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Chapter 3: Listen to Your Heart

John "Bucky" Egan x Ruth Morgan (OFC)

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A/N: I'm so glad y'all are enjoying the series!! Thank you so much for reading!! Us Callum girlies sure got some...cough cough...quality content in episode four, that's for sure! Let me know what you think, and go read the other half of the story using the link below!!! this wonderful gif is by @zsuo!

Collab: On a Wing and a Prayer by @footprintsinthesxnd

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August 3rd, 1943

Ruthie, Since Saturday night, you have rarely left my mind. I replay the dance in my head, trying to commit every detail to memory. I love being around you, Ruth. I couldn’t imagine the night going any better than it did, and I’m so glad that you stepped outside of your comfort zone to come with me. Curt’s been giving me a hard time about embarrassing you when I sang, but I told him you loved it, even if I sound like a “dying animal” in Buck’s words. Speaking of Buck, I’ve decided to never let him live down Saturday’s condom incident with Hope. Hugh sure isn’t letting it go, so I can’t help but join in on the fun. Despite that, I think he had a great time with her, even though he’s a total stick in the mud. I can’t believe they didn’t dance, Ruthie! Our dance was my favorite part of the night, besides how we said goodnight, of course.

I would really like to see you again soon, Ruth. It’s no secret that I’m taken with you, and I think you feel the same. We’re spending the next few weeks replacing crews and forts, so we won’t be too busy. If you’re able, please stop by and pay me a visit. At the sight of your sweet, kind smile, and the feeling of your hand in mine, my worries seem to disappear. The only worry left in my mind is that my efforts to convert you to a Yankees fan won’t be successful. I hold onto the hope that you’ll see that the Braves are terrible and that the Yankees are the better team. The Braves went 11 and 18 this past month, and my amazing team went 21 and 11. You can’t argue against stats, slugger. I hope this won’t affect your feelings toward me because then we might have a problem. I can’t wait to see you again soon. Please stay safe up there for me. Your Hotshot, Johnny Egan

August 6th, 1943

Dear John, I am happy to hear that you and the boys are finally getting a break. When we were at the dance, I knew y’all were exhausted, but you sure didn’t show it, Major. You danced and sang like there was no tomorrow, and I had more fun than I had in a long while in your arms. Don’t worry about what Curt or Buck said. I loved your singing, even if it was slightly off-key and very loud. You might have embarrassed me, but seeing you in your element was worth it. Every time I think back to that night, my heart begins to race and I can’t help but smile at the thought of you. I’m so very grateful that you decided to bring me along. Somehow you manage to turn me into a giddy, blushing teenager every time you cross my mind. Our kiss is a cherished memory of mine, and forgive me for being forward, but I hope that we can make more of such memories in the future. Hope had an amazing time with Gale at the dance, and apparently, he wasn’t as much of a “stick in the mud” as you think. I’m sworn to secrecy, but know that they are very fond of each other already. When we got back to Grove the day after the dance, we told Frank what happened with…the incident, and he thought it was hilarious! He even said that he “did his job well,” whatever that means. I would love nothing more than to come see you, but sadly, I don’t know when I’ll be able. Casualties from Italy are getting worse with the invasion of Sicily underway, and we’ve been on runs almost every day since we got back from the dance. Regardless of this, the first chance we get, Hope and I will make our way up to Thorpe Abbotts. I can’t wait to see you again, Johnny, but the blatant slander against the Braves might damage your chances of getting another kiss. We’ll just have to agree to disagree on this because I promise you I am not going to be converted. After all, a little friendly rivalry never hurt anyone, right? Don’t hurt yourself falling off your bike during your break. Yours, Ruth Morgan P.S. I would like to meet Meatball the next time I visit the base!

Sunday, August 8th, 1943: Thorpe Abbotts AAF Base, Norwich

The mess hall buzzed with energy as Buck and Johnny sat at breakfast with Curt, who slowly moved his powdered eggs around on his plate with his fork.

“I can’t eat this shit anymore,” he groaned, pushing the plate away from him.

John took a slow sip of his “coffee,” raising an eyebrow at the man. “Then don’t eat it.”

“Oh wow,” Biddick quipped. “What a great idea, Bucky. I’d never thought of that.”

The major smirked behind his mug and shot his friend a wink. Buck watched on in amusement, used to the two going back and forth as he and John did.

Leaning his elbows on the table, Curt leaned over the table toward John with a teasing glare. “Have you heard anything from Ruthie? Has she mentioned me? I thought I made a good first impression the other night.”

“Hmm,” Johnny hummed, pursing his lips for a moment before pointing at Biddick. “That’s Nurse Morgan to you, you dodo. I’m surprised you even remember anything from the dance with how drunk you were.”

“Oh I couldn’t forget a face like that,” he chuckled.

John’s eyes narrowed playfully as he clasped his hands together and leaned on the table. “Well it’s a good thing for me that she could forget yours, then,” he clapped back. “And you’re not the one she kissed goodnight.”

Buck rolled his eyes and continued to eat his breakfast as Egan’s loud, wide-mouthed cackle echoed through the mostly quiet mess hall. Curt then turned to Gale with a raised brow. “How about Hope-”

“Nope,” Buck interrupted calmly, raising his cup and taking a sip of his steaming coffee.

The other two men watched him as a tiny grin formed on the Major’s lips. Although he didn’t talk about it much, they could tell Buck had already developed deep feelings for the woman.

Raising his eyebrows at Curt, John grinned. “Oh boy.”

“You’ve got it bad, Buck,” Biddick laughed, his hand landing on Gale’s shoulder roughly. “You gotten a reply to your letter yet?”

Thinking of the perfectly folded letter from Ruth he’d picked up that morning sitting in his breast pocket, John smiled down at his food, warmth spreading through him at the thought of the blonde. Buck, however, pursed his lips and shook his head at the question.

“I actually haven’t written her yet,” he sighed, running a hand down his face. “I want-”

“What!?” Johnny all but yelled, his eyes widening as coffee almost spewed from his mouth. “Why the hell not, Buck? I already sent one to Ruth and got a response.”

Gale groaned and put down his fork with a clink. “Because of Hugh.”

“Why are you so worried about Charlie?” Curtis asked, wearing a confused expression.

“Because he’s in my squadron. And he’s her brother.”

John pointed and leaned over the table at him. “Hope’s a big girl, Buck. She can make her own decisions. Screw what Hugh says.”

“But-” Gale started but was once again cut off by Bucky.

“He’s gonna hate you even more if he thinks you're leading her on. You not sending Hope a letter isn’t making anything better,” he said, a smirk beginning to tug at his lips as he continued. “On top of the condom situation.”

John and Curt busted out into chuckles as Buck just groaned, closing his eyes tightly. “Oh, please don’t remind me.”

The ideal chatter was disturbed by the door to the mess hall swinging back on its hinges with a crash, followed by heavy footfall as Hugh all but stormed through the building like a tornado. He snatched a mug off a table and poured himself a steaming cup of black coffee before marching past the trio, staring daggers at Gale who looked up worriedly from his breakfast.

Curt’s eyes followed the man as he walked in, muttering under his breath, “Speak of the devil.”

"Good morning to you, too, Sparky," John called out with a small wave as he walked by, only to be met with deafening silence from the other pilot.

Hugh's harsh glare was burning a hole in the back of Gale’s skull and he thought any second now he’d come into his brain and it would be lights out.

“You’ve really pissed him off this time, Buck, and you didn’t even get his sister into bed,” John laughed heartily, taking a long swig from his whiskey and coffee, it was most likely more whiskey than coffee but Gale humored him.

“Will you give it a rest? I’m already getting it from Hugh without your added input,” Gale stabbed aggressively at his scrambled eggs, willing the eyes of the room to stop looking at him.

Curt snorted beside him, waving his fork around. “Well, I’m telling you boys, if I’d have had Hope in my arms and she’d bought condoms with her, let’s just say she wouldn’t have been going back home with them.”

That was the final straw.

Gale slammed his fist down on the table, ignoring the way Johnny jumped in his seat, spilling his coffee over the table, and the way several chunks of his scrambled egg disappeared onto the floor.

“You say anymore slander about my girl, Biddick and I swear…”

“Your girl, Buck?” John raised his right eyebrow, an amused smirk on his lips as his mustache twitched. “She’s your girl and you haven’t even written her yet?”

Sometimes Gale wished he could rip that stupid mustache off John’s face, but he kept his cool.

It would seem that Hugh had heard the whole commotion. His chair screeching back from the table, he stomped up between the tables once more, his glare never leaving Gale until the door slammed shut behind him.

Buck groaned, unsure if it was in relief or at the impending doom that he was likely to suffer if this debacle continued. Without a second thought, he excused himself from the table, ignoring the calls of protest from John and Curt, and hurried after Hugh.

“Hugh! Hugh, wait up. Please, I want to talk to you,” Gale jogged after the tall brunette whose face turned sour the instant he noticed him.

The door quickly closed behind him, and Curt looked at the major across from him with a guilty expression. “I was just joking, Bucky. I would never-”

“Ahh don’t worry about it,” John said as he sipped on his coffee. “He knows that. Like you said, Buck’s got it bad and this thing with Hugh has been eating at him since Saturday.”

Biddick nodded to himself, his eyes lingering on the door. “Do you think Hugh’ll let it go?”

“For Buck’s sake, I do…I think he will. Doesn’t mean I won’t still rag Buck about it, though.”

“Yeah,” Curt mumbled, staring down at his plate.

Neither man spoke for a few moments, each lost in their thoughts until Bucky wiped his mouth with his napkin and stood up. “I’ve got a letter to write. See you later, Curt.”

“I never thought I’d live to see the day,” Biddick replied. “Bucky Egan writing a love letter. Looks like Buck isn’t the only one who’s got it bad.”

John tugged his white-fleece jacket back into place and chuckled at his friend. “Don’t go all soft on me.”

“I think it suits you, John. Really,” he urged, a soft smile on his lips. “You seem happier.”

Staring at him for a moment, Bucky didn’t quite know how to respond. He felt happier. He had something to look forward to other than getting drunk at the bar or the adrenaline rush he got when the sound of .50 cal brownings echoed through his fort. John placed his cap back on his head, and with a curt nod, turned toward the door.

His tie suddenly became too tight around his throat as he pushed through the doors into the cool English air, and he quickly loosened it, letting it hang limply as he took a deep breath. In that moment, John Egan had a profound realization.

Since he came over to England in May, he had been simply going through the motions, replaying the same days over and over: Wake up…Fly forts…Bomb targets…Get drunk…Show a woman a good time…then start the cycle again the next day. For someone with such a passionate personality, he lacked the feeling that he so deeply desired. Curt could vouch for this, being the one to knock some feeling back into him a few months back on the wing of Mugwump.

But since that day in July when the nurses landed on their small base in East Anglia, feeling had slowly been creeping back into his life. He first felt it when Ruth caught him staring, and was soon captivated by her dimpled smile and capable personality. The numbness that had become so familiar to him faded into the background when she was near, her laughter shaking free his heart a little more each time it left her lips.

He was alive with Ruth. More alive than he felt when ME-109s whizzed past him or when flack shook his fort. More alive than when he unbuttoned a woman’s dress and laid her down. More alive than the burning sensation that traveled down his throat when he downed another shot at the bar.

Over the past few weeks, the blonde nurse had somehow burrowed into his jaded exterior and broken down the walls he didn’t even know existed.

John’s mind reeled as he silently mounted his bike and rode to the base HQ. The ride passed in a blur, and before he knew it, he was sitting at his desk, staring down at the blank sheet of paper before him. He hadn’t had a problem writing her before, so why was this any different?

How was he supposed to convey such profound feelings in a letter?

He started simply, letting his mind imagine her there beside him.

“Dear Ruth.”

Thursday, August 12, 1943: Termini Imerese, Sicily, Italy

“You ready girls!” Frank called over his shoulder, glancing as Hope and Ruth took the stretcher from the medics below them and loaded the last wounded soldier onto the rack. Hope pulled out her flight manifest and checked off the final patient to board. The young boy reached out, grasping her hand.

“Nurse,” his voice cracking as he tried to grab her attention. He was so young, barely eighteen years old. His bright blue eyes, glossy and hazy, gazed up at her.

“Yes, My Love,” Hope crouched down, clasping the boy's hand in one of hers while her other brushed away his brunette locks from his face. She tried to stop her eyes from drifting down his body to where only stumps of his legs remained, the burnt flesh wrapped neatly in crisp bandages.

“You’re an angel,” he whispered and Hope smiled sweetly at him, squeezing his hand. “When I write home, I’m gonna tell my Momma ‘bout you.”

A single tear trickled down her cheek and she leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead and watching until he drifted off to sleep. His delicate, young features were no longer etched with worry, and the hard lines across his forehead softened as the morphine began to take effect.

Hope turned, watching as Ruth comforted one of the other young men further down the plane who had managed to remove some of his bandages.

“Hey, don’t do that, you need those,” Ruth tutted quietly, helping the Private sit up a little so she could secure fresh, white bandages around his bloody arm. The poor boy grumbled under his breath as Ruth tucked in the end. “Now leave ‘em be, okay?”

The young boy nodded, shifting uncomfortably in his cot. They weren’t the most comfortable racks, just cool metal bars lining the hammock-like beds that swayed as the C-47 rocked through the sky.

Hope took her seat beside Ruth, who had finished trying to redress the soldier's wounds, smiling briefly at her friend, who wore the same exhausted expression she did.

“I can’t wait to get back to the Grove. I need a warm bath and my bed,” Ruth mumbled, stretching out her aching muscles that screamed against the tension in her body.

“Oh don’t say that, Rue. We’ve still got to drop these poor boys off at the hospital in Mateur.” Ruth just groaned in response.

The dance with the boys had been their last outing in a while. It was the last time Hope hadn’t felt completely exhausted. She’d been relaxed, able to let go, and safe in Gale’s arms.

This trip had been hard. The plane was at full capacity and when they arrived on the airfield at Termini Imerese, Sicily, they were instantly thrown into action. The girls disappeared into the makeshift hospitals that lined the airfield, the white tents flapping in the harsh wind that did little to cool the heat from the scorching midday sun.

Hope and Ruth conferred with the surgeons, assessing and stabilizing patients that were safe to fly, meaning that many of the young men with head injuries or who had suffered significant blood loss would be unable to fly due to the unpressurized aircraft cabins. Many of the men didn’t have emergency medical tags, so the girls had to make their own assessments for many of the patients.

The thrumming roar of the C-47’s engine erupting to life always brought a great sense of comfort to Hope, along with an impending sense of fear in unison. This job, while rejuvenating her youth through the exhilarating flights and the lives they saved, aged her with each passing moment spent in the air, because after every successful landing she was left with the feeling that although they had saved lives, they couldn’t save them all. This weighed heavily on both of the women.

Frank and his fellow pilot chatted hastily in the cockpit, their muffled voices cracking through over the radio. As soon as the plane leveled out Hope and Ruth stood, each taking a side of the plane and beginning the checkups on their patients, recording their temperature, pulse, and respiration as well as checking there was no strike through of blood from their dressings. The girls worked quickly, only conferring on their patients' conditions.

It always amazed Hope how quickly their work changed them, on the flight over Ruth had been once again telling her about the letter she’d received from John. Hope feared she could probably quote Ruth’s letter herself by now, but she never complained, pleased that Ruth was finally coming out of herself.

Hope had her own letter from Gale tucked into her top overall pocket, over her heart. His words burned into her flesh and she felt as though he was right there beside her all along.

Having dropped off the soldiers at the large US hospital in Mateur, Tunisia, the C-47 headed home. The mood was somber as the large metal bird rattled its way across Europe towards England.

Ruth’s eyes had closed about half an hour before, and Hope didn’t have the heart to wake her up. She looked so peaceful, the wrinkles that normally appeared when she smiled were smoothed away, and her blonde locks fell softly from where she had so lovingly pinned them that very morning.

Hope took Gale’s letter out of her pocket, smoothing out the creases that had poked around the edge of the page. Words of affirmation sprung out at her and a smile was instantly cemented to her lips as she relieved the last moments with him.

The flight home always seemed quicker, and soon ‘The Angel of Death’ was touching down on the runway. Hope helped a rather sleepy Ruth off the plane and waved goodnight to Frank, who chuckled in amusement at the blonde’s incoherent murmurs, some of them sounding an awful lot like the name of her beloved major.

“Goodnight Ladies.”

“Come on, Rue. Let’s get you home,” Hope wrapped her arm around her sleepy friend, leading the way to the Nissan huts they were billeted in.

Some of the other nurses were still stationed in Africa and so they currently had the hut to themselves. Hope lay Ruth down on the bed, smiling as she snuggled closer into the pillow.

So much for a warm bath…

Hope would rag her about it later, but she couldn’t deny that the stress of the day was getting to her too, but something restless kept her from falling into her own bed. Instead, Hope sat at the small desk in the corner, pulling out a piece of paper and a pen. She pulled Gale’s crumpled letter from her pocket, smoothed it flat onto the desk, and began writing her reply.

The following day, the girls finally had a day off, and as much as they wanted to make the trip up to Thorpe Abbotts, the nurses were so exhausted that they barely got out of bed.

“What time is it?” Ruth groaned, turning onto her side to hide from the bright sun peeking through the curtains.

Getting no response, she cracked her eyes open, and a smile tugged at her lips at the sight before her. In the corner of the room, Hope’s cheek lay smushed against the desktop, her messy black hair splayed around her as she slept soundly. The corner of a paper could just barely be seen under her hair, and Ruth immediately knew what she’d fallen asleep doing.

