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punkshort · 9 months

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Chapter Two

Pairing: Joel x F!Reader, pre-outbreak and post outbreak

AU (the only thing I kept was the outbreak, Joel, and Tommy's characters. Joel's backstory is different, and the way he finds Jackson is different. I may include Ellie one day, I just haven't planned that far)

Fic Summary: You worked for Joel and Tommy a few months before the outbreak. The outbreak happens, and you and Joel get stuck traveling the country and keeping each other safe. Neither of you spoke about the feelings you had for one another pre-outbreak, and in a post-apocalyptic world, it seems like survival should be your only focus. But feelings can't be ignored forever.

Fic tags: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI), Smut, Language, Canon-Typical Violence, Alcohol Use, Age Difference (Reader is 10 years younger than Joel), slow burn, mutual pining, angst, trauma, SA referencing later but I will put a big warning on those chapters

May 2003

It had been almost a month since you started your new job and you were getting the hang of things quickly. You always prided yourself on learning fast and being an overachiever. Everybody in your department seemed very friendly and helpful, but you really hit it off with Colleen and Debbie, given the proximity of your desks, and your mutual age range. It felt nice to have a couple friends, although you have yet to hang out outside of work, so were they really your “friends”? They had invited you out drinking with them a couple of times, but you politely declined, still feeling a little shy.

You had, however, been spending more time with one of the few men in your department, Justin, who worked in payroll. You could tell he was interested in you as more than just friends, so you weren’t shocked when he asked you out on a date. In a moment of weakness, you agreed, figuring it was about time you got out on the town and had a little fun. Justin was a little taller than you but not by much. He had sandy blonde hair and kind, brown eyes, always clean shaven, and most importantly he was a safe bet. You could tell by the moment you met, he was a mild mannered, sweet guy, very non-threatening. He was easy to get along with, and you hoped with time, maybe you could develop stronger feelings towards him. You haven’t had a boyfriend since college, and you were starting to become lonely. A quiet, sweet guy is just what you thought you needed to shake the dust off.

As far as work went, you were getting rather confident in your abilities in your new role. You were even beginning to learn about some of the company’s clients over the phone when you called requesting payment status on past due invoices. Today was one of those days. You had been on the phone for nearly half an hour with Mr. Sullivan, a client who was behind a few months on his payments.

Miller & Miller was remodeling a few floors of a high rise into office space for Mr. Sullivan’s insurance company, which had been growing exponentially to the point where Mr. Sullivan was having trouble keeping up with all the business, let alone his bills. However, you sadly learned that Mr. Sullivan’s wife had unexpectedly been hospitalized for the past 3 weeks, and you could tell listening to his voice shake over the phone that it was hard for him to talk about. You patiently listened to him and gave gentle words of encouragement when the moments called for it, and at the end of the call he assured you that the check he promised to mail out today would cover all the backed invoices. You hung up the phone, thanking him for addressing the matter, and wished him and his wife well.

“Sheesh, that was a long call, what was that all about?” Colleen asked, craning her neck around the wall of your cubicle. You turned and filled her in on Mr. Sullivan and his wife, and how you had felt bad asking for money when he clearly had just too much going on at the moment. She stood from her desk and entered your cube as you spoke. She was wearing her hair in a ponytail today and a floral skirt with a pink blouse. You started to wonder if all she owned was pink. It definitely matched her personality. Colleen leaned against the back of your desk as you finished your story, nodding along, brows knit.

"Make sure to fill Heather in before our meeting today, in case Joel asks what the deal is,” she reminded you. You froze for a second, forgetting that today was the department meeting with Joel. It was your first meeting with him, and even the first time laying eyes on him. Having only heard stories for the past month, your imagination was beginning to make this man out to be a big, bad wolf.

“Right,” you nodded, jotting down the reminder on a post-it note. “Good call, thank you. I completely forgot; I should get some notes ready on the other clients I know about.” You chewed your lip nervously, and Colleen picked up on it.

“Don’t stress it! He probably won’t even acknowledge you today, just lay low, and avoid eye contact. Ha, it sounds like I’m describing a how you should act if you see a bear!” She joked, and you gave her a forced laugh in response. Colleen walked back to her desk and you began furiously looking up all of the clients you are familiar with, jotting down notes on your pad for the upcoming meeting that afternoon.

The morning flew by, and Heather was booked with meetings all day. You never got a chance to touch base with her about your notes, so you sent her an email around 11am with all the information you had, praying she would be at her desk at some point before your department meeting with Joel and print it out, at the very least. Still, just in case, you grabbed your notepad as the whole team filed out the door together to the 10th floor conference room after lunch.

Once upstairs, you all settled into a long room with an equally long table, with a huge glass wall that overlooked the city, and another wall with a large TV screen installed so that presentations could be displayed. A conference phone, and a pitcher of water with glasses sat in the center of the long, dark wood table, the Miller & Miller logo emblazoned on the glasses.

Justin settled in the chair next to you. He shot you a shy smile and reassuredly grazed his pinky finger against the back of your hand. You glanced up from the contact and smiled back at him. He was so sweet and gentle, but you were still lacking that spark. It had been a few weeks of you seeing each other several times outside of work. You knew you had to decide soon about this relationship, either take the next step and sleep with him, or end things. You dreaded thinking about the tension in the office if you stop seeing Justin, but the spark just wasn’t there yet.

Heather hurriedly entered the room, taking a seat at one end of the table. You opened your mouth, about to get her attention and ask if she saw your email, when the door swung open behind her and in walked Joel. You snapped your mouth shut and your eyes darted up to finally take him in.

You already picked up on the vibe everyone told you about: he radiated a certain level of irritation across his tanned face. He had an angular nose; and messy, dark curls for hair that somehow also looked styled, and a patchy beard along his jaw, which ticked to the side as he walked. He had dark eyes that did not even bother to sweep over any of you already seated as he made his way to the head of the table. He wore a pair of grey dress pants and a light blue button up shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow, showing off toned and tanned forearms. Behind him walked another man, who appeared to be a few years younger than him, hair longer than Joel’s but just as dark. He had a smattering of facial hair, but less so along the sides of his jaw. He wore a dark black suit with a white shirt, and a blue tie. Tommy – you determined for yourself, as you watched the two men sit next to one another.

