#YOU CARRIED FROM YOUR CAR UP THE STAIRS AND I BROKE DOWN CRYING

[jomarch-wannabe]

Sold (Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader)

Pairings: Tommy Shelby x Gold's daughter!Reader

Synopsis: The coin lands on tails

Warnings: Smut 🔞(implied age gap, dubcon/noncon, virginity loss, p in v sex, rough sex, cursing, praise kink, sir kink, choking, overstimulation) Angst (anxiety, crying, manipulation, blood loss)

Author's note: I thought of this on a whim one day and went with it. Definitely a darker portrayal of Tommy.. read at your own discretion.

CH. ONE CH. TWO

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“I’m gonna spin a coin for your yard Charlie.”

“You goin’ what?”

“If it’s heads, Abe here takes all this,” Tommy explained with an extended hand, “with my blessing.”

“Tommy!”

“And if it’s tails,” Tommy paused, flicking his eyes to Aberama's cocked brow. “I fuck your daughter Mr. Gold.”

His face fell stone cold at the proposition.

“What’ll it be?” Tommy asked with a smug expression, dragging a cigarette across his lips. “Heads or tails?”

“Heads.” Abbie spat, straightening his posture to assert dominance.

Tommy’s expression remained unchanged as he twirled the coin between his fingers before tossing it in the air, catching it on top of his hand.

His pale blue eyes glinted as he uncovered the coin, facing tails up. In an effort to contain his amusement his tongue poked the inside of his cheek as his eyes flicked up to Abe.

“A deal is a deal.” Abe coughed, adjusting the collar of his coat, clenching his jaw.

Tommy nodded in acknowledgement as his face cast aglow from the flame of his cigarette. Behind the orange glare you could faintly make out the edge of his lips tugging into a smirk.

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Expensive shoes crunched lightly against the gravel of Thomas Shelby’s driveway as you exited your lift. Your breath hitched in nervousness as the car rolled away behind you, disappearing into the darkness.

With a few hesitant steps you made contact with the door, knocking lightly against the wood. After a few moments a maid named Frances let you in, granting your chilled limbs a satisfying warmth in the lit up foyer.

Her hands fell open out of habit, prepared for your coat. The fabric fell off your shoulders with the shrug of your arms, exposing your skin.

She smiled warmly as she received it, turning from you to place it on a rack. With her back to you, you were granted the privacy to unhide your expression. The heaviness of shame dragged the corners of your mouth into a frown.

She turned to you, attentive with her posture and eyes. “Are you here to see Charlie? A sitter perhaps?” Her brows raised in a sort of put on friendliness.

You blinked, thumbing the beads hanging off your dress. “N-no,” you replied shyly, lifting your eyes to meet hers. “I’m here to see Thomas Shelby.”

Her warm expression melted at the realization, the falling of her lips communicated an unspoken sympathy.

You took in a breath, shaky with anticipation. “Might you direct me to his room?”

“Right, of course.” She shook her head in embarrassment, forcing a smile and guiding you with an extended arm.

As you followed behind her and up the stairs, your eyes flicked over the many paintings on the walls. A blonde woman caught your eye. She was beautiful; framed in a circle of moonlight pouring through a nearby window. Your neck craned, following her eyes, as they did you grew nauseous.

“It’s just down the hall there dear,” The maid directed with a pointed finger, dissolving your trance.

Your eyes scanned over the many doors, stopping at one furthest down the hall. An orange glow spread from under the door, illuminating a path on the embroidered carpet.

“Thank you.” You murmured, keeping your eyes down, and starting down the vacant hall.

She hummed as she departed, disappearing carefully down the stairs.

Hesitant steps carried you down the dark corridor. The shaking of your breath broke the stillness of the air as you grew closer to your fate. A throbbing commenced in your head as you stopped, hovering inches from the door.

Black shadows moved at your feet, indicating activity on the other side. Swallowing thickly, you raised your fist to hover against the wood. With a heavy breath you knocked lightly, 2 times. A stirring of bed sheets came through the door, making you freeze.

“Come in.” a masculine voice called out, increasing your heart rate.

With his instruction, you turned the knob, twisting it’s cool handle and pushing it open with a creak. Candlelight lit up his figure as you entered the room.

Your chest rose as your eyes flicked over his shirtless form, sprawled under white bed sheets with a drink in his outstretched arm. He was otherworldly. His taut chest was covered in ripples of muscle, decorated with a tattoo. His firm forearms twitched slightly as he thumbed the glass in his hand. Your posture stiffened as you closed the door behind you, not removing your eyes from him.

“So you’re Gold’s daughter eh?” He asked, although already knowing the answer. His eyes hungrily scanned your body as he awaited a response.

“Y-yes.” You subconsciously played with the hem of your dress as his piercing blue eyes drank you in.

“What’s your name?” The bed springs squeaked as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, reaching to sit his drink on the nightstand.

Your breath hitched at the quiet thud against the wood. “Y/n, sir.”

He was quiet for a moment, suppressing a groan at your pet name. “That’s a lovely name.”

Your eyes wandered to his shifting hips as he neared you, growing taller with every step. The thin white fabric of his boxers scarcely hid the print of his length.

“Y/n.” He repeated to himself, admiring you with parted lips. Your attention moved to him as your name dripped off his tongue. In closeness you could smell his cologne, almost taste it.

I’m curiosity he extended a finger out to brush your cheek, tracing your soft, youthful skin.

The contact made your face burn, unfamiliar with the feeling of a man’s touch.

He pulled away in surprise, studying you with furrowed brows.

His gaze was dominant, powerful, making you feel small and submissive in his presence. His proximity was arousing, close enough to feel his body heat warming yours.

“Are you a virgin?” His voice was low and gravely, making your stomach sink.

You couldn’t help your eyes from watering, both in embarrassment and fear. “Y-yes sir.”

“Fuck.” He groaned, clenching his jaw.

You shifted your weight on each foot, unsure if he was aroused or regretful.

“I’ve never taken a man Mr. Shelby.” With wide, innocent eyes you studied his face. His captivating crystal eyes, his prominent cheek bones, then down to his pink, plump lips, glistening with saliva as he pulled his bottom lip into his teeth.

You mimicked him subconsciously, growing in desire as you studied his masculine features.

His eyes met yours making you gasp softly.

Without warning he closed the gap between you, capturing your mouth in his.

The impact pushed you back slightly, if not for his hand on your back you would have stumbled over.

His breath fanned your cheek as his lips hungrily caressed yours, sucking at your mouth with his.

Your heart pounded with adrenaline, both in arousal and fear.

Your neck craned as you clumsily kissed him back, steadying yourself with your fingers against his shifting jaw.

He groaned at your touch, pulling away from you with a pop. Your eyes fluttered open at his retreat, finding his lust blown pupils, glistening in the amber light.

His hand slid up your back in eagerness, though not rushed, reaching for the top zipper. The feeling of his hands on your body send chills down your skin.

Your dress loosened as he pulled down, nearly exposing your chest if not for your hand catching the falling fabric.

“Wait..” your voice trembled, blinking in fear. His fingers loosened from the zipper at your protest.

“It’s just,” you breathed in, chewing your lip as to not grow upset, “I’m afraid.”

In amusement his mouth curled into a half smile, exposing his teeth, intrigued by your innocence.

Don’t worry love,” he leaned into your ear, muttering lowly with a gravely tone, “I’ve got the best cock in England.”

There wasn’t sarcastic tone in his voice, rather a seriousness, a confidence that rolled off his tongue. The thought made your stomach twist.

“Let me see you.”

You obliged, knowing it was a command and not a suggestion. Slowly, your hand lifted from your chest, allowing the gown the fall down your body.

It hit the floor with a soft thud, exposing your youthful figure. A chill raised on your skin at your bareness, causing you to shiver slightly.

He pulled back from your ear, taking time to admire you. His mouth fell agape as he took you in. Your slender shoulders, narrow hips, and pink nipples, erect in the cool air.

“Christ.”

Instinctually you covered yourself, hiding your breasts and core with trembling hands.

Your couldn’t face him, instead finding your gaze on the floor, watching your feet shift against the velvety carpet.

He shook his head, stepping towards you, bumping into your arms with his abdomen.

Your head tilted at the new angle, finding him looking down at you past his nose. “Don’t hide from me love.”

Your skin warmed as his large hands grasped your wrists, making your heart pound as he easily pulled them from your body.

“I need to fuck that little cunt.” He breathed to himself, exploring his hands up your skin, leaving goosebumps in their place.

Anticipating his cock inside of you made your stomach twist in knots.

His hands stopped at your shoulders, making you stumble backwards as he maneuvered you to the bed. The wood frame met your heels as you met the edge.

“Lay back love,” the force of his hands gently pushed you backwards, lowering you onto the mattress.

You sucked in a breath as the soft comforter swallowed your small frame, leaving you sprawled open. His eyes flicked over you with a predatory gaze, clenching his jaw in arousal as he scanned your body, ready to receive him. Your hair spread underneath you, rippling in soft waves across his sheets.

He worked his boxers down with his thumb, causing your chest to rise as he shuffled the fabric down his thighs.

A patch of dark hair exposed itself at the movement, before finally revealing his half hard cock, bobbing towards his toned abdomen.

Your lips parted in intrigue as he fisted himself a few times, growing hard as his thick fingers stimulated his reddened head.

He let out a withheld breath, dipping the mattress with his weight as he crawled on top of you, trapping you in with his outstretched arms.

Your heart was pounding at a dizzying pace as he closed the space between you. His body heat evaporated his scent, cool with lingering cigarette smoke and whiskey. You breathed him in, foreign to the musk of a man.

“I’ll take good care of you love,” he reassured, pulling your attention to him with a hand in your hair. “don’t worry..” he spoke against your lips, pulling you in for a long kiss.

Your eyes fell closed at the contact. His breath fanned your cheek as he tasted you, groaning lowly as he worked his soft lips against yours.

Imagining his skill made your thighs clench, knowing the amount of women he has been with.

Your squirming under him caught his attention, causing him to break the kiss, hovering inches from your face.

“Are you ready?” He asked, scanning over your face with an eagerness in his turquoise blue eyes.

“I have to be.” You mumbled in an uncertain tone, chewing the inside of your cheek.

He let out a heavy breath as he diverted his eyes from you, reaching for his length. You watched him attentively as he grasped himself, lining up with your open legs.

His other hand pinned down your thighs, making you stuck in a breath as he spread your soft flesh with his firm fingers.

With knit brows he pushed himself into your entrance, making you both gasp.

You fisted the sheets at the unfamiliar pressure, growing in intensity.

“Fuck…” He groaned as he worked into you, stretching out your tight walls with his thick cock.

You whimpered in pain as he buried himself inside of you, not stopping until his thighs touched yours.

He pulled out slightly, making your breath hitch as your insides burned.

The sheets wrestled as he changed positions, resting on his elbows to close the gap between you. His length bumped further into you, making you clench around him.

“Mr. Shelby.. I- I can’t..” you whimpered, writhing under him, looking to ease the feeling of fullness.

“Shh..” he soothed, hovering against your ear “It’ll feel good love, I promise.” His lips met your cheek softly, making you let out a breath.

With a concentration in his brow he pulled out slowly, making you gasp, empty and clenching around nothing.

His thick traps impeded your view, only giving you access to his shifting jaw and taut chest pressing into yours.

He plunged into you again with the bucking of hips, quicker this time, forcing himself inside of you.

You squeaked at the movement, feeling a pressure in your walls as he claimed you.

He began a steady rhythm, chasing pleasure with shaky breaths as he rocked in and out of you at a quick pace.

Your eyes squint shut as he stimulated you, sheathing you with his cock. The hair of his thighs tickled yours as he pounded in and out of you, rocking the bed.

He groaned lowly as you squeezed him, and began to pick up his intensity, harshly colliding with your body.

“Oh fuck..” he groaned with knit brows, fucking you hard. “Good girl, squeeze me like that.”

His praise withdrew a whimper from your throat, encouraging you to slide your hands over his back. Your fingers explored the muscles of his shoulders, shifting with his movements.

The continuous intrusion of his length nudged a spot inside of you, making your toes curl.

“Mr. Shelby..” you whined, holding onto his shifting shoulders for leverage. His body was warm and tough with muscle.

Your sounds encouraged him, and he rutted into you harder, repeatedly hitting that spot inside of you, sending bursts of pleasure down your legs.

Your nails dug into his flesh subconsciously, kneading his skin damp with sweat. He groaned, aroused by the pain of your nails in his flesh.

His breathing labored as he fucked you, fanning your face as his forehead fell against yours. You were spilling in arousal, squelching with his every movement.

Rapid breaths escaped your parted lips. Chasing the feeling, you arched your back, bumping into his chest. His sweat covered skin rubbed against yours as he fucked you.

“Are you close?”

Numb with pleasure your head nodded, unable to form words.

“Good girl..” he praised breathlessly, “good girl..” He rocked into you forcefully, moving your body back and forth on the mattress.

“I’m gonna-“ you paused, stunned by a wave of pleasure from his calculated thrusts, “Mr. Shelby..” your whimpered, helpless as your muscles tensed underneath him.

“Come for me sweetheart,” he panted, burying his head in your neck, “come for me.” His deep gravely voice pulled you over the edge.

“Oh fuck!” You yelped, convulsing as waves of pleasure wrecked through your body.

Your eyes squeezed shut in euphoria, mouthing incoherent words as he fucked you through your high, murmuring against your skin.

He moaned deeply as your spasming walls squeezed his length, making his pace waver for a moment.

“Fuck..” you moaned, wrestling the sheets with your squirming.

He didn’t stop, relentlessly fucking your overstimulated entrance with his thick length.

“Mr. Shelby.. it’s too much..” your nails dug into his back in pain.

“I’m almost there love,” he panted, red in the face as he neared his high.

His length continued to pry into you, deeper and harder as his desperation grew.

You squirmed instinctively, pulling yourself away from his cock.

He intercepted your resistance with a firm hand sliding up your throat. His grasp caught the breath in your lungs, making your eyes water.

“Fuck.. stay put love..” he groaned lowly, nudging his nose against your neck as he rutted in and out of you.

Your eyelids drooped at the pressure, lazily following the shifting muscles in his back.

“Ahhh..” he groaned deeply, flexing his core against yours. “Oh fuck…”

He came undone at last, emptying himself into you with a loud groan. “Christ..” he cursed with an open mouth, bucking his hips against yours as his warm seed filled you up.

His grasp tightened slightly as he tensed, unleashing a tear down your cheek and onto his hand.

His pace slowed to shallow rocking, as he came down from his high. Once satisfied, he pulled out with a slick wet noise, making your thighs shake.

His hand released from your throat as he caught his breath, lifting his head from yours to hover above you. His forehand fell against yours in exhaustion, leaving a bead of sweat on your face.

Without saying a word he leaned in, kissing your damp skin, removing the wetness with his lips.

