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scarletwinterxx · 2 months

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your beginning and middle and end - mark lee imagine

hello🥺 sooo this one is a bit longer than my usual posts. think of it as a valentine special. i loved writing this one, i hope you like it too🤍

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FEBRUARY 09, 10AM

"That's the fourth date you declined, girl valentines is around the corner" Yun-jin tells you the moment the other guy walked away

"Genuine question, do I need a guy to celebrate it or do I even need to celebrate it?"

"If Valentines has a version of the grinch it would be you"

You laugh at her statement, reading over the small note that was given to you along with a single rose. It was cute, you appreciate the thought but you really didn't want to go out with the dude. You'd rather let them down now than pretend to have fun during a date.

"It's just not my thing" you tell her

"Then what's your thing? Tell me and I will personally look for him"

Looks like luck is on your side because you spot the big clock behind her, your next class about to start.

"Once I know, I'll tell you. I'm gonna be late. Bye" you gather your stuff and rushed out the hall, you can hear her protests making you laugh on your way out.

When you got to your next class, the other students are just arriving. A lot of vacant seats, you choose the one in the middle. You get your notes and laptop out to skim over your notes from the last session.

"Another one?" you hear someone say from behind you making you look up

"Yep, want to read it?" you chuckle, passing the rose over to Mark.

Mark Lee, the boy you sit next to class with. You see him enough around campus to get acquainted. He's friendly, known by many, a poet by heart. And he's also well aware of the failed confessions to you.

The first time you brought a flower to class he didn't say anything, the second time he thought it was from the same person but then the third time it happened right in front of him. He witnessed how you gently turned down the poor lad who was asking you out after handing you a rose.

Mark takes his usual seat beside you before reading the note

"You and Me, on v? huh like Valentines?" he laughs, holding the little card in his hand

"I'd give it a 4 out of 10"

"Ouch, so the lowest one then. I'd say my favorite is still the one about cats" he tells you, passing the rose back to you

Do you like cats? Because I’d like you to take meowt

You remember that one too. You thought it was cringey, but Mark smiled when he read it. You even let him keep the card.

"Do you still have it?" you ask "The card? Oh yea, I drew like little cats all over it. I'm sure it's somewhere in my bag"

"Why? Planning to use it on someone?"

"Yeah right, I think I'd have a bit more game than that" he jokes

"Ha, we'll see about that" you snorted. Missing the way Mark is looking at you with small grin on his face. Trying to be as inconspicuous as he could be.

The two of you might be on good terms but he wouldn't put it past you to reject him too. Since he got to know you, one thing he learned about you is that you're always so sure of yourself. To you, no is a full sentence. You like what you like and say no to what you don't. You're unapologetically you and he likes that.

He's not sure yet whether he likes you or likes you.

"Earth to Mark?" you wave your hand in front of his face, making him break out of his thoughts

"Lost you there, where'd you go" you joke

"Was just thinking about this paper I have due on Tuesday" he says, it's not a total lie. He does have a paper he needs to finish before Valentines day.

"Need help? I have a few works to catch up on too"

"You don't have plans?" he asks, it's like asking if you have a date on Valentines without asking if you have a date on Valentines day.

"Not really no, and if I'm being honest I heard this guy planning to ask about dinner and I'd rather not..."

"Am I... the getaway car?" You chuckle at his question

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but if I could avoid it I would. So library or the cafe near campus?"

He looks at you like he's weighing his options, playfully hitting him on the arm making the guy laugh "Cafe it is, I'll see you there?" he says

"It's a date" you grin at him

FEBRUARY 12, 11AM

"It's not"

"You said she said it was" Jungwoo says, looking at Mark who is currently trying to find something to wear. After that little moment with you, Mark made sure to clear up his schedule for that day. Ofcourse Jungwoo being the nosy bestfriend didn't let it pass without making Mark tell the whole story.

"Also if this wasn't a date, why are you freaking out about what to wear? You're just going to study, are you going to study her?"

Mark throws the hoodie at Jungwoo's face before looking through his closet again, "Maybe it was just a slip of tongue. It's Y/N, she rejects everyone who asks her out" Mark says while his head is buried deep in his closet

Jungwoo rolls his eyes at his bestfriend, Mark swears he doesn't like you like that and yet here he is. He only met you a couple of time, Mark introduced you before when he went to give Mark a book he forgot to bring.

"I can think of something else you want her tongue to slip in" he mumbles, "Shut up, don't talk about her like that" Mark stands up straight, looking at the other guy. Jungwoo holds his hands up, "Sorry"

Mark gives him another glare before getting a hoodie inside his closet, "Whatever, I'll just wear this. Should I bring an extra one just in case?"

"Just in case what? You spill something?" Jungwoo jokes

In case she gets cold, Mark thinks to himself.

"Just cause" Mark grumbles, walking back to his closet to get another hoodie then stuffing it inside his backpack.

"You're going to be late, go have fun at your not a date date"

About an hour after that, Mark is waiting for you at the cafe. He got there first and sent you a quick text. After a few minutes, the door chimed making Mark look up.

And that's when you walk in, a bouquet of blue tulips in your grasp. You look around, quickly spotting Mark. You make your way towards him, Mark stands up to pull the chair out for you. Saying a quick thank you then you set your stuff down.

"Sorry I'm late"

"Nah, I'm just early" he tells you, "You uh the guy caught you?" he jokes, pointing at flowers

"Oh these? No, I got them actually like I bought it this morning. Yun-jin forgot to buy milk so I had to go out this morning then I saw these. Here" then you're handing the flowers over to him

When you notice the confused look on his face, you giggle. This made Mark look more confused at what's happening, "What? No one ever gave you flowers?" you joke

"No, it's suppose to be the other way 'round?" he asks but accepts it nonetheless

You shrug, getting your stuff out

"I don't like flowers, main reason why I always say no to those dudes. I appreciate the effort, I do but it's not my style. But I remember you said these are your favorite during our class introductions, so I got them for you" you smile at him, he smiles back.

"Thanks, no like really thank you" he says, this made you chuckle finding the situation cute.

"Okay, back to business. I do have like three agendas to finish today" you tell him, gesturing at the small stack of papers on the table

"I'll buy you a chocolate cupcake if you finish it all" he offers, your face lighting up at the mention of the sweet treat. Mark also remembers something about you during that class intro.

Actually he remembers everything about you and that day. The professor asked everyone to say their name along with two random facts about themselves.

"Hi everyone my name is Y/N, I love chocolate cupcakes and I can recite the graduation speech from Twilight"

That earned a few laughs from the class, and from him. You really did leave an impression on him. As days, weeks and months passed by the two of you got acquainted.

If someone asks (mainly Jungwoo) Mark when was the exact moment he felt different about you, he can't pinpoint the exact moment. It just sort of happened for him. Maybe from all the small gestures you unknowingly do, or how it's easy to talk to you. You just get him.

"Can you make it two?" tilting your head to the side for effect, making Mark laugh and nod his head "You got it"

A few hours later, and a few cups of coffee the two of you finally finish. Mark actually finished his paper an hour ago but you weren't done with the last module you had to do,

"Are you done? Am I making you wait?" you ask, noticing he stopped doing anything and was just looking at you

"Huh? Oh uh yea, but don't worry about it. I can wait" he tells you with a smile

"You sure? I'm almost done"

"Don't rush it, I'll still buy you the cupcakes" he tells you, you shoot him a smile before going back to work. Meanwhile Mark goes to the front of the store to get you your cupcakes.

You didn't even notice he stood up, focusing on saving the file before sending the final file to your professor.

"And done! Mark?" you look up only to find the seat infront of you empty. You spot him over the counter, choosing to wait and tidy your things in the mean time.

"Hey, you done?" he asks when he got back to your table

"Mhm, finally. Sorry for taking up your whole afternoon"

"No worries, I finished my work too and I enjoyed your company. And as promised, here's your cupcakes" Mark then opens the box, he might as well presented you with a pot of gold with the way you're grinning from ear to ear. Your joy radiating, making him smile too.

"For me?" you asked, he nods his head

"These are the chocolate ones, I got two. The others are their best sellers, then this one I just thought you might like" he points at the cupcake with heart sprinkles on it.

You laugh, getting the box from him "Okay fine, I believe you. You definitely how to make a girl say yes"

He shakes his head, suddenly feeling shy "Believe me I'm not an expert when it comes to girls" he mumbles

"No, but you got this type of vibe about you you know" you tell him, getting one cupcake from the box

"What vibe?"

"You know like someone could've been in love with you for ten years without you knowing, a classic case of unrequited love but not in a mean way you just don't really know. It's the way you see the world, it's always nice, forgiving, full of chances. You see meaning even in little things. You got this boyish charm about you, the kind that girls would pick over their fictional boyfriends. You're better than any guy written by anyone" you tell him not noticing the way he's just staring at you

"I follow you on your socials, it's cute when you take pictures of the moon or the sky. Makes me remember to take a breath and be in the moment every once in a while"

He don't say anything, still processing what you said. He has never heard himself be described that way, atleast not to his face but he doubts anyone can be as eloquent as you.

"Can I ask you something?" he finally finds his voice, you nod at him

"Why do you say no to all the boys who ask you out? besides the cringey one liners and flowers"

You chuckle, "Because I know me. All of them would've just ended one way or another. I know what I want, what I like. I like a guy I can have an actual conversation with from philosophical point of views to something so random. Someone that makes it feel easy to talk and listen to"

"Do you know how hard it is to control my expression when I'm in public? Yun-jin said my face is too judgy" you jokingly add "I'm an open book if you know how to read it exactly, if that makes sense"

"No, I totally get it. You're not complicated or hard to get, they just don't know how to. You deserve more effort than that" he tells you

"See, that's what I'm talking about. If you keep on doing that I'm gonna be the one asking you out" you tease him, the guy across you laughing. Trying to hide his blushing cheeks and fluttering heart.

The two of you talked some more before he offered to walk you home. It's almost sunset when Mark got back to his place,

"And he's back, how was the date?" Jungwoo shouts from somewhere inside. Mark spots him lounging on the couch, taking a seat beside him with the bouquet of flowers on his lap

"You got rejected too?" Jungwoo asks and Mark just shakes head

"Did you forget to give it? Got too shy? I'm pretty sure you're suppose to give it to the girl not take it back home"

"I didn't get it, I mean I got it but I got it from her. She bought me these" Mark clarifies, taking the bouquet to look at it again,

Jungwoo looks back and forth between Mark and the flowers, "Let me get this straight, the girl whose notorious for turning down guys who gives her flowers gave you flowers on your not a date date?"

Mark just stares back at his bestfriend because honestly it doesn't make sense to him too.

"Homegirl got more game than you" Jungwoo says with a chuckle

"She said she remembered I said these were my favorite. I mentioned it once during freshmen orientation week and she remembered"

"Oh my god, he's in love" Jungwoo laughs

"And you know, I gave her cupcakes and she got so happy I actually thought about signing up for baking classes" Mark grumbles, setting the flowers on the coffee table before taking a thrown pillow to bury his face in.

Jungwoo watches his bestfriend realized what he's known for a while now. Mark likes you. He just never said it. It's Mark. He thinks everyone is nice, most time he overlooks the nice gestures of other girls to him thinking it's normal when in reality they were trying to get his attention.

"Oh. This must be serious then. You don't even know how to cook"

"Yeah I know! Like I know I like her, I didn't know I like her." it felt surreal finally admitting it out loud.

"So you do like her? like like her"

"I think?"

"It's a yes or no"

"No, I don't"

"You got him flowers"

Meanwhile back at your dorm, Yun-jin is also interrogating you. You just finished giving her a recap of your day, she was half listening half watching her show when you suddenly mentioned you got flowers for Mark

"Just because I got him flowers don't mean I like him, I just remembered it was his favorite" you shrug, trying to not make a big deal out of it.

"What's my favorite flower?" she asks, you blink back at her coming up with a blank answer

"See! Oh my gosh, my baby girl is growing up" she dramatically hugs you

"Was that weird? That I gave him flowers?"

"No, it's the 21st century. Guys can get flowers too"

"He got me cupcakes too" you mumble, looking at the box on the table.

Yun-jin watches you, smiling to herself. She's with you twenty four seven and she's never seen you like this. There are a few times she's seen you on campus with Mark, you always smile whenever he's around. Choosing not to push further, she gives the topic a rest and changing it to something else

"So what are you doing for valentines? because if you're free I know this dude who's free also-" "Actually Mark and I are hanging out again" you cut her off

"You're spending valentines with Mark?"

"Yea, so uhm actually I'm gonna call it a night. I have classes in the morning, we're meeting again around lunch. Night" then you're making a beeline towards your bedroom.

FEBRUARY 14, 10AM

Come Valentines day. Yun-jin thinks you're out with Mark while the boy is completely unaware he's being mentioned.

Choosing a place you know Yun-jin won't find you, you stayed at the farthest lounge area after class. Most students won't even walk all the way here since it's a long way going back and forth.

Finding a spot to sit on, you spot someone sitting alone on one the benches

"Mark?"

The boy looks up, immediately smiling when he sees it's you

"Hey, you. What are you doing here?" he asks, getting his stuff from the seat beside him to make room for you. Putting your stuff on the table before taking the seat beside him

"I just finished for the day, and currently hiding from Yun-jin"

He chuckles, "Why?"

"She's trying to set me up with a blind date so I pretended I had plans" leaving out the part he was mentioned

"You don't have plans?" he asks, giving himself a pat on the back for not sounding too nervous

You shake your head, "I have something to say though, I might have told her I had plans... with you"

Mark just looks at you, feeling shy under his gaze you look away.

"With me?"

"Yea, sorry. You don't have to stay though if you have plans don't worry about it. Go enjoy your valentines day" you told him a bit too energetic than you intended.

Then he smiles, Mark smiles at you like he's keeping a secret he can't wait to tell.

"What?"

"I don't have plans, I was going to ask if you had plans yesterday but I didn't want to overstep"

"What do you mean? You're just asking" you smile back at him, "Did you think I was going to say no like always? Oh my gosh I swear I'm not as heartless. I wasn't-"

"No no no, of course I didn't think that. I mean I don't think you're heartless" he pauses to collect his thought because right now words are flying out faster than he can think of them.

And if he got one chance at this, he'll make sure to do it right the first time.

Then you start speaking again, surprising Mark once again with your words

"Yun-jin said I smile a lot when I'm with you, now that I think about it I think I do. It's just you're easy to be with, and I feel relaxed like I can talk to you about anything and you listen. It's also so fun to listen to your stories, especially when you get this animated look on your face. And when you laugh before you can even say the joke. Am I rambling, sorry I'm rambling"

He takes your hand, holding it in his. Testing the waters to see how you'll react. When you don't pull away, he gets a card out from his notebook. Then he hands it over to you,

Today we are obliged to be romantic And think of yet another Valentine. We know the rules, and we are both pedantic. Today’s the day we have to be romantic. Our love is old and sure, not new and frantic. You know I’m yours, and I know you are mine. And saying that has made me feel romantic, My dearest love, my darling valentine.

You read the note carefully, a smile slowly forming on your face while Mark watches you. When the thinks you finish it, he speaks up

"I read that, and I thought about you. You're worth more than a one liner, more than a single flower. You deserve poems to be written about you, gardens to walk through with the prettiest flowers"

You playfully hit him, reading the card again before putting it in your bag for safe keeping

"I love it, thank you. Now I feel bad I got you nothing"

"It's okay, I didn't even know I was going to give it to you. I was ready to just hide it in my bag for the rest of time" he admits

"Why? It's so nice though"

"Yea but I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable"

"I appreciate it really. Out of all the notes I received, I'll keep this one"

At that he smiles.

Like how the story began, with one liner notes and a single flower, who knew you'd find a friend and now something more. Mark is someone you didn't expect you'd have something romantic with especially since you're not really looking for it but it makes sense that you'd end up with him. He makes your days brighter, it's like he bring everything that is good into your world.

When you said he's the kind of guy who beats every fictional character, it's true because he gave you something better than a fairytale; a reality worth living in.

And yes spoiler, you do end up with him. The story ends with you and him. Spending all of your valentines together.

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captaincapsicle83 · 2 months

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At First Sight ○○ Bucky Barnes x reader

Pairings: Natasha x reader (platonic), Wanda x reader (platonic), Clinton x reader (platonic), Bucky x reader

Plot: Your roommates set you up on a date with their coworker, and you two hit it off right away. (Most of this story is silly little platonic fun, but I like it anyway).

(The little gif of him drinking water is funnier after you read the story)

“He has a cat.”

“Well, whoop-di-do,” You huff monotonously. Wanda scrunches up her nose at you, before sighing and shaking her head.

“I think you should go,” She says. You risk rolling your eyes, even though she could very well kill you, then and there.

“‘I think you should go’” You say, making your voice go higher, in a mocking tone. “If he’s so great, you go. I have a ton of work to do.”

Just last year, you landed a teaching position. It had been in May, and you were given hardly any time at all to prep. School started again in a week, and even though you’d been preparing loosely all summer, this week you were locked in.

So why the hell did Wanda need you to go on a stupid date?

“If you don’t go, there’s a good chance you’ll die alone,” She crosses her arms, eyebrows raised.

“You’re here, and so is Natasha,” You point out, finally putting your laptop to the side, and uncrossing your legs, stretching them out.

“What about when we go get married and have lives, and have jobs, and you just…die of boredom,” What was this a Sims game? Was she gonna lock you in a room with a radio next? Put the walls up around a pool?

“Clint’ll be here. Poor little shit’s never getting married. No one wants the little scrapper,” You pull your coffee mug to your lips. You must’ve left it idle longer than intended, because instead of warm, silky, and smooth, it was starkly cold, and felt thin beyond your lips.

“You want him?” Her eyes were annoyed, but her face was bemused.

“He’s low maintenance,” You shrug.

