#yeah probably won’t be leaving our house any time soon

[rosiehunterwolf]

WOOOO WE JUST GOT THE NEXT 2 DAYS OF SCHOOL OFF BECAUSE OF A MASSIVE SNOWSTORM LETS GOOOOOOO

#lets gooooo #now maybe I can finish the butload of homework I have cause it’s ROUGH rn #rosie rants #school #I hope everyone around here stays safe tho because we might be getting like 2 feet of snow #yeah probably won’t be leaving our house any time soon

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Hey love I absolutely love your fics 🥰 I was wondering if you could write a dark toxic romance for Lando or Charles or even Logan where she’s the girl next door??? I love you keep it up ❤️

Crazy For You || LN4

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, implied smut, gaslighting, dub/con, dark themes WC: 4k Part one || part two || part three || part four

It had been two months since you moved into your apartment in Monaco and you still hadn’t managed to introduce yourself to your neighbour. He kept strange hours and seemed to be away more than he was there. From what you had glimpsed, you had been delighted to see he was probably around your age and quite handsome in an innocent way. Mr Riley on the other hand was a stoic old man who only spoke to you when your cat climbed over the balcony and into his space.

Known for its year-round beauty and calm climate, Monaco had welcomed you with a comfortable breeze and enough sun to warrant leaving the house without a jacket, even at dusk on a winter's night. If you had checked the weather reports you would have seen that a storm was quickly blowing in from the coast - arriving by the time you had finished having a few cocktails with your new friends. 

Christmas lights twinkled around the shop fronts as you exited the bar and nutcrackers stood proud in doorways. You always loved Christmas and seeing the smiles it put on children’s faces but there were no children out this late. 

“Are you sure you don’t want a ride?” Luke asked as he twirled his keys around his finger. “It’s about to start raining.”

“She’s good,” someone answered for you and you looked over to see your elusive neighbour at your side, his hand coming to rest in the small of your back. “I can take her home.”

“You didn’t tell us Lando was picking you up.”

Your mouth was dry and you didn’t know what to say as the liquor, or his presence, left you confused. Lando, you stored that piece of information away and tried to figure out why it sounded so familiar. 

“I was just out doing some Christmas shopping and about to head home,” he said with a smile. “Ready?”

“Uh, yeah,” you mumbled as you let him guide you away from your friends.

“Are you sure?” Luke asked with a frown. “You don’t look comfortable. Do you even know him?”

“Kind of, I’m just surprised,” you assured him. “Lando is my neighbour.”

“Okay, well, text me when you get home.”

You gave Luke a nod and waved to the others before going your separate ways.

“Are you cold?” Lando asked, already slipping his arms out of the jacket he wore over a dark hoodie. 

The alcohol had made you numb to the temperature but you let him drape it over your shoulders anyway, wrapping you in the decadent scent that came along with it. 

“Thanks.”

“Any time, it’s what neighbours do.”

“I don’t think Mr Riley would,” you teased.

“The grumpy old guy in 4C? We just call him Carl, like the movie Up.”

You smiled awkwardly and toyed with the zip on the jacked. “I’ve never seen it.”

“What?” He pulled you to a stop and grabbed your shoulders with a serious look on his face. “This just won’t do. I cannot be seen with someone who hasn’t watched Up!”

“Oh,” you mumbled as you started to take off his jacket and hand it back. 

“What are you doing, you muppet?” He grabbed the jacket and put it back on your shoulders before opening the door to a very expensive looking car. 

“I thought you meant…”

“It’s fine, I have tinted windows,” he teased. “As soon as we get home though, we’re watching the movie.”

Lando followed you inside without an invitation but you could hardly turn him away with his boyish smile and mop of curly hair that sprung out of his hoodie when he pushed it back. “This makes sense,” he chuckled as he stuck his head in the bedroom, pointing to the wall that your bed was pushed against. “Our apartments are mirrored. I thought I woke up to a voice a few times. Do you watch Friends?”

Your head tilted at the odd question. “Why do you ask?”

“You sing ‘smelly cat’ a lot.”

Mortification hit you and you felt your face burn as you turned to the culprit walking through your house with a loud purr. “That’s Eddie. Do you have any pets?”

“No, I’m always travelling for work and I’m not very good at looking after myself let alone another living thing. Do you actually know how to use those things?”

You looked at the kitchen where he was pointing to the appliances. You had planned to make some Christmas cookies over the weekend and had the stand mixer ready on the benchtop. You thought he was joking but he was genuinely intrigued by the inquisitive look of wonder on his face. “Cooking relaxes me,” you said with a shrug. “You probably have plans already but if you want to come over and-”

“Absolutely, say no more, I’m in.” He crossed the living room and dropped into the middle cushion of the three seater sofa and patted the space beside him with one hand, the other reaching for the remote. “You do have Disney+, right?”

 “You really do like to make yourself comfortable, don’t you,” you joked as you took a seat beside him. 

“I’ve been told I can be a bit much,” he said with a small frown, placing the remote down. “Should I go?”

“No, no, I appreciate the company,” you said as you caught his arm to stop him from going. “Being alone in a new country is a little isolating, it’s nice having someone here.”

He settled back into the seat and sent you a grin as he searched for the movie. “Anytime you need someone to talk to, you can just knock three times.”

The weeks before Christmas were a madhouse. Work kept you busy as well as the many requests to go home for the holidays, but it just wasn’t going to be feasible to take leave so soon after starting. You knew your parents were going to be disappointed but you promised them you weren’t going to be alone for Christmas.

You had eventually found out why Lando’s name was so familiar when Luke explained who he was and why he was away so often. But since the race season was over he had plenty of time to spend at home, yours and his.

Just like every other evening, you knocked three times on the living room wall knowing Lando would be able to hear it despite the special Christmas Eve stream he was on. It was the last one of the year and he wished everyone a Merry Christmas before the live feed of him playing Counter Strike came to an end. 

“Ouch, Eddie, fuck,” Lando swore a few minutes later as he knocked at your door. “Stop it.”

You opened the door to the frequent occurrence and took the hissing Eddie from his outstretched arms before he could get clawed again. Your ginger cat seemed to hate Lando for some reason, or maybe it was because he was always bringing the escapee back home to you.

“I think you should just move in with me,” Lando joked as he followed the mouthwatering scent into your kitchen. He came to your house for dinner most nights after finding Eddie on his balcony and usually stayed for a movie. That routine had changed slightly when the movie he chose one night was Friends With Benefits. There had been a moment after a sex scene when you both looked across at each other and the idea had passed between your eyes. 

He cleared his throat and you realised you had been staring at him for too long. “Eddie likes my place better.”

It clicked, he wasn’t actually asking you to move in with him. But for a moment you had considered it.

“Right, Eddie,” you laughed at your idiocracy. “I really don’t know how he keeps getting out. I must be going crazy because I’m sure I locked the window this morning.”

You both looked at the window that opened onto the balcony, the skies dark with another storm. “Maybe your cat is a genius and learned how to open it?”

You rolled your eyes but managed a laugh at his attempt to make you feel better while you readied two plates and took them to the table where he sat. “Maybe I should change his name to Houdini.”

“Better than Ed the Ginger.” Lando grinned as he pulled you onto his lap and scooped up a dollop of creamy mash potato with his forefinger, holding it up to your mouth. You sealed your lips around his finger and swirled your tongue around the tip, watching the blue of his eyes be swallowed by his pupils. “Naughty girl, you’ll be getting coal this year.”