You clenched your jaw, trying best to keep your emotions as bay as you turned your head from him, softly sniffling.

He pulled away from you, rolling to his back with a satisfied sigh as he reached for a cigarette on the nightstand.

While he was occupied you sat up slightly, pulling the covers over your exposed limbs.

As you did so your eyes caught a glimpse of red on the sheets. They wandered to your open thighs, widening at the sight of smeared blood.

You held a hand to you face, blinking in shock and turning to Tommy, “There’s blood!”

Your hand on his forearm turned his attention to you. “It’s okay love,” he took a drag of his cigarette, inhaling a fair amount of smoke, “It’s normal.” His free hand reached for yours, smoothing over your knuckles with his thumb as he let out a puff of smoke through pursed lips.

His touch unleashed a flood of tears from your eyes, which you quickly covered with your hand as they trickled down your face.

You sucked in short breaths, crying against your hand as your body shook.

“Eh, what’s the matter?” He asked softly, reaching for you.

You shook your head, refusing to speak the truth, instead letting it out in the form of tears, forming dark circles on his sheets.

“Talk to me love,” His voice held a tone of sincerity as he kept his eyes to your frame. “Please.”

You took in a shaky breath, swiping your face before letting down your hand. “I’m just a body to you.”

Your gaze was emotionless, frozen on the yellow wallpaper in front of you, dancing over each flower design.

With enough courage you turned your head to face him, pulling your watery eyes to his. “I don’t want to just be a body Thomas.”

The sound of his name on your lips made him freeze. It was vulnerable. Desperate. His cold expression fell, replacing with one of sympathy and warmth in the flicking of his eyes.

“You’re not.” He shook his head, putting his cigarette down and smoothing his other hand over your arm. You leaned into his touch, sucking in a shaky breath through your mouth and rolling onto his chest.

“You’re not just a body to me love.” He spoke against your hair, smoothing over your back with firm strokes.

You nestled against his chest, focusing on the sounds of his shallow breathing against your ear, slowing your tears.

“I’ll make you more than that.”

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[sanjisboyfie]

eren first meeting his roommate

aka ; eren yeager having a gay awakening <3

-> might be a series? idk i love roommate eren a lot so probably will be a series LMFAO also also there's really no obvious romance here, it's just silent admiration and crushes

also eren is very much puppy-like and high energy in this one hashtag sorry if u love emo eren, he will NOT be emo here!!! hashtag no regrets.

eren yeager x male reader

— eren was dead broke. his ass definitely did not have enough money for either dorming on campus or off campus, but off campus was the cheaper option. and since he went to a college so far away from home, it would be too big of a hassle to commute. so him and his parents compromised by giving him an "allowance" every month, which would basically pay for a third of rent. but that meant he had to use his own money to pay the next third, then find someone else to pay the final third. ( 1/3 being paid by his parents, 1/3 being paid by him, 1/3 being paid by a lifesavior roommate, aka you!!!!!)

— it was very odd to see eren, who on first impressions seemed like an intimidating individual, sit you down at the empty kitchen table and beg you, literally beg you with his hands in praying form, to room with him. he was very, very obviously desperate to find someone else to live with.

"please, i will be good - i've heard from all my friends i'm a great person to live with, my mouth will vouch (he is a terrible person to live with, but if he has to do more household chores in order to get a roommate he will). i will let you speak to my own mother and father, they will vouch and say-"

"i believe you, eren, why are you crying?"

"PLEASE LIVE WITH ME!!!"

that's an exaggeration of what happened...he didn't actually start crying, but his begging was insistent and borderline pathetic.

— in the end, you agreed !!! paying 1/3 of rent was better than paying 1/2 + the place wasn't in a terrible location, it was close to school, and was a pretty good size for two bedrooms. since eren was already settled in, he helped you move in. and that was when you were given a free GUN SHOW because damn was this man working hard in lifting your many boxes of belongings. it was almost like he wore a tight shirt on purpose, just to show off. he very adamanently told you that you didn't need to hire movers and he'd do all the heavy lifting, along with muttering about how they were "scammers" with how much they charged.

"eren, i can lift some of these-"

"no, please, consider this my thanks for moving in with me," eren grunted, holding a huge box of your clothes with relative ease. he was sweating, but that was because this was probably the third box of heavy stuff he had to carry from the car to the building.

he was wearing a beige shirt that hugged his muscular form, emphasizing every single ripple underneath the fabric. and as you two stood in the elevator (thank god the building had an elevator or else eren would have had to carry all the boxes up three flights of stairs), the only sound in the metallic box was eren's heavy breathing.

his muscular chest (boobs) were moving up and down as he tried catching his breath, his hands lifting to wipe the sweat off of his forehead with the collar of his shirt.

your eyes watched each of his movements carefully before you snapped out of it with the dinging of the elevator to tell you you were on your floor. you got out of elevator first, holding your arm to the door to prevent it from closing on him.

he shot you a smile in thanks before proceeding to easily lift up the box (it was at least over 50 pounds, mind you) and walk ahead to the room.

what you didn't know was that eren's cheeks were burning red as he had felt your stare on him earlier and it made him feel shy. you didn't have to know that he was purposely flexing harder with each cardboard box he had to lift. it was his own subtly way of trying to impress you, anyway.

it was flustering to know that it was somewhat working.

— after all the boxes were situated inside of the small apartment, he went to put all of your utilities away, like your own set of utensils, plates that you bought to share, and a couple of mugs. meanwhile, you went to your room to personalize and unpack all of your clothing. as eren was occupied working in the kitche, he felt himself smiling to himself as he carefull put away any of your belongings in the shelves. he felt himself laughing at one of your comedic mugs, a ceramic figure that took the shape of a chubby cat. the tail of the animal curved into being the handle and a funny expression was painted onto the cat's face.

"what's so funny, yeager?" you challenged, stretching your hands above head, "you think my mugs are funny?"

eren laughed, putting it away intot he cupboard and turning to look at you, "i think they're cute, they're also fitting,"

you made a face of uncertainty, which only made eren's grin go wider, "alright, you'll see."

"i'll see what?"

"you'll see — when i get you your own mug, you'll learn to appreciate it more,"

"oh, god, please don't." eren said, leaning against the counter on his elbow and staring at you, who were sitting on the other side, "for your first night here, you want me to treat us to take out? the chinese place down the road is really good,"

he watched your expression carefully. wordlessly, you walked around the counter and to the fridge. once you opened it, it took you a total of three seconds before you looked back at eren with a grimace.

"the only thing in here is ketchup and mayo..."

"those are the condiments i use to eat my fast food with," eren shrugged, making you only become more flabbergasted. "what??"

"oh my god, let's finish unpacking later, we need to go buy groceries,"

"but you didn't answer my question on dinner?"

"i'll make dinner — you save more money buying groceries and making meals out of them instead of buying takeout everynight, eren," you lectured, making him tilt his head in thought. he supposed you were right, so he didn't argue against going grocery shopping.

as you announced you were just going to change quickly, he then thought about it for a second longer. then a blush fell on his face as he imagined you at the kitchen, cooking a meal for just him and you.

god, was he really developing a crush on his roommate that just moved in?

— the grocery shopping turned unserious very fast. bring eren to any public environment and he won't be able to stay on track for a second. you didn't really know eren that well (it sounds silly to say that considering you are now living with him, but prior to agreeing to be his roommate, he really was just a stranger to you), so to see his more childish side bleeding through his cold exterior was a good change of pace. he was a very goofy guy, making funny faces at babies with the intent of making them cry, and would easily get distracted. he had tried dragging you off to the pokemon card wall several times when all you needed were groceries.

"did you see the way its face scrunched up?" he grinned in excitement before focusing on mimicking the expression a baby he tormented made. you laughed at the face he was making before smacking his shoulders.

"be nicer! they're just babies, eren," you softly scolded, weak chuckles escaping from you.

"just babies that make funny faces," eren laughed, switching from standing at your left side to your right side repeatedly as you stood in front of the produce section, "what even are you going to make tonight?"

"hm, how about pasta? you like pasta?" eren nodded his head in affirmation, "i was just going to buy some staple fruits and vegetables too, though, in case we get hungry for snacks,"

"snacks? i can run to the chips section too then! what chips do you want?" eren said, very excited to go to his second favorite section of the store (the junk food aisles).

"just get me a bag of f/c," you requested politely, making him nod like an eager puppy and run off.

you finished going down the list of basic ingrediants for a white sauce pasta, while also grabbing anything that you could use for other dishes in the future.

just as you turned around to your now full cart of vegetables, sauces, fruits, and meat, eren came bounding back towards you. this time, he was now holding five bags of chips, in his mouth he was carrying a single packet of pokemon cards, and in his fingers he was desperately holding a lottery ticket.

"look! we can open up a pack of pokemon cards, i got you one too, it's in my pocket though, since i figured you wouldn't want my spit on it, and then i also have a lottery ticket. i have a feeling we will win it big! and if we do, we won't have to pay rent for like five months!"

"eren, what the fuck? i thought you were just getting chips,"

the accused man pouted at the tone you were taking with him, dropping his arms into the car to free them of the five bags of chips, "i was!! but look, i'll pay for the lottery ticket, chips, and pokemon cards! c'mon, it'll be fun to open the cards together and everything!"

he almost pouted at you, can you belive this guy? pouted at you with begging puppy dog eyes. you almost smooshed his face with the palm of your head, but restrained yourself.

"fine, let's just go and pay,"

eren grinned in achievement, pumping his fist into the air, "c'mon, i wanna open these on the ride home!" he said, referring to the pokemon cards.

"alright, alright, i don't know anything about them though, so you're just gonna have to tell me what's good or not,"

"if it's shiny and reflective, give it to me, that's all you need to know," eren said dismissively. he swiftly took your spot behind the cart, pushing it with ease and only allowing you to walk beside him. "what pasta are you cooking for tonight?"

"i bought alfredo sauce, so i'll just add in some vegetables and to the pasta and make...chicken alfredo? if that's alright with you," eren almost salivated at the thought. he simply nodded his head eagerly, the bangs around his face bouncing at the movement.

"sounds delicious! man, i really lucked out with you as my roomie, huh? we're gonna make a great pair!" he threw his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in closer as he said this, an innocent grin on his face.

— that night, the two of you sat on foldable chairs watching tv. eren's parents gave you two as a house warming gift. it was small, but it was working so that was all that mattered. eren and you laughed at the tv screen until the late hours, where you both agreed to finally call it a night.

"should i make breakfast tomorrow morning? or are you gonna be in clases by the time i get up?"

eren frowned, "i have classes all day tomorrow, from 8 in the morning to 7 at night, so you don't have to worry about making too many servings,"

you nodded in understanding, "alright, then, i'll see you when you get back then,"

eren and you were about to break off to your own rooms, but he called out to you one last time, "uhm, what time are you gonna be in classes?"

"i only have one class tomorrow, 1 to 3:15," his face brightened up, which instinctively made you smile at him in return.

"we can go get lunch together then," he offered, "there's a good place that has burgers, it's like a ten minute walk from the main campus. i have a break in between classes at 4? if that's okay with you, of course,"

you grinned so wide that it almost hurt your cheeks. eren was a really nice guy, he was going out of his way to just get to know you better and spend some time with you, "yeah, that sounds perfect. meet me at the bus stop that's right outside the main hall and we can walk together,"

"okay, yeah!" eren nodded his head repeatedly, the bangs on the side of his head once again moving at such rapid mvoement. "then, i'll text you tomorrow when i get out of class!"

"sure, that sounds good." there was a pause and you pivotted your torso to turn away from the smiling brunette, "good night, eren,"

the man blinked and nodded his head, also turning away, calling out a, "goodnight, [name]," very quickly.

and the two of you fell asleep with grins on both of your faces. eren had brought the blanket up to his face, as if he was paranoid that there were someone watching his blushing face only redden. your smile was really, really handsome, his heart felt like it was in his throat everytime he remembered it.

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[hjinnie]

enhypen as taylor swift songs (angst ver.)

enhypen x gn!reader! fluff/angst! masterlist

✩ heeseung!

right where you left me ─ "did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion? break-ups happen every day, you don't have to lose it. she's still 23 inside her fantasy, and you're sitting in front of me, at the restaurant, when I was still the one you want. cross-legged in the dim light, everything was just right, i could feel the mascara run, you told me that you met someone, glass shattered on the white cloth, everybody moved on."

✩ jay!

the 1 ─ "i guess you never know, and if you wanted me you really should've showed. and if you never bleed, you're never gonna grow." "we were something, don't you think so? roaring twenties tossing pennies in the pool. and if my wishes came true, it would've been you." "i persist and resist the temptation to ask you if one thing had been different, would everything be different today? we were something, don't you think so? rosé flowing with your chosen family. and it would've been sweet, if it could've been me."

✩ jake!

the other side of the door ─ "i said, "leave", but all i really want is you to stand outside my window, throwing pebbles, screaming, "i'm in love with you", wait there in the pourin' rain, come back for more. and don't you leave, 'cause i know all i need is on the other side of the door. with your face and the beautiful eyes, and the conversation with the little white lies, and the faded picture of a beautiful night, you carry me from your car up the stairs, and i broke down cryin', was she worth this mess? after everything and that little black dress. after everything, i must confess i need you."

✩ sunghoon!

mr. perfectly fine ─ “mr. perfect face, mr. here to stay, mr. looked me in the eye and told me you would never go away. everything was right! mr. i’ve been waiting for you all my life, mr. every single day until the end, i will be by your side! but that was when i got to know mr. change of heart, mr. leaves me all alone.. i fall apart. it takes EVERYTHING in me just to get up each day, but it's wonderful to see that you're okay! hello! mr. perfectly fine! how’s your heart after breaking mine? mr. always at the right place at the right time, baby. hello! mr. casually cruel, mr. everything revolves around you, i’ve been miss misery since your goodbye and you're mr. perfectly fine.”

✩ sunoo!

back to december ─ "so this is me swallowin' my pride, standin' in front of you sayin' i'm sorry for that night, and i go back to december all the time. it turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you, wishin' i'd realized what i had when you were mine, id go back to december, turn around and make it alright... i go back to december all the time" "your sweet smile, so good to me so right. and how you held me in your arms that september night, the first time you ever saw me cry."

✩ jungwon!

red ─ "losing him was blue like i'd never known, missing him was dark gray, all alone, forgetting him was like trynna know somebody's you never met, but loving him was red." "touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you. memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song. fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer. regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong."

✩ niki!

out of the woods ─ "we were built to fall apart, and fall back together. your necklace hanging from my neck, the night we couldn't quite forget when we decided to move the furniture so we could dance, baby like we stood a chance." "remember when you hit the brakes too soon? twenty stitches in a hospital room. when you started crying, baby, i did too, but when the sun came up i was looking at you. remember when we couldn't take the heat? i walked out, i said "i'm setting you free", but the monsters turned out to be just trees, when the sun came up, you were looking at me."

