#Her substitute (5) - Baby Girl

[therealcocoshady]

Are you accepting requests if not by past this .

: Marshall/ em x fem reader

Y/N and Marshall have a baby girl together (Lilly around 4 or 5 ) and when there around the dinner table she happens to mention that she wants a new sibling so her parents (Y/N and Marshall) talk her into an animal in substitution of a child . But that brings on the topic of having another baby between Marshall and Y/N

Sorry this is really bad . Never done this before

If you don’t do it it’s fine lol

I still love u

One last baby ? - One Shot

Eminem x FemReader

Author’s not : thanks for the request ❤️. I really enjoyed writing it. I hope you enjoy it. I added a little twist of my own, I hope you don’t’ mind. 👀

Words : 4027

Tags : Fluff

You sighed as you rummaged through the pile of clothes that you needed to donate to Goodwill. Your daughter had grown up so much in the past few months that she almost needed a new wardrobe. It wasn’t an issue in and of itself, but you had a hard time parting ways with the clothes that no longer fit her. Your baby girl was growing up and even though it was amazing to see her blossom, it broke your heart. It seemed like yesterday, you were bringing her home from the hospital, starting your journey as a mom. And now, she was about to turn five. She was no longer your little baby : she was becoming more and more independent, she didn’t need you to do everything for her anymore. Soon, she would no longer need you to hold your hand or cut her food. If you’d known how fast time would go by, you would have cherished these moments even more than you had. 

Your little Lily was a dream come true : you had spent so many nights wishing for a baby, praying that you would be a mom someday, waiting for the right man to come along. But after you had turned thirty-five, you had grown tired of waiting for Prince Charming and you had taken matters into your own hands. Thanks to science, you didn’t need to be in a relationship to have a baby, and you’d rather have one on your own and be a single mom than settle for anyone, just for the sake of starting a family. You had been told countless times that your standards were too high and that you were selfish for wanting to have a baby on your own, but it didn’t matter. You knew it was the right time to be a mom so you decided to become one. It wasn’t easy, but with the help of a fertility clinic and after two rounds of IVF and nine months of sickness, you had welcomed your beautiful baby girl. She was your biggest blessing and you were incredibly happy that you hadn’t decided to wait for Mister Right. 

Ironically, you had ended up meeting him merely four months after you had Lily. You had moved from New York to Michigan after being hired by Paul Rosenberg. You were already involved in the music industry, working in A&R, but you were looking for a higher position and a better salary, and you had been told there was an opportunity at Shady Records. You had always thought you wanted to work for a bigger, more prestigious label, but as soon as you had been told about the job, you knew you had to apply : everything in the job description was right up your alley, the money was good and it offered you enough flexibility to be able to raise your daughter as a single mother. Applying turned out to be one of your best decisions, right after deciding to have your daughter : you loved your job and, through it, you met Marshall. At first, your relationship was strictly professional, but you quickly became friends. Technically speaking, he was your boss, but even though the job could be demanding, he was extremely understanding and supportive of your role as a single mom. Whenever Lily was sick or there was a problem at daycare, you were allowed to leave early, work from home or even have your baby with you. It probably helped that your daughter was adorable and that the whole team had fallen in love with her. She had also fallen in love with them, especially Marshall, who had a way with children. She had quickly become obsessed with him, which was not really surprising, since he was always making faces at her, tickling her and playing with her. She loved sitting on his lap and playing with him. Especially when he let her push the buttons on the mixing desk. She loved being at the studio, and every time you took her, she was having a blast. At first, you didn’t want to take her too often, as you were here to work and that little kids could be a nuisance, but Marshall assured you it was fine. At some point, you ended up taking Lily to work a bit more. He was working on a new album and you had to put in more hours, which you didn’t mind, the only issue being that daycare closed too early. However, Marshall had come through and set up a small space for Lily with a crib, some toys and a playpen, so that you could have her with you and still work. Small gestures like this were what led you to fall for him in the first place. He was the kindest man you had ever met. Still, at first, you were a bit reluctant to accept when he asked you on a date. He was your boss and your daughter was your absolute priority. Nonetheless, he managed to win you over after months of flirting. In the beginning, you didn’t think it was going to be too serious and you weren’t too sure about letting a man into your and your daughter’s life, but your relationship ended up moving pretty quickly. From the start, he let you know that he was serious about your relationship and that he wanted to include Lily in your plans. Being a father himself, he understood that she was your priority. So he became a staple in your life and Lily’s and they formed a bond of their own. He became one of her favorite people and she even graced him with her first steps, one late night in the studio. She wanted to go and hug him and you expected her to crawl as usual, but she walked from the couch to his chair. You were jealous, but also really happy that she loved him so much. The feeling was mutual. In fact, the day he proposed to you, he also proposed to her ! You had been dating for over a year at this point and were practically living together. 

I don’t remember you telling me about Lily’s full name, he said one night at dinner. Does she have a middle name ? 

No, you said. I wanted to keep it simple. 

And she was born in New York, right ? He asked. 

Yes, you confirmed with a smile. Why ? 

Nothing, he said. My lawyer just wanted the information. 

Your lawyer ? You asked confused. 

Yeah, I was considering updating my will, he said casually. To include Lily, you know ? 

You stared at him in shock. 

Wait… Why would you do that ? You asked. 

Just in case something happens to me, he explained. I want her to be taken care of. I would also like to set up a small trust for her. That way, she can pay for college, that kind of thing. 

You don’t have to do that, you said. I’ll pay for her studies myself. She’s my daughter, my responsibility, not yours. 

What if we changed that ? He asked with a smile. What if she was our daughter ? 

You want to… adopt her ? You asked in shock. You don’t have to -

I know I don’t have to, he chuckled. But I want to. I love her as much as I love my daughters. I change her diapers, I read to her, I tuck her in… I do all of that Dad stuff already, and I love it. I want to care for her as much as I can. 

You were moved, seeing how much he cared about her. They had a great bond and he was right, he was already a father figure to her. He was there everyday and took care of her as if she was his. Still, you were nervous. It was a big step and you didn’t want him to regret his decision. 

What if we break up ? You asked nervously. Have you thought about it ? 

I have, he smiled. And it wouldn’t change anything to how I feel about Lily. 

Ok, you said emotionally. I guess we could do that. 

He got up and took you in his arms before kissing both of your hands. Then, he took Lily from her high chair and gave her a kiss, making her giggle. She leaned and rested her head against his. 

What do you say, princess ? Do you want me to be your Daddy? He asked softly. 

She cooed and brought her little hand to his face. She wasn’t too talkative yet. She was very active, but when it came to talking, she didn’t seem too keen. It didn’t matter much, because she was very good at making sure everyone understood her. He kissed her again before putting her back so she could keep on eating her finger food. He kissed you tenderly and stroked your cheek. 

Before we make it official, I do have something to tell you, though, he said. 

Yes ? You asked nervously. 

I didn’t actually take Lily to the park today, he confessed with a smile. 

Where were you then? You asked confused. You were gone all afternoon. 

Running errands, he said with a smile. I needed Lily’s help to pick up something. 

You stared at him and waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t say more. Instead, he reached in his pocket and took out a small box. Understanding where this was going, you covered your hand with your mouth, tears starting to well in your eyes as he got down on one knee. 

You had been married for almost three years now and you couldn’t ask for more. You were about to turn forty and you felt incredibly lucky : you had an amazing husband, with whom you had a beautiful blended, tight-knit family. Even if Lily was not his biological child, she took a lot after Marshall. They had the same way of pursing their lips when they were frustrated and you could swear she was his when she gave a side-eye whenever she found something annoying. The looks were all yours, but the sassiness was all his. You loved that she took a bit after him. In hindsight, it wasn’t too surprising : he had been in her life for so long, she didn’t have any memory of life without him. She knew he wasn’t her biological dad, but it didn’t matter. She was definitely a Daddy’s girl. You had a special bond of your own with Lily, but she had him wrapped around her finger. It was the sweetest thing ever, although you sometimes worried that if he kept on indulging her in everything, she would turn into a brat. Although, whenever you touched on the subject, he shrugged it off. Still, you were afraid that if she asked for a pony, you would end up with one in the living room. Or worse, with Marshall actually purchasing stables and turning into a farmer. When it came to his princess, your husband seemed virtually unable to say no. He often used the excuse that his other kids were grown up and that Lily wouldn’t be his baby for too long. 

You heard the front door as Marshall brought Lily home from preschool. You left your pile of clothing and went to greet the loves of your life. She was on his shoulders as you walked down the stairs. 

Look Mommy, I’m tall, she giggled. 

I see that, baby, you chuckled. Didn’t we say that you had to walk on your own and that Daddy had to stop carrying you on his shoulders all the time, though ? 

It’s fine, he said. I only carried her for half of the way. 

See ? Your daughter asked. Daddy says it’s ok. 

You rolled your eyes and stared at your husband who was beaming. He gently let her down and she went to play in the living room. 

You’re turning her into a lazy person, you chuckled. 

Come on, let me enjoy this, he said with a smile. She’s starting elementary school next year and I’m not ready yet. I can’t believe my baby is turning five… 

We still have to see what we’re getting her, you reminded him. 

How about a puppy ? 

You stared at him in disbelief. She had been talking about getting a puppy for ages but you weren’t so sure. A puppy was a lot of work and she was still too young to help around with it. Plus, Marshall would soon go on tour and you would be busy enough. 

We’re not getting her a puppy, you said. No way. 

She’s been talking about it for a while, he pointed out. And you see how crazy she is about the neighbor's corgi. 

Well she can keep on playing with him, you chuckled. But my hands will already be full while you’re on tour, with Lily, the house, work… I don’t need a puppy on top of that. 

We’ll see, he said. 

He seemed pretty sure that you would change your mind, but there was no way. At dinner, you decided to quiz your daughter about what she would like for her birthday. Hopefully, she had her eye set on a Barbie. 

Tell me, baby, what do you want for your birthday ? You asked. 

A sister ! She said giddily. 

You already have three sisters, you reminded her. You have Lainey, Hailie and Stevie. 

I want a little sister ! She corrected. 

You and Marshall stared at each other for a second. That was new. Lily was surrounded by adults and had never shown too much interest in other children. 

A little sister ? Marshall asked. Where does that come from ? 

My friend Emma is going to have a little sister, she said. I want one too. And I can play with her all the time. 

You were about to turn forty and you had never really thought about having another baby after Lily. With Marshall having three daughters of his own, your family felt complete. Plus, you didn’t keep a fond memory of your pregnancy. The successive rounds of IVF had been testing, so had been the next nine months. 

You know what would be great to play with ? You asked nervously. 

What ? She asked with a huge smile. 

A puppy, you said. 

Marshall looked at you with a shit-eating grin. Your daughter shrieked in excitement. 

Can we get one like Elton ? She asked, referring to the neighbor’s dog. 

Of course, baby, Marshall said with a huge smile. 

And then, the baby can play with it too ! 

You looked sheepishly at Marshall who shrugged. You figured that it was best not to say anything and focus on the puppy. After all, it was probably her age. All kids wanted younger siblings, right ? When Lily was finally in bed, you went to your bedroom with your husband. 

So… You agreed to the dog, he grinned. 

I deflected, you admitted. It was either that or a baby, so… 

It’ll be great, he reassured you. Plus, when I’m on tour, she won’t miss me as much if she has a dog to come home to. 

You’re right, you said. I must say I’m a bit anxious though. She’ll miss you a lot. 

I will miss her too, he said. I will miss both of you, actually. The offer for you to come still stands, you know ? 

I have work and she has school, you reminded him. 

Preschool, he chuckled. 

That’s important, you said. 

Nothing we can’t teach her on our own, he said. I would love to have you with me. And Lily could see the world a little bit. That’s just as important as school. 

How about work ? You mused.

Let me check with your boss… Oh wait, that's me, he chuckled. He says it’s fine. Plus, you can get work done from anywhere. 

What about the dog ? 

One of the girls can take care of it, he shrugged. I mean, Stevie has three big dogs, so I doubt a small one would be a problem. 

We’ll see, you said. 

You started getting ready for bed. The pile of Lily’s clothes you were sorting earlier was still on the bed. 

What’s that ? Marshall asked as he rummaged through them. 

Some of Lily’s old clothes, for Goodwill, you said. I’d keep them, but there’s no room in her closet. 

You’re getting rid of all of that ? he asked sheepishly. 

You knew him well enough to know he would get sentimental. Getting rid of your daughter’s baby clothes was emotional for you too, but on a practical level, it didn’t make much sense to hoard them. 

Come on, Y/N, he said. You can’t get rid of this dress. Or those PJs. She was so cute in them.

She outgrew them long ago, you pointed out. It would be better if someone had a use for them, don’t you think ? 

We could have a use for them, he said before kissing you seductively. 

Oh really ? You asked as you raised an eyebrow. 

He nodded with a grin and kissed you passionately. You kissed him back as he pushed you on the bed, attempting to undress you. 

Wait, seriously ? You asked confused. You’d like another child ? 

I mean… I’m not against the idea, he said with a smile. 

At our age ? I mean, you just turned fifty and I’m turning forty soon. Isn’t that a little late ? 

You know, I didn’t expect to have another child in my forties, he said referring to Lily, but it’s the best thing that ever happened to me. And when I see Lily, I’m thinking I wouldn’t mind having another one just like her. It helps that you seem to make beautiful babies, too. I’d enjoy having one last baby with you. Maybe have a boy ? 

He was smiling, staring lovingly at you. You had never talked about having another child together. As he had told you in the past, after his divorce, he had been pretty adamant about being done with the whole marriage and baby-making thing. Obviously, he hadn’t planned on you and Lily walking into his life but still, knowing how views, you never tried to push anything on him. To be fair, you had never even considered the possibility of having a child together. He definitely took you by surprise, but you weren’t fully against the idea either. He was an amazing father to all four kids and you knew a fifth one wouldn’t be an exception. 

