#andrew with black hair why did he do that WHY

[just-j-really]

"I just don't get it," Hob says, for the fifth or sixth or possibly twentieth time that night, glancing over the rim of his cup at Will, who's sitting on the other side of the room, cuddling with his soulmate in an armchair that's really too small for the both of them. "Why everyone's so hung up on soulmates."

It's all anyone's been able to talk about tonight- and sure, that's fair, it is Will and Ann's engagement party, but Hob has overheard the phrases 'oh you're so lucky you found each other so young' and 'why did you wait this long?' far too many times for one night. Will and Ann met as toddlers; they've never had another option and Hob cannot fathom why everyone seems to think that's a good thing.

Case in point, even his little group of Unmatched friends react to his statement with varying degrees of exasperation.

Hob is just sober enough to be aware he should probably shut up, and drunk enough that he keeps talking anyway. "I mean, I've seen 'soulmates'," he says. "My parents were soulmates, both my siblings met theirs, half of my friends are paired off by now. It's not like I don't know how soulmates work. Soulmates are..." he takes a moment, gathers his thoughts, and even though he's not entirely sure what he's about to say, the moment the word leaves his mouth he knows it's exactly right, "Stupid."

His friends laugh uncomfortably. "You're an idiot," Andrew says, not unkindly.

But Hob's on a roll now, an argument that's been simmering in his chest for years spilling out of him, the exhilaration of speaking making the words come easily. "You literally don't have to stay with your soulmate. No one has to! Everyone just goes along with it because everybody else does. But not me. I've made up my mind," he says, setting his cup down and straightening his shoulders. He's been bullshitting a bit but he means this, knows down to his bones that this is something worth staking his life on. "I'm going to meet someone perfect who isn't my soulmate, and I'll marry them instead."

He feels like he should do something solemn to mark this occasion. Stand up on a table, maybe.

Instead, most of his friends laugh at him again. "Hobs, that's the literal definition of your soulmate. Someone who's perfect for you," Gwen points out. The laughter is teasing, and Gwen's tone is more reassuring than anything else, but still, Hob finds himself frustrated.

"But there's so much more out there. So many people to fall in love with," he insists. "Shouldn't I know who's perfect for me better than anyone?"

And his friends tease him for somehow being sappily romantic in his opposition to sappy romance, and he laughs along with them and points out that his perfect person will be more understanding than them, for sure. And he's genuinely a bit hurt, but Gwen bumps his shoulder apologetically and he thinks that destiny has nothing on these friends he's made on purpose, who know him well enough for these unspoken gestures. And there's movement in the corner of his eye.

Hob looks up.

The most gorgeous man alive is standing in front of him. He's tall- probably taller than Hob, even- pale and willowy, with a mess of soft-looking black hair. His eyes are a deep blue Hob didn't think existed in real life until this moment. He looks like the slightly magical prince in a fairy tale got loose in the real world and decided to become a goth. He's perfect.

"Did I hear you say," the man asks, his voice soft and deep all at once, resonant in a way that Hob's never heard before, "you have no intention of meeting your soulmate?"

Not if he's you, Hob thinks, I take it all back if he's you.

Despite what many of his friends will argue, he is capable of not voicing every thought that comes into his head, if only under extreme circumstances, so he offers the stranger his best grin and says, "Yeah. Yeah, I do."

"You'll need to tell me how that works out, then," the man replies.

"Don't encourage him!" Andrew calls from the other side of their little cluster.

The man- flinches, just a little. Hob probably wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't been staring at him, but Hob's universe just gained a new center, so he is and he does.

"Hey," he says, catching the man's eyes, "Don't mind him, he's just boring. You really want to know how it goes, finding someone who isn't my soulmate?"

"I do," the man says, seriously, like he genuinely thinks Hob's quest is worth his full attention. It leaves Hob feeling warm, almost giddy.

"Perfect," Hob says, and then, because he's never known when to quit, "Let me give you my number, so I can update you?"

The man nods, a teasing little smirk appearing on his face, as though he and Hob already know each other perfectly, and this is a shared, ancient joke between the two of them. His fingers brush Hob's as he passes over his phone.

Nothing happens. There's no spark, no splash of color on Hob's skin marking where this stranger's fingers first dragged over his.

They are, definitively, not soulmates.

And Hob knows for certain that he's right.

[Part Two]

#dreamling #the anti-soulmate au #I'm back on my bullshit everybody! #it's not soulmates but it IS love at first sight #for one of them anyway #my fic #unsoulmates au

[crimsonred-hi]

Style, or lack there of

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Reader

Warning: it’s really short

Summary: Where did Hozier suddenly get all his style from? He comes out of his 4 year hiding for ‘Unreal Unearth’, all the flannel have been replaced with shirts and all his jeans have been replaced with nice trousers. Why? Because he got a girlfriend, who doesn’t let him walk out the house looking like a butch lesbian even though that look was a slay

“Seriously, I can back my own bags for tour, I’m not 5…”

He grumbles as he sits on the bed he shares with his beloved, watching as she neatly and tightly folds clothes for his suitcases. Arguably, he definitely could have done it by himself, but he knows better than to disagree, y/n said she would do it. End of.

He watches as she puts an all black suit in case, and he gets ready to argue, but she talks first.

“Just, stop. I’m not letting you, in right mind, walk around wearing a blazer and a random graphic t-shirt. You’ve got nice clothes, and you’re gonna wear them. You’re doing more fan things this tour, don’t you want to look presentable for your fans.”

She’s right. God, she’s right. He thinks to himself. He loves her to bits, but sometimes she cares too much, he’s never given two shits what people think about how he looks. Usually, he just packs two formal outfits and moves on, but every thing she’s packing is nice, except for his jumpsuit, which she loves to see him in so it gets the pass to get into the suitcase.

“y/n…. Why are you so obsessed with me dressing nicely?”

“Trust me, Bear, just trust me judgment.”

Great, now he can’t argue because she called him ‘bear’, this is a loosing battle for him, so he just gives in, move to do something else. Deciding to trust her judgement.

Despite his reluctance, his new wardrobe was a hit in his fans, they love his new style how he dress so well. All because of his girlfriend being stubborn and always right.

So when he gets home for his first little visit of the tour, he’s sat on the couch, you cuddled into his side as he plays with the hair on your nape.

“Ya know… that little wardrobe you insisted I should have….. apparently the fans were really loving it…”

His voice is low, his lips pushed into your hair so he’s made to mumble. You can’t help but laugh, because you were right, so you have to say it,

“I told ya so.”

“Yeah… ya told me, honey…”

He mumbles into your hair, smiling at the warm silence of your shared home. A silence that is only made better by each other’s presence.

#hozier x reader #andrew hozier byrne #hozier oneshot #hozier #hozier imagine #short #really short I’m sorry about how short it is

[sheisburiedhere]

The GraveRobber

Andrew graves x reader

Warning: cursing, sexual stuff

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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Jax...

You remember sitting on your sweet boyfriend's lap around midnight eating pizza and playing Mario kart the night before he left. Did you do something wrong? After all you both been through together... he just up and left? Why?...

He was you best friend since childhood, you both went to the same preschool, took baths together when you had play dates, had sleepovers every other weekend, all that jazz. Jax was really kind of cute , He had light brown curly hair , with equally light brown freckles that covered his fair skin and he always wore these long sleeve shirts with sweaters over them or this dark blue space themed hoodie that you would occasionally borrow when he was at work. It smelt like fresh linen and Irish spring body wash.

Jax preferred a "traditional" relationship ,he didn't like you wearing makeup and anything tight or short because he didn't like guys gawking over you. He didn't want you to work even though you wanted to work as mortician but he didn't find that feminine and well it creeped him out. So you decided to sacrifice your dream to well compromise in your relationship , you stay home in your shared apartment, doing the cleaning , cooking, and all those household chores. It isn't like you hated these things, you are actually pretty skilled at it.

But after Jax got a new job , you both moved to this apartment and well after a month , he left. It feels like it was almost planned... like ever since you both arrived here, he grew distant and well now looking back at everything... you should have know.

He started coming home late, like really late . He started complaining about you and how you looked and why don't you try dressing more modern and feminine and you remember turning and looking at him like HUH?! And that's when you start smelling very sweet perfume on his work suit. The same work suit that you wash and iron. But you must be crazy right, he would never cheat on you anything, he always acted like a saint.

That bitch

You're gonna find him.

And make him pay.

"OH MY GOSH," you yelled hitting against your neighbour wall with your fists, "TURN OFF THAT MUSIC," you screamed but that did nothing. You groan as you slam your head against the wall as a last attempt.

You decide to clean your small apartment, it became a habit now, I mean well there isn't anything really to do other watch tv and sleep. Can't really eat, have to ration food, maybe you shouldn't have really given those two emo siblings a whole box of food. But that was out of your good heart , you want to hate everyone but you just can't. It was a good thing you did.

*Your Love Increases*

You sigh, as you go to change your clothes after showering looking at the dreary patterns on your long skirts and and ugly blouses that Jax bought for you to wear. But you remember your clothes that you wore in high school which are stuffed in black trash bag in your closet after Jax threatened you to throw away if you continued wearing them because he claimed that you were cheating by doing so. You burst the bag open and empty it on the bed and you smile as you remember how good you used to feel wearing these. You grabbed an outfit and put it on.

You look at your outfit in the mirror , twirling and grinning and you decided to put on some makeup. Damn you look hot.

*Your Confidence Increases*

You turn back to the clothes that you now realized you hated and look at them. You bunch up the clothes , and slam open the balcony door and start dumping out the clothes outside onto the street. Your heart races wildly as you see the clothes being run over by speeding car. It was almost... pleasurable. Your chest rises and falls heavily as you breathe hard , smiling madly.

As you come down from your high, your eyes meet the older of the Graves siblings- Andrew with his eyes widened, his mouth slightly opened and halfway burnt cigarette almost falling out his mouth. His eyes traces over your body lingering at certain places and then at your lips and repeats this as if he was in a trance. You blush, its been a while since someone looked you like this, you don't even think Jax ever looked you like this well since... ever.

You snapped your fingers in front his eyes as he blinks out of his trance. "H-ey, um- wow you look uh- wow," he covers his face partially, blushing trying to avoid eye contact or his eyes contacting with any part of you than can make his knees give out. Before you speak , he continues , "Damn I mean you look beautiful since the first day I saw you moving in but damn you look so good, I mean you looked hot in what I saw you in last time but-" he breathes in hard as he continues admiring you. He starts back again " This enhances your hotness," he smiles nervously also playing with his hair as his eye gets lost in yours.

You smile mischievously, without words you use your index finger to call him over to your balcony while biting the bottom of your lip. Jax never made you feel so... horny but damn you are now and you want to enjoy this badly and come on, Andrew is hot. His eyes widen as he smirks and sets up his makeshift bridge to cross over coolly , he turns to flick the cigarette off the balcony and turns back to face you .

He pushes you against the balcony door , tracing his hands on your hips, he kisses your neck , light and soft then he pecks your lips. Its almost as if he is afraid to touch you like if you're glass, or so you thought. He squeezes your hips roughly , bucking up against you private area making you groan, running his tongue against your lips asking for entry. You open your mouth as you start feeling heated, his tongue slips in, dancing with yours, fighting for dominance and winning. He drinks in your moans as you grind against him. He pulls away from the kiss reluctantly, leaning down to whisper in your ear as he grabs two handfuls of your ass, "Tell me what you want me to do Y/n, say it and I'll do it , please say it Y/n."

Face flustered as you are just mind fucked from this amount of physical interaction, you wrapped you arms around his neck , breathing heavily as your chest touches his , " Andrew I wanna-,"

"ANDREW , where the actual hell are you I need you to come rub my feet," Ashley annoying whines loudly that it can be heard from where you both were. Andrew jumps back with a scared but annoyed look as if he has touched fire but his hands is still on your hips almost as if glued almost as if he didn't want to let go.

He breathes in apologetically as he steps back, giving you a quick deep kiss holding to your face saying " I'm sorry but I really like you , but if Ashley finds out I don't know what she'll do...", "ANNDREEWWWW" she yells . He groans loudly as you give him a kiss again and he leaves to go back into his apartment.

You look longingly at the apartment and scowls

"Stupid Cock block"

#the coffin of andy and leyley #andrew graves x reader #andrew graves #ashley graves

[americasass91]

Need You Now

Hello, my lovelies!

So listen….this is completely self indulgent and is all Mr Evan’s fault. He just had to go and win Sexiest Man Alive and have a sexy fucking photoshoot. And those pictures just had to make me feral.

This is definitely not the best thing I’ve ever written. Threw it together in about an hour. Again having nobody to blame but Christopher.

I mean how could I not after I saw the above picture? I couldn’t not write something.

Well anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

*DISCLAIMER, if you’re under 18, just go away. This isn’t for you! Kindly fuck off. Thanks!

Words: 2.4k

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Language, unprotected Smut, P in V sex, Breeding Kink, talks of trying to conceive, husband and wife kink if you squint, Chris in that picture, I think that’s it

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“Why did you agree to this again?”

You rolled your eyes at your husband as you continued doing your makeup in the mirror. “Because Andy, it’s the last good weekend before the colder weather sets in and because we were invited and I want to go.”

Your grumpy husband lets out a sigh. “I would’ve much rather done our own thing than go to this cookout.”

You put the finishing touches on your makeup and turn around to look at him. “Why? It’ll be fun! They’re our friends, Andrew. We don’t see them very much.”

Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes. “But I don’t even like half of these people.”

“Oh, come on. It won’t be that bad. I promise. If we get there and you are bored to tears and hating life, then we’ll go. Scouts honor!”

He walks until he’s standing in front of you and puts his hands on your hips. “Okay, fine. I’ll go but only because you want to. But when we get back…” He starts trailing light, barely there kisses along the side of your neck until he reaches your ear..”You better plan to be up all night, filled with me.”

Before the shivers finish trailing up your spine, Andy steps away with a chuckle to go get dressed. Well shit. Now you aren’t sure you want to go yourself. You shake your head. No. You had promised your friends you’d show up. Plus you were already ready. And you thought you looked pretty cute in your yellow sundress.