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst #enhypen fanfic #enhypen imagines #heeseung #jay #jake #sunghoon #sunoo #jungwon #niki #enhypen reactions #enhypen x reader #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x you #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #jake x reader #sunghoon x reader #sunoo x reader #jungwon x reader #niki x reader #taylor swift

[honeybeedewdrops]

Forgotten Anniversary | B.Bradshaw

Summary: Bradley Bradshaw was not a forgetful guy especially when it comes to you, But he does forget a very important date.

Warnings: none but don't worry this does have a happy ending.

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You woke up to a cold empty bed. Huh Rooster said he'd try to take today off seeing as it was your guys 2 year anniversary, but I guess he didn't get it off. You were hoping you two could just lay in bed all day and then go out tonight. That's ok i'll just make him a surprise dinner. You think getting ready for the day but not before sending Bradley a Happy Anniversary text.

You spent the whole day cleaning, you made sure the kitchen was spotless before going to cook Rooster's favourite meal. As it got later in the day you still didn't get a text from Rooster. Which wasn't unusual but you for sure thought you'd get a text by now.

After cleaning you went out and picked up Rooster's anniversary present. It was a little book he could carry with him in his flight suit it had a picture and little description of all the dates you had been on since you started dating and got married.

Around 6:00 you had everything ready the food was cooking the table was set. Candles lit with two glasses of wine and all you had to do was get dressed.

You showered before getting dressed, you style your hair before moving on to make up the last touch. You smile and pose taking on last look before going down to finish dinner.

You looked at the clock 6:30 Rooster should be home any minute. so you shoot him another text.

Hey Roo. Just checking in hope work was good. Can't wait for you to get home I have a surprise.

You put the food on the plates and pour wine out and admire your work.

You looked at the clock once again trying not to cry. It was 7:30 and Rooster still hadn't texted or come home. Surely Maverick wouldn't keep him this long after he did know it was your guys Anniversary. You looked at the 7 texts you had sent Rooster before warming up your food and eating as tears streamed down your face.

You wash up the dishes and call Maverick. "Y/N hey what's up. Happy Anniversary by the way" "Thanks Maverick um did training go late or something Rooster's still not home and he's not answering" "No Training ended like 2 hours ago." "oh ok Thanks Mav" you say as he said that your heart broke.

Rooster had forgotten your anniversary.

"Y/N you ok" "o-oh y-yeah i'm sure he's just making a surprise for me. I-I-I gotta go Mav" you say and hang up. You sob and go upstairs you remove your ruined makeup and get out of your clothes throwing on some Pj's and climbing into bed.

You listen to your phone buzz and it didn't stop and you knew exactly who it was but you were in no mood to talk to him.

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You heard the door open downstairs and Bradley's voice. "Y/N where are you i'm sorry." he calls. You hear footsteps coming up the stairs you had locked the door previously. The door handle jingled "Y/N please open the door i'm sorry. I know I'm sorry doesn't fix this but I just forgot." That pissed you off, you rip the door open "JUST FORGOT. BRADLEY, I TEXTED YOU THIS MORNING." "I had left my phone in my car, and forgot it, and then after training the boys wanted to get some drinks and I didn't drive to the bar" "Drinks really Bradley. You didn't even bother to grab your phone" "Y/N I promise i will make it up to you" Rooster says tears coming to his eyes. "Whatever just leave i don't want to see you right now" You say slamming the door in his face.

Tears stream down your face you didn't know if you could ever forgive Bradley it certainly would take weeks maybe even months.

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It had been a few weeks and Bradley had left you alone you assumed Maverick had let him stay with him as you didn't want to see him.

Phoenix had tried to get you to talk to him but you didn't want to see him.

Phoenix had convinced you to come out for drinks with her with the promise of not seeing Bradley. So here you sat in Phoenix's car on the way to the Hard Deck.

You were looking out the window and Phoenix blows past the Hard Deck. "Uh Phoenix the Hard Deck was back there" "Uh change of plans" "Ok so if we're not going to the Hard Deck where are we going" "It's a surprise" "Surprise?" "yeah just relax" You weren't sure about this, she was up to something.

She pulls into the beach parking lot and you start to get out. Then you saw Bradley's Bronco parked a little ways away. You go to open the car door but Phoenix had locked it. "Phoenix no way open this door" "No now come on" she says grabbing your arm. "Phoenix please no" you say but she drags you onto the beach. That's when you hear it... yours and Bradley's song. As you got closer you could see a small table with candles all around and there the man of the hour stood in a nice suit with flowers in hand.

You stand frozen. "go" Phoenix says pushing you forward. You take timid steps forward and finally come face to face with Bradley. "Y/N i'm so very sorry and I know what I did is unforgivable but is there anyway you could forgive me" He says. You bite your lip as tears come to your eyes.

You sigh "yes Bradley I forgive you now come here" You say and put your lips on his. You hear cheering you pull away seeing all Bradley's co workers. You chuckle rolling your eyes before sitting down giving Bradley a huge smile.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #top gun maverick #top gun #maverick #miles teller #top gun x reader #Bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine

[hischierswhore]

clean

TW: mentions of a breakup

pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

A/N: I had "Clean" by Taylor Swift on repeat while writing this.

-Y/n's POV -

You felt the letter you'd written for Mason in your pocket as you sat down at a park bench. He broke your heart only a few weeks ago, ending your 10 month-long relationship.

For the longest time, you were in severe denial that this was your reality. But now you were accepting it, and all that was left was to get rid of any lingering feelings for him.

No matter how much you dreamed of him coming back for you and realizing he'd made a mistake, deep down you knew he would never say those three little words you wanted to hear so badly.

You reached out to him a few days ago to speak with him, saying you wanted to give him his stuff back. He agreed to meet you at the park.

Minutes passed as you waited for him to arrive, and just when you thought you were being ghosted, Mason finally showed up.

You stood from the bench, a slight smile appearing on your face as you walked over to where he was. An awkward hug was exchanged, causing your cheeks to burn.

"Thanks for meeting me," you said as you both pulled away from the hug.

"Of course" He said as he followed you to your car, where all his items were.

"So uhm- here's your stuff" You carried some of it while Mason carried the rest of it and brought it to his car. You helped him situate everything in the back seat.

"Oh and this is yours too" You pulled out the envelope and held it in front of you.

He blinked at you a couple times before realizing that you were giving whatever was inside to him. His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

"What's this?" He asked, and then began fidgeting nervously.

"A letter. Don't read it until I'm gone. Please" You begged as he nodded.

"Thanks again for this, and it was nice seeing you again" He smiled

"Nice to see you too" You returned a smile, before turning around to get back into your own car. You drove away, glancing in the rearview mirror to see Mason now opening the letter.

- Mason's POV -

Y/n drove away, and a piece of my heart broke a little bit more than it already was. I did as she asked and read the letter she'd given me after she left. I tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter.

"Dear Mason,

If you're reading this, then that means I've finally accepted what happened to us. I'm finally at a point where I can look back on us and realize that we both had fault in this; It wasn't just you, and it wasn't just me. I hope one day we can be friends, just like we used to be before all of this. Don't think that I don't miss you, because I do miss talking to you everyday. I miss just having you in my life but it's time for me to move on. You'll always hold a special place in my heart, Mase.

Sincerely, Y/n"

I stared at the letter for a long time, contemplating the entire thing. If this truly meant that Y/n would finally let go of our past and leave me behind, I didn't want her to feel guilty about doing so. She didn't deserve to carry the weight of her past anymore.

But if she truly was happy and found peace by writing this letter… then I was happy for her.

Then part of my heart broke even more, knowing she was moving on. Knowing I wouldn't have her in my life anymore. My eyes filled with tears, which suddenly caused me to realize how long it had been since I last cried. Maybe it was time to cry again? A deep sadness settled within me as I placed the letter back into its envelope, tucked it into my wallet, and got into my car.

I decided that right now was not the time to try to reach out. Maybe I'd eventually send her a text, or maybe I'd give her a call.

The drive home was quiet. As I navigated through traffic, my mind was occupied with thoughts about her. Did I really make a mistake by letting her go?

When I finally pulled into my driveway, I closed the door, took a breath, and exhaled slowly. The evening was peaceful as I climbed up the stairs to my bedroom.

Sitting on my bed, I looked at my phone and considered texting her. Picking it up and unlocking it before ultimately deciding against it, to let her enjoy life once again, even if it was a life without me in it.

“Gone was any trace of you. I think I am finally clean”

tagging @chelseagirl98 !

#✎ natalie writes #mason mount #mason mount angst #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount x you #mason mount x y/n #mason mount fanfic

[boldlyvoid]

WITH YOUR FACE AND YOUR BEAUTIFUL EYES AND THE CONVERSATIONS WITH THE LITTLE WHITE LIE AND THE FADED PICTURE OF A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT! YOU CARRIED ME FROM YOUR CAR UP THE STAIRS AND I BROKE DOWN CRYING WASSHE WORTH THIS MESS? AFTER EVERYTHING IN THAT LITTLE BLACK DRESS? AFTER EVERYTHING I MUST CONFESS I NEEEEEEED YOOOOUUUUU

[pinkcaddyconfessions]

Anything for You, Darlin

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Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader (can be Austin!Elvis if you prefer)

Word Count: 1, 478 words

Warnings: Language, Crying, Fluff(much needed after Chapter 11)

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Chapter 12

August 19, 1977

The day had finally come for you and miss Kennedy to come home. Both you and Elvis were relieved by this news. Since she was born early, the doctor wanted her to stay another day to observe her breathing, feedings, etc. Kennedy passed everything with flying colors. She was a fighter, just like you and Elvis.

Elvis took all the precautions to make sure that his girls got home safe and sound. Security was beefed up and everyone was on high alert. You were used to this by now, but each time it still sent shockwaves through your body. As soon as you and Elvis got into the car, every emotion hit you at once. The joy of bringing home another baby, the fear of not knowing what would happen next; it all hit you like a ton of bricks. You somehow kept it all together on the car ride home. During the ride home, you kept looking at Elvis and sweet little Kennedy. Elvis met your gaze and gently rubbed your head. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he loved you so damn much. He would do anything for you in a heart beat.

When you finally got back to Graceland, it felt so good to be at home once again. Elvis got out to open the door for you, like he always did. The whole Memphis mafia was there to meet the newest Presley. Elvis showed Kennedy off like the proud daddy he was, because being a father was the best prize he has won from the lottery of life. You admired your man holding his newest baby girl; being a dad came just as natural to him as singing.

After the mafia left, Elvis had to go pick up Mallory and Elvis Jr from school. They hadn’t see him or you in almost three days. When they saw him, they took off straight to him.

“DAADDDYYYYYY!” Both Mallory and Elvis Jr yelled.

“Well hello there! How are my sweet babies?” Elvis said to them as Mallory and Elvis Jr nearly tackle him. “Are you guys ready to go see your mama?”

“YESSSSS!” They both yelled.

Elvis loaded them both in the car and off they went back to Graceland. Every time Elvis looked back, he just had to smile. He didn’t know how he got this lucky in life.

When they got home, the kids came running in the house looking for you.

“Mom!!! We’re home!!!” They yelled

Elvis came in right behind them, trying to corral them like cattle.

“Mallory Love! Elvis Aaron Jr! Keep it down!! Someone’s trying to sleep!!” Elvis sternly told them.

They looked up at him puzzled because it was rare to hear him raise his voice at them. Elvis almost never yelled at his babies. Hell, you can count only seven times he ever yelled at the kids. Tears almost filled their little eyes. Elvis walked over to them.

“Come here babies, daddy didn’t mean to yell at ya. I’m sorry,” he softly told them. It broke his heart to see his babies upset. He hugged them both and kissed them gently on the head. Then Elvis took their little hands into his and they all walked up the stairs.

“There’s some one your mom and I want you to meet,” Elvis told them.

When they got upstairs, walked to the nursery and there you were holding baby Kennedy in the rocking chair. You weren’t paying attention to the doorway, so it surprised when you looked up and saw them. Mallory and Elvis Jr tip toed their way over. You smiled from ear to ear seeing your two oldest children.

“Hi Mallory. Hi Elvis Jr.” You said to them softly. “This is your baby sister, Kennedy Grace. She decided to come a little early, so we gotta be gentle with her.”

They both walked over to you and baby Kennedy. Elvis had left the room to get John from his room so he could meet her too.

“Come on little Johnny, your baby sister’s in here buddy,” Elvis cooed to him while carrying him into the nursery. He brought John over to meet his baby sister. The love in that room was overwhelming. Baby Kennedy was already so loved by everyone, including you. You, your husband and all of your babies in one place together, at the same time. It was a beautiful sight. It was all a dream come true for Elvis.

After a while, Elvis put the older kids to bed for you since you were tending to baby Kennedy. You could hear him softly singing to them and kissing them good night. The kids never fought bed time when daddy put them to bed; Elvis had a magic touch when it came to his babies. He walked back to the nursery to find you softly singing “Big Boots” to baby Kennedy. He quickly chuckled to himself. When he recorded it back in 1961 for “G.I. Blues” he never imagined that sixteen years later that his wife would be singing it to his little baby girl.

“Darlin’ that song is always a classic with our kids. I remember you singing it to Mallory when she was just a newborn too.” He said to you while walking over to you. The emotions you held inside of you all day were finally starting leak out in the form of tears. Elvis became concerned and kneeled down next you.

“Satnin, what’s on that pretty lil’ mind of yours,” he softly asked while wiping away your tears. His blue eyes met your (Y/E/C) eyes. You had been trying so damn hard to keep it all in, but in that moment, the dam broke.

“Elvis…. I..I..I.. I don’t know…” You barely got out before softly sobbing.

Elvis knew you were lying to him in order to not to wake up Kennedy. Elvis scooped up baby Kennedy from your arms into his. He gently kissed her little head before putting her in the crib. Then, he gave you his hand to help you up. The two of you walked to your bedroom while he had his left arm around you to support you. He helped you get changed into your pajamas before he got into his. He came back from the bathroom to find you crying into your knee caps, hiding your face so he couldn’t see how red your face was. He walked over to the bed and sat down next to you.

“Darlin’ come here,” he said to you as he was holding you close, “it’s alright baby, let it out. Tell me what’s wrong.”

At this point, the dam of emotions had broke and you sobbed into your husband. He began rubbing small circles into your back while whispering sweet nothings into your ears. Your husband of eleven years knew what to do to help you in every situation. After a little while, you decided to tell him what was going on in your mind.

“Elvis…… a chapter in our lives is closing. We won’t be bring home anymore babies. Life is flying by too… damn… fast. I wish i could slow down time…” You told him as your sobs became less frequent. Elvis looked at you as he held your face in his hands.

“Doll, you know if I could I would slow down time for you in a heartbeat, but God didn’t give me that talent.” Elvis told you making you softly giggle while giving him a soft smile. He knew how to make his queen feel better.

