#‘they’re the love of my life’ you saw them from across a bar and made eye contact once??

[axelsagewrites]

Jamie Tartt*Famous

Pairing: Jamie x reader

Word count: 1841

Warnings: mentions of football related hate but nothing graphic, angst/breakup but everything’s happy by the end

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Dating a famous footballer was not exactly something you’d ever planned on. You were never into football especially when you saw what it could cause. You remember being five years old crawled up crying as your relatives gathered round the television shouting and swearing because their team missed the penalty. Then you got older and found out the even worse things some men did because of a missed kick.

But somehow you ended up dating ‘the’ Jamie Tartt. Though you didn’t even know who he was when you met him. He was just a boy, and you were just a girl both sitting alone in a bar. Jamie had been nursing a pint for an hour when you came in and his jaw about dropped. However, he’d sworn to himself when ted told him last night, he could come back to Richmond he’d fix his act so he didn’t pounce like he usually would.

“Can I get a vodka lemonade please?” He heard you from across the bar and he could practically hear the sweetness in your voice.

The bar however gradually got busier and when Jamie returned from the bathroom, he realised there was only one seat left and it was next to you. “d’you mind if I sit? Just someone stole my seat,” he asked, suddenly realising how nervous he was for no reason.

You turned around and smiled at him before nodding to the seat, “Yeah sure. It’s pretty busy,”

“Tell me about it. Hate crowds sometimes. Make my head feel all fuzzy,” he smiled at the way you giggled not even caring if you were laughing at him. “Watcha want?” He asked after ordering his own drink and you hesitated for a moment, “Cmon, no strings or nothing. Just a drink. Vodka lemonade maybe?”

You laughed lightly and nodded, turning to the lady, “Yeah one of them please,” you turned back to Jamie as she worked on your drinks. “Its nice to meet you…” you said, words trailing off till Jamie finally realised you were asking his name.

“Jamie,” he said, sticking his hand out for what turned into a half awkward half laughy handshake that then turned into you both chatting till last call and Jamie walking you home.

-

Somehow his job hadn’t came up. It was partially because you had made a joke about hating football on your second date but also because Jamie was enjoying the normalcy of it all. Even if it meant when he spotted a paparazzi, he would very suddenly drag you away to a random shop or restaurant, putting up his hoodie to ruin their shot.

However eventually he had to tell you. He hadn’t put his hood up quick enough and their plastered on a magazine was Jamie holding your hand walking through London. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked, staring at yourself on the magazine in shock.

“You never asked?” He offered with a sorry smile, “I wanted to love but I just,” he sighed, “I didn’t want you to judge me or that. Cause I really like you,” he reached out to take your hand as you both sat on your couch.

You gave him a small smile, stroking your thumb over his hand, “So is this something that happens all the time? Pap’s following us around? Do people come up to you in the street and stuff?”

“Sometimes,” he shrugged since to Jamie this was just life, but he didn’t know at this point what was normal, “I mean like they’re pretty easy to ignore most the time,”

“Its just weird. I mean I’m on a magazine,” you said, eyes wide as you gestured to the glossy paper, “I never thought I’d end up being just some WAG,”

Jamie scoffed, “Babe you’re way more than a WAG,” he said as he put an arm around your shoulder, “You’re my girl. That is if you’ll still have me?”

“Of course, I will Jamie. It’ll just take me some time to get used to,”

-

However now the press knew you existed the paparazzi weren’t exactly easy to ignore. It was one thing being followed around with Jamie but one of them was waiting outside your work last week asking if you were another fling or if the pregnancy rumours were true. His comments sent you into a complete spiral with Jamie coming over to try comfort you.

 “He was just rude Jamie,” you sniffled into his chest.

“I know baby,” he tried to comfort you as he stroked your back, “It’ll be okay. You get used to it really and they’re not all that bad. Promise,” he said as he kissed the top of your head.

“I just wish,” you sighed, “that you’d told me in the first place,”

“What difference would it have made?” Jamie asked however your lack of response made him worry as he pulled back to look at your face, “Would you have said no? When I asked you to be my girlfriend. Would you have said no if you knew?”

You opened your mouth to speak but you struggled to get the words out. “I don’t know,” you managed to choke out, “I just don’t know if I can deal with this. I’m not good with attention let alone paparazzi following me. I never asked for any of this Jamie,” you began to ramble. “I like you I really do. But it’s a lot, okay?”

Jamie sighed however he almost cried when you pulled yourself out of his arms, “I like you too, but football is my job. It’s my life,”

“And I would never want you to give that up,” you said instantly, reaching for his hand, “Maybe we should just take a break? That way I can I don’t ease into it? Or like I don’t know just wrap my head around it,”

Jamie felt himself freeze in his seat. He nodded slowly before standing up, “Okay if that’s what you need,”

“I’m sorry Jamie. I really am,” you said, standing to follow him as he headed for the doors.

Jamie nodded once more as he reached for the handle, “Its not your fault. I should’ve told ya,”

“Jamie,” you said but he’d already opened the door. “We aren’t over its just…”

“Just a break,” he said, nodding his confirmation before walking out the door but you felt your heart shatter as the door shut.

-

Even though the paparazzi had stopped, and two weeks had gone by you still felt absolutely awful. You hadn’t seen Jamie in real life but suddenly you were seeing him on the news and his name on the back of kid’s jerseys. You began to wonder if it was for the best but every reminder of him stung.

Neither one of you had texted the other. You’d not heard from him at all since you left. Until yesterday when you got an email confirmation from Richmond fc with a ticket reserve confirmation in the buyer’s box under the name Tartt. The game was tomorrow, and you spent the whole day and yesterday debating if you would go. Eventually you decided not to.

-

However today when you woke up the first thing you saw was an article about the match going on today. Richmond was playing some team you’d never heard of but then again you only knew who Richmond were because you lived a 15-minute walk away from the stadium. The game was supposed to start at twelve.  As your eyes fell to the clock that read 10:48 you finally made up your mind.

You’ve never gotten ready so quick in your life and you were practically running out your flat at 11:35 and half sprinting to Richmond. However, you had no idea how to collect the tickets and the ticket man at the counter looked like he wanted to be anywhere else, so you just bought a seat instead.

You were ushered inside alongside hundreds of rowdy football fans decked out in Richmond gear. You did your best to find your seat and thanked the gods when you saw it was at the end of the aisle. It was three rows up from the front and you quickly realised right next to the thing the footballers came out of.

You felt your smile almost split your face when you watched Jamie walk out of the tunnel in his uniform, but he didn’t see you. As they turned to wave to the crowds the whole crowd jumped up so there was no chance, he heard you screaming his name alongside everyone else.

As the game started you actually found yourself enjoying it as you screamed and cheered alongside the football fans as Jamie scored another goal. It was 2-2 thanks to Jamie and you’d never felt prouder. “Cmon Jamie!” You screamed but you weren’t even the loudest as he ran down the pitch with the ball.

He passed to another player. Him to another. Back to Jamie. Now to someone up the field and then, “GOAL!” The crowd began to cheer and a few seconds later the final whistle rung. Everyone began to jump up and down and you quickly joined them as you jumped up clapping as you did so. The team were all smiles, well apart from a really big hairy guy, as they headed for the tunnel. Jamie however wasn’t smiling as he wore a look of concern.

Your eyes however were locked on Jamie. He however was looking up at the buyer’s box waiting to see you. However, it wasn’t until his eyes fell, thinking you were officially over when he saw you. His smile suddenly appeared, beaming brightly as he stopped in his tracks.

“Woo!” You cheered, clapping even harder. You could never quite predict Jamie. No one could. Not even Jamie thought he was going to do what he was about to do.

He ran for the stands, throwing himself up and climbing over the wall. The crowd was going mental, but your cheers stopped but the smile on your face didn’t as he ran up the stairs, ignoring the fans trying to pat him on the back.

“Hey,” he breathed out with a wide grin.

“Hi,” you giggled right back at him as you stepped forward. You could hear his team yelling at him and a ref coming but neither of you cared as his arm wrapped around your back and his head began to dip.

God you’d missed these lips. Your hand went to the back of his neck as the crowd whooped and hollered. Jamie pulled back as a ref rang a sharp whistle in his ear. “Call me yeah?” He said just before the hairy guy from his team pulled him halfway down the stairs.

“Yeah sure,” You laughed as he was forced back down the stairs and out the tunnel, somehow only receiving a yellow card. It may not be how you planned it, but you were certainly never gonna let Jamie go again. Youd already made that mistake once.

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People reacted really well to radioapple, so here’s another few short short drabbles of those two with some huskerdust sprinkled in because they’re so good it hurts my heart- I really appreciate the likes and reblogs 😭 I wanted to just have some slice of life style interactions because I love the idea of them being besties at least end game (every spicy scorpio needs their charismatic libra bestie - idc what their signs actually are this is my headcannon and I will not be swayed).

Working on a few long form works with actual plot lmao - I want to get a few chapters in before I post because I don’t like the idea of not posting weekly updates to long form. I’m having so much fun, ya’ll. I really needed a creative outlet 😭 I missed writing so much.

—

-Alastor discovers romance novels-

Angel Dust was draped across one of the sofas in the hotel lobby with a book open in his top set of hands while petting a sleeping Fat Nuggets with his bottom set, the pink pig curled up at his abdomen.

The lanky man’s fingers were quick to turn the pages as his eyes scanned the pages, his tongue sticking out slightly from concentration.

(Husk was watching thoughtlessly, a wistful smile on his face as he rested his cheek in one paw while the other wiped in lazy circles around the bar counter, but he would never admit the lopsided smile was for the spider if he even realized he was doing it at any point.)

“Why, Angel, I had no idea you were literate.”

Alastor’s static voice broke Angel Dust out of his trance - he jumped higher than intended, scaring Fat Nuggets who ran to the bar for shelter (Husk panicked at the voice, but his demeanor went back to his usual disinterested face after Fat Nuggets dove for his feet). Angel Dust’s face had a soft pink tint, “Are ya kiddin? I can read. I’m dumb but I ain’t stupid.”

Alastor tutted, “That makes no sense, dear.” Angel opened his mouth to retort but Alastor cocked his head to the side at an unsettling angle as he interrupted the attempt making Angel bite his tongue instead, “What are we indulging in? Hemingway, perhaps? Maybe some James Joyce?”

“Who?” Angel Dust didn’t miss a beat, smiling slightly when he saw Alastor’s eye twitch, “I don’t read that old timey shit - this is…” he paused before telling him the author, a grin spreading devilishly across his face, “This is one of ta best novels to come out in years according to the reviews.” He motioned to the pile spread out beside him, “If you like ta read you’re more than welcome ta borrow one.”

Alastor made a noise in consideration before picking up one of the books with two of his fingers like he was afraid to get bitten, “I would hate to discourage you picking up good habits, and I do miss a harrowing tale.”

Angel Dust crossed his long legs, “Oh, they’re harrowing alright.”

Alastor raised an eye brow in suspicion, but moved to hold the book regularly, “Well, then, don’t mind if I do indulge in some entertainment. Thank you, Angel Dust.”

Alastor disappeared into his shadows and Angel Dust grinned at Husk, “Wanna bet on reactions when he gets to the steamy parts?”

Husk’s mouth quirked in another half smile as he sighed out a laugh, “I do love to gamble.”

A few hours later, Angel Dusk had moved to the bar and was laughing at one of Husk’s stories from when he was alive before he received a sharp thump to the back of his head as Alastor appeared and had slapped the spider demon with the borrowed book. Angel growled, rubbing the place of impact, “What the fuck-“

“You just tricked me into reading some very inappropriate content.” Alastor mused, laying the book on the bar top, “Never do that again if you know what���s good for you.”

Angel huffed, handing Husker a crisp twenty as Alastor turned on his foot to leave, “Whateva, you probably liked it.”

“Ha Ha Ha - no.”

Angel Dust stuck his tongue out at Husk who was grinning from his win, but they both turned just in time to see Alastor pick up another book from the pile before disappearing again.

The spider looked back at Husk, eyebrows raised, “Wait, gimme the $20 back - I told you aces usually love smut if it’s a book, watching and reading are different than doin and I FUCKIN WON.”

Husk growled lowly, handing him the bill back before fishing another twenty from his tip jar and handing it over, “Fuck, I hate when you’re right.”

Angel Dust laughed evilly and made an effort to just leave his novels around the hotel to see if any would get picked up - and they usually did.

—

-Lucifer tries to lead one of Charlie’s lessons-

Lucifer looked over the hotel patrons one by one before taking in a deep breath and letting it out, “Today we are going to talk about and learn about unconscious bias and random acts of kindness.”

He tried not to linger on Alastor’s form for longer than needed because that fucking smile made his blood boil and he had promised Charlie that he would take this seriously and her sparkling, expectant glare was putting more pressure on him than he had thought it would and he HAD to get this right or Charlie would never ask him to help again (probably).

“Unconscious bias is when you make assumptions about someone you don’t know without realizing based on things that you learned as you’ve been a conscious being. For example, most men here in hell probably assume that women are only capable in traditional wife roles and will treat women as less powerful or threatening as a result.” He pointed the apple at the tip of his cane in the direction of the women in the room, “All of our lovely ladies are obviously very powerful and would not adhere to that stereotype, but when someone assumes they are weak because they are women, we call that an unconscious bias because it happens without that person realizing.” He cleared his throat, “Does anyone have another example?”

Angel Dust raised his hand and then tapped his chin thoughtfully when Lucifer motioned for him to share, “Well, people think I’m a woman cus I have tits. Is that right?”

Lucifer’s eye twitched, “Well… kind of, not quite.” He hummed thoughtfully, “When people think of you, they think of your career in adult films, right?”

“Ya.”

“Okay, Husk, what is something that you assumed about Angel Dust because of that career that he’s proved you wrong in getting to know him?”

Husk’s jaw went slack and his cheeks turned a soft pink, “M-me?”

“Yes- the two of you seem to be good friends, so I assume you have an example.”

Angel Dust smirked, “C’mon, Kitty Cat - tell me what you’ve learned about me.”

Husk sighed and stayed quiet for a moment before clearing his throat, “I had assumed that because he’s an actor that he was fake, but what I perceived as fake was a shield and he’s actually one of the most genuinely kind people I’ve ever met.”

Alastor cocked his head at this and Angel Dust was silent -face unreadable. Both were making him increasingly uncomfortable so he stuttered out a, “H-he’s still annoying as hell, though.”

Lucifer clapped his hands together, “Amazing! That’s a great example!” He looked to Charlie and Vaggie as Charlie excitedly waved her hands in the air chanting me next several times before Lucifer motioned for his daughter to share.

“I made assumptions about Vaggie when we met! I assumed she was a demon because we met in an alley and then I assumed that Adam would help us because angels are supposed to be good but he was an asshole!” She ranted and chirped excitedly for a few more moments, and once she had finished she grinned up at him, “Do you have unconscious bias?”

Lucifer nodded his head thoughtfully, “Everyone has unconscious bias.”

Charlie made an ‘O’ with her mouth before she scanned the room and pointed at Alastor, “What unconscious bias did you have against Alastor?”

