#How 'bout Jacob's passing thoughts?
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rating: E 18+ only pairing: f!reader x bfd!joel miller (tv + game series) summary: your boyfriend has been cheating on you, but his uncaring, selfish, and very flirtatious father wants to make it up to you the best way he knows how... warnings: AU (no apocalypse, no sarah), infidelity, 30+ year age gap, asphyxiophilia, dacryphilia, a little rough housing, hair pulling, spanking, oral (m receiving) | let me know if i've missed any! wc: 5.5k a/n: thank you for 500 followers!!! let the record show that i do not condone or endorse cheating at all, this is purely for entertainment purposes!!! i tried something a little bit different with the writing style so please let me know if you guys like it or not!
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you’re no good for me, but baby i want you…
He couldn’t help his filthy mind. Even if he wanted to. Being around you was always a test of his willpower.
He kept as much distance as respectfully possible, not wanting to give himself away. Still, every night he managed to find himself lying in bed fisting his cock while entertaining the daydreams he often had of fucking you into the bed.
It wasn’t the age difference that deterred him from you, but the mere fact that you were dating his son.
He hated himself for it, but he hated it even more when he would be painting his stomach with white streaks and barely whispering remnants of your name.
And now, as he sits across from you and his son at the dinner table, he hates himself for finding you so pretty.
His eyes keep lowering to look at your grey and white striped tank top — not because he was trying to look at your cleavage but because it fits you perfectly. You kept fidgeting with the top hem of your shirt as if you were ensuring it wasn’t shifting too low. He thought it was cute.
Your voice left him in a trance; he wasn’t paying attention to the conversation, but he enjoyed hearing you rave and ramble about the movie you just went to.
The real mood killer was Jacob — “Okay, we get it. It was a good movie,” he snapped.
“Jacob,” Joel scolded. Though the pout you absentmindedly wore told Joel that it was pointless.
Jacob made an incredulous face and slightly shrugged. “What? She’s been talking about the movie for ten minutes. I feel like I saw the damn thing.”
“Well, I happen to like spoilers.” Joel meant it as a joke in hopes of lightening the mood, but once he saw the slight smile on your face, he felt a sudden rush of protectiveness.
How he could appreciate you more than his son did was beyond him. Joel just hoped it wasn’t a more significant issue behind closed doors.
Over the next few months, Joel had been seeing less and less of you and even managed to overhear some of the times Jacob had been arguing with you over the phone.
From the only half of the conversation he could hear, Joel gathered that you were upset that Jacob was spending more time with “friends” than you, which led Joel to believe it was more of an indication of cheating. He stayed tightlipped about it because he had no desire to stir up any unnecessary drama, but his curiosity grew as time passed.
So when he saw you grabbing some cereal in the grocery store on a random Tuesday, he wasted no time approaching you.
You seemed surprised at him calling your name but gave him a welcoming smile nonetheless.
“Hi, Joel, how are you?”
“I’m alright, how ‘bout you? Feel like I haven’t seen you around lately.”
Your smile nearly dropped completely. “Yeah, uh. Jacob and I are just going through a tough time right now.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” Joel said softly, not really meaning it. “My son aside, I do actually enjoy your company. I mean, you’re the only twenty-four year old I know that likes U2.”
That made you chuckle. “Oh, is my seasoned music taste the only thing I have going for myself,” you bantered.
He tried to contain his blush as if it were even possible. “No, not at all,” he sarcastically replied. “You also don’t use like or totally after every other word.”
You laughed harder at that, maybe a little more than necessary, but it was nice to be complimented on things other than how ‘good you give head.’
A few minutes later, you told Joel you have to get going, and for some reason, he took it as the chance to say, “Next week, they’ll have that new Daniel Craig movie in theaters. I was wonderin’ if you’d want to go. I remember you said something about it.”
You smirked up at him and narrowed your eyes slowly. “Are you asking your son’s girlfriend on a date, Mr. Miller?”
Kind of, he thought.
“No! No, fuck,” he hissed, pinching his nose bridge and squeezing his eyes shut. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make it sound like that.”
And there’s another cute laugh coming out of you. “I’m teasin’. I think it might be a little weird, y’know?”
“Jake can come if you want. Doesn’t have to just be you and me.”
“Mmm… I kinda don’t want him to,” you admitted. “He’ll just complain the whole time. We’re friends, right? Let’s go, just you and me.” Your optimism plastered a smile on his face, and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t think it was cute. He agreed, and you both said your goodbyes.
As you walked away, you felt a pang of guilt for some reason. It wasn’t a date, but it felt like one. This sudden need to impress Joel Miller (formerly anticipated father-in-law) made you feel weird.
But you thought of all the nights you spent home alone watching movies because your boyfriend was out late again. And again. And again.
After a long and stressful internal debate inside a bath with some Epsom salts, you decided not to care.
So what if you wanted to dress up and wear a little makeup to (hopefully) catch your boyfriend’s dad’s attention? It's not like your boyfriend didn’t spend time doing body shots off of some random girl at the furthest bar across town.
A little male attention wouldn’t hurt anything, right?
Besides, you didn’t think Joel would actually care. Pretending it was a date was purely just for your entertainment.
So when the day came, you practically ran outside the second you got a text message from him saying he was there. He chewed on his bottom lip to restrain his grin as he watched you walk towards his car, wearing a denim mini-skirt and a white babydoll top.
Your hair was neat and tucked behind your ears, and you were visibly wearing more makeup than usual.
He felt flattered, entertaining the idea of you putting in a little extra effort just for him.
The ride to the theater wasn’t as tense as you had anticipated. You both spent it to talk about the previous movie and the theories you both had for the new one.
While you both were excited to see the actual movie, neither of you could stop noticing the small details about each other.
He smelled your lotion. You smelled his body wash.
He noticed your new earrings. You caught him smiling a lot more.
He looked at you every chance he got. You waited until he looked away to look at him.
He insisted on paying for your tickets and food at the theater, then led you to the “best seats” in the viewing room. Not a date, your ass. He even looked like he put effort into buying a new pair of jeans.
The tension inside you grew as soon as the movie began. And fucking hell, you didn’t know you could get so horny so fast. It was stupid little things that made you clench your thighs occasionally.
No fingers brushing. No elbows touching. Nothing like that.
Instead, it was the sound of his fingernails scratching the thick layer of scruff along his jaw, how he occasionally readjusted in his seat and seemingly spread his legs a little more, and when he would look over at you to ensure you were enjoying the movie.
This had gone a little further in your head than you intended, but you didn’t fucking want it to stop.
Maybe halfway through the movie, he realized you hadn't opened any of your candy. You always ate candy during a movie; it was something Jacob found cute when you first started dating and something Joel grew accustomed to long before his crush even developed. Joel even made it a point to keep a stash for when Jacob had you over for movie night.
He felt a little silly for hyper-fixating on such a weird and relatively small detail, but then he saw your legs clench together. He tried telling himself you were only readjusting your position, but then you sighed in a peculiar tone. The sigh that Joel always let out when he was sexually frustrated.
He would have continued telling himself he was reading too much into it, but another soft sigh left your lips, and suddenly, all he could think about was having you beneath him making the same pretty noises.
All the signs were there, but who would initiate it, and how? He worried he bit off more than he could chew by inviting you here. It only got more difficult to ignore when his cock stiffened inside his jeans, rolling his eyes at the fact that he wasn’t in the comfort of his own home to take care of it.
You noticed his hand palming his jeans and glanced over at him, only to see his erection throb against his pants, hard.
Knowing you’d probably regret it, you put your hand beneath the armrest and suddenly rested your hand high up on his thigh. His body tensing made you halt any more sudden movements, but nothing suggested he wanted you to stop.
He searched for the strength to push your hand off and tell you to stop, that this was wrong, and to remind you of your assumed loyalty to his son.
But he didn’t want that at all.
He liked having your hand on his thigh where it felt like it belonged, painted nails drawing small circles along the denim.
What he truly needed was for this fucking movie to be over. Once it finally was, he wasted no time getting you back into his truck.
“Joel?” Your voice was fragile and soft, and you wondered why he hadn’t made a move yet or at least started the engine. “Should I not have done that?”
“What were you thinkin’?” Was all he could think to ask.
“Guess I wasn’t.”
“No. You shouldn’t’a done that.”
“I’m sorry…”
“You will be.”
You don’t remember who initiated it or climbed in the backseat first. All you knew was that you were looking at the back of a building, the mall, or something, and you heard Joel grunting next to your ear while his hips slammed against your ass.
You felt a soreness forming around where his rough hands were holding you, but you didn’t flinch or pull away. You leaned into the meanness of his grip, allowing it to satiate all of that burning desire running along your flesh.
“Oh my God, Joel, ye-yes.”
His name dripping so effortlessly from your lips only urged him to fuck you even faster, his truck no doubt shaking violently because of it, some metal underneath made that obnoxious creaking sound to verify.
“You like that, huh,” he groaned; his fingers wrapped around the cuff of your elbow to meet his body halfway with the thrusts. “Needy fuckin’ girl. Takin’ me so well-agh!“
“So deep,” you huffed out.
“C’mere.”
Joel carefully turned your body around, sitting you back against the door before sliding his cock back inside of you with ease from how wet you were.
“Joel,” you moaned without reason, eyes fluttering shut as the curve of his shaft continued to rut into that sensitive spot.
He pulled the strap of your tank top down to find you braless. Of course. He smirked and licked his thumb and index finger before giving your stiff nipple a soft pinch.
Your breath shuddered at the surge of pleasure, and then he did the same thing to your clit with his other hand.
“Oh my fucking-“ You cut words off with a deep moan, finding it a little silly that such a slight squeeze to your clit could make you melt the way it did.
“Tha’ feel good, baby?” He asked, voice hoarse from choking back his own moans.
You hummed and nodded, something he thought was cute and began to rub your clit forcefully with his big thumb. Your mind felt numb from all of it, so much pleasure releasing itself.
Looking up at Joel made you feel so small, protected, and cared for. Looking down between your legs, he looked so focused on making you feel good.
“He doesn’t fuck you like this, does he?”
You shot your wide-eyed gaze up at him, surprised at his sudden appraisal of his son.
He chuckled and took his hand from your breast to softly hold your chin. “You gettin’ all shy on me now, girl?” Suddenly, he fell to an achingly slow rhythm and curled his hips into yours instead of his previous thrusting. “…I thought you had a bit more confidence than that.”
You scowled at his taunts, not sure what to say back. You just wanted to fucking cum. Noticing your lack of response made him chuckle again.
“What? My son don’t fuck you stupid like this?” He whispered onto your lips.
“…No,” you finally whimpered.
You felt a weird rush of emotion pass through you; the father of your boyfriend talking down on him while simultaneously fucking you didn’t turn you off like it maybe should have… If anything, it pushed you closer to the edge.
Joel raised his eyebrows in amusement and half smiled at your flushed face. “No?” His finger still made loops around your clits, his cock drenched in your heat. He wanted you to feel all of it.
“You make me feel so good, Joel.” You reached up to give him a chaste kiss.
“You take me so well, honey,” he said against your neck. “I want you to cum for me. Can you do that, baby? Hmm?”
You whispered out your confirmation and grabbed a hold of his greying hair. You wanted to memorize this moment thread by thread. His hair smelled of cheap shampoo and his beard of coffee, but his arms and chest smelled like him with the hint of sweat that made your eyes roll to the back of your head. God, how you could just bathe in him, cumming and unfolding in his strong arms.
“Oh- Joel, I’m cu—I’m cumming,” you choked out. He said something about how good you were that you couldn’t quite process.
You held onto him tightly and cried out at the sensation of your knotted-up tension unraveling inside you like a Christmas present just waiting to be opened up. It fluttered and filled every corner of your mind, all while you moaned his name. You couldn’t even confuse it with his son’s. Joel.
Joel just worked better in your mind than Jacob ever could. Joel worked your body better, too. Maybe even a little better than you.
Your mind was so fucking blank that you almost didn’t feel Joel collapse onto you as he finished himself, moaning your name and running his hands all over you as if to savor it. He kissed you softly, slowly pulling out of you, and discarded the condom somewhere.
“So pretty when you cum.”
You lazily giggled at the compliment and sat up to grab your panties, but Joel snatched them from your weak hand. He took your legs and rested them in his lap to slide the fabric up your calves and thighs. You just watched and smiled at his further appreciation for your body as he did the same with your skirt.
“You really know how to treat a lady,” you playfully cooed, reaching for another kiss that he returned, savoring it.
He bashfully smiled, like his mind was elsewhere. “You know we can’t do this again, right?”
“We will,” you quipped, confidence returning; he glanced over at you and frowned, confused at the sly grin you wore proudly. You climbed onto his lap and ran your nails over his facial hair, trailing over his pursed lips and furrowed eyebrows. “The more you fight it, the more you’ll need me, Joel.”
And fuck, were you right.
Weeks. He waited weeks after that encounter to see you. Weeks, he felt disappointed when you didn’t attend the weekly dinner that Joel and Jacob agreed upon him moving out.
He no longer felt guilty touching himself to thoughts of you. He was angry. Why couldn’t you just say you agreed with him instead of letting him know there was an opportunity to do it again? Why make yourself available to anyone other than his (shitty) son?
That anger turned into thirst when you finally decided to show up for Jacob’s small birthday dinner. Aunts, uncles, and cousins gathered to wish the only child a happy birthday. Meanwhile, Joel couldn’t tear his eyes away from you the second you walked in — partially because he wasn’t expecting you to show up after not seeing you for a while, but he’d never seen you wear something so… Short.
As possessive as he wanted to be, he knew he had to keep his composure not to reward you the satisfaction and keep his promise to himself. What he hadn’t considered is that you would not make those same promises.
While Joel finished preparing the food, you told Jacob you’d help bring everything else out so he could sit around the living room and talk to his family and friends.
You took the unnecessary route and grazed your chest against Joel’s elbow as you reached into the refrigerator to grab some drinks before taking them to the other room. You made as many sly little trips like that, not looking at or towards Joel whatsoever but making sure he was looking at you.
You saved Joel’s beer for last. You always brought him his beer once you realized he usually had one before eating dinner any time you were over. It wasn’t anything malicious or sneaky until now.
You grabbed the brown glass bottle and stood next to him. Finally giving him the satisfaction of looking at him, you twisted the cap off and wrapped your lips around the cold rim, tilting the glass up and tasting some of the orange-flavored liquid, lips coming off the bottle with a pop.
Those lips. That noise. It filled his mind with the image of you a second ago, only instead of a beer bottle, he imagined his hard cock.
He watched carefully as you licked up a running droplet from the side of the neck; you held the bottle up for him to take, and tensely, he did so.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” His usual response but in a more sultry tone.
It made you blush and stare at him like he hung the stars and moon every night for you. “You’re welcome, Joel.”
He kept his eyes on you as you walked away for the last time, thinking about everything he wanted to do to you.
His hands were firm, clasped tightly around your wrists. His body pressed into your back while he pushed you against the wall. He hated that you were laughing. That you thought this was a funny game.
He thrusted into your ass without care, hurting you slightly with the pressure. He grabbed a hold of your hair and yanked it. He almost smiled at you, yelping out.
“Where’s that little fucking smile at now, huh,” he gritted. Then he planted a hard smack to your cheek, not bothering to soothe it the slightest bit. “You think you can just tease me and test me and fucking treat me however you want? Hmm? Think you can walk around with your ass damn near hangin’ out of this fucking dress?”
A tear rolled down your burning cheek as you whimpered, “I’m sorry, Joel. I w-wanted your attention.”
“You got what you wanted. Don’t fuckin’ cry about it now.”
Feeling your panties fill with a warm desire, you felt pathetic and weak.
Do I like that, you wondered, feeling used and being hurt?
You got your confirmation from the dumb little whimper you let out when you felt Joel’s body release from you. He boots thumping against the floor a few times before the bed creaked from his body weight.
“Get on your knees,” he ordered.
You pushed away from the wall and tiptoed to him. He almost felt bad for making you cry, but you were pushing his fucking buttons all night long. You sank to the floor, sitting on your bare feet and looking at him through wet eyelashes. Joel was more than glad that Jacob decided to go to a party with his friends and even more pleased that he didn't ask questions when you said you'd stay to help Joel clean up.
“I’m sorry, Joel-“
“You will be.”
You softly smile at him, repeating those words, knowing this time he meant it.
His eyes were cold and shallow when they stared into yours as his hands worked to undo his belt buckle. The metal teeth clanking together made you shudder, and you tried your best to keep your eyes locked with his.
“You misbehave once, and this belt goes ‘round your neck,” he warned, “we clear?”
You bashfully nodded, thankful he accepted it as an answer. Though you secretly hoped he would do it already, knowing you were bound to back talk him at some point.
Joel began to undo his jeans, and he made a ticking noise behind his teeth, ruminating on how you played with him at the table.
“Playin’ with my cock under the table,” he grunted, pulling his jeans down to his knees, “what kinda girl are you?”
“It’s been too long since I’ve seen you, felt you,” you said, glancing down at the growing erection beneath his plaid boxers. “I was being needy.”
“Yes, you were,” he simpered, “but you know I like that.”
You hesitated for a second before jumping into his lap and kissing him. Thrown off, it was a moment until he relaxed into your body, grasping the sides of your waist and hungrily kissing you back with a groan emitting from his throat.
