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Taste of you - Ken x fem! Reader - PART 3.5

Edit: multiple parts have been uploaded and can be found on my pinned Masterlist on my profile :)

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Warnings: 18+ ONLY / verrry horny Ken / Ken learning different aspects about s#x / being held down k!nk / light dom-sub (roles switch between characters) / spanking k!nk (light, nothing super intense) / P! In V! / fingering / Ken’s starting to get a little cheeky as he becomes more confident in himself / some light somnophilia but the reader loves it / restraint k!nk

Ken woke up before you the next morning, still blissed out from the night before. He loved that you let him sleep next to you for a second night in a row. It was SO much better than sleeping on the sofa like he had been doing before. He made a contented noise when he remembered that today was your day off from class. Surely now that he knew what we was doing much better than before, you’d want to have sex with him all day. He smiled and nuzzled his nose into your hair. He didn’t want to wake you but at the same time he really did want you to be awake, and now. He watched your chest rise and fall for awhile, loving hearing you breathe next to him. Gently, he moved to be on top of you, elbows holding him up, his hips resting on yours. He decided he would slowly wake you up, whispering your name as he left tiny kisses from your ear down to your clavicle. You twitched a little, still asleep, and Ken lovingly moved himself down your body, kissing and touching you softly all the way.

He thought you might have awoken when he licked around one of your nipples, your other breast held tenderly in his hand, as you moaned and small goosebumps formed on your arms. You remained asleep, however, and so after loving on each breast for a bit, he began moving down again, taking the comforter with him since he wanted to see you and not let his field of vision be hidden underneath it.

Moving down to your stomach, leaving wet kisses all over your sternum and abdomen, he then traced one of your hip bones with his tongue, and you arched a tiny bit, but remained asleep still. He removed the comforter completely away from both of you now. He considered that you might feel a little cold but if you did wake up uncomfortable, he would just carry you to a hot shower and then fuck you in there where you’d be warm.

He pulled one of your thighs away from the other, hooking it over his elbow as he began leaving open mouthed kisses up your inner thigh, watching you intently. After kissing and even nipping a little at your other thigh, your core was now open to him and he looked up at your face for any hint of being awake, but you were still passed out.

He wondered if you would be upset with him if he just pleasured you a little, just the tiniest bit until you woke up. He was obsessed with your vulva, and upon seeing it again he began to grow hard. Keeping an eye on your face, he lowered himself over your groin and kissed your clit, then slowly down until he reached your opening.

“Ken,” you breathed, barely awake and assuming you were having a really nice wet dream. That was until Ken dipped his tongue into your opening and you made a kitten noise. Ken liked that noise a LOT and began licking in circles inside your opening until you opened your eyes. You gasped when you saw this was not a dream but that Ken was actually waking you up with oral sex. Ken was going down on you, his blue eyes twinkling and his hands holding you open for him.

“Ahh, Ken,” you let out a shaky breath when he flattened his tongue firmly against you, licking up from your opening up to your clit, when he flicked with his tongue once he got there, causing you to cry out and grab his hair with your hands.

“Ken, please,” a breathy laugh escaped you. “This is lovely but let me wake up more. I’m a little overstimulated at the moment.”

Ken frowned but did as you asked, sitting up on his knees but keeping his hands on your thighs. You offered your hand to him and he took it, holding it up to his face and smiling.

“Good morning, y/n.”

“Morning,” you yawned. You glanced at the clock on your bedside table. It read 5 am. “Why are you up so early, Ken?”

“Waiting for you to wake up.”

You laughed again, and he smiled.

“Did you not sleep very much?”

“I did,” he said, running his hands up the sides of your waist, making you giggle. “But then I woke up and really wanted you awake with me.”

“Mmmm,” you hummed, attempting you sit up a little but Ken climbed on top of you again, his hips holding yours down as he legs kept holding you open.

He smiled down at you. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you said right before he lowered himself to where your chests were now touching as he began kissing you, softly at first, but then hungrily moments later. You gently pushed against him and he pulled his face back.

“I do love this, but I really do need a moment to wake up.”

“Okay.” He kept smiling down at you, but not moving his body off of yours.

“I mean I need to get up, Ken.”

Ken frowned and shook his head.

“I’ll fuck you soon,” you promised.

“How soon?”

“After some coffee and toast soon.”

Ken contemplated that and begrudgingly sat up, offering a hand to pull you up with him. You giggled when he left a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Want some breakfast when I make mine?”

Again he shook his head and captured your lips with his. “No food. Just want you.”

“You’ll have me soon.” You placed a chaste kiss on his lips before hopping out of bed and heading into the bathroom to brush your teeth. Ken watched you as if charmed and not able to look away. He loved the way you moved when you walked, wishing your hands were his as you ran your fingers through your hair, yawning again. He discovered his had a newfound part of you that he loved as he stared at the way your butt bounced the tiniest bit as your backside was fully facing him on your way to the bathroom. Hmmm. He would need to explore that further.

You had just finished brushing your teeth when Ken appeared behind you, squeezing both of your butt cheeks in his large hands. You giggled in surprise and watched him in the mirror in front of both of you.

“I like this.” He squeezed a little harder for emphasis.

“You’re so easily encourageable.”

“Is that bad?”

“No, Ken. I like it.”

“Okay, good.” He kissed the hickey he had given you a day prior, feeling ecstatic now that he knew the meaning of it.

Despite your ongoing playful protests to let you finish making breakfast, eventually Ken won and you were being thrown into the bed underneath him as the coffee brewed, Ken attacking your neck with sloppy kisses and bites. You squealed under his weight, your legs dangling over the bed and his feet planted firmly in between yours as he easily nudged you open for him. His hand fisted into your hair to pull your head back as he kissed along your throat and jawline.

“Such a horny Ken,” you laughed, his naked hips bucking into yours, as you had been the only one to dawn a silky robe before heading into the kitchen earlier.

“You have *no* idea,” he almost growled, and that tone of voice shocked you but you also were LOVING it. He kept alternating bucking his hips into yours and then firmly rubbing his cock into your folds while you grabbed at his back and triceps.

“What did you mean last night when you said you would ruin me?”

“Mmmmm,” you breathed, eyes closed, blissfully lost in all the simultaneous sensations. “It means the sex will be so good that anyone else that fucks you will fail by comparison.”

If your eyes had been open you would have seen him smirk, before reaching down to test his tip in your opening. You moaned and your hold on him gripped tighter, expecting him to impale you at any moment.

“You seem veeerryy wet,” he said, his voice raising into a question.

“I am.”

He pulled his hips back just enough to reach his hand down and finger your opening. You shuddered as he easily pushed two fingers inside you.

“You’re *soaked.*”

“Want you,” you moaned. “Need you.”

“You need me?” You couldn’t tell if he was taunting but you were pretty sure you heard a little gasp before he said it, and it was a genuine request for confirmation.

You opened your eyes and pulled him closed to you, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling up to kiss him. “Need you really badly, Ken.”

He withdraw his fingers and lifted himself off of you just enough to where you began scooting backwards higher up the bed but within seconds your ankle had been grabbed and he pulled you swiftly back underneath him, your legs hanging off the bed again, his arms encasing around you to ensure you didn’t go anywhere.

“Need you *here,” he said, untying your robe and opening it up so he could see your beautiful form underneath him, but didn’t want to move off enough to fully take it off you, so the sleeves remained on. You shivered and felt vulnerable this way, somehow still having your robe on but being fully exposed made you feel more naked than you felt when you actually had zero clothing on.

Ken kissed you deeply, gripping under your thighs tightly as he pulled back and stood up. Having him tower over your like this made you feel so small and that excitement rushed over you in an intense wave.

