#pottery is unhinged
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I’m excited to see this piece glazed
y’know, in two months 🥲
#pottery is unhinged#reserved#pottery#ceramics#ceramic#sgraffito#ceramic art#carving#underglaze painting#timelapse#video#wolf art#wolf#wolves#northern lights#aurora#mishima pottery
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Season’s Greetings have some Byers-Hopper-Wheeler family holiday Headcanons
(Feel free to use as fic prompts just credit me)
Jonathan doing a stupid little dance to Last Christmas because he knows it'll make Nancy laugh
Nancy getting a boatload of mistletoe so she can get extra kisses
Jonathan only kissing Nancy on the cheek under the mistletoe and watching her get mad
Jonathan and Nancy having a steamy little car makeout the first time they hear "Do They Know It's Christmas" in 1984 and never being able to hear the song after without laughing hysterically
Jonathan absolutely eating it ice skating at Rockefeller Center because El wanted to go
Will and El refusing to decorate until Jonathan comes home
Mike acting like he doesn't care but refusing to participate in any snowball fight until Nancy comes home
Nancy buying Jonathan an NYU sweater for Christmas their freshman year and then promptly stealing it
The Hopper-Byers siblings having a gingerbread house contest that's judged by the Wheeler siblings
El somehow winning every year
Jonathan up on the Wheeler's roof stringing up lights while telling Mike to hold the ladder straight
Mike incredibly distracted because Will and Holly are making a snowman
Nancy yelling at Mike that if he kills Jonathan she's gonna kill him
Will and Mike attempting to wrap gifts for the party using glue as a joke and getting it all over their hands
Ted saying God Bless Ronald Reagan before dinner one year and Jonathan nearly spitting out his drink
Hopper and El falling asleep on the couch after watching all the Christmas specials
Mike and Nancy hiding in the basement during the Wheeler annual Christmas party and getting drunk off a bottle of stolen Champagne
Will and Jonathan desperately trying to find them because they're tired of dealing with Wheeler relatives
Will and Mike taking a post Christmas dinner walk ending up at the elementary school and making out on the swing set
Jonathan at his wits end during the party after being asked six times when he and Nancy are having a baby because "they've been married for two years already and aren't getting any younger" when in reality they're only 24
Joyce trying to overload their suitcases at the end of break when they're in college and Jonathan arguing with her that they cannot fit any of it while Nancy and Hopper drink coffee and watch
Nancy begging to go watch new years in Times Square. Jonathan having to carry her home because she's "too cold to move"
Mike and Will dueting Baby It's Cold Outside after too much eggnog one year
The Party doing Thanksgiving at Jonathan, Nancy, Mike and Will's apartment when they're in college
Argyle coming to visit when Jonathan and Nancy stay in New York for Christmas their Junior year and the three of them getting incredibly high and listening to the Beach Boys Christmas album while Argyle praises NY Pizza
Holly mentioning going to see Home Alone 2 and Jonathan biting his tongue so he doesn't blurt out "how the fuck do you get lost in New York it's a grid system"
Will and Mike getting lost in New York the first time they visit Nancy and Jonathan for the holidays
Will and Mike subsequently referring to Home Alone 2 as their movie
Nancy screaming along to All I Want For Christmas Is You much to Jonathan's annoyance
Nancy and Jonathan saying fuck it in 1993 and spending Christmas in London/Paris as a 3 years late honeymoon
Jonathan contemplating leaving Mike at a gas station in Pennsylvania one year because it's the third time Mike has had to stop to pee in 3 hours and they still have 9 hours to go
Nancy and Jonathan doing Christmas Eve/Christmas Morning at the Byers and then the entire Byers-Hopper family going to the Wheelers for Christmas dinner
Until Joyce and Hopper move to upstate NY in early 90s after the Byers-Wheeler siblings make it clear they're not moving out of the city then Christmas is exclusively at their house
El having an almost Hallmark Christmas special romance with one of the rookie police officers at Hopper's new station
Jonathan setting strict rules for the two hour drive to the Hopper-Byers house that no one ever follows
Will and Mike in 1997 agonizing in the Macy's over which "baby's first Christmas" ornament to buy for Jonathan and Nancy's first daughter
Nancy almost burning the house down trying to make cookies with El
Nancy cursing up a storm as she and Jonathan try to place the stickers on their daughters Barbie Dream House on Christmas Eve
Jonathan complaining every year about the commercialism and capitalism of the Thanksgiving Day Parade but going anyways because the looks on his daughters faces when Santa shows up are too cute
Jonathan silently Thankful that the Barney Balloon explosion happened when his oldest daughter was a newborn because she loves Barney and he couldn't take watching her be upset
Everyone frantically buying Beanie Babies because El gets super into collecting them in the late 90s
The Wheelers retiring to Florida once Holly turns 18, Nancy and Jonathan going to Christmas down there once when their oldest daughter is like 2 and vowing never again on the plane ride home
El having the Christmas tradition of taking her two Nieces to tea at the plaza
Will making cute little reindeer hands with his Nieces
Mike dressing up as Santa for the girls and absolutely hamming it up
Jonathan staying up with Joyce to watch all of It's A Wonderful Life after everyone else has gone to bed
The "no Christmas lights inside" ban being lifted after Jonathan and Nancy's oldest daughter asks why there's no lights
Nancy and Jonathan only using photos that Jonathan took for their Christmas cards and as a result he's rarely in them
Nancy & Mike finding out YEARS later that Will & Jonathan are Jewish on Joyce's side and them being like surely we mentioned this
Nancy & Jonathan's eccentric youngest daughter deciding to bring back celebrating Hanukkah
Nancy being fully onboard after finding out Lonnie was the reason the Byers stopped celebrating when Jonathan was like six
The Byers family circa 2015 becoming a Chrismukkah family despite Nancy and Jonathan only celebrating Christmas for the first 25 years of their marriage
#Some I say like it's not three pages worth#stranger things#jancy#byler#byers family#wheeler siblings#byers-hopper family#jonathan byers#nancy wheeler#mike wheeler#will byers#el hopper#jim hopper#joyce byers#in my head Nancy and Jonathan have two daughters in 1997 and 2002 respectively#their oldest is like mini Nancy and the youngest is unhinged#their names are Morgan and Dylan#also in my head Mike and Will don't have children but are pillars in their local LGBTQ community#furthermore in my head El def marries that rookie cop and has like a nice quiet life as like a potter with a full pottery studio#the Ronald Reagan this is a real thing my grandfather said during grace one Christmas in the 80s#the Barbie Dream House stickers are also a real thing from my family#also EL HOPPER RADIATES SQUISHMALLOW ENERGY and the 90s equivalent is Beanie Babies
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ASL ‘Merica AU where Sabo is a straight A+ to almost failing gifted kid burnout warrior who goes to college for PoliSci (he is a raging socialist and also fucking insane actually, the craziest. He is the student government president on campus when he goes to college, and the Dean HATES HIM; he KEEPS GETTING ELECTED THOUGH. He fucks with the dean PURPOSELY and acts like he has no fucking clue he is driving the poor man insane. He is in for his masters at 21, and despite being quite the important figure on campus (he literally met the governor for lunch and later keyed his car, secretly ofc) he is absolutely unhinged and criminal in his activities), Ace is a delinquent who ONLY gets to stay in school because he makes ok grades (he is a GOD at literally anything crafty or homemaking-y but sucks at school cause unfair skill testing is a state requirement. Sewing, printmaking, art, photography, jewelry making, carpentry, fashion, pottery, stop motion; you name it and Ace is going fucking insane in the studio. He ends up mentoring for welding and jewelry making, and he goes to trade school. Everyone there is surprised at how polite and well-mannered he is cause he dresses like a SLUT. He acts business casual but dresses like he just got back from an LA bender), and Luffy fails miserably at everything but Biology, specifically entomology and ethnobotany, but he is like a child genius in those (his special interests are bugs and food basically, which is also how he ends up meeting Sanji; a quirked up french (he is from Manhattan) boy goated with the sauce, the sauce in question being béchamel. Luffy is a freshman in for… you guessed it! An Entomology and Biology (they did not have ethnobotany; he whined so hard until Sabo threatened to key the Dean’s car, and Ace had to stop them) double major, and the ONLY reason he hasn’t failed out is because he is so freakishly smart at his majors’ classes despite failing every other class. He SUCKS at chemistry and advanced calc though (he needs to pass them for his majors), which is how he ends up getting tutoring from this absolute nerd in highschool (Choppa) and his adoptive dad (Franky). Also Sanji has an even specialer interest than Luffy foodwise and Luffy really admires him because of that).
#i cannot stfu about this#i am literally cooking rn#i love this sm#might have to make a fanfic and start drawing it#i love them#my weird ass audhd little guys#one piece#luffy#one piece luffy#sabo#revolutionary sabo#one piece sabo#ace#fire fist ace#one piece ace#sanji#one piece sanji#one piece chopper#tony tony chopper#one piece franky#franky#asl brothers#asl trio#aslposting#saboposting#luffyposting#aceposting#ASLmerica AU iostyle
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to find a cure 2 | austinbutler
summary in which austin tries to find himself in the art of pottery, and instead, finds you
wc 4,467
tw mentions of depression, smut, oral f receiving, choking, austin calls himself daddy again. idk what’s wrong with me
part one
“What the fuck do I wear to a pottery date?”
“I thought it wasn’t a date,” Ashley argued, and the boy rolled his eyes as he fixed the collar of his shirt in the mirror.
“It’s not.”
“You literally just called it one.” She was nursing Jupiter to sleep, sitting on the edge of her bed while Austin was adjusting his appearance in the mirror at her closet. He’d showed up unannounced, on his way to go meet the girl he’d been up late thinking about for the last month, and Ashley had truly never seen her best friend like this before. Nervous, unsure of himself — he was absolutely unhinged, there was no other word for it, as he paced around her bedroom.
“I feel like I’m dressed too nice. Like, it’s a pottery class. Oh my god, I’m freaking out over pottery, Ash. I’m a fucking loser.”
It was comical, at this point, and if it weren’t for the tired baby in her arms, Ashley would be laughing so hard she couldn’t breathe. “You look good. You’re overthinking this way too much.”
He stopped pacing. “You think?”
“I know. Now leave before you wake up Jupiter and I make you babysit and I go on this non-date with the girl that you’re in love with.”
Austin nodded at that, thanking his best friend before placing a sweet kiss on top of his baby-best-friend’s head. “I love you both. I’ll talk to you later.” Soon enough he was in his car, driving downtown, listening to music to help ease his nerves a little bit. Even Elvis, who he’d been listening to non-stop for the last three years, couldn’t help calm him down.
It was eight fifty nine when Austin got there, and he figured he’d wait a few minutes before heading in. He was parked directly across the street from the building, and with all the glass windows at the front of the store, he could see the class was just finishing up. By the time the last person had walked out, Austin was getting ready to head inside.
He slipped his keys into his pocket as he crossed the street, and the dinging of the bell above the door was what caused you to look up. You smiled once you saw Austin step in, and stood up from your seat.
