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beyondthesefourwalls · 1 year

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The Double Negative Effect

Summary: Javy knows deep down after he goes into G-LOC that he’s not going to be selected for the mission. He goes to a bar on his own to drink away some of his sorrows, and while he’s there, he meets someone who is having just as rough of a time as he is. Misery loves company, and together, they cancel out the bad day the other is having, replacing it with a night they’ll remember for all the right reasons.

Pairing: Javy Machado x Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 2.5K

Warnings: mentions of almost dying/being lucky to be alive, language, mentions of blood and injuries.

Notes: Written as a little gift for @roosterforme. I’ve been itching to write another Javy fic, so I hope you enjoy this one, babe! Thanks to her and @mak-32 for reading over it for me, as per ushe💚💜

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Quite honestly, Javy had never felt sorrier for himself in his whole Naval career. Perhaps even his whole entire life.

It was irrational, he knew.

G-LOC wasn’t something that an aviator could ever really stop once it set in. He had done everything that he could to prevent it from happening. He had relied on his training and was keeping his breathing as regulated as possible, he was tightening and releasing all the right muscles to keep his blood flow moving normally. But the higher g’s he was sustaining proved to be too much. He didn’t even realize what had happened until he was snapping out of it and seeing the mountain side coming at him with alarming speed.

He was lucky to be alive, and he knew that’s what he should be focusing on. But he couldn’t get over how of all times for this to happen, it had to be now.

There was no way he was being picked for the mission. The actual event would be so much more intense than the training route, and his body had proved that it couldn’t handle it this time. He should just consider himself honored that he was one of the twelve that had been called back to be into consideration for it - one of only four solo pilots in the entire Navy. He knew that later on, he’d be able to appreciate all of those facts.

Now, though, he was going to enjoy his pity party, attendance of one, ignoring his phone as it dinged in his pocket with Hangman checking in on him.

He knew all of the others were at the Hard Deck, but he hadn’t been in the mood to be surrounded by the rest of the squad. So he had ventured a little further from base and found some nondescript place near a strip of corporate offices. It was mostly full of men in suits and women in heels, grabbing a drink after work. He knew he stood out wearing dark jeans and a black tshirt, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Javy sat alone at the bar, nursing his bottom shelf whiskey. It burned his throat when it went down, but he welcomed the feeling.

“Work, family, or your love life?”

His eyes, which had been staring into the dark liquid in his glass, snapped up at the sudden voice. When they met yours, he sucked in a breath.

You were sitting a few seats over from him, and he truly wasn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed you when you sat down, because he definitely would have noticed had you been there when he got here. You were one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, and you were talking to him. When you raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, he realized he was staring, with his mouth open nonetheless. Embarrassment heated his cheeks and he cleared his throat.

“Sorry?”

You shrugged a shoulder that was covered by the silk of your dark green button down shirt and took a sip of your own drink. You crossed a leg over your opposite knee as you turned more toward him, and he couldn’t help but track the movement with his eyes. Even with black dress pants and sitting down, he knew you had to have amazing legs. He had always had a thing for legs.

“You’re alone at the bar, staring into that glass like it might have the answers, looking like someone kicked your puppy. Oh!” you exclaimed once you realized what you had said, pretty eyes widening, “was it your dog?”

Javy let out the first laugh he had been able to muster since regaining consciousness in his F-18. He shook his head, informing you that he had never owned a dog in his life. You let out a sigh of what looked like relief, before raising both eyebrows at him again. God, you were so cute. He could practically feel some of the tension he had been holding slipping off his shoulders just by looking at you, and how you were looking back at him.

“Work,” he told you.

“Ah. I was betting on your love life.”

Your tone was playful, and there was a glint in your eye that had him smiling. With another chuckle, he motioned toward the empty barstool directly beside you. “May I?”

“Please,” you said, and Javy stood and carried his glass a few steps until he settled into the seat next to you. He held out a hand.

“Javy,” he introduced. You told him your name, slipping your hand in his to shake. Your skin was soft against his, and warmth spread through his whole body at your touch. He repeated your name softly under his breath, and realized he liked the way it tasted on his tongue.

“What about you?” he asked, gesturing to your own drink once you had pulled your hand away. “Work, family, or your love life?”

You tilted your head slightly, a teasing smile on your lips as you seemed to consider his question. You tapped a finger against your chin in thought. You took another sip of your drink, your eyes never leaving his face.

"Well, let's see. Work is demanding, family is complicated, and love life... Well, who really has time for that nowadays when you have the first two taking up all your time?"

"Tell me about it," Javy replied, a hint of wistfulness in his tone.

“Wanna talk about it?” you offered, waving your hand in front of you. “Misery loves company all that.”

Javy hesitated, contemplating whether or not he should. The whole situation had been weighing on him since it happened, consuming his every thought as he went over it time and time again. He was surprised when he found himself not as worried about it now all of a sudden.

“I was…in consideration for something at work,” he said, choosing his words carefully. “Something really big. But I had a bit of a setback, and it most certainly messed with my chances.”

You hummed at his words. “That sucks.”

He huffed out a laugh, nodding in agreement. He finished his drink and motioned to the bartender for another one. When he looked at you with a silent question, you finished your drink off as well, nodding to the bartender.

“What about you?” Javy asked.

“Asshole clients. Even more of an asshole boss. Plus parents who say I’m not living up to my potential.”

He winced in sympathy. “Ouch.”

The bartender set down the fresh round of drinks, leaving quickly to tend to other customers. You lifted yours in his direction, a small, intriguing smirk on your face. “Here’s to bad days and strangers.”

Javy tapped his glass against yours with a smile before bringing it to his lips. For a moment, the rattling sound of ice and the sound of the bar around you were the only things filling the silence, but you never looked away from each other.

Once you set down your drink, your eyes twinkled in curiosity and you leaned toward him. “So tell me, what do you like to do when you’re not sitting alone in a bar?”

Conversation flowed effortlessly after that. It was like once the two of you started talking, neither of you could stop. He barely noticed how much time had passed. You traded questions back and forth as you got to know one another, swapping stories and hobbies and beliefs. The dimly lit bar offered a temporary escape from the rest of the world, and you were the best company that he didn’t even know he needed to get lost with. You exuded an air of confidence as you talked, your voice pulling him in like a magnet. Javy found himself completely captivated by you.

He noticed that you tended to talk with your hands, something he found absolutely adorable. As you animatedly spoke about a book you had just finished, you knocked into the glass you had been drinking from. Your reflexes had you reaching out to try and stop it from falling, but you were just a millisecond too late. It shattered on impact, and a jagged shard from it scraped your palm. A sharp gasp escaped your lips.

Without hesitation, Javy grabbed a napkin and grabbed your hand, applying pressure to the wound to stop the bleeding. When he looked at your face, your eyes were wide and your mouth slightly open, and your breathing was coming quicker.

“Hey, it’s okay. It doesn’t look too deep.”

You didn’t seem to hear him, or if you did, you didn’t acknowledge his words. He said your name again, and then once more. This time, you met his eyes. You swallowed thickly and took a shaky breath.

“Um,” you began, voice unsteady, “now might be a good time to tell you I am…not great with blood.”

“Oh. Shit.”

Despite the panic on your face, you managed to muster up a weak laugh at his reaction. “Yeah.”

Javy quickly scanned the bar, spotting the bartender who was just returning from grabbing a crate of glasses from the back.

“Excuse me,” he called out, trying to get his attention. The man looked over, eyes widening at the sight of broken glass and him holding a wad of flimsy bar napkins to your palm. "Do you have a first aid kit or something?"

He nodded and went to the other end of the bar, grabbing something from under the counter. He returned with a small first aid kit in his hands. Javy thanked him as he took it. Glancing around, he noticed a few pairs of curious eyes looking in their direction.

“Hey,” he said gently, waiting until you met his eyes to continue. “Let’s go sit over there, okay? It’s a little more private.”

You seemed to catch on to what he was saying, and you nodded jerkily as you slipped off your barstool. You thanked him under your breath as he led you to an empty corner booth, gratitude clear in your voice. He let you slide in first before he slipped in next to you, angling his body to keep you away from prying eyes.

Opening the, admittedly dismal, first aid kit, he grabbed some sterile gauze and adhesive tape.

"I'm sorry about this," he said, voice filled with sympathy as he reached for your injured hand again. "Just look at me, okay?”

You still looked a bit shaken, but you seemed to trust him. He couldn’t deny that the notion filled him with warmth. He gently pressed the gauze against the wound, applying steady pressure. Despite your unease, you managed to keep your focus on him.

As he cleaned and taped you up, Javy spoke softly to try and keep you distracted. He told you about flying in the Navy, and shared that ironically, he had a bit of a fear of commercial airplanes. The look you gave him in return was completely incredulous and full of disbelief.

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m not,” he assured you with a laugh, “A fighter jet is completely different. I’m one person, manning a very small aircraft. A plane that can hold hundreds of people and cargo, and only be flown by one or two people? Just doesn’t make all that much sense to me.”

“That…might be the best contradiction I’ve ever heard. Wow.”

Javy grinned at your bewilderment. He didn’t care if it took spilling one of his more embarrassing secrets, because you were smiling too, the panic in your eyes having almost completely faded.

Once he finished with your hand and made sure it was covered properly, he rubbed his thumb over the dressing.

"There we go. Should be good as new in no time," he said.

You nodded, releasing a deep breath as you briefly glanced down at your injured appendage. You assessed the bandage before looking back at him. "Thank you, Javy. Really.”

"It was no problem," he replied sincerely, enjoying the way his name sounded on your lips. "I'm just glad I could help."

You stared at each other for a long moment, not saying anything. He swore you were starting to lean toward him when a loud cheer sounded from across the bar. It seemed to break the spell and you coughed, looking away. He groaned at the missed opportunity.

You both seemed to realize how late it had gotten after that. Javy had an early flight tomorrow, and you mentioned a meeting first thing for you, too. He picked up both of your tabs despite your protest before he offered to walk you to your car. He didn’t want the night to be over quite yet, so he was glad when you accepted eagerly.

“This is me,” you told him, stopping beside your little blue car. Javy cleared his throat, swallowing down some of the nervousness he was suddenly feeling.

“I’m glad you asked me if my dog just died.”

Your eyes widened and you let out a loud, surprised laugh. Javy knew his grin was spread out across his whole face. “Well I’m glad that wasn’t the case. But I’m happy I did, too.”

Javy gazed at you, taking in your radiant smile and the way your eyes sparkled under the harsh glare of the parking lot lights. It was shocking how his night had turned around, all because of you, and he somehow knew deep down that it was meant to be that way.

A soft breeze rustled through the air. He reached out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear. He traced his finger down your cheek and you shivered.

“I want to see you again,” he stated. Relief flooded him when you nodded immediately.

“I’d like that.”

You exchanged numbers, and once his phone was back in his pocket, your eyes locked. There was a heat in the air between you as you stared at each other, more intense than what it had been sitting in the booth in the bar. When Javy took a step forward, you didn’t step back. Instead, your small hands came up to rest on his chest. He took that as his silent permission and leaned down, pressing the gentlest of kisses against your lips. Electricity shot through him, just like he seemed to know it would. He thought he could kiss you all night and not get tired of it. Still, he didn’t linger, pulling away after only a moment. Your eyes fluttered open, and with a wink, Javy reached behind you and pulled open your car door.

“I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.”

You smiled shyly at him, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth before you nodded. “Goodnight, Javy.”

As he watched you drive away, he couldn’t help but think that there would be other missions, but he would never have the opportunity to meet you for the first time again. Somehow, it made it all worth it.

