#i’ll reblog later in case i missed someone

[moonlightdancer26]

I’d love blog recommendations!!

good to know :) (also i saw your previous ask, all i can say is 😭😭😭)

1. for starters, me lol

2. @halfblood-princes-crown (wifey)

3. @half-blood-slytherpuff (reblogs a lot of great Snape content)

4. @smilingformoney (funny, huge Alan Rickman fan + ff writer)

5. @snapecentric (i think the url speaks for itself lol)

6. @sideprince (reblogs a lot of Snape meta posts)

these are some of my current favourite Snape blogs off the top of my head, I haven’t been spending as much time on tumblr as I have before so it’s been tough seeking out active Snape blogs lately. I hope to find some more! and enjoy your time in the Snapedom, anon, I’m always here if you have any questions or thoughts <33

(Also if you’re a Snape blog and reblog/post a lot of Snape content, you can comment on/reblog this post so anon can see! @ anon, check out the reblogs and replies in case someone comments!!)

[xkaidaxxxx]

Fortunate Ones

BAKUGOU X READER

Mentions: Corrupt Government, Quirkless, Injections, Pregnancy, Dad Bakugou, Fluff!

reblogs are appreciated! <3

There was a point in time where life was happy for everyone. Then one day things changed.

Those with Quirks lived a better life. Good homes, good environment, upperhand on job opportunities. Quirkless born have it rough. A child should have their quirk by the age of 5 and if not the government will give the child another year just in case they’re late bloomers. If no quirk is developed by the age of 6 they’re separated from their parents and put into the quirkless side of town, Although they are allowed to travel anywhere.They get paired with a good family. They’re not allowed to have any contact with their old family.

You grew up with Bakugou and Izuku. Yeah Bakugou was an asshole but you still followed behind him just as everyone else did. You and Deku had each other. Yes you were parted from your birth parents but the ones you were given too were great. They love you like their own. Deku went through the same thing which is why you guys are understanding each other. You thought you’d be with Izuku forever as besties and have a possibility to end up with Bakugou.

Izuku never told either of you about training with All Might. He couldn’t. He didn’t even tell you about getting into U.A. You thought you'd be going to school. You knew Bakugou got in and it hurt you like hell. Parting ways with someone you fell in love with. “ Since when do you have a quirk!?” You yelled at Izuku. “You’re a piece of shit for not telling her sooner.” Bakugou said. “ It’s not what you think,”Izuku said. He wanted to stay with his best friend. He wished the three of you could attend the best hero school there is. He cared more about being a hero. “ I can’t believe it. How..just have fun with your quirk Izuku. Bakugou have fun as well. I guess this is it…” you say tears running down your face. “Who knows…maybe we can meet up one day or whatever.” He said handing you a piece of paper with his number on it. You smiled. “Y-Yeah..thanks. I’ll miss you guys more than anything.” you said. Bakugou hated it when he was forced into a group hug. He hates physical contact but tolerated it for you. He’s always had a soft side, though he's a total asshole. 

Everyone went their separate ways. You didn’t stay in contact with Izuku. He’s “too busy.” when in reality he didn't make time. He cared more about being a hero. Bakugou is very serious about it too but he tried and did make time even if it was talking on the phone or meeting up in the city going to places where Quirkless people were allowed in. Sometimes he’d even facetime with you at night even after a long and tiring day. Yes he’d knock out mid way with you but he made the time and it made you happy. 

As time went on Bakugou developed feelings towards you and finally confessed after becoming a hero and you two Immediately started dating. During the ending of highschool there was a bill being set. Quirkless people were not allowed to house with a quirk user unless married. Then 2 years later the bill passed. 

“We could always lie. We don’t have to worry about it. Let me handle it.” Bakugou said, holding you close. You were both 20 and ready to move out. Bakugou was making a great amount of money from being a hero even though he's young. You were in your 3rd year in college studying for business management and English language. You had a small business. It’s going very well. You always have orders coming in. “We can’t lie about it,Kats. If they find out then what?” you asked. “We’ll make it happen eventually.” he replied, pecking your cheek. You nodded slightly. It was your plan with him. Him becoming a hero, you finishing school and starting your small business then soon enough live together. You continued your homework. Thank god you’re the smartest in all your class and gained trust from your teachers. They’d give great recommendations for when you need a job. 

“Hey mom. I brought her to meet you. You’ll love her.” Katsuki said. He brought you into the living room. “Really!? All this time?” Mitsuki said, giving you a big hug. You returned it. She’s known you since a kid; she just never thought you’d end up dating her son. “You should’ve told me since you started dating her. Why did you keep it a secret for so long?” She asked, letting me go. “I told him I wasn’t ready not until I was almost done with university.” You answered. “We were planning to move in together but…the new bill was placed..” he said gripping your hand lightly. Mitsuki knows how much he loves you because when you and Bakugou started she noticed how much he started changing and in a great way. “You two are young. Still in the beginning of the new chapter. Us parents will be here to support you both.” Mitsuki said. 

When you and Katsuki turned 21 he proposed to you. While you were at work he decorated the dining room with candles and roses.(he lived on his own.) He made your favorite meal. The lights were dimmed. “Hey Kats. I'm here. What did you need help with?” you asked as you took off your heels. “Yeah I'm in the dining room,” he replied. You went over and blushed as you saw the lovely decorated table. You both enjoyed the food. You talked and laughed. “You’re such a romantic, it's cute. Thank you for this.” You said smiling. “I have one more surprise.” He walked over to you.” he replied and made you stand up. “ Where are you taking me?” you asked. “No No, just stand there okay. Close your eyes, loser.” he replied. You obeyed him. Bakugou took out the ring and got down on one knee. “Open.” he ordered. When you saw him your heart was racing. “Y/n I'm in love with you and you know that. You give me everything you have to offer. You always express your love to me. Make me the happiest man in the world and marry me.” He asked. You nodded as you started crying with him. He slipped the ring on your finger. When the wedding happened a year later you both were so happy, loved and fortunate, very very fortunate. 

You must be wondering why? Well thank god you and Bakugou decided to try for a baby during the honeymoon and it happened. You were blessed twins, baby boys. During the time you were 7 months the government released the news about planning on injecting half of the quirkless females. An injection to stop them from reproducing. You had your babies and after you got approval from the doctor to have another child. You and Bakugou got to work. It was hard to take care of the twins while pregnant but you and Bakugou want a little tribe. 

“ Morning my wonderful boys.” Bakugou said to the twins who were awake and ready for their bottles. He carried both of them and got comfortable on the couch he fed both of them. Struggled but fed them. You were still asleep. He makes sure you get proper rest which is why he took time off work. To help you around the house another set of twins are on the way. You woke up around 9:30 am“Kats?Kousuke?Kensuke?” You called. “In the bathroom babe!” Bakugou said. He was giving the twins their baths. Kensuke was the calm one and Kousuke…sweet lord he’s the wild one. You walked in and saw Bakugou’s shirt all wet. The boys cooed and kicked as Bakugou made silly faces. Kousuke splashed water as Bakugou lifted him to scrub his back. “Let me help kats.” you said with a smile. It took about a good 30 minutes to bath them and have them all set . 

You had a small and cute gender reveal only you,bakugou, his parents, yours and your 2 siblings. It was inside the second nursery. Your sister knows the genders so she planned it. “You guys ready?” Mitsuki recorded. You and Bakugou took a deep breath and then let go as you both opened the closet. Half of it was filled with boy clothes and the other with girl clothes. You shared a kiss with Bakugou. Everyone clapped. “ I love you and our babies.” Bakugou said as he rubbed your bump. “ We love you too, loser.” you replied. Months later you pushed your beautiful babies out. 

You guys want a K family and you also wanted to have one more pregnancy. Hopefully you’re not one of the chosen quirkless females for the injection and lucky for guys you werent. By the time you and Bakugou were 26 you had 6 kids. 

Kids' names. K family. Eldest to youngest.

Kousuke Bakugou(m)

Kensuke Bakugou (m) 

Kyousuke Bakugou (m)

Kimiko Bakugou (f)

Kaoru Bakugou (f) 

Kaisei Bakugou (m)

You changed the kids out of their pjs and into cute clothes. Your mother made a family gathering. Bakugou hugged you from behind then nibbled on your ear whispering, “We should have one more, don't you think my sexy girl.” Your eyes widened when you felt his bulge. “ Go fix your problem in our room.” you said. “ Come on one more?” he begged, leaving a hickey on your neck. You saw the kids fall asleep as you packed up their diaper bags. “ Katsuki Bakugou no.” you replied. His hands roamed your body. When he got to your breasts you moaned as he pinched your nipples,you felt your milk leak a bit. “ one more.” he whispered in your ear and then licked your neck. “Fuck it.” you gave in. He was about to carry you away until baby Kaisei started crying. Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Mommys boy for sure,” he said. You smacked him then carried Kaisei, rocking him in your arms. Bakugou looked at him playing with his little hand. Kaisei wrapped his hand around Bakugou’s finger and gripped it. When the kids do that to him he always ends up crying. You never knew why but he always smiles and pecks their hands in the process. 

The best part of it all is that your children grew up with quirks. When they got their quirks you and Bakugou were blessed. Blessed to be able to stay with your family. 

You both were blessed by God to keep your loving family.

[maximoffcarter]

Take a chance on me.

Pairings: Emily Prentiss x reader.

Summary: To say that Emily was baffled that she first had control over the situation with the UnSub and suddenly being hostage and getting shot again, was an understatement. But what she didn't expect was that she'd meet someone.

A/n: This was requested by anon, I was going to follow Emily's thingy with Mendoza but decided to change it a bit and make it in my own image🫢 Also, I didn't want to have to rewatch those episodes cause I kinda like to think they didn't happen🙂‍↔️ I also did not proof read this, I never do until it's too late haha, so my apologies. I'm working on everyone's request, I'm slowly getting back to writing again cause I miss it so much, and I've been so busy. Hope you guys enjoy this, leave comments, hearts, whatever you like and reblog so this gets some love🫶🏻

*not my gif*

To say that Emily was baffled that she first had control over the situation with the UnSub and suddenly being hostage and getting shot again, was an understatement. After two days of dealing with this case, it seemed like they had it all figured out and under control, but of course, things don’t always go as planned or expected, and now here she was in a hospital bed, waiting for her procedure to get the bullet out because, apparently, it was dangerous to keep the bullet inside and she had to go through surgery to get it out. The team had already made its round to check on her and had promised that they’d be back once Emily was out, she didn’t see the need for them to stay when they had paperwork to do, and they could just go home. She groaned softly as she laid her head back against the pillow and closed her eyes for a moment, sooner or later the nurse would come to take her to the OR, and she’d be out for a while. Soon enough, she felt the presence of someone, she opened her eyes and was about to make a comment about being fine when her eyes landed on the agent that had saved her life. The agent she had spent the last two days working with, and that somehow, had taken her breath away.

“Carter…what…what are you doing here?” Emily offered a small smile, trying to hide the faint blush on her cheeks as she noticed the flowers that the agent was holding.

Y/n huffed a chuckle as she walked into the room, placing the flowers on the table in front of the bed. “I uh…I wanted to check on you. I heard they’ll have to take you to surgery.”

Emily scoffed. “Yeah, well, apparently I can’t keep it in, and they convinced me of the surgery to save me from pain.” She shrugged.

Y/n chuckled softly as she nodded. “Yeah, great choice.” She smiled softly as she tilted her head, staring at Emily. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Well, you saved me. So, I gotta thank you for that.” Emily smiled softly as she stared at her. “And…thanks for the flowers.”

Y/n looked at them and chuckled nervously. “Yeah, well, they were out of ‘get well’ balloons. And I thought these flowers were pretty.” She smiled softly and returned her stare at Emily. “And you really don’t have to thank me.”

Emily nodded as she huffed a chuckle. “Well, I still wanna thank you. Not everyone would risk their life for a stranger.”

Y/n hummed as she squinted her eyes. “Isn’t that our job, though? Risking our lives for strangers?” She grinned softly.

Emily rolled her eyes playfully and grinned. “You know what I mean, and if you don’t, then maybe it’s your problem or maybe me not thinking because of the painkillers.”

Y/n laughed softly as she nodded. “Understood.” She tilted her head as she stared at Emily for a moment before she cleared her throat and looked out the door. “Well…” she looked back at Emily and offered a smile. “I should go…I uh…I need to report back to my office.”

Emily nodded. “And I’ll go into surgery soon.”

“Good luck with that.” Y/n huffed a chuckle as she nibbled on her lip. “It was great working with you, Agent Prentiss.”

Emily smiled softly. “You too, Agent Carter. But please call me Emily.”

“Then you must call me y/n.” Y/n smiled.

Emily nodded. “Fair enough.” She grinned. “Well, I definitely owe you a beer or a drink for saving me. I sure hope we see each other again.”

Y/n grinned softly. “It’s a date.” She shrugged. “I’ll call you tomorrow to check on you…and to talk about that beer or drink.” She winked at Emily. “See you around, Emily.”

Before Emily could say anything else, y/n was already out the door. Emily’s eyes widened slightly as y/n’s words kept running in her mind. ‘It’s a date’. A date. Was it a date? Emily was not entirely joking, she did want to buy her a drink for saving her, which she normally wouldn’t have offered, but felt the need to. But she hadn’t meant it as a date, she hadn’t even thought about it and the words just came out of her mouth. Of course, she wouldn’t mind going for a drink.

Y/n was really nice, Emily found herself getting along very easily with her and they fell into a comfortable rhythm to work together, which Emily really appreciated and made it easier to work this case. She also couldn’t deny that y/n was a really beautiful woman; her voice, the way she walked with confidence, the determination and dedication, her beautiful wavy hair, and the way she smiled…woah, Emily! Stop right there. She snapped out of her trance as she heard the nurse walking into the room, suddenly, Emily remembered she was still in the hospital. But even as the nurse took her to the OR and kept talking about how easy and quick the whole thing would be, she couldn’t help but keep y/n in her mind.

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A few weeks have passed, and Emily was allowed to go back to work, eager to already leave her apartment and get herself busy with work, even if that meant getting busy with paperwork. Not a day went by without Emily getting a visit from someone from the team, and she was not left alone at all, which of course she appreciated a lot, but she was ready to get back and actually do something herself. As she walked into her office, she stopped in her tracks as she noticed a bouquet of flowers sitting on her desk. Her eyes widened a bit as her brows raised, not really expecting this. As she made her way to the flowers, she picked up the small note that laid between the flowers.

‘Heard you’re back on duty. Welcome back! And please be safe since I’m not there to save you again ;)

-Carter.’

Emily’s breath hitched as she stared at the small note and then back to the flowers, not being able to stop her heart from beating as fast as it was. If she didn’t know better, she’d think that she was just flattered by the flowers, but the way her heart was beating? Yeah, that was not common at all. She nibbled on her lip as she leaned down and smelled the flowers, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips at the beautiful smell. But the moment was interrupted as she heard a knock on her door, startling her and making her turn back fast.

“Emily Prentiss in the house! We missed you here, Em!” Penelope squealed as she walked to Emily. “I made sure that your office stayed clean, and also- oh?” She looked behind Emily and let out a gasp. “Who sent you flowers?!”

Emily looked back at the flowers and then back at Penelope, clearing her throat nervously. “Ah…uh…well…” she walked around her desk and then sat down, putting her bag on the desk, and looking at Penelope. “I don’t really know.”

“There’s no note?! Oh…you got a secret admirer that we don’t know about? Do I have to look into surveillance footage? Because I-“

“Garcia!” Emily interrupted, raising her brow as she offered a smile. “No need for that. And…the flowers are just…there. It’s okay.”

“Huh…” Penelope shrugged as she sighed. “Well, fine. Guess we’ll leave it at that.”

Emily nodded softly and thankfully, Penelope dropped it as she told Emily what she had been missing from the days she was not here. But all Emily could focus on was the flowers sitting at the corner of her desk. She felt a bit guilty because since she had left the hospital, she had meant to call y/n but having a full house, barely having any time for herself, it had been hard to actually get some time for herself. As Penelope kept talking, she looked down at her phone and decided to take a little step.

Emily: Good morning. Just got to my office and found some beautiful flowers sitting at my desk. Do you happen to know anyone named Carter?

Y/n: Oh, not sure. The name sounds familiar but can’t wrap my head around it.

Emily: Well, too bad because I really wanted to thank them. I loved the flowers. Happened to be my favorites too.

Y/n: Huh…this Carter must be very smart and has very good choices. Maybe they wish they could’ve seen your face when you saw them ;)

Emily looked up at Penelope as she felt herself smiling, biting her lip softly as she tried to hide it and try to focus a bit on whatever Penelope was saying. She looked down at her phone as she nodded to what Penelope had said, but half of her attention went back to her phone.

Emily: I was quite surprised, but it was nice to walk into my office to such a beautiful surprise. Thank you, y/n. You really didn’t have to.

Y/n: But I wanted to. No problem. Though I hope this means I’ve finally earned my drink and next text I get is you telling me when I can see you ;)

“Who’s texting you that has you smiling?”

Emily’s eyes widened at Penelope’s voice, and she rapidly looked up at her. “Oh, ah…what?”

Penelope chuckled softly as she raised her brow. “Oh…so you do know the person who sent you the flowers.”

“I- uh…I mean…” Emily sighed loudly and decided to give up. She licked her lips nervously before she cleared her throat. “I do.”

“Who is it?!”

“Oh, I know who those are from.” JJ suddenly showed up at the door, smirking as she noticed the flowers. She walked to them and sat on the other chair beside Penelope.

Emily stared at JJ and bit her tongue, trying to save the comment she had in mind. “JJ…”

“It’s this agent from Field Office we worked with a few weeks ago. Emily and…what was her name? Carter?” JJ smirked softly as she looked at Emily. “They got along so well.”

Emily groaned softly as she closed her eyes and looked down, placing her hands on her forehead. “You gotta be kidding me…”

“OH?!” Penelope looked between JJ and Emily, already getting excited.

“Don’t get too excited, Garcia.” Emily chuckled softly as she sighed, nibbling on her lip for a moment.

“What you mean not to get excited? Our girl found herself a girl! How can I- oh. Oh. No. Emily Prentiss, you’re not doing that.” Penelope suddenly snapped, raising her brow. JJ only chuckled softly as she covered her mouth.

Emily furrowed her brows as she shook her head. “Uh…what?”

“I know that look on your face. Just because you’re the chief, doesn’t mean you cannot have a life outside this building. And if this girl is persistent, I don’t see why not! Do you find her attractive?”

Emily stared at her, and she took a deep breath, averting her eyes for a moment as she tried to find the right words to explain the situation. “I just…” She sighed. “Yes, I find her attractive. I don’t know her very well but she’s…really nice.” She smiled a little as she looked back at the flowers.

JJ grinned softly as she looked at Penelope. “Someone has a little crush.” She teased.

Penelope nodded rapidly as she smiled and turned to look at Emily. “Em, c’mon. Call her!”

“Well…she has tried. We text and…I might’ve suggested that I owed her a drink and that has not happened yet…” Emily said the last few words almost in a whisper, a shy smile on her face.

“Oh, because she left out the fact that Carter saved Emily after she got shot.” JJ grinned.

“She did?! We need to worship her! Cute and a knight?! You definitely gotta call her and invite her out.”

Emily groaned softly as she shook her head. “I don’t know, I mean…what if she’s just being nice? What if she’s just…I don’t know…feel like she has to- hey! Give me back my phone!” She tried to stop Penelope from grabbing her phone, but she was too late.

Penelope gasped as she went through Emily’s phone. “‘Hope this means I’ve finally earned my drink and next text I get is you telling me when I can see you’?!” She looked at Emily and her jaw dropped, a chuckle leaving her lips. “Emily! It’s obvious she’s into you!”

“Why someone like her would be interested in me?”

“Oh, c’mon, Em. Anyone would be so lucky to have you, and I’m pretty sure she knows that.”

“And have you seen yourself in the mirror, babes? Please!”

Emily laughed softly, nibbling on her lip as she looked back at the flowers. She sighed softly. “I just…I’m not sure she would want to deal with me.”

“I’m gonna stop you right there, Prentiss. You are allowed to have a life outside this building.” JJ said as she looked at Emily, tilting her head as she stared at her, offering a small smile. “C’mon, Emily. What could possibly happen if you accept one drink?”

“That’s what I’ve been telling her!” Penelope whispered/yelled.

