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lauriegraham01 · 8 months

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i know you

pairings: will graham x gn!reader

summary: wills just been released from the baltimore state hospital for the criminally insane, he's lost parts of himself and you try to calm him through the storm that is his mind.

wc: 1,202

a/n: inspo from two songs actually: bobby by alex g, i know you by faye webster, and maybe a line of maroon by ts.

will, you have been my rare gift in this life- <3

It's been four days since Will had been released from the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane.

Not even within the hour of being released, Jack Crawford had him back on the field. You added to your list of grievances against Jack when Beverly shot you a text saying Will was working on the case of Miriam Lass. You felt defeated as one of the poisons in Will's life had managed to seep his way in again.

Jack wouldn't allow you to visit Will while he was admitted. He said your personal relationship would interfere with the case against him. As your boss, you knew he was in the right, but as someone who also knew Will, he knew the harm he was doing by placing you out of reach.

When Jack came to your office to tell you of Will's attempt on murdering Hannibal, he had expected any other reaction then the one you had given.

"He's been telling you from the start Jack but you won't listen." Looking up at him you see the unamused look on his face from where he stands towering over your desk.

"What are you implying then?" Leaning over he gets closer as he carries an edge in his voice. You know an intimidation tactic when you see one and you remain unphased underneath his gaze.

"You kill Hannibal, you kill the Chesapeake Ripper. Once you see the murders have you stopped, then you'll believe that it was Hannibal all this time."

You get up from your desk and grab your coat as you make way for the door before granting him one last look.

"Just like Will has been telling you."

Now Will's home, but he's not. After spending a few months locked away as a pawn in somebody else's game, he came back a different man. He lost a piece of himself every day. As everyone turned against him, and without having you as an anchor, he questioned his mind, his sanity, and his reality.

Right now you both sat side by side on the front porch of the farmhouse as you watched the dog's play around in the snow. You never thought that you would get this back, to be able to feel things were normal for even a second and Will wasn't battling forces of evil that were far too intricate for you to comprehend.

"I missed this," you break the silence that hung in the air. " Things feel normal for once."

"I don't think normal is something that I can go back to y/n," his voice came out hoarse, sleep still evident in his throat.

"There's still a chance though, right?" You throw a side glance of him as you bring the cup of your coffee within your hands, up to your lips.

Will stays silent for a while. You weren't sure if even you were waiting for a response, understanding if he didn't. His mind is no longer the way it was months before, operating in an entirely new way as he viewed the world through a different lens.

Yet you remained the same in his eyes. His perfect design. He knew that Jack was punishing him by preventing you from seeing him, and not seeing you for a long time caused irrevocable damage to him. The voices in his head told him that you wouldn't believe him, that you couldn't be with a man as broken as he was, that you didn't love him anymore.

He turned his head to look at your face. As you felt his eyes on you, you met his gaze and he felt his heart swell within his chest. He still felt that rush that surged through him whenever he was near you. Will has loved you through your toughest storms, but he didn't think he was worthy of your undying loyalty, love, and patience.

"Where's your mind at Will?" Voice gentle, afraid that he may shut you out at the sudden curiosity.

"I told everyone Hannibal was a killer...and nobody believed me."

There's a pain so evident in his voice that you've never heard before. An ache so profound so desolate, that it just confirms how it'll be a long time before Will would get even a fraction of his mind back.

"I did," you softly affirmed.

"I do."

"How can you love me?"

"Do you remember when we first met?" His eyebrows scrunch up, not understanding the connection or relevance to the topic at hand. Taking his silence as means to go on, you think back to all those years ago to when you and Will were still in your lunchbox days.

"I grabbed your hand and you tore my dress after I got so upset at the amount of mud that caked at the bottom of it. You've cleaned up so many of my messes over the years Will as I have for you. With you, I've felt things I can't express and I know you've lost your way and made your messes but I'll clean it for you."

You reach out for his hand and with fingers intertwined, he feels a sense of comfort-something that had almost become foreign to him. But of course you were the one to remind him of that feeling, because even after this time you were the candle burning in the bleak of the night. The one shred of hope he had left that there was good in this world, that the raging seas that his mind traveled through would one day calm down to still waters.

"Did you ever lose faith in me?"

"No," you immediately replied.

"I told you a long time ago that I had enough faith for the both of us and I meant it." Squeezing his hand, he took note of how your eyes shifted around as you tried to fight off the intense wave of emotions he knew were consuming you.

"I didn't lose it then even when you tried to have Hannibal killed. I know you had your reasons and I could understand why you did what you did. And there's no way in hell i'm gonna lose it now."

"I love you unforgivably Will, without hesitation." Your voice comes out high pitched towards the end as you felt your throat tightening.

"I'm here regardless of the pain, don't ever tell me to go away from you. I know you, Will. I love you."

He lets go of your intertwined hands before wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer to him. He laid his chin on top of your head as you burrowed your face into the side of his neck. The scent of his aftershave filled your senses and you let out a heavy sigh, grateful that moments like these could happen. Grateful that Will was here and hopeful that there could be a path to healing.

"I know you too, and I love you y/n," he whispers as he pulls back to capture your lips in a soft kiss. The lips that he knew he could always call home.

#nbc hannibal #hannibal #will graham x reader #will graham #hugh dancy #jack crawford #madds mikkelsen #slight angst #hurt/comfort #hannibal tv

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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can you write a fanfic about emily and R having a daughter?

A mini you

*Authors note~ I took a fair few creative liberties here. I wasn't sure what sides of this you wanted so I decided to try capture all points, I hope that's okay anon*

Trigger warnings~ fluff?

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

When you reach a certain age, it's only natural to think over your younger days. Remembering the good and the bad, reflecting on the years you'd lived. For you, that moment was happening now as you and your wife were getting ready to attend a wedding.

Emily and yourself were high school sweethearts, the kind that everyone just knew would stay together forever, if Emily was somewhere you weren't far behind. Even at the age of seventeen you knew you wanted her to be your wife. Emily was so unapologetically herself and that's what helped you come out to the world. Those times were some of the best, even when you were sneaking around to see one another. You even went to prom with her, you in this stunning maroon, floor length dress and her in this form fitting suit. That night she'd turned up at your house with a bunch of red roses for you. That night was certainly magical.

When you both finished school, Emily went through the FBI academy, you stood by her every step of the way while you went down a teaching route. You knew that work and home life would need to be kept separate as much as possible, if Emily had to go undercover then they couldn't recognise her as your partner. The day Emily got accepted into the BAU, she took you out to dinner and got down on one knee. You knew then this was your forever. Being her wife was a dream and you couldn't believe it was finally going to come true.

After your wedding things calmed down, you got to know the rest of the team, often coming in to see Garcia when the team were working a case, in your holidays you opted to work in Garcias office, the company was nice and if you got to hear your wife's voice then that was a bonus. Emily loved knowing you weren't alone while she was away so she would often come straight to Garcias office after arriving back to steal a quick hug and kiss from you.

Children were something you always knew you wanted, Emily too. And with her job it made offending IVF easy. The decision on who would carry your child was easy, Emily loved being in the field and being pregnant would make that rather difficult for her, you didn't mind carrying your child but you had one request. "Emi I want a mini you, those dimples, those eyes and that hair. Your kind heart and smart mouth" you murmured one night. So it was decided you'd use Emily's egg but you'd carry the baby. And that's how you were given your beautiful daughter Delilah Faye.

You'll never forget the day you went into labour, a slow day for the BAU, paperwork really and you were with Garcia getting a drink in the little kitchen. You'd ignored the niggly pains you'd been having putting them down to Braxton and hicks, but when your water broke, the squeal of Garcia alerted your wife and the rest of the team to what it really was. Your wife instantly hoping into protection mode, she and Garcia helped you to the car before she took you the hospital, thankfully all the bags had taken residence in her boot weeks ago.

Delilah's infant days were certainly an adjustment, Emily had two weeks off to help you but that flew by. You adored having your daughter to care for, a little piece of Emily while she was away. Realistically, she was a very easy baby, but completely a mamas girl. In her toddler years she showed just how much of her mothers fiery temper she had, if Emily had a case and Delilah wanted her mama you knew about it. It often upset you thinking she didn't love you the same way. Every time you felt such a way your wife was quick to remind you Delilah loves her momma just as much, it's just because Emily has to travel so often that she clings to her so much.