Your head fell back with a laugh.“Who are you? Santa Claus?”

“Well, you are sitting on my lap, aren’t you?” He winked and his tongue rolled across his bottom lip. “Wanna see my North Pole?”

“Oh my god, eat your dinner,” you giggled. “We still have to watch A Christmas Carol and Nightmare Before Christmas!”

You had both written a list of all the Christmas movies you wanted to watch and they were the last two left. It was just in time as midnight was going to come all too soon and you wanted to be tucked up warm in bed when the storm hit.

A loud crash had you jolting awake and you blindly reached across the bed in search of Lando to find it empty. Panic gripped you as you wondered if you were being broken into and a scream almost erupted when your light flipped on and Lando rushed in soaking wet. 

“Holy shit, you’ll never believe what just happened!”

You stumbled into the living room where Lando threw an arm out to save you from stepping on the glass that covered the floor. The doors that opened out onto your balcony had been completely shattered during the storm and you shivered as the cold wind and rain blew straight into your home. A huge puddle was quickly spreading across the carpet and it was making its way to the Christmas tree in the far corner while you were still in shock. 

“The presents!” 

Lando twisted away from the pot plant that had been on your balcony wall, now it lay on the floor with the dirt turning to mud. Seeing the urge you had to cut across the glass, he shook his head and pointed to the kitchen where you would remain safe. “I’ll get them.”

Lando carefully navigated his way to the tree, turning off the power to the glittering lights, and bundled the gifts up before hopping his way back with a wince. The wrapping paper on some of the presents were splattered with rain drops but most seemed in perfect condition when he placed them on the kitchen bench.

“You’re bleeding,” you gasped as he balanced on one foot and you wrapped an arm around his waist to help him. “There’s a first aid kit in my bathroom. Can you make it there?”

He nodded and limped with your help away from the mess. “I think you should come and stay at my place until the doors can be fixed.”

“Are you sure?” you asked as you carefully used a pair of tweezers to pull out the small sliver of glass in his foot. “I can just get a hotel.”

“Ouch,” he groaned as it came free and blood welled at the site. “Not on Christmas Day, everywhere will be fully booked. I really don’t mind. It would save you from having to pack a bag.”

“If you’re sure…”

He smiled at the silly Spider-Man bandaid you placed over the wound before running the back of his knuckles across your cheekbone. “I am.”

You shivered at his cold touch and remembered how wet he was when you woke up. “What were you doing up anyway?”

He bit his lip and looked away sheepishly. “I was putting a present under the tree when a flower pot blew through the door.”

“Oh, wow, that wind must be insane. I hope all the boats are safe out there,” you mused, knowing some people lived on the mariner. “Wait, you got me another present? Lando, there’s already too many.”

“I wanted to spoil you,” he said with an unapologetic shrug. “You have single handedly kept me fed for weeks. You may have put a few restaurants out of business too.”

“You weren’t that bad were you?”

“You have no idea,” he chuckled. After testing his foot he took your hand and led you back to the presents to find a thin box that hadn’t been under the tree when you went to bed. “It’s after midnight, you know, you could open it.”

You took the box, surprised by the weight it had, and untied the pretty bow on top. The delicate silver writing drew a gasp and you looked at Lando with wide eyes. “Tiffany? I can’t open this, it’s too much.”

“Go on,” he urged as he placed your hand on top of the lid and gave it a squeeze. “Please, for me.”

Your fingers slipped twice as you tried to open the hinge and Lando’s hand enveloped yours, lifting it open to reveal the beautiful necklace within. The teardrop gemstone was the same shade as his eyes and it hung from a white gold chain that was polished to shine impossibly bright, even in the dim light. 

“Lando, it’s beautiful,” you whispered in awe as he lifted it up and stepped behind you to drape it around your neck. The weight of the stone settled in the centre of your chest and you turned to face him with a sincere, “Thank you.”

“So..?” He bit his lip as he showed you the empty box, a question written in the silk lining. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

It wasn’t until the week after New Years that a glazier would be able to fix your doors. The holidays had left a backlog of people needing repairs but supply chains had been delayed too. Once the doors were finally fixed you realised the carpet was beyond repair and that took another week to have done.

It was strange to go back home after nearly three weeks of living in Lando’s apartment. It was too quiet.

“Babe, have you seen my hairbrush?” You had looked through the bathroom drawers he had cleared out for you to use but there was nothing left. You went back to your apartment and did another search but it wasn’t there either. It wasn’t the first thing you had lost going back and forth and you were beginning to worry.

“I’m sure it will turn up somewhere, love,” Lando said as he paused his game and turned to his friend in the simulator behind him. “Max probably used it.”

“Did not,” his friend replied with an indignant splutter. “Didn’t I see you singing into a hairbrush?”

“You’ve been experimenting with drugs again,” Lando snorted. With a resigned sigh, you decided your hair was decent enough to get away with at work and Lando tipped his head back so you could give him a kiss goodbye. “I’ll order dinner tonight. Chinese?”

“Sounds good,” you said as you gave Max a wave on the way to the door. “Try not to let him sit there all day, you know how his back gets.”

“Yes, yes, Lando has an old man’s back. I’ll make sure he moves his ass at some point,” Max joked. “Have fun at work.”

You screwed up your face at the sarcasm and their laughs followed you out of the apartment. You weren’t sure they had actually moved all day as they were still in the same spots when you got home. You had crossed paths with the delivery man in the lobby and your arms were laden with the takeaway Lando had ordered.

“How many spring rolls did you order?” you murmured as you kept unpacking more and more of the small styrofoam boxes with the treat.

“He’s going for a record,” Max said with a roll of his eyes. Ten minutes later Lando groaned, holding his stomach tightly. “I told you to stop.”

You had quickly showered and changed into some comfortable clothes and found most of the boxes empty when you joined them at the table. “How many has he had?”

“18, and he’s got no chance,” Max bet, reaching over to steal a spring roll for himself and swiping it through the sweet chilli sauce. “You’ll thank me later. Ah, fuck.” Max looked down at the red blotch on his white Quadrant shirt before sauntering off down the hall. “Mate, do you have any more stain remover? This one’s empty.”

“Yeah, under the sink there should be another bottle,” Lando yelled back, dropping his fork onto his plate in defeat. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

“Why the hell do you have cat food?” Max appeared in the living room with the same brand of pet food you bought for your cat. 

“That’s not mine, obviously.”

You looked at Lando, who was rubbing his full stomach and as reclined back as much as the chair would allow. “It’s not mine.”

“You brought it over during the storm, remember?”

“No I didn’t.” You hadn’t wanted to disrupt Eddie’s routine and fed him at home each morning before work.

“Yes, you did.” He laughed as he tapped your temple gently. “You have a terrible memory, love. You can’t even remember where you left your hairbrush.”

You didn’t have an argument for that, since you still hadn’t found it. You were sure you hadn’t brought any cat food over, but maybe he was right. You did seem to be a little confused lately.

“I think I need an early night,” you admitted as you cleaned up the dishes. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You’re not staying?” Lando asked with a pout as he joined you at the sink, wrapping his arms around your waist and peppered your neck with soft kisses. “Who am I going to cuddle with?”

