More Pulp Covers ?!? :)

Hey! 😊 Is it okay for you if I link your drawing at AO3 under the chapter? I imagined the dress to be EXACTLY like that. It's perfect! 😍🤍

I’d love too! ❤️🥺

I’ll finish it and tag you - then you’re free to add it to your amazing fic! 🥰✨

He’s definitely a good boy 😂❤️

Interrupting the queue to upload some Travis. I love he.

Is he a good boi or not a good boi for y'all?

Snacks 🍫

It was twenty minutes until the store closed when a slightly high Laura dragged Travis in to get snacks.

As soon as Travis switched off the engine to his truck, Laura was jumping out the side and into the small grocery store. He had practically chased after her, even when stoned she was quick to lose.

She’d already grabbed a hand basket and was stalking the bakery section of mostly picked over baked goods when he caught up to her.

“Strawberry or apple?” Is all she says once she feels Travis behind her, the basket in the crook of her elbow as she closely inspects some streudals, the plastic package crinkling in her hands.

“Which do you like more?” He grazes the table, looking at the other pastries before flicking back up to the blonde.

“I’m asking youuu,” she pouts, setting the package back down on the table. “I’m not the only one going to be eating them.”

“…strawberry,” he says quietly, looking away and over to another table that held muffins. He hears her mutter something, followed by the loud crinkle of the container as it was put in her basket.

“Trav,” she’s suddenly right beside him and her hand is on his arm, making him flinch slightly. She smirks as she pulls him along, “C’mon.”

He follows willingly, watching her put item after item in her basket until it was overflowing and he was carrying some of it.

The last aisle they went to before going back up front to check out was frozen. He watched as Laura paced up and down the ice cream section, she’d set down her basket and he’d picked it up, juggling everything until he had a good grasp of everything.

She was.. adorable. Stopping in front of each door and looking at all the flavors, the tip of her tongue sticking out as she tried to make a decision. Just as he was about to say something, she smiled hugely and swung open a door and pulled out a container and happily made her way over to him.

“Traaaav, they have Blue Moon!” She shoved the container in his face like he didn’t see her with it, basically dancing with excitement just seconds ago. “I haven’t had Blue Moon in… in a blue moon,” she laughed, the sound twinkling and making his heart flutter.

“Give it here,” he extends his free hand, “I’ll add it to your more than overflowing basket.”

“I can carry it,” she holds it to her chest, even though the cold makes her shiver, “You’re already carrying so much..”

“I’m not the one that put the whole junk food aisle in this teensy little basket,” He shoots a little too hotly but he sees the sudden change in her face and he backpedals quickly, “I didn’t-“

“Nope,” her mood had instantly soured and she turned toward the checklane, “C’mon, we’re done. Gotta go pay for all my junk food.”

He narrows his eyes at the back of her head as he follows her. He catches a whiff of her as she rushes away from him, she’d just finished smoking at her apartment right before he picked her up. He didn’t hate the smell.. it just reminded him of his teen years.

Weed wasn’t his thing, he’d tried it a few times in his youth, but smoking was more of a thing Chris was into. He didn’t judge, everyone had their ways to relax and deal with all the horrors of life. He just chose the one that kills your liver more than anything.

They enter a self checkout terminal and she begins scanning everything, not even sparing him a glance.

She reaches back for the last item, a small roll of salted peanuts, but instead Travis pulls the basket away.

“Laura-“ he starts but she just gives him a glare, making him open and shut his mouth.

An announcement that the store is closing in five minutes goes over the intercom.

He meets her eye and scans the peanuts before placing it in a plastic bag. He practically pushes her out of the way, crowding the machine with his body, bringing his wallet out and inserting his card before she can even protest it.

“Travis, I was going to-“

“No, save it,” he follows the actions on the screen and pockets his wallet. He starts grabbing all the bags in one hand, “C’mon, let’s get out of here before they kick us out.”

She nods, following behind him.

They don’t speak until they’re both settled in the truck, groceries tucked away behind them.

Travis speaks first, “I didn’t mean to upset you.” He glances at her, the soft light of the moon hitting his face, “I wasn’t.. ugh,” he groans, trying to figure out what to say.