As Delilah aged, you began to see just what Emily was saying, Delilah was five the first time you had to leave for a teachers conference, you hadn't expected her to cry and cling on to you as you kissed them bye. She even had Emily FaceTime you before bedtime. She snuggled into your wife as you talked her about her day and how much you love and missed her. Only then did she fall asleep snuggled on your wife's chest. The sight truly making your heart ache, the two raven haired beauties so far away from you, you began to wonder if this is how Emily felt when she was away with work.

You and Emily were both present on the day she started high school, her teenage mindset not wanting to be embarrassed as you both dropped her off, "mommmm!" She whined seeing you crying slightly, "mama she's crying again." Your wife chuckled and they both said their goodbyes before driving away far enough to not be seen. She parked up and pulled you into her arms. "Angel, she'll be okay" she reassured as you sniffled into her shoulder, "she's all grown up em" you mumbled truly craving those baby days back, where she was so small and needed you both. "Come on angel let's get you to your work children."

The day Delilah left for college you both cried and laughed at how the moving process went. Your wife quick to remind you the perks of an empty house and your daughter quick to remind you she was more than ready for this step. Clearly you were the emotional one that day, you reminded her she can always come home and you and Emily were only a phone call away. That memory triggering the one where she was a scared twelve year old who just got her first period. She came in to your bedroom on a rare weekend that Emily was home thinking she was dying. She just needed the comfort and guidance of her mothers and you both gave her that, she would always have that ready and waiting should she need it.

Before her final year in college she brought home her first boyfriend. This time it was Emily who needed to be reminded that Delilah was smart and wouldn't choose anyone unworthy. She knew her self worth you'd both made sure of that. Emily couldn't help but profile the guy though, and she made sure to keep a protective eye on Delilah. Even going as far to warn him on all the things she could make happen if he ever hurt her in any way shape of form.

The same boyfriend was about to marry your daughter, he became just as much a child to you as your work children. He made your little girl happy and that was all that matters. After all they shared a love similar to you and Emily and that was truly the highlight of your life. Your daughter truly was a mini Emily, even opting for a similar style of clothing as your wife. It was clear she admired her, but she would adopt traits that were undeniably you. And that's what you'd always dreamed of, a mini Emily mixed with the better parts of you. Your perfect flower, only now she'd bloomed and now was going to be someone else's. That's okay though because she will always be yours and Emily's daughter, the miracle of your lives.

Word count~ 1314

#anon answered #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x fem!reader #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss x you #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds #anon requested

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ruinouss · 3 months

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Starter for @fellapart

Glasses clinked, sloshing contents over their edges as the newest patrons of the tavern cheered and sang old shanties with the workers. A thin cloud of smoke hung on the ceiling as more cigars, pipes, and cigarettes were lit, only clearing a bit when the front door swung open and allowed for some of it to escape. The island wasn't particularly large, only housing a single village but was protected from the maelstroms that surrounded the area.

Only a skilled navigator could guide ships through the treacherous water safely and back onto the Grand Line. It was why the Buggy pirates had been currently marooned on the island. With the navigator sick, they couldn't hope to sail onward without getting sucked into a massive whirlpool.

"I reckon y'all will be in town for a while then," she looked at the first three cards that had been flipped on the table: a king of diamonds, seven of spades, and queen of diamonds. Lifting her own cards off the table she peeked at the corners to see they had not changed from a seven of hearts and king of hearts. What were the chances she could get another king or seven in the two remaining flips? One of the other players had already folded and it was just her, the pirate captain, and one of his other crewmates.

Faye took a sip of her whiskey, slamming the glass down a bit harder than she meant before raising the bet. If she could get another seven or king then she could win with a full house. But if one of them had two queens in their hand and one of the next cards was a queen they'd beat her with four of a kind. She looked between the two remaining players, searching for tells.

"Ya ain't gonna be able t' sail around those pools without'm and if he's got the tide fever then he ain't gonna be able t' do much for at least another week or two."

#fellapart #v. on the high seas [one piece]

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knowspeace · 1 year

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No thoughts, head empty just midnights

karma - faye

vigilante shit - clementine

would've could've should've - mary

bejeweled - shannon

mastermind - ava

you're on your own kid - inez

lavender haze - jaime

anti-hero - sam

maroon - lucas

midnight rain - kass

question...? - spencer

labyrinth - landon

high infidelity - ali

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bishiglomper · 2 months

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Oh something funny about my friend

I've always called them fae, they have a funky multicolored house secluded at the edge of a tiny town 10 minutes away, a room with a bunch of fairy art, they have a tree that expels these flowers or pollen that looks like tiny fairies; very ethereal. She's into witchy and mystical stuff and her hair is always maroon, so I'm not sure her natural color is... ive seen it brown? Her husband was bald. I always thought he looked like a gnome with his beard.

But she has 2 very red headed fair skinned girls. Named Willow and Silva. Everyone has always referred to them as 'the reds'. Not twins but close enough they look it.

My friend was telling us that if not for one of the girls having a birthday close to hers, everyone otherwise forgets. So the joke is she just doesn't age anymore. And honestly I don't think she has and I've been acquainted for like 12 years I would have pegged her for my age.

But on top of those she was like 'did I tell you I'm officially fae now?'

BTW I had only recently, like the last year told her that I believed they were fae. She just did this exasperated sigh. like that is NOT the first time shes gotten that lmao

Anyway she went to get her last name changed after her divorce and they misspelled both her first and middle name.

She got the first name fixed, she said she was too old to relearn how to spell her name lol

But APPARENTLY

Her middle name was FAYE

And they misspelled it to FAE.

So it's official now 🤣

She's trying to embrace it like someone's told her it was just meant to be. I mean woman does tarot she gotta admit when shit comes together like that 👀🤣

#fae #fae folk #just rambling

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hysteria-things · 2 months

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PLAYLIST

ʚ♡ɞ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ʚ♡ɞ

𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 — wallows

❝oh, my love, i don’t know why we have to fight

i’d say your words ‘cause we won’t find the light❞

𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 — wallows

❝sharing all the things we loved when we grew up

memorizing things that you know of

you can make all mine your own❞

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐔 (𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓) — djo

❝something about you makes me feel like a kid

was it a dream or is it all in the past?❞

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐈 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 — stephen sanchez

❝i’ll never let you go again like i did❞

𝐘𝐊𝐖𝐈𝐌? — yot club

❝i feel like i’m falling out

well, that’s how it seems

i think that i’m falling out

you know what i mean?❞

𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 — cuco

❝i let this so-called fame get deep into my head

and i’d end up doing thoughtless things

that i soon would regret❞

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 — troye sivan

❝i’m sure we’ll meet in the spring

and catch up on everything

i’ll say i’m proud of all that you’ve done

you taught me the ropes, and you taught me to love❞

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 — catie turner

❝‘cause i wanna be somebody to someone

but it all is starting to blur like a dream❞

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐓 — lord huron

❝i had all and then most of you

some and now none of you❞

𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 — maroon 5

❝here’s to the ones that we got

cheers to the wish you were here, but you’re not

‘cause the drinks bring back all the memories

of everything we’ve been through❞

𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝟐 — kanye west

❝so just grab somebody, no leavin’ this party

with nobody to love, nobody, nobody❞

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 — labrinth

❝i thought you were my new best friend

wish i knew better then

who knew you were just out to get me❞

𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 — faye webster

❝i’m here regardless of the pain

don’t ever tell me to go away

from you❞

𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒? — tyler, the creator

❝don’t get green skin (green skin), keep contact

don’t say, “goodbye, smell you later” (later)❞

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 — tv girl

❝because love can burn like a cigarette

and leave you with nothin’❞

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo fluff #[ ✿ ] promise?

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timomaraus · 11 months

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June 7, 2023

CNN A rundown of all the Republicans running for president so far (Editor's Note: I'd like to see CNN and the rest of humanity run down all the Republicans running for president. So far.)