Lucifer’s eye twitched in irritation, looking to the radio demon whose eyes narrowed in curiosity. After a few minutes Lucifer sighed, “I assumed he was a psychopath with ill intentions. I still think he’s insane, but… he has protected you all and I think that means he doesn’t have the illest of intentions.”

Alastor’s grin widened, “Why, thank you sir! I’m tickled to know you care to notice.”

Charlie’s eyes sparkled as she clasped her hands together, “Wow! This is so great!”

Lucifer moved his neck to pop it from the uncomfortable feelings he just had to experience. Complimenting Alastor was exhausting. “Now, random acts of kindness. This is when you want to thank someone or see someone that needs help, you go out of your way to assist them. It doesn’t have to be life saving - for example, to thank you all for coming today I have brought you all a….” He reached into his coat and threw yellow objects at the group with a grin, “rubber duck!!”

He let them pick up the ducks before he continued, “These are important to me, and all of you are also important to me and so I am giving you a gift to reflect that. Another example would be giving a beggar some change, buying food for someone who can’t afford it themselves, or even just listening when you see someone get emotional that seems like they need company.” He popped his knuckles, “Your assignment is to go and perform a random act of kindness and report back with what you did, why, and how it made you feel.” He lifted his arms and created a wind to blow the material of his coat behind him as well as open the front doors to the hotel dramatically, “Go! Randomly be kind! I’ll be waiting!”

The first to return after being released was Alastor. He held out a bag to Lucifer, who looked at the offering with high suspicion, “I have brought you a gift to show your importance in the hotel.”

“Is it poisoned?”

Alastor chuckled, “No, sir, this is a genuine gift.”

Still suspicious of the radio demon, Lucifer carefully held the bag at a distance. Once free of the bag, Alastor bowed at his waist, hand on his chest, “I have some other matters to attend to, so a bid you adieu for now. Have a swell afternoon, your highness.”

Once the shadow disappeared, Lucifer carefully opened the bag with the tips of his fingers. He was surprised, however, that the item in the bag was a weirdly large rubber duck that had been colored to look like an imp. Lucifer narrowed his eyes and took the duck out, not sure if he should be thankful or wonder if it being an imp implied that he was less than Alastor. But it was cute….

He studied the red duck for a moment before smiling, moving to take it to his tower to place with the rest of the collection.

—

-radioapple does coffee-

The cafe the two sat in was quaint and silent, aside from the bustle of the barista as the small imp moved to clean the counters spotlessly while there was a lull in customers. The walls were a soft purple, and large white daisies decorated the walls randomly while the floor was occupied by black tables and chairs for patrons to sit in.

Lucifer had his legs crossed and eyes closed as he lifted his cup of coffee to his lips with a grace that only someone of royal lineage could hold.

Alastor was sitting opposite the king of hell, humming as he tipped his own cup to his lips.

The silence that hung between them was comfortable for once, not angry or awkward like it was normally at the hotel.

Lucifer opened his eyes slowly to look up at Alastor’s permanently perfect smile, flashing one of his own, “If I had known you were a tea and coffee connoisseur we may have gotten along sooner.”

Alastor chuckled, “Sir, if that’s all it would have taken I would have brought it up as soon as you had stepped into our lowly hotel.”

The shorter male made an amused sound at the thought, “What ifs aside, we probably would have gotten over it eventually. I will say, I’m still not sure of your true intentions with my daughter and her friends, but I do approve of you keeping them safe and also of us doing this weekly - I’ve never had a coffee friend before.”

Alastor raised an eyebrow, “Friend, sir?”

Lucifer shrugged and took another sip of his coffee, letting the silence settle over them again.

Alastor’s voice box crackled before he made a new suggestion, “A dear friend of mine is the leader of Cannibal Town - they have a rather tasty and aesthetic cafe out there, we should make that the destination for next week.”

Lucifer’s eyes brightened, “Ah, Rosie? I haven’t seen her since the extermination before last - and it’s been centuries since I’ve been to Cannibal Town. It would be nice to say hello again! Let’s make that the plan, then.”

The two sat in comfortable silence as they enjoyed decent company and good coffee.

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Courting Eomer Would Include

- with regards to chivalry? Eomer invented it

- he’s treated you like royalty from the moment he first laid eyes on you, regardless of what your status may have been

- he has always treated you as a new blessing upon his life, even after being together for years, and that will never change

- despite acquiring a high status because of your relationship with Eomer, the two of you decided to live in a small cottage, rather than staying in the castle

- you prefer the more homely sense of life, and the separation from political matters that Eomer has to deal with on a daily basis

- cooking together consists of you cooking while Eomer hugs you from behind and watches you while showering you with compliments on your cooking skills

- Eomer is a family man, so obviously he’s going to be curious about whether you want children or not

- he’s very keen to know what your future holds, but because he wants to spend forever with you, he’s in no rush, and he is incredibly patient with all obstacles that the two of you face

- you and Éowyn are very good friends, you spend a lot of time together, and whenever Eomer is unsure of your whereabouts, the most likely place to find you, is wherever Éowyn is

- Eomer is fiercely protective, and has been known to get a little jealous of other men flirting with you, but he is never angry towards you, he only ever shows you love and kindness

- he’s always finding new and wonderful nicknames for you that he will refer to you as, no matter who’s around

“Good evening my starlit angel, how has your day been?”

“Well hello radiant sunflower, what a surprise to see you here!”

“Have any of you seen my ray of moonlight?“

- big fan of PDA, loves swinging an arm around your shoulders and kissing your temple whenever he sees you

- also has a habit of winking at you from across the room, as though he’s trying to woo you even when you’ve been in a relationship for years

- loves giving you piggybacks from one building in Rohan to another, even if they’re only a few paces apart

- when he gives you piggybacks, he makes horse sounds and only responds to being called your “trusty steed”

- honestly who needs to think about kids when your boyfriend acts like one anyway

- when the two of you go on walks around Rohan together, he’ll hold your hand and swing your hands in between you as you walk, smiling proudly at anyone you see because he’s just so proud to be yours

- when you have to leave the room for any reason, you’ll stand on your tiptoes to kiss Eomer’s cheek before you go, and no matter how many times you or anyone else sees it, he will never admit that he blushes

- you often accompany him to the bar in the evenings, to socialise with your friends

- people have often made the mistake of challenging you to their drinking games, and while most men of the time would never even think to let their woman participate in such “manly” activities, Eomer simply laughs at the poor souls that challenge you and watches with pride as you completely destroy them at their drinking games

- he brags about you to his friends 24/7, but he will never tell them that he lets you braid his hair in the evenings

- cuddles while at home are a near constant thing for the two of you, and Eomer will use any excuse he can think of in order to gain affection from you

“Sweetheart, my lips are rather cold, do you think you could warm them with yours?”

“Oh dear lord! I think I just saw a very small and partially invisible orc! The only way to protect you from this very specific orc breed is to have you sat on my lap, Im afraid this is the only solution!”

- Eomer loves you more than he has ever loved anything else in existence, and he will continue to do so for the rest of your forever

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You Might Not Like Her [Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace]

A/N: This felt really personal for me as this month is PRIDE and it's my first summer out as a bisexual woman! I knew the minute I saw this prompt that this is the story I wanted to write and it made me happy to finally do my first female x female love interest imagine :) I hope you like it! Also, title of imagine is based on the song You Might Not Like Her by Maddie Zahm who is on TikTok - she's EVERYTHING.

Go stream that song if you haven't already.

PROMPT: Could you do #1: ' you sure you wanna do this? '' with Phoenix please:)

It goes without saying but I do not give permission for anyone to use my work or copy it somewhere else.

PLOT: Phoenix is finally introducing her girlfriend to the group.

You wiped your hand on your cute summer dress, a poor attempt to get the clamminess off your palms. Natasha watched your anxious tick once more from the corner of her eye and finally reached over from the driver seat to clasp her hand tightly to yours, resting it on the daisy floral pattern against your thigh. You took a deep sigh of relief, relaxing into her touch as you looked up with a sheepish smile.

“I’m nervous,” you murmured honestly as she stopped at the red light, interlacing your fingers as she took a glance in your direction. Her hair was down for once, a stark contrast to the tight bun she often swept it up into in the early mornings when she left bed. It framed her face delicately, brushing along her jawline as it felt. 

“I know baby,” she smiled back reassuringly. Natasha knew that things would be okay, she wouldn’t allow any of the guys in the class to meet you if she foresaw any negative energy. She knew that you still had a slight discomfort regarding your sexuality, with her as your first girlfriend. But Natasha deserved to show you off, her amazing partner, the person that kept her cool, calm and collected all the time. The reason she flew with such a precise nature up in the clouds. “They’re going to love you, I promise.” 

You relaxed into the material of the seat, letting the leather cool down your cheeks. Your tummy did a flip as she pulled into a free space in front of Penny’s house. Penny was hosting a BBQ for everyone, a change of pace from the familiar bar that the pilots had frequented to celebrate their safe coming home. When Phoenix arrived home from the stressful mission, she knew it was time to share you with her coworkers, her friends. Well, she knew the minute her plane landed safely back on the flight deck, nerves shot from the stress and the concern for Rooster. For Maverick. Natasha wouldn’t waste another minute not freely sharing the love of her life with the other love of her life. 

Bob already knew. Of course he did. She trusted Bob with her life, she had to with their shared metal coffin in the sky so one hard day after their comm systems were off and she was cruising them back to base - she blurted it out.

She watched from her mirror as Bob just nodded in understanding, eyes meeting hers and asking when he could meet her. That was the moment she knew Bob was better than the best of them. No questions, no confused looks. Just acceptance. 

So when she brought Bob back with her after they both had showered off the stench of their dogfight exercise and a messily fast text to you regarding the extra guest for dinner, she knew that this would be the trial test she needed. The two of you had gotten along swimmingly, you with your stories of the college you worked at and him, sharing stories of his travels in between missions - she knew you’d be a hit with the other boys. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” you asked her once more as she closed your car door behind you, letting you intertwine your soft digits once more and clutching her bicep in your other hand for comfort. Natasha only stared deeply into your eyes with an intense look, leaning in slightly to catch your lips with hers. Her presence sent a calming wave across your chest and you stood a little straighter when you pulled away. 

“I’m more sure of this than anything in the world,” she replied, pressing a kiss to your nose.

You giggled slightly, shaking your head. “Well that can’t be right, I need you to be more sure about flying babe,” the comment made Natasha roll her eyes playfully, tugging you gently along as you made your way to the front door. You both took a small moment, but it was your small delicate hand that reached up to turn the knob and opened the door to a new group of people. She stepped forward, pulling you inside the cool room as AC buzzed in the window sills. 

Penny was first to notice the two of you squeeze through the foyer, smiling widely at your clasped embrace. She rushed forward with an introduction of her name and squeezed you both in a deep hug, Maverick not far behind. “So this must be the lucky lady I’ve heard so much about,” he beamed at his favorite cadet before holding his hand out for you to shake. You smiled shyly, shaking the man’s hand as you looked at your girlfriend. 

“Phoenix?” you heard from down the hallway, noticing Rooster with an unopened beer in hand. Confusion painted all over his facial features, as he took in your presence.

Natasha didn’t miss a beat, confidently pulling away from Maverick to put her hand around your waist. “Roost, come meet my girlfriend,” you glanced at each other, grins widening at her words as you stepped further into the house to meet the tall man, tanned and dressed in an ugly Hawaiian shirt. 

It wasn’t until you got outside to the backyard where the rest of the gang was that the air became electric. A blond man, assumingly from his good looks to be Hangman, caught your eye first and noticed Phoenix’s arm wrapped around you. He smirked slightly, though his brow quipped at the sight. Bob followed his gaze, jumping up in delight at your appearance. He called your name as he moved to hug you, wrapping you tightly in his arms with a warmth that made you smile. 

“Guys, this is Y/N,” Natasha announced, making you glance up at her with baited breath. “She’s my lovely girlfriend.” 

The men erupted in hoots and hollers, loud calls of delight echoing as they each came over to meet you and shake your hands. A few hours later, you were all sitting comfortably around a fire pit, roasting marshmallows and listening to stories of different adventures the group had been on. Hangman, gaze rarely leaving your site was beginning to become too much. You weren’t sure whether it was the surprise of Phoenix having a girlfriend or the fetishism that often had made you cautious of sharing your sexuality with men in your life.

“Is there something I can help you with Hangman?” you asked, voice cutting through Payback’s story as the group fell quiet. You shifted from your spot on Natasha’s lap, looking at him expectantly. His eyebrows rose and he cleared his throat before looking away at the moment. 

“Sorry,” he blurted, taking the group by surprise. Hangman apologizing? Not in his vocabulary.

“What’s your deal Bagman?” Natasha echoed your question, arms wrapping tightly around you in a protective nature as she pressed a few light kisses to the sun kissed skin of your shoulder blade. 

“I just,” he cleared his throat again, in discomfort. “I’ve never seen Phoenix as happy as she is with you by her side and I’m trying to understand why she kept you away for so long when you two look so happy.” His words brought a blush up on your cheeks as you glanced down at your lap. 

“Is Hangman getting soft on us?” Rooster asked, taking a drag from his beer before pulling his leg up to cross over his knee.

“Don’t ruin the moment,” Natasha tipped her beer appreciatively at the pilot, “It’s a nice moment.” You didn’t notice her mouthing thank you to Hangman but you did smile in his direction as Payback went back to telling his recounting of a mission that he went on overseas. You leaned back into your girlfriend’s arms, whispering I love yous as you settled into your spot in the family - feeling welcomed for the first time in a long time. 

#natasha trace #natasha phoenix trace #natasha trace x reader #natasha trace imagine #phoenix imagine #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction

[wormstacheangel]

hi this was totally inspired by @archervale birthday post [x]

happy late birthday to my best friend, babygirl, and all-time favorite character who is totally real and alive thanks

They’ve been asking him for weeks now what he wanted to do for his birthday. He always answered with, “Let me think about it.”

It wasn’t the first birthday they celebrated as retired old fucks but now they’re more comfortable owning that title. At least he is. Sam kept asking him to stop. Plus, Sam’s not retired. He’s missing out on the good life. 

Still, Dean wasn’t sure what to do for his birthday. 

There was a time in his life when he refused to acknowledge it. Every passing minute he’d be surprised he was alive, while other times, he’d wish he wasn’t. It was confusing and definitely not something an ice cream cake and balloons could fix. 

But now, oh, he fucking celebrates. 

One year they tried to go out to a nice dinner like in the movies but the big group became too loud and their stories weren’t very family-friendly. They have done bowling for Sam’s birthday, a BBQ at a park for Eileen’s, and even an escape room for Jack’s birthday but that one didn’t go well at all. Cas even got to celebrate some birthdays. Went to Disneyland one year for it and now there’s a video of Dean crying while Chewbacca hugged him.

The point is they’re making up for all the missed birthdays. And this one is a big one for him. 

“I’m 45!” Dean entered the water park with a big grin and sticky from the layers of sunscreen Cas smothered him in. “Point me to the lazy river!”

