#so is brad's but we didn't get to see much of his house. they should make out.

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jeff's house is canonically gray walls undecorated etc lol

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i know who you are | 9. the end

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Chapter Summary: Joel leaves overnight for a scouting mission. When he returns, you finally confess your feelings for him.

Chapter Warnings: language, amnesia, slow burn, dry humping, some dead bodies 'n stuff, fluff, feelings, smut (18+ MDNI), piv unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), soft!joel, guns?

WC: 9.1K

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A/N: Two things. One: I don't have the slightest clue how memory loss works and if what I am about to detail in this chapter is even plausible but if television has taught me anything, nothing is impossible only extremely rare. Two: this is the final chapter and it makes me very sad. I wish I could have thought of more storylines to drag this out but at the end of the day, I feel good about how it all came together and I can't thank quite literally hundreds of you enough for reading this each week. It's kind of insane. So, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! Also, if anyone wants to toss some one-shot/sequel ideas my way, I am all ears. Much love.

Two Weeks Later

"Joel," you whispered, your head tilted back into the couch cushion while his mouth greedily nipped and sucked at your neck. His hips were grinding lightly against your center and you knew if you didn't stop soon, you would be in trouble. "I think we should slow down."

"Mhmm," he mumbled in agreement, reluctantly pulling his hand from underneath your shirt.

"You're lucky it's still cold enough for me to wear a scarf," you murmured into his hair. He sighed against your neck, finally dragging his mouth away and sat up on the couch while yet another movie went unwatched on the TV.

"Can't seem to get enough of you," he said with a grin, his arm stretching over the back of the sofa. You rolled your eyes dramatically but smiled, pushing yourself up and fixing your shirt before looking at the TV. "Brad Pitt's in this?"

Joel tossed his head back and laughed heartily. "Think he's the main character," he told you, and you scowled at him but he could tell you weren't actually angry.

"Well maybe if you didn't distract me every time we try to watch a damn movie, I would know that."

The past two weeks had been downright perfect. Joel couldn't be any happier. Now that things had changed between you, he craved your touch constantly. Part of him wondered if it was his way of trying to make up for lost time because you weren't wrong: he couldn't keep his hands off you. He had no desire to leave the house or see anybody. All he wanted was to stay holed up with you doing absolutely everything and nothing. He shuddered to think how crazy he would become when you were finally ready to take things further. Tommy will have to drag him by the collar from your bed for his patrol shifts.

"What are you thinking about?" you asked him, leaning into his side and tucking your legs underneath you, only half listening to the movie.

"Patrol," he answered while the tips of his ears burned red from embarrassment, like you caught him doing something he shouldn't be doing. He was perfectly fine waiting as long as it took until you were ready, but it didn't stop him from fantasizing about it. And the fact that he already knew what you felt like, what you sounded like, what made you come undone, worked him up even more.

"How are you feeling about getting back out there?" you asked, tipping your head up to look at him. He didn't seem worried but it was hard to tell sometimes.

"Actually, there was somethin' I wanted to talk to you 'bout," he admitted. "And if you don't want me to do it, I won't. I put you through enough shit as it is-"

"Spit it out, Miller," you said, shifting out from under his arm.

"Now that the snow's melted, I wanna take a couple guys and scout the area for any trace of those raiders," he began, watching your face closely. "I won't go far, but..."

"But?" you pressed, raising an eyebrow.

"But I would be gone overnight. Just one night," he assured you quickly when he saw your face.

"Wouldn't the others have already noticed anything out of the ordinary on patrol?" you asked as anxiety began to squeeze your throat. "I don't understand why you need to go out there."

"'Cause I only trust myself to make sure we're safe," he explained. "If somethin' happened to anyone 'cause I led these assholes to our doorstep, I'd never forgive myself. D'you understand?"

You chewed on your lip and glanced down at your lap as you weighed your options. On one hand, you understood where he was coming from. And if no one else on patrol or guard had yet to see or find anything strange, then Joel would most likely not find anything, either. But on the other hand, just simply leaving Jackson was a risk. And even if Joel didn't find any other raiders, he wouldn't mean he would be safe from whoever or whatever else was out there.

Joel pinched your chin and gently tugged your lip from between your teeth, making you snap out of it.

"Can I go with you?"

Joel's face softened. "No, baby. You don't even remember how to shoot a gun. I can't risk it."

Of course, he was right. "Who would you take?"

He smiled and dropped his hand. "Tommy. Neil. George. Couple others offered, too, but I'm not sure how many we wanna bring. Don't wanna stick out like a sore thumb with ten horses out in the middle of the woods."

You relaxed a bit knowing he would be going with some of Jackson's most seasoned patrolmen.

"Okay," you agreed softly. His face lit up and he leaned forward.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you sighed, looking over at the TV as the credits began to roll. He hooked a finger under your chin and dragged your eyes back onto him.

"Thank you," he whispered before pressing his lips firmly against yours, trying with all his might to pour every ounce of affection and adoration he had for you into the kiss. You giggled against his mouth as he tried to push you onto your back once again, but you playfully shoved his shoulder before breaking the kiss and scooting away.

"We told Ellie we'd meet her and Dina for dinner, remember?"

He groaned as if he were in physical pain and reached out for you but you quickly stood up, wagging a finger at him. He gazed up at you from the couch with his brown eyes all wide and gentle.

"I mean it, thank you. I don't know what I did to deserve you."

You blushed and bit your lip as you slowly walked backwards towards the stairs. "You can make it up to me one day."

Joel's gaze darkened and he dug his fingers into the couch cushion. "Just say the word, baby. Anytime. Anywhere."

You laughed and turned towards the steps. "Come on, we should get ready for dinner."

"In a minute," he said as you disappeared upstairs. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to will his raging hard on away before standing up and following you.

You inhaled deeply, your body heavy with sleep as you struggled to focus on Joel's voice.

"Sweetheart, I'm leavin'."

With a groan, you rolled over and reached out for him blindly, your eyes still not fully adjusted to the beam of light shining in from the hallway.

He smiled and grabbed your hands, wrapping them around his neck. He felt your fingers dig into the back of his neck and shoulders as you feebly attempted to pull him towards you.

You asked him to wake you up before he left for his scouting mission, so he did as you requested but you were so warm and soft and supple under his touch that he was finding it impossible to leave.

Maybe you planned it that way.

"I'll be back late tomorrow. I love you," he whispered, pressing a kiss against your temple, taking an extra moment to savor it. When he pulled away, your fingers tightened around his neck and you lifted your chin, kissing him with an urgency he hadn't expected from your half-awake state.

"Come home to me, Joel," you mumbled, your eyes squinting at him through the darkness. He pulled an arm from around his neck and brought your knuckles to his lips.

"Promise."

It was so hard to leave but he kept reminding himself he was doing it to keep you safe. Regardless of what Tommy thought, something in his gut told him they hadn't seen the last of those raiders. He brought them into the mountains, and he was determined to be the one to finish it.

"I'm still surprised she let you do this," Tommy said a few hours into their travels. George was leading the group while he and Tommy brought up the rear. The forest was silent, save for the birds just beginning to wake in the branches above. After a long, painful winter, it was a relief to hear the first signs of spring.

"What'dya mean let me?" Joel scoffed, but when he locked eyes with Tommy, who was giving him a look that said he saw right through his bullshit, Joel grinned. "Yeah, alright, it took a little work but she understood."

Tommy nodded and went back to paying attention to their surroundings. They were officially in unguarded territory, the nearest patrol route now miles behind them. The trees had yet to fully bloom so it was still rather easy to see through the woods.

"I think you really freaked her out when you left," Tommy said, "she came runnin' to the house that mornin' in a panic. Thought she wouldn't let you leave her sight again after that."

Joel hummed and turned his head so his brother wouldn't see his smile. He didn't want to worry you, but every time he heard something like that, it reminded him how much you cared, even if you couldn't say it just yet.

"So, you two back to normal now or what?" Tommy pried. Joel shot him a look and he shrugged. "We got a long journey here. We can't talk to pass the time?"

"Yeah, mostly back to normal," Joel finally answered, shifting his weight in his saddle. He could already feel his lower back beginning to flare up. "Takin' things slow. Givin' her as much time as she needs."

Tommy nodded, reading between the lines. "Didn't look that slow the other night after dinner," he muttered under his breath, but Joel still heard him.

"She had a couple drinks, is all," he replied with a chuckle. He scratched his chin as he thought back to a few nights prior when you had draped your arms around his shoulders and your face buried against his neck for the better part of thirty minutes. It was late, all of the families had cleared out after dinner, leaving behind the adults to kick back and cut loose a bit. It reminded Joel of a time before the world went to hell. When he and Tommy would go to a bar on a Friday night, the smell of stale beer and cigarettes in the air while the patrons had to shout over a mediocre cover band playing Lynyrd Skynyrd. It was the first time in a long time he felt relaxed and at ease. He watched his brother and wife across the bar steal kisses around conversations with neighbors, grateful for a night out as Ellie had offered to babysit. He had you at his side, sipping whiskey and making a face before you switched to something else.

As the night dragged on, you got a little closer. Then your hand found his knee under the table and you tilted your head into his shoulder, quietly listening to him discuss the plan for the trip with George. He wrapped an arm around your waist but his focus was entirely on George, too concerned with the map he had spread out over the wooden table. George's wife finally came to collect him, telling him she was tired and he was too old to be trying to keep up with the younger men, shot for shot. She wasn't wrong by the way he stood up and stumbled a bit, leading him towards the door, leaving just the two of you at your table. Once you were alone, your arms snaked around his neck and you tugged him to your lips, your tongue greedily licking into his mouth, the heavy taste of whiskey and gin on your combined breath.

"You sure it was just the drinks? You don't think it had anythin' to do with Angie sittin' two tables over?"

Joel's face flushed and he cleared his throat. It shouldn't turn him on but he couldn't help it. He liked it when you were possessive over him.

"Didn't think it wise to ask," was all he said. Tommy chuckled.

The group made decent time. They had a grid in mind and they almost reached their desired destination by sundown. When morning came, the plan was they would make their way back towards Jackson and cover the northeast quadrant of the map.

As they set up camp for the night, deciding to forego a fire since the temperature was comfortable and they didn't want to risk giving away their location, Neil commented that they hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary so far.

"Not that I mind coming out here, Joel," he followed up quickly, "always a good idea to take precautions and all that."

Joel nodded and focused on spreading out his sleeping bag. "I appreciate you all comin'. Not sure if I say it enough, but I'm grateful."

Neil and George exchanged surprised looks at the unexpected appreciation.

They got an early start the next morning, and as the sun rose higher in the sky and more ground was covered, Joel began to wonder if maybe they would make it back to Jackson sooner than he thought. He really hoped they would. Even if it was just one day, he missed you. He hated sleeping without you. He hated waking up and not finding you curled up against him with your head resting on his chest or his arms wrapped about your waist, face buried against the back of your neck.

He was glancing around the forest, wondering what you were doing right at that very moment when he spotted something orange in the distance. His heart rate picked up and he whistled, catching the group's attention. He pointed through the trees and they all silently slid down from their horses. Checking their weapons, they fanned out and slowly made their way towards the scrap of fabric. As they got closer, Joel could see it was a knit cap stuck in a bush, fluttering in the wind. None of the men saw any other signs of life, each of them silently communicating with hand signals they were taught years ago.

Tommy heard shuffling and he held up his hand, bringing the group to an immediate stop. From his angle, Joel could see that the bush with the knit cap was right outside the opening of a small cave. The way the trees had grown around the rocks, it was impossible to notice it from a distance.

The perfect hiding spot.

He exchanged worried looks with Tommy before they crept closer, his rifle gripped tightly in both hands, ready for anything. The shuffling got louder and clearer and it became apparent that the noise was coming from right within the mouth of the cave. Catching Tommy's eye, he made sure to show him he was putting his rifle away in favor of his hunting knife. He always preferred a silent takedown over wasting ammunition, but just in case it went sideways, Tommy would be ready to cover him.

Joel situated himself next to the mouth of the cave while the other men, spread out amongst the trees, hid and waited. He reached down and grabbed a rock, throwing it about ten feet away to draw out whoever was hiding.

He didn't even need to see it to know what was waiting for him.

When the rock cracked against a tree trunk and he heard the telltale snarl of infected, he tightened his grip on his knife. The runner stumbled out of the cave with a shriek, jaw snapping angrily in the direction of the noise. Joel had run into his fair share of infected over the years. He knew the noise would have drawn the attention of any infected in the immediate vicinity, and when he only spotted one, he almost breathed a sigh of relief.

He took it down silently with a blade to the back of the head, then inspected the body. It looked fresh, the clothes mostly intact. The rest of the men joined him as they peered inside the cave, listening intently for any movement. When they heard none, they began to advance.

The cave wasn't very big but it was enough to house ten men. At least, that's the number of bodies they found, not a single trace of life left.

"Well, shit," Tommy muttered, kicking one of the mangled bodies with his boot. "Guess that hunch of yours was right."

It didn't exactly please Joel to know he was right, but at least it was the best possible scenario. The men were taken out by infected probably within the past week. He counted the bodies five times. Then recounted the backpacks and sleeping bags. Ten seemed to be the correct number. No one was missing, assuming the runner he had just killed was the only raider who had the misfortune of turning instead of dying right away.

They scavenged what they could from the dead bodies before trekking back to the horses.

"Keep your heads up. Don't mean there ain't anythin' else out here," Joel warned.

"The warmer weather must've thawed out some infected," Tommy mused next to him. Joel nodded.

"Probably should warn the others to keep their guard up the next few weeks," he replied. "Maybe add an extra body to the towers if we can."

Tommy nodded in agreement. The winters in the mountains were harsh but at least they saw a decrease in the undead.

"Now let's get the hell home," George said over his shoulder, the rest of the men mumbling in agreement. Joel ducked his chin to his chest to hide his relieved smile. Home.

To say you were happy to see him return was an understatement. It was closer to ten at night when you finally heard his heavy footsteps on the front porch.

"Told'ya I'd come back," he chuckled when you wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him tight.

"I know," you mumbled into his shirt. His heart swelled in his chest and he closed his eyes, breathing deep the smell of your shampoo. You both had a lot of work to do, essentially starting over and building a relationship from the ground up, but it was moments like those that made him believe everything was going to work out.

"Are you hungry?"

"Nah, just need a shower," he said, dropping his pack by the door and kicking off his boots.

"So I take it you didn't find anything?" you asked, trailing up the stairs behind him. He walked into your bedroom to grab a fresh set of boxers and sweatpants.

"Actually, we did," he began, and your heart plummeted. He saw the look on your face and quickly shook his head. "They were dead by the time we got there. 'Bout ten of 'em holed up in a cave. Infected got to 'em first."

"Oh, wow," you breathed, slowly sinking down onto the bed. "Well, at least you have peace of mind now, right?"

"Exactly," he said, giving you a quick kiss before heading into the bathroom. "Be out in a minute."

You heard the water turn on and you glanced over at the red flannel of Joel's that you slept in the night before. Even though it was clean, it still smelled like him. You glanced at the closed bathroom door and bit your lip, your heart fluttering in your chest as you thought things over. The morning he left, you wished you had told him but you were too sleepy and you wanted it to be more meaningful. Then, when you woke up and his side of the bed was ice cold, you felt the dread begin to creep up your spine. What if something happened and you never told him how you felt?

Well, nothing happened. He was home now. Safe and sound. There was no reason not to tell him.

You heard the water turn off and you jumped up to grab his flannel and scurried out of the bedroom, across the hall to the other bathroom, shutting the door.

Joel emerged a few minutes later with his wet hair slicked back wearing just a pair of sweatpants, per usual. He tossed his dirty clothes in the laundry basket and looked around. He noticed the closed door across the hall and assumed you were getting ready for bed so he slid between the sheets with a groan. He closed his eyes and took a moment to appreciate the mattress underneath him instead of the unforgiving forest floor before leaning over to grab his glasses and a book.

When you tiptoed back into the bedroom wearing only his flannel, he didn't notice at first. His focus was on the small print in front of him, blinking a few times and wondering if he needed stronger lenses when you cleared your throat. He glanced up and did a double take, his lips parting in shock when he saw his red flannel hugging your curves, the hem falling just below your ass.

You looked up at him and feigned surprise. "Oh, is this okay? I was cold-"

"Yes," he swallowed, immediately cutting you off, "it's okay."

You smiled and made a show of bending over to fix the sheets. Again, he swallowed tightly when he caught a glimpse of your black underwear and he felt his cock twitch. Before you turned around he made sure to be focused back on his book, although he was most definitely not absorbing any of the words on the page.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw you peel back the sheets and with a sigh, you tucked yourself in. You glanced over at him, admiring his strong side profile and the way his glasses perched on the tip of his nose.

"I missed you," you whispered, and he dragged his eyes from his book to look at you.

"I missed you, too."

You caught the way his eyes flicked down to your chest where you purposely left two buttons undone so you exposed a little bit of cleavage.

"What are you reading?" you asked, and he laughed through his nose.

"I've got no fuckin' idea."

In a flash, his book was discarded and you were in his lap, your mouth hungrily devouring his as he carefully removed his glasses and tossed them to the side. He wrapped both arms around you and held you close to his bare chest, his tongue licking past your teeth eagerly.

"You look so fuckin' good in my clothes," he growled, sounding as if it pained him before biting at your jaw.