What do you think, beautiful ? He asked as he stroked your cheek. 

I don’t know, you admitted. That’s a little tempting, I must admit. But I never saw us trying for a baby. Like, do we want to be that couple, planning intercourse, counting cycles and everything ? Also, what if it doesn’t work ? I don’t want to do IVF again. That shit is trying. And pregnancy is no picnic either. For Lily, I struggled a lot, I was sick all the time. 

First of all, if we decide to do this, I’ll be here every step of the way, he reassured you. You were on your own when you had her, but this time, it would be different. And if it doesn’t work… Well, it doesn’t. We already have four amazing kids, I’ll survive without a fifth one. I don’t want to put pressure on it. Let’s put it this way : if we had an unplanned pregnancy, I’d welcome it with open arms. It doesn’t have to be more complicated than that. If you don’t want to, that’s cool. But if you’re up for it, so am I. 

Ok, you said softly. One last baby. 

He beamed at you and kissed you. He seemed truly overjoyed by the possibility of welcoming another baby. One last one. 

I’ve never tried for a baby, he chuckled. This is going to be fun. 

Cut the BS, Mathers, you giggled. You’re the most experienced man I know, when it comes to babymaking. 

No I’m serious, he explained. I’ve never had one on purpose. They all came my way. Hailie was definitely a surprise, obviously we didn’t plan on taking Alaina in, I definitely wasn’t expecting Kim to be pregnant with Steve when I got back with her, same with Lily… I’ve never actively tried for a baby. 

Still, by the looks of it, I’d say it was fate, you said. You ended up with four daughters. 

And maybe fate has another one in store for me, he chuckled. Regardless, I think I will have a lot of fun trying for baby number five. 

I still have to get off birth control, you giggled. 

Good thing you’re taking the pill and you can just skip it, he grinned as he playfully grabbed your ass. 

So we’re really doing this ? You beamed. 

We are, he said as he kissed you. And now you have no choice but to come on tour with me. For the sake of trying. You know I don’t half-ass it. 

What if I get pregnant before then ? You asked playfully, although you knew it was unlikely. 

All the more reason, he said. That way I can take care of you. That would be awesome, actually. How great would it be if you were pregnant by Lily’s birthday ? She’d be overjoyed. 

You chuckled and stared at him. Lily’s birthday was just around the corner and there was no way you’d be pregnant by then, or at least not far along enough for you to announce it. 

Are you trying to convince me to have a child just because she wants a sibling ? You joked with a falsely offended face. 

I’m not, he chuckled. But what Lily wants, she gets, I guess ? 

What’s next then ? You wondered as you rolled your eyes. A pony ? 

I’m saving the idea for Christmas, actually, he said in a serious voice although you seriously hope he was joking. 

Shut up and put a baby in me, you ordered him. 

He pushed you on the bed again and wasted no time before undressing you. That night, the lovemaking was even better than usual. He was right : trying for that baby would be a lot of fun indeed, whether or not it ended up working. 

Epilogue 

The two of you tried for a few months, without bothering to plan intercourse or doing impossible math to try and figure out when you were ovulating and, eventually, you became pregnant for the second time. Marshall was over the moon when you told him and, as promised, he was here every step of the way. He was ecstatic when the two of you went for your first ultrasound appointment. 

I get to see my son, he said with a smile. 

It’s too early to know the gender, Marshall, you giggled. 

I know it’s a boy, he said. Fate, remember ? It’s all part of the plan, I’m telling you. 

Right. Because that’s usually how it works out for you and children, you joked. 

You were pretty sure you were having a girl. You didn’t really care about the gender, but it was just a gut feeling that you had. As long as the baby was healthy, it didn’t matter anyway. 

Here it is, the doctor said as she pointed at the screen. Your baby. 

Oh my God, Marshall said as he held your hand, visibly overcome with emotion. 

Is everything alright ? You asked. 

From the looks of it, yes, she said with a smile as she moved the probe on your belly. Wait… 

You felt your heart strain and Marshall held your hand a little tighter as both of you tensed up. You were silently praying, hoping that your baby was healthy. After a minute, the doctor turned to you. 

Congratulations, she said. You’re expecting twins. And they’re perfectly healthy. 

Marshall almost fell off his chair. If the pregnancy was no surprise, that turn of event was unexpected. As far as you knew, neither of you had twins in the family. You were a little shocked but really happy. 

So even when it’s planned, it’s really not, your husband chuckled as he kissed your hand. 

I think you're doomed for surprises, my love.

#eminem #marshall mathers #slim shady #eminem fanfiction #eminem x reader #eminem fluff #eminem imagine #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers headcanons

[blue-light-rosie]

Wordgirl Villain Birthday Headcanons

Okay so, I'm going into this with the assuumption that the show starts in 2006 since that's when it came out.

Let's start with Tobey since he's the only one with a canon age, also he was my favorite when I was a kid.

Theodore "Tobey" McCallister

Birthday: October 3rd, 1995

Age: 10

Reason: Just strikes me as a fall baby. I think his birthday would be 7 months earlier than Becky's. I headcanon that her earth birthday is the day that the Botsfords found her since they wouldn't know her real birthday and I assume that Lexicon has a different year length and month cycle, so Bob wouldn't be able to translate it to Earth's.

Bonus Headcanon: Tobey's parents are separated. He and Claire left England when he was 4 or 5 while his father remained.

Let's keep the ball rolling with the child villians.

Victoria Best

Birthday: January 1st, 1996

Reason: Of course she would be a New Years baby, it's the ~best~ birthday of course.

Bonus Headcanon: Her and Eileen met at a villian convention and became sort of besties.

Eileen the Birthday Girl

Birthday: Everyday

(Real) Birthday: September 17th, 1995

Reason: It's revealed in one episode that her real birthday is the same as Violet's (this doubles as my Violet birthday headcanon), the season ain't obvious in the episode, but I would say September just cause of ✨️vibes✨️.

Bonus Headcanon: Her last name is O'Neil. Her parents are business people who don't see her often so they substitute real parenting for lavish gifts and a birthday everyday (she gets an extra bonus headcanon because it's her birthday).

Captain Tanget

Birthday: June 15th, 1989

Age: 17

Reason: His wiki says he's a teenager and his behavior backs that up. Summer birthday because that's the best birthday for piracy.

Bonus Headcanon: I saw a fic where they made his government name Connor Read and I like it and think it really fits, so I'm adooting that headcanon too!

Now onto the adult villians!

Amazing Rope Guy

Birthday: April 13th, 1984

Age: 22

Reason: In 1984, April 13th was a Friday! This man got some chronic bad luck so I thought it would be funny.

Bonus Headcanon: He was in marching band in high school and played the Clarinet.

Chuck the Evil Sandwich Making Guy

Birthday: November 3rd, 1981

Age: 25

Reason: November 3rd is Sandwich Day.

Bonus Headcanon: He and Brent share a birthday (Brent's being 5 years earlier) and Chuck HATES it.

The Butcher

Birthday: July 19th, 1960

Age: 46

Reason: Middle aged king, he also says he hasnt even lived 50 years so I assume he was at least in his late 30s. Also July 19th is hotdog day!

Bonus Headcanon: His government name is Butch Agricolo.

Lady Redundant Woman (A.K.A. Beatrice Bixby)

Birthday: March 3rd, 1973

Age: 33

Reason: LDR seems to love doing things in threes so I assume it's her lucky number, and 3/3 makes it redundant.

Bonus Headcanon: She only watches movies that have remakes.

I'm running out of steam, so imma end it with Two-Brains, we're running with Steven's birthday since Squeaky won't tell me his :(

Dr. Two-Brains (Formerly known as Dr. Steven Boxleitner)

Birthday: August 13th, 1971

Age: 35

Reason: It is confirmed that he is middle aged and he also canonically has at least one PhD and a Masters so he'd have to be at least 30. August 13th was a Friday in 1971 and I think it funny that he also has an unlucky birthday.

Bonus Headcanon: He is a Physcist and an Engineer!

That's all for now, folks! I'll do a part 2 eventually for the rest of Fair City's Rougue's Gallery.

#wordgirl #tobey mccallister #victoria best #eileen the birthday girl #captain tangent #amazing rope guy #chuck the evil sandwich making guy #the butcher wordgirl #lady redundant woman #dr two brains #Wordgirl headcanons

[yellowocaballero]

You played the golden deer route!! (I think?) What's been your thoughts so far just like in general but also in comparison to blue lions? Claude and the golden deer are just so fun!!

I have not finished yet! Yes I am like 5/6ths done with the Golden Deer fic. I did something that I really shouldn't do, which is like consume 1/4th of the media and go "okay I could make a fanfic out of this" and then write a long-ass fic just based off initial impressions (this is how Theater of the Absurd happened - if you're wondering why everybody was so drastically out of character, that's why). I'm still only mostly done with the Academy phase, so no spoilers!

Thoughts so far? Claude is so funny. I am genuinely so, so fascinated by him. He's one of those characters who clearly has an entire existence and situation and insanity and you're just barely privy to the surface of it. Our C support is me walking into his room (why did I do that?) as he concocts poisons. He's a mad scientist. He wants to dissect his friends like they're insects. He's incredibly self-absorbed. He's convinced he's the smartest person in the room. He's on his gap year and he's taking a vacation with the white people and the country he leads is not his biggest priority. He wakes up in the morning, looks at himself in the mirror, and says "I'm a SCHEMER I'm a TRICKSTER I'm IMPENETRABLE I'm NOT LONELY". He has a biracial narrative and it's left him with a superiority complex because the alternative is to always be inferior. He'd be a better leader if he cared more.

I love Hilda also. She's so cunning but so kind, and her competence is underlined by her severe self-esteem issues. I haven't really connected with most of the Golden Deer - their ensemble narrative is not NEARLY as strong as the Blue Lions or Ashen Wolves. They aren't all part of the same story, I feel like. I'm still working on their supports (which are mostly C and some B right now...I kinda substituted most of them on the battlefield for the AW...sorry I have faves). Most of them are either a little annoying or uninteresting...Lysithea baby girl...Lorenz is actually deeply Felix coded in that he's kinda the sanest. He cares about all of the actually important things that nobody else cares about when they really should, and a lot of unimportant things,

I didn't expect this to happen, but Claude as your BFF actually deeply underscores how 1) Dimitri is insanely in love with you, and 2) Dimitri's bugfuck. Claude's so normal about everything. Makes me go "Wow Dimitri was normal about fucking nothing".

I'm looking forward to the War Phase and seeing how things change. These kids are fucking disasters in their lives and to each other, which mirrors their disaster country. Right now Claude's the most fascinating aspect to me. I'm not plugged into the fandom, but from what I can see his complexity and depth is kind of slept on - he has a comic relief role in dynamics, but I can already tell it's pretty constructed. Writing him as a jokester is like writing Dimitri as a preppy, perfect, adorably awkward nerd. Yes, that is a major part of how they present themselves to the public. I can't entirely call it a lie. But if you think that those performances are genuine, then you're buying what they're selling. Claude, Dimitri, and Edelgard are liars, and if you stay surface level in your depiction you're scrubbing out what makes them good characters. Also, especially in Dima's case, The Point

#my asks #writing dimitri as who he is in the academy phase and like. stopping there. is wild to me #3/4ths of the way through hes threatening to rip people's throats out with his teeth #taking away 17yo dima's real bloodthirstiness and ugly hatred feels like a disinterest in the character himself #and like. just. it's boring. #comic relief-ing khalid and making him the sole brain cell is boring and a disservice to the interesting character #(and uh ppl do that to POC a lot like they do it to women) #the only sin to me is to be boring :/ #writing dimitri in this new fic and im seeing how he just hinges on. him being two people at once. #him hating violence and him needing it. knowing death was wrong and wishing death upon people #it's contradictory and here's a character with those contradictions #as the writer you have to figure out how he is both of these people at once #it is the FUN part

[lostloveletters]

Hi! Can’t stop thinking about the teacher/school au for Woody/Brady, any hcs for them? And (if so) how would you fit Holly/Bucky into this? I kinda get English teacher vibes from Holly but idk

Thank you so much!! @karashawsblog and I have been talking about this, so there's definitely some headcanons and also incorporating Bucky (baseball coach, of course) and Holly (she's the school secretary who knows everyone's business). I already know Buck would be the physics teacher because he's smart like that. Alex teaches art, and Macon teaches math.

But I digress! You asked about Woody/Brady, so I'll put them below the cut!

Woody’s shop class has the most girls in it to date (an average of 5 per class of 20, but baby steps!)

Woody and Brady's students definitely notice that they have to do less work whenever one of them comes around to just hang out flirt in the classroom during a planning period

You know when teachers leave substitutes a list of "problem students"? Brady has that except it's a photo of Bucky with a 🚫 on it

"You kids know 'Blue Skies'?"

"Get out."

Rosie (everyone's favorite guidance counselor🖤) is on thin ice but he's mostly just groovin' by the door and then claps whenever the song's over

Woody and Brady bitch about PTA moms all the time, especially when it's their turn to help coordinate whatever school fundraiser (they hate bake sales the most)

Also when they chaperone school dances, Woody gets a little dressed up and Brady always asks her to dance at least once, even before they get together. It's super sweet

Brady’s Crash Wagon lives on except it’s in reference to how many student drivers have accidentally hit his car in the parking lot

This totally spiraled from one of my convos with Kara, but one day Brady will ask Woody to take a look at his car just so he has an excuse to talk with her an extra fifteen minutes in the teacher lot

Except there is something actually wrong with his car and she's like "How are you even driving this?"

She offers to fix it for him over the weekend, which thank god because car repairs are expensive and teacher salaries leave much to be desired

So she's at his place on a Saturday afternoon in a white, half-sweated through t-shirt and jeans and he's definitely about to act up when he walks out with a glass of water to check on her

"You can use my shower if you want"

The teacher's lounge is buzzing on Monday...

