#THEY WERE BABIESSSSS :(((((((

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big random, but do you have any actors in mind for who you'd cast as Adam and Belle's kiddos? 👀

honestly not really! i have big aesthetic boards for all of them on pinterest though, so i think about Their Vibes a lot. both in physical appearance and in personality/interests. BUT! that being said, here’s some things:

for renée, i honestly do think she looks a LOT like belle. belle will always insist she sees adam in her, (usually when she scowls and rolls her eyes) but gosh, the girl looks so much like her mama. i found this young pic of emma watson one time and i was like RENÉE!!! the differences are mostly in her hair. she has very blonde hair like adam when she’s little. and it does get darker as she grows up, but never as dark as belle’s. she’s somewhere in the dirty blonde / sandy blonde / light brown limbo that lots people live in, lmao. AND renée almost Always has her hair up, like these photos. braids and buns !! belle does it a lot for her when she’s little (often putting flowers in her hair too🥰) but she eventually learns to do it on her own. (though… i think even when she’s older, she still Prefers the way mama does it 💖 it’s a bonding time for them). oh also, renée is very short :] belle is 5’5 and renée only makes it to 5’2 😔 a gene she inherited from adam’s mother, her namesake, who was also around that height. being the eldest daughter but shortest member of the family is rough, but she’s being so brave about it 💔

for juliette, i think the person she looks MOST like is actually adam’s mother! (that’s the fourth photo, harriet jones). i found this first photo also randomly on pinterest, no idea who this gal is, but it really screams juliette to me💚 juliette’s hair is long and wavy and dark brown, and it (conversely to her sister) is almost always down, because braiding and buns are a sensory nightmare for her. she doesn’t have any freckles, which is different than renée & reecy, and she has her grandfather’s beautiful green eyes 🥰 and for height, i think she’s about 5’6? maybe just a smidge taller than her mama.

and last but never least, maurice! now, the thing i know for SURE, is that he looks so much like his papa. everyone has been telling him that since he was a kid! he cannot talk to a single grownup without them mentioning to him at least once that he looks Just Like His Father. ESPECIALLY if they actually Knew adam when he was that age. which happens a lot. and in general this doesn’t bug reece at all, because his father is his hero and if i think more about that i’ll start crying.

but anywayyy i think maurice’s most prominent feature is his absolutely unruly blonde curls. it cannot be tamed!! which is actually very reminiscent of his grandfather maurice’s younger twin brothers, félix and nicolas. their hair was dark, like maurice’s, but the CHAOS of the hair, it’s all the same. maurice tells his grandson that he reminds him of them one day, and it makes him feel SO SPECIAL. and! unlike his sister, reecy actually remains blonde his whole life, just like his papa. it definitely gets a Little darker/sandier, the same way adam’s has, but he’s still much blonder than renée when they’re both adults.

that photo on the right is rudi goodman, who was the original casting for young adam! (i discuss that more here, for anyone reading who cares) and gosh, i look at that photo and i just SEE REECY. it’s crazy to me. reecy is all blonde curls and blue eyes and freckly cheeks and a big smile. he looks like this emoji -> 😁 all the time. beloved golden retriever boy. adam always insists that that is 100% belle’s beautiful smile 🥹☀️ alsoooo fully grown he’s like 6’2, which is even taller than adam, who is 6’. adam Does Not like being shorter than his son, but such is the lovely way of life 💛

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*      CRYPTIIQUE      /      ft.   achilles 

with feet so nimble and quick, and prey so unsuspecting and tempting, achilles cannot conjure one good reason to resist the way he crouches in the underbrush, stalking for the perfect moment to strike poor patroclus to the ground. a strategic victory to land him in his back, the golden boy atop of him with a smile brighter than the sun blocked behind his head.

"but it's fun," he insists, smile widening ever more and pinching the corner of his eyes.

he   cannot   remain   upset   with   achilles.         how   could   he,   with   a   smile   with   that?      achilles   never   means   to   hurt      —      not   ever.      his   heart   is   quite   pure   and   open   indeed.      patroclus   can   only   laugh   in   return,   pinned   so   fully   by   @cryptiique​​   upon   the   soft   grass.            “      but   it   is   hardly   fair,      ”            he   retorts.            “      i   am   passable   with   a   spear   or   a   bow,   you   know,   but   i   shall   never   be   as   quick   as   you!      ”

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mcshizzleman darling, can I be your favorite? want you to tell me you crave it; my name is whatever you make it . . .

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yn.yln I could reach that book easily, shortcake. also, coffee date after library date >>>>>

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yn.yln idk about you but about the caption?? think your name is ‘mine’ <3

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aphroditesfav.piper weirdos in love?? send help.

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sallysgoldenboy people in love are so weird

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Vaggie: no more eggs-

Emily: but their babiesssss

Vaggie: deadly babies, maybe

Emily: still babies

Vaggie: *eyebrow raise*

Emily:....they have the mentality of children, and I'm not letting you kick them out

Vaggie: fine! Fine. You can keep the minions, but, you need to put them somewhere so they don't get in the way of today's activiti-

Pentious: is already gone crying in the corner not hearing a word

Vaggie: sigh fine, I'll do it myself.

Emily: thank you babe!!

And ofc the bdsm scene;

Emily: okay were gonna be here a while.....*glances up* might as well see if I can find something....ooooo that looks interesting *holds up a pair of cuffs and turns to demon* do you have this in black cloth?

(5 minutes later)

"Hey guys look what I found!! Think you can use these on me next time we-"

Vaggie promptly covers her mouth like, 'no- nope- no wtf!? Why??? No. No.'

Angles to busy laughing his ass off, and wheezing out, "pipsqueak there has the right idea! Though, I didn't expect her to be into that~"

And Charlie is just covering her face, embarrassed, tail wagging

Also, we see the carmine sisters- wait in the episode list that's after them and vaggie start the beginning of a bond- ooooo I am having ideassss

I love it when the army training vaggie received shows

I'm probably gonna scrap everything after she throws everyone off the building tho- like, take the main plot points and rewrite it

Caus ei like the idea of them fighting and gaining trust, not the execution

Carmilals part is fine but I'll tweak it a bit

Vaggies part is wayyyy out there, so weather I'm gonna build up to that in the chapters before it, or tone it down, and rewrite their talk after cuase Charlies wording jsut kinda threw me off probably jsut me tho

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strawberry wine - joel miller x ofc!liv stone/fem!reader

after - part twenty-two

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a/n: we're in the SHOW PLOT BABIESSSSS ugh I'm having so much fun with this 🤍

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warnings: canon-typical violence, you know the drill.

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“I don’t know where he is, Liv, I swear.”

You sigh, leaning back in your chair, and dig in your pocket. You produce two ration cards, the highest value kind, and slide them across the table. “Now, you and I both know that’s a load of bullshit, Ted. So why don’t you stop wasting my time and tell me where Robert is?”

Ted’s a good kid. A little screwed up, sure, but so is every other kid that was born on the edge of the outbreak. He’s helped you out with a few jobs here and there, but lately, he’s been running shit for Robert, which made him the obvious first choice to find out where your least favourite smuggler had run off to.

You watch Ted’s eyes dart between the ration cards on the table between you and over your shoulder to where Joel and Tess are standing. Joel’s stance is wide, his hands shoved in his pockets, his brow hard. His eyes are glued to you, and you follow Ted’s eyes, glancing back at your husband and your friend.