Sighing softly, she pulled back her covers and padded over to Hope, wincing at the sting of her feet against the cold floors. “Hope,” Ruth whispered, rubbing the woman’s shoulder gently. “Come on, let’s get you into bed.”

She awoke slowly, allowing the blonde to sit her up off the desk. “Five more minutes,” Hope mumbled.

Ruth chuckled, the sound echoing through the silent hut. Luckily, Hope’s bed was directly beside the desk, so the smaller woman didn’t have to maneuver her around too much to get her onto the mattress.

Gently laying her extra blanket over her best friend, Ruth smiled down at her. “There you go. Snug as a bug.”

She then walked over to her bed and snuggled under the covers again, but not before closing their blackout curtains, causing darkness to envelop the room once again. The warmth drew her back into her peaceful slumber, her eyes fluttering closed as her mind repeated Johnny’s latest letter:

Sunday, August 8th, 1943

Dear Ruth, I can’t wait to see you again. I know I said that in my last letter, but I’ve recently discovered that absence actually does make the heart grow fonder. I find myself waiting in anticipation for your letters the moment I send off my own, and I long to see you…to have you here next to me. Hopefully, your missions will ease soon and you’ll finally get a break, too. I understand how tiring it can be to fly day after day, and that’s without even having to take care of patients. Please take care of yourself, alright? As much as I would love to see you, please rest if you get the chance. Don’t worry about me. We’ll see each other soon enough. Today Buck finally wrote Hope back. I tried to tell him how stupid it was to wait, but he was adamant about getting Hugh’s approval. He’s a bigger man than I am, Ruth. Regardless of this, we can never let him live the incident down…ever. In response to your threat to withhold your affection from me, I say bring it on. Like I said before, you can’t argue with facts. The Yankees are the better team, and I’m going to convince you of that, so I cannot agree to disagree. I’m too stubborn to let you win, and if I’m being honest, I don’t know if you’ll be able to resist my charming personality…or the mustache. I know you love the mustache, Ruth. If you decide to follow through on your threat, I’ll shave it off. Just for you. Don’t stand between a man and kisses from his girl. It doesn’t end well for anyone. But it’s like you said, a little friendly rivalry never hurt anyone, right? Please be safe, Ruthie, and know I am thinking of you. Yours, John Egan

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Hope! Ruth! You alive in there?” a voice hollered through the hut’s door, rousing Ruth for the second time that morning. She opened her mouth to reply, but Hope beat her to it.

“Go away, Frank!” she groaned, covering her ears with her pillow.

“It’s almost noon,” the man chuckled. “I know you’re tired but you both need to get up. We’ve got stuff to do.”

Sitting up abruptly, Ruth grabbed her watch off her small side table, her eyes widening when she read 11:43 am. She looked over to Hope who was also staring at her watch in utter disbelief.

“I haven’t slept in this much since I was a teenager,” Hope muttered under her breath before turning to Ruth, almost breaking into a fit of laughter at the blonde’s wonky curls from the day before. “We look terrible.”

Frank pounded his fist against the door, yelling, “Get up!”

“WE ARE!!” They both hollered back, unable to keep the frustration from lacing their voices.

Throwing off her covers, Hope stood to her feet and marched over to the door, swinging it open. Ruth clamored quickly out of bed to follow her, stopping right behind her shoulder as they glared at Frank. His eyes scanned the women before him, and a grimace appeared on his face at their ragged appearances.

“Okay,” he started, raising his hands in surrender. “Go back to sleep. You look like shit, and I’d rather do things on the plane by myself than deal with your grumpy attitudes.”

They narrowed their eyes at him. “Nope. We’re awake now,” Hope retorted, smiling sweetly at him.

Sighing, Frank stepped back from the door with a barely concealed smirk. “Meet me at the hardstand.”

As Hope shut the door, Ruth flopped back on her bed, her eyes following Hope’s figure walking across the room to the desk in the corner. “How’s Gale?” she asked, propping her head up with her hand.

Hope began to neatly fold up the letter, smiling softly as she talked over her shoulder. “He’s good. Said he didn’t write because of Hugh causing problems, but he’s got his blessing now.” She turned toward Ruth with dusty pink cheeks, giggling to herself. “He even signed his last letter with ‘your Gale.’”

“Hope!” Ruth squealed, sitting up and covering her mouth with her hands. “I’m so happy for you. You deserve someone like Gale, and I’m sure Hugh sees how much he adores you.”

Hope looked down at the letter in her hands, her heart swelling at the thought of the man. “He’s amazing,” she whispered as her eyes traced over his name on the paper. After a few moments, she shook her head, seemingly clearing her thoughts, and raised an eyebrow at Ruth. “How’s John?”

It was now Ruth’s turn to blush, the tips of her ears heating up at the mention of the major. “Great…amazing…wonderful. I feel like I’ve known him so much longer than a few weeks, Hope. You know how I can get sometimes, but when I’m with him, I don’t feel nearly as anxious. And when he kissed me…I wished it could’ve lasted forever. I can’t wait to see him again.”

Sighing softly, Hope plopped down onto her bed. “Look at us, Rue. We’re like a bunch of lovesick teenagers.”

“Yeah, we are,” Ruth giggled, her mind replaying her and John’s laughter, soft touches, and tender looks from the dance. The way he held her face so delicately, how his lips-

“Come on,” Hope called, her mattress squeaking as she got up, breaking Ruth from her thoughts. “Let’s get ready so we can go annoy Frank.”

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joyswonderland1108 · 25 days

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Hi, hello.

Well hello there yeorobun! Hope y'all are doing well, eating well, resting well and having a great time!

Am i back yet? No no of course not because my shibal sekkiya of uni is taking up my whole time, i might as well just cry because i miss y'all, i miss this blog, i miss writing, i miss the friends i made in here, i miss chatting with y'all, you name it.

But anygays, you know what else i miss? Our Bangtan boys but also our Kookmin, ah! I'm having a hard time dealing with everything knowing i can only go back to older content from them for now or just the lil tid bits we get from them from time to time aka the posts on Weverse or JK's activity on Tiktok recently.

But you know, as an avid Goondori checker, i'm hopeful like.. A LOT, did you even realize Jin already did 86% of his term? Which leaves him with only 14% more to go that's like 2 months and 1 week only until he's back. We might be complaining how it's too long and we can't wait but with our everyday lives and while missing our boys too did we even notice that we waited that long already for Jin who is coming back very soon? So yeah i'm being very hopeful.

While i am very busy i still checked Twitter (X) from time to time to get some updates since quite honestly i hate being in the dark and having to come back way later to a buttload of information and updates makes it hard to digest everything at once so.. Anygays, not gonna say me regularly checking on them updates was anything oh so very happy since this fandom for some goddamn reason is still very toxic and very immature but whatever are we even surprised at this point?

I still got the opportunity to listen to Tae's new song "Fri(end)s" which i really loved and i loved the story conveyed through the MV as well, Hobi came up with a new album, i've been checking the updates and i'm only getting to discover it today SO EXCITED!!! I'm really proud of our boys.

Well anyways, i hope i can get enough time later to be active on here again, take care of yourselves y'all, Love ya!

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fandomfucker · 7 months

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Hey, can you write about reader (who's also a wrestler) forgetting damians birthday until rhea texts her and she gets sad and panicky and runs to a near target to get him a perfect gift and ends in a soft smut

18+ Warnings: smut!!- sub!Damian, dom!reader, bondage, no protection used

AN-I've never written smut before so please forgive me for the quality of this. hope you enjoy anyways though

Word count: 1,820

Rhea: Yo, you never got back to me are you coming to Damian's birthday dinner tonight?

Y/n: TONIGHT?????

Y/n: his birthday is today?????

Rhea: Yes?

Rhea: Did you forget???

Y/n: YES😭

Y/n: FUCK

I had been so insanely focused on my matches coming up I had entirely forgotten Damian's birthday. I hadn't even gotten him a present yet!

Before the panic completely set in, I stopped and took a deep breath. It'd be fine. Everything would be fine. I just had to go find something to give him.

Running around our shared house, I got dressed and ready, snatching my keys from the hook by the door as I raced outside to my car.

I sped down the road to Target, hoping I'd be able to find exactly what I wanted. I had been thinking about what I wanted to get Damian for months but never found the time to go get it.

Hurriedly parking, crooked as fuck I might add, I rushed inside, grabbed a cart, and made my way to the men's clothing section.

Damian needed some new shorts to wear around the house after he ripped the last ones messing around and trying to do the splits.

I finally found a couple of pairs that I thought he would like in his size before going to the home section.

Grabbing a cute little basket I found, I then ran around for the next 45 minutes getting his favorite candies and snacks, two books he's been wanting to read lately, and some other various little things I found that I thought he would like.

Trying to make my way back to the registers quicker, I took a detour through the toy section and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the WWE section.

Front and center on one of the shelves was a Damian Priest action figure.

Grinning wickedly, I picked it up, put it in my cart, and went on my way to checkout.

Back at the house, I ran around cleaning up and setting up Damian's birthday surprise, trying to get everything done and ready for him before he got home.

Two hours later there was a cake on the counter, balloons and streamers everywhere, and presents filled the space in front of the mantle.

Halfway through making a special birthday lunch for Damian, I heard the front door open.

"(Y/n)?" Damian yelled through the house to locate me.

"Kitchen!"

I felt arms wrap around my waist from behind as I continued to make Damian's favorite meal.

"Smells good babe." His deep voice grasped in my ear as he kissed my neck. I could feel his chest rising and falling against my back as he took a deep breath.

I just hummed in response and moved my head to the side to allow him more access.

"Go ahead and take a shower, birthday boy. Lunch will be ready soon," I told him.

He squeezed my waist in response before kissing my cheek and walking away to our bathroom upstairs.

Adding the last finishing touches to our special meal, I set the table with all the silverware we'd need along with a fresh bouquet and a few candles for ambiance. I put all the food on the table just as Damian walked down the stairs.

All he had on was a Judgment Day T-shirt and some grey sweatpants which made me swallow thickly as I avoided eye contact and invited him to sit down.

He stared at the table and its contents in awe. "Wow, (Y/n). This...this is amazing. You really didn't have to do any of this. Thank you."

He held my hands in his much larger ones, making sure to hold my gaze so I'd know just how sincere he was being.

I stood up on my tiptoes and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before pulling away. "Alright, alright. Let's eat before it all gets cold."

Settling down to eat our lunch we chatted idly as we ate. Towards the end of lunch, I was engrossed in telling him a story of something that happened at work when I stopped mid-sentence.

I felt something moving up my leg that shouldn't have been there. Damian just raised an eyebrow at me, questioning me without words.

I just shook it off and continued telling my story before abruptly pausing again when I felt the thing move to my inner thigh.

Looking at Damian I caught a quick snippet of him smirking at me. It was his foot. His foot was going up the inside of my thigh.

"Damian," I spoke in a low warning.

"What?" He questioned with a look of innocence.

"Don't start something you can't finish, now," I told him.

He just grinned cheekily at me in response, "Oh, I'm sure I can finish."

I raised an eyebrow in mock skepticism. I stood up and walked around the table to Damian's side. I held out my hand, waiting for him to give me his own.

Once he placed his hand in mine I gently pulled making him stand up. Then I turned around, dragging his hand behind me as I took us to our bedroom.

I closed the door behind us before gently pushing Damian to lie down on the bed.

Climbing over him, I straddled his stomach as his hands met my hips. I leaned down and began to kiss his neck, leaving my mark as he closed his eyes in ecstasy.

Settling my full weight on his stomach I felt his body rise and fall beneath me with his rapid breaths. I continued to kiss his neck, slowly descending down his neck, leaving hickeys all the way.

Reaching the collar of his shirt I made my way back up his neck and kissed along his jaw.

Moving back a little bit to straddle his hips, I grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and began to pull it up and over his head.

I slipped off my own shirt, my lacey black bra showing off my breasts.

Damian's eyes widened as he groaned.

Grinning, I slipped off of him and walked over to the bottom drawer of our dresser. We used this drawer for our toys. Picking the handcuffs out of it, I returned to Damian.

I slowly stripped off every last piece of clothing as he watched, playing with my breasts as I watched him watch me.

I was soaked through my panties.

Now fully naked, I situated myself back on Damian's lower stomach, grinding slightly to let him feel just how wet he made me.

He groaned again, tightening his grip on my waist.

I grabbed both hands and drew them up and over his head, joking them at the wrist as I clicked the handcuffs into place. We had a rope always tied between the bedposts for this exact occasion so I went ahead and fastened his handcuffed wrists to the headboard, keeping his arms above his head.

"God, Y/n, come on." Damian pleaded.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "I suppose. But only because it's your birthday. However," I paused, letting the words thicken. "You'll have to beg first."

"Por favor, mami. Todo lo que tu digas," (Please, mommy. Anything you say,) he begged, still breathing heavily which only made his deep voice even more heavenly.

"Buen chico," (Good boy) I replied smiling.

I swung my left leg over his body so I was now next to him on the bed instead of on top. Carefully I pulled his pants and boxers down, him maneuvering his legs and hips to help me. His hard cock sprang free already leaking pre-cum.

I took his thick length in my hand, pumping it a few times before climbing back on top of Damian. "You ready, love?"

He nodded quickly, waiting for me to seat myself upon him.

With both knees on either side of Damian's hips, I grabbed his cock and lined it up with my entrance. Slowly, I spread my knees further apart as I sank down onto him until I reached the base.

I started bouncing on his dick making him moan with pleasure which only increased my pace. I put my hands on his muscular chest to steady myself as I fucked myself with him. I threw my head back in pleasure as Damian began to thrust up into me, meeting me pace for pace.

I scratched at Damian's chest as the familiar bundle of heat grew in my abdomen. Looking at Damian, I could tell that he was close too.

"Come on Damian, harder." I urged Damian, which resulted in him slamming his hips up into me over and over again as I met every push-up with another push-down increasing the pressure.

I massage my clit with one hand, continuing to use the other to steady myself.

Seeing just how close to the edge Damian was, I moved my steadying hand up further on his body to play with his nipples. He closed his eyes and moaned loudly at the feeling. "Y/n!" He screamed my name as he came inside of me.

Hearing his deep voice scream-moan my name was just enough to push me over the edge. I came all over his cock, our liquids mixing together inside of me and spilling out onto his stomach and around the bed.

Slowly sitting myself up off of Damian, his now soft cock bounced out of me, spilling even more liquid between us.

Quickly releasing Damian from his constraints I flopped onto his body, ready to sleep until his birthday dinner with the Judgment Day later tonight.

We both lay there, me on top of him with my head on his sweaty chest while his arms were wrapped around my waist. We were both breathing heavily, tired from our excessive workout.

"Happy birthday, mi amor. Te amo." (my love. I love you.) I breathed between gasps of air. I gave his chest a small kiss causing him to laugh before closing my eyes to take a quick nap before we had to get ready.

He kissed the top of my head in response, "Good night, mami."

Small Bonus Scene:

"Alright, I saved the best one for you to open last. Go ahead." I informed Damian as I handed him a neatly wrapped package.

He looked at me suspiciously before ripping the paper open. Shocked at what he saw he let out a boisterous laugh that echoed around the room.

"What is it?" Rhea asked him curiously, moving her head around to get a look at what Damian held in his hands.

Ripping off the rest of the wrapping paper, Damian turned the present around for everyone else to see what it was as he giggled to himself.

It was the action figure of himself I'd gotten.

Just seeing the toy was enough to send everyone else in the room into their own fit of giggles. A loud boom sounded as Dominik fell out of his chair he laughed so hard, which just made the rest of us laugh even harder.

"Thank you, babe. I love it. I'll make sure he's at every show with me from now on." Damian addressed me. He tried to be serious but immediately broke out in giggles again as he spoke.

Maybe forgetting his birthday wasn't so bad after all.

#damian priest x reader #damian priest #the judgement day #wwe #tjd x reader #wwe raw #the judgement day x reader #rhea ripley

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loveephia · 1 year

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*immediately bolted here as soon as i saw my favourite hq writer open these prompts again >:D*

"i cant get over how a few months ago i wanted to learn your name and now youre having breakfast with me in my sweater" + goshiki 🥹🥹🥹 (stay safe and stay hydrated phia love u <333)

#8'S LOVE STORY | goshiki tsutomu

prompt: "i can't get over how a few months ago, i wanted to learn your name, and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater."

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, goshiki gushing over you and perhaps getting distracted during practice while thinking about you, you're his upperclassmen (second year), tendō is a wingman and brownie enthusiast, you like baking, quite long.

⚠ warning/s: none.

note: gosh this was so fun to write that it became a one-shot instead of a drabble. i've never gotten a goshiki request so this was a good challenge for me. i really hope that i got him and the rest of shiratorizawa's personalities right! TYSM AND ILY HIKARIII ENJOY READING GIRL!!! :D

"her name.. what's her name?!" goshiki tsutomu mentally groaned with furrowed brows, peeking out from his classroom door to look at you, his beautiful upperclassmen. you were a responsible girl who did everything at your own pace, hence the clipboard in your hands to check your schedule for the day. if the student council of shiratorizawa accepted second years, you definitely would've at least been the secretary.

goshiki heard your name once from a few of your friends, but he.. just can't remember!

so here he is, irritatedly sipping on his juice box while staring you down. although not on purpose, of course.

"what's up, goshiki! what are we lookin' at?" tendō appears out of nowhere, accidentally spooking the poor wing spiker. goshiki turns his head to look over his shoulder, "huh?! tendō, what are you doing here?! aren't the third year's classrooms all the way on the third floor?"