“Satnin, a chapter maybe closing, but our story isn’t over yet. We still have to raise the four precious babies that you gave to me. We still gotta show them what life is all about. There’s so much more that I want to accomplish in life with you by my side, doll.”

Elvis knew exactly what to say and how to say it. You were starting to feel better as he kept rubbing your back and head. When you finally looked up at him, he held your face in his hands and gently placed kisses on your forehead. He saw the tiny little smile that flashed across your face and how your eyes were starting to get their sparkle back.

“There’s the (Y/N) the I know and love. You know darlin’ I love it when your (Y/E/C) eyes start to twinkle like the night sky. You’ve always had the prettiest eyes on this side of the Mississippi River. Now, let’s get my queen covered up for the night.”

Elvis tucked you and him into bed and held you tight. He whispered more sweet nothings into your ear while rubbing your stomach. Both of you fell asleep almost instantly. This was the definition of heaven on Earth.

#elvis presley #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis x reader #austin elvis x reader #elvis fluff #dad!elvis #elvis fanfic #elvis smut #austin elvis smut #austin!elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley smut #anything for you darlin

[evermoredeluxe]

WITH YOUR FACE AND THE BEAUTIFUL EYES AND THE CONVERSATION WITH THE LIL WHITE LIES AND THE FADED PICTURE OF A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT YOU CARRY ME FROM THE CAR UP THE STAIRS AND I BROKE DOWN CRYING WAS SHE WORTH THIS MESS AFTER EVERYTHING AND THAT LIL BLACK DRESS AFTER EVERYTHING I MUST CONFESS I….. NEED YOU

#arshia talks

[fangirlstorycreator]

CK Terry X Reader

Context: Your having a bad mental health day, and Terry is there to support you 💚

You had hardly any sleep the night before, and you were really struggling to do anything throughout the rest of the day. Terry was at the dojo this morning because he had an important meeting with John, and you didn't want to worry him when he was getting ready for work. He always did the same thing before he left for work. He got himself ready, then he would give you a kiss on the cheek before he left because you were still sleeping. Today you pretended to be asleep, and when he left you sat up in bed and ran your fingers over the spot where his lips touched you. You wondered how you managed to get a man like him, it was puzzling. You didn't think very highly of yourself sometimes and often thought he could get someone better, so sometimes that went through your head.

You didn't want to eat, drink, get up or even think. But unfortunately your mind was filled with noise, and it was like a constant rollercoaster of emotions, thoughts and bad energy. It really brought you down, you hated feeling this way. You lead back down and felt like you needed to release this build up of emotion, so your start to cry, proper cry, holding your pillow as it all screams out of you. It was one of the ways you used to help get yourself out of that moment, if you could release all the sad, then maybe it could leave you feeling a little numb, anything is better than this. You carry on pouring your heart out, feeling wave after wave of pain flush out through your tears and shouting, and after nearly an hour, you were finaly starting to feel numb.

You were still lead in bed, clutching your pillow, but now your face and body just felt tired, your eyes were sore and red, and the pent up feelings were all gone. Plus the sounds in your head had gone too, it seemed having that hour to get it all out had helped with what you were feeling. You didn't realise at the time that the meetings Terry was going to have would only be short ones, and he ended up coming back about 20 minutes after you stopped crying. "Sweetheart! I'm home.....Sweetheart? Y/N?" When you don't reply he wonders what is going on, he knows there's a few possibilities hear. Either you've gone out, are in the shower and can't hear him, or your having one of your bad days. He new it wasn't the first because your car was still hear, and it wasn't the second because he couldn't hear the water running.

He made his way up the stairs and came into the bedroom, where he saw you curled up in a ball on your side.

He walked over and knelt down beside your side of the bed, he could see your cheeks stained with tears and your eyes were red raw. It broke his heart to see you like this, he couldn't help but stroke your cheek as he spoke to you in such a gentle tone. "Your having one of your bad days again arent you sweetheart?" You just nod back at him, feeling to tired to speak. He gives you a reassuring smile and kisses your forhead gently. "Have you eaten anything this morning? Or this afternoon?" "No" you answer him with a groggy voice. "That's ok, I brought back some of your favourite snacks from the shops. Maybe you'd like to try some? Even if it's something small I think it's worth you trying to eating something" You just nodded at him again. "I'm not working for the rest of the day Y/N, I'm going to take care of you. Anything you need, I'm hear for you ok?" For the first time today, you manage to muster a smile "Thank you babe"

He brushes a part of your hair away from your face "Why don't I run us a shower? Sometimes just a shower with some nice hot water can help you feel a little better. Would you like that?" "....yes please Terry.." He leans in and kisses you sweetly "Come on sweetheart" He gives you his hand and he helps you out of bed, you both walk into the bathroom and Terry starts the shower. You get in first and feel the hot water splashing against your skin, and then Terry gets in with you, placing some vanilla and coconut scented shower gel on the hanging rack. There is no exchange of words between you, he simply just looks into your eyes before he holds you against his bare body under the shower head. Being in this shower, the hot water, the body of the love of your life holding you as all the tears, bad memories and stress seem to just melt away. He was right, a shower was helping you out, especially with him joining you. You may have both been naked, but there wasn't a sexual feelings between either of you, just being supportive and romantic.

Your being held by him for what feels like a life time, and it felt absolutely wonderful, as if the whole of this morning didn't happen, you really were starting to feel so much better. He looked down at you and gave you one of the most sensual, slow and emotionally giving kisses you've ever had, this man was so good at showing you his love through physical touch. He loved lingering against your lips, like he couldn't get enough of you. "I love you Terry" "I love you too Y/N" He plants a kiss in your forhead, then says "I brought you your favourite smelling shower gel sweetheart, I'll leave you to finish your shower while I make some things up ready for us, ok?" "Thank you babe, that sounds lovely" he gives you another kiss before he gets out of the shower and goes to get dressed.

You carry on and clean yourself down, starting to smell sweetly like vanilla and coconut. When you finished you got yourself all dry and dressed, and felt so much better. When you went back into the bedroom, Terry has changed it around a bit, he has changed the sheeting in the bed to your favourite one, he's put on the fairy lights you like to have in during movie night, even though it wasn't even the evening yet. He'd brought out your panda squishmallow and the box of little snacks that he told you about. He was just so cute with how he pampered you.

"Terry, you didn't have to go to so much trouble" "None of this is any trouble, you know how much I love to treat you, your my queen and queens deserve to be spoiled" You give him a happy smile as you both sit down on the bed and tuck into the basket of food. It was so lovely having this quality time with him, laughing with him, forgetting about the worries and the issues you normally deal with, he was the perfect distraction from all of it. You spent most of that afternoon just chatting, laughing, making out and watching stand up comedy specials on Netflix, he had an enormous TV that was in the wall, so it was nice to have that in the bedroom too. Then later on during the evening, he ordered both you and him a cheeky KFC so neither of you had to go out out cook, and KFC was your favourite fast food chain. After a wonderful afternoon and evening spent relaxing together, your both curled up together in bed, watching another comedy special as Terry holds you against his chest and runs his fingers through your hair.

"Thank you so much for everything today Terry, I felt so rough this morning, but some how you managed to pull me out of that dark place" "I love you sweetheart, and when ever you have those days, I'll always be hear to help being you back" "I love you too Terry" You lean up to give him a kiss, then snuggle back down onto his chest, feeling his fingers brush through your hair again, and as the night sky gets darker, your eyes get heavier. And before you know it, you have drifted off into a comfortable sleep.

#thomas ian griffith #sensei targaryen #terry silver #cobra kai #terry silver x reader

[ask-missparker]

Normal people by day, Vigilante by night / The Purple & Red Duo AU

—> In this universe, Amelia is a Spider-Woman and Liane is the powerful Blaze. They keep meeting in and out of costume but never in the same room to see the other change. 

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The night was dim and darkened by the bursting buildings of the capital city of New York. The headlights from cars and trucks flashed across the streets like a giant cloud of smoke, as the dust settled over the lamps above. Gloriously bright for a moment where the night could fall ever so slightly into the darkness it seemed to fight.

She sat near the rooftop of Empire State Plaza down on 35th Avenue near the main entrance of the corner store belongs to her favorite sandwiches in the whole neighborhood. She was a huge foodie, what can she say? Sudden the moment stopped as she got a strong smell of fire coming a few blocks down, as she jumps off the rooftop, swinging around and run down the street to find the building where the fire broke.

She saw civilians running around in a field of chaos, police shouting over one another and yelling from inside the state. She took a deep breath and rushed into, helping the men and women out as quickly as possible. She saw a little boy on the ground crying as they seemed to have lost consciousness and couldn’t find his mother.

“Crystal!” Yelled a loud voice that must’ve belonged to the said mother outside wondering where her child was.

She crawled down to reach the boys level and kneels with a reassuring expression, despite the mask over her eyes, as she said, “Hey, sweetheart, I’mma get you out of here, okay. What’s your name?”

He hiccuped a cry before saying, “..ch-Chris..but my-my mama..ca-calls me Crystal..I’m scared…”

“I know you are. But you’re gonna be okay.”

“Oh-okay..”

He reached up for her to carry him as she gladly did, resting him above her hip she moved out of the hallway and down the stairs into the streets, as he screamed for his mother was he saw her face. She gladly handed Crystal over to his mother and nodded before asking the Police, if there were any other citizens inside. He said a few were still inside as she nodded and followed him back into the burning building.

As she stood up the stairs, she got a glimpse of a purple light and a scream from what seemed to be a women, another vigilante?

As the night went on, her gaze fell back and forth to the women in purple who seemed to be helping out as well. She could hear her shouting and screaming, at one point she even looked at her face before turning back to the citizens at hand. She was loud, but she couldn’t the blonde woman for her actions due to the fire happening.

Once she was certain of what happened, she rushed in one more time to make sure all the men, women and children were protected, not harmed within the fire. She heard coughing and groaned to herself, finding the blazing women on the ground pounding to get herself from standing up. She screamed for help and began to cry out in agony for her own safety.

The women in red rushed over trying to grab her attention from the crowd of fire surrounding them, as she looked up at her whiny face. She noticed that as holding her down, thick black wood fall down on her leg. The woman bends over forward lifting the item off the purple carpet as the blonde wiggled free and held up her hand to stand.

The reddish women took her hand, lifting her up from the ground and asked, “Are you alright?”

“I will be..th-thank you. Wh-who are you?” She asked coughing a bit, limping as she follows the brunette out the door.

“Uh, you can call me Mockingbird..but others like to say Spider-Mock.”

“You don’t look like a spider? But your actions are quick like one.”

“So are yours. Wait who are you?”

“…uh..um..Violet Pyre..”

“Pretty name..but you also look like a Blaze to me with that look.”

The blonde smiled as the brunette waved at her before walking off the field to let the cops handle the rest. The blonde looked up to see the women swing away as she shouts, “Wait! Are you a..heroine here?”

But she didn’t get her answer.

—————-

A few days later, the blonde was at an event that Sunday. A designer event to showcase to new artists and fans their latest collection. There were billboards filled with name of famous brands outside and inside well known fashion magazines, reports from around the globe and beyond just to get a glimpse of the new products.

Any press was good press.

Anthony Edward Stark was there with his family and friends. The Richard family was invited and well, even lesser known members of the community were presented on stage and on the red carpet. Some people were just invited to fill the gap of space between the audience and their favorite band of musicians. Hell movie producers and directors arrived as well.

Suddenly someone bumped into her.

“Woah! What where you’re—” She shouted almost bumping her hip into the chair next to her as she turned around to face the person.

She was met with a set of brown eyes covered behind a pair of black almost brown rim glasses, black jeans, a blue poppy seed blouse and white flats. Her hair was in a half up-half down hairstyle with a pen behind her ear. She was carrying a small bag and holding a large clipboard in hand.

“Oh sorry! But you should really watch where your going Miss—?!” She exclaimed with a furrow brow raised, leaning against the table behind her.

She gripped her clipboard and replied, “Uh..Parker! P-Parker from The Daily Bugle, ma’am..”

“Ma’am? I am not an old lady! And the name is Felton. Liane Felton. I’m one of the designers here—wait did you say Daily Bugle?”

“Uhhhh yeahhh, why? My boss’s boss is J. Jonah Jameson.”

“I have been trying to get a hold of them for weeks. Come on, take my picture!”

“No..Why should I?”

“Duhhh you’re a photographer! Take my picture of me and my designs.”

Parker shook her head ‘no. maybe next time, ma’am’ as she walked away. Felton crossed her arms and pouted saying she didn’t need her anyway. As the night went on, both of them followed each other’s gaze and began separate conversations with other people there. Parker was minding her own business snapping pictures of designers, taking notes and making small talk that translated into interviews with people. Felton went on to make mental notes, complimenting other people in conversation and sharing topics among others. Hell she drank and danced as well.

The fashion industry was booming in recent excitement as the fashion show opened up with Bruno Mars performing a song and designs from different artists walked out. Everyone took pictures, clapping and spotlighting the event designers too.

The party kicked off with music, drinks and other entertainment going on. Liane walked around chatting with other people and serving herself another glass of champagne as her eyes darted over to the brunette from eariler who was leaning against a table by herself fumbling with a camera. Liane hummed fighting the urge to be a snob and realize how rude she was to the girl, sighing. A ping in her ear made her feel uncomfortable and awkward about her actions.

When she walked over, she giggles to herself looking at the girl who seemed to be talking to herself, pushing up her glasses. It looked like she watching an old school cartoon with the girl looking as if she was talking to the Angel and Devil on her shoulder, then disappearing. It looked awfully cute to her, noticing the gentle expression on the brunette face as she shyly waved at her once she approached. Taylor Swift’s song ‘I can see you’ was playing in the speakers, as Liane sang along watching the band performed from the stage.

She hated the silence.

“Ughhh I’m sorry okay!” Liane exclaimed blurting out the words, winces looking at the woman.

“Uh, what?” Said the woman looking up at her, with a slight smile and chuckled.

“I am sorry for being rude earlier! You didn’t deserve be acting like a snob.”

“Uhhh um..it’s okay, Felton.”

“I just been stressed lately and the pain in my neck from working late nights.”

“I figured as much.”

“And I was almost late here—wait what?”

“I said, I figured. With you being one of guests here, you wanted to make sure you were ready for tonight and must’ve been nervous..”

“..uh yeah! That’s it, I am really sorry for the inconvenience that I caused to you tonight.”

“It’s okay. Yeah you were mean..but it is understandable.”

Liane sighed in relief, “Can we start over? I’m Liane.”

“Amelia.” Replied the reporter.

“Care to dance? Let lose?”

“I-I can’t. My boss might..”

“Is he here?”

“No?”

“So you can spear a little bit of time for yourself. Come on, loosen up!”

“Fine..”

She followed the lead of the blonde onto the dance floor as the music started to pick up speed. The two danced together sharing a few moments to drink, eat and relax a bit more that evening. The Fray and other artists played on the speakers, as the dance floor filled with more people.