#while answering this i was lowkey thinking about that tweet that's like 'how come in bts fics they gotta include everyone' #'why's hoseok driving the bus' like am i getting into hoseok driving the bus territory here #oh well! #ask tag #ch: holly #ch: woody

[weirdgirl92]

After much nostalgic binge watching, I’ve decided to do my own personal rankings of every classic Powerpuff Girls episode per season (because it sounded fun, and I was bored anyway).

Season 1:

Uh-Oh Dynamo

Mr. Mojo’s Rising

Tough Love

Telephonies

Mommy Fearest

Boogie Frights

The Rowdyruff Boys

Buttercrush

Mime For a Change

Bubblevicious

Just Another Manic Mojo

Cat Man Do

Ice Sore

Octi Evil

Monkey See, Doggy Do

The Bare Facts

Abracadaver

Insect Inside

Major Competition

Impeach Fuzz

Geshundfight

Paste Makes Waste

Fuzzy Logic

Powerpuff Bluff

Season 2:

Something’s a Ms.

The Powerpuff Girls’ Best Rainy Day Adventure Ever

Slumbering With the Enemy

Twisted Sister

Stuck Up, Up, and Away

Beat Your Greens

Speed Demon

Just Desserts

Birthday Bash

Supper Villain

Los Dos Mojos

Mo Job

Collect Her

Too Pooped to Puff

Dream Scheme

Daylight Savings

A Very Special Blossom

Slave the Day

Pet Feud

Imaginary Fiend

Mojo Jonesin’

You Snooze, You Lose

Schoolhouse Rocked

Cover Up

Down n’ Dirty

Cootie Gras

Season 3:

Child Fearing

Criss Cross Crisis

Power Prof.

Equal Fights

Meet the Beat Alls

Ploys R’ Us

Hot Air Buffoon

Three Girls and a Monster

Super Zeroes

Jewel of the Aisle

The Mane Event

Bought and Scold

The Headsucker’s Moxy

Helter Shelter

Power Lunch

Cop Out

Catastrophe

Candy is Dandy

Town and Out

Gettin’ Twiggy With It

Monkey See, Doggy Two

Fallen Arches

Moral Decay

Season 4:

Power-Noia

Knock It Off

Him Diddle Riddle

Not So Awesome Blossom

Forced Kin

Superfriends

Get Back Jojo

Stray Bullet

Members Only

Keen on Keane

Nano of the North

Film Flam

All Chalked Up

Season 5:

Substitute Creature

Silent Treatment

Monstra-City

Save Mojo

Twas the Fight Before Christmas

See Me, Feel Me, Gnomey

Documentary

Burglar Alarmed

Bang For Your Buck

Curses

Boy Toys

Girls Gone Mild

City of Clipsville

Lying Around the House

Bubble Boy

The Boys Are Back in Town

Seed No Evil

Divide and Conquer

Shut the Pup Up

Sweet ‘n’ Sour

Pee Pee Gs

Toast of the Town

Shotgun Wedding

Season 6:

Aspirations

Custody Battle

Makes Zen to Me

The Powerpuff Girls Rule!!!

Mizzen in Action

Oops, I Did It Again

Crazy Mixed Up Puffs

City of Nutsville

I See a Funny Cartoon in Your Future

Simian Says

Coupe D’etat

Mo’ Linguish

Neighbor Hood

Live and Let Dynamo

Roughing It Up

Prime Mates

Nuthin’ Special

Little Miss Interprets

What’s the Big Idea?

Octi-Gone

Night Mayor

A Made Up Story

West in Pieces

That’s Not My Baby

Reeking Havoc

Say Uncle

The City of Frownsville

Sun Scream

Top 10:

Power-Noia

Knock It Off

Uh Oh Dynamo

Something’s a Ms.

Best Rainy Day Adventure Ever

Mr. Mojo’s Rising

Tough Love

Telephonies

Child Fearing

Slumbering With the Enemy

Bottom 10:

Shotgun Wedding

Toast of the Town

Sun Scream

Pee Pee Gs

The City of Frownsville

Moral Decay

Say Uncle

Cootie Gras

Sweet ‘n’ Sour

Reeking Havoc

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[woso-fan13]

A little bit late, but I decided to start whump-tober. I’ll either substitute the first 5 prompts in for others or do them at the end, I’m not sure yet. A lot of them will probably be pretty light-hearted for the prompt, I don’t want to get into anything too deep. And they’ll likely be a few hundred words each!

NO. 6: PROOF OF LIFE

Screams from Across the Hall

Your high pitched shriek sends your team members running down the hallway and into your room. Inside, you’re sitting on your bed, knees pulled into your chest. Christen is the first to reach the room, scooping you off of your bed and into her arms. You latch onto her, wrapping your arms around her neck and your legs around her waist. She simply holds you for a minute, waiting for your breathing to slow down and your racing heart to calm. 

When you had regained control, she pulled you away from her slightly. Shushing you when you whimper at the decreased contact, she makes eye contact with you. 

“What’s going on, sweetheart? What scared you so badly?”

You break eye contact with her, looking down, “there’s a spider, he’s over by the desk.”

Knowing you are not in any immediate danger, Christen pulls you close again and starts rocking you, trying to calm you down. She had felt your heart pounding in your chest, she knew you were genuinely afraid. And she would do anything she could to take that fear away. 

On the other bed in the room, Emily is sitting with her legs pulled up. She surveys the crowd, finally spotting who she was looking for. 

“Kel? There’s a spider, will you get it?” 

Kelley laughed sharply at this, “Son, you’re a big girl. You can handle a little spider, I believe in you,” walking towards Christen, she gently placed a hand on your back, “hey munchkin, are you alright now? I’m sorry you got so scared.”

You simply shake your head, resting it on Christen’s shoulder. You knew that they babied you, everyone knew. But you soaked up the attention and had begun to rely on their overprotective nature. You also loved to rub it in the faces of the other young players: you could do no wrong. They alternated between being jealous and joining in on mothering you. 

Meanwhile, Tobin had scooped the spider into the plastic cup that was in the room. She was briefly thankful of the fact that they were on the first floor as she only had to leave the room for a minute to deposit the spider back outside. 

The spider was gone, everything would be okay. You still might have insisted on sleeping with Christen and, by extension, Tobin, just in case “the spider brought his friends. Or had babies in my room.” There was no way that they would say no to you. 

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[weirdmorefics]

Hi! Could you do a Derek Morgan! Daughter reader (maybe 5/6) where reader has a speech ampendament and one day Derek is on a case late so reader has to stay in day care longer and the unsub (let’s say he goes after people who suffer from speech problems because he also suffered from them) gets reader

Being Late Is Never Good

x Daughter!Reader

A/N- Fun Fact I use to have a speech impediment from talking around a pacifier until I was five.

Warnings- Kidnapping, drowning

Pronouns- She/Her

Word Count- 862

Summary- The reader waits for her Dad to pick her up from preschool like usual but he is late, leading to a series of bad events.

Tic Tok... Tic Tok... Tic Tok

Ugh, Dad is never this late he at least has Auntie Pen pick me up if he can’t come. I groan loudly and slump on the bench by the principal's office. My groan catches the attention of a teacher I’ve never seen.

“Why so blue?” he frowns.

“My Dad i-is is late, a-and I have spee-speech doc-doctor today.” I close my eyes tight trying to focus on my words so I stutter less but it is always worse with strangers.

“Let me check in with the principal and see if your Dad has called?” The teacher smiles.

I wait and kick my feet out of boredom but the teacher doesn’t take long at all. 

“Your Dad said he couldn’t make it and that he is on a case but I came up with a solution. I can just drive you home,” He says excitedly.

“Umm, my Dad said I can’t go w-with strangers,” I respond fiddling with my hands.

He bends down to my height and holds out his hand “My name is Mr. Smith and I am a substitute teacher. See now we are not strangers.”

“I guess we ar-aren't strangers now,” I nod, jump off the bench, and grab his hand.

I follow him to the car and he buckles me up in the backseat in a booster seat. 

“Do you h-h-ave any kids?” I ask

He laughs very loud and it kinda creeps me out “ I would never have kids! Having kids is the cruelest thing you can do! I would never subject them to the torture of other children.”

“Um, that’s a lot of b-big w-words, Mister,”  I say getting more nervous by the second.

“Don’t worry, you will never have to go through the hell I went through.” He says determinedly.

“Um, my Dad s-said you a-are not su-su-supposed to say the H word,” I mutter.

“YOUR DAD KNOWS NOTHING ABOUT PEOPLE LIKE US!” He shouts. I reach for the car door handle but the doors all lock, “Don’t worry this will all be over soon.”

Third Person POV

“Hey Baby Girl where is Y/N,” Derek asks Penelope as he walks into her office.

Garcia quickly turns around in her chair, “You’re joking right?”

Derek gets a serious look on his face, “Baby doll you know I am not.”

Garcia stands up quickly “But the school called me and told me your plane got in early so I didn’t need to get her!”

“Did you recognize their voice or even their name! Penelope, how could you be so stupid? You know the kind of job we do you know we have to double-check everything!” Derek groans running his hands over his head.

Garcia looked almost in tears “I’m sorry Derek I wasn’t thinking! I was so busy with the case report that when the teacher called I was just grateful I didn’t have to pick her up and could finish my report on time.”

“So you are saying a report is more important than Y/N!” He shouts

“That’s not what I am saying at all you are just taking your stress out on me! Now is not the time for that though we have to find Y/N!” Garcia shouts to get Derek’s attention.

“You’re right you’re right. Let’s trace the number that called you.”

Your POV

“WHERE ARE Y-Y-YOU TAKING ME!” I shout as this man drags me out of the car. I bet his real name isn’t even Mr. Smith.

“We will cleanse you in the waters and then you no longer have to be stuck in this cruel world.” He says with joy on his face.

“No! L-le-let me gooo I-I don’t wa-want to leave my my dad!” I shout trying my best to get out of his grasp.

“You’re Dad will never understand us! He will beat you until you blend in with all the other kids!” He says as he tightens his grasp on me.

“MY MY DAD W-WOULD NA-NEVER HURT ME!”

“YOU ARE JUST FOOLING YOURSELF! I AM SAVING YOU! Now close your eyes and relax.” He yells and then turns his voice into a soothing one as he plunges me into the cold water.

I tried to hold my breath as long as I could but eventually, I had to give in and I took one big last breath as I feel the water enter my lungs someone pulls me out.

I am swallowed in darkness for what feels like forever but a nagging pressure on my chest keeps dragging me out. The darkness feels so warm but I don’t want to leave my Dad. I won’t leave my Dad. My eyes shoot and I wake up choking on water. I am surrounded by my family and Uncle Hotch is trying to tear Uncle Spence off of Mr. Smith. As soon as I stop choking on the water I am pulled into the tightest hug my dad has ever given me. 

“Starting tomorrow you are going to the best most secure private school.” He says with tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. 

I smile and hug him back “Whatever you say, Dad.”

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[wardenparker]

Killer Writing - chapter 10

Dave York x plus size female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

After divorcing Carol so she could marry her soulmate, Dave York threw himself into his work. There is no way he could have predicted that the unexpected collateral damage on an op would turn out to be his soulmate. Now all he can do is keep you safe, and try his best to get you to not hate him as the two of you try to navigate a blooming relationship that started out with threats and a mean right hook.  

Rating: E for Explicit. 18+! Word Count: 8.6k Warnings: *Blanket content warning for self-esteem, self-image, and weight issues.* Could be a competency kink or could be a pain kink, either way Dave likes getting beat up by his girl. Teasing is flirting I will die on this hill. Self-defense/hand-to-hand training, pegging mention, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, outdoor sex. Period/PMS, wedding talk. Cursing, food/alcohol mentions, threats and implication of stalking.  Summary: Time ticks slowly by in the cabin as our pair awaits some news from Dave’s team. Although the news doesn’t turn out to be what they were hoping for.  Notes: We are almost at the end here, my lovelies 😢 Next week will be the last full chapter and then there will be an epilogue, since we dearly love a good epilogue. Don’t despair though, we’ll be rolling right into the next soulmate story without missing a beat! Soulmate Sunday is here to stay 💖

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7 ~ Ch 8 ~ Ch 9

Chapter starts under the cut!

“Are you too sore to hit me?” Dave asks, grinning at the way you scowl, missing your mark once again as he easily spins out of your reach. He hasn’t started training you yet, just wanting to see what you know about self-defense which is pitifully little. Chuckling when you grumble about someone ‘annoying’ under your breath, he winks at you. “Did my baby get fucked too hard to fight last night?” He coos.

“Wouldn’t that make it your fault if suddenly somebody came after us and I couldn’t defend myself?” If it weren’t so fucking adorable how excited he is, you would be so much more frustrated with this whole situation.

He winks at you, giving a small shrug and shuffling in the snow in the area he had shoveled out for you to practice. He wanted you to be able to move and the snow around you will cushion any falls. “You wanted me to give it to you rougher last night.” He reminds you. “I believe your words were ‘make me ache’. Or did I get that wrong?”

“And I got what I wanted.” You grumble begrudgingly, but the little smile on your face when you look back at him gives you away. He could have gone rougher last night, and you still would have loved it, but you’re definitely feeling it today.

“Come on then, let’s stretch and then you can see if you can land a punch now that I’m expecting it.” He teases. “Touch your toes, babe.”

“Annoy me a little bit more and maybe I’ll actually want to punch you.” Rolling your eyes at him heavily, you’re still smiling when the two of you start to stretch together. As much as you’ve enjoyed your naked cardio, it’s not a substitute for self-defense.

“Yeah?” Dave can’t help but reach over and pinch your ass as you bend down. “Land a solid punch like you did when we met and I’ll fuck you right here.”

“I knew it,” you cackle, turning your head to look at him as you stretch. “This is just Dave-specific foreplay.”

