#where the hell did joanna go

[marvinsvictoryshower]

she is graceful, she is kind, she is gorgeous, she is peaceful, she hasn't done anything wrong, her name is sarah and she is my daughter.

[constantvariations]

Why did they create such a useless character to show Cinder's backstory when Salem is literally right there AND the real question the audience wants answered???

Imagine if it had been Salem who stayed at the hotel and saw something of herself in the scrappy servant girl. She saw how the Madame treated little Cinder and offered a way out only if Cinder has the power to be useful to her. Maybe she put Cinder to a test of how far she was willing to go for freedom, or maybe Salem wanted something from the Madame that she wouldn't give so it was up to Cinder to provide

Either way, Salem gets a young disciple that's ruthlessly ambitious and easy to manipulate and Cinder gains the illusion of freedom under a new master

[breederbutch]

"The homogeneity of the lesbian bar population makes a striking contrast with gaymale culture, which has a long tradition of explicitly erotic cross-class socializing. In general middle-class women did not go to the bars, because they were afraid of being exposed and losing their jobs. Charlie, a chic and competent white fem, remembers how rarely a gym teacher friend would go to the bars:

'Once in a while she would go. She was very nervous about her job. And I can understand it now because that many years ago, and sometimes even now, people want to make problems. They feel that somebody might attack their children.'

However, upper-class lesbians in Buffalo were more public about their behavior. Working-class lesbians knew about them through gossip— for instance, from a gay man who worked for them, or a friend who sometimes went to their parties— or through newspaper stories, particularly about an older group that had been quite prominent in the social life of the city in the 1920s and 1930s. But the upper-class lesbians did not socialize with working-class lesbians in the bars or any other settings. Joanna, a popular and worldly white fem who socialized in several groups, remembers:

'The people [they'd] hang around with were all like professionals, and [their] families were influential, very affluent, and I don't think that [they] would have considered even hanging around with us, say at the bars... Maybe they did go slumming once in a while, but they sure never came to the bars when I was there. And I used to always think, gee, where do they go? Then I found out... to the Westbrook and the Park Lane... can you imagine? and Beatrice was very butchy looking. Wish I had a picture of her, cause you would have died when you [saw] her. Very very masculine woman, and I mean really masculine looking.... They could get in anywhere, are you kidding. They wouldn't have turned her away. Probably spent a fortune in these places.'

In addition to not [sic] going to working-class bars, the upper-class women did not welcome working-class women into their own parties. Arden remembers going with a friend to one of the parties, and the hostess asked 'Who the hell are you and how did you get in here?' Arden took the question in stride and had a pleasant evening, but did not go back frequently.

All narrators are adamant that these upper-class women had little impact on their lives, and the fact that they were known lesbians did not make it easier for working-class lesbians. They think the difference was greater in the old days between those with money and those without. They were more concerned with making ends meet—working everyday, setting up an apartment—while the upper-class women had the money they needed and could concern themselves with more leisure activities."

- Boots of Leather, Slippers of Gold: The History of a Lesbian Community, by Elizabeth L. Kennedy and Madeline Davis (1993)

[arc-misadventures]

Friends Au: How would Roblyn and the happy huntresses react to seeing the photos of Jaune's family?

The Rivalry Burns Brighter

Yang: Hahaha! Oh, gods I forgot he looked like such a huge dork!

Ruby: Yeah, he's really grown up. Loosing all that baby fat, and gaining a lot more muscles.

Yang: You better keep that to yourself. Otherwise, Winter will come after you.

Ruby: Yeah, she... Winter... Winter scares me...

: Do I now?

Ruby: AHHH?!

Yang: Oh?! H-Hi, Winter... W-We're just looking at old photos when we were back in, Beacon, and we were just laughing at how, Jaune used to look.

Winter: Laughing at, Jaune?

Ruby: Y-You know how he looks now, but I don't think you ever saw him when he was at, Beacon.

Winter: No, I've never seen him until recently; What did he look like?

Ruby: Well, uhh... h-here's a photo of him...

Winter took, Ruby's scroll looking at the more skinnier body of, Jaune from a few years ago.

Winter: Hmmm... He defiantly has a much more boyish face... A cute, rounder, child...ish... face...?

Winter zoomed on, Jaune's face, analyzing every aspect of his face where she noticed something interesting. She pulled out her scroll before sending the photo it to her scroll, before giving, Ruby's scroll back to her.

Winter: Thank you for sharing this with me, Ms. Rose. Now if you'll excuse me.

Winter swiftly made her way to leave, quickly leaving the two sisters alone.

Yang: ...

Ruby: ...

Ruby: I think we just did something bad...

Yang: But, what did we do...?

Ruby: I don't know...

Yang: Well doesn't that sound scary...

~~~

Inside the 'secret' headquarters of the, Happy Huntresses, Robyn Hill, and her companions were going over several plans that they needed to accomplish to ensure, Robyn's ascension to become a councilmember for, Mantle, and Atlas. But, this planning session was about to be brought to an abrupt end. One a scared sheep faunas was about to tell why.

Fiona: Uhhhh... R-Robyn...?

May: Fiona? You okay?

Joanna: You look a little pale.

Robyn: Is something wrong, Fiona?

Fiona: You have a visitor...

Robyn: Oh? And, who is it?

Fiona: It's... It's, Winter Schnee...

Robyn: Wi... Winter Schnee?!

May: Seriously?!

Joanna: What the hell is she doing here?!

Fiona: I-I don't know?! She just said she needs to talk with you alone!

Robyn: About what?!

Fiona: I don't know?!

Robyn: Okay, okay, okay... Relax everyone, let's play it cool... There's nothing to worry about.

Joanna: But, it's, Winter fucking Schnee?!

Robyn: I know that... but, I must not show fear in front of my rival.

MJF: Rival?

Robyn: For my, White Knight!

May: White knight?

Fiona: Jaune Arc.

JM: Ohhh!

Robyn: Silence! We must prepare for the demons arrival...

Joanna: Alright...

May: We're ready.

Robyn: Alright, Fiona. Let her in...

Fiona nodded her head as, May, and Joanna took a flanking position behind, Robyn stood proud in front.

Fiona opened the door, and told, Robyn she could enter. Soon, came in the high, and might, Winter Schnee. Her eyes fixed solely on, Robyn Hill, not care for the other members of the, Happy Huntresses, as if their mere presence meant nothing at all to her.

Winter: Hello. Robyn Hill, our meeting has been long overdo...

Robyn: Indeed it has been, Specialist Schnee.

Winter: ...

Robyn: ...

Winter: Before we begin, I just want you to know that this... meeting of ours has nothing to do with your past exploits of stopping, Atlas Military personnel, supplies, and equipment. If so, I would have dealt with you sooner if you mattered.

Robyn: If I didn't matter, then should I take it that, Mantle, and it's people don't matter either?

Winter: No, they do, and will always matter. But, you do not matter as much as them. You are, but a drop in a bucket.

Robyn: I'd be careful if I was you, even a single drop of water can start a tsunami.

Winter: Or, show you that you have a leaky bucket.

May: They're fighting right...?

Fiona: Over, Jaune, right?

Joanna: They should be... But, am I the only one who isn't picking up on a lot of hidden sexual tension?

Fiona: Everyone can!

May: You can practically taste it!

Fiona: It makes sense too. They're both fighting for the same guy, whoever beds him first wins!

Joanna: So... is this where the war begins...?

Winter: Now then. Robyn... as much as I would like to call you a lying cheating political whore...

Robyn: And, as much as I would call you a thieving dust slut...

Winter: I'm afraid we both have bigger foes to deal with when it comes to winning the heart of my Knight!

Robyn: I think you mean, my Knight.

Winter: Over my dead body you slut!

Robyn: Bring it whore!

WR: ...

Winter: Haa... enough... as much as I like to insult you, and prove why it is better if I became, Winter Schnee Arc!

Robyn: Robyn Hill Arc sounds better...

Winter: I'm afraid that we are both already losing to another woman.

Robyn: What?! What do you mean we're already losing?!

Winter: Let me show you this photo of, Jaune, and his family.

Winter plucked out a photo from under her coat, and handed it to, Robyn. She eyed it warningly for a moment before taking it, and inspect the imagine.

Robyn: This is a photo of, Jaune... and his family... with... Wait? Does, Jaune have eight sisters?!

Winter: Seven sisters, the one next to the man, in the back is, Jaune's father, and next to him, is, Jaune's mother.

Robyn: Oh... But, seven sisters...? That's a good sign of fertility...

Winter: A very good sign. Now then, here is another photo of, Jaune sisters, and his nephew.

Robyn: Nephew?

Winter pulled out another photo, and handed to, Robyn who took it. She saw a fair skinned blonde with blue eyes, the person, Robyn assumed was, Jaune sister, and a girl with dark skin, and red glasses holding a dark skinned baby in their hands.

Robyn: Who are the people in this photo?

Winter: The blonde, as you've probably already guessed, is, Jaune's sister, Saphron Cotta Arc, and the woman with the darker skin is, Terra Cotta Arc, Saphron's wife, and Jaune's sister-in-law. And, the child in the middle is, Adrian Cotta Arc, Jaune's nephew.

Robyn: Okay... he looks cute, what about him?

Winter: This is the last photo I wanted to show you; This is a photo of, Jaune when he was back in, Beacon. Before his... glow up~!

Robyn: Glow up?

Robyn took the photo, Winter offered, and inspected it. Jaune was much more lanky, and childish, no where near as charming, and attractive as he is now. But, he did have a nice, cute face that...

Robyn: Hold on...?

Robyn placed the photo of, 'Beacon Jaune,' next to the lesbian couple, and their child. Her eyes darting between the two photos before she raised her head, looking at, Winter with bloody fury in her eyes.

Robyn: Call, Jaune Arc down here... NOW...

~~~

Jaune walked into the, Happy Huntresses 'secret base,' and already his danger senses were blaring. He could see, Joanna, and May looking at him, fear was echoing in their eyes as they shied away from him.

His step hesitated for a bit before he walked up to, Fiona who was standing nervously in front of a door to, Robyn's 'office.'

Jaune: Uhh... Fiona... Is... is something going on?

Fiona: Oh well... something is going to happen... I don't know what exactly, but... well...?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: I don't like that answer...

Fiona: I'm sorry... I can't help you with what's...?!

Robyn: Fiona is, Jaune here yet?!

Jaune, and Fiona visibly recoiled from the door as, Robyn screamed bloody hell through the door.

Fiona: Y-Yes...?

Robyn: Then tell him to get his ass in here! NOW!

Fiona: EEP!

Jaune looked at as she embraced the scared sheep persona. But, he gave her a reassuring shoulder pat before entering, Robyn's office.

As the door shut behind him, he saw, Robyn Hill standing next to her desk, while, Winter Schnee was standing on the other end. Robyn had her arms folded across her chest staring daggers at him, while Winter held her arms behind her back glaring down at, Jaune.

Jaune knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was in trouble, big trouble at that, and that these two warrior woman were furious with him for some reason. But, Jaune couldn't help but think that the pair looked damn hot while doing so.

Jaune: W-Well... It's nice to see you two finally meeting each other face to face... So, uhhh... w-what is this all about? Are you finally putting an end to this rivalry you two have imposed over me... C-Cause I want to end it myself, I just... I-I don't know who to pick... I mean you two are some of the most impressive, and beautiful woman I've ever met!

Jaune: I mean, Robyn... I admire your noble beauty, and courage to stand up for what you believe is right! That you're willing to put everything on the line for the people of, Mantle. I may be your white knight, but you will forever be my lady I've sworn to protect, and serve.

Jaune: And, Winter, I adore your elegant charm, and despite all that your father did, both directly, and indirectly to you, that you are standing strong, and proud throughout it all is inspiring. I am honoured to stand beside you as we fight to serve, and protect the people of, Atlas.

Jaune: I want to make my choice... I don't want to be an ass, and make you two feel like I'm stringing you along. But, I can't chose between either of you... I'm trying, but... I've never been so lucky to have two wonderful woman want me before. But, this time... I'm scared to choose, because if I only pick one of you, I'll lose the other... And, I can't handle the pain of losing someone I love again... notagain.

Jaune had dropped his head in shame as he lamented the cowardice of his heart, but as he brought his head up to stare at the two woman he was met with the sight of a pair of scarlet tinged faces. Winter was adverting her gaze as she was shuffling around nervously, while, Robyn had turned her face to look away from him, but, Jaune could tell she was blushing based on how her red her ears were.

Winter: While it's nice to know how you feel about the both of us... and, I can understand why you're having difficulty choosing one of us... I'll explain why to you later, Ms. Hill.

Robyn: T-Thank you... Specialist Schnee.

Winter: But, that's... that's not what we called you here for.

Jaune: Oh? Then what did you call me for?

Robyn: Well.. okay... so, Specialist Schnee showed me these photo's.