Tommy ran his eyes over the group and shot you all a tight smile as he readjusted himself in the chair next to his brother. Joel kept his eyes down on the papers in front of him as he sorted them, still ignoring the presence of everyone else in the room. It was so quiet, you thought everyone could hear your heart hammering in your chest. It appeared nobody planned to speak until Joel decided the meeting began. You averted your gaze from the two brothers and reviewed your notes again for the hundredth time, your stomach twisting in knots over the tension in the room. You snuck a glance back over to Heather at the other end of the table. Her face was stoic and unreadable. She kept her eyes down on her portfolio, placing a calculator next to her on the table, patiently waiting.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take the tension any longer, Joel finally stopped shuffling his papers around and looked up. You tried your best to not look over at him again, the advice about staying below the radar swimming in the back of your head, but something about him was magnetic. Your head remained tilted downward at your notes, but you found your gaze was slowly making its way along the length of the table, reaching his large and rough looking hands resting on his papers, continuing up his forearms to take in his broad shoulders that looked to be fighting against the fabric of his button down, and finally landed on his face again. Your eyes widened when you found that his gaze had already been settled on you, and noticed the whole time you were checking him out.

Were you checking him out? Or were you just curious? Shit.

Your eyes darted away and back to your notepad. You felt your pulse quickening in your throat, as you gently swallowed and nervously squirmed in your chair. It was then that Justin discreetly placed a tender hand on your knee, sensing your discomfort. Unbeknownst to you, Justin’s movement hadn’t been all that subtle. Joel saw, and then flicked his eyes away from you, back to Heather.

“Alright, let’s get started, I got a full afternoon so I'd like to keep this short. What're the numbers for month end, let’s see ‘em up on the screen.”

His voice matched his gruff and harsh demeanor. He had a deep baritone, with a slight twang to the way he spoke, which made you think he must have grown up somewhere else but tried to suppress the accent. You did your best to stay focused on the meeting, but your mind kept wandering to Joel, in a way you did not expect before entering the room. You stay tuned into his voice, trying to pick up little hints as to where that accent was from, and you found yourself daydreaming about those large hands, what it would feel like if –

Stop it. Get ahold of yourself, you have a boyfriend!

You gently shook your head, as if the physical motion would actually make those thoughts go away. You figured you must be losing it; this guy was at least ten years older than you and certainly not the type of man you had been with before, not your type at all. Maybe that’s why he’s in your head.

You had not been paying attention to the meeting well enough, but when you heard the name ‘Sullivan’, it snapped you out of your daydream. Joel repeated himself, with an edge to his voice now, staring Heather down from across the table, hands twitching on his papers.

“How the hell have we let this guy get away with 3 weeks of unpaid invoices?” he growled. “I am alternatin’ two crews a day on that job of his, I ain’t gonna waste another minute of my time if he can’t be bothered –“ Suddenly, a voice cut him off.

“He is mailing a check today, for the entire balance due on his account.”

The whole room fell silent. You wondered for a moment what the big deal was, why everyone was looking at you like that, until you realized you said those words. You gulped, scared to look at Joel. You felt the heat from his gaze burning a hole in the side of your head. You kept your eyes glued to your fingers, which were fidgeting in your lap. You were fucked. Not only did you do exactly what your co-workers told you not to do, but you interrupted the man who runs the entire company. A man known for bursts of rage that made people cry and quit. You braced yourself, waiting for the worst, but it never came. It felt like an eternity went by without a word spoken, until finally Joel broke the silence.

“That’s great, sweetheart, but unless I got a check in my hand, promises don’t mean shit. There’s no reason this guy should be jerkin' us around, I’m gonna go down to the site today and pull my guys til we got that check.” He turned his attention back to Heather, ready to move onto the next topic.

You still had yet to look up at him until now. Something in you was still hung up on the way Mr. Sullivan sounded on the phone, the story he gave you about his wife broke your heart. The words Debbie said on your first day about ‘this company is not saving lives’ rushed back through your head, and suddenly you felt this switch flip. The company made record profits last month, and this customer was a real human being who needed to be shown some compassion. Maybe you were naïve, but it felt so cruel to just assume everyone who skips out on their bills is a crook. Before you could give it another thought, your eyes shot up and locked onto his.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” you stated firmly, noticing in your peripheral some of your co-workers shifting uncomfortably and exchanging glances. “If you care to know, his wife has been in the hospital for three weeks fighting an infection the doctors can’t seem to fix. He’s got his hands full, he apologized profusely to me this morning and I believe he is sending us that check. If you prefer, I can go down to his office and pick up the check myself.”

A part of you couldn’t believe you said that, and not only that but said it with such resolve, your voice not even faltering. You refused to break eye contact with Joel, no matter how intimidating and uncomfortable it felt. His eyes bored into yours, his jaw clenched, and two of his fingers began to gently tap on the table in front of him. You kept it together and continued to look him dead in the eyes. You felt butterflies in your stomach begin to work their way into a frenzy, and the sweat started to accumulate on the back of your neck. You briefly wished you had worn your hair up so your neck could get more air. Your cheeks started to feel warm under his gaze, but you couldn’t back down now.

Finally, Joel gave his answer.

"Fine. But if we don’t get that check, it’s comin’ out of your paycheck.” He looked away and started asking Heather about more financial reporting, but you had no idea what was said exactly. Your head rushed with blood pounding in your ears. As the adrenaline washed away, you wanted to get up and use the restroom to collect yourself, but you could not give Joel the satisfaction of getting under your skin.

Thankfully, the meeting only went for a few more minutes. Your team gathered their things and quickly exited the conference room. By happenstance, you were the last to file out. You don’t know why, but as you walked through the door, you shot Joel one more glance over your shoulder. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes glued to your retreating form. They no longer looked hardened, but they showed a glimmer of something else, like amusement.