"I wore your shirts the whole time you were gone," you admitted, rolling your head back and grinding down on his hips. You bit your lip when you felt how hard he was already. "Almost the whole week. I slept in your bed and-"

"Fuck," Joel groaned, grabbing your face with both hands and feverishly plunged his tongue into your mouth. You moaned and grabbed his shoulders, the intensity behind the kiss growing too hot. You could feel yourself tumbling, free-falling into the abyss with the unspoken words sitting heavy on your tongue, hoping Joel would be there to catch you.

"Wait," you gasped, pulling away, but only a little. Your forehead still rested against his as you both panted for air.

"I know, I'm sorry-" he was about to apologize for taking things too far when you cut him off.

"Do you remember all those months ago when I asked how I fell in love with you?"

Joel nodded. "Yeah."

"Do you remember what you said?"

He tilted his head back, lips parted as he gazed up at you, wondering why you were asking him those questions in that moment.

"Yeah," he replied slowly, "I said you're gonna have to wait to find out."

You bit your lip and with a shaky hand, you traced one of the wrinkles next to his eyes. "Well, I found out."

His chest stilled, breath caught in his throat as he processed your words. His eyes roamed over your face, hoping and praying he wasn't misunderstanding. When you saw him nervously swallow, you smiled.

"I love you, Joel."

His eyebrows pinched together and before you could see the tears welling up in his eyes, he pulled you down for another searing kiss. This time, he went slower. He savored every second, he memorized everything he possibly could about that moment because the way you made him feel hearing those words was unlike anything he ever experienced and he didn't want to take a single second for granted.

"I love you, too," he choked. He could feel you smile against his lips when he pressed his mouth against yours again. "Fuck, I love you so much," he mumbled, his hands falling to your hips, "I'd do anythin' for you."

Your mouth latched onto his throat and you dropped your hand between your bodies, your fingers lightly stroking him through his pants. And once again, you felt his muscles stiffen and freeze.

For a moment, the self-doubt crept in. What if he didn't want to? Was he too tired? Was he not ready? Then his hand covered your wrist and you watched as he slowly dragged your hand up and down, showing you what he liked. Encouraging you to continue. So you did.

His head tipped back against the headboard with a sigh and he squeezed his eyes shut, removing his hand and letting you take control. He wanted - no, needed - you to call the shots. You needed to take it as far as you wanted to take it.

When your fingers dipped below his waistband, he tensed.

When he finally felt your soft touch on his cock, he groaned.

It was better than he even remembered. His eyes were still closed as you worked him up and down, the arousal pooling between your legs the longer you spent just feeling him and not seeing him.

"I want you," you whispered in his ear, and his hips jolted as he whined against your shoulder. You wanted him.

When he opened his eyes, he looked absolutely wrecked. You could see that he was trying his best to hold back, trying his best to make sure you were comfortable, that you weren't feeling pressured, that you really wanted it.

But when you sweetly whispered please, Joel, he didn't hesitate. He flipped you onto your back and pulled hastily at the buttons of his flannel while he cemented his mouth against yours. Your hands drifted to his hair and back, pulling and scratching as you went while he finally flung open the shirt. He instantly latched his lips around your nipple, making you moan and arch your back underneath him.

"So beautiful," he mumbled against your chest. "Tell me again."

You smiled and peered down at him. "I love you."

He breathed a sigh of relief, his exhale fanning over your skin, making your nipples tighten. His rough hands slid down your stomach, thick fingers splayed wide, trying to touch as much of you as possible at once.

You could hear your heartbeat thrumming steadily in your ears when he dipped his fingers below the elastic of your underwear, a deafening sound that made it hard to focus but when he slid a finger slowly through your arousal, your senses suddenly sharpened. The house could have been on fire but you never would have known because all you could focus on was him.

He dragged his open mouth across your chest, teeth grazing over your collarbone, tongue flicking out and tasting you as he went. His lips puckered and sucked at your skin as he pet gently at your entrance, making you squirm with need and tug impatiently at his hair. When he pulled his hand out of your underwear, you made a frustrated little noise that made him smile. He popped his finger into his mouth and you watched, struggling to breathe, as his eyes fluttered closed and he moaned like he had just slipped into a warm bath after a hard day.

"God, I missed that," he whispered, and the look on his face made you actually believe him.

"Joel..." you breathed, plucking feebly at the waistband of his sweatpants.

"Lemme just make you come on my mouth first," and before you could respond, he was shimmying down between your legs and tugging off your panties. When you glanced down and saw how good it looked with his head between your legs, you relaxed and leaned back. How could you argue with that view?

"Oh," you sighed when his tongue first slid through your folds. You tipped your head back and closed your eyes, allowing your muscles to melt under his touch. His hands held your thighs open but he didn't need to bother. There was no possible way you would do anything to stop him. Not when he felt so good, taking his time and expertly lavishing your core with his tongue. And perhaps he was an expert. At least when it came to you, he had five years of experience to fall back on. He surely must have figured out what you liked in all that time.

Your breath was growing ragged and you could feel the heat creeping up your chest. He pressed the backs of your thighs, pushing your knees up towards your chest so he could devour every inch of you, eating messily at your cunt. You pulled your knees back and hooked your hands around each one, your thighs becoming too shaky to hold open with your own strength.

It was a combination of his lips wrapping around your clit and the deep groan that rumbled through his chest that made you come undone the first time. Instant relief flashed through your body and you released your knees, letting your legs fall limply onto the quilt while he eagerly cleaned you up with his tongue.

When he sensed it was too much, he began peppering kisses along your inner thighs, murmuring praise into your skin as he went. You opened your eyes and peered down at him, your breath getting caught in your throat at the sight. His mouth and beard were glistening with your slick, his own eyes remained shut as he mindlessly nipped and kissed your skin, but even from your angle you could see him rutting his hips into the mattress, looking for any amount of friction to relieve the ache.

You reached your arms out to him and he inched up but stopped at your stomach. He sighed and rested the side of his head against your belly, listening to your breath evening out as he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around your waist. It took you by surprise that he wasn't immediately jumping at the chance to chase his own release when it was clear just a moment before he was dying for it. You glanced down at him and smiled when you saw the look on his face, simply content with just holding and being close to you. Carding your fingers through his curls, you heard him hum before pressing a gentle kiss against your stomach.

It might have been that moment when you realized he was right. What you had was special and rare. You could feel it in your bones, the way a look or touch sent a jolt right through you. The way you felt drawn to him, even from the very first day of your accident, you could sense something in him. You had no idea at the time what it was, but you were beginning to understand now.

"Joel?" you whispered, worried he might have somehow fallen asleep. Then you felt it. The first hot teardrop hit your skin and your heart clenched. "C'mere," you said, tugging at his shoulders. Begrudgingly, he obeyed. And after his arms loosened and he unpeeled his wet face from your belly, you saw the anguish in his eyes. All watery and wide and guilt-ridden.

"I don't deserve you," he said softly, his voice breaking a bit as you cupped his jaw. "Never did and definitely don't now. Not after everything I've done. Don't deserve your forgiveness, let alone your love."

You shushed him and pressed your lips tenderly against his, your thumb wiping away his tears as they fell.

"Don't tell me who I can and cannot love," you said, taking his chin in your hand and giving it a firm shake, like you were punishing him. He chuckled thickly through the tears.

You pulled him down by the back of his neck and kissed him slower, your tongue just barely dipping into his mouth. He groaned when you began to plant wet kisses along his jaw and you noticed with pride that his chest was rising and falling faster than usual while his hips ground into yours.

"Love you s'much," he almost sounded drunk, the feel of your mouth over his skin clouding his mind and mushing his words together.

"Yeah?" you asked before sucking a bruise where his jaw met his throat. "Then show me."

Joel kicked off his sweatpants and boxers with a grunt but when you went to remove his flannel from around your shoulders, he stopped you.

"Leave it on."

Your cheeks flared with heat at the way he looked at you and all you could do was nod and bite your lip.

It felt like time stood still when you first felt him enter you. Like nothing else in the world mattered outside of those four walls. He held your gaze and your fingers dug into his back, each of you savoring the stretch with your mouths hung open, the only sound was the occasional sharp little breath or gasp from one or both of you.

You could see it in his face again and you had a feeling you mirrored his look. It was too intense. Too overwhelming. So much had happened that led up to that moment: all the fear, sadness, laughter, arguments, long talks and shared traumas came crashing down at once. A tear slid down your cheek right when his hips came flush with yours and he leaned down to kiss it away.

"You okay?"

You nodded and wiped another tear away with the back of your hand.

"It's just a lot, y'know?" you sniffled, hoping he understood. And he did.

His eyes glistened and he smiled, his fingers brushing away a few stray pieces of hair from your face. "I know. We've come a long way."

"Yeah," you whispered, blinking back more tears. Your fingertips traced his bottom lip, your eyes flickering around his face, taking in every little crease and dimple. "Kiss me."

He did as you asked, kissing you slow and deep, matching pace with his hips. Your fingers dug into his arms, holding onto him, keeping him close. His hand pushed his flannel back, exposing one of your shoulders while your head tilted back into the pillows, momentarily breaking away for air. You moaned softly when he began to grind his hips against you, providing your clit with some much needed stimulation while he dragged his mouth down the column of your throat and across your collarbone. When he sunk his teeth gently into your shoulder, he felt you clench around him and gasp.

How's that feel?

Do that again.

Tell me you love me.

I love you.

Those sweet, desperate whispers were shared, breathed into each other's mouths, every word dragged out, every touch deliberate and slow. Neither of you in the mood to rush a thing as your fingers tightly laced together next to your head.

His other hand skirted around your back and under his shirt, palm pressing against your spine, pulling you closer to him, if it was even possible. He flexed his hips and you groaned when the tip of his cock hit a spot that had your entire body buzzing.

"Right there," you whimpered into his neck, brows pinched together and stomach tightening as you concentrated on the fire being stoked deep within you. Every one of his powerful thrusts was adding fuel to the flames. Your skin was slick with sweat and you began to regret keeping his flannel on.

"I know, baby. I remember," he whispered, tightening his grip on you. "Fuck, y'feel so good, I can't-"

"Don't stop! Please, Joel, more," you begged, tears welling up and spilling down your cheeks the closer and closer he pushed you to the edge. Your thighs tensed around his waist and his lips kissed the tears away and when you came, crying his name into his skin, he soothed you. He told you how much he loved you, how much he missed being so close to you, reminded you he was right there, that he had you and everything was okay.

Moments later, you felt his body tremble and his hips stutter. In a haze, you loosened your legs from around his waist. His lips captured yours frantically, fast puffs of exhale fanning over your cheek as he got more and more lost in chasing his climax. Your shaking fingers reached up to get tangled in his hair, ensuring his mouth remained firmly planted against your lips, muffling his groans and garbled versions of your name and I love yous, swallowing everything down until he yanked his hips away, spilling himself all over your stomach.

You both broke the kiss and looked down between your bodies, watching as each weak thrust painted your skin with more and more of his release until he finally stilled and shuddered.

After he finally forced himself to stand, he cleaned you up and slipped back into bed, one of his legs sticking out from underneath the covers, still slightly panting for air. You curled into his side, his arm wrapped around you, pulling you snug against him, his nose getting buried in your hair as you listened to each other's breaths even out. You quietly told him about a wound you stitched up at work all by yourself the day before and he told you how proud he was of you. You listened to him tell you a little more about his trip, how relieved he felt now that he confirmed with his own eyes Jackson was safe. At least, for the time being.

The last thing you remembered was him telling you how much he hated sleeping on the ground and how much he missed you while his knuckles soothingly dragged over your stomach but all you could think about was the warm glow that radiated from your skin and the delicious soreness between your legs as you drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, you heard birds singing outside your window. You smiled before you even opened your eyes. Spring was coming. You always loved spring. Something about it made you hopeful and calm, and that morning was no exception.

You awoke still wrapped in his arms and his flannel, your cheek pressed against his bare chest, one of your legs slotted between his, enjoying the peace and quiet the morning brought.

"I thought you died," you admitted quietly once he woke, your fingertips tracing over the scar above his hip. "When you didn't come back that day, I was so worried. So scared my last words to you were something cruel and hurtful."

He hummed and said, "Oh darlin', I'm so sorry," then kissed the top of your head.

"Don't be. In a way, it helped me realize how much I care about you," you replied, lifting your chin from his chest to glance up at him. He always looked way too handsome in the morning. It was hardly fair. "Made me realize I couldn't live without you."

He grinned and rolled his shoulder, stretching out his sore muscles. "Well, if that's all it took, why didn't you say somethin' sooner?"

You giggled and looked back down at his scar, the smile slowly slipping from your face the longer you looked at the pale jagged edges marring his bronzed skin. "God, that day you didn't come back, though," you continued, your brow furrowed as you thought, "I had the worst pit in my stomach. Almost like I knew something was wrong, you know?"

He nodded and closed his eyes, letting you talk, completely at ease listening to your voice.

"It probably didn't help I had woken up that morning from the worst fucking nightmare."

"What nightmare?" he asked sleepily.

You chuckled when you thought about it.

"It's not really funny," you explained, rolling off of him and onto your back, pulling his flannel closed as you moved. "It had started out just like this, actually. It was morning, we were in bed and we were talking... about death?" you said the last part as if it were a question. "I was asking you if you believed in heaven and I told you I was afraid we were going to hell." His eyes snapped open and he quickly rolled his head to look at you, waiting for you to continue. You laughed again and shrugged. "I guess it felt like a premonition or something. Really freaked me out, it felt so real."

"What else?" he asked excitedly, sitting up. You looked up at him and cocked your head to the side.

"What do you mean?"

"What else do you remember? From the nightmare?"

"Oh," you said, pushing yourself up so you were also sitting. You stared at the wall blankly as you thought about it. "You told me we aren't bad people, and even though I told you we had done bad things, I believed you. Then..." you felt your cheeks flush and he sat forward eagerly.

"Then what?" he urged, and when you looked at him again, any trace of playfulness was gone.

"Then... it got a little dirty but I woke up before anything happened. But I do remember you were on top of me and you said-"

"This is heaven right here?" he finished for you, and you looked at him in surprise.

"Yes! How did-"

"That was no nightmare, honey. That happened," he told you, his voice rising. He thought his heart was going to explode, it was racing so fast.

"What?" you whispered, but Joel was already jumping out of bed and tugging on his boxers.

"C'mon, get up! We gotta take you to see Nick!"

"Wait," you said, buttoning up his flannel as he flew around the room, grabbing new clothes for you both. "Joel, this was a month ago, what will going to see Nick do?"

"I-I-I don't know! But we gotta tell him. Maybe there's somethin' we can do if we know you're capable of -"

"Joel, sit down," you said, cutting him off. He froze, having just tugged on a shirt but his jeans were still left unzipped and unbuttoned. You stared at him until he took the few steps towards the bed and sat down on the edge. "I'll talk to Nick next time I'm at work, but I don't want to barge in there and take up his time. You know this is out of his area of expertise."

He looked disappointed but he knew you were right because he finally nodded in agreement and bit the inside of his cheek while he stared at the floor. You put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, drawing his attention back onto you.

"It doesn't matter, anyway," you said softly. "If my memories come back, then they come back. If they don't, they don't. All that matters is this... right?" you asked, inching closer to him and resting a hand on his thigh. He smiled and enveloped your hand in his.

"Yeah, you're right," he said, staring down at your conjoined hands for a moment. "You wanna go get some breakfast? Maybe talk 'bout it a bit more?"

"Sure," you replied, then leaned forward, kissing him tenderly before standing up. "I should probably shower, though. Last night got a little messy," you said, tossing him a wink over your shoulder. He smirked and watched your ass sway back and forth in his fucking clothes as you made your way to the bathroom. You turned around in the doorway, one hand on the knob, the other braced against the frame as you looked at him expectantly from across the room. "Aren't you coming?"

All the blood rushed directly between his legs and just like that, his excitement for you recalling a memory was replaced by a very different kind of excitement.

"Hell, yes," he said, standing up and shucking off his shirt as he followed you into the bathroom. He grabbed your face with both hands and crashed his mouth against yours, kicking the door shut behind him.

Three Months Later

"Can't believe I'm the one teachin' you how to shoot," Joel muttered in disbelief as you walked back from the line of trees where he had hammered a paper target into one of the trunks. "You were always a better shot than me. Almost better than Tommy, and he was in the goddamn Army."

You laughed and shook your head, still finding it difficult to believe that you ever shot a gun before. From what you remember, you were always afraid of guns growing up.

"Maybe I'm a natural, then."

Enough time had passed and the weather had gotten warm enough where you decided it would be beneficial to re-learn how to shoot. You didn't plan on going back to patrol, but in the world you lived in, it was an important skill to have.

You sat down next to Joel on the fallen tree trunk in the middle of a small field about two miles away from Jackson. He picked up each one of his guns and inspected them, making sure they were clean so there wouldn't be much kickback.

"Have any dreams lately?"

You sighed and shook your head. "Just the one about Ellie, and that was over a month ago."

When you woke up one morning from a dream that felt all too real, you shook Joel awake to tell him about it. It was a simple dream, but it felt intense. You had dreamed Ellie sat you and Joel down at the kitchen table, and full of nerves, explained that she was seeing someone. Someone she cared about deeply. You seemed to catch on quicker than Joel because the conversation lead to where Ellie had to point blank explain to him that she was dating another girl. He seemed surprised but not overly shocked, and when he shrugged it off and still maintained that his only concern was her partner treating her right, her face broke out into a huge smile.

