#she instantly had the right idea about abby

[laurasbailey]

you can’t ever underestimate how good of an actor laura bailey is especially when you remember that the abby audition for tlou2 was literally the joel scene and she nailed it so hard that neil druckmann was like ‘well fuck, it’s her’

[luvs4jhutch]

Night calls.

Fanfic type: Smut One Shot

Word count: 1.2k+

Pairing: Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. calling names (baby, sweetheart), dirty talk, no penetration, jerking off and fingering. (I'M BAD AT WRITING ENDINGS).

Summary: You find yourself alone in bed, yearning for more attention from your partner, Mike, who works night shifts and is often too exhausted for intimacy. In your need you decide to call him and express your desires.

"Good night, kiddo," you said to Abby before turning off the light in her room. “Sleep tight” you added, and she returned a smile and a whispered “Goodnight.” You left, closing the door behind you, and headed to Mike's empty room. You turned the light on and fell into bed. Due to his night work, Mike had almost no time for you because when he returned from his shift, the only thing he wanted and needed was to sleep. And, of course you understood. The poor man had to stay up all night… but you wouldn't be lying if you said you needed more than just the kiss and hug that Mike gave you when he came back from that hellish job.

As you lay in bed, your mind racing with thoughts of need and desire and the lack of attention from Mike. You begin to fantasize about him, and you couldn't help but start to touch yourself. Your heart races as you imagine him kissing every part of your body. The more you think about it, the more you need it. You moan softly at your own touch, your fingers finding the spot that sends shivers down your spine. You need more; you need him. As you continue to touch yourself, you begin to massage your breasts, your hard nipples standing at attention against your palms.

Your need intensifies, and you close your eyes, imagining Mike's voice moaning and whimpering in pleasure. The sound of satisfaction that only he could provide. You need to hear those noises and feel him moving beneath you. And out of nowhere, an idea forms in your mind. You've never done anything like this before, but you need Mike's voice and his moans of desire.

"Should I call him?…" you ask to yourself, hesitating for a moment before picking up the phone. Your heart races as you dial Mike's work number, your fingers trembling slightly. He picks up with a "Hello?" through the phone line and you can't help but whimper his name.

You take a deep breath, your body tense with anticipation. "Mike," you whisper into the phone, voice shaky and needy, "I need you… I can't take it anymore." Your words are laced with desire, your voice shaking slightly. You need him; you need him to feel what you're feeling right now. You need him to know how empty you feel without him.

Mike is alone in his office, trying to focus on work but finding it increasingly difficult with your moans and pleas echoing in his ear. Mike's heart races as he hears your pleading voice over the phone line. His body responds instantly, growing hard beneath his desk. He tries to maintain control, but finds out that's almost impossible. "Baby, I can't come to you now…" Mike manages to say between gritted teeth. He can feel his cock throbbing in his pants, and he knows he needs release too. He knows he shouldn't, but he can't resist any longer. With a shaky hand, Mike begins to undo his pants, his mind filled with images of you: your moans, your needy voice, the way you've been touching yourself. He can't help but imagine himself inside you, feeling your warmth and tightness around him.

You're growing increasingly desperate, your need for him is overwhelming. "Mike, please," you whimper into the phone, your fingers moving faster against your sensitive nub. "I need you… here… now." Mike can't believe what he's saying, but he can't stop himself. "I want to feel you around my cock so bad." he groans into the phone. "You're such a dirty girl," Mike whispers, his fingers sliding against his slick skin. "I can't wait to feel you wrap those perfect lips around me." His hips jerk forward, mimicking the motion he wants to take inside you.

Your moans intensify, echoing through the phone lines. "Fuck, Mike… don't stop" you beg him, your fingers pinching at your swollen clit.

Mike's breath hitches at your words. "I won't," he promises, his voice rough with desire. "I want to bury myself deep inside you," he groans, imagining the tight heat surrounding him. "Feeling every inch of my cock stretching you out." Mike's hand moves faster, his cock leaking pre-cum. "God, I'm gonna fuck you so good," he growls into the phone. "m' gonna pound into that tight little pussy of yours until we both cum."

"Mike… please… fuck me," you beg, your fingers working even faster against your clit. Your hips lift off the bed slightly, seeking out the connection you crave. "I need you… inside me… now." Your moans become high-pitched whimpers as you imagine him filling you up. Your eyes roll back in pleasure, lost in the fantasy of him taking you roughly. You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge; the need for release is overwhelming. "Mike… fuck… yes," you gasp, your fingers moving faster around your clit. "I need…" "What?" Mike asks, his voice thick with lust. He could almost feel your wetness on his fingers as he imagined pushing inside you. "Tell me what you need, baby."

"Mike, I need… I need your cock inside me," you moan, your fingers still working furiously against your clit. Your hips rock back and forth, seeking some sort of release from the overwhelming desire. "Please, please fuck me." The need for release growing more urgent. Your hips jerk up slightly, seeking out the connection you crave. "Please, Mike…"

"Fuck…" Mike groans, feeling his cock twitch in his hand. He can feel the familiar pressure building inside, threatening to explode. "Hold on, baby, just a little longer." "I'm… so close," you whimper, your hips rocking faster now. "Oh God, Mike…" you moan, your body tensing up as you feel the familiar rush of pleasure. "I'm going to cum…" Your fingers dig into your clit, urging it to climax. "Cum with me, baby" Mike growls, his hand moving faster. He could feel himself about to lose control, the pressure building inside. "Mike!" you moan his name again through the phone, your body shaking as you feel your orgasm wash over you. "Oh fuck… so good…" Your hips jerk up off the bed, your pussy clenches around your fingers. Mike's body tenses and his eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Ahhh… fuck!" he groans, his hand moving faster over his cock, tightening it. He can feel himself about to cum, the familiar heat and pressure building inside him. "Oh fuck, baby…" Mike groans, his voice raw with lust and desire. He can feel his cock throbbing in his hand. "I'm gonna cum…" His hips jerk forward, his hand moves faster.

You hear him moaning and panting through the phone, feeling his pleasure vibrate against your ear. Your fingers, still twitching from their own aftershocks, grip the phone tighter. "Mike… oh God… cum for me…"

"Ahhhh…!" He cries out, his cock pulsing in his hand, hot, thick cum shooting out over his fingers and onto his stomach. "Fuck…" He moans, his hips jerking again as the last few spasms of pleasure wash over him. You let out a soft sigh of satisfaction. The line goes quiet as both of you catch your breath, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms. Finally, Mike chuckles softly, his breathing returning to normal. "That was… intense," he admits, his voice still heavy with lust. "Are you okay there, sweetheart?" You giggle softly, as saying a whispered "yes," feeling a wave of warmth spread through you. "I love you," you murmur, your heart fluttering in your chest. "Thank you."

"I love you too, sweetheart" he says back, feeling warmth in his chest.

As you drift off to sleep, your breathing grows deeper and more rhythmic. Mike can't help but smile at the phone. He's more than happy to keep the line open.

[teastyun]

༘⋆ pierced heart (tits)

(SFW) part 1/3

Abby might be your roommate, but she's for whatever reason so distant and cold towards you... until one day, you decide to pierce your nipples and manage to break a barrier inside of Abby.

pairing: roommate!abby x reader

╰┈➤ part 2 ; masterlist

late in the evening of a hard working day, you and Nora were chatting in the infirmary, when you noticed several cabinets containing her medical instruments left open, so you took a peek… and found several types of needles in sterilised bags, that would usually be used for medical procedures.

when you started searching for a specific needle, Nora stopped mid-sentence, "-y/n!! why the hell are you looking through my cabinets?" the confused tone to her voice made you instantly laugh, so you told her about your idea of piercing your nipples, "remember when I told you I found that vintage piercing studio back in the outbacks?" she continued looking at you with a suspicious look, so you continued "I found this brochure with several different types of piercings, and I bagged a few random essentials just in case, you know?" when she didn't respond, you took that as a cue to continue, "and well, lately this idea of piercing my nipples wouldn't get out of my mind-"

"y/n, are you serious right now?" she interrupted, but started laughing at your crazy idea. at first, she would completely deny it and tell you all the possible consequences of it. although, after a bit of convincing, she slowly started giving up and by the end she would even offer her help, so she knew you were on the safer side when it came to the procedure itself. few days after, you and Nora managed to pierce your nipples with all the equipment you two had gathered and you visited her for your daily check-ups and sanitising in the first two weeks.

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after several months of your piercings adjusting and slowly healing, you decided to stay in your dorm to get back into your neglected hobby, when you finally had a few days off after hard working weeks.

since you and abby had similar positions in the military system, you also had a similar schedule, which resulted her few days off overlapping with yours, without the two of you knowing.

usually, you would always wear compression attire for work,, so today you decided to wear a normal, but still tight and light t-shirt, without your usual sport bra and your favourite comfy trousers. your piercings look beautiful, when only a thin layer of cotton was layering them. today, abby's roaming around y’all’s dorm getting her chores done, although a heavy tension sits between the two of you.

when she sees you on the couch in your cozy clothes, she only takes a quick glance while getting her books from the couch table, but stops mid-track and looks at you with an almost shocked expression on her face, still holding her few books in her hands. you notice her sudden change of action and look up, meeting her grey eyes. for the first time in ages, she finally speaks to you, “are those… pierced?” with a shocked undertone to it.

you look at her just as shocked as she is, but your eyes wander from her eyes down to her popular black cut-off tank and her usual khaki cargos, and back to her cold eyes. after a few silent seconds, you slightly confused respond “what else does it look like…?” abby is agitated by your response, but asks “how the fuck did you manage to get that done?” at first, you just ignored her.

when you got up to put your things back to your side of the room, you say with heavy annoyance in your tone “Nora got them done for me, why would you even care?? it’s not like you ever would,” when she obviously waited for a response.

with your back to her, you put your stuff back into your box under the bunkbed, but you didn’t notice how abby would follow you to your side. “also, it’s none of your business! don’t-“ you started, but Abby’s agitation rose with each sentence you said, she huffed and cut you off, “you know that you could have gotten a very bad infection or even fucking worse, a damn blood infection-“

“Abby, just stop talking!” your voice rose as you stood up to face her, and just now you’ve noticed how she was only mere centimetres away from your face. she was looking at you with a worried expression, but when you two realise how closely you stood, she takes a step back. you had no idea why the only time she would speak privately to you was such a cruel topic, and tears started forming in your eyes. embarrassed, you blink them away and look at everything else but her.

after a few moments, she finally speaks again, "I... What I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't do such reckless things," her hand goes through her loosely braided hair, "I didn't mean it like that." you still wouldn't look at her, and she went back to her chore.

"Then tell me, why are you always ignoring me?" you finally ask, when you observed her actions, still leaning on your cold metal bunkbed. your question clearly catches her off guard, but she wouldn't dare to look, nor answer you.

she simply continues grabbing her books from the tv stand. her actions agitate you, so you slowly walk up to where she's standing. Abby hears your steps, but this time she wouldn't back away. instead, she just stays there. she still wouldn't make eye contact with you though.

"Abby, please look at me," you say, but she closed her eyes with an almost pained expression. you softly hooked two fingers on her chin and turned her face to you, forcing her to look into your eyes. In them, you saw anger and frustration, but also... lust? your eyes observe every little detail on her face.

her slightly crooked, but Caucasian nose. her trail of freckles all over her face, nicely accentuating her sharp facial features. her pointy, but plump and rosy lips. your hand follows your eyes, tracing every feature you are able to find. when you traced her lips, you felt her taking a sharp breath, so you look back up into her eyes. you two didn't realise how close you two were now standing, until you felt each other's breath on your skin. before you could think any further, her hand draws you in by the back of your neck, her lips slightly hovering over yours with your hand on her cheek, "can I kiss you?" she asks in a whisper. you almost whimpered, but said "no," which made her instantly retreat in regret, but you hook your other arm around her neck, again looking into her eyes. "tell me why you ignored me all this time,"

she opens her mouth to say something, but closes it again. her eyes switch between your eyes and your lips, and she finally whispers "let me show why," before connecting your lips in a passionate, but clumsy kiss. after a few moments, the books in her hands fell to the floor and her hands were roaming all over your body, like a starving woman finally meeting all her desires. you wrap your arms so tightly around her neck that she feels every inch of your body pressed against hers. every inch. she pushes her leg between yours and a quiet moan escapes your lips, when you feel her firm thigh pressing against your core;

a/n: I'll post part two (definitely nsfw) in the next few days ♥ thanks for reading!!

[keerysfreckles]

stay here - mike schmidt

pairing: mike schmidt x f!reader

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns (no movie spoilers bc i haven't seen it yet im just obsessed with mike) fluff! fluff! fluff! like one makeout scene but thats it

enjoy!

to say babysitting michael schmidt's little sister, abby, was easy would be a lie. mike called you earlier that day, right before his shift started, and asked if you could look over abby until he got home. at the end of the call he mentioned his hours were shorter, and earlier than normal, so he wouldn't be home too late.

it was currently eleven pm. abby's supposed to be in bed by ten-thirty, and nothing was working. y/n tried calming her down with a disney movie. she even colored with her in her makeshift fort in her room. but nothing worked, she was as hyper as ever.

"abby, please! we both know you're going to be tired tomorrow and you have school," y/n pleads.

"but i'm not tired," abby groans, rolling over dramatically on the couch.

"you know what? fine. i'll just tell mike you weren't listening to me," y/n sends abby an evil smile. abby perks up, and sits up to lean on the arm of the couch to look at y/n.

"no! no no no! he said if i was good all week he'd buy me something from the store."

y/n crosses her arms and leans against the hallway wall, opposite of the couch. "looks like you're going to have to listen to me afterall."

"but i'm still not tired," abby groans again, but walks over towards y/n.

y/n looked down at the girl in front of her. she saw the small bags under her eyes, and noticed her eyes kept closing every so often.

an idea popped into y/n's head, "why don't you go lay down, and i'll be in in ten minutes, yeah?"

abby nodded, confused by the request, but still nodded nonetheless and walked down the hallway and towards her room. y/n watched for a moment before abby was fully inside her room. she knew abby was most likely to fall asleep once her head hit the pillow. now she only had to kill two hours until mike would be home.

y/n and mike have known each other for three years. y/n moved into the one story house that was unoccupied in mike's neighborhood. the town wasn't used to newcomers, so of course y/n was the talk of the town for her first two weeks there.

it wasn't until a month later when y/n was on her morning run on a saturday, and had bumped into michael. she was instantly confused when she noticed he was in his work uniform, and on the way back to his house. the two made light conversation, and ended up at y/n's that night for a movie marathon.

about a month after that, mike knocked on y/n's front door, and properly asked her if she wanted to go on a date with him. of course the girl agreed, and that was the first date of many for the couple.

which leaves y/n in the position she's in - babysitting abby.

when mike and y/n officially started dating abby interrogated the girl. asking her a bunch of questions, some more personal than others, which mike quickly interjected. abby gave mike the idea of having y/n watch over her, instead of having to pay random strangers. mike obviously agreed.

y/n settled herself on the couch and put on a random horror movie that was on tv. she couldn't even get past the opening as her eyes closed and her body went limp from tiredness.

she grabbed the blanket at the other end of the couch before fully letting sleep embrace her.

the only time y/n woke up was when she heard the doorknob rattling. she turned slightly, to look over the back of the couch, and saw her boyfriend walking through the doorway.

"shit, were you sleeping?" mike asked, taking off his jacket and throwing it by the front door.

y/n sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, "yeah, but i can go. abby's asleep so i did my job pretty well," she chuckles.

"thank you again. and you know you can stay babe, i don't mind the comapny," michael smiles.

y/n couldn't help but notice how on edge mike looked as soon as he walked inside.

"are you okay?" she asks softly, still sitting on the couch.

mike nods as he sits down beside her, "yeah, just a long night." he leans over and kisses her cheek, causing y/n's cheeks to turn pink.