Emily stared at both of them, groaning softly as she shook her head and licked her lips. She extended her arm and grinned a little. “Give me back my phone.”

Penelope squealed as she handed back the phone. “Chief Emily Prentiss got herself a date.”

Emily chuckled softly as she shook her head, looking down at her phone as she nibbled on her lip.

Emily: How does Friday sound? 8 pm?

Emily waited anxiously for a reply, feeling JJ and Penelope’s eyes on her. It would only be fair if she took her time to answer, of course, Emily had taken her time replying back and-

Y/n: Friday sounds perfect. Would you mind sending me your address so I can pick you up?

Emily: Sure, I will :)

Y/n: Perfect. See you on Friday, agent Prentiss. Can’t wait ;)

Emily bit her lip softly as she read the message over and over again.

Emily: See you on Friday, agent Carter. Can’t wait either.

Emily looked up at JJ and Penelope, smiling widely as she nodded. Both women clapped and cheered for her, making Emily laugh. A drink won’t hurt…

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This has never actually happened to her, she was going a bit crazy on how she kept pacing around her room and how she just kept getting clothes out of her closet; she had gone through at least three dresses now, and she still didn’t find the right one. It was just drinks. A date, yes. But drinks. With a beautiful woman…she was losing her mind. Since when did she get this nervous? It wasn’t exactly her first date, but she hasn’t been really open about dating in a long time, mostly because the job had taken a lot of her time, and she had made up her mind that she didn’t exactly had time to date. But y/n knew the job, she was part of the FBI too. Was she getting ahead of herself? Thinking about y/n this much? She had not been able to stop since that day at the hospital. How could she? When she had the most beautiful smile she has ever seen and-

A sound suddenly startled Emily, snapping out of her trance when she figured out that y/n was already here. She cursed under her breath as she grabbed her heels and purse, deciding at that moment that the dress she was wearing was good enough. The moment the door of the elevator closed, she took a deep breath, trying to stop her beating heart. How was it possible that she felt so nervous? How come y/n made her feel like this, and they barely knew each other? She took a deep breath and then let it out as she walked out of the elevator. Y/n was leaning over the car, looking around as people passed in front of her, fidgeting with the bouquet of flowers she had in her hand, and then, as she turned, her eyes landed on the raven-haired woman, her breath hitching as she composed her posture, smiling softly as Emily walked to her. She couldn’t help the way her eyes darted down over her body; she was wearing a sleek, form-fitting red dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, and her hair was styled in perfect waves. She was stunning…

Y/n cleared her throat as Emily stood in front of her. “H-Hi.” She smiled softly.

“Hi.” Emily said softly, smiling as she noticed y/n’s nervousness. “Are those for me?” She grinned softly.

Y/n raised her brow before she looked down at the flowers. “Oh! Yes.” She huffed a chuckle as she handed Emily the flowers. “Sorry I…you just…” She looked back up into Emily’s eyes, smiling softly. “You looked gorgeous.” She said softly.

Emily felt her cheeks heating up as she stared at y/n, smiling softly as she accepted the flowers and tried to hide her blush by smelling the flowers. “Thank you.” She looked back up at her. “And…you look beautiful.”

Y/n grinned softly. “Thank you. I dress up once in a while.” She said playfully as she stepped aside and opened the door for Emily. “Your carriage, m’lady.”

Emily couldn’t help but laugh softly as she grinned, raising her brow. “Such a gentlewoman.”

“I’d like to think so, yes.” Y/n chuckled as she closed the door once Emily got in the car. She then walked to the pilot seat and got in the car as well, taking a deep breath before she closed the door.

At the beginning of the ride, both women were silent, both too nervous and shy to even say a word until a song started playing and both started singing to it. Both started laughing at the same time, and from then, the conversation kept going. Soon enough, Emily noticed that they had arrived at a restaurant, which surprised her a bit but also felt her heart flutter. As they sat down at the table, they both fell into a very comfortable conversation, work was out of the topic the whole night. Y/n couldn’t help but stare at Emily the whole time she spoke, finding it incredibly cute how she talked about random stuff, and she looked so passionate about it, loving how Emily seemed too different from Chief Emily Prentiss; she definitely loved her smile and laugh, and she wanted to keep seeing it and hearing it.

“So…” Emily grinned softly as she raised her brow. “This was a whole dinner…with drinks.”

Y/n hummed. “Yes.” She grinned.

“I thought I said I’d buy you a drink.” Emily tilted her head, her tone playful but also wondering what y/n had really planned.

“Well…I know you’re the one who set the day and time. But…I thought maybe this first date could be my treat.” Y/n stared into her eyes, smiling shyly as she nibbled on her lip.

“Which means that I still owe you a drink, and we’ll see each other again.” Emily nodded as she chuckled.

“Smart plan, isn’t it?” Y/n raised her brows playfully. “Is this you telling me that my plan completely failed, and you don’t wanna see me again?”  

Emily stared into her eyes, not saying a word for a moment. A smiled tugged at the corner of her lips as she thought about it, she definitely wanted to see her again…there was no denial about it. “It’s me telling you that next date, is on me.”

Y/n’a heart started beating faster at Emily’s words, her smile widening as she nodded, trying to hide the fact that she felt very excited. “I’ll hold you to that.”

After ordering dessert to share, they headed back to Emily’s apartment, silence surrounding them, but it was not awkward or uncomfortable anymore, both had smiles on their faces. As y/n parked, she got out of the car and went ahead to open the door for Emily, offering her hand for her to take. Emily chuckled softly and took it, stepping out of the car with the flowers in hand. She stood in front of y/n and stared into her eyes, smiling softly at her.

“Thank you for tonight. It was…really nice actually.” Emily said softly, not letting go of her hand.

“Of course. It was definitely nice.” Y/n smiled softly. “So…text me when you free?”

Emily nodded. “Definitely.” She smiled softly before she leaned in and kissed her cheek softly. “See you soon, Carter.” She said as she started walking away.

Y/n felt butterflies in her whole body, smiling like an idiot as she watched Emily walking away. “See you soon, Prentiss.” She breathed out.

Emily watched over her shoulder and gave her one last smile before she walked into the building. She knew JJ and Penelope wouldn’t let her sleep on this, and they would tease her endlessly, because at the end of the day, they were right. She was happy that she had said yes. But at the same time, she couldn’t help but wonder if this would actually be something else. It had been a very long time since Emily had actually thought about dating someone, about wanting to be with someone, but the truth was that she couldn’t help but do so with y/n.

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“Well, then I did everything wrong.” Emily groaned as she ran her fingers through her hair, waiting for Rossi to say anything at all -once his laughter died-.

“I’m sorry to tell you that you’ll have to start over. Follow the rules, Emily. The rules.” Rossi laughed before he hung up.

Emily looked at her phone and cursed under her breath, putting back her phone on the counter and walking to the stove, groaning softly as she thought about starting all over again. And then a knock on the door made her realize that it was already late, looking down at her watch and sighing. She walked to the door and opened it with a shy smile on her face, her face soon enough softening as she stared at y/n. A box in one of her hands and another, flowers…God, y/n would literally give her a whole garden if she could.

“Hello pretty girl.” Y/n smiled softly. “Since you told me you wanted to stay tonight…I thought I’d bring dessert.”

Emily smiled softly as she scoffed. “Well, I’m afraid to tell you that we will have to order take out.” She stepped aside to let y/n walk in.

Y/n furrowed her brows as she walked in and the first thing she did was turn to Emily’s kitchen, raising her brow as she saw the mess on the kitchen island. “I…take it that you wanted to make dinner for us?”

Emily nodded as she sighed. “And failed.” She looked at y/n as she bit her lip softly. “I’m sorry.”

Y/n smiled as she walked to the kitchen island and placed the box and flowers on it, turning to look at Emily. “What if we do it together?”

Emily furrowed her brows. “What? You don’t…you don’t feel…I don’t know, disappointed?”

Y/n tilted her head. “Disappointed? Em…” She took her hands and brought them to her lips, kissing the back of her hands. “You tried. And the thought is very sweet. And…” She shrugged. “What a better date than getting to cook with you?”

Emily felt her heart fluttering as she stared into her eyes, a smile spreading across her face. “That…sounds good.”

“I gotta admit that I’m better at dessert, but…we’ll try out best.” Y/n grinned as she pulled Emily with her.

Not too long after, the kitchen was surrounded with laughter, both women having the time of their lives as they tried Rossi’s recipe once again, but this time, Emily wasn’t even worried about or stressed. She enjoyed the fact that she could laugh and have fun with y/n while trying their best attempt to get the recipe right this time. Emily couldn’t help but smile as she stirred the sauce and y/n wrapped her arms around her waist, resting her chin against her shoulder as she watched the sauce, and teased Emily saying that she already looked like a top chef. After they were done in the kitchen, they went ahead and sat down at the dining table.

“I think Rossi would be proud of us.” Emily nodded as she took another bite off her plate.

Y/n nodded as she hummed. “It’s so good, I might ask him to give me some lessons because I don’t want any other pasta in my life.”

Emily laughed softly as she stared at y/n. She stared at her for a moment as she smiled, licking her lips softly. “I’m sorry if tonight didn’t go as planned. I really wanted to surprise you with dinner.”

Y/n looked up at Emily and raised her brows. “Are you kidding? This was way better than I expected. I had so much fun. And I just…loved seeing you happy and smiling like that.” She smiled softly as she tilted her head. “The best date I’ve had.”

Emily blushed slightly as she nodded, taking her glass, and taking a sip of it. “Good.” She tried to hide her smile behind her glass.

Y/n smiled softly and went back to the pasta. She then grinned softly and grabbed a single spaghetti, only putting the end of it in her mouth and turning to Emily. “What do you say if we do the lady and the tramp scene?” She raised her brows.

Emily furrowed her brows but couldn’t help laughing as she looked at y/n, the spaghetti hanging from her mouth. And yet, she didn’t think twice before she grabbed the other end and put it in her mouth, starting to eat it. Soon enough, their faces were inches apart from each other, eyes locked, they stared at each other for a while, not moving an inch. Emily was the one who broke the spaghetti and leaned in to press her lips against y/n’s. Y/n’s breath hitched, her eyes instantly closing and placing her hand on Emily’s cheek, trying to keep her in place as she kissed her back. The position was a bit awkward, the table coming in between them, but they didn’t mind it much as they continued the tender kiss. Emily was the one to break the kiss, taking a deep shaky breath as she opened her eyes, staring back into y/n’s who was already looking at her, a silly smile on her face.

“And you still doubt that this is the best date?” Y/n teased as she bit her lip.

Emily ran her tongue over her tingling lips, chuckling softly at her teasing. “Couldn’t help it when you were being all cute.”

“You mean stupid.” Y/n chuckled.

Emily shook her head, her hand holding y/n’s and bringing it to her lips. “Not stupid at all.” She grinned softly. “What do you say we skip to dessert?”

Y/n smiled. “Let me just tell you that it’s the first time I make this sort of cake and- oh. Wait.” Her smile then turned into a smirk. “You don’t mean that dessert.”

Emily shook her head as she bit her lip. “No.”

Y/n grinned. “I like your idea of dessert better.”

Emily chuckled softly before she stood up and pulled y/n with her to her room. Needless to say, the other dessert was completely forgotten.

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Emily shook her head as she tried to ignore the fact that her phone kept vibrating in her pocket, trying to focus on the task she had right in front of her, but her mind drifting away every now and then. She felt guilty, to say the least. After that night in her apartment, Emily had become so busy with work that she had her schedule pretty much full, but that was not all of it. In a night accompanied by her overthinking, Emily couldn’t help but think that maybe she was not what y/n needed. They hadn’t really talked about where this was going, but Emily could feel that once she gave in, things would start to crumble. That’s how it always was. She was not exactly made for relationships, because she always messed up.

She hasn’t meant to ignore y/n’s texts or calls, she did answer…every now and then. But she didn’t know how to put into words that she didn’t think things would work, and not because she couldn’t just say it, but because she knew that sort of her didn’t mean it. She liked y/n. Hell, she could swear with her life that she was starting to fall, but it was too good to be truth. She barely had any good things in her life aside from her team. But y/n was too good to be truth. She was so sweet and kind, she was beautiful and so…incredibly hot. She had never met anyone like y/n, which scared her. Sleeping with her had not exactly been in her plan for that night, but she hadn’t been able to control herself. And boy, she did not regret it. Which is why she felt even more guilty, thinking that she gave y/n the idea that she just wanted to get her in bed, and that was it.

Emily looked up at her door when she heard a knock, and then went back to her file as she told them to come in. As she heard the door closing again, she looked up and she froze for a moment, her heart stopping as her eyes connected with y/n’s. She noticed the serious look on her face, and it made Emily’s body shiver and not in a good way.

“Y/n…what are you doing here?” Emily said softly, trying not to sound harsh.

“You were not answering my calls…or texts. I thought maybe paying you a visit wouldn’t hurt.” Y/n said softly as she sighed. “Emily…did I do or say something wrong?”

Emily furrowed her brows. “What?”

Y/n shrugged. “It’s…it’s been three weeks. Since we were together. You said you’d call, and I know you’ve been busy. But you just…entirely ignored me.” She shook her head as she looked at Emily. “Did I do something wrong?”

Emily groaned softly as she scratched her head, nibbling on her lip as she tried to think what to say. “Y/n…I didn’t mean to do that. I just…I’ve been busy.”

“You can save that excuse, Emily.” Y/n snapped. She sighed and looked away for a moment, licking her lips nervously. “Look…” y/n looked back at Emily as she crossed her arms over her chest. “If…you don’t want us to go out anymore, I get it. But please just…be honest with me, and don’t leave me hanging and waiting for you.”

Emily felt a pang of guilt as she stared at her, standing up from her desk and walking over to y/n. “Y/n…”

“I get it that I’m a bit…silly. You can call me weird if you want. But I just…” y/n huffed a chuckle as she looked down at her hands. “I never…felt more comfortable to be myself…without having to worry if it’d be too much or not.” She looked back at Emily as she shrugged. “And you…you made me feel safe to do that. I’m sorry if it was too much.”

“Gosh, no!” Emily shook her head as she grabbed y/n’s hands in hers. “I…” She sighed. “You’re amazing. You’re…so cute and sweet. I never thought that you were too much or weird or silly. You make me smile more than anyone.” She smiled softly. “I was an idiot for just dropping you like this.”

“Why did you do it then?”

“Because…” Emily looked into her eyes as she frowned. “…it seemed too good to be truth. And when that happens…it normally doesn’t end well at all.”

Y/n furrowed her brows. “Emily…”

“Since the very beginning. The way you acted with me, the way you smiled and looked at me, how easily you made me laugh and just feel…happy. It all seemed too good to be truth. And that scared me.” Emily said softly, afraid that if she spoke louder, her voice would waver. “I just…I was afraid that if I gave in to this happiness, it would soon end. I’ve…been hurt before. I feel like I’m not actually made for relationships.” She chuckled sadly.

Y/n tilted her head as she took a step closer to Emily, letting go of one of her hands and placing it on Emily’s cheek. “Em…I would never hurt you. Didn’t you hear what I said? I had never felt more happy or safe with anyone else. And I…want you.” She smiled softly.

“You do?” Emily whispered softly.

Y/n nodded. “I do.”

“With…flaws, traumas, and everything?” Emily smiled sadly.

Y/n chuckled softly as she nodded. “Everything.” She let go of Emily’s other hand and placed it on her waist, pulling her closer to her, leaving a small space between their bodies. She then rested her forehead against Emily’s and smiled a little. “Take a chance on me, Em…please.” 

Emily chuckled softly, closing her eyes for a moment to relish this moment. She placed her hands on y/n’s neck, smiling softly. “Yes.”

Y/n smiled widely. “Yes?”

Emily nodded. “Yes.” She looked into her eyes, studying y/n’s face as she smiled. “I want us to date.”

Y/n chuckled softly, trying to hide the happiness she felt but knew it was useless. She wrapped her arms around Emily’s waist and brought their lips together into a sweet, gentle kiss, missing the feeling of Emily’s lips against hers. Emily smiled against her lips before she kissed her back, wrapping her arms around her neck to bring her closer, while y/n’s hand went up her back, rubbing it softly as they kissed.

Emily broke the kiss but stayed close to y/n, pecking her lips before she smiled. “You were thinking about the Abba song, weren’t you?” She said playfully as she looked into her eyes.

“I was ready to get my Rosie act, and sing like her.” Y/n grinned as she leaned in and kissed Emily’s jawline, tracing her kisses down her neck.

“Of course.” Emily chuckled softly, biting her lip as she tilted her head to give y/n more access.

“Emily, I have- oh my god.” Garcia stopped in her tracks as she stared at both women, her eyes wide at the scene in front of her. “I’m…sorry. Didn’t know you had company.

Emily jumped slightly, making y/n turn back to look at Garcia, both their eyes slightly widened. “That’s why you knock first.”

“I did, but guess you were too distracted here.” Garcia raised her brow. “You must be the famous Carter.”

Y/n looked back at Emily and then at Garcia, extending her hand to shake Garcia’s. “You can call me y/n. Or Carter is fine too.” She chuckled.

Emily smiled softly as she looked between y/n and Garcia, and then her eyes stayed on Garcia. “She’s my girlfriend.”

Garcia looked at her with wide eyes and her jaw dropped as she stared at both of them. She then squealed and chuckled softly. “I knew this would get somewhere! I called it! I’m so happy for you.” She then gasped. “Oh my god, new addition to girls' night. It’s gonna be amazing!”

Emily chuckled softly. “Garcia…you came to give me something?”

Garcia nodded. “Right, here, the reports you asked for.” She handed her a file and then smiled. “I’ll just leave you two lovebirds alone.” She chuckled softly and then stopped before she closed the door. “By the way, you’re so charming and sweet, the flowers? On my knees for you two. Nice to meet you, new friend.” She giggled before she left the office, running to JJ’s desk.

Y/n chuckled softly as she turned to look at Emily. “Girlfriend, huh?” She grinned.

Emily smirked. “Isn’t that what we agreed on just now?”

“Yeah.” Y/n pulled her closer again, wrapping her arms around her. “It’s just nice to hear it.”

“It’s nice to say it.” Emily smiled softly before she leaned in and kissed her lips again.

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Evidence ✂️ (Tim Rockford One-shot)

Pairing: Tim Rockford x Female Reader

Summary: Tim knows a lot about vasectomies

Word count: ~1.8k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: Vasectomy kink (aka the opposite of breeding kink), unprotected PIV, vague detective work (don’t worry about it), destruction of important documents?

A/N: It has been a while since I wrote one of these! Big thanks to @veryprairieberry for sparking the idea and for patience while I pondered it for a very long time.  Also, thanks to @burntheedges for the beta and assuring me I was not crazy lol.  All my vasectomy kinks are marked with “✂️” and linked on my new Vasectomy Kink Masterlist!

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“Think,” Tim admonishes himself, staring at the board filled with crime scene photographs and bits of evidence.  “What are we missing?”

“We’ve been staring at it for days.” You pull at your neck, trying to relieve the tension, a habit you likely picked up from your partner.  Sharing an office with someone will do that.  You sigh and sit down at your desk, leafing through pages of witness testimony you’ve gone over a hundred times already.  “Maybe we should call it a night.  Look again in the morning?”

A knock at the door interrupts you. “Excuse me, detectives, the medical records you requested arrived. Thought I’d drop them off on my way out.” A lackey from the records office holds out a manilla envelope in Tim’s direction.

“Thanks,” Tim stands up from the chair he had been straddling and takes the envelope.  He pulls out the stack of papers and begins to scan them one by one.

“I don’t know what you expect to find in there.” Your frustration over this case has made you pessimistic.

“You never know,” Tim mumbles under his breath as he continues reading page after page.  You go back to your testimony, looking for anything you could have missed.  Apparently, you’re not done for the evening.

“Got it!” Tim exclaims making his way over to you and dropping the stack of papers on top of your desk with a thud.

You read the top page.  “He had a vasectomy?”

“He had a vasectomy,” Tim repeats back to you.  “Five years ago.  He isn’t the father.”

“You don’t know that.  Vasectomies fail.” It’s compelling, but not the slam dunk Tim seems to think.

“No, they don’t, not if…” He shuffles through the papers some more.  “There,” he points to a test result a few pages later, “he gave a follow up sample and no sperm was detected.  The chance of a vasectomy failing after that point is basically zero. Men just say that to get out of having it done.”

“How do you know so much about vasectomies?”