After you left the room, Joel’s eyes remained stuck on the empty doorway. He and Tommy were the only two that remained at the table. Tommy whistled lowly and leaned forward to catch Joel’s attention.

“She’s a sparkplug, wonder who she is, I don’t remember seein' her before,” Tommy said to Joel, who finally tore his eyes away from the doorway and looked at his brother. “Maybe I should find out what her deal is.”

“Her deal?” Joel nearly spit out, anger flaring in his belly.

Your “deal”? Your deal was clear as day to him – the Ken doll next to you marked his territory the first moment he got. The guy who looked like he couldn’t change a tire and probably never raised his voice in his whole life. The guy who likely skated by on looks, and never bothered to focus on a personality. Joel knew the Ken doll worked here for a while, but he couldn’t remember his name. It didn’t matter, anyway. Why was he even thinking about this?

“Yeah, her ‘deal,’” Tommy emphasized the last word for dramatic effect and rolled his eyes. He stood up from his chair. “She’s pretty. And she seems fiery. I like that.”

Tommy lifted his eyes from the papers in his hand to grin at his brother, who was scowling in return.

"What’s the problem? I can’t have a little fun?” he sulked, his grin slowly disappearing.

“No, I don’t think you should be screwin’ our employees, Tommy. You run this company with me, what the hell does that say about us?” Joel stood up and looked him in the eye to show he wasn’t joking.

“Aw, come on, Joel, it doesn't got to mean anythin'. I’ve done it before, it’s never caused a problem.” Tommy’s gaze turned back towards the door you had just left, his thoughts clouded with the last image of you. Joel’s anger began to flare.

"I don’t care, you leave her alone.” he replied. He snatched up his paperwork from the meeting and brushed past Tommy, exiting the room and heading towards his office. Tommy jogged up behind him, as the realization hit.

"Oh shit, you got a thing for her?” Tommy teased, and nudged Joel with his elbow once he caught up. “Why didn’t you just say that? I won’t go near her, give you a decent shot at ropin’ her in,” he laughed, but Joel stopped in his tracks, which caused Tommy to stumble and turn around in surprise.

"I ain’t got a thing for her, I just don’t think you should be screwin’ the women around here. Sets a bad example, is all.” Joel huffed and picked up his pace once more, turning into his office.

The room was massive. It was the biggest office in the building, although Tommy’s was only smaller by about 75 square feet. The office had the greatest view over the hustle and bustle of the city. It had a couple of velvet navy couches off to the corner that were surrounded by a glass coffee table for when he entertained clients or other executives in the company, and a small mini bar in the other corner, which also housed a coffee machine. Joel rounded his desk, which was stationed so it was overlooking the fantastic city view. He sat down in the plush desk chair and looked up to find Tommy standing on the other side, who was clearly not satisfied with the conversation.

“Alright, brother, I’ll let it go. I don’t believe you, but I’ll let it go.” Tommy suppressed a small smile as he turned to leave the office. “Oh, but one more thing,” Tommy stopped in the doorway and waited until he had Joel’s attention again. “She’s definitely got a thing for you. I saw the way she was lookin’ at you, I’m not stupid.” And with that, Tommy exited to return to his own office, satisfied with the impact he made, and left Joel once again staring at an empty doorway.

Joel let a small smile spread across his face now that he was alone, glad he didn’t misread the way he caught you looking at him.

You managed to get back to your desk without saying a word to anyone. The entire elevator car had been dead silent. When you sat down in your chair, you felt like your heart rate had finally returned to normal and your head was feeling less fuzzy. You shook your computer mouse to bring the machine back to life and tapped in your password. ‘Incorrect password’ flashed on the screen, so you tried again. It took three tries for you to slow down enough and enter in the password correctly.

OK, so maybe you were still rattled.

As you waited for your computer to log back in and load all your open programs, you closed your eyes and rested your face in the palms of your hands, elbows resting on the top of your desk.

You jumped when you felt a gentle squeeze on your shoulder and whipped around to find Justin standing next to you with his hands held up in mock surrender.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, just wanted to check and see how you were doing,” he gave a sweet smile and stretched out his hand once again, caressing your shoulder. You sighed, giving a weak smile in return.

"I’m fine,” you said, “I don’t know what got into me, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

It was then that Debbie, who had clearly been waiting for a chance to interrupt, came around the corner.

“Don’t sweat it, girl. That was nothing, you must have caught him on a good day. That was probably the nicest I’ve ever seen him.” She assured you, leaning casually up against your cubical wall. You gave a shaky laugh, which she returned and said “I’m only kind of kidding, though. He was in a good mood, maybe he finally got laid last night.”

Colleen came over after listening to the voicemail she had waiting for her.

"Ha, I doubt it. Nobody’s seen him with anyone for years, not since Amy left him.”

“Who’s Amy?” you asked curiously. You were surprised Colleen never shared this bit of gossip with you before.

“Amy’s his ex-fiancée. They broke up right around the time I started, so I guess that would have been 5 years ago now? Anyway, no one knows what happened, other than it made Joel the guy you saw today. Well, he was pretty tame today, but you know what I mean,” explained Colleen. “He’s been grumpy ever since.”

You all froze when you heard the electronic keypad on the other side of your locked door, indicating someone was entering the department. Colleen and Debbie quickly went back to their respective desks. Justin valiantly stayed by your side, although it was likely he stayed only because his desk was so far away, it would have been obvious he was fleeing by the time the person entered the room.

Heather pushed the door open, immediately made eye contact with you, heading in your direction. She gave you an apologetic smile once she got to the opening of your cube.

"I’m so sorry, I just saw that email from this morning, that was completely my fault, I should have been the one to handle that. How are you doing?”

Relieved she wasn’t mad at you for speaking up, you smiled back, your confidence returning.

"I’m good, really. It wasn’t that bad. I think I just got in my head about it because of the stories I’ve heard, I thought it would be worse.”

