#so glad we got his full name on deck

[dckweed]

Sooo glad you posted a second part of the Jakex best friend baby story. A huuuge hug for you =) so in a matter of fact I squealed a bit as I read that you're accepting requests for this story. So I would have an idea, maybe you like it, if not I'm still going to read EVERYTHING you write =)

I'm thinking of reader is feeling off for days, like feeling dizzy and stressed out. The nausea is also taking a toll on her. One evening at the Hard Deck with the whole squad a woman is approaching Jake... Unfortunately it's his ex girlfriend. She immediately flirts with him and making the reader really uncomfortable. Jake tries to get rid of his bitchy ex by showing off reader and introducing her to his ex. She's already sporting a small bump, which his ex notices. Later reader goes to the bathroom, not feeling so hot, but Jake's ex follows her and corners her at the bathroom insulting reader for being a slut, being pregnant and stealing Jake, absolutely stressing the pregnant woman out. After her harassment she leaves the bathroom leaving reader alone. The whole situation worsens her feeling sick and she collapses in one of the stalls.

Just need some huuuge whump and Jake and the Daggers being protective. Maybe you can use some of my ideas.

P.S.: it's so brave that you share your personal story here with us. You're a strong young woman. I belive in you!

hiii thank you for sending this in! absolutely love the idea! and thank you so much, i feel like eating disorders and the struggles that come with them aren't something thats spoken of enough and i really would like to bring awareness by sharing my own story :) so, if anyone has any questions about that, feel free to send them in ! I'm here to advocate and be a voice..if you think you have one or know someone who does and dont know how or where to get help, i got you, if you're wondering how to cope with symptoms, i got you!

in the meantime however, i give you my comfort loves, jake and babygirl! please feel free to send in any requests, comments or thoughts that you may have for this particular series ! and in lieu of halloween, this is officially halloween themed.

p.s. how are we doing today? are we hydrated? have we had a snack or two? this is your reminder to go do both if you haven't already! also does someone want to possibly make a boodboard for jake and babygirl?? full credit would go to you in every post if i use it !

warnings: elusions to sex and actual soft sex mentioned and described as well as cockwarming briefly mentioned, pregnancy, fainting, hospitals, grown adults bullying essentially

the babygirl series part three, part two here

BABYGIRL, the playlist

INSECURITIES. jake 'hangman' seresin

Your breathing was even as you layed on your back, one of your legs caught between his. The NAVY tshirt you were wearing (his navy tshirt) rode up to rest just beneath your glorious breasts with your arms raised up, one tucked under the pillow next to your head, the other laid across his chest, your tummy on full display. You had been with him for just over a month now, having extended your two week vacation indefinitely. He knew you two would have to fly home sometime soon, to pack up the things in your apartment and eventually make your way over to your families ranch's to let them know what was going on, but he didn't want to think about that, not now when had what felt like all the time in the world to admire you.

Your stomach rose and fell with every breath and almost instinctively he finds his hand resting there, thumb rubbing gently back and forth over the small but slowly growing more prominent baby bump you were beginning to sport. You had been shy about him doing that, and he knew that it was because in the back of your mind, that little baby growing in you hadn't come from him, but if you asked him, that little girl in there was his, even without the Seresin blood. He hadn't ran away or called you names when you had told him, infact, it had only drawn him to you more. You were his, and so was the little miracle you were growing and he wasn't afraid to admit it either. Hell, he had gone that night to the Hard Deck, a dopey grin on his face as he walked in with your hand in his and had announced it to the entire bar, happily telling his friends and Penny about the bun in your proverbial oven. He couldn't help but smile at the memory.

You shift after another moment, a small groan coming from your throat as you turn towards him, head pressed against his chest now. He presses a content kiss to the top of your messy hair adjusting you so that his arm was under you now, holding you against him. The bedroom was still dark but sunlight was slowly starting to seep through the small slit in the curtains, lighting up a small patch of the floor and the bed. He wondered if he should get up and open the window for you, maybe brew a pot of the decaf coffee he'd immediately switched you to when he found out about the baby.

He's about to decide against the thoughts, not wanting to wake you, not when you were sleeping so soundly after having a rough week of being sick and uncomfortable, you beat him to it though, your soft whine reaching his ears. "Mornin' babygirl.." He says, southern accent more prominent in his gruff morning voice. A smile spreads across his lips, as easy as butter glides across toasts as you lift your head up slowly, sleepy eyes meeting his before planting a long and slow good morning kiss on him. "You were sleeping so good, i didn't want to wake you up.."

You hum, trying to gather your sleepy wits about you, even though it had only been a month, jake was usually the only thing you noticed in the mornings, his warmth and love completely enveloping you, the only thing your mind could register besides the nausea usually rolling in your tummy, so it took you a moment to fully wake up.

After a few minutes of snuggling into your boyfriend, his hand rubbing your belly almost soothingly, you decide that you don't feel queasy enough to run to the bathroom right away (a godsend, really) and you shift yourself so that you're sitting atop of him, legs on either side of his hips, comforter slouched around your legs.

He looks up at you with an amused smile, large hands gliding up your thighs to land on your hips, just underneath of the baggy tshirt you'd stolen from him. "Somethin' i can help you with?" He asks, sleepy southern drawl sending shockwaves through your body as the hands on your hips grind you down against him, you were still bare from the night before, the two of you having stayed up late together just making love to each other.

You were insatiable when it came to him, maybe it was years of pent up sexual tension, maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, or maybe it was just that you guys were so perfect for each other that you literally could not get enough of one another, whatever it was though, neither of you was complaining. You had never been more satisfied from just one single touch before, had never been left craving more of the person you were with until you had been with Jake.

"Have time for a proper good morning, fly boy?" You ask teasingly, already lifting the hem of your shirt to toss it onto the floor, which was where most of your clothes had been finding their home these days when it came to the bedroom.

"Keep it on for me, babygirl, want you to wear it while i watch you ride me," You hadn't even noticed that one of his hands had already been between your bodies, but he was sliding his cock out of his boxers and gliding you down onto it as he spoke, a sigh of pleasure already leaving your lips before you're even sunk down fully onto him. "Feel so good babygirl," He groans, already pussy drunk off of you.

His fingers grip tighter onto your hips as you ride him lazily, hips moving back and forth in a languid but pleasurable pace, his hips bucking up into yours softly. "Jake," You whine, hands planted on his hard chest, fingers curled into the coarse hairs that scattered there, he grunts in response as he thrusts up into you, his massive hands pulling you down to meet his cock with each one. "so full baby, feels so good jakey.." Your words only fueled his ego, his eyebrows furrowing as he pumps up into you, you were both still overly sensitive from the night before and he knew that he wasn't going to last long, and neither were you judging by the way your nails dug into the skin of his chest.

Jake furrows his brows deeper, watching your face contort with pleasure as he continues to slowly fuck up into your overly sensitive body, his own toes curling into the mattress as he tries to stave off his own orgasm, a feat proving much harder than he had originally thought with the noises that escaped you and the way your pussy felt clamping around him right then.. "..so pretty, babygirl, always so fucking pretty for me.." He grunts out, feeling the way you clench down on him, hearing the whine come from your throat as you cum, your thighs shaking on either side of him. "..that's it baby, thats it.." He says, not too far behind you. He cums as your body sags against his, his hands on your ass the only thing holding you steady as you bury your head in his neck, leaving small kisses along the top of his collar bone.

"..Do you have to go to work, baby?" You ask, lifting your head up to look at him, the pout that he had never been able to say no to adorning your lips.

You can't help but smirk a little as your boyfriend throws his head back with a groan, one of his hands snaking its way up your back. "Babygirl, i would give anything to stay home with you attached to me like this all day long," his voice is thick, that accent ever so present as he tucked a wild strand of hair behind your ear. "but i gotta go to work, we're running flight trainings today.." Though they were a permanent mission squad within the TOP GUN training academy, they weren't always training for missions and today was one of those days where they got to run flights with the newer admissions who all thought they were the shit. Otherwise known as, Jake Seresin Gets To Show Off day.

You groan and drop your head to his chest, listening to him chuckle at you before he kisses the top of your head. "Fine, shower with me?" You lift your head up, a playful waggle to your eyebrows that he just can't say no to.

"I think that can be arranged." He says with a smile, his arms wrapping around your ass to hold you as he swiftly stands up with you, making you squeal in surprise as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, clinging to him in fear of falling. Your ass meets the cold counter of the bathroom sink as he sets you down on it, peppering your face with kisses as he flips the light switch, making you giggle and smile that beautiful smile he loved so much. "Don't move."

"Yes Sir!" You chuckle, watching as he opens the shower door and steps in, turning it on. "Make sure its hot baby!" You instruct, practically feeling his eyes roll into the back of his head despite doing as you said.

"I will never understand you and the volcanic level of hot water you bathe in, how do you even have skin left?" He asks, voice serious as he walks over to you, stepping between your legs as he reaches behind you to turn the faucet on with one hand while the other reaches above your head, grabbing the bottle he'd seen you use every morning since you'd been with him.

"It's relaxing!" You argue, voice raising an octave as you try not to laugh at him when he suddenly splashes your face with cold water. "Excuse me for not liking to take an ice plunge every time i step into the shower," You cackle, causing him to start laughing as he brings his hands to your cheeks, gently rubbing them with your favorite facial cleanser. You hadn't even noticed him put it on his fingers, but it felt like he was massaging your face and it felt damn good. "You spoil me, you know?" You hum, relaxing into his touch, eyes closing. He could have lulled you back to sleep like that if he wanted to.

Jake grunts in disagreement. "I don't spoil you nearly enough, babygirl." He states, completely believing it. He wouldn't tell you but he was already planning how to ask you to marry him, he didn't need to wait a year, or even until the baby was born, he knew you were the one for him and he just couldn't wait to spoil you even more once you were his wife, and spoil the hell out of the little hellions you guys would have together.

After a minute he grabs a soft wash cloth from the drawer by the sink and wets it only a little, gently wiping the cleanser off of your face for you. The action of the thing was just so freaking sweet, and so fucking Jake that you didn't have the heart to tell him that you weren't supposed to wipe away the cleanser like that. It doesn't take long before the shower has steamed up the whole bathroom and he's helping you off of the counter before leading you into the shower, letting you step under the water first after he helps you slip his navy tshirt over your head.

You hum as the water hits you, your body relaxing as you feel his thumbs kneading the skin at the base of your neck, the spot where you tend to hold all of your tension. You lean back into him and just let the water wash over you, enjoying the closeness with him.

The pleasantness of the morning only lasts for a couple of hours, not too long after Jake leaves for work (with a kiss to your cheek and a smack to your ass) the intense feeling of nausea and a pounding headache that had been plaguing you with it for the past two weeks came crawling back, you thought you had been rid of it finally when you woke up feeling perfect this morning, but of course it was too good to be true. You're hunched over the toilet for hours, the breakfast Jake had been kind enough to make you crawling its way out of your stomach.

"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" You ask your stomach after a nasty bout of vomiting, and as if in answer, your stomach lurches unpleasantly, though you manage not to spew everywhere this time.

You seem to be fine for the rest of the day, though your head pounds and you sit in darkness until about the time that Jake gets off work, knowing he was going to be home and excited to head straight to the hard deck with the crew for Penny's Halloween party. You had been excited too, had even planned out your costume with him but god you hadn't felt this bad before, this was the most intense day of morning sickness that you'd had the entire time you'd been pregnant. You were tempted to call it off, send him on his own, but you knew he wouldn't go. He would stay by your side and take care of you, and you didn't want that, not when he had been so excited to show you off tonight.

Despite your better judgement you start getting yourself ready around the time you know he's getting ready to leave base, you know your timing is right because you get a 'be home soon babygirl' text from him a few minutes into your endeavor. You smile at your phone for a second, wondering how you got so damn lucky to be able to be in love with your best fucking friend in the whole world..

You're in the middle of painting your small but ever present swollen baby belly with safe, brown paint, standing in the full body mirror as you do it. You're trying to make it look as much like a bun as possible, which isn't as easy as it seems when you can't physically detach your stomach and lay it flat on a table to look at and paint like you could literally anything else. You hear the front door open, and his voice carry's through it's usual greeting. "In the bedroom!" You holler back. You hear something thump onto the floor (his duffle, probably filled with his sweaty khaki uniform and underclothes) and his boots thud down the hallway.

"Hey, Babyg-" You turn to face him as soon as you peek him and his dark green flight suit in the doorway, showing off the bun you were working so hard on. Thankfully, focusing so hard on something else had pushed your nausea and headache to the back of your mind, the least of your worries as you locked eyes with your grinning boyfriend. "That looks so good Babygirl! Look at you and our little girl all dressed up for Halloween.." He steps into the room, his smile lighting his face as he brings his lips to yours, before he can even kiss you though your nose scrunches up at the smell of him, sweaty and smelling like airplane fuel and oil.

You know it's coming before your stomach even lurches and you shove him away from you so hard he lands on the bed, a shocked noise escaping him as you rush into the bathroom, sliding in front of the toilet just in the nick of time. Somewhere in the back of your mind you hear Jake rush into the bathroom behind you, crouching down with you to rub your back. You manage to wave him away as you heave and he seems to get the hint, taking a step back.

"You smell." You groan when you're sure you've finished, trying to find the strength to stand up and rinse your mouth out. Jake makes an offended noise in the back of his throat, but you shoot him a glare that tells him you're serious and it seems to shut him up.

"Right," He says, clapping his hands together as you finally stand up. "i'll shower, you finish getting ready if you feel like you're able to go..if not, we'll stay home and watch 90 day Fiancé or something.." He wouldn't admit it to you, but your reality show addiction had become one of his new favorite hobbies and he would be more than happy to spend the night in bed with you binging. Who needed a Halloween party anyway? "How many times have you done that today?"

"I'll be fine to go, that's the first time that's happened all day." You lie, sidling up next to him to rinse out your mouth, trying desperately not to breathe through your nose so you don't repeat the emptying of your already empty stomach for the tenth time today. You meet his eyes in the mirror, he's looking at you like he doesn't believe you. "Really baby," You smile, turning around to face him. You look up at the handsome man before you, trying your hardest not to breathe in his scent. "I'll be okay, just take a shower and wash all the airplane gunk off of you before it happens again."