Robyn handed, Jaune the photos of his family, these photos gave, Jaune pause as he looked at, Winter with a distrustful look on his face.

Jaune: T-These were the photos in my locker? D-did you take these out of my locker?

Winter: No, I took a photo of them, and printed a copy.

Jaune: Oh... that's marginally better... but, what's with this third photo... Where did you get this, this was from when I was in, Beacon?

Winter: I acquired it from, Ruby Rose.

Jaune: She had a photo of me? Didn't know she had anything of me... But, what is this all of this about?

Winter: Well, I was looking at the photo of you, and your family... and, I noticed something... peculiar... I decided to take this photo to, Robyn Hill to ask if she also saw something in the photos...

Robyn: And, I did happen to find something most curious to see.

Jaune: Oh... w-what did you find...?

Winter took the photo of, Jaune back when he was in, Beacon, and the one with, Saphron, Terra, and Adrian in it, holding the next together.

Winter: Why does, your nephew look like you!

Jaune: Arc genetics...?

Robyn: It's obvious, Terra is the birth mother! Yet he looks like you!

Jaune: Most babies look the same, it doesn't mean he looks like me?!

Winter: Are you really, Adrian's uncle, or are you his father?!

Jaune: I am his uncle!

Robyn: Did you fuck your sister-in-law?!

Jaune: I did not?!

Winter: It's fucking RED!

During the shouting match, Robyn had grabbed, Jaune's shoulder, and started shaking him, involuntarily activating her semblance on him in the process. Jaune looked at the emanating red glow from, Robyn's hands before looking at the pair of woman looking at, Jaune demanding an answer with murderous intent if her refused to answer.

Jaune: O-O-Okay! I am, Adrian's biological father! Saphron, and Terra wanted to have a child, and they wanted them to be an, Arc, so they asked me to be the donner.

Winter: Why did they ask you, why couldn't they ask someone else to be the donner.

Jaune: It's either me, or my dad. Which would you prefer, Winter; your dad, or your brother to be the sperm donner?

Winter: ...

Winter: My brother...

Jaune: And, that's why they asked me.

Robyn: So you went to a clinic, and donated your sperm, and they artificially inseminated your sister-in-law?

Jaune: That... That was the plan... Terra had other ideas...

Robyn: Other ideas...?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: I slept with her...

Robyn: You really did fuck your sister-in-law?!

Jaune: Hey, it's what we agreed to! They wanted a child, and they wanted me to be the donner! Yes, I slept with my sister, but she got the child she wanted, and everyone was happy!

Robyn: Then what, you dip out and never have a part of your child's life?

Jaune: If you're thinking that I'd go out for milk, and never return, then you'd be sorely mistaken. I am a part of my sons life, I am just not that involved with him. If he ever wants to learn about his father, we will tell him the truth; That I am his biological father.

Winter: And, that's the end of it with you, and your nephew, right?

Jaune: ...

Winter: That's the end of it with you, and your nephew, right...?

Jaune: Haa... Three months ago, back when I was staying with them in, Argus... I was in a more... darker place... A more... suicidal place...

Robyn: S-Suicidal?

Winter: Jaune lost a lot of people when, Beacon fell. He also lost the only person he could ever consider his friend... Jaune was thinking about taking his life... more in a sense of a heroic self sacrifice... but suicide nonetheless. He hasn't had such a mindset as of late though.

Robyn: Are you sure about that? The way he went after that scorpion fellow says otherwise.

Winter: That monster needed to be taken out with extreme prejudice. While I agree, Jaune's method was rather risky, it nonetheless eliminated a severe threat, and saved your life in the process.

Robyn: I understand... But still, don't go around risking your life like that!

Robyn poked, Jaune in his chest, even if she was poking his armour, it did feel like he was forcing her fingernail was stabbing him.

Jaune: Don't worry, I'm doing a lot better since then, especially since you two came into my life. I feel happy just knowing that I have the pair of woman such as yourselves in my life. But, there was also, Terra's threat... that helped in another way. But, it was mostly thanks to you two.

The pair were blushing faintly as, Jaune was sweet talking them into a blushing mess again just by being so nice to them. However, there was something they needed to be ask.

Winter: What threat are you talking about?

Jaune: Well, you see... the original plan was to never talk about who, Adrian's father was. But, Terra threatened me that she would tell, Adrian when he was older who his father was, and she wanted me to be alive so he would know. That was the first part of the threat...

Winter: First part.

Jaune: It was meant to be a secret between the two of us... But, Terra told, Saphron that I was, Adrian's father. Saphron wasn't as surprised, or as angry as I thought she would be. She had already expected that we didn't go to a sperm bank, she wasn't angry about that at all. Nor was she angry that... That, Terra wanted another kid... And, well... last i heard, Terra's about three months pregnant...

Winter: T-Three months pregnant?!

Robyn: You did it again?!

Jaune: It was all consensual!

Winter: But, you slept with your sister-in-law!

Robyn: And, impregnated her!

RW: Again!

Jaune: Yes, I impregnated my sister-in-law, twice! We've already established that already! Why are you freaking out about that so much?!

Winter: Cause, I wanted to have your child first...

Jaune: I uhh... what?

Robyn: I was going to have his first kid, not you, you bitch!

Winter: You want to go there, you whore?!

Robyn: Bring it you cunt!

Jaune: Excuse me?! You were interrogating me about my son, and now you're arguing about who should have had my first kid? Where the hell is all of this coming from?!

Winter: Ahh...?!

Robyn: Uhh...?!

Winter: Baby fever...?

Jaune: Why is that question?

Robyn: Yeah, baby fever... we saw the photo of your adorable son...

Winter: Absolutely adorable~!

Robyn: And, now we want your kids.

Winter: I want at least three.

Robyn: Ha! I'll go for four!

Winter: Five...

Robyn: Six...

Jaune: ...

Jaune: I love you, Adrian, but gods dammit, why do you gotta do your father dirty like this?

[deantfwinchester]

Love Me Right

Part 1: Henrietta’s

Pairing: ConstructionCEO!Joel x Waitress!Reader

She's eventually gonna be a teacher again bc let's be real, i'm a one-trick pony.

This is a Millionaire Joel AU x Most Eligible Bachelor Trope

Summary: Joel Miller, CEO and Co-Founder of Miller Construction, hasn't been dealing with an Empty Nest very well. His family and friends have tried their best to cheer him up since Sarah left for college in the fall, but the storm cloud above his head remains. On top of that (or perhaps because of it), he has just been named one of Austin's Most Eligible Bachelors.

What will that mean for the new-in-town waitress he meets in his favorite diner? As far as she knows, he's just an average contractor.

Warnings: age gap (reader late 20s, Joel late 40s); family-centered trauma and conflict; lethal levels of fluff otw

A/N: Bear with me for this one y'all. My imagination is ambitious and my brain is obstinate. Title inspired by Sabrina Carpenter’s Short ‘n Sweet - bc i can’t stop fckn listening to Juno 🫣

Word Count: 4.6k

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“Tommy, there ain’t a chance in hell that’s gonna happen. Why on earth did you bring this to me?”

“Well they talked to Joanna at the front desk first. She said wasn’t going to bring it up to you, but I couldn’t just let it slide,” Tommy raises his eyebrows at Joel, shooting him a mischievous look. “Because one - I wasn’t gonna pass up the chance to see this look on your face, and two - would a little publicity be so bad?”

“Who in their right mind is gonna choose a fuckin contractor from the goddamn ‘society pages’?” Joel bristles at his brother’s amusement with an unwavering scowl.

Tommy stares right back, but the playful nature of his expression is unmarred. “Most men won’t Joel - but their wives will.” Tommy’s salacious grin is damn near wider than Joel’s ever seen. Christ, he’s loving this.

“You gotta be kiddin’ me,” Joel says plainly, rolling his eyes.

“Come on brother, think about it - plenty of busy men in this city with bored housewives in need of a project. He tosses her a few thousand to redo the dining room - well who’s gonna do the job? She hasn’t got a clue where to begin and then BOOM! She sees the list of Austin’s Most Eligible Bachelors in the paper - where she finds a photo of the distinguished CEO and senior founder of Miller Construction—”

“Senior, seriously?,” Joel deadpans at him. Tommy ignores him, continuing to wax poetic.

“And can’t help but wonder if the rest of his staff is as dashing as he appears to be,”

“Flattery’s cheap Tommy.”

“Of course then she meets with me and the deal is sealed.” Tommy smiles smugly now that his story is complete.

“Boy can you paint a picture,” responds Joel, rolling his eyes at his brother’s antics. “So you wanna parade me around like a two-bit hooker, huh?

“Whaddya say — can I give ‘em a call?”

“If you’re so hell-bent on ‘marketing’ why don’t you do it?” Joel says flippantly.

“Well I’m not a bachelor anymore, am I?,” he grins brightly at him. This time, it’s sincere.

“Don’t break your arm pattin' yourself on the back, Tommy. Maria mighta said yes, but there ain’t a ring on your finger yet. She’s still got a few months to wise up,” Joel challenges, his tone playful.

Tommy glares at him, but then gives a sobered nod. “You’re right about that. I know I’m a lucky fucker, and I’m not interested in testing that luck - even for a charity auction. Sorry to the dogs, or the food bank or — is it old people?”

“Hell bent on it, and don’t even know what it’s for? Christ - it’s a Make-A-Wish thing Tommy, damn,” Joel replies, looking bewildered at his brother’s callous and cavalier response.

“And isn’t your attention and concern for the bigger picture just what they need in volunteers?” Tommy retorts, expression still smug but eyes hopeful. “What, ‘s it gonna kill you to go out for once? It’ll be a formality at worst and maybe even a good time if you loosen up a bit.”

“I can think of a number of other ‘worsts’ than a formality,” Joel muses

“You’re gentleman enough to handle it just fine,” Tommy continues.

It has been quite a while since Joel’s been out of his house for much other than work or routine, and even longer since he’s been out with anyone other than Tommy, Maria, and the guys from work here and there. He’ll admit, he hasn’t been dealing with an empty nest very well. He’s done a pretty terrible job of keeping busy since he dropped Sarah off at school back in the fall. She’d gotten in exactly where she’d hoped, and made friends fast - for this he was over the moon - but he misses her like crazy. He’s been swimming back and forth in swelling pride and stabbing grief since September, ecstatic and aching all at once. He knew Tommy’s intentions were relatively pure, business interest aside. He knows they’ve been worried about him for a couple of months now - they haven’t exactly been subtle — they’d started having him over for dinner damn near once a week.

This newfound hobby of Tommy’s, cooking like a grown-up, had become the ruse en vogue for getting Joel out of his house. As Maria’s caseload grew at the law firm, Tommy wanted to make sure she had a real meal to eat when she finally got home — so he started cooking. Joel had to admit it was real sweet, watching his brother dive headfirst into learning a new skill just to take care of his bride-to-be. He claimed it only made sense with his far more flexible schedule, but Joel knew it made Tommy proud to be able to do this for her, and the very fact he wanted to made Joel proud as well.

Once Sarah left for school, however, Tommy quickly discovered his brother’s less-than-satisfactory habits of microwave dinners or forgetting to eat in general. He was a fair chef in his own right once upon a time, but without his little girl there to feed, bothering to make a balanced meal fell by the wayside. Joanna, a kindly woman in her seventies, had been one of the first to notice the change in Joel’s demeanor and the drawn nature of his features. Not much younger than the boys’ mother would be today, Joanna worked at the front desk of Miller Construction, greeting clients with a maternal warmth that, Tommy had to admit, was in part strategic. Disarm a client while they wait with a smile and you’d be able to pry open their hearts and their pockets.

Joanna was not unaware of the role she played in this game, though she did not approve. She’d informed Tommy of her concern for Joel, and the regular dinner invitations followed suit. This, accompanied with Joanna’s tugging Joel along to a nearby diner for lunch a couple of times a week in November had practically pulled Joel through the fall slump and into the new year. The holiday visits home from Sarah had helped a great deal, as well.

Joel wasn’t blind to his friends and family’s kahoots to help him through this patch. Though he sometimes grudgingly obliged to Joanna’s pestering him out the door because she hadn’t “seen you eat a bite all day. Four cups of black coffee don’t count, and you know it. Up!,” or Tommy’s employing Maria to send a text herself inviting him to dinner after he’d tried and simply received the finger, he was grateful for their efforts and care. Sarah was too, but he didn’t need to know that. Those lunchtime diner visits soon turned into breakfasts — a preemptive measure on Joanna’s part to add some time out in public to Joel’s routine of home — office — work site — home. Eventually she’d pavolv-ed him into it, and Joel was at the diner for coffee, breakfast, and one of the only physical newspapers left in existence every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, at first following behind Joanna and eventually on his own.