“Nooooooo.” He huffs. “It’s incentive for you.” He’s lying and both of you know it; and his grin tells you both of you know it. “I think you’d prefer that over DI Dave.”

“I love you just as you are.” That statement, at least, is totally factual and you twist to reach for the toes of your right foot like he is doing. “You’re my favorite horndog, Army or otherwise.”

“If it helps…” Dave twists to reach his left foot after feeling the muscles stretch out. “I’m only a horndog for you.”

“That should be in your vows,” you tease, reaching over to rub his shoulder affectionately before stretching to your other foot. “Peak romance. I love it.”

“Like I didn’t wake up with your hand around my cock so you could have it inside you faster this morning?” He arches a brow at you as he looks back.

“Alright, so it’ll be in my vows, too.” He’s right, of course, and you’re not about to deny it. In the week since Christmas you’ve both been naked a hell of a lot more often than you’ve been clothed and you won’t apologize for a second of it. “I’m just making sure we get the most out of my birth control before I run out tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” Dave’s brow furrows thinking about that. He wants this to be done and the two of you able to start your life without this threat over your head. “We’ll figure out what to do.”

“Hey.” Straightening up, you reach to wrap your arms around his waist, hating the obvious worry in his voice. “It’s been weeks. I’m sure they’re close by now. They wouldn’t just let us sit up here for no reason.”

“I know.” He squeezes you tight. “I just don’t like fucking waiting. I’m impatient.”

“I know.” He also doesn’t like to feel helpless, and you know that weeks up here cut off from everything is affecting him more than he likes to pretend. “It will be okay, love. It will.”

“They are going to come up in the next few days. Let us know what is going on and hopefully tell us some good news.” Dave leans in and kisses your forehead. “And you can show Kovac how you and Katie will kick his ass.”

“I wish I could see her.” You’re well aware that that is a danger that can’t be breached, but actually getting to hug your best friend shouldn’t have to be a bucket list item. Sighing lightly, you offer Dave a smile and step back, ready to square up. Anything is better than practicing with a gun. Your aim is atrocious. “Alright. Let’s get some training in.”

As much as Dave have worked you sexually, he works you out here in the snow. Teaching you to block, where to watch on a body to see the split second before they move. How to hold your fist so you don’t break your hand. “Good.” Dave tells you when you narrow miss hitting him. “Again, just like that.”

It takes split focus, and concentration your ADHD-riddled mind didn't know it could have before, in order to keep up with the myriad of things that he's been throwing at you since getting to the cabin. Hand-to-hand combat is easier than marksmanship in theory, but it does require strength that you don't necessarily have. It's like trying to summon a bullet train to get up the force he wants you to put behind every punch and it wouldn't be the first time that you flatly reminded him that the first time you hit him you were literally fighting for your life. As frustrated as it makes you, though, it very well could be the difference between life and death - so you nod and square up again, this time barely catching the peak of his shoulder as he ducks out of the way.

“Good.” He nods in approval and spins around. “Keep your eyes on my center of gravity.” He shuffles his feet slightly, but his core doesn’t move.

"I don't want to hurt you." It's sort of a lame excuse since you doubt you could gather enough force to actually cause any harm, but still.

“You aren’t going to hurt me.” He smirks. “You can’t hurt me.”

"Thanks." His smugness makes you grumble, all but huffing and rolling your eyes at him. "Your vote of confidence is overwhelming."

He snorts, grinning at your grumpiness. “The day you hurt me, really hurt me, I’ll let you peg me.” He teases.

"You're never going to let that go, are you?" This time you do huff, still vaguely amused that he gets so hung up on things you had previously written about. "I told you, Kinktober is not an accurate representation of what turns me on."

“Suuuuuuuure.” His tone says he doesn’t believe you for a single second. “And I just hate when you wake me up by sucking my cock.”

"Noted." You shrug your shoulders as if you are taking the statement at face value. "I guess I'll keep my tongue to myself and stop practicing deep throating then, since you hate it." He looks absolutely stricken for about a split second, and it gives you the chance to attempt to land another punch. One that just manages to connect with his side despite there really not being much force behind it.

“Good! Fuck!” Dave lights up, enjoying the brief - albeit small - flash of pain that accompanies the hit. “Do that again.” He rubs his side and ignores the way his cock twitches in his pants.

You're fairly certain if you get the same place it's actually an organ you're punching, but on an actual attacker with life-or-death fear in your system it would actually be considered good aim to go for a kidney or something. Trying not to psych yourself out, you aim for the same place on his body and manage to connect again thanks to him dodging just a second too late.

This time he hisses, the spot the same and it’s more than a dull ache. If you can’t punch hard, punch the same spot, which is exactly what you did. “Good girl.” He growls out, eyes dark and deadly when he appraises you. “Fucking good girl. Same spot, again.”

"Jesus, is this seriously turning you on?" It was mostly a joke to you before, the way he would allude to that bruise you left on his face as an aphrodisiac. Nevertheless, you make another fist and aim for the same spot on his torso like he had told you to do.

“No.” He denies it although he’s already been hard for a while. Not because of you hitting him, but from how sexy you look. The hitting him is just a bonus in his opinion.

“Really?” Poised to strike again, you can’t help but smirk at him. If you thought you were actually causing him any harm you would be mortified but as it is, this is just one of those things that will be fic fodder, or be a possible sexy moment in your book that is coming along nicely. “So the bulge in your sweatpants is what? Your cock having a mood swing?”

“My cock always has a mood swing around you.” He huffs, deflecting your hit this time and smirking back at you. “Try harder Princess.”

“This will be easier when it’s someone I actually want to punch.” You remind him, aiming higher this time. It’s too easy for him to deflect like that though and he dodges you again. “Bet if I took my t-shirt off this be a hell of a lot easier. Your jaw would unhinge.”

“I like your tits.” He defends, quickly reaching out and squeezing one before you can react. Chuckling when you squawk, he gives you a small, cocky shrug. “They’re nice pillows with earplugs.”

“That might be the least sexy thing you’ve ever said about them.” It does make you laugh though, purely because it strikes you as so weird. Okay, one more is what you tell yourself as you adjust your footing. The adjustment accidentally puts you on an icy patch, though, and when you try to plant your feet to strike again you end up slipping a little - enough to turn your body into the hit so you catch Dave square on the jaw.

There’s a split second of silence beyond your sharp gasp, as the solid thwack of your fist connecting to his jaw seems to echo through the snowy clearing. Dave’s nostrils flare and he gives a small shake of his head and steps towards you. “Oh my god! Are you okay?” You manage to steady yourself on the edge of the porch stairs so you don’t totally lose your balance but that sounded like it connected and if you actually hurt him you would feel so, so guilty.

If he wasn’t so determined to get his hands on you, he would have laughed, although his face is set into a dark, dangerous mask. Heart pounding in his chest and his fingers curling around your jacket to yank you to him.

Your squeak of concern is muffled entirely, swallowed by a bruising, demanding kiss as he pulls you flush against him. His arms are around you almost instantly, keeping you upright but also bending you to conform to the curve of his body as he attempts to devour you. Guess he’s not hurt, then?

“You do that every time.” He growls, biting your chin before he ducks his head down and sucks on your pulse hungrily, hands immediately tearing at your layers to get under them to your bare skin. “Every time. You hit like that.”

“You have the weirdest version of a competency kink.” You tease, immediately swallowing the laugh that follows when he literally tears open the t-shirt you put on this morning to claw at your tits.

Yanking down your bra, he groans as he wraps his lips around your nipple and starts sucking harshly. Cock throbbing in his sweats and he’s honestly ready to push you down into the snow to fuck you right here.

“Jesus fuck, Dave.” He loves the way you moan his name. You know he does. And the way he groans into your skin is a dead giveaway go exactly how worked up he is. “Gonna start calling me Slugger instead of Princess?” You huff a laugh, letting it morph into a moan as he hungrily sucks on one tit.

“Take a bat to me and I might.” He pulls back and huffs at you, his hand sliding under your sweats and quickly finding your clit since you aren’t wearing panties.

“Fuuuck.” His accuracy is devastating, making you cling to him as he ducks his head and attaches his lips to your pulse again. “If this is the response it gets? I might.”

“Inside or right here?” He demands, pulsing against your hip.

The absolute way you groan at the question is probably a giveaway to your answer, but you love knowing how badly he wants you. It’s not like all your insecurities have been magically healed just by loving your soulmate, but when he gets like this it’s very easy to pretend. “Right here,” you tell him, deciding to knock one more thing off your sexual bucket list. Outdoor Sex? Check.

He’s not gentle, yanking you around to spin you off the steps and he drives both of your bodies down into the pile of snow. Soft enough that it doesn’t hurt from the fresh powder but there is enough packed down that it doesn’t envelope both of you. “Fuck.” He growls, ripping at your sweats to pull them down.

On your knees bent over a snowbank is not how you thought this self-defense lesson would end, but fuck if it isn’t making you pant under him as you feel Dave’s looming figure covering your back. Two thick fingers slip between your folds the second he has your sweats down to your knees and there’s a solid chance that you’re already slick enough just from his fairly animalistic show of desire that he could just slide right inside you.

Dave growls, shoving at his own sweats when he feels how wet you are. “Fuck.” He hisses, removing his fingers and pressing his cock against your entrance to push inside. “Fuck, take it.” He moans, thrusting into you roughly.

"Shit!" You gasp and moan deeply, never having had him be this unrestrained with you before. It's demanding and somehow also a kind of praise: you did so well with the incredibly important self-defense lesson that you made him desperate to fuck you. If that isn't a gold star, you don't know what is. "Fuck yes." The pace he begins is punishing, stealing your breath and making your body bow to obey him with each thrust. "I'll take - fuck - everything you got."

He groans through gritted teeth, fingers digging into soft flesh and in the back of his mind he knows he shouldn’t be this rough, but he can’t help himself. Pushing you deeper in the snow with every harsh drilling of his cock into your wet core, making him even wetter with the next pass.

It’s all harsh, guttural noises and moans from both of you, echoing through the trees and out across the mountains. It gives you permission to be as loud as you want, knowing that there is no one around to hear or see you. If someone did arrive, they would be treated to the wet sounds of Dave’s hips slapping against your ass as he pushes deep inside you - dragging his own name from your lips if you can ever manage a coherent word.

“Fuck, fuck.” He spits out the words. “Look at you.” His hands shift, spreading your wider and watching where his cock is spearing into you. “Fuck.

"All yours." The possessive way he grips and kneads your flesh is intoxicating, pulling you closer to him even when you grind against him, both of you trying to keep him as deep inside you as he can be at the peak of every thrust. The two of you probably look like an amateur porn right now - you certainly sound like it - and for the first time ever you wish you could see how you look. Clothes hanging off you, fingerprints molded into your hips, split open on his cock like your pussy is trying to fuse you together permanently.

“Mine.” He hisses. “Fuck yes. My girl. My - fuck, smart, sexy, fearsome girl.” He ramps up his thrusts feeling frantic and wanting you to feel good. “R-rub your clit.” He demands, knowing he won’t sacrifice the way he’s pounding into you to wrap around your body to do it himself.

Following his orders has never steered you wrong before and it certainly won't now. Reaching one hand underneath yourself changes the angle of how your body is leaning and therefore the angle of how Dave is entering you, sending him impossibly deeper and nearly shoving your shoulder into the snowbank beneath you as your fingers skate over your slick, swollen clit.

He groans when he feels you clench down around him. “That’s it, fuck, cum for me pretty girl.” He grunts out. “You love getting fucked out here, don’t you?”

“Fuck— yes!” You practically squeal, keening with the force of his increasingly erratic thrusts. “Gonna — oh my god — gonna cum, holy shit.”

Dave snarls, close to cumming and ready to spill deep inside you. He reaches down, wrapping his arm around your sternum and hauls you up while he keeps frantically fucking into you. His breaths pant in your ear. “Cum.”

He’s strong enough that lifting you up - manhandling you - is as easy as if you were a rag doll; and for a second, you’re not sure if he’s going to spread open his overlarge hand to wrap his fingers around your throat, but those thick digits close bruisingly around one of your tits instead. It’s a perfect storm of want and need and you fall over the edge with animal ferocity, moaning his name for the world to hear.

It’s probably the hardest you’ve ever cum around so far. Making his hips stutter when you grip him like a vice and soak him enough that it’s dripping out of you. The harsh guttural sound that tears out of him accompanies his last unhinged thrust, trying to breech your womb as his hot seed starts to pump into you. Unaware of everything but the way you feel in his arms at that moment.

You’re quiet for a long minute, focused on catching your breath as you cling to his arm keeping you upright. There’s a ringing in your ears that feels like a damn burst blood vessel but it’s more likely just the buzzing of the world resettling around you. Like you’ve gone off kilter and are only just coming back to yourself. Really, the only anchor you can speak to is Dave’s breath on your neck and the pounding of his pulse in his wrist.

"Fuck." Dave pants, resting his head against the back of yours. "Fuck." He takes another breath and then pulls back, feeling slightly guilty for how raw he had been. How unhinged he had acted all because you had landed that hit and unleashed everything he had thought of since the first time you hit him. Your silence hopefully not because he's fucked up. "Are you good?" He asks softly, loosening his hold on you and his other hand starts caressing your hip. "I wasn't too rough?"

“I’m good, baby.” The sound of his voice seems to bring you back, the softness and gentleness of his touch such a contrast. “Fucking incredible, actually.” A grin splits your face as you turn your chin to seek out a kiss.

That makes his softening cock twitch inside you, his entire body pleased that you would take that rough fucking and love it. His lips press against yours and he sighs when he pulls back. "We need to get you out of the snow and cleaned up." He murmurs, landing another kiss on your nose. "Enough training for today."

“I wish I could take credit for that last hit, but I slipped.” Taking his hand, you step out of the indent you’ve made in the snowbank and wrap your arms around him. “But you clearly enjoyed it, so I’m glad.”