He decided on a waterpark last week when he saw a video of some dude just floating away with a coconut drink in hand. It became his new life mission to become that man. So they all booked a plane, bought a shit ton of sunscreen—it’s an indoor park but Cas insisted—, and are now marching with their flip-flops to get a good spot to put their things down. 

Everyone went their separate ways as soon as they set their things down. They’ll meet up for lunch and dinner plans were already reserved at a Mexican place across the street. 

Life couldn’t get better than this. 

“Dean? You want to get a drink before we float all day?” Cas took his hand, leading him toward the juice bar. No alcohol is served here. 

Dean let Cas lead the way. Holding his hand securely as he looked around the place. Still pretty empty—it was a Wednesday morning— and it smelled like clean chlorine mixed with some artificial tropical scent. He liked it. 

A few minutes later they were floating down the lazy river together. Drinks in one hand and his husband’s hand in the other. Dean would happily get used to this. 

“Happy birthday, Dean.” Cas kissed him during lunch, giving Dean a slice of apple pie with a candle on top. 

Jack took pictures and started singing Happy Birthday while the rest of them joined in. Dean looked around at his little family, a bunch of weirdos who just found each other even though the story told them otherwise, and blew out his candle. 

“What did you wish for?” His husband asked while everyone else dug into the sandwiches. 

Dean smiled at him. Watching as Cas’s loving expression mirrored his. “Nothing else I need, sweetheart. I already have you.”

This made his husband roll his eyes but it got him a kiss too. A win is a win.

#wormstachewrites #desiel #fic #ficlet #drabble #someone teach me the difference #this was just a short little something

[ejzah]

A/N: Happy Birthday 41st birthday to Kensi Marie Blye, ninja assassin and half of our favorite duo!

***

The Best is Yet to Come

Even a few years ago, Kensi wouldn’t have imagined she’d be the lady with a backyard full of people and a table laden with summer snacks and drinks to celebrate her birthday. A few years ago, she wasn’t even sure she was ready to be a mom, yet here she was with her own home, Rosa playing catch with her boyfriend, and another two kiddos happily cooking away.

In some ways, life was more chaotic than ever. In others, she’d never felt more at peace and sure of the future and her decisions.

She saw Deeks in the corner where they’d set up the grill, watching over Sam’s shoulder with what she imagined was an amused grin. As expected, Sam had taken control of barbecue duties shortly after he arrived, ignoring Deeks’ insistence that he was a guest.

Patting Sam on the shoulder, Deeks headed back across the yard, directly towards Kensi.

“Hey, baby, can I get you anything?” he asked, once he was a foot or so away. She already had a strawberry mint lemonade and some fruit on the whicker table next to her chair.

“You know, I can walk,” Kensi reminded him with a smile. “These babies haven’t made me an invalid yet.”

“Yes, but as your husband, who can’t physically carry said babies, it feels like the least I can do.”

She tilted her head, touched by the offer. In the last two and a half months, Deeks had made it his personal mission to keep her well fed and pampered, on top of his normal tendencies. Sometimes she worried he would work himself ragged trying to manage everything, but other times she let him have his way.

“Well, in that case, I’d like two cookies,” she decided. Sneaking her hand into his, she tugged on his arm until he got the message and got down to her level. Deeks arched an eyebrow at her, warmth in his eyes as she stole a kiss. “And you.”

“You know what I always say, my Ladybird gets whatever she wants,” he said with a ridiculous wiggle of his eyebrows. He patted her thigh affectionately, rising with an agility that Kensi envied. She tilted her head, enjoying the view as he sauntered in the direction of the tables set up under a small tent.

A faint jerking in her stomach had her pressing both hands against her stomach. It was an odd sensation, but not painful or uncomfortable at this point. “Somebody’s got the hiccups again, huh?” Kensi said, directing her question to her stomach. As if in response, she felt a flutter on her left side.

“Uh-oh, who’s acting up this time? Donut or Croissant?” Deeks had returned, a plate in hand. He bent down to kiss Kensi’s stomach through her shirt, following it with a brush of his free hand. “Hey, give Mama a break there kids.”

“Pretty sure it’s Croissant,” Kensi told him. At first, she’d resisted Deeks’ pastry related nicknames, but ultimately decided it was better than the Shawarma Twins. Plus, it had kind of grown on her.

“Not even four months old and already causing trouble,” he joked. “That’s ok, your Mom and Dad are kind of troublemakers too, so you’ll be in good company.”

Kensi smiled down at him fondly. She loved how much he talked and interacted with the babies, sharing everything from his favorite music to daily encouragement and little stories.

“What did you bring me?” she asked, attention drifting to the plate again, which held an impressive tower of food.

“Well, I didn’t know what you and the Pastry Babies were in the mood for, so I got a little of everything. There’s classic chocolate chip, a mocha brownie Mama made—don’t worry, they’re decaf, lemon bars, and what I think is red velvet, but could be beet since Anna made them.” He pointed to each dessert as he listed them, offering Kensi the plate when he finished.

“Ooh, brownie please.” She broke it in half, handing Deeks the other piece, explaining when he raised any eyebrow in surprise, “ This way I can try all of them.”

“God, I love you,” he sighed with a massive grin. Together, they happily shared the treats, watching the antics of their guests. Callen had wandered over to Sam and by the look of it, providing unwanted feedback, Rosa and Steven were tossing pretzels into each other’s mouths from a distance, and Roberta and Arkady….well, it was probably best if Deeks ignored any of their activities.

“I’m sorry this year’s celebration isn’t more elaborate,” Deeks apologized unexpectedly, raising Kensi’s hand to his lips for a soft kiss.

“What do you mean? This is great.” Kensi gestured to their yard, now overtaken by their former team, their significant others, Rosa, the moms, and more eating and socializing.

“It is, but I had planned on something a little more intimate.” He shrugged.

“I always enjoy whatever you do for my birthday, because it’s coming from you. I think this might be the best one yet though. I have you, Rosa, these little miracles,” she said, her hand passing over her stomach, gently cupping her four month bump. “41 is looking pretty good so far.”

“Yeah, it is,” Deeks agreed softly, leaning down to kiss her. “Happy birthday.”

#ncis la fanfiction #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #and co #densi babies #still manifesting twins #fluff #Kensi’s 41st birthday #birthday fic #ejzah fanfiction

[mr-laveau]

Cu-wip-osity tag game >:D

@cash-n-prizes really told me to get my ass in gear and WELL, here I am so here we go!

rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. let others ask questions about the ones that interest them, and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

Tagging: there are too many people to tag and i don’t talk to that many people sooooo whoever wants can tag in. Trust me, I cannot tag that many people for this.

And Then there were three - SH, Angel & Baaabe

Roses n’ Thorns - Darlin/Quinn (past) - Darren(Darlin) used to be in a band with Quinn called Rose n’ Thorns. Yes, I did in fact write Darr being in a band with Quinn into his actual backstory, fuck timelines and canon, I do what I want.

Spell slot - Lovely(electro)/Vincent

Gotcha bitch! - Darlin/pack - poly Shaw pack - Darren (Darlin) has a breakdown when the pack throws him a surprise birthday party

In the face of eternity - Lovely(Vampire)

Who’s ya daddy? - SH/Milo (ft. Colm) - Sadhil (SH) realizes that he and Milo have daddy issues, except SH used to work for Milo’s daddy.

Pretty Girl(gn) Walk - Angel/Darlin/David(minor)

Self-portrait - Gavin/FL - Gavin has too many hobbies but this new one is fun.

Stellar Collapse - Starlight

Fed to the Wolves - David/Darlin

The importance of Couch sharing - Poly Shaw Pack - David/Darlin/Asher/Milo

Backup Generator - DAMN Polycule & Lovely(Vampire)/Vincent

Extra Lessons - Sam/FL/Darlin

Come Back to Haunt - David & SH

Do you have an appointment? - Sam/FL - R18

Hate to see em leave, Love to watch em go - Poly Shaw pack - Asher/Milo/David/Darlin - Asher and Milo talk about David & Darren (Darlin) behind their backs but they’re specifically talking about their behinds - R18

Sweet Dreams (are made of this) - Sunshine/Elliott

Dahlia Empowered Records & Profiles Department - audio project - Magnus Archives parody but make it Redacted

Honestly…no - David/Darlin

A Pack of Idiots - Poly Shaw Pack:

"I'm in love with Asher." David said. The room went quiet after that as Sadhil and Milo's eyes locked onto their alpha in disbelief–more specifically disbelief in the fact that David actually said the very thing that everyone in the pack would joke about when they saw him and his beta together in any capacity. The key word there being 'joked' because no one actually expected it to be true. Sadhil had the mind to question the statement further but got beat to the opportunity to speak. "Well no shit, Sherlock." Darren replied. "Took you that long to figure out?" Now eyes were going back and forth between Tank and David, the bigger wolf looking at the usually quiet shifter in bewilderment as they met his gaze with nonchalance. The investigator could already feel the tensions rising and if they knew both of their fellow pack members well enough then there'd be more to this. "What do you mean, long enough?" "–Darr means," Milo is the one to speak up this time, cutting off Tank from making anymore frank remarks and riling the other man up, "that we can all tell." "What?”

Running Memories - Darlin focused

Can You Roll a Charisma Check? - Lasko/Listener (pre-canon listener) - Lasko finds out that someone new has joined his DnD group and he’s definitely gonna have to roll high if he wants to impress them

Out for Blood - Sam/Darlin - R18

What if we all dated each other? - DAMN Polycule

In-Spectre - Yes I know that’s name of an anime, I’m being funny - SH/Milo:

"Why don't I take you dancin' some time?"  "You got two feet shorter than myself there, toots. You think you can keep up?" Sadhil smirks.

Bad Dog - (Dom) Darlin/ Sam - R18:

"Course not." The vampire huffs. "I know you better than that Darlin." "Do you really, doc?" Darren smiles as crosses his arms and slowly strides over to Sam from across the bar with a sly grin. "Because I know for a fact that there's a side to me you haven't met yet and he wants to make you beg like a hungry mutt." Sam Collins has never in his life wanted anything more than just to let his mate have their way with him right now. He doesn't have time to question why when the one thing racing in his mind is to let Darren use and abuse him like a bone for his wolf to chew on, and he'll be damned if he doesn't let tonight be the night for that to happen. "Where?" "As much as I would like to fuck you in one of the stalls here, I want your ass on a bed where I can have it to myself tonight."

Broke Back Mountain - Sam/Huxley

Ghostly Touches - Lasko/SH/Milo - R18

Don’t Hold Your Breath - DAMN Polycule

Two Birds - David/Darlin

Worth of Chance - SH & Colm

Sway - Vincent/Lovely 

Heart Strings - Asher/Baaabe/Darlin

Keeping Track of Things 1 & 2 - Darlin/Sam (feat. BE & Fred) 

Reset Button - Lovely(Vampire) & Sam

Ghosted - SH/Sam/Darlin

Parks & Recreation - Darlin/David

Anyways, have fun~

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted fandom #ask meme #ask #ask game #inbox #redacted fanfic #redacted fanfiction #redacted asmr fanfic #redacted audio fanfic #writing wip #wips

[allsassnoclass]

#2 from the drabble list!

alright, shaking things up! getting wild!

luztoye: "This makes it easier to identify them."

“Hey.”

Joe glances up from the crude spear he’s whittling as George flops down next to him, pack dropping to the ground with an encouraging thunk.  Joe lets out a breath he’s been holding since George and Lipton set out early in the morning.

“Got anything good?” he asks, surreptitiously checking George over for injuries.  His shoulders are slumped and there are dark circles under his eyes, but his skin looks smooth and unbroken, even under the few bruises and smudges of dirt adorning it.

“Maybe,” George replies, pulling the pack towards him and unzipping it.  “I might be able to fix the radio now, if we’re lucky.  Got some wires, tools, and a switch.  Found a pair of scissors in case Doc needs them once we regroup.  Grabbed a few more maps, some protein bars that seem alright, more dish soap… Not much, but it was pretty picked over and we couldn’t stay long.  Lip spotted some zombies in the distance.”

Joe nods grimly, peering at the tangle of wires crawling over all of the other items in the pack.

“Nixon’ll throw you a party if you can get that radio working.  You missed another briefing about connecting with that group across the ridge.”

“Yeah?  He say anything useful?”

Joe shakes his head.

“Just that another colony of zombies has moved between us and more bullshit over being sure no one shoots a human when we do eventually move.”

“Remember,” George says in a pretty good impression of Nixon, “zombies are pale, undead, and trying to eat your face off.  This makes it easier to identify them.”

Joe snorts, turning back to his spear.  They’re running low on bullets, but Nixon is getting antsy about reconnecting with the group across the ridge.  They need weapons, no matter how crude.

Joe never met the group across the ridge that everyone seems so eager to get back to.  He has no clue who Richard Winters is, or Ronald Speirs, or Bill or Buck or Talbert or a million other names that have been thrown around since he fell in with George’s group a few weeks ago.  He may not be missing anyone over there, but he knows the value of safety in numbers.  If George hadn’t found him camped out while scouting for more supplies for that damned radio, he’d probably be dead by now.  It’s difficult for a guy with one leg to outrun an entire colony of zombies even when he’s well-fed and well-rested, but Joe’s supplies were dwindling.

From the way the others talk about it, the group across the ridge is sitting pretty in a gated area that they’ve fashioned into paradise.  They have a garden, chickens, a doctor’s office, and enough people making supply runs that it almost feels like before the outbreak.  George says that their small group got separated on the biggest supply run they’ve ever attempted while trying to find if there are other groups of survivors in the region.  It was supposed to be a three-day expedition, but they’ve been camped out in an abandoned warehouse for nearly a month.

“God, Joe, I can’t wait for you to meet the others,” George sighs wistfully.  “They’re gonna love you.  You and Bill are going to get on like a wildfire.  Don, too.  Winters is going to want to know everything you saw out there.  And can you imagine sleeping in a proper bed, or at least a mat instead of the floor every night?”

Joe hums.

“I’d let you share my mattress if we don’t have enough,” George offers.  “I’ve been known to hog the blankets, though.”

“I’ve been told I snore,” Joe says, refusing to imagine actually getting under the covers with George.  He hasn’t gotten this far in life by indulging in useless fantasies.

“Aren’t we a match made in heaven,” George says dryly.

“Won’t happen unless you get that radio working and let Nixon compare notes with his boyfriend,” Joe reminds him, testing the point of his spear.  It’s not much, but it’ll do in a pinch as long as the person doing the stabbing puts some effort into it.  It probably won’t kill a zombie, but it’ll sure slow them down.

“Yeah, yeah,” George says, closing the pack and getting his feet under him.  “Duty calls.  No rest for the wicked, and all that.”

He gives Joe a lazy salute and hefts the pack up on his shoulder.  Joe watches him walk away, eyes roaming over as much of his back and he can see with the large camo jacket covering it.  George glances back and catches him at it, raising his eyebrows with a smile.

“I could always use the company, if you want to carve some sticks by the tech area instead of getting wood shavings all over where we sleep.”