“Don’t worry about them,” you tell the kid. “Look at me.”

“I told you, Liv, I don’t know where—”

“You don’t know where he is, yep, I heard you the first time. But I know it’s bullshit, because I know for a fact you were running a job for Robert three days ago, before my ass ended up in lock-up. And I also know that I saw you just outside the warehouse district, and ten minutes later, I have FEDRA all over me. You screwed me, so give me this, and I won’t let Joel break your jaw.”

The kid whimpers. 

You reach into your pocket, pull out another card. “Now, Ted. Or I walk.”

His throat bobs, but he reaches for the cards. Bingo. “T-there’s a red-tagged building, Stillman and Cross. He said he was taking the battery there, that he had someone else who would pay triple what Tess offered.”

You stare him down for a moment. “You know what happens if I find out you’re lying, don’t you?”

His eyes shift from your face back to Joel over your shoulder. “I do.”

“Broken jaws take a long time to heal,” you say almost casually, and Ted nods. You slide out of your seat. “See you around, kid.”

As soon as you’re close enough, Joel and Tess start to walk, and you fall into step with them, fitting yourself between them both. “Well?” Joel prompts, his hand finding the small of your back.

“Cost me three cards,” you tell them, “but he told me. Red-tagged building at Stillman and Cross.”

Joel’s brow lifts. “Wasn’t that a Firefly building, back when Tommy joined?”

Tess nods. “It was. Then they emptied out, and Miguel took over.” Her eyes shift to you, and she clears her throat. “It was empty again, last I heard.”

You shake a memory away. “I have a thought. We take the subway tunnel under Haymarket, that gets us into the building from below, and we can take him by surprise. He’ll never see us coming, and if all three of us go, he doesn’t stand a chance.”

“Pay this fucker back,” Joel says, and you can’t help your grin.

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You go back to the apartment. Tess heads up to her place to get her bag, and the moment you’re through the door, you beeline for the wardrobe, digging out your guns, your knives, the bat. Joel had reluctantly put everything away after you’d convinced him not to go straight after Robert. You needed to be smart about it, to get the battery, and once the plan was more fleshed out, when you realized Ted would know where Robert was and you had a place to start, he softened slightly.

Only slightly.

Time has made Joel harder. It’s made you both harder, both new versions of yourselves you hadn’t anticipated turning into. The last decade has pushed you both to your limits, in every goddamn sense, but still, your love for each other? That’s never so much as wavered. Never.

It’s mostly weapons, in your bags. Ration cards, emergency supplies on the off-chance you need to make a quick getaway after you confront Robert. Bolt cutters. Ideally, you’ll go, scare the shit out of him, get the battery, then come back home. You’ll plan a real route, get the truck from Lee, and off you go.

It’s pouring rain, by the time you meet Tess in the lobby and step back out into the streets. Joel keeps a tight grip on your hand as you head towards the subway, and all three of you are soaked to the bone when you reach Haymarket, you and Tess standing in front, trying to look casual while Joel clips the chain on the door with the bolt cutters.

You all step through, crouching to fish flashlights out of your packs. The bat is tucked between your shoulders, mostly hidden by your bag, but you go for your gun instead. “Ready?” Tess asks, and you both nod, heading down the stairs.

The flashlight beams light the way, revealing mouldy walls, cracks in the ceiling letting rainwater drip down over you. Joel shoves his hand through his hair, wet strands slicking back across his scalp, and you can’t stop yourself from thinking idly that he looks good.

The steps down were at least partially lit between your flashlights and the diffused daylight coming through the windows, but as you descend into the subway tunnel itself, it’s nearly pitch black. Not a shock — you used to meet people down here all the time to trade — but it still makes your gut twist. A few years back, you’d heard rumours about a swarm of Infected that had stumbled in through the opposite end, which fed out into the open city. No more subway drops for you.

There are multiple doorways that lead up from the tunnels, the few you’ve used over the years to get out of the QZ proper, others that have helped when you almost got caught out after curfew. There are a few offices, maintenance rooms and supply bunkers that have served in a pinch.

“That’s the one,” Tess says, pointing to one of the little staircases that lead up from the subway rail itself. She goes first, and you follow, Joel close behind, his hand bumping your leg as you walk up the few steps. Tess opens the door, stepping inside, and you go to follow again, but Joel hooks his fingers into your back pocket, stalling you.

There’s no noise, at first, and you move toward the doorway. When Tess’s shouted oh fuck! echoes through the tunnel, you bolt forward, gun raised, with Joel a half-step behind you. “What?”

Then you see it. The far wall of the office. You can just barely make out the body within the fungus, nothing human left, just cordyceps spreading across the tile. The face open in a silent roar, fungi sprouting from the mouth, the eyes, the ears. Frozen in place, creeping in every direction. Taking over, even buried beneath the earth.

“This one’s done,” Joel declares, shining his light on what used to be the person’s face. That’s one thing you’ve learned about the Infected, over the years: nothing lasts forever. The infection can only push the human body so far, and it gets to the point where there’s nothing left for the infection to puppet.

Beside you, Tess exhales sharply, a hand pressed to her chest. “Yeah, I know, I just…I wasn’t expecting it.”

Joel glances at you. “That wasn’t down here last time?” 

You shake your head. “Nothing was. But when was the last time we were here, Tess? A year? Two?”

“More than that,” she answers, sweeping her flashlight beam over the body. “You think he came down after he was infected?”

Joel sighs, and his words send a prickle through you. “Maybe down here is where he was infected.”

Tess stares at the body for a moment before she turns away. You clear your throat, tap your flashlight to Joel’s. “Let’s keep moving.”

The office leads into a narrow hallway, a series of ladders that have been tied and strapped together leaned against the wall. Probably not up to code, but it’ll do. Tess slides her flashlight into the strap of her bag, and you and Joel do the same, both peering up as Tess grips the ladder and starts moving up. “It’s like they reframed the whole structure,” Joel says, tapping your ass as you move to follow Tess. “Probably in the eighties. Everyone was cutting down on apartment sizes to sell more condos.”

Tess pauses, shooting you a look over her shoulder. “This has been Construction Corner with Joel Miller.”

You sputter out a laugh, the ladder wobbling in your grip, and when you look behind you, Joel looks less than impressed. “Hey, I’d watch it.”

“Sure you would,” he grunts, swatting your ankle. “Keep goin’.”

A few more rungs before you call out to Tess. “How far up we gonna go?”

“Uh,” she pauses, swinging her boot off the rung and onto what looks like solid floor, “this far.”

You all shuffle off the ladder one by one, Joel grabbing your hand when you offer it, while Tess pushes on the makeshift door cut into the drywall from the inside. It’s been a long time since you and her came in this way. “This opens into the hallway,” she says, more for Joel’s benefit than your own. “What the fuck? Someone put a piano in front of this?”

Joel sweeps his flashlight over the ceiling, catching on old pieces of insulation and cracked drywall. As Tess pushes on the door again, something hits your nose and you wince, the telltale tang of wasted ammunition curling at the back of your throat. “Wait,” you whisper, grabbing her forearm, stopping her from moving the door again. “You smell that?”

“Gunpowder,” Joel answers, and the beam of his flashlight traces the door, down to the bottom, where you see a thin drip of blood seeping through the bottom crack, pooling on the floor. “Shit.”