Joanna had been with the Miller brothers since the business was far smaller, just a few years after its inception, when they started needing a receptionist/secretary/assistant, just someone who knew how to manage their slowly growing demand. She’d been a friend of their mother’s and had taken up some of the slack when she’d passed, grieving alongside her friend’s sons and looking after them in her wake. She’d been one of the only reasons Joel and Tommy had been able to build the tiny Miller Bros. into its current position as Miller Construction, multi-million-dollar contracting firm, and the largest in the Austin Metro area. Joel’s practical thinking and creativity combined with Tommy’s ambition and idealistic hopes of grandeur got them into successful meetings with investors that Joanna quietly set up via her husband’s business contacts. Their vision reminded her so much of their mother’s optimism she couldn’t help herself. She’d keep an eye on Sarah when Joel needed and ensured they were taken care of in the moments they would have needed their mother around.

As the boys’ surrogate mother figure and Sarah’s Aunt Jo, it came as no surprise that amid Joel’s season of empty-nested loneliness Joanna had begun encouraging him to “get back out there” and claimed that she “won’t be around forever” and “would like to see him settled before I go.” Classic maternal guilt-tripping, and Joel told her each time that he hears 70 is the new 50. She told him to try that again in a few years when he hits the real 50.

Truth of the matter was, Joel had been alone for a long time. He’d seen people on and off while Sarah was growing up, but it was a rare occasion, and no fling had ever lasted more than a couple of months. With Sarah at home, it never mattered much to Joel — he had someone to care for who was the best company he’d ever had right in front of him. She’d needed him a little less as she’d grown up, but he always had a purpose.

Joel was a natural-born caretaker — between brotherhood and fatherhood, he took to it like a tadpole to water. With Sarah away at school and his little brother engaged, however, he couldn’t figure out where to put all that love, and so it crackled into grief like a blackening candle wick, blooming into a flower of ash that nestled in his chest. The cloud of soot hovered around him for a while as he went through the motions of his everyday. Tommy, Maria, and Joanna all wanted to see him find his way again, as did Sarah when she received honest reports from her family members after some prodding. He always put on his biggest smile for her, never wanting her to worry, but she could see something hurting in his eyes, just below the surface.

While it may have been blatantly out of his comfort zone, Tommy and Joanna jumped at the opportunity to convince Joel when the Most Eligible Bachelors’ Auction came knocking. He needed something to disrupt his routine, with the added bonus of his coming out into the social scene like a plaid-clad debutante with a few extra crow’s feet.

After rolling the last few months’ events around in his mind for a couple of minutes while Tommy answers a phone call, Joel is broken from his reverie. Tommy’s standing in front of him again, waving a hand back and forth.

“Hey ground control - you with me?,” he asks before Joel’s eyes focus on him once again. “Can I give em a call?,” and this time Joel notices the concern in Tommy’s eyes as his joking facade flickers with hope. It’s more than just publicity, and he owes it to them to give it a shot.

Joel releases a measured sigh, relenting. “Can’t believe I’m saying this but sure, fuck it. Call ‘em back,” he says rolling his eyes, resigning himself to whatever nonsense his participation will entail. He reminds himself it’s for charity, and returns to his computer, refocusing on his work as Tommy darts out of his office to return to his own, reporting his success to Joanna along the way.

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You got lucky with this job at Henrietta’s, with its flexible hours and fairly livable wage, you had time to settle into your new place and get to know the city. You spend your off days wandering around, doing research on local schools and prepping your applications for summer school and the new year.

Never had you pictured yourself leaving students mid-year, and having to do it hurt like hell. You missed the kids you left behind every day, but when a friend caught wind of an acquaintance needing a subletter for a little studio within your price range, you didn’t have much of a choice. You needed to take up the lease starting in January, or you’d be starting over at square one. It had been a long time coming, this encroaching need to run and start over somewhere new. Staying in your hometown was no longer an option — work may have been a saving grace, but the other areas of your life were suffering. You knew healing couldn’t begin without separation. You needed to be far away from everything — it was the only way you could picture trying to feel whole again. Grad school had ended the previous year, so you fled.

With each mile you put between you and your family, you started to feel like your lungs could fully inflate once again. The oppressive air of scrutiny and memory that swam around you at home dropped off piece by piece with each passing mile marker. You’d put a few states between yourself and your parents once it was all said and done, and while it was scary, starting from scratch all over again, it was invigorating. You’d done it at eighteen when you left for college, you could damn well do it again with eight years’ more life experience under your belt.

You’d walked into the diner on your second day in the city. You had some money saved up from time living at home, but knew it would dwindle quickly with rent to pay and no salary coming in on the regular. You would need something to keep busy and pay for necessities until the end of the spring semester. When Diane, the manager caught sight of you, bright-eyed and looking like a deer in headlights, she welcomed you with a warmth you’d only read about in books. She interviewed you then and there and offered you a job on the spot, waiting tables on the breakfast and lunch shifts at least four days a week. She told you your “sweet smile and wide-eyed look will do wonders for you in tips, precious!” You think it’s probably just teacher face you can’t shake, and hope she’s right — maybe it could do you some favors until you get back in the classroom where you belong.

Diane’s rounded face was accentuated with wonderfully deep crow’s feet and smile lines that suggested a lifetime of sharing this warmth, and her dark hair streaked with gray around her hairline and temples rested atop her head in a frazzled bun. She made you comfortable out the gate, and had set you up with a uniform immediately. More aptly, she handed you a t-shirt and an apron to go over your leggings. You were thankful for the relaxed dress code, knowing plenty of other establishments required a much more specific ensemble. Once you’d changed she introduced you to your shift lead, Reggie, and the line-cook-on-duty, Tony, patting you comfortingly on the shoulder and insisting they welcome you, hoping to keep you around to solve their persistent staffing issue.

While Diane was quite a bit older than you, somewhere in her mid-fifties, Reggie and Tony were younger, floating between mid-thirties and early forties, if you had to guess. Reggie was a slim black man you’d put in his thirties, and he greeted you with a smile and an exclamation that he was more than ready to gossip ad nauseum with someone so much closer to his age. He’d been the one to fill you in on Diane’s immediate taking to you, letting you know with little ambiguity that you were just a few years younger than Diane’s daughter, who had moved out of the city about a year ago, and that you favored her to boot. Reggie had called this particular gossip session your orientation.

“Don’t get me wrong honey, Diane’s a sweetheart. But never have I seen her offer a position on the spot. I think having you here may do her some good,” he’d said, before turning to fill you in on Tony the line cook. “Yeah Tony’s hot, but he chain smokes like a chimney and doesn’t care at all when I ask him to keep his second hand smoke to himself on the days I have a performance!,” he shouted pointedly at Tony, who only looked up long enough to give Reggie the finger and wink at you. Tony was a muscular Italian guy in his forties with tattoos of a sort that didn’t quite match up with the gold chain and cross pendant hanging around his neck. When your eyes went wide at the wink, Reggie giggled a bit and leaned toward you. “Don’t worry, Tony’s a little sleazy but harmless. He’ll hit on anything in a skirt, but as soon as you tell him you aren’t interested he’ll back off and won’t bring it up again. He’s a good guy, but don’t tell him I said that.”

Over the course of your shift you discovered that Diane’s been at Henrietta’s for fifteen years, Reggie is a drag queen and lounge singer by the name of Wizz Tiria at a few different clubs around town, and Tony has a few other business ventures he mentions on and off (the details of which he keeps to himself), but never misses taking his Mom to church on Sundays. You share a good bit about yourself as well in exchange — what brought you to Austin, why now, and where you may go from here. It doesn’t take long for you to make yourself at home among this eclectic little bunch, and for the first time in a really, really long time, you’re content with the peaceful monotony of these early winter days.

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It’s a brisk February morning when you walk into the diner for your shift. You’ve spent the last month working in the cozy little greasy spoon, so you’re still getting to know the regulars, but you’ve caught on pretty quick. You’ve been working the Tuesday, Thursday, and weekend shifts, but when Diane loses another server, you’re eager to pick up the slack — extra pocket change and keep your mind busy. The company’s pretty good too. Thus, you find yourself walking into the diner at 7 AM on a Wednesday morning with a hoodie over your t-shirt and a scarf to ward off more of the wind cutting into your cheeks. You head to the staff room to remove your hoodie and don your apron and emerge, finding the diner a bit colder than it had been up to this point. You’d kept a light jacket or a cardigan on you previously, but today’s need for something heavier led you to selecting a favorite hoodie to throw over your work t-shirt — which you didn’t quite think through until you came into the dining room and felt a chil run up your spine. Diane catches sight of you before you can still yourself.

“Sweetie, what on earth fo you think you’re doing?,” she asks like you’ve done something obviously egregious.

“Huh? What is it?,” you ask innocently, but you know the answer. She can probably see the goosebumps you feel rising on your arms.

“You need somethin’ on under that, you’re gonna freeze in here today!,” she chastises.

“Yeah, I brought my hoodie, but forgot I’d be taking it off. It’s not so bad in here, I’ll be alright,’ you tell her reassuringly.

“Absolutely not. Wait, hold on a second - REGGIE! We got any more o’ those long sleeve souvenir shirts in the case?!” she hollers after him.

“Hold awn!,” he hollers back, Southern twang taking center stage when he yells, just like the rest of them. After a few seconds he emerges with a few in hand. “Got a few left. Ugly as hell, probably why they’re still here. Watcha need ‘em for?”

“Sweetie, go on and change into that before the rush starts. Not the staff shirt, but the branding’ll be fine in case Jason drops by,” she says, rolling her eyes. She pats you on the shoulder, nudging you toward Reggie to take one of the shirts. They’re bright green with a gaudy design on them that makes you laugh when he hands it to you. Jason’s the owner of Henrietta’s, and so you’ve heard, the bane of Diane’s existence. You’ve only heard tale of this rotten Jason thus far, never quite laying eyes on the mythical beast. You really hope today in this goofy shirt isn’t the day you do.

You return to the dining room a few minutes later clad in the neon green monstrosity, tugging at it in a futile effort to make it look better. “Happy now, Diane?!,” you holler as you enter, only to find her standing directly in front of you at the hostess stand, face to face with a man you’d never seen in here before — who you almost run right into, not looking where you’re going. He’s tall and broad with dark brown curls laced with grey streaks, and gray patches in the short beard that frames his jaw. He catches you when you nearly bump right into him, and you look up to meet the deepest brown eyes you’ve ever encountered. Your cheeks go red when you realize what you’ve done.

“Whoa there,” he says, smiling down at you as you stutter out an apology. “It’s alright, no harm done,” he responds, voice gentle but deep. It’s true, he didn’t even budge when he caught you, and you’re fairly certain if you’d fallen, the outcome would’ve been the same.

“Sorry about that Joel. C’mon, your table’s ready,” she says, patting Joel’s arm and leading him forward, not before turning back to you and saying, “Certainly am. Now go grab some coffee for Table 7 for me, will ya sweetie?” with a smile. You’d just run almost smack into a customer, and she wasn’t upset with you or anything. You shouldn’t be surprised, that’s just Diane, but you’re used to much larger reactions to small mistakes. You just nodded and breathed a sigh of relief, but your eyes are drawn once again to the man she’s leading away. He’s looking back at you with a smile that sends a shiver down your spine, one you’re certain has nothing to do with the chill in the air this time. He’s wearing a plaid button-down and a utility jacket, with cheeks and a nose tinged pink from the cold. You tear your eyes away anxiously and head for the coffee pot.

You’ve got your hand around the decaf pot, pouring another cup for the regular at the bar counter, when your eyes find Table 7, your next destination. You see the man, Joel, Diane had called him, with his back to you, facing out the window, newspaper in hand. You steel yourself once again, switch coffee pots, and head for his table.

You approach from the side, hoping not to spook him as he’s engrossed in the paper he has in hand. Christ, when was the last time you saw a physical newspaper? It’s kinda cute, you think, seeing someone reading one on a cold morning with a cup of coffee. So picturesque. Especially someone as handsome as he is, and you find yourself staring at his broad shoulders and dark curls again before he looks up from his reading.

“Hey,” you start, a little shaky, “sorry again, about before. Don’t know what I was doing, not looking where I was going,” you smile a little, shaking your head at your mishap.

“Really, it’s fine. You seemed, uh, preoccupied,” he says, looking down at the offending design on the tshirt you’re wearing, before looking back up at you. “It’s certainly a change from the regular uniform, huh?” he says, smiling at you. The way his eyes crinkle as he does plants a warmth in your chest you aren’t expecting. It’s been so long since you felt it, it’s almost unfamiliar. Your cheeks warm as you smile back at him, hoping it comes off as embarrassment from your wardrobe rather than bashful attraction. You’re about to tell him it’s certainly not a permanent solution, when he speaks again. “So, Sweetie, huh? Haven’t seen you around before — that what they call you in here?” he questions, smirk playing at his lips.