“Who?” Someone says, coming through the front door with an armload of groceries, and a red-haired friend behind them. While Clint had about ten plastic bags of things, Natasha sipped an iced coffee from a straw, looking awfully unbothered.

“Why does she still look homeless Wanda?” Nat questioned. “You said you were gonna drag her kicking and screaming.”

“We were getting there.”

Four people in one New York apartment, in upper Manhatten. It was expensive as high hell, but you all made it work.

So why am I gonna put my job on hold for something stupid as this-

You’re sitting on Wanda’s bed, Natasha’s fingers in your hair, Wanda in her closet, and Clint tasked with the job of “make-up artist”.

“I have my hobbies.”

You’re just about at the end of your rope with them, Wanda picking something out and Clint huffing and puffing that it doesn’t go with the look he’s going for, Natasha yelling at both of them like children. Finally, the timer that means, “We better be ready now or we’re gonna be late” sounds off. Wanda’s best idea today, the worst being, obviously…

Natasha and Wanda have tickets for an art gallery opening, so they’re both driving you, Clint tagging along for “moral support.” Groans were elicited.

Natasha was giving you a run down the whole way there.

“He’s a little quiet at first,” She says.

“Good thing you’re not,” Clint whispers to you.

“I don’t know if he’ll get there first, or not, but he’s got dark hair and will probably be wearing dark clothes, he does around the office all the time.”

“Emo bo-” Clint cuts himself off from his whisper, snapping to Natasha. “He works with us.”

“Yes.”

Silence…

“Well, who is it?” Clint asks, rather boisterously.

“…No.”

“No?” Clint, clearly offended, turns to you. “What’s his name?”

Your mouth opens, before shutting again, realizing no one had told you. You lean forward in the backseat.

“Who is it, Nat?”

“You’ll see.”

“No-” “Nuh-uh!” You and Clint both protest.

“I’ve been to your guys’ office I wanna know,” you say.

“Better pray it’s Steve,” Clint says.

“Oh, Natasha it better be Steve.”

Natasha turns around in the passenger seat, to face you and Clint in the back.

“Steve is engaged,” She starts.

“Yeah, so?” Clint says, and the car is quiet for a moment. When you make eye contact with Clint’s green eyes, the silence is cut by both of your laughter.

Unfortunately, this put a dent in the interrogation, and now you were outside of the diner. Your friends had told you good luck and left you here. You did notice Natasha whisper something to Clint as you got out, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. She covered his mouth and basically strangled him down when he tried to tell you.

Since they were gone…no one could force you to go in…

You couldn’t do that. Morally, you would feel horrible to just leave whoever this is sitting alone, waiting for you.

And the girls might evict you.

You walked through the doors of the diner. The diner was a cute little place, albeit a strange theme. It was based on Norse Mythology, called “Odin’s Sons.”

You were greeted by a blonde man, who was the hostess. You told him you were here to meet a date and he broke out into a smile. He said a man had arrived just a little while ago, here to wait for a date.

He led you to a table, where you were greeted by-

before

“I think you’ll like it,” Sam was saying. He was helping his friend, coworker, and roommate, get ready for a date Sam had set up for him.

“Who is she again?” Bucky asked, his voice strained.

“You don’t know her, but she’s Nat and Clint’s friend. She’s in some of the pictures on Clint’s stupid little desk of picture frames,” Bucky rolled his eyes at the mention of the pictures. Clint took many unauthorized pictures of Bucky himself (among others) and they ended up in frames. Clint claimed that, being an art major, and having taken many photography classes, he had the ultimate right.

As Sam described what you looked like, Bucky felt like he did sorta know who he was talking about. You came into the office sometimes, to bring whiny Clint and grateful Natasha food and coffee.

And you were probably the same girl Clint tortured and made fun of him for having a “crush” on.

Bucky arrived at the restaurant about half an hour before he was due. He wanted to be early and to have time to shake away all the nerves.

Well, maybe all was a bit much to ask. There were definitely a lot of nerves to cover.

He was greeted by Thor, the host who gave him a seat. A teenage boy with light brown hair and a bubbly personality brought him a glass of water and some bread. And another glass of water. And another. And a refill of bread.

“Thanks, Peter,” Bucky said again. No matter how many times the boy had to come back, he didn’t seem to stop smiling or being glad to get Bucky yet another glass of water.

As Thor came around the corner again, just as Peter was leaving, he was accompanied by the very girl Bucky had guessed it would be.

You were laughing, he could see, something Thor had said. Time felt like it was slowed as you met his eyes with yours. They seemed to sparkle with your joy, and his heart fluttered at the sight.

He hadn’t seen you so elegant before, but to him, you looked just as beautiful with or without. The makeup that defined your features seemed to have been applied with a steady hand. The dress you wore seemed to almost go with the makeup, and he wondered if it was planned or if you were just…perfect.

He had barely any time at all to gather his thoughts and put his ducks in a row before you sat across from him, smiling warmly. He smiled back, unable to say or do anything but sip his water.

“Hi,” You said. Your heart was pounding, and your heads were sweaty with nervousness. He set down his water glass that he had been holding since you came around the corner with Thor. He was barely finished saying hi back when the young waiter came to take your order.

He ordered first, and you quickly scanned the menu and picked something. The boy smiled warmly as he collected the menus from you, with the promise your food would be out soon.

“So,” The dark-haired man cleared his throat. You were entranced by the blue of his eyes as he said, “You…your name’s Y/n, right?”

“Hmm? Oh!” You realized you were basically questioning your own name, only a second too late. “Yeah, yeah, uh…Nat…asha, didn’t really tell me…your name.”

You decided on the long version of Nat’s name, taking a pause beforehand. You were grateful when the waiter, Peter, popped up out of nowhere with a drink you ordered, and more water for your date.

“It’s Bucky…Well, I mean, it’s James, but everyone calls me Bucky,” “Bucky” gave you a lopsided smile, which you returned.

Peter wasn’t lying when he said your food would be out right away. It seemed like you had barely taken the time to talk before your plates were in front of you.

“So you have…?”

“Three roommates,” you said, laughing a little.

“Oh god, and one of them’s Clint?” His face was twisted in genuine concern, which made you laugh a little harder. Bucky was hot and Bucky was funny and you could hardly take it.

“What about you?”

“It’s just me and Sam right now…and we have a cat,” He adds the last part after taking a sip of his drink.

“You don’t look like a cat person,” You shake your head, taking a bite of your food.

“If I wear clothes that haven’t immediately come out of the dryer, I look like a cat,” He says, and then seems to pull a white cat hair off of his black shirt.

“You need lighter clothes.”

“Not really my style.”

“You’re eternally a goth kid?”

He lets out a loud laugh at that, making you smile even harder.

~~~

“She was hot, and she was funny,” Bucky was saying to Sam. Sam was lying stretched out on the couch, Alpine laying pristinely on his chest, all her legs tucked under her fluffy body.

“That’s nice Bucky,” Sam says, only half paying attention. He coos at the cat, scratching her chin, “Isn’t that nice baby?”

“Okay, you’re not listening.”

“What makes you think that?”

~~~

You were laying on your couch, your feet in Clint’s lap as he prodded you with questions. Natasha shushed him, smacking him upside the head, as she handed you a drink. And by drink, that refers to an entire bottle of wine.

You were fiddling with the cork as you droned on about the date. About what Bucky looked like, and about what you talked about. More about what he looked like…

You let yourself trail off as Natasha and Clint shared a knowing look, and Wanda was smiling to herself as she played on her phone.

“What?” you ask, eyes full of innocence.

“Noth-” Wanda starts, but Clint cuts her off.

“You’re whipped,” he laughs.

You smile to yourself, shaking your head.

Maybe you were.

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romanreignseater · 1 year

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Time Alone.

Jey Uso x Reader

Rating: 18 +

Warning: Smut & a slight mention of a stomach bulge.

“Time was something that didn’t even seem to exist to you. But, your husband Jey does sure know how to have a fun time.”

A/N: I just had to write a little something for my Main Event Jey Uso, and after seeing his Instagram story this past week… It was my destiny 😭😭. I did say that I would release this yesterday, so let’s just consider this a little Valentine’s Day piece.

GIF: @rebecca-quin

Being a business owner of your own makeup brand, Zeta Cosmetics, and being a full time mother to four kids was really tough. Even though your husband Jey, was a big time help and support system, it was still super difficult to balance everything. And you’re blessed to have such smart and active children, but you’re starting to think they’re a little too active.

The fact that three of your children had different after school activities, was a WHOLE struggle in itself. Your oldest daughter, did humanitarian volunteer work for an hour after school, then softball practice every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. NOT to mention, she just got her first job, and guess who has to take her to work? Yup… it’s me. Then, your first son, wants to be an all sport MVP, cause he just plays every single sport there is. So, his practices are just all over the place. Your second daughter is a cheerleader for her brothers football team and has weekly cheer competitions. The hair, the makeup, the uniforms, and that monthly fee… She’s lucky she looks absolutely adorable with that little bow on her head. And your last child, which is your son, is only 10 months old. So, he’s basically the Pomeranian that you keep in your purse DAILY.

Kids are such wonders, but mama needs a break sometimes.

“Hey baby”, your husband Jey said smiling through the phone. “I miss you so much. Why did you have to leave me this week for your crazy ass twin?!” You said chuckling.

“Put some respect on my name sis.” Said the crazy ass twin himself, Jimmy. “I ain’t gotta do a damn thing, you took my man from me”, “He was mine first anyway”. Jimmy said sticking his tongue out at you. “Okay, okay, let’s not fight.” Jey said sternly. “But, listen baby I know how tired you are, and I wanna make sure my lady good. So, pack a little overnight bag, the jet is gonna be ready in about four hours.” “What are you up to boy?…” You said smirking slightly.

“Don’t worry about it, you know I got you girl.” Jey said showing that blazing smile. “Okay, but what kind of clothes am I supposed to be wearing sir?!” “Well, I was hoping you’d be wearing nothing. But, it’s somewhere a little tropical, so I guess that gives you the chance to just to what it do”. “Can you not talk about Y/N being naked, I think I’m gonna throw up”, said his goofy older brother. “I know you not talking Jimmy. Don’t let me get Trin on that ass.” “Y’all just stupid”, Jey said giving a breathless laugh.

“But, I’ll see you later tonight, alright baby.” “Wait… what about the kids?!” “I’m WAYYYY ahead of you. I got my mom and pops on that.” Thank god he had that sorted out, even though it’s gonna be a little hard to leave my babies, we could use some time alone. “I’ll see you tonight.” “See you tonight”. ~FaceTime ends.~

5 hours later

Jey is the best you could ever ask for. After packing your overnight bag, and saying bye to the kids. It was you and the love of your life… forever. He took you to a quick day and a half trip to Cuba. The villa you guys were staying at was absolutely gorgeous and the workers were radiantly exceptional. “This is so beautiful baby.” You said blushing. “I’m glad you like it, you know the Tribal Chief knows all the vacation hot spots.” “He damn sure does. But… he never stayed in this specific room. Right?!” Jey looked at you and said, “I’m pretty sure they have multiple honeymoon suites.” “Thank god, cause you don’t know what that man does.” You said barely being able to hold in your laughter. Jey laughed along with you.

Since the trip was pretty short, you guys had to make the most of it. By sleeping first, since there was no time difference and it was late at night. But, by tomorrow you guys would be up and at em’.

Soon the morning came and the workers at the villa surprised us with a lovely breakfast. Following us taking showers and getting ready, it was time for the tour. The tour guides showed us around the city and as we were on the tour, we jumped straight into every single activity there is to do. Snorkeling, scuba diving, and surfing. Even though I don’t smoke, cigars are something that are widely used in Cuba. So, one puff wouldn’t hurt. After our morning and afternoon endeavors, we stopped by La Guarida in Havana for a lovely dinner at the top floor of the restaurant. He is more than you could ever ask for.

Jey always seemed to have a tough exterior, but he was a huge softie for anything romantic. We later arrived back at our villa and where a trail of rose petals and sensuous candles led into the bedroom. “Now… what is this Joshua?!” You said turning to him with a sly smirk on your face.

“Its some time alone that you deserve”.

As we have both known from experience… we had to blow out all of the candles first. Jey then took my waist into his hands and held me tight. As if he didn’t want to let go. We started to make out with one another, our tongues fighting for dominance, and Jey winning the battle. He gently laid me on top of the comfort heart shaped bed and pulled the zipper of my short bodycon dress down. Jey started to my massage my breasts as if he were yearning for them. I slid the rest of my dress down my body, as Jey continued his assault on my breasts. “Mmmm…-, it feels so good baby”. I moaned to my husband as he said, “Imma make you feel something real good.”

He quickly removed my panties and flipped me over to all fours. Jey pushed his hand into the middle of my back to get me to arch. “That’s just how I like it baby, stay like that”. I then heard him pulling off his shirt and unbuckling his belt from his slacks. His pants made a thud onto the white marbled tiled floor and the bed plummets down as he arrived on top of it. “Aaaaa- oooHhh my goddd”. I moaned loudly as Jey dove right into my wetness. His tongue basically playing mind games on me. It felt like I didn’t know where I was.

“Shit tastes so fucking good mama, I could eat it all day if I could.” His words of appreciation make me gush out even more. The intimacy levels were through the roof as he paused his eating to finally give me what I’ve been wanting.

He entered me so smoothly, as my cunt was slick. “Damn baby, it’s like a waterfall up in here. That’s what I do to you… huh?!” Jey said. “Yes baby that’s what you do to me, now please fuck me.” “My pleasure.” Jey said as he started to profoundly pound into my hot sex. My moans couldn’t stop, the pleasure was just too much. “uhh-huh—hhhh”, my moans started filling the room. Jey started to pull on my hair and spank me repeatedly. “You like that shit.. huh?!” He said. “Ye-ssss, I love ii-ttt, give me more”. And Jey did as you wished. It felt as if he was in your stomach, as that thought crossed your mind. Jey put his hand onto your stomach and said, “You feel that baby, I’m in your stomach.” You took your hand from the sheets and placed in onto your stomach.

He really was in my stomach

I felt his cock bulge into my stomach and my eyes rolled back. Jey continues to give it to me and I felt my climax reaching its point. “Baby, I’m gonna cum.” “Go ahead baby, I’m there with you”. Jey said as his thrust became sloppy and grunts lowered. We both reached our peaks at the same time. I lied flat on the bed and Jey right beside me. “That was so good baby, we gotta do it like that every time”. Jey said with his forearm over his face. “But, we need more time alone before that.”

“You know I got you on that baby.” Said Jey smiling at you.

Just some more time alone.

THE END.

Let me know what you guys think about this and if I should write for more members of the Bloodline. Maybe even for other superstars

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prettyyoungandbored · 6 months

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Drunk - Johnny Knoxville

Pairing: Johnny Knoxville x Fem!Reader (“Babydoll”)

Author’s Note: Takes place while the two are dating. Also, you guys get to meet Y/N’s best friend who will become an important character in later stories!

NOT MY GIF

“Babydoooooooll.”

Y/N looked up from her laptop to see Johnny peeking at her from the door frame of her office.

“Hello, handsome” she chuckled.

A lovesick grin was stuck on his face as he made his way to her couch. He laid out like a centerfold for her to enjoy.

She shook her head. “You got my email about the final edits, right?”

“Sure did. But I’m not here to talk work with you.”

She snorted. “I should’ve known better. What’s up?”

“The boys and I are going out tonight,” he said.

“I’ll have my cell phone on me incase you need me to bail you out of jail,” she responded.

He pouted. “You don’t wanna come?”

“I can’t. Remember Whitney and I are having a girl’s night at my place?”

“Ah, that’s right.”

Whitney was Y/N’s best friend who Johnny had yet to meet. They two women had been thick as thieves since high school. She was the first to know about Y/N and Johnny’s relationship, other than Holly and Steve-O.

He also knew that if Whitney didn’t like him, he was done for.

“But I know you’re gonna have so much fun and you can tell me all about it Saturday,” Y/N said. She looked up from her laptop. “Maybe Saturday morning if you bring me breakfast in bed.”

He sat up. “What do you want me to make?”

“Who said anything about cooking breakfast?” she smirked.

His lips curved into a knowing grin. “Oh, Babydoll, I’ll-.”

“You can just grab me a breakfast sandwich from McDonalds and present it to me in bed.”

His grin fell as Y/N cackled. He shook his head. “Not funny.”

Y/N walked over and kissed his cheek. “You’ll get over it Saturday morning.”

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Hours later, Johnny sat in a private room of the strip club, the world spinning around him. He felt out of his own body. He could barely move from the couch.

That’s when Jeff walked into the private room.

“PJ, time to get out of the room,” he nudged Johnny.

“I wanna…I wan…”

“C’mon man. Let’s-.”

“I wanna go home.”

“I’ll get a cab to your apartment.”

“No, I want Y/N.”

Jeff sighed. “Ok, I’ll send you in a cab to her place.”

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“I love these women so much.”

Whitney nodded as she sipped her wine. The two sat on Y/N’s couch as The Golden Girls played on the TV.

Girl’s night was a sacred tradition between the two since high school that continued when they both moved to Los Angeles. It required four essentials - comfy clothes, wine, food, and a show or a movie.

Tonight, Whitney opted for a navy blue tracksuit that made her auburn colored hair pop. Y/N wore oversized sweatpants and one of Johnny’s graphic tees that she swiped from him.

As both women took a bite of their slices of pizza, Whitney asked, “How’d you find this place again?”

“PJ ordered it last week. It’s good, right?”

“It’s amazing! I can’t tell you the last time I’ve had pizza this good.” She looked over at Y/N. “How are you and PJ doing?”

Y/N’s lips curved into an embarrassed smile that she tried to pull back. Whitney nodded, accept that as answer.

“Oh you’re in deep,” she chuckled.

Y/N set her slice back down on the plate and turned toward her best friend. “I just…whenever I’m with him, everything makes sense.”

“In what way?”

