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lovesclinic · 1 year

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ྀི ۪ ׂ. ૮ ๑• . •๑ ა ۪ ׂ. ꒰ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 !! ꒱

ღ. synopsis ; press wants to keep his need for reader on the low, will a game of truth or dare make his obsession obvious?

ღ. cw ; press acting out of character (not a complete asshole, weed usage, samantha mention, reader and press pining for each other, suggestive content

ღ. notes ; press is nice in tbis becuase i know he sucks in the series, but we all had to stop and take a breath in that scene with abby

matt press x reader ones shot ginny and georgia !!

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The group had come over after school to hang out in Brodie’s basement as usual. And of course samantha was saying all this shit, everyone was done with it, and Y/N was about to beat the bitch up.

"okay let's play truth or dare! everyone, brodie get off the, game!" max was sick of samantha non stop antagonising everyone, maybe she could dare samantha not to talk for the rest of the year.

“seriously?" press asked annoyed while brodie only groaned at the interruption. "okay i will start!" max sat down beside ginny once again, now sitting straight up rather than lying across the girls.

“but if you pick the lame option of truth, you have to take a hit from jordan's bong!" the previously disgruntled group was now slightly more exited about max's game, due to the added aspect of jordan's bong.

"truth or dare abby."

"dare."

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abby and norah kissed.

jordan told everyone about having sex with norah in max's bed.

brodie did a total of six pushups with abby on his back before he tapped out.

ginny swapped outfits with max and was now wearing a bright pink and orange multicolour jacket that was a bit too big for her, with her jeans that looked really good on her. while max was wearing ginny's flannel and tshirt, and her tight fitting jeans.

and everyone was super high.

except for press and Y/N, who hadn't had their go yet, though neither seemed to mind the accidental exclusion.

"truth or daaare, press!" brodie called out a tad too loudly from his spot lying on the floor in a starfish position facing up.

"dare."

Y/N didn't know much about press, only that before today's weird encounter he spent his time sleeping with any hot girl who walked past him, playing basketball, and partying.

abby quickly rolled off the couch, lancing beside brodie with a thump. before quickly recovering a whispering in his ear.

"i dare you to sit on top of Y/N" Brodie sung out drunkenly.

"no." press interrupted.

now Y/N wasn't particularly religious but she thought to herself, thank god.

although Y/N was confused, usually press wouldn't need any convincing to hurt someone, physically or emotionally, and him sitting on her would most definitely crush her bones.

so why did he say no?

abby huffed and once again whispered in Brodie's ear. "oh,OH! okay reverse! i dare Y/N to sit on press' lap for the rest of the game!"

the boy quickly sobered up as much as possible to string together the most coherent sentence possible in his state. "but you can't dare me to do anything brodie, you said you chose press." the already flustered girl teased, feeling relieved at the predicament brodie found himself in. what were he and abby up to?

"okay prettyyyy girl Y/N! then truth or dare to you!"

"truth."

brodie kicked a leg up into the air in a tantrum - like response, "no you have to pick dare Y/N obviously!"

max sighed drunkinly, "yeah Y/N just go do it so i can dare norah to break up with jordan!" Y/N went to decline once again, seemingly the only voice of reason right now. however her plan quickly changed as a quick but very strong shove to Y/N’s body sent her flying off the couch and squeezing her eyes shut, braced for a hard impact with the floor.

Y/N is met with a hard surface but not one of the floor, Y/N quickly opened her eyes to see she was straddling a torso, almost hugging.

the boy above her sending her a heated look, quickly covered up with a smirk.

“a bit eager are we, little Y/N?" press' words were like a jolt to the system for her,

"hey! the man said for the rest of the game so you stay put, my pretty girl!" abby pointed at the flustered girl as made a move to leave the extremely comfortable seat of press' lap.

leaning his mouth down beside Y/N’a ear, he whispered so only she could hear his words, in a way that had her fighting for air.

“it's okay, stay here for as long as you like, they'll all be so high soon that they won't even notice what you're wearing let alone where you're sitting." was press, comforting her?

ew.

Y/N never expected that from him. she did, however, expect press to lean his head back after saying that.

but the boy only moved her body around as if she were a doll or child in need of protection. resting his chin on her shoulder, keeping her facing him with her legs frozen in the same position straddling his torso.

“if you're not okay with this i can just tell 'em to fuck off." it's like he could sense the girl’s stress.

she was too nervous to say the wrong thing, upset the boy. so she simply shook her head left to right to say no.

"that's good for me, you're comfy." his short sentences said so little but did so much to Y/N.

what did she do to make him actually like her? or just tolerate her enough to let her sit on him all night?

and how can she keep doing it?

“okay okay my go!” Y/N distantly heard muffled voices of max and the group, sounding as if they were so very far away from her and press.

and here he sat press right behind her, a new look in his eye. his hands suddenly landed subtly on either of her hips, in a gentle but firm matter. forcing Y/N to pause the rocking movements of her hips that she hadnt even realise she had started. A strained gasp escaped Y/N’s throat at the feel of his large hands on her hips.

“Y/N m’ gonna to need you to stop doing that baby.”

“why? whats wro- oh.”

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part 2?

#matt press #press #ginny and georgia #oneshot #smut?#part 2?#first post #drabble #maxine baker #marcus baker #explore #angel energy #addicted series #positive #feminine #books #fanfic #georgia miller #gif

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liesmultixxx · 2 months

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I’m just thinking about how Luke and Percy mirror each other and yet, the biggest difference between them is that Luke lost sight of who he loved (due to the blind need for vengeance) & Percy didn’t.

And then in the last Olympian, Luke finally regains sight of who’s important to him. He just can’t hurt Annabeth any more than he already has, causing him to sacrifice himself.

He sees now. And maybe- just maybe- the world will be as he’d envisioned it, every demigod finding their place and never feeling abandoned.

Slowly, they’ll make the world theirs. But with love, empathy and understanding, not with hatred, greed and fear.

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magicaldreamfox1 · 1 month

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dreamy drabbles

KINNPORSCHE TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY EVENT

— prompt: fate

Pete meets the man's eyes.

He recognises him from late nights under spotlights, glances thrown at the audience outside of the ring.

He's never been self-conscious about having an audience. It's simply part of being a boxer. His father's watchful eyes were the only ones that mattered — now that he's gone, none do.

