#Andy x Deceit

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Title: A Small Discussion Fandom: Sanders Sides/Shorts Pairing: Andy x Janus Summary: Andy wrapped an arm around Janus' shoulders and the two just lied there as a peaceful silence fell upon them. "…My offer of scaring Virgil still stands." AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44728522

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[ellerosie2332]

Honey Flower

Floriography – The Language of Flowers 

Andy Barber x Fem!Reader 

Summary: You knew that getting involved with a married man wasn’t the smartest choice. But the love you held for Andy made all the pain worth it. Wasn't it? 

Word Count: 7k 

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Smut (P in V, Fem receiving oral), Cheating (Not on reader), Swearing, Drinking, Marriage problems, Divorce, Age gap (Specific ages not mentioned), Mention of pregnancy. I think that is all but let me know if I missed anything. This is 18+ only. Minors DNI. 

(A/N: This is my entry for @starryevermore's Welcome to Angst City™ Writing Challenge. I honestly don’t know how good this I so any feedback is welcome. Please do not copy my work. Reblogs are welcome. 

Prompts: How Do You Say ‘Fuck You’ In Flowers? + Fifth Floor + Chris’ Pretty Boys: Andy Barber) 

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You have always loved flowers. Believing that there is more to them that then actual blossom. The Victorians used to use flowers as a way of communication. They would gift each other flowers to send a message. You studied floriography from a youthful age. Fascinated by how flowers could mean so much. They weren’t just for romance. The yellow hyacinth meant jealousy, the orange mock meant deceit and the trumpet flower meant separation.  

Flowers could also be given platonically, between mother and child or between friends. Pussy willow meant motherhood, moss meant maternal love and freesia meant trust or friendship. Working as a florist was magical to say the least. You watched as people tried to woo each other. You saw how people begged for forgiveness. Being able to make different arrangements for different circumstances was always a joy. Weddings, proposals, begging for forgiveness. There were also some not so great, arrangements for example funerals or when one person was dishonest with another.  

You grew up in England, living in the countryside, near the fields where wild flowers grew. Your favourites being daisies, which meant innocence or gentleness, asters which were a symbol of love and ivy which meant wedded love. Marriage. Something you had always wanted.  

When you were in your mid-twenties you moved to Massachusetts. Your Grandfather was sick and was requesting your presence. You barely knew him and only had met him a few times as a kid, but who were you to deny a dying man his final wishes. Turns out your Grandfather was fairly rich. Nothing dramatic but when he did eventually pass on he left you enough to start your own floristry shop in Newton.  

Your parents were going to stay in America too, to be closer to the family you grew up without. So, you decided to accept the money and open your shop ‘Floriography.’ You sold all kinds of flowers, each with the meaning provided. You hoped that when people came in that they would appreciate the knowing what the flowers meant. There was a small apartment above the shop where you could stay. Everything was going perfect in your life.  

*** 

‘Floriography’ was popular. Many people came in for their anniversaries and were so impressed that they often came back. Every bouquet you made was made with love. No two were the same. You wanted to make sure that each bouquet was personal and met the customer’s needs.  

About four months after you opened, a man walked in, and you were instantly intrigued. He was tall with dark hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He walked with confidence in an expensive suit but there was some sense of calmness around him. You instantly felt intimidated by him he obviously held some kind of power. He walked up to the desk where you were standing, working on a bouquet of pink roses (perfect happiness) for an anniversary and was patiently waiting for your attention. 

You smiled up at him and asked him to just wait a second as you put the final additions on the bouquet before you gave him your full attention.  

“How can I help you?” You smiled trying not to give away your nervousness. 

“I just came in to have a look, you see my wife has been stressed lately and I wanted to get her something to cheer her up.” His voice was silky and calm.  

“Well, I can make you a custom bouquet for her if you like.” I offered. I had seen this many times a husband coming in to cheer up their partner. 

“Would you mind?” He asked hopefully. “I noticed that you have the meanings of each flower written down so I assume you would know how I can express my appreciation of her?” 

I was more than happy to help him. It reminded me of why I enjoyed my job so much. 

“Of course, well I could use a wild pansy, which means ‘you occupy my thoughts”? Or calla lilies which means ‘magnificent beauty’?” 

He interrupted you. “She does like calla lilies, and they have a great meaning.” His accent coming through strongly compared to your British one. 

“Well, they would look lovely with a little holly, which means domestic happiness. And forgive me if I am overstepping here, but as you are in my shop purely to cheer her up I believe that holly would be appropriate.” 

He let out a small chuckle. “You are not overstepping and yes I would like to this we live in ‘domestic happiness.’ Well, you’re the expert so I will leave it to you.” 

“That’s great. So, I will have these ready for collection tomorrow if you would like to collect them? If not fill out this card and I can deliver them for you.” I smiled at him. 

“I’ll collect them after work tomorrow if that’s okay. I think coming straight from me will mean more to her. Anyway, thank you so much for your help I really appreciate this.” He grinned at me. “I’ll see you tomorrow…” he looked down at the name tag on my apron “…Y/N” 

“I’ll see you then.”  

He walked out of the shop and back down the street. I let out a breath that I didn’t know I was holding in. Occupying yourself with getting ready to prepare his bouquet. 

*** 

The next day at around 7:30pm, half an hour before you closed, the man came in to collect his bouquet. It was calla lilies separated and decorated with a little holly, so not to take the attention away from the centre. You wrapped a light pink ribbon around it and tucked your small business card in the ribbon.  

The look on the man’s face was everything you hoped for. Working in floristry helped you read people’s emotions. Whether they liked your flowers or wanted an adjustment, the hopefulness that their significant other would appreciate them and, the least used one, whether they would want to come back again. 

“These are beautiful!” The man complimented me. I smiled in return and offered them to him. He took them in his large hands, admiring them.  

“I hope your wife likes them.” You grinned. It filled you with joy to see someone happy with your creation.  

“I think she will, thank you so much. I might just come back.” He looked at you as he spoke. He had an authoritative voice which intimidated you slightly, but you remained professional.  

“I hope you do. Enjoy your evening…” You smiled at him, hinting that you was yet to find out his name. 

“Andy. Andy Barber.” He said softly. “Have a good night.”  

I watched as he walked out of my shop again. You were intrigued and intimidated by him. He was obviously caring if not he wouldn’t have bought flowers for his wife. He also spoke to you in a gentle voice, he was appreciative of you despite your short encounters. However, you could tell he could be firm when he wanted to be.  

*** 

Andy came in often after buying his first bunch of flowers. Sometimes he used red chrysanthemums which meant ‘I love you’ or multicoloured roses which meant ‘you’re everything to me.’ Few times he had used tulips which symbolise love and passion. 

A few months later Andy came back but this time he had someone with him. It was Mother’s day coming up and Andy had brought his son Jacob in to buy some flowers for his mother. Your heart fluttered at the gesture. Even though you see this all the time, there was something about Andy bringing his son in. You now knew that Andy was the Assistant District Attorney. As you were from England, you weren’t entirely sure on the ins and outs of his job, however, you knew he was a lawyer and an important one at that. 

There was something about seeing Andy so domesticated that you liked. You had to admit to yourself that you were in fact attracted to this kind man. Despite your attraction you respected the laws of marriage too much to allow it to go any further than a crush.  

As soon as you looked up, your eyes met Andy’s. You smiled gently and moved round the counter to greet them. You noticed Jacob looking around at different flowers before turning to you. 

“Do you know the meaning to all flowers?” He asked, obviously noticing the labels you had set out. 

“Well, most of them I do. What are you looking for?” You asked him gently. He just looked around again not answering you. Andy spoke up instead. 

“Something for Laurie for Mother’s day” 

You nodded and had a think. Andy had bought bunches of flowers from you for months. You looked around as you did and started to imagine the different flowers as bunches. 

“How about some carnations. They mean love, platonic or romantic. They are often used for Mother’s day?” You suggested. You looked at Jacob who didn’t have a clue at what you was going on about. “Or just roses again they mean love and can often being used as gifts to Mums.” 

Andy looked at Jacob who shrugged his shoulders. “I’ll let you think about it. It’s an important decision to make.” You smiled at them and went back behind the counter working on a different bouquet. After a minute Jacob came up to me looking nervous. 

“Um.. can I have a bouquet of carnations please?” He asked.  

“Sure” You smiled back. “I’ll have them ready by tomorrow morning” 

“Thank you.” Andy came forward to pay before thanking me and him and Jacob went to exit. 

*** 

Two months after Mother’s day, you had just closed the shop and went upstairs for the evening. After a meal you sat on your sofa with a glass of wine. There was a movie on, but you couldn’t think of what the title was, you weren’t really paying attention to it as you were dozing off.  

When you woke up again it was to your phone going off. However, it was not your personal phone, but your work phone. Usually, you would turn it off after work, but you had been so tired that it slipped your mind. Getting up you go to look at the phone. It comes up as a random number, which isn’t surprising since it is the one on your business card. 

“Hello?” You ask, trying to be polite but looking at the clock you realise that it is gone one in the morning.  

“Y/N? It’s Andy.” You could tell he was drunk. His words were slurred, and he sounded upset. 

“Andy? Do you know what time it is?” 

“I know and I am sorry, but I don’t know what else to do.” he sounded vulnerable. 

“What’s happened Andy?” You barely knew the guy and he is calling you at stupid-o’clock in the morning. 

“It’s… Laurie has been cheating on me. For months now. Apparently, it’s my fault.” He choked out. 

“I’m really sorry to hear that Andy.” You tried to be sympathetic towards him, but you were still confused as to why he was calling you. 

“Y/N I know I am drunk, and I know you won’t believe me, but I am actually relieved. I am relieved because I think… I think that I am falling in love with you.” 

“Andy, you’re right, you’re drunk, and I don’t believe you. You need to get some rest. Do you have somewhere to stay?” You don’t know why you are worried about him; you hardly know him; and he just drunk called you to confess his love for you after his wife cheated on him. 

“No, but I am outside your flower store.” You ran over to the window and saw him standing outside of the phone to you. 

“Hang on, I’ll get some shoes on.” Staying on the phone to him, you got on some shoes and ran down to let him in. 

“Andy why are you here?” You asked. He started sobbing. You could smell the alcohol on him. 

“Why wasn’t I good enough? Why did she have to cheat on me?” He wrapped his arms around you as he cried uncontrollably. 

