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little starkey being besties with maddie cline and their always together on set

mini best friend — MADELYN CLINE

authors note thank you anon for this request, i hope you like what i wrote. just the thought of this made me so happy while writing because drew and maddie have such an amazing friendship. this is technically a madelyn cline fic/blurb btw. as for the other requests i have in my inbox, i will get to them as soon as i can. i do have a personal life outside of tumblr, please be patient. feedback is always appreciated.

summary bringing little tatum on set and maddie just can't wait to see her little best friend everytime she comes to visit.

warnings a whole lot of cuteness!!!!!

Outer Banks is filming their new season, Drew had some scenes to film and brought you and nine month old, Tatum, along to keep company and hang out with the other cast members. 

"Where is my littlest bestie?" Maddie asked as she entered Drew's trailer, her eyes wide with delight.

"She's right here," you said as you placed Tatum on the carpet so she could crawl over to Maddie, who was squatting down with her arms stretched out.

Tatum recently began to crawl, which indicates that she will start walking shortly. That girl is so fascinated about everything she sees, walking on two feet will be interesting for her.

She smiled and spoke in her baby language as she crept closer to Maddie. Tatum places her left hand on Maddie's knee, signaling her want to be carried up.

"She's getting so big," Maddie says, pouting as she picks up Tatum off the carpet, places her on her hip, and kisses the top of her head.

“I know, it’s sad,” you agreed.

“I just remember when you were a tiny itty baby in my arms and now you are growing up so fast, slow down girl” you can’t help but laugh at Maddie’s comment. 

Tatum just giggles. 

Tatum's godmother is Maddie. You and Drew made the decision way before Tatum was born since you three have a great relationship and you trust her with your child. Tatum adores Maddie– whenever she comes into the room, Tatum gets all excited and starts talking in her baby language. Their relationship is precious. Everyone adores their relationship.

Maddie was the first one to find out the gender before Drew and you. She hosted the gender reveal party at her home, which was absolutely breathtaking.  Maddie bawled her eyes out when she first met Tatum, who was wearing a onesie that stated "I love my godmother."

Tatum will want to stay in Maddie's arms as soon as she is in them whenever you go to the set to see Drew and hang out with the other cast members in general. Maddie doesn't mind being with Tatum the whole time; in fact, she enjoys it. They take videos and pictures together, which are eventually posted to Maddie's Instagram, but only with Drew's and your permission.

No matter where Maddie goes on set, Tatum is always with her. Plus, it’s good bonding time for the two. They’ll take naps together on the couch randomly. You swear they’ve met in another lifetime. 

Another time, Maddie had Tatum in her sunglasses while she was strapped in a carrier that wrapped around Maddie as she drove around in a golf cart. This happens quite a lot now as Tatum got older in months.

Fans make edits, post, and talk about how adorable Maddie and Tatum’s relationship is all the time on social media. Whenever fans bring up the two to Drew and you, all you guys can say is they are made for each other and there’s no stopping in separating them. 

Now, the rest of the cast get their time with the little Starkey. They enjoy spending their free time with her every second they get. They are her second family and she will eventually know that as she continues to grow up.

Drew and you always talk about how their own daughter loves her godmother more than her own parents as a joke but you know she loves you both. There’s going to be plenty of more times of Tatum and Maddie being together on set.

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Family love

masterlist ! pairing: Rudy Pankow x reader

SUMMARY : The nights are the most beautiful with the family

Genre: fluff, lovee

I remember heartbeat in the doctors office, she had him wrapped around her little finger. Rudy is the most excited for his little princess, regardless of the moment he talks to the baby in my belly, when she hears him, her little feet hit where my husband is holding his hand.

And our son was ecstatic, too. Our two year old, Andrew . He loved to put his little hands on either side of my belly, and wait to feel his baby sister kick and he loved to put his head on my belly when we stay on the couch while watching tv.

Nights have become our favorite times when Rudy and I are in bed. Rudy leaning against the headboard, and me between his legs, with my back against his chest, one of his hands on my stomach.

We giggled as we looked at our baby girl's ultrasound, wondering who she would look more like.

I want our daughter to have my eyes and lips and Rudy's nose and hair. While our son has Rudy's eyes, lips and nose, but his hair color is mine. The most beautiful combination of us.

Rudy and I have decided on what to name our daughter, Madelyn Lisa Pankow. We wanted it as our daughter. Same situation as our daughter, our son's name is Andrew Chase Pankow.

Before becoming parents for the first time, we decided to name our children after the people who have always been with us and we can consider them as members of our family. Our children's godparents are Chase Stokes and Madelyn Cline and they always came to help Andrew and me.

It was almost 11 at night and our little princess had other plans instead of sleeping, Rudy was facing me and his hand was on my belly where the baby had hit. I heard the small steps coming from the hall.

"Daddy?" He spoke from the door , rubbing his eyes.

“Yeah, baby?” Rudy asked him, as he looked back to find him.

“Can I come sleep with you? ”

“Sure, baby. Come lay with me and mommy.” Rudy told him, as he lifted the bedsheets up to greet our exhausted toddler. He sped over to our bed, and climbed up from his little steps, and rolled over Rudy's legs to land right in between us and my dear husband lift him up to cuddle.

"I was talking to your sister, do you want to talk to her too?"

He nodded his little head, and Rudy took his hand and put it where he had it a few minutes ago.

"What do you say if you start talking to her, maybe you will feel it too, what do you say my boy?"

“I’m Andrew . I'm your big brother and I will protect you . We will play together and I will read you books and stories . I love you baby sis .” He said, and the second he finished, she stuck her little feet out and gave him a tiny kick, and his excitement was so pure, he looked up at me and squealed .

"Mom, dad, you saw, my sister hit, it means she likes me." Andrew says and gets closer between us.

After a few minutes I notice that our beautiful boy has fallen asleep. I raise my head and look at my dear Rudy, the man I fell in love with from a young age, as he was looking at me smiling.

"Maybe now you will sleep peacefully my dear." It boosts my Rudy.

"Maybe. Good night, I love you Rudy!"

"Good night my love, I love you all" I hear him say and I fall asleep.

Rudy didn't sleep, he was looking at his beautiful family, he can be considered the happiest man on earth.

[jungle-angel]

hi mary! could i please get Sleeping with the windows open because it's almost the threshold of summer with rip. please and thank you!!🤍

Rachel ya'll know I can't say no to this (lol).

It was that time of the year again, when spring had begun to turn to summer, the days warmer than average and when all life on earth seemed to be showing itself. There were far more cattle and bison births this year, strangely enough now that the full moon was at its peak. The sun was setting much later, leaving the skies above a dusky blend of rose pink and soft indigo.

Rip carried one-year-old Evie into the room, fresh from her bath and all wrapped up in her pink elephant blanket that Avery had gotten her when she was born. Rip laughed a little as she made grabby hands for the window, her usual babbling silenced by the purple pacifier in her mouth.

"Alright, alright, hold your horses," Rip chuckled.

He set Evie down on the bed and opened the window, letting the warm breeze into the room. God he loved this time of year, when it wasn't freezing cold, no ice or snowstorms and no having to stay cooped up in the house all the time.

Outside, Rip could hear Patsy Cline's voice playing quietly from the little portable radio on the porch. Poking his head out just a little, he could see John in the porch rocker, cowboy hat on his head and a Manhattan in his hand.

"That time o'night?" Rip asked him.

"Yep," John chuckled. "Where's my grandbaby?"

"Gettin ready for bed," Rip answered.

You came into the room a minute later, yourself fresh from the shower and eager to crawl into bed with Rip and your daughter. "Gonna leave the windows open?" you asked.

"That kinda night sweetheart," Rip answered before kissing you.

You both crawled into bed, Evie joining you a moment later once she had her little velveteen bunny rabbit. You listened to the peepers and the quiet music outside until the three of you fell asleep, eager for more nights like this when you could all be close together.

[siempre-bucky]

golden barn lights

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

summary: After your elopement, you and Jake head to Texas for his family's ranch party. You keep your relationship a secret, not wanting to steal his mom's thunder, but Jake finally gets you alone for a dance outside.

wc: 2.2k

an: wow, look at me not giving jake daddy issues....enjoy.

Jake was thankful for the traffic on the dirt road that led to his family’s ranch. His hand rested on your thigh, his fingers tapping along to the Patsy Cline song coming from the speakers, emerald colored eyes flashing between the car in front of him and the changing colors of the trees. The traffic meant more alone time with you, delaying the arrival of the town’s prodigal children.  