But this man's attention is different. His gaze feels assessing. Evaluating. Dangerous.

It's still the same now, in broad daylight.

"Good to see you", the man says. "I've been meaning to talk to you."

Pete doesn't respond.

The man stretches out his hand.

"My name is Chan."

#posting drabbles first bc i need more time for gifsets lmaoooo enjoy this 😊#i think i like this. not sure but now it exists and is out there #vegaspete #pete #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche fic #kp fics #bl shows #userboots #taggingmarion #saturntracks #dreamy drabbles #kpanniversary2024

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opalescentdreamscape · 3 days

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I just realized I forgot to post part 4. 😭 anyways, time for Simon Riley in the COD x Stardew Valley crossover! (Also this turned out longer than expected, so most of the drabble is below the cut.)

When Simon moves to Pelican Town, no one actually notices at first. It's the middle of winter, with snowstorms every other day, and most people wouldn't expect anyone to be out in that weather for normal errands, let alone moving. The first mention anyone makes of him is Leah, when she tells Haley and Elliot about this weird cottage that was built near the wizard's tower, and how she never sees anyone coming or going but has seen smoke in the chimney and large bootprints in the snow nearby, usually heading up into the farmer's land. This conversation starts some whispers and rumors around town, of course, but with the farmer being gone most days, there isn't much for anyone to do about the gossip.

The farmer comes into town bright and early one morning (after several grueling days of mining in the Skull Caverns) and sees a notice in front of Pierre's shop asking for someone to kill some skeletons in the mines, as the "local population is getting too large to be safe." Well... money is money, the farmer thinks. They decide to go home and suit up, even though they had planned on resting that day.

The mines are cold and damp, as usual. The farmer gives a quick hello to the dwarf that hangs out just inside the mines and is surprised to learn that they haven't been the only visitor recently. Apparently a large man with a skull mask had come through earlier that morning. Every time he's here, he goes straight to the elevator, usually entering the place before daybreak, and doesn't come back out until well after night falls. Intrigued, the farmer wonders whether or not they got a new resident in town while they smack the down button to the elevator, hearing the wheels and pulleys creak as they get lowered into the earth.

As soon as the door opens on the 60th level of the mines, the farmer notices several things that are out of place. The stalactites are still dripping icy cold water into puddles, the air is frigid and stale, and it sounds like there might be a few monsters about, but the place feels... off. Someone certainly has been down here, and the copious amount of bones littering the floor just affirms what the dwarf told the farmer.

As they progress down one, two, five, and finally ten floors, they catch neither sight nor sound from the man, but see even more evidence he was here. Rocks broken into pieces but not picked up after, bones and slime littering the floors, and once, even a few discarded gems, laid haphazardly in a corner by the next floor entrance. As the farmer pockets these things, mumbling about wastefulness, they feel more curiousity over whoever is in the mines with them, thinking how odd it is that a person would go to all the effort of being down here without taking any loot back to the surface. And on another note, why come down here and kill all these skeletons without taking the message from the board so he can get paid for being down here? These questions plague the farmer's mind as they continue working through levels, deciding to break at the next safe room before heading back home for the night.

The sound alerts the farmer to the man's presence before they actually see him. As they drop down from level 79 to level 80, quaking from exhaustion, exertion, and the adrenaline that comes with fighting monsters, they hear the crunch-munch of someone chewing. Then, the farmer sees the cheery glow of a small campfire, and, gaze trailing up from the floor, the hulking behemoth of a man sitting next to it. He's mid-chew on what looks to be a cave carrot, and stares right on back as the farmer sizes him up.

"Y'know, I can see why you might've left the rocks and slime alone, but dropping actual gemstones seems a little over-the-top." The farmer blurts out, a sheepish smile on their face as they pull out one of the abandoned gems from their pocket. The sparkling, frozen teardrop catches light from the fire as they pass it from hand to hand before returning it to their pack. "I assume you just moved to Pelican Town, seeing as I haven't met you yet?"

The stranger nods. "Name's Simon. Moved in a week ago. I prefer my solitude." He gives the farmer a pointed glance before returning to his carrot, seemingly ending the conversation. Unfortunately for him, the farmer isn't deterred so easily. They decide to plop down across the fire from Simon and make a quick snack out of their cheese and granola before trying to start the conversation back up.

"So, Simon... usually the first place people want to explore around here isn't monster-filled mine shafts, even when they want to be alone. Any particular reason you're down here and not at home or something?" Simon shoots the farmer a glance and hesitates before answering.

"Straight to the point, aren't you? Need somethin' to do. Don't got much else to occupy my time." He finishes his snack, fixes his mask back over his face, and starts putting the fire out, forcing the farmer to stand to avoid getting smoke and ash in their eyes.

"So you like fighting monsters?"

"No."

"Being chivalrous, then? Keeping the town safe or some other similar reason?" The farmer jokes.

"If you say so."

"Care to join me in some monster-filled caverns in the desert sometime?"

At this last question, Simon finally pauses packing his things, eyes glinting at the farmer from behind his mask. "Explain. And walk while you're at it. It's getting late." He has the farmer walk in front of him as they explain about the Skull Caverns, offering no noises or any other indications that he's listening beyond the occasional grunt when they pause for breath.

"There's all sorts of crazy crap down there, and you can't even begin to imagine how rich the resources are. I meam, I've found prismatic shards, emphasis on the plural, in that place. Problem is, the whole cavern is crawling with hundreds of monsters, most of which are a lot tougher to kill than what we get in the mines. Things like flying serpents and iridium crabs and pepper rexes. Thought you might be interested in coming along, and I'd pay to get you good gear and a better weapon if you did. It can be difficult traversing places like that alone, even if you're pretty good at that kind of thing. And I promise I won't be so chatty all the time if you do decide to join me." The farmer trails off as the elevator reaches the top of the shaft, yawning and stretching their back.

"I'll consider it." That's all he says before walking off, but it's more than the farmer might've hoped for. A week goes by without them seeing their new neighbor again, but they notice his boot prints leading straight through the middle of their land and up to the mountains every day without fail, so they start leaving little notes and snacks in a bucket for him every night. At first, the bucket goes untouched, but one day they find it empty, save for a small note scrawled with messy lettering that says 'thank you'.

