#darling moved to Washington

[reidtina]

Mr. President

Pairing: jack schlossberg x fem!reader

Content warning: +18 MDI semi-public sex (I think it's considered), oral sex (reader receiving), pet name calling (honey, darling, baby, babe), vaginal fingering, orgasm, office sex, smut, mentions of sex, established relationship, I think that's it

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: Jack Kennedy Schlossberg is the grandson of the Former President John F. Kennedy, and now he's the one to assume the role of president of the USA, he's a serious politician, but when it comes to his girlfriend Y/N, he's also a little horny, which sometimes leads to situations like eating her pussy in his office at the white house.

A/n: i wrote it because I didnt find many fics of him, but it's my first ever, I posted it on ao3 too

You’ve been dating Jack for over 3 years now, you lived in New York City, and since he moved to the White House in Washington you didn’t get to see each other as often as you’d want, but you had a few free days this week, so you decided to spend them in DC with him. The guards already knew you, so they let you in and you went straight to your boyfriend’s office on the west wing.

When he hears your knock on the door, he yells a little “come on in” and as you open the door, he looks up from the paperwork he was doing and smiles at you.

“Hey, darling” he says standing up from his chair and making his way to you and wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. “I’ve missed you” he sighs, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ve missed you too, babe, I wish we could spend more time together” you say

“I know” he replies, sliding his hands to your hips, pulling you over to sit down on the edge of his desk. “But I want to make up for the lost time” he stands between your legs, running his hands up and down your thighs. “I was about to go crazy having to work without seeing you all day” he says kissing your neck. His fingers move just under the hem of the tight black dress you are wearing.

“God, how I love this dress” he mumbles, his hands moving from your hips to slowly run up and down your back, feeling the soft lace on your skin through the fabric.

“Does that mean you don’t want to take it off?” you ask in a teasingly tone with a grin on your face.

He chuckles and is fast to reply “Oh, no, honey, I may love it, but there’s nothing you can wear that I’d like more than the sight of your bare skin”. He bites your shoulder lightly and runs his tongue over the spot he just bit.

Jack nips at your neck, planting a trail of kisses all the way down from your neck to your collarbone. “It’s not even fair how beautiful you are” he mumbles against your skin, his large, warm hands sliding under the dress to grab your thighs. He pulls back to look at you and his eyes roam your body, admiring every curve and dip of your figure under the form-fitting dress. “God, I need you” he groans.

“You have me, I’m yours” you say looking deep into his eyes and your hand cupping his face, pulling him in for a kiss.

When you break the kiss, he says “No, I need you right now” gripping at your waist to pull your body closer to his, pressing his hips into yours. His eyes are darkened with lust, his breathing heavy. “Can you lock the door?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly.

You get up from the desk and make your way to the door and while he closes the curtains you turn the key on the door, locking it and as soon as he hears the click of the door locking echoing through the office and you go back to where he’s standing, he pounces. He grabs your hips again and pins you to the edge of his desk, his mouth crashing into yours in a messy kiss. The kiss is hot, desperate, his tongue invades your mouth, tangling with yours.

“Hooking up with the president in the white house, that’s kinky” you mutter through the kiss, running one hand through his hair and the other lightly scratching his chest. “God, that mouth of yours” he mutters back, then running his tongue slowly over yours, before pulling away slightly. “Maybe I’ll have to put it to good use for me” he says, nipping your bottom lip and pinning you harder to the desk with his hips. His hands grip your thighs, slowly sliding up your dress. He plants a trail of kisses down your neck, biting softly at the skin, his warm breath fanning across your chest through the fabric of your dress. His hands continue to slide up your thighs, and he moves to push your legs apart.

He lifts you up and sets you gently on the desk, his body now between your legs, his lips are on your neck, slowly sucking in the soft skin and marking you as his own. His hands are on your hips, holding you against him as he continues to kiss and bite every bit of skin he can find, sometimes getting a moan out of you.

“God, you’re delicious” he mutters against your skin, his hands moving to your thighs as he pushes your dress up, slowly running his hands up your bare legs, his lips find their way to your collarbone, and he kisses, nips and sucks, masking your skin as he goes. “So soft” he breaths heavily, placing a kiss right over your chest before moving down to your bare thighs, his hands grip on them, as he slowly spread your legs wider “I need more” he groans and you moan to the feeling of his mouth on your thighs. “Take it” you say softly and low.

His lips move to your knee, where he bites down gently “Careful what you say to me” he mutters, his hands slowly tracing up your inner thigh “I’ll take everything I can”, his words send shivers up your spine. “It’s yours to take” you whisper as he pushes your legs open even further, biting gently at your inner thigh, his lips moving over your skin “you’re mine” he says, his hot breath washing over you. “I am” you confirm, nodding and caressing his hair as his lips find their way higher and higher, until you feel them press against your core through your underwear, he gently bites and sucks at the skin and then pauses to say: “and no one else’s”

“No one else’s, only yours” you confirm again, eager to feel his mouth on your skin again and then his tongue darts out, licking over the fabric of your underwear once again. He looks up at you through black eyelashes and whispers “I’m going to show you exactly who you belong to”, his fingers running over the lace of your panties. “Show me, babe” you ask.

He grins at you, and in one swift movement, he hooks his fingers into your panties and pulls the lace off, tossing them somewhere on the floor, before quickly getting back on his knees in front of you. He runs his hands up your legs again, his fingers slowly running over the sensitive skin of your center. “I’m gonna make you say my name” he says in a seductive tone. “Oh, fuck” you let out a moan when one of his fingers enters you.

He moves his other hand up to grip your thigh, pulling you closer to him “That’s not it, darling” he teases, his breath hot on your skin and now two fingers moving inside of you. “Say it” he demands, his lips trailing up your thighs, moving closer to where his fingers are, his lips move up and down, not quite where you need them yet. “Jack, please” you beg, your voice shaking in lust and need. He runs his tongue over the sensitive skin of your thighs, teasing you “please what, honey?” he asks, looking up at you, his brown eyes darkened with lust, burning through your skin. “Please eat my pussy” you ask, barely able to let out the words through your desperation. “That’s all you had to say, darling” he mutters, and wasting no more time his tongue dives into you, his mouth and fingers working over you. He sucks and licks at your skin, tasting every bit of you as he devours you, his tongue moves rapidly.

He pulls back for a moment, running his tongue over his lips, the corners of which turn up in a sly grin “I’ve been wanting this all that, baby” he says and you grin down at him and teasingly say “You love the way I taste, don’t you?” He hums against you, his tongue running up and down again “Yeah, I do. I’m addicted to you” he says, his eyes flickering up, watching your facial expressions, admiring your moans and the way you tilt your head back in pleasure, loving every second of it. “You know I love when you sound like that” he mutters, his eyes never leaving you. “Jack” you moan his name, the sound of it sending blood down his cock, he loves the sounds you make, loves the fact that he’s able to get you this worked up “Say it again” he asks and you obey, moaning his name again as you bite your lower lip “I’m almost cumming, Jack” you groan. “Yeah, baby?” he smirks onto your skin, keeping his fingers movements at the same pace and asks you “Tell me what you want”

“Just keep doing it like this” you say grabbing his hair and he groans against you, loving the feeling of your fingers in his hair, he obliges, continuing to move his tongue and fingers in just the way he knows you love. “Just like this, baby? You like that”

“Uhm, yeah, just like that” you moan, his mouth working to get you just where you need to be, you feel your legs shaking and your breath getting heavier when you finally cum on his fingers and mouth, he laps up your release, pulling out his fingers and running his tongue over your core and sucking his fingers before standing up and grabbing you to hold your body against his. He kisses you, giving you a taste of your own pussy, “You’re so perfect” he says, cupping your face and holding your body against his. “I love you, Jack” you reply, he smiles, a soft, love-filled smile as he lifts you into his arms and walks over to his chair, sitting down and pulling your body into his lap, he wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck and whispers “I love you too, y/n”

“Where are my panties? I can’t be caught sitting here on your lap wearing nothing but a dress” you say and he grins against your skin “They’re on the floor somewhere, let’s hope no one walks in” he says, pressing a gentle kiss on your neck and running one hand up and down your bare leg. “Let me just grab them” you ask, grinning too and attempting to stand up, but he holds you in his lap “Oh, no, you’re not going anywhere, not when you’re sitting on my lap with nothing but a dress”.

You chuckle and say “You’re so naughty, Mr. President”, he grins and says “Only for you, you menace. You make it so easy when you wear a dress like this”. So you tease him and say “Even easier when I don’t wear anything”. He groans and bites your neck “Don’t tease me like this, you know I’ll have you again” he says, running his hands on your bare thighs. “I’d be happy to let you have me as many times as you want to” you say, smirking. “I need to go through a few meetings and then I’ll take you back to my room” he promises, making even more eager to have him all to yourself all night long. “I can’t wait for that” you grin.

“Oh, I have so many ideas” he says, his lips moving to your shoulder “and you’ll have to follow every single one of them” he teasingly whispers, nipping at your skin and making you smile to the thought of the night you’ll have.

[valeskawhore]

Hi darling<3, hope you are doing okay<3! I was wondering if i can get a one shot or headcanons (wichever is easier for you) where Homelanders fall in love genuinely for a Female s/o wich is so cute, sweet and kind and have angel powers, like the wings, she can put people to sleep if she sings and almost looks like an angel (perfect sking almost in a pale pink tone, and pink hair<3). And the team is very confused like "How in the hell you fall in love with someone?", but Homelanders is very happy and wants to be a good boyfriend :D

Sorry it took me a bit!!!! Here you go lovely!!!! ❤️

Homelander x fem! Angel!! Supe reader!!

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It was such a surprise that Homelander could pull any bitches tbh.. (according to Maeve and A-train)

There was that one nazi chick but nobody even knows what happened to her? Didn’t she commit? Ehhh— nobody cares anyways.. especially not him.

You were the light of his life, his Angel on earth.

You both met during a Hero Galla being hosted in the tower. You weren't the biggest supe out there but you were a good friend of maeve's and what better time to have and reconnect then to get drunk at a hero gala? She was thrilled to see you again, as thrilled as Maeve can be anyways. You joined her at the bar, your wings stayed tucked on your back. They were huge so everytime you went to a public event you always ended up folding them into eachother as tightly as they possible could without them hurting. His words caught in his throat when he first saw you. And fun fact, he actually thought you were a painting when he first saw you. You were standing outside the bathroom, waiting for Maeve to stop throwing up after she ushered you outside, insisting that she was fine. You stood under a giant mural of a painting, one with angels on it unitentionally. It was very christain or something, with naked babies flying around in their white clothes wrapped around their bottoms and shooting arrows. Just something like that-- he dosent know, he didn't stare at the painting. This man had to do a double take. He glanced and was like-- "oh painting" and just as he was about to turn and walk away, Yanno do his job and charm the president for madam stillwell, The painting MOVED-- You simply turned to the side like a smidge and this man was on you when he found out you were REAL. You had the soft pink complexion with bright light undertones. You're hair was as if you were cupid. The color of love even in his eyes. Was it hearts? shingling in the reflection of his blue saucers? or was it your hair? he didn't know, he didn't give a fuck. But best believe, he was on you like white on rice. Homelander had never felt so bold before but there was something about your kind smile and words. Your voice was soft and quiet, he wasn't complaining, this gave him an excuse to step closer to you and invade your personal space so he could hear you over all the commotion in the room. He would grab your hand and introduce himself as THE homelander, Kissing your gentle soft knuckles. Did he mention you were soft? SOOOO soft. You blinked at him, "Oh..? are you important? iv'e never heard of you before?" And you really hadn't. you grew up on a small farm in Washington state allllllll the way over on the last state on the west side of the country. You didnt own a TV, you didn't even have a phone. that's why it took so long for you and make to reconnect. He was shocked, his pride was almost hurt a bit. Ofcourse he went into the fact that he's above everyone else because he was KINDA a big deal but it's fine. Cue to him obnoxiously shrugging and rolling his eyes with a wave of his hand, no biggie. But you were fascinated. He was so caught in your eyes, he didnt even realize the fact that you had wings until you turned around when you heard maeve's voice. Asking what the FUCK was Homelander doing. But it was no matter, because now it was your turn to sing for the gala! Little to your knowledge did Maeve make a public announcement that there was going to be a special preformance tonight from the one and only, "Seraphina" Your hero name. You were ushered to the stage pretty quickly by Maeve but untimatley she just wanted you away from Homelander as fast as possible. The song started pretty slowly. But that was your motive, the song was supposed to be a slow almost-lulliby theme. And if this man wasn't Inlove with you from the start, he definitely was now. There was something about your voice. something so calmly and soothing. Visable, his muscle sunk to the ground. He felt so relaxed under your tone.

It wasn’t until you had stopped singing abruptly and the crowd began to murmur was when he opened back up his eyes to see that your backup violinist had fallen to the ground in a deep slumber and you went rushing to his side.

Homelander’s eye twitched. Causing him to swiftly approach the stage in a not so calm like manner and step into it causing the crowd to cheer.

“Come on, sweetness. He’s fine.” Homelander smiled his signature smile. When you turned around, Homelander landed a swift kick to the man’s groin causing the man to choke out.

“See?” He turned to you, almost searching for approval. “He’s fine, sing. Please.”

He demanded.

And nervously.. you did.

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The rest of the night was history. Homelander remained attempting to chat you up until you finally told him that yes, you’d go on a date with him. He was ecstatic, but yet fearful.

He saw the way Maeve looked at you. Not in a romantic way but In a warning way. He knew Maeve was gonna try and say something to you about him, and destroy your relationship with him.

He threatened her that night and actually had her locked up on level 12.

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When you guys did start dating, it was great. Homelander had convinced you that he was the perfect gentleman for you. That you guys belonged to eachother.

And for a while you thought that you guys did. Sure he was a little possessive but you never once doubted that he didn’t loved you because you knew he did.

He would follow you around and help you clean the house. He would insist on trying for children and on those lonely nights he’d hold you like no other.

And the sex was great. It really was.

But remember that guy from Walmart that said he knew you? And you both ended up grabbing a coffee after finding out you guys were really close in high school?

No? Because Homelander can’t either. That guy never existed apparently.. according to John.

Everything was fine.. that’s what you told yourself. You lived in a lavished home, nothing like the small farm from Washington. And you were taken care of.. set for life.

Until a smaller woman would approach you and ask for your help in rescuing Maeve. Her name was starlight and she apparently was a member of the 7. You glanced around, and told her to keep her voice down before ushering her into the bathroom and demanding that she’d explain.

What was going on? What couldn’t you find Maeve? She had been missing ever since you and Homelander had began dating.

John insisted that it was nothing and that Maeve had went to rehab? So what was going on.

You ended up telling John about your strange encounter with said straight and endorsed that she was strange.

You’ll never forget the look in his eyes from across the dinner table, like something had snapped in them. His blue eyes now felt cold as he stopped chewing his food with a nervous tensed laugh.

For the first time, you felt scared.

Maybe that little blonde girl was right.

[madpanda75]

To Build a Home Chapter One

Summary: You wind up in Jackson after escaping the Washington DC QZ. Unfortunately with the influx of refugees coming into the settlement, there is no more housing and you are made to live with Joel Miller and Ellie. Life starts out shaky with your new grumpy roommate, but when you least expect it, a connection begins to form between you both. That is until your present catches up with your past and threatens everything.

Content Warning: 18+, NSFW, descriptions of domestic abuse and violence, PTSD, age gap: 60s Joel/ 30s Reader, all chapters with smut will be marked as such

Tags: Angst, slow burn, secret pining, switched POVs

***For those who do not want to read the portion on domestic abuse, you may skip the reader/stranger's first portion of the story in this chapter.

Word Count: 5074

Prologue

They say if you want to make God laugh, tell Him your plans. You weren’t sure if God even existed and if He did, then He must have been on vacation. What kind of God would allow for a world like this to exist, for a life like yours to exist within it. Disregarding any theological concepts, some deity must have had a sense of humor because every choice you made never turned out as you hoped it would. That is until all your choices led you down a path to Joel Miller.

The Stranger

Tonight was different. There was something in the air, like a heaviness right before a summer thunderstorm. All day you were on edge, unable to shake this feeling you had deep down in your gut that your grandmother had told you to always trust.

It was 6:00pm. Dinner time. You had just called your husband to the table. With a slow saunter, he entered the kitchen and leaned on the doorway, leering at you. He must’ve been drinking because you could smell the alcohol from across the room.

You eyed him cautiously while setting the roasted chicken on the table. “Henry, is everything ok?” 

He pushed himself off the doorway and started stalking towards you, keeping one hand behind his back.“Oh I was just changing out of my uniform from a hard days work in the QZ, keeping our city safe from those fucking Fireflies. When I saw that the pattern on our wallpaper looked funny.” Your pulse began to race as he continued in an almost casual tone. “The design on one of the panels didn’t match quite right with the others. I took a closer look and noticed the board was loose.” Your stomach began to turn queasy. “You can imagine my shock when I was able to move the panel and find this.” He reached around his back to show a dark green camper backpack.

Your heart sank when you saw him holding the backpack. It had taken you a solid year and a half working with smugglers and trading goods in secret to get all your supplies. The acrid taste of bile coated your tongue, which you quickly swallowed down. “What….what is that?” you asked, feigning innocence. If there was ever a time to play the naive little housewife, now was it and you were acting your ass off.

With sheer brute strength that rattled you to the bone, he slammed your backpack on the table. The chicken and dinner plates shattered under the weight of its contents. You were surprised the table didn’t split in two. “Don’t lie to me,” he said, his voice eerily calm.

With a seductive albeit shaky smile planted on your face, you reached up and gently caressed his face, gazing into his ice blue eyes. You could still fix this. You’d done it before, used your body to make him forget his anger, even though it made your skin crawl and created wounds you feared could never be healed. “Darling, it’s not what you think. I love you. I love our life together.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, your lips ghosting his. “Why would I leave you when everything I want is right here.” Your hips pushed against his, grinding into his crotch.

“Really?” In one swift motion, he pushed you away and unzipped your backpack, flipping it over to let the contents fall to the floor. A photo of your sister, your most prized possession, floated down among the broken glass, bits of chicken, and camping supplies.

He watched as you fell to your knees to grab the picture. “You ungrateful bitch.” In one moment you were staring at your sister’s beautiful smile, the next you were doubled over in pain, your diaphragm spasming as he kicked you over and over again.

Too focused on trying to breathe, you didn’t feel his hand weave through your hair and pull your body up. “After everything I’ve done for you,” he snarled and backhanded you across the face, tossing you against the counter like a rag doll. You were in so much pain, you could hardly see straight, let alone think. “Well let’s see how fast you can run away after I’m done with you tonight.”

“Hen- Hen- Henry,” you wheezed, trying to stand up. “Please.” 

He held you by the throat with both hands, your face so close to his you could feel specks of his spit landing on your face. “If I can’t have you, then nobody can.” His grip getting tighter and tighter.

Your toes skimmed the floor, vision blurring around the edges while you reached blindly for something, anything to make him let go of you. 

Suddenly your hand connected to the handle of a pan still on the oven, the heat searing into your flesh, but you didn’t care. With all of the strength you could muster, you smacked Henry on the side of his head, hot grease spilling onto his skin.

Henry howled in pain and clutched the side of his face, the smell of burning flesh and singed hair filled the air. Before your brain could even register what you were doing, you grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter and began to stab your husband over and over again until the only screaming you could hear was your own. The metallic taste of his blood mixed with your own tinged your lips.

“No,” you mumbled to yourself and dropped the knife with a clang. “No. No. No. No. No.”