“I’m sure Max wouldn’t mind a snuggle,” you teased him as you turned in his arms. “I have an early start tomorrow but I can stay tomorrow night.”

He groaned at the thought of sleeping alone and held you tighter so he could have you in his arms a little longer. “Fine,” he huffed, relinquishing his hold on you and filling the kettle. “I’ll make you a chamomile tea so you sleep better.”

You smiled at his sweetness and savoured a few more minutes of kisses before the water boiled and he scooped out a few spoons of some boutique tea leaf mix he swore was the best sleep tea money could buy. Given how rich he was, you believed him.

Placing the hot mug in your hand, he bit his swollen lip and nodded to the front door. “Go before I tie you to my bed and never let you leave.”

“You wouldn’t,” you laughed, rolling your eyes as he winked. “Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight, love, sweet dreams.”

Something disturbed your sleep and you rubbed your eyes as you woke up well before your alarm. You reached for the lamp beside your bed and accidently knocked into the cup of tea you hadn’t finished before falling asleep, the cold liquid sloshing over the side before you caught it and froze. 

Your bedroom door creaked open but it was too dark to see who it was. Your heart hammered in your chest as you tried to think of what to do before the shadow reached the edge of your bed. Your throat was so clogged with fear you couldn’t even scream, your hands trembled and closed them into fists before banging on the wall behind you, begging Lando would wake up at the sound.

Bang, bang, bang.

The figure lunged onto the bed, pinning you down with their weight and slamming your fists into the mattress. “Shh, love, it’s me.”

You relaxed as Lando’s voice soothed you, but the fear soon crept back up your spine with an icy shiver. “How did you get in here?”

“You forgot to lock your door,” he whispered as your wrists began to ache from the hold he had. “I was coming to check in on you.”

“No, I didn’t,” you said as you tried to shake him off. “I know I locked it. I know…I…I’m not crazy. Get off me, get off me right now.”

“You were meant to be asleep, love,” he groaned as his hands tightened to the point a pained cry escaped your gritted teeth. 

“Why are you doing this?” you whimpered as he kissed your neck, but you couldn’t feel anything but repulsion. 

“You should have just moved in with me, we are meant to be together.”

“You’re crazy,” you spat as you tried to buck your hips and throw him off but he was too strong. “Help! Somebody, help!”

His hand clamped over your mouth and you bit him as hard as you could before kicking and climbing away. 

“I’m not the crazy one, that’s you, love,” he laughed. “You’re my girlfriend, you’re sick, but I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

“You are fucking insane!”

“No, no, sweetheart, I’m trying to help you, remember?” 

You froze in the doorway as you saw a cutout of your key on the kitchen bench, along with your hairbrush, phone, a negligee and dressing gown. All things you had been convinced you had lost in the last few weeks.

“Why are you doing this?” you repeated as you backed away from your boyfriend. He was someone you had trusted, someone you thought had fit perfectly into your new life - but he had been messing with you this whole time. Max and the cat food came to mind. “Eddie…he used to go to Mr Riley’s house.”

“Couldn’t have that,” Lando tutted with a shake of his head as he took a step closer, “not when he was going to help me get close to you.”

“Don’t! Don’t come any closer to me!”

“Baby, don’t be like that, let’s just go back to bed. You’re under a lot of stress, let me make you a chamomile tea.”

You swiped your phone up as you bolted but he was quicker and blocked the front door, holding his hand out. “Give that to me, you don’t want to do that.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I do,” you hissed as you started to dial the emergency number.

“It’s you they will take away,” he said with a blase shrug that made you pause. “Everyone knows how unstable you have become.”

“Me?” you shrieked.

“You’re barely holding it together now. They aren’t going to believe anything you say.” He opened his arms as if to say, I’m famous and you are no one. Unfortunately, he was right. “Come on, love, let’s go back to bed.”

He took the phone from your limp hand and locked it before slipping it into his pocket. You were so confused that you had no idea what to do when he guided you back to the bed, turning the sheets down before tucking you in gently. “I love you,” he whispered as he kissed your forehead and handed you the cold mug. “Drink up, baby, this is all just a bad dream.”

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#dark!lando #lando norris fanfic #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #formula one imagine #formula 1 fanfic #formula one fanfiction #f1 rpf

[t1oui]

“i’m going to marry you someday,” james says, running his fingers through regulus’s curls. regulus smiles, his ear pressed to james’s heart.

“yeah?” he asks. “when?”

“as soon as you graduate.” james’s heartbeat stays steady, like this is a regular conversation on a regular night.

“yeah?” regulus asks, glancing up, meeting james’s eyes. his eyes are gray like a storm, and they’re so, so beautiful. “how?”

james smiles. “in the fields behind my parents’ house,” he says. “in summer. we’ll have everybody there — sirius and moony and peter and the girls, and all your friends, too. it’ll be perfect.”

regulus settles his head on james’s chest again. “you have this all planned out, don’t you?” he asks. james stares up at the sky, searching and finally locating regulus’s star. his star.

“of course i do,” he says. i love you, he almost says, but he leaves that for another night.

~

“i’m going to marry you someday,” james says, pulling regulus closer. his laugh lights up james’s world.

“tell me about it,” regulus says, intertwining their fingers.

“we’ll dance like this,” james says, placing his hand on regulus’s waist. “all night. with everybody, all our friends. and we won’t get tired.”

regulus laughs again. his eyes are closed, and he’s pressed his cheek to james’s chest. “how will we manage that?” he asks.

james thinks for a moment, still swaying them back and forth across the floor of the astronomy tower. he’s never been good at multitasking.

“potions,” james decides. “and firewhiskey, probably.”

“mm,” regulus hums. “i won’t drink any.”

“no?”

“no.” he pulls back, opening his eyes, and smiles up at james, gray eyes twinkling. “i want to remember every second of it.”

~

“i’m going to marry you someday,” james whispers, trying to ignore the way his voice cracks. “and then i’ll get you out of here.”

regulus gives him a weak smile and scoots closer, turning around and pressing his back to james’s chest.

“tell me where we’ll go,” he says quietly. “when we run away.”

james swallows thickly, glances down at the mark on regulus’s forearm.

“away,” he says. “where they can’t hurt us.”

where i’m free, he doesn’t say, from you.

~

“i wish i was a coward,” james says, his eyes fixed on the sky. on that star — not his, after all. he looks away, but it doesn’t matter. tears cloud his vision. “i wish i didn’t have to run away from you.”

there’s no response. he’s not surprised. there’s nothing for the headstone to say anyway. james bites back a sob, wiping the tears away just in time for more to appear.

“i wish i didn’t have to run away,” he says, setting the ring down in the grass, “but i’m not sorry i left.”

#idk what this is #sorry? #i just felt like doing something angsty #i want it to seem like regulus might’ve never loved james idk if that comes across #hp fandom #harry potter fandom #hp #marauders era #jegulus #james potter x regulus black #james potter #regulus black #sunseeker #starchaser

[snaillock]

Hi there! Could you write barou, Kaiser and kunigami with a male reader where the bllk boy wants to introduce reader to their parents but reader is really nervous because they rarely encounter non homophobic parents?

I hope it's okay and didn't miss any rules. You can pick whatever format you want and if you don't wanna do all characters, you can just pick one of them as well. Hope you have a great day <3

meeting their families

ft. barou, kaiser, kunigami

tags: lowkey anxious male reader, pre-wc kunigami, me guessing what kaiser’s parents are like so that part could be easily outdated once his backstory is out

barou shoei

when you stood next to him in front of his house, all your nerves suddenly rushed back to you.