"what a smart little cookie you are!" tendō ruffled goshiki's hair. "well, y'know how shiratorizawa's annual bake sale is coming up? i'm trying to find y/n because i heard that she's handling the preparations this year. i wanna see if i can get some of her famous two-bite brownies in advance before they sell out again!" tendō hisses at the bitter memory.

tendō can still recall the stinging feeling of how he wasn't able to purchase last year's batch because a volleyball game overlapped on the same day as the sale, so by the time the team got back to shiratorizawa, all of the brownies were gone.

and, hold on..

"y/n!" goshiki rejoices as he was finally able to recollect your name, all thanks to tendō. "yes?" you ask, looking at goshiki with a confused look.

goshiki turns red. "n- nothing!" i forgot that she was in the same hallway!

something in tendō sparks, and he suddenly has the urge to help his underclassmen's love life. he can bring up the brownie topic with you later..

"hey, n/n! what do you think of our up-and-coming ace here? ain't he a real firecracker?" tendō suddenly compliments goshiki, even wrapping his long arm around the young boy's shoulder. goshiki widens his eyes, already wanting to hear more. "hm? oh, i haven't seen him play yet," and just like that, goshiki's ego has been cracked and bruised.

"but i'd love to be invited to the next game if that's okay with you, goshiki." you smile a pearly one at him, and goshiki's mood is turned right back around. "yes! please come, y/n! i won't disappoint you!" he exclaims.

you giggled it off and soon excuse yourself from the two.

"what a cute boy!" you thought with a faint blush on your cheeks.

goshiki looks at tendō, utterly speechless to the core, while the middle blocker only dusts his hands off as if he's just finished some heavy labor. "what can i say! i may not be the first to get married from our team, but i can be a good matchmaker!"

goshiki has never had more respect for tendō than he has right now.

time skip.

"oi! stop standing around like that, number eight! you look like a lost kid at the mall!" coach washijo scolded goshiki, who flinched. i was spacing out again! "s- sorry, coach!"

reon comes up to tendō and shirabu, "what's up with him?" he asks. shirabu sighs, "i don't know. but if he continues to do this, then he'll just drag the whole team down."

"oh, poor little shirabu! i can tell you what's going on in goshiki's head," tendō says, "our future ace has a crush on the sweet and classy y/n!"

"that doesn't matter. can't he just leave his personal feelings out of practice? prelims are around the corner, after all." shirabu stated factually. "it's not like you're capable enough to have crushes anyway, so the least you could do is cut goshiki some slack." semi poked fun at shirabu, as the older setter just so happened to overhear the conversation from a few feet away.

"what did you say?" a visible vein forms on shirabu's forehead.

tendō turns to reon while shirabu and semi bicker, "anyway, the kid is all worried about the upcoming game because y/n is coming to see him play for the first time." tendō whispers. "you think he'll be alright?"

reon looks at goshiki, who's physically trembling. there's even a gloomy aura around him practically screaming, "don't screw this up, don't screw this up, don't screw this up."

just in good timing, ushijima places his palm on goshiki's shoulder. "rest, goshiki. you need to be in good shape to practice." he states. "yeah, exactly! aren't you gonna be ushiwaka's successor? what'll y/n think when she sees you all shaken up on the court!" tendō exclaims.

ushiwaka's.. successor.. y/n..

goshiki's aura quickly shifts into one of fiery determination, ready to take on anything and everything. "you're right, tendō! i'll do my best!"

"it's really easy to get this kid going, huh.." the team thought simultaneously, sweat dropping in the process.

time skip.

it's the day of the prelims, and shiratorizawa was up against ohgiminami high. they're not a powerhouse that goshiki was familiar of, but then again, they're not be underestimated.

the starting line-ups are on court, and there goshiki was standing, being the only first year. that was something you noticed from the stands.

"he must be really talented to have been able to get that far.. i heard that coach washijo is tough on the volleyball club too." you thought.

the coin is flipped and shiratorizawa ends up serving first. ushijima hits the ball and there we go, a service ace. you're impressed to have seen the ball fly by that fast, but then again, it's ushijima. "if i tried receiving that, my arms would fall right off.."

goshiki sees your amused face from the stands, and he huffs. "wait until you see me score a point, y/n!"

a few rounds later, and the rotation is in goshiki's favor. he's up front. he can do a line shot, a move that he specializes in.

"make it a good one, goshiki!" tendō encourages the boy as shirabu sets the ball cleanly toward goshiki. even though he has two blockers against him, he was still able to make a beautiful line shot that granted shiratorizawa another point.

"what was that?!" you were shocked, to say the least. "tendō wasn't kidding when he said he'd be the up-and-coming ace.." you quietly mutter, referring to goshiki.

you watched the way that goshiki shortly celebrated on the court with each of his teammates giving him some heavy pats on the back. the moment was adorable.

goshiki looked up to see you smiling fondly at him. you send him a wave, and he shoots back a smile full of pride; a smile that says, "look at me, y/n! aren't i amazing?"

and only if you knew what it conveyed, you would've replied with a, "yes, goshiki. very."

time skip.

you yawn, clearly drowsy from the lack of sleep. on the table in front of you, was a nice breakfast whipped up by shiratorizawa's patient cooks; one omurice, a small bowl of grapes, and a cup of milk. but besides what was on the table, was what was across from you; goshiki tsutomu, your boyfriend.

it was a cold morning in japan, for spring had finally started. so here you are, all bundled up in goshiki's volleyball jersey.

he's seen smiling at you, and you tilt your head. "what's on your mind, tomu?"

"nothing, it's just.. i can't really get over how a few months ago, i wanted to learn your name, and now you're having breakfast with me in my jersey." goshiki says, "honestly, if it weren't for tendō, i probably wouldn't even be with you right now."

you perk a brow. goshiki panics, "d- don't tell him i said that though!"

"i wouldn't give tendō all the credit, really," you started, "i actually had already taken an interest in you when you were looking at me in the first year's hallway. it was only a matter of time until i'd have mustered enough courage to talk to you myself." you admitted.

is this what a heart attack feels like, because goshiki can feel his chest swelling in both love and pride.

this was a happy ending not only for the two of you, but for tendō too, since he was able to buy all of the two-bite brownies he needed.

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TW / Content Warning: death, loss, euthanasia

Apologies for oversharing after such a long period of silence, but tonight has cemented my thoughts towards this blog and its future status.

My eldest dog, Charlie, has passed away at the near age of thirteen. After his health scare in February, he had seemingly recovered and pepped back up to his usual goofy mama’s boy self. I am so thankful for these last several weeks I was able to enjoy with him, and feel so blessed to have seen him hold the strength that he did up until last night.

His condition plummeted rapidly and suddenly last afternoon. The veterinarians at the emergency clinic suspected a brain tumor yesterday, alongside (a) stroke(s), and confirmed this diagnosis just before he finally passed. We didn’t even have the time or money to undergo further testing to affirm what was then a theorized, tenuous diagnosis before it was clear that his time had come. It is confirmed to us now that cancer, not an infection, has likely been the main instigator of his health scare back in February. It’s a blessing that he didn’t suffer or dampen in his joy these past several weeks, up until yesterday, while afflicted with this illness.

Charlie used to be my great-grandfather’s dog. We took him into our home after my great-grandfather passed and his home was lost to our family. Charlie came to us in such poor health, and amazed us all with his recovery and clumsy energy these past two years. At that time, those most optimistic were projecting he only had a few months or so, and to see him having lived so long a full a life in the time he’s been under our roof (for far longer than anyone had foreseen) has been a wonder beyond comprehension. For the gift of his companionship, I cannot express enough of my gratitude.

I truly believe he’s in a better place. Goodness, I cried and prayed my heart out last night when I just absolutely felt in my soul what was around the corner - even when the clinic had then cleared him to come home and told us he would be fine. And even with all this time to be with him and give my goodbyes, it still doesn’t feel right to not have him walking into my room and insisting he be carried up to the bed all with a little wiggle of excitement in his hips.

These past few years were a good life for him. Even yesterday, when he began to show signs of and fall deep into weakness, confusion, and fatigue he still wagged his tail when I laid my hand on him and tried his best to follow the sound of my voice.

For those of you less interested in my personal matters and more so in just whatever content I can produce, this event has finalized some thoughts I’d been having a week or so before this in regard to this blog.

This is not a hiatus. Rather, this blog will be silent until I have a form of demo (‘short’ still in length) that I’m satisfied enough with to share. It’s been stressful balancing this guilt of not responding enough and the guilt of responding too much on this blog. And, with this great loss in my life, I don’t think I will regain the right headspace to manage this blog and my responses on it anytime soon.

Apologies for the silence and, now, the suddenness of this change in matters.

For all those with pets, whether they be full of health or struggling a little more with their once daily routine, please take the time to really show them all the love and care you hold for them each day. Please cherish your time with them, be kind to them, and form as many close memories as you can with them. It’s so easy to take time we have with them for granted. I’m so glad to have provided the home I did for Charlie, and hope he knows just I much I loved him and will keep loving him even now that he’s gone ahead of me to our next destination.

Again, apologies for becoming too personal with all this. The emotional wound is still so fresh and I simply hoped to vent as I clarified my current stance around this narrative. So many of you have been the absolute embodiment of gracious patience and abundant kindness with me and my nonsense here on this blog, and I thank you all deeply for it.

Here’s to hoping I return sooner rather than later with something good, or at least decent, to share.

See you soon.

#personal #tw: death #tw: loss

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tdinyomomma · 8 months

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TDI X Reader- Paintball Deer Hunter (Chapter Nine)

If you haven't read: Eight

We wake up to the noise of a helicopter flying over us, I watch Leshawna hit her head on the top bunk just like before.

"Ooh! Okay. That dude is really starting to get on my last nerve." She complains, rubbing her head.

"Oh, whatever. He just loves ruining our mornings. Beth, Lindsay, go warm up the shower for me." Heather orders and I raise a brow. She seems to catch it so she stammers for a second.

"Now!... Please." She rolls her eyes and I smile. "And remember-"

"Not too hot this time, I know." Beth yawns, still wearing her headgear.

I sigh, shaking my head.

Now we're all in front of the bathroom, waiting for the door to open so we can all use it. "What's the hold-up?" Bridgette asks.

"Heather needs her private time." Lindsay answers in a simple tone.

"How long is Quennie gonna take in there? I got urgent business." Leshawna impatiently speaks up, holding herself. "She could still be a while." Beth sighs.

"Ugh, that's it I'm going lumberjack style." Gwen groans, walking away and then the loud speaker squeaks before Chris starts talking.

"I hope you're ready for the most challenging challenge yet. Breakfast is in three minutes at the campfire pit." Chris tells us then Beth knocks. "Um, Heather?"

"Can one of you guys come in here and lotion my back? It's peeling." Heather responds and we all quickly rush away from the communal bathroom, Leshawna and I gripping each other's hands since we have to go to the bathroom so badly.

"Are you ready for today's extreme max impact challenge?" Chris pumps up. "We are ready!" Owen of course hypes it up as usual.

"Incoming!" The host throws a can of beans that go to hit Gwen but Trent catches it in time. Chris then hands the other ones out normally.

"This is breakfast." He tells us.

"No, breakfast is crepes, croissants, even chef's crappy burnt eggs." Heather interjects angrily and I stare down at my can.

"Beans, beans, they're good for your heart. The more you eat the more you-" Before the big guy can finish his song, Chris knocks him out with one of the cans of beans.

"Today's challenge is about survival. We're going hunting." He lifts a paintball gun and I could feel Duncan's excitement radiating off of him from where I was standing.

"Now that's more like it." The boy I was just talking about smiles softly. "Isn't that a paintball gun?" Harold points at the green gun. "Why yes Harold, it is." The host points it at the auburn haired boy's stomach with a grin, then shoots it.

"So we won't be killing anything?" Bridgette questions.

"Negatory."

She smiles at his response.

"This is the first ever paintball deer hunt. I'll announce the teams once we get into the woods. So finish breaky." As soon as Chris finishes his sentence Owen burps loudly, we look over to see he had finished twenty cans of beans. He sighs contently. "Got anymore?"

A thing of guns now sits in front of us, we stand in the front of the woods. Also accompanied with the guns and a box in front of them is Chris with a shit-eating grin laid upon his face.

"And now for the team breakdowns. The Killer Bass hunters are: Harold, Geoff, and Bridgette, locked and loaded with Bass blue paint." He throws green guns to the three.

"And using orange paint are the Gopher hunters, Leshawna, Beth, Owen, Lindsay." Throwing them red guns.

"Waa-hoo! This is awesome, man." Owen cheers. "You also get these stylin' glasses and wicked camo caps. The rest of you are now deer." He points at us and we all just stare at him.

"Here are your antlers, noses, and little white tails." He chuckles, turning around to shake his hips showing off the tail. I go up and grab my stuff even though I know he's going to throw it I would rather just get it on now.

"Yeah, right. I'm not wearing that." Heather folds her arms. "There's no way I'm a deer." Duncan adds on to the complaining but Chris throws the costume on him anyways to his distaste. I snicker, wiggling my own hips as I look back to the tail.

We go into the woods after everyone puts their stuff on. I walk in front of my group happily. "Why are you so giddy?" Heather questions. "I love hide and seek, this is just different." I smile.

"Right, this may be the lamest thing I've ever done in my life." Gwen sighs out. "Oh, come on, it could be fun." Cody tries to be enthusiastic but the others stare him down so I stand up for him. "I mean he's right, there's no point to be such downers." I place my hands on my hips, but they don't move an inch so I sigh. "We'll see you later, Debbie downers." I wave them goodbye taking Cody by the arm with me.

"I was so psyched to be a deer. I'm small but quick. Lot's of practice from dodging spitballs in math class." Cody smiles but now he's in a wheelchair covered in bandages.

"Why'd you come with me?" Cody suddenly speaks up after we've been walking in silence for a few moments. "Don't think too much into it, love." I nudge him, starting to mess with the trees around me, jumping up to grab onto the leaves up high.

"That's kinda hard to do." He mumbles, I then halt my movements, standing in front of him. "Here, Cody." I start with a sigh.

"You obviously still like me right?" I ask in a hypothetical way, of course he nods vigorously. "If you don't flirt with me at all. I'll kiss you after the challenge. Win or lose." I cross my arms. Looking at him dead in the eyes. His eyes go wide as his face turns a bright red.

"Only. If you don't flirt with me in any kind of way." I repeat myself to make sure I'm clear. He nods, now he's not letting out a peep.

"Start your paintballs! Game on!" Chris yells over the P.A. We make our way through the woods calmly, not seeing anybody so far.

"I didn't know you were friends with Heather?" Cody finally says something.

"I guess." I shrug, looking down at my light pink painted nails that Heather did last night.

He went quiet again then spoke up. "I'm gonna go on my own if that's okay?" He turns to me and I nod. "Yeah, I'll catch you later." I smile, both of us go our separate ways.

As I'm going down a path I spot Geoff coming towards my way so I rush behind a bush. I watched him start walking by, he was whistling, not really paying attention to anything around him. But of course I lose my balance as I lean forward and end up tripping from behind the bush falling onto Geoff who balances us out. I chuckle nervously as I look up at him.

"Awe, you look so cute, dude!" He tells me and I raise a brow, letting go of him. "Um, thanks. But aren't you, y'know... gonna shoot me?" I glance around to see nobody else nearby. "Oh, right." He points the gun at me and I wince, waiting for the pain but it never comes. "I can't do it." He huffs.

"You're just too adorable, like a real deer!" He exclaims, rubbing his face in a frustrated way. As he deals with that problem I take it as a chance to make a run for it. Running off a path and deeper into the woods. As I keep going I squint my eyes to see Heather sitting on a tree stump.

Carefully I maneuver over to her, then sneak up behind and poke her sides.

"Boo!" I laugh as she jumps, hitting my arm.

"Don't do that." She glares at me. "Ah, but it's so much fun." I chuckle, forcing her to scoot over so I can sit next to her. "What are you doing?" She quizzes me.

"Being friends, duh." I smile sweetly, kind of sarcastically too. "Would you want me to be on your lap instead?" I tease her, she scoffs, looking away from me.

We sit practically in silence until we spot Cody and Beth walking this way. She puts her hands on her hips. "What took you so long?" Heather questions in an irritated tone.

"Here, I hope you know what I had to go through to get those." Beth says, handing a chip bag to Heather who snatches it from her.

"There's like 11 chips left." She shakes the bag then sniffs it. "And they're barbeque." Heather scrunches her face in disgust, sticking her arm out from her body. "Go exchange them for dill pickle." She drops the bag on the ground, it looks like Beth goes to grab it but instead she stops herself, putting her foot down.

"No."

"What did you just say?" Heather looks shocked. I watch nervously but also proud of Beth.

"I'm just gonna... Yeah." Cody reaches down and grabs the bag of chips then scurries off into the woods.

"Take it back." Heather demands. Beth takes a deep breath,

"No." She repeats the same word as before.

"Take. It. Back." Heather angrily says.

"No, I'm tired of being your slave." Beth stands up for herself, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a challenge to complete." Beth storms off then orange splats onto Heather's arm next to me. "Ouch!" She whines.

"Whoever you are, this is so not cool!" I get up immediately as another shot gets her. I notice Bridgette and Harold high five and they might not be as caring as Geoff so I book it.

As I have to go on my own once again, I spot Gwen and Trent talking together. I furrow my eyes, hiding behind a tree to eavesdrop. Of course I shouldn't but I'm nosy and why not?