After he confirmed it was a memory, you agreed to see Nick. He didn't end up having much insight on what spurred your sudden recollection that day, just as you expected. But much to your surprise, Joel was perfectly calm. In fact, he made a point of thanking Nick and you even saw him smile at the other man.

And it wasn't just Nick you noticed his demeanor changing toward, either. When kids playing in the street bumped into him, he laughed and waved them off. When Jesse proposed to his girlfriend, Joel was one of the first in line to give him a hearty handshake and wished them well.

You weren't sure if his behavior changed because you were so revolted by it in the beginning, or if he was just happier in general, but you didn't complain.

"Alright, so which one d'you think we're gonna use from this distance?" he asked after he showed you his revolver and then his rifle, explaining the difference between each: how they handled, when to use them, when not to use them, and then finally, how to load and unload them.

You gave him a blank look. "The rifle, Joel. I'm not a complete idiot. I've seen movies."

He grinned and holstered his revolver.

"Good girl. Beauty and brains," he said, and you rolled your eyes.

"Don't start."

"What?" he asked innocently.

"Don't start flirting with me. You'll distract me and I want to take this seriously."

"I ain't flirtin' with you."

"Yes, you are!"

He laughed heartily at your frustrated little pout. "Can you blame me? You're so goddamn cute."

"Joel..." you whined, and he held up both hands in defeat before picking up the rifle.

"Alright, alright. Lemme shoot off a few rounds and you watch my form, okay? Watch my shoulders and where my hands go."

"Okay."

You observed him as he took aim at the target, nearly hitting the bullseye but not quite.

"You wanna give it a shot?"

"Pun intended?"

He grinned and held out the rifle, so you grabbed it and sunk down to one knee, resting your elbows on the tree trunk as you tried to imitate his posture.

"Like this?"

"Mhm," he said, "now take a deep breath and squeeze the trigger nice 'n slow."

Doing as you were told, you inhaled and blinked a few times, making sure your vision was clear and your eye was on the prize. Pursing your lips, you slowly exhaled and squeezed the trigger - only to miss hitting the target entirely.

"Shit," you grumbled, sitting back on your heels.

"You got spooked by the kickback," Joel said, "try again, but this time try not to flinch."

You shouldered the rifle and took aim, once again taking a deep breath and focusing on the little yellow circle in the middle of the target. When you fired off your second round, doing your best not to flinch, you clipped the edge of the paper, but you were no where near the center.

"Goddamnit!" you yelled angrily. Joel chuckled and crouched behind you.

"Here. Lemme help you."

He wrapped his arms around yours and pressed his chest against your back, his hands coming to rest on top of yours as he made some minuscule adjustments to your posture.

"Y'gotta be gentle, see?" he whispered in your ear. Your eyelids fluttered but you managed to nod. "Gotta be patient. Don't let her scare you. Think of her as an extension of you. Like another arm."

"Her?" you teased.

He chuckled, his breath puffing against the back of your neck. "Yeah. Her. I'm respectful and careful with all my girls."

"All?" you repeated, leaning into him a bit. "How many are there?"

"Oh, tons," he said, making you giggle. "But if it makes you feel any better, you're my favorite."

"A favorite over a bunch of guns? I'm so flattered."

"Hey, now. Didn't you just say you wanted to take this seriously? C'mon, focus up," and you knew he was right so you straightened up and pressed your eye against the scope once again.

Joel stayed behind you, his hands on your shoulders to help stabilize your upper body as you squeezed off shot after shot. His advice helped a little, you were at least hitting the paper, but you weren't getting anywhere near his shots from earlier. He could see you were growing frustrated so when you ran out of bullets, he took the rifle and told you to take a break while he reloaded.

"It's okay, darlin'. It's gonna take a bit to get used to it."

You sighed and slumped forward on the tree trunk. "Yeah, I guess," you mumbled.

For the next twenty minutes, Joel coached you while you struggled to remember all his advice at once. Keep your shoulders loose. Don't flinch. Follow through. Breathe. When you pulled the last round into the chamber and took aim, you expected it to go like all the others so you stopped worrying about it and just pulled the trigger.

"Holy shit, you did it!" Joel exclaimed excitedly. You hadn't even bothered to look, so you quickly brought the scope back up to your face. When you saw the small little circle burning a hole through the paper, nearly dead center, you squealed and quickly placed the rifle against the tree so you could jump into Joel's arms. He wrapped his arms around your ribs and spun you around while you giggled into his neck.

"Told you," he said with a wide grin after he put you back down. You grabbed his face with both hands and pulled him into you, crashing your lips together, taking him by surprise. He stumbled forward but wrapped a hand around the back of your neck just as you lost your own footing and fell onto the grass, dragging him down with you.

You laughed against his mouth, still peppering kisses all over his face. He braced both arms on either side of you, elbows digging into the warm grass, smile permanently stretching across his cheeks as he soaked up your affection.

When your laughter died down, you pulled away to gaze up at him, your fingers playing with the dark curls at the base of his neck. The sun was shining over the field and onto his tanned skin, making his sparkling brown eyes look like the color of gold. It took your breath away.

"You're so handsome," you whispered in awe, your fingers leaving his hair in favor of stroking the graying stubble dusting his cheeks. He blushed and shook his head, but before he could protest, you spoke again. "I love you so much, Joel. Sometimes it makes me sad to think we probably wouldn't have ever known each other if the world didn't end."

His eyes softened and he gave you a small smile, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "I'll always find you. In every life, in every universe. You've got a piece of me," he tapped your chest lightly, "I don't make the rules."

You laughed and laced your fingers together with his. "Like fate?"

He shrugged. "Call it whatever you want. I already told you, sweetheart. We're meant to be together."

You pulled him down for another kiss, this one more gentle. More loving. More intimate. For the hundredth time, you mentally berated yourself for wasting so much time after your accident when you could have been with him like this, being loved and adored and cherished all along. Instead, you both had been searching endlessly for some version of yourself that you weren't sure you would ever find again. But then you realized if you never did, that was okay. Because you got to fall in love with each other all over again, and how many people get to say that?

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere Jock X F! Bookworm reader pt 2

Graduation

Tw: manipulation, degrading language, possessive behavior, bondage, dubcon, spankings, bribery

A/N: Sorry this took a long time. Finals are coming up next week.

Kofi: Wanna buy me a coffee?

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@azoart

Brad, the jock who took your virginity in a library, has surprisingly been a good boyfriend. He cuddles you every night, gives you all the clothes you can want, and gives you attention every day. Though, you practically live at his house now. Luckily, your parents didn't know a thing since they've been overseas since you started dating him.

"Honey, I can't believe we're graduating tomorrow," He coos, spooning you from behind. "Do you have any plans for afterward?"

He hopes you'll say no. The university should've rejected you, especially with all the money he offered them if they did.

"I am going to start getting ready for college. I got accepted into my dream college! Can you believe it?" You cheer, turning towards him with loving eyes.

"Oh, I sure can," Brad replies, barely hiding the discontent in his voice.

You've been dating him for six months. You knew every little cue and behavior when it came to him. You know when he's upset about something.

"Babe, what's wrong?" You ask, placing your hands on his bare chest.

"It's nothing, sweetie. We should probably get dressed. Graduation is in two hours," Brad replies, getting up from the bed.

As much as he is possessive and obsessive, he could never hurt you. He knew how much you looked forward to going to your dream college. Even though it pains him to let you go to college around all those other drunk, handsy, aggressive frat boys.

"Ok, I call the shower first," You say, getting up and walking into the bathroom.

You turn on the shower and look at your products next to his. You are practically his wife now. In fact, you two even share everything. Although, you would like a bit of personal space from time to time. Luckily, the distance between you and Brad should give you that.

"Babe, mind if I join you?" Brad asks, knocking on the bathroom door.

Of course, he can't stay away from you for long in the morning. He always liked his morning cuddles. Though, most of the time, cuddles turn into something more sexual.

"Come on in, Brad. The water always seems a bit warmer when you're near," You say, opening the shower door.

Brad steps into the shower and goes behind you, arms wrapping your waist. He presses your butt against his crotch and keeps the position. You can feel his dick press against your entrance begging to be let in.

"Brad, can you grab the shower head? I wanna wash my hair for graduation," You tease, bending over to show your pussy more.

Brad's dick jumps excitedly, and you can feel his precum dripping onto your sex.

"S-Sure thing, Y/N!" Brad stutters, taking the shower head down and placing it between your legs.

You stand up as a jolt of pleasure goes through your spine. Brad forces you back down and masturbates as you moan.

"That's right, babe. Let me get you off."

"Brad, I'm close!"

Brad switches the pressure settings, and you go over the edge. You release and practically have to have Brad's arms keep you from falling to the floor. Brad holds both sides of your ass and places his face onto your pussy. He laps up your cum and juices, making you twitch again. You see his dick and wrap your legs around his upper body to keep you in place. He stands up, and that's when you take the opportunity to give him an upside-down blowjob. You wrap your soft lips around his tip and lightly kiss and suck it. Brad's legs buckle a bit, then you decide to play dangerously and put his whole dick in his mouth. Your hands play with his balls, stimulating the boy whose semen you wanted oh so much.

Brad makes you cum again, and you moan, his dick still in your mouth. He cums shortly after, his hot cum shooting into your mouth. You let go of his upper body and dick, letting Brad sink to the tub floor.

"You ok, babe? Was my mouth that good?" You ask, giggling as Brad's eyes begin to become unfocused.

"Yes, yes, it was. That was one of your best blowjobs. I guess playing with my balls made the difference," Brad says, using the shower head to clean you. "We should probably wash ourselves so we don't smell like shower sex at graduation."

"I guess you're right," You say, grabbing a shower gel.

~~~~~

Graduation was an exciting moment. Once you have a diploma, you begin to think about your relationship with Brad.

He's a great guy. He treats me well and knows to pleasure me. But it is very unnerving how Brad gets jealous. My pre-calc teacher still won't look into my eyes anymore. Besides, we're both going to college. Maybe we should break up?

"Y/N? Y/N! You were spacing out on me. I asked if you wanted takeout," Brad says as he unlocks his car.

"Um...takeout's fine. Your choice," You respond, getting inside and taking off your graduation cap.

"What's wrong, honeybun? Feeling hangry?" Brad asks, slipping a hand around your ass.

"It's just that we won't be able to see each other often in college-"

"I know, but we can make this relationship work."

"Brad, we should break up."

Brad slams on the brakes, and you hold onto your seatbelt.

"You want to what?"

Brad's face twisted with anger, his face flushing with blood. You've never seen him like this. He drives the car straight to his house and barely avoids the mailbox.

"Get out," Brad says, parking and unlocking his car.

You shakily unbuckle yourself and step out of the car. Brad grabs your arm and pulls you inside.

"Brad, you're hurting me!" You squeal, trying to remove his hand.

"Shut up, slut!" Brad yells,  throwing you on the couch and locking the front door.

Hearing Brad call you a slut pierced your heart. He completely shattered your feelings.

"You're so stupid sometimes. I thought I made it clear that we'll be together forever. There is no breaking up," Brad growls, walking around the living room. "Looks like I have to show you my feelings again. Take your gown off."

"No. I'm not your little sex doll to use whenever you're horny or frustrated. This relationship isn't good for either of us!" You rebuttal, closing the distance between you and Brad. "I love you, Brad. But I can't take the jealousy around everyone in my life anymore. I need distance. We need distance."

"We need intimacy. We need love. You've been pulling away from me as school started to end. We're both adults. Let's talk or work this through."

Brad wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to his chest.

"I love you, Y/N. Please don't leave me," Brad pleads, hugging you tighter. "You won't slip away from me."

You feel the air slip out of your mouth, and your eyes begin to get tunnel vision. You pass out in Brad's arms.

"I'll love you forever and forever," Brad coos, taking you into his arms.

~~~~~~

When you wake up, you're in front of a table and strapped to a chair. You feel something soft underneath you.

"Brad, where are you?" You groggily ask, lifting your head.

"You're sitting on me, honeybun. I wanted us to be close for dinner. I hope you like the spaghetti and wine!" Brad coos, using his free hand to twirl a fork. "I hope you like the outfit I provided."

You look down and see yourself wearing red lingerie over a see-through robe.

"Now say 'ah'!" Brad commands, putting the fork near your mouth.

You turn your head, but Brad grabs your chin and forces it open. You feel the fork go into your mouth. After nearly choking on the noodles, you cough.

"Brad, I'm sorry. I'm your stupid, attention-seeking, slutty girlfriend! Just please let me go!" You cry, shaking in your restraints.

Brad undoes the restraints, and you fall onto the table when you try to stand up.

"Baby, why would you describe yourself with such vile words?" Brad asks, taking you into his arms.

"That's what I am, right? You said it yourself," You begin to cry as you remember Brad yelling at you.

"Oh baby, what have I done? I didn't mean any of that. I'm the slut. I fucked other girls to get your attention before we started dating. You've done nothing but share the same loyalty I have for you in this relationship," Brad consoles, letting you cry on him. "I promise I'll make this right."

You don't know if it's the lack of oxygen or the dehydration from all the crying, but you ask Brad for the unthinkable.

"Brad, have sex with me," You say, looking at your boyfriend with teary eyes.

"What?"

"Have sex with me. I've always had sex with you because you wanted it. It's time for you to do something for me, for once."

"Y/N, I'd kill for you. You know that, right?"

"I know, and that's part of why I love you and want to break up. You can't focus your entire life around me."

"Honeybun, tonight-no this whole summer, is going to be about you!"

Brad throws you over his shoulder and carries you to his bedroom. He turns on the light and puts you on the covers. You back up until you feel the bedframe. Brad strips till he's naked, and watch Brad crawl towards you like a predator about to pounce on its prey. His eyes are full of love and lust, and there are practically hearts in his eyes.

"You better get ready because I'm going to make all of your body feel loved tonight," Brad flirts, closing the distance and spreading your legs. "Maybe a bit of nostalgic foreplay before the main event?"

Brad's hand goes to your butt and gently rubs it.

"Brad, maybe we should think about this?" You suggest, trying to hold him off as you start to regret what you asked of him.

Brad kisses your neck and cheek.

"Sorry, babe. I'm giving you all of my love tonight," Brad replies, gently turning you onto your stomach. "God, I'm-you're going to enjoy this."

Brad peels off your panties and begins to spank and kiss your ass.

"Brad!" You accidentally moan, putting your face into his cologne-smelling pillow.

"Yes, honey! Feel the pleasure!" Brad moans, spanking your ass harder and faster.

"Ooh, I can't take it anymore!" You whimpered, feeling the pleasure build-up and release.

Brad sticks three fingers in your sex and pulls them out to taste your cum. He sticks his cum covered fingers in his mouth like a hungry animal and practically shivers with pleasure from the taste.

"Brad, I-I think I'm ready," You stammer, nervous about how rough Brad is going to be.

"Don't worry, I won't get rough unless you want me to," Brad reassures, lovingly squeezing your butt.

You flip onto your back and spread your legs for him. Brad positions his hips so it lines up with your vagina. Brad sees how nervous you are and kisses you as a distraction. He manages to put half of his dick inside before you notice.

"Brad!" You squeal, feeling his arms wrap around you. Preparing to begin thrusting.

"It's ok. It's ok. Brad isn't going to hurt you again," Brad coos, kissing down your neck.

You wrap your arms around his upper body and look into his eyes.

"Do it," You say.

Brad kisses you on the lips and puts his whole dick inside you. You both moan from the feeling, and that's when Brad begins to lose himself. Brad's thrusts start to become fast and erratic. However, you feel euphoric and want this moment to last forever.

"Oh fuck, baby! Keep going!" You encourage, moving your hands down to Brad's ass. You spank and grope his ass. "Keep going! Keep going!"

"I'm going to fill you up with my love! All of it!" Brad moans, starting to drool like a dog. "OH SHIT! I'm cumming! Fuck!"

Brad cums in you while thrusting and eventually slows to a stop to orgasm. He cums inside you two more times and crashes on top of your body.

"Brad, that was wonderful," You compliment, stroking Brad's hair.

Brad kisses your boobs and lets one hand playfully rub a nipple.

"I'm glad I made you happy," Brad says, kissing your forehead. "And don't you worry your little head about getting pregnant. I bought multiple packs of the morning-after pill. I remember how worried you were about getting pregnant after your first time in the library."

"Great, hand me one," You say, lovingly looking into Brad's green eyes.

"Sweetie, that's for in the morning. In case you haven't noticed, I haven't pulled out of you yet. I'm not going to let any of my love go to waste, even if it's a wet dream."

"Brad, I love you," You say.

You feel Brad's dick harden inside you after you say the words.

"I love you too, honeybun!" Brad exclaims, excitedly kissing you on the lips.

[lucky-ducky006]

An extremely goofy movie fanfic!!!!!

They go to the mall!!!!

Bradley was invited by Max to go with his friends to the mall. Bradley enjoyed shopping, but he still had a hard time figuring out why Max wanted to be his friend. No matter how much Bradley tries to accept everything and move on, he still has this lingering guilt that is haunting him. Bradley pushed away those thoughts and quickly changed into different clothes. He is now wearing sweatpants and a baggy sweatshirt. This wasn't his usual style in clothing but it was comfortable. Bradley took a deep breath and left the Gamma house to meet up with Max. He skateboarded to Max's dorm where Max, P.J, Bobby, and that beret chick were waiting. Bradley felt a sting of anxiety in his chest but hid behind his overly confident countenance.