“You have a pretty voice,” you said warmly, your head resting against the glass. You watched the fall colored leaves fall from the trees that blocked the golden sun, smiling to yourself as a rust toned leaf got stuck in the window. 

His pink lips upturned in a genuine smile, you always knew by the soft lines that formed around his mouth. You turned your head to look at him, and just as you figured, a soft pink blush dusted his cheeks. “You did that on purpose, darlin’,” he groaned, his eyes catching your smug grin. 

“I suppose,” you responded nonchalantly, the smirk you wore told something different. Jake grimaced as the long line of cars started to move. Shifting in your seat, you moved his hand off your thigh and intertwined your fingers. Goosebumps formed on his arm as the cold gemstone of your engagement ring grazed the bare skin of his finger. All you could do was smile and place loving kisses on his knuckles. 

Every year, for a few weeks in October, the Seresin Ranch would open its large iron gates to the public. The pumpkin patch and hayrides were something out of a cheesy romcom, and Nora Seresin ate it up. She made sure the grand opening night would be over the top as soon as she found out her beloved son would be coming home just in time, his best friend right beside him. He recalled something about a new fall themed garden from one of their phone calls. The town was buzzing as soon as word spread. 

Oh if only the town knew. 

“Ready?” Jake asked as he finally pulled into the garage, the truck’s engine a soft rumble. 

The solemness in his features didn’t go unnoticed, and neither did yours. His gaze was trained on the silver band that wrapped around his ring finger. “I’m not ready to take it off,” you matched his glum tone, looking at the slender silver wedding band on yours. 

It was a couple of weeks of bliss; Jake running from his plane, wrapping you in his arms, and begged you to marry him after the almost suicide mission. At first, you thought it was the adrenaline and the cheering crowd on the carrier that boosted his ego, but then he pulled out a ring when the moon took its place in the sky. With phones turned off and lips sworn to a temporary secret, you and Jake shared promises and a loving kiss in a quaint courthouse. 

Jake removed your rings and you removed his before he placed them carefully in the glove compartment. “We’ll tell them tomorrow,” he repeated his promise as the two of you exited the truck. You smoothed down your sundress (you praised mother nature for the perfect Texas fall weather) giving Jake enough time to round the vehicle and guide you to the barn across the path. 

“When my family comes over for breakfast,” you added, smiling at the people happily roaming the ranch. 

“Ma will kill me if I ruin her moment,” he chuckled. It was common knowledge that no Seresin liked their thunder stolen, and what a doozy would it be to announce the elopement of childhood friends. 

Jake’s hand itched at his side as you two walked, his fingers twitching at the feeling of your empty hand next to him. He’d grown accustomed to having you close, fate being an unlikely friend and placing you beside him at every point in your Navy career. He’d always known you, it was hard not to in such a small Texas town. Typically, the whole town would cheer for a pair of best friends falling in love, mothers would roll their eyes and shake their heads while fathers would playfully place bets—it never happened to the two of you. No bets, no playful remarks, surely it came out of nowhere like Jake’s plane emerging from the clouds to save Rooster and Maverick’s lives. 

The large red barn came into view, golden light pouring from the open doors and windows, lively country music coming from the band inside. “Save me a dance?” you asked him playfully as you spotted your parents speaking with his own. 

He grinned and shot you a wink, “Sure, baby.” 

It didn’t take long for a pair of joyous squeals to ring out. You and Jake stood in front of the doors for a whole two seconds before your mothers hugged you and squeezed the daylights out of you. “Hi, mom,” you managed to get out, patting her back. 

“Son,” Jacob Seresin Sr. laughed pridefully, clapping a large hand on Jake’s shoulder. “Good to see you back. I’m proud of you son.” A warmth spread through him, his heart probably couldn’t feel fuller in that moment. His wife wrapped in the arms of his beloved mother, his father speaking about him in such high regard to everyone that would listen—he took a moment to soak it in. He’d lie if anyone asked why his eyes were glossy. 

“Sweetheart, I’m so happy you’re here,” your mother cooed, cupping your face to check for cuts and bruises. 

“Me too, mama,” you giggled, playfully shaking your head to get out of her motherly grasp. 

“Enjoy the event, kids,” Jacob chimed in, raising his amber colored bottle in the air and pointing in the direction of the interior. 

Jake was about to pour out a string of compliments of the event, but then an older woman rushed over; rushing as much as she could for a frail eighty year old woman. She looped a veiny arm around Jake’s and dragged him with a surprising amount of force, muttering something about spiked punch and her granddaughter. He looked back at you with a dramatic pleading face, making you giggle and bite down on your lip to prevent a wide grin. 

Much to your and Jake’s disappointment, that was the last time you interacted the entire evening; whisked away by military veterans dying for a good mission story and older women trying to set you up with their sons and daughters. The band’s country music reverberated off the walls, you smiled, and the mix of elegance and coziness that Jake’s mom was able to achieve. 

You were having your ear talked off by some of your old high school girlfriends, gushing about recent engagements and promotions. Their words sounded fuzzy, your attention was set on the corner of the room which was occupied by a few guys in flannel. Normally that corner was home to loose hay covering the floor; Jake kissed you there for the first time when you were younger, a few days away from leaving for flight school. He threw you into the hay, and you grabbed his wrist to pull him down on top of you. You managed to recall every shade of green and fleck of gold in his irises as he looked at you longingly until they became blurry from how close he got. Your lips still managed to tingle in remembrance. 

He’s alone, you thought happily as you caught his stare, his eyebrows raised hopefully. You uttered a lame excuse and started to cross the large floor to him. The blond started to rise from his seat, ready to give you that dance. An older woman patted your arm, pivoting your direction as she guided you. 

Jake sat back down. 

You shrugged and weakly smiled. 

The dances continued, and the same stories began to shift and change as exhaustion set in. You and Jake almost gave up in trying to find each other after the fourth line dance. His patience wore thin when he reached for your hand but was grabbed by another, and that string almost snapped when the lady with hair as high as the heavens said her daughter was single. Doin’ this for ma, he thought bitterly to himself with clenched fists and gritted teeth.  

There was an ocean of people between you, the opposite walls of the barn holding the two of you up. His eyes locked with yours and your body began to relax. He motioned his head towards the back door, a small smirk on his handsome features. Eagerly nodding your head in response, he walked with urgency towards the wood door. 

Jake finally drew in a breath of relief as darkness covered him like a comfortable blanket. The cold air soothing his lungs, he looked to the sky, breath stolen by brilliant stars. Nothing could compare to the stars in a cloudless Texas sky, not even the ones on a carrier in the middle of the ocean. 

“Jake,” you whispered into the night. His lips immediately turned upward, his gaze looking for you in the dark. He could always pick you out in a crowd and even in the dark; he knew the way you walked, how you held yourself, and your silhouette was something he prided himself on memorizing. 

“You know,” he spoke confidently, making you jump at the volume, “I’ve been waitin’ to get you in my arms all night.” 

He heard you giggle shyly, then he felt your hands press against his chest and slid them down his abs, nails gently dragging along the material. Your hands finally rested on his back, the side of your face pressed in between his defined pecs. “I got three marriage proposals, what about you?” you murmured ss he began to sway from side to side. The same Patsy Cline song he heard from the car now being played by the band, he hummed along before he replied. 

Jake laughed and pressed an amused kiss to the top of your head. “Five. I’m in demand, baby.” 

You shifted in his embrace, worming your arms around his neck and he instinctively gripped your hips. “I have competition,” you joked, looking up. His features were barely visible in the darkness. 

He scoffed jokingly, gently slapping your hips. “Far, far from it. You’re the only one that could get a ring on my finger.” 

“Sap,” you chuckled, rising on your tiptoes to kiss him. Hours without one of his sweet kisses felt like years to you; blame it on the newlywed bliss. His warm hand slid upwards, leaving goosebumps in its wake before he managed to cup the nape of your neck. Your eyes fluttered close, focusing on his touch.

Something illuminated the darkness, making your nose crinkle. Golden lights flickered on, before finally lighting up the space behind the barn. You and Jake’s lips finally parted, still wrapped up in each other's arms as you observed. Fairy lights littered the space, wrapping around large sunflowers and corn stocks while larger lights were hung in the air like a big top tent. Before the fear set in, you thought your husband looked beautiful and he thought the same of you. 