He gives you a long look, green eyes searching your face for any sign that he shouldn't let you go tonight and just make you stay home instead, he really couldn't have cared either way about the damn halloween party, now that he had you, you were the only thing that he ever cared to spend his time with. "Okay," He concedes, ruffling your hair with his ginormous hand. You roll your eyes at the action, but your body relaxes despite feeling horrible about the lie. "I'll be out in a few minutes."

You pushed through the next hour or so, finishing your costume while Jake showered and got himself ready, eagerly talking about how the two of you were going to kick Phoenix and Bob's asses in the costume contest that Penny was hosting tonight, and how he was so excited to show you and the belly off and as you checked yourself out in the mirror, you were once again reminded of just how lucky you were to have Jake to love you and the little miracle growing inside of you.

You pushed through Jake cooking himself a quick snack, you even made it through the drive to the bar like a champ, driving his big ass truck all the way there while he lay in the back seat because he refused to take his costume off until after the contest.

You had been at the bar for a couple of hours, mingling with Bob and Phoenix for the most part, who looked adorable in their Buzz and Woody costumes, when you took a turn for the worse. You and the rest of the squad had gotten to the bar quite early to help Penny finish setting up and as it started filling up with other people from base and some of the new TOP GUN students you and Jake had somehow gotten separated and after a while of talking with Phoenix about doing a shopping trip and lunch date on her next day off you started to look around for him.

Jake was at the pool table, high fiving Bradley as he sunk a ball into one of the pockets, very obviously wining the game of pool he had been roped into with the new recruits. You cant help the smile that lights your face when he catches your eye, sending you a signature Jake Seresin smirk and a wink of his eye. You giggle to yourself, your heart feeling full of nothing but love and happiness when it came to him.

"God, you guys are so in love its honestly sickening.." Natasha mutters, rolling her eyes with a playful smile on her face as she sips her whiskey on the rocks. You cackle in laughter, pushing her shoulder gently as you leave her side and make your way over to Jake, you'd had enough of being away from his side for one night.

A couple of people move in front of you as you're walking, and you have to stop and say hello to Maverick, who had arrived stylishly late to the party. "You're glowing!" He had said, giving you a kiss on your cheek. He was honestly in complete awe of you and the affect that you had on Hangman, he had done a complete 360 since you'd gotten together and he couldn't thank you enough for it because he wasn't sure how to handle it some days.

You chat with him for a few moments before making your way to Jake, except when he comes back into your view this time there's someone else with him. A tall bottle blonde in a risqué nurses costume that was honestly probably lingerie, she had fishnet stockings on and mile high platform stripper heels.

She was the kind of girl that had always caught his attention before you.

She was the kind of girl you had always been underlyingly jealous of.

And that jealously came rearing its ugly head. Fists clenched to your sides you walked over to your boyfriend with a purpose, not even catching their conversation before you wrapped your arms around his always so toned and tight bicep that was sticking out of the arm hole of the costume he had spent time making himself.

"Hey Babygirl," He says immediately, turning his head to plant a big fat kiss on your lips, you could practically feel his body relaxing at your touch and that seemed to cause you jealousy to ease, knowing that he was being held hostage in the conversation. "Jessa, this is my Babygirl.." The woman in front of you looked at you with narrowed eyes and then looked down at your costumes, her eyes roaming from your painted pregnant belly to his oven costume and and then back again, it seemed like it took a moment for all of the wheels to turn but they finally clicked into place.

"We dated for a while, not that long ago..just wanted to come over and say hello." She says. "I had heard you were settled down but i didn't think it could possibly be true.." Her eyes never leave his as she speaks, batting her eyelashes at him as if trying to entice him.

Jake raises his beer bottle to his lips, glancing down to you as if he wasn't quite sure what to say. "Well, I hate to break it to you but..its true.." You grind out, your queasy stomach returning as you catch a whiff of her strong perfume. "I'll be right back baby.."

You barely make it to the ladies room all the way across the bar before it spews out of you. You're hunched over the toilet for a good few minutes heaving and queasing and so focused on yourself that you don't hear bathroom door squeak open again, or the stripper heels smacking against the tiled floor that Penny thankfully kept in pristine cleanliness.

You don't notice the other presence in the bathroom until you've stood up and turned around, headed to wash your hands and try to wash the small bit of vomit off of your black shirt. You stop in your tracks immediately when you spot her, arms crossed over her outrageously exposed breasts as she stands with her hip popped, as if she were looking for a fight.

"I always knew he liked easier girls, but i never thought he liked actual whores." She states, eyeing your pregnant belly with clear disdain. "I'm not stupid, i can do basic math. He stopped calling me almost two months ago, way too soon for you to be thus far pregnant with his baby."

"..excuse me?" You utter, mouth watery again as you fought of what you hoped was just nerves and not another round of throwing up..you didn't think you could go 12 rounds today and still make it through the party.

The woman cackles damn near evilly. "The way Jake always spoke about his babygirl I thought she was this pure angel. Turns out she's a fucking whore." She shakes her head, eyeing once more. "You're not his type either, he really must fucking pity you if he's fucking you like this, the poor thing.."

You can't think of anything to say, you could barely hold your head up with how suddenly dizzy you were. As she turns to leave the bathroom, the door swinging open, the vomit spews out of you like lava spewed out of Pompeii and as you sink to the floor, trying to keep your own head up, too dizzy to see straight or use your voice or even think, you couldn't help but to remember the words that she had said..that he must have pittied you..that wasn't true..right?

Natasha noticed Jessa come out of the bathroom that she had seen you go into earlier, and maybe it was just because she was slightly paranoid but she felt like she needed to poke her head in and check on you, especially after she sauntered right back up to Jake and ran her hand down his bicep after you had very clearly made it known that she needed to back off.

"Keep an eye on Jessa," She says to Bob, catching her Wizzo's attention as she slipped off of her bar stool. "I'm gonna go check on Babygirl.." Everyone had taken to calling you by Jake's nickname for you, it was practically your God given name by this point.

"On it." Bob says, taking his Shirley Temple with him as he strides from the bar top to the pool table.

Natasha pushes people out of her way, the wings of her Buzz costume doing all of the work for her as she makes her way to the restrooms, pushing the door opening and entering sideways. She hears your moan before she sees you slumped in a pool of your own throw up, your skin paler than the flourescent lighting in the small bathroom and a small sheen of sweat on your forehead. "Holy sit.." She says, crumbling down next to you, taking your head in her hands. "Babygirl? You awake?" A slight moan is the only response. "Fuck...fuck.."

She doesn't leave your side, but she thanks God for having long legs because she's able to catch the door stopper just right with her foot and open it far enough for her voice to carry. "JAKE! BOB! SOMEBODY HELP!" You moan again, your head thumping to her chest. Her voice must be loud enough because there's a drawn out silence before a scattering of feet pounding against the hardwood flooring of the Hard Deck. "Call 911!"

Jake's heart drops into his stomach as soon as he sees you, his eyes widening. "What happened?" He doesn't bother to care about the emotional crack in his voice as he drops to his knees, Bob and Rooster right behind him in the door way. "Nat, what the fuck happened?"

"I don't know, she was like this when I came in - Jessa had just come out!" She says panicking because she had never once seen Jacob Seresin look so scared and vulnerable before. "She keeps moaning and she's sweaty..Jake what if it's the baby?"

He squeezed his eyes closed, he couldn't bare to think of it, he couldn't bare to think of how sad and broken you would be..he couldn't even begin to think of how to pick up those broken pieces if that were the case, so he didn't think about it. He focused on Bob's voice behind him, on the phone with the 911 operator.

"...17 weeks pregnant, semi conscious.." Bob spoke to the person on the other end, Jake had told them all this morning how far along you were, forcefully showing everyone the pregnancy tracking app on his phone screen. Bob had remembered because of how excited Jake had been.

Jake looked at you, your head in Natasha's lap and then glanced back at Bradley who's eyes were wide with fear, an exact mimic of his own facial expression he was sure. He remembered suddenly that Natasha had said that someone had been in here before she found you..Jessa.

He was on his feet before he had even finished having the thought, shoving past Bradley who had the wherewithal to dutifully follow him as he stalked down the hallway and into the main area of the bar.

"Jessa!" He thundered, the bar going silent. She wasn't hard to find, she was one of the few girls dressed like a hooker. "What the fuck did you do? Huh?" He asks, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her.

"Jake, back off man-" Bradley's hand is on his shoulder pulling him back. Jessa scoffs at both of them and rolls her eyes turning around.

"Not my fault the skanky trash can't handle the thing growing inside of her." She says to her group of friends, causing them to start cackling.

She was lucky that Nat hadn't heard her, and that he didn't go crawling back to the bathroom to send her out here to do what he knew she would have because just then flashing lights shined through the front windows of the bar. Paramedics had arrived.

"Oh now that's just fucking dramatic!" She groans to her friends as Jake walks away, causing him to turn back around to start yelling at her once more. Bradley spins him back towards the door though and he runs outside to rush them in.

When you come to you're scared out of your mind, the last thing you remember were the words Jessa had said echoing in your mouth. Your heart starts to race and you hear a monitor start to go off, there were things attached to your stomach and your arms and all of a sudden his hands were on your shoulder, weary eyes looking into yours.

"..jake? what happened?" You ask, your heart already starting to calm down and you realize that the monitor that was going off was attached to you.

"You were dehydrated, you passed out.." Jake says, pressing a kiss to your temple as one hand goes to rest on your stomach, right next to the fetal monitors. "Your OB says that it's from throwing up so much, says that you weren't getting in as much as you were getting out.." You closed your eyes, leaning your head back against the pillow, kicking yourself for letting it get that bad. "Why didn't you tell me it was that bad babygirl? You scared me shitless..you scared all of us..Nat found you laying in your own vomit..she came with me, wouldn't even go home to change..she's off hounding your doctor for more information.."

You process his words, hating yourself for putting your friend in that situation, for ruining the halloween party. You open your eyes and turn to look at him. "Is the baby okay?" Your lip quivers and tears begin to stream down your face. "Jake im so sorry baby, I thought I could tough it out, I didn't want you to worry.."

Jake sighs, kissing your forehead as he wipes the tears from your eyes, letting you know that the baby was okay, and that you would be okay too. That he was going to take care of you always, and his words washed over you completely, emptying your head of whatever doubt Jessa had temporarily placed in it.

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Jake's Love Language 💚

Warnings: Mentions Of Love-Making, Jake Being Jake, Time Jump, Little Bit Of Angst, Hint Of Pregnancy, And Lot Of Fluff.

While you are lying in the bed while sleeping in naked, Jake can't help but look that you sleeping so peaceful. However, he kisses your temple, and you wake up from your sleep....

"Hey cowboy, what up?" You rubbing your eyes.

"Nothing, just looking at your beautiful face and just to think that I'm can't believe that I'm one lucky son of a bitch." He smiles towards you.

"And, why is that, Mr. Seresin?" You ask him

"Because I'm glad that I'm met you. The first time you step in The Hard Deck is when I'm first laying my eyes on you. Plus, at first, you were suspicious of me because you thought I was gonna kidnap or murder you." He chuckled

"Well, that was my first instant in my mind. It's just that I'm don't want nothing bad to happen to me, you know?"

"I'm understand where you are coming from. But you know that not who I am, and if I'm were serial killer, I wouldn't be the man that my mama raised me that I am today." He smirks while he cuddles you.

"I'm know, I love you Jakey."

"I'm love you too, darlin." He said it in a southern drawl accent that you fell in love with when y'all first met each other.

Y'all start to make out once again, he giving you love bites on your jaw to your neck, while you moaning to his name....

"Jake, I'm need you, and I want you." You cooed

"You have me, babe, always and forever because you are my wife, and I gonna take care of you, so let me do my husband's duties." He said to you with full of love.

When he touches you, it's like ice melt in your body, the way he kisses you, you get a taste of strawberries like on a summer day. And when y'all make love, ever since y'all gotten married, that feeling still electric when you feel like you the only girl in the world.

Over the next two years, y'all two found a home to start your little family, plus it makes sense so Jake can be closer to his job. So one day while you scrolling through to see what kind of couch for the living room, you felt little sick in your stomach, so you went straight to the bathroom and you throw up, so afterwards you thinking in your mind that you might be pregnant. So you call your husband for a favor...

"Hey darlin, what up?" He answered

"Hey J, I'm need a favor." Your voice is a little nervous

"Okay, is something wrong, sweets?" He asks in a concerned voice.

"Yeah, while you are on the way home, can you go to the store and get me three pregnancy tests for me, please?"

"Sure baby, I'm gotcha ya, I go get it now alright?"

"Alright, thank you, Jakey."

"No problem, darlin', I'm be coming home soon, see you when I get there."

"Okay, love you, J," you said to him

"Love you too, sweets." He hang up the phone.

So after he came home from the store, Jake walked in the house, greeted, and hugged you tight because he knew everything is gonna be okay, no what matters life throws at them. And so you feel little nervous to take both of the tests but Jake is right by your side every little step in the way, so you went to the bathroom and took all the three tests and put a timer on and wait after it's rings.

"Hey, you know everything is gonna be fine, you know that right?" He comfort you.

"I'm know J, but what if I'm not ready to be a mom?, what if I-I'm not fit for it?, I really scare Jakey." You feel nervousness in your voice.

"Hey, hey, hey, baby, I'm told you when we got married, you know I always gonna take care of you till in sickness in health, for better and for worse. And be there for you regardless if I at work or home, you my number one priority and I'm love you sweets." He holds your hands while he comforts you with full of love.

"I love you too Cowboy."

*Dings*, the timer rings so y'all about to found out if you pregnant or not......

"Okay, you ready? On three: 1, 2, 3", y'all flipped both of the tests, and it's all came back to positive, meaning y'all is expecting your first child together.

"We gonna be parents, baby!!" You excited but nervous at the same time.

"We are baby, we are!, I'm looking forward to it be a daddy. He smiles and gives you a kiss on your temple.

Nine months later, you have been giving birth to a baby girl, and you name her Jade Alexis Seresin. She got beautiful green eyes and her nose just like her daddy. You and Jake were over the moon that y'all became parents, and you named Bob Floyd & Natasha Trace as the godparents for your daughter. 💚

A/N: It's just a little burb story that I'm made, but it's a sequel but part 2 to Texan & Georgian storyline that I did, and sorry , I took my time with it, but I did the best that I could. I hope y'all like it.