Joe doesn’t consider himself good company on the best day, but he’s starting to get the idea that he’ll do whatever George suggests.

George doesn’t wait to see if Joe gets up to join him.  Joe tests the point of his spear again, then sighs and grabs his crutch, hauling himself up to follow.

#my writing #luztoye #band of brothers #it has been YEARS since i posted anything for bob #but when i originally asked for these prompts i said if you didn't specify i'd do another fandom #so! luztoye zombie au i guess! why not!!!!

[wiypt-writes]

Rock ‘n’ Roll People, In A Disco World

Part 17: Disco Dancing With The Lights Down Low

Part 2: Well hello, Stud.

Summary: You and Paul take an ‘adults’ only trip to Mexico. Sun, sea…and all the other things beginning with S…

Warnings: Bad Language, NSFW (18+)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction. I do not own any characters contained within, bar the reader and any other OCS that may be mentioned. I do not give consent for my work to be reposted/translated to any other site. Reblogs are fine and are my jam, baby.

W/C: 5.9k

A/N: Okay, so… i know I said by end of the month but I realised that’s not that long off so…here it is. Remember, Part 3 will be the Paul Diskant entrance for mine and @spectre-posts Kinktober

Rock N Roll People Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Part 1

When feeling returned to your bodies, the pair of you collapsed into bed as the sounds of the ocean at night lulled you into a deep sleep. The next day was as promised, sun, sand, laziness. Around lunch the two of you returned to the villa and with snacks in hand, fell asleep together sharing the macramé hammock on your deck.

Before dinner, you face timed again to check in with the kids who gleefully told you all about their day at the pier with Grumpy and Nanny. Connor won Jack a new teddy, Jack unfortunately won another fish but Paul's parents just seemed so happy with them both and Woody was doing just fine being a good guard dog.

“So Batman has his Robin, huh?” Paul snorted as the pair of you both laughed at how Jim explained he’d been forced to go back to your house and deposit him in the tank in Jack’s room.

“I was hoping he’d miss,” Jim snorted, “but we also realised next time you wanna do this we can just come to stay at yours. Don’t know why we didn’t do that this time round. Would be the most logical thing to do…”

"Change in scenery wasn't going to kill them, Pop.”

“Hmmm more like you wanted them to trash our house so you didn’t have a mess to clean up.”

Dot laughed, "I wouldn't leave it like that."

Jim rolled his eyes as Paul laughed, “it was an adventure for them. Camp Grumpy, remember? You know they love coming to stay with you guys.”

"How's Jack behaving?” You asked.

“He’s been fine.” Dotty assured you. “They both have. We’ve had a few small little squabbles but nothing major. And they’re sharing a room. We heard Jack crying on the first night but just as Jim was heading across the hall to get him, he saw Jack take himself over the landing and crawl in with Ceej. And that was it.”

You smiled, the news having warmed your heart. Your eyes welled up as you glanced at Paul. He winked at you before he looked back at the screen. “They love each other deep down.” He smiled. “Well, we gotta go get dinner. Let us know once they’re handed over tomorrow and we’ll call Nick and Maria.”

"You got it," Big Jim nodded.

You missed the goodbye between Disco and his parents as you'd gone to slip into your dinner dress. It was a casual affair, so you slipped into a backless linen halter dress, black and long.

You heard Paul shuffle into the room and two large hands fell to your hips, bearded lips kissed your neck from behind.

"You look beautiful." He whispered in your ear.

"Thank you.”

“Gimme five and I’ll be ready.” He kissed your cheek and then moved to pull his outfit from the closet.

You headed down the stairs and waited for Paul there, looking out across your patio at the beach. Your mind flashed through your entire life together and it made you emotional. The love you felt for this man, a man who absolutely worshipped you and desired you daily was indescribable. Sometimes, you felt unworthy of such a love, of such a man. But most times, you kept in the forefront of your mind how lucky you were.

And a reminder of just how lucky, was permanently on display through that now well faded, but still visible, scar on the left side of his neck.

He'd made this trip all about you, the two of you. Not rekindling of romance, as your relationship had never lacked on that front, but it was certainly unearthing the connection the two of you had that had somewhat been set aside with work and parenting. Now, as you waited in the warm evening air, you decided that after dinner you were going to make the evening about him. You knew each and every trigger Paul had that would arouse him, make him putty in your hands and it all started from that mark, that reminder of so much in your lives.

He disturbed your thoughts as he walked out onto the balcony, dressed in a pair of khaki coloured chinos and a short-sleeved black button down

“Well hello Stud," you smirked.

“Mrs Diskant,” he winked, his hand outstretched, “let’s eat, babe.”

You held hands as you walked along the plank board walkway through the outskirts of the jungle and towards the main lobby. You dined along the sand that night, the beach lit by Tiki torches and thatched roof coverings over the tables. It was local fare, a combination of Caribbean and Mexican flavors. You shared wine over your meals and when you were through, you walked along the rolling tide back to your villa.

Paul opened the door and then stepped aside, letting you in first, his hand falling to the bare base of your back. When you heard the click of the lock, you turned on your heel and looked at your husband. Your eyes roamed his frame, his thick, muscular and broad shoulders filling out that button down. You stepped forward, closing the gap between the two of you. Your fingers touched his collar and dragged along the buttons of his shirt. You plucked the top two and whispered, "find a spot to sit", as you worked the rest of his shirt open.

A flick of his eyebrows and a smirk made sure you knew he’d understood as he backed up to the soft sofa along the edge of the room. You untied the halter of your dress while you stalked toward him, the garment falling to the floor as you stepped out of it. Your eyes were locked on his as you kneeled between his legs.

He said nothing, merely watched you as you slid your hands up and over his toned thighs. You worked his belt loose, popping the button open to his chinos and slid the zipper down along its teeth.

"Lemme take care of you, huh, Stud?" You said with a rasp.

Paul’s large hand curled softly around your face, “as long as I can repay the favour.”

Your hands worked at him, pulling his waistband away from his skin while the other dipped into his boxers and wrapped around his hardened cock. You pulled him free with a gentle twist and tug of your wrist. Your lips enclosed around the tip of his dick and you sucked. You glanced up, his eyes still locked on yours as he gave a soft murmur and a sigh of delight. Hollowing your cheeks, you swallowed his shaft as your free hand cupped his sac.

His right hand rest on the crown of your head, the other gripped at the cushion of the sofa.

You played with him as you sucked him down, rolling his balls in your palm. You bobbed your head and sucked with the hollow of your cheeks, your tongue laving against that vein on the underside of his dick. Your breasts bounced a little as you sucked him off, your knees on the floor of the villa.

“Jesus, baby…” his hips tilted gently, “fuck…so good.”

You hummed around him, careful to find the balance of not too little but not too much so you could claim your prize above; his scar. You knew, of course, just how far you could push him. How could you not after all those years together?

His fingers gripped your scalp through your hair, blunt nails running along your skin. He was close so you backed off and rose to your feet. He watched you, a little v between his eyes as he pouted at the loss of your warm mouth. But he didn’t protest, instead he merely waited.

As you began to take a knee to either side of his hips, your fingers pushed against the open collar of his shirt. You lowered yourself into his lap as he shifted to remove his button down. His hard cock nestled between your folds, moistening him with your arousal.

“Baby?” He questioned softly, his hands on your hips.

"Hmm," you leaned forward to kiss him, his face in your hands. He kissed you back, eagerly, thick swipes of his tongue against yours.

You rolled your hips, sliding your folds along his dick. You pulled back and kissed his jaw, along the cut line of bone toward his ear and down his neck. Your tongue licked at the dip above his collarbone before finding your mark. You kissed the skin tenderly at first, then ran your tongue along the raised shape of his scar.

“Shit…” his neck strained as his fingers dug into the flesh at your waist. His hips jolted upward a little, a groan slipping from his swollen lips.

"You feel that, huh, Stud?" You whispered against him.

He swallowed, a little nod of his head to show you he did. Your left hand cupped his chin and turned his head a little to his right, exposing his neck more. Your lips covered the scar and you sucked at the mark like you had just done to his tip.

You felt a rumble in his throat as his body trembled beneath you, his hips pushing up again as he rubbed against you. His tip hit your clit and you whimpered. Reaching between the two of you, you brought his dick upright so you could slide him right into your aching hole. All the while your assault on his skin with your lips never ceasing.

“Fuck, fuck…” he chanted as he rolled upwards into you, “sweetheart…”

"Yeah, baby," you hummed, "right there, Stud."

“I can’t…” he groaned, “can’t…I need…”

"Give it, baby," you titled back.

He looked up at you, and in a flash you found yourself on your back, the cool floor of the villa beneath you, as a surprised squeal escaped you.

“Jesus…” Paul gripped your hips as he pushed back into you, his hand sliding down your legs to wrap them round his waist.

Your back arched off the floor as he thrust into you. "You better fuck me hard," you managed.

His reply was simply a growl. "Fucking tease me like that, fuck Sugar," he grunted, “you’re such a fucking minx at times…”

Now you chanted profanities as he railed you. His eyes were blown black as he stared you down. He groaned as he pounded into you, his hands placed flat on the floor either side of your head. His hips snapped and snapped, and you could feel every inch of him inside you. Over and over he hit that sweet spot, and you were fast building towards cuming.

“Come on, Sugar…” he almost snarled through his teeth, his jaw twitching as a sheen of sweat covered his brow, “come on…come on…”

You knew he was struggling to hold back.

"I'm... So.... Oh shit," you cried out.

“Oh, god…fuck, fuck…” he practically roared as he came, the pair of you lost in the throes of your bliss.

He collapsed over you, barely missing a crush to your frame as he rolled to his side, taking you with him. The pair of you couldn’t talk, instead you laid there, drawing in ragged breaths.

When you could finally move, Paul pulled you to your feet and grabbed your clothes. You showered together before collapsing into bed.

*****

The morning of your spa day, you found yourself delightfully cuffed to the driftwood headboard as Paul had his breakfast between your legs. You were boneless when he finished, and your spa day only further added to your blissful relaxed state.

The day nearly spent in luxury pampering, the two of you returned to your villa for a nice, long, deep nap. And when you woke, you wanted to do nothing but lie in bed and listen to the beach and jungle surrounding you.

"Can we just have room service?" You asked Paul as he lazily drew circles up and down your spine, your face led against your forearms.

Propped up in his palm and elbow, Paul spoke, "I'm fine with that, but I was looking forward to the tasting...."

“Oh…I forgot!” You giggled.

"That relaxed, huh, Sugar?"

“Mmmhmmm.” You hummed.

"Good." Paul kissed your shoulder. "I'm gonna shower, want to join me?"

You grinned, “to save water, right?”

"Dur..." He sniggered.

“Okay…but you’re gonna have to help me up.”

He smirked, "with pleasure."

You were quickly in his arms as he carried you bridal style to the open air shower.

There was nothing more than a little bit of kissing and a lot of laughter, and soon after you were both heading towards the main part of the resort, ready for your evening activity before your dinner.

The mezcal tasting was a lovely private affair, just the two of you on an air conditioned little hut with thematic decor and a gentleman from Tulum, expertly scholared in Nakawé Mezcal. You both enjoyed it thoroughly, and left a little buzzed and slightly peckish but not fully hungry following the snacks and sides you’d had during the tasting to accompany the drink.

So, you had tacos, small in size and loaded with fish and shrimp in the street style manor as you sat in the sand and ate. You were nestled between Paul's legs, beer each on either side of his knees, stuck in the sand. The waves rolled along the shore as a dark sky was nearly settled overhead. The stars were out and you just sat there, together quietly. Then you thought of something.

"This reminds me of our early dates. We used to get the corn dogs or hot dogs from the pier and a couple of drinks and sit on the sand."

“Yeah…” Paul chuckled, “both of us living with our parents, working all the shifts we could, raking in the rookie overtime.”

You smirked but he couldn't see, however, you turned your chin toward him to speak, "I adored our early days, but I love this life now."

“I wouldn’t change a second of any of it, babe.”

"Me either."

You nestled back against his chest and the two of you stayed that way for quite a while. His hand gently ran up and down your arm as he drank his beer with the other. You had no idea how much time had passed, but eventually you were forced to concede you needed to move for high tide was close as the water reached your toes.

Paul rose to his feet, and offered you his hand to pull you to your feet.

“Can you believe we only have two more days," you sighed as the pair of you began to walk towards your villa.

“I know…but we’ve had fun. And we’ll do it again.” He squeezed your hand. “Maybe not here but somewhere.”

"Maybe the next one is in winter..."

“Yeah, you got somewhere in mind?”

"Whistler?"

“Yeah?”

"Could be fun." You shrugged, "in another five or so years." You then chuckled. "This one cost us a fortune, gotta save again."

“We don’t do it often, I just wanted something special for us. But, we’ll get somewhere alone again before five years is up. In the meantime, I was thinking…maybe we could take the boys to Disney. Florida, I mean.”

"Great idea, Jack's just big enough."

He nods, “I know we have Disneyland a little more local but…well, I like the idea of the different parks. We can go for a fortnight, get a villa…bet Mom and Pops would come.”

"Probably mine too."

You reached the villa and Paul led you inside.

“Which is good…”he grinned, “as it’s on tap babysitting so we can sneak away.”

You smirked. "I love you, Disco."

“I love you too.”

"You wanna take me to bed or take a break?"

“Is that a rhetorical question?”

"Legitimate one..."

“I always wanna take you to bed…but I also know I might have worn you out.”

You sighed. "A little," you lowered your chin shyly.

Paul’s finger gently tipped your face to look at him. “Then we can sit out with a beer, and then curl up and fall asleep.”

"Okay," you said softly. "I'll go change."

When you came back in your sleep shorts and cami, Paul was on the balcony. He smiled, passing you to change quickly himself. Soon after he was back, a pair of shorts and a tee nestled on his frame. It was an easy night, the pair of you sat out until the early hours talking and laughing before you both headed to bed. There, you curled up next to him, letting out a sigh of satisfaction as you closed your eyes

*****

The two of you were bathed in morning sunlight from the open wall, the glass having been slid open by Paul before bed. Today saw your last adventure trip, a day in the Gran Cenote. A continental breakfast awaited you and Paul, delivered once again to your room while you readied for the day's trip.

You slipped into a rather cheeky one piece while Paul wore a different coloured pair of the same trunks he'd had all trip. A single backpack with sunscreen and essentials was all you needed and you'd quickly charged Paul with carrying it. You slipped your old LAPD SWAT cap over your head and pushed your aviators up your nose, following your handsome husband out of the villa and to the awaiting Jeep.

Through the jungle they drove you to the spot where the opening of the Gran Cenote sat and after some rules, and a hand off of your snorkel gear, the pair of you were free to explore the caves.

It was unbelievable. You’d snorkelled before, seen some pretty cool marine life up close but this was simply stunning. The waters were cool and clear, the rocks and nooks and little overhangs you found were adorned with so much greenery and flowers. And you couldn’t breathe for laughing at one point when a turtle got very up close and personal with Paul, biting his toe as he lay on his back, floating in the water.

