#mac’n’cheese

[venting2002]

F that layer of breadcrumbs in Mac and cheese 🖕

#mac’n’cheese #macaroni and cheese

[fridaysteak]

16/09/2022

Ribeye steak with mac’n’cheese, bbq beans, garlic breaded mushrooms and onion rings

#ribeyesteak #ribeye #peppered #steak #onion rings #garlic breaded mushrooms #mushrooms #bbq beans #mac’n’cheese #macaronicheese #mac and cheese

[a-h-87769877]

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[vikary401]

little mac’n’cheese headcanon about cheddar who is used to the fact that he is much taller than most cookies so he doesnt bother bending over to be on same level, but. he still leans in when macaroni talks.

is this anything?………..

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Naughty or nice? | Ethan Landry x Reader

Advent calendar day five: Friendsmas + gift giving

Summary: The whole group gathers at Sam and Tara's for Friendsmas. Left to yourself in the living room, you and Ethan

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The night before everyone went home for the holidays, you all gathered at Sam and Tara’s apartment for a Friendsmas dinner. The place was lightly decorated in the spirits with only a small Christmas tree and twinkling lights you and Tara hung up a few weeks ago. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing. 

‘’These gingerbread cookies are hilarious,’’ Sam complimented when she saw everyone’s caricature portraits in the box. 

Some had been more of a challenge to make than others, but you managed to make them all somewhat ressemblant to each of your friends. You even made Tara’s a tiny bit smaller than the others. 

‘’You even made Chad’s big head accurate,’’ Mindy pointed out, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she bit the arm of her cookie. 

Chad scowled at her as he attempted to take a bite, only to have the head break off and tumble to the floor, making Mindy burst into laughter.

‘’Even the cookie-you can’t keep it on its shoulder!’’ 

In true sibling behavior, Chad flipped his sister off. 

Having dealt with them since they were kids, Sam chose to leave them to their bickering and returned to her cooking. The water was boiling anyway. 

She searched the counter for the box of pastas, only to realize that she forgot to stop at the store after her appointment with her therapist this morning. ‘’Ugh, I forgot to get macaroni for the mac’n’cheese… Can someone go to the bodega down the street, they should have some pastas? Any will do.’’ 

Tara, eager to escape vegetable-cutting duty, volunteered. ‘’I can go!’’  

‘’I’ll go with you!’’ Chad said, going after her. ‘’The streets are icy, I wouldn’t want you to fall and get hurt or something.’’

You and Mindy shared a look once he was out of sight, knowing that it was cheap just an excuse to be alone with Tara. Hopefully he’ll stop chickening and finally make a move on her. 

Leaving Sam with Mindy to finish dinner, you joined Ethan who was sitting alone in the living room. He was watching something on his phone, his attention absorbed by the tiny screen, and didn’t hear you coming. 

‘’What are you watching?’’ you asked over his shoulder, a playful smile on your face.

He jumped, his heart hammering in his chest. ‘’Shit, you scared me.’’ 

You giggled as you walked around the couch and sat beside him. ‘’What are you watching,’’ you repeated.

Ethan shrugged, turning off his phone. ‘’Nothing. Just dumb things on youtube.’’

You hummed, taking a candy cane from the bowl on the table and trapped it between your red-coated lips. The sweet peppermint aroma filled the air as you leaned slightly closer to Ethan. ‘’So…have you been naughty or nice this year?’’  

Ethan choked on air. His eyes flicked away from your mouth, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. ‘’W-what?’’ he stammered, the unexpected question taking him by surprise.

You chuckled, removing the candy cane from your lips. ‘’Just curious, you know? Santa's making his list and checking it twice.’’ 

Still flustered, the boy managed a nervous laugh. ‘’I guess I’ve been mostly nice? We volunteered together at the cat shelter last month and I helped you for your art project, does that gives me brownie points?’’ 

‘’You’re cute.’’ You leaned in and ghosted your hand up Ethan’s arm, wishing there wasn’t a sweater covering his bicep. ‘’Since you’ve been so nice, should I give you your Christmas present now?’’ 

An immediate panic struck his face. ‘’Christmas present?! I didn’t know— I’ve got nothing to give you…’’ 

You shushed him with a finger over his lips and, with your other hand, you pulled aside the left side of your wrapped sweater, flashing him your matching red lace bra. The article was very sheer and left nothing to the imagination, which made Ethan’s eyes go wide.

‘’Holy shit.’’

Just then, the door creaked open as Tara and Chad returned, snow covering their shoulders and heads. Snapping out of your bubble, you quickly covered up and loudly greeted the two. Tara gave you a strange look, her cheeks red from the cold, then hopped over to the couch to tackle you with her cold self.

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[riordanness]

crazier - p.jackson

1.1K wordcount

warnings: slight slut shaming??

requested: no

“You’ve gotta be kidding.” I stare at my best friend, half in shock, half in horror, half in amusement. Fine, I know that technically that equals 150%, but I failed maths in school, okay?

Percy laughs, a mischievous glint in his sea-green eyes. “I'm never kidding,” he says. “Especially not with you.”

I shake my head slowly. “I am not getting on a skateboard, Jackson.”

“Come on!” he pleads with me, and it takes every single bit of willpower I have to resist his puppy dog eyes. They remind me of a baby seal, cute and sweet and innocent.

“Why?” I whine a little, swinging my legs underneath the cafeteria table. I stare down at my ‘food’, something that I think is supposed to resemble mac’n’cheese and is actually just smushy looking yellow stuff.

“Cause it’s fun,” Percy says. “And I’ve wanted to teach you since forever.”

“Really?”

“Well, okay,” he relents. “Not forever. I haven’t exactly known you for forever yet, so… I guess I’ve wanted to since we first met.”

I raise an eyebrow. “And, tell me, how did we meet, Percy Jackson?”

Percy grins, shoves an extremely gross and greasy french fry in his mouth, and scrunches his nose at me. I’d never admit it out loud, but that nose scrunch of his was the single most adorable thing under the sun.

I toss my ponytail. “C’mon. Tell me.”

“Well, basically… I saw you, thought you were cute, you saw me, thought I looked like trouble, and we became friends.”

I roll my eyes lightly, but I’m pretty sure my slight embarrassment is obvious. Percy had thought I was cute? Yikes.

“I didn’t think you were trouble,” I tell him. “I knew you were trouble.”

“Oh yeah?” Have I mentioned how cute Percy looks with his eyebrows raised in that slightly teasing way? I shouldn’t love it as much as I do, but… well. I can’t help what reaction I get from this boy’s good looks.

“Hi Percy.” A girlish voice from behind me greets my best friend with a flirtatious smile. “Don’t you just hate sitting here with her?” Ruby shoots me a distasteful glance, and I make a face at her. “Wouldn’t you rather sit with us?”

Ruby is the prettiest and most awful girl in school, and she’s obsessed with Percy. Not that I can really blame her…

“Uh, no thanks,” Percy says, his lips tight in a thin, polite kind-of smile. “I’m perfectly fine sitting here with y/n.”

“But she’s so… boring!” Ruby sighs dramatically, widening her blue eyes wide. “And you and I are so… interesting.” She steps over to him, and traces a finger up his hoodie sleeve.

It’s Percy’s turn to make a face. “Uh- thanks again, Ruby, but no, really. I’m good.” He looks at me, and a little bit of his calmness washes over me. Somehow, I feel a whole lot less threatened by Ruby, almost like magic.

Ruby rolls her pretty eyes. “Well fine.” She gives me another glance, looking me up and down. I shoot her a fake smile.

“Have fun with… her,” Ruby says, her dislike for me practically dripping from her mouth. “I’ve heard good things about her abilities with boys.”

Percy is on his feet in an instant. “Don’t talk about y/n like that.”

Ruby laughs, somehow sounding both pretty and delicate and ruthlessly cruel. “Oh honey. Just telling it how it is.”

“You won’t say anything of that sort about her again.”

“And why not?” Ruby gives him the eyes.

Percy hesitates, looks at me, then his gaze hardens. He stares down Ruby. “She’s my girlfriend. And I do not like you talking about my girl like that.”

I’m frozen, half impressed, half confused, half in love. And yes, I know that’s too many halves. We already discussed this.

Ruby doesn’t exactly know what to say. “Oh,” she squeaks, and then turns on her heel and makes a hasty exit.

Percy doesn’t look at me as he sits back down. There’s silence for much longer than I can handle.

Finally, I find my voice. “Your girl, huh?”

Percy almost flinches. “I’m sorry.”

I laugh, a little breathlessly. “No. It’s fine, honestly. It was… kinda cute.”

“Oh.” Percy’s cheeks are pink.

Before I could say anything else, the bell for the end of lunch rings. Kids all around us get to their feet, scrambling to get back to class.

I glance at my best friend. “Wanna ditch?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

Twenty minutes later, the two of us are sitting side by side atop the skate park, our legs dangling.

“Still want to teach me to skate?” I ask.

“Course I do,” Percy says.

Neither of us have mentioned the girlfriend thing, but I kind of want to. I’ve been crushing on Percy for years, and it’s honestly about time he finds out about it. I love the guy, but bloody hell he’s oblivious.

“Teach me then,” I say nonchalantly.

“Wait, for real?” Percy twists to face me.

I give a shrug. “Why not? It’s not that likely I’ll die.”

“I won't let you die.” Percy grins. “Come on!”

I honestly thought skateboarding would be easier. Turns out I have absolutely terrible balance, and can barely even stand on the stupid board, let alone move around on it.

“Here.” Percy’s hands are on my waist, steadying me. Well, steadying me physically, but sending so many butterflies all through my middle I almost die right then and there. “Just breathe,” Percy says, “and don’t panic.”

“I’m not panicking,” I say, my voice clearly panicky.

Percy laughs, and I decide that it is my favourite sound in all the world.

“I love you.” At first, I think I must be so scared about this skateboarding thing that I’m hallucinating, but no. It’s real. Percy Jackson really just said that.

I struggle for words. “What?”

“I love you, y/n,” he repeats, a little more hesitant this time. “I’ve been loving you for as long as I can remember knowing you. And when I pretended you were my girlfriend earlier with Ruby, well… I realised how much I wanted that to be true.”

I have a stupid smile on my face. But right now, I don’t even care. “I love you too, Seaweed Brain.”

Percy grins, tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear, and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Ice-cream on the beach tonight?” he asks. “I’ll prepare everything and ask you to be my girlfriend properly.”

I laugh a little. “It’s a date.”

“Yeah.” Percy’s smile is like melted chocolate, warm and smooth and gorgeous.

“Now, get me off this ridiculous skateboard.”

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[mindswriters]

pls more toxic rafe 😭

omgg i’m so glad u guys liked it!!! tbh i was kinda scared bout the judgement ☠️☠️

TW: toxic!rafe, curse words, allusions to sex in the end (as u haven’t said anything specific besides toxic rafe, i’m just giving u a random thought from the same universe as the other fic)

Today was your best friend’s bachelorette party, and you were very excited for it. You two have been glued by the hip ever since you can remember what having a friend is, and great hours of your teenage years were spent with you both dreaming about getting married, starting a family and things like that, and even though you and Rafe have moved in together for a couple of months now, you never really did all the cliché rituals of a married couple, so your friend is going to be the first one to achieve that, which is very special to the both of you, especially with you being her 1st bridesmaid. There was no way you would miss this moment. Or so you thought.