 It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. You had a plan. Two years, 7 months, and 28 days. That’s how long you had been meticulously organizing your escape and in a matter of seconds, your fragile dream of leaving the Washington D.C. QZ disintegrated to dust. 

Inching away from your husband’s lifeless body, you watched with a mixture of horror and relief  as the blood seeped out of his body. Perhaps it was the adrenaline pumping through your veins or a massive head injury, but in that moment a giggle escaped from your lips. The giggle soon morphed into maniacal laughter. It was over. You were free. 

Your laughter came to a halt when out of the corner of your eye, you spied your sister’s photo. Her effervescent face shining up at you, the last words she spoke to you stamped in your memory. “You’re strong, my love. If anyone can survive this city, it's you. Get out as soon as you can.”

You were strong. You had endured and survived years of torture under Henry’s hand. Now was not the time to give up. As quickly as you could you stuffed your belongings in the backpack and changed your clothes. Your body was radiating pain. A glimpse of your reflection in the mirror told you that a chunk of your hair was missing, your right eye was almost swollen shut, and you had bruises in the shape of fingerprints forming around your neck, but you couldn’t have cared less. Tonight you were officially leaving this cesspool of a city and you were never looking back.

Several months later:

Joel

With near perfect precision, Joel focused on sealing the gap between the window and the wall with caulk, fighting the neverending battle of keeping the bitter Wyoming winter out of his office. It was no easy feat at the moment with Maria arguing in his ear. 

“No,” he said, wiping his hands with a rag before double checking his work.

“Joel–” Maria began.

I said, “No.”

“Joel.”

Joel dropped his head and huffed out a sigh. 

“With the weather, the raiders, and the influx of infected, we’re getting more people everyday. There’s just no more room to put them all.” 

“But–”

“No matter how fast you build.” Maria was definitely relentless. Persuasive. It was no surprise she was an assistant district attorney before the world came tumbling down. “The council voted and it was unanimous. The best resolution is for the incoming refugees to live with those who have room to spare until we can find safe functional housing for them.”

Joel was just about to ask Maria if the council was going to instruct him on how to wipe his own ass when Tommy came in, all smiles.

“Hey brother! Is that a caulk gun in your hand or are you just happy to see me,” he joked as he walked over to his wife and gave her a peck on the lips. “Judging by the frown on your face, I take it Maria told you the good news?”

“Yeah, she told me,” Joel grumbled. “Although I don’t know where you expect me to put this person. Ellie already took over the garage.”

Tommy and Maria exchanged glances. “Actually…we were thinking they could take Ellie’s bedroom for the time being,” Maria said as gently as possible. She knew this was a sensitive subject. Ellie had only moved out this year. 

The transition into becoming a rebellious teenager had caused a rift in their relationship and Joel was having a hard time with it. He missed the days when it was the two of them, walking the woods. Ellie asking question after question or telling him a ridiculous joke. But there was still hope that she would move back into her room. He didn’t even take down her posters or drawings from the walls.

Joel vehemently shook his head. “Nuh-uh. That is Ellie’s room. You’ll need to ask her permission. Besides, there isn’t even a mattress in there, just a bedframe.”

“Ellie already gave us her blessing,” Tommy said. “Took a little bribin’ on my part but she agreed to it.”

“How dare you ask her something like that without consultin’ me first,” Joel snapped, tossing the caulk gun aside.

Tommy ran a hand over his face. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t intentional. We just happened to be doing target shooting and the subject came up. Besides, this is only temporary. A couple months, tops. Just until things start settling down.” He looked back at his wife as she shook her head in confirmation.

Like it or not Joel was trapped. It's not that he didn’t want to help these people fleeing from the terror and chaos of the outside world, but the town was only so big and with the limited resources that were available, he could only do so much. Not to mention, he enjoyed his privacy. Besides, how well did the council know and trust these people coming into Jackson? 

Unfortunately, none of that seemed to matter. Even he knew when to raise the white flag. Joel sat back down at his desk, put on his glasses, and began to look over the new housing renovations. “When does he move in?”

“Actually it’s a she,” Maria replied. “And this afternoon. I’ll go get her.”

“She?!” Joel jumped out of his chair. “Maria!” But it was too late. She was already on her way to fetch his new roommate. He locked eyes with Tommy, who only shrugged his shoulders.

Glancing out the window, Joel noticed Maria talking to a woman with a large green backpack and a winter coat. As if the woman could sense she was being spied on, her head turned up and locked eyes with Joel. Even from several stories high, her direct stare was disarming, almost like  she could see right through him down to his spine in a mere matter of seconds. Joel practically leapt back from the window and made a beeline back to his desk.

Tommy furrowed his brow in confusion. “Everything ok?” 

“Yeah. Everythin’s fine. ” Joel muttered, praying that the jolt of electricity he just felt would wear off soon.

The Stranger

Apart from mumbling his name and a ‘nice to meet you,’ which felt forced if anything else, your new host was silent.  The crunch of snow being the only interaction between you both. His massive boot prints followed by your smaller ones. 

Joel might have been a man of little words, but it was undeniable that he was tall, dark, and handsome, even if he did act like a Clint Eastwood wannabe in a cowboy movie. The idea of living under the same roof with another man didn’t exactly thrill you. No matter how attractive they were. Henry was beautiful, striking, with his piercing blue eyes, aquiline nose, and a presence that commanded the attention of a room. But you knew the monster lurking beneath the beauty. Still beggars can’t be choosers.

You came up to a quaint white house with a front porch and a picket fence. There was a massive cherry tree in the front yard. Although it was the dead of winter, you recognized it instantly, remembering when you would go with your dad to see the cherry blossom trees in DC. Come spring, the front yard would be a sea of light pink petals. 

Compared to the frosty personality of your host, his house was warm and inviting. Joel glanced back as if just remembering you were still there. “I’ll show you to your room.” 

You dutifully followed up the stairs. Taking in your surroundings, you weren’t paying attention to your footing and the front part of your boot collided with the last step causing you to tumble to the ground. Joel stopped to help you up, but instinctively you shirked away. The memory of the last time a man touched you was seared into your bones.

“You ok?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” you replied, a little too loudly and quickly got up to compose yourself. 

“Right, well–” Joel cleared his throat and opened the door. “This is your room.”

The room looked like it had once belonged to a teenager, you assumed his daughter. Several music posters on the walls–Etta James and Nirvana. Pencil sketches still hung on the yellow painted walls. There was only a bed frame, no mattress.

Your new host hung awkwardly by the door. “Tommy’s bringin’ a mattress over right now and uh if you’d like to freshen up the bathroom is down the hall. I’m sure Maria told you we have hot water.”

You glanced down at your empty hands. Your backpack and all of your belongings had been taken for ‘security purposes’ as a temporary precaution. “Umm I don’t…I mean…I haven’t got any–” you stammered.

“Oh yeah. Let me grab somethin’ for ya.” Several seconds later you were given a towel, flannel bottoms, and soft cotton t-shirt. “Soap’s in the tub.” 

You hugged the pajamas and towel to your chest. You were about to say ‘thank you’ but by the time you looked up he was gone. 

The hot water soothed your worn and aching muscles. You were seriously contemplating moving into the tub rather than the bedroom, but not wanting to further aggravate your new host and use up limited resources, you reluctantly got out of the shower. The clothes Joel provided must’ve been his own. They were far too big for your frame. They had a woodsy almost spicy scent to them like a crisp campfire on an autumn day. There was something comforting about them.

By the time you were dressed and entered your bedroom, a mattress, new sheets, and all of your belongings were already placed neatly on top of the bed of your new room. Exhausted, you crawled under the covers. Your body sighed in relief at the comfort of a mattress, blankets, and the overall safety and warmth of the indoors. It wasn’t long before your eyes fluttered shut.

Joel

Joel knocked on the garage door. The boom of the bass practically shook the wooden shingles. “Ellie!” He pounded on the door again with more force.

The music came to a screeching halt and a few seconds later the door swung open. “What?”

“Its getting late. I thought we could take our new houseguest to dinner. Seein’ how it's her first night here.” It took everything in his power from rolling his eyes at the term, “houseguest,” but if it meant time for him and Ellie to actually share a meal again, then he was willing to make an effort.

“Oh, our new roomie is here.” Ellie contemplated the invitation, picking at a piece of peeling paint. “Sure, let me grab my jacket and I’ll meet you outside.”

Just as Joel turned to head back into the house, he heard her call out. “Just don’t expect this to become an everyday thing like we’re one big happy family.”

“Great,” he grumbled and bounded up the porch steps.

The door to your room was cracked open. Joel gently pushed it a little more to find you asleep, well more like in a comatose state.

As quietly as possible, he approached your bed. It was the first time all day that he really got the chance to look at you, this stranger now living a few feet away. There was no denying that you were beautiful and young, not as young as Ellie or Dina, but still young enough that it surprised him you had survived out in the wilderness alone. One of the last rays of golden light streaked through the window and across your face. Joel imagined how soft your skin must be and how good you looked in his clothes right now. 

He allowed himself these fleeting memories, these emotions your presence caused to bubble up from somewhere deep beneath his ribcage before burying them again. There would be moments of weakness. Moments when he would gaze at you and feel his heart skip a beat, but then he would push it away. Compartmentalizing was ingrained in the very fiber of Joel’s being. He had to do it when he was a child with his father, then later when he became a single father to Sarah and then Ellie. It was how he managed to survive all these years. To do the things he had done.

Just as he was about to leave, he noticed a photograph on the floor by the bed. He picked it up and observed a smiling girl, both of her arms outstretched in a triumphant victory pose, standing in front of a cascading waterfall in the middle of a forest on a sunny day. The girl looked a lot like you and he could only assume she was family. 

“Joel! What’s taking so long?” Ellie shouted from downstairs.

The abrupt sound made him jump and he quickly set the picture down on the nightstand, checking to make sure you were still asleep before leaving the room.

Later on that night, a blood curdling scream cut through the night air in the Miller house. “NO! STOP! STOP! PLEASE! HENRY DON’T!!!!!”

Joel jumped out of bed and ran to your room, calling your name. Just as he was about to kick open the door, the screaming stopped. “Hey!” He knocked on the door. “Everything ok?”

“I’m fine. It was just a bad dream.” But you sounded anything but fine. Your voice was funny as if you were trying to choke back tears and Joel wasn’t buying it.

“Ya sure?” He placed his hand on the door knob when he heard running footsteps from the other side and a distinctive click. He tried to turn the knob again but you had locked the door.

“I’m sorry I woke you. I’m ok, really,” you said, the panic and fear still evident in your shaky voice.

Joel opened his mouth to speak, but you reassured him once again. “Please…leave me alone. It's fine really. Good night.”

“G’night,” Joel softly replied. He stood there listening to your quiet cries until he finally went back to bed, although sleep was the furthest thing from his mind.

Over the next few weeks, your nightmares continued, Joel waking up to the sound of your screams, but now your door was perpetually locked. On the nights he managed to get a full night sleep, it was usually because you were awake. He would come downstairs to find an elaborate breakfast or baked goods ready for him and Ellie. Being in the kitchen served as a comfort for your insomnia. 

Apart from your nocturnal terrors, you had seemed to find your footing in the town, proving yourself to be an asset to the community, especially in the kitchen and with the animals at the barn. 

Joel and you on the other hand acted like two strangers living under the same roof. He would watch you and Ellie sitting and laughing at the table, bonding over your love of music or swapping jokes. “See ya, roomie,” she would say while you tossed a wrapped breakfast sandwich at her before patrol duty. The term ‘roomie’ becoming an affectionate nickname.

Meanwhile only polite pleasantries were mumbled between the pair of you and the occasional ‘Pass the butter, please.’ or ‘You cooked. I’ll clean.’ It was like rooming with a skittish deer. Any time there was a loud noise or he may have reached too fast for something, you would jump a mile high and run away. 

It had only been a month, but the sooner Joel had you out of the house, the better. Unfortunately, progress wasn’t going as smoothly as planned. The ground was too cold to properly dig and rusty pipes needed to be replaced. More items were being added to his to-do list rather than being crossed off. 

“Damn.” Tommy sat back in the chair across from Joel’s desk. “Where’s that constructometer when you need it. Looks like you and your ‘roomie’ are going to be stuck together for a little longer than we thought. Speaking of which, how is that going?”

Joel shrugged and sat back in his chair. “S’ok”

“Ya’ sure about that?”

Joel sighed and took off his glasses. “It’s complicated.”

“Not really, brother. Ya’ just gotta make an effort. Talk to her. She’s a sweet girl. Ellie says all you do is grunt at her.”

“I do not grunt at her.”

Tommy softly chuckled, he knew how his brother could be. “Well all the same, Maria and I thought we’d help ya’ out and impose ourselves on y’all for dinner next Thursday. We haven’t gotten together in a while.” He checked his watch and got up to leave, but not before gifting his older brother some advice. “In the meantime, try to be friendly. You’re not such a bad guy.”

That evening, home was a welcome respite after a long day. Joel opened the door and was welcomed by a cheerful fire, a mouthwatering smell, and a TLC song. He felt like he was transported to the early 90s, vividly remembering this song playing on the radio while taking Sarah to daycare before work. 

The music and smell seemed to be coming from the kitchen. Joel turned the corner to find you swaying your hips in rhythm to the beat while stirring a pot. He silently chastised himself for noticing how sensual your movements were. You didn’t even notice he was there until he loudly cleared his throat.

“Oh!” You turned around and gasped, immediately turned off the music. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think anyone was here.” A flush spread to your cheeks. “Ellie brought me this cassette player and some old tapes she didn’t want.”

“It’s ok, really,” he reassured you. “I wouldn’t take you for a TLC fan. I don’t think I’ve heard this song in over 30 years.”

You shrugged. “I like all kinds of music.” 

You both stood awkwardly in the kitchen, looking anywhere but at each other until the rumble of Joel’s stomach brought your attention back to him.  “You must be hungry,” you said with a chuckle.

“Starvin’ actually.” Joel took off his jacket and set it on the kitchen chair.

“Well I have good news and bad news,” you announced, heading to the stove to ladle up a bowl. “The bad news is Seth made the beef stew and he tends to be heavy-handed with the salt. The good news is I think I managed to salvage it into something edible.”  

Joel sat down and took a taste. He had to bite back a moan at how delicious the stew was. You had more than salvaged it. It was a biblical resurrection. “This is incredible,” he said around a mouthful. “Aren’t you having any?”

“Ellie and I already ate.” 

Nodding his head, Joel remembered what Tommy had said earlier. Be friendly. Make an effort. “Well… ummm… would…would you like to keep me company?”

“Oh…sure,” you replied, a little flustered at the invitation. With the slightest hesitation, you sat down at the small kitchen table. Silence hung heavy in the air.

Joel watched while your fingertips traced the grain of the wood before finally speaking. “So.”

“So,” you said in return.

“How’d you learn to cook like this?” he asked, trying not to slurp the stew with how ravenous he was.

“My grandmother. She used to live with my family to look after my sister and me while my parents worked. A couple years after she moved in, she was diagnosed with cancer and treatment wasn’t really working. The pain would sometimes keep her up at night so she would cook or bake to take her mind off of it. During those nights, I would sneak downstairs and be her little helper until my parents caught me and made me go to bed.”  You softly smiled. “Those were the best nights of my life. She taught me old family recipes, told me stories of when she was a little girl, and gave me the advice of a well-lived woman.”

“Sounds like she was an incredible lady.” 

You nodded your head, a far-off look in your eyes. “She was. I just wish I would’ve taken her advice.” Your body may have been in the kitchen, but your mind was elsewhere. Your eyes became shiny with the threat of tears before snapping back to reality. “Bread.” 

You abruptly stood up and made your way to the counter, pulling out a serrated knife. “I totally forgot. I made bread earlier this afternoon and what's stew without bread.”

“Oh that’s ok–” Joel started to say before you cut him off.

“Its no trouble. I baked it earlier this afternoon. Ellie hasn’t even had– Aaaaah!” Not entirely focused on what you were doing, your grip slipped and the knife blade collided with your thumb, practically slicing the tip of it off. You grabbed a towel and immediately held your hand to your chest.

Joel abandoned his dinner and came to help you. “Is it bad?”

“It’s fine,” you gritted out through the sharp stinging pain.

“C’mere, let me see.” 

In a feeble attempt to show that you were alright, you stuck your thumb out for him to see. Blood was still gushing from the wound and you could hear the drip…drip…drip as it landed on the floor. “It's no big deal. I just cut my thumb. I have another one.”

Joel arched a brow at you. He wasn’t buying it. “Come with me. I have a first aid kit upstairs. Keep your hand above your head, it’ll help slow the bleeding.”

You raised your arm and sighed, following him upstairs to his bedroom. He led you to his work space and pulled out the chair, motioning for you to sit down.

You huffed out a sigh and made your way to the chair, watching as he pulled out a first aid kit from the bottom drawer. “Can I put my arm down now? I feel like an idiot.” 

“Yeah. Give me your hand.” He reached out to take your arm and immediately you pulled back as if you had just been touched by a flame, holding your hand close to your heart.

Joel kneeled down in front of you, although his knees didn’t appreciate it, he knew that you needed him to be as patient and gentle as possible. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.” He held out his hand, allowing you to make the next move.

Tentatively, you placed your small hand into his larger paw. “Ok?” he asked.

“Ok,” you replied.

Having seen and also experienced his fair share of injuries on construction sites, not to mention Sarah on the soccer field and Ellie just being Ellie,  Joel was used to cleaning up scrapes, cuts, throbbing fingers from missed nails. After a couple of nasty infected injuries, he always kept at the very least bandaids handy wherever he worked. 

“You’re tough,” he said while taking a cotton ball soaked with hydrogen peroxide to clean your cut. “I’ve seen grown men blubber over a splinter.”

“Well, I’ve kinda had to be.”

It was then that Joel noticed the scar across the palm of your hand. With the lightest touch, he ran his thumb against the tight, shiny marred skin before glancing up at you. Your eyes were two bottomless wells. Conveying how much life you had lived for someone your age.

Rage boiled within him at the idea of someone hurting you. Pushing his anger aside, he went back to tending your wound. “Next Thursday, Tommy and Maria are going to drop by for dinner.”

“I know.”

“You do?” He was surprised until he realized who the mastermind really was behind this plan. It certainly wasn’t Tommy. “Let me guess”

“Maria,” you both said at the same time, making Joel smile.

“I think that is the first smile I’ve seen from you since I’ve been here. It's nice.” 

Now it was Joel’s turn to blush, his smile growing even bigger as he placed a bandaid on your thumb. “All done.” He let go of your hand and slowly got to his feet.

“Thanks.” You gently flexed your thumb before standing up. Your bodies were now a hair’s breadth from each other. Joel could smell the soap you used, a vanilla cinnamon soap made by one of the ladies in town. The scent of the soap combined with your skin was intoxicating. 

“I should go clean up,” you whispered. The soft light from the desk lamp illuminated your features. 

The hairs on his arms stood at attention. “No…uh…I’ll clean up. You should get some rest.”

Joel watched you walk away. Right when you got to his doorway, you turned your head. “Good night.”

“Night.” He didn’t move from that spot until he heard the sound of your bedroom door closing, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart.

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Stress Relief

Pairing(s): Thor Odinson x male reader

Rating: Explicit

Requested: Yes or no?

Warnings: top Thor Odinson, bottom male reader, praise kink, oral sex, cum eating, slight spanking, biting, and blowjob (Thor receiving.

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: Thor wants to unwind after working and dealing with his brother. You decided to give Thor the best way to relax. 

A/N:  Hello, my 🍓little strawberries🍓! I’m finally on summer break, so now I can work on requests! Hopefully, all requests will be made before the year ends. Anyways, enjoy!