“Hey! I was wondering if you would show.”
“I made a promise, didn’t I?” His hands were sweaty, and he took the opportunity to wipe them on his dark brown pants when you looked away momentarily. “How was class?” he asked, crossing the room to you. You smiled as he pulled a chair over.
“It was good. This last class was one of the advanced groups so they were working on individual projects,” you explained, and Austin nodded along as you spoke. He was sitting backwards in the chair, his arms leaning against the back of it with his hands rung together. “A couple of people are making sets, one student made this gorgeous watering spout. They’re all drying in the back, we’re painting them next class.”
Austin hummed as he listened to you, his eyes following your every movement as you cleaned up your station.
“You know, I was thinking about next class. Like, Monday,” you clarified, and Austin nodded as you looked back at him. “I’m not really sure if we should do those mugs I was thinking about or just keep going with those vases.”
Austin was smiling. He realized that he really liked hearing you talk about your work, what you were passionate about. You were so smart, you knew so much about art and pottery, and it wasn’t something he’d ever think he’d feel so inclined to learn about. But when you were his teacher… Austin would take a class on anything.
“I think the mugs would be fun.”
“You do?” You were gathering a couple tools, throwing them in a basket on the counter a few feet away. While you cleaned up, you spoke mindlessly. “I’m just not sure because I don’t know exactly what I wanna do. Like, I don’t know if it’s too much of a jump from the vases, because they are pretty tricky… but also it might be good to give the class a challenge. It’s just for fun, so who cares if it goes well. Right?” You paused briefly, spinning around to look at him. Austin wondered if you expected him to answer, but you opened your mouth to speak again before he could respond. “Do you wanna be my guinea pig?”
“Uh,” he laughed. “Do I?”
“It’ll be fun,” you assured, smiling wickedly as you took a seat in front of him now, abandoning your previous attempts of tidying up. “We can try out the mugs. I really want to.”
“Tonight?” Austin asked, raising his eyebrows slightly, and you nodded excitedly.
“Yeah! It’ll give me an idea for the class.” Whatever the reason, if it meant he could spend more time with you, Austin would agree. That’s how he found himself wrapped up in a smock, the blue button up he wore rolled up to his elbows as he bent over a potter’s wheel with his hands covered in wet clay. You sat at the station beside him, working much quicker than he was, as you were already done with the formation. You were just perfecting it now, while Austin was still struggling to get the shape of the base.
“You weren’t kidding when you said this would be difficult,” he mumbled, sliding his hands along the base of the material, working upwards. “I can’t even get past the mould.”
“Give me one second, I’ll help you.” You finished yours up, turning the motor off before stepping off the stool and coming up behind Austin. “That looks good. Have you tried to transition to the handle?”
“Not yet.”
“Okay.” You moved to his side, scooping a handful of clay and throwing it onto the platform. “Add that. The base needs to be bigger.”
Austin followed your instructions, forming the clay into the shape of a cylinder, dipping his thumbs in for the opening and sliding his hand around the outside to smooth it out. You stepped back behind him, leaning your arms against his shoulders as you peered over him, making sure not to touch your clay-filled hands to his shirt. “You’re good at this.”
Austin smiled at your words, continuing his act of moulding the inside of the cup. “You think so?”
“Mhm. You’re sure you've never tried pottery?”
“Not before your class.” He finished the shape, dipping his hands in the water and washing off the excess clay. Looking up over his shoulder, Austin met your eyes, and he smiled at the same smile you mirrored on your lips. “Now what?”
“Well,” you said, looking down at him with a pointed look. “Now comes the hard part.”
“Uh oh,” he teased, and you grinned before reaching over to grab more clay. You leaned over him awkwardly as you worked, and Austin scooted back a bit, moving his arm so you could have easier access to the workspace. At this point you were nearly sitting in his lap, rolling the clay into a thin line in your palm.
“So for the handle we don’t want too much clay, but it needs to be enough that it won’t collapse while it’s still a soft texture.” You reached up to grab more material, and when you moved back, Austin boldly put his hands on your hips, guiding you back to sit down on his knee. He noticed your breath stutter at the action but you obliged regardless, your legs on either side of his while you sat on his thigh, continuing to roll the clay in your hands as a distraction.
“Here, you try,” you said softly, passing the material to him. Austin brought his arm around your body, hugging you closer to him as he took the clay in his hands and followed suit. The nerves that Austin felt only twenty minutes prior had transformed into something else — confidence, maybe, with how bold he was being. As he rolled the clay between his palms, Austin looked up at you, and you were staring right back down at him.
At the sudden eye contact, you cleared your throat. “Now we wanna attach it to the mug,” you said quickly, and your hands grasped his hands, moving them forward to the wheel where the finished shape sat waiting, spinning. You leaned forward a little too much, nearly falling off Austin’s knee, and at the sudden movement the previously-perfected mug became an unidentified shape. It had fallen over, and you cursed lightly. “Shit.”
Austin chuckled. You stood up slightly, leaning forward as you tried to salvage what was left of the mould. Austin couldn’t stop himself from glancing at your figure as you bent over right in front of him, and he brought his teeth down on his bottom lip as he cast his eyes upwards, trying to contain himself. The last thing he needed was for his… lower half, to think the same thoughts that his brain was.
“We might have to start from scratch,” you said, sitting back down on his knee, and Austin looked back at you quickly. “I don’t think I can fix it.”
“Oh, well that’s alright.” He silently cheered — that just meant more time spent in this position. “Actually, I, um, I have an idea.”
You hummed in question, and Austin quickly rinsed off his hands before placing them back on your hips, spreading his legs slightly as he moved you in front of him. “Sit,” he said, switching roles as he instructed you now. You listened immediately, sitting down in his lap, and Austin hummed as he moved you up a bit. “There you go, darlin’.”
He didn’t miss the breath caught in your throat, but instead opted for enticing the same reaction again. Maybe this pottery thing was fun.
Austin leaned forward, sliding his hands through yours as they made contact with the clay. The wet material slipped through your fingers, meshing together as Austin had his larger hands placed over yours. He moved them upwards, shaping the clay before he slid his fingers over your knuckles, the backs of your hands, then your wrists sensually.
“You’re, um… you’re really good… with your, uh, fingers,” you mumbled mindlessly, and Austin could tell your thoughts were far other places than the project you were currently working on.
“Mm, yeah?” He guided your hands up, moulding the clay into the correct shape. Then it was your turn, and you moved your fingers over the outside, cupping the bowl before pressing it firmly up and into a tighter cylinder. Austin pressed into you from behind, adjusting his long legs underneath you slightly as he nearly moaned the following words, “What now?”
His lips were ghosting over the shell of your ear, his breath hot as he spoke low, huskily. He could feel the goosebumps shuddering over your skin, and it took all of him not to attach his lips to the crook of your neck like he wanted to so badly.
“Now, we, um…” You were stuttering, not really knowing what you were saying and Austin thought it was adorable, how flustered you were getting. “We need to carve out the inside.” Your voice was shaky as you guided his hands to dip into the middle of the cup, smoothing out the walls. “Yeah,” you said, finally stabilizing your voice. “Just like that.”
Austin wasn’t sure if you were catching on, trying to tease him like he was doing to you. But whatever the reason, he could feel his stomach tighten, along with the material of his pants, and he was hoping you wouldn't feel the latter nearly as much as he could.
Applying a little bit of pressure to your hands, Austin smoothed out the clay, his lips coming to ghost over your ear. “How’s this?“
Your breath hitched again, eyes fluttering shut as you nodded a few times. “It’s… it’s good,” you hummed, and Austin dipped his head a bit closer into the curve of your neck.
“Mm, is it?”
“You need to, um…” As you spoke, or tried to, Austin gave in to his desires and made the lightest of contact with his lips to your neck, trailing down from behind your ear to the crook of your shoulder. He wasn’t kissing, so much as teasing you with what he could be doing, and Austin smirked to himself as he noticed you lean your head back ever so slightly. “You, uh, you have to…”
“Mm, what was that?” he mumbled, finally making complete contact with your skin as he kissed the peak of your shoulder, following it back up to your neck, where he began to add his tongue into the mix, digging his teeth into your skin as well. He heard your breath exhale shakily as he sucked a few marks into your neck, scattered all over, and he hadn’t even realized the two of you had ruined the sculpture for a second time as he intertwined your fingers deeper.
“The, um,” you breathed out, trying to form words through the brain-mushing actions of Austin kissing across every inch of your neck. “The cup.”
Austin lifted his lips from your skin, glancing briefly over your shoulder and raising his eyebrows at the sight. “Oh,” he chuckled, not even realizing the damage you’d done. What had been easily recognizable as a cup was now just a grey mush of moist clay, with no shape or form to it at all. “Oops.”
Giggling, you peeled your hands away from Austin’s, and he looked down at the mess of clay on his fingers, as well. “Got a little bit distracted,” you mumbled, cupping some water in your hands and bringing it to Austin’s. He hummed, feeling your warm fingers contrasting against the cold water spilling over his skin as you cleaned him up. “Lil’ bit messy, too.”
“Guess so,” Austin said, his voice still deep and raspy from the previous events as he glanced over the light marks fading into your skin. You took extra care cleaning off his fingers, and once you were done, he brought a hand up to grasp ahold of your jaw, lightly turning your head back. “’m gonna kiss you now,” he mumbled, and you nodded before falling into his touch when Austin pressed his lips against yours hastily.
They moved in sync, his tongue finding yours instantaneously as you parted your lips for him. You tasted sweet, your lips slanting perfectly over his like you were made for him. Austin’s hand slipped in to cup your face, his fingers twisting into your hair, tugging as light as he could to make you moan into his mouth. It was a sound he needed to hear again, and with a new goal in mind, Austin moved his free hand to rest on your leg, rubbing up and down sensually before taking home on your inner thigh, squeezing softly.
Your lips parted farther as you whined again, and Austin took the opportunity to deepen the kiss before sucking on your lower lip, taking it between his teeth. The hand he had in your hair tightened, bringing you closer, and he felt you grip onto his shoulder for support.
“Turn around for me, baby,” he mumbled, and you did just that, straddling his lap as you faced him now, and Austin pulled you back down into a heated kiss, much more feverish than the one before. Your arms wrapped around his neck while he had one hand on your back and one cupping your face, holding you close while he crashed his lips onto yours. His teeth grazed your lower lip, tongue dancing with yours fluidly as he struggled to contain himself, fingers tangling in your hair once again.
“I like this… a lot more…” you mumbled, “than that stupid… ceramic mug.”
Austin chuckled, kissing sloppily down your jaw and you both breathed heavily. “Yeah?”
“Mm…mhm.” Your fingers were carding through Austin’s curls, tugging the roots to elicit a groan from his lips at the pain that didn’t hurt nearly as much as it felt good. His teeth were digging into your neck again, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin while you leaned your head back, holding him as close as you could. “I think you do too.”
“Mm…” He pulled away slightly. “What gave you that idea?” His lips were back on your neck, kissing the spot behind your ear sensually as he heard you begin talking again.
