#he was ok if we were ok. what was going on in his head. he said some ive just been with my buddies and family and havent been on my phone

[asksonicverse]

[ Creator Special! ]

Heya! Another creator special for you guys :)

So for this one, I don’t know really. I have so many ideas for different Sonic AU’s and comics I want to do but I don’t want to burn myself out even if I have the urge to DRAW DRAW DRAW (cough cough check out my other Sonic art over on @verizzafai )

I am soo grateful for all the support on this blog and I want to provide for yall for awhile. So it won’t wrap up too soon, but I don’t see this particular ask blog lasting more than a year :) (especially with how fast I pump these out)

And thank you 💞

Ok here’s my height head canons! (just taller and shorter, not specific to eachother btw)

Wanting to address both of these in the same comment.

Of course!!! You are very welcome to start your own ask blog, if you base it directly after mine I’d atleast put a credit somewhere, but if it’s just the idea of “stick them in a room” then you never even have to ask! Also link me when you do… I would love to see it… hehe!

I am very aware of @askssgenerations and their work, while similar in concept, is different to mine! From what they’ve shown/teased their story is going to be very different from mine and I encourage you to check them out if you want more Ask Blog shenanigans. They even were very kind to give me credits for the similarities in our blogs.

I also sort of addressed this in one of my anecdotes at the bottom of my posts but I want to say it again here. Anyone is welcome to do this idea, it’s not a super unique one, you know? Stick a bunch of dudes in a room and make them interact. We love those!!! So go ahead! Create away.

Please remember to be kind :)

It’s mostly just the fact that they’re knight and king… not super professional for a KING to be in love with a knight, even a high ranking one such as Lancelot.

They’re figuring it out :’)

No, paradox is the only one who knows and he’s going to keep his mouth SHUT! (To everyone else that is, even Prism.)

He’s not as put off by them because Lance and Arthur aren’t “Sonic and Shadow” like the others, so If/when the others find out, they can sorta excuse it.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed this one!

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[crushpunky]

drew and actress!reader do the wired autocomplete interview

masterlist | actress!reader masterlist

takes place aug 2021 after OBX2. based on this ask :)

“Hi, I’m Drew Starkey.” Drew greeted the camera.

“And I’m Y/n Y/ln.” Y/n smiled.

“And this is our Wired Autocomplete Interview!” The two of them said in unison. Drew threw his hands up, shaking them dramatically in a way that made y/n giggle before joining in. The two of them collapsed into each other before straightening up as the producers handed Drew one of the iconic white poster boards.

“Ok let’s get right into it,” Drew said as he adjusted the board in his hands. Y/n looked over at him, her eyes glittering with admiration as his fingers moved to peel one of the pieces of tape away, revealing the first question.

“How did Y/n Y/ln get into acting?” Drew asked, before turning to look over at y/n. Y/n smoothed her hands down her jeans, exhaling as she thought back to the early days of her acting career.

“In high school I sort of dabbled in theatre, but it wasn’t anything too intense.” Y/n said. “Then, once I graduated college, I was just desperately looking for something I was passionate about and I came back to acting and just went all in with it… and now I’m here.”

“Hell yeah,” Drew grinned before diving into the next question. “How did Y/n Y/ln and Madelyn Cline meet?”

“Well,” Y/n giggled, “we met when we were both auditioning for the role of Sarah and just instantly clicked.”

“What?” Drew asked, his voice full of surprise. “Why did I not know that?”

“I don’t know! I mean, you auditioned for John B so maybe in another universe we’ve got a very different show.” Y/n said, Drew letting out a low chuckle as he shook his head. He continued on with a laugh, going through y/n’s first board of questions before finishing it as he tossed the board off camera.

Y/n took a board from one of the producers, giggling excitedly as she began to read off Drew’s first question.

“Does Drew Starkey…” Y/n peeled off the sticker, “have siblings?”

“Yes, I have two sisters and a brother.” Drew said.

“The oldest.” Y/n added, Drew nodding along as he stretched his arms above his head. The hem of his sweater rode up slightly, revealing a sliver of his tanned stomach before he sank back into his seat.

“Does Drew Starkey have social media?” Y/n read off the next question before turning to Drew with a knowing look. Drew let out a low laugh, scratching the back of his head comedically.

“I do,” Drew said, “I am just… so bad at it I barely use it.”

“How can you be ‘bad’ at social media?” Y/n teased, resting her hands atop the board.

“I just don’t know how to use it!” Drew laughed. “I don’t know what to post or comment, and even if I did, I’d probably do something wrong.”

“Just post a picture of yourself… I’m sure people would love it.” Y/n said with a quirk of her brow before continuing on to the next questions, leaving Drew a blushing mess as he finished out his first board of questions.

“Oh these questions look interesting…” Drew sang as he took y/n’s second board of questions.

“Y/n Y/ln…” Drew peeled off the sticker, “dog!”

Y/n squealed excitedly, Drew joining in with a high pitched impression of her. She playfully shoved at his shoulder before settling back into her seat with an exaggerated sigh.

“Yes I do have a dog.” Y/n smiled. “His name is Charleston and he is… just the bestest boy in the whole entire world. I love him to bits.”

“A handful, but the best.” Drew grinned, y/n eyes meeting his as the two of them looked at each other delicately.

“He’s just a lil’ baby, he’s still learning.” Y/n said sweetly, batting her eyes at Drew. A grin spread across Drew’s face as he shook his head lightly before continuing on to the next question.

“Y/n Y/ln…” Drew peeled off the sticker, his eyebrows raising as the rest of the question was revealed, “single.”

Y/n turned to the camera, looking into it as she tried to hide the smile that was threatening to creep across her face. Drew adjusted his stance, turning completely to look at y/n as he dramatically rested his head in his hands atop the question board.

“I, um, am not single.” Y/n said, letting out a bit of a laugh as she looked over at Drew whose mouth dropped in faux shock. “I do have a boyfriend.”

“Sounds like a very lucky guy.” Drew smirked, the camera focusing in on the way his eyes gazed at y/n lovingly.

“Yeah… he’s pretty great.” Y/n said with a grin before reaching out to push a stray piece of Drew’s hair back. Sparing one last flushed look at eachother, the two of them turned back to the task at hand and continued with their next rounds of questions. They bounced back and forth, laughing at the wide range of questions asked about them and their characters, until they finally got to the last round.

“Oh no! This is so sad.” Y/n said, frowning dramatically as Drew looked down at the last question on the board.

“Outer Banks…” Drew said with a deep breath as he read the board, “Scary.”

“Outer Banks scary.” Y/n repeated.

“I’m guessing it’s, ‘Outer Banks scary’ question mark?” Drew clarified, emphasizing the question as he spoke.

“Well,” y/n chewed her lip as she spoke, “it’s a little scary, but I don’t think I’d say it’s like a scary show. Like it’s definitely not a horror or anything like that.”

“What part is scary?” Drew said with a furrow of his brow.

“You!” Y/n laughed, causing Drew to scoff before tossing the board aside with a teasing chuckle.

“Really? You think I’m scary?” Drew said, crossing his arms across his chest as he cocked his head to look at y/n.

“No, of course not…” Y/n said. “I mean, a little bit sometimes—”

“What?!” Drew said, his jaw dropping as he let out a scoff.

“In the show, in the show! As Rafe, not Drew.” Y/n clarified, resting a hand on Drew’s bicep. He relaxed, letting out a sigh of relief.

“A’ight, a’ight, that’s fair.” Drew said before uncrossing his arms and wrapping an arm around y/n’s shoulders, bringing her into his side with a playful shake.

“Thank you for having us and thank you for letting us answer your most asked questions!” Y/n said, resting her head on Drew’s shoulder as the two of them waved goodbye to the camera.

[rafesbuzzcutseason]

chasing city lights

chapter 16 - did i mean nothing?

synopsis: you move to new york to start fresh, hoping to find comfort in the city’s atmosphere. that’s when you meet sarah cameron, where she takes you to a concert and you catch sight of the lead band member, rafe cameron. it only takes a moment for you to realize you’re captivated by him. as sarah helps you navigate your new life in the city, you start to get pulled deeper into rafe's world—the music, the fame, the chaos. the more you get to know him, the more you realise that rafe is not just the rock star he seems to be. he’s wrestling with his own demons, and the last thing he needs is someone like you getting close.

masterlist

cw: language, angst

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the cold night air hit your tear streaked face as sarah, cleo and kie led you out the club.

"hey it's okay, you don't need to stay and watch that bullshit. what a great fucking friend cara is." sarah spoke.

"i didn't like her as soon as i met her" cleo mentioned.

"not right now cleo." kie shushed her. "look, it was all from her side right? rafe wasn't doing anything or initiating anything back so everything is ok i promise." she said, wiping your tears.

"i know you're right" you agreed, "i just can't believe she would do this. i don't understand."

"she's a cunt is what she is." sarah firmly said, earning a small smile from you. "i'm sending her home first thing tomorrow. i'll pay for her flight."

"no sarah stop."

"i'm serious, don't want her anywhere near you or us or him."

"oh fuck." cleo said, panic overtaking her face.

"what?" you mumbled, your heart racing at her distress.

"i am so sorry y/n," cleo whispered.

"cleo." your stomach dropping, "what is it?"

she turned her phone around and your heart dropped at the screen. rafe and cara face to face, lips almost touching. there was no denying the photo.

"oh my god" your voice fell, tears threatening to fall again.

the girls said nothing, but rubbed your back as you sobbed on the side of the pavement. no words could describe the way you were feeling.

"lets get you home y/n, i'll take you to mine." sarah finally spoke.

after a long, silent taxi ride home, you got out the car and straight into sarah's bed, tears not stopping.

you felt drained, your chest aching. the girls had tried everything to distract you, but you couldn't stop staring at the photo, like staring at it long enough would make it disappear.

but it wouldn't. it was real.

you couldn't process that rafe would do this to you. the boy who had loved you, written songs about you, confessed his deepest issues to you, trusted you. how could he have let this happen? did the last 8 months mean nothing to him?

"okay no more of that." sarah said, taking the phone out of your hands. "do you really think he would do that to you? i mean the photo isn't clear, he could've been talking to her?"

"come on sarah. you saw them together too." you mumbled.

"i just don't get it. he is so in love with you." she replied.

"cleary not." you huffed.

"that's not true and you know it." kie said.

"he told me i was different. that he'd never felt this way before." you spoke as the tears falling again. "i don't know what to do."

"look, we don't know the full story ok? there is nothing we can do." cleo chimed in. "i know it doesn't feel like it right now, but you're going to be okay."

"and i swear to god, when you're ready, we'll make sure they regret this." kie stated.

you swallowed hard. regret. did rafe even feel regret? did cara? or were they still at the club, laughing, dancing, kissing, like none of this even mattered?

your stomach twisted. did you even matter?

sarah must’ve sensed the storm in your head because she gently took your hand, squeezing it. “don’t do that. don’t let them make you feel like you weren’t enough. they weren’t enough for you.”

you let out a bitter laugh, eyes still glossy. “then why does it feel like i’m the one who lost everything?”

kie sighed. “because you’re a good person y/n. and they’re not.”

you wanted to believe that. you really did.

instead, all you could do was lie there, staring at the ceiling, trying to breathe through the pain.

because no matter how much your friends reassured you, one thought haunted you.

rafe had promised forever,

and forever had ended with a single photo.

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a/n: sorry guys😩 you all knew it was coming

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[funnyjb]

hi! can i request for more postpartum fics? they are sooo good! maybe some happy moments but also sadly reader going through it and joe being there for her? thanks!

Hi ofc!

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Brooks Levi Burrow was born just a few days ago. Your first night in the house with a newborn was smooth sailing. Nothing but cuddles and the sound of a quiet baby.

Your in Laws and your parents have decided to stop by any chance they get to be with you, Joe, and the baby.

“Mom, it’s ok I got it.”- picking up Brooks to put him to bed

“Are you sure, sweetie, I’m happy to do it.”- your mom got up from the couch

Robin and Jimmy along with your father were in the kitchen talking with Joe.

“It’s ok.”- you

“Y/n, hold him up higher.”- your mom

“Mom! I got it. Let me put him to bed and he’s fine, ok?”- you

Your hormones are all over the place but everyone has been getting on your nerves lately. You feel like everyone is all over you and the baby. The parents have been over so much you haven’t gotten alone time in 4 days. 4 days!

You walk up the stairs to put brooks down.

“Is she ok?”- Robin

Your mom walks over

“Yeah, I think it’s just a lot for her. She has never raised her voice at me.”- your mom

“It’s ok, she’s going through a lot.”- your dad

Joe stands there thinking.

“I’m going to go check on her.”- joe

“Give it a minute, sweetie. She probably needs a breather.”- Robin

Joe nods

After a couple minutes Joe decides to go up.

You were in the rocking chair holding Brooks in your arms. He was fast asleep.

The nursery was decorated with navy’s and creams. The fluffy pillows and stuffed animals stacked in one corner. The beautiful book shelf filled with baby books and football memorabilia on every shelf along with some pictures of you and Joe and some family.

“Hey, you ok?”- joe

You look up.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”- you

Joe gave you a look.

“I’m fine, really. Just tired.”- you

Joe walked over to you.

“Want me to take him? You can go hang out in the bedroom for a bit. Get away from the parents.”- joe smiled

“You sure?”- you

“Yes, anything for you.”- joe winks

You hand him brooks.

Joe walked over to the crib and set brooks down.

He stared at his son. In awe of what both of you created.

You stepped out to give him a moment alone.

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A year ago

Your family and Joe’s were all at the dinner table. It was a night after a game. Everyone still had enough energy to eat and drink. Joe sat at the head of the table. You were next to him on the side. Joe was engaging in a conversation with his dad about the game. The rest of the parents were talking with the siblings. Joes nephews run wild around the couch not to far from you guys.

As the conversations slowly starts to die down Joes brother starts to speak up.

“So, y/n and Joe when do you think you guys will give this family a new member?”- Jamie smiles

You and Joe look up in distraught

“Um.”- you look at Joe

“Well, we haven’t really been thinking about that right now.”- joe chuckles

“Yeah…haven’t really talked about it. Our focus is football right now.”- you smile and then start to play with your fork on your plate.

That conversation was always a little weird to you whenever someone brought it up after you two got married. Of course you wanted kids with Joe. It was your dream to have Joe the father of your children. You never knew what to say when someone asked you.

You just knew how life would be so different after having kids.

“Ugh, y/n you would be the best mom.”- codi smiles

“Thanks, codi.”- you smile back

When you look back at Joe he is already staring at you smiling.

Of course you had to return that smile.

“Just think about a mini Joe or y/n running around, coming to games, and having dinner with us here.”- Jamie

“That is pretty cute to think about.”- Robin

The truth is you were nervous about becoming a mom. You loved the idea and the thought of having a mini you or Joe walking around filled your heart with excitement, but then again also brought nerves.

What happens if I mess up?

Joe is going to be gone a lot

Not getting sleep the first few months

All of that sent some few nerves.

As the conversation kept going on and you kept smiling at the talk. You needed a moment to relax and think.

“Anyone done with their plate?”- you

You took yours and Joes. Everyone else kept talking.

Placed the plates in the sink and rinsed and started to put them in the dishwasher.

Joe sensed you were thinking about something. Something that made you feel nervous or anxious.

He got up and walked over to you.

He came next to you and helped with the dishes.

“Thanks. You don’t have to. Go enjoy time with your family.”- you smile

“But I want to be here with you.”- Joe

You chuckle

Joe just keeps looking at you.

“You ok? Seemed a little bit out of it at the table for a minute.”- Joe

“Yeah..yeah. I’m good.”- you

“Y/n.”- Joe

“Just…it’s weird, you know? I always loved the thought of us having kids. Seeing them at your games and hugging you when you get home. Running around with them or putting them to bed. It’s just all of it kicks in. Our lives are going to change. For the better of course. But the sleeplessness nights for the first couple months, running around in the chaos, and I mean during the football season you’re not going to be home much. Sorry, this is all stupid.”- you

“No, no, y/n. I get it. It’s a little weird for me too. I mean me? Being a dad?”- Joe laughs

You laugh too

“It’s a little bit weird to think but I do know something. It’s that I wouldn’t want to have my kids with anyone else but you. You would be the best mom y/n. And we will get through it together when the time comes. All I know is that we will try our best and have a great support system with us.”- Joe

You nod

“I love you.”- you

“Love you more.”- Joe

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“He’s one cute baby.”- Your mom says

All of you guys were now sitting back on the couch. The house was slightly dim. Outside was complete darkness. And there you all sat all in great company and love.