You couldn't remember a time when the two of you had this much fun or felt this close in a while. And while you missed your boys, a part of you wasn't ready to go home.

Again, you retired with a quiet night in your villa, room service for dinner, the night sky and the double hammock calling you both as the meal settled with you. You had mezcal cocktails and relaxed, his hands on your body. But as things began to get a little heated in the hammock, the pair of you ended up flipping the entire thing, dumping the two of you to the deck.

Your laughs were uncontrollable and your sides hurt, your giggles interrupted by your phone ringing and two very happy boys' faces filled your screen.

Jack and CJ were calling from your parents’ house, just before bed.

“Hi my babies!” You grinned

"Hi, Mommy!" Jack beamed as Conner waved excitedly.

“Are you having fun?”

"Yeah, we got to go to the zoo today," Connor beamed.

"I saws a awigater," Jack bounced. "And feeds the..the futter-byes!"

“Oh wow!” Paul joined in. “Was it a big alligator?”

"Dis big!" Jack's arms flew out straight from his sides, almost smacking CJ in the face.

“Hey!” CJ warned him, “careful!”

“Tell me about the butterflies,” you cut in quickly.

"Dey tickewld." Jack giggled.

"Papa said they're good luck," CJ added. "They were orange ones and blue ones and all kinds, Mommy."

“Wow, that’s amazing!” You smiled. “We’ll go back one day all together.”

"Cans we sees the ewifants?" Jack wondered.

“We can see anything that’s there, buddy.” Paul nodded

"Otay!"

“What else have you been up to? Ceej, you ready for soccer tomorrow?”

"I am.”

“Is Grumpy going to watch you this week?”

“Yeah. Nanny said she'll film it and send it to you." He said with a slouch to his shoulders.

“I’ll be there next week, bud.” Paul said gently.

“I know."

"I goes," Jack said in an odd caring change of character. Normally, you stayed home with him, as he was a nightmare to keep an eye on when you were trying to watch, usually complaining loudly he was bored. Occasionally, you left him with grandparents or Barnes, meaning you could see the odd game too but it was very much Paul that was there week in, week out on the sidelines with the other parents.

CJ blinked and looked at him. “You can’t. You don’t like it. You’re staying here with Papa.”

“No, I wanna goes.”

“But last time-“

“Ceej,” Paul cut in, and Ceej sighed. Paul then turned his attention to Jack. “You promise to behave if you go this time?”

“Yeah. I cheers. Go Ceej!" Jack looked up at his big brother.

Despite himself, CJ smiled a little, then he gave a roll of his eyes and grinned. “Okay, you can come.”

Your heart, which had just shattered at the look in your eldest’s face, now was mending at the warmth your little Tazmainian devil had shown and the fact CJ was allowing him to go. You felt Paul squeeze the back of your neck gently.

"Be good for Nanny and Papa, okay, and call us right after your game, Connor." You said cheerfully.

“Okay!” He beamed, “Nanny says she wants to say hi…hang on…”

“Bye Mommy, bye Daddy!” Jack yelled as he hurried off.

Soon, your mom's face hit the screen, "Hi kids."

"Hi, Mom," you said at the same time Paul said, "hi, Maria."

"How's everything?"

“Absolutely fine, they’ve been so good. Your dad had them grilling with him before and they’re off to bed with a movie.”

"Thank so much, Mom," you smiled warmly. "I was worried. But you guys and Dot have said they've been so good."

“They always are for us,” your mum chuckled, “and as I keep telling you. If they behave for everyone else, and keep the naughtiness for Mom and Dad, then you’ve done your job.”

With a snort you shook your head.

“Anyway, I’ll let you go. Have a good evening.”

"Night, Mom," you nodded.

"Lots of pictures and video tomorrow, huh?" Paul hoped.

"It'll be borderline spam." Maria winked.

He chuckled, “did I ever tell you that you’re my favourite mother in law?”

"I better be your only mother in law, Paul Diskant."

"Night, Mom!" You called and snatched the phone from Paul, ending the call.

Paul closed up the villa on the first floor as you headed up for bed. You washed your face and brushed your teeth before he'd even come back up. You were just tucking into the sheet as he appeared.

"I'm exhausted," you chuckled.

“Yeah…” he yawned and nodded. “I’m kinda whacked too.”

"C'mon, Daddy, let's nuggle," you patted his side of the bed.

“Two minutes…” he leaned over and gave you a quick kiss.

You nodded and hunkered down into the soft bed. Your eyes were heavy as Paul climbed in. The second he was settled, you rolled into his side, your head in his chest. His hand gently ran up and down your back, fingers soft. It was the last thing you could remember feeling before the world went dark and dreams filled your eyes.

*****

The day was already mid-morning when the two of you woke up. Drained from such a great day before, you were thankful for the lie in. The sun was glowing across the water, the sand almost pure in color, the ocean a glittering match to Paul's eyes. This was paradise and you softly sighed knowing it was your last day. But you smiled knowing that by tomorrow night, you'd be holding your babies in your arms and hearing all about their adventures with both sets of Grandparents.

You checked the time and it was still early back home, by two hours, and Connor's day hadn't started yet. His game wasn't until 10 in LA.

“We’ll call in an hour or so.” Paul spoke softly. “Wish him good luck.”

You looked over at your husband with a smirk, "you always know."

He chuckled, “I was thinking the same thing as you, Sugar.”

You led your head back down on his chest contently. "Room service for breakfast?" You began running your fingertip along the bottom edge of his medallion. Back and forth along the metal, the semi-circular motion soothing.

“Sounds good,” his hand gently stroked between your shoulder blades as he kissed your head. “You want coffee?”

“Oh, yes please.” You sighed happily.

Paul kissed the top of your head just before you turned away so he could leave the bed. Minutes later he returned to you, fresh faced from cool water, a minty scent to his kiss and a mug of delicious Mexican coffee in his hands for you both.

You ordered your room service and sat on the veranda with your mugs, the ocean lapping the shore with high tide. You glanced at Paul, his sunglasses wrapped over his eyes, his bare and newly tattooed chest flexing unknowingly. Your heat pooled at the thought of what he could do to you with the flip of a switch.

“You want a photo?” He smirked a little.

“Just admiring the view.” You popped a shoulder.

He snorted as he lifted his mug to his lips.

The morning carried on. Breakfast on the veranda, topless sun bathing for you on the lounge chairs next to your dipping pool. This time it was Disco who cheekily quipped about taking a photo.

For the time that you sunbathed, your mom spammed your phones with images from CJ's game. Your heart ached a little knowing you hadn’t been able to make him his usual special pre-soccer breakfast, and undoubtedly Paul's had to have been missing being there to watch and cheer on. But your boy looked tough out there, enjoying the game. Jack seemed to be the faithful cheerleader sat atop his Papa's lap in the still images while the grainy video showed an assisted goal.

And then you let out a little gasp as the latest video came through.

“Paul…he got the ‘Man of the Match’ award.”

You watched as his face expressed pride and a hint of sadness. "I can't wait to talk to him!"

“He’s so happy…look!” You passed your phone over for him to watch CJ accept his little trophy from the coach.

Almost simultaneously, Paul’s phone pinged with a message from his Dad with a great photo of CJ and Jack. CJ’s kit was a little dirty with grass stains and various other marks from the game, his face was sweaty but his grin was enormous as was Jack’s as they stood next to one another, CJ’s trophy held in his hands.

"Oh, Sugar, look at this one," Paul turned his phone toward your line of sight.

You gasped at the happy photo in surprise. "My babies."

“Maybe this means we can both start going to watch now, and you’ll get to see him play more than you do.” Paul shrugged, a hopeful tone to his voice.

"I'd love that. It's frustrating when Jack can't sit there and just watch or play with his toys when he's disinterested. I miss half the match."

“I know.” Paul wrinkled his nose, before he snorted, “remember the last time when you gave up and decided you’d just stay home?”

“Don’t remind me.” You groaned at the memory. Jack had been playing with his truck, or so you had thought. You’d been watching the game when the referee had blown to halt. At the same time, loud laughter had rung out and you’d turned to see Jack was on the pitch running towards CJ with a water bottle, trying to squirt him with it.

Paul laughed, “Ceej was so mad, remember him declaring Jack was officially banned forever?”

"Oh I honestly can't forget it." Your head fell into your hands. "I love those stinkers. We've been so lucky really. From how hard it was to have CJ to how fast Jack came out, I'd do it all again."

“Yeah?” Paul grinned, “I mean, we could always…you know…” he wriggled his eyebrows.

You popped your shoulders, "yeah, I think I want one more. But it's not a have to thing either. Just if it happens it happens and if it doesn't in the next year, we're done. What do you think? How do you feel about it?"

“I’d have a football team full with you.” He grinned, “a team of disco balls.”

You smiled warmly, and when you opened your mouth to say something, your phone started chiming for a FaceTime from your mom's number.

“Oh, it’s mom…” you sat up and grabbed a towel, holding it round you to cover your bare chest. When you answered, immediately CJ’s excited face and voice blared out of your phone as Paul moved so he could see.

"Hey, Pal!" Paul grinned. "How was it?"

“We won, five nil! And I didn’t score any but I helped with three and I also stopped their side scoring as I kicked it off the line!”

"That's great, Ceej! So proud of you, bud! Nanny was sending us the videos so we can watch later!"

“And I won player of the match!”

"Oh my gosh, That's great, baby!" You chimed in. "I'm so proud of you, Connor!"

He beamed as Jack then pushed his way into the picture. “I hit the nasty boy.” He grinned, proudly.

"What?!" You and Paul shouted.

Hastily the phone was taken and it was your dad then who was looking at you, his face a mixture of amusement and sheepishness. You could hear Big Jim in the background with your mom, and you waited.

“Well…to be fair, the kid asked for it…” he began.

"Nice way to start the conversation, Dad."

“So, there was a bit of a commotion on the pitch, and this kid shoved CJ over then kicked him. We got a little distracted. Jim was shouting at the ref, I was trying to stop your mom running on the pitch to see if Connor was okay…and somewhere in the middle of it all, Jack barrelled straight on and ran over. Punched the kid straight in the gut.”

“Great right hook…” you heard Jim add.

"Oh my God," you cringed, mortified and now concerned there would be repercussions from the boy's family.

Paul, however, let out a snort. “Any trouble?”

“Well, said boy started crying like a right baby,” your dad chuckled, “Jim and the kids dad went on the pitch to sort it out. He then cried even more when he got a red card for pushing and kicking CJ. No hard feelings though, Jim took CJ over afterwards to shake his hand. We also took Jack to apologise.”

"Oh good." You sighed in relief.

“And he did.” Your dad was now actively fighting back his laughter. “Here, Jack Jack, tell mommy and daddy what you said.”

Jacks face filled the screen and he grinned. “I saids sowee.”

“And?” Your dad prompted, “what else did you say?”

“Whats Daddy says. Ack-shuns has con-see-quentzez.”

You bit back the laugh as Paul snorted next to you.

“They do…you’re right.” You licked your lips. “But you can’t just hit people, baby.”

“He hurts Ceej.” Jack frowned

"I know. This time you're not in trouble, but you can't always do that." You shook your head.

“Otay.”

“Buddy, let me speak to Ceej, huh?” Paul directed the conversation back to your eldest.

"Otay…”

Jack disappeared and Ceej’s face once more filled the screen.

“That douchebag hurt you when he kicked you?”

"Paul!" You scolded at his douchebag comment

“What?“ he gasped as CJ cackled.

“A little…” he grinned, “I got a bruise on my leg…look…” the phone panned down and CJ showed you the mark just above his knee, in the space between his socks and his shorts.

You shook your head and groaned. "Get some ice on that, baby."

“It’s okay, mommy. Nanna says she has some stuff to help the bruises. But…he did say some mean things before he pushed me. He was real mad coz I tackled him.”

You frowned, "What'd he say?"

“Well, he called me a rude name…and then said his dad would beat my dad up.”

“He sounds like a peach.” Paul scoffed.

“But I said my dad was a police officer and he could beat anyone up.”

Besides you, Paul grinned with pride. "Oh, Connor." You chuckled.

Connor shrugged. “But I didn’t swears at him like he did to me. Grumpy said he was just a rude little moron.”

"Grumpy's not wrong." Paul agreed.

“So, what are you doing tonight?” You hastily changed the subject before Paul could carry on.

“Papa says that grumpy and nanny is coming over to their house for food and drinks.” CJ beamed, “and we’re getting tacos!”

"Who doesn't love tacos!" You beamed.

“I nots want tacos!” Jack spoke as he pushed his way back into the frame. “I’ms getting fan-jee-tas!”

“Jack, you don't like those! You just want chicken and red peppers." You shook your head.

“No!” He frowned, “I wants dem!”

You started to try and explain but Paul hushed you by placing his hand on your shoulder. “Your mom knows.” He said gently, “leave him be, babe.”

“I gets dats and grab-a-moley.”

“You love guacamole,” you chuckled before you sighed, “we can’t wait to see you both tomorrow. We’ve missed you.”

CJ smiled, “we can have a movie night?”

“Absolutely.” Paul smiled.

"You guys enjoy your last day. We'll see you tomorrow!" You mom popped into frame.

“Thanks mom…” you took a deep breath. “Sorry there was trouble today.”

"There was nothing of the sort."

“Okay…” you bit your lip, “enjoy your evening, sounds like you guys have fun planned.”

“Don’t let my dad drink too much scotch. He can’t handle it like he used to.” Paul grinned.

“You cheeky little shit.” Came Jim’s reply off screen followed by Jack’s loud yell.

“Dass a no-no.”

“Yeah, what you gonna do about it?” Jim shot back, his tone playful.

“Yous needs da bad word jar!” Jack continued.

“You tell him, son!” Paul laughed.

Loud giggles and shrieks came from off the camera as no doubt Jack was now wrestling with his Grumpy and you chuckled.

“Love you guys, see you soon!”

The screen went dark as the line cut off and you chuffed as you shook your head, then rest it against Paul's bicep. “So maybe Jack doing karate isn’t quite such a good idea.” You scoffed as your husband roared with laughter.

Paul pressed his lips to the crown of your head with a deep chuckle, "I think it'll be good for him."

“He just hit some kid, like what, two, three years older than him?”

“He was sticking up for his big bro. I’m not gonna lie, Sugar, it makes me both proud and very happy to hear.”

"Alright, you're right," you groaned. "But if it becomes a habit, you're on the hook for it, got it?"

“I will take the full consequences of my actions.” He smirked

"Deal." You sat up on your knees from the lounger and then stood. "Let's get some drinks and head to the beach?"

“Sounds good.”

You grabbed your sarong and bikini top, fixing them both as Paul grabbed his tee. He slipped it over his thick and cut frame before following you out the villa.