“I don’t think you really came here tonight… to practice,” you moaned the last bit, and Austin hummed into the warmth of your neck as he smirked at your words. Maybe he wasn’t as slick as he thought he’d been. You wrapped your arms tighter around him, pulling harshly at the roots of his hair as he leaned you back a bit, holding you close to his chest by the hand on your back.
“That obvious?” he asked, tightening the grip on your hair to pull your head back. Austin placed a few kisses to the column of your throat, up to your jaw, back to your lips.
“Little bit,” you mumbled into the kiss, and the smile creeping across his lips couldn’t be contained any more. And neither could the erection he’d been desperately trying to avoid from growing the last few minutes. Apparently, you felt it as well. “Definitely that obvious.”
“Mm, shut up.” He kissed you again, pressing his hand firmer to your back to bring you forward, and you got the idea. You began moving your hips back and forth, slow at first as you felt him out. The moans falling from his lips were nothing short of filthy, turning both of you on even more, and the intensity of the make out session was quickly turning into something that a shitty IKEA stool would not be able to withstand.
“How quickly can we make it to your house?” Austin heard you ask, and he was impressed at your boldness, and also grateful he wasn’t the one to ask first.
“Twenty minutes.”
“It’s only ten to mine,” you breathed, and Austin nodded before you quickly climbed off of each other. You made it from the shop to the door of your apartment in seven minutes, Austin driving just as fast as his heart was racing, and he was sure he’d be getting a photo radar speeding ticket in the mail a few weeks from now. But none of it mattered as soon as he was stumbling into your apartment, his lips attacking yours and your fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt.
“Jump,” he stated, and soon enough you had your legs wrapped around his torso as Austin was kicking open the door to your bedroom. Tossing you down onto the bed, he gave both of you the opportunity to rid yourselves of your clothes before quickly crawling over you, his eyes drinking you in before he connected your lips once more. Your arms snaked around his neck, pulling him down as you kissed messily, and Austin dipped a hand between your bodies to pull your panties down your thighs.
He broke the kiss, sitting back as he discarded your underwear off the bed and positioned himself between your legs. There was barely any time to exchange words before Austin nuzzled himself in, his mouth attaching to your heat, soaking up your arousal with the base of his tongue.
“Oh my god,” you moaned, a hand flying to grasp at anything for support, his hair falling victim. “I— Aus—”
His tongue was relentless, lips sucking at your clit while his tongue worked its way inside you. The moans falling from your lips were only encouraged as he added a finger, and then two. He twisted and curled them inside of you, his eyes flickering up as he watched you come undone do to his actions. It was a short three minutes before you came, and there was no time to process it before he was slamming into you, giving you hardly any time to adjust.
“Oh my god—”
“Holy fuck.” Austin was bottoming out in you, your bodies pressed against one another as close as you could get them, your arms around his neck and his hand gripping your hip, the other one holding him up on the mattress beside your head. After a few long strokes, Austin pulled out slightly to grab your legs, pushing them up so he could fuck you deeper, and he did just that as you cried out for him.
“You like that?” he mumbled, and you were incoherent with your answer as he fucked you senseless. His cock was driving deep in you, his hands pressed to the backs of your thighs, fingers sure to leave bruises you would admire the next day. Austin loved this, every second of it, and you didn’t know because you had your eyes rolled back but he was admiring you the whole time. His eyes never left your figure as he thrusted into you, except for when you clenched around him and he had to squeeze his eyes shut, biting down on his lip to stop himself from finishing so soon.
“Get on top,” he mumbled at one point, and you were quick to obey his orders. Soon enough he had you riding him, one hand on the wall in front of you with the other on his chest, and he was gazing up at you. “Such a good girl for me,” he praised, a hand coming to wrap around your throat. “Want you to make yourself cum on me.”
His words, his voice, his aura had an effect on you, and it didn’t go unnoticed. You visibly got weaker with every word he spoke, and Austin loved how you clenched around him every time he’d squeeze your throat. At his demand, you brought a hand to your clit, pleasing yourself while Austin watched.
A few minutes in this position and Austin couldn’t stand it — he wanted to be the one to do it. He brought his hand to your clit, fingers circling your core slowly as he watched you fall apart on top of him. Your thighs were shaking as you straddled him, the pace at which you rolled your hips stuttering with every thrust of his fingers.
“Keep going, baby. Doin’ so well for me, darlin’.” At his words you obliged, lips parting as you sank down on his cock, leaning back to fully feel him. He was buried deep inside you, so far you could feel him in your stomach. At this angle, Austin tormented your clit, and he knew you were close to the edge by the consistency of the whines falling from your lips. He grabbed your hip with one hand, continuing his relentless actions with his other, and began thrusting up into you, doing all the work himself as he watched you. “Come on, angel. Be my good girl and cum for daddy.”
That was all it took for you to reach your peak, and with loud moans, mainly consisting of “Oh my gods” and “P-please, please,” you collapsed onto his chest. But Austin was quick to flip you onto your back before he hammered into you unforgivingly. He fucked you through your high, which he swore lasted you the whole three minutes he was pounding into you, chasing his own, and when he finally came he saw stars, shooting thick ropes of cum all over your stomach and down your thighs.
His breaths were heavy as he came down, his barely audible moans raspy as he leaned over you, his hand rubbing up your side soothingly. His touch travelled down your hip, smoothing over your thigh which was trembling even after relaxing into yourself, and Austin chuckled as he applied some pressure to your skin, feeling the muscle spasm under his palm. Your cheeks were warm with a shade of pink casted over them, and Austin smiled as he looked up at you.
“’m gonna clean you up,” he said, and you nodded before he got up from the bed. He wandered out to the hallway, completely naked, in search of your bathroom, and then wet a wash cloth with warm water before making his way back to you and wiping the towel over your soft skin.
“Thank you,” you mumbled, leaning your head back in bliss as he caressed the warm cloth over your body gently. He hummed a bit of a laugh, smiling down at you before he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead, then your lips. His hand cupped your face, slipping his fingers in to curl in your hair, holding your jaw carefully as he kissed you. He treated you like a delicacy, fragile, and when you pulled away Austin noticed the lazy smile on your lips.
“Tired?”
“A little.” He hummed in response to you, laying your head back down gently before he stood back up to discard the towel he used in your laundry hamper. Then he slipped back into bed beside you, pulling the covers over your body as well as draping an arm over your side. You tilted your head to look at him, the rest of your body following as your legs soon became tangled within each other. “Are you staying?” Your hand found home on his shoulder, fingers grazing over his warm skin as he nodded.
“If that’s okay.”
It was your turn to nod.
Austin held you close to him as you drifted to sleep, much sooner than he did, but he didn’t mind. He found himself staring up at your ceiling, his mind wandering with a thousand thoughts circling his brain. This often happened to him at night, resulting in a lack of sleep from thinking so much that his brain never managed to shut off — but tonight was different. There were many things going in and out of his head but the one that stayed consistent was you. The feeling of your head on his chest as you slept, the sound of your soft snores and breaths leaving your parted lips, and of course the way his mind replayed the last hour over and over behind his eyelids, almost like a dream except he wasn’t sleeping yet.
When he opened his eyes, for the last time before he finally succumbed to unconsciousness that night, Austin looked down at you. And he thought about the last year, how nothing excited him after Elvis and that was what scared him the most. He didn’t know who he was, and he found it abnormally hard to live a life he felt like an outsider to. Then he found you, and almost instantaneously he felt like everything was back on track.
He would tell you one day, how much that meant to him, but for now he’d just look at you until he fell asleep.
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things/aesthetic you associate with your moots please!
hi anonie!! it’s been a while since i’ve done tag games like this so LETS GAUR 🤩
im doing for the ones that i talk to most often ✨
@from-izzy my soulmate 🤞🏻(who clearly SHOULD be living in my city instead), sunricyeon!!, ✌🏻level-headed and ☝🏻dum-dum, purple 💜, bunnies 🐰, raccoons 🦝, in constant denial of her love life 😒, long calls & video calls, SAUR, music 🎶, “ALLY HELP ME 🥺”, fellow believer in God, concerts, has 19374848 plans to meet up but our studies/job preventing us to do so 😞 (but we will beat them and meet irl someday SOON BCS I MANIFEST)
@sungbeam my precious lil 妹妹 🫶🏻, blue 🩵, “hear me out….but another changmin potential wip/plot 🤡”, photocards, that wet tree rat pc, if talent was a person its her, care packages 📦, fellow introverts ✌🏻, the one who convinced me to purchase my sony headphones while we were videocalling in the store 🥹, my sleep paralysis demon, “ALLY JIEJIE”, my cutie wookie little sis 😔💗, but also goes 😐 whenever i talk abt sangyeon 🙄
@aimeecarreros the unhinged and wild one in the b*****, 1/4 of sangyeon’s whores, twerking ✨, the best gif maker ever 😤, “so elena…pretty pwease can you gif this for moi 🥺”, BBANGJU 👅, “CORREQUE ✌🏻”, insanely hilarious and unhinged memes and text messages 24/7, the moodmaker of the group, “haysss *inserts stripping meme*”, teasing me 24/7 🙄, pinterest, fashion 😍, bridal dresses 🤍
@snowflakewhispers the SAVAGE, maknae and the demon (lovingly) in the b*****, teasing me is her everyday job atp 🙄🙄🙄, mrs jacob bae, 1/4 of sangyeon’s whores, spitting fire 24/7 🔥, matching sony headphones 🤍, matching macbook colours 🩶, psych & kids 💗, the sunwoo to my eric, apparently is in a messed up relationship/situationship with someone who shall not be named 🦝, the moot who lives the closest to where i am 🥹 (so faster get your ass back here after uni ends)
@daisyvisions the unnie of the b*****, NAUR, that iconic zoom selfie 😌✨, constantly being distracted at work bcs of ✨unholy thoughts✨, podcast 🎧, 1/4 of sangyeon’s whores, also joined in on the fun with elena & ophelia on teasing moi 😔, jerry lee 🤤, doggo 🐶, newnudeshot 😏📸, photoism 🎞️, spongebob memes, BIG SEXC BRAIN 🧠, late night talks while working, always judging me for some reason 🙃
@justalildumpling my dongsaeng 👧🏻, sunricyeon!!, black 🖤, ptsd from windows turning from black to bright blue, “pull a j” aka doing and leaving assignments till the very last minute 😁, “guys…..”, “yall…..”, a simp 🤓, attracted to red flags men (but not anymore 😚), FOODIE CHINGUS, malatang, “guys….can we just call for like 20 mins max…i promise it won’t take long” = a 6-7hours call, late night (or early mornings) video calls, SHE IS A BEAUTY AN ICON AND SHE IS THE MOMENT 😍
@ethereal-engene my long-lost best friend 🥹, JU HAKNYEON 🍊, anime!!, men in glasses 🔛🔝, fellow chinese friend ❤️, cny 🧧, lion dances 🦁, WOOZI (ESP IN LONG HAIR 😩😩😩), matching hakkie pottery pcs 🤍, wips brainstorming ✍️, another cutie lil 妹妹 🥺, arms….and pecs 🤓, editing 👩💻, convos abt our studies/work life 💗
@kimsohn kim sunwoo, pinterest, “maya….i had a dream abt sangyeon….”, “oh!”, anime!!, that smiling and then speechless meme, sangyeon drenching himself in water 😀, “so when are you gonna write this”, sunric sluts, tbosas, coriolanus snow, always talking abt being on writers block with one another but eventually gets things done (and sometimes its long af), being caring 🥺, food!!
