#but as soon as park mission started and i got to share a car with him...

[captainpricelover]

In the car, really?

Captain price x f!reader

Wordcount- 0.8k

Warnings: Smut!! Car sex, Public sex, P in V sex, Breeding kink, possessive!Price. Price missed you after a long mission and shows you that in his own special way.

Names used: Honey, Hun, Baby.

After an extended mission, you pick your boyfriend up from the airport. It's the middle of the night and no one else is around. It's raining heavily and you're playing your favourite Lana del Rey song through the Bluetooth speaker.

Prices smile at you as opens the driver-side door, he leans over and presses the release button on your seatbelt before lifting you into his arms and pulling you out of his car while practically squeezing you to death.

“Missed’cha, honey,”

 John states while planting small kisses all over your face, his overgrown mutton chops scratch your face while he does. You make a mental note to tell him to trim them later. You wrap your arms around his neck as you pull in him closer

“I missed you too baby!”

The parking lot near the base is empty and dark, the only light coming from the moon and inside your car. You and Price share a long-awaited romantic moment as the raindrops fall around the two. He places his bonnie hat on top of your head as he breaks the kiss. The hat smells of Price; cigars, gunpowder and whiskey with a hint of some expensive cologne.

He smiles as he sits down in the driver's seat “Let's go home,” 

“You’re tired, let me drive,” You say while attempting to stop him from getting in

“No, it's fine really. To be honest darling your driving stresses me out,”

“Aren’t you a charmer,” 

Laughter erupts from the both of you. Price pulls you into his lap as he finally sits down.

“I missed that laugh,” 

He sighs, Price never talks about his missions but you could tell that they affect him. The rain starts hammering on the roof of the car.  

“Let me show you how much I missed you,”

 Price's hands start to explore your entire body. His fingers play with the hem of your skirt as he thrusts his hips only to discover 

“No knickers, huh?” 

“Was meant to be a surprise for later”

“Well I am very surprised baby, but your cunt is soaking my work trousers,”

“We’re going to fuck in the car aren't we?”

“You read my fucking mind, hun!” 

With that, your skirt is flipped over, with your ass out for anyone to see. His fingers grip the flesh as he humps his clothed cock on your wet pussy. You move your hand down his torso past his chiselled abdomen and to the large tent in his trousers. He flinches as soon as your fingertips make contact.

“Fuck, I need you, baby, haven’t fucking touched myself in weeks.”

“I need you too, missed your cock inside me,” 

Price’s zipper gets undone in one quick movement. Your hand quickly pulls his manhood out of his boxers before moving up and down his shaft. He lets out some small groans as his head flings back, hitting the headrest of the seat. The fingers that press into your ass push you back slightly as John aligns his cock with your entrance. He might have pushed you back slightly too fast as your ass makes contact with the centre of the steering wheel causing a loud honking sound to echo throughout the parking lot. A roar of laughter escapes Price’s lips before being shortly followed by your own giggling. His manhood enters you as he pulls you in closer, away from the wheel. A moan exits your lips stopping your chuckling. You bite your lip in an attempt to quieten the noise

“Don’t, I want to hear you” 

He commands using his captain voice. So you let go of your bottom lip because of course, you got to follow his orders. You move your hips up and down, slowly grinding yourself against his cock. One of your hands moves up to secure his bonnie hat on your head while the other wraps place itself over Price’s shoulder. His movements speed up as more low groans escape his lips.

“Missed you, John. The house is so empty without you” You manage to say in between moans.

“Gonna knock you up, so you ain’t lonely anymore,” 

“I was thinking of a dog, but that could work too,” You joke but it flys over his head

“Fill your cunt with my cum. You wanna be filled huh?”

His thrust gets faster. He is actually going to go through with this. You're getting close. He squeezes you tighter as he becomes rougher. You let go of his hat and wrap your arms around his neck as you get closer to your orgasm. The movements of your hips become in sync with his thrusts. All of a sudden you feel a bite on your neck, it’s John, he only does this when he's feeling possessive which turns you on even more. 

“I’m going to cum!” You practically scream

“Cum for me, honey,” 

And with that, you unravel. Your whole body shakes as you reach your high. Your cunt squeezes around his cock which causes him to finish as well. His cock shoots hot cum inside you before he slowly pulls out. 

“I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, John,” You smile as you look in his eye. You can make a shape that's reflected in his pupils. It's a car. You snap your head around only to see a man with a skull face staring back at you.

#captain price #captain price headcanons #captain price x reader #captain price x reader smut #cod mw price #john price x reader #john price headcanons #cod mw2 #cod hcs #cod

[songbirdseung]

pranks / en- hyung line

pranking them and getting pranked by them

heeseung

pranking him:

You had decided it was time for a little harmless fun with your boyfriend, Heeseung. You knew he was a bit sensitive, but you also found his reactions utterly adorable. So, with a sly grin on your face, you sent him a text message that was sure to get his attention.

Text from Y/N: "Heeseung left, come over."

You knew he'd just left your place a few minutes ago, and you couldn't wait to see his reaction. You watched from your window as Heeseung's car pulled out of the driveway, and you couldn't help but giggle at the mischievous prank you were about to pull off.

Meanwhile, Heeseung was driving down the street, thinking about the lovely afternoon he had just spent with you. He couldn't help but smile as he replayed your conversations and the sweet moments you'd shared. He was so lost in his thoughts that he barely noticed the text notification on his phone.

He pulled over to the side of the road to check his phone, puzzled by your message. His heart started racing, and a wave of jealousy washed over him. Why would you be with someone else so soon after he'd left? His mind raced with all sorts of scenarios, each one more painful than the last.

Frantically, he texted back: "Who's there? What's going on, Y/N?"

Heeseung's heart sank. He turned the car around and sped back to your place, consumed by jealousy and anxiety. He parked the car and practically sprinted to your front door, his mind racing with thoughts of who might be with you.

You opened the door with a mock surprised look on your face, trying to hide your amusement. "Heeseung, what are you doing here?" you asked, feigning innocence.

Heeseung looked devastated as he stammered, "I got your message, and I thought… I thought you were with someone else."

You couldn't keep up the charade any longer, and your heart melted at the sight of his pained expression. You burst into laughter and pulled him into a warm hug.

"Heeseung, it was just a prank!" you confessed, unable to contain your amusement any longer.

Relief washed over Heeseung's face, and he couldn't help but chuckle as he realized he'd been fooled. "You got me good, Y/N," he said, shaking his head. "But please don't ever do that again. My heart can't take it."

You smiled and kissed him on the cheek, feeling a surge of affection for your sweet and slightly gullible boyfriend. "I promise, no more pranks. I just couldn't resist your adorable whining."

Heeseung grinned and pulled you closer, grateful that it was all in good fun. "Well, if it means I get to hold you like this, maybe pranks aren't so bad after all."

pranked by him:

Heeseung had patiently bided his time since your last prank, and he had been plotting the perfect revenge. He knew he had to play it cool and strike when you least expected it. He decided to enlist the help of his ENHYPEN members for this mission, knowing they'd be up for the challenge.

One evening, Heeseung casually mentioned his plan to his bandmates, and they were more than willing to assist. They gathered around, giggling like mischievous schoolboys, as they played with makeup to create the perfect fake hickeys on Heeseung's collarbone and neck.

With the makeup artfully applied, Heeseung was ready to execute his revenge. He knew he had to be subtle and act natural to catch your attention.

That night, as Heeseung returned home, he put his plan into action. He walked in with an air of confidence, but there was something different about him, something he was hiding. You couldn't help but notice the way he was acting strangely.

You raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Heeseung, is something wrong? You seem a bit off tonight."

Heeseung grinned mischievously but refused to answer, enjoying the intrigue he was creating. He pretended to be distracted, checking his phone, and avoiding eye contact.

Your curiosity grew with each passing moment. "Heeseung, seriously, what's going on? Why are you acting like this?"

Heeseung decided it was time to take it a step further. He casually removed his jacket, claiming that it was too hot inside. As he did so, he made sure to expose the fake hickeys on his collarbone and neck.

Your eyes widened as you spotted the suspicious marks. Shocked and taken aback, you blurted out, "What on earth happened to your neck, Heeseung?" your mind conjured up all sorts of scenarios, and your eyes welled up with tears, fearing that something had gone terribly wrong. Her voice quivered as she asked, "Heeseung, please, just tell me what's going on. I can't handle this uncertainty." Her emotions were raw, and her vulnerability shone through as she anxiously awaited his response.

Heeseung couldn't hold back his laughter any longer. He burst into giggles and confessed, "Gotcha, Y/N! It's just makeup. I wanted to get my revenge for that prank you pulled on me."

You couldn't help but laugh too, realizing that Heeseung had outsmarted you this time. "Well played, Heeseung. I should've known you wouldn't let me get away with it that easily."

Heeseung wrapped his arms around you, still chuckling. "Don't worry, Y/N, we're even now. But let's make a pact—no more pranks, okay?"

You agreed with a smile, knowing that while the prank wars may be over, your relationship was filled with laughter and love, and that's what truly mattered.

jay

pranked by him:

While Jay was busy in the kitchen preparing lunch, an mischievous idea took root in his mind. He glanced over at the salt shaker, and a grin spread across his face as he plotted a little prank on his girlfriend, Y/N. He took a spoonful of the sauce bubbling in the pan and sprinkled an excessive amount of salt on it, making sure it would be quite the taste explosion.

With the spoon in hand, he walked over to the living room where Y/N was engrossed in a book. Jay cleared his throat dramatically to get her attention. "Hey, babe, I need your expert opinion on something. Could you taste this for me?"

Y/N looked up, slightly surprised by the request but always eager to help. She took the spoon from Jay and took a generous, unsuspecting bite. Her eyes widened, and her expression contorted in shock as the overwhelming saltiness hit her taste buds. She coughed and sputtered, her face turning comically sour as she glared at Jay.

Jay couldn't contain his laughter, watching Y/N's reaction unfold. But before she could unleash her vengeance, he bolted from the room, making a run for it with Y/N hot on his heels. The chase led them through the living room and into the kitchen, with Jay playfully dodging around furniture.

Finally, he slowed down and, with a mischievous grin, grabbed Y/N by the waist, pulling her close. She stopped in her tracks, panting and flushed from the pursuit. Jay couldn't help but chuckle as he held her, realizing it was time to come clean. "Okay, okay, I admit it was a funny prank, but I promise, no more salty surprises. I'm sorry, babe."

Y/N let out a sigh of relief, her annoyance giving way to laughter. "You better not try anything like that again," she teased, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. "But I have to admit, you got me good this time."

pranking him:

You couldn't resist the temptation for a little payback, especially knowing how much Jay loved his sleep and naps. His busy idol schedule often left him longing for some extra shut-eye, and you decided to take advantage of that. As Jay dozed peacefully on the couch, you quietly approached him, determined to execute your plan.

With a sly smile, you gently shook him awake, and Jay blinked groggily as he sat up. "Huh? What's going on?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

You handed him a plate of his favorite dish, a thoughtful gesture to make up for his missed lunch. "I thought you might be hungry, Jay," you said sweetly.

Grateful for the food, Jay thanked you and started eating. But it didn't take long for the soothing comfort of the couch and the fullness from the meal to lull him back to sleep. As he snuggled into the cushions, you went to work.

First, you changed the time on his phone to make it appear as if hours had passed. Then, you did the same to all the clocks in the room. With everything set up, you repeated your plan three more times over the course of the afternoon, each time waking Jay up, offering him a meal, and then watching him fall back asleep.

By the fourth "awakening," Jay was utterly perplexed and disoriented. He sat up with a bewildered look, staring at the clocks, his phone, and you. "Y/N, what's going on? Why does it feel like I'm in that Groundhog Day movie?"

You couldn't help but giggle at his confusion. "Oh, Jay, it's just a little revenge for all those pranks you've pulled on me," you confessed. "You've been taking so many naps lately that I thought I'd have a bit of fun with your sense of time."

Jay laughed, realizing he had been pranked in a way only you could have devised. "Okay, you got me. I guess I deserved that one," he admitted. "But please, let's call a truce on the pranks for a while. I promise not to mess with your sleep anymore either."

With a grin, you agreed to the truce, and Jay couldn't help but appreciate your cleverness even as he tried to shake off the strange feeling of experiencing multiple afternoons in a single day.

jake

pranking him:

You couldn't resist the opportunity for a playful prank on your boyfriend, Jake. He had a cherished bar of soap that he used every day in the shower, and you knew it would be the perfect target. So, you stealthily snuck into the bathroom, grabbed the bar soap, and applied a thin, clear coat of nail polish over it, rendering it impervious to water.

With your prank set, you placed the soap back in the shower and waited for Jake to come home. When he finally walked through the door, you greeted him with a warm kiss and a mischievous smile. He smiled back and told you he was going to wash up before dinner.

As you waited in anticipation, you heard the water running in the bathroom. A few minutes later, Jake emerged, wearing only a towel, his expression a mixture of confusion and annoyance. "Hey, Y/N, do you know what happened to my soap? It's not lathering up, and it feels all weird."

You struggled to contain your laughter as you innocently replied, "Oh, really? I have no idea. Maybe it's just old or something."

Jake furrowed his brow, clearly frustrated. "But it was fine this morning. This doesn't make any sense." He went back to the bathroom, picked up the soap, and examined it closely, still not realizing your prank.

You watched from the doorway as he examined the soap. The puzzled look on his face turned to one of realization as he discovered the layer of nail polish. "Wait a minute, Y/N!" he called out, his voice a mix of annoyance and amusement. "Did you do something to my soap?"

Unable to hold back your laughter any longer, you burst into giggles. "Guilty as charged," you confessed. "I couldn't resist a little prank."

Jake chuckled and shook his head, clearly impressed by your sneakiness. "You got me good, Y/N. I should've known better than to leave my favorite soap unattended."

With a grin, he turned off the water and wrapped the towel around himself, walking over to you. "Well, I guess I'll have to give you some credit for creativity. But just remember, revenge is a dish best served soapy," he teased, pulling you into a playful hug.

pranked by him:

The morning was bittersweet as Jake kissed you goodbye before his trip to Milan. You sensed something was amiss, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. Jake left, and you carried on with your day, occupied by various chores and work.

It wasn't until night fell that the mystery revealed itself. In the middle of the night, you stirred awake to the insistent, blaring noise of an alarm clock. Groggily, you fumbled to turn it off and settled back into bed, thinking it was just a one-time disturbance. But the relentless beeping returned after a mere five minutes, jolting you from your half-sleep. This cycle continued, with alarms going off every five minutes.

Growing increasingly frustrated, you finally decided to text Jake, wondering if he had any insight into this relentless disturbance.

Text from Y/N: "Jake, what's going on with all these alarms?"

A few moments later, your phone buzzed with Jake's reply.

Text from Jake: "Haha, gotcha! Check the house for hidden cameras, babe. I wanted to catch every moment of your reaction."

Baffled and slightly irritated, you began a search, checking various rooms in the house until you finally found the hidden camera discreetly positioned in the living room. You couldn't help but laugh at Jake's elaborate prank, shaking your head in amazement at his creativity.