You turn back around to face the mirror to double check your hair when your husband emerges from the closet. You do a double take as he sits on the bed to slip on his boots.

Jesus Christ you have forgotten how to breathe.

Your usually suited up, straight laced A.D.A., is sitting there looking like sex on legs.

He’s in a pair of black slacks and a dark green shirt. But that’s not what has you open-mouthed and drooling. It’s the way he only buttoned up the shirt about halfway and you have a clear view of the chain he always wears and the tattoos that litter his chest. Including your name he has tattooed over his left pec.

Christ on a cracker. You can already tell your panties have soaked through. This piece of shit is doing this on purpose. He knows the effect he has on you.

“Sweetheart?”

You shake your head as you close your mouth, stunned to see him standing in front of you. He reaches up and wipes some drool from the side of your mouth. “You, uh, got some drool there.”

You open your mouth to retort but realize your brain has short circuited from the beauty of the man in front of you.

Sure, you’re married and have been together for a long time. Doesn’t mean you aren’t still widely attracted to the man.

He gives your ass a smack. “We better get going. Don’t want to be late.”

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After changing into a fresh pair of panties, you and Andy head on over to your neighbor's house across the street.

You both head ou tback where the party is in full blast. “Well look what the fucking cat dragged in! The Barbers!”

Your eyes instantly spot the man yelling. “Hi, Mike!”

You let go of Andy’s hand and let Mike pull you into a quick hug. You’re soon pulled out of it by his wife Kate and pulled into her arms. “Oh my god! I can’t believe you actually showed up!” She pulls away and looks you up and down. “Cute dress! Come on, let’s go get you a drink!”

You turn your head about to see if Andy wants anything, but see a beer has already been put into his hand and is standing in a circle of the other husband’s chatting. Looks like he’s even enjoying himself. You knew he would.

Kate drops your hand after you make it over to the drink table. “So, what’s your poison?”

You eye the table and decide to play it safe and stick with an old fashioned wine cooler. Kate just rolls her eyes at you. “That’s it?”

You twist the cap off and take a quick sip. Just as good as you remember them. “I don’t want to get too crazy. Plus, it’s been forever since I’ve had one of these.”

Kate looks up after she gets done pouring an adequate amount of rum into her coke. “Well, they are delicious. So, how’ve you been? How’s, uh, everything?”

You take another swig before answering. Of course she’s wondering if you’d had any luck conceiving. You shrug your shoulders. “Nothing yet, but we’ve only been trying for a few months. Plus my doctor said it may take awhile since I had been on birth control since I was 15. Might take a little bit for all those hormones to leave my system.”

She nods. “Yeah, it took about a year for me to get pregnant. Don’t worry, I’m sure it’ll happen!”

You shake your head. “I’m not worried. It’ll happen if it’s meant to. And if not, then we’ll adopt. I’m not going to stress over it. The doctor said stressing about it can make it not happen so I’m going to stay positive.”

Kate smiles at you. “That’s a great mindset! Regardless of how it happens, you’ll make an amazing momma!”

“Thank you! I hope so! I’m sure I’ll be asking you for lots of tips.”

She takes a sip of her drink as she looks over at her kids playing around the yard with the other neighborhood kids. “Oh, I’ve got plenty!”

The 2 of you are soon joined by a couple other women you hadn’t seen in awhile either. You guys chat and gossip about everything that’s been going on lately. As the conversation turns to something you’re less than interested in, you can’t help but let your eyes wander over to Andy.

The men have migrated to a group of lawn chairs and are laughing about something. Andy’s eyes catch yours and he gives you a smile. God you loved him. You return it before getting pulled back into the conversation when one of the ladies asks how your job is going.

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About 2 hours later it starts getting dark out. All the women had rejoined their significant others at the lawn chairs.

You were currently laying against Andy’s chest, him leaned back with his arms wrapped around you. The fire had been going for a while now and you were all nice and toasty.

A few of the couples had gathered their kids and bid their goodbyes. That left only Kate’s and Mike’s kids and a few couples left sat around the fire.

You’re just enjoying listening to the conversations going on around you, letting the vibrations of Andy’s chest as he talks to Mike lull you to sleep.

You just get your eyes shut when your phone starts going off.

You quickly grab it and silence it. Kate asks if everything is okay. You wave a hand in her direction. “Yeah, just my mom texting me.”

But that’s a lie.

That wasn’t your text tone that went off. You knew that sound well. And judging from the way Andy is now practically squirming underneath you, so does he.

You have this app on your phone to help track when you’re ovulating. And anytime you’re in a peak ovulation time, an alarm goes off. The sound has lately made your husband feral. He’ll bend you over the nearest surface and stuff you full.

Speaking of.

He is currently subtly rutting his erection into your ass.

You hold back a whimper and grab onto his arm. “Andy, stop. Not here.”

He leans down to whisper into your ear, “Should’ve thought about that when you made plans to come here. You know what that fucking alarm does to me. Need to be inside you baby girl. Now.”

Oh, fuck.

You’re about to suggest going home when the rest of the couples, and kids, start to stand up and head toward the house. Mike goes over and puts the fire out.

Kate comes over to your chair. “We’re going to head inside and watch the new Halloween movie. You guys wanna come?”

You don’t even have time to open your mouth to respond before Andy does. “Nah, I think we’re going to head home. Both of us are a little tired. Aren’t we, sweetheart?”

You nod your head. “Yeah, the fire made me tired.”

She nods. “Okay, well let’s get lunch next week?”

You agree. “Sounds great! Thank you for inviting us.”

She waves as she heads inside. You go to get up but are forcefully pulled back down. “Just where do you think you’re going, baby girl?” He moves your hair to the side and starts kissing and biting at your neck, all the while moving his right hand under your dress.

“Well I thought we could head home and take care of-“ But you’re cut off when his fingers make contact with your clothed core.

“Too far. Need you here, now.”

You go to protest but he moves your panties aside and sinks a finger into you.

You smack your hand to your mouth to keep your moan in. Andy just chuckles behind you as he adds another finger and starts scissoring them around. “Need to keep quiet, baby. Don’t want the neighbors knowing what we’re doing out here.”

You clench down on his fingers. “Oh? Maybe you do, huh? Does my baby girl want to get caught?”

You can’t even respond. You start grinding against his hand. He indulges you for a few minutes before he pulls his fingers out and flips you around so that you’re straddling him. He pulls you in for a lust filled kiss before he grabs your hands and puts them at the top of his pants. “Go on. Take me out.”

You don’t need to be told twice.

Not wasting any time, you unbutton and unzip his slacks. You quickly find out he has gone commando this evening. You look up at him in surprise. He just gives you a sexy smirk. “Easier access?”

You roll your eyes and lean back in for a kiss, your right hand wrapped around his achingly hard cock, pumping it up and down.

Andy brushes your hand away and pulls your panties to the side. “Sorry sweetheart. Need to be inside you.”

Not wanting to wait any longer yourself, you grab ahold of his cock and hover over him and rub his tip along your soaked slit before sinking down on his length. You throw your head back and let out a sigh of relief. You love nothing more than to be filled by your husband.

Andy takes a minute to watch the pleasure on your face. It doesn’t last very long though before he grabs your hips and starts grinding you back and forth in his lap.

You don’t catch the moan that escapes you this time.

“Shhh. Need to be a good girl and stay quiet while your husband fills you up.”

You nod and place your hands on his shoulders as you take over the movement of your hips, picking up the pace. Andy releases his hold on your hips and smacks your ass before pulling the top of your dress down enough so your tits spring free. He pays extra attention to your nipples, knowing how much you like it.

After a few minutes, you change from grinding to bouncing up and down on his cock as best you can on a lawn chair. You can already feel yourself close to an orgasm. “Andy, please. Gonna cum. Need help. Please.”

He repositions a little so that his left leg hangs off the side of the lawn chair and plants his foot on the ground. He grabs the back of your head with his left hand and pulls you down until you’re chest to chest, pulling you into another kiss. He takes his right hand and moves it in between you so he can rub your clit.

He uses the little leverage he has with his foot and starts thrusting up into you, hitting your g spot from this position. You moan into his mouth.

“Fuck, baby girl. Squeezing me so good. Won’t last much longer after you cum. Need to fill you up.”

You’re both now just panting into each other’s mouths. “Please Andy.N-need it. Need your cum.”

“Yeah? Need me to fill you up, huh? Yeah you do. Gonna fuck a baby into you sweetheart.”

And that’s what does you in. You cum with a silent cry, your hands digging into his shoulders.

He only lasts a few more thrusts before he gives into his own pleasure. You can feel his warm spend filling you up as he slows his thrusts down, eventually coming to a stop. You both take a minute to catch your breath before you make eye contact and burst out laughing.

“Can’t believe we just fucked on a lawn chair in our neighbors backyard.”

He pulls you in for a sweet kiss. “I fucking love you, Mrs. Barber.”

You smile. “I love you, Mr Barber.”

He cups your face and brushes his thumb against your bottom lip, smiling when you press a kiss to it. “Think we better get home, sweet girl. Before I take you on this chair again.” As he says this, you can feel him start to harden inside of you.

Startled at how quick he’s ready to go again, you quickly get up and let out a hiss as he slips out of you.

You right your clothes as best you can before grabbing your phone and helping him up.

He tucks his cock back into his slacks as best he can with a hard on and zips and buttons them up. He grabs your hand and starts practically pulling you towards your guy's house.

“Hurry up baby. That pussy isn’t going to fill itself up.”

You were in for a long night.

Tags: @drabblewithfrannybarnes​ @harrysthiccthighss​ @patzammit​ @bluemusickid​ @wanderinglunarlights  

#Chris Evans #andy barber #andy x reader #andy barber smut #andy barber x y/n #life ruining boston cream meatball #chris evans fanfiction #andy barber x wife reader #chris evans smut #andy barber drabble

[mshalfemptygirl]

The Prince Agent (S.R)

Plot: Reader is called to help Spencer with a case and things get too cute.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Dr!Fem!Reader

Contents: Really quicky mention to kidnapping and lots of fuffy

A/N: guys it’s my first fic, so let me know if you guys liked it, if you need a part 2. There are some translations at the end for you to understand the fic. Just give support and love. Thank you very much. Enjoy! 

I never knew exactly where linguistics was going to take me, but this is too much. I was at the police station, dressed an updated version of what it was meant to be Mary Stuart all because I helped my teacher with an Scotch Language Class this afternoon. You know, I'm in the postdoctoral program and sometimes we need to help our teacher and that's mean look ridiculous when they ask you to do a "favor" to them. So, I'm here, next to the door, feeling lost and angry for not have time to change my outfit. They said that just need to find an Agent called Dr. Spencer Reid to translate a little girl who was saved by the team. It gonna be easy, but no.

I notice that there is a man looking at me, he’s next to bullpens with some paper in his right hand. He is tall and very handsome by the way. In fact, he's wearing a tie that makes him look really HOT but I can't think about those things at such a delicate moment like this, I need to focus. I walked towards him, looking at the floor because in addition to the long dress, I was wearing high heels and I didn't want to embarrass myself in the middle of the police station. When I stopped in front of him, he put the papers on the table and gave me a small smile.

“Excuse me, where can I find Dr. Spencer Reid?” I returned the smile, wishing it was him.

“Well, right here. I’m Dr Spencer Reid, nice to meet you. You should be Dr. Y/N L/N. Or maybe Princess Y/N L/N?” he give me a big smile. “Can you follow me?” I felt my face burn, he was making fun of me and it made me a thousand times more nervous. I start follow him to the hallway with many rooms, the walls were white and light blue, there is a clock on the wall.

“Sorry, I didn’t have time for change. And It supposed to be Mary Stuart. So it’s Queen Y/N L/N”. He nodded while he run his hand over his hair. He stopped to think about something. Even nervous, I can't take my eyes off him. “Did you know that Mary became Queen of Scots at only six days of age and Mary’s last night was spent drafting an elaborate will in which all her servants were remembered. On the day of her execution, she appeared in her customary black cloak and with a white veil over her head and she then dropped the cloak to reveal a crimson red dress?” he ask me, I can see the excited in his face. I couldn't help but smile big, he's so endearing, so cute. I think he's trying to make me more comfortable.

“Yes!!! And she also was the first woman to practice golf in Scotland. She even caused a scandal when she was seen playing the game at St Andrews within days of her husband Darnley's murder. She was a such badass, I like her” I said. Then I remember about the little girl, they must have been in a hurry to help her. “But Dr. Reid, changing the subject, can we talk about the little girl? What you want me to do?” the expression on his face changed from a happy face to a worried one.

He explained to me that she was only 6 years old, she is physically fine and she was rescued from a kidnapping a few hours ago, they couldn't find her family and they couldn't ask her questions because she only speaks Portuguese. That's why they called me. It looks like his team has been looking into this possible unsub for months. Well, now I'm more relieved to be dressed like this, she deserves a good time in the middle of this chaos, I hope she likes princesses. Doctor Reid will walk me into the room so I can be the bridge between him and Mila.

I was the first to enter the room, there were some children's things on a table in the corner of the room. In the center of the room was a shaggy green rug and a table. Mila was drawing on the table, she had her back to me, focused on drawing and there is another blonde woman in the room with her, it must be another agent. She got up and wished him good luck. I looked at him and he nodded for me to start.

"Oi Mila, me falaram que tinha uma princesa por aqui” ¹ she looked at me and took to give me a hug. She got really excited saying several things at the same time, I sat with her on the floor and she played with my hair. That's when she realized that Dr. Reid was in the room and her face was etched with fear. “Mila, ele não vai te fazer mal, ele é muito legal! Sabe, o nome dele é Spencer e ele é meu principe. Ele é meu cavaleiro que me protege de coisas ruins e ele protege princesas como você também. Então ele não vai te fazer mal. Okay?” ²

She waved at me and I gave her a smile. I called Spencer over and he sat on the other side of the table. I translated for him what I said to her and it was like that for 40 minutes. Mila was no longer afraid of him, she gave as much information as possible about the man who took her and she also talked about her family. When she was scared, she squeezed my hand really tight and I told her that everything was going to be alright. Now, she going to draw two drawings for us. “Y/N, I will pass the information for Agent Garcia so she can start the search. You helped a lot. Thank you. Can you stay with her?" I nodded to him. “Mila, diz “Bye, Spencer”, ele precisa ir agora” ³.