“I don’t know Andy, come on let’s get you inside.” You lead him up the stairs to the flat above. 

“I know I am drunk, but I mean it. I really like you Y/N, but I never wanted to do anything to jeopardize my marriage. I suppose now it does not matter anymore. I have nothing else to lose.” He confessed.  

When Andy walked into your shop for the first time you were unbelievably attracted to him but the minute, he mentioned his wife you backed off. Not allowing yourself the pleasure of letting your crush grow. However, now here he was, Andy Barber, standing in your living room after admitting he liked you.  

“Andy…” You sighed, “You’re drunk and hurt, and well within your rights to be both right now. So, I am not going to take your words to heart right now. Instead, I am going to get you a glass of water and some painkillers for the morning alright?” He nodded in response. 

You moved round you kitchen getting what you needed from there before heading to the airing cupboard to grab some extra pillows and blankets.  

“Okay,” You started as you went back into the living room, to see Andy sitting on the sofa head in his hands before you busied myself with sorting everything out. “I got you what you might need. My room is the one on the right if you need anything.” You looked towards him when I didn’t get a response. “Andy are you gonna be okay?” You asked. 

“I’m sorry Y/N, I shouldn’t have come here.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I shouldn’t be here at this time, we’re not friends, you hardly know me, I show up at one thirty in the morning, confess that my wife cheated on me, confess my love for you and you are still being nice to me. Most people would have told me to fuck off by now.” 

“Okay, first of all I am glad you came here, rather than wandering the streets drunk off your arse in the middle of the night. Secondly, we might not be close friends, but we have met enough times for me to care what happens to you. Third of all, I don’t know if your love confession is because you are drunk or not but if you remember it by the morning we can talk about it. Lucky for you I am one of the few people that wouldn’t have told you to fuck off.” You smiled at him. He nodded in return before settling down on the couch. 

“Night Andy.” You turned the light off as you walked away, hearing a small ‘night’ in return. 

*** 

When you woke up in the morning you remembered that you had Andy Barber sleeping on your couch. Quickly getting up and ready for the day, you made your way to the living room where you saw him pacing the floor. All the blankets were folded neatly and put at the end of the sofa. Andy hadn’t noticed you come in yet and he was still pacing. 

“Andy?” You asked quietly, so that you didn’t startle him. It didn’t work very well as he jumped slightly as the sound of your voice. 

“Y/N. Hi” he breathed. He was clearly nervous, and you couldn’t work out if it were because he had no recollection of last night and he basically woke up in a strangers house, or if it was because he remembered enough from last night and was dreading the inevitable conversation. 

“I wanted to apologize.” Andy said. “I came he unannounced and uninvited at a ridiculous hour and I am sorry for that.” 

“You don’t have to be sorry Andy; you were in a right state last night and I am glad you came here instead of doing something you would of regretted.” I empathised with him. 

“It’s just, I didn’t know what else to do… you don’t want to hear about my problems.” He sat down from pacing, and you sat down next to him. 

“You can tell me Andy.” 

“I don’t have any family apart from Laurie and Jacob. When I found another man’s shirt under the bed along with her smelling of another man’s cologne, I had no one else to turn to. All my friends are Laurie’s, and I don’t want to have to put them in that position.” 

“I get that Andy. And I don’t blame you for not wanting to put your friends in between you two.” You took a second as you braced yourself for what you were going to ask next. “Do you remember what you told me last night?” You couldn’t look at him. 

“Yes.” 

“Did you mean it?” 

“Yes.” 

You looked up at him to find that his bright blue eyes were looking into you Y/E/C’s. 

“Now that I am sober I am going to tell you again. You are not going to avoid the question I ask this time.” He whispered. You could feel his breath on your face, it still smelt slightly like alcohol, but you could tell he was no longer drunk. 

“Y/N. I really like you. Do you have any feelings for me?”  

You nodded your head. 

“Words princess.” 

The nickname sent a shiver down your spine. 

“Yes. I do.” 

“I’m gonna kiss you now. If you don’t want me to, all you have to tell me is to stop.” He looked directly into your eyes as he leant forward even closer to you than he already was. 

You didn’t say anything as he brushed his lips against yours. He pulled away slightly evaluating your reaction before coming towards you again kissing you with much more force. 

He ran his tongue across your bottom lip, silently asking for entrance. You allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth before yours started to dance with it. You wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him closer. His hands went to your hips and pulled you to sit on his lap. You kissed for what seemed like hours before you pulled apart. Both of you realising that oxygen was necessary. 

“God I have wanted to do that since the day I met you.” He confessed. He looked at you with vulnerability. 

“So have I Andy.” You had barely finished your sentences before his lips were on yours again. Kissing you with even more passion than before, he slid his hands under your thighs and lifted you up. He continued kissing you as he made his way to your bedroom.  

Once he entered, he laid you down on the bed, hovering over you as your mouths stayed connected. After a minute or two, Andy moved his lips down your neck, sucking on the sweet spot just below your ear, making you moan his name. 

“This doesn’t have to go any further than this sweetheart.” Andy reassured.  

“I want you Andy.” You whispered pulling Andy closer. You knew this was wrong, he was still married and had only caught his wife the night before, you didn’t even know if they were officially separated. Although, with Andy sucking on the skin of your neck, you couldn’t think clearly. Moving his lips down, you started moaning holding him by his hair. He sat up and pulled you up with him, he took his shirt of before lifting yours off as well.  

You weren’t wearing a bra, so your top half was completely exposed to him. You automatically moved your hands around your breasts, suddenly feeling self-conscious. However, he at once moved your hands and whispered a quiet “You’re beautiful” before laying you back down to remove your sleep shorts. You were now in your underwear, whilst Andy still had is trousers on. You moved your hands down and tugged at his trousers hinting at him to take them off. 

He understood what you wanted and wasted no time in taking them off. He hovered back over you, kissing up your legs on his way back up. Andy pressed a kiss to your clothed heat. Your breath shuddered as he did this and you lifted your head to see him smirking before repeating the action. 

Andy hooked his fingers in your panties before slowing removing them too. He moved back up and positioned his face back in front of your mound. “You ready Flower?” You let out a shaky breath at the nickname but answered with a small ‘yes’. That’s all Andy needed before he started eating you out like a starved man. Immediately you started moaning his name repeatedly. It didn’t take long for you to finish. The slight beard burn and Andy’s hands slowing rubbing you thighs is what sent you over the edge. You practically screamed Andy’s name as he carried on through you high.  

When you came down again you lifted your head back up and looked him in the eye as he crawled back up towards you. He kissed you hard again, teeth clashing and a mix of your release and saliva evidently present as you are desperate to be close to each other. You don’t even notice as he shimmies his boxers down his legs. You suddenly feel his hard length against your leg which causes your breathe to hitch for what seems like the hundredth time. Your lips parts but stay close together as you look into each other’s eyes.  

You feel him adjusting his cock and then slowly pushing into you. Your lips collide again, the kisses becoming sloppy as Andy waited a few minutes for you to get used to him. Eventually he moved. Slowly, moving in and out. 

“Harder, Andy please…” Your whispered breathlessly before moaning loudly. You hear him grunt as he picks up the pace. He moves his hands to cup your face and you wrap your legs around his waist. Loud moans of each other’s names and the banging of the headboard against the wall is all that can be heard in the room. Andy gets quicker and moves one of his hands down to your clit and starts rubbing it. 

“Cum for me Flower.” The name along with the hoarse sound of his voice sends you over the edge. Screaming his name repeatedly. Eventually, you come down from your second high of the morning he pulled out and released on your stomach shouting your name. Andy rolls off of you and lays next to you. He links his hand in yours as he looks over at you. Feeling his eyes on you, you turn your head. 

“That was…” He started. 

“Amazing? Yeah it was. But your married.” You sighed and looked away. Andy rolled on to his side and brought his hand to your cheek, gently tilting your head to face him. 

“Yes I am. I won’t be for much longer. You have nothing to feel bad about.” 

“You’re not going to try and work things out with Laurie?” You asked shocked. 

“I don’t think so no. It wasn’t a one-night thing for her. She had been cheating on me for months. I thought she was stressed with work, instead she was sleeping with someone else. For months I was buying her flowers, helping her out more, picking Jacob up from school, all to help her relax. In return she was using my kindness to hurt me. If she had a one-night stand then maybe, we could work something out. But now? No.” He confessed. 

“What about just now? Was that a one-time thing?” You asked. “I don’t want to be someone you used to get revenge on your wife.” You suddenly felt insecure. You couldn’t help the thoughts of being used. 

“I need you to hear me Y/N. I don’t want you to think I this was a one-time thing. Unless you don’t want this, then I’ll leave. I need you to know that I want you. Walking into your store was one of the best things that has happened to me recently.” 

You started tearing up slightly. “Of course, I want you Andy. I just don’t want to be a rebound or a revenge plan.” 

“I can assure you Flower that you are not a rebound or a revenge plan.” He smiled, thumb tracing over your lip. You gently kissed his thumb before leaning up and brushing your lips against his. 

*** 

For months, you kept your affair under wraps. Despite Andy’s constant promises that he was going to divorce Laurie, nothing ever happened. He kept telling you that he wanted to divorce her strategically, that he didn’t love her anymore and that he was just waiting for the right moment. 

However, it seemed like the ‘right moment’ never came.  

Apart from your secret rendezvous, you barely saw Andy. Every so often you would run into each other at the grocery store or outside the shop. But nothing more than a glance was ever exchanged.  

One day, you were finishing up in the shop and about to close when you heard the bell ring above the door. Turning around you spot Andy, although, before you are able to greet him you see a slightly shorter brunette woman standing next to him with her arm linked around his. Despite never meeting Laurie before you knew that she must be her. 

To make matters worse, she seemed really kind, and it took you a minute to stop feeling guilt for sleeping with her husband, reminding yourself that she cheated first. 

“Mr Barber, I was just about to close. What can I do for you.” You asked Andy. However, before he could respond Laurie jumped in. 

“Well, our anniversary is coming up and I just loved the arrangements you made for us before and had to come for myself.” Laurie said in a cheerful tone. You glanced one more time at Andy and noticed that compared to his wife, he looked utterly miserable. 

“Alright, so what kind of flowers were you thinking?” You asked her. Swallowing down the lump that had formed in your throat. 