He tasted like a man. He smelled like a man. Beer and body wash and perspiration drowning your senses. Your pussy ached when he slipped his beer-coated tongue into your mouth, sloppily licking around the ridges of your teeth and lips, tasting your chapstick and that one sip of alcohol you stole from him a couple of hours prior.
He felt your shaky hands reach to pull his cock out of his boxers; you pumped it slowly with one hand between your bodies, causing his moans to fall into your mouth.
He got a hold of your tits and massaged them gently before giving your nipples both a hard pinch, making you yelp and pull away from him. After chuckling at your pouty face, he grabbed hold of your hair and pulled it to his liking, almost treating you like a rag doll.
“Need you to suck my cock,” he choked out, sounding almost as if he were pleading of you to do it.
“Are you asking?”
He tugged your hair a little harder to signal he was not asking.
“Yes, sir.”
He watched intently as you stripped down to your panties and sat back in your previous position on the floor, taking his pants off and propping your arms on his burly thighs. He leaned back after unbuttoning his shirt and watched your tongue lick up a thick bead of precum from his tip, and you swallowed it without a second thought.
You drooled and spit all over his cock, wanting to make it a little messy for him, and even spreading some around his balls which made him incandescently moan.
And finally, you took him into your mouth, slobbering and sucking and moaning away around his girth. Your hand pumped to the sane rhythm of your mouth while gently squeezing and twisting it to add to his pleasure.
Joel’s head fell back in ecstasy; he couldn’t hold back his moans even if he wanted to. Your mouth was so warm and inviting, and it felt so fucking good. Your tongue lapping away as you sucked drove him crazy, and he found himself wondering why the fuck his son was cheating on you.
“That’s it, baby—mnh, fuck,” he encouraged. “Just like that. Ohh, just like that.”
His hand stroked your hair, and you looked up at him from the touch. Those eyes of yours made his thighs twitch and his stomach contract.
He wanted to punish you for making him wait, for teasing him, for being so fucking irresistible… But he couldn’t. Not now, at least. He felt weak beneath you, out of control. And he loved it: watching you take control of him, his dick. The slurping noises coming from your mouth not only suggested that you knew what you were doing but that you fucking loved it.
Your lips humming around him and creating webs of spit and precum made his dick harder than he had ever felt it. He was so close already, dire for his release, and it didn’t help when you surprised him with a rough thrust into your throat.
It hurt a lot, but that’s what you wanted. To ruin yourself for him. Show Joel what he could be getting every fucking night. Tears ran down your cheeks as you put him further down your throat until your nose was buried into the black and grey hairs surrounding the base of his cock.
He cried out your name and obscenities, saying, “Please,” for something, but you were not sure what exactly. His trembling thighs began closing around your head, not aiding in the lack of oxygen you had left, but he tried to fight it. You refused to let up on him, only swallowing hard and gagging harder, waiting for him to shoot his cum down your throat.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck! Oh fuck, no one- agh—no one’s ever fucking gone that deep-“
That’s what he was pleading for: he wanted you to quit. He didn’t want to cum so soon. But he tasted so good, and you had gotten him so fucking close, you couldn’t see yourself quitting now.
You pulled your head up to mess with Joel’s head, making him think you were listening. But you only went back down, making him pull your hair to stop you from disobeying him. Your lips departed from him with a pop, the same pop that he'd heard when you took a sip of his drink. It made him all the more desperate.
Despite your coughing and choking, he slipped his belt around your neck and looped it, not saying anything to ridicule you and simply tugging at the belt roughly. You choked a little more and then smiled at him, drool dripping down your chin onto your breasts. The sight was purely pornographic. Your lips were puffy, your face red, eyes dark and welling up, tears streaks on your cheekbones.
“Since you wanna fucking choke on something so bad…”
He tugged at the belt once again to emphasize his point. He stood up and yanked the leather to guide you where he wanted, yet that proud look never left your face. You were on all fours on the bed as if you were on display for him, and he stood behind you, pressing his thumb to your slit and spreading your juices around lazily.
You hummed at the small amount of friction and arched your ass up for him. Wiggling your hips in desperation, he smacked your ass hard enough to sting, the echo in the room ringing against your eardrums.
Joel smacked his fat tip against your asshole smirking when he felt it pucker; he took his wet cock in his hand, pumping it a few times before allowing it to sink inside of your needy cunt. You found yourself burying your face into the sheets as he began fucking you, the tug around your neck digging deeper as Joel maintained his grip on it.
“Such a fucking slut, so wet from just sucking my cock,” he spat, watching his cock disappear into your swelling pussy over and over and over. “S’it feel good, baby?”
You nodded, arching your back even more to feel him reach deeper and whimpering whenever his tip brutally bumped your cervix.
Suddenly, you felt a firm yank against your neck. “Use your words.”
“Feels so good, Joel,” you answered.
A swell of desire fills your belly, growing each time he thrusts into that sweet little spot inside of you. You’re clawing at the bed, reaching your neck forward to apply the satisfaction of not being able to breathe.
His free hand pressed against the swell of your ass, gripping it tightly as his hips snapped against the back of your thighs, making a clapping sound fill the room. You moaned into his duvet, slobber trailing out of the corners of your mouth. His balls hitting your clit with every thrust gave you the added pleasure you needed to finish if he kept this rhythm, but his voice was what you needed to send you over the edge.
"Such a pretty fucking pussy," he groaned. "Love how you squeeze my cock with it. Ohh, yeah, that's it, baby. You need to cum? Hmm? Does this pretty pussy need to cum?"
Your moans, muffled by the sheets, resulted in him pulling the belt up enough to make you lift your head so that he could hear you more clearly. "Yes yes yesss, Joel- MNH, oh fuck yes, please please."
He never forgot how your body gave away when you needed to cum; your body heaved with anticipation, your knuckles turned pale from your tight grip, your walls clung to him tighter than what was comfortable (which he fucking lived for then and now), and your moans heightened in pitch and volume. He couldn't punish you when you sounded so sexy screaming his name, it was his biggest weakness.
"I know, baby, I know. You can come," he encouraged sweetly, massaging the dip in your back to help relax you. "Cum for me, sweetheart. Need to feel you- fuck- cum for me."
And a few seconds later, you were convulsing beneath him from the tight coil inside of you finally breaking into shreds. The belt being pulled tighter around your neck rendered you helpless as it created the euphoria of what felt like nearly passing out. The fuzzy vision and the black spots sent your mind into a daze, or it could have been the lack of air. Your eyes grew heavy as your orgasm persisted from Joel's lack of mercy for your cunt. He just pounded away like you were made for him and his enjoyment only, and it thrilled you even more.
He grabbed your shoulder gently to bring your back to his chest and let go of the belt. You breathed heavily, and Joel kissed your jaw endearingly, his beard scraping your skin.
"So good f'me, you know that?" He moaned against your ear. His eyes fluttered shut when his hand went to cradle your chin, and he felt all of the saliva and tears coating your face.
"Can't take it," you mumbled.
Your cunt was aching and sore, still pulsing from the harsh climax you had to endure with him not easing up at all. Your lips were swollen from his rough pounding, and your ass was burning from his hairs scratching against you. His cruel laugh filled your ears and made even more tears fall from your eyes.
"Fucking ruined you," he chuckled, earning another moan from you. "You can take it, baby. I know you can. I know you can be a good girl for me. Gonna fill you up with my cum- mmngh... Make sure this pussy knows it belongs to me."
"It does," you huff out, reaching to hold onto his forearms. "Not anyone else. Not even me. Just for you, Joel. It's all yours. Not even Jacob's."
That sent him over the edge. A pathetic whimper followed by a moan left his hoarse throat while he gave you one last powerful thrust. That cold feeling of guilt flooded his body and turned him on even more; he relished in the confidence you reclaimed, knowing that the guilt and secrecy of it all also turned you on in the darkest of ways.
"Fuck," he shouted as the last of his spend poured inside of your sore pussy. He placed a gentle kiss on your lips and slowly pulled out of you to sit beside you on the bed before you climbed to straddle his thighs. "You're amazing," he whispered against your lips whilst unraveling the belt from your neck. "You know you really are gonna help me clean up," he teased, sending you into a short fit of laughter.
"Only if we get to make one more mess, Mr. Miller."
dividers by cafekitsune
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NEWSIES UNO REVERSE
I LOVE IT
tell me EVERYTHING
starting questions I have
-what happens to esther, Sarah and mayer in this au
-how does this change les and jack's dynamic of like "cool older kid who's street smart" and "little kid who idolises him"
- what happens, is Jack now the more educated one, is it Jack who has the words to start a strike,
-who leads the manhattan lodging house
-has davey had run ins with Brooklyn before (and what does Jack think of Brooklyn when he becomes a newsie)
-does davey like getting into fights (bc I think especially 92sies David would, but bc of how he's been brought up he dismisses the mere notion and avoids fisticuffs)
ok warning u now I will have more questions later haha
I WELCOME ALL THE QUESTIONS!!! Sorry this is sooooo long but here:
what happens to esther, Sarah and mayer in this au
Oooh I haven’t thought about Sarah yet! But I will tie it in to what happens to the Jacobs parents. Be warned, it is Sad and Tragic.
Mayer tangles with a delivery truck, just like in livesies, but instead of staying at home he leaves the state to find work with family somewhere west. He never comes back. This happens when Davey is about eight. Sarah is a little older, maybe twelve, and Esther is pregnant with Les, who never gets to meet his father. Three years later, Esther falls ill and passes. I imagine Sarah being the oldest and ‘Most promising’ would be sent/taken away to live with an elderly relative, or possibly some sort of home for girls
how does this change les and jack's dynamic of like "cool older kid who's street smart" and "little kid who idolises him"
Well Jack is still Jack, you know? Oh and if you thought he was confident before, just IMAGINE how insufferable he in a world where he had a clean bed and full stomach every day?
I think Les would see him as the cool new “rich” kid who is confident enough to try anything and has all these wonderful stories about growing up in the theatre—which Davey obviously cannot stand bc he believes Les should keep his head on earth
what happens, is Jack now the more educated one, is it Jack who has the words to start a strike
Omg omg ong okay SO I’ve actually been thinking bout this a TON, and although their on roles are switched, they still are the characters they are if that makes sense??? So in my mind, it’s still Davey who has the words and information to start the strike—orphaned or not, this motherfucker READS. Similar to the show though he sort of sparks the idea, and Jack is kind of egging him on which Davey doesn’t understand because Jack HAS a mother, a family, he has so much more to lose
And there is this one scene that has been chewing on my brain and shaking it nonstop like a Rottweiler with a toy. Jack is still very much an artist in this AU, and Davey is the one who escaped from The Refuge.
Post rally apology scene, Jack says he’s talked to Kath and they have an idea—Davey says he just talked to her, too… and Davey isn’t kissing and telling but he doesn’t have to. Jack can tell there’s something (and there’s a lot of internal angst from Jack about this, who is trying to stay cool)
Anyway. The plan involves needing words and art for The Neesies Banner. Kath and Davey’s words, and Jack’s art. So Jack and Davey sit down together, Davey recounting everything he went through at the refuge while Jack draws it.
And then Jack can’t take it anymore and puts his pencil down and Davey’s like ���???? Why’d you stop?”
Jack looks at him and just says, “I am so sorry this happened to you” and Davey is taken SO aback because he doesn’t think anyone has ever told him that and they have A Moment and uh oh??? Feelings??? And the moment breaks and they scramble away to the printing press at Pulitzers basement lol
-who leads the manhattan lodging house
Davey, but in a more unassuming way! He’s not so outright about it, and definitely not a big personality. He mostly talks kids out of making stupid decisions, but if they’re stubborn enough (Race) he’s not going to waste his time, because they’ll find out the hard way (Also Race). He’s not even necessarily the “leader” he’s just sort of the oldest and has been there the longest so
-has davey had run ins with Brooklyn before (and what does Jack think of Brooklyn when he becomes a newsie)
Davey has had a run in with Brooklyn through Race. I can see Race getting into a scuffle with Spot and Davey having to intervene. Not sure WHY yet? Maybe Race was selling on Brooklyn turf, maybe he was conning Brooklyn newsies, but I DO know that Davey was Very Annoyed about having to save Race’s ass
-does davey like getting into fights (bc I think especially 92sies David would, but bc of how he's been brought up he dismisses the mere notion and avoids fisticuffs)
Honestly? I don’t think he *likes* it, but he realizes the necessity of it quite early on!
THANK YOU FOR THESE!! They were so fun! 🤩 Anyone anywhere anytime is ALWAYS welcome to ask me about my brainrot newsies AUs lol
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So, if anyone had happened to pay attention to my blog description or the stuff that I reblog, you’d know that I am very queer and also very Christian. One of my favorite things to do is to tell Bible stories, and I decided— why the hell not, I’ll post ‘em on here! I decided to come to you all today with the story of Joseph, son of Jacob, who was sold by his own brothers into slavery. Very terrible of them. I’m well aware. It happened kinda like this:
Jacob was this old guy in the old testament. He had four wives— Rachel, Bilhah, Leah, and Zilpah— and eleven kids. And out of all of them, wifey Rachel and his sonny Joseph where his favorites. Rachel, his favorite wife, because that was who he WANTED to marry (the others were added onto the list after a whole buncha mess that would take a long time to get into); and Joseph, the son bore by the wife he really loved. Jacob favored Joseph so much that Joseph’s brothers were jealous of him and hated the very grounds Joseph walked on. Jacob even made Joseph a coat- a coat of many colors, as the bible says. It set him apart from his brothers, and it was hated by his siblings.
Joseph was blessed with a talent of being able to interpret dreams. I guess it made up for whatever he lacked in common sense. For example, once he went to his brothers and told him about a dream he had.
“Hey, guys, I had a weird dream last night,” he said, although it wasn’t very odd to him. He knew what it meant. “We were all out gathering sheaves of grain out in the field, and all the sudden, my sheaf jerked outta my hands and rose upright, and your sheaves all jerked outta your hands, too, and bowed around mine! Isn’t that… Weird?” He gulped, because all the sudden, his brothers looked like they wanted to absolutely murder him.
“You sayin’ that one day, you’re gonna rule over us?” They growled, because they absolutely wanted to murder him. Joseph had enough sense to keep his trap shut at that and shuffled off.
A while later, Jacob sent Joseph to go get his brothers and bring them home, because they were out in the field, doing farmerly things. They saw Joseph coming in the distance, and they all decided that they were sick of him and his stupid coat, so they plotted to kill him.
“Here comes the dreamer,” one of them said, mockingly. “Let’s just kill him and throw him into one of the dry wells. No one would know about it, and we can just say an animal killed him and ruin that stupid jacket as proof, easy peasy.”
Reuben, the eldest, turned a little pale. See, he hated Joseph himself, but he didn’t want to kill the guy. “Um… How ‘bout we, uh, not kill him? Just throwing that out there.” He said, nervously. “Lets just take the jacket and throw him into the well. Leave him there. Lets not get his blood on our hands.” Well, really, Reuben didn’t want Joseph’s blood on HIS hands. He intended on going back to the well and saving Joseph and leading him back.
A bit later, Joseph approached them.
“Hey, guys!” Joseph said, brightly, as the bloodthirsty figures of his brothers loomed over him. “Dad wants you guys back home, how much longer d’ya think you’ll be- ACK!”
The “ack” being the sound of Joseph’s brothers grabbing him, yanking off his coat, and tossing him into the well. For funnies, imagine that little cartoon sound effect that’s used when a character falls off a cliff.
They left Joseph there, who was pretty much screaming, begging, pleading, and crying for his brothers to let him out, and went to go eat a meal— excluding Reuben, who was out biding some time before he went to save Joseph. As they were eating, they caught sight of some Ishmaelites passing through.
“Hey, here’s a thought,” Judah said, his voice thick with food, “How ‘bout we sell him? That way, his blood ain’t on our hands, we’re a couple pieces of silver richer, AND we get rid of him. I mean, he is our own brother. Might as well show a little mercy and sell him into slavery.”
His brothers grunted in agreement, and when they finished, they went back to the well.
“You came back!” Joseph hiccuped, a bruised, tear-stained and dirty mess, relief settled in his eyes. “I prayed you would! You can have the jacket, if you don’t like it- Huh?”
And then they sold Joseph for twenty pieces of silver.
When Reuben found Joseph wasn’t there, he freaked out. “What am I gonna do now? This is gonna kill Dad!” He stressed, but his brothers had already taken the coat and smeared it with animals blood. When they presented it to Jacob, he thought that Joseph was killed by some animals, and he tore his clothes and went deep into mourning. When his children and many wives tried to comfort him, he refused it. He said that he’d never stop mourning his son until he was dead right along with him.
Meanwhile, the Ishmaelites went and sold Jacob away to Egypt for slavery. To Potiphar, to be exact, who was one of the officials for the Pharaoh.