CNN Wearing a helmet, Damar Hamlin participates in full Buffalo Bills practice (Editor's Note: Ok, it's football. Helmets are required. Nothing unusual happened to his head. He had a heart attack. So the helmet part really isn't breaking news here.)

CNN Why this iconic portrait of Faye Dunaway couldn't happen today (Editor's Note: Well, for starters, she's 82 now.)

CNN An iconic Taco Bell menu item is going vegan (Editor's Note: Forget vegan. I'd just like to get confirmation that Taco Bell menu items are actually food.)

CNN UFO expert: Removing stigma around UFOs will lead to more answers (Editor's Note: Yes, and a good first step toward removing the stigma will be if we start referring to them as 'legal aliens.')

CNN This leafy green could be your new favorite summer salad (Editor's Note: Cannabis Caesar, anyone?)

CNN Pence announces presidential run: 'Different times call for different leadership' (Editor's Note: Different from you, that's for sure.)

CNN 'Succession' is over, but more family dramas await (Editor's Note: Yes, and that's just around the PGA Tour.)

Two from CNN: 1. Padma Lakshmi is leaving 'Top Chef' 2. Dwayne Johnson returning to 'Fast & Furious' (Editor's Note: Coincidence? Yeah, probably.)

CNN This man set off on an 8,700-mile solo hike six years ago. Then things took an unexpected turn (Editor's Note: You really have to pay close attention to those trail markers.)

Washington Post Decoding the Air Quality Index: What's the difference between red, maroon? (Editor's Note: Well, red is Pantone PMS 193, whereas Maroon is far more nuanced, PMS 18-1619 TCX. Where breathing is concerned, neither one is really very good.)

Washington Post India cracks down on critics of coal (Editor's Note: The backlash is being led by noted political figure, Ravi Joe Manchin.)

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caliisto · 3 years

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Listened to detain

#cowboy bebop #faye valentine #jet black #spike spiegel #I made this with my own two hands #like a year ago but it still counts amirite #I feel like itd be really hard to explain to the licenser that you were actually born in the 1990s and miraculously survived a cryo chamber #can I ALSO MENTION GREEN HAIR? MAROON EYES? I GUESS THEY SHOULDN'T BE SURPRISED ITS THE FUTURE AFTER ALL #would spike have such amazing handwriting? no he just keeps that penmanship for signatures LMAO

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dailyunsolvedmysteries · 3 years

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The Disappearance of LaResha Deana Walker and her mother Wanda Faye Walker, 17 years apart

On the evening of November 19, 1999, LaResha Deana Walker dropped her two-year-old son Rayvon off at her sister’s house in Nashville, Tennessee. She told her sister she had planned on driving to Murfreesboro, Tennessee (40 miles south of Nashville) early in the morning to get an estimate on a repair for her car. Later that night, LaResha spoke with her father on the phone between 9:30 and 10:00 p.m.

The next day, when the family hadn’t heard from LaResha, and she hadn’t picked up her son, her sister, Lakesha Chambers, drove to her townhouse at 3858 Edwards Avenue in East Nashville and found the place empty. The lights were on, and there was loud music playing, but Lakesha described the scene as normal and that nothing seemed out of place aside from the loud music. She even noted that the screen was locked. Still, there was no sign of LaResha or her car.

On November 21, when nobody had heard from LaResha in two days, her mother, Wanda Faye Walker, reported her missing. The police and family learned from one of LaResha’s neighbors that they had heard her arguing with someone outside her townhouse on the night her family last saw her. She had lived there for less than a month. Her disappearance initially received media attention in the Nashville area, but unfortunately, coverage quickly faded.

According to her family, LaResha did not have any problems with anyone in her personal life or at work, nor was she dating anyone at the time. Her sisters also described her as a private person, so they didn’t know everyone she hung out with, but she would never put herself in a dangerous situation. Police believe she was most likely the victim of an abduction. “All indications are she was a good mother and would not have left her son,” Det. Sgt. Pat Postiglione told WKRN. “They went in there and took her because the way her home looked one second before she was kidnapped is the way it was the way police found it.”

LaResha drove a Maroon 1995 Oldsmobile Achieva with a Tennessee license plate number of 419-ABG that has never been located. The car had a distinct long scratch on the driver’s side. The clothes she was last seen wearing were found in her home. Twenty-one years later, there is still no sign of LaResha or her car. LaResha was 23 years old, 5’7”, and weighed 190-200 lbs at the time of her disappearance. She had black hair and brown eyes. She had a heart condition and took medication for it, which was found at home.

Tragedy struck the Walker family again 17 years later, in October 2016, when LaResha Walker’s mother disappeared. Wanda Faye Walker was scheduled for work on October 5 at the Dollar Tree on Franklin Pike in Nashville but never showed up for her shift. The last place she had been seen was the home she shared with her cousin on 11th Avenue South in Nashville. The Dollar Tree she worked at was less than two miles from her home.

On October 13, Wanda’s Nissan Maxima was found by police in front of a house in the 1100 block of Wade Avenue in Nashville, down the street from her home. People in the area stated it had been there for about a week before it was found. The car was locked, and her purse was found inside, along with blood in the backseat. Investigators later determined that the blood belonged to Wanda.

According to family members, Harold Henderson, Wanda’s boyfriend, was the last person to see her alive. Conflicting reports state that Harold assisted her on the day of her disappearance when her car overheated on the side of the road. He allegedly added oil to it, and the car ran fine afterward, so he and Wanda parted ways. Other reports have her last being seen at her home.

Investigators haven’t found any indication that the two women’s disappearances are linked in any way but what are the chances a mother and daughter would disappear from the same city 17 years apart and never be heard from again, leaving behind heartbroken and shocked family members?

#LaResha Deana Walker #Wanda Faye Walker #cold cases #missing people #true crime #unsolved mysteries

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sergeant-spoons · 2 years

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24. Christmas On Another Coast

Leslie Sheppard

Taglist: @thoughpoppiesblow @vintagelavenderskies @wexhappyxfew @50svibes @tvserie-s-world @adamantiumdragonfly @ask-you-what-sir @whovian45810 @brokennerdalert @holdingforgeneralhugs @generousdreamlanddestiny @claire-bear-1218 @heirsoflilith @itswormtrain

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Leslie had never been happier to be back on Orange Street.

All seemed right with the world when she was home. Mattie had grown another inch, her father had cut his hair short again, and her sister had had a son, but otherwise, her family was the same as she had left them. The house was decorated quite merrily for the holidays. Her bedroom was as cluttered as ever, each knickknack in the same place she'd left it. Her bottlecap collection on its board, the curtain of paper cranes she'd hung over the porthole window by the closet, her favorite hand-me-down boots by the door - it was like her childhood was reminding her she wasn't quite as distant from it as she might think. She hesitated in the doorway, her suitcase thumping the doorframe at her side. Tears pricked at her eyes. Beside her, Don tucked his arm around her waist, and she smiled. No one was more in-tune with her sentiments than he. She stepped over the threshold and flopped the suitcase on her mattress, Don bidding her see-you-later with a hand on her shoulder. He knew she wouldn't cry, now- after all, they were home, what was there to be sad about?

Two days after they arrived, the morning of Christmas Eve dawned bright and positively freezing. The Malarkeys tramped through the snow at half-past eight to join the Sheppards for a hearty breakfast, celebrating their son and daughter's return. The food seemed a feast to Leslie and Don; they were so used to the same army rations and mess hall glop that good, homecooked food was enough to make them sing carols all morning long in their delight. The phone rang a few minutes past noon as Leslie was hanging the last of the tinsel on the tree, a tradition her family had lovingly postponed for her to come home and complete. She was sitting on Don's shoulders to reach the highest branches and nearly toppled them both over in her excitement. They scurried down the hall, Don's hand finding the small of Leslie's back to steady her when she tripped on the old maroon rug that had been in the living room for longer than she'd been alive.

"Shh, shh," Leslie laughed as she reached for the receiver with one hand, waving Don down with the other. He was beaming ear-to-ear, and she couldn't stop giggling to compose herself, so he picked up the phone instead.

"Skippy old boy," he cried into the receiver, "could that be you?!"