You sent Jake a text with a chuckle:

Text from Y/N: "You sure know how to keep things interesting, even when you're miles away. Don't worry; I'll make sure to give you plenty of entertaining moments to watch."

Though his prank had disrupted your sleep, you couldn't help but feel a fondness for Jake's playful nature. You resolved to get your revenge when he returned from Milan, making sure he'd have plenty of entertaining moments to look forward to.

sunghoon

pranking him:

Feeling particularly energetic and mischievous one afternoon, you decided it was the perfect time to pull a prank on your boyfriend, Sunghoon, who had been holed up in his studio for hours, deeply immersed in his work. You knew he needed a break, and you couldn't resist the opportunity to bring some laughter into his day.

You gathered the rest of ENHYPEN, who were more than willing to assist in your playful scheme. Together, you collected rolls of duct tape and stealthily approached Sunghoon's studio. Your heart raced with anticipation as you began taping the doorway from top to bottom, making sure to cover every inch of the entrance.

It was a delicate operation, and the members had to suppress their laughter as they joined in on the mischief. Finally, when the door was completely covered in tape, you shared a grin with the others. Now it was time to execute the prank.

You made your way back to the front of the studio and called Sunghoon on his phone. "Sunghoon, I need your help with something urgently! Can you come out for a moment?" you asked, feigning urgency in your voice.

Inside the studio, Sunghoon sighed and decided it was time for a quick break anyway. He put down his work and approached the door. When he turned the handle and pushed the door open, he was met with an unexpected resistance. Confused, he pushed harder, only to find that the sticky side of the tape was firmly adhered to his path, blocking his way out.

His eyes widened in surprise, and then a grin spread across his face as he realized what was happening. He could hear stifled laughter from the other side of the door. "Y/N, is this your doing?" he called out, unable to hide his own amusement.

You and the ENHYPEN members couldn't hold back your laughter any longer, and you revealed yourselves. "Gotcha, Sunghoon!" you exclaimed, sharing a playful smile.

Sunghoon laughed along with you, appreciating the effort and creativity of your prank. "Well done, everyone. You got me good this time. But just wait until I come up with my revenge!" he declared, still grinning.

pranked by him:

After the successful duct tape prank, Sunghoon was itching for his revenge. As he left the room where everyone was gathered, he couldn't help but grin mischievously. He had something special in mind that would catch them all off guard.

Quietly, Sunghoon entered the hallway and began placing an array of mouse traps on the floor, effectively blocking everyone's way to get to the other side. He took his time setting up the traps, ensuring they were well-hidden and ready to spring.

Inside the room, the others grew curious about what was taking Sunghoon so long on his supposed "bathroom break." Concerned, they decided to text him, one by one, asking if everything was okay. Sunghoon's reply, however, was unexpected.

Text from Sunghoon: "Come out."

Y/N was the first to see the traps, and she immediately groaned in frustration. "Sunghoon, seriously? Another prank?" She couldn't help but whine to her boyfriend, knowing she'd have to face the challenge ahead.

The rest of the ENHYPEN members gathered around the door, trying to strategize their way out of this mouse trap predicament. Some dared to test the waters and ended up hurting their feet and hands as they attempted to move the traps. It was becoming increasingly clear that Sunghoon had outdone himself this time.

Finally, Y/N had an idea. She rushed off and returned with a broom, using it to carefully move the mouse traps out of the way, creating a safe path for everyone to cross. Sunghoon watched, a mixture of disappointment and amusement on his face, as his grand plan was foiled.

When Sunghoon returned to the scene, he wore a disappointed expression, realizing that Y/N had managed to outsmart his prank. However, Y/N, rather than gloating, simply wrapped her arms around him and planted a sweet kiss on his lips.

"Nice try, Sunghoon," she teased, "but it's going to take a lot more than mouse traps to outwit me."

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen au #engene #enha #enhypen x reader #heeseung #jungwon #sunghoon #jake #jay #jongseong #sunoo #ni ki #niki nishimura

[idyllcy]

starry starry night - rei furuya x reader

Rei heaves as he finishes wrapping himself up, bandages stained red from the wounds he suffered from the mission. He catches his breath as he sits in his car, brows furrowed as he stares at the text on his phone.

You coming home soon?

He types a quick answer as he starts the car, breathing quietly as he drives through the empty streets of Tokyo. You'd get upset at his injuries again. Well, upset isn't the right word, but it's one of the emotions you'd feel.

When he parks his car at your shared apartment, the front door is unlocked as you sit at the kitchen table, clicking through your phone. The click of the front door indicates his return, and you catch him as he stumbles into your arms, breathing labored from his wound. You press a gentle kiss to his forehead as you shut the door, and you fix up his wound, a lack of words exchanged between the two of you.

"I got careless." He swallows. "I'm sorry."

"I'm glad you're alive." You mumble back, lips pressed to the new bandage, color staining the seal. "Get some rest. I already excused you from your shift tomorrow."

"Thank you." He mumbles, leaning down to press a kiss to your eyebrow. "I love you."

"I love you too."

#wdym im back in my detco era !>?!???! #furuya rei x reader #amuro tooru x reader #amuro x reader #whata even is his reader insert tag #☾.blurbs #happy new year :3

[kinzis-writing]

Only Exception | Robert “Bob” Floyd pt. 3

Summary: it’s finally time for the dreaded “suicide mission” and Y/N now has to worry about her father, boyfriend, and best friend. How can she distract herself while the people most important to her are gone?

Warning(s): mentions of anxiety, death, reader worrying themselves sick, worst thoughts possible.

Series Masterlist: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, & Part Four

*Not Edited!*.

p.s: I didn't keep my taglist because I know it has almost been a year since I have written. I know people can change their minds in that long, so my taglist is open, just let me know if you want on it! Be sure to mention if you want on my permanent taglist, top gun, certain characters and so on!

*Gif Not Mine*

It was time, it was the day that Y/N dreaded more than anything. The day that the three most important people in her life would leave. The day that she wouldn’t hear from them or know if they made it home until the mission was over. Bob had stayed the night with the girl as they shared some intimate moments between one another. Y/N had stopped before sex, claiming that it was something for when he got home. Hoping and praying that it would encourage him to come back safely. Their night was spent with kisses stolen and just genuine feelings between the two. Bob had gotten a small amount of sleep, while Y/N didn't sleep at all. She had a lot to lose today, and she knew that.

“You ready to head towards base?” Bob asked the girl softly. He knew that she dreaded this day more than anything. Bob wished that her could promise his return, however, he knew that it wasn’t possible to promise to come back. They started calling it a suicide mission for a reason. Even though Y/N didn’t know exactly what the mission was, her gut didn’t feel right after seeing how her father, rooster, and bob had acted around her.

Y/N nodded in reply to Bob’s question, “Ready as I’ll ever be.” She mumbled as she stood up and grabbed her keys before the couple made their way out to her car. Bob was leaving his truck parked at her house instead of leaving it parked on base. He knew as soon as the girl found out that he was home that she wouldn’t waste anytime coming to pick him up.

Bob watched as the girl kept her gaze straight ahead, the tears coming to surface in her eyes was something that the navy boy didn’t miss. He hated being part of the reason why she was upset and anxious, but he knew it came with the job. That was part of the reason was previously single, it didn’t help that he was shy at first, but he also knew what the job required. “I’m sorry to be part of the reason you’re upset.” He whispered as he leaned over a placed a hand on the girl’s thigh.

The Mitchell girl left out a sigh as she inhaled and exhaled before glancing over at her boyfriend for a moment and then back to the road. “Don’t apologize. I knew what I was getting into when I started dating you, Bobby.” She replied. “Being on base is going to be hard since I have to stay in the dark.” She mumbled as she came to the outskirts of the Navy base.

“You took the navy job?” The boy next to her asked as she nodded. She hadn’t told anyone, but it was the only job offer that she currently had and a job would keep her mind settled. “It’s only a six-month contract, but it will work while I look for another job.” She mumbled as she stopped at the gate and got into the base. “I have to get my name tag and everything made this morning so I’ll be here until take off.”

The car was pulled into a parking space only a few minutes upon entering the base. They knew what It meant, and they weren’t ready for it. Y/N knew that her dad would pick Rooster, phoenix, and bob for sure. Not sure who else he would pick. Mainly because she knew that he believed in how they work and how they are good at their job. “So, this is it, huh?” Y/N sighed as the pair got out and leaned against the girls car. Phoenix was over by Roosters Ford and she knew that her father was inside getting ready to fly the mission as well. Even though he wasn’t suppose to fly it, Y/N knew her father and how he would get his way in flying this mission. “I know you can’t make promises, but you better come back to me in one piece, Floyd.”

Bob gave the girl a small smile. Y/N had never used any other name than Bobby and he knew that her anxiety was at an all time high. “Listen, Y/N, I like you a lot and I would definitely promise to come back home if I could. If something were to happen today… just know that the time we spent together was the best time of my life.”

The Mitchell girl never cried in front of people, well, she tried not too that is. She always had the “tough” persona when it came to certain emotions. Today, today was the first day that she cried in front of people and didn’t even care. “I love you, Bobby.” She whispered before pulling him in so she could kiss him. “Please try your hardest to come back.”

Bob nodded and opened his mouth to speak but before he could another voice shouted after him, “hey bob!” The voice of Natasha brought the couple out of there intimate moment. “You ready to head in?” The Floyd boy nodded before placing a kiss on Y/N’s forehead and heading towards his pilot with a soft Farewell to his lover.

The Mitchell girl hurried to get inside so she could also tell her father and best friend goodbye and to come back in one piece as well. She needed to talk to Bradley and her father before they left and before she went to finalize her job. “Dad!” The girl called as she saw Pete walking towards where all the aviators were gathering. “I love you, please fly safe and come back in one piece.” The girl then pulled her dad into a hug, and he kissed the top of her head gently. He knew what this mission intel’s and hated keeping his daughter in the quiet. He also knew it was classified information and he would get in trouble if he were to tell anyone besides his naval aviators. “I don’t know if I’ll get to see Bradley, If I don’t can you tell him that I love him and I hope he comes home as well. You two need to not be reckless and get whatever it is done and out.” The Mitchell girl stated as she watched her dad nod.

“That’s the plan.” Pete told his daughter as he noticed all the navy members lined up. “I’ll keep an eye on all of them, especially Bob.” He teased.

“Hey, Bob isn’t the pilot.” Y/N mumbled before bidding goodbye to her father and walked towards the med-unit in the base. Arriving to the unit, no one was there. She knew that it may be because the aviators were being looked over before they took off for their mission to make sure they were safe enough to fly.

After about 25 minutes of waiting, the door to the med-unit finally opened and in walked an older woman. She was probably in her late forties or early fifties. She wasn’t old, but she was much older than the Mitchell girl. “Hello dear, can I help you?” She asked kindly while she went to throwing some of her items away and then getting her other items organized.

“I’m here for the position. I was supposed to get everything ready for my first shift.” Y/N told the current nurse working there. The woman nodded and reached into a drawer and pulled out the paperwork that needed to be on file for the Mitchell girl.

“Fill this out and I will go set up the photo station for your badge.” She mumbled. Y/N took a seat on one of the soft cushioned chairs and began filling out her paper work. Common questions like name, birthday, nurse registry number, allergies, so on and so forth was asked. “It’s ready when you get your papers filled out. My name is Darla, it’s nice to meet the girl they’re replacing me with.” She told the younger girl.

“Are you retiring?” Y/N asked softly as she handed the clipboard with information to the older nurse. She knew that in certain circumstances you can retire at an earlier age on a military base than you can bedside in a hospital.

“No, I got another job. My niece helped me get it, apparently they fired a nurse at the local hospital due to neglect and I applied when they posted the job.” She answered Y/N’s question while the two headed to the photo room to take a badge photo.

“Neglect huh?” Y/N asked as she stood in front of the board that had a white background so she could get her nurses badge made.

To be honest, the younger girl’s blood was boiling. She was 99% sure that the position that the navy nurse had gotten was her old job. Of course, the hospital had put down neglect for the reason they fired her, but how could they have paid out her contract if they were telling everyone she neglected her patients. It wasn’t on her nursing record or anything, so it made no sense.

“Our boss wanted me to go ahead and give you the schedule, you start tomorrow morning.” The older woman told her as she handed her all the packets, her badge, and her schedule. “There is another nurse that they alternate you with. A few that they had hired had their contract run out, so there’s only a couple nurses left until another contract is signed or something else happens.” She explained.

Pretty soon Y/N left and the current nurse got called to the cafeteria for a fire mishap with the cooks. Y/N knew that the team had already left to head to the aircraft carrier and that she wouldn’t hear from them for days and maybe even weeks. This was going to be hard and she knew it.

**

It had been days since the girl had saw Bob, her father, and Bradley. It felt as if she was never going to see them again, seemingly because she was not allowed to be told anything. She had been working in the med-unit on Top Gun’s base for four days and was not staying busy. It was not like bedside nursing, since you were constantly on your feet, having to deal with a code, or so on. It had almost been a week since she had any contact with her boyfriend and to say the girl was growing nervous was an understatement.

“Med-nurse needed in admiral office.” The radio that was connected to the girl’s unit wall came through. Y/N grabbed the things she may need before she headed out to the main office on base, she knew that it may be something minor, however, it didn’t help her nerves any. “We don’t have much time so I am going to tell you so you can get to work. We have two aviators being transferred from the aircraft to here. We need you to get two beds ready.”

“Yes, sir.” The Mitchell girl spoke sternly before leaving and hurrying back to her med-unit so she could get the beds ready for the two aviators. The girl’s anxiety was extremely high, she knew that it was probably bob and phoenix or someone that was starting to get close with. Once the beds were set up in two different rooms, she went ahead and started to get her bedside trays ready with what she may need when examining whoever was coming home and being rushed to the

med-unit. “Get them in the beds now, they need to be examined to make sure they have no further injuries.” The voice that Y/N knew had to be Jake Seresin voiced out in a worried tone.

“Hangman, know your place.” A stern older voice called down to the other aviator.

“I saved their asses for a reason, no one deserves to lose a family member.” Hangman muttered from what the girl could hear.

Y/N shook her head before standing up and opening the door to the first bed just in time for two. Aviators to carry in Rooster for the first bed, next two more aviators took her father to Bed two. Both men were awake, Rooster had visible injuries on his face and Pete looked overall okay. Once the other aviators went out to the waiting area, Y/N turned to two of the most important guys in her life. “Why am I not surprised it was you two?” she muttered before grabbing her items and wheeling her cart over to Rooster to fix his visible injuries up first.

“To be fair, Mav saved me.” Rooster spoke as he winced when the younger girl started cleaning his visible wounds. The two men had stripped the top of their uniform off and let it hang so they were just in white tees on the top.

“You shouldn’t have come back for me, kid.” Pete mumbled as he watched his daughter do what she went to school for. He had not ever got to see her when she was working.