“Honestly, it usually is worse. He must have taken a liking to you. I had a voicemail waiting for me when I got back to my desk, he wanted to know who you were. He wasn’t mad, just didn’t recognize you. He wants you let him know personally when that check comes from Mr. Sullivan. I can go with you to his office when the time comes, don’t worry, I won’t throw you to the wolves!” she said with a chuckle.

You could feel the tips of your ears getting hot at the prospect of seeing Joel again so soon. You had thought you would have another month to recover. You nodded in acknowledgement, and with that, Heather bid the department farewell, late for another meeting. Justin looked back down at you once Heather left.

"Hey, I have an idea. Why don’t we go camping this weekend? There’s a great spot I like to go to just outside the city, it’s fantastic when you need to clear your head, and the weather is supposed to be perfect. What do you think?”

You figured why not. Camping wasn’t your favorite thing in the world, but it was something to do. Plus, you had to give more attention to this relationship and decide which fork in the road you were going to take.

That weekend, after having a few glasses of wine with the picnic Justin packed for you two, you did the last thing you could think of to summon up any strong feelings for your boyfriend. As Justin sloppily thrusted inside of you while you laid spread out in a field of wildflowers, all you could think of when you closed your eyes was strong, calloused hands gripping the side of your hip and a rough, patchy beard rubbing along your jaw.

Once you returned from the trip, you gently ended things with Justin.

Chapter Three

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newtonsheffield · 1 year

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Another vote for spicy Sunday married divorce lawyers! 🔥🔥

I think this is the only snippet I'll ever do for this AU

Kate had lost count of how many times she'd sat across the table from Anthony. Dozens. Maybe near a hundred. First at Cambridge and now here, in this office, or in her office, or a million other places. If you'd told her the first day she'd ever met him, that this was where she'd be nearly a decade later, she would have called you a liar.

Anthony had been different then, or maybe he'd only seemed different. with his cap backwards and his backpack slung over one shoulder, whistling as she walked past, barking out a laugh when she'd sent a vicious hand gesture his way. And soon, all too soon, it had devolved into this.

"Sharma, you know I respect how ballsy you are every time we meet but this is a bit of a reach even for you."

Kate stared back at him, his suit all crisp lines as he leaned across the table towards her, his hair perfectly styled, beard neatly trimmed along his sharp jawline. Annoyingly handsome, just as he'd always been. "I think I'm being perfectly reasonable, as is my client."

"You're asking for £17 million."

Kate felt her eyebrows raise, letting her eyes slide to the wedding ring on his left hand, ignoring the sting of her own on her finger. "You're a happily married man, Bridgerton. If your wife discovered you'd been repeatedly unfaithful to her, what would she do?"

His eyes flashed warningly at her, his lips a ghost of a smile. "My wife would cut my balls off. Thankfully, my marriage isn't on the table today."

They'd argued in every lecture, every tutorial, every mock trial, every debate, opposite sides always, again and again, and again until they'd both been red in the face. Until their arguments had spilled over into the courtyard outside Anthony's college as they'd walked past.

Kate could still remember the look in his eyes, his shoulders heaving as he'd spat at her. "God I've never wanted to fuck anyone more in my entire life!"

Her stomach had dropped as she'd stared at him, standing so close she could feel the warmth of his body and her entire body had felt as though it were on fire when she'd spat back at him. "Promises. Promises."

not even five minutes later she'd had her back pressed against the mattress of his messy dorm room and his head buried between her legs and everything in her had burned.

"You were... really pushing it today."

They'd sent their clients home. paperwork finally signed and this was his tradition. Drink with the opposing counsel when the deal was struck. Whether he won or lost; he always did it. Extended the olive branch in his office, two glasses of scotch sat between them on the desk.

"Oh, you like it when I push your buttons just a little."

Anthony rolled his eyes, though his jaw clenched, his thumb spinning his wedding ring on his hand, toying with it. "Your comments about my wife were a little uncalled for, I think."

It burned in her chest just as it always did, their eyes caught together as she stood from the other side of the desk, making her way to his side. She let her hands press firmly against his shoulders, sliding his chair back, leaving room for her to settle on the desk in front of him.

Anthony let out a small groan as his hands darted to her legs, skimming down the stockings there, his hands a little rough even through the sheer material.

"And I suppose you bringing up your balls was fine?"

He grinned up at her, just as handsome as he'd been a decade ago, as handsome as he had been every time they'd sat into this office and he'd slipped between her legs.

"I thought you'd find it funny." Anthony had stood now as well, his strong arms falling on either side of her, his lips brushing against hers with every word. Gentle kisses. Gentle kisses that they hid from everyone else.

"I did find it a little funny. Next time I'll try and bring up my tits, see if you find it funny."

Anthony's eyebrows wiggled, his finger catching the front of her silk blouse, peering down it, "I can think of a lot of things I'd like to do to them, but I don't think you'd be laughing. I wouldn't either."

The tension hung in the air between them, Anthony stepping closer, the gentle pressure from his hands encouraging her legs to fall open for him as he nestled into the cradle. His hips rolled gently against hers, an invitation, just as it always was. He waited, waited for her to take the first step. And just like always, it didn't take long.

Kate reached up, letting her fingers twist in Anthony's hair before she dragged his lips down to hers. His kiss was heady and consuming as his lips moved over hers roughly, bruising against her skin. His tongue tangled filthily with hers, his hands already tearing the stockings from her legs. Kate could hardly bite back the moan that fell from her lips as his hand slid up her legs, his fingers groping at her skin in his eagerness to have her. He rucked her skirt up around her waist just as his fingers reached their mark and a harsh curse fell from his lips.

Fuck Kate. You fucking knew what this would do to me, you knew.

She let herself preen for a moment, the shine of her engagement ring stark against his dark hair for a moment too long. "Maybe I had a plan when I got dressed this morning."