Both you and Joel draw your guns, and you push forward, Joel calling your name as you shove your shoulder into the door, sliding it open. The body that was leaned against it slumps over as you step through, peering around, something in you twisting when you see the dead man’s face.

Robert.

“Fuck,” you murmur, stepping through the door completely, your gun still raised. Joel’s right behind you, his brow furrowed, Tess a step behind him. Both their flashlights rake over Robert’s body, and over the car battery on the ground beside him. Tess steps towards the battery, inspecting it closer, while you turn to Joel, seeing the displeasure on his face. “The fuck happened here?”

He just shakes his head, jaw set, mouth a firm line.

“Well, the battery’s no good,” Tess informs you, nudging it with her boot. “And he still tried to sell it. Twice.”

“You’re shocked?” you scoff, glancing up the hall. There are more Fireflies, all of them riddled with bullets, bodies propped against the wall. “Doesn’t surprise me one bit. Greedy fuck.”

Someone lets out a pained groan, somewhere nearby, and you all jump on the defence, guns raised. Joel steps in front of you as you move down to where the hallway crosses with another, and you move to his right side. There’s mumbled conversation, words you can’t make out as Joel presses himself to the wall, inching towards the corner.

“Shit…Oh god, just…fuck!”

Joel turns the corner, and you’re quick to follow, both of you with your guns raised, steps silent as you creep closer towards the two women toward the end of the hall, one helping the other to her feet.

Suddenly, the door you’re barely in front of swings inward, a young girl shouting as she surges forward, a knife raised. Joel moves quicker than you, blocking the blow and sending her to the floor with a grunted fuck. The knife hits the floor, and Joel swings his gun towards the girl. She looks up at him with an almost feral look in her dark eyes, baring her teeth at him. 

She looks young, maybe thirteen or fourteen. Dark hair, dark eyes, pale. She’s got dark-coloured Converse on her feet, and for some reason, it makes you smile.

The sound of guns cocking rips your eyes from the young girl, and you turn to see the two women at the end of the hallway both with pistols pointed in your direction. “Liv?”

“Marlene?” you reply, officially confused as shit.

She stares at you for a long moment, her face pinched in pain before her eyes drop to the girl. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” the girl replies, her eyes still glued to Joel.

She goes for the knife, but Joel puts his boot over the blade before she can grab it. She bares her teeth again. “Ellie,” Marlene calls, assumedly the girl’s name, but she’s too busy sneering at Joel. “Ellie.”

Ellie whips her head in Marlene’s direction, and instantly, you see the fear that works across the young girl’s face. “Oh, shit!” she gasps.

Marlene loosens her grip on the gun, tilted the barrel of it away from your head. “No, it’s okay. I’ll be all right.” You see her face fall slightly. “You can’t be stupid like this.”

Yep, you’re fucking confused.

Tess, who you’d left inspecting the battery, rounds the corner. “So this is who Robert screwed us over with?” she asks, moving up to stand beside you. “The Che Guevara of Boston?”

You scoff, jutting your chin at Marlene. “War must be goin’ pretty shitty for you to be buying from scumbags like him. I know we screwed you once or twice, but at least you didn’t end up with a bullet in your gut.”

“Yeah, it’s been a fucking stretch,” Marlene asks, sagging against the wall slightly. “The merch was bad, and he obviously didn’t take fuck off for an answer.”

You squint at Marlene, but your ears prick when you hear Ellie mutter, “Give me my knife.”

“What do you need a car battery for?” Joel asks, ignoring the girl at his feet. Ellie reaches forward, and both you and Joel swing your guns at her. “Don’t.”

“Not at her,” Marlene nearly shouts, both her and the woman standing beside her lifting their guns again, pointing at you both. Tess lifts hers, aiming for Marlene. “Point it at me.”

Joel gives you a look before glancing down at Ellie, who’s pressed herself against the wall, her hands raised in surrender. She looks fucking terrified. “Joel,” you murmur, pointing your gun away from the girl, toward Marlene and her friend. He follows suit, and you hear Ellie’s relieved exhale.

“To answer your question,” Marlene says, “I need it for a better reason than you do. No offence, but Tommy’s just one man.”

“What the…” Joel mutters, but you reach out with the hand not holding your gun, touch his chest.

“Who told you we’re going after Tommy?”

Marlene almost laughs. “It’s our business to know things. You of all people should know that, Liv.”

“To know things,” Joel repeats, and you can see the anger creeping up his spine, feel it in the heavy beat against your palm. “You’re the cause of it. You turned my own brother against me.”

“Okay, Joel,” Marlene mumbles, nearly rolling her eyes. Your own anger spikes.

“That was a lot of gunfire,” Marlene’s partner says. You don’t know her name. “FEDRA’s gonna be on their way.”

“I know,” she answers, and she stares at the kid at your feet for a long moment before speaking again, her voice louder. “We were gonna move Ellie outta the zone tonight.” Joel’s eyes flick down to the girl, and you watch him for a moment before your eyes move back to Marlene. “But we won’t make it anywhere like this. Not for a while, anyway. So now I’m thinkin’, you’re gonna do it.”

You squint at the woman. What…

Behind you, Tess: “Why the fuck would we do that?”

At the same time, Joel: “The hell we are.”

And Ellie: “I’m not going with them!”

You can’t read the expression on Marlene’s face. She’s in pain, clearly, but there’s something more to it. Something you’re certainly not used to seeing on the Queen of the Fireflies. But then it clicks.

She’s desperate.

“Liv,” Joel says, tearing your focus from Marlene, his gun still pointed at her, “we don’t have time for this.”

You meet his eyes for a sec before your gaze moves back to the Fireflies at the end of the hall. “Oh, you don’t have time?” Marlene calls, and she’s not even hiding the desperation anymore. You can hear it clear as day in her voice.

“Who is she?” you ask, narrowing your eyes, tilting your head towards the kid on the ground.

“To you?” Marlene shoots back. “She’s cargo.”

“We don’t smuggle people,” Joel nearly shouts, and you put your hand on his arm.

“I can do it,” the woman beside Marlene says, and the Queen snaps.

“Kim, you don’t have a fuckin’ ear on your fuckin’ head, could you please!” It’s only then that you realize that Marlene’s friend — Kim — has clearly taken a shot to the head, because most of her ear is missing, blood smeared down her neck. Marlene keeps talking, staring you down. “There’s a team of Fireflies waiting for her at the old State House.” Behind you, Tess scoffs. “I know what’s out there. We were going with an entire squadron for that very reason.”

“An entire squadron,” you repeat, “and you want the three of us to do it?”

“I don’t have a truck, I don’t have a squadron,” Marlene says, “FEDRA’s five minutes away. What I do have is you. And I know what you’re all capable of. For better or worse.” Her eyes slide from you to Joel, and you inhale sharply.

At your feet, Ellie looks at you all warily. “What are they capable of?”

Marlene just keeps on talking. “You get her there safely, and they’ll get you what you need. Not just a battery, but the whole thing. Fuelled-up truck, guns, supplies, all of it. I swear.” Joel’s head turns to you, his jaw set. Somehow, this has become your call. “I swear,” Marlene says again.