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Notes: Oh, Javy. I love you so much, you sweet underrated man. As always, feedback is appreciated 💚

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call-sign-shark · 1 year

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✨ Forget Me Not || Ch. 1✨

Chapter 2 || Chapter 3

Summary: Y/N spends her summer working at her Aunt’s flower shop. There, she meets Jake Seresin for the first time, naval pilot and single dad. — Or how a flower girl will try to heal a broken heart beyond repair. (Nickname: Poppy)

Tags: Cuteness overload, tooth-rotting fluff, Dad!Jake, Reader is younger than Jake and no proof reading

Words: 1.8k

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The pale blue petals of myosotis dance at the wind’s discretion. A peaceful smile stretches your delicate lips, lighting up your entire face with joy. You bury your nose in the beautiful bouquet of blue flowers and close your eyes. In fact, myosotis does not have a specific fragrance but the simple smell of fresh soil and leaves is enough to relieve you from the stress of the day.

Tonight, your Aunt had to leave earlier so she asked you to close the shop for her, which you agreed to do without the slightest protest. It has been only two weeks since you arrived in town, but you learned the job very quickly, for you found it captivating. The way people would use flowers to replace words was fascinating. You quickly started to guess what your clients wanted to express when buying a flower bouquet. Roses for romance, sunflowers for happiness, wreaths for the passing of a loved one… You had a gift for helping people trade words for flowers, which made your aunt very proud.

You take a quick glance through the shop’s windows to look at the vintage clock on the wall: it is time to clean the workshop. A faint chuckle escapes from your lips, for you had just realized you were daydreaming for five solid minutes. You had just grabbed a second flowerpot when something, or rather someone, plowed into you with the power of a cannonball. Utterly confused and out of balance, you fall. As your butt painfully collapses against the concrete, one of the flowerpots and its myosotis shatters on the ground while the other spills water and soil all over your sweater.

“Aouch…” Your lips move but no sound comes out.

“I’m sorry Ma’m,” says an utterly sorry little voice, but you do not see its owner, your eyes are too busy looking at the mess you just made.

“I’m- I’m really sorry, are you okay?” She repeats. You finally raise your gaze to discover the source of such a mess and your eyes are welcomed by the sight of a young blonde girl. The kid is probably eight years old and wears a pair of shorts with a football jersey. Her adorable green eyes shift from the broken flower pot to your face before falling to the ground: she does not dare look at you.

“Oh my God Amber! Look what you did!” Cries out an older second voice. A man appears in front of you before you have the time to properly understand what just happened. He is a tall blonde man, clean-shaven, with a hell of a sharp jaw and dazzling green eyes. He was a pilot — you noticed the flight jacket he was carrying under his right arm. You blink several times, coming back to your senses at the sight of Mister handsome, “I am so sorry, my daughter was looking behind while she was running. Let me help you. Are you okay?”

“Hm, yes? I guess?” You stutter, still a bit bewildered by the violence of the impact. The man steps towards you and wraps one of his muscular arms around your waist to help you get up. He lifts your body as if it is a feather, and soon you are back on your feet. A long exhale escapes from your mouth and you shake your head with a little smile on your face.

“What a fall! Your daughter is so strong I thought I would land on Mars before Elon Musk would.” You joke, chuckling. The pilot’s face, first dressed with a panicked expression, relaxes at your adorable laugh. He cracks a smile, his eyes squinting when he does so. For a few seconds, he is completely hypnotized by your splendid grin and your lovely laughter. Girls with a sense of humor never fail to attract him. Then, he shakes his head and looks at his daughter.

“I told you to be careful. Look at the mess you did. Now, we’re going to help that charming lady alright?” He says, one brow raised.

“Yes, dad…” The little girl makes a sorry pout, already leaning over to grab one big piece of broken ceramic.

“No, don’t worry. I can take care of that myself,” You gently put your warm hand on one of Amber’s shoulders to prevent her from touching the sharp shard, “I’m going to clean, I don’t want you to cut your finger with that. If you want to help me maybe you could go inside the shop and grab some cherry lollipops I hide behind the counter. Can you do that for me, sweety?”

The little girl’s face lightens up at the word ‘lollipop’, her smile cheerful and displaying her pearly white teeth, but she first looks at her dad to ask for his authorization. The pilot snorts, amused, and nods. It was all it took for the child to run inside the shop.

“Thank you. This is really nice, I am not sure she deserves it after what she did.” He says, helping you to pick up the ceramic shards.

“That’s okay, I was worst when I was her age. She straight up apologized, that’s all matters. Don’t be too harsh with her.” You simply say with a soft tone.

“This is very nice, thank you again,” While helping you, Jake cannot help but take discreet looks at you. Your charming trait, your gorgeous smile, and your graceful movements… You were a treat for his eyes. It has been since his awful divorce that he did not look at a woman the way he looks at you now, and to be honest, it kind of unsettles him. Jake shakes his head and throws the sharp bits in the trash bin that was next to the retail table full of flowers, “I’m feeling sorry for the blue flowers you were holding, they were beautiful.”

“The myosotis? That’s their name. But I prefer to call them Forget-me-not.” You lean against an empty stand, looking at the good-looking pilot with an everlasting captivating smile that made his cold heart gently tingle.

“Forget-me-not?” He asks, slightly surprised.

“That’s another way to call them, and I think it’s really poetic.” Your voice is a sweet and soothing melody to Jake’s ear. He chuckles again at such a weird name.

“And why do people call them Forget-me-not?” He tilts his head to the side, his smile widening so much that he showcases his perfect teeth. You wink as if you are about to tell him a very significant secret.

“A legend says that a knight died trying to get these flowers for the woman of his life. And in his last dying breath, he told her “forget me not”, that’s why it became their name.” You tell him, your gaze shifting to the magnificent sunset behind the pilot. Yellow and orange lights enhancing your beauty, Jake is too busy observing your seductive lips to pay attention to the landscape. You are far more breathtaking than any other sight.

“This is such a beautiful story, I didn’t know that. Oh, wait —” He notices your sweater is full of soil and entirely soaked with muddy water. Without thinking further, Jake takes his own sweater off, his shirt lifting above his shredded abs as he does so. You blush and look away, for you are shy by nature. “Here,” He says, giving you his warm sweater.

“Oh no, that’s-”

“Please, take it. It’s the least I can do.”

“Thank you, Mister.”

“Jake. Call me Jake.”

“Thank you, Jake, you can call me Y/N. But my friends call me Poppy.” You say, gently tightening the warm sweater in your hands. Amber comes back from inside the shop with three lollipops. She buries two of them in her pockets and offers you one with a genuine smile.

“Here! Your lollipop, Ma’m!”

“Oh thank you, sweety, is the third one for your dad?” You asked, taking the candy. You unwrap it and put the red sugar ball in your mouth. Pushing the candy with your tongue, you place it inside your cheek to still be able to talk.

“Nope, that’s for Shark! She likes lollipops so so much!” She answers, proud.

“Well, thanks Amber.” Jake retorted, one brow raised.

You cannot help but laugh at her adorable facial expressions. Now that you can compare the two blonde heads in front of you, you notice how much she looks like her dad… You open your mouth to say something but the loud ringing of the shop’s phone snatches you from your attempt.

"Oh sorry I should pick up the phone!" You say, with a bit of reluctance. You have completely forgotten to call the shop's supplier, it is probably him calling you. Even though you would have loved to stay there talking with the Jake and Amber, you could not miss the phonecall otherwise your aunt would have to wait one full month to order new flowers and seeds.

"Yeah, no problem. Once again sorry for the mess Poppy, and thank you for being so sweet with my daughter. She's nice, isn't she?" He says, looking at his little girl who had just took his father's hand in her while the other is firmily holding her cherry lollipop. Both of them seem like two partners in crime.

"Yuuup, Miss Poppy is super nice! Thanks for the candies!" She giggle, bubbly. She is truly adorable, and finding kids cute is not such a common thing for you. You nod and go back to the shop with a heavy heart. After all, the man was particularly handsome... You shake your head. What are you thinking? He is a father, he is older and probably married anyway. You pick up the phone.

"Hello Mr. Hawk."

The whole conversation has been relatively short. Less than ten minutes. As soon as Mr. Hawk hangs up, you scamper to the shopwindow to see if Jake and Amber are still there... But of course they are not. Why would they wait? Disappointed but not surprised, you let out a long sigh. Oh well! At least you had a pleasant and entertaining encounter. You go outside to put the last flowerpots inside the shop. Moving one of them, you noticed a white piece of paper someone had slipped under. Curious, you take a closer look to it.

A phone number is written on the piece of paper, right besides the myosotis the mysterious messenger had placed on it. And just below the phone number three words are in capital letters.

Forget Me Not.

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girlboypersonthingy · 1 year

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paladins (ESP PIDGE AND KEITH) x chubby read plz🛐

HELL YESSSS as a chubby reader myself, I LOVE THIS!!! So this is going to get a bit body specific just fyi. Also this gets a little suggestive, mostly just getting handsy and making out. I’ve included my fav 3 paladins ❤️💙💚 Thank you again for requesting, anon ILY 🖤 ENJOY~

UPDATE: I posted a part 2 with Shiro, Hunk and Matt. Go check it out HERE 🖤💛🧡

Keith, Lance and Pidge x chubby reader~

KEITH ❤️

Dude…your hips drive him CRAZY. He loves to hold onto them as he leans in for a kiss. He just thinks all of you feels good to grab onto. When y’all are in private, he’s just letting his hands wander your whole body…with your consent of course.

He’s like “Hey…uh (Y/N)? C-can I uh…touch y-your. Sorry. Can I grab your- well not grab. Th-that’s NOT what I meant. Ugh, Shit…” and you eventually decide to end his suffering by grabbing his hands and leading the way, showing him exactly where you want them.

He LOVES training and sparring with you.

Bc he gets to be as handsy as he wants with you without it being weird

Bc you can totally hold your own against him. Sure, you’re chubby but you’re strong and you stand your ground so well. You’re a good challenge for him.

Bc he wants to show off and impress you. You know this boy would try SO HARD to flex on you during training. Plz admire and compliment him.

If he ever hears even a slightly rude comment from anyone about your weight or the way you look (it definitely wouldn’t be from the other paladins tho) he’s gonna immediately go sicko mode on them. Boy would kill someone for you for real.

If you’re ever sad about it, he’s not exactly the best at comforting you but he really tries. He’ll hold you close and either rub his hands over your skin softly or he’ll gently pet your hair.

He’s honestly just confused like ??? But you’re so hot…who cares if you’re a little chubby? He’s just so chill about it. It’s obviously never bothered him. He thinks you’re gorgeous regardless.

Every time you two are having a steamy make out session, he can’t help but squeeze different parts of you. He pulls you to lay on top of him and kisses you softly as his hands feel their way around. You’re so soft, physically and emotionally. You make him feel so comfy and content.

Keith doesn’t seem like the type to really even care about body types tho. If he vibes with you, then that’s all that matters. 🤷🏻

BUT he does like that you have a little something extra to offer him~

LANCE 💙

HE THINKS YOU ARE SO FUCKIN GOOD LOOKING ASHDJJDJJJK 😍

He’s a tall lanky boy and he likes that you’re thicker than him. He thinks your physical differences make you guys a really cute couple.

He wants to make you feel good about yourself ALWAYS so he flirts very strategically with you. He uses specific pick up lines that make you feel good about being chubby.

“(Y/N), as long as I have a face, you’ll always have a place to sit.” Omfg what a perv.