“Well, I had one.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, long time ago,” he says distractedly as he makes his way back to the board of evidence, rearranging things in light of this new discovery.  He picks up his mug of, what has to be by now, very cold coffee and takes a sip.

You, on the other hand, are frozen at your desk.  Tim had a vasectomy?  Tim is shooting blanks?

This information is eliciting a strong reaction in your body.

It’s swooping through your gut.

It’s making your palms sweat and your skin prickle.

It’s…

Rage.

Burning rage floods your system, heating your skin and making your heart pound.

“You had a vasectomy?” you ask him again, trying to keep your tone even.

“Yeah, are you… angry?” Tim turns to face you, looking confused.  Maybe your voice wasn’t as neutral as you hoped.

“I’ll be asking the questions, Detective Rockford.”  You push back from your desk and stand up slowly. You take a deep breath in and exhale through your nose, keeping your voice deadly calm, as if you’re interrogating a suspect. His forehead creases in confusion, but he waits for you to speak. “When did you have it done?”

“Twelve years ago now, I guess.”

“Why?”

“I decided kids weren’t something I was interested in, seemed like the right thing to do.”

“I see,” you pace across the room, tapping your finger to your lips, rage still simmering below the surface of your skin.

His eyes follow you as you go.

“You made this decision on your own?”

“Well, yeah.  I wasn’t in a relationship at the time. I don’t und….” You hold up a finger to silence him mid-sentence.

“You found the doctor, scheduled it, all of that?”

“Of course.”

“So, you are telling me…” You turn to face him as he takes another sip of his coffee, “that I could have had you bare these past six months?”

Tim chokes.

When he finally stops coughing, he wipes his hand across his mouth.  “Is that why you’re upset?”

“Yes! We’ve been using condoms when we didn’t need to!”

“There are other reasons to wear a condom.”

“Do I need to be worried about any of those reasons with you?”

“Well, no.”

“You don’t need to be worried about them with me either.”

“I never thought I did.”

“You’re so fucking responsible.”  The words come out angry, but there’s a new heat growing in your core. Responsibility is fucking hot.

“I’m… sorry?” Tim apologizes as you make your way to the office door and lock it.

“You should be sorry.”  You stalk towards him until you’re close enough to grab him by the holsters.  You watch as his adam’s apple bobs in his throat.  You pull yourself flush with his front, noting the bulge pressing against your thigh.

“How can I make it up to you?” he rasps.

“Fuck me on your desk, Detective.  Bare.”

“You’re so fucking sexy when you’re angry,” he growls, pulling you into a searing kiss.  His tongue invades your mouth as you both scramble with belts, buttons, and clasps.  You’ve come to love the taste of bitter coffee and Chinese takeout on Tim’s tongue.  Tastes you will forever associate with him as it’s never been very long since he’s had either.

Your clothes come off quickly in between frantic kisses, but you stop him as he moves to remove his shirt and holsters. “Don’t… I need something to hold on to.”

“Fuck, baby, when you say things like that…” his fingers dig into your bare hips as you set your ass at the edge of the desk and lean back on your elbows, opening yourself up for him with a smirk.  

Tim’s cock bobs eagerly in front of you, framed by his open shirt.  He takes it in his hand, stroking slowly up and down the thick length.

Pages of documents crinkle underneath you, but you can’t care.  Right now, all that matters is the beautiful man looking down at you with lust blown eyes.

“I want your cock, Tim. Now.”

He steps into the space between your open legs, cock in hand, and guides the tip through your wet pussy.  You both groan as he nudges at your clit and drags back through your folds.

“So wet,” he whispers, reverently.  He repeats his path several times, coating his cock in your slick before notching the head at your entrance.  “You sure you don’t want my fingers first?”

You vehemently shake your head and bite your lip as you look down between your legs.  He nudges at your entrance gently and you whimper.

“I know baby, I know,” he soothes you, and probably himself, from how completely wrecked he looks – slack jawed and panting.  With a guttural groan, he breaches your entrance.

You both watch as his bare length disappears into your wet heat.

“Oh god, fuck,” your eyes roll back in your head as he enters you slowly, stretching your sensitive pussy around his cock, working his way in inch by inch.  You feel the thick ridge of his head drag along your walls as your body gives way.  Without any barrier between you, the sensation is divine.

“Fuck, baby,” Tim breathes as he bottoms out inside you.  “I need a second.  You feel so good.”  He closes his eyes, overcome with the feeling of you. His hands flex against your bare thighs as he takes deep, centering breaths. 

After a few moments, he opens his eyes, locking his gaze with yours and, slowly, starts to move.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you whine with each slow thrust and drag of his cock.  Sex with Tim has been good, great even, but this… this is heaven.  You glance down to watch his clock slide in and out of you.  The sight of him veiny and glistening is almost too much to bear.  Your pussy begins to flutter.

Tim leans over you, pressing your knees into your chest. “Fuck, you’re amazing.  So wet and hot and tight. It’s been…. oh god… so long…”

The new angle hits just right and you can feel your orgasm building.  

“Yes, just like that,” you throw your head back.  “Fuck, your cock feels good.”

Tim licks his thumb and finds your clit between your bodies, speeding up your impending release.

“Are you going to come on my cock, baby?”

“Oh god, yes, please,” you beg, feeling the telltale pressure deep in your core.

“You have to be quiet for me,” he rumbles under his breath.  You’re not new to sneaking around at work, but until now you had saved the fucking for outside the office.  “Look at us,” he murmurs, rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts.

You look down and gasp at the sight of his thick cock entering your pussy. The last of your control snaps and you’re pulsing around him as you try not to scream his name and announce your relationship to the entire precinct.

When you come back to yourself, Tim is still slowly dragging himself through your sensitive walls, nostrils flared, clearly fighting to delay his own release.

Aftershocks zing through your body and you clench around him.

He hisses and pauses, “Baby, if you squeeze me like that, I’m going to come.”

You smile to yourself as he picks up his rhythm again, then squeeze as he pulls most of the way out.

He gasps and pulls out the rest of the way, pressing a kiss to your knee and laughing, “You have to stop that.”

“What if I don’t want to stop that?”  You reach between your legs with one arm and grab his holster, pulling him to you for a sloppy kiss.  “I want you to come.  Fill me up, Detective.”

Tim practically growls as he lines himself back up with your entrance and slides in fast and deep.  You bring your other hand up to grab the holster on the other side, balancing on your ass and holding on for dear life as he thrusts into you.  His strong arms cage you in and support you as he pants into your neck.

“You feel so good, what was I thinking not fucking you bare this whole time? Oh god… oh fuck…” he stutters as he empties himself inside you.

You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, nuzzling into his neck and his scruff as he catches his breath.

“Who would have thought… responsible Detective Rockford fucking in his office.”

Tim chuckles into your shoulder. “Can’t be responsible all the time.”

You smile and pull his lips to yours for a soft kiss.  “Let’s get out of here.”  You peel your ass off the papers on the desk and turn to survey the crinkled mess you’ve left behind.  “That’s going to be a problem.”

Tim wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your shoulder, “Eh, I’ll just spill some coffee on it, no one will know the difference.”

You laugh, “Tim Rockford, you are just full of surprises.”

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Sweet Like Cinnamon

➪the one where bradley goes down on you in public.

Warnings: established relationship, oral (f receiving), fingering, smut, public smut, fluff, bradley worshipping you the whole time, swearing

Word Count: 3.3k

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Your freshly painted red nails traced the top of the bar as you held eye contact with a smirking Penny. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the movement of her hand as she wiped away the remnants of spilled beer on the surface.

Watching as her eyes flickered behind you a few times, a glint of mischief in them as she seems to have a silent and wordless conversation with someone just across the bar, you know she wants you to cave in and turn around.

You knew who held contact with her when she wasn’t looking at you. It was the same person who was talking to her in the wordless conversation as his mouth opened to sing the lyrics of a song.

The same person who was burning a hole in your back from all his staring.

Still, you refused to meet the eyes of the unbelievably attractive man sitting at the piano. Refused to play into his games and his heated stare.

The song wrapped up a few minutes later and you brought the glass of vodka-cranberry up to your lips, the sound of the large ring on your finger hitting the glass barely being heard throughout the Hard Deck. 

Penny watched something behind you, the movement of her eyes telling you that the hot performer was currently making his way towards the bar. 

You were proven right when you felt the heat of his body radiate onto yours as he leaned on the bar next to you. “Hey, pretty girl,”

From your spot on the stool, his height easily towered over you and intimidated you in the best way. “Hi,” came your short and sharp response.

Penny gave the two of you a knowing look and slid him a beer before moving to the other end of the bar. His hands wrapped around the cold glass as he brought it up to his lips for a quick sip, turning his body towards you after he set it back down. “I couldn’t help but notice that you never turned to look at me while I was playing. Not even once,” his deep voice accused in a teasing tone. “You missed quite the show.”

One corner of your lips turned upwards as you glanced over at him, keeping your hands wrapped around your drink. “Did I?” You ask, feigning innocence. When he nodded once and inched closer, you tilt your head as you apologize, “I am awfully sorry. I just didn’t want to distract you while you were showing off.”

He matches your smirk. “If that’s the case, you probably should have stayed home,” he leaned in to brush his lips against your ear. “‘Cause I had my eyes on you the whole time.”

You raise a brow when he pulls back and brings the beer to his lips once again, his tongue running over his mustache afterwards. Biting your tongue to stop the sound from leaving your mouth at the sight, you turn your body to face him fully. “Did you?” You ask and hear him hum in response, keeping his head forward as he runs his finger around the rim of the glass. “I guess I’ll have to make it up to you.”

Placing your hand on his chest, you bunch the fabric of his hawaiian button up between your fingers and pull him towards you. His attention leaves his drink completely as you tug him forward and he turns his head just as you lean up and press your lips to his. 

Your ring-clad hand slides upwards and wraps around the back of his neck while both of his grip the sides of your face. He turns your body and presses your back against the side of the bar top with little effort, and his strength, mixed with the feeling of his lips, makes you feel dizzy. 

With his chest pressed to yours, and your back pressed to the bar, you had barely enough room to breathe as you pulled away from the kiss that was quickly becoming too heated to be acceptable in public. 

Keeping your hand on his neck, you allow your fingers to gently play with the strands of hair that littered the back of it as you gaze up at the prettiest pair of brown eyes you had ever seen. 

You weren’t surprised to find him already staring down at you. As you hold eye contact, a grin grows on his lips as he brushes his nose against yours. “Hi, pretty girl,”

“Hi, baby,” you murmur back, watching as his face flushes with a grin at the pet name.

“Not in public,” he mumbled, his fingers softly caressing your jaw. 

“Why not?” You purr, placing your other hand on his hip, squeezing just slightly as you continued, “Afraid your masculine image will be ruined if one of the guys hears me call you that?” 

He shakes his head, drawing you closer to him. “No,” he answers truthfully, his hands sliding down to gently press against the base of your throat. “You know what it does to me.”

You smirk at that and sway your head to the side to rid the fallen strands of hair from your face. “That I do,” you nod in agreement. “It’s why I say it.”

Bradley grunts quietly, placing his hands on the bar on either side of you. “You’re the worst,” 

“You love me anyway,” you give his hip another squeeze. 

“That I do,” he repeats your words before closing the distance once more and connecting your lips in a searing kiss. Your hands settle on his chest while his grips your waist, his fingers bunching up your pretty white sundress. 

Tilting your head to the side, you allow his tongue to poke out and part your lips before meeting your own. The muscles slide against one another easily and skillfully, this clearly not being your first heated bar makeout. 

The kiss was becoming borderline inappropriate as he tugs you impossibly closer to him, his hands sliding up your back while yours grab onto his shoulders. 

Forgetting that you two were currently in a very public setting, you pull away with a blush when you hear Penny’s voice from behind you, “Alright, lovebirds, break it up before things turn a bit too R-rated for my patrons to handle,” she teases, tossing a cloth over her shoulder as she braces herself against the other side of the bar. “You and I both know your friends are children stuck in adult bodies, Rooster.” 

He laughs at that, pulling you close to him by caressing the back of your head. You snuggle into his side as he drapes his arm over your shoulder. “Can’t say you’re wrong there,” he agrees and laughs again when you lightly slap his chest before wrapping your arms around his middle. “Sorry, Penny, we’ll take it down a notch.”

Your smirk grows at that as you slip one of your hands in his back pocket, feeling the way he tensed up at the feeling of your wandering hands. “Our bad,” you say. “We just got caught up in the moment.”

Penny just shakes her head with a smile. “Don’t worry about it, kids,” she waves you off with a wink. “You’re young and in love, enjoy it.”

And enjoy it you will.

After she walks away, Bradley turns back to you and immediately presses his lips to yours once again, Penny’s warnings seeming to have gone in one ear and out the other. 

You kiss him back, your hands sliding down his arms as they search for his. With your drinks long since forgotten, you kiss him one more time before pulling away, leaving his lips chasing after yours as you lead him across the bar. 

Bradley follows after you quickly, his hands moving to grip your hips when he nearly fell forward before he caught himself. You hold back a laugh at the way he almost tripped in an attempt to get you to move faster to your destination, a smug smirk staying on your lips afterwards. 

You turned to head towards the door, but stopped when you felt his arms wrap around your waist and pull you back against his chest. His mouth was next to your ear and you felt his heavy breaths against the skin of your shoulder as he mumbled, “Bathroom,” and you were about to question him when he continued, “I can’t drive like this.”

You knew what he was talking about, more like you could feel it poking against you as he shielded himself with your body. 

He was worked up, both from his performance and from the heated makeout he had just taken part in. His face was heated up and his eyes, though hidden behind his aviators, were blown wide with lust. 

It never did take much to get him going when it came down to you. He learned that pretty quickly back when he first met you nearly three years ago. The high he felt after getting up from his place behind the piano only increased when he returned to his rightful spot beside you. Once he was back in the aroma of that vanilla body spray you always wore, he was done for. 

“You could always let me drive, you know,” you trail off, knowing damn well he would never let you drive the Bronco. 

But, instead of immediately brushing that idea off, like you expected him to, he just shook his head and gently pushed you into the small bathroom. “Never going to happen,” he said, shutting and locking the door behind him before turning back to you. 

You, his sweet girl who looked so effortlessly pretty standing in the limited space of the bathroom, just waiting for him to make his next move. 

Bradley takes the glasses off and tosses them into the curve of the sink, the well-being of his aviators the furthest thing on his mind. 

His eyes linger on the fabric of your white dress, the flowy material making you look like something straight out of heaven. Your face was quickly heating up under his intense gaze, your heart beating loudly in your ears.

It wasn’t loud enough for you to miss the way he beckoned you over to him with a murmured, “Come here, pretty girl,”

You oblige without any hesitation, walking the two steps towards him and sighing against his mouth when he grabbed the back of your head with one hand and pressed his lips against yours. 

The kiss was rough and desperate and needy. Bradley wasn’t holding back now that he was away from the teasing eyes of Penny, and that was evident in the way he took full control over your mouth. His other hand came up to grip the side of your face and angle your head so he could have better access to your lips. 

His mouth completely covered yours as he turned you around and pressed you against the chipped door, his free hand coming up to lift the bottom of your dress slightly. “Bradley,” you murmured against his lips, feeling the tip of his tongue ease its way into your mouth. His hand tugged your dress up further until it was bunched around your waist, and you moaned against his mouth as you felt his fingers caress your clit through the black lace fabric that shielded your core from the chilled air. 

“I know, pretty girl,” he mumbled back, breaking the kiss to attach his lips to your neck. “You drive me crazy, too.”

“I need you,” you breathed out as his finger began rubbing circles against you. “Fuck, I need you so bad, please.”

Bradley loved it when you begged for him. It didn’t matter where you were, whether he was under you, on top of you, in you, he loved it when your voice became higher. He had an undeniable feeling of pride that took over him whenever you pleaded for him to fuck you, he had no choice but to give in to you every single time.  

His mustache tickled your skin as he trailed his kisses further and further down your body, his lips pausing above the black lace that hid your core from him. He lifted his head just slightly, keeping eye contact with you as he leaned forward and ran his tongue along your fabric covered slit. 

A moan of relief escapes your lips as you reach down to rest your hands on his shoulders. “God,” 

He grinned up at you and trailed his hands up the sides of your thighs. “Not quite,” his voice sounded raspy and it only made your skin burn hotter with need. “I prefer Bradley. Your Bradley.”

A possessive look formed in his eyes for a brief second before his lust for you overpowered it. 

It had you clenching around nothing as you whimpered. 

“Fuck,” you breathed out and watched as he pulled the fabric down your legs and guided it around your heels before stuffing it in his jean pocket. He sends you a cheeky look when he saw you raise a brow at that, before leaning back in and wrapping his lips around your clit. “Oh, my G-”

You cut yourself off when Bradley pulled away and looked up at you, mischief swimming in his brown eyes. 

“Bradley,” you corrected yourself and watched a smirk slowly form on his lips.

“Better,” he said before his tongue was poking out to lick a stripe up your slit. You moan and it quickly turns into a gasp as he grabs your right leg and lifts it up so you could rest your thigh on his shoulder. 

He had much better access to your heat like this, and the need to make you come all over his tongue was all he could feel as he began to work the muscle in and out of you. 

Bradley groaned loudly at the sweet taste that only belonged to you. He couldn’t bring himself to care if he was heard over the music that flooded from the jukebox, and he knew you wouldn’t care either. He couldn’t help but praise you every single time you gave him the opportunity to go down on you. You tasted so good, he just had to let you know, whether that be with words or sounds of pleasure on his end.

 His groan vibrated your soaking walls and you tip your head back against the door with a quiet thud. Your fingers tangle in his hair as your lips part slightly when he flattened his tongue and moved his head so it could drag back up your slit. He finished the single movement by sucking your clit into his mouth harshly, making your legs shake and tingle as you tried to hold yourself up.

With one of your hands buried in his hair, you use your free one to reach down and grip the frame of the door in hopes to regain some form of stability as his tongue darts back into your wetness. 

You stifle a moan by biting into your bottom lip and breaking eye contact, the sight of him on his knees for you being far too much for you to handle right now. You were worried someone would hear you if you were to continue to hold eye contact when he was looking at you like you were the single most important thing in his life. 

But Bradley has told you those exact words more than once now, and he really did not care if anyone heard just how good he was making you feel. “Don’t hold back those pretty sounds you make only for me, baby,” he murmured against the skin of your inner thigh as he pressed a few kisses to it. His right hand trailed up your other leg and settled in between the two, his index and middle finger easily sliding inside your walls. 

You choke out a moan and spare a glance down at him, seeing him already looking up at you with glistening lips and his teeth on display in a grin. “Holy fuck,” you say breathlessly and tug on his hair a bit. “Bradley.”

“That’s right, baby,” he hummed in approval, nudging his nose against your clit. “Let them all hear who’s making you feel so good right now. The only one allowed to have you like this.”

That possessive look was back and it had you clenching around his fingers as he fucked them in and out of you. Bradley leans back in and sucks on your clit again while his fingers sped up their pace, the wet sound of them dragging against your walls and the whimpers leaving your mouth was all that could be heard in the small bathroom. 

“Fucking hell, Bradley,” you moaned and raked your hands through his hair again, feeling his grunt against your bundle of nerves. The contrast of your red nails, and the engagement ring on your finger, peeking through his dark strands was such a pretty sight and it only had you moaning a bit louder as he tugged you closer to him. His tongue was relentless against your clit as his fingers fucked into you quicker, and you had no choice but to close your eyes as you felt the knot in your stomach begin to tighten. “Oh, fuck.”

Bradley pulled away from your clit, his thumb moving to keep the pressure his tongue gave you, and leaned back so he could gaze up at you. “You’re close, hm, pretty girl?” He teased and turned his head to press a chaste kiss to the side of your knee before gently sucking on the skin. “Are you gonna come for me? Let me feel just how wet I can get you?” 

Your back arched off the door with a loud groan and you clench impossibly tighter around his fingers as his thumb continued to stimulate you to your limit. With a cry of his name, you came on his fingers and missed when his eyes flickered from your face to the way your release dripped down his fingers. 

He really wasn’t sure which sight was hotter, your face scrunched up in pleasure, or the wetness he felt coating his hand as you slumped back against the door. “Just like that, baby,” he praised as he slowed his fingers down to prolong your high. His thumb had stopped circling your clit as he knew you get sensitive pretty fast after you come, and he didn’t want to overstimulate you…just yet.