"It sure is!" came the response, faint to Leslie's ears, so she leaned up toward Don's head to hear better. Her cheek brushed his and his hand on her back moved casually around to her hip.

"How's it up there in New York, Skip?" she asked. "How's Faye?"

"New York's cold, and Faye's great! We're all great!" There seemed to be a slight scuffle over the phone on Skip's end. "Hey, Leslie, take the phone for a sec, I gotta- Yeah, yeah, she's on the line- Alright, alright!" He laughed. "Somebody wants to talk to you- somebody persistent- Yes, I know you said please-"

"Lady!"

Leslie gripped the phone, her smile doubling in joy. "Hey!" She cupped her hand over the receiver. "It's Kiko," she told Don, who was being beckoned away by his mother to help bring a few things in from the car.

"Tell her I say 'hi'," he said, heading out the front door in a flurry of cold air.

"Don says 'hi'," Leslie reported dutifully, turning her beaming smile towards the wallpaper as if her friend could see it all the way in New York City. "I didn't know you were staying in the city!"

"Neither did I!" Kiko laughed cheerfully, and she sounded happier than Leslie had heard her in weeks. "Alex surprised me- we're staying with Skip right now, in his apartment- oh, you should see the lights! I'm looking out the window, and it's all so big and bright and beautiful!"

"So you're having a swell time?"

"It's fantastic! We won't be here much longer, though, we've gotta catch the train to Michigan in a few minutes- I'm glad I caught you before we left."

"Me, too." Leslie hooked one finger around the cord, leaning against the banister of the stairs to make room for Don and his mother to walk past, carrying about twelve bags between them. "You're still spending Christmas with Penk's family, then, in Niles?"

"Yes, yes. I'm excited to meet them." Kiko cleared her throat. "Well, excited and nervous." A voice in the background, and she sighed. "I know, Alex- Okay, thank you." She brought her mouth closer to the receiver. "Alex says I shouldn't worry one bit."

"He's right." Leslie's eye twinkled fondly, though no one was near to see. "They're gonna love you."

"Aww, thanks, Lady. I hope so."

"How're you handling the temperature?"

Kiko gasped. "It's so cold!" Leslie could almost picture her friend shivering despite the warmth of the indoors. "Faye Tanner- Skip's girl, I mean- she gave me a sweater, and it's blue and silver and so warm. She is the nicest girl, Lady, you really have to meet her someday."

"I sure would like to."

"But the snow!" Whether Kiko was delighted, confused, frightened, or a mixture of all three, Leslie couldn't tell. "It's so strange. And they say winters are like this all the time up here, and they last for months and months- I don't think I could live here all my life, as great as the city is."

"I've never been- is it really as big as they say it is?"

"A thousand times more," Kiko assured. "There's so many buildings, and they go up so high, and they're all packed together- but even then, the wind still gets through the cracks and hurts my teeth."

"Try pulling up your scarf over your mouth on the walk to the train station," Leslie advised, tugging at a loose thread in the pocket hem of her slacks.

"Hey, that's a good idea, thanks." Kiko leaned back, listening to speech Leslie couldn't quite distinguish. "Oh, right! We went ice-skating yesterday, with Skip and Faye, out at Rockefeller Center."

"Really?!" Leslie beamed. "That must've really been something!"

"It was loads of fun, even though I'm a terrible skater." Kiko laughed. "Alex kept me upright most of the time, didn't you?"

Penk's voice appeared, a little more distantly than Kiko's. "Nobody's good at skating when they're new to it," he reminded her; a pause came when Leslie was fairly certain he and Kiko were sharing a kiss or two (or ten).

"Right," Kiko said, her voice a little breathier than before. "We oughta get going- good to hear your voice, Lady, and give your family loads of hugs for me! Here's Skip-"

"Safe travels!" Leslie said. After waiting for a beat, she added, "Make sure they get down to the station alright, Skip?"

He chuckled. "Faye's got that covered, she's walking them out the door right now. Oh-" She could almost hear him smirking. "-speaking of, she wanted me to tell you that she wants to be in the bridal party when you and Don finally get hitched."

Leslie laughed. "Alright, I'll save her a hypothetical spot."

"Oh, you and the hypothetical." Skip scoffed. "Mark my words, you two are gonna be there at each other's side for the rest of your lives."

"Well, that much, I'll agree with you on." Aware of a returning presence, Leslie looked to find Don standing behind her, and she began to laugh. "Skip, hey- hold on a sec-"

Her best friend made a face, and she tried her best to stem her laughter to no avail.

"What in the freshly-fallen snow are you wearing?"

"What?" Don turned in a circle, modeling his sweater. He held out his arms, pom-poms dangling from his sleeves, his collar askew, and his smile just as crooked. "I wear this every year."

"I know, I know." Still chuckling, Leslie brought the receiver back to her mouth. "Skip, if you could only see this fool..."

"Maybe next year," their friend chuckled. "If he's still there- tell 'this fool' he oughta get himself a sprig of mistletoe before the holidays are up."

Used to his teasing by now, Leslie didn't bat an eye. "How 'bout you tell 'im that yourself?" She passed the phone along and, as she stepped past Don, kissed his cheek. He greeted Skip with cheer, and Leslie proceeded into the kitchen to check on her mother, shaking her head at Don's choice of outfit as if this moment wasn't itself a Christmas tradition of theirs.

"Yeah, I'm here- no, there's no mistletoe- I know it's a shame, don't you think I've got..."

Leslie snickered as she joined their families in the living room, wrapping one arm around her brother Mattie's back as her free hand went out to shake Don's father's hand. They talked in good cheer, from the oldest to the youngest, just like every Christmas Leslie could remember as far back as they'd lived in Astoria. More guests arrived here and there, neighbors and cousins and a few friends of her siblings. Leslie and her father had a lengthy discussion on the nuts and bolts of her training (both literally and figuratively). He ruffled her hair and called her his little gearbox, and she felt so much at home, she almost began to cry in happiness; the moment the tears finally did arrive was the arrival of her sister Delores, Delores' husband, and their baby boy Todd.

"Hey, there!" She took the little boy into her arms, and he wiggled a little fist up at her. "Awww, hello!"

"That's your Auntie Leslie," Delores cooed, grabbing Don's arm as he passed by. "And this is your Uncle Donny Malarkey."

Leslie had to turn her head aside as to not startle Todd when she began to laugh. Don sighed, but he was smiling.

"Oh, come on," she teased, "it's not so bad."

"Stop smirking," he groaned jokingly, narrowing his eyes at her when she did the opposite of what he asked.

"Or what?" She swayed Todd in her arms, her heart warmed at how he wrapped his little fingers around her pinkie. "What're you gonna do, Uncle Donny?"

"I'll be forced to take drastic measures," he replied, and his breath tickled her cheek.

Before Leslie could ask what he meant, she had to step aside to let their elderly neighbors pass by and felt his lips brush her cheek. Delores took Todd back, introducing him properly to Don, and Leslie busied herself with helping her mother pass out peppermint sticks and gingerbread cookies. They found themselves between the mantel and the Christmas tree once their trays and pockets were empty, and Mrs. Sheppard smoothed down her apron, looking out lovingly over the friends, family, and other relations gathered in harmony in her living room. Leslie, taking a seat on the edge of the couch, pointed out Don playing with Todd, and her mother sighed wistfully enough that Leslie took notice.

"What's that for, Ma?"

"Oh, nothing... just..."

"Ma." Leslie squeezed her mother's shoulder, quirking one brow.

"Oh, it's just... sometimes, I wonder when you'll wise up."

Leslie gasped and withdrew her arm from her smirking mother. "Ma!"

"What? You can't tell me you're as blind as you pretend you are."

Her daughter wasn't quite sure what to say to that. Fortunately, before she could blurt out something rash, following a train of thought that was just as confusing as it was delightful, Todd appeared on her lap, reaching up toward his aunt's face with a wide grin. Don's arms around her retreated after placing her nephew there; she didn't get the chance to miss them before his hands took their place on either of her shoulders. She felt an eery sort of peace then, eery in that it seemed so right yet so impossible. Sitting here, with a child on her lap, Don resting his chin on the top of her head as they watched Todd play with a lock of Leslie's hair...