“If I told you that you have a bangin body, would you hold it against me?” Boy bye.

“Yeah, anybody can fly in a straight line. It takes a REAL pilot to handle the curves~” GOODBYE HE’S SO CHEESY

If he ever even suspected that anyone was talking shit about your weight or how you look, he’d try to distract you and calmly lead you away from the situation. Then he’d try to get all kissy and grabby and show you how much he adores you and your body.

If you’re ever sad about your weight or appearance, he’s shutting that thought down immediately. He’s totally felt insecure about his own physique before so he kinda gets it. He always reassures you that you are so freaking cute and that he loves every single inch of you.

You often catch him staring at you with wide eyes and an open, drooly mouth. “Uhm can I help you?” “Huh? Oh, no…sorry. Heh.” And he’s turning bright red as he continues to try and sneak glances at you. The way your clothes fit to you is just unfair. He can’t focus when you’re in the room, bending down, leaning over, teasing him.

When you two are getting kissy and handsy, he always pulls you into his lap and grips your thick thighs. Boy has a thing for your thighs. He wants those things wrapped around his head right now.

With Lance, it’s not just that your body doesn’t bother him, it’s that he actually REALLY likes your body. He loves the way you look, he thinks you are perfect and wouldn’t change a single thing.

PIDGE 💚

Oh my god, they are so into you. They’re so tiny and they just want you to hold them in your big warm arms.

When y’all first met, they were just thinking ‘oh my god, you’re so cute. I’d literally let you step on me.’

You wouldn’t think Pidge is super touchy but with you, they are always trying to initiate physical touch.

They like to lay their head on your thigh as they code on their computer. They like to lay on top of you in bed, their head on your chest as it rises and falls with each breath. Most of all, they LOVE being your little spoon when they are upset and in need of comfort. Their head is cushioned by your arm, your other arm is wrapped around their torso and they’re just so comfy. They are sad for like 5 seconds and then they are SNORING. You calm them down like no one else.

Pidge definitely isn’t as kissy and handsy as the boys are, but they CRAVE your touch. They just want you to hold them so tightly that they can’t inhale another breath. They want you to smother them with your love.

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GIVE THEM PIGGY BACK RIDES THEY LOVE IT. Just carry them around in any position and their little heart is melting. The best is when they fall asleep on the floor or at a desk while doing their work and you pick them up and carry them to bed. They wake up like “huh?” And then they see you in their bed, cuddling up to them and they have so many feelings for you rn wow.

They are always cold so when you come in the room, they’re like “forget a sweater. Get over here.” And you proceed to hold them close, keeping them warm as they tap away on their laptop.

Pidge is a loud mouth, not afraid of anything or anyone so if they overhear some negative things being said about your body or weight, they immediately start talking shit right back. “WHAT WAS THAT?! OH REALLY??? GET OVER HERE AND SAY IT AGAIN, I DARE YOU.” They will not hesitate to verbally AND physically tear someone apart in your honor.

If you are feeling sad and insecure, Pidge will stop everything they are doing, which always surprises you, and take you back to their room for cuddles. They like to switch roles sometimes and pull you to lay on top of them. You worry that you’ll hurt them or make them uncomfortable but they refuse to let you move off of them. “No, please. You’re like a weighted blanket, I love this.” And they do. They love this more than anything.

One of the best parts about being plus size and dating Pidge is that they have no shame, about the way they look, the way they eat, the way they dress, the way they sit. So you feel so secure when you eat in front of them or when you wear something that maybe isn’t the most flattering on your body. They don’t give a single fuck, you’re cute 24/7, 365, no matter what in their opinion.

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phatkochi · 23 hours

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About those Steven HCs… 👀

Lol it took me a while to reread and check everything cause I'm anxious if I ever have the need to add or get rid of any points XD But I hope this'll be fine!!!

Steven Rudboys headcanons 🛩️💚

. Black Hispanic

. Has a southern accent but he can speak a bit of spanish

. Has an eagle tattoo

. Owns & rides a bike

. Great friends with Francis (since they were kids but they low-key have a frenemy like dynamic)

. Has lots of pilot friends & goes biking with them (whenever he gets the chance, he also loves to go cross country with them :] )

. Likes to hangout at bars

. His room is filled with pilot stuff (no shit LMAO)

. Whenever his hair is growing back, he would usually shave it off himself but sometimes he allows Francis to do it

. Loves rock (50's rock)

. His favourite animals are horses

. GAY

. Actually really smart

. Frenemies with Dr. W. Afton (but unlike Francis, they lean more on the enemy side 😭)

. Has an older sister & nephew

. Parents are divorced, but remain in a good platonic relationship. In fact, his mom owns a shop near by the apartment and visits sometimes

. Has a soft spot for The Mikaelys cause they remind him of his sister who's also a single mother

. Pretty chill and cool but he has his silly moments

. Lives with Mclooy so he can take care of him at his old age (but I think this is a pretty common concept within the fandom lol)

. Despite that, there are times where he's away from the apartment for a period of time cause of his pilot status so that explains why he's a rare neighbour to encounter in the game (is he considered a rare neighbour??? He is for me LMAOUFJDKFS)

. He has a collection of challenge coins after his service in the army

. Mid 30s (same age as Francis basically)

Ok I hope all of these make sense!!! DX Also some of these are based after my own experience of having soldiers as parents so I hope it can be as accurate as possible! (Though, I'm not really familiar with how the American military works lol, especially in the 50s @_@). But still, I hope this doesn't mischaracterize Steven in any way :') (even though he has little to no personality in the game so far IGNDKDJSJZ hoping for story mode real soon 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻)

#no art for today #steven rudboys #tnmn #that's not my neighbor #thats not my neighbor #headcanons #btw I saw ur other ask sorry it's taking me awhile to answer that one I've been pretty busy LOLLL but I can't wait to read it!!!

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rdiowx · 1 year

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Hi im rdiowx, you can call me Ray or radio since rdio is just radio without the “a”.

NON ACTIVE ACCOUNT :[

KINKTOBER 2023!

Im autistic and Mcr is my special interest! I do take requests (however they aren’t open for mcr, Gideon graves or ryan ross rn!) if you have any ideas you want written so dont be afraid to ask!

They/them but he/him is fine too

This is a nblm/mlm blog.

Both my ao3 and Wattpad are: Cndlewax

I write for… (hcs are in white fics are in blue)

GERARD/PARTY POISION

— EDGING BASEMENT GEE (special appearance from bullets! Frank)

— BACKSTAGE WITH FRERARD

—KITTEN GEE

FRANK/FUN GHOUL

—EDGING BASEMENT GEE (special appearance from bullets! Frank)

— PUTTING FRANK IN HIS PLACE.

— FRANKS LOVE HANDLES

— COMFORT W/MIKEY AND FRANK

—BACKSTAGE W/ FRERARD

—TEASING W/ LEATHERMOUTH FRANK

—FRANKENSTEIN FRANK IERO

—PUPPY FRANK

RAY/JETSTAR

—COCKY RAY TORO

— RAY AND A READER THAT HAD A BAD DAY

MIKEY/KOBRA KID

—FUCKING UP YOUR HANDS WHIPLASH STYLE

— COMFORT W/MIKEY AND FRANK

GIDEON GRAVES

nothin yet

RYAN ROSS

nothin yet

PILOT KELSON

nothin yet

DONNIE DARKO

—YANDERE DONNIE HCS

—DONNIE X MENTALLY ILL READER HCS

—HELPING DONNIE WITH DELUSIONS HCS

— DONNIE X SKATER READER!

— DONNIE X MALE! GOTH STONER READER HCS

JIMMY LIVINGSTON

Nothin yet

MCR AUDIO LIST

GIDEON GRAVES AUDIO LIST

MCR + GIDEON GRAVES AUDIO LIST

DONNIE, PILOT AND JIMMY AUDIO LIST

BLOODSUCKER SERIES.

PLAYLIST

PROLOUGE

Kinks im fine with

I will write…

Smut

Fluff

The occasional angst (not a big fan)

Pretty dark fics if i have an idea i really like, ex: kidnapping and yandere themes > I HAVE A BLOG FOR THIS NOW ! :3 : @rdiowxdeaddove

Poly x reader relationship, Ex: frerard x reader, rikey x reader

Kinks that arent illegal and dont gross me out :) rn i have no idea what that entails

I will NOT write

Fem readers

Scat kink

Age gaps that are illegal

Pregnancy fics

Angst without comfort/a good ending (i dont know i just dont like them)

Vore (i feel like that speaks for itself no?)

Definitely not major character death man im a crybaby

Most drugs, HOWEVER marijuana is fine cause i have the most experience with it and cigarettes are also fine cause i grew up around a bunch of cigarette smokers.

Selfharm or suicide, i dont read thoes fics let alone feel comfortable writing them

💧🐕🦇💚🦴🌹🧩🩺🕯️🧟‍♀️👾 ,🦈🎸,🫘👽 🐾 🪰, 💣‼️,…

I don’t write for female readers at all.

#ray toro x reader #mikey way x reader #frank iero x reader #gerard way x reader #mikey way x reader smut #ray toro x reader smut #frank iero x reader smut #gerard way x reader smut #mcr x reader smut #mcr x reader #Pilot kelson x reader #donnie darko x reader #jimmy livingston x reader #bubble boy x reader

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budgetbuildsystem · 3 months

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Small rant about hazbin hotel. Please note this is based on information I've been told and my own opinion.

SPOILERS

The pilot released years ago was a great idea, showed off beautiful amature work, and felt like it was made by a person who cared about what they made.

New hazbin started out chaotic and hard to follow, so many showtune type songs and barely followed the original idea at all. Every single voice was recast and it makes me a bit sad. It feels like a company attempted to take that original idea and make it more palatable. Alistor has a completely different vibe, and in the end just... RAN AWAY?? Got beat in less than a minute and ran after they spent the season building up to be a terrifying being? And then there's the actual production team. Animators received less than minimum wage for this show. And treated poorly. Had this show never been sold off to a different company I would have loved to see the original story idea. To wholeheartedly support this show. But instead it became a corporate cash grab to take over a fun different idea because they thought they could do it better.

Also why were they sing discussing the issue of getting into heaven? Why sing about Vag being an angel? I get wanting to incorporate songs but that really just felt awkward to sing through?

I truly wish I could have seen the original project to the end because this one had a lot of plot holes, swapped out a lot of good voice actors, too many showtunes that really weren't placed well, and paid the employees like crap.

Idk I just really regret watching it knowing that the original idea was mostly scrapped and the employees barely see any money coming from it.

EDIT:

Thank you to the person in the comments talking with me. I want to adjust some statements.

So first of all, Alastor. I love his character design and it was explained to me just how his power and staff works, so I can better understand why he lost that battle.

Secondly, the pay thing was a lie. I heard this very early in production from someone who I trust with information and didn't really question it. So thanks for informing me.

And lastly, music does very much hig differently for everyone. An example I can think of is Iron Man by black sabbath is calming to me while it may be a scary/hype song for others. Personally the songs in hazbin didn't really hit right but a few really did well.

Thank you for your patience and never lose that passion @diamondkat 💚💚💚

#did #did osdd #did system #hazbin hotel #rant

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harpygee · 1 year

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Hello Webcomic Day!