“Yeah.” He doesn’t deny it because he can’t. Instead, he pulls up your sweats and slides his hands up to rest on your ass. “Something sexy about my girl defending herself.”

“You taught me well.” You find yourself happily beaming up at him, feeling absolutely soft despite the ferocity of the way he just fucked you. Something about the whole thing speaks to trust, in your opinion. “Smack talk and all.”

“You could work on the shit talking.” Dave teases, patting your ass. “We’ll get you there. Pissing off your opponent makes them sloppy.”

Inside the cabin, you make a beeline for the bedroom to change into a clean shirt and dry pants but pause. “I didn’t actually hurt you, did I?” Anyone else - even one of his teammates - you might not worry. Your soulmate? That’s the last thing you want.

“No.” He grins at you and shakes his head. “You didn’t hurt me babe.”

******

The days ticked by with no word from his team and the monotony was nearly infuriating right up until it wasn’t. When your birth control ran out you had two horrific days of PMS symptoms before the bleeding started, and suddenly you would have given anything to just be bored. Even working on your book wasn’t happening now, and it turned out that having sex on your period hurt worse, unlike most of your friends over the years who said it helped the pain. So it’s been days of lying on the sofa in the living room watching Star Trek movies and taking an absurd amount of Tylenol while you apologize profusely to Dave for being useless.

“Stop apologizing.” Dave murmurs, understanding why you would feel bad but at the same time he doesn’t? You can’t help this, it’s part of your cycle apparently and it’s just something that the two of you have to deal with. The only thing that upsets him is you being in pain.

“…sorry.” You mumble sheepishly, reaching for another Oreo. The package in the pantry has gone in with your period supplies for good reason.

He chuckles, sure that you aren’t even aware that you are apologizing again. It seems to be reflexive at this point. You even mumbled a ‘sorry’ in your sleep this morning. “We should ask them to bring up some more cookies.” He hums, not willing to risk a finger by reaching for one. He remembers how possessive Carol was over her cookies.

“Katie sent chocolates at Christmas.” The care package had been much more extensive than first glance had led you to believe, and you had definitely shed a few tears of gratitude over the past few hormonal days. “I’m okay. I shouldn’t be eating so much anyway.”

“Pfft.” Dave shakes his head, completely disagreeing with you. You haven’t been eating that much, although you’ve already moaned about being greedy. “Don’t worry about that.”

Turning it into an argument won’t help anyone, so you just put your head back on the pillow and close your eyes for a second. He likes that you’re big, remember? As unbelievable as it is to you, it’s his truth. And your depressed mind is not in charge of his truth. “I—if you say so.”

His sigh is silent, knowing his blunt view on things will not be appreciate with the way that you are hormonal. He won’t lie - you are incredibly emotional right now, not that it bothers him. “Do you want some tea?” He asks, knowing you haven’t had much to drink today.

“Oh…” Somehow it had slipped your mind and his offer - his taking care of you - makes you sniffle despite smiling at him. “That would be really nice, actually. Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome.” He gets up from his seat and walks over to where you are laying on the sofa to drop a kiss on your head. “I’ll bring you a cup.”

“What time are we expecting the guys?” The text had come last night - that they had information and were coming up to see Dave - but beyond that you didn’t know much. It could be that they were coming to tell you that you were free, but it was just as likely that they were bringing supplies for a longer stay.

“They should be here in a couple of hours.” Dave calls back from the kitchen as he sets the water to boil. Hopefully they would be bringing more tea bags, you were running low.

“I hope it’s good news.” That goes without saying. Of course you hope for happy tidings, but you’re not holding your breath.

“I know.” He comes back out and walks over to the fire so he can add another log. “I know you are going crazy being stuck here.” This week especially since you are on your period.

“I don’t mean to complain.” Especially not when he’s working so hard to keep you safe. It’s ungrateful at best. “I guess I never realized how often I leave the house for little things until I couldn’t.”

“You aren’t complaining.” Dave shoves at the logs and starts to scatter the glowing embers under the grate. The bed of coals is beautiful. Reaching for the nearby stack of wood and selecting some to add. “I understand. Not being able to go to the store for whatever you are craving or to the coffee shop for some tea.”

“I’m so grateful for everything you’ve done. I hope you know that.” The mood swing from guilty to just emotional is almost instant and you scoff at yourself as a few tears well over. “There go the waterworks…”

“Baby.” Dave throws the last log on the fire and moves over to kneel down beside the couch and swipes his thumb under your eyes to wipe away your tears. “I do know. And you don’t have to be grateful. I want to do this.”

“I can still be grateful, though. And I am.” Leaning forward, your arm winds around his shoulders to pull him into a hug, just craving the comfort of having him close. A few deep breaths banish the tears again and you sigh. “This should only last another day or two. Then I can go back to being normal amounts of anxious and emotional instead of hormonal levels.”

He chuckles and wraps his arms around you. “You are fine.” He promises. “I’m not taking it to heart. I was married before.” He reminds you softly, used to hormonal women.

“I know.” Straightening up just enough to invite him to sit with you, you wipe the water from your eyes and sigh. “Thank you for being you.”

“Who else am I supposed to be?” He teases, shifting to sit beside you and hug you to him. “I tend to have a couple of bad days myself; it happens honey.”

“Men have hormone cycles, too.” You tell him, burying your face in his chest to be surrounded by his scent. “They just don’t last as long. Which is good. Can you imagine just the utter chaos of the Kovac house if both boys and Scott had full hormone cycles along with Katie?”

“My money is still on Katie.” Dave jokes. “You’ve never seen that meathead of a man suck ass and say, ‘Yes ma’am’ like he does to that woman when she’s pissed at him.”

“I wouldn’t want her mad at me either.” The one time you’d ever been at odds with your best friend had been uncomfortable to say the very least. When you’d both apologized it had been like a twenty-ton black cloud lifted from your shoulders.

"Honestly? She's scarier than Kovac when she's pissed." He admits with a grin. "We are crazy, but we don't have shit on her."

“You got the quiet, introverted soulmate.” Being the opposite from Katie in many ways had made your friendship highly entertaining, but you’ve never heard Dave mention any friends who weren’t his team.

"For the most part, I'm quiet." Dave murmurs, rubbing his hands up and down your arm. "I don't mind you being introverted. I'm not a huge party person either. Too many people, too many opportunities to slip a knife in between someone's ribs."

“Cheery.” You joke dryly, trying not to think too hard about how many times he’s had to do it. Those aren’t the thoughts of your soulmate you want to have. “I think the only time I ever want to throw a big party is our wedding, and even then we’re encouraged to leave the reception early.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. "That's my girl. We'll lock ourselves away in a honeymoon suite and ready filthy stories to each other in a bath while I rub your feet because they are sore." Not that he expects you to wear heels on your wedding day. He could see you wearing sneakers under your dress and grins at the idea.

“I want to know everything you didn’t like about your first wedding so we can avoid it the second time.” It’s easy to melt against him, to just close your eyes and imagine all the good things still to come. And frankly, the dreaming keeps the horrible hormones at bay.

"We didn't...." He pauses and thinks about how to put it without making it seem like he was embarrassed by his first marriage. "We kept it small, courthouse small." Because they hadn't been soulmates, Carol hadn't wanted to make it a big spectacle. It should have been obvious that the two of them weren't going to last but he honestly hadn't expected them to. He just needed someone for that dark time in his life and she wanted companionship.

“Do you…want a big wedding this time?” If he doesn’t, you’ll understand. It’s not like you have many people to invite. But it sounds like he didn’t get the celebration he wanted the first time around. If a celebration is what he wants, you’ll make sure he gets it.

"I want you to have exactly what you want." Dave tells you. "As long as at the end of the day you and I are married, we can do it as big or as small as you want."

“I’ve had too many ideas over the years,” you admit, looking over at him with a soft smile. “But since I met you, I’m thinking a little less Gatsby glamour and a little more all-American backyard vibes.”

"Honey, I want you to have whatever you want." Dave is adamant about that. "I can dress up or dress down however you want. I look good in a suit." He teases with a wink. "I normally wear one to the office."

“I’ve had so many ideas it could go any way we want.” The grin you shoot him is pointed, though. “I’ve heard the way you hum to yourself when you work, and I remember all the stuff Katie told me about her friends Dan when we were writing that story. I think a 50s wedding with really killer all-American food and tables named after great American novels instead of having numbers would be kind of fun. Fancy weddings are only good if you’re fancy at heart, and I think we’re more fun than fancy.”

"Yeah?" He smirks and huffs. "We're fun, huh?"

“If you want to be fancy, just say so!” You poke him side and wrinkle your nose playfully.

"I just want to see you walking towards me in a gorgeous white dress that is everything that you've ever dreamed of." He grins. "With sneakers under it so your feet don't hurt. And I'm going to know that I'm the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet."

“The fact that you just said sneakers confirms my fun over fancy idea.” You point out, grinning like it’s a huge victory instead of a silly little conversation while you wait for his team to arrive. “We should both wear sneakers. Sneakers with suits and dresses would be very fashionable of us.”

"I am not wearing sneakers with a suit." Dave is horrified at the idea. His drill instructors would have run his ass into the ground. "Maybe the reception. Maybe."

“See? This is why you can’t just tell me to plan whatever.” Poking his side slightly is just to let him know you’re still in that playful place and not upset at all. “Sneakers are cute for me but horrifying for you. Now I know.”

He snorts and rolls his eyes at you. “Now you know.” He teases and hauls you closer to him. “How about we compromise. Less formal shoes at the reception for me?”

"You wear whatever shoes you want, baby. I just want you to be comfortable." Which is definitely a sentence that would most often be said to the high-heel-wearing partner in the relationship, but here you are. "Would you rather do something semi-conventional like a house or a hotel, or something out of the box like a library or museum or bowling alley?" When you say you've had many ideas over the years, it is an understatement. Getting to think about an actual reality - a wedding that will actually happen makes your stomach flip giddily.

“Gun range?” Dave asks, grinning when your eyes widen. “The theme could be Bride & Bullets.” He teases, knowing you would hate the idea. “Vows & Velocity?”

"The only way that's happening is if you're marrying Ari." You tell him flatly, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

He barks out a laugh and leans in to kiss you. “I don’t know. How do you think he would look in a dress? His wife might complain, but he could possibly pull it off.”

"He's probably a smaller dress size than me." The joke is for effect, and you shake your head at him and laugh a little. "What about a distillery? I mean, our first date was for whiskey. Our wedding could be, too."

“That would be a fun venue:” He ignores the comment about your dress size, not wanting you to get upset. He knows that all your self-image issues won’t magically go away because he likes plus sized women, so he will just not get into it now.

"When we get back to the city, we should check some out." It's laid back, it's fun, but it can still be dressed up a little to fit Dave's want of a slightly more formal ceremony. "Going around to distilleries trying out whiskeys is my kind of research."

“We could do a whiskey buttercream icing for my cake. I get a cake, right? A groom’s cake?” Dave indulges you, wondering if this isn’t keeping you from worrying about the guys coming up here.

"Chocolate cake with whiskey buttercream?" Honestly the idea is mouthwatering, and this little daydreaming exercise is relaxing the hell out of you. "I love that. The other cake should be something fruity, right? As a balance. And because there will at least be a couple of kids there."

“Strawberries or raspberries?” He asks, smiling as you tuck your feet up under you and start seriously considering options. “We could always do the whiskey flavor but make sure the alcohol is cooked out for kids.”

"Whatever the baker says will taste better." You're not one to sacrifice quality, and professionals are professionals for a reason. "What about a strawberries and cream kind of thing for the other cake? I mean, I guess that's just strawberry and vanilla, but it would be delicious."

“That would be the wedding cake.” Dave hums in amusement. “It should be whatever we want.”

"All I know is that a woman I worked with had jam instead of buttercream in between the layers of her wedding cake and it was better than masturbating." The grin you shoot him is broad and unembarrassed. Back then, you would have said it was better than sex, but nothing is better than sex with Dave.

“Fuck.” He grins and sends you a lecherous look. “We will have to try that.”

"I like dreaming with you." Leaning into his side, you press a kiss to his cheek and hum contentedly. "And I like this idea a lot."

The perimeter alarm starts to go off and Dave immediately squeezes you in reassurance. “It’s the guys.” He reminds you, like it’s news to you.

"Spoiling our fun." You gripe, as though you're not happy to see them and hoping for good news. You hop up from his side the best that your achy body will let you and shuffle off to the bedroom to retrieve the letter you wrote to Katie while he goes to say hello.

Dave silences the alarm and makes sure it’s the guys that come up the driveway. Walking out onto the porch to greet then when they pull in beside the truck that hasn’t been driven since it was left here.

"Hey man." Kovac is first out of the car with Resnik close behind, and Ari jumps out from behind the wheel as soon as he cuts the engine. "She inside?" He's surprised to not see you, you're usually right there to be part of the welcoming committee.

"Yeah." Dave looks back at the cabin, wondering where you went all of a sudden, but he doesn't mention that to the guys. Instead, he looks at each man carefully, noting their less that happy expressions. "I'm guessing the fucker hasn't shown up yet?" He asks, irritated that this isn't the day he gets to take you home, but then again, he doesn't want a repeat of your first date.

“He made himself fucking known.” Kovac growls, producing an envelope from his jacket and handing it over to Dave. “Katie left the office for lunch yesterday and when she came back, this was on her desk. Which means he’s been in my wife’s fucking office.”

"Fuck." Dave opens the envelope and scans the note. 'Tell your friend I'll be seeing her soon.' The anger and fear slithers down his spine, seeing Kovac furious is an emotion that he completely understands. Even if the fucker didn't know you are Dave's soulmate, he purposefully fucked with another assassin's soulmate. Which meant that all rules are thrown out the window. "Fucker." Dave crumples the note, dark eyes filled with rage, and he glares at the men. "We end this shit now."

“What’s the plan, boss?” Ari looks like a tiger ready to strike, boiled up in anger as much as Dave and Kovac are. Imagining that more showing up at Deirdre’s work had almost made him sick last night.

