#i started this in the parking lot of my job this morning after being unable to think of anything else on my commute in

[newlacesleeves]

LaRusso

He's always said it like a jab. A punch. A right hook and a kick. He still does, some days, but more often than not it's easy. The way his mouth forms the L and A on his tongue and moves seamlessly through to the R. How his lips part at the O. It's not complicated, like some Italian surnames can be. It's a name that belongs to a family of Jersey scrappers, all feisty and fiery like Daniel so often is himself (he can't help it, you see - it's in his blood) but Johnny says it like it only belongs to him.

Danielle

It's always a tease, light and maybe a little snarky. A kind smirk at the end of it that makes him laugh even if it's supposed to be insulting. Sometimes he delivers what Johnny's looking for in return; the light shove to his shoulder or the dramatic eye roll of annoyance but mostly he lets it go. He gives Johnny that one.

Newark

Said like a push or a shove. A goad, insisting, following a command. "On your feet, Newark! Let's go!" Thrilling and a little silly because Daniel's lived in California twice as long as he ever lived in New Jersey, has tried to scrape the accent out of his mouth and the frigid attitude off of his skin. But it's still there, still part of him, and Johnny says it like he sees him and remembers.

Tiger

Once, with teeth scraping the side of his neck and lips at his pulse point. Hands underneath his shirt, running up his sides and holding on with purpose. Growled into his skin while Daniel is this close to begging. It only made him moan louder.

Daniel

In the middle of a choked off moan, a breathless crack in the 'a' that sets Daniel's skin ablaze. Whispered like a prayer, a string of them mumbled and strung together so wrecked that he doesn't even recognize the word anymore. Said quiet and low, pressed into his skin and seared into his lips. Soft and sweet with the lights off when it's just the two of them. Broken and vulnerable when Johnny needs him more than anything. Absolutely perfect.

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

Title: cruel summer | chapter 3

Pairing: Joel Miller/Female Reader

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

Chapters: 6/6

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Summary:

Joel takes a contracting job renovating a master bedroom and bathroom while the homeowners are away for the summer on a cruise.

He wasn’t expecting their twenty-three year old daughter and the thoughts he’d have about her.

Author’s Note: thank you so much for all the love on this little fic! Please consider leaving a comment because they make my whole day 🖤

Additional warnings/tags: age difference (15 years), explicit sexual content, dirty talk (like a LOT), pet names, vaginal fingering, begging, mentions of overstimulation, mentions of oral (f receiving), p in v, fluff, mild angst. Let me know if I’m missing anything!

The next couple weeks feel like a dream that you never want to wake up from. Joel comes over every morning and gives you a sweet kiss before heading upstairs to start on his work while you study, actually being able to focus now that the air is cleared with him. He comes down at lunch and sits beside you with a hand on your thigh while you chat and eat, his eyes all soft as he watches you gesture wildly about the topic at hand.

He’s come back over a couple times after working hours. If Tommy or his neighbor’s teenage daughter are able to watch Sarah for a couple hours, he’ll stop by your house to spend time with you. Most of his visits just end with making out on the couch like a couple of teenagers because no matter how much you beg, he still won’t fuck you.

You can’t tell if it’s a residual feeling of guilt or something else, but it’s driving you insane. He’ll enthusiastically do just about anything else, including a memorable evening where he laid you out on the couch and leisurely ate your pussy until you had to literally shove him away from how overstimulated you were getting. And while that was amazing, you want more from the older man.

Two weeks after your conversation and subsequent activities, Joel comes downstairs on a Friday with a smile on his face.

“Hey, baby,” he says, leaning down to kiss you. His tongue traces your bottom lip, slipping into your mouth to slide with yours. “How’s studyin’?” He asks as he pulls away, huffing a laugh as you chase his lips with a pout.

“Fine. Boring. How’s the manly manual labor?”

“Comin’ along nicely. Listen, I wanna ask you somethin’,” he says. “Sarah wants to go to the aquarium tomorrow to see the mermaids. She asked if you could come, too.”

You blink in surprise. “Sarah asked for me?”

“Yeah, she won’t shut up about you,” he replies. “You don’t gotta come if you’ve already got—“

“I do! I mean, I do…want to go. To the aquarium with you and Sarah,” you interrupt.

“Good, that’s…good,” Joel says. You’re just smiling at each other like a couple idiots. He clears his throat and glances away for a second. “We can pick you up tomorrow morning. How’s nine?”

“Nine sounds great.”

He nods, knocking his knuckles against the table top in the way he does when he needs to leave but doesn’t want to. He leans down for another kiss, this one chaste and quick as he bids you goodbye.

“See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

_______

Joel parks the truck in front of your house, sending you a quick text to let you know he’s here. Sarah is bouncing in her seat, her little body unable to contain her excitement.

He watches you come out the front door in a fucking sundress of all things and he has to bite back a groan of appreciation. You’re usually in shorts or leggings at your house, which are tempting enough, but your little blue sundress with strawberries printed on it has just jumped to the top of his list of “best things he’s ever seen in his life”.

Joel gets out of the driver’s seat and circles the truck to open the door for you, helping you up into the lifted cab. His hand lingers on your upper back, fingers dragging across your warm, smooth skin. He smiles with smug satisfaction as he watches your arms erupt with goosebumps from his touch.

Sarah calls your name excitedly. “We’re gonna see mermaids!”

You twist in your seat to respond. “I know! Just like Ariel, huh?”

Sarah nods excitedly and proceeds to list off the rest of the animals she’s excited to see, including the stingrays and otters and sharks. You nod along with her list and tell her about how much you love otters, and did she know that otters hold hands when they’re sleeping so that they don’t float away from each other?

Joel can’t stop smiling. He can’t remember the last time he smiled for so long his cheeks ached. Your eyes flit to him briefly and you smile back, bright and sweet.

He parks the truck amongst the hundreds of other visitors in the parking lot and Sarah frees herself from the confines of her car seat. You hop down and join her on the pavement, his daughter’s arms wrapping around your waist and holding tightly until Joel joins the two of you.

“Let’s go see some mermaids,” he says.

________

Sarah’s sitting beside you, her little hand holding tightly to yours while she breathlessly watches the mermaid show. It’s two young women in gorgeous green and red tail suits, diving and flipping while an emcee narrates the show. They take the occasional break with a breathing apparatus, but otherwise they’re holding their breath while smiling and waving at the kids sitting with their noses pressed to the tank glass.

When the show ends, Joel asks Sarah whether she wants to meet the mermaids, earning him a shriek that you interpret to be a yes. He holds her hand as you get in line for the meet and greet, and gives her his undivided attention while she recounts every minute of the exact show he just watched beside her.

Joel insists that you get in the picture with them. A teen with a Polaroid camera tells you to smile.

You don’t have to be told twice.

Sarah clutches that Polaroid protectively to her chest and proclaims, “This is the best day ever!”

Your heart feels like it’s going to burst.

________

Joel takes his girls out for dinner after a long day at the aquarium. Sarah sits beside him in the booth at a local bar and grill, clutching a stuffed otter you insisted on buying for her despite his objections that he didn’t want you spending money.

“When’s that exam again?” He asks, snagging one of the nachos from the plate in the center.

“Ugh, end of next week,” you groan. “At this point I’m just ready for it to be over. If I never look at another physics practice test, I’ll die a happy woman.”

“What happens next?”

“Well, I go back to school for senior year. If I bomb the exam, I can take it again before April so that I have my scores available to apply to med school in May,” you say, ticking the steps off on your fingers. “Since I graduate before the end of the application cycle, I’ll have a gap to fill. I was thinking of making it a research year.”

Sometimes, especially in moments like this, Joel finds himself in awe of you, of the way you have your life planned out and your goals ready for conquering. When he was your age, he was still working odd jobs until one finally stuck that he could actually make a living from.

It’s also moments like this that he wonders if he’ll fit into your plans. If you’ll even want him to, or if you’ll go after your next goal and leave him behind, just a fun time from a cruel summer. The thought makes him swallow around the lump forming in his throat.

________

“So, did you want me to drop you off or…,” Joel asks when you’re back in the truck, his eyes fixed resolutely on the road.

“Or…?” You reply, voice dragging the word out.

“You could come over,” he suggests. You bite your lip.

“Why Mr. Miller, are you asking me to spend the night?”

His cheeks turn a delicious shade of pink beneath his beard. “Yeah, I am, baby doll.”

Your breath catches at the endearment. “I’d love to come over.”

His hand crosses the center console, gripping your thigh possessively for the rest of the quiet drive back to his house.

_______

Joel pulls up to a cute two story house at the end of a quiet cul de sac about fifteen minutes from your parent’s home. Sarah fell asleep not long after leaving the restaurant, so he carefully gathers her in his arms and hands you the house keys to unlock the front door for him.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he tells you. “I’m just gonna get little miss here in bed.”

“Okay,” you whisper back, watching him disappear upstairs.

You wander through the first floor, into the kitchen with its pretty bay window with a view of a small backyard. You inspect the fridge and the pictures and drawings stuck to it with magnets. There’s a photo of a younger looking Joel with an arm slung around the shoulders of a man you assume is Tommy, based on the resemblance. Another photo with a scared looking Joel holding a blanketed bundle that must be a newborn Sarah.

You reach out to trace a finger over the Joel frozen in time, a version of himself that didn’t know he’d grow out of that fear and be an amazing father.

You nearly jump when hands slip around your hips, fingers bunching the fabric of your dress in their grip. Joel’s beard tickles your neck as he kisses your pulse point and down to your shoulder.

“You have any idea how insane you’ve been drivin’ me all goddamn day?” He asks, voice a rough whisper against your skin. “This dress should be illegal.”

“It’s a perfectly respectable dress!” You argue. His laugh is dangerous, the rumble of it making your thighs clench in want.

“The things I wanna do to you aren’t perfectly respectable, honey.” His hands pull your hips back against his, grinding your ass against the bulge in his jeans.

You reach a hand back to bring his face to yours over your shoulder, kissing him with a desperation that’s been brewing and bubbling for weeks now. One of his strong hands grips a breast tightly, making you moan louder than you meant to.

“Be quiet, baby,” he warns. That hand slides down until he’s reaching the hem of your dress, pulling it up and holding it in front of your mouth. “Bite it. You keep that out of my way, okay?”

You nod, fabric clenched between your teeth as his hand trails down your stomach, fingers finding the damp patch on your panties and pressing it against you.

“Fuck , sweetheart. Been walkin’ around with panties this wet? Pussy so desperate it can’t help but weep, huh?”

Those fingers slip past the elastic and the first touch to your sensitive clit has you trying to squirm out of his tight hold.

“Uh, uh,” Joel admonishes. He cups your entire pussy roughly. “You stay still or I stop. Still and quiet so I can take care of you, alright?”

You sob around the fabric clenched between your teeth and he takes that as agreement.

His fingers slide through your wetness and he groans into your ear, nipping at the lobe as he circles your clit, the delicious roughness of his callouses making you whine.

Joel only dips the tip of one finger into your hole, withdrawing quickly and leaving you clenching on nothing. When you whine again, he takes pity on you, finally plunging one deep inside before dragging it out slowly, curling it against you.

“You’re gonna be the goddamn death of me,” he growls as he adds a second finger, the stretch of it making you moan. “But Christ almighty, what a fuckin’ way to go, huh?”

With his fingers stretching your cunt and his thumb pressing to your clit and his dirty words in your ear, it's no surprise that you’re already standing on the precipice of release.

“Come on, baby, don’t hold back on me, I can feel you gripping my fingers so fuckin’ good.” His hand works faster and you cry out, the fabric of your dress falling from your mouth. It’s swiftly replaced by his hand. “That’s it, good girl.”

Joel pulls his hand from your underwear and you slump against him, boneless and sated. He’s turning you around in his arms, gripping the backs of your thighs and lifting you up, urging your legs around his waist. He takes a few steps and sets you on the counter.

“Baby, I gotta fuck you,” Joel says, his voice tinged with desperation. “Can I fuck you, sweetheart?”

________

Joel holds his breath as he waits for you to respond, watching your blissed out expression. You smile at him, reaching forward to wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him into a deep, filthy kiss. Your teeth dig into his bottom lip, pulling it gently with you as you lean back.

“Please fuck me, Joel,” you whisper, spreading your legs. “Been dyin’ to have your cock in me.”

Joel reaches beneath your dress to tear your panties down your legs, letting them drop to the floor. He reaches into his back pocket and hands you the condom he’d stashed. “Open this,” he commands as he undoes the fly of his pants, shoving them down his thighs in a hurry.

You tear open the foil packet with shaky hands, handing the latex over to him to roll down his length. He slides his cock through your wetness, reveling in how your head drops back with a groan of his name.

Joel begins to ease inside, gritting his teeth as he sinks into your warmth. He’d imagined this countless times and yet nothing compares to the real thing. How your body opens up so sweetly, like it was made just for him. How your mouth drops open as you watch him break you apart.

He forces himself to go slowly, to give you time to adjust. You’ve got one hand propping you up on the counter and the other gripping his shoulder so tight he thinks he might bruise.

“I gotta move, sugar, you feel too damn good,” he says through his teeth. “Tell me I can move, baby, please.”

“Yes, yes, move,” you reply.

Joel withdraws slowly before slamming forward, punching a gasp from your lungs. He does it again and again and again, hardly wanting to be disconnected from you for even a moment. He watches your face, committing the flush of your cheeks and the shimmer of unshed tears in your eyes to memory.

“ Joel,” you sob, your hand digging into his hair and pulling him close. You’re not kissing him, too fucked out for that much coordination, but your lips linger against his as the two of you share the same breath.

“That feel good, darlin’?” Joel asks. You nod your head vigorously. “Come on, baby, tell me how good my fuckin’ cock feels.”

“F-feels s-so g-good,” you stutter. “Want more.”

“More? Tell me how to give you more, I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want.”

“Touch me, baby, please.”

Joel maintains his relentless pace as he reaches a hand down to draw sloppy circles over your clit. He watches as you bite your lip, a single tear slipping down your cheek in an effort to stay quiet. He leans forward to kiss it away.

It’s not long before you’re tightening around him, your eyebrows pinched as your orgasm looms. His own hips stutter in their rhythm.

“Come on, sweetheart, need to feel you cum all over my cock. Can you do that for me?”

You wrap both arms around his shoulders, keeping yourself pressed tightly to him as you sink your teeth into his shoulder to suppress your shout as you pulse around him. With a growl, Joel follows your lead to ecstasy, spilling inside of you.

His hips slow to a stop, but he keeps himself pressed inside of you, not ready to break the connection. He pulls back only enough to press a slow, languid kiss to your lips.

“That was gorgeous, darlin’,” he says, and he fights a laugh as you blush and squirm beneath him, as if you hadn’t just been begging for and cumming on his cock not five minutes earlier. He slips from your warmth with a groan and you give a little whimper.