Is this how it's meant to be?

"Where's Del at- Delores!" Leslie stood, scooping a giggling Todd into her arms. "I've got to check on something upstairs, I nearly forgot. Del- oh, there you are."

"Take Todd with you, hmm?" Delores smiled softly, her voice lowered so only her sister could hear. "It's getting loud down here, and it's about time for this little guy's nap."

"But I don't know how to..."

"Just rock him until he falls asleep. You can sing to him, if you want, he likes that. Don't you, sweetheart?"

As Delores cooed to her son, swaying him in her arms, Leslie turned around to find Don at the ready. He followed her upstairs as she brought Todd to his bassinet and stayed by her side as she rocked him to sleep. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, humming 'The First Noel' and 'Silent Night' until their nephew's eyes shut in slumber. Leslie leaned into his embrace as he kept humming, this time a tune she and him had made up as children, about the river and the reeds. The fact that he still remembered it, that he'd chosen to come away with her despite all their friends and family gathered downstairs, that he was such a good uncle although the role was one he had no obligation to take on-

Maybe the mistletoe isn't such a bad idea.

"There was something you wanted to check up here?" Don whispered as they crept out of the room, and Leslie nodded.

"Just- a Christmas present in my suitcase," she fibbed, both wanting to be alone with her thoughts and desperate for him not to leave just yet.

Delores, coming up the stairs, offered her thanks to the pair. She went on to check on her son and winked at her sister while Don glanced out the window. Leslie pretended to roll her eyes but faltered as her best friend wrapped his arm around her waist and turned her towards the pane.

"Look, it's snowing."

"It is."

Leslie could feel his breath upon her cheek. She shivered and he rubbed her side, offering his Christmas sweater to warm her up.

"That old thing?" she snorted. "I'm surprised it hasn't fallen to pieces by now."

Don clasped his hand over his heart. "What! No way. It's not that ancient."

"I made that for you when I was, what, twelve?"

"Thirteen," he corrected, looking down at that awful, disoriented mess of knitting with something close to love, "and I've worn it every year since."

"You have, yeah-" Leslie shook her head fondly. "-every year."

"I'm gonna wear this every Christmas Eve and Christmas Day until I'm so old I can't remember where I put it the last year."

Leslie laughed. "But why?"

Don squeezed his arm around her. "But why, my dear Les? Why do I wear the garb of your affection? Why do I persist in enjoying the kindness you pour upon me every day-"

She swatted his side until he broke off into laughter. "Okay, okay," she groaned, though she smiled. "Merry Christmas, Don."

He kissed the side of her head and snuggled her against his side. Unsure how to feel about that, she decided to lean her head against his shoulder and watch the snow drifting down to coat the houses and yards of their home.

"Merry Christmas, Les."

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#band of brothers #leslie sheppard #donald malarkey #leslie sheppard ficlet #leslie sheppard 24: christmas on another coast #band of brothers oc ficlet #destiny carries a wrench #oc ficlet #band of brothers oc #band of brothers ficlet #hbo war show #hbo war show oc #hbo war show oc ficlet #hbo war show ficlet #oc fanfiction #very late merry christmas but hey it's christmas for Leslie and Don so MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU OLD BUILDING AND LOAN

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Artists/Songs/Music i think TWST characters like!! Also alot of them listen to similar stuff cause that mainly what i listen to lolz

Heartslaybul

Riddle - Classical music. It helps him stay focused and also occasionally Queen/Mistki/MARINA

Trey - Jazz and some Indie Pop like Glass animals and even MARINA especially while baking. He also likes lofi while studying/sleeping

Cater - Pop like Doja Cat/Rhianna, Indie Pop like TV Girl/Tyler the Creator/Faye Webster/Eyedress, and videogame music like Sonic/FNF stuff. Listens to Mariokart while studying which helps him go fast and focus or even Lofi if he feels more chill/when hes sleeping

Ace - RnB, Rap, and Rock music. He loves to play music super loud in his headphones but not loud enough so ppl would hear. He also listens to mariokart music while studying to go fast

Deuce - Rock like ACDC/NIRVANA, and Indie pop like Tyler the Creator/Surfs curse. He also plays nice classical music to sleep/study like Claire de lune typa calm stuff or he plays videogame music like Deltarune/Sonic music

Savanaclaw

Leona - Rap and Metal music. He even listens to it while studying and it gets his anger out but not like physically just mentally.

Ruggie - RnB like SZA, Pop/Indie pop like Maroon 5/Glass animals/Tyler the Creator, and Game music like FNAF/FNF music. He doesnt rlly listen to music while studying cuz then he just wants to start dancing but he does listen to music while he cleans cuz it gives him energy.

Jack - Rock like ACDC/Nirvana, and some Indie Pop like Eyedress/Tyler the Creator. Listens to music alot especially while working out and studying. He maily is always seen with earbuds too sometimes even while sleeping

Octainville

Azul - Classical music. He mainly listens to sophisticated music alot but also listens to random artists occasionally when hes in the mood like Mitski or Faye Webster.

Jade - Indie pop like Glass animals, Classical music, and Jazz. Listens to music while he studies occassionally to give some backround noise but usually puts on a show or something

Floyd - Physically everything. Like just anything if he vibes w it he likes it. But specifically Indie pop like Glass Animals and Tyler the Creator, or Videogame music like FNF or Sonic. He also listens to music while studying but he then gets distracted and ends up dancing and singing a bit instead of studying

Pomfeorie

Vil - Pop/Indie pop like MARINA/Doja Cat/ Rhianna especially while doing his makeup, and sometimes listens to Classical music but usually only when studying.

Rook - Indie pop like Glass Animals/Mitski, Pop like Bruno Major/Shawn Mendes and Rock like KORN/Nirvana specifically while hunting.

Epel - Lofi music usually but also likes Indie pop like Clario/Mitski/Faye Webster/Pinkpatheress/Jack Stauber but also likes Broadway soundtracks from Hamilton/West Side Story

Ignihyde

Idia - Indie pop like Glass Animals/Mitski, and also Vocaloid music but likes alot of music none specifically and listens to anything when he occassionally studies.

Ortho - Videogame music like FNF/Sonic/Mario cause it stims his brain in a pos way!

Diasominia

Malleus - Classical/Sophisticated music mainly espec while studying too

Lillia - Listens to anything usually but since he wants to kinda seem the other kids ages, whenver he goes on spotify he mainly listens to top hits to seem "trendy"

Silver - I cant see him listening to music honestly but like maybe soft music/ambiance to sleep

Sebek - Strictly no music he says its a distraction for him and others (besides Malleus lol) so he never listens to it besides classical cause "it helps your brain get stronger"

#twst azul #jack howl twst #twst floyd #twst riddle #twst malleus #twst #disney twisted wonderland

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spikelovesjulia · 3 years

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Title: Julia Calls Me

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Cowboy Bebop

Pairing: Julia/Spike Spiegel

Language: English

Chapters: 1/?

Words: 5419

Tags: Romance, True Love, One True Pairing, Getting Back Together, Established Relationship, Obsession, Trust Issues, Abandonment Issues, Codependency, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Making Love, Cohabitation, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Bounty Hunters, IN SPACE!, Slice of Life, Family Dynamics, Cooking, Shopping, Hanging Out, Roommates, Friendship, Female Friendship, Male Friendship, Male-Female Friendship, Developing Friendships, Financial Issues, Relationship Advice, Character Study, Character Development, Personal Growth, Fix-It, Post-Canon Fix-It

Summary: Having rid themselves and the world of Vicious, Spike and Julia return to the Bebop to start their new life together. Jet welcomes them with open arms. Faye has to adjust to the situation but she's trying. Basically, Spike Spiegel gets everything he ever wanted.

Notes: This is the story of Spike and Julia reconnecting as lovers and partners. But also having to wade through the deep emotional pain of having been apart for so long. I’m warning you now, this will be an EXTREMELY sexual fic. They will be going at it quite often. There will be a lot of needy desperate sex of all kinds. And a lot of Spike Spiegel being Spike Spiegel except now he has a girlfriend. 0.o

Chapter 1: I Got a Woman

“It’s really, really not much.” He told her with a self-deprecating laugh. Kicking himself for not bothering to get a decent bedspread or fucking sheets at any point in the past three years.