"Set the trap." He decides after a moment, hands on his hips and he looks around at the white tree line. The leaves are all gone, leaving branches bare and there is nowhere for someone to fully hide. Even the arctic gear would show in this landscape. "Make it seem like you are sloppy. Kovac...I'm fucking sorry man. I didn't what Kate brought into this."

“She’s been wanting to quit that fucking job anyway. Go back to school.” The large, gruff man normally does his best not to be emotional but this time the emotions are anger and fear and they can’t be masked. “I told her to put in her resignation and use my GI Bill. I don’t want her setting foot in that place ever again.”

"I don't blame you." Dave nods, knowing he would do the exact same thing. "Fuck whatever personal items are in her desk, they can toss them or mail them to her." It wasn't worth her life for whatever she might have. "We can draw him up here and make sure that he doesn't leave."

“Hey guys!” The second you step out onto the porch it’s clear your sunshiny tone is completely wrong for the conversation. “What happened? Is everyone okay?”

"Everyone's fine." Kovac immediately assures you, knowing that Katie would kill him for making you panic. "We've just heard from the fucker after you."

“What’s the next step?” Tucking yourself under Dave’s arm for the safety and the comfort of it probably gives away your nerves but you can live with that.

Dave is immediately curling you into him, a move that none of the guys raise a brow at. Kovac had practically attached himself to Katie all yesterday, to the point where he sat on the toilet while she was in the shower. "We are going to have to put our plan into play baby." He murmurs softly. "Draw him up here and take him out."

“You guys should come inside, then.” You nod toward the cabin. “I’ll make some coffee and you can prep.” Dave’s explanation of ‘the plan’ until this point has been vague at best but there’s no more time for beating around the bush. Whatever happens, you’re going to have to be a part of it.

"Thank you, baby." Dave holds you for another moment before he lets go of you, turning you towards the cabin so that he is between you and the open space. Unnecessary right at this moment, but every man there knows why he is doing it.

“Do we want to rely on electronics for surveillance or pretend we’ve truly tripped up and leave a paper trail?” Resnick in the first to sit down at the table, only after opening every curtain so he can see the cabin from every available angle.

“It might be easier to have Katie slip up.” Dave says as he sits down and looks over at Kovac. “Fucker’s probably monitoring her social media.”

“Instagram photo from inside the cabin.” Did the app assure its users that their sensitive information was safe and protected? Of course. Could you still mine the location date if you knew what to look for? Absolutely. “I’ll bring her phone with me tomorrow and you’ll write the post so it sounds right.” Kovac looks to you with grim seriousness.

“I can do that.” The last thing you want is Katie anywhere near danger, but you can definitely make it sound like she is for a sentence or two.

Dave sighs and looks towards the men. "I want to make sure that we are completely in sync on this." He tells them seriously. "Absolutely no fuck ups. None. We will be perfect."

“Tightest OP we’ve ever run is the last.” Ari looks around the table with a grim face, only breaking the expression to nod his thanks when you set a mug of coffee down in front of him.

"The most vital." Dave agrees, he leans back in his seat when you set down his coffee cup and murmur a thanks, squeezing. your hip. "Honestly, if we could get away with it, I would want her as far away from here as possible."

“I’m not leaving you.” Your tone brokers absolutely no arguments and neither does the expression of stone on your face. “You’re in danger because of me. Even if I wasn’t the bait for this trap—” Which you are, there’s no use denying it. “I still wouldn’t leave you to face this without me. There’s got to be something I can do.”

“You aren’t going anywhere.” Dave assures you, making the three other men at the table snicker.

“Dave isn’t going to let you out of his sight. He wouldn’t be able to.” Resnick tells you easily. “He would be clawing the walls to get to wherever you are, even if one of us was with you.”

“One more signal that we’re perfect for each other.” That satisfies you for the moment, and you finish passing out coffee before coming to stand beside Dave as the guys talk. There are a lot of acronyms you don’t understand and shorthand that is either military or just their own language that they’ve developed through the years.

Dave scoots his chair back and pulls you down into his lap, ignoring your squeal of protest and the way you try to get up again. It makes him feel better to be able to have you there. Kovac smirks but Dave ignores it.

“The second he’s in the perimeter, she’s going in the basement.” Kovac points at you, not accusatorially, but more like if it were his soulmate in this situation, he would be pants shittingly worried. Of course, Katie would probably just point a rifle between the fucker’s eyes, but she hasn’t always been that way.

"Absolutely." Dave has already told you as much. "Out of harm’s way and hopefully unable to hear what is going on."

“There has to be something I can do.” You know it won’t be much and it probably won’t involve combat since your aim sucks and your strength leaves something to be desired. But not being at Dave’s side when he’s in danger feels like abandoning him.

"You are doing something by just being here." Dave argues, turning his head and frowning at you. "I don't want to give this fucker another chance to try to take you out." He squeezes you gently, understanding your frustration. "You can keep me from worrying more than I will."

The planning lasts past dark. Precise timings and carefully choreographed movements will be what matters tomorrow, with no room for questions or error. Before the guys leave, you and Dave pack. The things that were brought to you, that have become yours, that you would be sad to lose make their way into boxes and bags and get sent back to civilization with the team to be there for you when you re-emerge. For tonight there is nothing but you and Dave and the crackling fire as you methodically cook dinner and Dave cleans and checks every gun in the cabin.

"Listen..." Dave slides the weapon that you have performed the best with across the table. "I know you don't love guns and you are still scared of something happening, but I want you to keep this on you at all times." He tells you quietly. "I need you to be able to protect yourself if somehow he gets past us." He doesn't mention that the only reason that he would get past the team is if they were all dead.

“This time tomorrow, we’ll be on our way back to the city.” You murmur, looking at the handgun that now rests between you. “We’ll sleep in your apartment tomorrow and wake up the next morning without this black cloud over our heads.”

"I will make sure of it." Dave promises passionately, his brow creased together. "I want you to be free of worry." He knows you will probably be upset that he's killed someone else, because of - or rather for you, but he doesn't give a damn about that.

“You too, baby.” Of course it isn’t a simple thing, and he has ghosts that you can’t possibly comprehend from years upon years of service. But just maybe, one day, he’ll be able to go about each day without checking every room he walks into for makeshift weapons and suspicious figures.

He grunts, knowing you mean it and it's one of the things he loves about you. You are determined that one day he will be deprogrammed, although he doubts that will happen. He's lived in the shadows for far too long.

“I’m taking that as you agreeing with me.” Leaning over to press your lips to his temple, you let the small show of affection linger before picking up the gun. A thorough inspection to make sure the chamber is clear and it is completely clean is plenty of touching that particular item, and set it aside again to finish making dinner. “We’re going to be okay, love. Both of us.”

“I know.” Dave does know that. He’s already thought through potential variables and there are plans in place to counteract them. Even the bastard bringing back up. The boys had decided to rig some land mines around the clearing just in case after they left tonight.

“Kinda wish one of those assholes had brought a marriage license with them, though.” The utter dramatics of that sentence would be ridiculous if the possibility of death weren’t actually so real. The idea of losing him without being his wife actually breaks your heart much more than you care to think about.

Dave snorts and looks up from where he was loading magazines to use tomorrow. “We will get married. When we want to.” Dave promises. Even if he hasn’t proposed, both of you know that it will happen soon. The bond between you is too great to ignore and there is the little fact that you love each other to make it even better.

“I know.” You don’t doubt that, and you also don’t doubt that it’s what both of you want. It really is just the very possible theoretical of losing him without ever being officially his that hurts you. Because, if you’re honest with yourself, you know Dave would put himself between you and a bullet without hesitation. If only one person survives tomorrow, it will be you. And that horrifying reality is definitely going to have you crying silently while you cook.

You don't sound too sure of that. As if you are telling him what he wants to hear rather than believing it. Dave sets down the magazine and gets up, walking to you where you are standing vigil at the stove and slides his arms around you. "Do you want to get married now, sweetheart?" He murmurs in your ear softly, pressing his lips to the shell.

It’s a more complicated answer than it should be, and your frustrated, scared mind is willing to blame part of that on hormones since your period is definitely not helping you be present in the moment. “I don’t want to lose you.” Is what you tell him finally, tears rolling down your cheeks like a sudden monsoon.

"I'm not going to lie and tell you that you won't." Dave sighs softly. "But what I will do is tell you that I will kill anyone and everyone I have to in order to make sure you don't." It's not the most romantic promise, but it's practical under the circumstances. "Even if you do lose me, you won't ever lose me." He hums, hugging you tighter.

“I had just kept telling myself that they would find the guy.” It’s not as though you blame them for failing somehow, or are upset with his team in any way. You just…could never really wrap your head around what would happen if they didn’t. Being wrapped up in his arms is the only place in the world that doesn’t seem wracked with terror at the moment.

"Listen to me." His tone stays low, soothing. "Tomorrow will be scary for you. I have trained for this since I was eighteen years old." He reminds you softly. "My team, they all know what is at stake. We are going to come out of this." He needs you to believe that, even if it's just empty words.

"This whole thing is just..." Pulling away from him slightly lets you wipe your eyes on something other than his shirt, even if that is only your sleeves. "It's so fucking insane and I just wish it was over already."

“Me too, sweetheart.” Dave confesses softly. “I wish it was over, too.”

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My Masterlist!

#Pedro Pascal #Pedro Pascal character fanfiction #Pedro Pascal fanfic #Dave York #Dave York x reader #Dave York x you #Dave York x female reader #plus size reader #Equalizer 2 #soulmate au #dave york pit #suburban murder daddy

[lulu2992]

Saw the little exchange in the replies on one of your recent posts about the "I put my faith inside her" line, and I wanted to add my two cents. I don't think there was anything sexual meant by it, and I think the English line more accurately reflects what happened. Because when you say "put my faith in someone", that means you are putting your trust in them. While what Joseph feels happened is he gave her some of his own faith, imbued it in her, and thus made her angelic. (1/2)

It may seem like a small change, but it changes the meaning of the line. I also find how he talks about her there, refers to her as 'angelic', to be very interesting. Because he only refers to two people in the game like this: Faith and his daughter. He only ever offers terms and views like that, 'pure', 'innocent', 'helpless', etc to those two. And I personally find that very telling to how he views Rachel at least (can't say anything about the other previous Faiths). (2/2)

(For context, for anyone wondering, what I said in the replies was that I hadn’t noticed the possible sexual innuendo in “I put my faith inside her”, at least not until I saw other people mention it. I also said my opinion might have been influenced by the choice made by the French localization team. In the French version of Far Cry 5, the first one I played, Joseph simply says, “I placed my hope and my faith in her”, which doesn’t imply anything weird.)

So, yes, I agree with what you say here. I too thought Joseph simply meant that he had infused Rachel with his faith. Thus, she was reborn and became a new, ideal person who would carry his message. I can see why people interpret the line differently, but I’m still not sure the double meaning was intentional.

I also think it’s very interesting that he says the word “angelic” because it’s indeed how he describes his daughter! He uses this term in one of his sermons as well, when he talks about how humanity was once perfect before Greed corrupted people… and “perfect” is precisely the other word he uses to describe his sister in her eulogy. To Joseph, “angels” (in general, not Faith’s Angels) are an ideal of purity and perfection. This is what he believes his “innocent”, “helpless” baby was and what he had turned Rachel into when she became Faith.

And I still like the idea of Faith Seed being an idealized combination of all the girls and women Joseph misses in his life but, if she’s supposed to be a substitute for one person in particular, I too think Rachel would be his daughter, not his wife. In addition to the NPC dialog about their relationship, I’ve also always believed that the use of the term “angelic” was no coincidence.

#even if it were true would he make that kind of innuendo publicly anyway? #I’m not sure… #given what the cult’s rules are #far cry 5 #joseph seed #faith seed #now I’m wondering how that line was translated in other languages #I need to investigate #not that it changes anything to the original english version but I’m curious

[memory-echo]

[Quarantine Marathon] "Independance Day" Part 4

— Maria taking her 'grief relief' after she sees Michael in the rain is both hilarious and heartwarming. Poor girl is trying so hard to pretend she doesn't care about him anymore… 😂

— You can't help but tear up a little when you see Maria realizing that Michael he's crying. I do, at least… And then, she respects him by not pushing him to tell her what’s wrong. Maria earned a lot of respect from Michael from that action.

Amy: My baby girl's having sex. Maria: I am not having sex. Amy: Then what exactly did you do? Maria: Nothing. We just slept. Amy: Yeah. I know that one. I've used that one.

— Amy seeing all of her bad choices flash before her eyes, but Maria is much too wise. If only her mother knew…

Liz: You know, what you said really made sense, and I've been sticking to it. And you would be so proud of me. I mean, just last night even, I said it really clearly. No. Of course, Max wasn't there… but when he is there, I'll be ready for him.

— This is awfully funny! It'll be even more hilarious later on but, for now, it's pretty funny! 🤣

Isabel: It's Hank. He's, um… he's been hurting him, and Max and I are trying to help. Maria: Oh my God, Isabel. Isabel: Michael made us promise not to say anything.

— Some promises need to be broken. These insidious secrets can't stand. 😟

Liz: What?! He spent the night?! Maria, what happened to 'no'?

— Her 'no' is just like your 'no'… Actually, your 'no' is a lot worse, but more on that later. 😏 #SexualHealing

Max: So, what did Valenti say? Michael: Well, he said he was gonna find me a new foster situation. Not a home. Situation. Max: I'm sure he meant… Michael: No matter what home I get, it's a substitute for the real one.

— For Michael, four walls and a roof do not a home make. Unfortunately, when you don't have a home, you don't know the meaning of the term, which makes it very difficult to know what you're looking for.

Isabel: I think it's time you either put up or shut up. Michael: Very poetic, Isabel. Isabel: You act like a 5-year-old. When are you going to grow up and stop blaming everybody else?