“Now it’s my turn to ruin *you.*” He thrust into you firmly but slowly, the impact making your back arch and you released an incredibly loud moan. He bottomed out within a few seconds, but those seconds were agonizing as you struggled to adjust to his size while your head became dizzy with pleasure. When you returned to reality you heard him groaning in pace with his thrusts, still slow but beyond intense as he would almost pull completely out before pushing in again.

He pulled you down a little farther so your butt was almost hanging off the bed and your hands floated above your head where you gripped the sheets as he started pumping into your faster. He watched your frame reacting to your every moment, your breasts bouncing in time with his thrusts, and became incredibly turned on by the image of you underneath him, at his mercy, your hands above you. He wasn’t sure exactly why that hand position affected him so strongly, but he loved it enough that he was desperate to hold them there. He wrapped your legs around his waist and you held on, completely lost in everything as he leaned over you to hold your wrists together above your head.

You opened your eyes, glazed and pupils blown, to witness him holding your arms hostage, and you wanted to giggle but couldn’t muster the time in between your panting to do so. So he likes the idea of you being restrained a little. Maybe you’d have to play with him later and see if he liked being restrained, too. You wanted to keep playing with that thought in your mind but it got pushed to the back for now as his breathing became louder and seeing him hovering over you, looking such a fucked up mess sent you over the edge, which also immediately caused his climax as well. He fucked you hard as you both chased your release, and his final thrust into you was so intense you felt like you would fall apart.

He helped you back up onto the bed, you facing each other as he repeated last night, wrapping your leg around his waist as his cock “snuggled” back up into you. Was this how after sex was always going to be? Granted, he still hadn’t gone soft yet, but god forbid he try fucking you again just now, you swore you would pass out. You were almost thankful when you saw him stifling a yawn.

You smiled, caressing his cheek. “Are you tired now?”

He nodded sleepily, eyes drooping a little. “Was it good?” He mumbled.

“It was perfect, Ken.”

He smiled and hummed in happiness, resting his forehead into yours, eyes fully closed now, his body relaxing.

“Sleep, my sweet boy.” You kissed his forehead and continued petting him until he fell asleep moments later. You gently untangled yourself from him, covering him up with the comforter, and watched him rest, looking completely content.

The next few days had you on the brink of mild insanity. You had never been fucked this much in your life, especially never with so much care and obsession. Ken literally fucked you any time you would let him. He discovered he *really* liked penetrating you while you were standing with your body pressed against the shower wall, your moans echoing all around him and him having to hold your frame up while you fell apart around him. It was like being completely surrounded by you and he loved how your body became so limp because of him.

He also became more interested in your butt as each day passed, which entertained you as he would massage it or press against your back whenever you would let him. You did it to him in return one day just to see how he reacted and it turned him on so much you had to hold on for dear life as he pushed you down and fucked you into the sofa. He was becoming a little more confident in himself each day, which was leading to what you knew was less about dominance and more about just being desperate and starving for feeling so connected to you, how much he craved feeling pleasured and seeing how well he pleasured you.

He brought up the spanking he had seen in that movie that somehow felt so long ago, you had forgotten he had asked. You were completely silent for awhile, not really sure how to explain that one.

“So, some people, they have sort of ‘kinks.’ Things that really turn them on.” You smiled, wanting to tell him about how he seemed to love being praised and had discovered he liked the idea of bounding your wrists together to dominate you. “Sometimes kinks can be something that on paper seems painful, and it isn’t that it isn’t painful in real life, but something about it gives them pleasure. Makes sex even better for them.”

Ken contemplated this. “So the woman in the movie, getting hit with the belt felt good to her?”

You nodded, for some reason crossing your harms, having that weird vulnerability come back.

He looked at you. “Do you like that?”

Your face turned so red. “I…haven’t tried it.” You felt desperate to not make anything you said sound like that awful 50 Shades series but you also felt embarrassed and weren’t sure why.

Ken spoke very slowly, hands going into his pockets, apparently also feeling shy. “Would you like to try?”

“I’m….not sure.” Your answer was truthful, and the fact that you were considering it surprised you. It had always been your job to get Ken out of his comfort zone but lately it felt like the roles had been reversed, especially now.

“Uhhh,” Ken laughed, looking down to try and cover his nerves. “Well, I don’t have a belt anyway, so.”

“You can also use your hands.” The words were out before you knew it.

Ken looked up, encouraged by your answer, and you realized this was less about pure curiosity and more that he had been thinking about this for awhile and had probably been trying to figure out how to ask you. So this must have turned him on, a lot, considering how small he was feeling based on his body language. “Yeah?”

Now you looked down, and you hated how this felt like an odd first date where neither party was certain what they were comfortable asking the other to do after dinner. You nodded.

Ken took a step closer, feeling out the energy you were giving him. “Is that something….” You saw him pull a hand out of his pocket then stare at it, then at you. Oh he was definitely imagining it now.

“Maybe.” You said, forcing yourself to look up again. “Maybe,” you stepped towards him too, and ran your fingers along his collar on the shirt you had bought him recently. “You can surprise me sometime, and we can find out together.”

Ken held his composure but you saw the excitement in his eyes, and he nodded. “Yeah, okay.” He looked so boyish and you smiled at him.

You both discovered together when the next day you were on your stomach on the floor, trying to retrieve an earring that had fallen underneath the dresser. You heard Ken inhale sharply behind you and you froze, but only because you expected him to be on top of you any second without warning. When he remained standing, you turned, still on your stomach.

His hands were opening and closing, like wanting to touch something but knowing he wasn’t allowed to. You decided to play with him a little.

“Whatcha doing, Ken?”

He startled. “Oh, I…did you lose something.”

“Just an earring.” You smiled at him then turned back to reaching underneath the dresser. You were wearing a button up shirt and some cute undies but nothing else, and you wiggled your ass a little, trying to maintain your giggle.

Ahh, there he is, you thought, as he was on top of you within seconds, his shirt already gone. He was pulling your panties off while kissing the back of your neck.

“Can you..” He pulled on your shirt, and you sat up enough to pull it over your head, after which Ken immediately leaned into you until you were pressed against the floor again. He sat up and began to squeeze your butt, almost kneading it as his excitement grew. You moaned and relaxed into it. Maybe you needed to start having Ken give you massages, you mused, right as your thoughts were cut off by a sharp SMACK.

You jolted and looked back at Ken, who was frozen, your left cheek stinging a little still. He looked terrified, like this desire had gotten the better of him and you hated him and you would make him leave and -

“Ken,” you smiled back at him, then looked at his hand. You felt playful and wanted to see where this would go. “Do it again.”

His eyebrows raised. “You’re…sure?”

“MMhmmmm.” Your voice was almost a purr and you knew Ken loved when you did that. He spanked you again, a little harder, and you moaned but did enjoy the sensation. He waited a second and when you didn’t make him stop, he struck again, harder. You intentionally encouraged him on with the noises you made, and you could practically feel how horny he was even though you weren’t looking at him.

“That’s *so* good, Ken.” He struck again and you giggled, then realized you were suddenly in desperate need to feel him inside you. Each strike made you tense up and you became almost overcome with the need to squeeze around him. “Ken? My love, my incredible boy. I need something.”

“Yeah?” You heard the excitement in his voice as he stopped to hear what you were going to tell him.

“I need you inside me. Feel so tight and need to feel you.”

He was on it in a second, on his stomach as well, raising you up so your chest remained on the floor but your knees held your hips up in the air, and he sucked your clit harshly, causing your knees to buckle a little. He raised himself onto his forearms to hold your hips steady and he devoured you for awhile, always loving your wetness against his mouth as his tongue fucked you. Once he felt you were ready, he pressed his fingers inside of you, allowed your hips to relax on the ground again as he used his other hand to knead your ass. He was circling his fingers inside you and you reveled in feeling *everything* when his hand came down onto your cheek again, sharp and fast.