@quaissants 1/2 of my gremlins 👹, sends me lip gloss sangyeon 24/7, my twinnie 🤞🏻, same birthday & mbti 💗, speaks in such a soft manner like hello 🥺, genshin impact!!, ragnvindr bros ❤️💙, childe 🤓, angsty angst ❤️🩹, constantly looking out for me 🥹, men 😃, “i have selective reading”
@sanaxo-o another 1/2 of my gremlins 👹, unhinged as a person, sabrina carpenter 💗, flirty af but then i dont return the favour 😄, sends me sangyeon content 24/7, a great listener and gives me comfort, always checking up on others, ✌🏻level-headed and ☝🏻dum-dum, “LET ME BETA YOUR FICS”, pinterest, “Als”
@stealanity my unnie 🥺💗, always looking out for everyone, the big sister of the net, amazing as a person (i admire you loads), moodboards 😍, aesthetics ✨, a field of flowers 🌹🪻🌸🌺, brave (never afraid to speak up!!), i miss you sm unnie always 🫶🏻, calls me a cutie 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
@cloverdaisies CLO MY LOVE 💚, great britian 🇬🇧, fish & chips, “you have no rights ally ive revoked them”, “you dont love me anymore 🥺” aka clo’s way of making me feel guilty that i couldn’t visit her when i was back in EU (IT WILL HAPPEN ONE DAY I SWEAR I WILL BE BACK 😤😤😤), writing fics for one another 💗, STRONG ASS WOMAN 💪 (who juggles between work and uni all on her own 🥹🫂), “there’s a rat in my apartment”, phone & video calls (which we havent done in a while and we should again!!)
@juyeonszn my fawnie my bubba 🥹, coffee ☕️, zeneration livestream 🙌🏻, crying tgt, unboxing albums ✨, pcs collection, puppies 🐶, anime!!, big sexc brain 🧠, sunric sluts, INSANE MAKEUP LOOKS 😩, delulu is the solulu ✨, education 📚, never-ending talks on dc (which we haven’t done in a while i miss you loads 🥺), my fellow dancer 💃, if cutie was a person its fawnie 💗
@itsbeeble my pookie 🫶🏻, kim sunwoo, another big sexc brain 🧠, taylor swift 💛, eras tour ✨, “ALLY GO TO SLEEP”, eric sohn, ateez & svt!!, memes 24/7, exposing each other’s asses 😄, biker sunwoo 😩, delulu is the solulu ✨, another coffee buddy ☕️, talks abt uni/work life, always bouncing off ideas with one another
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How about some Modern au Ravioli headcannons?
They have two bunnies! Screamo and Deathmetal
Ravio is the really sweet goth to Legend's Midwestern emo
Every winter solstice they get each other at least one gift that is unicorn themed because someone once pointed out that pink and purple were "unicorn colors" and its been an inside joke ever sense
Ravio doesn't care much for pj sets but legend will always have a matching set
they take holiday photos to send to friends and family and its always super unhinged
Legend has a tree nut allergy. Why? Idk, feels right
Both are capible of cooking, but end up eating out most nights cause no one wants to do dishes
neat freaks, but in different ways so they have to split up their place into sections to clean
They have a pretty cohesive decor style but they just throw all their weird and fun decor into the bathroom
They have lego date nights cause neither have to really talk and they both adore just spending time together
Sherrow is also their and Legend kinda hated the bird at first but spoils him so much now
Legend knows so much about apples its insane and no one is quite sure why, legend doesn't even really know either
That being said they for SURE go on apple picking dates during the season
In fact, if its in season, they will go on any produce picking dates
Both have a creative taste in music but Ravio's is slightly more digestible
They go on pottery painting dates and paint them in the most unhinge way. Its a competition at this point.
If Legend tries to fix it, he absolutely will break it.
They both either sleep for 10 hours straight or 30 minutes per night, no in between
Enjoy!!! Hope it goes better today!!!!
Awww cute! Thank you!
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Code Blue Ch. 38- Devils
Summary: Lee and Jo are a united front once again and stronger than ever. Lee's a bundle of nerves as he faces the music. A new hospital CEO is introduced, to Britt's dismay. Jo gets a comforting visitor who's news get her all fired up. A long awaited decision has arrived. Jo is floored at the ghastly sight of someone. Sinister words are headed. Someone lurks. The cat's outta the bag. Josie runs into her past. Lee is confronted. A hospital dispute occurs with a threat. Someone unexpected has Lee's back.
*Warnings* language, angst, smut, mild violence, grief
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Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Britt, Elizabeth, David, Cyrus, Orlando, Gerry, Mr. Carpenter
Salem, Massachusetts
March 13, 2023
You and Lee had spent the past five glorious days together, intentionally and happily isolated at his farm, away from all of the outside influences so you both could solely focus on each other, for it was much needed after the eight days of hell without one another. Your phones had been shut off, leaving only his landline open for emergencies and only those that needed to know were told where you were which was Orlando and Britt. Of course you called your mom and told her you'd be away on a vacation so she didn't call on the national guard, that being a pun regarding Gerry, but you didn't tell here where in case she let it slip to Megan, and Britt promised to check in on her daily.
During your blissful time together, you and Lee had spent time at the park down the road where you and he once spent a wonderful night there under the stars, swinging and sleeping on the merry-go-round like before and he finally took you hiking around the 42 acres of forestry like he had promised to do. He wasn't kidding when he said one could get lost out there.
You spent a few nights in the boat house, watching Lee work his pottery magic, rebuilding the sculpture of you that you broke and also making your own magic together upon the unbalanced work table.
Today was Monday, the day Orlando went back to being a doctor and also the day Lee would find out if he had a future as a doctor. Throughout the night, Lee had tossed and turned a lot because of it, otherwise you both had slept soundly with no bad dreams now that you had the comfort of each other's arms.
The alarm sounded at 8 am. You reached over and shut it off as Lee groaned, wrapping his arm over your stomach to pull your backside up against him. You smiled immensely at his morning wood pressing into the small of your back as his warm breath trickled into your ear.
"Good morning sunshine."
"Mmmm mornin baby. You feel ok? You didn't sleep well at all."
"I feel extremely good...if you haven't noticed." he whispered playfully as he began to kiss your neck.
Giggling, you bent your arm up around his head and turned your face to kiss him, then gave him an obvious invitation as you brought your knee forward and gently stroked the tip of his seeping cock.
"Oohhh girl, the things you do to me."
Lee clasped the base of his solid girth as you helped him guide it to your slick entrance.
"Fuuuuck..." he moaned as he slid into you, filling you up with one long push.
The squeaking of the bed filled the room as he rocked against your ass while simultaneously teasing your aching bud in circles with his middle finger and nipping your shoulder with his teeth. This was one position you could honestly say you had never done before and it was driving your core insane, until he did something else that sent it spinning.
Lee placed his hand under your knee to turn you over, legs spread with your back partially upon his chest as he held your thigh up and continued to slowly slide in and out of you. Fuck, his deep moans and grinding motion every time he filled you were going to make you come unhinged at any moment.
His fingers accelerated, torturing your clit in the most pleasureful way, bringing you to the edge. Your gasping and body shaking release brought him along with you as you arched back against his body and mewled.
Lee began to rapidly thrust and heavily pant as he gripped your stomach firmly, holding you in place as his warm seed shot through you in vigorous pulses.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....ah...ah...ah ohhh fuuckkk...shit Jo...baby damn. God I love you."
Lee let you slide down off of him and then you quickly turned over with a glowing smile.
"I love you more." you told him as you caressed his cheek.
Lee gazed into your eyes for a moment as you laid face to face with him and then his expression became serious.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah baby?" you whispered.
"Did you come back for Jacob or for me?"
"Lee...baby what?? Why on earth would you ask something like that?"
"I...I don't know...I guess...it's just...well, once you knew that you were his aunt...is...is that why you came back?"
Your hand snuggly bonded with his to show him he was safe with you as you then provided the words he needed to hear....to believe.
"Baaaaby...how could you ever think that?? Is...is that what you have been thinking about this past week? The moments I noticed you lost in thought at random times? Believe me, I did notice that. Lee, I came to you an hour before I even knew. Reading your beautiful letter that morning, it showed me how ridiculous I was being about Ethan and when you texted me, asking me to meet you, I came running. I wanted to fix things. Did my kiss not prove that? I loved you before I even new about Jacob, I...just didn't know it yet. I literally moved heaven and earth to find you when I left the hospital. Sure, finding your bracelet was a huge help in keeping me from looking like some stalker, but with or without it, I was still determined to find you again. Lee...I came here for YOU. I will ALWAYS come for you and I am so sorry baby, that I ever left you the selfish way I did, or even at all. I swear my soul was inside out without you for those short but extremely long eight days and I don't ever want to feel that way again. I would have came back even if I hadn't learned all that I did. I...I can't stay away from you. Don't you know that by now? You...are my weakness Lee Grinner Pace and the love of my life. There isn't and never was anyone for me but you. I...I am beautiful with you. Do you really still doubt me...us?"
"I'm so sorry. Of course I don't sweetheart. I don't know why I let these thoughts even enter my mind. Old habits die hard I suppose. I should never have asked you that. Everything you just said...I know it's all true. I know you love me. How could you not after all I have put you through and you're still here?"
"Don't apologize for needing reassurance Lee..."
"But I shouldn't need it. Not from you. Now you though, you had every reason to need it from me because I gave you every reason to doubt my love. Do you...still doubt it? I mean, now that you know the entire truth about Ethan? I...I've noticed things too Jo...I feel like something is still weighing on your mind. Tell me what it is baby. Please."
"It...has nothing to do with Ethan. I swear it. You put all those doubts and fears to rest in every way possible. They're gone. I promise. It's..."
You paused and sighed, closing your eyes.
"Hey...it's me. You can tell me anything. My girl, what's wrong?"
"It's that damn dream. Lee, I can't help it. I feel like something really bad is going to happen. It felt like some omen or something and I know, I know...you don't really believe in all..."
"Jo...babe...I see my dead son..."
"Yeah...ok there's that. I'm sorry, I'm ruining this awesome morning and that's why I haven't said anything before this because we have had the most incredible week together, making up for lost time that I caused and..."
"That..I...caused Jo. It's going to be alright baby. I am not going to leave your side and we will stand against Ethan and everything else together...ok? I will never let anyone hurt you. I put my life on it."
You threw the pillow over your head and muffled a scream into it.
"Don't say that Lee!!! Take it back!"
Lee chuckled and tugged the pillow from your death grip.