— As much as I agree with her, that's the last thing you should say to someone like Michael if you want him see reason or cooperate.

#Roswell #OGRoswell #QuarantineMarathon #115IndependanceDay #Maria DeLuca #Michael Guerin #Amy DeLuca #Liz Parker #Max Evans #Isabel Evans #liveblog

[lovelylittlelaika]

Hello. This blog uses two different tagging systems: by type of art and by type of flight.

Art:

Photos: Historical photographs.

Art: Drawings, paintings, sculptures, or other art depicting Soviet space dogs.

Music : For the intended viewing experience you can listen to all the music selections here.

Writing: Poems, books, and other writing about Soviet space dogs.

And by flight type: Orbital and Sub-Orbital

Orbital flights

Laika (Barker): Originally named Kudryavka (Curly), she was also given the nicknames Zhuchka (Little Bug) and Limonchik (Little Lemon) however the name Laika was the one that stuck. The first higher organism in space, she died due to overheating and stress.

Belka (Squirrel/Whitey) and Strelka (Little Arrow): The first higher organism to survive orbit in outer space.

Pchyolka (Little Bee) and Mushka (Little Fly): After reentry error their spacecraft was intentionally destroyed via self destruct to prevent investigation by foreign powers. Mushka was trained for Sputnik 2 with Laika, but had refused to eat properly.

Chernushka (Blackie): Recovered unharmed in capsule.

Zvyozdochka (Starlet): Named by cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin and flew in the last practice flight before his own. Safely recovered.

Veterok (Light Breeze) and Ugolyok (Ember): Spent 21 days in space. Though they took several weeks to recover from the side effect of prolonged time in space, they eventually recovered without long term issues.

Sub-Orbital Flights

Dezik, Tsygan (G#psy), and Lisa-1 (Fox): Dezik and Tsygan where the first dogs to ever make a suborbital flight, however on a subsequent flight Dezik and Lisa-1 both perished when their parachute failed to deploy.

Lisa-2 (Fox) and Ryzhik (Ginger): Successfully flew to an altitude of 100 km.

Smelaya (Brave) and Malyshka (Baby): Smelaya ran away the day of her initial flight, but was found the next day and made a successful flight with Malyshka, despite crashing when their parachute failed to deploy.

Bobik and ZIB (A Russian acronym for "Substitute for Missing Bobik", "Замена Исчезнувшему Бобику" Zamena Ischeznuvshemu Bobiku): After Bobik ran away just days before her flight, she was replaced by an untrained stray dog found on the barracks named ZIB. Made a successful flight to 100 km and back.

Otvazhnaya (Brave One) and Snezhinka (Snowflake): Successful flight. Otvazhnaya would make another 5 flights after that.

Albina and Tsyganka (G#psy Girl): Successful flight.

Damka (Queen of Checkers) and Krasavka (Little Beauty/Belladonna): Damka was also known as Shutka (Joke) and Zhemchuzhnaya (Pearly). Krasavka was also known as Kometka (Little Comet) and Zhulka (Cheater). Despite a series of equipment failures, both survived their flight.

Bars (Snow Leopard)and Lisichka (Little Fox): Both died due to the explosion of their rocket.

Other dogs that flew on sub-orbital flights include Dymka (Smoky), Modnitsa (Fashionista), and Kozyavka (Booger).

#writing

[nrrrdgrrrl2002]

Ranking the 2012 main 6 designs from favorite to least favorite

1. Raph

I love this design. From the neon green eyes to the dark red mask to the jade green skin to the chipped shell to his more lean, blocky body type and the fact he’s smol. 10/10. Wouldn’t change a thing.

2. Donnie

Another 10/10. I love his reddish brown eyes that contrast his lilac mask. The gap tooth is a must for Donnie’s to me now. I love how his light forest green skin makes him look pale to signify how he doesn’t go out of his lab that much. They really found the perfect mix of skinny and round with him and his egg head.

3. Mikey

10/10. He was made to be adorable and it worked amazingly. I love that his colors have a calm sunny tone with his light orange mask and yellow green skin. The baby blue eyes are such a nice contrast with this but also fit perfectly with their calm tone. I love his mask tails so much and the freckles are so cute and a must for Mikey designs to me now. I love the detail in the artbook that his shell is more loose because he still needs to grow into it.

4. Leo

Imma go with 8/10 for 2 reasons. One. His eye color. I know Leo’s kind of supposed to have a basic design and it fits his character but it bugs me to no end that his eyes are the same shade of blue as his mask. This could’ve easily been fixed by giving him dark brown eyes. Brown eyes are super common, it’s a nice contrast to his mask and it’s a subtle parallel to saki. Second. His lack of scars after the season 2 finale. I get they’d probably have to make a new model but it would’ve been such amazing visual storytelling if we could see scars on his knee and throat and actually see his cracked shell that Mikey mentioned. It would’ve shown how, despite “healing” from those injuries, that day will always affect him.

5. Casey

This is probably a shocker to anyone who knows how much I love Casey, but I would rate his design at a 6/10. I was originally gonna put him higher than Leo but I put him here for one big reason: his design creeps me out. I love this boy. His clothes, his color scheme, his freckles, his face shape and nose are all really great and creative design choices. So what bugs me about him? His teeth, his hair and his stature. Casey is amazing, but he is a victim of the uncanny valley. I think the missing teeth was a great touch, but the teeth we DO see are way too realistic and not at the same time. To the point I have to look away if I see a picture of him where his teeth are visible. Why didn’t they give him the Barbie teeth the others have? Why? Second. His hair. I know. He’s the type of guy who would think axe body spray can substitute a shower, so it’s realistic that his hair is flat with grease, but, and this is a personal opinion, it doesn’t vibe with his character. Casey is a very wild person. To me, it makes more sense if his hair was more floofy and all over the place. That’s probably just me, though. Last but not least; his stature. Yeah. Him being super super skinny is funny, but it feels like he’s from a different show. Other than certain girl characters, I don’t remember any humans in 2012 having such and exaggerated body type. Please. Keep him skinny. It works for the character, but add a little lean so he doesn’t look like pearl from Steven universe. Again. This is probably just me cause the people I’ve talked to about it seem to like how skinny he is.

6. April

Aprillll. My gurl. I’m so sorry 😭. You’re such an interesting character, you don’t deserve this 4/10 design. Where do I start? Let’s go with her outfit cause everyone roasts it. It’s bad. It’s baaaaaaddddd.

They had so many cute outfits for her in the concept art why was THIS the final choice??

I know everyone complains about the outfit so imma summarize. Real clothes like hers don’t wrap around your body like a skinsuit. I know layers were popular at the time but there’s a trick to it. Casey knows how to do it well. April does not. Also I hate the uggs.

Moving on to….

Her hair and eye color

Hoo boy

I’m not gonna complain too much about how her hair is animated cause, I get it. 2012 tv cgi animation. Not that great for hair.

I AM gonna complain about her hair color though. It is WAY too orange to be natural, and yet it is. April being a redhead is iconic but that vibrant of an orange doesn’t fit her character. If anything, they should’ve given it a pinker tone to tie to her kraang origins.

Next Is her eye color. I know some people say her eyes are too big, but I like it along with her round face and freckles. One problem. Combine those with her insanely orange hair and baby blue eyes and she looks too much like Mikey. Again. They should’ve made her eyes mutagen green blue or kraang to subtly tie to her kraang origins which leads me to my last complaint;

If she is half kraang, her design should tie to that. You don’t have to give her kraang tentacles and full fangs from the get go, but something as simple as a color scheme change would’ve done her so much good.

Just like Irma saying she’s allergic to gluten doesn’t seem like it means anything until after the twist is revealed, april having pinkish red hair and green eyes wouldn’t be thought about until after the twist. Then, because the show stopped caring about april having a double life between being a normal girl and a kunoichi, you could have the crystal arc give her pinkish skin and kraang tentacles.

Aprils not a bad character, but dear lord does she need a redesign.

Alrighty! Now. How would y’all rank the main 6s designs from your fav to least fav and why?

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 raph #tmnt 2012 donatello #tmnt 2012 casey jones #tmnt 2012 leo #tmnt 2012 april #tmnt 2012 mikey

[murfeelee]

End of Year Asks

Saw this questionnaire on my dash, and couldn’t resist!

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1: Song of the year? The Rumbling (Attack on Titan OST). AoT started 2022 off CORRECT, lemme tell you.

2: Album of the year? The Bleach Thousand Year Blood War OST. That Quincy Imperial March gets me going! I can’t wait for the official release.

3: Favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year? Kaho Nakamura, from the Belle (2021) OST. Every song she sang was EXCELLENT, her voice is LITERALLY a bell.

4: Movie of the year? The only movies I’ve watched this year are anime, and Belle was my favorite, even though it came out in 2021.

5: TV show of the year? TV: AMC’s Interview with the Vampire. Anime: Bleach.

6: Episode of tv or webisode that defined the year for you? Bleach TYBW S01E01, the hype was real--Bleach is BACK, baby! \(^0^)/ This has been the year of astounding adaptations. We waited TEN YEARS for this, and it was PERFECTION.

7: Favorite actor of the year? Jacob Anderson. My mind was blown, seeing Grey Worm from Game of Thrones turn into THIIIIIIIIS sexy AF vampire, WTF?

8: Game of the year? God of War: Ragnarok. Only been waiting FOUR EFFING YEARS for the sequel.

9: Best month for you this year? June & July, when I was on Summer Break.

10: Something that made you cry this year? So much anime, too much homework.

11: Something you want to do again next year? Go to an anime convention.

12: Talk about a new friend you made this year. I met a nice girl in my Greek class who’s super sweet. We study together and spend most of the time fussing about how much we hate Greek. XD

13: How was your birthday this year? I don’t even remember. My Halloween was lovely though.

14: Favorite book you read this year? The only books I read lately are for school, and none of them are what I’d call favorites.

15: What’s a bad habit you picked up this year? Getting fat off of junk food. I’ve never been this big in my life. I’m depressed.

16: Post a picture from the beginning of the year:

I really didn’t sim much this year--the only pic I posted in January was from my New Years miniset. U_U

17: Post a picture from the end of the year:

My newest hyperfixation--I make myself tired.

18: A memorable meal this year? I ate raw fish at a sushi place for the first time. Never again. At least I wasn’t the one paying. DEEP FRY my food, please, thanks.

19: What’re you excited about for next year? My fave professor’s coming off sabbatical next year, so I’m stoked! I was dead bored this year.

20: What’s something you learned this year? A lot. How much of it will be relevant to my research though....? HA.

21: What’s something new about your place of residence (room, home, or general location) now vs the start of the year? The extra layer of dust over everything, cuz I ain’t in the mood to clean.

22: Favorite place you visited this year? My mom’s is the only place I ever travel to.

23: If you could send a message to yourself back on the first day of the year, what would it be? Get more sleep, idiot, and put the Pepsi down.

24: Did you keep any New Year’s Resolutions? Not really U_U I didn’t get around to doing any Dragon Age or Cyberpunk stuff this year. And I only did a little bit of the Untamed gameplay. The most headway I made was with Bleach, but I didn’t even finish the Substitute Arc--I really wanted to get to the Soul Society stuff.

25: Did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? Describe one: I REcreated plenty of sims from a bunch of new fandom INSP gameplays, including: Bleach, The Old Guard, Critical Role, and Interview with the Vampire. I think my favorite has been Caduceus from Critical Role.

I had a lot of fun making him and his CC with all the mushrooms, and the lot I built for him, full of plants and stuff. So rarely do I indulge in High Fantasy, because it’s HARD to do fanciful gameplay--especially for MEN, since everything’s female-oriented in The Sims 3 communitty--unless I make the CC myself--which I hate doing. But I really wanted Caduceus in my game, so, alas.

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Thanks for reading!

Happy Simming, and Happy New Year!