You laugh in response and introduce yourself, and tell him this isn’t your normal shift, but you’ll probably be around for it moving forward. You take his breakfast order, and tell him you’ll let him get back to his paper.

You don’t converse much more when you bring Joel his breakfast, just quiet thanks when you refill his coffee cup. He looks so peaceful, you almost hate to interrupt each time. You ask Reggie about him when you both have a minute behind the counter.

“Yep, that’s Joel. Gorgeous, isn’t he? Started coming in a few months back with an older lady, then more regularly by himself. She’s with him once in a while, kinda seems like a mom vibe, but she doesn’t look like him. Anyway, I think he works construction or something, always coming in with those boots on looking like a lumberjack,” Reggie says flippantly. “Heard from the older lady one day when he was in the bathroom — his daughter went to college back in the fall, they’ve been trying to get him out ever since,” he said, looking sympathetic at the thought.

You feel your heart do a little squeeze at this newfound tidbit. A fresh empty nester. You know how hard it’s been for Diane, so much she’s taken to parenting the staff in her daughter’s stead. Staring at Joel’s back as his head is bowed reading the paper, you begin wondering more and more about him. His daughter’s probably around eighteen, so how old is he? You’d guess he isn’t married, and you didn’t see a ring. Who is he? Why does he come here to read his paper each day? And most importantly — how soon can you find out the answers to these questions? You don’t want to ambush him at all and scare him off, but you’re drawn to him, and so very curious.

Meanwhile, Joel is stealing glances at your reflection in the diner window in front of him, watching you laugh with Reggie and the customers at the bar, smiling sweetly when someone makes a request of you. He needs to get out of there before he starts feeling creepy, he thinks. He rises and walks to the counter to settle his bill with Reggie at the cash register, glancing at you when he does so, futilely trying to balance showing interest and being weird. He leaves a nice tip in the jar for all of you to share, but just before he turns to go, he looks back at you, locking eyes.

“Oh uh, Sweetie?,” he says, smirk on his face. He looks almost bashful when he speaks next, like he’s working up the courage. “Glad you’re picking up. Look forward to seein’ you again,” he smiles. The look on his face when he says it is so sincere, you could melt on the spot. He was nervous about his joke, you could tell, but recovered when you laughed in reply.

“Looking forward to it too, Joel. Enjoy your day,” you say, smiling wide in return. He gives a little wave to everyone before grinnig down at his shoes and walking out of the diner into the crisp February air. Your eyes follow him out to the pick-up he hops into, before looking back over to Reggie and Tony, staring at you devilishly.

“And I’m looking forward to seeing this story unravel,” says Reggie, looking over at Tony and grinning, like something juicy has just unfolded before their eyes. The two are laughing while you smile and wave them off, wiping down the counter. Diane emerges from the office at the sound of their hearty laughter, reading glasses slipping down her nose, notepad in hand, and stares back at the three of you.

“What’d I miss?!,” she asks. You’re smiling too much to respond with anything genuine, so you return to your wiping, and let Reggie take the lead.

[kattyfics]

Hidden Injury

summary: During your journey as the victor of the 68th Hunger games, you grew close to the darling Finnick Odair, with some unfamiliar feelings starting to bloom. What will happen to you two as you are thrust into the hell hole you thought you escaped from.

wc: 1k

warnings: blood, angst, gore?

“Let the 75th annual Hunger Games Commence”

The cannon blew and you immediately dove into the water. You never were the best swimmer, but you were good enough to get to dry land and reside there until your allies arrived. It was a smart move to avoid the blood bath, the only downside is you don’t have a weapon to defend yourself. Instead, you have to trust Finnick to get what you need.

A million thoughts race through your head. You decide to climb a dense tree close to shore so you can scan the area safely. What feels like hours pass till you can spot people coming back to the beach. While waiting, you counted 7 cannons, not bad, but you can’t help but worry that one of them was Finnick.

A few minutes later you spot Johanna approaching shore with Wiress and Beetee. You quietly hop down from your tree and slowly make your way towards them so as not to scare them. Johanna quickly spots you and runs toward me.

“Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” She exclaims as the married couple approaches.

“I was hiding in that tree. I left the bloodbath before I could get caught up, or get any weapons.” You sigh defeatedly, knowing now that you probably should have tried to get something from the cornucopia.

“It’s alright, I got a couple throwing knives here.” Joanna says as she hands a few over. “We should get going though, being out in the open like this can lead the career pack right to us. Nuts and Bolts are terrified of them.” She whispers the last part.

You guys make quick work heading into the forest, trying to sketch a layout of it along the way. Your main goal was to find the rest of your group. It was hard in the dense trees, but with the few weapons and physical capabilities we had, it was better this way.

It had been a few hours now with Johanna leading the four of you through the jungle. You were all dehydrated, after coming to the conclusion that the body of water in the center of the arena was salt, you were out of ideas. You suddenly feel a few drops of wetness in your hair. Apparently everyone else did too, as Johanna cheered at the thought of water and opened her mouth.

You look up and just as you were about to open your mouth for a taste, the color red flooded your vision. Blood rain.

You try to get the thick liquid out of your eyes. Wiping your face and failing, instead spreading the blood everywhere. Somewhere amongst the chaos, Johanna yells something and you all start running.

Still struggling from the persistent rain, you couldn’t see when a fallen tree branch appeared in your path. You sliced your leg open, stumbling a little and falling over as you do. You don’t register the pain, your adrenaline too high to think straight.

Johanna runs back and pulls you up to continue running.

After what feels like forever, you finally make it back to the beach. Able to wipe the blood out of your eyes, you notice a group a couple of feet away from you. It seems they’ve spotted you too, as they’re running towards you with worried expressions.

You don’t notice who the group is until Finnick is holding your face in his hands and checking for injuries.

“I’m ok Finn, I promise.” You say as you take his hands in your own.

His face seems to calm at that. “Let’s help you into the water, ok?” He takes your hand and starts to lead the way to the water.

A few steps in and you feel a burning sensation in your leg. A few more and you’re limping heavily. It’s not soon after you fall over, lightheaded and dizzy.

“Sweetheart, oh my god, are you ok?” Finnick panics and starts checking the rest of your body for injuries.

Your hearing fades in and out as everything becomes blurry. Finnick becomes quiet permanently as you black out.

——

There’s too much blood, they can’t figure out which is your and where it’s coming from.

Finnick picks you up in his arms and carries you into the water. He cleans off your arms and torso, looking for any wounds on the way. Then he reaches your legs. A long cut a few inches deep runs vertically across the calf of your right leg, leading to your lower thigh.

“I need medical supplies right now!” Finnick yells, “Bandages, alcohol, gauze whatever!”

You were gonna need stitches for sure. Finnick runs back to shore and Peeta meets him halfway, holding some bandages.

“Is this all?” Finnick observes the scarce supplies.

“I’m afraid so.” Peeta looks guilty, “Is she gonna need stitches.”

“Yeah…”

You were friendly with Peeta the few weeks you knew him. You grew close during training and were the first person he wanted to ally with. Growing as a mother figure to him, you meant a lot.

You start to stir in Finnick’s arms as he makes sure to set you on the blanket Katniss laid out.

“Hey honey, how are you feeling?” He speaks with a gentle voice, carefully ripping open your pants for easier access.

“It hurts..” You whimper. Johanna brings over the canteen Peeta had given her for water to disinfect your wound.

“I know, it’s ok it’ll be over in a minute.” Finnick first rinses his hands off, then pours the water over your wound, going in with the cleanest cloth he could find to rub the dirt and grime off.

You hiss in pain as your eyes tear up, clenching your jaw and digging your nails into the ground.

“The worst is over, time for bandages.” Finnick starts to slowly wrap the bandages around your leg, being careful not to directly touch it. “You’re gonna need stitches, but this is the best we can do until a sponsor sends something.”

Throughout this whole process Finnick has been so gentle and caring. Making sure not to cause as much pain as he has to.

“I love you.” You whisper teary eyed as he continues the bandages. He looks up into your eyes, still going.

“I love you too.”

𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹

[scallioncreamcheesebagel]

Cup of Joanna

Writing tag | AO3 mirror

Fandom: Original Work

Type: One Shot

Summary: After living through centuries of conflict between vampires and humans, Tseren finds herself lost in an era of peace. At a 'coffeehouse' for vampires, a human barista teaches her that food can be more than just survival.

Words: 828

Pairing: F/F, Original Female Character/Original Female Character

Tags: Vampires, Fluff, "Coffee Shop", Blood Drinking, Crush at First Sight

Written for the Yuri Shipping Olympics (@yuriolympics ), an initiative to increase the amount of F/F works.

Bonus Round 1 prompt: "Coffee shop AU + Vampires"

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Tseren startled as a little bell above her head tolled in high, tinkling notes. The human woman behind the counter, elderly for their kind, stifled a laugh: “First time?”

“Indeed.” She smoothed out her shirt. “I’ve been told one can obtain fresh blood here.”

The words still felt dangerous in her mouth, no matter how many times she spoke of it. Looking around, the rest of the lobby seemed to be deserted, only cementing her paranoia. Where were these supposed other vampires? Where were the humans, for that matter? The woman at the front seemed devoid of any sign of a bite, and frankly looked as though she may faint were someone to take more than a drop.

She took a step back, the bell in the door sounding again as she did. “If I’m mistaken, I can leave.”

“No, do stay,” the human encouraged, stepping out. “Welcome, we’re glad to have you. Here, I’ll show you to one of our baristas.”

Against her better judgment, Tseren listened. She could easily take the human in a fight if it came down to it, even in her peckish state. “Very well.”

“Follow me.”

The human led her through a many-doored hall, stopping at one of the rooms. Joanna 𖹭, the sign on the door read, bright red marker on a small white slab.

“Joanna’ll take care of you. Take your time, come see me at the front when you’re done.” The human patted her on the shoulder, knocked on the door, and hobbled back to the entrance.

Tseren opened the door.

The room was dimly-lit, a human girl–a woman, really, though all humans yet to live even half a century seemed impossibly young to her–lounging on a velvet couch. She wore a low-cut, wide-necked shirt, showing off several small bandages and healing bites of days past, more surely hidden under her flowing hair. She smiled as soon as she laid eyes on Tseren.

“Hi! Omigosh, a new face! I love new faces. I’m Joanna, what’s your name? Here, come sit.” The girl leaned forward, patting the spot next to her.

Tseren was not new, not to the world. She had lived through the time when vampires would hunt humans down and drain them completely dry, going weeks between large meals. She had lived through the time when vampires would lure their prey, have their food do the work of coming to them. She had lived through the time when vampires offered their services to the squabbles of humans, taking their payment in the blood of their enemies. Most recently, she had even lived through the several decades when one became able to purchase prepackaged cans of human blood at the store, whatever their kind deemed unfit for transfusion among their injured.

And yet, somehow, she felt her dead heart slowly pound in her chest, nerves creeping down her spine.

Had she ever fed directly from a willing human before? Surely, it had to have happened at some point, but nothing came to mind. Maybe she hadn’t. Hell, she probably hadn’t fed directly from a human at all since before Joanna had been born.

“Tseren,” she answered, blunt as the human girl’s teeth, sitting as instructed.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Ms. Tseren.” It became immediately apparent that she had made a mistake in her hand placement, as the one she’d let rest on the couch was immediately enveloped by Joanna’s. This close, her scent was intoxicating. No wonder she’d been hired in a place like this.

She looked to the side, studying the swirling floral pattern of the wallpaper. “Likewise.”

Joanna reached her free hand to touch Tseren’s jaw, tipping her head so their eyes met. “You don’t need to be nervous, this is what I’m here for. Just try to relax and enjoy your meal, okay?”

Any would-be words caught in her throat, leaving a jerky nod as her only reply.

With a giggle, Joanna swept her hair to her far shoulder, revealing more supple skin. “Go ahead. I’m all yours.”

“Okay. Um, thank you,” Tseren stumbled, chest tight. She gazed over the offered neck, picking out a smooth spot.

When she leaned in to bite, there was no scream of terror, no struggling to get away. Her fangs dug into her, finding the vein and staying there as she gulp down mouthful after mouthful of warm, savory blood, salty and delicious.

Joanna hummed in approval, melting into her. It was a strange response, for a human, but not one to go unappreciated. Even after Tseren pulled away, the smile didn’t leave the girl’s face.

“Feeling better?” she asked, taking a bandage from her pocket and plastering it over the new wound.

“Yes.” The ache in her stomach was gone. “This was… interesting.”

Joanna laughed. “Good. I like interesting. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” It wasn’t a question. It didn’t need to be. “You can check out at the front desk. Have a wonderful rest of your night!”