He, however, is taken back by Laura leaning into his space and pressing her lips softly against his cheek. “…I didn’t mean to get short with you.”

His lip quirks up, and he swears he sees a twinkle in her eyes, “Don’t think you’ll get a growth spurt anytime soon.”

“Ha. Ha. Ha,” she says sarcastically, “Thanks, though, for paying for it all. You didn’t have to.”

“It’s no problem,” he starts the engine and looks over at her again. “I am sorry, y’know? I’ve just.. been stressed from work and well, trying to figure out what to do with the camp. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

She looks back at him softly, giving him a small smile and nodding.

Travis wets his lip and looks ahead, putting the truck into gear and maneuvering out of the parking lot and out onto the road.

They weren’t too far away from his cabin, but they still caught the red light right before they were out of town. The low rumble of 80s music on the radio, Travis’ hands tapping along to the rhythm.

“Trav?” Laura’s voice is quiet, almost shy.

He hums, turning his attention back to her, only to find her closer than anticipated. He almost jerks back, but her hands are on him in seconds and drawing him closer as she brings their mouths together.

He stills, eyes wide and face bright red, as she gently pulls away. Her hands shake slightly as she lets him go. “I’m.. I’m sorry, I should’ve- I know you don’t like it-“

“It’s okay,” She inhales as Travis gently takes a hold of her chin, and cupping her cheek as he brings her back. Slotting their lips back together softly for a moment before he backs off some and kisses her temple.”I don’t mind, if it’s you.”

A small smile formed on her lips as she took Travis’ hand and intertwined their fingers on her lap. She trailed her free hand softly over the scar tissue on his forearm as they pulled into his driveway.

They park and Travis leans in to kiss her cheek again before taking his arm back and reaching behind to grab their multiple bags of treats.

Laura happily gets out and begins her run to the door, flipping around with her hands out as she waits for Travis to toss his keys to her. “Traaaav!”

He just rolls his eyes with a smile and throws them, watching her almost fumble as she stretches up to get them. She does a happily little dance as she opens the front door, holding the storm door open for him to pass through. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“No problem, sir,” she grins, stepping behind him and playfully slapping his ass as they make it to what is essentially a nest in the living room.

Travis had pulled out all the blankets he owned and put them on the couch before going out, all because he knew Laura was coming over and she really liked to huddle up under the plush fabric….. and he wouldn’t admit it, but he was really looking forward to some cuddling.

He sat the bags on the coffee table, sitting down on the edge of the couch as he rifled through all the bags and sets them on the table one by one.

Laura falls into the couch beside him, scooting into his space and gently pressing into him. “What d’ya wanna watch tonight?”

He shrugs, snapping the package of strawberry strudel bites open and putting one between his lips before taking another and almost giving Laura it, but is stopped by her mouth on his, trying to steal it directly from him. He bites down, snapping it in half to chew and swallow it.

He snorts at her glee little face and plops the pastry still in his hand into her mouth. “Greedy.”

“Mmmmmaybe,” she gathers up one of the blankets, a deep navy plush one that was usually on Travis’ bed, and puts it over both of their shoulders and then leans back. “Maybe I just want you to feed me.”

“Bake off?” He gestures to the TV, adjusting himself to lay back as well, taking a hold of the remote.

“Yessss,” she leans over him, grabbing some chocolate. She grins when she feels Travis’ large hand slide down her back and then squeeze her ass lightly.

“Definitely not a soggy bottom,” he murmurs, which makes her squirm against his hand as she laughs.

Soon enough, they’re both melted into the couch watching the various delicate, interesting pastries on screen. Despite Laura insinuating that Travis feed her, she had been feeding him throughout their binging of the latest season of The Great British Bake Off.

“You’re going to put me into a sugar coma,” he huffed, kissing her fingers as she pressed another piece of milk chocolate into his mouth.

“Maybe then you’ll be sweet to me,” her lip quirked up, popping some chocolate into her mouth.

Travis snorts and yanks her up and onto his lap, pulling her into a deep kiss. The tang of the chocolate on both of their tongues as they slot together with almost simultaneous moans. His hands roam over the expanse of her hips and thighs before scooping her ass and caressing her.