A few days before spring, the farmer decides to stay home for the day and relax. They haven't seen Simon in two weeks, and without having any idea of where he is in the mines, it seems like a bad idea to try to check on him. It's really too bad, the farmer thinks, seeing as he likely would've made a good companion to have along for cavern days... they feel their eyes drifiting closed as they think about it, and have just decided to take a cat nap when they're startled by a heavy knock at the door.

The farmer shuffles over, and is only half surprised to see Simon on their front step, towering over their doorway in a get-up that can only mean one thing.

"Hey, Simon. What brings you here? Thought you'd be well into the mines at this time." The farmer smiles as they invite Simon inside, feeling the floorboards shake a little as he knocks the snow off his boots off by the door.

"Decided to take you up on your offer, if it still stands." He glances at the farmer, seeming to note their pajamas and socked feet before chuckling. "Taking a day off, are we? Might've just stayed home then. I appreciate the little gifts you've been leaving me. Is it all homemade?" He watches as the farmer shuffles into the kitchen, grabbing two mugs from a cabinet and starting coffee machine. The farmer grins as they turn their back to him, not missing how chatty he is compared to their last conversation.

"Yeah, actually. I have some animals and a surplus of cheese and eggs and milk, so I figured I'd share some of my better stuff as a thank-you since you've been tending to the mines for me. Before you moved up here, I was the only person in town that was skilled enough to successfully explore most of the mines. Not that I was very good either, mind you. Care for a cup?" The farmer smiles ruefully before offering Simon a plain cup of strong coffee.

"Well, it's good stuff. Thanks for the cup. You should get ready, those Skull Caverns have had my curiousity for weeks now." He wastes no time downing his

"Straight to the point, aren't you, Simon? I'll be right back." The farmer smirks as they walk away, and Simon chuckles again. He hadn't originally intended on talking to the farmer again, having moved to Pelican Town for some peace and quiet, but they had worn him down rather quickly when, instead of being irritated or frustrated with his shortness towards them, they had decided to make sure he was taken care of. I mean, really, what kind of person leaves offerings to a somewhat rude man they've met one time? And it's all good quality, homemade food too, not that microwave crap they sell at JojaMart. He's already bulked up another 10 pounds from the hearty foodstuffs they've been leaving him every day. Simon shakes his head, bewildered but not upset by any means, as the farmer returns.

"Ready to go?" They smile up at him again, and he feels his own lips twitch up for a moment. Maybe Pelican Town was a good idea after all.

#fanfic #fanwork #fluff #gender neutral reader #stardew valley au #cod au #drabble #simon 'ghost' riley x reader #simon riley x reader #COD 141/stardew valley crossover #i kind of want to add on to this more but i am Tired #and also meant to post it ages ago anyways #if there are any part 2's to this lil series I'll likely just reblog them onto the part 1's tbh #but we're done for now lmao

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twilghtkoo · 2 years

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can you please do 9 on the prompt list with jealous haechan 🥺

love foolish

pairings. haechan x (f) reader

genre. fluff, angst if u squint

warnings. mentions of alcohol and cigarettes

prompts: #9 “hug me back please”

prompt list | series masterlist | taglist

if this wasn’t a reason to add to his very short, but justifiable list of reasons ‘why i like to stay home’, then he doesn’t know what anything anymore. his beer is getting warm and all the condensation from his glass has formed a puddle of water on the table. if you were right here next to him, you’d tell him to clean it up and use a napkin. but some wanna be “underground” rapper has your attention. he air quotes ‘underground’ because that’s what the guy self-proclaimed himself as. and you smiled when he said it!

you’ve noticed haechan scoffing behind you as you kindly make a pity conversation to the guy who won’t leave you alone. he smells like cigarettes and you swear if he stands in front of you any longer you might bash your head against the bar counter. yes, you’ve noticed haechan acting bratty. but he knows you’re too kind of a human-being to tell the stranger to fuck off. and with his position and the setting he’s in, he can’t tell the guy, so he’s sulking while sipping on his room temperature beer.

the guy finally leaves after he hands you a folded piece of paper that he had taken out from his jacket pocket, a flyer with information about a performance you heard him say. your lips firmly closed in a tight lipped smile, watching him leave and disappear into the crowd so he can’t see you toss the paper on the counter for someone else to take care of it.

“finally,” haechan groans, leaning off the counter to take a step towards you and engulf you in a hug. your arms stay at your side.

“why are you being a brat?”

“who?”

lightly pushing him off, “you!” you exclaim, pointing your finger at him. and it almost stings him inside when you push him away.

rolling his eyes, “i’m not being a brat.” he grumbles.

now you’re the one rolling your eyes. “yeah, okay.” you let it go. sitting yourself on the bar stool and taking away haechan’s glass to take a sip, but you grimace at the taste of the warm beer, face scrunching up in disgust. you quickly ordering yourself a drink.

you feel haechan stand closer behind you, his hand finding a place on your waist, his front pressed against your back.

the bartender placed your drink in front of you and you politely thank them. bringing the straw to your lips as the fruity drink satisfies your taste buds. as if you weren’t lowkey annoyed with your boyfriend, you still raise the cup to his lips as he takes a sip from the straw. your boyfriend’s outrageously expensive cologne is a pleasant and warm scent to your nose. the one he always wears when you both go out because he knows you love the fragrance on him.

haechan hums in approval at the drink. his hand that was on your waist travels down to your exposed thigh from your short mini black skirt that accentuates your waist and makes your ass look good. traveling back up and past your waist as his hands stay put on your bare rib cage from the cutout of your matching black top. you looked beautifully sexy tonight. no wonder that sorry looking wannabe rapper had came up to you earlier. but you’re his woman. you’re his girl.

and he wants to go home with you and fucking take this sultry outfit off of you with his teeth.

his sinful hands are now harmlessly wrapping them around your waist in a back hug. burying his face in the curve of your neck, peppering small kisses on your skin, breathing in your scent.

“hug me back please.” he softly whimpers.

he feels your shoulders rise and fall when you sigh, reaching behind you to grab onto his shirt to pull him in front of you between your legs.

you never want to invalidate haechan’s feelings. understanding where he’s coming from and why he’s acting the way he is.

you silently wrap your arms around him, wanting to drown in his scent as you cling onto the fabric of his shirt. your face pressed up against his chest.