“Well as stupid as you two are, it doesn’t seem to be that bad. Of course, they’ll want to the doctor to examine for internal damage.” Y/N spoke as the two navy aviators watched their family member do her job. “But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t relieved when it wasn’t Bob that they drug in.”

Rooster gave the girl a smirk, “Y/N’s in love.” He teased as the girl rolled her eyes before moving onto her father who was waiting to be examined. “Seriously though, I told Phoenix that your wrath was horrible.”

“It wouldn’t have been her fault.” Y/N expressed as she just found some gnarly bruises on her father and no open wounds. “The doctor should be here in a minute, if he thinks you have no internal damage or bleeding then you’ll be good to go.” She mumbled as she went and threw her garbage away.

She didn’t know what to do next. Should she go look for Bob or would she be better to stay in the room until the doctor got there? She wasn’t sure. She knew she wanted to go find Bob but it also wouldn’t be completely correct to do that.

“Y/N.” Pete finally spoke up, causing the girl to look at her father. “Bob’s a good kid. He really cares for you and I just want you to know that I don’t think you could’ve found better for you out of this class.” Y/N gave her father a small smile before noticing Bradley’s sour expression.

“Excuse me?” Bradley mumbled in faux hurt. “I’m joking, it’s gross. You’re my little sis.” He spoke trying to seem like he was bothered by Pete’s words but couldn’t act like he was.

Y/N bit her lip before taking in a deep breathe, “I love him, I really do.” She mumbled and before she could say anything else the naval doctor came in to look over everything. After about an hour of thorough examination and to make sure there wasn’t anything to be worried about they got dismissed. Y/N, being their nurse, walked them back out to the waiting area where most

of the men and woman who went on the mission was waiting. The only ones missing were Bob and Phoenix. Y/N knew he was okay, but she couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed since he was gone. “Hey Jake,” Y/N called grabbing everyone’s attention. “Can I talk to you for minute?” She asked as the man nodded and followed her back into her med-room. “I just want to say thank you, for helping my father and Bradley. I heard what you said in the hallway earlier and it means a lot.”

Hangman shrugged like it didn’t mean anything, “You’re welcome.” He settled instead of saying his usual smart remark. “Whether they believe it or not, no man left behind.” He mumbled quietly before giving the girl a pat on the shoulder and leaving the room.

Y/N sighed as she took a seat, her neck had been killing her because she hadn’t slept good in almost a week and she just wanted to get some rest. “Were you talking to Hangman?” The voice she loved so much spoke making her jump up from her seat and turn around. “I’m sorry I wasn’t outside I was with Phoenix, she was worried about Rooster.” He mumbled.

The Mitchell girl didn’t care where he was when she wanted to see him first, what mattered was that he was here now. He was safe and on the ground. “I was so worried about you.” She muttered. Before walking over to him and pulling him into a hug.

“I’m fine.” Bob whispered as his eyes raked over the girl in front of him. “Have I ever mentioned how good you look in your scrubs?” He asked as the girl playfully rolled her eyes at her boyfriend. “It’s a turn on definitely.” He mumbled.

Y/N shook her head as she let out a small laugh before pulling his neck so his lips met with hers. She missed this. She missed him, knowing he was fine and was here, missed the way she felt when he was near her. She missed everything about the guy in front of her.

“I love you,” Bob started as they pulled away from their intimate kiss. “I meant to say it back but Phoenix got me away from you too fast before we left.” He mumbled.

“I can’t wait to have you to myself tonight.” She mumbled as she laid her head on his chest and fiddled with the buttons of his navy uniform. Truth be told her mind couldn’t process that he was back and safe. She knew that this wouldn’t be the first mission that she would be worried for him, but she knew that none of that mattered right now.

“The group wanted to get together at the hard deck for a few tonight? Does that sound good and then we’ll leave early and head to yours?” Bob asked softly as he pushed some hair out of the girls face.

“Sounds perfect.”

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[feraltuxedo]

The Runaway by FeralTuxedo Rated E Summary: DI Aziraphale Fell is tasked with investigating the death of a young sex worker. With the help of witness Anthony Crowley, he sets off on a mission to uncover dark secrets while keeping his own. If anyone finds out that the victim spent the last night of his life with him, everything could be over. A gritty cop drama AU.

Started posting my new AU! I know, now is a weird time to do that, but I've been sitting on this one for a while and I'm quite excited about it. It's a shamelessly trope-y gritty crime thriller/drama. Detective Aziraphale and sex worker Crowley solve a murder mystery together. Complications and smut ensue.

Excerpt from chapter 1 under the cut.

They entered yet another identical room. A small bed in a small space with a small window looking out onto the enormous car park. The witness lay back on the bed, his all black clothes and fiery red hair stark against the white sheets. He had his forearms crossed behind his head, which he lifted in irritation as if he’d just been interrupted from his nap.

He made no effort to move or to sit up, and so Aziraphale squeezed himself onto the thin sliver of bed free between his long legs and the edge of the mattress. Like a hospital visitor at a sick bed.

‘I’m Detective Inspector Aziraphale Fell,’ he began, ‘and over there is my colleague Detective Constable Anathema Device. You’ve met her already.’

‘Yeah, I remember.’

The man winked at Device, but she was much too cool-headed to react to it.

‘So.’ The word was long and flat in his accent. ‘Is this where you ask me all the same questions she did earlier so you can see if I’m lying?’

‘Yes,’ Aziraphale said simply.

Behind him, Device shifted uncomfortably. But Aziraphale knew this type of witness, too. The type that didn’t need kindly reassurances as much as straightforward honesty. The type that hid their trauma behind a facade of cool detachment.

Anthony Crowley would be just like that. Inappropriate jokes and laddish posturing, anything to distract from the horrible sight Aziraphale knew he would not forget anytime soon. From the grief that was, at this very moment, building and gaining momentum at the pit of his stomach, ready to rise up and consume him.

‘If you could just repeat your name, age, and address. And perhaps this would be easier if you were to sit up.’

Anthony Crowley grinned and wiggled on the mattress.

‘Yeah I bet it would be easier. But I’m really comfortable like this, so you’ll just have to deal with it.’

Device actually huffed. Unprofessional perhaps, but then she had been subjected to this man’s maddening attempts at provocation much longer than Aziraphale had. He crossed his arms and waited. The man relented.

‘Anthony James Crowley. I live at 666 Eden Close in Kilburn, and I’m twenty-three.’

Twenty-three. Barely older than Ryan Jones the receptionist, and yet Crowley appeared so much more cynical than his years. He didn’t look old, by any means. No sign of the crow’s feet that had been permanent features on Aziraphale’s face since some time around his thirty-sixth birthday. No, Crowley’s face was chiseled, his body taut even laid out on a bed like that, like a cobra ready to strike at any moment.

He reminded Aziraphale an awful lot of Eric.

‘Can you tell me what happened last night and this morning?’ he asked, before the thought had a chance to take hold and derail him.

‘Sure. I got some missed calls from Eric during the night, but I didn’t see them until the morning. Tried to call him back but he didn’t answer, so I called the hotel instead.’

‘Wait a moment.’

He’d let Ryan Jones talk, but with someone like Anthony Crowley, Aziraphale knew it was best not to give them any opportunity to gloss over details.

‘How did you know he was here? Where were you at the time?’

‘We’ve got location sharing on between our phones. And I was at an AirBnB in Camden.’

Good Lord, this was like pulling teeth. Crowley was not going to volunteer any information. No wonder Device had been so exasperated.

‘Why were you at an AirBnB in Camden if you live in Kilburn?’

‘Just fancied a mini-break, that’s all.’

‘Mr Crowley—’

‘Mr Policeman—’

‘That’s DI Fell to you.’

Crowley grinned, as if he’d won an argument.

‘Fine. I was in Camden because that’s where I was getting fucked up the arse by an American tourist who just so happened to be staying at an AirBnB there.’

He studied Aziraphale for a reaction of shock or outrage. Well, he would not give him the satisfaction.

‘We’ll need the exact address and, if you can provide it, the name of your American… friend.’

‘To confirm the alibi, right?’

This time, Aziraphale did not assent.

‘How do you know Mr Blaine?’

‘We’re mates.’

‘Did you know where he was last night?’

Aziraphale felt his heart race as soon as he asked the question. Tried his best not to let it show. As it happened, he was rather good at repressing his inner thoughts.

‘Yeah,’ Crowley said, and Aziraphale’s hand tightened on the duvet cover. ‘We were on the pull together, in Soho. He got lucky first. Went off with some guy.’

Soho. Aziraphale had just left his favourite sushi place, where he’d been by himself as always. Eric had stumbled into his path, asking for a light. The way he’d looked at him, sweat-soaked from dancing, with the cocky air of a beautiful man who knew he was beautiful.

Any moment now, Aziraphale would stop breathing and the game would be up.

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[smaptain-smerica]

Female Reader x Rooster

Time: Post-Top gun: Maverick

Y/n Blackwood - L/n, daughter of Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood. Y/n took a strong interest in planes from a young age. Knowing her father was an esteemed pilot drew her even further into the navy. Quickly, she became one of the best solo pilots and graduating at the top of her class at Top Gun.

Her next mission? Return to Top Gun, Face certain death, romantic interests, and finally, her thought-to-be-dead, father.

This book contains strong language and sexual content that may be sensitive readers under the age of 18

This story was originally posted on Wattpad, follow me on there for faster updates. I have published a non-binary version of this story published there for those who do not identify as female or use she/her pronouns. It will follow the exact same story line. Link to Wattpad Account Link to the Non-Binary version

Master list

Our Family

I put my car in park outside of Maverick's house. I looked up to the windows, noticing a flash run across the one closest to the front door.

Amelia stumbled out of the door and ran down the driveway to appear on the off side of my car. I chuckled and stood up from my seat. I shut the door and walked around to the sidewalk where Amelia was.

"Hey Amelia." I greeted her. She looked up at me with a wide smile.

"Bradley told me he asked you on a date." She said eagerly. I felt my face heat up from embarrassment. I rubbed the back of my neck and looked up at the house.

"Yes he did."

"How's he do it?" She asked, eager to hear every detail I could say. I chuckled and began to head up to the house.

"Well we got takeout and then he drove us to the beach where we watched the sunset and then he asked."

Amelia had a large smirk on her face as she walked. "I didn't know he had it in him to ask a girl out."

We both shared a laugh as we approached the door to the house. "You didn't tell Pete, did you?" I asked her, hoping that wouldn't be a topic of conversation during dinner.

"Nope. Brad told me not to. Your secret is safe with me as long as you keep me updated." I laughed at her eagerness.

"I'm certain one of us will."

Our conversation was interrupted by Penny opening the door and greeting us with a smile. It baffled me how beautiful she was. Truly, she was effortlessly beautiful. "Come on In!" She invited us, stepping to the side  to make room.

I walked into the doorway and looked around the home. I took in the sights, there was some papers and books scattered on the kitchen table. Someone was doing paperwork or homework.

"Pete! Y/n's here!" Penny yelled up the stairs. I could hear thumping from the ceiling and soon that thumping continued down the stairs. Maverick appeared from around the corner wearing a casual T-shirt and some deep blue jeans. He smiled at me, walking to the bowl of keys by the door.

"Do you know how to drive a motorcycle?" He asked while fishing for keys in the bowl. 

I nodded. "I Haven't ridden in a while though." I admitted. While I was talking Maverick had moved to the coat closet next to the door and dug out two motorcycle helmets. He smiled and handed me the smaller one.

I internally thanked myself for wearing a pair of leggings instead of dressing up. We made our way to the garage and that's where he uncovered two motorcycles that were under a sheet.

"I've had this one since I was in Top Gun." He commented, feeling the seat of the older looking bike. I walked over, running my fingers over the smooth material. I smirked as I noticed some gray dust gathered on my fingers.

"She's due for a cleaning." I teased. Maverick frowned, slightly offended by my statement. "I'm working on it. She's not been out in a minute." He reciprocated my teasing back with a lighthearted tone.

We loaded up onto the bikes and started them up. The roaring of the engines echoed in the garage and I followed mavericks lead down the driveway. We took mostly back roads through town. That way we were able to (safely) play some games, race each other a little bit. My heart thumped with adrenaline as I had not ridden a bike in a long time. I forgot how much fun it was.

We rumbled up to the parking lot of an older style diner that had obviously been revamped. Maverick told me to leave my helmet clipped onto the bike, people at the base tended to be pretty honest individuals.

Maverick opened the door for me, it had a very 50's feel to it with a round circular bar in the center of the diner. A waitress seated us quickly by a window. An orange glow seeped through the slits in the windows blinds. Annoyingly they were right across our eyes but the illuminated Mavericks piercing blue eyes. He gave me a toothless smile, the smile lines around his eyes and mouth wrinkling upward.

"This is the diner where I met your mother at." He said, looking fondly around the restaurant. He pointed over to a space at the bar. "Right over there, where the man in blue is sitting."

My eyes followed his finger over to the bar and I smiled. I looked at the larger man with the bright blue shirt on and imagined my mother, her blonde hair and dazzling smile. The red lipstick that she always wore, it was like she was sitting there with us.

"Of course the diner looked nothing like this. This place was my Hard Deck. All the pilots came here to drink." Maverick explained. I tried to imagine it how it was, how it might have been during that time. It was hard to see past the checkers and bright red booths.

I ordered my favorite drink, as I was looking at the draft beer list I noticed they had the same beer Bradley had given me that night on the beach. I ordered one of those as well. Maverick chuckled. "I think that's the one Bradley gets too."

I hummed in response, handing my menus back to the waitress as I ordered my food. "Yeah, he actually let me try some one night. I recognized the name."

Maverick hummed with a smile on his face, folding his hands underneath his chin as a headrest. "So you two are getting along then, huh?"

"Yeah Um, We are." I was grateful that the waitress had come by with our drinks. I eagerly took it from her and took a big, long drink. I was conflicted, I wanted to bring up the date with Rooster, to ask him if it was a good idea. On the other hand, he might forbid it.

"That's great. I'd hate for you two to not get along." Maverick took a long drink from his beer bottle before he set it back down. "You're going to be around each other a lot, family events, dinners, outings..." he paused, trailing off his sentence, his eyes following after.

"Sorry. I'm getting way ahead of myself." He looked down at his fingers, fiddling them together.

"No it's okay." I chuckled, reaching across the table to grab his hand. "If the future of our relationship also includes Roo- Bradley, I need to know more about him. Which is partially why I wanted to have dinner."

"To talk about Bradley?"

"No! To talk about your family." I chuckled while shaking my head. Maverick laughed along with me. "Well how about we start with Bradley then. He uh, had a pretty rough start to life with his father, My best friend, being gone all the time and then dying when he was only four. His mother and I were close, we kept in contact for a while. Until he hit later middle school. He never really wanted to talk to me anymore." Maverick paused to take a drink of beer before continuing. 

"He hated me. Last year during our mission was the first time we had met in many many years. I pulled his papers from the naval academy because he wasn't ready. He resented me. But, obviously all is right with the world now."

"How can I.. get to know him better?" I asked. "Is there anything significant we can talk about?"