She ends up giggling as she draws back, nuzzling into his throat and placing small kisses amongst the column of his neck. “Your face is scratchy.”

“Mm, sorry,” he palms his own face, feeling the slight stubble, “Forgot to shave this morning.”

She smiles and places her hands on both sides of his face, her thumbs grazing along the slight hair. “I kinda like it, but I like you any way that you are.”

He turns and kisses one of her palms, “Well.”

A kiss on her other palm, “I.”

He leans his forehead against hers, “Love.”

A chaste press of his lips to hers, “You.”

She gleefully hugs him and pushes him back into the couch as she plants kisses all over his face. “I love you, too, Trav.”

He returns her hug by wrapping his arms around her and just holding her there. Content and warm, surrounded by her and the hoard of blankets and sweets.

prompt suggested by the lovely @fortheloveofwii 💕✨

saw this gifset and thought he would be good practise

I finally finished this piece! Some cuddles for a grumpy sheriff. ✨🌚

Hello! First post (of art 😅) This is my OC for HoA. Meet Sam Kolchek, Niece of first Lieutenant Jason Kolchek.

She’s a marine just like her uncle and his the daughter of his second oldest sister Cassie Kolchek. She has a twin brother named Sean and at the beginning of the mission back in Iraq her age is 21. She’s a fully trained sniper and send to help out with the mission.

Emmrich and Salem having some time together in the professor‘s room.🤭

Okay, now I'm super curious about your OC Sam, her relationship with her uncle, and her parents! Care to tell a bit about what you thought up about her? :D

I would love too! 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

So Sam is the daughter of Cassie Kolchek, who is married to Daniel Kolchek. She’s the second oldest next to her 4 other siblings.

The siblings are:

Isabella Kolchek (oldest, married and has a son)

Cassie Kolchek (second oldest, married and has twins)

Jason Kolchek (middle child, not married, no children)

Clarissa Kolchek (second youngest not married, no children)

Abigail Kolchek (youngest not married, no children)

Daniel is a lawyer working in the same hospital as his wife who is a doctor there. She always wanted a better life for herself and her family due to their abusive father. She practically raised her siblings together with Isabella and later Jason when he got older. When she found out that she was getting twins, she offered Jason to come with her and be there for his niece and nephew. He agreed.

Daniel comes from Italy, hence why her redneck father wasn’t really happy about the wedding. Both love their children dearly. Sam and Sean. Sam is the older one being born 10min earlier then her brother. Jason loves his niece and nephew but always had his focus more on her due to her shyness. He helped her getting into sports and that’s why she started doing lifts and more strength related trainings.

She’s socially awkward, which is easily seen on how she handles other people while her brother is a social butterfly. Sam didn’t know what to do after Jason left for the marines and decided that she would try to become one herself when she became 17. she did do the training, wanting to become a sniper. She and 3 other woman joined the training and she got in with her 18. birthday on the 25.10.2001. after completing her training with the best results she got enlisted to an mission to keep a ghost team safe from high above, oblivious that one of the ghost was Eric Kings younger sister, Enya Elizabeth King, who would later become her best friend. She managed to safe Enya from an enemy soldiers with an once-in-a-lifetime-shot, which earned her the Titel "Highsight Hero".

It was Enya who proposed Miller to take her for the mission in Iraq. She didn’t know her uncle would be there, but she was more then happy to see him just as he was excited to have her officially in his team, Mailman 2-1.

Her callsign is Pathfinder.

She’s 1,80m and 20 years old when going to Iraq. Her blood type is AB+, she had honeybrown eyes and light skin littered in freckles and moles.

Little fact: when she blushs it reaches to her shoulders. Her hair is a coppery brown tone and wavy.

Hope you enjoy this little inside 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

I LIVE!

@theprincesswithoutvoice asked for someone getting asked on a first date, and bc I can’t help myself it’s a little comic now ;w;

This is part one! And I’m working on part 2 >:3c

oh before i forget @hackearneyarchive

Maybe A-3 for Laura or A-2 for Dylan???

Laura was already chosen by a former Ask so it’s A2 for Dylan ✨🌚