“NÃO! Ele tem que dar um presente para você. Ele é seu principe, não é? Vocês tem que casar e viver felizes para sempre” ⁴ At that moment my heart beat faster. Holy shit, how was I going to translate this to him?! I can feel the presure. If I was avoiding embarrassing myself, now is the time. She was looking for something in the toy box, she walked to Spencer and gave him a plastic ring. She just pointed at the ring and then at me. We looked at each other not knowing what to do. I was in PANIC. “Spencer, I think she wants us to get married. You don’t have to. Sorry, I can explain to her that...”.  

“Oh, don't worry, I can give you the ring. Give me your left hand" I held out my hand to him and when he touched me I feel a good feeling. His hand are so soft. Looking right into Mila's face who seemed very happy with our misfortune. "Right, we are married. I’m married to a queen. I have to go now but can we talk after this, my lady?" he said after kissing the ring on my hand. Damn, he obviously has a hold on me."Yes, we can, Prince Agent Reid". Then I give him a smirk and he left the room. I show Mila my hand, she was happy for the first time in days and I was thinking how lucky I would be if this fairytale were true.

1 Hi Mila, someone told me there was a princess around here.

2 Mila, he won't hurt you, he's really nice! You know, his name is Spencer and he's my prince. He is my knight who protects me from bad things and he protects princesses like you too. So he won't hurt you. OK?.

3 Mila, say “Bye Spencer”, he needs to go.

4 NO! He has to give you a gift. He's your prince, isn't he? You have to get married and live happily ever after.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x fem!readr #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid you #dr spencer reid

[courtingchaos]

Blackberry + Smash

Pairing: Thirty something line cook!Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Summary: You and the line cook from next door have been flirting for too long.

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: This started as something else, and ended up being a thing I put together for @newlips milestone of love! It's only in two parts because I'm incapable of writing anything within reason! Also I didn’t mention more than once I think, but Eddie and reader are 32 because I’m tired of pretending to be 20 again 🙃 (18+ NSFW etc. etc.)

“Eddie’s here!” One of the girls titters over the headset and you roll your eyes when you hear the chorus line out front. 

“Hi Eddie!” All singsong and sweet at him; he answers like Charlie to his Angels. 

“Hi baristas!”

It’s become rote at this point, his near daily appearance at 2pm, big smile plastered on his face when the bell rings overhead. He’s dressed for work, black t-shirt with ‘Stacy’s Tap House’ in large white letters across his back, black jeans and…crocs?

“Crocs dude?” You’ve moseyed out to the front register to greet him and notice his lack of steel toes. 

“What? You don’t like ‘em?” He lifts one leg up behind himself like a princess and dips his head into his shoulder to bat his lashes at you. “You wear them.”

“I don’t work with hot oil.” 

“Eh, I broke my laces and I’m lazy. Haven’t gone to the store yet.” He waves a hand at you while you type in his drink. It’s a truly atrocious thing with 14 pumps of syrup and 6 long shots and heavy cream. You give him shit every single time. You sneer playfully at him when he taps his phone against the reader. He follows you all the way down the line, mirroring your wrinkled nose. 

“What are you up to today?” You’re queuing up shots and pumping syrups and you catch him eyeing you over the glass. He crosses his arms over the top of the partition to lean forward and if he wasn’t Eddie, you’d ‘accidentally’ splash him with the rinser. 

“Oh you know, making some sandwiches, taking out some trash, selling hardcore drugs in the walk-in. Typical Wednesday.” He shrugs, bobs his head and keeps his eyes on you. You can feel it even while you have your head down, wiping the counter in front of you. You let out a little laugh and that seems to satisfy him. Looks back over his shoulder to the parking lot out front for a few seconds. You take the opportunity to stare at the long column of his neck, bared to you where his hair is pulled back into a bun. The tendon straining from the angle of his head. You could make real quick work of that pale skin, litter it with red and purple. 

“Is Jeff working today?”

“He’s in later, why?”

“Wanna bring him his americano?”

“Eh, sure.” He starts to turn back towards the register and you flap your free hand at him. 

“I got it, don’t worry.”

“You keep giving me free shit, they’re not gonna keep you around much longer.” There’s that smile again, the dimples that keep you up at night. What a bastard. 

“You think after 8 years they’re just gonna fire me? I’ll burn this store down first.” Smirking you hand him both drinks and throw two straws at him. His big hand slaps at his chest and he gasps, looking behind you to grab the other baristas attention. 

“Caitlyn did you see that? Is Andrew here? I need to speak to a manager!” 

Caitlyn just giggles at him, like you all do, and throws another handful at him. He snatches them all up off the counter top and the few that hit the floor to clutch in his fist. 

“These are mine now!” He’s backing up toward the door and nodding at the line who are all pretending to wave hankies at him. 

“Hey, Eddie? You make me sick, don’t come back in here tonight.” The smile is clear in your voice even if you are squinting meanly at him. He pauses for a second to wiggle his eyebrows at you. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.” His laugh follows him outside and you watch him jog to his green pickup. 

“Every time he comes in here he stares at you.” Caitlyn is still there hovering at your shoulder, watching you watch Eddie, and you can hear her smirking behind you. 

“Oh you don’t say?”

Hey chickadee. 

What’s up buttercup?

You’re closing, right?

Of course, what the fuck else do I do around here?

G a w d d a m n

What?????

Don’t gotta jump up my ass about it I was just trying to be a ~gentleman~ and see if you wanna hang later. 

Oh! Sure, I’ll check with Cate. 

 Jeff will have a shit fit. 

The restaurant closes at 10, your cafe at 9, so it gives you and Cate roughly an hour to race back to your apartment and change. You refuse to go out smelling like coffee and milk, even if Eddie tells you he likes the smell that lingers on your pullover. Weirdo. 

You’ve been digging around for ten minutes looking for your good pair of jeans, only to find them in the hamper. Still dirty from the weekend before where you’d gotten a little too rowdy and dropped a drink down the front of you. 

Plan B it is. Dress, tights, jacket. All black of course, why would you buy anything else? 

“Nah nah nah, I’m not third wheeling am I?” Cate asks when you walk into the living room twisting on your rings. 

“What? No. My jeans are dirty and this is like, the only other non work thing I have clean.” You’re a little defensive, sure. She didn’t need to point out the obvious so clearly now did she? Cate’s eyebrow starts to raise and your hand comes up, a loud ‘acht!’ falling out of your mouth. 

“It’s not a date! It’s just drinks. Like normal.” This isn’t new, you two going out with the kitchen staff at Stacey’s. It’s always been a little quid pro quo between the businesses and everyone is familiar with each other. They get free drinks more often than not, and you guys get free food (and also everyone gets to ogle Eddie). 

“I don’t know why you haven’t just asked him out yet.” Cate’s not wrong. However, “I’m having fun with it. Also maybe I’m waiting on him to ask me.” You shrug at her. 

The bar you all frequent is just down the street from the restaurant, small and a little loud it’s the best spot mainly because all the cooks know all the bartenders. 

Shots go down easier when they’re free. 

You’re off tomorrow, and Cate drove, but you’re still trying to keep it easy tonight. Didn’t need a repeat of last weekends adventure. 

This isn’t a date, like it always isn’t a date, but everyone knows. You two have been flirting for a few months now and it isn’t like you don’t know if he’s into you or not. You just like the chase on 

this one. He’s witty, funny, a complete asshole on occasion, and incredibly disgustingly hot. You’d told him about as much one night, everyone drunk in the parking lot trying to order an Uber home and he’d just flashed that toothy grin at you like he knew. 

“Has anyone told you how stupidly handsome you are?”

“Stupidly? No.”

“Well you are. Stupidly, for sure, but also handsome.”

“Hey.” He taps your shoulder with your drink, his insistence that he buy. 

“Hey yourself.” You grab the glass and smile up at him. Even after a full shift of sweating over grills he’s pretty, hair pulled down from his bun, loose curls around his shoulders. 

“How was work?”

“Other than the customers, it was fine.” You flash a fake smile and take a sip out of the tiny straw. Jameson and ginger ale. He remembered. A drink order shouldn’t make your heart beat faster but it does. Is the bar so low that you’d give it up for the simple act of remembering your drink?

When Eddie drops down into the seat beside you, his hand falls to your knee and gives it squeeze before taking it away to check his phone. 

No, the bar isn’t low, not for Eddie. But the drink is one of many things that makes you want to take him out to his truck and end this dance you two have been waltzing. 

All the times he’s obviously thinking of you you. Dropping off food and boba and cookies from that really nice bakery on his block. All the memes he sends you on his smoke breaks. The nicknames. It’s just been building really, ready to burst like an especially ripe blackberry. 

Oh it’ll be sweet. 

“What are you up to next weekend?”

“Well, I don’t know about Cate, but-“

“I didn’t ask about Cate.” He looks up from his phone, lays it face down on the sticky table top. Out of the corner of your eye you can tell Cate heard her name. As soon as she looks over at you two she’s facing back to Jeff to share a look with him. 

“O-kay. I was going to say I’m off actually. I have a wedding to go to on Sunday. Why?” 

“Is it in town?”

“Yeah, but I’m gonna be busy like, getting ready for it. I have to get my nails done on Friday. Why?” You lean towards him and push his own drink with your index finger. Anything to push a button. He watches you tease him, eyes dark in the dim lighting, and he reaches over again to tap his middle finger on your crossed knee. He delights in the way your eyes immediately snap to his hand to watch it. 

“Wanna grab lunch on Friday?”

“Aren’t you working?”

“Nope. Rare day off.”

Still watching his finger tap tap tapping away you realize you’re finally getting your wish. 

“Are you asking me out?” A bomb could go off next to you two you’re sure neither would flinch. His eyes on your eyes on his hand. He stops moving, clears his throat to get you to look at him. 

“And what if I am? You aren’t tired of making eyes at me in your lobby every day?” He breaks the tension and makes you laugh. 

“Oh me making eyes? Munson you’re a hypocrite and a liar!” You bicker at him while he scoots his chair close, leaned fully into your space to make big cow eyes at you. Calls you out on your bullshit some more. Gets you a few more drinks and before you know it the bartender is last calling all of you pointedly. 

Outside is cold but you’re buttered up with enough whiskey and Eddie’s giggles to keep your cheeks flush and warm. Everyone is milling around their cars and you’re just trailing along behind Eddie. You follow him to his truck, not intending on getting in. You’re still going home to your own apartment, your own empty bed, as sad as that makes you. 

That blackberry isn’t ready for picking yet, it would seem. 

“So Friday?”

“My appointment is at 11. We can meet after?”

“I can pick you up.” Hopping up into his driver seat he says that over his shoulder while he leans into the cab to shuffle through his glove box. 

“You don’t have to.” You swat his knee, a little admonishment. It might be a first date, but this isn’t either of your first go arounds. He doesn’t need to be chivalrous here. He sits up with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth. 

“Will you just let me pick you up? Jesus.” Huffs around it while he tries to light it. You take the lighter from him and strike it only to hold it just out of reach. He leans forward and you pull your hand back a little, a smirk and a giggle on your lips. A pause and he grabs your fist and pulls it back towards himself, sucks in until the cherry lights and you can see it reflected in his shining eyes. 

Maybe you will climb into the truck, blackberries are your favorite no matter what season. 

Eddie sees you sway forward and as much as he wants to let you lean in between his knees you’re just south of tipsy. He doesn’t want either of you to regret anything. Instead he holds out his palm, gesturing for his lighter. You drop it, still leaning forward and a new glint in your eye. He takes a deep breath and swings his legs inside and grabs his door to close it. Doesn’t miss the look of hurt on your face. 

“Friday.” He says with a smile. 

“Friday.” You back up enough for him to close his door, spinning on your heel to make towards Cate’s car but you stop and spin back. He rolls his window down, eyebrows raised. 

“Can I ask you something?” You lean heavy on the doorframe. He takes a drag and nods at you. 

“Do you actually sell drugs in the walk in?” 

He actually full on laughs, wasn’t expecting that question. 

“Sometimes, yeah.” His wrist is loose on the top of his steering wheel, sodium lights glinting off his ring. Absentmindedly ashes his cigarette on the dash. 

“Oh.”

“Is that okay?”

“Eddie, this is Indiana. You aren’t the first drug dealer I’ve ever met.”

“Yeah, but am I the first one you’ve had a crush on?” Smugness oozes out the window and you reel back, slap your hand against your chest in mock shock. 

“I’m sorry, I have a crush?! Have you met you?” 

“Oh I’m well aware of how I feel. Are you?” God, he’s feeling confident tonight. It’s only been months in the making. 

That itty bitty taunt brings you back in, hands still gripping his door. He watches your tongue poke out and swipe against your bottom lip, the little gem in your medusa piercing catches the light. 

Oh fuck it. 

He meets you halfway, soft lips warm against his own. You taste like whiskey and sugar and that last lime slice you ate while he paid the bill. He feels your hands snake up around his collar to hold, pulling him closer and it takes every single ounce of his willpower to not pull you in through the window. 

Off in the distance he vaguely hears Cate and Jeff and the rest of the bastards you’ve all been out with whistling and slapping car roofs. 

Both of you smiling breaks the kiss but your still in his face and hanging on to his jacket. 

“They’re so loud.” You whisper and he wants to chase it back into you. 

“I’ll kill Jeff later.”

“Oh don’t do that, he has such an easy drink to make.” There’s that laugh, the one that almost twinkles. Eddie wants to kick himself, he’s so far gone. Your fingers loosen, letting him lean back into the cab. He’s thankful for his long hair where it hides his growing blush along his neck. Finally you walk backwards a few steps, definitely heading toward your ride home now. 

“Friday. 10 o’clock?” Cements his plans. Nothing short of a black hole could tear these out of his hands. 