She smiled at him, her hand coming to caress his arm. “Whatever it is, it will be just fine.”

He opened the door to his room. There it was. Dingy, poorly lit, windowless. The drab bare walls of the Bebop not helping one bit. The one table he did have was cluttered with his belongings. The one chair in his possession draped messily with clothes. The small chest of drawers by his bed held a lamp atop it, among a collection of this and that. Then there was his bed. Big enough to fit two comfortably yet lumpy, worn, with a puke green bedspread flung on top, and bunched up sheets underneath. He had not been expecting company. Least of all that he would have her back in his life. In his room. In his bed.

“It’s cozy.” She told him politely, then smiled. “Maybe it just needs a woman’s touch?”

“Oh, it certainly needs that.” He agreed, returning her smile and nodding his head.

“I’ll be very happy here.” Her eyes sparkled. “As long as I’m with you.”

Are you? Are you finally with me? After I waited for so long?

“Make yourself at home.” He offered casually as he closed the door and followed her.

She began removing her coat, he was quick to help. It joined whatever was strewn over the chair. He’d almost lost her. Lost her for good. Everything inside him roared back in fierce desperation when he thought of it. He couldn’t afford to waste his chance. Their chance. He could never lose her again. Never.

A quiet moment lingered. It was electric... what hung in the air between them. They both could feel it. Then he was pulling her into his arms before he had so much as given his body permission to move. “Julia.” Her name escaped his lips. It was a prayer. A plea.

Smoothly he drew her in, as if he did this sort of thing all the time. And yet once their lips met, his need destroyed whatever sense he had left to him, as he claimed her mouth. Claiming was the only way to describe it. How he kissed her. He took. And he took. And he took. His tongue thrust deep and dancing with her own.

That he had been deprived this. That he had endured it for so long. That she had finally returned to put an end to his suffering. All of it transformed him into a man he could hardly recognize.

She moaned into their kiss and it was like a balm to his torn and tattered soul.

Love me again. Like before. I want it like before.

He just kept kissing her. No pretense of restraint. The sweetness of her lips calling to him. Maddening him until all he knew was lust and desire. All he wanted was to be lost in the bliss of her love. The bliss of her body.

Be with me. Complete me.

“Like that.” She encouraged, panting, almost crying out. “Just like that. Spike, please.” He started kissing down her elegant neck.

It was surreal. He had the woman of his dreams in his arms, saying please because she wanted to be fucked by him. How had his luck turned so drastically? Not two days prior he would have sworn he was cursed. Targeted by syndicate assassins. A liability to the few friends he had. The woman he loved lost to him for years.

His hands adroitly undid the buttons of her dark burgundy blouse. It was almost comical, how quickly his fingers moved. But honestly, the thing would have been ripped off her body if it hadn’t been one of the only articles of clothing she currently possessed.

The maroon lace of her bra clung prettily to her gorgeous breasts. Luscious and delectable in their beauty. His breath caught in his throat. Fuck he had missed them. Yet for this he slowed down. Because she deserved to be enjoyed. She was made to be enjoyed. She was so beautiful. Her golden curls shining in the dim light of his room. Her blue eyes bright and filled with need. His mouth so hungry for her. He had to taste everywhere.

He went for it. Burying his face between her breasts and nuzzling. Inhaling as deeply as he could. Her scent was like a drug to him. His hands coming to play with her pretty nipples. He could see them through the lace. He loved them. Love to suck on them. Taste them. To tease them gently with his teeth. He kissed across the swell of one breast and then the other. Adoring them. Such pretty tits. They were perfect. Round. So perky. Just what he liked. He heard himself moan. It was a sound he hadn’t made since he’d had her last. Nearly four years ago.

“You haven't changed at all.” He said burning the image of her in his mind.

“You’re too kind.” She told him in that sultry voice that beckoned to him. Then gave him an inviting smile.

This is real. He told himself. She is real. She is here. But it still didn't seem possible. He felt the creep of an irrational terror. What if he woke to find it all a dream? But the fear left his mind as soon as it came. She was in the process of removing the pants she wore.

Those legs. That body. The only reason he hadn’t gotten that bra off her yet was because he needed to see her in the bra and panty set. So, the panties did match then. They were the same maroon lace. Classy. Sexy. Not something she wore with the intention to provoke necessarily, but the lady provoked. The dark brown-red color contrasting so beautifully against the glow of her pale skin.

There had always been something dreamlike about her. He remembered that. Remembered the moments where he could not believe that she was real. How was it fair someone so beautiful should exist? And how was he to bear it? Was he to go mad because of her? Had he? Why else would such a beautiful creature exist, if not to drive men to ruin with her beauty?

Yet if that was the truth of it, he couldn’t bring himself to care. He just wanted and wanted.

The bra had long overstayed its welcome by then. He needed to see her body. It took him half a second to unclasp the thing with one hand. He pulled it off her and flung it to the floor. Her clothes belonged strewn on his floor mixed with his. Quickly discarded in the heat of passion.

She laughed. “Still good at that, I see.” Did she think he’d had practice in their time apart?

The question didn’t slow him down as he gazed at the most beautiful pair of tits he’d ever seen. Fuck. They really were perfect. Delicate and yet so proud. Right in that sweet spot. Not too big, not too small. Just exquisite. Taking a nipple into his mouth he began to suck greedily. She tasted so damn good. The sweet bud pebbling evermore against his needy tongue.

What about her? Had she been with anyone? No. He wouldn’t think of that. Yet jealousy was already blooming in the pit of his stomach. If she had, he didn't want to know. It didn't matter anyways, he reminded himself.

He suckled harder. That made her cry out. Baby, that is but a taste of what I have in store for you. He used to be able to get her all riled up and then have her mewling like a sweet little sex kitten. He needed that again. Needed it like he needed oxygen.

His hands went to her panties. “Not so fast.” She warned. He could feel himself pout. She laughed, but fondly. “I’m down to my panties and you have yet to remove a single article of clothing. How is that fair?”

“Well, if you want me that badly.” He said to her cockily, loosening his tie before pulling it off and discarding it with swagger.

“That’s a start. Keep going.” She ordered. He grinned at her, tossing his blazer off and then undoing the buttons of his shirt.

It was a rush, discarding his shirt and being naked from the waist up before her. She liked his body. At least she had. She’d kissed nearly every inch of him and murmured sweet nothings about how handsome he was. It had genuinely made him blush at the time. He knew he had. She’d teased him about it plenty.

And now? What about now, Julia?

As if right on cue she moaned for him. Coming to him. Putting her hands on his chest. Touch me, Julia. Touch me. His mind begged, even as she was. The caress of her finger tips a delight to him.

“You’re so beautiful.” She told him.

“Nah, that’s my line.”

“What is?”

“You’re so beautiful.” He repeated looking straight into her pretty eyes. She gave him one of her special smiles. The windy smile. No longer teasing, but genuine and touched. He loved that smile. It was treasure to him. He needed that smile. “I never stopped loving you.” He told her. Pulling her in for another hungry kiss. Holding her in his arms. Loving the feel of her against his skin.

There. He’d confessed. Say it back. Say it.

She took his face in her hands tenderly, looking up at him. “I never stopped loving you.”

Then he kissed her. Just kissed her and kissed her, because god knows what he would have said if he hadn’t.

His hands slip lovingly down her body, until he was caressing her beautiful buttocks. Sneaking both hands under her panties, he lovingly kneaded those gorgeous cheeks. He did it slowly. Sensually. Taking his time and enjoying the smoothness of her ass. He was going to kiss all over it.

“Pants.” She instructed him. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed this.” She said before caressing his raging erection. He groaned a little. It just felt too good. He’d been rock hard and twitching for ages now. Hell, he’d already been stirring since before they made it to his room.

“Oh that.” He chuckled. “I’m just happy to see you.”

“I’m happy to see you too.” She said as she undid his belt. He loved it when she did that. When she needed him so badly, she had to strip him herself.