“uh barou, are you sure this will go well?”

“yeah of course. i don’t get why you’re freaking out so much”

“well what if your family doesn’t like that you’re dating a guy. oh god what if they judge me and then kick me out? oh no… what if they kick you ou-”

“oh chill out already. my family will be fine with you. trust me,” he reassured you as he walked you to the porch before you could spiral all over again. just like you did on the drive over, “though my sisters can be bit… overbearing. just don’t worry about them too much.”

you couldn’t help but grin as felt some of your confidence come back, “oh wow! the barou shoei calling someone else overbearing? oh my, this is serious! i must brace myself.”

all he did was glare at you before knocking on the front door. once the door opened, you were immediately greeted by loud and cheery hugs from two girls probably a couple years younger than barou gushing about the cute guy he brought home. they soon bombarded you with questions about your relationship that you could barely comprehend from how overwhelming their excitement got. you didn’t even have a chance to take your shoes off. eventually barou had to pull them off of you.

oh that type of overbearing. got it! seems like meeting the family won’t be too bad after all.

michael kaiser

you and kaiser sat at the table for four at some fancy restaurant you haven’t even heard of. the two seats at the other side of the table were empty. you could feel the anticipation and tension in the air as kaiser wasn’t wearing his usual self-assured expression.

“kaiser, are you sure i should be here?” you felt yourself getting more and more nervous the longer you waited. “i mean you haven’t seen your parents since you were a baby and i don’t think me being here will help.”

kaiser looked at you with an uncharacteristic expression of worry on his face. “what do you mean? i really need you here right now.” he placed his hand on top of yours and squeezed it. then some frustration he kept inside of him resurfaced on his face. “those two bastards basically abandoned their own son and now all of a sudden they want to ‘reconnect’ with me, when i’m way more successful than they could ever be?” he scoffed, “yeah right.”

he sighed as he glared at the two empty seats in front of him. “i don’t think i can do this on my own.”

“yeah don’t worry. i’ll stay right here.” you squeezed his hand in return, “i just hope they won’t say anything weird about our relationship. after all, i only know bad things about them so who knows what they’ll say about you, their son, being with another man.”

he sneered, “is that what you’ve been worried about this whole time? who cares what they think about you, my darling? if i’m right and they’re only here to leech off my success, then we’ll just leave and i’ll never have to speak to them again.”

you sighed and smiled at him, “yeah you’re right. well ideally i hope you’re not because i do wish for you to have a nice relationship with your family. but either way, i guess it’ll turn out ok.”

a moment after you said that, an older couple that shared kaiser’s features sat down in front of you two.

kunigami rensuke

kunigami hung up the phone after a one hour conversation. "my parents just called and they said they wanna meet you soon."

"wait what?!” you started getting worried. “they do? are you sure we should do this?”

"yeah why not?” he sat down on the couch right next to you, “they'll love you."

“your parents know you’re dating a guy, right?”

“they don’t yet. they kinda assumed i’m in a relationship and said they wanted to meet my partner but don’t worry it’ll be chill.”

your face dropped and you immediately panicked. “what? you haven’t told them?!”

“no but they’ll be more than ok with it.” he shrugged like it was the most casual thing he could say, “i’ve brought guys home before.”

“you have!?”

“yeah?" he looked at you like he had absolutely no clue as to why you're so surprised. "my parents know i date men.”

“they do!?”

“ah shit. i must’ve forgotten to tell you. i’m already out to my family. have been for a while actually.”

“ah i see.” you sighed and leaned back down onto the cushions, calming down from the anxiety and confusion, “that makes a lot more sense now.” however that was soon replaced with annoyance.

“oh you asshole!” you threw one of the couch pillows at his head. “you had me freaking over nothing.”

he laughed as he grabbed the pillow from his face, “i’m sorry babe! it just slipped my mind.”

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[vanfleeter]

Dirty Little Secret (10) // JTK

Characters: Jake x Fem!Reader Warnings: Fluff, angst, mentions of pregnancy and miscarriage, sex, p in v sex, teasing, I'm sure there's more that I'm forgetting so let me know if I did.

Author's Note: Final chapter is here. Thank you for all the love for this series!

–2 Years Later–

Jake anxiously taps his foot as he waits for Danny to show up. Pulling out his phone, he checks the time. He’s twenty minutes late, how can he be late? But as he locks his phone and stuff it back into his pocket, he hears the bells jingle indicating someone’s arrival. Looking up he sees Danny shuffling inside the coffee shop as he smiles and nods his head at an elderly woman as she exits the building.

“I’m so sorry that I’m late.” Danny says as he slides into the booth. Jake slides over a coffee and Danny reaches for a couple sugar packs on the table. “I made sure to leave at a reasonable time before rush hour traffic hit–apparently I didn’t time it correctly.” He pours the two sugar packets into his coffee and stirs it with a spoon. “So.. What did you want to talk about?”

“Umm..” Jake digs into his other pocket and pulls out a small black box before sliding it across the table to Danny. Danny picks up the box and flips open the lid.

“Oh wow..” He breathes. “Jake, if I knew how you felt all this time, I would’ve spoken up sooner.” He jokes.

“Ha ha, very funny..”

Danny closes the box and hands it back to Jake. “You for sure want to do this?” He asks.

Jake nods his head. “Yeah.. I don’t want to wait.” He says. “Last time I thought waiting was a good idea just because of the band and everything–but this time around? I don’t want to waste any more time.”

“Is this something that she wants too?” Danny questions as he lifts his coffee up to his lips to take a drink. “Something you two talked about?” He sets his coffee back down and leans back into the booth.

Jake nods his head again and stirs a spoon in his coffee. “Yeah, we’ve talked about it–and I may or may not have caught her looking at rings.”

Danny smiles and chuckles. “I might have seen her pin a couple on her pinterest.” He says. Jake raises his eyebrows. “What? Yes, I use that. I save recipes to try when I’m home.” He says before taking another drink of his coffee. Jake chuckles and picks up his coffee. “Do you have an idea of when you want to ask her?”

“In a couple days.” He says. “We leave for our tour in a week and I know if I don’t do it soon, I won’t have another chance for another six months to a year.”

Danny nods his head and straightens up. “Need help at all?” He says. “I’m sure I can talk to Jenny and ask her to keep (Y/N) busy while you do what you gotta do?”

“Do what I gotta do?” Jake questions.

“Well, I don’t know what you have planned.”

“I know she doesn’t like extravagance so obviously I’ll stray away from fireworks,” He chuckles. “I think I’ll cook a simple dinner at home.”

“Ahh, so no public displays of affection?” Daniel questions.

“And let myself be embarrassed in public if she says no?” Jake scoffs. “I’d rather be made a fool in my own home than let random people pity me.”

Daniel smiles and shakes his head. “She won’t say no..” He says. “Though I take it you won’t need my help?”

“No, I will.” Jake says as he straightens up in the booth. “I need you to keep her out of the house–keep her occupied–just long enough for me to get what I need for dinner and get it ready–”

“--And yourself.”

“Yes, myself included.”

Danny finishes off his coffee. “Well, I’ll do all that I can. Just let me know exactly when and I will keep her occupied until you’re ready.”