You can read the story for yourself in Genesis, Chapter 37: verses 1 through 36 in the Bible! :D
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Hi there, my dear! <3
thank you so much for coming in with such beautiful bouquet of roses! <3 it looks beautiful! 😊
Allow me to share with you some sentences from my story (almost a wip, tbh, hope you don't mind :) )
thank you again! <3
(…)Running as fast as they could -Dorothea’s leg hurting and her chest on fire from the exertion - they passed by the crowded street that was coasting the river. It didn’t matter if they were both out of breath. It didn’t matter if the rain was pouring: they were running like deers in a forest, as Dorothea tried to apologize whenever she bumped into someone. “This way!” she heard Jacob saying, dragging her in a small secluded sideway. They didn’t stop to run until they found a refuge under a small porch. They waited and waited, lungs on fire as they tried to regain some breath and ears tensed to hear the voices of the brutes that were running after them. But only silence answered their scouting. They looked at each other, both their faces plastered with their damp hair, cheeks red from the run and before they could stop themselves, they burst out in a bout of laughter, the kind that makes you want to never stop, that makes you want to laugh even more, even louder. They were so caught up in their mirth, that neither had noticed they were still holding each other’s hand. “It looks like we lost them, Goldilocks,” Jacob chortled, between one laughter and the other. “It looks like we should have accepted that offer of an umbrella, Mr. Frye,” Dorothea breathed, unable to contain her giggles. “I will not be able to explain this to my parents, short of telling them that I decided to take a swim in the Thames,” Jacob belched at the thought, grinning. “I wouldn’t recommend that, doll, you wouldn’t be able to take of the stench for days,” Heart full, galloping in his chest like a wild horse in a prairie, he raised his hand, and as delicately as he could, he brushed one wet curl away from her cheek. Before she could do or say anything, she felt her cheek burning under his fingers, like fire in the rain, incandescent when his hand cupped her cheek in a sweet caress, as he moved away the rest of her curls from her face his eyes never leaving hers, not even for one second. And hers couldn’t leave his, eyes resembled the same color of the firs in her forests back in Sweden. They were home. Her home. “There, now,” she heard him say, once he was done. “There it is the uppity lady I have come to know,” “and love” he thought, without allowing the words to leave his lips. He scoured her sweet round face, his eyes lingering on her lips for a brief moment. Suddenly he felt his mouth dry, and he wished he could grip something to contain himself. “Now I can see all your freckles again,” he murmured instead, trying to calm his beating heart. Dorothea raised her eyebrows, feeling her breath stuck in her chest. Her freckles? she thought, blushing even more. He…he had noticed her freckles?. She swallowed hard. “Well, I may be an uppity lady, Mr. Frye, but one with an excellent sense of style,” she murmured. Tiptoeing, she took his top hat of his head and gracefully landed it on her own, trying it on to chase away her embarrassment. It was too big for her and fell on her eyes, but she wore it anyway. “So? Will you give me your verdict, Mr. Frye? How do I look?” she asked, tilting her head from side to side, giving him a complicit smile. "Breathtaking," he thoughts, lips parting just a little as if to contain all that he couldn't declare. Instead, The corners of his mouth twitched in a mischievous grin. "If I were a betting man - and I am not saying that I am - I'd wager that I might have to fight for my position as a gang leader in this city. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to start your own gang. The sheer audacity of being this fabulous—it's almost criminal.” Dorothea tipped the brim of the top hat, her cheeks burning from his word. “Are you joking, Mr. Frye?” “I never joke on Top Hats. Or Gangs. Or Beautiful Women.”
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Okay your stories wrecked me, how about either supporting them through everything or feeling safer in their arms? Whichever you prefer
soft gestures between friends turning lovers || prompts or how about both though 👀
He’s talking himself out of it as he makes his way to the Jacobs’ household - it could be a genuine mistake, maybe both Davey and Les just forgot to tell him they couldn’t go selling this evening? Or maybe they told someone else, who hadn’t thought of passing this information on to Jack.
But there’s something nagging at the back of Jack’s mind - the way that Davey’s smile hasn't been reaching his eyes lately, how he's been holding onto Les a little tighter than usual, how he quickly shuts down any idea of the two boys staying behind at the lodgings to play some card games to unwind. Les hadn’t even put up a fight - they were gone, and that was that.
So Jack reaches the fire escape, not even sure if this is his best idea. He barely knows the boys, he knows as much information about Davey as the other boy (or more than often - an overly excited Les) tells him. But they’re selling partners turned strike leaders, and that means something, right?
Jack’s surprised to find a shaken looking Davey sitting at the top of the fire escape. It takes the other boy a while to realise he’s not alone, and he’s quick to blink away some unshed tears that Jack can just about make out. “What are you - what are you doing out here?”
“Well, you weren’t with us. I thought something might be up,” Jack answers bashfully. “You didn’t miss much - slow news day, so the boys are back at the lodging. ‘S not worth being out in the cold. Whatta bout you?”
“It’s my home,” Davey says, then winces at his own words. No matter how many times Jack tells him the other boys don’t mind he has a family and a home to get back to, Davey still tries his best to be sensitive about the topic. “I mean I just - I needed to be alone.”
"Oh," he says, feeling despondent, although he's not actually sure what he had expected from this meeting. He taps his cap at Davey, and is about to turn away when he hears -
"Wait, Jack," Davey says, sounding like he's just as unsure of himself as Jack feels. "You wanna be alone...with me?"
Jack stops, looks up at the boy looking down at him, and smiles. "Yeah, that would be swell."
Davey motions for Jack to join him on the fire escape, and Jack doesn't need to be told twice. It's a tight squeeze, but Davey shuffles as close to the edge so Jack can sit beside him. It isn't the most comfortable position but Jack can feel Davey begin to calm down, and notices the tears are beginning to fade.
"What's happened? Is it your father?" he asks, desperate for a way to find anything to stop Davey's pain.
"No, no he's fine. He's been doing really well after getting a new job," Davey says, his eyes looking across the street. "It's nothing, Jackie."
The use of his barely used nickname almost knocks Jack for six, but as much as he wishes to hear it again and again, not like this. Not when something is clearly bothering his friend. "It's not nothing Davey, I ain't blind."
Davey turns to look at him, their shoulders brushing, and Davey looks down, pulling at the edge of his shirt sleeve. "You're not going to let it go, are you?"
"Nope!" he says, trying to get a smile out of Davey, which he fails at. "Unless you don't want to talk about it. Which I get, believe me. But you've helped everyone else so much already, why can't someone help you?"
This seems to break something in Davey, and Jack's absolutely panicked that he's done something wrong, when Davey finally lets out a sniffle and throws his head back. "The kids at school, they've never liked me. I got called names, maybe they'd toss me in a closet or something, and that was alright. I'd spend lunches by myself, get some work done so I could help ma and Sarah and with their work. But now that I've come back - it's so much worse."
Jack feels his blood boil at the thought of someone laying a hand on Davey. "Jack, don't. I don't need protection."
"But we could get a couple of the bigger kids, even some from Brooklyn to teach those kids a lesson!" Jack suggests, venom slipping from his tongue.
"That'll only get me kicked out," Davey tells him, which unfortunately, makes a lot of sense. "I just need to grin and bear it until the year is over, and then I never have to see any of them again."
"And you've been avoiding us because?" he asks, worried that Davey still has it in his head he's not important to any of the other newsies.
"I didn't want you to see the bruises," he admits, his words barely coming out of a whisper.
"Davey," he says, heart breaking at the thought of the other boy getting hurt. "Can I...?"
"Sarah's been helping clean them up," he says, before pulling up his shirt. There are greenish bruises spotted across his ribs, which makes Jack feel sick to his stomach. On reflex, he reaches out, and watches as Davey flinches slightly.
"Sorry I -"
"No, it's okay," Davey whispers, and Jack finds himself tracing the outines of Davey's ribs, counting the bruises with a mixture of sadness and anger. He doesn't know how anyone could hurt Davey.
"Does it hurt?" he asks, looking up at Davey with concern.
"Not when it's you," Davey admits, and Jack helps Davey pull his shirt down. He doesn't know what to say, there's too many thoughts going through his brain, so he pulls Davey in for an awkward hug in the tight space they're sharing.
"You tell me when you have a problem, okay?" he says, and he feels Davey nod against him. "Your problems are mine too. I might not get to deal with them how I want to, but you don't need to carry these issues by yourself anymore. Not while I'm around."
"Thank you," Davey says, pulling away from the other boy. "Seriously, for everything. You've sorta changed my life around, for the better."
"You too Davey," he smiles, looking up at the sky that's beginning to settle. "Hey, maybe I'll get Albert and Race to teach you a few tricks."
This gets a laugh out of Davey, who ducks his head in embarrassment. "Who? Me? I'm about as intimidating as my baby brother."
"Nah, he's definitely scarier," Jack says, letting Davey push him against the railing. Jack realises just how much he missed the sound of Davey's laughter, and he laughs back, reveling in the normality of having his friend back.
#my writing#jack kelly#davey jacobs#javid#this is way too long sorry#but i hope you like it!!!#also wow i did not know how to end this
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Jacob Frye x Catherine Starrick
This is a triple whammy kissing prompt! Unwarranted! Unsolicited! Non-requested! This combines @not-hao-at-all‘s Kissing Prompt’s #32: Cheek kiss #31: Shoulder kiss AND #1: Being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterwards. Such a prompt is for Assassin’s Creed: Syndicate Jacob Frye and my OFC Catherine Starrick. To can check out their story here.
Two songs came out of this. 1) Patti Smith Group’s Because the Night 2) Mandy Moore’s Gardenia
Likes are appreciated, reblogs and comments more so. I hope you all enjoy it.
In only a short few months, the train had become a home to the Frye twins. Jacob, in particular, had grown quite comfortable in the second carriage when not in the third with his Rooks; always being seen half laid across the chaise memorizing his targets. All red lines pointed toward Crawford Starrick, to whom Jacob glowered. Anytime Evie passed by him he had a smart quip to say; “Do you think someone grooms Starrick’s mustache for him? It’s so…bushy.”
It was not until recently that he was more acquainted with his personal cart. Before, a vast majority of his wardrobe laid haphazardly about the floor. Now, he had gotten into the habit of putting them away where they should go. Coats, vests, shirts, trousers, ties, and all other matter of clothing were tucked away in his closet or dresser. His top hats and cap, however, sat proudly on a coat rack. His kurki criss-crossed proudly on the wall, and his rook headed cane sword leaned against his bed while his brass knuckles were on a near end table.
The room smelled nicer, as well.
A pleasant, sultry scent that lingered on his fingertips if he dared touch the velvety soft source. Twelve large, white flowers sat atop a dark wood table in a porcelain vase next to a slim candle or two and a well-loved book. A novel, which Catherine had given him. His cart always felt warmer with her in it; full of giggles, laughter, sighs, gentle touches, and kisses.
Oh, how he longed to kiss her each day….
Be it on her mouth, neck…, shoulder…, chest…, hip…, or…thigh he simply wished to kiss her. “If I must choose, Jacob,” she once said with swollen, smiling lips, “I choose this devilish mouth of yours.”
On nights such as that, she would forsake all others and spend the night with him. Much to the chagrin of his sister — as an assassin, she would remind him, he should be careful of whom he takes to bed — and embarrassment of Henry — the pair of them could be rather loud, to which Jacob feeds off of and draws out time and again.
Such mornings after had him waking up slower than normal. His bed felt warmer, cozier, and the smell of gardenias far more enticing. He could spend hours in his bed with Cat in his arms, kissing every bit of her, if he did not have a city to liberate. Naked or clothed, she fitted nicely next to him. Yet she, a woman of high social standing, was in the habit of waking early to ready herself for the day. Jacob remained motionless with even breath as she peeled away from him. He let out the most pathetic and heartbreaking whine she had ever heard when she was completely out of his grasp. A large, rough hand groped at where she once laid. “Cat?”
Slim, manicured fingers knitted with his. Held tight.
An overwhelming smell of gardenias smothered his senses. He welcomed it.
She kissed his cheek with a reassuring hum.
It was a soft kiss that lasted a few seconds too long for it to be proper, but far too short for lovers to share.
When she pulled away, she stayed only millimeters from his face. Her long, unraveled, brown hair acted as a curtain for them. The short hairs on his face tickled him with each delicate breath she took; he almost giggled at the sensation. She was smiling with half-lidded eyes and a hand threaded through the center of his chest. (Could she feel his heart beat? Strong, sure, and steady in the dawning light.) Jacob wanted more. Catherine wanted more, too. He turned his head to her, lips ready, and they kissed again. Lovingly, languidly with no real need to rush. Jacob’s lips practically stuck to hers. Top-to-top and bottom-to-bottom, eyes fully closed with peace and pleasure. Neither lover truly pulled away from the others mouth, as their lips always touched, just matching each lip to the other over and over again. Moving—dancing together, so that life may gradually enter the room. The smooth hand that was on Jacob’s chest slid up to the side of his neck and rested there. Graceful and unthreatening. The other rested on his shoulder. His own hands found themselves at her sides barely kneading the soft flesh there. Her chest pressed against his. Innocent, surely, for now they could feel the others beating heart. The very center of himself felt like it was glowing. It grew brighter with a slight shift of Cat’s fingers and a hitch on her breath. He continued to breathe into her.
Until she pulled away completely.
The whine that left him sounded pathetic, hurtful even. Just a few more minutes?
Neither person could open their eyes. Mouths tingling, hands burning, and hearts yearning, they kept themselves blind. They stayed suspended, smelling the other person’s breath. Warm and sweet, pleasant and sultry. Jacob’s heart sped a little faster, but he still kept his eyes closed.
Cat slid her hands down to his chest. He felt her eyes staring at where his heart beats. She could feel it, couldn’t she? It belonged to—with her!
Her voice was soft when she spoke, “We have to get ready, Jacob. The sun is nearly here to greet us.”
“So long as it is only the sun and no one else,” he groaned, refusing to open his eyes. He threaded his fingers in her hair, raised himself up, and pressed his brow to hers. There was a lingering scent of last night’s activities on her breath. Did his breath smell of her, as well? “I refuse to let anyone else greet us, and even he needs to tread carefully.”
She had the most adorable giggles. “I doubt anyone is willing to come in here,” a pause, a blush, “after last night, Jacob.”
“Even the sun?” A form of hope rung in his voice. When he opened his eyes, Cat was all he could see. She was beautiful in this dawning light—bare, softer, and relaxed with lips swollen and pink, and bright, brown eyes full of adoration—for only him to ever see. Could they spend the day with each other? In this room that could move about the city, never truly stopping, but still lay in bed? Focused solely on each other?
When had Jacob Frye become a Romantic?
“I’m afraid not, dove.” Her lips brushed along his.
Jacob fell back on his bed with a playfully annoyed huff. The multiple red lines that ran down the expanse of his back woke up at the cooled sheets—burning and delicious. A reminder of Cat lost in a fit of passion.
“How cruel you are to me, Cat.” He threw his arm over his closed eyes. “I can’t even look at you right now.” Despite his words, there was a smile on his lips.
Cat patted the meat of his hip. “I’m sure you will, soon enough.”
Other than her warmth, all physical presence of her left his bed.
Jacob’s lips and cheek still tingled from the kiss. Neck, shoulder, chest, and hip still warm simply from her touch. While he was a physical man, no touch that delicate or passionate had lingered quite this long before. What had she done to him?
When he heard Cat rustling and giggling about, which was unusual, she normally kept good due diligence about dressing herself, Jacob quirked a brow. Were her skirts and corset that littered about?
“Did we not make a straight line for the bed last night, love?” Upon her gentle laughter, Jacob pulled his arm away from his face. “What are you—” All words lodged themselves in his throat. His heart fluttered with pupils blown wide. He was not aware of his body rising up as if he were reanimated back to life.
Catherine stood in front of a mirror taller than herself. She wore his ornate black and green frock coat. It was far too big for the likes of her; she held it at the shoulders, fussing with them so that they sat right only for them to fall backwards or forwards or off completely. It was…certainly lovely to see her in colors that he normally wore. The coat hid all of his love bites—there were many and fair ones under her breasts, but few and darker on her hips and thighs—yet, he did not mind.
A man in awe, he rose up from the bed and walked up behind her. He placed his hands on her hips, and then slid them across her abdomen to hold her close. Both stared at their reflection.
The armored piece of his coat fell off her shoulder to rest at her elbow. Face dusted pink, lower lip barely bitten she let it be.
“What do you think, Mr. Frye?”
Jacob pressed his lips to the junction of her neck and shoulder. She breathed out his name. His mouth lingered.
Thoughtful.
Waiting.
His lips barely left her skin, before placing themselves on her shoulder. A calloused hand tickled up her belly.
“Jacob….” She need not remind him.
“You are,” another kiss to her shoulder, “a wonder.” Another kiss. ““Beautiful” seems so lackluster to describe you.” Jacob stared at her reflection. Cat’s eyes were barely closed, mouth agape, her entire face glowed pink, and her other shoulder was bare, to which Jacob righted. “You are a wonder to this world, Miss Hale.”
How would it sound to call her Mrs. Frye?
Another kiss, though this time his beard added an extra bite.
Catherine’s eyes glazed over for a moment, before she blinked it away. When she smiled at him, it chased away all negativity. “You say such things…,” she whispered, and knitted her fingers with the hand between her breasts.
And he began to walk them backwards to the bed.
#Did y'all catch that Miss Hale#Catherine's LOOK#big hmmm#*sips tea*#How 'bout Jacob's passing thoughts?#jacob frye#is a bird#a dove#a little rook#catherine starrick#is a cat#a house cat but a cat nonetheless#''Even a house cat has her claws Jacob'' ~ Evie#kissing#I am RIDICULOUSLY#proud of this#Jacob and Catherine need attention they crave it and are willing to give it#I don't want to hurt them#but an assassin's story is tragic#kisses with them vary but are ALWAYS loving and passionate#never doubt that#jacob frye x catherine starrick#to be the good daughter#assassin's creed syndicate
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Expecting Again (Koko X Robert "Bob" Floyd) 💙👶🏽🚼
Robert "Bob" Floyd X Koko Floyd (Black Curvy Plus-sized Female Reader)
Warning: Hints Of Sexual Innuendos, Hangman Being Platonic With Koko, Pregnancy Again, A Beilef Hint Of Time Jump, And Just Fluff.