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[all-pacas]

Got any widobrave in you? Been thinking about them lately.

You know, I don’t — but I also have a fic I never finished or posted anywhere! Actually I have a couple of them!

crooked kind

She expects it to feel different. Stepping onto a ship, now, after everything. And it does, kinda. The ship is darker, more shadowy. Quieter. The gunpowder smells different, less sharp, until she puts her nose up to it, enough that she gets a bit up her nose when she sniffs and then sneezes and then looks around to make sure no one is watching. Tugs at her hair anxiously. Back above decks.

She still doesn’t like the way the ship moves, rocking around, the water tossing it and pushing it and letting it know who is boss — the water, the ocean going hey now I can sink you any time I want — and she’d thought, for a second, about leaving her ring with Yeza since Luc insists on going swimming for some insane reason, but she twists it around her finger now and is glad she didn’t. Didn’t give it up. Didn’t think about it for long.

Fjord and Beau are running around yelling things about getting the ship ready to sail, Fjord yelling first and then Beau repeating him louder a second later. Caleb is over with Orly and Yasha, looking at a map or something, and she goes over to them. Weird looks from Marius and the crew as she passes. Not the same kind of weird looks as she used to get: a goblin! ahh! Something duller, more familiar: what are you doing here? I don’t know you. You don’t belong.

“An’ then we’ll be h… headin’ west, ‘round these, ah, shoals here,” Orly is saying as she approaches the little table they have set up on deck, near the ship’s wheel, a map held down with red weights. She picks one up, just to feel the heft of it. Orly clears his throat as the map curls. She puts it back.

“Veth,” says Caleb. He hesitates before he says her name. “Have you settled in?”

They haven’t even left port yet, the gangplank is still out: a few of the crew are rushing back and forth, loading last second supplies.

“Mm,” she says. “It’s basically the same as we left it.”

She thinks. It’s a lot harder to see in dark corners now.

Caleb smiles at her, and she puts her arms and chin up on the edge of the table as Orly resumes explaining their route, and Yasha nods along solemnly, tracing the path with her finger.

Yasha spends the first couple of days following everyone around. She’s not subtle about it, and also she’s gigantic. First she tries to build barrels and do carpenter things with Jester, but she’s unexpectedly clumsy with her hands. She follows Beau and Fjord around for a bit, which, because Beau also just follows Fjord around, ends up making him look like he has two bodyguards who are a lot tougher than he is. Next is Caduceus, and last is Caleb.

Veth also spends a lot of her free time around Caleb. So she watches Yasha try to learn to read maps, and watches Yasha and Caleb have quiet moments talking, and watches Yasha get really annoyed at the way Caleb will, whenever Yasha estimates a direction, immediately correct her with “actually it’s west-south-west” or whatever bullshit.

She loves Caleb. But he’s so full of it sometimes.

That’s what she says, out-loud, after Caleb spends ten minutes trying to explain to Yasha that actually she can tell that north is over behind his left shoulder, but two inches left of that, because he just knows, basically. She says: “Caleb, I love you, but you are so full of shit.” She turns to Yasha. “Want to play with explosives instead?”

And that’s how Yasha becomes junior assistant powder monkey.

It’s only until later she thinks about the way Caleb cut himself off, his startled expression, when she’d said that to him. Not hurt. It was something else. Surprise. Something different.

Here’s the problem.

The thing is, there’s lots of problems. The thing is, when she thinks about herself she thinks me, but she also thinks Nott more than she thinks Veth, and when the others all kind of decided on their own to call her Veth, she was glad but — she doesn’t know. Fjord yells Veth, you’re not supposed to play with explosives we’re on a ship, and she turns her head but her first thought is how does he know about Veth? and then she remembers that’s her now. The problem is that things taste different and look different and feel different. Some of it she remembers, from the last time, when she’d woken up to mud and jeering laughter and rope burns, to shadows being too bright and smells being too sharp and her mouth bleeding from the inside, from dozens of tiny tooth cuts. Some of it she’d forgotten. The way her fingers seem to just — feel more. The way she hears less. How her teeth feel in her mouth, how her ears don’t turn and swivel when she wants to listen. She’s a little taller now. She weighs more, she has tits and an ass and is frankly just incredibly hot. She’s still quick but it feels different, to run, to crouch. She gets an eyelash caught in one of her eyes and once she’s done rubbing it out she thinks: holy shit, I have eyelashes again, and runs to bum some mascara off of Beau. Her skin is softer and bruises easier. She doesn’t feel as hungry all the time. She’d never noticed how warm she always was when she was a goblin until she starts feeling chilly sometimes, out on the deck of the ship.

Here’s the other problem.

She feels things more. Not emotionally. If anything she feels it less, a little… slower, maybe calmer, like things aren’t always jumping up and starling her to death. It’s not emotions. Not exactly. It’s just — more.

She’d joked about it. Sunbreaker? Wow was he hot. But she hadn’t really… felt anything. Not like that. Yeza had never tried anything more than a chaste kiss or hug now and then, and she’d felt a guilty relief. How would it even work? Would it work? Or would it be painful and scraping and difficult? She might have tried if he really wanted to, but he didn’t and she was glad. And that was weird, because she had always thought of herself as really into that kind of thing. They’d been going at it since they were sixteen, you know?

So it’s Yeza’s fault, really.

She turns back into her true, hot self, and she feels things again, her body, you know, works again, and they fuck like gnomes for days, and then she goes onto a ship and the first night snuggles in with Caleb the way she always has, except he holds himself really stiff and she doesn’t notice at first until he accidentally brushes her boob and moves away and she thinks oh shit yeah I have tits now and starts thinking about other things, because Caleb is not bad looking now that he bathes sometimes and keeps his hair out of his face, and so the next day she talks loudly and often about her wonderful cannons belowdecks —

(“Veth, you are absolutely fucking forbidden from ever firing the cannons without express orders from me or—“ and Fjord had hesitated, looking over at a slightly-too-eager Beau, failing to stamp out her excitement in time, “Me. Just me. No explosives. Nada.”)

— and sets up a hammock there that evening.

And then three days later, she helps Yasha set up her own hammock, after giving a long speech to her about how half the job of the gunner or powder monkey was to, like, really understand your cannons, and how this was the best way. It’s a lot harder to set a hammock up for Yasha since she’s a giant, but they figure it out eventually, even if her butt ends up landing only an inch or two above the floor.

Here’s the problem.

After they figure out how to move shit around to set up Yasha’s hammock, they go to the galley for dinner with everyone. Night one, Veth jumped up on a table and gave the I used to be a goblin speech to everyone, so she gets less weird “why is there a smokin’ hot halfling hanging out with these idiots” looks now, and dinner is nice. She can actually eat Caduceus’s tofu without getting cramps now, which helps a lot. She jokes around with the others and sits next to Caleb, as always, because they’re not avoiding one another. They talk about the peace conference and have debate #582 about if Essek (codename: Kevin) is okay or not, if Kevin can be trusted. They talk about Yasha’s hammock. Invite Jester and Beau to join the girl’s only super cool cannon slumber party.

“I thought you two,” Beau says, gesturing at Veth and Caleb, “were like, joined at the hip or whatever.” And then she gives Veth a smirk that probably means Yeah I see you, and it takes Veth all she has to keep from turning to Jester and saying something awful like The Traveller is actually kinda hot, right? back. But she doesn’t, because she’s a good fucking friend.

“What are you talking about?” Veth says instead. “‘Lebby, are you mad because I want to sleep with my cannons?” She doesn’t look anywhere near him when she asks.

“Maybe this isn’t dinnertime conversation?” Fjord says.

“Of course not,” says Caleb, and she hopes he meant her thing and not Fjord’s.

And then they all start talking about Travelercon instead.

So now she has two options. Talk to Caleb, or never talk to him again.

No. Now she has three options. Those two, or…

She and Yeza weren’t, like, swingers. Not yet. They were too young for it, generally speaking: you were supposed to wait until your kids were out of the house and all that, focus on raising your family, and Luc was only five and that was assuming they didn’t have more kids. Once you get married, that’s supposed to be it until your kids were grown: it was supposed to be good for the family to turn insular like that. Nowadays some people Veth’s age did talk about open marriages like they should be part of the vows, but it’s not like she and Yeza ever really talked about it back in Felderwin. They both wanted kids. It made sense that they should focus on their family, and anyway, Yeza was the love of her life so it’s not like she really wanted to fuck anyone else.

Was the love of her life.

Still is.

Really.

But things are so weird now, and so after they’d fucked for the third to last time in Nicodranis, when they were talking about buying a house and investing in the timeshare market, Veth had added, as casual as she could: “And if you wanted to like, date around a little, as long as you don’t knock anyone up and go all family values on me…”

“Are you serious?” Yeza asked, and then sat up and pulled his glasses on from the side of the bed.

“What are you doing?”

“This is a conversation that I need to be able to see for. What are you saying?”

Veth had been briefly distracted, but then Yeza pulled the sheet back up. “I mean… are you mad?”

“No…” he’d let the word kinda trail there.

“I mean, you can knock someone up, I guess, it’s just no second families, so overall I’d prefer you didn’t,” she’d said, using this old-fashioned Halfling term that meant ‘the insular family,’ like they were supposed to be raising back home.

“I’m not going to knock anyone up.” Yeza hesitated, pushing his glasses up. “I didn’t think we’d have this conversation for another like, twenty years.”

“I didn’t think I’d be alive in twenty years, up until a couple of days ago,” she mentioned, and then winced when he’d looked hurt. “I mean, I’m okay with it. I keep running off on you and abandoning you and, and leaving, and dy — almost dying —“ because she hadn’t yet told him about that box, or even really about drowning, and planned to never, “and — and I mean, I know it can’t be fun, I would be like, what a selfish bitch, and so if you want to—“

“Veth,” he started saying, about halfway through. “Veth. I don’t think you’re a selfish anything.” He’d taken her hands.

Well, I do, she’d thought. Looking at their hands. The fine hairs on her arms that Nott had lacked. Weird, how even shit like body hair was somehow amazing now.

“I’m happy just — knowing you’re happy, and waiting for you.”

“But I’m not! I can’t just — look, I’m going to leave you money, so buy a house and get Luc into a really great school and then go party, or, or buy the _really fancy_ alchemy ingredients, or just… don’t just sit around waiting for me, because I don’t know when I’ll be back. I want you to fuck other people! Fuck everyone in Nicodranis! Fuck Jester’s mom!”

“I am pretty sure I can’t afford her.”

“I will leave you so much money.”

They both laughed, and Veth felt herself relaxing. A little.

“Okay,” he’d said. “I don’t know if I will or not, but—“ she’d been about to tell him to do it, and he’d raised a hand then, to shush her, “but if I meet someone I like, I’ll think about it very seriously. Okay?”

“Like, or find hot.”

“Like, or find hot,” he’d agreed. He’d hesitated, and then he’d smiled. “But… you too, okay? What’s an adventure on the high seas without a sexy sailor or two?” She’d smiled. He’d hesitated again, and then added: “Or… if there’s anyone else you have in mind. Whatever. It’s fine with me, okay? Screw insular families.”

And then they’d gone ahead and fucked for the second-to-last time.

And kind of, not in an asshole way, but she’d been thinking about that last thing he said as they did. Anyone else you have in mind. Just hanging out there. Unremarked on.

Look. Here’s the thing. Caleb is hot. In a disgusting, takes a bath but doesn’t do laundry kind of way. In a forgets to shave past the point where his stubble is attractive kind of way. In a too many ribs kind of way.

In a long fingers and very nice eyes and a handsome jawline kind of way.

And when she was Nott she knew it but it never really — she didn’t feel it, so it was pretty easy. He was both hot and completely unfuckable, even in her fantasies, and she was disgusting and a goblin and that made it all very neutral and safe. When she’d curl up next to him, sometimes he’d put an arm over her if it was cold out, and it would feel nice and comforting and she’d feel this warm tingling love all over, but there was never sexual tension, even in her head, even in her infrequent attempts at daydreaming.

Because there couldn’t be. She was ugly and disgusting even if he was kind and handsome. It was wonderful of him to even willingly touch her.

And then she and Yeza fucked for three days straight, and it was like, fuck, this is what that feeling is. Like a switch went off in her head: remember how great this is? How good it feels? How hot all your friends are?

And she’s pretty fine now herself. Curves for days. But —

It’s not like she’s a different person. Whoever she is. Even if she also is.

And it isn’t like just because she got laid, she’s not horny on main all the time, just looking for people to jump. It really isn’t. She’s not crazy, or Beau flirting with some temporary member of the party. Jester braids her hair up for her one morning and it’s all nice and Jessie’s hands in her hair, on her scalp, are very soothing but Veth doesn’t feel horny at all. She and Fjord fight over going swimming, and it’s not sexual tension.

“I love you, but you are so full of shit,” she says to Caleb, and he kind of half freezes, and she hears him say it to her with different ears and eyes and she is not stupid, okay? She’s not. She knows he did not mean it like that and will never mean it like that and that they are best friends and he probably thought she was dying, in a way she did die, and it was very sweet and does not mean—

She’s not in love with him. Not like that. She’s just…

Well, she isn’t. There’s no just.

She has a couple of ideas for spells in her head. They’re not fancy ones since she’s not great at magic, but she’s seen Caleb noodling around enough with his spells that she thinks it’s probably possible. If he does all the technical stuff for her. So she mentions it kind of in passing, and he gets really excited and she chickens out.

She’s not sure why. Only because immediately he looked so happy and she got scared, and because last time they’d done this she was different and — and it’s weird. The first time she’d used magic, just a little nugget of it, she’d figured it was probably him tricking her, the way he would sometimes use his light spell to make it seem like she was glowing, back when they were begging for coin. But he’d grabbed her and hugged her hard enough that she’d lost her breath, exclaiming, I’m so proud of you! You’ve done it!

And she’d been — well, at first she hadn’t believed him, obviously. But then she had and she’d felt herself smile and then laugh, from relief or fear or both, and he’d squeezed her hands and said, _now, we will work on a spell_.

And it was pretty stupid but it felt like it mattered. Like it was some big important moment. Not using magic, although that was cool. But the way he’d hugged her and her nose had squashed into him and he’d smelled like wet wool and she’d been happy. Really happy. For probably the first time since she’d died, you know?