He looked towards the barn, blood turning cold as he saw his mother with her dainty finger on the light switch. Her signature Seresin smirk was displayed proudly, the shake of her head made a heat rush to your face. “Ma-” 

“Save it,” she snickered, waving him off. “I got eyes, son.” 

Jake sheepishly pulled away from you, his fingers twitching. “There’s something we gotta-” 

He was cut off once more, this time by you, “We weren't ready to tell anyone.” He looked down at you in surprise, his lips slightly parted. He was more than ready to tell her about the elopement. 

“Can’t say I’m surprised,” she sighed with a smile, nodding in understanding. “When Jakey came home from his first day of sixth grade talkin’ about a girl in math class. I just knew you were bound to go steady.” 

You and Jake chuckled. “This is still her moment,” you whispered, “We’re not ready for one of her stern talking tos.” 

“Y’all have a nice night,” she winked before going back to the party. 

After a few breaths of relief, Jake took you back in his arms. You hummed at the warmth and nuzzled your face back into his chest, smiling at how fast his heart was racing. "We could have told her," he mumbled. 

"I kinda wanna savor this a little longer." You responded, holding him a little tighter. Jake laughed and put the side of his face on the crown of your head, gently moving you to the music. 

"Till breakfast?" 

"Over your mom's pumpkin pancakes." 

—

"Married!" Your mother's exclaimed at the same time. The table stood still as you and Jake stood at the head of the table, rings displayed proudly on your hands. Jake caught his father slip your dad a fifty-dollar bill, and you watched your siblings share knowing looks with Jake’s sisters. 

“When did this start?” Your dad asked with a grin. 

“Before flight school,” Jake’s older sister answered. 

“In the barn,” his younger sister added. 

“Y’all needed a better hiding spot,” your sister snickered in between bits of her food. 

Nora got up from the table and held your hand, her free one lovingly stroking Jake’s cheek. “We didn’t wanna ruin the party ma… you know how you get,” Jake said lightly. 

 “I see why you didn’t tell me,” she chuckled. “Welcome to the family, sweetie, officially.”

[sorchathered]

Sacred New Beginnings

Chapter 5

A/N- this is NOT a finale guys! After much deliberation I decided I have too much to say for only 3 chapters, so we are on this train until I’m ready to give it up! 😂

Summary- it’s the morning after Mav and Penny’s wedding, and there are revelations to unpack as new drama unfolds.

Song inspo- Sunday kind of love- Etta James, You send me- Sam Cooke, Ironic- Alanis Morissette, Karma- Taylor Swift

Pairing- Jake Seresin x reader (oc Stormy)

Warnings- language, drinking, smut (wrap it up kids) minors dni.

Bradley wakes up to one of the worst hangovers he’s had in his adult life. He made it home and proceeded to drain most of his liquor cabinet after the wedding, it had been a bad day all around and seeing you and Jake wrapped up in each others arms after years of worrying was the icing on the cake. He knew logically he had no room to be pissed off, you knew everything now and there would be no salvaging your love life. He had hoped to explain it himself, maybe find a way to convince you it was nothing but in reality he knew that wasn’t the case. He’d continued a relationship with Mirage after you left, whether or not it was just sex didn’t really matter, he’d slept with someone else. His therapist had told him weeks ago that he believed Bradley was in love with the idea of love and having a family, less in the people he was in relationships with and while it had hurt to hear he knew somewhere in him it was true.

He’d loved the attention and adoration from his partners, and some part of him had loved Stormy once; but the two of you disagreed fundamentally on so many things. You were career driven, he wanted you to retire in the next 5 years so you could start a family, he wanted to stay in California and you had always dreamed of settling down south near your grandmother’s old home. When he’d seen you becoming more successful than him it had set a fire in him and he used it to burn your relationship to the ground. He didn’t deserve you, and he certainly didn’t get to dictate who you chose to be with after him.

As he stumbled through the house to let out his dog he appraised the damage. His clothes were scattered everywhere, liquor cabinet raided and somehow he’d left the fridge open. He was a mess right now, if his mother could see him she’d be so disappointed. He finally finds his phone in the couch cushions, messages and missed calls from Nat and Rueben clogging his notifications. He couldn’t dig into all of that right now, so he just called Nat to let him know he was ok, yanking the phone from his ear as she screamed into the phone.

“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!”

“Jesus dude I was asleep what the hell is wrong? You have a key you could’ve just come over if it’s that serious, who died?”

“Bradley. You haven’t been on instagram today have you?”

“No, but I already know about Jake and Stormy so if they went instagram official I’d rather not-“

“Wait what?! Never mind that’s not what this is about. You need to go to Mirage’s profile, right now.”

Bradley scrolls through the app and clicks on her profile, expecting to see she decided to stop waiting on him and find a boyfriend now or something stupid like that, only to be met with a carousel of photos. Pictures of the two of them, and at the end a picture of a pregnancy test, two pink lines confirming something he never dreamed of. Not only had she hard launched them, but she also told the world he was going to be a father…without confirming with him first. He was fucked.

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Meanwhile on the other side of North Island Jake is waking up to his version of heaven. His bed may be empty but he can hear the soft sound of you singing, and the smell of coffee and pancakes has him wandering down the hall. Your hair is in a messy knot, you’ve got one of his Texas longhorn t shirts on and you and Patsy Cline are crooning “Walking after midnight.” Flitting back and forth between chopping fruit and flipping pancakes, you sway to the song (your grandmother’s favorite) and he’s sure this is the best morning of his life. He sneaks up behind you to spin you and you shriek and giggle, swatting him with the spatula as he kisses your cheeks and forehead.

“Morning Tex, how’d you sleep?” You say with a big grin, running your free hand over his tanned torso and you catch him close his eyes and shiver into your touch.

“Mm, I’ll be honest darlin’ might have been the best night of sleep in my whole life, ‘cept I woke up alone and almost thought you were a dream.” He plucks the spatula from your hand and hip bumps you away from the stove, taking over your spot cooking and you make your way to the coffee pot to pour him a mug.

“I uh- I cancelled my flight for this afternoon” you’re trying to be nonchalant about it but you can tell by the way his head snaps up he is holding on to your every word.

“And I may have asked Uncle Beau for a favor and extended my leave for the rest of the week… I hope that’s ok, I’m not ready to leave you yet.”

You look a little nervous as he turns the stove off and looks at you, but he takes two big strides and yanks you into his arms, pulling at your (his) shirt and kissing you hard and you know you had nothing to worry about.

You both laugh into each other’s mouths, he’s hoisted you into his arms and delicately places you on the kitchen table, rucking your shirt above your breasts as he nips and sucks on the exposed skin.

“Jake- breakfast” you breathe out and he grins up at you between your thighs

“I want you for breakfast first baby, then we can have pancakes. Be a good girl and take it ok?”

He brings you to your release three times before he lets you up, grabbing the plates from the counter and sitting you in his lap. Between bites you reach into his shorts and pull him free lining yourself up with him and he hisses into your mouth.

“What’re you up to sweet thing?”

“Shhh, wanna be close baby, need you”

You take turns feeding each other while you slowly rock yourself on Jake, and it definitely is the best morning either of you have ever had.

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Neither of you had even touched your phones since you left the wedding the night before, it was nearing 5 pm and you had spent the day watching movies and letting Jake fuck you in every room of his house, finally deciding the two of you needed to eat you dragged yourself to his room to get your phone off the charger to order takeout. When you turned your phone on you were bombarded with notifications, nearly deciding to just turn it back off once you noticed you had a notification from Bradley. You ordered dinner and continued to ignore the overwhelming amount of messages, annoyance etched on your face when you came back to the living room, and Jake reached for your phone already knowing you wouldn’t want to pop the perfect bubble of the day.

“You don’t have to look at any of this shit today if you don’t want to y/n, we can worry about it tomorrow.”

You sighed and ran your hand over your face, it wasn’t that easy even if he tried to make it that way. “Will you just look for me? Tell Nat I’m not interested in hashing out the drama tonight and we can talk at lunch.”

He nodded and scrolled through, but as you watched his face you immediately knew something was wrong.

“Ok maybe you do need to tell me, what happened? Is someone hurt?”

He shook his head but looked almost nauseous, so you yanked the phone from his hands, he didn’t even bother to try and keep it from you.