It was nice.

//

Soo I know this was short but I got inspired lol. What do you guys think of this glimpse of the tiny AU?

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[thenighttrain]

the other side of the door!!!

13/10<3

with your face and the beautiful eyes and the conversation with the little white lies and the faded picture of a beautiful night you carry me from your car up the stairs and i broke down crying was she worth this mess? after everything and that little black dress after everything i must confess i need you!!!!!!

send me a song, i'll rate it and tell you my favourite lyric

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Blood & Music

Chapter 9: At Last

In which James and Maila finally get their well-deserved time alone.

There was a weird pressure to make this chapter perfect because I made these two wait so long to be together. I wanted a mix of tenderness and filth, and I hope it works. Thank you all for sticking with me, I appreciate you more than I can say.

Chapter 8 here.

You broke apart as you could hear Tommy speaking louder than necessary, clearly warning you as he escorted an extremely drunk Billy and crew up the stairs to the rooftop lounge. Matt’s pale eyes narrowed slightly as he looked between you and an unflappable James, but he didn’t say anything.

Billy held court for the next hour until James and Lea convinced him it was time to call it a night. You’d been sitting next to Matt, vibrating with impatience and seething frustration. He has a job to do, you reminded yourself. He’s on the clock. Stop whining. But after all these years, to feel something like this?

There was a moment, a short one as you all headed back downstairs to the waiting cars. “I would have wished for more time,” he murmured in your ear, surely seeing the spray of goosebumps sent up on your skin. That man and his perfect voice! “But I very much want to speak with you when we have time to-”

“Just talk?” you teased, wondering inside who this carefree creature was, “Only converse? Dialogue? Reflect?”

“Stop it now or I shall throw you over my shoulder and carry you off, duty be damned.” Oh, there was that wildly arousing growl you’d been dying to hear. When only a weak puff of air escaped your slack lips, he chuckled softly and moved in front of Billy.

It was just as well that your night with James was cut unfairly short. Matt was chatty when you got back to the hotel, exceptionally chatty and infuriatingly, it was surface chatter.

“So, we’re on this sultan’s yacht, and he’s got like sixteen of these exceptionally hot and naked-”

“You are not going to tell me this, Matt.” You rubbed your forehead. “It’s also like 5am and I’ve got rehearsal in a few hours. So you’re going to take a shower and sleep on the couch. I’ll take you to brunch after you suck down a couple of Tylenol, okay?”

He scoffed slightly, settling back and taking another sip of the very good Dutch beer from the minibar. “Sure. As soon as you tell me what’s going on with you and the bodyguard. You fuck him yet?”

“Really?” You kicked at his leg and Matt scooted away at the last minute, laughing. “This isn’t funny, Matty! And that’s so gross. Do I ask you about your sex life, you weirdo?”

“No, but I’ll tell you,” he grinned, “what do you want to know?”

“Know?” Your lip quivered before you took a breath, “I want to know where you’ve been for the last five years. I want to know why you haven’t come to see me. I want to know how you and Billy have, and I quote, ‘Done business together.’ I want to know if you’re getting any small bit of happiness and stability back in your life, even if it means you keeping away from me.”

There was that tell-tale quiver at the end of your stern statement. Perfect. Matt was looking at you, pale blue eyes wide.

“Please don’t cry,” he whined. “It freaks me out.”

You took his hand, and he reflexively tried to pull away but you held on. Long, slim fingers like yours, so gifted at coaxing music from his instruments as a child. There was scar tissue, smoothed over the years where his index finger had been. “You can leave again, but I’m still your sister, Matty. You can tell me anything. Anything. You know that, right?”

“I’m doing… business. Nothing illegal!” he hastily added when your brow rose doubtfully. “But nothing you need to get involved in.”

“Did you get drugs for Billy?”

He laughed, boisterously like he used to. “No. I picked up some rare guitars for him. I’m not ending up in some third-world prison for some rich asshole’s coke stash.”

“Okay,” you tried to smile. “You know I’m worried. You know I hate that you’re keeping secrets from me. But…” you held on to his hand more tightly. “Are you happy?”

His pale gaze went somewhere else for a moment, then he smiled at you with an effort. “I’m getting closer.”

When Maila walked on to the stage for soundcheck, James smiled almost involuntarily, and when she spotted him, a small and sincere grin answered him. Tommy chuckled, and again he was sincerely regretting hiring the smarmy Scottish bastard on to this job.

“Seems real fortunate that after the concert tonight, Billy’s on downtime for a few days to shoot the interview shite for the documentary, eh? A lil’ downtime for everyone’s not such a bad idea right now I’m thinking.”

He opened his mouth to sternly advise his friend that of course, he, personal security agent James Conrad would be handling all the duties related to their client’s stay at a vineyard in Tuscany. Of course.

Tommy cut him off.

“It’s 72 hours, mate. I can take the first 48. You been on duty with this arse for months, eh?”

James frowned. He did not leave a client. He was on duty until relieved of-

“I know what you’re thinkin’ and you should think again. There ain’t no more of a girl like Maila. She’s standing right in front of ye and there’s no third chances. Take the 48 hours.” Tommy grasped his shoulder, shaking him.

He opened his mouth to disagree, to explain his duty. “Thank you, Tommy,” was all he could manage instead.

Pacing back and forth after finally wedging a drunk and obstreperous Billy into the egg-shaped tub where he’d insisted on sleeping, James pondered exactly when it was when any charm he’d had with women disappeared. Because the enormity of planning this time with Maila loomed hugely. Was it too presumptuous to simply whisk her off to some charming - and ideally secluded - cottage in Tuscany? Would that be too much togetherness, even with the utter certainty he felt of everything suddenly and smoothly clicking into place? The feel of her mouth tonight and that realization of, “There you are. Of course.”

Finally showering and slipping into bed - clothed, because he must be ready at a moment’s notice if his client was in danger - he wondered if Maila slept nude. If she would mind if he slept nude, which he’d always preferred. Then, the image of her skin against his, the warmth, the softness of her was too much and James groaned, taking his cock in hand and knowing this would just barely take the edge off his need for Maila.

You had managed to see Matt off the next morning without crying again, an action you knew he noted with some relief. And the day got decisively better when you showed up for rehearsal, James in a perfectly tailored pair of navy blue pants and a cashmere sweater that outlined those broad shoulders so nicely that you might have made a small, involuntary woman noise. He looked up and smiled, and your jaw dropped.

He was so beautiful when he smiled, the Stern and Composed Bodyguard to the Stars James Conrad. An open grin, making the fine lines around those pretty eyes crinkle. It wasn’t measured or controlled, it was sincere. Sincerely happy to see you? You realized you’d been smiling back in a misty fashion for far too long and gave an awkward little shrug before turning to your bass guitar array.

Rehearsal dragged on, Billy somehow always having the uncanny sense when his band had other things to do. Crucial things. Important scheduling issues. At least, you thought it was important. You thought James also might find it a priority. Sighing, you rubbed your forehead while the new Lighting Guy re-adjusted the spotlight. So much was still unsaid between you and James. Billy, go take a nap or get a vitamin shot or whatever that thing is but give us a break, you thought, ready to crack him over the head with your Ibanez Premium. It wasn’t your favorite guitar. And it was from cherrywood so it would bounce off his thick skull and maybe hit him again on the way down…

James smiled, enjoying the dreamy expression on Maila’s face, having clearly gone somewhere happy. He was a patient man. He could wait. He’d waited for days, weeks even in the military during crucial missions. He’d waited hours for Billy to do any number of ridiculous things.

“I shall retire to my egg before the performance tonight,” Billy announced. “‘Til tonight!”

Thank god, James thought. Perhaps he wasn’t the patient man he used to be.

Tommy was doing his level best to not actually laugh in his face - the Scottish git apparently still had some sense of self-preservation - but he shooed him away from the palatial bathroom where their eccentric employer was curled in the tub, humming blissfully as a young woman in a full Dutch costume, including wooden shoes, was tap-dancing happily to the melody of “Singing in the Rain.”

“Go,” he said, “no one needs ta’ see this. Ya’ got an hour, make it count.”

James’ long legs ate up the distance between Billy’s suite and Maila’s and the door flew open on the first rap of his knuckles against the wood. His fingers slid into her hair and his mouth on hers in seconds, and he groaned, relief that this woman, this kiss was real. That he hadn’t imagined the moment she exposed her truth to him.

“It has been a long day,” he managed to say before slotting his lips against hers again, loving the soft, full texture of them.

“And it’s going to be an even longer night,” Maila sighed, “but after Club Naked, I think even Billy’s partied out. At least for the next twenty-four hours or something.”

He chuckled. “You underestimate the man. He is ensconced in his egg-shaped bathtub and there is a young woman dancing for him.”

Her brow furrowed sweetly. “What, like a stripper?”

“Far more intricate,” James was focusing on his thumbs, sweeping gently over her cheekbones as he cradled her upturned face. “She’s wearing - I believe it’s called the Wedding Guest costume?”

“The Bruiloftsgast?” Maila laughed, “I’m sure I’m mispronouncing it but I choreographed a music video with some Dutch girls dancing backup. Is she… like, erotic dancing or something?”

He was running his nose lightly down the side of her neck. “No,” he whispered in her ear, enjoying her rapturous little shiver, “she’s tap dancing. In wooden clogs.”

That did it. Maila just howled, laughing hard enough to slump against him. Wrapping his arms around her, James laughed too, relishing the feel of her, her warmth, and the tangy scent of something like lemon and peppermint. “I’m sorry,” she wheezed, “I kind of thought this moment to go differently. How much time do you have before you have to get back?”

His smile faded, but he tightened his arms just a bit more. “Not long, I’m afraid.” Placing gentle kisses on her cheeks, forehead, the tip of her nose, then one more, just one more slow play of his mouth against hers, the tip of his tongue toying with hers. Pulling away with some effort, he was pleased that her lips tried to follow his. “But I come with an invitation.”

“Oh?” Maila was doing some exploring of her own, those long, clever musician’s fingers lightly scratching the back of his neck.

“Billy has the 72-hour break in Tuscany, of course, but…” James groaned as her finger circled his ear. “But I have 48 hours free. No requirements - unless there’s an emergency, of course - I hoped to spend them with you.” Maila’s smile was warmth, it was sunshine and comfort and he paused for a moment, basking in it.

“I would love to,” she said. “What are you thinking?”

“I have a friend, he has a beautiful country home with a tiny vineyard in Tuscany. Close enough if necessary, but far enough to be private. Secluded. He’s offered to send the staff on holiday, it would be ours alone.”

Gripping his sweater, she shook her head, “This is almost too romantic and perfect to be real. But I…” Maila hesitated, then seemed to take the plunge. “I am here for it.”

“Thank you,” James kissed her again, longingly, sweetly. “I’ll have everything ready to leave tomorrow morning, and knowing this crew, well before anyone is awake.”

“Could you just stay like this for a minute?” Maila’s voice was muffled with her face buried in his chest, rubbing her cheek against his sweater. “This is so nice. Just for a minute?”

“Of course.” His voice was a bit hoarse. He’d pictured passionate sex, had imagined thrusting into her with her back against the door of her hotel room the instant she’d closed it. But this tenderness… it was unraveling his contained, controlled shell.

But he could allow it. Just for a minute.

The following morning…

“What did you tell Nigel?” James asked you between kisses, “I’m sure  he’d planned on spending the break with you.”

“I don’t want to talk about Nigel, or Billy, or anyone else related to this tour,” you objected, words slurring a bit when that tempting fiend ran the tip of his tongue down the tight tendon in your neck.

“I intend to massage you later and rub this uncomfortable tendon into submission,” he was purring in your ear, that perfect British elocution was making it hard to concentrate. “I intend to run my hands over every part of you, in fact.”

“Oh?” Inwardly you cringed, your voice was pitched high enough to attract seagulls. “That’s… you know that would be… heh.” Now his tongue was delicately tracing your jaw and then sliding between your lips as he gave a groan. A deeply satisfying groan as if he’d been waiting forever to do this. All too soon, the clearly amused driver opened the door to reveal a helicopter waiting on a private airstrip.

“I do not intend to waste a moment of our forty-eight hours,” he said, helping you out of the car. Interestingly, there didn’t seem to be a pilot.

“Um, are you flying us there?” You cocked your head, watching him throw your bags into the tiny cargo area and walk around the helicopter, performing a pre-flight check. James looked up at you, his pale eyes squinting slightly in the watery sunshine. He was wearing those black jeans again that fit so well, and a blue shirt - sleeves rolled up - that perfectly matched his eyes. He is so beautiful, you thought, a bit weak in the knees.

“Do you trust me, darling?” Oh, now he was just being devilish, one corner of his mouth turned up in a subtle smirk.

“With my life,” you said instantly, “you’ve already saved it twice.” His mouth was back on yours almost before you finished the sentence and you sagged against his broad chest for a moment. His kiss tasted like gratitude, like passion, like a promise.

James put the helicopter down on a tiny landing pad near the cottage he’d borrowed from his friend. “Less a cottage and more a mansion,” he wryly remarked as he accepted the keys from a grinning caretaker who immediately left them alone.

Maila was walking through the hallway, fingers lightly tracing the hand-plastered walls hung with brightly-colored tapestries and some whimsical sculpture pieces. The huge, arched windows were the only hint of a modern design and they looked out on to the little vineyard. “You know your friend has to have an amazing house wine, right?”

He laughed, “We will try it with dinner tonight. In the meantime…” Hesitating, wondering if it was too soon, if Maila would be ready, if she needed more time. When he looked up, she was already at the top of the stairs.

“In the meantime,” she drawled, unbuttoning her shirt, “I’m sure we can think of something to do.” She squealed as he loped up the stairs and hauled her over his shoulder. In the bedroom with a graceful four-poster bed and filmy white curtains, he let her down gently, cupping her face in his hands with the lightest, most tender kiss. And then he threw her onto the bed, feet flying up and laughing as the carefully arranged pillows flew everywhere. James finally allowed himself what he'd been fantasizing about since she walked on to that stage at Wembley, moving his mouth and tongue over every inch of her, removing each article of clothing slowly until she was naked and moaning, her hands stroking over his back and arms, sliding up to cup his face and kissing him. Rising on his knees, he smiled reassuringly, looking her over as he removed his pants and shirt. Lifting her leg up and putting it over his shoulder, he ran the tip of his tongue up her smooth skin, groaning low in his throat at the taste of her under his mouth. Then, with a dark smile that made Maila clench in anticipation, he dove into her center, sucking most of her wet lips and clitoris into his mouth with a lewd slurping sound. Her hands left his shoulders and he knew she was covering her face, anticipating the embarrassed giggle that came next.

"Don't be shy, darling," he soothed, sliding two fingers inside her and enjoying how those satiny walls clutched them as he stroked the rough pads of his fingertips along them. "You're so silky here, you taste sweet and slightly salty." Ignoring her, he used his deepest, more persuasive tone. "And when I press against you, just so..."