So he gets excited when she says she wants to invent her own spell, and she’s not thinking about that until he demands they start practicing now, and then she is thinking about it and she gets scared.

So it’s avoid Caleb forever, talk to him, or knock on his door and say can you help me with magic?

And she wants so fucking bad to get drunk first, but she chooses the third option.

She knocks on his door. Which is super weird, because it used to be her door, and also she has basically never once knocked before going in to see Caleb, ever. There’s no reply, but she knows he’s in there — she _might_ have followed him and then spent half an hour getting up her nerve — so she thinks about leaving and instead just opens the door. “If you’re masturbating this is your two second warning!” she calls as she does.

Caleb is sitting on the bed, reading. He starts, kind of dropping the book, and even though he isn’t jacking it she kind of feels like she walked in on him anyway.

She tugs at her braid. “Hey! What’s up? What’s goin’ on?”

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#widobrave #unfinished fanfic

[sublimecatgalaxy]

AHHHH IM SO GLAD REQUESTS ARE OPEN AGAIN

anyway can you write a fix about fez and his girlfriend being a celebrity actress/singer and she spends a lot of time away from him but when they are together they are both so so happy and maybe like little blurbs of them missing eachother or blurbs of them together and really happy? thank you!!!!

Sure :)

"Another hug." Fezco pulls me back into his arms and I giggle against his chest, loving the feeling of his arms around me. My eyes tear at the thought of not seeing him, touching him, smelling him for months while I'm gone, only able to text him and speak to him over the phone.

I don't know if that's worse for Fez or for me.

"Don't want you to go." He mutters, pressing his face into the crook of my neck, his fingers gripping the back of my shirt tightly, as if he's terrified to let me go. "Wish I could go with you." He sighs, my heart panging painfully in my chest at the sound of his broken, cracked voice.

"You've got Ash to take care of. Your grandma too- I'll be fine." My hand rests on the back of his head, thumb brushing circles into the skin. "I'll just miss you." He nods, pressing one last kiss to my lips before allowing me to step back to wipe my teary eyes. "Go kick some ass."

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A smile spreads across my lips at the sight of my phone lighting up in the dark hotel room, the space in my heart filling with love at Fez's name sprawled out across the screen.

Fezzy How u doin baby

My fingers hover over the keyboard as the three bubbles pop up under his message, my heart racing in my chest and I wait patiently. It had been a long day of filming and interviews, barely getting any time to look over my messages or even give Fez the quickest call.

Fezzy I miss you, so does ash. even rue keeps asking where you are.

My lips pull down into a frown, my heart aching at the thought of him laying in bed, without me, clutching my pillow to him to get any sort of closeness to me.

Me I miss you too, thought of you all day while at work. People kept asking about you and how it feels to be away. I almost cried when one of the interview asked me about Ash.

I bite at my lip, blinking the tears away to try to stay strong, knowing that he's probably a big mushy mess.

Fezzy You got no clue how much that kid misses you. it's getting fuckin annoying and shit, he won't even smoke with me.

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"Hi baby!" Fez's bright smile makes butterflies erupt in my stomach, my nerves already getting the best of me as we arrive the event, my limo slowing to a stop. "I just got to the event, I needed to talk to you before going in." I blow out a breath, pulling the camera back so he can take a good look at me.

"Look hot, ma. Wish I was there to be on your arm." His voice is bittersweet and I can't help the image that pops up in my head of him decked out in a full suit and tie, matching my dress and on my arm as my favorite accessory.

"I'm just really nervous so I wanted to hear your voice." He grins and runs a hand over the top of his head, tilting his chin teasingly at me.

"You look really good." He whispers, blowing out a breath as his freckled cheeks blush cutely, boyishly.

"I'll send you a picture later of me in a full length mirror. Or maybe my publicist can send you a pic." I wink, catching a glimmer of mischief in his eyes and he chuckles, his brows raising and he sheepishly looks away from the camera.

"I'm sure that I'll be seeing pics all over the media." He whistles, already knowing how this goes and how many pictures and interviews will flood the internet over the next forty-eight hours.

"I'm sure you'll cherish them."

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My hands shake as I look frantically throughout the incoming flights, waiting for my eyes to connect with familiar blue ones, eager to wrap my arms around my man and never let go. And I'm sure he feels the same.

Looking around, I spot him quicker than I thought I would only because he typically waits along the wall so he doesn't get caught up in the paparazzi and fans but today he's in the front. He has a bouquet of flowers in his hands and a huge smile written across his lips.

By the time I'm in his arms, arms thrown around his neck, face buried in his shoulder, he's already whispering kind words, excited more than words can say.

"I missed you." He whispers with a shudder, a small laugh leaving my lips as my feet touch the ground once more, my body leaning back so I can look up at him with teary eyes.

"Missed you more."

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[multifandomfanfiction]

Tails California

TITLE: Tails California PAIRING: Bob/OC RATING: T CHAPTER: One-shot SUMMARY: Rory finds herself in California and searching for a certain WSO.

[A/N - Sequel to “Karaoke Night:Bob”.]

Rory pulled up to the gate of the North Island Naval Base.

“Identification?” the officer asked her.

“Umm, yeah. I’m looking for an aviator called Bob or Robert.”

The officer looked at her. “Ma’am. Do you know the aviator’s full name and rank?”

Rory shook her head and the officer sighed.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but unless you know the aviator’s full name and rank or you’re on the visitor list, I can’t let you on base.”

Rory nodded and pulled out of line. Well that was a bust. How was she supposed to get on base if she didn’t know Bob’s real name?

Rory had never been to San Diego before so she decided to drive around and explore. It seemed like no matter where she went, she was surrounded by servicemen and women.

There was a beach not too far from base called the Hard Deck. It looked like a place where Navy personnel would hang out.

She walked in and found a seat at the bar.

“Hey, what can I get you?” the bartender asked.

“This might sound like a weird question, but do know a Naval aviator called Bob or Robert?”

The brunette woman cocked an eyebrow at the younger woman. “Depends on who wants to know.”

Rory broke down and told her the story about she had met Bob at karaoke night while he was on deployment. “So I decided to pack up everything and move here…”

The bartender smiled. “I’m Penny and your Rob sounds like one of my husband’s pilots Bob Floyd.”

Rory let out a sigh of relief.

“They come here every Friday.”

Luckily today was Friday.

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It didn’t take long for the aviators to start trickling in.

Rory recognized the tall blonde that had been there that night. The one who had sulked at the bar while everyone else had fun around him.

She still hadn’t spotted Bob though. Maybe she’d get lucky and he’d spot her at the bar and come over.

Suddenly, the jukebox music stopped.

Some people groaned as a man in a Hawaiian shirt sat down at the piano and started playing “Great Balls of Fire.”

She knew that voice. She recognized him as one of the men with Bob that night. Along with the girl that came and sat on his lap as he sang.

Everyone cheered as he finished his song. The mustached man walked away from the piano.

Rory took this opportunity and jumped up on the piano bench. “Baby, what do you say we just get lost/Leave this one-horse town like two rebels without a cause…” she sang.

Rory watched as a brunette head shot up. She saw glasses and blue eyes and knew he had seen her. She crooked her finger at him as she continued to sing as loud as she could.

Eventually the whole bar joined in.

“Heads Carolina, tails California/Somewhere greener, somewhere warmer/Up in the mountains, down by the ocean/Where it don't matter, long as we're goin'/Somewhere together, I've got a quarter/Heads Carolina, tails California…”

Just like in the karaoke bar, Bob walked up to her and stared up at her as she sang. When she finished, everyone clapped and cheered.

Bob wrapped his hands around her waist and lowered her to the ground. “Wha…”

Rory cut Bob off by kissing him.

Bob stood frozen for a moment before he cupped her cheeks in his hands, kissing her back. “What are you doing here?” Bob finally asked.

“You told me to look you up if I was ever in California.”

Bob laughed.

“But you’re a difficult man to find Robert Floyd. They wouldn’t let me on base to see you because I didn’t know your full name and rank.”

“You never gave me a chance to. You ran off.”

Rory opened her mouth to argue, but then shut it. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Bob softly kissed her. “I’m glad you’re here now.”

“Your friends are staring.”

Bob looked over and saw Rooster smiling at him, Hangman giving him a smirk and a nod, while all the others had their mouth open. “Let them stare.”

Rory narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re much more confident this time.”

“Well you don’t really know me.”

“No, but I’d like to.”

Bob smiled and kissed her again.

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[cookinguptales]

hi hi I'd like a reading please :)

(currently looking at the mushroom deck in another tab a jesus it looks pretty)

♍

It is so, so pretty. I backed this deck while it was in development and I have zero regrets. I really love it, even more than I expected to. It's a really thoughtful, interesting deck, and the illustrations are gorgeous.

(The Hermit, The Five of Cups, The Eight of Pentacles) (Old Man of the Woods, Jelly Ear, Muscat Truffle)

You're a fan of this deck, so please give me just a second to talk about how much I love the thought put into these cards. The Hermit here is -- wow, what a great way to do this. I love this reference to the shaggy old man of the RWS card, plus it's a mushroom that grows far away from everything else -- and to have the lantern shining on it instead of being held by the man... I love!! ;;

And then the jelly ear. I'm so glad I read through the booklet because there was this whole thing in there about how the Latin name for jelly ears refers to Judas ears. Apparently these mushrooms largely grow on elder trees, which the Biblical Judas allegedly hanged himself from, so that's how they got the name. It's a card that symbolizes regret, so that's just such a fascinating way to go about it.

And then the Eight of Pentacles! It usually shows a man hard at work, as a card of craftsmanship -- but who's the one who really does the work during truffle hunting? That's gonna be the dog and/or pig! And this is a Lagotto Romagnolo, which is a species of dogs known for their truffle-hunting skills.

Sorry, that's just so damn cool. *_*

Anyway, onto the actual reading. Thanks for indulging me, lmao.

Overall... this feels like a spread that's telling you that things aren't nearly as bad as they seem. The Five of Cups is a card of regret, like you're really upset at how things have gone. The usual imagery of this card has five cups on it, three of which have spilled out on the ground, and two of which are still full. This card is telling you that it's okay to feel disappointment over the spilled water -- but you still have two cups left. Don't wallow in your disappointment and hurt feelings, but instead pick yourself up and try again.

The Hermit is a card that is less about physical distance, though that can be part of it, and more about closing out the world and taking some time for yourself to think things over. It's a time for thoughtfulness and meditation. Just be careful not to cut yourself off from the world for too long; asceticism and self-isolation can be very lonely.

Finally, we have the Eight of Pentacles. This is a card with good energy. It's about working hard at a particular craft and becoming better and better at it. It's about self-improvement and industriousness. It's about finding something you love and you're good at and throwing yourself into it, doing something productive.

Putting all this together, I get the impression that things haven't necessarily gone the way you've wanted them to recently, and that can be tough. But this spread seems to be telling you to pick yourself up again, take some time to yourself, and throw yourself into something fun and productive. Now is a time for self-reflection and self-improvement. The best way up is through, y'know?

Just be careful not to get too into your own head and ignore the cups you have left. Don't distance yourself too much from the rest of the world, and above all! Don't wallow! It feels good temporarily, but it doesn't help nearly as much as going for a walk or making something!

Honestly, I probably needed to hear that today, too. lmao

#tarot shenanigans #replies

[fuzzydreamin]

MTG MTG MTG

We got spoilers!!!~

Images and nerd talk under the cut~

Starting with the Commanders, of course. A Commander is sort of like the head or face of a deck. They can usually do special things other cards don't and overall represent the deck/colours they are a part of.

I'm glad it looks like they are focusing more on what fits into the MTG lore/strategy and not trying to build decks just based on the factions in the games -there are so many that some would have been left out!

I also really love that Dogmeat gets to represent one of our decks -especially the Naya (R/G/W) block, which is so fitting, as it's likely where we will get most of our everyday survivors. Even though it's his 4 form seeming to be shown most in this and other cards, Dogmeat has been a staple of the series since the first game - he really is Ever Loyal.

It's interesting we got two New Vegas characters for these too! I know there were some worries that NV would get left out or only get a small bit of representation, as Bethesda often doesn't like to touch it too much due to it not being entirely their creation, but it's clearly getting the love it deserves here! Perhaps because like NV these decks are also a collaboration between companies.

Mr House is likely an alternate Commander which will be found within the Ceasar deck, not on his own. That happens sometimes! And it's a neat way to show two of the faction choices given to the player in New Vegas. He doesn't seem to have an etched foil or showcase variant like the others, but he does have an extended art.

All that said, it does look like they are only focusing on post-Bethesda era titles, with 3, New Vegas, 4, and 76 being included, but not anything specifically from the pre-Bethesda era. Not surpised there. It's hard to work with the older IPs for various reasons, and most people would be familiar with the post-Bethesda era anyway. It's not like there's a lack of content to draw on from them either.

Anyway, here's the Showcase cards, which are terminal/pip-boy themed! I love it! I want them all! Featuring our main commanders and some other neat cards.

Of course, the art on MTG cards is always a big draw to them, so I just have to show off the full art cards we've been spoiled for so far too!

We've got two sets of full art lands. One set seems to be based on Fallout 4, with what looks like Nora (Female Player Character) and Dogmeat together. The other set appears 76 based, featuring Scorchbeasts and familiar landscapes from that title. I wonder if we will get more fallout themed land art or if the rest will simply be reprints of art from other sets that just fit the theme. I hope for more.

And of course, special lands and artifacts. All but "Nuka-Cola Vending Machine" are reprints of cards (names and abilities) already in existance featuring new art fitting the new set, as is usual for these releases - so if you're wondering about the names like "Sol Ring" and "Arcane Signet", that's why! These cards are just good staples of any deck. "Command Tower" is also receiving a regular bordered reprint, featuring the Lucky 38 from New Vegas (shown at the end of the post).

Last bit of art appreciation goes to the booster pack art. We now get to see that the Brotherhood soldier we've been staring at in the promotion poster is Sarah Lyons! Hooting and hollering!

Booster packs do often have mutliple package arts though (2-4), so I wonder if we will see more characters on them, or if it will remain just being Sarah. We will see. Either way, I'm probably going to buy a whole box of these...