"Look at me right now. Nothing...is going to happen to me. I am not going anywhere. I am not going to leave you. I prom..."
"No! Don't say it. Don't make promises you can't keep. I KNOW you would never go away of your own will Lee...ok...this is why I didn't say anything and I don't want to talk about it anymore." you huffed and yanked the pillow back.
"My god you're so fucking adorable when you're mad." he said in such a deep sexy voice, then tickled you. As you burst into laughter and squeals, the aroma of coffee crept into the room from Lee's pot he had on a timer.
"FUCK!" he shouted and bounced off the bed as if the house was on fire. "It's 9 o'clock!"
"Oh my god....ok...go...go shower!"
"I have to be there at 10 and the drive is at least 30 minutes and..." he rambled as he cranked the water on and whipped the shower door shut.
"Lee, it's ok! You laid out your clothes last night. We will make it on...." you began to say and then heard a bellowing F bomb as the cold water hit him. Giggling as you shook your head, you hopped up and jumped in the guest shower, long enough to wash your body but not your hair, then started dressing in a god awful skirt and heels since you would be at Lee's side. Fifteen seconds of brushing your teeth, hair up in a messy bun and you were good to go.
Lee on the other hand was now a complete wreck as he dressed in a panic stupor. You knew the problem wasn't so much of being late or what the outcome would be, it was having to face that girl's parents. By the time you both left, Lee was looking like a five year old who dressed himself, suit coat wadded up in his arms, tie hanging loose around his neck and shirt untucked. With a coffee in his hand, you drove so he could try to relax, which didn't happen in the slightest and he was silent the entire ride.
Upon arrival at ten til ten, you saw Orlando's car and parked beside it. You also saw the big red emergency letters that you saw in your dream which sent an immediate shiver down your spine.
Lee froze for a moment as you turned the car off. You undid his seatbelt for him and then took his hand.
"Hey...I am right here with you."
Lee squeezed your hand, offering you a small closed lip smile and then got out. You clung to Lee's arm all the way there, praying that your ankles didn't turn in on you as you internally cursed the dreadful toe smashing heels. You temporarily took them off to make the haul quickly up the two flights of stairs, then slipped them back on just in time to see Elizabitch standing in the vending area.
This was so not what Lee needed right now, for you were afraid that in his state of mind, he would tear into her and accidentally let it slip about knowing Jason was Jacob's father. To say that he desperately wanted to was quite obvious when she just smirked at him and walked away, which you then had to tug him in the other direction as he damn near broke his neck glaring her down with flaring nostrils while watching her leave.
"Fucking cu..."
"Lee! Come on!" you strongly whispered and finally got him to move.
You both finally entered the lobby of the conference room where Britt was impatiently waiting. Needless to say, she was less than thrilled to see Lee's sloppy appearance.
"Glad to see you could make it with literally minutes to spare. Did you just roll out of bed from a night of binge drinking??"
"Hey! Lay off of him Britt! I will help him get straightened up. We didn't have time alright??" you snapped in defense of your highly agitated boyfriend.
"I am only trying to help here because you show up here looking like this and it's only going to scream to Mr. Carpenter of the entire reason we're here. You're a mess Lee. This does not help your case."
"Ok Britt...point noted. You can go now. I'll help him as I said and then we'll be in."
"Ummm no, Josie. You can't go in with him. Lee's a big boy and needs to prove that. You'll just have to wait out here or you could go to the cafeteria. I just saw Dr. Bloom there on my way up. I know he's a bit anxious about this as well so maybe you could keep each other company. This will probably be about an hour. I'm going in now. Get cleaned up."
Britt left and now Lee was a jittery mess knowing you couldn't be at his side and he wasn't thinking clearly, so much so that he tried to follow Britt inside, but you quickly stopped him.
"Hey, no no no, you need to let me fix you up."
You tried helping him with his tie, but he quickly took over, turning it into a twisted mess because he couldn't concentrate and hold still. It was like trying to dress a child for school. You then handed him some mints that you saw on the desk in hopes that the coolness would help him breathe.
"Fuck...Jo...this damn tie...it's choking me...I..I can't..."
"It's ok, it's ok. Just tuck your shirt in and breathe and let me try again. I won't make it tight."
"No..Jo...I go it, I got it...just let me do it."
His breaths were becoming heavy and he seemed a bit disoriented which worried you that he was going to have another panic attack.
"Lee...baby...look at me, look at me." you said, taking his face in your hands as his glistening eyes met yours. "I need you to breathe. Can you do that for me? Just look in my eyes and...breathe. I am not going anywhere. I will wait right here on this couch. The only thing that will separate us is that door and when you come out, my face will be the first thing you see. I love you. I love you soooo much and no matter what happens here today, nothing will ever change that and we'll deal with it all together ok? You can do this baby."
You softly kissed him and stroked his straggled hair into place as he let out a deep sigh through his nose.
"You're the only thing that keeps me sane, I swear to god. I love you too Jo March, more than you could ever know. Ok....you're right. I can do this."
He kissed your forehead and trickled the back of his fingers down your cheek.
"Forever." he whispered and then he went inside.
The very second the door closed, all was silent and you were all alone and then came the uncontrollable tears that you had held back to be strong for him.
You sat down, silently sobbing and pulled your phone out to text Landy, letting him know you were there and that Lee had just went in. He replied telling you that he was praying for Lee and that he would come up but his break was almost over and told you to come find him when Lee was finished.
Lee sat down beside Britt but kept his head down, for he could feel Mr. Carpenter's eyes upon him. Strangely the mother was not present which Lee had noticed at a glance when he first walked in. Also attending were the other staff that assisted Lee the day of Henrietta's operation, including Nurse Amy, Lee and Jo's friend, who cared for her and opposite of them were members of the board. There was also a man that Lee did not recognize sitting at the head of the table. He was a heavier build also dressed in a suit and tie, appearing to be at least twenty to thirty years older than Lee and had long silver hair pulled back in a pony tail. The man spoke quietly with the others for a few minutes, looking over some paperwork and in that time frame, Lee must have eaten every single piece of mint that you gave him as he focused on the image of your face and breathing.
Finally, Britt stood up and began with the introduction and welcoming of the cologne ridden stranger....and her tone caught Lee's attention, for it was forced with a hint of sarcasm.
"Before this meeting commences, I would like to introduce to everyone here our new CEO. Some of you have already had the...pleasure of meeting him this morning, but for those of you that have not, please welcome Mr. Cyrus Renault."
After pacing the room for ten minutes, you found yourself snooping by the door in hopes to hear something but there wasn't a single peep of voices. You couldn't even see light coming out from under the door. Eventually, you sat down with a hard sigh, propping your elbows on your knees and burying your face in your hands....also trying to breathe.
Suddenly, you felt someone sit down beside you and instantly recognized the cologne. Cool Water by Davidoff. How fitting since the one wearing it was none other than your briefly estranged guy bff, Dave.
"Hey you." he softly said with a concerned look in his baby blues that perfectly matched his scrubs.
You slid your hands down just enough to reveal your tear soaked eyes and stared at him in shock, noticing his dark wavy locks had grown longer, which triggered you into sobbing again at the very missed sight of him.
"Heyyy, hey hey." Dave sweetly said and scooted over to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.
"What...are you doing here?' you mumbled through your hands. Although you had known the dashing doctor Dave for five years, you still felt uncomfortable crying in front of him.
"I knew about the meeting and I figured you would be here. I just wanted to come check on you."
You swiftly rubbed your tears away and moved back from him, letting him clearly know you were not happy.
"Well, that's nice of you since I haven't seen or heard from you since the day of Orlando's surgery, you know, also the day you took off on me when I told you about Lee and me? You haven't even responded to my texts."
David's eyes fell in shame and then he tried to explain his ghosting actions.
"I'm sorry. I really am. I guess I...I just thought that with all you had going on, you needed space and I..I didn't want to interfere in your new life. I've just been trying to move on is all."
"What, so now we can't be friends anymore because I'm with someone??"
"Friends...yeah." he quietly said, this time his head falling too as he felt the heartbreak all over again in that simple word...friends.
"Look, Josie...I didn't come here to further complicate your life. I...just know what Lee is going through. I've lost patients and I've been blamed. One in particular and similar because she was young like this girl, nineteen. Except it was a common surgery and she suffered a pulmonary embolism. The parents, they wanted someone to blame. That's what grief does to people. So, I just wanted to offer my support and....I missed you and wanted to see you. That's all. You were always around and now...you're not. But as long as you're happy...then I'm happy. Are you...happy?"
Your eyes studied the pain in his expression that he was failing miserably at trying to conceal, and so you lightened up on him.
"I...yes. I am. I'm...just so worried for Lee."
"Well, for what it's worth. I don't think he's responsible for that girl's death. Many here don't. Everyone loves him and supports him. He's a brilliant doctor and surgeon who has just been dealing with things no one should ever have to deal with."
His words made you smile and you took his hand.
"You really are amazing, you know that? And I...I miss you so much. Please don't disappear from my life. I still need you David. I will always need you. Promise me you won't go away."
Dave forced a smile and squeezed your hand.
"I know I've been a shitty selfish friend lately and I truly am sorry. Of course I won't go away Josie. Not unless you tell me to. I'm...I'm just trying to move on myself as I said."
"Apology accepted. So...by move on...have you met someone?"
His hand released yours and his eyes broke contact as he slightly stiffened up.
"Well...I went out with someone, just once and..."
"Ohhh? Do tell! You know you have to tell me now. Spill it Davey. Who is she? Do I know her? Do you like her?"
He chuckled. "I...reeeally don't think you want or need to hear this right now....and I should have known better than to say anything.
"Uh yes I do. You're hiding something. Don't forget who you're talking to here. I know you. Who is it? What's the big deal?"
He sighed and seemed very nervous.
"Dave!....you're kinda scaring me here. Out with it."
"Yeah ok umm..." he said and stood up, almost as if he were steering clear of your reaction. "It's...it's kind of....Nurse...Webber...."
In that moment, you truly hoped that door was a s soundproof as it seemed to be.
"You're dating Lee's psycho ex!!!!" you reeled as you flung to your feet. "Have you lost your damn mind???"
"Woah, hey, calm down Jos..."
"Don't tell me to calm down! I mean, you OBVIOUSLY know about the shit she's done or you wouldn't be telling me to calm down or so damn afraid to tell me who it was! Jesus, does your sister know???"
"Ok, Josie stop. It was one date. I'm just getting to know her. I kind of like her ok? She don't seem anything like what people say and no, Britt don't know..."
"Oh my fucking god...I can't believe my ears right now. What is there to get to know when you KNOW all there IS to know?? I can line up people for you if you'd like to tell you that it would be the biggest mistake of your life to ever get involved with her! I think you know this because why haven't you told Britt?? Because you know Britt despises her! And I am willing to bet that Elizabitch is just using you to aggravate me and Britt both. It's how she rolls Dave!"
"What...so she can't actually like me for me?"
"NO!! She's a cheating whore and she's capable of doing very bad things and I don't want to see you be one of her casualties. People get hurt when she's involved. Just ask Lee. Ask Jason!!"