"So, do you still have that thing for [Name]?" Trent asks, I scrunch my nose, not expecting to hear my name so quickly into listening in. "Mm, I think I'm getting over it, she won't talk to me now after avoiding her. Which I get... I guess. So I don't see anything happening anyways." Gwen sighs.

"Well you were hurting. Of course you weren't going to talk to her for a little bit." He feeds into her delusions about it being okay to avoid somebody who didn't even do anything wrong.

"Yeah, you're right. Y'know I think you're really helping me get over her." Gwen smiles at him and I gag silently then I just continue on my way to a different area.

"Attention human wildlife and hunters. Please report back to camp. It's time to show your hides and tally up the score." Chris's voice is heard over the woods.

We all slowly find each other, heading out of the forest. I see Leshawna, Beth, and Heather covered in paint as Lindsay walks besides them, seemingly not having a trace of paint on her.

They're covered in orange and blue.

"What happened?" I snort but Heather puts her hand up and then slaps it over my mouth. "Don't ask." She then storms away. I snicker, but follow right behind her.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Stealing from the chef, eating chips in the woods, being mauled by bears. Do you know what I see here?" Chris paces back and forth. I sadly stare at Cody's injuries. "I see a very undisciplined group. I see a disgraceful mess. I see a massive waste of paint products. And I have to say... that was awesome!" Chris goes from looking disappointed and angry to now grinning ear to ear.

"When you guys opened fire on your own team, wicked t.v. guys." He complimented me.

"Hey where are Duncan and Courtney?" Harold speaks up, then the two come up walking together, their antlers connected to each other. "Oh this is too much." Gwen taunts. Owen laughs as well. "You know you guys can take off the antlers now." I giggle behind my hand. "Duncan you sly dog, you." Owen comments.

"The girl can't keep her antlers off me," Duncan jokes but it backfires on him as Courtney kicks him in the crotch.

"Can't even bend over." He cries out, one tear sliding down his cheek.

"Easy Courtney, our medical tents are really only equipped for one at a time. And Cody's pretty messed up." Chris tells the girl as his arm rests on Cody's wrapped head.

Then Bridgette and Geoff help the oh-so happy looking couple. Duncan now holding himself on the ground.

"Well, since three of the Gophers are dripping in paint-" Lindsay turns around to show her blue backside, cutting off the host. "Make that four members and some of them aren't even deer. I think we have our winner." He turns to the killer Bass. "You're off to a hunting-camp shindig." He then looks at us. "Gophers. I'll see you at the campfire ceremony. Again." He says plainly.

I head over to Cody, bending down to his level.

"Are you okay?" I question him and he laughs in pain. "No, not at all." His voice is muffled but I can make it out, he grunts though cause he moved the wrong way. "We should've stayed together." I told him.

"So we both could get mauled?" He jokes... kind of. I shake my head laughing. "We probably would've never bumped into Beth and got those chips." I say.

I ended up sticking with him until the campfire ceremony and even then I was still with him, his wheelchair in front of my tree stump, I kept him in place.

"I mean seriously, twice in a row? What is wrong with you people?" Heather goes off on us. I roll my eyes. "I can't wait to see Beth get kicked off. I just wish I could vote off two campers at once." Heather says, and Leshawna just gives her an amused look.

"Okay, I know I got mauled by a bear but I'm feeling good about this. I'm a quick healer. And besides Heather's as mean as a snake dude. Her own team shot her 18 times. They'll never kick me off." cody smiles, confident that he's right about what he's saying

"Who do I vote for? Well, Heathers have been a pain in my butt since day one. But I got to say, Cody." Leshawna sadly says.

"Yeah, that Cody. Not so useful in challenges anymore." Owen shrugs.

"I totally admire Belle for standing up to Heather, but she's so dead now." Lindsay holds her face.

"I don't want to do this but Cody... Only because he needs to heal at home. He won't be able to do that here." [Name] frowns.

"There are only eight marshmallows on this plate when I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper-"

"Who doesn't receive the marshmallow must immediately return to the dock of shame, catch the boat of losers and leave. Can't we just get this over with?" Gwen cuts him off, speaking faster than he did. In response Chris looks unhappy.

"Fine, whatever. Spoil the moment. Trent, Lindsay, Owen, Gwen, Leshawna, [Name], Beth." We all take our squishy fluff. "Campers this is the final marshmallow tonight." It's now between Heather and Cody.

"Heather."

She gets up and snatches her marshmallow from the host's hands. "You are all lucky. Okay? Very lucky." She glares at us all.

"Cody, the dock of shame awaits, bro." The boy stares at the host, not being able to move. "I guess we can help you get there."

"I got it." I stand up, starting to push the wheelchair just as Beth tried to get up to offer.

"Bye Cody." Gwen says, everyone sadly joins in and waves him goodbye.

"See ya, buddy." Leshawna grins.

"Take care, dude." Owen says.

We get to the dock and going down further. "I'm so sorry Cody about what happened. I'm gonna be honest. I voted for you." We come to a stop and I get in front of him. His eyes widened.

"Before you get upset, I just want you to know I did it because I want you to heal properly, you're not going to do that here." I tell him, wanting to comfort him but he's covered in injuries, literally head to toe.

"Can I uncover your mouth?" I tilt my head, he hums a muffled "mhm." I gently do so, surprisingly his mouth is not scathed in any way.

"Remember what I said in the woods?" I smiled softly, he looked confused for a second then his eyes brightened.

"Really? You don't have to do it if you don't want to."

"I keep to my word Cody, just shut up." I laugh, leaning down and placing a soft peck on his lips then standing up straight. The boat shows up and I turn to it then back at him. "Here's your ride." I clasp my hands together.

"Thank you, [Name]. Even though I know you don't like me back." He weakly smiles.

"It's no problem, I hope you heal perfectly. Now you can say you kissed a rich girl when I win the money." I wink, helping him onto the boat and I hear him chuckle only before he winces in pain.

The boat leaves and I wave him off.

I take a deep breath then walk back to my cabin.

Okay you've probably seen it is now officially a Heather x Reader story now. But if you wanted it to be Cody tomorrow I will be coming out with a Cody x Reader story! It will be placed in Season three World Tour. I'm super excited to start writing that. I might start a Gwen story but I'm kind thinking how I can work that out or if I want to.

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Hat Trick (Safest with You AU)

1.7K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: Din takes you to a hockey game for date night. Hat Trick = when a player scores three times (goals) in a game.

Warnings: 18+ content (MDNI please), No smut but smut adjacent, established relationship, possessive!Din if you squint really hard, thigh riding/grinding in public, dirty talk, light degradation (whore, affectionate), pet names as usual (pretty bird, baby, sweetheart, etc.), use of hockey terms.

A/N: My beloved Canucks are leading their conference (woo!) and they’re playing tonight so to wish them luck, here’s a little one shot with our Safest with You couple. There’s a little more characterization of reader in this one in that she’s a big hockey fan, hope that doesn’t stop anyone from enjoying the story! 😘 Also, the term "puck bunny" is used but is not intended in any actual derogatory or sexist way; it's completely light-hearted teasing because we, reader and Din, all know that shaming female fans is not a thing and we can happily let woman enjoy sports any way they want🏒🐰

“These are great seats, Din!” you beam, as you take off your jacket and look around; you’re seven rows up from the ice in the lower bowl, right behind the goal. Perfect seats.

As soon as Din sees your sweatshirt, he laughs at the bright team colours and large block letters in the front that read “I just hope both teams have fun.” My sweet girl, he thinks.

Turns out, you did not want both teams to have fun. Turns out, you wanted the visiting team to eat ice shit.

The first time your team’s defense crushes someone against the glass with devastating precision and you roar your approval, he looks over, stunned. While he knew you loved hockey, he hadn’t expected you to get so into a live sporting event.

And he knew you had a mouth on you, but he’s never heard it at this volume, your hands cupping around your mouth in a makeshift bullhorn to amplify your trash talk:

“PUT HIM IN JAIL!!!!” When the ref doesn’t call for the tripping of one of your players.

“Don't get too comfortable!!! Don't even sit down!!” When the opposing team opts for a two-man advantage for their power play by pulling their goalie.

“How was that fucking slashing?! He barely touched him!! What is this, soccer????” When your team captain is put in the penalty box.

“Get it together!! I've seen more organization at the zoo!!” When the teams fight for the puck against the boards, the other team attempting to clear.

“This isn’t cake, stop icing!!” When the other team does clear the puck.

You’re equally as vocal with your encouragement and praise:

“Shoot it! Shoot it! Atta boy!!”

“Let’s go defense, let’s go!! Yesssssssss!!”

“Fucking look how smooth that line change was!!”

“Get it, get it, you got it!!”

You cheer loud and earnestly for every save your goalie makes, face-off won, and glove dropping fight. Each home goal is celebrated out of your seat, reverie extending to Din and your seat neighbours via hugs and high-fives. Your energy is infectious and Din hasn’t had this much fun at a hockey game in years.

During the second intermission, just when the two of you are musing if it’s worth the line-ups to get a bucket of popcorn to share, you hear a familiar voice say your name.

“Jessica?” you squeal in delight, throwing your arms around a petite blonde, “I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“I thought that was you! Derek and I have been debating it over the last two periods, and I finally said I would just come over and find out for myself,” she points up in the stands a couple of sections over and a few rows up, and you see her husband waving wildly with both arms and you wave back enthusiastically.

The two of you catch up quickly and when you introduce Din to your friend, she looks thrilled, “Do you play as well?”

Din looks confused, so you proudly answer for him, “Din’s a boxer.”

“Ohhhhhh. Sorry, you just had the look of an enforcer, but that makes sense.” You have to keep yourself from laughing at the double meaning Jess definitely didn’t intend.

The two of you chat a little bit longer before your friend has to leave if she’s to make it back to her seat before the third period starts. As you say goodbye and promise to see each other again soon, you look up to wave to Derek as well, and Jess says, “Oh, yeah, Russ is here with us too.” The man sitting next to Derek locks eyes with you and waves back, same as his friend.

Starting up the stairs, Jess says, “Nice to meet you!” to Din, a sentiment he returns, and to you, “Nice to see you’re branching out,” before she winks and runs away as you roll your eyes good naturedly.

When the third period gets underway, Din leans over, “What did she mean, branching out?”

You feel your cheeks get hot, and you avoid Din’s eye by keeping yours locked on the game, “Oh… well, I used to almost exclusively date hockey players…”

“Like…. a puck bunny?”

Dropping your jaw, scandalized, “No!! Not like a puck bunny!! That’s not a thing!” And as Din laughs, you feel the need to explain, “I wasn’t trying to date hockey players. It just turned out that the people I dated also happened to play hockey. Like, when Jess set me up with Derek’s friend, I didn’t know they played on a team together!”

“Oh, that guy over there?” Din looks up at where Jess has rejoined her husband and sees the man next to him looking over at the two of you. You shrug and nod, turning back to the game, “So anyways, it was kind of like this joke that if I dated someone, they would coincidentally turn out to play hockey.”

Puck bunny, you mutter under your breath, and Din grins and throws his arm around you, kissing you on top of your head to placate you.

After the end of an exciting final period where your favourite right winger almost scores a hat trick, you and Din file out of the arena with the crowd, Din’s arm casually draped around your shoulders as you practically bounce out of happiness at your team’s win.

While walking to the subway, you spot Derek’s head peaking out above the crowd and he smiles big when he sees you and starts to make his way over. Your two groups converge near the subway entrance and it’s another happy reunion. You haven’t seen Derek since you last saw Jess and you’ve always found him to be hilarious, laid back and kind; perfect for your bubbly friend. Even seeing Russ again is nice, although there isn’t really any reason it wouldn’t be; the two of you had dated for a bit, but your long work hours and his away game schedule had prevented it from getting too serious, and the two of you had parted amicably. If he stares at you while the five of you chat and revisit your favourite moments from the game, you don’t notice. Derek and Jess invite you to join them at the sports bar they’re heading to, but you and Din politely decline, saying you have to get back to Al. Only Jess and Din catch Russ’ look of disappointment before you part ways.

While waiting on the subway platform, Din asks to know more about your friends, and you tell him everything: how you and Jess met at a baking class, Derek’s courtship and their wedding, and also about your and Russ’ brief relationship.

When you get on the subway, it’s too packed for you to find seats, so you end up standing right next to a pole by the door, with Din hovering protectively, ready to catch you if you lose your footing while the subway moves.

“You know… I know how to play hockey too,” he’s looking at you with a silly, pouty face and you can’t help but giggle. “Not ice hockey, but we’d sometimes play street hockey in front of the gym when we were kids. Stopped after Paz broke a car window and it turned out that car belonged to a Hutt and nearly started a damn street war.”

“Omigod,” you chuckle, imaging a young Din and Paz running around the street with hockey sticks.

“So… your streak isn’t broken… puck bunny.”

“Ugh!” you playfully swat at Din’s shoulder, “I told you!! It was a coincidence!”

Din leans in, pressing your back into the pole and whispers, “Ok, not a puck bunny… but you’re still my bunny.”

You gasp a little at the possessive tone lacing his words and can’t help but squeeze your thighs together, squirming slightly and hoping no one on the subway notices.

Din notices, though, “Is my pretty bunny feeling needy in front of all these people? You need something between those legs, baby?”

You nod, whimpering just a bit, and pull Din closer by tugging at the bottom of his jacket. Very subtly, he steps between your legs and bends his knee slightly so the angle slopes right at your core. When the subway makes a tight turn, all the passengers jostle and Din’s leg bumps up into you, giving you a jolt of electrifying friction. You close your eyes and have to bite you lip to stifle a moan. Feeling cocky, Din whispers hotly in your ear, “Let them hear you, pretty bird. Let everyone in this subway car know how dirty you are, getting off on daddy’s thigh in public.”

The subway goes over a bumpy stretch of track and you’re knocked right into Din’s chest, pressed up against his body, practically sat down on his leg. You don’t bother to upright yourself, instead letting the rolling movement of the subway rock your needy pussy back and forth against Din’s thigh, slowly warming the ball of pleasure within you.

You’re practically humming with need in Din’s arms; just before the subway jerks to a stop, he growls in your ear, “Do you think you can come like this, baby? Or do you need me to fuck you in front of all these strangers, so they can see what a pretty whore you are?”. The screech of the subway brakes cover-up your moans, and you’re only slightly relieved when Din withdraws his knee, but continues to hold you close against his chest. As the train starts to move again, you look up at him with your lust hooded eyes, and quietly whine, “Daddy.”

Din chuckles and leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, “No one gets to see you come but me, okay pretty bird? Now can you be a good girl and be patient for daddy? Just two more stops and I’ll give you that hat trick you deserve when we get home.”

Smiling dreamily at the promise of multiple orgasms, you nod, “Okay, I’ll be good. As long as both teams get to have fun,” and as you snuggle deeper into Din’s arms, you feel his whole chest vibrate with laughter.

#hockey game date #🏒🐰#din djarin #din djarin fic #din djarin fanfiction #modern!din djarin #modern au #din djarin x f!reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal characters fanfiction

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Santa Claus

Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

-Description: You and Spencer are married. You two have a beautiful son, who experience Christmas.

-Warnings: Fluffiness, having a child

-Word count: 901

-Note: Merry Christmas, everyone! It's my favorite holiday of the year, and I love it! I hope, you all are with your loved ones, with delicious food, and awesome presents. Celebrate this amazing holiday with much love.🎄

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Y/N POV:

Christmas. It really is the most wonderful time of the year. The beautiful, shining tree, the many decorations and the love and company of friends and family. I mean, how could you not love Christmas?

My husband, our 5 year old son, and me, just came back from David's. It became a tradition, having a nice dinner with the rest of the BAU and their loved ones at Christmas Eve. I looked at the clock, seeing it was past (Y/S/N) his bedtime.

'It's bedtime, honey. Do you want daddy to read a story?'

'But, I don't wanna sleep. I want to wait for Santa!' he exclaimed, enthusiastically.

'Buddy, you know he only comes when you're asleep.' Spencer squatted down to be on his eye level, smiling sweetly.

'Why?' the young boy asked, eyes filled with curiosity.

'What about, I'll tell you in bed? Then you can lie down comfortably, and then I will answer all your questions about Santa Claus. Sounds good?' he nodded, in a much happier state now. My heart melted at how Spencer communicated with our son.

'Alright, let's first set the milk and cookies ready for Santa.'

I took the supplies and gave them to (Y/S/N). He carefully placed them by the fireplace, contently looking at it. After that, I changed him in his pajamas and did his night routine. It was only moments later, and our son was laying in bed, ready for his daddy. As soon as Spencer came joining us, he blurred out his first question.

'Why does Santa only come when we're asleep?'

'Because he don't want you to see him. He want the presents to be a surprise.' my husband answered, sitting down on the little bed.

'How can Santa bring presents to everyone in only one night?'

'Well, there are around 2 billion children all over the world. Because there are so many kids, and he only has one night, he needs to deliver 6,100 presens in a second. Luckily, children happen to be spread across a wide range of time zones, buying Santa extra time.' the little one looked with pure confusion to his dad, however, I wasn't even surprised anymore how much he searched up to be able to answer our son's questions.

'It's because, Santa has magic.' he added, receiving now an understanding nod.

'How do the reindeer fly? They don't have wings.'

'They are magic reindeer.'

After asking a few more questions, (Y/S/N) got really tired, giving how late it actually already was, and fell asleep. We made it quietly out of his room, closing the door, gently.

We began placing all the presents under the Christmas tree. When we were done, we stood in front of the illuminated tree, while admiring it.

'You know, I love you everyday more and more.' the genius confessed, smiling sweetly at me.