He disposes of the used condom, pulling his pants back up but not bothering to button them. He returns to stand between your legs and you drape your arms around his shoulders, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Joel?”

“Yes, baby?”

“What is it with you and kitchens?” You ask. Your face splits with a cheeky grin.

Joel laughs so hard his stomach hurts, your own giggles echoing him. He drags you off the counter, setting you on your feet.

“Come on, let’s get to bed.”

Tags: @huffle-punk @telepathay @johnwatsn @hopelessromantic727 @caatheeriinee07 @leeeesahhh @whereasport @pedr0swh0r3

[jshookthighs]

So I had a thought pop up in my head randomly and I had to send you an ask about it. However I do know you're busy writing a story rn so if you don't have time to get to it then I completely understand. But . . .

We all know that Corey is obsessive when he's in love. And he's a stalker for sure. But would he be manipulative about it?

Like the type to secretly damage something in your car so that you take it to the shop to have it fixed and he can see you?

What if he started offering to drive you home on his bike after your shifts at work as way to worm his way into your life?

Just how conniving could he get?

Oh ho ho, this is absolutely brilliant! I read this and I was like "ding ding ding" I have to write about this!! I also wanted to add that I imagine him acting like this even before Michael, but it's much worse after meeting Michael

ANYWAYS -

Corey is absolutely manipulative! While he is a kind man, he most definitely isn't completely innocent. But here's the thing - he feels justified for his actions. It's not like he's trying to hurt you, he could never! He just knows that sometimes fate doesn't always work in his favor so he needs to help move things along.

After he first met you, he kinda developed a crush, I mean how could he not? You're so sweet and pretty and you were so nice to him with your gorgeous smile and - oh yeah this is more than a crush. It gets even worse when he visits you at your work all the time now. How convenient that he needs to come in every day that you're working? It's not like he followed you home every night and watched for you when you went to work in the morning. That would be crazy, right? Not that you mind seeing him every shift, you tend to look forward to it. And him, well he's obsessed now! But, how can he get closer to you without being weird? Hmmm

The only thing is that Corey's too shy to ask you out on a date, he just hasn't got the guts (not yet anyway). So instead he takes advantage of the nights when you have the late shift and the parking lot is sparse of witnesses to see what he's doing. And what he is doing is just loosening the bolts of your muffler or even putting the perfect size crack in your window - this way you have a reason to come see him: to fix your car. And while you're there he gets to enjoy your company! It's a win-win honestly, a fixed car for some conversation. Hell, after the 4th trip to the shop you were basically head over heels for the man so you asked him out. Good job, you, you've now sealed your fate. This man will never leave you alone!

And things get even crazier once he becomes Michael Myer's apprentice. While ya'll go on dates and he still visits you at work, it's still far from enough. So instead of just little dings and fixer-uppers, Corey is going all out. Now, he'll slash a tire, shatter the entire windshield, and or even go as far as cutting connection cables in your engine, making it unable to even turn on. You have no idea what's going on, but because Corey's so smart about cars and all that stuff, he just explains it for you, so you never really question him cause he's so confident about mechanical stuff. He'll take care of it for you, no need to worry your pretty head. But don't worry, sweetheart! Corey will drive you home with his sick new motorcycle. While you're upset someone had vandalized your car, this man is in heaven feeling your arms around his waist.

Oh! He just had a great idea! Obviously, there is someone in Haddonfield out to get you, so in order to make sure you're safe from whatever punk keeps targeting your car, Corey will just drop you off and pick you up from work! You don't need your car anymore, you'll have him! Now you'll get to see his cute face every morning and every evening. No, he doesn't mind at all, just wants to make sure you're ok.

Actually, now that he thinks about it, those murders in town have really been increasing lately. He's so worried about you being in your home all alone with no one there. What if Michael Myers broke in and did away from you? What if that person who's been messing with your car decides to follow you home? What are you gonna do? The best option is for Corey to spend the night more, and by then, he might as well move in! You'll tell him that you're strong and can take care of yourself, but your partner is a very convincing man. I mean, he just wants to protect you, so this is the most logical decision. He'll do anything for you, so don't think he's going out of his way. He's just showing you how much he loves you! No big deal at all!

[kirythestitchwitch]

Unnamed 'No Roses On Your Bones' Sequel - opening pitch

Caroline’s phone pinged loudly as she was leaving work around 1 AM, tired and sore from ensuring the reception dinner for a local politician’s son’s wedding went smoothly. It could have been more of a nightmare than it had been–the parents of the groom were, true to type, a giant disaster waiting for a place to happen–but the actual couple had been lovely and clearly smiling for pictures while waiting for it to be time to bolt for the Bahamas for two weeks. At least Caroline could help the pair out by finding social situations for the parents to solve periodically, thereby pulling them away for a few minutes. It was a juggling act, but Caroline was very good at her job.

Sticky and hot in the muggy July air, the air was practically dead in the underground employee parking lot of The Drake Hotel. Fishing her phone out of her purse, she waved a hand at the security guard in her booth when she passed by. As she walked to her car parked not that far away, she thumbed through her notifications, keeping an eye out around her just in case. Kol had put out a new video, better save that for tomorrow morning. Bekah’s Story said she was at a party at Tao Chicago nightclub, which might be true, but when Caroline had asked her if she wanted to stop by for dinner on her break, she’d said she had to work tonight.

The newest notification was a text from Klaus. Before she could read it, she stuffed her phone into her bra as she unlocked her car and opened the door, tossed her purse in on the passenger seat, and got in. Palming the door locks as she started the car, she sat for a second while the Bluetooth linked up and her music playlist started up over the speakers. Then she pulled out her phone and opened his message. When she read it, she immediately huffed, typing out her own message.

Caroline paused a moment before pointing out that you basically have to commit murder or sign over your firstborn for those tickets this late into the season. Right, she was talking to Klaus. 

Squinting at the screen, Caroline tapped her finger against the side of her phone, thinking. This man held too many cards. Dropping her phone in her cupholder, Caroline tapped the car's touch screen of her contacts until Klaus' name came up. When the sound system started ringing, she pulled out of the parking spot.

"Hello, love," As was often the case when Klaus picked up, his voice sounded like this was the best part of his day.

"I have some conditions," Caroline said as she weaved through the underground parking lot.

She could hear him grinning. "Of course you do." There was a pause. "You're not driving, are you?"

Huffing, she pulled up to the exit and waited while the security bar lifted to let her car out to the street. "Excuse you, glass houses? Those who text and drive do not get to throw stones."

His voice filled with disgruntled pique. "If my insurance agent can't prove I did it, I don't think you should be able to hold it against me."

"Harassment-free technicalities don't include insurance fraud, Klaus." Her way was clear and she pulled out into the street. At this time of night, the streets were free of anything resembling traffic, and it wouldn’t take too long to get back to her apartment. Normally she took the L during the day since there was a stop near her apartment, but the last two times she’d taken the elevated train that ran through most of Chicago at night, she’d been not-so-discretely followed by one of the guys she had one-hundred-percent seen playing bouncer at one of the doors of a Mikaelson underground casino. Which sibling was being an over-protective weirdo might have been a guessing game, if she wasn’t fully aware that exactly one of them had a mysteriously accurate bead on her schedule. 

“Perhaps they should? If you’d only spoken to my secretary after your last accident–”

“Zzzt!” Caroline shushed him with one hand, despite him being unable to see it. “That was a tiny little fender bender, hardly worth Dana’s time. I’m saving my descent into villainy for something really worth it.”

“Like baseball tickets.” The smug tone was back in his voice again.

Caroline tapped her fingers against the steering wheel at a red light. “I am not descending, I’m merely… slouching.” When his soft laugh rumbled across the line, she may have preened slightly. Whatever, he'd never know. "Anyways. My conditions."

[pointofreturn]

professor's pet, pt. 3

The next semester, I signed up for the professor’s literature class. Several of my friends were in the class. We were loud and silly and everyone was trying to impress each other with their opinions on the texts the professor built his career on. But he had that special ability to make us feel comfortable enough to be our weird, nerdy selves. The class was a real-life Dead Poet’s Society, at least for the few weeks we were together.

He seemed unable to hide his focus on me. If I leaned my head over to rest, he’d lean into my ear to ask if I was okay instead of listening to the student speaking. During a guest lecturer’s speech, I got up to excuse myself and he followed just after, prompting an intimate moment translucent to the entire class, pressing to make sure I was okay. He gave me a box of Thin Mints and walked me out to the parking lot late when no one else was around and my car smelled like weed. He always held the door for me and never failed to provide a chivalrous hand to help me. One day, I remind him about something he forgot to send me, and he earnestly promised to be better to me, better for me. Surely, he’s naturally a gentleman, and all of these happenings are little things that happened to every other woman he had eyes for, but there was a slow flame burning between us.

And I’m not the only one who felt it.

Two of my friends approached me and asked what was going on between us. I don’t say that anything is, but I don’t say that anything isn’t either.

“I knew it! He treats you differently. It’s really noticeable.”

“I’ve never seen him act that way with anyone. I can’t even get him to answer an email.”

I wished I’d been more willing to see the warning signs. But as always, I was intoxicated with his obsession with me. I couldn’t help but continue to provide the temptation, continue playing the chess game.

Just before spring break, I borrowed an expensive book of his for a prospective project. It was March 2020. COVID destroyed the world overnight. I stayed in Florida and he went back to the Midwest. We didn’t see each other for two years.

Yet, we kept in touch, even though there was no reason. He remembered texted me each year on my birthday and Thanksgiving and even early on Christmas morning when the last thing on his mind should be a student. I have a distinct memory of him saying he didn’t do things like that because he too often forgot. We talked occasionally about my thesis and Ph.D. applications.

He started texting me late at night. But no boundaries were crossed, yet.

We talked about seeing each other when he came back. I decided to stay at Another University for another degree, hopeful I’ll be able to establish a long-term career and finally achieve job stability. I take classes and teach online, staying concerned and vigilant about COVID long after the rest of the world decided to leave it behind.

During the time the professor and I were separated, I met my friend Jane. We quickly became close, she moved to Florida, and we started hanging out regularly.

*

In the spring, the professor returns.

I still work remotely, but Jane sees the professor often. She tells me they talk about how wonderful I am, and how we should hang out with her and her husband. I told her nothing about the seemingly endless slow burn.

She comes over to my house one night, gushing.

“Isn’t he so cute? And single? I almost can’t believe it…”

“Yeah, he’s a mystery! No denying that.”

Jane pauses, lighting another cigarette and sipping on a condensed glass of wine.

“Have I told you I’m in an open relationship?”

I’m caught off guard; I don’t expect this.

“Oh…that’s interesting!”

“Yeah—our rules are ‘don’t ask, don’t tell,’ unless it’s important or an emergency.”

“And that’s worked for you?” I already knew it hadn’t, or it wouldn’t forever.

“Oh yeah! Being open makes the marriage so much better.” She has that devil look in her eyes. “I’ve had a few boyfriends since we’ve been married. And now, I might have my sights set on a new one…”

“______?” His name burns on my tongue. I’ve always hated saying it.

“Of course! If I can ever figure him out. I think he’s flirting back at me, but I can’t tell if that’s just his personality.”

I smile, not really wanting to continue the conversation but trying to look unbothered.

“What is it?” she drags the cigarette stub. “I can tell there’s something you want to say.”

At this moment, I trust her, I think she’s my friend.

And in a lapse of judgment, I tell her about our flame.

I explain the situation to her with as much ration as I can. And that’s what it is—a situation between a student and professor quickly nearing sticky territory. I tell her the situation is confusing for me and there’s something unexplainable about the connection. I tell her I can’t deny my attraction to him and I’m not sure where this will ever end up.

“Hmm,” she says after I finish. She holds herself in that way I’m unsure of. “Well, I wouldn’t take him too seriously.” She finally puts out the cigarette, burnt through the filter.

“But I’m still gonna try to fuck him anyway.”

I should have known at this moment to cut her off.

[wherespaulo]

Ripper Runs along Australia’s City Waterfronts

Jan 30 – Feb 10, 2023

On my way to New Zealand for some trail racing with Race2Adventure I thought I’d stop off en route in Oz for a couple of weeks. It was a chance to explore some of the Australian cities I’d missed in 2016. Not a running vacation as such but that’s always a great way to explore and feel grounded in a new city, especially when jogging alongside likeminded locals.

Brisbane

Brisbane was an obvious choice since it was my first port of entry into Australia after my flight from New York, plus I hoped to catch-up with my cousin whom I’d not seen since my previous trip to Australia in 2016. In the event she was unable to meet up since she was working nights in her job as a maternity nurse.

My hotel, the Royal in the Park, was in a great, secluded spot on the edge of the botanical garden, university, and Brisbane River -- perfect for accessing the riverside footpaths, Bunya Walk, City Reach Boardwalk and Bicentennial Bikeway, which I gladly did for my five mile morning runs followed by bonzer brekkies at the River Bar and Kitchen. A buzzing city with lots of modern high rise development along the river’s north shore, the Goodwill Pedestrian Bridge made for easy access to the south shore and a completely different, low-rise chilled vibe for running along the Clem Jones Promenade. I was surprised how quickly I acclimated from NYC’s freezing winter temperatures, the slight breeze from the river seemingly taking the edge off Sunshine Coasts heat and humidity – being able to acclimate to extremes of hot and cold is something I’ve developed since living in NYC after moving from the more temperate climes of the UK.

At the numerous Irish bars I continued my search for the elusive and iconic ‘pie floater’, an upside down meat pie submerged in the mushiest of peas. I’d been hooked since my first taster in a small Manhattan Australian café and had started my search for the real thing on home turf during my 2016 Australia trip. But alas, I live in hope as the dish still continued to evade me.

Cairns

I’d initially hoped to fly my mate Topul over from Papua New Guinea for a quick catch-up since Cairns is very close, but I’d had trouble contacting him – I was worried that his email and social media accounts might have been hacked, so was never sure it was him I was conversing with.

I arrived in the wet low-season so it seemed very quiet in the high humidity which it seemed you could cut with a knife. But lunch and cocktails were beckoning so I quickly discovered Ochre alongside the marina – run by well-known chef Craig Squire, it was hands down the best restaurant of my whole Australia trip! Over the next few days I would visit this place many times, sampling the excellent quinoa salad, tenderloin steak and frozen cocktails amongst other things.

I discovered Cairns Esplanade, an excellent path along the seafront, full of joggers, for my five mile morning runs with brekky afterwards at Muddy’s overlooking the ocean. The regular downpours provided a welcome respite from the heat and humidity.