Maverick thought for a moment, bringing his hand to his chin to think. "Cars, obviously. Bradley loves cars- classics. We had a great time rebuilding a plane, if you want a bonding activity that might be good." He chuckled a bit, seeming to think of a fond memory.

"Bradley can be a little stand-off-ish. He's a sweet kid, just like his dad really, it's just hard to gain his trust. A lots happened."

"Like what?" I jumped on too quickly. "I'm sorry. I just- I feel so left behind. I want to catch up on our family." My half truth half lie brought a smile to mavericks face.

"You said our." He said fondly. I hadn't realized what I said until Maverick mentioned it. It was unintentional of me. I wanted to be a part of mavericks family. I missed my mother dearly, and my step father, but I had so much in common with the people here. I couldn't help but be drawn to them.

"Yeah, our." I reaffirmed my word choice more confidently.

"Well uh, Bradley did have a hard time a few years ago. He told me about this girl in his life. She was a military brat, daughter of a general in the Marines. They had a very rough falling out. That's where he really stopped trusting people. It's not my place to go into detail about it but, I would try to avoid talking about relationships unless Bradley brings it up."

After he finished his sentence our food arrived, cutting our conversation short. I thought about what he had said, letting it simmer in my brain. It gave me hope that Rooster wasn't a complete and total asshole that ditches women on their wedding day.

Our conversations after that were light and fun, he told me all about penny and their relationship. I loved hearing the stories of how they met and reunited. He told me about Amelia, how he thought we would get along great. We were both sassy and stubborn.

We finished our food, sitting in the booth and talking, waiting for the bill. Mavericks phone started ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket and then smiled. "It's Penny." He told me. He acted like a love struck teenager seeing his significant others name on his phone.

"Hey Pen." He chirped happily. His face quickly dropped to concern. "He what?" He announced, astonished. I was confused, narrowing my eyebrows to express that.

Maverick sighed, shaking his head. "Okay. I'll be right there." Maverick hung up the phone and looked up at me.

"It's Bradley. We gotta go." Maverick and I pitched in to throw all the cash we could muster onto the table and quickly made our way outside.

"What happened to rooster?" I questioned, unbuckling my helmet from the bike.

"Penny said he got into it with someone. He's really drunk at the bar." Maverick had spoken like this was a common occurrence. At least, maybe it had happened many times before.

I put the helmet on and followed Maverick to his house. He instructed me to drop the bike in the garage and we would ride on his together. He had informed me that I would need to drive Rooster's car back to his house where we would assess the situation there. This sounded more serious than I thought, causing my heart to beat with anticipation.

We quickly approached the Hard Deck. Maverick turned off the engine and I hopped off the back in the process. We ditched out helmets and picked up a jog towards the door.

Penny looked over at us with an exhausted expression. She dug for something under the bar while maverick asked where he was.

"Out back." She instructed. On her finger was Bradley's keys that she dangled towards me while I approached the bar. I took the key off her finger and smiled. "Thanks penny."

She sighed sadly. "You're welcome y/n. You didn't have to come too."

I shrugged. "I felt like I needed to. It seemed by mavericks reaction this has happened before?"

Penny nodded. "He was doing good for a while, he just doesn't handle his emotions well sometimes. He gets drunk and pisses the wrong people off." She trailed off as the back door bell rang. Rooster's arm was slung around mavericks shoulder as she stumbled into the room.

I walked over to him and took place on the other side of Rooster. He reeked of beer and I could see a few blood spots on his white undershirt. I looked up at his semi-conscious face and saw his lip busted, causing the source of the bleeding.

We escorted him outside and, with a grunted effort, hauled Rooster into the passenger seat of his car. His head was thrown back and his eyes shut closed. He let out an uncomfortable groan.

"Head back to my house, I'll meet you there." I nodded and then climbed into the drivers seat. The car roaring to life caused Rooster to jump awake, his eyes shooting wide. He looked over at me and was shocked I was there. I gave him a gentle smile while putting the car in reverse.

"Oh no. No no no." Rooster groaned, putting his head in his hands. "I'm sorry I never wanted you to see me like this." Rooster spoke muffled words from his shameful position he assumed.

"It's okay. Let's just get you home." I tried to reassure him as I began to drive off.

"No, I told myself I'd never do this again. I just got so sad-"

"Bradley. It's okay, don't worry about it."

He seemed genuinely upset, like he had this brief moment of lucidity in his drunken state. He seemed genuinely remorseful, ashamed of his actions. I reached my hand over to his and grabbed it, giving him a squeeze. "Just lay your head back." I advised him.

Rooster took my hand and laced his warm, sweaty hand into mine and gave it a squeeze. His head was now thrown back into the semi-conscious state he was in before.

Quickly we approached Mavericks house and I pulled up into the driveway. We worked together to carry a stumbling Rooster into the house. Maverick flipped the lights on and left me to deal with all of Roosters dead weight. I heaved him over to the couch and plopped him down.

"I'll get a towel." Maverick announced, receding into the kitchen. I helped Rooster get his shirt off so I could clean the blood off of it.

"Taking my shirt off already?" He hummed, a lazy smirk plastered on his face. "Yeah your dumbass got blood on it. I gotta wash it." I teased him and tapped him gently on the chest.

Rooster took my hand and gently tapped the back flat of my hand. "You're so thoughtful, wolf." He hummed again.

"No flirting with my daughter, Bradshaw." Mavericks tone was lighthearted and playful, but still stern.

"Pft, what? I would never!" Rooster waved his hand dismissively at Maverick and the looked at me and gave me an exaggerated wink. It was painfully obvious. I facepalmed, shaking my head in the process.

"The day you don't flirt with a woman will be the day I die." Maverick joked, pressing the towel into Roosters lip. He hissed in pain and pushed Maverick away. "Be gentle!" He insisted.

"I'll do it." I offered, taking a step forward to take the towel from Maverick.

"Thank you. I need to get something ready for him to sleep on." Maverick then disappeared from the room. I sat next to Rooster and used the warm, wet towel to clean up the blood that had dripped down his chin.

"Are you okay?" I asked, gently pressing the cloth onto the corner of his mouth. Rooster sighed. "Yeah, I'm okay. I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

I could see the emotions rise up to his eyes as they glazed over. His voice tightened with emotion. "I thought I was done with this, I thought I'd overcome it. I don't know, I was hoping I'd get to tell you about this before you saw it."

"What is this? Has it happened before?" I asked him, keeping my demeanor calm and open so he would talk.

"It's how I handled my PTSD for a while. My therapy has been going really good recently. Tonight was just a really rough night." I saw a single tear escape his eye and run down his face. Instinctively I pulled him into a hug. His body flopped over on me. He buried his head into the nape of my neck, hands slowly creeping across my back.

I wrapped my arms around his bare torso, placing my head facing towards the center of the room. "Thank you." He muttered into my skin. I gave him a squeeze in response.

Maverick came around the corner and locked eyes with me. They softened, his expression growing into fondness. "Alright Brad, time for you to sleep."

Rooster sniffled his nose and quickly pushed off of me. "Okay." He complied as he plopped back down onto the couch. Maverick threw a pillow and a blanket on top of him with a chuckle.

"I'll walk you out." Maverick offered. I nodded with a smile, following him out the front door and back down to my car.

"Thank you for the dinner. I had a great time." I said appreciatively.

"You're welcome. Any time, I'm always here." Maverick replied as he opened the door to my car and waited for me to get in.

"Drive safe." "I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked.

Maverick nodded. "You bet."

Next Chapter

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[wildmtthyme]

Chapter 5: Check Mate, Mate.

Warnings: Jealousy if you squint? Simon being kind of a jerk and Morgan being kind of a punk.

Chapter Note: Originally, this was going to be 'Indian Summer' but that chapter's leadup was getting way too long so it just ended up its own chapter all together.

Chapter Characters: Morgan "Indiana" Turner, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Bravo 6" Price, Mentions of Stacy.

Story Synopsis: Ghost and Indiana have been best mates for years, partners on and off the field. And she's loved him for just as long. But she's never let on that she's felt anything more than friendly towards him. That all starts to change when Simon starts seeing someone for longer than a single night. Indie decides she's going to try and get over this annoying crush once and for all. Simon realizes that maybe he's been feeling more for his partner than he thought. Maybe a lot more. Partners to lovers with a sprinkling of smut, some fun and humor, a team that won't leave them alone, and a car that seems to weave it all together.

Simon’s brow furrowed as he glanced over at the Judge again, parked in Price’s usual spot, the car looked entirely out of place. He had… so many questions. And absolutely none of them doused the odd discomfort he felt over seeing his Captain pull up in that car. He respected Price, had known him for a long damn time but in that moment, he’d felt the urge to charge over and jerk him out from behind the wheel and throw him down onto the pavement. He checked his phone again. Nothing. He’d texted Indie as soon as he could see straight. -WTF is Price driving the Judge?- It’d been radio silence from her. He sighed heavily and scrubbed a hand down his face, the fabric of his ‘on base’ mask shifting but not revealing anything. An hour later, he heard the unmistakable rumble of her Indian in the parking lot. He forced himself not to go out there and meet her, confront her for not answering him.

Morgan sighed behind her desk, tapping out the last few words on the report she was finishing up. It was nearly lunch time and she was starving but she was also avoiding going to the mess. Because she knew Simon was waiting somewhere for her. Probably ready to jump her as soon as she left the office she shared with Soap and Gaz, both of which were currently on a mission. She had just saved the file when she about came up out of her chair, her door bursting open… she looked and immediately glared at Simon- who was balancing two trays and making his way gingerly into the room before kicking her door shut again. He wasn’t doing it to be loud or anything, just the result of not having hands to wrestle the thing with. “Well, hello to you too.” She muttered before she readjusted her chair.

Simon clinched his jaw, reminding himself that he’d agreed (with himself) that he wasn’t going to come in here all pissed off. That bringing her lunch was just a way to keep her contained and that she wasn’t the enemy. She was his best mate. He could just bloody talk to her. He set her tray down and ignored her side-eye as he settled into the chair in front of her desk, balancing his tray on his lap. “Figured this was the only way I was going to see you today.” His eyes flicked up to gauge her reaction to his statement. The sigh and the way she frowned slightly gave him a lot of information.

Morgan shook her head slightly and leaned back in her chair, grateful for the food but not looking forward to the discomfort the conversation was going to bring. “Been busy.” She inched her tray around just a little and ignored his huff of breath. She heard him peeling back the seal on his salad dressing, watched as he doctored up his lunch… and ignored the way he pulled his mask up to perch on his nose. She got busy doing the same when he didn’t say anything else.

Simon ate in companionable silence for quite a while… until half his lunch was gone. He was busy stabbing repeated layers of lettuce onto his fork, licking the oily feeling of the dressing off his molars when he decided to finally speak, knowing now that hunger wasn’t the cause of his anger, still – he’d keep it under control. “You and Price seem to be getting pretty close.”

Morgan scoffed through her nose and finished her bite of food. “Guess so.” You let him drive the Judge. She nodded, stabbing more aggressively than she had to in order to get the greenery onto her fork. You two fucking? She straight up choked on a bite, having to beat a fist against her chest. Her eyes wide as she looked at Simon with disbelief. He was just staring at her in that nonchalant, cool, don’t give a fuck kind of way of his. “What?!”

Simon lifted a single broad shoulder, his mouth twisting into a sort of shrug. “Just askin’.” Jesus, Simon, no! He took another bite of food even though it all tasted like ash now. “Would you tell me if you were.” He flicked his eyes back up to her, looking up at her from under his heavy brows.

Morgan was looking at him like he had grown a third fucking arm. “The fuck.” She couldn’t help but breathe out before she blinked rapidly at him. “It’s not any of your fucking business who I’m fucking, Simon.” She saw the way he slowly rested his fork down, his spine slowly straightening as he took on that air of Ghost for that brief moment. “But what the fuck? Price? You think I’d fuck my Captain, are you out of your fucking mind?”

Simon shrugged, keeping that ice cold exterior intact. “Not sure what to think. You’ve been blowing me off left right and fuckin’ center for weeks. Spendin’ all this time with him and now he’s driving your precious fuckin’ car.” He knew he was being way out of line with this but there was just… something about the amount of time her and Price were spending together that just… rubbed him the wrong fucking way.

Morgan set her fork down entirely and eased her tray away from her, a clear indication that she was done eating, not that she expected him to take her tray or anything, she’d do that in a bit. “Last I checked… I’m not your fuckin’ girlfriend.” .Check. She paused for effect. “Last I checked…” She perked a brow at him. “You already have one of those.” She stood up and picked her tray up, holding it in one hand easily. “So, how about you worry about her business instead of mine.” .Mate. She walked out of her office easily, she didn’t storm out or stomp, none of that. She just went to the mess and returned her tray before heading over to the gym to get some PT in before returning to her office, hopefully to find it empty.

Simon clinched his jaw tight as Morgan said her piece and left him sitting there in the wake of those pointed words. Check mate, indeed. And her point was made. True… he’d not really talked to Stacy a lot lately, in truth… he’d been too caught up in what the hell was going on with Price and Indie. But maybe that should change. Maybe he would call her and spend the weekend together. He got up and took a different route to the mess to return his tray, feeling a strange emotion somewhere between anger and discontentment fuel him as he texted his girlfriend.

Price held the punching bag and grunted as Indie landed on hell of a punch. “Hell, what’s got you so pissed off, love?” She shot him a heavy look, one thick with warning and he shifted his weight to be more behind the sandbag rather than beside it. Not because he was scared or anything… but… still, she had one mean left hook. He’d found her here when he went to her office, looking for one of the reports she was supposed to have done for him earlier but… there was no sign of her. He checked the parking lot and her bike was still here so he went to the next logical place and found her here wailing on this poor punching bag like it had disrespected her Momma. He spotted her and kept quiet until that devastating punch. “C’mon, Indie. Talk to me.” He grunted again when he had to brace his weight against another heavy hit, a kick this time. Nothing. “Liar.” He said pointedly. Another hit. Just… Simon. She panted between the words and he sighed because of them but braced again.

Morgan had worked up a good sweat and wasn’t even feeling the burn in her muscles at this point. What the hell had gotten into Simon today?! Price and her?! HA! It wasn’t always about sex! He, of all the god damned people on the planet, should fucking know that. Like she wasn’t allowed to have another guy friend. -hit- Like she wasn’t allowed to spend time with someone else. -hit- While he was off fucking some woman every whenever, however often he did it! -hit- And did she pitch a royal fit? No! -hit- She didn’t! -hit- She blinked when Price staggered back, realizing that he wasn’t quite ready for that hard of a kick. “Shit. Sorry.” He shook his head, waving the apology off. C’mon. It’s after six already. Let’s head out, let me make you some food and you can tell me about what has you all… he gestured between her and the bag. Homicidal. She smirked and gave a slight nod before she headed to the locker room.