You nod about 20 times and watch him back up and then out of the parking lot, the cheer of everyone following his tail lights.

You nod about 20 times and watch him back up and then out of the parking lot, the cheer of everyone following his tail lights.

(Sacrifice for the read more)

#newlipsmilestoneoflove #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson fic #My work #My Fic

[emry-stars-art]

Massarati was a courting gift to andrew from abram after he realized they were courting one another

My face reading this omggggggg

(Gonna put this up top instead of at the end; find the royal au writing masterpost here 💕)

So this is the 4800 words of fluff; @jtl-fics was bouncing a LOT of ideas with me about it and everything was so sweet 😭🥰 you can read it here! :D or continue on this post for the sparknotes version from Abram's pov (minus the picnic date tho 👀), and let’s showcase my inexperience with horses ✨

THIS IS GREAT I done got myself a little by making Maserati a rescue case… like Abram’s probably right about what happened to her though I didn’t fully decide on it (I’m also making up everything about horse breeds in this universe thank youuu). He’s out one day for whatever reason and comes across this horse in no pasture that’s tall, clearly made for working, but it’s far too skinny. A little skiddish, but not enough that Abram can’t approach after a while of trying. It’s a familiar breed under the dirt and malnutrition.

He doesn’t even bother seeing where it might have come from. He fashions a makeshift lasso/bridle thing from rope and takes a few hours calming the horse enough to bring it back with him to the castle, leaving it in one of the smaller/less used stables with plenty of food and water before going to find Day or someone else that might be able to help. She doesn’t look impressive at first, obviously. But with lots of help and lots of time from Abram taken in secret to the stables, she slowly starts to get better. She gains weight, she gets readjusted to people, she lets him take care of her coat and hair.

At some point, Andrew insists once again on keeping Abram nearby when Abram is having a worse night than usual. Panicking easily, generally unwell. (Andrew is also wondering why Abram is suddenly spending so much time away, why he won’t tell Andrew where he’s been or what he’s doing. It’s completely in his right to do it, so Andrew never forces the issue, but it’s such an obvious switch from his normal behavior. Right when Andrew thought he could start leaning into the courting, it feels like Abram is pulling away and it hurts a little. He gets worried.) Abram can’t sleep, and Andrew won’t sleep until Abram does, so they lay on his bed with Andrew resting against Abram’s lap, relaxing or reading or tracing scars with his fingertips. It’s a long while before Abram asks, unprompted, “Did you ever have an ideal horse?”

Andrew gives him a look.

“I mean… a dream horse. Maybe when you were little, something you always wanted.”

Andrew makes a small noise. “I think most kids do.”

“Right. So did you?”

It takes more convincing than that, lots of Abram assuring Andrew that it’s not stupid, he’s just curious. He’ll tell Andrew his next. And finally Andrew tells Abram of when he was young, living with the Spears, and would fantasize about being anywhere else. He’d take a horse as black as night so no one would see him when he ran away, a horse that was strong and fast enough to take him wherever he wanted to go. He used to imagine it would carry two, so he could take his governess with him, but that was before she left. It was all child’s play, anyway. It didn’t matter now. (Abram’s horse wasn’t so detailed, but he said if he had to pick a coat color, he was very happy with the blue roan he was given.)

So the next time Abram goes to the stable he looks at her, sees how well she’s bulking up, sees again how much larger she is than the Friesians he’s used to from Evermore. She looks even stronger than those already capable horses. When she’s healthy she can certainly carry two riders and more besides, and her endurance is like the horse equivalent of his own. Her coat is getting shiny again, sleek like black oil.

When she’s healthy and ready, Abram trains her. He again has help, of course - there are people who’s jobs it is to take care of and train the castle’s horses and it isn’t him - but she has an undeniable soft spot for Abram. They get her used to being fully decked out in nice tack and equipment and whatever else. Abram holds her steady to get shoed. The veterinarians/au equivalent make sure she stays healthy and the stable master grows more impressed with her every day. She’s not your average horse, he tells Abram. She’s smart. There’s real intelligence in those eyes.

Abram could not be happier.

By the time the twins’ birthday comes around she is ready to go. Abram spends the morning before his work begins making sure she is as sparkling as he can get her, all ready for her favorite stable hand to take her to the main stables later while Abram attends the prince at the festivities. The stable hand is going to put her in her new tack, too, the beautiful white set Abram spent a good chunk of coin to have commissioned. The horse is perfectly well mannered around people now, though only Abram and a handful others can ride her. Abram only plans his evening because he knows she lets anyone ride alongside him - if Abram deems them worthy, the horse won’t protest. It isn’t trust he ever takes lightly. He’s pretty certain she’ll end up allowing Andrew every privilege she allows Abram. He is so excited and so, so nervous for that night. She’s as perfect as she could possibly be, but Andrew has gotten Abram so many wonderful gifts. This is the first time Abram has returned the favor with such intention. Hopefully it’s good enough. (She is.)

Oh also in case you’re wondering. Andrew only needs a new horse because his beloved GS was finally retired, GS is old and now gets to spend the rest of his days in nice pastures where Andrew feeds him lots of treats 💕 every like is one sugar cube gods bless

#there’s so much hereeeeeeeee #I didn’t mean to get myself like I did #giving Abram a skinny scared little (big) probably dangerous evermore native to take care of #bring her back to her fulll potential #or even realize that potential for the first time #let her be taken care. of 😭 #I need a hug man #and I wanna hug Maserati #and gs while we’re here #oh I decided gs has a blood bay coat #he’s majestic #just a little smaller than Maserati #no thoughts of Andrew’s canon car color #only maaggie’s red crayon phone doodle #💕🙏 #fan art #my art #fan fic #my writing #royal au #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #andreil #asks #maserati

[justagalwhowrites]

Lavender - Ch. 14

Tommy comes into the clinic and you offer your medical skills to both him and Joel. Continuation of Lavender Ch. 1-13 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of injuries and treatment of injuries from canon-typical violence. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI!

Length: 5.4k

Sunday, October 4, 2009 - 3 months later 

You came out from the exam rooms and frowned. It took you a second to place the song just starting on the speakers in the waiting room. 

“Marta!” You said. “Is that Back in the U.S.S.R.?” 

“It is indeed,” she leaned across the front desk. 

“I haven’t heard that song in years!” You resisted the urge to dance in a waiting room with half a dozen patients as witnesses. The CD case was sitting on the desk and you gaped at it. “Is that the whole White Album? Where did you find that!” 

“I didn’t,” she smiled. You smiled too, shaking your head. “Andrew told me to keep my mouth shut about it until Sunday afternoon. Said you’d need it.” 

“He’s a sneak,” you said. 

“He also said you work too much, that you need to stop changing his schedule and that you need to stop conspiring with Jess,” her smile shifted to a smirk. “But I don’t think I was supposed to tell you that today.” 

“Oh I’m sure he’ll tell me himself later this week,” you rolled your eyes, still smiling. 

“You’ve got one in exam four,” she handed you a chart. “And Kristen is in with one in exam seven when you’re done there.” 

“Well, as long as we have The Beatles,” you said, tapping the file on the countertop in time to the music before heading back to the exam rooms. 

It was a small miracle that Jess had actually kept Andrew away from the clinic that day. He’d been almost unreasonably protective since Joel had left three months earlier and with your birthday the next day… You didn’t want to disrupt his life any more than you already had. He needed to do things like have a day off. His life was on track. 

The day after Joel left, you didn’t move. Andrew came by to make sure you were still alive. His knuckles were banged up. You stared at the wall. You slept. You stared at the wall some more. Andrew came back Monday morning, letting himself in your apartment and all but dragging you out of bed. 

“You can come to our place or you can go to work,” he said, standing at the edge of your bed, your face pressed against his stomach as he ran his hands over your tangled mass of hair. “Those are your choices. You need to get cleaned up, you need to get out of bed, you need to eat something. You’re not going to just rot here.” 

“I’ll go to work,” you said softly. 

“Then let’s get ready for work.” 

He walked you to the school, stood outside until he saw you go in the doors to make sure you didn’t just turn around and go back home. You didn’t go get your cup of bad coffee or stop and say hi to other teachers. You just went to your classroom and stared at the wall. Unlike in the schools before the outbreak, they’d let you paint your room. Andrew had helped. There was a solar system in one corner and a forest in another and flowering vines that framed the cracks in the cinderblock. 

Your room was the only one in the building like this. The FEDRA teachers were different than the teachers you were used to before. Everyone decorated their rooms before, doing everything they could to keep students engaged. From what you gathered for the regular schools in the QZ, that was still the case - or as much as it could be in the end of the world. But at what amounted to a military school for orphans of the war on humanity, the bare necessities were all there was. It was part of why you decided to teach at this school. Someone, you thought, needed to be invested in these kids. Why couldn’t it be you? 

So you’d decorated your room. Made a bookshelf and stocked it with things you picked up on the black market that had been brought in by smugglers and let the kids borrow what they wanted - everything from old copies of Scientific American to the Harry Potter books (you were still disappointed you’d never find out how those were going to end.) 

As you stared at the vines you’d painted four years ago, you decided that you couldn’t shut down on these kids. They had no one. You couldn’t just be one more person to leave them. You could be the one person they knew loved them. 

You made yourself smile as your students came in. Just because you didn’t matter to anyone else doesn’t mean that they didn’t matter to you. They were worth it. 

You threw yourself into your work. You picked up extra shifts at the clinic. Before, you had Sundays and Wednesdays off but now, you were there every day. Elias had talked to you twice already about burnout but you’d just shrugged him off. All you cared about was finding something that forced you to keep going, something that made you feel something besides hollow. The clinic and the school could be those things. You’d make them be those things. 

You quickly knocked on the door of exam room four before letting yourself in. 

“Hi there,” you smiled, without looking at the patient for a moment, just opening the chart. You froze. 

“Hey Kid.” 

The door closed and latched behind you. Dear Prudence was playing. 

“Hey Tommy.”

You stood there looking at each other. 

“I didn’t think you’d be in today,” he said eventually. “Thought you didn’t work on Sundays.” 

“I do now,” you shrugged. “I like keeping busy. There are no other doctors here right now but I can do a quick eval and see if a nurse can handle what you need or…” 

“No,” he waved you off. “I don’t have a problem with seeing you if you don’t have a problem seeing me. Wouldn’t blame you if you did but…” 

“I don’t,” you said quickly. He smiled. It reminded you of Joel in a way that made your heart ache while making everything seem lighter. You went to the sink and washed your hands, looking over your shoulder at him as you did. “How’ve you been?” 

“Tryin’ to stay out of trouble,” he said. “Don’t know how good a job I’ve been doing at that though.” 

“Not one of your considerable talents, I will say,” you teased. “What brings you by today?” 

“My inability to stay outta trouble,” he smirked. 

You laughed

“Alright, let’s see it.” 

He unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of one side of it. There was a makeshift bandage  around his bicep and you frowned. The blood was dried and the bandage looked like it had been on for far longer than it should have been. 

“Well that’s coming off,” you frowned. “And it’s probably going to hurt. The hell have you been doing, Miller?” 

He just looked sheepishly at you while you unwound the dressing, trying to do so as gingerly as possible. He still winced as the dried blood and discharge pulled on the open wound. 

“Are you fucking kidding me, Tommy?” You shook your head, looking over the injury. ��The hell didn’t you come see me sooner?” 

“It didn’t seem that bad at first,” he said. “But it hasn’t been getting better and…” 

“Yeah, it’s infected you idiot,” you rolled your eyes, dropping the bandage in the trash. “When did you get this?” 

“Last week?” He winced. You sighed. 

“And why was someone shooting at you last week?” You asked. He went to respond and then glared at you. 

“Never said I got shot,” he said. 

“Yeah, I’ve had a partial shoulder shot, Tommy,” you glared at him. “I know what they look like. Who was shooting at you and why. Please tell me I’m not conspiring against FEDRA by treating you right now…” 

“It wasn’t FEDRA,” he rolled his eyes. “Just… had a run in with some bad people is all.”

You looked at him for a moment. 

“It wasn’t in the QZ was it?” 

He paused. 

“No.” 

You groaned. 

“What the fuck, Miller?” 

“Can you spare the lecture, Kid?” He asked. “Can you fix my arm or not?” 

“Nope, I’ll have to cut the whole thing off.” 

He rolled his eyes. You sighed. 

“Yes, I can fix your arm,” you said. “But it’s going to be a process because you didn’t come see me sooner. It needs debridement, I’m going to do some fairly intensive antibiotics because right now your shoulder is a goddamn Petri dish for a super bug and I want to nip that in the bud and then you’re getting stitches. And I swear to God Tommy if you don’t follow my directions for wound care…” 

“You’re not as scary as you think you are, Kid,” he smirked. “But I’ll listen to ya.” 

You glared at him but went and got what you needed from the supply room and scrubbed in before gloving up. 

“You’re lucky I like you,” you said, sitting next to him on the exam table as you injected his arm with local anesthetic. He winced. “Otherwise I’d just do this without numbing you up just to teach you a lesson.” 

You got out a scalpel and forceps, testing his arm after a minute before starting in on the infected tissue. 

“That’s disgusting,” he sounded a little sick. 

“Yeah, well, this is the price you pay for being a dumbass,” you said, focused on his arm.

“Your bedside manner is shit, Kid, anyone ever tell you that?” 

“You’d be the first,” you replied, depositing some of the tissue on a sterile cloth and going back in. He laughed. “Hold still or I will take off your arm.” 

He looked straight ahead for a moment while you worked, eyes narrowed, trying to make sure you were getting all the infected tissue while not taking any of the healthy with it. But after a few minutes he looked at you. 

“So how’ve you been?” He asked. 

“Busy,” you said noncommittally. 

“C’mon,” he said. “You know what I’m askin’.” 

You were quiet for a minute. 

“He told you then,” you said eventually. 

“Yeah.” He was still looking at you. You resisted the urge to cry. You couldn’t fuck up your sterile field. 