You cried out, your entire being shuddering at how amazing the sting felt while your muscle gripped his fingers harder than you ever had before. “Ohhh god, oh god, oh god.” You felt little spasms ignite all throughout your groin.

“Is it okay?” Ken asked, concerned.

“It is incredible.” You had never heard yourself growl but your voice sounded pretty near to it. “More, please, more, Ken.”

He continued for awhile, your hips bucking into his fingers as your cheeks became redder. “Ken,” you whined, “need your cock, please. Gonna cum soon.”

“No.” He sped up his fingers a little.

“I…need..”

“You’ll get it when I give it to you.”

Holy fucking…you lost it then, seeing stars, spasming hard and wailing as your hands reached for anything to grip on the bare carpet. Your breathing calming down, you heard Ken unzip his jeans behind you, then open your legs wide, lowering his hips to meet yours as his cock slid all the way into you. You sobbed as his mouth met your ear. “*Now* you get my cock.”

His newfound enjoyment in dominance was incredible but as he pumped himself into you, you realized your sweet, innocent, bashful Ken was becoming a little lost in all the excitement the last couple days, and you grinned to yourself as you made mental notes on exactly how you would turn that back onto him as soon as possible.

For now, you reveled in just letting him take you, his moans right next to your ear absolutely music and when he spanked one of your buttocks hard again you tensed and cried out, causing Ken to gasp loudly when you squeezed around him impossibly tighter. Holy dear fuck. He wanted more of that but needed to make sure you were okay first.

“Was that okay?” He asked between thrusts.

“Mmmhmm.” You were in pure ecstasy.

“Can I do it again?”

“Yes, sweet Ken.” Ken cried out when his next strike was harder and you pussy reacted accordingly.

He wondered how long he could hold out at how deliciously your muscle clenched around his as he began spanking you in time with his thrusts, your butt cheek stinging more than before, and you had the pornographic thought of what if you actually would be sore and it would hurt to sit the rest of the day?

Right when you felt like you might have to ask him to calm down a little, almost unable to breathe between his rough thrusts and strikes, he stopped and pulled out. You were dizzy when he turned you around to face him and pulled you on top of him as his feet were planted on the floor, knees bent, and he sat you on top of him. You sobbed as you sank down onto his cock again, unable to muster the strength to push off with your legs.

Ken knew, and he loved it, he loved watching how you became less and less coherent every time he found a new way to fuck you, and he impaled you on his cock effortlessly as you screamed, your nails raking into his shoulders and chest, and he got lost in how good it felt to be marked by you in this way. His climax nearing, he sat up a little straighter and hugged you close to him, tears stinging your eyes as he kissed them away right before he came, and the hardest he ever had. You spasmed in time with him, Ken shouting your name over and over until you were both spent. It took you both awhile to calm down, your breathing rapid and both of your bodies trembling together.

Once Ken regained his strength, much faster than you, he gently picked you up and carried you to the bed. He snuggled you into him and had a deep desire to take care of you. He knew that was the most intense sex you had experienced together, and he became concerned that maybe he had gone a little too far in his excitement. Maybe he actually got so caught up in his want and how hazy the world was from the moment he entered you that he lost control and overdid it. You let out little moans into his neck while he tenderly held you, ran his fingers through your hair and down your back, giving you the softest of kisses on the top of your head.

“Ken?” You mustered up the energy to softly speak.

“Y/n,” he whispered back, hand caressing your cheek. He was in awe of you. He was also still lost in the anxiety that he might have -

“That was amazing.” You opened your eyes and looked up at him.

He exhaled a little. “You’re okay?”

You nodded, and turned your head to kiss his hand on your face. “It was insane,” you let out a barely audible laugh. Ken smiled then, wanting to hug you tighter but forcing himself to remain gentle.

“You’re staring to become a little *too* dominant,” you teased, pushing his hair out of his face and loving how the sweat he had worked up glistened on his chiseled body.

“Is that bad?” He browned furrowed. God, if you weren’t spent you would literally take him here and now, and remind he what it felt like to be submissive to you, but on an entirely different level than before.

“Not at all, but…” you trailed off for a second, getting lost in those blues eyes, those damn eyes that belonged to this fucking hunk of a man but made your heart melt every time you saw how sensitive he really was, and about how much he truly worshipped you. “Let’s just say I have some things in mind that I’ll be trying on you *very, VERY* soon.”

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My Shadow Follows me (Ch 6)

Zhanshi making noodles and talking with Pigsy.

Pisgy concerned, but hey five stars.

My favorite drawing and the first one done. You can tell I had a lot of fun with this one. Always great to draw Mac even if he their in spirit.

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The Missing Piece

Chapter 2: Strange Feelings

Chapter Summary: Goodneighbor is facing quite some problems but Hancock needs a break. It's hard to concentrate with his mind spiraling back to the woman from the vault.

Wordcount: 2159

Chapter Index:

Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / Ch. 3 / Ch. 4 / Ch. 5 / Ch. 6 / Ch. 7 / Ch. 8 / Ch. 9

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The last week has been a mess.

The group of green skins that have attacked Nick and Blue settled down not far away from Goodneighbor. In fact, they came far too close for Hancock’s liking. He and Fahrenheit spend the last few days working hard on finding a solution. So hard even that John didn’t have time to take one of his little chem breaks every now and then to take off the edge.

His usually blurred mind sobered up over the time and got almost completely clear and sharp and it just wouldn’t shut up. Though being sober isn't something John is unfamiliar with, the sheer chaos in his head had kept him from concentrating. 

Thoughts were racing through his head, bringing past demons back into focus. His mind zoned out constantly, brought him back to diamond city, to the things he did and didn’t do. But the worst part was the anxiety. Out of the blue he’d feel knots tightening in his chest, making it hard to breathe. He’d find himself clenching onto his sofas or desk, his chest heaving. At first he thought it might be some kind of bad tripping or a response to the never ending flood of pictures in his head. But he knows what that feels like and it doesn’t come close to whatever is going on with him now. It’s something he has no idea how to handle.

His nerve-racking arm was just the cherry on the top. Amari couldn’t find what was causing that unpleasant feeling and ended up just injecting Med-X. It did not help in the slightest, but Hancock didn’t bother to tell her. He thanked her for her help with Blue and his arm and quickly left.

“Hancock, what the fuck?” She asks, looking up from the map on the table. John’s face stays unreadable sternly, if she wouldn’t know him as well as she does, she’d find it quite intimidating. “That’s just bullshit! Are you even listening to what I’m saying? We are low on supplies as it is.” She points onto the map. “We can't go in with two teams, the two blocks are still raider territory, we'd have to -"

Needless to say that John’s mood soured quickly over the past few days and Fatenheit is getting sick of it.

“I’ve said two teams and two teams will get sent.” His voice is uncomfortably calm. The guards around the makeshift warrable share uneasy glances. Hancock has been really on edge like he is right now. To call the atmosphere in the room tense would be an understatement. 

Fahrenheit doesn’t care about what he wants. “I won’t send our men on a suicide mission just because these mutants hurt the robots little girlfriend.”

John's knuckles are turning white from the tight grip on the table. “You do as I say.”

“Nope. Know what,  I’m out.” Fahrenheit rounds the table to go for the door. She snips into the air, getting her men moving out of the room. “I am fucking tired of your irrational and stubborn orders. We'll adjourn this whole revenge trip of yours until you get your shit together. Go get your ass to The Third Rail and get wasted or something. It is absolutely impossible to work with you right now!" And with that the woman steps out of the office, leaving Hancock alone in the dim light of a few candles. 