Harpy, a magic-less elf searching for a life of adventure and new friends, settles in the small quaint human town of Podunkello, at the Item Shop run by the local witch doctor. Her life is calm until the Prince visits the shop trying to sell a dumb pooch! My comic has been running since 2014, there are currently SIX chapters, including side and guest comics, and an animated pilot from 2018 (for those curious what the characters may sound like!) The comic is currently at 759 pages, and there is a lot of character growth, and I've learned so much from my time writing and illustrating this story. I work in the animation industry during the day, and have been drawing these characters way back since 2005. At the time there wasn't really any fantasy themed cartoons, especially with a girl lead. After pitching this to practically every studio in town with no success, close friends recommended I try comics, and I've never looked back. I'm taking this story to it's natural finish, there's only a couple more chapters to go! It's been a true labor of love, and if you're looking for light, fluffy fantasy adventures with a little bit of mystery, and some goofy personalities, give it a try.

"Sometimes you have no control over the role you are given. No matter the one you wanted to play." "If my plans had gone the way I wished, I wouldn't be here now."

-Harpy

💚Current Update / 💚Archive / 💚Start from the Beginning

💚Twitter / 💚Instagram / 💚Store / 💚Discord/ 💚Ko-fi

#WebcomicDay #Webcomic Day #Harpy Gee #HiveWorks #Fantasy Books #Fantasy #HarpyGee #please read about my weird brain babies #Independent Creators

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darsynia · 1 year

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66. a kiss only meant to last a moment, but when your lips meet, you can't pull away from each other

With Tony Stark please (I love him 😍❤️)

Okay I really enjoyed writing this, and PREDICTABLY it ended up longer than I thought... Thank you for my very first fic ask!! 💚😍

Summary: You're only at the party because your friend needed a +1, but Tony Stark's parties are legendary... Warnings: none Pairings: Tony Stark x Reader Square Filled: 'Soft Under Hard Exterior' Trope Word Count: 1,409 A/N: @avengersbingo

If anyone would like to be on a taglist (when I don't eff up and post before I tag anyone, that is), please don't hesitate to ask!

PLUS ONE

Attending Tony Stark’s 40+1 birthday bash is not what you’d been planning to do when you came to L.A.

It’s actually a complete fluke. You are really only in town to celebrate your best friend’s casting in a really promising pilot, one that catapulted her into a fancier sphere of influence, and earned her an invite to this thing. Except, Stark has decided to go full-out as usual, and every single person who is invited is required to bring a +1.

A female +1.

As it turns out, everyone your midwestern, level-headed, best friend since childhood actually trusts not to ruin this new chance of hers is already invited. So, she’s dressed you up in the most gorgeous, most revealing black dress you’ve ever worn, and dragged you along.

You and your best friend step onto the property with stars in your eyes, and the first person you meet is Stark himself. Well, sort of. He’s wearing a custom-made birthday hat that’s almost certainly modeled after Madonna’s pointy-boob bra era, and he’s got a bucket full of wristbands that he’s distributing.

It seems that every +1 gets a wristband saying she’s a +1.

The closer the line gets to Stark, the more nervous you are. Finally, you balk. “Okay, well, dressing up and seeing the house was enough for me, I’ll call a cab and--”

“I heard that. Call Patrol, we’ve got an escape in progress!” Stark says loudly, looking around to find out who’d been speaking. Like an actual tv show, everyone turned and looked at you. “You. You’re scared of me?”

“I’m scared of the idea of you. I have no idea what you’re really like,” you say, without thinking.

The regular flow of party talk resumes around you, but Stark cocks his head to the side and looks, really looks at you, and then he dips his hand into a bucket, pointing at you with his other hand.

“Who’re you with?”

Bestie has been nudging you with her bony elbow so often you probably have marks, and somehow after three minutes, you’re inside with your bracelets. The decor is ‘tropical Christmas,’ which is baffling until your friend’s bracelet goes off right by the bar.

A handsome man turns around, grins, and points up.

There’s mistletoe hanging from the ceiling.

Bestie actually knows the guy, he’s another aspiring actor, so they share a quick smooch before you and she retreat to a far wall to figure out what the heck is going on. That’s when you realize Stark’s swapped the bracelets. You’re wearing one that says ‘Stark’s Elf,’ and she’s wearing one that says ‘+1.’ As you watch the crowd, it’s immediately apparent that the ‘+1’ bracelets light up and chime when they’re near the mistletoe, and it’s everywhere.

“Okay, this is good actually,” your friend declares. “You’d have to be carted out of here by ambulance, and that’s not what either of us need right now.”

You give her a hug right then, because she’s right. A few kisses you’d have been cool with, but this is a chiming, blinking assembly line. At least the noises aren’t irritating… yet?

“Mind if I go, uh, network for a little bit?”

“Not at all,” you say, holding up the drink you just obtained.

An hour or so later, you’re happy for her, happy for yourself, and most of all, you’re oddly charmed by Stark’s selfish thoughtfulness. You’d always thought of him as a hard-nosed playboy, and he probably is, but there’s something else there, something kind, soft, even. He’d seen your reticence and given you an out (though again, he could have given you both ‘Elf’ bracelets, so there’s only so much credit to give the guy).

Speaking of an ‘out,’ you need the restroom, so you ask around. The staff member looks at your bracelet and directs you through a door, down a hallway, and around a corner.

On the way back, you pause at the corner to fix the strappy shoe you’d borrowed from your friend, your clutch under an arm, one hand on the wall, one hand on the sandal. Predictably, the bag succumbs to gravity.

You take one look at your neckline, another look at your hemline, and bite your lip.

“That’s a ‘don’t drop anything’ dress, right there,” Stark says, coming out of a door you hadn’t seen.

The alcohol in your system responds with, “Yeah, I might need rescuing, here.”

The lighting in the hallway is dim, but you can still see that his grin is on the sexy side of predatory as he says, “I’m happy to oblige, but I might need proper compensation.” When Stark gets close, he shoots a look up at the ceiling, then gives you a thorough once-over. “You’re the one I placated with the regular bracelet.” He takes a step back and puts his hands in his pockets. “Well, go on, Alice. Back to Wonderland.”

Something’s off, and when you glance up, you see why.

You’re standing under mistletoe.

Again, you’re charmed. This man has set up a kiss factory, but one hint that you’re uncomfortable with it, and he’s decided you’re off limits. Except, he is handsome as hell, smells amazing, and you’re just tipsy enough to be disappointed.

“I don’t recall there being anything in the universal law of mistletoe about a bracelet requirement.”

His gaze sharpens, but Stark says, “That’s the alcohol talking.”

“I nursed a single drink for an hour.” You bite your lip at the thing you just thought up to say, but go for it anyway. “You can see if you can taste it on me, if you think I’m lying.”

“The universal law of consent says that kiss shouldn’t be long enough to tell,” he shoots back. Your eyebrows shoot skyward, and he rolls his eyes. “Hard and fast rule by the party organizer. I maybe should have thought about whether the open bar would ruin all my fun.” He steps closer, inches away. “Last chance, Alice.”

“You haven’t picked up my bag yet,” you point out, heart pounding.

He doesn’t move back as he sinks down, and when he stands again, he holds the clutch close enough to your body that it takes your skirt up with it for a little while. Stark hands it over, then reaches out to hold your chin steady, obviously meaning to drop an insolent, brief kiss on you.

Except, that’s not what happens.

As soon as your lips touch, his hand spasms on your face, and you grab at his lapel, despite yourself. It’s electric, intoxicating, the chemical formula for lust just spontaneously generating between two strangers.

Stark angles his head and murmurs, against your lips, “No, sorry, gonna need another five to ten--” and doesn’t even finish before he’s sliding the hand on your chin up into your hair and licking into your mouth. He’s more potent than any drink you’ve ever tasted, and he knows how to use his body to persuade, so it’s not long before you’re up against the wall and he’s got a handful of your skirt. Somehow Stark figures out everything you like in seconds, and the deep little chuckle he lets out when you moan in encouragement is as sexy as it is devastating.

It’s only the sound of someone else in the adjoining hallway that breaks the two of you apart, but again, Stark’s generous, offering his arm for balance as you gather yourself.

“And here, I thought I’d given you the wrong wristband,” he teases, picking up your clutch from where it had fallen righteously onto the floor during those frantic few moments.

Two weeks later, when you’re back at home and checking your email, you notice one from Stark Industries, and have a mini freak out before you open it. No one had said anything about giving the bracelets back, but maybe you should have done a little more due diligence?

The subject line is ‘CLICK ME,’ and you shake your head in disbelief. If you didn’t know better, you’d think that’s related to Stark’s repeated allusions to you as Alice in Wonderland…

The body of the email sends shivers down your spine.

Alice,

I thought about it, and I definitely gave you the correct bracelet, so here’s Stark’s Erotic Lust Follow-up: just so happens I’m giving a tech speech in your neck of the woods next month.

Dinner?

It’s signed the Knave of Hearts.

#tony stark x reader #avengersbingo #tony stark x you #iron man x reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark kiss #tony stark #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagine #iron man imagine #marvel fanfic #iron man fanfic #tony stark fanfic #oh my god you guys i wrote this so fast i did not tag it or TITLE IT in the tumblr post #EAT FOOD IT IS GOOD FOR YOU

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seth-shitposts · 6 months

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okay, this so is embarrassing for me, but you’re a creator I love and respect to an insane degree; and I was wondering: how do you want us to refer to you? Do you want to be referred to as a collective (I.E with they/them pronouns)? Are there any particular pronouns you prefer? If there a name you want to be called?

you totally don’t have to answer this is I’m overstepping

Egdiduhdxbdhd- *little scree* thAnK YOu-

*cries from joy and honor*

Mmmm all of us, or at least all 7 frequent fronters/pilots, use they/them pronouns to some degree, so that's always a safe bet. We're all kinda just littering about the genderspectrum in that degree.

Seth, Alice, and I will front the majority of time (not always at the same time though. It's just more likely to be one of us)

Collectively, we refer to ourselves as pilots because we work together to "pilot" the body. And quite a few of the past hosts really enjoyed the skies and clouds, so we also use Cumulonimbus System. (Which is also a play on storm system, the Cumulonimbus cloud being that ginormous one that can be very dangerous for planes to fly through.)

So more often collectively unless we iterate who is fronting (we don't always know).

They/Them and Pilots or Cumulonimbus System.

Also, here's a cheat sheet of our emote/color indicators!

🧡 Devon [They/He]

💛 Haimo [They/Them]

❤️🖤 Harley [They/She]

🤍🖤 Lilith [They/Them]

💚 Seth/Sebastián [He/They]

💖 Alice/Toga [Any]

💙 Alexsandr [They/He/It]

Sometimes when we use 3 ish hearts, it's usually who is piloting and who might be lurking near front [ex: 💖💖💚 would mean Alice is fronting and she knows that Sebastián is somewhere in the area]

I'm actually thrilled to be asked, so you're doing marvelously, friend 💙🫂 Thank you so much for asking! And I'm positively honored that you think so highly of us.

#asks #-alex💙#did system #system stuff #system

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disturbedbeautywrites · 1 year

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Hey, babe! Happy 800 followers! For a blurb...how about “We’re not dating anymore, stop keeping tabs on me.” with Rooster?

“We’re not dating anymore, stop keeping tabs on me.”

Thank you so much for the request, lovely! Also, no hate to anyone in the army, just thought it made this funny 💚❤️

“So, I don’t mean to scare you but there’s a guy behind you who keeps staring..” The man you were on a date with hesitantly brought up, his gaze landing on a table a few feet behind you. You raised your eyebrows in confusion, turning around to look. As your eyes raked around the diner, you couldn’t help but see your very obvious ex boyfriend, Bradley Bradshaw himself.