 Your legs felt weak as Bradley pulled his fingers out of you and held eye contact with you as he slowly slid them into his mouth. He licked them clean while you bit your lip again to control the pornographic sounds that threatened to slip from  your mouth. 

He let out a throaty groan as he withdrew the digits from his mouth. “Fuck,” he nearly whispered before moving forward and licking a flat stripe up your folds, collecting your warm release on his tongue before his hands reached up and tugged your dress back down so you were covered again. He grinned up at you when he felt you shudder against him as he guided your right leg off of his shoulder and stood up. 

You lean back against the door as he cages you in with his body and rests his forearm on the door above your head. “Do you feel better now?” You ask as you trail your hand down his chest, pausing just above the button of his jeans. “I can return the favor?” 

Bradley’s free hand caught your wrist before it could venture any further down and shook his head. “That was only a warm up,” he informed you. He was still painfully hard, even more than before, but he was feeling relieved enough to be able to drive the ten minutes it took to arrive home. He leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to your lips, smirking at the low whine that escaped your mouth when he pulled away. “Come on, baby. Let’s get out of here.”

[steadysuitenthusiast]

This is my first ever fanfic that I’m posting! Please like, reblog, and leave comments telling me what you think! Currently only writing for SKZ. If you have any ideas, I’d be happy to write something if you send me an ask!

Tiny Traitor (shout out to @skzms for the title idea and for encouraging me to write this!! You’re the best <3)

Pairing: lee know x reader

Summary: Minho comes home to find you in bed with a replacement for him. But how can he be angry when he looks so much like him and you look so peaceful.

Warnings: none, just fluff!

Word count: 813

2:19am

Minho had told you he’d be late getting home tonight, but you hadn’t expected him to be this late. A glance at the clock on your bedside table had you heaving a sigh of defeat. You had spent the past 2 hours scrolling on your phone, trying to stay awake. Your eyes were hurting from staring at the screen for so long and you had to be up at 8 for work. Resigned to the fact that you wouldn’t be seeing Minho tonight, you sent him a text saying you loved him, locked your phone, grabbed your Leebit plushie that you kept hidden for nights you’re alone and missing Minho, and rolled over to fall asleep.

3:22am

Minho opened the front door to your shared apartment as quietly as he could, as he figured you were probably asleep by now. Taking off his shoes and hanging his jacket by the door, he silently padded his way to your shared bedroom to check on you before he washed up for the night. What he saw as he stepped into the room stopped him in his tracks and had his breath hitching in his throat. You were laying in the middle of the bed, your hair fanned out on the pillows framing your sleeping face and making you look angelic. You were wearing one of Minho’s shirts that you had confiscated from him months ago claiming you slept better wrapped in something that belonged to him, especially when he wasn’t with you. But the thing that made Minho tear up, was the little Leebit plushie cuddled in your arms the way that he should be, the way he craved to be. He hated being away from you, especially when he was so close. The late nights at the dance studio were taking away his time with you and it made his heart ache.

You stirred awake at the feeling of someone’s eyes on your sleeping form. “Min? You just getting home?” You murmured, your voice raspy with sleep.

“Hi my love. Yes, I’m sorry I woke you. Just wanted to check on you before I showered. Go back to sleep and I’ll be back soon, yeah?” Minho responded, softly stroking your hair and placing a kiss at your hairline.

“Mmkay” you mumbled before rolling over and trying to doze off again, but the knowledge that Minho was in the other room made you stay awake so you could see him, at least for a little while.

About 10 minutes later, the door to the bathroom opened and Minho stepped out with his hair still dripping with water from the shower. He looked at the bed and noticed you watching him. “I thought I told you to go back to sleep?” he questioned you softly.

“Couldn’t sleep. Wanted to see you” you state simply.

“Well in that case…” he pauses and narrows his eyes playfully at you. “You wanna tell me what you’re doing in bed with that tiny traitor?”

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion as you looked at him questioningly, unsure of what he was referring to. His eyes darted to the Leebit plushie still cradled in your arms then back to your own. You glanced down, almost forgetting you were holding it, and burst into laughter at the pout that had formed on your boyfriend’s face.

“Tiny traitor?? How could you call him that??” You said through your fit of laughter.

“Well he’s in my spot! He’s snuggling MY girl in MY bed!” Minho exclaimed looking a little defeated. You sobered at this and your eyes softened as you looked at your handsome, exhausted boyfriend.

“He keeps me company when you’re not here and I’m missing you. I usually only need him when you’re on tour and I can’t come with you, but I missed you a lot tonight. So I needed the extra snuggles.”

Minho crept towards the bed slowly, a small smile forming on his face as he came closer to you, “When did you even get him? I don’t remember ever seeing you with a SKZoo plushie” he said playfully.

“Technically I had him before I met you.” you responded shocking him slightly.

“I thought Felix was your bias before we met” he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Was??” you tease. He narrowed his eyes and started tickling your sides mercilessly. “I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” You half yelled in an effort to make the tickle torture cease. “You’re my ultimate bias, even though you called Leebit a tiny traitor” you looked at Minho lovingly after he stopped his playful assault on your sides.

“I love you so much baby” he stated, voice barely above a whisper. He kissed your forehead before mumbling, “I’ll buy you all the tiny traitors you want if it helps you stop missing me.”

[shadowkoo]

The Ex Text

→ Summary: The 2 AM texts have started again. It’s a bittersweet familiarity that you can’t run away from, and despite wishing to forget him: no one will ever measure up to the exceptional standard set by your ex, and you’ll never have anyone as good as him either. Like a permanent mark on your heart, Jungkook’s presence has become an insatiable craving, an addiction you'll never outgrow or cast aside.

↠ jungkook x f.reader | 3.2k words | 18+ ↠ genre: smut, pwp, ex with benefits, minor fluff & angst

→ Warnings: swearing, explicit sex, protected sex, scratching, breast play, spit/saliva play, infidelity (in the case that reader just started dating someone new), soft kissing, soft choking, rough kissing, ball squeezing, fingering, handjob, blowjob, cunnilingus, sloppy oral sex (female & male receiving), squirting, praising, teasing, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, doggy, deep dicking, posessive!jungkook has a hard time dealing with his feelings

→ Author note: This is an update of a fic I posted in January that desperately needed some editing (anyone else ever read their old fics and cringe??), I hope you enjoy the newest version bc i personally believe it’s so much better! If you’d like to read this on ao3 instead it’s been crossposted here! As always, all likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated <3

The pillow vibrates beneath your head as the notifications on your phone add up. Knowing it’s nowhere near time for you to get up, you roll over, choosing to ignore whatever, or rather, whoever is trying to reach you. Your plan works for another several minutes as you attempt to drift back to sleep, but your phone soon buzzes again, signaling another notification.

You groan and clumsily reach to turn the ringer off, but instead, your curiosity wins. After a couple of slow blinks, your eyes adjust to the blinding light and are able to focus on the screen; a couple of likes on your latest tweet, a new follower request for your insta, and three new texts from ‘The Ex’…

You groan again and check the time. 2 AM.

“Mmm, right on schedule, ‘Kook,” you drone sleepily to yourself, “Glad to see nothing’s changed.”

Invested now, and unfortunately awake, you unlock your phone to read the full texts.

2:03 AM

‘hey, u awake?’

2:07 AM

‘come over pls’

‘I’ll leave the door open’

Leaving the messages on read, you think about the two ways this could go.

One, you ignore him, just as you have been for the last month, and pretend like he means nothing to you.

Or two, you text him back, agree to come over, and wind up in a self-hate spiral the following days for allowing him to weasel back into your life.

A third groan leaves your body, realizing your heart is clouding your mind, having already made the decision. You type out your message and hover your thumb over the send button, before pressing firmly, unable to take it back.

2:11 AM

‘i hate you…i’ll be there in 5’

His response pops up just seconds later.

‘i’ll be waiting’

This routine is nothing new to you, as much as you hate to say it.

It’s not the first time since your break up that he’s asked you over. And it’s not the first time you’ve rushed to see him, to relive the good times spent between his sheets.

As promised, Jungkook left the door unlocked for you. His tall pup, Bam, meets you with a happy face and a wagging tail the second you crack the door open.

“Hi Bamy-Boo, I’ve missed you so much. How’s my good boy doing?” you ask after stepping into the quiet apartment, bending at the knees to give him a quick kiss on the head and some chin scratches.

“He’d be doing a lot better if you joined him in bed.”

Turning your head, your eyes land on Jungkook. He’s leaning against the wall outside his bedroom, with one of his hands combing through his tousled hair. And he’s wearing the beige-colored sweat set he knows drives you wild.

Damn him.

Your eyes wander to the waistband of his pants, where the faintest patch of skin shows through with his raised arm, before moving upward towards his face.

He’s grinning now.

“We need to stop doing this,” you sigh, not even attempting to deny that you were ogling him. He’s hot, you both know it. No point in sugar-coating or avoiding it. “You can’t keep texting me this time of night and expect me to come over.”

“You can leave any time you want, you know that,” he says taking a step closer to you, “Just like you know you don’t have to text me back. But you do.” He extends a hand, which you accept, and you stand up, letting him pull you up against his chest. “Because you want to come over. Because you know you want this.”

Jungkook doesn’t waste another second before placing his lips on yours. He’s warm and comforting, smelling of sage and citrus, just like always.

He pulls you away from the front door, which he locks, and leads you towards his room. Even in the dark, you remember the path to his bed, your body has it practically memorized.

“Come here,” he whispers softly while his fingers dance along the edge of your wrinkled pajama shirt, before lifting it over your shoulders.

You didn’t even bother changing out of your stained and slept-in pjs. Jungkook has seen you in far worse conditions. Plus you figured they wouldn’t remain on for very long, and much to your pleasure - you’re right.

Jungkook admires your breasts with his hands once your shirt is on the ground. “You’re gorgeous like this,” he whispers, cupping them and letting his thumbs rub across your nipples. Between his touch and the cool air, they harden almost immediately.

You lean into his body and your lips collide, meanwhile, his arms move around your body, crushing you against his chest.

He moans into your mouth, loving the way your fingers run through his messy hair. He doesn’t hide the fact that his cock twitches against his sweatpants when you tug lightly on his locks.

Jungkook could come in his pants just from simply kissing you and having you play with his hair, but he needs more. So much more.

He reaches for your pants, ready to remove them next. He’s desperate to undress you, to have your naked body pressed up against his. You’ve been ignoring his texts for too long lately. Even though he would never admit it, he’s missed you. A lot.

You help him take off the rest of your clothing until you’re bare before him, and Jungkook looks at you like he’s always looked at you. Like you’re the only person in the universe, you captivate his entire attention.

Nothing else matters when he’s with you.

He tears only his sweatshirt off before sitting down on the bed. Stretching back, he pats his lap with that same old smirk you’ve grown to love and hate simultaneously and motions for you to climb on top of him.

You do as he requests, resting each leg on either side of his hips so you’re straddling his waist.

“Come here,” he says quietly, pulling you closer to him, so he can leave wet kisses trailing down your neck from your earlobe to the dip above your collarbone.

His hands travel down your side as his lips move closer and closer to your breasts, his hot breath tickles your skin as he hovers over your sensitive nubs. He flicks each with his tongue, before closing his lips over one of your soft peaks, sucking it in between his teeth.

The sensation pulls an explicit moan from deep within your core. Jungkook’s ears perk up, loving the sounds coming from you, wanting to hear you make sounds like that all night.

Your thighs tense around him as he does it again to the other side, and you massage the growing tent in his sweats to tease him just the right amount.

Jungkook digs his fingers into your hips, pushing your bare center up against his hardness as you continue your circling torture. It’s his turn to lose himself. Fuck, he can feel your heat through the thin fabric, your readiness soaking into his sweatpants. His hands curve around the swell of your ass as your tongues twist together in harmony.

Grabbing his face, you kiss him deeply while slowly moving off the top of him, your hand replacing where your opening was previously. You moan into his mouth this time, feeling how hard he is for you as you rub him through his pants.

Your hand dips underneath the waistband and wraps around his velvety length. His length throbs in your hand while your thumb glides over his needy head. You’re stroking him slowly enough to drive him into a maddening frenzy.

“Fuck baby, I need more,” he rasps.

You give him exactly what he begs for.

He cries out when your hand dips lower to squeeze his balls without warning. You smirk, watching the emotions overtake his face as the pain mixes deliciously with pleasure while you hold him tightly in your hands. You wait a few seconds before releasing them and then work to take off his pants.

“Jesus Christ,” he gasps, catching his breath from your dangerous game. “What was that for?”

You take a mouthful of him to avoid answering. He doesn’t press the issue further as you gag over his thick cock.

Jungkook grabs a fistful of your hair as you bring him closer and closer to the edge. He helplessly watches as your reddened lips glide over him, your saliva dripping everywhere in the process.

“Mmm, just like that,” he hums, caressing your cheek as you bob your head up and down.

Pulling yourself from him to catch your breath, your mouth then leaves wandering kisses that lead you to his balls next. Sucking each into your hollowed cheeks, you take your sweet time and watch intently as Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow together.

“Shit baby, I’m about to lose it,” he breathes deeply, before moving your bodies so you’re below him.

You smirk, your legs open and ready with your fingers teasing your wet and inviting opening. “Then lose it.”

He groans. Leaning across your body, Jungkook opens the drawer on his nightstand and rummages through until his fingers land on the very familiar foil packet. He smirks for a moment at the thought floating around in his head, and then lets the male urge win and rips it open with his teeth.

“You did not just do that,” you laugh, “That’s so cheesy. What are you, a horny teenager?”

He grins wolfishly as he rolls the condom on, “Might as well be.”

The scent of your arousal has now filled the room, engulfing Jungkook, and making him ravenous for you. He’s starved and only your heat will tame his hunger.

Unable to wait any longer, his thick length dips inside you just enough to wet his tip. He pulls back out of you, sliding your wetness through your folds, preparing you for what is to come. Then, without a moment’s notice, he takes you hard and fast, thrusting into you with all his power.

Your nails dig into his back, leaving red trails from where they slide down his back and grip his ass.

The veins in Jungkook’s neck pop out as he slams into you again and again.

“Holy fuck, ‘Kook! Oh my god,” you cry out, holding onto him.

He looks so fucking hot with his hair stuck to his damp forehead. Your eyes follow the bead of sweat dripping down his temple.

Jungkook’s soft moans tickle your ear, while one of his hands creeps up to wrap around your neck. The pressure is gentle but firm, his fingers are placed exactly where they need to be to make you feel lightheaded and slightly delirious - everything you want and more.

“Do you still love me?” he pants as he thrusts into you harshly.

You blink, hesitating to answer that question.

“Fine, then answer me this, do you still love my cock?”

“Jungkook…” you sigh, tilting your head to the side. “Please don’t go there.”

He pretends he doesn’t hear you. “Tell me you’ve never had better,” he demands after flipping you over. Pulling your ass up towards him, he realigns his length with your center and thrusts back into you. One of his hands wraps around your waist, the other gets lost in your hair.

“Tell me how much you’ve missed me and my cock,” he growls into your ear as he slips out of you, only to ram back into you with all his strength.

Each thrust pushes you further into the bed and brings you closer to the edge. You’re biting the sheets to stop yourself from screaming out from the sinful pleasure.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this.” You moan uncontrollably while Jungkook continues his sweet torture. Lust, and possibly another L emotion, dripping off the words spilling from your mouth.

You couldn’t lie if you tried at this point. You’ve really missed this and him. And holy fuck, his cock too. “Oh my god, oh god!” you cry out. Waves of euphoria wash over your quivering body as you unfold around him.

The coil snaps deep inside you, your walls pulsating around him, sending shockwaves through his body as he finishes.

Jungkook moans your name one last time before feeling himself swell, and he fills the condom with his load. His thrusts slow down but don’t stop just yet.

It’s almost too much to handle, yet it’s still not enough. Jungkook knows this and reaches down to rub his thumb along your swollen clit, causing you to see starts as your next release comes, it sprays out of you involuntarily.

You freeze, not sure if you should embrace it or be embarrassed.

He grins, “That was fucking hot. I’ve never made anyone squirt before.” You feel a sense of pride hearing that. Good. You don’t want him to have it like this with anyone else. Woah, where did that thought come from?

Without missing a beat, Jungkook lifts your legs over his shoulders as he bends down so he’s face level with your heat. He admires your slit that’s still slick from his undoing. You moan uncontrollably the second he licks through your damp folds, lost on cloud nine while he buries his face in between your legs, hands on either side of them, holding you in place.

You’re writhing beneath him from the glorious torture of his tongue teasing your entrance, his nose purposefully rubs against your sensitive nub and two of his long fingers slide into you, curling at the right pace.

His rhythmic licks turn you into a quivering mess. Your insides twist and clench around his fingers as you come again, unashamed and all over his face this time.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he pants, moving back up toward the top of the bed and collapsing next to you, totally spent.

You kiss him messily, tasting yourself on his lips, and cuddle into his side as you both drift off into the night, sweaty and exhausted, just how it should be.

It’s early. You’re not sure how long you’ve both been in and out of sleep, but you know it’s almost time for you to leave. This is the longest you’ve spent in his bed since your break up. All the other late-night extravaganzas we’re just a couple of hours, if that.

You’re laying on his chest, listening to the sound of his steady heartbeat and your synced breathing, working up the energy to sit up. His fingers draw small circles on your back as you two rest. It’s surprisingly…peaceful. These are the moments you miss the most when you’re apart.

“I have a thing with the guys around tomorrow, well technically today. Want to come?” Jungkook asks out of the blue, his voice cutting through the silence.

“Can’t,” you decline, worried about where this conversation is about to go.

“And why is that, exactly?” he asks, even though he very well knows. You know he knows. He knows that you know that he knows. Which is frustrating, to say the least.

The previous peace you felt is short-lived. You sit up and lean on your elbow to look at him. “You know I’m going out with Taehyung now. You liked my Instagram pic of us together from earlier this week.”

“Well, I’m sorry to say that if you’re here with me, that must mean he’s either very boring or is terrible in bed. Or maybe both?” He leaves the question open-ended for you to answer.

You roll your eyes and start to get up, not in the mood to discuss this with him tonight, or ever really.

You don’t need to explain to him that Taehyung deserves so much more than someone who’s willing to cheat on him, and with an ex-boyfriend at that. You two haven’t exactly made things official but it’s still unbelievably inconsiderate of you to waste his time while you pine after Jungkook, a guy who dumped you four months ago but still refuses to give you up.

“No, don’t go,” he groans. “What I’m trying to say is-” he pauses, fighting whatever is going on in his brain. “I don’t want you seeing him anymore,” he says bluntly.

“Why?” You press, begging for any sort of answer.

“‘Cause…,” he says, holding back.

“Because why Jungkook, I need you to say more than that. I need you to be more, we can’t keep going on like this.”

“Because I love you, dammit!” He runs a hand through his hair and huffs. “Can’t you tell? Isn’t it obvious? I’m still hung up on you and don’t like seeing you moving on when I’m, I’m…stuck,” he breathes.

He loves you.

A moment passes.

He. Loves. You.

“Please say something. Anything.” He’s nervously searching your face for any sort of answer.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Say that you’re still hung up on me,” he whines, pulling you back onto his chest.

Your voice softens, “You know that I am.”

He kisses you gently, making your heart flutter with the possibility.

“Then what’s stopping us?” He asks once your lips part from one another.

It’s your turn to huff, you have so much to say yet it’s all lost on you at this exact moment. Funny how that works, isn’t it?

“You’re the one who ended things.”

The streetlight shines in through his window, its light illuminating your body, highlighting your beautiful features that he just can’t get enough of. Why did he end things again?

“Yeah, well, I’m an idiot. What’s new?” he jokes, crawling over top of you, completely mesmerized by how gorgeous you are beneath him. He kisses you sweetly, his lips massaging yours as his heart pounds loudly in his chest. You didn’t say no. To Jungkook, that means there’s still a chance, and he’ll gladly take it.

One of his hands holds the back of your neck, tilting your head just the right amount for him to deepen the kiss. He moans into your mouth, his tongue playing with yours while his other hand finds its way between your legs.

A soft gasp escapes your lips when his fingers dip inside you. They twist and curl with perfect accuracy, bringing you closer and closer to bliss.

He has you practically begging for more, you’re already a panting mess. You reach for him, craving more, needing him closer but he refuses.

“Nope,” he grins playfully, pushing your chest gently so you lay back onto the bed, “I want to watch you come undone this time. I want to see you lose it when you come for me.”