“He really is a combination of both of you.”- Robin

Brooks was laying on your chest. Joe sat closely next to you

“We better get going. It’s getting dark.”- Your dad

“Some with us here, hun.”- Robin

“I’ll walk you guys out.”- Joe

Joe gets up to give hugs

Both parents come over to say their goodbyes to you and to brooks

As the door closes there is complete silence. Joe walks back over.

He sighs as he sits back down.

“I’m proud of you.”- joe

You look at him

“It’s a lot, especially having to deal with the parents. You’re the best mom, y/n. I hope you know that.”- Joe

You felt a tear streaming down

“Thank you, Joey. That means more to me than you think.”- you

“Of course, baby. Don’t cry.”- Joe

You rest your head on his shoulder as he wipes your tear.

The end.

[mountquokka]

Hii!! Can u please write a jisung smut where while u both are doing it the members walk in the dorm and u both are trying to be quiet but jisungs making it hard and when u both leave the room skz tease u<33 I love ur writing♥️💝💗

We gotta stay Quiet

Han Jisung X fem!reader

Word count: 873

Warnings: jumps right into smut, dom Jisung, sub reader, no protection (no), teasing from other members, nicknames (mamas, baby), poor innie gets traumatized for a moment, let me know if I missed any

Taglist <3: @hongjoongtime117 @lee-sang1625 @wontini

Thank you so much for the request🥹 I really appreciate it 🫶🏽

“Fuck Ji~ that feels so good.”

The sound of the headboard banging against the wall echoes throughout the empty dorms. “Yeah? It feels good when I pound into you like this?” You moan his name as he continues to thrust into you. “Yes! Yes it feels so good~” Jisung sneaks his hand down and rubs your clit and you nearly scream. “Are you getting close mamas? You’re clenching me so tight” You whimper and nod.

Before Jisung gets a chance to let you cum, you hear the front door. You both pause for a second before Jisung starts to slowly start thrusting into you. Your eyes widen and you try and stop his hips. He grabs your wrist and holds it above your head. “Ji, we aren’t alone anymore. They’ll catch us” “Not if we stay quiet.” He smirks and starts his thrusts up again.

You slap your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. Jisung brings his mouth down to your breast to muffle his own groans. “Your clenching me even tighter than before baby. Do you like the idea of the guys catching us?” You moan a little too loud, hoping they didn’t hear you from the other side of the door. 

“Did you guys hear that?” Jeongin says to the others. “What did you hear Innie?” Seungmin asks as Jeongin follows where he thinks he heard the sound and stops in front of Jisung’s door. Once he gets there he hears that same sound again but a little louder. His eyes widen when he realizes what’s happening. He slowly walks back over like he’d seen a ghost and sits on the couch. “Are you ok? What did you hear?” Chan asked slightly worried. He points the guys over to the Jisung’s door. “H-Han-Hannie. He- He… Oh my god” They all go over to the door and press their ears to it wait for what ever Jeongin heard.

“JI! FUCK~!”

“You gotta be quiet mamas, we don’t need them to hear us”

“I’m sorry, it just feels so good”

“Yeah you like that baby? I can tell you’re close. Cum for me baby”

All the guys look at each other in shock. Hyunjin and Changbin start snickering to each other as they head back to the living room area. “There’s no way that just happened” “Right you would think they would’ve stopped when we came in. Poor Innie is scarred now.” Changbin and Hyunjin continue to laugh. “Alright guys cut it out” Chan face palms.

After you and Jisung released, you cleaned up and cuddled for a while. When you both decided to get something to snack on, you both get up and head to the kitchen. Some of the guys were sitting in the living room, some also in the kitchen. “Hey guys what’s up?” Jisung asked acting completely normal. “Nothing much just chilling. What were you guys up to?” Felix says trying to hide a smirk. You and Jisung look at each other and simultaneously say “nothing” Hyunjin bursted into laughter from the kitchen “that didn’t sound like nothing to me” “Ji Fuck!” Changbin continues from the living room. You feel your cheeks heat up; so they were able to hear us. “We were just playing a game and I was beating her” More laughter. This time Lee know and Seungmin joining in. “Oh I bet you were beating her REAL good” Lee know chuckles. “What was the game? Who can leave more hickeys on the other?”  Seungmin said smugly. Even more laugher. Jeongin join in this time. Chan trying his hardest not to laugh.

You hide your face in the side of Jisung. “Ok guys, you can stop now. You’re embarrassing her” Felix comes over to the two of you and gives you a side hug “You know we're just messing around. It's all out of love, isn’t that right mamas” The guys start laughing again, even harder this time. You smack Felix’s chest as he makes his way back to the kitchen. “Are you all done yet?” The laughter dies down a little before someone snickers and they start laughing all over again.

“Ok ok that’s enough. Isn’t it obvious we’re not making them feel good?” Chan says before he bursts into laughter and the others join in again. “Ji make them stop, I can’t take anymore teasing.” He couldn’t either, he pulls you back into his room all the laughter fading in the background.

“Are you ok baby?” You nod your head “ Yeah I’m ok, I just couldn’t handle all the teasing.” He kisses your forehead. “I’m sorry Y/N. I should’ve just stopped when the door opened. Stupid horny brain” “Hey it’s ok, I’m glad you didn’t stop. I think that was the hardest I came in a while.” Jisung smirks “Oh really? Should we do it again? Maybe I can get you to squirt this time.” You smack Jisung’s chest “I already can’t handle the teasing right now and you’ll make it even worse you pabo” “ok ok, but you are ok right?” You pull his face towards yours and peck his lips “Yes I’m ok, just tell Felix to never call me mamas ever again” Jisung chuckles and nods “Ok I’ll tell him.”

[eff4freddie]

Play With Me

Joel Miller x AFAB Reader

Explicit - Minors DNI

You've found some creative ways to find time for each other in the past, and now for the first night in a while you've got the house to yourself. You're going to spoil yourself.

(AU no outbreak)

Warnings: Absolutely did not expect this to turn into a three-part series but here we are, I love these two horny weirdos, phone sex, Facetime-assisted tomfoolery, bath time, oral (f receiving), fingering, P in V, little bit of relationship-y stuff, bit of fluff maybe also, praise kink, dirty talk, squirting, these two are fun

Words: 5.5k

Part 1: Play With It

Part 2: Play With Her

Weeks had gone by since what you both called the ‘Frankie thing’. You didn’t bring it up unless you wanted to get Joel hot under the collar, and your prize was to watch the red blush right up his neck to his earlobes every time. You fell back into your usual routine, your shifts at the hospital got longer, got later, the jobsite got busier, Joel came home more and more in the dark.

He’d still manage to find little ways to make you feel special, to make you ache for him. Whispering ‘did he taste as sweet as me?’ to you as he bent down to kiss you goodbye, or sliding his hand along the inside of your thigh as you bent to pick up your backpack for the day. Little notes left on your dresser, of love and of wanting and enough to tide you over ‘til your schedules aligned.

You missed him, of course you missed him. The mornings when you rolled over to find him still beside you, tucking yourself into his chest and humming happily to yourself as you felt your eyelids drift shut, those were the mornings that made it possible to bear waking up alone, his side of the bed gently cooling, the smell of his shampoo still lingering on his pillow.

You sighed. Tonight, for the first time in a while, you would have the house all to yourself. It was Friday, and Joel had gently reminded you the night before that he had a boys night planned with Tommy and a couple of the guys from the site, a way to blow off steam after the long nights dealing with shitty suppliers, with bad weather and rusting equipment. You were only disappointed for a moment, reminding him that Sarah was off for the night with a friend and that you would be all alone in that big house, baby. He’d blushed again, a dangerous thickening in his pants before he managed to set himself right again.

‘M’sorry, baby,’ he’d said, with genuine contrition on his face.

‘It’s ok, sweet man,’ you’d said, resting your hand on his cheek and gazing up at him warmly. ‘Maybe I’ll see what Frankie’s up to.’

His little bark of surprised laughter was enough to get you through your night shift, as was the sting of his palm on your bottom where he’d playfully spanked you into a giggling, entirely false, apology.

So it was you found yourself sidling your aching bones into an empty house, the quiet of it unsettling for its unfamiliarity. You waited in the doorway, hovering, almost expecting Sarah to jump out from behind a couch and surprise you, but you were met with only silence.

You decided you were going to make the most of it, even if you ached for Joel. You were going to have a bath, and you were going to order a pizza, and you were going to be needlessly, pointlessly indulgent, because you had earned it, and because there was no one around to catch you.

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You held your glass of wine just over the waterline, your head resting on the shower tile. You had your phone on the counter beside you playing music softly, the silence still setting you on edge if you let yourself slip into it. You felt the ease of your muscles in the warmth of the water, the pizza settling heavy but welcome in your belly. You splayed your toes, playing with the bubbles on the surface of the water, and smiled to yourself when they popped against your skin. You wondered what Joel was up to, what dive bar Tommy’d dragged him to, and if he missed you, and then you reminded yourself you weren’t doing that tonight, that tonight was about what you wanted, and you thought about his cock instead.

And his arms, wrapped fast and safe around you, holding him to you. And the cords of his veins just beneath the surface of his skin, and how you could feel his pulse when you laved there with your tongue. You thought about the little high-pitched whines you could wring from him, palming your tits as you took him in your mouth. You gasped a little, the sense-memory sending a bolt of want into your cunt, and you settled yourself down into the water, your racing heart refracting in the water around you, the reverberating beat turning cavernous against the enamel of the bath.

As if you had conjured it, you heard the vibrations of your phone and you tried to flick the water from your hand before you reached for it.

He sounded tinny, an echo you couldn’t place behind his voice. ‘Hey, baby,’ he said, and you felt the tension melt from your shoulders.

‘Hi…’ you whispered, suddenly bashful, as if he could read your thoughts.

‘What you up to, Babygirl?’ he asked, and you could hear the grin. ‘Thought you were kiddin’ about getting Frankie over.’

You giggled, gently, into the warmth surrounding you. ‘Just me tonight, I promise,’ you assured.

‘Where are you, honey?’ he asked. ‘You in bed?’

‘Mmm-mmm,’ you hummed, waiting for a second to drop the bomb on him. ‘In the bath.’

You heard him moan a little, like you’d wounded him. ‘You all wet and soapy in there?’ he grunted, and you grinned before you caught yourself.

‘Where are you?’ you asked, suddenly worried Tommy could overhear.

‘Just outside the bar, was missin’ ya,’ he said, in that plainly Joel way that he could state something so simply, a want for you without any effort to mask it, enough that he could take your breath away.

‘You left your boys to talk to me?’

‘Keep thinkin’ bout you all alone in that big house.’

‘You been worrying what I might get up to?’ you teased.

‘Know exactly what you might get up to, an’ that’s the problem,’ he grumbled back, but you could hear the levity in it, could hear his dimple emerging proud on his cheek.

‘Was thinkin’ about what I might do if you were home, actually,’ you said, trying to match his matter-of-fact tone.

‘That right?’ he asked, and you smiled. You had him.

‘Mmhmm, thinking about the sounds you make when I’ve got you in my mouth.’ He groaned again, and you giggled. ‘Yeah, like that one, for example,’ you said.

‘God, it’s been too long, baby,’ he complained and you hummed in agreement. ‘You wanna…you wanna show me?’

‘Aren’t you out on the street somewhere?’ you asked.

‘I went back to my car to call ya, I’m just in a little street by the bar.’

‘Joel, people get arrested for that sorta thing.’

‘Ain’t no one around, baby, I promise,’ he said, and you could hear the whine in his voice, the neediness creeping in.

‘Is it dark enough?’ you asked, and you heard him sigh in victory.

‘Plenty dark, baby,’ he reassured. You hesitated for a moment longer, pushing your wet hair back off your face. You connected Facetime, holding the phone in front of you as you waited for him to appear.

You could see him fumbling, the phone slippery in his grip until he had it upright, trained on his face. You could just make it out, his skin pale in muted light coming in through the window, and you were surprised at just how dark it was. You couldn’t even really make out the street behind him.

You squinted. ‘You in there?’ he asked, and you saw the flash of his grin.

‘I see you, pretty lady,’ he said, and you realised the suds were covering less than you expected, the water levitating your breast just slightly, your nipples lengthening in the cool air and the heat of Joel’s gaze. You blushed a little, swishing some of the waning bubbles over yourself. You saw Joel pout in response.

‘This feels familiar,’ you said, and he grinned.

‘Know it does, but I don’t mind it,’ he said.

‘We make do,’ you agreed.

‘You wet for me, Babygirl?’ he asked, blunt again in that Joel way, and you gasped a little.

‘Well I’m in the bath…’ you teased, and he rolled his eyes.

‘Y’know what I meant,’ he responded.

‘No baby, I’m confused,’ you smiled, feigning ignorance, hoping to push him into saying something truly filth-

‘You achey and hot in that sweet little cunt’a yours?’ he asked, his voice gravel and dark as sin. You gasped, the pleasure of it shooting through to your core, your pussy suddenly pounding along with your heart.

‘Jesus,’ you uttered and you heard him chuckle.

‘Can see you blushin’ even from here,’ he said. The phone shifted a little, as if he was moving his grip, and you realised he was shuffling around to try and release himself from his pants. You leant forward, trying to see through the gloom.

‘Want to see me, baby?’ he asked, and you nodded your head, waiting as he angled the camera down. To your dismay you were met with almost total darkness.

‘I can’t…’ you started, frustration evident in your voice, and you heard him click his tongue.

‘Let me describe it for ya,’ he offered, and you nodded. ‘S’pulsin’, baby, can feel it throbbin’ in m’hand for you.’ Joel’s accent got thicker the more turned on he got. It was his tell, and you hadn’t told him you’d noticed it in fear that he would somehow rein it in.

‘Is it smooth?’ you asked. ‘Skin soft?’

‘Not as soft as that delicate skin you got on those precious l’il tits, baby,’ he said. ‘Can practically feel ‘em in m’mouth, your little nipple caught between m’teeth.’

You groaned, settling back, keeping the phone trained on your face as you let your eyes fall shut. Joel’s voice was enough to get you there, if you were honest. He could read you the shopping list and you’d come over all shaky-kneed and wanting in the middle of the grocery store.

‘Love teasing ‘em, one between m’fingers and suckin’ on the other. Love the way they swing and settle on m’cheeks when you start squirmin’ f’me.’

You could feel him, ghosts of his lips on your skin. He could play with your tits for hours, hefting them and watching them drop, rolling them in his palm, between his fingers, sucking and biting and easing the burn with his tongue. You sighed.

‘You touchin’ y’self, Babygirl?’ he asked, and you shook your head.

‘Not yet,’ you said, ‘imagining you here with me.’

‘Yeah, what you thinkin’ about exactly?’ he asked, and you could hear that he was breathless, that his voice carrying a subtle tremble.

‘When you eat my tits with your fingers inside me,’ you said, too turned on to mince your words. You heard his breath stutter, the unmistakable sound of skin sliding over skin.

‘What else, baby?’ he asked, and you closed your eyes again, letting the warmth of the bath water become his arms surrounding you, lifting you up, the wall behind you the warm, muscled planes of his chest.

‘Imagine you with one hand pinching my nipple, the other rolling my clit.’ You paused, gathering a breath. ‘Then you…you put your fingers…’ you trailed away, suddenly self-conscious, unable to see him but knowing he could see you plain as day.

‘Tell me, baby. S’ok to tell me what you want from me.’

‘You put your fingers in my cunt,’ you said, hearing his sharp breath as you slide your fingers down your belly, remembering after a moment to angle the phone to let him see. ‘Right here,’ you said, pulling your knees apart and lifting your hips a little, letting him see the pink of your folds, puffy and needy for him, leaking slick despite the water around you.

‘Oh, there she is,’ he whispered, and you whimpered, tracing your slick with your finger, turning light little glances on your clit.

‘Then you pump them,’ you went on, ‘you give me two until you stretch me out enough for a third.’

‘So tight, she’s so tight f’me,’ he agreed.

‘You stretch me out, though, make it so it’s good, so it’ll fit.’

‘Always, baby,’ he said, and you wished more than anything in that moment that you could see him, see the hunger in his eyes as his gaze settled at your core.

You whimpered, your frustration showing, and he sighed.

‘Wish I was there,’ he said, and you nodded, sullen. ‘What would I do if I was?’ he asked, needing to keep you talking, needing to hear the filth that could conjure for him, so fascinated by the contrast of your sweet, beautiful face and the true depths of your depravity. He loved every inch of it, loved what you could come up with when he had you so turned on you didn’t even know what you were saying.

‘You’d drain the bath,’ you said, and he tutted.

‘Cold, baby,’ he said, and you shook your head.

‘Mm-mm, because you’d be all over me,’ you said, as if this was obvious. ‘You’d be on your knees in front of me, and you’d hook my leg up over the edge of the bath and lift my hips up t’your mouth, and you’d eat my pussy until I squirted my come right down your throat.’