Tags: @spnfanboy777 @meyocoko @buckyshusband0 @blurredx18 @zamfam4272 @raspberryyuuki @maxxioislost

Read before continuing: If you’re younger than 18 or any warnings make you uncomfortable, do not continue reading! You may continue reading if there are no problems.

You were lying in bed, scrolling through social media to entertain yourself. Some people were doing the most idiotic things; others told stories from Reddit; and random memes that were becoming popular.

Nothing was happening. Usually, something would be happening at the Avengers Tower, but everybody is out doing something. Tony was testing new weapons in the desert, Steve and Sam were in Washington D.C, and the others you don’t know. 

Everything was quiet until your door opened. You jumped at the sudden intrusion until you looked to see it was Thor. 

He had an annoyed look on his face. You thought there was a vein popping out on his forehead. His jaw was clenching, face red with annoyance. He just looked at you before his features softened, but the look before was still there. 

He then sits right next to you.

You would ask what happened until you remembered why he was gone. Thor had gone back to Asgard to deal with some things. “Was it Loki or Odin?”

“Yeah,” Thor replied as he lays down.

“Do you want me to help you relax?” You said, moving your body closer to Thor’s. He immediately knew what you were hinting at. He smirks at your offer. 

“I would love that, darling,” Thor whispers into your ear as his rough hands roam underneath your shirt. He is pinching your nipples. You groan at the sensation of Thor’s touch. It was rough but soft and sweet.

Thor pulls his hands away. He pushed all the sheets to the side. His hands then move towards his pants, rubbing the noticeable bulge, blue eyes staring into yours. 

You moved from your position on the side of the bed to the floor between his legs. Thor removed his pants, revealing his enormous bulge trapped underneath his undergarments. You could see the thing throbbing with a little wet spot at the tip. 

Your mouth salivates at the sight. Thor smirks as he strokes his cock through the fabric. Without a second thought, you pulled down the last piece of clothing: The most delicious part of Thor.

No matter how often you saw Thor’s cock, it always amazed you. He had the cock of a God. 7.5 inches (19 cm) with veins tracing to the red tip. A somewhat darker shade compared to the rest of his body. His cock was also girthy, measuring 6.5 inches wide (16 cm). You could see the tiny slit already leaking a transparent liquid, precum.

“Like what you see?” Thor said gruffly, as he grabbed his thick cock and slapped it against your left cheek. Smearing his pre-cum all over your cheek. You sigh as Thor guides his cock to your mouth. 

The salty taste of Thor’s precum made contact with your tongue as he slowly pushed deep into your mouth. You could feel your nose touching Thor’s trimmed bush. An incredible musky scent feels your nostrils as Thor doesn’t move your head.

After a few moments, you pulled your head and began slurping his thick cock. Your tongue swirling around the fat red tip, drinking his sweet but salty pre-cum. Thor’s chest heaves as he feels your warm wet mouth slurping his enormous cock.

Thor’s cock felt warm and heavy inside your mouth. You pulled back again to lick the sides of his cock before tracing your tongue along the protruding vein. Thor begins to move his hips as he grips the bed sheets. His balls are slapping against the bottom of your chin. 

His grip on your head tightens as he thrusts into your mouth. “Fucking– so good…” Thor moans as he thrusts a little faster. He could feel your tongue flicking over the silt drinking his sticky precum from the source. 

Thor looks down to see a beautiful sight. You are on your knees sucking his cock, drool, and precum sipping from the edges of your mouth. His cock glistened in the light from your saliva as you moved up and down his cock.

“F-Fuck, baby… Y-you’re– s-sucking m-me so… g-good!” Thor begins to remove his shirt. His chiseled body glistened in sweat as his other hand moved to his pectorals. He groans as he plays with his rock-hard nipples. Twisting and turning while squeezing his pecs. 

“Y-You’re amazing! F-fuck” Thor thrusts faster as he lets out a loud groan. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, teeth-gritting. You feel his thick creamy cum gush out from his tip, making contact with your tongue. A salty taste was prevalent as it ran down your throat.

You could feel your cock throbbing in your pants. Some pre-cum seeping through the cloth of your briefs. You happily let the cum run down your throat.

Thor’s chest heaves up and down as he tries to calm his breathing. Sweat runs down his forehead as he continues to admire you from above.

You pull back from between his legs as you gather the remaining cum around your mouth. Eyes half-closed and lazy as you swirl your tongue around the cum coated finger.

“Fuck, baby… You must want me to fuck that tight ass of yours? Yeah?” *Thor growls as he pulls from the ground and throws you onto the bed. Face first and ass facing him.

You could feel Thor beginning to remove your pants and your briefs. The cold air makes your throbbing cock shiver from the coldness. 

Thor was mesmerized. His large rough hands move across the fat of your ass. Giving your ass slaps as he smirks from the way the flesh jiggles. 

His hands spread your cheeks apart to reveal your tight hole. Puckering from the air as it clenches around nothing.

He was chuckling to himself as he pushed you further into the mattress as his hands continued to smack your ass, enjoying the way it jiggled from the hard impact. Your ass turning red with noticeable handprints. 

“You’ve been working out? This ass got fatter. I like that,” Thor says as he squishes and kneads it like dough. Even though he had an orgasm a few minutes ago, his cock was throbbing again. 

The bed’s springs squeak as Thor’s heavy body moves temporarily to search through a nearby dresser. After a few seconds, he returns with a bottle of lube.

You could hear the bottle cap opening and the lubricant squeezing out onto his hand. Thor smears the lubricant all over his hand before moving them down toward your hole. 

Your eyes widened for two reasons. One was feeling Thor slowly penetrate your tight hole with the lubed finger. His thick fingers slowly pushed deeper until you felt one hit your prostate.

The other one is Thor wrapping his large hand around your throbbing cock. You could feel him slowly stroking. One finger swirls the tip to gather copious amounts of precum. He smears it everywhere, and your cock glistens. 

Your teeth clench the bed sheets as you bite down from how Thor is fingering your ass and stroking your leaking cock

“Does that feel good, baby?” Thor says as he thrusts his fingers faster and strokes your cock. He leans down to your neck, biting and licking your ear. 

You start to breathe harder. Your cock was throbbing and leaking more. The tip turns a little red. Your balls tighten as it signals your orgasm.

Thor strokes you faster. You moan into the sheets as your cock, overstimulated from Thor’s constant stroking and fingering, finally spurts out its white sticky cum. The substance coats Thor’s hand and he makes sure to milk every drop. 

Your eyes rolled back as you covered Thor’s hand in cum. 

“Delicious,” Thor says as he licks his hand clean of your cum. He pulls his fingers out after determining you were stretched enough.

You then feel Thor slap his hard cock against your cheek. Thor smiles as he hears your moans. He grinds his fat cock between your ass cheeks. The tip nearly penetrated the rim.

“It’s been forever since I pound this tight ass,” Thor growls as he pushes the tip past the rim. His cock was surrounded by the lubed insides, slowly pushing deeper until his cock rested against your prostate.

Your eyes rolled back as you felt Thor’s thick cock penetrate your ass. His groans could be heard as you clenched around him, sucking his cock deeper.

“F-fuck… r-right- oh… there!” You moan as you push your head deeper into the sheets as Thor settles down for a moment. Letting you breathe and calm down. 

After a minute or two, you give Thor confirmation to continue. He slowly pulls out and pushes back. You grip the sheets tighter as Thor thrusts into your ass. His cock slams into your prostate.  

Your limped cock starts to become erect as Thor continues to ram his cock. 

Thor’s hands grip your hips as he thrust wildly into your ass. His mind turns mushy from how tight you are. Loud squelching noise rings through the room.

He pulls your ass cheeks apart and watches how his cock disappears and reappears from your hole. “Such a slutty ass. This slutty ass belongs to me!” Thor growls as he starts stroking your cock again. Syncing the thrusts and stroking.

“Y-yours! B-belongs to you~” you scream in pleasure as Thor rams his cock into your prostate and his hand stroking your cock. 

You could feel your second orgasm nearing from the constant stimulation. His cock rearranging your guys. 

After a few more rough thrusts and strokes, your thighs tense and your hole clenched around his cock. Back arches up and screams of ecstasy as your orgasm ripples through your body. Spilling thick cum onto the bed sheets underneath you. Thick and hot seeping from the tip.

Thor groans as he gave a few more thrusts until he grips your hips tighter. The knot in his guts breaks open; he fills your ass, one spurt after another. Filling you to the brim. 

Your mouth fell open as your body collapsed onto the bed. Your body glistens from sweat and exhaustion.

Thor pulls his limped cock out of your ass. He grabs and spreads your cheeks, admiring the art he created. Cum gushing out. He then collapses next to you.

He pulls you closer to his body. You could feel your body sticking against his sweaty muscular one. He buries his head into your nap. 

“I love you, m/n.” 

THE END.

A/n: it's been forever since I wrote smut. I'm sorry if this took so long to post. Anyways, bye, my 🍓little strawberries🍓!

[starrvsn]

౨ৎ ּ ׅ ۫ ✧ 。BOYS IN THE BOAT ˚₊ ꒰ TO BE LOVED .

﹙ MOVIE/FANDOM ⠆THE BOYS IN THE BOAT ﹚

𝟒𝟏𝟏. some of the fictional characters of the boys in the boat comforting you when you’re upset. (for anyone in need of some tlc)

INCLUDES ⠆joe rantz, don hume, bobby moch, george hunt and chuck day

BOBBY MOCH ⠆

ever since you’ve started dating it had become very easy for bobby to read you, you were like an open book to him. so when he met you after practice and your sweet melodic voice didn’t greet him the second you saw him, he knew something was wrong. bobby doesn’t hesitate to start comforting you, he didn’t even need to know what was wrong from him to make you feel better. he knew the last thing you wanted was for him to ask you why you were upset so he sticks to comforting you. he hugs you; soothingly rubbing your lower back as he holds you close, his presence alone calms you down. soon he asks what had happened but doesn’t force you to tell him, he doesn’t dare to. then he’s praising you with soft compliments as he pressed kisses on your face, hair or hands. he overall just wants you to feel happy and appreciated since you do so much for him.

DON HUME ⠆

don isn’t the best at comforting people, especially people of importance so seeing you sitting in front of the piano with tears in your eyes when you looked at him, he froze. a plethora of thoughts racing through his mind as he tried to figure out was wrong but most importantly what he could do to make you feel better. he takes cautious steps towards you and kneels when he gets to his desired spot that is as close to you as possible “you alright darling?” he asks rubbing your arms comfortingly, he doesn’t say much when he’s comforting you, he lets his actions speak for themselves. you nod wiping all your excess tears away, telling him how frustrated you are over this piece you were learning. don’s heart breaks a little seeing you so upset like that, he wanted to cheer you up in anyway he could so the first thing that came to mind was the piano so he’s quick to move his hands on the keys of the instrument, playing the only song he really knew. the washington fight song; as he plays and softly sings the words— a soft smile tugs on your face as you begin to sing along, resting your head against his arm as he plays.

JOE RANTZ ⠆

he reacts instinctively. as soon as he sees you enter his dorm with a solemn face he’s already on his feet comforting you. it was every evident in your relationship that joe just wanted you to always be happy and obviously it isn’t fool proof because sometimes things get to you. he tries his hardest to always put a smile on your face and that’s exactly what he tries to do to turn your frown upside down. he takes his time because the last thing he wanted to do was overwhelm you more, he asks whats upset you and from how you tell him is how he differs on how upset you are. if you hadn’t said anything at all you were far too upset but if not you weren’t to upset to respond to your boyfriend. so when you didn’t reply he immediately comforted you into a hug before bringing you to his bed so can cuddle, he lays atop you while he speaks softly about how strong and lovely you are while drawing soft patterns on your arm, later he tries to make you laugh and it always works to make your mood brighter. he praises you before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

GEORGE HUNT ⠆

the second he sits beside you in the library, he felt something was off. at first he couldn’t tell but there was a certain tension in the air and when george looks over at you it’s like he could see a cloud hanging over you, he wanted nothing more than to swat it away… but of course there wasn’t a cloud over your head but he now knew you were upset. he could especially tell from how aggressively you were turning the pages of your textbook. he knew better to bombard you so he kept his distance letting your mood soften a bit, but it doesn’t stop him from glancing ever so often trying to not look over so often. but ultimately you come to him when your ready and that is when he gives you his undivided attention and all the love and comfort he can give. physical affection comes easy to george so him comforting you has become a second nature to him, even if it leads to him speaking so sweetly to you to you. he bombards you with kisses, cuddles and words of encouragement and reassurance to make sure any negative thoughts you had go away and all you can think about is him, caring less that you’re in a public place.

CHUCK DAY ⠆

like bobby; chuck can read you very easily, especially emotionally. he can tell immediately that something is wrong when he goes to pick to you up from your last class of the day; assuming you’re upset about something that happened in class. chuck tries his absolute best to get your mind off it while at the same to reassuring you and praising you as you spend your day together. in a more quieter fashion he would take you on walks to the park so you could clear your head and even open up to your lover on what had made you so upset, it concerns chuck the most because you get super quiet when your upset. he misses when your talking his ear off about your day but he knows that it’ll subside eventually and he will try his absolute best to help you feel better.

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[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Boston Bears: Fake Out - Rugby Player! Ari Levinson x Reader (Part 2)

Summary: After a week back on the East Coast you start your new job at the Boston Bears only to find out your boss has an interesting job for you.

Word Count: 7.6k words

Warnings: Language! Angst! Mention of Cheating! Sexual Tension!

Rugby Explained

Dividers by Me!

Fake Out Series Masterlist /Boston Bears Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 2

You were sat with your chin resting on your knee, on Elena’s bed which technically was your bed now. You glanced around the room which was now yours, the entire apartment was yours. The first thing Elena did Tuesday morning was put your name on the lease and take her name off. That evening she started packing up her stuff and helped unpack yours.

It didn’t feel like your apartment though. You wondered whether it would when she was fully moved out and only the small collection of your belongings remained. But then it would just be as empty as you felt, most of your things were back in LA and you wouldn’t get them back for another couple months.

Even now the apartment felt quiet. Elena was at work and it was just you. The silence was deafening. Elena had asked if you wanted her to stay a couple night to keep you company but you lied and said you were fine. Last night you had just stared up at the ceiling until exhaustion finally took over.

You were pulled from your thoughts by your laptop coming to life. A video call from your parents. You’d been expecting this, your mom had texted you yesterday to ask what was going on. You hadn’t felt ready to tell them yet so you said they could call you today.

“Hey mom, hey dad” you forced a smile as the call connected and you saw the concerned faces of your parents.

“Hey sweetpea, how you feeling?” Your dad asked with a sympathetic look.

You let out a weak chuckle “shit” you admitted. There was no point denying it, they knew how you felt even if they didn’t know why.

“Has this got something to do with Dan calling us to ask if you were here?” Your mom asked softly.

You nodded, you expected that too. Dan had called Elena Monday evening, she played dumb and said she didn’t know where you were and if she did she wouldn’t tell him “did he tell you why?”

“No he didn’t, he just asked us to call if you turned up” your dad told you. 

You scoffed and shook your head. He didn’t tell Elena what he’d done either, didn’t admit his mistake “Did you tell him I was with El?” 

Your mom shook her head “No we didn’t, we knew that you clearly didn’t want to be around him and we respected that”

“Thank you” your voice felt weak as you looked down “The um- the wedding’s off… he’s been cheating on me with the wedding planner”

“The motherfucker!” Your dad growled shooting up from his seat, only sitting down when your mom grabbed the back of his sweater and tugged him to sit back down.

“More like wedding planner fucker” you joked weakly.

Your mom sighed “I’m so sorry sweetheart you don’t deserve that, he doesn’t deserve you either” 

“Is El looking after you?” Your dad asked.

You nodded “She’s at work now but yeah she has, she’s given me her apartment and her and Chris got me a job working in the PR department with the Bears, I start tomorrow they’re gonna give me a bit of an induction ahead of the game again Washington on Friday night”

“That’s good, will you be travelling with them?” your dad asked.

“No the PR and comms team takes it in turns to go on the road and report back, I’ll just be shadowing the team who stay in Boston and post updates on the match etcetera” you explained.

The new job was a bit of a step down, not just in pay. You’d gone from one of the best PR firms on the West Coast that handled movie stars to being a PR and Comms staff for a sports team. But it was just temporary, you’d find something with better pay once you were a bit more settled.

“Well I’m sure you’ll smash it darling” your mom said, making you snort quietly they’d been living in the UK for less than a year and the British vernacular had already snuck in.

“Thank you and I’m so sorry that the wedding has been called off, I know you guys have put a lot of money into it” you sighed, guilt wracking your body.

“Sweetpea, money means nothing if you’re unhappy, we’d rather you be happy than marry that piece of shit because of the money that’s been spent,” your dad told you.

“And look the wedding wasn’t going to be until spring so we might be able to get some of the deposits back,” your mom said “Why don’t you leave that with us to sort and you just focus on yourself and your happiness”

“Thanks mom, that would be really helpful,” you said, a lump of emotion forming in your throat.

“What are you going to do about Christmas? You’re more than welcome here” your dad said.

“I don’t know, I’ll have to look into it, money is gonna be a bit tighter now and I don’t know what my work commitments will be” you sighed with a shrug of your shoulders.

“That’s okay let us know as soon as you know what you’re doing, you know we’d love to have you” your mom smiled.

“Thanks Mom,” you said before chuckling quietly “I don’t know why I was so scared to have this chat”

“You never have to be scared to talk to us, the only person who should be scared is that piece of shit, I swear he’s dead when I next see him” your dad swore.

You chuckled “that’s good to know, so how is rainy Britain?” You asked to change the topic.

You and your parents caught up for the next hour or so, by the time you finally ended the call you felt so much better. You wished they were here to hug you and make you feel better but just talking to them did enough to make you feel a little less empty. It made taking on the next chapter of your life less scary.

Your first couple of days working at the Bears had been a whirlwind. While you were mostly shadowing over the weekend it still felt like you had been dropped in the deep end. The entire office was a hive of activity during the game. You were used to this level of activity being a bad thing because it meant someone was having a PR disaster. But in this new world, it was a good thing because it meant the team was winning.

You had to admit the excitement was a little contagious, the entire PR team were avid fans. Cheering and complaining at the ref as the game played on the big screen. You didn’t know much about the sport nor the players so you couldn’t follow it very well. You did see Ari get sent off for a yellow, one of your colleagues said he was lucky it wasn’t a red but there was enough mitigation that his high tackle remained as a yellow. What that actually meant you had no clue.

It was Monday morning when your new boss, Steph called you into her office.

“Is everything okay? I haven’t done something wrong have I?” You asked as you followed her into her office.

“No, no, you’ve been great! Frankly, you’re overqualified” She smiled as she sat down “I just want your input on something that’s all” She gestured for you to sit.

“Oh I’m very flattered, I know I don’t know much about the rugby world,” you said bashfully as you sat.

Steph smiled softly “You’ve done a lot of PR work with celebrities back in LA right?” She asked leaning back in her chair.

“Yes my company worked with a lot of celebs” You nodded shifting in your seat.

“Did you do a lot of PR relationships?” She then asked.

You nodded your head again “Yeah there are not as many PR relationships in Hollywood as people think, but I have worked on quite a few” 

“Good, so what makes a successful one?” She asked.

“Um well, it depends on what image you’re trying to get across” you explained.

“Someone settled, someone you can trust and is moving past their wildcard days” Steph  supplied gesturing with her hands in a vague manner.

“Right well you want someone who is that kind of person, no one who grabs the spotlight for the same reasons you’re trying to fix” you told her.

She sat forward and started taking notes “What else?”