'Getting clingy on me, Reid?' I joked, receiving a chuckle from him.

'Doctor Reid.' he slightly warned.

'Don't make me put you on the naughty list.' he continued, unable to hide his grin.

'You wouldn't dare.'

'Not if you kiss me right now.'

'Well, I guess, I don't have a choice.' I placed my hands on his cheeks, letting my lips found its way to his. We shared a sweet, loving kiss.

'I love you, Santa.' he smiled at the new nickname, placing his arm over my shoulders.

'I love you, Mrs. Claus.' I placed a kiss on his cheek, before yawning.

'Let's get some sleep. I think, we need it.'

'We definitely need it. He'll probably be up at 5 a.m.

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The next morning:

'MOMMY! DADDY! WAKE UP, WAKE UP!' we could feel a litte person crawling between us, trying to wake us up. Or at least get a reaction out of us. I could see my husband lying down by my side, pretending to sleep.

'Good morning, sweety.' I yawned, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

'Mommy, why isn't daddy waking up?'

And, just at that moment, the genius grabbed (Y/S/N) and tickled him. The room was filled with laughter of our son, a sound I never get tired hearing.

'SANTA CLAUS CAME! SANTA CLAUS CAME!' he exclaimed, before running to the living room.

'Merry Christmas, darling.'

'Merry Christmas, genius.' I pecked his lips, before we both got out of bed, following (Y/S/N) towards the Christmas tree.

'Can I open a present? Please?'

'Of course, you can.' I answered, Spencer and I, both smiling.

He immediately took one of the presents his name was written on. He tore the wrapping paper off, revealing a box with a racing car on it. There was a whole race track in it, with two cars to race against each other. It's something, he wished for.

'SO COOL! Look what Santa brought me! Daddy, do you want to race with me?'

'Yeah, of course! Let's build it.' I watched my husband squatting down, building together with our son the race track.

Yes, I'd love Christmas.

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Among the Wildflowers - Chapter 3 - Jake Kiszka x Reader

Hi hi! Back again with another chapter. This one is a fun one. Most of Chapter 4 is already written, hoping to be back Thursday with another update :) let me know what you think!

18+ Content - Minors, do not interact.

Summary: You're a hairstylist in Nashville, and the boys in Greta Van Fleet become your clients when they relocate to the city. They quickly all take a liking to you, one sweet guitarist especially. Jake is patient in his pursuit of you, but will your self-created set of rules hold you back from ever being anything more with him?

Word Count: 6900+

Warnings: Graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, choking, etc. Mentions of alcohol.

•

After leaving Jake’s house on Sunday, you went home and got ready for the week - laundry, grocery shopping, and cleaning, the whole nine yards. Exhausted after the weekend’s excitement and all of your chores, you ran yourself a bath and paired a glass of wine to go with the book you were reading.

Just as you sank down into the hot bubbles with the wine and book nearby, your phone buzzed. You glanced at your phone to see it was a text from Jake. Opening your messages, you see it was actually a selfie. He had attempted to put his hair half up like you had for him the night before, but his efforts certainly didn’t have the same effect. You smile at how cute he is.

Jake: Trying my best. What do you think?

You: A for effort. You coming for my job or something, Kiszka?

Jake: Obviously.

Jake: Just kidding. I’m cooking and needed it out of the way. What are you up to tonight?

You smirk as an idea pops into your head, thinking that Jake might be really interested in what you’re currently doing.

Pushing the bubbles around yourself, you bend one leg so it’s slightly out of the water. You angle your phone camera so the whole bathtub is captured with the entirety of your bare thigh exposed, nearly up to your hip. You send the playful photo to Jake, figuring he wouldn’t mind.

You: I’m in here, wishing I had some company right now

Jake: You’re actually going to be the death of me

Jake: And I’m supposed to keep my hands off of you until Friday? God

You giggle at his reply.

You: Patience, baby

Jake: Yeah, no

You: :)

You chuckle and set your phone down, picking up the wine and your book and diving in. The bubbles are long gone and the water is lukewarm at best when you finally decide to get out of the tub and get ready for bed. You run through your evening routine and settle into your comfy bed when you check your phone again to see another message from Jake.

Jake: Jokes aside, you’re probably heading off to bed soon and I wanted to wish you goodnight and sweet dreams. This weekend was one of the best I’ve had in a long while, thanks to you. I’m really looking forward to spending time with you next weekend, sweetheart.

Jake: P.S. you’re a really good kisser. I hope we can fit making out once or twice into our packed agenda of eating dinner on the couch and watching movies.

You snort before replying to him.

You: Thank you for everything this weekend. I had the best time. And I think we can squeeze that and maybe a few other things into the Friday itinerary. Goodnight Jake, sweet dreams.

Tossing your phone to the side once the message is sent, you quickly drift off to sleep.

Jake opens the last message from you and chuckles. He locks his phone and rolls onto his side to get comfortable. He notices the pillow you slept on still faintly smells of you, and he smiles to himself as he takes it into his arms to cuddle it. He falls asleep just as quickly as you do.

•

The week flies by, you were incredibly busy at work, and before you know it, it’s Thursday evening. You and Jake had been texting all week long, and you couldn’t wait to see him so soon.

Jake was nervously pacing in his living room, Josh watching him from the couch while he tried to watch a movie.

“Can you sit down? Jesus Christ. You picked this and you aren’t even watching.” Josh grumbled.

Jake sighed. “I don’t know what to make for dinner tomorrow.”

Josh eyed his twin. “That’s what has you worked up right now? Your menu? Make homemade pizzas and get the wine you know she likes and call it good.”

Jake nods and continues pacing, deep in thought. “See, I already thought of that. But I’m really good at cooking and could do something way more impressive. But I don’t really know what she likes. And what if I mess it up or she doesn’t like-“

Josh stood and yanked Jake to the couch. “Breathe. You’re overthinking this. Make the damn pizza.”

Jake glares at Josh and he continues. “It’s not about the food, you could honestly probably feed her takeout from McDonald’s and she would still be just as happy. It’s about spending time with you.”

“Okay. You have a point. I just want things to be perfect because she’s so perfect and so far out of my league.” Jake finishes with a sigh and rubs his chin.

Josh’s eyes don’t move from the TV screen as he replies. “I think you should stop worrying. I know it’s hard. But she really likes you. Just let things happen.”

Jake glanced at his brother and huffed before pulling out his phone to make his grocery list for the next day.

Meanwhile, you were at home packing your bag for tomorrow. Eyeing your lingerie sets, you run your fingers over the different pieces of lace. You threw both a white and a black set in your bag, unable to choose.

You flop onto your bed with a sigh once your bag is fully packed and you’re ready for your last day of work. You send Jake a quick text, since you both had been wishing each other good morning and good night all week.

You: I’m off to bed early, sweet dreams baby. I can’t wait for tomorrow :)

Jake glanced down at his phone in his hand and smiled. Josh smiled as well, watching his brother and figuring that he was talking to you.

Jake: I’ve been waiting for Friday all week. Make sure you’re well rested for our movie marathon tomorrow :) goodnight and sweet dreams.

•

It’s a beautiful and sunny Friday, and you finish work a little ahead of schedule, so you freshen up your hair and makeup at your work area.

“Hot date tonight?” Your coworker, Ashley, asked from behind you.

You smirked a little as you curled another section of hair. “Something like that.”

“With who? Where are they from? Tinder, Hinge, Bumble-”

You cut her off with a sly smile. “A client.”

Ashley gasped. “You didn’t. No way. You of all people? Okay, okay. Let me guess who it is.” She closed her eyes and tapped her temples. Her eyes shot open as she mentally flipped through your potential suitors and she remembered one in particular. “Please, please tell me it’s a date with a very hot and very talented guitarist named Jake.”

You fluffed your hair, finishing up. “Yeah, he really is hot, isn’t he?”

Ashley squealed. “Oh, this is too good. I want to know everything on Monday.” She grins at you in the mirror.

You turn around, starting to walk away, itching to get out of there. The more time you spend at work, the less time you have with Jake. “Of course. Have a good weekend, Ashley!”

She waves and you zip over to your car and let Jake know you’re on your way. He doesn’t see your message because he’s busy putting the finishing touches on dinner and setting up his living room with candles and his favorite blankets.

You park in his driveway and make your way to the door, ringing the doorbell. Jake all but sprints to the door and swings it open with a huge grin on his face. He’s wearing a classic Jake outfit - cropped and barely buttoned navy button-down shirt with his favorite pair of well-loved light wash jeans cuffed at the ankles, with his silver atocha coin pendant resting on his tanned chest.

“Hey, you!” He says happily with a big grin as he tugs you over the threshold and into a tight hug. “Hi Jacob.” You say into his almost-bare chest, the back of your head being held by his hand.

Jake loosens his grip on you and you pull back, but stay in his arms. “How was work?” He asks as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

You shrug. “Work was fine, nothing too exciting. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough, I have some really important plans tonight.”

Jake smiles down at you as he reaches behind to shut the door, his eyes not leaving yours. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

You loop your fingers into his belt loops and pull him forward, your lips meeting his. Without any hesitation, he’s kissing you back fiercely, moving his hands around your neck while you slide one hand just under the hem of his shirt that lands at his hips, and your other hand begins running up and down his warm chest.

When you both can’t take it anymore, you pull back slightly. Jake’s chest is heaving up and down while he catches his breath and he looks at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Mmm, yeah that was really important.” Jake says in his deep rasp. You pat his chest with a smirk and he grabs your hand, kissing the back of it before leading you to his kitchen.

“Jake, it smells amazing in here.” You say as you both stand in the kitchen. Jake smiles and looks down at the bottle of wine he’s grabbed, pouring both of you a glass. His cheeks warm at your praise.

“Thank you, I’m really glad I get to cook for you tonight.” He hands you the glass of wine and you thank him with a kiss on the cheek.

You sit on a stool in his kitchen after offering to help, which he immediately shot down. “You know, I remember there was one time you made chocolate chip cookies and brought them to the office on a day I was working there with you guys, and I’m pretty sure they were the best cookies I’ve ever had in my entire life. It had to have been two years ago but I still remember them.” You tell him and he smiles fondly at the memory.

It wasn’t often that he would bring homemade treats to the office, but he remembered from one of his appointments that you loved sweets, especially cookies. He purposely woke up early that day to make cookies to bring for everyone, but mainly you. The way your eyes lit up when he nervously approached you with the container and the big smile you gave him after declaring they were utterly delicious sent him to heaven and back.

Jake smiles at you. “I have cookie dough chilling in the fridge, I remembered you really liked those. I’ll put them in the oven after dinner so we can have them for our movies.”

You rest your head on your hand on the counter and sigh happily up at Jake. “I don’t think you could get any sweeter, Jacob.”

Jake’s cheeks darken into the nearly perpetual blush he has when he’s around you and he walks by you to grab the pizzas he made out of the oven. “Only for you.” He says with his back to you as he opens the oven, too shy to say that while making eye contact. You grin at the man standing before you, your heart overflowing. The feelings you had for Jake were unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. He was kind, thoughtful, hilarious, talented, intelligent - truly one in a million.

He sets the pizzas on the counter and they look amazing. “Okay chef, tell me what we have here.” You stand up and move to be next to him, lightly bumping his elbow and he chuckles.

“Um, well, this one on the left is a rosemary bacon goat cheese, it’s my favorite to make, and I didn’t know if that would sound good to you so I also made a cheese one.” Jake rubs the back of his neck nervously and peers down at you.

“No, these both look amazing, thank you so much for making dinner.” You tell him as you wrap one arm around his waist and squeeze gently.

He wraps his arm around you as well and leans his head on yours. “You’re welcome, I’m just glad we can spend some time together this weekend.” He says quietly. He unwinds his arm and starts cutting the pizzas while you put the fruit and salads he had already prepped on the table.

You both grab some slices of pizza and sit at his kitchen table. It’s truly the best pizza you’ve ever had, far surpassing anything you’ve ever made before.

“Oh my god Jake, this is so good!” You say. He finishes his bite, holding back a smile. “I’ve been told before that if something happens and music doesn’t work out, I should pursue a culinary career.” He laughs.

You both finish eating dinner and Jake puts the cookies in the oven. Eyeing the bottle of wine on the counter, you refill both of your glasses and move to his living room, where he has cozy pillows, blankets, and candles set up.

“Hey Jake, I’m going to change into comfier clothes.” You yell while walking upstairs with your bag. You walk into his room and grab your crewneck and leggings out of your bag and start to change. Jake had wandered upstairs and figured you were changing in his bathroom and strolled into his bedroom without a second thought, also planning on changing.

Your back was to his door and you were in your underwear, pulling your shirt off when you hear him behind you. “Oh my god! Sorry, sorry-” he says as he nearly trips over himself, stumbling out of his room hastily to give you privacy. Little did Jake know, you truly didn’t mind.

A giggle escapes your mouth as you turn around. “Jake, come back here!” You yell to him, still in your bra and underwear set.

He slowly walks back into his room, cheeks on fire and heart beating out of his chest, and is staring with wide eyes. Jake is seemingly frozen, taking all of you in. “I’m sorr-”

“Shh,” you whisper, approaching him and placing a finger on his lips, “it’s okay.”

Jake swallows harshly and looks at you and timidly places his hands on either side of your waist, holding you close. His heart is pounding, but so is yours. “You are so beautiful.” He whispers as his sweet honey eyes meet yours. You smile and tuck some hair behind his ear before looping your arms around his neck. His lips are on yours instantly and all of a sudden, he’s pushed you against his bedroom wall. His hands begin to wander and so do yours, all without breaking the feverish kisses. He’s squeezing your ass and you have one hand up his shirt and one hand moving to his zipper when the oven goes off and a series of beeps chirp loudly from downstairs.

Jake pulls back with a loud groan. “God fucking dammit.” He mutters and you giggle. You back up off the wall and he heaves a heavy sigh before running downstairs to grab the cookies.

You turn back to your bag, the moment ruined, but decide to put on your white lacy lingerie set under your comfy clothes. Jake hears you come downstairs and rubs the back of his neck when you come into the kitchen.

“Well, at least we have cookies.” He says while shooting you a nervous glance, making sure that you were fine after what just happened in his room. The tension between you two is thick.

You laugh. “Can we get cozy on the couch? I really want to cuddle up with you.” You tell him and he gives you a small smile and a nod and puts a plate on the counter. “Throw some cookies on this plate and I’ll be right back.”

Jake runs upstairs to change and sighs as he looks at the situation in his pants. There’s no way you both were going to make it through a movie, much less an entire marathon, without things escalating.

He came back down to find you cozied up under his blanket with the plate of cookies nearby. He grins at your cuteness and slides under the blanket with you. He tugs you into his side while grabbing the remote and starts scrolling through Netflix.

“What are you in the mood for, sweetheart?” He asks and you hum. “I know you love Pirates of the Caribbean, just throw on one of those?”

“God, you’re incredible.” He mutters under his breath and you snicker in response. He finds the first Pirates movie and hits play. You cozy up further into his side and he grabs a warm cookie off the plate and rips off a piece.

“You want some, baby?” He says quietly and you nod, fully expecting him to hand you the piece. Instead, he brings it to your mouth and watches your lips close around the small bite. His fingers brush your lips and his eyes turn dark. You throw your head back against his shoulder. “Oh my god, just as good as I remember.”

He laughs and feeds you another piece before taking a bite of his own. “Yeah, these are pretty good, in my humble opinion.”

The cookie is gone and you eye the plate on the side table on the other side of Jake. Feeling devious, you sit up a little and slide yourself across Jake’s lap, facing him. His mouth opens slightly out of surprise and you lean over to ghost his lips while blindly grabbing a cookie off the plate. “I wanted another one.” You whisper onto his lips and just before he can close the slight distance between your face and his, you slide back into your original spot with your cookie in hand.

“That was so mean.” Jake pouts and you laugh. You break off a piece of the cookie and hold it up to his lips as a consolation prize. He rolls his eyes at you but accepts the bite.

You both sit quietly for a few minutes, snuggled up together, before Jake gets antsy. His arm is wrapped around you and he starts making circles into your skin with his hand. His other hand is tapping his thigh, his eyes are on the TV screen. You can tell he’s not watching at all and his mind is elsewhere.

“You good, baby?” You ask him. He nods.

“Just fine.” He mumbles.

You take your hand that’s resting on his chest and start slowly moving it down to his thigh. You start rubbing gentle circles up near where his thigh and hip meet and Jake shakily inhales before muttering “fuck it” and yanking you onto his lap. You’re straddling him, kissing him furiously while his hands pick up right where they left off in his bedroom.

Jake’s tongue dances at the entrance of your mouth and you eagerly let him in. Your hands travel down to the crotch of his pants and in that moment, you thank a higher power for Jake changing into sweatpants as you start to tug his pants down. “This okay?” You ask him, out of breath.

“Yes, oh my god yes.” He manages to get out and he lifts himself up a little so you can slide his pants off. You start attacking his neck with small kisses and move lower to his collarbone so you can leave marks. Your teeth sink gently into his skin and a whine escapes Jake’s throat and he moves his hands to the hem of your crewneck, hastily trying to lift it over your head.

He’s pantsless and you’re shirtless and Jake slows his movements for a moment, gawking at you in your lingerie. He has never seen someone so angelic in his life, and he swears that he will never commit another sin again if it means he can have you half naked in his lap every day for the rest of eternity.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, “you are so fucking beautiful, baby.” You grin at him while ripping your own leggings off and start kissing him again, this time rolling your hips a little and his cock is begging to be set free as it moves against your soaked core. Jake moans as you roll your hips and nibble on his ear at the same time and it’s the hottest sound you’ve ever heard.