Near the start of the 4.4 mile hike up Lumley Hill and Mount Whitfield from the botanical gardens (red and blue arrow circuit) I had an enlightening conversation with a guy coming the other way. He informed me that this was the ‘singles trail’ where chance encounters were rife, claiming that he’d once caught a couple in a delicate position on the summit. And he seemed to be on a mission for more voyeurism. I was skeptical but felt duty bound to keep my eyes open for the rest of the hike, just in case. Suffice to say the only brief encounter I had on the summit was with a beautiful, iridescent butterfly, seemingly intent on making my acquaintance. During my travels through the woods I do seem to have garnered a connection to the butterfly spirit and was grateful for its presence, surmising it was an angel sent in disguise.

I booked a boat trip to the un-spoilt Fitzroy Island, hoping to get some snorkeling in on the edge of the Great Barrier Reef. Encased in a giant condom-like black lycra suit on Nudey Beach (not actually a ‘nudey’ beach) to protect me from any stingers (jellyfish) rather than any transmittable disease, I headed for the water, only to find my snorkeling cut short by a leaky snorkel. Luckily there was a bar close by where I could extricate myself from the lycra capsule and chug a couple of excellent thirst quenching IPA’s.

Perth

I’d never been to the remote west coast so this was a must, but it was an inauspicious start as the day before I arrived a teenager was killed by a bull shark in the Swan River.

Although still hot, I was grateful for the west coast’s low humidity during my five mile morning runs alongside the Swan River. Together with the extra incentive to get back to my hotel, The Alex, for the amazing buffet brekky including marmite/vegemite and cheese puff pastry swirls, it was a perfect recipe (excuse the pun) for speeding me up – as with the pie floater, only the Australians could be so bold as to put these things on the menu!

Always up for sampling the local plonk, I booked the Swan Valley Wineries Tour with d’Vine Tours. With about 15 of us on a small bus and an entertaining driver, we visited three wineries (with lunch at one), a brewery and a chocolate factory. By the end of it we were all fair dinkum sozzled and singing along to the drivers play list.

On Cottesloe Beach the shark nets looked robust, but I only dared dip my feet in after that shark attack, and laying on the beach while reading was limited without an umbrella. It wasn’t all bad since I’d recently discovered ‘beach strolling’ where I could stretch my legs, take in the views and ponder the meaning of life, all while attempting to translate the mysterious language of the crashing wave, a language which has so far eluded me.

I strolled through miles of sandy trails that run through Perth’s beautiful botanical gardens. With its dry, Mediterranean type summer climate, the trees are typical of a dry forest region with many eucalyptus and pines amongst others, and inhabited by noisy flocks of large Carnaby’s black cockatoo’s which seemed to have fun bombarding me with squawks and pinecones.

A quick train trip to Freemantle, Perth’s old town which became the primary destination for transported convicts from 1850, was a worthwhile detour. As I strolled alongside quaint Victorian style architecture in the scorching sun, with their resplendent verandas, I couldn’t help noticing how many had been taken over by public houses – and after a quick visit to one of them to quench my thirst, I pondered the age old mystery of why such a beer drinking nation sells so many tasteless brews.

[shinskichan]

synopsis: After spending three days away from Sanzu, you returned home exhausted from a long day at work. Overcome with emotion, you found yourself unable to stop kissing him.

pairing: Bonten!Sanzu x Gn!reader

notes: pure fluff and a lot of kissing

word count: 1.6k+

Work

Work has become a significant obstacle in your relationship with Sanzu. The demands of your respective jobs have created busy schedules that make it difficult to spend quality time together. Sanzu's been working so tirelessly that he doesn't have much time or energy for the both of you or even for himself because he's so busy. Your own job is also quite a challenge. Recently, you started a new job that requires you to be on site for three full days at a time.

Despite both of your hectic schedules, Sanzu has made an effort to keep in touch with you, calling you from time to time to check on how you're doing, telling you how much he misses you, and wishing you were by his side all the time, but he also understands that you both have responsibilities to attend to and that he has a lot of work to do while you're away.

It was already 1 a.m. in the morning, and you're still on your way home, and Sanzu has no idea that you're coming back today. As you passed a nearby fast food restaurant, you decided to make a brief stop and grab a bite to eat and to grab something for Sanzu as well when you arrived home.

As soon as you received your order, you immediately thought about whether or not he was still awake. You had previously told him that you would be returning home in two days, so he was unaware of your early arrival. That was actually the truth, but due to your boss's decision, you and your coworkers were given a few days off to rest after working non-stop for three days.

As you drove home, munching on your nuggets and vibing to the song playing on the radio, you couldn't help but feel a sense of longing deep within you. It had only been three days since you had last seen him, but it felt like an eternity. You missed him terribly, and you couldn't wait to be by his side again.

The thought of not being able to see him physically after a long and tiring day at work was unbearable. You yearned for his presence, for his touch, for his love. It was as if a part of you was missing without him.

You feel utterly exhausted after a long day at work. The lack of proper sleep has left you feeling drained and unable to focus on anything else. You realize that you haven't had a chance to respond to the text messages that Sanzu sent earlier, and because of your hectic schedule, it has been difficult for you to answer his calls or even reply to his text message.

Fortunately, the traffic was not as heavy as you initially anticipated, which allowed you to make it home before 3 a.m. Driving for almost four hours can be quite exhausting, but you finally made it home. You parked the car inside the garage and gathered all the items that you needed to bring inside.

As you entered the house, silence and darkness enveloped you. You couldn't help but notice that the dim lights weren't turned on again. You walked towards the couch and placed all your things there, as well as the food you had bought on the table.

You slowly opened the door, trying not to make any noise, and peered inside. You saw him lying on his back, fast asleep, not even wearing a shirt to keep him warm. It was so cold, and he hadn't even bothered to take the covers from the comforter.

You changed out of your clothes and slipped into something more comfortable before walking over to sit beside his peaceful sleeping figure.

As you gazed at his serene expression, you couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt for not being able to reply to his messages earlier. With a gentle touch, you brushed the hair away from his eyes and spoke softly, "I'm sorry, my love."

"I missed you so much," you whispered in a soft tone as you leaned in to place a gentle kiss on his lips. The time you spent apart felt like an eternity, and you couldn't help but long for more intimate moments with him.

You thought of giving him more kisses because of how much you missed him, but you also thought that he might be so tired, and you didn't want to wake him up from his peaceful slumber.

You slightly pouted your lips, feeling a mix of emotions as you gazed at him. You were hesitant to give him more kisses, knowing that he might wake up. You looked at him, still pouting, and after a few more moments, you leaned in to give him a few more kisses, cherishing each one as if they were the last.

You paused and asked yourself, "Was that enough?" You couldn't help feeling unsatisfied, so you decided to give him a little more. He moaned slightly, and you couldn't help but feel a little guilty for disturbing him. Trying to act innocent, you ran your fingers through his hair. After a moment, he called out to you in a husky voice, his eyes still closed. "Love?"

"Yes?" you softly responded and leaned in to kiss his forehead, feeling a mix of emotions—love, guilt, and a little bit of mischief.

"Hmm, I missed you," he said as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. You could feel his warmth, and you immediately felt comforted. You put your hand on his back, feeling his muscles tense and relax under your touch.

"I miss you more, I'm sorry for waking you up," you said softly as you tapped his back.

"Why didn't you wear your clothes? It's too cold. You might end up getting sick." You scolded him gently, concerned for his well-being. You reached for the blanket and draped it over his shoulders, hoping to keep him warm.

"I'll get you a shirt," you said as you slowly stood up to get one from the closet. When you returned to the bed, you sat down beside him and handed him the shirt. "Come on, wear it. It's cold out, and you wouldn't want to catch a cold." He took the shirt and slowly put it on, his movements careful and deliberate. You watched him as he wore it up, feeling a warmth in your chest that you couldn't quite explain.

"I thought I was dreaming for a second," he said in his sleepy voice, his eyes still closed. You smiled, happy to see him so relaxed. You wrapped your arms around his back to support him as he leaned into your neck, resting his head on your shoulder.

You could feel his warm and gentle breath on your skin. You stroked his back lightly, enjoying the feeling of his body against yours. "Go back to sleep," you whispered softly, giving him a forehead kiss. He responded with a neck kiss, his lips brushing against your skin.

"How can I sleep when you keep on kissing me?" he asked jokingly, and you both chuckled.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it. Three days was too long for me," you said and giggled. You felt his chest rumble with laughter as he squeezed you tighter.

"I thought you were coming home in two days?" he asked, and you could feel his warm breath on your neck. You paused for a moment, enjoying the sensation of his lips on your skin.

"Well, I was supposed to, but my boss decided to give us a day off since we've been working non-stop," you explained, and he just nodded. You went on to describe the hectic pace at work and how the team had been putting in extra hours to meet the tight deadlines.

"You must be tired," he said with concern, "you should go to sleep and rest." You chuckled at his sweet gesture and leaned in to give him a peck on the nose.

As you played with his hair, you softly asked, "How about you? How have your days been going?" His response came shortly after, "It was hell," which caused you to chuckle. You knew that he had been working hard and for long hours.

He closed his eyes and said, "I really missed you a lot, work was so hard, especially coming home without you." You felt a pang in your chest as you listened to him, knowing that his days must have been tough. You replied, "I missed you more than you could ever know," and leaned in to kiss him again on the lips.

"Love, you can kiss me when you wake up," he said with a chuckle. You pouted, "Why can't I kiss you now? I missed you." He leaned in, his soft and warm breath cascading over your neck.

"Because you need to rest," he whispered as he planted a gentle kiss on your forehead. "What do you want me to do then?" he asked, his eyes filled with concern.

"Come here," you said as you pulled him on top of you, feeling the weight of his body on yours. Slowly, you both lay down on the bed, enjoying the sensation of being close to one another.

"Hmm, I guess this is much better," he commented, his voice filled with contentment, and you couldn't help but laugh at his words.

You hugged him tight, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. He rested his head on your chest, and you caressed his hair softly. "I love you," you whispered, feeling the depth of your feelings for him. He looked up at you and gave you a soft but long kiss before settling back down.

"I love you more," he said with a smile. You both closed your eyes, feeling the peacefulness of the moment envelop you, and with that, you both dozed off to dream land.

© shinskichan

[skomedia]

Joe Sko's Homeless Journey For Gifted & Cursed - Up To Tuesday July 11th

Joes journey for gifted and cursed On February 18, 2022 I attempted suicide by stabbing myself in the throat and trying to cut the carotid artery. When I woke up in the hospital I was upset and that because not only because I survived because I would be homeless, I was scared to death of being homeless. I spent seven days in the hospital recovering from my wounds in an additional 14 days in a psych ward, behavioral health unit where I found out I was bipolar manic depressive. Again, my biggest fear at this time was me being homeless after getting out. And the subsequent time I’ve had several manic episodes, one of which had me move to Southern California where I’m living right now. While going through a manic depressive state after being fired from a job where I was sexually assaulted, I watched a video of Joe Rogan and ari sharif chatting about his depression. This is where I decided to create giftedandcursed to educate people on what the mentally ill actually go through After recording a few podcast episodes with the fellow Bipolar friend Maraya. I decided to go a little crazy with the idea and actually to go Homeless myself. On June 18 exactly 16 months after I attempted suicide I donated everything I owned to the church soup kitchen I volunteer at save for one bag of clothes and my computer hardware so I can record and upload. The date was completely random. I did not choose it. I figured I’d last a month or two but I only lasted nine days sleeping in my car where my head or my brain started really messing with me. I started to get desperate. I needed to get some type of income in as soon as possible because I realized I was starting to behave like the homeless around me. Very complacent. I was looking for an search engine optimization gig on craigslist and found Eddie Barber an Academy award winning camera person. He has apparently the inventor of the gimbal and lots of other camera equipment stuff, so I figured I hit the jackpot. After a great conversation and meeting with Eddie, he asked me to set up a nonprofit foundation, called the Eddie Barber foundation for him.  I did so, putting together all the paperwork, and was signed as his executive Director/secretary of the foundation I was allowed to use one of Eddie’s vehicles to go pick up a Wallet, but during this time I enter a Manic stage where I got very desperate and was trying to sell his 360 camera booth. My cell phone has been shut off at this time and my car has been towed for nonpayment. This is Monday, July 10. I drove to the church using Eddie’s car to confront the upper staff about someone stolen mail as well as stolen money that I have been reported to about. I told them that the production company really wanted to know more about the stolen mail, as well as the list of broken employment laws they have broken. This really scared them and they asked if they can opt out which I said no. This made them pretty upset. Several hors later I confronted the church security guard at which point he head butted me before I could finish my sentence. I defended myself, held him down and his girlfriend Jeanine run out and kicked me in the throat. Bleeding profusely from my nose and face immediately jumped into Eddies car, because I had no idea how many people were actually attacking me and I left the church property I started getting woozy and lightheaded and parked at an apartment complex and called 911 at which point they came within a few minutes and took me to the hospital leaving Eddie’s car at the apartment complex. The hospital fixed me up and gave me a ride back to my car through an Uber at 2 in the morning at which point I had to wait around 6 hours because Eddie Eddie’s car died and I wasn’t able to start it. I need a jumpstart. At around seven or 8 AM I was arrested by police officers because Eddie had called the car in stolen. At this point, I am still unable to speak well because of my throat injury and my eye is blackened.  I called Eddie threatened to sue him if he didn’t drop the charges and I think that’s why I was released without having to sit bail or see a judge but I still have to go back to court on August 10 I got out of jail at 11:30 PM with only my cell phone.  I was so furious and irritated that I created a video for Eddie that was very malicious but after watching it, I decided to delete it and I went to the nearest hospital and told them that I’m having a manic episode and that I’m gonna hurt somebody if I don’t I’m hurt myself if I’m not admitted.  This was Tuesday the 11th and I was admitted to bhu on Wednesday the 12th. Staying seven days at the behavioral health unit I was released on the 18th and I’m now living in the sober living house with only my cell phone and Eddie still refuses to let me come by and pick up my stuff. Please refer to the pages below for the Content. I have been uploading during my Homeless research.. Gifted and Cursed FB page https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100093618002028&mibextid=LQQJ4d Sko media fb page https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100092877542288&mibextid=LQQJ4d Joe sko personal fb page https://www.facebook.com/joeskotheone?mibextid=LQQJ4d   Read the full article

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Game storyline research

Information from 30 of the Best Video Game Storylines - Howchoo

One cure for loneliness is the solitude of nature, or so Henry, the protagonist of Firewatch seems to believe. Setting off into the Wyoming wilderness, he is in search of the chance to rest his weary heart and figure himself out among the expansive and empty vistas of the great Wyoming mountain range. Only those vistas are not as empty as they first appear. There is a mystery at the core of Firewatch, a dark and paranoia-inducing exploration of fear and the consequences of our decisions.