It's been 5 years since you give birth to Anastasia, but now your husband telling you that he is ready to have a another child with you and you starting to wonder that maybe he is right it's probably time for a another child and also a sibling for Ana so she can have someone to play with or spending time with.
While you are out to dinner with Bob that evening, y'all invited Jake to come join y'all. "Hey Bobby boy & Koko!!" He waving to y'all while you two reading the menu to see what y'all going to eat. So you got up from your seat and hugged & and greeted him. "Hey Jake, how are you?" You asked him, "I'm good Koko, I very good. You rolled your eyes in a playful way while he said that with his infamous signature motto, and he chuckled at you. "So how everything and how Ana as well?" Jake asked, "she is doing good. "She asked bout you?" Bob said to Jake, "Oh yeah, what she said." Jake asked, "she asks when Uncle Jake is coming back over?" You said to him, "mhmm , I guess she does be lonely and clingy on me, though." He said to you while he was taking a slip with his wine.
"Yeah, she is very clingy towards you," you nodded, "did she make friends when she was at school?" Jake asked, "Yeah, she did, but she always thought about you when she was at school, especially when she made a drawing of you & the plane you were flying with her look." Koko show the picture of Ana's drawing of Jake, and when he see it: "awwww that my girl, my little future art painter." Jake was awed & happy that he saw the picture of him that she drew on him. "Listen , I know I love Ana very much, and yes, even though she is clingy on me, but I have not thought about having a sibling for Ana?" Jake sparks a question about it.
"Me & Bobby was talking about having another child, but you probably right . I think it is time for a sibling for Anastasia, though." You nodded to Jake while you were eating your dinner, "but if y'all gonna make another baby, you can call me, and I will do it for you." Jake still thinking about that time when they have a one-time thing (meaning they have a threesome). "Don't push it Jake that was a one-time thing that all." You rolled your eyes bout that situation y'all have when you two did the threesome together, "come on, you know you enjoyed it." He smirk, "yeah for one time only, that was a pass," Bob said to you while he take a slip on his wine while eating, "however even though I'm enjoyed it but the sex was good though I'm give you credit." You smirked but praised Jake for his sex abilities in the bedroom. "I'm just saying you know I always gonna rock your world." He said to you with a big smirk on his face, "that is the most corny sex line I'm ever heard." You said to him while you rolled your eyes while you laughed at him.
"But hey, since I'm can't do that anymore, I'm officially off the market now." Jake announced that he was in a relationship with a woman that he met in the navy in Top Gun, "who the lucky woman that caught your heart Mr. Jacob Seresin?" You wanna know the details bout his relationship with the mystery woman, "okay well her name is Constantine Oceans. She is a mechanical engineer & now an aviator." Jake told her who the mystery woman's name was.
"Ooooh, how y'all two met, you know?" Koko asked, "we met at the hard deck, at first I'm bump into her when I'm didn't pay attention where I going at first though, but till that bitch Jeffries whom I met that mess me up and manipulate my feelings when we belief dating at that time before I'm fall in love with Connie (which is short for her full name Constantine) but I'm don't wanna talk about it, I glad she out of my life though but anyway yes even though me & Ghosty's relationship was rocky at first because she did to me but slowly transitioning from friends to lovers now."
"Well, I'm glad you found someone who treats you well and not taking advantage of your heart, though." Koko said to you with a genuine compliment with a smile and Jake smiled to you back, after y'all have dinner and enjoyed each other's company, you & Bobby bout to head home now, while y'all on the way back to the house. The idea of having a second child make you think that it's really make sense that it really time is for Anastasia to have a sibling because you realize that you is the younger child and you have a older sister as well even though y'all don't have best sibling relationship in your whole life but you still got love for her even though you don't want nothing to do with her because her self-centered attitude. But however you want to make sure that your daughter have the best sibling relationship ever and not being selfish and everything bout her also with love, respect, & take care for her sibling (whether it's a sister or brother).
After y'all made it home, pay the babysitter for watching Anastasia for yall, and you check on Ana to make sure she is okay so after that. You lowkey felt horny and you wanna to make love with your husband. "Hey baby?" You said to Bob, "Yeah, honey?" He said to you back, "Are you tired?", "no not really, why?" He said to you, "Do you wanna make another baby?" You said to him, "Now?" He said, "Now, " you said to him with a smirk on your face. So y'all went upstairs, you took off your dentures, got undressed, Bob give your hand to the bed, he laid you down and y'all are making love quietly & gently because you want to make sure that y'all wanna stay quiet while y'all daughter is asleep and afterwards y'all said "I love yous" and went to sleep.
The next day, while Bob is at work, you did some errands while you were out and Anastasia in kindergarten. Also, you come home to relax for a minute. While you sitting in your gaming chair to play one of your favorite fighting games, you starting to feel something woozy meaning you late on your period but also you have something awful feeling in your stomach and you ran to the bathroom, vomiting after you done with the post-morning sickness, realizing that you starting to be pregnant again, so thank goodness that you carried a pregnancy test in your purse and afterwards you used the test and long behold it's turn positive with those two lines and now you more excited than you ever was since your first pregnancy with Anastasia.
After Bob came home from work not long ago, you ran into his arms, and you said: "hey baby, how work today?" You said to him with a smile, "Hey babe, work is the same. What are you so happy about?" Bob said to you back, "Guess what, who gonna be a daddy again??!" You show the pregnancy test to him, "Oh my god , I can believe it. Now Ana can have a sibling to play with." He said to you with excitement, but "Hey, I'm gonna go get Ana from kindergarten now, okay?", "okay baby love you!!", "love you more!" He said to you.
Nine months later, you have given birth to a healthy baby boy and you named him Alexander Robert Floyd (the middle name is after his father 💙) and you & Bob was over the moon that y'all family is complete 💙 😉 and yes its announced that Phoenix will be the godmother of Alexander, also Anastasia is happy that she have a baby brother and she won't felt lonely and also not be clingy with her uncle Jake anymore although she still love him till this day.
A/N: the storyline is little cannon taking place between this story & "A Heart With Wings" storyline.
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The Florist next door... Andy Barber x reader series
Warnings: talk of reader being in an abusive relationship, descriptions of violence and blood
Prologue...
The darkness surrounded Andy as he sat in his home office listening.
How could Laurie just ignore your screams? How could she pretend everything was fine?
You were this beautiful, kind and caring soul that Andy had to see be beat down just a little more each day, by your asshole of a husband. The day you moved in next door over a year ago, Andy's life changed.
He remembers the first time you smiled at him and the first time he made you laugh. He remembers the first time you made him cookies for helping you out. He remembers the excitement and happy tears in your eyes as he brought you some flowers, along with Jacob, for your birthday. 'I've never had flowers bought for me before.'
He remembers the first time he thought he heard you scream in the middle of the night. He remembers Laurie's lack of reaction and the joke she made about you just being a screamer in the bedroom and that it was nothing for him to worry about.
Andy remembers the first time he saw a bruise on your cheek. He remembers the first time he saw scratches on your neck and bruises that look like you'd been choked. He remembers when he heard the screams become more frequent.
He remembers the night he saw your husband beckon you home from the BBQ he and Laurie had invited you to, after he'd returned home from work unexpected. He saw the way he grabbed your arm and shoved you inside the house. He remembers the feeling as he ran to his office where he knew the window in there looked directly into your living room and that was the first time he saw your husband hurt you.
'Just leave them be, Andy.' Laurie glared at him from the doorway. 'It isn't our business.'
He was a coward that day, he should have stopped him. He should have run into your house and beat the living hell out of your husband.
Andy's heart almost stopped as he heard something smash before your screams stopped but the smashing continued. He peered over his shoulder through the windows and what Andy saw made him leap up from his office chair and charge for his front door, ignoring his wife telling him to stop.
"Call the police, Laurie."
"Andy, stay out of-"
"CALL THE GOD DAMN POLICE!" He yelled at her.
He pulled the door open and ran across the lawn until he got to your front door, kicking it open.
"GET OFF HER!" Andy pulled your husband off the top of you, slamming him into the wall before delivering a few good hits before dropping him to floor to cough up blood. "Y/N!" Andy quickly crouched beside you, cupping your bloody and bruised face in his hands. "I'm here."
"Andy," You gave him a bloody smile the best you could as you weakly reached for his hands.
He scooped you up and took you back to his home. Ae he entered he glared at his wife as she stood there in the hallway with Jacob. "Still want to ignore it, Laurie?" He snapped at her.
Andy took you into his office and sat you on the couch beside him. You cried into Andy's chest, apologizing for getting tears and blood all over him but he didn't care.
"Tell me, you're going to divorce him now, Y/N, please?" He begged softly like he had a few times before when you'd passed comment about what your husband was like.
You nodded, "But, I- I don't, have, any money... I can't, afford, a good, lawyer... I'll loose everything, Andy." Your body shook as you looked up at him.
Andy shook his head. "I won't let that bastard take everything, okay? I'll help."
"Here you go." Jacob whispered as he handed you some tissues making you and Andy smile. "Would you like some water-"
"Jacob, come away." Laurie pulled him back. "Let your father deal with her." She tried to offer you a kind smile but Andy knew it wasn't.
He knew how she felt about you.
Andy let out a soft sigh as he turned his attention back to you as his wife and son left. "Sorry 'bout that."
You shook your head with a smile. "Don't be, he's a good kid." And you really meant it.
Jacob had always been polite and friendly to you, asking if he could help out in your garden during the summer.
Andy nodded with a smile, "I think so."
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Consciousness Of Guilt
Chapter 13
Summary: Andy heads back to the East Coast for a day, leaving a very nervous you behind.
Warnings: Language, adult themes, angst
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.
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Consciousness Of Guilt Masterlist // Main Masterlist
Chapter 12
“You have his eyes.”
Andy remembered that line as if it had been spoken to him yesterday. It had sucked all the air from his lungs, the mere thought he could be anything like the scum bag that sat opposite him now behind the thick, Perspex security screen made his skin crawl.
When he’d walked out of this prison the last time, he’d sworn he would never return. Hell, he’d only gone in the first place because Jacob needed him too. But here he was, once more. And just like before this was because someone needed him.
You.
With a deep breath, he grit his teeth and reached for the phone set, his eyes locked on those of his father's.
“You’re welcome,” Billy’s raspy tone spoke before Andy got the chance and he merely glared back, his jaw ticking.
“What exactly am I supposed to be thanking you for?”
“O’Leary told me about the incident on your porch, good job he was there-“
“How the fuck did you find me?”
“You know for someone who’s incredibly smart you’re so fucking stupid. The Yale case, the double homicide? Your face was all over the news.”
“Fuck you.”
"Is that the way a son should talk to his father?"
“You’re my father in nothing but name.”
"Okay, how ‘bout you cut the shit, asshole. You're here to see me."
Andy rolled his eyes and looked away as he spoke, “the Drysdales. How did you know they’d be coming for Y/N?”
Andy’s eyes turned back to Billy who looked at him, before he raised his eyebrows, “call it a hunch, as soon as I found out they knew what your little bird had done I figured they’d come calling one way or another.”
“Why didn’t they go to the police?”
“My guess?” Billy looked at him, “money. They want cash. They’re on their asses, and owe some nasty people. Same people that did Linda’s brother over a few years ago.”
“So they’re intending to blackmail her?”
"That's what the canary says."
Andy frowned at the mention of a canary, for it was the same bird type analogy he used when talking to you about the same person.
“Who else has the canary told?”
“No one. They told him to keep his mouth shut. Apparently, in exchange for his information and silence, they were gonna give him a hefty chunk of cash, foot his legal bill, and get some doctor they know to state he’s not of fit mind due to his addiction. Not a bad plan really, had it all worked out he’d have been out in six months and living the highlife…”
“What do you mean had it all worked out.”
“Fate is a fickle thing, ironic at the best of times.” Billy continued, his eyes never leaving Andy’s. “It appears he pissed his cell mate off, they found him with his throat slit this morning. Convenient, for you, don’t you think?”
“Seems that way,” Andy glowered at Billy, knowing full well what he was hinting at. But whether or not it was true, he didn’t want to know. Nor could he afford to be sentimental about morality. He was fighting for your life here, to keep you out of prison.
Lawyers have boundaries, I don’t. Not anymore.
“So he can’t tell anyone shit, and neither will anyone else in here who he was blabbing to.” Billy leaned back on his chair, “but the Drysdales however, they don’t strike me as the type of people who will stop until they get what they want. Wouldn’t be hard to get rid of them either and pass it off as-“
“I'll handle the Drysdales, you do nothing.” Andy cut him off, knowing full well that whilst that would be the easiest solution, burdening you with more guilt would cause you even more pain. He needed to be smart, beat them at their own game. And thanks to what his father had just told him, his original plan about how to do that so far seemed to check out.
"Your girl like the guard dog? I heard she talked to him…”
"No. But it was necessary."
"He's good, loyal. Does the job."
Disgust coiled in his belly as pure hatred filled his veins. Andy knew what he was talking about. And he felt sick. Patz. O'Leary and Patz.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Billy shook his head, “you didn’t mind him so much when he stopped that dead kids father from shanking Jacob in the-“
“Don’t you dare even say his name.” Andy spat, the blood pounding in his ears. "When this is over, I send your dog home and that's it. You don't call me, you don't send anyone else to my family, you stay the fuck out of it. For good."
"Listen here you mother fucker, I did you a favor. That's twice now, first my grandson and now your new bird. Don't say I didn't fucking care."
“Laurie and Jacob are dead because of what you did,” Andy spat, “so don’t you dare sit there and try and make out like you’re some kind of fucking patron saint.”
"I'm not the one who drove my Range Rover into a fucking turnpike tunnel."
“Fuck you!” Andy yelled, his fist slamming against the desk in front of him as he shook with rage.
"Is that all you got, why don't come on the other side here and show me what you think a real man is!"
“Oh you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” Andy snarled, “you should be careful though, Dad… You don’t look so clever, little peaky round the gills… and I’m not that little kid who used to cower under the table anymore.”
"Oh you're not? Is that why you ran when they were gone? Run and hide? You like being a fucking coward? Your girl has more balls than you, you son of a bitch."
“You’re pathetic,” Andy scoffed, a dry chuckle escaping him. "We're done."
“Finally something we both agree on.”
Andy stood, the chair he was on sliding across the linoleum until it fell over. He was sweating, he was raging angry. He looked at the guard and stormed out of the conference room in which he just held court with his estranged father, sperm donor more like it.
He knew he shouldn’t let him get under his skin the way he did, but he couldn’t help it. But, if he could help it, that would be the last time he ever had to see him. Andy had noticed he looked a lot frailer than the last time he’d seen him, and with any hope, whatever ailment Billy may have been suffering from, would result in a very painful death.
****
It took all the strength you had not to stay home for the day after seeing Andy off so early in the morning. You'd driven him into Denver to catch his flight and drove back, clearly with a tail, but it wasn't going to change.
You didn't want to be home, a need to feel safe and secure around people you knew. But you didn't want to endanger anyone nor drag them into the horror you've now relived the last week.
Eva had looked at you, and immediately asked if you were well enough to be in, but you assured her you were merely tired after your alleged ‘sickness’ bug.
So you sat quietly in your office, the door closed, your phone on 'Do Not Disturb' and a request to the receptionist that if anyone, and you meant anyone were to come to see you in the lobby, you were to be called ahead of time.
It was just approaching lunch when Andy called, and you’d answered before your cell phone had even completed its first shrill.
"Hey," you said tiredly.
You weren't sure to ask how it went or how he was so you kept it simple.
“Hey, Angel. You okay?”
"Yeah, just tired. I came in straight from Denver."
“We’ll make sure you get home early, I can hitch a cab back from the airport.”
"No, it's okay, I'll finish out the day, maybe catch up on some stuff and then head to Denver to get you later."
“Angel, I want you safe, I can't do anything from where I am. Even with that piece of shit nearby. And I don’t want you driving if you’re tired, if anything happened to you-“
"Andy, please," you sighed.
"Y/N," he sighed right back.
"What's going on?"
“I lost two people I love to a car accident, I don’t wanna lose you to one either. Please, baby just…"
You grew silent. "I don't want to go home, Andy."
“Fahk,” you heard his soft curse.
"I'll be fine," you assured. "In fact, would it make you feel better if, maybe instead of going home, I napped here? Or got us a room near the airport?"
He paused and then chuckled, “you know, with those kind of negotiation skills you’d make a great lawyer. Okay, get us a room.”
“So, stupid question but how was it?”
"As I expected," Andy spat. "He's still a piece of shit.”
“Did he tell you why-“
“Yeah, and it’s exactly what we suspected. Money. They intend to blackmail you. But don’t worry, my other hunch appears so far to be checking out so let me do what I need to do and we can talk later.”
You took a deep breath and licked your lips. “Are you okay?”
“I’ll be okay when he’s six foot under.”
“I’m sorry.” You whispered, “I’m so sorry you had to see him again, and…”
"Stahp," Andy stated firmly. "No. Reverse. Gear."
“Okay.” You sniffed, the tears burning your sore eyes. “I love you.”
"I love you, too. I've got you. Okay?"
“I know.”
"I'll see you soon," Andy said softly.
“Yeah, bye.”
You set your cell down as the call ended and looked around your office. Scooting back from your desk, you walked over to your window. You'd been afraid to glance outside it all day until now.