“i was internally begging for that guy to leave you know.” you tell him, as each second grows in your arms he softly melts into your touch.

his body shakes in your arms from him laughing, and you swear in this moment, where you are right now in his arms, felt like your oasis.

“i know, i was being a brat.” he admits, kissing your temple.

you tilt your head back to look up at him. “it’s okay, don’t stress yourself out with this kind of stuff baby boy. you’re taking me home.” you flirt, wiggling your brows and grinning widely before he smashes his lips against yours.

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shrikeseams · 1 year

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When you skim through the B&L silm chapter to check something and--

[Huan] brought [Luthien] to Celegorm, and Lúthien, learning that he was a prince of the Noldor and a foe of Morgoth, was glad; and she declared herself, casting aside her cloak. So great was her sudden beauty revealed beneath the sun that Celegorm became enamoured of her; but he spoke her fair, and promised that she would find help in her need, if she returned with him now to Nargothrond. By no sign did he reveal that he knew already of Beren and the quest, of which she told, nor that it was a matter which touched him near.

...Luthien really did not give two fucks about politics, huh? Anything anyone ever said about the Noldor in her presence just went in one ear and out the other. Like, she apparently couldn’t link the name of one of the major Noldor princes, who ruled some of the territory RIGHT NEXT DOOR to Doriath, to either his faction or the fact that HE IS A KINSLAYER. She doesn’t care about Iathrim-Noldor political tensions because she never notices that said tensions exist.

...You know what, maybe I WILL accept interpretations where Dior didn’t anticipate the second kinslaying, but ONLY because he inherited his mother’s political acumen.

#tolkien #This post is... only partially a joke #Like. I GET that politics outside the girdle had no practical impact on Luthien #But also.#She's had SO MUCH TIME to just casually pick things up #she SHARES COUSINS with celegorm #Yeah the names are confusing but SHE IS A PRINCESS and at that point she'd had #Like. FIVE HUNDRED YEARS to at least vaguely link names to political association!#Someone must have written a version of this where she's confused celegorm with one of his cousins or siblings right?#there's a fun drabble series:#Luthien very obviously confusing celegorm with each of his cousins and siblings in turn #while celegorm has to fight the impulse to correct her for the sake of The Scheme #San shoots the breeze

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mooniania · 11 months

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Hardly Ever Smile (Without you) Pt2 teaser

SYNOPSIS - You are typically the quiet girl that no one talks to and who has a hard time showcasing any emotion, so what happens when a very good-looking guy starts to pay attention to you?

PAIRING - soobin x fem!reader

GENRE - angst, fluff, friends to strangers? to lovers!

TEASER WORD COUNT - 215

part 1 here if you haven’t read it yet! -> Hardly Ever Smile (Without you)

a/n - new character introduction!! in the final version you will find out who she is 😊 (if you would like to be added to the tag list send an ask)

"I can teach you how to be friends with people. We can be the best of friends if you let me. I pinky promise." She said as she was raising her pinky and waiting for you to raise yours as well. You said you wouldn’t let anyone into your life again, but maybe this could be different. She was different. "Alright," you said, raising your pinky next to hers, and you felt her tighten both of your pinkies together. You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle, and she couldn’t help but also let out a giggle while letting go of your pinky. You look down at the sandwich that is in your lunchbox and then notice she had nothing to eat.

"hey, do you? Would you like half of my sandwich?" you ask, splitting your sandwich in half and signaling for her to take one half with your hand. "But wouldn’t you be hungry?" she asks before hesitantly grabbing one half of the sandwich out of your hand. "Oh no, it’s okay; I usually never finish my sandwich either way." Complete lie, but you couldn’t help but feel a soft spot for her; she was probably one of the only people besides Soobin who was not afraid to approach you and talk to you.

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khaotunq · 7 months

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Trick or treat 💖✨✨

For you, non, a missing scene. *

They had barely stopped touching since the tearful reunion in the jazz cafe Sand's dad played in. Ray had parted from him to walk around to the driver's side but had immediately taken his hand, pressed it onto his thigh like it was for safekeeping.

The last of the alcohol buzzed around in Sand, made him a little fuzzy, brought his pushed-down emotions dangerously near the surface. He'd been drinking to dull them but Ray's voice cracking around his name had dragged them up and suddenly he was engulfed.

Ray had come back to him. His uncanny knack for finding Sand wherever he went had won through and he'd come back. Sand knew that meant something, almost as much as the words he'd said. Nick had pointed it out, once, that Ray turning up in front of him was perhaps a coincidence the first couple of times, but after that it was a conscious decision. Nick had also called Ray a few uncharitable names for not seeing how brilliant Sand was, which Sand had laughed off but been genuinely touched by.

Sand had been subjected to approximately seventeen thousand Meaningful Looks from Nick when he'd gotten home after Ray crashed their camping trip.

That wasn't the point, though. The point was that they were in Ray's car in a strange, reversed echo of a drive they'd taken before. He reached to turn the radio on with the hand not curled into the rough denim of Ray's jeans. The point was that Ray had found him, had reached out and taken hold, and let himself be taken hold of in return.

The car ride was mostly filled with the radio, occasional sniffles and self-conscious little laughs.

They reached Sand's apartment, hands intertwined. Nick was working so Sand let them in and finally it was safe to let go. Ray ducked past him into the main room of the apartment while Sand locked the door and placed his boots beside Ray's.

Sand looked up properly just in time to collide with Ray's back.

He'd forgotten about the wine. Had managed to push it out of his mind that even though he hadn't let himself hope for Ray coming back, he couldn't stand to look at it anymore. There were still boxes of finished product but Nick had let him store them in his room while he got a grip.

"Sand?" It was the first either of them had actually spoken since the cafe.

"It was you or the booze, right?" Sand said with a clarity he didn't realise he felt until that moment. The fuzziness from the alcohol had dissipated, leaving him feeling drained and heavy but hyperaware of Ray before him. "Same choice you're making."

Ray spun in place to stare up at him, eyes glassy with emotion again. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, apparently unable to find the words. "But--"

"There are other jobs," Sand said, still surprised by how fully-formed the thought seemed to be. Didn't say, there's no other Ray.