But he was quick to remove the remainder of his clothing on his own. His orange striped boxers weren’t exactly the kind of thing he wanted Julia to see him in. He added new briefs to the ever-growing list of things he had to upgrade as soon as possible.

Yet he felt no shame in being completely naked in front of her. Naked and deeply, deeply aroused. His hard cock jetting out and straining at her desperately. This was natural. How they were meant to be. Just a man and a woman in love. About to make love.

“It’s even bigger than I remember.” She said to him. Heat and arousal in her voice.

“Trying to stroke my ego?” If she was, she’d been successful. He was all too pleased by that last comment.

“I thought you’d enjoy being stroked.”

He chuckled again. “Well, yes. Now, about those panties.”

He was already advancing on her. Forcing her to back onto his bed.

Once he had her where he wanted her. He went in for the kill. Pinning her to the mattress.

His heart ached wonderfully. As if it were beating for the first time in years. And yet the sorrow and longing of the long empty span of their time apart still resided deep within his chest. The sting of it lingering.

He kissed her. Kissed her like his life depended on it. Because it did.

What did anything else matter now? She was with him. Finally.

Then he was kissing down her body. Running his tongue down her neck, down her throat. Her head hung back giving him all the access he could want. Her body arching into him. Begging him to take her. He kissed along her clavicle and down further still. He took a nipple into his mouth. Couldn’t resist. Kept suckling while his fingers played with its twin. Then switched. He lavished them with his ardent and undivided attention. His hands coming to cup both of them at once. He was so greedy, and she was so beautiful.

“So. Fucking. Sexy.” He whispered before his mouth was hungrily at her breasts again. She whined, already panting heavy. Then he kissed the underside of her tits, kissed down, down, down her flat tummy. Stopping to lick her cute belly button. Then it was time.

He moaned loudly. They were soaked. They were soaked through.

He buried his face between her legs, only a strip of wet lace keeping him from what he most desired. “You smell so fucking good.” He said nuzzling his nose against the trembling pussy just underneath the gossamer barrier. Her scent was intoxicating to him. Just when he thought he couldn’t get any more desperate for her, he did.

He kissed her heated sex through the lace, darting his tongue out and running it long her crease and up to her clit. He sucked at her there. Through the lace. Fuck, he needed this.

He never forgotten the taste of her. Every time he’d come in the years they’d been apart, he’d had the memory of that taste in his mouth. Every single fucking time.

“Spike.” She pleaded. But he wasn’t letting up.

He raised his eyes to see her tits bouncing as her body thrashed about. He loved that. Loved everything about her.

Did she remember? Did she remember how he used to eat her pussy? How much he’d loved doing it? How he’d do it all the time? That he loved it when she was coming against his tongue, against his mouth, against his face?

He was pulling the panties off before he knew it.

Goddamn. Undressing her had always been like unwrapping a present.

And there was Julia in all her beauty. He gave himself a moment just to look at her. To drink her in. To feast upon the mouthwatering sight of his lover.

Julia had the most perfect pussy. The fucking prettiest, the tightest. The lovely pinkness of her so alluring to him. She was a literal goddess. The idealized embodiment of feminine perfection.

As if she could hear his thoughts, she opened her legs wider for him. Bending her knees and planting her pretty feet firmly upon the mattress. It was like being granted entrance into Eden.

So pink, so womanly.

He was the one panting now. His arousal near unbearable. His cock twitching wildly in anticipation. It must have been written all over his face how much he enjoyed this. She was blushing. Rose dusting across her cheeks. It pulled at his heart how lovable she was. How lovely.

He smiled at her before he began kissing down her inner thigh. Kissing adoringly. Making each kiss a promise. To love her eternally. To love her faithfully. To be good to her in every way.

Being like this with her again made him feel joy.

And she was enjoying herself too. That he could tell. But there was an eager nervousness about her. She wanted him! And yet… Are you worried, my love? About pleasing me? No woman has ever pleased a man the way you please me. You think that could ever change? All the planets and all the stars could crumble into nothingness before it did. And even then, it wouldn’t.

He locked eyes with her and licked his lips deliberately.

Then he spread her folds apart with his fingers, so he could see inside of her. I could come just from looking at you, Julia.

“You’re the most beautiful.” He told her. Then went in to kiss what was his.

He licked her. Moaned against her wet folds. It was just as good as he remembered. Fuck. It was. Or better. It was even better. He kept licking. Losing himself in it almost immediately. It’d always been like this. He’d always had an animal reaction to the scent and taste of his woman. It made him wild. He loved this pussy. Lived for it. Would die for it.

“Spike…” She cried. Her hands going straight into his hair. That’s it. Keep saying my name. Pull my hair if you want to. Just keep your hands on me and my name on your tongue.

“You like being licked like that?” He asked but didn’t wait for a response. The answer was quite obvious. He just did it again. And again. And again. Making her cry out from the pleasure of it every time. He really couldn’t give less of a fuck if Jet or Faye heard. “So sweet. You always taste so fucking sweet.” He told her between mad licks and swirls of his tongue.

“Spike.” She was chanting. “Spike. I want you.” He smiled into her pretty pussy as he kept going at her. Just going at her.

You have me. You’ve always had me. From the first. I was yours from the first.

He changed his tactic suddenly. On impulse. Maybe he wanted to draw it out a little bit more. Spreading her wide he licked inside her as deep as he could. He swirled his tongue again very deliberately and got exactly the response he wanted.

She screamed in pleasure. One hand immediately coming to clamp over her mouth, to keep herself quiet. The other still in his hair. Holding him in place. As if she had to.

Deftly he brought his index and middle finger into her opening and slid them in. He felt the overwhelming tightness almost immediately. Fuck. Maybe he should have started with just the index. It was like she’d never been with a man before. That both excited and offended him deeply.

She was fucking wet too. He’d licked up as much of that honey as he could get, savoring it on his tongue before swallowing.

He began retreating when she let out a protest. “Don’t.” He stopped pulling out. Stayed still as he listened to her labored breaths. His cock aching for her as he imagined what it was going to be like. “Keep going. Please, baby.” She’d called him “baby”. They really were together again. He didn’t know why, but that somehow made it official. He was her boyfriend. Her lover. Her man. It was real. Maybe because he’d always loved it when she called him sweet things. He loved to be dear to her.

“This pussy is just too tight, love.” He informed her. Two fingers still inside her, filling her. His thumb coming to work on her clit. “I’m going to have to do something about that.”

He missed the dirty talk. They used to say all kinds of deliciously filthy things to each other when they were in the mood.

“Are you trying to stroke my ego?” She asked seductively between pants.

“Not your ego.” He said curving his fingers up inside her just right

She gasped very sharply. He began pumping into her.

“That good?” He asked, his thumb still playing with her clit.

“Yeaahh.” She let out in the sexiest sob-moan he’d ever heard. Oh, Fuck. You’re going to be making that sound over and over again tonight. “I’m just adjusting.” She added breathily afterwards, as if embarrassed. “It’s… been a while.” Has it? How long, my love? Months? Years? He told himself to fuck off.

Nothing was going to ruin this for him. Nothing.

He watched hungrily as his fingers played with her. Fucking her. Stretching her. He could do this for hours. He had. So many times. Desperately, he went back to licking at her clit as his fingers fucked into her.

Come for me, Julia. Let that beautiful pussy come for me. Just let go and be mine.

It wouldn’t be long. She was already squeezing him with her thighs and bucking into him. Yes, baby. Like that. I wanna feel it. He switched from licking to sucking on her clit.

And there it was! There it was! Multiples! Right out of the gate. He took it all in, triumphantly. Wanting it so badly. Going back to eating her out like a mad man. Come all over my fucking face, baby. I need it. I’ve wanted you like this, exactly like this, the whole time.

Each climax had quite the exuberant release. Pouring from her scrumptiously in the most erotic way imaginable.

His left hand quickly slipped down to grip the base of his cock, otherwise he would have been shooting his load on the bedspread. You can make me come just by letting me lick you, Julia. If I let myself, I would.

He should have rubbed one out quickly beforehand. It was going to take effort not to blow it immediately. But he wasn’t a boy. He was going to fuck that delicious pussy like a man, no matter how fucking tight she was. She wasn’t anywhere near done coming for the night.