“Let me hear you Jake.” You whisper into his ear before tugging on it with his teeth and he moves his hands from squeezing your ass to gripping the underside of your thighs, and he stands, shakily carrying you out of his living room. You don’t make it up the stairs, instead, he carries you to the wall and shoves you against it, still holding you up. Your legs are wrapped around his waist, your hands tugging his hair, and his tongue finds its way into your mouth again.

You unwrap your legs and slide off of him, but Jake keeps you pressed against the wall. “Don’t fucking move.” He says in a deep voice. It’s now his turn to leave marks of his own on you, your body a blank canvas for the art he’s about to leave on your chest and stomach. His lips glide down the center of your chest as he skillfully unhooks your lingerie and tosses it to the side. “Angel, you’re an angel, so perfect.” He whispers as he starts to wrap his lips around your breast and you hiss out of pleasure when he bites down just above your nipple. He soothes the bite with his tongue before moving to your other side and continuing to kiss, suck, bite, and lip all the way down to below your belly button. He’s firmly holding you in place with his hands, his mouth doing all of the heavy lifting.

“Can I take these off, baby?” He asks with his fingers hooked in the elastic band and you all but rip the last remaining bit of lace off your body on your own.

“Someone’s eager.” Jake chuckles darkly. He starts leaving kisses and nibbles on the insides of your thighs while still holding you against the wall firmly at your hips and you're shaky and quickly losing the ability to stand while Jake continues to paint a canvas across your body.

“Jake,” you whine in a high pitch, “take me upstairs, please baby.”

He moves his hands from your hips to under your ass and he lifts you with ease again. You start kissing his neck as he carefully navigates up the stairs and he throws you onto your back on his bed. Jake’s immediately on top of you and your hands travel to his boxers, tugging them down. His lips don’t falter against yours as he tosses the last bit of his own clothing to the side.

“Jake, baby, please, I need you.” You beg into his lips as your hands travel down to his cock and you start showing him some attention. Jake moans in response as he feels your hand wrapped around him and your free hand travels to his hair, yanking his face to yours.

“I. Fucking. Need. You.” You groan with gritted teeth and Jake’s chest is pounding as you push him off of you and force him onto his back. You’re in control now, and it’s not something Jake’s used to in bed.

“Jesus sweetheart.” He pants, chest starting to gleam with sweat. You start to kiss and lick down his tanned body, small breaths and whines leaving the back of his throat, until your lips meet the base of his cock. He’s big and beautifully pink, a delicious bead of precum waiting for you at the tip.

“Is this okay baby?” You ask and Jake can hardly get words out. “Please.” He whines and you immediately sink your lips around him, taking him in fully until he’s brushing the back of your throat. “So good for me baby, so good.” He moans and you take his balls in your hand, gently massaging them, as you start to move your lips up and down his shaft, swirling your tongue around the tip. Another whine escapes Jake’s throat involuntarily, he can’t help it, not when he’s been dreaming of a moment like this for three years.

You continue working up and down his cock, sweat pooling on Jake’s forehead and his hands gripping your hair, when his edge is quickly approaching.

“Baby you need to- I’m going to- if you keep.” He shakily gets out, no coherent thought able to make it from his brain to his lips as you suck him off to oblivion and back. You continue your movements until Jake moans your name and you feel him painting the back of your throat with his release. You swallow and slowly let him out of your mouth before kissing your way back up to his lips.

He eagerly greets you with his tongue yet again, small whines coming from both of you as he sits up and you sit in his lap, lips hungrily moving together.

Jake takes two of his fingers and drags them through your dripping core. “Is this all for me baby? What’s got you so worked up?” He’s looking at you with a shit-eating grin before he takes those same fingers and wraps his lips around them, eyes rolling back into his head. It’s incredibly filthy and incredibly sexy and-

“If I don’t have you inside of me in the next five minutes, I’m going to fucking die.” You huff and Jake’s eyes open and he takes his fingers out of his mouth, only to wrap his hand around your neck lightly.

“Patience, baby.” He growls lowly. “I’ve been waiting for this for three fucking years and we are going to take our time. Do you understand me?”

You gulp, this Jake being worlds apart from the whiny man you were sucking off minutes prior. His hand is still lightly wrapped around your neck as you nod.

“I need you to use your words, sugar.” Jake says, eyes dripping with lust for you. “I understand.” You whisper and Jake leans forward, not moving his hand.

“Do you know what the color system is?” He whispers into your ear and you nod. “Green, keep going, yellow, slow down, and red is a hard stop. What’s your color, sweetheart?”

“Green, fucking green.” You get out shakily, loving the feeling of his large calloused hand clamped around your neck and Jake smiles darkly. “My pretty little baby, our fun isn’t over yet.” He says and he finally removes his hand from your throat only to take fingers from that hand and tease you by swirling around your clit before sliding inside of you. You arch your back and moan loudly and Jake’s loving it.

“Come on baby, let me hear you. Let me hear that pretty voice sing for me.” He says in a deep voice as his fingers start to work expertly inside of you. Jake’s enjoying this just as much as you are, and his cock is starting to grow hard again at the sounds of your moans and whines and feeling of his fingers pumping inside and around you. His fingers are curling and swirling in ways that feel incredibly sinful and his lips are kissing and biting your stomach and it must be what heaven feels like.

“I need you to cum for me pretty, can you do that? Filthy girl, I know you want to.” He says with ragged breaths as he works you to your orgasm. You let go and Jake lets out a pleased hum, helping you ride out your pleasure.

Jake slides up to your lips and tucks hair behind your ear. “Condom, baby?” You shake your head, struggling to find words. “I’m on the pill. Clean. I’m good.”

Jake grins. “Me too. Are you ready to keep having fun, sugar?” You nod and Jake wraps his hand around your throat again, knowing that you like that.

“Words.” He gets through his gritted teeth.

“Yes baby, please, please I need you, need you inside of me.” You beg and Jake grins before kissing you and dragging your bottom lip down with his teeth.

He lines himself up and pushes himself into you, and you stand corrected. This is what heaven must be like.

“So fucking tight,” Jake moans, “fuck.” He starts pumping in and out of you, finding a relentless rhythm and you wrap your legs around his torso and start biting on his collarbone and wrapping your hands in his hair. “My pretty little baby, taking my cock so well, I knew you would.” He praises you and you thank him with a kiss to his sweaty bare chest as he continues pounding into you. You know that you’re going to wake up with all sorts of aches after tonight, but it is so worth it.

You whine into Jake’s ear. “Jake, Jakey, I’m close.”

“Do not cum,” he growls, not sacrificing his pace, “not until I say you can.”

“Please, please, baby,” you whine louder, “Jake, please let me cum. Let me cum all over your cock, baby please.”

Your begging and whining just propels Jake closer and closer to his own orgasm. You wrap your legs around him tighter and yank his hair just a little harder and he manages to get out, “Come on baby, cum for me.”

You moan and finish with him inside of you and he’s right there with you. The feeling of him finishing, his release filling you up, and then him pulling out slowly is one that you hope you’ll get to experience again and again.

Jake collapses next to you and rolls onto his side, planting a small kiss on your lips. You lay together for a moment, completely still except for your chests moving up and down, trying to breathe normally again. Jake finds his footing and gets up, returning moments later with a warm washcloth. He carefully cleans you up and then himself and tosses the washcloth into his hamper.

He walks back over to you and smiles. “Come on baby, let’s take a shower.” Jake says softly as he looks down at you in your completely fucked-out state.

You allow him to gently pull you off of his bed and he carries you to his bathroom, carefully setting you on the counter while he grabs towels and starts the water.

Jake allows you to get in the shower first and the two of you stand under the water together, facing each other. You tilt your head up for a kiss and Jake presses his lips to yours and pulls back slightly.

“Can I wash your hair for you, sweetheart?” He asks and you smile at him, never having been with someone that took care of you like this before.

“Yes please.” You say in a small voice and Jake smiles as he grabs shampoo and puts some in his hair and yours. His fingers are like magic as they work the shampoo into your scalp, and your eyes fall shut. Jake giggles. “Don’t fall asleep on me yet.” He teases and you open one eye to playfully glare at him.

Jake helps rinse the shampoo out of your hair and puts conditioner in it next. While that sits on both of your heads, he lathers up some soap and starts gently running his hands all over your body, leaving soft kisses in the places that water rinses you off. His touch is so gentle and caring.

Once you both are all set, he dries you off, pressing more little kisses to your shoulders, chest, and hips, and then hands you a tshirt of his. You smile fondly at the worn cotton and pull it over your head before brushing your hair and getting ready for bed.

Both of you collapse onto Jake’s bed, and he pulls you into him immediately. “Come here sweetheart, let’s get cozy.” He mumbles. Sleep is quickly coming for both you and him. Settling into his warm chest, you look up at him to see he’s already looking at you with a tired smile on his face.

“Goodnight Jake.” You whisper and he gives you one last kiss before wishing you sweet dreams.

•

The morning sun is peeking in through the windows and Jake wakes up before you do. He looks down at your sleeping figure curled up into him. Seeing you peacefully sleeping against him while wearing his shirt is something he wishes he could start every day with. He brushes hair out of your face and starts running his fingers lightly down your back.

“Good morning sweetheart.” He says when your eyes start to open. “How did you sleep?”

You groan and stretch and curl up deeper into Jake’s side. He smiles at how cute you are when you’re sleepy. “So good,” you mumble, “you make a good pillow.” He smiles adoringly at you.

You stay snuggled up to Jake for a few minutes and then lean up to give him a kiss once fully awake. “What are you up to today?” You ask him.

He shrugs. “Nothing really.”

You nod. “Same here.” You aren’t ready to leave Jake yet, and you have a suspicion that he feels the same.

Jake looks over at you. “Stay with me. Please. I’ll make us breakfast and we can go to the farmer’s market. I don’t want you to leave yet.”

“I don’t want to leave either.” You say softly and the corners of his lips turn up.

“Okay, I’ll get a head start on breakfast while you get ready.” Before you can offer to help, he places a quick kiss on your forehead and darts out of his room.

You take a few minutes to put yourself together, and by the time you head downstairs, Jake’s almost done making pancakes and bacon. The sight of him standing in his kitchen, only in his boxers, is nearly enough to make you start drooling.

“Hey, can you grab syrup and chocolate chips from the pantry?” He asks when he hears you walk in and you rifle through the items in the pantry until you find both.

“Do you put both syrup and chocolate chips on your pancakes, Jake?” You ask, setting both on the counter.

He breaks his concentration from the pancakes and turns around with a tiny grin. “I’ve told you before, I have a sweet tooth.”

You smile and grab plates and silverware and Jake puts food on both plates. You sit at his kitchen table together, eating breakfast and watching squirrels and birds in his backyard. It’s all so comfortable and natural, and you feel so at home with him.

Jake quickly gets ready and you wash the breakfast dishes while you wait. He slips downstairs and a pair of hands find their way around your waist. “Ready to head out?” He asks lowly in your ear.

You spin around and nod. He plants a single kiss on your lips before you both head out and get in his Jeep.

Jake plugs his phone in and puts his Spotify on shuffle. It’s a quick drive to the farmer’s market and the two of you sing along goofily to the songs playing.

“I know we’re not really trying right now, but you do have a beautiful voice, Jake,” you tell him and his eyebrows raise and cheeks flush, “you should sing more.”

He clears his throat, clearly shy. “Um, maybe.” He nervously chuckles. It tugs at your heartstrings, knowing that he’s so musically gifted in so many ways, but he’s not as confident when it comes to singing.

You reach over to grab his hand and he laces his fingers with yours for the rest of the drive.

The farmer’s market is busy, and you get out of the car and the smell of flowers from a nearby stand instantly hits you and you close your eyes and smile. Jake matches your smile as he watches you open your eyes and turn to him. “Ready?” He asks and you nod, heading towards the crowd of people.

Jake insists that you stop first at the flowers, and he grabs a pretty bunch of wildflowers. You object, but he insists on getting them for you. “Thank you Jake,” you say as you hold them close to your face, “these are so gorgeous.”

He moves his sunglasses up and his eyes are glowing as he looks down at you. “You remind me of wildflowers, you know. They’re vibrant and full of personality. And beautiful.”

Your cheeks darken and you and look up at him. “You’re making me blush, Jacob.”

He chuckles and the corners of his eyes wrinkle as he smiles. “Good, you make me blush all the fucking time.” You giggle and start walking, flowers in hand. Jake puts his sunglasses back on and walks next to you.

The two of you slowly walk through the aisles of stands. It’s crowded, people nearly bumping into each other constantly, and Jake brushes his hand against yours. You think it might have been an accident due to the close proximity you’re forced into, but it happens again and he tries to catch your pinky finger. You pull your hand away.

“Jake, we can’t, what if someone recognizes you?” You whisper quietly and his heart sinks a little. All he wants is to be yours, in public and in private, he doesn’t care what people think or may see.

“I don’t care.” He whispers back, trying to catch your eyes, but you are looking ahead and keeping your hand away from his, holding the flowers in front of you with both hands.

You aren’t even together, hell it’s only been a week and a half since you cut his hair and he invited you to hang out, but there’s a piece of him that’s hurt that you aren’t holding his hand in public when you are kissing and touching each other constantly when no one else is around.

Neither of you say a word as you traipse through the rest of the market and make your way back to his Jeep. You silently get in and stare straight ahead, hands folded in your lap. Jake looks at you and sighs quietly, taking his sunglasses off.

“I meant it. I don’t care if someone sees me holding your hand.” He says, his tone laced with a little bit of hurt.

You turn to look at him. “I care, Jake. I don’t want to cause issues for you.”

He shakes his head. “It’s really okay, I promise. I’m not really stopped in public that often anyways.” He hesitantly moves to grab one of your hands and you let him. He kisses the back of your hand and looks at you. “I like touching you.” He says plainly and you have to stifle a giggle at his forwardness.

“I know, you’re the touchiest person I’ve ever met in my entire life.” You pull your hand back and give him a smirk. “I don’t mind it though.”

He grins at you and leans forward while tapping his lips, silently asking for a kiss and proving your point. You lean forward too and press a sweet kiss to his lips.

Jake doesn’t say anything about how he wishes he could be touching you constantly, how he daydreams about what life could look like with you, how he wishes he was fucking you in the backseat of his Jeep right now, how he desperately wants to call you his and his only. He doesn’t want to scare you with his intensity, but little does he know that you’re starting to feel the same way about him.

“All good? Ready to head out?” He asks instead of revealing any of his thoughts to you and you nod.

After a few minutes of driving with music quietly playing, Jake pulls back into his driveway and turns to look at you. “I’m guessing you’re going to head home?” He asks. You can tell he wants you to stay, but you have your weekend errands to run, and you also want some down time to yourself before launching into yet another week at work.

You nod in response to his question and grab one of his hands in both of yours. “Thank you again for yesterday Jake, it’s been fun hanging out with you. And thank you again for the flowers.”

He gives you a small smile and leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead. “Let’s do something this week or next weekend too, yeah?”

You tuck a piece of hair behind his ear. “I’d like that.” You say softly. You lean forward to kiss him. “Text me.” You say as you get out of his Jeep and he grins. “Bye sweetheart, see you soon.” He says and you wave as you get into your car and pull out of his driveway.

Jake watches you drive away and he leans back in his seat, making no effort to go inside his house. Despite the tiny bit of awkwardness earlier, he smiles as he reflects on the last 18 hours spent with you. He hasn’t felt this happy and his heart hasn’t been so full in a long, long time.

Good things are happening. I just need to be patient.

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Skipped the day yesterday because my PC died, but I’ll try to write more replies today!

Starting with the ones related to our recently posted drawings~ But there are also some about twst characters and ships: Malleus, Riddle, Sebek/Jamil and many many more.

hipsterteller asked:

*sees Azul and Idia making out* welp someone better take a picture

I’m pretty sure Jade and Floyd are already on it. Maybe Ortho too, but for more wholesome reasons than the tweels…

hipsterteller asked:

Dang it Kalim…

He just HAD to ask Jamil to come back as soon as possible!

Anonymous asked:

~ 🎵 There goes the vizier hauling ass, like always 🎵 ~

Lmao thank you for the mental image of Jamil racing through the streets of Silk City in his big-ass robes. Looks like he forgot to get the food though... Maybe he and Kalim could have some fish for dinner?

You’re welcome~ Poor Jamil, getting food from the store isn’t even his job, but he was nice enough to go, and for what? To race right back through the streets of Silk City in his big-ass robes 😭

If Azul, Jade and Floyd didn’t bring them a pizza this time, they’ll have to have fish for dinner…

Anonymous asked:

Jamil is gonna murder these people, he doesn't care if he gets in trouble. That reminds me, does the...oh who am I kidding, of course they knew Jamil is acting like a snake by using Kalim again.

Jamil is so sick and tired of them, it’s been 30 seconds and he is already done LOL

They probably haven’t seen each other in quite some time, and Jamil isn’t planning on doing his subtle-Kalim-seduction thing in front of these three, but I have a feeling they’ll still notice that there is something going on between them. They know a snake when they see one…

Anonymous asked:

We seen the mafia Octavinelle often visiting Scalding Sands, but what about the Shrouds visiting there since they are often with the mafia?

Oh Ortho would love to visit, but he doesn’t usually get to go with the Octavinelle trio and stays by Idia’s side; and Idia probably hates the idea of visiting Scalding Sands, because it’s way too hot, and Kalim and Jamil are there, and Kalim is annoying and Jamil is scary, and the whole thing is going to be awkward, what is this really, a college reuinon? Yada-yada, mumbling Idia noises.