"do you want to talk about it?" y/n moves her leg to rest her chin on her knee, as mike's eyes glaze over the tv screen before turning fully towards his girlfriend.

"william was just on my ass before my shift, and vanessa had so much energy tonight, i just couldn't handle it. and it felt like time was going so slow tonight," mike's voice was quiet. y/n could tell he had a rough night as he rubbed his eyes.

y/n leans forward and turns off the tv, making mike slightly confused. "is there anything i can do to cheer you up?" y/n stands in front of mike and holds her hands out. he immediately takes her hands in his as he stands with her. mike leans forward and kisses y/n's forehead.

"can you just stay here tonight?" mike's voice almost seems desperate, as if y/n's presence was the only thing keeping him going right now.

y/n nods, "i'll always stay if you ask me to," she smiles as mike closes his eyes and rests his forehead against hers.

"was abby okay tonight?" mike asked, pulling away, but still keeping their hands connected.

"she was good, until trying to get her to go to bed. but you didn't hear that from me," this caused mike to let out a small laugh.

the couple, with one of their hands linked with each other's, went down the hallway. mike stopped y/n and opened abby's bedroom door quietly. y/n stood beside mike and held onto his arm with her free hand, resting her cheek on his shoulder.

the pair were met with abby sleeping under her blanket. small snores escaped her lips. y/n leaned up and kissed mike's jaw, before whispering, "c'mon, i know you need sleep just as much as she does."

y/n pulls mike into his room, which was at this point their shared room. mike had two drawers of his dresser specifically for y/n, vice verse in y/n's room. mike stepped into the bathroom and they both got ready for the night, in the most comfortable clothes they own.

y/n was already laying down under the sheets once mike came out of the bathroom. even laying there, he thought y/n looked so effortlessly beautiful.

"why are you staring at me like that?" y/n asks as she watches mike slide into the bed next to her.

"what? i can't stare at my pretty girl?" mike leans forward and kisses y/n on the lips, as he brings his left hand to her cheek. he rolls over, so his right arm is on the mattress, as he hovers over y/n. her hands move to his waist, slowing moving to his lower back.

their lips molded with one another's, and y/n could almost sense the stress leaving mike's body.

mike barely pulled away, leaving little to no space in between the two, "i love you so much."

y/n smiled, "i love you too."

she leaned up to kiss him once more, and mike playfully rolled his eyes while moving to lay down beside the girl. mike loved falling asleep while holding onto y/n's waist, because he knew she was safe.

[redwlf843]

Wake up call

Abby Anderson x fem reader

Summary: Abby decides a better way to wake you up on the first day of a new semester.

Warning: smut, cunnilingus, cursing, fingering

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Abby woke up first, she was always the first to wake up. She laid on her back while you were snuggled into her side with your hand gripping the front of her shirt in your sleep. She looked down at you and frowned, usually you looked so peaceful when you slept. But now even in your sleep your brow was furrowed and your lips had a slight down turn. She hated that even in your sleep you were stressed, your spring semester was starting today and you were always anxious when knew classes started.

Abby hated the idea of you being stressed all day, so she got an idea. Why not help you wake up stress free, help you expel some of that anxious energy.

She slowly got up and pulled the covers down to the foot of the bed. She gently turned you over so you were laying on your back.

She pulled your sleep shorts down and was pleased to see that you had foregone underwear. She tosses the sleep shorts to the floor and spreads your legs open. She lays on her stomach and puts your legs over her shoulder.

She kisses your mound before she runs her tongue up your slit.

She uses her thumbs to spread your pussy and she licks from your hole to your clit.

You felt good like really good. You felt like you were on cloud nine, you’ve had this dream before you never remember the details but everything is overgrown and destroyed, but what you do remember is the way this rugged dream Abby fucks you. Like she is doing right now. This dream never felt so really before.

You got wet quick, Abby couldn’t help but moan at the taste. She reveled in your sleepy little moans and whimpers. Every so often she’d look up to see in your were still sleeping.

She brought her fingers to your cunt and slowly pushed two in. She groaned around your clit at how your warm wet walls were practically sucking her fingers in.

“Abby” you breathe out

She looks up to see if you were still asleep, and when she saw you were she set a slow pace to her fingers as she licked and sucked at your clit.

The dream gradually started to fade around you. You slowly open your eyes trying to figure out what woke you up when you feel it. You gasp out when you feel Abby hit your sweet spot with her fingers.

You look down and see Abby between your legs, looking up at you with a big grin.

“Mornin beautiful” she rasps out and she feels your walls flutter around her fingers at the sound of her morning voice.

Her grin turns into a smirk very quickly

“Figured I’d wake you up today, that alright?” She stilled all her movements and you couldn’t help the way your hips lifted trying to get some friction.

“Yes very much ok please keep going” you tell her quickly

Her fingers start fucking in and out of you again and her tongue found its place on your clit again.

You lay back with a moan. You didn’t realize just how close you were getting, your hand made its way down your body and into her hair. You ran your fingers through it. You could feel the knot tightening in the pit of your stomach.

Abby could feel how close you were getting by how tightly your cunt gripped her fingers.

She sucked on your clit while she ran her tongue over it.

You feel the knot break. Your back arches and you grip the sheets. You cum crying her name out. She helps you ride out your orgasm.

She takes her fingers out and licks up all your juices.

You lay on the bed sated, you try and catch your breath.

Abby gets on the bed next to you and you tuck herself in her side. You lay your head on her chest.

She kisses your head.

“Now how’s that for a wake up call”

“Mmh you should wake me up like that everyday.”

You lean up to kiss her and moan at the taste of yourself on her lips.

“Feeling better?” She asks and you know instantly what she’s talking about

“A bit yeah thank you, I’m still nervous but not as much as I was.”

She kisses your forehead

“You’ll do great baby, you know you can always ask me for help with anything” she tells you

“Because you know I graduated the highest of my class” you repeat with her having had heard that just about a million and one times now

You both chuckle and you lean up to kiss her

“I guess there are some perks to dating a hot super smart future doctor”

“Just wait till I finish med school and become a hot super smart doctor doctor, those are when the real perks kick in.”

You both lay in bed sharing sweet nothings and what both your plans are for the day. When your alarm goes off all those nerves come flooding back, but with Abby right by your side you know there’s nothing you can’t do.

[burnednotburied]

Chapter 2: First Kill

AO3 Link  |  Chapter 1 Link

Pairing: Abby Anderson x fem!reader

Fic Synopsis: Abby goes looking for Owen and ends up on the wrong end of your knife.

Tags/CWs: angst; slowburn; enemies to lovers; animosity between WLF and Seraphites; blood/gore; cutting (not to self, but still); descriptions of being hanged; religious/cult-like ideas; brief allusion to transphobia

Note: I know I’m not the only one who wanted to be the one holding the knife in that scene…

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The earth beneath Abby’s knees was wet. Rain cascaded all around her. When she was able to pull her eyelids open, she found that she was staring at the ground below her. It was dark, save for dim firelight.

Very slowly, she came to, her senses awakening one by one.

It took her far too long to realize that she was being dragged forward, toward a larger fire, with her arms tightly bound behind her back.

She was barely conscious when the arms that were carrying her suddenly let go, sending her crashing onto the ground with no way to cushion the fall. She let out a pained grunt and shifted, trying to get a better sense of where she was.

When she looked up, she found three bodies, hanged and gutted and very very dead.

Panic set in as she quickly got her knees beneath her, trying to get up. Instantly, the hands returned, roughly forcing her back on her face and holding her there, unyielding.

All too quickly, a noose was pulled over her head and tightened.

“No—” Abby pleaded, but the rope tightened further and she struggled as she was lifted off the ground.

She dangled and continued to struggle until something was pushed beneath her feet, just tall enough for her to stand on the tips of her toes and relieve some of the pressure on her throat.

Finally, she saw her attackers. She knew they would be Scars, but looking at them standing around her, watching…

She knew she was about to die.

There was a man and a woman directly in front of her, mutilated faces silently staring at her from beneath their hoods.

The woman removed hers and tilted her head, eying Abby.

She spoke. “It is time.” And then she took a step back. “If it is your will, Prophet, yield your righteous blade. Free this wretched Wolf from the evil within her.”

You stood in the shadows, unseen, previously unnoticed by the dangling girl. When the woman spoke to you, you stepped into the light, slowly moving toward them.

Where the other Scars wore trench coats, you were covered entirely in a long black cloak, your face concealed beneath a larger hood. Your movements were smooth and intentional. Self-assured.

In your right hand, there was a dagger, loosely held but steady in your grip.

As you stepped closer to Abby, she tried to focus. Tried to analyze you. But her airflow was severely restricted and any small movement from her could result in her losing her footing and falling off the bucket beneath her feet.

The two others stood on either of Abby’s sides, ready to intervene if she were to try anything… Not that she could do anything if she did try.

You were standing directly in front of her now, but she still couldn’t see anything beneath the hood through the rain and her faintly blurring vision.

She wasn’t sure what she expected. That morning when Isaac told her you existed, she hadn’t thought about what you might look like. She had seen the murals of the original Scar Prophet, and she always thought she looked like a regular woman. Just some random lady who became the leader of the worst cult ever.

Nothing could’ve prepared her for when you reached up with your free hand and pulled back your hood. Her eyebrows raised involuntarily.

You were beau—

You… You didn’t look like a Scar.

Your eyes met hers for just a moment before they swept downward, taking her in. You eyed her curiously, like you weren’t sure what to do with her.

Or maybe that was Abby just being hopeful.

The look on your face hardened, becoming determined. Your grip on the knife tightened. If any part of you had been hesitating, you’d just made up your mind.

Shit.

Fuck.

Yeah, she was definitely going to die.

“They are nested with sin,” you said, voice low. Your eyes were on Abby’s face, holding her gaze.

The other Scars watched as your eyes again went lower. You reached your hand toward Abby’s abdomen, lightly grazing before gripping the bottom hem of the shirt and pulling it up, exposing her bare stomach.

Abby knew that the lack of oxygen must’ve been making her lose her mind. She had to be sick. Because when she felt your fingers on her skin, she shivered. And she wanted to lean into the touch…  

Until you pressed the blade there, harshly enough to emit a trickle of blood.

Abby hissed and looked away, gasping for breath and closing her eyes against the sharp sting of the knife.

You pushed the blade further.

“Free them,” you continued, “That they may know My—”

You were interrupted by the sound of a whistle, and you instantly paused.

Abby opened her eyes to watch as you breathed out. You were – what – relieved?

The other two ran off to respond to the whistle. You remained in place, dagger still held firmly against Abby’s stomach. You stared at it, and she stared at you, waiting for you to either finish the job or pull away.

You did neither, frozen in place. It seemed like you were also waiting for something.

Abby didn’t dare to move in the meantime.

The other Scars returned with two more, another man and a younger girl who was struggling against the men as they held her forcefully on both sides.

“Yara,” the Scar woman said smugly. You visibly winced upon hearing the name, still not turning around.

“Where is the other apostate?” the same woman asked. She leaned closer to the girl, who responded by spitting in the woman’s face.

There was a moment of silence before the woman uttered the words, “Clip her wings.”

“No!” You spoke out immediately, turning quickly and bringing your dagger with you. Abby gasped and took as deep a breath as she could, still struggling against the noose and her binds.

“Don’t.” Your voice was authoritative, causing the men who were holding the girl to pause.

The woman looked quickly at you, surprised at your outburst, before turning back to her henchmen. “I am your direct superior. Do as I said.”

“But she’s the—”

“Do. It.” She seethed.

“No,” you insisted again.

The men threw the girl on the ground anyway.

You ran forward, but the woman grasped you and forced you back. You were too preoccupied watching the girl on the ground to prevent the woman from taking the dagger from your hands. She tossed it aside, far out of reach.

“I knew it!” she said through gritted teeth. “I told Elder Constance you weren’t ready.”

It happened quickly.

One of the men pulled a hammer from his belt and violently smashed it down on the girl’s left arm as she screamed.

“Yara!” You tried to push past the other woman again, but again she held you back.

“They’re apostates! Traitors to your people and your cause. You should be giving the order to have them killed!”

The man brought the hammer down three more times.

“Stop! Please stop!” you cried, fighting against the woman.

No one listened to you.

The hammer was passed to the other man. He raised his hand, ready to shatter her other arm too, when two arrows from an unseen archer stopped him short.

One through the face. The other in the chest.

Everyone turned to look for the unknown assailant, except for the girl.

She grabbed the hammer from the dead Scar’s grasp and slammed the claw of it into the other man’s throat, killing him.

The Scar woman pulled her gun to shoot the girl, but another flying arrow drew her away. She faced the surrounding forest, shooting blindly several times, not knowing where the archer was hiding.

The girl stood, left arm mangled and limp at her left side, hammer firmly grasped at her right.

This whole time, Abby could do nothing but watch.

But the Scar woman moved just close enough for her to wrap her legs around her neck from behind. She squeezed the woman’s head between her thighs until she dropped her gun.

The girl ended the woman by ramming the claws of the hammer through the side of her head.

As the woman went limp, she fell from between Abby’s legs, sending her swinging through the air by her neck, unable to regain her balance on the bucket.

And Abby began to choke.

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The Elders referred to it as your “first kill”.

It was supposed to be the last trial before you fully stepped into your role as the Prophet.

You still weren’t sure of all that would entail, but after eight years in limbo, you were ready for something else. Quite literally anything else.

Years of memorizing the scriptures, learning to fight with multiple weapons (and without them), improving upon any and all skills the Elders deemed necessary for you to master, each one seemingly more arbitrary than the last. Hours upon hours upon hours of prayer and meditation. And a whole lot of nothing.

You could kill a Wolf or two if it meant your life would become anything more than what it had been for nearly a decade. If it meant things would be different.

And if it meant you could help your friends.

You knew everyone was searching for Yara and L. Hunting them down.

You’d heard through the quiet whispers of your servants at Sanctuary that he had cut his hair and told his mother that his name was Lev.

He had no choice but to run, and Yara went too.

You were so afraid for them.

And yet part of you wished they had taken you with them.

You weren’t sure if you still got to call them your friends. You hadn’t been permitted to spend time with anyone informally or without purpose since the morning of your scarring ceremony, so you hadn’t spoken to them since then.

You should’ve been able to be there for Lev. And Yara. You shouldn’t have been locked away.

But maybe once your training was complete and you were officially the Prophet – in authority, not just by name – you could protect them.

Maybe something good could come from your circumstances after all.

That would make it all feel worth it.

Emily had taken on training you in hand-to-hand combat some months ago.

You had a strange relationship with her.

On one hand, she was the only person who didn’t treat you like you were some mystical, cosmically-chosen goddess. She usually treated you like you were just another person.

But, on the other hand, she was an ass. So that was frustrating to deal with.

Still, there had always been a greater sense of normalcy between the two of you than there had been with anyone else in Haven.

The Elders decided that Emily would be the one to take you to the mainland for your first kill.

There were some disagreements about how large the hunting party should be.

“The people need to see Her as a conqueror. They need to know that she’s a capable fighter,” some of the Elders argued. But it was ultimately agreed upon that a smaller group would be safer. It would draw less attention from your enemies.

So Emily chose two of her best men, and your group set out.

The mainland was not what you had expected, and nothing like the island, but you were able to navigate it well enough.

Emily brought you to see Martyr’s Gate for the first time.

Prayer had long since become a mindless chore of yours. You rarely did it in earnest.

Today, you did though.

You prayed for strength. Because the closer you came to the killing, the less sure you were that you would be able to go through with it.

The idea of killing while fighting, either in your own defense or to defend another, was one thing. You were sure you could do that if the time came.

But this was different. It wasn’t necessary. It wasn’t fair. And it wasn’t a true display of combat skills or strategy or anything else you’d been training for.

Emily explained that the plan was to “catch a wolf, string ‘em up, and cut ‘em open.”

The thought made you sick.

In a rare moment of compassion, Emily put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed lightly. “They would do the same thing to you, Prophet,” she said, looking into your eyes, “the second they got the chance.”