‘Sweet Baby Jesus,’ he muttered, his Southern truly showing now. ‘Drink you up, baby,’ he muttered.

‘Wanna see you,’ you groused. ‘Want you here with me.’

He swallowed, worried he was going to blow his cover. He could feel the tremor in his hands, the phone slippery in his sweaty palm.

‘What would I do t’ya after that?’ he asked, over a dry throat.

‘You’d pull me up and sling me over the counter, and you’d fuck up into me while you watched my face in the mirror,’ you said, glancing over at it as if you could conjure yourself there by sheer force of will.

He groaned, long and low. There you were, his filthy girl.

‘Baby…’ he gasped, not even sure what he was trying to tell you. You whined anyway, nodding your head at him, as you angled the phone to show him your fingers dancing fast over your clit now.

‘Come home, Joel,’ you groaned. ‘Don’t wanna come without your cock in me again.’

‘Again?’ he asked. ‘You been touchin’ y’self, baby?’

‘So much,’ you confessed, breathless. ‘So wet for you all day, can barely concentrate at work. Gotta…take care of it.’

He gasped. ‘She want it that bad?’ he asked, genuine surprise lacing his words.

‘I want you that bad,’ you replied, earnest. ‘Don’t you know, Joel?’

‘I didn’t…’ he said, feeling something swell bright and warm behind his chest. ‘I thought…I don’t know, thought you might be…after Frankie’n all, and these little phone things…’

Your hand stilled between your legs, focussing in again on what he was trying to communicate. He’d shifted his phone back to his face and you could see him examining you, like he was scanning for some kind of trick, for a lie.

‘Thought maybe I wasn’t…it wasn’t enough for ya, just when it’s…when it’s you and me.’

You let his words settle for a moment, as if you could make them make sense if you gave them enough time to marinate.

‘Baby, I love when it’s just us,’ you said, genuine confusion on your face. ‘I love the phone stuff, and the Frankie thing was…great, of course it was…but that’s just cherry on the top stuff, Baby. You’re the…the meal I want, any time, any day of the week.’

You could see him enough, just in the hint of light in the car window, that he had stopped moving too, was letting your words wash over him.

‘I worried I’d been…neglectin’ ya.’

‘You’re busy, Joel, and you have a lot of responsibilities on the jobsite. I know that, and I love that about you.’

‘Even if it takes me away from ya sometimes?’ he asked, and you could see it, then, that he was open to you in this moment, that he was somehow more your Joel than ever right now, this Joel that he only ever allowed you to see.

‘My sweet man,’ you said, wanting to reach into the screen and land a kiss on his brow. ‘I miss you, of course I do, but I ain’t mad about it when I can see it matters to you. That it makes you happy.’

He was quiet, gazing at you, like he couldn’t let himself believe it.

‘You wouldn’t want me not to work at the hospital, right?’ you prompted.

‘Course not, baby, you worked so hard f’that, and I’m prouda you.’

‘Right,’ you said. He considered this for a moment.

‘Ah, fuck,’ he said, huffing out a laugh. ‘M’a damn fool.’

You giggled, feeling the tension break.

‘My fool,’ you reminded him.

‘Stay there, Babygirl,’ he said suddenly, the phone shifting as he abruptly hung up. You blinked, double checking the phone to ensure that he definitely disconnected. You were about to call him back, thinking maybe the call dropped, before you heard the front door open and slam shut, heavy footfalls on the steps you knew instantly to be his.

‘Joel?’ you called in surprise as he pulled open the bathroom door, panting a little and his cheeks red. ‘Where…how did you…’

‘Was in the garage,’ he said, blushing slightly as he grabbed a towel and pulled you to stand.

‘You were…why?’

‘The phone thing, thought it’d be…y’know, hot like last time.’

‘I mean, it was. You were in the garage?’

‘Sshh, baby,’ he said, planting a kiss on your lips to quiet you as he wrapped you in the towel and pulled you from the bath, his hand sliding gently underneath to rest on your butt. ‘I was being’ dumb, but I’ll make it up t’ya.’

You barely had time to consider what he meant before he had you up over his shoulder, spanking you lightly as you squawked, your wet skin dampening his shirt. He carried you and dropped you heavy on the bed, his cock prominent and tenting in his pants as he gazed down at you, your towel having come loose in the commotion, your sweet little cunt peeping out from between your thighs as your legs fell open.

‘Such a sight, my beautiful girl,’ he said, allowing himself a moment to drink in the view before he got down on his knees on the carpet, ignoring the strain of the joint. ‘Been thinkin’ about this delicious pussy for days, for weeks, for m’whole life it feels like,’ he grumbled, and you gasped as he pulled your legs apart at the knees, slinging one over his shoulder and opening you up for him.

‘Drippin’ for me,’ he observed, running his nose over your slit, parting your folds with it as he puffed hot air across your gathering slick.

‘Baby,’ you whimpered, grasping for his hair with your hands. ‘Please, God, please…’

‘Sssh, I gotchya baby, I know,’ he comforted, holding you for just a moment longer in this torture, enjoying the way you were already squirming for him. You sighed as you felt his tongue finally lick a path up your folds, his nose still pressing gentle into your clit.

He lapped at you, pulsing need settling in his core as he considered himself having come home in this moment, having nestled in the warmth and sweet softness of your cunt, from which he never wished to depart. He felt the fluttering squeeze of your walls on his tongue, trying to pull him in, and he smiled, extending his tongue to fuck up inside you. Your slick overflowing from his mouth he savoured your sweet nectar, the grip of your thighs around his ears enough to tell him he was doing a good job.

You gasped as he moved, shifting to slide first one finger and then a second into your core. You felt yourself stretch even now, his thick fingers not even a fraction of the true heft of him, feeling the burn and the stretch and still the pulsing ache for his cock inside you, for him to properly split you, to mould you to him from the inside out. You keened as he suckled sweet and tight at your clit, his fingers scissoring now inside you, pushing at your walls as he hooked them towards your navel.

‘Oh, fuck…’ you muttered, clutching for him now, trying to draw him into you by the scalp. ‘Jesus, Joel, baby it’s so…’

‘Fuck,’ he mumbled, coming up for air for just a moment. ‘Those fuckin’ sounds you make, baby,’ he groaned, remembering how you moaned when Frankie slid his cock in your throat as he watched, remembering your sweet little gasps as he ate you, as Joel gripped himself and imagined it was him, imagined it was this moment, with you powerless from the pleasure he was wringing from you with his mouth, with his hands.

But you were shaking your head now, trying to push him away as he grunted, attempted to resist.

‘No, no…’ you were muttering, your head lolling from side to side.

‘Just give me this one, baby,’ he instructed.

‘Don’t wanna come yet,’ you complained, genuinely worried the pleasure would end you, grind the planet to a halt, make it fall off its axis and hurtle humanity into the tumbling dark. ‘Too good! Too good, Joel, oh God.’

Joel chuckled, only increasing the pace of his fingers inside you, preparing you for a third. ‘Just gimme this one, baby, and then y’can come on m’cock, promise,’ he swore, all earnest and feigned concern as if he wasn’t systematically taking you apart.

You could feel it, the twisting of the spring in your core, your abdomen tightening as you rolled your hips. You could feel the heat clawing up your chest, your cheeks burning, as he pushed his third finger hope. You heard yourself cry out, clawing at him, as he latched his mouth back to your clit, drawing it between his teeth and nibbling in a way that set every nerve ending ablaze.

You weren’t going to be able to stop it. He was going to make you come, and he wasn’t going to give you a choice. You felt the pleasure seize you, your body going rigid, overwrought as you felt tears slip onto your cheeks.

‘Joel!’ you gasped, one last attempt to implore him for mercy, before you felt the cord snap, the crash of your release as you fell over the edge, your eyes screwed shut as you rode his hand, your cunt caught in his beautiful, unforgiving mouth.

He watched you arc, your back rising from the bed as you rode out your pleasure, doing his best to keep his mouth on you as your hips rolled. He would never get tired of this, would work his fingers to the bone every day if it meant he could come home every night and tease these sounds from you, make you spasm for him, drink down your slick like it was the essence of life itself.

You hadn’t even really come down yet, your breath still in rapid gasps, your body still boneless beneath him, as he rolled you, pulling you by the hips onto all four and helping you lean your forehead to the mattress to steady you. Presenting your cunt to him this way, your folds blooming out from between the top of your thighs, your thighs stretched and your tits swaying beneath you. This was how he would keep you if he could, wet and gasping for him, splayed out and soon to be full of him, keep you leaking him on the bed of a daytime while he worked just to bring home sparking diamonds to lay in your upturned palms.

You were a fucking goddess like this, he thought. He wanted to show you.

You were dimly aware of his movements behind you, of his body reaching over you, his back on yours, as he slipped something cold and hard into your hand.

‘Look, baby,’ he said, as you lifted your head from the mattress to examine the phone he had given you. It was ringing. A Facetime call from him.

Without really understanding you answered, a sudden and lurid view of your cunt greeting you on the screen. You shifted, glancing down to see his phone, camera up, resting on the mattress between your knees.

‘Watch me stretch her, baby. Watch ‘er takin’ me,’ he grunted, and you shivered, eyes glued to the phone as his cock slid into frame. You jumped, a little giggle escaping you, as you felt it brush against your slit as you watched on the little screen.

‘Lookit how she’s drippin’,’ Joel praised from behind you, his hands settling on your hips as he leaned over your shoulder, watching his cock press firm against your folds. ‘Watch me slip inside ya,’ he preened, almost proud of his ingenuity and his irrevocably filthy mind.

He pushed forward, the tip slipping between your folds, the little pinch of resistance making you gasp before your pussy opened up to let him in. You watched on the screen as his cock pulsed, thrumming with the need for you, the throb of the shaft. You gasped, almost shocked by the intimacy of it.

‘Such a beautiful cock,’ you gasped, not even really hearing yourself, as Joel chuckled. He pressed forward again, easing himself in and letting you stretch. Your head flopped forward, the searing heat of him almost too much to bear, before you felt him gently grip your hair and raise your head again.

‘Uh-uh, baby, want you watchin’,’ he admonished and you whimpered, nodding your head.

‘I’ll be a…’ you groaned as your cunt clamped down on him, the fluttering waves of want temporarily stealing the words from you. ‘…be your good girl,’ you finished, and you heard Joel groan.

‘Yeah, you fuckin’ will be,’ he grit out, shoving the last few inches in to your greedy little cunt as it grasped him. ‘Be my good fuckin’ girl, watchin’ me fuck ya.’

You whimpered, nodding again, feeling his hand return to your hip as the other slipped underneath you to hold the heft of your tit in his palm, rolling the nipple between his fingertips and sending shivers of pleasure to your core.

On the screen you watched as your cunt swallowed him, your eyes widening at the realisation you had managed to take him all the way in, his balls settling heavy on your folds as he rocked his hips. You watched as he withdrew slightly, his shaft creamy with your slick and you groaned, feeling it clamp down on him, drawing him further into you, not willing to let him slide away.

Joel couldn’t look away, your puffy little cunt split open by his shaft, your slick gathering at your thighs and dripping, sliding over your skin towards the phone between your knees. He made a few experimental thrusts, testing the angle, making sure he wouldn’t move the phone out of the way, before he reared back and stuffed himself into you, feeling the power in it when you gasped, throwing your head back to stare, almost unseeing, at the ceiling above you.

‘Doin’ so good f’me,’ he grunted, leaning down to whisper into your ear, eyes still glued to the screen where he split you open. From this angle he could piston his hips and watch your butt jiggle from the front and your cunt swallow him whole from underneath. He wished he had a camera on your face, on your bouncing tits, wished he could see the fucked out look in your eyes as he fucked up into you, mercilessly chasing your high, and then his.

You were babbling, you were dimly aware, but you had lowered your head again to watch as he fucked you, to watch his rock-hard cock disappear inside you, and you couldn’t keep track of the words as they left your mouth.

‘Fuck, it’s so good,’ you whimpered.

‘So good t’me, baby,’ Joel replied, his breath coming in sharp pants as he felt the throb of his cock, the weight of it hard and throbbing, almost aching, as he sawed into you. ‘Missed this tight little pussy, missed this wet cunt.’

‘Missed…you…’ you whimpered between his harsh thrusts, gripping the phone in one hand and the sheets in the other. ‘Don’t stop, please Joel, don’t stop…’

‘I know baby, I know my sweet girl,’ he babbled, feeling his own release rushing towards him but determined you could get yours first. ‘Takin’ me so good.’

He slipped his hand from your hip and reached around, seeing his fingers appear on the screen as he made tight, fast circles on your clit. He watched as you shuddered, your hips rolling as you squeezed him, your fluttering walls gripping him tight and wet.

‘Look at that…’ he muttered to himself, transfixed by the flex of your cunt as it took his thrusts. He could see your slick, the creamy proof of your pleasure, spread over his shaft.

You cried out, overstimulated but still wanting more, afraid again that the towering wall of pleasure he was hurting towards would be too much, too intense, that it would shatter you somehow. Something was building, something essential and something different to anything you’d ever felt before, and it scared you enough to try to warn him.

‘Joel…’ you tried, words so hard to find behind the blinding frenzy he had you in.

‘You can take it, look how pretty you take it,’ he said as you cried out for him again.

‘It’s too much, I can’t…’ you pleaded.

To your utter devastation, the stroke of his cock stopped. You let out a whine, the sudden absence of his thrusts nearly enough to break you entirely. You heard him chuckle. ‘Y’sure about that, baby?’ he asked, and you shook your head ‘no’, your whole body taught and grasping.

‘No, no, no…’ you gritted out.

‘Want me to keep fuckin’ ya?’ he asked, pretending again that he wasn’t taunting you with his cock buried deep in your cunt.

‘Yes!’ you gasped, nodding your head so hard he worried you’d pull something. ‘Please, m’sorry, please….’ You cried, tears pooling again at your cheeks.

‘Ok, baby, just bein’ mean t’ya,’ he grinned. He resumed his thrusts, at the same brutal pace as before. You crashed, immediately, spasming hard around his cock as you gasped, shocked at the strength of it, the pleasure knocking every thought out of you brain as you spasmed, taking huge lung-fulls of air just to scream them out again.

‘Oh fuck, baby, oh my God…’ Joel gasped behind you, but you were too far gone to really hear him, to respond to him, as your hips rolled, as the heat of your cunt exploded around you, as the pleasure ricocheted up your nervous system and into your addled, overcome brain.

You gathered yourself just enough to raise your head, watching on the screen as Joel’s shaft throbbed, pumping wave after wave of come inside you, watching as it spilt from around his cock and out of your dripping cunt. Listened to his gasps, his throaty moans as his thrusts lost all rhythm, as he pumped you full of his spend, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he shot his load into your waiting cunt.

--

For a long moment, neither of you were able to move. Panting above you, his legs suddenly jelly, Joel only had the presence of mind enough to end the call before he took you by the hips and eased you down, gently to the mattress.

You hovered somewhere between wakefulness and unconsciousness, the gentle throb of your cunt receding as you caught your breath. You felt the bed shift underneath you as Joel moved but you couldn’t lift your head, barely flinching when you felt a warm washcloth dabbed gently at your entrance. You realised you were feeling cold, and you opened your eyes long enough to see the large wet patch underneath you.

‘Baby, did I…?’ you asked but he shushed you, his arms coming presently to pull you into his body as he lifted you up the bed, tucking you under the blankets and sliding in beside you.

You burrowed yourself into him, finding your place beneath his chin as he nestled you in beside him. You drifted, warm in his arms.

‘I like the phone thing,’ you said, the thought coming into your head and leaving your mouth almost simultaneously.

‘Mmm,’ Joel agreed, sleep pulling insistently at his sleeves.

‘Don’t need it, though,’ you affirmed, and you felt Joel nod his head above you. After the last hour he couldn’t remember why he thought you had.

‘Just need you,’ he mumbled, the warmth of your body against him making his muscles go slack.

You both drifted in the weightlessness before sleep.  

‘S’fun though,’ he muttered, to which you could only agree.

[ldydeath]

The Hardest Goodbye | Kang Dae-ho

Summary: Your boyfriend is heading off to the Marines. You two try to give each other the last perfect day.

Warnings: None.

Author's Note: This fic takes place well before he joins the games. As always, if you'd like to be tagged please let me know!

Tomorrow was the day. The day your world would change forever and you were just supposed to lay here in this bed and pretend like the air wasn’t getting sucked out of your lungs. You rolled onto your side, taking in every aspect of your boyfriend. Daeho was sleeping peacefully, oblivious to your stares. His chest rising and falling as the blankets slid down his perfect chest. You reached out, moving his hair off his face so you could take in his appearance. You’d miss that long gorgeous hair of his. You’d miss everything about him, really.