“Before you go,” Jake says as he leans forward onto the table. “There’s one more thing I want to ask of you.”

“Uh oh..” Daniel chuckles.

Jake smiles. “Nothing bad, I promise.” He says. “I want to ask for your blessing–as my brother and her best friend.”

“If I even said ‘no’, would you have listened?” Daniel inquires.

“Probably not.” Jake says, making Daniel laugh.

Daniel nods his head and reaches for his wallet. He pulls out a twenty dollar bill and sets it on the table. “Coffee’s on me,” He says as he stands up from the table. “And yes, you do have my blessing.” He says giving Jake a smile before walking away and leaving the coffee shop.

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Jake leans against the kitchen counter as he flips through a recipe book. He wanted something different. Something neither of you have had or tried before. Hearing the front door opening, he quickly closes the book and stuffs it back on the shelf in the cupboard. You step into the kitchen and dump your shopping bags on the counter.

“What did you do–wipe every store clean?” He jokes.

“Feels like it.” You say.

He chuckles and takes back his credit card that you hold out for him. “Did you max it out?”

“Luckily no.” You say making him smile.

“Well show me, love, what did you buy?” He says, putting his card back into his wallet.

“I think it might be best if I show you.”

“I mean..” He says as he turns back to face you. “How else will I know what you’ve gotten?” But the smirk that’s plastered to your face tells him exactly what you have planned. “Oh..”

You slowly nod your head and pick up the bags before disappearing from the kitchen. “Are you coming or not?” You call from the stairs.

Jake grabs his beer bottle and finishes off the rest before dropping it into the trash can. “Yes, I’m coming.” He says before leaving the kitchen and following you upstairs.

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“Last outfit!” You call from the closet.

Jake groans and lets his head fall back into the pillows. He doesn’t groan out of boredom but out of the sheer agony. You’re killing him with the things you’ve been showing him. He thought he was going to be seeing dresses you’ve bought or new shirts, maybe new jeans or shoes. Or possibly new hats to add to your growing collection. It only makes sense that if he has so many hats, then you can too. To which he adores.

“I beg, please no more.” He says as he crosses his legs and sits up back on the bed.

He hears your sweet giggle from inside the closet followed by your voice, “The last one, I promise. I thought maybe these would excite you.”

“That’s the problem.” He says.

You appear in the doorway of the closet and lean across it. “But I’m sure you’ll like this one,” You say, hugging your robe close to your body. “I think it might even become your favorite.”

“Nothing can replace your little red number.”

“Are you sure about that?” You say as you slowly untie your robe.

Sliding the robe down your shoulder, you see his eyes slowly grow in size as he begins to realize that what you’re wearing underneath your robe is simply… Nothing. His breath catches in his throat when the robe falls from your body and pools on the floor by your feet.

Obviously it isn’t the first time that he’s seen you naked. Just the element of surprise is what takes his breath away. “Now it’s only fair that I’m not the only one who is naked.” You say as you strode up to him.

“Oh?”

Standing up from the bed, he reaches for the hems of his shirt and pulls it over his head. He pulls you and kisses you hard. You work to untie his linen pants as his hands find refuge in cupping your breasts. You breathe a moan as he twists your nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. You shove down his pants along with his boxers. He springs forth between the two of you.

“I told you it would be your favorite.” You whisper against his lips.

“I’ve been like this since the moment you walked out in the skimpy, little sundress,” He says as he hoists you up on his waist and carries you to the bed. “Who are you trying to impress with that dress, hmm?” He asks, lying you on the bed. “There is no way I’m ever letting you out of the house wearing that.”

“Maybe I bought it just for you.” You say, dragging your hands down his back and clawing deeply. He ruts his hips into yours as he kisses you again. Your lips move in sync before he pushes his tongue into your mouth. You feel his hand travel down your middle and to your center. He groans against your lips when he feels just how wet you’ve become.

As much as he wants to fuck you right now, he can’t. Danny’s supposed to be picking you up soon to keep you occupied while he carries out his little plan. Hearing the doorbell ring, he silently sings out praises in his head before pulling free of you.

“Danny’s here..”

You whine and pull him back down on top of you. “Make him wait.”

The doorbell rings again, more intensely than before. Jake chuckles and pries himself out of your arms before sliding off the bed and retrieving his shirt. “I’ll go let him in. You get dressed–and not in that sundress.”

“Ready to go?” Danny says as you make your way down the stairs.

“Do I have to go put-putting with you?”

He chuckles. “Yes you do. We haven’t hung out lately and I miss you.”

“But put-put?”

“Oh hush, you always complain at first and then end up having so much fun.” Danny says as he grabs your wrist and drags you to the door. Your silent plea for Jake’s help only makes him chuckle as he waves goodbye to you.

Once he sees Danny’s car disappear from view of the house, Jake makes a beeline for the kitchen and grabs the cookbook again and skims the pages again until he finds a recipe that he knows that neither of you have tried before. Reading the ingredients he would need, he quickly runs to the pantry and gathers what you do have at the house and sets them on the counter.

“Chicken.. Chicken..” He mumbles as he digs through the big freezer in the garage. “Steak, no. I need chicken. Chicken breasts. Ha! Hmph..” His shoulders drop when he realizes he picked up a frozen pack of more steak. “How much fucking steak do we have?” Having no such luck finding what he needs, he closes the freezer and runs back inside to retrieve his keys and wallet.

Scanning the meat aisle, he clicks his tongue in a song-like pattern until he finds the chicken breast. Snatching up a couple packs, extra for whenever you two might want some later on. Making his way back through the store to check out, he pauses when he sees a little boy tugging at the pant leg of who Jake assumes is his father. He holds up a candy bar for the man to see and gives him the biggest pouting lip Jake has ever seen a kid before. There’s not a doubt in his mind he would give in to that face if that kid were his.

He continues to watch as the man chuckles and takes the candy bar from the little boy and drops it into their basket. Jake looks at the little boy who smiles so widely as he jumps up and down and profusely thanks the man.

It was at that moment that he felt his heart drop to his stomach. That could have been him. If everything worked out in their favor, he could have been in that position with a two year old pulling on his clothes and begging him for a toy or a piece of candy.

You were pregnant. It happened that night he said he wanted a baby with you. He was so overjoyed, the both of you were. But the twenty week mark came, he was out at the hardware store picking up more screws for the crib to finish assembling it, he thought getting the nursery ready early would put the two of you at ease, one less thing that you two needed to worry about.

But as he scanned the aisle shelves for the exact screw he needed, his phone rang out in his pocket. When he answered it, the damn screw didn’t matter anymore because he dropped everything that was in his arms and ran out of the hardware store.

That night, you lost the baby. You had refused to see the tiny little babe but Jake wanted to. Jake wanted to see the little bean you and he had created. He still remembers to this day when he gently ran the tip of his finger along the top of his son’s head.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he turns around the boy and his father and makes his way to the self checkout and pays for the chicken. Making it back home, he tosses the chicken on the counter before rushing upstairs to get changed.

Laughing at Danny’s horrible joke, you climb out of the car and he walks you up to the front door. “Thanks for hanging out with me today.”

“Of course, Danny. I had fun. It really has been a while since the two of us hung out, I’ve missed that.”

“Well, tell Jake how badly you beat me today,” He laughs. “And don’t forget, you’ll always be my best girl.”