Two hours later, John found himself sitting on her couch, his legs laced with hers as she sat against the opposite armrest. “You and me? Fucking?!” His brows were so high up that they nearly touched his hair, his blues sparkling from the wine he’d been drinking and the amusement both over the very idea of such a thing. She threw another piece of popcorn at him, which he batted away and which Sam ate readily. She gestured to him though and nodded, her expression similar. I know! What about any of this gives that impression?! He couldn’t help the laugh that barked out of him as the idea presented itself again. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was acting jealous.” She got quiet after that and he sighed, his hand settling on her shin. “Simon’s never been one for change, Indie. You know that.” She nodded.

Morgan picked through the dwindling bowl of popcorn that was perched on their knees. “I know. I just…” She shook her head at the whole thing. “I mean, I don’t get it. Even if we were, which… ew, just to be clear…” He nodded in agreement to her sentiment. “But even if we were… why would it even matter to him? I mean, really.” She felt his hand tighten on her leg. It would still matter, at least some. You are his best mate, love. She nodded and let out a heavy breath. That’s probably all it was. She watched as John took another sip of his wine… something she still found kind of funny. While she? She took another sip of her beer. What time do you leave tomorrow? She sagged down into the cushion. “Probably going to head out about three or so.” He nodded.

John tilted his head as he studied her. Indie was about to head off on her annual summer leave, a biking trip she took every single summer. Only this time… she wasn’t going with Simon. They’d already talked about it at great length, the guilt she felt over it and the fact that she felt like she needed the space – needed the clarity. He just said she should do whatever she felt was right for her. And that Simon was a big boy, he’d be alright. In turn, he’d agreed to watch Sam for her. It wasn’t the first time he’d taken care of the K9 and he was certain it wouldn’t be the last. It was, however, the first time he had house set before. Granted, it wasn’t to be on a daily basis but he was going to come out here every few days so Sam could get a good stretch in and he could check up on the place. “Speaking of Simon… have you even told him that you’re leaving yet?” She sighed and he gave her a chastising look. “You need to at least tell him, it’s four weeks, love.”

Morgan groaned as she let her head fall back. “I know.” But she knew Simon was going to freak out about it and she couldn’t explain to him why she needed to go alone this year without giving herself away or further hurting his feelings by saying she needed to go specifically without him. “I figured I’d call him tomorrow night. Or… text him or something.” The look John gave her made her throw her hands up. “I can’t tell him that I need to take a break from him without hurting him and I can’t tell him why so it doesn’t hurt him without giving it all away!” She threw her arm over her eyes and groaned again before she felt the soft pat of a piece of popcorn landing on her face, glancing off and landing on the floor before being devoured by Sam. She looked at John sharply only to have to bite another piece out of the air. It’ll work out, love, don’t worry. Take the time to clear your head. She nodded and tossed him another piece, which he actually caught this time and the bright look of victory on his face was actually kind of adorable. John slept in the spare bedroom that night, having had way too much wine to drive back to his flat. He fell asleep with a small smile on his face over the memories of the evening… after the heavy conversation, their talk turned to lighter… far more entertaining topics. They told funny stories and just generally had a good time… which was something that was so damned easy to do with her. And he’d never seen himself as one to sit there throwing popcorn into someone else’s mouth like that – especially someone whom he wasn’t even seeing. Simon was so off with his question… John just didn’t see Indie that way. It was as simple as that. He didn’t see her like a sister or… a daughter or anything, she was a friend but… was quickly growing into one of the closest ones he’d had in… many years. Lenore would be happy that he had found someone to spend some time with, so he wasn’t buried in his work or sacked out on his sad sofa. He was certain she would… and she would have loved Indie, truly. She really would have.

#judgement story #call of duty #cod writing #simon ghost riley #captain john price #morgan indiana turner oc #my writing

[greenxgloss]

Before - Glenn Rhee

fluff

summary: you and glenn were friends before the apocalypse and had feelings for eachother but never got serious until you finally confronted him about it.

you’d met glenn just before the apocalypse and you were able to stick with him. you’d both been in the group with lori, shane, rick, andrea and dale for a few days and since you knew the world was ending you thought it was time for you to finally make your move.

“Glenn? can i come with you on the run today?” you asked him, the hair on your neck rising in worry. “yeah? just stay close.” he said and you followed him into the car after shoving your knife into the holster. “we havent had a chance to be alone to talk in a while.” you told him as you got comfortable and the car started up. “what do you mean? what is there to talk about?” he acted clueless.

when the apocalypse hit you and glenn hadnt talked in weeks. you became friends through working together. he was a delivery boy and you were a cashier. but then you quit. on one of your last days at the parlor you two shared a kissed. but then he never called and you thought youd give him space but the apocalypse hit and it became your mission to find him. when you did, he didnt bring it up. almost like he avoided the topic for months. you contemplated for a while if you should bring it up. does he even remember, you questioned. but now was the moment.

“that kiss?” you suggested. “why did you totally ghost after that?” you asked. he blushed and clenched his jaw. “i dont know. im a pretty awkward guy. i didnt know what to do.” he said, gluing his eyes to he road. “you could have called. or even come by my apartment.” you told him as your face heated up in frustration. “i know i should have. i missed you. i wish i did. it probably would have given us more time, more normal dates.” he said and it gave you hope. maybe he still felt the same? “i still have feelings for you.” you told him, hoping hed say the same. but he stayed silent as ever. “well?” you hollered. 

“look there!” he pointed to an abandoned gas station. “try to syphon the gas. ill grab what i can from inside.” he said before parking and running inside. your face burned as your blood rose to your face. boiling hot. you were angry at this point. why wouldnt he just tell you how he felt? it made you feel worse. he’s still acting like a child. 

you rolled your eyes and followed his instruction before catching up to him inside to gather more supplies. “lets try to get back soon. i think the sun sets in an hour.” you told him while you grabbed all the instant noodles and the canned food. “sure.” he said quietly as he dumped all the water bottles into his back pack. you werent sure what he was thinking about but you knew he was thinking. you hopped that he would come to his senses and kiss you in the rain and begged to be yours until the sun burned out. you prayed deep down that he would make his mind and say something before one of you died. 

your skin was still boiling in anger and confusion. even when you’re upfront with a man and the world is ending, you might be one of the last women on earth and they still run and hide like theres better out there. you wanted to give up. you wanted to push him around and call him stupid. but you were still hoping that this was just one of those times that he needed time to think about his side of things and time to make up his mind. how much time did he need, you thought. he had weeks before the world ended and then months after it did. you decided that you were going to back off and let him make his move if he even planned on one.

you drove back in silence. you knew if you said anything you’d be mean and say something you shouldnt. you kept your mouth sealed like a childproofed back of chips. thought, if its meant to happen itll happen.

the only other person that knew about all this was lori. she told you that if he shuts down like a child to leave him be. the world has ended and theres no time to sit and think. you have to act fast now. glenn should know that of all people. hes saved and recruited most of your group. 

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“he didnt say a thing?” she asked as you washed the clothes in the quarry. “nothing. acted like he couldnt hear me. he said he missed me and regret not calling me when he could. like he wasted time. and after that he zipped his mouth closed.” you recalled as you wrung out carls shirt. “tsk tsk. so immature of him. Ill have rick talk to him, try to at least make sure hes thinking about it.” she said picking up the basket and heading back to camp. you nodded. “be vague.” you called out as you laid back and watched the sun go down. men werent supposed to be this confusing are they, you questioned.

after you got back to the camp and had relaxed you stared up at the stars. you couldnt stop thinking about it no matter how hard you tried. you attempted to cloud your mind with what you might make for breakfast or what games youd play with carl to keep him company or even if the characters of your favorite book would have survived as far as you. but the thought of glenn just ignoring me and what he was thinking crept up like an ant hunting a bread crumb. you rolled your eyes and tossed and turned until you finally fell asleep.

soon you were woken up by a branch breaking followed by a hiss and a groan. you knew exactly what it was and you rushed to your feet after grabbing your knife. you peeked out of your tent and there was a geek. a walker. you quickly jumped out of your tent and diped your dagger into its skull before having a look around and finding more creeping up to the camp. “swarm!” you exclaimed and everyone slowly jumped out of their tents.

“behind you!” glenn yelled and rushed to your side to catch it. you listened to the slosh of brains as he jammed his knife into the walker. your breath hitched and you dropped to your knees in fear. for a moment you heard the chatter of the corpse in your ear and suddenly you understood the gravity of the world ending and you almost ending with it. the sounds of everyone shuffling and hunting walkers muffled as your jaw dropped in terror. 

“y/n? Y/N?? are you okay? its over.” rick yelled in a hushed tone. “everyones safe.” he tried but you didnt budge. “glenn?” he called. rick and shane thought, maybe glenn could do something to bring you back to.

soon you were pulled out of your trance and glenn was feeding you. he stared at your pale skin. “i guess its time we have that talk. i realized how little time we have left and i shouldnt hold back my feelings for you just because i dont think theres enough time for either of us.” he receited his thoughts like those of a poetry book. “some day im gonna regret not having confessed earlier just so i could have had another day with you in my arms. another, i love you or even just a quiet smile. i hadnt said anything because i didnt want to risk losing you. i was afraid that id get close and then id lose you and id have to deal with the heart break alone. what is heart break worth if the world is over. but thats very selfish. whether i lose you after i love you or not ill srtill be heartbroken. but i can choose i want to be angry at the fact that youre gone or the fact that i didnt man up and make a move.” he looked deeply into your eyes and smiled. 

in that moment it was like your life flashed before your eyes. but it wasnt ugly. it was all the honey sweet memories with glenn that you’d suppressed. and you didnt understand why but even some darker memories resurfaced. memories that had nothing to do with glenn.

“glenn. christ i’ve been waiting for you to say those words for months. you idiot. i’ve been waiting for you.” you said as you laughed and smacked him on the shoulder. you both laughed and hugged each other tightly. you leaned in for your second kiss and it felt just as euphoric as the first. maybe more electrifying. like you were the last couple on earth and youd finally met. a funny thought popped into your mind about repopulation and you giggled to youself. “what is it? am i doing this wrong?” he asked as he pulled away. “no no.” you shook your head. “this is perfect.”

#glenn #glenn rhee #twd #the walking dead #the walking dead fanfiction #twd fanfiction #fanfiction #fandom #fanfic #steven yeun

[the-tripping-and-the-touching]

Landslide (series)

Part Six

Pairing: Josh x reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: You've lost something in a hiking accident... are you prepared for it to come back?

Warnings: sexual harassment (by side character)

MASTERPOST

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Integrating back into life at the studio wasn’t exactly easy with cut hours and a major upcoming project, but you felt that you were making do given your circumstances. Since that night you and Josh had shared with Fleetwood Mac, things at home had seemingly gone back to normal, meaning the ride to work was back to comfortable silence littered with meaningless conversation.

With the new project starting filming, everyone was putting in more hours, even you despite protests from those close to you. Even Josh was working overtime trying to get this film on its feet, despite the scars and bruises that matched yours scattered across his body. 

Today, the entire staff had been at the studio since it opened, so when 6 p.m. rolled around, Arienne made the rounds telling everyone to head home. 

“I swear to God, it’s like she thinks she runs the studio.” Nathan rolled his eyes as he stood from his stool, picking his paints up as soon as she’d left the doorway. 

“She’s like… the head of a department though, right? That’s what Josh told me.” In all honesty, you hadn’t spoken to Josh about Arienne since he snapped at you, but the moment stayed fresh in your mind even as your relationship repaired. 

“Oh, well if Josh says.” The sarcasm practically dripped from his voice as he looked at you before rolling his eyes again. “And it’s the makeup department. She’s not even our boss.” He took the set piece the two of you had been working on all day and stashed it up high on a drying rack before grabbing his bag from the ground. “You coming?” 

“Yeah, I’m coming.” You picked your things up from the desk and put them away in your own bag before throwing it over your shoulder and heading out the studio door with him. “But either way, I think our boss sent her around, so…”

“Okay, whatever. We’re off work, that’s what matters.” He scanned the parking lot for a moment before looking back at you. “You wanna go for a drink or something?” The two of you take your time, strolling over to your car where it sat in its parking spot. 

The offer is tempting, especially after the long day you’d had, but there was one factor that prevented you from accepting. “Nah, I’ve got to wait for Josh to get out. I think we’re probably just gonna head home and make dinner.”

A taunting smile painted itself onto his face when he heard your plans. “And how exactly is that whole thing going?” You’d divulged the details of the rift that had formed between you and Josh out of dire need to vent to someone, but in the hustle of work you’d forgotten to update Nathan on the current status of your home life. 

“We’re talking.” You shot him a sharp look quickly, catching him before he could say another word. “And no, we’re still not making out in hallways.” 

“If you say so. I just think everyone’s lives would become much easier if you finally admitted how much you love him.” He gave you a dramatic sigh. “No point in biting your tongue when he’s in love with you too.”

“I can love him without being in love with him. That’s just how being friends with someone works.” You laughed a little, trying to fight off the blush that was threatening to cover your cheeks. 

“Yeah, okay.” He sighed again before swiveling to scan the almost deserted parking lot. “Well, I think I’m gonna head out, if you’re okay waiting here on your own for your boy.” You nodded him off with a roll of your eyes and a smile and watched as he walked to his car. After waiting a few more seconds for Josh to make an appearance, you decided to exercise your patience from the comfort of the driver’s seat. 

Another excruciatingly boring five minutes passed before you took it upon yourself to start a search and rescue mission. The studio was dark upon reentry, with most of the overhead lights switched off. 

Fortunately, the dimness of the space highlighted a doorway for you, and the closer you got to it the better you could hear what seemed to be a rather one sided conversation. A long corridor lined with supply shelves took you straight to a breakroom, the only space still fully lit in the otherwise abandoned studio. 

The first thing you saw was Josh, his curls framing a face that you had never seen look so fraught. Next, you caught the sight of someone’s hand landing on his knee, his jaw clenching tightly at the contact. With a final step, the second character of the scene is revealed to you as Arienne. 

Ways to interrupt the conversation raced through your head before Josh’s exhausted eyes caught yours and suddenly softened. It took a moment for Arienne to register the movement of Josh’s vision, but once she did her hand snapped away from him as she rose from her seat. 

Words came to her quickly, her wishes placed under a thin veil of altruism. “The boss wants everyone home right now. We’re just ironing out some details between our departments. You go ahead, I’ll drive him home when we’re done talking.” A tense smile accompanied her offer.

Yet as she spoke, Josh used her distracted state to make his escape, quickly standing and maneuvering around her in order to join you, taking his stance just slightly behind you. It was a simple movement, but his posture told you exactly how he was feeling. Words found you easily as well, though you had to take a moment to edit them to a professional amount of politeness, no matter how unprofessional the entire situation at hand was.

 “No, I think we’ll be fine.” You turned a bit and put a hand on his shoulder, starting to usher him out to the parking lot. “Roommates. Y’know?” A strained smile of your own found its way to your own face, desperately wishing not to piss your boss even though you knew in your heart that you’d be searching for ways to get her fired the moment Josh told you exactly what the hell had happened.