“Hi, babe, I’m home” you were getting ready in your bedroom when you heard the front door, and soon enough Rafe’s voice announcing he arrived from work.

“Hi, baby, I’m inside, bedroom!” you made sure to project your voice through the house, so he’d know where to find you.

“Hey- Wow!” he exclaimed when he opened the door and saw you all dressed up, finishing your makeup “You look so good, babe, so gorgeous” he walked over to you, wrapping his arms on your waist from behind and leaning to kiss your face.

“Hmm, thank you, handsome” you laughed turning on your heels to kiss him on the lips “Did you liked it?” you look back to the mirror, checking your outfit again.

“Of course, babe, I loved it” he sat at the end of your bed, unbuttoning the shirt he used at work “So, where are we going?” he asked, and you frowned.

“Baby, we are not going anywhere, I’m going” you chuckled fixing your earrings “Today’s is Liza’s bachelorette party, remember?” you walked over to him.

“What? No, I don’t remember, you haven’t told me anything” Rafe frowned, you felt his tone changing and you knew you’re in for it.

“Yes, I did, baby. She’s been planning it for a long time, I told you this like, two weeks ago?” you shook your head at the rhetorical question, standing cautiously in front of him.

“Well, I’m sorry, but I don’t remember, you could’ve texted me or something. I even called off on Topper, what about dinner now?” he shrugged in disapproval, pursing his lips.

“I made you dinner already, it’s on the microwave, made that mac’n’cheese you always say you like” you smiled sweetly, putting your arms on his shoulders and tilting your head to one side.

“So that’s how you think it works? Just because you make something that I like for dinner you think you’re free to go wherever you want?” he questioned roughly, making you huff and take a step back from him.

“No, baby, that’s not how I think it works. I made you dinner so you wouldn’t have to go out, or spent money with take out, and not because I want a free pass to go out” you clarified minimally rolling your eyes “And come on, it’s her bachelorette party, is important to the both of us” you gave him pleading eyes.

“Why is it so important to you? It’s her marriage anyways” he arched one of his eyebrows.

“Because we’re best friends, Rafe, and we’ve always dreamt about this part of life. I’m her bridesmaid, it’s important for us to be together tonight” you explained ending with a small pout.

“And where is this party happening?” he asked concerned and gave you a bit of hope.

“At the Country Club, Liza rented a private room there” you answered waiting for his reaction.

“Okay. I understand, love” he said simply, words followed by a kind smile.

“Seriously? You’re okay with me going?” you asked incredulously, your tone now almost too excited.

“Sure. But I’m going with you” he said naturally, earning a quick frown of your eyebrows.

“Oh Rafe-“ you laughed at his response, but stopped as soon as you saw him getting up and grabbing a towel from your wardrobe “Wait, what? You’re not being serious right now, are you?” your voice changing from panic.

“I sure am, darling. Why wouldn’t I be?” he stared at you smirking.

“Because it’s a bachelorette party, Rafe. A ladies party, no groom, no husbands and no boyfriends allowed. You can’t go with me” you scoffed with a light chuckle.

“Simple then, if I’m not going, you’re not going” Rafe stated seriously.

“What? This is so stupid!” you couldn’t help raising your voice a bit from anger “It’s just a group of girls going out to celebrate the last weekend of one of them being single. Just like the boys do. We’re just gonna eat, have some drinks, laugh together, it’s not a big deal!” you tried to convince him.

“Not a big deal, huh? Have you ever went to a bachelorette party? Do you know what the fuck happens in those kinds of celebrations?” he raised his strong voice, taking steps closer to you and pointing to your face, to make you let your guard down “It’s ridiculous, Y/n! I don’t know who else is invited, if they’re single or not, but I’m not the type of man to let my girl go to a party where the purpose is literally to be single for one night. I'm sure you won't just drink and laugh, things like this always involve stupid pranks, and even rent boys. And I don’t care if you’re going to be in a private room, the biggest audience at the Country Club are men, and I don't want my girlfriend walking around there, let alone without me and wearing a tight little skirt like this one. So if you don’t want me to go, you better join me for dinner here, at our home, because you are also not going” he spitted his lost of temper on you.

“Oh my fucking God, Rafe, you’re being so ridiculous right now” you sighed, almost running your hand through your face, but when you remembered it would mess up your make up, you moved it to you hair instead “You go out with your friends practically every once in a week! While I stay here to have dinner all by myself, sometimes I even get to bed alone because I get tired of waiting for you. And now I can’t go to my best friend’s pre-wedding party, which is something that won’t happen ever again, all because you’re jealous? This is bullshit, you have to trust me more, Rafe” you roll your eyes, turning your back to him.

“When did I said that I don’t trust you, babe? Of course I do, I don’t trust the others. And I’m not jealous, I’m just taking care of what’s mine” he came closer again, gently grabbing the back of your arm to bring you to face him.

“Rafe, please, it’s just this time. I never go out with my girl friends alone, and you know them, they’re not just some batshit bitches I met yesterday, we’ve been friends for years now. Plus, all of this ‘marriage rituals’ are something important to me and Liza, we’ve dreamed about this since we were kids, she’ll be so upset if I don’t show up, baby” you pleaded looking up at your boyfriend, praying he’d feel some empathy for your best friend.

“Then call her and say that you’re only going if your boyfriend can go too” he slightly shrugged, laughing as if was the most obvious thing ever.

“You don’t understand, Rafe, this is a no boys party, you can’t be the only partner in there, it’s gonna ruin our dynamic” you complained whining.

“See? How am I supposed to let you go on this shit if I can’t even know what you’re gonna do in there? No way, babe, I’m not changing my mind” he shook his head no, still holding you in place.

“But- Rafe, baby, please! I promise you I won’t do anything wrong, I even-“ you tried to plead again, almost desperately this time.

“No, Y/n. When I tell you no, it’s no. Is it so difficult for you to understand? Do want me to explain what a ‘no’ means?” he said sternly, so intensifying softly his grip on your arm.

“No, I get it, no need for that” you practically whispered, and he let you go “What about Liza tho? She’s waiting for me, it was important for her to have me there…” you said nipping on your nails.

“Well, she should’ve considered it before deciding on a traditional bachelorette party, she knows you have a boyfriend. Now just call her and tell her you're not going, that's it.” Rafe said while rummaging around his shirts on your shared dresser.

“That easy? And how should I say it? 'So honey, I can't go to the party we’ve planned for months because my possessive and overprotective boyfriend won't let me go out alone', can it be like that?” you ended up mocking him from how frustrated you actually were.

“Don’t fuck with me, babe” he mumbled the warning putting the clothes he chose above your bed “Just tell her that a no Rafe party, is a no Y/n party. We’re a couple, each other’s priorities, aren’t we? She will understand” he said while taking off his watch and his rings.

“Yeah, whatever, I’ll come up with something” you muttered with a sigh.

You dodged him, going towards your bedside table to grab your phone and dropping yourself above the silk sheets, taking a deep breath before texting Liza, saying that you weren’t feeling very well and thought it was better for you to stay home, telling her you were sorry for not being there tonight. Dropping your phone to your side, you sighed heavily and noticed how Rafe was watching you while he took off his dirty clothes.

“What?” you asked arching an annoyed eyebrow at him.

“I have to admit, now I feel such a shame that you got all dolled up for nothing” he pouted towards you, giving a small laugh after you rolled your eyes.

“Uh, yeah, no shit” you said under your breath, grabbing your phone again to see if there was anything that could entertain you now.

“Maybe if you hadn’t put so much effort on it, I could’ve let you out. But not like this, babe, uh uh. Too gorgeous to go around without me” he joked, still folding his clothes but never taking his eyes off of your figure.

“Yeah, sure” you wouldn’t even dare look at him right now.

“Aw come on, honey. Don’t be like that” he mewled, coming to sit beside you and putting your phone down “You know I just want to protect you. And plus, I can’t stand being here all alone while half of the island is drooling over my girl, yeah?” he smiled, leaning closer and kissing the back of your hand.

“Mhm, Rafe, go take your bath, I’m hungry and since you didn’t want me to go out, I’m not having dinner alone now” you mentioned your dissatisfaction, while trying to ignore his little touches and caresses.

“Actually, I was thinking that maybe we could go on a date?” he said kissing your neck and your jaw “Like right now. I take you to some fancy restaurant, so you won’t have spent hours getting ready for nothing, and I would also love to show off my beautiful girlfriend, show’em who gets to spoil you and call you mine, huh? What do you say?” he suggested, giving you the sweetest grin ever while moving your hair behind your ear.

“Dunno, Rafe, I’m really not in the mood for that anymore, I’m sorry” you answered with deep breath and a half-smile.

“That’s right, I get it, you’re only in the mood when is to go out with your friends, okay” he chuckled,  making your roll your eyes just to earn a kiss on your cheek “But that’s fine, in this case we can stay home baby, and have our dinner together, just as you wish. I’m sure whatever you cooked is way better than food from any other restaurant” he smiled brightly.

“Yeah, it sounds good this way” you looked away, biting your inside lip to suppress a smile of your own.

“Sure, it does. And you wanna know something?” he waited for your reaction and as soon as you nodded he leaned to whisper closer to your ear lobe “I think is better for us to stay home anyways, cause ever since I entered this room and saw you dressed like this, I've been holding myself back from ripping it all off of you. So, I don't know if I could wait until we got back home” he smirked after moving his eyes from your lips to stare directly into your eyes.

“Rafey…” you whispered, doing your best to stare back at him, and not look at his lips or his hand touching ever so slightly on your thigh. Finally losing the posture you held onto since the beginning of your discussion.

“Don’t go all flustered now, babe, I know you liked it” he stole a quick peck from you before getting up from the bed “Now why don't you go over there and speed things up by setting our dining table, huh? While I take a shower to get rid of my work fatigue. I promise I'll make it up to you after dinner” he winked grabbing his towel again and going towards your bathroom.

“Okay, don’t take so long tho, I’m gonna miss you” you grinned shyly turning on your side to look at him.

“I sure won’t, love, gonna miss you too much too if I do” he grinned back making you blush “Now you, little lady-“ he leaned over the doorframe and pointed to you still on the bed in front of him “Don’t you dare taking those clothes off or ruining this make up before I come out, because tonight that’s my fucking job” he nodded before closing the door to take his bath in peace.

a/n: i think the whole dynamic in this one isn’t as toxic as in the first one, but the situation is just as fucked up, and yes, i thought about making the reader insist more in going out, and make them have a big argument, but the key from this universe is: rafe knows how to manipulate the reader, and his way of doing it is acting as normal and careful as he can, to make her believe that he does what he does because he cares about her, so she’ll always end up submitting to him. at the beginning of their relationship, she’d maybe be braver to confront him, but he manipulated her to believe that if she argues, she is the wrong one, because he acts this way to protect the woman he loves, and if she loves him back, she has to accept and submit to whatever he says or wants (all that and his super trunfo of make up sex ofc. anyways!!! hope u liked it, and if any of you want to see more of this, or make some other request, feel free to let me know :)

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[jungle-angel]

Afternoon Bedrest (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: Bob’s definitely not feeling good after a week and a half away from home. Lucky for him, he’s got the best caretaker in the world.....you

You sat out on the porch, the sun shining high in the sky, listening to the waves crashing on the beach and the click of your knitting needles repeating like a typewriter. You heard a truck pulling up just mere minutes later, the little black kitten springing forth from your yarn basket before you caught him in time. 