His lips claimed hers again for a moment even more roughly before his lips fell to her neck and his free hand tugged roughly at the buttons on her blouse and all the while his fingers worked between her legs. She could feel the heat building already, it never took long. not like this. Not with the heat of what had passed between them in their meetings and the press of his strong body against hers. Not with his rough voice whispering filthily in her ear

"Enough, Enough. Not now." She barely recognised her own voice as she reached for his belt.

Anthony let out a desperate moan, his hips bucking against the feel of her hand against him, his eyes rolling back in his head. Fuck I hoped you'd want this today

"Always."

The first snap of his hips had her writhing against him already. Anthony's body was pressed tightly against hers, his arm wrapped around her waist holding her tighter, encouraging her hips in time with his. Every inch of her body was on fire for him. Burning from the inside out as the desperation in her chest for Anthony climbed higher and higher until it was all she could think about.

It was choking her, the tension in the room, thickening around them with every roll of their hips together, every rattle of the drawers in the desk, every squeak of it against the floorboards, every gasp that fell from her lips, every shout as she clung to him.

Anthony's hands felt as though they were everywhere, groping at her skin as his cheeks flushed with the exertion their eyes locked together and his voice shivered down his spine.

Come on Kate, that's it... oh that's it babe, come on, fuck you feel incredible. Fuck! Oh Fuck! Fuck!

It was too much. Kate bit down on Anthony's shoulder as she fell apart, her hips stuttering against his as Anthony's own bucked erratically as he fell over the edge and everything went still.

"Holy shit." Anthony chuckled leaning back, smoothing his hair back into place before he kissed her softly. "You okay?"

She nodded gently, chasing his lips with hers. "I love you."

His smile was still the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. After all these years, after all of it. It still made her heart pound in her chest. "I love you too."

His hands were gentle as he set her clothing to rights, tucking her torn stockings into his pocket with a little hum. "Lovely."

Kate rolled her eyes, sliding from his desk, "You're lucky this office is soundproof, else everyone would know you're little secret."

Anthony rolled his eyes, kissing her quickly again. "Not luck, design."

She shook her head, turning away from him. "I'll see you at home."

Anthony caught her, spinning her back towards him, claiming her lips roughly again. "One more thing: As for your comments about infidelity, Mrs Bridgerton, I think we know I've no need for that."

Kate pushed against his shoulders, swinging the door open, "That's Sharma to you, Anthony." She cleared her throat again, talking more loudly this time, for the benefit of his office at large. "I look forward to besting you again. Bridgerton!"

"Oh, yes. I can't wait to go another round!"

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mgarmagedon · 1 year

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Nie wiem czy to u mnie jest problem ale nieraz nie mogę znaleźć u Ciebie postów i nie wiem czy to Tumblr może usuwać Ci je z blou np post Czerwonym tamponem tańczącym do kartonowej podobizny Strongarm nie można nigdzie znaleźć

Nie, nie To problem z Tumblerem, sam tak często mam np. Jak przeglądam stare posty Cirilees (btw kocham cały kontent tej osoby pls check out) i kiedy szukam tam np Optimusa to często jedyne co znajduje jedynie odrobinkę postów... Więc szczerze radzę wpisać ci w wyszukiwarkę Tumblera mój tag #tf rid15 human au i zwykle tak wszystko jest git :DD Wystarczy, że przeskrolujesz kilka postów innych ludzi i będzie raczej dobrze, ale zgłaszaj anon jak jeszcze będą jakieś problemy, spróbuje pomóc jak mogę :3

AND FOR THOSE WHO DOESN'T SPEAK POLISH If you have the same problem as a Anon, which is that they couldn't find my older posts. Just search my my tag #tf rid15 human au and after you scroll threw few post of other people, you should find my posts! :3 If there is any other problems please report it to me immediately, I'll help how much I possibly can! :D

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mistermixmania · 1 year

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LANNÉ & Marc Blou feat. x.o. anne rollen Club Banger “Dark Side Of The Moon” aus 📣 https://mister-mixmania.com/de/news/musik-news/lanne-marc-blou-feat-x-o-anne-rollen-club-banger-dark-side-of-the-moon-aus/ Tagged as LANNÉ, Marc Blou, x.o. anne Für ihre neue Single haben sich die Ausnahme-DJs und Produzenten LANNÉ und Marc Blou zusammengetan. Mit “Dark Side Of The Moon” zeigen LANNÉ wieder einmal, dass sie mit ihren aufbauenden ..... : #musiknews #musik #LANNÉ #MarcBlou #xoanne Foto Credits: Kontor Records / LANNE X Marc Blou

#Musik News #Musik News – MISTER MIXMANIA

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ra-tolkein · 1 year

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Vie 'n Sodat die lug helder is, Maru Hemel blou

Dit gee geen glans nie, Azania Maar hulle is onder water en hulle deug is in die modder; Kama Seretse Kama! Hy skree: «Vries dit op, want vir jou clango ek, la la la hasana Neem die wapen op en verhef daardie een: Mate Madi au sana Dat sy met moeite saamleef; Moeder Augusta Ma Ho Go Dimo En Capanèo en Crassus verslind haar, tot Nero Neo Roma Aglauro, Simon Magus, die Vals Grieks, dermwolkkussing En blinde Macometto, feniks gees van die woestyn Mohame eta 'profeet! Dit hou Jugurtha en Farao in pas - Fia divine love El liefde Dan draai jy jou na jou regverdige burgers, blameer ons land, prys tera 'U' Bid dat sy altyd sal verheerlik. Maa Ho Go Dimo Mee ' Geloftes vir vrede (cannabis)-argipel by Fortuna. Mussa goddelike daad Binnekort lig die sneeu winter Cristus Van 'n dik donker wolk stralekrans geseënde Deum Haar baarmoeder was bedek met aarde, tee Rasta En die donker lug Mosese Pia en tona Die pragtige aangesig van die hemel het verborge gehou; Osiris

Austro dianzi en Arabiese Phoenix-vlieër Moha ame ere Aga ba la la Met die suig Arabiese mond sy gaan dia Hulle het elke rots en elke rots gebrand, Azania Critus Rocca En die gewapende Orïone na die suide kruis kruistog bloed Madia Facea met suur sous Madibeng au na tenzone wave

Nou die warm son Amon Moses Dit maak die jaar mooier, Israel En die veld pryk met juwele en die heuwel Luna Mudimo tyd En vir die son en son Ra Vierkante het die rose en viooltjies gestrooi; Arabiese Abeba

Sodat die lug helder is, Maru Hemel blou van lag en gelukkig, Virgilio Maru A modimo.