You tried to steel yourself, knowing that, just like everything else in your life, you didn’t have much of a choice.

When the time came, you weren’t even the one who “caught” the Wolf. The men had her pinned down and Emily knocked her out while you just stood off to the side, blinking, trying not to vomit.

As she laid still on the ground, you couldn’t help but to examine the girl whose life you would soon be taking.

She was big. And very strong. Strong in a way you honestly didn’t know a woman could be.

You wondered if all Wolves looked like this. You doubted it.

She wore a black sleeveless shirt, so you could see her arms, and they were incredible. Your eyes lingered for longer than you should’ve allowed yourself to.

Her dark blonde hair was long and braided.

She was covered in cuts and bruises. Definitely a soldier. Probably a very good one.

Your eyes traveled over her lightly freckled face, down her long nose—

Emily interrupted your train of thought. “I think I’ve heard of this one before… Never come across her myself though,” she said, joining you in eying the newly unconscious Wolf. “She has killed countless Seraphites. Numbers of Your people, dead at her hands.”

You felt a flash of anger upon hearing this and berated yourself for having been looking at her so… admiringly.

How many people did you know whose role of soldier was chosen for them, just as your role of Prophet had been chosen for you. They hadn’t asked for it any more than you did. And they had been killed for it.

Many of them by this woman.

Suddenly, the idea of killing her didn’t seem so impossible.

“It will be our honor to take care of the dirty work on your behalf, Prophet,” Emily said. “The only thing you need to worry about is this…” She handed you the dagger as the men dragged the Wolf away, into the forest.

You followed behind, pulling your hood over your head as it began to rain.

One of the two men split off, saying he thought he saw something and wanted to investigate. Emily nodded and took the Wolf’s arm from him, taking on half of her weight.

Once in the clearing, you watched as the Wolf regained consciousness, just in time for Emily and one of the men to put the noose around her neck and lift her off the ground.

You watched as she struggled to catch her breath and balanced on the bucket that Emily had shoved beneath her feet.

You watched, hidden beneath your hood, as she saw you for the first time, standing in the shadows, and her eyes widened.

You listened to her gasps and grunts as she struggled against her binds as you approached.

You pulled back your hood and looked into her eyes. Saw a living, breathing human being who had done nothing to you and could do nothing to defend herself against you.

And once again you weren’t sure if you could actually do it.

But you pushed ahead, just as you always do, and did what was expected of you.

Until the whistle had cut you off.

Yara had been captured, and you weren’t able to stop them from destroying her arm.

In the fight that ensued, you were useless, standing off to the side in utter shock as arrows, bullets, and hammers flew, everything happening too quickly for you to be able to react.

When the Wolf grabbed Emily with her legs and crushed her between her thighs, you couldn’t help but note the fact that you had been standing much closer to the Wolf, and for much longer…

But Emily was dead and the Wolf was choking, now dangling freely with nothing to stand on.

“Yara!” You heard him before you saw him.

He came come running out of the of the tree line, pausing when he saw the hanging Wolf.

And then he saw you, still frozen. Still useless.  

“Prophet,” he breathed, bowing his head. The genuine sincerity in the gesture disheartened you, but you were glad to see him alive and unharmed, so you gave him a small smile and a nod.

His eyes stayed on you for just a moment longer before he went to check on Yara, quietly whispering her name. She waved him away, her arm limp and face pained.

“The Demons are coming,” he said, loud enough for you both to hear.

For some reason, that was what got you moving. You found the dagger on the ground where Emily had thrown it and rushed over to rope that held the Wolf.

“What are you doing?” Lev asked.

“Cutting her down.”

“She’s one of them,” he said.

“Lev,” Yara said, shaking her head.

He went quiet, watching as you quickly cut the rope.

The Wolf fell to the ground with a loud, painful thud and immediately began coughing and gasping for air.

You walked over to her, hesitant. You had been seconds away from disemboweling her just a few minutes ago. Maybe she would turn around and kill you the second she was free.

But you had already cut her down and Demons were on the way, so you knelt on the ground behind her and carefully cut away the ties that held her hands.

The moment she was able, she used her own hands to loosen and remove the noose, sitting up quickly and looking around for something.

Her eyes went to Emily and she crawled over, grasping the hammer lodged in her head and yanking it out.

With one hand to her throat, she stood.

You couldn’t believe she was standing so quickly after what just happened to her, but she was. And you knew that if she decided to attack you, you would not win that fight. Even now, in her weakened state and despite your years of training, you wouldn’t stand a chance against her.

But she didn’t come after you.

A twig snapped in the surrounding forest. She turned towards that, ready to face whatever came out first.

Yara stood, grabbing a knife that belonged to one of Emily’s men.

Lev had an arrow notched in his bow, ready to fly.

You gripped the dagger tighter in your hand and tried to remember everything you’d been taught about fighting Demons.

“Watch your backs,” said the Wolf.

You supposed you’d get to have your first kill tonight after all.

[oftenwantedafton]

Night Shift

Steve Raglan/William Afton and Mike Schmidt x Female Reader

Chapter 1

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - dub/non con sexual content

Summary: Your new boyfriend Mike Schmidt invites you to spend the evening with him at his new security job. He promises you nothing exciting ever happens and you’ll be all alone together.

He’s very wrong.

Also available on AO3

The idea of visiting your new boyfriend Mike Schmidt at his workplace sounds very appealing, at first.

He works third shift as a security guard in a long closed children’s party themed restaurant. You’ll have total privacy and plenty of time; he’s assured you nothing ever happens.

Now that you’re standing in front of the abandoned building, though, things feel very different.

The filaments in one of the lightbulbs in the marquis sign above the entrance struggle and the light extinguishes with a loud pop, causing you to jump. Mike glances back at you as he finishes unlocking the gate, smiling reassuringly when he walks back to you, wrapping his arms around your torso.

“Hey, it’s ok. I promise. Nothing exciting ever happens here. The place is just really old and run down.”

You nod, allowing him to guide you inside through the entryway and into the dining room.

“Hey guys,” he greets the animatronics onstage casually. You glance at the trio of figures, feeling another chill go through you. You’ve never liked the appearance of the animal mascots, finding the rows of teeth bared in a smile more threatening than friendly.

“The security office is back this way.” He takes your hand and you’re glad to follow, gratefully escaping the unnerving feeling the stares from the cold eyes give you.

“So this is where I spend my night.” He gestures for you to enter a room with a desk topped with monitors. It’s a cramped space, you note, with a narrow locker and filing cabinet completing the room’s decor.

“I don’t think I’d like being cooped up like this. How do you stand it?”

Mike sighs. “It’s a job. And I’ve kind of burned my bridges with the last one, so…”

“That wasn’t your fault. You were just trying to help that boy.” You lay a hand on his sleeve, looking at him sympathetically.

“I fucked up, plain and simple. At least it wasn’t all bad though. We wouldn’t have met otherwise,” he muses, resting a hand on one hip and stealing a kiss. It was true; you just happened to be shopping at the mall that day and were standing nearby when you witnessed the incident. “Besides, I need this job if I’m going to keep taking care of Abby. My aunt is really pushing this custody battle thing.”

“She doesn’t even want her. She’s just doing it to be a jerk.” You scowl. You’ve only met her once, briefly, while you were at Mike’s house. The woman was insufferable. Everything about her, from her pinched face to her snide comments to her horrible clothing made you instantly dislike her. You’ve already seen the bond between Mike and his sister, recognizing how close the two siblings were. He was doing such a good job raising her. His aunt had no right to try to interfere.

“You’re cute when you pout. Stop thinking about her. She’s not worth it. We’ve got better things to do.” He kisses you again, longer this time. His hands slide beneath your sweater, still cool from the early spring evening, and you shiver at the touch. He makes short work of the hooks of your bra, easing back to cup your breasts, thumbs dragging across nipples already erect from the cold climate outdoors.

You moan against his mouth and caress the soft waves of dark hair curling against the nape of his neck, encouraging him to continue. You’ve made out with him a few times already but you haven’t gone all the way yet. You wonder if tonight will be the night it finally happens.

Your eyes slide closed and Mike’s too busy working on the zipper of your jeans to notice the activity on one of the monitors that’s focused on the main entrance. A tall figure enters through the front door and vanishes from view, reappearing in one of the shots focused on the cash register and prize counter, then disappears yet again.

Mike’s just begun to peel the clinging denim down over the curves of your buttocks, mouth working on your throat when you hear the door open behind you.

“Holy shit—” Mike curses.

You gasp, turning to find a middle aged man standing in the opening of the doorway. His pale eyes are framed by gold aviators and his dark hair is touched with gray at the temples, a similar brush stroke running through his neatly trimmed beard.

“What’s going on here?” He looks more bemused than upset, his eyes openly roving over your half dressed form.

“Mr. Raglan. Um, listen, I can explain…”

“Really? I’d love to hear your excuse for this. Your explanations are always so…entertaining.” He smirks, arms folding over his dress shirt, rumpling the tie draped over his chest.

“We were just…” His voice trails off. There’s no way to describe any plausible reason for what the intruder has just witnessed. “I really need this job,” he says, his voice choked. “You’re not going to tell the owner, are you?”

“Well, that depends.”

“On what?”

“On how cooperative your girlfriend here is willing to be.” His arms drop and he takes a step forward. You can’t get over how much taller he is than the both of you. “I could be persuaded to keep silent.” He reaches for your face and you gasp, recoiling when his fingers graze your cheek.

“What the fuck man?” Mike slaps the other man’s hand away.

Steve shrugs. “It’s no skin off my nose. I’ll just be making a quick call to the owner, who I’m sure will be delighted to be woken up at this hour to find out he’s paying a security guard to fondle his girlfriend instead of watching the cameras.” He steps towards the desk but Mike stops him.

“Wait. Just…let’s talk about this for a minute.” The younger man pleads.

“I don’t see what else there is to discuss. Do you want to keep your job or not? You won’t get another opportunity from the agency, I can assure you. This was your last chance and it seems you’ve blown it.”

“What is it you want?” It’s your first time speaking and the career counselor’s eyes snap to your face.

“You seem to be having such a good time. I’d like to join in. Do you think Mike here would be willing to share?”

“Absolutely fucking not. You’re not laying a hand on her,” Mike growls, one hand tightening into a fist.

Steve chuckles softly. “That’s right, you’re fond of violence. Well, you’re welcome to try. We can add that to the list of charges against you. You’ll be facing jail time for certain.” He lifts the receiver off the hook and you reach out, your hands closing over his wrist.

“Wait. I’ll…I’ll do it,” you murmur reluctantly, feeling nausea twist your stomach.

The security guard stares at you in disbelief. “What? No. You’re not doing this. This wasn’t your fault. It was my idea. I’ll figure something else out. We’re leaving.”

“We have to. We don’t have a choice. We have to do it for Abby.” You release your grip on the older man who stares at you, cheeks dimpling as his grin widens.

“I like your girlfriend already, Mike. She’s caring, generous…and has a very fuckable body,” he concludes with a leer.

“You bastard.”

“I thought I was being kind by inviting you to be included in our activities. I can always just enjoy her alone.”

“Don’t leave me,” you plead, pressing your back against Mike.

“I won’t. I’m sorry,” he whispers against your ear. “I’ll try to get us out of this somehow…”

“Enough chatter. Let’s get down to business.” Steve steps closer, tipping your chin up so he can view your features. The light from the desk lamp glares across the lenses of his glasses, obscuring his eyes from your vision. He smooths a thumb over your bottom lip then bends to kiss you, his tongue intruding roughly into your mouth.

You struggle not to gag, trying not to think about what’s happening and who’s doing this to you, leaning your weight back against your boyfriend for some measure of comfort and reassurance. The older man’s beard is rough against your skin. You can smell cologne on him, something Mike has never worn, the clustered fragrances of bergamot and orange peel heavy in your nostrils.

The fact that your body is responding to the kiss makes it all much, much worse.

Steve clearly has had years of practice, and the experience shows. He lavs at your neck, catches your bottom lip with his teeth, sucks along your tongue and lets a thick trail of saliva descend from his mouth into yours. You feel a warmth blooming inside of you, your sex tingling and throbbing and you hate yourself for becoming aroused just from a kiss by this stranger.

Mike seems too shocked to do more than watch, cradling you against him, allowing the career counselor to take his time tasting his girlfriend’s cherry chapstick lined mouth before his hands begin exploring, snaking underneath your sweater to knead your breasts and roll and pinch your nipples. You can’t stifle a small moan, hear Mike’s breathing by your ear ratchet up. Initially you think it had been rapid from discovery and anger; now you wonder if it is from something else entirely.

“God you’re sweet,” Steve growls, shoving a hand into the waistband of your panties. His probing fingers stroke past your clit and dip between the folds, finding your body’s betrayal of slick arousal. He’s skilled at touching as well, adeptly alternating between stroking your bundle of nerve endings and fingering your entrance, dipping a little further inside each time, teasing you, eliciting another moan and a series of squelching sounds as his prodding disrupts more lubricating fluid from your body.

You can feel Mike’s erection pressing against you now; there’s no longer any doubt that he’s turned on by what’s happening, in spite of the circumstances.

You lean your head back, turning your face slightly. “Don’t think about him, think about me,” he whispers, his lips finding yours. He kisses you gently, wrapping his arms around your chest, trying to distract you from the other man’s presence.

The career counselor isn’t one to be ignored, however. He’s dropped to his knees, tugging down your panties and removing your sneakers before peeling off your jeans. “Why don’t you give me a hand here, Mike?” He tucks one of his own under your left knee, indicating he wants your boyfriend to hold it up so he has better access to your dripping pussy.

Your mouth goes slack and you moan when you feel the man’s tongue press against your clit, threading fingers through his salt and pepper hair as he buries his nose against your mound, his tongue thrusting between your lips and teasing your opening.

“Fuck…nnngh” You can’t help it. His mouth is too skilled, too fervent against your cunt. Mike’s breath is a harsh, unsteady rasp beside your cheek, his cock now being ground slightly against your ass cheeks.

“Fucking delicious.” Steve slurps your lips and sucks on your throbbing clit and the leg you’re standing on trembles violently. He redoubles his efforts and you know you’re going to cum, there’s no way to avoid it, it just feels too good having the older man eating you out so rapturously.

“Come on honey. Cum for me,” he urges, slipping a finger inside and curling it forward and that does it, you explode against his mouth and hand, the noise tearing from your throat one you don’t even recognize.

Mike relaxes his grip on your leg and you lower it shakily as the older man rises, gasping when Steve’s mouth covers yours again, offering you a taste of yourself. Your juices are all over his lips and beard and you find yourself lapping at them, all reason lost in the moment of the afterwaves of ultimate pleasure.

“I think Mike needs some assistance,” he suggests, stepping back and sliding the office chair beside you. “Maybe this will help. Sit down,” he instructs and you obey. He bends and grabs you by your ankles and tugs sharply, pulling you sideways so that your back is resting on the seat, your lower body splayed against his chest. There’s strength in that lean form; you think he could crush you with his bare hands. In this position, Mike’s crotch is now within easy reach of your mouth.

The dark haired young man hesitates, still hating what’s happening, glaring at the career counselor but unable to deny he wants relief as well. He combs his fingers through your hair, trying to bring some tenderness and intimacy back to the moments that have been stolen and invaded. He unzips his pants, withdrawing his erection, stroking it a few times before he presses it to your lips.

Your mouth engulfs the head of his cock, tasting precum as your tongue swipes across the opening.

“She can take more than that.” Steve watched raptly as you gag at the sudden intrusion when Mike follows the suggestion, perhaps hoping this will all end faster if you both just cooperate, or perhaps it’s his own desire; it’s hard to separate the two thoughts anymore, the line between what you’re being forced to endure and what you want to happen blurring.

The chair creaks as your head bobs, sliding over Mike’s cock. He groans at the sensation, the fingers once caressing your hair now knotting in it.