“Oh no,” you warned him, lifting him right into your lap. “No you don’t. You’re waiting until the man of the house gets up here.” 

You watched as Bob made his way up the short walk, but quickly noticed he was without that usual happy spring in his step that never seemed to leave him. He looked tired, almost zombielike and a little pale. “Bobby?” you called to him, doing your best to restrain the kitten in your hands. 

Bob hobbled up the stairs, wincing a little bit. “Talk to me Bob,” you told him. “What’s wrong?” 

“Got bad stomach cramps,” he groaned. 

“Here, let’s get you into the house,” you told him. 

You guided him in before carefully setting the kitten right on the cat tower. Tank tried to jump up on Bob, but one light tap on the nose told the burly Rottweiler that this was neither the time nor the place. 

You led Bob right into your shared bedroom, helping him into the bed and stroking his hair. “What happened?” you asked him, placing a kiss on his sweaty forehead. 

“We were out on a training exercise,” Bob explained sleepily. “Desert survival.” 

“Did you eat something?” 

Bob nodded as you carefully removed his glasses and set them on the nightstand. “Nothing but MREs.” 

“Oh,” you said. “I see. And what exactly was in them?” 

“Cheese.” 

You bit your lip, quickly biting back a laugh that threatened to get out. You knew, from years of experience, what it meant when someone ate the cheese in the MRE packets. 

“Ok,” you said with a smile. “Lie on your back and I’ll get in with you.” 

Bob grimaced as he scooted over, a bolt of pain shooting through him, only receding when he was able to relax on his side of the bed again. ”Mind if I um...?” 

The pleading look on Bob’s face said otherwise. 

“Bob, sweetie, it’s just a check for appendicitis.” 

He whimpered reluctantly as he stripped off his t-shirt and laid flat on his back. Maybe it was a slight chill in the room, but Bob shivered when he felt your warm hands rubbing along his lower belly. He didn’t realize either that your touching had nearly put him to sleep, leaving one arm draped lazily across his eyes. 

“You’re full of shit,” you chuckled. 

“C’mon baby, I’m in pain,” Bob groaned. “I don’t need this right now.” 

“No, you’re literally full of shit,” you explained. “How long were you eating that MRE mac’n’cheese for?” 

“Bout ten days?”

“Oh my God,” you blurted out. “Bob, seriously?” 

“It was the only thing that tasted halfway decent.” 

You smiled and shook your head before kissing both of his cheeks which were warmer than hell. “I’ll take you to the doctor later.” 

“No, no baby,” Bob pleaded. “No doctor.” 

“Bob, if we don’t get this fixed you’re gonna wind up with an obstruction and will probably have to have surgery.” 

Bob finally gave in at the mere thought of it, letting you do the work and forcing himself to relax. It wasn’t easy just laying there while your fingertips massaged his abdomen, but after a while, Bob started growing sleepier than he had before. 

“Thank you baby,” Bob murmured. “I love you.” 

“I love you too Bob,” you answered. “I always will.” 

You kissed his stomach before crawling back in beside him and resting your head on his chest as his arms coiled around you. He kissed the crown of your head before the two of you fell asleep, completely oblivious to the world around you and deeply comforted by the closeness you felt with each other. 

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The base was busy as ever with pilots coming and going, taking off and landing for training, yet the rest of the Daggers found themselves heading for the hangar to help the new recruits with their own training.

Phoenix noticed Bob heading up to the hangar, lively as ever and eager to get to work. “You’re real happy this morning,” she remarked. 

“Never slept so good in my life,” Bob said happily as he sauntered off to go and put his things away in the lockers. 

Phoenix raised an eyebrow and felt her phone vibrating in her pocket a moment later. She pulled it out to find a message from you splayed across the front. 

Phoenix: Bob’s real happy this morning. Last I saw, he looked like a zombie stumbling to the truck

You: Gave him a little TLC last night after he got home. He’s definitely feeling better

Phoenix: That’s great! Glad to hear!

You: Yeah, the only thing though is I’ve gone through at least ten cans of Febreeze in the last half hour or so. Our bathroom could pass for a demilitarized zone

A loud laugh flew from Phoenix’s throat the minute she saw your message and the photos of you wearing a gas mask that Bob’s grandfather had used in Korea. “What?” Bob asked. “What’s so funny?” 

“Look what (y/n) just sent me!” 

Bob looked at the pictures and turned beet red. “Phoenix if this goes viral.....” 

“Oh believe me we’re gonna give you so much grief for this one,” she laughed. 

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #natasha phoenix trace #dagger squad

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The Professor | Chapter 11

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synopsis: It's your first family event in a long time, and Jake wants it to be one to remember. You find out the fate of your future.

word count: 7k

warnings: age gap, power imbalance, mentions of blackmail, SMUT, unprotected sex, shower sex, love making, mentions of parental death, fighting, cursing.

You were sweating in the airport as you stood next to Jake waiting for your luggage to come around. You had decided to spend Thanksgiving with Jake and his family in Texas. It was between that, going home to Aunt Sally’s or sitting alone and eating Kraft Mac’N’Cheese from the box. Also, Olivia Seresin had messaged you on Facebook asking for Vegan dishes to make, and you couldn’t possibly turn down the invite from that. 

“Oh, there,” You said, pointing to the cheetah print suitcases that Lucy let you borrow. Jake nodded and grabbed your bags. You were slightly embarrassed of your luggage compared to the sleek, gray metal of Jake’s suitcases. 

“You ready?” Jake asked, and you looked up at him. If you were being honest, you wanted to run to the ticket counter and find the next flight back to Boston. You had been trying to keep your nerves at bay the whole flight, but Jake could see right through it, “Hey, what’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” You shook your head and went to grab your main bag, but Jake stood in front of you, “Are you sure your family is okay with this? I mean, two out of four-” 

“I could give a fuck less what Nancy and Liz think about you. My mom loves you, and that’s all that really matters to me,” Jake said. He cupped your face gently, “It’ll be okay. I’m not going to let them be mean to you like the last time. Alright,” You nodded and Jake kissed your lips, “Now come on, my parents are waiting.” 

You gulped and grabbed your suitcase, and followed Jake out of the airport. It was easy to spot Jake’s mom, her red hair was teased to the heavens. She was wearing all black, but the white heeled cowboy boots on her feet stuck out. Olivia smiled brightly and nudged the man beside her, who could only be George Seresin, Jake’s father. You sucked in a breath as Olivia ran up to you and hugged you tightly. 

“So glad to see you again!” She said and kissed your cheek before moving to greet Jake. You saw the awkward hand shake between Jake and his dad. Jake hardly ever talked about his dad but from that interaction alone, you could tell the relationship was strained. 

“Dad, this is Y/N,” Jake said, introducing the two of you. He put his arm around you, which gave you some confidence as you held your hand out for George to shake. 

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Seresin,” You smiled and George shook your hand. 

“Jake, help your father put the bags in the car,” Olivia smiled sweetly, “Sit up front too. I want to run some possible recipes by Y/N to make sure she can eat them.” 

“Oh, Mrs. Seresin, I told you that you don’t-” 

“Nonsense,” George said, which made you stiffen up, “She’s been bugging me for weeks about trying a healthier way, and now she gets a test run.” You smiled and Jake looked down at you. He kissed your cheek before grabbing your suitcase from your hand to put in the back of the shiny Cadillac SUV. 

You weren’t sure where Jake got his cold personality from, because Olivia talked your ear off the whole ride back to the Seresin house. Well, more like a mansion. You were in awe as George rolled up to a gated lot, punching in the passcode and the black gate rolled back. You assumed him being a politician meant that they needed some more security. The house was everything that you imagined, a large white house with a terracotta roof, windows from floor to ceiling. There were four other cars parked in the driveway, which you assumed to belong to the Seresin sisters. The house wasn’t too far away from the old downtown, which you made a note to have Jake take you down there to visit some of the little mom-and-pop shops. 

“Everyone is already here?” Jake asked, stepping out of the front seat. He opened your car door, and offered you his hand to take. You weren’t sure if it was the dry Texan air or the fact that his parents were in the vicinity, but Jake was laying on the gentleman-ness extra thick. 

“Liz, Nancy and their families came in this morning,” Olivia said, “Don’t know why they insist on staying here for Thanksgiving, but here they are.” You tried to bite back a laugh but it was useless. Olivia gave you a wink as she looped her arm through yours, “Now, I want to double check that you are okay with eating eggs. Cause I can find a substitute for them.” 

The house on the inside was even more stunning than on the outside. Your eyes looked up at the grand staircase, and at the tall ceilings. A beautiful chandelier hung down that filled the foyer with tiny rainbows from the sun hitting it. There was a welcoming scent of spiced apples and vanilla. You could hear the laughter of children and the call of their names from their parents. 

Your heart filled with a certain grief at the sight of the house, it was a house that your mother dreamed of. You could remember your mother clipping out pictures of houses from magazines and telling you that one day, they would be able to afford one of the big fancy houses in a better community for you. But as much as you loved the Seresins’ house, you wouldn’t trade the house that you grew up in for the world. 

“Sweetheart,” Olivia said, snapping you out of your memories. 

“Huh? Oh sorry,” You shook your head and Olivia gave you a sad smile, “I can eat eggs. It’s no problem.” 

“Holidays aren’t fun, are they?” You shook your head and looked down at your shoes, “Jake used to bring Bradley home, before he patched something over with his uncle. I know that look, it’s the look of missing the people you love. Tell me, what’s a tradition they used to do.” 

You thought back to the last holiday season you spent with your parents. You were probably thirteen, and your father was determined to host Thanksgiving at your house. It had been an utter disaster, which ended with you guys ordering chinese food and watching football. But one thing always remained the same, and that was getting to open one very early Christmas gift to kick start the Christmas season. You told Olivia that and her face lit up with a smile. 

“Not boring her to death are you?” Jake’s voice cut through the living room. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. 

“No, just sharing Holiday traditions,” You said looking up at him. 

Jake had a look in his eye, and you couldn’t quite explain it, but it looked mischievous, “We’re gonna go take a quick nap. We’ve been up early and flying all day.” You looked at him quizzical. You both had slept on the plane, and you weren’t feeling the slightest bit tired. 

“Oh of course,” Olivia said, “Your room has been cleaned, and you should have fresh towels in your bathroom and extra sheets in your closet.” 