“You have to make sure the people are well matched, if one of them has a clear type then you need the meet that type. So if someone has publicly said they like a woman with curves you can’t set them up with a Victoria’s Secret model” you explain.

She hummed studying you for a moment before returning to her notes “Anything else?”

“A mutual connection helps, makes it more believable. If fans and media outlets can easily trace how they would have potentially met then they’re more likely to believe it. So in this case if it was someone a fellow teammate knew, there’s a clear link, if you pick someone who has no connection to the player people are going to be suspicious” you continued.

 “And you’re close with Elena and Chris aren’t you?” 

Your brows furrow for a moment confused as to what the relevance was  “uh yeah Elena is my best friend, I don’t know Chris that well though” you shrugged your shoulders.

“Okay” she hummed tapping her pen against her chin in thought.

“Are you considering it for one of the players?” You asked.

“Yes, I’ve never suggested one before though, usually you just send the players to charity events but he needs a long-term solution” she explained.

“Well if you want I could maybe take the lead, or advise?” You suggested.

A smile tugged at her lips “I’ll keep that in mind, thank you for your insight I have a lot to think about before my meeting with him tomorrow”

“No worries glad to help, is there anything else you need?” You asked.

“No thanks, can you go with the team who will be filming training content? Familiarise yourself with that?” She suggested.

“Of course” you nodded before getting up from your seat.

As you walked back to your desk you wondered which of the team needed a PR relationship. You barely knew any of them, so you could only go on what El had told you. Chris was out for obvious reasons, from what you knew of Curtis you doubted it was him. Ari came to mind but you instantly shook that thought from your head. Not because you didn’t think it was him, but because you didn’t want to work with him. You settled on Johnny instead, even though El said he was a bit of a secret softie he was known as a player. 

You nodded to yourself, yeah it had to be Johnny. You instantly thought of different strategies for him, where to stage the dates. He’d be an easy client too, the only problem would be getting him to keep it in his pants. You just hoped that whatever reason he had would be incentive enough to keep him in line. 

Ari grunted in pain as Elena dug her hand into the back of his shoulder “Jesus fuck woman” he complained, fists clenched “Do you get off on torturing people or something”

Ari hated physio, he swore it was just the medical team’s excuse to get some revenge.

“It’s your own fault you’re here” she pointed out as she continued to work on his shoulder. 

He knew she meant his high tackle that resulted in a yellow card and sore shoulder “There was mitigation” he reminded her. 

“You were lucky, if Chris hadn’t tackled him too your shoulder would have gone straight into the wolves’ head and it would have been a red” Elena pointed out as she finally stopped working on his shoulder. 

“Like I said mitigation” Ari said as he sat back up sending a smirk her way. 

She rolled her eyes “That’s not the only reason I’m pissed at you” she said with a pointed look as she grabbed a towel and wiped her hands clean.

Ari dropped his shoulders with a heavy sigh instantly knowing what she meant again. You. You had been on his mind for over a week now. He was pissed off at himself for the way he treated you, he kept replaying the situation to see what he could have done differently. In the perfect situation, you would have ended up in his arms as he comforted you. He wanted to apologise and make it right but he also didn’t want to make it worse.

 “i know, i just haven't seen her to apologise” he sighed glancing down at his hands. 

“Haven’t seen her or avoided her?” Elena asked with a brow arched “She was in the gym on Monday” 

“I was at my 1-2-1 analysis while she was there” Ari reasoned “getting ripped into by your dad for that yellow” he added a pointed look.

Elena shrugged “You deserved it”

“Whatever” Ari huffed as he pushed himself off the medical bed “Look I promise I'll apologise to her now, I’m heading up to the PR office for a meeting after this” 

“What do you need PR for?” Elena asked her brows furrowed.

“I want to make the national team this summer, your dad said I need to improve both on and off the pitch” Ari explained as he grabbed his top and pulled it back on.

Elena nodded “It is criminal that you haven’t been picked yet” she hummed “Don’t worry I’m sure whatever Y/N has cooked up will work, she’s the best around” she winked before pointing at him “Just don’t make her life difficult, she’s been through enough shit” she warned.

Ari held his hands up in surrender. He still didn’t know the full picture, only that you were back on the East Coast without your engagement ring. He’d asked Chris what had happened but he said it wasn’t his story to share “I swear, I won’t” he promised “You can beat the crap out of me if I do”

Elena smirked “Good, now go on and stop doing stupid shit,” she said waving him out of the medical room. 

Ari huffed as he walked out, he wanted to stop doing stupid shit too. But that was easier said than done. He’d been told that he was hot-headed for as long as he could remember, there were times when it felt like he blacked out and one came back around after he’d done the stupid shit. Like the fight he started at the cup final, he remembered seeing Bryce make the illegal tackle on Chris and then the next thing he remembered was Bryce on the floor below him as he landed multiple blows to the face. 

He’d always been like this. Like there was pent up anger he had at the world. He could blame the first five years of his life for that. He was signed up to play rugby at the age of 7 at the advice of his teachers to try and work through a lot of that anger. Rugby helped a lot, it gave him somewhere to direct his anger and frustrations and work through it in a healthier way. 

It didn’t take away all the pressure though, evident by the way he shouted at you. Another moment when his frustrations got the better of him and he blacked out. He just hoped that you would accept his apology.

He spotted you as soon as he stepped into the PR and Comms office. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips as he looked over you. You were standing at a coworker's desk, looking over his shoulder at something on the screen. You had a contemplative look on your face, your red-tinted lips pursed. You listened to whatever your co-worker was saying before nodding your head, arms crossed over your chest. You were wearing a red sweater that seemed a little baggy on you but still looked incredible. Especially with the black skirt and knee-high boots you were wearing.  

When you finished what you were saying you finally looked up and over at him. The expression on your face became guarded as you studied him. He expected you to tilt your head up in defiance but you did the opposite. Your chin dropped as you went to move back to your desk, shoulders turned inwards. 

Ari internally cursed at himself, he’d fucked up majorly if you weren’t fighting back against him like you did back in LA.

“Y/N,” he said as he stepped in your path. 

“Ari,” you said forcing a smile as you looked up at him, which was wrong you should have crossed your arms and arched an unimpressed brow at him. 

“I wanted to apologise for the other week, I was out of line” he apologised “I was tired and was having a shitty day and I took my anger out on the first person I came across”

“That’s no excuse” you pointed out as you looked down at your feet.

That response was closer to what he expected from you, the words were right but the delivery was off. The words should have been sharper, not downtrodden. 

“You’re right it's not,” Ari said before holding his arms out “So c’mon rip into me” he invited with a playful smirk “We both know how well you can do it, knock me down a peg or two” 

You studied him for a moment. Ari could see the gears turning in your head which made his smirk grow. He knew you were going to come out with something brilliant, something that would knock a less confident man out. He couldn’t wait. He wanted to see that side of you again, he wanted to play. 

“I’ve got work to do” you muttered as you dropped your gaze and stepped around him.

Ari frowned as he turned around “Y/N” he muttered in disbelief, his hands dropping back down to his side. 

“I’m busy Ari and I’m sure you have training or something” you sighed as you refused to look at him as you gathered a notebook from your desk.

“Y/N c’mon” he pressed stepping in your way as you went to walk away again, “I said I was sorry, why are you still freezing me out?”

“Apology accepted, now leave me alone I have a meeting” you said looking up at him with a tired expression on your face. 

Ari’s brows furrowed in concern as he took you in, how tired and worn out you looked. It made his fists clenched. Whatever happened back in LA did this to you and he wanted to know what so he could beat the crap out of it. 

“Y/N,” he said softly. 

He reached out to put a hand on your shoulder, feeling the need to provide comfort in any way he could. He wanted to ask what happened, what he could do to make it better and bring back the version he knew.

He didn’t get the chance though, before his hand even made contact he was interrupted by Steph “Ah Ari, perfect timing, we have the perfect strategy for you” she smiled from her office. 

He didn’t look away from you so he saw how your brows furrowed in confusion, looking over at Steph and then back at him. 

He let out a quiet sigh as he took a step back “Glad to hear it” he said as he turned and walked towards her office.

He stopped though when she said “Good, right c’mon Y/N” She waved for you to join.

He looked over his shoulder and saw you take a deep breath as you looked down at your boots. The fake smile plastered on back on your face when you looked back up and said “Of course”

Ari blinked in surprise when you walked past him into Steph’s office. You didn’t know he was your meeting and clearly weren't happy being trapped in a small office with him for the next half an hour or so. Evident by the way you sat in one of the furthest away chairs. 

“Right I have decided on the best strategy for you, and I want to remind you that you said you’d do anything” Steph said as Ari sat down in his chair. 

“That doesn’t concern me at all” he smirked as he leant back. 

“Trust me this will work” Steph smiled “We’re going to set you up with a PR relationship for the rest of the season”

Ari arched a brow, he wasn’t expecting that at all. He expected lots of charity work, which he wouldn’t have minded, but not this “a relationship?” 

“Yes, we want to portray you as settled or at least settling, what better way to do that than a relationship” Steph said with a proud.

Ari nodded slowly as he took in the information “With who?”

The smile on Steph’s face widens “Well we want this to work so I’ve brought in the best” she grinned before turning her attention to you “Y/N will be the perfect match”

“Excuse me?” you squeaked in surprise. 

Ari frowned, you had clearly been blindsided by this idea. Something that didn’t sit right with him, it wasn’t fair on you. 

“Yes you said so yourself, there needs to be a mutual connection and you were the only person we found that had one” Steph explained as she gestured over to you “Plus you know how to do this better than anyone, I trust you to take lead on this”

“Steph this isn’t going to work” you stuttered sitting forward in your chair “I’ve just broken off an engagement, no one would believe this”

“Is there any evidence of your relationship online?” Steph asked, her head tilted in question.

“Uh- no, I- I deleted everything,” you said your voice cracking. 

“Well that’s one less thing to worry about, plus it's not uncommon for people to get into a relationship soon after another” Steph points out. 

“There must be someone else” you pleaded.

Ari’s heart broke, as much as he would love just the chance to be your boyfriend even if it was just pretend, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. 

“Not someone who fits the criteria you gave me, and we need this to work for Ari” Steph sighed, her voice sympathetic “you’ll be in charge and will take the lead on it so you’ll have control over what happens, you can make it suit you, I only ask that it's believable” she continued before turning her attention back to Ari “what do you say?”

Ari took a moment before turning and looking at you, hoping his expression conveyed how sincere he was “I’m in if you’re in” he said softly “I need this and I trust you, but if you really don’t want to do it then we don’t have to”

You sat there stunned, staring back at him with a look of panic in your eyes. 

“Why don’t I leave you two to talk it through some more and get back to me when you’ve come to a decision” Steph said as she stood from her chair and strode out of the room. 

Once she was gone Ari turned to look at you, your hand was resting on your heaving chest, the look of panic in your eyes getting worse. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” Ari said moving to crouch in front of you, keeping enough distance between the two of you to make sure you were comfortable “Take some deep breaths,” he told you, when you didn’t respond he put a cautious hand on your knee “deep breaths sweetheart”

You finally responded to him and took the deep breaths you needed, your eyes finding his. He watched as the panic slowly faded from them with every deep breath you took.

“Feeling better?” he asked after a moment. 

“Not really” you admitted as you shook your head, “I thought it was gonna be Johnny that needed this not you” you muttered as you rubbed your forehead “and that I would just be leading it not actually part of it”

“Yeah, I didn’t like how she blindsided you with that” Ari told her earning a huff of a laugh from you.

“You could say that again” you mumbled “What do you even need this for? I mean you got yellow cards recently but I thought those weren’t a big deal” 

Ari nodded his head “Normally they’re not, but if I don’t reign myself in this season I won’t make the national team, the head coach is gonna be watching me and I want him to know he can trust me” he explained. 

“You’re doing this for a spot on the national team?” you questioned “Seems a bit extreme”

Ari let out a small chuckle “Yeah well I’m pretty desperate, it’s been a dream of mine ever since I was a kid, a dream that hasn’t happened yet” he admitted. 

“Right” you muttered looking down at your fiddling hands. 

“Can I ask what happened back in LA?” Ari asked, causing your eyes to shoot back up at him. 

You took a couple of moments before admitting “My fiance cheated on me with the wedding planner”

“The fucker” Ari growled making you jump “Sorry” he apologised taking a deep breath to calm himself “Well dating a sexy rugby player is a great way to say fuck you to him” he then smirked. 

You rolled your eyes “Yeah but Johnny’s not the one who needs it” you muttered making Ari grin. This was the side of you that was missing, it wasn’t completely gone it just needed coaxing back out. 

“There she is” Ari whispered earning a small confused frown from you “Look I won’t lie to you and say I don’t need this because I really really do, but considering all the shit you’re going through and the fact I don’t think you’ve actually accepted my apology” Ari continued “it's up to you, take the time you need to think it through and I promise if you decide to do this I won’t make your life difficult and I’ll do whatever you say”

You took a deep breath and nodded your head “Yeah okay… I’ll think it through and I’ll um get back to you”

“Great, that's all I can ask for” Ari said standing back up “And look I’m sorry about your fiance, he’s a dick and clearly insane for not realising he already had the most incredible woman on the planet” he said, Your lips parted in surprise as you stared up at him. 

You went to say something but Ari didn’t want to hear you turn him down so he just flashed you a smile and walked “See you soon” he said as he stepped out.

You thought about Ari’s proposition all day and still couldn’t come to an answer. You thought it would be a simple answer, a straight-up no, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. There was a small niggling thought at the back of your mind that was holding you back. 

So instead of going straight home after work, you went to Chris and Elena’s house to talk it out with them. Hopefully hearing them say it was an insane idea would reassure that little thought and you could just say no. 

So here you were sitting on the couch, feet tucked up beneath you as you cradled a cup of tea. You would have preferred a glass of wine or something stronger but you needed a clear head, drunk decisions were almost always bad decisions. 

“Right, so what is it that Steph wants you to do?” Elena asked as she sat down on the adjacent couch next to Chris, their dog Dodger jumping up to join them. 

“She wants me to be Ari’s fake girlfriend for the rest of the season” you sighed, running your finger around the rim of your mug. 

“Why you?” she questioned. 

“Because I stupidly gave her the perfect criteria and I match it” you scoffed shaking your head “the mutual connection, someone who’s looking to settle down” you didn’t say the part about being his type because you weren’t quite sure what to do with that information yourself. 

“And there’s no one else?” Chris asked as he scratched Dodger behind the ear. 

“Apparently not” you shrugged, “Steph said she trusted me because of my expertise in the area”

Chris hummed and nodded his head “What did Ari say about it?”

“He’s in, said he’s desperate to make the national team and is willing to do whatever it takes” you sighed, taking a sip of your tea. 

“Makes sense, he’s 30 now, will be 31 by the next world cup and 35 at the one after, but he might have retired by then” Chris shrugged “This might be his last chance”

You let out a small huff “Thanks that doesn’t make me feel guilty at all”

Chris gave you an apologetic smile “Sorry, it’s just that being his captain I want to see him make that team, it would be awesome to play alongside him at the world cup”

“Why is it that you don’t want to do it? I mean before last week you two seemed to get on pretty fine” Elena asked as she sat forward a bit.

That was another problem. You two did get along well, too well. You could recall the first time you saw him, you noticed him the moment he walked into the hotel. It was like a moment in a romance novel when the female lead sees her love interest and the whole world stops for a moment. 

You’d looked away before he spotted you, you were engaged and couldn’t be ogling other men. When he came over and shook your hand it made your entire body jolt and your next breath felt like the very first. You tried to put up a front and push him away but he kept coming straight back and you felt your resolve breaking. You had felt so guilty at the time, especially when you had a less-than-innocent dream about him that night. 

You had tried to forget about him, but he seemed rooted in your mind. When you watched the livestream of the cup final you told yourself it was for Elena’s sake, even if you had told her you wouldn’t be watching. But deep down you knew it was because of a large man with gorgeous long locks and a thick beard. 

“Because I just got out of a long-term relationship” you landed on with a sigh “I can’t just fall back into another one”

“It's not a real one though” Elena pointed out “You’ll still be single, and you’ll have time to be single for a while without interference and find who you are without Dan”

“I guess” you sighed.

“And we both know Dan is going to work out you’re here if he hasn’t already, if he saw you had moved on with a big beefy rugby player he’s gonna be too scared to try and win you back” Elena added. 

“You know when I came over I expected you to agree that it was a bad idea” you pointed out over the top of your mug, taking another large sip.

Elena chuckled “I’m sorry but I wouldn’t be a good friend if I straight up lied to you” she pointed out “I understand where you’re coming from but I can see how this benefits you too”

“Yeah and frankly i don’t think you could find someone better to do this sort of thing with” Chris added.

“You really think you should do this?” you sighed. 

“I think you should at least give it a go” Elena nodded. 

You took a deep breath. Everything they said was true, yeah you would be in a fake relationship in person but in private you would be single and undisturbed. Ari would provide you with that privacy, and in return, you could help him achieve his childhood dream.

“Okay fine I’ll do it” you sighed in resignation. 

Elena smiled back excitedly “Yes this is gonna be great!” she grinned “You should let him know now”

“Not now, we’ll have to go over the rules and the plan,” you said shaking your head. 

“You could invite him over here? Go over it together with us?” Chris suggested with a shrug of his shoulders.

“You’re not going to drop this are you?” you sighed knowingly.

“Nope. please this is so exciting! It's like something out of a movie!” Elena grinned. 

You rolled your eyes “Fine, but I don’t have his number so you’ll have to call him”

“Sure not a problem” Chris said reaching into his back pocket to grab his phone.

Faster than you expected Ari was knocking on the front door. Dodger instantly ran to greet him, you could hear Ari’s deep chuckle down the hallway. Chris and him were chatting as they walked towards the living room. You noticed that his long hair was damp, it wasn’t raining so you wondered whether he’d just gotten out of the shower when Chris called. The mental image of Ari in the shower flashed through your mind, your mouth went dry at the image, all the moisture travelling elsewhere. You cleared your throat and shifted in your seat as you pushed the mental image from your mind. 

Ari’s gaze shifted to you and a lopsided smile grew on his lips “Y/N” he greeted.

You cleared your throat again “Ari” 

“Chris said you wanted to talk to me about the whole fake dating thing,” he said as he walked over and sat on the same couch as you. 

You took a deep breath, which you quickly regretted because even though he was sitting on the opposite end of the couch you could smell his body wash. It was pine with a hint of citrus, it was fresh and comforting all at the same time. 

“Uh yeah, I uh thought it over and I think we should do it but we have to lay out some rules” You shifted and turned towards him, fidgeting with your hands in your lap. 

“Of course, like Steph said you’re in charge and I’m your puppet” he smirked reclining back, arm resting across the back of the couch.

Your gaze shifted to his hand, his long thick fingers which were now much closer to you. You hadn’t noticed how large his hands were. Your mind started down the rabbit hole again, you wondered how warm and comforting they were. How they might feel against your body… holding you…

“So what rules have you got in mind?” Ari’s fingers drummed against the couch breaking you out of your trance. 

“Right yes rules” You cleared your throat, shifting further away from him “Well obviously we cannot tell anyone about this, the fewer people that know the better”

Ari nodded “of course, I’m assuming you two won’t say anything” he glanced over to Chris and Elena. 

“Lips are sealed” Elena confirmed, “what about your parents though Tommi?”

You shrugged your shoulders “with them in England it should be fine, especially since we’re gonna take this slow, a whirlwind romance doesn’t sell settling down” you looked over at Ari who was rubbing his hand over his beard “what about your parents?”

“Same as you, they’re travelling” he hummed “How slow are we taking this?”