He's furious. How dare she talk to him like that? As much as he treasures their friendship, this woman is crossing lines. At the end of the day, he's the mayor and she's just his right hand. He's in charge and that's something she needs to keep in mind. it's one thing to yell at him when they are private and talking eye to eye, no problem with that. But she has to fucking stay in line when it is business related. Especially with their men around.

Her current disobedience is maddening. And the damn migraine isn't helping either. Or his shaking hands. Or the cold sweet. For fuck sake, withdrawals already? The absolute last thing he wants to do is admitting that Fahrenheit was right. Maybe he really should take a break and drown himself in cheap whisky that  would make humans go blind. Maybe combined with jet, slowing his spinning mind that won't shut up about things he'd rather not think about.

Well, If they are still having jet and whisky, or alcohol in general that is. Their supply line is still cut. Another problem Hancock still has to solve. Maybe the mutants will kill the raiders or the other way around. That would be the easiest way but that again, nothing in the Commonwealth is easy.

Whatever. There is still an untouched 'survival kit' of all kinds of chems in the drawer of the mayor's desk. It definitely won't save his life when his town of criminals and junkies revolt against him for letting them dry down but at least he would be far away in mindless bliss when they paint his office with his guts.

Damn, since when did his thoughts go down such dark roads? John shakes his head, he really needs a break before his thoughts drive him crazy. With a sigh he takes his pack of smokes and leaves for The Third Rail.

When he passes Ham with a nod in greeting and enters the bar, he gets hit by the smell of cheap perfume, booze, smoke and vomit. Home.

The ghouls face cracks a smile when he sees his favorite detective sitting right at the bar, downing a longdrink, that smells exactly like coolant. Hancock takes the chair next to him. "Look who's here. Mind some company, Nicky?"

The synth huffs a laugh and takes a sip from his drink before he answers. "Not at all. And who am I to reject the mayor of Goodneighbor?"

Hancock orders two whiskeys and downs them both in one needy gulp. The liquid slowly burns its way down John's throat. Damn, he really needed that. While savoring the slow burn, he puts the glasses down with a loud clink.

Nick eyes Hancock with a questioning frown. "Ehm. A bit eager, are we?" Charlie refills the glasses without a comment and hovers away to the other guests. 

John pulls out a pack of smokes from his pocket, taking one out and offers Nick one as well. The detective doesn't say no but the frown doesn't leave his face when he takes one.

"Long day in the office." John sighs as he lights up his cigarette before taking a long drag. "How are you doing, Nicky, everyone treating you alright?"

Nick simply nods before he takes another sip. "Yeah, yeah."

John notices the tiredness in the synth's voice. Something is the matter. "So." The ghoul starts. "And what is your excuse for being here? Despite the girls and drinks?" Hancock lets his gaze wander through the bar. All familiar faces are sitting on crates, listening to Magnolia, drinking, fainting. Nothing out of the ordinary. A black haired woman meets his eyes, she smiles at him from under her bangs. Hancock acknowledges her by tipping his hat down a bit before he returns his attention back to his friend who still didn't answer his question.

Nick's eyes are glued at the almost empty glass in his hand while he takes long drags of his cigarette. He looks lost in thought, like he is pouting for whatever reason. "C'mon Nicky, what's bothering you? Everything alright with your vaultie?"

The synth just shakes his head. Eventually he sighs, "No, not really." John feels his stomach drop at that. Were her injuries more severe than they thought, did she catch an infection? All kinds of scenarios are floating around in his head. Nick takes another drag, "But I guess the Doc already told you." 

Actually she didn't. John hasn’t talked to her since Nick and Blue came into town. His arm did really go on his nerves, but he didn’t want to bother Amari with it again. He figured it might be part of his ghoulification. Losing some parts other than the nose and ears is normal, usually a toe or two. To lose whole limbs is possible but it's  very, very rare. Definitely not something John would be looking forward to but in the end he knew what he got himself into when he made his decision to become one. 

Also the last days were very stressful.  He was so occupied with his arm and the super mutants, he simply forgot to ask the doc about the woman from a vault. 

Which is a total lie.

John found his mind taking him back to the night where Nick and Blue stumbled through the gates ever so often. But lying to himself is easier than facing his worries for a person he barely met. Or the strange clenching of his guts whenever he memorized Blue’s wound and the sheer amount of blood all over her suit and Nick.

John tears his mind away from the memory, "Haven't spoken to her since you two came here. What's wrong?"

The vague answer only adds to the uneasy feeling in Hancock guts. "Care to be a bit more precise?"

Nick just sighs. “A lot.”

"She… well, let's say she's been through a lot and it shows - mentally."

Now that just piques John's curiosity. "What do you mean?"

"You know I don't talk about running investigations, Hancock."

So Blue is an actual client of his. Why the hell would somebody from a vault leave one of the safetes places in the Commonwealth behind to ask a synth detective for help? John hits the synth on his shoulder lightly. "Come on now, Nick. Don't leave me hanging here like that."

Nick puts out his cigarette in an ashtray before looking up to answer. "She's in the Rexford. Talk to her if you want to know more about her story, it's not my place to tell."

Hancock just rolls with his eyes. Of course he could just do that but if he’s honest to himself, her private matters are none of his business. Sure, he could defend himself by playing the 'I'm the mayor of the town and saved your life' card but that's not his style. And technically did Amari save her life - He just stabbed Finn out of the way.

John cringes internally at that. Damn, shes a fucking vaultie after all, her people are not used to the harsh reality outside their giant metal doors. Hell, she even most likely never saw a ghoul before. What  must she be thinking of him-

"Good evening, mayor Hancock."

The soft voice behind the men makes them turn their heads towards the source of it. It’s the black haired girl from the table on the other side of the bar.

"Good evening yourself-" John knows her, he is certain of it but what's her name again? Mindy? Suzi? "Pretty." Or just go with harmless, flattering pet names. A method that proved to be very sufficient over the years. The woman gives him a bright smile in response. "What can I do for you?" John asks even though he already knows what she's up to.

She bites her lower lip playfully, all of the sudden acting shy. "Well, I wondered if you'd like to have some company later, you know?”

Yeah, just like John thought. Nick looks at him with a knowing smile on his face but doesn't say anything. The ghoul considers her invention for a moment. The main dilemma for the last few years, ever since he became mayor of Goodneighbor - Sex or drugs. 

Both at the same time can be fun, too. But the possibility of passing out during a one night stand, being that vulnerable around a person who is just interested in his caps or chems, or just has a weird ghoul fetish, that's stuff nightmares are made of. At least his. So no, both are not an option.

"You can have him." Nick says nonchalantly as he stands up from his chair. "I've finished my drink anyway and I have a client to take care of." 

Jealousy hits John like a bolt of lightning. A feeling he didn't have in a very long time. It's so sudden and without warning, it takes him off guard. He tries not to read too much into that and turns his attention back to Trudy. Or Ruby? The woman takes Nick's seat immediately even though John hasn't answered yet. With a sigh on the remaining of his lips he just gives in. No drugs tonight then. But before Nick is out of earshot, John calls after him. There is one burning question he needs an answer for. "Nick! Blue ain't her real name, is it?"

The synth waves at him as he makes his way to the exit. "It's not."

Chapter Index:

Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / Ch. 3 / Ch. 4 / Ch. 5 / Ch. 6 / Ch. 7 / Ch. 8 / Ch. 9

Masterlist

Taglist: @loverofclones / @squeakythedragon / @martinys-world / @id-rather-be-in-middle-earth

[andyfire122]

Star gazing remebrence

(I was gonna post this on A03 since I'm getting back into the swing of things but my computer issues...eh. Also A03 having issues rn. So Zam belongs to @esthyradler )

Zam just laid down on that hill for a while. Wasn't for any particular reason. The stars looked great that night. Before, the stars just made him miss a lot of things he lost when coming to Earth. Though recently it just brings new meaning.