Ray seemed to hear that anyway, because the kiss he pressed to Sand's mouth was bruising and kind of clumsy, tasted like both of their tears.

#anonymous #ask post #so it is decreed #ficwit #sandray #only friends the series #halloween 23 #this is the second to last one in my inbox!#i'm not opposed to getting more but i'm flailing about what to write #this could be much longer probably but my brain is offline so #note to self look up the word drabble

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here4kpopfics · 1 year

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Take Care Of You | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f)reader

Genre: fluff

AU: established relationship, Love Bug couple

Wordcount: 1,642

Summary: Jungkook comes home late, tipsy and exhausted from a long day at work. You help him get ready for bed.

Warnings: some mentions of relationship fun times. Mentions of drinking. Tooth decaying fluff and domesticity.

Rating: PG15 to be safe.

AN: You can all blame @here2bbtstrash for posting this post for being the reason we’re here. I have a long ass fic for these two coming (their first time 😉) but M puts a prompt out there and I can’t NOT follow through with it. Enjoy! Thank you @mikrokcsmos for beta reading and @classicscreations for the banner and divider.

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You hear the front door open, pulling you out of your texting with your best friend, Danny, about your brunch date the next day. You set your phone down and resume your skincare routine. You don’t have to go check who it is, it only takes fifteen seconds before your boyfriend is walking into the bathroom.

His arms quickly wrap their way around your middle, pulling you back against his chest while he tucks his face into the nook of your neck, and takes a deep breath, rubbing his nose against your skin. You rest your arms on his forearms, head resting on his shoulder.

“Welcome home, Koo.” You chirp. He just nuzzles more into your neck, small whines echoing against your skin. And then you smell it.

Whiskey.

You’re going to smack Yoongi next time you see him.

“Koo? You okay?”

“Missed you, bug.” His arms tighten around you and you both have to catch yourselves when he steps back involuntarily.

“You had a few drinks with Yoongi, huh?” You tease, reaching a hand up behind you to run your fingers through his hair.

“All of us. Work kept going and going and going and goi—”

“So you all decided to get drunk?” The teasing tone lingers as you watch him in the mirror play with the hemline of your silk nightshirt between his fingers. Early in the relationship, you noticed his fascination with certain textures, silk being a main one, and altered your wardrobe slightly for him.

You prefer his baggy shirts and sweatpants, but he loves the feel of it, and you love the feel of him touching you. A win-win worthy of compromise.

“‘Not drunk…tipsy.”

“Oh, okay, tipsy man. Wanna take off your makeup and we can go to bed?”

He shakes his head, lips leaving small kisses across your neck as he slowly raises his head.

“You can go to bed first, bug. I need a bit.” He turns you around in his arms, hands sliding across your sides in the process. Your fingers play with the necklace he hides under his shirt with a little damselfly charm you got him for your one year anniversary. It’s really a dragonfly, but it’s close enough to the delicate bug he compared you to.

“Okay. You sure you’re good? Want me to make you something?”

“You can’t cook, bug.” Your eyes narrow at him, lightly hitting his pecs.

“I can make ramen.”

“It’s okay, we ate a lot. Go to bed. I’ll be there soon.” He kisses your forehead before turning away and heading back to the living room.

You hear the sound of the tv turning on and a random song soon after. You finish up your routine and crawl into bed, deciding to mindlessly scroll your socials until he comes back.

Except an hour later and you feel like you’ve seen every video, annoyed your friends with said videos, and got bored of playing the same three games on your phone. And he still hasn’t come to bed yet.

He seemed so exhausted. Whiskey is like melatonin for Jungkook and knowing he drank with Yoongi? He probably had a good amount.

You get out of bed, quietly walking into the living room and sure enough, your boyfriend is fast asleep on the leather couch. Soft snores are the only sound as the tv probably automatically turned off a while ago. He looks so childlike when he sleeps. You smile, heading back to the bathroom for a moment before returning to the couch.

“Koo? Wanna get ready for bed?” You nudge his shoulder lightly, but nothing happens except a moan from the sleeping man.

“Jungkook, you’re going to regret sleeping with makeup on.” Still nothing.

Big guns time.

You brush his hair back, cupping his face and getting your face closer to him, “Koooooooobear.” His sleepy eyes pry open, brows furrowed.

“How dare you,” he grumbles, an adorable pout forming, “that name is for special circumstances only.”

“Yeah. But you weren’t waking up. Come on. Let’s get you ready for bed.”

“Few more minutes.”

“Nope, bed is better. Come on, Koo. You don’t have to do anything except walk to the bathroom and I’ll take care of everything else.”

He mumbles something incoherent, but gets up when you wrap your hand in his, and follows you to the bathroom where he’s greeted by a dimly lit scene, the only light coming from the four mildly scented candles flickering around the room. You make him sit on the edge of the bathtub, briefly kissing his sleepy face, and turn back around to grab the pink bunny headband. He smirks, grabbing it from you and putting it on, brushing his bangs back with it.

“Adorable.” You giggle, adjusting the ears on the headband to make your boyfriend look more like a bunny. His hands rest on your hips, mindlessly playing with the fabric again while he tugs you to stand between his legs, and you have to force yourself to stay focused.

You grab the makeup wipes and tilt his chin up with your thumb and index finger, holding him in place while you gently wipe the makeup off his face. All the foundation, the small amount of eyeshadow and mascara. You love when he has to wear makeup, but you love bare faced Jungkook so much more. Being able to see those freckles that get covered by concealer and the small imperfections that make him more real to you.

When you’re sure you’ve wiped it all off, you grab a wet washcloth, gently gliding it across his face to make sure you get anything left behind. He gets up to wash his face with a cleanser and promptly sits back down to let you do the rest, hands right back to where they were when you pull out his series of serums, toners, an eye cream and a moisturizer.

One by one, you take each step seriously, patting the product where it should be, gently rubbing it into the skin when you’re supposed to, and putting each product away directly after use so you don’t get lost on the order. Jungkook’s routine is way more serious than yours. And for good reason; it’s his job to look amazing. Yours couldn’t care less, and you’re too lazy to do this many steps every night. You let him tell you random stories about his schedules today and the insanity and fun that occurred just so he can stay awake long enough and not fall asleep and hurt himself while sitting on the edge of the tub.