The game’s poignant story is backed by gorgeous stylized visuals and a wonderful ambient audio track that really makes you feel immersed in the 1980's wilderness. You can almost feel the cool dew of the early morning on your face. There’s subtle humor, too, and the flow of dialog between Henry and his supervisor Delilah (heard over a walkie-talkie) brings an intimacy to the setting that really drives the energy of the game forward.

There’s more interaction here than with Gone Home, so while there are some walking simulator vibes at play, the way the narrative is driven through the dialog, the present sense of mystery, and the type of landscape being explored all conspire to create a game that feels far more immersive than others in this genre.

The storyline for the firewatch goes without a doubt one of the best.

I enjoyed reading a summary of the story, it was very engaging. following information is my favourite part of the story from Firewatch: Story Explanation and Analysis (press-start.com.au)

PART ONE: FIRSTLY, WHAT ON EARTH HAPPENED?

Firewatch’s story wraps up quickly, with lots of little narrative pieces hidden in the brief instances of dialogue or in notes scattered throughout the game map. As a result, you might finish the game a little confused, as I initially did. Therefore, let me try to quickly summarise the basic plot as I understand it. Of course, this is my reading of the plot; yours may well differ, so don’t be afraid to share your thoughts in the ongoing discussion in the comments below. (UPDATE: Countless others already have.)

The game begins with an introduction to Henry, drunk in a bar, as he meets a college professor, Julia. (As you play as Henry throughout the game, I will use ‘you’ and ‘Henry’ interchangeably.)  The two start dating, fall in love, get a dog, talk about kids, struggle with their relationship and drink a lot. There’s a lot of drinking in this game — remember that, that’s important.

Anyhow, Julia develops early onset dementia and her memory starts failing. As Henry, you make the choice to put her in a care facility or to try and look after her yourself. Ultimately, the decision you make doesn’t matter (that’s kind of the point, again we’ll get back to it) but either way she ends up with her family back in Melbourne, Australia.

Unable to deal with the situation, Henry takes a job working as a fire lookout at the Two Forks lookout in the Shoshone National Park with supervisor Delilah, whom you talk to via radio.

Delilah has had it rough too. She kind of abandoned her boyfriend when his relative died and he rightly dumped her, but she blamed the whole thing on him. (Notice the theme of abandonment yet?) Julia’s troubled as well – the poor soul – and is somewhat of a regular at the Shoshone.

Progressing forward, you run into some mischievous teenage girls who later go missing. Naturally, you suspect this scary looking figure you ran into soon after seeing the girls, who eventually turns out to be Ned, but we’ll get back to him. He’s very important.

[sunshinereddie]

a fic where eddie is just a regular office worker who hates his job and spends more time staring out the window of his tiny first-floor office people watching instead of actually working.

richie is just a guy who takes his dog for a walk every single morning past the same big office building downtown because it’s on the way to the dog park.

every morning, as eddie stares out the window dreaming of a better job, he sees cute dog walker guy walk past and he doesn’t like to admit it, but it makes his morning a little brighter.

even though it’s not necessarily the fastest way to the dog park, richie always makes sure to walk past that same office building every morning, because the guy whose desk faces out the window is always sitting there, his chin rested on his hand as he stares out the window and richie wonders how it’s even possible for someone to look so effortlessly beautiful.

one morning, cute dog walker guy doesn’t show up. not that eddie has memorized that he walks by every morning at 10:30, it’s not like eddie was waiting for him to walk down the street or anything, it’s just…. an observation. he doesn’t think too much of it, just tries to get back to his painfully dull work at this painfully dull job. after five more minutes of being unable to focus, he decides to take an early break and walk down to the coffee shop at the corner of the block and get some caffeine, maybe that will help him focus (he knows it won’t).

so he makes his way down the street, but when he reaches the little cafe, he notices something. it’s a dog, it’s leash tied to the bike rack outside the cafe. except it’s not just any dog- it’s the very same dog that walks past his window every morning, but… without it’s owner. it’s a very hot day, and eddie can see the dog panting in thirst, and he starts to worry. surely cute dog walker guy couldn’t have thought it would be okay to leave his dog out in this heat alone? eddie has never been much of a dog person, but even he wouldn’t do that to an animal. he walks over to the dog, trying to stand it front of it to at least attempt to give it some shade and a break from the sun, when the cafe doors suddenly burst open, and none other than cute dog walker guy steps out.

god, eddie thinks as he approaches, of course he looks better up close. the dog’s owner starts heading back to his dog, but startles slightly when he sees eddie standing there. his cheeks flush pink, but eddie is sure that that’s just from the summer heat.

“hey,” he says, coming to stand beside eddie. “you’re not trying to steal my dog, are you?”

now it’s eddie’s turn to blush, partly because he hadn’t realized what it might have looked like for him to be hanging around this dog, and partly because he can’t quite believe that cute dog walker guy is talking to him. “no,” he replies. “but you know you shouldn’t leave your dog outside in this heat, right?”

cute dog walker guy smiles, and crouches down beside the animal. “i know, and i would never normally leave her alone, but i just needed to go inside and get her some water,” he says, and eddie notices that the cup he’s holding isn’t a coffee for himself, but a cup of ice cold water. he takes off the lid, holding it up to the dog and letting her take a few big gulps.

now, eddie feels embarrassed. “oh,” is all he can say, and when cute dog walker guy looks up at him and smiles, eddie is even more lost for words. “thanks for your concern, though,” he says, standing back up. “lots of people probably wouldn’t have given her a second thought.” eddie shrugs, and he notices that the dog is also staring up at him with what almost looks like a smile on her face. “it’s really not a big deal,” eddie says, even though his hands are sweating in his pockets and his heart is racing.

cute dog walker guy introduces himself and richie, and eddie gives his name as well, though richie quickly opts for a nickname as he says, “well, eds, i feel like i kind of owe you a thanks.”

“that’s really not necessary, like i said, it was no big deal-”

“can i buy you a coffee?” richie asks, and eddie is about to once again protest that richie doesn’t need to repay him, until he analyzes the smile on richie’s face and the look in his eyes and eddie realizes oh. that’s not why he wants to buy me a coffee.

eddie, flustered, agrees, which seems to make richie smile even wider. “great,” he says. “although, if you don’t mind- could you watch her while i go get that?” richie’s dog, who seems to have taken a liking to eddie in the past few minutes, nudges her head against eddie’s leg. eddie once again agrees, sort of stuck in a haze of trying to convince himself that this isn’t all a dream.

with another smile, richie gets eddie’s order and heads back inside, and after a few minutes he returns outside with a drink for himself and one for eddie. richie unties his dog, and the two begin their goodbyes. “it was nice meeting you, eddie,” richie says as he starts down the street. “see you around.”

eddie almost asks what he means by that, until he looks down at his drink and notices something written on the cup. at first eddie thinks the scribbles was just the barista writing his order, until he takes a closer look and realizes it’s a phone number. richie’s phone number, with the message of ‘text me’, and a smiley face written underneath it. by the time eddie snaps out of his shock and looks up, richie’s gone, disappeared down the street, leaving eddie there as a smiling, blushing mess as he heads back to his office, typing richie’s number into his phone as he walks.

[tarosin]

The great adventures of y/n tubbo jack niki and george

requested:yes/no

pairing: platonic y/n,tubbo,jack,niki and george

summary: minecraft cave in real life

content warning: cursing

an: the word love is used a couple times but this is all platonic <3 i still don’t know how to add read more on mobile i am sorry about that, part 3 to great adventures series

it was around 4 am when the heat became a problem, unable to sleep you grabbed your phone and decided to facetime ranboo just as he was ending stream

“hey boo...you look like you’ve seen a ghost what the fuck were you doing”

“fnaf vr”

“I’m sure it’s not that bad you’re being dramatic”

“okay we shall see how you like it when I make you play it when I’m in the UK”

“okay bet I’ll add it to our list of videos and stream ideas anyway I can't sleep it’s too hot and I’m so confused as to why Tommy keeps asking me if I like and I quote being high”

“tubbo was telling me about that he keeps teasing him about planes you never know maybe you’re all going on an international adventure... or being pushed out a plane”

“doubt it there’s no way Tommy would pull something as crazy as jumping out a plane it would be pretty cool, I was thinking about doing it for my birthday”

“with a parachute? I hope”

“eh with or without, either way, is fine for me”

an hour passed you and ranboo sat talking about what was happening tomorrow and how you wished he was going to be there with you, after all, you knew how it felt to be watching people you care about making plans and doing things without you.

“didn’t you say you were going to a cave tomorrow? Minecraft in real life, nice”

“I’m begging please touch grass”

“I’ve already done that it made me want to become an engineer now get some rest y/n you’ll be getting up in a few hours, I’ll call you tomorrow goodnight”

“see you tomorrow I love you”

*y/n has ended the call*

•••

when you woke up at 9 you couldn’t shake off the awful feeling you had, today just didn’t feel like a good day you needed some time to yourself to recharge however you knew you’d be okay later on

Niki: good morning y/n!! would you like us to pick you up now or do you need a bit longer

y/n: don’t worry about it I’ll make my own way!! :]

Niki: okay see you soon!!

George: we will pick you up in an hour and a bit

Tommy: wait what are you guys doing

tubbo: following jack and Niki around

y/n: what he said

Tommy: have fun then guys without me

y/n: don’t you have work to do big guy

Tommy: don’t you have to get ready

y/n: leave me alone

•••

soon enough you saw jacks car pull up outside so you grabbed your bag from the other day as it still had everything you needed except this time you decided to bring along a mini first aid kit as you knew your clumsiness and a cave wouldn’t mix well. now you were fully awake you couldn’t wait to go explore the caves, you sat next to Niki who decided to play with your hair and spent half of the journey on a call with an unhappy Tommy who was in college waiting to go to lesson the other half of the journey was spent singing along to the radio

•••

jack started recording and turned around to see you Niki and tubbo leaning over looking down at the floor

“oh hi jack” you waved at the camera “so what’s the plan of action”

“we’re going up there”

you loved heights so hearing that you were going to go on a cable car made you pretty excited once you all got into the car you and George tried opening all the windows whilst tubbo complained

“stop trying to open things”

“it’s a window”

“scared you’re going to get pushed over the edge hmm? scared you’ll have to free fall? it’s not that high you'd probably survive the fall, it’s not like I'm trying to open the door on a plane”

“y/n I mean this in the nicest way possible I’m never going on a plane with you”

tubbo laughed and joined the conversation “we shall see about that”

you tilted your head to the side and blinked a few times trying to process what he just said

“heh?”

“tubbo if we fell we would die right”

“you know jack I've done a lot in my life”

you took the phone from jack and began filming him and George

“why is it slowing down”

“we’re going to die”

“I didn’t bring enough food”

you sat laughing at your friends' reaction before explaining that it’s slowing down for a reason

“they’re slowing it down so you can jump out, what I didn’t tell you is there’s actually a parachute underneath where you’re sat, good luck gamers”

“We could probably climb out the window”

“NO, where do we go”

you just sat shaking your head laughing whilst your friends sat screaming about it stopping

“y/n we’re going to die”

“oh no.. let me just text ranboo to start planning our funerals”

eventually, the cable car began moving just very slow you then ended the recording after jack made jokes about it moving as fast as a George video comes out, you all then spent the rest of the time enjoying everyone’s company.

•••

tubbo noticed a park and ran to the ropes giving you time to update your community a stream will be happening later on

y/n has tweeted: I am outside, stream with ranboo when we get home :]

you laughed as you posted that as all the comments started rolling in questioning if ranboo had come to the UK. you walked back to your group and wrapped your arms around jack and Niki making them both jump out of shock

“Sorry about that ahah now if you don’t mind I want to play in the park”

they laughed as you ran to the rope trying to swing without falling that’s when you gave up and started climbing the net close to Niki.

“that’s not a swing George”

jack ran towards them “I’m getting on the swing with George”

Niki laughed as she recorded what was happening in front of her, she looked to her left expecting to see you stood next to her however she heard you laugh and run towards your friends

“I’m getting on the swing with tubbo”

a few moments later George pointed out a castle and tubbo mentioned the ‘wet rocks’ you just stood with your arm around Niki's shoulders enjoying the view of the castle that was until a dog caught your attention and you walked off to go ask if you could pet it

“Niki where’s y/n they were with you last”

“with the dog”

“tubbo when they come back just follow the path towards the castle, me and Niki are going to record”

“got it, boss man”

•••

after a few minutes, you walked back to tubbo and George realising jack and Niki weren’t there you tilted your head shrugged then sat next to tubbo on the swings as George began recording

“jack and Niki have left us but we’re having fun on the swings..”

“maybe we’ll lick some rocks”

“YEAH”

•••

“if we’re quiet we can sneak up on them”

the three of you ran down the path towards the start of the castle steps looking at the cameras that allowed you to see the top of the castle

“there they are”

“they’re vlogging”

“We can just see them through the castle cameras they have no idea we can see them”

you stood leaning against George until you all noticed they were about to make their way back down the steps so all ran off to hide

“there they go”

the three of you ran back down the path ignoring the stares from strangers and comments about how your hair was obnoxiously bright, the three of you scared the pair who were looking for you all

“I’ve never been less displeased to see George”

the five of you continued walking around after joking about the green water and questioning George on how he could tell what colour it was

“I’m a genius”

a few fans can over and took photos with you all and George began questioning them

“George you’re really self-promoting right now”

“George I am disappointed in you”

•••

“dude it’s boiling”

“ice cream?”

the five of you stood inline

“I’m dying to tubbo”

“I’m not going to ask questions, I love how you just accepted defeat”

“you’re next y/n” tubbo let go of George and began walking towards you

“FUCK OFF NO” you ran behind George and used him as a shield

“y/n George isn’t going to protect you”

“I will y/n don't worry tubbo fuck off” the three of you stood laughing not realising jack was walking towards you all with the ice cream

“thank you”

“you’re welcome how’s the ice cream”

“great thank you”

you laughed at jack who somehow managed to get ice cream on his nose

•••

you and tubbo noticed a wishing well and walked over to it

“wanna make a wish”

“yeah but we have no money”

you both looked at each other then at jack them looked back at each other and nodded

“what are you two doing”

“We wanna make a wish”

“come on give me your money”

everyone stood laughing at you and tubbo determined to make a wish whilst jack argued he had no money however tubbo noticed a £20 note and grabbed it

“y/n quick make a wish”

the pair of you held the note and then dropped it into the well

“yay!!”