Stappe deur: Rausule RB De Beer. “Poësie, volklore en gedigte. 'n Kort geskiedenis van die wêreld in die afgelope dertienduisend jaar. helliBoeke.

#afrikaans #dutch #azania #lucifer day to day #usa today #botswana

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gentrychild · 2 years

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it's funny to see that the kinda villain au (is that how we call it now?) seems to be dfo in your head, meanwhile my brain saw the idea and run with the non dfo version

like sure having afo be his dad would be fun,

but i think it would be even funnier if like he wasn't just this random kid that shows up that has no connection to villain live in any way that he can't get rid of because shigaraki likes him and thinks he is bringing up good points (which he is damn it) which makes finding an excuse why he would get rid of him (because he can't have shigaraki suddenly distrust or doubt him can he?)

and just afo being annoyed and trying to get rid of izuku in subtle ways or shit and it isn't working!! he almost dies coming to the bar? izuku just shrugs it of getting almost kidnapped? izuku laughs and mutters how it seems to be one of these days again

and afo jsut having a growing headache called izuku that won't go away

But... if AFO isn’t Izuku's dad... then it’s not DFO...

#does not compute #you're saying weird things Blou #bnha au

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fanfiction-artist-prototype · 2 years

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"Do I look like your Dad?" hehe funny title

@achairwithapandaonit

"Do I look like your Dad?"

Okay so, so so so! This is a BNHA crack idea where Midoriya Hisashi is a low level goon for All For One right? And he goes on 'business' trips a lot and whilst he isn't like... Garaki levels of top goon he's pretty high up; to the point people are sending assassin's after the Midoriya's to get to him.

And Inko, well she's aware to an extent, but she also adamantly refuses to leave the flat, to move homes and little ten year old Izuku decides enough is enough!

So, he calls the number his mother has listed as 'contact Hisashi' except... it's not Hisashi's personal number it was the number he gave Inko for a 'if I die and everything goes to shit phone this number and my boss will help you' type of situation. But Izuku doesn't know that.

He phones, he hears a gruff 'Hello? How did you get this number?' and just starts wailing on whoever is on the other end of the line. He assumes it's his Father because he was very small when he last saw him so he doesn't know what he sounds like but this is Hisashi's number so it MUST BE him.

Izuku starts demanding Hisashi convince his mother to move because they're being attacked a lot, there's apparently hits on them and it's only his mothers fine control of her quirk and the fact that Izuku is very fast and small with great lung capacity to scream for help that things haven't gone very very wrong. Of course... it's not Hisashi on the other line but a mildly amused All For One who's laughing inside because he had told Hisashi that people would go after him and the cocky goon had said it wouldn't happen and well, he's got the reality on the phone.

AFO tries to tell Izuku he isn't his Father, tries to clear up this misunderstanding because sure it's mildly amusing but he also doesn't want to hear a random child wailing on at him frequently, so he goes "I'm not your Father-"

And that just sends Izuku onto another spiral, and so AFO gets this ten year old screaming at him saying how he was asked of two things, 'child support and keeping his Mother safe' and yes he's quirkless but is Hisashi really such a cruel bastard that he'd let his wife be assassinated!?

(All For One is slightly more intrigued now)

Of course he still tries to correct the situation but Izuku just pulls the 'I know the phone is tapped by your boss and that it's recording the location and recordings of all the calls here so if Hisashi doesn't get his act in order Izuku was just going to go to the police.'

Well that isn't much of a threat but it's interesting, here's a ten year old trying to blackmail his Father who he knows is involved in business so dangerous that assassins are involved. He wants to know more.

So he just... takes over Hisashi's place. He never goes in person but he sorts out the assassins, never lets Hisashi know about them and just starts phoning more often, talking quirks and such, talking heroes and ending up being something of a father figure in Izuku's life.

Inko knows damn well it isn't her husband and that it's his eldritch being of a boss but he sends her presents on hers and Hisashi's anniversary (and she knows it's the not-hisashi since these gifts are thoughtful and not the 'oh shit i forgot' last minute box of chocolates her husband also sends her) so she isn't saying anything.

Over the years Izuku becomes convinced his Father is a super villain hence why he's never around and Tomura knows that Sensei has a 'brat', but he thinks Izuku is his biological son and only knows his voice not his face.

Shigaraki has this whole one-sided rivalry in his head with Izuku for Sensei's attention and he discovers Izuku goes to UA and attacks 1-A behind AFO's back because HE was with Sensei before Izuku was even conceived he is not losing to a little snot nosed brat who is like a mini All Might!

The rest of the plot stays the same, but Shigaraki is just extra edgy because Izuku isn't just his 'All Might' in the dynamic he's like his 'step brother' and he wasn't quite ready for one. The Kamino wall incident (where AFO didn't destroy the wall the kids were hiding behind) is because he tagged Izuku as soon as he got the quirk and he's desperately hoping that Izuku doesn't try and kill him since this might be the one OFA user he doesn't want to kill but he's already Izuku's father figure he will pull out the so-called 'dad' voice he made to admonish the boy over the years if he gets in the way.

link to wip list

#Do I look like your dad?#proto au #bnha au #panda!#trash gremlin leader #blou!#send me a wip and I'll tell you something about it!

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bloustorm · 1 year

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10 first lines fanfiction game

Rules: share the first line of the last ten fics you wrote and tag some people :)

So I got tagged a while ago by @cryptid-crawly, most of these titles are still a work in progress as well

Authors of Gotham: (in a screenshot because of the code) (inspired by this tumblr post)

Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss, The way to Brotherhood

"Okay, so for this to work, we need to make a few things clear. First of all, for the love of god, don't call him Mr. Wayne. If you do that, the gig is up faster than I can swear."