Your back arches off the bed as you dance along the edge, squeezing your eyes shut you let his words do their magic.

“Be a good girl and come all over these fingers.” Your hips move helplessly, matching his speed as you chase the high.

“You’re luminous, absolutely divine, and all mine. Nobody can worship you as I do. Nobody else can make you feel this good.”

“No one compares to you,” you moan sensually as pleasure overtakes your body yet again, turning you into the mess he wants to see.

Your lips touch again after what feels like an eternity. “I’m glad you’re here,” he whispers, leaving another lazy kiss on your cheek, before moving to clean up the aftermath of your pleasures.

“Me too,” you say sleepily, pulling him back into your arms after he disposed of the condom. You feel yourself drifting off, about to fall into a soft slumber with your bodies entwined.

Jungkook grins, knowing he’s one step closer to convincing you to try again. He kisses you softly, lovingly, one more time before you both drift off into the early morning light.

©shadowkoo 2024. All rights reserved.

[lazinesswrites]

I saw a post of someone saying Wrecker was probably the one to insist they keep Crosshairs gear around just in case, and how the poster wanted a scene in s3 of Wrecker giving the gear back to Crosshair and all. I was trying to reblog the post but then tumblr crashed and now I can’t find it again 🫠

Anyway, what I wanted to say was - yes. It’s always been a headcanon of mine that they kept it, based on that one scene where Omega accidentally drags out a crate that turns out to be Crosshair’s weapons kit and everyone is Sad. I’m glad to learn that bit is actually canon now. And also, yeah, I definitely also want an emotional scene of Crosshair learning they kept it this whole time. OP of that post that disappeared, if we don’t get that, just say the word, I’ll come with you to fistfight the people responsible.

I now also want a Missing Scene type fic, probably set some time around the whole ‘selling Echo as a droid’ thing, of someone (maybe Hunter?) suggesting they sell parts of Crosshair’s armor/weapons, because it’s that or starve. And no one is happy about it, not even Hunter himself, but Wrecker throws an absolute fit because that’s their brother’s stuff! Those things are Crosshair’s and their armor is basically the only thing that’s theirs and they want to just get rid of Crosshair’s just because he’s not there at the moment? Are they not planning on getting him back?! And of course the others want Crosshair back too, but Crosshair made his choice and— But Wrecker is just not having it and they end up keeping it. And maybe they have the discussion a couple more times later on, when someone’s armor breaks, and that time they give Crosshair’s old comlink to Omega, but Wrecker keeps insisting Crosshair will need it again, and no one really wants to fight him on it. They all hope he’s right, even if they don’t really believe it. (The thing with the comlink is an exception, because there’s one both in the vambrace and the helmet so Crosshair will still have one even though they give one to Omega, and Omega does need one, too.)

And then of course Wrecker is right and Crosshair comes back and needs his armor and weapons again.

If anyone recognizes the post I’m talking about, please link me. EDIT: I FOUND IT! It's this post, from @omglisalithium.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Presley ~ A Curtis Everett Au ~ Part Two

Curtis Everett x OFC Presley Adams

Synopsis:

Curtis Everett is a hard working man. As the head of the mob of Concord, he does everything he can to provide for his wife and children. His life is perfect. Until it's not.

After a devastating accident, Curtis is alone with his children and needs some serious help.

Presley Adams needs to find work and fast. Running from her past she just wants to lay low and earn enough to get her out of town. Until she starts working for Curtis as his live in nanny.

As she falls in love with this family, can she stop her past from finding her? Or will her past be the end of the Everett reign in Concord?

Book two of the Five Kings of Boston series

A/N: taglist is open!

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Previous: Part One

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Part Two: The Nanny 

Presley 

My mother always told me that I should have the strength of a man and not be afraid to use it, to survive the world as a woman.  A woman in a very dangerous world. Her words have stayed with me since... well since we were torn apart. I have been on my own since I was 18 and had survived with a toughness that would have made my father proud.  

If I actually spoke to him, that is. 

But in the five years after I left home, I am finding myself desperate to make it out of the East Coast and head west. To get farther away from my past, from him, the better. 

I sat with my coffee cup on my desk at the law office of Weiss & Associates and started my day.  I checked for any interesting news before setting the appointments for my boss, Michale Weiss, into his calendar with the notes.  He was a good boss, for the most part.  But I didn’t trust the man.  He was flighty and scattered, albeit a fantastic lawyer.  When he walked in, loud suit as ever, I smiled at him.  “Good morning, Mr. Weiss.”  

He gave me a tight smile. “Miss Adams. I need to see you in about 10.”  

My smile faltered just a bit. “Yes sir.” I got up to get his usual coffee and Danish, grabbed my notepad and head in.  “You wanted to see me, sir.”  

“Yes,” he waved me in. He cleared his throat, like he was uncomfortable, which is something I haven’t seen a lot from him. “HR has just notified me that there was an error in your personnel file.”  

My heart stopped. “My file? Sir I don’t...” 

He popped his hand to stop me. “Your social security number had been flagged. Now I don’t know what is going on and I won’t pretend to care but I need this firm to keep its nose clean.”  

“I understand.”  I looked down at my hands and bit my lip to stop myself from crying  

“I’m sorry Miss Adams, but you’re fired.” I snapped her head up. “Effective immediately.” 

“I need this job, please, I’ll do anything,” I pleaded 

“I’m sorry Presley,” he said softly. “But we have a big case coming and I don’t need the other side to catch a whiff of an investigation, or we will lose.”  

I nodded and stood up.  “Thank you, Mr. Weiss.”  I scooted out the door, grabbed my stuff and walked out.   

Three days later and I wasn’t having any luck finding another job.  I sat with her friend, Cat, at the coffee shop.  

“I don’t know what to do Cat, I mean, nobody is hiring. I need to have a job if I want to go to California.” Cat knew about my past and my plan.  

“Pres, have you tried with the childcare agency? They are always hiring.”  

“If my social isn’t working, how can I apply?” 

Just then, a couple of men walked in, speaking loudly.  “The boss is desperate to find a chef and a nanny like as soon as possible. I guess Mrs. Everett is heading back to Paris and won’t be able to help anymore.”  

“He’s got an interview tomorrow for a chef.  Now its just down to a nanny.” 

“Sad those kids lost their mom. Hopefully he finds someone who will love them as much as he does.”  

The men left with their coffees, and I looked to Cat.  “Everett?” 

Cat shook her head. “No way Presley. Mr. Everett is the King of Concord. A mob boss. How do you not know that?” 

“I’ve only been here a year.” I shrug. “Besides, I know how to handle a king, Cat.  This could be my best chance.”  I looked around to make sure no one was listening to us.  “Do you know where he lives?” 

“The big manor at the end of Concord St. Presley, are you sure? I mean if you are trying...” 

“I know Cat. I’ll be careful.”  

The next morning, I took forever to decide on my outfit.  I finally got dressed in a demur skirt and boots, button down shirt, hair in a ponytail to contain my dark curls.  I decided to walk over to the manor, pumping myself up along the way.  “You can do this Presley, you need to be sweet, smart, confident.”  I got to the gate and heard a door open.  Two men walked out, one with floppy hair, pulling on a coat, the other with a shaved head in a three-piece suit. I swallowed as I looked over the man in the suit. It was custom tailored, that much I knew, it fit him like a glove. It was dark blue with a pin stripe, crisp white shirt, no tie, a couple of buttons undone. I could see a few tattoos on his wrist and by his neck.  

“Can I help you?” 

I stepped through the gate. “Hello, my name is Presley. I am here for the nanny position.” I fidgeted slightly as he studied me. I sucked in a breath when I saw his eyes.  The beautiful ocean blue eyes that bore into my soul.  This man was not just handsome, he was beautiful. Deadly but captivating.   

He observed me.  My long wavy hair was tied back, showing off my face, I could feel my eyes widen under his inspection. I was a little scared of him.  

Not that he would hurt me.   

That he could wreck me.   

I swallowed, wondering what was taking him so long to say anything more. “I’m Curtis Everett.” 

Shit, this was the boss.  The king of Concord, according to Cat. He’d only said a few words, but the way he looked at me made me want to climb him like a tree.  I’ve never met a man who just exude sex and power with one look.  Curtis gave me a small smile, like it was painful to look at me. Like I was bringing him painful memories. Shit, did he know me? Know who I was in my past life?  “Why don’t you come in? You said your name is Presley?” 

“Yes, sir, Presley Adams. It’s nice to meet you.” I took a breath, stiffened my back and offered my hand and he took it. His hands were warm but rough, yet gentle. It made me shiver a bit, thinking of how they would feel on the rest of my body. I shook the thought and followed him into the house.  

“How did you hear about the job, Miss Adams?” Curtis directed me to a chair in his office.  His office was painted a cream color with dark wood furniture. I noted several pictures, a cute blonde girl and a boy that looked like Curtis.  Next to it was a picture of a woman, blonde, who look just like the little girl. It must be his wife, I thought to myself. She was the perfect complement to the dark of Curtis’s aura. 

“Actually, I overheard a couple of men speaking about it at the coffee shop.” I flushed at the admission. “I was there with a friend, and I had recently lost my job.”  

“I see.” Curtis sat in his chair and leaned back. “I hadn’t even called the agency, yet you took it upon yourself to reach out to me. That’s ambitious if not stupid.”  

“I don’t work for the agency,” I admitted. Might as well be honest because lying at the last job screwed me.  

“Then how will I know you are qualified to watch my children? I don’t want someone who could be a criminal or mentally unstable to be in close proximity to my children. Maybe...” 

“No, wait, please.” Fuck, I could feel the opportunity slipping away but I was determined and made another plead. “Mr. Everett, I may not have a degree in childcare or references, but I am a hard worker. I’m organized, I can drive, I can play, do make believe. Children don’t need to be so structured when they are out of school. They need to have fun; they need to be loved and they need someone who they can rely on to be their friend.  Yes, I know, there should still be some order but why not make it fun. I don’t know how old your children are or any special circumstances that may be happening, but I do know that I would do anything to protect any child and give them the love that they deserve.”  

Curtis 

Presley took a breath as I steepled my hands under my chin. I looked at this young woman who said all the things I was looking for. I don’t know how she understood how precious my children are to me. It was like she had lived this life before. But I wanted to make sure this is a good fit for my family. I grabbed my phone and sent a text to Clint. “I want to see something Miss Adams.” The door open a few moments later and my children came running in. “Joshua, Everly, this is Presley.”  Both children greeted her and she smiled.  

“Its nice to meet you.  How old are you, Joshua?” 

“Eight and my sister is five.”  

“Wow, good ages. Let me guess, you like to play sports, right, Josh?” He nodded. “And you Miss Everly, do like your dolls and playing dress up?”  Everly nodded her head but still remained hidden a little behind Joshua.   

Joshua took her hand behind him and observed the woman, his green eyes showed curiosity but protectiveness. “My sister is always nervous when she meets new people,” Joshua explained. “I always tell her that I’ll protect her.” My chest swelled with pride at Joshua’s words. I was raising my son as a gentleman, something I knew Anna would be proud of.  

“That is such a great thing a big brother can do for their sister.” Presley studied the children. “Well, I hope that I can come back and play with you guys.  I used to play softball and soccer.” Josh’s eyes lit up.  “And I have a doll that I still sleep with at home.  Maybe I can bring her over and we can have a tea party?”  Everly scooted away from Josh and looked straight on at Presley.  

“Do you know how to braid hair?” Everly asked softly, her blue eyes big and round.  

“I do. I can help you with that as well.”  

“Daddy can only do ponytails.” I chuckled at my daughter’s bluntness.  

“But I bet he makes the best ones.”  Everly smiled and nodded.  

“Ok kids, go back outside for a little bit. Nana is making some soup and sandwiches for lunch,” I said.  A man Presley hadn’t noticed before opened the door to allow the kids to exit.  “Thanks Clint.”  

“No problem, boss.”  He closed the door and I turned back to Presley.  

“My children like you.”  

“They are beautiful and so well behaved.”  

I chuckled. “For the moment.  Joshua was trying to put a worm in Evie’s hair earlier.” Presley let out a giggle.  The sound was beautiful and for some reason, made my cock twitch. Get a grip Everett!  I cleared his throat in order to ignore the sudden bodily response. “I think we can do a trial run, Miss Adams. The kids go to school during the week until three and I usually work until about six or seven.  I try to eat dinner with them every night but sometimes I'm late.”  

“Understood.”  

“Now, I know you may have an apartment or other housing, but it will make me feel better if you stay in the manor with us, just in case.  There are times when I am called away in the middle of the night.” I was wondering if this was still a good idea, considering how I keep taking in her full lips, beautiful skin, long hair that would look good wrapped around my fist. What the fuck am I thinking? I refocus on her eyes, even though they are distracting as well.  

“That’s find Mr. Everett.  I am staying with a friend now so moving here would not be a problem.”  

“Good. Good.  As far as salary goes, I pay $1500 a week plus access to a car, food here and so forth. You would have Sundays off to do what you please. My only rules are not to be too loud and absolutely no visitors whatsoever. I don’t need strangers in my home when my line of work is... delicate.  If it is ok, I would rather pay in cash each week and of course if I need you in an emergency, I will compensate you.  Does this seem fair?” 

Presley 

I was stunned. $1500 a week could go a long way to helping achieve my goal. Plus, the added bonus of being in a secure location helped ease my nerves.  “Yes, Mr. Everett, that is fine.”  

“Good.” He stood up and I followed his lead. “I think that this could be an excellent arrangement.  Can you start this Friday?” 

“I can, my friend can drop me off.” I reined in my giddiness.  

“No, I’ll have a driver and one of my men come get you. Just leave your address.  They will be there at nine am sharp.”  His voice was resolute, no negotiation would be allowed.  Since I had no other way to get my stuff here, I let it go.  

“Ok.  Thank you, Mr. Everett, for this opportunity.”   

Curtis 

Presley walked out of the house and back down the road.  I watched her leave and felt a presence next to me.  

“She is beautiful, son.” Sylvia watched the young woman as well.  

“Ma don’t start.” How do mothers know what their children are thinking? Yes, I could admit that Presley is gorgeous and that my body had a natural reaction to a beautiful woman.  But how could I be disloyal to Anna? The conflict between my head and my heart raged and it seemed that my mother picked up on it.  

“Curtis, it has been four years. You can let yourself be happy as well.” My mother rubbed my arm.  “Anna wouldn’t want you to be sad and alone.”  

I shook my head. “That may well be, but it will not be with her.  She’s going to be working for me as the nanny and I can’t complicate that.” 

I was doing this for my children.  Their happiness and comfort came before mine. 

No matter how tempting Miss Presley Adams is.  

Presley 

“Presley, are you serious?” Cat paced as I finished packing before Mr. Everett’s car arrived. “You can’t live with him. He’s the head of a mob. He’s dangerous.”  

“He’s nice, Cat. He treated me with respect and is paying me cash. If I do this for a year, I’ll be set to move to California, where no one will find me, and I’ll be free. It works.”  

“I just don’t think this is a good idea.” I loved her so much for her protectiveness. 

“I’ve got it handled, Cat.  I’ll see you on Sunday, ok?” I hugged my friend when I heard a knock on the door.  “That must be the guy that Mr. Everett sent.” I grabbed my bags, which Cat helped with another and went downstairs.  I opened the door. “Hi!” 

“Hello Miss Adams. Mr. Everett sent me. My name is Clint Barton.”  His smile was warm, sandy colored hair smoothed back; black suit sharp. He was handsome, for sure, but the ring on his left hand left nothing to chance.  

“I remember you, Mr. Barton. Please call me Presley.”  

“Mr. Everett requested that I call you Miss Adams.” My felt my face of excitement falls a bit, but I catch it. I think Clint saw the flash of uneasiness at his words and smiled. “But, if its just you and me, you can call me Clint, Presley.”  

I smiled. “Ok.”  I turned back to Cat. “Maybe I can walk into town, and we can meet for coffee on Sunday?” 

“I’ll drive you Presley,” Clint offered.  “The weather will cool down and it will be difficult to walk so I can drive you if you need it.”  

“Thanks Clint. See,” I said to Cat as Clint and the driver took my bags to the car, “everything is going to be fine.”  My lower lip began to tremble. “Thank you for taking care of me.”  

Cat pulled me in, “anytime Pres. Love you.”  

“Love you. I’ll call you later.” I walked to where Clint was holding a door for me. “Thanks Clint.” He nodded as I slid into the car.  

The ride was quiet but not uncomfortable. I took in more of the city since I wasn’t on a crowded bus to get to Everett Manor.  Yeah, Clint clarified that the house had a name. My thoughts turned to the blue–eyed king. His gaze could smother someone or light them up to heaven.  I did a little research and understood he was eight years older than me; he took over about seven years ago and four years ago, he lost his wife in an accident.  

My heart broke for his kids. My own mother passed away when I was eighteen. Dad said she had gone to the store and had an accident.  I never saw her again.  We had a funeral, but the casket was closed.  Dad said it was because she was broken. But I know why.  And I shudder at the thoughts.  Thinking of her, I unconsciously played with the locket around my neck.  The last piece of hers I had. I shook the sad thoughts away as we pulled into the Manor. Clint opened my door.  “Go ahead and head on in. Mr. Everett is waiting with Mrs. Everett in the study.  Do you remember how to get there?” I nodded. “Relax. Smile. This is a good thing. I’ll put your bags in your room.”  

“Thanks Clint.”  I walked to the door and opened it.  I hadn’t really gotten a look at the manor the last time I was here. The formal living room at the front of the house was beautiful. Dark paint splashed on the wall would have made any home super dark, but the windows went up to the vaulted ceiling.  A light brown leather couch and two cream chairs centered the room, while gold accents finished it perfectly.  

I had always wanted to be an interior designer.  And I thought that whom ever selected this pallet had excellent taste.  I kept walking and saw the dining room that matched the living room and then the family room.  Two very different spaces. The cream-colored walls with a dark blue couches and brown and gold accents decorated the room. This room was meant to be light and airy, where hot chocolate and popcorn are eaten near the fireplace for movie night. Presley stopped for a moment to admire.  

“My wife decorated everything.”  A voice behind me startled me and I jumped. I also stepped back into a side table, but a strong hand caught me around the waist. The warmth of his hands burned my skin in the most delicious way. I looked up to see ocean blues studying me.  “Are you alright?” 

“Yes,” I breathed as I continued to stare. Curtis Everett is holding me in his arms. I shivered and moved to stand on my own.  “I’m sorry Mr. Everett, I didn’t mean to snoop.”  

“Nonsense.  This is your home now.” He offered a smile, and it took everything in me not to swoon. “Miss Adams, welcome.”  

“Thank you, sir. Mr. Barton directed me to your office, but I couldn’t help but admire the decorating and colors.” I took another look. “Your wife has excellent taste.”  

“Thank you.” He looked uncomfortable now and I lowered my gaze.  Dammit, I probably shouldn’t have said the wife thing.  It's ok for him to bring it up but a stranger doing it has to hurt. “Follow me please.”  He walked out and I followed behind. Further down is the kitchen, he told me. “Our new chef, Mr. Jones starts next week. I’ll introduce you when he arrives.”  He pulled the door to his study.  “My kids are at school now.  Everly is out at 2, Joshua at 3. Clint will drive you to collect them.”  

“Ok. Any type of schedule after?” 

“An older woman appeared, “Yes.  Josh is required to finish his homework before he can turn on his video games. Evie usually has a couple of worksheets to finish before she can go to the playroom.” I nodded before the woman smiled.  “I’m Sylvia Everett, Curtis’s mother.”  She offered it and I took it.  She had a soft but firm grip to her handshake.  She’s just the type of woman my mom would have liked.  

“Presley Adams, ma’am. Its very nice to meet you.”  

“I’ll be around for the next couple of weeks,” Sylvia said. “I’ll get you oriented with the children’s schedules and needs.”  

“I’m grateful to you, ma’am.”  

Curtis looked at his watch.  “Let me show you to your room and let you get settled in.” Curtis offered his arm to her, and she took it with trepidation.  This man was reserved and yet, Presley was drawn to it.  She wasn’t very experienced with men, but she knew enough to know when a man was quiet and reserved, he was most likely strong and powerful.  

“I put you near the children’s rooms.  We have the nursey, well Evie’s room now and Joshua is on the other side. He just got his own room, and he tries to hide in here as much as possible.” He opened the door to a room in white and black.  Black wood furniture decorated with a four-poster bed sat center.  A TV was on one wall and two doors. “This is the closet and this is your own en-suite bathroom.  The kids share a jack and jill in between.”  