He stirred at your touch, his eyes opening slowly, a small grin spreading across his face. “Morning.” His voice raspy with sleep and you leaned him, giving him a slow passionate kiss. His arms reached out, drawing you in closer, neither of you wanting to let go of this moment. It was the last time you’d be waking up next to each other for a long while.

Daeho was leaving in the morning for bootcamp, he’d taken his dads advice and joined the Marines. Your heart had broken when he’d given you the news. Of course you were happy for him - if this is what he wanted to do, but you were going to miss him.  You had woken up next to each other every morning for the past two years and now you were just supposed to live in this apartment alone? It didn’t feel right.

“Come on, we have plans.” You sighed as you untangled yourself from him, getting out of bed slowly. 

There was no rush to get through this day. Tonight he’d go to his parents for a final night with them and you’d meet them before he’d head out. You watched from the bathroom mirror as he put his hair in a bun, his eyes wandering down to yours and he grinned, giving you a wink before walking out of the bathroom. 

After you were both ready, he grabbed your hand and headed out of the apartment. You two had an entire day planned of exploring the city you called home, going to all of Daeho’s favorite places that he wouldn’t be to visit for a long while. The perfect last day before you’d have to go months without seeing each other.

It was cruel, the way every man had to enlist. It was only two years, you knew that. But right now two years felt like a lifetime. What was the point in all of this if you two couldn’t be together?

“You ok?” His voice broke you from your thoughts and you looked up at him, a smile on your face.

“Yeah. I was just thinking about how I can’t wait to get rid of you. You’re such a giant pain in my ass.” You teased. He chuckled, pulling you closer to him, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. 

Neither of you were ready for the distance you were about to face, so he’d keep you close to him for as long as he could. If he’d had it his way the two of you would’ve never gotten out of bed that morning, but he knew that would just make it even harder for him to leave in the morning. That was part of the reason he’d decided to stay with his family this evening. Leaving you was going to be the hardest thing he’d ever have to do. He knew if he had to leave while you were sleeping peacefully next to him he’d never make it out the door. 

“Distance makes the heart grow fonder, or so they say. You’re going to be ready to jump my bones when I get back.” He winked at you and your stomach flipped. He was so damn attractive when he did that.

“Maybe.” You shrugged, hiding just how much he affected you. 

“I know you had a whole day planned for us, but I had something else in mind.” You raised a brow as he smirked at you. 

Daeho turned on his heels, leading you towards the opposite end of town. You followed him silently inside a cute little pet shop, confusion evident on your face. Why had he brought you here of all places? Sure, you loved animals but this seemed like such an odd time to be bringing you here. You followed him towards one of the crates where a cute Jindo puppy was staring up at you both. He reached down, picking her up and turned to face you.

“You’re going to need someone else to take care of while I’m gone.” He shrugged, placing the puppy into your arms.

“She’s adorable, Daeho. But are you sure a puppy is a good idea right now?” He just simply nodded his head before heading towards the front of the shop. 

It took about ten minutes for him to fill out the adoption papers, names running through your head while you waited. Nothing good was coming to mind yet, but you weren’t worried. As long as the little angel had a name by the time his enlistment was done, it would be fine. 

“Let's take her home. There’s one more thing I need to do.” You were skeptical, him changing plans on you was unusual, but you followed him home all the same.

Once you were inside, Daeho moved to the front closet pulling out all kinds of items for the dog - a bed, food, food bowls, toys. It seemed he’d been planning this for a while. It amazed you how well this man could keep a secret from you. Were you really that oblivious? 

You let out a laugh, setting down your dog, before walking over to him to place a kiss on his cheek. His eyes closed, relishing in the closeness of you as his arm wound its way around you again. You would never be close enough. Not to make up for two years of you not being there.  He pulled away, clearing his throat and led you to the couch. 

“I wasn’t going to do this here, but when I got to thinking about it, this is the perfect place. We said I love you here for the first time. I asked you to move in right on this very couch. It seems fitting.” You raised a brow but before you could speak Daeho was on his knees in front of you.

Your breath caught in your throat as he slid a ring out of his pocket. This man. Really? A dog and a proposal before he left? And all you’d prepared was last night. 

“Daeho-” You started but he shushed you, grabbing your hands. His fingers rubbing soothing circles on your skin.

“I love you. I want to come home to you after this. Forever. There is nobody else for me. Marry me?”  You nodded, a silent yes leaving your lips as he slid the ring on your finger. 

“You’re really something, you know that?” You peppered his face in kisses, pulling up on the couch to sit next to you. “I love you.” 

You didn’t know how long you two sat together, arms round around each other, enjoying the silence of being just you two for one last time. As the world turned dark around you, Daeho placed a kiss on your head before gently moving himself from you. He disappeared down the hall, your nameless pup following him and your heart ache when he returned with his bags. 

It didn’t seem real, getting engaged and him leaving you all at the same time. You stood up, meeting him at the door and swallowed the lump in your throat.  There were so many things you wanted to say. How much you loved him, how much you’d miss him. How there was obviously nobody else but words escaped you as he leaned down, kissing you so passionately you weren’t sure you were going to let him leave.

“I love you.” He whispered against your lips. You could feel his wet tears on your cheeks and you looked up to see his tear stained face. You wiped his tears away, kissing him gently once more and choked back a sob.

“I love you more. I’ll see you in the morning.” It was a lie, you both knew you weren’t seeing each other the next day, it would be too hard for him to leave if he had to say goodbye to you in the morning. That was why you’d agreed to do this now. His family would see him off. You walked over to the side table, grabbing a letter and handed it to him. “Don’t read it until you’re on the bus tomorrow.”

He nodded, putting the letter into his jacket pocket and leaned in to kiss you once more. With a sigh, he opened up the front door and headed out without looking back. You chewed on your bottom lip, watching as he slipped into his car. You didn’t move from your spot until well after his car was no longer in view. Now all you had was time. But you knew when he’d come home all this pain would be so worth it. You just had to wait.

taglist: @wcnderlnds

[c4tluver02]

The Big Move

Summary: You and Steve finally move in together! With the help of your friends of course.

wc: 804 just a cute lil blurb :)

warnings: none!

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You and Steve had just moved into an apartment together. It wasn't the world's best or even cleanest but it was something you guys could call your own. It was a step forward, no more parents, no more staying apart from each other. You only go up from here. Except moving all your stuff into the apartment didn't feel as great as it sounded. 

“Eddie, I swear if you hit the wall with this couch one more time.” Steve said with a sigh. Eddie and Jonathan are here to help move the heavy stuff in. Although if you asked Steve they were only here to create scuffs on the wall. 

“Alright alright we can set it down here” An exacerbated sigh comes out of all of them. 

“You really couldn't get movers to do this for you guys?” Jonathan asks you and Steve.

“Too expensive and why would we do that when we have the two strongest guys here to help?” You say with a smile that is really just there to distract them. 

Steve's head turns toward you the second he hears it “Don't you mean three strongest guys?” 

“Wait, we aren't getting paid for this?” Eddie asks at the same time. 

“You know what it's actually getting pretty late if you guys wanna head home it's ok! You did a lot today.” You respond by not answering either of their questions.

“Yea alright we'll see you two tomorrow” Jonathan sighs as he and Eddie let themselves out. 

Now it's just you and Steve and half of your place in shambles with the other half empty. It's overwhelming to see it all laid out but all you can feel is the excitement. This is going to be a space you and Steve decorate together and it will be a mix of you guys. 

“I still can't believe that we have our own apartment.” Steve says coming up to you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. 

“I know, I can't wait for it to be all done, it's gonna look so good!” Your smile is wide and Steve is so thankful. He has the girl of his dreams and now he gets to wake up and go to sleep with her. Not that climbing through your bedroom window wasn't fun for him, but this is better. 

“Should we order take out? We don't really have anything to make food with.” You guys also don't have a table or chairs so the floor will have to do. But it's nothing you can't handle.

“Smart idea baby, what are you thinking?” Steve’s thumb gently rubs circles on your hand as he waits for your answer. 

“I'm thinking Chinese, does that sound good to you?” 

“Yeah that sounds good” He presses a kiss to your head and gives the restaurant a call.

-

Once you both finish dinner it's time for bed. Steve did a lot today and you tried your best to get your guys bedroom put together while the guys did the heavy lifting. Your mattress is currently on the floor but Steve couldn't care less. The feeling of laying down was enough to put him to sleep. 

You changed into one of Steve's shirts as he takes his shirt and pants off. It was nice that you two already had somewhat of a routine already. You wear his clothes to bed whenever you get the chance but now his closet will be your closet. Your heart beams all over again. 

“Cmere, let's go to bed.” Steve says in a sleepy tone while he himself climbs into bed. His hand is stretched out waiting for you to grab onto it. 

Steve has slept over enough to know that you have a skin care routine but still he is begging you to come back to bed. You have a feeling this will be a new struggle for you. How could you say no to him?

“I'm almost done baby one minute promise.” You speed through the extensive creams and try to get to your exhausted boyfriend before it's too late and he's passed out. 

Luckily you made it in time “See? I was so quick.” You say as he immediately scoops you close to him, there is absolutely no way you two could get any closer. 

You give him a kiss and snuggle into him. His head is laying on your chest and you scratch his head. A exhale of pleasure comes out of him, you know it's his favorite. 

“Gnoodnight Stevie.” You say giving him one last kiss. 

He kisses you back, “G’night baby I love you and I love our apartment.” He replied mumbling, half asleep already.

You giggle at his long sentence in his tired state. “I love you and our apartment as well.” 

You both fall asleep quickly, ready to start the day all over again tomorrow, together.

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Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife: The Ice Cream Fiasco

Summary: Wifey's first pregnancy cravings hit, and Joel has to troubleshoot options. (takes place early on first pregnancy)

Warnings: Fluff, crazy emotions flying, swearing, and vulgar sexual language at the end.

- - - -

Ya’ll might think that Joel had always been the perfect husband, suited to adapt to your any and all needs like he was born with it the moment you were pregnant.

I’m here to tell you, he wasn’t always that on top of it. In fact, the man had quite a bit of failures at first.

There’s also a reason why Clive’s Creamery is the go-to destination for all your desserts. In fact, its the same reason the Dairy Queen right next door is excommunicated in the Miller Household…

He remembered when the first cravings started. You had wanted a blizzard. Cookie dough. Chocolate ice cream. LARGE.

Easy Peasy.

He gets just that, plus a small chocolate ice cream dipped in hard shell for himself. 

Well, you didn’t know he was going to get himself something. Something that, quite frankly, as soon as you saw him holding it for himself as you greedily accepted the jumbo cup of blizzard, you suddenly wanted more.

He is about to take a bite of his ice cream when you loudly shout, “Ah ah!”

He almost drops the damn thing. “What’s wrong?”

“Can—can I have some…whatever you don’t finish?” You ask politely. You were still holding yourself accountable from any outburst that might want to…burst out.

Though, you doubted you'd reach that point ever.

He nods. That’s reasonable. He can just… eat the shell, and you could have the filling part!

When he hands you his saliva-melting ice cream, licked and bitten clean of the hard shell, you face sours.

“What the fuck Joel. Why would I want this?”

“What do you mean…you said you would finish it?” 

You stomp your foot down almost like a tantrum ridden child. “I WANTED THE HARD SHELL. WHY WOULD I WANT THIS.”

“I didn’t know! You didnt say—!”

“DO I HAVE TO, MILLER?” You roared, getting on your heels with threatening eyes, diminishing him. “DO I HAVE TO BE EXPLICIT ABOUT SOMETHING SO OBVIOUS?”

He’s half scrunched to fear, never having seen you so ferocious over some measly ice cream, when suddenly the loud gurgling from your stomach cuts the air.

You look down briefly at your tummy. Your hand clasps it gently before you're quickly wobbling off to the bathroom. 

He stands there, a bit confused, but now he knows for next time. Joel just finishes off the rest of his cone, chucking the honey coated wrapper when—

“DID YOU JUST FINISH IT?????????” You bellow, returning from the hallway.

“Y-you--said you didn't want it now!”

“JOEL. MOTHERFUCKING. MILLER.”

But before you start another shout, your face quickly softens, down turning into a trembling mess as you let out a devastating wail. “I—j-j-just—wa—wanted!—hiccup—it!” You cry. 

And holy hell, you cried. He’d never seen you cry so hard, let alone for a half eaten ice cream cone.

You fell to your knees and gripped his forearm, tears splashing down your cheeks as you huffed.

This might be... a lot more difficult of a pregnancy than he originally thought.

-

Ok so Joel learned very quickly — bring the wife next time.

His next trial came very soon in the face of the next evening.

As he rolls up to the drive-thru window, you announce quickly “CHOCOLATE. DIPPED IN HARD SHELL. WITH—“

But the young worker quickly interrupts “We’re out of chocolate.”

He didn’t know why, but something chilly just ran right through Joel’s soul right there.

You blinked at the clerk. “Excuse me?”

“Um—we don’t have chocolate. We’re out—“

You lean over Joel. “What. Do. You. Mean. You’re. Out?”

“Um—we’re… just… out—“

“Say it again.”

Visibly shaking now, the kid says softly, “there’s… no more… choc—“

Like a dog off her leash, you lunge over Joel’s lap, your palm crashing down on his crotch, causing him to slam his head on the roof. You pay no mind, ready to tear the poor kid to shreds.

“WHAT KIND OF ICE CREAM PLACE DOESN’T HAVE CHOCOLATE??? YOU GOT VANILLA RIGHT? RIGHT????”

“Y-yes—?” The kid said frighteningly, looking around for help.

“YOU GOT SOME CHOCOLATE SAUCE?”

“Y—“

“THEN WHAT’S thE PROBLEM HUH? WHERE’S THE CHOCOLATE? HUH YOU GOT VANILLA? AND CHOCO--WHAT'S SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND? WHY ARE YOU EVEN OPEN—“

Joel finally regains his composure, his arm protectively holding you back as you lament, eyes crazy and teeth foaming like a rabid raccoon.

“I’msorryimsorryimsorryimsorry—“ he repeats to the kid, just as he puts the car in drive and leaves the line.

You settle back down in your seat grumpily.

Joel stares forward, frightened by the beast next to him. 

“Okay. Where are you taking me next for some ice cream?” You ask innocently, as if you weren’t about to be charged with assaulting some teen for no chocolate ice cream.

Joel hesitantly glared back at you.

What kind of demon baby was brewing inside you?

-

So now we’re back to making sure you DON’T participate in your own snack runs. Joel gives you a menu ahead of time so you can mark off the items you want like a sushi checklist. Then he calls you right before he orders to make sure it’s still what you want.

But Dairy Queen was on day 3 of no chocolate ice cream.

He finds you furiously typing on his desktop keyboard when he gets home, slams the print button, and tears off the sheet.

“Mail this,” you seethe, scribbling down the address on a note sheet.

Joel takes on look at the first line and knew immediately he’s putting this in the shredder:

DEAR MOTHERFUCKER.

It was a letter addressed to the Dairy Queen corporate head office, specifically, the CEO’s desk.

He scanned briefly: lots of “you motherfuckers” this and “chocolate is a birthright” that. Even a sentence that read “I will personally pop my baby out in your lap and eat your innards alive if you do not provide the chocolateS to the local church [the address of the Dairy Queen next store]”

The “signature” line was your signature alright, with a hefty spit you had personally left.

He looks up at you, only to see you’re beaming with pride. 

“It’s good right? That’ll get their attention. No more of this ‘no chocolate’ nonsense.”

Joel didn’t have the heart to tell you that it wasn’t the chocolate that was missing. He had stopped by this afternoon and asked if there was an update, only to find the machine that mixed it was down and missing a spare part. Said it would be another week before it would be up and working though.

He had to find an alternative and fast. Preferably before you find out he never mailed that letter, and definitely before you storming into the building with a torch and gasoline.

“I don’t even LIKE Dairy Queen!” You shouted in the middle of the house, folding your arms with a pout. “I DON’T EVEN LIKE —"

“Who are you talking to?” Joel asks, bringing you your lemonade. 

“The Dairy Gods.” You drop your voice to a whisper, “Maybe they’ll think if I’m not on to them, they’ll bring it back.”

You were officially going insane.

So Joel started asking around. Something that only had good reputation, welcoming to kids and adults, extended hours… None of his friends had any idea. Even Tommy, so immune to your wrath, asked simply "What about that dairy queen next to your--"

"Don't even say it."

He needed some inside scoop (sigh) from some hardcore locals...

He slides a crisp $5 bill to the one 7 year old boy down the block. “What you got?” Joel asks, looking around as if they’re making a criminal deal.