“Well, I’m still here,” you shrugged as you deposited more tissue on the cloth, giving the wound a final look. You grabbed the saline and went back to it. “May not want to tell him that, it’d probably be a let down.” 

“Look, Joel’s a fucking asshole but he’s not that much of a fucking asshole,” he said, sounding a bit defensive. “He wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.” 

“He said he never wanted to see me again,” you irrigated the wound and looked it over again. “A lot easier to do if I dropped dead or left town.” 

Tommy didn’t say anything. You put the saline away and got out the suture kit. 

“I’m going to stitch you up now,” you said. “Let me know if you feel anything, I can add to the anesthesia…” 

He just nodded and you started stitching. 

“How is he?” You asked after a moment. Tommy paused a moment before answering. 

“Survivin’,” he said eventually. You nodded slowly. 

“He going outside the QZ too?” 

“Not sure I should be telling a FEDRA doctor anything about that,” Tommy said wryly. You glared a him. “But yeah. He is.” 

“Tommy,” you groaned. “Jesus Christ…” 

“You think I can control a damn thing that man does?” He asked. You glared at him. “We both know he’s going to do whatever the fuck he wants, whatever he thinks is the best thing for everybody because no one else can take care of shit like Joel fuckin’ Miller can…” 

“Been sitting on that feeling for a while there?” You half smiled. 

“Something like that,” he muttered. 

You finished stitching his arm and gave him a shot of antibiotics.

“That’s going to start clearing the infection,” you said. “But I’m sending you home with pills, too. You take every single fucking one of them or I swear I will come and shove them down your throat like I’m drugging a dog. Bacterial infection is a shit show here as it is, I will not let you make it worse because you create an antibiotic resistant strain of super bacteria by not completing your meds…” 

“I’ll take the drugs, Kid.” 

“Good.” 

You wrapped his arm and sat back, looking at your handiwork. 

“Come in like that again and I’m not giving you the anesthesia,” you said, cleaning up your supplies. 

“Well there’s some incentive for you,” he laughed, shrugging back into his shirt. You threw away the trash and your gloves and leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching as he buttoned his shirt. 

“How often are you leaving the QZ?” You asked.

“Don’t exactly have a set schedule,” he said, cagey. 

“Tommy.” 

“Bout twice a month.” 

You nodded slowly. 

“And how often are you getting fucking shot at?” 

He laughed a little and gave you a cocky smile. 

“Bout twice a month.” 

“Jesus Christ…” you muttered.

“They’re bad shots, Kid.” 

“Not that bad.” 

You sighed. 

“I’m only saying this because I know you’re going to keep going out there regardless of what I say about it,” you said. “But next time one of you is hurt and you don’t feel… comfortable coming to the clinic, please get me. I’ll come to you, you can come to me, I don’t really care. Just please don’t get yourselves killed because you’re stubborn idiots.” 

“That go for my idiot brother, too?” He asked, watching you. 

“Course it does,” you said. “Just hit him over the head with a frying pan after taking a thorough medical history so he doesn’t have to see me when I treat him.” 

Tommy snorted, shaking his head as he got down from the exam table. He looked you up and down, a sense of sadness on his face. 

“He’s an idiot, Kid,” he said, meeting your eyes. “I love him but he’s the biggest fuckin’ idiot I know.” 

“He’s not,” you half smiled at him. “But I appreciate the thought. Try to make sure he stays in one piece? Look out for him?” 

“I will,” he said, leaning in and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You pressed the bottle of antibiotics into his hand and watched him leave the exam area, staring at the door he left through for a moment before going to the next exam room. 

Your birthday was a Monday. It was hard to not think about the year before, the day that Joel and Tommy made it to the QZ. You’d thought, for a while, that it was a sign that the day might not be cursed. It could hold the best and the worst of life, it didn’t matter. It felt less good now. 

This year, a long workday helped. Your students were particularly well behaved for a Monday. You weren’t sure if they sensed that you were off or if it was just a coincidence but either way, you were grateful for it. The clinic was good, too. Enough patients to keep your mind occupied and body moving, not so many that you were overwhelmed. 

“Not a bad day all things considered,” Andrew said as you finished with your last patient’s chart a few minutes before 10. The White Album was on again. 

“It was not,” you said, perching on the edge of the desk. He leaned beside you. “Thank you for The Beatles, by the way.” 

“Course,” he kissed your temple and you rested your head on his shoulder. “Knew you’d need it.” 

“I come bearing cake!” Jess sang as she came into the clinic, plate in hand. “Andrew said it wasn’t really that kind of birthday but I figure hard days are an even better excuse for cake so…” 

“Any days are a good excuse for cake,” you smiled. 

“My sentiments exactly,” she smiled back. 

The three of you walked to your place and you put on the AC/DC album that you kept at the apartment specifically for when Andrew was being a jerk about your music or needed some cheering up. 

“Awww, real music,” he said as you cut the cake. “You DO care!” 

“Don’t read into it,” you shook your head and smiled a little, passing out plates. You poured each of you a beer and you gathered around your small table. 

“To an honestly not bad birthday for the shittiest of birthdays,” Andrew raised his glass. You shook your head. 

“If society ever returns, you’re not giving a toast at my wedding,” you teased. 

You’d only gotten halfway through your beer and your slice of cake - Jess, as it turned out, was a talented baker - when there was a sharp knock on your door. The three of you looked at each other, frowning. Andrew gestured for both of you to stay put and tiptoed to the door. He checked the peephole before opening it, holding the door against his side so whoever it was couldn’t see in. 

“Are you the Kid?” A woman’s voice you didn’t recognize asked. “I was told to come here and get the Kid, it’s urgent…” 

You got up and went to the door, ducking below Andrew’s arm. He groaned. 

“You couldn’t just stay at the table…” he muttered. 

A woman, about 10 years older than you, was standing there. Her lip was swollen, blood at her arm where her shirt was torn. She looked you up and down, assessing you. 

“You’re the Kid,” she said instead of asked it this time. “Jesus, you are young.” 

“I’m 31,” you said defensively. 

“Huh,” her eyes lingered on your hair. You’d put a ribbon on the end of your braid. “You look younger.” 

“Thanks,” you said wryly. Andrew pulled you back against him, his hand on your shoulder possessively. You crossed your arms. “I take it you know Tommy?” 

“And Joel,” she said. Andrew’s hand clenched you harder. “They need help and Tommy said I should come to you…” 

“No,” Andrew said before you got a chance to respond. “I don’t care what shit they got themselves into…” 

“I don’t think I was asking you,” the woman said. “Look, I don’t have time…” 

“How bad is it?” You cut them both off. She looked you over again. You sighed. “Before the outbreak would you call an ambulance or drive to urgent care?” 

“Ambulance.” 

You shoved past Andrew and went to grab the go bag you kept stashed under your bed for emergency situations where they called you into the field from home. The woman had followed you inside. Jess waved awkwardly from the table. 

“Celebrating?” The woman asked. 

“It’s her birthday,” Jess nodded in your direction. The woman winced a little. 

“Sorry about that.” 

“Hasn’t been a day worth celebrating in a while,” you shrugged. “Don’t know why that should change now.” 

Andrew grabbed your arm and you frowned up at him. 

“You don’t need to do this,” he said. The woman stiffened, sizing him up. You ignored her. 

“Yes I do.” 

He pulled you in for a tight hug and sighed. 

“Don’t let it destroy you.” 

You gave him a stiff nod and hurried out into the night with the woman. 

“Where are they?” You asked, walking quickly to the stairs. “Their apartment?” The woman nodded once. You started down the stairs and you looked her up and down. “Can you run?” 

“There’s a reason I was the one to come get you,” she said. 

You took off for their place the second you were down the stairs, glancing back to see that the other woman wasn’t far behind.

It had been months since you’d ventured into this part of the QZ. You’d actively avoided it. You tried not to think about the fact that it had been more than three months since you’d last seen Joel but you knew it would hurt. His picture was still on your bedside table. You thought about him all the time - when you found a clever line in a book you’d share if he were reading beside you, when you remembered the way he’d touch you without thinking about it because touching you was the most natural thing in the world, when you tried to channel his blunt way of moving through life when something about the QZ was especially frustrating. You’d missed him desperately before he came to Boston. It was worse now. He was so close, close enough that you could be touching him in just minutes and he’d never been further away. You were worried you were going to be stuck like this - longing and alone - forever. 

And you were still running to his side. 

The woman let you into their apartment. Joel was flat on his back in the middle of the living room floor, Tommy beside him with a towel on Joel’s side. 

“Hey Kid,” Tommy said sheepishly. He was bleeding, too, what looked like a shallow knife wound on his ribs. You glared at him, going to the other side of Joel and dropping your pack next to him. 

“I just patched you up fucking yesterday, Miller,” you said. “And this is what you do?” 

“Can you lecture me after you save this asshole?” He asked. 

“Move the towel,” you ordered. “I need to see what I’m working with.” 

He obeyed, pulling the cloth away and revealing a bullet hole in Joel’s stomach. 

“Son of a bitch,” you breathed. “You just had to fucking go outside the QZ again, didn’t you?” 

“I know, I know,” he said. “Please say you can fix this…” 

“I sure fucking hope so,” you looked between him and the woman. “Which of you is better with blood? Both with seeing it and have lost less of it?” 

“I think I’ve lost less,” the woman said. Her fingers were winding around themselves. She was nervous. 

“Good,” you said. “Tommy, move.” You grabbed the bag and went to where he’d been and looked at the woman. “You… I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name?” 

“Tess.” 

“Tess,” you repeated once, nodding. “You’re with me. Go wash your hands like you just swam in a sewer and you’re about to eat a sandwich. Tommy, I need light, a fuck ton of light. And boil water, I’m going to need sterile water.” 

They both rushed to obey while you assessed the situation. Joel was unconscious. You tried really hard to not think about the fact that it was Joel who was unconscious. The bullet wound was your primary concern. You checked his pulse. It was a lot weaker than you wanted. 

“Tommy,” you called. “How many towels have you gone through?” 

“Three, I think?” He called back, running in with flashlights and depositing them next to you. 

“Shit,” you muttered. Tess came back from the bathroom and you pulled a pack of gloves from your bag. “Put those on, hold pressure on the wound. I need to go scrub because I need to get in there.” 

You pulled off your button down shirt leaving just your tank top below and left Tess there, trusting her to follow your instructions. You were still fighting not to panic about the fact that it was Joel bleeding out on the living room floor. You focused on the water running over your fingers, the soap, anything but whose life you were about to try to save. 

Tess was holding the towel against Joel’s stomach when you came back in and you pulled on gloves, getting on your knees beside his body. 

“This is going to be messy for multiple reasons,” you said, looking between Tess and Tommy. “Either of you ever drawn blood before?” They glanced at each other but were silent. “Either of you happen to know his blood type?” 

“You don’t?” Tommy asked. 

“Why would I know Joel’s blood type?” You looked at him like he was crazy. 

“Weren’t you studying for that doctor exam when you were…” 

“Yeah, I didn’t go around memorizing everyone’s blood types!” You closed your eyes for a second. This was going to take a small miracle. “Doesn’t matter. I’m O-, either of you O-?” 

They shook their heads.

“Why’s that matter?” Tommy asked. 

“Because I’m basically a walking blood bag,” you said, cracking your neck. “And he’s going to need a transfusion…” 

“How are you going to transfuse him while operating?” Tess gaped at you. 

“Fucking carefully I guess!” You snapped. “This is going to be a first for me, too, but unless you guys want to move him to the clinic and get potentially executed by FEDRA for leaving the QZ…” 

“Right,” Tess nodded. “Right, OK…” 

“Any other emergent injuries that I should know about besides the gunshot wound?” You asked. They were silent. You took a deep breath and nodded. “Alright, let’s do this. Tommy, I need light.” 

He held the light over Joel’s stomach and you palpated his stomach, finding the bullet. 

“Tommy,” you glanced up at him. “I’m not sure how unconscious he is, but if he starts moving, you need to hold him down. I don’t have anesthesia and I can’t have him thrashing around when I’m wrist deep in his abdominal cavity. If the call is light or holding him still, drop the light and hold him down, got it?” 

He swallowed hard and then nodded. You picked up the scalpel, took a deep breath, and cut. Tommy made a gagging sound and you ignored him. You located the bullet quickly, lodged in the large intestine. All things considered, he got lucky. It had missed the pancreas, the stomach and the small intestine. 

“Tess,” you said as you got ready to extract the bullet. “I need you to try to monitor his pulse. If it gets any fainter, we’ll have to start a transfusion now. Once I start pulling the bullet out, the bleeding could get a lot worse.” 

You pried the bullet free, trying to move it as cleanly as possible down the path it had entered his body through - easier said than done without the proper tools. And he did start bleeding more. You just hoped it wouldn’t be too bad. 

“I need gauze, from the kit, in the sterile packs.” 

Tess moved quickly ripping it open. You yanked it out and stuffed the wound, giving you time to repair the damage to the large intestine without flooding the abdominal cavity with blood. “He’s getting pale,” Tess warned. 

“Pulse?” 

“I think it’s OK…” 

You nodded, swapping out gauze. 

“Tommy,” you said. “I need that water…” 

He grabbed the still warm kettle, handing it to you. You splashed some on your skin. It was hot but didn’t burn. You cleaned the area and watched to see if he was still losing blood, if there was a repair you’d missed. You were pretty sure you’d caught everything. 

“Good news,” you pulled the gauze from his body. “Damage was pretty minimal and it was a simple repair. I’m going to close him up, then we can just tap into me and finish this up…” 

You stitched him up quickly and yanked the gloves off before switching them for a clean pair. 

“In the bag, there should be a needle pack, alcohol wipes, some tubing and a tourniquet,” you said. “I need all of it.” 

Tess moved quickly again, handing you the supplies. You didn’t have a bag to transition the blood from you to Joel, so you were going to have to settle for a direct transfusion. It wasn’t something that was ever really done anymore, but you’d read enough about it, you were pretty sure you could figure it out. You got everything set up and sat down, your back against the couch, before putting the needle in your own arm. You removed the tourniquet and blood started flowing from you into him. You slumped over a bit, finally able to take a breath. You kept his wrist in your hand to monitor his pulse. 