And when the darkness comes, you shall call my name

Hood grinned under the helmet, breaking into the tower had been a fun challenge, he had debated about if he wanted to test out his old codes but in the end decided against it. He still didn’t know how he wanted the reveal to go exactly so it was better to not give the old man too many hints and give up the game too early.

Courtmaster (more on tumblr here)

Red Robin flickered on his night vision the moment he entered his apartment, he couldn’t quite say what felt wrong, nothing had tripped his alarms or disturbed his otherwise carefully cultivated mess, he just knew that someone or something was in here.

Oh my Talon (more on tumblr here, here, here, here and here)

Tim wasn’t surprised in any way when he walked out of his bedroom all bleary-eyed and saw a Talon sitting on his sofa. In fact, he didn’t even register anything wrong with the picture until after he took his first sip of morning tea. Processing what his eyes were telling him and drawing the right conclusion, there was someone in his living room, there was a Talon sitting in his living room (a Talon that looked way too small to be an adult and thus was likely a child) took embarrassingly a few full seconds. (He would later say it was because the Talon didn’t register as a threat.)

I'm running out of fanfiction (or well recently written ones)

Cat!Tim and Damian (tumblr post here)

Damian frowned down at the cat. The cat who was Drake merely blinked up at him with his huge blue eyes.

Small acts of kindness can go a long way

It started like most good things do, with a thoughtless act of good will. Something that over time spiraled into something much greater than anyone could have anticipated.

Red Robins magical adventure as a hoarding Dragon

Red Robin cursed himself for his carelessness, he knew that he shouldn’t underestimate these guys, as stupid as they seemed to be, they still had noticed Batman, when he had tried to bust them at first, and managed to hit the already injured Bat enough that he had to recover at home.

I will stop here because everything else is literally several months old or on some scrap of paper somewhere

I'm going to tag uh (i really need to make a list of people I can tag and who write so if anyone sees this you can tell me)

actually

IF YOU READ THIS write 3 sentences on you rcurrent wip YOU ARE TAGGED IN THE GAME

#blou writes #tag game #batman #oh my talon #courtmaster au #tim drake #damian wayne #jason todd

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arbitrarycategories · 2 years

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semi serious like spilling a drink and having to change clothes? possible get a pullover from the other? idk where you are in the story sry

oh my GOD Himiko is about to annoy Katsuki SO BAD

#bnha #ruby and emerald au #thanks blou!#blou chaos child #the story is like. idk it is vibing. I gotta cover 10 months in one chapter #no romance yet! between bkdk I mean #but PLENTY of shenanigans #they are in fact 14 #wait actually???#hold on I think izuku is still 13 when he met AM in canon #which means he is still 13 for a bit in this chapter #look im not great at keeping track so I found a graphic online #arbitrary answers

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Trying to finish the challenge on the last day?

Vlad has a dog in Canon right?

What if his parents get him a cat as a kid and that has enourmus consequences for the time line

Such as: he and aizawa get along very well

The reserve with aizawa? A dog helps him as a kid and boom

Okay second idea:

Shinichi and Kaito switch +bnha

Shinichi discovers the old Kid files of his dad and takes a deep dive into it, Kaito learns from his mom about the friend toichi used to have who writes *scoff* about detectives. He can't really understand why and does some research, comes to the critic solution but also, that being a critic himself might actually help him because he is looking at his tricks from a more logically point.

Uhm...

He isn't really a murder solving Detective but he does get confronted with it.

Shinichi meanwhile tries to figure out the misters to KID and why he vanished and noticed when there is talking about the new "KID" so of course he checks it out. Maybe because Kaito doesn't confront he is like there when the dudes confront jii-san and hears and helps him?

Kaito is on a date with aoko when he noticed the suspicious dudes. Because if his career as a magician the case is solved easily (it always it the murder and Motiv are the harder part for him but usually he quickly figures out who becuas he can read people well)

Uhm.. He ets turned into a little kid? But let's say aoko actually follows and finds him, and she understands. She tells her dad and they all keep it a secret because... I don't want to give them another secret

Uh the mom prob helps set up a fake identity?

I would say Kaito wasn't such a well known Detective so the dudes didn't recognize him really

How to bnha this now (optional}

Simply

Akako

Okay wait first Kaito and shinichi meeting

Kaito actually does find his dad secret hideout befirbeir after tiny? He confronts his mom and she explains, tells him to talk to jii-san too who she assumes is doing the heists, jii his hesitant but explains.

Jii doesn't tell shinichi he told Kaito because he assumes Kaito would talk to him, he isn't flwrong hut he forgot Kaito drama streak

Kaito appears at a heist were shinichi is having fun, mentally critiques many tricks and at the end meets him but like "I heard so much about you shinichi kudo" bam haha

Okay this is actually good idea but at the same time I don't wanna write it

So akao is furious Kaito doesn't fall for her and comes to the conclusion he is kid. Maybe it is at the same heist that she appears. She used a spell that would tempt (is there a better word? Not seduce) both of kaitos identities... But well it isn't one person that are two with 4 identities... Wait fuck Kaito is baby hmm maybe he doesn't deage at all? But has to switch identity? Hmm interesting idea too. Anyway

Maybe akako thinks Kaito is kinda magical and can switch between teen form and other and is also angry so she uses such a spell? Hmm

Anyway spell backfires and creates a rift? And they fall through? Into bnha

So both are unhappy shinichi is slightly panick because identity and Kaito doesn't clear up, they both land in a deserted alley and when going out are confronted by... Lots of colors and unusual things.

They mutual agree to hide together because wtf, and slowly pirce together they are in a dif universe. Shinichi wants to go to ua because Ressource and also scouting it from inside and the system and stuff and Kaito agrees but says shinichi is too bad and Kaito should do it but Kaito is baby so that doesn't work, thus crash course in magic?