“Like, it just feels right. I don’t feel anxious or on edge. It’s like that feeling you get under the covers after being outside in the freezing cold, you know? It’s that level of comfort.”

Whitney grinned cheekily. “You love him,” she teased in a sing-song voice.

“I-ok, look-.”

Before Y/N could continue, she heard a knock at her door.

“Must be the neighbors or something,” she said, getting up from the couch and going toward the front door.

Y/N opened it to see Jeff holding up an inebriated Johnny.

“PJ?” Y/N asked, concerned about his current state.

“Your boy got shitfaced and wanted to come here so, here he is,” Jeff explained.

He pushed Johnny onto Y/N, as she grabbed onto him. Jeff then walked away, leaving Y/N with her stupidly drunk boyfriend.

Johnny shot her a lazy smile. “Hi Babydoll.”

She could smell the liquor from his breath. “Oh, you definitely need some water.”

“I’m fi-I’m good.”

“No, you’re not. C’mon now.”

She led him to the living room where Whitney watched in confusion.

He pointed at Whitney. “Holy shit, it’s you.”

“Holy shit it’s me,” she laughed. She turned to Y/N. “How the did he get here?”

“He got dropped off by one of his friends,” Y/N sighed. “Whit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t plan for this.”

“Don’t apologize,” Whitney reassured. “Besides, I’ve been wanting to meet the infamous PJ Clapp.”

Y/N helped Johnny get settled on the couch. “Do not move,” she told him. “I’m getting you water. Whit, make sure he doesn’t touch the wine.”

“You got it!” Whitney said as she grabbed the bottle and Y/N’s glass and moved it to the nightstand on her side of the couch.

She then turned to see Johnny looking at her.

“I...uh…hi,” he said, giving her a lazy wave.

“Hi Johnny or PJ or whatever you want me to call you.”

“You can call me wha-whatever. I can call you…can I call you Whitney?”

“It’s my name so yeah, you can.”

He nodded. “Good, good.”

Y/N came back with a glass of water. She sat by Johnny and handed it to him.

“Can you drink this for me, please?” she asked.

He took a sip as Y/N rubbed his back. “Looks, like you had fun at the strip club,” she said.

“I got a lap dance,” he admitted, nodding his head.

“How was it?” Whitney asked.

“I don’t know.”

Y/N and Whitney exchanged looks, the women fighting smiles on her face.

“Did you at least tip her well?” Y/N asked.

“I kept my tip in my pants! I swear!”

The two roared in laughter, much to Johnny’s confusion.

“Honey, I meant did you give her a nice tip?” Y/N asked.

His eyes widened. “OHHHH! I think one of the guys did, so yeah.” He paused for a moment. “Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“Well, I’m glad you had fun,” Y/N said patting his leg. “I’m gonna get the bed ready for you. I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

Johnny nodded. Y/N left the room as Whitney turned to Johnny.

“You’re gonna have a killer headache tomorrow,” she remarked, sipping her wine. “Luckily, Y/N knows a fantastic breakfast burrito place that will cure that.”

Johnny motioned for Whitney to lean in closer. She moved an inch, still keeping a distance. “Dont tell Y/N,” he began, using a stage whisper, “but I’m in love with her.”

Whitney nodded, fighting every ounce in her body to not laugh. “I won’t as long as you tell her when you’re sober.”

Johnny gave her a thumbs up. “Also, don’t tell her you terrify me.”

Whitney’s eyes widened in delight. “You’re scared of me? That’s so sweet!”

“You’re her best friend, man, and like, if I fuck up, you’ll beat my ass. I’m still waiting for you to beat my ass for going to a strip club.”

“Johnny, PJ - whatever your name is - you make Y/N the happiest she’s been in a long, long time. As long as you treat her with the respect she deserves, that’s all that matters to me. If you don’t, then yeah I’ll beat your ass.”

He nodded. “You got it.”

He held out his hand, baffling Whitney who shook it to just keep the peace. She made a note, however, to never let him live it down.

“Which strip club did you go to?” she asked, leaning back on the arm of the sofa

“I don’t know. Dave picked it out.”

Y/N returned to the room. “Ok, let’s get you in the bed,” she said.

Johnny’s face lit up, causing Y/N to roll her eyes. “Absolutely not like that, Clapp. Now, c’mon.”

She grabbed his hand and helped him off the couch, leading him into the bedroom. Whitney followed, not wanting to miss a single moment of this.

“Are you gonna join me?” Johnny asked.

“In a little bit,” Y/N answered.

She led him to the bed. “Ok, now lay down for me and I’ll get your shoes off.”

He fell back onto the bed, lifting his foot for Y/N. Whitney watched from the door frame, sipping her wine.

“You have this man whipped,” she remarked. “Incredible.”

Johnny groaned. “ ‘M not whipped!”

Y/N pulled off the second shoe and grabbed his legs, moving them on to the bed. “Don’t move.”

“Yes m’am.”

“Night PJ,” Whitney teased as Y/N walked out of the bedroom.

He grumbled something as the auburn-haired woman turned off the light.

Back in the living room, Y/N sighed. “Whit, I am so, so sorry.”

“For what?” Whitney asked with a laugh. “There’s nothing to be sorry for!”

“It’s girl’s night though.”

“Hun, it’s fine. Besides, we’re grabbing dinner on Sunday. Speaking of, if you wanna invite PJ, you should.”

“Really?” Y/N asked.

“Of course. I need to get to know my best friend’s man when he’s not wasted,” she laughed. “But, I will say, so far I like him for you.”

Y/N smiled. “Yeah, I like him for me too.”

Whitney pulled her best friend in for hug. “I’m really happy for you, but if he hurts you, you know I have to kick his ass.”

“I know.”

“Good, because I told him that while you were out of the room.”

She grabbed her purse and swung it over her shoulder. “I’ll call you when I get home.”

Before Y/N could say anything, the sounds of Johnny hurling into the trash can distracted them. Whitney pointed to the bedroom.

“Good luck.”

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Johnny woke up to what felt like a hammer hitting his head continuously. He groaned, keeping his eyes closed. The only thing worse than the headache were the waves is nausea that overwhelmed him.

“Good morning, handsome.”

He opened one eye to see Y/N walk into the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his forearm.

“How bad was I last night?” he asked.

“The good news is you didn’t piss yourself.”

“Good.”

“You did, however, redecorate my trash can. And my floor. I took care of it though.”

He groaned more. “Oh, Babydoll, I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok,” she reassured, softly chuckling. “I am glad I slept on the couch.”

He pouted. “You didn’t.”

“Oh yeah! After the piss incident, I wasn’t taking any chances,” she chuckled.

He sighed. “I’m sorry I was a mess and ruined your night.”

“You didn’t ruin my night. You, did leave quite the impression on Whitney.”

He felt his ass drop to his stomach. He leaned up immediately. “What I did do? What did I say?”

“You did nothing wrong!” she said. “She thinks you’re hysterical. You won her over, which I told you you would.”

He exhaled, relieved. He fell back onto the bed, his hand on his forehead. “Thank God.”

“She actually wants you to come to dinner with us and a couple other people on tomorrow night.”

He smiled. “I’ll be there and on my best behavior.”

Y/N pat his arm. “Good. Now, I’m gonna get you some aspirin and water. If you take it for me, I’ll give you the best breakfast burrito of your life.”

“How about I take the medicine and you come into bed with me? I’m not ready to eat yet.”

“Works for me.” She pecked his cheek and left the room.

Johnny fell back on the bed and sighed. His nausea and headache subsided as guilt overcame him. He didn’t deserve to get away like this. He didn’t deserve a woman like Y/N.

Then he remembered something from last night.

“Dont tell Y/N , but I’m in love with her.”

It wasn’t that he didn’t mean it, he did. There was no question about it. But now he felt compelled to do something about it, considering he told her best friend he would tell her when he was sober.

Before he could do anything, Y/N returned with a glass of water and two aspirin. He took them from her hands, shoving the pills in his mouth and then chugging the water.

He watched as Y/N crawled under the covers beside him. He threw an arm around her as she snuggled into his chest.

Here it went…

“Hey Babydoll?”

She looked up at him with those eyes he loved. “Yeah?”

He opened his mouth to say those three words, but realized the moment wasn’t as right as he thought. He didn’t want to tell her like this, not when she deserved to hear it in a better setting than this.

So he smiled, pecked her lips and forehead and pulled her close to him as he began plotting.

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bronx-bomber87 · 8 months

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Happy Saturday everyone. I always forget Eric’s wife had a spot on the show. Every time I get to this episode its a reminder. Also fair warning he’s gonna make me extra feral in this one. He is in a suit and yummy street clothes in this episode. Gimme gimme all day. I blame Eric for all my reactions in this ep for how he looks haha This is also a shorter review like last time but good stuff in it none the less. Off we go.

2x16 The Overnight

We start off with our lovely ship at American Idol auditions. A guy is getting arrested giving out meth smoothies. Lucy has to go back for his backpack. As she does she gets roped into an audition because it has his audition sticker. I’m surprised there wasn’t a gif set of her singing. It's such a good scene. I did my quick made one above with my phone. But a really good set should be produced. We get to hear Melissa’s wonderful voice again. It's in a much better context this time. Not a soul crushing and depressing way. She chooses a song from Aretha Franklin. 'I never loved a man'. She CRUSHES it.

I hope she gets another opportunity to showcase her voice in the future. The ending of this cold open cracks me up so much. The judges are impressed by her audition. Ready to give her that coveted golden ticket. Lucy hears Tim’s voice and bolts LOL Him bringing her back to reality. Their 'No no no' is so damn funny as she runs towards Tim. I love it so much. Tim having no idea what just happened. Thinking she's just running behind for no reason. Such a great cold open.

I love this scene for quite a few reasons. First and most importantly we get Tim Bradford in a suit. Sweet baby James. What a visual to start off the episode with. I need more this is my life. He should go to court more often. Honestly should be illegal to be that damn fine. *fans self* Second I find it very sexy he donates blood so often. I mean of course he does. To quote Lucy. Most Tim Bradford thing I've ever heard heh Tim as a person is just so friggin attractive.

Lastly I adore Nyla giving him a hard time. Doesn't waste a second before calling him a machine LOL Tim's face in that third gif is too cute. He's commending her shot and only shakes his head. How far Tim and Nyla have come. Reached a playful joking stage I love it. You know Lucy is enjoying someone else giving Tim crap. The proud wifey smirk of hers when he gets tossed his ball. I love them.

Lucy is running the front desk since Tim is off at court. She meets a reporter Valerie Castillo from the Herald asking for public arrest reports. She is looking for a scoop on recent robberies at 5 star hotels. Asking if Lucy has heard about them? Lucy says no. Valerie goes on to say she is trying to get away from Hollywood stories. Do something more impactful. So she can be taken seriously as a journalist. Lucy being her empathetic self wants to help her out. Lets her know the reports she’s looking at don’t have enough info. Tells her she wants CAD reports instead. Valerie asks what those are?

Tim comes striding in with the answer. Looking like sex on a stick in that suit. Good lord he can wear the hell out of that thing. Look at that fit on him. Thank you to his tailor. *chef's kiss* But I digress…Tim is clearly not a fan of this woman and what she is asking of Lucy. His cop gut going off and not liking this interaction at all. Tim instantly distrusts her and doesn't hide it.

Does crack me up they wrote Ros in as a character he can’t stand LOL I’m sure they had fun with this. Tim clearly doesn’t like the media especially her paper. Says her paper has a bias against cops. She bites back ‘Like the bias you have against me?’ She’s not wrong ha Tim says that's cute but isn't buying what she's selling.

Tim tells Lucy to get those reports back from her ASAP. That they’re gonna hit the streets as soon as he’s changed. Ooh lord the way he unbuttons his jacket and barks out his instructions on the move. Mercy. It shouldn't be that hot and yet here I am always a puddle. Ever the model just as much walking away as he came in. My god he's attractive haha It's truly not fair. Valerie says Tim shouldn't talk to her like that. Lucy is bemused by this statement.

Says he's her T.O. and its just his style with a smile on her face. (We all know she loves his style heh) I do love how this scene finishes out. Valerie saying ‘If ass is a style...but he sure can wear a suit’. Indeed madam indeed. Then proceeds to watch him leave LOL Checking out her own husband as he exits the scene haha Cracks me up. He does look damn fine in that suit. I can not blame her.

Tim instantly tries to steer Lucy away from Valerie. Telling her she’s bad news. Saying reporters always have an agenda. Lucy tries to be snarky and replies 'To get truth? Sounds Horrible.' Tim continues on despite her snark and says they aren’t to be trusted. Lucy being her sunshine self wants to see the good in Valerie. That she’s doing this to help the victims of these robberies. Tim thinks she’s being naive with this woman. Lucy battles back he just doesn’t trust anyone. Well that’s not true. He most definitely trusts you Lucy. With his life. But she has earned it ten fold out of him which is why she has it.

I’m with Tim on this one.(No surprise there I know ) That trust is something to be earned. I am the same way. It’s not something I just hand out like candy either. You have to prove to me you are worthy of that trust. Once you're in you're gold but you have to earn it first. He knows how trusting Lucy is and he doesn't want her to get burned by this person. This is his way of watching her back and trying to protect her from a potential disaster. Lucy doesn't heed his warning and it shows in her sassy face she gives him above. Lucy is so sure she is the right one in this situation. Like she is humoring him by listening.

They get a report of this idiot trying to use his snake to get out of paying for his car repairs. He pulls it out as a threat and It backfires pretty badly. As he waves the snake it bites him... (Like I said an idiot) I adore Lucy taking command of this situation. Also her heart for any living creature. I’m not a snake girl myself but I do love her taking the snake's side over this guy’s haha

This is our marriage scene of the episode. Tim says EMTs won’t step foot in here till the snake is neutralized. Tim says he’ll flush it out and kill it. Lucy is against this plan and tells Tim he can’t kill it. Their banter in this scene is primo. He is sassy right back asking what are they gonna do? Snuggle it? LOL Lucy ignores his sassy jab as she hops down and decides to do something herself. Tim isn't a fan of this plan since the snake is venomous.

Tim looks very concerned as he watches her. The way he raises his gun ready to destroy this thing if it goes after her. I love his face as she talks to the snake. Calling it by it's name, telling it she isn't going to hurt it haha He is wondering what she’s going to do with this thing. Then is impressed af when she traps the snake in a tire. What a bad ass moment for her. Snake whisperer can now go on her list of skills on the job ha Lucy proudly walks back to him with the best reply ‘Not his fault his owner is an idiot.' LOL I love this.

Valerie catches Lucy on the way out for the night. Claims she got her story about a Murphy scam. Rich men hiring sex workers then the sex worker has a partner. They rob and steal from them. The victim can’t report the crime without copping to their own. Says she came by to thank Lucy with a drink. (Mmhmm....)

Lucy is hesitant and says she shouldn’t…. You know that cop gut of hers is telling her it's wrong. Valerie asks 'Is it cause Tim wouldn't approve?' Lucy looks behind her like she can sense Tim’s disapproval from afar. Valarie sweetens the pot telling her she can be her inside person. Lucy concedes and decides to go. This can only end badly Lucy….

They make it to the hotel and Lucy quickly realizes they’re not there for a just a drink. Valerie has tracked one of the women who’s been scamming these men. Lucy is upset and feels betrayed. Says she can’t arrest people on her own. She’s a rookie. Valerie notices the man being scammed is a big time movie producer. Says this will get her a killer story and her a high profile arrest. You can see the regret written all over Lucy’s face.

Lucy tells Valerie she is texting Tim. I love this. She knows she’s in over her head at this point. So she is going to reach for her lifeline. Tells Valerie as such letting her know she could get fired as a rookie. That she needs a senior officer on scene. Also she really needs him to rein this in TBH. This has gotten way out of hand and needs Tim to come help her.

Tim arrives and Lucy thanks him for coming. (Like he wasn’t going to come and bail his girl out.) Doesn’t even have to say I told you so. This entire moment is doing it for him really. Lucy doesn’t fight or deny the hot water she is in. Not even a little. Just says ‘I’m in trouble aren’t I?’ His sexy Mm-hmm will do just fine for her. You know she’s just so relieved he's there to get her out of this. To save her from herself in this moment. The way she looks at him like he is her saving grace. Makes my heart happy. Doesn't even care she is in trouble just relieved he is there. So much said in such a small scene.

He looks sinfully handsome in that denim jacket *oh my lord.* Valerie says she’ll write a story about Tim if he punishes Lucy for this. Lucy panics and tells her not to do that. Tim isn’t phased at all by her intimidation of a story. The cocky way he walks into the room. Takes control of the situation. Says the cup against the wall trick doesn’t work. You know Lucy is rooting him on while he does this. Tim makes a joke about there being an app for that. Valerie believes him cause he walks in so confident and says that so damn smoothly. She can't help but reply 'Really?'

The way he says ‘No’ to her LMAO I'm dying. He is having a little fun in this moment messing with her. I love this man so much. Why is he so damn attractive in this moment? I actually know why ha. He's protecting Lucy and trying to do damage control at the same time. Also by taking control back from Valerie, by putting this situation back in his court. Tim calls in backup to help them if the accomplice even shows up. Tells Valerie she’ll be far away from the action if it comes to that. Not gonna let her get her story after potentially endangering Lucy for it.

The accomplice ends up arriving and Valerie has a ‘See’ look on her face. Thinking she is validated in all she's done to this point. Getting to watch Tim in action and in street clothes? Don’t mind if I do. They’re about to go after the guy when they notice Valerie is missing. She’s gone out on the balcony to get a photo. Clearly back tracking on her 'Killer Story' that'll get her taken seriously for a paparazzi shot instead.