“He should be largely out of the woods,” you said. Both Tess and Tommy visibly relaxed. “He’s going to need to take it easy for a while. Tommy, those antibiotics I gave you yesterday? Give Joel the same dosage. Track how many you give him, come by the clinic sometime this week when I’m there and I’ll give you another bottle.” 

“Thank you,” Tess was watching you. “For doing this. Your friend was right, you didn’t have to…” 

“Yes I did,” you closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the couch. “But I would have anyway.” 

Tommy brought you a glass of water and you chugged it, trying to pay attention to how long you’d been transferring blood and how strong Joel’s pulse was. His color was getting a bit better. Tess and Tommy were talking in hushed tones in the kitchen but you didn’t care. 

You hadn’t realized how long it had been since you’d seen Joel without tension in his face. He was soft and beautiful like this. It reminded you of life with him in Texas, when the biggest problems you had were whether or not Sarah should do regular soccer or travel soccer. You had to resist the urge to touch him, kiss him. Fuck, you loved him. You’d always be stuck loving him. 

You decided to enjoy it. You doubted you’d have a chance to see him like this ever again, so you quietly memorized his face, the flecks of gray coming into his beard, the creases around his eyes, the precise arch of his nose. You looked away for a moment to check the status of his incision - relieved to see that it wasn’t oozing blood - when the hand that was in your fingers started to move. 

You tightened your grip on him - not wanting to disturb the transfusion - but watched his face. “Tommy,” you called over your shoulder, still watching Joel.  He and Tess both rushed over, the three of you watching as Joel slowly came round. 

His eyes found you first and you braced yourself for his wrath, but it didn’t come. 

“Hey Baby,” his lips tugged up at the edges. “Did I die? What are you doin’ here?” 

“Not dead,” your heart was racing. “You’re very much alive, despite your best efforts.”

“He doesn’t remember,” Tommy said. “Why doesn’t he remember?” 

“He will,” you said. “He’s just out of it. He probably won’t remember this at all, which is just as well…” 

“Always remember you…” he muttered. He tried to sit up but you pushed him back down. His eyes drifted over you. “Even dead you’re so fuckin’ pretty…”

“Not dead, Joel. Giving you a blood transfusion right now,” you said. “And you just had surgery. You need to lie still for me, OK?” 

“Knew you’d be a doctor,” he mumbled, closing his eyes again. “My girl the doctor…” 

“That’s me alright,” you said, feeling light headed. You looked up at Tommy. “Hold him down for me? I think he’s got enough blood now and I can’t stand losing much more…” 

Tommy listened as you stopped the transfusion and got everything cleaned up. Joel was unconscious again, but no longer bleeding out. 

“He’ll need to be monitored for the next 48 hours,” you said, writing out some basic care instructions. “Anything goes to shit, Tommy, you know where to find me. And don’t forget about the antibiotics. We can’t have him getting infected…” 

“We can pay you when we cash in from this run,” Tess said, her hands in her back pockets as she watched you. You frowned. 

“I don’t want your money,” you said. 

“I’m not comfortable owing someone,” she replied. You read between the lines. She wasn’t comfortable owing you, Joel’s ex. Something told you that Tommy hadn’t mentioned the specifics of your relationship to Joel. And Joel had moved on. Of course he’d moved on. There was a stabbing pain in your chest that you’d have to cry about once you were out of here. 

“You don’t,” you said, desperate to go home. “Really. Hippocratic oath and all that…” 

“There has to be something you need,” she said. 

You looked at her, thinking for a moment before settling on something. 

“Can you take me outside the QZ?” 

A/N: Soooooo please excuse any and all medical errors in this sucker. I word for a living (that's right, I write all day at work and then I get on my personal laptop and write all evening because why not.) I know jack crap about anything medical beyond what some googling does and the fact that I binged watched both Grey's Anatomy and E.R. at the start of the pandemic. This is probably a medical disaster area but just act like I know what I'm talking about, OK? It'll be way more fun that way.

Thank you as always for reading! We're into the QZ era of the story which I might be weirdly excited about given the realities of it. I have lots planned for this chunk of the fic and I hope you all enjoy it. I love love LOVE reading all your comments and seeing what you respond to and connect with. Thanks so much for sticking with this story! I love you all!

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[darkstarerotica]

She wasn't very experienced. But she had fantasies a plenty. She didn't know what to do with any of this. Most of the guys she'd been with were pretty vanilla. She rarely felt pleasure to the point of orgasm. Unless it was her alone with her imagination. Then it was something dark, something forbidden then she could cum.

One day at work she heard a couple customers talking about a club. They were fairly hush about it. But what she overheard was that it was some sort of sex club. Was that it? That can't be right. But then snippets of a story of being there. Something about whipping. Some girl being fucked by two guys in front of others. "What is this place she thought?"

"I couldn't... That would be too much"

One day she was scrolling through some social media. She was bored. So she started to search for sex clubs.

"I just want to see, I'd never go,"

After a handful of duds she found it.

"oh damn, this is the club"

She felt strangely turned on. She glanced over the rules and the events.

"I could never..."

The events were masked, consent a must, anonymity possible. It was expensive... Damned expensive. Unless... You were a single female. Then it was free. "What?" She thought "that can't be". She didn't quite understand yet why that would be the case.

A couple weeks later she had a date. A cute boy from near her work. He was a no show. "Fucking hell" she said to herself. Then she opened her phone. In a moment of quiet rage she looked at their webpage. "Damn, I can make, just need a mask and I'll wear my black dress"

She dressed the part. Arrived, mask on. It was a dark alley way. A bell to ring. She went in. The rooms were darkly lit. But bright enough to see. And see she did. Women being tied to St. Andrews Cross and whipped. A girl was tied down to what appeared to be a hobby horse as two men had their way with her. She walked into another room as a group of six piled about each other. Grasping, licking, sucking, fucking. Everyone's hands, mouths and genitals in action. Some things were more nuanced. A couple with wax play. The beautiful woman stripped to her panties. All had onlookers. All masked eyes staring on in lust and pleasure. That first night she saw him. He was tall, clad all in black with long hair. A muscular build but like that of a soccer player, lean and mean. His eyes locked on hers.

Nothing that first night happened. She was surprised. She wasn't even approached. But she was turned on. Horribly. She felt the wetness soak her panties. When she got home she gave herself wave after wave of orgasms replaying the night's activities in her head. She'd never imagined anything like it.

She went back the following week, and the week after and after. Still the same. The wildest sex she could ever imagine, all in one place. Every time. Those eyes. That man. That look. It would send shivers down her spine. And when she'd return home to pleasure herself she all of a sudden started imaging him. He'd mount her, force his way into her. Make him suck his hard throbbing cock in front of a group of people. Finally she'd cum. Releasing herself into a deep sleep of contentment.

She always changed her costume and her mask a little each week. But she was hooked now. A couple other women had now had casual conversations with her. But surprisingly not a single offer. Not a single proposition.

This week it was different. She was watching a scene of a woman and a violet wand. Turned on by her moans at the electricity being played throughout her body.

She felt a body next to herself, behind her. A mouth to her ear "I want to tie you to the cross and have my way with you. I've been watching you for weeks" she looked back and saw her handsome stranger. She pushed back into him and leaning her head back nodded a yes to him.

He led her into the St. Andrew's room. There was a rather large group of people, men and women on the couches. They seemed to be waiting for this moment.

She had been wearing a sheer dress over stockings and lingerie. He brought her to the cross. Undid her dress which fell to the ground. He then grabbed her left wrist tying it tightly, then her right. Followed by each ankle. "What's your name?" He said "Hazel" she responded.

"Tonight you're mine, I've been watching you for weeks, and each time with more desire, they know that I've claimed you and tonight I will make you mine"

Hazel was caught off guard. "What even is this?" She thought to herself. But the restraints and the eyes on her. The tall dark stranger with the beautiful long hair. It was too much and she felt her arousal build.

First he gently stroked her back, then lightly touched her butt, before lightly reaching down her legs and finally up her thighs. Hazel let out a little moan at the pleasure of the soft touches. He then grabbed her long hair and pulled it back in his hands. He placed a cat of nine tails in front of her eyes, asking for approval. Hazel nodded. The stranger stepped back. She felt the first strike. It was pleasure and pain all at once. She winced a little. Then her other cheek. These were light but they built with intensity and as they did she'd writhe and moan. Before she was turned on now she felt herself ready. Her panties soaked, her pussy open and throbbing.

He stopped the relentless whipping and brought himself close to her. "Did you like that, me punishing your ass?" Hazel nodded. It was now that she opened her eyes for the first time. The room was now full. The lust present insane. A few men stroking their cocks. Couples fondling each other. All looking on like they knew what would happen.

"good, let me see for myself"

He slid his hands into her panties. Touching her lips which were dripping. "Yes, yes you did, good girl". He then felt his hands raise up to her chest. Lifting up her bra he fondled and pinched her nipples. He moaned a little into her ear as she could feel him push his crotch into her. He felt large and hard through his pants.

"fuck" she moaned. Her pussy clenching with desire. She was now looking at all the masqued eyes on her. ""Fuck me please, fuck my little pussy"

"as you wish Hazel" his hand reached behind her, unclasping her bra which fell to the ground. She heard a zipper, then a hand pushing to one side her panties.

There she stood, buckled to a cross in only her panties and stockings. In a room full of people about to be fucked by a stranger and she had never wanted it more.

She felt his hand guide his cock into her waiting wetness. His head was large and hard he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back as with the other hand he forced his way into her.

Hazel gasped. "Holy fuck he's big" and let out a long deep moan she couldn't control. The lust in the room intensified. A couple obedient women had their heads in their doms laps eagerly sucking as they looked at Hazel's face contort to deep moans. Others stroked their cocks or touched themselves. But the entire room was filled with sexual energy and she was the center of it all.

She felt him move inside of her. Fully stretching her. She'd never had a cock so big and hard and as it filled her completely she felt herself moaning uncontrollably. Almost unaware where the sounds were even coming from.

He thrust into her again and again. Grabbing her breasts, fondling her ass, playing with her clit. It was relentless. She felt herself start to orgasm. Then wave after wave. He wouldn't stop. She couldn't stop him and he just continued his relentless pounding. She lost count of the orgasms. Most people in the room now adding their moans to hers. She was lost to the pleasure and pain. Her brain went dumb. She took pleasure in his deep thrusts and being used by him relentlessly. Finally his own moans built to a crescendo and she felt him thrust even harder and faster. Finally he tensed up and unleashed a huge load of cum inside her. "Fuck" she said to herself letting one final orgasm tear through her body. She fell against the cross. Her body trembling. He caressed the side of her face as he gently touched her body.

"will I see you next week?"

All she could do was nod..

#bd/sm kink #relationship goals #bd/sm relationship #bd/sm community #bd/sm dynamic #relationship #my writing #naughty #smut #Hazel #clubs #parties

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Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 2

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"As expected, there have been no surprises on the new England squad announcements for the Euro's qualifiers. But what do we think about the new captains, Rice and Maxwell?" Andrew asked.

"Fully deserved in my opinion. Both of them may be young, but they have what is needed, and they are already very successful in that role in their clubs" Jacob said.

"What do you think, Chilly?"

"Dec fully deserves it, I agree. But Maxwell... She is not ready to be Chelsea's captain, and she isn't ready to be England's either."

"And you are a moron" June said, turning off the tv.

"Hey, I was watching that!" John complained.

"And idiot bullying your sister?"

"June, he wasn't bullying you. He was just sharing his opinion."

"A stupid opinion" she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "If both Chelsea and England have chosen me as their captain, it's because I'm worth it. Because I'm ready."

"Exactly. So stop caring about what he says and turn on the tv again."

"Maybe later. We have to talk about Wednesday's gala."

"What about it?" John sighed.

"I'm not going."

"What? Why not?"

"Because it is sponsored by Sky, which means that he will definitely attend, and I don't want to have to cross paths with him."

"June…"

"I said no."

"If you don't go it would be as if you agree with what he says."

"What?"

"Think about it. If you don't go because you don't want to see him, it'll be a childish move, which is something he always accuses you of, of being childish. But if you go despite knowing he will also be there, you'll show him that what he says doesn't affect you."

"And it doesn't."

"Then attend the gala. What are you wearing?" John asked.

"The Armani suit."

"What? No, no, no. You must look your best. You must make him uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable?"

"Turn him on."

"John!" 

"What? Imagine showing up there looking stunning, mingling around while he watches you, his mind wanting to hate you but his body wanting to…"

"Eww, John. Eww!" 

"Oh, c'mon June. You were in love with him as a teen, I'm sure you thought about shagging him" John smirked.

"I did not. It was just a crush."

"They say he knows what he does, you know? That none of the girls he's been with have ever had a reason to complain, that they all give him five stars on the sex department."

"And that's information I didn't need to now!" she said, getting up from the sofa.

"Where are you going?"

"To see if I can find something else to wear on Wednesday."

"And make Chilwell hard?" 

"Fuck you, John" June said, showing her brother her middle finger and leaving the room.

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"Bloody hell" Andrew said.

"Oh, wow. She came to play, didn't she?" Jacob chuckled.

"Who?" Ben asked.

"June Maxwell. If I wasn't married…"

"As if she would pay you attention, Andrew. You could be her father!" Jacob laughed.

"Shut up!" he replied. "What do you think, Chilly? Smash or pass?"

"I would never smash… her" he said while turning around to look at June. She was talking with some other guests, laughing at something someone had said. And she looked… beautiful. And hot. She looked hot as hell. 

He had always found her pretty, but that was it. He had never seen her look this good. 

She was wearing a tight black dress that ended below her knees, her hair pulled back with some golden hair pins, a look he was sure had seen online before on some fashion show. But the model didn't look as hot as June did. 

"Are you sure you would never smash her?" Andrew asked. 

"Never" Ben repeated, taking a sip of his drink and finally managing to look away, trying to think of something that wasn't June Maxwell on that black dress. 

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"Oh my god, I'm so sorry."