"Hey, Brad!" Max called out.

Bradley got off his skateboard and walked up to the group. He rolled his eyes. "Do I need to correct you every time, freshman?"

Max giggled. That stupid, ugly giggle. "Oh, yeah, my bad. Well, lets get going."

Bradley felt awkward being with this group. Sure he had gotten pretty comfortable with Max, but his friends still made him a bit nervous. Especially that beret chick. He still didn't know her name and it would be awkward to ask now. The mall they were going to was one of the largest in the state. Bradley grew up in this area so he had been to the mall several times, but rarely for fun. He had usually only ever gone with his dad to get tailored for some fancy clothes or to get some nice shoes. The few times he had come for fun his siblings had brought him and spoiled him rotten, buying him all sorts of things. Bradley fidgeted with his sleeve as they walked inside the mall. Before he knew it P.J. and his girlfriend had already broken off the group to go off on their own. Why did they come if they were just going to leave the group...Bradley wondered. Bradley took in the bustling atmosphere and looked at all the different stores to choose from.

"So, Bradley, what's your favorite store?" Max asked.

Bradley smirked. "Nothing you afford to know."

Max shook his head. "I guess you're right there."

"I want some cheeese, man." Bobby groaned.

"I don't think they sell cheese at the mall, buddy." Max said.

Bradley had looked away for one moment then turned to see that Bobby had run off in search of cheese. In a mall. What a weirdo.

"I guess it's just you and me now." Max shrugged.

"Oh, goody!" Bradley said sarcastically. But he really didn't mind. He felt more at ease with just Max anyway.

"How about we check out your fancy, rich people stores? Just for fun?"

Bradley shrugged. "Nah, they're more boring than you think. Plus I doubt they would let you in to dirty up their floors."

"Oh, wow, thanks." Max pouted.

The two walked into a generic clothing store. Bradley noted how different the vibe of the store was. It didn't feel like you couldn't touch anything without getting scolded for getting the merchandise dirty. Max looked through the graphic t-shirts while Bradley looked at some of the accessories. Bradley wasn't really interested in buying anything. He just came for fun. Max bought a shirt and they left to search for a different store.

Max suddenly lit up. "Bradley, have you ever been to build a bear?"

Bradley snickered. "Yeah, I went with my sister when I was like, seven."

"We should totally go, it would be so fun!"

"You're such a child. Why would I want to go there?"

"You're literally no fun. You're the most boring person I've ever met."

"Whatever-" Bradley was cut off by Max dragging him into the build a bear store. "Max, I'm not going in there, it's for children." Max ignored him and kept on walking. Bradley felt his face flush slightly. He felt so humiliated walking into a build a bear at his grown age. Max excitedly looked through the different bear skins trying to decide which one to get. Bradley rolled his eyes and stood by the entrance. "You look like an idiot, don't you know that?" Bradley called out.

"I'd rather be a fun idiot than a boring idiot." Max said mockingly without taking his eyes off the bears. He finally settled on a dark brown bear. "Bradley, are you sure you don't wanna get anything?'

"Uh, yeah, I'm totally sure." Bradley answered. Bradley thought fondly about the time he had come with one of his sisters. He had picked out a light brown bear and dressed it in a t-shirt and jeans. He was embarrassed of this but he had actually brought it to college and kept it hidden in a drawer. When he has a bad day he pulls it out to sleep with. If anyone found out he would probably kill them. Bradley looked up as Max came to show him his finished bear.

"Isn't he cute? I named him Steven!"

"... Why Steven?"

"I dunno." Max shrugged.

Suddenly Bradley heard someone call out his name. A familiar voice that made a shiver run down his spine. No. Not now. Bradley froze as he saw Nicole walking up to him. Normally he would love to see any of his siblings, but right outside of build a bear workshop was not a good time. Nicole gave him a big hug.

"It's so good to see you, Bradley! And how cute, you're at build a bear!"

Bradley awkwardly hugged her back. Max had met Bradley's other sister, but he didn't recognize this one. Max laughed at the sight of Bradley's panicked expression.

"Oh, is this your friend?" Nicole said as she pulled away from the hug.

"Uh, yeah, this is Max. Max, this is my sister Nicole."

Max shook hands with Nicole and Nicole started to speak again. Shut. Up. SHUT UP! Bradley thought.

"Bradley, remember when I took you here when you were little? You still have that bear, don't you?"

Bradley cleared his throat. "Uh, yeah, I do."

Max snickered. He had never seen Bradley like this and he was entertained.

"You should get it a new outfit or something! That would be so adorable. Well, I gotta go now, it was nice seeing you." Nicole gave Bradley another quick hug and walked away.

"It was nice seeing you too." Bradley sighed in relief when Nicole was officially gone. Max started to laugh out loud.

"Wow, I'd never expect you to act so shy, Brad!"

"Just shut up, lets go before I throw your bear in that trash can."

Max hugged his bear protectively and gave Bradley a feigned annoyed look. Neither of them found much else to buy and now they were waiting to meet up with the rest of the group where they had come in. To their surprise Bobby came up to them holding a can of cheese in one hand and a bag with several more in the other hand. He looked like he had already been snacking on some. Finally P.J. and his girlfriend found them. P.J. was holding several bags in one hand while his girlfriend held his free hand. They looked like they had a good time. The group laughed and joked on the way back to the campus and said their goodbyes. Bradley arrived back to the frat house and sat down on his bed to process his day for a moment. He really did have some fun despite his moment of embarrassment. Reluctantly Bradley opened his drawer and pulled out his bear and looked at it. He could've used another outfit. Bradley jumped when he heard his door open. It was Tank. Bradley looked at him in horror knowing he had been caught. Tank looked at what he had in his hand and smiled. He closed the door and Bradley heard his yell that could probably be heard across the entire campus.

"GUYS, BRADLEY HAS A TEDDY BEAR!!"

Once the shock had worn off Bradley ran out of his room to attack Tank

THE END!!!

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Plus One - Buck/Tommy

Title: Plus One Fandom: 9-1-1 Rating: Teen Audience And Up Pairings/Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard, Athena Grant/Bobby Nash Additional Tags: Fluff, family dinner, coming out, Tommy Kinard POV Summary: Buck is Tommy's plus one for dinner at the Grant-Nash home. Timeline: 7x05 Word Count: 2,366 Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Reamworks, Brad Falchuk Teley-Vision, Ryan Murphy Television, and 20th Television. Betas: Thank you to @medieshanachie for looking this over for me.

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Tommy was enjoying sitting out in the sun with Evan's hand caught between both of his when his phone rang. He still couldn't believe that he'd just agreed to be Evan's date to his sister's wedding. 

Reluctantly, he removed his hand from on top of Evan's to pull his phone from his pocket. He didn't recognize the phone number, but in his line of work he couldn't ignore a call from an unknown number.

"I should probably take this," he said as he accepted the call. "Hello?"

"Hi Tommy, it's Bobby Nash."

"Captain Nash, hi," Tommy said, meeting Evan's wide eyes across the table. Evan gave his hand a little squeeze. "What can I do for you, Sir?"

"Athena and I would like you to come to dinner at our house," Bobby said. "We barely got to talk after the rescue and we would like to thank you properly."

"I was just doing my job," Tommy deflected, not that he wasn't grateful for the invitation.

"We both know that you weren't sanctioned to come get us. You put your career on the line to come save us and I cannot say how grateful we are that you did. The least we can do is make you a home cooked meal."

"I do miss your cooking," Tommy admitted. 

"I don't know if you're seeing anyone, but feel free to bring them along, too," Bobby offered. 

Tommy turned his hand over so he could squeeze Evan's. "I have started seeing someone who I think I'd like to bring." 

Across the table, Evan pointed at his chest and mouthed, 'Me?' Tommy just nodded. 

"We look forward to meeting them," Bobby said. "How's Wednesday night?" 

"Wednesday works for me," Tommy agreed. 

"I'll text you the address. I look forward to catching up," Bobby said.

"I'll see you then," Tommy said. He met Evan's eyes. "Want to go to dinner at Captain Nash's with me on Wednesday as my date?"

"You want me to be your date for dinner with Bobby and Athena?" 

"Only if you're comfortable with it," Tommy said. 

"Well, he'd find out about us at the wedding anyway," Evan said. "I like the idea of him knowing about us before then. He is kinda like my work dad."

"That's not really a thing," Tommy said, laughing. "I can't believe how much of a family the 118 became after I left."

"Hey, if you hadn't left when you did, I could have ended up at some other station." Evan shuddered dramatically. 

Tommy blinked. "I hadn't done that math. You were my replacement."

"You left some pretty big shoes to fill," Evan said. 

"How old are you?" Tommy hesitantly asked.

"I'm thirty-four," Evan said. 

"Ten years, that's not so bad," Tommy mused aloud.

"If it makes you feel any better, you wouldn't be the first person I've dated who is older than me. Abby was like twenty years older than me when we dated," Evan admitted.

"You have some kind of May/December fetish I should be aware of?" Tommy teased.

"N-No," Evan spluttered. "This would only be the second time I dated someone that much older than me. Not that you're old."

"I'm kidding, Evan," Tommy said. He wondered why Evan seemed to melt a bit every time he said his name. He'd need to remember to ask him about that sometime.

"Besides, there is something to being with someone more mature, with more life experience," Evan said. 

"Especially for someone who only recently discovered they were into men?" Tommy asked, knowingly. 

"Yeah," Evan said, blushing. 

"So, what kind of wine should I bring to this dinner?" Tommy asked, looking to get back onto safer ground. 

"Red wine for Athena and something non-alcoholic for Bobby," Evan said. 

"He's sober?" Tommy asked. "That certainly explains some things."

"Not my story to tell, but yeah," Evan confirmed. 

"Do you have a wine preference?" Tommy asked. "I'm not all that picky," Evan said. "Depends on my mood."

"Good to know," Tommy said. He took another sip of his terrible coffee and grimaced. "First, I'm going to get some real coffee and then head to the liquor store. Care to join me?"

"Y-you want me to come with you?" Evan asked, clearly surprised.

"Unless you have plans?"

"No, my day is wide open," Evan said, enthusiastically.

"Great, let's go," Tommy said. 

~~*~~

On Wednesday night, Tommy picked Evan up before heading to the Grant-Nash home. He and Evan had a mild debate about who should drive since Evan had been to the house many times before, but Tommy wanted to woo Evan. Even if just a little.

Evan was fidgeting beside him as Tommy rang the doorbell.

"Second thoughts?" he asked, resting a hand on Evan's back.

Evan steeled himself and grinned at Tommy. "Not a one."

The door swung open to reveal both Bobby and Athena. Tommy registered their surprise at seeing Evan with him. 

"Buck, what are you doing here?" Bobby asked.

"I-I'm Tommy's plus one," he stuttered. 

Athena recovered first and stepped around Bobby to loop her arm through Tommy's and pull him inside. "That is wonderful news. I can't wait to hear all about how you two got together."

As they walked down a short flight of stairs, Tommy saw Bobby pull Evan into a hug and say so softly that Tommy almost couldn't hear it, "I'm happy for you."

"This is for you," Tommy said, presenting the wine to Athena. "Thank you for having us over."

"It is our pleasure," she said. "Especially if we are getting the good gossip before everyone else." She winked at him. 

"I'm afraid Eddie's got you beat, in that case," Evan said as he and Bobby joined them. "He interrupted our first date."

"He does know how to keep a secret," Bobby said. "We didn't even know about Christopher for the first few weeks he was with us."

"He seems like a really great kid," Tommy said. 

"You've met him?" Bobby asked in surprise. "I thought you were dating Buck."

"I am, but Eddie and I have become pretty good friends since the rescue, too," Tommy said. "I've hung out at his place to watch some fights."

"Tommy flew the two of them to Vegas to see some fight a couple of weeks ago," Buck added. 

"You sure you're not dating both of them?" Athena teased.

"Oh, I'm sure; Eddie turned me down when I asked for a date, but said he wanted to be friends."

"Wait, you asked Eddie on a date?" Evan asked in surprise.

"I'm going to finish getting dinner on the table. Is that for tonight?" Bobby asked, gesturing to the bottle of sparkling grape juice in Evan's hand. He held it out for Bobby without looking away from Tommy.

"I'll go pour the wine," Athena said. "We're going to need it."

"Did you kiss him, too?" Evan demanded in a whisper, pulling Tommy to the far side of the room.

"No, it was nothing like that," Tommy insisted. "On the way back from Vegas I asked if I could take him on a proper date and Eddie said that he was flattered, but he had a girlfriend. I was surprised because it was the first time he'd mentioned her. Apparently she'd been babysitting Christopher while we were at the fight."

"So, am I like some kind of consolation prize?" Evan asked, his voice trembling.

"No, never," Tommy grasped Evan's face between both his hands. "I didn't know you were an option until I went to your loft that night. And when you said you'd been trying to get my attention all week, I realized I didn't want to miss my chance with you."

He kissed Evan then, a soft chaste kiss since they were at someone else's home, but one filled with promise.

Evan looked dazed when he released him, just like after their first kiss. Tommy could get used to putting that look on Evan's face.

"Now let's go eat, I'm starving," Tommy said, grabbing Evan's hand and pulling him towards the kitchen. "It smells amazing in here."

"You guys all good?" Athena asked, an eyebrow raised. 

"Yeah, we're good," Evan said, that dopey grin still on his face. 

"Coming through," Bobby said, setting a large pan of lasagna on the trivets on the table. 

Tommy inhaled deeply and sighed. "Man, I've missed your cooking."

"I'll have to make you my version sometime," Evan said as they sat. "Bobby's been teaching me how to cook and I think I've got this one down. Eddie and Christopher like it, at least."

"You've got the chili down, too," Bobby said, "now that you know the secret ingredient."

"He told you his secret chili ingredient?" Athena asked, surprised. "I don't even know that."

Evan puffed out his chest. "Yeah, I pestered it out of him."

Bobby served up the lasagna, the salad and garlic bread were passed around, and they took a few minutes to enjoy their food. 

"Bobby, you have only become a better chef," Tommy said. "When you retire you should definitely open a restaurant."

Bobby laughed. "Thank you for the compliment but that is a stress I do not want in my retirement. I much prefer cooking for family and friends."

"The 118 really has become a family, hasn't it?" Tommy asked, somewhat wistfully. "I could see it heading that way when I left, but leaving was still the right move for me."

"You seem happy at Harbor," Bobby said. "I've heard nothing but good things from your captain."

"You checkin' up on me?" Tommy teased.

"Maybe from time to time," Bobby admitted. "You seem much freer since your time with us."

Tommy glanced over at Evan. "Yeah, when I started at the 217 I did it as an out gay man. Took a page from Wilson's book and made it clear that this is who I am."

"I heard a lot of stories about Captain Gerard when I started and I know what it was like under him. I understand why you didn't feel comfortable sharing that part of yourself. I'm glad you found somewhere that you can be you." 

"Yeah, Gerard was the worst kind of old school misogynist. I saw what Han and Wilson went through when they started and out of self preservation didn't want to have him treat me that way, too. It was cowardly, but it was also survival."

Evan reached over to squeeze his thigh under the table. 

"I am a bit surprised you didn't tell us about yourself, Buck," Athena said. "You seem to share so much of yourself with everyone that this caught us a bit by surprise."

"I, um, didn't actually know this about myself until recently," Evan said, meeting Tommy's eyes. "Not until Tommy kissed me."

Tommy wondered about the look that Bobby and Athena shared and wondered if it had something to do with Evan and Eddie's close friendship. 

"Well, I'm -"

"We're," Athena cut in. 

"We're very happy for you both. I'm guessing you haven't told the rest of the team, aside from Eddie?"

"That's correct," Evan said. "Well, Maddie knows. Pretty sure she hasn't told Chimney since he isn't bouncing off the walls trying to keep a secret."

"But they'll know soon, as I'll be Evan's date for his sister's wedding," Tommy finished.

"Now that's one way to come out," Athena said. "You sure you want to do that with your parents there?"

"I'm done trying to get their approval. We're never going to be close. If they can't accept that I'm dating a man now, that's on them."

Tommy could sense that there was a lot of bad blood there, but now was not the time to ask. He wondered if this had anything to do with why everyone called him Buck instead of by his name and wondered if he should be doing that too. But Evan hadn't asked him not to call him Evan; in fact, he seemed to like it. Tommy made a note to ask about that later.

"That's very mature of you," Athena said.

"What can I say, the therapy actually helped."

The rest of dinner progressed easily. Athena told them about Bobby's heroics after the ship capsized and his acrobatics to get Norman safely lowered to the new floor of the ship. 

Tommy told them about some of his more interesting rescues, although saving Bobby and Athena would be at the top of his list for a long time when telling stories to other people. 

When it was time to go, Bobby packaged up the leftover lasagna for Tommy to take home with him. Evan pouted about Tommy getting all of the leftovers and Bobby promised to make it at the station soon.

On the drive back to Evan's loft, Tommy asked, "Would you prefer if I call you Buck?" Evan turned to look at him. "It's just, I know that's what everyone else calls you."