“Uh well we need to lay some groundwork first” you explained “like establishing that I’m here in Boston not LA”

“What about your ex? Are you sure you want him to know that?” Ari frowned, hand dropping back down to the back of the couch. 

“Not really, but I’ve blocked him and any of his friends so I should be fine,” you told him. 

Ari tightly nodded “As long as you’re sure, so what’s after that?”

“Uh well, maybe a social event that we’re both at, somewhere where we can appear in the back of photos chatting?” you suggested.

“Johnny is throwing a Halloween party next week? You could be my plus one” Elena suggested. 

“What about me?” Chris huffed looking over at Elena.

“You have your own invite meatball” Elena slapped his chest, shaking her head at him. 

“Okay yeah that works, there will be group photos and we can be in the background of a couple” you nodded thinking it through in your head “It’ll establish a when and where we met”

“But we met back in LA, don’t tell me you forgot that lunch?” Ari pointed out, a fake look of hurt on his face.

You rolled your eyes “It will establish it for people online” you clarified before taking another deep breath “And then after that, we need a time where we meet up, maybe as a four?”

“We can go to brunch?” Chris suggested. 

“Perfect, and then we just need to go out a couple of times just us two but we can decide on that later, are there any events I should be aware of?” You asked glancing around at everyone, only allowing yourself to look at Ari for a second or two.

“Only Thanksgiving and the Christmas charity dinner at the beginning of December, the rest of our events are at the end of the season” Ari explained.

“You don’t go home for Thanksgiving?” You frowned, you couldn’t imagine not spending time with your family for Thanksgiving. Although it didn’t look like you’d be able to fly to England to celebrate with your parents this year.

“It depends on what day the match is that weekend, if it’s Sunday or Saturday some players do go home to family but if it’s Friday like it is this year my dad organises a team Thanksgiving for players who don’t have family in the state” El explained “players can bring a friend or their partner”

“Are you going to your parents?” Ari asked grabbing your attention.

You shifted in your seat, glancing down at your fiddling fingers unable to focus with his intense gaze “I don’t know, it might be too expensive this year” 

“I could help if-“ Ari started but you interrupted. As much as you wanted to see your parents for Thanksgiving, you didn’t want to owe Ari money.

“No it’s fine, me going to this player's thanksgiving is good for PR, it can essentially confirm the relationship and then we’ll make our official outing as a couple at the charity dinner” you said with a sharp shake of your head.

It looked like Ari went to argue but when his eyes met yours his mouth snapped shut. He cleared his throat and nodded in agreement “sounds like a good plan… what else do we need to discuss?”

You were grateful for the slight change in topic but the only thing left to discuss was the part that made you the most uncomfortable. Public displays of affection. You knew you couldn’t outright ban it but you just weren’t sure how you felt about Ari holding you and kissing you. 

“Right” your voice came out strained so you cleared your throat “Of course we will have to do some PDA but we should ease into it as a normal couple would and we should clear it with each other beforehand”

Ari nodded “Understandable, I’m not one for big displays of public displays of affection”

You breathed out a sigh of relief even though there was a small part of you that was ever so slightly disappointed. You pushed that part away though, you had just gotten out of a serious relationship, you needed to be single for a while and focus on yourself. Even if you did have to be in a fake relationship to do so. The irony was not lost on you.

“Cool I think that’s it for now, I’ll um plan out more of the strategy for later on is there anything you want to ask?”

“What’s the end date on this?” Ari asked.

“Well I guess once we know if you’ve made the team we can start putting things in place that lead to the eventual breakup” you shrugged “which works nicely since I’ll probably want to move onto a better-paid job in New York or something”

Ari frowned “You don’t plan on staying here?”

“You just got here” Elena pouted.

You looked over at Elena and felt instantly guilty “I know and I’m grateful for what you guys have done but sports PR is a bit of a step-down, I’m staying on the east coast though so we’ll be able to see each other easily”

Elena gave you an understanding smile “Guess I can live with that” she playfully rolled her eyes.

You smiled back before shifting your gaze back to Ari who still looked unhappy at the idea of you moving. For whatever reason you had no clue. You could practically see the cogs in his head turning as he looked back at you with an unhappy frown. It made your hands itch like you wanted to reach out and comfort him. It made you quickly jump up from the couch, you needed out. Especially when Ari’s frown changed to one of concern at your sudden motion.

“Right if that’s everything, I’m gonna head home because it’s been a long day” you ran your hand through your hair, pushing it from your face.

Ari slowly rose from the couch “Me too, I’ll walk you out” he said barely looking away from you as he said “Thanks for having us Evans”

Both Chris and Elena had amused looks on their faces as they looked up at you “sure we’ll see you both at the Halloween party” Chris nodded.

“Thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow El” You cleared your throat and grabbed your bag and made a swift exit.

Ari with his long legs had no issue keeping up with you, following you at the door and towards your car. His jeep parked next to yours, you had expected him to be more of an Audi kinda guy. You had seen more sides of him since landing in Boston than you expected. The angry, grumpy side, the cheeky side and a really calming and sincere side.

You couldn’t forget the way he put his hand on your knee and calmed you down with just that gesture in Steph’s office earlier today. The way he had apologised and told you how blind your ex was. An apology that you had yet to officially accept. You paused as you reached your car, you couldn’t go into a fake relationship and not accept his apology.

With a deep sigh, you quickly turned around. Ari’s brow quirking in surprise as you looked up at him “I accept your apology for the other day, you had a bad day and so had I, it’s all water under the bridge”

Ari nodded “My bad day was no excuse, I am really sorry and I promise not to hurt you like that again” he held his hand over his heart.

“Thank you… I’ll um see you at the party or at work I guess” You nodded, and just as you turned back towards your car Ari spoke up. 

“Hey I know you said about asking before doing public displays of affection, but what about the other kind of PDA?” Ari asked. 

You frowned in confusion and turned to face him “What other kinds?” surprised to find him a couple of steps closer. 

Ari smirked down at you “private displays of affection”

You let out a scoff that sounded more like a squeak “Definitely not”

“C’mon we can call it practice, the only reason I play well on game days is because of practice” he points out “It’ll mean you’re not as awkward when it happens”

“What about you?”

“Trust me the last thing I’ll be feeling is awkward”

You thought about his reasoning. You had seen plenty of fake couples who couldn’t sell it because they seemed uncomfortable in each other’s presence. The slight flinches here and there.

“Fine but you have to ask” you huffed starting to turn back towards your car.

“Good, so can I kiss you?” Ari asked 

“Now?” You squeaked.

“Yeah I don’t see why not” he shrugged “It's dark, no one’s around, seems pretty perfect otherwise I’d have to sneak to your apartment or something and risk getting caught and that’ll blow the going slow part” he sighed.

“Fine! One kiss” you snapped glaring up at him.

Ari’s smirk grew as he stepped closer and cupped your jaw “one kiss” he promised with a whisper before leaning in.

Your intention had been to pull away a second later. It didn’t need to be anything more than a peck. But it was like your mind shortcircuited and instead of pulling away you stepped forward. Your hands moved to rest on his chest as he tilted your head back, his other hand moving to the small of your back to pull you closer. 

You had planned to be the one to pull away but when Ari did you found yourself chasing his lips. 

“I’d say that was a perfect practice attempt,” he said, voice low as his thumb brushed over your cheekbone.

That snapped you back to reality. You scurried back until your back hit your car door. Your hand touched your lips as they continued to tingle. 

“Yes, right. Bye. I’ll um see you at work or the party or” you didn’t finish your sentence. You just got in the car, slammed the door shut and drove off as quickly as you could.

You glanced in the rearview mirror as Ari disappeared into the distance. You could see him laughing as he shook his head, watching you go.

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hi! how are you? i hope everything’s well and i was wondering if you’d be so kind to write an angsty emily prentiss x young teen daughter reader story when you are able?

basically reader feels that Emily isn’t giving her enough freedom, especially with her friends who want to do typical teenagery things (Emily’s a bit more protective because of her job and past and knows what kind of things could happen) and they get into an argument of sorts and reader refuses to listen to emily trying to explain and reason with her? thanks!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Authors note: Maybe I exaggerated Emily a little bit but since I had her whole past in mind, I thought it was appropriate.

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The sun slowly sank over the horizon, turning day into night and making the shadows appear longer and deeper. In a well-kept suburb of Washington D.C., you sat on your bed and stared out the window, your head full of thoughts. The gentle breeze that blew through the open window brought no relief to the feeling of tightness that you felt in your heart.

"Y/n, can you please come down? Dinner is ready!" Emily's voice penetrated the half-open door. It was a friendly but also authoritative voice that often felt like a net that wrapped around you and held you tight.

"Coming soon, Mom!" you called back, even though you didn't feel ready to face your mother yet. You sighed and took one last look at your cell phone, where messages from your friends were flashing.

Maya: "Hey, are you coming over later, y/n? My parents are gone and we have the house to ourselves!"

Chloe: "Yeah, it'll be so cool! We have chips, popcorn and a few movies."

You bit your lip. You wanted nothing more than to spend a carefree night with your friends, but you knew your mother would never allow that. Emily Prentiss was not only a mother, but also a seasoned FBI agent who had seen the dark side of humanity up close. These experiences had made her overprotective, especially when it came to her only daughter. You.

Reluctantly, you got up and went into the kitchen. The smell of spaghetti and garlic bread filled the air, and Emily was already putting the plates on the table. She smiled when she saw you, but there was familiar concern in her eyes.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" she asked as she took the parmesan out of the fridge and transferred it to a small bowl. "Yeah, it's fine," you mumbled and sat down at the table. "Can I go to Maya and Chloe's after dinner? They want to have a movie night."

Emily froze for a moment before moving again and putting the cheese on the table. "A movie night, huh? Have you looked at the clock?"

You sighed inwardly. You knew the beginning of this conversation all too well. "Yes, mom," you said, clenching your hands into fists. "Then the answer is no," Emily said calmly but firmly. "You know I don't want you to be out this late. Even if I drove you."

"But mom, I'm not a little kid anymore! I'm 16 years old! Maya and Chloe are my best friends, we just want to watch a few movies!" your voice got louder, frustration and anger rising inside you.

"Y/n, I understand that you want to have fun, but I'm worried about your safety. You don't know who's hanging around the neighborhood, and I can't watch over you all the time."

"Exactly, you can't watch over me all the time! That's the problem!" you screamed, jumping up, tears of frustration burning in your eyes. "You just don't trust me!"

She looked at you, her own eyes full of pain and conflict. "My darling, it's not about trust. It's about me knowing what can happen out there. I just want to protect you."

"Sometimes you suffocate me with that," you said quietly, leaving the kitchen before the tears ran all the way down your cheeks.

Upstairs in your room, you threw yourself on the bed and grabbed your phone. Your fingers flew over the keys as you wrote a message to your friends: "Sorry, girls. My mom won't let me go. Maybe another time."

You put your phone on silent, threw the phone aside and stared at the ceiling. Your heart was heavy, not only because of the missed opportunity, but also because of the constant fights with your mother. You knew she loved you and only wanted the best for you, but it often felt like your life was limited by invisible shackles that pulled you tighter the older you got.

As you lay there, you heard soft footsteps approaching your bedroom door. Emily stood in the doorway, her head poking through the hinge, unsure whether she should enter. "Can I please come in?"

You turned to the side and nodded reluctantly. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at you. "I know it's not easy being my daughter, especially with my job and my past. But I hope you understand that I'm just trying to protect you."

You swallowed and looked at your mother. "I understand that, Mom. But I also need a little freedom. I need to learn to take care of myself and you need to give me the chance to do that."

Your mother nodded slowly, wondering when you'd grown up so much and smiled weakly. "How about we find a compromise? I'll call Maya's parents and if they confirm that everything is OK, you can leave for a few hours."

Your eyes widened in surprise and joy. "Really? You would do that for me?"

"Yes," she said, putting a hand on your shoulder. "But under two conditions: You have to promise me to call JJ, Rossi or me immediately if anything is wrong and you have to have dinner with me first."

You nodded eagerly and reached over to your phone, ready to text your friends that you would come after all. "I promise, Mom. Thanks."

As Emily pulled out her phone, started dialing the number and retreated briefly from your room, you leaned back and felt a small piece of the burden fall from your shoulders. It was a small step, but it was a start.

Minutes felt like hours as you sat in your room, impatiently waiting for Emily to call your girlfriend's parents. Your mind was racing, and the hope of finally taking a step towards more freedom filled you with a small hint of optimism. But when you heard her come back, you immediately recognized the look in your mother's eyes.

"Y/n, I spoke to Maya's parents," she began slowly as she opened the door and stepped back into the room. "And?" you asked, your voice tense with anticipation.

"Her parents aren't home and don't mind you being alone. Did you know you would be alone? Because if so I..."

"No, Mom. Don't end that sentence!" You jumped up from the bed, fists clenched again. "You're going to forbid it again, aren't you? That's why I didn't say anything!"

Emily sighed deeply, wiping her furrowed brow with a hand. "I don't think it's safe for you to be in an empty house. I'm worried about you."

"What are you worried about? That I might have fun? That I might act like a normal teenager?" Your voice was shaking with anger, as was your body, and your heart was pounding wildly in your chest. "You're suffocating me with your constant control!"

"Sweetie, please try to understand," she began, but you immediately interrupted her. "No, Mom, you don't understand! You don't understand what it's like to be constantly monitored and patronized!“

Emily's patience began to dwindle the longer you took your frustration out on her. "That's enough. I've seen things you can't even imagine. I've seen people who got into serious danger from harmless situations. I can't let anything happen to you."

"Oh, come on, mom! You and your stories from work. Do you think I want to hear all the time how terrible the world is? I just want a little fun!"

The black-haired girl swallowed hard and fought to stay calm and matter-of-fact with you. "Y/n, I'm not telling you these things to annoy you. I want you to understand why I am like this. Why I have to protect you."

You snorted contemptuously. "Protect? Is that what you call it? It feels like imprisonment to me. I feel like you don't trust me to take care of myself at all."

"I'm happy to tell you one last time. It's not about not trusting you," she said, her voice now raised, bordering on screaming. "It's about knowing how quickly things can go wrong. One moment of carelessness and everything can change."

You crossed your arms in front of your chest and glared darkly at your mother. "You use your job as an excuse to control my life. You have no idea what it's like to be under your thumb all the time."

"And you have no idea what it's like to go to work every day knowing that there are monsters out there waiting to hurt or even kill innocent young people." Emily's eyes filled with tears that slowly made their way down her cheeks. "I've seen too many girls your age, y/n. I can't take the risk of you becoming one of them. I would never forgive myself."

You shook your head violently, tears of anger and frustration also running freely down your cheeks. "I don't want to be a victim, but I don't want to be a prisoner either! You have to learn to let me go! Should I sit here twiddling my thumbs until I'm 53?"

Emily stood still for a moment, trying to control her own tears. "Y/n, I love you more than anything else in this world. Everything I do, I do to protect you, damn it!"

"Sometimes I love you for that," you said quietly, "but often I hate you for that." With those words, you stormed out of your room, slamming the door behind you. Your mother was left alone, her hand pressed to her mouth to stifle sobs. She knew she couldn't protect you forever, but the thought of seeing you in danger was more than she could bear.

Meanwhile, in the living room, you grabbed your jacket and stormed to the front door. You needed fresh air, distance, anything to escape your mother's suffocating grip on surveillance. Without waiting to see if Emily ran after you, the door slammed shut and your mother sank onto your bed. She knew she had made a mistake, but she also knew she couldn't do anything else. The world was a dangerous place, and she could only hope that one day you would understand why she was the way she was.

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Yes sir…

Thank you @succnfuccubus for inspiring me to write this and convincing me to actually do this

Summary: After another rejection, Billy’s feeling a little down in the dumps. But after meeting with your friend that morning and looking at a unique source material, you get a very unique idea on how to hopefully cheer him up.

Authors Note: Gave the friend a name as it was just easier. I loved the idea, but I don’t like this for some reason

Taglist: @valeskafics, @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @omgbrcat @blue-serendipity @arcielee @targaryenbarbie @anjelicawrites d

Warnings: Smut books, p in v sex, m oral, praise kink, power imbalance role play, role play, angst, comforting, sad boy Billy Washington, the economy, begging, cuddling (if I miss any let me know)

Billy had never been a particularly avid reader. The most he’d ever voluntarily read probably being the required reading for secondary school English. You on the other hand, even before you’d stumbled across the smut section on the internet, had always been a common bookworm.

When your friend Lya first began to lend you books from her so called private collection though, now that’s when you became a woman possessed. Soon, most of what you were reading involved some sort of dark romance filtered in. Whether that was mafia, pirate, or just a simple brother’s best friend romance. You read it all with an expressionless face.

Yet when you’d begun to date Billy, you must confess to the amusement of Lya, who you’d been borrowing books from for all these years, that you hadn’t been borrowing and reading as many of those sort of books as you used too. Since now, you had a real life romance novel in front of your very eyes to carry out. It wasn’t exactly the dream romance kids pictured after watching a Disney movie, but what sort of relationships were these days?

The last few days, you and Billy had been unable to have sex due to a sudden difference in work times. Well, your work times and Billy’s interviews. Still, whilst you were used to this happening at some random times, your pussy had taken a sudden hit with the recent dry streak. Now, you were beginning to crave one of those novels of yours in your hands again. Desperate for a new sort of fiction that’d get brain stimulated and your cunt working.

So you called the best smut dealer you knew.

“Hey bestie!” You grinned, picking at your nail while your other hand was busy holding the phone. “I need a favour…” She’d laughed when you’d asked her for a new recommendation, yet to your relief, you and her had managed to agree to a meet up the next day to, exchange the goods.

The morning you were supposed to leave, you remember kissing Billy goodbye as your adorable half asleep boyfriend was still laying in bed all cosy and pretty. “Where are you going?” He’d grumbled, so cute with a small tired pout on his face that it almost made you want to strip back down to nothing and pounce on him there and then. The lack of sex it seemed was really getting to you right now.

“Visiting one of my friends for a morning drink. Nothing much baby. Remember though you’ve got that interview at 3, so don’t forget!” You smiled, giving him another deep kiss before you go that left Billy’s cheeks flushed from bashfulness. He’s so effortlessly fucking sexy it was utterly unreal…

When you got to the cafe you’d planned to meet Lya at, she eagerly waved at you from a discreet corner of the room. She may be honest as hell about what she reads, but she sure as hell knows how to act like a fucking dealer about it.

“Hello darling!” You smile, moving so you could give her a quick hug before sitting opposite her. “How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been alright thanks babes! Stocking up on my little novel collection, which reminds me!” She gives you a mischievous smile, and from her bag produced a book with quite a different cover than what you thought it’d be. As she places in front of you what looks to be a copy of great expectations.

“Think you’ve mixed up the books Lya!” You laugh, giggling in amusement when you see her look at you with such disappointment.

“Course I haven’t idiot!” She sighs, moving to grab the book and remove the book cover, before showing you the back of it. Where much to your surprise, you find the blurb for a very different book. Called ‘Unbuttoning the CEO’. “I read it last week and thought it’d be perfect for you!”

You laugh at the title and place the secret cover back on, before placing it in your bag. You don’t bring the book up again the rest of the catch up convo, but at the end when the two of you have eaten your cakes, drunk your coffees and were saying your goodbyes, you made sure to let Lya know what you thought of the book when you read it.

When you get back home, you head to the bedroom first to see if Billy’s back or not. The bed you can see is unmade and ruffled, yet when you feel it you can tell it’s cold to the touch, telling you Billy left a while a go. You head to the living room and sit on the sofa with a small sigh, praying Billy didn’t decide to head to the pub before a job interview.