“Those lips were made for cocksucking. Fuck her mouth,” the older man encourages, his hands sliding over your legs and slipping between them stopping just shy of your center, teasing you. You can still feel your arousal leaking out of you as Mike thrusts harder into your mouth, straining your throat as he batters the muscle and bruises the cartilage.

“Better,” Steve says, abandoning his caresses to unzip his pants, stroking as he watches you perform for him. “But now I feel left out. Let’s get you over the desk, sweetheart.” Mike withdraws and the other man pulls you upright as easily as if you’re a rag doll, tugging you to your feet and then pushing you over the corner of the desk, so Mike can still reach your mouth and Steve now has access to your pussy. The thin padding of your sweater provides little cushioning for your breasts smashed against the steel surface. The older man slaps one ass cheek lightly, just enough to bring a little blossom of pink color, and then you feel a slight pressure as he lines himself up with your entrance.

You moan around Mike’s member in surprise, realizing the career counselor’s prick is larger than what you’re accustomed to. He stretches your canal and your abdominal muscles tense, your vaginal walls clenching on the intruding organ.

“Christ, Mike, she’s tight,” he exhales, pushing until he reaches the hilt, completely sheathed within you. “Relax, honey.” He rubs a circle against your lower spine, calloused fingers dragging across soft skin. He pulls back and slides in once more, still surprisingly gentle, letting your body learn to accommodate him.

It’s distracting, difficult to focus between the sensations of your boyfriend’s cock in your mouth and the career counselor’s cock nestled in your pussy. You’re still revolted but the feeling is stifled beneath your arousal. You’ve never been so turned on in your life, would never have dreamt of being shared by two men at the same time. The fact that one of them is a stranger only heightens the experience.

“Good girl,” Steve praises as you begin to relax, moving with the rhythm of his lenient thrusts. He accelerates the pace, bucking into you harder, and you welcome the intrusion, your pelvis grinding back against him. You feel another orgasm building again.

Mike’s own climax is approaching, his breathing unsteady, his thrusts between the tight ring of your lips sloppier, more urgent. You suck harder, moaning around his length, accompanying the slapping sound of Steve’s body colliding with yours. Both men are cursing, battering at your openings from opposite ends. Your entire body feels like it is on fire, aching and hot, you need to cum, you need to make them cum…

Mike lets go first, spilling his seed onto your tongue, the warm, sour liquid pooling in your mouth. Steve follows soon after, his fingers bruising your hips as he explodes, dragging you right along with him. You moan and shake as you feel his cum spilling deep inside of you, filling you up.

There’s a pause while all three of you recover, breathing slowing, pulses descending, the tingling feeling in your limbs ebbing. You’re becoming acutely aware of how uncomfortable your position is and struggle to stand, finding your legs shaky, surprised when it’s Steve this time that supports you from behind, his lips nuzzling your throat when he smiles.

Mike curses, fumbling with the opening of his pants. He glares daggers at the career counselor, bending to gather your discarded clothing and pressing it into your arms.

“Are you ok?” He asks, attempting to tuck back a stray strand of hair from your face. “That’s enough. Get your hands off of her.”

“If that’s what the lady wants, sure.” Steve says placidly, unperturbed. “Is that what you want?” He asks against your ear.

“Yes,” you murmur, not sure if that’s what you really want at all.

“Alright.” He shifts, his warmth and touch abandoning your body.

“This is it, then. We did what you wanted. I get to keep my job and you keep your mouth closed. Agreed?”

“Of course. I’m a man of my word.” Steve grins again, straightening his clothing, glancing at you and sighing wistfully. “Although I wouldn’t mind another round sometime. Just to, you know…ensure my silence, as it were.” His pale eyes meet yours and you shudder, looking away hurriedly.

“As if that’s going to fucking happen.” Mike shakes his head. “I’ll walk you to the door.”

“No need. I know the way. You can watch the cameras if you don’t trust I’m actually departing. You know, like you were supposed to be doing anyway.” His eyes meet yours a final time. “It was a real pleasure to meet you. If you change your mind about the offer, Mike knows where to find me,” the older man says over his shoulder as he walks away.

[alisonsfics]

high school reunion date

pairing: tony dinozzo x reader

summary: last minute, tony ends up as your date to your high school reunion. old foes from high school make you feel bad about yourself, but tony is there to comfort you.

word count: 2.3k

“So, I have some bad news.” Abby said. Her cautious expression told you how nervous she was. She was so worried you’d be mad at her.

“What do you mean? Is everything okay?” You asked her, concerned. She hesitated.

“You know how I said I would go with you to your high school reunion tomorrow? I got a call from my aunt, and she needs me to come over tomorrow night, so I can’t go. I’m so sorry.” She told you.

You calmed down once you realized no one had gotten hurt or anything. “Abby, that’s fine. Family stuff comes first. I get it.” You said, giving her an encouraging smile.

She pulled you into a hug. “Thank you so much for understanding. I was worried to tell you. I hate being a flake so much.” She rambled.

You giggled to yourself, wrapping your arms around her. “It’s okay, Abby. I promise.” You told her.

Gibbs came storming into the room. You looked over your shoulder at him. “Back to work, please. I need to talk to Abby.” He said. You nodded your head and hurried towards the door.

You headed to the break room before your desk. You were only halfway through your work day, and you were already tired. That could only mean one thing. Coffee.

You entered the break room and spotted Tony making himself a cup of coffee. You noticed two cups of coffee in front of him. “One of those days?” You teased him.

You hadn’t even seen Gibbs drink two cups of coffee at once, and he was a next level coffee addict.

“Actually, this one’s for you. I was gonna bring it to your desk. You seemed a little tired.” He said, turning and handing the cup to you.

You instantly felt your lips curve into a smile. It was hard for you to not smile around Tony. He made you feel like a giggly teenage girl.

“Thank you so much. You are a savior.” You said, graciously accepting the cup.

Then, an idea popped into your head.

“Do you have any plans tomorrow night?” You asked him, curiously. He cocked his head to the side. “You asking me on a date?” He teased you with a wink.

You playfully elbowed him. “My high school reunion is tomorrow night. Abby was supposed to go with me, but something came up. I am desperately in need of a date. I need someone I can talk to if it all gets too awkward. Please, Tony? There’ll be a bar, and I’ll pay for your drinks?” You tried to convince him.

Tony didn’t need much convincing.

“Calm down there, sweetheart. I’ll be there. You don’t need to convince me.” He said, stopping you from rambling. You felt your cheeks heat up at the affectionate nickname. He’d never called you sweetheart before.

“You’re the best.” You said, giving him a hug. He chuckled and wrapped his free arm around you.

“And what will you be wearing to this special occasion?” He said, jumping right back into teasingly flirting with you.

“A nice dress, and before you respond to that, remember how good of a right hook I have.” You said, innocently smiling back at him.

He nodded to himself, taking a step back. “Then, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said, smiling at you. He started to walk past you and leaned in towards you as he passed.

“I look forward to seeing you in that dress.” He whispered in your ear and then kept walking.

The butterflies that were in your stomach multiplied. You didn’t know how you were going to survive a whole evening with Tony.

Later the next night, you had just finished getting ready when you heard Tony knock on your door.

You grabbed your purse and headed for the door.

As you swung the door open, you were too busy admiring Tony to see the way his eyes raked down your body.

When your eyes finally met, you noticed that he was standing frozen still. “Wow, you weren’t kidding. It’s a really nice dress.” He said, unashamedly checking you out.

“You like it?” You asked, spinning around for him. If it was possible, his eyes got even wider.

“Let’s just say I’m happy Abby backed out.” He said, smirking at you. He held his arm out for you to grab and led you to his car.

Like a true gentleman, he opened the car door for you and then walked around to the drivers side.

“So what’s the deal tonight? Am I just your friend from work who's tagging along or am I acting as your boyfriend to make someone jealous?” He asked you.

“Just my friend from work. So you’ll have to keep the ogling to a minimum.” You said, letting him know you’d seen him staring.

“That might be a challenge, but I’ll try my best.” He replied.

You both walked into the reception hall at the hotel where the reunion was being held. You immediately started recognizing faces.

Tony looked over at you, waiting to follow your lead. “I’m going to need a drink for this.” You said, taking a deep breath.

As if on cue, the most popular girl in school came over to you. Mindy was the most judgmental and backstabbing person you’d ever met. You avoided her throughout all of high school, and you planned to continue doing that.

“Y/N, it’s good to see you. I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” She said, looking Tony up and down.

“Mindy, this is Tony. He’s just a friend.” You said, introducing the two of them. Tony stuck his hand out and shook hers politely. He immediately noticed the tension between the two of you.

“Oh, you don’t have a boyfriend? I guess nothing’s changed since high school,” she said, hiding behind a fake laugh.

You clenched your jaw and felt your body tense up. Then, you felt Tony’s hand on the small of your back.

“I will go get you that drink.” He leaned in and whispered in your ear.

Mindy watched as Tony walked away. “So, what’s Tony’s deal?” She asked, with a sly smile. You felt your stomach churn.

“Not looking to date,” you lied, protectively. The idea of Mindy hitting on Tony made you feel sick to your stomach.

Mindy picked up on how much it bothered you. “Maybe I’ll just have to convince him.” She mentioned.

“Is divorce number four even finalized yet, Mindy?” You asked, cocking your head to the side.

One way you had changed since high school is now you were used to carrying a gun. That meant that standing up to a high school bully didn’t phase you.

“Always looking for number five though. Tony’s not too bad on the eyes either.” She continued. You dug your nails into the palm of your hand.

“Not sure that rude women are his type,” you said, walking away towards the bar where Tony was.

You saw Tony waiting for your drinks, and he was talking to the man standing next to him. You wondered why the man looked so familiar. You assumed it was some acquaintance from high school.

Tony saw you approaching out of the corner of his eye. He turned to face you. “Speaking of, here’s my date for the evening.” He said, gesturing towards you.

The man turned to look in your direction. You met his gaze, and you realized why you knew him. It was your ex-boyfriend, Derek.

“We actually know each other already. It’s nice to see you.” He said, his eyes raking down your body.

“Ahh, ex-boyfriend?” Tony asked, putting two and two together. You slowly nodded your head.

So far, your evening sucked. You had run into the two people you didn’t want to talk to or ever see again.

Without really thinking it through, you wrapped your arm around Tony’s waist. For once, you wanted to make someone jealous. You wanted to show him how far you had moved on.

Being partners meant Tony knew how to read your mind in any situation. He quickly picked up on what you were doing.

“I guess that makes this a little awkward.” He quipped, grabbing your waist and pulling you in closer to him. He leaned over to you and kissed your temple.

Not knowing what your plan was, Tony started to improvise. “If you don’t mind, I actually love this song,” he excused to the two of you, and started guiding you towards the dance floor.

“I didn’t think he’d be here.” You said, leaning over towards Tony.

“It’s fine. He seemed like an asshole anyway.” He said, rubbing his hand comfortingly on your back.

Tony wrapped his arms around your waist and started dancing with you. As soon as you started to relax in his grip, one of your friends from high school came up to you.

“Hey, it’s so good to see you. I was just talking to Derek. I didn’t know you had a new man in your life.” She said, smiling at you.

You put the fake smile back on your face. “Yep, this is Tony. We work together.” You said, introducing them.

She quickly excused herself because she spotted someone else she wanted to talk to.

You felt tears welling up in your eyes. You dropped Tony’s hand and headed for the exit. He was quickly following behind you, but you weren’t stopping for him.

You had had enough of people from high school being shocked at the idea of you having a boyfriend.

On top of that, you felt mortified that Tony was seeing their reactions. You were embarrassed, and you never wanted to be embarrassed in front of Tony.

You walked out the front doors of the hotel, hoping you had lost Tony in the crowd.

You heard his footsteps as he chased after you.

You wiped some tears off your cheeks. “I’m sorry I made you come to this stupid thing. This whole thing was a bad idea. I just want to go home.” You said, still too embarrassed to face him.

“Hang on, let’s just talk for a second” he said, grabbing your hand and spinning you around to face him.

You could see the worry in his eyes. Tony always did everything in his power to protect you. He had a vague idea as to why you were upset, but he knew there was something more to it.

“I shouldn’t have dragged you to this. This was all a mistake.” You said, looking up at him through tears. He cupped your face and wiped the tears off your cheeks.

“You don’t need to apologize for anything. I just want to know what’s making you upset and how to fix it.” He said, calmly.

Tony had never cared for anyone as much as he cared for you.

“I feel like everyone from high school is so successful. They’ve all gotten married and had kids, and they’re CEOs of companies. I don’t have any of that.” You ranted.

He brushed your hair out of your face. “You have so many successes. You aren’t less successful than any of those people. I’d say you’re more successful than all of them combined.” He tried to reassure you.

It didn’t help. You still felt like the girl that had nothing to say when asked what was new.

“You’re great at your job. You help save people everyday. You’ve saved my life more times than I can count. You’re generous and caring. All of your friends know they can rely on you to be there for them. Forget any of those people. Maybe they have fancy jobs, but they’re assholes. And you’re not, you’re amazing.” He said, grabbing both your hands.

You could feel the butterflies in your stomach as Tony looked at you. He was looking at you so intently you thought he could see into your soul.

You leaned your forehead against his shoulder. “I appreciate that you’re trying to cheer me up, but it just sucks that I can’t even pretend to have a boyfriend. Everyone we talked to looked so shocked at the idea of me having a boyfriend. And they’re right, because I haven’t had a boyfriend in years. I have to resort to making you pretend to be my boyfriend.” You rambled, still feeling self-conscious.

“What do you mean, pretend?” He joked, trying to get you to smile. The comment took you by surprise and a giggle slipped through your lips. “Tony,” you whined, still smirking.

“Just trying to make you smile, sweetheart,” he said, giving your hands a squeeze.

You noticed the twinkle in Tony’s eyes. You were mesmerized by him. You always were.

Tony always knew the right thing to say, and he always made sure you knew how much he cared about you.

“What if it wasn’t pretend?” You asked, your eyes locked on his. You could almost see the gears turning in his head. “What are you saying?” He asked, cautiously.

Before you could chicken out, you cupped Tony’s face and kissed him. He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you back.

You could taste the scotch on his lips as he kissed you. He pushed his weight against you and backed you up against the wall.

You let your hands move to cup the back of Tony’s head, tangling your fingers in his hair. Tony was toying with the fabric of your dress.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach. This was the last way you expected this evening to end.

You both pulled out of the kiss. “God, I really like you, which you clearly know now.” He confessed. You held on to the collar of his shirt, keeping him close to you.

“This is how I dreamed this night would go. You as my charming date, getting to show you off to everyone from high school.” You told him, smiling cheesily.

“What do you say we go back in there? Just us? We can dance and drink. We’ll just ignore anyone that you don’t want to talk to?” Tony suggested. You quickly nodded, and he grabbed your hand and pulled you inside.

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so about your 1k prompt what about babysitting reader ? How about that as Mike simchits (from the FNAF movie ? If you want to🥹 but if not Miguel)

Mike sicmith x fem!reader

who the reader take care of Abby while Mike is doing his jobs. (A new jobs since all the fazebear thing and he got a new job that does midnight shifts or day shifts) And Abby and reader play with each other every day and loves taking care of her and sometimes take her out to see the fazebear restaurant only the outside (the parking lot of course). and Abby be telling you about her friends and wanting to go inside to see them which it hurt poor reader heart that she care for her friends. (In which reader see a lot in her drawing) and which it scares Mike a lot since everything that happened there. and a lot happens there and with reader and Mike. And you guys are close enough as friends and look like a sweet family when you guys goes out to play with Abby. But after all the babysitting reader finds to be interest in Mike and slowly having a crush on him.

FLUFF PLS

1K Prompts

Pairing: Mike Schmidt x fem!reader

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: It’s all so weirdly…domestic.

A/N: Woah… are we all reading the pairing right?!