[toppersjeep]

Just Friends ( Chapter 1)

All matches/ promos will be written in bold and titled when they happen - AN

Joanna’s POV

~Present Day~

If I’m going to tell this story right I need to start from the beginning. Not the very beginning because I don’t wanna bore myself with it all. But if we are going to get to where I am now. Let’s go back to the beginning. It all started at NXT. The start of an idea that became something huge. The shield. So let me tell you how it all went down.

~Many years ago~

“Come on J just come to the meeting and if you hate it that’s fine” Colby said. “Okay but who would be in this tag team” I said. “Me , you, Joe and Jon” Colby said. “You said you wanted to do something different J and take risks” Colby said.

“Please just take this meeting with us” Colby said. “Alright if I hate it I can walk away” I asked. “You can yeah” Colby said. “Alright I’ll do it” I said.

We went into the meeting. And I sat and listened I genuinely loved the idea. But I told them a million times. I wasn’t going to be just a show girl or someone who brought them to the ring. I wanted to be someone that wrestled. Got her hands dirty not like a normal WWE Diva.

At first they said no. But Colby and the guys stood up for me. It was mainly Colby who got them to officially agree. And just like that the shield was born. We dominated NXT. And now we were on our way to the main roster.

I took a deep breath. As we were about to go out in front of a huge crowd. Nobody knew who we were. Unless you watched NXT.

“You got it” Colby said. I smiled. “Yeah I know just trying to not psych myself out” I said. “Head up you got this” he said I smiled. He then kissed my forehead. Jon and Joe looked over. “What” Colby said. “Nothing let’s go” Jon said.

~~~~~

And so we debuted. Months went by and things were picking up quickly. Colby and Joe had won the tag team titles. Jon the United States title. Now it was my turn. To win the divas.

(Match below)

Our theme hit they all gave me a fist bump. I walked down the stairs. It was nerve racking. I had to fight AJ Lee for the title. I jumped over the barrier. I stood there looking at her.

“Stop the music” AJ said on the microphone. The theme stopped. “I’m not fighting this nobody who just walks around she’s barely wrested” AJ said. “At this point she’s just another accessory to those guys” she said the crowd cheered.

“Hell I bet your even sleeping with one” AJ said getting in my face. “What can’t speak” she said. I then slapped her. She laughed. “Ah I see” AJ said. “Will you shut up so we can start this match and j can beat the hell out of you” I said dropping the microphone.

“Whoa that’s the first time we’ve ever heard JJ speak” Micheal Cole said. “Got some fire” JBL said.

The bell rang. She tried to take me down and did. I then got up and pushed her into the corner of the ring. I hit her.

“You wanna go let’s go” I said. I threw her out of the ring. And into the barriers. The crowd chanted “the shield”

A while later. She tried to get me in the black widow submission. But I fought my way out and slammed her back on the mat. I then jumped off the top rope doing a moonsault onto her. I decided to put her in my submission. A but like the yes lock mixed with the black widow.

“No way is she gonna tap” JBL said. “Holy shit” the crowd chanted. AJ finally tapped. The bell ring and I let her go. “AND THE NEW WWE DIVAS CHAMPION REPRESENTING THE SHIELD JJ” the announcer yelled.

The ref handed me the title. I held it up crying. I then was met by my teammates. They held me up in there shoulders as I held the belt up. “Team of champions” Micheal Cole said. “Indeed” JBL said. We then walked back up the ramp. Seth hugged me tightly. I smiled.

~~~

“That was great” I said as we were now backstage. “Yeah you killed that moonsault” Colby said. “Yeah I’ll never do that but good job” Jon said. “Good job kid” Joe said.

“Thanks guys” I said. There it was that look from Colby. We were both in relationships obviously. But I think if you were on the outside looking in. You’d think there was something else.

Something about the way those big brown eyes looked back at me. But then again he was my best friend. From day one. And never anything else.

“I’m gonna go call my boyfriend so” I said. “Right yeah go do that” Colby said. Can’t forget my boyfriend who was also a WWE superstar. Well NXT but still. I had to call him. We’d been distant now that I’m on the main roster and he’s not.

(Matt~ Tyler Breeze ~Joanna’s partner)

____

As months passed the tag team grew more popular and so did we. Our lives were practically online now. And it was wild.

Tonight was the night of the slammy awards. We already won some for best tag team, and best diva for me. Now it was our turn to announce one. The boys were dressed in suits. Me I wore a black sparkly dress.

“She cleans up nice hahah” Jon said. “Looking good kid” Joe said. Colby turned around. He was just mesmerized. “Colby” Jon said. “You look so .. wow just” Colby said. I blushed. “Beautiful” he said.

___

We then went out to do the award. The crowd cheered.

“I know I know we look good” Dean said. The crowd chanted “JJ”. “Alright none of you are getting her believe me” Roman said. “She’s incredibly gorgeous though you guys are right” Seth said. “Why thank you Seth you clean up nice too” I said. “Wanna give the people a spin” Seth said. “Sure” I said. He held my hand and spun me around. “Alright don’t get the people going” Dean said.

___

As the years went by. Things pretty much stayed the same. Minus Colby getting dumped practically then a new girl. Then dumped again.And of course the lovely online rumors about me and him. All because I broke up with my boyfriend. And now we were going to get ready for the biggest one yet.

The end of the shield. By now everything was set in stone. Colby and I would end the shield. By me going with him. We played into the whole love storyline. That everyone thought we had anyways. Because of all the flirting. In and outside of the ring.

“I don’t know if I can do this” I said. “We got it” Colby said. Cupping my cheek. “No kissing” Jon said. “For real” Joe said. But I wanted to so badly. But not for those cameras.

~~~~

After everything. We walked in the back together not saying anything. I mean we had just kissed and destroyed the shield on television. But that kiss didn’t feel like acting. It felt real.

“.. I good job” Colby said. “Mmmh we definitely sold that story” I said nervously. “Yeah” he said. “So.. now I guess I’ll be traveling alone” I said. “Ah no I don’t want that travel with me” Colby said. “You’d let me” I said. “You aren’t traveling alone I care about you too much” Colby said.

“Oh” I said. “Don’t read into it and don’t be late like you usually are” Colby said kissing my cheek. I smiled. He then walked away. “Soooo” Nattie said as she walked up to me.

“I .. just wanna kiss his face off” I said. “You know that tension has always been there with you both” she said. “But that kiss was just TV” I said. “And he held it for longer than timed” Nattie said. “What do I do” I said. “Go make out with him or something girl” Trinity said.

Later ..

The drive to the next city was long. And quiet. Just us talking mainly.

“You are so quiet” Colby said. “A lot on my mind” I said. “Hmmm yeah” Colby said. “Been on any dates recently” I said jokingly. “No.. you” Colby said. “Eh and why not Colbs you can have any woman you wanted” I said. “Well.. I.. only want this one so” Colby said. “Oh I see” I said.

“But do you” Colby said parking the car. At the hotel parking lot. “Do I what” I said. “Do you see it too” he said looking into my eyes. “What” I said he cupped my cheek. “Because the woman I want is.. right here” he said. “God I’m so crazy about her” Colby said I kissed him.

He immediately kissed me back.

“.. I.. hmm” I said laughing. “Can’t speak either huh” Colby said. “No.. but I want you too” I said. “Yeah I was hoping so” Colby said. I chuckled. “Let’s go I’m tired” I said.

We went up to our hotel room.

“I’ll sleep on the couch I guess” I said. “You aren’t doing that” Colby said. “Colbs it’s fine I will” I said setting my stuff on it. He then picked me up. “Put me down” I said. He gently tossed me on the bed. “You’re sleeping in this bed” Colby said. “Yes sir jeez” I said he laughed. “God look at you” he said softly. “Lord you can cut the tension with a knife” I said.

“Maybe we should” Colby said. “I.. I” I said. “Sorry we don’t have to do anything Jo I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable” he said moving away from me. “No you didn’t” I said.

We eventually just laid beside each other trying to fall asleep. But my heart was racing. Thinking about him. But why after all these years. I turned to face him. He was already looking at me.

“I can’t sleep either you know..

He began to say but I kissed him. “Shut up” I said kissing him he pulled me close. “I can think of ways to help us both sleep”’he said I laughed. “Mmmh I’m in” I said.

~~~~

What did you think I’d tell you everything?? Well I guess I will. But believe me you know what went down that night. And that lead to us well. You’ll just see.

[hatsbuckets]

Here she is... my little oc. This all came to me in bits throughout the day, so some stuff might change later, but for now... my american pie...

Joanna Rae “Jo” Harper

Affiliation: U.S. Armed Forces (SOCOM) | JSOC support

Role: Recon | Espionage

Active Timeline: Modern Warfare (2019–2022+)

Age: Late 20s/Early 30s *shrugs*

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: Bi

Height: 5'8" (173cm)

Eyes: Ocean blue

Hair: Curly (2c-3b) dark brown, usually braided or bunned up

Languages: English, Spanish, Arabic. (She's trying to learn Russian, but claims her brain is just too full.)

Distinguishing Features: Scar on her right knee and missing right pinky toe from a childhood pool accident. (Yes, she’ll tell you the story.) A blue cornflower spine tattoo.

Pinterest Board (all pics used are pinned here)

Background:

Joanna Harper grew up in the same town as Phillip Graves. He was her best friend, a year older, the kind of kid who never backed down and never let her fall behind. Where he got the “men don’t cry” lessons, she got the “that’s not ladylike” and “stay humble and kind” combo. They were thick as thieves. She followed him into the military because she believed in what they could do together.

She ended up enlisting in the Army, with some deployments over seas. Eventually going on to Rangers (this is where her and Grave's paths really start to split). By 2018, she's full on working JSOC/CIA ops and training (met Kate briefly during this time).

She specializes in recon, espionage, and close quarters combat, but what sets her apart is her ability to read people. Whether it’s smoothing things over with local civilians or sniffing out tension in a room, Joanna carries her humanity with her like armor. She’s not perfect by any means, hates going up against bigger opponents (so, most encounters nowadays), gets her ass kicked if she's alone and outnumbered, will use the tools available to her but will lovingly complain that it's not right for her hands, and would rather flirt and smile her way out of tension.

She’s the loud one, the one cracking jokes, the one handing out Jolly Ranchers (to civies and operators) on tense missions and sitting with frightened kids while the boys secure the perimeter. She's a lover, and a fighter, and has the conviction of a lone deranged priest to be joyful and a light in the darkness where she can. She gets underestimated, she doesn't mind one bit.

Key Connections:

Alex Keller: Long-time field partner. She deployed with him in Urzikstan in 2019 and worked some solo missions to help secure key intel alongside Farah, Price, and Gaz.

Phillip Graves: Childhood best friend. She admired him once. Now she doesn't say much.

Laswell/Price: Officially brought Joanna in post-Las Almas, knowing she had the skillset—and the personal stake—to help.

141: She's worked with Price before, it’s how he, Alex, and her all know each other. Knows Gaz well. Met Soap once, years ago, and would fight him for the last donut. She teases the hell out of Ghost and matches his dry, dark humor with laughs and sunshine.

She has a brother, mom, dad, and an aunt but idk about them yet

Loadout:

Suppressed MCX/Honey Badger-style rifle

Customized Glock 19

Inner thigh push dagger (she will get to your ass)

Signal jammer, flashbangs, and a pouch full of candy, medical tape, and stubborn optimism

Fun Facts:

Favorite dessert: Tres leches with strawberries.

Favorite Flower: Cornflower

Favorite of her features: Her nose and her hair.

eepy baby.

SHE LOVES KITTENS

Loves plants, but she cannot keep the poor things alive (except for a singular snake plant she calls “bitch” (affectionate).)

Wore Ray Band aviators once and refuses to wear other sunglasses.

Did ballet until high school-ish. And played baseball with Phil growing up.

Refuses to give up on the world. No matter what it throws at her.

Songs I associate with her: Sunlight by Hozier and Joyful by X Ambassadors

Plot arcs ig: 

Having to deal with the whole Graves fallout.

Romantic tension with Alex… and Farah… for a while. Idk

After hearing about Las Almas she insists on helping the 141 deal with the situation. (a little guilty about knowing where Graves’ loyalties lie and not helping sooner.)

Eventual thing for Price but idk.

More pics I think are her:

Her hair:

Kittens (something that happened at basic):

What I think her eyes and tattoo look like:

Moody:

How I think the 141 sees her:

[drabbles-by-branwen]

"I am going to kill him," Jim growled, slamming the door behind him.

"Who are you going to kill, Jim?" Spock asked, trying unsuccessfully to not get annoyed by the rough treatment of his door.

"Bones," again the word was growled, which sent a shiver down Spock's spine.

"Why would you kill parts of a skeletal system?"

"No, no, no. Bones is my roommate. He's a doctor, old sawbones, aka Bones. His real name is Leonard McCoy, just so you know what name will be on his tombstone."

Spock, definitely did not, sighed, "What has your roommate done that requires you to kill him?"