Before another response could drag on this insanely charged conversation, you pushed Josh out the break room door, walking him out to the car as fast as his feet would carry him. 

Though you had known Josh wouldn’t want to talk on the drive home, it didn’t stop unease from creeping up into you as the streets you were refamiliarizing yourself with flew by. Seeing the way his arms wrapped around himself and his head tilted back was enough to tell you he needed the quiet. So, that was how you drove him home. In complete contemplative silence. 

But you couldn’t stop yourself from hesitantly putting a hand on his arm once the two of you were inside your home, making his footsteps still for a moment to allow you an opportunity to speak. “You know you can tell me about what happened back there.” Desperation quickly filled you when he couldn’t be bothered to lift his eyes from the ground. “I just want to help.”

He huffed a breath out. Not angrily, just in the same exhausted manner all of his movements were in. “I’m… I don’t want to talk about it.” When his eyes finally did raise to yours, the weariness behind them felt like a stab to your stomach. “And I don’t think you could help, even if you tried.”

Lowering your hand from his arm, you scoured your brain for any form of comfort you could offer him. “I could make us dinner? Do you want something to eat?”

“Not really,” There was a sort of defeat in his voice, like just standing was taking absolutely all of his energy, “I think I’ll just shower and go to bed.”

And with that he was off, shuffling to his bedroom and leaving you alone. Regardless of what he said, the boy had to eat, and while you didn’t want to push his boundaries any more than they had clearly been shoved, it didn’t feel like enough to just sit around after having to practically rescue him and drag him home. 

You grabbed your laptop from your room and took it out to the kitchen, listening to the sound of the shower starting as you turned the stove on to make him a quesadilla. You figured if you could make something quick and sneak it onto his desk before he got out of the shower, you had a chance at feeding him without putting too much of a strain on him. So that’s exactly what you did, cutting it up quickly and throwing it on a plate after it finished cooking, slipping in and out of his bedroom just as he shut the water off and getting back into the kitchen to make your own dinner before he could open the bathroom door. 

As you ate, you decided to do some research into Arienne and company policy for your studio. A not so quick, albeit simple, search into employee reviews from other film studios around told you that she seemed to have an m.o., though you couldn’t seem to find one that mentioned her by name. It wasn’t hard to connect the dots, though, when you started to track how she would conveniently quit her job at each location right before a new review could come out.

Still, the details seemed close enough to the situation you’d been faced with earlier that night, and that was enough to make you want to encourage Josh to take some sort of action. Once you had finished eating, you took your laptop back to your room and changed into pajamas. You didn’t really have a plan in mind, but you knew you had to go in and check on him, even if that meant just confirming that he’d fallen asleep. 

But the scene you walked into made you wish he was sleeping. At least that could have been semi-peaceful. Rather, upon quietly opening his door, you found him curled up in bed, staring blankly at the pillow that still stood propped up on the wall his bed was pushed against. The sight of a now empty plate on his desk mitigated some of the distress the moment was putting you in, but not enough to make you walk away. 

“Josh?” Given everything that had happened, the last thing you wanted was to make him feel like he had to engage with you, so you stayed in the doorway, waiting to see if he’d answer. 

Rather than give you a verbal response, he simply turned over in his bed and shifted over closer to the wall, pulling back the comforter on the empty half of the mattress and patting the spot once. That being enough for you, you walked over and slid in next to him, bringing the covers up over you and situating yourself so that you could face him. 

Now that you were next to him, you could see the distortion in his face. The way it was twisted in discomfort sent pangs of heartbreak through you, knowing that in the moment, there was nothing for you to do beyond just being there with him.

You opened your arms to him in a gesture that you hoped wouldn’t be too much for him, and to your relief, he accepted the notion. Moving just a little closer in the bed, he wrapped an arm around you, hooking his chin over your shoulder. 

The two of you laid like that for a few long minutes, cheeks resting together as both of your breathing evened out. Though it had become more common in recent history, the silence coming from Josh was still unusual for you.

You let your fingers gently rake through his wet curls, slowly separating the tangles that had already reformed. It wasn’t much, but helping him with his hair was something you had always done to show him how much you cared about him, and that’s exactly what you wanted to do for him now. 

You had to show him how much you cared.

“You know you don’t have to, but if you wanted to talk to me, you also know that you can.” Your words came with bated breath, trying to avoid the boundaries of the state he was in. 

“I know. You just… you don’t owe me anything. I should be the one taking care of you right now.” His words were accompanied by his pulling away just slightly, keeping his arm around you but moving his head to tuck it right under your chin. 

A sigh escaped you. “I’d give you anything. If what you need right now is my time, that’s what I’ll give you. I’d give you the universe if that’s what you asked me for. Each individual star.” Your hand rubbed back and forth over his shoulder blade in one of the few comforting motions you were capable of in this position. 

“I would give you whatever you wanted too, y’know. I’d give you the sun. I love you.” His breathing started to slow, a sure sign that he’d be asleep soon enough. 

“I love you too, Josh.” 

And with those final affirmations, the two of you quickly fell asleep, resting together in the light of the stars you’d promised him once more.

#gvf fic #josh kiszka #josh kiszka fic #josh kiszka x reader #landslide fic

[johaerys-writes]

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender

Pairing: Keith/Shiro

Summary:

It’s been a long while since Keith got in a fight. Long enough to make it an unlikely occurrence.

The last time he did, Shiro had really thought it would be the last. 

My entry for Day 6: Nursing & Ministering of @shirosaveskeith week is up! Where Keith gets in a fight, and Shiro is there to help and comfort him :)

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The day is already old by the time Shiro walks out of the Garrison. The gates buzz open when he shows his key card, and the guard smiles at him. 

“Done for the day, Shirogane?” 

“I should hope so,” Shiro says, returning the smile. “You’re off soon too, right?”

“Yeah, just a couple hours left until Stan comes along to replace me.” 

“Give him my regards. And enjoy your day off, Ray, you’ve earned it.” 

“Will do. See you around. And don’t work yourself to the ground just yet, eh.”

Shiro laughs politely and waves over his shoulder as he walks away. He’s been having more or less the same conversation with the man for the last three years, ever since he started working this post. The Garrison is Shiro’s home; no, it’s more than that. It’s a small world, all by itself, and Shiro has been part of it for nearly as long as he can remember himself. 

He makes his way through the front lawn, then walks across the parking lot to his car. It’s Sunday and almost everyone has the day off, so it’s empty save for his own car and a couple others. Most of the cadets have been given they day off, too; those who stay in the Garrison are only ever allowed outside once a month or so, and they’re never meant to stray too far. Shiro sometimes sees them at the arcade or the pool bar in the city, laughing and roughhousing. Keith is rarely amongst them, but then again, he’s always been a bit of a loner. 

Shiro hasn’t seen Keith since Friday. He wonders how he’s doing, whether he’s out, too. Shiro should probably send him a text as soon as he gets home. 

The car engine hums when Shiro slips the key in the ignition, then he’s driving down the long, straight road across the desert to the city. He turns on the radio and rolls down the windows, letting the warm and humid late summer air blow through.

An old song comes on, and before long Shiro is singing along under his breath.

The boy with the thorn in his side

Behind the hatred there lies

A murderous desire for love

The sky is painted in shades of gold, amber and red as the sun dips beneath the western mountain range in the distance. It occurs to him that he hasn’t gone hoverbiking with Keith in a while. He’s been so busy with work, and all the preparations for the Kerberos mission, that he hasn’t had much time for him. 

A thread of guilt laces the thought. He really should make more time for Keith. The mission is still months away, but he won’t be seeing him again for a while after he leaves. He wants to spend as much time with him as he can now, to make up for some of what he’ll lose. 

How can they look into my eyes

And still they don’t believe me?

How can they hear me say those words

Still they don’t believe me?

The traffic lights ahead turn orange, then red. Shiro pulls the car to a stop and drums his fingers against the side of the car, in time with the music. He should make a playlist for Keith, when he has the time. All of his favourite songs in one place. It’s as cheesy a gesture as it gets, but Shiro’s always liked making them, and he’s going to make one for himself anyway for the long months he’ll spend on the way to Kerberos, so why not share it with Keith? Their tastes in music don’t exactly match, but it can’t hurt to show him some new songs. Besides, he’ll have something to listen to while Shiro is away. 

The thought warms him. Shiro smiles, waiting for the light to turn green. 

How can they see the love in our eyes

And still they don’t believe us?

And if they don’t believe us now

Will they ever believe us?

The light ahead changes, and the cars before him start rolling forward. Shiro prepares to follow, when a strange sound from outside catches his attention. 

It sounds like the pattering of feet, coming down the lane. It is a hot and lazy evening, and the streets are quiet, so Shiro hears it clearly. A few shouts and grunts, and then a sharp, pained sound. A punch, Shiro thinks, or a kick; a hard one, too. More shouts and swears follow it, and as soon as Shiro turns the corner in his car, he sees it. 

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[arjaandsimoni]

Family matters

A plane slowly taxied to the terminal at Jaipur International Airport. Soon, four large men in business suits disembarked. One had red hair and green eyes, two others had dark hair and green eyes, and one had neither but it was clear they all shared some form of common ancestry. They were all large men, but Europeans tended to be pretty huge anyways and their passports checked out.

“So… what is the reason for your visit to India?” asked the attendant at the customs desk.

The leader of the group replied, “Hunting trip. I believe you’ll see our permits are in order.”

The attendant checked, then nodded, opened a drawer, and took out four copies of a pre-printed guide to wildlife in the country. “Please observe the list of endangered species, you will face legal consequences if you harm any of the animals listed, even by accident.”

The man nodded, “You don’t need to worry, me and my brothers are very good hunters.”

“Accidents can still happen sir, but I trust you will be careful. Enjoy your stay, and good hunting.” smiled the attendant, buzzing them through the turnstile. “Next please!”

The four men gathered their bags, then walked out of the airport. The bags were so heavy that the workers had trouble unloading them, but they lifted them with ease. They got them out to the car that had been rented and left in the designated spot for them, then opened the trunk, before each bag was put in they unzipped them and checked. Mostly clothing and other essentials, but then they unzipped the hidden zipper and checked in there as well.

A sword, grenades, a gun with several different clips of ammunition, and more.

Franklin had given them strict orders. Find Stephanie Fullmoon, kill her, and get out of the country. They would likely not be able to leave by plane after what they had planned, but they were Fullmoon. It could take months, but they could go overland if needed.

Jacob Fullmoon nodded to his men, they nodded back. They would do what needed to be done, the Patriarch’s decision was law.

They piled into the car and one of them started the engine, Jacob riding shotgun as he took out his phone and dialed a number. “Sir, we’ve landed in India. Beginning mission now. As per protocol if we do not check in by midnight local time assume our mission failed and ourselves terminated.” he nodded, putting his phone away. It was standard procedure in the field after all.

The car pulled out of the parking lot, and four men drove off towards the city of Jaipur proper… to kill their cousin.

Some hours later…

Stephanie and Arja were sitting at a fountain out in the city, enjoying the cool night air. It was late enough that the foot traffic was finally starting to die down somewhat, but the city was still packed to bursting with people, moreso than any American city. Stephanie only had Cincinnati to really go by, but even now after a few weeks in India it made her head spin.

“Okay… lemme try again… umm… hailo mera pair ek pyaaree paee hai?” she attempted.

Arja snorted her soda, putting her hand over her mouth.

“W-what?!” she asked.

“You just said ‘hello my foot is a lovely pie!’” she giggled hysterically.

Stephanie blushed, looking away, “At least I said something reasonably coherent that time…” she muttered.

Arja just grinned, “Its cute!” she chuckled, “Besides, Hindi isn’t an easy language for outsiders to learn, I’ve heard people do a lot worse…”

She blinked, then glanced at her, “How many foreign kids have you tricked into saying curse words in Hindi when you were somewhere with your dad?” she asked.

Arja just grinned, “… dunno, lost count.”

The two of them looked up at the sky and Stephanie sighed, “This is nice though…”

Arja nodded, glancing at her. “Yeah, it is…” she replied.

Stephanie looked back, “Arja… um… I…” she started… turning to her, and then saw Arja’s expression just before she dove ontop of Stephanie.

The Irish girl squealed, “H-hey! Isn’t this illegal here?” she giggled, then her eyes went huge as a gunshot rang out and the wall of a building suddenly chipped from a bullet that, a moment before, would have gone right through her head. “… oh shit.” she whispered.

“Stephanie Fullmoon.” came a gruff voice, “Patriarch Franklin has declared you banished from the Clan and marked for death. Surrender now and we’ll make it quick as we can.”

Stephanie looked at Arja, then at the wall, then back at Arja, “How…” she whispered.

“I smelled gunpowder.” she replied, then glanced around. “I can smell that same sword oil that last one had in at least four directions…” she added, then glanced to her right, “Alleyway that way is clear… ready?”

Stephanie gave a nod.

Arja held her hand tightly, then with a sudden burst of speed the two girls bolted and ran for the alleyway.

“They’re rabbiting! Alec! Thomas! Containment!” barked the voice of Jacob Fullmoon as four men rushed after them. They were in non-descript white shirts and bluejeans and all had the same crew-cut hairstyle. These weren’t bunglers like Terrance, Franklin was serious now!

Stephanie felt her heart pound, THIS was why her mother was willing to go so far, the reality of it never really hit her until now… She’d seen how Fullmoons fought. They’d have relatives join militaries in various countries just to steal their techniques and tactics for use by the clan, and these four were clearly trained killers.

It hit her all at once, it suddenly wasn't just an abstract idea anymore or a potential threat... her grandfather wanted her dead.

The two girls raced through the city as fast as they could go, Arja gritting her teeth, “We need to get to the jungle…” she nodded, “I can get us somewhere safe, but its outside the city!”

Stephanie was already getting tired. She was a Fullmoon Witch sure, but otherwise she was as athletic as any other girl her age. “I… okay… just…” she gasped, they’d been sprinting for a full half mile now. Franklin’s assassins were keeping in close pursuit, but Arja knew Jaipur as well as Stephy knew Covington and was giving them a real run for their money.

Arja gave her a worried look, then nodded, “Hang on!” she said, and suddenly the hand holding Stephanie’s became a lot hairier. Arja shifted into her vanara form and pulled the exhausted witch onto her back, guiding her hands to wrap around her middle as she fell forward onto all fours, then leapt to a wall and pulled herself up it with lightning speed, leaping from rooftop to rooftop like a wild animal. As she ran she let out loud echoing cries and shrieks, sounding less human and more like a giant monkey as she went.

“Shapeshifter has transformed! She’s going for the rooftops!” came a voice from below… closer than she’d hoped. Arja gritted her teeth and poured on the speed! Her ancestry didn’t give her the same kind of insane strength that the men of Clan Fullmoon had, but monkeys were fast and excellent climbers! She just had to keep ahead of them… and then she saw the treeline and grinned.

“Almost there, hang on Stephanie…” she growled, and with a leap she dove from the last building and grabbed a branch, then swung to another and another! Arja swung from tree limb to tree limb, continuing to screech and hoot as she did!