He was sitting in a booth all by himself, the menu in his hands upside down as he tried to peak around it. He was trying to be sneaky and it obviously wasn’t working. “That’s um… just my stalker. I’ll be right back.” You smiled at your date politely before you got up and walked over to Bradley and put your hand on his menu, lowering it. “You know for a pilot, you really fucking suck at being evasive.” You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at the man in front of you.

He played it off, a small smirk on his lips as he leaned back in the seat of the booth. “Wasn’t trying to be sneaky, I’m just getting some lunch.” He looked at the menu again, flagging down a waitress. “Besides, you’re the one here on a date with an… army man. Wow, you really downgraded.” He scoffed to himself, his pride glowing through his every word as he felt satisfaction bubbling up in his chest. He was better than the guy you were here with, and he needed you to know it. However, that was about to definitely change.

“Rooster, we’re not dating anymore. Stop keeping tabs on me. I can date whoever I want.” Your knuckles were turning white from how tight you were clenching them as your narrowed your eyes at him, trying to cut through his ego just a bit. "Besides, he actually wants to commit to me unlike you did." Your words actually hit a nerve with Bradley and you could see it flash through his eyes, hurt present. He cleared his throat and nodded, setting the menu down before he left.

You were right, you had him there. You didn't want anything super serious and that had been the downfall of you two. Now he got to lie in his grave and watch you move on.

#;ashs 800 follower celebration #bradley rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw blurb #top gun maverick imagine #top gun maverick x you #top gun maverick imagines #bradley bradshaw blurbs #bradley bradshaw imagines #top gun maverick blurbs #rooster x you #bradley rooster x you

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call-sign-shark · 1 year

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✨ Forget-Me-Not || Ch.2✨

Summary: Convinced by his two friends, Jake asks you out for a first date even though he promised himself not to fall in love with you- Or how a flower girl will try to heal a heart beyond repair. (previous part)

Words: 2.8k

TW: Dad!Jake, light angst, a quick mention of suicide attempt but the rest is all fluff and a romantic first date

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Psss don't forget to reblog 💚

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“And you did what?”

“… I wrote my phone number on a piece of paper, placed Forget-Me-Not flowers on it, and hid it under a flowerpot.”

Rooster starts laughing uncontrollably, slapping his thigh as one tear rolls down his scarred cheeks.

“Come on man, that’s so cheesy!” Rooster struggles to speak. He breaks down his sentence with stupid chuckles, “Aouch! Whaaat?!” He snaps at Shark when she painfully nudges him right in the ribs.

“Stop laughing dumbass, this is romantic. Far more romantic than getting your dick sucked in the backseat of your Bronco.” She rolls her pale blue eyes, trying to defend Jake the best she could.

“Yeah, more romantic than my uncle being balls deep in you?”

Jake buries his face in his hands, desperate. Here we go, he thought, they are fighting again.

“OH SHUT THE HELL UP BRADSHAW!! It happened once!”

“No, you shut the hell up!”

Jake spreads his fingers to look at the two idiots who are almost throwing hands in the middle of the coffee shop. Some clients glare at the three pilots, annoyed by all the noise they are making. He lets out a long exhale and slams the table with the palms of his hands to get Rooster and Shark’s attention. It seems to work.

“No, you both shut the hell up”, the chaotic idiots stop yelling at each other and come back to their senses. They focus on the blonde pilot again, like two kids who had just been yelled at by their father, “Seriously guys, I really need your help. It’s been since my divorce that I haven’t flirted with a girl, and I feel like I should not do that.”

Rooster and Shark look at each other, concerned, for Jake’s trembling tone reminds them of all the shit he has been through.

“Okay Jake, I’m sorry.” Rooster finally says.

When they first met Hangman, he and Shark were pretty sure that nothing could break him. The arrogant and skilled pilot he was gave the unnerving impression he had always everything under control. Until his wife broke up and snatched his daughter from him.

Then they saw Jake shattered into million of pieces, like a smashed glass bottle on the concrete. The night it happened, he had stopped answering his phone. After sending a myriad of messages and many failed attempts to call him, Rooster and Shark decided to look for Hangman, worried he could do something stupid. How right they were. When they found Jake, he was completely wasted. Drunk and hopeless, he was sitting on the edge of a bridge. His green eyes, usually shining with arrogance, were empty. Two glassy emeralds that had lost all their magnificence.

Fortunately, Rooster and Shark managed to get him on the safe side of the bridge but it took time to convince him. Would he have jumped? They never knew. But when they brought him to the safe side, Jake collapsed in their arms and burst into tears. He was crying his heart out.

“She took Amber away from me! She took my own fucking daughter away from me, oh my god…”

He was saying it over and over again between heartbreaking sobs. From that awful night Jake made himself a promise: he will never fall in love again.

You had never been part of the plan, that is why the day he met you at your Aunt's flower shop shook all his soul to the core. He knew he was fucked as soon as your splendid Y/EC eyes dived into his green of his. He hesitated a lot before writing down his number on the piece of paper he left you. In fact, he had spent ten minutes looking at you through the shop’s window. Even Amber asked him why he was standing still, without uttering a single word. He finally decided to give it a try.

And here he was, asking advice from his two best friends because he has been chatting day and night with the flower girl he met a week ago. You.

“Why don’t you ask her out?” Shark breaks the silence. Jake cannot help but raise a brow at her suggestion.

“I mean, your ex is a bitch I get it. But it does not mean you should not date other women.”

“So that my heart gets stomped again?” He growls.

“No, no, Shark’s got a point. We don’t talk about serious relationships. Just ask her out and you’ll see. Don’t overthink, just have fun. No commitment, it’s just a date.” Rooster encourages him. Somehow, he means it. As counterproductive as it sounds, Brad was pretty sure spending time with a beautiful girl would alleviate Jake’s aching heart.

“But I can’t leave Amb-“

“We’ll take care of Amber. Come on Hangman, just ask her out. You said the flower girl was cute as heck and nice with Amber. I’m pretty sure you’ll have a good time with her.” Shark smiles. A fangs-filled and slightly disturbing smile only she could do. She is soon followed by Rooster, whose seductive lips stretch in an encouraging smirk.

“I don’t know.”

“Hey, listen. Is she hot?” Rooster asks and rests one arm on the back of Shark’s chair.

“Hm.” Jake nods and, this time, he cannot help but smirk. Admittedly, he found her even more than hot: she was breathtaking. Not only physically, but in her whole being: she was fun, caring, and had lips to die for.

“So just go for it, dude.”

Jake stares at them for a while, lost in his own thoughts as his heart and his brain lead a gory battle within, “Alright,” He says in a quiet voice, more to himself than to anyone else, “Alright. What’s the worst that can happen?”

It was just a date.

Just a date.

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Your fingers gently brush the soft red fringed petals of the Carnations you just put in the bouquet you made for Jake. The choice has been frankly difficult. When you started working at your aunt’s shop, you grew fascinated by flowers and their language. That is the reason why you spent one full hour making up your mind about which flowers to bring to your first date with the handsome naval pilot you just met. The soothing fragrance of the Carnations caresses your nostrils as you tie a pink ribbon around their stems to hold them together. Their spicy scent, more than popular among perfumes creators, reminds you of cloves.

Finishing the arrangement of blood-red blooming flowers, you let out a satisfied hum: they are the perfect choice for expressing affection. Needless to say, your apparent cool is just a mask for the excitement you are feeling. Heartbeat slightly quicker than usual, you take a last quick look at your reflection in the shop’s mirror. To be true, you did not really know what to wear for such an unexpected date. At first, you wanted to play the card of seduction but you quickly gave up the idea. Jake was a single dad, so you did not want to wear something too skimpy. But still, you would love him to find you beautiful, so you did not want to dress like a nun either. Consequently, you opt for a pair of high-waist Denim shorts and a white crop top, the whole outfit embellished with black Doc Martens. Simple but charming.

You grab the Carnations and exit the shop before closing its door. You had barely put the key in your pocket when you heard Jake’s voice right behind you.

“Hey, Poppy.”

Your adorable face lightens up with a cheerful expression as you turn around to face him. Butterflies flap their wings in your stomach when you are met with the pilot’s alluring smile and his perfectly aligned white teeth. Once you look at him, Jake gently shakes the two huge drinks he has just bought.

“You told me you like boba tea so… I grabbed two!” Punctuating his sentence with a wink, the tall blonde pilot hands you one of the drinks. You frown, surprised.

“This is exactly what I order when I grab a bubble tea. How did you know that?” The question seems to slightly embarrass Jake, whose shifty eyes looked at the drink you are holding then back at your lovely face.

“Well, during one of our late-night phone calls you mentioned that you were drinking a boba tea, and you told me the flavor you took.”

You blink several times, dazed by Jake’s observation skills. Now that he has reminded you of the discussion, you realize that you just quickly mentioned your boba and did not expand on the topic. A shy smile appears on your juicy lips at the thought of Jake paying attention to your tastes.

“I’m a pilot. I guess it makes me rather good at observing and remembering details.” He simply concludes with another wink that makes you chuckle. Then, he offers you his arm for the little walk along the seashore you had both planned. After a second of hesitation, you finally wrap your arms around his and walk by his side right to the beach.

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The waves’ rumble sounds like a soothing melody to your ears. After a long walk, Jake brought you to the beach and now, you were sitting on the warm sand while taking the last sip of your boba, facing each other. Jake grabs the empty cup from your hand and puts it in his backpack from the perspective of throwing it later. The sensation of the salty sea breeze gently blowing on your face makes you sigh with delight. The ocean, you, and Jake's hand softly resting on yours were all you need. You raise your head and half-close your eyes, enjoying the sunrays’ warmth on your skin. As much as you loved working in the flower shop, your aunt always set the air-con too cold. Which often led you to wear a sweatshirt even during the most burning Californian summers. Maybe your body became accustomed to it, hence your skin being always cold.

“You’re cold,” Jake states, his fingers tightening around your freezing hand.

“Yup, my hands are always cold, I don’t know why. But you know what they say, cold hands warm heart.” You turn your head to Jake and dive your gaze into the endless green pools of his. Contrary to the other men you flirted with, the pilot does not flicker. He is staring at your irises, paying attention to their slightest detail as if he was convinced he would find a bit of stardust in the immensity of your eyes.

“Honestly Im kinda jealous. I’m always hot. Wait a minute, I’ve got an idea,” Jake pauses and carefully grabs your wrists to bring your hands under his shirt. Blood rushes to your cheeks and heats up your face when your cold palms lay on his muscular body, “It should be better now”. Words are stuck in your throat. You part your lips to speak but nothing seems to come out of your mouth,” Yup it’s better,” He says, answering for you. A glimmer of amusement shines in his emerald eyes - you are so cute when you blush. Giving up on words, you simply offer him a shy smile and nod. Yet, your thumbs start caressing his abs in circular motions, which makes him close his eyes on pure delight. His whole body relaxes.

“You know… They are for you.”

“The flowers?”

You nod. Jake reopens his eyes to look at the sumptuous bouquet of red Carnations that rests on the sand, next to you. He stretches one arm out to reach it.

“They are wonderful. What are they?” He asks, genuinely interested in your knowledge.

“Red carnations, maybe one of the most common romantic flowers you can find.” You snort, amused, “Let’s say that red carnations are perfect to express esteem and affection. I fell in love with these flowers when my Aunt told me the story behind their beauty. She’s a very pious woman you know… And she would often tell me that Carnations grew from the Virgin’s tears as she watched her son carries the cross. ”

“Flowers born from tears and symbolizing affection” He seems to think out loud, “I start to understand why you love flower language. The more you tell me about it, the more I find it beautiful.” And the more you talk to him, the more he finds you beautiful.