She ends up getting her shot on the balcony but slips and Tim has to rescue her. She is refusing to let go of her phone as she hangs on to the railing. Lucy tells her to let the damn thing go. The guy sees them rescue her and takes off. Tim gets her up and takes off after the guy. Leaving Lucy with Valerie while he does so. This is the last we see of our handsome hero him in this ep sadly. The accomplice ends up getting arrested by a grumpy and tired Lopez in the lobby of the hotel LOL

Lucy’s SL wraps up with Valerie signing her statement. I love Lucy telling her like it is. Letting her know how wrong it was to take advantage like she did. Lucy is inclined to trust people and it bit her in the ass this time. (What he was trying to protect her from.) Unfortunately for her Tim was right on this one. She did have an agenda. Tim didn’t rub it in her face but also didn’t say she wasn’t in trouble for it haha Lucy has a mic drop moment with her. Telling her instead of going for the serious story she sold her on she went for the cheap shot. Gets up and walks away from her. Boom. Once again not a ton to content but still enough goodies ❤️

That wraps up 2x16 for our ship. Thanks as always to you all for your likes/comments and reblogs. Forever appreciate them. Can't believe we're almost done with S2. 6 left to review in this one.

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Side notes- Non Chenford

Always enjoy Nyla’s SL’s. When I first watched this ep wanted her to her back with Donovan. But glad she didn't much better fit with James but we’ll meet him later down the road.

Wopez engagement ❤️ They so cute. I love them. Happy for Angela and Wes.

See you all in 2x17 :)

#Caitlin Rewatches The Rookie #chenford #chenford hiatus #summer rewatch #s2 #2x16 The Overnight #The Rookie 2x16 #waiting for s6 #tim x lucy #lucy x tim #tim bradford #lucy chen #the rookie #otp: doing my job #otp: you know me so well. too well #otp: some things matter more #eric winter #melissa o'neil #tim bradford x lucy chen

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missbunnybunny · 1 year

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Yup, Widow has finally lost it, well, more than what she had already lost. Why, you may ask. Well.....

Ghost: When we're actively gettin' shot at that's your suggestion?

Gaz: Not the time, Widow.

Soap: lass, with all do respect shut the fuck up.

Widow: I was just sayin' cuz i got 6 grenades left.

* 141 wonder why she has that many on her *

Ghost: that changes the story now.

Widow: Good, cuz am about to start some fun. * takes out a grenade*

Soap: Did you rob the armory?!?

Widow: noooo...🤷🏽‍♀️😶 * She DID IN FACT, Rob it. But we not talkin' about that. *

*✨️ Another crime has been added to the list - Reckless bombing or this a war crime? ✨️- we shall see what else she commits *

- daily life of 141 in just a few gifs -

* Soap doing his chaotic routine *

🎵 I woke up in a new Bugattiii...🎵

* Gaz questioning if this is what he signed up for * 🎵They ask you how you are, and you just have to say that you're fine, but you're not fine 🎵

* Ghost being done with this shit, like it's 7 in the morning!*

* Also Ghost *

* Captain Price watching all of this go down. An incident report smells fresh in the air 🫠*

* his thought process *

König:

* Poor könig going through it, so many things happing all a round him And where is Widow ?*

🎵 I wanna goo home, I wanna goo home🎵

* and last but not, it's our favorite girl widow *

Let's see... donde estas ella - where is she.-

* Widow is helping truck-kun isaki?? Girl the fuck 😰? Widow how? she drivin', HELP! we gonna DIE😭.*

* ✨️new crime unlocked : Crimes Against Humanity✨️ *

🎵 Pullin' out the coupe at the lot..

..Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy

I got the mojo deals, we been trappin' like the '80s 🎵

Widows crimes gave no limits. None at all, I have created a menace to society 🤣. May the gods have mercy on us. Cuz Widow sure ain't gonna.

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I think I had way too much fun making this one. Peace out y’all- Author-san

Please like,reblog, or boost this post, THANK YOU!

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lulubunny0 · 1 year

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Eyes of the Soul:

Part two |

Jace X fem/reader

Summary: After y/n had that moment with Jace she felt on edge while around him. She wanted to talk to him but he was avoiding her. Y/n comes to find herself taking care of a very intoxicated Jace.

Warnings: no readers under 16 please, smut, fluff, tension, fighting, blood, cursing, not proofread, strong language, long story, drunk, the use of y/n, none of these characters are mine except for y/n.

A/N: I’m sorry the last one did not have any title, i wrote it all during classes and was so not focused. This one will be done more detailed and a lot longer. This is also a part two from my first fanfic post(should be pinned if not it has a gif of Jace shirtless in a door way).

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After we got home Jace went right back to being a ghost. I couldn’t get his eyes out of my head, and how his hands felt on my waist. “Asshole.” I whispered under my breath alone in my room of the institute. I looked up at the ceiling and closed my eyes but everytime i did I kept seeing that look that I’ve never seen before.

I got up and changed into my training out fit. My black tank top, black spandex shorts, and my black boots. While walking to the training room I took my stele out and started to draw on my wrist the flexibility rune. Walking into the training room I sighed then set my stele down. I put in some ear plugs and set my playlist to shuffle. As I tuned out the world around me, I focused on hitting the punching bag. Swing, “y/n.” Kick, “y/n.” I went to swing again at the bag but felt someone grab my wrist.

I took my ear plugs out and turned to see Jace. “Y/n, thats enough. If you’re gonna train at least do it the right way.” He pulled my shirt up just a bit and brushed his stele over my healing rune. I scoffed and turned away from him. ‘Asshole.’ I thought, ‘You don’t have any right to act like this after being so distant.’ But thats what I’ve always had to take with Jace. Him being completely distant to me but then completely fine with everyone. As if I had done something towards him.

“Could say thank you, you know? Its only polite when someone helps you.” He said sending a steam of anger and frustration through me. I scoffed, “Oh thank you so much. Oh and also thank you so much for actually talking to me for once Jace.”

He crossed his arms at me and starred at me with hurt expression almost. I didn’t mean to be so distasteful toward him but thats all his is to me. He only plays with my head for fun. “What are you talking about?” He stayed where he was as to not be mistaken for the punching bag.

I turned around facing him and stepped closer to him. “Don’t play dumb now. You act as if I don’t exist then play your stupid ‘play with peoples heart’ games. I’m not some girl, I have lived with you here in the institute for five years now. We where like best friends, you, Alec, Izzy, and me where all so close. Then one day you just act as if I did something to make you hate me.”

He stepped toward me while uncrossing his harms. He brushed his hair back with one hand then cleared his throat. “I don’t hate you. I never have.“ “Then why do you act like it?” He went to say something but stopped and tightened his jaw as if he was holding back some truth to his statement. “I understand if you dislike me or hate me but could you at least treat me with respect and not just mess with me when your bored?” I didn’t give him the chance to finish, I picked up my stele and walked back to my room in frustration.

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A knock at my door made me let out a light grown as I was just about to fall asleep. I got up, wearing grey short shorts and a light (your favourite color) sports bra. I opened the door to see Alec holding a what seemed to be a very intoxicated Jace.

“I’m sorry, I know its late but me and Izzy need to run out on a mission on short notice. I was wondering if you could just watch him a bit while we are gone?” Alec seemed in a hurry, even though the last thing I wanted was to baby sit Jace but I owed Alec for the other day. I nodded, Alec helped Jace to my bed and laid him down. “Thanks y/n, if he acts up don’t fee bad for beating him up.” Alec smirked then left closing the door after him.

“Mmm. Why is my bed smell so good.” Jace slurred his speech while turning over and barring his face into my blanket. I sighed walking over to him, “Come on, lets get you at least semi dressed for bed.” I said pulling him over. His eyes met mine and a smile I hadn’t seen in a while came over his face. He grabbed my hands and pulled me onto him. I fell onto his chest with his arms hugging me tightly as to keep me from leaving.

“I know your mad at me but at least I can do this in my dreams.” He mumbled to himself while nuzzling his head into the side of my neck and shoulder. “Jace, this isn’t a dream. Come one lets get these shoes off and get you to bed.” I said while trying to get up. Even though I missed this side of Jace, all soft and nice. He put his arms around my waist and looked up at me as I leaned back.

His eyes had that same look in them as they did the night at the club on top of the car. He leaned up and kissed neck then slowly kissed up my chin to my cheek while tightening his grip on my waist.

My face heated up and turned a light red as he stopped to look into my eyes. He placed on hand on my cheek and smiled. “I hate not being able to tell you the truth y/n. But you’ll want nothing to do with me if you new how I felt.” His speech slurred but I heard every word as if he wasn’t drunk and didn’t think this was a dream.

His face came closer to mine and lightly met his lips to mine. He closed his eyes and kissed me deeper making the melting feeing run through my body. I slowly kissed back before realising he was drunk and not fully conscious. I forced myself to pushed him back. His eyes looked into mine with a begging look as if he wanted more. “Jace, this isn’t a dream you’re just drunk. You don’t mean any of thi-.” Before I could finish he flipped himself and me over.

He pinned me down and started kissing me more forcefully with a feeling of hunger for more. I grabbed onto his shoulder but felt him grab my arms and put them over my head. He broke the kiss panting a bit while looking down at me. I could feel something pressing against my leg. I blushed more as my body was more honest then my words where. “Jace, no, you ca-.” He bit my neck causing me to let out a light wince and gasp. His grip tightened on my wrist while he kissed over where he bit.

“I mean all of this. But am to much of a coward to… tell.. yo-.” He fell beside of me completely out cold. I panted for a second trying to catch my breath. I looked at the ceiling trying to comprehend what just happened. I felt my neck where he but me and got up. I took his shoes and shirt off then put a blanket over him. ‘You asshole.’ I turned off my light and got into bed with him. I got underneath the blanket trying not to wake him. I closed my eyes trying to forget what just happened as I was sure he wouldn’t remember anything he just did in the morning. I exhaled deeply then turned over trying to go to bed.

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“Y/n. You don’t know me, but you will soon. These people will try to take you from me cause they are scared of what is real. Soon you will come to know the true you. I will see you soon, my daughter.” I gasped and sat up fast. I panted a bit while looking around my room. ‘Just a dream.’ I felt something warm beside me and something holding onto my waist. I looked over to see Jace still asleep.

I moved his hand and got up. I put on a jacket and went to the kitchen. I brushed my hands through my hair while remembering everything from last night. If only I would be as lucky as Jace to completely forget it all. Especially since it meant nothing.

I waited for the coffee to finish, I was lost in thought. ‘Why do I feel like this. It’s Jace, of course he’s gorgeous but he doesn’t think of you like that. So why do you think of him like..’ My thoughts where interrupted by Simon shaking me. “Y/n!” I turned to see Simon and smiled. I hugged him and laughed, “Oh my angel! Hey!”

He laughed with me and backed up. “How have you been? Sorry I haven’t been around lately. Me and Clary have been trying to find a rime to visit.” I shook my head and smiled, “No no you guys are fine. Its just good to see you. Is Clary here too?”

He shook his head while grabbing two mugs, “No she went to see her mom in Idris.” My eyes looked over to a tired and hungover Jace. My heart started to beat a bit fast as I then heard Simon shout, “Did someone bite you?!” I felt my heart stop and heard Jace start choking on the orange juice he had started to swallow before hearing such a question.

Simon went to touch my neck but I stepped back and laughed nervously, “What? No, heh, I was just messing around and got bit.” “By a vampire?!?!” I shook my head fast at Simons response, “No no no, I was, uhh.. I was with someone last night.” ‘What did I just say.’

Simons eyes sparkled and smiled teasingly, “Oh? Y/n found herself someone? He’s definitely not a vampire though, right?…” I laughed and poured coffee into my mug and took a sip. “Yeah no, not a vampire. More like a little puppy.” “Oh my god!! A werewo-.” Simon went to shout again from excitement but Jace had slammed the fridge. “Y/n, can I talk to you real quick?”

I followed Jace to the hall and back into my room. I leaned against the wall as he had his back to me. “Why was I in your bed when I woke up.” He said but instead of a question it was more of a demand for an answer. “Alec dropped you off at my room because he needed to leave with Izzy and wanted someone to watch you. I took your shirt off incase you puked on it. Then you fell asleep.” I bit my tongue as I thought of what happened before that all. He turned to me and slowly walked toward me. He tapped his neck, “Then whats that?” I put my hand over the bite mark as I completely forgot I could have just used my healing tune.

“It’s really no big deal Jace. You where just a bit drun-.” He turned around, “Fuck. So it was not a dream.” I hugged myself as I looked away a bit embarrassed for some reason. Scared of what his reaction would be. ‘I was probably just mistook you for another girl.’ ‘Oh ew. God your like a sister.’

“I’m sorry.” Jace said in a low tone. A sentence I had only ever heard him say once. I felt my stomach flutter as hearing him show sympathy instead of anger or discussed made me have, hope?

“No its fine, it was a mista-.” “No. No y/n. It wasn’t.” I was stuck by the wall like a statue from all the sudden truth Jace was saying to me. He turned around and looked at me with those eyes. Those beautiful, mesmerising blue eyes. He slowly stepped closer. I stood still as I looked up at him. “It wasn’t a mistake. Do you know how insane you drive me?” He lost me. Insane I make him? I went to argue but I felt his hand slowly touch my face just like last night. And those eyes look into mine, as if he was looking for a reason to walk away.

He slowly got closer to my lips, “I have never felt something like this for anyone in my life. I have never had such a instinct to take something.” He placed his forehead gently against mine. “I look at you and see what I should be to you, a big brother that watches over you and picks on you. But then something inside me just wants to hid you from every man in this world.”

I couldn’t speak, Jace Wayland, the man who had any women fall to his feet. Is telling me I, y/n, drive him crazy? “No fast come backs?” He teased with a light smirk, ‘theres that cockiness.’ “I never saw you that way. Till that night at the club. Its like you corrupted my mind and you where all I could think about.” I leaned up a bit with my lips just inches from his. “Then, last night, having you kiss me and have you begging for me. I can never see you any other way but as someone that I want.”

Jace took no more time and finally connected our lips. He kissed me gently at first but then started to kiss deeper. I grabbed his hair lightly as I kissed back. I then felt his tongue slip into my mouth and explore my mouth. My legs where starting to give out from under me as they trembled.

Jace slowly picked me up wrapping my legs around his waist. Pressing my back to the wall, not breaking the kiss once. I pulled his hair lightly making him let out a low grunt in between the kiss. He slowly trailed his lips down to my neck and started to kiss and suck all over it.

“Haa.. J-Jace..” I let out light moans, I felt something familiar press against my thigh just like last night. “Shhh, I know. Are you sure you want this?” He said panting lightly while not breaking eye contact.

I nodded my head, “Say it. Or I won’t do anymore.” He said which sent my stomach into butterflies. I then leaned forward and whispered into his ear. “Please fuck me Jace.”

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A/N: AHHHHH I know you where wanting the gooooood stuff buttt, I thought this would be a lovely place to stop for now. Since this story “Eyes Of The Soul” has hope to be more then just a smut, I though I could leave you guys with a little cliff hanger~

Butttt I hope you all are enjoying how the story is going so far. I apologise if there is anything spelled incorrectly, J haven’t had the time to re-read it and make sure everything was perfect. I do promise that part 3 will have a amazing smut scene since I have only been giving you guys a small taste. But I hope you all have a amazing night / day!! Till next time<3.

-|| lulu || / author.

#jace wayland #shadowhunters #jace herondale #jamie campbell bower #y/n fanfic #jace x reader #jace wayland x reader #y/n #part 2 #continuation #more to come #smutty

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twoidiotwriters1 · 3 months

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: This gif is the perfect visual for the chapter I love it. And also happy birthday Nico ig -Danny Words: 2,237 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: '305' -by Shawn Mendes

VII: I'm Gonna Wing It (Famous Lasts Words)

Ara is keeping an eye on the nymphs while Leo gets a makeover from Hazel and Echo. Ara's considering slashing her way through the crowd, which is far easier and faster than what Leo wants to do, when he comes out fully changed.

"We're ready."

"Alright—" Ara covers her mouth to stop herself from laughing. She looks at Leo wide-eyed, unable to play it cool.

"I know," the boy puts welding goggles on, sounding as uncomfortable as he looks. "Would you still love me if I looked like this all the time?"

Ara's voice is muffled by her hand. "I'd have to think about it."

"Awesome," he grumbles. "C'mon..."

Once they reach the pond, Leo starts shouting.

"Leo is the coolest!"

"Leo is the coolest!" Echo repeats.

"Yeah, baby, check me out!"

Ara clears her throat. "Y-Yeah, he's... so cute!"

"Get it together!" Leo whispers grumpily.

"He's so awesome!" She tries again, struggling to keep a straight face. "Look at him!"

"Look at him!" Echo cheers.

"Make way for the king!" Two minutes ago he was acting like he loathed the idea, but right now he doesn't seem to hate it much. "Narcissus is weak!"

"Weak!"

"Leo is the twentieth-century Adonis!" Ara claims.

"No autographs, girls. I know you want some Leo time, but I'm way too cool," he disperses the crowd. "You better just hang around that ugly dweeb Narcissus. He's lame!"

"Lame!" Echo clamors.

"He's sooo boring," Ara sighs.

"What are you talking about?" A nymph scowls.

"You're lame!" Yells another one.

"You know how ugly Narcissus is?" Leo continues. "He's so ugly, when he was born his mama thought he was a backward centaur—with a horse butt for a face."

The group of nymphs gasps in horror. Ara's starting to have fun with the skit, and if there's something invariant about her, is that she loves putting on a show.

"You know why his bow has cobwebs?" Leo counts. "He uses it to hunt for dates, but he can't find one!"

"Leo's the real catch, ladies!" Ara adds a telemarketer tone to her charmspeak, which tends to make it more efficient. "This is your one chance to get him!"

The nymphs start to get antsy, they don't wanna miss out.

"Who are you?" Narcissus frowns, though he's still staring at himself.

"I'm the Super-sized McShizzle, man! I'm Leo Valdez, bad boy supreme. And the ladies love a bad boy."

"Love a bad boy!" Echo squeals.