Not only is Zim alive after all, but Miyuki is here. He probably should be freaking out more, but something about the view tonight was strangely calming.

Zim doesn't even hate me after he found out. Though, I should be worried about Miyuki. I'm just not right now for some reason. Still seems so unreal to find out she is the same one. Well, not the same. I doubt any of us are who we used to be.

It's been a few days since Zim just told him that the teacher who came was the same Miyuki from Irk. Thinking on it, that explains why she is so familiar.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Speaking of the lady herself there was Miyuki. Just standing there looking down from where he was stargazing. Nromally Zam would be a bit startled, considering she's been following him around more. Just tonight his nerves were giving him a welcome break.

He smiles. “Nothing, just enjoying a clear night.”

Stargazing was something he wasn't planning on giving up. No matter what the universe had been throwing at him lat

ely.

"You will be sooner robbed than anything else. Get up before you catch a cold." She scoffs. For a second he could almost see his old friend in that gaze.

Suppose it takes a lot of effort to stay mad like that. If I could change then maybe there is a chance.

Zam just gives a nervous laugh. "Well, not like I have anything interesting on me. Kinda worth it when you look at that." He gestures to the night sky.

As much as humans have polluted the planet, sometimes you get nights like these where the stars are the clearest. Like all his worries could just stay there in the stars.

It is quite clear tonight. I wonder if Zim has done something concerning the pollution?

"Sounds like a waste of time or just a way to not do any work tonight." And still, she sits down right night to him.

Zam just gives her a look before going back to look at the stars. “Yet you sat down with me.”

“Someone has to drag you when you pass out from the cold.” She scoffs but she is also looking at the stars.

Come to think of it, we did do something similar to this when we were Smeets. Guess it's the little things that stay the same. I don't think I mind so much.

Zam smiles softly at this moment. Tomorrow, it will be back to learning what to do about her or just working so she doesn't try to kill him when she finds out. Tonight, just two people sitting down for a breather.

I bet she hasn't had a real break in ages. Well, we can just call this another one of Earth's gifts then.

“Whatever you say, Miyuki.”

[im-1hater]

NoCo fic!

erm- while I got grounded and got my phone and tablet taken away I made this Noco fic on my school laptop it's only one chapter so far. also try not to give me too many nof since my mom can see them on my phone 🥲(ignore my computer emojis).

[writerinthedark21]

“My own scarlet fever, my sweet believer” Masterlist

Summary: The year is 1978. Corroded coffin is the biggest band in the rock/metal scene. Eddie munson is living the dream. Scarlet Vespera just found her way onto the music scene. Just started to shine under the spotlight. What happens when these two are thrown into the same studio?

Warnings: Enemies to lovers (sorta), Angst, fluff, a little bit of ooc for Eddie might abandon at some point.

She’s gonna ruin me - Part 1

Why can’t you just admit it to me?- Part 2

Be still my foolish heart - part 3

[pocketofpencils]

Chapters: 12/? Fandom: Happy Valley (TV), Last Tango In Halifax, Collateral (TV 2018) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Catherine Cawood/Jane Oliver, Gillian Greenwood/Caroline McKenzie-Dawson Characters: Catherine Cawood, Caroline McKenzie-Dawson, Gillian Greenwood, Jane Oliver, Joyce, Alison Garrs Additional Tags: Angst and Humor, Exorcisms, it will make sense later lol, shrug Summary:

A copper, a farmer, and a vicar walk into a barn...

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[changelingspawn]

NEW CHAPTER !!

I really hope yall enjoy this !! it was quite the process to write and i'd love to hear all of your thoughts

[nny11writes]

Scorpia has a plan, it's simple but effective. Keep her new friend alive at all costs. All costs.

[siriuslystargazing]

Eventide Chapter 3 teaser

i thought i could give you all something to look forward to because its all about to kick off :) chapter will be posted later on tonight BST :)

But it was Sirus who was pushing Remus into the wall. And it was Remus who was moaning as their lips crashed together in a passionate, angry kiss.  Sirius hoisted Remus onto the railings taking the pressure off his hip, a courtesy, it seemed. They were both fucked. Both obsessed. Remus couldn't get enough of the kiss; his hands shot up to Sirius's hair. He pulled it, breaking them apart for that much-needed air.  Sirius woke up first this time. He pulled away, letting Remus's arms drop to his shoulders. Sirius licked his lips, testing the faint twang of the last cigarette Remus smoked, smirking at the anger on Remus's face as he tilted his head. Is he angry at me or angry that he let himself get kissed again? “What? Don't want to bite me again, weirdo? Remus bared his teeth in a grin, dropping his arms and pushing Sirius away. “You're not going to let this go, are you?” “No,” Remus growled. Sirius smirked, turning away.  “Well, I hope you enjoy disappointment.” Sirius walks towards the direction of Effies office “Then why did you save me!” Remus called out, but Sirius just shrugged, leaving him.

Read it here!

[tumbleweed-palmer]

 “i thought you’d at least ask me to be your valentine…” “we’ve been together for three years, i thought that was a given.” for our boy jimmy??

A Valentine's Misunderstanding

If anyone asked her she would quickly exclaim that James “Jimmy” Palmer was the world’s best boyfriend. He was the sweetest, most empathetic, intelligent, and funniest man she’d ever had the privilege of meeting not to mention dating.

Perhaps it was because of these things that today had been so disappointing for Y/N.

She’d always seen her boyfriend as being a romantic. Jimmy was a hopeless romantic and Valentine’s Day was for hopeless romantics.

It wasn’t as though Jimmy had ignored her today. In fact he’d been nothing but sweet to her. He’d just not said the words, the words she’d been waiting for, the words that would acknowledge that today was a special day.

She’d been waiting expectantly for those special words since their alarms had gone off this morning.

When he hadn’t woken her up with a kiss as well as the acknowledgement that today was Valentine’s Day, she’d not put too much thought into it.

After all, they'd been woken up with individual chimes on their cell phones notifying them of a case and the desperate need to leave their apartment quickly.

She’d thought that they were just so caught up in getting out the door and to NCIS headquarters, that they hadn’t had the chance to really say the words.

As the day had gone on Jimmy had continued to fail to acknowledge that today was unlike any other day.

Yes, he’d clearly at least made some small effort. Flowers had arrived for her down in the lab. It had been a substantial flower arrangement in a nice vase. She’d searched excitedly through the pink roses and stark white baby breath searching for a card.

She’d felt her heart sink with disappointment. She’d felt an uneasy pit fill up her gut as she’d spotted that the card included with the bouquet was a plain white card. The words written on it had been simple: “I love you, Love Jimmy.”

Though the message was sweet, she’d still felt disappointed that there hadn’t been much effort beyond this.

She’d tried hard not to let the disappointment be so evident on her face instead trying to remain cheerful as Abby had admired the pretty bouquet that her lab assistant had received.

Y/N felt awful for being so disappointed. A little voice in the back of her head told her she was being immature. She was a grown woman. She didn’t need chocolates, candy hearts, teddy bears, and Valentine’s Day cards.

The voice insisted that Valentine’s Day was so commercialized. Jimmy did plenty of things to express his love for her the other 364 days of the year. She was childish for expecting some big huge fawning attention just because society said that today was the day of love.

A louder voice in her brain though pointed out that Jimmy had never failed to make Valentine’s Day special before.