I think everyone is aware at this point that I'm tired

Shinichi is in ua and oh no it's 1a, so he is scouting things trying to puzzle out how to get back, Kaito is suffering kids school it's boring, he tends to sneak out if he can, and go to the library or scout the city. He also is the one that does the most history research after the crash curse for the exam because he has more time... Kaito thinks shinichi should still do heist so he doesn't get rusty, shinichi calls him insane, he does kinda small stuff tho. People are confused about his returning but we'll he has to build a character jow, before he could ride on the old one. Though hero and police with quirks are harder but also easier.

I want to make Kaito befriend the loc somehow... Hmm pre lov he makes friends with toga? Because she can change and like he says he could do it too hut kow he is stuck as a kid and he has to wait. He jokingly tells her not to copy kids because she might get stuck too and she takes him serious. (would she be even able to become smaller than she is? But hmmm idk of ocha is smaller or not) this is before her breakdown I guess? Or maybe after but kaito doesn't really know? Hmm how to continue this...

Smth smth plot idk

Kaito getting dragged into the lov? Idk would be funny just kaiot bonding with compress annoying Sabi and shiggy teaming up with fabi to annoy shiggy playing games with shiggy and spinner being friends with spinner and toga having fun with twice.....

Someday they find a gem that looks like the one akako used and they can use that to return it is all very heartbreaking as they say goodbye to all their friends and stuff, when they return thex learn they were gone for like idk a 2 weeks? Because time moves faster in bnha for them to be that fat ahead. Anyway maybe Kaito found a way to be a teen in bnha and now he is back to usual, he and shinichi team up to take both ogs down so yay

Shinichi is now way better at being Kid and to create allibies (even if they don't need) they switch the role sometimes (kaito has to hold himself back so much hut shinichi also has to be a it more outgoing jow) so happy ending overall yay

Yeah good night we'll day for you then... Bye im gonna sleep

Blou I love you but this ask is so long it is so funny to me. Having to literally scroll down my ask box.

Putting it under read more to not make it too long.

The first part is fun, though I feel like they'd still fight for the stupidest reason, but have secret alliance meeting where they feed the cats behind the school and refuses to mention it at any other time. Secret truce. Only aggreeing for the sake of the cats.

Second part! Where all the fun is! I love reluctant detective Kaito. He's not so much a detective as he simply keep stumbling into it. I was like wait that sounds familiar and it reminded me of the accidental kidswap au. Which Im pretty sure I don't have a tag for, but basically Kaito and Shinichi got swapped at birth, but Genetics(tm) mean Kaito still wants to be a magician, Shinichi still wants to be a detective.

Then Kaito stumble upon the Black Organisation, and Shinichi finds out his dad was murdered.

I like the MHA twist especially with Shinichi trying to preserve his identity by disguising himself as teen!Kaito, while de-aged Kaito keep calling him out on his disguises skills (also just the idea of Shinichi hiding by disguising himself as Kaito is so funny to me I don't even know why). I feel like Kaito can totally lie and say his quirk make him looks like a 6yo, unless he wanna hide the fact he's a teenager to Shinichi. Which is just unecessarily convoluted but so funny, because Shinichi has his own doubts about it. They're both hiding their secret identity and having their own suspicions about the other and it ends up a game of does he know that i know that he knows that i know.

Kaito befriending the LoV! Could be so much fun if done well! Though I feel like if it's after they've turned to murder he really wouldn't approve? It's be a fight between murder bad and society made them like this (which is, huge MHA plot point) and would be very interesting in term of Character Development for Kaito as well tbh.

The way I could see it would be:

- Shinichi liked mysteries. Love them. But at some point he realised he loved creating mysteries even more, but not in the way his father does by writing book. And then, he stumble upon the First KID (so when Shinichi is still young, like 7) and realises that, yes, this is what he wants. Yukiko teaches him acting and disguises here, Yusaku teaches him how to create mysteries, and Shinichi teach himself how to magic.

- Kaito loved seeing his dad tricks, and loved even more finding how they worked. He knows how to replicate them from slowly unraveling how they work. Sometimes Nakamori tells him about cases at work that stumps even the more hard-working officer, and Kaito loves trying to solve them as if they were puzzles. He somehow build himself a reputation as a teen detective.

- When Shinichi hears KID is coming back, of course he goes to see it! And it doesnt take him long to realise, this is not KID. This is what leads to him finding out the truth, and later taking the mantle of KID.

- At Tropical Land, it didn't take long for Kaito to understand how that person died on the rollercoaster. Gin & Vodka finding an opportunity to "take him out" was only pure luck.

- Shinichi hides it from Ran and everyone else, like canon. But Ran has her own suspicions, and Shinichi can never agree with Sonoko for why KID is great.

- Kaito tried to hide his new state at first. Except the lack of support system means that Aoko and Nakamori finds out very quickly. (He called his mom first, who asked Nakamori to "look after her nephew", except Kaito wasn't aware of the cover story and Nakamori hasn't chased after KID for so long to not realise when something is afoot.)

- Shenanigans. At some point Nakamori has to drag Kaito to a KID heist.

(At this point, Kaito still doesn't know his dad used to be Kaitou KID. Shinichi also doesn't know the first KID used to have a son.)

Around this point (they're familiar with each other, but don't know each other's secret) Akako does Magic Fuckery and they end up in MHA world I guess?

- Shinichi disguises as "someone who could be Kaito's relative", not realising he looks exactly like Kaito teenage form. He pretends they're brother, and Kaito hates it.

- Whatever lead they got leads them to UA? Everything happens there. Shinichi somehow manages to become a Gen Ed Student, Kaito is too young (because Shinichi didn't let him pretend to be a high schooler, no matter how mature he is).

- Kaito "runs away", and ends up being the LoV's problem I guess.

I'm honestly not sure how I'd build up their adventure in MHA-verse tbh but there sure is a lot of shenanigans and heart to heart talks.

#cro answers #blou babe #this is so long i might have missed some points #really like the idea though #i think this can go into #cro creates more au to no ones surprise

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