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ROSWELL, NEW MEXICO (2019 - 2022) 2.08 "Say It Ain't So"
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LIZ ORTECHO and MAX EVANS ROSWELL, NEW MEXICO (2019 - 2022) 4.03 "Subterranean Homesick Alien"
âOh, come on. Iâm not that drunk. Waterâs for quitters. And I donât quit. Unless itâs my writing, but writerâs block can be a bitch and a half. So⌠I get a pass for that one. Right? Iâm right girls, Iâm right. I just canât write. Itâs whatever,â Beck rambled, unintentionally proving the womenâs point about her. Still, thatâs what weddings were for, so she had no regrets about her current state.Â
Beck was unsure whether or not she was sober enough to stand, let alone dance, but the idea still seemed fun, so she nodded along to Elenaâs suggestion. That was, until, Fiona distracted her again, a smirk forming on her lips at the question. âOh, it hasnât. But Iâd be lying if I said I havenât thought about it. I love a good spanking. Maybe I should justâŚÂ tell him to stop being so gentle.â Her eyes flickered to Matt again, and Beck bit her lip, getting lost in the idea of where tonight may lead. âI know heâs holding back. Itâs in him. He just needs to know that I want it.â Giggling, she tilted her head, redirecting the questioning. âWhatâs Jackson like? Polite in the streets, dirty in the sheets?â
âYouâre right, Beck. You definitely get a pass,â Elena played along, covering her laughter by taking another sip of her drink. âAlthough Iâm not one to talk, Iâm definitely a quitter. I quit cheerleading, and I quit training.â The memory reminded Elena of simpler times, and her smile sobered for a moment before the conversation redirected.Â
At the sex talk, Elena gasped in exaggeration, holding a hand over her chest. âI cannot believe what Iâm hearing. You girls are naughty.â Still, she was thoroughly enjoying the gossip, so paid full attention, eyebrows raised in interest. âJust tell him. Thereâs nothing to lose, right? Especially tonight. There must be something in the air.â The wedding had certainly inspired something in the couples here, and Elena giggled as her eyes fell on Isaac, who was actively proving her point by practically dribbling over his boyfriend. Amy and Roryâs love had only amplified the romance, it was everywhere. âI donât believe that for a second. Jackson seems like such a gentleman.â Then again, so had Stefan, and heâd soon proved her wrong.Â
âYou canât write âcause youâre too busy fucking. Itâs not rocket science,â she shrugged at the blonde, smirk on her face, nudging a glass of water toward her despite her insistence. Fiona knew all too well how distracting a partner could be, the world and all her responsibilities within it feeling a million miles away when they were alone. Realising what sheâd just heard, Fiona turned toward Elena, eyebrows raised in surprise. âUh, you were a cheerleader?â She snorted, unable to even picture that kind of life. âJesus. We were definitely raised on opposite sides of the track. â Whyâd you quit?â
Fiona was hardly fazed by Beckâs response, not shocked to hear she wasnât too keen on vanilla. Sheâd thought it was quite obvious, and the only part that surprised her was Mattâs ignorance toward that. âYeah, I second that. Definitely tell him.â She sat back, hands gesturing to a shrug. âThe vagina wants what the vagina wants, and if he doesnât wanna give it, then youâll find it elsewhere. End of story. Donât be afraid to ask for what you want, cane or otherwise,â she grinned.
Conversation turning to Jackson, Fiona's gaze sought him out again, studying him closely for a moment. But she found she couldnât look at him for long, oddly nervous at the prospect of him catching her eye whilst she was discussing him. Snorting at the word gentleman, Fiona glanced at the glasses cluttered on their table, wondering if any were still drinkable. âPlease. One look at my family, any gentleman would run for the fuckinâ hills. Besides, I couldnât handle one. Iâd probably fall asleep every time we talked.â She smiled. Obviously, Jackson was both polite and chivalrous, marks of a typical gentleman, but not in ways that bored her or pissed her off. Dependable was a better word. For now. âNo, heâs uh⌠well, we nearly fucked in the Alibi the other night. Right there at a booth, in front of everyone. But who knows, maybe that was gentlemanly?â

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dynamics i've been wanting to gif: jackson & hayley - the originals I love you. Okay, I've always loved you. When I first saw you, I broke - you broke me. And nothing has ever been the same since. I just want you to know that it was all real. Every moment, every touch, every word.
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Her mind was a flurry of curse words as she watched her fatherâs unconscious form. Not even a war could keep him from stumbling his way back home, and although Fiona knew her younger kids would be relieved to see him, and perhaps a part of her she buried was too, the gall of his behaviour infuriated her. She shouldâve known she wouldnât have long until he showed up at their door, demanding a handout. But sheâd allowed herself to get swept away by her new life, ignoring anything that might threaten it. Regretting that now, Fiona debated what to do, wondering if there was any way she could still keep this from the kids. She was so lost in the thought, the hand on the small of her back made her jump. Jackson. For a split second, she felt relief, only for it to be consumed by anger again. Without even having said a word, her father had overtaken every thought in her brain, pulled focus from someone she actually wanted to focus on.