"Narcissus is a loser! He's so weak, he can't bench-press a Kleenex. He's so lame, when you look up lame on Wikipedia, it's got a picture of Narcissus—only the picture's so ugly, no one ever checks it out."

"What are you talking about?" Narcissus looks up frowning. "I am amazing. Everyone knows this."

"Amazing at pure suck," Leo taunts him. "If I was as suck as you, I'd drown myself. Oh wait, you already did that."

Ara laughs, it's so contagious that the nymphs feel compelled to join her. The whole group of girls giggles and Narcissus looks a little less cool and collected. Ara spent so much time with the nymphs when she was little, that she knows exactly how to turn them against him.

"Narcissus's such a dull guy! Leo is an adventurer, he has a thousand stories to entertain you forever!" There's a choir of ah's, and oh's at this, and she keeps going like reciting a fairytale. "He has a ship the size of this island! Leo knows everything and can build anything! He's a genius!"

Leo's delighted with Ara's description of him, he stares at the girl with a lovesick gaze—though Ara can't see it through his goggles—and forgets he's supposed to be distracting Narcissus too.

"He's the funniest guy you'll ever meet!" Ara continues. "And when he laughs, it's really cute too!"

"Really cute," Echo agrees dreamily, Ara's words getting to her as well.

"He's not great with words, but he's sincere and..." She stares at him, her skin glowing. "He loves with his whole heart. Even if sometimes you're mean for no reason."

"Don't say that," Leo replies in a soft-spoken tone. "You're good."

They lock eyes for a moment, and then she gives a start, remembering they were in the middle of a heist. "So, yeah!" She turns to the nymphs. "Did I mention he has a bronze dragon?"

Leo snaps out of it too. "Wow, honestly, I am so awesome!"

"So awesome!" Echo claps excitedly.

"He is funny," a nymph agrees, touched by Ara's monologue. "And he is interesting."

"And cute, in a scrawny way," another one adds.

"Scrawny? Baby, I invented scrawny. Scrawny is the new sizzling hot. And I GOT the scrawny. Narcissus? He's such a loser even the Underworld didn't want him. He couldn't get the ghost girls to date him."

"Eww," a nymph wrinkles her nose.

"Eww!" Echo repeats enthusiastically.

"Stop!" Narcissus gets up. "This is not right! This person is obviously not awesome, so he must be... He must be tricking us." He looks back to the water. "The bronze mirror is gone! My reflection! Give me back to me!"

"Team Leo!" A nymph shouts randomly.

"I'm the beautiful one!" Narcissus states. "He's stolen my mirror, and I'm going to leave unless we get it back!"

"There!" One fangirl points to Hazel, running as fast as she can while carrying the big chunk of metal.

"Go!" Ara hurries to seize Leo.

"Get it back!" A nymph squeals.

"Yes! The first one who gets that bronze, I will like you almost as much as I like me. I might even kiss you, right after I kiss my reflection!"

The nymphs lost it at that.

"Leo, run!" Ara pushes him forward.

"Kill those demigods!" Narcissus orders. "They are not as cool as me!"

Ara insults him in ancient Greek, gesturing something so rude that some nymphs clutch their imaginary pearls. "Stand back or I'll slash your signed posters!" She threatens them.

Leo and her reach Hazel, and the boy picks up a side of the celestial bronze so they run faster. Ara draws out Almighty and presses on the alpha twice, turning it into a spear that keeps the nymphs at a proper distance.

Arion is nowhere to be seen yet. Hazel hands Leo the chunk of metal and stands next to Ara with her sword in hand, Echo opens her arms protectively in front of Leo, she's got no weapons but looks determined to protect him.

"Echo?" Leo speaks in a voice full of esteem. "You're one brave nymph."

"Brave nymph?" She looks at him over her shoulder.

"I'm proud to have you on Team Leo," the boy tells her. "If we survive this, you should forget Narcissus."

"Forget Narcissus?" She hesitates.

"You're way too good for him."

Ara can't believe Leo is giving a nymph self-love advice. He's not the same boy he was six months ago when she had to constantly hype him up after every little mistake. Maybe that's why he thought Narcissus could change, even after all these centuries. Perhaps that applies to her too.

Arion comes out of nowhere and lifts a cloud of lime around Narcissus and his group of fans, giving them enough time to escape. Ara helps Hazel to get on the horse and then she goes up. Leo pushes the celestial bronze up so the girls can hold it in place.

"I love this horse!" He laughs.

The nymphs collapse, coughing and gagging. Narcissus stumbles around, swinging his bow like trying to hit a piñata. Ara tries to pick up Leo, but he steps back.

"We can't leave Echo!"

"Leave Echo," the nymph replies.

Leo turns to her in disbelief. "Why? You don't think you can still save Narcissus..."

"Save Narcissus," she stated confidently.

Leo tries to argue, but Echo kisses his cheek and then pushes him closer to the horse. Maybe Ara isn't the jealous type after all, 'cause that interaction doesn't bother her in the slightest. Forget the bad boys, Leo is the kind of boy no one takes seriously, but if you give him a chance, he never lets you down, that's what girls truly love.

Maybe that's the reason why they're a good team, because Ara is a troublemaker, and Leo is a troubleshooter.

"Leo, come on!" Hazel urges him.

"Yeah," he swallows, struggling to tear his eyes away from Echo. "Yeah, okay."

Ara pulls him up and he holds onto her waist. She holds the Celestial bronze with one arm while holding onto Hazel with the other, and Arion takes them away.

Leo slips off the horse and Ara jumps off right after. As he struggles to steady the sheet of bronze, the girl grabs his face and plants a kiss on his lips.

"I'd love you even if you looked like this every day," she grins. "I don't think you'd ever have to worry about your looks as long as you keep doing good things like what you tried to do for Echo and Narcissus."

Leo's body lights up like a match and the celestial bronze slips off his grip, but Ara catches it before it slams on the ground. Hazel helps them take the chunk of metal below decks, and they try not to make noise near Jason's room, but as they walk past, they discover he's awake.

"Hi, Ken!" Ara beams. "So happy you're back. You've been in a coma for—"

"Gods of Olympus!" Piper makes a face when she sees Leo. "What happened to you?"

"Long story," he takes off the goggles. "Others back?"

"Not yet."

"Dammit," Leo looks at Jason and smiles. "Hey, man! Glad you're better. I'll be in the engine room."

"Tell the others to take the stuff there once they're back!" Ara tells them, following Leo out of the hall.

They place the sheet of bronze on a table, and unbeknownst to Leo, she stares at him with glossy loving doe-eyes while he starts working. Annabeth and Frank show up soon after looking even messier than them.

"I thought we'd gotten the worst deal," Ara smirks. "Glad to see I was wrong."

"I'll take care of the engine, Ara, see what you can do to fix the shell," Leo focuses on the task, but his tone is warm when he speaks to her.

"Alright," Ara leans closer to kiss his cheek, then notices the lipstick stain Echo left there and moves away smirking. She doesn't wipe it off. "See you in a bit!" She kisses his temple instead.

Ara inspects the deck: the foresail is clearly the priority, so she grabs a tool belt—not as cool as Leo's but still gets the job done—a pair of safety gloves, and pulls down the heavy fabric to fix it.

A few feet away from her, Percy is directing the waters so the nymphs can't get any closer. She knows he'll try to talk to her again, but she's in a better mood now, so she's willing to listen. After half an hour, her brother approaches.

"Need help?"

"Pull that side?" Percy obliges, but Ara can feel him staring. "If you've got something to say, now's the time, Nemo."

"I want to know how it happened..." He says right away. "You and Leo."

Ara glances at him, trying to decode what he means by that. "Like it always happens, I guess. Two people meet, they catch feelings, and date."

"I know how that works," he frowns. "But I don't get it. You weren't interested in dating for so long and then—"

Ara snorts. "I never sworn out of love, you know? I didn't have a reason to be interested in it until now. It's that simple."

"So Leo showed up and that was enough to change your mind?"

"Yeah?" Ara raises a brow. "I fell in love, Percy. It was bound to happen one day. You were all expecting it. In fact, I think some of you were eager to see it happen."

"Not really," he frowns. "I was okay with how things were."

Ara looks away flustered. It's alright when she talks about it with her friends, but to admit her feelings in front of Percy is a whole different thing. She's embarrassed, perhaps even a little humiliated, though she doesn't know why.

"You're sure you're in love?" Percy asks worryingly. "You barely know him—"

"I've been dating him for six months," she scowls, focusing on sewing the fabric. "You and Annabeth dated four months before you went missing, and you never said I love you to each other?"

Percy's body lights up red, but he's blushing a lot. Ara stops what she's doing to look at him.

"You never..." she starts with genuine shock. "Wow. You guys are milking it down for all its worth, huh?"

"That's not the point," Percy dismisses it. "I'd known Annabeth for years, and I have reasons not to trust Leo—"

"Are you kidding me?" Ara finishes the patching up and stands. "You don't even know half of what he's done for me! You, out of all people, should be grateful that he's got my back. But why would you, right? You want me to fail so you can say 'I told you so.'"

Percy makes a face. "You don't know what you're saying."

"Really?" She continues heatedly. "The way you call me 'General' like it's a game, and how I have to ask you more than once to do things because you don't listen to me. Bringing you along, it's only making things harder for me."

"What?" He asks, looking stunned. "No—"

"Just be honest," Ara looks at her brother with frustration. "Do you think I'm weaker than you?"

Percy's speechless. "I... I know you've grown, but you're still—"

"We grew up together, Percy. I got older at the same time as you did, and you keep forgetting that. You also forget that it's been half a year since you last saw me," she starts setting the foresail back in its place. "Don't question my decisions ever again, or I'll make sure you don't forget who's in charge."

Next Chapter –>

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charcubed · 1 year

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Listen. I'm going FUCKING. INSANE. because it seems like almost no one on the internet gives a shit about Shy Baldwin/Reggie Harris from The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, which boggles my mind because like ???? they're in love?????? and their relationship is so compelling??

And what we see of what becomes of Shy's story is so tragic obviously but to me it also hints at potential for him and Reggie to maybe someday get out of showbiz and be together. And from what I can tell, no one in fandom TALKED ABOUT THISSSS when season 4 came out!!! What the fuck!!!!! This is maddening!!!

So. I'm making this post mostly to get this off my chest and as a yell into the void. Because maybe somewhere, someday, someone else will ALSO be searching tumblr to see even a glimpse of content about these 2 exceedingly compelling characters, and I will write this so that I save that person the despair of coming up empty-handed like I am.

I'm also gonna drag other people down with me if anyone who hasn't seen this show happens to be curious enough to read this, so in that vein, I will cover some basics to outline this. Because I want to TALK ABOUT THEM despite most of this being obvious and no one giving a shit, Goddammit!!

(Spoilers or whatever I guess but who cares)

This is Shy Baldwin. He's a singer (clearly) and canonically a Black gay man who (obviously) has to hide his sexuality because this is set in the 60s.

This is Reggie Harris, Shy's manager and longtime best friend.

This is how Reggie introduces himself:

Let me tell you what kind of manager I am, Susie Myerson and Associates. I've been looking after Shy since we were kids tossing rocks in vacant lots. We was running numbers for Stephanie St. Clair before we were ten. When he found his singing, I collected the money, kept him out of trouble, kept people from bumping him. I'll be at his side when he draws his last breath unless I get there first. I would lay down my life for him. That's what's going on here. You hear me?

–3x02, "It's the Sixties, Man!"

In episode 3, they casually sing "Is You Is or Is You Ain’t My Baby" together just for fun.

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INSANE harmonies. And their flirty banter in this whole 1 minute long scene makes me want to eat my own arm.

Anyway... hold those thoughts.

So, Midge Maisel (the titular character) is the opener for Shy on tour with her comedy act in season 3. The show reveals in episode 3x06 that Shy is gay, in a scene where Midge finds him bruised and bleeding because he hooked up with a guy and it went sideways. Shy comes out to her as part of his explanation, and she helps cover up the bruises on his face with makeup so he can get on stage that night.

That leads to him doing a sitting "stool set" with slower songs because his ribs are fucked so he can't stand/dance, and the unsubtle song the show has him sing is "No One Has To Know."

The clip isn't even on Youtube, which is indicative of how much I'm suffering with how under-appreciated Shy's storyline is, but you can listen to the song here or on Spotify.

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No one else can tell I think you're beautiful No one else can tell You're my favorite view Let the world all think what they will I'll wait until they're through 'Cause no one has to know I need you No one but you

^^^ Literally the whole song is like this / about being gay but that's a piece of it.

Shy looks at Reggie as he sings.

Thankfully Tumblr user microclown made several GIFs. Here are two.

KILLL MEEEE

Clearly, obviously, this is deliberately not subtle. Everything telegraphs that Shy is in love with Reggie.

Now, considering wider context of Shy hooking up with a random man etc., one could be forgiven for thinking it's meant to be seen as unrequited love... but I really don't think that's the case. I think there's a delicious undercurrent of angst that ties into how Reggie tells Susie (Midge's manager) at various times throughout the season that their job is to make the hard decisions on behalf of their clients, and Reggie references making hard decisions on Shy's behalf or for Shy, because his job is to do what's best for Shy even at the times Shy doesn't like it. So... are they in love and Reggie tries to keep them from properly being Together to protect Shy? And/or does Shy think his love is unrequited at this point? Lots of room to play there.

So now comes the part that no one's talking about!

More explanation: season 3 ends with Midge being very straight and very white as she does a comedy routine in which she makes way too many cheeky references that out Shy as gay on stage if you know gay-related coding/lingo. There are Reasons why she sort of panics and does this, and the audience loves her jokes, but that is very much Not The Point. She's fired from the rest of the tour as a result–rightfully so.

In season 4, it's announced that Shy is suddenly getting married to his longtime girlfriend and it's totally a publicity stunt 🙃 Midge and Susie are invited to the wedding... but not by Shy; by the team of straight white dude management who stepped in to control Shy's every move in the name of "helping him to stay on the straight and narrow" to keep his career on the rails. Midge's fuck up gave them the opportunity they needed to control him. (Shy and Midge end up reuniting in a bathroom at the reception but we won't be unpacking that conversation and how I disagree with how Midge leaves things between them).

So the suits invite Midge and Susie to the wedding so they can escort them to a side room and have a meeting with them, and they try to pay them off to sign an NDA. (Midge declines for them both, saying she will keep her silence for the sake of Shy, not for the suits.) Come to find out that that management team also forced Shy to pay off / fire his entire band–who were shown to be like family to him throughout the tour in season 3–and also forced him to pay off / fire Reggie.

LOU: Look, he's a good guy, Reggie. I like him. But he's too close with Shy to control him. There's too much history.

...

SUSIE: Reggie got Shy to where he is now. You realize that?

LOU: Reggie's taken care of. Big severance. We threw him some publishing. He's buying a house in Westchester. Everybody's happy.

SUSIE: Oh, I bet. 'Cause when you think Reggie, you think Westchester.

–4x05, "How to Chew Quietly and Influence"

Here's the obvious thing: Shy and Reggie clearly had no choice in this matter.

There's no way in hell that Reggie would have left Shy willingly. Absolutely no Goddamn way in hell. Whether he's in love with him or not, Shy is "his boy" (his words, repeatedly) and he said "I'll be at his side when he draws his last breath unless I get there first." That was his character introduction! Holy shit!

But here's my hot take: I DO think Reggie is in love with Shy, and I do think he intends to keep that promise of being by his side as much as possible. And I'll tell you why.

At the wedding, Shy sings a short excerpt from his new single to his new wife:

Come close to me, baby Cool as the river When you're here in my arms Manhattan's getting dimmer I know it sparkles, too But city lights don't shine as bright as you

Once again the clip is not on Youtube and I am suffering.

There are a few more lines from the song in that episode referencing Paris and Rome (where Shy and Reggie and the band went on tour in season 3...), but it's a piece of a longer song. We thankfully have the song in full, here or on Spotify:

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And in the episode, Shy says on stage that the song was written by Reggie.

"You just heard a little of my new single. And it's a special one because the lyrics were written by my boy Reggie Harris. Which is fitting because that man's been putting words in my mouth since we were kids begging his grandmom to buy us ice cream.

–4x05, "How to Chew Quietly and Influence"

This makes me FUCKING FERAL.

Especially because of the lyrics in the full version of the song... which, as it turns out, is all about giving up fame and the spotlight to be with the one you love.

There are hidden lyrics in the full track that are meant to actually be in between the shortened ones we hear in the episode. The lyrics from the full version that Shy doesn't sing at his wedding are as follows:

I’ve had the spotlight Been bewitched by wealth and fame But I’d give up that hot light Just to hear one special someone Call my name

...

I could search the world over Go as far as a man can roam But nothing I’d see Would mean nothing to me Like the vision of you when I’m coming back home Baby, you are my home

Buildings may rise And reach for the skies They twinkle and flash But they won’t ever last Like the beauty in your eyes

Whatever they may do Those city lights won’t shine as bright as you

Reggie wrote this song for Shy. He literally wrote this song for Shy. Shy says it himself! And Reggie's not in attendance at Shy's publicity stunt wedding because the suits are keeping them apart for now, but he's in Shy's heart, and Shy chooses to sing this song and share that backstory about the lyrics because they're each others' home in secret.

I can't handle it! I can't FUCKING handle it!!!!!

Like are you SERIOUS!!!! And in the episode where the suits say Reggie took his severance pay and went and bought a fancy house? BITCH. If he even actually did that (and didn't just claim he was doing it to fly under the radar), then he bought a house so Shy could one day join him there because ???? "You are my home." Ohhhh myyyy Goddddd ;___; A song about giving up the spotlight to be with the one you love........ I have connected the dots. Just wow.

So yeah I'm literally going insane. I LOVE them. I've been thinking about this for like 2 weeks and no one gives a shit but I love them! They are important to me and every part of their subplot is so compelling and makes me so emotional!