“Thanks momma,” Jake kissed his mom’s cheek before grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the stairs. 

“Be down for dinner at 6! Semi-formal!” 

“Yeah, got it!” Jake yelled down as you tried to suppress your giggles. As soon as you were out of eyesight of his mother, Jake grabbed your body and threw it over his shoulder. 

“Jacob!” You scolded. He pushed the door to what you assumed was his childhood bedroom. Jake placed you down softly on the bed, and wasted no time climbing on top of you and kissing you. You sighed into the kiss, as his hands roamed your body, and hiked one of your legs over his hip. Your hands roamed his broad chest before pushing him back slightly. 

“I thought you wanted a nap,” You smirked. 

“I do, but not before I do this,” He leaned back in and kissed your neck. 

“Mhm,” You pushed him back again, “Not going to happen, Mister.” 

“Oh come on!” Jake pouted, “Please. Just a quickie, let me eat you out, something,” It sent a tingle down your spine at how desperate Jake sounded when you shook your head. 

“Not with your nieces and nephews running around. Maybe later,” You kissed him, “I want to take a shower though,” You went to get out of bed, but Jake’s strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back down. 

“Nap first, shower later,” Jake said, letting out a breath and holding you close to him. You knew that it was useless to fight against him, so you relaxed into his hold and ran your hands through his hair. 

You were not entirely sure why a dinner at one’s own house required a dress code, but you weren’t about to ask. Your peaceful nap with Jake had been interrupted by three red-hair Seresin grandkids. Not that you minded, you always loved kids and Jake’s nieces and nephew were the most adorable little beings you had laid eyes on. It was strange for you to watch Jake interact with them with such kindness and gentleness. You had grown used to his angry and snappy attitude towards college students. You wondered if he treated his students the way he treated his nieces and nephews how much better his professor rating would be. 

Jake had laid out clothes for you to wear, something that would get the approval of not only his mother but his sisters as well. He wasn’t worried about you getting along with his father, no one got along with the man, not even his brother-in-laws who like to think that they do. George Seresin didn’t care for anyone else but himself. He was a selfish politician, but a good one. He knew how to sweet talk to the home crowd to secure their vote. Jake saw right through the act every single time. 

“Shh,” Jake had his hand over your mouth as he repeatedly thrusted into you, “There’s little ones nearby.” 

“Jake, shut up,” You groaned, not wanting to be reminded. He chuckled into your neck. You tilted your head back to lean against the shower wall. Jake’s strength once again amazed you as he held you in his arms, fucking you against the shower wall, “Fuck, Jake, please I’m close.” 

“Yeah? You’re close, baby? I can feel you clenching around me,” His hand snaked its way in between your wet bodies and began drawing circles on your clit. You leaned your head on his shoulder and bit down on the skin to stop you from screaming out as the beautiful, white hot pleasure rolled through your body, “Fuck, that’s it, that’s a good girl. Cumming all over my cock.” 

“You fuck me so well,” You cried out. You lifted your head and grabbed Jake’s face with your hands, “Cum in me.” You said looking into his green eyes. Jake groaned as he felt himself release deep in you, hot spurts coating your walls. You moaned at the feeling and kissed Jake’s lips. 

“You think you can stand when I put you down?” Jake asked. Your legs had been securely wrapped around his waist for the better part of twenty minutes. 

“Probably not,” You smiled. Jake chuckled and kissed you quickly. He gently untangled your legs from his waist but kept his arm around you. He grabbed the washcloth from the shower handle and gently ran in between your legs, cleaning up the mixed cum from the both of you. You sighed in content as Jake placed a soft kiss on your lower back. 

“So pretty,” Jake said, “Especially this,” You squealed as he bit the tattoo that was on your ass. The thin line tattoo that read ‘playboy club’  had been a dare from your first spring break as a 21 year old. Lucy and Zeke had a matching one with you, “Such a naughty little thing.” 

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.” 

“Oh sweetheart, I-” 

“JACOB!” The crash of the door had you jumping, as Jake rolled his eyes. He gently pushed you against the wall, hiding your naked body with his own. 

“What, Amelia?” Jake sneered. 

“Dad says hurry up, you’re going to raise the water bill,” His sister said, “But I can go tell him that you’re actually saving water.” You bit your lip to try and hide your embarrassment but it was no use as you flushed bright red, “But still, hurry up. James and Mark think they know how to properly cut tri-tip and I don’t want them to fuck it up.” 

“Got it. Can you leave now?” Jake said and looked over his shoulder. Amelia gave her brother a thumbs up before leaving the bathroom. He could hear her talking to what he assumed was to his other sister Kathy saying ‘they are totally boning right now’. Jake sighed and looked down at you, “Well that’s Amelia.” 

About half an hour later, you and Jake walked down the grand staircase, hand in hand. He had put on a pair of black dress pants, a button up shirt with a tie and a sweater. The dress that you wore was simple, and you paired it with an oversized plain sweatshirt. The jewelry that you were wearing was actually a gift from Mrs. Seresin and was laying on the bed when you got out of the shower. Even though you were dressed up, you still felt a tad out of place from his sisters. Nancy and Liz glared at you as you walked into the kitchen, while Amelia gave you a bright smile. Kathlene was somewhere else in the house taking care of her three month old baby. 

“Oh Y/N, don’t you look beautiful!” Olivia said as she came over and greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, “Mhm, I knew sapphire was your color. Did Jake tell you that I own a boutique downtown?” 

“No, he did not,” You said and looked at him, “I told him earlier that I want to go visit downtown, I saw a couple shops that caught my eye.” 

“Perfect! You can join me and the girls tomorrow while the boys do some ranch work,” Olivia smiled, “Jake, go help Mark and James. Your father is busy working on starting the smoker for thanksgiving.” Jake nodded and gave you a quick pat on the shoulder before walking over to his two brothers-in-law. Olivia led you over to where the Seresin girls were sitting at, “Do you want something to drink?” 

“Uh, water is fine,” You answered. 

“Water?” Nancy asked, “You’re not pregnant are you?” 

“No!” You said almost too quickly, “I mean, no, I’m not, I just don’t like drinking wine this late. I get headaches and the spins.” 

“Me too!” Amelia said, “We didn’t get the chance to meet properly before, I’m Amelia, the youngest sister, the better sister, the favorite child.” You could see Nancy and Liz roll their eyes out of your peripheral vision, “Jake has told us a lot about you. You’re studying English?” 

Amelia had quickly become your favorite Seresin. She was nice and actually had a conversation with you instead of talking at you or making snide comments the whole time. Maybe it was because the age gap between the two of you was only about six years, so she knew a lot of what you were going through as a fourth year in college. Amelia was also the most interesting sister by far. She had just gotten back from spending six months in Africa at a research center. You could see Nancy rolling her eyes at the way Amelia lit up at the questions you asked.

Jake sat next to you at the dinner table, and Amelia on the other side of you. Nancy, Liz and their husbands sat across from you, and you could feel the stares of the older Seresin girls on you the whole time. The dining room was relatively quiet, save for the gentle conversation that was flowing. Kathlene, her husband and all the kids were sitting in the kitchen, behind the closed door.

Olivia had a strict no children at the dining table rule. Your mother would’ve hated that rule. She didn’t like when your grandmother or aunts tried to push the children into another room. She thought it was mean, and always made sure to make enough plates at the dining room table for the kids to be there. That was one of the things you missed the most about your mother. She had a way of making everyone feel at home. 

Jake must’ve sensed a shift in your emotions as he placed a hand on your thigh. You looked over at him and he smiled. He grabbed your free hand and held it in his. 

“So, Jacob,” Nancy said, setting her wine glass down, “Little birdy tells me that Natasha was in Boston last week.” 

Jake shifted in his seat, “She was. She was there for a conference.” 

“Did she stay at your house?” 

You knew what Nancy was trying to do. She was trying to get under your skin, trying to get you to crack, but you weren’t going to get that satisfaction. You had no idea who this Natasha woman was, or if she stayed at Jake’s house or not. It made you somewhat jealous that he might’ve had another woman over but you brushed it off, as you reached for your own glass. 

“She did stay,” You answered, and Jake snapped his eyes towards you, “She’s rather nice, I kind of like her. And she can make the best. . . oh what was that dish she made? Oh yes! Vegetarian Risotto with red wine. To die for.” 

Nancy clenched her jaw as she set her wine glass down and went back to picking at the food on her plate. Jake couldn’t help the smirk that arose on his face and squeezed your hand. Olivia looked like she was beaming with pride at the way you handled her daughter’s attitude. You smiled to yourself and went back to eating the food on your plate. 

The sun felt great as you sat in the backyard of the Seresin Ranch. It was peaceful, there was a gentle breeze and you could hear the lowing of cattle in the distance. The house was empty, save for the couple of maids that were around tidying up the place for yet another family dinner. Thanksgiving was still a day away and you were already tired of eating family dinners. You just wanted to order a good ol’ vegan pizza and watched reruns of Yellowstone in your pajamas. You had decided to stay back from today’s shopping adventure to work on your end of the semester thesis. Also, today was the day that first rounds of grad school applications were supposed to be reviewed. 

Your whole life you had been working for this moment. The dream that you and your mother once shared, and now you carry on in memory of her. You weren’t sure what you were going to do if you didn’t get into Doctor Hoffman’s program. There was never really a back-up plan in your mind. You knew that Boston had a good grad program, but it wasn’t renowned like Doctor Hoffman’s at USC was. 

The air conditioning felt nice as Jake walked into the house followed by his father and brothers-in-law. He spotted you out in the middle of the backyard. Your hair was golden and shining in the sunlight. He grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and drank down half of it in one gulp. He forgot how demanding ranch work could be. George wanted to move most of the cattle from one pasture into the next to keep them close for the winter months. It had been a while since Jake had rode horseback and his thighs ached as he walked. 

“What is that girl doing?” Mark, Nancy’s husband, asked, “Sitting out there like a stone.” 

“It’s a nice day,” Jake shrugged. 

“She’s got some fire in her,” James said, “Liz was telling me all about it.” 

“You could say that,” Jake said, and put his water down, “I’m going to check on her.” 

The men nodded and started talking about the price of cattle as Jake walked out into the backyard. Your eyes never left your computer as he sat quietly beside you. The two of you sat in silence for a while, listening to the world around you. It was peaceful, and Jake liked it. He felt like he hadn’t really gotten a moment alone with you since you got here. Yes the two of you had your own room and bathroom, but it still didn’t feel the same like this. 

Jake moved his body so that you were sitting in between his legs and he was leaning up against the tree. He hummed as he ran his fingers through your hair. He loved your hair, it was always so soft and smelled like pears. His hands worked to make a half-assed braid, pulling the strands away from your face. You told him once how much you hated the hair in your face. You couldn’t quite make out the song that Jake was humming, but it reminded you of a tune that your dad used to play. 

“I got in,” You said softly. 

Jake paused, “What?” 

You looked over your shoulder and then back at your laptop, “I got in. To Doctor Hoffman’s program. . . I’ve been accepted.” 