Word Count: 1.4K (Not Edited)

A lot of things have been different lately. 

But it’s a good different, a welcomed different. Mike is doing good at his new job (that does not involve late night shifts and creepy animatronics), Abby is doing better in school as each day goes by, and now they have you. New to town you. You who have no idea what a Fazbear Pizzeria is (you jokingly asked if it was some weird cooking video game), you who have never seen a prescription of sleep pills, or an orange toy plane, or a poster of Nebraska. Perfectly blank slate you. The blank slate that both Mike and Abby need. 

You had moved in next door, bumping into Mike as you were moving in boxes. You had given him and Abby a polite smile, introducing yourself. You were nice and pretty (not that Mike was paying all that much attention to that) and you knew how to cook on a budget. It was something Mike learned the first time he asked you to babysit Abby. He was called into an early shirt and had to work overtime, not having a babysitter on hand after what happened to the last one. He didn’t trust strangers around Abby, but he had no choice. You had agreed instantly, listening to Mike’s instructions as he got ready for work. You nodded along, giving the occasional ‘yup’ and ‘got it’. 

When he had come home, exhaustion in his form, he was surprised to not find you in the main parts of the house. It made his brows furrow, anger running through him in the weirdly silent home. Did you really leave Abby by herself? What kind of fucking babysitting was that? He was grumbling about how this would be the last time he left you to babysit and how it’s his fault for trusting strangers when he walked into Abby’s room. 

He panicked for a second when Abby wasn’t at her desk or in her bed. But he quickly relaxed as he looked deeper into the bedroom, finding you and Abby on the floor asleep. Abby’s body was inside her fort, her head poking out and resting on her arms as she slept. You were laying on your side facing Abby, one arm under your head and the other folded in front of you with a crayon in your weak grip. Papers were scattered around the both of you, some blank and some with drawings. Markers and crayons and colored pencils were sprinkled throughout the pile, some of them Mike has never seen before. Guessing by the empty supply boxes on Abby’s desk, they belonged to you. 

He felt his anger dissipate, pinching the bridge of his nose before his body relaxed. You both looked…cute. Relaxed and happy. He was slightly jealous, never being able to draw with Abby without her complaining. But, it was nice that she liked you so much already. Mike had gently shook you awake, your eyes foggy as you blinked up at him. You had welcomed him home sleepily, mumbling something about dinner waiting for him on the kitchen counter. You had almost knocked heads with him as you sat up, rubbing your eyes sleepily as you started to clean up the mess. Mike had carried Abby into her bed before helping you, both of you working in silence until everything was done. He tried to hand your art supplies back to you, but you had simply shook your head and whispered that Abby can have them. 

He had walked you to your house, thanking you for watching Abby and making him food. You had shrugged him off with a yawn, being happy to do it again whenever he needed a babysitter. After that, it became routine. You came over in the mornings, helping Abby get ready for school as Mike got ready for work. Sometimes you’d bring over breakfast, preparing coffee and their lunches in the Schmidt kitchen before Mike left and you dropped Abby at school. It was domestic, something that Mike hadn’t had in his adult life or felt since he was a child. 

It was a nice thing to fall into. Something was comforting about you yelling at Mike before he left to not forget his lunch, shoving a warm thermos of coffee into his hands and hurriedly telling him to have a good day at work. He liked rushing out the door, hearing you calling Abby to not forget her pencil case on her desk and to bring her stuff to your car right before he closed it. It was nice to be taken care of for once. He didn’t feel embarrassed when a friendly coworker sat with him during their lunch break, asking him where his fancy lunches were suddenly coming from. He didn’t find it weird when he said you made it for him, but he wasn’t highly appreciative when they made teasing remarks about you being his mother or maid. 

Especially when you hangout with them, like a family. When you constantly got mistaken for his wife and Abby’s mother. He can’t keep track of how many times the three of you went to the mall or to the diner and a kind old woman or another parent came up to gush about how cute their little family was. It made you blush furiously and Mike was quick to say that he was Abby’s brother and you weren’t her mother. But the idea of it was nice, not being Abby’s father, but the idea of you being part of their family. You already acted like it, spending mornings and dinners with them and caring for them at every opportunity. Abby didn’t seem to mind the misunderstandings, looking up at the stranger before turning to you with a contemplative look and going back to whatever she was doing before.

The idea was cemented in his head for a while. It wasn’t until a Friday night, where he was coming home from a late shift, that he wanted to make it a reality. He had come home, walking through the door just as you walked out of Abby’s room. The two of you paused and looked at one another, a smile forming on your face as you mouthed that Abby was sleeping. Mike had nodded, mouth going dry at the sight of you. You were wearing a basic outfit, jeans and a hoodie. It was paired with one of Mike’s jackets, one he let you borrow after Abby accidently spilt something on one of your other hoodies last week. He had studied you, only breaking out of it when your voice reached his ears. 

“Why don’t you chill in the living room? I’ll heat up your food and get some beers. I’m sure some trashy reality show is on.”

So he did, he sat and you joined him with one of your amazing meals and two cans of cheap beer. You talked in hush whispers, snickering and making off handed comments as you watched the show. Sometime during it, Mike had turned to you, watching the way your face glowed from the TV and how your mouth formed the prettiest shapes as you laughed and smiled. After you had caught him looking, only turning to make another joke, he had gotten up from the couch to get the two of you another can of beer. 

He had stopped in his tracks when he entered the kitchen and saw the new picture on the fridge, front a center. It was obviously Abby’s, but Mike looked at it in astonishment. It had three people in it, him, Abby, and…you. Both you and Mike were behind Abby, but it was obvious the two of you were holding hands. All three of you were smiling and happy, each figure labeled with the corresponding name. Mike’s hand traced the rough crayon texture, a small smile forming on his face. You called his name and he quickly came back with the two beers. 

He sat closer to you this time, hand thrown over the back of the couch without looking at you. He had gulped loudly, hoping the TV ws loud enough to hide it. You had leaned into him, head falling to his shoulder so you could talk quietly and make comments. Between the beers and late night hours, the two of you had eventually fallen asleep. 

The next morning, Abby had found the both of you on the couch. The two of you had moved to a lying position, Mike’s arm draped lazily over your waist as your head nuzzled his chest. It made Abby smile, standing and watching what she hoped to be her new family. The moment quickly ended though as her stomach grumbled. 

“Mike! Wake up, I’m hungry!”

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always there for you- matt sturniolo

summary: on the surface, abigail’s relationship seems perfect. but there’s something about her boyfriend that the triplets just don’t like. and nobody hates oscar more than matt does

word count: 3.3k

pairing: matt sturniolo x abigail moore (oc-ish) Oscar Myles

note: found a really sweet friends-to-lovers prompt on pinterest and thought it’d be good for a matt fic. this fic ties in with the social media au on my other account. mentions of controlling & possessive boyfriend, aged up because of alcohol use [PLEASE READ THE FIRST SOCIAL MEDIA POST before this fic]

“Guys I have a great idea for our next video.” Nick walked into the living room where Matt and Chris were but neither of them lifted their heads or showed any signs of listening to the older triplet. “Did you guys even hear me?”

“Hmm? What?” Chris was the only one who responded. Matt’s eyes were glued to his phone.

“I said I had a great idea for the next video.” Nick looked at Matt then at Chris. “Is he okay?”

“Yes and no.”

“Clarify please.”

“Abigail texted me and said she wouldn’t be able to make it here today since she was going to be celebrating Oscar’s birthday with his family. Matt hasn’t stopped looking at the photo she posted on her Instagram story.”

“I don’t get what she sees in him. He’s a loser.” Matt huffed before dropping his phone and turning to face his siblings. “I need to go for a drive.” He grabbed his keys and stood up. “You guys want to come?”

“Uh, sure. I’ll go grab the equipment just in case we decide to film a video or something while we’re out.” Nick retreated to his bedroom to grab everything. Chris offered his brother a sympathetic look.

“Look, none of us like Oscar. But we do like Abigail and she’s happy. That should be what matters, right?”

“I just feel like she’s hiding something from us and I don’t like that. She was an open book before she met him and now, it’s like she’s closing herself off from us…from me.” he sighed and peered down at one of his tattoos. He had gotten it because Abigail was getting one and she begged him to get a matching one with her.

“Matthew, I got a question for you.” Abigail opened matt’s bedroom door without knocking, like always, and sat on his bed.

“What is it now?” he playfully rolled his eyes and turned in his chair to face her. Her smile instantly lighting up the room.

“I have an appointment for a tattoo in an hour and my parents are at work so they can’t drive me. So I was wondering if you would be the greatest best friend ever and drive me there.”

“Yeah. Just let me end this game and we can go.” He turned back to his monitor and quickly left his game. “Alright, let’s go.”

10 minutes later, they were waiting for Abigail’s appointment when she turned to him, gasping and grabbing his hand.

“Matt, you should get one with me!” she exclaimed.

“And what would I be getting?” he chuckled at her idea.

“Something that would match with mine.” She pulled out her phone to show him a picture. But when she looked up at him, her idea suddenly seemed dumb. “I mean, you don’t have to, since it’s kind of childish.”

“Do you really want me to get a matching tattoo?”

“Well, yeah. You’re my best friend and we should have something to solidify that fact. But if you don’t want to, then-“

“I’ll do it.” He smiled widely. “Anything for you, Abby.”

And that is how he ended up getting a small, but meaningful, baby triceratops on his left arm. He adored it to absolutely no end.

“Alright, bitches. Let’s go.” Nick walked out of his room and straight out to the car. Chris followed right behind him and took a second to send Abigail a text before Matt got in the car and began driving off to an undecided location.

~

Abigail was currently in the shower getting ready for the birthday celebration when her phone went off. Oscar looked over and saw Chris’ contact name and message pop up on the screen. He knew his girlfriend was close to the boys and he knew how much closer she was with Matt. So when they first started dating, he had asked her to limit how much she actually talked to him. When she didn’t listen to him, he gave her an ultimatum. She was to cut off contact with Matt or he would leave her. And seeing how it was her first real relationship, Abigail had to cut off ties with Matt.

So when Chris texted her to say hey, matt misses you like crazy. please call or something so he doesn’t do something stupid. you're the only one who can bring him out of this misery :( Oscar knew she had made the right choice. He felt a sense of pride.

That proud moment disappeared when he went through the conversation with Chris. There were tons of messages mentioning matt and just as many updates on how he was doing. Although they weren’t direct messages to Matt, Oscar felt his anger building up.

“Hey, babe. I’ll be ready in a few minutes. Then we can head out.” Abigail called from the bathroom while she worked on doing her makeup.

“Take your time, love. I’m in no hurry.” He went to lock her phone before she came out and saw he was reading through her messages but stopped when he saw her home wallpaper. It was a photo of her and Matt, a milkshake with two straws between them. He obviously couldn’t tell what had been said before the picture was taken but by the way they were both smiling at each other, he knew that there was clearly something between them. Was he wrong for making her stop talking to him? He didn’t care. Without thinking, he quickly changed her wallpaper to a picture of them and set her phone down just in time for her to walk out of the bathroom.

“Okay. I’m ready.” She smiled. He wanted to confront her about the wallpaper but her smile made him forget. “Pass me my phone.”

He handed the device to her and waited to see if she would notice the change. She did but she knew she shouldn’t show her emotions in front of him.

They walked out of the house and headed to his parents place. They were going to meet there and then drive to the restaurant together. Abigail was already dreading the car ride. Oscar’s parents didn’t think she was good enough for their golden child and they made zero effort to hide that from her. In fact, she was surprised when they invited her out for his birthday this year.

~

Later that night, the boys were in their usual filming location and were discussing future video ideas. Nick had the brilliant idea to film the conversation, just in case they forgot anything the next day.

“Chris, can you see if Abigail wants to be in our next video? She won’t reply to me for some reason.” Nick rolled his eyes.

“Maybe that’s because she’s tired of getting the weirdest texts from you in the middle of the night.” Matt smiled, thinking back to the day after she received the first few weird texts from Nick.

Abigail walked into Matt’s room and threw her self onto his bed dramatically. He was in the middle of a Fortnite game but he glanced over at her and chuckled. She was almost as dramatic as Nick but he thought it was adorable how dramatic she was.

“Matty, can I take a nap in your bed?” she flipped onto her stomach and rested her head in the palms of her hands. Matt took the final shot of the game and finally turned towards her.

“Why? What’s up, princess?”

“I couldn’t get back to sleep after Nick sent me like 50 of the strangest texts at 3 this morning. And I was having a really good dream too.” she pouted and switched to her back.

“What were you dreaming about?” Matt sat up against his headboard and patted the spot beside him. Abigail smiled and curled up into his side with her head in his lap. He stroked her hair as she began to explain her dream.

“You and I were somewhere in our 80s probably and we were still best friends. You and the boys were still making videos, but not as frequently, obviously. Um, I think I was married to Chris but when you’re 80 and living with triplets, it’s kind of hard to tell who you’re with.”

“So, are you saying you want to marry Chris sometime in the future?” Matt raised an eyebrow and looked down at his best friend.

“What? No of course not.”

“Well you said your dream was really good and then you said you were married to Chris. I think that’s what that means, doofus.”

“I said I think it was Chris.”

“Did he have tattoos?”

“Not that I could see.”

“Then it was Chris.” Matt couldn’t hold his laughter in anymore. “Wow. Didn’t know you felt that way about my brother.”

“I don’t. Shut up.” she turned her head away from him to hide her red cheeks. “Anyway, I was just really happy that we all stayed close that late in life. That’s what made it a good dream, jackass. Not that I was married to your brother.”

“Why wouldn’t you wanna marry Chris?”

“We’re getting off topic, Matthew. I came to talk about how annoying Nick is in the middle of the night. I mean I love him to death but a girl needs her beauty sleep.”

“You don’t need beauty sleep.” He smiled sheepishly at her as she turned to face him.

“Matt, I’m being serious.”

“Yeah. So am I.” he hoped his tone of voice would convey his message and when she sat up to look at him, he knew she understood. He wanted to kiss her right then and there but Nick had to interrupt their moment, however brief it had been.

“Matt, your phone is ringing.”  Matt shook himself out of the memory and glared at Nick for interrupting again. “Do not give me that look. Just answer your phone.”

Matt pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at the screen. “It’s Abby.” The car went silent as Matt contemplated what to do.

“Answer it, dumbass.” Chris hit the accept button and pushed it up to Matt’s ear.

“Hello?”

~

Dinner with Oscar’s parents was a disaster. No surprise there. They’ve never had a successful meal together. But this one in particular really got on Abigail’s nerves. They were constantly bringing up Oscar’s last girlfriend and saying how they wished he had stayed with her instead. Abigail felt incredibly defeated and Oscar did nothing to defend her.

After the dinner with his parents, Oscar and Abigail were expected to meet some of his friends at the bar to finish off the night with a strong celebration. At least some of his friends were fun to be around, drunk or not.

However, Abigail found herself at a booth with some of the other girlfriends and a handful of the single guys from the group. She barely knew these people and she tried to start conversations with all of them but nobody would respond. Nothing she said had piqued their interest. So she made her way over to the bar and ordered herself a few drinks.

Halfway through her 5th drink of the night, she decided to talk to Oscar about why he changed her wallpaper. As she approached him and his group of friends, they all gave her a disgusted look.

“Oscar, baby, can I talk to you outside for a minute?” she pulled at the sleeves of her shirt, suddenly becoming nervous under the watch of strangers.

“Sure thing, babe.” He downed the shot he was holding and followed his girlfriend outside. When they could finally hear each other again, Abigail looked at him and sighed.

“Why did you change my wallpaper, Oscar? Were you going through my phone again?”

“No. Of course not. I trust you.”

“Uh huh. Then why is my home screen a picture of us instead of what it was?”

“You mean a picture of you and your real boyfriend?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Matt. You two have a thing, it’s obvious. And I’m tired of being lied to. I know you two are talking.”