“Its beautiful.”  

“I’m glad you like it.  Here,” he handed me a card and a phone. “This is a secure phone.  I’ve programmed Clint, my mother, my other man Anthony and myself in the phone. The card is for any expenses you may have while caring for the kids. I pay on Fridays, so I’ll leave an envelope for you in the kitchen.”  

I nodded, not sure what to say. “Thank you, Mr. Everett. I really appreciate the opportunity.”  

“I’ll leave you to it.” He walked out and before he closed the door, he turned back. The look in his eyes showed appreciation.  At what I had no idea. “I hope this arrangement works out.”  He closed the door, and I blew out a breath.  

What does he mean that he hopes the arrangement works out? Was he just hoping that I don’t run out screaming because his kids are monsters or what it something else?  I won’t deny that the man is handsome.  But he is also a mob boss, a king, as everyone likes to say. And I know how they are when they are no longer happy.  I shoved the thought away as I unpacked.  I put the picture of my mother and me by the night side table. I still miss her every day.  Had she been alive, would I have been able to escape the horror that my father planned?  Would she have taken me away?  I’ll never know.  

It was a few days later, and I was picking up the playroom while the kids were at school.  It had been a good transition.  Josh liked that I could pitch to him and Everly loved the different dress up games I made up.  I had also convinced each child to help their sibling out for a couple of games. Everly enjoyed the attention she got when Joshua would let her play with him, running after the balls he hit and helping her hit off the t-ball stand.  Josh rolled his eyes at tea parties but didn’t say anything, watching how happy his sister was.  

Today was the day that the new chef was supposed to start, and Mr. Everett asked me to meet him at noon for lunch. It was five minutes to noon, and I made my way to the kitchen.  Mr. Everett was there talking to someone.  “Good afternoon, Mr. Everett.”  

Curtis turned to look at me, giving me a glimpse of the man he was talking to.  And I blanched. It couldn’t be.  My heart began to race as I stared at Adam Jones in front of me.  I hadn’t noticed him before, probably because I was so nervous, but here he was, standing in front of me.  A phone rang and Curtis brought it up to his ear. “Hello? Yes, one second.”  He turned to me. “I need to take this. I will be right back.”  He left the room and I stared again at Adam.  

“Its been a long time...” he started before I cut him off.  

“Please, don’t say anything.”  

Adam softly smiled.  “I remembered. And I won’t.  I think you will be safe here. Its nice to know you are doing well.”  

“Thank you.”  I went still when I felt Curtis come back into the room.   

“Sorry about that. Miss Adams, this is our new chef, Adam Jones.  Mr. Jones, Miss Presley Adams.”  

“A pleasure to meet you, miss.” Adam offered his hand to me with a wink. “Please let me know of any allergies or preferences you have.”  

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Curtis’s jaw tick. Was he angry that Adam was being polite to me? Or was it the wink he threw? I sensed danger and was quick with the handshake. “Thank you, Mr. Jones.”  I took a step away from him.  

“Mr. Jones, I would like to have lunch in the sunroom, please.” His tone was devoid of emotion, but it was enough to issue a warning to Adam. What the warning was, I had no idea, but I could feel it radiating from Curtis. He turned to me. “Miss Adams,” he offered his arm.  

As I slid my arm through his, a million thoughts went through my head.  Why was Curtis so formal with me all the time? How the fuck did Adam Jones end up in Boston? Am I really safe here? Why is Curtis mad? Lunch was all business. I’m glad Curtis gave me a little notebook by the side of my plate so I could take notes. It really was a schedule of things, and I would add them to my phone later so I would remember. But he was formal the entire time. Not because I was his employee; it felt like he was holding himself back from...me.  I went to bed that night, wishing that my mom was with me on this journey. She would know how to read this confusing, beautiful man.  

The next couple of weeks were awkward.  Adam was friendly but cautious.  He never talked to me as if he knew me, which I was grateful for.  But Curtis seemed angry whenever he saw me.  I started to avoid him as much as possible.  I ate after the family did, claiming that I was cleaning up and letting Curtis spend time with his children. In reality, I did it to stop myself from staring at him. If I kept staring, he would see the lust, the longing, the desire in my eyes. That would be a very bad idea.  

On Saturday, I had put the kids to bed and was getting a snack for my room in the kitchen.  When I turned to leave. I jumped.  Curtis was standing in the doorway in a tux. I knew he had an event tonight, but I had assumed he had left already.  “Good evening Mr. Everett.”  

“Miss Adams.”  He was looking at me, not with friendship but something I couldn’t identify. “Having a snack? I didn’t see you at dinner.”  

“Oh. Well, I had dinner earlier since I wanted to be ready for bedtime.  I’m just having a snack with a bath and a book.”  I smiled nervously. “You look nice.”  

He looked down at his own body before looking back at the mess that was me.  My hair was up in a top knot, yoga pants and a hoodie.  I was ready to turn in for the night but I couldn’t help but feel naked under his gaze.  “Thank you,” he finally said. “Do you have plans for tomorrow?”  

I swallowed.  “Yes, I'm meeting my friend Cat in town.  Clint... Mr. Barton said he would drive me.” I flushed. Shit, I wasn’t supposed to call anyone by their names except the kids.  

“I’ll drive you,” he said.  

“Oh no, Mr. Everett...” he walked up to me, and I went still, the sentence dying in my throat.  

“It would make me feel better to know you are ok, Presley.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I could feel it, the sexual tension between us. I thought it was just me, but I could feel it radiate from him. It was making my skin buzz. Suddenly I wanted him to touch me. I fought the urge to press up against him.  

“Why?” 

He looked me over with something I’ve never seen in a man: longing.  

“Because I couldn’t protect her. I can still protect you.”  

NEXT

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[randomshipperhere]

The 31 Days Before In Space With Markiplier

!!🧹CLEANING OUT DRAFTS WRITTEN IN LIKE 2022. Posted as is last written🧹!!

A recap of what happened in the one month before the release that is more or less related to ISWM. Open to any missed info and note.

I used my time zone for this so some events may have happened hours earlier or later for others. That and also the date I found certain posts. So you have to keep those two factors in mind while reading through. Also minor note is that I write them on the day and once it’s over I do not mess with previous entries.

This post is for fandom historical purposes or in case someone needs a refresher in the future or someone is feeling nostalgic.

March 5, 2022: Mark released the official trailer for In Space with Markiplier.

He has replied to tweets, and reblogged stuff on tumblr. If you look at the keywords for the trailer, he was cheeky and typed “you’re looking for an easter egg aren’t you?”. No need to call us out.

2 Major fan agreements: Chica is seen as the most important part of the trailer, and we aren’t qualified enough to run a spaceship.

March 6, 2022: He is seen in multiple comments section of ISWM trailer reaction videos on youtube. Pretty active on social media probably reading fan reactions on all platforms he knows. Like a lurker. 

March 7, 2022: Unrelated but it sparked discussion. Matpat made a Game Theory video of Mark’s ideal Pokemon. 

March 8, 2022: Some memes about how ISWM is free and not paid got popular. Not sure the origin date of this fandom meme but he does go on a rant in “nothing strange is happening here.” about being confused why people think Distractible Podcast was paid.

March 9, 2022: Mark has interacted with his fans on twitter. Gave the fans a scare.

A fan announcement is released to change names and locations when ISWM drops. Mark himself liked an earlier version of the tweet.

Unrelated to ISWM but related to fandom matters. 10 Minute Power Hour - Season 2 Trailer on The Grumps youtube channel was posted. I’ve heard that marktwt ended up having to see his ass on their timelines for a few days. Cannot confirm nor deny.

March 10, 2022: Cursed stream. Watching the Same Video 100 Times. He has way too high of a charisma stat that there was a good amount of people went along with this insane stream from start to finish. He had a very Actor-esque monologue in the middle and got permission to show BTS photos (say Thanks Amy). Live viewers was consistently around 25k.

This is the day a good amount of the fans decided we will give him hell when the show comes out.

March 11, 2022: I’m not sure why but the Markiplier fandom on tumblr decided to make some Bald Mark edits.

March 12, 2022: The Test 2. Timestamp: 51:34. It’s another tease for ISWM but this is from the last frame of Everything has to begin with the date release from the ISWM trailer.

March 13, 2022: Not much outside of some fans making a copypasta. “Hello. This is Markiplier. I have been logged out of my main account and I need your credit card information so I can keep making Youtube Let's Plays.”

There are variations but the main content of the copypasta is the same. Mick also posted this on his twitter.

March 14, 2022:  Mark did a livestream “Five Nights at Freddy’s 2: REVISITED”. It managed to reach over 100k viewers live on average (probably, I was only there in the last 50 minutes). For whoever needs it. He likes being called a himbo.

March 15 & 16, 2022: Nothing noteworthy to say about these days.

March 17, 2022: Since so much nothing has happened. I’ll report that Mark uploaded Assessment Examination. Cursed Thumbnail BTW. Thanks, I hate it.

March 18, 2022: Nothing to note.

March 19, 2022: Mark went live. FNAF 3 Revisited. He mentions 1928 so WKM fans are triggered. Also briefly explains why he hasn’t been active.

March 20, 2022: Mark retweets this. 

March 21, 2022: Mark went live. FNAF 4 Revisited. I find it funny that if you ctrl+u and searched for the keywords he just keeps adding instead of changing things around. First one I didn’t get to watch live.

March 22, 2022: The Grumps: 10 Minute Power Hour. Our [REDACTED] boys doing chaotic things as usual. 2 weeks left before release, I’m assuming Mark will start messing with the fandom big time when there’s only a week left.

Mark went live and streamed Sister Location. Peaked at 106k viewers. He’s still adding keywords there.

March 23 & 24, 2022: Please move on to the next date.

March 25, 2022: On youtube, Mark started a premiere countdown.  Mark retweeted 2 fan arts on twitter. Then he had a bit too much fun over on tiktok.

March 26, 27, and 28, 2022: Please move on to the next interesting date. I guess instead of just the trailer thumbnail, we had the trailer playing too.

March 29, 2022: DING! DING! DING! DING! Something finally happened! One of the captains found a link to an unlisted video because their premiere glitched. It’s mostly the same. The only thing that has changed is that the slap is in reverse. Here is the link and from unlisted it went to private. So that link is useless now but hey, at least we have the URL.

He really played us like that huh...

March 30, 2022: Because timezones are a thing, I’m writing the part 2 here. A couple of our fellow captains found 2 codes from the video. One and two. The first one has an update. First link references Venus, and the second link is with Zeus so Jupiter. This amazing captain has a pretty solid idea. Whether this will be true or not is up to the future.

Thumbnail changes are also happening. Mark is also messing with the polls. Three times actually.

Mark liked this post on twitter.

(kinda lumped them together because I was still looking for posts of peeps trying to figure this stuff out.)

March 31, 2022: Knock! Knock! 3rd edit has us shown a robot and a new set of codes. This time it’s for Kronos aka Saturn. Differences for today’s trailer. Theory of possible upcoming codes. Link to the video that is now privated. Thumbnail change is even more fucked up with the mouth erased.

April 1, 2022: Captain Atterid with updated code results. Also better compilation post of trailer thumbnail changes. Mark changed the thumbnail for April Fools. He also seemed to stop creating a poll asking whether we had reminders on.

It was Ares this time around. Theory for upcoming planets as well.

April 2, 2022:

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April 3, 2022:

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April 4, 2022:

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April 5, 2022: In Space With Markiplier releases in my time zone :)

Happy Space Expeditions fellow Captains!

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In order: Aphrodite-Venus, Zeus-Jupiter, Kronus-Saturn, Poseidon- Neptune, Ares- Mars,

March 22: I’m assuming Mark will start messing with the fandom big time when there’s only a week left.

Hey I got it right!

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

CHAPTER 29

THE NANNY: CHAPTER 29

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Working and single parenting is not easy. Andy needs to find a nanny for his son Jacob. Annie, an education degree student at Lasell University, comes to their lives just in time for the big changes in Andy’s life.

Warnings: cursing words.

A/N:  Look I know these kind of processes take a lot of time, but this is a work of fiction. And again I do not know anything about law, I’m not a lawyer.

Disclaimer: I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, used, translated nor reposted anywhere else but here on this blog. Do not steal what you didn’t work for. Minors and ageless blank blogs don’t interact with me or my works. Reblogs and likes are always welcome. Thank you for reading this work of fiction.

Word count: 1937

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It’s been two weeks now since the case over the custody of Jake began and Laurie wasn’t backing down. Andy hadn’t found any reason as in why Laurie wanted to have Jake back, either she wasn’t hiding anything or she was very good at hiding it.

“Ok, honey.” Andy walked out of their closet fixing his tie, “Are you sure you can come to court today?”

“Yes, you know today I only have 3 classes. There will be no problem.” She said as she finished to brush her hair. Andy walked behind her and kiss the top of her head.

“I like that dress.” He said looking to the flowered lilac midi dress with heart neckline and short sleeves she was wearing.

“Thanks! You bought it.”

“Do you remember what I told you?”

“To answer with all honesty everything they ask.”

“Good, girl. Remember, at 11. See you later!”

Annie went to school and tried to pay attention to all of her classes of the day but it was impossible, she was getting nervous as the time passed. It was her last class and it was pouring rain outside.

“Sure you don’t want us to come with you?” Sharon asked when she saw Annie couldn’t stop moving her hands.

“No, I’ll be good.”

“Good luck, if you need anything at all.” Mark said.

“I’ll call you.” They walked out the building, the rain was heavier than before. “Guess I’ll have to run to my car. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

It was 11:15 and Annie wasn’t at court.

“Where is she?” Lynn asked.

“I don’t know,” Andy took his phone and send her a text.

Not even 5 seconds later Annie came in running, wet from head to toe, her hair was drenched, and right when she was about to made it to the front, she slipped falling on her ass in front of every one.

“SHIT!” The deputy ran to help her stand.

“You ok, miss?” He grabbed her arm.

“Yeah, yeah! Sorry I’m late. It’s raining.”

“Miss…” The judge looked at the paper he had, “Johnson?”

“Yeap! That’s me! Hi!”

“Please, Miss Johnson, come to the bench to take your oath.”

Annie walked carefully to the stand and sat on the chair in there, she waved a little to Andy who waved back and smiled. Laurie didn’t miss this interaction.

“Lawyer Canavan, since your witness is already here, you can began.”

“Thank you, your honor.” Lynn walked towards the stand, “Your name, please.”

“Annabelle Marie Johnson.”

“Perfect. How long have you known the Barbers?”

“Since March this year.”

“How did you come to work for them?”

“Mr. Barber called me because Mrs. Duffy recommended me to be his nanny. He told me to come to his house for an interview and he said he needed someone to take care of Jake because he was going to have more work due to his promotion.”

“In all of the time you had work there, have you seen Mr. Barber been aggressive towards his son?”

“Never! He is a great dad, very loving. Andy hugs and kisses Jake every time he has the chance. He had yelled at Jake a couple of times, like every parent, but he had never been physical. They play, they spend time together, they go fishing and when Jake needed help Andy didn’t hesitate to look for someone to help him.” She smiled looking at Andy who saw her with love in his eyes.

“Mr. Barber mentioned you have been great help in the psychological process Jake’s been having.”

“Well, I suppose. I spend a lot of time with Jake and I just want him to have a happy childhood. Jake is a great kid, sweet, funny, so smart. I don’t want to see him suffer.” She looked at Laurie when she said that last line.

“Thank you, Miss Johnson. No more questions your honor.”

“Lawyer Anderson, your witness.”

“Thank you, your Honor.” He stood up and walked towards Annie. “Good morning, Miss Johnson, thank you for keep us waiting. I hope you are alright, it was quite a hard fall.” Annie was shivering by now since she was drying.

“I’m ok.” She gave him tight smile.

“Have you and Mr. Barber ever argue?”

“Once, ammm it was early when I first started working for him. He was stressed and he missed dinner with his kid. I got angry so we yelled, but other than that, never. He apologized and I kept working for him.”

“What were your duties?”

“I needed to come to his house at 3, took care of Jake, played with him, and helped him with some activities they left him at day care. I made them dinner. I left by 7 or 8 tops. Monday to Thursday and the weekends were off. Later I also started to cook lunch for them.”

“Excellent! So, do you live with the Barbers?”

“I do now. I wasn’t when he first hired me. I came and went as my shift ended.”

“What change?”

“I had some personal issues and they took me in. It was very nice of them to help me when I needed the most.”

“What happened?”

“I broke up with my then boyfriend, he attacked me and Andy helped me through the process.”

“Always the gentleman.” Richard turned to see Andy, “Does he still pay you?”

“Yes, of course. I take care of Jake and the house. I cook and I clean.”

“What is your relationship now with Mr. Barber?”

“He is my boss.” She looked at Andy who gave her a small nod, “And I’m his girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? I hardly think that could be considered a pure love relationship since he is paying you to be with him.” Annie opened his mouth not believing this guy.

“Objection! Your honor!” Lynn said.

“Hey!” Andy was stood by now, “What’s your problem?!”

“Mr. Anderson! That was way out of line!” Judge Choi said.

“I’m not a whore!” Annie was fuming now. “Andy hired me to be Jake’s nanny! I needed the job because I am a student who needs to pay for things! And then we fell in love! How is that any close to what you are implying? YOU ASS!”

“Miss Johnson!” Judge Choi said, “Calm down.”

“He started!”

“Very well, I apologize for whatever you all think I was implying.” Richard said with a mocking tone. Annie could not believe the nerve on this guy. “Do you know Mr. Barber’s dad is in prison?”

“Yes, of course.”

“How do you know that?”

“He told me.”

“Why?”

“Well, I don’t know if you are married or not, but in a relationship is important not to have secrets. He knows about my background and I know about his. His dad is in jail for raping and murdering a girl. They have no relationship.”

“Are you afraid of Mr. Barber?”

“Pff why? Look at him! He is a cute soft giant bear! He is one of the nicest men I’ve ever met, after my dad and my brother. Oh and he is sexy too!”

“Miss Johnson.” Judge Choi said. “Just answer what they ask.”

“Sorry. I’m not lying though.” You heard Andy Laughed a bit and saw Lynn elbowed him to stop.

“Is it true you attacked my client?”

“Mmmmm,” She made a thoughtful face, now she was certainly mocking him, “Nop.”

“No? You know lying in court is a felony, right? You seem like a smart girl.”

“Fine! She showed up at our house…”

“But is not your house, is Andy’s.”

“Can I continue, or are you going to keep interrupting me?”

“Go on.”

“As I was saying, she showed up at our house trying to look for Jake. She tried to walk into the house, and I avoided her to do so because it is my job to take care of him.”

“But why, she is his mother after all.”

“Some mother! She left Jake when he was a baby! And by the way, do you know she hasn’t give any money to Andy to take care of Jake?” Richard was taken aback when Annie said that. “If she left then why she never gave Andy any money to take care of her kid? That’s what happens when people get divorce right?” Richard just looked at her. “Right?!”

“Right.” Richardson said.

“That woman has no right over Jake. She has no right to come here 3 years later, just because she feels guilty, or for whatever reason she wants him back. Jake doesn’t know her, and she doesn’t need him, if she did, she would have done this right after she left them! And I can assure you neither Andy nor Jake need her. She did them a favor!” She sneezed after she finished.

“I believe Miss Johnson needs to go get change. No more questions your honor. Thank you, miss.”

“Thank you, Miss Johnson, you are dismissed.” Judge Choi said. “We will continue this tomorrow.”

Annie walked to Lynn and Andy, and he rapidly reached for her enveloping her with his warm suit jacket.

“Come here,” Andy hugged her and rubbed his hands in her back.

“Did I do well?”

“You were perfect.” He gave her a kiss on the nose and she sneezed again. “Come on, honey. Let’s go home. You need a warm bath.”

Laurie stared at Andy and Annie, in all the time they were together he never looked at her the way he was looking at Annie now.

Once at home, Annie went to take a hot shower and changed her clothes. When she came down the stairs she saw Lynn sitting at the dinner table surrounded by papers.

“Where is Andy?”

“He went to pick up Jake.”

“I’m making some tea, you want some?”

“Sure, thanks!”

Annie walked to the kitchen and put the pot in the stove.

“Can I ask you how did you know Laurie wasn’t giving Andy money?”