A cheerful chuckle escapes from your lips, “I’m sorry for always ranting about flowers, you probably think I’m weird now.”

“You know, I’m a dad and let me tell you one thing Poppy: you can’t be weirder than a kid. Yesterday Amber started crying because she thought slugs were homeless snails and she was afraid they would be cold during the night.”

“Oh my Gosh, she’s so darn cute!” You say, even though you cannot help but laugh.

“Yeah, she’s a real treasure but sometimes I wonder where her imagination comes from.” The blonde pilot gently shakes his head.

Another small silence. He grabs his bubble tea and finishes it.

“Jake, can I ask you a question?” Your hands go up his chest to rest on his pecs. A thrill crosses his whole body as he keeps his eyes locked on yours. His only answer is a small positive hum, “Does Amber live with you on daily basis? I mean, your job is demanding and I find it adorable that you still manage to take care of her.”

He takes a deep breath through his nose, his soft smile slightly fading.

“She used to live with her mother but the judge gave me custody less than a year ago. I managed to spare time for her now that I am a Top Gun instructor, but when I have to go to missions, Penny - a friend of mine- takes care of her. She also has a daughter, so I know Amber’s safe with her.” You frown, noticing the sad glow in the pilot’s emerald orbs. The way he used the word “safe” worries you. Somehow, you understand that something probably painful happened between Jake, his ex-wife, and their daughter. Even though questions are now burning your tongue, you keep them to yourself. Jake seemed profoundly impacted by whatever he was hiding, and you did not want to rub salt in the wound.

“Of course she is safe.” You say with the softest voice you can, “ She is a safe and happy kid. You would have to be blind not to see it.” The sweet lullaby of your words brings back a smile to his thin rosy lips, “If I were you I wouldn’t worry about her- she’s living the best life a little girl could live. And she has a hot dad.” You raise a brow in a playful facial expression.

“I knew you found me hot!” The blonde pilot exclaims, sticking out his chest to take a prideful pose, “I’m probably the hottest creature you’ve ever laid your eyes on.”

You burst into laughter, your hands gently sliding down his chest before pulling them out from under his hairy and sensual body. You laugh, and Jake’s very soul flickers, “ Wow Jake, you’re also the most humble creature I’ve ever met. I am bewildered by your modesty!”

“You should.” He says in a softer tone, for he is growing more and more hypnotized by the endless beauty of your every trait. You stop laughing at the pilot’s sudden quietness. Did you say something you should not have? Your own smile fades, swiped away by the sea breeze.

Jake’s eyes slightly squint as he brings his face closer to you, his gaze shifting from your lips to your irises several times.

“Is there – Something on my face?” Words come out in a little voice, your eyes locked in his. Another heatwave struck your cheeks. The tip of his nose delicately pressed against yours. Next to you, the waves are encouraging you with their enchanting roars.

“Jake? Are you–”

Your lips meet. Cold lips against warm lips. Hopeful lips against heartbroken ones.

A firework of emotions and feelings explodes in you, scattering its sparkles in your soul and body. Eyes wide open with surprise, you first remain motionless. But it takes less than two seconds for you to sink into Jake’s arms and deepen the kiss. You close your eyes and let your mind drift from reality, carried away by the warmth of his flesh and the masculine fragrance of his after-shave.

Stop! Jake’s mind yells.

Don’t stop. Jake’s body begs.

Never let her go. Jake’s soul whispers.

A flood of desire and tenderness floods his senses, leading him to wrap his strong arms around your body to pull you closer. He wants to feel more of you. Your body crashes against his, like furious waves on a seashore’s rocks.

And as the rogue waves of a tsunami destroying buildings on their path, you destroyed the walls Jake had spent years building around his heart.

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not-a-perfect-metaphor · 2 years

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Can we talk about the fact that all the guys in the land are at least halfway in love with Jared?

Seriously, though.

They’ve been swooning over him ever since he was a wee lad.

Oh and we can’t forget this one (below), who’s obviously one of the more recent additions to the collection -

Keegan: “I enjoy every single minute with Jared.”

“Oh man…I love him so much.”

Mhm.

It’s okay. You can’t help yourself.

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And the list goes on and on.

Not just actors, of course.

And not just men…duh.

But you can’t deny that Jared does have an uncanny and fucking powerful ability to capture the male gaze specifically.

And I’d be creating this post well into my grave if I tried to include ALL the men who lust after him.

We can hardly be blamed for doing it, though.

Christ almighty…🥵😍

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Okay, but anyway.

Enter Jensen Ackles.

Just like all the rest (pre J2 & post J2), he was instantaneously and understandably smitten with Jared.

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“They were hanging out before they shot the pilot, and I remember Jensen describing the guy he was going to be working with. He said, ‘man…he’s kinda awesome.’”

“-he was like, ‘I gotta tell you…it’s tough for me to say…[Jared’s] a badass. He’s really smart. And he’s really cool.’”

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And the smitten just got smitten-er and smitten-er with each passing day.

It was ‘let’s get Jared naked’ this, and ‘I can’t play his brother’ that.

I mean…

Jensen: “He’s got some good old fashioned southern charm…”

(‘so you’ll have to forgive me for blushing and grinning like a twitterpated loon.’)

But despite having certainly already become accustomed to the fact that his milkshake brings all the boys to the yard…

Jared was all like:

Hi there…😍

-the frickin’ second the beautiful boy that is Jensen (Jared’s words not mine) walked into his life.

Um. To clarify though, that is not to say that I don’t also classify Jensen as a beautiful, beautiful boy, because…well, I have eyes.

And…👅.

I agree wholeheartedly, Jared.

A DECADE POINT FIVE (+), GUYS.

And here we still are 😘.

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Jared: “He’s my favorite stud.”

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

#j2 tinhat #husbands husbanding #Jared’s milkshake #beautiful js #my ramblings

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entertainmentgirl80 · 5 months

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Jade 💚

Warning: Just Sweet FLUFF

You were the apple of your father's eye, that you first came into the world after that first cry that Jake make fall in love with you when the doctor put you in your mother arms, just to see how you look like, but however you never thought that Jake and you are gonna be first time parents because at first when you first take the pregnancy test: you were so nervous because you wasn't ready to have kids yet cause the two of y'all already gotten married, also you know how Jake's job is when it's come to being in the navy especially being the wife of a pilot in a interracial marriage. But your husband is always making sure that you and the kids are always straight if anything happens to him if he passes away. So for the next few months, y'all enjoyed being new parents to this little angel, she smiling, playing around, but mostly being a child, but you can't help that you happy but can't believe that you're is a mom to this beautiful little human being and y'all two are looking forward what future is in stores for your baby girl.

So, over the next few years, you have watched your baby girl growing to a little girl to a beautiful young woman in her teen years. Sure, your daughter is gorgeous like her mama, but she is damn sure she looks resemble like her father because of the personality, however she is smart young lady, always keep her head in the books but also not afraid to speak her mind what her opinions is when it's come to. And so while on her 17th birthday, Jake gives her some money, y'all 6 year old son James gift her a drawing that he made for her, while you gift a special card for her....

"Here, and don't open it till we come back from for your birthday dinner." You smile softly to her after you gifted her the card.

"Okay, thank you, Mama." She smiles back to you, and she gives both of y'all hugs.

Later that evening, after you came home from your birthday dinner just what your mom said, now you can't wait to open the card, and you starting to tear the envelope up, you couldn't care less about the paper on the floor, all you wanted to read what says in the card. So now you are starting to read what it's said:

Dear, Jade,

Over the past few years, it's been whirlwind as you getting older so I know this is probably gonna be cheesy so hear me out, I'm so proud of you that the young woman you becoming and I'm couldn't been happier, but even though you gonna be 18 in the next year. And hopefully your father ain't gonna keep you in the house forever if you starting dating (chuckles) but anyway I'm really couldn't been more proud that I am that you turn out to be and I hope you stay that way till the end of time. So overall I don't wanna make this message longer but long story short, me & your dad are so so proud of you that you becoming more independent on your own, lastly I'm glad that I am your mom and mama & daddy love you sweet bear.

Mama Bear. ♡

After she reads the card, she got up from her bed, went downstairs, gave her mama a big hug, told her thank you for everything, and she smiled back and kiss her on the cheek.

A/N: I'm have to start from scratch a little bit, but this is Jade's POV, but I hope y'all like it. I did my best. 💚

#top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x oc #jake seresin x biracial reader #interracial relationship #hangman x reader #jake seresin imagine #hangman x black curvy reader

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tswaney17 · 2 years

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I Do Bad Things with You - Part 33

Happy @elainarcheronweek!!! We're celebrating Romance Day with a little update on this fic, ignoring the fact that it's been 84 years since the last one...🙈 I've been working around the clock on parts for this, hoping to get it onto a weekly posting schedule, but I wanted to do something special for Elain Week (and Az week 😉). This isn't a super long update, but it sets us up for the next one. Which, I think you'll really like. 💋 Anyways, hope you enjoy it! I had a lot of fun with this piece. It was inspired by a few individuals. They know who they are. 💙💜💚

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Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. 💕

Catch up here.

Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘

Trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault (minor mention), language, NSFW

Word Count: 5,448

Elain woke to her alarm going off at a quarter to six, Azriel having already slipped from their bed at five for his morning workout with a kiss on her bare shoulder and another on her lips when she offered him a sleepy smile. Since they had officially become a couple and she started back at work a few weeks ago, they had fallen into a comfortable, steady rhythm. They worked around each other like magnets.

It was easy, even with her ever-changing shifts, which he took in stride and did whatever he could to compensate for them. Elain was so grateful for Az’s go-with-the-flow attitude when it came to her schedule, dropping her off for late evening call-ins and picking her up at ungodly hours in a delicious pair of grey sweatpants and black sweatshirt that she wanted nothing more than to snuggle into when they got home.

They still hadn’t crossed that line in their relationship and she knew it wasn’t because her body hadn’t been prepared for it. But every time they got close, her mind seemed to lock down and she froze. Elain hated herself for it. One, because she wanted to move forward with Azriel—ached to take that next step with him. And two, she felt like she was disappointing him in a way by continuing to hold off, though he’d deny it fiercely. It was still something she had concerns about in the back of her mind.

He had made her feel safe, knew he’d take it slow with her until she felt comfortable in her own body and skin; would never push her into anything she wasn’t ready for. Though Azriel seemed like a male in charge, Elain knew she would have complete control when they finally took that step.

Her mind had wandered so far into her worries, that it took the knock on the bathroom door for her to realize she had been on auto-pilot the entire time and was currently in the shower washing her hair.

“Elain?” Azriel called through the door. “Do you mind if I come in? I need to shave this morning.”

“That’s fine, come in!”

He padded in, already stripped from his workout gear, and was down to his boxer briefs. Every chiseled piece of him on display—well, almost every piece of him. Though the tightness of those black Calvin Kleins did nothing to hide what was stored beneath.

Elain swallowed hard as she watched him make his way toward the towel rack.

Grabbing the white cloth, he slung it around his hips and then worked his underwear down his legs and stepped out of them. Opening the shower door, he beckoned her forward. “C’mere.”

She felt everything turn red under his scrutiny, though he’d seen her naked plenty of times now. Az felt inclined to give her a few orgasms a day. Some mornings he’d forgo his workout to “wake her up properly” as he put it. Others, he’d focus on her after work. Wanting to take the stress of her long day away, one release at a time.

Elain had the sudden urge to cover herself, feeling unexpectedly shy, but she didn’t as she stepped forward, out of the spray of the shower and to the open door.