“The jungle! Swords out lads, cut a path through!” shouted another Fullmoon assassin, and her grin widened. She could go through the trees, they couldn’t! In the jungle she’d be even faster.

She glanced back, seeing the steel slashing in the moonlight, then scowled, not as fast as she’d like though…

Twenty minutes later

Arja swung out of the last bit of the overgrowth, landing on hard weathered stones. Stephanie had gotten her breath back by now and let go of her shoulders, the girl looking around. “Where…” she asked.

Arja shook her head, “I’ll explain later! Follow me!” she nodded, heading deeper into what appeared to be a massive old building.

Stephanie nodded and quickly ran after her. Vines grew over most of it and there were creeper plants up most of the walls, but she could make out some kind of faded but still colorful mosaics under them in the moonlight.

Finally Arja skidded to a halt and turned, then growled as she heard four safeties click off one after the other. “End of the road girls…” came the voice of Jacob Fullmoon as he strode into view, his gun leveled at them.

Stephanie shook her head, “WHY?! Why does grandpa not want us to use any magic?! We’re hunters! We can’t all just use swords and guns!” she shouted.

“Doesn’t matter.” shrugged Jacob, “We’re just doing as our leader orders girl.”

Arja stood up and growled at them, “You guys are some special family huh? Willing to kill each other over something this idiotic. I know my family would never even think of that! We stand by each other no matter what!” she nodded, then smirked, “Lemme introduce you…”

A split second later their guns exploded as the bullet clips suddenly superheated! Their innate Fullmoon resilience saved them from losing their fingers, but they had lost their ranged weaponry! The four men looked up and around them in shock, and in the darkness golden fur shined…

All along the walls of the temple, above the arches, blocking the way out, were other golden-furred monkey people. Some dressed in traditional Indian dress, others in stuff as plain as jeans and a tee shirt.

Arja grinned at them, “Thought I was just making noise while you guys were chasing me? Jaipur is OUR home, and so are the jungles around it! I was calling MY family! You get ONE chance, go back to your ‘Patriarch’ and tell him that Stephanie Fullmoon is under the protection of Arja of the Vanara! If I even smell another of your warriors in our town again...” she growled, then several flames erupted around the Irishmen’s feet. “… they’re toast.”

Stephanie stared around her, just as surprised as they were. The Vanara had surrounded the temple without a sound, moving through the jungle as if it were a stroll down the street.

Jacob’s hand was an inch from his sword… but most of the monkeys who’d joined in the jungle were holding weapons themselves, and all of them were pointed at him and his allies. “You’d risk war against Clan Fullmoon for one girl?” he growled.

“You’d risk war against the Vanara for one girl? What the hell does he want her dead for?” she barked back.

Jacob snarled, “I don’t know and I don’t care. I have my orders.”

Stephanie watched her enraptured. Arja didn’t even flinch, she planned to call her allies as they fled, she planned it all out on the fly, and she’d caught four of her grandfather’s trained hunters with their pants down in doing so. Then she became aware that the moonlight was being blotted out.

She looked up and saw a massive ape-like creature standing behind them. She didn’t even hear him arrive.

“Your devotion to your leader is admirable… but blindly following his commands is folly. A warrior best serves their leader by knowing when to disobey so that he can serve him again tomorrow.” the huge creature spoke, and his voice had an odd stereo effect to it… and then the clouds drifted away from the moon and Stephanie’s eyes widened.

He had two faces, one on either side of his head and four arms, two folded over a massive barrel chest, two more resting on his hips. Like Arja his fur was a shining gold but streaked with red as well. “I am Akul, seventieth King of the Vanara and this one’s grandfather. You and your people are trespassing in our home and threatening my granddaughter and her friend. Leave, now, or we will remove you.” he warned, giving Jacob and his men a rather steely gaze, the words alternating between each of his mouths.

Jacob hesitated, then stood and lowered his hands. “… aye, we’re beaten this time. I will relay your message to Patriarch Franklin, but as for his reply…” he frowned, “… well, I hope protecting her is worth it to you.” he turned and waved for his men to follow, “We’re leaving boys, abort mission. We’re not starting a bloody war without our leader’s direct order to do so.”

Stephanie looked around, then slowly sank to the temple floor, shaking.

Arja watched them go, glaring until they were out into the jungle, then in an eyeblink she was next to the redheaded girl, “ARE YOU OKAY!?” she gasped, “I’m sorry, but I didn’t know if they could hear us and I couldn’t warn you without tipping them off that I was calling the rest of my tribe for help!” she chattered anxiously, her tail swishing behind her.

Akul chuckled at her, “So, this is the one you told us about little Arja…” he grinned, “My granddaughter came to me the night after you arrived and told me about your plight young lady… and how you helped her and my son-in-law drive back one of the naga’s warriors.”

Stephanie blushed up at him, “I… I mean I just… it was right there, I couldn’t just ignore it…” she muttered.

Akul nodded, “Many a braver warrior than you would have hesitated young lady, and the naga chose her ambush well. Our pact with divine Agni grants us mastery of flame, but that makes water our weakness. She waited until they were in a location where she would have the advantage. If not for your intervention the battle may well have ended in the naga’s favor.” he nodded, “You helped to protect my granddaughter in her time of need, it would be unworthy of the line of Hanuman to ignore you in yours.”

Arja looked up at him, “Yeah, but dad probably won’t like this…” she she sighed, “I mean, he can’t just ignore us getting attacked. What if we’re at home and it happens again?”

Stephanie frowned, the wheels turning in her head… “Dammit… yeah…” she muttered, “I mean… I can’t just stay here, I want to but… if I don’t go back then I’ll just be putting everyone here in danger… but… if I go back now…” she thought hard, “Dammit I wish Nelen was here… what would my brother do…” she muttered.

Then she remembered something he’d told her once, when she’d asked where he’d learned how to do all that more esoteric magic stuff. About a place that could do… well… anything!

“I… might have an idea…” she said, staring out into the Indian jungle. “A way that I could stay here, but also go home…” she nodded slowly.

Arja raised her eyebrow, “… uh… how?”

Stephanie grinned, “Um… don’t suppose your dad has business dealings in London?” she tried.

Akul and Arja shared a confused look, then Arja said, “Whats in London?” she asked.

“Well… its more London-adjacent really…” she replied, “… have you ever heard of a place called the Nightside?” she asked.

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[julieelisabeth]

Smarties

You know that candy, right? I know it intimately today.

I was out and about on a mission--find a cold brew system, maybe browse HomeGoods, pick up my brother for Costco run, and snag some cocktail supplies because damn it, I feel like making a dirty martini using pickles.

Amidst the busy, my brother finally asked me, "So how ya doin' Julie?"

And I began to share. I began to share how I wonder if I have made the biggest fucking mistake of my life; ending a relationship I was holding for 8 years. I began to share how there's a tug of war in my mind. How I struggle with feeling present and "zone out" often. I began to share how I don't know what "being single" is supposed to be. It's not that I'm lonely or need to be around people all the time...I have things I could do. Do I choose to do them with others or by myself? I began to share some hurt about a phrase from the recent past that I was finally beginning to process. The phrase, "I hope you know what you're doing." I shared that today I began to doubt and wonder if I have been making smart decisions in my life. My brother and I talked more but soon parted ways.

I decided to make my way home and made a stop for the dirty martini supplies. I stared at the aisles as everyone does on a Friday night at the end of a busy work week. I grabbed some things. I debated which register to check out with and I decided to stick with my intuition of going to #1. The cashier greeted me and asked, "How are you?" I said, "I'm alright." I continued to type in all my info for rewards and PIN. Before handing my bags she handed me a Smarties candy saying, "Here, maybe this will brighten your day."

I took it in my hand and looked at it for a moment. I first thought of a friend who loves Smarties, then tears started to blur my vision. 

I looked at her with courage and said, "Today, I have been struggling with if I have made the "smart" decisions for my life. So thank you for this."  We caught ourselves in a warm embrace, her saying, "Well, this is a sign that it will get better."

I thanked her, grabbed my bags, and walked out of the store. I wondered about her story (especially with her Slavic accent) and what a beautiful person she is. I tearfully trekked out to my car when within ~4 feet of my vehicle I slipped on the ice and fell flat on my back.

Honestly, I laid there for a moment or two. Not because I felt extremely hurt...but because I just didn't feel like getting back up. I just wanted to stay there lying in the cold, icy parking lot with my tears. I felt I was done.

But a man in the distance saw me and walked over to check on me, "Ma'am?" "Ma'am, are you okay??" With my back to him and my butt getting cold on the ice, I softly said, "Yeahhh, I'm okay." I slowly started to get ready to get up.

He walked in closer so we were face to face and questioned, "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I just.....I'm okay." "Well, it happens to all of us."

It got me thinking about how true his statement was. Slipping on the ice doesn't just happen to a specific type of person here in the Midwest. It happens to all of us.

Taking a tumble onto the ground? It happens to all of us.

Tripping on our own two feet? Happens to all of us.

Falling down in life? Happens to all of us.

At this point in my life, I truly feel that nobody is paying attention to me. Nobody is watching, wondering, or worried. But I am learning that it's very much the opposite. People in my life--strangers even-- are noticing me.

They are wondering. They are worried. They are seeing.

And I need this. I need people to see me. Not in a self-centered way, but just see me...

See me in my hurt. See me in my pain. See me in my grief. See my confusion. See me in my anger. See me in my peace. See me--- Even though you can't solve or fix or change anything.

Just see me. And be reassured that I'm making Smart decisions for my life.

-Julie Elisabeth, 01.20.2023

[shetheripper]

Hello all. I wanted to start compiling some writing and photos here for you guys in more of a journalist style fashion. Instagram is a weird place these days. Sometimes it’s hard to get what I want to say across to an audience who is willing to digest it. So here we are, welcome to the blog space! Happy new year! What a wild ride 2022 was. But first, let me give a little self introduction for some context as to how I got to where I’m at.

For about 6 years now I have been a dedicated skateboarder, which became my greatest passion and the love of my life. Not getting the opportunity until after high school, it felt I had finally found a place in the world that I could experience my life in an adventurous and thrilling way. Starting in Boerne as a small town local, I quickly moved to the city (San Antonio) as soon as I found out about street skating, and the people who meet up and do it. The idea of it all possessed me. I was obsessed with skating every spot and meeting new rippers, going out everyday and pushing it to the limits, subsiding off of very little and experiencing the most because of it. Skateboarding made me fall in love with my life.

By 2020, a local shop in San Antonio opened up with a team and mission I was so stoked on. Carlos, Eddie, Will, Daniel, Jake, Brett, and Jared, founded by OG goodtimes shop guys James and Shorty, and his wife Kelly. A couple months before opening up, Carlos called me to let me know that since he been fucking with me so long and seen me go so hard, “Unfortunately, you have to ride for the shop.” Being apart of Deli gave me a family and a support system that truly, sincerely believes in me and my passion as well as a place to dedicate my own love and support to. These guys are some of the best to do it out of SA and it means the world to me to share space and community with them.

I started contesting before sponsorship, in 2019 with zumies best foot forward in San Antonio being my first, then Red Bull corner stone. Cornerstone was the first time I had traveled somewhere for an event. The contest was a 5 stop series through the Midwest at some really rad parks in some places I had a few online friends. My friend Dillon Lyon, who runs Studio Skate Supply, one of the series stops, had been supporting and encouraging my skating online for about a year when he reached out to me about coming out to KC to skate the contest, meet everyone at studio, and just have a fucking awesome time. After this first contest I traveled to, it became a whole vibe for me! Getting out there was my M.O.! I’d sleep on someone’s floor or in my car, pretty much lived off of protein bars and electrolyte drinks, and it was the best time of my life. Felt like 90% of it was in the parks or streets, and only 10% was sleeping and eating. I took only what I needed and ran till I was empty.

At this time the womens divisions would usually consist of about 3-5 local girls, and then maybe a few travelers like me. What got me really stoked on being a part of contests was showing up and representing for the ladies. I always saw many spectating, with stars in their eyes that told me how much it meant to them to see the individual girls and their skills, putting it down in such a masculine and intimidating space. These contests had some pretty legit cash prizes too, which helped out a lot in paying for the trip, or being able to go to the next one. What was really in it for me was meeting the other chicks and creating community, as well as being able to inspire people and represent the minority. And maybe sometimes getting in some tough guys way and watch him throw a fit. I mean, I never did that! Ha.. But really. Skateboarding became a thrilling way for me to dismantle patriarchy, which is important to my ideas of society. In the face of this hyper masculine environment, doing my thing defied the very way people think life is structured and what it depends on. Girls are eating shit, skating rails, and flipping sets, too, that’s sick. There are also girls with very creative and stylish runs despite years of experience or “advanced” skill, and they have confidence in doing it, and they’re successful and admired… that shit is really sick.

After a 2 years of Cornerstone and a few months traveling out of my car, I was ready to come home and try to focus on putting together a video part, and teaching lessons.

So here we are.

In January, I was at moms. I was feeling antsy for new adventure and was still going hard for skating. I had been teaching a few lessons on and off for the last 9 months. The previous summer, I had spent a bunch of time in Austin skating, hiking, and making some really cool friends that I loved being around. It had been an obvious idea for a while to move out there, so when my friend Paola reached out to me about needing a roommate, I jumped on it and was living in ATX March 1st. I was able to transfer from Summermoon in San Antonio to the O.G. location on south 1st. The money was even better than back home, which was great, accept for everything in Austin was more expensive, and inflation was skyrocketing, so at the end if every month I was down to barely 100 bucks and sometimes not even that. So I was strugglin’. But who wasn’t! Still, every night the park was poppin with everyone else who worked the day away and dedicated their last waking hours to skating. I was still extremely stoked to get into the busy scene.

I made a lot of good friends in Austin. I also learned a lot about what friendship looks like to different people.

Skateboarding is more popular than ever. Everyday there is a new trend, a new board company, a new video part that will blow your mind. Shit is COOLER than cool, if you got it. The biggest and baddest dudes achieve god-like skater status through professional videos, sponsorships, and travel opportunities. All of these things were the conventionally universal Way to being successful as a skateboarder. I met a lot of people who had no concept of skating beyond these ideals. Having such a unique and beautiful experience with community and diversity up north really made skating important to me as a way to express myself, inspire others, and create opportunity. It felt like a lot of that was missing from the scene in Austin. On top of that, (TW sexual assault) there were so many rumors coming out about popular, well liked guys in the scene being r*pists and/or abusers. And most times, their friends did absolutely nothing, or worse, defended and sympathized them. Many women I knew who enjoyed skating simply didn’t, or would go across town, as they didn’t feel safe at house park, in fear they’d see someone who had harmed them. And he’s still the cool guy, still a sick filmer bro, still sponsored, nobody cares. This created intoxicating fury in me. Suddenly, a place I loved and was supposed to express myself freely in became a place I felt angry all of the time. I didn’t give a fuck about getting sponsored anymore, filming a video, trying to get on any team, or trying to prove myself in anyway. I was so over the hype, but I couldn’t get away from it, skateboarding was my whole life and passion. I almost felt like I needed to take my skating and run away so that I didn’t accidentally start hating it.