“We made a wish”

the pair of you walked off whilst jack stood telling you both how he can’t believe you and the pair of you had stolen over £100 from him today making you both laugh

“tell me the wish”

“We can’t or it won’t come true”

•••

“right cave time”

“we’re going to die”

“well thanks for that George”

you stood next to tubbo trying to ignore your friends as they made comments about there being mobs like creepers in the cave

“you two really need to go outside more”

everything was going well for you until the worker said to everyone

“I think we do have some kids here who are doing a vlog”

you could feel your cheeks heating up from embarrassment although you loved your job you still weren’t used to people pointing it out

•••

“This cave has a door”

“naturally formed door”

“y/n tubbo were in the caves, where are the diamonds”

you pointed in a random direction then continued walking whilst tubbo kneeled examining the rock claiming there were diamonds, as you all kept walking you had to put up with tubbo jack and George making Minecraft jokes whilst Niki followed behind them staying rather quiet, everyone’s as focusing on the cave not saying much till George spoke up

“it’s turned into a horror movie”

“why’s the cave so low why can’t they just dig up”

“y/n did you really just ask that”

“yes I did my neck hurts from ducking under the rock”

“so sorry to hear that”

“thank you for your concern George”

“I’m not concerned”

“oh-“

the tour continued and you were genuinely having a good time, you found all the different rocks and information given to you by the worker fascinating and slowly stopped listening to what your friends were saying behind you

“so this little tunnel up here is where they would send the kids”

“off you go tubbo and y/n”

“please no”

you all continued for a while till you were told you were going in the dark despite the fact you were excited you were also very afraid of the dark so stood closer to tubbo who instantly noticed and pulled you into a side hug

“we’re going dark”

“oh wow that is the only source of light”

a minute or so later they turned on some softly coloured led lights so you could all look at the geode

“holy shit that’s beautiful”

“I thought a geode was a small animal”

“that’s a pokemon dude”

you were all given time to go for a wander however rather than walking with the others you decided to stay with the geode and started a group call with ranboo and Tommy

“hi guys can’t stay long break is almost over”

“that’s okay Tommy but look at this giant fucking rock”

you flipped the camera so they could see and went around showing them parts of the cave

“holy shit”

“looks great y/n”

“cool right I have to go the worker wants us to get ready to leave see you all soon”

“wait y/n one last question, how are you with heights”

“oooh I’m great I love them we went in a cable car earlier”

“awesome see you all later”

*Tommy left the call*

“I’ll call you when I get home boo I’ll see you soon!!”

“bye y/n stay safe”

*ranboo has left the call*

*y/n has left the call*

as you all left the cave you and tubbo noticed two rocks and went to pick them up

“hey look our wish came true”

“yeah we wished for a weird looking rock when we left the cave”

“you paid £20 for a rock”

“yes”

a few minutes later you and tubbo just started walking away only to be later followed by everyone else

“where are you going”

•••

you all got the cable car back at this point you were exhausted you used all your energy running around the cave determined to show Tommy and ranboo everything

“What did you all think of the cave”

“loved it”

“you lost your rock tubbo?”

tubbo pulled out the rock and smiled at jack

“no, I didn’t”

“but you chucked it”

“told you we wished for a magic rock”

jack finished the recording and you all just sat talking about your day and any future plans

•••

the journey back home was extremely quiet you and tubbo sat next to each other, you fell asleep with your head resting on his shoulder, Niki sat in the front with jack quietly singing along to the radio and George and tubbo quietly spoke to each other trying not to wake you up.

when you finally got home you woke up on your couch confused as to how you got there it was only when you checked your phone you got the answer

Niki: you looked exhausted we didn’t want to wake you, hope you don’t mind. your keys are on the table next to your bag!! see you soon it was lovely meeting you <3

you decided to reply thanking your friends for today.

•••

*incoming call: ranboo*

you accepted the call

“hey y/n tell me all about your day whilst you get ready to stream I'm already set up”

“oh they’re gonna be so annoyed I've joined in with making jokes about you being in the UK anyway so my day was pretty good but I did end up asleep on my couch and had no idea how I got there”

“heh?”

“let me explain”

[redrobin-detective]

The late Daniel Fenton

It was shaping up to be a beautiful if chilly December day and Casper High, as always, was bustling. It was 7:49 and class was about to start. The teacher watched the last few kids stumbling in at various levels of wakefulness. He already knew who would be the ones to rush in after the bell but that was alright. Life was too short to stress about being a few minutes late to class, especially in Amity Park of all places.

He looked up to see Madison, one of his shyer students walk in before making a beeline for his desk. She was biting her lip and nervously rubbing her hand down her skirt. “Hey,” she began quietly.

“Good morning. What’s up, Mads?” He asked casually. She looked upset, he could probably put on a video for the class if she needed to talk. They really needed a permanent counselor but the constant ghost attacks ran off most of them so he’d taken up the unofficial mantle. It felt good to help his students like that, make up for past wrongs.

“Are we um, expecting any new students?” She asked, her eyes darting over to the door she’d just come through. “Any transfers, exchange students or anything like that?”

“No,” the teacher frowned. “Amity isn’t the kind of place people transfer into. Why?”

“There��s a kid in the hallway,” she mumbled. “I don’t recognize him, he’s got a backpack and everything but he’s... I don’t know he doesn’t feel right.”

“Oh you’re talking about that weird dark haired kid,” Kyle said as he entered and sat down with a slouch. But even the class slacker looked unusually tense. “Dude’s creepy, can’t put my finger on why but he definitely doesn’t belong.”

“Oh,” was all the teacher had to say. Suddenly he realized how cold the classroom had become, the uncomfortable feeling that was pressing ever so slightly down on them. “I suppose it makes sense, the ghosts have been quiet lately with the Truce and all. He probably got bored.”

“Sir?” Madison said.

“Shannon,” he said instead, looking over at the frizzy haired girl hunched over her sketchbook furiously at work. “Would you do me a favor and move to the vacant seat in the second row? Just for today.”

“What? Why?” the girl whined even as she gathered up her various arts supplies and got ready to move.

“That’s Mr. Fenton’s seat,” he said taking in a deep breath and closing his eyes in preparation for what he was about to see. Danny would come here, of course he would. This was Lancer’s old classroom and Danny had him for first period English Lit. He and Dash both did.

“Mr. Baxter? What’s going on, is it a ghost?” Malik asked from the back row while Shannon shuffled to her new temporary seat.

“Yes but you don’t need to be scared,” he said softly, evenly. “He won’t hurt you.” The bell rang but Dash didn’t start the lesson. Instead, he waited. Danny had never been on time to class the entire time Dash had known him, of course death wouldn’t change that.

“Sorry, I’m late Mr. Lancer,” Dash gripped his desk so he didn’t jump when Danny Fenton simply appeared in front of his desk instead of walking through the door like any other student. “My folks couldn’t drive me, they’re still working on their stupid ghost portal.” A quick glance over at this class showed varying levels of fear, shock and curiosity but they were Amity kids through and through. The cold, powerful energy radiating off Fenton told them it was best to play along with whatever the ghost wanted.

“Perfectly alright Mr. Fenton,” Dash said softly, searching the 14 year old’s perpetually young face. He hadn’t changed a bit since Dash last saw him their second week of freshman year. It seemed unreal seeing how the years had taken their toll on Casper’s favorite son, Dash Baxter. God had they really been that young once? “Take a seat and we’ll get started.”

Danny shrugged and walked over to the seat Shannon had just vacated. He sat just the same, one leg stretched out and the other propped up against the leg of the desk. As soon as he took off the backpack and put it around the chair, it disappeared. He didn’t say anything else, just sat as stared at Dash with piercing blue eyes like he could see right through him.

“We had been talking about the lead up to the Civil War but let’s table that for today,” Dash said, proud his voice only wavered a little. He knew other people had seen Fenton around town. Lina saw him standing outside the Nasty Burger maybe five or so years ago. Dale, who used to live near Fenton Works swore he sometimes saw someone moving through the windows of the long abandoned house. He’d always secretly dreaded the thought of seeing Danny Fenton again, afraid he’d finally get was coming to him.

“Instead, we’re going to talk about local history,” he continued, not daring to take his eyes off the undead teen. Every other living student was tense, afraid. He wished he could assure them that the ghost wouldn’t lay a hand on them. In the event Fenton decided to ditch the hero schtick, it would be Dash and Dash alone he’d come after. “Amity Park has long had rumors of being haunted dating all the way back to the 1600s. It wasn’t until the last century that scientists determined that Amity Park is located on top of a thin spot between our world and the ghost realm. Natural portals form here all the time allowing spirits to pass through.”

No one spoke and barely anyone breathed except for Danny would wasn’t breathing at all. He just sat and stared at Dash with steady, unblinking eyes.

“Jack and Maddie Fenton were the scientists who discovered the weak point in reality in Amity. They devoted their entire life to the study of ghosts and made remarkable advancements in our knowledge of ectobiology and culture, the first being,” he paused as Danny cocked his head in confusion, squinting his eyes suspiciously at Dash. “The first being their manmade portal to the ghost zone. The portal remained active for almost two decades for research purposes but was shut down following their deaths.”

“You’re not Mr. Lancer,” Danny said suddenly, his eyes shifting from baby blue to an ectoplasmic green. Marty, who was sitting to the left of Danny, swallowed a squeak of fear and squeezed his eyes shut.

“No,” Dash sighed, “Lancer died almost thirty years ago now. Best teacher I ever had, he gave me his blessing when he passed on the job to me.”

“I,” the ghost ran his hand through his hair which was starting to lose its color. Seeing Fenton looking so scared and confused made him ache. It reminded him of old times. Dash had spent most of his life making sure he helped hurt kids if only to make up for the one he’d never been able to make it up to. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s okay, Danny,” he soothed. “I know it’s a lot to take in.”

“The portal, it wasn’t working at first,” Danny justified, his aura glowing a little more. “Sam and Tuck, they were curious. They wanted to look but I told them it wasn’t allowed, Sam, Sam she dared me to go in. I put on the hazmat suit and went inside and found the on button inside. I accidentally hit it and-” he paused midsentence and looked down at his hands. They weren’t pale flesh anymore but covered in white gloves. The black was completely bleached from his hair. A few of the students gasped as they saw the strange would be student melt into Phantom, the ghostly hero who’d been protecting their town since their parents were young. “I died.”

So much time had gone by. People were born and people were buried and the truth became distorted until it was just a legend passed jokingly around cafeteria lunch tables. Amity’s youth had forgotten their town’s history until it was sitting in a desk, trying once more to be one of them.

“You did,” Dash said sadly. He remembered hearing the news of Fenton's death. An assembly had been called the morning after the accident. Lancer had cried at the podium, Manson and Foley hadn’t returned to school for a week and had never been the same again. Dash hadn’t known what to think at the time, only that the kid he’d beat up for the crime of being different would never show up to school again. Or so he’d thought. “It was a tragedy, you were mourned by a lot of people.”

“I know you, don’t I?” Danny said quietly before he sat up straighter. “Dash?”

“In the flesh,” Dash grinned shakily.

“But you’re so old,” Danny said, once more distressed. “Your hair is grey and there’s wrinkles on your face and-and you’re a teacher now?” The last line was said with incredulity, his eyes flaring again. “You used to push me down the stone steps of the school and shove me into my locker and call me names.”

“Yeah, I did,” he sighed, feeling every one of his years. He was pushing 70 but he didn’t think he’d ever stop feeling like a stupid 14 year old who took out his frustrations on the ones who didn’t deserve it. “But you were the last; I never touched another kid again. I’m married now, four kids. I’m vice principal now, teach History and coach the school’s football team. It’s,” his voice caught again, still unable to process how young and stupid Fenton looked sitting there like no time had passed at all. It made Dash feel like all his accomplishments and attempts to be better would never amount to anything so long as his last victim roamed the earth unable to find peace. “It doesn’t fix what I did back then but I make damn sure that there won’t be any bullying at Casper so long as I’m here.”

“Huh,” Danny said, slouching once more in his seat but it looked less like his earlier teenage laziness and more weary. He and Dash were the same age after all, just because only one of them got old doesn’t mean time didn’t still affect them. “You did change, a lot of things did.” Danny looked down at the desk, “how long has it been?”

“Almost 50 years,” Dash sighed. “My wife wants me to retire but I guess I always find more things to do.” He paused then decided it was now or never. “I’m sorry Danny, for hurting you back then. I wish I'd gotten to know you better.”

For just a moment, Danny was perfectly clear. Even half floating out of his chair and looking like the local celebrity, his eyes were so painfully human. A boy killed before he ever got a chance to get started. Who’s will to protect was so strong it lasted half a century. It haunted him late at night to think of the glory and power of Phantom overshadowing just how incredible Danny Fenton had been. Not that anyone had seen it at the time. Soon there wouldn’t be anyone left to remember that quiet, kind teenager and then Danny Fenton really would be dead. Kill him just as thoroughly as that portal had.

The moment was broken by a breath of cold leaking out of the ghost’s lips and, just like that, his highschool classmate was gone and Phantom was left in his stead. He looked curiously around the classroom as if he didn’t know how he’d gotten there.

“There’s a ghost, stay here and don’t leave unless the fighting gets too close. I’ll get it though, don’t worry. No kids are dying today.” Maybe it was Dash’s imagination but he thought he saw Phantom’s eyes linger on him for an extra moment, trying to place where he knew the teacher from. Dash just smiled.

“Our lives are in your hands. Good luck, Phantom,” the ghost teen saluted before fading away entirely. Dash let out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, suddenly exhausted but also lighter at the same time. It wasn’t every day you got to look your mistakes in the face and apologize. “Shannon, you can move back now.”

“No, I’m okay here,” Shannon said as she flipped to a new page in her sketchbook and looked intently at the spot where Fenton had once sat. “It’s like you said, that’s Danny’s seat.”

“I had no idea, Phantom’s been around for like, ever,” Freddie mumbled, pushing up his glasses. “But he used to be just like us.” And still was, Dash thought sadly. Danny would never grow old, never go to space like he’d always dreamed or marry Manson like he’d probably intended to. He was stuck, in more ways than one for who knows how long.

“Yes, that’s why it’s important to know your history. The Civil War and my other lessons are important but we can’t forget these smaller, more intimate histories. If we lose these lessons to time then we risk repeating the same mistakes over again.” He looked his students in the eyes, holding their attention.

“So we’ll continue today with the local history. Before he was ghost butt kicking superhero, Phantom was Danny Fenton, son of the local ghost hunters and a bit of an outcast in town. The Daniel Fenton Foundation was founded about a year after his death and was-”

[yukio369]

It's never too late?!

Chapter 1

Summary:

You are in a toxic relationship with Bucky. He is overprotecting, you are not allowed to meet other men and he just takes advantage of you. - also sexual-

But when you meet your Ex things are about to change

Warnings: mentions of abuse, fluff

English is not my first language so please be gentle with me if there are any mistakes according to spelling or grammar.

And this is my first fiction so if you have any advices feel free to share. Thx. 😙

You have stopped to love him before but did not know how to end your relationship because you were afraid of him getting to furious.