When you’re getting ready to apply the eye cream, you put a small amount on your finger, quickly put the cream away and turn back to your boyfriend, who is barely holding it together trying to stay awake.

“Almost done, Koo. Just this and the moisturizer and then bed.”

“I miss bed.” He pouts as you gently dab the cream under his eyes, bringing the excess out over his cheekbones.

“I know, baby.”

“Miss you.” his hands slide down to your thighs, slipping under the silk shorts to grab the meat of your thighs under your ass.

“So, you’re too tired to get ready for bed. But not too tired to get handsy with me?”

You both love and loathe the smug smirk on his face.

“Always ready to be handsy. Love to feel you at every moment of every day.”

You roll your eyes and hum in response, applying the moisturizer and trying to ignore his wandering hands under your shorts.

“Okay, Koo. All done.” You murmur, removing the headband and messing with his hair to make it look normal again. You quickly make sure everything is put away, blowing out the candles and washing your hands. All the while, Jungkook has reattached himself to you reminiscent of when he came home, arms around your middle, face buried in your neck, while you’re moving around the bathroom. When you’re in complete darkness of the bathroom, he turns you around again, this time picking you up easily, your legs around his waist, arms around his shoulders, and lips meeting his as he carries you back to the bed, laying you down first and crawling over you. His lips leave yours, trailing down your neck to your clavicle.

“Koo…” you whine, feeling yourself get more and more turned on. But you know he’s going to pass out any second. “We have to go to bed. You’re exhausted, baby.”

He’s about to complain - make an argument about wanting to thank you for taking care of him, but your hands cradle his face, bringing him back up to you.

“In the morning, I promise.” You whisper, grinning when he looks confused.

“Promise what?”

“Whatever you want me to promise. We can do it in the morning. For now, we sleep. Okay?”

“Whatever I want?” Usually, this is where his eyes would go wide with excitement, but he’s clearly too tired as it’s just his smug grin returning instead.

“Whatever you want, however you want.” You go in for a small peck of a kiss, but Jungkook pushes forward, trapping you between his lips and the pillow, for a deep kiss.

“I love who you’ve become, love bug.” He kisses you again, smiling, “I love who you were, too. I love everything about you.”

“I love you, too, Koo.” You lightly shove him off you, both of you getting into your sleeping positions, “almost as much as I love sleeping.” You smirk when he scoffs, pulling you against his chest as you two get comfortable.

“Brat.”

“Yours.”

His grip tightens.

“Mine.” He grumbles, and you swear you can hear the moment he submits to the sleep he’s been fighting off, the small soft snores returning, lulling you to sleep.

You’ll have to apologize to Danny for missing brunch tomorrow.

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Stop at Nothing

Authors note: I honestly love how this turned out. I am thinking about making this into a series but I would love to hear what you guys think about that!

Summary: Everything was normal until it wasn't. Possibly pregnant with Joels baby, you head off to work as a doctor in the Er only for it to be the worst shift of your life and soon your whole world is flipped upside down by a series of unguessable events. Your life was calm and easy before, go to work, come home and take care of your two daughters with Joel. Now its life or death and life never prepared you for this situation.

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Word count:3.8k

Warnings: character death, cursing, guns, pregnancy

August 29, 2013

Every morning for the last week without a doubt you woke up at an ungodly hour to empty last night's dinner into your toilet. This caused concern to rise within you. There is no way you can be pregnant again right? Maybe you had the stomach flu, Sarah had just returned to school and kids tend to get sick since there are so many germs being spread around. Deep down you knew that a pregnancy test would be in your near future but after telling Joel last time you were pregnant left you a little scared about the possibility of a positive test.

November, 2012

Now Joel is a loving, patient man who knows no bounds for his family and the people that he loves. Was he stressed when you gave him a peed on pregnancy test with a baby onesie, absolutely. Did you guys go back and front on whether or not to keep the pregnancy, yes. But did that mean he loved his youngest daughter any less? No, absolutely not.

But to say that it hadn't put a stress on your relationship would be a lie. Joel was already working too late and too many hours to try and provide for Sarah and You had just Finished your residency and were officially a doctor which meant that your working hours were insane and often pushed you past your physical limits and beyond. This obviously was a concern for him, with your career having a baby at this time was less than ideal. His reasoning for not wanting to keep the child was for your health, if you were pregnant that meant everything you felt would be doubled and the stress of being a new doctor he feared would cause you to lose the baby. To you having a baby was a no brainer, plenty of people in the same shoes as you also were having babies, and if they could do it then so could you and nothing could convince you otherwise.

For days the two of you went back and forth about what to do but often your conversations would be interrupted by an innocent Sarah who needed her dad or wanted to talk to you about girl stuff, you may not be her mother but she treated you like you were. After about four days of weighing the pros and cons of bringing another life into this world you booked yourself an ultrasound to see how far along you were so you could better weigh your options but after seeing those black and white pictures you knew that there was no other option then to keep the growing baby inside of you.

Sarah had asked to spend the night at one of her friends' houses that morning which finally gave you and Joel the chance to sit down and really talk without having to put your thoughts on hold. After dropping Sarah off you entered the house you shared with Joel and started cooking dinner, you knew he wouldn’t likely show up until way past dinner time but you were hungry and needed something to distract your mind. How were you going to tell Joel that you wanted to keep the baby? What if he disagreed? Before you were able to jump too deeply into the worst case scenarios Joel walked through the door. You sat at the dinner table barely touching your food suddenly the need to eat was gone and anxiety sat at its seat at the dinner table instead. Joel could feel how nervous you were, you had something to tell him. “Darlin’ I can feel your nerves over here, what’s going on?” Without saying a word you get up and walk over to your purse that sat on the counter and pulled out the ultrasound pictures. Silently sitting there you stared at the tiny little bean looking shape and wondered what you would do if Joel disagreed with what you wanted.