“I think I’ll look around first. I noticed you have the meaning of each flower which is such a unique idea.” You nodded informing the seemingly happy couple that you had a few things to sort out in the back and that you would be with them in a minute. 

A you went through to the back room you couldn’t stop the tears flowing. You know that you had no right to be upset. You, after all, were the other woman. However, everything that Andy had told you over these last months, seemed to be empty words. Why else would he have brought his wife into your shop. 

You composed yourself and wiped your tears away. Checking yourself in a small mirror that you had hung on the wall. Luckily, the slight redness in your eyes could be explained away with tiredness. Going back out into the shop you saw the concerned look Andy you, but you chose to ignore it. Laurie had finished browsing and was waiting patiently by the counter.  

“So, I know it is a different idea but how do you think pink roses and lavender would go together?” Laurie asked you. You tried to envision it and if you were being honest, it would look amazing. It didn’t help that the meaning of the flowers were perfect happiness, for pink roses and loyalty and devotion for lavender.  

The whole bouquet would be a lie. But who were you to judge. So, you quietly agreed to make the arrangement for them and told them to come back the next day. You could tell that Andy had something to say but couldn’t say in in front of his wife, so they left the shop and left you to cry in peace. 

*** 

The next day, it was just Andy who picked up the flowers. You had decided overnight that you were going to end you affair with him. It hurt you to do so, but you knew it was the right thing to do. Never did you think you would be someone to get in between two people’s marriage. Thinking back now, you should’ve known he wouldn’t leave Laurie. They had a son together.  

As Andy walked into the shop he looked around first to make the place was empty, which it was, before walking over to you. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to you lips. As much as you wanted to push him away, you knew this could be the last kiss you shared with him. You wanted to be selfish. 

After what felt like hours he finally pulled away and cupped your face. 

“What’s wrong Honey Flower?” He asked you. He adopted the nickname for you one day after you told him it meant secret love. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this Andy.” You confessed.  

“Doing what?”  

“Doing this Andy. Being together.” you gestured between the two of you. “You’re married.” 

“I’m waiting for the right time Y/N.” 

“That’s what you always say. But just yesterday, I had to make an arrangement of flowers for your wife which means loyalty, devotion and perfect happiness. So, either the right moment hasn’t come yet, and you are continuing to lie to her, or you’re lying to me and actually trying to fix your marriage.” 

“Y/N I wouldn’t lie to you. Jacob told her about this place, and I had to bring her. I don’t want Jacob to get involved in all this.” 

“He’s going to get involved in it all Andy. His parents are both cheating on one another.”  

“Can’t you just trust me to pick the right time?” 

“I have been waiting months Andy. The longer I wait, the more I realise that actually, if you and Laurie don’t work out, it’s going to me my fault. I hate to be the one to say this Andy, but you can’t have both of us anymore. It nearly killed me watching her in here with you yesterday. As much as I love you, I have to protect myself too.” You took a deep breath and looked directly into his eyes. “I don’t expect you to choose me over your wife, your family. But if you do choose her please stay away from here.” 

“Y/N. I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you. Please.” Andy had tears streaming down his face. 

“Then divorce Laurie. This is all I have ever asked of you Andy. All I want is to have you without being the other woman. I love you so please. Please just choose.” You were choking on your own tears. 

“I don’t, I can’t… I” He stuttered. You nodded your head. He had been mummering empty promises to you along with the sweet nothings for months. He had long enough to make his decision. 

“Please leave. I’ll have the flowers delivered. Free of charge. Just please go.” You pleaded with him. 

“Honey Flower.” You shook your head. “Y/N don’t leave me.” You nearly broke at that. You wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him. But you knew you had to stand your ground. 

“You need to go.” You told him before turning round and walking into the back. You didn’t come out again until you heard the bell above the door ring and then the deafening silence. 

*** 

It had been four months since you broke it off with Andy. And it shattered your heart. You had had a few partners overtime and obviously you had separated from all of them, but none of them caused a pain like the one you were feeling now. 

You tried to carry on and take one day at a time. You would open the florist, go grocery shopping, meet up with  your parents every week. It helped that they didn’t know you were dating Andy, so you could blame you low mood on tiredness. Night times were reserved for crying. Hours upon hours of sobbing until you couldn’t anymore. 

Your mind was constantly on Andy. Did he mend his marriage? Did he think about you? Did he forget about you? What was he doing? Would he be happy to see you if you went back to him?  

You decided that all these questions didn’t matter anymore. He wasn’t yours; he never was. In fact, he probably was never going to be even if you didn’t end it. 

You were shopping for a new dress. You decided that in order to get over Andy, you needed to pick yourself up and start going out more. You were going to a bar with one of your friends, not that you had many in Newton. They decided that it had been too long since you went out. They didn’t know about you and Andy, however, you told them that you were seeing someone, and it didn’t work out. You told them that they wouldn’t know him and as heart breaking as it was, you weren’t at the stage where you would meet the family when you called it quits. 

You knew telling them parts of the truth, rather than lying was better for you mental health. At that precise moment, you need all the support you could get.  

So, there you were, shopping for a dress suitable for a night out when for the first time in a month, you caught a glimpse of the man that still owned your heart. To start with you forgot how to breath. Until, however, your cruel mind worked you started to feel a bit better. He looked terrible. A sick part of you hoped that it was because he was missing you. That he still needed you in his life. But the rational part of your brain knew that it could also be a case on which he was working. That his misery had nothing to do with you and that he had worked things out with Laurie and decided not to split his family up. 

You quickly turned your head and carried on. You could feel his eyes on you, and it took everything in you not to go to him. Soon enough, you felt his presence leave and you moved on still looking for a dress. You were glad your friend was taking you out for a drink because damn if you needed it now more than ever. 

*** 

That night you were sitting at the bar, talking with your friend about the shop and what else was going on in both of your lives. They were just discussing their job as an assistant to some lawyer. You were only half listening whilst chewing on the straw that came with your drink.  

You look up for a second and you see him again. It was honestly typical. You hadn’t seen him in four weeks and suddenly you see him twice in one day. It doesn’t take long for him to see you, but he never comes over. He just orders a beer and has a quiet drink.  

Eventually, you friend nips to the toilet and Andy sees this as the perfect opportunity to talk to you. He doesn’t talk for a minute, so you turned you attention back to your drink. 

“I got a divorce.” His hoarse voice makes you jump. It reminds you of the past-sex haze the two of you shared. He would talk in the same voice. You just looked at him for a second before looking down again. 

“I am so sorry I hurt you. I should have gotten one sooner.” He confessed. 

“You did what you had to do.” You muttered. 

“Look Y/N. I’m gonna be honest with you, I wasn’t ready for a divorce when we were together. And I am so sorry I lied to you about it. I miss you Honey Flower.”  

Your heart fluttered at the nickname. “I miss you too Andy.” You chuckled a little before looking at him. He had moved even closer to you. 

“Is there any chance of you wanting to give us a go? Properly this time. No more hiding, no more keeping secrets. You and me going on dates and having a real relationship.” Andy asked a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Before you has the chance to answer you friend came back. 

“Sorry I took so long, but the person in there before me really… oh hey Andy. What are you doing here?” They asked him.  

“Hi. I was just asking your friend out on a date. Just waiting to see if she’ll accept.” The double meaning didn’t escape your notice.  

“Yeah I think we could do that.” You answered. Your eyes never leaving his. 

“Well, I’ll leave you two to it then.” Your friend grinned before leaving you and Andy alone. The minute they were gone Andy reached out and grabbed your hand.  

“Shall we?” he asked. You nodded and he tugged you up before leaning into your ear. “We have a lot to catch up on.” He whispered seductively before dragging you out of the bar.  

*** 

A year and a half later the two of you were engaged to be married. Everyone knew about the two of you and Jacob had officially met you as his Dad’s girlfriend-now-fiancé. You were delighted when he accepted you seeing as you were so nervous, and he even told you that he had never seen his Dad happier. 

One morning about two months after you and Andy moved in together, you were sitting hunched up over the toilet. Andy had heard you get up and then heard you retching. He rushed to your side and moved you hair out of the way whilst rubbing your back. You counted back and realised that you missed your last two periods. Without a word to Andy, you stood up and went back to the bedroom. 

Finding your phone, you opened your app which confirmed that you had missed you period. Twice. Andy came through behind you with a shocked and confused look on his face. 

“What’s wrong Flower?” You could hear the worry in his voice. You didn’t say anything but turned your phone around. “I’ll be back soon.” Was all he said before pulling on some trousers and walking out. Leaving you confused and slightly hurt. 

True to his word, he came back twenty minutes later with five pregnancy tests. He had also stopped off downstairs and grabbed a glass of water for you. Grabbing the tests, you went to the bathroom and took them. You then joined Andy back in the bedroom and set a timer. You just sat in Andy’s arms whilst you waited. 

When it was time, you walked back to the bathroom and checked the tests. 

 All of which were positive. You and Andy were having a baby.  

You showed him the tests and he scooped you up in his arms. Once he put you down you pushed him on the bed, climbing on top of him you grinned.  

“I think this calls for a celebration. Don’t you think?” You asked him flirtatiously.  

“Definitely.” He whispered before pulling you down. He captured your lips in his as he gently started to caress your body. He moved his hands to your thighs then up to your arse. As he began to massage it you quietly moaned into his mouth causing him to smirk. Before you knew it he had flipped you both around and removed your sleep shorts and underwear. You then reached to his bottoms wanting to take them off, but Andy moved down. 

He started toying with your clit and landed soft kisses on the tops of your thighs. Slowly moving his way up, he replaces the tip of his fingers with his tongue. As much as you love him eating you out, you needed more in that moment. Quickly, you tugged Andy up by his hair and attacked his mouth with yours, tasting yourself on his tongue.  

“Eager I see?” Andy comments when you break to take a breath.  

“Oh, hush you.” You reached down and grabbed his already rock-hard length. Moving your hand up and down your position him at your entrance. He quickly takes the hint and pushes in. No matter how many times you two partook in this activity, it always felt like the first time. The burn of the stretch and the overwhelming feeling of fullness that you felt.  

The feeling only Andy can provide you with.  

You wrapped your hands around him, dragging your fingernails down his back. Making sure to leave marks. You slowly started thrusting your hips to meet his slow pace. You knew this was not fucking. This was making love. He was showing you how much he loved you. 