But still, they’ll visit them at least once. Even if Azul isn’t persuasive enough, Ortho’s puppy eyes are going to break Idia’s will for sure.

snowblub asked:

Whenever I see a post of yours and I know it's yours btw I look at what's there then forget I'm following you then go up to press follow and then realise that I do follow you. Short memory struggles... The amount of times this has happened is a bit embarrassing ngl.

But at least now you know that you got someone who would follow you a hundred times if possible?? I just thought to tell you.

AHHH This is so sweet of you?? Thank you so much. The fact that my drawings give you an urge to press follow despire already following is such an amazing thing to hear! <3 <3 <3

Anonymous asked:

I made the mistake of showing a newer friend your twitter account, I did warn them...😭😭😭

Like yes I like you BEACUSE your problematic, someone has to speak for us :(

~Anon <3

Ohh, I hope you didn’t have a bad fight with them, Anon. Having arguments and even falling-outs with friends because of ship-related content is always unfortunate :(

We can only speak for ourselves, but if you feel seen/inspired by the fact that we have the audacity to post our problematic stuff, I’m very happy to hear that!! <3 Thank you for supporting us.

Anonymous asked:

I've also been thinking about how Malleus threw off the dom/sub radar, and I think it's funny if he throws off everyone else's radar too and even himself guesses whether others are doms/subs wrong like 90% of the time LOL that's how we got rollo & mal flirting with each other, both convinced the other is going to rail them later that night, only to be met with disappointment😔 it's okay boys, there are plenty of gargoyles in the sea....

Anon THIS! I COMPLETELY AGREE lol Especially with Rollo and Malleus; I don’t know if Rollo expected anything from Malleus (he was being a tsundere, that’s for sure), but Malleus clearly read the room in… his own way…

We like to joke that this happens because Malleus learned the art of flirting from Lilia.

Now I can’t stop imagining Malleus’ confused blinks when he learns about the dom/sub positioning of some of the couples.

Anonymous asked:

Do you think Epel would like Heathers?

I don't know, Anon, I think Epel wouldn't really get Heathers 😭 But he'll appreciate the fact that it's less "girly" and more intense.

Anonymous asked:

"azul is only hot when he's angry" anon here. i changed my mind. i saw the light. im a redeemed soul.

Ah Anon! It’s good to hear back from you and see that you are no longer a hater of Azul’s natural immeasurable sex appeal. I’m sure Azul would be very pleased to hear that (and sexy) <3

(But in all seriousness I do wonder what made you change your mind…)

Anonymous asked:

I don't know if he's ever expressed a desire to become one in canon, but occasionally I cone across fics and fanart that portray Riddle as a Prosecutor. Every time I end up imagining him as an Ace Attorney rival and then end up laughing because I picture Phoenix thinking 'I thought I was done with the Von Karmas.'

Anon, he fits the role of an Ace Attorney Prosecutor PERFECTLY, and he would be SUCH AN ANNOYING BITCH TO PLAY AGAISNT LOL We love Ace Attorney very much, so we also joke about Riddle being a prosecutor from time to time. I have at least one sketch related to this topic but we posted it on ko-fi.

Our go-to is usually to give Ace the Attorney role, not only because of his name, but also because him being confrontational with Riddle is always a fun thing to imagine.

Imagine Riddle’s angry sprites as a prosecutor… he’s even worse than some of the Von Karmas… at least he doesn’t use a whip I guess lol

Anonymous asked:

i saw this sebejami doujin on pixiv and Sebek is my favorite boy along with Ortho so, what do you think about their dynamic?

They’re intriguing! It’s always interesting when someone who isn’t Malleus gets Sebek’s kind-of-sort-of-approval (a very important achievement I know), and Jamil somehow managed to do it. Maybe it’s because he managed to sit through Sebek’s hours-long rant about Malleus’ grateness in that one vignette, but it honestly shows just how interestingly their personalities play based off each other. Jamil is constantly done with everyone’s bs, but he’s unfrotunately tolerant enough to take a passive role and listen. But he is also enough of a tease to enjoy Sebek’s “cute” and silly moments, like when he watched him almost fight a goat during the Glorious Masquerade event. So I feel like to him Sebek would be a massive pain in the ass (and let’s be honest, with Jamil – who isn’t?), but also have his surprisingly endearing moments.

But this is based on their interactions in the Glorious Masquerade event + that one vignette in which Jamil promised to listen to Sebek’s odes for Malleus lol

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Do you have any headcanons of if it's revealed Lilia and Malleus are married or at least SHOULD be? Cause, again, the idea of Silver never questioning kisses and what not until NRC when they said I Love Yous and kissed in public and someone pointed it out is so funny to be

The thought has never occurred to me because to be honest, just like Silver, I never question anything that Lilia does lol

But I can picture some people from the NRC being confused about Lilia and Malleus’ relationship, because they’re definitely closer than just being friends… so while I’m not sure if they would think about them as a married couple(or who should get married), some people definitely think they’re banging lol

And Silver is very chill about it… if only these people knew the whole truth about Lilia’s relationship with both Silver and Malleus… marriage is the last thing that would come to their mind lol

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Hot take: Deuce gives Jack boob-jobs aka when you put a boner between the pectorals aka breasts/boobs and either the person receiving would move against the chest or the one who's chest is being used would squeezed their chest together and bounce. Thank my cousin for this random headcanon, never needed to know this was a thing but here we are

This 100% should be a thing, and Deuce 100% should do that, because Jack deserves it!!

This also 100% wouldn’t be Jack’s idea, so… I’m looking at Deuce knowing that he has seen this before. What are you reading/watching in your free time, Deuce?

#replies #our aus #mafia au #sultan au

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bts giving you aftercare - explicit

HAPPY COMEBACK EVE!!!! thought i'd share some OT7 aftercare headcanons since we're all about to get destroyed tonight 🥵🥵

these somehow got long af so.... enjoy? also i half-drafted this in my DMs to @rapline-heaux, and then @kiestrokes basically beta'd this bc i can't keep anything to myself 💀 love both of you beebs!!

🔞 explicit sexual content ahead, minors begone 🔞

knj: prepare for an entire therapy session is all i'm saying. he noticed exactly what parts of his degradation made your pussy throb and you are going to UNPACK that shit together. we all know this man is a freak tho so once the emotions are processed, he's immediately telling you what things he wants to try next time bc his list is never-ending. he wants to hear all about your fantasies too, and once you mention something one time he will remember it forever, and do whatever he can to make it happen for you

ksj: hope you're ready to be treated like ROYALTY. he definitely absolutely just wrecked your shit so, y'know, gotta restore the balance. the first step is to run you a hot bath with epsom salts to soak your sore muscles and already-blossoming bruises in. he leaves you to it, poking his head back in to let you know he made dinner. if he catches so much as a glimpse of unsteadiness in your legs when you step out of the tub and slip your robe on, he's carrying you downstairs bridal-style, ignoring any attempts you make to protest

myg: if there's one thing our otherwise tsundere boy is gonna do minutes after an orgasm, it's praise the SHIT out of you. as soon as he gets his breath back, his low voice is in your ear, telling you that you took his cock so well, and how fucking hot it is to watch your tits bounce while he rails you, and how much he loves having a perfect little slut like you. he knows how crazy his praise makes you (largely in part because it's so rare from him) and honestly 50% of the time this ends in you getting so turned on that you beg him to go down on you one more time #tonguetechnology

jhs: let's be real, this man won't even be able to sit down until he puts the bedroom back together. he'll probably even vacuum while he's already up and tidying, and you really don't mind watching him do it all since he is still fully naked. once he's satisfied with the state of things (and gets you a glass of water and a snack from the kitchen bc he's an acts of service KING) he's crawling into bed next to you where you'll stay for the rest of the night, cuddling and talking and laughing until your stomach hurts

pjm: clingy clingy clingyyyyyy cuddles. his mouth and hands are everywhere at once, to the point where it could nearly count as overstimulation, in the best way possible. he loves to trace over the marks he left behind on your skin, and when he's feeling particularly bratty, loves pressing down just a little on the largest ones until he coaxes a hiss and a whine out of you. then he finally relents and reaches for the lotion, massaging you until everything smells of lavender and nothing else in the world exists to you except his hands working into your body

kth: immediately goes to sleep sldkjflksdjf I'M SORRY. he puts on music or a movie or something but yeah that man is knocked tf OUT, hope ur good bb. but you can have a little next-morning shower sex, nice and slow because he knows you're sore and swollen, as a treat

jjk: pivots so fast you can't even believe it's the same guy who was just pulling your hair and fucking you like a whore. he literally becomes this emoji: 🥺🥺 and wants to rehash everything to make sure it was all okay for you. super nervous that he went too hard even though you always tell him you can take more. once you manage to convince him that you're fine, he grins from ear to ear as he recounts how many times he made you come

#bts imagine #bts headcanon #bts scenario #bts smut #bts x reader #MY SINCEREST APOLOGIES TO THE TAE STANS #i told B he would fall the fuck asleep as a joke and nothing else felt right hahahaha

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Hi Stormy,

I hope you are doing well. I appreciate your perspective and level-headed take on things and I'm writing to share my perspective because I think maybe people forget how hard/tricky it can be to be lgbtqi+ in a society that actively discriminates.

I'm an older ARMY and came out as queer around the time our boys were born. I live in the US, so I came out at a time when there were zero legal protections. Really it was a dramatically different world from how it is here now and, from what I observe, there are similarities to how Korea is currently. I also lived with a group of Koreans for several years in the 90s so got super familiar with Korean skinship and norms. Being older with this experience, I think I just see things a little differently.

When I first got into BTS, I noticed JK & JM having a different vibe than the others. Then, very early on, I came across GCF and I quite literally thought that GCF Tokyo was a coming out video. I thought JK & JM were together and out. My partner (not ARMY) watched it and said, "Aw, he loves him so much." Of course, I watched more and looked into it and realized that they are not out. It was only after watching original content and thinking they were a couple that I discovered shipping which was a little crazy when I look back on it. And, it's funny because the reasons I think they are a couple have little to do with their skinship that are so often shown as "proof" of their relationship. What makes them seem like a couple to me has more to do with their (or other members) tiny moments of panic that point to something more/hidden. I just have not picked up on little panic moments like that with any of the other members. I mean if "real couples" were based on skinship, we have a video of Jin literally sticking his hand through Tae's legs and grabbing his balls, but I don't think they are a couple. Seriously, if it were based on skinship alone, you'd think all of Bangtan are together. (Which is within the realm of possibility but seems very very unlikely to me.)

Anyway, like you, I think Jikook are a couple but I also think it is possible that I'm wrong and that they are just very close friends. If I'm wrong, no big deal. Regardless, one thing I am 100% sure of is that they love each other dearly either romantically or otherwise. I find delight in watching them interact because they are adorable.

On to my real point now! Military service is looming for them and this is a huge deal. It is quite literally dangerous to be queer and entering the South Korean military. If you are out or outed, you can be classified as having a mental disorder and can be dishonorably discharged. Even if you are not discharged, being queer will negatively effect your assignment in the military. Not to mention the risk of receiving all kinds of hate. If you are caught engaging in "homosexual acts" while in the military (on base) you can be jailed for 2 years. Basically, discrimination is written directly into the protocols of the SK military. So, our boys are closeted (assuming we are correct and they are not straight) and entering into this system soon.

In my view, it is 100% normal and expected for them to get more and more careful the closer they get to service. I feel like we are seeing this more with JM than JK. This is not surprising to me - JM fits the, "gay stereotype" way more than JK, so may feel more at risk. Plus, personality wise, he's more a rule follower and has clearly struggled more with self-acceptance. This military stuff may just be harder for him. I think it's hard for both of them, but maybe harder for JM.

I think it is very possible that they are intentionally toning things down and/or that they may be spending more time apart as a way to prepare. At any rate, I think we as outside observers need to remember that this is scary. The fear of consequences when you have no legal protections is hard to explain if you've never felt it. It's intense. They may lie to protect themselves and I would 100% understand that and support them in doing so. I also think there may be some push/pull happening. Like they may act kinda chilly to each other and then forget and act their normal lovey selves and then remember and act chill or stay away from each other when on camera. In things that have been filmed post their Las Vegas concerts, they have seemed a little more camera aware and careful to me than they have been in the years prior to then. All that seems normal to me given what they are facing right now.

Given all this, I think JM has been so brave with his queer coded stuff for Face. (As an aside - as an older queer for whom Maplethorp was an icon, him wearing those pants was AMAZING and meant so so much. Like I can't put into words how powerful that was.) And, JK has shown his love with those JM focused WeLives in a way that is so sweet. And, we've had these little interactions that really would not be happening if they were a couple who have now broken up. But, we have not really seen them together all that much. I think that's intentional and is really best for their safety.

So, yeah, sorry this got so long. I just hope folks think a little about how this current situation may play into what we see from jikook and that we recognize the very real possibility that this isn't a reflection on how they may be doing as a couple but a reflection on their current circumstances. We as a fandom need to remember always that we are not seeing the whole story and there is lots we don't know. These guys have been through a lot. They are strong (individually and with each other) and have a lot of support around them. Let's all send them our love and support, enjoy what they choose to share and remember that they may be holding back for very good reasons.

Thanks for sharing your story. Other than that you are older than I am, our thoughts and story has been pretty similar. I also don't totally agree with everything you've said military wise, I'm not sure honestly where I Land there. Haven't been thinking too hard about it honestly. BUT I do for the most part agree with all your feelings there. I also have multiple posts on my masterlist about lgbtq+ hardships in South Korea right now and among others too. Which touch on alot you said here as well.

Thanks again for sharing 💜💜💜

#jikook #kookmin

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mads how about mrs mac going into labour, maybe even when Ross is on tour

combining with I can’t stop thinking about Ross just being so soft and caring whilst wifey is in labour also hope you feel better soon darling ❤️ (and thank you! i'm not really. but it is what it is)

let's talk about keir's birth. i think it happens during a show at least somewhere in the uk, if not london itself, because there's no way ross (or any of the boys, or d word girlie coordinating things) would even chance him being in a different part of the world from you for at least a month and a half before your due date - which, by the way, is two weeks later than the date keir ended up arriving on. anyway, there's genuinely a show scheduled for that day, and you're chilling backstage at it, laughing at eilidh shoving hairclips into both her dad and matty's hair, when you start to feel a bit... odd. you go to the toilets, with d word girly (not dating matty at this point, btw) being like "hmmm you look a bit out of sorts. i'll come with you"; thank fuck she does, because pretty much as soon as the door to the girls' toilets closes behind you, your water breaks. you start to say "babe, please go and get ross", but she's one step ahead of you, bless her, like "i'll get him, i'll make sure matty's got eilidh, i'll make some calls", and then she hesitates like "are you sure you'll be ok on your own?" - you wave her off, and it's fine because ross is at your side in under a minute, checking to make sure you're alright and hugging you like "we're alright, everything's alright. just means we get to meet our boy sooner than we thought, yeah?", and you're genuinely quite calm. the same can't be said for the other room, where the tour promoter is genuinely trying to suggest that the gig tonight could still go ahead because "matty plays bass, right?" - matty literally puts his hands over eilidh's ears so she cant hear him say "i can, but also no fucking way am i missing this. this baby is basically another sibling for me. we're rescheduling the gig. end of", and then looks at girly to be like "is that going to be too much extra work for you, darling?", to which she's like "matty our friends are having a baby it's worth it" lol. it takes a while until your contractions are close enough that you can go to the hospital, but the couple of hours' wait is fairly pleasant; you're not in too much discomfort, and you're content to just sit with your husband and daughter (who is hyped about the happenings) and let everyone fuss over you. when it's almost time for keir to make his entrance, you kiss eilidh goodbye and tell her to be good for everyone while she waits for her baby brother, and she skips off with matty holding one hand and girly holding the other (hellish for them i fear) so everyone can congregate at adam's, before mark drops you and ross at the hospital. it's a quick labour, relatively straightforward, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt like fuck; as you push, ross half-hugs you as best he can, kissing your forehead and reassuring you like "i know it hurts, my love, but you're almost there. a few more pushes, and we'll have our baby boy. doing so well, i love you so much". when keir starts to properly make his debut in the world, you clutch your husband's hand so tightly that it's probably agonising, but he doesn't mention it at all, just keeps cooing praises and brushing your hair from your face, while the midwives keep you updated on how, um, increasingly present keir is lmao. with a final push, he's here, tiny baby cries filling the air and mixing with sniffles from mum and dad - ross weeps when he gets to cut the umbilical cord, crying even harder when he watches you do skin to skin with your son and then when he gets to meet him for the first time himself. keir's a far less fussy baby than his sister was, so it isn't long before ross is sitting holding him against his chest while you sleep, just rubbing keir's tiny little back and feeling so overwhelmed that his boy is here and healthy and hopefully happy. yeah, it's all just so so soft and sweet <3

#mads answers asks #ross asks #fluff asks #dad!ross #keir #eilidh

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A perfect plan - I

Table of contents - Next part

Balthazar x Fem!Tav

Good evening! Here is my part in Balthazar's growing fandom! It's not much, as usual, it's mainly self-indulging but I hope you would find something to like about it ! :)

Btw I made a mistake on my last post, it's not a reader pov sorry ^^ Also I'm just enjoying myself so Balth is maybe OCC, and it's probably not coherent with the main plot of the video game, but I don't care \o/.