Shakily you handed the pictures to Joel and he looked them over before returning to stare at you. “I want this Joel” Your voice a whisper on the verge of crying, he glances at the pictures before looking at you again “Look I know it will be hard but with my income we will be ok, you won’t have to work as much and I can take maternity leave and-” Joel moves to kneel in front of you “Darlin’ you don’t need to give me a list of reasons, ok?” His soft movement of his thumbs rubbing your stomach gave you so much comfort but you needed to hear him say it. “We’re doing this?” With a gentle nod he brings his hand to cup your cheek while the other stay on your stomach “We’re doing this, darlin’, we’re doing this”

September 27, 2013

Now your daughter was three months old and the absolute light of your life. Your pregnancy wasn’t easy, you had your fair share of struggles just like any other woman throughout her pregnancy but god was your daughter worth it all and ten times more. So to say that you were surprised you were experiencing symptoms of pregnancy again is an understatement, but to be sure you would make an appointment to get your blood checked and see if they were at the levels needed for pregnancy. But for now that would have to wait tonight you would be going in for an forty-eight hour shift on call and as much as you hated leaving your babies you had to go to work. Luckily Sarah would watch baby Evelyn for a few hours until Joel got home to handle the rest.

“Sarah babe? Do you have everything you need until your dad gets home?” She walks into the kitchen with a giggling Evelyn in her arms “For the millionth time,yes.” she glances at the clock before her eyes return to your frantic figure running around trying to make yourself coffee. “Oh shit, ok I have to go, dinner is in the fridge, there's milk for Eve in there also and if you need anything call me!” you were halfway out the door before you realized you forgot something. Turning around you kiss Evelyn's head and Sarah's cheek “I love you guys so so so much, don’t you ever forget that ok?” and with that you were out the door and unknowingly on your way into a fast unfolding nightmare.

The first twenty-four hours were ok. Not much happened but nothing happening in the hospital ment all was good. Somewhere between the thirty hour to forty-eight hour mark things started to pick up. As a trauma doctor in the ER you dealt with the worst of the worst injuries but since the ER was slammed you helped out where you could, just because you had a specialty doesn’t mean you couldn’t help. The people who were coming in were acting odd but when their blood work came back it was clear of drugs and alcohol, others were trashing about uncontrollably and one even tried to bite one of your co-workers but was restrained and sedated. A few hours after that was when shit really hit the fan, you were exhausted and it was almost the end of your shift which meant you just wanted to go home and see your babies and boyfriend, but you took an oath to help those in need no matter what so you kept doing your job even in the chaos of the ER department, until all staff was pulled into a quick meeting and was notified that until further notice the hospital would be on lock down.

As soon as you got a second you called Joel but he didn’t answer so you left a voicemail instead “Joel, I don’t know what's going on but the hospital is on lock down” you went quiet for a few seconds trying to pull your thoughts together and make a real sentence. “Look I don’t know what's happening but I can tell it's not good, whatever it is at least. The hospital has been crazy the last few hours and we have no idea what's going on.” Suddenly the tvs all play the same announcement, stay inside and don’t move. “Joel whatever happens don’t come to the hospital do not under any circumstances come here Joel. It's going to be one hundred times worse here, Joel, I’m begging you do not come here. Get the girls and get them to safety. I will find you guys I promise but I need you to keep them safe. I love you Joel, and tell the girls that mommy loves them too.” Just then a blood curdling scream is released and you hangup. Turning to see what is happening you find someone on top of another person and it looks like they’re eating them.

If the hospital was chaos before then all hell has broken loose now. The person stopped what they were doing and moved to stand up and look around as it slowly spun around in a circle. You saw something coming out of its mouth and it was moving.

When in medical school you often play a game of what-ifs. What if that happened, what if this happened? As doctors it's important to understand that anything could happen and you must be prepared for it. That's why you run hypotheticals all the time, the world is constantly evolving and if we don’t stay on top of it we will be under it. You learn a lot of things in medical school but one of the things you learn is the worst case scenario. What will happen if this disease comes back stronger or what if this one mutates, then what? And it was your job to come up with an answer that best fit the situation described. During one of your classes your professor played a video from the nineteen sixties about what would happen if a fungus evolved. And staring at the person, no it wasn’t a person anymore, you realized he was right, everything he said was correct.

Suddenly it launched itself to the people nearest to it and started attacking, you took this chance and ran. You couldn’t care less if after everything was done and calm again you lost your job or even your license for deserting your job as a doctor but something told you that wouldn’t be happening so you ran until you were in the staff room where all of your belongings were and began to grab your stuff. Frantically grabbing your car keys and bag you see other people doing the same thing, good to know you won’t be the only one losing their job.

As you made your way to your car you saw the same scene from inside paint itself on the outside. Just as you locked your door, helicopters flew by along with felt like a million other things. “Please,please help me!” the banging on your car window startled you, a young man bangs on your window, looking around you see it's getting worse, so against your breaking heart you pull out of the parking spot and start heading back home. On your way there you see countless cop cars and even military vehicles on the roads, it was like a mini war zone in the making and that couldn’t be good.

Joel's heart was racing after picking up Tommy he knew he needed to get back to his kids and get to you so you guys could move and figure this out as a family. While Tommy was driving Joel went to call you. He saw he had already left a voicemail and he listened to it. Hearing your voice sound so scared broke his heart but listening to you tell him to leave you there was more heartbreaking, leaving the mother of his children all alone at the hospital where like you said it was going to be ten times worse was a blow to the gut, but be knew you would never forgive him he put your children in danger and neither would he. So he told Tommy to head to his house and without a second thought he began to form a plan to get them out of harm's way and somewhere he can keep them safe while trying to figure out how to get to you.

One night while you and Joel were sitting in your living room you began to explain how hospitals work and what exactly you do. After a while the conversation dulls until your boyfriend speaks up “So what exactly happens if there's a huge nationwide emergency, like I know during hurricanes staff have to stay and help but what else.” Taking another sip of wine you begin to think about all the things that happen in those cases. “Well for one no matter what we go into lock down, no one in or out. If it's some sort of attack, same thing except authorized personnel so we have enough people to help with the large amount of people that would be coming in. Most of the situations are like that with a few different rules in place depending on what is happening but all in all it's the same more or less. But what I will tell you is this” You lean forward and look him in the eyes, you two may be a little wine drunk but this is important and you needed him to understand this. “If anything of that sort ever happens do not under any circumstances ever come to the hospital, don’t go to police or fire stations. Stay the fuck away from those. People who are first responders and healthcare workers will be the first to go. Why? Because we are the first defense. When someone gets sick or hurt where do they go? Either into an ambulance or to the hospital. When someone gets injured because of a fight or something dangerous happens, who responds? Police and firefighter. We are the people who help when things hit the fan so you know what that means? We usually don’t know what we’ve gotten ourselves into but we know we need to help. But in those situations it's usually mass numbers of people and if something goes wrong, we will be the first ones affected.” Joel had never thought about that before but now that you said it, it made sense maybe a little too much sense. What you said scared the shit out of him, mostly because that meant everything you said you understood and acknowledged, that something on a mass scale could be the reason you aren’t on earth anymore was terrifying. “I guess that does make sense but damn I never thought about that.” Shrugging you respond “Most people don’t but it’s one of the realities of being a healthcare worker.”