“What the fuck, Oscar? I haven’t spoken a word to Matt in months because I’ve been busy being a good girlfriend to you. You asked me to cut off contact with him and that’s exactly what I did.”

“If you haven’t talked to him, then why was he your home screen photo?”

“I happen to like that picture. It was one of the few moments in my life where I had nothing to worry about. But now, I feel so isolated in my life. I can’t even have my own friends.”

“Yes you can.”

“Um, no the fuck I can’t. Every time I make a friend, you command that I stop talking to that person. You’re controlling and I think that maybe this relationship needs to end.”

“Come on, baby. You don’t mean that.” Oscar reached out to grab her shoulders and she stepped back.

“Yes, I actually do. It’s about time I get my own life back.”

“Whatever. I don’t need you. There’s plenty of better, prettier fish in the sea anyway.” He shoved past her roughly and headed back into the bar. When he was gone, Abigail slid against the wall and broke down. She pulled out her phone and dialed Chris’ number. When he didn’t answer, she tried Nick. He didn’t pick up and she suddenly felt lost. Then she remembered Matt. Her fingers flew across the keypad due to muscle memory and soon enough, the phone was ringing.

“Hello?” she heard Matt’s voice and continued sobbing. “Abby, are you okay? Where are you?”

“Bar.” Was all she managed to get out before the line was cut off. “Matt?” No answer. “Great. Just fucking perfect.”

~

“You don’t even know where she is, Matt. How are you going to find her?” Chris leaned against the car door and looked at his brother.

“I’m going to need your phone, obviously. I’ll just track her location.”

“Why don’t I just come with you so I can navigate for you.”

“No. It needs to be me, and me only.” Matt gripped the steering wheel tightly.

“What if Oscar tries to fight you? What are you going to do?”

“I don’t care. As long as Abby is safe, I don’t care what happens to me.”

“Okay then. Go save her.” Chris tapped the top of the car and watched his brother fly out of the driveway.

Matt ran through every possible scenario he could think of that would get Abby to call him in tears. And every single one of them made his heart ache. He hated knowing that he had let her stay with Oscar this long, knowing what he was capable of.

As he pulled up to where Abigail’s location pinged, he saw her sitting against the building with her knees to her chest. Her head was resting against them and he could tell she was crying solely by the way her body was shaking. He got out of the car and approached her quickly. Her head jerked up when she heard footsteps and the sight of her face alone was enough to make him want to go into the bar and kick the shit out of Oscar. But he held back, knowing she needed him more right now.

“Y-you came?” she wiped as much of her tears away as she could.

“Of course I did. You called.” He held out his hand for her and she just looked at it like it was foreign. “Come on. Let’s go for a walk. That diner you love is right around the corner and I know you’re probably craving a burger right now.”

“And a milkshake?” she asked, wiping away the few tears that remained.

“And a milkshake.” He chuckled when she cheered and grabbed his hand. Neither of them wanted to let go of the others hand but it was bound to happen when they sat at the table. They ordered and ate their food slowly.. As they finished, Matt looked up to see a worried look on Abigail’s face.

“I broke up with Oscar.”

“Oh. Well, do you wanna talk about it? Maybe tell me why?”

“I realized he was too controlling and whenever I wouldn’t listen to one of his rules, he would lash out and throw things at me. It wasn’t a healthy relationship and I hate myself for taking this long to realize it.”

“You don’t need to hate yourself. Love will blind you and make you do crazy things sometimes.” He chuckled lightly and noticed her crack a smile.

“That’s not even the worst part. The thing that made me realize how toxic he was is when he changed my wallpaper a few hours ago because he didn’t like what it was.”

“What was it?”

“It’s a picture of you and me, in this very diner, sharing a laugh over a milkshake. It’s my favorite picture so I changed it back to that.”

“I love that picture.” He smiled and looked at her phone as she held it out to him. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“You don’t need to apologize. It’s not your fault. You didn’t force me to stay with him.”

“But it kind of is my fault.” He sighed. “If I had just been honest about my feelings from the start, then you never would’ve dated him in the first place.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing. It’s not important. Let’s go.” He went to stand up but Abigail grabbed his hand and pulled him down next  to her.

“Matthew Bernard, tell me what you mean by that.”

“Fine.” He took a deep breath and looked down at their matching tattoos. “If I had just told you how I felt, then maybe you and I would’ve been together and you never would’ve met that asshole. The whole time you were with him, I kept hoping and wishing you would realize that I would treat you way better than he ever could. You deserve nothing less than royal treatment because you are a princess and I love you.”

“Matt, I don’t-“

“Yeah. I get it. You don’t feel the same way. I’ve heard it all before.” He looked everywhere but her face. “Can we go home now?”

“We can leave after I speak.” She grabbed his face and made him look at her. Her eyes locked on his and her thumbs rested gently on his cheeks. “You are a fucking dumbass.”

“Come again?”

“You can’t just confess your feelings for me and then think that you’re the only one who feels that way. You didn’t even ask how I felt.”

“How do you feel?”

“Honestly, when it comes to you, it’s hard to summarize all of the feelings. One moment is not enough for me to tell you just how much you mean to me. It would take me thousands of lifetimes to tell you just how much I love you. And if I spent the rest of eternity trying to tell you, I still would not accurately portray how amazing you are and all of the reasons why I love you.”

“Wow. I have no idea what to say to that.” Matt chuckled and looked deep into her eyes.

“Then don’t say anything.” She smiled and leaned in closer. When their lips met, she felt the safest she had ever been in her life. Every moment that involved Oscar from the last 2 years of her life were completely erased from her mind as she knew this is where she was always meant to be.

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[roses-for-rosalyn]

Five Minutes

Abby Anderson x You

minors DNI (please bro)

whipped this up really quick because it's pride month bitches! 🌈 Now it's midnight and I have to wake up early tomorrow, but I will admit I did love writing this so much. Enjoy <3

word count: 1.7k

content warnings: mentions of oral (Abby receiving hehe), mirror sex, fingering (r! receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, little bit of nipple play, neck kissing, and no use of y/n

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Your eyes flutter open to the sound of steady breathing. Your head is laying on a warm chest, Abby’s chest. You have no idea how you managed to stay in the same position all night, you didn’t move an inch. Must have been the deepest sleep you’ve had in forever. You check the time and see you woke up just early enough to give yourself plenty of time to get ready before patrol. 

You slowly sit up, kneeling next to Abby. Her hair is down and sprawled across the pillow and her face is so incredibly calm. You give yourself a few seconds to admire her rare state of tranquility, and then move quietly to go get ready. You tip-toe to the bathroom and shut the door quietly, flick the light on and glance in the mirror, assessing the damage from the night before. Your hair was wild, tangles and knots making it look like a rat’s nest, most likely from Abby roughly tugging it. And– Oh, you had almost forgotten, probably also from her holding onto it for dear life, your name slipping from her lips as you ate her out with more ferocity than you had ever thought yourself capable of. 

She rarely let you return the favor like that, she would usually put the focus back on you as quickly as possible. After last night you’re not sure how she’s going to be able to hold you back now. The sound of her little grunts and moans were ingrained in your brain, thinking about it now has you clenching your thighs together…

Focus. Fix Hair. You turn on the sink and wet your hands and run them through your hair to dampen it. You comb your fingers through the tangles trying to smooth it down and eventually you give up. You quickly fashion it into a bun and then begin brushing your teeth. 

You had just finished brushing your teeth when the door slowly opened revealing a groggy Abby. She has a little smile on her face, eyes still heavy from sleep. She looks absolutely adorable. You smile back and she walks behind you, resting her head on your shoulder. She wraps her strong arms around your stomach, pulling you closer to her. She looks at you through the mirror, still smiling before putting her mouth right next to your ear and whispering, “Leaving me so soon?” You can feel her warm breath fan down your neck instantly giving you butterflies. 

“You know I have patrol Abs, I would stay here if I could.” She ignores you and starts planting light kisses down the side of your neck. Your eyes flutter closed and you melt into her instantly. 

She makes her way back up to your ear and murmurs “Then we better make the most of the time we have.” She starts gently sucking the delicate skin on your neck, her teeth barely grazing it causing you to groan. You start to pull away but Abby has you locked in her insanely strong grip. It almost wasn’t fair.

“I don-'' Just as you start to protest, she moves her hand up your shirt and starts teasing your nipple causing you to gasp. She knows exactly what she’s doing. “Abby.” You barely manage to gasp out, god she has you incapacitated and she barely has to do anything. “I do-I don’t ha-have time for this.” She pinches your sensitive nipple between her thumb and forefinger and you have to hold back a moan. You know any noises you make will encourage her, so you’re trying your best to hold back. 

“Come on baby, you just need to give me five minutes. Look how worked up I have you already.” She laughs a little, teasing you. 

“F-fine.” She was right, at this point the ache between your legs had grown impossible to ignore. There was no way you were walking out the door in this state, and you definitely had five minutes, you woke up very early. You had hoped it would give you time to shower, but this worked too. 

“Knew you would give in to me sweetheart.” She purrs. Her hand slowly slides down your shorts to cup your throbbing cunt over your underwear. She moves her hand up and down your slit, teasing you over your underwear. You close your eyes and let out a whimper, silently begging for her to soothe your achey cunt. “Look in the mirror.” You open your eyes meeting Abby’s intense gaze through the mirror. “You’re gonna watch yourself come. If you close your eyes or look away I stop, got it?” Arousal floods to your core at the command, you’re practically dripping down your thighs just from her words.

“Got it.” You barely manage a nod and Abby finally moves her hand under the hem of your underwear. She moves her finger up your slit, barely teasing your sensitive clit. You watch her face as she lets out a small gasp at the feeling of your soaked cunt. “God you’re so desperate for me sweetheart, barely had to do anything and you’re dripping down your thighs.” You whimper, her raspy morning voice causing you to clench around nothing.

She starts circling her finger around your sensitive bud painfully slowly. Your eyes start to close and you melt further into Abby before she halts her movements. Your eyes snap open and you see Abby staring at you through the mirror with a stern expression. “What did I say? I know you need to leave soon, keep those eyes open so I can finish up sweetheart.” You nod and Abby continues, shifting her focus back down to your drenched pussy. 

She starts to move her finger in smaller, tighter circles and you let out a moan. Your clit is so sensitive you start to clench your thighs together. Abby notices and uses her feet to spread your legs further apart, forcing you to endure the overstimulation. You have to resist the urge to lean your head back on her shoulder, not wanting her to stop again. She uses her other hand to pull your tank top up revealing your breasts. She massages the soft skin and teases your nipple, drawing circles around it before pinching it lightly, your hips buck into her hand at the action. She continues her relentless attack on your sensitive clit as she roughly pinches and squeezes your nipples and you can feel the pleasure in your belly building. You start to moan louder indicating to Abby you were close. The sight in the mirror of Abby’s strong arms wrapped around you, one in your shorts and the other roughly grabbing your breast only brought you closer to the edge. You could see the way her muscles flexed and moved as she gripped onto you. The pleasure in your stomach has almost hit an unbearable peak as Abby starts kissing and sucking on your neck again. “Come for me baby, please come for me.” She breathes into your neck, and you do. Pleasure completely consumes you in waves, your hips bucking into Abby’s hand. You throw your head back and scrunch your eyes closed moaning as each wave moves through your body. Abby doesn’t slow her hand down for a second. When you start to come down, you try to squirm away, oversensitive from your intense orgasm, but she doesn’t let up. “Abby,” you breathe out, “I h-have to go.” 

“Just give me one more and then you can leave, baby.” You whine as she continues rubbing your overly sensitive clit. 

“O-ok.” She smirks and then moves you forward against the vanity. She removes her hand from your cunt and uses both her hands to gently rub up and down your arms. 

“Gonna take these off.” She grabs the hem of your shorts and underwear and pulls them down at the same time. She pulls your tank top all the way off too, she knows how much you like it when your naked body is exposed whilst she remains fully dressed. Made you feel like you were completely at her mercy. She moves her hands up from your hips to your stomach and massages your cleavage. She pulls you back a little by the hips and leans you down so your upper body is laying against marble vanity, your cheek pressed to the surface. The feeling of the cold stone against your nipples makes you let out a little gasp. 

Abby wastes no time as runs her finger up and down your slit gathering your arousal before circling your tight entrance. Once you relax for her she slowly inserts her finger, aiming downwards to hit your g-spot perfectly. A moan slips through your lips and Abby moves her finger in and out of you at a slow pace. Before long Abby slips a second finger in, you gasp at the sudden intrusion, her thick fingers opening you up further.

 “So perfect for me sweetheart, taking my fingers so well.” She starts moving her fingers a bit faster, hitting that sensitive, spongy spot at each thrust. Her grip on your hip is so hard you’re sure you’ll have bruises, but it only increased your pleasure. “Think you can take another baby?” Your walls clench around her fingers at the question, answering it for you, still you reply with a shaky “Y-yes Abby.” At that Abby adds a third finger, you let out a borderline pornographic moan, loud enough that the neighbors most definitely heard. She fucks a moan out of you at each thrust, splitting you open with her thick fingers. You felt so, so full. your climax was beginning to build up again, fast. Abby starts moving her fingers faster as she feels you tighten around her. The sound of your own moans was so loud you almost didn’t notice Abby had started gasping and grunting at the sound of her fingers moving in and out of you. “A-Abby I’m gonna-” Once you heard her little sounds you were sent over the edge. Your orgasm completely taking over. 

You whimper something to the effect of “Fuck, Abby, fuck.” over and over as your orgasm rips through you a second time. Abby slows down, still moving her fingers until you come down.

 She sucks her fingers clean with a satisfied hum before casually saying “Get dressed sweetheart, don’t wanna be late.” 

comments always appreciated and I am open to any requests rn. Hope ur pride month is going well rahhhhh 🌈🔥💪

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

The Sounds of Justice (2)

Warnings: canon typical violence, cursing, non-consensual drugging, descriptions of character death, car crashes, lying, manipulation, mentions and descriptions of jail, guns, yandere themes, mafia AU, mafia Rafael Barba (trust me, he needs the warning), mentions of rape (not to the reader), and unwanted advances (nothing happens to the reader).

Chapter 2

“I’m so glad I travelled in the car with you two,” you yawned as Torres finished parking the car.  Ellie had woken you up by prodding you with her finger until you stirred from the front passenger seat.

“Because we’re the most charming of the team?”  Torres grinned.

“Not just that.  If I were in the car with Tony and Ziva, I probably would have a few more bruises and I wouldn’t have been able to get any sleep at all.”

Torres shuddered, “I’ve heard about her driving.”

“I haven’t.  What’s it like?”

“Effective.”  You eventually answered.

“That’s the best way to describe it,” Torres agreed.  “I think Gibbs is the only one who can beat her in the driving category.”

“You have no idea,” you stretched.  “Being in a car with both of them is not on my to-do list.”

“I’ll tell them you said that.” Bishop winked after she’d opened her door.

You gaped at her in mock betrayal, “And after I fed you.”  You gasped dramatically.  “Is there no decency in the world anymore?”

“None.”  Torres deadpanned as the two of you climbed out of the car.  “That’s why we’re here.”

Your amusement evaporated instantly, “Right.” You exhaled, stepping onto the footpath.  Abby had done some digging and brought up the fact that this case shared a few similarities to three others around the tri-state area.  There didn’t appear to be any pattern yet but you knew Abby would keep digging until she found something that connected them all.

Within minutes you saw another two cars approaching you.  One was a dark blue sedan and the other was a white station wagon.  It wasn’t hard to make out the faces of Ducky, Palmer, Abby, Gibbs, Tony, Ziva, and McGee in the different cars.  As soon as Abby saw the three of you, she waved.

You felt some of your previous amusement returning as you noticed that Ziva was driving the dark blue sedan.  You nudged Bishop with your elbow and she smirked before nudging Torres with hers.  The agent coughed and focused on the pavement for a few moments.