 ****

Part 3 KINKTOBER DAY 5

#rock n roll people in a disco world #paul diskant fan fiction #paul diskant x you #paul diskant x reader #paul diskant #street kings fan fic

[jackiequick]

A Loving Morning with Mr & Mrs. Hangman 💕 • Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin fanfic

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Amber ‘Skysolo’ Kazansky, Hangman x Iceman’s Daughter, Hangman x OC

Setting: A Future fanfic (a year or so after meeting at Top Gun), Established relationship

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun Maverick (2022)

Holiday: Valentine’s Day

—

To say Jake was excited about today was a understatement. Valentine’s Day wasn’t something he was always into, thinking it was a cheap shot way for marketing purposes to use have couples waste money on each other, giving expectations on how love should be and raise the prices on certain items like chocolates and flowers. And they wasn’t wrong, but today felt special because of a certain someone. The certain someone who took his breath away from day one, the moment he saw her at the bar. Amber Kazansky, his angel. To her, he was her happy go lucky flyboy. This man was head over heels in love for his fine lady, he had plans for a simple sweet day.

He woke up early in the morning, well earlier than he’s used to doing, went on a morning jog with a few of his teammates while they’re special lovers stayed in bed asleep or awake starting their day. Jake went to the grocery store to pick up the milk and some bread, and even brought a couple of flowers. He arrived home to their nice home quietly humming a sweet tune that played on his playlist, preparing a tray with food and drinks.

Two grilled cheese sandwiches, two glasses of orange juice, it was too early for champagne, and a bouquet of flowers. Before heading up the stairs, he glanced around his nicely sizable home, two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a sweet living room across with a fireplace from a open spaced kitchen. Outside from the view to his life going up the stairs you can see from the very window a freshly cut backyard with a small garden nearby filled with flowers and a growing apple tree. Jake smiled to himself, not thinking he would get to share his life and stay stationed out here in the North Island with her but he’s thankful he is. He stepped up the stairs slowly trying not to make sound and keep his balance with the tray he carried, once he opened the door he saw his angel falling in and out of sleep, but still slumbering in bed. He smiled softly to himself stepping into the bedroom, placing the tray on the bedside table and sat on the edge of the bed.

Jake leaned down pushing a few baby blonde hairs away her face and kissed her forehead. “Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.” He said chuckling seeing her nose scrunch up while trying to pull the covers over her face, as he stopped her, “No can do, missy. Eggs and Bakey.”

“I don’t smell eggs and bakey..I feel bread and cheese.” Amber mumbling as her grumbling frown from being waken up turned into a smile as the smell of breakfast hit her nose, slowly prying her eyes open, “You lie. I smell..flowers?”

“Mhmmm. Flowers, and I didn’t lie completely, we do have eggs and bacons just didn’t have time to bake them yet. Uh, morning!”

“Good morning, flyboy.” Amber sat up rubbing her eyes and smiled at him, softly taking in the brightness of the bedroom coming in from the double windowsills, “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, darling!” Jake smiled softly, noticing how funny, they both look with their messy hair sticking up in places, “I made breakfast, hope you like it.”

“I’mma like it. I’m hungry and been waiting for you to get home to eat breakfast.”

“You’ve been awake this whole time?!”

“Sorta? I kept falling in and out of sleep for the last half hour.”

Jake joked while placing the tray in front of them and onto the bed, “I can’t trust you! I’m taking the grilled cheese sandwiches back, woman.”

“Oh hush, I can be trusted!” Amber said joked while taking a bite out of her grilled cheese and humming in delight, “Oh god, this taste delicious.”

“Oh god! You are hungry if a simple my grilled cheese sandwiches are taking your breath away.”

“Don’t ruin the yummy moment. I’mma marry you, this is delicious!”

Jake was taking another bite of his mouth of bread and grinned, “Really?! You wanna be Mr and Mrs. Hangman?!”

Amber nodded while swallowing another bite and smiled, “Mhm! Mrs. Hangman and Co. if your gonna be making me more food like this!”

“What’s your ring size?”

“Around a size 5. I got small hands compared to yours, why?”

“I’ll be back!”

—

Hangman ran off and out of the bedroom after stuffing his mouth with grilled cheese as Skysolo confused and concerned. “Hey! Wait! Hangman Seresin get back here!” Skysolo yelled, finishing her sandwich. She went into the hallway quickly finding Jake trying to find his other shoe almost falling on the floor and searching for red socks as he yelled, “Where are you?! I know your hiding somewhere.” Amber ‘Skysolo’ Kazansky stayed their pinching her nose trying not to laugh and questioning her relationship choices seeing how silly Hangman looked.

Hangman whipped his head around confused and a bit offensive, with a slight pout on his lips. He looked like a lost annoyed puppy, looking at her like she was stupid or something, which only made her laugh more. “What you laughing at?” He asked.

“You dummy!” Skysolo asked chuckling, finding his other red sock underneath his small table near the flower pot.

“Huh?”

“Your acting like a crazy man! Running off after I told you my ring size.”

“Cause I’mma buy you a ring, duh!”

“I don’t need a ring, remember that Hangman.”

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Hangman stood up with pride and smiles softly at her, he fell in love with her more in that moment. Jake really did fall more in love with her everyday. He wanted to run around town until he found the perfect sliver crusted darling brightly lit ring in all of California, yes he sounded crazy and he remembers how modern she can be with stuff like this, but still he loved the idea. He said, “Why m’lady you are mistaken. My mama always said if you love someone very much and she loves you, you buy her a ring to symbolize your love! My old man did it with my ma’. Now it’s my turn.”

Skysolo couldn’t be more in love with Hangman that she already was. She remembers at times like this how traditional he can be due to how he grew up and how he was raised. But Amber didn’t need no huge glorified ring, as much as she adored jewelry and could never stop wearing them until she the day she died, she didn’t need anything else as long as she has him. She said, “But baby, I don’t need a ring to have the world know how much you love me, I just need you and your silly self. We can wait as long as we want until we say I do.”

“It won’t be a engagement ring just yet. I’m not that crazy, angel! Jeez what kinda man do you think I am? But! How about a compromise?”

“Oh! I’m listening, Mr Hangman.”

Jake then rushed off to find his dog tags that were in his bag downstairs as Amber followed behind in awe of his idea. She had feeling of what it might be as he smirked. He sat at the nearby coffee table in the center of the living room holding some tools as he got to work. One thing Jake Seresin was, is being a bit of a handyman around the house. She sat behind him, holding tools for him smiling.

Once Jake was done he held up the chain from his dog tags that he turned into a cute little ring. It was simple but held a lot of meaning with it. He shouted with joy,“ Ah ha! For you my lady.”

She chuckles slipping it onto her ring finger and nuzzled up close to him. He wrapped his arms around his princess. She smiled at her flyboy with awe and joy, “I love it! So I can keep a piece of you wherever I go.”

“Even when I’m far away, I’ll always hold you in my heart. And you will always have a piece me wrapped around your little finger.”

“Thank you, Mr. Hangman.” She said leaning into for a sweet gentle kiss.

“Your welcome, Mrs. Hangman.” He replied closing the gap between them with a special kiss, then continued, “And when I do actually propose we can replace that one for a ginormous rock on your finger.”

“Or! I just place that new ring on top of this, so I can keep both.”

“Fine by me. Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, handsome.”

The rest of the day went very well. A picnic in the park, a walk along the beachside and dancing in the kitchen before they pair had dinner. Which consisted on delicious pizza they ordered and a few comedic pieces of media on Tv.

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Happy Love Day everyone! Thanks for reading 💕 I hope you liked it and hopefully stick around for more in the future.

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#top gun maverick au #top gun maverick fanfiction #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin au #jake seresin fluff #hangman x oc #hangman fluff #hangman imagine #iceman lives #iceman kazansky #iceman daughter #valentines day #glen powell #diana agron

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toying with some backstory for Caibos and Caloma. I think having them be on Corellia pre-story would be fun for Reasons. don't ask me how they got there it's a work in progress

There was a Jedi in the Gilded Descent casino.

This was not unusual, at least in the years since Padawan Caloma had reached an age where she was allowed into the casino. Caloma never played, of course. Even if she cut herself off from the Force completely to do so, the house would never believe she had. She merely bought enough drinks to justify her presence on their terms, and made herself the life of the party to satisfy her own terms. She did feel a little guilty at the number of impressionable young Corellian men who thought that having a Jedi on their lap might bring them luck. Still, if they didn’t listen when she impressed the truth upon them, that was hardly her fault.

Most of the masters who had trained Caloma thought she needed more moderation, but Caloma thought she did well avoiding attachment or undue passion. She had fun, of course – a few drinks, some dancing, trading kisses with whatever boy didn’t mind the massive burn scar across one side of her face – but she never spent too much time with any one partner, and she always made it clear to them that it never went beyond fun. The Jedi code didn’t forbid happiness, after all. It just wanted her to be sensible and detached about it, to never put her own happiness above others’. Caloma could do that.

And so, those who frequented casinos and cantinas in this corner of Corellia were accustomed to the sight of a young, heavily-made-up Twi’lek laughing and dancing the nights away in spite of her austere brown robes and the lightsabre at her hip. It didn’t occur to anyone, until Caloma gleefully announced it as she downed her second shot, that this night was any different.

“Well, I’ve got to enjoy it as much as I can now,” she said after she’d swallowed, grinning at one of the few men whose interests had turned to friendship after their few nights of fun were over. “I’ll be gone tomorrow.”

“What?” Cole said. “No. You didn’t mention this!”

“I did! I talk all the time about how I’m getting my own Jedi Master soon,” she giggled. “Weren’t you listening?”

“I thought you’d be apprenticing here,” Cole said. “Is there a Jedi enclave somewhere else on the planet?"

“You’re asking about Green Jedi, and they’re all over,” Caloma said. “But I’m not staying with them.”

They’d offered, of course. Caloma’s training had been almost entirely on Corellia, and she was more familiar with the Green Jedi than most padawans. But Caibos didn’t want to stay, because on a boy descended from Sith purebloods (impureblood, he called himself sometimes) the love Green Jedi had for their planet looked like passion, and where Caibos went so would Caloma. She’d promise that a long time ago.

But those thoughts were sad thoughts, and Caloma was here to have a good night. So she planted a cheerful kiss on Cole’s cheek and downed the last shot she’d ordered.

“No bars on Tython,” she said. “I assume. So I have to take advantage when I can! Who knows how long I’ll be training with my master.”

Satisfied that the conversation was wrapped up and she wouldn’t have to think about Caibos or Vyme or leaving Corellia anymore, she dragged her friend away from the bar. It was time to play roulette spectator, and maybe wingman for Cole. They had similar taste in men. Caloma liked the nights when she could find one for her and one for him, and it would feel like a good send-off.

Her hopes were dashed when the crowd started to ripple with unsettled whispers. Cole, not prohibited from gambling the way Caloma was, looked up from the table with his chips forgotten in his hand as the crowd parted, a bubble of silence in a larger bubble of murmuring.

“Is that…” Cole trailed off. Caloma didn’t need him to finish. She knew the noises being made intimately, and even more the awkward silence. She knew who was coming before she saw the fleshy tendrils on his chin, the sun-roughened red skin, or the long dark red hair he kept tied back in a way that made him look older than his fifteen years. She pushed herself away from the table, scowling.

“Caibos!” she snapped, seizing his arm. “What are you doing here? Who let you in?”

“I’m here on Jedi business,” he said in that self-important tone he’d been working on since his voice first hinted at dropping.

“Is that what you told them at the door?”

“Master Idhess sent me,” Caibos said. He lifted his chin defiantly. “Callie, we’re leaving for Tython tomorrow.”

“All the more reason to say goodbye to Corellia tonight,” Caloma said. “Caibos, you are way too young to be in here. Go home.”

“Not without you!”

Master Idhess had been smart, sending Caibos. Caloma couldn’t deny those pleading orange eyes. Not after practically raising him.

“Let me say good night to my friend,” Caloma said. It was a blessing only Cole had been in town, apparently. It meant she could get Caibos out that much sooner.

“Sorry, Cole,” she told him, giving him another kiss on the cheek. “My brother. Certain prodigies are also shipping out for Tython tomorrow and think that their curfews apply to those of us who aren’t fifteen years old.” She glared at Caibos past Cole’s head. Caibos glared back. Cole, who had never had occasion to meet Caibos before, looked between them in confusion and slight alarm.

“Your – brother?”

Someday Caloma would get up the courage to say the joke that always sprang to mind: You don’t see the resemblance? She’d tap her cheek as she said it, drawing attention to the matching burn scars on both their faces. But that would mean inviting people to look, and Caloma hated to do that. So instead she responded as she always did:

"The Jedi Order is my family, and Caibos and I have known each other longer than we’ve been a part of it. I’m sure I’ll see you again, Cole. Maybe once I’m knighted!”

He smiled, and to Caloma’s relief didn’t push for details on Caibos’ origins.

“I’m sure that’ll be soon, knowing you,” he said. “Take care of yourself, Caloma.” ---

The walk back to the Green Jedi enclave was tense.

“You’re angry with me,” Caibos ventured at last.

“I’m not angry with you, Caibos,” Caloma said. Her lekku were still enough as she walked that she must have been holding them still; her strides were long enough that Caibos had to hurry to keep up. He doubted her words very much.

“I did not mean to… interrupt you,” he said awkwardly. He wasn’t certain it was true. What had he been there for, if not to interrupt? “Your goodbye, that is. It’s just – perhaps a Jedi – “

“Caibos, a Jedi is not forbidden every pleasure under the suns,” Caloma interrupted with a huff. She whirled to face him, and he halted so quickly he stumbled trying not to run into her. “I have no attachment, though I have compassion for everyone I meet. I don’t get angry on these nights out. I don’t hurt people. I certainly don’t touch the Dark Side. I can survive a life without those – those little pleasures, those silly things in there. I’ve done it before. But why should I when I don’t have to? Why should we not remind ourselves of how much joy there is in this galaxy we’re supposed to protect?”

“Why do you only find joy when you’re drunk?”

Caibos regretted it as soon as he said it. Caloma’s already-thunderous face darkened further, and without another word to him she whipped around and stalked off down the dark sidestreets of Corellia. Caibos groaned and ran after her.

“Callie, I’m sorry!” he said.

“You’ve got what you wanted,” she called over her shoulder. “Don’t bother.”

“I wanted –“

She put on a burst of Force-influenced speed, and Caibos sighed as she rounded the corner. She’d always been better at that than him.

“I wanted to spend time with you tonight before we go to our separate masters,” he said to the smoggy night air.

He knew, of course, that it would have been easier to get what he wanted if he’d kept his mouth shut about her drinking habits. It wasn’t even that she was an alcoholic, or at least Caibos didn’t think so. He just worried about her.

“Be honest,” he grumbled to himself, kicking a rock aimlessly as he trudged homeward. “You just hate that she gets to be imperfect.”

Caibos had always been a prodigy. Where Caloma’s Force-sensitivity had been easy for her to hide from the Sith, his had been a blaring signal, and the impetus of their escape from slavery. He had few memories of those days – only a dark, rainy planet and an orange-red face that was smoother than his own. Caibos looked nothing like his human mother, unlike his older brother. With the Force practically bursting from him, he’d have been made the perfect Sith.