"He fucked my sister. He had sex with my sister, in our dorm, on the gods-damned kitchen table we eat breakfast at. He was screwing my sister, on my table, in my dorm room, when I got home from the library."

"You have a sister?"

Jim threw his hands up in frustration, "That's what you took from what I said? That I have a sister? I don't even know why I tried."

"Are you less homicidal towards your roommate than when you walked in the door?"

Jim stopped his pacing, realizing that Spock's seemingly ill placed question had deflected his anger. He looked over at his boyfriend and sighed, "Yeah, don't want to kill him anymore, still wanna kick his ass. Seriously, our kitchen table. They could have used his bedroom."

"I shall assist you with that. You are correct, they were very... unsanitary to do so." Spock gave Jim that little smile that only Jim got to see, "Of course you and I really have no place to talk..."

"It's different. I bought that table, I made sure that Bones wasn't going to be home, and we sanitized the entire kitchen when we were done," he trailed off, a pout on his lips that distracted Spock.

"It's just... I haven't seen Sammy since I was 11, and we just reconnected a week ago. And she was coming over for dinner tonight, that's why I told you I couldn't go to that concert with you tonight. I spent an hour extra at the library to make sure I wouldn't have any assignments to work on this weekend."

Jim started pacing again, "Seriously, I wasn't even that late. And Bones... I can't believe he'd do that. He's like my brother, so him having sex with her just makes me uncomfortable."

"Is she older or younger than you?"

"Older. She's your age. She took off when she was 14... I don't blame her, Frank was perving on her, we found at least a dozen hidden cameras in her bedroom and bathroom. He... ignored me more than anything else, only raised his voice to me, well except that one time he gave me a whooping, but I'd crashed the car, so I think I earned that one."

"Frank?"

"He was our stepfather. After Sammy ran away and I got sent to Tarsus, well Mom might not be mother of the year, but when she found out what happened she dropped him. I haven't seen any sign of him since the divorce." He looks at Spock, "Can we change the subject. Don't really like talking about those days."

Spock nodded, pulling Jim down to cuddle next to him on the couch. He held Jim close, letting his beloved calm himself down, and was content to do so until they were distracted by Jim's comm going off.

"Where the hell are you?" they heard before Jim had a chance to say hello.

"Fuck you, too, Bones," Jim growled, once more sending a pleasant chill down Spock's spine.

"What's got your panties in a bunch?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe walking in on the closet thing I have to a brother screwing my sister pissed me off."

"We're sorry, Jimothy," a new voice said softly with a twinge of embarrassment.

"Don't call me that, Georgina."

"Truce, Jim. We are sorry. It's just... We dated during med school, but broke up because I went to the Academy," Jim's sister said quietly.

"I was gonna follow her but... Jocelyn and I hooked up at a party, she got pregnant, so we got married. I know that it was stupid, but... I was trying to do the honorable thing. Joanna is the only good thing that came out of the whole situation."

"And then you and I reconnected, and I was so excited to see you and get to know the amazing man you grew up to be, so I showed up early today and well... It was like no time had passed, Jim. I still love him."

All the anger and frustration seemed to drain from Jim, and he nodded slowly, even though they couldn't see him do so. "You're buying me a new kitchen table."

"Oh hell no, Kiddo, we sanitized it. And you really have the nerve to say that when I know damn well you've done the same damn thing with your hobgoblin, who I still have yet to meet."

"Grab your skinny little backside and your Vulcan boyfriend and get your ass home, Jim," Sammy said in her own Kirk growl.

[bellamyblakru]

WIP WORD GAME

RULES: You will be given a word. Then you will share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word.

i was given the word "DAINTY" by @joanna-lannister thank you so much for tagging me marie🥺i alway love seeing your work!!! talented queen💖

D: Did I look dumb? I looked down at myself, confused, the dress laying sadly in my arms. Shrugging it off, I figured looking dumb wasn't the worst insult I've received.

A: Amanda stared at me with much too wide eyes, almost like she still couldn’t believe my answers. A hand reached out to my forehead, her brows now scrunched in thought.

I: I’m real, I’m alive. I say it until my throat is burning, until my body refuses to let me speak anymore. I think it as they put another round of something into my system, as they cover my mouth to stop me from screaming it.

N: “No need,” he reassured. “I think they mostly wanted me for my blood—only shot me up a few times afterwards. It’s been a few weeks since they’ve been in here.” I remembered a brief moment where he told me what they were hitting me with, but I couldn’t remember what he had said. Would it be rude to ask again?

T: The scars on my body trembled just by his proximity. My wrists, my back, my face—each part of me vibrated with a hatred so deep it could destroy the world. This rage has been simmering under my skin, a dragon violently thrumming its fire throughout my bloodstream without reprieve. It threatened to burn me from the inside out.

Y: “You let me live despite knowing my occupation. You let me live believing the best of me, that I could become better, be better than I was.” Yikes. Should I tell her she had the wrong person now or after she finished? One simple decision to let her go led to this? What type of sick hell was I living?

tagging some beautiful humans: @fluffypotatey @sourdough-morbread @aquarimint @kays-paper-and-pen @lightasthesun @amaranth @feuxx @fancypantsshitstain @dollopheadsandclotpoles 💖

Consider yourself tagged if you want to do it. Should you accept, your word is: "WOMEN"

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Plush: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst, feeling broken and utterly helpless to the point of depression

Summary: A case about a killer bunny brings you to Stillwater, Minnesota where Donna is expecting your help. Halloween is right around the corner, and you're doing everything you can to keep yourself from falling apart. It helps seeing your family safe knowing nothing is out to get them.

Season Eleven Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

x

The backyard is a mess. What the hell did Dean do? Now that you're back in touch with your magic, you are confident that you'll be able to fix whatever Dean destroyed. The basketball net is torn to shreds and the stand is lying on the concrete, Sam's garden looks like a car ran right through it, the wooden gazebo is in pieces on the ground with some of the bigger pieces inside the pool, and Maryann's plastic playset is bent out of shape and in pieces. It's a miracle that Joanna's treehouse and Dean's grill area are untouched.

Do you have what it takes to not only fix what he broke but to upgrade everything? Maryann is three, so she needs a better playset. Joanna is almost six, so she needs a bigger treehouse. Noah is nearly thirteen, so he'll need something other than a basketball court to keep him and his friends entertained.

Is that something you want? Noah and his friends over. This place holds so many secrets that would be dangerous for other kids to learn about. You don't want to ever keep your children away from having friends and hanging out with them but can you have them here? A door opens behind you and Dean walks into the destroyed backyard.

"There you are."

"Magic didn't treat you well, huh?"

"I tried my best," Dean chuckles.

"I know. How was that, by the way? To have magic?"

"Weird. I respect you and the things you can do but I didn't like it one bit."

You chuckle and rub your hands together, suddenly nervous at the thought of using so much magic to fix this. You might be back in the game but it still terrifies you that your magic has the ability to hurt others.

"You don't have to do this, you know."

"Yeah, I do. This is for our kids."

Instead of doing the entire backyard as a whole like you did when you first created it, you want to focus on one thing at a time starting with Maryann's playset. Your magic lifts the broken pieces of plastic and evaporates it as if it were never there to begin with. You take another deep breath and start to form the new playset for Maryann that stands two stories instead of one. She is growing up fast and will need a playset that will keep up with her antics.

A plastic tube slide jets out the side of it and twirls to create a perfect twist. A long wooden post sticks out the other end with two normal swings, a two-person swing, and a monkey swing falling from it. To give Joanna something to do on it, you create a set of monkey bars she can hang from.

The gazebo is next, and you reconstruct it the same way as you did the first time since you loved how it looked before. Sam's garden is restored to its former beauty added with a bigger pond, an extra set of benches, and more room for even more vegetables. The pool is stretched a bit more with a few more feet added to the deepest part since you love being able to swim in deep waters. You walk over to the basketball court and fix the shredded net and metal pole of both hoops.

You want to give Noah something else to do besides swim and play basketball, and you have the perfect thing in mind for it. You sweep your hand from one side of your body to the other side, and a trail follows the direction of your hand. The ground splits and hardens into asphalt along the entire perimeter of the backyard. Right where you stand, three go-karts appear out of nowhere, and you turn to Dean with a proud smile.

"Wow, I don't even know how you do it. You make it look so easy."

"It comes easy knowing I'm doing it for you and Sam and the kids. I can't hurt people this way so I'm okay with using it like this."

"You know you won't ever be her again, right?"

"Amara can suck souls out of people. If I do something to piss her off... She doesn't need me, Dean, only my magic. She can take it by sucking out my soul. I'll be her again without any choice in the matter."

"Alright," Dean whispers. "Let's go back inside."

You two head back inside and find Sam, Molly, and the kids in the kitchen. She is getting their lunches ready before she takes them to school, and Sam is eating his breakfast.

"The backyard is now open for business. I fixed everything and even added a go-kart track."

"Awesome!" Noah grins. "Does that mean I can have friends over? This place is so cool."

"Ask your dad."

You don't mind having them over but Dean might. He doesn't like people in this life if he can help it, and having kids at the Bunker will open a can of worms that he might not want opened.

"I don't know," Dean sighs.

"Please, Dad? I told my friends about this backyard and they all want to see it. I promise we'll stay out there or hang out in my room. We won't even touch anything else."

Dean looks at you and you shrug. "It could be fun. No monster can get inside the dome so they'll be safe."

"Fine, but only if Me, Sam, or your mom are here."

"Great, thanks!"

"Are you kids excited about Halloween?" Molly asks.

"Yeah! Can I tell Mommy what we're being?" Joanna asks.

"I thought you wanted to keep it a surprise."

"Oh, yeah," she giggles.

"Are you guys going to be here for Halloween?" Noah asks.

"Yes."

"You'll let me go off with my friends?"

"Yes, but where I can at least see you."

"Deal," Noah smiles.

He and his friends are going to be the Avengers but you don't know which one your son is going to be.

"If you want, you can have the weekend off," you offer to Molly. "The kids will be with us the entire time."

"Thanks," she smiles brightly. "I can go to my friend's party, then."

"If you need me to come pick you up for any reason, you call me, okay?"

"Okay." Molly packs the lunches and hands them to the kids. "School time! Let's go."

Dean kisses the head of each of their heads as they leave. Now it's just you, Sam, and Dean alone.

"Are we gonna talk about my visions or just pretend like everything is fine?" Sam asks.

"We already talked about it," Dean sighs.

"Yeah, we did, Dean, but why is it so hard to believe that God could be sending me visions about the Darkness?"

"Are you kidding me? He didn't feel the need to show up for the Apocalypse. Why would he give a shit now?"

"I don't know. Maybe because she's his sister? What do you wanna do? Sit back? Ignore him? Do nothing?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying." Dean sighs in frustration and runs a hand through his hair. "All I'm saying is don't count on God. Okay? Count on us."

Sam scoffs and takes another bite of his breakfast.

"Right." Sam remembers the file he grabbed from the library and slides it across the table as he takes another bite. "Oh, this is everything Cas dug up in Gaza, every last bit of prebiblical lore. Half of it I couldn't read. It's in Aramaic. The other half... Nada. Not a single mention of the Darkness."

Dean's phone rings and he smiles when he sees who it is.

"Well, I'll be damned." Dean answers his phone. "Donna, what's shakin'?"

Just like that, your good mood turns sour. One word and your entire body wants to shut down. Donna. You were so mean to her. What you did to Doug...

"'Fat sucker' Donna?" Sam whispers.

Dean nods and continues to listen to her. His expression goes serious. "What do you mean 'killer bunny'? ... Okay, we're on our way." He hangs up the phone. "Donna needs us."

Stillwater, Minnesota is nine hours away from the Bunker so you get the day started by driving. It gives you nine hours to think about what you're going to say when you see Donna. You lean your head on the window and stare at the countryside passing you by, replying that one moment over and over in your head.

You walk into the expo and admire all the weapons they have on display. Donna and Jody are looking at some of the guns on the opposite side of the room, and a very tall man approaches them from behind. His name tag says Doug, and you remember Donna saying she had an ex-husband named Doug who was a douchebag to her. You walk to a table a few down from them and listen in on their conversation.

"If you're trying to pull the wool over this one, you got the wrong girl. Sheriff Hanscum here is a wolf in sheepskin, right?" Doug chuckles.

"Thank you. Wolves are majestic creatures, but save your flattery for other female people."

You can tell she is uncomfortable with him.

"Right, Sheriff Goodhill. No. I mean, yeah, but we just met on Cufflinks. You know how that is."

"Cuff what?" Jody asks.

"Cufflinks! It's a dating site for cops. Are you on it, Donna?" Doug asks.

"Me? No. Not quite there yet."

"Oh, you still getting in date shape, huh?"

She frowns at his insult but tries to play it off.

"It's more like trying to get through the stuff on my DVR first."