You’re still for a couple minutes trying to think of what to do to occupy your time while you wait for Billy, and your eyes can’t help but be drawn to your bag, where the book practically taunts you from inside it. Before you even know it, you’re curled up on the sofa with the book in your hand and your lip between your teeth.

Words blur as you read sentence after sentence, but your eyes certainly eagerly tune in when you get to the actual sex part, which wasn’t even very far in to be honest.

The ceo takes the assistant on his desk, and you can’t help but clench your legs together when you read about how later on the assistant helps the CEO to ‘destress’. You take a small break to make yourself a quick drink, and can’t help but find your mind drifting to the idea of you and Billy in those scenes, playing those characters. You can’t help but forget about even making any sort of drink as you imagine exactly how you could help Billy destress from the recent unfair influx of job rejections.

You eagerly get back to reading though, and by the time Billy comes back home around 5, stinking slightly of cheap lager, you’ve already finished the book twice and reread your favourite scenes about three times over.

“Hey baby!” You smile, making note on how Billy nuzzles his body into yours as much as he can as soon as he gets close enough. Your pretty little teddy bear… “How’d it go?”

“Said I weren’t what they were looking for…” He murmurs into the length of your neck, as you kiss the top of his head softly. “Another fucking failure to add to the list…”

“Don’t say that!” You firmly say, placing both your hands on the side of his face to force his eyes to meet yours. You hate the way he looks so broken in that moment. So beaten by the world that all you want to do in that moment is wrap your arms around him and keep him safe from everything and everyone. The assholes who hurt him hurt him good and deep, and if you could, you’d beat them to death yourself. Maybe even with your porn book that’d be a right sight you must admit… “You are fucking amazing! You’re my favourite person in the whole world and I will not have you bring yourself down! Do you understand me Billy Washington?”

He gulps, and for a second you swear you can see tears build up in his eyes before they’re quickly blinked away.

“I-I underhand darling. Thank you, for being there for me. For everything.” He says, before bringing you in for a hug. Practically crushing you with how hard his arms lock around your waist and his head stays tucked in the skin of your neck.

The two of you stay there for what feels like hours. Holding each other while the time goes by. The only reason the two of you even break away from each other is because your phone rings so loudly all of a sudden and shocks the two of you into remembering the situation at hand. You quickly move to switch your phone on silent, and yet your eyes somehow manage to drift to the book peeking out from behind a sofa cushion, and an idea makes it way through your mind.

“Hey Billy…” You begin, smirking when you see Billy’s usual shy persona breaking through his shell once more when he sees that smile of yours. “I wanna try something tonight…”

“What is it?” He asks, raising a brow and stepping back slightly when he sees the grin on your face.

“Just something I read recently. Wanna see how you’ll like it…” You purr, placing your hands on his shoulders and dragging him to the edge of the sofa, before pushing him slightly so he falls backwards with a small gasp. His eyes open wide as they stare at you with such awe and admiration that you can’t help but find yourself blushing slightly.

You slowly lower yourself between Billy’s legs, which seem to open as wide as they can automatically, and with innocent fluttering eyes, lay your head on the side on his leg.

“Can I please suck your cock sir?” You beg, a pout on your lips to mimic pure desperation as Billy practically seems to have a heart attack above you. He appears breathless as you spring this sudden fantasy upon him, and yet by the way you can see and feel his trousers move and strain with his quickly swelling cock, you can tell with certainty that he definitely seems to be enjoying this.

“Yes…” He eventually murmurs with a heavy breath. “You can suck my cock….”

“Thank you sir, I promise I won’t let you down!” You smile, moving your hands to undo his belt and shimmy down his trousers and his underwear. When Billy is left sitting naked before you, as he’d claimed to feel silly if he was sitting in just his shirt, you can’t even stop yourself from admiring your boyfriends erect cock that stands proudly before your face.

“Such a pretty cock sir…” You murmur, before opening your mouth and taking it in your mouth as far as you can before your nose hits the small soft patch of hair lying at the base of Billy’s cock.

You can hear him keen and whine above you, and you’re very sad you can’t see the way his eyes no doubt roll to the back of his head. You slowly move your head back and forth, keeping a steady pace that leaves Billy practically shaking and whining above you.

“Please….” You hear him beg. A noise you love more than anything, and yet at this moment it’s not what you want. You want him to feel in control for once. To know how much you worship him and adore him. To know that he has the ability to make you become so needy and desperate for him that you’ll do anything to please him. That is, with the right words of course.

“Please darling!” He continues, his whimpering so delightful to your ears that you almost throw your plan out the window so you could give him as many earth shattering orgasms as he deserves. But patience is a virtue, so you continue to suck at Billy’s cock in a leisurely pace. Drawing all sorts of noises from him that leaves your own lower half aching for a release.

“Take control of me Billy…” You eventually say, admittedly growing tired of the lack of communication between the both of you. “Take hold of me and do whatever you want to me sir…”

It seems your words finally made it into his pretty little head. Since as soon as you try and go back to putting your mouth on him after saying those words to him, you feel a strong hand wrap itself between the strands of your hair, atopping you from getting anymore closer to his cock than what you already are. It makes your pussy admittedly wetter as you’re now effectively eye level with Billy’s weeping member, and yet am unable to touch it at all. Forced to stare at it while it weeps a single drop his precum and watch while it trails down his erection. It’s absolute fucking torture.

“Please sir!” You find yourself begging, an actual pout on your lips as desperation claws up your whole body. “I wanna make you feel good sir! Wanna warm your cock in my mouth and feel your cum trickling down my throat!”

You can feel the grip his hands have on your hair tighten, and before you know it, Billy’s cock is hitting the back of your throat and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as your used like a pathetic fuck toy. You let your body go limp as you allow Billy to use you however he decides, yet he doesn’t seem to exactly have that part figured out yet, as he focuses on moaning and groaning about you like a porn star while he uses you to his current hearts content.

For a while, you almost find yourself unable to breathe. Gasping for air whenever the opportunity appeared. Yet still, you persist in your willingness, eager to see the usually so submissive man in front of you break.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” He groans, moaning as he further tightens his grip on you and forces you to work harder and faster on his cock. You moan wantonly and work your tongue harder as you feel his tip become drenched in a delicious mixture of both your spit and his precum, and feel his entire length throb under the weight of your efforts. It’s actually quite flattering really, seeing how fast he’s about to cum from your suggestions.

“Fuuuuuuck please swallow baby please please please!” He whines, that inner submissive of his still lingering as he holds your head down firmly on his cock while you feel his cum shoot down to the back of your throat, and practically choke you with how much you feel quickly filling your mouth. You cough slightly as you try and obey Billy by swallowing what you can, yet you can’t help but have a few drops of his essence flow down your cheek as you struggle swallowing the first few drops.

“Here you go baby…” Billy murmurs, using his fingers to pick up the stray dribbles and put them in front of your lips. Admittedly you feel quite bashful as you avoid his eyes while sucking the remaining taste of him off his fingers, but as soon as you finish, those same now spit covered fingers rest under your chin and force your head up so your eyes can meet.

A silent gasp releases under your breath as you see an uncharacteristic carefree yet somehow cocky smile on Billy’s face. That submissive man you saw not even five minutes ago gone as this new, changed man sits before you. Like some sort of strange sexual butterfly.

“You were a good girl for me.” He simply says, allowing you to bask in the feeling of his dominance that makes your legs weak at the knees. “And good girls if I’m right, get rewarded. You taught me that pretty girl. So please, get naked, and get on the bed for me arse up, so I can reward you for being so good for me.”

Fuck you’ve made a monster. A sexy one yes, but still a sexually dominant monster.

You do as Billy says to a T. Stripping yourself quickly so that your clothes are all over the bedroom floor, and placing your body on the bed in Billy’s desired position. You wait with bated breath for what feels like hours while your skin erupts in a multitude of goosebumps, and you swear you nearly jump out of your skin when you feel Billy’s warm skin suddenly against yours. You feel his half hard cock rubbing almost pitifully against your arse, and you realise with a very sick thrill that you can actually feel him getting harder the more your juices seem to coat him.

It seems though you were so caught up in your thoughts, that you miss the sounds of Billy’s own clumsy movements of stripping.

“So pretty…” He groans. A beautiful sound that leaves you wanting more more and more. How greedy of you… “You want to be fucked by me don’t you? By your boss?”

“Yes sir!” You whine, your head going dull as you stay focused only Billy’s body and nothing else. On the way he makes you feel so effortlessly, and without meaning. “Want you to make me yours! Want me to make sure everyone knows I only belong to you!”

You can hear Billy deeply grunt behind you, and with a gasp you don’t even at first realise belong to you, you feel Billy thrust his cock deep inside you. An intense feeling of fullness hitting you as you close your eyes and grip your hands desperately at the sheets in an attempt to ground yourself.

He gratefully allows you to get used to the sudden intrusion, but before you know it, Billy is quickly thrusting himself quickly in and out of you while you moan and keen for more beneath him. Your eyes screwing shut as your lower belly slowly tightens harder and harder.

“So good!” He groans, unexpectedly yet cautiously smacking your backside with his palm that causes an absolute pathetic sound to leave your lips. “My sweet little slut. All mine to fuck!”

An abundance of yeses comes quickly and brainlessly as you answer Billy’s statement with a high pitched moan. All you want right now is to cum. And by the way you can feel your cunt clenching and fluttering hard around Billy’s cock, you can guess it won’t be long before you do.

“Fuck sir I wanna cum please let me cum for you sir I’ve been so good!” You whine, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream as Billy somehow manages to move himself faster against you. The sound of his skin smacking at such a fast pace against your own to your ears sounding like an erotic symphony.

“Yes… you have been good…” Billy groans. His voice so strained it’s as if he’s struggling with all his strength to say them. “So you’ll continue to be good… by taking my fucking cum in your perfect cunt!”

You take that as your queue, and with a loud unwavering yell, you cum hard around Billy’s cock. Coaxing forth his own orgasm as he clutches hard at your skin and pushes himself as deep as he can to you. Moaning as you focus on the feeling of his hot cum filling you.

You can also feel his pubic hair stimulating your swollen clit, which leaves you silently gasping against the mattress and your aching pussy clenching against Billy’s softening cock.

The two of you stay where you are as you allow each other to breathe and calm down, yet it’s not long before the two of you are cuddling under the bed covers, with Billy’s cock still inside you.

“Did you like that baby?” You can’t help but murmur. Anxious on whether Billy was happy over you pushing him out of his usual comfort zone.

“It was different…” He summarises. You cannot see his face to make any assumptions. Given that your man has gone back to his roots by putting his head in the curve of your neck. “But I liked it. I liked it a lot.”

You may not be able to see it, but even so, your ego swells massively when you realise you can feel Billy’s bashful smile against your skin. It almost makes you want to have your wicked way with him again. That is though, before you realise with a warm feeling chest that Billy has steadily fallen asleep against you. With his softened cock still inside you, and your arms wrapped firmly around his body ensuring his safety.

“Sleep baby…” You murmur, kissing the top of his head with a smile. “You were such a good boy for me baby… we’ll see about rewarding you later….”

You may have imagined it, but you swear you can feel Billy smile against your skin. Yet you push the thought away and instead choose to close your eyes, and allow your own exhaustion to overcome you. You and Billy’s breaths and hearts synching as you hold each other with as much love as a sleeping person could handle.

[paraphwrites]

dbda twilight au. we all know i was gonna write one eventually

crystal palace moves to a small town -port townsend, washington- to get away from her mom, who seems more invested in her art and her new fiancé philip than her ("it's pronounced phil-eep, darling, not philip, like some common american") -- and, more importantly, she needs to get away from her shitty ex, david. port townsend is just as shitty as you'd expect - rain, constantly, and cats, everywhere. her dad, mick, is fine enough, mostly keeps to himself and fishes.

she befriends litty (jessica) and kingham (lauren), who try to "show her the ropes," no matter how many times crystal insists she doesn't actually give a fuck about this school, and will be out of here in 18 months.

and then, she meets the cullens. there's three of them: edwin (edward), niko (alice), monty (jasper), and. their parents, jenny (carlisle) and maxine (esme), are apparently really young -barely thirty- and jenny is the best doctor in the state. and she's- intrigued is an understatement. they're so beautiful it physically hurts, and they're strangely pale. most of all, though, they're keeping to themselves, which naturally means crystal needs to fucking figure out what's up with them. litty says that they're, like, dating each other, even though they're adopted siblings, and that they would never date anyone else, so don't even bother

well, then crystal is assigned to be edwin's lab partner. and he's making this awful face the whole time, like she smells bad or some shit. she tries to confront him about his after class, but he immediately runs off, and disappears for the next two weeks.

when he finally does return, he's a whole other person. hella nice, asking all sorts of questions, but he asks them sort of off. like he isn't used to talking to people. which makes sense, because his family is always sitting at lunch dead silent, with a bag of eggs between them. no wonder he's socialized badly. she tries to shrug him off at first, because crystal palace has fucking pride, but she's really curious about him, and eventually that wins out.

and then he saves her life. and that really does throw a wrench in everything. because there was no fucking way he should have been able to stop a moving car.

so- his skin is cold as ice, and he's got inhumane skin, and he's hella pale- obviously a vampire.

she goes to the beach with litty and kingham and some other people who she doesn't know the names of -- maren something, and a guy who's name is chad or brad or something douchey. she breaks away from them pretty quickly. and then, she meets charles (jacob).

charles is- well, first of all, he's cute. secondly, he's really eager to talk to her. she's pretty sure he has a crush on her, which is validating, and also, like, extremely useful. because charles has an extensive knowledge of local lore. he's really happy to tell her, too. and eventually she gathers that, in fact, there are legends of vampires in port townsend, washington

it escalates pretty quickly, from that. the fucker saves her life, again, and this time, he can't hide it. so, they discuss. in the forest. at night. because crystal is a little stupid sometimes, okay?

eventually, it's figured out. he's a vampire. he lives with his vampire family in a vampire house in the middle of port townsend, washington, and he's been to high school thirty times.

"i could kill you," he says. he tears a tree from the ground to demonstrate.

"you'll get dirt under your nails," crystal replies, unimpressed. "what would the babes think?"

but so now crystal wants to meet his family, or else -- she's tired of hearing about them vaguely watching them from a distance. unsure of how else to proceed, he agrees.

of course, niko immediately is all over her. niko decides they're best friends, now, and that edwin doesn't get to hang out with crystal ever again, because edwin is lame and boring and 102, and she's only 84, so she's the much better choice.

it's eventually revealed that monty and edwin are, in fact, dating, so litty at least got that much right. but niko is very much single.

(crystal knows this because the first time they meet niko says, "hi!! i'm niko!! i'm 84, single, and think you're very cute.")

anyway, everything's going great. crystal practically moves in there. niko loves fashion and using crystal as a barbie doll, and crystal loves watching niko work, laughing and chatting for hours. crystal also gets the joy of insulting edwin's music taste ("debussy? really?") and using monty's tarrot cards to tell edwin that something mysteriously bad was going to happen soon

jenny invites her, one day, to play baseball with them. crystal is kind of apprehensive, at first, because peace and love, but none of them seem particularly athletic. she's pretty sure a strong breeze could knock monty over. but she reluctantly agrees, even though it's raining, because niko wraps her in her pink wool coat, and asks her pretty please, and also, because when she says yes, niko kisses her cheek and smiles like it's christmas.

so, yeah, they play baseball. it's actually fucking insane, because of how strong and fast they are. she watches with maxine, who point-blank refuses to play, and for the first time, ever, she feels at home.

and then, the vampires come. esther and thomas and a red-haired woman who doesn't give her name.

as soon as esther smells crystal, a human, the hunt is on.

it's all a blur, after that. niko and monty take her to arizona, while edwin stays behind to hold off esther, and jenny and maxine spread a fake-scent of crystal elsewhere. it's 48 hours of pure chaos.

and then, someone else kills esther.

a long-haired woman, running around in full nude. it's ruthlessly efficient. thomas and the red-haired woman take one look at her and immediately run the fuck away. edwin murmurs something sounding like "lilith," and then she is gone too, and it's over.

they take her back to washington.

[blueberrymori]

☆warnings: MALE!FTM!reader, he/him pronouns, typical violence, talking about criminal cases, mention of blood, kidnapping, pressure against time.

☆summary: you and Spencer are dating and you haven't told the unit, everyone already knew that there but pretended not to in order to give you the time you needed to tell them.

☆A/N: I don't use Y/N or variants in my fanfics, I always refer to the reader with nicknames or with you/reader.

It was a stressful case for the whole team, the unsub was taking women and men in their fifties, these women and men always had similar characteristics, and they were always locked up for a maximum of seventy-two hours before they turned up dead. When the unsub was finally arrested, he was a Caucasian man in his twenties who took these people to put them in the place of the parents he himself had killed, and when they didn't live up to his expectations, he killed them and discarded them to find another match.

When the jet was returning to Washington you and Spencer were sleeping cuddled up in the jet, the team had noticed this for a while, whenever a case ended you two would be cuddled up in one of the seats of the jet, sometimes sleeping, sometimes Spencer would be reading while playing with his hair as he read, they would see you arriving and leaving in the same car, you would show up in changed sweatshirts. Everyone had already noticed this, but made a silent agreement not to ask and to wait for the moment when the two of you would feel comfortable sharing your relationship with them.

When the jet landed Aaron nudged Spencer's shoulder lightly to wake him up, taking into account that you were wearing headphones, when Spencer opened his eyes a little bewildered a phantom smile appeared on Aaron's face - we're here, the rest of the guys have already gotten off - Aaron said looking at the two of you, when he received Spencer's nod and saw him move to wake you up he started walking out of the jet.

Morgan, who was waiting outside while talking to JJ, saw Aaron leave first and a few minutes later you and Spencer walked out hand in hand, but it looked like Spencer was pulling you and guiding you, he laughed slightly and whispered to JJ.

 - Do you want to bet twenty that they'll tell you about their relationship in less than two weeks? -he asked, waiting for JJ's answer.

- Are you really going to do that? - the blonde asked, looking at Morgan only to receive a nod. -  - Okay, fine, but it’s on you if they get hurt -  JJ said joking a little, squeezing Morgan's hand and turned to see the two of you walk past them to the car.

That night it was Spencer who drove home, he left no room for discussion while he drove, he left the heater on, the car radio was off and there was only the sound of the car engine, Spencer kept his eyes on the road the whole time, when you arrived at the shared apartment Spencer held your hand and kissed it before locking the front door and walking to the shared bedroom, he lay down and pulled you onto the bed.

-Spencer darling, we need to change these clothes -  his tired voice made him hum and kiss his forehead.

- We can do this later, I'm tired and I'm sure you're dandelion-headed too, why don't we just sleep? and worry about it tomorrow -  Spencer said making circles on his back, he kept his eyes closed the whole time he was talking, Spencer felt you move, and the blanket was placed on both of you.

-I've been told you're a genius -  Spencer laughed at your comment and kissed your forehead, pulling you close to him again.

-Yes my prince, I love you, have a good night - Spencer whispered to you.

-Good night my love - a smile appeared on Spencer's face when you returned the affectionate comment.