"Ask...Jason?"
You had to think quickly to recover from the mistake of blurting that out in your bout of anger.
"I..I meant...if...he were here...but he's not, but Britt will tell you. My landlord will even tell you cause he was married to her. key word...WAS. Dave...damn it...please listen to me. I care about you so much and I just feel that you're vulnerable right now and she preys on that shit. Lee....he thinks she is responsible for his son's death although he can't prove it and I believe it too or I would never have told you. But you need to understand. She's trouble with a capital ass T. I want you to be happy, I do, just not with her because you won't be happy! She'll hurt you and so help me god if she does...."
Just then, surprisingly, the conference door opened after only thirty minutes of collaboration. You gasped and spun around, fearing they all heard your raging rant but instead...Lee came out as Britt and others followed, all leaving except Britt....and Lee's face, you couldn't yet read.
You froze, your eyes locked in his as you gulped and then noticed an angered man storm out which you then gathered to be Mr. Carpenter. Once he was gone, Lee finally spoke as a smile formed on his face.
"Dr. Pace is officially back baby. I'm innocent."
Your hands flew to your face, leaving only your gaping eyes revealed and then you found yourself jumping into his arms and being spun around as he laughed and almost cried while kissing your head through your hair over and over. As he put you down, Dave was no longer in your sight. He had left.
"Oh my god baby, I am so happy for you! I knew it, deep down somehow that you would be found unaccountable. Now, you can finally breathe."
"Congratulations Lee." Britt then said, seemingly remorseful for being so hard on him earlier.
"Yes, congratulations Dr. pace." a voice sounded from behind you both that had your jaw dropping as you turned to see who it was.
"Oh my, well isn't this a treat?" Cyrus continued when he saw you with your arm clung to Lee's. "Jo...March is it? We meet again."
"You...you know him?" Lee asked as Britt's eyes widened with the same question.
"Not formally." Cyrus answered for you. "We met briefly outside my son's apartment. Let me properly introduce myself. Once again, I am Cyrus Renault, Craig's father as I'm sure you now know and the new CEO of Salem hospital."
Your eyes darted to Britt in utter confusion, considering you knew he had just been released from prison and Jason believed him responsible for the hit put on him. Surely Britt must know that, you thought.
"You all...look stunned?" he added when no one spoke. "Is there a...problem?"
That's when Britt's good old non-filtered mouth chose to reply.
"I think all who work here are stunned after your time served in prison for polluting Salem with your drug shipments and trying to kill Jason Morgan."
You couldn't believe she just said that to her apparent new boss, although you understood it because you felt the same exact way and now you had to later explain this to Lee because you had honestly forgot about this creep.
Cyrus began to laugh, quite hard for a moment before he made a not so subtle threat to your girl bff.
"Although I admire your honesty, I would advise you to temper your attitude...and accusations if you value your position here as Chief of Staff Dr. Westbourne, among...other things."
By this point, Lee's eyes were wild with wonder and bewilderment as he remained silent, listening to this scene play out.
"And from what I understand, Mr. Morgan, or March should I say? is in fact dead, victim of an explosion, correct? While I, in fact, was wrongfully incarcerated, so it is utterly impossible for me to have had any involvement in his untimely demise. You know, Miss March, I figured out who you were after I left that day. Jason is, sorry correction, was, your brother. I offer you my condolences. Such a young soul to meet such a terrible fate."
You suddenly felt nauseous and lightheaded in your anger as you grabbed onto Lee.
"Hey, you ok?" he asked as he quickly put his arm around your waist to steady you.
"Ahhh, so I take it the two of you are an...item?" Cyrus went on without a single care over his lying and insensitive words.
"I'm sorry, we really should be going. Lee, Orlando is waiting for us." you said with a look Lee understood very well.
"Yeah of course. Britt, let me know my schedule when you have it ready. And umm...it was...nice to meet you Mr. Renault." Lee said with hesitation.
"Oh the pleasure was all mine. Welcome back Dr. Pace. I am sure we will be seeing a lot more of each other. You both take care now."
A shiver ran all through your body at his double entendre of words and you couldn't get out of there fast enough.
"Josie!" Britt loudly called out, then calmed her tone. "I...we will talk soon ok?"
You saw the fear in her eyes and you knew she saw yours.
"Yes. Soon."
As soon as you and Lee rounded the corner, you took your heels off and ran for the bathroom.
"Jo! babe..." Lee called and ran after you, following you right into the women's restroom without a care, which luckily, it appeared empty.
You leaned on the sink, beginning to hyperventilate as Lee rubbed your back.
"Jo, sweetheart, what's going on?"
You filled your palm with water and quickly drank it, then ripped your hair down and ran your wet hands through it.
"Lee....it...it's him. Cy...Cyrus...he's...I forgot to....he's the one....he tried to kill Jason. He...he had....someone else do it while he was in prison....Jason...Jason said he is certain that the Zacchara's...Johnny, the guy you met at the rink...Jason told me...that he and Ethan were hired to do it."
"You told me about Jason saying it was Johnny and Ethan and possibly even Liz, but how do you know it was this guy? Who the hell is he??"
"Well, as you heard, he's...he's Craig's dad...but other than that, I don't know much more about him. I didn't stick around long enough to ask Jason or Craig, but obviously, he's mob and I do know he's Sonny's number one enemy. Jesus Lee...I...I am so sorry I ever drug you into my mess of a life. This all...could put you in danger and god, my dream...."
"Hey, don't do that. Come here."
Lee pulled you close and lightly rocked you.
"You couldn't have known things would ever come to this. You had no idea Jason was even alive until now Jo...."
"Lee...you, Orlando, Britt, even Dave...you all have to work around him and that psycho bitch. I don't like this! I saw Dave earlier...he told me he went on some date with her! I need to talk to Britt later. It's quite obvious she knows who Cyrus really is and she needs to know about her brother so she can talk some damn sense into him."
"What about Jason though? Are you going to tell her he's alive? Or do you think she possibly already knows? Maybe he told her since he loves her?"
"No...he wouldn't do that, risk her life. He didn't even mean for me to find out. I can't tell her. Only you can know."
"Alright. Let's get out of here and go see Landy ok? And then, maybe we can go try and celebrate? I mean, only about my innocence and reinstatement. I will still always feel so terribly awful for that girl's death and what that family is going through."
"I know baby. But yeah, that sounds good. Lee?"
"Yeah my girl?" he asked as you both went out into the hall with him sweetly carrying your shoes.
"I love you, truly... madly...and so deeply."
"Mmmm...right back at ya babe." he replied with a grin as you stood on your tippy toes and kissed him.
After you both left, the bathroom door slowly opened from the inside and out walked Elizabeth into the hall with the look of a cat who swallowed the canary. She had heard everything as she hid in the stall with her feet up and now knew that Jason....was in fact alive.
You and Lee met up with Amy at the nurse's station who informed you that Orlando was just around the corner, already having trouble on his first day back with Nurse Theresa who once again was complaining over his illegible writing.
"I swear she's ruthless. Hey babe, catch up with Amy for a bit and I'll go save him." Lee said as he grinned. "Be right back. Love you."
"Ok." you laughed. "Love you!"
"Awwwww. You guuuuys are so cute! And it's good to see Lee looking so happy. I'm so glad things worked out for him. We were all pulling for him."
"Thanks Ames. But not all were." you snarled as you locked eyes with Elizabeth who was trotting down the stairs serving you a look of gloat. Why was beyond you and it's pissed you off nonetheless.
"Oh that bitch..."
"Oh no you don't!" Amy said, grabbing your hand as you tried to go after her. "Leave the bottom dweller where she belongs. This is a happy day for you and Lee. Don't let her ruin it. Karma will get her. It always does."
"Ugh." you huffed. "You're right. AS always."
"Of course I am. Hey, now that you're here...I thought I would tell you that...Gerry is here."
"What? Why?? Is he following me again???"
"This time I can actually say no. Jo...it's Victor. He had a heart attack last night. Gerry has been here since they brought him in."
"Oh my god...do they think he will recover?"
"Well....you could probably ask him that yourself." she said as she glanced behind you at Gerry walking over to the vending machine.
You're ex-fiance was the last person you wanted to see at that time, or ever really, but you felt bad. His father meant a lot to him and actually to you as well considering he was Bo's father too and almost your father-in-law once upon a time. Not to mention he was special to your mother. You wondered if she knew, that maybe Gerry called her. She always liked the Scottish detective regardless of all that happened, most likely because he was Victor's son and it was one of the reasons she still had issues with Megan for destroying your relationship, although to you, he did that all on his own.
As you approached Gerry, he was cussing out the machine and shaking it.
"Hey....Ger..." you quietly said, trying not to startle him, but it didn't work.
"Jesus shit!" he panted as he spun around, then smiled in embarrassment when he saw it was you.
"Umm..hi...Josie."
"Didn't I teach you not to sneak up a man with a gun?" he joked. although his icy blues, also matching his shirt, held fear and sadness.
"I uh...I heard about Victor. I'm so sorry Ger...how's he doing?"
"Not good. Stable but still critical I guess. He's up in ICU. I came down here to find a machine that actually worked but as you can see...it's a piece of shit."
He turned and gave it another ferocious shake and then groaned as he vigorously rubbed his face.
"Here...let me try. Which one were you getting? The Payday candy bar like usual?"
He stared at you for a moment, seemingly shocked that you still remembered that, or anything about him at all.
"Jesus Ger, what happened to your eye?" you asked about the small bruise below it as you pushed the number selection. Down the candy bar dropped.
"Oh you know, a day in a cop's life. How the hell did you do that?"
"It's called pushing the right number and not the one beside it that has an empty spot."
"Oh..." he flatly said, now even more humiliated. "Thanks."
"Gerry...are you ok?"
"Yep, never better. How bout you? Why are you here?"
"Lee...he had a meeting. So, where's your brother? Are you here alone?"
"Brady will be in tonight. He was out of town. So yeah, it's just me for now. I called mum so she would know."
"How is Margaret? Gosh, it's still so weird that she has the same name as my mom."
"You always thought that was a sign." he chuckled. "Sorry..um, yeah, she's doing alright. Bullheaded as ever. I had to talk her out of flying here just to be with me. I don't really like her to fly all the way from Scotland by herself. She asked about you."
"Well...tell her I said hello. I umm, better not keep you from Victor and Lee will be back shortly so..."
"Yeah...yeah, of course. Go on. It was um, nice...to see you again. You look....happy."
"I...I am...happy. It was...nice to see you too. Gerry, if...if you need anything, it's ok to ask me. I'll do whatever I can for you and Vic, otherwise...maybe keep me updated? I'd appreciate that. I'm sure my mom will want to know."
"Yeah, I um, didn't know if I should call her or not. But thank you, I'll keep your offer in mind and I will let you know if anything changes. Oh and hey...thanks for the candy bar." He said as he gave it a small toss in his hand."
"Not a problem......bye...Gerry."
"Yeah....bye." he softly said and sighed as he watched you walk away.