"It's ok, don't wo… Maxwell" Ben said, looking at the person he had bumped into.

"Chilwell."

"You should be more careful, you know?"

"So should you" she said. 

"Whatever" he replied, rolling his eyes. "Congratulations on the award, by the way."

"Wait, wait, wait… Benjamin James Chilwell just said something nice about me?" June laughed.

"Don't get used to it."

"Yeah… you'll be back to talking shit about me this weekend."

"I just state facts" he shrugged.

"Lies."

"Facts."

"Lies" June repeated, taking a step forward and suddenly finding her face way closer to his than she expected.

"I'm not lying, Maxwell."

"Shut up."

"Make me" he smirked.

"I'm not falling for that, Chilwell."

"For what?"

"For that tacky pick up line."

"What?" he laughed. "I'm not flirting with you, Maxwell. Is that what you want, tho? Do you want me to kiss you?" he said, closing the space between them a bit more.

"Never."

"Then why do you keep looking at my lips?"

"Because they are the ones saying stupid things."

"Sure" he smiled.

"Let me go."

"What?"

"Your hands are on my waist, Chilwell. Let me go."

"Oh, sorry" he said, taking a step back. He hadn't realized he was touching her, that her body was that close to his, her hands resting on his chest.

"Thank you" she replied, clearing out her throat. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go find my friends."

"See you on Sunday, Maxwell."

"Looking forward to it, Chilwell" she replied, giving him her fakest smile and making him laugh. Idiot. 

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell fanfic #ben chilwell imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[maesiezori]

chapter one

Nico used to hurl immediately whenever he turned back time—but after so many times, it only made sense he was so used to it.

He stumbled a bit as he steadied himself against the Big House railing—he didn’t know what time period it was currently, it could be during the Titan War right now, or it could be—

“William Andrew Solace!”

Nico snapped his head toward the voice, and there he was.

The blonde mop of hair, head medic shirt, flannel, and those stupid cargo shorts. Nico watched as his boyfriend ran out of the screen door, Kayla screaming at him.

“Sorry!” Will shouted as he pushed past Nico, Kayla following right after him.

Nico found his heart beating a million miles per hour, Will, his Will.

See, whenever Nico turns back time this weird thing happens. Everyone forgets about him, even though the things he did stay there.

“Oh gods.” Nico muttered. “How am I gonna do this?”

Scratch that. Nico ran a hand through his messy black hair, and then set after Kayla and Will.

———

He found them at the infirmary.

“Will, I’ve already told you not to—“

“Not to overwork myself. I know!” Will groaned as he turned around in his chair.

“Then why did Chiron just tell me and Austin that a Daughter of Demeter found you passed out during Archery practice?” Kayla said sternly, crossing her arms.

Nico knew she was protective of her older brother—especially because Will was always overworking himself.

No matter what timeline.

As the two continued arguing Nico decided he had enough—he needed to save Will, so in order to..

He cleared his throat, and the siblings turned toward him.

“Oh, hey.” Will smiled, and Nico’s heart fluttered a little. “Can I help you?”

“Uhh-…” Nico paused, he didn’t really think it through that much. “No, I’m—I’m new at camp and.. I just wanted directions.”

Kayla looked at Will and then at Nico, who was blushing with embarrassment.

“Will, go help..”

“Nico.”

“Will go help Nico. You need a break anyway.” Kayla patted him on the back as if he wasn’t the head counselor.

Will sat up, smiling at Nico with no distaste at all. “Okay, Nico. Let’s go.”

Nico shivered a bit when Will said his name, because last time he heard it, Will was so.. weak, and hurt.

“Yeah.” Nico muttered.

chapter three

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy series #nico and will #will solace #time #nico di angelo #nico is in love with him because i said so

[crimsonred-hi]

Everything, Everywhere

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Reader

Warnings:

Summary: his lover is laying there, laying under 6 feet under the grass. Gone to the world. The love of his life: gone. Yet, he stills comes every week, to smile at her, and tell her that one day he’ll join her, but he promised her to live to the fullest… so he will.

He sits there, in front of the stone. It’s a pretty stone, with flowers painted on it, because his mother tried to make the stone pretty by painting on it.

He smiles at her, cutting the ends off the flowers he bought for her, making sure to cut them at a 45 degree angle so they last longer. It’s a bouquet of spring flowers, because the season is changing and he is going to the U.S. for a couple months, he wants the flowers to look right of the time.

He places the flowers out, making them look nice. He’s always known that the fact he never got over her was considered weird, but how could he: she was perfect and now she’s gone.

“How are ya doing, love?… I hope your well, I’m well. My life is going well… it’s weird, not having you around to fight of the groupies.”

He laughs warmly, smiling with that twinkle in his eyes, taking a memory of her arguing with a groupie because the girl was getting too close to him.

___

“Honey, why were you being like that?”

His lover grumbles from the side of him as they walk home form the pub, her arms crossed and his jacket over her shoulders.

“She was too fuckin close! She was too close. I didn’t like it.”

He sighs, moving closer, arm draped over her shoulders, pressing his lips too her forehead.

“Y/n, I’m not going to leave ya for some lass in the pub…”

She grumbles again, but she becomes a little less tense with his words.

___

“You were a funny gal… you really made me happy…”

The light in his eyes is lots at the need to use past tense when talking about her… she’s gone.

He can’t admit it, he doesn’t want to: why would he want to. He loves her, he can’t stop his love for her, but she’s not coming back. SHE IS NOT COMING BACK. He can’t say it out loud…

“I’m going on tour soon, I’m going to (your home city)… I’m gonna see your parents, celebrate your birthday with them… I’m so thankful that they let you stay in Ireland with me… I’m so thankful…”

He smiles back at the stone, her name cared into it with a curvy font. ‘Loving Daughter, Sister, Friend and Wife’. They weren’t even married, they never got the chance to get married, but her parents surprised him by putting wife on it: he cried when he read it. He wept and wept.

He still weeps.

He fiddles with the flower on her grave, trying to distract himself from the pain.

“Ermmm… I’ve got another album coming out… and I read that book you got me for my birthday, why didn’t you tell me you annotated it? I cried when I read your handwritten…”

He laughs warmly, running his hand through his hair.

“Your handwriting is so messy… and what possessed you to write in that awful purple pen?”

___

“Christ! Why are ya writin’ like that?”

She giggles, poking the pen into his arm, drawing on his arm and hurting him at the same time.

“Oi, I like this pen, it’s a nice colour.”

“It’s also blinding.”

He grumbles standing behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, kissing the back of her head and nuzzling into her hair.

“Come on, ya couldn’t have just written in black or blue?”

That sets her off, now she’s talking his ear off about how much she hates blue pen, his heart just melts as she talks with her hands.

___

He laughs that full belly laugh, the laugh that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners and makes his smile wide, gorgeous.

“God! You were so fuckin funny! Good God… you were extraordinary…”

His thoughts break through, usually he would think about his own music when he was at her grave, Work Song is a constant in his mind… but he did that song with Noah Kahan recently, all he can think about is Everything, Everywhere… the title alone makes his breath shoulder, she was everything, she is everywhere.

“We cried, ‘oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh’

Everything, everywhere

I wanna love you ‘till we’re food for the worms to eat

‘Till our fingers decompose

Keep my hand in yours…”

The lyrics are soft on his lips.

He’s sang to her before, dead or alive. He felt like she was listening, he knew she wasn’t. He never believed in ghosts or the afterlife, it’s a warming concept, but is it true? He doubts it is. But he finds warmth in knowing that the plot next to his lover is bought and waiting for him.

It’s sad… he bought it the same day he bought hers.

He knows he’s still young, he knows he could find another, he could find many more… but the sheer idea of having another woman the way he had her makes him sick. It feels like cheating.

“Ya know, I made a song…. I make loads of songs, you know that… I made one about us… well, I’m telling the people it’s about characters in Dante’s Inferno…… it’s about how I would do it again… I would love you again even with the knowledge of what’s to come…”

“It’s a nice thought… well not nice, but ya know what I mean… I love the idea of meeting you again… even if it’s in hell.”

He sighs, rubbing his hands over his face.

“Christ… what I would do to have you here or be there with you?”

He sighs, looking at the time on his phone… he’s gotta go. He doesn’t want too.

“I’m sorry, honey… I’ve gotta go… I’m sorry… I’ll visit when I can… I’ll be back I promise.”

His words are too soothe a nonexistent being, the being is gone, yet he still acts like he’s talking to his living lover.

He blows her a kiss, and leaving her grave behind. His heartbreaking yet again at having to leave. Wishing he could lie in the ground with her forever…

Im sorry. Im so, so sorry.

#andrew hozier byrne #hozier #hozier x reader #hozier imagine #hozier oneshot #the hoziest #hozier my beloved #unreal unearth #angst #hozier angst #im so so so sorry #i’m sorry #Spotify

[foxgloveinspace]

Spoonie Neil headcanons (pt. 1/?)

Hey I decided to write this, and probably won’t be updating this headcanon series, sorry guys!! (You have to be logged into ao3 to read it)

It all starts when Abby jokingly says ‘and remember, the normal amount of pain is no pain’ as they get ready to start a game. He rolls his eyes at first, but then that night when he really thinks about it he starts to wonder to himself

Is the pain I remember having constantly from a life on the run and then a life of constant practice?

He takes a couple nights off of extra practice, making Kevin pissed at him, and Andrew silently concerned, but him pulling back in day practice as well has most of the team on edge for the week it keeps up.

On that Saturday he walks into Abby’s office and sits on her table, and looks her right in the eye and says ‘I have pain all the time. I have been in constant pain since I was a kid. I don’t know if it’s something my dad did, or if I’ve always been like this.’

She’s concerned. Duh.

They do some tests come up with 🤷🏼 it’s pain.

She asks Neil if she should tell coach or if she should, and he says he’ll take care of it.

He doesn’t.

He doesn't tell anyone and starts practicing hard again.

Except that now that he knows about it, it's harder to ignore.

The constant ache in his left hip and ankle that are just barely there, the way his fingers hurt after it gets cold, when he feels it down to his bones.

It's all harder to push to the back of his brain now.

Kevin notices first. (Andrew knows something is up, he just figures Neil will now tell him about it....) He notices Neil rubbing his left knee in the hall once, when he thinks he's alone in between classes.

He corners Neil before night practice, Andrew already in the goal, and them putting on their gear.

'you pushed yourself too hard, your injured, you don't play while injured' lecture.

'it's not an injury.' 'I saw you rubbing your knee, and limping. Stop Lying to Me'.

He ends up shouting it, 'Im always in pain'. He's so loud even Andrew stops what he's doing (swinging his racket around, practicing sick af spins).

They all stand there. not saying anything, Neil's panting even though he doesn't even feel out of breath.

'what.' Kevin says it in an icy voice.

'im always in pain, I have chronic pain, I don't know why, but I hurt all the time.'

Kevin is quiet. and then he says, Neil's worst nightmare, 'we're not practicing tonight.'

Neil hasn't shed tears since he was a kid, since before his mom knocked it out of him (literally), but he's close in that moment, taking off his gloves and throwing them on the ground/at Kevin, and stomping back into the lockers.

Kevin doesn't even say anything, just picks them up and Andrew walks out after them, having come close enough to the door to hear the conversation.

When they get back to the room, Neil just wants to be alone. But instead Kevin follows after him, and pushes him down on one of the bean bags.

'stay'

Neil's leg hurts too much to really argue, but he sits there stewing.

Andrew is staring at him fron across the room, he's sitting on his desk, and Neil looks at him, but he can sort of read Andrew's expression, and he doesn't like it, so he looks at the black tv screen.

the microwave goes off, and Neil almost jumps. he almost does again when the door to it is slammed shut.

Kevin comes back in the room, holding a heat pack.

He walks over to Neil, and drops down to his knees in front of him, 'which knee?'

Neil shakes his head, and presses his hand to his hip, and Kevin lays the heat pack over Neil's side, and Neil makes a quizical sort of noise, but then he sighs as it starts to ease the pain a little.

Kevin hesitates for a moment, his eyes flickers toward Andrew's direction for a second, before he sighs, and reaches up to ruffle Neil's hair.

'I'll teach you how to take care of it better, ok?'

Neil sighs, but nods, his hands curling in the front of his hoodie.

'We'll try ice for your knee, hows that sound?'

Neil just nods again.

he dozes to the sound of Kevin and Andrew discussing compression leggings.

they get them overnight shipped.

Kevin places both hands on Neil shoulders and stands him in front of Coach until Neil finally tells him.

'Yeah, so. Me and Abby figured out I have chronic pain.'

Coach nods, 'ok. That why you where late this morning?'

Neil cringes, 'no, Kevin got me weird leggings that seem to help.'

Coach pauses his watching of the rest of the team, and turns too look at Neil, 'when did you and Abby figure this out again?'

Neil, finally getting fidgety, 'uhh, last month.'

Coach pinches the bridge of his nose, 'ok, dipshit, I'll work on changing your routine now.'

the tension melts out of Neil's shoulders. Kevin sighs. David looks frustrated, 'did you think I was gonna bench you?'

Neil doesn't do anything, but Kevin nods his head.

David sighs, 'get back to practice idiots.'