[l0relaii]

Hi! I saw requests were/are open, and I was hoping you could do a Josh Washington imagine where reader has been in an abusive relationship and she is still scared with whats happened in the past and Josh is helping her through her emotions and just being an amazing boyfriend?? Speaking from personal experiences, this would just mean a lot to me, I feel like Josh would be great in a situation like this. Would also love it if it ended with them making love and he's just so sweet and reassuring during! Thank you so much!

i'm so sorry to hear you went through an abusive relationship darling, i hope you're okay now!! i won't pry and ask you about the extent of the abuse so i'll just throw in some scenarios i found fitting

josh noticed you sometimes flinched when he made a sudden move

he thought it was a bit odd but maybe it was just your reflex 🤷‍♀️

or you'd close your eyes and your breathing would become a bit shaky if his voice got a bit louder, not necessarily is an argument

i think he's pretty much a loud guy in any setting, it's just the way he speaks

then you tell him everything you went through and it all clicks

all the times he saw your eyes filled with tears, or red and puffy after lying to him that you didn't cry, all the times you flinched and winced

it's all making sense now

he suffered alongside you. seeing you like that hurt him too.

knowing the person he loved was in pain was taking a toll on him, he felt so helpless sometimes

all the times you'd turn away his touch he got so sad. why wouldn't you let him hold you? kiss you? make you feel better?

it takes him a bit to understand your reactions and responses

of course he doesn't blame you for any of it, how could he?

that fucker. he'd kill your ex if he could. he's so angry, not at you, but at him for making you feel like this

you didn't deserve that, no one does

he explains to you that nothing that ever happened to you or that any past lover did to you was your fault

when you do get closer to him and let him in he's so happy with your progress.

he's always holding you and praising you for how good you are doing

if you ever have any nightmares he holds you throughout the night caressing your back, bringing you water talking to you about it if you want, even humming you soft tunes so you'll fall back asleep

and the love making is the best. he's so gentle and soft always giving and giving and giving never expecting anything in return

he's kissing every inch of your skin while holding you close to his chest, to his heart, so you'll feel it beat and know that he's there, he's real and he'll stay

he'll always be there for you no matter what

[truth-shifts]

Dr Intro:

🧟‍♂️ The Walking Dead 🧟‍♂️

This WILL contain SPOILERS for:

MAJOR and minor CHARACTER DEATHS (at the bottom of the page in plot changes)

NEGAN’S BACKSTORY (in my backstory)

||*. About me;

Name; Truth Alexander Maree Horrowitz

Birthday; September 18th, 1993

Age; 18

Height; 5’4”

Gender; Female

What I bring to the group;

Resident bullshit detector.

Animals love and trust me. (Good for hunting)

People trust and like me easily. (Even the enemy team)

I’m an amazing scavenger.

Amazing hands on fighting (with and without weapons)

Excellent aim with all kinds of weapons.

I’m hilarious.

I’m a good comforter.

Walker killer extraordinaire.

My Flaws;

I can’t dress an animal to save my life.

I can’t touch a dead animal to save my life.

I don’t think before I act.

I think I’m invincible.

Reckless.

Weapon of choice; Machete

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||*. Backstory;

My parents and I moved from Australia to Washington DC when I was 10.

Negan Smith was my teacher for those 8 years before the outbreak. He became like a father figure to me and since we lived close by he would let me go to his house for solace whenever my parents would act up. We would play video games together, he would read to me until I slept, and Lucille would make my favourite breakfast for us all.

August 7th, 2011, Day 1, I was 17 years old and at Negan’s house when the outbreak started. He kept me and Lucille protected and taught me how to shoot a gun. That same morning, before the dead took over, Hannah, my sister my childhood best friend, went to Atlanta for a market by herself.

On Day 23 of the outbreak, we were run out of the house by a herd of walkers (a murder). Since then Negan, Lucille, my dog Sabbath, and myself were camping in houses and trying to treat Lucille’s cancer. We decided to make our way towards Atlanta in search for Hannah, albeit slowly because of Lucille’s condition.

On Day 33, Day 34, and Day 35 when Negan left to go find more chemotherapy for Lucille, I went out on a run to find food and came back to find Lucille had un-alived herself. I buried her the next day and in the middle of the night, while trying to sleep, a group of men raided the house, my dog Sabbath attacked them and gave me time to get away safely and unscathed, though I could only grab my machete and a bag with little to no survival gear in it.

I decide to keep heading towards Atlanta as that’s the only place both Negan and I know eachother are headed to. It’s our best shot at finding each other again since I don’t know where he went for Lucille’s meds.

On Day 45 I finally get Atlanta in my view, only a few more kilometres to go, but my lack of gun and laughable hunting skills have left me hungry and weak over the past 10 days. I walk on shaky legs at the pace of a snail, the only thing keeping me going is the hope of finding Hannah, Negan, and Sabbath. I stumble and fall to my knees causing a loud noise, which alerts a nearby Hunter. Daryl Dixon.

Despite his gruff exterior, he can’t leave a (now) 18 year old kid out here to die. He brings me back to his camp at the Quarry and the rest is history.

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||*. My Man;

Daryl Norman Dixon | 36 years old | Hunter/Tracker | Weapon of choice: Crossbow | Resident sex appeal nngh

My pet names; Darlin’, trouble, woman, girl, red, wife, gorgeous, babe, Ma’am, sugar, smartass, brains (sarcasm)

“What’re you up to, Trouble” | “Yes Ma’am” | “A+ job on that one, Brains” | “Red! C’mere” | “Watch your tone, Girl” | “Uh uh, keep my Woman outta this”

His pet names; Cowboy, Hawkeye, lover, baby, handsome, tiger, old Man, crossbow, biceps, redneck, Katniss, asshole

“How ya doin’, Cowboy?” | “Nice shot, Hawkeye!” | “Calm down, Old man” | “Hey Biceps! C’mere a sec” | “Every shot huh, Katniss?” | “Whatever, Asshole” | “Easy, Tiger”

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||*. My Darlings;

Hannah Quinn - 18, Andrea Nott - 18, Glenn Rhee - 21

Beth Greene - 16, Maggie Rhee - 20, Rosita Espinosa - 24

Negan Smith - 42 Carol Peletier - 43, Rick Grimes - 36

||*. My Babies;

Sabbath - 2 years when I lose him, 4 years when I find him again

Phantom - 4 months when I find him at the Greene farm

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||*. Outfits;

“If I’m gonna die I’m gonna die serving cunt”

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||*. Plot Changes; HEAVY SPOILERS

Dale DOES NOT die

Merle DOES NOT die

Hershel DOES NOT die

Glenn DOES NOT die

Abraham DOES NOT die

Jesus DOES NOT die

Carl DOES NOT die

Enid DOES NOT die

Henry DOES NOT die

Rosita DOES NOT die

Probably other deaths that I can’t remember atm

Rick DOES NOT go missing

Daryl DOES NOT go to France

Shane has a daughter (Andrea Nott)

Carol and King Ezekiel endgame

Abraham and Rosita endgame

Carl and Enid endgame

Jesus and Aaron endgame

Henry and Lydia endgame

Gabriel scripted out (He scares me I’m sorry 😭)

Debating on wether we go to the Commonwealth or not??

Negan gets imprisoned for less time (1-2 years maybe) then he become part of the town (Because of my connection to him + he isn’t as insane)

Children born after the outbreak started are immune to the wildfire virus. This leads to a cure/Vaccine about 25-30 years into the outbreak. 5-10 years after the cure is made, 99% of all walkers are dead.

Etc..

[e-dubbc11]

Let's hope this little summer sleepover will bring some sun. Could use it 🤣❤️

I hope it's okay I combined from two different lists, but I would absolutely love

And "Can you kiss it better?"

With our dear Rumlow. You write him so good 🥰❤️

Happy summer to you, my dear ⛱️🌊☀️

My darling Lily,

I’m so happy you enjoy the way I write for Rumlow. So I hope you like what I did here because I’m pretty pleased with how this came out ♥️♥️♥️

Beat the Heat

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x F! Reader

Warnings: Some swear words, sexual references but mostly PG-13, fluff, Brock being Brock ie, a grouch, arguing, smooches.

Word Count: 2.7K-ish

Summary: Reader and Brock buy a new home and move in on the hottest day of the summer.

A/N: I’m sorry there’s so much teasing in this one and not actual smexy time, if that’s something you want, don’t hesitate to let me know 🤣🥵

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

He had taken one look at the property and almost put in an offer before even looking at the interior of the large brick ranch-style house. The five-acre lot surrounded by lush greenery, enormous trees, and enchanting walking trails was what sold him. This little sanctuary in Fairfax Station, Virginia offered a rural living space but still let you remain in close proximity to the rapid pulse of Washington, D.C., where you both worked.

He liked the quiet…and you did too.

The canopy of tall trees above tried their best to block out the sun but it still warmed the grass underneath and a symphony of bird songs floated down from the twisted and knotted branches. Your only company and neighbors close by were the diverse assortment of wildlife from families of deer, mischievous foxes, and high flying birds of prey.

It was a combination of serenity and seclusion that was a welcomed sight from busy city life you wanted to get away from. You just didn’t want to live there anymore so this place was perfect.

The hard lines on his face and furrowed brow softened when he noticed how quiet it was, how undisturbed the property was with the exception of the house and the charming fire pit, and his amber colored eyes shined like gold against the sun in the bright blue sky.

A wide smile stretched across your face when you noticed how happy this place made him; you knew it was home even before he told you it was the one.

“You love it already, don’t you handsome.” You stated with a warm smile.

Slightly embarrassed, Brock replied, “I do, doll. I really do. I can’t explain it but—“

You cut him off. “You don’t have to, baby. It’s written all over your face. We probably should look at the inside of the house too though.” You said sarcastically.

The lines around his eyes crinkled when he smiled and the rasp in his voice sounded incredibly sexy when he laughed. At work, Brock tended to be a little on the grouchy side. At SHIELD, he had a tough, high stress job while yours was a little more laid back which is why you were good for him. You taught him how to relax and have a good time and also made him smile and laugh which wasn’t easy to do.

It might be good for you to live away from the city but you’ll have to wait to see if your offer would be accepted.

**********

2 Weeks Later

After a long day at work, you had kicked your shoes off, changed into comfortable clothes, and poured yourself a glass of wine. It was late spring so it was starting to get really warm and your ride home wasn’t exactly comfortable anymore. The exhaust from all the cars, the heat, and humidity all made it harder to breathe so you were happy to be home where the temperature inside was perfect.

The sound of keys jingled outside your apartment door from the hallway. Brock must be home. He walked through the door wearing his leather jacket and holding his motorcycle helmet. His wild dark hair was a mess from wearing the helmet for the ride home; it just made him sexier in your eyes.

Brock walked over to where you were sitting, resting his helmet on the couch, he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to yours. Cupping his cheek, his skin felt warm from being underneath the helmet.

“Warm out there today, huh doll?” He asked rhetorically.

Pulling away from him slightly, you replied, “What did I tell you about putting that helmet on my white couch, Rumlow?”

“And didn’t I tell YOU that maybe a white couch wasn’t the best idea? Hmmm?” He said with a sly smile.

“Oooh…it’s a good thing you’re cute. How was your day, handsome? You didn’t come visit me today; you must have been busy.” You said with narrowed eyes.

Brock eased the jacket off of his shoulders and headed for the kitchen to get a beer like he did every day after a long day at work.

“Ah, I’m sorry sweetheart. I got a phone call from the realtor at lunch, that’s why I couldn’t visit today.” He said.

You aggressively closed your book and set your wine down on the coffee table.

Nervously, you asked, “What did she say, Brock?!!”

He frowned, took a sip of his beer, and sat down next to you.

“I’m sorry to tell you this baby, but…” He paused with a serious look on his face.

Immediately, you felt your stomach drop into your toes and your heart started to beat faster and faster. You were ready to express your disappointment when he finished his sentence.

“Pack your shit, we’re movin’ to Virginia!!” He exclaimed.

Confused and caught off guard, you asked, “Wait, what? They accepted our offer?!!”

“They sure did!” He said.

Brock’s lips collided with yours. Easing you backwards so you were resting against the arm of the couch, he settled himself between your legs, his lips brushed against your cheeks and he parted your lips with his tongue. His thick fingers pressed into the outside of your thigh as he kissed the hollow of your throat.

His stubble tickled your neck and you started to giggle.

“That tickles, baby!” You said, grasping his hair and drawing his head back to meet your gaze. “So when are we moving?!”

“Soon.” He replied. “I do love this place but I can’t wait to get the fuck outta the city, ya know?”

“I know Brock, I know.” You said. “Ooh, it’s gonna be hot outside when we move though, but I don’t really wanna wait, do you?”

“We’ll be fine, sweetheart. Besides, we do have those new water guns we haven’t tested out yet.” He said.

With raised eyebrows, you replied, “Oh you mean the water CANNONS?”

“Yeah those will be fun…and make sure you wear a white t-shirt.” Said Brock with a wink.

All you could do was roll your eyes.

“I’ll try to remember that.” You said, playfully.

**********

Of course you were getting ready to move on the hottest day of the summer so far. You had on a white V-neck t-shirt, cut-off denim shorts, and your hair was piled high on top of your head to keep it off of your neck.

Also and unfortunately, you had been arguing with Brock all morning about things that normally wouldn’t be a big deal but it was already 80 degrees outside and you both were cranky and hot from loading the moving truck.

He became angry with you when you said your dresser was ready to be put in the truck but the drawers were still full of clothes.

“I’ll just take the drawers out when they’re moving it so then all I’ll have to do is put the drawers back in when we get to the house.” You had said.

Brock was angry because he didn’t want the movers to see your underwear drawer. He didn’t say it out loud but you knew that was the reason.

There were two moving trucks. One that you and Brock loaded yourselves to drive over and the other was hired to move the heavy furniture. He became VERY angry when you said you were going to ride with the movers instead of him. You made sure Brock heard you ask them if it was alright.

“Do you guys mind if I ride with you to the new house? My boyfriend is being an ASSHOLE!” You said, curtly.

You could hear Brock growling under his breath at the thought of you riding in a moving truck in between a bunch of sweaty men. The blood in his veins burned like wildfire and his muscles stiffened every time he pictured you smiling at them or laughing with them. You knew it was only a matter of time before he exploded.

When you arrived at the house, you directed the movers to the rooms where you wanted the furniture placed. You could feel Brock staring at you, his mouth twisted with anger, and ready to pounce if one of the movers looked at you in a way he didn’t like.

The midday sun shined through the tops of the trees while a warm breeze rustled the leaves above you. It had to be at least 90 degrees out there even under the towering trees. Beads of sweat dripped down the side of your neck as you tried to cool yourself down with a hand held portable fan.

You and Brock were still not speaking to each other. Every time you were inside of the house, he was doing something outside and vice versa. After the movers had unloaded their truck, they left and you and Brock were there all alone without a buffer between the two of you.

It had already been a long day and while you were looking for the kettle so you could make some tea, you came across the box in the garage that had the water guns in it. A wide smile stretched across your face when you thought about getting Brock back for being a dick all day but you also hated fighting with him.

Even though he could obviously be a big grouch, you loved him and you knew that he loved you too, so what a better way to break the ice and the tension than to spray him with ice cold water.

Brock was resting in one of the Adirondack chairs around the fire pit. He had on his aviator sunglasses and he had taken off his t-shirt so he was just in his undershirt and pants, although you couldn’t tell if his eyes were closed or not.

The defined muscles in his arms were tight like piano wire and suddenly your breath was caught in your throat. His warm tanned skin was a sharp contrast to the tight white undershirt he had on, his legs were kicked out straight in front of him, crossed at the ankles, and his hands were folded across his chest.

It's hard to stay mad at him when he looks that hot just sitting in a chair.

The garden hose was attached to the garage so you could easily fill up the water guns without Brock seeing you and hose water is very COLD water. An evil chuckle escaped your lips as you crept to the side of the garage and started filling up the water guns. He was going to cool off one way or another.

By the way his chest was slowly rising and falling, it looked like Brock was sleeping but you couldn’t be sure. The cold drops of water dripping from the water gun dried immediately on the hot asphalt of the driveway and your body was starting to cool down from running your wrists under the refreshing water.

Brock picked his head up when he saw you walking across the yard toward him but still remained in a relaxed position.

“What are ya doin’ with those, doll? You comin’ to anger me some more ‘cause you did a pretty good job of that already.” He said with bitterness in his voice.

You stopped about five feet from where he was sitting, dropped the second water gun at your feet and replied, “Well one of these is for you if you want it to be. Or you can sulk some more; it’s up to you.”

“You think you’re bein’ cute, but you’re not. Ridin’ in their moving truck all the way down here, think that’s NOT gonna make me crazy?! You like makin’ me jealous like that?” He asked.

You shrugged.

“I dunno, you like bein’ a dick all day? ‘Cause you were!” You said with vigor.

He watched you pump the gun a few times to build up pressure and then you put your finger on the trigger.

“This is such a stupid fight, Brock. Just admit that you were mad because you didn’t want the movers looking in my underwear drawer.” You said sternly.

To anyone walking or driving by, the sight of the two of you arguing in the yard while one of you points a water gun at the other was probably quite comical.

“FINE! FINE!! Yes, I was mad about that! You have sexy underwear, baby. Of course I don’t want them looking at it.” He yelled.

A wide smile stretched across your face and you touched your tongue to your top teeth.

With a slight tilt of your head, you said, “Awwww, you like my sexy underwear, baby?”

Brock hung his head in slight embarrassment and a shy smile. He ran his fingers through his thick brown hair and replied, “You know I do, sweetheart.”

With narrowed eyes and a soft press of your lips, you said, “Well…I guess I can forgive you. But I still think you need to be punished.”

You aimed the water gun at his sunglasses.

Brock made a stop motion with his hand and said, “If you spray me with that water gun, I swear—“

And then pulled the trigger.

“Ahhh!!” He cried out, as the water knocked the glasses off of his face and into his lap.

You started to laugh as you continued to hit him in the face and drench his upper body.

“I regret nothing!!” You said, laughing maniacally.

His sunglasses fell to the ground when he stood up and started to move toward you.

“Well, you better start running!” He said with a devilish smile.

Brock picked up the other water gun and began chasing after you. Freezing cold water hit you directly in the back as it soaked through your white t-shirt.

Although the water was cold, it felt really good against your hot skin. Ducking and weaving, you tried to avoid the stream of water coming from Brock’s gun. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn’t but you were having a lot of fun doing it.

When you finally ran out of water, you surrendered on the porch outside the front door by dropping your gun and put your hands in the air. Brock’s wet undershirt clung tightly to his body and you could see all of his ab muscles through the shirt as droplets of water dripped down his broad shoulders.

Still trying to catch your breath, you said, “You’re all wet, Mr. Rumlow.”

Brock inched closer and you could feel his warm breath on your lashes, the ache between your thighs growing stronger and hungrier for him as he pulled you flush against him. His mouth split into a smile as his eyes speared you like a wild animal on the hunt.

He aggressively kissed the sculpted hollow of your throat, a muffled gasp escaped your lips, and you could feel him through his pants, pressed against your core.

With ease, he unbuttoned your shorts and his fingers disappeared underneath your waistband, touching the wet spot on your panties as he purred in your ear, “So are you, baby.”

A quiet whine fell from your lips as you pulled his face toward yours for a kiss. His lips were cool and wet against yours as he parted them with his tongue, gently pushing against your teeth, wanting desperately to tangle with yours.

Moaning against your lips, he suddenly broke the kiss. “I’m sorry, doll. I acted like a jerk today.”

“I’m sorry too, handsome. You’re not a dick…all the time.” You replied with a smirk. “Will you help me take off these wet clothes? I’ll show you my underwear.” You said with a laugh and a wink.

“Let’s go upstairs, sweetheart.” Said Brock.

He kissed you again and when you pulled away you said shyly, “Oh I think I hurt my knee when I stepped in that divot in the yard.”

“Did you?” He said with a devilish smirk.

“Can you kiss it better?” You asked, batting your eyelashes at him.

Brock leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Ya know I gotta kiss other parts before I get to your knee, right?”

You giggled and replied, “Oh I’m counting on it, baby.”

You loved your new home already.