"I-I kinda like that you don't call me what everyone else does," Evan admitted. "I always felt like such a disappointment as Evan, so when there were two other Evans in my class at the fire academy I started having people call me Buck. Buck wasn't a screw up. Buck was a firefighter who could get things done. Someone who mattered."

"You matter regardless of what you're called," Tommy interrupted. 

Evan reached out to clasp Tommy's hand on the gearshift. "I know that. And when you call me Evan, I don't feel like a disappointment. I guess you could say that you're a first step to reclaiming that name."

"So should I expect everyone else to start calling you Evan now, too?" Tommy asked.

"Unlikely," Evan said, laughing. "You've seen how no one calls Chimney 'Howie' anymore. Except for Maddie, sometimes."

"If at any point you change your mind, I will call you by whatever name you want," Tommy assured him. 

"Thank you, that means a lot," Evan answered. 

As they approached Evan's apartment building, he asked, "Do you want to come up for a nightcap?"

Tommy glanced over to see the hopeful expression on Evan's face and even though he knew he shouldn't, he found himself saying, "I'd love to."

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Eddie's Education, Chapter 30

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Chapter 30

“I wish the Ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.”

“So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.”

Eddie paused his dramatic recitation, hastily marking his raggedy paperback edition of The Lord of the Rings with a dogeared corner. He thought for a moment that he saw her stir, begin to wake, anything...but he was just seeing what he wanted to see out of the corner of his eye. It must have been the hundredth time he checked.

He reached over to hold Leia's hand. He didn't like seeing her lovely arms tangled up in tubes and medical tape and the mask strapped over her mouth, it looked a little too much like Vecna's trap. The memory was still fresh; literal and figurative wounds still raw.

His big coffee-colored eyes welled up, and his throat ached as his gaze shifted to the pile of books he'd brought to read to her. The same ones always called out to him from the bottom of the stack each time he looked; The Haunting of Hill House and The Silmarillion.

Her books, he always thought to himself (although she had given them to him). Books that had traveled with her all her life, smelled like her perfume, and contained handwritten letters to him on their front pages. Eddie couldn't bring himself to read them yet. To do so felt like he would be admitting her absence was permanent. It felt like giving up on her.

When she wakes up, she'll tell me herself. She'll look into my eyes and smile and tell me all the sweet things she wrote and she'll tell me her dreams for our lives together now that all this is over and I'll get to kiss her again and hold her again and...

Eddie put his head in his hands, rubbing roughly at his red eyes in frustration, nearing tears, when he heard a stern voice.

“Edward Munson.”

He looked up to see two of Hawkins' finest in their uniforms and buzz cuts staring him down.

He swallowed and heaved out a heavy sigh, disguising his feelings with a veneer of annoyance. “It's 'Eddie', Brad. You know that. We went to high school together.”

“Watch it,” Brad said in a warning tone, “it's Officer Vernon now.”

Eddie rolled his eyes then plastered on a shit-eating grin as he said, “and what can I do for you this fine day, Officers?” dripping with condescension.

The other one, whose face was still pock-marked with acne and looked like he belonged in gym class, not on the force, said, “I guess we should cut to the point, right? Officer Vernon and I have been putting some things together about you, Mr. Munson.”

Eddie raised his eyebrow in mock-surprise. “Such as?”

Brad spoke up louder, annoyed that it was taking this long, “That two very strange deaths have occurred in the last week...John Ferguson and Sam Huxley. Now, looking into things, it seems your new little girlfriend over there rubbed both of these guys the wrong way. AND...their autopsy reports look a whole lot like Chrissy Cunningham's...remember her, Eddie? You should, since you were the last one to see her alive.”

Eddie stood up, getting right in Brad's stupid pig face and said through gritted teeth, barely holding himself back, “Leia didn't do anything to anybody, and neither did I. You just want some easy targets and to get off on some little power trip. If you have rude bullshit to say about me, or especially, about her, you're not going to spout it off here, Barney Fife! Have some fucking respect.”

The piss ant one who looked like he was 14 said, “Why bother? She's in a coma.”

Eddie grabbed the front of his uniform with a wild look in his eyes, vibrating with rage.

Just then a burly cop with thick gray hair, a goatee, and a permanent scowl sauntered up behind them, looking over his glasses and holding a mug of coffee. He bellowed out, “Hey. What the fuck, guys? I'm months from retirement and you're here to pull this stupid bully act? What are you, 12?”

The two officers turned around. The young one looked ready to piss his pants. Brad squeaked out, “Chief Hopper!! Sir.”

Hop just shook his head and looked to Eddie. “Easy, kid. Let's talk.” He looked back to his subordinates and commanded, “and you two....fuck off, will you? You don't go anywhere near either of them again or I'll have you on desk duty for the rest of your lives. Learn some respect. Is that clear?”

“Yes sir,” they mumbled, slinking off with their tails between their legs.

When they were out of earshot and out of view, Eddie slumped out of his aggressive stance to land heavily right back into the plastic chair, head flopping heavily back into his hands. Hop pulled up a chair next to him and patted him on the shoulder. After a long moment, Eddie sat back up with a deep inhale and said, “I thought in 15 years Brad would have grown a brain cell or two. Guess I was wrong.”

Hop gave a deep chuckle and said, “Sorry about that. If it's any consolation, I didn't hire them.”

Eddie chuckled. “Thanks for the save, Hop, but I'm not a kid anymore. I'm 35.”

Hop grunted in affirmation and blew on his coffee. “Yeah I know, but when I look at you, I still see that scared kid with a good heart stuck in a holding cell. You had a whole lifetime's worth of tough breaks by the time you were 18...not to mention a complete asshole of an old man.”

Eddie smiled faintly at the memory. “You helped me out. I don't think you know how much. I still owe you for that.”

“No, you don't,” Hop said, with a soft shake of his head, “this town owes you. You were a hero and it never even knew. All it's ever done is take from you and beat you down. You and I know the truth of everything..all this unbelievable weird shit that's gone on in this godforsaken place...it's a lot to live with. I hope you and that nice girl leave Hawkins in the dust some day soon. You deserve better...a place where you can breathe easy.”

Eddie turned, blinking in disbelief and said, slowly, meaning it from the depth of his soul, “Thank you, Hop.” Old Jim was usually a man of few words, so this heartfelt monologue came as a real shock.

Hopper cleared his throat. “What um...What's the prognosis?”

It took Eddie a long time to respond. “They...uh...they have no idea. None of it is anything they've seen before. The upside-down does weird things to....they..they don't know.”

He trailed off, and Hop figured it was time to change the subject.

“Have you slept at all? It's been three days....eaten?”

“Um. I think? Here and there,” Eddie answered in a daze, aware of his own body for the first time in half a week. He tested the waters of this awareness by stretching his back gingerly, which gave up a loud crack of complaint in response. He looked down at his arms and saw his own collection of bruises and cuts. They looked painful, but he hardly felt them. All he could think about was her, and how he was determined to be by her side when her eyes opened, even if he had to sleep in that chair another week, another month...another year...the rest of his life.

They both looked up, as they heard the click of approaching dress shoes. Eddie groaned and tapped his head back against the wall, whining, “Oh Jesus, what the fuck now?”

Two men and one lady in severe black suits made their way into Leia's room. Eddie scowled, and quipped “Sure, come right in. Make yourselves at home.”

Hopper was relieved to see El (his adopted daughter) trailing closely behind them. Maybe she could explain all this. He had an idea of where they were from and it made him uneasy, but El had dealt with these government types so many times (was raised by them, even, before she ran away). She would know who and how much to trust.

Eddie squinted for a moment, digging into his foggy recollection of those early days after his extraction from the upside-down. “You...I know you.”

The lady smiled, but not warmly. “Yes, Mr. Munson. We were the ones who helped get you well again. We've been studying this other dimension since it's discovery...”

“You mean, since your people tortured and tested children in a laboratory to bust into it and make it everyone's problem.”

The man next to her huffed, but she responded coolly with an amused grin. “Yes. I suppose you could frame it that way. However, medical techniques from our research are what saved your life and they're going to be what saves hers. But, of course there are conditions.”

Eddies brows shot up. “Conditions? You're willing to withhold life-saving medical attention, which she needs because of your project gone haywire in the first place, if we don't agree to your 'conditions'?” He scoffed, “What is wrong with you people?”

“Hear us out, Mr. Munson. If you don't, she will never wake up again,” she stated bluntly.

All he could do was gulp. They knew exactly where they had him, pressing a blade right through the most devastatingly vulnerable rend in his armor...his love for her.

“Alright...I'm listening.”

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☺☺ you were right!

you were right! That's so exciting, he's completely integral to the plot!!! A catalyst for later drama, at least in part. I'm excited to see him play this character! A broken Vietnam vet. He's going to be great in this part!

So the article from last month that named him, was a bit off, but that's ok bc now we know more! 😊😊 and EM is Swintons characters daughter! He plays Swintons character's lover/father to her child! This confirms he's definitely got scenes with the leads!

"or her recounting the death of her child’s father, a Vietnam veteran with PTSD, in a house fire on the side of a highway."

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This will be a great character, the catalyst for so much drama within one family later, it makes you wonder what would be the lifelong impact of such a tragedy. A character sent off to proverbial slaughter, who most likely had to commit and witness acts he'd never wished to have even witnessed. And then returning to a country that doesn't understand PTSD or what soldiers went through, but are instead spat at in the streets and their mental health largely ignored/misunderstood. And then to have such a tragic end. That's so sad. This is a movie aiming to make me cry in a variety of ways. Lol I'm excited!

Sidenote: please skip if uninterested. I don't think his interview says he's given up on his career, so to speak, but maybe taking a more realistic view on his career prospects is healthy and warranted. Not everyone is going to be Brad Pitt, someone has to be Gary Oldman  (for differences in career paths, as an example).

Perhaps he's just not getting his hopes up bc in another interview he said his hopes were dashed, repeatedly by covid/strikes/not getting hired for gigs immediately after Vikings etc. AND the fact that Vikings isn't as popular a show as the fandom bubble created around all these actors in it made it seem like they were (I'm still calling them all, even Winnick an underdog bc she's "B list" or lower by "hollywood" standards. She's not up there in the hierarchy like say Reese Witherspoon. AHA realistically would be B list too.

That's not an insult but realistic. How many actors are in SAGAFTRA? Currently? And how many more newbies each year? Hollywood is always about the next big thing. But Hollywood is losing its grip on its dominance due to streaming and other factors.

Plus how many movies/shows are actually shot in Los Angeles nowadays? it's always a location elsewhere it seems.

His more humble approach is good, didn't he say he was aiming for a mads mikklesen (sp?) or NCW career? If so then he's well on track to having great character roles. He's going for longevity, not a quick buck. Maybe he has been picky, but it's working for him. He doesn't need to be in every lame remake hollywood comes up with that's destined to lose money. Tinseltown has lost its shine in the wake of technology from jets, to streaming services letting us see originals in original languages, instead of watered down remakes that pale next to the original. Or just original innovative stories, the foreign films/shows on netflix alone are great! I'm looking at you Nightwatch american remake that was just bad. 😳😳 He's even been able to write and star in his own idea for a tv show. There might be a second season. He can fly to locations, it's a modern world, he doesn't have to be isolated in "hollyweird made of vices" away from his home, family/gf and language/culture. And while Hollywood might take offense to him "complaining" about really long days, in the cold, and that Denmark has better labor laws....where's the lie? If there's something that isn't right, why should he be silent? Why should people be worked to the point that they can't even recover from being in hospital, no sick days or back up plan in case of illness on set. To the point that they've been broken down physically and mentally. Isn't that the reason labor laws exist, to protect people from suits who only care about schedules and money instead of the actors health? That goes for any job not just actors. Or their mental health, most people don't have to fly to a different country for jobs either, that's got to be rough no matter how much you love your job. But anyway, it doesn't seem to have affected his hiring status that much. 😊

But I think he's playing the long game quite smartly. He's going for a real career, not to be a teenage idol. Why be a small fish in an overlarge pond (hollywood) when he can be a bigger fish in a much smaller pond and build a career like Mads M? The same reason Ole Bornedal and Pedro Almodóvar stay in their respective countries (mostly). Bornedals's movie was remade, and changed, instead of just releasing It with subtitles. It could be that there they can create the art they want to without time/money/script restrictions? Bc in Hollywood they've even put time/plot limits on THE Ridley Scott! To the detriment of many of his films post gladiator ( kingdom of heaven should have just been the directors cut imo bc they cut important story parts). I say let him create art the way he wants to, he's on his timetable, not fans. It's his career that We are hoping to watch for the next 30-40 years. Or longer, Almodóvar is 74! Clint Eastwood is how old? We will just have to be patient for new projects. 😊😊 I know its fun to get all my Gary Oldman movies immediately bc he's been around for over 40 years ! I don't have to wait between Leon, Sid & Nancy or even The Scarlett Letter! To much newer works. Im working my way through from the beginning. 😳😳 imagine how his OG fans felt getting one or two projects every so often or a year. Having to wait to see the next film, if it was even released for very long in theaters (that's imo wild to think about). And then waiting months for it to come out on a dvd to see it if wasn't released for long. Or if you missed a show you would have to wait for it to repeat?!?! Things not being readily available would be so brutal, and here I was complaining that bridgerton season 3 was cut up in 2 parts!!! I couldn't binge it all in one day!! Patience is a virtue. And even Alan Rickman didn't get his "american debut breakthrough" until he was in his 40swith die hard. And he is a legend (just bc he passed away doesn't change the tense of his legendary status)! AHA has plenty of time, and is doing great. Imo.

Sorry for the side ramble, but I take issue with the idea that he can somehow do more than what he's done. He's right there are some things beyond our control. Or that his work ethic is somehow lacking, bc between owning a stake in a watch company( it being sold wouldn't change his stake/shares too much, maybe it made him more money?), doing multiple voice works, making movies, creating his own show and filming other shows/short films, and working for charities (plural) he's been a really really busy person. And side projects with photography. He's working fairly steadily and a lot. Choosing great projects from Shadows to RND. How much do they want him to work? Lol he doesn't exactly have a 9-5.

I'm still hoping that this movie will be the one that makes people see his skills, and set him up for the longevity he so desires. 😊😊😊 Best wishes to him and his lovely JM.

Edited to add, even though it's just his character that gets a mention, the reviews are positive. If he wasn't right or good in a stellar movie, it would have been mentioned. So he at the very least performed well enough to not get a bad review. So he's given another great performance!!!! But really with those two ladies as leads, with the story mostly focused on them, I'm impressed that his small role has been mentioned several times. Even if not by name right now, his part was noticed enough to make the articles, moreso than Nivola, in a P Almodóvar film that has Moore and Swinton in it. 😊😊 huzzah to anyone that's made it this far, still always surprised lol.

[thatonesongyouretryingtoremember]

annotated DBD!!! episode FIVE

NIKO'S VOICE in the thingy!

"dyou wanna kiss monty" *cue charles face*

YOU CAN HEAR CHARLES' MOM CRYING OH NOOO

TNN'S SCREAM LMAOO

not the David/Charles paralells

Edwin. I think he really is trying to make a joke there. At least he can read the room now.

Eddie's maaad

Well I guess Charles can't read the room

how did he know??

also. ghosts don't sleep so they don't have nightmares. not important just interesting.

this scene is actually so sweet. more breakups on screen should be this sweet.

Who are the Taurus and Aries in the group?

I blame the guy from School Spirits for making me trust these assholes.

is that the University of Dublin?

it was exactly the plan.

they were gonna go to school together awww

they didn't even get split up after dying..

"they're just like us" "they're just best mates" Charles what are you saying

These guys REALLY don't want to do a seagull thing, huh.

MUSIC

only partly relevant but there's a US flag behind Niko as she mails the letter

wait where have I heard the music before?? the thing that plays when Niko sees Maxine's letter?

The music that plays after the chapter title!!!

the "Pathway to Knowledge" sign has a bunch of circles in it

Niko is so dramatic the way she moves omg

Charles: haha the cliff thing was good right?

Edwin: *sighs in oh fuck* *changes the subject*

Charles: Oh so we're talking about THIS now are we?

Also I think it's really cool for a teen show to have characters this excited about kissing. Like, I feel like lots of shows only have teens who are much more involved, and not everyone is into that.

Niko-ass question

the way he talks and moves when he says "I felt it up here" (in his head) wtfff he's so cute

aw you've been holding on to that one

the tone of voice when he says "of course"

AND now we're back to these two

the music here is so cute

interruption trope

Niko's smile when she looks at them all <2

Interesting that keeping them alive is what gets Niko to finally tell these two to be nice...

I love her voice when she says "outlook not so good"

Also it's interesting that Niko checks the 8-ball so frequently. She wants to know when she will die. (she won't tho!)

ew that mushroom thing CANNOT smell good

Also don't mushrooms have roots?? that soil looks shallow.

"I was supposed to see Edwin today, but of course they're off on another stupid case" he sounds like a caricature of himself. I love him.

actually I think his shirt might actually have a car on it

the way he's sittingggg

maybe you wanna try.... harder

why was that so hard for her to say? Also I feel like there's a double meaning here..

Monty perks up his little head IN GONNA DIEE

I don't know what that stereotype teenage tone of voice is called, but Monty has it every time he talks to Esther and it's hilarious

DON'T YOU DARE MENTION THAT BLOOD GODDESS NAME

There are little plants in jars on the windowsill

ew she grabs his face. threats of violence

So they don't remember even leaving the party, huh

Edwin is so serious lol

Also have they NEVER been to Maren's house?? In a different memory, Brad was totally at Maren's. Why did he never see the tree until he died?