#aftg #neil josten #kevin day #uhhhh this is technically #kevneil #kevineil #no one worry though cause its still #andreil #its just that I don't ship andrew and kevin so its not the three sorry sorry #but Andrew and Neil are very soft for each other. and Neil is gonna be getting a lot of attention from Andrew. hence this being part one. #come back in a few weeks or so for part two! #considering I started this in like. June. #but kevineil is like. this ship I have a soft place for in my heart and I want to make more content for them. i should finish #that smut i started where Andrew is platonic with Kev but he watches Kevin and Neil fuck lol. #which is their ship name btw I do not know. oof

[superfallingstars]

marauders era faceclaims/fancasts but it's all musicians from the 60s-80s because i am insane. let's go

first up is kate bush as lily! this felt so obvious. even though she's not a ginger and her eyes are hazel (i think?) instead of green, there's something so sweet and warm about her that makes her a perfect lily to me. and omg the pics of her as a child are sooo ridiculously cute.

next up is andy partridge (my beloved) as james. he is in fact blond but i think the glasses are a wonderful coincidence. and he has a great face for james, very british-looking. honorable mention to steve albini who was my original pick but wasn't quite right (not very british-looking, does have black hair tho) – just wanted to mention that because i really only wanted to include him in this post to piss him off

young chris cornell is literally scary accurate for sirius like his face might as well be directly lifted from my BRAIN. i was really hoping to find a 70s musician for him (these pics are from the late 80s) just for consistency among the marauders, but this was too good not to use

next is alex chilton as remus. the pic on the left was when he was literally 17, while the middle one (and presumably the right one?) are when he's older. i might just be picking him because he reminds me of andrew garfield, who i don't even like as a fancast for remus, but he's infiltrated my subconscious nonetheless. also look at his little peace signs, isn't he so cute and silly and quirky? ok moving on

i'll be honest i struggled with peter but i think i'm pretty happy with greg lake here. the hair is a little dated (these pics are probably from the late 60s?) but i like his big round face. and come on i needed SOMEONE from a prog rock band in this post. it just feels right for it to be peter

alright i really struggled with snape so i'm including a few options and i really want to hear which one people like the best. personally i think the best fit is unfortunately young marilyn manson (first two pics). i was originally going to go with todd rundgren (next two) because of the long face, long hair, bad teeth... why are you booing me i'm right. i like that todd is a 70s guy because it feels more consistent with the other characters, but marilyn's got the goth factor... overall i think they're both DECENT, but i'm not sure if either one has quite the right nose. what do you guys think?

also shoutout to my many rejected snape picks, including steve peregrin took from t rex (not bad but not amazing, i debated including pics but this post is already long enough), rozz williams (too cool-looking), roger waters (meh), and frank zappa (PERFECT nose, but no good pictures without the giant mustache and the rest of his face isn't very snapey to me).

wow ok i can't believe i did this. this is so incredibly stupid but it also took me weeks to do, so i would love to hear what people think of my picks. you're welcome or i'm sorry or whatever

#god the more context you have with these people the funnier it gets #PLEASE look up what todd rundgren was wearing in the 70s i beg you. and don't look up any of the bands steve albini was in #also if dumbledore was relevant here he would be robert wyatt. but he's not. ok i'm done #hp #my posts #fancasts #my faceclaims #<- not sure which word to use considering most of these people are either in their 70s or um. dead. and also not actors #anyway time to use a barrage of tags because i want feedback goddamnit! #marauders #marauders fancast #marauders fandom #marauders era #hp fancast #hp fandom #hp marauders #the marauders #james potter #james potter fancast #lily evans #lily potter #lily evans fancast #lily potter fancast #sirius black #sirius black fancast #remus lupin #remus lupin fancast #peter pettigrew #peter pettigrew fancast #severus snape

[cevansbrat0007]

Late Night Revelations

Summary:You and your husband had never really discussed children, not after what happened with his son, Jacob. But when you find out you’re pregnant, you realize that you don’t really have a choice. Andy Barber x Black Reader

*Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Daddy Kink, Nervous Reader, Confident Reader, Angry Andy, Scared Andy, Spanking (mentioned), Mentions of Grief, Pregnancy Reveal, Happiness, Smut (implied), Minors DNI

A/N: Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. As always, I’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

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You were parked in front of CVS sitting in your car, staring down at your phone. Andy was calling. Again. You let it go to voicemail. 

Andy Bear: Y/N, this isn’t funny. Where the fuck are you?

Andy Bear: Why aren’t you answering?

It was after 10:00pm and your husband was understandably very worried. But you weren’t ready to talk to him yet. You didn’t know what to say. Your gaze strays over to the bag resting on your passenger seat. And then your hand goes to your belly. 

In that bag were seven tests. All different brands. Because you had wanted to be sure. And they all said the same thing. 

Pregnant. You were pregnant. And you didn’t know how to feel about that particular revelation.

Ugh! Andy, not now! You think when you see his name appear for the umpteenth time. I’m having a crisis! So you shoot your husband a quick text.

You: I’ll be home soon. I promise.

Andy Bear: I need you to answer your damn phone and tell me where you are. Now. 

You shake your head and do something Andy hates. You turn off your phone. Putting the car in drive you peel out of the lot and head over to a little diner that you like, in need of a burger and fries. But mostly, you needed to think.

You didn’t know how Andy was going to react to this news. Even though you loved each other to distraction, the two of you had never really discussed having children. You knew he’d lost a child before, so the real question was whether or not he’d be willing to try his hand at doing this all over again. He didn’t mention Jacob often, but when he did there was a sadness that crept over him…so you had always skirted around the issue. 

And that had been a mistake. 

Your hand goes to your belly again. It was too soon for you to feel your little jellybean move, but you could’ve sworn that you felt a flutter. And that’s when you knew that you would do this. You could do this, with or without the man you loved. 

It would be hard, and it would break your heart if Andy wasn’t on board with your pregnancy. But you also wouldn’t try to force him to do something that was too painful for him. And you also knew that you would sacrifice anything for your child. Even love.

You take your time at the diner as you nibble on your food. If you knew your husband, and you did, you were pretty sure he was livid right now. You were for sure in for it when you got home. With a sigh, you pay your check and leave. 

It was time to go home and face the music. And by music, you meant an irate Andy Barber.

—

The moment you pull into the garage the door to the house is violently wrenched open. A disheveled Andy stands in the entryway. His tie is undone, his shirt is untucked, and his hair is all mussed. You can tell he’s been panicking. Your poor man.

You make sure to grab your purse and CVS bag before exiting your vehicle, still not sure of what you were going to say. 

“It is 11:15pm.” He growls. “Where the hell have you been? And why the fuck did you turn off your phone?”

“Driving around.” You mumble with a shrug as you try to brush past him. He grabs your arm, jerking you backwards. 

“Who the fuck were you with?” He scrubs a large hand over his bearded face.

“No one, Andrew. Now please let me go.” To your surprise he does.

“I’m going to ask you again.” Andy snarls at your back as you make your way into the kitchen. “Who the fuck were you with? I know it wasn’t Sarah, or Rachel, or Nicole, or Michelle. Because I called them. And you weren’t at Jenna and Marshall’s place, because I called them too. So I’m going to need you to start fucking talking before I lose my mind even more than I already have!” His chest is heaving, his angry breaths coming in quick, hot bursts.

“I was alone, honey.” You tell him as you clutch the drugstore bag to your chest. 

“You were alone this whole time? Right.” He snorts. “What’s his name?”

Fuck. Okay. You think as you try to cling to your very fragile little bit of patience. If the roles were reversed maybe you would be thinking along those same ridiculous lines.   

“Will you tell me his name if I promise not to kill him?” His fist slams down on the table. “Fuck, I can’t keep that promise.” He mutters. Guess it’s nice to know that your man was willing to go to prison over you. Maybe.

“Andy, sweetheart, if you just give me a moment to compose myself I will explain. Alright?” He crosses his arms as he stares you down with murderous intent in his eyes.

“Divorce isn’t an option, Y/N. Whatever’s wrong, we can work it out.” He hisses, making you roll your eyes. “Roll your fucking eyes again and see what happens. As soon as I calm down, I’m going to fire that ass up. Do you hear me?” You gulp at his words

“I would never cheat on you. I get that you’re worried. And angry.” Andy’s right palm twitches. That was his spanking hand. “Okay, very angry.”

He moves towards you. His hands go to your much smaller biceps and he gives you a light shake. “Do you know how worried I’ve been? How scared I was? You ignored my texts, my calls. You shoot me a vague message saying “be home soon” and then turn off your phone. You do not fucking do that, baby. I am fucking pissed right now.”

“Andy, I understand. And I’m sorry. But I just needed to think. And I needed to do it alone.”

“You needed to think?” He growls as he shakes you again. “Do you know how many rooms we have in this house? You mean to tell me that you couldn’t have done all of your so-called thinking here? At home. Where I know you’re safe?”

“No, honey, I couldn’t. Because I had some very important decisions to make.”

“Divorce isn’t -”

“Hopefully it’s not.” Andy’s eyes flare at your words. There’s a wild look in his stormy blue eyes. “But hold that thought for a moment, okay?” Without further ado, you thrust the bag you’ve been clutching against his broad chest. “Look inside.”

Your bottom lip begins to quiver as he opens the bag. You watch with bated breath as he pulls out the first test. 

“Two lines.” He murmurs as he pulls out another one. “Two lines.” He says again. “Two lines.”

“Yes, Andy. Two lines. I’m sorry this isn’t more romantic but -”

“You’re pregnant.” He finishes for you. “Where’d you take these?”

“In a dimly lit CVS bathroom.” You whisper. You watch in horror as your big man backs away from you and slowly sinks to the floor, resting his head against the wall.

“You’re pregnant. With my baby.” 

“Yes, your baby. You even attempt to question that and I will slug you in the damned jaw.” You adored him, but he had better not even go there.

Your husband buries his face in his hands as he struggles to get his breathing under control. And then you hear what sounds like a muffled sob. Oh no.

“Andy…I know…with what happened…ahh shit. If you can’t do this, or if you don’t want to…if it’s too much, part of me understands. I won’t force you. But I want this baby, okay?”

He looks up at you with tears in his eyes. “Tonight I thought you were with someone else. I thought you wanted to leave me. And then you give me this?” He waves a test in the air. “You come to me with a fucking gift? Giving me another goddamned chance to do this, and do it right?”

“Oh, baby…oh honey.” You drop to your knees in front of him and wrap your arms around him.”You didn’t do anything wrong the first go-round. Sometimes life is just a bitch, baby. And unfortunately, you got the shitty end of the stick. But you didn’t deserve that. And neither did Jacob.” Andy softly sobs into your shoulder. 

“You and I are about to start a brand new adventure together.” You gingerly rub his back, trying to soothe him. “Do you want that?”

“More than anything.” His arms go around you, practically squeezing the breath from your body. “More than words can say. You’re really gonna make me a Daddy again?” 

“I’m going to do my best.” You pull away, using your sleeve to wipe at his tears. Sweet man. “But Andy, you never stopped being a Daddy. You’ll always be Jacob’s father. And maybe we should talk about him more. And on top of that, you’re my Daddy. Two different things, I know. But I need you. And this little jellybean that is apparently growing in my belly needs you too.”

“I’m gonna be here, baby. For everything. Every moment, every ultrasound, every fucking craving. Whatever you want, you get.” He vehemently swears before he kisses your lips, letting his tongue mingle with yours. “God, I fucking love the shit out of you. I’m sorry I accused you of cheating. I was scared, baby. And, on some level, I get why you were scared too.”

You sniffle, kissing him again. “But young lady, I really wish you would have brought those tests home and taken them here. I would have waited with you. I hate that you thought you had to do it alone.” Suddenly he’s on top of you, pinning you to the floor.

“You’re not alone with me, baby. Ever. What did I tell you that one time you faced down that racist asshole, Jeffries, without me?”

Your hands go to his ass, giving it a playful squeeze. “That we are forever partners. And we are. But Andy, I’m scared.”

“I’m scared too, Y/N. But we’ve got this, I know we do. We’re going to have a baby, a fucking baby who is fierce and smart and strong…just like his or her Mama.” He kisses your nose. 

You sniffle again. “I hope he or she is like you, Andy. Strong and calculating and dynamic…just like their Daddy.”

“They’re going to be a combination of both of us, sweetheart.” He breathes out a heavy sigh. “God help the world.”

“They’re doomed.” You whisper as you capture his mouth again. “Our baby is going to set this world on fire.” You stroke your hand through his tawny locks. “I need you, Andy. I need you to take me. Make love to me. Please.” He nibbles at your neck.

“I need to fuck me before I get fat and start to waddle.” Now that makes him laugh. 

“I cannot fucking wait until you start to waddle. Oh my god, we need to schedule a doctor’s appointment for you. We need to make sure everything’s okay with you and the baby. You need vitamins. And no more coffee, or sushi, or -”

You cover his mouth with your hand. “Andy. Slow down, big guy. We’ll get to all that, okay? What matters right now is that I love you. Desperately.”

“I love you two, my sweet, sweet baby girl.” Your husband responds in earnest.

“Good.” You tickle his ears. “But right now, I’m desperate for you to fuck me. Right here. Right now.”

“Like I said. What my girl wants, she gets.” He murmurs as he begins tearing at your clothes.

“I’m going to give you and our baby the world. You have my word. Now lay back and enjoy how I fuck my sweet little pussy.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Your purr. 

“That’s my good girl.”

END

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wait can you write platonic andrew&ashley fluff for me 🥺

I kinda wanted to do this for a while so ofc! So basically Ashley is still overprotective but not as much as she originally was lol. Fandom: The Coffin of Andy and Leyley Genre: Fluff & platonic TW: THE POWER OF SIBLING BONDING!!

Andrew did indeed buy something for Ashley with the money they stole from the cultists room. After they left the apartment he bought some snacks for the both of them

Andrew brushed Ashley’s hair when they were younger and helped her with the hairpins (hence why they were so out of place)

Their mom has a bunch of photos of both of them when they were younger in a box somewhere in the basement

They had matching black cat Halloween costumes at some point

The reason why Ashley is so dependent and overprotective of Andrew is because she sees him as not only a brother but a parent too. Since he was the only person that really took care of her she feels like if anyone gets too close with Andrew he’d stop taking care and spending time with her.

Andrew was Ashley’s only real friend. The rest of her friends were only with her because she was Andrews sister.

when they were younger Andrew didn’t know how to swim and was too scared to so Ashley pushed him into the pool. Let’s just say that he doesn’t go swimming anymore.

Whenever Ashley drew something the first person she’d show was Andrew and he’d put it on the fridge

Ashley knows more slang than Andrew lol

Both of the Graves siblings are HORRIBLE at singing. If Ashley did start singing when they didn’t have music to sacrifice their parents then the second hand embarrassment would have just killed them right then and there.

A/N: I tried my best 🥲 I hope this was enough to please your pupils and brains lol

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