“No shit,” Jake asked and leaned forward to look at your screen, “Dear Miss L/N, we at the University of Southern California think that you would be an exceptional addition to the graduate program for English majors under the direction and leadership of Doctor Megan R Hoffman. Holy shit! You got in!” 

“I got in!” 

Jake all but tackled you to the ground, his arms wrapping around you as he hugged you tightly. You giggled as he rolled you on top of him, his smile bright as he looked up at you. He gently ran his hands over your hair and brought you down for a kiss. It was soft and tender. It reminded you of the kisses you used to see your parents exchange. There was no rush, no need to quickly remove each other's clothing. The kiss felt different, and it was different. You pulled back and rested your hands on his chest as you pulled yourself up to straddle him. Jake’s green eyes looked up at you, full of adoration and pride. 

“My smart girl,” Jake said, his large hands engulfing yours sitting on his chest, “I always believed you could do it.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes playfully, “It’s true. You’re so smart, Y/N. I knew that you had the potential, that fire in you to make it into the program. I just had to bring it out in you.” 

“By being a dickwad?” 

“Okay, well,” Jake said and you giggled. You placed another soft kiss on his lips, “I am so fucking proud of you. Come on,” He gently rolled you onto the ground, and stood up. He gave you his hand and he pulled you up to your feet, “We gotta go celebrate.” 

“Jake, really it's- PUT ME DOWN!” You squealed as Jake threw you over his shoulder. He made sure that your dress was pulled down as he walked into the house. You giggled as he carried you into the house. 

“Jacob, what on earth are you doing?!” You flushed as Olivia’s voice called out to you. You lifted your head up and saw that she had a smile on her face. Jake walked over to the fridge and looked for something. 

“Where’s that bottle of. . . got it!” Jake said, grabbing a bottle of champagne, “We’ll be at the Cub house,” You wiggled in his grip and Jake set you down on the ground. He wrapped his arm around your waist, keeping you in close, “Y/N got into grad school today.” 

You watched as the eyes of the Seresin family lit up at Jake’s announcement. Olivia was the first one to you, pulling you into a tight hug. You melted into her touch. You loved Jake’s hugs, but being hugged by his mother was something different. It made your heart hurt, as Olivia pulled away and kissed your cheek. George even shook your hand and gave you a quiet ‘congrats, darlin’ before Amelia swooped in and hugged you. Even Jake’s nieces and nephews came running to you giving you a hug, just wanting to be included in the celebration. 

“Oh sweetheart, that is such wonderful news! I bet your parents are smiling down on you,” Olivia said. You gave her a tight lipped smile and Jake could tell there was a shift in your mood, “Oh! I’ll make a cake. How does carrot cake sound? I made Jake a carrot cake when he got into Doctor Hoffman’s program as well.” 

“Carrot Cake is fine, Mom. Save it for tomorrow,” Jake said. 

“Let the boy go, Liv,” George said and placed a hand on his wife’s shoulder, “Boy wants to go on to the Cub house for the night.” Jake gave his father a nod and George passed him the keys, “Not a scratch. Got it.” 

“Yes sir.” 

“Be back in the morning. Chores before Turkey,” George said, “Now, go on.” 

Jake smiled at you and grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the house and towards George’s shiny white truck sitting in the driveway. You giggled as you tried to keep up with his strides. He opened the door and helped you inside, buckling you up. 

“Do I need clothes?” You asked and Jake shook his head. 

“We’ll be back early,” Jake said and handed you the bottle, “I just want to be able to fuck you how I want and not worry about my sisters kids hearing you.” Jake kissed you and shut the door, jogging around to the drivers side. His words sent a tingle between your thighs as you clenched your thighs. 

The ride to the Cub house wasn’t very long, but it was beautiful. The sun was starting to set a bit as Jake drove down an old dirt road. The Cub house was a log cabin that was tucked back on the Seresin ranch, probably five or so miles away from the main house. Jake was right, it was quiet and away from the little ears that were roaming the main house. Jake parked in the driveway and got out quickly running to your side. He didn’t even let your feet hit the ground as he carried your bridal style to the cabin. 

“Laying it on thick today, aren’t you,” You said and Jake grunted. 

The inside of the cabin was beautiful, and you could tell that it was well maintained. There was a certain warmth about it as you looked at the tall fireplace and at the family pictures on the mantle. Jake set you down on the ground, and you took a couple steps forward, looking around at the house. Your eyes danced over the pictures of the fireplace. You could point out the faces of the Seresin siblings, most of them being during christmas. One picture in particular caught your eye, one of Jake and that familiar stunning woman but this time they were posed on the steps of a church, her in a beautiful white dress. 

“Sweetheart,” Jake called out to you. You turned and he handed you a glass of champagne, “Thought I told them to toss this,” He grabbed the picture from the mantle and flipped it down. 

“She’s beautiful,” You said and sipped the bubbly drink.  

“Yeah, but looks are deceiving. Her heart is ugly,” Jake said and looked down at the glass in his hand, “I don’t want to talk about her. I brought you up here because I want to celebrate with you. . . properly.” 

“Oh really?” You smirked and Jake nodded. He grabbed your glass out of your hand and set it on the mantle. You wanted to protest but you watched as he took a sip of his and then grabbed your throat. You kept eye contact as you opened your mouth and  he spit the liquid in your mouth. 

“Close,” He demanded, “Swallow.” You looked at him and swallowed the drink. Jake groaned and crashed his lips to yours. He tapped at your thighs, signaling for you to jump. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he carefully lowered you to the floor on the white soft rug. His lips went to your neck as his hands roamed your thighs, pushing your skirt up your legs. The straps of your dress fell down  your shoulders, exposing your collarbones. Jake’s tongue swiped across them, his hands coming to pull the top of it down. 

“God, you’re perfect,” His hands easily cupped your breasts, and squeezed them. You moaned out at the feeling as his tongue circled one of your nipples before sucking it into his mouth. 

“On the floor, Jake?” You asked, your voice sounding airy. 

“Darlin, I’m gonna fuck you on every single surface in this house,” Jake said and moved his mouth to your other breast. His hand moved in between your legs, gently rubbing at the wet spot already formed between your legs, “So wet for me always. You’re always ready to take my cock aren’t you.” 

“Yes, sir,” You moaned as he rubbed you through your panties, “Touch me, Jake,” You pulled on his hair, making him look up at you, “Fuck me, do something please.” 

“Oh darlin,” Jake cooed, “I’m gonna do more than just fuck you. I’m gonna make love to you.” 

You sucked in a breath as Jake helped you stand up from the ground. He fixed your dress before grabbing the two champagne glasses and bottle, walking you down towards the main bedroom. You stood awkwardly in the doorway as Jake set the glasses down and turned on the lamp, illuminating the room with a soft glow. He looked over at you and smiled, taking your hand and leading you towards the bed. He sat down, and you stood in between his legs. Jake gently lifted your chin and kissed you passionately. You sighed into the kiss, your hands resting on his shoulders. 

You grabbed Jake’s hands, making him stand again and taking a couple steps away from the bed. Your eyes locked on his green ones as you grabbed the bottom of your dress and lifted it up. Jake got the hint, kicking off his shoes and then shedding his shirt. Your dress hit the ground as Jake undid his belt. You stood before him, bare save for your underwear. Jake’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at you. Everytime he looked at you like this it was like the first time all over again. 

Jake reached out for your hand, which you let him take, and walked you to the bed. The two of you laid down next to each other, face to face. Jake gently ran a finger down your body, causing goosebumps to arise on your skin. You felt like you were under a microscope as Jake looked down at your body. You wanted to hide, but at the same time, you liked being on display like this for Jake. 

“You are everything,” Jake said softly, “Smart, beautiful, kind. You are perfect,” Jake shifted his body so he was on top of you, “Truly, perfect.”  

You didn’t want the night to end. It was beyond amazing. Every touch, every kiss, every word that was said was going to be in your memory forever. In between sessions of love making, you and Jake shared stories of your childhoods, the happy times that you both could remember. And true to his word, Jake fucked you on nearly every surface in that cabin. 

Currently, you were helping Olivia set the table for Thanksgiving Dinner. You had spent nearly all morning and into the afternoon working in the kitchen with Olivia and Amelia. Kathelene kept you all company as she tended to her baby. Nancy and Liz were off doing whatever it is that they do, which was probably partaking in small town gossip. The men spent the morning doing chores and cooking the turkeys and duck for dinner. Olivia assured you that there would be something for you to eat that wasn’t straight from an animal. 

“Alright,” Olivia smiled at her perfectly dressed table, “You go get cleaned up, honey. I brought you a little something from the boutique, I think you’d like it.” 

“Thank you, Olivia,” You said, and headed upstairs. 

Olivia sighed in content and then walked down the hall towards George’s office. She knelt down underneath his desk, and punched in the code of the safe and got out a velvet black box that had been sitting there for years. Her next task was to call in her only son to talk to him. Jake was always attentive to his mother, and showed face quickly in George’s office. 

“You called me?” Jake asked. He was already dressed for dinner. Choosing a pair of gray dress pants and a pullover sweater. 

“Yes, sit, sweetheart,” Olivia said, patting the spot on the couch next to her, “You look nice, blue suits you.” 

“Y/N picked it out,” Jake said. 

“She’s got great taste,” Olivia smiled, “You know, I never really ever liked Allison.” 

“Gee, thanks for telling me now, Mom,” Jake rolled his eyes playfully, “Why are you telling me this?” 

“I’m telling you this because you need to hear it. You have a good girl Jake. I can see, your father can see it, and even Nancy, who will argue and fight about it, sees it too,” Jake looked at his mother, “Do not mess this one up, Jacob,” Olivia placed the box in between them. Jake felt his breath catch in his throat at the sight of the box, “You have been hurt before by love, and sometimes we aren’t lucky to get another chance. But by God, Jake, this is your chance. I haven’t seen this happy, lovestruck look on your face since you were seventeen and bringing Allison home for the first time. Hell, Jake, you even look younger. And I bet your heart feels lighter too.” 

“It does, Momma,” Jake nodded, “But Y/N. . . she’s not ready for this. She’s too young. She’s got a life to live-” 

“Then you keep this,” Olivia placed the box in his hand, “You keep this until you know for sure. But I know in my heart. . . that you know she’s the one.” 

Jake was unusually quiet as you sat next to him at the very full dining room table. Both George and Olivia’s parents were there along with several other cousins, aunts and uncles. The drinks were flowing and so was the conversation. You were in a conversation with Jake’s grandmother, Bethany, talking about the history of the Seresin ranch. Grandma Bethany was a sweet woman, and liked to hold your hand while you talked. 

Jake felt like the room was suffocating. There were too many people, too many voices. The ring box that was sitting in his suitcase upstairs suddenly felt like it was going to catch the whole house on fire. Jake hadn’t really had a chance to digest the conversation he had with his mother until now, as he was sitting at the table surrounded by what could be his future. So he proposed to you, and then what. He would have to leave Boston College to follow you to USC. It was not guaranteed that he would find a job, and he could remember how hard it was to stay afloat on a grad student salary. He lived with four other people in a run-down house that surely had asbestos in the walls. 