On the screen was almost 30 messages from Phoenix, begging you not to check instagram. It had been hours since her last message but she seemed insistent that you call her first. She picked up on the first ring, screeching into the phone before you could say anything.

“Jesus! Where the fuck have you been Stormy? I had half a mind to come over to Hangman’s to beat the door down.”

“We decided to shut our phones off, sorry Tash. What is wrong? Please tell me everyone is ok.”

“Everyone’s safe, it’s not that kind of emergency. But it’s not good y/n. Bradley apparently saw the two of you last night, and then…”

“Then what? What Nat?”

“Y/n…Mirage is pregnant.”

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You knew it was the wrong way to respond, Jake had dropped his fork right out of his mouth at Nat’s declaration; that definitely seemed like more of a normal response. You on the other hand looked unhinged as doubled over in laughter, gasping for air as tears poured from your eyes.

“Seresin, what’s happening? Is- is she laughing?”

Jake looks at you like you have 3 heads but still manages to take your phone from your shaking form,

“Yeah Phoenix it looks like it”

“Do we need to be worried?”

“Too soon to tell, let me figure this shit out and we’ll call you later.”

He hangs up and takes your hand, you’re coming down from it now as you swipe the tears from your face, still trying to stifle giggles.

“Oh God,” you gasp out “I’m so sorry, but you seriously can’t make this shit up can you?” You erupt into another round of giggles and now Jake can’t help but join in, this really is a shitshow.

Finally you settle and he looks at you with concern, but you wave him off and move your take out boxes to the coffee table as you scoot into his lap. Running your hands through his hair you lean in to kiss him and as much as he doesn’t want to he pulls back to get you to look at him.

“I’ll let you bury yourself in me if you need baby but you still gotta talk to me ok? What’s going on in that pretty head?”

You shake your head at him and peck his lips, you knew he wouldn’t let you get away with pushing it aside.

“Is it strange that I almost feel bad for him? He’s burned his whole world down, knowing what I know now I would never want to be around him let alone with him again, and while I have thrived in his absence he just keeps ruining his life. I don’t miss him, but I pity him. Does that make sense?”

It’s definitely not the response he expected, he thought you’d be hurt and that it would rehash all the emotional damage you’d dealt with, he can’t help but be impressed.

“You’re taking this a whole lot better than I thought sugar, I gotta be honest.”

You pull him close as you straddle his hips, running your nose along his cheekbone and press kisses to his face.

“Like I told you, I don’t miss him. I don’t want him. I want you. This isn’t avoidance Jake, I moved on and I want to spend the rest of my life with you if that’s what you want too. So can we stop worrying about Rooster and his emotional bullshit and just go back to being us?”

He lets you take the lead, settling into the couch with you and switching the long forgotten movie back on, whatever his wingman’s problems are don’t include him after all. He’s got bigger things on his mind, like getting you back to San Diego or requesting a transfer to Pensacola. Maybe getting the two of you a bigger house with a yard, a dog or two and a backyard big enough to fill with your own kids. As he falls asleep trapped under your warm embrace visions of what could be dance behind his eyes, and he makes a mental note to ask his mother for Grandma Seresin’s engagement ring.

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[infernalodie]

𝐒𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞 || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞

“𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘢𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘵? 𝘐𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘯' 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘺“

Inspo: Russ - Seduce

Pairing: Madelyn Cline x Fem!reader

Summary: You wanted Madelyn at every moment of every day.

Warnings: Oral, semi-public, and fingering

Words: 915

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

“Y/n, not right now.” Madelyn’s words may have protested against your actions; lips sucking at her neck as the two of you stood in line to board your plane, she couldn’t hold back the faintest smiles on her lips.

Ever since you woke up this morning, you have been needy of some action. Of course, Hailee couldn’t risk a quick fuck when she needed to be in New York for filming. But you had nearly convinced her when you woke her up with your tongue deep inside of her. Damn near on the edge of giving her the sweetest climax she would ever experience.

But that was 2 hours ago and you had been as patient as possible. Time was ticking and your patience was growing thinner with how much Madelyn was denying you the satisfaction of making her cum. You knew it was only a moment before Madelyn would soon be the one begging for it. It was now just waiting and trying to convince her.

“You got us first-class, yeah?” Your words were muffled by your lips continuing to graze across her neck. Tongue peeking out to lick a short stripe that you knew would make Madelyn blush. And you were right when you saw her ears turn beat red. A growing pride built in your stomach as your arms around her waist tightened until she was flush with your chest.

“Will that make you detach yourself from me?”

“No.”

“Then yes, I got us first-class seats.”

A sizeable grin formed on your lips as your mind already began to think of all the possible things you could do. Madelyn glanced at you and could tell by how your eyes narrowed slightly that your mind was beginning to work with lustful intent. Not that she was complaining, but it sometimes left her on edge. Having to prepare herself for any moment that might occur with you seeking to please her.

And the decision you made to give her the space to operate properly only built excitement in her body. Getting onto the plane and finding your guys’ seats. Settling down and going through the process of buckling up and waiting for the plane to take off.

Once it had, you had retrieved a blanket from your bag and unbuckled your seatbelt. No one else was in the other aisle of seats and your guy’s seat had sizable blockers from anyone seeing the two of you. So, you threw the blanket over your head and dropped to the floor on your knees.

Madelyn noticed and frowned. “Y/n, what are you-” She gasped when you forced her legs apart and began to pull her sweatpants down. “Y/n! Wait a sec-” Again, her words were interrupted by your fingers pushing her lace panties out of the way with your fingers pushing past her plushy pink entrance. A shaky moan emitted from her lips as you slowly fingered her with a grin.

“Shut up and enjoy it, Madi.” Madelyn bit down on her bottom lip, laying a hand on your head and pushing you towards her dripping heat. You welcomed it willingly and dragged your tongue through her soaked folds. The hem of the blanket is pulled back to reveal your gaze ready to connect with hers. And you were happy to see the blissed-out expression that covered Madelyn’s face.

Your fingers worked magic on her pussy when your lips wrapped around her puffy clit. Sucking gingerly with your fingers increasing speed. And the moans that fell from her lips only encouraged you to continue and go faster. She may feel selfish because you are only ever making her feel good, but you were the one being selfish. Nothing could taste as good as her and you were determined to acquire this taste for as long as you could.

Pushing a third finger inside of her, Madelyn gasped. “Holy fuck!” She hissed, eyes rolling back as her hips began to roll. Smearing your face in her heat that was slowly becoming a drug you needed more and more. Stuffing your face deeper with you sucking harder on her clit. Hearing the hushed whispers of your name fall from her lips with slight pleas.

But before you could continue, Madelyn quickly grabbed the hem of the blanket and placed it back over your face. Earning an annoyed grumble from you as you continued to eat out her pussy. “Hello, can I get you anything to drink?” A stewardess inquired Madelyn, who smiled as politely and normally as she could without giving anything away.

“Uh, n-no I should be-” Madelyn had to pause at the sudden fourth finger you pushed into her. Causing her lips to part with a choked moan falling from her lips. “-I’ll be good!”

The stewardess stared at her for a few moments, but nodded and continued on. Once she was out of earshot, Madelyn lifted the blanket to reveal your devilish grin. Wiping it away with her pulling you incredibly closer with a whimper.

Curling your fingers, you felt her velvet walls clamp around your fingers that were knuckled deep inside her. And when her orgasm hit her, one of her hands clamped itself over her mouth. Muffling the cry that fell from her lips as you slowly worked her over until she a sweating and panting mess. Falling back to your seat with you smiling widely at the exhaustion written on her face.

“I always get what I want, Madi.”

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N = I've been on a really weird music kick - for me, anyway. Stuff like Otis Redding, Etta James, Solomon Burke, Bill Withers. And originally, I had Sanemi as the leading man. This goes along with For The Record a little bit in that the music is similar. I may keep trying to work on these damn things until I feel like I've gotten it right. Maybe I'll start a small collection or something where these older songs inspire me to write. Idk. Funny blip, I actually typed out 'Nemi at one part instead of 'Nami. Could you imagine? Living with both men, fucking Nanami and you say 'Nemi or the other way around. Sanemi and say 'Nami. They're so close. It's the perfect threesome. Hmm.

C/W = Sex. Overused italics. Spanking with panties. Nothing too horrific. But ... MDNI.

Sir 'Nami

You stood at the kitchen sink, mindlessly preparing the green beans you were going to cook with dinner. Your favorite mix, the one Nanami made for you, was playing over the inlaid speakers in the ceiling as you swung your hips from side-to-side to Misty Blue.