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mariage de convenance (VI)

pairing: john f. kennedy x oc (dr. helena radcliffe) word count: 2, 439 series synopsis: she’s a doctor, he’s a congressman. she needs money, he has it (his father’s). she’s a caretaker, he’s constantly ill. her name brings social capital, and next to his, it’s perfect. he’d have a politically well-timed marriage, and she’d have financial security. he’d live in washington and she’d stay in new york. both at their jobs. her as a diagnostician and him as a congressman. a marriage of convenience. clinical, without needless emotion or romance. correct? a/n: well, the creativity and writing goddesses have been on my side, and so i bring to you the next part of marriage de covenance. tw: grammar errors, verbal abuse, toxic relationship (not between jack and helena) etc.

Bringing Esther home changed the mood of their home on O Street. What used to be house often in silence, turned overnight into the house of a thousand cries. Esther was a very communicative baby, Helena and Jack picked that up quickly. Helena had opted out of a nanny (even though she had been raised by nannies), wanting to try her hand out in the formative first weeks and months. Did she slightly regret that decision by the end of the first week of all-nighters? A bit. Did she think of ramming her own head against a wall when nothing worked to soothe poor baby Esther? Many times. Did that darling screaming angel quiet down the moment she heard Jack's voice? Every fucking time.

While, Helena had first taken intiative and went against the "let her wear herself out" methodology parenting, practised by her married friends and their parents, and would go and stay with the baby for all hours.

Jack, as the father, was expected to do less. But he also heard the wails of his daughter and noticed how every night, Helena would attend to Esther. And so, by the third week, on some nights, he would join his ladies in the nursery, and watch as if spellbound, any and all ills that had bothered their daughter, faded away and she succumbed to the heavenly land of dreams the moment her father was near.

Such nights were not always possible, for as time showed, Jack's health was not exactly improving or on an upward trend. Many times, just getting out of bed was a struggle that he would try in vain to hide from Helena. He needed crutches more to move around. It was very frustrating for him, especially when menial tasks, like pulling his socks on, became a challenge.

In moments of tension, where his annoyance at his situation was edging on irritation, Helena would silently, without him asking or her offering, help him. Kneel at his feet an tie his Oxfords or let him lean on her as he got out of bed or when they were walking in public holding some of his things while he walked with crutches. He would protest, but she would not take no for an answer and rarely made a later comment about any little moment. His own Florence Nightengale. Well, she was a healer, a doctor. But he remembered she had made self-effacing jibbes about her lack of bedside manner at work. He hadn't thought much of them, since they were meant to put down her capabilty which she had in spades.

And now, he had seen her in practise, and he would disagree vehemently that she was a bad caretaker. Quite the opposite. Sure, she wasn't attentive in a mothering sense (although now a mother) or very gentle. But she had a sort of…second sense for when he (he wouldn't admit it, even with a gun to his head) needed some help or support.

–

Jack noticed Helena change the moment she learned her mother would be visiting them in Washington. His mother-in-law, who'd abstained from contact to the couple, sequestered herself in New York for almost 12 months out of the year. And now, she would be staying with them on O Street for three days. Helena's obvious anxiety over this was clear as day. For that reason, Jack also wasn't looking forward for the inevitable guest in their house. Though he hadn't ever exactly taken the time to get to know his mother-in-law, from her behaviour toward Helena (the little he had seen had been enough) and her part in their marriage, he didn't exactly have her on a pedestal or in any high regard.

Amanda Radcliffe was a woman in her fifties, and hiding it badly. Too much make up and her obviously graying blonde hair smelling strongly of product. She treated Helena like a lakey in her own house. While she was polite to Jack, she was poisonous to her own daughter.

–

Dinner was nothing short of awkward. Adeline had made a wonderful meal and had gone home. The moment everyone had served themselves, Amanda began to pluck apart parts of the dish (though not just that) that she didn't like.

"This chicken's rather dry isn't it?" "The wine's a bit punchy." "Helena, your portion is a bit big, is it not?" "You know, I could recommend an designer to brighten up this drab room a bit."

And when Esther made her presence known upstairs (the door open between the nursery and the hallway, so her parents could hear her best), Jack made the move to see to her, Amanda gently put her hand on his arm.

"Now, where are you rushing off to? She won't be very disciplined if your always on her beck and call. Also, I'm sure Helena knows what she needs."

"Uh, actually-" Jack went to explain their situation, but his mother-in-law insisted on giving more than her two cents on the topic. Esther's cries did not quiet, the less than three month old having a strong pair of lungs.

"Helena, now why are you making your husband go to your daughter, as if her wetnurse? What would such a thing accomplish, men know so little about what to do with a baby."

Helena's hands clenched around her knife and fork as she listen to two generations both combating for her attention. The past (her mother) and the future (her Esther). "Mother, I don't think such…such dated attitudes are appropriate-" She managed to say.

"You don't have to use your psycho-babbel on me. I don't need your diagnosis." The older woman's hand was still on Jack's arm, it obviously, from his clenched expression, made his skin crawl.

"I'm not trying to - Mother, let Jack go, he's better with Esther." Helena's voice was slightly strained as she felt her mother's venemous glare. How could eyes so similar to her own, be so full of hate?

"Better? How come? Did he carry her for nine months?" Despite releasing Jack's arm, her verbal daggers still struck at any and all present.

Helena hastily made eyes at Jack, to take his chance and go to their daughter, as her mother's cuts kept on coming.

"No. But Jack and Esther have been close from the start. It's very natural-"

"On the contrary, it's very unnatural-"

"It was like that with Daddy and me, wasn't it?"

"Your father was a strange man." Helena couldn't hide her look of bewilderment at her mother using such words to describe her father. "He had these strange dreams for you after your brother died, he didn't even think that we should've tried for another boy. No, instead, he thought a girl like you, although not much to look at even as my daughter, should be the next doctor in our family. He wouldn't listen to reason when I told him no one would want to marry you. And I was right. No one did. I had to fix his mistakes and have you settled and still… you insist on being unconventional. I expected you to bend into the mold you have set in life." Her chemical curls whipping from side to side as she moved her head in disappointment.

Helena couldn't look that woman in the eye, instead eyeing her plate, hands still holding her cutlery with an iron grip, her knuckles bone white. "How… how can you say such things? I'm your… Mother, I'm your child."

"Not my only one." She replied, though not really listening to her (had she ever?). "You're forgetting Cal."

"Yes, but your only living one. And you act like he was a Saint and like I am a demon. Don't you love me?" Her eyes had begun to burn, and her throat felt dry. She managed to lift her eyes to meet ones so achingly alike hers. But so… cold, cruel and unkind.

"Your father loved you enough for the both of us, he wanted a daughter. I was fine with my darling Cal."

That was all Helena needed to hear. She wasn't wanted. She hadn't been wanted. She swallowed back any bile stuck in her throat and kept all tears from falling. Her voice was sturdier, though so clearly broken:

"Mother… like it or not, we only have each other now. And you are still my mother and I will always be your daughter. But I can't… I can't have you bring your… hurtfulness into my home-"

"You know, you're a sad creature, Helena." Her mother's consistency in not letting people finish their sentences was admirable in a twisted way. "You ask me if I love you, when you know… no one does."

Helena couldn't believe her ears. The woman, her mother, had just said it clearly. No nuance. Just… said it. A blanket of silence fell. Esther was no longer crying upstairs, good. Helena shook her head. "Yes, there are-"

"Who? Who alive? Not your husband or his family, not those doctor friends of yours, though I can't speak for them. But, Helena, you are far from a person worth knowing. Look at you. Nothing remarkable. Your hair is so frizzy, your teeth aren't in line, your posture is not close to being straight and you are not warm or pleasing person-" Because you made me this way, Helena was about to say when Jack's timbre cut in.

"Now, Mrs. Radcliffe, I think that's enough from you." Helena hadn't noticed his return or that he was standing behind her chair, one hand grasping at the dark wood back (probably to lean on and steady himself). "You will not be speaking that way towards my wife anymore." Her mother looked to want to rebute, but her mouth closed, though Helena dared not move her eyes to see for what reason. "She's put up with more than enough of your words for a lifetime, and if you wish to continue to stay with us and see her daughter, then you will act accordingly."

"But I was only just-"

"Insulting her?" Jack raised a brow. "You're not as quiet as you think, Mrs. Radcliffe."

"Oh, I…I wasn't…I didn't mean to… Helly knows that I didn't mean any-" The nickname was poison from her mouth and Helena couldn't help it when she flinched at hearing it used.

"Don't call me that." Helena bit out through clenched teeth. Having Jack near, was… comforting. It gave her some confidence. "And… I think, it's for the better, Mother, if you go back to New York sooner, rather than later." Rising from her chair and breaking eye contact with her mother, and looking at Jack, mouthing "thank you". Picking up the dishes. "We're done here, right?"

Jack nodded. "Yes, we are. Right, Mrs. Radcliffe?"

The older woman was still somewhat stunned at the tables being turned on her, managed only a shaky nod, her eyes still held hatred, though it was probably too late for that to leave her gaze.

Helena cleared the table and went to wash the dishes in the kitchen, even if her hands still slightly shook from the brutal encounter with her mother.

Helena sat on the edge of the bed looking down at her feet, toenails painted a faint rose pink, dressed for bed in a light blue pajama shirt and bottoms. Her hair in blue foam curlers and her face clear of any makeup, only a touch of Nivea cream lightly moisturising her skin. Her hands clutched the bed sheets, grip tighter than she noticed.

"Hey, Doc… Helena, everything all right?" Jack's voice sounded tender, still a bit foreign for her ears. He was laying in bed, under the covers, with a book in his lap, and glasses on his nose.

"Hmm?" Her head whipped around to him. "Oh… I'm terrific." Though her tone didn't match the cheery word.

"Don't listen to that woman."

"Jack, darling, do you think I've not tried that?" Her eyes were dull and voice sardonic."As if it has never occured to me 'Oh, golly-gee, my mother has just called me utterly worthless. I guess I'll just no longer listent to a word she says.'"

She saw him shrink at her words, understanding his mistep. He stumbled, eyes breaking away from her grey irises: "I…"

Helena sighed and flopped onto her back, staring at the ceiling, not waiting for his reply. "I'm quite sure the only reason I survived in that house was because of Dad." Voice so low, anyone listening would have had to strain their ears to pick up what was said. "Even with Cal. He was the golden child, as you know. I was the devil, to my mother, Cal was her pet and I was the snake in the garden. Only Dad saw me as an 'angel'." Her voice grew soft as she uttered 'angel', twisting her fingers and sitting up again to climb under the covers. She felt Jack's eyes on her, a subtle burning sensation from his gaze. Turning her head again to find his green irises looking determined.

"Helena, you know, none of those things she said was true. I know I didn't hear all of it. But none of it's true. I…people do… do love you. Come on, Doc, my siblings adore you, and your friends, Janet. Your father did, too, I'm sure. Our Esther loves you- I… Helena, there are people who care about you. All right? There's no use in putting yourself down for the words of that viper." Grey and green kept contact for a beat, then two.

Helena was the one to break the moment, muttering a gentle: "Thank you."

Jack nodded his head and opened his book, fixing his glasses, and began reading. Helena pulled out the New England Journal of Medicine and joined her husband in the late night activity. Not before stealing a last glance at his side profile. Though his features were more tired, sullen and sunken, he did look handsome, with the line above his brow and focus in his eyes, the curve of his nose. He'd protected her tonight, and she could never adequietly thank him for that. Not many knew the depths of her mother's venom (Jack had only scratched the surface), not the seedy underbelly of her childhood. But some things were meant to be submerged, until the next wave brought them to the surface, she guessed, since Jack had now seen a part of her life she'd kept away from. Would she ever witness any parts he kept hidden? Would that matter?

… Jack, what if I love you? Is that awfully naive?

(the end…for now)

[toomanytookas]

One of our patrons swears this little fella escaped from your pocket as you left the coffee house this week.

We're named him Mortimer and he's living with Marcus for now, but you'll want to reclaim him before they move off to Washington to start a new life.

Firstly, Megan, how on Earth did you guess his name? Did he talk to you? I can never get him to speak!!!

I think what unfortunately has happened is that I have spent far too much time reading meet cutes with my screen within Mortimer’s eyeshot and he’s endeavoured to make one happen, that silly romantic fuzzball.

You know the kind…

Character A — we’ll call him Marcus (of course no relation to this Marcus we’re just using the name because it’s cute 👀) —finds character B’s beloved pet ambling about his place of work. He gets no response to his FOUND: WITCHY HAMSTER NAMED MORTIMER posters (suddenly it is absolutely impossible to suggest this is a generic plot description…). Out of the goodness of his heart, Marcus invites Morty to live with him, starts to really feel like the darling fluff is a deeply wonderful and important part of his life and happiness…

But wait! Just as it seems that everything has settled into a new routine, B and Marcus meet! Perhaps B’s returned for another fantastic piloncillo latte at this fine establishment of yours and spots Morty riding around in Marcus’s apron (somehow it’s been cleared for health code purposes). There are reunion tears, human bonding over shared love of that silly hamster, a bit of flirting, and then before you know it it’s been hours, the cafe’s cleared out, and all that’s left is for Mortimer’s two favorite people in this whole wide world to take the next step that will mean his adventures in real world matchmaking were a smashing success.

Oh, Marcus, of course we can make arrangements so Mortimer can get to see you as often as you’d like. He’ll miss you ever so much. You’d be welcome to visit our soft, squeaky friend anytime. Day or night. Would you believe it, my bed is also soft and squeaky… perhaps you might like to make its acquaintance? I also have some incredibly wonderful snacks, do you think you’d like to come over and stuff them into your cheeks after we take a never ending run on a spinning disk or perhaps share a drink from that giant bottle on the wall with the metal straw in it?

Okay, maybe the hamster is also adding a bit of his own understanding of what dating looks like at the end there… but I’ve gotta admit the rest of it sounds pretty dang cute. DC, you say? I do hear it’s quite a lovely city…

[puckpocketed]

byfield shoutout on pdocast ep from march 14th!!! players that have been thriving to keep an eye on down the stretch!

HELLO!! I listened to it the other day finallyyy getting around to a transcript. He's so good. He's gonna be SO good, I just feel it.

I did a highlight reel of his game vs Washington - the game they talk about here - sooo much of it was him tracking back, being defensively responsible, doing WORK on the penalty kill. He's really come into his own as a center this season.

Once Jim Hiller figures out we need to explode the power play units (28th in the league. HELP) I imagine Byfield will get time on pp1. He scored the overtime winner just hours ago. A true all-situations, 200-foot player. AND an absolute darling!!!

Transcript under the cut!

Players That Have Been Thriving To Keep an Eye on Down the Stretch, The Hockey PDOcast (link)

21:43 - 26:05

[START TRANSCRIPT]

DIMITRI FILIPOVIC: Alright next guy on my list here, I got one final one before we go to break. Let's do Quinton Byfield. So I think last time you and I chatted, we talked about the Kings within the context of Kevin Fiala, specifically.

Now, Byfield has been playing with Fiala and that and that duo has been awesome. We saw a little glimpse for a couple games with Adrian Kempe on that line, and they were unbelievable. More recently, we've seen them with Alex Laferriere.

175 5-on-5 minutes for those three, they're up 11-3, 62% of the shots, 62% of the expected goals. Now, Byfield started the year super quiet, right? And I think it was incredibly disappointing based on what he did last year.

He only had 3 goals in his first 30 games; 13 goals, 25 points in 35 games since then; since the start of February, 16 points in 15 games, has a goal in five straight.

And you watch a lot of those goals, but especially what sticks out to me is the overtime winner last weekend against the Blues and just what a weapon his shot is when he uses it.

It's got incredible velocity, able to pick his corners. It's a legit threat, it's not one of these sort of muffins, or kind of tap-in goals. Like, he's getting full marks for the goals he's scoring, and I think that makes it kind of disappointing, or tantalizing, that he shoots as infrequently as he does.

For whatever reason, just unwilling to just fully unleash it, prefers to be a bit more of a playmaker, especially with playing with Fiala. Makes sense because Fiala is often the trigger man and much more confident in that role.

But, given the success, I think there's hope, especially since this guy is only 22 years old. And it feels like we've been so rushed or critical in determining what he's going to be as a player, whether he's going to live up to the hype.

The way he's played recently has been awesome. That trio just destroyed the Capitals on Thursday night in an impressive 3-nothing home win, and so if he keeps this up, it genuinely changes the outlook for the Kings, in my opinion. It gives them a bonafide top scoring line.

And I just wanna keep seeming him shoot more and more, because it's always a treat to see it, and it's obviously been wilidly effective here recently.

CHRIS MEANEY: I couldn't believe the trade rumours surrounding him, and you never know what's real and what's not...

DF: Yeah, I never bought that for a second, that would have been crazy! [they speak over each other some]

CM: It's like, there's no way the Kings move off from this guy! And you're right, a slow start, y'know, but he played on the win last year, for the most part, with Kempe and Kopitar. And he's a natural center, so maybe just...

Of course as a young player, it takes a little bit of time to adjust. I mean, it's an important position, especially in your own end, defensively. And yeah, I saw what you saw, he was willing to feed Kevin Fiala. We did talk about Fiala and all the shot attempts he's had.

But yeah 11 assists in 8 games in February, where he averaged over 20 minutes per game. And now here in March, he doesn't have an assist, he's got the five goals you alluded to through the seven games, so evening out a little bit - great call by you.

The Kings, too, we have a cheat sheet scheduled the rest of the way, looking at fantasy hockey playoffs, the Kings have a lot of home games remaining. They are a strong home team. That was an impressive win, as you mentioned, against the Washington Capitals.

So yeah, Quinton Byfield and Fiala's [owned] (?), but Byfield is actually still out there in some of the shallower leagues out there, 18, 10 team leagues, and I just think it's a no-brainer to roster this guy.

DF: Well, we were talking about Cozens' kind of motivation or incentive to play your hardest down the stretch, something we may take for granted. I feel like, especially as we get to these final 10, 15 games of the season, I think the incentives are there for a lot of young guys regardless of their team's level, because they're just, like, they're looking to get more reps and build off of the development they've had within the season.

Some guys might start getting shut down or having their minutes limited, or they're banged up at this point and aren't going to be themselves. This King's team has an incredible amount of incentive the rest of the way.

They're one point up on the Oilers now for second in the Pacific, so if they are gonna play them for a fourth straight year, I feel like having home ice would be incredibly important considering they're 22-3-4 at home, with a +36 goal differential, which is by far the best in the league. And, as you mentioned, 12 of the final 18 regular season games at home gives them an opportunity to keep building on that.

So just talking about, sort of, favourable environments and guys set up to succeed, it feels like the way they've been playing, with a lot of these games at home that are incredibly important for them, I imagine we'll see the best of what they have to offer.

And yeah, for Byfield and Fiala, that's continuing to do what they do. I mean, so much speed, so dynamic together. And if it involves Byfield shooting a little bit more, then that's just gravy, so I love watching those guys play.

[END TRANSCRIPT]

I've said it before but it feels like this season the Kings took a massive gamble on bringing up a bunch of the kids they developed and giving them expanded roles. I was looking at everything during offseason and thinking we were going to regress, and I would have to be okay with that.

Like, checking back at the projected roster, the plans to change their systems, the fairly tame offseason acquisitions (depth players, and Foegele who NO ONE expected to be having this kind of year with us), making Byfield play center full time in the NHL (learning on the job), giving Laferriere, Spence, and Turcotte all this time and opportunity... I was happy for them, but it still feels like a miracle we're here. Everything that could've gone right went right, barring that injury in preseason - but even then the kids filled in spectacularly!! <- YOUTH MOVEMENT!!!!

Loved listening to this. And I'm sooo happy to see people recognising Q <33 special, special player!!! myyy basket of fresh linensss.........