His mother had refused to allow that, and she’d sacrificed everything to get her two children and Caloma off-world. Not that Caibos’ brother had appreciated her efforts – but it didn’t matter. It didn’t. Caibos was here, and a Jedi, and free.

It was just that he couldn’t afford a single mistake. No passionate outbursts for him, not like Caloma had just let loose. No nights out, even if he was old enough. And Caibos didn’t mind it, really. He believed in the Force. He trusted in the Jedi way. It had never steered him wrong.

He just wished Caloma wasn’t so adamant that she deserved to let loose whenever she pleased, because all it did was make everyone eye him as though Callie’s influence would cause his Sith nature to shine through. Or worse – that Callie’s personality had been his fault all along.

“It’s fine,” he told himself. He just needed to get home and sleep. This was the last night this would be his home, after all. Even if he’d wanted to stay, the Green Jedi’s devotion to one planet would look too much like attachment and obsession on his tendrilled face. He shouldn’t waste this last moment on bitter thoughts that the Jedi didn’t deserve.

#my ocs #swtor oc #my writing #caibos: he should be at the club #caloma: beware the party girl #swtor #caloma is. So Much. she's hard to write because we're very different people but oh man look at those coping mechanisms go

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I went back through some old docs and revamped the garycato story outline, because apparently having school stuff to avoid is vital to my writing process.

Here is the meet cute that I wrote two years ago and am not going to change.

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Avocato sighed as he slumped forward over his drink. Usually he saw his son first thing after a job, but he was on overnight fieldtrip. So instead of lying awake in an empty house he found himself a drink at the nearest bar. He planned to peacefully drink the night away, until a body slammed into the seat next to him.

“This seat taken?” a blonde human tilted his head at him and stretched his arms across the counter. His flushed face betraying his lack of sobriety.

“You’re already sitting,” he raised an eyebrow as the man grinned at him. He turned away to wave down the bartender and Avocato kissed his quiet night goodbye.

The drink the man got was some fruity thing colored an unnatural blue that almost matched the skintight shirt he had beneath his jacket. The way he immediately slurped half of it down almost restored Avocato's hope for solitude, but he turned to face him just as quickly.

“So, what's your deal? You here alone or were you just feeling the cool and mysterious vibe today,” he wiggled the fingers of his unoccupied hand as he spoke.

“I was feeling more of a having a drink without interruption vibe.”

The man skipped right over the dismissal. “Ah, so you’re alone. It’s okay, we can ride this lonely night together!” he stuck his hand out. “Name's Gary, Gary Goodspeed.” Avocato didn’t take his hand. He pouted. “Do handsome cat men not have names?”

“I'm ventrexian, not a cat,” he snapped. He’d heard every pun under the sun within his first month on earth.

“Handsome ven-tracks-Ian then,” his smile remained plastered firmly in place.

“…Avocato,” he gave up. The resulting grin was brighter than the flashing lights on the opposite side of the bar. It was kind of cute, if he was being honest.

“Avacato? That’s ado-" he caught a warning look, “ah- awesome! That's an awesome name.” The way Gary’s cheeks puffed out as he awkwardly looked away while stumbling through his correction almost made him snort. He turned back to his drink.

Avocato was allowed a few minutes of the only sound he had to put up with being the ambient noise of the other bar patrons and pulsing music. The man next to him ordered another fruity drink, pink this time, and quietly slurped away until he took pity on him. “So what's your deal? You here alone or did you decide that you were into cool and mysterious vibes today?” Gary's grin as he began to respond with flailing arms made Avocato's lips quirk up just a bit.

“I just wanted to get out for the night, y’know? It was kind of a last minute decision. My daughter is out for the night so I decided I might as well make the most of it. My son might be trashing the house right now though, he was pretty adamant about me leaving,” he laughed and ran a hand through his hair. Avocato leaned his elbow against the table to rest his head against his hand.

“You have teenagers?”

“Yeah, they’re the best,” he responds quickly but then trails off a bit. “I’ve actually only been taking care of them for two years. It’s a long story,” the sincere look in his eyes was easily recognizable as he spoke his next words. “but I love them a lot. I’d do anything for them.”

Avocato did smile this time. “My boy's turning 15 this year.” Gary grinned.

“That’s how old my daughter is! Are you and your boy from off world?”

“We’ve been here about 6 months,” He frowned as he spoke, the circumstances of their arrival not being something he liked to think about despite how much time he spent dwelling on it.

Gary nodded, thinking on his next words as he took in his new bro's expression. “My son was 15 when I brought them here. I wasn’t able to help them adjust much, spent the last few years before in space and never really had the kind of life I wanted for them here. But he’s done pretty well. Kids will be kids no matter where they are, as long as they have room to be.”

“Yeah…

The conversation shifted between more drinks and a song that Avocato actually found tolerable. The night drifted past until the last round was called and Gary, now a giggling mess, dragged them out to his car.

“You can’t possibly plan to drive like this.”

“Don’t worry!” he shoved him into the backseat before clambering in after him. “HUE!”

“You know Gary, I am a highly advanced AI made for interstellar battleships,” a robotic voice drawled as the dashboard lit up. “Piloting such an inferior vehicle is not a productive use of my time.”

Gary blew a raspberry. “You wouldn’t be doing anything else any way Hue. Besides look,” he twisted his body so he could pull Avocato closer. “I made a friend,” he drew out the word friend in a breathy way that gave it several extra syllables.

“Yes, I can see that Gary. Good job, you can have a cookie when you get home.”

“Yesh,” he slurred as he slumped his body against Avocato, who smiled at the weird interaction.

“Were is your destination, Gary?”

“Hmm, Brocato,” he grabbed him dramatically. “Are you ready to go on an adventure?”

He smirked. “You got it, baby.”

Avocato woke up to a comfortable but unfamiliar warmth. He curled himself tighter around it and allowed a low rumble to spread through his throat. His half asleep brain thought to stay like this forever. Until he heard a soft gasp from just below his face.

“Bro, are you purring?”

Avocato bolted up straight to stare at the grinning man bellow him. The grinning, naked man below him.

“Fuck,” he ran his hands across his face with a groan as the last night’s events caught up to him.

“Uh, you okay brocato?”

He stared at the blonde before sighing and falling backwards into his pillows. “I was literally inside you less then 8 hours ago, don’t call me bro.”

Gary leaned up on his elbow to look at the clock on the bedside table. “Mm, like 8 hours and 20 minutes ago, actually,” his smile turned smug as Avocato glared at him. He pushed him off the bed.

“What the frick, bro?”

“You were warned,” he closed his eyes and waited with a smirk for the man to start dramatically yelling about betrayal. When it didn’t come though he turned over to find Gary having slid his underwear back on and fishing under the bed for where his pants had fallen. He watched as he shimmied into them with a frown. “That wasn’t meant to kick you out you know.”

Gary turned to him, “Yeah, I know. But Fox should be awake by now and I didn’t exactly tell him I wasn’t coming home last night.” He fished his phone from his pocket, scrolling through his notifications before sliding it to Avocato. “But if you want a round two some other time you could give me your number?” He bit his lip, he wouldn’t be surprised at a rejection.

But Avocato took the phone from him right away. Gary grinned and set himself to search for his shirt. He was pretty sure he had it on when he entered the room. Before he could find it Avocato handed back his phone, and then found his shirt stuck behind the pillows shortly after.

Within an hour he got a text from an unknown number, “the walk of shame is a whole other level of embarrassing when your son spins around in your office chair to ask you where you’ve been.”

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I think im going to go the series route with it. The first part is probably going to be around 30k and I don't feel like splitting it into chapters. And while I was originally thinking 2 big chunks, the other pieces I want don't really flow together well. So a 30k one, then a 10k one, and I'm not sure how long the two after will be (I haven't outlined that far).

I will post it on ao3 eventually probably. Or not. Idk.

I'm keeping it fun and tropey outside of a few angsty story beats. There will be a breakup and then a parent trap but no relationship issues beyond that.

#fanfiction #garycato #final space #gary goodspeed #avocato #single dads to lovers

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Your eyes in my life - Chapter 17

Summary - The night of Kim’s final layover as a flight attendant ended with a one night stand with a stranger she met across a bar.

6 years later, that same stranger walked into the 21st District and was assigned as her new Rookie and her life was thrown upside down. She hadn’t seen Adam since that night in LA. But she saw his eyes every day. In the eyes of their daughter.

Chapters - 17/?

Chapter Summary - Adam goes to confront his father about stalking him and Annabelle at the park. AO3 Link

‘So you’ve got a kid then,’ Bob said, his voice cold and a hint of a smirk played on his lips.

‘And you thought the best way to find out the answer to that question was to stalk us at the park. She saw you by the way, and you terrified her. You could have called like a normal person,’ Adam said, trying to keep his anger under control but with the smirk still on his father’s face, he wanted nothing more than to wipe it off. ‘How did you know we were there anyway?’

‘One of my buddies said he saw you and that lady cop at the park the other day, a kid with you. I assumed you were just trying to get into her pants and the kid was just baggage,’ he laughed as he took a swig from the bottle. ‘But by the look of that kid, you’ve already been in them.’

Adam’s fists clenched. ‘Don’t talk about Kim like that. She’s twice the cop you could ever hope to be,’ he said through gritted teeth.

‘So you’re not denying that the kid is yours though,’ Bob asked, the accusation obvious in his tone.

‘Yes, she’s mine. You’re a grandfather, I’d say congratulations but considering how you’re never going to meet her,’ Adam snapped, ‘seems pointless doesn’t it’. It felt good anytime he got to stand up to his father, he had spent far too many years letting him walk all over him.

‘That any way to talk to your old man?’ Bob said, his steely eyes focused on Adam.

‘My old man,’ Adam laughed hollowly. ‘My old man who just scared my daughter. That’s exactly how I’m going to talk to you. Stay away from her. Stay away from Kim and stay away from me.’ He turned on his heel and started to walk back down the porch steps, he had nothing else to say.

‘Don’t come crying to me when they decide they want nothing to do with you,’ Bob yelled after him.

‘They won’t, because unlike you, I put in the effort. I put them first and I always will.’ He spat back over his shoulder, the anger bubbling through him. ‘They’re my family.’ And with that he continued towards his Jeep, ignoring the shouts from Bob behind him. He breathed deeply when he finally made it to the car, opening the door and noticed his hand was shaking.

He pulled out his phone to send a text, trying to steady his hand as he did so.

Adam Ruzek - He won’t bother us again. I’ll be over in 30. I’m bringing pizza.

Kim Burgess - Okay, drive safe.

He smiled as he tucked his phone away again. It was time to return to his family.

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The pizza place that Annabelle had proudly declared was her favourite was only 5 minutes from Kim’s place and he knew it wouldn’t take long to collect a couple of pies and take them back, he just needed some time to stew first.

His hands were still shaking, clutched tightly to the wheel, the car parked up on a side street just a couple of blocks over from his father’s house. He didn’t want his daughter, or Kim, to see him so worked up. But this was how his father always made him feel; furious and uncomfortable in his own skin. He had meant everything he had said, he wanted nothing further to do with him and he wasn’t having him anywhere near Annabelle.

He had tried before to cut Bob out of his life, but they had always been half-hearted attempts and Adam knew the reason why. He was the only family he had left, at least that he had any contact with. He didn’t blame his sister for hightailing it out of Chicago and cutting ties with everyone. He envied her in a way, but he loved this city too much to ever say goodbye to it. And as much as Adam didn’t want his father in his life, the idea of being completely alone terrified him.

He wasn’t alone anymore though. He was a father himself, he had a kid. And he had Kim. Sure, it wasn’t the most straight forward of situations but there was one thing he knew for certain. They were his family and they were the most important people in his life now.

That thought comforted him. Family hadn’t always been the most comforting of thoughts for Adam, he’d had a far too complicated childhood for it to resonate with him in that way. But now it did. Now it was the promises of days out at the parks, pizza on the couch and more ice cream than anyone could eat. It was warm and it was home. Adam smiled as he shifted the car into drive, he wanted to get back to that now.

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‘I come bearing pizza!’ Adam said cheerfully when Kim opened the door, her smile welcoming and her eyes soft.

‘Yay!’ Annabelle exclaimed from where she had been sitting on the couch. ‘Did you get my favourite?’

‘Of course, sausage for you and plain cheese for your boring Mom,’ Adam said, winking at Kim and proceeding into the kitchen.

‘I’m not boring,’ Kim said in mock offence, swatting Adam lightly on his shoulder.

‘Well cheese is a bit boring Mommy,’ Annabelle said thoughtfully as Adam laughed.

‘What the princess says goes I’m afraid,’ Adam smiled. This was family, he thought, everyone happy and smiling, the atmosphere warm and inviting. There was no undertone that if someone said the wrong thing or looked at the wrong person then it would all kick off.

‘Now if you ask nicely I’m sure your Mom will let you eat at the coffee table so you can carry on watching your movie,’ Adam said to Annabelle who turned to Kim, Kim nodding in response. ‘Mom and I will be over in a bit okay?’ Annabelle smiled and nodded her head excitedly.

‘I won’t make a mess,’ she promised and skipped over to take a seat on the floor, resting her pizza on the coffee table, her focus firmly back on the screen.

‘How did it go?’ Kim asked as soon as Annabelle was occupied. She reached out and put a comforting hand on Adam’s elbow, he tried to ignore the ease at which she touched him these days. He didn’t want to bring it up for fear it might stop if he mentioned anything and that was the last thing he wanted.

‘One of his buddies had said he saw us so he came to see if it was true,’ Adam said under his breath, his eyes darting over to check on his daughter as he spoke. ‘I told him he scared her and we wanted nothing to do with him. He was never going to get to know her and he was out of my life for good.’

‘Oh Adam I’m sorry,’ Kim said apologetically.

‘Don’t be,’ he smiled softly, ‘I should have done it years ago but he was the only family I had in the city so I tried to keep that link you know, so I wouldn’t be alone.’

‘Yeah I get it,’ Kim murmured, glancing over at Annabelle. ‘Well you have us now Adam, we’re your family.’

‘That’s what I said to him.’

‘Well it’s true,’ she smiled up at him, squeezing his arm lightly.

‘Thanks Kim. Oh I don’t think he’ll mention it to anyone at the station because if he admits that he knows about Annabelle and that she’s mine, he’ll have to admit he’s never so much as spoken to her or that he even knows her name. He didn’t even ask,’ Adam added the last sentence quietly as he realised - his father hadn’t even bothered to ask the name of his own grandchild. He shook his head, ‘I’m sure he’s still trying to make out to everyone that he’s father of the year and a grandchild he’s not allowed to talk to isn’t going to enhance that image.’ Adam laughed coldly. It had always been an act with Disco Bob, the outward image being far more important than the actual relationship he had with his kids. ‘But now it’s time for pizza,’ Adam said cheerily, choosing to focus on the family he had right in front of him, not the one he had cut ties with. They were the ones who mattered.

#burzek #Chicago pd #Adam ruzek #Kim burgess #kim x adam #burzek fic #one Chicago #chicago pd fic #burzek fanfic #chicago pd fanfic #burzek fanfiction #chicago pd fanfiction

[jellyfishinajamjar]

The Owl House AU where Luz takes a lot longer to get to the Demon Realm. Everyone is grown up and in covens. Amity is in an arranged marriage to Hunter, and they both hate it.