“I know a place…” he brags, checking the authenticity of the bill.

“Ain’t got all day kid. Where?”

“It’s called Clive’s…Clive’s Creamery.”

Joel hadn’t heard of it. “S’good?”

“The BEST.”

“How about chocolate? They got that?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“You wanna make the drive out there and find out?”

Joel grits his teeth and ponies up another $5.

The kid flicks it satisfyingly. “Chocolate is their speciality. I recommend the milkshakes…I’m sure there’s one for ya lady.”

Joel rubs his curly head with a stern look. “Alright. Get on ya bike. And don’t be coming’ over to my house in 9 months askin’ if my newborn can play with ya. You’re too old.”

“Likewise, silver!” The kid shouted, poking his tongue out before peddling away on his bike.

Joel scoffed, but then took a moment to feel his beard and stubble…wondering if those stray grays were getting less stray…

-

Gentleman Joel helped you into the passenger seat.

“Where we goin’? You ask, cooke crumbs cascading from your open mouth and all over the car seat.

He settles in and turns on the car.

He smirks. “Somewhere new. Its gonna be a surprise, baby—“

You grip his hair and yank him down to your nose. “Don’t pull this shit Miller, tell me where ya takin’ me,” you growl.

“ICE CREAM.  ITS ICE CREAM!” He shouts, and you quickly let go.

“Ooh yay!” You clap your hands together and face forward, excited once again.

It’s a 12 minute drive, not nearly as long as he thought. He’s taking a big risk, bringing you here without testing the goods first.

God, those $10 bucks he lost to that kid better have been worth it…

He parks along the side of the street. The shop is small on the outside, almost unnoticeable amongst the rows of boutiques and thrift stores.

He opens the door for you, and is instantly greeted by a heavenly, sweet, but tolerable gust of chocolate scented air.

Your jaw drops: “THE MOTHERSHIP!”

The place looked like Willy Wonka’s Chocolate factory.  Rows of handmade bite sized sweets and candy encrusted chocolate bars, with walls adorned with endless tubes of M&M’s, truffles, and caramel bites. The main eye catcher was the handmade ice cream section right in the middle with its rumbling state of the art soft serve machine and benders running a hundred miles a minute whipping up a decadent array of all sorts of flavors.

Joel should have paid that kid $50.

He loses you for just a moment ,but you’re already repeating your order while looking at the board at the cashier. “Yes the—Fudge Cookie Dough Chocolate Gooey Fantasy milkshake please. Can you add extra rainbow sprinkles?”

That sounds like death in a cup, Joel thinks.

She rings it up. “That’s $11.98.”

Your feet immediately shuffle to Joel.

It takes him a second to clear his ear out. “12 bucks for a milkshake??” He says a little too loudly. 

You stare at him with incessant, almost deadly eyes.

“I mean yeah. Here—“ he hands the cash.

They whip it up in no time. You’re too giddy standing at the receiving window, foots stammering back and forth like a little marcher as you’re handed an absolute chocolate monstrosity in a tall glass.

You tear the straw wrapper with your teeth, puck it in, and take that first sip.

This better have been worth it…

He waits for your reaction.

At first, nothing, but then a shiver runs through your entire body, not quite like a cold one but like an orgasm resetting your brain.

“Joel.”

“Yeah? How is it?”

“Let’s go home.”

“Why? What’s wrong.”

“Take me home now.”

Ah shit, it wasn’t good? What now? Why—“

“I want you to fuck me in the ass while I drink this—“

He covers your lips with his burly hand. “Alright just—lets use quiet voice—“

But you mumble through, with no care: “I want your big fat meaty cock absolutely devastating my pussy and rearranging my guts while I drink this, and then I’ll give you the sloppiest hand job known to man—“

He’s pushing you out the door as quickly as possible.

Guess even when it’s a good experience, he still shouldn’t be bringing you out in public.

You slurp your creamy shake all the way home. At one point, you offer him some, and he gladly dips his head so his tongue can capture the straw. He’s dying to know what all the fuss is about, especially since you’re rubbing on hand on your crotch while the other holds the shake.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t even have a second to start sucking before you pull it out of his mouth. “Don’t drink it all!” You scold, sucking it back down for yourself. 

Anyway, you two end up having some of the best sex of your life. 

And Joel learns $12 for a milkshake is a fantastic deal.

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[girliism]

priest in training au

church bells sounded all throughout campus. parents, grandparents, siblings, aunts and uncles all flooded in to watch this year’s graduating class take their final vows. you could hear the rustling of bodies as people filed in to take their seats. you stopped nervously picking at the skin around your finger nails, when one of the sisters called for the row you were in to walk out and take your seats.

you could feel the weight of your parents proud gazes on you when you took your seat. their bright smiles and little waves trying to get your attention. you could also feel art’s eyes on you from where he sat.

the priest called for everyone to take their seats so the ceremony could start. one by one people left their seats to make their final vow while you, along with some others stayed seated.

when it was over and you stepped out of the church into the fresh air you felt…lighter. the anxiety that was coursing through you eased away. the choice you made wasn’t that of a bad one and you felt content with it.

your name being called pulled you from your thoughts.

“what happened, why didn’t you take your vow? i thought that’s what you wanted.” your mother cradled your face in her hands. “i thought so too, but i…i changed my mind if that’s ok.” your mom nodded in understanding. “at least you made it further than i did.” you cracked a smile. “well can we at least get a picture with you in your outfit.” your father flagged down another one of the parents to hold the camera.

out the coner or your eye you could see art with his family. his grandma reaching up to hug him and pat reassuring pats on his cheeks. feeling your familiar stare on him art raised his head catching your eyes. he gave he you a soft smile a small wave that you returned before putting your attention back on your parents.

-

you entered the boys dorm house using the entrance art showed you. the halls were quiet and the rooms mostly empty, everyone having packed and went home with their families by now.

you landed two soft knocks on art’s door before entering at the sound of his voice.

“hey.” art greeted you when you walked into his room. “you looked really nice today.” you felt your face heat up at the compliment that you returned.

“how did you family take you not taking your vow?” you asked him. art let out a sigh. “well, my grandmother was a little disappointed but she understood.”

you nodded, walking closer to art. “i know this isn’t the last time we’ll see each other but there’s something i want to say.” art motioned for you to go on. you fiddled nervously with your fingers behind your back before clear your throat. “i want to have sex with you art donaldson…. right now.”

art stood unmoving in front of you. taking his silence as rejection you started shaking you head. “or it doesn’t have to be now or ever, and we can just forget the complete fool i’ve made of myself-” art’s lips on your shut up your rambling. “yes, fuck yes.” was all art said before pulling you back in the kiss.

the kiss was messy, and eager. art’s teeth knocking against yours, you could barely catch your breath before art was pushing his tongue into your mouth.

you let art take control, letting him walk your body towards his bed until the back of your knees hit the edge.

art broke the kiss holding your face in his hands. “are you really sure you wanna do this.” you could hear the sincerity in his voice, his words, making your choice an easy one. “yeah, yes.” you nodded moving in for another kiss.

art pushes you on to the bed climbing on top of you. he moves the kiss from your lips to neck, sucking lightly. with slightly shaky hands, he unbuttoned your top throwing it somewhere in the room and removed your skirt and tights. art practically rip off his own clothes before removing your under clothes.

you’ve been naked in front of art many times but your heart still beats like crazy under his gaze.

art couldn’t believe this was happening right now. you, the girl he’s been dreaming of since he step foot on this campus was now laid out so pretty for him. your body bare, your hair released from it’s bun and flowing over his pillows, your breath uneven with want. he was in fucking heaven.

“i have to prep you first, ok.” this part was never shown in the porn art liked to watch, but patrick told him that it was important.

“o-ok.” you replied sucking in a break when art ran two fingers up the opening of your cunt before sliding them in.

you let out light sighs that got louder while art worked his fingers in and out of you until you walls seemed to relax around him.

“mmm, i want you now, art.” your hips bucked

he would have liked to spend a little more time on readying you, but you were pleading for him and he just couldn’t deny you.

art pulled his fingers free and moved to take off his boxers but paused. condoms, shit. he could only pray that patrick left some behind when reached over to patrick’s nightstand drawer it was empty. save for the brand new box of condoms his friend left behind with a little sticky note on it.

“just in case ;)”

“thank you, patrick.” art muttered, pulling one out of the box.

for some reason art seemed bigger than usual when pulled off his underwear and rolled on the condom. you already struggled to take his fingers at times so this was intimidating.

“um, art?” your voice was shy. “i don’t think you’ll fit.”

art had to bite back the smirk forming on his face from your comment. “it will.” he nodded rubbing soothing circles on your hips. “just might hurt a little at first.”

you said a silent prayer in your head when art’s bulbs tip probed at your entrance. the sting of your walls stretching around art’s length had you hissing and gripping at art’s wrist. when he finally bottomed out he had to take a moment to stop himself from fucking you like crazy.

art looked down at your scrunched face.

“are you ok? we can stop.”

you nodded your head. “i’m— i’m ok. wanna do this.”

art took hold of your left hand in his, placing your interlocked fingers next to your head. “gonna move now.” he pulled out leaving just the tip in before pushing back in with a firm thrust. soft moans get punched out of you every time art’s hip met yours.

art fucked you at a slow pace, letting you get used to the feeling. when you got used to it you wanted more.

“f-faster art. want you to go fast.” you whispered. art was happy to oblige, rolling his hips faster and harder. “fuck, you’re taking me so well.” art groaned. “always knew you would.” you were squeezing him tight, and if not for the condom he would be able to feel how wet you were inside for him.

your body tensed with pleasure and you let out a loud moan when the head of art’s cock hit against a certain spot inside you.

“feels so good.” your eyes fell shut. “don’t s-stop, please.”

art scoffed a laugh. “wasn’t going to.” he looked down at flushed face, your lips parted with moans spilling from them. he trailed his eyes lower catching sight of how you tits bounced freely from the force of his thrust. not being able to resist he sucked one nipple then the other into his mouth.

“you’re so pretty like this.” art said through his own moans. “always seeming so sweet and innocent, but you’re here falling apart my cock.” you whined wrapping your legs around his waist, feeling his dick push deeper in you at the new angle.

“oh fu-ck.” you threw your head back, digging your nails into the back of art’s hand. “think i’m close, art.”

“touch yourself.”

your free hand immediately flew to rub fast circles on your clit.

art held your face in his hand, force the two of you to hold eye contact. the same intense emotion swirling around in both your lust filled gazes.

the closer you got to cumming the closer you wanted to be to art. wrapping your arms around his shoulder pulling his chest to press against yours in a kola like hug.

art dropped his head to connect your lips together in a feverish kiss. every inch of your bodies were touching, your moans were were muffled into each other mouth, the sound of art’s skin beating against yours drowned out the soft clinking your both your cross necklaces hitting each other.

“gonna c-um.” your breathing picked up. art slide a hand in between your bodies to flick his thumb over your clit with the right amount of pressure that had you eyes rolling back, your back arching up, and your walls clenching tight around his dick. you came hard with a series of loud breathy moans.

art slowed down his thumb movements and fucked you through your orgasm with long hard thrust, pushing himself over the edge shortly after you. “h-holy shit.” his hips stilled and he dropped his head to rest on your shoulder.

“you did so good.” he spoke lowly in between the kisses you smushed all over your face.

-

the two of laid there on art’s twin sized bed, your cheek resting against his chest, and your legs tangled together.

“did you like it?”

art’s voice broke through the silence. you stopped fiddling with the chain around his next. “a lot more than i probably should have.” you felt his chest shake with a small laugh.

you moved to be laying next to him, face to face. you took in his slightly disheveled features. art brought his thumb up to move an imaginary piece of hair off your cheek, letting his finger linger.

“i really like you art donaldson.” you whispered like it was a secret. art places a kiss on your nose and then a soft slow one on your lips. “i really like too.”

-

tis the end of an era :( is you ever have freaky or sweet thoughts about them spam.

[bookworrm1999]

How Far Away? Part 10

Caleb x Mc

Tags: unplanned pregnancy, presumed death, depression, miscommunication

Summary: Mc and Caleb fight right before he goes on a long mission into space. Caleb ends up MIA while Mc finds out she's pregnant. She struggles to deal with the grief while Caleb is fighting for his life to make it back home to her.

AO3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12

Caleb and you were back in your old apartment in Linkon, a thin layer of dust covered everything as you had been living exclusively at Caleb’s house for a few months now.

You were back in Linkon for your anatomy scan, after the scan, you were going to meet up with Sylus.

Hopefully, he’d be able to help find Ever’s old research in the abandoned buildings of the N109 zone. You were also hoping to ask if he would help Caleb, Sylus’s proficiency in programming and machines would surely help with Caleb’s arm and chip.

It was a few hours until your anatomy scan and you were trying to pack up your apartment. Moving in with Caleb permanently seemed to be the best option now. Keeping an eye on each other but also letting Caleb be there for you, experiencing pregnancy in person rather than over video.

You started to zip your clothes up in vacuum sealed bags, Caleb was taking all of your decorations and putting them in boxes to go to Skyhaven.

Your furniture was going into storage via a moving team later today until you could figure out what you wanted to keep.

With your situation being the way it was, you had contacted your captain and let her know about the situation. Well a watered down version anyway.

She had set up a long distance link to your laptop so that you could work from home for the foreseeable future. You wouldn’t be heading out into the field any time soon.

Things were wrapping up quickly but you did send a message to Tara letting her know what was happening. You had been ignoring her but she was your friend and deserved more than silence.

You messaged Xavier too, letting him know you were moving.

Telling Zayne could come later as you had a meeting with him too.

Finishing your room up, you slowly pulled yourself up off the floor to stand. Groaning as the shift in your center of gravity made it harder to do anything.

Caleb heard this and came running in.

“What’s wrong? The baby ok?”

Laughing and waving him off, you defend yourself

“This is normal in pregnancy, you’re going to have to get used to that. Everything is different, I can’t move fast, get up and down quickly, and my body has weird aches and pains now.”

He comes over to lay a hand on your belly, rubbing it gently.

“I don’t know if I want to get used to you being in pain. I hate that I can’t do anything.”

“Sure you can! You can give me massages, make food for me, rub my feet, get me whatever I need.”

Raising an eyebrow, he laughs

“Sounds more like I’m your personal assistant than your boyfriend. But if you need a massage, I can give you a good one… from the inside.” Waggling his eyebrows in suggestion.

You two hadn’t gone further than kissing and cuddling the past two days. Caleb joked about it but he was the one who was nervous about crossing that line now.

Poking his stomach, making it flinch instinctually

“Uhuh, it’s been so long, I don’t even know if you can get it up anymore. I can’t even remember what it feels like.”

Turning, you raise your hands and shrug dismissively.

Hands come around you and pull you back, his mouth against your neck, hot air tickling you as he speaks.

“Oh you’re going to regret that.”

“Down boy, keep it in your pants until tonight. We still have work to do. The appointment is in an hour.”

Caleb sighs, kissing you before letting you go.

“Aye aye captain.”

**

Arriving at Akso Hospital with Caleb in tow made you inexplicably happy inside.

Maybe it was because everytime that you had come here in the past months had been by yourself, experiencing your baby growing all on your own.

Having him here now felt like a miracle after thinking he was dead once again.

You were called back into the ultrasound room where a technician awaited you.

They directed you until you were all set up, shirt up with jelly on your belly.

And there they were, the cutest little baby.

Caleb let out a loud whoosh of air as he experienced this for the first time in person

Squeezing your hand, you squeezed back as he held a hand to his eyes. Tears leaking out of the corners as emotions overwhelmed him.

“We’re making our own little family.” He whispered

“That’s right baby, just us against the world.” You raised his hand and kissed it gently, rubbing his knuckles with your other hand, grounding him in the moment.

“Alright Mom and Dad, ready to hear the baby’s heartbeat?”

“Yes!” You both answer enthusiastically. The fast little heartbeat filling the room, making this moment all the more real.

“Now before I forget and let it slip my mind, are we finding out the gender today?”

You had opted to wait until the anatomy scan instead of finding out via blood tests earlier. Wanting Caleb to be a part of the big moment. Looking at each other, you both knew the answer.

“Yes.”

“Great! It looks like you’re having a little girl. Congratulations!”

A girl, the thoughts of the future you want to come about play in your mind. You wanted to protect the phantom of your daughter playing in your mind.

Seeing her play outside in the garden, hopping after grasshoppers, picking flowers to put in the middle of the table, dancing with daddy while wearing mommy’s too big shoes.

She deserved a safe place to grow up and as her mom and dad, you two had to work hard at this plan to provide that for her.

Looking at Caleb, you could tell he was having similar thoughts.

So you squeezed his hand,

“A girl!”