“Can you believe it. Our child is inside of you. Do you have any idea what that does to me.” Andy panted as he sped his thrusts up even more. 

“Fuuuckkk.” You moaned in response. ‘I love you’s and ‘you feel so good’s were shared between you as Andy carried on. You felt your climax bubbling in your stomach, but you tried to hold it. Never wanting the moment to end. 

“I know your close Flower, cum for me.” Andy whispered in your ear. 

“Not without you.” You managed to say back before a loud moan interrupted you. 

“I’m with you sweetheart. Come on cum with me. That’s it.” Andy moved his hand down he rubbed your clit at the perfect pace. Just enough to get you over the edge. Gripping onto him, you felt the comforting feeling of his natural paint decorating your insides. You both moaned in unison before Andy collapsed to the side of you, conscious of the little bean now growing inside of you. You turned to face him, caressing his beard as you both caught your breath. His piercing blue eyes looking into yours. You both fell asleep that night, excited for your lives together, lives started by your little flower shop. 

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Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; oral, fucking, stalking, hacking, threats, implied violence.

This is dark!Jake Jensen x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find your pictures on someone else’s Insta but that’s not the only thing he’s stolen.

Note: Yay, another Jensen fic at last. I’m probably gonna try to work in more one shots between my series. I’m looking at Andy Barber, Ransom Drysdale, or Lee Bodecker right now for next week but we’ll see.

Thanks to everyone for sticking around and putting up with me and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

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The chirp of the chat pierced your eardrum once more as you ignored it for the spreadsheet of dates on your other monitor. Working from home could be both peaceful and distracting but the third bing had you muting and pushing your headset to your neck with a grumble. You switched windows as the chat box blinked.

‘So why didn’t u tell me u had a bf?’ Zia’s bubble blipped up followed by impatient emojis.

“Wat r u talking bout?’ you typed back and clicked back to the spreadsheet to update the status of each course. That noise came again and you flipped back.

‘I’m not stupid! Come on. He’s far away but he’s cute.’

You frowned and tapped the space bar lightly. You were utterly confused. The only activity in your daily life were the general notifications from Tindr. You repeated the question and she sent an emoji rolling its eyes.

‘I’m serious.’ you replied.

She sent a link and then a laughing GIF attached to another bubbled response, ‘I’m not buyin it.’

You clicked on the hyperlink and a new tab opened. You scrolled down on the Insta as the air was knocked out of you at the sight of your own face. Not only were their pics taken from your public profile but several you’d never even posted. Your skin crawled and the bing sounded again.

‘So… an online thing huh.’ Zia pressed on.

‘I gotta work.’ you closed out of the window entirely but stayed on the Insta.

You scrolled through about a dozen or so selfies of you, each labeled as ‘missing my lady’ or ‘she’s so sweet, sending me pics to keep me company’. Your stomached roiled with mortification and the unsettling sensation of intrusion. It was easy enough to guess you’d been hacked but to think this was what the creep did with it was even more startling.

You changed the password on your Insta and went through the process of doing so with all of your accounts and ran a scan on your PC. You would likely have to file a ticket for a proper inspection with a specialist. You couldn’t help but shake as you went back to the profile after checking your bank account and PayPal to make sure it wasn’t worse than just pics.

You went back to the profile and found photos of the culprit. His spiky blond hair and glasses were unsurprising and his comic book tee shirt was even less. Your disgust was quickly replaced with anger as you hit the chat icon above his info.

‘Hey, jackass, care to tell me how you have my photos on your profile?!’

The read icon appeared almost and you saw him typing. It stopped and then started again.

‘You’re so beautiful, I wanted to share it with everyone.’

You scoffed at the message and cringed at the screen. ‘Are you nuts? Like actually. You stole my photos! You hacked me. Creep.’

You blocked him immediately after hitting send and logged out. You opened Excel again and tried to focus on the coloured cells. You could hardly process what you were doing as your phone began to vibe on the corner of your desk. It didn’t let up and you couldn’t focus past the incessant buzzing.

You snatched it up and several messages covered the screen as you unlocked it. ‘You really think that’s gonna work’; ‘You can’t block me’... several in a similar vein that you deleted before blocking the number. You silenced your phone and turned back to your monitor.

Suddenly the screen went black and you blinked. You hit the keyboard and clicked, assuming it fell asleep. It lit up again but all you saw was yourself staring back. Your mouth fell open and you ripped the clip-on cam from atop your monitor. You disconnected it as the notepad opened and typing flicked up across the white space.

‘I didn’t want it to be like this.’

You could move the mouse or backspace. All control was lost and you sat there helplessly watching the scrawl.

‘I think we’d be really good together if you only gave me a chance. Can’t you see I worship you?’

Your phone began to shake constantly and a private number flashed. You picked it up and hollered into the speaker, “leave me alone”. You hung up but it kept on and your screen turned to black once more. Your PC was still on but there was no reaction from the machine.

Fuck, you sat back and looked at your phone. You couldn’t even call work to tell them because the damn thing wouldn’t stop ringing. You put your head in your hands and grunted in frustration. How the fuck did all this happen?

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After your initial panic died down, you disconnected your tower and shut off your phone. You left your cell behind as it was just as useless. You hauled the PC down to IT at your work and filled out the ticket without giving intricate details on everything the weirdo had taken.

You left with a borrowed laptop. You wouldn’t sign into your personal accounts and stick to the company portal. You were embarrassed but happy to have a temporary solution. You got home and set up the new computer and reconfigured your wi-fi. You finished the last of the day’s work and ended the day with a glass of wine.

When you dared to turn your phone on again the next morning, it was filled with notifications from all platforms but each one you clicked on errored and prompted you to sign-in. All your new passwords were wrong and you knew it was him. 

You checked the Insta and found a screenshot on his profile from the day before, your mouth agape in horror that could easily mistaken for surprise.

‘Her face when you pop the question on the call’. The caption made your stomach curdle and you nearly flung the phone away. You couldn’t comment without logging in or message. So you created a shell account with a throwaway email you used on Reddit.

‘Why won’t you stop?’ you sent the message through as you waited for your coffee to brew.

‘Stop what?’ he added a winky face with his reply and you growled.

‘You know who this is! Why are you doing this?’

‘Hmmm…’ he let the message hang there and you sat down with your mug and listened to the birds outside. ‘Imagine what someone else would do with everything I have.’

‘Look at what you’re doing. You’re ruining my life.’

‘Ruining? Sweetie, I’m watching over you. Protecting you.’

Your nostrils flared and you burnt your tongue on the coffee and planted it on the table so it sloshed over the sides.

‘Love you, sweetie. See ya soon.’

The chat box turned grey as you realised he blocked you. That pissed you off more than anything and you lobbed your phone away with a shout of anguish. This guy was fucked!  

You were shaking so much you couldn’t even drink your coffee. You got up and paced until you could think straight. You dialed into work and told them you were taking the day off for a personal emergency and shut down your phone. You were too afraid he would find a way onto your work laptop and you didn’t want to have to explain that to IT too.

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Zia showed up on Saturday and she wasn’t happy. She buzzed up and banged on your door impatiently. You let her in and she crossed her arms over the strap of her purse as she crooked her hip.

“I know I shouldn’t have snooped but if you’re mad at me, you should’ve just said so. I would’ve backed off,” she scowled.

“I’m not mad,” you said as you backed into the front room and dragged your feet over the rug.

“Sure, you’re just ignoring all my messages by accident,” she stayed at the other side of the room.

“Not exactly, no,” you shrugged, “it’s a long story.”

“And you couldn’t shoot me a message to say that at least?”

“Look, I’m stressed the fuck out. I’m sorry but the only reason I didn’t answer you is because I can’t.” 

“You can’t?”

“I can’t even turn my phone on anymore.”

“What--”

“Just--” you touched your temples, “I don’t even know how to explain--”

“Jesus, are you okay?” her anger slaked away as her voice softened.

“No, I’m not,” you sniffed, “I’ve been trapped in this apartment and I can’t think straight and I can’t even talk to anyone because my phone and my life is totally fucked.”

“How about we get a coffee and you can tell me once you’ve calmed down,” she said, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so worked up.”

“You don’t know how bad it is. I really fucked up,” you whined, “I don’t even know how it happened.”

“Is this about the boyfriend?”

You huffed and shook your head, “I told you, he’s not my boyfriend-- Let me get dressed.”

After you felt presentable enough to leave the apartment, the thought of getting away ushered you down the winding stairwell and onto the sidewalk. You and Zia walked down to the cafe on the corner where you always overspent on their specialty drink and caught up.

You ordered but when you tried to use your card, the machine beeped in rejection. You tried again but still no luck. Zia offered to pay and you promised you’d pay her back. Anxiety pitted deep in your stomach as you sat. You’d have to call the bank and figure out why eight dollars would bounce.

“So,” Zia said as she shaded her eyes against the sunlight streaming onto the open patio, “he’s not your boyfriend?”

“I don’t even know the dude,” you hissed as you almost overturned your cup, “Zee, those pictures, they were all on my phone. I never sent them to anyone. I don’t even know his real name and when I confronted him, he crashed my whole system and blew up my phone. I haven’t been able to log into anything because of him.”

“You’re shitting me,” she chuckled.

“Zee, I’m not fucking kidding,” you blinked, “don’t you think if I was dating some dude out in who knows where, you’d be the first to know? You think I’m wasting my time with the idiots on Tindr for fun?”

“No way,” she scoffed.

“Zia, look me in the eye,” you said as you gave her a stern look, “I’m freaking the fuck out.”

“Did you call the police?” she asked.

You sat back and closed your eyes. You were so swept up in the panic, you hadn’t even thought. You could report it to the police, just get a record of it even if they didn’t do anything else. You heard horror stories of hackers and how little could be done but you had to at least try.

“I guess I should go down to the station today,” you ran your fingertips along your chin, “I don’t know, I felt so alone, I thought--”

“And call your bank right now,” she slid her phone over, “figure out what’s going on with your accounts.”

You took her cell and dialed the number on the back of the card. You dragged your finger down the side of your cup as you listened to the automated message and hit the buttons to direct you to customer service. The hold song bubbled in your head and finally picked up as you finished the last of your mocha.

You explained the issue after giving your information as Zia sat patiently across from you. She watched the other patrons and looked out across the street as you waited on the representative on the other end.