“Daniel Robert, you have been oddly sentimental today. Are you alright?”

He quickly nods his head. “Just grateful is all.”

You give him one last hug before pushing open the front door. The instant smell of food cooking makes your stomach rumble. “Seems like Jake’s been cooking.” You say with a giggle. “Goodbye Danny, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Stepping into the house, you shut the front door behind you and slip off your shoes. “Jake?” You call. “Jake, baby, I’m home!” Not receiving an answer, you head for the kitchen only to find it empty. Though when you turn to leave, you spot Jake sitting at the dining room table patiently waiting for you.

A bouquet of roses sits in a vase on the table and a couple of candles are lit. The food is perfectly plated and resting in your spots at the table. Jake, though, catches your eye. He’s dressed in more of a business casual look. A nice pair of jeans, his black boots, a black button down shirt but instead of only the last two or three buttons done up, more than half of the buttons are done up. His hair is curled and hanging loosely over his shoulder and he touched up his mustache and goatee.

You slowly approach the dining room and he stands up. “And to what do I owe just a smashingly handsome boyfriend and a beautiful dinner?”

“I just want to spoil my girl.” He says, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in for a kiss.

“And you’ve got cologne on.” You say when the two of you pull apart. “Your fancy kind at that.”

He chuckles and walks you over to your chair. “I tried out a new recipe, one we haven’t had yet.” He says as he pushes in your chair and takes a seat back at his. “It’s chicken breasts marinated in a lime and cilantro rub on top of normal spaghetti. Seemed pretty easy to make.”

He watches you as you cut into your chicken and take a bite. “Oh god.. Jake..” You moan. He feels the blood rush to his dick. “This is so good.”

“Yeah?”

You eagerly nod your head. “I don’t know what you have planned up your sleeve nor do I care. You, Jake, have mastered yet another dish.”

He chuckles at your enthusiasm and takes a bite of his. Throughout dinner, you talk about your evening with Danny. You had asked him what he had done while you were gone, aside from cooking this dinner. He wanted to tell you about the little boy but decided against it and instead told you about all the steak that’s being hoarded in the freezer.

“Which is why I bought a couple of extra packs of chicken breasts, kind of counteracting the steak.” He says.

Finishing up with dinner, Jake takes the empty dishes to the sink. “Dinner was fantastic, per usual.” You say wrapping your arms around him from behind as he rinses off the plates. “Are you sure you still want to be a rockstar? I could see you opening your own restaurant.”

He chuckles and turns his head slightly. “You could see that, hmm?” You nod your head and he smiles. “Well, maybe in another life I did.”

He turns to face you and wipes his hands off on a dish towel. “Go to the living room and sit down on the couch. I’ve got dessert waiting in the freezer.”

“First dinner and now dessert? You really are spoiling me tonight.”

He smiles and gives you a kiss. “Go on now. I’ll be there in a minute.”

He waits until you disappear into the living room before he turns to the drawer beside the fridge. The junk drawer, a drawer he knows you never touch. Pulling open the drawer, he retrieves the little black box and takes the ring out. He stuffs it into his pocket. Opening the freezer, he pulls out a couple bowls of ice cream and retrieves spoons before heading into the living room.

“Ice cream?” You question as he sets the bowls on the coffee table.

“Your favorite.” He says. “But before you eat.”

You watch as he slides off the couch and kneels down in front of you. Your heart hammers in your chest at the thought of what he’s doing.

“I uh,” He clears his throat and nervously giggles. “I did have this whole speech planned but I’m nervous as fuck right now.. So I’m just gonna jump straight into it.. Will you marry me?”

You giggle and lean forward on the couch. You reach for his face and pull him in for a kiss. “So is that a yes?” He mumbles against your lips.

“Yes, Jake. It’s a yes.”

He breathes a sigh of relief and gives you another kiss before slipping the ring on your finger. “I fucking love you.” He says as he kisses you.

You pull away and rest your hands on his cheeks. “I need to ask you something.” You say.

“I’m leaving my tux unbuttoned, I don’t care.” He says, making you laugh.

You shake your head and drop your hands to his shoulder. “How would you feel about having another baby?” You say.

His shoulders drop and his jaw falls slack. “Are you… Are you pregnant?” You nod your head. “For real?” His voice cracks and his eyes fill tears. His eyes fall down to your stomach and sinks further to the floor. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to the edge of the couch before pressing his face into your stomach. Embracing his head in your arms, you lean over and kiss the top of his head.

“I wanted to tell you earlier today before Danny whisked me off, the whole point of me being naked.” His body shakes as he laughs against your stomach.

He picks up his head to look at you. “And here I thought it was just to get me to fuck you.”

“Hmmm, it was so that too.” You say laughing. “So do we tell ‘em?” You say, referring to his brothers.

He shakes his head and rests his head on top of your thigh. “No.. Not yet.. Let it be our own little secret… For now.”

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[justabigassnerd]

I can't lose you too

Pairing - Tommy Shelby x daughter!reader

Word count - 1,817

Warnings - drug & alcohol use, swearing, smoking

Summary - Tommy's daughter falls for the lures of alcohol and drugs and he struggles to cope

A/N - hey y'all, it's been a hot minute hasn't it?? As I said, I'm back from America and ready and raring to write. This request popped up while I was at camp and I simply did not have the time to write at all hence why it's only being released now (I apologise). Anyway, I'll stop rambling. As per y'all, please send in requests and enjoy!

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The moment you turned eighteen you knew you wanted to try new things. You wanted to try going out for a night and having your first alcoholic drink with your friends. You had somehow managed to convince your father to let you have a night out with your friends to celebrate you turning eighteen with the promise you’d be safe at your friend's house before midnight. It wasn’t ideal but dealing with a man like Tommy Shelby you only had two options, take it, or leave it. So you took the opportunity you had to go out with your friends.

“You’re still spending the night at Mary’s house, right?” Your dad asks as he greets you at the doorway of Arrow House.

“Yeah, the plans haven’t changed.” You say somewhat sarcastically, smiling slightly when your dad gave you a look, but he eventually softened and brought you into a hug.

“Stay safe, okay? If you ever feel like you’re in danger at any point you find a phone and ring me and I’ll come and get you.” He says after he releases you from the hug, holding you by the shoulders and looking you dead in the eyes.

“Okay, I promise if I don’t feel safe, I’ll call you as soon as you can.” You nod, smiling as he releases his grip on your shoulders and gestures towards the door with a slight nod of his head.

“I won’t keep you any longer. Off you go.” He says, smiling lightly as you nod and bid him a goodbye, heading out of the door and into your friend’s waiting car, driving off into the night.

The first thing that hit you the second you walked through the pub doors was the overwhelming smell of alcohol. Men were huddled at tables, beer bottles or glasses of whisky in their grasp as they conversed loudly, each table competing to be louder than the other. Your friends excitedly linked arms with you and the group of you found an empty table to sit at.

“Okay y/n, what drink do you fancy?” Your friend Mary asks, eyes gleaming as you think. You glance at the menu of drinks in your hand and pick a random cocktail. It sounded like a good first drink for you to try. As you stood up to go and order your drink at the bar your friends all grabbed you and forced you back into your seat.

“Birthday girl doesn’t pay for her drinks.” Eve insists.

“It was my birthday almost a week ago.” You laugh.