Nanami had good taste in everything; Clothes, music, cars, houses, investments. Right down to his toothpaste.

You were about halfway through the bag of beans when the garage door opened.

He was home at 5:19, just like he always was. Unless he had to put in some overtime.

He pulled into the driveway, ready to park the car away for the weekend, gathered up his briefcase and anything else he'd need and came in through the door to the side entryway.

You never cease to amaze him.

At first it was day after day, then weeks turned to months and months turned to years. Tonight is your 5 year anniversary and you still look at him with that same warm, sweet smile when he comes in and kicks off his work shoes for his house slippers.

He looks forward to it every evening. And he's elated every evening when he sees you standing there to greet him.

You act like newlyweds whenever you're together. In public places or in the privacy of your own home. Always kissing on the other, holding waists and hands, interlocking arms as the pair of you cross the street.

"Smells good, swee'heart." Nanami says as he stands behind you and joins you in the swaying. Turn Me On now playing softly through the air.

"Thank you, 'Nami. I missed you today, y'know that?" You said, turning around to face him.

He leaned down and put his head in the crook of your neck and took a deep breath in. "I'll never get over how lucky I am to have landed you, y'know that?" His arms wrapped around your aproned body; one around your waist, the other on your butt.

You pulled your head to the side and looked at him quizzically. "How you ... landed me?"

He kept his face in your neck, not bothered by the weird look you gave him. He didn't want to have to defend his choices to the woman he loved with all of his heart.

"Hmmm mhmm." He hummed. "You just have to accept it, darling. I'm the lucky one here."

Your arms made their way to rest around his neck, the two of you still swaying together. 'Crazy' by Patsy Cline, filling your ears as you stood with your husband in your custom-built home that he gave to you on your wedding night.

"I have to accept it, huh?" You said playfully as you nudged his face with your nose to rest against yours. "Well, you are the man of the house. Whatever you say goes, I s'pose."

"I may be the man of the house, but you're queen of the castle."

He untied the apron strings from where they sat at your belly and hung it carefully in the pantry. A place for everything and everything in its place, he'd always say.

"Whoo! 'Nami!" He scooped you up in his arms and carried you bridal-style to your king size bed. Laying you down so gently like you'd break any other way he released you from his hold.

"It's Friday, my love." He said just as calmly as he'd say anything else. "We have the whole weekend to do whatever we want." He kissed between the knuckles on your hands, looking up at you as his lips brushed your soft skin there.

You played dumb. "I - no, it's Thursday, 'Nami. You're losing your mind. Come, let me show you the calendar."

He pulled you back down as you tried to stand from the bed.

"Mm-mm. I know it's Friday. I have been living for this day since Sunday. Now," he began to nuzzle into your chest and kiss your collarbone, "what sort of trouble can we get ourselves into this weekend?"

He had the dress pulled down off of your shoulder by now. Licking little circles into your exposed skin before he kisses it all away and starts over.

"We could ..." he continued as his hand slid from your knee to your thigh so lightly it gave you goosebumps, "go to dinner?"

You scooted back a little on the bed, "'Nami, I almost have dinner ready to cook."

"That's right, that's right, darling, forgive my thoughtlessness." His fingers were squeezing the fattest part of your thigh now, his kisses trailed down further toward your breasts.

"Mm," you said, breathing a little harder now. "I - I don't know, honey. I mmm ... I might have to punish you for your foolishness." Your fingers found their way into his belt buckle and you started to toy around with it.

"'Nami, do it ... do the thing you do." Your face got a devilish little look on it as you tilted your chin and looked up at him.

Nanami stood and undid his belt with his right hand and ripped it from around his waist. How hard he already was became more evident as the seconds passed.

Now on your knees in front of him. "Please, sir, please give me your belt." You begged. You were ready for anything, even if it meant being submissive to your husband.

"I can do that, my love, but I think I have a better idea." He pulled his belt back up to his pants and tucked it into the pocket.

"You wanna know what I want to do to you, sweetheart?" He was pulling at the button on his pants now.

"Yes, sir. Tell me."

"I want to lay you down on your back," he said as he did just that. "I want to take my belt and tie your wrists together. And I want to take your pretty panties off and spank you with them."

Your mouth was open in anticipation. "Sir, please."

He pulled the panties from your waist and rolled them up to the top of his fist. "Don't worry, my love. I'll be gentle at first."

He tied your wrists together with his belt and then pulled the panties out from his fist.

"Are you ready, my darling?" He asked.

You nodded your head in agreement.

He brought the panties down on your backside with a loud crack.

"Oh! Sir, please. Again."

He spanked you again, harder this time.

"Mmhm, yes. Again, please."

He hit you again and again and again. Each time you would beg for him to do it harder.

You could feel yourself getting wetter with each slap.

He stopped after a while and flipped you onto your back. Your pussy was throbbing, begging for his touch.

He leaned down and kissed your lips softly, his hands tracing your body. He trailed his tongue down to your chest, leaving a wet trail in his wake.

His fingers found their way to your clit, circling around it gently before slipping a finger inside your folds.

"’Nami, fuck me." You said, trying not to sound as desperate as you were feeling.

He pulled his pants off and threw them to the floor.

His cock was rock solid.

He grabbed your panties from the bed and rubbed the head of his dick with them before tossing them to the side.

He lined himself up with your entrance and pushed himself inside you.

"Ohhhh, yes’sir." You moaned as you felt his cock fill you up.

He started thrusting in and out of you, slow and steady at first.

You could feel yourself getting wetter with every thrust.

"Ohhh, sir, please fuck me harder." You begged.

He picked up the pace and started fucking you faster.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes. 'Nami oh my fucking god ..."

He grabbed your tits in his hands and started kneading them, his cock still pounding away at you.

You were so close to cumming, you could feel it building up inside you.

"Sir, m’gonna cum. Please ...?"

"Go ahead, baby. Cum for me." He said as he fucked you even harder.

You came with a loud moan, your whole body shaking.

Nanami came right after you, his dick twitching as he filled you up.

He collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily.

"Fuck, 'Nami." You said as you looked at him with a smile. "That was incredible."

"Yeah," he said as he kissed your cheek. "It really was. Thank you for letting me have my way with you, baby." He chuckled.

You both lay there for a while, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies.

After a while, you got up and started to get dressed. You had dinner to cook, after all.

As you walked to the kitchen, you couldn't help but think about how lucky you were to have a man like Nanami in your life. He was everything you could ever hope for. 

[oh-puffle-cakes19]

Christmas Fanfic list

Day 1 - Fluff - Snow Angel - Rafe Cameron

Day 2 - Smut - Ginger Bread man - Pope Heyward

Day 3 - Smut - Santa’s little secret - JJ Maybank

Day 4 - Fluff - Fluffy Penguins - Kiara Carrera

Day 5 - Fluff - Hot Chocolate + CoCo - Chase Stokes

Day 6 - Fluff - Covered in Snow - JJ Maybank

Day 7 - Smut - Icing on the cake - Rafe Cameron

Day 8 - Smut - Secret presents - Madelyn Cline

Day 9 - Fluff - Fairy lights on the tree - Sarah Cameron

Day 10 - Fluff - Dancing Elf - Pope Heyward

Day 11 - Smut - Angel Delight - Rudy Pankow

Day 12 - Fluff - Your reindeer - Chase Stokes

Day 13 - Fluff - Are you in my Pjs? - John B

Day 14 - Smut - Falling in deep - JJ Maybank

Day 15 - Smut - My snow flake - Sarah Cameron

Day 16 - Smut - Cookies + cream - John B

Day 17 - Fluff - Gold and silver tinsel - Drew Starkey

Day 18 - Smut - Decoration box - John B

Day 19 - Smut - My Christmas list - JJ Maybank

Day 20 - Fluff - Sing a holly jolly song - Rudy Pankow

Day 21 - Smut - Breaking the ice - John B and JJ

Day 22 - Smut - Let me warm you - Kiara Carrera

Day 23 - Fluff - Peppermint stars - Sarah Cameron

Day 24 - Smut - wrapped up for you - Chase Stokes

Day 25 - Smut - Milk + Cookies - JJ, John B, Sarah

[theinquisitxor]

June 2024 Reading Wrap Up

I read six (6) books in June, and was able to get through most of what I wanted to read. I ended up reading several books that all take place in Britain, in a similar time-frame, which was completely coincidental. I read 4 fantasy, 1 historical fiction, and 1 nonfiction.