“A friend of mine has divorced parents and he mentioned that the other day. Andy never talks about money."

“He never wanted to ask Laurie for money, he was too proud to do it. You know him.”

“I just assumed she didn’t pay for anything because Andy once told me she resigned to her parent rights. I don’t know, probably shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, actually it was good. That way the judge could see Laurie hasn’t been part of Jake’s life in any sense.”

Annie walked holding the two mugs and sat in front of Lynn.

“What happened the day Laurie left?”

“Andy hasn’t told you?”

“I think he told me what he wanted me to know.”

“I just know she left. Andy showed up in my house that night. He had been working for the county for over a year maybe. I never expect him to be in my house crying asking for help, he doesn’t have the type.” Annie giggled knowing very well what she meant, “I advised him to talk to her, to try to fix her marriage, and he did, but apparently Laurie had different plans.” Lynn took a sip of her tea, “Then she send a letter saying she didn’t want to be involved in their lives and even thought I told Andy he could sue her for leaving them and not giving child support, he never went for it. I think that deep down he thought Laurie was going to come to her senses and come back, but she never did.”

“Well, that worked for me, He is mine now.” Lynn laughed, “Do you think you could win?”

“I’m not sure anymore and I hate saying that.”

[grooviestsadpapaya]

you probably know this already but just in case, reblogs dont show up in tags, so your full linebeck drawing wont appear on tags when someone searches linebeck but your wip will appear. So a lot of people might miss the big linebeck drawing.

i said linebeck too many times it lost meaning, anyways yeah sorry if it was on purpose or u already knew FKJDSKLFJDSL

Oh it’s okay, lol. I do appreciate the concern <3 I’m not AS concerned with individual posts as I am with the full lineup (which, I will be updating and reblogging as I go so ehhh kinda the same thing. I’ll post the FULL full thing individually, and probably way later in the comic to avoid spoilers lmao) I uhh. I did not know this about tumblr tho so THANK YOU kind anonymous

[carissimipaixao]

─ i. FAMILIAR

[ sixth entry of the thirty themes challenge ]

published on: january 10, 2023

pairing: okabe rintarou & reader

summary: being about as lucky as a black cat, you are able to sign up for an internship, landing in tokyo denki university.

word count: 1.2k

soundtrack: as the world caves in (matt maltese)

entries: i. | ii.

note: this will be a multiple-chapters fanfic, and each entry will be numbered accordingly on the top of the story. if you are reading this from a reblog, don’t forget to check the original at my blog, due to broken or missing links!

second note: link to the masterpost!

third note??: small changes, but definitely changed the pov!

There is something fascinating about the way the snow falls upon the streets of Tokyo. It lands softly on the ground, not unlike a butterfly’s kiss, and it covers the busy streets in an angelic whiteness that strikes your heart with a sense of nostalgia and longing. It reminds you of childish wonder, curiously enough. Though, as much as you would love to lose yourself in Tokyo, as much as you would enjoy getting to know more of its culture and people, you have to firmly remind yourself why you are here in the first place.

It had been joyful news when you received two lone letters, inside the otherwise empty mailbox — a letter announcing the final results of the internship program you had signed up for, and another, from the university she wished to temporarily study at. In fact, upon receiving the results, you had barely given it any thought, rushing to pack your bags and daydreaming about the moment you would set your feet inside that plane and fly across the globe. Back home, your teachers had always mentioned — in the highest of regards — the university’s long partnership with Tokyo Denki University, and it seemed obvious, from the start, why they would be so proud of that relationship. After all, Tokyo Denki is one of the biggest universities there is when it comes to engineering and biology courses.

However, despite your excitement, you should have known better ━ things never went your way. And, it had become glaringly apparent once more when you began your first day at school by waking up much later than you had initially expected and by, consequently, arriving ungracefully late to class. You had missed the train you were meant to catch and had to wait for the next one, while the thought of walking over twenty minutes loomed over your head. When you finally arrive at the University, with a very long and profoundly ashamed apology planned out — and recited — in the back of your mind, you proceed to nearly enter the wrong classroom, just a few moments before something in your mind clicked, telling you that hey, maybe, you should check your schedule, just in case.

A good start, as always.

But, this is not entirely your fault, right? You try to reason with yourself.

You’re only a foreigner in an unknown country, by yourself and with no one else to look after you. No Mommy or Daddy to pack your lunch and remind you of which bus or which train you have to pick and at what time. You are aware that you should have studied the schedules in advance, but having focused solely on unpacking your bags and trying to live through the jet lag had been stronger than you. Additionally, you know you ought to talk to someone, preferably someone from your own class, so that you can learn more about the public transportation that is available to your liking, as well as the University itself.

However, a much bigger part of you is against that idea.

Making friends — as embarrassing as it is to admit — has never been your strongest point. You have always been in your own corner, away from everyone, fearing what they would think of you. But, now? With the threat of being scolded right in your first day at the Japanese university (as you have seen your own professors do before)?

I already know I’ll be known as this girl who always arrives late, who is irresponsible, who━

Lost in your thoughts, as you rounds the corner, you collide into something—

No, someone.

Your eyes fall immediately on your belongings, scattered across the floor. You huffs lightly, but murmurs a quick apology as you kneel to grab everything as fast as you can. ‘I’m so sorry.’ Why, oh why, am I so clumsy, again? The man mirrors your movements, an apology coming out of his lips as he, too, begins to gather the papers and the manual that had fallen. You spare a glance around the ground, looking at the papers you have already gathered in your hands, and you finally watch in increasing anxiety as the stranger takes hold of the last papers.

All of your personal information, including your new schedule and internship declaration, are in those papers; it’d be best if they were not lost. It is not really necessary to carry all that documentation around, but you prefer to. Prevention is better than cure, after all (especially when one’s biography is filled with incidents that could have been avoided if you would have just listened to that proverb).

The stranger in front of you exhales a sigh, lining up the papers in his hands so that they are neatly organized. Both of you stand up in a nearly comedic synchronicity, reaching for your fallen books as you do, and your eyes meet. His breath catches in his throat, as whatever words he has planned to utter refuse to come out. His eyes widen and, just as his body appears to freeze, you feel your own tense. Suddenly, that feeling — your insecurities — begin to surface, your head ringing once again. You feel like an outlander, out of place, and you remind yourself that you are only a foreigner — simply and forevermore an outsider. You have always played that part, anyway.

You spare a quick glance at the clock in the wall, ignoring how your fingers twitch, beat by beat, and turn to the man, avoiding his gaze altogether. As if not wishing to alert a tiny, vulnerable animal, you reach for the papers in his hands. You force a polite smile — perhaps the equivalent of a dog’s, attempting to mimic its master — and bow your head.

‘Thank you. Now, if you’ll excuse me.’ Not wasting any second, you walk around him, continuing on your journey to the classroom. Your pace is slower than before, and you take deep breaths to calm down your heart, to shut away the fears and insecurities that had creeped in your brain and taken over. The classroom is near, you tell yourself and mentally prepare yourself for whatever punishment the professor decides to give you for your lateness, as well as for the curious and amused — outsider, outsider — stares of your new colleagues.

Yet, you can’t brush off the uncomfortable feeling that is crawling up your skin — a sensation left behind by the widened stare of that stranger. Something about it pulls on your heart’s strings. You saw a storm of emotions in them, in just those short seconds. Fright, surprise, confusion, chaos unleashed. It was perplexing, but you decide not to pay it any mind.

Hopefully, you think to yourself, we won’t see each other ever again. And then, I can sleep peacefully at night.

Much to your dismay, however, the sight of a red book on top of your desk promises otherwise. The written name on the very first page of the engineering manual seems to be laughing at you, mockingly, because, after all, the Universe has an unique and twisted sense of humor. By either fate or just plain bad luck, you know you will be seeing Okabe Rintaro again.

[everythingsinred]

hi!! haven’t picked up tumblr in ages.. but compelled to because i reread gakuen alice (again) and stumbled upon your blog for the first time despite having been such a huuuuge fan of your ffn fics in like 2016!! 😭😭 somehow i feel so CONNECTED ?? to you because i don’t know anyone else irl who even knows of gakuen alice and it’s also my favorite media consumed ever !!

anyway i just felt the need to share this quote i read way back because for the past few days the thought of this series and natsume and mikan have had my heart aching — it goes “if you’ll have me til we’re older, i’ll be fighting for that kind of world”.. just wow . it brings me to tears actually even without the thought of natsume and mikan but WITH the thought of them?? it’s just so them coded.. just wanted to share the heartache!

hello!!!

its so strange to think there's people who remember the fics i wrote back then! they will always have a special place in my heart, even though i've come a long way since then. i appreciate that u were a fan. knowing that my work meant something to someone is a really powerful feeling <3 i still write fics but i'd like to think they're a bit better now?

pour one out for the people who read the best manga of all time and never got over it but have to deal with it being consistently underrated and nobody taking the recommendation seriously (...pour one out for us in other words...). it's a pretty intensely tragic situation ;-; i always feel connection with ga fans. we're in this together!

in any case it makes sense you didn't follow me circa 2016 for a couple reasons. 1. because i had another blog in 2016 that i had to replace later bc tumblr staff refused to help me with a technical issue and 2. because i used to not talk abt ga on here very much beyond reblogging other people's posts due to my anxiety. i didnt think anybody cared very much what i had to say on the subject but over time, as i experienced other fandoms i decided to just start posting my thoughts during the pandemic, which is how i got here, with my blog being one of the first recommended when you enter the gakuen alice tag. honestly when it comes to ga, if you werent following me in 2016 u werent rly missing anything. :)

as for the quote: it IS very much them coded. the idea that one person's goodness and idealism can make another (a traumatized child) feel like the world is worth saving, actually, despite all the ways its failed him, is a very beautiful one. i think it's a powerful thought to imagine that the world is worth fighting for and love can bring that to the fore in a unique way <3

[the-iron-shoulder]

Felt the need to reblog a bunch of Ragnarok Online shit last night and now I just kind of have feels about RO

It’s a genuinely bad game. Poorly balanced. Grind to win. Ill-defined goals. Fucked up economy. Story weak even by early MMO standards. And yet…

Well, it was my first MMO, and so I have nostalgia goggles for it. For being in high school and actually playing online with my friends, which was a rarity in those days. The art is really charming. The music is hit-and-miss, but the hits definitely zap me back in time to the early 2000s, mostly in a good way.

I played on so many different pirate servers over the years. Each one different but also fundamentally the same.

At times in my life when my adhd is worst, like “can’t get meds and/or the meds aren’t working,” I’ve returned to it as kind of a whole-brain mindless stim. “I want to play RO” is, for me, a legitimate warning sign that my mental health ain’t where I want it to be.

Even when it was new/current/not “medicinal” for me, I had more fun thinking about it than playing it. Making character builds was fascinating; grinding for days to turn those builds into a reality was not fascinating. But then you play on a server with drastically increased XP rates and you don’t have to grind much at all… but then you realize that there’s nothing to do with the characters in that case. The build is the game, but then there’s nowhere to go with it. It’s just bad design, but it’s nonetheless something kind of special to me.

God. I remember at least one server where the monsters would have little things they’d say, but they were usually poorly translated and/or misspelled, and it was hilarious. The Minotaur yelling “I’ll crash you flat with my hammar!” will live with me until I die. I say that shit all the time and it’s been like fifteen years, probably more.

Heh, I remember that when I started, there were only the 2-1 jobs. The 2-2 jobs like sage and alchemist came later, let alone the ascended jobs like the paladin or whatever the hell third jobs came after that (what was it, like, merchant/blacksmith/mastersmith/mechanic or something, whatever that progression was), and so like each new generation had to have more elaborate sprites, but the heads stayed exactly the same because that was your customizable part with the hair and the hat and stuff, so you had these little cartoon heads that looked fine with your first or second job but that looked completely ridiculous sitting on the body of a Rune Knight on their fuckin dragon or a Mechanic in their mech armor or whatever, it was hilarious… I recall someone on some forum commenting on this and just saying “we are ugly potatoes :(“

No grand conclusion, no punchline, no moral, just disjointed feelings about a game that I’ve sacrificed hundreds of hours to and that I feel a confused tenderness for but that I don’t actually enjoy

[juletheghoul]

Let Me Follow (Part 5)

AN: I’ll be honest besties, this was a hard chapter to write. I had it planned out—I have the whole fic planned out—but for some reason it was so hard to get it down. I am so attached to this Joel and I hope you enjoy reading. As always- a big thank you to my girl @wheresarizona for being insanely supportive and for helping me flesh out this story. You’re a REAL one, dedicated to you, and to @babiiface95 because this Joel as as close to your heart as it is to mine. ♥️♥️

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Pairing: Joel x F!Reader

Word Count: 6K 😅

Warnings: (18+ NO MINORS) angst, language, age-gap (about 10-11 years, legal, reader is of age), Yearning, post-apocalyptic world, piv sex (wrap it up!), new character, violence (joel goes ham) some soft stuff and maybe a smooch? 👀

Let me know if I missed anything!

reblogs are appreciated

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The sun found Joel with his perpetual scowl and he sighed louder than he meant to. The guilt and shame had been a hound at his heels the whole night and for once in what seemed like an eternity, he had forgotten about the state of the world–at least momentarily anyway. 

She’d grown tired of the crumbs he’d been giving her and he couldn’t blame her, who would want whatever it is they’d had? 

You don’t deserve it. You don’t deserve her.

The thoughts kicked him in the teeth, inadequacy blanketing him once more, an old friend. She stirred, sitting up from her place on the couch and wordlessly she began gathering her things and silently he did the same. Ellie came out of the little room a few minutes later, the sun having woken everyone at the same time. 

“You hungry?” Sunny smiled at Ellie, her voice low as she pulled out one of the last protein bars and split it - popping a third of it into her own mouth before handing another to Ellie, her smile gone by the time she dropped the last piece into Joel's outstretched hand. 

He couldn’t do anything but nod in thanks and ignore the hurt.

—

His sighs had filled the space of the little cabin and it shamed you to welcome them, maybe he did feel something after all, in any case though it meant nothing unless he did something about it. Something more. 

The camaraderie between you and Ellie was still there, but after being caught unawares it was now subdued and furtive, something quiet and until you reached somewhere completely safe - if there even was such a place - it would have to remain that way. 

You spoke in low whispers, she asked questions about Johnny which you answered, about how things were in the before - questions a little more difficult to answer but you did so just the same. All of it under the watchful eye of Joel who brought up the rear. The sweat on your brow foretold a particularly hot day in store and you were wiping it when the sound stopped the three of you in your tracks. A pained groan from your left and within a second Joel was in front of you, covering the two of you with his gun pointed at the source of the noise. 

“What the fuck was that? A clicker?” Ellie’s words were quiet beside you. 

“Didn’t sound like one.” You answered, straining your ears for a clue as to what was coming your way, your heart racing at the thought of being ambushed. 

“Is someone there? I’m not armed.” A man's voice sounded through the trees and it did even less to calm your nerves. “Please - I’m hurt-” Whoever it was, they sounded rough. 

“We should see if they’re okay-” Ellie was walking towards the sound but Joel held onto her backpack. 

“No Ellie, could be a trap.” His words grit through clenched teeth and you couldn’t help but agree with him. Still, it was hard not to wonder if someone really was in trouble. 

“Please - I swear I mean no harm-” The words were cut off by a pained groan and something in the way the man spoke felt genuine. You walked towards the sound. 

“I’ll go.” You didn’t wait for a response and ignored the way Joel called out to you - instead you spoke calmly so the person could hear you. “I am armed, and if you make one wrong move you’re dead.” The knife you carried was now held tightly in your grip - the familiar shape of Joel was now behind you, his angry whispers of this is a bad idea falling on your deaf ears as you approached. 

Creeping vines of doubt curled around the lump in your throat as you got closer but were quickly quelled at the sight that greeted you. It was a man, younger than Joel, possibly younger than you half covered in dirt and breathing hard from his place on the ground. You put your knife away and made to step closer but Joel's hand stopped you.

“You bit?” He growled the words out, scanning the surrounding trees for any signs of an ambush. 

“No, I think I- I think I broke my arm though.” His arm was pressed close to his chest, an angry purple bruise wrapped around it and you knew he was right. “There’s a gang about three or four miles west of here, they robbed me of my supplies and almost killed me but I managed to slip away, I fell running downhill though and hit a tree stump. That was a day ago and I can barely move it now.” He seemed out of breath - his clothes torn and shredded, no doubt from the bramble. 

“Here, I think I have something for you.” You crouched down near him something to eat from your ever dwindling resources and he practically ate it out of your hands. “I think I might have some pain medicine- you’re in luck, here.” You fished a couple of the precious pills out of the bottle you carried in your pack and he swallowed them dry. Tears in his eyes as he graciously took all that was offered.

“What’s your name? Can you walk?” Ellie was beside you now, doing her best to help. 

“My name is Luke - If you give me a few minutes to catch my breath and let me follow along, I’ll crawl if I have to.” His voice seemed stronger now, his chapped lips set in a firm line, determined. 

You could see the look in Joel’s eyes, the trepidation, the annoyance and mistrust. 

“As long as you don't give me a reason not to trust you.” You inspected his arm gingerly as he sat up from his place in the dirt. “This looks nasty, I think it's out of place, needs to be reset or it’ll heal wrong and that might be the end of any use from it.” He sighed at your words, recognition in his eyes. He’d been thinking the same thing.

“Look, if we let you follow, you have to know that one wrong move- and I won't hesitate.” Joel's voice was iron, the threat in his words clear but his hand rested on the butt of his gun on his hip anyway. “One toe out of line and I drop you Luke. Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal, I’m just trying to survive out here–you won’t regret this I swear.” His eyes were bright and there was something in his voice that carried the weight of sincerity. 

“I believe you. Now about your arm, I think I can help you. I reset my brother's broken leg once- this shouldn’t be too different but I won't sugarcoat it Luke, it's going to hurt like a bitch.” You grabbed a long sleeved shirt from your pack, it would have to serve as a sling. He worried at his lip for a moment before setting his jaw. 

“Do it.” He breathed hard, wordlessly taking the stick Ellie offered and put it into his mouth. 

“Try not to scream, could draw whoever- whatever is out there straight to us.” Joel spoke with a resigned anger, another threat clear in his tone.

Scream, and we’ll leave you here.

Luke nodded once, a sharp intake of breath as you dug your fingers into the bruised skin of his arm to find the break before shoving it back into place and to his credit, he never uttered so much as a peep.

-

How Sunny had survived this long, Joel would never truly understand. It churned over and over in his mind as he followed the three of them, doing his best to protect them all while bringing up the rear of their seemingly, ever-growing party. It was difficult to say if the scowl would ever leave Joel’s face, he’d thought it might–when he was touching her, and when he was inside her it abated for a while at least, but it always came back. 

Luke’s face–although covered in dirt–had been sporting a bright smile since the moment after she’d reset his arm, despite the pain he was surely in and somehow that made Joel’s hackles rise even further. 

The worst part was the difference in Sunny, the way she spoke to Luke- the smiles she gave him freely, smiles that evaporated when she looked at him. What he received could only be described as cold courtesy. 

The bare minimum. 

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that she’d be angry with him, that she might even be done with him and although she’d be well within her rights to tell him exactly where to go, it still stung. It called to mind the morning after his first time with Tess, how she’d acted completely indifferent. How he’d tried to kiss her, but she’d pushed him away, looked at him like he was insane. 

Sound familiar?

This was different, it was just easier this way. Without all the horrible shit that came with it.

You sure? 

He sighed quietly as he followed them. Shook away the ugly truth that constantly nipped at his heels, that in this, he had turned into Tess. He had morphed into the one that pushed, because he’d promised himself that he’d never have to deal with that pain again. Better to push, than to be pushed. 

A noise sounded, a deep rumble far enough away that they wouldn’t walk straight into it, but too close for Joels comfort. 

“We should head in the opposite direction. I think those are the same scavengers who tried to kill me.” It was hard to fake that kind of pallor, the fear, the blood draining from his face–even Joel could admit that. 

“Were there a lot of them?” Sunny’s eyes narrowed, the cogs whirring in a way that spelled trouble.

“Handful, five for sure, more than that I couldn’t say.” He almost stumbled over a root, his good arm shooting up to hold onto Sunny’s shoulder. Joel ignored the cold dark cloud that bloomed in his chest. 

“Did they have a lot of weapons?” She offered her arm, helping him through the bramble. 