“So? This is our celebration for your eighteenth so therefore we will be paying for your drinks.” Christine follows up with, pulling out her purse and crossing to the bar to place the drink orders. You sit and chat with your other friends until Christine returns with the drinks, handing them out to each person. You then all cheers the drinks in celebration of you finally turning eighteen and begin to drink your drinks.

When the four of you finish your drinks, you decide to have another one, this time picking a different drink to have. You take the suggestion of one of your friends and try a gin, wincing slightly as the liquid stings your throat but enjoying the taste and feeling it gave you. As the night progressed, the four of you drank more and more, taking a few shots and trying a variety of drinks. The mix of alcohol probably wasn’t the best idea but being a Shelby meant drinking was commonplace and every Shelby could handle their alcohol.

At some point during the night, a man approached you and your friends and offered you some powdered drug.

“What is it?” You asked curiously. Despite drinking what you had been, you were definitely the most sober out of all your friends.

“Snow.” The man answers simply, sticking a cigarette in his mouth and taking a drag as your friends immediately grab the bag eagerly and pour it out on the table. You watch as they line the drug up and hand you a rolled-up piece of paper.

“Birthday girl goes first.” Eve says, each girl cheering as you take the paper and place it to your nose, sniffing deeply as you run the paper along the line of cocaine. The drug gave you a slight buzz as it settled in your system. Your dad would one hundred percent be mad with you for your actions, but you didn’t care. You liked the way the alcohol and drugs were making you feel.

When it neared the time for you to go back to Mary’s house, you made sure you and your friends drank a bunch of water to sober up enough to be able to drive the car and get to where you needed to be safely.

When you arrived at Mary’s house you were ready to collapse at any given moment. Now that the buzz that the alcohol and the drugs had given you was beginning to wear off you were ready to sleep. You only just managed to force yourself to clean your face and change into nightwear before crawling into bed and passing out within a matter of seconds.

Waking up the next morning, it felt like you’d been hit by a car or something. You could barely force your eyes open because the slightest bit of sunlight made your eyes burn. After a few tries, you were able to keep your eyes open and drag yourself out of bed. You got changed and went downstairs after catching a whiff of breakfast being prepared.

“Are you feeling as rough as I am?” Mary asks when you plant yourself in the seat next to her, immediately filling your glass with water and downing it as quickly as you could. You glanced at your friend as she rested her head on the table, staring at the food on her plate.

“Probably nowhere near as bad as you’re feeling.” You laugh slightly, digging into your food while Mary covers her eyes and curses lightly.

“Fuck my head is killing.” She whines, barely lifting her head and deciding to follow your actions and begin eating her breakfast in an attempt to fight off the pounding hangover. By the time you finished your breakfast you realised you should head home, knowing how your dad could get if you take too long to get home. Once you’ve sorted yourself out, and Mary was ready, she gave you a lift back to Arrow House. You thanked her once you got out of the car and told her to rest up before heading into the large house. You greeted Frances as you entered the house, intrigued to find out your dad was extremely busy with work and requested he be undisturbed, but she’d let him know you were back. You thanked Frances for letting you know and went upstairs to your room and as you laid on your bed you couldn’t help but think about how great the feeling the alcohol and drugs was and how you craved to feel it again.

Over the days, you found yourself giving into that nagging urge. You’d go out more often and drink yourself stupid before following it up by snorting snow until you had the perfect buzz. You hated yourself for giving in so easily to the urge and how your younger self would be livid with how easily you fell down the same path as your family members. Given how busy your dad was with work, you were able to sneak away more often than usual.

Unbeknownst to you, Tommy became aware of your constant leaving the house at night thanks to Frances voicing concerns about you leaving the house every night and not returning until the early hours of the morning and she could tell something was up because your demeanour was always different when you returned. Tommy took it upon himself to investigate what was going on with you. He waited until you went on your daily ride around the grounds of Arrow House before heading up to your room. He silently hated himself for going through your belongings, but it took him all of five minutes to find the drugs and alcohol you had stashed under your bed. When he found them, he had to sit for a moment, processing the fact you’d been doing this. Arthur has already been drinking himself stupid and recently started with drugs and it was no secret that Michael did snow on occasion. Tommy couldn’t bear the thought that you were destroying yourself with these substances and he knew he had to do something about it.

“y/n, could you come in here please?” Your dad asks the moment you enter the house after returning your horse to the stable. You nod wordlessly and follow your dad into his study, wondering why he called you in. As you entered the room you realised what he wanted to talk about when you saw the drugs and alcohol you had stashed under your bed on his desk.

“We need to have a chat about this. Sit down.” Your dad says, gesturing at the substances and then the sofa, making you sit and watch silently, dreading what he might say.

“What’s been going on with you? Why did I find all this in your room?” Tommy asks, and to your shock, instead of hearing judgement and anger in his tone, you found fear and confusion.

“I never wanted to do this. It just made me feel so good and I couldn’t help but want more. I’m so sorry dad.” You whisper, tears building in your eyes as you spoke, and you squeezed your eyes shut in order to keep the tears at bay, but a couple escaped and worked their way down your cheeks. Without hesitation, Tommy crossed the study to you, enveloping you in his arms and shushing you quietly.

“It’s okay sweetheart. I’m not mad I’m just scared. I can’t lose you too, so I want to help you with this. Will you let me?” Tommy says gently, rubbing a hand up and down your back to help calm you as you pull away, looking up at him with teary eyes. Instead of vocally responding to your dad’s words, you nodded, letting him pull you back into a hug, noticing the small sigh of relief he released as he held you.

You and Tommy, both knew you had a bumpy road of recovery ahead of you. But you weren’t as scared as you thought you were going to be because you had your dad by your side. And you knew he wasn’t going to let you down; he would be by your side every step of the way to support you. It was times like this where you found yourself grateful that Tommy was your father.

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[greens-saline-solution]

Could you possibly do a Kyle Broflovski X catholic reader fluff? Where Readers parents don’t approve of the relationship because of religion and forbid the reader to see Kyle. However, They both still find a way to see each other. I know my writing is really confusing 😭 so no worries if you can’t do it.

Meeting the Parents

Note: I used to be Christian but was never Catholic so I’m sorry if I got anything wrong about being Catholic. You’re an adult so it's not like the parents can do much to forbid the reader from seeing someone, so I tried my best with it.

Warnings: parents disowning you

Gender: female

Relationship: established romantic

“I think I’m ready for you to meet my parents,” you say in a confident voice, but deep down you were scared of how your parents would react to you dating a Jewish boy. You know in their perfect world you would be dating a white, blonde, blue-eyed Catholic boy. “Awesome! I think I’m ready for you to meet mine as well,” you smile, you were excited to meet his parents, but also scared they wouldn’t approve either. You thought you needed to warn Kyle about your parents, knowing how they were. “My parents can be pretty scary, they are devout Catholics and I don’t know if they’ll approve of us dating… but we’re adults we can do what we want.”

“Oh, my parents are probably cool with us, if that makes you feel any better,” Kyle says, starting to stroke your back, “And if they do not approve of us, who cares, we’ll still see each other somehow.” You smile up at him, he was always so good at reassuring you that your worries won’t be as bad as you make them out to be. Kyle leans down and kisses you in the wooded area with a big rock you two claimed to be ‘your spot’. After he pulled away you two started texting your parents and set up good times to meet with them.