Joel slides his boot across the ground, Ellie’s knife spinning out of reach. “Asshole!” she shouts, and as the three of you step away to deliberate, you stoop to the floor, scooping the thing up. It’s a simple thing, short blade, wooden handle with a metal switch. You slide your finger across the wood, feeling the weight of it in your palm, turning it over as you step back.

There are initials carved into the bottom, right along the edge of the wood. ASW.

“You trust her?” Tess asks you as you move away, Joel’s hand settling against your hip.

Joel shakes his head. “Me either,” you agree, giving a slight nod, “but she seems desperate.”

When Joel speaks, you don’t miss the thread of hope in his voice. “Firefly vehicle usually means repurposed FEDRA stuff,” he says, “so better-than-decent chance of makin’ it to Tommy in one of those.” He looks at you. “Get us to Lincoln too.”

You nod.

“The second we hand this kid over—” Tess starts, but Marlene’s voice cuts her off.

“Ya’ll talk it through, but please remember that I’m bleeding out.”

Joel reaches out and grabs your wrist, the hand holding the knife. His eyes are hard as you meet them, but he lifts his chin, and you nod.

“Okay, here’s the deal,” you call to Marlene, turning on your heel. “We take the kid to the State House, but we don’t hand her over until we get everything that we want. Everything. Guns, truck, ammo, whatever we ask for. Anyone so much as pauses, we kill her. Then and there.”

You’ve barely gotten the words out before Marlene agrees. “Deal.”

“Really?” Ellie quips, almost exasperated. “That fast?”

Marlene looks at her, that same desperation still laced in her voice. “You are all that matters. My team will not jeopardize that. Remember what I told you?” Ellie glances up at you, and you try to school your face neutral. “Now go get your bag. Now, Ellie.”

With a huff, the kid gets to her feet and stalks into the room she’d leapt out of. You all just stare each other down until she returns, a green and blue backpack in her hands. She stares at Marlene, and Tess turns on her heel, heading back down the hallway. Joel touches your arm, nodding his head in the direction Tess went. “Let’s go.”

Ellie stares Marlene down until she nods, and then spins, shoving Joel with her shoulder as she goes, plucking her knife out of your hand before pushing past you as well. Joel gives you a look, and you just shake your head.

“Miller,” Marlene calls, and both of you turn to look at her. “Don’t fuck this up. Please.”

+

Thunder rumbles, the moment you step foot back outside. It’s still early, nowhere near curfew, but you’re all quick to move through the city, circling back to the apartments. You need to regroup, gather more supplies, if you’re gonna make it to the State House.

What the fuck did you just agree to?

Tess leads the pack as you stride through the rain, Ellie behind her, you behind Ellie, Joel behind you. You don’t miss the way the kid pulls her hood over her face every time you pass a FEDRA soldier, flinches every time one of those big FEDRA trucks rolls past on the street.

Somewhere between the Firefly building and your apartment, Joel grabs your hand, pulls you back into step with him. “I don’t like this,” he says softly, his tone rough.

You lace your fingers with his. “I don’t either. Doing Marlene a favour wasn’t exactly high on my list of things to do. But if they pull through and get us what we need, then it’s worth it, right?”

The furrow in his brow deepens, but he squeezes your hand, gives a slight nod. “Right.”

It’s not long before you’re inside the building, climbing the stairs up to your floor. Ellie’s foot slips on one of the steps, nearly sending her tumbling back. Out of instinct, you grab her by the arm, pushing her back upright. She shoots you a look over her shoulder, her eyes wide. “Thanks.”

You just nod.

Joel holds his hand out for the keys as you approach the apartment, unlocking the door after you toss them to him. You push the door open, stepping aside for Ellie to enter after Joel gestures for her to step forward. “Give us a minute,” you say, stepping back out into the hall, pulling the door shut. It earns you a shouted what the fuck! from the kid, but you ignore it.

“So, what’s the plan?” Tess asks, hands braced on her hips.

You breathe out a sigh, leaning back against the door. “When’s the last time we even made it near the State House?”

Joel pushes his hand through his hair. “Long way or short way.”

“We took the short way last time,” Tess says, glancing at you. “Nearly got ourselves killed.”

You chew your thumb. “So we take the long way? If things go bad, we’ll figure something out. Drop whatever we have to, head for Bill and Frank’s.”

“And what, leave the kid there?”

“If shit hits the fan, Lincoln first. We check on them, we resupply, and we head for Wyoming. Simple. There are more than enough cities between here and Wyoming with Firefly groups. Chances are we can find another one to drop her at.”

“Nothin’s ever fuckin’ simple, Liv,” Joel grunts, and you shoot him a glare. “Lee had the decency to warn me to stay off the streets tonight. Apparently, the Fireflies freaked FEDRA out, few guys got shot. This is risky.”

“Every single fucking thing we do is risky, Joel. If we wait this out any longer, someone’s gonna come snooping, or Marlene’s gonna rat us out and we’re gonna lose our window. You wanna get to Tommy, this is what we have to do.”

He just glares back.

“I’ll go check out the spot under Lancaster,” Tess offers, and you nod, your eyes stuck on Joel’s.

“Yeah, that’ll work,” you say. “I’ll come with you, keep an eye out. We should leave after dark.” You take a step away from your husband, your eyes still glued to his. “Stay with the kid.”

You start walking away before he can convince you otherwise, but you still hear his protests as you and Tess head back toward the stairs. “Wait. Why do I have to…Liv! Olivia!”

“You’re gonna pay for that one,” Tess mumbles as your feet hit the top step, both of your knees creaking as you make your way back down to the lobby. “He’s right, though. This is risky.”

“It’s all risky. Walking around in broad daylight is risky, these days.”

“You got me there.”

“I knew, you know,” you tell her, gripping the stair rail, “that eventually we’d leave Boston. Just never thought we’d be doing Marlene any fucking favours in the process.”

You reach the lobby, push back out onto the street. It’s still raining, but you weren’t inside long enough to feel dry, and your boots seem to find every puddle as you head toward Lancaster. It was one of the first spots you used, when you first started smuggling. A just-wide-enough storm drain that got hit in the bombings before the QZ walls went up, the tunnel under that opened up on the other side, a large slab of asphalt hiding the exit. More than once, FEDRA’s posted themselves in front of the entrance, close enough to the QZ wall that it gives them a good vantage point.

Today, not a soldier in sight.

“Good,” you mutter, glancing over your shoulder as you and Tess round the corner, trying to look as casual as possible. “We should head back through the market. Pick up some supplies. In case anyone’s tailing us.”

“You know, you’re just as paranoid as your husband, sometimes.”

“Oh, shut it.”

You only make it about ten feet before someone calls Tess’s name. You both freeze, and you haven’t seen Tess go that pale since the last time you ran into a Clicker.

Robin. 

You turn slow, spotting Tess’s ex-girlfriend on the opposite side of the street. She’s dressed in full FEDRA gear, gun at her hip. Last you heard, she was still teaching at the school; what subject, you didn’t know, but clearly something that warranted her carrying a weapon. Maybe teaching the next generation of soldiers how to become shittier shots than the current ones.

Robin’s ponytail swings as she crosses the road to where you’re stood, her dark hair made darker by the rain. “Tess,” she says again, something unreadable in her voice. You don’t know her well enough to get a clear read on her. “Can we talk?”

Tess is rigid as hell at your side, and you turn to look at her. “Tess?”