"OH! God!"

He couldn’t help his pleased chuckle as she came on his fingers. "...you gift me such sweetness. Delicious, utterly."

You covered your face again. “I can’t believe I just… really? Came within like sixteen seconds?”

“More like ninety seconds or so,” James said soothingly, then set to work again, wringing two more orgasms out of you with his mouth and fingers before sliding up your shaking body, wrapping your weak legs around his waist. "I want to be inside you, sweet Maila."

You could feel his thick head, already wet with his leaking tip pressed against the opening of your passage. Why was he waiting? You moaned when his cock pulsed against you. "Please, James..."

"Invite me inside you."

You looked up at him then, searching his face. This was different, even more than giving the usual consent to a partner. This was... what? You were agreeing to more somehow, but you were past thinking clearly, so you nodded instead, raising up on your elbows and kissing him. "Please be inside me, James."

With a pleased growl, James did, pushing in slowly, as her thighs tightened and then relaxed against his waist. When her moans grew louder, her hands pulling and clinging to his shoulders, he plowed through her cunt eagerly, over and over while he listened to her moan as he felt the stretch and pull inside her, circling his hips to gain access to every inch of her channel.

"God, the way you shape around me," he groaned, "it's heaven. Your heat and silk..." he began thrusting harder, forgetting he might be hurting her, forgetting it might have been a very long time for her and only thinking how good it felt to be inside his Maila, how perfect she was and how he'd never felt home inside another woman. Not like this. Nothing like this. He didn't realize he'd said that out loud until she hugged him harder.

“Yes, please,” Maila managed to moan, “Please, stay inside me. Fill me up.”

James shuddered as he’d nearly come right then but held himself still for a moment. “Such a very good girl,” he said a little hoarsely, “such delightful, filthy words.” Pulling her up as he went back on his heels, he pushed his hips forward to line his wide head up to the opening to her slick cunt and began sliding up inside her again. “The shape of you,” he groaned, “the way you fit around my cock, wrapping so wet and tight.”

He was thick, this beautiful man, so intrusive with his shaft forcing your walls to part for him and pressing against all those tender and secret spots inside that made you gasp and moan for him. You could feel the muscles in his flat stomach tighten as he slid inside another inch. And you looked down, making an embarrassing little whimper of pleasure as you saw half of his thick spike still outside you. It felt like a bit like a spike, driving higher than you thought you could possibly have room left to accommodate him. James always seemed to know when it was overwhelming you and he'd pause, flexing slightly inside you but rubbing your back, humming a little. His cock would continue sliding along your sensitive walls when your arms loosened a little.

"You're like satin, inside," he soothed in his beautiful, dark voice, "pulsing around me, so slick." He moved you up slightly, altering the movement of his driving cock. "When I press here..." he did it again, as you moaned for him. “I can push farther still, pushing up into the deepest part of you... there's a little hollow, the last bit of you where I can wedge my cock."

Your entire body stiffened and your back arched, a weak exhale of breath as you felt the heated head of his shaft rub enticingly inside you - up to your belly button surely - and then just... hold.

Your thighs were shaking, holding the sheer weight, the thickness of his cock inside you and James wasn't moving, just holding you still with his hands on your bottom, squeezing and stroking as he just held the position, spreading your insides so widely. You both held motionless in the moment until you made a small, desperate noise and tried to rise up a little.

"Ah, no, darling..." that mesmerizing voice whispering in your ear again, lovely filth about how beautiful you were and so sweet, how much he needed and wanted you, and how very, very good you felt. And then James just held pressed deeply inside your channel, rotating his hips very slightly, the pressure so intense that even a millimeter of movement seemed to push against all the most sensitive bits inside you and make you shudder and sigh. His sonorous voice and lurid compliments made you half-insane with arousal, knowing that he could make you ready to come just by speaking to you that way.

"Patience..." he whispered, "hold for me, lovely." Your focus seemed to narrow down to the wide, heavy shaft pushed halfway through your body, how even the slightest movement of his lean hips felt like fire stroking inside you.

"I treasure you so, precious girl," he finally growled, "I want to be inside you every moment, keep us mated so tightly that nothing can touch you." You heard his breathing begin to speed up as he ran his hands up and down your spine. "I do believe, my angel, that I can make you come with one more rotation of my cock rubbing the very top of you. Shall we see?"

Oh, my god he is going to kill me, you thought, dizzy with need, wanting him to come, wanting him to let you come, needing to feel the heat of him pulse inside and coat you. And so when this cruel, beautiful, perfect man made just the slightest movement that seemed to stroke along every nerve ending inside you, and as you felt the sudden, impossible swelling of his cock that meant James was coming inside you, with a soundless gasp, you came too.

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Aftermath

Daffy woke up still wrapped around his oldest, the little toon's fur was matted down in some places with vaseline, bandages, and dirt. The injuries he’d received yesterday were swollen, some of the bandages were dirty with blood and ink, and his nose was wet with a fever. Bugs was gone and he could smell food cooking downstairs, which worried him. The rabbit could do many things but cooking was not his strong suit. If he was paired with someone who knew how to cook he could be of assistance, but on his own he mostly made charcoal.

Wiggling his way out of the blankets, Daffy tucked Yakko back in and ran down the stairs, hoping to intercept the incoming smoke screen before the fire alarm woke up the concussed child. He tore into the kitchen with smoke wafting from his feet, only to see Bugs with a cup of coffee in his paw and Porky standing at the stove with a spatula in one hoof and his own mug in the other. Both toons looked at him when he came in, the pancake that had been in the process of being flipped landed smoothly in the pan.

“Eh, what’s up Duck?” Bugs asked.

“Oh thank god!” Daffy exclaimed, “I thought you were cooking!”

“No,I-i-i am.” Porky laughed, “I st-sta-st-stayed the night in the guest room, I wanted to make breakfast and check on Ya-yak-yakko.”

“An I told ‘im Yakko was fine, if a little concussed.” Bugs said.

“Tha-th-that poor kid, what happened to him?” The small pig asked, turning back to his pan.

“Sfar asth we can tell, he ran off, got beat up, and then got hit by a car.” Daffy said.

“Beaten up? My god-dd-d, when I find out who d-di-di-did that to him I’ll-”

The pig broke off ominously, flipping the pancake out of the pan with more force than was necessary. Bugs and Daffy exchanged a look of fear, Porky was the peaceful toon, the one who was least likely to start a fight. If a situation ever came to blows, Porky was the one trying to break it apart, him threatening someone meant he was really pissed.

“He’s good now though, he’s sleepin upstairs right now.” Bugs assured, “When he wakes up, you can see for yerself.”

Porky just nodded and poured another circle of batter into the sizzling pan, cleverly hiding his teary eyes.

“Thspeakin of the kid, he needsth a bath.” Daddy said bluntly.

Before Bugs could answer, Dot and Wakko came thundering down the stairs, each with tears in their eyes. The smallest Warner threw herself at Daffy and started bawling into his shoulder while Wakko ran over to Bugs and attached himself to his side. The grey hare scooped his younger son up and started shushing him, trying to stop the crying.

“Whatsh wrong?” Daffy asked, bouncing her in his arms

“Is Yakko dead?” She wailed.

“No!” Bugs gasped, “No, of course not. He’s upstairs sleepin, he has a concussion and some bruises but he’s okay.”

“Ca-can we see him?” Wakko sniffled.

“Couresth you can.” Daffy said, “C’mon kiddos, letsth go sthee you brother.”

Leaving Porky behind to cook pancakes, Bugs and Daffy carried their younger two kids up the stairs to see their wayward brother. Yakko was still sleeping, the blankets pulled all the way up to his chin. Wakko broke into a wave of renewed crying when he saw his brother and Dot practically threw herself out of Daffy’s arms and onto the bed.

“Whoa whoa, easy dhere!” Bugs chided, “He’s real banged up kids, ya gotta be gentle with him.”

At the mention of her brother's pain, Dot reeled back and stared at him for a moment, only to slowly reach out again and brush over Yakko’s exposed ear. Wakko crawled onto the bed beside him and laid down next to him.

“He’s goin ta be fine.” Bugs assured and brushed his daughters fur.

“What happened?” Dot asked.

“Your brother got into a fight.” Daffy said plainly. “And he’ll tell you himsthelf when he wakesth up, but right now, Uncle Porky’sth making sthome pancakesth that need eating.”

The promise of food got the younger kids moving, though instead of racing like they usually did, Wakko took his sister's hand and the two shuffled out. Daffy watched them go with a sad smile on his beak.

“Ya’know, I never notithed how brotherly Wakko is.” Daffy sommented, “But he’sth really sthepped up with Yakko out of commission.”

“Yep.” Bugs agreed. “It’s gonna be weird for da tree of em for a while. But fo right now, let’s wake Yakko up and get him cleaned up.”

Bugs took a seat on the bed and started gently shaking his son, calling his name softly. Yakko moaned and squirmed, whining in pain when his bruises were irritated.

“Aww kid.” Daffy whispered, stroking his ear. “It’sth okay.”

Yakko whimpered once more and his eyes opened slowly, bringing up his hand to shield his eyes from the dim light flickering through the windows. Bugs gave him a sympathetic look and pulled him up into a hug, rubbing his back to comfort him.

“It’s okay kid.” He soothed, “It’s gonna be alright, we’ve got ya.”

“Hurts.” Yakko mumbled.

“I know Yak, I know.”

“Here kid, take your pill.” Daffy instructed, putting a pill in his hand and holding up a cup of water.

Obediently and without any fanfare, Yakko swallowed a mouthful of water and the capsule and then leaned his bandaged head against Bugs’ shoulder. The rabbit stood and started to carry the kid to the bathroom across the hall. Daffy started drawing a bath while Bugs started on removing the dirty bandages, making Yakko whimper when the tape pulled on his fur.

“It’sth okay kid, we’ll take care of you.” Daffy comforted, hand in the tub to monitor the temperature.

“I feel sick.” Yakko muttered.

“Dat’s the concussion doc, yer gonna be feeling a little crappy for a while.” Bugs said.

“Don’t wanna.” He said, staring at the opened cuts on his body.

“Well dat’s kinda out of our control bud, yer brain needs time to heal.”

“Make it go faster.” He asked, looking at his guardian with big pleading eyes.

“Oh kid.” Bugs whispered, scooping him up into a hug. “I wish I could.”

Yakko and Bugs stayed in an embrace until Daffy shut off the water and motioned for the young toon to go in. Bugs lowered him into the water carefully and soaked a washcloth, gently wiping the grim from his fur.

“My sibs?” Yakko asked.

“Downsthairs with Porky.” Daffy said.

“They okay?” He rasped.

“They’re worried bout you but other than dat, they’re okay.” Bugs answered, lathering up a gentle fur shampoo and scrubbing it in.

“Can I see them?”

“Course. Afta yer not covered in dirt.”

With the answer, Yakko relaxed and let Bugs clean the grime off of him. Daffy sat on the lid of the toilet and held the towels for after, he’d also grabbed an oversized pair of pajamas for the kid to wear for the day. Big enough to hide the bandages and cosy enough that Yakko would be able to sleep most of the day comfortably like he probably would with the concussion.

Once Bugs was convinced that Yakko was properly cleaned, he lifted him from the bath and set him on the mat for Daffy to dry off. The oldest Warner curled himself into a ball and started shivering to ward off the cold, making it difficult for Daffy to properly dry him off, but he managed anyway. In the end, Yakko's fur was puffed up and he looked like a little black puffball, but he was dry enough to redress his wounds and put him in the pajamas.

“Well kiddo, Whadaya say, up for some breakfast?” Bugs asked.

“No.” Yakko mumbled.

“Oh c’mon Yak. Breakfastht isth the most important meal of the day.” Daffy said, lifting him up and carrying out and into the hallway.

“Don’t care. Don’t feel good.” Yakko said, hiding his face in the feathers.

“I know bud, but ya need food ta get betta.” Bug said, keeping stride with Daffy.

Yakko whined but didn’t complain anymore, instead he just let his arms hang limp over Daffy’s shoulder. The jostling going down the stairs made his head hurt and the change of lighting was making him nauseous but he didn’t have the energy to argue, he felt like he had been hit by a car. Oh wait.

“Yakko!”

Said toon winced at the loud, high pitched squeal that came from his sister when she saw him, but he put on a brave face and ignored it.

“Hey sister sib.” He greeted with as much energy as he could muster.

Dot grabbed onto his hands and squeezed them as hard as she could, looking up at her big brother with glossy black eyes. Wakko was following slowly behind her, practically tiptoeing up to them.

“Don’t ever do that again!” Dot scolded, “We were scared, you just left us and we didn’t know if you were ever coming home!”

“We thought you were gonna die.” Wakko added quietly, taking his cap off and twisting it.

“I’m sorry.” Yakko said softly.

He didn’t know what else to say. Last night, running off had seemed like such a great idea, he hadn’t even considered how his brother and sister would feel, finding him missing and not knowing why. Now that he could see how scared both of them were, he just felt selfish and stupid.

“We had to go to bed without you!” She continued, clearly still angry. “I had to sit on the counter to brush my teeth, and Wakko couldn’t do the buttons on his night shirt, and we didn’t get to hear a story!”

“Hey, I re-read-read you a story.” Porky interjected.

“Not like Yakko does!” Dot snapped, “Yakko knows all the voices and makes funny sounds.”

Deep down, Dot knew that this wasn’t about the fact that their routine had been slightly different. Even if Yakko usually held her up to the sink to brush her teeth, or helped Wakko with his buttons, or told an extravagant story for them before they fell asleep, they could get by without it. She was really mad because she had been scared, and all she’d been able to think about last night was that she may never be able to hear her big brother tell her a story ever again, or ever wake up knowing he was going to be there.

“Dot, calm down kid.” Bugs said, scooping her up. “Last night was scary, for all of us. But Yakko’s home now and it will all be okay.”

Out of anger to run on, Dot buried her face in Bugs’ fur to hide her tears. She both wanted to yell at Yakko some more and crawl into his lap and never leave.

“Dot,” Yakko called from Daffy’s arms. “I’m really sorry, I swear.”

“She knows kid, she just needs a minute.” Bugs assured, “Let’s get everybody some breakfast, that’ll cheer everyone up.”

Taking the hint, Porky started dishing pancakes onto the plates he’d set on the dining table. Dot and Wakko had already had a round of pancakes but they didn’t turn down the offer of more, Porky made good pancakes after all.Yakko felt like he would hurl if he tried to eat them but Bugs brought him a small bowl of raspberries and told him to eat as many as he could. The ensemble was quiet, out of respect for his pounding headache, and Yakko just focused on making his hand grab a berry without dropping it and bringing it to his mouth. Such a simple task twenty four hours ago, now it felt like it could be an olympic sport.

Breakfast finished quickly and soon all the plates were in the dishwasher and Porky was heading home. Yakko had managed about half of his berries and was so exhausted that he barely noticed when the pig gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze and a kiss on the head.