Their first year dating he’d gone all out for her. He’d bought her the biggest white teddy bear she’d ever received from anyone and had included a bouquet of a dozen daisies to celebrate. She’d in turn baked him a heart shaped cake knowing Jimmy Palmer had a sweet tooth and he was a big fan of her baked goods.

The last second Valentine’s Day they’d had together he’d continued to put a ton of effort into it. He’d paid to have a vintage reproduction of a Valentine’s card from the 1920s made for her because he knew she loved vintage Valentines and vintage things in general. He’d also bought her roses and a box of chocolates. She’d in turn given him a warm scarf that she’d knitted knowing he’d love it in the winter months and had baked him handmade apple strudels knowing he had a soft spot for pastries.

This year she’d been expecting another romantic gesture. She’d prepped for his gift. She’d bought him an expensive pair of cordless headphones knowing he’d like them on the days she couldn’t be his gym buddy. She’d wanted to present to him tonight. She’d even gone to a specialty bakery because she’d planned on making him Creme Brulee and had wanted to use authentic high-dollar ingredients. 

The day had worn on and on with no sign that Jimmy was going to do his usual attempt at making today special.

He’d not even acknowledged her today to be honest. She wanted to excuse his lack of presence. He usually visited her at least once a day in the lab. She’d tried to tell herself he was just busy with the case, but they’d been busy before and he still made time for her.

She’d even made her way to Autopsy to pay him a casual visit but had felt her heart sink when Dr. Mallard had told her that Jimmy had stepped out on an important errand for Dr. Mallard and wouldn’t be back for a few hours at the very least.

She’d gone back to the lab questioning why he hadn’t at least swung by the lab to alert her of his apparent errand. He usually seemed so desperate to find any reason or excuse to drop by the lab. Why did it feel like he was avoiding her?

The feeling she was being avoided increased during her lunch break when she'd stopped by Autopsy again only to find that according to Dr. Mallard Jimmy was still away taking care of some tasks for him.

A little insecure voice in the back of her brain told her that perhaps his lack of enthusiasm today and his obvious avoidance of her was a sign that he was possibly losing interest in her…perhaps the honeymoon phase of their relationship was over?

She began to search her brain for any signs he may have given that he was unhappy with their relationship.

She couldn’t think of any sign that he was unhappy or unsatisfied. They’d moved through their lives as usual. They shared lunches at work. They made dinner together. They made love multiple times a week. They spent their weekends doing fun things together. They even went to the gym together.

There had been zero indication that he was unhappy with their relationship.

If he was so happy though then why was he clearly avoiding doing anything for her for Valentine’s day other than a generic bouquet of roses? Why was he seemingly avoiding her today?

The sense that he was avoiding her only grew as the day had gone on. He’d not even come to the lab to deliver blood, urine, or tissue samples. Instead Abby had been called down to Autopsy by Dr. Mallard to retrieve any items for testing.

Y/N had tried not to let her heart sink and to ignore the look of confusion that washed over Abby’s face at the unusual request from Dr. Mallard.

Y/N tried not to allow her heart to sink any further every time she heard the tell-tale sound of the automatic doors opening in the lab and looked up to see it was not her absentee boyfriend.

Something wasn’t right, and she couldn’t quite get to the bottom of it. 

This was totally out of character for Jimmy. His sudden change in character made Y/N feel uneasy.

As the day had progressed she’d gone from feeling anxious, to feeling disappointed, to feeling despair, to feeling frankly kind of pissed off.

Her emotions felt like a big jumbled mess. It was like they were wires all tangled up and twisted in her head.

By the time the end of the day had come Y/N was left once again trapped in a feeling of despair and disappointment.

Given Jimmy’s absence and odd behavior today Y/N had almost expected him not to show up at the lab when it was time to go home for the day.

She knew it was a silly thought, after all they drove in together to work this morning just as always. Still though, with how strange and out of character he’d been today she was almost sure he’d continue to avoid her.

She found herself having little desire to take her vase of roses home with her, but she decided against being petty and leaving them to die alone in the lab.

She kept her lips sealed ignoring Jimmy’s greeting and his goodbyes to Abby.

She’d not found herself leaning into him as he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

If Jimmy had taken notice of her sullen behavior he’d not said it busily chatting to her about his busy day.

She found the noise became white noise.

She chewed at the inside of her cheek resisting the urge to snap at him exactly why she was in such a mood.

It wasn’t that she expected to be showered with gifts…she wasn’t that materialistic. Yes, she was aware he’d gone over the top the past two years with the celebrations. She didn’t need anything fancy.

Really she just wanted some acknowledgement of what day it was. 

She would have been perfectly happy with the flowers if the card that had come along with the flowers had at least some acknowledgement that it was Valentine’s Day. She would have been delighted with any sign of affection and any real acknowledgement that today wasn’t just another day of the week.

She was so disappointed with how the day had gone. It felt like her boyfriend had essentially avoided her on the most romantic day of the year.

She found she had two conflicting voices in her head. One voice told her to quit being so ungrateful and be happy her boyfriend had at least sent her roses. The other voice told her that the roses didn’t mean as much if it honestly felt like he avoided her all day long and didn’t actually acknowledge why today was special.

She wordlessly let Jimmy open her passenger’s door for her just as he always did. It was something she’d always found charming about him. He always insisted on opening doors for her.

She didn’t acknowledge him until they both sat in his car and he spoke seemingly clueless about what was clearly upsetting her. “Are you okay? You seem quiet.”

She bit the inside of her cheek wanting to snap at him. She was tempted to ask him if he really was acknowledging her being upset for the first time all day. He'd know she was upset far sooner had he not avoided her all day. She wanted to remark that he should know exactly what was going on.

She took a deep breath trying to at least approach the conversation with care. “What’s today?”

Jimmy furrowed his brow quick to reply. “February 14th.”

Y/N cringed hating to admit she’d almost been hopeful he’d perhaps forgotten just what today was. She could forgive him if he’d simply forgotten that today is Valentine’s Day.

Jimmy spoke again the words slipping from his lips before he could stop himself. “I sent roses.”

Y/N’s mood quickly shifted from the anger she felt bubbling up in her to a feeling of guilt mixed with utter sorrow. She felt the words escape her lips. “You’ve been avoiding me all day. I know you were running an errand for Ducky, but you haven’t stopped by the lab even once today. You at least could have come by real quick on your way to Dr. Mallard’s errand and acknowledged what today is.”

She spoke again sniffling, unable to stop the tears. She frantically wiped her eyes fast to speak ashamed that she was even crying. That mean voice in the back of her head told her she was being a brat. “I just…you always make a big deal out of Valentine’s Day. It feels like  you forgot. I know you gave me roses, but it just wasn’t the same. I feel so stupid for being so upset. I feel like I’m being so high maintenance. I mean, you bought me roses which is more than some guys I’ve dated have done for me on Valentine’s Day. I just felt like something was up today and you seemed so out of character today. I got in my head and started worrying that maybe you are unhappy with our relationship. I…I worried that maybe the honeymoon is over. I mean, why else would you be so off today.”

Jimmy cringed, his stomach dropping. Today hadn’t gone how he’d planned. He’d made a huge mess. He’d got so caught up that he’d made his girlfriend feel like he didn’t value her and didn’t enjoy their relationship.

He took a deep breath reaching out and taking her hand in his, giving it a squeeze. “You aren’t stupid and you’re far from high maintenance. I may have done a lot of things to show you I adore you but you do the same amount for me. I promise you I’m not unhappy with the relationship. I swear I wasn’t avoiding you today”.

He paused, taking another deep breath before speaking. “Do you trust me?”

She furrowed her brow, unable to verbally express herself; she still so worked up from being so upset. She only managed to nod her head frantically

Jimmy gave her hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it. He started the car mentally beating himself for not going about this a different way. He’d made a huge mess and he had to hope she’d understand things soon enough.