After marriage, came kids. He looked as his three nephews came running into the room followed by his cousins. He had heard Kathlene and her husband Peter up late at night dealing with their newborn. Jake wasn’t sure if he could handle that. He was too scared of turning into the cold hearted man who sat at the head of the table. Jake couldn’t sit at the table any longer, he felt like he was going to choke and die on his own necktie. 

“Excuse me,” Jake said and pushed up from the table, throwing his napkin on his plate. You looked up at Jake as he made a dash for the front door. 

“I’ll go check on him,” You said and gently excused yourself from the table. 

Jake was half way down the driveway when you got outside. The night air had cooled off, and you wrapped your arms around your waist as you ran after him. Jake heard you calling his name but he didn’t stop as he kept walking towards the gate, towards freedom. He needed to get away from it all. 

“Hey!” You finally caught up to him, and grabbed his arm, “Would you-” 

“What the hell do you want!” Jake yelled, turning around to face you. You took a step back at his brash tone. 

“Are you okay? You just got up and left.” 

“I know what I did,” Jake sneered, “And no, I’m not okay. I left to get away from you.” Jake continued on walking down the driveway, with you hot on his heels. 

“Me? What did I do?” 

“Oh what haven’t you done,” Jake rolled his eyes. 

“What is going on, Jake? Talk to me. You have been off all-” 

“You’re not my fucking girlfriend, I don’t have to tell you what’s going on.” Jake stopped and faced you. His words were like a knife to your chest. Part of you knew that deep down, you weren’t more than just another girl to Jake, but hearing him say it outloud, hurt more than it should. You sniffled and turned your head away from him, “God! This is why I don’t do relationships! You are insufferable right now! I left to get air, to get away from you. What else do you want to fucking know?!” Jake started walking again. 

“I want to know why you keep doing this?”  You yelled after him. Jake stopped, “Why are you so scared to allow yourself to feel? Why are you scared to tell me what’s wrong? Why are you so scared to love me?” The last sentence you spoke was barely above a whisper, but Jake still heard it. And it still made his heart clench. 

“Cause I don’t,” Jake lies right through his teeth.

“You’re lying.” 

“I’m not,” Jake shook his head. 

“Then look me in the eye and say it,” Y/N steps forward, standing toe to toe, “Tell me that you don’t love me.” 

Jake looks her in the eye, “I don’t love you, Y/N.” You clenched your jaw, not backing down from Jake, “I’m leaving. I don’t want to see your face for the rest of the night.” 

You watched as Jake’s frame retreated down the driveway and to the gate. You wiped the tears from your eyes and looked around, seeing if anyone heard what happened. Amelia was standing up by the house, with a sad expression on her face as you returned. She didn’t need to tell you, but she had heard everything, it was the look on her face that gave it away. 

“I’ll tell them you aren’t feeling well and Jake is with you,” Amelia said and you nodded, “He doesn’t know how to let good things happen to him.” She gave you a gentle squeeze on your arm and you went upstairs to the bedroom you shared with Jake. 

It was well past late when Jake found his way home, smelling like the floor of a bar, but he was stone cold sober. He couldn’t bring himself to drink knowing the harsh words that he had said to you. None of it was true, not one single bit. Jake was in love with you. He was madly, deeply, stupidly in love with you. And it terrified him. He had never felt this love before. He wasn’t even really sure what to do with it. It amazed him how his heart could love one person so much like this. 

He stumbled up the stairs to his bedroom, pushing it open. He expected to see the outline of your body under the blankets. The scene that he had played out in his head was that he would come home, apologize, and tell you that he loves you. Instead, he was met with a perfectly made bed and a note laying on it. Jake quickly moved to the bed and picked up the note. 

‘Got an early flight home. Called a cab, don’t worry. Sorry I ruined your night- Y/N 

P.S check the desk’ 

Jake’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked over at the desk. A gift box, wrapped in beautiful white paper with a gold bow sat on top. Jake walked over to it and lifted the top of the box. He hung his head with guilt as he looked at the gift on the inside. Jake had only mentioned it once, that his Shakespear collection was missing one book. And somehow you managed to get him a first edition copy of Romeo and Juilet. Jake gently picked up the book, and held it against his chest.

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[caralara]

LT2 Faith In The Future Promo x Babygate

I’ve decided to make a post inspired by this lovely anon to keep track of all the babygate mentions / pushes during LT2 promo season in media, including the ones where he does not mention Freddie - to see just how often and in which context he’s brought up!

21 July 2022

TODAY Australia:  no Freddie mention

Sunrise Australia: 0:20″ seconds of a 2:53″ segment about “being a dad is Louis’ biggest achievement,” him talking about tour life and coming “home to Freddie and spend time with him” while shaking his head and struggling to get the name Freddie out, illustrated by 3 photos (infamous b&w photo, one of Freddie now (carbon copy) one of Louis “teaching” Freddie guitar, all highly recognisable) (wearing a polo he most likely purchased on the endclothing website)

The Project:  no Freddie mention Harry university course mention

25 July 2022

Will & Woody Podcast: no Freddie mention

Smallzy’s Surgery: no Freddie mention

Fifi, Fev and Nick on The Fox 1019: no Freddie mention

31 August 2022

Golden Discs: no Freddie mention

01 September 2022

Euphoria Zine: no Freddie mention, emphasis on happy, hopeful in spite of hardship (Harry mention)

Official Charts Interview: no Freddie mention

Los40 Spain: no Freddie mention

02 September 2022 

Secret Celebrity: no Freddie mention

Billboard: no Freddie mention

La Stampa: no Freddie mention

Cadena100 Spain: no Freddie mention

06 September 2022 

Radio Deejay Italia:  Louis brings up Freddie unprompted, saying he’s been on tour since February and had little gaps to go home to the UK or to LA where his son lives. He brings him up right after the radio hosts spent a good amount of time talking about the Beatles (which Louis has used to signal about babygate before. He’s also in a blue green outfit that day).

altpress: two paragraphs about Freddie, first mentioning him in connection to tragedies that seem to not give Louis a break ever, whenever things go his way something happens, his mum died of leukemia just a year “after his son Freddie Reign was born,” and made Louis feel like he was just treading water, life treating him unfairly. The second paragraph is all about Louis finding clarity during lockdown where he could “spend some quality time with his son, journeying between the U.K. and Los Angeles where he lives with his mother. There, he could put his “dad hat” on and have a purpose.” - painting a picture of a Louis split orderly in the middle between a devoted dad we don’t get to see and the “partyboy slob” Louis we know and love. There’s an emphasis of Louis not wanting pity, and focusing on better things, the hope and optimism for a good future combined in the title of his new record. Right after the first Freddie mention, it is described what Louis is wearing: “ Sporting a black-and-white colorblock hoodie” - chequers? Also why mention lol. (He’s again wearing Palace and Fred Perry Laurels for the cover shoot.)

07 September 2022

LADBible Snack Wars: Louis brings up Freddie unprompted, saying he’s making Mac’n’Cheese for his “little lad Freddie” a lot Louis we all know you’re an absolute disaster in the kitchen you’d ruin even macncheese (he is wearing a Palace jacket)

BBC The One: no Freddie mention

Today FM Ireland: no Freddie mention

Q Music Belgium: no Freddie mention

08 September 2022

Lorraine Kelly: 1:04″ of a 6:30″ segment spent talking about Freddie, Lorraine brings up Freddie’s age first, asks if he understands what a big deal his daddy is, Louis talks about Freddie being at LTWTLA1 and that he held up a self made banner (did he though?), was the “most emotional gig he’s done,” Lorraine says Louis splits his time between America and UK - of course - and Louis responds he hasn’t spent a lot of time at “home” (with airquotes) at all. The interview started off with talking about how the new album is a lot more positive, optimistic and hopeful in spite of hardship. (He’s wearing a shirt described by the label as the “perfect partner in crime”) [Lorraine is a format that talks a lot about private life / families / gossip about  celebs so very obvious they would ask about the child]

RTL Boulevard Netherlands: 0:37″ of a 2:17″ segment are about Freddie, including 4 photos (recognisable ones, them together, and one how Freddie looks like Louis) and Louis talking about how he takes him to parks and surfing although he’s not a good surfer himself so he doesn’t take him surfing yet because he has to take surf lessons before he can be the surf boss and hero for Freddie (???). (He’s wearing a white and black striped Palace polo shirt) [Again, this is a dutch “celeb life” programme, focused on private life and gossip.] 

NME Interview: no Freddie mention

LTHQ posts the LADBible Snack Wars bit with the Freddie mention

09 September 2022

Dork: no Freddie mention

13 September 2022

Formula 1: no Freddie mention (but F1? come on, also Kimi Räikkönen’s car number is 7)

The Late Late Show: no Freddie mention

15 September 2022

Good Morning America: no Freddie mention (host looked slightly caught off guard and stumbling over some words when they showed footage of The GMA Buzzing Interview)

16 September 2022

The Steve Duran Show: Louis brings up Freddie unprompted while talking about jetting between London & LA where his son lives, emphasising that he’s spending a lot of time in LA

94.3 Radio One India: no Freddie mention

106.1 BLI:  no Freddie mention

17 September 2022

BBC: “Even becoming a father to his first son, Freddie, in 2014 didn't force him into adulthood. "There was always an element of, when I was with Freddie, I'd put my adult dad hat on. And then, when I was doing my work or when I was with my mates, I'd be in a kind of limbo, really.” 2014? lol here again the talking points: split Louis, the one we see, the super devoted dad we don’t see, fans mean everything, he’s hopeful, had tragedies

19 September 2022 (Philadelphia)

98.5 KRZ Radio: no Freddie mention (a question about OTB being a fanmade queer anthem was edited out when posted on the website)

Radio Hot 97.1: no Freddie mention (he did talk about reading between the lines)

Morning Mashup SiriusXM: 1:22” min of a 8:48” segment talking about being a parent, interviewer asked if being a parent changed his way of writing, Louis says subconsciously, the two things are separate for him. Now he’s saying all the things he never wanted to say as a parent when he was a child. Mentioned the LA show, was the most emotional show, brought his own banner and is usually in bed by 7 (lol). On the video on demand website of the radio “On Being A Parent” is indicated as a chapter of the video.

96.5 TDY Q&A and Listening Party : no Freddie mention

20 September 2022 (Nashville)

1075 The River Cocktail party: no Freddie mention

Hot 106.7: no Freddie mention says there’s drama around the corner for Louis, always has to be one step ahead of the drama, wearing chequers

B104: no Freddie mention

21 September 2021 (Atlanta)

Power 96.1: no Freddie mention says his fans are great at solving puzzles

Q99.7: no Freddie mention

Hits 96 Lunch with Louis (Tennessee): no Freddie mention

22 September 2022 (Phoenix)

101.5 Live Interview and M&G: cancelled (fans were not informed whether they won or not, but had to show up in person to find out. There they were told Louis cancelled because he’s sick and he “was on his way straight to California” for other promo.