There is fic about all this that's in my brain and outlined in my google docs and if I ever write it I will post it on AO3 for the maybe 2 people who will care someday. But yeah.

WHERE is their spinoff!!!!!!!! Jk I don't want it because I don't trust they'd be handled properly. However, I am manifesting even a crumb of information about them in season 5 because Shy Baldwin is my son and I would like any kind of hint he and Reggie manage to eventually orchestrate their happiness <3

If you actually read this post, thank you so much for indulging me. I had to get this off my chest, okay, I'm losing it.

I love them and they're in love. That is all.

#shy x reggie #shy baldwin #reggie harris #the marvelous mrs. maisel #tmmm #shy/reggie #char writes things #FUCKING. LOOK AT THE MATERIAL. wah 😭

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sarahsmi13s · 1 year

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Lavender Kisses

(not my gif)

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x sarah grant (fem!oc)

characters: jake seresin, sarah grant (fem!oc), paisley seresin, alyssa bradshaw and natasha trace (mentioned), the dagger boys

warnings: fluff, domestic hangman THIS CONTAINS SMUT 18+ MDNI (you’ve been warned), smut contains: pregnant sex, lingerie kink, oral (female recieving), fingering, slight mommy/daddy kink, breeding kink (implied but not explicitly stated), unprotected p in v (don’t be dumb, please), if i missed any please let me know

word count: ~6.5k

a/n: this story is inspired by ‘His Little Girl’ (bradley bradshaw x reader) by the lovely @roosterscockpit ( @milesdickpic ) and characters from this story are mentioned. also, yes, the oc is based on me lol (well a fantasy version lol)

PLEASE READ: this piece is not entirely smut, there is Valentine’s Day fluff in this as well. so if you want to skip over the smut -- that is perfectly fine.

also lightly proof read and there are most likely mistakes

pt 6 in the j and s series

loose summary: sarah and jake celebrate valentine’s day together

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Sarah knocked gently on the guest bedroom door frame.

Paisley looked up from her suitcase, “Hey girl, what’s up?” Sarah smiled and leaned against the door frame, “Nothing really, I was just coming to ask if you and Tyler were doing anything for Valentine’s Day?”

Paisley nodded and continued to pack, “Yeah, he knows I’ve been wanting a new hat. So, he’s planned to take me hat shopping and then we’re going to a nice dinner and then I think he planned a walk in the park.” Sarah nodded and walked in to sit down on the bed. “Do you know what you’re gonna wear?” Paisley shrugged and sat down, “Not really. I want to maybe wear something new, I’ve worn basically the same thing for the past few years.”

Sarah grinned, “Does this call for a Saturday Shopping Trip?” Paisley mirrored her best friend’s expression, “Have we ever needed a reason, my dear?” Sarah stood and pulled her up, “Let’s go!” “Right now?” “No time like the present PT,” she pulled her out of the room.

“What about Jake?” Paisley asked as they touched up their hair and make up. “He’s going to the driving range with the guys today,” Sarah said, swiping on lip gloss. “So he’ll be busy all day.” Paisley nodded and screwed her mascara closed.

They walked out and past where Jake was on the couch, “Woah, hey! Where are you two going?” “Shopping, need something special for Tuesday,” Sarah sent him a wink as she slipped on her shoes. “And Paisley leaves tomorrow, we wanted to have a trip to the mall before she left.”

Jake’s eyes widened and he reached into his pocket.

He pulled out his wallet and grabbed his credit card, “Here, get yourself whatever you want. On me, Sugar.” “Does that go for me too, JT?” “Uh, no,” Jake shook his head, a teasing smirk on his face.

“I’m kiddin’, you two have fun. Babe, send me photos of what you try on,” Jake said, sliding his wallet into his pocket while holding out the card.

Sarah took it and kissed him on the cheek, “Thank you, Love. What time are you gonna be home?” He shrugged, “I’m not sure yet. But when I get an estimate I’ll let you know.” She hummed and kissed his lips, “Have fun. I love you.” He pecked her lips again, “I love you too.”

*********

Paisley and Sarah walked into their last store of the day.

“Okay, last store because I’m certain Jake is going to have a heart attack when sees how much we’ve spent,” Sarah laughed as she looked around the store. Paisley scoffed, looking at a rack of jackets, “He said, ‘get yourself whatever you want. On me, Sugar’.” Sarah laughed at Paisley’s impression of Jake. “Those were his exact words, so he can’t be mad.”

Sarah shook her head, giggling at Paisley as she made her way to the bra and panty section of the store.

She took out her phone and sent a quick text to the group chat she had with Phoenix and Alyssa asking for their opinions.

Then she browsed the section, pulling out four sets to try on.

But to be perfectly honest, she was gonna buy all four regardless of whether or not they would be worn on Valentine’s Day. She’d find an occasion to wear it.

Grabbing the four sets she went up to the desk and asked for a fitting room, getting led to one immediately.

She took a photo of all four hung up and sent them to the group chat. She quickly tried them on, checking how each of them fit. Surprising they all fit her pretty comfortably and she liked how the colors complemented her skin tone.

After she had gotten redressed and hung everything back on their hangers, she looked them over, along with the pictures she took. She put her hands on her hips, “Okay, which one of you would really get Jake’s motor running?”

A knock startled her out of her thoughts.

“Yes?” “I’ve been looking for you.” “Oh sorry Pay,” Sarah gathered up her things and the sets before stepping out, only to find Paisley leaned up against the wall with her arms crossed.

“What were you doing?” Sarah furrowed her brow, “Um, trying on somethings. That is what you do in a fitting room PT.” The blonde pushed off the wall, “Why didn’t you tell me?” “You were looking at something, I didn’t want to interrupt.”

A ding interrupted the conversation.

Sarah pulled her phone out, receiving another message in the process.

“Who’s that?” “Alyssa and Phoenix, I need their opinion on something,” she answered, looking at the text. She sighed, “Damn it.” “What?” “They said two different ones.”

Paisley gestured to herself, “Maybe I can serve as a final opinion?” Sarah laughed, “No, Paisley, I can’t ask you to pick.” She walked out to the floor and towards the register. Paisley followed her.

“C’mon, Sarah! I’m your best friend, you know I’ll be honest with you,” Paisley whined as Sarah put the items on the counter..

Sarah sighed and turned to Paisley, “Okay, best friend.” She grabbed the two options given to her by the other girls, “Which one of these would make your best friend look hotter so your brother would wanna do her?”

Paisley drew back, frowning before sighing, “The lavender one.” “Thank you.”

Sarah paid for the pieces and they both left the mall.

*********

Jake swung his club, rolling his shoulders as he watched the ball fly off.

“So, what’re you guys doing for Valentine’s Day?” Fanboy asked as he sipped his beer.

“Penny, managed to get someone to work the bar on Valentine’s day so I think we’re going to go for a ride,” Mav said as he lined up his shot. “Motorcycle or plane?” Coyote asked as he leaned on his club. “Probably both.”

Payback gestured toward Rooster, “What about you and Alyssa?” “I’m taking her and Leia to the beach for a picnic, and I’m sending something to school for Leia and to work for Lyss.” Jake turned to Bradley, “And you’re not getting me anything for Valentine’s Day?”

Bradley tried not to laugh and opened his mouth to speak but Jake cut him off, faking crying. “I thought we had something special, man.” Rooster rolled his eyes and pushed him, “Oh, shut up.”

“Oh, hey, what are you and Sarah gonna do Tuesday, Bagman?” Bob asked. “Shockingly, we don't have any plans. Since she’s on her feet all day, I don’t know if she’ll want to do much. But I’ve got flowers to send her and I’ve got a few gifts hidden in my night stand.”

Jake swung his club again, turning to the guys, “Honestly, we could play video games and bake cookies for all I care. I just want to spend time with her.”

Mickey grinned, “Awe is Hangman going soft?” “Around Sarah-” “Javy, don’t finish that sentence,” Jake laughed, shaking his head and walking over to sit down and take a break.

He checked his phone and noticed Sarah had sent him a few outfits so he took the time to react and reply to every single one.

******** When Jake got home later noticed both Sarah and Paisley in the living room.

“You girls have fun?” They nodded and Sarah stood up.

She went to her purse and retrieved Jake’s credit card. “Thank you for letting me use your card, Sweetheart.” He smiled and gave her a kiss, “Of course, Darlin’.”

He walked towards the stairs, “I’m gonna take a quick shower and then we can do games and movies.” “Games about movies,” Paisley added in jest. “We do have ‘Blockbuster’ and ‘Movie Movie Game’. I’ve been dying to play those with the squad,” Jake said before he went upstairs.

He got to the bedroom and went to grab some comfy clothes for after his shower and he noticed two bags that Sarah had attempted to hide.

Jake didn’t even try to fight the urge to peek inside, but when he did he noticed the note taped to the bags. “Jake, if you peek at what’s in these bags – you won’t get to see them until I see fit.”

“How would she even know?” He thought before reading on.

“You probably just asked yourself how I would know, because I just will Jake. I’ve got my methods. And even if you don’t believe me – do you really want to take that chance?”

He sighed and decided to wait it out.

*************

Jake’s imagination could only run so far with what could be in those bags, and when Monday rolled around – he had to ask.

He rolled onto his side in the bed, “Baby, I saw the bags in the closet. What’s in them? I’ve been going crazy trying to figure it out.” “Part of your gift, Honey,” Sarah giggled a little, turning to face him.

Jake scrunched his nose, “C’mon, please!” He pulled Sarah closer, “I’ll take just a hint.”

She held his eyes, challenging him just a little.

“Please?”

“Ugh, fine.”

He fist pumped, “Yes!”

Sarah rolled her eyes and got out of bed and went to the closet. “Wait, Sweetheart, I just wanted a hint, you don’t have-” She walked out with a wrapped box. “This is another part of your gift, I meant to give it to you when you got home but I got distracted with dinner.”

Jake sat up, a curious look on his face as he reached out for the box.

He tore off the brown paper and opened the box to reveal three pairs of boxers. He took them out and read what was on them. “I’ve got a heart on for Sarah…” He tilted his head, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to understand the pun. “‘A heart on’? What the he- Oh!”

Jake and Sarah started laughing.

“I love these, I’m wearing them to work tomorrow.” “No! Jake, what if the guys see those?” “That’s the point, Sugar.”

Sarah laughed and shook her head before going to her side of the bed, “That’s also a hint as to what’s in those bags.”

She could tell that even with his back to her, his brows shot up in shock. “So, now that you have wet dream material, can we go to sleep now?” “You’re mean.” “I love you too, Honey.”

***********

For Jake, the next day could not have gone any slower.

But there were things that made it worth the wait:

When he left that morning, his steering wheel had a note taped to it and a flower fell out of the visor. Jake smiled as he twisted the stem between his fingers.

It was a singular Fall Aster. His favorite.

He had the biggest grin on his face when he walked into the hanger. He put the flower in his book to flatten it and help preserve it. which he put in his cockpit next to his photo of her.

When he began to change, Jake did get teased for the underwear, but he didn’t care; he loved them.

“Nice boxers, Bagman,” Fritz had commented. “Thank you, Fritz. Sarah got them for me,” Jake grinned, pulling his flight suit up his legs.

Later that day at lunch, he opened the one Sarah had packed him and found another note.

“Guys! Guys! Guys!” Jake said, excitedly as he waved for them to come closer.

“Wait, did Sarah pack you lunch?” Payback asked. “Of course she did, because she’s fucking awesome,” Jake bragged as he pulled out a note. “And she wrote me a note! I’m the luckiest man on the planet right now!”

Coyote leaned over, “What does it say?”

“Hi, Love! Happy Valentine’s Day! I can’t wait to sit around the house with you! The Minecraft house has been needing renovations, so I hope you’re ready for that. I love you so much! Fly safe- Love Sarah (p.s. you have a nice ass 😙)”

“You guys have a Minecraft house?” Fanboy asked, brow arched in question. “Yes we have a Minecraft house Garcia. You don’t?” “No,” the WSO chuckled. “Well I think that says more about you than it does me.”

Rooster then walks in with his lunch.

“Rooster!!!” Jake shouts. “What?!” “Did Alyssa write you a note too?”

**********

Meanwhile with Sarah, she felt her day went by too fast.

She had woken up that morning to put both the note and flower in Jake’s truck and then the one in his lunch. And then crawled back into bed and pretended she never left it.

Jake brought her breakfast and sat with her as she ate before he went to work.

The day was a fun day in all her classes, except they still needed to practice.

They had cookies and cupcakes, and they played games. It was a day practically designed to go by quickly.

When she came back to her room after seventh grade practice, there were flowers on her desk and a giant stuffed lavender cow in her desk chair.

She giggled and shook her head before going over to her desk. Smiling at the stuffed cow, she moved it and sat it on the floor.

She sat in her desk chair and looked at the flowers on the desk. From a distance she hadn’t noticed that they had a hand drawn cow print design on the petals. There was a card propped up against them.

“Hey Sugar, Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope you like the flowers, and the cow (her name is Vandy, btw). I’m sorry I couldn’t get you a real cow and that the flowers are fake. I will make up for it at home though, I promise. 😉 I love you so much and the little rascals too. Check your fridge, there’s a treat for all of you in there. Forever and Ever, Jake ♥️ (p.s. I can’t stop thinking about tonight, you’ve got me all riled up at work – I hope you’re proud of yourself)”

Sarah smiled and opened her mini-fridge to find a box of chocolate dipped strawberries. “I’m so lucky,” she whispered to herself as she pulled them out.

She quickly took a video of herself doing a happy dance while eating a strawberry to send to Jake.

**********

By the time Jake got home, Sarah had been home for an hour.

He walked up to the front door and unlocked it before going inside.

“Honey, I’m home!” He cheesily sang out, sitting his bag down before going further into the house. “I’m in the living room, Babe!”

Jake smiled and jogged around the corner and into the living room.

Sarah stood up straight from her position in front of the TV where she had turned on the console. “Hi, Sweetheart, how was work?” Jake shrugged, “It was okay. Day drug on if I’m bein’ honest.” “Oh, I’m sorry Baby.” “It’s okay, I’m home with you now, so it’s much better.”

She walked up to him and kissed him, “Well, I’m happy to hear that.” She noticed that only one of his hands found its place on her hip. She stepped back, “What ya got behind your back there, Cowboy?”

Jake smiled and revealed a bouquet of real flowers.

Sarah gasped a little bit, reaching out to gently take them from Jake. “These are beautiful, Jake. You didn’t have to. I loved the cow print ones.” Jake smiled and placed both hands in their rightful places, “I’m glad. But I told you I would make up for the lack of real ones and I’m a man of my word, Darlin’.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again.

“Thank you, Jake,” she whispered against his lips, looking into his eyes. “I love you.” He smiled down at her and kissed her lips before wrapping his arms around her, “I love you too.” “Go get changed, and then we can get started on dinner.”

**********

After eating dinner and playing video games, Sarah and Jake decided to exchange their serious gifts.

They sat criss-cross on the floor with their backs against the couch with a rom-com going on in the background and switched gifts.

“You go first,” Jake said, gesturing to the jewelry box. Sarah untied the ribbon and opened the black velvet box.

Inside was a necklace and a key ring. “Awe, Jake, these are so cute. I love them, thank you!” She leaned forward and kissed him before sitting back. “I take it the key ring is yours?” Jake nodded and pulled both out.

He slotted the heart charm into the heart-shaped hole, “See, it fits perfectly. Completely fills the gap.” He looked down at her, his green eyes gentle and full of love, “Just like you and me.” Sarah smiled and looked up at him, her brown eyes warm and full of adoration for the man next to her. “You’re a dork.” “Eh,” he shrugged. “I’m your dork, though.”

She rolled her eyes and sat her gift on the table, “Open yours now.”

Jake smiled and opened the box, finding two necklaces. “So, whose is whose?” Sarah shrugged, “I wanted you to pick. I’m okay with either.” Jake nodded, “Okay, I think, you should have the key. I know guys traditionally have the key, but I was a pretty tough nut to crack in the beginning; you deserve it.”

He closed the box and sat it next hers on the table. “Thank you Sugar,” he kissed her temple and pulled her into his lap.

He wrapped his arms loosely around her as she relaxed onto his chest, her head falling into the space between his neck and shoulder.

Sarah inhaled through her nose, smelling Jake’s cologne. She hummed to herself and placed a few kisses on Jake’s neck.

Jake took a sharp inhale when her lips met his skin and his arms tightened around her. He felt her smile against his neck as she continued to kiss it.

She kissed whatever skin she could find, pulling breathy noises from Jake. “You like that Jake?” He nodded, “Mmhhmm~” She found his sweet spot and felt him tense under her. She gave that spot extra attention while planting her knees into the carpet and grinding down against him.

“Fuck, Sweetheart,” his hips jutted up and his breath was shaking. He moved one hand to the back of her neck and pulled her into a heated kiss.

Sarah was whimpering into his mouth, pulling back to catch her breath. Jake began kissing her neck, his hands moving underneath her sweatshirt. His hands roamed her skin as his lips trailed all over her neck. “Are you ready for your surprise?” She asked, instinctively rolling her hips.

Jake groaned against her neck, “Hell yes.”

She got up and helped him up, dragged him by his hand to the stairs.

He was kissing her up the steps, pressing her against the wall a few times and kissing her senseless.

“Baby, the more stops we take, the less time we have for the surprise,” Sarah giggled, head tilted to the side as Jake peppered her neck with kisses. “I mean we can always just do it against the wall. Go at it like animals.”

She moaned, “Holy shit, Jake.” She thread her fingers into the hair at the top of his head and pulled him away. “Do you want to see the lingerie or not?” Jake dropped his forehead against hers. “God, yes, please.”

Sarah smirked, “I thought so.”

She grabbed Jake’s hand and pulled him the next few feet to the bedroom.

When he closed the door, she turned to him and pulled his shirt over his head. “You’re fucking perfect,” she said, running her fingertips over his abs before palming him through his sweatpants.