Somewhere between making coffees 40 hours a week and losing interest in proving myself to people who had no value for my experience, my fire dimmed, I stopped trying to seek community, and fell very deep into myself. I had anxiety every day. I was barely able to scrape by, making that sacrifice to be in a place that I didn’t feel happy in.

There are many lovely, memorable things I still hold closely about Austin. My friends were (and still are) extremely supportive, talented and independent. They inspire me deeply. Living among them kept me alive and well.

I loved visiting the public libraries and spending time reading in them. I read a lot of books this year that helped me get through the hard times.

I got to take a really bad ass trip to New York City for my first time in July. My older brother paid for my plane tickets and I promised I’d pay him back, but barely sent him $100. (Sorry Eli, love you) Deli paid for me to skate the Boadr open. My friend Kava hosted me, fed me, took me out to events and places I was actually stoked to be in, and gave me a beautiful, peaceful, safe place to sleep. I am immensely blessed! The trip really inspired me. (You can read my post about NYC here :) ~linkkk ) It was a week of complete freedom and the sickest community within skateboarding I had ever seen. Being there and meeting those people put me into worlds that felt like I had dreamed them into existence. I came back to Austin and found out we would have to move. It was nearly impossible to find a place that summer, so, I packed my shit and went home.

While my time in Austin was challenging and exhausting, I learned so many valuable lessons about myself. What I like and don’t like, about how good friends can empower you, and how liberating it is to not give a fuck what anyone thinks you should do and just find your own way to happiness. That was probably the hardest pill to swallow. Even though I loved my friends and being a part of their lives, maybe happiness in my life did not look the same to me. And that’s ok. I moved home to San Antonio August 1st. I had two months of recuperating from my massive failure to pursue what was sought out to be a successful, fun skate life. A couple good Deli sessions, local events and teaching lessons revived my love and passion for community in skateboarding. But still, my hyper independence and lust for adventure was pushing me to expand my horizons. I was tired of living at home, and I wanted to do something adventurous. Since living/traveling in Oregon, I had fallen in love with hiking and exploring wild areas. There is a part of me that longs for wide open spaces. After a bit of Tik Tok research about seasonal work, I found a job in Big Bend National Park as a waitress at the Chisos Mountain Lodge on coolworks.com. Affordable housing and remote wilderness gave me the opportunity to save money, which I needed to do more than anything. I would also be living in a place where I could spend more time outdoors on the trail and in the back country. So I took the job and head out here October 28. While I am making and saving quite a bit of money, as well as hiking and backpacking some epic trails, the job and work environment is hectic. The lodge is run by Aramark, a massive corporation with little respect for their service workers. We have no restaurant manager, we're severely understaffed, and we often work 10+ hour shifts without breaks. The holidays had me ready to run home to my mama and never work another park job again, but I got through it. The housing situation is a big problem out here, too. We live in some of the most run down mobile homes I've ever seen in my life, many are 2-3 people to a small bedroom, sleeping in bunk beds with very little space to keep any possessions. Luckily, I was placed in a room that is so small it would be impossible to put another bed in there, so I got my own space, which has worked out great for me, except for the light fixture in my bedroom falling and breaking on my face, cutting open my chin and leaving a scar. Oh, and the mice that live in the walls. I guess if it ain't one thing, it's another. So, things are less than perfect, but what's new! It is still an enchanting experience to live in the national park. I've made friends from all over the world, hiked distances I previously would have never dared, and been able to unplug from busy city life and dependence on it. It's been a good step back and given me a lot of perspective. It's also been refreshing to enjoy other activities besides skating, as I was feeling a little burnt out from my experience in Austin. What I love about skateboarding personally is that it is challenging, mentally and physically, and therefore empowering. I get the same stoke out of hiking and backpacking. It's kept me active and happy with life.

So here we are! Rolling into the new year with new perspective and experiences. I am so grateful for every piece of this journey, as all of it has brought me here safely to where I am today. Going forward, I am ready to come home and get back to teaching lessons and skating with my team. I really needed a breather and my time out here has sincerely helped me process my passion and where I want it to take me. I'm definitely crazy stoked on travel and adventure so i'm learning to balance that with my skate life and commitments to it in San Antonio. One thing for sure, I'm not going to stop either. My passion drives me to experience life in the most exciting and enriching ways.

Hope you've enjoyed this novella of a 2022 recap. It means a lot that you've read it. Please share with friends if you feel so inclined and check back for more content as I continue to live my adventurous and non traditional lifestyle.

Lilith/S.T. Ripper

[allthingslea]

Bens

October 6th, I picked her up from her class just before 3PM, and dropped off Donna at her house. We headed toward downtown but decided to drop by Brentwood Mall for some Japadog and Soon coffee. We both had a lot of energy from the food! After eating, we went to a shoe store and bought her a pair of Converses that matched mine. After spending time at the mall, we drove to downtown, parked, and walked toward Enso, the venue of the place.

When we arrived, the VIP line was longer than general admission! Also whilst walking toward the line and even standing in it, Lea and I were getting a lot of stares. Even media crew for Ben&Ben had cameras on us a lot. Anyways. The time got closer, we got closer to the door, and I was pulled over by Rhea Santos to interview. I'll include the link below!

After the interview, we were asked for ID to enter the venue, but Lea did not have a physical copy of her ID, so the bouncer put us aside. I pretty much had to fight my way through just so we can enter the venue and watch. I even got help from our media friends, but they weren't able to do anything. Finally, the bouncer offered that if we pay $100, he would let us in. I was able to haggle it down to $50. I paid the dues, and we were finally able to go in. As we entered, I saw a section that I thought said "VIP" so we entered and sat down. The stage was literally in front of us. I then noticed that the bands of the others in the place were different from ours so we decided to leave. Turns out that section was for "VVIP" guests.

We found a cozy corner and decided to hunker down. She bought some drinks- a bottle of water and the flattest coke known to mankind. I still drank it though.

Donna and her crew arrived as the openers were playing their acts. Finally, the lights started to dim and intro music started to play. The Bens come out and the whole venue erupts with energy. This was Lea's show so one could visibly see the excitement in her eyes. The bands started to play and it was automatic- Lea and I both shared the same vibration when it came to singing and dancing. I wish I took videos of her during the concert.

It was a mission of ours to get waves or smiles from the band when they look at our direction. We were successful in getting the attention of Paolo, Miguel, and Toni. Must I say, Lea was inlove with Toni. She also had the goosies whenever Poch shredded the guitar. It was hilarious because for one song, "The Ones We Once Loved", we decided to officially break up, just so we can feel the song. We even stepped away from each other. However as soon as the song ended, we couldn't resist but be magnetized to each other and... well make ammends.

Throughout the show, she brought up the idea that the show will end late. She was originally going to sleep at Divine's, but she kept saying that she didn't want to bother her and stay up late since she had class early morning. She thought about staying over at Donna's but I introduced the idea of just staying over at my house. She thought about it.

As the show ended, we said our goodbyes to Donna and the crew. Then we realized that... well I guess she doesn't have a choice but to sleep over at my house.

Since there were a lot of VIP guests, we decided to stick around toward the end for the photo op. We met the Bens quickly. Afterward, we finally left the venue and started walking back to my car. The atmosphere was quiet and peaceful, but full of fun and exciting tension and energy. The drive home was quiet. It was obvious she was nervous of getting caught. I reassured her.

We arrived home. I went in first, like I usually did, put my bag down, changed clothes. And as I confirmed that the coast is clear, I turned off the security camera, let her in, and turned it back on. We got settled, changed clothes, brushed teeth, etc.

At last, time to rest. As soon as we layed in bed, I turned off the lights, and she clung on to me like a sloth hugs a tree. We started kissing.

Things got heated. It was dark and we both couldn't see a thing. I tried to stick it, but she kept pushing me back. She said that she was scared. I turned on the lamp, tried again, and this time it was succesful. It was our first time doing it in bed, and she finished quite quickly. I didn't finish, but we both cuddled and talked for a bit. We were both very comfortable.

It was getting late, we both had school and work early in the morning, so we decided to sleep. She was still like a log, and as usual, I found it hard to sleep. Needless to say, I barely had any. There were a lot of cute moments though. There was a time when we were both "butt to butt." One time, she said that her butt was sweaty so she moved away from mine, and wiped it down. Then a few moments later, I went back in. Besides some butt to butt action, we also had some "sole to sole" action. I found that even when asleep, as long as we are physically together, we had to be linked somehow.

Around 7AM the next day, we both woke up at the same time for some reason, and I noticed that I was hard as heck- hardest that I have ever been. She noticed this, and she said that it was so thick! She gave me head, she was almost gagging. I then stuck it in, and she said that there was some pain at first, but it felt really good. It was intense. I finished in her mouth the 12th time.

We lazied around some more and cuddled. There was a time when she was little spoon and I got hard again for some reason, so as a joke, I tried to stick it in from behind. To my surprise, it actually went in, so we did it, only briefly. She says that it felt different. Good different.

As we lazied around, we had some deep talks. We realized how much we both enjoyed each other's company- and that we enjoy being together more than being apart. I asked if she liked doing what we just did, and if she wanted to keep doing it if the opportunity comes up, and she said yes. I told her that I can easily see a future with her. I asked, "do you want to unofficially get engaged?" "pwede naman".

8AM arrived, and the folks left. As her class and my work was coming closer, she asked for the wifi password. I said I'll give it only after she tells me something new. She spent some time thinking and finally muttered, "I'll marry you if you give me the password." So I gave her the password.

As I worked, and as she attended class, we were "fooling" around in between. Around 12PM during my lunch time and during her afternoon class, I laid on her lap. She played with my hair and held my hand. I actually fell asleep. It was peacefull./ Later that night I asked her what her highlight of the jam packed day was, and she said it was that moment.

Because it was comfy, I proceeded to work downstairs, beside her. When she wasn't busy, we fooled around too- this time she was on top. She gave me head too. The thing was... I noticed that our things were red... we were both sore. So I guess that six times was enough.

After her class, she showered, and we watched the first act of 42nd Street. At 5PM, we left my house and went to Guildford Mall to eat and grab Divine's keys. Surprise, we shared Chinese food again. After eating, we went to the house, grabbed her stuff, dropped off the keys again, and drove to Tsawwassen.

As we arrived, we parked outside the house and talked. We had a full review of the day, and realized how much fun we had together overnight. We both agreed that we should do it again.

Finally, I dropped her off, used the washroom, and said my "see you laters". She walked me back to my car. Upon walking, we saw the full moon. I took a picture of it- she said that it's the memory of us being unofficially engaged (I'll never delete that photo). As I was driving home, we were on FaceTime.

Folks, Lea Joy is something else. Being with her brings me at peace. I do easily see a future with her, I just hope that she sees that too.

[abandoned-as-mustard]

Seasonal crushes are weird. 9 months out of the year you're fine but the other 3 are like, obsession mode: activated

#It's like being high #mustard rambles #like i was fine because i didnt see him and just got on with my life #then quarantine ended #and i had a chat to him outside church and thought i was still fine because it was just friendly vibes #but as soon as park mission started and i got to share a car with him... #silly thoughts: activated #it doesn't help that he is a genuinely nice person to everyone #the bar is low but he clears it like a high jump #to tell the truthier truth the feels were only dormant for that 9 months #and i didnt see him for those 9 months either

[inazuman]

mafia whore!!

being a mafia whore for the genshin group, nsfw/smut below heheh includes: ayato, thoma, childe, kaeya, diluc, all individually x reader. reader is fembodied, no pronouns are used for them 

head of the mafia, ayato, is almost never seen. but when he is, he’s wearing an elegant three-piece suit. you go to him for help, and his eyes linger over your figure. he has a great idea for payment. he’s such a tease, fingers dancing lightly all over your body, trailing down your spine. he kisses so softly, fingers you to open you up but avoids your clit and always pulls away before you can come. has you bouncing on his cock before he bends you over his desk, makes you beg before he even considers letting you cum. he’s got to destress after all the work he’s been doing, after all. the people say his torture could make anyone talk, and you’re understanding why now. what better way to torture than orgasm control? 

thoma, ayato’s right hand man, is an absolute gentleman. makes sure you’re well fed, takes you shopping, ensures you’re never without money. but he just keeps glancing at you while he’s driving you around? he knows what he’s heard through ayato’s office door, your pretty moans and the way you cry out. could he do that to you too? he parks the car and just looks at you, and you giggle at the tense silence and initiate to cease his nervousness. he eats you out in the backseat, like a man starved. moans at the taste of you and has you dripping all over his tongue. makes you cum twice before he lets up, and only does because you beg him to fuck you instead. geninely asks “are you sure?” at least twice before he takes his cock out. he has to take the car to the cleaners later.

childe is usually tasked with assassinations. his perfect aim makes them dreadfully easy, and even if the plan falls through he’s adept with a knife. thinks you’re such a pretty little thing as he slices your clothes off with a dagger, makes you open your mouth wide for his cock before a mission. “for good luck,” he tells you, not that he needs it. he comes back to your room to fuck you after, full of adrenaline from his kill. he’s still got blood on his shirt and shoes, has you on all fours on the bed as he thrusts into you harshly. he’s got to get rid of all that adrenaline somehow, right? and why not on his favorite slut? tells you “you’re such a good little cocksleeve for him”, that “you’re so pretty” as you cry out, that it’s like you’re made for him.

kaeya is ayato’s informant. silver-tongued and easy to look at, makes everyone in the room feel comfortable with a few simple words. at one of the mafia’s many extravagant events, he brings his hands to your waist and whispers behind your ear, “my, my. what a pretty little thing”. next thing you know he’s got you against the door in one of the rooms, two fingers inside of you and his thumb on your clit, whispering dirty nothings into your ear about how “you sound as pretty as you look, though you shouldn’t be so loud, what if someone hears you? i can feel you clenching around my fingers. can’t wait to feel you around my cock”. after you come, he puts his fingers in his mouth and tells you how good you taste, and that he’ll see you again soon. 

diluc handles the finances, all the fronts that the mafia uses. he frequents the mafia’s bar, angel’s share. even works behind the bar on special days, and the crowd says his cocktails and mixes are to die for. you’re perked across the bar counter on one of those special days, asking for whatever he recommends and he gives you something strong and sweet, exactly what he thinks of you. his eyes gaze over your figure as you drink, his hands resting on the counter as he starts a conversation with you. how often do you come down here? do you frequent the mafia business often? he’s interested, but not one to get distracted. teases you with his eyes and the way his adam’s apple moves as he swallows whilst looking at you. as his employees start to take over, he regrettably goes to the back to handle some work. not to worry though, as you follow him in. such a hard worker deserves a treat, doesn’t he? he sternly asks “what are you doing here?” before you sit yourself down in his lap. he’s already half hard, pupils widened, as you grind on him and kiss him. he’s got his fingers in your hair in no time, lets you ride him as he kisses your breasts, grabs your ass to deepen the grind.

read the ayato fic for this here :)

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