“I hope she looks like you.”

“I hope that she looks like both of us.”

“Fair point.”

**

The rest of the anatomy scan went well and you headed to a small cafe nearby.

All of the info that Sylus needed and your proposal in a folder in your bag.

Caleb was taking backseat in this but he offered emotional support.

Sometimes you really did think of him like an emotional support dog.

Sitting at a table, you patiently waited for Sylus while Caleb grabbed you a sandwich and a lemonade for you from the counter.

“Hello kitten.”

Looking up, Sylus was there, taking up all the presence in the room.

Your sandwich and drink were smacked down in front of you, Caleb sat roughly beside you.

Not saying a word but crossing his arms, staring distrustfully at Sylus.

You patted his thigh, reminding him silently to loosen up. Sylus was a big part of making your plan succeed after all, not to mention Sylus wasn’t really threatening despite appearances. Feeling Caleb loosen up beneath your hand, you turned your eyes back to Sylus.

His eyes had been tracking all of your movements, he smiled and sat down.

“How have you been?”

“I’m surprised you don’t already know with how you keep an eye on things. I’ve seen Mephisto in the vicinity here in Linkon.”

“You forget that you’ve been out of town often for the past few months.”

“Still.” You wave your hand at him disbelieving.

“ I did notice that you had been visiting the hospital and that you haven’t been working, so I assumed it had to be something with your heart.”

“Well, not quite.”

You stood up and pulled your coat back to expose your burgeoning belly.

The only tell in his expression was his eyes widening as he took in the sight of your pregnancy.

“I see, how did this happen?”

Laughing at the question, “What do you mean, how did it happen? The way it usually happens.”

“I’m just surprised, I didn’t think you were looking to settle down like this so soon.”

“It was a surprise but a happy one.” You reached up and grabbed Caleb’s hand. “We’re very happy but that’s what leads me to why I called you out here.”

“And?”

“It’d be better if you just saw for yourself.” You handed over the information and the proposed plan in the folder.

His eyes quickly scanned the papers, taking it in fast as expected of the leader of Onychinus.

“And you need my help?”

“Yes, they’re not just threatening Caleb and I, but also our baby. We could use your technical expertise in helping with his arm and chip, Phillip’s help too if possible.”

“I don’t know much about these programs. Ever keeps these under tight control. But you must have some way to get them or this plan wouldn’t go far.”

“They’re actually right under your nose Sylus, their old labs that have their notes on the old experiments are in the N109 zone. Caleb will be getting the notes on his arm and chip himself.”

“Hmmm, I can see that this would also benefit me and finally have something to hold over them. This research into protocores in humans is definitely interesting. Perhaps this will let me pay back the favor they bestowed upon us when they framed me for those explosions so long ago.”

“Yes, I’m hoping that this provides some incentive for you. We will take care of some of the people behind it all but the company will still exist; you’d just have to deal with them running around with the head cut off.”

“Very well, I accept. I can assist with the search in the N109 zone for the labs.”

“You’ll be working with Caleb mostly, it’s not safe for me to be out pregnant anyway but we also don’t want Ever to get wind of our connection or my pregnancy.”

The two men size each other up, knowing each other through hearsay and their own investigation but never really crossing paths.

“Can I trust you two to play nice?”

Sylus smiles and leans back nonchalantly, crossing a leg over his knee and crossing his arms.

“I’m always a perfect angel.”

Caleb snorts but agrees to play nice.

“Perfect!”

Sylus gets up to leave, taking the folder with him. He stops and looks back at you, eyes lingering on your hidden belly below the table.

“Congratulations.” His voice sounding a bit choked and sad, not really matching his words. You smiled and thanked him anyway.

Leaving you and Caleb behind, you picked up your sandwich and started eating.

“I don’t like him.”

“Is there anybody you like?”

“You and this sweet girl.” His hand brushing over your belly lightly.

You pout and whine

“I thought I was your sweet girl?”

“I can have two sweet girls!” He says alarmed

“Kidding, she’s my sweet girl too after all.”

Laughing at his sensitivity, he hated making you upset, he seemed to think you’d cry at the drop of a pin. Well, you did sometimes but he doesn’t have to point it out so much.

**

You and Caleb were waiting in your apartment for the movers to finish taking your stuff to storage. Arranging for Zayne to meet you here and thankfully his schedule happened to align.

Bringing your lemonade home from the cafe, you leaned against the kitchen counter while sipping it thoughtfully.

Sylus would certainly help but you’d most likely need Phillip’s help as well. He was a part of the team that Grandma worked on, he probably knew about Caleb too. Phillip working alongside Sylus to figure out the technical side was all they had to go on.

The real problem was where the work would take place, they’d need some time to study the research when they found it and study Caleb himself.

Caleb had that room in his home where he took care of his arm; but you don’t know if you could convince him to let three different people that he didn’t really trust into it.

The door was propped open as the movers took things out and to a van.

Zayne sidled through the door, looking around with a vague interest.

“I see you’re moving out.”

“Well, we’ve made it official after all. No sense in staying here or keeping it when I’m going to live with Caleb, raising a baby takes a lot of your time after all.”

“Right.”

Caleb stood in the corner, leaning against the wall and keeping a sharp eye on Zayne.

“So what is this about?”

You had prepared a different file for Zayne as you needed him for the more medical side of things.

Risking going to another doctor for help in taking out Caleb’s chip and anything that needed modifying physically with Caleb’s arm; it was out of the question.

Ever had their fingers in a lot of pies and you needed someone you could trust.

Sliding the folder over to him, you watched as he flipped through it. He frowned and looked between you and Caleb.

“I don’t have much experience in surgery in the brain, I could help with the arm but the brain isn’t my expertise.”

“I realize that but you’re one of the only people I know I can trust with this.”

Zayne sighs, bringing his fingers up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“It seems like there’s a big overarching story to this, do I even want to know?”

“It’s up to you, I’m willing to tell you but we really do need your help.”

“I suppose I can do some research and practice into refining my surgical techniques for the brain. But you have to realize that this will be a big risk for you.” Zayne looks to Caleb for this.

Caleb nods

“I know. But to make sure she’s safe and our baby is safe, I’m willing to risk it.”

“You’re always willing to risk yourself. It drives me nuts.”

“You love me.”

“Unfortunately.” You sigh, not really meaning it.

Zayne looks vaguely uncomfortable, turning his head to the side to clear his throat.

“I appreciate your trust and faith in me. I will do my best to fulfill them.”

“Thank you Zayne, I know this is a lot to ask but we do appreciate it. We’ll contact you when we’re ready for your help.”

“Right, I’ll get going then.”

He turns and heads out the door without another word. A mover comes in after him, picking up a table before heading back down.

Caleb comes over to you, sliding an arm around your waist. Pulling your back into his chest and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Well, we got the help we need. Now we just need to move forward with the rest of the plan.”

“Right, Sylus will conduct the search in the N109 zone for now but you said that you’ll be heading to meet the Professor next?”

“Yes, he’s one of the people who worked on upgrading my arm and implanting the chips. The rest of the research we need will be with him.”

“Will you kill him then?” Talking about murder so casually was a bit unnerving but it was necessary.

“Maybe, I need to make it look like an accident so that Ever’s head won’t go into hiding or become suspicious.”

“Things are moving so fast now.”

“They need to.” His hand cupped your belly protectively, a visible timer for their plan

**

Caleb had liaised with Sylus recently, Sylus had found the old labs with little issue. The paper copies sent to them for safe keeping while the digital copies were destroyed on the old computer. Ever would never get their hands on their old research, finding it a lot harder to recreate what they considered to be a success in experiment 001.

He was standing outside the Professor’s home, everyone else out except for his target.

Sylus had provided him with a drive that he could plug into the computer, it would copy everything and then kill the original system, wiping it all.

It made Caleb itch to rely on Sylus like this but the truth was that he had better access to the black market than Caleb did.

She trusted him and Caleb trusted her.

Taking a deep breath, he fell back into his role of obedient attack dog, the Farspace Fleet’s Colonel.

Stepping into this house for what hopefully was the last time, all he could feel was a sense of anticipation and anxiousness. All he had to do was get in, copy the drive and find a way to kill the Professor without suspicion.

Everything depended on how well this went.

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No Leftovers

Jay Halstead x Voight Daughter Reader (Nicknamed Little Bird/Birdie)

You make a move back home to Chicago and face your past. Along with it you meet your dad and Erin's unit which includes Jay Halstead. He pursues you but you are tired of coming in second to Erin.

Warnings: Erin is not the usual sweetheart and Voight has issues with his daughter

“So, I need some help” you knew as soon as you called Justin and said those words your brother would be on high alert. “What’s wrong Birdie?” you laughed lightly “Not like that Justin. I got a new job” 

You heard him audibly sigh a breath of relief “Lead with that. Had me wondering how me and Al are gonna make it to Boston in enough time to cover up whatever happened” you laughed lightly “Well it’s good news because I get to see you more regularly but unfortunately it also means I’m going to have to be working with dad and Erin” he sucked in air between his teeth “Shit, little sister. You’re the new A.D.A they hired?” “That’d be me. I need a place so think you could help me out?” he chuckled “I’m guessing you don’t want dad to know?” 

When you answered with silence he laughed again “Ok then, I’ll call a few people. How are we doing this?” You looked around your apartment “The idea is that if you can find a place, I’ll just ship my stuff and if need be I can send you some money to help pay movers or something unbox” “You send your stuff, I’ll get the place set up. I’ll call you in a day or two” he told you and you smiled, you knew you could rely on Justin. “Thank you” “I got you baby sis” he replied before you told each other goodbye and hung up.

You sat down on the couch and looked around. You liked Boston, you really did but damn you missed Justin. You never got to visit your mom’s grave. You hadn’t seen Al and his family in years. Trudy had gotten married and you’d simply been able to send a gift. 

The pay was more in Chicago, the benefits were better and you got to be home. The only fall back was you had to work with your dad and his golden girl. You refused to let those two keep you away from Chicago and your brother any longer.

“I’ll be fine Justin” you were trying to convince him that you would be ok. He’d managed to not only find you a decent place in a decent neighborhood, within your price range but he’d set it up himself to have it ready for you and had kept you a secret for the last two weeks while you ran around signing off on your paperwork with the district’s attorney office and just getting adjusted to being home.

You didn’t need him to take the day off his job to hold your hand on your first day. Just because the D.A. decided to throw you to the wolves from the word go. You parked in front of the twenty-first precinct, grabbed your briefcase and climbed out of your suv and headed for the door.  You squared your shoulders as you opened the door, fuck your dad or Erin. This was your job. 

________________________

The moment you stepped in you heard Trudy’s voice “Oh my god. Birdie?” she was around the desk and pulling you into a hug before you knew it. You couldn’t help but smile at seeing at least one friendly face from the start. “Hey Trudy. Did you get my wedding gift?” she nodded “Thank you so much for the tickets to the bahamas. We had an amazing time” you shrugged “Least I could since I couldn’t make it back”

“I’ve missed seeing you” she told you once she let you go and you motioned with your briefcase “Well good news. You’ll be seeing a lot more of me. I’m here because I’m the new A.D.A. I was assigned the most recent case intelligence worked so I need to speak with a detective Halstead” she nodded “Come on, I’ll walk you up”

______________________

You followed her up the stairs and she stopped at the palm scanner then held the gate for you once it popped. “I wish you wouldn’t have stayed gone so long” you shrugged “I never meant to, just things happened” “I know sweetie” she replied as the two of you made it to the top of the stairs and damn near every set of eyes landed on you.

“Who are you?” one man asked and you had to admit he was good looking, probably older than you with tattoos sticking out of the sleeve of his shirt. You were about to introduce yourself when Al stepped around the corner “Little bird!” and quickly made it across the floor to pull you into his arms. 

The commotion of someone new must have summoned everyone because two more men stepped out of the break room then your dad and Erin stepped out of his office. You felt yourself stiffen your spine immediately. “Birdie, what are you doing here?” he asked and you laughed lightly “Hey to you too dad”

“Dad?” all four men and the other woman who’d just come up the stairs behind Trudy echoed. You cut your eyes around the room and held your arms out “Surprise. Also I’m your new A.D.A.” 

“You’re the new A.D.A.?” Erin asked and you cut your eyes at her “Yeah Lindsay. Why?” she shrugged “Just curious” you didn’t want to rise to the bait. “They sought me out and offered me twice my salary in Boston. Was worth it” you turned back to your dad “I’ve been assigned your most recent case. I need to prep your detective before court is the only reason I am here. The sooner I can do that, the sooner I can leave”

He held your eyes for just a second before nodding and waving one of the men over. When he got to you he smiled slightly and offered his hand “Jay Halstead ma’am” you nodded “Just A.D.A. Voight is good” he was handsome. Six foot, seafoam blue eyes and a smile to die for but you’d heard the name from Justin. This was your dad’s pick to take over the unit one day. “Want to speak in the break room. It will only take about fifteen minutes then you can get on with your day” he nodded “Of course” and waved a hand towards the break room.

When you started to walk away your dad called your name and you cut your eyes back “I’m at work sergeant. I’ll call you later” he nodded so you walked into the break room, pulling the file you needed from your briefcase and sat across from Jay.

______________________

You ran through the line of questioning you would do, the probable line of questioning the defense would take and made sure Jay was ready for any angle. When you were certain he was you stood, tucking everything into your briefcase. “I’ll see you in court” he watched you stand “I never knew Voight had a daughter” you scoffed “Not a biological one anyways?” he looked over his shoulder to where Erin had just walked past the open door. “Yeah”

You shrugged “We drifted after my mom got sick. Then when she died, it was only worse. Anyway, I’ll see you in court detective. Wear a suit and keep the temper I’ve heard about in check and we should be fine”  “Yes ma’am. Was nice meeting you Y/N”

You walked out of the break room and nodded to Kim, Adam, Kevin and Antonio in turn “It was nice to meet you all” then headed for the steps. Not looking back when you heard your dad’s office door open. You’d spent years begging for scraps of affection from that man after your mom’s passing. You were done. Justin had one too many yelling matches with him on your behalf. He had his golden girl, the detective. You were just you.

You walked down the steps and smiled at Trudy “I’m back in town so we need to get together soon” she nodded “I’d love that” you gave her your number then headed back outside. You would be glad to get back to the office.

You laughed at Justin’s face. His girlfriend Olive had made dinner and it was really good but bless your brother when he’d attempted to add salt he’d not checked to make sure the lid of the shaker was secure so now his plate was effectively ruined. “You want the rest of mine?” you offered and Olive shook her head with a laugh “There’s more Birdie. I’ll get him more” he looked at her “I’ll get it. You and Birdie talk”

He’d wanted you and her to get to know each other better. You’d solely spent time with the two of them since coming back home anyways. Justin was the only person in your corner and Olive didn’t know the same people you did so there was no chance of her accidentally busting you out. 

“Have you talked to Hank anymore?” she asked and you grimaced “Beyond the phone call to ask why I didn’t let him know I was moving back? No. I have court tomorrow though with one of his detectives to close a case” Justin walked back into the room and sat down next to you “How did Erin treat you?” you cut your eyes at him and he grinned slightly “That good huh?” you laughed “Sibling rivalry? I guess. I don’t mean to feel how I do but damn I am his daughter not her” Justin nodded “I know but that’s on him. You’re amazing birdie. If dad can’t see what type of woman you’ve become don’t let that affect you. I’m proud of you and mom would be” you smiled at him “Thank you Justin” he nodded “Now eat” you rolled your eyes “Yes big brother” and that made Olive laugh.

Jay normally hated being on the witness stand but with you as the A.D.A.? He was mesmerized watching you work. You owned the courtroom. He’d never seen anything like it. You had the defense attorney floundering and when you questioned him he found himself biting the urge to follow your steps with his eyes as you walked. Where the hell had you practiced law before now? 

Once the questioning was handed over to the defense attorney he watched you play with a pencil and knew when you grinned and called an objection that the defense had stumbled themselves even before the judge called a sustained

The final conviction came down and you’d gotten the highest for the perp. He’d killed two women in the process of  trafficking victims. He would never see the light of day as a free man again.

Somehow you’d gotten talked into going out to a bar called Mollys. Apparently a couple of the firefighters from Fifty one owned it. Good enough for you. You were sitting by yourself at the bar when Jay walked up next to you “Can I sit A.D.A. Voight?” you rolled your eyes “Everyone calls me Birdie, Jay” he grinned “Birdie”

He sat down and looked at you “You were amazing in court yesterday” you nodded “Working in Boston will do that to you. That’s a huge circuit” he shrugged “Still, I have to admit that was the first time I didn’t hate being in court. You’re something to watch” 

You raised an eyebrow “Jay are you trying to compliment me?” he nodded “I am actually” you laughed “Thank you I guess?” he grinned “Plus you’re the prettiest D.A. that I’ve ever been questioned by” you shook your head “and you work for my dad” he shrugged “Not working right now. Let me buy you a beer” 

“Ok” you agreed and he smiled “Ok” and waved Herrman over to order two beers.