Jake moaned lightly, jaw clenching as his hands twitched. “Please, Sugar~” “Get undressed down to your boxers and sit on the bed.” She pecked his lips before going to the ensuite bathroom.

“Yes, ma’am,” he did as told and waited patiently.

Sarah changed into the lavender piece, quickly touched up her make-up and fluffed her hair a bit before walking back into the room.

Jake’s eyes lifted the moment he heard the bathroom door open. He moved to get up but she held a hand out to keep him seated.

She walked up to him, tilting his chin up more with her finger, “What do you think, Love?” Jake gulped and his eyes dilated more. “Can I touch you?”

Sarah glanced down to see his fists knotted in the sheets, “Thank you for asking Baby. Yes, you can touch.”

Jake’s hands cupped the back of her knees before trailing up the backs of her thighs. “You look gorgeous in this color, Sarah.” He gave her butt a little squeeze before moving to the front of her body. “Thank you, Jake.”

He gripped her hips, fingers lacing in the straps there. “I wanna rip this off of you, but I need to see you in this again.”

His voice had significantly lowered and became slightly raspy.

Jake began placing kisses all over her stomach, moving up to kiss where the tops of her breasts were exposed. His hands had followed and cupped her chest.

He pulled her down to straddle him, making her gasp as her clothed center pressed against his cock. “Fuck, Jake.” He groaned against her neck, the desperate tone of the two words going right to his dick.

Jake’s right hand found its way between her thighs, giving her feather light touches. “Is it my turn, Sugar?” “Yes, Jake, please,” she whined, hips jerking slightly at the graze of his fingertips.

He quickly reached behind her and unclasped the bra, standing only to turn and lay her against the pillows. He pulled her bra off and tossed it behind him.

Jake sat back on his heels and looked at her, taking in everything. From the way her hair fanned out around her, and the glow of her skin in the lamp light. All the way to the baby bump he loved to see.

“You’re such a pretty mama, Darlin’,” he gruffed out as he reached forward and ran his knuckle along the side of her face. He smirked when her eyes closed and she inhaled shakily, “You like it when I call you that don’t you, pretty mama?” She nodded, rolling her hips slightly toward him and whimpering a little.

Jake smiled and ran his hands over her legs, spreading her knees to make room for himself.

He shifted forward to press his clothed crotch against hers. “Jake, don’t tease, please. I need you,” Sarah begged, her knees trying to close around his hips while she shifted her own hips to create friction.

“And you’ll have me Sugar, I just need to make sure you’re ready.”

Jake’s fingers danced up her sides before cupping her tits, enjoying the weight of them in his large hands. “Sweet Jesus, are they bigger than they were last time?” Jake groaned out, grinding his cock against he cunt.

He dipped his head to give proper attention to each breast. He kissed, massaged; nipped, licked. Her chest was his canvas and he loved seeing her in purple; marking her chest with his lips to create purple dots.

Beneath him, Sarah was gasping and humming with pleasure. She held his head and her arm wrapped around his shoulders. “Fuck, Jake~” She was grinding her clothed pussy against the hardness pressed against her, searching for any relief.

“I know ~fuck~ I know, Princess.” Jake’s hips rutted against her, craving the stimulation himself. “Jake, I need something, anything.”

He kissed down her torso, his fingers lacing in the bands of her panties.

As he pulled them down, he planted kisses on her legs – making sure to give the plane and hourglass tattoos on her thigh attention when he came back up.

Jake got comfortable on his stomach and her legs naturally fit over his shoulders. He made eye contact with Sarah as he flattened his tongue against her slit. “Oh shit~” Her right hand gripped at his hair and tugged a little, instructing him to move.

Slowly, he licked a fat stripe up her cunt and made eye contact as he re-positioned to do it again.

He repeated the action a few more times before she started to twitch. “Okay, I’ll give you more. You want my fingers Sweetheart?” “Yes, fuck yes~”

He smirked against her pussy before pressing his middle and index fingers against her lips for her to take into her mouth. When she did, he sucked her clit in between his lips and felt her moan around his digits.

She worked faster to prep his fingers, but when Jake’s mouth moved to her entrance and his tongue circled the area, her mouth fell open and he brought the digits down to her clit.

He rubbed slow, feather light circles around her clit as he dipped his tongue in and out of her.

Sarah's grip on his hair tightened as her breathing quickened and short, delicate moans slipped past her lips. He groaned as she tugged, sending delicious vibrations through her nervous system. “Jake, oh my- fuck, Baby.”

Then he switched; moving his mouth back to her clit and his fingers to her entrance, spreading the mixture of slick and spit before pressing his middle finger past the threshold.

“Fuck, you’re tight, baby,” he huffed out, blowing cold air against her cunt. “I gotta warm you up. Just relax for me okay?” He curled his finger, pressing perfectly against her walls. “There you go, Sweetheart.”

“Jake, please,” she didn’t even need to say it. He knew she needed his mouth again, the subtle push of his head was only confirmation. He dove back in, creating a vortex around her clit as his finger curled up.

The moan it drew was throaty, almost surprised, and it made Jake grind his hips down into the mattress.

With her chest heaving, Sarah needed to ask for more; she wanted more. “More please, Jake I need more.” He pulled back, looking up into her eyes, “You think you can handle more?” She nodded, words leaving her and coming out as a high-pitched whine. “Okay, I’ll give you more, pretty mama.”

He pulled his finger out, spitting on her pussy before adding the other and scissoring them slowly as he worked his way in.

Sarah could feel her walls flutter as she accommodated the stretch of the two digits. “Oh my God~” Jake smirked, curling his fingers and making her back arch as she tugged his hair. He repeated the motion while lapping at her pussy.

He felt the grip on his hair disappear and her hips buck against his face. He looked up at her and he wished he had a camera. Her head was thrown back, desperate pants and moans falling from her lips, her eyes squeezed shut. The hand that was in his hair had found purchase on the headboard and the other was twisted in the comforter. She was right there and he wasn’t gonna leave her hanging.

Jake twisted and curled his fingers, alternating how his tongue worked her bundle of nerves. He could hear her moans get louder and closer together.

But then they were muffled and he looked up at her face, seeing that she had covered her mouth. He brought his free hand up and tapped her elbow to get her attention.

She looked down at him and he turned his palm up for her to hold. She grabbed his hand and he gave it a small squeeze.

“Come on pretty mama, cum on my face. Don’t be shy about it,” he grunted out before going back to his ministrations.

“Fuuuuck~ Jake don’t stop,” she moaned out, her left hand pulled at the sheets and her legs tightened around Jake’s head.

It didn’t take long after that for Jake to feel the pull against his fingers and the pulsing of her cunt as she came. “Oh fuck~ hooooly shit!”

He worked her through her first climax and slowed down as he pulled back. He removed his fingers and licked them clean, groaning at the taste of her.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get over how good you taste, Sugar.”

Sarah giggled, still in her post-orgasm high. She brought her left up to caress his face. Jake takes the hand and plants kisses on her palm before kissing her ring. “Come here, Baby,” she cooed and beckoned him closer.

Jake grinned and moved up to her lips, kissing her sweetly as he pressed their conjoined hands into the pillow.

His free hand buried itself in her hair as the kiss turned hungry and desperate. Her free hand drug down his torso, nails gently scratching over his abs. She made it to his boxers, slippy beneath the band to stroke him.

Hissing against her lips, his hips involuntarily jerk forward. “Fuck, Sarah~” His head fell to rest on her shoulder as he moved in time with her strokes. “That’s it – holy shit~”

His nose was pressed into the soft point below her jaw, inhaling her perfume. He whimpered as her thumb ran over his tip, spreading the precum that had beaded there. She pressed a kiss to his temple, whispering in his ear, “Mama needs your cock Jake.”

The growl he let out was both desperate and primal. “Fuck, Sweetheart,” he pulled back, hips still rocking against her palm. “Is that what you need, sweet girl? Daddy’s cock?” “Yes, I need it, please,” she begged, craning her neck up to kiss him.

She removed her hand and snapped the band of his underwear against his Adonis belt. “These are in the way.” Jake chuckled against her lips and pulled away to remove the offending article.

He came back and positioned himself at her entrance, bracing himself on his hand. “You ready, Princess?” “Just fuck me, Jake.”

He chuckled and slowly pushed into her. Sarah’s eyes screwed shut as he stretched her pussy and she wrapped her arms around him.

“Jake, fuck, you’re so- oh my God~” Sarah moaned out. “You’re doing great, Honey,” he praised, shifting to brace himself on both forearms.

When he bottomed out, both of them were breathing shallowly. “Fuck, you feel so good.” Jake gave her a second to get comfortable.

He felt her walls flutter before they relaxed. Her breath shuttered against his neck as she spoke, “Move, please.”

Jake started out slow, pulling out halfway at first before pulling all the way out.

He did that a few times before she started to move with him. That usually meant she needed him to speed up. So, he did.

His lips met hers as he picked up the pace, catching the moans that spilled from her lips.

Sarah hooked a leg over his hip as she buried a hand in the short hair on the back of his head. “Fuck, Jake!” She cried out when he angled his hips up, hitting her g-spot just right.

Jake was pressing kisses all over her neck and face as he thrust in and out of her. His words were incoherent, being so lost in the feeling of his fiancé wrapped around him. But that doesn’t mean he was quiet.

With each roll of his hips, each clench of her cunt and drag of her nails, he was panting and moaning.

He pulled away to watch Sarah as he fucked her. Her tits were bouncing in rhythm with his thrusts and her back arched when he hit those special spots inside of her.

“Holy shit~” He ran a hand through his hair before cupping her jaw.

Sarah made eye contact with him as she wrapped her tongue around his thumb and closed her lips around it. “Oh fuck, Sugar.” After a moment she released it and he brought it down to rub her clit.

Jake watched her face twist in pleasure, “Oh, fuck Jake, I’m gonna cum.” “I can feel ya squeezin’ me Darlin’. Let go when you’re ready, I’ll catch you,” he encouraged, pushing one of her legs up to adjust the angle.

Sarah took the hint and grabbed the back of both of her knees. “Oooooh, that’s it Sweetheart,” he groaned out, rubbing faster circles around her clit.

He got an idea and removed his thumb from her clit, stopping the movement of his hips. “Jaake,” she whined, her hands slipping from her knees in frustration. “Hold on, sweet girl,” he cooed as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up into his lap.

She moaned at the change in position, arms wrapping around his shoulders and her head falling into the space between his neck and shoulder. “Jake, oh my God.” He chuckled and held her head against his shoulder before he started thrusting again.

“Fuck, that feels so good. Don’t stop,” she moaned out, arms tightening around him. He smirked cockily, spreading his knees a little further and he thrusted up a little harder. She yelped and bit down on his shoulder, in a futile attempt to quiet herself.

Jake grunted, threading his fingers in her hair and pulling her head up. “No, let me hear you. Let Daddy hear you.” He pressed her forehead against his. “Fuck, Daddy, I’m gonna cum. Please don’t stop.” Jake nearly whimpered but he stopped it from escaping by pressing his lips on hers.

Sarah started to meet his thrusts again, grinding down against him. “I’m so close.” “Let go for me, come on Sweetheart.” He sped up slightly and increased his power.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck, Jaaake~,” her entire body tensed as she panted against Jake’s lips.

It took everything in Jake not to cum right then as she looked him in the eye when she reached her peak.

He gently laid her on her back, gradually slowing the movement of his hips until he stopped completely but staying buried deep inside of her.

“Ride me?” Jake asked breathlessly. “Gimme a minute,” she responded, even more breathless. He chuckled and held his weight off her. “Okay, roll over.” Jake maneuvered onto his back, trying his best to stay inside her, and held her against his chest for a second.

When she caught her breath, Sarah circled her hips and he let her go.

She sat up and started to rock, lifting her hips up and sinking back down. “Fuck,” she panted out, her hands bracing themselves on Jake’s chest. His hands came to her hips to help her keep a rhythm. She pressed her knees into the mattress and started bouncing.

“That’s it, pretty girl, ride it like you own it.” Sarah smirked and leaned down next to his ear, “I do own it. This cock is mine.” Jake grunted as his hips canted up to meet hers, “Holy shit, Sarah~”

She propped herself on his chest again and Jake brought his head up to close his lips around her nipple. “Oh shiiiit.” His hand came up to give attention to the other breast, before he switched.

His thrust became erratic and sloppy, signaling he was close; but she started to slow down, her legs shaking with the exertion. “Fuck, Baby, I-I can’t-” He pressed a kiss to her lips, “Shhh, it’s okay. I got you.”

He flipped her back onto her back and picked his paced up.

“Fuck, I’m so close Sweetheart. Are you with me?” She nodded, tears brimming her eyes as she reached overstimulation.

Jake wrapped his arms around her, holding her as close as possible as he reached his climax.

“Ooooooh my God, fuuuck, hooooly fuck~” He buried his face into her neck as his entire body shook along with hers.

Feeling Jake’s cum coat her walls, sent Sarah over the edge for the third time. She could only wrap herself tighter around him as she shook and came with a weak cry.

****

It took a few minutes before both could make coherent thoughts again.

Jake swallowed and pulled out slowly, hissing when his soaked dick met the chilled air. He fell onto his side, pulling Sarah close to his side.

“I love pregnancy sex,” she muttered, still slightly in a post-orgasmic haze. Jake snorted slightly, kissing the top of her head, “Me too, Sugar, me too.”

It was silent for a moment, then light snores filled Jake's ears.

He nudged her awake, “Hey, no, we need to get you cleaned up and change the sheets.” She grumbled in protest before sighing in compliance, “Fine.”

Jake got up and went to the bathroom and turned on the bath, adjusting the temp before walking back out to see Sarah shoving the pillows off the bed. “What are you doing?” “You don’t need to change the pillow cases, just the comforter and the sheets.” She wadded up the comforter, looking at the fitted sheet, “Actually, just the comforter. We can change the sheets tomorrow.” Jake shook his head and laughed before scooping her into his arms, “Whatever you say.”

He had sat her on the toilet before plugging the drain and letting it fill up.

As it filled up, he grabbed a rag and got it damp to gently wipe her clean before doing the same to himself.

Once it was full, he put bubbles in it and some salts. He stirred them in with his hands.

“Alright, pretty mama, your bath is ready,” he helped her into the bath and then tied her hair up. “Are you okay? Is the temp okay?” She nodded, rubbing at her eyes with the backs of her wrists. “I know you’re sleepy, but this will help you feel better in the morning. I promise, once the water is cold, we’ll go right to bed,” he kissed her cheek before standing.

She pouted, “Are you not staying?” “I’ll be right back. I need to make the bed. I’ll leave the door open.” She still pouted but nodded and rested her arms and head on the edge of the tub.

It took Jake no more than 7 minutes to come back and settle in behind her in the tub. “Alright, c’mere,” he fondly said, pulling her to his chest. She hummed and relaxed back against him.

They sat in a comfortable silence, Jake caressing Sarah’s bump under the water. “I love you so much. Happy Valentine’s Day, Sarah,” he kissed her forehead. She hummed, tilting up to kiss his jaw, “I love you too. Happy Valentine’s Day, Jake.”

When the water started to chill, Jake helped her out of the bath and toweled them both off.

He carried her into the bedroom and slid a fresh pair of boxers up her legs and one of his old shirts over her head and tucked her in before he got dressed.

Once Jake also had a fresh pair of boxers on, he slid into bed next to her and wrapped her in his arms. “Goodnight, Baby. I love you,” Sarah pecked his lips, humming in sleepy amusement as he chased her when she pulled away. “I love you too, forever and ever. Goodnight, Honey.”

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thank you for being here!

i hope this was enjoyable, both the fluff and the smut. next up is the twins’ gender reveal!!! what you think the twins are gonna be?

I do have a pinterest board set up for this, just to help me get into the vibe (one is to help with future parts, one is only for the current parts)

if you want to check it out and get more of a feel for the dynamic going on---- you can click right ---> here

like mentioned in the last one, feedback is greatly appreciated!

and my asks are open, feel free to request what you would like to see next while i’m working on the next part!

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thank you my lovelies <33

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yesloulou · 1 year

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Hey! I love your gifs and also the fics you share!! Do you have any favourite writers? In particular who post on tumblr, I’ve never really liked using ao3 :( thanks for all your amazing gifs and edits and for keeping us fed even when daniels not driving!!! ❤️ (p.s. my app crashed in the middle of writing this once already so I hope it didn’t send half written lol)

anon you're so sweet ahhh ty for this ask 😵‍💫

tell you the truth it's always strange (in a good way ofc!! but still strange) for me to get compliments for making gifs bc like, im literally doing something so fun? it just didn't (still kinda doesn't) make sense to me that I get all these kind and wonderful compliments simply for some random leisure activity that i LIKE to do... but then I started to realize maybe life doesn't like, need to be hard, you don't always need to like suck it up in order to produce something of value. you can enjoy what you do and still contribute to something. this realization (and watching our blorbos doing what they love in their vroom vrooms every week) inspired me to finally quit what used to be my dream job last week. i am now enjoying my time off to figure out my next step literally like mr daniel ricciardo lmao. grad school me would've thought this was batshit insane but again like daniel im in a very good place rn and i want to thank everybody here for this 🥹 your girl is no longer suffering for money and she's decided never to do that ever again. she's free 💖

soz this is literally not what your ask was about but since you've decided to like my stuff this is what's also gonna come with im so sorry 😚

ok cool now onto the fun stuff! there are so so SO many talented ppl here, every writer i've ever reblogged from i recommend them wholeheartedly!! since you liked my fic recs i'll assume we're into similar tropes and characterizations sooo in terms of personal favs here are my fav writers in alphabetical order

@mysticalbreadcollective just know i got myself an ao3 account bc this bread story became registered users only. here is their fic tag annnnd also this perfect one shot on tumblr <3

@officialmood ik you said you don't like using ao3 but believe me you will want to read everything she writes ie time traveller max and SCWC and many many more. SCWC actually prompted the most unhinged fic rec i've ever made (it was on anon at first soo)

@powerful-owl em's fic tag aka what i call how on earth am i reading these for free. her ao3 where the hunger game au resides which has been described as "like it's laced w drugs or something"

@toastandvegemite ok buckle up

almost fic tag (every time i go in there i feel like im visiting disneyland eataly anthropologie and my fav club all rolled into one) (the way the phrase 'almost fic' actually gives me mood boosts now bc that's what she tags her writings with)

nav

ao3

and very importantly hybrid au (where daniel is a quokka hybrid) (which may or may not get written) (but there is fan art already somehow)

again ty for this lovely ask i'd like to know about your fav writers too let's stay in touch!!