1.The Magician's Daughter by HG Parry (5 stars) This was a delightful standalone novel that is a coming of age story set in Edwardian era in England. When I first read the blurb about this novel, I thought it was going to be a retelling of The Tempest. It is not-- but it is an original story yet classic in its own way. While I would consider this a 'cozy fantasy' it does have its darker moments. I also really enjoyed the lack of romance in this book.

2 & 3. The Greenhollow Duology by Emily Tesh (4/5 stars) This was my Random TBR Pick for the month of June, which I was very happy about since this duology has been on my tbr since 2020. This was exactly what I was expecting- folkloric, woodsy, queer novellas following fairy lore and mythology. I'm glad I finally picked this up!

4.1177 BC: The Year Civilization Collapsed by Eric H. Cline: this was my nonfiction book for the month, and this book takes a look at how an ancient civilization collapsed, and ushered in the first 'dark age'.

5. The Essex Serpent by Sarah Perry (4/5 stars) I found this to be a very atmospheric period novel set in Essex in the 1890s. This is the type of novel where you can tell the author did a lot of research on the time period, and I felt transported right into the time period. Each character was very distinct and different from each other, and I enjoyed the hint of the fantastic in the novel surrounding the Essex Serpent.

6.The Blade Itself by Joe Abercrombie (3/5 stars) My brother got me the series for my birthday, after he read the books and enjoyed them. I will admit, that this type of fantasy is not necessarily my favorite, but I wanted to give this series a chance. I thought it was fine overall, but I can tell it's not my cup of tea. I have seen things about the second and third books being better than book 1, so I am hoping to continue. Glokta is my favorite and I would start book 2 just for him.

I have also been reading River Horse: A Voyage Across America this month too, but I've only been reading a few chapters at a time. This is a travel narrative about a man who traveled across the US by river. I'm enjoying it so far!

Those are the books I finished this month!

Books I'm hoping to read in July:

The Stardust Thief by Chelsea Abdullah

A Memory Called Empire by Arkady Martine

Daughter of the Forest by Juliet Marillier

Equal Rites by Terry Pratchett

Thief Mage, Beggar Mage by Cat Hellison

Charmed Life by Diana Wynne Jones

second First Law book by Joe Abercrombie

finish River Horse by William Least Heat-Moon

Most of these I have access to the audiobooks, so I'm hoping to read at least one via audio. I kinda fell off reading audiobook lately, so I want to get back into it.

[shorttnsweet]

“… Wrapping up this season, there was a sense of looming finality. The timing is right. I feel ready to differentiate myself, to explore new spaces and have some wonder about stories that I haven’t been a part of telling.” Madelyn Cline via C Magazine

[relapsed-slut]

The days blurred, each one starting the same way, waking from a half remembered dream, starring at a screen that had long since gone to sleep, more and more she felt awkward standing, awkward walking the way her milk laden udders shook and pulled at her body, it felt alien to wrap them in her bra, a task that grew more and more difficult as they swelled in size and grew in sensitivity, her nipple grazed the soft fabric of her cups and she could barely hold back a moan that threatened to spund suspiciously like a moo, somehow she managed each day, she showered, she stroked she came and she dressed and for each day thay feeling, the stroking on the back of her neck grew, the moments of dazed confusion stretched out linger and longer, her daydream fantasies grew more and more vivid, one morning she pushed herself up from the desk her soaked panties and jeans clining to her sensitive sex, she whimpered as her udder shifted in her bra, the sudden titillation stole her balance and she dropped gently to the floor, crawling on all fours. In that moment her body seemed to implode, a sudden rush of pleasure surged around her clit, a sublime reward for crawling, for indulging in her true nature, she mooed ecstatically as the sensations spread accross her body, momentarily lost humping the air, her soft eyes rolled back.

She woke in the shower, soaping her sensitive udders, the morning was a vague haze that only seem to grow more and more fuzzy as her fingers dug into the flesh of her udders, pushing away her cow memories and focusing her human brain, shaking, trembling and flushed she stepped from the shower, it took all her focus to keep her mind from slipping as she towelled off, whimpering as the soft towel caressed her bare nipples, the doorbell rang, the door opened, a towel clinging awkwardly to her chest as she accepted the amazon parcel, she smiled, she signed and just as the door closed the amazon driver could have sworn.

She mooed

-J

Enjoying yourself Bessy?

I want this as my life so badly 😭 🥵

[adelaidedrubman]

MUSIC MONEY + WAY TOO MUCH WIP

i was tagged by my loves @simplegenius042 @shallow-gravy for music monday, thank you!

have been recently possessed to do some finishing damage to my spotify wrapped by working on the america’s sweetheart verse playlist, so here is track number one from that. sorry after so many weeks of no music monday to let everyone down by not having a hl&s fishing themed song to share, but it is at least still 90s country and my favorite kind of jestiny soundtrack feature: songs with innocuous upbeat lyrics that become extremely dark when actually applied to her situation

she used to tie her hair up in ribbons and bows / sign her letters with x’s and o’s / got a picture of her mama in heels and pearls / she’s gonna make it in her daddy’s world / she’s an american girl / an american girl / well, she’s got her god / and she’s got good wine / aretha franklin and patsy cline

aaaaaand here’s some america’s sweetheart actually dotting her letters with xxx’s and ooo’s. pretty lengthy excerpt, so reminder there’s always no pressure to read! also warnings for vulgar sexual banter and references to sexual situations, psychological and emotional manipulation, passing reference to retaliatory leaking of intimate messages, and jestiny catchall warning

Jestiny’s shoulders shook hunched over the table as her laughter deepened into low booms shaking through the flimsy walls of the trailer, half hugging herself as she looked up at Andrea with eyes bulging wide and gilded with a hot blaze of mania. 

Her laughter sputtered to a stop with a punctuating snort as her smile tightened and tugged to the side, her teeth digging into the scarlet painted plump of her bottom lip and a dimple sinking into her cheek. “Pretty fuckin’ good, right?”

“Good? Good? It’s deranged, Jestiny,” Andrea said plain and clear, lowering herself to sit atop the coffee table so that she was eye level with Jestiny. “You’re using a pen name to send sexually explicit love letters to an incarcerated mass murderer who kidnapped and tortured you. That’s the least ‘good’ sentence I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s like, a gag —” she replied with a wave of her arm and a few huffs of laughter that sounded far more strained this time. “Don’t you get it? I’m catfishing him!” She tapped her fingers against the pages in a short, frantic drumroll. “Did you know it was called that, by the way? Catfishing? Flynn taught me that. It’s pretty —”

“Jestiny, I fail to see the humor in —”

“And you know they also call it ‘phishing’ when they send you those fake emails that steal your password and give you a virus? It’s like, how do you fish with a computer —”

Yes, of course Andrea knew — she was the sender of most of the emails, anytime she needed to lock Jestiny out of her social media accounts. 

“Why the hell would you even want to catfish him?”

“Well, why the hell do people go actual fishing, for that matter?” she asked with a frustrated roll of her eyes. “Why do people put in the work of buying a rod and baiting a hook to catch something they could have probably saved money just picking up at the fuckin’ supermarket? Why do people do anything?’’ She shrugged. “I did it because I knew he’d fall for it.”

“Why —” Andrea asked with eyes still pleading for a real answer, because that might have been the closest thing she’d ever heard to honesty from Jestiny, and maybe not all hope was lost after all, “Why would you even want him to fall for it? What were you hoping to gain?”

“I don’t know, I —” she threw her arms up into the air; rolled her eyes more dramatically. “Build his trust up, then see how far I could push it. Maybe it’s one of those situations where over the years I lure him into confessing to a bunch of unsolved murders nobody’s pinned on him yet. Win an investigative journalism award and get a bunch of headlines about how brave I am for facing my own trauma to bring closures to other families, or what the fuck ever. Maybe I just humiliate him by leaking his Dear Penitentiary House letters to the tabloids. I’ll play it by ear.”

“So you started doing this — paid for a P.O. Box under a fake name in a city two-thousand miles away from where you live — without even having a desired end result in mind?”

“No, my end result just so happens to be a moving target.”

“And why would you catfish him with the name Gertrude Winston?”

She scoffed, easy and airy, the third roll of eyes once again softened to playfulness by a sweet flutter of her lashes. 