Onto actual gameplay: It seems the fallout decks are heavily token based, with Rad Counters being a constant obstacle for all players, with ways of both reducing your own and adding to an opponent. Probably even playing into gaining more, with the right deck/cards (mutants?). There will also be Clue, Food, and Junk tokens in play.

One thing is for certain here, that Radstorm card sure is something... Storm is a bit of a broken ability in the game, and while it works just fine in these decks as they are built to play with/against it, it's going to be pulled out and placed into so many other decks and used against unprepared opponents. And Prolif alongside? RIP.

Anyway, I can't wait to get my hands on all of these decks and a whole box of boosters, to go through them in person and play with them all! I might make another post about them when that happens, showing more neat things and talking about how they do actually play.

Here's some last few cards to end the post with!

#fallout #fallout 3 #fallout new vegas #fallout 4 #fallout 76 #magic the gathering #fuzzy.post #If anyone is curious how any of these work pls ask! I play MTG!

[wizardanarchosocialist]

Elrya: The New World By T. A. Onkọwe (Me)

8 - Ariṣe

Ari's crew docked of the coast of Nwe'Simbata[1] and lowered the gangplank. Almost immediately, their ship was quickly boarded by merchants, eager to trade for more goods or coins. Soon the deck was picked clean, and each crew member's wallets were full. Ari sighed; glad the journey was even more profitable. Despite Zik's assurances, the Priestess had been remarkably good at tempting their crew to mutiny. Thankfully, they wouldn't have to worry about future discontent as the Priests were to disembark at noon.

"Your crew seems to be very happy with their newest haul." Olarya shuffled next to Ari's spot overlooking their crew. "Imagine the wealth you could gain at Comraich Kyst. I hear they even sell fine Sh'tàiyán spider silk, enough to outfit your whole crew. Or Greci pickled olives. Those taste great when paired with Meyni spiced agave wine. I've had it once, it goes down like fire a-"

"Don't tempt me with the idea of profit and booze." Ari turned to face the priestess. She was leaning against Ari's captain chair, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Oh, I would never do such a thing." She answered innocently. "But if I was... Is it working? Hypothetically speaking."

"Nope."

"You can't blame me for trying." She shrugged.

Olarya was about to respond but was drowned out by the noise of something heavy hitting the deck. Their sailors were rolling several barrels of palm wine out of the hull and began to feel their wine horns. Zik plucked the strings of his akonting while Niyilolawa joined him on their talking drum. The scent of palm wine gave Ari an idea.

"Honestly Priestess, I don't think you'd be able to handle my crew for much longer," Ari said as the music below got louder.

"Really? How so?"

"Once most of our work is done and we've sold off our goods, we can get pretty raucous." Ari winked at the Priestess. "I don't think a woman of the cloth could really handle it"

"I'm sure I can handle it," She hmphed, folding her hands and pouting.

"I bet anyone of my crew could drink you priests under the table." They learned in, leering with a shark grin. "I bet I could drink you under the table."

"Is that a challenge?" Olarya's eyebrow rose.

Ari shrugged. "Maybe."

"What's in it for me?"

"Name your price."

She paused for a moment; Ari could see the gears whirling in her head. If they'd played their cards right, Olarya would take the bait. "If I win, you come with us to Comraich Kyst and join the expedition."

"And when you lose?"

"If I lose, I'll stop trying to convince you."

"Deal." Ari offered their hand. "Don't say I didn't warn you Priestess."

Olarya ignored their hand at first. "Don't worry about me. I just need to know you'll keep your word."

Ari anticipated this, but quickly moved to reassure her. "I swear it on my honour and on Tian themself."

Tian was the god of justice and truth, as a demigod and priest, they kept particular watch on any vows they made on their name, promising swift retribution if the promise was broken. The priestess grabbed their hand with little hesitation after that, trying her best to squeeze in a way Ari guessed was supposed to be intimidating. With how tiny her hand was, it's almost comical.

Ari chuckled as she dropped their hand; The pair began to descend to the quarter deck and joined the revelry. They announced their intentions to Niyilolawa who mutely nodded and began to tap out an announcement on their talking drum, letting the whole crew know a challenge was placed. Someone else rolled another barrel of palm wine onto the deck and yet another dragged a table and two chairs to the centre of the deck. Zik poured the first two tankards.

"First to twenty wins," He announced as Niyilolawa+ began to drum along. "Three, two one... drink!"

Ari slammed down their tankard and grabbed the next one Zik had already filled up. They finished that too and grabbed their third as the priestess just barely managed to shakingly lift the tankard to her lips. Ari smirked. They 'd drink the priestess under the table in no time. For the first ten drinks, that proved true, but soon Olarya began to catch up.

"...fifteen." Zik announced.

Ari roughly gulped their drink down in surprise. They were on their fourteenth drink. Somehow, Olarya had started to outpace them, like a turtle outpacing a hare, while still looking as prim as when she started.

On their nineteenth drink, Ari's vision started to blur, and their head was cloudy. They couldn't let up though, Olarya and them were neck and neck. They quickly downed their drink and their next, but it was too late Olarya had already reached twenty.

"I win." The priestess grinned smugly.

A cheer went up from the crew as Ari slumped in their chair, delirious. They had underestimated the Priestess. Somehow, the little bird had outdrank them. Thankfully, their metabolism would burn through their drunkenness soon, leaving them sober to ponder their terrible decisions. Eventually, after a few moments slumped over the table, Ari begrudgingly joined the revelry.

If my trip was to be extended, I might as well have fun.

The priestess was on the deck above, still drinking as she spoke to another priest and overlooked the celebration below.

She smugly lifted her drink to Ari as they approached.

"Still drinking?" Ari asked, they noticed out of the corner of their eye the priest she was speaking with back away to the quarter deck.

"Ah, yes of course, the party's still going. You should join us." She answered, holding back a shit-eating grin.

Ari's stomach turned at the thought of alcohol. "Maybe later."

"Ah, I see someone's still recovering," She teased.

Ari shook their heads. "How does a light weight like you even hold her drink?"

"Practice. The church holds vast amounts of ceremonial wine, priests are terrible at securing it and teenagers are great at getting into things they shouldn't."

Ari couldn't help but laugh. "You were a troublemaker?"

"Not exactly. I was just... curious." Olarya shrugged.

"You've been in the priesthood since you were a teenager?"

"Since I was a child. It's what I've always wanted to do and what I plan to do for the rest of my life." Olarya smiled softly to herself. "What about you?"

"What about me?" Ari asked, confused. They weren't much for work in the church.

"What do you want to do, later in life, when you're too old for sailing?"

Ari paused, thinking. They weren't one to dream so far ahead, still used to fighting to live day by day. Finally, they answered. "I'll settle down in my hometown; buy an inn with my savings."

"We could make that easier, you know, help you settle down."

"No need to keep offering Priestess, you've already outdrank me." Ari chuckled. "I intend to keep my word."

"I know, but it can't hurt to sweeten the deal." Olarya giggled into her cup, a little wine dribbled down her plump lower lip.

Without much thinking, Ari whipped away the drop of alcohol, pausing the priestess' words. 

She's remarkably beautiful, up close. Olarya's features were delicate like the rest of her, as if she'd been moulded from porcelain. Her silver eyes caught and reflected the moon's light back. They'd already committed themselves to going to Comraich, so Ari felt free to properly notice without fearing temptation.

Their hand migrated to the priestess' chin, tilting her face up to study her better. Olarya leaned into her touch, eye's fluttering closed.

"I.." Olarya began but trailed off as she met Ari's eyes.

"Do you really want to sweeten the deal?" Ari teased, voice low and husky as they lowered their face to meet Olarya's.

"Yes," She breathed out, eyes still closed as their lips met.

Ari woke up the next morning with sunlight streaming onto their face from the porthole. They were in their cabin, undressed, curled up next to them, silver curls splayed out haphazardly, was the priestess. After a moment of surprise, the events of the night before flooded back to her. They looked at Olarya's sleeping form, then at themself, then the state of her cabin. They had a feeling this was going to be a long two months.

[1] Scrambled version of the Igbo words ‘Nwefe osimiri mbata’, meaning Cowrie ocean gate.

A.N- @sewi-li-suwi, @sinharder, @reiki-tsubetai @concoctionboy and @hummbirb if you're interested. Let me know if you don't want to be @'ed.

#writers #write #writingfemale #writerslgbt #fiction #sea #Elrya #By T. A. Onkọwe #sailing #fantasy fiction #fantasy #lgbt fiction #adventure #romance #lesbians #saphic #lesbians flirting like idiots

[entertainmentgirl80]

Expecting Again (Koko X Robert "Bob" Floyd) 💙👶🏽🚼

Robert "Bob" Floyd X Koko Floyd (Black Curvy Plus-sized Female Reader)

Warning: Hints Of Sexual Innuendos, Hangman Being Platonic With Koko, Pregnancy Again, A Beilef Hint Of Time Jump, And Just Fluff.

It's been 5 years since you give birth to Anastasia, but now your husband telling you that he is ready to have a another child with you and you starting to wonder that maybe he is right it's probably time for a another child and also a sibling for Ana so she can have someone to play with or spending time with.

While you are out to dinner with Bob that evening, y'all invited Jake to come join y'all. "Hey Bobby boy & Koko!!" He waving to y'all while you two reading the menu to see what y'all going to eat. So you got up from your seat and hugged & and greeted him. "Hey Jake, how are you?" You asked him, "I'm good Koko, I very good. You rolled your eyes in a playful way while he said that with his infamous signature motto, and he chuckled at you. "So how everything and how Ana as well?" Jake asked, "she is doing good. "She asked bout you?" Bob said to Jake, "Oh yeah, what she said." Jake asked, "she asks when Uncle Jake is coming back over?" You said to him, "mhmm , I guess she does be lonely and clingy on me, though." He said to you while he was taking a slip with his wine.

"Yeah, she is very clingy towards you," you nodded, "did she make friends when she was at school?" Jake asked, "Yeah, she did, but she always thought about you when she was at school, especially when she made a drawing of you & the plane you were flying with her look." Koko show the picture of Ana's drawing of Jake, and when he see it: "awwww that my girl, my little future art painter." Jake was awed & happy that he saw the picture of him that she drew on him. "Listen , I know I love Ana very much, and yes, even though she is clingy on me, but I have not thought about having a sibling for Ana?" Jake sparks a question about it.

"Me & Bobby was talking about having another child, but you probably right . I think it is time for a sibling for Anastasia, though." You nodded to Jake while you were eating your dinner, "but if y'all gonna make another baby, you can call me, and I will do it for you." Jake still thinking about that time when they have a one-time thing (meaning they have a threesome). "Don't push it Jake that was a one-time thing that all." You rolled your eyes bout that situation y'all have when you two did the threesome together, "come on, you know you enjoyed it." He smirk, "yeah for one time only, that was a pass," Bob said to you while he take a slip on his wine while eating, "however even though I'm enjoyed it but the sex was good though I'm give you credit." You smirked but praised Jake for his sex abilities in the bedroom. "I'm just saying you know I always gonna rock your world." He said to you with a big smirk on his face, "that is the most corny sex line I'm ever heard." You said to him while you rolled your eyes while you laughed at him.

"But hey, since I'm can't do that anymore, I'm officially off the market now." Jake announced that he was in a relationship with a woman that he met in the navy in Top Gun, "who the lucky woman that caught your heart Mr. Jacob Seresin?" You wanna know the details bout his relationship with the mystery woman, "okay well her name is Constantine Oceans. She is a mechanical engineer & now an aviator." Jake told her who the mystery woman's name was.

"Ooooh, how y'all two met, you know?" Koko asked, "we met at the hard deck, at first I'm bump into her when I'm didn't pay attention where I going at first though, but till that bitch Jeffries whom I met that mess me up and manipulate my feelings when we belief dating at that time before I'm fall in love with Connie (which is short for her full name Constantine) but I'm don't wanna talk about it, I glad she out of my life though but anyway yes even though me & Ghosty's relationship was rocky at first because she did to me but slowly transitioning from friends to lovers now."

"Well, I'm glad you found someone who treats you well and not taking advantage of your heart, though." Koko said to you with a genuine compliment with a smile and Jake smiled to you back, after y'all have dinner and enjoyed each other's company, you & Bobby bout to head home now, while y'all on the way back to the house. The idea of having a second child make you think that it's really make sense that it really time is for Anastasia to have a sibling because you realize that you is the younger child and you have a older sister as well even though y'all don't have best sibling relationship in your whole life but you still got love for her even though you don't want nothing to do with her because her self-centered attitude. But however you want to make sure that your daughter have the best sibling relationship ever and not being selfish and everything bout her also with love, respect, & take care for her sibling (whether it's a sister or brother).

After y'all made it home, pay the babysitter for watching Anastasia for yall, and you check on Ana to make sure she is okay so after that. You lowkey felt horny and you wanna to make love with your husband. "Hey baby?" You said to Bob, "Yeah, honey?" He said to you back, "Are you tired?", "no not really, why?" He said to you, "Do you wanna make another baby?" You said to him, "Now?" He said, "Now, " you said to him with a smirk on your face. So y'all went upstairs, you took off your dentures, got undressed, Bob give your hand to the bed, he laid you down and y'all are making love quietly & gently because you want to make sure that y'all wanna stay quiet while y'all daughter is asleep and afterwards y'all said "I love yous" and went to sleep.

The next day, while Bob is at work, you did some errands while you were out and Anastasia in kindergarten. Also, you come home to relax for a minute. While you sitting in your gaming chair to play one of your favorite fighting games, you starting to feel something woozy meaning you late on your period but also you have something awful feeling in your stomach and you ran to the bathroom, vomiting after you done with the post-morning sickness, realizing that you starting to be pregnant again, so thank goodness that you carried a pregnancy test in your purse and afterwards you used the test and long behold it's turn positive with those two lines and now you more excited than you ever was since your first pregnancy with Anastasia.

After Bob came home from work not long ago, you ran into his arms, and you said: "hey baby, how work today?" You said to him with a smile, "Hey babe, work is the same. What are you so happy about?" Bob said to you back, "Guess what, who gonna be a daddy again??!" You show the pregnancy test to him, "Oh my god , I can believe it. Now Ana can have a sibling to play with." He said to you with excitement, but "Hey, I'm gonna go get Ana from kindergarten now, okay?", "okay baby love you!!", "love you more!" He said to you.