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The drive hadn’t taken long and thankfully Y/N had felt her tears dry. The feeling of shame hadn’t dissipated though.

That mean little voice in the back of her head still insisted that she was behaving like an entitled brat.

She felt her stomach churn as they arrived at the last place she’d expected. She stared up at Dr. Mallard’s house feeling totally lost as to why they were here?

She remained confused as Jimmy hopped out of the car moving frantically to make it over to her side of the car.

She unfastened her seatbelt allowing Jimmy to take her hand. She followed along behind him, feeling a little ridiculous as she realized she was still holding the vase of roses. It felt too awkward to turn back to place the roses in the car now.

She frowned as they rounded the corner not heading for Dr. Mallard’s front door but instead heading to the gate leading to his fenced in backyard.

She stood aside as Jimmy released her hand digging through his coat pockets a little triumphant noise leaving him as he finally located a key.

He unlocked the gate taking her hand in his once again leading her into the backyard.

She could distinctly hear Dr. Mallard’s mother’s corgis barking somewhere within the house. She furrowed her brow hoping that Dr. Mallard’s mother wasn’t awake or around. The woman had memory issues and would most likely freak out if she saw two “strangers” in the backyard.

Y/N widened her eyes stunned as they entered the backyard she was not expecting to walk into this.

Dr. Mallard had built a patio the year before he wanting to have a place to sit and watch his mother as she gardened, a hobby she refused to give up despite her poor joints making it difficult. 

The patio was nicely built. Dr. Mallard had invested money to have it close to the back door and had invested the money in placing wooden arches near the patio giving it a cozy feel without totally obscuring the backyard from view. The rose bushes that had been planted around the patio gave it a pleasant scent. The backyard was nicely shaded with plenty of oak and maple trees. 

She’d always envied Dr. Mallard’s backyard given Jimmy’s and her lack of yard space given the apartment they were renting. 

She could remember Dr. Mallard was proud enough of the patio to invite Jimmy and her over for dinner to see it.

The patio looked far different than it had when she’d seen it last. 

Delicate looking christmas lights had been hung from the wooden archways giving the area a pleasant glow.

Paper lanterns had been hung, all in soft pinks and reds. A cozy little patio table had been decorated with a red tablecloth being placed over it to make it a little more fancy than she’d expected. On the patio table little battery powered LED candles had given the space a romantic glow. Farthing the romantic aesthetic, a bottle of wine had been placed on the table as well as nice looking dishware.

She stared up at Jimmy speechless as he spoke. “I wanted to surprise you. I was trying to be secretive. I couldn’t think of a better excuse than me running errands for Dr. Mallard…Dr. Mallard was in on my plan. His mother and he are due to drive out and visit a family friend tonight. I wanted to use his backyard despite the cold. I wanted to recreate our first date…the chinese food place we ate…I arranged for there to be a delivery tonight.  Dr. Mallard was kind enough to offer me full use of his dining room so we could at least eat inside…I wanted to start the evening out here first. I thought we could start with some wine and then go in and eat before I gave you the other surprise I was planning.  I wanted to draw this out, but now I’m realizing my lack of foresight to see you most likely would misinterpret how I was behaving today. I was trying to surprise you and made you think I didn’t want to make today special. I know you haven’t always had boyfriends make a big deal out of things that are important to you. You told me you’ve always been sentimental and it hurts your feelings when people that are supposed to care about you don’t acknowledge things that mean a lot to you.”

She felt her tears well up at a loss for words, guilt filling her to the brim.

She didn’t have much time to focus on the guilt as Jimmy did something else she had not been anticipating.

She stared down at him, her eyes growing wide as he dropped down to one knee reaching into his coat pocket pulling out the last thing she’d expected to see.

He stared up at her, the red velvet box in his hand not opening it as he spoke. “I planned on waiting until the end of the night to do this…I think that it’s important that I skip ahead a little though”.

He paused, clearing his throat, his cheeks flushing. “I hope I can remember everything I want to say. I’ve practiced this in my head a dozen times for months now…It’s hard to verbalize how I feel. I’ve always been expressive about my emotions, but I think with you the emotions are just too overpowering that sometimes I’m left unable to speak. That’s new for me…I think we both know how much I can talk.”

She felt the laugh leave her despite the astonishment she was still grappling with.

He spoke again fast to say it. “That’s something I love about you, your laugh. It was the first thing I noticed about you. I walked into the lab and you were laughing with Abby. When I found out Abby had hired an assistant I wasn’t sure what to expect. I didn’t expect to walk into Abby’s lab and fall in love at first sight though. I can still remember how stunned I was when you asked me on a date. I was usually brave enough to make a move on a pretty girl, but I was afraid you’d be turned off by an attempt at an office romance…plus I was kind of accustomed to some people being turned off from my job. I never expected you to ask me to dinner and a movie. I remember I was so speechless and you took it the wrong way. You apologized and were about to walk away when I snapped out of it and had to apologize and reassure you that I did want to go on a date. I’ll forever be grateful for Chinese food and that bad comedy movie we went to because it was the start of something beautiful.”

He swallowed a lump in his throat trying to sort out his racing thoughts and say what he needed to. “I love you. It’s been three beautiful years and I want more. I want more beautiful  years. When I think about my perfect future, you’re the first thing I think about. So, I’m asking you to be a part of my future…our future. Will you marry me?”

Y/N only managed to frantically nod her head, the words becoming jumbled in her throat. She took a deep shaky breath, the tears falling from her eyes no longer evidence of sorrow. “Yes, I will. I’ll marry you.”

He released a breath he hadn’t been aware he was even holding as he opened the box, slipping the simple diamond ring on her finger delicately stopping her from dropping the bouquet of roses she was clutching.

He stood up, managing to press his lips to hers, his arms encircling her waist.

They kissed for a long while, her hand pressing to his cheek she awkwardly holding the vase of roses in her free hand.

They finally parted their kiss Y/N speaking, shaking her head. “I still feel so embarrassed…I just got caught up in my head.”

“You shouldn’t…trust me. You already know how bad my anxiety can be. I know what it’s like to have your brain feed you the worst possible scenarios.” Jimmy insisted.

He pressed a kiss to her cheek, unable to stop himself from asking. “Did I fix Valentine’s Day?”

She was unable to stop the response from leaving her. “I don’t know…”

She paused her words holding a teasing playful tone. “I thought you’d at least ask me to be your Valentine.”

Jimmy snorted at this playing along. “We’ve been together three years, I thought that was a given.”

She rolled her eyes, giving his shoulder a playful shove. “Do you want to get laid later or not?”

He felt his cheeks flush pressing a kiss to her temple. “I would hope so.”

He pressed a kiss to her lips, the teasing tone still in his voice. “Even if I don’t, you’re still my fiancee”.

She smiled at the words she finally placed the bouquet of roses on the patio table beside the bottle of wine.

She turned to embrace him, the words leaving her. “You know you’re going to have to really figure out how to top this, next Valentine’s Day.”

“I’m sure I can figure something out.” Jimmy insisted the comment putting a smile on both of their faces.

She allowed his lips to meet hers, not helping but to think that this was turning out to be the best Valentine’s Day ever. She had to wonder just how he would top this?