“Well what name would you have wanted me to use, Andrea?” she asked with a gentle, patronizing rise. “Would you rather I had fucking wrote him saying I’m Madison Hughetits — a happy and successful heiress and model in LA, until I saw him on TV and felt suddenly I would find it far more fulfilling to be a stay at home mom to a prison baby conceived from ninety seconds of under the table visitation room action?”

“I would rather you not write to John Seed at all, per —”

“He woulda seen straight through something like that,” she continued undeterred, tapping two fingers against her temple. “But a letter from Gertrude — a lonely older widow from Clearwater who thought he sounded very polite when he spoke to the judge and had sad eyes that made her wonder what his childhood was like?” 

Jestiny dropped the fingers from her head with a swift snap, swooping the hand down to jab against the stack of papers in the same motion. “That’s someone he writes back to. Someone he feels safe telling things to, because he thinks she’ll just feel so special he’s paying her attention at all. Someone he opens up to, because she’d never dare betray him. Gertrude gets results.”

Andrea’s jaw dropped, in spite of herself. Jestiny always found a way to shatter her normally unwavering professionalism. “You —”

“Now, of course, I did send him a few of the Madison Hughetits style ones, so he’d feel smart for seeing through ’em and let his guard —”

“You need help,” Andrea interrupted in stern command, desperately trying to keep a firm grasp on the reins of the conversation. “I mean it, Jestiny. This is…” She shook her head, gesturing towards the pages. “This is beyond the pale, even for you. You need serious help. Whatever is going on in that head of yours, you — You need to share it with a mental health professional. Please. You need help.”

Jestiny scratched her nose, rubbing a hand across her mouth as she scanned the pages. She looked back up at Andrea with two slow, owlish blinks of confusion. 

“I read that BetterHelp ad on the podcast just last week.” She tilted her head to the side, brow furrowing with hurt that looked oddly genuine. “Do you not even listen to my podcast?”

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[twinnedpeaks]

ok it’s time for elvira’s yearly reading wrap up! best and worst of 2023:

worst:

the cabin at the end of the world, paul tremblay - disappointing. could have been so good but, alas, was not.

the silent patient, alex michaelides - quite possibly my least favourite of the year. people were telling me how shocking it was and how it had a huge plottwist. this plottwist was predictable from PAGE ONE. please.

the grimoire of grave fates - i remember nothing except being bored.

hide, keirsten white - i hate when horror is bad <3

filth, irvine welsh - okok my second attempt at reading irvine welsh. i liked parts of this book but not enough to even slightly enjoy it as a whole.

finnegans wake, james joyce - i wasn’t sure whether this should go in best or worst honestly. such a huge phenomenon, purely because it’s “unreadable”. i still don’t know how to feel.

best:

12 bytes, jeanette winterson - miss winterson can do no wrong in my eyes. brilliant reflections on technology, written beautifully.

new animal, ella baxter - just SUCH a good time!! great novel on grief and sexuality.

the gilded wolves, roshani chokshi - i’m very picky about my fantasy books, but i fell in love with this trilogy so fast. the characters are incredible and diverse, and finding a canonically autistic character meant a lot to me.

tripping arcadia, kit mayquist - creepy, gorgeous, has not left my mind. i can’t even explain it, it is just an Experience. Go read it.

how to sell a haunted house, grady hendrix - FUN HORROR!! HAUNTED HOUSE!! EVIL PUPPET!!

when we lost our heads, heather o’neill - lesbian marie antoinette historical fiction? yes.

no longer human, osamu dazai - gorgeous tale of existence and misery. loved loved this one.

i who have never known men, jacqueline harpman - heartbreaking and real. one of those books i think everyone should read.

patricia wants to cuddle, samantha allen - lesbians and furry little monsters. weird as fuck and so funny.

penance, eliza clark - reflections on true crime and the rivalries between teenage girls. gruesome and fascinating.

not forever but for now, chuck palahniuk - MY MAN RETURNED!!!! and i am so goddamn grateful. nauseating but stunning. masterpiece as always.

house of hunger, alexis henderson - gothic vampire novel with a touch of haunted house story and eerie lesbians.

sign here, claudia lux - one of the funniest books i’ve read in a LONG time. selling your soul to the devil is basically the same as working for capitalist organizations.

the child thief, gerald brom - HORRIFYING version of peter pan. brom always makes me utterly nauseous and i am ovsessed with him in every way.

the girls, emma cline - 60’s cult vibes, true crime, just a solid piece of literature.

angels before man, rafael nicolas - basically gay bible. 10/10.

silver under nightfall, rin chupeco - poly queer vampires. gritty gore. amazing world building. cannot WAIT for the sequel.

none shall sleep, ellie marney - me? enjoying crime fiction from someone other than karin slaughter or tana french? it IS, apparently, possible.

house of leaves, mark z danielewski - IT IS ABOUT! THE! SYMBOLISM! I WANT TO YELL.

[another-identityofmine]

———You Belong To Me———

Summary: Y/N & Elvis, are childhood best friends, Y/N starts to develop feelings the more and more they grow. A few years after Highschool, Elvis gets married, and Y/N graduates for a teacher’s degree, they grow more distant when Elvis moves away with his newly family. Y/N is left with memories and postcards in her empty and lonely home. As life goes on, the pair unexpectedly reunite a few years later for a parent-teacher conference.

warnings: not proofread

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It was just yesterday we were licking up lemonade flavored popsicles on the sidewalk of our favorite diner. Now here we are, in 7th grade. Humming along our favorite tune, studying in my room. I glance over at Elvis as he mutters the vocabulary, I laugh softly, and lean my cheek against my fist. He kneels over the edge of my bed, stuck on focusing to pass the test. While I’m over here, swinging me feet in the air, laying on my stomach, fantasizing our life together.

I speak up and then laugh, “hey E? What’s your plans like…after Junior high?” I say with a raised brow, looking over at him. His head perks up at me, and smiles gently. His pearly whites on display, and his blue eyes catching mine.

“why, Highschool, Of course”, He snickers and rolls his eyes, shaking his head and bring his attention back to his book. I scoff and roll my eyes playfully. “I know that, but I mean like…what do you see happening after school and all? What’s then?” I say, actually curious.

He shrugs and scratches the back of his head, sighing. “Look, I dunno. It’s whatever. I mean, I’m over here trying to pass this damn grade.” I laugh and nod slowly in agreement. “Hm I suppose you’re right.” I say breathlessly, and roll over to my back, lifting a book in the air. “I just hope we stay best friends.” I say with a hopefully tone, but in the back of my head, I wish we become more than that.

He smiles and nods, “course, stop thinking like that.” He mutters and reaches over to ruffle through my hair. I shriek and try to swat his hands away. “Hey! Stop that! I just brushed it down!” I laugh and push his hands away. “Oh? Well then that adds to my reason to mess it up.” He grins and then brings both his hands, messing up my hair. I giggle and we try to wrestle around and we finally stop, then moving our attention back to studying.

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Fastforward to 2 years later, 1st Day of Highschool

“Ya ready?” Elvis calls out from the hallway, as I slip on my yellow, flower patterned dress. I hum in approval, glancing over at my reflection in the mirror. “Yup!” I call out, fluffing my hair a little and then nodding to myself. I walk out of the door to find Elvis now over at the front door, tapping his foot in both impatience and excitement. His eyes drift up to meet mine and he smiles. “C’mon you’ve been spending a whole lotta years in that damn room.” He snickers and passes over my school bag, I roll my eyes and scoff. “Oh whatever.” As we walk out the front door, moving on our way to school, I bite my lip and glance over at him. There’s a moment of silence as I take in his outfit. He wears faded-black, scruffy pants with his white, button-up shirt tucked into his waistband. I smile and break the silence.

“Ya look nice, E.” I perk up, he smiles and looks up at me. Finally breaking eye contact with the sidewalk, his blue, adoring eyes meeting mine. “Thanks…ya look might pretty too.” I laugh softly and hum, I look off to the side. “T-thank you.” I say quietly as I blush deeply.

Those round apple cheeks, how I just wanna ki-

My thoughts are interrupted as Elvis then sides along me and holds out his pinky. He stops in his tracks, and I do the same. I raise a brow as he speaks, “Hey Y/N? P-promise me that we’ll stick together from this school day and forward?” He says quietly, with hopeful but also doubtful eyes. I take his pinky, wrapping my pinky around his, and shake our hands to seal the deal. “Of course, Elvis. Ya know it’s always and will always be like that.” I say with reassurance, and I watch as he breathes deeply and sighs. “Yeah, yeah you’re right,” he nods off, and I bite my lip.