Then Luz shows up, and they both fall for her.

Or: “Hey, my husband and I saw you from across the bar, and we hate each other’s vibes”

Some ideas:

Hunter is definitely pushing the max life expectancy for Golden Guards. This is helped in part by Amity being smart enough to figure out that every Golden Guard is the exact same height, build, and they all die young. Hunter doesn’t know the specifics, but he knows if Belos finds out he knows anything he would get killed. The two of them keep it a secret.

Hunter and Amity have separate bedrooms but a shared library. They’re good friends they just aren’t in love, and resent the artificiality of their marriage.

With Hunter running the Emperor’s Coven and Amity running Blight Industries, they don’t see each other very much outside of their house (Manor? Castle?)

Edric and Emira got disowned for tarnishing the family image (read: they ran away from Odalia’s abusive bullshit the literal second they turned 18). They couldn’t bring Amity with them, and Odalia made sure she couldn’t leave by getting her married to Hunter. Amity understands, and she’s glad they escaped, but she can’t honestly say she doesn’t hold some resentment for them, both for indirectly causing her arranged marriage and for leaving her behind.

None of the Grimwalkers had ever lived long enough to get proposed to, so Belos had no idea what to do about it. He signed off on it as a way to insure that Blight Industries was firmly under control. He secretly gets something of a kick out of trapping his brother’s grimwalker in a loveless marriage to a witch.

Because their marriage is basically an issue of national security / the Blight’s reputation, they have to keep up appearances as a couple. Odalia threatened the Twins, and Belos threatened Amity. Suffice to say, neither wants to fuck this up.

Speaking of the Twins, they ran away before they could get coven sigils. They do off the record healing for criminals fronted as a veterinary clinic. Edric is the public face, but it’s Emira’s illegal healing that keeps food on the table. Edric feels useless because of that.

Edric fronts in Beastkeeping and Emira in Healing, but since they don’t have sigils they can still do Illusion magic. They use that trick to fake sigils so they can operate semi-above board. They help Eda out on odd jobs / keeping the curse at bay with potions / babysitting King. Both dabble in potions enough to make the Boiling Isles equivalent of black market testosterone for Edric.

Edric is transmasc, and uses illusion magic to help with his image. It was that, coupled with Emira coming out as gay, that forced them to run away from Blight Manor.

I can’t decide if Hunter is out transmasc or transfem and hasn’t ever had the space to figure it out. On one hand if he’s transmasc there’s the angst of unsafe binding, and Luz gets a girlfriend and a boyfriend. On the other hand, if we go transfem there’s Amity helping her realize and helping with her gender expression while they’re in private, plus the angst of never being able to be out in public and the canon typical identity issues.

Willow graduated in the abomination track, but with Gus’s help managed to avoid getting a sigil. She studies plant magic in secret, and got a  concealment stone from the Twins that makes it look like she has an Abomination sigil so she doesn’t get arrested. Because she can’t use the magic she’s actually good at without getting busted, she got a job with the twins in their clinic working the counter. Since the veterinarian service is run at a loss to give plausible deniability to the back ally emergency room / hrt dealer, it’s basically a charity case. She tries to help out wherever she can so she doesn’t feel like dead weight.

Gus and Mattolomule are dating.

Alador is still overworked making abominations, but Amity tries to make it easier on him.

Hunter has Flapjack. He just stumbled onto the Bat Queen while on a patrol and Flapjack stuck with him.

Terra is dead. She got super old and Raine pushed her off a ledge. I don’t know who the new plant coven head is. New plant coven head smokes pot

I’ll add more stuff as I think of it

#toh au #the owl house #toh #arranged marriage au #timeskip au #toh amity #toh hunter #toh luz #toh luz noceda #toh lumity #toh golden light #toh lunter #hunter x luz #luz x hunter #toh edric #toh emira #toh odalia #toh alador #toh emperors coven #toh belos #toh phillip wittebane #toh eda #toh king #toh grimwalker #toh Caleb Wittebane #toh matholomule #toh flapjack #toh transfem hunter

[ithinkabouttzu]

hey hon !! I saw you were doing ships so I figured to submit one ( TP and/or BoB :) )

To get appearance out of the way — I’m 5’7, with short curly dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. I wear glasses, so I love being completely unable to see without them (/s)

I enjoy most if not all forms of creative expression, but writing is the main focus. I’m currently working towards getting my masters in English, so there’s that. That being said, I am also self-taught in art and music, and used to play soccer as well. I really enjoy painting and playing piano primarily :)

Personality wise my MBTI changes all the time so literally all I can put is “XNXP” truthfully — but beyond that I tend to be a pretty blunt and straightforward person. I’m pretty sarcastic and teasing especially with my friends. I’m very openminded and will try anything at least once. I know that the people in my life tend to see me as someone they can go to for advice / solutions because I don’t like to sugarcoat and they expect that sort of honesty from me.

My love languages are acts of service and physical touch especially. I don’t come across as huggy in real life but I am, in fact, very huggy and like to be useful so there’s that. I always felt that Actions speak louder than words when it comes to expressing appreciation, at least from my standing.

Yes thank you so much for your request! Btw I LOVEEE your fic Sad, Beautiful, Tragic. it’s so good omg (Also so sorry about the long wait!)🙃🧡

I ship you with…

Lewis Nixon!

Song recommendation: Perfect - One Direction

- Okay bestie hear me out, but when I was reading your description Nix just popped into my head, Some of the things you mentioned just reminded me of him, and not just that but I think your vibe matches him a lot!

- When he first met you, he would he more calm about his feelings towards you, he’d think to himself like, “Dang, they’re hot” but then I think he would try to dismiss it, he’s seen you around the town before but hasn’t made a move on you yet, just because you’re one of the first people who actually makes him a little nervous

- and also there was another thought in his head that you might already have someone (cause i mean cmon, you’re obviously super attractive, why wouldn’t already have somebody?) and wouldn’t want to be disrespectful towards you if you did already have a partner.

- But I think talking to you would be inevitable at some point, like he can’t just walk around you with out saying something to you forever, you guys would be at a bar or something on the weekend, so you already know it’s PACKED, and you go up to the actual bar to get a drink and that’s when you accidentally bump into him

- You immediately say sorry to him, and he’s just like 😳, he did NOT expect to see you there that night and he was totally unprepared (and we already know this man hates being unprepared)“Are you okay” You would smile at him, and then he’d snap back into reality like, “Oh, yeah, i’m great” His confidence would just burst out of his chest at that point. “How bout I buy you a drink?”

- I think then you guys would be talking all night long, til the bar closes at least. he’d even make sure to not drink too much that way he wouldn’t be blackout drunk in front of you and could talk to you in a somewhat sober way

- Y’all have that fun sarcastic humor so y’all would just be laughing it up in the bar before closing time. It was probably one of the nights where he genuinely had fun talking to someone (other than Dick ofc)

- Just in general though afterwards you guys share that same type of humor, like you guys love to joke around and tease each other, almost like best friends would. Like banter is used A LOT in your guys’ relationship, you guys also know not to take it too far so when you guys do joke around it never actually does turn into a fight/argument.

- you guys are both a very smart couple, but he finds you brilliant, How you can just write up a whole page of words in a couple minutes, is a whole SKILLL to him, he always asks you to read what you’ve written to him after you’ve finished too (if you’re comfortable with reading it ofc)

- he’s almost a little jealous of how smart you are, you’re wayyyy more creative then him and he loves your open minded attitude. When he has a question about anything musical or literature he’s going straight to you to ask.

- He also loves hearing you play piano, he might even ask you to teach him some basics if you want to, it’s so soft and melodic to him he just can’t help but feel peaceful when he listens to your playing, really just any other piece of music you play.

- Both of you have this thing, where you guys aren’t super huggish in public, but when you guys are with each other, y’all are so loving and it’s so cute 🥹 like both of you can leave this adorable side of you, just for the other person to see and it’s heart MELTINGGG

- Lew usually likes to keep the pda minimal around people or in the public, only holding hands, or a hand around your waist, But when you guys are together in private, he’s so much more affectionate to you like cuddles and everything 😭 you see this side of him that he barely shows you anyone else, like this cute and giggly side of him omg.

- He’s also is big about showing you that he cares about the little things in your guys relationship. Like if he stops by a shop and sees a bouqet, with your fav flowers he’ll get them for you, or if you’ve had a bad day he will sit and talk with you and will be there for you in the best way he can.

- he can be a little awkward when it comes to expressing his feelings to you, even though he totally loves you, he feels like he doesn’t ever know what to say, but you never hold that against him, he always try his hardest to show you that he loves you in other ways then just words.

- You like painting? please show him how to paint and he will be GLAD to do it with you sometime, That would also be such a cute date idea, like you and him painting with eachother and then showing one another their finished product after. Your painting would of course look better then his but he would never admit that 🤣

- And if any of the guys need some advice? They’re going straight to you guys if they want the full and honest truth. Y’all are the “OG couple” to some of the younger guys so if it’s anything having to do with relationships and they need some real advice, then they’re going to you guys.

- date nights with this man are always so fun! He can always find things that both you and him enjoy to do and will arrange everything! Honestly for dates your job is to just be there while he does everything else 😭

- But if you try to help him with anything he will not let you at all LMAO like he just wants to treat you like full on royalty and that means you not having to move a single inch for anything the whole entire time, just in general he’s more of a romantic, like giving you his jacket if you’re cold, opening doors, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, little things like that he really enjoys doing for you.

- When he finds out you used to play soccer he is SHOCKED, like he’ll ask you how good you are at it and little questions like that, you might even play him a little bit and just show him the basics of the sport 😭 one thing that he can’t wrap his head around is the fact that you can’t use your hands at all, and if you beat him in a one on one match he will definitely blame it on the fact that he can’t use his hands, “I can’t just use my feet, I feel like i’m gonna trip over this ball!” BAHAHAHA

- But you guys would be so perfect together, like it’s almost like dating your bestfriend, the chemistry is PHENOMENAL and when you guys are together it’s just so natural, neither of you have to act any different then how you guys already are, This relationship overall would be so so nice omg.

Thank you again for your request lovely! I had so much fun making this and i hope you enjoy!! 💛💖🤭

#band of brothers #band of brothers ship #lewis nixon #ithinkabouttzu

[eddysocs]

Volumes (Amara x OC)

Summary: Chuck wants to do away with humanity, but Amara has grown fond of humans, one in particular, so Chuck will just have to start with her.

Word Count: 1,001

Warnings: Angst, threats of violence

Chuck didn’t have to lay a finger on her in order to kill her. Both he and Amara knew that, yet he’d chosen to take her hostage, holding an angel blade across her throat, barring her against him. He could have just snapped his fingers and it all would have been over, but to him this was personal, as if it were some sort of betrayal. Maybe that’s how he saw it. But that’s not how Amara saw things.

Lena had been a wake up call to Amara, a light within the darkness she was made of, and lately, her very reason for being. Now it was left to her to save her light before her brother could snuff it out. With Lena as his prisoner, Amara froze, unsure of her next move. Chuck wasn’t often entirely ruthless, but he was smart and calculating, so she’d have to take that into consideration. This wasn’t about killing Lena. If it was, she’d be dead already. What Amara had to figure out was what this was really about for him.

"Let her go," she finally said, her voice rumbling low as she conveyed the threat behind her words. Let her go and this doesn’t have to end in blood. Chuck shifted the blade in response, now angling its tip upwards, pointing it directly at her throat. He could run it through and leave Amara to watch her sputter and gurgle her way to a slow death, drowning in her own blood. Part of him wanted to. He’d love to see his sister fall apart at witnessing the death of her beloved human. Humans were his creation, not hers, and he’d never been one to share.

"You’d like that, wouldn’t you," Chuck finally said. "Humanity is mine, Amara. When it comes to them, I can do anything I want. All you can do is destroy. That’s all you’ve ever done. And yet you wonder why I locked you away, why I wouldn’t let you play with my toys?"

Amara let out a dry laugh. "Humans aren’t toys," she argued. Chuck cocked an eyebrow. This was the stance she was going to take? Surely not. But Amara didn’t waver. She’d meant it. She was ultimate power and destruction personified and yet she cared about life forms far beneath her. "You may have created them, but they’re not your puppets, Chuck."

The way she had said his chosen name, it stung a little. It was the most human part about him. He wasn’t Light, wasn’t God, but Chuck, a dreadfully human moniker which had been entirely of his own choosing. She really knew how to rub salt in a wound, but all he wanted was to start fresh, recreate everything in a new image. He couldn’t do that if Amara was unwilling to help him. She couldn’t have any attachments. And she may hate him for a while, but he had infinite amounts of time on his hands, so what was he waiting for?

He pressed the blade closer to Lena's throat, now pricking her skin and drawing blood, which trailed down her neck. Amara held her ground. Did she not believe he’d do it? Kill her in cold blood? How foolish. She should know him better than that.

Chuck removed the blade from Lena's throat, her hand reflexively going to the small wound to cover it. So delicate, humans. If he wanted Amara to ever forgive him, he better make Lena's death a quick one.

Just as Lena let go of her mounting fear at her own seemingly imminent demise, Chuck moved to deliver his final —fatal— blow. Lena had barely any time to react. She’d only glimpsed the blade as it caught the light. The same one that had been at her throat was now speeding towards her heart. This was it. Lena braced herself for whatever death would bring, but it all came to a halt with a scream.

This was no horror-movie-heroine scream, but something altogether more guttural, a blood curdling noise that in and of itself felt like it had the power to kill. Lena covered her ears, but even that could not drown it out. The mere force of it sent ripples through the air strong enough to actually feel as they made their way past her. It was then she realized this sound, this inhuman warning call, it was coming from Amara.

When it finally ceased, the silence somehow felt more deafening than the scream itself. Lena had fallen to her knees, shaken, but alive. Chuck was gone, the angel blade dropped in the dirt a few inches from Lena. That feral, banshee cry had been her saving grace. However Amara had managed it, Lena found herself eternally thankful.

With the threat gone and the dust settling, Amara ran to Lena, clutching her up in a hug and pulling her to her feet. Lena clung to Amara as she regained her footing, her arms around her waist, her cheek pressed against Amara's chest as she tried to stop the tears from falling. Amara held her tighter with one arm, while she brought her other hand up to Lena's hair, stroking it in a reassuring manner. "I will never let him hurt you," she promised. The calmness in her tone held an underlying ferocity and protectiveness to it that, had Lena not known her better, she would have found frightening.

Finally, Lena let out her tears. Soft sobs were now the only sound in the clearing where the two of them stood and Lena thought for a moment that perhaps this place would forever be silent because of Amara. Maybe that was as it should be. When her tears began to dry, Lena looked up at Amara. "Take me away from here," she said. Amara smiled softly, nodded and kissed the top of Lena's head. In a blink, they were gone, just the supernaturally disturbed land was left behind, a marker of a showdown where love had triumphed over hate.

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