“I saw a shotgun, a couple of smaller guns as well as your run of the mill baseball bats.” he winced at the mention, no doubt reliving his escape. 

“Shouldn’t be too hard to ambush them then.” She said it more to herself than to the rest of them. 

“No.” His voice came out deeper than he meant it to and they all turned in unison. “Not a chance.” Her expression changed from concentration, to annoyance. 

“Why? They have no idea we’re here, we could sneak up on them and be gone by the time they realize they’d been hit–”

“No. We cannot say for sure how many of them there are and we don’t exactly have an army with us.” He gestured to Luke’s injury, and spoke over the beginnings of Ellie’s protests. “I will not risk you by goin’ into this blind.” He raised his eyebrows at them, curtailing any further discussion. 

“Joel, that sound was a vehicle and you know it. We need it in order to get to where we’re going in one piece.” Sunny dug in her heels, crossing her arms as she spoke to him. “If you want to stake it out for an hour or two we could do that but you know we need this.” She didn’t back away from his glare, her voice steady and for a moment he couldn’t help but admire her. 

“I might not be able to help, but I can keep a lookout.” Luke’s voice was strong, determined.

“I can too.” Ellie crossed her arms as well, the three of them waiting for his response.

“Maybe y’all didn’t hear me-“ He shifted his weight, his hand resting on his hip. “I said no, and I meant no.” Ellie sighed, but Sunny narrowed her eyes in a way he didn’t entirely like. “Now let’s hustle, I want to find a place to hold up for the night and see if we can scavenge for some food.” 

He moved to lead, straining his ears for any unwelcome company, trusting that they’d follow.

—-—-—-—-—-—-

Days passed, and the air only seemed to be more tense as steps turned into miles and miles.

Luke struggled, the adrenaline of having been found and given a second chance had worn off almost instantly and it was clear that this trip was agony, but he didn’t let it stop him. He was determined and you couldn’t help but admire him for it. He was a sweet guy, funny despite the state of the world. He greeted every day with a smile for all of you, even Joel and you suspected it was half his nature and half gratitude at not having been left behind to die in a ditch. 

The trees had thinned as your party moved as quietly as possible, dense brush and bramble opening up to bigger stretches of clear field, broken down structures; forgotten suburbs. You’d camped in whatever place you could find, an uneasy routine flourishing between the four of you. 

Things with Joel had not improved. If anything, they were worse. His gaze lingered, his eyes cold and whatever rapport had been previously established had now completely evaporated. You could bet your life it had to do with Luke, with his easy smiles and his enthusiasm to help despite not being able to do much but stoke a fire with his good arm. You felt it like a current, something in the air that tasted of jealousy, of insecurity and rejection. It was stronger at night, when the woods or the house or the abandoned building–wherever you hunkered down was quiet. 

You could feel it tonight. They were asleep and it was your turn to watch for the night—his not so sleeping form just feet away. 

It hurt the most at this time, when all you wanted to do was crawl into the space beside him, feel his warmth seeping into your bones–He turned then and you turned your head. Anger and embarrassment burning up the column of your neck at being caught staring.

“You should sleep. I can take over.” His voice was soft, the drawl more pronounced. 

“I’m fine.” You ignored the jackhammering of your heart as he stood and made his way over to your vantage point, pointedly looking at anything but his towering form beside you. 

“You’re dead on your feet, go on, scoot.” He held his hand out for the gun, gesturing to the place he’d just vacated. You gave in, handing him the weapon before claiming his abandoned spot, ignoring the way you could still feel his warmth. 

-

 “I’m fucking starving.” Ellie was cranky, in truth everyone was cranky. The food supply had dwindled a couple of days ago and it resulted in a very steep dip in already dampened spirits. Your own stomach had grumbled angrily the whole day, it would only get worse now as evening came. 

“I would kill for a piece of bread right now.” Luke mused, his words dreamy. 

“Me too. We should see if we can catch a rabbit or something. I wonder if there’s anything growing around here we could forage.” Joel was walking out of the place he’d chosen for shelter, his face serious as always. “Why don’t you guys get settled, I’ll take a look in the woods nearby.” Joel frowned. 

“We should stick together.” He grumbled, gesturing for everyone to come inside. 

“I’ll go with her. Come on.” Ellie turned, following you towards the woods. “The two of you fell into step while Joel protested. “Relax Joel, we’ll be back in a few.” 

You could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head as you weaved through the trees.

-

“Is this anything?” She pointed at a patch of green on the ground, her voice annoyed.

“Nope–just a weed.” You were scoping out the fallen trees for a recognizable mushroom without luck, any berry bush you’d found had been thoroughly picked through by animals but you didn’t give up, there had to be something. “A-ha! Okay here we go, careful they’re pretty sharp. These are wild chestnuts, we have to find a rock or something to break the sharp part to grab the fruit inside.” You found a rock and showed her how to break apart the dangerous outside part, kicking it aside to collect the treasure inside. “We’ll need to roast them, but this is a really great find!” 

The two of you continued to collect, grabbing as many as you could find to bring back to camp. Once satisfied, you continued to look around, hoping to find more to eat. Ellie called you over and the smile stretched further. 

“Wild strawberries - these are wonderful too.” You tasted one and almost moaned. “Very sweet, try one.” She ate it with a big smile before picking as many as she could find. The two of you laughing softly with the delirium of hunger when a noise sounded somewhere deep in the woods. 

The smiles dropped like stones, both of you still as statues, ears straining to make out what the sound was. It was familiar, too familiar. 

“I think it’s a car-” She whispered, her eyes big.

“I think so too, maybe it’s those same scavengers, making their way around the area.” The sound of the engine got closer and you knew they had to be just beyond the dense coppe of trees you were currently foraging in. “I think we should take a quick look–see what they have.” You finished picking all of the berries you could find - tying them up in a spare shirt from your pack. “Or better yet - you go back and give this to Joel and Luke, and I’ll check it out.” 

“Fuck that, I’m going with you.” She squared her shoulders, ready to challenge my protests. 

“Fine, but keep quiet, just going to assess.” She nodded, happy that she hadn’t been shut down.

You both walked towards the sound of the noise as carefully and quietly as possible and sooner than you would have liked - you came across a clearing, and a treasure trove. 

“They have a car!” Ellie whispered excitedly, the two of you crouched down behind a large tree. 

“Yes they do, and it looks like there are only a couple of them.” The two of you watched for a time. There were three men, all of them older and armed. All of them emitting an intense aura of violence. 

Three isn’t so many, not if I’m quick and quiet. 

Your mind desperately searched for some sort of pattern to exploit. A crack you could slip through. 

“We should get Joel.” She frowned, seeing the obstacle instead of how disorganized they were. “Luke could keep watch-” She was nervous.

“Luke can barely carry himself, and Joel isn’t going to want to take the risk-” You kept an eye on the scene before you both, they’d left the car behind and seemed to be walking away from the shelter. No doubt conserving the gas. “Stay here. I’m going to sneak in now while they’re gone and take a quick look around, hopefully they left the keys and I can steal them for later.” You rose to go but her hand caught your sleeve. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, I think we should go get Joel, just in case.” her brow was creased, worry on her face and you shushed her with a smile. 

“We both know what Joel will say, trust me.” You pulled her close for a quick reassuring hug, “Keep watch for me!” With that, you ran. 

The coast was clear as you approached what looked to be half shed, half mobile home and as you moved to peek through a boarded up window your stomach roiled to realize that you hadn’t even been sure there was no one inside before you ran over. The thought of stealing a vehicle overriding the basic survival rules that had kept you alive until now. Luckily, there was no one inside that you could see. 

You ran over to the car, hurriedly pulling on the handle to the drivers side and you couldn’t help the loud sigh of relief at finding it unlocked. The exclamation of triumph was on the tip of your tongue when you heard voices rounding the corner of the dirt road the men had taken. They’d come back early. 

Shit.

There was no way you’d make it back to Ellie in time without being seen and you couldn’t risk these men following you to where Joel and Luke were staying so without a second thought, you crawled under the car, and waited. 

-

He’d checked every inch of the house they’d found, gone through every drawer and hidden cranny for something to eat and had come up with a big fat pile of fuck-all. Now more than ever, he hoped Sunny had scrounged up something. The headache was creeping in, almost blurring the edges of his vision. He was rubbing at his temples when Ellie burst in through the door. 

“She’s stuck!” She was frantic, her eyes wild and it filled him with a horrible sinking feeling. 

“Ellie!” He grabbed her by the shoulders, “Breathe, what’s wrong?” Luke came up behind him, whatever she would say next, he knew it wouldn’t be good.

“We went out to forage, found some stuff-” He saw the gathered cloth filled with something hanging by her sides then. “And we heard something so we went to check it out–she told me she’d be quick.” A boulder dropped into Joel’s stomach. “They’d left and I told her we should come get you but she said she’d be quick and now she’s stuck!” 

“Stuck where Ellie? Who are they? How many?” Luke asked the questions Joel needed answered and she shook her head, frustrated and scared. 

“There were three of them! Three big fucking guys beyond the woods, they had a car but they came back quick and she hid under the car, we have to go get her!” She was frantic, he stood quickly, gathering his gun and a piece of wood he could use like a baseball bat. 

“In the same direction you walked off to? How far?” He was almost to the door when she followed him. “You’re staying here and I don’t want to hear a single word about it. Just point me where to go.” She followed him out the door, pointing towards the woods. “Luke–watch her.” He pointed to Ellie, ignoring her protests. 

“You got it.” Luke set his jaw, guiding Ellie softly inside. “Come on, we should wait inside and not make so much noise, don’t want to attract–” He didn’t stay around to listen to them, his headache was replaced with a horrible buzzing, pure adrenaline and rage flowing through his veins at the thought that he might find her wounded or worse. 

He reached the clearing within a few minutes, ignoring the pounding in his ears; ignoring the way his stomach sank and the bone-deep fear that nipped at his heels with every step. 

He saw them then, two of them going through her bag while one of them held her with her hands behind her back, a gun to her head. He didn’t think, he just reacted. Running out from the clearing headfirst and catching them unawares he was able to shoot the two rifling through her pack before they even knew what hit them. 

“Stop! Put the fucking gun down. NOW!” He heard her sharp intake of breath, saw her eyes widen in surprise and something else he couldn’t focus on right now, not with the rage burning through him like a wildfire. “I swear to god I’ll fucking shoot her.” She winced when he pressed the barrel to her temple. Joel didn’t back away, instead he narrowed his eyes, wondering if he could squeeze off a shot before he hurt her. 

“Joel-” His name in her mouth earned her a crack across the back of the head and he all but growled at the man. She caught his eye, gesturing almost imperceptibly to her feet and then she stomped on his foot hard. Hard enough to wriggle away and fall to the ground. Joel didn’t waste a second - he shot the man but hit his chest instead of the clean headshot he’d wanted. 

She was scrambling, running towards him. 

“Let’s go Joel–if there are any infected they’ll have heard the shots.” She was running over to him but he barreled over her, this man couldn’t be left alive. He stalked over to where he sputtered in the dirt, his fist squeezed tight as he landed blow after blow into his face. The anger, the fear bubbling in his throat; the scared yet defiant look on her face flashing in his mind as the man's bones crunched under his fists. 

“Joel–” She pulled him up, the effort of pulling him away immense if her voice was anything to go by. “He’s dead Joely, come–we have to move, those shots will draw whatever and whoever is nearby.” She pulled him away, pulled him away from the mess at his feet. Pulled him towards her scattered things, towards the car.

-

He was deathly quiet as you drove down a dirt road in the general direction of the shelter you’d chosen, the air charged with a strange, intense static. You were leaning into the steering wheel, going slow and steady with your eyes darting all around–acutely aware that a flat tire could be the difference between a handful of hours until you reached your destination, versus the weeks it would take on foot. The difference between life and death with the amount of food and water you didn’t have screaming through the constant ache of hunger. 

He flexed his hands, the movement as clear as it could be in your periphery–already his knuckles were turning purple. It must have been excruciating. 

Ellie and Luke were outside before you’d even stopped the car. The relief on her face at seeing you was enough to make you tear up. She was halfway in when Joel got out and ran into the shelter, no doubt making sure nothing was left behind. 

“Jesus fucking Christ am I glad to see you!” You laughed, reaching back to hold onto her hand quickly before she helped Luke get into the backseat. 

“Everything okay? We heard the shots.” Lukes face was pale, unspoken worry clear in the way his lips were bitten raw, in his shell shocked expression. If you hadn’t come back, he would have had to take care of Ellie on his own. “I cannot believe you got the car.” His big brown eyes were wide, shock momentarily giving way to awe at being inside a vehicle for the first time in god knows how long. 

“We’re okay, with this–and a bit more luck we should reach Jackson in a couple of days.” You smiled at them both, reassuring them that you were okay, pointedly ignoring the ache from where the gun barrel had struck you. 

Joel ran out of the house, his bag in his lap when he threw himself into the car and with that, you were back on the road. 

-

Hours passed and the overgrown country road had stretched out before you, the trees hung low where they were encroached on the unused roads. Nature was reclaiming itself, erasing the fingerprint humans had left behind. The blow to the back of your head had turned into a painful goose egg you tried your hardest to ignore. 

Luke and Ellie had fallen asleep, lulled by the rocking of the car and the promise of momentary safety, their soft snores had filled the tense space between Joel and you, it had been the only soundtrack until you’d eventually found an old empty farmhouse to spend the night.

It wasn’t much, but it was dry and the doors closed. It was more than you could have asked for. 

You followed him towards the back of the house, towards an ancient, dark, dusty looking den.  A small room filled with windows that let in the moonlight. Found him lying on an old musty quilt on the floor.

“Joel?” it was a whisper, a guilty sounding croak–his anger at the huge risk you’d taken filling up the space like thick smoke. You ignored the way your stomach roiled and closed the door behind you. “Joel, can we talk? I want to apologize, and to thank you for coming to help me.” 

There was a loud sigh, that he didn’t immediately tell you to leave was as good a sign as any. 

“Joely–” You got down to his level behind him and he turned to face you and you almost flinched, expecting the rage and the anger and the scowl to end all scowls but his expression was so much worse. The moon shined on his face and there was a raw hurt there that was like a punch to the gut. 

“I told you not to.” He didn’t sound angry, he sounded tired. “I told you the risk was too big, Sunny.” His nickname for you was a lump in your throat.

“I know, I’m sorry.” It was all you could say.

“I know I’m not the easiest to be around, I know I’m a hardass but I–we need you around. Ellie needs you around. You make the trip easier for her. Do you have any idea how scared I was that something had happened to you?” Your heart raced, was this finally it? 

“You were scared?” It wasn’t what you should have focused on but you couldn’t help but cling to the hope swelling in your chest. 

“Of course I was, I–” He stopped, his eyes closing tight and you held your breath as he let out one of his. “Please, please promise me you won’t do that again.” He reached over, slowly taking your hand into his, the warmth of it like a balm. 

“I promise.” You scooted closer to him, unwilling to let him go and he said nothing, his response was to pull you close, and wrap himself around your back. His big arm draped over your middle, pulling you tight to his chest. 

The pounding in your head quieted with his soft breath on your neck. The pounding of your heart though, that ramped up, especially when his lips pressed against the side of your neck. Despite your earlier resolve you shifted to give him more access, it spurred him on and within a moment his hand was sliding under all the layers. The skin of his palm smoothing its way up the soft skin of your belly, tentative at first but more confident as it slipped under the band of your bra to hold onto your breast, to feel the weight of it. 

Your nipple pebbled in his palm almost painfully making him groan deep and the sound made you drip; your cunt achingly empty. Your hand wound up and around to reach for his hair, the arousal flowing at the feeling of his hardening cock against the curve of your ass. 

“Can I?” He whispered into the crook of your neck, his hands moving down toward the waistband of your pants—with the nod of your head he was up, kneeling and pulling you into the position he wanted, ass up into his lap. 

His hands were frantic, they all but ripped your layers down to your knees, separating from your body only to free himself and once he did you felt the wet tip of him where he slid it through the lips of your sex. You pressed back, barely containing your own eagerness to have him fill you again. A shared groan hung in the air as he slid inside, the layers of clothing at your knees keeps your legs closed, making him feel so much bigger. 

His thrusts were brutal, each rough snap of his hips knocked the air out of your lungs, a network of fire spreading through your veins, burning you within but it wasn't enough. For you, or for him. 

The heavy hands on your hips moved and all of a sudden your face was no longer buried in the musty quilt, he’d brought you up towards him, only stopping to roughly pull up your shirt and bra, moaning when he had both breasts in his hands. Everything in you screamed to turn your head and beg for his mouth, beg for him to give you his tongue as freely as he gave you his cock but you held back. He snapped his hips again, moving an arm to form an iron band around your middle, his face now pressed into the crook of your neck as his thrusts got faster, wetter. 

His breath fanned across your skin, raising goosebumps in its wake, his grunts and moans pulling wave after wave of arousal out of you to drip around his battering cock. 

“Don’t leave me Sunny.” It came out almost like a whine, and it almost broke your heart.

“I won’t–” He reached down to rub tight circles around your clit, pulling a moan out between the words. “God, right there.” All you could do was hold onto his forearms and accept the way he railed into you. 

“Please, please stay, fuck.” He let out a sharp breath when he felt it, when he felt you come around him, the force of your orgasm squeezing him so tight he could barely move. 

“Oh fuck–” You moaned the words, the euphoria flooding your veins, both quenching the fire and feeding it as you all but floated away. 

He took a sharp breath, swearing under his breath before he bent you over and pulled out in a panic, you felt the hot spurt of his come on the puffy lips of your sex. Felt the bruising grip of his hand on the meat of your ass as he painted you in himself. 

You both caught your breath for a minute before you felt him wiping you clean, heard righting his clothes before helping you right your own and before you could do anything but take deep, steadying breaths he was pulling you onto his chest. 

“I’m sorry Joely.” You breathed him in greedily, ignoring how much you needed this, and how much it would hurt if he pushed you away in the morning. 

“I know you are. Sleep now.” He turned, and curled himself around you and despite the bone-deep urge to stay up and bask in his arms, the darkness won and swallowed you whole. 

—

The pain in the back of your head woke you, pulling you out of the peaceful, dreamless sleep cruelly. The layers you’d shed in your sleep were neatly folded beside you, he was already dressed, his scowl back in place. 

You dressed in silence, dreading how he’d act in the light of day, without the cover of night to hide the little bit of softness he’d offered last night. 

“Ellie and Luke are still sleeping, we need to find something to eat soon.” He spoke almost coldly, barely looking up from his things. 

Your heart squeezed at the thought that you'd fallen for it again. 

Is this just how it is with him? Toe-curling sex at night and an unfriendly grump during the day?

You sighed big, willing yourself to reach over to him and when he flinched your heart sank. 

“Is it just sex? Is that all you want from me?” It hurt too much to be angry. 

“Sunny I–” His eyes widened, shame plastered on his face, weaving through his words. 

“I don’t understand! How can you beg me not to leave and then push me away?” You pulled your boots on, the shame and embarrassment making your lip tremble. “I can’t do this Joel, I can only take so much.” Your eyes betrayed you, rogue tears slipping down without your permission. 

“Listen-” He grabbed your hand when you turned to leave, making you turn back around to face him. 

“Listen to what? The reasons you don’t want any part of me except what’s between my legs?” He sighed, his expression almost hurt.

What the fuck do YOU have to be hurt about???

“Sunny, wait–” He held firm, looking into your eyes but it was too much. 

“I can’t Joel, I can’t do the back and forth, you cannot understand how much it hurts–” He surged forward, shocking you into silence when he pressed his mouth to yours. Your eyes widened in surprise before your brain caught up with your mouth, melting into his embrace and accepting the kiss you’d been waiting what felt like aeons for. 

His hands moved from your arms, to wrap around your waist, pressing you oh so close. His lips were soft, moving against yours, coaxing your mouth open to press his sweet tongue against yours. He pulled a whimper out of you, an invisible force brought your arms up to wrap around his neck. Your heart fluttering wildly, a bird within the cage of your ribs.

His kiss was devastating. 

He pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours. 

“I am not good at this Sunny, you’re gonna have to be patient with me.” His thumb wiped away the tears that adorned your cheeks. “Can you do that for me?” You nodded, dumbstruck and giddy and confused and happy and a whole mess of other emotions filling up every inch of space inside you. “Don’t give up on me, okay?” He pressed his lips to yours again, the tickle of his stubble making you smile into the kiss. 

“I won’t.” 

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