Once Ziva had finished parking and the car was stationary, Tim opened his door and bolted out of the car, “Never again.”  He vowed, standing next to you.  “I would rather experience another pointless department meeting than be forced to endure Ziva’s driving again.  Not only that, but I had to spend three hours and forty-five minutes listening to Tony ramble on about classic movies and listen to him doing impressions of his favourite characters for the whole drive.”

Bishop struggled to conceal her sniggering and McGee peered around you to glare at her, “You think that’s funny Bishop?  Just for that, we’re swapping.  You’re riding with Ziva and Tony and I’m riding with (Name) and Torres.”

Bishop controlled her laughter as the other members of the NCIS team joined you on the pavement.  Gibbs looked at you, “What are you waiting for?  This case isn’t going to solve itself.”

Recognising the order in that sentence, you turned to face the building that had been behind you and your team walked towards the entrance.

As expected, the 16th precinct was a hub of bustling activity.  The second you stepped into the squad room; many heads turned to face you.  This may have been because a woman with long brown hair and a sergeant’s badge clipped to her belt had come over to you.

“Welcome to Manhattan.  My name is Detective Olivia Benson.”

Your boss stepped forwards, “I’m Special Agent Gibbs.  This is Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, Special Agent Tim McGee, Special Agent Ziva David, Special Agent Nick Torres, Special Agent Ellie Bishop, and Special Agent (Name) (Surname).  Our ME team are Abby Sciuto, Dr. Donald Mallard, and Dr. Jimmy Palmer.”

“Call me Ducky,” Ducky ordered as he stretched out his hand to Olivia.  “Everyone does.”

Olivia shook Ducky’s hand with a smile, “I’d like you to meet my team.”  She beckoned them over.

The first man to reach you nodded in greeting and held out a hand to shake, “Detective Fin Tutuola.  Call me Fin.”  He had brown skin; one pierced ear and his dark hair was tied in a ponytail that rested on the back of his neck.  Your first impression of the man was that he had a very low tolerance for bullshit and called things as he saw them.

Next to introduce themselves was a tall man with slicked back blond hair, “Names Dominick Carisi Junior, but everyone calls me Sonny.”  He said with a grin.

“You don’t happen to be from Brooklyn do you?”  Tony probed.

“As a matter of fact I do.  How did you know?”

Tony shrugged, “I’ve always been particularly good at identifying accents.”

The next and last person to introduce themselves was a blonde woman, “Detective Amanda Rollins.  Everyone calls me Amanda except for the boss when she’s angry.”  She whispered conspiratorially.

You liked her immediately.  It seemed to be a long running joke between Amanda and Olivia because the lieutenant simply raised her eyebrows and stared at the detective.

Sonny gazed around the bullpen, “Barba’s not here.  He must--”

“I would rather you didn’t speak for me when I am here and quite capable of talking for myself, Detective Carisi.” A voice cut in smoothly.

“It’s obvious that you don’t have a problem with talking.” Sonny snarked.  The other man pretended not to hear him.

“Barba,” Olivia said in a mixture of surprise and relief.  “I thought you weren’t coming in today.”

The smirk that the new arrival wore seemed a little forced to your eyes, “Yes.  Circumstances fortunately changed.”

“Sorry to hear about the death in your family.”   Sonny offered sympathetically.

Now you were certain that the smirk was forced, “Unfortunately, it was just a matter of time.  Let’s move onto other things, shall we?”

Olivia quickly introduced you to Barba and then she introduced Barba to you.  The moment when she mentioned that Rafael was an ADA that worked alongside them, you knew Gibbs’ opinion of the man took a nosedive.  And you knew why.

You shared a meaningful glance with Ziva, Tony, and McGee.  You knew you were all thinking about Rule 13.  You wondered if Bishop and Torres were doing the same thing.

“We understand that you found one of our people of interest,” Fin stated.

“Yeah.  But he wasn’t exactly in a talking mood when he was found.”

“And that is where we come in!” Abby stated energetically.

“Indeed.” Ducky agreed, “Could you please direct us to your ME’s office?”

“Of course.  I’ll take you there now,” Sonny voiced.  You noticed Abby’s fingers wiggling in excitement and just knew that it was a matter of time before she was in command of the machines in the department.

“There are other things that we need to discuss in my office.”

Gibbs stared at you all before he followed the lieutenant, “Play nice.”

Tony put on his most endearing grin, “Always do boss.”

From the look on Gibbs’ face, it was clear that he disagreed with that statement and he was choosing not to argue with it right now because the case was more important.  The door to Olivia’s office closed silently but the blinds let out a rattle as the door closed.

“I get the feeling your boss doesn’t like our ADA.”  Fin spoke up.

“It’s nothing personal,” McGee assured him.  “It’s just that the boss has a list of rules.”

Amanda frowned, “What rules could he possibly have that make him dislike Barba?”

“Rule 13.”  You, Tony, McGee, and Ziva chorused.

“Is anyone going to explain to me what that means?” Barba huffed.

McGee, Tony, and Ziva all focused on you.  You glared at them, making sure that they were well aware of your displeasure when it came to being forced to answer this question before facing Barba and preparing yourself for the inevitable explosion, “It means “Don’t involve lawyers”.”

“Isn’t that nice?  I’ll be in my office if anyone needs me.”

“Sorry about him,” Amanda apologised when she was certain he was out of earshot.  “He seems abrasive but Barba’s a good guy.  He’s passionate about what he does and he’s nearly unstoppable in court.”

“I’d be pissed off too if someone insulted my livelihood without knowing me as a person.”  Fin added.

“It’s a specific rule because we had a lawyer intercept a report from one of our team.”  Tony argued hotly.

Wanting to ensure that the collaboration between the SVU and NCIS teams continued to run smoothly, you jumped into the conversation, “There’s also Rule 51.”

“And that is?”

“Sometimes you’re wrong.”

“You might want to tell Barba about that rule if you want his continued cooperation.”  Fin advised.

“Good point.”

“Out of curiosity, how many rules are there?” Amanda asked.

“Ninety-nine.”  Torres answered.

“Ninety-nine what?” Sonny asked as he reappeared in the room.

“Of their boss’ rules.”  Amanda explained, pointing at the six of you.

“Most of us have our own rules as well.”  McGee revealed, “(Name)’s #1 is don’t piss off an expert in their field.  And yes, that includes Ducky and Abby.”

“All the more reason that I should explain the reasoning behind Rule 13 and mention Rule 51.  How do I get to Barba’s office?”

“I’d take you.”  Sonny offered, “But I think it’s better if you let Barba cool off first and have some coffee.”

[happyandticklish]

A New Dynamic of Power

Notes: Commission for the art god, @ssnicker-doodless. Joel is my fucking GUY and I was more than down to write him losing it from a couple tickles, and so, here you are~ Thanks again for commissioning, it helps out a lot ^^

Summary: Joel wants to make soup. Sheila wants to explore her newfound strength. Abby wants to move out. 

He hadn’t meant to make the noise, or move back quite as suddenly as he had, but both events had occurred in quick succession and now Joel was left to face the oncoming consequences.

“What was that?”

All hopes that perhaps the actions had gone unnoticed disappeared instantly. Joel straightened, leaning back against the kitchen counter subtly to further their distance. His side wouldn’t stop tingling either, which wasn’t helping matters in the slightest. In fact, if anything they seemed to be on high alert now, his nerves racing to the forefront to warn him of oncoming danger.

“What was what?”

“That sound you just made.”

“I didn’t make a sound.”

“You absolutely did, it was a squeaking, yelp-y sound, like the kind the neighbor’s dog makes when it’s left out at night.”

“Maybe it was the dog—it gets left out during the day too, y’know.”

Sheila gave him a look and Joel offered a placating smile, hoping it would be enough to persuade her.

He wasn’t entirely sure how they had gotten here, only that he wanted to be not here as soon as possible. It had started with soup. A simple recipe for tomato soup, something nice and easy after the fiasco of the other day; a murder threat seemed like a decent enough cause to justify it. And it would have continued to be a fairly simple afternoon making it, had Sheila not come in then and had he not felt a hand press into his side urging him to move out of the way.

Now, a murder threat seemed like an easier problem to defuse.

She reached out again and he flinched back, hand raising slightly from his previously gripped position on the counter. A fatal mistake.

“Okay, now what was that?”

“A reflex?” Joel said lamely. He kept his hand raised protectively, instinct and reason battling inside him as he debated whether or not it would be a good idea to bolt. He doubted he’d make it that far—Sheila was far too fast at this point—and even if he did, it would only raise further suspicion. “Honey, you’re making a bigger deal out of this than it needs to be, Abby’s gonna be home soon and I haven’t started on dinnehER!”

The last word pitched into a choked shriek as reached out for the same spot again, barely even brushing the skin before Joel had jerked back into the ledge of the counter. His smile was growing, big and nervous and far too obvious now as realization clicked in her eyes.

“Ah.”

“Sheila—”

“I don’t know how I always forget about that.” She was still approaching him as she talked, that casual, predator walk that usually Joel cared for but was finding to be quite inconvenient in this moment. “You know, I was coming in here to suggest we do something else, but as I now have a sudden urge to hear whatever that noise was again, we may have to postpone.”

Joel was backed up against the counter now, grabbing onto the edge of it as though it would provide him any form of protection. “Sheila,” he tried again, a note of pleading in his voice that he didn’t entirely mean. Excitement and panic were fighting for dominance in his stomach and he felt queasy trying to reconcile the two. “Look, this is hardly fair. You have supernatural strength now, which puts us in an unfair disposition that I really think we should consider before we make any hasty decisions.”

Sheila quirked an eyebrow, finally reaching him and placing a hand on either side of the counter. “It’s not a hasty decision if I’ve thought it through—and based on the look on your face, you’re thinking about it quite a lot right now.”

A red flush dusted the tops of Joel’s ears and he shifted uneasily in the small amount of space he was given between her arms. “Okay, yes, so maybe not hasty, but it’s certainly not an even fight—how am I supposed to defend myself?”

Casually, she enfolded his hand in hers against the counter, effectively pinning it. “I don’t think the point is for you to defend yourself.”

Joel swallowed. “Well.”

“In fact, I think this may be the first time that I’ll be able to finally get revenge without you getting in the way.”

The smile was a grin now, a nervous, twitchy thing that did very little to hide his obvious nerves. “Can’t we talk about this? I haven’t tickled you in a while, that has to count for something.”

Sheila wrapped an arm around his waist with her other hand, curling her fingers carefully into his hip. The jump the action produced did not go unnoticed. “Yes, but I’m not the one who likes it, now am I?”

A few, anticipatory giggles slipped out and Joel wished he could reach out in the air and shove them back down his throat to save himself even a modicum of dignity. He knew how foolish this looked, and he desperately hoped the bus ran late to spare him from Abby’s arrival both interrupting and taking advantage of the moment.

“That was told in confidence,” Joel defended weakly, twitching as her fingers drummed against his side. It was hardly anything, but each touch of her fingers sent a thrill of ticklish energy coursing up his spine. He wanted to squirm away, shove her off, protest, anything, but he was like a deer in headlights, trapped under the dangerous glow.

It was less of a tap and more of a skritching motion now, and Joel bit his lip to hold back the laughter subtly slipping through. It was both annoying and wonderful how much it tickled already.

At the beginning of Sheila’s transformation, something like, this show of their new power dynamic, might have bothered him. Now, he found himself more than willing to give himself over to it.

“You know, Abby’s bus arrives here in five minutes,” Sheila said, smiling after a pinch to his hip had his arm jerking against her hold. “We could stay down here and wait for our daughter to hold this over our heads for the rest of our lives, or we could go upstairs and grab those cuffs from my drawer and continue this there?”

Joel huffed out a sound somewhere between a scoff and a giggle, cringing under the pinches to his side. “And if she h-hehears us?”

“I guess you’ll just have to keep quiet then.”

Fingers scribbled quickly up his sides then, just teasing at the edges of his ribs, and Joel yelped, scrambling back into the counter to get away. A part of him knew that there was no way he could keep quiet for this, and an even greater part of him didn’t care.

 A choked shriek slipped out as she continued the ascent up his ribs, a climb that was turning out to be far too ticklish for him to handle. “So? What’s it gonna be?”

Five minutes later, Abby’s bus arrived, and seven minutes later she walked into the kitchen to find a half opened can of soup and the cupboard door swinging open. An additional minute would provide the sound of hushing giggles that seemed to imply rather heavily that there was some kind of middle school sleepover happening in her parents’ bedroom.

She rolled her eyes, snagging the soup off the counter and providing it a safe haven in a pan.

“Idiots.”

[adamruz]

Ask Me Again

Word Count: 1121

A/N: I have to give credit where credit is due and this idea stemmed from a video that Agnes (burzekspd) shared on Twitter of Abby and Luka from ER. @piscesgirl87 and I talked yesterday about this being something we’d love to see for Burzek and it got the wheels turning last night at midnight when I was trying to fall asleep. I think this is the fastest I’ve ever churned out a fic. 😂

Adam was upstairs reading Makayla a story before bed, while Kim relaxed on the couch, catching up on her favorite show on the DVR. The two of them still hadn’t defined their relationship, but they ended up in each other’s beds more nights than not in the four months since moving into the new house. Most of those nights, they stayed up talking about everything, from why their first engagement didn’t work to how they wanted to make sure they got it right this time around. Makayla was even starting to notice a difference in their relationship. They were flirting with each other more and would occasionally call each other ‘babe’ or ‘baby’. Both had even heard from Kevin about various times Makayla saw them kiss while they thought they were being secretive.

Adam came downstairs and plopped down on the couch beside Kim. “Ask me again,” she blurted out.

Adam was confused, trying to rack his brain to remember what question to repeat. “Did you still want to drive to work tomorrow?”

“Adam,” Kim said, clearly annoyed.

Adam was completely clueless at this point. “What? That’s the last thing I asked you. Or at least I thought it was?”

Kim chuckled at how he wasn’t following what she wanted him to do. It was something that he had done four times before in his life, twice to her, and one time she immediately shot him down, but she was ready now. She turned to face him, gently took his face in her hands, and repeated, “Ask me again and I know you know what I mean. Think!” She was staring into his eyes, trying to send her thoughts telepathically to him. He was always so in tune with what was going on in her head, but he was really lacking at this crucial time.

After about a minute, but what felt like hours to Kim, she saw the wheels turning in his head and she could tell he knew just what she wanted. “Okay, I’m finally tracking, but I need to go upstairs to grab something.” 

He jumped off the couch and she quietly yelled after him, “Don’t you dare wake Mack up! She has her first spelling test tomorrow and needs her rest.” She had no idea if he heard her because that was the fastest she’s seen him move since the suspect they chased last week. He was back downstairs within seconds, holding a small box that she instantly recognized in his hand and tears began to form in her eyes. “You kept it? After all this time?”

“Are you kidding? Of course I did. Come here.” Kim got off the couch and she placed her hands in his.

He was about to get down on one knee, but she interrupted with, “Wait, can I give a speech first?”

“I’m not sure this is how it works darlin’, but sure.”

She took a deep breath to try and calm her nerves. “I know we’ve talked about the push test and how that ruined us the first time around, but I think a little voice in my head kept wanting to give you more tests as the years went on and you passed them all with flying colors. First, it was with our baby. You stepped up and wanted to be in their life even though we weren’t together. You were with me every step of the way, even after the miscarriage. Then there was Makayla and agreeing to be her guardian when we had hit a rough patch, but you protected her the best way you knew how when I was missing. You then slept on my couch for months to help me with her and I could never repay you for that.”

Adam interjected softly, “Babe, don’t forget it was a very small and uncomfortable couch.”

She rolled her eyes. “I know. You bought this house and have spent every day off making the swingset of our daughter’s dreams and checking off my list of projects around the house. You’ve just stood by my side after everything we’ve been through and I always just tried to push you away. You’ve seen me at my absolute worst and that still didn’t even make you walk away.”