“Looks like your account has been locked. Your savings and checking have been placed on hold citing possible fraud,” the woman explained.

“Well, can’t you unlock them? Why would they be flagged?”

“Hmm, well I see no suspicious spending so possibly… it could be due to an external lock, not us.”

“What does that mean?”

“I can’t speak to that. Have you received any communications from the Revenue service?”

“Revenue service? I don’t--no,” you gulped.

“I’m sorry, there’s nothing else I can tell you,” she said, “you should consider contacting federal services.”

You hung up and handed Zia her phone back. “Apparently, I’m under investigation for fraud? I don’t know.”

“Shit,” she took her cell, “are you sure?”

“It sounded like it but-- I gotta check my credit card,” you stood and grabbed your empty cup and your purse.

You stormed down the street to the ATM at the corner and inserted your card. LOCKED the machine made a hideous noise and you pulled out your card in irritation. You put your wallet and touched the sides of your neck as the heat swelled through you.

“I don’t understand--”

“Um, you should see this,” Zia said.

Zia turned her screen towards you and your heart dropped to your toes. There was a picture softened by a blush Insta filter and the caption read, ‘just got into town, surprising bae with flowers’. Over the cluster of petals at the bottom of the image were you and Zia sitting at the cafe patio.

You spun and searched around for any sign of the man and the bouquet. You could hardly breath as it felt like you were being squished between invisible walls. You clapped your hand against the wall and steadied yourself as Zia gently rubbed your arm.

“Let’s go to the station,” you croaked as tears welled in your eyes, “please.”

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The police told you everything you expected. Even as you showed them the photos and explained how you never met that man in your life, they only offered you words on a piece of paper. They’d file the report and follow-up in case of any further escalation. It was a non-answer, a cold shrug.

Zia went home with you as she offered to stay the night. You gladly accepted and the two of you cozied up on your bed and spent the night watching early 00s rom coms. You found it hard to relax even with her there. You couldn’t stop thinking about how close he’d been without you even knowing.

You at last began to doze off as Reese Witherspoon triumphed and exhausted by the endless maelstrom of dread, you slipped into a deep but perilous sleep. You were locked in limbo between waking and slumber, almost as if you could hear everything around you but remained blind and unknowing all the same.

You woke with a start as you felt like you were falling. You sat up and reached to the other side of the bed. Zia was gone. She must have got up to get water or use the bathroom. You took a breath and turned your legs over the edge. You got up groggily and lumbered across the room, your mouth dry and head aching. Some tylenol and water would do you well.

You hesitated as you noticed the bloom of light just around the corner from your doorway. Zia must be having trouble sleeping, you guessed as you kept on. As you came in sight of the front room, you heard a whimper and you backed up against the wall as tall figure stood before the coffee table. The flowers laid across the wood, slightly crumpled from a struggle.

As Zia whined, he jabbed her with his foot and she grunted around the rag tied around her mouth. Her arms and legs were bound behind her as the man loomed over her. You recognized his blond hair and glasses, the menacing blue eyes as he raised his chin and crossed his arms.

“Been waiting on you,” he stepped over her, “I was disappointed when I realised it was her. Good friend though, hanging around…”

“Don’t hurt her, please. What do you want?”

“You can’t figure that out?” he taunted, “huh, I’m sure you can guess what it will take for me to leave her in one piece.”

Zia wiggled and received another boot. You pushed yourself forward and he stepped closer, predatory as he dropped his arms and clenched then unclenched his fists. He chuckled as you stopped short and gaped up at him.

“She’s cute,” he said, “she can join us if that makes it easier for you.”

“You’re disgusting,” you snarled and winced as he reached out to touch your cheek. You fought not to shove him away, your eyes on Zia’s bound figure.

“Play nice and I will,” he warned, “every time I hurt her, that’s on you. I wish I didn’t have to do this to show you how much I love you.”

You shook your head as your lip trembled. He pressed his palms to your cheek and ran his thumb along your lips. He leaned in and you cowered as you realised how big he was. You didn’t expect that looking at him from the other side of a screen.

“Do we put on a show for her or did you want a little privacy?”

“You won’t get away with this,” you hissed.

“Oh yeah? I locked you out of your social media, your pc, your bank… do you really want to see how far I can take this?”

He smothered your murmured answer with his mouth and kissed you gruffly. He pulled away and looked you in the eye. He bit his lip and hummed.

“So, do we do this here?”

“You’re sick,” you grabbed his hand and wrenched it away from your face. You yanked him and directed him to the bedroom, “you monster.”

“Now come on,” he twisted his wrist around and grabbed your elbow, “I could’ve killed her. Don’t think I won’t.”

You quivered as he forced you back into your bedroom, the street lights casting shadows between your curtains. He flung you ahead of him, as strong as his thick arms would suggest. You stumbled and caught yourself on the side of the bed. You turned as the door slammed and he prowled towards you like a wild cat.

“Well,” he threw his hands up and you caught a glint of light against the lens of his glasses, “you want me to undress you or you think you can handle that, sweetie?”

You puffed in repulsion and looked away from him. Even in the dark, you could feel his eyes on you. You jittered as you reached to the neck of your loose tee and slowly raised it over your head. You dropped it to crumple on the floor and you touched the top of your shorts. You heard him moving around and shied away as he flipped the switch and light shone across the room.

You pushed down your shorts as you heard a thump from the next room. His jaw twitched as his eyes lingered on you and he reluctantly glanced away. He swung the door open and stormed out into the front room. You went to the door and heard his snarl.

“Stop fucking moving,” he rasped, “every time I have to tell you, I’ll pop another out.”

Zia gave a muffled sob as you heard a sickly crack and you hurried to look around the wall into the room. He blocked your sight with his broad chest and pointed you back to the room.

“I didn’t say you could leave the room,” he spun you and slapped your bare ass, “fast, fast, fast… before I lose my patience.”

Your skin stung from the strike and you tripped through the doorway as he followed quickly. Another slam and he poked you further into the room with his knuckle. You stepped away from him and tried to cover yourself as you faced him in horror.

He quickly swooped his shirt over his head and revealed a buff chest thick with blond hair. He kicked off his shoes and fumbled to undo his fly. He tilted his head as he looked you over and groped himself through his jeans.

“You know what to do,” he said, “I’ve seen the way you touch yourself… cyber security 101, cover your webcam.”

You shuddered as he beckoned you closer. He stopped you and put your hands on the waist of his jeans. He leaned in and nuzzled your temple as his hot breath seeped into your goosebumped skin.

“My turn,” he pushed on your hands until you pulled down the denim on your own strength.

He stepped out of his jeans and snapped the elastic of his boxers. You stood and latched onto those shakily. He ran his fingers along your arms as you pulled them past his erection and they fell to the floor with a whisper. You didn’t look down, instead staring past him as his hand swept up to cup your tits.

His fingers crawled up your chest and his hands wrapped around your neck. He squeezed and turned you so that your back was to the bed. He marched you backwards as you felt his dick bobbing between your bodies. You gasped as he pushed you down onto your mattress, your legs dangling over the edge as he came up to straddle you.

“Such a good girl,” he taunted, “look at you… I bet you’re wet already.”

He pulled a hand away and stroked his length as he raised himself on his knees. He clung to your neck as he leaned over you and planted his hand on the bed above you. He hovered his dick over your head and you closed your eyes.

“Put it in your mouth,” he ordered, “now, or I’m putting it in your ass.”

You reached up blindly and angled his tip against your lips. He dipped his hips down and you choked as he prodded at your throat. Your legs twitched as he forced his cock past your gag reflex and your whole body tensed at the intrusion.

He balanced on the hand above your head and the one on your neck. He thrust harder and harder as sloppy sucking reverberated around the room between his dark groans.

“That’s it,” he purred, “look at you taking my cock. I can only imagine how tight that cunt of yours is.”

Your eyes welled and you flicked your lashes as you tried to bat them away. You kept your hand at the base of his dick as you tried to ease his motion. He ignored your reluctance and only delved deeper as he brought himself to his limit, your lips touching the fuzz along his pelvis.

When you couldn’t breath, you slapped his hard stomach and he reared out of you abruptly. You coughed up spit as he sat back on his heels and released you. He huffed as he looked down at his glistening dick and climbed off of you.

“Stand up, turn around,” he snarled as his eyes flashed. 

His glasses were low on his nose and he slipped them off entirely and folded them up on your night table. He squinted as he watched you stand and turn stiffly. He smacked his hand in the middle of your back and pushed you over impatiently. He stepped closer and tapped his tip against your cunt as you were exposed to him.

He bent his legs and poked along your slick folds. You were wet enough for him to glide in and fill you up completely. He was so big it was painful and you arched your back as you tried to take it. He pulled back and slammed into you harshly. You let out a garble and he repeated the motion, taking you off your feet.

He leaned over you and grabbed your knees, lifting them on the bed as he urged you forward. His hand brushed up over your ass and he pressed between your shoulder blades until your face was flush to the mattress, your arms bent around you like a broken doll.

He thrust again and the loud slap made you wince. He jerked his hips roughly until he found his motion, rutting into you with hissy breaths as his other hand groped your ass. He hummed as your body shook before him, ruled by his touch as your walls clenched him.

He pushed his thumb down between your cheeks and circled your asshole. You strained and lifted your head in alarm. His other hand quickly stretched over your crown and pinned your face to the bed. He felt along your cunt and slickened his thumb before trailing back to your puckered ring.

He pushed lightly at first and as he broke through you gasped and whined. You gripped the blankets as he moved his thumb in and out of you, his hips still rocking steadily into you. He slid his thumb out entirely and prodded with two fingers instead. Before you could react, he forced them inside and you cried out in surprise and pain.

“I know you want it, sweetheart,” he groaned, “I can feel…” he kept fucking you, “I can fucking hear it.”

Your holes tightened around you as he carried the pace. A new pressure began to bloom inside of you, unlike anything you’d felt before. The burning in your ass and the stretching of your cunt mingled to an agonized bliss. You sobbed into the blankets as you came uncontrollably around him, shamed by the unwanted release.

“Fuck,” he drew out the word as both his hand and his hips sped up, “look at you cumming for me. Cumming for this creep.”

You moaned and curled your fingers around the duvet tighter. You felt the same knotting deep inside and you came again as he reached a tantamount. This time, you gushed around his cock and felt the deluge down your thighs as the noise grew wetter and louder.