I wonder if Maren only painted the eyes after hearing about her pictures.. as if she could feel people looking at her. That's pretty sad to think about.

no bro the eyes are not part of the bark

Brills? Really?

Charles has his Doom Patrol coat but Edwin literally didn't even change clothes

Why is that girl even talking to a "reporter" then?? do you think a reporter will be impressed by your drug use? do you think she will care if you can't give her information?

he wants to be so cool with the glasses

I remember that Jenny said a similar skeletons line at one point, maybe with the letters?? I'll have to recheck my notes!

why does this mascot bitch care??

THE KNIVES

so assuming Jenny is being literal that every edible bachelorette in town has cats, we can assume that there are fewer than 146 single women in all of Port Townsend.

her lil look round the room

Does Niko have a pompom stuck to her nail???

maggot-infested!?

Trawler is a bad name for a newspaper

we don't actually have time to see Charles face when Richy mentions the supposed suicide pact

Crystal: I talked to Maren, and (serious words)

Edwin, looking at Charles: 👁👄👁

Charles' eyebrow raise at the word "hand jobs" LMAOO

she really said ur 2 pussy 2 kill ppl. not me tho

MUSIC!!!

and for the whole rest of the episode, we never find out more about Shelby apparently stalking Brad

OH. MY. FUCK.

rule number one: if she sends you anonymous floral stationary letters from a typewriter, YOU are not the over-the-top crazy one.

is there a board on the wall with three clocks???

He rly said "ur too hot and jock-like to converse with her"

she died in her blue dragon tracksuit.

Those two REALLY like doing that creepy teleport thing, huh.

Also they totally ignore Crystal for this entire interaction

"can fuel a hyste- can change a ghost" look who's on his misogyny redemption arc

nevermind

at least he's being all business and actually wants to get to the bottom of it

I don't know what to say exactly, but I love the entire Crystal-Charles interaction after the Shelby thing

oh yeah, and the eggshells line! I said that was important!

what does a peacock feather tattoo mean??

"run" sure. totally not stalking.

I think this is the first time in the series that Jenny makes a joke. She really was opening up.

the way when Maren mentions adderall, Charles looks down like 'damn it' and Edwin is like "hmmm"

perhaps we should follow up with this 'Molly' character

Also I kinda do wanna hear the molly story now. what exactly was going on?

why don't you want to be seen with her, Maren? because you don't want her death to trace back to you?

Edwin is already a little suspicious of Maren...

yes Edwin, we all care about her bathroom.

there's. a fucking doll shoe glued to her photo wall??

that is a weird fuckin place to put a light switch

the frickin. lean in front of the closet.

wait there's a ballerina thing!! like Isolde from the comics!

random round red lantern on the dresser. sure.

there are lights on by the closet, but none by the bed and none of the overheads. is that weird, or am I weird?

he just fuckin. breaks it open. I guess Maren knows less about the killing biz than Esther.

Thank gods Crystal has the sense to not drink that!

Do you think they have Maren a green phone case just so we could tell hers apart?

The way she doesn't even realize what she was doing until it was over..

pk but why tf did they go out of their way to write ""desire"" into the script?? "I've got zero desire to tell them" NOBODY TASKS LIKE THAT

why is there one random really bright light??

As far as I know, nobody told Crystal about Edwin's death, right?? Did she figure it out when they were talking to TNN or something?

"cutting meat can be really cathartic"

dragon tattoo??

what's her ear tattoo?? if anyone has a tattoo guide for Jenny lmk

your oversized nightshirt

she can just accidentally see into Jenny's THIRD FLOOR window from that close by in the alley and see what she's watching??

Good for Jenny, she is always straight up and says what she feels

I LOVE the backlighting bc even though this isn't a cartoon, Machine has such a good character silhouette. the obvious cardigan and loose skirt. the chunky mary Jane's. peak character design incredible shape language, looks fantastic with the cleaver.

Jenny is alive only because Maxine tripped on some shit and impaled herself. Holy fuck.

Maxine: overturns the fucking table

Crystal: um why are there flowers in here

they met up with those guys back at the school.

your gonna what?

I love the gloved hand drawing the bag all the way closed. like why does that make it look like they're about to make out in there. also the little melody that plays at that time!!

the random mix of warm and cool lights. okay.

I love that Charles can actualy talk about his feelings now!! that, and he and Crystal made up.

Ironic. worrying about being bad is what Edwin says means you're good, so do you then have to not worry? I mean, at least he tries.

What is Charles thinking when Edwin says he's the best person he knows? does he trust Edwin's opinion on that?

"let's get you sorted first" and then that little sniff. there's so much going on there.

Edwin was being pretty courteous by not making it about himself, but he also just want ready to talk about his shit yet. Charles might feel cared for, but he also might worry that Edwin can't come to him with this stuff anymore, but he is still respectful and A)asks about Edwin's feelings and B) doesn't press the issue

David wants to give Crystal a smooth brain!? is that what he said?

Also yeah. he seems really excited to eat some dumpster fish.

She wants to kill him.

why is the fog. glowing.

I mean, trust this show to always have some random-ass light source.

WHEE

so Monty must have met Charles and Edwin near the butcher shop, then Edwin went off with Monty and Charles saw whatever the fuck happened to Crystal. Well, it must have been some other time on the way, actually, because um. Edwin editor not have left of he saw the whole. Production. going on there.

"I have something to tell you" Monty is so fucking excited :(((

"I think it best of we stop seeing eachother" WHY. It's this, like. A Yue thing? He just thinks being around Monty is too confusing to deal with?

If Edwin thinks Monty isn't in love with him, then all he's doing is saying that he's in love with Charles. So why would he want to stop seeing Monty? If he DOES know Monty likes him, why would he draw it out so long and let himself be misconstrued?

I think that Edwin changes his mind about what to say literally as he says it. New territory for him, I'm sure.

Monty's voice is so sadd when he says baggage

Do you think Monty knew that Edwin wouldn't feel him?

while you don't want things to be awkward, then what? I hate when characters get cut off. I WANNA KNOW!!!

MUSIC

the songs in this show always match the vibe PERFECTLY!

Also Monty's FACE. I always say you can tell this is his first time with people feelings because he puts them ALL THE WAY on display.

He's sad bc Edwin doesn't like him back but he's also maybe upset that he failed Esther but also scared of what Esther will think/do and probably guilty for thinking about Esther instead of Edwin but also guilty for having feelings for Edwin both because of Edwin's reaction and bc of his mission and also hurt that Edwin doesn't live him back and also blindsided because he thought otherwise and like. there's so many things going on and none of them even really occurred to him before and he's thinking up every single one in succession and you can see it on his face.

NOT THE CAT EYES

[romikawai]

Joel's Alpha

Two

Joel opens his eyes to see what was another morning in that house where he lived. The only difference is that I couldn't help but know why Brad did the rest and…

"Oh, you're awake" says cash

"Good morning" says Joel smiling.

Joel notices something in Cash's eyes and sees how he entered his room to close the door and turn to look at him again.

"Something's wrong with you, you can tell me" he sits on the bed

Joel bites his lip but he knew he could trust him as he stood there by his side.

"I… feel pain here" he points to his chest

"Brad I reject you" looks at him

"How do you know" he is surprised "he's my friend and the first alpha that I fell in love with but he doesn't feel the same as me and…and… It hurts because he doesn't want to risk it"

"He told you the reason" doubt Cash

"He said that we will find our destiny and we will be happy there because if he had accepted my feelings, we would both suffer" looking at his hands "I… It hurts because he's right but… It could have been differently and…

"Sometimes I think he wants to take care that you don't get hurt by him or any other fool"

"How do you do it" looks at him

"What thing?" Doubt

"You are alpha, but you are married to another alpha" he doubts too

"We both decided and we are happy, of course I like to dress like that because… It activates the flame of love" he smiles "but, it was never easy… I didn't want to harm him when I found out that he was destined for me and he took the decision for us, we left our old place and moved here where we are happy"

"They didn't think of…

"Son" he smiles softly "yes, always but we know that I can't and it's still not allowed to adopt couples of alpha men and no one wants to be with an Omega for that… So, we're just happy like that"

"And… Why don't they adopt me" she looks at him

"what" is surprised

"Yes, well… My family told me all that and I said I wouldn't follow their plan…" He thinks "I think they would sign those papers without any problem"

Joel was thinking about it, in those few days that were and that was the last communication with Brad. I just hoped it wasn't too much to ask for them while I was still on vacation and school didn't start.

When he looked around, he saw that Cash was crying and his door was opened at that moment by Tango. He felt that something was wrong and he preferred to stay close to the wall while…

"Honey" says Tango worried

"Yo…yes" he wipes a tear "oh little one" he stops and approaches Joel ignoring tango "don't be afraid, what you said didn't make me sad but happy" he hugs him

"What did he say" says tango watching the whole scene

"He… he said that we could adopt him as our son, since his family thought he was dead and they wouldn't have a problem signing those papers" she says while hugging him and caressing his hair

Joel could tell he had screwed up by the way Tango was looking at him and getting up to leave the room. He felt how Cash slowly let go of him and smiled at him to assure him that he was going to talk to Tango.

Meanwhile, he stayed a little longer in the room. He felt like he went too far, they were just being nice to give him a home until he started college but…

He felt the love and that's what he wanted until he could find his alpha or he could heal his wounded heart without brad's intention

He heard the door ring again and knew that he should be afraid, because he would surely ask him to leave for having ruined everything.

"Joel" says Tango

"I… I'm sorry, I didn't mean…

"You told a lie." He raises an eyebrow.

"No, I meant everything else…" She looks at him "but if I messed up, I apologize and…

"We just need your signature" he says

"what" is surprised

"Yes, I already stopped by your house… That's why I left those days and I only need your signature so that part of our family can sign" he smiles

"Tango" says Cash happily

"Only my signature" he says and takes it to read

"Yes, they already signed the rest and only yours to take it tomorrow and it would be official"

"Okay" he says and signs it "I…

"Thank you, now you are a Tango/Cash" he smiles

"Your last name is tango and yours is Cash" he is surprised

"Yes, Ray tango and he is Gabriel Cash" he smiles "but we call ourselves that because we like it"

[lovecolibri]

Finally watched the episode as well. I was not so impressed. It was a solid episode, but the fandom totally overhypes it. While i did like the emergencies going back to just emergencies without ten minutes of backstory nobody wants to see, it angered me sooo much that each cast member got a scene of how they were doing after a four month hiatus but Eddie (and Chris) nowhere to be seen. They could have easily cut some Buckley-Han family scenes for that. Is this too much to ask for? The final moments also didn‘t came anywhere close to how i felt after watching Eddie getting shot. Sure Buck hanging there was something, but i don‘t know i already moved on and am looking forward to next Monday. Eddie getting shot however still haunts me.

I'm sorry the episode didn't live up to the hype for you. It absolutely did for me for the most part though I agree that the lack of Eddie and the check-in for him and Chris was disappointing to say the least and given that the sperm donor arc is my absolute behated, I would rather have seen less drama about that and checked in with Eddie and Chris. We literally saw EVERY other main character at home with their family except for Eddie 😤😤😤 And after Eddie's arc was consistently one of the only things that fans and GAs liked about s5 it feels incredibly petty and disrespectful to sideline him so hard in s6 🤷🏻‍♀️

I loved the final minutes of the episode, and I absolutely got chills, same with seeing the preview for this week. I also love the shooting scene, but honestly 4x14 is Not It for me personally because *I* wanted more about EDDIE and more from his POV, and more from the firefam ABOUT Eddie like we're getting for Buck, and seeing the firefam and especially Bobby being there for Buck but instead all the scenes that SHOULD have gone to the firefam taking care of Buck or being at Eddie's house for his welcome home party, went to Tay Kay instead so KR could force her into the narrative. Plus Bobby got shot and we just never talked about that again and totally skipped any recovery even though Bobby had issues with pain meds and that could have been something to explore. So while the shooting scene itself is absolutely top tier, chef's kiss amazing, the episode as a whole is a mixed bag for me to say the least, while 6x10 really only had the sperm donor discussion that I didn't like because I don't see the point or what they're trying to accomplish with that arc since Buck isn't going to struggle at all with the difference between donor and dad, so I'm just tired of wasting screentime on it.

My general rule though is to keep my expectations, as much as I can, in the GROUND, so that I'm not disappointed. I forgot that lesson in s4 by foolishly thinking that after having Tay Kay humiliate Buck on purpose, call him a bad friend, and sneer at him about how needy he is (all because he asked her over as a friend to have his back in an uncomfortable situation when she thought it was gonna be for sex and all about her, and she wasn't prepared to actually step up and be a friend so she went out of her way to make things MORE uncomfortable for him out of spite), that it was a clue they would NEVER try to put them together. 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ My b. I forgot some women just looooove the idea of pulling "big strong men" down and putting them "in their place" because hashtag feminism or whatever. And after Tay Kay AND L who bragged about enjoying making Buck uncomfortable? It's not too hard to see what kind of woman character KR likes to project on to.

Anyway, sorry the episode wasn't everything you wanted, though it felt much more like a return to form for me, and like you said even the emergencies were back to how they used to be. Brad and JCC really do create magic together, and I hope this energy continues through the rest of 6b because after 6a was just...filler moments with the occasional spark, it felt really good to have that season 3 energy back. At least the cast is giving stellar performances no matter what and the fodder for fics is all sooooo delicious, so we're still getting fed!

[the-firebird69]

Blake Shelton - God's Country (Official Music Video)

So here we go again the incredible hulk is going to try and head it out but I'm already there and I have prototypes I heard what he said and now I'm going to announce it and he said no I don't think I should it's my song and they'll use it against me but it's a neutral zone it's hollowed ground he says it needs declaring it and I am too it's we're going to try or come back with small ships

Dave

Calling all cork calling old cork calling all Court and a cork of course this is your area we need all the ride on lawn mowers you can get in muster and all the lawn mowers every single lawn mower engine out there and to Wichita I'm going to start outfitting we're going to start factories we're going to start r&d everything is going to start there and don't forget the beer

Zues

Hera

We're heading out over we read you this is a cork I'm getting it up I'm getting our people and it says please try to get up too much but nude is welcome because it's your area we're moving out and we're going to wear clothes she respectful to our people here and we're going to wear decent clothes like overalls or a coveralls depending on what you call them and we're moving out and we're going to be there with our hats on and we're going to have a beer in hand and we know what to do we're going to start making these flymos and tons and tons of them

Acork

There you have it that's what's going to go on finally for real it's what we need I've been doing prototypes of what he's been talking about I got about five one of them is one of his motorcycle ideas to convert ebikes into a motorcycle it doesn't take too many parts and I've got a list for a famous One the other is a moped I've got a stitch car together I'll tell you what it does not take long it is a beautiful idea and the things rigid as hell it does require a frame and that doesn't take much either use aluminum alloy it's it's really strong it's stronger I would say than the steel no but it's lighter so it does really good and crash testing and I crash tested a lot of them I also made that small Baja car out of the Polaris four wheeler and it works great that thing flies he was right it goes like 180 miles an hour on the road and when you paint it nice it looks awesome and I did a cobra one he suggested a cobra but in copper and they have that and that's kind of what they call themselves out here these guys do so we're going to adopt it the king cobra I guess it's not bad and we're going to rock and roll okay we have a lot of stuff down there rolling out I had one more prototype it's for my light cycle so Brad will come down it is hollow ground Brad don't find it here we going to get our little ship s*** together there's no Little ships out here anymore none at all so it's going to be nice

Dan

We're moving out and we're going to go see what's going on right here there are lawn mowers on the move and the sons of them

Trump

We got factories down here lots of them we need them and we need to do this to get small ships that are in dry tunnels and there are some left in the Midwest there's like 200 of those and we're moving out

Acork

I did approve this they're making it but not that much but they're going to go there it's going to be intense

Bja

There's a lot of tunnels with ships in them folks they can't get there and they're in the Midwest there is about three times as many ships and they're little as there were around Florida and they're going to Wichita and they're going to make it their headquarters and they're going to start all these prototypes for all these different vehicles and ideas and we're going to have to assist you now

Thor Freya

We didn't really clean it like this but this is going to work what you want to do is prototypes for everything the beer the cars the motorcycles the the new food stores and new entertainment stores and entertainment facilities housing and you're right we're going to get a move on this is going to help things are really stymied and this is an exciting place there's a lot of factors here that can restart for r&d and doing prototypes and first runs it's beautiful beautiful idea and the history is awesome and the legend and lore are perfect they know that we're there somewhere and they want to come in and try and catch the best we have to be there

Frank Castle hardcastle

What an odd time he announced one of his actual names and legends and he's the hulk it goes back in time from the future so I want to see how strong he's going to be I want to hang around and see that it says I have to calm down and stop following me everywhere and harassing me and try doing the job getting me stuff then you have a reason to do it and that's a good idea

Dan

We're moving out on that one it's not a bad idea I see how it is you need some money to pay for gas before he gets a car it makes sense

Trump

Yeah I want to put the car before the horse

...