Lee was with Amy when you returned and he had been watching you and Gerry.
"Hey....everything alright Jo?" he asked as he glanced at Gerry pouring a cup of coffee.
"I hope so. His dad is in the hospital."
"Yeah...Amy filled me in. Jo, sweetheart...it's ok if you want to go and see Victor. He's Bo's dad too and I know you're mom cared for him deeply. And Gerry looks like he could use some company."
"His brother Brady is coming in later tonight. Lee, I'm not leaving you right now, not after you've waited so long for this day and got the news you wanted and deserved. Gerry...he's not....my responsibility anymore."
"I know baby. It doesn't mean you don't still care and there's nothing wrong with that. I mean, I know what he's feeling, because of my mom and all and I too was alone. Gordon was nowhere to be seen and dad was sick. You don't have to go. I just wanted you to know...it's ok if you did. I would completely understand."
You walked up to Lee and kissed him deeply. "God I love you. You have so much compassion for others, even after the way Gerry treated you. You're a good man Lee and you were meant to help people."
"Yeah well...Gerry...he was just jealous. I understand that too."
"You, my guy, are so amazing but....I am...not..leaving you. Now, where's Landy??"
"Oh, he'll be here in a few. He had to check one last patient."
"Speaking of the good doctor, there he is!" you loudly laughed to see Orlando strutting down the hall, all doctored back up in blue scrubs like Dave's and hand's in his white coat pockets with a stethoscope loosely hanging around his neck. And of course, Lee had to be silly and put a musical vibe to his walk.
"Orlando Banando! Well you can tell by the way I walk my walk, I'm a woman's man, no time to talk....Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh staying alive staying alive! Staying aliiiiiiiiive!!" he sang in his best Bee Gee voice, which was pretty damn good, and did the pointed finger dance thing like John Travolta did.
Orlando lowered his head with a grin as he kept up his cool cat strut and you were just enamored at the sight of him.
"Oh my gosh, you cut your hair! It looks so good!" you raved and gave him a hug. "How's your first day back?"
"Well I certainly didn't miss having my handwriting picked the fuck apart but otherwise, it's good to be back. Thanks Jo...about the hair but...I hate it. I look twelve."
Lee busted up laughing and gave Orlando a fast head scrub, messing the short and straight do all up.
"I'd say more like Llyod on Dumb and Dumber."
"Ahhh hell naw!!" Orlando chortled and playfully attacked him, pulling his head down and giving him the good old high school noogie.
You couldn't have been happier in that moment to see the two being bff's again and to see them both so happy...at least you hoped Landy was, for you knew he was a master of disguise when it came to his depression. The happiness was short lived though as you were all interrupted by a very disturbed Mr. Carpenter.
"Well would you look at that? Celebrating and all going on with your lives as if it didn't stop for my daughter. Big win for you today eh Dr. Pace?? Not a care in the world now while my wife and I suffer because that bastard killed my little girl!"
You ran to Lee's side as Orlando stepped right up to block the grieving man's path to him.
"Mr. Carpenter, Mr. Carpenter! No one here is celebrating your loss. I know you are grieving and you're angry and you want someone to blame, but Dr. Pace was found innocent and I believe it in my heart that he is. He is a great doctor and he never would have out your daughter or any patient at risk."
"Of course you're going to defend him! He's your colleague and your best friend. Do you think I didn't do my homework on Dr. perfect here, which turns out he's NOT so perfect at all."
"Don't blame Dr. Pace sir. He had a room full of staff who attest that he was exemplary in every way throughout the procedure."
"Do you hear yourself??? As if they would rat him out. You all are thick like thieves here. My daughter asked repeatably to see you on the night she died and where were you? Off in the E.R. where you do not work, trying to help a fucking mobster who was a s good as dead already and then you went off to tend to his sweet little sister for a measly panic attack when my daughter was recovering from brain surgery that you poorly performed because you were probably high as a damn kite! You left her alone to protect a mobster and his family!!!"
"Exemplary??? I don't think so. I know ALL about you. Did you all seriously think I was just going lie down and ignore this little cult of cover ups here??? Knowledge is power and you may have gotten away with it, but I know what you did!"
"Jo...go wait in the waiting room..." Lee sternly whispered to you, not taking his eyes off of the disturbed man.
"No! I'm not leaving you here with him..."
"Hey...is everything alright here sir???" Gerry asked as he swiftly appeared and stood beside Orlando and face to face with Mr. Carpenter.
"Who the hell are you??"
"Well now, that depends on you." he snarked as he pulled out his badge. "Detective Butler. Salem PD. Now, do we have a problem here? You're in the middle of a hospital and you're making a scene. I couldn't help but overhear and I am very sorry for your loss, but this is not the way to handle things. I'm going to have to ask you to leave and if you insist on continuing, I will be forced to arrest you."
"You're fucking kidding me right? He killed my daughter and you threaten to arrest me?? "
He leaned on the nurse's station and seemingly became more angry and distressed.
"Henrietta is gone! Because of you!" he growled as he pointed directly at Lee.
"Alright...Mr. Carpenter is it? I'm not going to ask at this point. I'm telling you to leave." Gerry firmly ordered.
"Amy...clear the people out of the area." Britt said as she came running up with Dave.
Amy quickly did so, guiding the five viewers in the lobby out and then things went from bad to worse in a matter of seconds.
"And you! Dr. Westbourne. I now all about you too! You were there that night. You could have tended to your lover slash assassin and someone else could have taken care of his little sister here...but no...Dr. Pace couldn't resist trying to land another piece of ass and it looks like you succeeded. Can't say as I blame you too much though on that part alone...she is one fine piece of candy. What do ya say sunshine, you, me, let's get out of here and I'll show you a real coc...."
It happened before you even knew what was happening. Lee's fist connected with Mr. Carpenters face and then he plowed him onto the ground.
"Lee!!! Stop!!!" you screamed as the two scuffled to their feet, still locked together until Orlando and Gerry took over....Gerry grabbing Lee because he was bigger and left Mr. Carpenter to Orlando as Dave moved you and his sister to a safe spot.
Mr. Carpenter had a bloodied nose and a bruised eye, which one came from Lee's sucker punch, you did not know as you stood petrified inside Britt's arms with Dave guarding you both.
Lee panted heavily as he fumed with pursed lips and a red face, struggling to free himself from Gerry's death grip of his arms being locked behind his back.
"Arrest him!! I want him arrested now!!"
What happened this time, blew your fucking mind.
"Arrest him for what?" Gerry asked as he released Lee and gave him a look to shut up and be good.
"What the hell do you mean for what??? He attacked me! You all saw it!"
"I didn't see anything. Did you see anything, Dr. Bloom?" Gerry replied.
Orlando's eyes were wide and confused. "Umm...uh...no. Nope. Nothing." he answered when he finally caught on what Gerry was doing.
"How bout you, Dr. Westbourne, Dr. Conrad or you Josie?"
"N...no." Britt answered and gaped down at you as Dave gave an eye lowered no.
"Nope. Not a thing." you abruptly responded and intensely gazed at Lee.
"Well... they're the only ones here besides myself Mr. Carpenter and no one saw any attack. I think you should be on your way now."
"You're a disgrace to the police department. You're no different than a common criminal. I'll have that shiny badge you abuse. Between cops and criminals, I'm not going to stand for it. My daughter will have justice. I'm going to get it for her. I'm going to get it for her mother, I'm going to get it for me...if it's the last thing I do."
Mr. Carpenter glared at Lee then stormed out, followed by Dave to make sure he left as you immediately ran onto Lee's arms.
"I'm sorry Jo, I'm sorry...I..."
"I think you two should probably head out." Gerry interrupted. "I'll follow you to your car in case he's lurking around."
"Gerry....th..thank you. I..I don't know what to say." you softly told him.
"You don't need to say anything." he said, giving you a quick touch of his hand on your cheek. "Honestly, I would have done the same thing with him saying what he said. He went too far."
"Yeah but...he's gonna cause trouble for you now when you had nothing to do with any of this."
"Nahhh. I'm not worried about guys like him. I've encountered far worse. Lee, you alright man?"
"Not a scratch. So, what she said. Thank you. I kind of lost my mind for a minute."
"Between you and me, if you hadn't done it, I would have. I know what it's like to see red. No thanks needed. I was just stopping you from digging yourself in deeper because it's what he wanted. If he gives you any more trouble, get a hold of me. Come on. I'll walk you guys out."
"Lando...I'll call you later man." Lee told his bff and hugged him. "Thanks for helping."
"Britt...talk soon ok? Tell Dave to text me later. Bye Landy."
You gave both of them a hug as well and then resumed your place under Lee's wing and left with Gerry in tow.
Lee drive this time with you close against him as you saw Gerry standing at the hospital entrance watching you both like a hawk until you were out of sight.
"You ok?" Lee asked as he kissed the top of your head that was snuggled in his armpit.
"I will be once we are home."
"Home huh? I love that you call it that."
"You smiled and closed your eyes. "Because you are home to me."
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Unhinged sans extra lore part 2 (I guess)
Instead of updating unhinged sans’ lore I’ll just add extra lore to him, since I don’t even know how I’d rework his lore
Also feel free to ask questions about anything and I’ll answer them eventually, usually in an hour or less
-He doesn’t ever get a room and actually just sleeps on a couch
-When sleeping he has the letter z coming from his head (like during the ut sans fight)
-He honestly hates horror the most out of everyone there
-Out of everyone he hates dust the least since he was once dust too
-He enjoys killing royalty and very egotistical people the most
-He doesn’t like any holidays
-If someone tried flirting with him they’d die shortly after if no one stops him
-He genuinely hates aus/timelines that got happy endings
-He is terrified of cats to the point of killing them as fast as he can, and if he can’t he runs away crying like a baby
-The reason he is terrified of cats is because in one au he got surround by like 50 in an alleyway and they attacked him, I mean he won of course but for some reason it scared him too much
-He’d probably acknowledge dust’s papyrus hallucination as existing, though he sees it differently and hears it differently leading to arguments between the 2 about what papyrus said
-He doesn’t respond to being called sans, he just doesn’t know that they’re talking about him
-He actually enjoys vast things like space and oceans
-He actually really wants to fight a leviathan or something of the sort
-He sometimes reads in his spare time when not doing pottery
-He enjoys any kind of book genera
-When he was first added to nightmare’s group he often attacked others out of nowhere often getting stopped by error or nightmare though
-He actually thinks people who have absorbed souls are weak for relying on souls rather then their own strength alone
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WIP Tuesday
I was tagged by the lovely @writerman some time ago, apologies for uploading on a Tuesday - but as is life. So here is a WIP for a little story called Snowfall, also known as the bane of my existence.
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"Caius, we must proceed with caution. The wolves pose a threat, but we must consider the repercussions of engaging in a full-scale conflict. It could expose us to unwanted attention."