One day you are about to meet your friends, Nat and Wanda, at a cafè. Your are early and want to get a coffe. Not being carefull enough you run into your ex lover, Loki. You want to apologise but as you realised it was him you could not say a word. You think he is even more attracive than the time you two dated each other. He recognices that you stare at his body and welcomes you by leaning next to your ear and he whispers: "I have never exceptet that you would miss me that much."

You back away and look at him just to see his grin.

You blush and look away because you imediatly feel he is right. You really miss him.

Taking your coffe Loki guides you to a table with his hand gently placed on your back. You missed how gentle he treated you.

Right bevore reaching the table he asks quietly but seriously if you were dating someone at the moment.

You think aubout Bucky and how bad he treated you the last months.

You slowy shake your head and answered: "no".

You look up into his face just to see him smile shily.

Then he takes the chair so you can take your seat but you know Nat and Wanda will be here in 15 minutes. You can not stay but you wish to spend some time with Loki so badly.

So you turn to him and ask if you should take a walk trough the park. Loki agrees but is unsure what your behaviour means.

As you walk through the park you are talking about what you two are doing right know.

You started to work with the Avengers a year ago and Loki has found his place in Asgard. As the prince he helps his brother, Thor, who became king a few years ago. They finally are getting along.

Right know Thor is on earth and helps Tony with something Loki does not know about.

He asks a lot about your new job and as the time goes on and you start to feel familiar around each other the questions become more intimit.

Promptly Loki stops. You turn around and look into his eyes. He comes closer to you. You can see that he is nervous. You slowly place your hand on his cheak. He looks into your eyes and starts: "I have to admit something. It was no coincidence that I was in this cafè todays morning. I was looking for you because I needed..."

He stops and looks down. Ashamed of what he wants to say so badly.

You slowly lifts his head to look into his eyes. "Loki" you whisper.

"I ... I love you." He says. "I always have. And I missed you. I Was a fool to ruin our relationship. I just was not ready for something that ..."

"I know" you answer stil whispering afraid to destroy that beautiful moment.

He looks at you and you can see the tears in his eyes. "I missed you, too." You did not even notice you were about to say something until you heard yourself say these words.

That is all Loki needs to hear and with a simle of pure gold he gently places his right hand on the back of your head an the left on your hips and slowly pulls you into a soft kiss.

Your heart skips and you feel like you cannot breath as you are overwhelmed by your feelings.

Even after ge breaks the kiss you still are not able to process what exactly has happened right now.

His right hand slowly slides down your side and takes your hand. "It's half past two. " Loki says "what do you think about getting something for lunch? I've learned how to cook."

Still unable to speak you just nod. Loki smiles at you and takes your hand to lead you to his car.

Both of you were unable to speak and overwhelmed by your feelings.

During the ride in his car you try to process what just has happened. You are here sitting in Loki's car with him driving to his apartment. Now and then he allows himself to look at you cheeks slightly red and a smile on his lips.

You start to feel uncomfortable. It is so wrong to be here.

Nat and Wanda have probably tried to call you a few times by now. You should have met them at 11 o'clock. But Bucky had your phone. He took it away yesterday. You have been scrolling through your Insta feed and there was a picture of another man as an add for something. You did not even know who it was but Bucky got jealous. He took your phone away. His other hand held obove his head, ready to hit you once again. "Come on. What are you waiting for, you asshole.", you had screamed, "You know that I will meet Wanda an Nat tomorrow. When they see what you have done you are dead."

Bucky looked at you. You never behaved like this. Usually you would sink to your knees begging him for mercy. And he would expect your offer. He would hit you and use your mouth for his pleasure until you were a crying and whimpering mess. But this time you dared to stand op against him? But you were right: if Wanda and Natasha would notice the team would turn against him. They would know who he truly was.

So Bucky just turned around an murmured something like you should better watch out.

But Loki never treated you this way. Sure it was not a perfect relationship. There were reasons you broke up with him. You remembered exactly what has happened that day:

He came home after a two week long mission. He was bruised and tired. But what was the worst was the guilt in his look. You were confused. You two he'd slowly living apart. He was fighting with the Avengers and you were studying law, trying to find new friends and live a regular life. You slowly walked towards you boyfriend. "Hard Mission?" He nod. Unable to look you in the eyes. You sighed. The communication between the two of had gone to an minimum. You turned around not willing to bother with his problems as well. Not right now. You had to write a very difficult assignment. It was due till midnight and you had bearly just started. But you were stopped in your tracks. Loki took hold of your hand and pulled you back to face him. Teras running down his cheeks. "I am so sorry, y/n. I have screwed up. I haven't even noticed. I'm an asshole and you deserve better. I've just noticed as the others told me. I lost you on my way. I do not know about your classes anymore. I do not know about your friends anymore. I have not known thet you are best friends with Natasha and Wanda until they have told me.", his voice weak and trembling, "I have loved you but now I feel like I do not know you anymore and I feel horrible. I am not even sure if I can truly say that I love you right now. I am so sorry. And you deserve someone better than me. Maybe it's because I've changed as my father announced thor as the new King of Asgard and me as his right and or I have changed as I fought alongside the Avangers. I am not the man you felt in love with. And I assume you have changed as well. I am such a horrible boyfriend that I cannot even tell for sure if you have. I am sorry. " A single tear left his eyes.

You just sighed. After what felt like minutes you nearly whispered: "I know."

In that moment Loki wanished in a flash of green.

You knew that this would happen. If you were true to yourself you expect it to happen long before but still it felt as if a part of you had died and you did not know why.

After a few days you spend in grief you called Nat and Wanda. It didn't took them more than ten minutes to be at your apartment near the tower. They immediately took you in a big and long hug. Both of them had always told you that you and Loki were a perfect couple. Well. Not so perfect after all. But they helped you to stay focused and somehow to function enough to go on with you life and finish your classes.

A year later you were a lawyer and worked for shield. Well it definitely has it's benefits to be best friends with two of the Avengers. And you started to learn about your thelecenetic powers.

It took you another half year to be able to date again. And what would be a better fit than the hot super soldier with brown curls and ice blue eyes. He was nice to you. Really, he was. And it was easy for you to fall for him. Just after a month of dating you decided to share an apartment.

We'll you both lived in the tower so it was no big deal since you have spent your whole time together from the very beginning of your relationship.

But the things changed. The moment you moved into his apartment in the tower everything changed. He changed. He wasn't the nice guy you thought. He has that possessive side that could only be described as a control freak but this was not the worst. The worst was the part of his personality that liked to harm the innocent. That wanted to harm you.

At first his tone became rough. After nearly a month he started to yell at you whenever he was angry. And he was nearly always angry.

At first you thought that he was like that because of his past and that he just needed love to be fixed. So you kept his rough behavior a secret and you tried your best. You really did. You always did what he told you. Even if it was something you did not want to do. (And it often was so)

But it only got worse. A few weeks later he hit you for the first time. You do not even knew why and he never did explain. And as he was finished you were too afraid and too ashamed to tell anyone. And so the things went on the last five month and he abused you more often, more regularly.

You jump in the seat and squeak as you feel a hand on your shoulder.

Loki immediately pulls his hand away. He did not expect you to akt like that. Like you were afraid. And he asks himself if he had done something wrong.

He slowly turns his face up to you and looks into your eyes. Thy are slightly widened in shock. Something was wrong and he felt it.

"Are ... are you ok, y/n?", he asks carefully.

Forcefully being ripped out of your memory you start to notice what you have done. Your cheeks heating in shame. "I...I'm sorry.", you mumble bearly audible.

Loki carefully reaches his hand out and cups your cheek. "Hey. Everything is ok. You are with me. You know me. It is ok. I won't harm you.", he says gently squeezing your cheek and giving you a soft smile.

You try to smile as well. But since your thoughts always wander back to Bucky you are not able to.

"And I won't let anyone harm you.", Loki ads as if he heard your thoughts.

You fell like you can trust him. So you dicide to tell him the truth.

You take a deep breath. "Loki.", your voice is weak, "earlier as you asked me if I was dating someone at the moment... I haven't told you the truth... I have a boyfriend. " Loki pulls his hand away immediately and looks at you in shook. What was is that you have just revealed? And why did you lie to hin at first hand?

You take another deep breath to prepare for what you are saying next.

"Loki... I lied to you because he is no good. He harms me and I wanted to brake up but I was to afraid of what he would have done to me if I did so. I could tell none. Not even Nat or Wanda. I ...I..." Tears start to fall and you start to sob.

Loki turns to you and carefully pulls you into his arms placing you into his lap. One of his hands slowly drawing circles on you back to calm you the other laying at the side of your face holding it. His thumb brushing the tears away.

Your hands clinging to his shirt. Just as if you were holding onto him for your dear life.

After a nearly two hours you stopped crying. Slowly taking one of your still shaking hands to wipe away the last of your tears. Loki's hand on your back stopping it's movement as you do so.

He carefully lifts you chin up so you were looking directly into his perfect emerald eyes. He nearly whispers: "I will carry you inside, if you're ok with this. Then I will get you a little to eat and you will tell me everything about that bastard." He hisses the last word and you could see a dangerous sparkle in his eyes which lead you to whince a litte. His fingers carefully creasing your cheek.

Well you have no other opportunities so you slowly nod not braking eye contact.

He gives you a soft smile and lifts you out of his car in a swift motion. You lay your hand onto his strong shoulder. Feeling safe for the first time in nearly half a year.

On his way to carry you into his apartment he presses a light kiss to your forehead. "I will protect you. You do not have to fear anything. I won't let anyone ever harm you again. I promise.", Loki whispers.

[talatomaz]

defenceless | jj x fem!teen!reader

a/n: i’ve been rewatching criminal minds and i can’t believe it’s been a year since i last wrote for jj. and i have no idea where this came from.

(feedback/positive comments are appreciated)

warnings: major references to blood/being stabbed. mentions of assault

word count: 2.7k

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r is jj’s 19 year old adopted daughter and gets victimised after stopping an unsub from assaulting someone

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“Morning, baby.”

You smiled when your Mum came up behind you and softly kissed your head.

“Morning, Mum. I made you some breakfast.”

You said, pouring coffee into the seasoned profiler’s ‘No.1 Mom’ mug that you’d gotten for her several years ago.

You’d gifted it to her on the first Mother’s Day you had with her after she adopted you. And she used it that morning and every morning since.

“God, what’d I do to deserve a daughter like you?”

JJ said proudly as she dug into her breakfast, happily munching on a piece of toast as she looked through her case file. Whatever dark, horrific crime she and her team were investigating simplified down to a few pages in that brown file.

“Busy day?” You asked, leaning against the kitchen counter, staring across at her.

“You have no idea. I’ve been up for a few hours trying to compile some notes on this case we’re working. Young, relatively low-risk, women are being raped in alleyways and there are no witnesses.”

She explained as she continued to eat whilst scribbling shorthand notes on a notepad.

“Any ideas on who you’re looking for yet?”

She hummed in answer. Swallowing her food, she replied, “Yeah, I think we have a preliminary profile that we want to release to the public later today.”

Pouring the rest of her coffee into a travel cup, she put her files in her bag and placed it on the counter you were resting against.

“You got class today?”

You were studying criminology, wanting to follow in your mother’s footsteps and become a profiler.

Nodding, you answered, “Yeah, then some of my friends and I are gonna head to the mall. And yes, I’ll message you constantly, so you know.”

You added when your mother opened her mouth to presumably ask that very question.

“Thanks, sweetie. Whoever our unsub is, he’s targeting women your age and considering he’s probably here right now, I need to know you’re safe.”

“I know, Mum. Now go, you don’t want to be late for work. Hotch only lets you be late once, you know.” You smirked.

“Yes, I know. Bye, y/n. I love you.” Your mother mirrored your expression and kissed your cheek.

“I love you too.” You replied, handing your Mum her keys and you watched her leave as the white door closed gently behind her.

***

“Maybe just call him out on it and see what he says?”

You suggested to your friend, Kerri, after she explained her boyfriend troubles to you and your other friend, Ally.

“I mean, the worst that could happen is-”

You stopped mid-sentence when you heard a muffled scream. Furrowing your brows, you walked closer to where the sound came from; an alleyway behind an old warehouse.

Remembering your mother’s earlier profile, you whispered to your friends, “Stay behind me.”

“Y/N, what is it?”

“Not sure.”

Inching around the corner, you saw two figures behind a dumpster. The smaller figure, who appeared to be a blonde female, was struggling against the male standing over her.

“Hey! Get away from her!”

Shouting, you ran up to the two and watched as the man’s head whipped around to face you before he darted off, jumping over a fence.

Approaching the woman, you saw she was half naked and had blood seeping from her nose.

“Oh god. Call 911, she’s been assaulted.” You said quickly to your friends who stood behind you, shocked at what they had just witnessed.

Hearing Kerri following your instructions, you took off the jacket you were wearing and wrapped it around the exposed girl.

“H-He tried to r-r-”

Unable to form the words, the girl started to sob at her ordeal.

“I know. It’s okay, honey. What’s your name?” You asked, speaking quietly to try to calm her as if she was a spooked animal.

“A-Annie.” She choked out as she tugged your jacket closer around her.

“Annie, you’re safe now. He can’t hurt you.”

The former began to sob harder and fell against your chest. Wrapping one arm around her, you used the other to take out your phone to call your Mum.

“Shh, it’s okay, Annie. You’re okay.” You said, soothing the distraught girl who was currently crying her heart out against you.

“Hey, y/n, what’s up?”

After quickly explaining what had just transpired, JJ told you and your friends to remain where you were since you were all witnesses and that she’d be there soon.

“You did good, babygirl.”

Morgan said, handing you a cup of coffee.

You were currently sitting at your mother’s desk at the BAU, having already given your statement to both local police and your Mum’s team at the crime scene. Emily and Spencer had driven your friends home whilst you came with your Mum to her work - she refused to leave you alone, even though you’d argued that it was still daylight and you’d be fine.

You didn’t reply, deciding to sip the hot drink, wincing when it burned your tongue.

“He’s right, y/n. Most people probably wouldn’t have heard anything.”

You glanced up at your Mum who stood above you, her hand resting on your shoulder.

“What will happen now? To the unsub, I mean. I interrupted him so he never managed to rape Annie.”

“He’ll probably try to hurt someone else.”

You turned to face Hotch as he approached you and the rest of his team.

“I just got off the phone with the hospital. They’ve discharged Annie into the care of her parents. She wanted me to tell you ‘thank you’.”

“I’m glad she’s okay. Physically anyways. So, you think he’ll get sloppy? Since he never got to...finish, he’s probably going to be antsy right? He might make a mistake?” You asked, hopeful that your Mum would catch him soon.

“More than likely. He’s definitely going to be angry, especially since we’ve just released the profile along with the sketch you helped us with, y/n.” Hotch answered, a gleam of pride in his eyes.

“Anything I could do to help,” you replied.