“Yeah,” she says finally, returning your glance. “Give us a sec.”

With a nod, you wander a few steps back. You’re right at the edge of the market, and you busy yourself trading a couple ration cards for new bootlaces, glancing over at Tess and Robin every few moments. Tess looks exasperated, and when Robin reaches for her, your hand automatically wanders toward the gun tucked in the back of your waistband, hidden beneath your shirt. Tess grabs Robin’s wrist, her expression going hard as she drops her hand forcefully, making Robin stumble back a step.

Without another word, Tess stalks towards you, her face a hard mask. Behind her, Robin lingers in the street for a moment, staring after Tess, before her shoulders slump and she turns away, disappearing around the corner.

“What was that about?”

“Let’s go.”

You wander around the city another hour or so, waiting for the sky to darken, making sure no one’s following you. There are a few people that owe you favours, and you collect on a few, returning to the apartment shortly after curfew with a few extra boxes of ammunition, some dried beef, rolls of bandages.

When you push open the door of your apartment again, they’re both in the living room. Ellie’s perched on the chair by the window, a smug grin on her face, and Joel’s stood in front of the couch, like he just got up, hands braced on his hips. A familiar stance.

He doesn’t say anything as you and Tess step through the door, Tess shutting it behind you. Joel looks at you, then at Ellie, then back at you, his face expectant. “Lancaster looks good,” you say, pulling your coat and Joel’s off the hooks by the doors. Tess swings her back from her shoulders, pulls her own out. “Ellie, you got a jacket in your bag?”

“Yeah,” she answers, a streak of fear in her eyes as she looks at you. 

“Okay,” you nod, “get it. It’s time to go.”

Joel walks over to you, taking his coat when you hold it out to him. He steps close to you, one hand finding a home on your bicep and squeezing. “You good?”

“Fine,” you say, glancing over your shoulder at where Tess is shrugging into her jacket. “We ran into Robin.”

Joel’s brow goes hard. “She…?”

“Tess didn’t tell me,” you reply, reaching up to brush an errant strand of hair from his forehead. “I don’t think she was suspicious. We were in the market, nothing out of the ordinary.” You incline your head toward Ellie. “How’s the kid?”

“Smart ass,” Joel grunts, and you have to stifle your laugh. “Seems scared though. Was askin’ me how many times we’ve done this, if we’d be okay.”

You nod. “We will be.”

“We going or what?” Tess calls, and you tug on Joel’s hand, all of you heading toward the door.

“Wait,” you say, and head for the bookshelf, reaching for the copy of Moby Dick that you’d cut the middle of out. You flip it open, pull out the portable radio Bill had given you. “Just in case.”

Joel just nods to you as you swing your bag from your shoulders, sliding the radio into one of the pockets. “We’ll see them soon,” he reassures you, and you just nod as you all step out of the apartment, pulling the door shut behind you.

You take one last glance around as the door swings closed. Who knows the next time you’ll see this place again.

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[ketchupthedoglover96]

im gONNA FREAK THEY WERE JUST BABIESSSSS THIS ERA WAS UNMATCHED (source: me at 7 years old in 2012 with very unfiltered/unsupervised internet access and an ability to type)

[alexbkrieger13]

i'm not ready for the 10 years, they were babiesssss

https://www.tumblr.com/chelseabloo/665265964344115200/digging-into-the-hardersson-vault-link%C3%B6pings?source=share

oh yea. I was going through footage to use for the 10 year video and some of it oh my god they are so young in

[twotitsjohndecaon]

Brighton Rock | Tarry with Me Pray

Here's part two!!! Srry I keep not posting these parts, I keep getting sad and unable to do anything. But that's not what this is about. This is about that mountain dew babiesssss. Lemme know what y'all think I mean if you want and I hope ppl like/are liking this and I'll try not to wait so long posting the next one :)

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: tbh I don't remember anything that happens in this. But casual drinking probably and swearing and definitely dirty shit. Sexxxxy timezz 18+++ def. No one under that age I mean it. Maybe a bit of emotional manipulation,??? extended family moments.

The next morning you were far away, preoccupied with something during the full-English. That’s what it looked like to your family. And it was true, though not with anything bad, but definitely with something intense. You couldn’t stop thinking about your night with Brian. You wondered if it was going to be a one time thing, if you’d ever see him again, but mostly just how incredible it was. You reflected on all of your moments together, how something so fleeting could have met into a fire like that. You’d seen him on the beach. You’d seen him in the shop, in the foyer, arcade, at the bar, and then in his room. All of it was so quick, interrupted, and under some sort of haze or magic and you wished to see him level headed. But that might be a pipe dream more than anything. 

Your family finished up breakfast and then took a walk around the markets on Kensington Garden. You could tell your aunt and uncle found it a bit overwhelming, and Julie was very in to the fact it was so “young and hip.” You liked them too, though preoccupied, you liked the handmade feel of everything. You all split up at some point, Julie dipping into some record shop, your aunt and uncle staying outside to comfort the baby, and you poking in thrift shops here and there. And then you saw him again.

He smiled the most damned beautiful smile there probably ever was, his teeth poking out a bit, and quickly made his way towards you and grabbed your wrist. You had smiled uncontrollably when you saw him again too, but you snapped to your senses a bit once he grabbed you. You quickly looked around. 

“Family?” he asked of your worry, to which you nodded. He nodded as well and gave a more reassuring smile and looked over his shoulder. “C’mere,” he said softly, taking your hand and leading you into one of the shops nearby. It was covered floor to ceiling in T. Rex posters, and you figured it’d be a music shop, but inside was more like a treasure trove full of clothes, trinkets, and anything from old ages. The interior was winding, several floors with ladders and spiral staircases to lead you up, and tchotchkes were piled high with no rhyme or reason. Brian took you to the middle of the shop where you both were hidden just amongst yourselves. You smiled once more. You couldn’t help it.

“Better?” he asked. You smiled and nodded.

“How’d you know I’d be here?”

“Coincidence,” he said. You raised your brow skeptically, not believing a word of it. “I’m serious,” he reiterated. You still didn’t believe him, but he moved on. “I’m glad to see you again,”

“Me too,” you admitted.

“It was good. Very good. For me at least.” “For me too.”

“I didn’t get a chance to tell you before.”

“It’s ok,” you said.

“Well, uhm—“ he paused. “I wish I could spend more time with you. More than a few minutes at a time. Just something proper,” he said, his eyes darkening at this admittance, or maybe at the thought of what he could do with more time.

“Oh, give yourself some credit, that was at least five minutes,” you joked. He snickered out of politeness, but was more concerned with your answer. You sighed. “It’s difficult. If they knew… I’d never hear the end of it. And I’d probably be ostracized out of the family,” you said, trying to joke about the situation but only knowing it was all too true. Brian nodded and started to slowly walk around the store. You followed him. 

“Where are they now?” he asked. 

“Around here, just in different shops,” you finished. Brian paused to thumb at a little silver statue sitting on a shelf and nodded, picking it up and fiddling with it, not able to make eye contact.

“I wish there was something we could do,” he whispered. The confident, domineering guy you’d been talking to the past few days was seemingly melting into nervousness before your eyes. It off set you a bit. Was he just nervous, or maybe he was a bit… strange after all and it’d be best to call it quits before he got too attached to something that wasn’t there? You looked away and felt the velvet texture of a silly vintage top hat hanging on a rack near you. 