Caius' eyes blazed with an unhinged fervour as he slammed his fist onto the table, nearly shattering it under his strength. "Unwanted attention? Our goal is to rule.” he spat out before walking to his brother's side, close enough so that Aro could feel every unneeded breath he took. “However, can we expect the immortals out there to respect us, if we cannot rid the world of mere pests?” Close by, Athenodora sat together with Sulpicia, observing the scene with a mix of worry and fear. Over the last decades she had watched her husband's mental state deteriorate and rebuild itself, an endless cycle. Some years had been worse than others, the darkest of them no one dared to speak of now. Her husband more beast than man, dancing with his wolves in the dark depths that lay down below. The obsession with hunting down the children of the moon consumed every inch of her husband, until what stood before her was a husk, a pale wraith drenched in blood.
As the argument continued, the tension in the room grew palpable. Athenodora and Sulpicia exchanged uneasy glances, the weight of the situation weighing heavily on their shoulders. The two women sipped their wine, attempting to find solace in its comforting embrace. Corin had the foresight to provide them with numerous jugs of wine, this particular sort had been leached off of a Roman emissary who had come to their domain, carefully mixed with the juice of white poppies. Marcus had protested the drink, but Athenodora had made a valid plea.
“Whether Caius is inebriated or of sound mind does not matter, there is no difference.”
In a fit of uncontrollable anger, Caius clenched his fist, crushing his own cup of wine with a resounding crack. Shards of pottery scattered across the table, a sharp reminder of his unravelling state of mind. Against the back of his head he felt a wet snout, sniffing and lapping at the white hair of his nape, a firm bite to his shin made him see red before shadows flooded his vision. A scream tore from deep inside of him, one he had held back for weeks now.
The room fell silent, the other vampires instinctively drawing back from their furious leader.
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Keep an eye out on @volterran-wine ?
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the illustrious client might not be the best mystery but it's such a fun case. watson being Unhinged (learning chinese pottery in 24 hours/telling holmes that he would kick gruner's ass if holmes just gave the word). holmes openly burglarizing gruner's house and not giving af or facing prosecution. kitty winters getting her revenge by tossing vitriol and getting the lightest sentence possible for it. it's so funny.
#i also like the granada adaptation a lot b/c holmes is actually really sympathetic to kitty?#which is so important to me like look. he's not nice. but he is kind. and it's so important to see that.#acd really said sometimes women can should and must throw vitriol as a treat#and he was so right for that#sherlock holmes#john watson#the illustrious client#maybe i'll do a dgs adaptation of this story it's such a good time#tom talks
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what's your favorite part of looking at a finished piece? or an unfinished piece for that matter?
with finished pieces, I love finally seeing the underglaze colours all bright and shiny, and the clay completely white instead of grey, seeing the contrast I knew I’d created, that I had to wait weeks or months to finally see
for unfinished pieces I love seeing them piled on my shelf at the studio so I can see how much I’ve made all together
and conversely, because this happened to me today, I hate when this happens
forgot to carve a small spot lol whoops
but this time I caught it before it dried
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There's this manga called Brutal: Confession of a homicide investigator and when I finished it all I thought was, "Desmond in MC's place would be pretty funny especially with his bleeds lol" because with the crap Desmond went through, I feel like he should de-stress some of it in.... different ways
The manga is really brutal with some triggering stuff so it's ok if you don't do this
Nonnnnyy, I’ve been waiting for a continuation and hoping that the author gets better since last year TTATT
For those unfamiliar with the manga, Brutal: Confession of a Homicide Investigator or Brutal: Satsujin Keisatsukan no Kokuhaku is kinda like Dexter (the tv show) except the main character is much, much more unhinged, loves the look of despair of his asshole victims and goes all out to making their death karmic and ironic.
Also… he does pottery (badly), his favorite movie is The Exorcist and it’s implied his first love was a man who died before he could kill him XD
It’s super dark and the manga does not shy away from all the gory details and dark themes (when I say the MC’s victims are assholes, it’s an understatement). Seriously, there’s a lot of triggering stuff in this manga that each chapter usually have a warning label. It’s also short with only 19 chapters due to the author’s poor health so… if you wanna try it out, it won’t take too much of your time.
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Anyway!
I feel like Desmond wouldn’t do what Dan does to his ‘victims’, mostly because the Brotherhood stresses to respect everyone, even the people they kill. The Hidden Blade is meant to deliver swift deaths, prolonging the death of the target as some sort of punishment would be against that ‘tradition’.
Although, to be fair, if we set this up as Desmond having lost a bit (or most) of his sanity after the Solar Flare, it would work.
Or…
This would be a Desmond who joined the police force after leaving the Farm. It’s highly unlikely since Abstergo would be all over him once he delivers the necessary paperwork and the results of his medical checkups but maybe he gets a lucky break, maybe Erudito is actively helping him by changing all of his information before it could get to Abstergo…
Maybe someone in the Calculations is ensuring he stays away from Abstergo’s radar. Weird computer glitches, strangely timed bad luck, accidents leading to data corruption… No one would think that someone is behind it unless they believe that that someone would be a ‘higher being’.
In this scenario, Desmond would see the worst of mankind and how the world as it is right now let some of these monsters get away. Desmond would use both the skills and techniques he learned from his profession and his childhood training in punishing these monsters the way they deserve to be punished.
In either scenario (Desmond becoming unhinged after the Solar Flare or Homicide Investigator!Desmond), Desmond wouldn’t care if they were Templars or not. As long as they have done something ‘bad’ and got away with it, they become his targets.
But he’d still wear a hood and a mask to hide his identity.
So when Abstergo ‘finds’ footage of him, they assume he’s an Assassin out for revenge and they wouldn’t think that the other non-Templar/Abstergo related disappearance are related until it’s too late.
The Assassins would think he’s a rogue Assassin, most probably a survivor of the Great Purge that has cut all ties with everyone. They don’t necessarily agree with his ‘methods’ but they let him do as he pleases because (1) they have no idea who he is or even how to predict his movements (2) he’s only targeting horrible people so it’s not technically against the Creed, and (3) they need all the help they can get.
(It would be funny if Desmond’s fake identity’s first name is Dexter. I mean… I’d probably go for Derek as usual if I was to write this (big IF) but giving him Dexter as a fake name would be funny)
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Hey, nonny.
You know what would be funny?
If Desmond goes to Japan after the Solar Flare to sorta-chill, sorta-relax, sorta-have a vacation and he just starts becoming some sort of vigilante during his time there. And Dan… falls in love with him. Both as the vigilante and as the nice foreigner working as a barista in the cafe near the police station or something. Just imagine a fusion of cafe au and serial killer au with a heavy topping of yandere from Dan and ‘I have really bad choices in love interests and I know it’ from Desmond XD
#all right#how am i going to tag this#uuuhh#desmond x brutal au#i guess#also#desdan#???#idk anymore#btw#for some reason#i’m imagining dan acting like#song ryang-ha to desmond#but more yandere#anyway#let’s just go for the usual tags#assassin's creed#desmond miles#brutal: satsujin kansatsukan no kokuhaku#hiroki dan#teecup writes/has a plot#fic idea: assassin's creed#fic idea: brutal#fic idea: crossover
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eden and matt thoughts
matt and eden being the babysitters for anders and grace and just both of them having baby fever. they are both just like “aw this is fun being parents” and taking the girls out on walks and to the park
eden and matt getting caught doing things and eden can’t look anyone in the eyes for days. maybe it’s not by grace or anders and it’s like they had been hosting a party and someone walks into a bathroom and they are just in there and eden wishes she could disappear
matt buys eden little gifts randomly. jewelry, clothes, he loves spoiling her. eden in my head likes to do a special arts and crafts skill that like everyone loves. like pottery or sewing or some skill like that and she makes matt gifts all the time
eden reads a lot so matt sometimes makes her read to him and likes just hearing her stumble over her words because she gets so into the story her eyes are skipping words and she has to go back to read it again and she’s just having to keep going back and reading the page again and it’s so adorable to him
more unhinged thoughts
matt definitely has a size kink. like just the idea of him being able to just manhandle her anywhere and she just lets him is crazy to him.
eden loves riding matt’s thigh. something about just being so close to him and him staring at her and drives her crazy
so we know that he constantly lifts her face with his fingers during conversations but during sex, he just grabs her face a little rough and is like “eyes on me eden.”
matt has made jokes about “garden of eden” before eating her out.
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Patreon has some of the most unhinged comments like. YES IM WATCHING THE POTTERY VIDEO MBIC TO SEE FREDDIE BEING HOT. BUT SOME OF YALL NEED TO BEHAVE. DON’T TIMESTAMP HIS ONE GROAN YOU FREAKS.
#throwing stones in our glass house because at least I try to TINT THE WINDOWS#ITS SO wow#good for them I guess#go wild go crazy#sorry I’m in my drafts#dndads#dungeons and daddies#mbic#as a self proclaimed freak I don’t mean it in any exceptionally derogatory way
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☆—— welcome to infinite entertainment! it's SONG JOOHA, who is the MAIN VOCALIST OF INDIGO. i’ve heard whispers that the 23 year old is pretty HARDWORKING but lowkey CLUMSY. also, doesn’t he remind you of PARK WONBIN?
hello hello! yes it is emma again, coming at you with a revamped child of mine, jooha! i’ve got a small stats page HERE and a pinterest page HERE that i will continue to update as i flesh him out a little more. anyway, pls love him && pls like this if you’d like to plot with him and i will come to you! okok thanks :D
Some stuff to know about Jooha:
born & raised in new york. grew up in a very happy family of 6.
he has two older sisters and one much younger sister, making him one of the middle children, but his mother made sure he never felt left out or forgotten. actually, since his sisters had such big personalities compared to him she probably showered him with a little more love to encourage him to come out of his shell.
very bright kid. loved school especially reading & writing bc he liked the fantasy worlds he read about in books but what he really liked was to sing. he found it to be a fun outlet and often participated in school talent shows and school plays. he was always told he should pursue it but he thought people were just being kind.
one summer he went on vacation to south korea to stay with his grandparents like they always did. during their stay their cousin planned to audition for an entertainment company. all his older sisters and him audition just so their cousin wouldn’t feel alone. it was all for funsies for them, not thinking anything would come of it......jooha was the only one who passed.
jooha wanted to go back home. he didn’t think he’d be happy away from his family. after all, he was only 14 at the time, but his grandparents convinced him to stay. and in part he didn’t want to regret not seeing where this could lead.
fun facts!
hobbies include: playing guitar, solving puzzles & playing with legos, pottery
has often played guitar on stage as part of performances
has 2 pet betta fish. he named them peanut & butter
easily flustered!!
chronically online. yes hes keeping up with all the memes and ariana drama. but is also always posting tiktoks on indigos account. think anton from riize.
bites nails when anxious & rambles when nervous...so like all the time dkslkj
likes watching the rain. calms him down
on his free days he likes to ride his bike or skateboard around bc he cant drive :/ someone teach him pls
loves getting notifications from the gossip blog. they make him laugh...unless theyre about him.
appearance wise i see him like THIS with longer shaggy hair. i see him putting it up in a bun or pony. i can see his stylist putting pretty clips or rhinestones in it sometimes
noticeable changes from before:
same soft bby...just a lil more unhinged
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