23 September 2022 (California)

103.7 KISS-FM: no Freddie mention says he’s tired, it is what it is, wearing Lacoste blue green polo

997 Now (CA):  no Freddie mention

94.9 WiLD (San Francisco): @stephron reported back this: “Sooo there was a fan question asking if he was a good cook and he replied that he’s not and all he can make for his son is cheesy pasta…so a reiteration of what he said on LADbible. Someone asked him before that what he would be if he wasn’t a singer and he said a teacher because he’s good with kids. He hesitated noticably when he went to elaborate and tbh I thought he was going to mention F but he said it was because he had so many siblings.” X

24 September 2022 (Portland)

Live 95.5: no Freddie mention

25 September 2022

BBC Radio1: no Freddie mention

27 September 2022

Zach Sang: very interesting right off the bat. First Freddie mention comes with Zach mentioning he is Louis’ Future when talking about what Future means to Louis. Louis is caught off guard but then quickly says “yeah, yeah the kid is the future!” then, later on, when Zach mentions he saw Louis in LA, Louis goes into asking him which night to not wait for him to answer just to say “my son was there” and to talk about this beautiful emotional moment he had with Freddie, locking eyes with him (backpedalling bc how do you do that at the YouTube theater lol it’s way too far and dark). He’s eloquent and goes into detail about how Freddie goes to bed at 7 usually. Then later on, Zach again brings up Freddie, asking if he’s part in shaping his idea of success, and again Louis is caught off guard and stumbles over his words, stuttering and rambling. It seems clear he’s confident in talking about him when he’s initiating but swimming when someone else brings it up non-planned. He also doesn’t see him in his future, keeps forgetting about him there, or with the song writing. Extremely interesting as well is that the Freddie bit is the first (only?) snippet posted to Zach‘s TikTok. He also seems to be awfully concerned about his arse tattoo being seen by new people in situations where he’s about to get frisky with them: two questions - what about eleanormegirlfriend? And in which hetero context is his arse the first thing you see when taking his clothes off for sex?

Hits Radio UK - My Teenage Self:  no Freddie mention

12 October 2022 

The Night Show With Mitch Churi Australia: 0:40″ min of a 8:47″ segment talked about Freddie: Interviewer brought him up saying “yeah and you’re a dad now” hasn’t he been a dad for almost 7 years?? in response to gaining new perspective on everything in Bigger Than Me, then stumbling about “having my own ... child.”

14 October 2022

Kompas Indonesia: no Freddie mention

15 October 2022

Soccer AM: no Freddie mention

Ask Me Anything Chat: no Freddie mention

17 October 2022

Virgin Radio Paris: no Freddie mention

NRJ Paris: short Freddie mention squeezed in at the end, when talking about living between LA and London

Music Week:  no Freddie mention

18 October 2022

JAM FM Germany: no Freddie mention

Late Night Berlin: no Freddie mention

Listening Party RTL / JAMFM Berlin: Louis mentions fatherhood to be his biggest achievement in his private life - wearing a „Palace“ jacket (Reign, Queen=Freddie)

19 October 2022

Bild Germany: tbd

20 October 2022

La Resistencia: no Freddie mention

24 October 2022

WR Germany: no Freddie mention

25 October 2022

GQ Spain: Louis mentions Freddie and becoming a dad as one of the changes he’s gone through which inspired Bigger Than Me

31 October 2022

Los40 Spain: The headline is about Freddie hearing the album first. Louis says Freddie is the first one to hear a few songs off Faith In The Future after Olli (loli 5ever) and that he would probably like Out Of My System most just like how he liked Kill My Mind best off Walls.

2 November

The UK Times: big emphasis on fatherhood - Freddie mentioned in the subheader: „The former One Direction star on going it alone, fatherhood and his love of Bargain Hunt“ and the summary: „He has a son, Freddie, six, from a previous relationship with the stylist Briana Jungwirth, and lives in north London.“

05 November 2022

Corriere Della Sera Italy: no Freddie mention

07 November 2022

NRJ Austria: no Freddie mention

Copy Paste Articles: Louis Tomlinson finds parenting to be challenging. About 100+ copy paste articles flooded Louis' Google News results right as he announced ONO shows. They all consist of mashed up quotes by Louis about Freddie from previous interviews. The last time this happened was with the "carbon copy" narrative, articles flooding like this right before boobgate was kicked off

08 November 2022

Focus Online Germany: no Freddie mention

09 November 2022

Official Charts: no Freddie mention

The Telegraph: Freddie gets mentioned right after they talk about Louis taking responsibility for his family, and in the next breath says “I don’t want people to feel fucking sorry for me” again setting up the tone for how he is to be dealt with during the scandal by connecting that wish with Freddie.

10 November

Rolling Stones Twitch Live: interviewer brings up Freddie seemingly out of nowhere and Louis rattles off his Freddie talking points: didn't realise Louis was a celebrity, immediately goes to talking about his sisters instead, Freddie went to the LA show and made Louis emotional with a banner, listened to his singles and liked them

Swiss 20min: no Freddie mention

11 November 2022

Metro UK: no Freddie mention

102.7 KIIS FM: 0:20" of 37:05" interview: mentions Freddie to be the reason to make LTWTLA the best performance of his life, made him emotional, seeing him

KKBOX Western: tbd

Hitz Malaysia: no Freddie mention

ET Canada: 1:50" segment of a 8:52" interview about Freddie. 5 seconds into the interview, interviewer says Louis is a dad, Louis says he's changed to become more mature. Later, interviewer brings up LTWTLA, says he was looking for him, then spotted him, he had the banner, it made him emotional. Dad life and musician life separated, he's a strict dad (that's new!)

ZDF Germany Leute Heute: 0:28“ of a 2:26“ Segment about Freddie. Needs to put the dad hat on even though he doesn't feel fully grown up yet.

Z100 New York: 1"20 segment of 14"03 interview about him maturing through fatherhood, says Freddie got into music in the past 18 months 👀 also makes a 180° turn and says he keeps his private life private (says he's not telling us what Chicago is about)

SiriusXM Morning Mashup: 0:30" segment of a 12"10 interview. Louis brings up Freddie himself, when saying he's two different people on tour and when a dad, waking up early. Adding more details! (well done on the research! We need those details to make it more believable!)

LADBible: no Freddie mention

Fallon Tonight: no Freddie mention

Due to link limit all mentions and links from 12 November 2022 on will be archived in a reblog.

I will edit to add as we go through this promo season, but as of now, we have 29 / 91 Freddie mentions during interviews for LT2 Faith in the Future promo, all of them seem out of place if you pay close attention (why would you advertise your album with your six year old son after supposedly crying for privacy before?), and on almost every single occasion he signals through clothing / topics. I believe it wasn’t pre-discussed that the interviewer would bring up Freddie, as Louis got caught pretty off guard and wasn’t signalling with his clothes. The interviewer did say he watched a lot of recent videos and clips of him before the interview, so I guess he saw that big fat Freddie segment from Australian morning TV as his preparation for the interview.

Depending on the format, they either have predetermined talking points and provided images and visuals, like for Lorraine and RTL, where the programme focuses more on celeb gossip, or he finds ways to inject a Freddie mention into the segment himself (ladbible, radio deejay,...). LTHQ posting that snippet of the ladbible segment though is extremely telling. They are using narration points they know fans will recognise and are backed up by fan videos etc, like the LTWTLA1 show. It’s also interesting that Louis rarely mentions Freddie when fans are present like in Q&As and M&Gs.

There are a few talking points that crystallize this promo run:

my fans are the best and I’m eternally grateful for and to them (fan service)

Faith in the Future was a phrase he chose before the pandemic and is his, that he felt a connection to it, it spoke to him, a magnetism, and he likes to share it to mean something hopeful but is adamant about it being around since about 6 months before lockdown (Future Is Now = Faith In The Future = The End Plan developed before lockdown started?)

Silver Tongues is his favourite song

Chicago is half his own experiences, half theoretical

Freddie: 

goes to bed at 7 (!)

Louis makes him Mac’n’cheese

LTWTLA Moment was emotional, referencing moments the fandom knows (Christmas, Park: right after interview park photos get spread in the fandom)

Dad hat VS Musician hat: keeps professional life & private life apart, fans don’t really get to see him being the devoted dad he is

travels a lot between London & LA bc of Freddie

Freddie loves his music

Louis compares how Freddie sees his fame to his sisters' reactions

They are also setting the tone for how to handle the scandal: they are putting a lot of emphasis on how positive and hopeful Louis is now, after achieving some sort of clarity during lockdown, that in the face of tragedies he just wants to focus on the positive and move on, and definitely wants NO pity - and that he seems to never get a break, when things are finally going his way, tragedies hit. Incredible set up for those couple of months between this FitF promo cycle ending early 2023 and before the tour starts - and fans will already have bought the tickets and have time to calm down. It will also allow for him to withdraw, regroup, and then carry on like he’s been saying: he will look gracious, strong and congruent to his words. No one will take it badly that he keeps on enjoying his life and success after the scandal breaks after a period of privacy. It is genius and I am so excited for this to unravel. They are really, really good.

To the end, my friends. Faith in the Future - and The Future Is Now!

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[steph-answers]

[ she pulls into her house’s driveway, the lights all off. she steps out, fishing her keys out from her pocket, ]

“do you wanna get something to eat? i make an incredible mac’n’cheese.”

[ she asks peter, yawning. ]

@ring-ring-its-pete

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[fridaysteak]

22/07/2022

Ribeye steak with mac’n’cheese and peas

#ribeyesteak #ribeye #steak #mac’n’cheese #macaronicheese #peas

[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

Uncle Eldis

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: Yes! - anon

Prompt: When your friends ask you and Elvis to watch the kids during their date night, you’re not sure Elvis will be on board. But, things turn out much differently than you expected. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: k i d s lmao just kidding none!

Rating: Pg (SO. SOFT.)     ||     Word Count: 1943

A/N: I straight thought this was gonna be so short but it became ADORABLE SO QUICK. domestic themes usually aren't my thing...but i FW this so hard. elvis just needs to be domestic i don't make the rules ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Read part two here!

🦋 mila

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If you're being honest with yourself, you know that Elvis has never been the best with kids. You love him very much, but he isn't necessarily domestically inclined. Especially not recently with all the shows he's been playing. He isn't the type to settle down with a family and children. The mere fact that he had married you is shocking to a large portion of the world — and devastating to his fans.

You, on the other hand, have always been great with kids. You don't know exactly what it is about you that draws them in, but they just gravitate toward you. You’ve never had a problem talking to a toddler about anything.

When your friends asked you and Elvis to watch their kids while they went out for date night, you knew it would be an interesting conversation. At first, Elvis had protested profusely.

“I don’t want no goddamn kids runnin around my house! Knockin things over, destroyin things! No,” he’d shouted.

It had taken some convincing and a lot of badgering. But eventually, after you'd reminded him that he used to let his younger cousin Billy run wild through the house all the time just a few years ago, he agreed to go along with it.

“It’ll only be for a few hours, babe,” you’d said, and he’d waved his hand dismissively as he sat down at the piano to write a song.