______________________

You were talking to Jay for the better part of two hours. You had to admit he wasn’t just a pretty face. He seemed like a decent guy too. He was sweet and easy to talk to. “So, is there any way I can get your number?” he asked and you shrugged “Why not” 

You’d just gotten through giving him your number when Justin sat down on your other side, death glaring at Jay “Foster sister wasn’t enough? You had to go for Birdie too?”

@desimarie12

You looked from Justin to Jay. “What’s he mean?” Justin nodded at Jay “Loverboy didn’t tell you? Him and Erin were a thing” your head swung around towards Jay “What?” he cut his eyes towards Justin “Like two years ago!” you shook your head and stood up “Take me home Justin” and looked back at Jay “I spent my childhood getting Erin’s hand me downs, I don’t need or want anymore. Forget I gave you my damn number” and stormed out. 

Friends?

[keelt9]

Chapter 3

Masterlist

A/N: Schedule back to normal 😉

Learning through small notes.

We heard that if you write things in small notes it helps you to remember and it could be a helpful tactic of studying, that’s exactly the way they learn about each other.

“Are you smiling?” Joe blinks, raising his head clearing his throat.

The beginning of the OTAS is a couple of days ahead, still he's been immersed in all the things he can, talking and training with his teammates, letting them know he's ready to go. Also taking his free time with family and friends before being completely absorbed.

“No…I mean, yes, I'm pretty excited, that's all.” Joe tries to cover the small blue note but Ja’Marr nods while sitting in front of him.

In a blink of an eye he takes the small note from his hands and sees it. He chuckles, glancing at the red face of his friend in front of him. “A cube of ice?” 

Joe takes it back, unable to stop a smirk, seeing the cute draw of an ice cube shivering that has an onomatopoeia with the expression of <Brrr.>

“That girl huh?” Chase knows about the notes, they talk to each other through them and the fact any of them has plans to meet each other in person, soon.

“I told her one of the nicknames.” Joe found the note and the least thing he expected was the small drawing on it.

“Right.” He sat with his arms over the table. “You don't even think it's time to meet her? Like face to face.” 

Of course Joe is thinking about that but he quits at the next second, he believes this comfort and joy could be lost the second she sees him.

He found a friend that, even though she doesn't know who actually is, takes her time to write every morning to remind him to take care of himself.

Joe clicks his tongue folding the note before ordering their dinner. “She's great, that's all it matters to me.”

And it is, the way she expresses writing or drawing he just feels it, and come one, having a dog with such a cheerful mood and health it’s only more things in her favor.

“Right?” Joe asked as he threw the black frisbee.

Monet is growing chippier and happy, the puppy he met you can always find him in those black eyes but now in a bigger body and strong body. 

Monet grabs it in the air, landing with elegance on the floor running back to Joe; he pats his head after he leaves the frisbee in his hands.

“Good job.” Joe sits on the bench. “What do you think? Is it right to meet her? You know, find your owner.” 

If Joe had his eyes on him, Joe could have noticed Monet's head went straight when he mentioned her, by the time he mentioned find, Monet takes his cap running with it.

Joe believes he's just playing around until Monet keeps running far and far away.

“Ok, ok, I got it, it's a no.” Joe says when Monet stops next to a tree still a little bit far away from his hand. “Come on boy, give me that.”

Monet runs back when Joe approaches him, every time.

The gasps with the sound of paws against the rocks makes Y/N turn around, finding Monet with a black cap on his snout.

She turns around leaving the notebook on the bench, with just a few lines of the trees and the small leaves growing up in a beautiful green.

“Oh no.” Monet puts the cap next to her before taking a few sips of water from the small bowl next to her. 

Y/N grabs the cap and shakes her head. “Who?” 

Monet has this way of asking things if you’re distracted, taking something you're using before running and leaving it next to the things he wants.

“Monet!” A male voice draws her attention. “Come on buddy! I get it!”

Y/N looks at Monet who barely moves, just puts his eyes on her moving his tail. 

“Mon…” A blonde guy appears in the path wearing a pink hoodie and black pants. 

Y/N stands grabbing the hat, not before giving Monet quash eyes, he couldn't care less.

“This is yours?” Y/N extends the cap as they approach each other.

His eyes call for his attention, he has clear blue eyes.

“Yeah, thanks I'm sorry, we were playing and well…” The man takes it. “Thanks.”

She pressed her lips together. “I'm sorry Monet from time to time is a little bit naughty, just like when he was a baby.”

Joe nods, taking his cap, making his brain catch the last word. “Wait, baby?” Y/N nods. “Are you his owner?”

The fact he blinks multiple times after the second nod makes her smirk.

“I'm JB.” He's her note pawl.

She knew a long time ago, he's not a kid or a teenager, which she never expected… is a man, like the one she had in front of her eyes. 

“Oh.” Y/N shutter before speaking, moving her head one side to the other, confused and perplexed. “Am, I'm Y/N, Monet’s owner.”

The blue eyes hide when he smiles; she could swear she already has seen that tone of blue. Maybe in one of her works, or the sky but no, they’re similar but not the same.

Her phone ringing set the time to go, time to work. She turns it down, seeing Monet starts to look out for his leash. 

“Sorry, mmm, I have work to do and…” Turns around packing her things. “But it's been a pleasure, really.”

Y/N puts the blue leash on Monet collar, by the time her eyes land his wrist she remembers he mentioned he's been through a bad injury.

So, she started to search for something in her bag. “Here.” 

A warm hot pad, she didn't realise when or why she bought it, but by the moment she arrives home with a couple of hot pads knows who it will belong to.

Joe looks utterly surprised for the way he carefully grabs it and smirks. “Put in the microwave and just relax your wrist over it and that's all.”

Y/N smiles. “Muscles relax.”

“Sounds easy.” Joe giggles.

“And it is really helpful.” Y/N closes her bag ready to go. “And before I forget, Monet won't come for a week.”

He raises his eyes right to hers. “He has an appointment with his vet, am, he will be neutered, prevent before regret.” 

Monet barks, making her giggle. “I know, you're already cursing me for that.” 

“Is he going to be ok?” Joe asked with concerned eyes.

“Yeah, don't worry, it's a simple process, by the end of the next week, he will be back.” Y/N pats his head.

“Can I help you with something?” The word of Ja’Marr about sounds expensive starts to hit him one more time.

Y/N shakes her head. “Just be here to keep playing with my dog.”

“Count with that.” Y/N chuckles before finally leaving.

“Bye JB.” Joe waves his hands before rubbing Monet's head.

“See you soon buddy.” The reaction of Money for licking his hand softly as the fact he didn't wipe was enough to move something in her heart.

That night, laying in her bed with Monet beds at her side breathing in peacefully, that memory brings a soft smile on her face before sleep.

“Rewind, one thing at the time.” Savannah said for Y/N repeated the details about how JB looks, typing in her phone.

She tells her everything she could remember trying to not miss any detail; the physical thing Savannah got it, still the fact she describes his laugh with a soft smile on her face, that makes her suspect. 

After she ends, Savannah raises her phone fearing her answer. “Is he?” 

“Yeah!” She walks with her until the door of her house. “You're good.”

Y/N sees the quivering in her nod making her narrow her eyes, there is something else.

“You already know him.” Savannah sometimes hates how easily Y/N reads her.

“Well, a lot of people know him.” Savannah takes her scarf hanging in it next to the door. “Nora, I'm here!”

Nora goes down running to the kitchen without expecting there will be already eyes on her arrival.

“You're kidding!”

Nora gulps when she sees Y/N turning around looking at her with a puzzled face. 

Joe was simply speechless when he saw her, just a second peer at her, combined with the word baby, and the fact she has a bandanna over her head, avoiding her hair falling over her face.

He ran out of words.

It was until she mentioned the vet thing that Chase words back hunting him and his lack of help.  Still she only asks that keep playing with her dog. 

By the time she gets lost among the trees he smirks seeing the hot pad in his hands. A warm touch.

Just like she said Monet didn't come for a week, but the next morning after his week off Monet goes a little bit slower than usual but happy and healthier.

“Hey!” Joe pats his head but Monet carefully takes things slowly. “Easy boy, easy, you just get through an important process.”

Monet laid down slowly, but clearly disturbed for the cone around his neck. “Let me see what you bring.”

Nothing around his collar, searching inside of his cone it’s kind of silly still he did it and he found nothing.

“Did it fall?” Monet gasps but he just laid down observing the blue sky.

No, it definitely doesn't.

It's been two weeks since any notes came along with Monet, Joe tried to go where Y/N is but every time he changes his mind at the last minute walking back to the bench where Monet refuses to walk away.

It seems for him it's also a bad idea.

“Joe! Easy man, it's training.” Yoshi claims after Joe throws a dime with more strength than usual making him almost lose his breath.

“Sorry, sorry.” Yoshi observes Joe one more time. It's weird he lost his focus in the middle of the practice. But, today, it's the third time since OTAS begins that Joe leaves breathless to more than one guy.

Yoshi like the others let it pass, probably fully focused on and thrilled for the season begins.

By the time the day ends Joe found Ja'Marr in the locker room, he isn't practicing but takes his time to be around the guys.

“Yoshi told me you left him breathless.” Chase couldn't avoid giggling when he told him in detail the dime rich to his stomach.

Joe scoffs but barely smiles. “I got distracted.”

“Spotted girl problems?” Joe bluffs, closing his locker giving him no answer. “Take it easy Joe. After all, you said you care about the dog.”

“I thought she could be a good friend, that's all.” Chase recognizes that, shoulders down, biting lip and fist tight.

Joe has created a soft spot for her, however it could be a one sided feeling.

“Anyway see you later buddy, I need a break.” They tingle their pink fingers before leaving.

Destiny has its particular ways of showing a path, it could be an object, a cloud, a soft breeze, a dog or whatever that crosses in front of you, you just have to pay attention to the details…

Or the street.

Joe was about to pass the library when he recognised the girl coming out, Nora; immersed in her phone, headphones and barely paying attention to her surroundings just when she's about to cross the street.

One block for her destiny a fancy car gets in her way. 

Just about to curse while she's taking her headphones, she realizes who's in the driver seat.

“Joe! Hi!” Joe couldn't help, he needs to now.

“Going somewhere?” Nora shakes her head. 

“Bus stop, I'm going home.” Joe fakes think like in his mind a thousand of answers are already formulated.

“I can give you a ride, it's ok.” Nora moves her head side to side, quivering.

Her sister was pretty clear even in between lines, she hasn't anything against Joe, just he's a person who lives in a totally different world and she must be cautious.

“Hmm…” Savannah mentions she knew it. “Getting me close is enough, thank you.”

The way she grips her bag is a sign that she’s holding back for not talking, one question and the words will flow like a river in a storm.

Joe noticed when they stopped in a red light. “I saw Mone, he’s pretty well after his neuter.” 

Nora nods. “Yeah, Y/N is meticulous with him, he never escapes from her eyes.”

“I can imagine, it’s been a while since I didn’t hear about her, she has a lot of work?” Nora bites her lip trying to distract in her phone. 

“No.” But she’s curious and a little bit chatty so she breaks after seeing the text of Y/N on her screen.

 >What do you want for dessert?

She’s coming for dinner with hers.

“Ok, I give up.” Nora closes her eyes praying for don’t get scolded… too soon. “Listen Joe, I know about the notes, and for sure I mustn't get involved but you’re a nice guy so…”

Joe giggles. “It’s ok, I’m pretty sure she’s shy and I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. I just wonder how she is.”

Nora scoffs. “Believe me Joe, Y/N is far away from being shy. She's mistrustful as hell plus she feels weird around people she doesn’t know.” 

Nora remembers the talk she heard between Savannah and Y/N. 

“She feels kind of awkward knowing you like your privacy and she invades with the notes, so she chose to keep at the out of, just letting Monte back like always.” Joe sees the path the GPS marks after Nora types her address.

“How do you know that?” He smiles, turning to the left where the residential zone is.

Nora scratches her head. “Oh, I… I was eavesdropping.” Joe laughs. “I didn’t mean it! Y/N came for her birthday two days ago and she and my sister were talking as they served the coffee and I wanted more water, so I accidently heard it.”

“It was her birthday?!” Joe is overreacting; he knows that but can’t help it.

Nora hits her forehead, she definitely speaks too much, seeing the familiar houses is her cue to go. “Here, you can leave me here.” 

The GPS indicates two more blocks. “Believe me Joe, if my sister sees this car and asks, she definitely knows I said more than I should.” 

Joe parks at his left, observing Nora open the door. “Hey, any advice?”

Nora can feel it, but that same feeling tends to go wrong. “Be you.” Nora sees the car of Y/N going straight forward, and she arrives. “Damn it! I have to go Joe, thank you!”

The spring is definitely here, you can see the big and green leaves in the trees and the fact Y/N brings a new canva with her, a new season.

“Ok, remember, we are only here for a short time, I have work to do.” Y/N said, taking the leash of Monet leaving it on the bench where she sits.

But Monet walks around sniffing until he finds the place where the sweet scene came; Y/N approaches seeing a small white box with a pink note on the top of it.

“You found it!” The voice of the Officer Lynch makes Y/N jump. “I've been keeping an eye before going home.”

“This is for me?” Y/N lifts the box. 

Officer Lynch grabs his bag next to the ree. “It’s for Monet’s friend.” Y/N tilt her head. “Have a good day Y/N, see you tomorrow.”

Y/N waves her hand before taking the note with a curious dog sitting in front of her. “What?” Monet barks at her. “Agh! Come on Monet!” But the dogs are similar to their owners.

Monet is so stubborn, he stands pushing the box. “You’re so wayward, know that.”

Y/N opens the box first, brownies, making her smirks. Then the small pink note.

 >I heard it was your birthday, happy birthday! 

  P.D You can share it with your friends, too much sugar.

The chocolate topic, she writes she loves and he remembers it.

“Is she even the one who brings Monet?” Joe bites his nails. “You definitely should think of that in the first place, Joe.”

Joe acts by instinct he knows that; just pass late night by his favorite bakery shop bought them, write the note early and the morning and procure leave it before Y/N arrives where she used to sit, with the need help of Officer Lynch.

What he didn't even think about was the small chance like she always tends to do when she had a lot of work, someone else takes Monte to the park.

The loud sniffing of Monet brings him back to the earth, Monet laid his head on Joe’s lap and Joe noticed he didn't bring the frisbee. 

“Hey buddy, where is the frisbee?” Joe kissed the top of his head. 

“I thought you don’t mind a little change of plans.” Joe hears his neck crack from turning around so quickly. Y/N is standing behind with two cups and the white box he left. 

Casually sits next to him. “I’m sorry for acting awkward it’s… Probably you want your privacy and I get involved with the notes, I don’t have any intention to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Nora has a good memory and ear. 

“But this definitely lets me know you’re not, right?” Y/N lifts the note, making Joe smirks

“We can say that.” Y/N nods, extending her hand. 

“Friends?” Monet is sitting observing the scene, especially the little bag his owner has in her bag. 

Joe smiles, seeing her hand with a couple of paper cuts, taking it and shaking it. “Friends.”

Y/N smiles. “Well, now share this with me, otherwise I have a chocolate coma.” Joe points to Monet. “Oh, I have his snack in my bag, don’t worry.”

Joe takes the cups and the box so she can take the snacks and give it one. “Oh, this is mine.” She takes the right cup. “That is a weird protein milkshake. I bought it from Mrs. Howk, tell me you tend to bring your cups.”

That’s why Monet hasn’t come, she’s buying drinks. 

“Am I that weird?” Y/N said, taking a sip of her coffee.

“NO! Why did you say that?” Joe giggles while taking a sip too, yes, just the one he orders. 

Monet laid in front of them letting the soft breeze and the sound of birds help him to rest, for today, any game is required. 

“You look at me with those eyes.” Joe shakes his head seeing to the blue sky he didn't notice but Y/N smiles at him softly tilting her head. 

He has pretty clear blue sky eyes, similar to the ocean.

[lemotmo]

https://www.tumblr.com/lemotmo/776032832624705536/ali-posted-this-ask-i-think-its-finally-sinking

Ok so it's not just me going crazy feeling like both of them pulled away from the fandom.

Like we had them liking buddie Halloween art and costumes and then suddenly 8A ended and it was like poof.

Buddie fandom. Who's that. Never heard of them lol.

But I guess it makes sense they would want to get some boundaries set up. They are going to be getting a lot of attention for sure.