Joel's mind comes back from memory land right as they pull up in front of his house and see Sarah there holding Evelyn slowly backing away from the Adler woman. Jumping out of the car he puts himself between the old lady and his daughters. “What are we gonna do Joel?” Just then the lady jumps at her and he swings the wrench at her hitting her in the head. Quickly he turns around and ushers his children into the truck before they take off. Sarah was quick to notice a missing person. “Dad, where's mom?” Three simple words yet they shook him to his core. On any other day they would be just like every other question she asked but today her voice was shaking and when he looked back at his babygirl tears were in her eyes and her voice sounded so scared. “Don’t worry baby, momma is going to find us. She promised.”

You returned back to the road you lived on to see it was a mess. Street lights were off and power boxes had exploded. And bodies were everywhere, they may not be dead but they might as well be classified as such. Slowing down you peer out of your passenger window trying to see if anyone was still at your house but were quickly met with bloody hands banging on your window. Without second thought you speed off and don’t look back. You needed to think and think quick. Think like Joel. After taking a moment you remember that in these types of situations the military will set up camp and use that as a point of operation, it could get you killed as they most likely have a shoot to kill order but at least you could try and plus being a doctor would help right? At that moment you were thankful you had a full tank of gas and a fuel efficient car because you were sure that it was going to take you a little bit of time and driving to find one of these camps.

It had been a few days since everything started and you successfully made it into a military camp the first night before being moved to a quarantine zone. As a doctor they had you help them sort through the people coming in. Sure you were not a military doctor or personnel but you were a doctor nonetheless and they needed all the help they could get. You were placed in a tent to treat superficial wounds, not a very good way to put your training to use but as you know even a cut can lead to a deadly infection. Plus it gave you something to distract your mind with that is until you heard your name being called and not by anyone it was Joel, your Joel.

Next thing you know his arms are wrapped around your body and you're both crying. ‘Where are the girls? Where is Tommy?” Quickly you pull aways to find the answer to your questions but only see Tommy holding your youngest daughter. You rush to grab her out of his hands and sooth her as best you can but probably more so yourself, while you do so you look around Tommys figure to see if you can find Sarah. “Joel? Where's Sarah? Is she getting grabbing food or something?” Turning around to face the father of your children you see the tears building in his eyes and the heartbreak on his face and in an instant you know. Sarahs gone. You feel the urge to throw up and that's what you do, handing your surviving daughter back to Tommy you run over to the trash can and empty what little food you did have in your system.

If you're being honest you don't remember much of that day. You remember Joel and his arms around your body, feeling your daughter against your chest and seeing Tommy but other than that, it’s blank. You knew it was a trauma response, a way of your body trying to protect itself. And you were thankful for it because you never wanted to relive that moment again.

Now you had to focus on protecting your daughter, keeping her alive and fed. Making sure Joel was as ok as a parent could be after losing a child, and making sure Tommy didn’t get any stupid ideas. For the most part you forgot about the potential pregnancy to busy wrapped up in trying to survive in this new way of life. But then you missed your period and your breasts started to hurt and every smell was making you nauseated. You knew without a doubt that you were pregnant. Unfortunately you never got the chance to tell Joel. A Member of the military came to inform you that you were being moved to the Denver QZ. “Right now” this started you “Um ok let me go tell my family so we can grab our things.” in that moment you failed to see the man's grim expression. “No ma'am, just you and your child are permitted to go.” This frustrated you and you were going to give him hell until he let your family go with you. No way in hell were you going somewhere that Joel and Tommy weren’t.

You burst into the tent that you and your family had been sharing with strangers the past few weeks with the military man right on your heels. “Listen to this Joel!” Your announcement and startled look caught his attention as you grab your baby from Joel waiting for the random man to repeat what he said to you. “We will be moving her and your daughter to the Denver QZ, no one else is permitted to join her.” Joel was quick to his feet and in the man's face “Like hell you’ll be taking my wife and children somewhere I’m not!” Other military persons moved into the room with guns pointed, it didn’t take much to be killed these days. But that wasn’t what you focused on. Joel said children as in more than one, but it wasn’t plural it was just one and it was just Evelyn.

“Sir, you need to step back and remain calm!” Someone yelled causing your baby to cry. You silently shushed her as hot tears ran down your cheeks. “Don’t tell me to remain calm when you are trying to take my family away from me!” One man nods to another man and suddenly you feel a barrel of a gun to your head. “You either calm down or we kill her.” Joel felt his blood run cold as he saw what was happening before him. He wouldn’t let these men harm you so he stayed quiet and didn’t move. He would do anything necessary to keep you and his daughter safe. And for now that meant playing along with them. The men start to move and grab what they assume is your things. “Can I at least say goodbye?” The man holding the gun to you drops the barrel and gives a slight nod motioning for you to go ahead.

You wrap one arm around him while the other supports your daughter. “Listen to me Joel don’t try anything stupid,Ok? They will not hesitate to kill you. I will go and I will take Evelyn. I’m a high value person right now and they won’t do anything to me. I heard that people have been communicating through the radio. I'll tell them to play our song dedicated to E. When you hear it you’ll know it's me. Joel, you need to stay safe and be smart. Me and Eve need you. We will figure out a plan but for now stay alive and keep Tommy that way too, ok?” He shakes with anger but he knows your right, you’ve always been the more level headed one between the two of you. “Let's go.” the same man from earlier tells you and reluctantly he lets go of the two most important people in his life. Watching you get on that copper with Evelyn clinging to your chest was like watching the last remaining parts of his heart leave with you two. And he knew he would stop at nothing to get you two back.

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