Standing up, you faced your Mum, “I think I’m going to go home. I’m kind of exhausted.”

“I’ll drive you h-”

“It’s okay,” you interrupted your Mum, “you’re busy here and you’ve got a lot of work to do. Besides, it’s only mid-afternoon so I’ll be fine. I-I just need some air.” You said, your voice faltering when you felt tears forming.

Clearing your throat, you held back your emotions and kissed your Mum on her cheek, “I’ll message you when I get home.”

“Okay, baby. I’m proud of you.”

The tall blonde hugged you close to her which you returned with as much ferocity, her hands stroking your hair as she cradled your head against her.

Bidding your goodbyes to the rest of the team, you left the federal building.

“JJ, you okay?” Morgan asked.

JJ had heard the emotion in your voice and though she was proud to have seen you comforting the most recent victim, it had hurt her heart to see what came after the ambulance drove away with an injured Annie in the back.

Once you’d given your statement and described the unsub to her and her team, she’d followed you to her old vacant office from her media liason days where you’d broken down.

She had watched you hold yourself together by a thread all throughout the questioning but had known that the adrenaline high would crash soon. And you quite literally did crash. In her arms, the moment she had closed the door behind her.

She had fought back her own tears as she gathered you into her arms, soothing you as you did earlier with Annie.

She’d tried as hard as she could to keep you away from her world.

She didn’t want you to be exposed to any more darkness than you’d already experienced when you were younger, before you’d met her.

“JJ?”

The blonde blinked, breaking away from her thoughts to stare back at the rest of the team.

“She did good, JJ.” Morgan repeated as JJ simply nodded, not knowing what to say.

***

Taking out your phone, you sent a message to your group chat with Kerri and Ally, wanting to make sure they were okay.

After receiving replies from the both of them confirming that they were fine and just a bit shaken up, you placed your phone back in your pocket.

Sighing, you continued walking down the relatively empty street; the majority of people either at work or school, unaware of what had happened just a few hours earlier.

You thought about Annie and later crying in your Mum’s arms. You didn’t even know why you did. Spencer probably would have given you some fact about adrenaline crashes but you shook your head, feeling self-conscious.

There was no need for you to break down like that.

All it achieved was your Mum being worried about you which was the last thing you wanted because it meant she’d be distracted from doing her job. Catching this asshole.

Hands in your pockets, you felt the bright sun shine down on your face.

Stopping for a brief moment, you glanced up at the sky, and allowed yourself to breathe.

As you were about to carry on walking, you felt a harsh grip on your arm pull you into an abandoned parking lot.

You thrashed against the strong hold, the self-defence skills your Mum taught you kicking in.

Stomping on the large figure’s foot, you smirked at the grunt of pain that fell from his lips. Then you elbowed them in their stomach and threw your head back into theirs. Hearing more shouts of pain, you started to run before you were roughly pushed against a brick wall.

Your breaths came out in heavy pants and your eyes widened as you stared into familiar eyes.

It was the unsub.

He held himself tight against you, pulling a switchblade from his pocket and into your view. Your eyes flickered from the sharp blade to his eyes. They were filled with fury as blood dripped from his nose - from when you’d head butted him.

“Good. So you recognise me.” His voice was hoarse, as if he’d swallowed a bunch of nails.

“What do you want?” You spat out, refusing to show any indication of fear to him.

“You ruined the other girl for me. But you seem like a challenge. I like that.”

Pressing the knife against your neck, he used his free hand to undo his belt.

You barely controlled the terror that threatened to rise through your body. Instead, you tried to focus on the pressure of his weapon, waiting for a slight reprieve where you could make your move to escape.

That moment came when he unzipped his trousers.

The pressure lightened for a few seconds which was all you needed.

Grabbing his wrist, you twisted the knife away from you and kneed him in the groin. Pushing him away, you stumbled, trying to escape.

But he was quick on his feet.

He swiftly picked up the knife that had fallen to the floor and thrust it into your stomach.

You groaned, the pain unlike anything you had ever experienced before. Your hand instinctively went to your stomach as blood started to coat your clothing.

You slumped down the wall as the unsub crouched down, sneering at you, “Bitch.”

Tapping the ground behind you, you felt a piece of broken glass in your fingers. Gripping it tightly, you gathered all your strength and plunged it into his neck.

He yelled out, his hand going to the glass that was still in his flesh.

Recognising what he was about to do, you clambered to your feet and watched as he pulled the shard, of what appeared to be from a broken beer bottle, out of his skin. Blood splatted all over the wall that you had been against, just moments before.

Blood continued to seep out from your wound.

You took off your jacket - the one you had previously wrapped around Annie - and pressed it against your skin. You groaned at the white hot pain that seared through your skin.

Knowing you were only down the street from the Quantico building, you took out your phone and called your Mum as you walked, as well as you could in your condition, back to the federal building.

“You home already?”

“M-Mum, c-come outside. I-I need you.” You choked out, trying to steady your breathing.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

You could hear her shouting to the rest of her team before she continued to talk into the phone.

You made it to the entrance of the federal building but you were too overcome with exhaustion and you felt yourself drop to the floor.

You could hear shouts from the people around you as they watched blood pool around you.

“Oh my god. Y/N!”

You heard your Mum yell as she fell to your side, pressing her hands heavily against your wound.

You barely heard as Hotch called 911, stating his name and rank and urged for an ambulance to be sent immediately.

You struggled to keep your eyes open as you looked up at your Mum.

“Come on, baby. Stay awake for me.” JJ begged, tears carelessly running down her face.

“It hurts, Mum.”

“I know, baby. I know. But you’re strong. Stay with me. How’d this happen?”

JJ knew the only way to keep you awake was to continue talking so your brain could still remain active.

“H-He’s dead. He attacked me. I-In a car park. Down there.”

You weakly raised your hand and pointed towards the direction you had come from.

“Good girl. Just stay with me. You’re going to be okay. Y/N? Y/N!”

JJ screamed when she watched your eyes flutter closed as you lost consciousness.

***

“Woah, y/n. It’s just me.”

JJ said quickly when you jumped as she came up behind you to kiss your head.

It had been a few weeks since you’d been stabbed.

You’d woken up in a hospital, hooked up to all sorts of machines monitoring your heart rate. Your eyes had fallen on your mother who, once she saw you were awake, started to cry and hug you close to her. That then made you start crying and the two of you were just a pile of tears as you clung to each other.

After the tears had stopped and the doctors had checked up on you, JJ had told you that they’d found the unsub in a parking lot a few blocks from the BAU.

A couple of days after, you’d been discharged from the hospital. Your mother had stayed by your side up until this week when you had urged her to go back to work.

That had led you to now. She’d just arrived home from work and you hated that you were still on edge after your attack, despite your Mum telling you it was normal.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, honey.” JJ said softly as she came to sit beside you on the sofa.

You both sat in silence for a few moments before you spoke, your voice coming out in a whisper.

“I’m scared, Mum.”

You felt her eyes on you as she spoke, “Scared? He’s dead, y/n. He can’t hurt you.”

“I know, I just-In that moment when I fought him, I was so defenceless. And I’m scared of what will happen the next time I can’t defend myself.”

You continued, tears welling in your eyes as you stared ahead, unable to face your mother.

“Y/N,” JJ gently turned your face so she could look into your eyes.

“Am I defenceless?”

You blinked, having not expected that question. “What? No.”

“Exactly. I’m not. But I felt like it after I was kidnapped and tortured a few years ago. It’s normal to feel like that, y/n. But it’ll pass. I can promise you that.”

“It’s like I can feel him stabbing me over and over again.” You choked out, failing to force your tears back down.

“Oh, baby.”

JJ gently pulled you to her as she wrapped her arms around your body. She cradled your head against her chest as you clung to her arms, now sobbing.

“I got you, y/n. You’re safe. I got you.” She repeated, soothing you as you continued to cry.

Still hugging you against her, she kissed your head,

“As long as you have me, you’ll never be defenceless.”

[boldlyvoid]

Amoreena | chapter four

Chapter Four

summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, depressed spencer, reader has a daughter, falling in love, strangers to lovers, library smut, oral (female receiving) lots and lots of fluff

word count: 3.9k

from the beginning <3

Everyone at work was very understanding. Almost all of them saw it coming, he was taking more sick days than normal and he wasn’t putting up a fight anymore when the 30 days was required to take rolled around. They were profilers after all.

He arrives on Thursday morning to pack his desk. The team is finally home and all together to wish him well on his future journey, giving him hugs and kisses as they each visited his desk.

They had already replaced him, Will LaMontagne was giving the FBI a shot, finally. Spending more time with JJ, the kids were old enough now to accept both of them working. And Kate Callahan was back, now that her baby wasn’t a baby anymore either.

Even Penelope and Derek showed up, bringing a cake that said ‘happy retirement’ written across the frosting. They were happy for him, they shared the same excitement he had. There was a thrill in his eyes again as they asked him about his plans.

“Tell us about this Y/N you met,” Emily cut into the laughter to get to the serious topics.

“I’ve been going to the park a lot recently and I found this little reading nook by a pond. She was there with her daughter and they invited me over to their picnic,” he realized how fake it all sounded as he continued to speak. “Her daughter is wonderful and super smart, I took them to the Smithsonian on Sunday and I’m completely smitten.”

Everyone swooned, happy to see him finally finding someone that makes him gush like this. It had been a very, very long time since Spencer has told any of them about a person, let alone someone he was in love with.

“She is wonderful,” Penelope added, “she makes the best tea and she lives in a literal Disney movie.”

Spencer laughed, “yeah she does. They probably read more books than I have, they make so many references all the time and they even dress up for what they’re reading, it’s amazing.”

They were amazed by how giddy he was, unable to stop smiling at him, “here we dressed up for the museum, I was milo from Atlantis and she was the old man in Tarzan,” he pulled his phone from his pocket to show them the photo.

It was his background now, Y/N sent it to him when he finally went back to his place Monday night, knowing he’d miss them. Not wanting him to be alone.

He was beyond proud to show them the photo, beaming from ear to ear as they all complimented his attire.

“She looks like you,” Kate added, “must be the genius gene,” she added, making awkward eye contact with JJ as they both clocked it.

“She’s exactly like me, that’s why Y/N likes having me around, it’s good for Amoreena to feel normal with the way our brains work,” he spoke about her like she was his own. Forever grateful to have her in his life.

“So when are you proposing?” Matt teased him. Knowing the feeling of love like this all too well with his perfect wife and a handful of children.

“I’m not trying to jinx anything,” Spencer admitted. “I actually have a job interview at the Library she works at later, so I’ll be around here a lot more.”

“He’ll be moved in by the end of the month,” Tara smiled, proud of him and the courage it takes to follow your heart.

“I’m going to miss you guys,” he presses his lips together softly, nodding as he avoids eye contact with them. “But you can call me whenever you need my brain, I guess.”

Hugs were exchanged as Spencer had to leave, Derek even offered to drive him back to his apartment to help with 4 boxes of books from his desk, and to have a bit of a talk like they always do.

“It’s surprisingly easy to be a dad, all you have to do is be there and love them,” Derek shared a tidbit of advice

“She told me she doesn’t mind me being like Amoreena’s dad, but I don’t think I can yet. I want her to decide when she wants me in that role.”

Spencer explains his feelings the easiest to Derek. Like he was already in his mind and knew the thoughts before he said them, Derek was never mad or disappointed in him. He loved him fully, and Spencer loved him right back.

“Like when you chose Gideon?”

Spencer can only nod, it’s still too sad to think about him being gone. “You know what it’s like, you love your father but there are other people in your life who fit the role better.”

“Yeah,” Derek agreed. “You’re going to be great, regardless of the name she uses when she thinks of you.”

“Thank you,” Spencer smiled as they pulled up to his apartment, “you should bring Hank to meet the animals this weekend sometime.”

“He’d love that,” Derek smiled back at him, patting his shoulder lightly. “I’m really proud of you.”

“I wouldn’t have been able to do it if you didn’t first,” he admits. “You’re a strong man who decided to put his happiness first, I can be too.”

“You sure as hell can,” Derek wrapped him up in one last hug before sending him off to live that best life he was talking about.

The only person who didn’t know yet was his mother. He wasn’t sure how to tell her, he knew she’d be proud of him regardless but that anxiety of disappointing her never went away even now that he was 40.

“Spencer!”

“Hey mom,” he smiled when she picked up. “How are you?”

“I’m fantastic, Marge and I are going on a walk later to see some ducks that were born, I really love it here Spencer,” he could hear it in her voice. She was much more joyful when she was surrounded by friends.

“I’m glad to hear it.”

“you sound happy, what’s going on?”

She was his mother, after all, she could know exactly how he’s feeling from just hearing him breathe or being in the same room as him. It was like a superpower, she always knew what was going on.

“I met someone,” he can’t help but smile. “And I quit the FBI to have a family.”

“You’re kidding?” He couldn’t read her tone, not sure if she was surprised or disappointed.

“Her name is Y/N, she has a 7-year-old daughter named Amoreena who is exactly like how I was as a child, you’d really like them,” he explains and he can hear his mother's smile from his end of the phone.

“I would love to meet them, you can bring them to visiting hours next Tuesday?” Diana offered, genuinely happy for him in a way that made his heart burst.

“I’ll see if they’re free and I’ll let you know.”

“I love you, Spencer,” she reminded him. “It’s nice to hear you’re happy, that’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.”

“I love you too, thank you, mom, for everything.���

She hangs up before they can get too emotional, leaving Spencer inside his sad little apartment all by himself. Taking the opportunity to pack his overnight bag for Y/N and pick out some books from his collection to show Amoreena.

There’s an envelope sticking out of one of his books that manages to catch his attention, taking it out to see his name written on it in Gideon’s handwriting. He almost forgot he had this, how important the words were.

Spencer,

I knew it would be you who came to the cabin to check on me. I’m sorry the explanation couldn’t be better, Spencer. I’m sorry it doesn’t make more sense, but I’ve already told you. I just don’t understand any of it anymore.

I guess I’m just looking for it again, for the belief I had in college, the belief I had when I first met Sara and it all seemed so right.

The belief in happy endings. When you find that, never let it go, Spencer.

Don’t let this job do to you what it did to me, get out and get a life when you can. I have faith in you, till I see you again, take care, son.

Gideon

He walked over to the window then, seeing a beautiful red and brown bird perched on his fire escape. He couldn’t help but smile, “I found my Sara, thank you,” he whispers to the bird who turns its head to the side before flying off.

Gideon always did have the best timing and the best advice.

—

“Y/N, your one o’clock is here to see you,” the receptionist at the Library said over the phone, hanging up and returning her attention to Spencer, “she’ll be with you in a moment.”

“Doctor Reid,” he hears her voice as she rounds the corner, appearing behind a stack of books in the most beautiful blue dress he’s ever seen. “Lovely to see you again.”