“Look at you, sweetheart, you can’t handle it, can you?” He snorted as he sucked in a breath suddenly and his hips staggered.

He pushed his fingers deeper and kept them there as he fucked you as hard as he could. He slammed into your cunt over and over. Your hips throbbed with each tilt of his pelvis and you smothered your cries as you felt him coat your walls in his release. 

He stopped just as suddenly and dragged his fingers out of your ass. He leaned against you until your legs collapsed and fell onto you with a sigh. He covered your body with his as his shallow breaths hazed around you. 

Your own heart raced as you stretched your arms out stiffly and quivered. You tried to pull yourself from beneath him. He kept you pinned under his weight and jolted you with a cruel thrust.

“Oh, we’re not done, sweetheart,” he muttered along the shell of your ear, “not even close.”

#jake jensen #dark jake jensen #dark!jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #fic #dark!fic #dark fic #one shot #the losers #dc

[gamerzylo]

*Janus is casually searching around the room*

Virgil: Hey Janus, what’re you looking for?

Janus: My will to live.

*Andy walks into the room*

Janus: Oh, there it is.

#andy x janus #andy x deceit #Incorrect quotes #janus sanders #Andy Sanders #virgil sanders

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: Romantic Romile (Roman x Emile), Romantic Prandy (Andy x Pryce), Romantic Anxtober (October x Virgil), Romantic Intrulosleepceit (Remus x Logan x Remy x Deceit)

Word Count: 2,170 Words

Summary: Flirting with Social Anxiety, kitten updates, the kids talk functions, an elusive cryptid sighting, and the video call feature is figured out.

Warnings: Caps, Food Mention, Insomnia Mention, Depression Mention, Demon Mention, Body Horror Mention, Cursing, Death Mention, Sick Character, Immunocompromised Character, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Note: Bolded and blockquoted are actions in their chatroom, not a message. Italic and blockquoted are transcripts of video calls.

Usernames, a quick translation guide: Andy: Raccoon Man (the trashiest hero), Belladonna: hazelnut, Castor: schrodingersdumbass, Dayd: carniverousroomba, Dice: Dr. Bitch, Emile: Thera-pissed, Eve: wall-e, Halley: aspermylastemail, Janus: SnekBoi, Logan: Momgan, Noah: nope, October: eatpavementido, Orion: birdgeoisie, Patton: Papa Bear, Pollux: satantakemehome, Pryce: SwEeTvErUcA, Remus: Octopussy, Remy: Coffee Bandit, Roman: waaahluigi, Sirius: literalsunshine, Teal: uwu, Thomas: shrexy, Virgil: spipples, Vita: þiccness

A Very Sanders Group Chat: Chapter 12

3:07 PM

shrexy: You know guys, it'd be nice if you quit for a bit.

spipples: We're right next to you, dammit. Just talk to us.

waaahluigi: Guys, he's looking at Thomas.

Dr. Bitch: You know what? I won't even ask.

4:57 PM

Coffee Bandit: I think they're trying to lie again or something.

Octopussy: Not Jan this time.

Momgan: We know, Remus.

Octopussy: Well, if I don't make note of it, who's going to prove that Jan wasn't involved?

Coffee Bandit: He's not wrong, Lo. Every time Thomas lies, Jan is implicated as the cause, even when he's not there.

Momgan: I hate that you aren't wrong.

7:12 PM

Thera-pissed: Sooooo. New boyfriend?

waaahluigi: THOMAS HAS A NEW BOYFRIEND!

spipples: We know, Roman. We're all a part of the same human. We all know this.

waaahluigi: I know but I'm just so happy about it!

spipples: And we all support you, Ro.

10:17 PM

þiccness: I have stolen the other girls, we're going to an underage club and coming back by 2am.

Thera-pissed: Just make sure you check Eve's glucose before you let her eat because she'll forget to check.

þiccness: will be done, Pops.

3:16 PM

shrexy: What ever happened to those kittens, Remus?

Octopussy: oh yeah. never updated anyone but Jan. they're all healthy again. all twenty six. Dice adopted one, it's name is Domino.

Octopussy: and we adopted five. Their names are Morticia, Elvira, Achilles, Patroclus, and Tootsie Pop.

shrexy: Who named the last one?

hazelnut: that would be me

Octopussy: Tootsie Pop is her cat. Morticia and Elvira are Jan's, Achilles and Patroclus are mine.

shrexy: So that's six. That still leaves twenty cats unaccounted for.

spipples: This would be where I come in and tell you I adopted ten of them, isn't it? Because I did I'm constantly swarmed with five month old kittens.

Raccoon Man (the trashiest hero): He gave them all dumb names.

spipples: Sir, those are my furry children you're insulting.

Raccoon Man (the trashiest hero): Ah yes, my fuzzy nieces and nephews with stupid names.

spipples: How dare you insult Toast, Meatball, Cheddar, Porkchop, Bagel, Bacon, Muffin, Twinkie, Tofu, and Tortilla.

shrexy: You really went with a food theme, huh?

spipples: To be fair, nobody stopped me.

shrexy: I'll be honest, the idea of naming a cat Bagel is hilarious.

spipples: To be fair, Bagel has no braincell so he's perfectly dumb and content in life.

waaahluigi: I also have three cats. Princess, Queen, and Duchess.

shrexy: So did the other seven get adopted?

Coffee Bandit: Yup, mine and Toby's. I have six, he has one. Remington, Remulus, Remy the Second, Rema, and Remingtina.

eatpavementido: Mine is named Pumpkin. I don't know what these guys are on.

8:45 PM

Momgan: Janus, Remus, I'm coming over for date night.

Coffee Bandit: Hold on, I'm omw.

Octopussy: It's poly cuddle pile time!

1:13 AM

hazelnut: So all of my parents are adorable.

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hazelnut: I love my parents.

Papa Bear: They're so cute, kiddo! But you should get some sleep.

hazelnut: My function is Dreams I sleep during the day?

Papa Bear: Ah, carry on then, kiddo.

þiccness: Hi, I'm Nightmares.

shrexy: Wait, you kids have functions?

eatpavementido: more like fragments of a function.

satantakemehome: I'm Insomnia, Castor is Depression, Sirius is Insecurity, Halley is Courage, and Orion is Apathy.

wall-e: Me and Noah are the only figments that are also fragments. I act as Responsibility and Noah acts as Empathy.

shrexy: Huh. Never really thought about that but I guess I see it.

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shrexy: Help, I've been taken hostage as a cuddle victim.

eatpavementido: Perish.

9:58 AM

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shrexy: Is it legal to move, fellas?

eatpavementido: I'll come help. Damn, my boyfriend's really choosing his human over his boyfriend.

shrexy: I promise I'm not stealing your man.

eatpavementido: Good, I'd punch you if you did.

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shrexy: I'm free!

eatpavementido: I love being trapped by my boyfriend.

Thera-pissed: Don't worry, I get trapped by Roman a lot too.

waaahluigi: Hey!

Thera-pissed: Am I lying?

waaahluigi: No but you make it sound like I'm clingy.

Thera-pissed: Yes, but your clinginess is cute.

waaahluigi: Alright, you may continue.

eatpavementido: Ah yes, the triplets are stage 5 clingers. Gotta love it when all three idenntical idiots are touch starved.

SwEeTvErUcA: I will rip out your incisors.

waaahluigi: I will feed you your own teeth.

Octopussy: I will make you spit out your teeth one by one like a PEZ dispenser.

Dr. Bitch: Good to see the triplets getting along.

eatpavementido: You can't kill me! I have the power of my boyfriend and anime on my side!

Dr. Bitch: Did he just call Virgil god?

eatpavementido: Am I wrong? No.

Dr. Bitch: Alright, carry on.

9:14 AM

shrexy: Wow, y'all. Did anyone else realize you could make a chat-wide call?

shrexy has started a video call

shrexy has invited everyone to the video call

waaahluigi has accepted shrexy's invite

SnekBoi has declined shrexy's invite

Octopussy has declined shrexy's invite

Coffee Bandit has declined shrexy's invite

Momgan has accepted shrexy's invite

eatpavementido has accepted shrexy's invite

Papa Bear has accepted shexy's invite

Transcript

"Hey, guys!" - shrexy]

"Hey, Thomas." -eatpavementido

"Is Virgil asleep on you?" -shrexy

"Yes." - eatpavementido

"Aww. Guess we've gotta be quiet." - Papa Bear

"Nah. Legit, Pollux just busted in the room and yelled that Castor was chasing him and he's still sleeping." - eatpavementido

"Shit, shit, shit. He's up. I must have moved." - eatpavementido

"Toby, what the fuck? Are you recording me? I look like a mess. Quit it." - unknown

"It's a video call with the group chat." - eatpavementido

"Turn it off." - unknown

"It's okay, Virgil, you look cute." - Papa Bear

"Gimme that." - unknown

"Make me." - eatpavementido

"Alright." - unknown

eatpavementido has left the video call

shrexy has ended the video call

shrexy: RIP Toby.

Papa Bear: @spipples Kiddo, please don't kill your boyfriend?

spipples: Only a little bit?

Papa Bear: Not even a little bit.

spipples: Suck the fun out of life, why don't you?

eatpavementido: Don't make it sound like I wouldn't let him kill me if he chose.

waaahluigi: Live by the boyfriend. Die by the boyfriend.

eatpavementido: Precisely

shrexy: Anyone gonna make note of the fact that Janus, Remus, and Remy all declined the video call?

Momgan: They're busy. I figured at least one of us from our relationship should join so I actually went to a quieter bar in the imagination,

shrexy: Should I even ask what kind of busy?

Momgan: You can if you want.

shrexy: Though I feel like I'll regret this, what kind of busy?

Momgan: Janus is upstairs sleeping, Bela is practicing her crochet, Remus is grooming Boogeyman and Espresso, and Remy is taking care of his new piercing. I was planning out my week's schedule around theirs so I could visit.

shrexy: Sorry to interrupt you, bud.

Momgan: No, it's fine. I needed a break anyway.

waaahluigi: Was Deceit sleeping all day yesterday too?

Momgan: What are you implying?

waaahluigi: That he's avoiding me.

Momgan: Alright, you thickheaded, self-deluded bastard. I get that you two aren't getting along. I don't care, quite frankly. Hate each other's guts for all I care. You two having problems with one another isn't my problem. But Janus isn't avoiding you, he's finally receptive to the second part of his treatments and he's finally getting better.