Okay, you've heard enough. You walk over to Doug and tap him on the shoulder. He turns to you but you give him a deadly slap to the cheek. He is shocked at your behavior and staggers back from the impact. Donna and Jody are shocked into silence.

"You are a fucking lowlife and a shitty person if you treat Donna like that. No wonder she divorced you because I can't stand to be in the same room as you much less spend my life with you. Get the hell out of here."

"O-Oh, okay," Doug stutters.

"What the h-e-double hockey sticks, Y/N? Calling my ex a lowlife? Slapping him in the face?"

"What, like you were gonna do it?"

"What would be the point? We're divorced! Do you really think I'm gonna change him now?"

"Let me get this straight. You're going to let everyone walk over you like a fucking doormat forever? Is that it?"

"How about this? Until you've actually lost a husband, you keep your mouth zipped about mine."

Dean is pulling into the police station before you know it, and you get out with dread creeping up the back of your neck. Donna is talking to someone when you enter, and her eyes light up when she sees the brothers. Guilt is weighing heavily on your shoulders knowing what you've done. Does she hate you? Will she ignore you and cast you off to the side? Will she forgive you?

"Oh! You three are a sight for sore eyes!" she grins and pulls them both into a hug.

"What, are you working all ten thousand lakes now? This isn't usually your beat."

"Just Larsen County, what with the cutbacks and all. For the most part, it's been tater tots and lemon drops, except for this doozy. When you get a call about a killer Easter bunny, you don't know what to think," she chuckles. "The guy's real strong, too. He lashed out at several officers and it took a whole team just to get him into custody. That's not the weirdest part. The bunny head won't come off."

"What do you mean?" Sam asks.

"We tried everything short of a chainsaw, but it's really stuck. I mean, who knows? It could be nothing. The guy could just have a big melon like my Uncle Wally, but ever since I've seen what goes bump in the night... I'm not taking any chances."

"You did the right thing by calling us."

"Maybe. I'm just still not 100% sure this is our kind of case," Dean says.

A tall officer walks over to the group and you notice the way he looks at Donna.

"Who are these folks, Sheriff?"

"Gentlemen, this is Officer Stover. He's lead on the case."

You don't miss the way she passes right over you. Granted, you're in the background and not engaging in the conversation but still.

"Agents Elliott, Allen, and Savage," Sam smiles and shakes hands with the officer.

"Nice to meet ya. Please, call me Doug."

Your ears perk up when you hear the name. He doesn't look anything like Donna's ex-husband, but it's interesting how he has the same name.

"These three fine folks will be helping out with the old hippity hop."

"Oh, we're gonna need it." Doug's eyes widen. "Not that Sheriff Hanscum isn't doing a bang-up job. We're lucky to have her." He chuckles nervously and looks at Donna. "Well, I better get back to it."

He leaves after an awkward beat or two. Dean looks at Donna with a weird look and she immediately spots it.

"What?"

"It's none of our business, but it looks like somebody might have a crush."

"I was born at night, Dean. Not last night."

"What's the deal? He seems nice."

"He is but he's a cop... named Doug. Clearly, I have a type, but no thank you. I won't be once bitten and twice Doug'd."

"Alright," Sam nods, "where's the wascally wabbit?"

x

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[wawamouse]

Was going to do a WIP Wednesday because I haven't in a while, but all my wips are kind of lame rn or I already shared a lot of them LOL.

So I'm just going to Harp on a finished fic instead because now that Silver Moon's Sparkling is done, I can tell you guys that the original plot of it was 4 chapters where Miguel and Chico simply reconnect via text after the general events of ch.1&2, and then Chico's like "hey do u wanna bang? 🤔" and Miguel's like "😐…ok what the hell" and then they 69, the end.

Other rambling tidbits no one asked for:

Original plot obviously had no issues with Mama!Carmen, no dates, and no Sofia past ch1, really

Sofia's name was originally Joanna (Juanita😝), before it occurred to me that it was too close to Cathy Jo, which I thought was weird so I changed it lol

In the original plot, we don't really learn much about Chico beyond what he tells Miguel via text and they're more like strangers to lovers tbh

Chico didn't have any planned history with guys in the original plot, or at least, there wasn't going to be a definitive reveal of anything; the plan was just to have him be curious and bold enough to want to/ask Miguel to bang lol

I had some version of the first round of sex from ch.9 written out since the outline. Part of it, I also peeled off to add to Chico's appearance in ch.6, when he comes to Miguel's place for the bj :P (the whole fwb situation was also something I added as things started evolving)

My favorite 'date' from the fic was in ch.5 where Miguel goes to Chico's house and just starts Snooping, lol. I thought that was hilarious of him. And also watching Chico cook for him 😌 I actually rarely write cooking scenes or people eating nice meals or whatever, so that was a change of pace for me and an interesting challenge that I feel like turned out decently

My least favorite scene is right after, with the letters, but maybe that's because I'm also personally allergic to vulnerable scene so I'm like Eugh! Cringe and random! (adds it to the fic anyway) Writing it did remind me of writing In the Matter of Carmen Guerra, #96G522 tho, which is a fic I like so idk 😂 It's salvageable

Deleted scenes in ch.9 (AKA scenes I planned to write but didn't so the chapter wouldn't be crazy long again): Miguel and Carmen going to a library thing and then making out sloppystyle on the sidewalk on the walk home; cuddling on the couch scene with some lighthearted sappy conversation and reminiscing

ch.9 was originally going to end with a kind of fade to black before the second round of sex but I love torturing myself ig so I extended the fic, and then strongly debated the epilogue before figuring "well, the fic is titled after a romcom song so I might as well lean into the indulgence…."

So yeah, the song playing in the skating rink after Miguel proposes (referenced) is "Kiss me"…. very 90s… And honestly I picked the title of the fic as "Silver Moon's Sparkling" because haha. Silver Moon. Geddit? They're old. (Yeah, I kept referring to his as old man yaoi when i wrote it even though their ages in this fic are only 53/56. I'm a fake old man yaoi contributor. This is late middle age man yaoi at best….)(Literally just a couple years off from Third Day of Spring ages but shh)

[milksteakkk]

hai… do u have any headcanons for the murphy siblings….. (separately and as a duo)

HELL YEAHHH

zoe !!

im a strawberry blonde zoe truther but i have no idea who she got it from

collects stupid stuff like bottle caps, can tabs, glass bottles etc to the point where it gets a bit out of hand (im projecting 😭)

kept all her stuffed animals from when she was a kid because she cant bear to get rid of them

not really a headcannon but shes soo the colour yellow to me... i love her dearly

carabiner wearer 🙏🏽🙏🏽

FRAGGLE ROCK ENJOYER

night in the woods and life is strange fan (max caufield is the love of her life)

jamiroqiai listener 🔥🔥

connor !!

loves lost media and tv hijacking incidents !! his fav of the latter is the joanna lopez case ^_^

silent hill enjoyer

cant sleep w/out background noise (his go to is usually smth from one of the silent hill soundtracks)

did most of his piercings either w miguel or by himself and alot of his first ones got infected 😭

watched alot of adult swim as a kid (some of his favs are aqua teen hunger force, space ghost coast to coast, the eric andre show and robot chicken)

type o negative listener ‼️

typically draws lots of body horror

resident evil fan (he and miguel completed re5 together, connor played as sheva and miguel was chris (important information trust))

bruises and scars ridiculously easy

both !!

WAISIAN (japanese and white american) MURPHY SIBLINGS RAGHHH ‼️‼️

when they were kids they would look for bugs together and whoever could find the weirdest looking one would win (win what ?? no idea but they both took it very seriously)

connor would make up the stupidest shit and trick zoe into believing it and she would get so mad when she found out whatever he said wasnt true

^ he once convinced her that popcorn was made of polystyrene when she was 7 and she believed it and refused to eat it for a whole year before cynthia told her the truth

they may have had a bad relationship when connor was alive, but the one thing that brought them together was their hatred of family gatherings/house parties. they would always avoid everyone and hide away in one of their rooms together until everyone had left

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

I Hope You Dance [a Jay and Frankie fic]

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Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Frankie Morales x Jay ‘Lady’ Ray (OFC) **Series masterlist**

Warnings: TeenagerParent!Jay and Frankie, allusions to J & F having sex, underage drinking, vomiting, mention of girls kissing, teenage bisexual panic.

Words: 1,817

Summary: Jay and Frankie have a childfree night when Alma, 15, calls in panic from a party and asks to be picked up. Mom and dad to the rescue in more ways than one.

A/N: @beesmall asked the following: "What are things like for Jay and Frankie when the girls are a little older? Would love to hear about how they navigate the teenage drama years." I hope you like it! (Title is shameless stolen from Lee Ann Womack's song of the same name. I don't particularly like the song, but it fits the fic *shrugs*)

”MOOOOOM!”

Jay puts down the knife she was just about to use to cut vegetables, and looks over at Frankie, who’s frying meatballs at the stove.

”Is that girl about to die or what the hell is going on?”

Frankie chuckles. ”I think she might.”

The stairs groan under the running feet of a very stressed teenager, and the second after, Alma shows up in the kitchen.

”Mom, where’s my purple plaid?”

”I don’t know, honey, I don’t have a crystal ball,” Jay tells her patiently as she cuts up the tomatoes. ”And what have I told you about yelling like that?”

”Not to,” Alma pouts, but she’s still vibrating with pent up energy. ”But mom, if I don’t have the plaid, I won’t have anything to wear to Kat’s party!”

”You have a closet full of clothes.”

”You don’t get it!”

Alma storms off again in search of the beloved plaid, and Jay sighs deeply.

”My daughter cares about fashion. What did I do wrong?”

”Now, now,” Frankie chides her while shaking the frying pan in order to turn the meatballs. ”There are worse things a fifteen-year-old could do, you know that. Ours is actually very balanced.”

”Oh, I know that. But I still don’t understand how I’m supposed to know where her clothes are. Our kids fold their own clean clothes, and put the dirty ones in the hamper.”

”Maybe Bianca borrowed it.”

”If she did, Alma’s going to kill her.”

Alma reappears, now carrying the purple plaid and a very relieved look.

”Where was it?” Frankie asks lightly, knowing the answer.

”Where I left it,” the girl mutters, but she seems less stressed now.

”Imagine that,” Jay quips with a teasing smile, which is met by an eyeroll.

”Okay, mom.”

”Lay the table, please. Dinner will be ready soon, and then I’ll drive you to the party.”

Alma accepts without comments, and Jay watches her in secret while preparing the salad. Alma may be something of a tomboy who doesn’t really care about makeup and skimpy little party outfits, but she still cares about what she looks like. That purple plaid is her favorite, and she’d obviously want to wear it for a party.

After dinner, Jay takes Bianca to a friend’s house for a sleepover, then picks up Alma’s friend Joanna, and drives the girls to Kat’s house for the party.

”Remember that you can call for any reason,” she reminds her daughter before dropping them off. ”If anything happens, if something feels wrong, if the two of you wanna go home. Okay? At any time.”

”Sure, mom,” Alma nods, already getting out of the car. ”I’ll call, I promise!”

”Have fun!”

Confident that Alma will reach out, Jay drives back home to the old farm that she and Frankie bought and fixed up with the South American money all those years ago. Frankie’s waiting for her, grinning mischievously at her from his chair on the porch when she ascends the stairs.

”What?” she grins back, knowing full well what’s on his mind. The older the kids get and the more time they spend away from home, the more the sturdy bed in the master bedroom has to suffer. The years haven’t diminished the love and attraction Jay and Frankie have for each other.

”Come here, mama...”

///

The phone wakes Jay from her slumber, but as soon as she sees her oldest daughter’s photo on the screen, she’s wide awake.

”Hi, sweetie.”

”Mom?” Alma’s voice is small and unsure. ”Can you come and pick us up?”

”Alma, what’s the matter?” Jay’s in full mission mode immediately, getting out of bed and pulling out clothes from the closet. Frankie sits up as well, hearing that something’s amiss.

”Joanna isn’t feeling well, she had a lot to drink, and there are some older guys here...”

”I’m on my way, honey. Are you safe there? You want me to call 911?”

”Just get here, mom.”

”Fifteen minutes, honey.”

Frankie’s up as well, pulling his jeans on.

”What’s wrong?” he wants to know as soon as Jay hangs up. She pulls an old army hoodie over her head.

”Joanna drank too much, and apparently there are some older guys there. I think Alma’s fine, but she wasn’t feeling safe.”

”I’m coming with.”

Jay nods, and a couple of minutes later, they’re in the car, leaving the farm.

The party’s in full swing when they get there, but when Jay marches in, grim-faced and heavy-booted, it puts a damper on things. Not even the seventeen- and eighteen-year-old boys dare say anything when she turns her steely gaze at them.