Your view faced the courtyard, and just across from there you saw that familiar sedan that had been with you for pretty much the past week.
It wasn't a clear image, but you knew the man behind the wheel was a bald, burly man and he was your body guard for the week. It made you sick to know this is what your life had come to, but then again, you'd done this all to yourself and until now, on your own. You knew the idea was absolutely ludicrous, but in your heart you felt you owed Andy an immeasurable debt.
With a loud exhale, you shook your head and sat back down, looking up the number for the airport hotel to make your reservation. You felt better, knowing you didn’t have to go home without Andy, but as you thought about it, your relief faded once more to worry as you realised you were going to have to go home to pack you both a few things.
You bit your thumbnail before you decided no, you didn’t. You’d go into Denver a bit earlier and grab a few things from the shops. It was stupid, you knew this, but you were past trying to reason with yourself.
Right now, you simply wanted to make it through the day.
****
It was close to a three hour drive from where Andy had seen his father to where he was meeting Loguidice. He and the ADA were set to meet somewhere private off the beat and he knew just the place. If Blanc was meeting him later in the evening, there was a good chance the place was a hidden gem.
And that's where he would meet Neal.
Nelson's Whiskey Bar was definitely off the beat, dingy and equally just as sketchy but it would do the job.
Neal was already waiting when he arrived, which suited Andy fine. He only had an hour before Blanc was due to turn up so the sooner Neal gave him what he needed, the sooner he could fuck back off.
"Andy," Neal slid from the booth in greeting.
Andy quickly shook his hand and slipped right into the booth, opposite Neal. “Do you have it?”
Neal slid a large manilla folder across the table, bound with a rubber band. "I hope you find what you're looking for."
“So do I.” Andy placed his hand on the file and pulled it towards him.
“You gonna tell me what hunch you have?” Neal asked.
"No." He shook his head. "I told you, not until I know for sure."
"You gotta give me something here, Andy," Neal pressed.
“No, I don’t.” Andy shook his head. “The less you know the better, if nothing more so that if it does blow up in my face you remain blissfully ignorant.”
Neal sat back with a sigh. "At least your next step?"
“Still the tenacious, annoying little shit I see,” Andy’s lip quirked at the side and Neal snorted.
“You mentioned the doctor so I took the liberty of tracking him down. Soon after that case, he packed up here and left town. He’s practicing privately as a GP now in New York.”
"Good to know," Andy took mental note. "I appreciate this, I do. These people are worse than pieces of shit."
“Tell me about it,” Neal rolled his eyes, “you know, I get you can’t win em all but out of the cases I have lost, that one sticks in my throat the most. The evidence was fucking tight… and that diagnosis blew it all completely outta the water.”
"That's what flags this as bullshit.”
“Something is dirty, and it starts with the Drysdales."
"But, like I said, I won't know if what my gut says is true until I read this file."
“After the case, I did my own little investigation as, like I said, something wasn’t right.” Neal shrugged, “I even talked to Joanna. Didn’t get me very far, she never used Dr Ross in any of her cases. Said she couldn’t stand him. The way he used to leer over his staff members and interns made her skin itch, apparently.”
"Interesting....."
“Yeah, well his wandering eyes are part of the reason he skipped town, wife caught him in a compromising situation with his secretary. Unfortunately, having an affair doesn’t mean you’re shit at your job.”
"Doesn't make you an upstanding citizen either."
Neal snorted, “What does?” He checked his watch and sighed, “Andy, I’m sorry but I gotta go.”
"I'll call you." Andy nodded.
“Yeah,” Neal nodded as he stood up, “take care, huh?”
"You too," Andy again gave a firm single nod. "Loguidice..." Neal turned around. "Stop fucking your intern."
Neal flushed red, his mouth dropping open with the manner of a floundering fish, before he turned and made his way quickly out of the door.
With a chuckle and a shake of his head, Andy started thumbing through the case file, a fresh scotch landing at his table.
He skipped straight to the doctor's report, his teeth worrying at his lip. Neal was right, it didn’t make sense. Doctor Ross was one Andy himself had used once or twice before. And he’d used him in those particular cases as he was good. Unflappable.
Andy took a deep breath. Half of him was pleased his hunch was proving right, in that he was now one-hundred percent sure the Drysdale’s had done something to convince him to play their game. What exactly that was, well, he couldn’t quite see that piece, not yet.
But it'd have to wait, as a drawl hit his ears from the bar and he knew his second guest had arrived.
Andy closed the file and looked up to see a man with greying blonde hair in a suit stood at the bar, ordering a drink. The man's eyes fell on Andy, and he stood up, nodding to him.
“Mr Blanc?”
"Mr. Barber, I presume."
“Yeah, hi.” Andy shook his hand and gestured to the booth, “please…”
With a nod Blanc took a seat, the waitress quickly bringing him a drink without ordering.
“So, Mr Barber… what’s the cheese?” Blanc asked as he sipped his drink, eyeing Andy shrewdly.
"I want to talk about Ransom Drysdale." Andy cut right to it. He had a feeling Blanc wasn't a beat around it type of guy.
“The donut hole in the donut hole,” Blanc leaned back in his seat, “what is it you want to know?”
“My girlfriend mentioned you visited them at the house when she was reported missing.” Andy picked his words carefully, “I was curious as to why, exactly, the fact they had a work connection led you to instantly suspect he may have had something to do with her disappearance.”
"Hugh Drysdale was an interesting young man," Blanc leaned forward, hushing his voice. "Narcissistic, he was a sociopath with psychopathic tendencies. A spoiled, little, rich boy who never grew up to be a man. Always having his mama and daddy bail him out of trouble. He was what I call a King Manipulator."
Andy merely raised his brows, concentrating on keeping his cool.
"Even when that case was closed, I still followed the family in the news. I read the article your girlfriend wrote. I read the public apology and retraction.”
“So you suspected him, to want what? Revenge for her article?”
"Ultimately, in a way. It didn't settle right with me for some reason. So I followed a hunch."
"And you showed up."
Blanc nodded. "What was interesting enough was the convincing act Miss Y/L/N had. Like something had been held over her head. There were ticks from her, she probably didn't even know she was doing. Ransom was good, good enough that I couldn't do anything further."
Andy blinked, the nerve in his jaw ticking. “So you just left her there? And didn’t tell anyone?”
"I could do nothing else. She was the one that told me to leave. She was the one who asked for privacy in their relationship. I didn't entirely leave it as such. I spoke to her parents, told them that she seemed alright, in fact quite angry that I had intruded on their little affair. My hands were tied, Mr. Barber. She specifically said she didn't want to be found."
Andy turned away, swallowing back the bile of anger in his throat as he ran his hand over his beard.
“Mr Barber, can I ask, what is this really about?”
"Linda Thrombey and Richard Drysdale showed up on my porch, looking for Y/N. Threatening her. And it's going to stop."
"How can I help?"
“The Doctor who diagnosed Ransom as not of sound mind-“
“Hooey,” Blanc scoffed and Andy nodded.
“Indeed. Well, since he worked on this case he skipped town. He’s now in New York. But, the thing is, Doctor Theodore Ross in my past experience has always been a consummate professional…”
“So you think the Drysdale’s paid him.”
“That’s the missing piece to all this,” Andy raised his eyebrow, “and I need you to help me find it.”
"So you're hiring me?"
“I am, yes.”
"Well, then,” Blanc smirked as he fished in his pocket for his note book, “let’s get started."
*****
After his meeting with Blanc, that went well beyond his expectations, Andy grabbed his flight back home to you. It was easy, traveling with nothing more than a small carry-on backpack, you get on, you sit, you fly, you get off and immediately home. Simple as that.
You'd kept your promise and didn't pick him up, but rather got a room at the nearby Westin, a stone's throw from the terminals and waited for him there.
When you heard his key in the lock of the room, having instructed reception to hand it to him, and only him on production of his ID, you jumped off the bed and hastily crossed the carpeted floor of the room to greet him.
He was barely through the door when your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close.
He chuckled a little as he dropped his bag and his arms circled you. “Hi, honey.” He whispered into your hair as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
"Hi," you tearfully whispered.
Andy shuffled a little further into the room, shutting the door behind him as you reluctantly let go of him.
"Are you hungry? I can order us room service." You checked the time, it was late. Andy had been gone all day and across two time zones.
“Starving.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and picked up his bag, tossing it unceremoniously onto a chair by the window.
You padded deeper into the room, the curtains covering your view and sat down at the small table by the window. You looked over the Room Service book and set about ordering him a cheeseburger and fries. You made mention, as you dialed, of a change of clothes for him packed away in the closet.
“Thanks Angel, I’m gonna take a shower then we’ll talk.” Andy assured you as he headed to the closet. He paused as he pulled the department store bag out, and when he looked at you, you shrugged.
“I didn’t want to go home so… I hope it all fits, it’s your size.”
With a sad sigh, Andy stalked the room and kneeled at your feet, "it's going to be okay, I promise." His one hand cupped your cheek while the other rested on the side of your thigh, his thumb rubbing against your bare skin.
“So you keep saying,” you whispered.
"Have I let you down yet?" He wondered.
"No," you replied.
“Then trust me.” He smiled, giving you a quick kiss as he stood up. “I’ll fill you in once I’ve freshened up.”
You nodded and off he went. You wrapped yourself in your arms, your legs perched up on the edge of the chair as you rest your chin at your knees. With a heavy sigh you whispered, "I just want to wake up."
It was something you’d been praying for since this whole thing had kicked off, that you’d wake from this nightmare that had clouded your life.
You bit on your thumb as you anxiously awaited Andy's return. He wasn't in there long. A quick wash and he emerged, a towel around his waist, droplets of water clinging to his skin, steam emitting from his broad shoulders. A knock sounded at the door and you stood, knowing or at least hoping it was just room service, but you couldn't help that churning feeling in your stomach as you walked to the door. Andy grabbed his clothes and popped back into the bathroom, the door cracked just enough to hear anything in the room.
You looked through the peep hole and found that indeed it was only the bellman, bringing up Andy's late night meal. You allowed him in, taking it upon yourself to hand him a generous tip and saw him out.
Shortly after, just as you were shoving a fry in your mouth, Andy emerged from the bathroom dressed in the grey tee and pajama bottoms you’d picked up.
He chuckled as he caught you and you shrugged, taking another from the plate.
"I hadn't eaten much all day," you admitted shyly.
"Then we'll split it," Andy sat across from you.
"No, I can't stomach it." You waved off his offer, "just picking a couple of these. I'll be fine."
"Honey, you've hardly eaten all week, please," Andy sighed. You shook your head in protest. He knew better than to even push you right now. "Fine."
“I’ll eat breakfast.” You offered, in an attempt to placate him somewhat.
"Deal." He dug in, slowly devouring the juicy burger and after a couple of bites he sat back in his chair, washed his bite down with a water and sighed. “So, after seeing Billy I met with Neal.” He looked at you and you nodded slowly, you already knew who he had been intending to meet. He’d kept no secrets. "I have Ransom's original case file," he saw your breath hitch at the mention of the bastard's name as his eyes floated to his backpack. "Something doesn't add up with the doctor that testified."
"Yeah, that much was clear when I wrote my article." You murmured.
"I've used him too as an expert witness," Andy shook his head. "Interesting character, good at his job. So it made me wonder, how the fuck did he clear that sociopath of his crimes."
You shrugged, “most likely money. I couldn’t say that directly in my article, but…” you bit your lip.
“I know, you told me.” Andy smiled softly, “and I think you’re right. From what I learned today, I’d lay odds he was paid off and if I can prove it, if I can prove that Linda and Richard paid him, you're free, Angel."
You looked at him, his plan slotting into place in your mind. If Andy could find that proof, in effect it was a stalemate between you all. They had something that could ruin you, and you had something that could ruin them. It was corrupt and bent as fuck, but…it might just work.
"How are you going to do that?"
“Well, Neal said they looked into it, but he will have had his hands tied by how far he could go. Knowing Lynn as I do, she will have told him to leave it once the case was done,” Andy paused before he took your hand, “but Benoit Blanc won’t have that issue.”
“You… you hired Blanc?” You blinked.
“Yeah.”
“Oh…” you had no words. Whilst your dealings with the southern PI had only been brief, you knew Blanc’s reputation spoke for itself. You couldn’t help the glimmer of hope that sparked in your system as you thought about the fact he would be fighting your corner.
But then another thought popped into your head, and brought it crashing down around you.
“Angel?” Andy noticed the look on your face and you shook your head.
“If the guy who they caught talks though, I mean if the Drysdale’s can’t give him whatever they promised him then what’s to stop him-“
“He won’t be talking to anyone.” Andy took a deep breath, rubbing his temple with his spare hand. “He’s dead.”
Your face remained stoic. Your eyes focused on the man in front of you as you tried to process what he'd said. This was all unravelling quite fast and down a deeper, darker road than you'd imagined.
"How?" You barely whispered.
“Billy said he pissed his cell mate off,” Andy replied, his voice even, “a little too much.”
You stood from your chair and began pacing the room, your sweater covered palm over your mouth as you did so, your elbow resting in the crook of your other wrist as that arm wrapped over your chest.
“Honey…”
“You don’t believe that any more than I do, do you?” You looked at him and Andy hung his head.
“Honestly? No.”
“Jesus…” you stuttered, “that’s someone else who’s dead because of me!”
You fell to the edge of the bed tearfully, burying your face in your hands. You began to cry. This was far too much and now, the bodies were beginning to pile up. You were a monster, no better than the man who took a better part of your life away, your soul and your heart. You felt sick, low and poorly. What the hell was happening?
“Hey,” Andy rose from his seat and sat besides you, his arm curling over your shoulder, “listen to me. I’m not gonna lose any sleep over any of this, and I know it’s hard but… baby, you gotta deal with it. It’s you or them.”
You couldn't say anything. Words couldn't even form on your tongue to articulate. You just sat there with your head on Andy's shoulder for a good while.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “but I can’t find it in myself to care about anything but keeping you safe and out of jail.”
"Prison." You said into his shirt.
"What?"
You sat up, "prison. I'd go to prison for the rest of my life or die in the chair. Jail would be light punishment."
"None of those things are an option, Y/N. Not a single one."
“But-“
“No buts. If absolute worst comes to worst, there’s mitigating circumstances but it’s not gonna happen. Trust me.” Andy hoped to god his voice sounded convincing.
"I do, I do trust you. I don't think I've ever trusted anyone outside of my parents more than I trust you." You gave a wet sigh, "I'm just scared, Andy."
“I know.” He kissed your head and pulled you closer to him, “I know you are, and I-“
He stopped dead of admitting he was also petrified of the outcome should he not pull this off. But he couldn’t burden you with that, he had to be strong. Just like he had been for Laurie and Jake.
But unlike back then, failure was not an option. This couldn’t end the same way.
“I’m gonna make sure that this goes away.” He spoke after a little pause. “I promise you.”
He held you for a while, the silence in the room comforting to you both. It allowed his mind to think and yours to calm.
“Come on,” Andy tipped your face up to look at his, kissing you gently, “let’s get some sleep. We’ve been awake almost 20 hours.”
Less than five minutes later both of you were in bed, the half eaten burger now in the hall and the two of you curled into one another.
Protectively, Andy led against you, his chest molding into your back, his legs securing both of yours gently, his arms around you, his entire body like a protective cocoon. He knew this was how you preferred to sleep as of late, his strength around you able to stave off your nightmares as they'd try to wake you. It was the same dream over and over, each night since Monday.
You would find yourself at the scene of the crime, arrest made and you being toted off in handcuffs. You were in court the next moment, orange jumpsuit adorning your body and none other than the man you loved dearly on the opposite side of aisle telling the judge with a venomous tone that he sought to put you away to the fullest extent of the law, recommending the death penalty for your crimes.
You knew it was all extreme each time you woke, but the mind was a funny thing and seemed to always exaggerate your subconscious. It did it while you were a captive lover and it did it now as you feared for your life a second time in such a short period.
Chapter 14
#consciousness of guilt#andy barber#andy barber x reader#andy barber x you#andy barber fanfiction#defending jacob#chris evans#chris evans characters
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Rules post for my blog
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••••Fandoms I'm in••••
DC
Undertale (sometimes)
Deltarune
H20 just add water
Kingdom Hearts
Alot of cartoon shows
Harry Potter (I still hate Jk Rowling just had alot of aus and ideas)
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Aus I've created.
Undertale and Deltarune
Underway (Wayfinder from au)
Witchtale
Soulstale (another six soul au but based more off what if Frisk saw all the dead children throughout finding there items till the end.)
H20
I'm a mermaid? (So this based off an idea I had of like a what if years later Kim got turned and finding stuff bout her sis like maybe her senior or junior year of high school struggling but more so think it'd be a nice thing to see her grow character wise)
Bree Tanner
Imprinted on a vampire? (Listen I always just thought what would happen if like Seth, Leah, Jacob imprinted on Bree before well she became a vampire but it still was there)
DC
Superlords (or at least my take on it)
Cartoons
Timmy Effect (so you know how Timmy wished to never age this is a what if the magic effected other universe like Jimmy's cause they had a crossover. and might reference the game crossovers to)
Worlds collide (disney show crossovers just in general)
Kingdom Hearts
Quincy Project (kh oc au)
Destiny Embrace (Kairi centric fanfic eith Venkai and Soriku. This is of a story of Kairi abusing the power of waking due to her blaming herself for Sora's death doesn't help the nightmares of Xehannort still echo in her head.)