[tinychibigraffie]

“Ahh Hello Lamb, Found some strange “Follower Forms” But some info is missing due to “Spoilers” whatever that is. I’m giving all three for a discount”

Titanium AU Special OCs

Bunn: (No Pronouns)

A cream colored bunny, Is a covert disinters and hates Lambert because Bunn is the only smart one to see that Lambert is a murder. [Error Code: Spoilers] . Bunn joined Midas to help him make Lambert ``his” by killing Sozo but [Error Code: Spoilers]  

Yampa: (They/She)

A golden retriever who had a fascination for Lambert. Yampa wanted to be closer to Lambert, to try to win his affection but Jooty and Narinder were always in the way. Yampa thought it would be a good idea to get close to them and Yampa would be that much closer to Lambert. Jooty took Yampa under her wing. Jooty taught Yampa combat and had their back in cult squabbles. Yampa had a deep resentment for Sozo. Yampa [Error Code: Spoilers]. Falls prey to Bunn.

Micha: (He/him)

 A battle scarred an older panda bear who had a Norse accent named Micha. Micha spent his days in the field with Narider. He would also cover for “Cat Boss” when he was out with his “Lady Love' '. Some of the followers saw his nicknames for everyone disrespectful but they kept their muzzle shut when Lambert didn’t mind being called “Lamb boss” and those flowers grew out of that feeling of disrespectfulness and started to adore Micha. Micha also helps watch the kids sometimes. The kids always respected Micha because “He is so cool!” He always respectfully turned down all the offers of a date from male, female, and everyone in between. Micha was approved by Lambert to [Error Code: Spoilers]. 

“Seems these three have something to hide… But only one has a good reason for having secrets”

Jooty and “Lover’s Fable” belongs to @cosmica-candy

[whistlemist]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel & Jack Kline, Lucifer & Sam Winchester Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Jack Kline, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Lucifer (Supernatural), Adam Milligan Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Angel/Human Relationships, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Dysfunctional Family, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Adam Milligan is Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester's Half-Sibling, Sam Winchester's Demonic Powers, Lost in another world, Sam Winchester is So Done with Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester is Bad at Feelings, They had a fight, But when do they not?, Enemies to Friends, Alternate Universe - Angels & Demons Summary:

Jack went to save Castiel from the Empty.

In an attempt to get them out safely, they fell into a world that was left unscripted. Where Chuck lost the reigns only a couple of years and into Winchester's Supernatural Series. Trapped there with Wings unable to release Jack and Castiel have to find a way home while dealing with the two brothers who had a falling out.

Castiel must keep Jack safe, get them home, and see Dean once again.

[trashyinfernomusic]

AAAAAAND WE’RE BACK! HEAVILY EDITED AND REWRITTEN (But still featuring baseball, drip coffee, and buddie.)

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Type-A-Thon rolls his eyes – rolls his eyes! – and holds up the phone, shaking it for emphasis as his mouth falls into a thinly pressed line. Eddie finally gives in and lets his gaze drop to the brightly lit screen in front of him.

   DEAF  

Eddie blinks, his eyes rising to meet the man’s amused gaze. The man turns his head slightly, just enough to expose his ear, and it takes Eddie less than a second to realize that the “Airpods” aren’t actually Airpods.

The man has hearing aids.

It’s right then that Eddie almost wishes those bullets had done their job in Afghanistan.

Nice going, Diaz, he thinks dryly. He can almost hear Abuela’s tutting in his ears as he mouths, “Sorry.” The man just shrugs and smiles that adorably shy smile at him again.

Dios, he’s screwed.

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Or, the one where Eddie is a barista, Buck is his new favorite customer, and the 118 is way too nosy for their own good.

[snailsandpuppy-dogtails]

Noticing a typo IN THE TITLE of a fic that's been posted for a year. A year. ☠️

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What happened on saturday?-

Pt. 3

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Rodrick had been doing everything in his power to avoid Gina and not because he hated her or anything, quite the opposite.

He could barely control himself whenever she was around him. The way her vanilla scented perfume filled his senses drove him wild. 

And with everything that happened on saturday the thought of going to math class on thursday made him feel like he was going to throw up any minute now. 

If only he had taken the time to listen to not so quiet whispers he would've been more prepared for not seeing Gina in class.

After class officially started that’s when worry really started to set in. He pulled out his phone and texted her a simple “Hey it’s rodrick did you come to school today?”.

He waited almost 20 minutes before checking his phone to find a simple “yeah” as Gina’s response.

Weird he commented to himself not understanding why she sounded uninterested compared to how happy she usually sounds whenever they text. 

Still he wasted no time sending his response. 

“Could you meet me in the library during lunch we really need to talk?” 

He checked for a reply every minute to find not a single one.

Before Rodrick knew it class had already ended and the bell for lunch had already rang.

He threw everything in his backpack and raced down to the library. 

He waited in the library for about ten minutes before letting out a sigh of relief seeing Gina walk through the door.

Before he could even get a word out she walked right past him towards the last aisle of books.

With a confused and uneasy feeling he followed after her. Without question he knew he’d always follow Gina. 

When he found her with her arms crossed over her chest and with a dejected look on her face a new sense of nerves and confusion washed over Rodrick. 

She wouldn’t even look up at him until he started talking. 

“I’m sorry about saturday and avoiding you for the past couple days...I just I really like you and-”

Before he could finish Gina slapped him across the face.

“What the hell is wrong with you Rodrick? Why would you say that about me?” Gina asked confusing Rodrick beyond belief. 

“Gina what are you talking about I didn’t say anything” Rodrick almost yelled as  he held the side of his face Gina had slapped.

“Oh really then why does everybody think I gave you “special” help on saturday?” Gina asked rage filling her voice.

Rodrick couldn’t believe the words coming out of Gina’s mouth right now.

“Gina I promise you I didn’t say anything” 

“Then how does everyone know that I was at your house saturday?” Gina ask as tears start to well up.

“I...I don’t know Gina....I really didn’t tell anyone...please don’t cry I’m gonna fix this...”

He tries to pull her in for a hug but she just pushes him away as she wipes away her tears.

“I don’t want to see or talk to you again...” Gina says quietly before walking out of the library leaving Rodrick heartbroken. 

How did that just happen he questioned all throughout the day. He couldn’t even focus when practicing with his band. Gina being the only thing on his mind. 

Chris was getting fed up and finally let Rodrick have it.

“RODRICK are you even trying right now? or are you to focused on your little girlfriend?” 

“What’d you say?” Rodrick asked a sense of anger passed through his voice at the mention of Gina. 

“Calm down dude...you’ve just been distracted ever since your little “study sension” with Gina” Chris said putting air quotes around study sension making Rodrick even more upset than before.

“Look nothing happened between Me and Gina okay? She just helped me with math homework so drop it” Rodrick said trying not to yell at his friends.

“That’s not what Greg said...” Ward let’s out quietly. 

Rodrick’s brain short circuits hearing that. It was official. Rodrick was going to kill his brother. 

“What did Greg say?”

Dread seeped into Rodrick’s friend’s at the question. 

“All he said is that it looked like you two got caught doing some things you two shouldn’t have done...”

Rodrick could only see red at Chris words.

“And how did that get to everyone else at our school?” Rodrick asked as the boys put their heads down. 

“We were talking about it and just joking and I guess someone overheard....” Ward let out.

“Look we were just joking we didn’t think anyone would take us seriously-”

“oh and you didn’t take all the other rumors you guys heard about Gina seriously?” Rodrick asks making the two go silent. 

As silence settled between the three Rodrick knew he couldn’t waste another minute not talking to Gina.

“Look we can all talk later but I have to go explain what really happened to Gina, AND you two have to go fix this shit”.

Rodrick was seriously reconsidering being best friends with Chris and Ward as he watched them walk out of the garage they practice in. 

He didn’t know how but the the only plan Rodrick had was finding her house and trying to apologize to her. 

Big problem he had zero clue where her house is and it was getting dark, fast. 

He had one chance and he was not gonna waste it.

Rodrick was gonna knock on every door until he found Gina’s house. It was stupid and would most likely fail but it was his only option at the moment. 

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