“I’m glad, I’m glad you’re home safe.” He whispered, “If you ever, ever need to talk, my num-number’s on the fridge.”

“Thanks.” Yakko whispered back.

Bugs migrated the other two kids to the couch and turned the television on and lowered the volume. Daffy lifted Yakko up off his chair and carried him back up to his bed, tucking him in and sitting with him until he fell asleep. As he stood up to leave, there was a knock at the front door and a race of little paws to answer it, followed by slower, heavier footsteps to talk to whoever was at the door. Hurrying down the stairs, Daffy saw Donald and Daisy Duck in the front foyer with a casserole dish covered in foil.

Dot was babbling happily at a speed and pitch that was incomprehensible to everyone but her, Wakko was standing behind her with his tongue hanging out of his mouth and his hat in his hands. Daisy was listening to Dots rambling with rapt attention even though he was sure that she couldn’t understand a word she was saying and Donald was smiling at his partner while she did so. Smiling and laughing, Bugs lifted their youngest and settled her on his hip, her tail and one arm curling around him but she didn’t stop talking the whole time.

“Alright Princess.” Bugs interrupted, playfully pinching her nose. “Why don’t you and Wakko go play in your room while Daff and I talk to our guests?”

Finally, Dot paused and looked at her guardian in shock, Daffy was mostly surprised that she hadn’t passed out from lack of oxygen/

“But that’s Daisy Duck!” She said, throwing her arm out at their guests. “She’s one of the most famous toons ever! And a fashion icon for over forty years!”

Lowering her voice, she leaned in and whispered something Daffy couldn’t catch into Bugs’ ears that made him laugh. He whispered something back and set her down to her feet, when she immediately grabbed Wakko’s arm and dragged him off so fast there was smoke wafting off the carpet in their wake. Donald waved his arms dramatically and started squawking and jumping around.

“I’m glad the triplets can’t do that, our fire alarms would always be going off.” Daisy joked, placing a calming hand on her partners arm.

“Yeah, us Warner toons come with different features then you Disney guys.” Bugs agreed, stomping out a small fire. “Makes life a little hectic.”

“You’re here to check on Yakko.” Daffy stated, cutting off the conversation.

“Yes, we are.” Daisy agreed, taking it in stride. “We also wanted to check on the other two but they seem fine.”

“We just laid Yakko down to sleep, he’s in pain and nauseous but he’s going to be fine.” Bugs said, “But I can go wake him up for you so you can talk to him.”

“That would be lovely.” Donald said in his famous voice. Only the fact that Bugs and Daffy had known him for so long allowed them to understand them.

Bugs went off to grab their oldest while Daffy went to make coffee for their guests, Donald and Daisy set their offering on the counter.

“We brought you a shepherds pie, we know it can be hard to make a meal plan with a sick kid.” Daisy said, “It’s fully cooked so all you need to do is reheat it when it’s dinner time.”

“Thank you.” He said, turning on the coffee maker.

“What time did you get home last night?” Donald asked.

“Late, I can’t remember what time.” Daffy answered.

Daisy laughed and nodded sympathetically, turning to see Bugs settling Yakko onto the couch with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. Both the Ducks hurried over to check on him, Donald displaying an amount of softness towards the young toon, reaching out and adjusting the blanket so it was more snug around him.

“Hey Kiddo.” Daisy whispered, “How are you feeling?”

“Bad.” Yakko mumbled, his ears drooping.

Humming sympathetically, Daisy took a seat beside him on the sofa and pulled him into a side hug. Yakko whined a little when he shifted and his bruises hurt but he didn’t pull away from her. Donald squaked a question that Yakko couldn’t understand, looking to Daisy for help.

“Would you be able to tell us what happened last night?” She translated.

“Um, I guess.” Yakko muttered.

Knowing that the Ducks wouldn’t believe a word he said if they were in the room, Bugs took Daffy’s hand and started pulling him out of the room.

“Daff and I are gonna have some coffee in the kitchen, you just yell or puke if you need us, kay Kiddo?” He asked.

Yakko nodded and the two Warner stars left, leaving Daisy and Donald alone with the teenaged toon.

“I got into a fight with Bugs.” Yakko whispered, “I don’t even remember why I was so upset but I yelled at him and told him to eff off.”

“Alright.” Daisy said.

“He told me to go to my room and I wouldn’t go, so he picked me up by the scruff and took me to the stairs. I went upstairs and thought that they were gonna send me away so I figured that I’d leave before I was sent away, I grabbed the money I had saved and climbed out the window.” Yakko said.

Donald snorted and covered his beak with his hands. The other toons stared at him but he just waved them along, signalling them to continue with the story.

“I don’t remember where I went but I wound up in this really weird part of town, the buildings were built weird and all the other toons were slammed. I was trying to get out of there and then these three guys who looked creepy called me a ‘Freshie’ and saying that I was asking for trouble just being there. He tried to grab me, I hit him and ran. One of them caught me, took my money and hit me a lot. I managed to get away and ran away and I think I must have run into the road cause someone hit me with their car.”

Yakko broke off and gulped, looking intently at his feet. Daisy rubbed his back soothingly and gave him a kiss between the ears.

“And then I woke up in the hospital and Bugs and Daffy brought me home.” He finished.

Daisy nodded and wrapped her other arm around him, giving him a gentle hug. Donald took one of his hands and squeezed in, smiling at him with teary eyes.

“Oh Honey, I’m so sorry that they did that to you.” She whispered, “That must have been so scary.”

“It was.” Yakko whispered back, seemingly in a trance.

The Ducks fawned over the young toon, Daisy rubbing his back while Donald held his hands. Yakko fixated on a spot on the floor and didn’t advert his gaze from it, he was aware of the older toons touching him, but he really didn’t have it in him to care. He had a headache, his stomach hurt, he was exhausted, and he just wanted to be back in his bed. He also wouldn’t have minded another cuddle pile with Bugs and Daffy, but that could wait until later, he knew they had his siblings and now guests to deal with.

Noticing Yakko had zoned out, Donald gave his hand a final, tight squeeze and his wife a kiss on the forehead, then went to find their hosts. Obviously, Yakko had gotten roughed up, but not by his guardians and based on how enthusiastic the younger Warner siblings had been, they weren’t being abused either. Which meant right now, they were keeping a sick and hurting child from his worried parents, who would probably have a better idea of how to make him feel better.

Donald and Daisy were no strangers to the challenges of parenting, the worries, the joys, the exhaustion, the excitement, and the unbridled joys of raising young toons. He could remember when Huey had learned to read and how proud he was, and how scared he was the first time the boys had done a stunt on set. He still felt that fear whenever they left, but he’d had almost a century to get used to it. Daffy and Bugs were brand new, those emotions were going to feel like the realist things they’d ever felt and he didn’t want them to be stressed for their kid for too long.

Daffy and Bugs were in the kitchen, two steaming mugs on the island and a small plate of oreos between them. They two were engaged in a hushed conversation that came to a dead halt as soon as she entered the room. To the untrained eye, it might not look like Bugs and Daffy were stressed, but the rabbit twitched his nose in a way that wasn’t common for him and Daffy was worrying a paper towel between his hands like a life line and Daisy knew that they were worried about her judgement of their parenting.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I think Yakko would like to see you two.”

Daffy didn’t wait to be told twice, he dropped the paper towel on the counter and rushed off to the living room. Bugs took a second longer, just long enough to give Daisy a grateful smile and a quick ‘thank you’ and then he was on his partners heels. Trailing behind them with their mugs and cookies, Daisy found her own partner settled on the couch and Daffy and Bugs taking care of Yakko.

Daffy was on the couch beside his oldest, one arm thrown over his shoulders and the other wrapped around his torso. Bugs was crouching down in front of Yakko, gloved hands on his knees and a small smile on his face. The three Warner toons had their heads bowed to quietly talk and after a moment, Daffy pulled Yakko completely into his lap, stood up, and carried him out of the room.

“Daffs just gonna put him back to bed, he’s tired.” Bugs informed, taking a seat on the sofa.

“Of course, poor dear.” Daisy cooed, “Concussions are so hard, when Dewey got his, he was in so much pain that if Donald or I weren’t with him, all he could do was cry.”

“And he couldn’t even do anything but lay in bed, he was so bored.” Donald added, “Louie and I took turns reading to him so he wouldn’t die of boredom.”

“Ohh, Yakko loves Shakesphere! Daff and I have a book of Shakespeare's best works that was supposed to be a gift for him later, but maybe we’ll give it to him now so we can read it to him.” Bugs pondered, “Dat could be something that he would enjoy.”

“He probably would.” Donald said.” He really trusts you guys, I can tell.”

“Thanks you guys, dat means a lot.” He said.

~~~

Wakko would admit, he had never really noticed just how hard Yakko worked to be the oldest. He hadn’t had to be the rock of the trio ever, sometimes he had comforted Dot when she was upset, or sulking by himself, but he had always known that he could turn to his big brother if he got overwhelmed.

Now all that responsibility had fallen to him and he was going to take his job very seriously. He was going to make sure that Dot was entertained so she wouldn’t be bored, while also keeping her quiet so Yakko could sleep peacefully. Unfortunately, what she wanted to play right now was Princesses.

Wakko wasn’t the biggest fan of this game, if he had to play it he could usually get away with playing the server or butler so he wouldn’t have to sip tea with his pinky extended while wearing a scratchy dress that didn’t fit right while Yakko played the other Princess. But Yakko wasn’t here right now and Wakko wasn’t going to let either of his siblings down, so he was sitting in their room, in a scratchy green dress, listening to Dot talk about dragons kidnapping her or whatever happens to princesses these days.

“Princess Petal Darling.” Dot drawled, “Would you like another cup of tea?”

“Why, I would be delighted!” Wakko played along, holding up his empty plastic tea cup.

Dot tipped the teacup and held it for a second, waiting for the cup to fill up with imaginary tea, humming some made up tune to herself while she did so. At least this was a step up from the way they used to play this game, with no props and only a thrift store nightgown that Yakko had glued dollar store glitter onto. Bugs and Daffy had gifted Dot a plastic pink tea set and some dress up gowns to play with after they’d been roped into playing with her. Dot still had the old dress, but it was tucked away safely in the back of their closet in her memory box, which no one but her was allowed to touch.

A knock on the door startled both of the Warner Siblings and Bugs poked his head in, grinning when he saw them.

“Hey you two, did ya wanna come down and hang out with our guests?” He asked.

“Yes!” Dot squealed, leaping out of her seat and jumping up and down.

“Alright then, come on.” Bugs said.

Dot raced out the door, scurrying past Bugs in her mad dash for the living room. Wakko was a little slower, he took a moment to take his hat off and run his finger through his fur. Usually he didn’t care about what he looked like and would go down to raid the cupboard without Bugs and Daffy noticing that he had eaten an entire bag of goldfish crackers. Today though, he had to be the one setting the good example and putting the best foot forward.

Bugs walked with him on the way down the stairs, one hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner. To nobody's surprise, Dot was already sitting in Daisy’s lap and was asking questions about what it was like being a Disney toon. Daisy was taking it in stride, expertly holding her and answering her questions, never commenting when the same question was asked multiple times. Donald was looking at his partner with a look of silent adoration, his eyes very nearly hearts, but he snapped out of it when he noticed Wakko.

The white feathered duck babbled something at the young toon that he didn’t understand so he looked to the grey hare beside him. Bugs chuckled and smiled at him.

“He wants to know how you’re doing.” He translated.

“Oh, I’m okay.” He said, albeit awkwardly, “How are you?”

Donald babbled again and once again, Bugs translated for him.

“He’s doing well.”

The doorbell rang and Wakko jumped at the sudden noise. Daffy wrinkled his brow and went to investigate, the door opened and there was a shuffling of feet as whomever was at the door came in. Bugs lifted Wakko up and carried him closer so they could both see who was there. In the entryway stood Mickey and Minnie Mouse, each holding a dish covered in tinfoil while Daffy invited them in.

“Oh, hello.” Bugs greeted, waving to their new guests.

“Bugs dear!” Minnie said, holding up her offering. “We wanted to check on you guys and see how you were all doing.”

“And we wanted to check on Yakko.” Mickey added, wrapping his free arm around her waist.

“I just put him back to bed.” Daffy said, an unusual air of authority in his voice. “I’m not going to wake him up now, he needs his sleep.”

“Da doctor said he was going ta need more sleep to recover.” Bugs added, “Since his brain is a little rattled.”

“And we just talked to him, he’s okay!” Daisy called from the living room.

Mickey smiled and nodded, recognising correctly that Bugs and Daffy had drawn a line in the sand that they weren’t willing to erase. Minnie confidently wandered over to the kitchen and set her dish down on the counter.

“We brought you some dinner for later.” She said, “It’s some teriyaki vegetable chicken stirfry, lots of nutrients for the children.”

“Thank you.” Bugs said, “Would you two like some coffee or tea?”

Mickey took a tea while Minnie took some coffee and then joined Donald and Daisy in the living room, all the grown up toons settled with their hot beverages and the children with glasses of juice. Dot was losing her mind at not having just Daisy Duck, but also Minnie Mouse in the same room as her and was now alternating between geeking out and asking them questions at lightspeed. The two women were sitting with Dot in between them, smiling and answering her every inquiry with endless patience.

Wakko was sitting on Bugs’ lap, keeping an eye on his little sister. He didn’t even really know what for, but it sounded like something Yakko would do so he did it. He didn’t pay any mind to what the grownups were talking about, he just kept an eye on Dot.

~~~

Lunchtime came sooner rather than later, Bugs, Mickey, and Daisy worked in a chain to make some sandwiches for everyone while Donald, Minnie, and Daffy cut up fruit and veggies and cooked some frozen french fries. Dot and Wakko were in charge of getting the paper plates counted and stacked on the counter and putting placemats on the table. On the stove, Daffy was heating up some chicken noodle soup for Yakko to eat. The eldest Warner had been sleeping for most of the visit, though he had apparently woken up when Bugs went up to give him some water.

Wakko tagged along with Bugs to get his brother, creeping his way to the bed to look at his brother's sleeping form. Yakko was curled up under the covers, but what could be seen was battered and bruised, and his fur looked dull. It was scary to see him like that, Yakko was always so full of life and personality, not scared of speaking his mind and standing for what he believed in. Now he looked so frail and small, more like a doll than his big brother.

Bugs sat gingerly on the edge of the bed and set the fresh glass of water he’d brought on the bedside table. Then, he placed a hand on his eldests shoulder, gently shaking him, barely moving him in the bed. Yakko whined and blinked his eyes open, immediately reaching up to Bugs when he saw him.

“Hey Kiddo.” Bugs whispered, pulling him into his lap and hugging him close.

Yakko buried his face into the fur on Bugs’ shoulder and held on tight to him.

“My head hurts.” He complained, “Everything hurts.”