It kind of happened with Dave a little too

Olympus

[casspurrjoybell-25]

November - Chapter 9

*Warning Adult Content*

- Cooper -

Cooper had just gotten back from the grocery store when his cell-phone starts vibrating in his pocket.

He digs it out and sees Oliver's name on the screen.

"Let me guess, Brad ditched him again," he says under his breath.

"Hey, Oliver," he answers.

“Hey."

Oliver’s voice is quiet on the other end of the line.

"You need a hiking buddy?"

"Um..."

The young man is silent again for a few seconds and Cooper thinks he hears shaky breathing.

"Oliver? Is everything okay?"

"No. Brad just broke up with me," Oliver chokes out.

"Shit."

"He took the hire car and headed to the airport to fly back early. I don't know what to do. I didn't want to end the trip early but maybe I should have since he's not helping me pay for the lodge for the second week and even if I change my mind he's taken the car and I'll have to rent another one and..."

"Hey, hey, slow down," Cooper says.

"It's going to be okay. I'll leave my house in a few minutes and drive over to you and we can figure it all out. Don’t worry. I'll help you."

"I'm so sorry, Cooper, I..."

“Shh. Don't worry about it. And Oliver? I'm really sorry you're going through this. I'll be there as soon as I can. Take a hot shower or go for a short walk or something, okay?"

"Okay. Thank you."

Cooper hangs up his cell-phone and quickly puts his groceries away.

He was already feeling conflicted.

On one hand, he was elated that Oliver and Brad had broken up because Oliver deserved better.

But on the other hand, Cooper didn't want him hurting.

It was so shitty that Brad had done this in the middle of their trip and ruined yet another thing for Oliver.

                                                     ******

It took at least an hour to get from Forks to Port Angeles and Cooper wished he could have driven faster.

When he parked in front of Oliver's hotel, he texted him to say he was there and he responded with his room number.

His eyes were red and puffy, rimmed when he opened the door but Oliver tried to smile at Cooper.

"Thank you for coming. I didn't know what to do."

"I'm glad you called. And I'm sorry you two broke up and he left you here. Break-ups suck and I imagine they must suck even more when you're far away from home."

"Yeah. I tried to get him to reconsider but his mind was made up."

"He broke up with you?" Cooper asked softly.

Oliver nods.

"He was right when he said we haven't been happy for a while. If I'm being honest, I've been frustrated with him lately but I thought maybe we needed to talk about it or get counseling as I wasn't ready to give up."

Oliver looks to the side and shakes his head.

"I wanted him to be my husband someday."

Cooper feels a stab of guilt at Oliver’s words.

He clearly didn't know enough about their relationship or the extent of Oliver's feelings for Brad.

Had he meddled too much by telling Oliver that Brad wasn't treating him right?

"I'm sorry," Cooper says again.

"I'm here for you, for whatever you need. We can go for a walk or we can figure out your situation or eat a gallon of ice cream while watching a movie. Your pick."

- Oliver -

Oliver shouldn't have involved Cooper in this but he had no one else to call.

He was the only person he knew who was within a hundred miles of where he was.

Oliver felt bad that he'd driven over here because he'd panicked but he also wanted his comforting presence.

Cooper reached out and squeezed Oliver’s shoulder.

"Don't worry about the car. I'll drive you to the airport when it's time for you to fly back. That's one thing you can cross off your list of things to deal with."

"But that's a really long drive."

"Doesn't matter. And remember how much driving I have to do to get anywhere on the peninsula? An hour is nothing to me, so two or three hours isn't a big deal either."

Oliver sighs.

"I should call the lodge to see what the penalty is for cancelling and then go from there."

Cooper waits while Oliver calls and fortunately the lodge was understanding and only kept the deposit he had made when he'd reserved the room.

When Oliver hangs up, he tries to smile at Cooper but he felt miserable about having to end his trip early.

He didn't want it to be this way.

"Hey," Cooper says, reaching over and putting a hand on Oliver’s shoulder.

"How about instead of flying back early, you stay at my house? I can drive you around and we can do the rest of the things you had planned. I don't want you to miss out on the rest of your trip."

Oliver stares at him, shocked he would offer to help to that extent.

"Cooper, I can't accept that. You have your own life to get back to and better things to do than drive me around."

Cooper shrugs.

"Not really. It'll be a fun way for me to spend a week before I get back to work."

"You barely know me. This is a lot to do for someone you don't know."

"I'd do it for a friend, no questions asked and I consider you a friend. Do you not feel the same way?"

Oliver hesitates.

"I do consider you a friend but you're a new friend. A brand new friend."

Cooper grasps Oliver by both of his slim shoulders.

"Oliver, please, I want to help. I'm happy to see people discover where I live and enjoy being here. You just went through a break-up and you deserve something good right now."

Oliver’s throat tightens and he blinks back tears that threatened to form in his eyes.

Cooper didn't know how nice it was to hear that.

He had no idea what it meant to Oliver that he wanted to step up and help him out when he didn't owe him a thing.

He didn't even know how to begin to accept that type of kindness.

The right thing to do would be to turn him down but Oliver didn't want to.

He wanted to stay and hang out with him and against his better judgement, he gave in.

"Okay," he agrees.

"Hiking and exploring with you for a week sounds awesome. Thank you. Seriously, I don't know what to say."

Cooper pulls Oliver’s small frame in and wrapped his large arms around him in a bear hug.

"You're going to be alright."

Oliver sticks his face into Cooper’s solid chest and tries to keep it together but it was useless.

He'd been alone after Brad broke up with him, with no one to comfort him.

He couldn't stop myself from breaking down.

Cooper rocked them both back and forth and Oliver felt like he was completely surrounded by the other man.

Their bodies were pressed together and one of Cooper’s arms was around Oliver’s slim waist and the other around his upper back.

It was so soothing and the young man wanted to stay in his new friend’s warm embrace for hours but he knew he was making a fool of himself sobbing into this gorgeous man’s chest, so he tries to pull away.

"Oliver, it's okay."

"I'm sorry for this," Oliver hiccups.

"But you're like a giant teddy bear."

Cooper laughs at that, which made Oliver laugh.

It was in that moment that the young man felt like everything really was really going to be okay.

- Cooper -

Hearing Oliver cry broke Cooper’s heart.

He would have sat on the bed, pulled him into his lap and let him cry for hours but the young man seemed embarrassed, so the older man offered alternatives.

"I'm here to hang out with you all day if you want someone else around or I can leave you alone if you want to be left alone."

Oliver shook his head.

"I don't want to be alone."

"Are you up for going for a walk? There's a flat trail near the northern side of Lake Crescent that's easy but scenic. You can tell me the good and bad about your relationship and get it out of your system, if you think that'll help."

"That sounds... really nice, actually. I laid around in bed most of the day yesterday and I don't want to waste another day stuck in a hotel room. Getting outside will do me some good."

Oliver stepped back and wiped his face with his hands.

"Let me wash my face and make myself look like less of a mess and then we can go."

Cooper smiles at him.

"Sounds great. I'll be in the truck."

Cooper took Oliver to the Spruce Railroad Trail and they strolled along, walking over the fallen leaves that littered the trail.

It was overcast but fortunately it wasn't raining.

Cooper kept quiet and let Oliver clear his head.

After pausing to look out at Lake Crescent, Oliver finally spoke.

"I don't want you to think it was all bad. Brad was actually sweet and romantic in the beginning. Obviously things changed but it didn't start out this way."

"Of course it didn't. Things are always great at the start of a relationship,"  Cooper said softly.

"That's what made it so difficult. I knew I wasn't happy with how we were now but I kept thinking about how it was in the beginning and thinking that if we could just get back to that, things would be good again. I knew the kind of partner Brad was capable of being. He used to pay for us both when we went out to dinner and he made the effort to spend time with me. He even talked about bringing me with on some of his business trips. But the more I loved him, the more he seemed to pull away and everything changed. I don't know what I did wrong."

Cooper hated Brad for making Oliver feel like this was his any way at fault.

"You didn't do anything wrong, I guarantee it," Cooper insisted.

"It sounds like Brad changed or maybe he's not good at sustaining relationships. He probably likes the thrill of getting together with someone but doesn't want to put in the work and the time to continue to build a relationship. I've only known you for a week but from everything I've seen and heard, you're an amazing boyfriend. Any man would be lucky to have you. It's Brad's fault if he couldn't see that."

Oliver nodded, a sheen of tears over his big, brown eyes.

"I wish I would have known you sooner than now," he said, trying to smile.

"It would have helped to hear this and maybe I wouldn't have stayed with Brad as long as I did.”

"What did your friends think?"

“They didn't know all the details. I tried hard to be positive about our relationship, so I think people mostly only saw the good things. Brad could be really charming too and everyone liked him."

Cooper hadn't seen any of that charm but he guessed Brad had no reason to want to impress or befriend him.

Cooper wasn't of any use to Brad and they weren't going to see each other again after he and Oliver finished their trip and went home.

Cooper listened to Oliver talk about his relationship as they made their way up and down the trail.

It sucked to hear him talk about Brad in a positive way but Cooper knew this would help him.

Talking it out after a breakup had always helped him move on and he hoped it would do the same for Oliver. After they were done walking, the older man took Oliver out for dinner and bought his food for him.

Cooper wanted to make sure the young man was eating and that he felt like someone cared.

Before he went back into the hotel, Cooper gave him one of his now signature big hugs.

"Are you going to be okay tonight? If you want me to stay with you, I will."

Cooper hoped he wasn't coming across as wanting to take advantage of him.

He only wanted to support him and he wasn't trying to make any moves. Oliver smiled.

"Thank you for offering but I'll be okay. I'm going to be with you all the time starting tomorrow, so you should enjoy one more night of freedom.”

"You're not a chore or an obligation," Cooper gently scolded him.

"I'm looking forward to hanging out with you for the next week. Plus, I'll get to visit a lot of my favorite places and avoid a week of work."

"Is your dad going to be okay without your help?"

"Yep, it'll be fine. It's a short week anyway because of Thanksgiving."

"Thank you, again, for doing all this. I really appreciate it."

Cooper smiled again.

"I'm happy to help out. I'll pick you up tomorrow and we'll do something fun, okay?"

"Okay. Goodnight, Cooper."

"Goodnight, Oliver."

As Cooper walked to his truck, he couldn't help but smile to himself.

He was excited about getting to spend a ton of time with Oliver.

But despite that excitement, he reminded himself that Oliver had been through a break-up and didn't need someone coming onto him.

He was here to help and support him, so he resolved to ignore his own feelings and be the friend that Oliver needed.

[castle-dominion]

6x2 dreamworld

Castle still hasn't told becks that esposito thinks dreamworld is a thing. Or yk say "I heard abt it for derek storm"

There was only one existing "vial" of toxin? I mean like...

& then isn't US healthcare rly bad?

Is castle allowed in the investigation now?

"You told esposito?"

I think BRONSON thought it did

Lol castle, who is dying, is doing better than beckett.

Only an hour or two? how close is their thinking? he has 10-12 hours living & then another 1-2 hours?

reporter's gonna be dead

sleep when I'm dead" lol

RC: And if it doesn’t work out, I’ll be out of your hair by the end of the day.

RmC: Is he always such a character?

You know, cops lie to you all the time. Be careful.

Just having this convo in a coffee shop?

IDK much abt this, I've seen it before & I'm still confused.

RmC is talking so slowly...

Oh heck yeah, the sec of defense is SO hiding stuff.

He has a slight lisp, his S is an SH.

Beckett is too much of a homicide cop, she talks to people firmly instead of being polite to this guy.

If it indeed does exist.

Is he lying when becks asked him abt valkyrie?

how much of the toxin do they HAVE?

Wasn't that beckett's ringtone in earlier seasons?

If I'm not there tomorrow <3 <3 <3

Martha KNOWS something is wrong.

Oof those "see you tomorrow"s dsjlskdjfslkdjf

The washington monument lol.

Love dual citizenship.

K but how is the antidote administered?

& how MUCH toxin/antidote is there? Maybe it is a rly small thing & he DOES have it in his backpack but it's so small u didn't notice at first.

RC: Thanks. For letting me be a part of this.

Vilante: When you write your next novel, maybe you’ll find a place for a dashing Colombian American federal agent.

RC: Consider it done.

Rasheed: (laughs) You have a gift for making every fact sound sinister.

That's cops for ya.

But you left AFTER he did...

Oh he was following him & then they talked & then it didn't matter who left first.

Here's the plot: Rasheed saw Bronson holding the dead body of a young woman, Bronson pulled a gun on him, they kept it a secret.

Bronson thinks rasheed told someone.

He could come up with a lie like that, plenty of people do.

Btw bronson was in that car for ages, what if he exposed other ppl to that toxin babes? Also did they ever figure out who planted the aeresol toxin in his car?

"We've been trying to highlight things for years, we didn't realize that the highlighters were black" -the fbi

Not since typewriters. i & W. & the music too.

Love a good old transcript. https://dustjackets.fandom.com/wiki/6x02_transcript

INT – TWELFTH PRECINCT BULLPEN

KEVIN RYAN and JAVIER ESPOSITO exit the elevator.

KEVIN RYAN:

I just always thought that you and I would have kids together.

All the fangirls: wHat.?

(clipped)

Martha going to rysposito for help <3

Castle & his bad coffee lol.

It is his death, he can joke about it if he wants.

Lol typing.

Dun dun dun, valkyrie is the servant girl who is getting killed in there. Whoops.

Dun dun dun he mentioned dreamworld.

Vilante is me: But if he wanted to silence Bronson, why would he go to the trouble of setting him up first? And none of this explains the theft of the toxin.

So confused.

lmao waterboarding the truth out of secretary reed.

My man has a NICE house

"the woman whose husband is dying"

Ask him "then tell me who to actually ask about!"

rysposito calling beckett & castle's mom & all this stuff...kjsdkfhsjdk

She's smart but risked her job on it.

Also yeah castle is getting more shortness of breath, how long does he have now?

The reporter boy claimed the body of the servant agent?

Why would the reporter, Brad, have given up his information earlier in the episode then?

It's one of the oldest motives there is.

RC: I was given less than a day to live just a little less than a day ago

(i shouldn't find that funny)

Man has a nice apartment, too bad Castle doesn't have his writer vest tho

WOULD he have all that info in his house? is he that messy?

But maybe becks should call the doc anyway so he can administer it bro...

Oh now that is sick (so cool & poetic tho)

You & your stupid hunches <3.

Looks a bit like the guy from the show mum & lil bro are watching. oliver queen.

The sugarbowl

Also nobody knew he had an appointement for an interview with the wife? rly?

Castle *falls*

anTidote babe.

Oh Castle is going to wake up & trip this guy lol.

Oh it's mccord,, not castle. too bad. Good how she trusted her partner's hunches tho.

So castle almost dies & then makes a full recovery?

INT – HOSPITAL

KB: Castle.

Her voice is soft over the beep of the machines. She reaches out to stroke his neck.

KB: Castle.

He hums as he travels back into wakefulness.

KB: Hey.

She smiles.

RC: Hi. I had the strangest dream and you were there.

MR: Oh, thank God.

AC: Hey Dad.

RC: And you were there and you were there.

They grab is hand.

Pi: Hey Mr. C. I did some healing reiki on you. Looks like it worked.

RC: (dryly) And you were there.

(I love Pi. Lives in amsterdam where shrooms & weed are legal, lived in costa rica & went home with Alexis even tho he doesn't have a passport, later on becomes a bee counting biologist or smth, lights up sage, practices reiki, he is a very culturally learned man.)

Ooh th emusic djfksldfsdkjflskjd

Beckett chill, it's like when you let drug dealers off the hook bc they help with your murder investigation. You do that all the time.

That's what partners do <3 <3 <3

I think I got some clips from this one...

[ofstoriesandstardust]

⭐

director's cut ask game!

this one is from my White Christmas!AU. this was my favorite moment I wrote throughout all of ficmas. i feel like I really struggling to write Icemav well and I really struggle to nail down Iceman's character in general, so I loved getting to write this small, but goofy moment. i didn't mean to only refer to stuff from ficmas but I don't feel like the White Christmas!AU got enough love the first time around

-

“Hey, maybe it’ll be a Christmas miracle.”

He shakes his head, a sign he’s going to ignore what you’ve just said. “Well, maybe we need to go inside and have Brad warm you up.” 

Your cheeks warm at the suggestion. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

He chuckles, shaking his head as he feigns an innocent look. “Nothing at all, just that you’ve been spending a lot of time with him lately.” 

“Well, it’s not like there’s anyone else to hang out with up here!” You exclaim. He scoffs. 

“I’m not fun to be around anymore?” He asks, clutching a hand over his heart. You roll your eyes, moving to wrap your arm around your Dad’s, linking them together. 

“Never, you know I always want to hang out with you.” He hums, knocking his shoulder against yours. 

“If you’re tired of your old man, you can just say so.” 

You return his gesture, knocking his shoulder with your own. “Shut up.” 

He laughs softly as a silence falls between the two of you. You continue your walk when another breeze goes through, causing him to shiver this time. “Cold, Dad?” He shakes his head, a smile on his face as the two of you turn back to the house. “You know, maybe we should go inside and get Pete to warm you up.” You say, a teasing lilt to your voice. 

“What are you talking about?” 

You offer him a grin. “You know Daddy, if you like him...” 

“He’s just an old friend!” Your Dad protests, even thought the blush coloring his cheeks say differently. 