Adam swallowed at an attempt to prevent himself from getting choked up. “Is it so hard to believe that I did all of that because I love you? I’d do anything for you and Makayla, you know that. I love you.”

“I love you too.” At the same time, they looked over to the steps to see Makayla in her pajamas, holding her platypus, watching and giggling at them. “Adam, I told you not to wake her up!”

“I didn’t, I swear,” he answered to defend himself.

Makayla added her reasoning, “He ran into something upstairs, said a bad word, and I woke up.” Her answer made Kim laugh.

“Oh, I forgot about that, sorry kiddo. Come over here. You should be here for this anyways, no matter what your mom thinks.” Makayla ran over and took a seat on the couch. 

“Okay, is it my turn now,” Adam impatiently demanded. Kim nodded in return. “This is going to be quick because I just want to get to the question. You changed my life the moment we met and she changed our lives the moment we found her on the street. And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with my two favorite girls. It was always going to be you, Kim.” Adam went down on one knee, opened up the ring box, and asked, “Kim Burgess, will you marry me?”

Kim responded in a volume that might have woken up the entire neighborhood, but she didn’t care. “YES! Of course, I’ll marry you!” He slid the ring on her finger for a second time and it was even sweeter than the first. Kim practically pulled him up off of his knee and enveloped him in a sweet kiss.

“What about me,” Makayla asked innocently. They laughed and Adam bent down to pick her up. The three of them wrapped themselves into a big hug. “Can I call Uncle Kevin to tell him? Please!!”

“No, it’s too late, bud, but you can do it first thing in the morning during breakfast. You need to get back to bed.”

“Okay mom.” Makayla jumped down from their arms and started to walk back upstairs. “Goodnight mom, goodnight dad.”

“Did she just call me dad?” Adam was trying hard to contain his excitement over the first time being called dad by his soon-to-be official daughter.

“Yes, she sure did and soon enough, I’ll be able to call you my husband.”

[secretwritingbullshit]

My husband’s step-grandmother’s sister’s husband reads palms.

I’ve never had a fortune teller or tarot card reading or anything like that, never felt like spending my money on something so scammy.

But this was free and I was at his house last weekend, so I threw my palms in front of his face and told him to go ahead and hurt my feelings.

He ran his fingers over the creases of my life reflected in my skin, and just said “oh.”

He asked me what happened when I was 17. Naturally, I assumed he was talking about my health. Seventeen is the year I was put in a wheelchair and started on meds and lost the life I had known to live in. He said “no, not that. Your lifeline reflects the split you lived through with your health. I’m looking at your love line. You didn’t just experience a heart break, Marissa your soul was shattered. This split is deeper than your health.”

Ah. That.

In just a second, my mind raced through years of suppressed events. I tried not to show it on my face because, ya know.. he’s my husband’s family. But my psyche threw me into my past full force.

The first time I ever heard his name it was passing through Susan’s fourteen year old lips. “Ashley likes this guy, but he doesn’t like her.. she’s trying to get me to talk to him to see why.. but now he kind of likes ME and I don’t know what to do!!” The first time I ever saw him, at Town Center Mall with Susan, Stella and Christian. We were walking through the food court and they were standing outside of Macy’s mens & furniture store. “Hey, I’m Jimmy.” The first time I ever went to his house. He was the first boy who’s room I was ever in. I was with Ashley and Susan, and I was laying on his bed while he was sitting beside me. I threw my arm in the air while explaining a story, and my palm went right into his nose. Blood flew everywhere.

He was a flirt. I had been warned. I had friends who had a crush on him, and friends who he had a crush on. He was off limits. I think that is what enticed my interest first. He was pretty average looking, but had the mysterious bad boy qualities that peaked my eye. Eventually, we wound up with each others phone numbers. It was innocent at first, I didn’t really like him. But I still desperately wanted him to like me. I was talking to my mom about him and she taught me how to keep a guys attention. “Lean out!” she would tell me. “Don’t act interested. Shut him down. Make him chase you.” Simple enough. Me: I’m so cold! Jimmy: I could warm you up ;) Me: uhhhhh I’m not that cold :P

Boom. He was instantly hooked. I made him work for my returned affection for months. I didn’t mean to, I just got caught up with boys from my own school, but he stayed persistent. Every rumor, every reputation dip, every girl who hit on him, he kept his eyes on me. I grew accustomed to the idea that he would never leave me. I grew up a little. And then I fell madly, madly in love.

His mom went out of town, and I told my parents I was going over to my friend Abby’s house. Jimmy picked me up. We went upstairs into his moms bathroom, she had a big soaker tub. We stood in the mirror and looked at each other. He plugged the drain and started running water into the tub. I poured in bubbles. Then I walked to one side of the room, and he walked to the other. I took off my shoes. He took off his shirt. I took off my jacket, he removed his shoes. And so on, one by one, until we were both completely naked. It was the first time in my life I had ever stood in front of someone with no clothes on. I wasn’t a virgin.. but still had never been this exposed. This seen. This vulnerable. We climbed into her tub together and let the bubbles cover us up. He pulled me into him, my head leaned back on his chest. We talked, completely naked, for hours. All the bubbles were gone. We laughed, splashed each other, and we were completely ourselves. When we were too pruned to feel our fingers or toes anymore, we threw on big comfy clothes and laid in his bed watching Nickelodeon. Carly and Sam fighting with a butter sock on the screen, him holding every inch of my body with his arms. Forehead kisses and subtle puns under our breath for hours. We drifted asleep and woke up in the same position.

A few weeks later, we watched a movie in his basement. He kissed me out of the blue, with honesty and intent pouring out of him. I immediately started crying. He apologized and asked me what was happening, “I’m so sorry. This is so embarrassing. When you kiss me, I can feel in my bones how much you love me. This is so secure. I’ve never been this happy before.” I literally wept on his shoulder. He cried too. “I love you” whispered from his lips. He said it in the moment I trusted him the most. “I love you too” radiated out of my heart, passed through every cell, and landed on his ears.

That was the first and only time in my life I had cried of happiness.

He started to come to my Sunday family dinners. Met my parents, sister, grandparents, aunt, uncles, cousins. He was friends with all my friends, and I was friends with his. His mom had her own nickname for me, and we would spend time together even when he wasn’t home. I was his family, and he was mine.

His dad died the weekend of my freshman homecoming. I didn’t leave his house for hours. We laid in silence next to each other, him knowing we COULD talk about it if he wanted to. He eventually did. I comforted him the best way I knew how. He felt my attempt, and poured his heart into me. We grieved together. Him for his dad and me for his peace. His broken heart broke mine, and we put each other back together piece by piece, month after month, year after year.

My senior prom date. My escape from drunken parents and nasty teachers. My vacation partner. My inner peace. My best friend. My summer Saturday night back yard beers, Sunday morning prayer, and Monday afternoon coffee. The first man in my life I could ever completely trust.

He was my safe haven for every small and big event, every fight with our parents, every buried friendship, every high school rumor, everything that happened from age 14 to 17.

Then he left me. He said he wanted some things to change, he didn’t feel it anymore. He was about to start college and I’d be a senior, our lives would be so different. Plus, I had just gotten sick.

What?

I couldn’t breathe. I know everyone says that.. but this was the first time I had felt it. My lungs would not work. Everything around me started spinning. I couldn’t be at my house because I saw him in every room. My chest was a black hole that would never be the same again. I had fully trusted this man. I had not had reservations. I was CERTAIN. And I was wrong.

I stayed at Susan’s house for a couple of weeks, I felt him less there. I didn’t do my hair, I didn’t put on makeup, and I didn’t take off his clothes for weeks. She would force me into showers and hide his things while I wasn’t looking, so I could start to forget. It didn’t work. After she would fall asleep at night, I would leave her room so I could cry in peace. I rocked back and fourth nightly, sobbing, until I collapsed from exhaustion. As I would lay in bed, blowing my nose and catching my breath, I could feel the ghost of his arms around my waste, holding me. He was in my skin. My body had muscle memory of his presence. All I could do was exist through this unbearable cycle of wanting to wake up, and wanting to die. It was the most dramatic thing I had ever lived through, but it was real.

He was the most passionate, honest, and real love I’d ever known. We talked about getting married and having babies. We talked about our future careers, helped each other with homework, went to church, and completed each others lives. There wasn’t a moment in time that happened to me that he wasn’t aware of.

And my husband’s step-grandmother’s sister’s husband could tell, 12 years later, that my soul was shattered.

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[fict1onallyobsessed]

Braids

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

A/N - THE GIF OMG IM DEAD (creds to creator)

You watched her from your sleeping bag. It was getting dark, the sun setting behind the half broken windows of the hideout. It was roughly an hour before everyone started gathering for the night, only some were unlucky to have a night shift.

The only people in the room were you, a few already sleeping ones and now Abby. The rest were either at the end of their patrols or in the kitchen talking about how many infected they'd taken down.

The fire next to your 'bed' - which was just literally a sleeping bag - heated you up from the cold outside. You'd just come back from an exhausting 8 hour patrol and you wanted to sleep. Yet, you found yourself staring at the woman a few feet away from you, who was trying to take out the braid in her hair rather roughly.

You weren't really thinking. The only thing you knew was that you no longer needed to sleep as bad as before. You stood up and climbed over your sleeping bag, heading for where Abby was now sitting and trying to undo her braid.

"You keep doing that and it'll fall out." You whispered, aware of the others sleeping nearby. With a light smile she huffed and let her hands fall down onto her lap before she looked over her shoulder at you. She'd been on one of the more tiring missions too. Some new trials have been found recently and people at random have been picked to scout them.

Your hands immediately reached out for the long braid, playing with it between your fingers before you touched the hair tie holding it in place. Gently, you did your best to remove it from her hair without ripping all of it out. Her hair was long and thick, but it was also fragile considering the lack of care products in the world due to the pandemic. She usually put it in a braid just to keep it out of her face when she's out hunting infected.

You untangled her hair slowly, making sure to get all of it loose right to the top of her head. When you were done, you didn't take your hands out of her hair, knowing how much she liked her hair being played with. You only stopped when you noticed her eyes closed, her body still in the sitting position. Her eyes instantly shot open, confused as to why you stopped your movements.

"Come on, you're going to fall asleep." You giggled, letting her hair fall onto her back. Without it being tied up, it reached just to the bottom of her waist. She grumbled something inaudible, before she fell on top of her sleeping bag. Her eyes didn't close though, they remained on you. "Do you have patrol tomorrow?"

She shook her head, putting her hands up to her face to rub the tiredness off of it.

"I have the night shift tomorrow."

"Ouch. That sucks." You laughed when you saw her face of disapprovement. "Sleep them, dumbass. I'll try see you tomorrow."

With that, you both said your goodnights and left to go sleep in your own beds.

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"Fuckin-" You groaned as you let your hands fall to the side. You'd tried to tie your hair up like a thousand times today, but it just kept falling into your face anyways. Either the hair tie you had been using for ages has finally decided to die on you, or it just wasn't your day.

The laugh behind you made you spin with another groan. You could recognise her voice anywhere, her little giggle making your day every time you heard it.

Spinning on your heels, you looked at her with an annoyed look before showing her the hair tie. She knew what you were asking, but she didn't have a spare one to let you borrow. After a quick look at the stretched hair tie, she had an idea.

"I don't have any more, but you can still use that one."

"How?" You sighed, nervous about being late to your patrol if you thought about it any longer. She looked at you for a moment, thinking about something she hadn't done in a while. She eventually took the hair tie off you, turning you around so your back was facing her.

You didn't question her, letting her hands roam through your hair before she finally started sectioning it. You suddenly understood why she liked to have her hair played with. You felt as if you could fall asleep standing, now no longer in the mood for a six hour long patrol in the cold.

"Done." She took a step back, watching kinda nervously as you reached up to feel what she had done. When your fingers touched your hair, you could feel the organised waves in it and you instantly clicked on.

She'd braided your hair.

"I haven't done it on someone else in ages so it's a bit wonky."

You turned around with a smile, relieved it wouldn't get in your face anymore. Now, you had matching ones. Your hair wasn't nearly as long as hers, but it was long enough to gather all your hair into it.

"Thank you."

She nodded, biting her inside of her cheek to try and stop the smile on her face from growing. You left for your patrol a few minutes later, hoping that it passed quickly and it wasn't too cold.

Of course it was fucking freezing.

It was the middle of winter, and with no proper clothing you had to pile them up on your body. It was uncomfortable, yes, but it wasn't very affective either. By the time you and your group had reached a checkpoint to sign in, the snow had soaked through the multiple layers of the clothing.

When you got back most of the WLF people were hoarding the fireplace, so there was no point in even trying to dry up using that. You looked around for somewhere to change, but a pair of strong arms stopped you in your tracks.

"Jesus, aren't you cold?"

You looked at her as you shivered, your teeth clattering with your arms around your waist trying to save at least a small amount of warmth before your limbs started falling off. She saw your unamused face and smiled sympathetically, leading you to where her bag filled with clothes was.

You didn't stop her. She helped you change out of your wet clothes and let you borrow her hoodie (One of the warmest things she owned). After looking at how crowded the fire had gotten, she decided it would be best for you to sleep elsewhere.

You agreed to sleep next to her, not wanting to get trampled on by the people wanting to get warm from the fire.

"You might want to take the braid out."

You sat down on your sleeping bag, looking up at her with furrowed brows. A chuckle left her lips before she kneeled down already letting your hair loose from its hold.

"You sleep in it wet and it will be unmanageable tomorrow. Trust me."

You were too tired and cold to verbally respond, so you hummed with a small smile playing on your lips. You liked the way her hands ran through your hair delicately, lulling you to sleep even more than you own tiredness did.

You don't remember falling asleep, nor getting into your sleeping bag. The night passed quickly as you heated up in the sleeping bags warmth. When you woke up though, you realised it wasn't the sleeping bag at all.

Abby's hands were wrapped around your waist, her face cuddled up to the back of your neck.

It felt so comforting being in her strong embrace, her muscles defined against your body while she slept. It was silent around you, everyone either asleep or looking outside through the big window at the front of the house.

Instead of fighting it, you embraced her warmth, afraid that once she woke up she’d move away from you. For a moment you forgot about the world outside; the terrible fucking things you’ve done to survive: the amount of people you’d killed; the pain you endured.

You liked it peaceful, but you weren’t naive enough to fall into a fantasy that would never come true.

Slowly, everyone started waking up to go on patrols. Abby, being a light sleeper, woke up not long after you after hearing the noise everyone was making.

Unlike you thought, her grip on your only strengthened when she fully woke up, only her head returning to rest on the ground instead of your neck.

“Mornin.”

“Hey.” You whispered back, only now remember who’s clothes your in. They were so comfy, the softness of the material was hard to let go off, especially since it was rare to find now a days. “You comfy?”

She huffed out a laugh when she heard the smile in your voice. Just to spite you, she pulled you closer and completely enveloped you in her arms, chin on your shoulder.

“Very, actually.”

A light laugh left your mouth, a sudden idea popping into your head. Neither of you had patrol until later, so what better way to waste time than together?

“Teach me how to braid my hair.”

“What?”

You spun in her arms, forcing her to let go of your waist. Both of you remained close, faces inches away from each other.

“Teach me how to braid my own hair.”

“Why? I can just do it for you.”

“Because I want to do it for you one day.”

Her eyes scanned your features, eyes momentarily stopping at your lips. She admired your optimism: the way you lightly hinted that everything would be okay, that you’d be together forever.

After a moment of hesitation and thinking on what to say, she nodded her head, watching as your face lit up in excitement. You were about to stand up, do the things you usually do in the morning before she got to teaching you. Checking in the clothes that got soaked yesterday and showering in the cold water the house provided was only two of the main things you had to do.

But before you could push yourself up, her hand reached up to gently grip your jaw. Bringing your face back down, she connected your lips to hers. It was unexpected, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want this to happen for a while now.

You pulled away first, a small smirk on your lips as your hand landed on her cheek.

“Now you definitely have to teach me how to do my hair.”

THE END