“Oh Kid, I know.” Bugs sympathised. “But I brought you some water and a Tylenol, and Daff has some soup ready downstairs for you.”

The hare coaxed Yakko to take the pill and have a drink of water, helping him hold the glass when his hand shook. Wakko silently took the glass from his brother when he’d finished drinking, even though it was still mostly full, and put it on the bedside table. Bugs carried Yakko down to the ground floor with Wakko trailing behind them, watching Yakko's hands dangle limply down Bugs’ back.

Donald and Daffy had set Yakko's spot up with a bowl of steaming soup, a spoon, and a mug of green tea. Daisy had grabbed a throw blanket off the back of the couch to wrap around the kid while he ate and soon enough, Yakko was bundled up and cosy in his chair. Wakko and Dot got their sandwiches, some fruit, and some french fries and settled in close to their brother. Bugs was sitting directly to Yakko’s left while his siblings were on his right, each watching him as subtly as possible while eating their own food. The eldest slowly lifted the spoon to his lips, the utensil trembling like the weight was too much for his aching body to lift.

The Disney toons were also watching, seeing the way he trembled and how he grimaced after taking a small mouthful of the soup. While they didn’t know Yakko intimately, they had all seen him in some of the episodes of Animaniacs they had seen, or on posters, and his fur had always been glossy and his eyes bright. Now his fur looks dull and unkempt, his eyes were half closed, rimmed with red, and had dark circles underneath them. All of it was sad to see, a child looking so beaten down and exhausted and drained of life, especially since Warner Bros. Toons were supposed to be larger than life and goofy almost all the time.

Yakko didn’t even make it to the halfway point before tapping out, setting his spoon down and turning to Bugs.

“I’m done.” He rasped.

“Dats it?” Bugs asked, looking quizzically at the bowl. “Ya barely touched yer food.”

Yakko nodded and turned his head away from the food. His eyes were shut tight and he looked repulsed by just the smell of food. Bugs scooted a little closer and leaned down to be closer to him.

“C’mon Yak, ya need food ta get better.” He whispered.

“I don’t want it.” Yakko said again.

“Three more bites.” Bugs bargained. “Three more bites and then you can be done.”

“I can’t.” he whispered.

“Yah you can.” Bugs said, “C’mon, it’s just three bites.”

With a trembling bottom lip, Yakko turned back to the offensive bowl of soup and swallowed hard. He took up the spoon again and put it in the broth, stirring it slowly so he could watch the pieces of chicken and noodles float up and swirl in the liquid. Lifting the spoon looked like he was Atlas lifting the sky, but he managed to bring it to his mouth once more. The food had barely touched Yakkos tongue before he gagged, stood up, and ran for the trash can, collapsing in front of it and emptying his stomach into it.

“Shit.” Daffy muttered.

The black duck stood up and hurried to his son, kneeling next to him and rubbing his back while he retched. Bugs wasn’t far behind, crouching by Yakko’s other side and holding the can steady. Daisy looked to the other Warners and lifted herself from her seat.

“Hey you two, lets go see what's on TV.” She said, gathering up their plates.

Wakko and Dot cautiously followed after her, looking over their shoulders at their brother, sandwiched between their guardians while he retched. Donald and Mickey got up and helped Daisy usher the younger two out so their brother could have some privacy. Donald was usually against children eating a meal while watching television unless it was a special occasion or they were sick, but he was very willing to make an exception today. It was no secret that the siblings were close, seeing their brother suffer was bound to hurt Wakko and Dot, television might take their mind off of it a little bit.

Bugs rubbed Yakko’s back while he coughed and spit into the trash. His son’s forehead was coated in sweat and he was shaking so hard that the bin was rocking against the floor. Daffy kissed Yakko on the head and stood up, grabbing a clean cup and filling it with cool water.

“I’m sorry Kiddo.” Bugs whispered, “I shouldn’ta told ya to eat more.”

“It’s kay.” Yakko replied.

Daffy reclaimed his spot and held the cup up to his lips, helping him rinse his mouth out and then take a sip to rehydrate. Yakko readjusted himself so he could sit on the floor a little more comfortably and rested his head against Bugs’ shoulder.

“Can I go back to bed?” He asked. “Please? I’m so tired.”

“Oh Yak, of course.” Bugs said, “C’mon.”

The rabbit gathered the kid up into his arms and lifted him up, carrying him out of the room. Yakko immediately buried his face in the soft fur and curled himself closer, koalaing to him like it was the most natural thing in the world. Bugs hurried his way to Yakko’s room and laid down in the bed with him.

“Get some sleep, I’ve got ya.” He whispered. “I’ve always got you.”

#Baffy #bugs bunny/daffy duck #dad bugs bunny #Daffy Duck #dad daffy duck #Bugs Bunny #Yakko Warner #Wakko Warner #Dot Warner #yakko wakko and dot #the warner brothers #The warner sister #the Warner Siblings #baffy and the animaniacs #Fluff #angst

[ur-fav-inactive-writer]

𝐈𝐜𝐞 𝐈𝐜𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒

Ivan of Zandar x Pregnant!Reader | Part One , Two @smoiesaustine

Request: Once you are done with the Ice Ice Ranger pt 2 can you do a pt. 3 of Ice Ice ranger? The birth of our baby.

WC: 1129

It had been many, many months since you had stopped being a ranger. It wasn't permanent, but it felt as such. You hadn't been a part of any battle in nearly 5 months. And even after the baby came, Ivan wanted you to be on maternity leave for as long as possible. You were annoyed by this, but agreed for yours and the baby's health and wellbeing. Ivan was thrilled that you agreed to stay out of danger but understood how frustrating it must've been.

As you approached your due date, Ivan began trying to stay away from any missions or battles. Ivan did everything in his power to ensure you'd always be at his side. Or if it wasn't by his side, it was Shelby's, Tyler's, Riley's, or any other rangers. He needed to be certain that you were always safe, and having a ranger beside you at all times allowed him to calm down a little. It was an incredibly busy day at the café meaning that you were the only one left in the base. Being heavily pregnant, you were forbidden to be working. No matter how understaffed they were, they didn't let you work. Ivan just wanted you to relax for the remainder of your pregnancy. You were in the base, relaxing, when you felt it. Your water broke. Uh oh. Everyone was upstairs and you certainly weren't waddling up all the stairs in your condition. You panicked for a few moments before remembering that your phone was across the room. You grabbed it and called Chase, who always answered since he was always on it. He answered and before he could say hi you blurted out,

"Hey Chase, so um, don't panic, but my water just broke, so I just really really really need Ivan right now."

You heard him go silent in shock before shouting out for Ivan and Ms. Morgan. As he shouted this, he hung up. You stood in the base for a few minutes until you heard the sound of clamouring. Turning your head, you saw Ivan and Ms. Morgan rushing to your side and the rest of the rangers following suit. Ivan grabbed you by the waist, hastily asking a plethora of questions. You hushed him and reassured him you were okay. Ms. Morgan recommended that the two of you head to the hospital, and you agreed. Tyler quickly offered using his jeep as a ride, and you nodded. Ivan carried you over to the car, helping you breathe through the contractions. He carefully sat you down in the car before sitting himself next to you and holding your hand. Tyler and Kendall sat in the front seat, occasionally checking in on you. They arrived at the hospital, and Ivan carried you from the car into the hospital. Ms. Morgan decided to do the talking for you. She explained the situation, and the nurses guided you into a room. The contractions kept growing stronger, causing you to cry out in pain. Ivan gently squeezed your hand, sharply inhaling when he realised how cold your palms were. Whenever you were in pain, your ice powers kicked in and turned you colder than ever. He decided to talk with you to distract you from the overwhelming pain.

"So, do you think the little one will have your powers?" You smiled at his words. "Maybe, perhaps we can call her Elsa if she does." The light laugh that came along with your sentence caused Ivan to crack a smile. "She, hm? How can you be certain?" You shrugged, "Mothers instincts. You're gonna have a little lady, I'm sure of it." You both laughed softly before you squeezed his hand again due to another contraction. He helped you breathe through it and started up the conversation again. "Well, having a mini (Y/N) wouldn't be so bad." He said, looking at you with a soft smile. "Just imagine her with your adorable curls and smile. Maybe she'll look more like a little Ivan." The thought of having a daughter with both of your features made him happier than ever. You two kept conversing, pausing occasionally to breathe through the contractions.

Eventually, it was time for your little one to come into the world. You grabbed Ivan's hand, overwhelmed with the excruciating pain coursing through your body. You squeezed his hand tightly as he tried to reassure you it'd be okay. Breathing heavily, you whimpered out an incoherent sentence. Ivan looked at you quizically, gesturing you to repeat it. "Ivan, 'm scared, it hurts so bad, I can't do it." He pressed a soft kiss to your hand. "Yes, you can milady, I'm sure of it."

~*~*~*~*~

It had been many, many hours since your water had broken, and the team was sat anxiously in the waiting room. They hadn't heard anything about you since you had been admitted to a room, so impatiently waited for an update. After what felt like years, Ivan came into the waiting room. The Rangers' faces lit up at his presence.

"How is (Y/N) and the baby doing?!" Came Shelby's voice.

"Is everything doing okay?" Kendall's voice chimed in.

"Do we get to meet baby?!" Asked Koda enthusiastically.

Ivan silenced all of his friends. Smiling, he began speaking. "(Y/N) is doing just fine. It's a girl. Winter Amber (Y/L/N)." The team awww-ed at his words, Shelby being excited that it's a girl. He invited them all to come see you and the baby. They all walked in, trying to keep quiet and not disturb you too much. As they walked into the room, they all gushed over how adorable your baby was. She had icy white hair, soft curls (just like Ivan's), and Ivan's eyes.

What was apparent to you once you had held her for the first time was that she had inherited your ice powers. You figured this out due to the fact that when you picked her up, she was cold to the touch and had left small flakes of snow in her cot. You passed her around to the rangers, making sure someone was there to help Koda with holding her.

"Hey, how come you called her Winter with the middle name Amber?" Shelby inquired. You softly grinned, excited to explain why you had named your daughter what you had. "Well, since she's inherited my ice powers and was born in December, we called her Winter. And Amber is because its a similar colour to gold, which pays tribute to Ivan being the gold ranger." You said, looking up at your fiancé fondly. He was still sat at your side, gently caressing the back of your hand.

"I can't wait to raise Winter with you, my love." He whispered softly in your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple. And if you were being honest, you couldn't wait either.

#ur fav inactive writer #dino charge #dino charge fluff #ivan of zandar x reader #ivan of zandar #ivan x reader #dino charge x reader #power rangers dino charge #power rangers dino charge x reader

[two-maroon-ghosts]

With your face and the beautiful eyes

And the conversation with the little white lies

And the faded picture of a beautiful night

You carried me from your car up the stairs

And I broke down crying, was she worth this mess?

After everything and that little black dress

After everything I must confess, I need you

#taylor swift #Such an underrated bridge dude #Found this in my drafts for some reason #Posting it now #Still in love with this tho #Very relatable ✌️

[jxncywarrior]

Stranger Things characters and ships as Taylor Swift Albums

Part Two: Fearless (Taylor’s Version)

*Disclaimer: I’m tagging all the ships and characters featured. I’m gonna try not to be biased. MOST of these are strictly based on canon. No hate to ANY ships or shippers.*

Fearless: Jancy (Nancy’s POV)

“Well you stood there with me in the doorway…It's the first kiss, it's flawless, really something, it's fearless”

Fifteen: Will

“In your life you'll do things greater than dating the boy on the football team but I didn't know it at fifteen”

Love Story: Lumax (Max’s POV)

“Romeo, save me, they're tryna tell me how to feel. This love is difficult, but it's real. Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess”

Hey Stephen: Stancy (Steve’s POV)

“Hey Stephen, I could give you 50 reasons why I should be the one you choose”

White Horse: Byers Brothers to Lonnie

“I was a dreamer before you went and let me down. Now it's too late for you and your white horse”

You Belong With Me: Byler (Will’s POV)

“I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry”

Breathe: El to Hopper

“Cause it's tragedy and it'll only bring you down. Now I don't know what to be without you around”

Tell Me Why: Max to Billy

“I need you like a heartbeat but you know you got a mean streak. Makes me run for cover when you're around”

You’re Not Sorry: Mileven (El’s POV)

“You got your share of secrets and I'm tired of being last to know”

The Way I Loved You: Jopper (Joyce’s POV)

“Breaking down and coming undone. It's a roller coaster kind of rush. And I never knew I could feel that much”

Forever & Always: Byler (Will’s POV)

“Oh, and it rains in your bedroom. Everything is wrong It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone”

The Best Day: Will to Jonathan

“know you were on my side even when I was wrong. And I love you for giving me your eyes. Staying back and watching me shine”

Change: The Upside Down

“These walls that they put up to hold us back will fall down. It's a revolution, the time will come for us to finally win and we'll sing hallelujah, we'll sing hallelujah”

Jump Then Fall: Lumax (Lucas’ POV)

“I realize your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard”

Untouchable: Byler (Will’s POV)

“It's like a million little stars spelling out your name. You gotta come on, come on. Say that we'll be together”

Come In With The Rain: Elmax (El’s POV)

“I've watched you so long, screamed your name. I don't know what else I can say”

Superstar: Steddie (Eddie’s POV)

“And all the girls in the front row scream your name”

The Other Side Of The Door: Jancy (Nancy’s POV)

“You carried me from your car up the stairs. And I broke down crying, was she worth this mess?”

Today Was A Fairytale: Jopper (Joyce’s POV)

“Can you feel this magic in the air? It must have been the way you kissed me”

You All Over Me: Stancy (Steve’s POV)

“I lived, and I learned. Had you, got burned”

Mr Perfectly Fine: Mileven (El’s POV)

“But that was when I got to know Mr. "Change of heart" Mr. "Leaves me all alone, " I fall apart. It takes everything in me just to get up each day. But it's wonderful to see that you're okay”

We Were Happy: Lumax (Max’s POV)

“No one could touch the way we laughed in the dark”

That’s When: Stonathan (Jonathan’s POV)

“I said, "I know" when you said, "I did you wrong, made mistakes and put you through all of this"”

Don’t You: Stancy (Steve’s POV)

“Don't you smile at me and ask me how I've been. Don't you say you've missed me if you don't want me again. You don't know how much I feel I love you still”

Bye Bye Baby: Stancy (Steve’s POV)

“I want you bad but it's come down to nothing and all I have is your sympathy”

If This Was A Movie: Stancy (Steve’s POV)

“I know people change and these things happen but I remember how it was back then”

Links to other parts of this series: Debut, Speak Now, Red, 1989, reputation, Lover, folklore, evermore

#jancy #will byers #lumax #stancy #jonathan byers #lonnie byers #byers brothers #billy hargrove #max mayfield #byler #eleven #el hopper #jim hopper #mileven #jopper #stranger things #the upside down #elmax #steddie #stonathan