“Sure, you’re both old but doesn’t he just make you feel youthful, like love’s supposed to?” You tease to which he rolls his eyes. You squeeze his forearm, causing him to look down at you. “You haven’t dated anyone since Mom.” You say softly, looking at him honestly.

He sighs. “Because I had you sweetheart-”

“And I was your priority. And I love you so very much for that Dad. But I’m all grown up now. And I want you to have someone to grow old with. Or- grow older with. What is Pete, like 60?” 

“I’m 62.” He responds indignantly. You roll your eyes. 

“Whatever, you’re missing my point.”

“Wha- How do you even know I like men?”

You roll your eyes once more. “You’re not subtle. You make eyes at him.”

“I do not!” He protests. 

“Yes, you do. And even if you didn’t, you only talk about your Navy days if you’re talking about Pete, and you talk like he hung the moon and the stars for you. I’m not stupid Dad, I am your daughter after all.”  

He sighs as the two of you near the house. “Even if there was something—and I’m not saying there is—Pete and I- we had our chance and he wouldn’t- it’s complicated, sweetheart. He’s still married to the Navy and with the cancer, it wouldn’t be easy.” He whispers. 

“I just want you to be happy, Dad.” You say as the two of you walk up the front steps to the house. 

“I know, kid.” He says as you reach out to push the front door open, unlinking your arm from his. The two of you pause, watching Pete and Bradley fight over the phone, each speaking over the other. 

Bradley sees you first, kicking Pete’s shin and wrestling the phone away from his godfather as Pete winces. “We’ll call you back.” Bradley says abruptly, clearly cutting off whoever’s on the other end, hanging up the phone as the two of them turn to you and your Dad, guilty smiles on their faces. 

“Uh oh, that smile usually means you’ve gotten yourself in trouble with another admiral.” Your Dad says, walking closer to Pete. “Dare I ask what you’ve done now Pete?”

“Nothing!” He defends, voice two octaves too high and he clears his throat, a blush crawling up his neck.

[spaceyflowerswriting]

Hiii! I just wanna say I loved the “wrong idea” one shot for Jake sm 😭❤️ could I please request Jake X reader confessing to each other for the first time?

right idea (jake kim x reader)

details: fluffy oneshot, gender neutral reader but written in 2nd pov, general canon au but big deal lives in a big house together or something and nothing bad ever happened, you and jake are friends-turned-lovers

summary: you and jake confess to each other <3

a/n: HII im so glad u enjoyed "wrong idea" its one of my most favorite things i put up on this blog 😭😭💖 and ofc, thank u for requesting !! 💘 i wrote this as kind of like a pt 2 to wrong idea for a little more silly big deal antics, hope u dont mind >:]

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"Damn. Jerry was right about you two just napping together." The boy named nodded wisely as Brad continued, "But putting that aside, it's so obvious you guys like each other. What's the holdup?"

Jake could only thin his lips at that. "Honestly, I'm wondering the same thing."

Sinu lightly whacked his shoulder. "Well then get to it!"

Jake slapped him back, and not as lightly. "You JUST started dating Yeonhui a literal week ago while you've been pining for her for 10 whole ass years, don't try to scold me!"

"Okay, but--" Sinu struggled trying to come up with a counterargument while the rest of the men around laughed. "--No, listen! Take it from me as a lesson learned! If you don't act now, either you lose your chance or you'll die with your feelings!"

"Then I guess I'm taking my feelings to the grave."

Lineman exclaimed, "Are you kidding?! Where's the brave, courageous Jake we know?!"

"Okay, first off, you guys exaggerate my positive traits way too much. Secondly, even the strongest of people are weak in the face of love." As his friends groaned and started yelling about this and that, Jake just put his hands out in front of him and waved them. "Alright! I get it! But you guys should see where I'm coming from. I know it sounds cheesy but..." He sighed in embarassment, rubbing at his nape. "I just don't want to ruin what I have with them."

"Dude, they obviously like you, too," Jason deadpanned, "You're not gonna ruin anything. You'll actually make everything better if you confess. I promise."

"We promise," Brad corrected as Jason rolled his eyes and Lineman and Sinu were nodding along to the statement.

Jake just scrunched his nose. It was reassuring to see how encouraging his friends were, but it didn't ease the uncertainty in him. He felt confident if he confessed and you rejected, he could easily pretend nothing happened between you two but he was worried about what you would do. Ultimately he'd understand if you didn't want to stay friends with him after that but then he'd just wish he kept his mouth shut so you two could continue your friendship.

He snapped out of his worried thoughts when he felt Jerry's hand on his shoulder.

"The choice is yours to make, Jake. We're here to support you no matter what."

"Thanks, Jerry," Jake replied with a little laugh. "I'll see what I decide to do."

Sinu clicked his tongue. "Now or never, little brother."

Jake sighed.

~

For the first time in his life, Jake Kim gave in to peer pressure. Well, not really, he did want to do this, too, but it was also definitely peer pressure. After some "mean encouragement" from Samuel and his friends "threatening" to be his wingmen ("No, you guys can't be there when I confess"), he finally gathered the courage to tell you his true feelings.

As important as this was for him, he didn't want to be dramatic about it. It'd be quick and casual, and maybe that'd make it easier to gloss over if you didn't feel the same.

"Wait, but that might make them think I'm joking." Jake shook his head. "No, I already set up the tone. They know when I'm joking and when I'm not, and I told them I had something important to tell them." Least he could do was hope you wouldn't burst into laughter.

He ended up laying in his bed and staring at his ceiling for a few minutes, doing his best to calm his heartbeat until you finally entered his room.

"Did you get in trouble?" was the first thing you asked as you peeked your head in.

"Kind of." A nervous smile was beginning to form on his lips as you shut the door behind yourself and joined him in bed, flopping down next to him.

You had a goofy smile on your own face, reflecting the lighthearted mood. "Okay, so what happened? It's so serious you have to tell me in person?"

"I'm afraid you wouldn't believe me otherwise," he hummed, before awkwardly going silent. He cleared his throat as you stared and quietly continued, "Listen, uh. I'm not good at this kind of thing, so I'm just gonna come out and say it."

At this point you were starting to get an idea of where this was going. Still, you wouldn't believe it 'till you heard it--

"I love you."

Oh. He really didn't hesitate, huh?

You felt like you were sweating rivers, leaving your throat completely parched. Of course the feeling was mutual, but you just needed a few seconds to take this in and make sure it was real.

The silence you gave Jake made him start blushing.

"Do you... do you feel the same, too?"

You slowly nodded.

"Thank god." Jake slapped his hands over his face, beginning to laugh as relief settled in. "I had a feeling you felt the same, but I didn't want to get overconfident."

Some blush entered your cheeks as you wondered if you ever made your crush look obvious. "Well... good thing I like you back, then."

"...Yeah."

There was an awkward pause as you two took a moment to process what the hell just happened. You, confused and still in disbelief; Jake, glad and mildly surprised you didn't reject him. The feeling in common, though? The strangeness felt with the tension still in the air. The unspoken was already said and yet the both of you were tense.

"So." Jake turned to lay on his side and face you, propping his head up with an elbow. "Are we dating now?"

You glanced at him. "I mean if two people say they like each other and want to date one another, then yeah?"

"That makes sense."

There was another pause that painfully dragged on until you both made proper eye contact. As soon as that happened, laughter broke out.

"I-I'm sorry," Jake tried to say between laughter, "This is just... this went a lot better than I thought. Like, way more smoothly than anticipated."

"And a lot more awkward," you added, also between laughter, as you slowly eased up. "I mean, I don't know what I expected but laying in bed with you as you casually blurt out, 'I love you'?"

"Okay, that's on me. I wanted this to be more romantic, too, but I was nervous, alright? At least I actually initiated the confession."

You playfully rolled your eyes. "Well, to be fair, I was also thinking about confessing. Maybe I'd never get around to doing it, but it's the thought that counts!"

And now it was his turn to roll his eyes. "Yeah, right."

Addressing the awkwardness was all it took to make you both feel more comfortable, it seemed, because the next quietness that fell was much more peaceful.

It lasted until Jake said, "I'll take you on a really romantic date tomorrow to make up for this bad confession."

"Yeah?" You smiled at him, a mischievous twinkle in your eye.

He reflected it back. "Count on it. For now though... we should do something with how anticlimactic my confession turned out." As you raised a brow, red entered his cheeks and his gaze fell to the side. "Nevermind. The more I think about this, the more I feel like cringing--"

You were already laughing. "No, no, say it."

Jake Kim was not about to give in to peer pressure again. But you were his partner now so nevermind. "I was just gonna say..." He looked back at you. "We should do the cliche thing and kiss like characters in a romance movie do after confessing to each other." Immediately you burst into more lighthearted laughter and he groaned while falling back down to lay on his bed. "I told you it was cringy..."

You teased, "C'mon, this is real life, Jake. Things like that don't happen."

He just replied in a singsong voice, "Well, with you my life's a movie."

"Oh, shut up!" You couldn't help but laugh even more at his cheesiness and he took the chance to pull you in. "Hey--!"

"At least allow me to do this." He didn't wait for your reponse as he gave your cheek a kiss, pulling away with a grin. Seeing your flustered expression was enough for him.

As for you: you felt pretty satisfied, too. This wasn't the first time he had kissed your cheek, but it was with him as your boyfriend.

You could definitely get used to this.

[mrshollandstansprouse]

A/n: do I did bucky, now peter. I wrote for fun? And for me. So if you don't like it just know I don't either lol. I read ALOT of smut but I don't write it much. So here we go.....

Summary: you and Peter have to share a room... enemies to lovers (The best kind of smut)

On a school field trip, with my best friend Mj. She has weird taste, she us hanging with Brad. And she is the one who invited peter and ned to hang with us. I wanna smack her, I hate peter and ned is so fun he is like a gummy bear. Me and peter have hated each other forever! Since we were little, ok so he is physically attractive, and is so smart. And if he didn't hate my guts I would date him, BUT I HATE HIM!

"Imma go with Brad! So Y/n just stick with the guys!" She says and runs off. "Y/n you don't need to hang with us!" Peter complains, "No no she stays!" Ned defended me. I laugh, "this is my group you joined! Parker! If you wanna leave ill have fun with Ned?" You suggest. He rolls his eyes, and turns around. Heading into the hotel we were staying at, it was very nice. It was fancy but small, like 50 rooms total. The teacher started pairing people off. Since Peter forgot his 'important glasses' we were the last in line to get a room.

After hours of waiting, and endless jokes. We finally got a room. 'Alright fo- why are there 3 of you?' The teacher asks. "Well I wasn't gonna go but we let the teacher know a few days ago that I was." I say. He nods, "problem! We have 1 room and 2 boys one girl!" He yells to another teacher. Every room was filled, all the girls were piled into like 5 rooms.

He let us all stay in the same room, "No funny business allowed" I laughed so hard. We get to the room, and see 2 beds. One queen and one twin.

"I call the-' I was cut short by ned running to the twin bed. "I call this!" He yells. "ABSOLUTELY not!" He looks at me in disappointment. "Ned you have to share with Peter." I state, "No way! He cuddles at night!" He complains. "Yeah you think I wanna cuddle with parker!?" I laugh and argue. "Yeah you guys should be a couple!" He says excited. I fake puke, "nope!" I say too quickly. "Answer faster" he mutters.

Later the boys were watching star wars, and I decided to shower. I grabbed some shorts and a huge t shirt.

PETERS POV

We were watching a movie and waiting for Y/n to get out of the shower. 'So you and Y/n?' He brings up. I have had a crush on her forever! When I was little I would make fun of her, and I guess I never stopped? I wish I did. Maybe we would be friends or more! Atleast I get to spend time with her now. She is friends with MJ so I see her more often.

'There is nothing between me and her. She is pretty and I'm me. She is perfect! Has perfect grades! And a perfect life!...' i start to ramble about everything I love about her. Saying it hurts and makes me love her even more. 'Peter its so obvious you like her! Why are you rude to her?' He asks. 'I don't like her! And I'm not rude!'

'Dude yes you do, you were stari....' i stop listening, as the bathroom door opens. She comes out, her hair is wet, and she is wearing MY SHIRT?! I dont care how she got it, she looks so good in it. It goes past her little shorts, that curve on her perfectly. Everything looks good on her.

'PETER!?!' ned snaps me back to reality, where she hates me.

'Sorry' I apologize. He shrugs it off and we go back to the movie. I look over and see her on OUR bed. She puts her clothes away and then grabs her charger. And plugs her phone into the lamp, the outlet on the thing. She opens snapchat, I can see the yellow glow in her y/c/e. The most beautiful i have ever seen, I could stare at them forever. She answers a text from MJ, and then closes it. She looks straight at me, 'what?!' She asks me.

"You are uh wearing my shirt?" I tell her. She looks down, "oh I uh stole it from neds house..." she laughs, her laugh us like a million angels singing in my ear.

"Do you want it back or?" She asks, "No No keep it!" I want her to have it. She shrugs and watches the movie with us.

Later (back to ur pov)

I lay down on the bed and put my phone away, I say goodnight to ned. Then see already sleepy peter. GOD HE IS TOO CUTE FOR THIS WORLD! I lay down and face my back to him, he places his arm on my waist. Ned was right he cuddles, did ned find that out the hard way?!?! I start to fall asleep when Peter's grip tighten and he comes closer. He is now pushed up against my back, crotch in my butt. I can feel him, OMG! He is having a wet dream!

He is softly grunting and is pulling me closer, basically fucking me through my shorts! I wanna wake him up without him knowing I'm awake. I slowly starts shifting, I turn to face him. And I guess I completely ruin his dream. He wakes up and sits up. And whispers to himself, 'You fucking idoit' I choke back a laugh. 'You are parker' I say softly. His eyes widen and he looks down, 'Y/n I'm so sorry, I was just...I...Don't....Will..How...." he gives up.

'I was about to go to sleep when you started thrusting into me in ur sleep.' I explain holding back more laughs. 'I'm so sorry! I guess after seeing you and spending time with you...feeling arrived and old ones and I just.... I swear it will never happen again. Please don't tell anyone." He begs. All I heard was he had/has feeling for me. I look at him and then kiss him. I dont know what I'm doing and am about to pull away when he grabs the side of my faces and kisses me back. The kiss deepens, his hand travels from my hair, down my face down my neck to my chest. He brings his hands to the end on my/ his shirt and starts taking it off of me. Breaking our kiss just to take off my shirt, then immediately reconnecting. He brings me closer to him, and I straddle his lap. His hands go to unhook my bra.

He throws it anywhere, THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION OF NED! Then he pulls away, and admires my body for a second. Then very suddenly he shifts, so I'm under him. I let out a small shriek when he moved me. 'I need you to be quiet love' he whispers into ear. It send shivers down my spine, I like the nickname. His kisses at my neck going lower with everyone. He goes down my chest and stomach, and stops at my shorts line. He takes his fingers and hooks the top, before removing he looks up at me. I nod giving him CONSENT. He pulls them off of me, and looks back up. Before kitten licking my clit, I was wet enough! He takes his fingers and rubs over where his tongue once was. I hold back a moan. He takes that finger and slowing moves it into me. I place my hand over my mouth to keep me from moaning. He starts moving his finger in and out, curling and hitting every good spot. He goes back with his tongue his finger still working wonders. He starts to devour me. I remove the hand from my mouth and grab his curls. I pull at his hair a little bit, he grunts into me, sending more pleasure into my core.

His finger movements get faster faster. And the knot starts to form in the pit of my stomach, and I can feel it tighten.

'Fuck! Peter just like that!' I moan quietly. 'You are just a dirty little girl aren't ya?' I wanna say something back but I can feel my orgasam coming through.

He goes faster with his tongue too, I can't contain it anymore. 'I'm so close Pete' I warn him, 'cum darling' that all i need. Hus words push me off the edge, I let go all over his face. He slows down and guides me through my high, the removes his face from in between my legs. He kisses me and I can taste myself on him, but I don't mind. He removes his shirt and pants.

'Ready?' He asks, I nod. 'Say it love' he demands/asks. 'Please peter!' I nearly beg. 'What? Do what?' He says, a smirk on his lips. 'Please fuck me!' He makes me beg for him. He lines up with my entrance, and then thrusts into me. He gives me time to adjust, 'so tight darling' he says.

He starts to thrust in and out. The feeling of pain and pleasure combines. I place my hand over my mouth, with the other grab onto the sheet of the bed.

He goes faster and faster, one of his hands goes to my hip, the other goes around my throat. He starts slamming into me, hitting my walls. I can feel everything. He gets sloppier and messier. I can tell neither of us is gonna last any longer. I can feel my second orgasam of the night approach. The knot gets tighter, my eyes squeeze shut. It feels incredible and it hurts woth every thrust at the same time.

'Pet- gonna- cu-Fuck!' I think he got it. 'Me too darling! Fuck!' It doesn't take much longer before the knot bursts. He keeps going for a little bit longer before his cum coats my walls. He guides both of us through out highs.

He slowly pulls out on grabs a cloth and cleans us up. He lays next to me, 'I have liked you for a long time!' He says breaking the silence, 'me too' I can't see him but I know there is a smirk on his face. 'Y/n will you go out with me?' 'Yes!'

We fell asleep cuddling that night. The next morning started our new relationship. When ned found out how it happened he was disappointed and disgusted that we did it with him in the room.

A/n: Thanks for reading making more tomorrow!