Nine months later, you have given birth to a healthy baby boy and you named him Alexander Robert Floyd (the middle name is after his father 💙) and you & Bob was over the moon that y'all family is complete 💙 😉 and yes its announced that Phoenix will be the godmother of Alexander, also Anastasia is happy that she have a baby brother and she won't felt lonely and also not be clingy with her uncle Jake anymore although she still love him till this day.

A/N: the storyline is little cannon taking place between this story & "A Heart With Wings" storyline.

#top gun maverick #top gun maverick fan fiction #jake hangman seresin #robert bob floyd #robert bob floyd plus size #robert bob floyd poc #bob floyd fluff #bob floyd fan fic #bob floyd x black! reader #bob floyd x plus size reader #bob floyd x plus! size reader #bob floyd x plus sized reader #hangman top gun #jake seresin x you #bob floyd imagine

[the-delta-42]

Wings - A New Day Part 2

Wings

A New Day Part 2

It was night-time when the group reached the farm. Lee and Clementine were sitting next to Shawn with Chet behind them. Lee looked down and spotted Clementine looking back up at him as the car stopped. The truck came to slow stop as it parked at the farm. The group slowly got out of the truck, with Chet stretching his arms.

“Hey, Shawn,” Said Chet, rubbing the back of his head, “I'm'a run on home. My mama's gonna be in a snit.”

“No sweat, man. I'll catch you tomorrow night.” Dismissed Shawn, making Chet turn to Lee and Clementine.

“It was nice to meet ya both.” Said Chet, as Lee noticed something on Chet’s arm.

“What’s that?” Lee pointed to the mark, making Chet freeze.

“I think one’a them things bit me.” Answered Chet, “It don’ hurt or nothin’.”

Lee frowned as he waved goodbye as Chet left. The front door opened and a man, that Lee assumed to be Shawn's father, walked out.

“Thank god you're okay.” Said Shawn’s father, sighing with relief at the sight of Shawn.

“I was worried it'd be bad here, too.” Said Shawn, hugging his father.

“Been quiet as usual the past couple days.” Said Shawn’s father, “Ol' Breckon down the way thinks his mare's gone lame but that ain't nothing new.”

“I wouldn't have made it back without Chet.” Shawn seemingly ignored what his father was saying.

“Well, I'm glad you took him with you then.” Said Shawn’s father, before turning and spotting Lee and Clementine, making him put his hands on his hips, “You've brought a couple guests.”

“Your boy's a lifesaver.” Said Lee, stretching his wings out.

“Glad he could be of help to somebody.” Smiled Shawn’s father, “So, it's just you and your daughter then?”

“Oh, not his daughter,” Interrupted Shawn, glancing at Lee “he's... well... Just some guy who found her alone.”

Shawn’s father frowned, before kneeling down in front of Clementine, “Honey, do you know this man?”

“Yes.” Nodded Clementine, her wings jerking with the movement.

“Okay, then.” Nodded Shawn’s father, getting up and looking at Lee, “Well, looks like you hurt your leg pretty bad there.”

“Yeah, it's not doing so good.” Winced Lee, the pain in his leg coming back at him with full force.

“I can help you out.” Said Shawn’s father, before turning to Shawn, “Shawn, run on in and check on your sister. You, take a seat up on the porch and I'll go see what I have.”

Shawn and his father entered the house, as Lee took a seat on the bench on the porch, with Clementine standing near the top of the stairs, her little wings appearing to have a mind of their own. Shawn’s father returned holding a roll of bandages. He knelt down and inspected Lee's leg.

“Let's have a look.” Muttered Shawn’s father, “Yeah, this is swollen to hell.”

“Could be worse.” Shrugged Lee, trying not to wince.

“That's what it sounds like.” Muttered Shawn’s father, “Seems like things got awful bad in the cities.”

“What'd you say your name was?” Asked Shawn’s father, looking up at Lee.

“It's Lee.”

“Nice to meet you, Lee. I'm Hershel Greene.” Smiled Hershel as he bandaged the wound on Lee's leg, making him wince in pain, “How'd this happen?”

“Car accident.” Answered Lee, internally debating on what he should tell Hershel.

“That so?” Asked Hershel, looking up at Lee, “Where were you headed? Before the car accident?”

“I was getting out of Atlanta.” Responded Lee, deciding to tell Hershel the truth.

“The news says stay.”

“Yeah, well, that's a mistake.” Muttered Lee, thinking back to the police car, “We hit a guy, one of those things you've been hearing about, on the road.”

“Who were you with, the girl?” Questioned Hershel, frowning.

“I was with a police officer. He was giving me a ride.” Said Lee, looking at the deck.

“Awful nice of him.”

“He was taking me to jail.” Said Lee, deciding to give Hershel the full truth, “I…”

“Say no more,” Said Hershel, standing up, “if you want to tell me, you can find me in the morning. House is full up with mine. We've got another displaced family of three sleeping in the barn. You and your daughter are welcome to rest there, when we're done here.”

“She’s not my daughter.” Responded Lee, getting a small frown from Hershel.

“If she was alone, with those things out there, you’re about the closest thing to a parent she’s gonna have.” Hershel then frowned and turned to Clementine, “I didn't catch your name, darlin'.”

“Clem... Clementine.” Answered Clementine, looking up at Hershel.

“Can't imagine what you've been through, Clementine.” Murmured Hershel, glancing at Lee.

“I'm looking after her until we find her parents.” Said Lee, making Hershel’s frown deepen.

They were interrupted when Shawn walked onto the porch, “Hey, Dad, so I'm thinking, first thing tomorrow, we gotta reinforce the fence around the farm.”

“That doesn't seem necessary.” Dismissed Hershel

“I don't know what you saw on TV, or heard on the radio, but there's some serious...” Shawn paused, looking at Clementine, “S-H-I-T hitting the fan. I don't think anyone knows how big it is yet.”

“Your son's right. You're gonna wanna fortify this place.” Lee warned, thinking back to that group they left behind in Clementine’s neighbourhood.

“Stuff like that doesn't happen around here, Shawn.” Responded Hershel.

“Dad, I'm serious.” Insisted Shawn, before turning to Lee, “Lee, come on, tell him what you saw out there, man.”

“I watched a man let himself get run over without blinking an eye.” Said Lee, frowning, “Then a cop, the one that was driving me out of Atlanta, came back from the dead, he hit that guy in the road and crashed, something dragged him out of the car, but he was dead when I woke up. Then, there was a girl that had her guts spilled out. And that not even starting on the dead people walking.”

Hershel stared at Lee, before looking back at Shawn, “Well, do what you think you should. We've got plenty of chores as it is.”

“Lee and those folks in the barn can help out in the morning.” Suggested Shawn, “We gotta do it, really.

“I already said okay.” Said Hershel, looking at Shawn.

Shawn froze, before taking that as his que to go back inside.

“Well, I'm all done here. It should start to feel better tomorrow.” Said Hershel, finishing up with Lee’s leg.

“Thanks.” Said Lee, as Hershel got up.

“If your leg gets hot or the swelling doesn't go down, you're probably dealing with an infection.” Continued Hershel, folding his arms across his chest.

“What do we do then?” Asked Lee, suddenly feeling apprehensive.

“We'll probably just have to shoot you.” Smirked Hershel, making Lee’s wings suddenly flare out in surprise.

“We'll clean it, re-dress it and you'll be fine.” Chuckled Hershel, Lee’s wings drooped in relief.

“Okay, that'd be preferable.” Confessed Lee, his wings relaxing.

“There's blankets and such in the barn.” Hershel informed him, “We'll be seeing you bright and early. Come tomorrow, which way you think you're headed?”

“Towards Macon, I suppose.” Answered Lee, making Hershel nod, before turning to Clementine and smiling at her and going inside leaving the two outside, “Alright then.” Said Lee, before guiding Clementine towards the barn.

Lee and Clementine lied down on makeshift beds in the hay-covered floor of the barn. The family of three was already asleep on the upper floor of the barn.

Clementine grimaced and wrinkled her nose in disgust, “It smells like...”

“Shit.” Supplied Lee, making Clementine gasp and glare at him, making him apologise, “I'm sorry. Shouldn’t talk like that.”

“That was a swear.” Said Clementine, before going quiet, “I miss my mom and dad.”

“I bet, Clem.” Murmured Lee, adjusting his wings beneath him.

“How far is Savannah?” Asked Clementine, curling up on her side with her little wings stretched out behind her.

“Pretty far.” Answered Lee, closing his eyes.

“Oh.” Said Clementine, “Okay.”

Clementine and Lee fell asleep, with Lee beginning to dream.

“I love you, baby.” Lee recognised his ex-wife’s voice, she laughed, only for something shatter, and making her laugh turn into a scream.

Lee gasped, bolting awake. He breathed heavily for a few moments before reluctantly lying back down and falling back asleep. When he woke the next morning, he woke to a man with a moustache speaking to him.

“Hey, get up.” Said the man, stepping back as Lee stretched his wings out.

Lee felt something tucked under one of his wing, before getting up. Clementine was curled up with her wings now wrapped around her, Lee gently shook her, waking her up.

“I'm itchy.” Mumbled Clementine, rubbing her eyes.

“Well, you slept in a barn, little lady.” Laughed the man, “Lucky you don't have spiders in your hair.”

Clementine gasped and grabbed her head.

“But I bet your daddy scared 'em all away, huh?” Chuckled the man, getting a frown from Lee.

“I'm not her dad.” Said Lee, “Name's Lee.”

“I'm Kenny.” Responded Kenny, as a boy ran up to the entrance of the barn.

“Dad! We're gonna build a fence! There's a tractor and everything!” Yelled the boy, a pair of dark brown wings flapping excitedly, sending a gust of wind toward Lee, Clementine and Kenny, before running off.

“We better get going or we won't hear the end of it.” Sighed Kenny, as he and Lee walked out of the barn, with Clementine walking along with them, holding Lee's hand.

“That's my boy, Ken Junior.” Explained Kenny, “We call him Duck, though.”

“Duck?” Questioned Lee, frowning at the strange nickname.

“Yeah. Nothing bothers him. Like water off a duck's back, y'know.” Responded Kenny, shrugging.

“That's a valuable trait lately.” Mused Lee, thinking back to the creature they left behind in Clementine’s neighbourhood.

“No kidding.” Agreed Kenny, “But frankly, I think it's because he's dumb as a bag of hammers.”

“Dad!” Yelled Duck, making the small group look at him.

“But he makes up for it with enthusiasm.” Finished Kenny, as the group of three walked up to Duck and his mother, who was sitting on some bales of hay in front of the porch of the house.

“The word is you were on your way to Macon.” Said Kenny, glancing at Lee.

“My family is from there.” Responded Lee, tucking his wings against his back.

“Well, Macon's on the way and, personally, I'd appreciate the company of a guy who can knock a couple of heads together if he has to.” Offered Kenny, getting a strange look from Lee.

“Sure, we'll...tag along.” Said Lee, frowning at Kenny insinuation.

“It's a plan, then.” Smiled Kenny, before turning to his wife and Duck, “Honey, Duck, this is Lee and, uh, what's the girl's name?”

Clementine hid behind Lee, peeking out at the group, “Clementine.” Supplied Lee.

“Clementine.” Finished Kenny, nodding.

“That is a very pretty name.” Said Kenny’s wife, “My name’s Katjaa.”

“Thanks.” Mumbled Clementine, as Shawn approached the group.

“Well, we should get to work.” Said Shawn, “We've all seen what those things can do out there so the faster we get this fence up, the better.”

“I wanna build a fence.” Gasped Duck, his wings flapping as he stared up at Shawn.

“Yeah? Well, I need a good foreman.” Smiled Shawn, “You can sit on the tractor and yell at me whenever I take a water break.”

“On the tractor?” Gasped Duck, his eyes lighting up, “Cool!”

“Duck and I will hop to it.” Said Shawn, before he and Duck left.

“I can keep an eye on your little girl here on the porch. We can visit.” Offered Katjaa, getting a smile and nod from Lee. Clementine sat on a bale of hay next to Katjaa and Kenny began working on his truck nearby.

Lee walked off to help Shawn, leaving Clementine with Katjaa.

“You have such pretty hair!” Complimented Katjaa, getting a small from Clementine.

“It gets lots of tangles.” Said Clementine, feeling her hair.

“Did your daddy give you that hat?” Asked Katjaa, looking at Clementine’s hat.

“Mm-hmm.” Hummed Clementine.

“Do you have any pets?” Asked Katjaa, curious.

“I have a goldfish named Peanut.” Answered Clementine, “Mom doesn't like dogs.”

“Oh, well, we have a lab named Franklin back in Fort Lauderdale.” Said Katjaa, frowning, “What's your favourite colour?”

“Purple.” Answered Clementine, glancing down.

“Ooh, I like your shoes!” Said Katjaa, making Clementine look at her shoes.

“They're my favourite.” Smiled Clementine, looking up at Katjaa.

Lee walked around, before stopping by Shawn.

“Hey, Lee.” Greeted Shawn, glancing up from his work.

“Need a hand?” Offered Lee, gesturing to the fence.

“That'd be great.” Responded Shawn, “If you could cut those two-bys to length, that'd sure speed things up.”

Lee walked up the bench and started cutting the planks in half with a saw.

“My dad doesn't know how bad it is.” Said Shawn, breaking the brief silence.

“No, he doesn't.” Agreed Lee.

“I saw a guy in Atlanta kill a kid.” Said Shawn, “A boy. Just shot him right in the face.”

“Damn.”

“No shit, damn.” Said Shawn, “He didn't even hesitate. He just turned, put the barrel of the gun right between this kid's eyes and pulled the trigger. You don't see things like that. It's not like in the movies.”

“They don't fall like you think.” Retorted Lee, grabbing another plank.

“Did you have to do it?” Asked Shawn, stopping and looking at Lee.

“Do what?”

“Kill.” Stated Shawn, as if it was the most obvious thing, “Have you had to off one yet?”

“Oh, uh...” Lee froze, did he tell Shawn that he was convicted of murder, that he had to shoot the officer driving him to the prison? “I had to shoot one.” Said Lee, after a moment.