Princess tutu
A chance as human again (same with this one but mainly for wholesome content of Fakiru)
Harry Potter (again I hate Jk Rowling I made ocs and you gonna probably see alot of beef with her)
Just me drawing my ocs if I'm being honest I've might have changed up a bit of the canon lore of Harry Potter for this but to be fair some of the lore isn't consistent to begin with.
#master post#this will get updated as time goes on#im in alot of fanbases so you'll see alot of random stuff at somepoint#whether its aus or ship art its gonna be fun ^^#h20 just add water#deltarune#undertale#kingdom hearts#princess tutu#bree tanner#bree tanner deserved better#fck jk rowling#harry potter oc
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Impossible
Carlisle Cullen x OC
Summary: Carlisle and his mate Eloise receive some shocking news that they weren’t necessarily prepared to deal with regarding her health. Instead of seeing what’s right in front of him, Carlisle believes that his wife’s health issues are stemming from other avenues. It isn’t until his wife makes a discovery that he alters his course of action.
Note: This is a deviation from what I normally post, but I hope that all of you will take the chance and give it a read. :)
“I can’t even believe this is happening again. And with your wife of all people!” Jacob Black shouted as he walked into the Cullen family’s wide, contemporary kitchen.
“Jacob, we’ve discussed this. Eloise isn’t like us. She isn’t a vampire, she’s a phoenix. As such, she’s capable of resurrecting the dead, the broken, the ill-equipped parts of us that are theoretically unsalvageable. And as things stand, we all know I’m infertile. Or that I was.” Carlisle explained. “Believe me, I’m just as overwhelmed as you are. Even more so because I’m still struggling to accept the fact that I helped someone--the woman I adore more than anything else on this earth--procreate.”
And it’s not like the couple had been trying either. Quite the opposite actually. Sure, both of them had done ample amounts of research--through legends and the like--to determine whether or not they would need to take precautions before having intercourse. From what little they could find, it appeared that exercising the freedom of caution was the best choice. Not only had pregnancies been reported, multiple births seemed to be a common occurrence. And even though Carlisle was reluctant to put his faith into these infinitesimal references, he still did what any self-respecting man would do: He made sure his strong, confident wife made the final decision about what she wanted to do. At the end of the day, her body would have been doing the brunt of the work had a pregnancy occurred.
Eloise thought long and hard about this and would even go so far as to test herself. Did she want a child? Yes. Would she be a genuinely good mother? She hoped so. But the ultimate question remained: did she want a child with Carlisle? More than anything else in the world. However, it just didn’t seem like the right time. The pack was going through organizational disputes, the Volturi were still trying to find ways to get her and Alice to join their coven, and Bella and Edward were in the process of adopting a child. There was just too much happening around her for that to work out. Or so she thought at that moment.
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About two months later, she started feeling a bit off-kilter. She was suffering from myriad migraine headaches, her stomach always seemed to be queasy, and she was dealing with some intense bouts of insomnia (which she had never experienced as a child or even during her adult life). Her husband was increasingly worried about her. So much so that he would have her in his office every day for testing. At that point, he was looking for a dormant autoimmune disease, cancer, anything that would highlight these symptoms. What he wasn’t looking for was a pregnancy, a fertilized egg within his wife.
One night, while the rest of the family was out hunting, Eloise and Carlisle were cuddling on the couch, her head in his lap. He was running his long, cool fingers through her hair and down her back, intermittently trying to coax her into eating a small piece of toast that he’d made for her. Yet every attempt didn’t do much. Regardless, he was hoping she would get her appetite back soon because her skin had started to take on a translucent pallor that he despised.
“Come on, honey, just one bite. That’s all I’m asking for,” Carlisle said, putting the plate in front of her face.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I’m just not hungry. The entire idea of food is revolting. Plus, I don’t really want to repeat what happened a few hours ago.” Carlisle hummed in understanding. While he knew that Eloise was being sincere, he wasn’t pleased that she was still feeling so fatigued and nauseated.
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A few hours ago, as he was attending to a broken rib of Seth’s at the reservation, he received a call from Alice. ‘Eloise has been throwing up for the last forty minutes, Carlisle. She didn’t want to worry you,’ she’d started. ‘But you need to get back here now. I’ve been sitting with her, and I’m worried she’s getting dehydrated.’ Heart in his throat, he quickly finished his session with Seth, letting him know that he had an emergency that he needed to attend to.
After parking the car, he ran into the house, heading straight for his and Eloise’s bedroom. And when he walking into the adjoining bathroom, he was shocked by what he saw: his wife, her cheek smashed against the toilet seat, breathing heavily in order to avoid another onset of nausea. In his peripheral, he saw Alice lightly rubbing Eloise’s back with her left hand and murmuring comforting words to her.
Instinctively, Carlisle moved towards his wife and took Alice’s place as the caretaker. “Hi, sweetheart. Alice called and said you weren’t feeling well. Can you tell me what’s been bothering you?” he asked, gently kneading the taut muscles in her lean back.
Eloise slowly pulled her face away from the toilet bowl and looked at him blearily. “My stomach just isn’t feeling super fantastic at the moment. I don’t know why, but I can’t seem to keep anything down. I haven’t been able to since about two o’clock this afternoon.”
“Well, you haven’t been at your best recently. Do you think that may have something to do with it?”
“Perhaps. But I haven’t had this happen before. Yes, I’ve experienced nausea and some stomach cramping, but it never ended with me vomiting for hours on end.”
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And that was what still puzzled Carlisle in this moment. Why was this happening to her when nothing was physically wrong? She didn’t have AGID nor was there any evidence of malignant tumor growth. She wasn’t running a fever nor was she displaying any signs of infection. So what could it be? He was determined to find out.
He lightly ran the pad of his right thumb over Eloise’s cheek. “Sweet girl, I think it’s time that I do an ultrasound on your stomach. Maybe that will give us some answers. What do you say?”
“Alright. You’ll probably have to carry me though. I haven’t been doing well vertically,” she said, slightly smiling.
“Your wish is my command.”
He proceeded to carefully--oh, so carefully--move her head off his lap and onto a pillow (as a replacement). Then, when he was completely erect, he swiftly leaned forward and placed his forearms underneath Eloise’s lumbar vertebrae and upper thighs. Once she was secured in his arms, he gently kissed her cheek and proceeded to move them into his office, the one room in the house both of them have grown to resent.
Placing her on the exam table, he grazed his hand through her bangs in the hope of soothing the anxiety that was coursing through her. “It’ll be alright. You know I would never hurt you. Never.”
“I know. It’s not that. I just don’t want anything to be wrong. I want to be healthy,” she said, her voice on the verge of breaking.
“You will be. I’ll make sure of it,” Carlisle responds as he pressed his forehead against hers.
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Eloise smiled wanly as her husband went through his check-up regimen: ears, eyes, nose, throat, body temperature, blood pressure, then reflexes. While she may complain every now and then about his overprotectiveness, she really does feel so grateful and lucky to be married to a man whose compassion and kindness are limitless. This man always makes her feel valued, appreciated, and heard, especially apart from the rest of the world. And these are things that will never go unnoticed by her. He will never go unnoticed by her.
“How are things looking, Doctor Cullen?” she asked. “Am I passing inspection?”
Carlisle lightly laughed at her attempt at a joke. “So far things are looking good. I think we’re about ready to do the abdominal ultrasound and see what things are looking like down there.”
He moved over to his white, sterile metal cart that held the handheld ultrasound. The plan was for Carlisle to put the clear lubricant on her belly, place the ultrasound on it, and then wait for the image to connect to the screen to his right. From there, he’ll see if there are any obstructions or issues.
“Are you ready, honey?” he asked. “If it’s too cold, just let me know.”
Eloise held her two thumbs up. “I’m ready. Let’s do it.”
The exam began. For a period of time, the sound and echo waves were all they could hear. Eloise was holding her breath. Carlisle’s face was pinched, his eyes and ears hyper-focused on the task. Until the heartbeat-like echo struck back at them.
His wife lifted her hand to stop him from continuing with the examination. “What was that?” she queried.
“I don’t know, darling. I don’t know.” he said. “Let’s try again and see if we get the same feedback.”
He continued his inspection but still received the same results. The heartbeat was unlike any he heard before (besides his wife’s): strong, pure, yet calm in its essence. Before he could ponder any other reasonings behind this strange occurrence, Eloise interrupted him. “Carlisle, we both know that’s a heartbeat. You can question it and try to find other avenues to follow, but you know the truth. And a heartbeat can only mean one thing,” she smiled, so big that her dimples were more pronounced than ever before. “We’re pregnant. My magic enabled us to create a baby.”
He took her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist. “We don’t know that.”
“But we do. Carlisle, all the signs have been pretty prevalent these last few weeks. I just never thought to associate them with pregnancy because we agreed we would wait to start trying. I guess the universe had other plans.”
“Eloise, honey…”
“You know it’s true. I do because I can feel our child. Now, after all this time, he or she has decided to make their presence known. The energy I feel--the positivity and contentment I’m now carrying in this moment--is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.”
Carlisle looked at her, stunned. If she can feel their child, how could he dispute that? How could he challenge what she (and he) knew to be true in all its unlikelihood? It wasn’t like this was entirely impossible, especially after reading about other couples’ experiences. Couples like them.
Eloise took his moment of consideration to move his hand to her tummy. “I know it’s hard to come to terms with right now because we weren’t sure how true the reports were, but I think it’s time we start believing in them. Carlisle, you’re going to be a father, and I’m going to be a mother. We’re going to finally have the opportunity to expand our family.”
Hearing those words made Carlisle outright grin. They had been waiting for this moment for so long that he never believed it would ever actually happen. But now, he has everything he could ever want in the palm of his hand.
“Well, it would appear that way,” he said, leaning over his wife to give her a heart-stopping kiss. “And I must add that I’m excruciatingly happy. Thank you, sweetheart.”
#twilight#newmoon#eclipse#breaking dawn#pregnancy#phoenix#vampire#carlisle cullen#carlisle x reader#bella swan#edward cullen#jacob black#wolves#alice cullen#love#marriage#romance#babies
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Total Opposite (part 7)
Paul Lahote x Swan Reader
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After every calm wave, there must be a huge storm. This is what happened after the fight with the new born army.
A year has pass since then. Bella and the Cullen are graduating. The happy moment from the graduation soon turn into a deadly serious one.
Bella and Edward decided to get married.
"What?" (Y/n) ask her sister in disbelief. "What the hell, Bella? Do you know the consequences?"
"I know, (y/n)... i know.." (Y/n) look at her sister with raising eyebrows. "But.. but we love each other. We can't live without each other. Like with you and Paul.. and Dad already agreed into this."
(Y/n) couldn't believe her sister at all. Why? Why must it had to be Edward, the vampire, out of all men in USA? WHY? And the fact that their Dad agreed into this is just, what?
"You know what will happen if you marry him right? You know that it's dangerous. Why? Don't give me that 'i love him' reasons." (Y/n) start to raise her voice. Yes, she want Bella to be happy. But this? Marrying a vampire? It's the most dangerous things to do!
Bella couldn't find her voice. She only look at her angry younger sister, don't know what to say.
"You know.. i really want you to be happy. I'll accept anything to help you happy. But this? I'm sorry, but i can't. I can't accept this Bella. This is the most stupidiest and dangerous things to do." The youngest Swan turn her back against her sister. She can't let everyone around them to get hurt again.
"Please, (y/n).. just come into my wedding. I just need you to come into my wedding, that's it.. i won't and never force you to accept all of this.. please?" Hearing Bella plea, (y/n) sigh in defeat.
"Okay. But please tell the Cullen to leave me alone. I'm serious. The last time i told you this, your friend Alice kept bothering me, calling me. I can't be friend with them, even if they are vegetarians. I still don't feel safe. Okay?" Bella nod her head immediately.
"Thankyou sis.. you know that even i hate Paul, but i really support your relationship with him, okay? Ask me if you need help. I'll always be there for you." She said as the two reconcile pretty fast.
Yeah. Even if both of them disagree on something or having a huge fight, they always reconcile fast enough. In just one day. They know that they need each other. They respect each other decisions even if they don't like it. That's a huge surprise from the Swan daughters relationships.
The news of Bella's wedding spread fast as the wedding invitations being spread into family and friends. This lead into Jacob leaving the house into the Canada, feeling hurt about Bella's wedding.
The pack feels restless, thinking about Jacob and what will happen after the wedding. Will everything be okay?
"Don't go... i don't feel right leaving with the leech.." Paul whispered with worried face. Today is Bella's wedding and the idea that his imprint going to her sister wedding, with almost a full of vampires isn't a great idea.
"I'll be fine, Paul. There's Seth. He gonna protect me. It's okay." (Y/n), who already wearing the dress beautifully, pat her hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down.
"Still..." (y/n) chuckle and kiss Paul's cheek. "I'll be back before you know it. Okay?" Then, she leave with Seth for Bella's wedding.
The wedding went pretty well. Everything is perfect. (Y/n) smile at Bella when the couple saying their vow. Everyone can tell that the two are in so much love. The wedding ceremony finish up with a dancing. (Y/n) dance with Seth all the way, laughing at each other as Seth said something funny to lighten up the girl mood. She's a little bad mood since some of the Cullen, expecially Alice tried to talk to her. Unfortunately, Seth is always there to save the young girl.
"Why can't they leave me alone?!" She half yelled as both of them stand aside, looking at people dancing.
"I think that's something related to Alice's ability to look into the future." Ability? Future?
"Can you... can you tell me more about it?"
"Each vampires have ability. Like Edward, he can read mind. Alice can look into the future. The Volturi also. They all have different ability." Seth explain a bit about Cullen and vampires.
"But, why the Cullen always try to talk to me, like they want to get close to me?" He just shrug.
"I don't know.. and don't worry, (y/n). We'll be there with you." Seth bright smile make (y/n) smile too, feeling safe.
As the dancing and party continue, Bella suddenly ran near the exit. Jacob is coming back! They hug and talk to each other. But as the talk continue, the look on Jacob change. He suddenly get angry. Luckily, Sam is there with the pack, ready to stop Jacob from doing something dangerous.
"What happened?" (Y/n) asked as Seth use his body as a shield for her.
"Jake's angry, knowing that Bella and Edward will go for a honeymoon."
Poor Jacob. He loves Bella. It must be hard for him.
Before things got out of hand, Sam already told Jacob to leave with him and the rest of the pack. Seth too, leaving (y/n) alone. She try to search for her dad, but when she see him with Sue and Billy, talking, she back away and decided to just leave the party.
"I'll go home, Bella. Is that okay?" (Y/n) ask her sister as she readily want to leave.
Before Bella can say something, Alice approach them. This make (y/n) roll her eyes and looking toward her sister for help. "What's the rush, (y/n)? We want to know more about you." She said with big smile.
(Y/n) scoof and back away. She looks at Bella. "I'll leave first, sis." Bella nod her head. "Be carefull. Is Paul gonna pick you up?"
"Yeah. We gonna meet up not to far from here. I'm not gonna come home tonight, sis. Tell Dad about it. I'm gonna hang out with the pack." (Y/n) said and hurriedly leave the party.
"Wait! Let me walk with you. It's dangerous out there." Alice, still try to get close to the youngest Swan.
"No! Can you for once leave me alone?! You are so annoying!" The calm and quite (y/n) yelled loudly at Alice. Her face and eyes shows hatred. Some of the people stare at their direction, making (y/n) feels uncomfortable. Charlie soon approach them, asking his youngest daughter.
"You okay, dear? Want me to walk you home?" He asked, gently squeeing her shoulder.
"Alice, enough. I already told you to leave her alone.." Bella stop Alice before she could approach me.
"But-"
"Please." She sigh in defeat, looking at (y/n) with sad eyes. But (y/n) didn't mind it as she shift her eyes to her dad.
"It's okay, Dad. I'm fine. Paul isn't far from here. Just want to have some lone quite time to myself. I'll be back home tomorrow. Gonna have fun with the guys." Charlie nod his head, knowing exactly that (y/n) prefer to spend times with the boys in the Rez, rather than with the Cullen.
"Okay. Be carefull. Call me when you get there, okay?" Then, she leave hurriedly, dissapear into the woods.
(Y/n) is deep in thought as she walk down into the meet up place to meet Paul. Her mood is bad after the party. She should be happy about her sister, but that vampire ruin her mood. As she reach the place, Paul already waiting for her along with Seth. The look on (y/n) make both of them wonder what happened at the party.
"What happened, (y/n)? You okay?" Paul approach his imprint hurriedly, asking if she's alright.
"No. Alice stubbornly tried to approached me. Thanks to Bella and Dad i could get out from there." (Y/n) mumbled, feeling angry and annoyed at the same time. "Because of her, my mood is ruin right now. I just wanna take a rest and enjoy Emily's foods."
Paul grab her hand and they head to Emily's. Seth trailling from behind them. Feeling slightly annoyed too. "I shouldn't have left you back there." He mumbled grumpy.
Paul chuckle at him. "It's okay, Seth. Alpha's order. Besides, you protect her well. I'm glad."
"Still...."
"Hey, Seth." The boy looks up to see a certain black eyes of (y/n), smilling at him. "Thankyou." It stunt Seth as the couple leave him, standing freeze.
As the 3 make it to Emily's, they gathered around at the dining table. The pack already sitting, eating. "You should first go change, (y/n). I'll save some for you." Emily suggest as (y/n) nod and grab her spare clothes that she put it before she left for the wedding, and head up to the bathroom to change. Then she head back to the dining room and sit beside Paul, eating her foods.