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scarthefangirl · 2 years

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Faith ~ (Insanity Part 3)

Wanda Maximoff x daughter!reader | platonic!america x reader

Description: Y/N is certain her mother isn't dead, its just a matter of finding her. But with the help of America, that should be easy.

Warnings: slight angst, some fluff between America and Y/N,

Story type: series

A/N: Here is my taglist!! I do not do series taglist at the moment, (I guess you could beg and maybe I would do them but its complicated and I woulld rather not) so you have to join the general taglists.

Masterlist

1, 2, 3, 4? (should I do a part 4?)

*GIF not mine, credit to owner*

Y/N had gone back to bed, wanting to sleep at least a little before she left in search of her mother. When she awoke the next morning she was in the middle of eating her pancakes when America came skipping in.

"Morning!" America smiles brightly at Y/N.

"Good morning. Did you sleep alright?"

"Yes! Its easier to sleep when you aren't getting chased." America laughs as she grabs a plate of pancakes for herself. She sits next to Y/N and opens the kid of the syrup with a pop. She then drowns her pancakes in the sticky liquid.

Y/N has been planning it out in her head and she thinks she has a plan. She is going to ask America to join her, even though Wanda tried to murder America.

"Can I ask you a question, Chavez?" Y/N says after gulping down a mouthful of her breakfast. America nods, curious of what her new friend will ask her.

"I am going to go find my mother. I want you to come with me. You don't have to, but I was just wondering. I know my mom tried to kill you but I promise, she is just lost. She has nothing left but me. I want her to see you and know that you forgive her. Unless you don't, which is fine I would understand." Y/N feels a lump in her throat and she swallows down tears.

A long silence overtakes the room and Y/N can only imagine what America will say. She feels her heart throbbing in her chest, it pounds so hard Y/N fears it may fly out of her chest.

"Sure." The girl says. "Maybe we'll have some fun along the way!!" She smiles, wanting to cheer up the Maximoff across the table. Y/N nods, still sad. Y/N can't help worrying that her mother is dead. America can tell that Y/N is on the verge of tears and she decides to lighten the mood. "Hey Y/N, knock knock?"

"who's there?"

"Boo." America says, trying to contain her laughter.

"Boo who?" Y/N cracks a grin.

"Don't cry, its just a joke." America then bursts into a fit of giggles at her awful attempt at humor. Y/N can't help but laugh too, thankful to have made such a good friend.

"Okay so all we have to do is find Wanda." America smiles awkwardly. Y/N nods, knowing this will be a difficult task.They had packed and were standing outside the sanctum. Dr Strange hadn't been to keen on the idea of them leaving, but who cares what he thinks?

"Well last we saw, she destroyed the throne thingy. So now that she is presumed dead she probably wants to go somewhere closed off and secluded. She probably didn't travel to far, its only been one night." Y/N states her thoughts out loud. America nods, rummaging through her bag for something. She finally pulls something out, a photograph. It has a picture of her and two females on it. She takes a long look at the photo before looking up at Y/N.

"We have to find Wanda. I don't want you to feel the pain I do."

"America, I'm really sorry about your mothers. Strange told me, and I'm not gonna tell you all the basic 'its not your fault' crap, I just want to say that I hope you fins them and they would be really proud of the wonderful woman you have become." Y/N tries to find the words to say to her new friend, not sure what she needs to hear. Just then, America's eyes swell with tears and she wraps her arms tightly around Y/N.

"I just need a hug." She whimpers.

The two girls had been searching the land for 2 days now and it was beginning to feel hopeless.

"America, I don't think we're ever gonna find her." Y/N sighs. They hadn't had a good nights rest or a good meal in what feels like ages, even though its only been a couple days, and Y/N needs to sleep. She doesn't want to give up on her mom but their going to have to figure out some better arrangements.

"Don't say that! We're going to find her, just have faith." America pleads with her friend. They had grown close over just two days.

Two days turned to two weeks, and two to four. After a month of searching they come across a cave. It isn't anything out of the ordinary, just a hole in in a mountain. But Y/N notices little red specks flying in a line, you would have to squint and look really hard to find them but somehow they were just apparent to Y/N.

"Don't go closer, my moms in there." Y/N says, cautiously examining what appears to be a force field. America finally sees the little flickering red magic and takes a step back.

"Wanda! Wanda! Please take down your magic! Wanda!" America shouts, while it is a little pointless it seems like the best option they have right now. Y/N hadn't ever imagined she would be going on searches like this and worrying about the fate of her mother like this. It all seems so surreal. Wanda was always Y/N's protector, she ahs so much love for Y/N and Y/N loved her. Now it seems crazy yo think of all the pain that Wanda caused, but what's more crazy is the pain that Wanda feels. Thanks to having faith and the help of America, they might have finally done it. Finally found Wanda.

"Mom! Its me! Its me mom! Mom! Wanda! Wanda! Mom!" Y/N calls into the lifeless void. After a few minutes of yelling Y/N decides to risk it. She begins to walk through the boundary, having to push herself through with a lot of force. Right before she pulls her head through, she calls out to America. "Stay there I'll come back for you."

And just like that Y/N was off to see her mother.

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fulfillingbineeds · 4 months

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"Right, so hang on. So he's going to go back in time. He's going to fall in love with Alisha. Then she dies, and they're gonna be stuck doing it over and over and over again for all of eternity?"

"I think it's dead romantic."

"I Think It's Dead Romantic." Simon/Alisha Mixtape

Starcrossed Lovers - Siouxsie and the Banshees

Denial - Sugababes

Shadowplay - Joy Divison

Dance With Me - Estelle

Time is Running Out - Muse

Shiver - Natalie Imbruglia

Falling Away with You - Muse

Here With Me - Dido

Chasing Pavements - Adele

Thinking Of You - Katy Perry

These Things Take Time - The Smiths

There She Goes - The La's

Freak Like Me - Sugababes

Yellow - Coldplay

All I Need - Radiohead

Obsession - MARINA

Lovesong - The Cure

Butterflies and Hurricanes - Muse

Born To Die - Lana Del Rey

Runtime: Approximately 72 Minutes

I decided to make a Simon/Alisha mixtape last night, and I managed to get it done fairly quickly. It is truly the first time I've ever done something like this. I'm not one to make playlists, especially ones that are organized in a purposeful order. Normally I just throw all the songs in randomly and listen on shuffle. (Yes, I'm sorry, I only listen to music via my Spotify liked songs on shuffle. I'm that type of gal.)

It was a fun experiment doing this. I had to search for a good chunk of the songs. My specific goal for this was to have songs the characters would actually listen to and describe how they feel/experience situations. And to have all the songs released before or during 2011. (When season 3/Simon & Alisha's story ended.)

I already knew the genres that Simon likes. (It's stated in canon on the show and canon media outside of the show.) Alisha was harder, as her music taste isn't stated in canon so I took a guess.

So this mixtape is a blend of Alt. Rock, Post-Punk, Pop and R&B.

The mixtape progresses from the start of Alisha and Superhoodies' first meeting all the way to Simon going back in time. Along with a prelude song (Starcrossed Lovers by Siouxsie and the Banshees) and a conclusion song (Born To Die by Lana Del Rey) (I couldn't help myself, especially after seeing this gif set edit.)

There are 3 songs from Muse's 2003 Absolution on here, and it's the main reason I did this mixtape. They're such Simon/Superhoodie songs. I'm convinced that they were used as inspiration in writing the superhoodie arc, lmao.

Why I added Sugababes' Freak Like Me is meant to represent Alisha coming to understand Simon's Simoness and embracing her own oddities. And the fact the lyrics and vocals on the song scream Alisha while the music and rhythm scream Simon. (It's actually a sample of Tubeway Army's Are 'Friends' Electric?- One of my go-to Simon songs, and it's on my Simon playlist.)

I feel like there might be a few filler songs that didn't necessarily need to be added, but I liked the vibe, so that's why.

And ask away about any other detail on why I added what songs if you want. (Shoot it in my asks, please, and thanks)

Also, sorry for how blurry the text is in the one photo. I wasn't able to fit all the songs in a larger font on it, so it looks a bit crappy. Amature graphic designer here :D

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bourbon-ontherocks · 7 months

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I just finished watching l'Art du crime and I have THOUGHTS, so many thoughts...

Season 1 -> fun fun fun!!! Juge Roban my beloved!! 🥰 Doudou origin story!! I laughed SO HARD

Season 2 -> Less fun but still good, bonus point for the sixth sense vibes and the Entrapment reenact. HOW DARE YOU with the final scene though, I was not here to shed tears on childhood traumas but here we are I guess (also that scene... the child in the middle of the living room... shivers). Also. Hugs 🥹

Season 3 -> fabulous, amazing, show-stopping, spectacular, the professional adultery vibes were TOP NOTCH, peak comedy, ep 1 10/10, and Florence's final declaration at the end???? And the LOOKS in the final scene? Kill me now 😱

Season 4 -> WHERE HAS HER THERAPIST GONE??? 😭 No offense to the new one but what happened? The whole wedding plotline felt kinda out of nowhere, but the RING shenanigans???? Peak comedy 🤣 THE VOWS REHEARSAL SCENE FFS that was heartbreaking to watch 💔

Season 5 -> Fake dating!! Feelings!! Trapped together!! Sleepy cuddles!! 💕 More hugging!! Basically all the gifs I'd seen before getting started on the show

Season 6 -> My EMOTIONS oh my god!!!! Do I need to explain why ep 1 was incredible??? That last scene? With that scenery?? I was sent airborne 🫠 Ep 2 broke my heart in so many pieces I've most certainly lost some of them forever... I'm not opposed to Antoine suffering a bit, but boyyyy, that's cold. I NEED him to know about the little boy painting, I've been waiting since s3 for this 😭

According to Wikipedia, season 7 is gonna be amazing. Welcome to my new hyperfixation 😈

#the art of crime #l'art du crime #florence chassagne #antoine verlay #also get prepared for a reblogging spree and some personal edits I guess #I love them so freaking much they're such wholesome angsty babies I'm deceased byyyyeeeeee

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yourimagines · 7 months

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hi!! i have a request if you’d be open to writing it:)

could you write a story where the reader works for the ufc and was there when khabib was still fighting and they became close (ik that wouldn’t actually happen but for the story lol). so now when islam fights the reader is interviewing khabib about all of the training and he decides to ask her to go meet islam with him and they hit it off so well and start talking and it’s all just fluffy pre and post fight (you could make it islam vs charles)

thank you so much! i’m dying for some ufc fluf❤️

I hope you like this one ✌🏻

Friends from work

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers; fluff

Y/N POV

I was waiting for Khabib to show up to our interview. “You sure he will show up?” The camera man said. “Yes of course, I know him.” The camera man nods. ‘Come on Khabib, don’t do this to me.’ People around me where getting bored. “He’s to late, maybe he doesn’t even show up.” “He will show up.” I said while picking up my phone, ready to calll him. The door went open and Khabib with his team walked in. “I’m sorry Y/N I’m late.” I walked up to him. “It’s all good, I’m glad you’re here.” I gave him a hug. “I’m also happy.” I smiled at him. “Good, let’s start the interview then.” We both walked over to a large sofa. He placed his drink on the table and sat down, I followed him.

“Welcome Khabib, thank you for your time today.” I nodded at him

“Thank you, no problem.” He gave me a small smile

“We heard last week that Islam is going to fight Charles, now how’s the team preparing Islam for this fight?”

“A lot of training.”

“A lot of training, do you coach him Khabib?”

“Yes, I coach him.” He took a sip from his drink

“So how does a training day look like, is it a lot of sparring or is it more balanced, what do you guys on a training day.”

“We prepare him for the fight, sparring, wrestling but also running.”

“So basically you guys do little bit everything.”

“Yes but not the little part.” He says while I’ll chuckled.

“So Khabib, the training goes like it supposed to go, when the fight is happening who wins?”

“Islam.”

“Islam will win?”

“Yes, he’s in a good form, training hard, has a good mentality so he wins.”

“I’m excited for the fight, I’ll be there and you will be there also, coaching him from the sideline.”

“You gonna love it.”

“Yes I will, Khabib thank you for your time today.” I smiled at him

“No problem.” He gave him a friendly nod

The cameraman said it was done and everyone started to pack up. Khabib stood up, holding his bottle in his hand. “Are you doing the interviews?” He asked while I stood up also. “Yes, the pre and post interviews.” “I want you to come with me, to Islam’s training.” “Really?” “Yes, you are my friend, so why not.” I smiled at him. “Text me where and when then.” He nods.

——— training day———

I followed Khabib to his own training room. “Guys, this is Y/N, she’s here today to watch.” “Only watching?” Islam said as he walked up to us. “Hello, I’m Islam, your Y/N right?” I gave him a hand. “Yes, nice to meet you Islam.” He smiles. Khabib pats him on his shoulder. “Let’s start.” They started their training, I sat down on the ground and watched them. The rest of the team was also training along.

Islam planted himself next to me. “Having fun?” “Yes and you?” “Im a bit nervous, having a woman here looking at me.” I laughed. “Im not looking at you, I’m looking at your coach.” I nodded at Khabib who was training someone else. “Your good friends with him, he talks often about you.” I looked surprised at Islam. “He does?” “Yes, telling us it’s important to see the good people , not only focusing on the bad ones.” “But what do you think, is he right about me?” He smiles. “Yes he is right about you.” I giggled. “Thank you Islam.” “No problem.” He stood up and joined the group again. I smiled to myself. ‘I’m their friend now.’

——— pre fight interview———

I waited for Islam to talk briefly about the last few days before he gets in the octagon. “Hello Y/N.” Islam walks up and stands in front of the camera. “Hello Islam, good to see you.” He nods. “So how do you feel, in less than a week you are meeting Charles in the octagon, are you confident, feeling at your best, tell us.” “I’m good, everything is good, I can’t wait to meet him in the octagon.” I smile at him. “Your trainer Khabib said that you are going to win, what does that with you when people support you.” “That they are smart.” We both laugh. “It means a lot to hear it from your friends and family but they are right I’m going to smash this guy.” “Well I still want to wish you good luck for the fight and we see each other after the fight.” He nods. “Can’t wait for our next meeting.” And with that he walks away. ‘Cheeky guy.’

——— Fight Night———

I sat down at my seat, holding a snack and a drink. “What do you think he stays champion?” A random guy next to me asked me this question. “Yes but it will be a brutal fight, they are both very hungry for this fight.” The guys nods. “I think Charles is going to smash your guy.” I just smiled, staying friendly. “We’ll see.”

(Alternative ending 1)

I was right, both fought till there was nothing left. Islam won the fight and stays Champion. I stood up and walked to the back, ready to interview him and to congratulate him. “Y/N, we need to get them both.” My manager said. “Both fighters?” “Yes, make sure you get the winner first. That’s way more important.” We sat our camera up and waited for the fighter to walk in and do their post interviews.

Islam walked in with Khabib following close. They walked straight up to me. “Islam, congratulations on the win.” I said with a smile on my face. “Thank you Y/N.” Islam replied back with a smile on his face. “Islam, it was a very intense fight, you both were fighting till you both were bleeding and out of energy, how was it for you personally?” “Good, Charles is a very good fighter but only one could win tonight and I had to be me.” Khabib laughed. “Khabib, what are your thoughts about the fight.” “Good, he only needs to be more patience.” “Just like his coach?” Islam laughs, Khabib pointed a finger at me. “Watch out miss Y/L/N, you teach him the wrong things.” He said with a small smile on his face. “Okay, I think it’s time for you guys to celebrate this win, are you guys going to celebrate this and how.” “Yes of course and you are coming with us to see how we’re going to do that.” I smile at him. “I would love to join the party, once again congratulations on your win.” They both nodded and gave me a quick hug. “You are coming right?” Khabib asked me. “Yes, but first I need to interview Charles.” “We wait, just hurry up.” I smiled at him. “I will, you know me.” “That why.” I laughed and they waited for me to finish this up.

(Alternative ending 2)

I was wrong, Charles won and that means Islam lost his championship. I stood up and walked to the back, ready to interview the guys. “Y/N, interview both of them tonight, the winner of the night Charles and also Islam I wanna know his next plan’s.” My manager said. “Okay so both?” “Yes make sure you got Charles, the winner is way more important.” I nodded, we started to set up our camera and waited for them to show up.

The first who walked in was Islam, Khabib following him closely. They walked up to me, Islam looked very defeated. “Islam it’s not the result that you wanted, what are your next plans.” He signs. “Training more and win some more fights.” I nodded and looked at Khabib. “Khabib, your his coach, what are your thoughts on this fight.” “Well he loosed his belt and he needs to train to get it back.” “So back to the training room then, are there any plans for tonight or are you guys done and ready to go home?” “No we go back to our hotel and try to forget this loss for tonight and tomorrow we will look back at it and learn from it.” I nodded. “Well, thank you both for stopping by and I’m sure you get a new shot at the belt.” I hugged them goodbye. “Y/N.” Islam whispered while I hugged him. “Yes?” “I hope you do stop by tonight.” I smiled at him. “Of course.” He smiled back at me. “Good, I’ll see you tonight then.” “Yes, text me your room number.” “I will.” They walked away as I waited to interview the new champion Charles.

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