We approach the school, and the bell rings. The school timing bell sounds and echoes all through the place. “Well, c’mon we’re here! Let’s make this our best day alright? Ya know what folks say, ‘make a good impression, and you’ll have a good time.’” I laugh softly and elbow him playfully. He squints his eyes and snickers. “Y/N, I ain’t ever heard of that one. Ya sure that’s a real phrase?” He questions and smiles, those long lashes bat against his cheeks. I giggle and shake my head, as we walk through the school entrance gates. “Nope, I jus’ made it up now.” I admit, and he bursts into laughter. “Oh Y/N, what in the world are we gonna do wit’ you.” He giggled and shakes his head, taking my hand into his. I shrug and bite my lip, “hm, well I dunno quite yet.”

When we enter the school gates, everything is busy and loud. The hall packed with a mix of students from the highest of the grade to the lowest. I look over at the back of Elvis’ head since he’s in front of me, and I take his hand from behind. He turns back and gives me a quick smile, before turning his head and just observing. I gently squeeze my hand in his, and look around with him. It really isn’t different from middle school. We’ve still got the bullies, the smokers that leave and their trail leads to their smokeshop, the bathroom, and it’s just loud, with a lot of people walking or chasing some nerd down the hall. I hum softly, and I lean in, my chin almost touching his shoulder. “So what should we do n-,” before I finish my question, some girl accidentally trips up and near Elvis’ shoes. We immediately turn our heads and lean down, I pick up her books while Elvis helps her up.

“Ya alright?” He asks, looking over at her while I pass her book and bag. She’s a brunette, short hair straightened down and lays over her shoulders, that flow along her navy blue dress with a white collar. “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you, both of you.” She speaks, giving a small smile at both of us. I nod a “mhm”, and I stick out my hand. “I’m Y/N, and this here’s Elvis. We’re part of the newer kids here.” I say softly as she takes my hand and smiles up at me. “Macy Weathers. And dontcha worry, so am I. And boy ain’t it crazy ‘round here.” She says breathlessly, letting her hand drop to her side and look over at the hall. Elvis just watches and blushes softly with a shy smile. He bites his lip and agrees, “mhm, tell me bout it.” It gets a little quiet in our area, the sounds of kids whooping and shouting at eachother fill the air. “Say, wanna hang out wit’ us? I mean, freshman to freshman.” I laugh and break the silence. She smiles and nods eagerly, and Elvis does the same. “Oh I’d just love to! Why thank you for the offer.” She squeals out, and I nod. “Mhm, anytime!”

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From that point forward, all the way to Junior year, Elvis and I have been growing more distant. I didn’t mind it until I started to realize the more I’d be left out of conversations or I didn’t know of plans they had already made. But I’ve felt a burning desire to become a teacher, I find it fascinating to not only learn but to also share that knowledge with new and bright souls. The burning desire also burns with another candle, my love for Elvis. I’ve been thinking of a time to confess and hopefully things’ll go back to how they used to be. I think to myself, as I plop down across from Elvis and May at the lunch table.

“So, Y/N, we’ve been meaning to tell you this thing for a long time now.” May smiles over at me, while Elvis eats up his PB&J sandwich, and then wrapping his arm around her waist. I raise a brow and smile back, sitting up more straight and leaning in. “Oh? Go on, did you finally get that puppy you saved up for?” I ask with genuine curiosity, bringing up a possibility. Elvis giggled and shakes his head, he leans over and places a gentle, excited hand onto mine. “May an’ I are datin’ now, Y/N.” He speaks excitedly and squeeze my hand, glancing over at May…his girlfriend.

My eyebrows raise, and my jaw slightly drops. I gulp and purse my lips, I glance over at the two giggling and blushing off in eachother’s gaze. I’m so lost in my feelings right now. Hurt? Jealousy? Confusion? All of it? I think to myself before breaking out, “oh? W-well I’m happy for both of y’all!” I say, with a smile that seems a little bit out of place. Elvis hugs May to his side and glances over at me, “Right? Thank you Y/N, I think I finally found the gal that cares, and actually loves me. Ya know?” He smiles and turns his head back to May, and nuzzling his face into her neck. She scrunches her nose in laughter and wraps her arms around his neck as he hugs her waist.

His words ring into my head. So what did I do? What am I to you? Do I not do just that? I watch, burning holes into the back of their heads as they nuzzle against eachother. I clear my throat, and bite my lip. “Mhm, well um I actually made you guys something.” I say with a soft smile, trying to hide my confusion and thoughts. They finally pull off eachother and look over at me. “Oh really? Why you know you didn’t hafta do that, Y/N.” May says gently with a giggle, “but whatcha make us?” I playfully roll my eyes and laugh, as I dig into my backpack on the side of table. Elvis and May watch my movements as I sit back up and lay down the items on the table. “Elvis I made you a tie, and May I made you these lil keychains they had back at the store too.” I hum softly and push the items over to them. The emerald green, with white silhouettes of roses sewn into the tie falls into Elvis’ hands and May examines the keychains that have a dangling rose charm at the end. “Oh thanks Y/N, this is beautiful.” Elvis chirps up with honest thankfulness. I smile over at him and nod, “mhm anytime!” May nods in agreement and laughs, “oh Y/N this is lovely, thank you, thank you.” I hum, and nod, shoving my earlier thoughts aside to embrace this moment here. “Mhm, like I said, anytime”

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As the years go by fast, in no time are we out of Highschool. My feelings for Elvis lessened through the years, knowing that I can’t have him if I wanted to. I went to college for study and knowledge to become a teacher. Meanwhile, Elvis and May moved away, married. Just sending photographs and souvenirs, until the last one.

I pick out the mail from the tin mail box, and I rip open the envelope with my teeth. The card that slips out and falls and waves into the air, floating to the ground. The shiny, thick paper contains a picture of Elvis and May, together and both cupping her stomach, on the side of the card with Elvis’ scribble handwriting, “We’re expecting!” I can’t help but feel overjoyed for them, I rush back into the house to immediately write them back. I sit on a stool next to my kitchen counter, grabbing a pen and paper in hand.

Oh how wonderful news! I’m so happy and overjoyed for both of you guys! Please visit by soon and keep me up to date on May and the baby’s growth! I love you guys both so much, Mwah! I dot a period mark at the end of the sentence and draw a heart.

Love, y/n

I fold it in threes, and shove it into an envelope and run back outside and stick it into the mailbox. Oh I can’t wait, I hum to myself, making my way back into my small home

«─────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ────────» That seemed to be the last one for the next 6 years. I’ve been so busy, graduating from college, and immediately settling in as a Kindergarten teacher in a bright, sunny school. Elvis and them must be just as busy, they don’t come to mind as often since we’ve lost contact. With no matter how many letters I wrote to check in, none came back, so maybe we’re lost for good?

I hum along, finishing up the parent-teacher conferences, and I stack up my papers. I sigh and I dust off my skirt, moving my hand along my desk to move any crumbs off. “Hm…I think I’m done for the day.” I mutter to myself before a little voice chirps up. “Um, Miss Y/L/N, my daddy haven’t came by yet.” I gasp, startled as I clutch my chest and regain my breath. I lean my free palm on my desk and I look up. A little girl with blonde hair, blue, cute eyes and an adorable button nose in her overalls sits at her desk. I rub my head and laugh, “oh I’m so sorry, sweetie. But uh, where is your parent?” I question and look around, to only find the classroom empty but bright from the natural light shining through the blinds. I turn my head back to her and then she smiles and giggles, she points her finger to the door when I hear the door click. I smile and look back, the first thing that catches my eye is the suit.

My eyes trail over his body, and everything in time stops. It’s as if I passed, and it’s dead silent. I look over the gray suit, and an emerald green tie that sticks out. Faded and looks as if it’s been worn out, I recognize the white outlines of roses sewn into the cloth… Almost the same one I made for…

Then I make eye contact with the father, his eyes smiling at me. His blue, welcoming eyes meet mine, the same eyes that caught my heart all the years before. I watch as he opens his arms.

Elvis?

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A/N: Here it is! I’m sorry if it’s rushed and stuff, but I didn’t know how to work it myself💀. Should I turn it into a series?

[screamsortega]

rudy + reader instagram au | pt. 1

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