“I don’t know,” you said, not just to what he said but to everything you felt about the situation. You weren’t sure of anything when it came to Brian. The silence was thick and tense, neither of you knowing what to say before you picked up the hat and nearly placed it on yourself, before smiling to yourself at the thought of what it’d look like atop Brian’s mane of hair. You found yourself placing it atop his head before you could stop yourself. Brian froze for a moment, and you did too, taking a look at him, the hat seemingly floating on top of his head because of his hair. You couldn’t stand it a moment longer, and broke out laughing. This eased the tension, broke whatever momentary hardship the two of you were having. Brian started cracking up with you, and both of you liked how your laughter sounded together. Brian removed the hat and placed it down, his small statue as well.

“Sorry, I— I couldn’t resist,” you said through laughter, trying to catch your breath. Brian wiped his eyes from the tears the laughter had sprung. 

“Shall it be my new look, then?” he said.

“Definitely,” you smiled, laughter dying down. Brian smiled back, moving a piece of hair behind your ear.

“You have the loveliest laugh,” he said softly, and your breath hitched for a moment. Ah yes, you reminded yourself, why you couldn’t help but be attracted to Brian. That’s why. “Come with me,” Brian said softly. 

“Hm?” 

“It’ll only be a moment,” Brian pleaded.

“I can’t, I—“

“—I know, your family. But we won’t be long, I promise. Please,” he said. Was he really propositioning your for sex in the middle of the day? Were you going to leave in the middle of your family outing for this? Brian took your hand tentatively and you didn’t pull away as he pulled you out of the shop, down the street, but not far like you expected. Instead, he took you into a cupcake shop a few stores down. You scanned the room to make sure it was all clear, and when it was, Brian was already asking what your favorite was.

“Chocolate,” you found yourself saying in shock without really realizing what was happening. And Brian bought you a cupcake and sat you down in the corner booth. The shop was adorable and quaint, plants everywhere and cozy. 

“Why’d you buy me a cupcake?” you asked, trying to process what was happening. 

“Why not?” he said, unwrapping it a bit and taking a small piece for himself with his fingers before handing you a bite. You took it. You didn’t understand how this was happening, why it was all so nice and why Brian was being so wonderful to you.

“Seriously. Why are you doing all of this? Why not… I don’t know, fuck me and be done?” You asked.

“Who says I’m not doing all of this just to get you to fuck me again?” He countered. You shrugged.

“Seems like most guys stop short of a cupcake.”

“Well, consider yourself lucky, then. But I don’t want to fuck again. Or rather, just fuck again necessarily.”

“What do you want then?”

“Like I said before. Just a bit more time I suppose. I don’t know if I could name it,” he said, furrowing his brows and looking at you. His eyes were gorgeous. You nodded and had more of your cupcake. “Does it have to have a name, whatever I want with this? Does it have to be in the box of one night stand, courting for marriage, or holiday fling? Does it have to be just one?” he continued.

“No, I guess not,” you said. It was all a bit philosophical, but you found yourself agreeing. “It doesn’t have to be something solid in particular, because at the end of the day we’re both going home soon anyways.” Brian nodded, a bit upset at the notion. Both of you seemed to agree now. You could be whatever you meant to each other during this time, and then it’d end soon anyways.

“Yeah. Well,” he said, handing you the last part of the cupcake. “I do want to see you again. To… do it again, if you’d like to,” Brian whispered. 

“And I do appreciate the cupcake,” you said, wiping your mouth. “And I want to do it again too,” you admitted. You met his eyes and they were lustful again. You stood up, as you really should step away before any suspicion arose. Brian stood up too. “Same time same place?” you smirked a bit teasingly. Brian chuckled for a moment. 

“I wish, darling. No— I can’t tonight, I…” Brian trailed off, looking away. “I’ll sort it. I’ll let you know,” Brian whispered. He grabbed your hand firmly and quickly kissed your knuckled. You were a bit confused at Brian’s response, but let it slide. You didn’t know what else he had going on and it was none of your business.

“Well then I’ll see you when I see you I suppose,” you said. Brian looked you up and down.

“It won’t be long.”

“Good,” you said, pulling away and leaving quickly, not looking back. You didn’t want him to think you were too easy, even though you already admitted you wanted him again and the cupcake move may have worked. You quickly walked down the street to find your family with the baby and moved on with them, telling them about the shop but not Brian. The rest of the walk you were thinking, going over what all was said. It had calmed you, actually, now your brain chalking everything up to a flirty little holiday, and you’d leave it at that. And you were even more certain that you liked him in general and wanted him again, and seemed like you’d get what you wanted. Or would you?

It took you until dinner to realize you had no idea when you were going to see him again now. Maybe he’d just forget about you and you’d always look back on this day with a sour taste in your mouth, or maybe he’d wait too long and you’d come to your senses. It kind of bugged you, though, to always be thinking about him, to be wondering when he’d “let you know.” But then you realized, maybe that was his move. You were frustrated as you went to bed. 

The next morning you still hadn’t heard from Brian, and as your family was changing to head to the beach after brunch the phone rang. You were in the bathroom changing, and Julie picked it up.

“Y/N?” she yelled. Your bikini wasn’t tied yet, so you held it up to your chest as you opened the door.

“What?” you said a bit irritably.

“Don’t lose your shit. It’s the front desk, something about cleaning service?”

“What? And don’t say shit.”

“You say it!” “Not the point!” “Well, take it! I can’t understand what they’re saying!” Julie said, thrusting the phone towards you. You huffed and rolled your eyes and gave Julie a death stare as she used this opportunity to take over the bathroom while you were in the middle of getting ready. 

“Yes?” you said a bit sharp into the phone.

“Is this Miss Y/L/N speaking?” said a man. 

“Yes, this is her, is there something wrong?”

“One moment please miss, we’re connecting your call.”

“What?” you said high pitched as the line changed before you got any explanation. 

“Y/N? Are you there?” It was Brian. You were more confused now but couldn’t react too loudly to have Julie hear you.

“Yes,” you replied softer.

“Good. If you can make it, come at two this afternoon. Room 310,” Brian said quietly. You were obscenely confused still even more so, but couldn’t make a big deal about it with Julie in earshot.

“Fine,” you said. “Is that all? I really have to go,” you said, trying to convey that you weren’t trying to be short with Brian but had to maintain the farce of speaking to the hotel service. 

“Go,” Brian said with a chuckle. “And I’ll see you in a couple of hours,” he said, and you hung up the phone. You sat in a bit of shock and confusion for a moment as you tried to process what had just happened, before realizing you bikini was still untied and turned to the mirror on top of the wardrobe to quickly tie it behind your head. You sat down on your bed, hands to your sides, clutching the edge. How had Brian found where to call you? And did he use the hotel to do it? And then he assumed you’d just go off with him in the middle of the day for sex? Again? You were really beginning to like Brian, but this whole situation was extremely strange. And why had Brian given you a different room number than before?

You would go see him, but only for answers, you decided, you weren’t going to sleep with him after pulling something like that. It didn’t match up, Brian seemingly a wild card, one moment suave, next nervous, and the next popping up out of nowhere and calling your room. With Julie answering! Did he have no respect for your predicament at all? Julie left the bathroom and you all headed down to the beach. You’d have to think of an excuse to get away. You thought of one as you lay in the sun. And then, just before two, you thought of something.