”I’m only gonna say this once,” she proclaims loudly. ”Everyone who’s not on Kat’s year, get the fuck out. You have ten seconds, then I’m calling the cops and holding you down until they come and arrest your asses.”

Five guys get up quickly, picking up six-packs, and making their way past her, only to meet Frankie’s broad shoulders towering menacingly over them at the door. A car engine starts, and it’s like the rest of the crowd lowers their shoulders. Jay quickly finds Alma and Joanna in the bathroom, poor Joanna sobbing into the toilet bowl. After making sure that both girls are okay, Jay and Alma help lead Joanna out, where Frankie picks up the lurching girl, and carries her to the car.

”You can’t tell my parents, they’ll kill me,” she sobs in the backseat. Jay and Frankie exchange glances as they get in the front seat, Frankie driving this time. Joanna was supposed to spend the night at their house, and maybe it’s better to stick to the plan, and deal with the aftermath tomorrow.

They make it home with a couple of stops so that Joanna can throw up by the roadside, Jay and Frankie comforting her, Alma watching with a lost look on her face. When they finally get home, they put Joanna up in the guestroom with a bucket, an extra blanket, painkillers and water. After making sure she’s okay, they leave her to sleep.

Jay exhales deeply once the guestroom door clicks shut behind her. Walking into the kitchen, she glances at the clock on the wall, seeing that it’s two am. She hears Frankie call her softly from the living-room. Walking there, she finds her husband and daughter on the couch. Alma’s looking confused and tired, and Frankie has his arm around her shoulders.

”I’m sorry, mom,” she whispers, and Jay hurries to her, sitting down next to her.

”Alma, honey, you have nothing to apologize for.”

”I should’ve taken better care of her.”

”It’s not your responsibility,” Frankie reminds her gently, and Jay nods.

”He’s right. You did everything right, Alma, you looked out for your friend, and you called us when you couldn’t handle the situation. I promise you, Alma, you did exactly right. I’m proud of you.”

The girl’s eyes fill with tears. ”Really?”

”So, so proud,” Frankie confirms, and Alma sobs.

”Even when I drink? I mean, with mom...”

”Honey, I’ve told you, I know you’re going to drink sooner or later,” Jay reminds her. They’ve had this conversation before, and so far, Alma hasn’t once come home drunk. ”I just want you to be careful when you do.”

”It wasn’t even that good, so I couldn’t drink much.”

”Yeah, it tastes shit, doesn’t it?” Jay chuckles. Alma smiles weakly through her tears before sobbing again.

”Joanna’s gonna be mad at me.”

”She’ll be fine in the morning,” Jay guesses. ”She’ll probably feel ashamed, but it’s okay. She’ll come around.”

”No, I mean...” The girl clams shut, and Jay strokes her neck gently until she’s comfortable to share.

”We were dancing and having a really good time and... I kissed her.”

Oh, my poor baby. Alma came out as bisexual about a year ago, first to her beloved uncle Benny, shortly later to her parents and sister. It hadn’t changed anything for Jay and Frankie, except that their first week after the coming out was filled with frantic googling on how to support their daughter. Dating, Jay had realized, would maybe be a little trickier for Alma, but she had resolved to give advice and help whenever her daughter asked for it, not before.

”You think she’ll be mad at you for that?” Frankie asks her gently. Alma shrugs.

”She got really weird, and then the guys showed up, and they had beers and she just started hanging with them.”

”Baby, I’m sure you’ll patch things up,” Jay tries to comfort her. ”Just let her sober up, live through her hangover which I’m sure will be epic, and then you can figure things out.”

”She kissed me back.”

”Then I hope there’s an even bigger chance that things will work out,” Frankie points out. Alma shakes her head.

”Her mom and dad are really strict. They’ll kill her.”

”No they won’t,” Jay tells her firmly. ”We’ll see to that, honey, I promise. It’ll be okay.”

Alma takes a deep breath and sighs it out, relaxing visibly.

”I love you, mom,” she whispers, and now Jay embraces her tightly.

”I love you too, Alma.”

”I love you, dad.”

”I love you, mijita.” Frankie’s arms are around them both, warm and reassuring.

They help their daughter to bed before retiring to their own bedroom for the second time that night.

”Christ,” Jay yawns as she undresses. ”I guess it begins. The dating and heartache phase, not to mention drinking.”

”But we did good,” Frankie reminds her, already in bed and waiting for her. ”She did everything right, just like you said.”

”Yeah, thank fuck.” Jay joins him between the sheets that still smell of their earlier love-making. She settles against him and yawns again.

”But I can’t believe our baby girl is so grown up already,” Frankie adds, his voice quivering a little. Jay passes her hand over his chest in half a caress, half a shove.

”Please don’t start bawling about our kids growing up yet again, I’m too tired for that shit.”

”When will you stop pretending like you don’t think it’s super cute that I get so emotional?” he chuckles, and Jay has to smile.

”When hell freezes over.”

”You’re a hard woman. But you did amazing with Alma tonight.”

”It was teamwork, baby,” she reminds, now angling her face up towards his. Their lips brush against each other. ”It's always teamwork.”

Frankie hums before pressing his lips to hers for a long, sweet kiss that ends with both of them yawning.

”Goddammit, I’m too old for this,” he mutters, and Jay lays her head down on his shoulder again.

”You and me both. And we still have to deal with whatever fresh catastrophe those two come up with tomorrow.”

”That’s for tomorrow,” Frankie rules, and Jay agrees. Right now, both of them are happy with what they’ve accomplished, and deserve some sleep.

[southerntigress]

Glitter

"I swear to God if you don't tell me where we are going and who we are meeting I'm gonna throat punch you" I said annoyed while sitting in the passenger side of my best friend's car going to a "surprise location" to do a special shoot with a unnamed (to me at the moment) photographer. I hated surprises cause it could mean 1 of 4 things. 1. I love it 2. Hate it 3. Give me anxiety

"Calm ya tits fido you will see very soon and believe me you will love it and thank me" Joanna said

I just rolled my eyes huffed and closed my eyes to try and get a little nap in before getting there, it's 7am and we have about 1 and half hour drive.

Joanna and I have been besties ever since we were little girls she moved away to California when she was a teen and we keep in touch over the years. When I turned 18 I moved there after my parents passed away for a new scenery and she had been begging me for years to come up there. I got into modeling and decided California would be the best place to get my foot in the door. I've been pretty successful made a decent living but I quit a couple years ago I was growing stale and needed a change. So I took some of my savings and opened up a clothing line with Joanna which brings me here today and why we are driving at a ungodly hour almost 2 hours away to do a photoshoot with this yet to be named cause it's a surprise photographer. I hate mornings and I hate surprises.

"Angel wake up we are here" Joanna says while shaking me

"Five more minutes mom" I mumble

Joanna giggles "no get your ass up and out of this car or I will drag you out"

I open my eyes and raise my eyebrows at her "don't threaten me with a good time"

She just shakes herhead and laughs "come on"

We get out of the car and head inside the building I look around and roll my eyes " oh look a studio some surprise this is" I say sarcastically

"Stop being a brat and bitching this is just the icing on the cake " she says

I once again roll my eyes and say " oh boy can't wait to see the cake" I say sassy like as we approach a lady behind a desk

"Good morning I'm Tiffany you must be Joanna and Angel" she says as she reaches out to shake our hands

"That we are" Joanna says with smile

I just nod did I mention I'm not a morning person? I haven't had my coffee and I'm hungry.

Tiffany looks at me and raises her eyebrows then laughs "oh Nikki is going to have his hands full with you I see"

" right? Give him a run for his money" Joanna giggles

"Um, hello I'm right here bitches don't talk about me like I'm not here. And stop with this talking in code shit I'm not in the mood." I say with way more attitude then I attended I was getting irritated with them not telling what is going on

" now that we got that out of the way-" Tiffany starts bit I cut her off

"We ain't got nothing out of the way. I still don't know who this Nikki guy is nor do I have coffee and I'm starving so if we could cut the chit chat and tell me what the hell is going on so I can get coffee and food that would be lovely" I roll my eyes

Joanna sighed " fine but after I tell you will you promise to be nicer"

"Depends on if I get coffee and food afterwards" I said as Joanna walked off in search of coffee

"The guy we are talking about is Nikki Sixx and he's gonna be the photographer today" Tiffany said with a smile

"Hold on pump the brakes" I said taking a deep breath in to calm myself I could not have heard right.

"As in Nikki walking sex on legs motley crue icon Sixx" I rambled on

Tiffany chuckled " yes ma'am"

Holy hell I done died and in heaven this can't  be real

I was breathing heavily when Joanna came back and handed me my coffee " I see you told her huh" she laughed looking at Tiffany who only nodded with a smile then answered the phone. While Joanna and I sat down drinking our coffee.

"Speak of the devil, that was Nikki he said he will be a little late his meeting is running later that planned" Tiffany informed us

"Ok we will just go eat and come back later or you can call us when he's on his way back and we will come back" I said

"Ok sounds good see ya in a bit" Tiffany said

We sat at a local diner talking and eating we decided to go shop around it had been almost 2 hours and we still haven't heard back from Tiffany so we decided to just go back home and call Tiffany to reschedule seeing as he was too busy to even care to call and let us know anything. At this point I was pissed and tired and just wanted to sleep.

We pulled up to my house Joanna looks over at me " I'm sorry Angel today was a waste of time I got your hopes up for nothing he didn't even show or have the balls to have his assistant to call or anything"

I look at her "it is what it is, it's not your fault he's an asshole for doing that. Good night love I'll call you tomorrow" I get out of the car and she drives off.

I go in my house toss my keys on my table go upstairs to get a shower after my shower I throw on a thong and a tshirt and lay down since it's late and I'm just trying to relax before I go to sleep

I was about to start a movie when I hear a knock on the door I get up not bothering to put pants on or robe thinking it's Joanna that maybe she changed her mind and wanted to sleep over tonight. I opened the door and my breath hitches in my throat Nikki Sixx is standing there glaring at me

"What are you doing here and how do you know where I live" I said glaring back I'm still pissed at the stunt he pulled today and if he was looking for a fight he picked the right bitch tonight

He didn't say anything he just walked right passed me in my home liked he lived here

"Oh pleae do come in it is your house after all" I say sarcastically with a eyeroll and shut the door

He turns to face me "it is my home so I can come and go as I please"

Who does this bitch think he is?

I scoff "really? Wanna tell that to my bank account?  Cause if memory serves me correctly I'm the one that bought and paid for this house and my name is on the deeds not yours"

"Yeah? Thanks for making my pockets fatter" he smirks

I just glare at him and he chuckles " this used to be my house before you bought it"

"That explains the hideous interior when I got it" I smirk at him

He raises his eyebrows at me and continues to glare "you got a smart mouth for someone that left me high and dry"

" excuse me but you are the one who left me high and dry I was there on time you were the one that never showed and didn't have the balls to call and let me know " I said

" you could've waited" he said

I scoffed " who do you think you are? I waited around for 2 hours and was ghosted so I came back home. I'm not gonna waste my time for someone who stands me up and then you wanna come to my house and act like you're the shit and the world revolves around you. Newsflash Nikki it doesn't and I'm not gonna sit around and wait for nobody" I snapped

" you're a bitch I don't know why I even bothered coming over here" he said

"Why did you come to my house this late after what you did? And then walk in here acting like you own this place and run shit u don't run shit and you damn sure don't own or run me" I said titling my head and squinting my eyes

Nikki swifty ran up to me grabbed my shoulders  and pinned me against the wall glaring at me " you're a fucking bitch watch your fucking mouth and how you speak to me " he raised his voice

I smirked at him " you don't fucking scare me I've dealt with bigger and badder dicks than you. I'll watch how I speak to you when you watch how you speak to me"

"I swear to God if you don't shut your fucking mouth right now I'm-"

"You're gonna what Nikki?" I said interrupting him

He glared at me and I could feel the heat radiating off of him and I ain't even gonna lie I was quite turn on. I know I'm crazy but seeing Nikki all fired up and having his body pinned against mine is hot as hell. Then suddenly he yelled a frustrated "fuuuuckk" and then crashed his lips onto mine I instantly kissed him back and within minutes things escalated and the next thing I know we are in heated make out section hands roaming and tongues exploring.

I suddenly came to my senses and pushed him off of me "no you don't get to come in to my home talk to me the way you did and expect me to give in to you and have sex with you especially after we just met and how you so rudely stood me up with the photoshoot and then have the balls to blame me. Take responsibility for your actions man up and actually use your other head to talk with for once in your life. Just cause you're a rock star doesn't mean I'm gonna drop my pants for you" I snapped at him

He looked me up and down "you don't have to drop your pants for me seeing you answered your door in a thong" he smirked

"Get out! Get out right now!" I yelled and pushed him towards the door

He opened the door and stopped looking back at me " to be continued" he said

I slammed the door shut behind him.