“I could shoot one, maybe. If it were far away.” Said Shawn, shrugging off Lee’s hesitation, “I'm just glad we're getting this fence built. Dad just wants to keep the family safe and thinks inviting people in is a bigger threat than whatever's out there. How about yours? How's your family?”

“My brother and parents are in Macon, I hope.” Said Lee, his wings folding tight against his back at the thought of his family being in danger.

“Oh, man, I hope so too. Maybe it's not too bad there.” Said Shawn, “That's probably all I need cut for now. Thanks.”

“And, Shawn, thanks again for the ride.” Thanked Lee, thinking back to Clementine’s neighbourhood.

“No problem, Lee. Couldn't leave you behind.” Dismissed Shawn, “Anyway, when you see my dad around, he might want some help in the barn.”

Lee turned and spotted Hershel entering the barn, he bid Shawn goodbye, before walking over to and entering the barn, where Hershel was scattering hay with a pitchfork.

Hershel stared at Lee before speaking, “How'd you get out of Atlanta?”

“I got a ride and then I was in a wreck. I walked until your boy found me.”

“Hmm.” Responded Hershel “Well, you're no worse for wear.”

“This farm's a nice plot of land.” Said Lee, looking around.

“Heh, had you told me twenty years ago I'd still be doing this, I woulda told you that you were full of crap.” Huffed Hershel, “Never was the plan, having a place like this. It was in the family, and I guess so was I. Family's important; it's all that matters. You agree with that?”

“Was brought up to, yes.” Responded Lee, before glancing down.

“Where's your family now? Parents? Wife? Girlfriend?” Asked Hershel, noticing Lee’s glance.

“My parents are in Macon, with my brother.” Answered Lee, frowning, he hoped they were safe.

“Well, I hope they're alright.” Said Hershel, before looking Lee in the eye, “But now you've got this little girl to take care of. Clementine, is it? You just stumbled up on her?”

“I was being attacked and she came to my rescue.” Lee told him.

Hershel said nothing for a few moments, continuing to shovel hay.

“You said you were being taken to jail,” Said Hershel, levelling Lee with a look, “Why?”

“I found out my wife was having an affair, after I came home early.” Said Lee, “I got into a fight with the guy, I ended up punching him and sending him into a coffee table.”

“You were jailed for assault?” Asked Hershel, getting a sigh from Lee.

“No, he broke his neck when he hit the table,” Admitted Lee, “I was convicted of murder. Everything I told you was true, I was with a police officer, he crashed into one of those things and I was knocked out and he was dead when I woke up. I ended up having to slicing part of his head off because he started to move and take chunks out of me. I stumbled across Clementine, met her dead babysitter and ran into your boy.”

“You were on your way to get your wings cut.” Stated Hershel, glancing at the feathered appendages, “I’ve been in that situation, got too angry, lost control of myself. Lost ten years because of it. I’d be a hypocrite-”

Hershel was cut off by the noise of an engine and a loud yell.

“What the--?” Gasped Lee, as he and Hershel left the barn.

“Go! I'll get my gun!” Said Hershel running to retrieve his weapon, Katjaa left the house, and Lee ran toward the noise. The screaming continued, along with the growling of the monsters. Lee reached the fence, Shawn's leg was trapped under the tractor with Duck sitting on it. The creatures clawed through the fence trying to reach Shawn. Clementine stood nearby, looking on, terrified. A creature grabbed Duck's leg and pulled him down, then grabbed his shoulders making Duck scream and violently flap his wings.

“My leg is stuck!” Yelled Shawn, as Lee ran up to Duck.

“Aagh! No!” Yelled Duck, as his wings flailed wildly, before they suddenly sliced through the creature.

Lee takes the board and attempts to hit the zombie.

Kenny ran over scooped Duck into his arms, “I got you.”

“They're almost through!” Cried Shawn, making Lee arch his wing and slice through the tractor. Lee grabbed Shawn’s arm and hauled him up. The fence then broke, knocking Lee and Shawn over, one of the creatures grappled with Shawn, while another advanced towards Lee.

Clementine whimpered and a gunshot rang out, hitting the creature grappling with Shawn. Hershel aimed and shot the creature approaching Lee in the head.

“Everyone okay?” Asked Hershel, as Lee slowly got to his feet.

“For the most part.” Said Lee, as Shawn rubbed his arm.

“One of them bit me.” Said Shawn, wincing at the wound, “Must’ve happened when they broke the fence.”

“Well,” Sighed Hershel, “at least you’re okay.”

“Sorry,” Said Lee, glancing at the tractor, “about the tractor.”

“It’s a thing,” Shrugged Hershel, “if you hadn’t, those things might’ve got Shawn.”

Kenny and Lee exchanged glances and Katjaa looked at Clementine.

“Well, not to sound ungrateful or nothin’” Said Kenny, “but I think we’re about wearing out our welcome.” He looked at Lee, “You've got that ride to Macon if you want it.”

Lee smiled and nodded, as Kenny, Katjaa, and Duck walked away.

“Lee,” Said Hershel, making Lee look at him, “stay safe, and watch out for that girl.”

Lee nodded, before guiding Clementine towards Kenny’s truck.

#the walking dead game #lee everett #clementine #twdg clementine #Shawn Greene #Hershel Greene #TWDG Chet #twdg kenny #twdg katjaa #twdg duck #TWDG Wing AU #delta writes

[bluemoonfantasiesiii]

Vincent nodded in agreement with Nigredo and they all walked off to their cabin to check on their bags and make the final checks "Lily, stay with Rubedo, I'll be off to see what's the Captain want. If the ship stopped at the harbour first, you wait for me with them. I'll be meeting you all on the land" he told her while she nodded understanding the orders, the young artist helped his daughter wear her tiny backpack while he carried his and left to check with the man.

"Captain, I'm here~" he said opening the door to the main chamber "oh come come! I want you to have this! Give it to the divine priestess on Watatsumi Island her name is Sangonomiya Kokomi, she is a young lady with beautiful ocean like eyes. Tell her that I got what she needed as promised! She will reward you for handing it safely to her!" He told Vincent handing him a small box in the size of pocket full of small black pearls which is very rare.

Vincent nodded his head with kind smile "sure, I don't need the reward though" he argued having the captain laughing at his honesty "you truly are a generous man! Then maybe ask for a local candy for your daughter's and the boy's sake! That would be easy and good for new experience! Hahaha~!" The man said laughing louder before they both walked out to the deck and they met with the rest of the group, Lily ran to hug her father upon seeing him, there's still few minutes to leave the wooden floors of the ship.

"Hope you liked your trip on my ship! Young men! Oh! and you too lady of the sea! Haha!" He's back to his usual cheerfulness and loud laughter gaining a giggle of the whole crew at this normal sight "yes~! It was amazing~!!" Lily said and came to hug the captain leg since she's so tiny for the man who bent down and carried her up in the sky free like a bird making her laughs happily while spreading her arms and legs out "glad to hear you say that! Little lady! Hahaha!!" The tall man cheered before placing her safely in the arms of her father to have a big hug from him "thank you and thanks to your crew, to help me with this trip to Inazuma. It was such a great journey~" Vincent bowed his head a little in respect gaining a strong pat on his back nearly knocked the air out of him from the captain with big smile he said "no need to! We'll help you across anytime you need! And glad to meet your daughter and the flowery boy~! And the twin brothers~!" He said loudly again with laughter.

The ship pulled into stop at the harbour with the new sounds and noises in the near by island is starting to be more louder "be careful around, all of you! And enjoy your journey!" The Caption said to them as he walked off to some other business he has with his crew on the ship waving his hand goodbye to them as the group walked off to the solid ground of dirt and grass "yaaay~!! We're here~! When can I meet, Miss. Yoimiya~?" Lily immediately asked forcing her father to chuckle at her excitement "I need to do some checking in with the police for all of us first, then we can all go to the main island to meet with her~" he told her whilst letting her down on her feet before holding her hand gently "I should not take long" he said looking at the three men beside them "you can all rest for a bit and take in the view around" he told them with gentle smile.

“Mm, it was lots of fun!” Rubedo said to the captain.

“Now I can finally check traveling by boat off my list,” Nigredo said.

On the harbor, a young man in red with blonde hair tied back into a ponytail was just finishing up helping another boat unload some crates, cheerfully chatting up the small crew, when he noticed the new arrivals.

“Albedo?” he asked, running up to them. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here again so soon. Welcome back!”

“Thoma,” Albedo greeted with a nod. “How have things been since the festival?”

“The Young Lord almost bought that portrait you made of the Lady as Sumizome, but in the end, it got snatched up along with the rest of your paintings by Yae Publishing House as inspiration for a new detective light novel: The Painter’s Plight.”

Albedo’s cheeks went pink at the implication of the title. “Someone used me as inspiration for the main character of a story?”

Thoma laughed at the alchemist’s bashful reaction. “I don’t know why you’re so surprised. You made quite an impression with your speedy work. When word got out that the renowned artist Calx was coming in only a few days before the festival, we all thought there was no way you’d be able to get even a single painting done in time! Thanks for proving us wrong~”

“It wasn’t really…um… Th-thank you.”

“Alright, alright, I’m done teasing you,” Thoma said. “Aside from the festival, things have really calmed down ever since the rebellion’s success. With Inazuma’s infrastructure well into recovery, the workload on the Yashiro Commision has lightened quite a bit. Even the Lord and Lady have been able to take some time to themselves.”

“Ah, on the subject of siblings,” Albedo gestured to Nigredo. “This is my older brother, Nigredo. Nigredo, this is Thoma, head housekeeper for the Kamisato Estate. He’s actually originally from Mondstadt.”

Green eyes widened as the Pyro user glanced between the two. “O-older, huh? You mean you’re not twins?”

“Weird genes,” Nigredo said, brushing it off with a shrug. “Neither of us got anything from dad.”

“Wait a second…” Thoma studied the older homunculus, making him nervous. “I recognize your name.”

Nigredo internally panicked for a moment before bells began ringing for him as well. “Come to think of it, I feel like I’ve heard your name before, too…”

Gears clicked at the same time for the two blondes as they both realized the connection.

“Diluc!”

“That’s right!” Thoma said. “He’s mentioned you a lot in his letters. So, you’re the boyfriend, huh~?”

“Sure am~! He’s mentioned you a couple times when talking about his childhood. It’s honestly been a huge comfort to know he hasn’t cut all his ties from the past.”

“Likewise, it’s a relief to know he’s finally seeing someone.”

Rubedo suddenly popped into the scene. “Oh, so this is the Thoma that Faðir talks about sometimes??”

Thoma stumbled back with a surprised yelp. “A third one?!”

Nigredo pat his child’s head. “This is my son, Rubedo.”

“Your…son?” Thoma sheepishly scratched the back of his head. “Sorry, I’m having a bit of trouble wrapping my head around that.”

“You know that my brother and I are alchemists first and foremost,” Albedo explained. “Rubedo is the result of one of my brother’s experiments; a shapeshifting flower that he sees as his child.”

“I see… Kind of.”

#moon answers shit #vincent anon #rhinesons au

[mushroom-winners-proof]

personally My Favorite dynamic in kh is ansem and riku but specifically in a way where ansem just acts like riku’s disappointed, high-expectations stepdad all the time

#kingdom hearts #kh #kingdom hearts chain of memories #khcom #riku #ansem #ansem seeker of darkness #so glad we got his full name on deck #snap sketches #literally my first reaction to like. The Third Cutscene in riku's story for com #dawg you already TRIED the whole Let Me Vaguely Adopt This Child So I Can Use Them For Darkness(TM) Purposes #admittedly it worked the first time but riku built different- like he's still stupid but at least sora's in the same reality as him #plus what are you gonna do with another body bruh put that in the back of the shelf I GUESS #that why he got 13 whole other ones in the waiting room i stg this series #anyway yeah no i genuinely love their dynamic its so funny And Also Genuinely Interesting #fr ansem just like. Step Off a bit he really just comes into the series JUST to bother riku after KH #refuse to acknowledge ansem in the 13 hood because he different I'm Pretty Sure #again I Stg This Series #this took way longer than it should have and with that im going to bed bye guys #more terrible kh posting Eventually Probably

[romione-trope-fest]

Run

Warm your heart with this DH Missing Moment from @accio-broom!

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Fic Title: Run Author Name: accio-broom Selected Trope: DH missing moment(s) Brief Summary: The war is hard on the Trio, but Ron and Hermione find a way to get through it. Word Count: 1612 Rating: T TW: Brief mentions of torture.

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One, two, three, four

  “If you could be anywhere else right now, where would you be?”

  Ron lifts his head at Hermione’s question, amusement spreading over his face. “What? You mean you don’t want to be stuck in this mouldy tent forever?”

  She laughs, and Ron’s heart skips a beat. He hasn’t heard that noise for a long while, and it’s like a tonic to soothe his heavy heart. “No,” Hermione replies with a shake of her head. “I don’t want to be here forever. In fact, I’ll be glad if I never see another tent again. But there are so many different places in the world I still want to visit, if we get a chance.”

  “Go on….”

  Chewing on her lip, she scrunches her eyes up in thought but when she speaks again, a smile lights up Hermione’s face. “If we’re just limited to the UK, then right now, I’d rather be in Portmeirion.”

  “Where’s that?”

  “North Wales. The town is beautiful, Muggle, but full of colour and greenery. My grandparents used to visit every year and send me a postcard, so I’ve only ever seen pictures of it.”

  “Nice, that sounds brilliant. We’ll definitely go there.” Ron ponders his answer for a moment before saying, “If we’re only limited to the UK, then I reckon you can guess where I’d rather be.”

  “Yeah, that’s easy. The Burrow, right?”

  Heat rises up his cheeks. It wasn’t the first location on his mind, and guilt hits him like a bludger to the stomach. Ron’s been trying hard not to think of the crooked house, his mum and dad, his army of siblings, because every time he does, he misses them too much. It’s almost enough to force him out of the tent and back home.

  Almost.

  “Well, yeah, there’s the Burrow. Merlin, I miss that place. But I was thinking of the Cannons stadium. I never got to see them play live, Dad could never afford tickets for all of us.”

  The softness of his voice takes him by surprise, although Ron doesn’t mind exposing the raw nerve from Hermione's suggestion. Since his poisoning last year, things have changed between them, and he’s been learning how to be more open with her. Especially when it’s hard to do so. That’s when it’s the most important.