A strange shadow left the Moonrise tower without a soul to notice it. It merged easily in the darkness outside as if it were a part of the curse, except for the little light dangling in front of it. Soon enough, it stopped in front of a big inn where the shadows seemed to be unable to enter.

"Who's there?" Only a diffuse glimmer could be seen through the darkness.

Jean was standing guard in front of the bridge leading to the Last Light Inn when he noticed this strange phenomenon growing closer to the Harpers QG.

“Don’t come closer!” He shouted, his hand rushing to his sword.

“My, my, such a rash reaction toward a perfect stranger”, a honeyed voice reprimanded.

“You don’t get to tell me how to react”, Jean shouted back while unsheathing his weapon.

“Your stupidity could lead you to doom without you even knowing it”, the honey was hardly hiding the growing annoyance.

“As if someone as suspicious as you could be our last hope! How did you get this lamp? Why do you hide your face? What’s your name? There’s too much unknown to let me risk the safety of my companions!”

“Why are we blocked here?” A loud and bossy voice shouted from behind the stranger.

Jean was startled by the sudden apparition of the group of four coming from the dark lands; dressed with heavy armour and blood everywhere, their serious faces and brave demeanour could spell only one company!

“Karlach, stop that, you’re going to make the poor boy die from a heart attack”, jocked a tiefling with red skin and nice horns to another one with the same complexion but far more muscles and centimetres.

As the group easily let her pass through, it was obvious that she was the leader. The stranger did not let her out of his glare as he was studying her.

“So what’s the hassle?” She asked Jean before casting her two-colour eyes on him. “Who’s this guy?”

She did not seem to be wary of him, as she was confident in her strength, but he could feel that her friendly talk could easily switch to a more violent answer depending on how well he could sell his speech.

“I’m a merchant”, he introduced himself, “the name is Bal.”

“A merchant, here? I’m more used to seeing dead ones than breathing ones”, she pointed doubtfully.

“I’m no ordinary merchant”, he boasted with a rictus, “and a genius like me knows that people are ready to give more when cornered .”

“He's got a point there”, a slender young woman with dark hair nodded.

“Hm, I know Shadowheart. I hope your merchandise is really interesting then.”

“Your small intelligence could not even comprehend half of it”, he stroked back.

“Haha! Well, I’ll take you at your word and will see what you have as soon as I have gotten rid of that blood”, she laughed. “Jean, let him through. If he tries anything funny, I will kill him myself.”

“Jaheira will not be happy with this.”

“I’ll talk to her later”, the tiefling shrugged while walking past them with her companions. “We need all the help we can get. She knows it as well as me.”

Bal did not stop to look at her with a satisfied grin on his face.

☠️

“Damn that felt good”, the tiefling sang happily after drinking a whole tankard of alcohol in one go.

“Impressive”, Karlach praised you in front of your two other companions with amused smiles.

Everyone had taken a nice shower, and cleaned the blood away from their clothes and armour; they felt as relaxed as possible in this ominous land.

The people around were chatting almost lightly, even if the danger was never far. But at least for a couple of hours, they would be able to drink and eat as if they could not die in the next second.

“You're special, someone is still there”, Halsin pointed with his drink and a playful smirk.

The leader scoffed at hearing his choice of words, but he was true. The strange merchant was indeed sitting in a corner of the Inn's main room. His hood covered half his face, while his cloak hardly concealed his large frame. It was odd, if he was a merchant he should have been loudly selling his goods. Still, he had caught her interest, and after grabbing a refill and another tankard, she joined him at his table.

“So how's business going?” She taunted him.

“Since I can still smell blood on you, I will say better than your shower”, he countered with a sneer.

Still, he accepted the drink she was handing him, and they both drank.

“I did not catch your name.”

“It's Tav.”

“So want to see what I have in store Tav?” He offered, using her name at the same time she answered.

She blinked, storing the strange occurrence in her memory before smiling at him with enthusiasm. Her enthusiasm quickly turned into deep concentration as she discovered trinkets full of powerful magic, rare books with knowledge beyond hers, and even some pieces of equipment that could easily change a fight in her favour. She discussed with him all that caught her eye, sharing drinks without moderation to the point where the both of them were talking without any restriction.

“Next time I’ll bring you a book about the druids, you’ll see how they are just a group of powerless hippies”, Bal ended their battle of arguments as the moon had risen a long time over the horizon.

“Yes do that, maybe I’ll reconsider my opinion then”, Tav playfully scoffed.

The man nodded while managing to still look smug, and satisfied before taking his leave for good. Meanwhile, Tav stared at him as he disappeared from her view. He was a really strange man, despite having met a lot of different and odd people since the beginning of her journey, that one was rushing to the top without much effort. However, it was far from discouraging her, as she had already understood that victory was often coming from an unexpected direction, so she was ready to try anything.

#fanfiction #baldursgate3 #balthazar bg3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #balthazar #Balthazar bg3 #BalthazarxFem!Tav #A perfect plan

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Midnight meeting pt.3

Summary: You have been under house arrest in the Avenger´s compound since arriving to that universe, then in a single night your world changes while meeting the newest addition to the team.

Warnings: Mentions of Nat/Reader. Female!ReaderxWanda Maximoff. Angst, drama, unrequited/requited love. Depression. Fluff.

Author's Note: So, this is my first try to a Wanda/Reader story and I'm nervous and this has not been betaed and English is not my mother tongue, so I apologise beforehand.

I'm back with the third part, and I'm glad you guys are licking it. I really am loving this and this is something I wanted to do for a long time. My idea is to go from the aftermath of the AOU all the way through Multiverse of Madness so, let's see how it goes.

Hope you like this new one.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Epilogue

Part 3 - Getting closer

Nights were getting colder as winter approached.

All through the day you could see rain falling outside the compound, if the place was alone before that day now it would be even worse since the weather channel had announced an oncoming storm. Pepper had been apologetically; she had promised to come over and have some quality time with you and perhaps get to know Wanda as well. The good news was that the team would be back soon, so they would not be as alone as they had been for the last week.

The sound on a familiar sound broke into the tapping of water against the window, your lips curled in a single smile as you heard the familiar voice of the Backstreet Boys on the speakers in the kitchen. Friday really memorized your playlist, the one you still held onto a mobile that didn’t even work in this part of the universe.

“Friday, I could kiss you for this, thank you!” You made sure she knew it; the AI could be quite picky when she wanted to.

My pleasure, Agent Y/N

You lip-synch to the song while pouring the popcorn on a bowl and serving the warm tea. The day had been cold, but right now was kind of ridiculous considering the place had a perfect AC system in the building. For some reason, you felt nervous. You hadn’t seen Wanda all day, but as soon as you finished some work she came right into your room to double check you two were still on for the TV night.

It had been cute. And quite amusing to see as she stumbled over her words.

Without wasting more time, you took the tray and left the kitchen to join the brunette in the common room.

“Wow, what did you do the place?” You blinked a couple of times, your eyes went from the table filled with several snacks including some of your favourites, some water and the sofa had been filled with pillows and blankets.

On another table you could see the different DVD sets she had acquired; Wanda was kneeling near the DVD player turning startled as you stood by the sofa. She smiled brightly at you and, for the very first time you can see a real smile there. It was so relaxed, her eyes sparked with contentment as Wanda showed you two different covers.

“Any preferences? I have The Dick Van Dyke Show and Bewitched.” Wanda pursed her lips glancing at the pile on the table missing your wince at the options.

You were not a sitcom fan, certainly not a 50’s or 60´s fan, but the way Wanda got over the whole plan, and how she was still trying to choose a single show so you two could watch it stopped you from saying anything. Instead, you placed the tray on the table and sat down on the sofa shrugging.

“Which one is your favourite?” You asked shooting her a curious glance as the young woman stiffened, her smile dropping a little.

“All of them.” She almost whispered, without looking at you she continued. “I…I used to watch them with my parents and Pietro, our father used to tell us this could help us improve our English so when we come to America…”

She trailed off right at instant.

In that instant everything made sense to you. Your heart almost broke when she turned her face to you, tears forming in her eyes but her lips cracked a single smile.

“Then, how about we start with the very first show you saw with them?” You finally stated trying to sound reassuring, “besides, I think I will follow your dad’s advice.”

Wanda opened her eyes at you, her brows raised as you offered a contemplative stare.

“I mean that it can help me improve my English, the gods know I need it.” You commented lightly, Wanda chuckled taking A Dream of Jeannie from the pile before turning to the DVD player.

“I don’t think you need it, Y/N, I…I like your accent.” She mumbled looking away from you.

You offered a chuckle leaning back against the sofa, once the first chapter of the show started playing on the TV and Wanda settled beside you, you decided to speak again.

“I like your accent to, Wanda. It suits you, and I find it quite cute to hear overall when you are nervous.”

She didn’t say anything, and you were so focused on the show you never noticed the light blush adorning the young woman’s cheeks nor the curved of a single smile adorning her features.

Everything went silent after that. You two focused on the show, laughing whenever something funny went through the screen enjoying the company of the other.

“My father…he used to love this show.” Wanda spoke after a while; her face was completely turned to the TV though her eyes were gleaming strangely as her grip on the pillow she had on her hands tightened. “He used to call me his little Jeannie because he always thought I was a genius.”

Wanda snorted drawing in a watery smile, you observed her carefully smiling softly at the game of words. The sounds coming from the show soon filled out the room and you couldn’t help but see the tears rolling down her cheeks. How long has it been for Wanda? A week? A month? A year?

The moment she got to the Avenger’s compound she was taken right away to do a quick check up, she was given a room and then she was left to wait what would happen to her. You knew most of the members of the Avengers had been trying to get close to her, though you also knew Natasha and Tony had been wary of her. Of her powers. Of what she could do.

How many of them had worried about the young woman instead of the potential hero?

“He knew almost all the dialogues and was quite funny.” Wanda continued and her voice was just a whisper filled with memories. “He was the real genius.”

The lights projected by the TV danced around the two of you, for a brief moment you thought of just continue watching the show, but something stopped you. There was a heavy weight on your chest, and you realized Wanda didn’t have anyone to talk to about this. About them. And you knew, thanks to your own experience, that talking about what you lost with someone you trusted was a step in the right direction.

“What was your mum’s favorite show?” Your question startled her, she turned sharply towards you locking her green eyes to yours.

It took her a moment, her head tilted to the side while her brows knitted together as if she was gauging your intentions. She was completely stiffed, and the pillow was almost choking out of her grasp, Wanda swallowed down her tears returning her eyes to the TV.

“The Dick Van Dyke show.” She mumbled chuckling at a memory. “My father used to be jealous whenever mother started talking about Rob.”

“Well, Van Dyke was quite a catch.” Your comment got a snort and a shake of her head, but this time around whatever tension she was holding onto ease a little.

“That’s what she used to say.”

“What about your brother?” You inquired further rearranging your position on the sofa.

The question was received by a dark stare coming from Wanda, the air around you stiffened all of a sudden making you wonder if you had made the wrong question. She bit her lower lip, her nose crunching up in an attempt to hold back the tears that were already falling down her cheeks; she looked lost all of a sudden, with her hands coming together to fiddle as her body started shaking.

Everything made sense at that moment.

You didn’t even hesitate as your hand placed itself on her knee, leaning forth until her eyes met yours. Wanda could not hide the agonizing pain reflecting in her green eyes, she could not stop the sob leaving her lips or the defeated posture she took the moment she found your eyes. It was so easy to forget how much she had lived while being a prisoner/minion of Hydra, or how much she had suffered before she became an experiment, even how easier was to think that since she agreed to come with them the death of her brother didn’t affect her anymore.

You knew it wasn’t anyones fault. You had seen Clint worried about her, trying to get her to talk and join in their nights. You had seen as Steve did the best he could, also trying to get her to share time with them. But none of them were ready to see this, how broken she was, or how lost. They sometimes forget people dealt with grief in different ways.

And thus, you decided to do something probably no one had said to her. And even though you knew it was not necessary, or your responsibility, you did it. Because you had been there, and a part of you understood.

“I’m sorry, Wanda. I’m sorry you have to live through all of this, I’m sorry you lost them. I’m sorry that there was no one there ready to help you and your brother that first time, and that after you lost Pietro…” You trailed off squeezing her knee gently. “I don’t pretend to understand, but I’m sorry that so many people failed you over and over, I don’t know what I can do or even if I can really help. But I’m here.”

In the blink of an eye, you had Wanda in your arms, her face hidden on the crook of your neck as you wrapped your arms around her in a comforting embrace. The sounds of voices and laughter inside a TV studio filled the room, they mixed with Wanda’s sobs, and you could not help but think this was perhaps what she needed it the most.

Your left hand moved up, brushing her locks as you accommodate yourself and her on top of you. Your heart breaking at the sounds she made until she finally gave up to tiredness and fall asleep.

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You two never got a chance to speak of that night.

The next day you received an early call from Pepper and a surprised visit by Agent Coulson. The man walked around the living room admiring the nice screen attached to one of the walls and the comfortable setting of several sofas placed around the room, you put the tea down raising an eyebrow as the man sat down measuring the softness of the seat.

“You okay there, Coulson?”

“This is quite comfy.” He stated grabbing the tea. “Stark doesn’t let me come to this part of the facility. He always takes me to the Hangar or to his office.”

You chuckled sitting down, “stop whining, you have come here twice only, but you spent your time in the Tower, with Pepper, that actually knows you more than simply Agent.”

The man snorted taking a sip from the beverage, you looked down the hall but there is nothing there. You felt guilty for just leaving Wanda all alone in there while coming here to attend the visitor. Coulson followed your stare lifting a single eyebrow.

“Everything okay?” He asked, you turned to him nodding sharply.

“Yeah, just…wondering if Maximoff is already awake.” You tried to sound casual, Coulson stared at you for a long time never showing any emotion or reaction to your words.

“It must be difficult for her, as much as it is for you.” He broke the silence then lowered the cup to the table. “But you have to trust everything would be okay.”

You leaned back on the sofa; your head tilted to one side as your lips curled slightly.

“I’ll take your word on it, Agent man.” You leaned forth placing your elbows on your knees. “Now tell me, what do you want?”

Before Coulson could say or do anything else, the sound of footsteps called your attention. You lifted your head to find yourself looking into the disheveled form of Wanda Maximoff at the threshold of the hall leading to the private rooms. She was paled and her hair was messy with her eyes red from sleep and the tears she shed the night before.

Her eyes found yours the moment she stopped death on her tracks as she realized you were not alone. Her hands came together in a wiggling, furrowing her brows she went from you to Coulson hesitating for a moment.

“Good morning, Ms. Maximoff, I trust you are doing fine?” Coulson decided to break the silence, he stood up and his face while hardened by his profession was trying to be gentle.

“I am.” Wanda all but replied, she bit her lower lip, and her eyes were back on you. “I was just…I didn’t know we have visitors.”

“Oh, I came in unannounced to speak with Y/N over here.” He replied offering a smile. “Just to make sure the both of you are doing okay, I guess.”

Wanda frowned and her eyes went from Coulson then back to you, she seemed hesitant at first before she lifted a hand signaling some point behind her.

“Right, I am fine, I guess.” Wanda stepped back and you stepped forth, she then evaded your glance lowering her head. “Thank you for coming by, I guess…I’ll be leaving.”

“Wanda…” you started without knowing what to say, but she merely tensed before leaving the same way she came in.

Coulson observed the interaction with some interested before sitting down, you stood there for what seemed like an eternity. You wished you could go after Wanda, to really know how she was, if she felt better or if she wanted to talk some more. When you finally sit down you realized Coulson was glancing at you quite amused.

“What?” You snarked without meaning to, the man lifted his arms shaking his head.

“Nothing, nothing.” He then decided to go back to business, his head turning to the hall before going back to you.

“She is not there. Don’t worry.” You answered the unasked question.

He nodded satisfied before placing a memory stick on top of the table, pushing it with his fingers towards you.

“There is some information in here that we need to be unencrypted.” His voice was all business now, the warm in his eyes lost as he looked at you. “This is unofficial, and you would be the only one able to access it. I know Stark has a private net or something in here, no one can enter it without him finding out.”

You smirked nodding, Coulson took his tea once more this time around sitting back.

“I trust you know what to do and that you will be discreet. This is Fury’s orders.”

You snorted shaking your head, “No shit, Sherlock. This is obviously his orders, and this is obviously another test. Though…”

You grabbed the memory stick putting it inside your pocket, “I’ll do it, of course. Anything else I need to know?”

“Yes, they will be back in three days.” Coulson stood up smiling gently at you.

It usually surprised you how fast he could change from being a nice guy to a cold-hearted agent. He was one of the most professional individuals you had known so far, and you quite like him. The news about the team coming home made your heart leap, you really missed them and all of a sudden, your mind decided to flash some images of Natasha.

“Good, this place was getting soundless without them.”

Coulson blinked at your choice of words, then he offered a smile, and you didn’t like the mischievous glint you found there.

“I’m not so sure that you have been that soundless as you claim,” He walked towards the exit glancing at you. “And I’m pretty sure you haven’t been so alone as you claim to be, I’m glad you have been making friends with our resident youngster over there. Just….try to not let Romanoff think you’re being too friendly.”

You were left there blinking in confusion, though you couldn’t help the sudden void in your stomach or the uncomfortable sting in your heart. You turned your head to the hall, but there was no one there. The night before came rushing through your memories and you wondered if perhaps Wanda was in her room.

The weight of the memory stick in your pocket was quite heavy, just as the thought of the work Pepper had entrusted you. With a heavy sigh, you stood up getting ready for a long day and night of work.

The conversation you wanted to have with Wanda would have to wait.

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