Fuck. Her gorgeous body was still writhing wildly. Her desperate sobs bringing him so much pleasure. What number are you on now, baby? Was that the third or the fourth?

When she started jolting, he knew it was time to stop. He needed to give her a moment.

He sat up so he could watch her. She was so fucking sexy. She’d just pulled her knees up to her chest as she rode out the last of her orgasms, her feet pointed, and toes curled. Her head flung back in ecstasy. Her sensual moans resounding through his room. They don’t make porn this hot, Julia. Just look at you. And he was looking. He saw a devastatingly beautiful woman laid out on his bed. Her gorgeous long blonde hair tussled about. Her spectacular body in an extremely erotic position. Her sex on full display and trembling. Her thighs glistening with her own desire.

I just licked every inch of that pussy. I want to do it all over again. I want to taste that pretty little rosebud just a bit further south too. He wanted to, so badly. But he could only grip the base of his cock for so long. He NEEDED to be inside her.

Grabbing at his bed spread he used it to clean up. When they were together last, she didn’t seem to realize how special it made her, how desirable. That her body would respond that way to him was so arousing, so gratifying. She’d been shocked when it happened the first time, and he’d lost his mind at the pure eroticism of it. So sexy. It had become an addiction, making her body do that for him.

“You good, beautiful?” He asked softly. His hands coming to pull her legs apart.

Blue eyes opened to look at him. She was stunning.

“Only you could make a woman come like that.” She told him. It was both a compliment and a rebuke.

I’ve only ever done that with you. Would only ever want to do it to you.

He grinned. “Only me? Why I’m just a humble bounty-hunter, ma’am.”

“Come here, Space Cowboy.”

He did so eagerly. Loving how playful she was being with him now. With the stress of having their lives threatened at every turn no longer hanging over their heads, they could pick up right where they had left off. Like you never left me at all.

“Julia.” He moaned as he came to settle between her legs.

Suddenly, her arms were around his neck and she was pulling him into a kiss. So far, he’d been the one to initiate, this time it was she who led. His arms were around her instantly as he returned her kisses passionately. So passionately. Matching her pace yet letting her guide him. She flavored their kisses. Taste yourself on my lips, my love. On my tongue. Know how sweet you are.

He loved that her hands were on him again. She ran them down his biceps appreciatively before bringing them to caress his back.

“Spike.” She called for him so desperately, though he was right there. His face millimeters from her own. “Make love to me.” It wasn’t the sultry seductress that was urging him to take her. It was the woman laid bare. The need thick in her voice, yet something more vulnerable shown in her eyes.”

“Like this?” He asked, lining up his cock with her entrance. She gasped. So, did he.

“I need you inside.” Oh, that’s all I want. All I’ve wanted for years and years. He started sliding in the tip. Just that felt like heaven. Fuck. The way that pussy sucked him in was beyond ecstasy. Now that she’d been properly prepared, he fit inside her so perfectly. Like they were made for each other. I was made for you, my love. My body was made just for you.

He groaned loudly. Too, loudly.

“Tight.” Was all he could say for himself. She smiled. There was the windy smile again. He smiled back at her. Loving her. Losing himself in her eyes. “You really are as gorgeous as I remembered.” He whispered as his hand stroked her cheek. Her smile deepened so beautifully that his heart melted in his chest even as his body struggled against the bliss of their union. The stretch of her over his cock giving him a pleasure he could scarcely handle. His body nearly overwhelmed by the sheer delight of it. But he held on. Fought manfully against the urge to succumb to it. Nothing else could ever feel this good.

He gave them time, caressing her with hands that had craved to touch her for years. With fingers that had longed desperately to stroke her golden hair. Kissed her with lips that had prayed for her return each and every moment they had been apart.

In turn, she clung to him. Moaning softly into his ear. Kissing him there. She’d told him once that she loved how he filled her. How full he made her. Do you love it still? Having me inside? I’ll make you love it.

Kissing her hungerly he began to thrust. They moaned together. There was a desperate need within him to just devour her. To take her, and take her again after that, because he wanted her so much. Like simmering water coming to a full boil, the passion of it became overwhelming. Too much steam. Too much heat. Too much need. He was at her breasts, kissing and suckling them madly, as he picked up the paste. Thrusting into the excruciatingly delicious tightness of her. Again, and again, until he had her at the peak of her desire. Until he was in great danger of reaching his own.

He wasn’t sure when he’d done it exactly. But at some point, he’d pinned Julia’s hands above her head. He held her down like that as he fucked her. Really fucked her. Thrusting hard and precise. Hitting the right spot over and over again. You think I forgot how to fuck you, my love? You think I’d ever forget something like that?

She was just moaning, sobbing. Chanting “yes” desperately. Then needily calling out his name.

“I know, my baby.” He’d whispered in her ear as he kept up the unrelenting pace. “It’s so good. It’s so fucking good.”

Then her hips began to jerk as her body was hit with wave after wave of pleasure. She let out a string of cries that sounded like he was doing something quite alarming to her. A thrill of masculine pride ran through him at that. Is it that good, love? Can it be anywhere near as good as what you're doing to me right now?

Holy fucking shit. He was truly the most blessed man to have ever lived. His cock getting milked by the tightest, wettest, hottest pussy. With one last thrust the scorching, blinding pleasure of it took him. Took him completely. His body shaking with the full force of his orgasm. He spilled his seed deep inside her. Coming like his body was trying to make up for lost time. Fuck, it was intense. To the point of being more than he could take. Only she could make him come like that.

Of the two, he was the louder, the most desperate. There was no helping it. He was only a man, and there was only so much he could take.

Minutes later, still panting and near delirious from the pleasure of it, he laughed a little. Out of joy. Because he was so happy. In a way that he had not been in forever. There had been a part of him that had long given up hope that this would ever happen again. He could not stop from smiling as he kissed her. Kissed her so soft. Kissed down her neck. Snuggled so close to her. Holding her. He saw that Julia had tears in her eyes. But they were a response to the physical exertion. Julia was like him. She never cried.

Guiding his head to rest on the crook of her neck, she hugged him tightly to herself. Wrapping her legs around him to prevent him from pulling out. I would stay like this forever, Julia. If I could. Tenderly she caressed him. His hair, his neck, his back. Soothing him so gently.

My love, you truly have returned to me at last, haven’t you?

Julia began to sing to him then. The way she had before. The way she had that very first time. He remembered waking up sore, battered and bandaged to the voice of an angel. A beautiful angel that nursed him and tended to him with such care.

He'd already been in love with her then. Sick with love for her. Had stumbled desperately to her door in hopes that he would see her face one last time before he died. But he hadn't died. She'd saved him. And when he was with her, had the privilege of spending time with her, got the taste of having some of her attention just for himself… he'd never recovered from that.

I can't do anything but be in love with you, Julia.

Her voice was so beautiful. He felt whole. If only for a moment he was. Cradled in her arms. In her warmth. In her love. How had he ever survived without this? How?

***

Were they finally done?! Some people were trying to sleep around here! She kept her pillow over her head. Who knew when they’d start up again?

Of course, this would happen, she told herself bitterly. She’d known that. She’d known it from the start. Of course, he would go to her. And of course, he would want to be with her.

She’d liked her too. At first. Now she didn’t know what to think about her. That Julia.

She supposed that’s what he liked. A dangerous, beautiful blonde that was refined and didn’t show much skin. You’d think she’d be chased with how conservatively she dressed, but she was clearly anything but. Julia was a woman that went to bed with her lover when it suited her. Let him fuck her wildly with no concern of who heard. She was the kind of woman that had her lover wrapped around her finger, and with very little effort on her part. As if it were the natural state of things, and maybe it was... for that type of woman.

One thing was obvious though, Spike was utterly seduced by her. Had been since the time he had seen her last. Years ago. How was she so powerful?! In a perverse way, she was honestly impressed.

Maybe she just loved sex and was really good at it? She certainly enjoyed it. Her moans had been loud enough. What had that idiot been doing to her anyways?

But his were the worst. Whatever he’d been doing, he was having a great time.

That bastard.

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