SnekBoi: Logan, don't fight my fights.

Momgan: Sorry, sweetheart. I'm on my way back, I'll come up to you first and we can talk it over.

SnekBoi: It's okay.

SnekBoi: And you @waaahluigi, I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry that I lashed out at you and I'm sorry I compared you to Remus, it was wrong of me and you didn't deserve that.

waaahluigi: Oh look, everyone. After three months he finally apologizes!

SnekBoi: I haven't made effort to contact you in the last three months because I didn't contact anyone in the last three months other than Dice and a few nurses. I willingly gave my phone to hospital lock up so I could be just a little less stressed while going through the hardest parts of my treatment for the third time in six months and so that maybe, just maybe, I could get through the consolidation and I finally did it. So I'm sorry my apology to you is so late, oh great one, but I was a bit busy getting medically cleared with remission so I could finally go home.

waaahluigi: oh

SnekBoi: But, since I'm taking the moral high ground, you don't need to apologize and you don't need to feel bad about assuming things. I disappeared and I never talked it out with you because my admission was so sudden and the recommendation of detachment was a spur of the moment decision that only benefited me. I'm finally home and I actually was sleeping all of yesterday. I'm not about to get in fights right now because I'm too happy to be in my own bed again and getting to hold my own daughter and boyfriends again.

waaahluigi: I'm still sorry.

SnekBoi: Accepted.

spipples: Does this mean I have to stop being bitter about you two not getting along?

SnekBoi: No, but it would be appreciated.

spipples: Aight, bet. I'll forcefully make us three best friends.

shrexy: aren't all three of you mothers?

SnekBoi: Alright, this. I never really realized this. And, now that it's been brought to my attention, the first order of business is stealing you two, Bela, and your kids and going to the new tea place in Laurel for late Mother's day. I've been waiting to go since Sharon got herself fired from there and they have the best ginger and honey tea.

waaahluigi: Sharon?

SnekBoi: Yeah, she makes fun of me for being a teen mother every time I see her.

Octopussy: I've punched her once. didn't stop her.

waaahluigi:  I know, she did that to me too. I told her she shouldn't say rude things to someone who could and would unmake her.

spipples: Same here except she made fun of me the whole time I was pregnant with the triplets until I just straight up punched her.

shrexy: I guess being decked by a heavily pregnant 15 year old sets you off of making fun of them, huh?

spipples: Heavily pregnant 15 year old with the ability to conjure shadows.

shrexy: You scare me. Keep those shadows to yourself.

SnekBoi: I may need to wear a mask and book a table beforehand to make sure the room is private until I'm in the complete clear with the chemo still making my immune system absolute shit.

waaahluigi: Plus the fact that our kids make a solid soccer team so we'll need a bit of a biggger table.

SnekBoi: Yeah, that too.

spipples: Thanks for remembering my soccer team, guys.

SnekBoi: You're very welcome.

spipples: That was sarcastic.

SnekBoi: I know, I felt it.

spipples: You're insufferable, I love it.

12:45 PM

spipples: Hey, @SnekBoi, you guttertrash bitch, do you have a migraine yea or nay?

SnekBoi: Kind of. I'm working off one but I took my meds so it should be gone soon enough.

spipples: Noted, no doorbell or knocking.

SnekBoi: Wait, what??

spipples: Answer your fucking door then and find out.

SnekBoi: Gremlin.

1:05 PM

waaahluigi: So what'd he do?

SnekBoi: Brought over lunch for me since all my boyfriends are working and Bela is at school.

spipples: He cried.

SnekBoi: Shut up or I will end you.

Octopussy: Anything good?

spipples: Yes, I have the spare containers for you in the fridge when you come home and, yes, it's edible for you too if that's what you're asking.

Octopussy: ooooh, what is it?

spipples: spaghetti squash with tomato sauce, veggie curry, and ham and egg roll ups. There's also a few casseroles in disposable pans in the freezer that you can heat up in 45 minutes each.

Octopussy:  I love you.

SnekBoi: be real with him, V, you brought over like two weeks of casseroles. You're just lucky we have a really big freezer.

spipples: Yeah, a really big, empty freezer.

Octopussy: I was gonna go shopping literally in two days on Wednesday when I'm off.

SnekBoi: loaded cauliflower, zucchini au gratin, loaded brussels sprouts, rice cheese and zucchini, green bean, eggplant lasagna, chicken cordon bleu, chicken broccoli cheese, cabbage rolls, chicken & mushroom, tofu caprese, crack chicken, brown rice cheese and tomatoes, and chicken bacon thyme.

Octopussy: hey Virge

spipples: yeah?

Octopussy: love ya

spipples: Thank you. I'm also babysitting your boyfriend until someone comes home because this weak bastard bruised his wrist and almost fell over opening the front door.

SnekBoi: I'm not a baby but I won't make you leave because I'm tired and I don't want Boogey to have to get me things or help me around.

Octopussy: stubborn bastard. love you. thanks V.

spipples: No problem.

Taglist: @glaxyjellyfish @chronophobica @fear-ze-queer @imma-potatoo

#sanders sides #sympathetic deceit #immunocompromised deceit #immunocompromised janus #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #critic sanders #dice sanders #remy sanders #remus sanders #logan sanders #emile sanders #andy sanders #october sanders #toby sanders #patton sanders #snoweywrites #a very sanders group chat #tw caps #tw food mention #tw insomnia mention #tw depression mention #tw demon mention #tw body horror mention #tw cursing #tw death mention #finally updating this story #after nine months

[jeffletstalkaboutit]

Hi there, this is part one of a series I’m working on featuring Jeff wittek and the female lead Avery. Still working on full story...

Full story will go up on Wattpad when it’s finished.

AVERYS POV

UNKNOWN LOCATION

My eyes violently flashed open, my body following the sudden shock of oxygen invading my lungs. I remained in place by straps, anchoring down each limb of my body to the seat beneath me. A dim light flickered, opposite of me, pushing my attention to the circle of heads surrounding me.

5 men, 5 women including me, all tied down to their seats, unconscious.

where am I?

All I could remember was waking up, here. My own name whipped from my memory. 

Just as I started pushing against my restraints I noticed the man beside me start to wake up. One by one their eyes flashed open and the sudden fear of not knowing where we were or who they were was evident in each of them, but no one said anything. The room went dark, with not even a flash of light to be seen, Until a tv just above the red flashing light from before, turns on exhibiting a woman with short black hair in a black suit top. She was in a lab of some sort, behind her was a group of people in lab coats, and a glass wall separating them. A loud static noise pierces through the air before the woman spoke up. 

"Hello, My name President Aries, You all are probably wondering where you are, why you're here, and who you are." as the lady spoke I couldn't help but notice the people behind her, they walked around urgently, scared. Yet, Aries was so calm a smile on her face. 

"Each of you, hand-picked for certain skills and unique brain patterns you hold, You were picked and put together to form a team that could survive just about any situation."

She paused for a second, displaying deceit covered by pain and discomfort.

Flashes of people dressed in fancy clothing danced across the screen. Tall Buildings with large glass windows, Fields of grass and animals, and lastly a globe covered in mixes of blue, brown, and green.

"300 years ago, the Earth was our home. The technology was thriving and taking the world by storm, but little did we know it would come to destroy us. The earth soon became uninhabitable, after the human instinct of destruction overcame our planet." Pictures of firey red explosions covered the screen, leaving me with one memory.

I was on a plane, when the bombs went off, 300 years ago? My eyes drifted to the people around me as they watched the screens intently, none of their faces bringing back any memories.

"Those who made it onto the exodus ship survived and were put into cryosleep, to be woken up when we reached our destination of the planet Larz. Fast forward 300 years into the future, sadly we never arrived. The exodus was sent back on route to earth. Around 52 hours ago 15 doctors and I, were brought awake for a code white. Emergency evac of the special alliance, That's where you all come in. The 10 of you make up the special alliance. The protocol reads that I set out an order for each of you to be removed from cryosleep and evaluated for the evacuation of the exodus to Earth. To put it simply, The exodus failed and we hope that this beautiful gift of life we have given you, can, in turn, save the human race." I watched in shock as the men and women behind her were shot down by men in black uniforms.

"Underneath each of you are backpacks filled with supplies all of you will need, Once you are released from your seats you are permitted to remain in your pod until the doors open by themselves then you are to make your way to Washington DC where you will be met by the last standing 'home' base, They will lead you from there. your names are on the back of your tags on your jackets, be grateful, for they are the only knowledge of your past life you will have. always stay together, and survive. You are the last of the exodus." President Aries ends her speech walking out where the gunmen were before the screen goes black. In that second all of our restraints are released and a dim light above us flickers on.

I Immediately, stand and rip my jacket off. Just as she said The name 'AVERY' was stitched into the inside of the collar of my jacket.

"Avery," I say lightly looking up at the group around me. Some of them began to slip their jackets off and relay their names out loud.

Xavier, Andy, dillion, lacey, Aubri, jeff, Luca, Abey, and Sam.

"she said we were handpicked for certain skills we each have? what skills do we have that normal people don't?" Xavier says as he slides his jacket over his tall stature. His hair was a dark mop of hair that almost covered his dark brown eyes.

"Dude they erased our memories and put us on a ship to a toxic, explosive planet and you worried about these stupid so-called skills we all possess?" Aubri speaks up next, she was a little taller than me but with raven black hair and bright blue eyes.

 As they all went back and forth, I found myself wandering back to my chair. I slid the black backpack out from underneath it before plopping it down onto the seat.

What happened on the exodus? and why was Aries lying? 

I unzip each part, searching around for any trace of my identity other than my name. I had to agree, the thought of never knowing who I really am scares me more than what's waiting outside of this ship. My fingers clutch a slip of paper in the front of the bag, I pulled it out quickly. It read,

"AVERY KANE

LEADER/STEALTHY"

I turn slightly so I'm facing the rest of the group before I speak up,

"Hey, There's a card in the bags, with your name on it...and I'm guessing our skill," I say loudly so everyone would listen. I rubbed my forehead, slightly paranoid about my card.  

"Dillion harris. Medical?" each of them read of their titles, dillion being our medic, lacey nature guide, andy communication, Luca hand to hand combat, Abey sharpshooter, Xavier building/construction, jeff strength, sam human map, and Aubri being stealthy. 