âYeah,â she nodded, crossing her arms in a show of defense. âThatâs Frank.â Her tone was filled with distaste and irritation, ashamed that Jackson was even witnessing this. It was only when she was with someone she wanted to impress that she realised just how embarrassing her family shit was. âThe man canât change one fuckinâ diaper, but of course he manages to find us right after a god damn war.â Unable to stand still any longer, Fiona began to pace, thinking aloud. âI should just fuckinâ leave him out here. But ugh, I donât want the kids to see him. I do not want him stayinâ with us. No matter how many times I kick him out, somebody will let him right back fuckinâ inside, I guarantee it ââ Realising she was just aimlessly venting, she stopped, dragging a hand down her face in frustration. âShit.â Then, she looked at Jackson, ashamed. âIâm sorry. You donât need to be dragged into this crap. Go back inside, Iâll⌠figure somethinâ out.â
Despite the sight of Frank crashed out in front of them, Jacksonâs focus remained on Fiona, tracking her heartrate, picking up on the chemosignals in her scent. It was the first time heâd sensed her distress in such a high bout, and so Jackson felt that anger with her, along with a burning desire to resolve her woes. Heâd been without it for only minutes, but he already missed her smile, hating the change of pace. âHe sounds like a damn cockroach,â Jackson muttered, his tone lifting in humour despite the fact that he meant it. He was naturally against speaking ill of Fionaâs family, as heâd never wish to be disrespectful, but this was different. Anyone who made her feel this way entirely deserved it, father or not.Â
âHey, hey â Fi,â Jackson allowed her to pace and vent for a moment, before he intervened, catching the hand that she dragged down her face and cupping it in his own, bringing her to a halt. âFirst of all, you donât apologise to me. Ever. Your crap is my crap. So Iâm not goinâ back inside, not even if you try to kick me in there.â His words were firm with reassurance, wanting her to understand the depth behind them, the intention. He met her eyes and nodded, his thumbs grazing her skin, trying to soothe her anxiety with physical touch. âSo we keep him at my place until you decide what you wannaâ tell the kids. Iâll take him there myself. It sure as hell wonât solve the problem, but itâll buy you time. Some breathinâ room until you figure out what you wannaâ do,â Jackson offered as a solution, whilst still allowing Fiona to lead the decision. He didnât want to intervene on a situation when it wasnât his place, but it was important to him that she knew she had his full support, no matter what she chose. That heâd try his best to help her, regardless of circumstance. âThat sound okay?â
Having run into him at the Alibi, Fiona had known for a few days now that Frank had found his way to Alexandria. But sheâd made no mention of it to anyone yet, not even her siblings, desperate to avoid the drama. The kids were finally settling in, she was finally settling in, falling headfirst into a relationship sheâd never seen coming. She didnât want the dream to shatter. She didnât want her soul-sucking father driving them all apart. With all the kids now in bed, Fiona was spending quality time with Jackson on their couch, straddling him between her legs, resting on his lap. Theyâd become insatiable for each other, every spare moment she found throughout the chaos of her days spent with him. Even when she wasnât free, he was around, getting to know her family. If sheâd had any time to slow down and think about it, sheâd have been terrified. But nothing was getting in her way. Nothing, perhaps, except her father. The pair were only just warming up when there was a sharp knock at the door. Fiona elected to ignore it, muttering for them to fuck off; but Jackson seemed particularly curious by whoever was there. With a groan, she climbed off him, patted down her hair and answered the door. On the top step was the chief of police, and sprawled out on the bottom step was her drunken dad. âYouâve gotta be fucking kiddinâ me.â She spoke before Jim had the chance to, earning her some raised eyebrows in response. Waving off the explanation that followed, having heard it all a million times before, she thanked the officer, allowing him to leave. Now scowling at the figure at the bottom of the stairs, Fiona shook her head, completely forgetting she had company. âNope. No fuckinâ way.â
Without even realising it, Jackson had fully immersed himself into the Gallagher household. Although heâd only initially been present for Fiona, natural instinctive duties had taken over, and suddenly he was walking the kids to school, cooking them dinner, fixing anything around the home when it broke. Heâd come to care for them as his own, despite the short time frame, and he almost couldnât believe how easy the transition from strangers to family had been. There were still doubts, of course, mainly from the elder brothers, but Jackson had no issue with proving himself and building that trust. He understood it was earned, especially considering what the Gallagherâs had been through. As his relationship with Fiona developed, so did his relationship with her siblings. Part of him felt as though heâd always been there.
Now, with Fiona in his lap, he was overcome with a calmness he hadnât felt in quite some time, the pair always cherishing any moment they could spend alone. It was how they destressed after a long day, both with her family and his pack duties. He was happy to do it, valuing his dynamics above everything, but he couldnât deny how grateful he was to lose himself in their intimacy. Jackson was about to slide a hand up her thigh when a strong scent him, a mixture of alcohol and a genetic note that he recognised. His brows pressed together, frowning at Fiona when the door knocked a second later.
He allowed her a moment of privacy to answer the door, but as soon as Jackson heard her heartrate pick up, he was making his way downstairs, his protective instincts immediately triggered by the uncertainty of the situation. He joined Fiona at the door step, hand finding the arch of her back, eyes widening at the sight of the man sprawled out in front of them. It wouldnât take a genius to decipher who it was. ââThis Frank?â Jacksonâs tone wasnât judgemental, but there was a tiny hint of irritation behind it; he held a very strong opinion about men who didnât show up for their kids.Â