“Ow!” you exclaimed. Your family turned towards you. You looked at them sheepishly. “I think I’m beginning to burn. I left my suncream in the room. I should run back and get some if I want to keep laying out here,” you explained. It was a gamble, but the best you could think of under stress, and you hoped you were a good enough liar for it to fly. Your aunt looked at you, lowering her sunglasses. 

“You look alright to me, love,” she said sympathetically. 

“No no, my skin feels burnt, it’s stinging a bit,” you said, trying to drive it home. 

“Not to worry, I’ve got some with me,” said your uncle, pulling out the spray can of baby sunscreen. You looked at it worryingly and bared your teeth and furrowed your brows. 

“I’d need more SPF, I think,” you said, noticing the low concentration. They looked unconvinced. “Really, it’s alright. I just really don’t want to get burned. I’ll be back quick,” you said, standing up and dusting off, leaving your towel on the rocks to emphasize. 

“Well hurry back, love,” your aunt smiled. 

“I will.” They took the bait. It took all you had in you not to sprint back to the inn, but you made your way in time. Without even thinking to change, you showed up to Brian’s apparent room right on time in just your bikini. Brian opened the door and looked you up and down hungrily and you marched inside. 

“Wow, Y/N, already half way there for me?” he smirked. You didn’t realize what he meant until you followed his eyes, noticing your bikini, then rolled your own eyes and put your arms around your chest. It was only then he looked up at your face and saw your less-than-impressed look. His face fell and he turned towards you. “What’s the matter?”

“The matter? How about how you keep finding out of nowhere and calling my room when I haven’t told you which one it is? Or the fact you assume I can drop everything for a dick appointment in the middle of the day? Or the fact you don’t seem to care that my family can’t know about this? Or that you tell me to come to a completely different room than before, how can you explain that one?” you said, hands on your hips. 

“Y/N,” Brian said, moving towards you and reaching towards you. 

“No!” you said, stepping back. Brian stopped and sat down on the edge of the bed, and you moved further away from him back towards the door. 

“I can explain, I promise if you’ll let me,” he said calmly with pleading honey eyes. You shook your head, implying you were waiting. Brian sighed. “Right. Well I’m sorry first of all if I’ve upset you or made you feel uncomfortable or… unsafe in any way. It’s never my intention. And I wish I didn’t have to call you away in the middle of the afternoon, but it’s the only time I have available right now. And I do want to see you,” Brian explained. You were still unimpressed as he continued. “As for running into you, the first several times were coincidences, I swear on my life. And then at the markets I’ll admit I did follow you there, but only because I didn’t know how else to see you. And I called your room because I asked for your name at the front desk and had them connect us,” Brian said, looking for your reaction. 

“Following me to the market’s still creepy, Brian,” you countered. 

“I’m so sorry. But I didn’t know how else to see you again for certain.”

“You could’ve…” you trailed off, not knowing either how he would have necessarily found you again. “Well, since there seems to be so many coincidences you probably would have run into me again. Couldn’t you have waited there, or in the foyer where you knew I’d be walking through at one point?”

“But I didn’t know for certain if I’d see you again, and I really needed to talk to you. And how would waiting for you all day in the foyer be any less creepy than following you to the market?” he countered. 

“They’re both creepy!” you said, throwing your hands up. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Why didn’t you just call that time if you needed to talk to me so bad?”

“I hadn’t thought of it yet. Really,” Brian said. You rolled your eyes. 

“And what makes you so busy you can only meet in the middle of the day? Got business on your holiday alone, then?” 

“I am busy. With lots of things, with business, and other things. And I’m sorry but I really still want to see you.” You paused. You weren’t happy with Brian’s answers, but you did believe him. And you did believe he was sorry. “And I do care, if you do so much, about not airing this out in front of your family, but they are an obstacle if you want them in the dark and close encounters might just be part of the problem. I’d never do anything to… expose whatever this is on purpose. It benefits me to keep it quiet too.”

“Why? Don’t want anyone to know how you’re fucking a younger woman on your holiday? Thought men gave out prizes for things like that.”

“Like I said. I’m not only here for pleasure.”

“Whatever that means.”

“It means, that, I think it’s best if we keep this and everything we do henceforth secret.”

“Bold of you to say now, and also to assume I’m seeing you after this.”

“Y/N, I don’t want it to be like this. What about yesterday? Everything I said was all true— is true.” You rubbed your arms as you thought. Brian was so genuine with you in the market, and made you feel so good, and you meant everything you said yesterday too. And also, you remembered, you weren’t in a relationship with Brian. In a few days, you were going home and never seeing each other again. Who cared if he wasn’t being super emotionally intelligent? The two of you could just fuck and go with it, have some fun in the last couple of days. Feelings and anything beyond basic respect didn’t need to be dragged in. You sighed and met his eyes, walking over to him, placing your hands on his shoulders as he sat. Brian seemed surprised at the turn of events, thinking you’d still be pissed at him. He grabbed your hips and looked into your eyes, showing his apologies and pleading for you to forgive him. 

“You still have something unanswered,” you said lowly, running your fingers through his curls. He looked at you expectantly. “Why’d you change rooms?”

“Promotion at the hotel. I booked late and couldn’t get a single room consecutively,” he whispered, falling under your spell, entranced by your fingers in his hair, your sense, the way your skin felt so smooth, the way you looked. You nodded. “You aren’t mad?” he said, confused. He didn’t want to bring it up again, but found your sudden affection strange. You shook your head.

“It’s not like you’re my boyfriend, Brian,” you said. Brian looked down at your waist, which was at his eye level, and moved his hands up your body.  A bit of a sad thought, really, but he could barely remember anything at this point and nodded, pushing down on your mid-back to get you to lean over to kiss him. Your lips met, and you melted into each other. You quickly climbed into Brian’s lap and worked on unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it off. You pushed your hips into each others, gasping into each other’s mouths at the pressure and moved together, still kissing. Something seemed to switch within Brian soon after, and he flipped you over suddenly, removing his pants then climbing over you. He looked down, admiring your body, before pulling the string tied behind your neck of your bikini, before grabbing the middle and pulling it off, exposing yourself to him. Brian groaned and leaned down to kiss you again. Your hips slotted against each other and you whined into his mouth as he pressed down hard into you, him growling in response before quickly grabbing your wrists and holding them above your head, making you out of breath with his lips and tongue. He continued to pin you down with one hand and reached down with the other to feel you through your swim bottoms, pressing hard making you whine even more into his mouth. He quickly snaked his hand underneath the hem and rubbed at you shortly before growing impatient and pushing two fingers into you, you exclaiming a bit at the sudden stretch but accommodating him no problem. You moaned and bucked into his touch as he nipped at your neck before he again couldn’t take it any longer, pulled out of you and flipped you over, removed both of your remaining clothing, and held your chin up and forced his fingers into your mouth. 

“Good girl,” he muttered as you sucked them clean. It wasn’t long before Brian pushed into you, both of you sighing before he took you hard but so well. He grabbed your hips as he used his force to take you, and this time you couldn’t help but be a bit loud, not quiet like last time. Brian seemed to be unable to contain his noises as well, him humming through closed lips before his mouth fell open in a louder groan before he tried to quiet himself again. To deal with your noise, he took a hold of your hair and pushed you down a bit into the mattress, which did a bit to muffle the sounds. Brian felt so good, so perfect for you and he soon picked your hips up and started rubbing at you quickly again. 