But then I go around and around in my head on it because it's so clear from what we've seen like how much Oliver has wanted to engage with the fandom but couldn't/wouldn't because he didn't wanna be accused of queerbaiting when it wasn't going to happen. That now if it is you'd think he'd be wanting to engage even more instead of pulling back. So it just confuses me 😂

Well, I think this one is two-fold:

First, Lou and the Tommy fandom crossed too many lines and boundaries over the last year to the point where the show and ABC had to step in and take action.

They had to block some of these people on the official Instagram account for God's sake. That is not normal behaviour. And while I'm sure that they have had to block some more extreme Buddie fans in the past, it's nothing compared to droves of crazy people spamming each official post with inane and nonsensical hashtags about T and BT. Or them sending the showrunner, actors and crew crazy DMs about a fictional ship.

Lou made his unhinged cameos which really put Oliver in a tight spot. He got the brunt of the BT shit dumped on him, because Lou was talking to his side of the fandom and telling them his insane headcanons and lies, while Oliver didn't interact with the BT fans at all. The reason why Oliver didn't interact with these fans is because he knew that BT wouldn't last. He has spoken up before on the fact that he refused to bait people with a ship. But these people just didn't understand that and started blaming everyone under the sun (showrunners, actors and Buddie fans alike) for being homophobic and biphobic. We all do remember the crazy 4-hour long podcast where a few Tommies trashed Oliver, right?

Then there is the insane Ryan hate they keep advocating. They keep spewing out the most racist vile shit about the man. They question him being a good father and some of these people were actually talking about 'deporting' him out of the country. How is that normal???

So of course this will have consequences for the show and the actors. The actors have seen the darker side of fandom and have wisely stepped away and distanced themselves from that. It's natural and normal that they will be more cautious from here on out to interact with fans.

Second, Oliver has never shied away from openly telling people that he's all for Buddie happening. And just a couple of months ago, during 8a, in an interview with PinkNews, he openly talked about Buddie. So I don't think he's pulling away entirely here.

Buddie is happening in 8b, that much is clear. So obviously they want to build up the suspense around that. It's logical that they'll stay away from the Buddie-talk for a while up until the moment when it will be revealed that Buck's confusion in 7x04 was never really about Tommy, but about Eddie. (Oh sweet vindication! 😏)

So I do think that, as soon as it will become clear that Buddie is happening, both Oliver and Ryan will be more open towards the fandom again. They might not have crazy joint interviews anymore where they reveal how they send each other edits and how they cry in the shower over them. But I do think they'll discuss the fandom in a more appreciative way and that they might again like some fanart and stuff online.

They know very well just how long we've been patiently waiting on the sidelines for Buddie to finally happen. Hell, they have been waiting for the same amount of time as us. They know exactly how we feel.

So in conclusion, they have put up some healthy boundaries, which was absolutely necessary. But I don't believe for one second that Oliver and Ryan aren't impatiently waiting on the sidelines until they can FINALLY talk openly about the Buddie-elephant in the room. 😄

Soon you guys. Soon. 🙌

[seitmai]

“Honestly I never thought we’d get here. No really, anyone who knows Bradley knows he isn’t the Casanova he likes to think he is. How you roped her into marrying your dumb ass is a miracle in my book. I love you both and I’m so glad you are taking over my job of keeping him alive; good luck girl it’s a tough gig!”

Iconic speech 😂👏🏻

Everyone is nearly in tears from laughter as Bradley rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a chuckle. Choosing Natasha Trace to be his best (wo)man was a no-brainer until he realized she was going to get to give a speech, or as she called it “her roasting of the chicken boy”. Honestly he thought she’d be more ruthless but blessedly she had been kind because it was after all his wedding day. She wasn’t wrong though;

Haha I love Nats speech, I just know it was probably longer and just as good and entertaining as this part 👏🏻

Bradley had been polite as always, sending all of them packing and letting them know he was taken, but by the time he’d sat himself at the piano to sing he had gathered himself quite a fan club of single girls, and you didn’t have the patience to look at it anymore.

Past/pre-relationship Bradley would have LOVED this, I mean we have all seen him walk into that bar 😅

The two of you stayed like that for a while, locked in an embrace as he kissed you breathless, you were sure this was the kind of kiss that caused women to swoon in old movies, drunk on the feeling of his body pressed to yours making you weak in the knees. When he finally pulled away from you a whine breached your throat and he chuckled as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

🤭🤭🤭

“I want you to hear me when I say this sweetheart, and really take it to heart ok? There’s nothing I want more in this world than you. Not flying, not another woman, not a single thing could matter more to me than you. You’re my first thought when I open my eyes and every night I’m honored to be the one to hold you when you finally find rest. I will always choose you, and if I’ve ever made you question that I will do anything to make it right. I want you forever. I want to have a house full of feral children that look like you that I coach softball for on the weekends, I want to take care of you when you’re sick and think you’re gross, I want to sit on our porch 50 years from now and watch the sun go down on a perfect life we’ve made, hell baby I want to pass first because I don’t know that I could go on another day if you weren’t here. That’s how much you mean to me, and if you’ll say yes I’ll love you until the day I die.”

🥰🥰🥰

You were fully ugly crying in his arms as he pulled a beautiful ring and slid it on your finger, nodding furiously before you pulled his face to yours.

To that speech? Valid reaction

“You’re the one who couldn’t keep it in his pants until we made it to the honeymoon suite Mr. Bradshaw” he didn’t deny it, he just couldn’t help himself with how beautiful you looked, it would be a crime to wait 2 more hours before he could fuck his wife.

🤭🤭🤭

“Thought you said you needed to fuck me Bradley? We don’t have all night, give it to me baby boy.” He couldn’t push his clothes off fast enough, sliding your underwear to the side as he slammed into you mercilessly. Sweet saccharine moans fell from your lips and he brought you to your high, your nails clawing at his back as he sucked a dark mark behind your ear. It didn’t take much more for you both to topple over the edge, a mess of sweaty limbs tangled together as you reached euphoria. Giggles and soft kisses followed as you tried to piece each others outfits back together, startling at a loud knock rapping the old wooden door.

Just a quick teaser of the wedding night 🤭

“Ok sluts, you can make a baby another time! Everyone is looking for the happy couple and we know what y’all are getting up to! Wrap it up and come join the party!” Natasha cackles as she hears you two shuffling behind the door, hastily stepping out with tousled hair and kiss swollen lips. “Can you blame me Phoenix? She’s perfection.”

Hahaha this is perfect, I love how nonchalant Phoenix is about it 😂

My Forever Valentine- Bradley Bradshaw x reader

A/N- happy belated valentines my angels! This is just a little something I’ve been working on for @roosterforme, hope you all love it!

Pairing- Bradley Bradshaw x female reader

Warnings- a little angst, a little smut, language.

“Honestly I never thought we’d get here. No really, anyone who knows Bradley knows he isn’t the Casanova he likes to think he is. How you roped her into marrying your dumb ass is a miracle in my book. I love you both and I’m so glad you are taking over my job of keeping him alive; good luck girl it’s a tough gig!”

Everyone is nearly in tears from laughter as Bradley rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a chuckle. Choosing Natasha Trace to be his best (wo)man was a no-brainer until he realized she was going to get to give a speech, or as she called it “her roasting of the chicken boy”. Honestly he thought she’d be more ruthless but blessedly she had been kind because it was after all his wedding day. She wasn’t wrong though; it really was a miracle he’d managed to not only find you but also convince you he was the man you should spend the rest of your life with. He’d been full of anger for years over Mav pulling his papers, despite the fact that he’d made it in the navy and been incredibly successful in his career. You’d seen right through his carefree aloha persona, broke down his walls and finally got him to self reflect and realize that the past wasn’t who he was; he’d made it through hell despite the roadblocks and that was what he should focus on instead. He had been stubborn, trying his damndest to push you away when you pushed him to make amends and heal, but you’d stayed. You’d made him better, made his life have meaning, and now he would spend the rest of his life showing you how much you meant to him and making a beautiful life for you.

He remembered the day he met you vividly. You’d been out at the hard deck with a group of friends, it shouldn’t have been any different than any other night out but when he heard your laugh and saw your face he knew. It was like everything in his life had come into focus and he couldn’t stop himself from getting up mid conversation to cross the bar and talk to you. You’d been watching him too, the easy carefree way he seemed to move through the crowd was mesmerizing and the two of you had hit it off like a house on fire. You both fell in love hard and fast, but it hadn’t been without its struggles. Bradley’s line of work was extremely taxing, gone for weeks- sometimes months a time with little to no contact. You’d been lonely but he’d been worth every minute apart, and when he made it back to you after a particularly difficult mission a misunderstanding had nearly torn you both apart.

-6 months ago-

It had been a non-stop carousel of tag chasers from the minute he’d entered his beloved bar, the squad had demanded they throw him a welcome home party for the ages but you’d never thought it would be a wall to wall frat party. Women staring for a little too long, buying him drinks, at one point some girl actually tried to kiss him! Bradley had been polite as always, sending all of them packing and letting them know he was taken, but by the time he’d sat himself at the piano to sing he had gathered himself quite a fan club of single girls, and you didn’t have the patience to look at it anymore. Especially when one of those girls was his ex, she just never quite seemed to understand the word no, and forget about the notion that he had moved on; she didn’t believe for one second that anyone would turn his head from her and despite being the one that left him she just wouldn’t let an opportunity pass to get him back out of her grasp. You knew his heart, and that he had professed that you were his future, but it wasn’t enough. Not when these girls didn’t seem to get his polite hints and kept coming back for more. You knew he liked the attention and that was the worst part; he could tell you all day long that he wanted a family with you but when you took a backseat to his fan club you couldn’t help but convince yourself that he was all talk and nothing more.

“Baby, come on you know it’s not like that! I don’t want anyone but you! Just come back inside, we’ll play some pool with Phoenix and Coyote and then we can head home, just us. I don’t want you going home by yourself.” He pouted and tried to pull you close and damn it you almost let him, but the gnawing feeling of inadequacy wouldn’t let you give in.

You nearly walked away that night, but he wouldn’t have it. If he was going to lose you it wouldn’t be over some stupid girl in a bar, the two of you were meant to be and he was ready to put his heart on the line. He grabbed your hand and pulled you into his arms, you wiggled in his hold but he didn’t budge; tilting your chin up to look at him as he leaned in close to place a searing kiss to your lips. He felt your body go lax in his arms, sighing into his mouth as he ran his tongue along the seam of your lips. The two of you stayed like that for a while, locked in an embrace as he kissed you breathless, you were sure this was the kind of kiss that caused women to swoon in old movies, drunk on the feeling of his body pressed to yours making you weak in the knees. When he finally pulled away from you a whine breached your throat and he chuckled as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“I want you to hear me when I say this sweetheart, and really take it to heart ok? There’s nothing I want more in this world than you. Not flying, not another woman, not a single thing could matter more to me than you. You’re my first thought when I open my eyes and every night I’m honored to be the one to hold you when you finally find rest. I will always choose you, and if I’ve ever made you question that I will do anything to make it right. I want you forever. I want to have a house full of feral children that look like you that I coach softball for on the weekends, I want to take care of you when you’re sick and think you’re gross, I want to sit on our porch 50 years from now and watch the sun go down on a perfect life we’ve made, hell baby I want to pass first because I don’t know that I could go on another day if you weren’t here. That’s how much you mean to me, and if you’ll say yes I’ll love you until the day I die.”

You were fully ugly crying in his arms as he pulled a beautiful ring and slid it on your finger, nodding furiously before you pulled his face to yours.

Now in the fading sunset he watched you dancing along to the band, the quiet beach wedding had been everything you both dreamed it would be, surrounded by loved ones and Bradley can’t help but feel overwhelmed by it all. You were everything he’d ever dreamed up but somehow better, the figment in his mind could never come close to the real thing. His hands itched to hold you, need flooding his senses as he crossed the makeshift dance floor to sweep you into his embrace. You grinned up at him and he melted a little more inside, he peppered your face with kisses as your laughter rang out against the crashing of the waves. “I need to monopolize the bride for a little while, think you could find a way for us to escape for a bit?” He whispered in your ear and you couldn’t help but laugh until you felt him pressing against the satiny fabric of your gown. He swallowed the moan that escapes your lips, it was entirely indecent the way you two were pressed together in this public of a setting but he couldn’t bring himself to care. You were his wife, his wife. Surely he could be excused for his behavior just this once right? He turned you in his arms and began guiding you towards the beloved bar where the two of you first met. Penny was bringing out more champagne as you burst in the door, a chuckle and shake of her head as the two of you nearly collided with her. “No breaking anything in my bar, I’ll keep everyone out of your hair for a few minutes.” Bradley nodded with wide eyes as you erupted in laughter, ushering you towards the stock room with a playful slap to your ass as you tried to catch your breath between giggle fits.

“You’re trouble, you know that?” He said as he placed you on top of the massive deep freeze in the corner of the stock room, mascara was smudging the corners of your eyes from the tears brought on by your glee at getting caught, eyes shining with anticipation at what was to come. “You’re the one who couldn’t keep it in his pants until we made it to the honeymoon suite Mr. Bradshaw” he didn’t deny it, he just couldn’t help himself with how beautiful you looked, it would be a crime to wait 2 more hours before he could fuck his wife.

“You know, you’re my wife now. Mrs. Bradshaw.” He was running his lips and mustache along your cleavage, the sensation sent a shiver up your spine, along with his declaration. “Oh god- we really are married now aren’t we?” You panted as he hiked your dress up above your thighs, running a long finger up the seam of your barely there underwear, reveling in the look on your face as you sucked in a sharp gasp. He couldn’t help but kiss you, licking into your mouth as he continued to rub circles against your covered clit. You were trembling in his hold, whining and bucking into his hand and he knew exactly what he was doing to you. Tease. Two could play that game. Sliding your palms down his shirt jacket you made quick work of unbuttoning his dress pants, slipping your hand down into his briefs to grasp his cock. He hissed into the open air, knowing you had the upper hand now.

“Thought you said you needed to fuck me Bradley? We don’t have all night, give it to me baby boy.” He couldn’t push his clothes off fast enough, sliding your underwear to the side as he slammed into you mercilessly. Sweet saccharine moans fell from your lips and he brought you to your high, your nails clawing at his back as he sucked a dark mark behind your ear. It didn’t take much more for you both to topple over the edge, a mess of sweaty limbs tangled together as you reached euphoria. Giggles and soft kisses followed as you tried to piece each others outfits back together, startling at a loud knock rapping the old wooden door.

“Ok sluts, you can make a baby another time! Everyone is looking for the happy couple and we know what y’all are getting up to! Wrap it up and come join the party!” Natasha cackles as she hears you two shuffling behind the door, hastily stepping out with tousled hair and kiss swollen lips. “Can you blame me Phoenix? She’s perfection.” Bradley says with a laugh as you all step back out into the party, a roar of cheers and whoops echoing out as you do. This was just the beginning of a lifetime of memories, and Bradley couldn’t wait to spend them all with you.

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Project ARC remake 26

Cinder felt a wave of nostalgia the second she entered the hall. She knew those feelings were not hers, that it was his and yet...

"So this was your home?" She inquired, feeling the warmth in her heart growing slightly. "I see..." She said, a weak smile adorning her face. "I shouldn't be jealous of you, with everything you went through... But still, i could only dream of feeling this happy when seeing my childhood home..." She could feel his soul trying to comfort her.

She shook her head, trying to keep her composure. "You left something here, right?" She felt her vision blur until...

_ _ _

10 years old Jaune: *surprised* You're going on a mission tomorrow!?

19 yo Glynda: *scruffing her little brother's hair with a grin* Yep! We finally got the "OK" to get rid of some of the grimms at Mt Glenn. *Putting her thumb on her chest, smiling* I busted my as- *clear her throat* I mean, i worked really hard for that job.

Jaune: *Smile* I'm glad for you, sis! *Tilting his head* But could you wake me up before you leave?

Glynda: Sure! *Curious* But what for? *Mischievous smile* Are you worried for your dear big sis, hm?

Jaune: *Beaming* It's a surprise!

_ the next morning_

10 yo Jaune: *reading the note on the fridge* But... *Sigh* Today's your birthday... *Walking to his room, looking under his bed for the little music box, neatly wrapped up with a sigh* Guess i'll give it to her when she comes ba-

*knock at the door*

Jaune: (Hm? I wonder who it could be.)

_ _ _

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"

Cinder screamed, feeling Jaune's pure feeling of terror when that face appeared in his memory. Her heart was racing. Her hands were shaking.

"WHY!?" She asked, tears in her eyes. "HE WAS JUST A KID!" She hugged herself, trying in every way possible to give warmth to the boy's soul. "You were just a kid..."

"This is unfair..."