The hour had finally come and the doorbell rings while you're reading on the couch. Elvis is watching television next to you. You snap your book closed and jump to attention, going to answer the door. When you swing it open to see the faces of your friends and their two little toddlers, you smile.

“Well hi there!” you say enthusiastically and wave at the kids.

“Thank you so much for doing this,” your friend, Angie, says.

“You have no idea how much this helps us out,” agrees her husband, John, with a chuckle.

“Of course. It’s not a problem. Is it honey?” you ask as Elvis comes to stand next to you. He smiles, tight-lipped, and shakes John’s hand firmly.

“Well we’d better get going or we’ll be late!” Angie says, and you can see the enthusiasm on her face. Her energy os practically tangible. You know it has been years since she and John had a moment alone together.

“Have fun! Don’t worry about a thing. We’ll take good care of them,” you shout as they leave. Closing the door, you turn to the kids. There is a girl, named Jessie, and a boy, Pete. You kneel down to get on their level and smile.

“Are you guys hungry? How about a special treat for dinner?”

They both nod vigorously, and you grab their hands, taking them into the kitchen. Elvis trots along nervously, hanging in the background. You help both kids up onto the barstools at the kitchen counter and lean over it to get their ideas for dinner.

“Alright, kids, what’s your favorite foods? You like mac’n’cheese? Or we could do peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?”

“I don’t like jelly!” shouts Jessie, folding her arms over her chest. “I like pizza.”

“I don’t want it!” shout Pete, slamming his little fists onto the table. “Pizza!”

You smile up at Elvis and turn to open the freezer.

“Sorry, guys, I don’t think we have pizza…” you say, peering around the boxes stuffed high in the tiny square. “What about…umm…”

“You could make 'em my sandwich,” you turn when you hear Elvis speak up. He's in the very back of the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. You smile.

“What’s a yoursam-san-sa…” Pete tries to ask, not sure what exactly he's trying to say.

“Your Uncle Elvis has a special sandwich. It’s a peanut butter sandwich with bananas and bacon on it,” you explain, leaning close to them. "Also known as heartburn on bread."

You mutter the last part under your breath, glancing up at your husband. Both of the kids' faces light up and they clap their hands.

“Eldis sammich!” cries Pete and Jessie giggles, holding her fingers up to her mouth.

You smile and beck Elvis over.

“Alright, well Uncle Eldis,” you say, trying not to laugh, “is gonna have to help me make it the right way.”

He sighs but trods over to you anyway, starting to grab things out of the fridge. You trade off tasks; you cook the bacon and slice bananas while Elvis toasts bread and slathers peanut butter on it.

“Hey, kids, do y’all wanna hear a song?” you ask, nudging Elvis with your hip. He shakes his head, but the hint of a smile rests on his face.

“Moo-sic moo-sic!” Pete shrieks with joy.

“I like songs! Song, song!” Jessie joins, clapping her fat, stubby little fingers together.

“You heard them, Uncle Eldis,” you say, chuckling. “This is the show of your life. Toughest audience you’ll ever perform in front of.”

He shakes his head, but you can see the toothy grin on his face just by glancing at him. He starts to sing, his voice ringing out deep and clear in the kitchen. He goes with Hound Dog, and the kids love it. They shriek and clap through the entire song. By the time he sings the last note, he's holding a spatula like a microphone and fully facing the kids to give them a real performance. You giggle and slide the two plates in front of the children.

While they eat, you and Elvis get your own dinners and play a game of I Spy with the kids. After dinner, you neglect to clean up, too excited to play the games from your childhood. You leave the dishes dirty in the sink and decide to play freeze tag in the backyard before the sun goes down.

At first, Elvis is really not into it. He jogs half-heartedly around the backyard until you're up to be the tagger. You get Jessie first and then Pete. You make eye contact with Elvis from across the yard, and you can see the fear in his eyes. You chase him around, laughing and trying not to hurt yourself or the kids as you zip around in figure-eights and circles. He starts to sprint, actually playing the game now. But he, too, is laughing and you eventually catch up to him, tackling him to the ground in a fit of breathless chuckles. The next thing you know, both kids have piled on and you're all rolling around on the ground together.

You need a rest after that and decide to play hide and seek inside. You let Jessie be the seeker while Pete, Elvis, and you all hide. At first, you and Elvis go for the same hiding spot, but you just beat him there.

“Sorry, finder’s keepers!” you say in an arrogant tone, sticking your tongue out playfully. You pull the curtains to the closet in front of your face.

“I’ll getcha back for that, sugar,” he says, sprinting away to find somewhere else to hide.

You wait for what feels like forever before finally coming out of your spot. You quietly sneak down the stairs to find Pete and Jessie both holding each of Elvis’ hands, dragging him around the house to search for you. You laugh out loud and shrug.

“Does this mean I win?”

Elvis’ head whrils toward you, and he looks relieved to see you. You come down the stairs and fake a yawn.

“Oh my,” you say, winking at Elvis, “I’m just so tired. Are you kids feeling tired?”

Jessie shakes her head with a big grin, but Pete copies your yawn.

“How about we watch a film on the television?” you ask, and both kids nod happily.

You flick on the tv and find one of Elvis’ old movies playing. You sit first and just as Elvis is about to sit down, Jessie slides in next to you and cuddles up to your arm. You glance up at Elvis and shrug. He scoots over and sits next to Pete, who curls up underneath his armpit. You all start watching the film together.

Jessie makes it slightly longer than Pete, but both kids are asleep by about an hour into the movie. You glance over quickly to see Pete, fast asleep, nestled next to Elvis. Elvis’ arm is stretched out on the couch, just gently brushing your shoulder with his fingertips. Your eyes blink back to the tv, but you can feel him looking at you.

Elvis can’t believe how beautiful you look. His eyes flick down to the small little girl, fast asleep on your arm, and images of you as a loving parent flipped through his brain. Everything in that moment is so domestic. So in contrast to everything he thought his life could be up to that point. Suddenly, it all seems possible. Having a family, having children, being a real family. A healthy family. It might possible, after all.

He reaches up, careful not to disturb the kids, and gently touches your arm. You lazily glance back at him and smile warmly. He returns your expression and leans forward to slide his palm onto your face. You lean into it, closing your eyes and sighing contentedly. He strokes your cheek for a moment before the doorbell jump you both back into reality.

You wake the kids up as Elvis goes to open the door.

“How was it?” Angie asks as the kids both run to their mother, laughing. She glances up at you with a pained expression. “Were they alright?”

“They were angels. Truly,” you reply, coming to stand next to Elvis. You wind your arm around his waist, and his threads through your elbow to do the same.

“Again, we can’t thank you enough for doing this. Thank you so much. Alright, kids, say goodbye to Uncle Elvis and Aunt Y/N.”

The kids run to hug you, but only for a moment. When they hug Elvis, on the other hand, they refuse to let go. Angie laughs and pries them off. Elvis looks extremely uncomfortable and laughs nervously. You giggle.

“I’m sorry. I guess you really made an impression on them,” John says through laughs.

Elvis just nods.

“Thank you again!” Angie says, as they usher the kids out of the house.

“Not a problem. Drive safe.” Elvis responds, closing the door as they left. When he turns, you throw your arms around his shoulders and give him a knowing look.

“See, that wasn’t so bad after all, was it, Uncle Eldis?” you ask with a giggle.

“Hear that?” he says and points up. You look up and then shoot him a confused face. “Silence. Heavenly silence.”

You laugh, playfully slapping his chest. You gaze warmly at him for a few moments before he speaks again.

“No, it wasn’t that bad. It was actually…sorta nice,” he responds, and your eyebrows shot up.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he replies softly, a reminiscent smile settling gently. “Seeing how good you were with ‘em. How lovin you are. You looked jus like a lil mama. I forgot, actually, for a second, that those weren’t our babies. It sorta made me think about…what life could be like if we had our own lil spoiled brats runnin around the place.”

“Oh, Elvis Presley, are you saying you want my babies?”

He smirks, looking up and down your figure. He bites his lip.

“Oh yeah, I want your babies.”

“Well, what are you waiting for, daddy?”

He pounces, and you scream with laughter as he chases you up the stairs to the bedroom.

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[emmedoesntdomath]

writing harley keener: a synopsis

I’ve spent a (frankly embarrassing) amount of time writing this dumbass. so, in respect to this, I’ve broken down who he is and how that affects his characterization at different points in his life. enjoy.

HARLEY KEENER

age 1-7: don’t give him a pov. you’ll just make a fool of yourself.

age 7-11: snarky, cynical little shit who’s entirely unimpressed with the world around him (affectionate). he doesn’t know when to shut up, and will candidly inform you that his father doesn’t care about him. he insists he’s too old for stupid things like superheroes, but there’s a notebook under his bed with stickers and drawings of iron man. he eats an unhealthy amount of mac’n’cheese. 

age 11-13: tony stark breaks into his garage, it becomes his personality for the next two years. he smiles a bit more, gets punched a little less. it’s the first time he’s seriously interested in mechanics. twelve different versions of potato guns are made. 

age 13-15: boy has discovered redbull, and it’s done wonders for his adhd. the tony craze has worn off slightly, but not by much. the best term to describe this era is “smart idiot”. has a very strong obsession with nirvana. he builds a robot that flies, calls it anthony. maturity is at an all time low. 

age 15-17: ✨depression✨ (cue dark, contemplative poetry about death and abandonment and angsty music playing in alleyways as he gets into more and more fights. his nose gets broken a record number of three times. he drinks and smokes and there’s scars up and down his arms. send help.) 

age 17-21: he likes life more. not writing essays about death and darkness and despair. probably going to college, probably making his first real friends. learned how to play the guitar, regretted learning how to play the guitar. stops going to church. has a morally questionable amount of hair. 

age 21 and beyond: he’s not okay all the time, but he’s over trying to be. sworn off alcohol, has a nicotine patch on the inside of his forearm. he has a comfortable amount of friends, and facetimes his sister on the weekends. wears stained tshirts and jeans and old hoodies. the new york times calls him the new tony stark, harley calls himself a mechanic. 

in summary: he changes. shit happens. don’t make him sound like he’s 25 at age 12. if you don’t know if he would have said it, ask yourself if a young tony stark would have said it. you’re doing great.

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[nightfallwaters]

Cole Cassidy as a CG

He will be very affectionate if you let him be.

He’s more of a fun guy unlike when he ACTUALLY takes care of you.

He can play around and comfort you but the second you ask for Mac’N’Cheese he will burn down the kitchen. ( you might wanna ask someone else for that- )

He’s grumpy during mornings so you might wanna be careful until he fully wakes up because he might get upset.

When he’s out doing something like work he’ll bring you back a gift like a plushie or something you like.

If your not afraid of motorcycles he’ll take you out on little dates like a picnic or an aquarium.

Even though he SUCKS in the kitchen he’ll still try to make your favorite drink. And once he gets it right he’ll be so proud of himself.

If blockbuster still existed he would get movies all the time for you.

He’s more of a guy that’ll do things with you daytime compared to any other time.

I’ll probably Widowmaker or Mercy next! 🩶

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