"How's Jake?" (Y/n) asked Sam as he give her this sad looks.
"Not good. But he will be okay later. Just have to keep eyes on him." (Y/n) nod, knowing well what Jake has to gone through.
"I'll go talk to him later."
"Okay, that's great (y/n). Thankyou." Sam give (y/n) a soft smile and they continue eating.
(Y/n) enjoying the rest of her day with Paul and the pack. Playing games, chit chat, watching movies, throwing jokes. She decided to stay at Emily's with Paul since coming home isn't the best option and she's already so tired to move.
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"What?"Sam looks at (y/n) with this deadly serious eyes.
"You heard me, (y/n). Bella's pregnant."
(Y/n) sigh as she massaging her forehead. She can't believe this.
"She must be kidding me." She mumbled. "How bout Jake?"
"He left. With Seth." Paul said as (y/n) looks at him with horror.
"What the hell exactly happened?"
"Bella is dying. The baby is killing her. We decided to kill them before it kills Bella." The news of the pack want to kill Bella shock (y/n).
"The hell, Sam?! That's my sister! And it's still a baby!" (Y/n) yelled, shocking the guys and Emily.
"(Y/n). Stop." Paul using his warning voice. His face hardened, his hands are clenched.
"What? And I just stand still, looking at all of you killing her and the baby? No way!" (Y/n) stands up and ready to leave.
"Stay out of this, (y/n). I'm warning you." Paul said.
"Who are you to ordering me around?" The girl look at her boyfriend, her eyes full of rage. "You know how close me and Bella. And i won't let you guys kill her and her baby."
"(Y/n). Paul. Calm down." Sam decided to mediate them, but it's no used as (y/n) already walk out of the door.
"(Y/n)! Wait!" Emily calls her.
"No. I won't stay with you. I won't let you kill my sister. You kill her, i'm done with you all. I'm out and leaving. That's final." After she said that, she leave. Paul, with fist clenched run into the woods and shift angrily.
The boys just look at them, helpless. They can't do anything. Alpha's order.
"Sam." Emily reach Sam, but Sam just stand still not even chase Paul to the woods. He knows not to interfere their relationship. But he also don't have any intention to not kill Bella and her baby. He know (y/n) will forever hate them all, but this is for people safety.
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Dark Alleys and Dark Bruises- Javid
Helllloooo!!! I haven’t posted a Javid oneshot for awhile so here you go! (also on Wattpad: Forbidden Thoughts~Javid Oneshots)
TW: blood, homophobia, use of f****t, angst (with happy ending!!)
The dirty puddles twinkled in the soft lamplight as Jack Kelly's footsteps disturbed them. He watched the ripples disappear into the edges, humming with slight interest. Leaning on the wall beside him, Jack looked up at the few stars that he could see through the clouds.
That kid's really killin' me, he thought bitterly. Again, his mind landed on a subject that he could never escape: David Jacobs.
Jack was on the way back to the Lodge from walking Davey and Les to their home, "It's dangerous out these days," was the only excuse he could muster, trying to hide the fact he just wanted more time with Davey.
Now, as Jack stood alone, he looked glumly around. Everything here could only remain him of Davey- the grimy pavement as dark as the boys hair, the soft lamplight as tender as his cheek, hidden alleyways where Jack would fantasise pulling him into, the twinkling stars matching his shining eyes.
Jack shook his head angrily.
He pushed off the wall and stuffed his hands roughly in his pockets. Girls, boys, he loved them both. Too bad none but the newsies really liked that.
So caught up in his thoughts as he was, Jack didn't see the two shadows slither up behind him.
A voice dripped in sarcasm drifted out from the darkness as Jack froze in his tracks.
"Oi! What'd we's have here now? That the famous Jack Kelly, is it?"
Oscar and Morris Delancey scuffled out from behind him. Jack sighed loudly, turning back with a fake, smug smile and threw his hands up.
"Oscar, Morris. What cha doing down in these parts, shouldn't yer be crawlin' 'round by someone else's feet at this time of night?"
Oh, they didn't like that comment.
Their smiles faded and clean shaven jaw clenched.
"We's was just passin' by 'til we saw ya round 'ere alone." Oscar spat, cracked his knuckles and advanced. Jack tried to stand his ground but when Oscars hot and mucky breath washed over his cold face, he clenched his fists and stepped back.
"My fists have been aching without anything to punch-" before Jack could respond, Morris took a swing at him, but he dodged it with a gulp. What were they playing at? What did they want?
"Oi, where's yer little boyfriend, aye Kelly? Davey was it?"
Ah, so that's what they wanted.
"Don't have a boyfriend," Jack shrugged, "What, you offering Morris?"
Morris growled and pushed him roughly into an empty alley way. Jack, who hadn't prepared to be pushed, fell violently onto his back, hitting his head on the pavement. Before he could get up, Oscar dug his heel into his chest and forced him back down.
He leaned over him, "Come on Jaaaack, you can tell us if yer a dirty homosexual. We's won't tell."
Jack struggled against his foot and attempted to push him off.
"I ain't gonna. An' if I were, I don't appreciate yer callin' us dirty."
Oscar let Jack scramble up to stand, then kicked him in the stomach, winding him and making him double over in a vulnerable position where they could sock him right in the jaw.
"We's ain't stupid," Morris growled, "You're a disgusting f****t, we've seen the way you and that Davey kid look at each other."
Jack coughed up bright red blood onto the grimy pavement.
"Burn in hell." He snarled.
They leaned forward, "Oh, we won't be the only ones, Queer."
Before another breath could be taken, they started kicking him down, punching him in the jaw, bruising his ribs, cutting his head until it bled on the ground, spitting on his face.
Then, they left him in the cold, bleeding and bruised, hardly able to sit up, slurs echoing through his head.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Where's Jack?" Les whined, looking around at the Newsies Square. Davey's smile flattered but he straightened up to pat his brother reassuringly on his head.
"He'll be here."
A minute passed, then five, then fifteen.
Crutchie hobbled over to them.
"You's seen Jack this mornin'?"
Davey's brow furrowed and shook his head. "No. Didn't he come back last night?"
It was Crutchies turn to shake his head.
Davey looked around anxiously, "He wouldn't have gone to Brooklyn or Queens or somethin'?"
Crutchie looked around as if he would sense him. "Nah, he woulda told one a us," he frowned. "Or you's guys," he added.
Worry started to tease at the edge off Davey's mind. Jack was strong. He would be fine.
If he's strong he would've made it back by now, Daveys brain argued.
Okay, now his mind was full of fear of every single bad thing that could happen to a Newsies around these parts- especially in the middle of the night when Jack had left.
Racer- who had previous joined the conversation- laid a reassuring hand on David's shoulder, "Aye..... Aye Dave what ya worrying about? It's gonna be-"
"I'm gonna go look for 'em," Davey snapped, turning sharply away before giving Les the money and waving a quick goodbye for now. After a nod from Crutchie, Racetrack went with him.
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They had been following the route back to Davey's apartment for a while now, checking each dark alley, each shop window, each side street, just for a small glimpse of where Jack was.
Davey had started panicking when they had gone almost half an hour without a clue, taking off his hat to run his clammy fingers through his dark hair.
"I really dunno," Race sighed, kicking a stick on the road into the alleyway next to them, "he could be anywhere by now, Davey, I-"
There was a groan from the alleyway. Race and David froze.
"What was that....?" Davey half-heartily whispered as Race was already approaching the dark clump .
"Err.....Dave, you better come 'ere quick..."
Davey ran. Then, just as fast, he froze..
Davey found it hard to believe that Jack Kelly- one of the strongest leaders Dave knew, the hard muscled boy with an equally quick witted come back always ready, the boy who never flinched in the way of danger- was the same boy who curled and flinched as Dave put a trembling hand to his shoulder.
"Jack?" He didn't respond as Davey crouched beside him, next to Race, "Hey Jackie?"
"...Dave?"
The voice that whispered was hoarse and cold, nothing like the Jack Dave knew. His head lolled towards where Davey's voice came from. His fingers were crusted with old blood, his face was covered in darkening bruises and an angled nose was red and dried, but through the pain he was still able to reach towards his Dave.
"Hey Jack, it's gonna be okay, it'll be okay, just wait," Dave leaned down to wrap his finger around Jacks, whispering soft assurances. As soon as he had finished he whipped his head up to Race and hissed instructions.
"Racetrack we're getting Jack back to my house."
Race looked between them and opened his mouth to say something.
"Now."
Race, suddenly extremely scared of David, jumped up to push Jack up to sitting.
"Slowly!"
Race flinched.
Jack moaned in pain as he was forced up. Davey reached forward to caress gently at one of Jacks bigger bruises on his face, and held his head when Jack nuzzled into his soft, warm hand.
"It'll be okay..."
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After helping (well, more precisely, dragging) Jack back to Davey's apartment Race went back to Newsies Square to tell the others what happened. He could only gesture a quick goodbye through the fussing of David's mother.
"Is this the Jack Kelly you've been talking so much about? I can help- if you need. I....I can...Help clean the wounds- oh I'll go make something hot! How 'bout I-"
"I can do it, Ma," Davey interrupted his mother, smiling softly afterward. Jack was currently asleep on Davey's bed, words and movements too hard on his body at the moment. David's mother insisted on helping.
"I can handle it, Ma, I swear. I... actually, when I think about it, can you get me a cloth and some water?"
"Of course!"
That would occupy her for a bit.
Letting out a breath, Davey moved over to where Jack was laid, sleeping peacefully, and sat at his feet.
Dave's mother came in to give her son the rag and water, then, after Davey asked her to close the door on her way out, left hesitantly.
Then they were alone.
The resting boy grunted softly in his dream. Dampening the cloth, Davey pressed it against Jacks forehead.
It went on like that for quite some time, and even though it was lonely, Dave enjoyed watching Jack's chest gently rise and fall with each of his quiet breaths, no pain or stress currently weighing it down.
When it came to unbuttoning Jacks vest to reveal his bare chest to clean the wounds underneath, Davey did it hesitantly and slowly.
Jack would understand, wouldn't he? Yeah...yeah.
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A sudden coldness and sticky pain was what woke him. Jack stirred slightly, peeling open his heavy eyelids to squint at the hazy silhouette of a beautiful boy.
He looked to the side and Jack made out the curve of a nose through the shining light which shone behind the boy he stared at.
An angel?
Jack blinked the sand out of his eyes and grunted gingerly, moving his arms under him to lift himself up.
Davey turned. "Oh! Hey Jackie, how ya feeling?" He whispered, the edges of his lips curling in both happiness and worry.
"Aye, er," he winced as he moved his ribs, "could be better, i think."
Davey didn't like seeing Jack in pain, so he made a practiced move to help him sit up and positioned the pillow so he could rest on it.
Jack looked down at his open shirt, took one glance at a blushed Davey, and said nothing about it.
"So..." Davey whispered, "What happened? Who did it, 'cuz I'll go soak 'em right now if I have to, I'll knock some bloody sense inter 'em, you don't mess with Jack Kelly and get away with it-"
"Nah, nah, Davey don't do that it's fine." Davey huffed out a breath. Jack smirked as he watched him wrestle his thoughts and eventually- and angrily might I add- brought the cloth back up to a wound on Jacks cheek that had already been cleaned.
The silence stretched out for longer than what was comfortable.
"It was the Delancey's..." Jack muttered after awhile.
Davey gritted his teeth.
"They's were just pickin' on me, that's all." Jack could tell Dave didn't bye it. He didn't meet his eye, but the pause in his cleaning told a tale.
"What did they say?" David hissed, finally bringing back his hand and looking Jack in his beautifully dark eyes. Jack looked away.
"Theys....nothin'.....it was nothin' Dave..."
"It was not nothing, Jack, don't lie to me, I found you lying in an alley, hardly bloody conscious!"
Jack blinked. He hadn't heard Davey this angry since the strike.
"I....Fine.....T.....Theys were callin' me slurs. Sayin' I should die for being.....for liking boys like I do...." Jack looked away again.
David froze. Then he started to move, eyes cold as he pushed off the bed. But Jack caught his arm- trying to hide his flinch at the sudden movement.
"Davey....David, don't. Yer won't do no good, ya just get yourself beat up too."
"Well if that's what it takes-"
"Davey. P....Please just stay 'ere."
Dave sat back down, somewhat sad and reluctant, and they sat in silence for a time.
"You's don't deserve to die, Jack. Don't let them get to you."
Looking up slowly, Jack smiled- the kind of smile he would normally hide, or the one he wore while blushing. Then, he reached towards Dave's hand.
"Thanks, Dave, ya really are a....pal."
Davey focused his gaze intently on the floorboards, lips frowned, opened, closed, blew out a laboured breath. Previously furrowed brows deepened further.
Chuckling hurt, but Jack thought it was worth it. Reaching up to rest his hand on Dave's jaw, he sat up slightly further. He turned the boys face toward him.
They looked at each other tenderly, taking in each feature and strand of hair they were both so in love with.
Then, Davey leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the top of Jacks forehead, smiling against his skin.
He pulled back and Jack instantly grabbed his waist and pulled him in for a long needed hug.
#javid#angst with comfort#angst with a happy ending#javey#davey jacobs#jack x davey#newsies#newsies are hella gay prove me wrong#newsies fanfiction#Jack Kelly#the Delaneys#:))) this is fine
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not an ultimatum : d.d
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED UNTIL SEPTEMBER. Please do not send one in right now, as I can’t get to it sorry guys. (also double sorry for extending the delay in requests - i’ve been away and had an accident and had to get some things checked out)
brief summary: everyone knows you as an actress alongside david’s girlfriend. but what they don’t know is that you’re pregnant, and neither does david ..
word count: 1.5k requested: yess by the SWEETEST anon ily angel! warnings: mentions of abortions, angst (but fluffy ending!)
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“Fuck.” You can’t help but stare down at the stick in your fingertips as your phone begins to ring, yet you let it ring out.
Dropping the stick, you bury your head in your hands as you stifle a cry. This can’t be happening, you were more careful than this, right?
Obviously, you weren’t. One drunken evening after dinner on your anniversary, things got sloppy. A small groan escapes your lips as you begin to recall the events that took place, along with the words you muttered to David. ‘we don’t need it tonight, baby.’
Well, clearly you did. Congrats.
Looking over to your phone, you watch as it lights up once more, another missed call from David and a text from your assistant.
‘when are you coming out? they’re filming in twenty.’
A long sigh leaves your lips as you force yourself to your feet, throwing the stick into the trash as you exit the toilet in your trailer. As you walk over to grab your things, your hand instinctively rests on your stomach, on the non-existent baby bump.
“There you are!” A small scoff sounds from Katy, your assistant as she leans against the door to your trailer. “Y/n, are you okay?” Her voice softens as you turn around to face her, paler than usual as you blink slowly.
“I’m, I’ll be fine.” You stumble over your words as you try to walk past her, but Katy holds your upper arm lightly. “I’ll be fine, Kitty Kat.” You tease with a forced smile, one Katy doesn’t buy but allows it to slide.
“Break a leg!” She calls out, something she’s done since she first began to assist you.
Throwing her a thumbs up, you carry on towards the set for this afternoon.
Today was the scene you were dreading; it was your fight scene. You insisted on doing your own stunts as a challenge to yourself. There was always your stunt double on stand by, but ninety percent of the time, it was you.
“Okay, Y/n!” Mark, the director calls as you wave to him, taking your position on set as your hair and makeup is touched up. “So, scene twenty-seven, take five. And, action!” He yells, and suddenly you’re back into the world of the movie.
“Listen, we can take this the easy way, or the bitch ass way.” You smirk to your costar, Jacob, who scoffs playfully.
Besides you, the camera pans in on the sudden drop in your expression as you lunge yourself forward, tacking your costar to the ground as the coordinated fight between you fully commences.
After the first few fake punches, things are going smoothly. “Okay, and cut there!” Mark calls out and you straighten up as your costar pats you on the shoulder.
“Hey, Y/n, you feeling alright?” Jacob asks, his face beginning to blur into three as you fall backwards. “Can we get a medic on set?” You faintly hear as you lie on the ground, seeing faces surrounding you before you fully black out.
*
Groaning lightly, you slowly open your eyes.
“There she is,” Katy smiles brightly as you try to sit upright, only to have her hand lightly rest on your shoulder, guiding you back down on your couch. “I’d take it steady, medic instructed me to ensure you drink this and stay seated.”
Accepting the bottle of water, you take a long sip whilst Katy keeps her eyes focused on you. “What is it, Kitty Kat?” You raise an eyebrow to your assistant.
“I don’t wanna pry, Y/n,” She starts, quickly trailing off. “but, the medic asked me if anything was different about you, and I know you’ve been sick a lot lately, and, and you’ve been having these mood swings.” She explains, focusing on the floor instead of looking you in the eye.
“Katy, it’s okay.” You force a small smile as you reach your hand out, snapping her from her own thoughts. “Does anyone else know this or just the medic?” You ask her quietly, glancing over to check the door to your trailer is closed.
“Just the medic.” She ensures as you sigh in relief, taking another sip from the bottle that’s close to empty now. “Have you told David?” Katy questions hesitantly and watches as you shake your head.
Tears build up in your eyes within seconds, and a small sob escapes your lips. “I don’t know what to do,” You blubber, wiping your eyes as Katy passes you some tissues. “I, I’m in the middle of shooting a movie! David’s career is skyrocketing, I,” You sigh in exhaustion as you collapse back down into your sofa whilst Katy daps your eyes lightly with more tissues.