“You too,” he smiles.

“Right this way,” she can’t help but smile as she escorts him to her office.

“I don’t normally consider people who don’t send in a resume, but I have a feeling you’re going to be good at this,” she teased him as he sat at her desk.

“Allison is going on maternity leave in a few weeks, so you won’t start until she has the baby. If you’re serious about wanting this position, it’s only Monday through Thursday, 9 to 2:30.”

“You’re not going to ask me anything?”

“I don’t know if you know this, but the literary historian and I get to spend a lot of time together, I’d rather hire someone I know I already like,” she smiled again. “And it would be nice to see you every day without a 7-year-old taking all your attention away from me.”

“You just want to live out the fantasy of kissing someone in the encyclopedia section, don’t you?” He teased her right back, making her blush. “I knew it.”

“Sue me!” She laughed, and he finally understood what tinker bell meant when she said farries are born from the purest laughter.

He was in love with her right then and there, he was sure of it.

It had been under a week and yet as he stared at her, hearing her wonderful laughter and seeing her beautiful smile, knowing she wanted to spend time with him, that she genuinely liked him and none of this was one-sided, it made him fall harder than he thought he could.

“Come on then,” he stands abruptly, taking her hand and pulling her out the door.

She tries to giggle quietly as she follows him all the way back to the quietest section of the library. Most of the books on the shelves didn’t even have bar codes because they haven’t been checked out since the 60’s, no one needs them but they can’t seem to part with them.

She backs up against the shelf and pulls him into her space, he drops her hands and holds her face instead, looking at her beautiful eyes as they sparkled in the fluorescent lighting.

“I was expecting this to be hungrier than this when I imagined it all for all these years,” she whispers, biting her lip to force her smile back.

“You’re just so fucking beautiful,” is all he can say, brushing her cheeks with his thumbs lightly a few times before finally placing his lips against hers, ever so gently.

Her hands stretched around his back, pulling him in closer till their bodies are pressed together and then she’s kissing him deeper. Breathing in through her nose like she’s trying to keep him there forever, her fingernails dig into his shirt and he knows she wants more.

He slid his thigh between hers, opening his mouth to give her all the access she wanted and letting her take control of the speed. She wasn’t kidding when she said she expected it to be hungrier. She was kissing him like it was the first time she has had contact with another human being in years, and it just might have been. She said she was single for a while before Amoreena, probably the whole time since as well.

“Spencer,” she took a moment to gasp for air, breathing against his lips as he did the same. “Can we?”

He kisses along her jaw then, moving towards her ear to whisper, “do what? Use your words.”

“Anything, just touch me please, god it’s been 12 years,” she begged as quietly as possible, tugging at his hair as he nibbled on her earlobe.

He kissed down her neck making his way towards her chest. Holding her by the hips now, she arched her back into the shelf as he kissed all the way to where her dress started to cover her breasts but he didn’t stop. Kissing over her clothes as he dropped down to his knees in front of her.

He undid his tie, slipping it off his neck and handing it to her, “in case you need to scream into something.”

She held it in her hand for a second, registering what he just said and moaning softly in response as she held it closer to her lips, he took that as a yes and slipped under her dress.

She was wearing just a pair of regular cut pink underwear, not expecting this in the slightest when she got ready this morning. He kissed her over top of the fabric, spreading her legs so that he could kiss the insides of her thighs as she tried to desperately grind into his face. grazing his teeth against her skin as she shivers, thighs shaking in anticipation.

He kisses right where her clit should be under the fabric, knowing he’s correct when she whimpers around the tie he handed her. It's muffled and adorable as he kisses her again and again, knowing she wants more and teasing her gently.

He pulls her panties to the side, mesmerized by how perfect she is for only a second before returning to the task at hand. Being the first person to pleasure her in years, wanting her to have the best time possible.

With one hand he holds her panties back, using his other to slowly swipe a single finger through her folds to see just how wet she was. Smirking against her thigh as he’s able to slip right in.

“Please,” he hears her whisper, lifting the dress up so she could look at what he’s doing.

“Such a good girl for me,” he pressed the words against her skin.

He spreads her legs even further, resting one of them on his shoulder as he dives in, sucking her clit into his mouth abruptly as he pumps his single finger in and out. She jerks her hips at the sudden contact, stuffing the tie in her mouth and biting down as she whimpers.

He knows what he’s doing, where all the pleasure spots are and what feels the best on most women. Searching around and trying different tongue movements, memorizing the sounds she makes and attempting to hear them again and again, knowing it means she’s enjoying herself.

That’s all he wanted, to please her. Not even realizing how hard he was as he continues to eat her out furiously in the back corner of the DC Public Library. He forgets they’re even in public entirely as he moans against her clit, sending shockwaves through her body.

She’s quaking then, holding onto the top of his head with one hand as the other grips a shelf. She’s panting into the material of the tie, the hot breath making its way through the fabric and stopping the whorish moans he knew she’d make. It had been too long since someone treated her right.

He added a second finger then, wanting to push her over the edge as he curled them, finding her g spot and caressing it with every thrust of his fingers. She clenched around him then, a high-pitched noise left her mouth as she finished around him.

He couldn’t help but smirk, re-moving his fingers and cleaning them off in his mouth. Releasing them with a pop before dragging his tongue along her one last time. Gathering up everything she released and placing her panties back over her nicely.

He kissed over her underwear one last time before fixing her dress and standing up, “did I manage to fulfill the dream?”

She couldn’t help but laugh, looking like she was coming down from a real high, not just an orgasm. She pulled him in close and held onto him for dear life as she continued to catch her breath, and then her hand started to wander.

“Nope,” Spencer whispered, moving her hand away from his aching cock. “As much as I want to, I’d rather fuck you at home.”

“Home huh?” She teased him, kissing his cheek softly as she pulled back.

"I love you," he whispers against her ear, without a fear in the world that she didn't feel the same way.

"I love you too, Spencer."

They couldn’t stop smiling at each other, it felt surreal to be this happy. He kissed her a few more times, staying hidden in the back corner until the blood in his body let this dick and went back to where it was supposed to be.

She just held him in her arms, leaning back against the shelves as they kissed softly, running her hands through his hair gently, over and over. She whispered a few thank you’s to him, letting him know it was everything she waited for.

It was truly perfect.

—

Amoreena was so happy to see him back at the farm when she got off the bus, she missed him during the few days he wasn’t there.

She asked him to help with her homework, her teacher assigning them an “all about me” project to showcase their growth at the end of the year ceremony. It was almost June, she only had a few weeks left before she was off for the summer and free to show him around the whole kingdom.

Y/N brought out a box of craft supplies and a collection of photos. Showing Spencer every single moment of her and Amoreena’s life.

From her first sonogram to the first bump photo, she had and every maternity shot on the farm you could think of, to the day she was born, her first bath, first steps, chocolate cake shoved on her nose at her first birthday, everything. He felt like he watched her grow up in the blink of an eye, staring at all the photos while Y/N and Amoreena made a plan for her project.

She did look a lot like him, in some instances, she even looked like his mom. There was a look Diana would get when she was intrigued with something, or when she was trying to figure something out. She’d bite her tongue and tilt her head, and it was exactly what Amoreena did.

He never thought he’d see a child-like himself this early, he always expected someone to contact him at 18 and surprise him like Rossi. He really never, ever thought he'd have a child in his life who he was blessed with watching grow up. He never believed someone would have a kid so much like him and allow him to see the world through their eyes. He was amazed by how lucky he got, to be brought into an already happy family that wanted him, they didn’t just need him.

There was no need for a father in Amoreena’s life, she was happily living her life with her grandparents and her mother, explaining to him that she had a bunch of aunts and uncles, plus 15 cousins and they all lived close too. Her life was full of people to love her, and yet she wanted Spencer to love her too.

“Can I put the photo of us at the museum on here too?” She asked Y/N, looking at Spencer to see if he was okay with it too. “I already told my friends that you’re my dad.”

He felt like he couldn’t breathe, he didn’t want to cry in front of her so instead he just stopped all movement inside of his body and held it in. Looking at Y/N who was also a little emotional as Amoreena went back to looking through the photos.

Amoreena didn’t even notice how their expressions changed, she didn’t understand the weight of the words as she said them. She was oblivious to the hole in Spencer’s heart that she was filling with glitter glue, making him feel like he was whole again.

“Yeah,” he finally managed to speak. “I’d love to be on your project.”

“I know you said we don’t need dads but I kinda want one,” Amoreena’s soft expression made his heart melt even more. He was putty in her hands, willing to be whatever she wanted from him as long as he could.

“When did you say that?” Y/N asked softly, confused as to where she was when they had a conversation.

“The other morning at breakfast, um, my father left when I was little. It was just me and my wonderful mother until I was 21, then I found someone to call Dad. His name was Jason Gideon, he was my mentor and he made he feel like I was smart and loved,” he smiled, letting her know he genuinely meant it. “There’s a big difference between being a father and being someone's dad.”

“What’s that?” Amoreena’s innocent mind running wild as she tried to figure out his meaning.

“Anyone can be a father when two adults make a baby,” he said softly, making eye contact with Y/N as she blushed. Knowing where he was going with this. “But dads are special, they’re the people who are supposed to make you feel safe and loved. A person who you can turn to for advice and know he’ll love you no matter what you have to say. Dad’s are supposed to love you forever, regardless of what happens in life. Just like your mom does already.”

Amoreena leaned into his chest, pressing her head against him softly. He wrapped his arms around her gently, giving her the tiniest hug he’s ever given. “I pick you then, you’re the best guy I know and I think that means you’d be a good dad.”

Y/N silently cried, getting up from the table and walking into the kitchen so Amoreena wouldn’t see her sob. Spencer tried to widen his eyes so the tears he was generating would slip back into his tear ducts. Not wanting to cry as she held him.

“I’d love to be your dad,” he whispered, kissing her head softly as she held him tighter. “But first I’ve gotta check on your mom,” he whispered into her hair. Watching her pull away and look for where she was.

“Okay,” Amoreena shrugged, returning to her project as he wandered into the kitchen.

She was leaning against the counter when he walked in, her dress pulled up over her face as she cried into the material. Wiping her face as Spencer walked in and looking at him with the happiest smile.

She was laughing into her tears then, shaking her head as she sobbed, “why am I crying?”

He laughed then too, pulling her into a hug and spinning her around gently as she kept laughing. Her face buried into his neck as she smiled, he set her down gently so he could pull her into a kiss.

Her cheeks were all wet as he held her face, peppering kisses to her lips as they both tried to stop smiling.

“I’m going to miss hearing her call you Spencer,” Y/N whispered.

“Me too,” he giggled again. “But dad does have a good ring to it.”

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Joe Sko's Homeless Journey For Gifted & Cursed - Up To Tuesday July 11th

Joes journey for gifted and cursed On February 18, 2022 I attempted suicide by stabbing myself in the throat and trying to cut the carotid artery. When I woke up in the hospital I was upset and that because not only because I survived because I would be homeless, I was scared to death of being homeless. I spent seven days in the hospital recovering from my wounds in an additional 14 days in a psych ward, behavioral health unit where I found out I was bipolar manic depressive. Again, my biggest fear at this time was me being homeless after getting out. And the subsequent time I’ve had several manic episodes, one of which had me move to Southern California where I’m living right now. While going through a manic depressive state after being fired from a job where I was sexually assaulted, I watched a video of Joe Rogan and ari sharif chatting about his depression. This is where I decided to create giftedandcursed to educate people on what the mentally ill actually go through After recording a few podcast episodes with the fellow Bipolar friend Maraya. I decided to go a little crazy with the idea and actually to go Homeless myself. On June 18 exactly 16 months after I attempted suicide I donated everything I owned to the church soup kitchen I volunteer at save for one bag of clothes and my computer hardware so I can record and upload. The date was completely random. I did not choose it. I figured I’d last a month or two but I only lasted nine days sleeping in my car where my head or my brain started really messing with me. I started to get desperate. I needed to get some type of income in as soon as possible because I realized I was starting to behave like the homeless around me. Very complacent. I was looking for an search engine optimization gig on craigslist and found Eddie Barber an Academy award winning camera person. He has apparently the inventor of the gimbal and lots of other camera equipment stuff, so I figured I hit the jackpot. After a great conversation and meeting with Eddie, he asked me to set up a nonprofit foundation, called the Eddie Barber foundation for him.  I did so, putting together all the paperwork, and was signed as his executive Director/secretary of the foundation I was allowed to use one of Eddie’s vehicles to go pick up a Wallet, but during this time I enter a Manic stage where I got very desperate and was trying to sell his 360 camera booth. My cell phone has been shut off at this time and my car has been towed for nonpayment. This is Monday, July 10. I drove to the church using Eddie’s car to confront the upper staff about someone stolen mail as well as stolen money that I have been reported to about. I told them that the production company really wanted to know more about the stolen mail, as well as the list of broken employment laws they have broken. This really scared them and they asked if they can opt out which I said no. This made them pretty upset. Several hors later I confronted the church security guard at which point he head butted me before I could finish my sentence. I defended myself, held him down and his girlfriend Jeanine run out and kicked me in the throat. Bleeding profusely from my nose and face immediately jumped into Eddies car, because I had no idea how many people were actually attacking me and I left the church property I started getting woozy and lightheaded and parked at an apartment complex and called 911 at which point they came within a few minutes and took me to the hospital leaving Eddie’s car at the apartment complex. The hospital fixed me up and gave me a ride back to my car through an Uber at 2 in the morning at which point I had to wait around 6 hours because Eddie Eddie’s car died and I wasn’t able to start it. I need a jumpstart. At around seven or 8 AM I was arrested by police officers because Eddie had called the car in stolen. At this point, I am still unable to speak well because of my throat injury and my eye is blackened.  I called Eddie threatened to sue him if he didn’t drop the charges and I think that’s why I was released without having to sit bail or see a judge but I still have to go back to court on August 10 I got out of jail at 11:30 PM with only my cell phone.  I was so furious and irritated that I created a video for Eddie that was very malicious but after watching it, I decided to delete it and I went to the nearest hospital and told them that I’m having a manic episode and that I’m gonna hurt somebody if I don’t I’m hurt myself if I’m not admitted.  This was Tuesday the 11th and I was admitted to bhu on Wednesday the 12th. Staying seven days at the behavioral health unit I was released on the 18th and I’m now living in the sober living house with only my cell phone and Eddie still refuses to let me come by and pick up my stuff. Please refer to the pages below for the Content. I have been uploading during my Homeless research.. Gifted and Cursed FB page https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100093618002028&mibextid=LQQJ4d Sko media fb page https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100092877542288&mibextid=LQQJ4d Joe sko personal fb page https://www.facebook.com/joeskotheone?mibextid=LQQJ4d   Read the full article