  “Ron…” Words fail Hermione for once in their lives, and she reaches across the table to squeeze his hand.

  “Doesn’t matter.” He pulls away from her grip and, after checking Harry is still positioned at the entrance of the tent, turns his attention back to the maps in front of him. “They would have lost even if I turned up. Waste of time supporting them really.”

  The mood in the tent shifting back to sombre, Hermione sighs and gets on with the plans, too.

  ⁂

  The next time he hears the question, they’re marching over Stoatshead Hill towards the Lovegood’s house, Harry in the lead a few paces ahead of them.

  “If you could be anywhere else right now, where would it be?”

  Ron whips his head around and smiles at the question. He’s glad Hermione wasn’t put off by their last discussion around the topic, and this time, he’s more prepared with the answer. “The dragon sanctuary in Romania. Charlie’s always rabbiting on about it and I’d like a better experience with a dragon than the last. I swear my hand’s never been the same since Norbert bit me. What about you?”

  “The Maldives.” Hermione answers straight away. “Lying on a sun lounger on our private decking.”

  “Our private decking?” The image drives him giddy—Hermione in a white bikini, her skin tanned dark. She has a cocktail in her hand, her hair piled up high on her head to expose her long neck. “Does that mean I get to come, too?”

  Please say yes, please say yes.

  “I guess you could. It would be nice for you to see some of the rest of the world. Plus you know the Maldives are a honeymoon spot, don’t you?”

  His foot catches in a clump of grass and Ron almost decks it. Bugger! He should have been paying more attention, but once again, that mental witch has blown his fucking socks off. Honeymoon? But does that mean she wants to…

  No. He can’t entertain the thought, not now when they have another step of their mission to complete. But as he rights himself and glances at Hermione, he can see the pink tinge of a blush creeping over her face. Bloody hell, she does mean it.

  Longing to reach for her hand, but hyper-aware that Harry is too close, Ron settles for bumping his shoulder gently against Hermione’s. “You be careful, or you’ll be stuck with me for life talking like that.”

  “I hope so.” Without missing a beat, she carries on, “Would you prefer to be facing a dragon or Xenophilius Lovegood right now?”

  Ron cannot stop the loud laugh that bursts from his mouth, even as he clasps his hands over his lips to try and suppress it. Harry spins around, throwing a frown their way.

  “You alright mate?”

  The redhead recovers quickly enough as he puts a distance between himself and Hermione. “Yeah fine. Was just thinking of the twins.”

  “Right. Well, will you two keep up? I’d rather get this over and done with.”

  Of course. They have a very serious mission on their hands, the lives of everyone in the Wizarding World depends on the success of it.

  “Yeah, sorry mate.”

  Ron glances one last time at Hermione before picking up his pace, making sure she’s by his side. As they fall into stride with Harry, Ron murmurs, “Definitely a dragon.”

  She smirks back, her eyes lit up with mischief, silently agreeing with him.

  ⁂

  Hermione’s face is pale, making the dark purple rings under her eyes stand out even more. Fleur not long ago left them alone, and Hermione’s been asleep since she finished the vial of Calming Draught.

  Ron can’t believe he allowed Bellatrix to get hold of Hermione and torture her almost to death. He vowed to protect her, and Harry, and look at what happened. How could he be such a failure?

  Letting out a shaky sigh, he rests his head down on top of their joined hands, ignoring the lone tear that escapes his eye. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, before pressing the softest of kisses against her skin.

  She stirs, and panic fills his heart. Like he’s not incompetent enough, now he can’t even let her rest.

  “Go back to sleep, Hermione.”

  “I can’t,” she snaps back, and he’s relieved to learn there’s a small amount of fight left in her battered body. “If I sleep, I’ll have nightmares.”

  “But you need your rest.”

  “I need you.”

  He glances down at their joined hands, the effort of her grip cutting half-moons of pain in his palm. But he deserves it.

  “Please Ron.”

  Hermione shuffles over so her back is pressed against the peeling white wall. Her offer is clear. Join me.

  Ron’s torn. She needs her rest, to have space to recover and she doesn’t need him squashing her. He doesn’t deserve to share her bed with her, not now, not ever. But the sound of her cries still reverberates around his head, as loud as they were in Malfoy Manor, and he needs to hear her breathe to reassure him that she’s still alive. Plus, selfishly, Ron needs the comfort of her warm body next to his. He hurts too.

  So he follows his basic instincts and slides into the bed next to her. He’s too big, really, and he takes up too much space, but the tiny twin mattress means they’re pressed together from toe to shoulder, their noses grazing.

  “Talk to me.”

  Ron can’t, not yet. So instead he digs back to their happier memories, if anything that’s happened over the past seven or so months can be classed as happy. 

  “If you could be anywhere right now, where would it be?”

  Hermione’s laugh is weak, lukewarm against his cheek. But it’s there. She closes her eyes and tucks her head under his chin before letting out a shaky sigh. “Anywhere with you, I think.”

  “You only think?” He can’t stop the joke from slipping from his lips, but it brings the hints of a smile to Hermione. 

  “I know.”

  “I’d like to go to the Maldives, I think. Get you in a bikini.”

  This is brave new territory. Sure, there have been hints at something more, but neither of them have ever had the courage to voice it out loud. But despite the pounding of his heart against his rib cage, this moment feels right.

  As long as she doesn’t think you’re taking advantage.

  “Like a honeymoon?” she murmurs, her voice now thick with sleep.

  “Exactly like a honeymoon.”

  Ron tightens his arms around her and shifts more onto his back, smiling as she moves with him, cuddling up to his chest. This is perfect. Despite her injuries, the noise of his brother and sister-in-law murmuring to Harry downstairs, of Luna, Dean and Griphook trying to keep away from drama. Despite everything that’s happened since they left Hogwarts last summer, this is Ron and Hermione’s new beginning.

  “Ron?”

  “Mmmm?” Perhaps he was sleepier than he first thought.

  “I think I’m ready to go to sleep now.”

  “Good.” Ron kisses the top of her head. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise. And when you’re awake, we’ll run away to the Maldives.”

  Run. Run from it all. We can go where our eyes can take us. Go where no one else is, run. We’ll run.

#submission

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The Pirate King | Part 3

If you don ́t like this kind of fanfiction, you are under 18 or a minor pls don ́t read it and block me but don ́t repot this/ don ́t copy my work!!!

Pairing: fem!reader x Seonghwa, sub!reader x dom!Seonghwa, ot8!pirates

Genre: smut, angst, pirate au, pirate!Seonghwa

Warnings: angst, blood, smut!, sir/daddy kink, unprotected sex, face fucking, petnames (princess, babygirl, whore), praising, degradation, dirty talk, size play, hair pulling, biting, marking, oral sex [ f receiving]

Words: 1,2k

Summary: You are the wife from a pirate captian..a really handsome captian named Park Seonghwa. You both and your crew based on 7 other pirates were on your journey through the 7 oceans and experienced many adventures.One day you fought against other pirates but suddenly you got kidnapped on another ship. Since that day Seonghwa and his crew are searching you.

Throwback: He placed a kiss on your forehead, "we should sleep now, it ́s late and tomorrow we will go back to our crew. You nooded, taking his hand into yours. After a few minutes the both of you fell asleep. Meanwhile on your ship. After you and Seonghwa escaped the rivals attacked your crew. It was a hard and intense fight, a few pirates died but your crew managed to win. The ship was covered with blood, dead bodys and water. No one was injured luckly. Now they were sealing around the island waiting for you two. Mingi was on the wheel controlling the ship, Hongjoong and Yeosang were looking for rivals, Jongho and San were cooking togehter in the kitchen and Wooyoung was cleaning the deck. All of them were worried about you two, if you are still alive. The night was really short for all of you

It was the next morning, the crew were already on their way to the island. The sun shone through the window, the ligth was warm on your skin as you woke up seeing your Husband laying under you sleeping peacefully. His skin glow and it looked so soft, like the skin from a doll. You looked at him a while, admiring his beauty, his soft lips, his fluffy, silver hair and his pretty nose. Some thoughs came into your head after seeing his nose. You remembered on the last sexy time you had with him, riding his pretty face and coming undon on it. You felt your clit pulsating between your legs. Seonghwa woke up, his eyes fell on you and a smile approached on his face. "Good morning princess, did you sleep well?" You nooded " Yes, what about my handsome Captian?" He smiled even more after hearing this name and gave you a kiss. "Yeah me too. Lets get ready i guess the boys are already waiting for us." And with this you two got up and dressed yourself. You opened the window, did the bedsheats and left the room. The old lady sat on her chair reading a book as you two came down the stairs, "thank you for letting us sleep here, have a good day." Seonghwa said and you left the house.

You looked around, the city was full with pirates and bandits. Seonghwa took your hand and walked through the side streets. Its was really loud here, some pirates were fighting, others sat in bars drinking. You reached near the harbor, seeing a familiar ship waiting for you two. Seonghwa raised his arm and waved. Hongjoong waved back and you smiled. "We are finally back, all together on the ship. I missed it so much" you said to Seonghwa. He nooded, laughing as he saw his crew. "Welcome back Captain and Y/n!!!" They all shouted as we entered the ship. Mingi run to you hugging you and the boys. "Thank god you are alive y/n, we worried about you two so much." yeosang said and the others nooded. "We are really glad to back here, we missed you guys too." Seonghwa respond. "We sail to the east" he commanded. The boys did what he said and you walked in the Captains cabin. The air was really warm, nothing had changed. You heard the door and your husband was standing in the door frame, watching you. "What are you doing down here? The weather is beautiful outside." "Ah i know but...I want some time alone with my Captain."

A smirk started to build on his face, he suddenly locked the door and you looked at him. "Oh so you want Daddy to make you feel good huh? What if the others will hear us? You screaming my name in the air while I ram my dick into your little throbbing pussy?" You blushed after hearing this last words, Seonghwa stepping forward near to you. He saw your flushed red face and laughed a bit. "Awww did Daddy made you shy hm? Don ́t worry babygirl, I will be gentle." With this his body was against yours. His hands on your waist holding you close to him, his lips brushing yours and his hot breath gave you goose bumps. He picked you up and placed you body on his desk. You pulled him in for an intense kiss, his tongue into your mouth, you whimpering as your legs get wobbly and your tummy felt like thousand butterflies. He stood between your legs that were wrapped around his waist. His hands were all over your body, massaging your breasts and undressing you. He pulled away from your lips and attacked your neck, marking and biting you. He was nibbling on your soft skin leaving purple bruises, licking over it and admiring his creation. Quiet moans left your mouth while he made your body weak.

He pulled away and took off his shirt, revealing his delicious abs. He got down on his knees, his hands wandering up to your thighs,squeezing them to tease you. His hands were now on your pants, undoing them and pushing them down with your panties. You were now sitting all naked infront of him, blushing while he scanned every part of your body. "Hmm babygirl you look gorgeous." he spoke. His hands spread your legs revealing your dripping core, his head were between your legs and you felt the cool air on your sex. He closed the gap between you two and his pretty lips started to suck on your clit. Moans left your lips and your hands griped his hair. His tongue slided between your folds, your hips began to rock up and down. He started to push his tongue into you and hummed because of the taste. "Ahh fuck- D-daddy.. " His nose were perfectly rubbing against your clit, hands on your hips helping you to find the rythm. Your hearting was beating so fast, Moans and whimpers filled the room and sweat started to build on your skin. Your first

high builded in your tummy and you felt that it got stronger with every move of Seonghwas tongue inside you. "D--Daddy i ́m c-cuming..." you tried to spoke but suddenly Seonghwa pulled away and you felt so empty. "Did i allow you to cum you little whore? No, Daddy said not you have the permission." You pouted and whined in response.

He picked you up and walked over to your shared bed, laying you down on it. You watch him stripping of his pants and boxers, his hard cock standing straight up. Your clit were pulsating at the sign of his big veiny member. The only though you had were his dick deep insind you making you a moaning mess. He smiked as he saw you staring at him with hungry eyes. "You little whore, do you like what you see hm? Did you miss my cock?" He teased you and crawled on the bed, laying himself over you and placing his member on your wet cunt. "Daddy please...fuck me already!" He smiled and without any warning he pushed his cock insind you, streching your thight pussy. "Fuck you feel so good princess" His head feel back as his hips began to snap into you in an animalistic pace. You started to moan, your hands on his back scratching it. His hands holds your little body. The air was steamy, the sound of skin slapping were heard in the room. Seonghwa groaned in pleasure, his dick brushing over your sweet spot again and again making you see stars. He slowed down a bit and commanded you to change the position. "Get on your knees and your ass up." You obeyed him and he was now fucking you from behind. "Ahh..Daddy faster.." you moaned. One hand was on your ass and the other hold your hair pulling your head back. "Thats right babygirl, be my little toy." He whispered into your ear. You felt a familiar feeling in your stumach. It was your high.

Seonghwas hips snapped into yours, ignoring the sounds you two makes that were be heard on the deck the ship. His high came near and you felt his dick twitching inside you. His thrusts got sloppier by each minute. "God be a good girl and come for Daddy!!" he growled and increased his pace again. Pleasure shoot through your veins and your vision got blurry as suddenly your high washed over you. "Fuuck Daddyyy..." He shot his cum inside you, covering your walls white. You screamed his name while he moaned several times.. His cum were already leaking out, dripping down on the bedsheats. He pulled out his member and watched his cum flow out of your hole. "Hm babygirl, we won ́t be wasteful right?" Suddenly he pushed his dick back in you, fucking his cum into your hole again. "I really wanna know how deep my cock is inside your little body" With this he changed the angel and a bulge started to build on you tummy. His thrusts were slow and you whimpered. "S-Sir please.." His hand made his way to your stumach, pushing an the bulge he made, feeling his cock deep inside you. "I will fuck my cum into you till a belly starts to build. You will be a good mommy." He kissed you on your forehead.

A/n: Heyy, I’m so sorry for not posting in a while. School started and it was so stressful i didn’t have any free time to write. I studied so much but now I finally got some free time. I know it’s not that much but I was very tired while writing it. I didn’t want to make you wait longer cuz I felt bad and I always stressed myself for writing again. I will try to write some little things the few days and when I have more time I will write a new fanfic.

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