When she was close enough, he used his one hand to grip her under her jaw and brought her mouth to his for a slow, sensual kiss. His tongue slipped between her lips; stroked hers in an erotic dance that had her knees going weak.

She moaned lightly into his mouth, hands sliding up his muscled chest till they could bury into his mop of sweaty hair. Elain didn’t even care that he had just worked out. Only that he kissed her so deeply, so heavenly, she felt herself pulse between her legs.

Az broke off their kiss, panting slightly, and flashed her a smile that would break a girl’s heart. “Good morning, beautiful.”

She laughed, her voice slightly husky from the kiss. “Someone is happy this morning.”

He gave her a pointed look. “I’m always happy with you, Elain.”

Her cheeks flushed at the double meaning and she shoved him out of the shower. “Go shave, you dirty bird.”

Azriel barked out a laugh. “You started it,” he stated, shutting the glass door.

She shook her head, eyes rolling as she finished washing her hair. Though she found it very difficult to focus on her tasks as Azriel stood over the counter, the sharp razor slowly gliding up the strong column of his throat. Shutting off the water, she opened the door and reached for her towel, doing a half-dry before wrapping it around herself. Elain used her second one to towel-dry her hair, then rehung it.

Her eyes followed the smooth strokes of the blades up his neck. Something about him standing there, looking like some sort of sex god in his low-slung towel, knowing he was nude beneath it, with a sharp object gliding up his throat made heat run south of her body and collect between her legs. How was shaving so damn attractive? Her mouth parted slightly.

Hazel eyes met hers in the mirror and he paused his movements. “See something you like, love?” he asked, a smirk pulling on his lips.

Elain folded her towel securely around her, strolling closer to him. He watched her closely, lowering the razor as she approached him on silent footsteps. She placed a hand on his back, reaching for the blade in his hand. “Let me finish for you.”

His brows shot into his hairline. “You want to shave me?”

The corner of her mouth quirked up. “Don’t trust me with a sharp instrument?” she challenged. When she managed to finally pull the razor from his fist, she added, “I promise not to mark up that pretty face of yours.”

Azriel laughed deeply. “It’s not my face I’m worried about, baby.”

Elain pushed him over to the closed toilet seat, having him sit down on top of it. “You do realize I work with scalpels and such for work. That my cutting has to be precise. My hand is steady. Your jugular is safe with me.” She reached for the hand towel and folded it to form a makeshift pillow at the edge of the counter. “Lean back.”

He did as instructed, resting his head on the countertop and supporting his torso with his abdomen. “This is not all that comfortable,” he admitted, laughing.

“Well, I suppose I’ll have to be quick then. Now shush.”

Elain was diligent with her work, making sure she got every single hair on his neck and face with each pass she made. She worked as quickly as she could, knowing Az was uncomfortable, a fact he made clear with a heavy breath he blew out every couple of minutes. Though when he started to fidget, she had to scold him. “Stop wiggling or I’m going to nick you.”

“Sorry,” he muttered, voice hoarse.

She paused, pulling the blade away from his neck to look him over. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, let’s just finish.” He swallowed hard and she tracked the movement with her eyes.

“Az…” she tried. Then she caught the fidget again as her eyes swept down his body and she realized why he was uncomfortable and antsy. “Are you, turned on by this?”

He huffed out an indignant sound. “Well, yeah! You’re standing there in nothing but a fucking towel, looking sexy as fuck, holding a blade to my throat, and apparently, that turns me on. Yes—I know it sounds bad, but fuck I’m trying hard right now to keep it contained and fighting a losing battle.”

Elain’s hand fell as her eyes searched his. This was it. She could offer herself to him in some way or another and give him what he clearly needed. “I—” she started, brows furrowing.

Azriel’s hand came up, knuckles brushing over her cheek in comfort. He waited patiently for her to speak.

Her heart clenched as her mind, once again locked down. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I don’t think I’m ready.” Failure weighed heavily on her like she was buried beneath a bed of sand. A brick formed in her chest.

“Hey,” he said, voice strong. “There is nothing wrong with not being ready, Elain. I can wait until you are; until you’re comfortable with moving forward. You know that.”

She sighed, head bowing. “I know. I just hate feeling like I’m disappointing you.”

“You are not disappointing me.” His hand curved around her cheek. “You could never disappoint me, Elain.” He brought her head down for a sweet kiss. “I would wait a thousand years for you. Forever.”

Elain huffed out a soft laugh, the air ghosting over his lips.

“But I’m not going to lie and tell you that this is going to go away on its own. So, once you finish, I’ll have you step out while I handle the situation real quick if you don’t mind?” His thumb brushed over the apple of her cheek.

She blushed as she murmured, “What if I didn’t? Step out that is.”

He blinked at her in surprise. “Will you be okay seeing me do that? Touching myself like that?”

Her cheeks heated even more at his words, at the thought of him touching himself. The image of a man jerking off had never been appealing to her, but somehow the idea of it being Azriel doing it to thoughts of her was undeniably sexy. Especially since she was the reason he got so turned on in the first place. Realizing he was still waiting on a response, she said, “If it becomes too much, I’ll leave. We said baby steps. Maybe this is one of those steps?”

Azriel regarded her carefully. “Baby steps,” he repeated and then smiled, pulling her down for another slow kiss. “Okay, please finish me up. My back is starting to twinge,” he begged against her lips.

Elain made quick work, completing the last two strokes up his throat, and then used a warm washcloth to wipe away the excess shaving cream. She hauled him up by the back of his neck into a proper sitting position. “All finished.” Threading her fingers through his dark mop of hair, she kissed his cheek, before cleaning up his razor and other shaving utensils. After a minute, she realized he hadn’t moved from where he sat. “Az? Are you going to shower?”

“Yeah, just trying to get myself there.” He took a few deep breaths. “I’m all right,” he said more to himself than to her. Rising from his seat he made his way to her, stopped to squeeze her shoulders, thumbs digging into the soft spots beside her shoulder blades that had her melting, and kissed the backside of her head. “Thank you, El,” though she wasn’t exactly sure what he was thanking her for. Releasing her, he strode for the shower, rehanging his towel and giving her a view of his bare, gloriously toned backside.

Holy fucking shit.

She had to grip the counter to keep herself upright.

If Azriel was an ass man, well, apparently so was she. Elain’s face reddened at her train of thoughts as she watched him in the mirror turn the water on. The frosted glass around the center of the shower prevented her from seeing anything directly, but it didn’t stop her from seeing the movements.

Az was gentlemanly enough to keep his deliciously sculpted back to her, but she watched his muscles ripple with the stroke of his hand that was wrapped around his cock. His movements were quick and long, and it almost looked like he did some sort of rotation.

She tried to look away, to focus on finishing getting ready. She really did. But Elain was mesmerized by how he pleasured himself. This beautiful, successful, undeniably sexy male, who loved her, cherished her, got turned on by her so badly he had to fuck his hand to get rid of his boner. Elain felt powerful by the knowledge.

And then his arm shot out, planting against the wall as he grunted and came. His large body heaved as his strokes quickened and he rode out his orgasm.

Elain’s body turned molten, the throb between her legs becoming nearly unbearable. She bit down on her bottom lip until she almost drew blood, breathing heavily through her nose. Grabbing the edge of the counter in a brutal grip, her head bowed as a small whimpering sound came out of her.

Oh, gods. Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods!

She glanced in the mirror to see if he had heard her and luckily found him with his head under the spray of the shower. Small miracles, she thought. Taking a deep breath to settle her heavy breathing, Elain clenched her thighs together and tried to refocus on getting ready for work.

Tried to.

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Azriel knew Elain had watched him get off. He could feel her eyes on him. It didn’t bother him, her watching him pleasure himself—in fact, he reveled in it. The idea that she didn’t get uncomfortable enough to have to leave the bathroom had him reeling in pride. He had done that. Helped her reach that level of comfort and trust.

Opening the shower door, he reached for his towel and quickly wrapped it around his waist. When he looked Elain over, he froze. She was still in her towel, putting on mascara. But what caught his attention was the tightness of her body, her shallow breaths, and the very obvious clenching of her thighs.

She was hot from him and what he did in the shower.

He stepped forward. “El,” he said slowly, meeting her gaze in the mirror. “Are you okay?”

She lowered the wand from her lashes. “Fine.” A pretty lie. The throatiness of her tone would’ve given her away if her body hadn’t.

His eyes dipped down to the splotch of red on her chest. Another tell-tell sign of her arousal. “Why don’t I believe you?”

Elain closed the tube of mascara without taking her eyes off him, which was slightly impressive in itself, but she didn’t answer him.

Azriel took a step closer to her and decided to take a different approach. “Did you like watching me, Elain?” Her rounded cheeks were dusted with pink. “Did you like watching me stroke myself?” he questioned her, voice deep and husky.

Her legs pressed tighter together.

Checkmate.

“Are you turned on, my sweet girl?” he asked, reaching for her and tugging her body into his.

Elain whined, falling into his chest.

His hands ran up her bare arms, lightly touching her skin, tipping her head to the side to give him access to her neck. He dragged his lips over her pulse point; felt it fluttering faster than a hummingbird’s wings.

She hummed, reaching one hand back to grip his hip. “Az,” she moaned and gods, if that wasn’t a shot of adrenalin straight to his cock. He really fucking loved when she moaned his name. Elain let out a sigh. “We’re going to be late.”

“No, we won’t,” he murmured onto her skin. “I can take care of you quickly.”

A half-smirk pulled at her lips. “Think very highly of yourself, do ya?”

He growled, nipping at her skin, and twisted her in his arms to claim her mouth. Elain melted against him, hands clutching at his shoulders as his tongue swept into her mouth. He licked, claimed, and dominated her between her lips, an arm wrapping itself around her trim waist to keep her steady against him, the other hand tilting her jaw in a way he liked it.

Lifting her, Az set her on the edge of the counter and slotted his hips between her legs. His hands slid up her thighs, mouth sucking down her jaw to the sensitive part of her throat where it met her shoulder.

Elain’s fingers dove into his hair, tugging the damp strands hard enough to make him groan into her neck. Her back arched into his chest, hips wiggling in search of friction.

He made his way back to her mouth, kissing her filthily until she was left mewling. “We don’t have time for multiple orgasms this morning, so we’re aiming for one big one.” Azriel pulled back to look at her face. “Do you trust me?”

She was a panting, wanton mess. “Yes. Please, Az. Please just make it better,” she moaned, bringing his lips back to hers.

Groaning, he shoved her towel up to her hips and let his fingers skim over her slit. “Jesus fuck, Elain. Your fucking soaked.” He had found that, despite the trauma she had been through, Elain had a voracious sexual appetite, even if they had yet to fully have sex. It excited him to no end, knowing that when they did finally take that step, she’d have the will and the drive to keep up with his…stamina.

She whimpered, dipping her forehead onto his chest.

He looked at her then, took in her trembling body, and realized how badly she needed this. Wasting no time, Azriel dropped to his knees before her and threw her legs over his shoulders. His tongue swiped up from her entrance to her clit before he sucked it into his mouth.

Elain lurched, crying out, and grabbed at his shoulders, or what she could reach of them with her legs in the way.

Tugging her hips forward, he exposed that back, tight, ring of muscle. Az glanced up at her face, watching her closely as he slowly slid his tongue down to her lowered, puckered hole.

Gasping, her eyes flew open as her hips bucked onto his mouth, heels digging into his back. Lust darkened her normally brown eyes to a near black. Sweat beaded at her temple and dripped down her face, falling onto her chest that was now exposed—the towel having fallen off her and pooled around her on the counter.