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer,” he strained, but it was no worry as you soon clenched down and finished upon him. Brian sucked in air through his teeth before letting go with a loud groan through his exhale and finishing, essentially collapsing on top of you. After a minute of panting in your ear, which sent shivers down you, he lifted off and cleaned you up quickly and weakly before he grabbed you firmly again and pulled you on top of him into his chest. You huffed at the movement but quickly nuzzled into him taking in his addicting scent as you tried to calm down. He pet your hair slowly and you clutched onto his shoulders tight. Eventually after taking a while to still calm down, you looked up to him, his eyes closed but still awake. You nudged your nose to him and he kissed you, met you back with a soft passion, gentle compared to before. The two of you hummed happily into each others mouths as you calmed yourselves with soft kisses for a bit before caressing his face, both of you opening your eyes. 

“I really didn’t mean to upset you. Ever,” he said softly. You nodded and kissed him again.

“It’s just for the holiday, isn’t it?” you said, kissing him again. Brian didn’t nod really, but looked at you and didn’t disagree and kissed you again. “It’s alright,” you said.

“I do want to see you again,” he said like he was letting you know but telling it to himself at the same time. You nodded. Brian rubbed over your back comfortingly in large strokes and you softly curled his hair around your fingers. “Fuck,” he whispered, not knowing when he could or how he’d contact you again. At this point, you would have given him your number, but there was no guarantee Julie wouldn’t answer. There wasn’t a clear solution. “The beach? Tomorrow? We’d have to go really early in the morning, I’m sorry, but we could at least see each other. And then maybe later again in the night if I can get away,” Brian proposed. You thought for a second, tilting your head down and looking away. You could say you were going for a morning run, maybe go before Julie even woke up and rejoin for breakfast. 

“Yes, tomorrow,” you decided, kissing Brian again. He kissed you back more thoroughly now, and the two of you stayed this way, close and gentle for a bit longer, before he pulled away. You braced yourself but were still sad for what you knew you both knew would have to happen now. 

“Can’t stay long,” Brian whispered.

“Me either.” Brian paused, looking deep into your eyes and brushed some hair behind your ear. “I wish I could stay,” you admitted.

“Me too,” Brian said. Both of you kept trying to break away but couldn’t, as if you were glued together. The two of you slowly dressed, touching still in some way throughout the process, before you both stood by the door, looking at each other. “Tomorrow. It won’t be long,” Brian said sorrowfully as you nodded, and you opened the door and left, not able to look back. You paused for a moment, sighed, and quickly made your way to your room to dress a bit more. But Julie was there.

[myrxellabaratheon]

Theon and Jeyne + 4, 6, 11 and 15 ❤️

Ohhh my babiesssss! Thank you so much! ❤️

4.Favorite non-sexual activity? Walking on the beach! It's probably the only thing Theon really missed about the Islands/enjoyed about them when he was in Winterfell and Jeyne finds the feel of the sand between her toes relaxing and helps them both to ease their minds.

6.What is their favourite feature of their partner's? Their eyes for them both, but for different reasons. For Jeyne it's because even when they were back in Winterfell Theon's eyes had always been the only part of his body which didn't lie even when he was pretending to be fine. Theon learnt to love Jeyne's eyes only with time, shortly after they escaped from Ramsay. At some point he realized that they managed to run because he became aware of the fact that they were the "wrong" color and he figured out they were everything but wrong.

11.Who tops? After Ramsay, Jeyne can't stand to be crowded or feel trapped under another body so, once they manage to talk it throught and have sex, it's her who tops.

15.Who wakes up first? It depends. If neither of them has nightmares, then generally it's Jeyne because she was used to wake up early in King's Landing by Sansa.

[meerkatzthings]

my mom woke me up at like 3 in the morning to see that the back door was WIDE OPENED she woke me up freaking out asking if my cats were sleeping w me (they were not😭) & then she RAN upstairs to wake up my dad so.. yeah cats got outside but we got them 😎 also i was having a fucking panic attack when i found out they got outside cause they are js my little babiesssss ☹️😭

OH MY GOSH??? THATS SO FRIGHTENING WHAT THE FREAK i’m glad you got your cat back in tho 😼😼

[cellsshapedlikestars]

Omg I've never even watched season 4 of the OC but the second you said you liked the broody guy and princess dynamic and wrote for the oc I KNEW which ship you wrote for. I'm pressing play on the show right now

My babiesssss

They were just so good together!! Ryan finally had a girlfriend that actually thought about him!!

I could literally talk about the oc all day don't get me startedddd

[japepperony]

My marauders ships and whyyyy

Jily - This oh. The first marauders fanfic I read was a jily one. I fell in love with marauders because of them. I think their other ships are cute but this will forever have my heart!! Also bi couples eat it up everytime (I’m bias)

Wolfstar - who doesn’t ship this? No fr gimmie an @!

Emmary - I love this ship so much it hurts. Most people don’t ship this. They prefer marylily. But I like the idea of two bi girls being friends platonically. Anyways. These two captured my heart in a… band au? I think… and the way Emmeline talked about her just made my heart ache. I hate the whole love triangle thing. NO LOVE TRIANGLE NEEDED. Mary. Emmeline. That’s it. Don’t complicate it.

Dorlene - again- Who doesn’t ship this? But no for real. I love rivals. Academic, enemies to lovers, business, mafia, whatever it doesn’t matter. And I hc them to be rivals with benefits. Sneaking around all through fifth year. And I just fucking love it. The hate but the love and just UGH!

Pebill - y’all this ship genuinely breaks my heart into a million pieces. They were in the same school for three years and she didn’t know it. I hc to sneak and watch her sleep at night. (I don’t forgive him. Just think the ship is cute)

Xenodora - Ima get killed for these straight ships I know but these are my babiesssss. The hc where he knew what she was doing but didn’t say anything. UGH MY HEART! They deserved sooo soo soooo much better. I know I always say that but I’m being so fr rn. They deserved EVERYTHING.

Tedromeda - The only ones that made it out. I love them. They deserved everything they got. I wish they didn’t have to outlive their daughter tho :/ EDIT- WAIT FUCK THEY DDINT MAEK IT OUT AHHH

[lys-jeorge]

Oh animals weekly I saw yeah,

babiesssss, little tiny lambs and ducklings and whatever baby coots are called let's check cooties...ok well, i'm going with baby coots, uhmm there was a bold ass rat, like it coming up to people? no questions, rats do that, we were with a dog, the dog was staring this rat down, the rat just walks closer they're staring with their eyes locked on each other and this rat somehow just knows this dog isn't gonna do anything, idk, if I was a rat I think i'd be more cautious of dogs, uhhh there were swans with eggs but no baby swans yet, seriously so many ducklings, uhhhh oh a grebe, not baby, OH long tailed duck, don't see those almost ever...

uhhhhh yeh that was yesterday, it's usually birds, i like mammals and fish and shit too, but the birds just tend to be more interesting around here more often

[pwurrz]

THEY WERE SO WORRIED ABOUT EIDEN MY BABIESSSSS 🥺🥺🥺🥺