“I guess you won’t know until you talk to him, Y/n/n.” Katy forces a smile as your trailer door opens, and your co-star appears.
“Oh, sorry,” Jacob nervously laughs. “I just came to check you’re alright as Mark wants to carry on shooting the stunt, but we can use your double?”
Sniffing, you sit upright as Katy holds her arms out cautiously. “Tell Mark to carry on with the double, sorry ‘bout this Jacob.” You apologise to your co-star who shrugs it off and exits the trailer, leaving you alone with your assistant once more. “I’m going to have to tell David,” You bury your head in your hands as Katy rubs your back supportively.
“It’ll be okay, Y/n.” Katy tells you, wondering deep down whether this is going to be a good thing or not.
*
“Y/n?!” David yells as the front door closes, and he rushes from editing to the hallway, seeing you stood there with a tired smile on your face. “Katy texted me, you feeling any better?”
Immediately you’re enveloped into a tight hug, one filled with so much love and concern, and you just break down.
“I’m sorry,” You cry, pulling away from your boyfriend who furrows his eyebrows as you wipe your eyes forcefully.
“Hey, it’s okay,” David hushes as he helps you toward the couch and sits beside you, lifting his hand up to wipe your tears away. “are you feeling any better? How was filming?”
You simply shake your head as you fixate on the awards displayed from both your careers. So many achievements in a few years, how could you take potential opportunities away from him now?
“I, it wasn’t so bad.” You shrug your shoulder. “But, there’s something I need to tell you,” Shifting on the couch, you face David and take his hands in yours.
“Okay, what’s so serious?” He chortles but quickly cuts himself off as your lips turn down into a frown, and sadness coats your gaze.
“You know I’ve been feeling kinda sick lately?” You slowly start, and David nods along. “Well, today I felt even worse, and I thought it might be my period, but it’s late.” You explain, looking up as David tenses up.
“How late is late?” David questions quickly, holding your hands tightly as you hold back another cry.
“Late enough to know it’s not coming, because I’m pregnant.” You quietly state, hearing it aloud for the first time as silence looms over both of you. “And I know, the timing couldn’t be any worse, but I did some research on my way home and there’s a clinic like a half-hour away, and-”
“Wait,” David cuts you off abruptly. “you, you don’t want it?” His voice softens to a whisper.
“I, I don’t know.” You mutter, feeling David’s hands slip out of yours. “Are we even ready for a child, Dave?” You ask as he stands up and begins to pace around the living room.
“We could be, but from the sounds of it you’ve made up your mind.” He scoffs, rubbing his eyes as you lean back, taking a cushion and covering your stomach.
“I’ve not made my mind up, David.” You shoot back. “I’m just thinking of both of us here, what it’ll mean for our careers.”
David pauses and sighs. “But we could make it work, others have!” He exclaims, but you shake your head. “Are you not ready for this? For a family?” David kneels down in front of you with those big doe eyes.
“I’m scared, Dave.” You whimper, clutching the cushion closer to you. “You really think we could raise a kid in all of this,” You motion to the world around you, your world that you’re both consumed in.
A small smile tugs at David’s lips as he pulls the cushion away from you, focusing on your stomach. “I think we can do this, but only if you’re ready to, Y/n.” David comforts you before sitting down beside you as you lean against him, resting your head on his shoulder.
“Whatever I decide, you’ll be there for me?” You quietly ask, biting your lip as you glance up at David.
“I’ll always be there for you, Y/n.” David kisses the top of your head as you snuggle closer into him. “Whatever you decide, I’m not going anywhere.”
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you tell me you love her (i give you a grin)
And I'd choose our fate a million times over.
david jacobs x jack kelly (unrequited love)
read it on my ao3!
The grass crumpled beneath his boots. His shadow left a broad dent in the shade
(his body was still a marvel- when had Jack Kelly become so strong? When did Jack Kelly grow into his wimpy shoulders and snivelling ankles? When did Jack Kelly ditch his dreams of a boy to become a man?)
that towered over a lean man who was casually basking in the weak October daylight. He frowned at the sudden loss of warmth, but his eyes danced with mirth as he gazed over his former selling partner, current best friend, and long-time confidant. “Why, Jack Kelly. I thought you stood me up.”
“I’d neva, Dave,” Jack bent down in the mellow grass next to David. “They caugh’ me onna big shipment just as I was ‘bout to leave for lunch. Tell Esther that the market’ll have a good deal on trout tomorrow.”
Their heads nearly touched at the temple, and if Jack had the nerve or the gall, he could move a miniscule inch and connect their homely skin. It would only take a second- and what is a second, honestly? A moment in time? In the everlasting universe? And Jack Kelly wasn’t a very smart man, but he knew that humans only took up a small part of the whole existence of the world and a single second of humanity could manage to be wasted on the shifting of a cold, lonely wrist to lay on the freckled arm of another-
David rolled onto his side, more interested in a patch of dandelions than the market predictions for the next day. “Besides,” scrunching his nose, as if that would clear his irreverent musings on the universe, “not all o’ us are fancy medical men with all the break time they could ask fa’. I’m the big man pullin’ the weight ‘round here.”
(And it was true, to some aspects. Jack brought home honest-to-goodness bakery bread on Fridays so they could practice Shabbat without travelling, as Mayer so liked to do. He gave Les nickels to spend at the fair and bought Sarah hair ribbons for no particular reason. There was the gas bill he had paid one particularly difficult December, and the endless hours of doing various handiwork around the house when David was studying and Mayer’s old aches came to haunt him. The Jacobs’ home was also Jack’s, not because he needed it, but because they needed him.)
(He needed it too, he supposed.)
A yellow dandelion hovered over his nose, gently twirling with the teasing hum of David leaning in so close. Jack’s teeth snapped at it.
“You can drink the milk of these, I read,” David mused.
Jack wrinkled his nose. “Dandelion salad‘s only good tha first five times. Plus, it’d turn Crutchie’s tongue yellow.”
Dropping the little flower altogether, David rolled flat on his back and turned to gently nudge Jack on his shoulder with his premature wrinkling forehead. “Jackie,” he whispered.
(“I love you,” he would go on, later in Jack’s dreams. “I’ve loved you since I met you, I love you like a wildfire, I love you so much I cannot bear it, I love you like every character in all of my books, I love you.”)
“I’ve met a girl.” There was a hint of mischief in David’s tone- and Jack didn’t recognize it. There was suddenly a gated city wrapped around David’s heart and Jack was frantically scrambling for the key; For the first time, he was locked out of David’s life. He was an onlooker upon territory he had memorized by touch, by heart, by memory.
“Yeah?” If David had been paying attention, the word would have pinged around his Tin Man heart- hollow, empty, overused. “The Walking Mouth finally has someone to use it on?”
He relished in the feel of David’s uncalloused palms shoving playfully at his tanned, muscled arm. “Don’t be crass,” the boy chided. “Her name is April.”
(Jack was born on a misty-eyed April morning, with the clouds swabbed over the sun and an ominous wind blowing throughout the emptied streets. His mother had called it a bad omen. His father couldn’t fathom why.)
The crook of Jack’s elbow was full of David’s lingering fingertips; A question he didn’t dare ask left a sour taste on his tongue. He smiled at David’s far away face, his gaze belonging to a girl,
(a girl, a rotten girl, a girl that wasn’t even Katherine because that would have hurt much less, understandable even. She was an unimportant girl and she would never be enough for Davey, his Davey)
(A girl.)
and his smile was full of thorns.
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“I can’t believe-” the words were practically ripped from his throat. “We’s goin’ so fast!”
David couldn’t drive in the technical sense, but he was captaining a true automobile as the Earth did spin. Jack sat in the passenger seat to crow at any poor little commoners that walked along the beaten path, none of them good enough to ride in the electrical engine Mr. Ford had handcrafted himself.
It had been a graduation present from a fellow doctorate student (one with a wealthy father and ill-meaning connections), a spin in his brand-new electric carriage for his reliable old pal, David Jacobs. Jack’s eyes widened to the size of half-dollars as the man passed over the keys to David- David, who had once put the wrong shoe on the wrong foot and walked around crooked all day, too proud to admit he had made a mistake- and they tried to conceal their excitement as the engine turned over for the first time.
He was going to do it. Right here, right now, in this strange man’s car, with clunky work boots on his feet and David’s spectacles sliding down the bridge of his nose.
“I love you!” Jack roared over the engine.
“I’m going to ask April to marry me!” David practically sang into the wind.
Jack’s throat closed up, his skin was set on fire, and he suddenly wanted to see what happened when you jumped from a gadget that was moving so fast.
“Wait, what? Did you hear me?” David’s hair was beginning to grow long enough that it was wild in the gust of the automobile. “I’m going to ask her to marry me!”
(When he was seven, another newsboy- only a handful of months older than him- had asked him if his momma had ever taught him about love. No, Jack had replied, both sour about being outsmarted by a kid who picked his nose and not ever having a momma in the first place. “It’s this great big tree that grows on the inside of our tummies,” the boy went on. “And one day, someone ‘s gonna come along and pick all ‘f th’ fruit on our branches, one by one, until all you have are pretty green leaves. That’s love.”)
(That same boy would kiss him in a dirty alleyway seven years later, and Jack would crack a joke about all of his apples still being intact. The boy would stare back with blank, unrecognizable eyes.)
Jack couldn’t even be angry- he wasn’t strong enough to be furious anymore, not when his days were long and the nights were spent clutching at empty bedsheets. He couldn’t be angry at his good, unselfish Davey, the boy who rubbed at his mother’s aching feet when she spent too long at the factory lines and clumsily darned socks when his sister couldn’t feel her slender fingers. There was no resentment for the beautiful, dark-haired girl who had accidentally collided with David at the grocer’s market when they reached for the same can of something-or-other. She had been nothing but kind to the gentle giant who lurked in the shadows of David’s life, telling inappropriate jokes and interrupting their dates. April always made a place for him at their table.
“That’s the best idea you’ve had all year,” Jack called out, and watched his words dance away in the wind.
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Katherine had struck him, hard, when he asked her to marry him.
He cradled his jaw with a shock that reverberated around his skull. “Kathy, what did I-”
“You are the most selfish, careless man I know, Jack Kelly.” Her skirts whirled around her ankles- the candy-pink cotton matching other bridesmaids’ dresses to contrast the delicate white lace of April’s wedding dress. David Jacobs was now a married man, and Jack Kelly a desperate one. “We all see how you look at him. There’s not a single person who hasn’t noticed. Get it through your thick, unfeeling skull.”
(“They say,” David’s vows were memorized. His voice never wavered. “That only someone in love would truly understand the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice: a man walks through the Underworld to save his begotten bride, to only turn around and lose her at the very last second. I’ve spent years pouring over that story, wondering why Orpheus would be such a fool, such an irresponsible, lovesick fool, if he truly loved her. But now, standing before my own darling little bride, I understand. I’d turn around for one last look at you. I’d turn every. Single. Time. I’m your fool, April. And I’d choose our fate a million times over.”)
“He doesn’t love you,” Katherine’s voice was heavy with disgust. “And I’m beginning to understand why.”
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The train ticket was heavy in his palm. “I just don’t see why you have to go,” David whispered. “Who is my son going to learn his bad habits from? Who’s going to teach him how to hawk a headline for extra change? How to poke fun at his papa?”
“He has Les.” Jack’s voice was a barely audible rumble, rusty with misuse. He didn’t talk much these days, Jack Kelly now preferred to linger in the background of conversations, the memory of a bright young man he used to be. Those days had come and gone without much complaint, even if Jack secretly yearned to be so terribly free that he believed in a future for a gangly, fresh-faced boy and a hardened boy with the silver-tongued lies.
(There were rumors, you know. About horrible men and horrible things, about broken ribs and jail time even the Mayor would disapprove of. Jack didn’t do much to dispel the irrational stories people told about him.)
(To prove a lie is false, you must present the truth.)
(Jack didn’t have a truthful bone left in his body.)
A carefully measured silence stretched between them. “Is this about…” David’s hand instinctively reached for Jack’s rough palm- a second of contact, the flash in the pan, their moment in the universe.
He withdrew from his gentle touch, and taking a bullet to his leg
(Jack was twenty-three and alarmingly brave. David was twenty-two and studying to become a doctor. They both cried as David’s unsure hand stitched an unclean wound back together- David, tears of worry; Jack, hopelessly lovesick and falling apart at the seams.)
had been less painful. “It’s about Santa Fe, Dave. Kiss Esther goodbye for me, won’t you?”
The platform to the train was busy, flowing with New Yorkers that had somewhere to be, a place to go, or a person to meet. Jack was the lone soul that took his time to feel the cobblestone under his worn-down boots, the ragged laces dragging against the streets that raised him as their own. His suitcase, a single-handled brown leather
(the only item inside was a bundle of letters, all addressed to David Jacobs)
thing, had never seen a polish rag or repairman’s case, and he felt as if he had the weight of the world to carry with him all the way to New Mexico, where the cattle roam free and Jack Kelly wouldn’t have a broken heart to board up behind slats of wood. The train whistle blew, sharp and piercing, and Jack couldn’t resist his own dreadful hubris; He turned.
And David Jacobs had already disappeared into the swarm of faceless people with their endless inventory of needs to be met, so Jack Kelly got on a train to Santa Fe.
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Warnings: Language, farts, bros being bros. I don’t know where I’m going with these.
“Glad you could make it” Jacob’s tone was flat and he pinched the back of your leg as you squeezed into the pew beside him. You elbowed him, setting your purse at your feet and trying to press the wrinkles out of your dress with the palms of your hands.
“What’s the mood?” You whispered as John started to rummage through your bag for a pack of mints.
“Mild disappointment and the dangers of social media.” John spoke around the mint in his mouth, handing the tin to Jacob across your lap.
“My bet is purity in simple living.” Jacob popped two mints into his mouth and immediately began chewing. John winced at the loud crack, stretching his arms along the back of the pew. Jacob sat ramrod straight, arms crossed. You felt yourself relax at the familiarity. You never felt more secure of your place in Project, in Joseph’s Prophecy, in the Voice. Than sitting between John and Jacob. Taking your place in the first pew, betting on what Joseph’s sermon would be.
“Hmm. I’m thinking the importance of fellowship.” John and Jacob nodded thoughtfully at your suggestion.
You looked behind you, smiling at members of the congregation, making faces as the kids until they giggled. A collection plate was being passed around to members who had not fully committed to the Project. Despite the cool breeze trickling through the open windows, many members were using pamphlets as makeshift fans.
“Hey, how ‘bout a camping trip this weekend?” Jacob whispered conspiratorially in your ear. You nodded eagerly, giving his arm a gentle squeeze.
“Just do me a favor,” John stretched his legs, crossing them at the ankles, “and don’t radio me at two in the morning because you thought you saw bigfoot.”
“We totally did.”
“Absolutely.”
The side door to the church squeaked open and Joseph entered, shutting the door gently behind him. He made his way to the pulpit slowly, head hung low. He took off his yellow tinted sunglasses and tucked them into his button-up. You felt the same prickle of anticipation and pride as you did every time Joseph preached.
Joseph never used notes to give his sermons, just the Book of Joseph and the power of the Voice. As always, his melodic tone burrowed into your cells. Your stomach fluttered, tears pricking your eyes. Joseph’s gaze met yours with a soft, sweet smile. You returned the smile. This was the man that had sought you out at the behest of the Voice. Like a caged animal you snapped at every helping hand, unable to tell friend from foe. But something about Joseph, about all the Seeds, had wormed its way into your soul. Changed you, given you purpose.
Jacob’s arm stretched behind you, his hand flexed as it clasped lightly on John’s shoulder. Your mind refocused on Joseph’s steady cadence as he discussed the necessity of community and the strength of the Project.
You felt rejuvenated after the sermon, bouncing on the balls of your feet. John seemed exasperated with your pent-up energy.
“I just don’t understand how you can guess the sermon every time.”
“No one likes a sore loser John.” Jacobs hands landed heavily on your shoulders, halting your constant movement.
“Where are we-” You broke off and scrunched your nose.
“Jacob seriously?” Twisting away from Jacob’s iron grip you frantically clasped a hand over your nose and mouth.
“Fucking hell” John quickly held the collar of his jacket up, covering the lower half of his face. Jacob was giggling manically.
“What did you eat?” You gasped, flapping a hand. Thankfully you were under the shade of a large oak, separated from the lingering clusters of churchgoers. You could hear Joseph’s voice echo in your mind that childish sibling antics should be kept away from members of your flock. As Heralds, you were held to the highest standard.
That didn’t stop Jacob’s farts from fucking reeking. Still scrunching your nose, you gave Jacob a halfhearted punch in the stomach.
“Please don’t dislodge anything by doing that.” John chided with a hand held under his nose. You shook out your hand. While your punch was playful, Jacob was built like metal pylon.
A shape emerged from the shade of the church roof. You squinted against the sun, but even against the glare you identified Joseph’s long-legged stride. Clasping your hands behind your back you smiled at his approach.
He greeted Jacob first, with a gentle pat to the back. Then John, resting a hand to his bearded cheek. He reached both hands out to you, and you surged forward hugging him tightly. Joseph chuckled at your childlike greeting.
The four of you made your way to you Joseph’s humble cabin, as short distance from the church. You sighed, entirely content… Until Joseph mentioned preparation for the Collapse.
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