#questionnaire #I hate school #music

[maryamjoyce]

full name: maryam joyce date of birth: 11 april 1990 gender & pronouns: cis woman, she/her

sexuality: bisexual & biromantic occupation: university lecturer time in london: the last four years + between the ages of 18 and 22 height: 5′10′’ hair colour & style: dark brown, wavy, a bit past her shoulders eye colour: dark brown

click here for maryam’s pinterest!

trigger warning for mentions of religion

maryam was born and raised in the town of stroud, gloucestershire, around ten miles from gloucester. hers was a happy, almost idyllic childhood spent playing in the sprawling gardens of the family home with her older sister and two younger brothers. while maryam’s sister is technically a half-sister - she’s from her mother’s previous relationship - they never made that distinction. 

her parents had a bit of a whirlwind romance that resulted in thirty-four years of marriage and counting. her muslim father is originally from saudi arabia and arrived to the uk for his physics phd. he ended up really hitting it off with the woman working at the university’s reception on his very first day. maryam’s mother was from a family of anglican churchgoer and a recently divorced single mum. the two married just a year after they first met and welcomed little baby maryam ten months after the wedding.

while the household didn’t necessarily seem all that outwardly pious to outsiders. religion was always a big part of the family dynamic and something that was discussed often and in great length. maryam was a curious child and loved getting involved in these conversations, even when the concepts seemed far too complicated for her. she loved lingering in doorways when her parents had friends over, keen on sharing her opinions and the facts she had so meticulously taught herself.

she was a bright student and went on to attend an all-girls grammar school. she didn’t necessarily love it and despite doing well academically, often struggled with the social aspect of high school. she was kind of an awkward, gangly teen who spoke too little or far too much and couldn’t really figure out what her crowd was for quite a while. she eventually befriended a group of girls, some of whom she’s still in contact with to this day.

maryam moved to london at the age of 18 to attend the university of roehampton. she went on to receiver her bachelor’s degree in philosophy, religion and ethics before completing her master’s in theology and religious studies. while in london, she shared a flat with a fellow uni student. their friendship blossomed into a romance of sorts even though they never officially dated. the situation was fairly messy, but maryam has a lot of fond memories of this time as the relationship taught her a great deal. they’re still friendly with each other and meet up from time to time to laugh at their past shenanigans.  

after graduating, she moved back to gloucestershire and worked as a substitute teacher for a bit before heading to bangor, wales for her phd in philosophy and religion. her thesis on the philosophy of religiously unaffiliated spirituality garnered praise and solidified her decision to pursue a career in academia. 

she moved to notting hill and started working as a lecturer at king’s college london around four years ago. she mainly teaches and researches sociology of religion, including the intersectionality of religion and identity. hopes to land the job of a senior lecturer in the near future, and can’t really imagine doing anything else. 

she shares a small two-bedroom home with a flatmate and her two beloved cats. london is obviously ridiculously expensive, but maryam also genuinely likes sharing her space. she knows she wouldn’t like living all by herself all that much. in fact, she has never actually lived alone as she has always either lived with her family or a flatmate. 

maryam is bilingual and grew up speaking arabic with her father. she’s also fluent in french and studied hebrew, ancient greek and latin during her studies. her streak on duolingo is over two years long, but she doesn’t take it all that seriously. she just really likes mobile games and this one just happens to teach her languages, making it a little more productive than candy crush.

an avid collector of all sorts of trinkets, maryam does not vibe with the minimalist aesthetic. her bedroom is full of knickknacks and keepsakes. she also collects books and dreams of being the sort of person who actually reads the books she buys. to be fair, she does read a lot, but it’s mostly stuff related to her research or the lectures she’s planning. all the new, exciting fiction books have gone unread for years. this fact has not slowed down her buying habits, though.

she’s a bit of a chaos academic. she’s genuinely passionate about her work and believes she’s doing something important and meaningful, but that absolutely does not mean she does it gracefully or without intense procrastination and sleepless nights. 

and here are some super basic connection ideas for anyone interested!

childhood friends! they could be from stroud as well, but maryam also spent most of her childhood summers in cornwall. a friendship where they met every summer for years could be super cute, especially if they fell out of touch and just reconnected!

she has loads of cousins from her mum’s side, so those are always welcome. 

along the same line, a childhood pen pal! since maryam had trouble making friends as a teenager, she poured out her heart to her pen pal. i would imagine they stopped writing at some point but remained facebook friends or something like that. 

people she met during university, either in london or in bangor. could be fellow uni students or just folks who happened to live in either of the cities. 

maryam’s certainly not looking for the one or anything like that, but she does like going on dates and meeting new people. could be of any gender. 

#nothillhqintro #the new and improved maryam! #religion cw

[cathygeha]

REVIEW

Unforgiven by Rebecca Zanetti

Deep Ops #5

 Compelling, hard driving, excellent story that I could not put down. Felt I was there in the midst of the action and a participant throughout. Great Book!

 What I liked:

* Gemma: woman on the run, single mother, abused in the past, strong, intelligent, working as a substitute university professor

* Jethro: ex-MI6, lethal, intelligent, has worked with the Deep Ops team in the past, a bit of a loner that has been taken in by the team

* Trudy: Gemma’s daughter, sweet, kind, adds a lot to the story

* The way Gemma and Jethro interact and grow together as a couple as they communicate as equals

* The Deep Ops team: getting to see the couples and hearing how they were doing

* Wondering which Deep Ops member will find their HEA next

* Scott: The lawyer and ex-Marine that was there for the team but also might have been smitten by Millie

* Roscoe: a wonderful dog…with a bit of a booze problem…great with all ages

* Oliver and Ian: came over from England, also ex-MI6, might get a job with Deep Ops in the future

* Wondering if Dana and Wolfe will have a baby boy or a baby girl

* Wondering what is up with Serena

* Knowing that there is another book in the series to look forward to

* That the bad guys were dealt with by the end of the book

 What I didn’t like: * Who and what I was meant not to like – it was easy to dislike the two evil characters as well as a few more

* Having to wait to find out what will happen next in the series

 Did I like this book? Yes

Would I read more in this series? Definitely

 Thank you to NetGalley and Kensington Lyrical Press for the ARC – This is my honest review.

 5 Stars

      BLURB

 Run: Gemma Falls never expected to use her game theory expertise to outrun a killer. But for years, that skill is all that kept her one step ahead of a deadly stalker. When Gemma gets the chance to teach at D.C. University, she hopes she and her young daughter have found a safe harbor. The only flaw is the arrogant philosophy professor who’s always underfoot giving unwanted advice—in his sexy British accent . . .

Hide: Jethro Hanson has blood on his hands. He’s working within ivy-covered university halls now, but he knows that his work with the Deep Ops team and the deadly acts he once committed for the sake of Queen and country place him beyond forgiveness—until he meets Gemma . . .

Seek: Soon, the passion between them stuns them both. But when Jethro discovers a threat is fast overtaking her, he must choose between the redemption he seeks—and releasing the ever-present killer inside . .

#Rebecca Zanetti #deep ops 5 #NetGalley #Kensington Lyrical Press #Romantic Suspense #Romance #Fiction

[holylulusworld]

Her substitute (5) - Baby Girl

Summary: Once you were her best friend. Now her widower seeks shelter in your arms.

Square Filled: Free Space for @walker-bingo​​​

Ship: Cordell Walker x fem!Reader, Cordell Walker x Emily Walker (widowed)

Characters: Bonham Walker, Stella Walker, August Walker, Abeline Walker

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of loss of a loved one, remorse, idiots in love, smut, unprotected sex, possessive Walker, creampie, marking kink, marking, fluff

Word Count: 1,7 k

Her substitute masterlist

2021 Walker Bingo masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics​​

<< Part 4

“...and even now, I think about him and his fucking hands.”

“Baby Girl,” pinned to the wall right next to the entrance of his house you ask yourself if it was the right decision to cave in once again. “Fuck, I’ve missed you so much, missed this pussy.”

“Cord,” while Cordell grips your ass tighter to pump up into you like a madman, you try to hold tight onto his shoulders. “Maybe we should go to the bedroom. What if someone sees us?”

“The kids are at my parent’s place,” he buries his face in your neck, groans deeply when you wrap your legs tighter around his waistline. “No one is going to disturb me while I destroy this cunt.”

“That’s not funny,” you pant, laughing when Cordell lifts his head to meet your eyes. “I don’t want anyone to see me—I mean, my naked ass.”

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” capturing your lips in a heated kiss Cordell takes your breath away. “No one is going to see you like this but me. No one.” He emphases his words with a particularly hard thrust. “But I can pin you to my bed later if you want me to.”

“Self-confident much, Mr. Walker,” you grin up at Cordell. “What if I will go after you made me cum?” he growls at your words, pushing even harder into you. He rocks your body, forces you to wrap your arms around his neck to hold tight onto him. 

“I will use my handcuffs and keep you locked away in my bedroom. No more New York, no more leaving me,” he captures your lips in a hasty kiss, breathes praises and your name against your lips. “Baby girl,” he says breathlessly, “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed your stubborn ass too,” he grabs your ass harder, holds you against the wall with all his strength. The muscles in his arms strain and fuck, the veins in his neck pop out, “and your dick.”

“Fuck, Cordell!” you whimper with every harsh thrust. “What has gotten into you?” round two at the bedroom is much rougher than before.

Your hands restrained to his headboard with his handcuffs, legs over his shoulders, and your ass in a tight grip he pumps into you.

“Look at you, all spread out for me,” he slams into you, mercilessly jerking his hips into yours. “You’ll never take another cock. I’m the only man you can fuck.”

“If you keep on going like that, you’ll destroy my pussy,” tugging at the handcuffs holding you to the headboard you groan. “I will have bruises when you are done.”

“I’ll mark this body with my cock, hands, and teeth. You will wear my marks with pride and tell everyone it was me fucking you good,” Cordell squeezes your ass tightly. He smirks darkly, knowing you are close to falling apart. “I want you to cum all over me.”

“I-I’m on it,” sweat runs down your body, your muscles ache, and to be honest, you feel like you ran a marathon. “After that round, I need a break.”

“Aw, is my baby girl tired?” the sound of your slicked cunt taking his cock in fills the room and you pray, no one can hear your desperate wails when he tilts his hips to brush over your g-spot. “You are meant to take my dick. I will never not fill this cunt.”

“I—” a strangled cry is all you give Cordell in return when your cunt tightens around his length. His balls tighten and you can feel his cum shoot into your abused sex. He groans your name, hips jerking uncontrollably to pump every droplet into you. “Fuck, did you forget a condom?”

“No—” he drops your legs to cover your body, lips claiming yours in a dirty kiss. “I’ll cum inside of you anytime I want to from now on. You’re my girl.”

“You made a mess,” sighing you look down your body. “I’m sweaty, sore and now my thighs and pussy are sticky too.”

“Felt so good,” Cordell buries his face in your neck, kissing your skin softly. “I’ve missed this, missed you. I’ll never let you go again.”

“Do you want to keep me here, restrained to your bed?” you challenge. “I’m not against having you on top of me, but you’re heavy and I need a shower.”

“Just a minute,” he opens the handcuffs, thumbs gently caressing your wrists. “How about we stay like this a few more minutes and I’ll clean you in the bathtub.”

“I thought—” you close your eyes when Cordell wraps his arms around your weak body. “Okay.” You don’t say what’s on your mind. 

“I know you believed I want you to go now, Y/N,” kissing your neck again Cordell sighs. “I’m sorry, baby girl. I was a fool for letting you go. I should’ve begged you to stay with me. It’s just, I felt like the worst person ever for seducing my wife’s best friend.”

“Can we have that shower now?” you sniffle, hiding you felt guilty every time you had sex with Cordell.

“Just one more minute, Y/N,” he whispers against your skin. “Let me hold you for a while. I need this, need you.”

“That’s a great bathtub,” you stretch your legs, smirking when Cordell runs his large hands over your breasts. “No touching, Sir.”

“Hey, that’s my bathtub, lady. You jumped into my bathtub and settled between my legs. Now your back is pressed against my chest and your ass rubs against my dick. If I share my water with you, I want to touch your tits.”

“Jesus don’t tell me you are hard again,” leaning back against his chest you sigh. “I can’t go again. I will be sore as hell, Cordell.”

He slowly runs a loofah over your skin, wondering if he should tell you what weighs heavy on his heart. “Baby—no Y/N,” he clears his throat. “I wanted to tell you. No, I must tell you that you mean the world to me.”

“That was cheesy, Mr. Walker,” you close your eyes to relax in Cordell’s arms. “Maybe I like you too.”

“You’re a brat only to be a brat,” he grumbles behind you. “I—fuck, baby girl. This is hard. No, it’s easy but I’m awful at talking about feelings. You know I loved Emily with all my heart, and a part of my heart will always belong to her, but if you want to have the rest of my heart it’s yours.” 

“Dude,” turning around in his embrace you lie on his chest. You grin up at Cordell, searching his face while you try to tame your wildly beating heart. “Did your dad write a speech for you?”

His cheeks turn pink, and you know, Bonham did write a speech for his son.

“What I tried to tell you is,” he hesitates, simply looks down at you on his chest. “I love you, baby girl.”

“I love you too, big dummy,” pressing your forehead into his shoulder you sigh. “But I can’t do this anymore. If you want to use my body and roll off seconds later to leave me alone in my cold bed, I’m out.”

“This is over, Y/N,” he whispers, ashamed he treated you badly. “Emily would be ashamed I treated her best friend as a warm body I can use to feel better. I promise to be a good partner, boyfriend, and lover from now on.”

“Y/N,” Stella grasps for your hand to drag you toward her grandparents’ house. “So, will you stay or go back to New York? Did dad apologize? Do you still like him? Wait, he held a speech right?”

“Stella, let the poor girl breathe,” Bonham chuckles. His eyes drift toward his son awkwardly stand behind you and his daughter. “Did you hold a speech, son?”

“He did the whole thing, Bonham. Next time, add roses and sweets,” you give Bonham a wink. “Now, what do we eat tonight?”

“I know what I’d like to eat,” Cordell whispers, eyes drifting toward you. 

“What did you say, Cordell?” Abeline asks, searching her son’s face. “We are having your favorite. Come in and help me prepare the dishes…”

“I have to announce something,” Cordell suddenly gets up from his chair to look around the table. “I’m glad everyone is here tonight. Firstly, I need to make sure you all know I will always love Emily, my wife,” he looks at his parents, nodding at his father, “and the mother of my children,” his eyes drift toward Stella and August. He sniffs, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his shirt.

“Dad, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” Stella asks, watching you squirm on your seat. “Please stop making me nervous.”

“I—you see,” your partner grasps for your hand to squeeze it tightly. “I love Y/N,” he finally brings out. “I know this is sudden but, I want everyone to know she’s the woman I want in my life.”

“Cordell, son,” Bonham smirks, “we already knew you are in love with Y/N. Watching you pine over your partner was tragic and painful. I’m glad you manned up.”

“When will she move in with us?” Stella blurs out, looking at you. “Right! You will move in! We can have girls nights and talk trash about dad and boys. Oh, we can paint our nails pink.”

“Stella, calm down,” August snickers. “I’m sure Y/N will move in when she’s ready.” Cordell quirks a brow, wondering when his son became a man. “Now let’s have dessert.”

“No, I want to know when Y/N moves in! Her apartment is small, and she can sleep in dad’s bedroom every night if she moves in. I mean, there will be adult noises and I do not like imaging my dad—” shuddering Stella looks at you, giving you puppy dog eyes. “Please…”

“Y/N, would you give me the honor and move in with me and my demanding daughter? August is easy to handle and you’ll barely recognize he’s around,” Cordell smirks when you nod silently. “See, it’s settled. Now let’s eat…”

Three months later you moved in with Cordell and his family. Giving your best friend’s husband and his family new hope and someone to lean on.

…and you gave yourself a loving boyfriend and two wonderful children you will love to raise with Cordell…

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