"Avery?" Andy questions, making everyone glance at me, ready for me to read my great strength.

"Leader,  stealthy," I say making Aubri laugh.

"so you're in charge? we're screwed." Aubri says, Before rolling her eyes and plopping down on the ground. Everyone stayed quiet, at loss for words at this moment.

the room stayed quiet for what felt like days but was only minutes, we all sat on the floor, rummaging through the things in our bags or just staring off into oblivion, trying to escape the lingering feeling of a complete and utter void of our lives. The feeling of fear, of not knowing what's beyond these thick metal walls, The feeling of distrust and not knowing each other.

The feeling of the unknown. I didn't want to lead? I'm the smallest person here.

That night I didn't sleep, waiting anxiously for the door to open. 

Everything president Aries said replayed in my head, dissecting every word.

She said that the earth was destroyed by humans 300 years ago, I was in a plane when the bombs went off, we were put into cryosleep along with the other survivors, something happened, code white was announced, the president was woken up and we were ordered to be sent to earth. She said we were the last of the exodus.

What happened on the ship that caused the code white? And where is president Aries? who were those people, gunning down the scientists?

Why would they erase our memories? what I did know is Aries's emotions weren't true in the video, so why should we believe anything she says?

So many questions bounced around my head, leaving my emotions swirling.

How was I supposed to be a leader? These people wouldn't listen to me even if I tried. Maybe Lacey but the rest of them either seem like a bitch or could be way smarter than me, bigger than me. 

And if everyone in the exodus is dead why would it matter if we stuck to what these dumb cards say?

The sudden sound of crackling filled my ears, my breath hitched in my throat as the door of the ship started to fold open.

The light flooding in. Burning my eyes, making me block it with my hand.

Within seconds everyone was awake, staring hopelessly at the door revealing millions of colors of green and blue. We all slowly advanced the exit with caution. 

The trees outside were thick and tall almost completely shading the ground, green moss and grass covering every inch of brown from the dirt and the tree bark.

It was beautiful. Breathtaking. The air felt moist and hot, so I'm guessing rainforest? 

"well, Avery since you're the 'leader' you go first," Luca says, my eyes drift over to his dark chocolate hair. The newfound light, illuminating his bright green eyes.  

"yeah, sure ill die first," I say as I step down off the ship and onto the green grass, just standing there for a second. 

"what? you waiting to kill over?" Xavier says with a light laugh. 

"if the air was toxic, we would have all died when the door opened," I say as I step further out just to turn around and look at the ship. It was a tall circular junk of metal with a pointy tip. 

My eyes drifted back to the others, who were all staring at me with questioning looks. 

"well?" just as the word flowed out of my mouth, Jeff jumps down, holding out his hand to Aubri. Which she took with a smile before hopping down. 

"So where do we start? we have no idea where we are or how to get where we are going." dillion says, he seemed very nervous. His blonde hair was short and styled back in a way that suited his face beautifully. 

"Anyone have a map?" Abey says. She had dark skin and beautiful, strong facial features. Her voice sounded like butter. My eyes drifted to sam, she is Koren, quiet and very pretty, with long brown hair. 

"sam, You're the guide, right? Check your bag for a map." I say, making her start making her way back in the ship. a few seconds later she returns with a piece of paper in her hands. 

She hands me the paper, making me sigh before I open it and lay it out so everyone can see. It was a map of the united states with a circle on one end and an x on the other. under the circle read 'Washington DC' 

"so I'm guessing we are the X?" Andy asks. I nodded slowly before glancing up at the sky, The sun was just on the horizon in the east. 

"It's 6 am, so we should probably get going, we need to find water," I say before handing the map back to sam and making my way to the ship before Luca speaks up. 

"I say, Fuck 'president Aries' we are alive and on earth, free-range. why should we listen to some dead president anyway?" he says making me roll my eyes, he assumes she's dead, does everything think that? why would they kill her, if she was the president...

Even if she's lying, we have to go.  well find out if she's lying when we get there. Staying in the jungle isn't going to find us any answers. 

"so stay," I say before making my way into the ship to gather my supplies. I pulled the compass out of my bag along with the pocket knife. After a few seconds Abey, lacey and sam come in. 

"We are with you, I don't know about the rest of them but That president lady put you in charge for a reason, and I'm not so happy with the idea of staying here with those idiots," Abey says as she gathers her stuff. 

"They won't survive on their own, we were sent here as a group for a reason, the special alliance," Lacey says, looking up to me. "and the rainforest can be very dangerous..." 

"They'll come," I say, making my way out with Abey, lacey, and sam behind me. I glanced over at lacey, "what kind of animals live here?" 

"Oh, just tigers, monkeys, elephants, gorillas..." Lacey says, getting quieter as she kept talking. we made our way out of the ship, 

my eyes followed Luca until I passed him, making my way into the woods. 

"You guys are just gonna leave?"Aubri asks dramatically. 

I tilted my head slightly with a shrug, before walking through the thick trees.

#lets-talk-about-jeff-baby #jeff wittek #jeff wittek x reader #vlog squad #davids vlogs

[ambersky0319]

Some random fluff things

I should really finish my homework and go to bed somewhat earlier than I usually do, I have a final plus an FRQ tomorrow one after the other

But I mean

Homework and sleep got nothing on fluff headcanon stuff for ships so here's a disorganized mess of fluff. It's also only for two ships so-

Roman x Emile x Logan (Rolomile)

Plus Patton, Damien(Deceit), and Virgil as their kiddos, and a side Rem^2!

Logan's originally a single dad to a boy named Patton, and Emile and Roman are already married with their two sons Damien and Virgil. They meet Logan when they were called in one day cause Virgil got into a fight at school defending his friend Andy, and once they were home and reassured Virgil they weren't mad Roman and Emile had a long and private discussion about this teacher cause he was so cute and calm and captured their hearts almost immediately

So they ask Virgil about him(Virgil's like, 11 at this point btw) and Vee ain't an idiot, he's the best crush finder out of all the sixth graders, and immediately calls them out and just tell his dads "if you both like him ask him out!"

And so they do, and it ends up going very well! The three go out for coffee, letting the boys stay at Logan's friend's house(Thomas's house). They run into Remus and his boyfriend Remy who somehow knew Logan and they all just sorta hang out

Logan's very confused about how these two married men that obviously love each other so much and are happy with where there family is find him interesting, and he's a bit unsure when it comes to entering a romantic relationship with them. More long talks ensue

Patton also encourages his Papa to date Roman and Emile, the five year old claiming "he'd love to have three papas!" and how excited he'd be if there was more love to go around. As well as excitement over seeing Virgil and Damien more often

Logan does eventually get romantically involved with them and lemme tell you, Roman and Emile used to pride themselves on not ever getting flustered

That pride was thrown out the damn window, Logan makes them flustered with his light laugh and the way he can go on and on about a subject and turn the most boring thing into the most interesting

Logan's also really cuddly and touchy, often playing with their hands or hair, hugging them from behind or placing kisses all over their faces

He nearly gave Emile a heart attack when Emile stumbled in on Logan singing Virgil, Dee, and Patton a lullaby

Roman had originally proposed to Emile. Emile proposes to Logan this time, making sure it's absolutely perfect for their nerd

They all take turns as to who sleeps in the middle each night

Logan reads to them until they fall asleep if they're having a rough day

Emile and Logan talk a lot about psychology and mental health. Damien was really excited to continue learning about that kinda thing, especially cause once he gets older his psychology and health teacher isn't all that great

Roman and Logan are both very competitive and have created the following games : who could fluster Em the most, which one could put the boys to sleep faster(Emile triumphed without even playing), who knew the most musicals or films in x genre, first to clean the most dishes, the best baker(Patton and Dee crushed them with this, and now neither Roman or Logan is allowed to ever cook unless Emile is supervising), and who will last longer for a no blushing game when Emile rambled adorably about whatever new thing he found super interesting

Oh yeah and Roman's a painter cause I said so and he'll often make paintings of his boyfriends. There's a lot of paintings of Logan and Emile out somewhere with a pretty backdrop.

Remus is a photographer in this and has definitely taken many photos of his brother and his husbands whenever asked cause it means he can bring Remy to a really nice date spot too

Dukexiety

Childhood best friends all the way

Remus is very protective over Virgil, and will fight anyone and anything that hurts Virgil

Virgil is very clingy in the mornings, not that Remus is complaining when Virgil's holding him tightly and refusing to let him out of bed

They write together, it was initially a thing Remus did by himself as a suggestion from Logan and then Virgil tried it to help relax and it worked. They've done multiple collaborative short stories, and they both write a Logicality fic together on a shared account on Tumblr

Remus often asks Virgil if he's doing alright whenever things start to get heated, constantly checking if what they were doing was fine and reminding Virgil it was okay to say no. Virgil really appreciates this

Sometimes they need to take breaks so they have a thing where they spend the day away from one another and do their own thing, they end up with some wild stories in the end

Remus is actually a really good cook, especially when it comes to Virgil's favorite things. He really loves making homemade pizza for them

Remus will hum Virgil to sleep

The others are very surprised when they find out they're dating

And nearly gave heart attacks once they find out that Virgil and Remus aren't actually dating, but are engaged

Virgil tells Remus he loves him every single day, any chance he gets. But he's always sure to say it before they go to sleep and just after waking up

#someone suggested rolomile for a ship name so imma just go with that #rolomile #romantic rolomile #romantic dukexiety #dukexiety #deceit mention #sympathetic remus #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic virgil #sympathetic dark sides #sympathetic logan #sympathetic emile #sympathetic remy #virgil x remus #roman x emile x logan #roman sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #dr emile picani #emile picani #logan sanders #im definitely gonna expand on these in the future #night yall!!!

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>-< ok im nervous to do dis but what is your opinion on Remy x Emilie, Roman x Virgil, Deceit x Remus, and Logan x Patton?

Remy x Emilie: It's a nice ship, although I prefer shipping Andy (the shorts anxiety) with Remy.

Roman x Virgil: Meh, I don't love it. But it's okay.

Deceit x Remus: Very cute, I have written about it and will in the future.

Logan x Patton: Kinda the same as Roman x Virgil. Kinda meh, cause I see it everywhere. It's cute though, in a puppy love kinda way.

#shay answers #shipping opinions #prinxiety #logicality #remile