Elain was a gorgeous woman, but mussed up and sex-addled, she was like an ethereal goddess. Releasing his shoulders, those beautiful, healing hands dove into his wet locks, gripping them in a way that had him groaning between her thighs. “Azriel, gods, please. More. I need more.”

Who was he to deny his queen? Inserting his index finger, Az realized how open and ready she was, and joined his middle with his first inside of her, pumping slowly. His thumb pressed down on her clit, circling it.

Throwing her head back, Elain smacked the mirror, crying out though he did not know if it was from pain or pleasure.

Azriel removed his mouth from her back hole. “Shit, are you all right?”

“Yes,” she tugged his head forward, back to where she needed him. “Don’t stop, please.”

He dove back in, letting his tongue swirl around that tight muscle, working it open for him as his fingers continued pumping into her. Feeling her body relax, he slipped his ring finger into her quivering passage, earning a sensually deep moan. But Az wasn’t finished with her yet. Coating his pinky finger in her slickness, he dragged it down to press against her back entrance.

Elain sucked in a breath, eyes flashing with heat and desire as he swirled her puckered opening.

Watching her carefully, he dipped the tip of his smallest finger into her rosebud, matching the thrusting of his three other digits and the movement of his thumb on her clit.

Back arching, she moaned, loudly, one hand leaving his hair to grab his shoulder on the outside of her leg. “Azriel,” she whined, drawing out the syllables of his name, and fuck him if that didn’t make him instantly hard. Grabbing his shaft with his other hand through his towel, Az stroked himself in time with how he pleasured her.

“Fuck, Elain,” he groaned, placing a sloppy kiss on the inside of her thigh. “You look so damn good, blissed-out, riding my hand like this.” He nipped the sensitive skin, leaving little red marks on her pale flesh. “Do you like me filling you, baby?”

Her body quaked at his words, nearing her climax as she made these pathetic, whimpering sounds. “Y—yes!” she shouted when his fingers stroked that smooth patch of skin, deep inside of her. “Oh god, Az.” Elain’s hand shot to the edge of the counter, gripping it until her knuckles turned white.

She was close, he could feel it. And he wasn’t far off too. He bit down on her thigh, leaving a purplish mark, claiming her. Az loved marking her nearly as much as Elain loved being marked by him. Rising slightly, Azriel replaced his thumb with his mouth and sucked her clit hard.

There was nothing left for her to do but shatter, screaming out a slur of curses, praises, and a litany of syllables that sounded like his name all strung together.

Azriel watched her stomach contract, felt her quake around his fingers from both of her entrances as he continued to pump into her, helping her ride through her high as his orgasm hit. Quickly, he pinned his towel over the head of his cock, catching every skirt of cum that barreled through him as he groaned against her clit.

The vibrations through his mouth made Elain shudder in pleasure and she pulsed against his thick fingers, rolling through either a second orgasm or extending the first. He honestly couldn’t tell whether the one she was having ended or not.

Elain’s body spasmed but he kept her pinned to the counter—her knuckles turning stark white as she let out another deep, throaty moan. It was only when she began pushing at his head, trying to get him away from her overly sensitive center did he remove his mouth from her clit and slowly withdrew his fingers.

She arched, gasping when he pulled out and Az couldn’t help but notice how her body twitched from the loss of him. He settled her legs back on the counter and rose between her thighs.

Her eyes were still shut, breath still heavy, but he knew she could feel his presence. Azriel swept his hands over her hips, up her waist—not to tease but to soothe. To calm her heart and lust-filled mind. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the center of her chest.

Another on her throat.

One to her cheek until finally, finally, she blinked those beautiful brown eyes at him.

Elain smiled sweetly and he couldn’t resist dropping another tender kiss onto those luscious lips. She giggled into his mouth. “Hi,” she breathed.

Using his clean hand, he tucked her hair behind her ear and cupped the side of her face. “Hi,” he said back.

Her eyes darted between his. “That was,” her fingers trailed up his strong trapezius muscle, “wow.”

He chuckled. “Wow, good I hope.”

“Amazing. What you did…” Elain pulled his face down towards him, eyes sparkling, “I can’t even begin to describe how good that felt.”

Azriel smiled, ducking his head down to kiss her again. Her soft lips molded to his, pillowing against his until he sucked her bottom one into his mouth lightly.

She moaned but placed a hand firmly on his chest to push him away. “None of that or we will most definitely be late for work.”

“I’m not opposed,” he laughed. His thumb stroked her cheek. “That was okay though? I didn’t push you, right?”

Elain couldn’t fight the affectionate grin that took over her face. “You were perfect, as always. I don’t know how you seem to know what I need—what I can handle, but you do. You push my limits but you never cross them, Az. You allow me to explore things I’ve never imagined, and fuck, was that better than I could have ever pictured.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, hauling him into the cradle of her hips. “I’ve never really explored much in regards to sex. It was a standard position or two with Graysen and that was pretty much the extent of our physical relationship.”

He scowled at the name of her ex-fiancé from her lips but kept his mouth shut.

“I know when we were in high school, we were still young and learning how to have sex, but I didn’t think it could feel the way you make me do now. And that’s just by your fingers and your mouth.” Her cheeks blushed most adorably and she huffed out a breath, shaking her head. “I really have no idea where I’m going with this, other than, thank you, Az, for being patient with me. For taking care of me. I know I’m not the easiest partner when it comes to the physical aspects of a relationship.”

And at that, he cut her off. “Elain, I told you earlier that I have no qualms about waiting for you to be ready. We’ll get there when we get there. At your pace and your choosing. You don’t need to thank me for having patience. And for taking care of you. I like taking care of you. A lot.” He dropped a kiss on her pert nose. One to either cheek. Another to her eyelid until she started laughing and then he kissed that sweet sound too.

“Okay, okay! We are really going to be late if we don’t get going now.”

Giving her one more kiss for good measure, Azriel quickly cleaned her up, and then himself, and within twenty minutes, they were both dressed and in the elevator on their way down for work.

~~~~~

Elain was in the locker room, shoving her things into her assigned metal box when Viviane found her. She should’ve known her peaceful morning was about to end. Her friend could sniff out sexual intercourse like a bloodhound, and given what Azriel had done to her that morning, well, Viv would’ve been all over it.

“Good morning,” the nurse chirped, propping a hip against the row of lockers.

“Morning, Viv. You’re awfully chipper today.”

The blonde smiled. “I just feel like it’s going to be a good day.” Those glacial eyes looked her over. “You seem different this morning.”

Elain tensed at the insinuation. “Different how?”

Viviane’s head cocked to the side as she studied her and she couldn’t help but blush under the scrutiny of her gaze. “You’re glowing.”

Oh fuck.

She gasped. “You had sex this morning!”

Somebody a few rows over dropped a set of keys and coughed, to make an obvious announcement of their presence in the room.

“Jesus Christ, Viv! Shout it to the whole hospital,” Elain whisper-hissed. “And no, I didn’t.”

“There’s no way you can look that happy,” she waved a hand in her general direction, and not have had sex. Good sex. Post-orgasmic sex.”

Oh, for the love of—

Viv gripped her hand. “Tell me everything. What position? Is he large? How many orgasms did you have?”

Elain’s face went as red as a tomato, burning in embarrassment, and she ripped her hand away. “Christ, Viv! You are so crude. I’m not telling you anything!”

Her friend made a pathetically, childlike face. “But why! I tell you things. I’ll tell you what Kallias did the other night.”

“No! You tell me things I didn’t ask for and don’t want to know!” She sighed, shaking her head. “I’m telling you, we didn’t have sex…per se.”

Those blue eyes glowed like magic. Fuck, she really was a bloodhound. “So, what did you have, per se?”

Elain felt her cheeks blush. Gods, she did not want to be having this conversation with her, but then again, she kind of did. Viv was different from her sisters. Their relationship was different. And Elain sort of wanted to get some advice from her.

The nurse must’ve seen the change on her face because her eyes softened and she took Elain’s hand again. “You know you can talk to me, right? About anything. Ask me anything. I know it’s been a while since you’ve been intimate with someone. If you have questions about something that you want to ask me, you’re free to.”

Something warm settled in her chest at the comforting words Viviane offered her. She squeezed her friend’s hand, tugging her to sit on the little bench. “Actually, there is something I wanted to get some advice from you on.” Elain took a deep breath, composing herself as she figured out the best way to ask her questions. “Azriel and I have been intimate, just not completely.”

“How far have you gotten with him?” she asked, genuinely curious. “If you don’t mind my asking, that is.”

Elain pursed her lips. “He…takes care of me. A lot.” When Viv’s blonde brows shot into her hairline, she knew the nurse understood her reference. “But every time we get close to sealing the deal, my mind freezes on me.”

She nodded in understanding. “Do you want to have sex with him?”

“Yes. Very much so.” She sighed. “It’s like this hurdle in front of me that I can’t seem to cross and I don’t know why.”

“Have you touched him? Reciprocated I mean.”

Elain shakes her head no. “He keeps telling me not to worry about him, that he’s okay. And even the thought of doing it makes me lock up. I don’t know if it’s the idea of a male body itself that triggers it, but I feel awful. Azriel has been wonderful to me, completely patient with my fears and helping me work through my anxieties, and I feel like I’ve offered him nothing in return. I haven’t offered him anything in return. Gods, I sound like a shit girlfriend.”

“No,” Viviane said insistently. “You are not a shit girlfriend, Elain. You are a victim of an attempted sexual assault. There are things you’re going to have to work through and Azriel understands that. There’s nothing wrong with you and that doesn’t make you a bad girlfriend because of it. Stop blaming yourself for your trauma.”

A tear slid down her cheek but Viv was quick to catch it with her thumb.

“Now, as for the sex, I have an idea that might help.”

Elain nodded eagerly. “Yes, please! I’m willing to try anything.”

“First off, when you two get going, I want you to try and clear your mind of anything and everything other than the moment you’re in. Focus on your body. What it’s telling you and what he’s doing to it. And listen to his. Watch what you do to his body too. Your instinct will follow.

“Second, get on top with your clothes still on and grind on him.”

“What?” she asked, blushing from her hairline to her chest.

Viv chuckled at her reaction. “Keep your clothes on but get off on his dick. It will give you exposure to feeling it again without having the complete, sexual setting you’d have if you both were naked.”

Elain blinked at her friend. “You want me to dry-hump him?”

The nurse simply cocked her head to the side and said, “Yes.” At her friend’s obvious discomfort, she added, “It sounds worse than it is. You’ll get off, he’ll likely get off from it too. It will be pleasurable, and you’ll get adjusted to feeling his cock between your legs. Just try it.”

Well, this was an awkward conversation she was not expecting to have. She was sure her heart was hammering in the side of her neck hard enough for the nurse to hear. Elain swallowed the lump in her throat. To be honest, it wasn’t a half-bad idea. Just the thought made her a bit nervous. “Okay, I’ll think about it,” she finally said.

Pleased by her answer, Viviane wrapped her arms around her shoulders, squeezing her tightly. “I’m always here for you, Ellie.”

“Thanks, Viv.” Releasing her friend, they rose from their perch on the bench. “I suppose we should probably get out there.”

The head nurse snorted. “Definitely. You know the emergency room is a shitshow when neither one of us is there running things.”

Elain tipped her head back and laughed. “That is true.”

Making their way out of the employee locker room, Viviane went to her post to begin her rotation while Elain searched for her residents. Her conversation with her friend seemed to have soothed whatever anxieties she was having and she found herself looking forward to the next intimate interaction with Azriel—hoping that perhaps this time, things might finally come to a climactic end for both of them.

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