First, you and Kyle went to his parent’s house. You walked in and they greeted you with such kindness and then you all sat down and got to know each other. They were so happy Kyle had found a nice girl, they didn’t mind you two being different religions, especially because you weren’t too fond of yours. “Yeah, my parents were always super strict and I hated waking up early on Sundays to go to a mass that went on for what seemed like forever,” you said before they started telling you about Judaism. “Mom, it's not like she's gonna convert to it right now, or even ever, so she doesn’t need to know everything about it,” Kyle says starting to get a little embarrassed. “Oh, sorry honey, I didn’t mean to make it seem like I was trying to convert you,” Sheila says. “Oh no, no you’re fine,” you say not wanting her to feel bad.

Soon enough you had to get back home for your work tomorrow. Kyle excused you two from his parent’s house, but not leaving before Sheila gives you both of you hugs. You two got into Kyle’s car and Kyle turned on the car and started pulling out of the driveway. “So, that went really well, huh, Kyle,” “Yea, they really seemed to like you, so I don’t think they have any problems with us being together.” “It’s good we got the easy one out of the way first, I apologize in advance, but I really don’t know how my parents will be,” you say, preparing yourself for the worst with them.

Two days later you meet up with Kyle at his house. For the past two days, you had been extremely anxiety-ridden thinking of all the things that could go wrong when Kyle meets your parents. You knocked and Kyle answered the door, you went right in for a hug. Kyle hugs you back but you hold him so tight and say “No matter what my parents say, I want to stay with you, just so you know, they might not approve of us having different religions.” “I want to stay with you too, no matter what they say we’re adults and can make our own decisions to stay together,” Kyle says, petting your hair and giving you a  kiss on your head.

You knock on your parent's door, hand a little shaky, Kyle notices and says “It’ll be fine, sweetie, we can get through this.” Your mom opens the door and greets you with “Y/N!” and a big hug. Your father, behind her, says “Hello you two, I’m Daniel and this is Jane, come on in.” Your mother lets go of your hug and you and Kyle walk in. You all start talking when you get to the topic of religion, “I presume you’re Catholic too, Kyle,” your father says starting to talk about your priest. “Oh, no-” Kyle interrupts him, “I’m actually Jewish.” Your father immediately shuts up and looks at you along with your mother. “Oh god, here we go,” you say in your mind. “y/n, a word please?” your mother says in a sweet tone as she starts to get up along with your father.

You get up, looking back at Kyle with an ‘I’m sorry’ look, and start walking with them to the Kitchen, leaving Kyle alone in the living room, twiddling his thumbs. “What in the h-e-double hockey sticks do you think you’re doing bringing someone like that in here young lady!” your mom quietly scolds you. “How many times have we told you that you are supposed to date and marry a Catholic boy?” your dad whisper yelling at you. “You have to break up with him right now. You are not allowed to see him again.” “Mom, Dad, I’m an adult, I can make my own choices,” your parents begin demanding you stop seeing him, and how you need to break up with him.

“Come on Kyle, let's get out of here,” you say angrily, picking up your coat and purse. Kyle assumed what had gone down in there was not good by your tone of voice. It was confirmed when your father shouts out “Don’t come back until you come to your senses!” as you walk out the door. You start quietly muttering about how they were so unfair and so ridiculous. You get in your car and start bawling your eyes out. Kyle gets in and starts rubbing your back, “It’s okay, y/n, they can’t control us.” “I have to find a new church, as long as I stay with you they don’t wanna see me at all, and I don’t want to leave you,” you look at him with doe eyes. “Oh, y/n, we’ll get through this,” Kyle says as he goes in to hug you. You appreciate the embrace, starting your car after. You speed out of your parent’s driveway and neighborhood. Instead of going home, you drive to the park where your guys’ spot was.

You two get to the rock in the middle of the woods, hop on, and lay down together looking at the stars and cuddling. You curl into Kyle’s side, still lightly crying, and hold him tight. You loved your parents, but you also loved Kyle, you were so mad that your parent’s just immediately frowned upon him just because he was Jewish. You also couldn’t go to the church you had gone to your entire life, you didn’t want to stop going to church though so that meant you had to look for a new one, which scared and intimidated you, but you knew that god would give you the courage to get through this. 

You turned your head to the sky, closed your eyes, and started a prayer. You praised god before you thanked him for what you had, and how your parents cutting you off wouldn’t hurt you financially nowadays. You then explain your dilemma, how you were dating a Jewish man and there was nothing against it in the bible, but your parents disapproved of it and were getting you out of their lives as long as you were to stay with him. You asked for help being able to stay with Kyle and keep a relationship with your parents, or at least guidance in finding a new church and becoming completely independent. You finish with an amen and open your eyes looking up at all the bright, beautiful stars. You sniffle and look up to Kyle, “I love you so much I hope you know, I’m so sorry about my parents being so insensitive about your religion and how closed off they are,” you say. “I love you no matter what challenge life would give us.”

#south park x reader #south park x you #south park x y/n #kyle broflovski #kyle x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski x y/n #kyle broflovski x you #green answers! #greens anons

[luna-is-lost]

UNDERWELCOMED

Part 12

Sans POV:

“Umm… S-Sans?” My brother shifted uncomfortably as he spoke. “what’s up?” He looked more nervous as I spoke… Why though… Did I do something wrong… did he forget something or… someone… “W-Well, I Was… Wondering… uh… Where Did We… umm… Live? Like B-Before Here?… “…” “…” I could feel the corners of my mouth tilt down as I spoke. Subconsciously trying to keep my chill, laidback demeanor. “why’s it matter? someone talkin’ about it?” He wrung his hands as he avoided my eyes. “Uhh… Well No… I Was J-Just Wondering,” his voice lost volume as he spoke, “ Because… I… ummm… N-Never mind… It’s Not I-Important…. Sorry…” “paps, i… i’m sorry, didn’t mean it like ‘that’.” “It’s Fine… I Just… thought maybe I would remember something if I learned about the past…” He quieted to an almost whisper… I dislike the thought of telling Papyrus more of our years of captivity… but he… he deserves the truth… Plus, it’s worth it for him to remember. How could I describe what it was like to him, though? He’s always seen things differently than me… Maybe I could…” heya, bro” He looked at me hopefully. “ Yes, Sans?” “why don’t i show you” “Really?!” He smiled, though it looked slightly painful. “yeah, no skin off my bones” I shot him a joking smile and he shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. I tell him to hold on tight and teleport us… home.

☞︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎✡︎ POV

There’s a zap of… magic! That can’t possibly be right, everyone’s gone! They all left after the player gave up… SO WHO WAS THAT?! Moving forward, I think they’re walking through Snowdin. Is that….

“here we are, home. this is snowdin.” “Wowie… It’s… Beautiful!” “yeah” “Sans, Look, I R-Remember That, That’s T-The Inn! The Nice Inn Keeper U-Used To Give M-Me Lollipops And Pats O-On The Head!” “that’s right, pap, i’m glad you remembered. let’s looks around, then we should go the the house.” “Sounds G-Good!”

… IT’S THEM?! THE SMILING TRASH BAG AND HIS IDIOT BROTHER?! Why are they here? Shouldn’t they be all happy and adventurous on the surface? WHERE THEY WON’T BE ANNOYING?! …And why is Papyrus being shown around Snowdin by his brother? I know he’s easily fooled, but he isn’t stupid… Unless…

heheheheh!

This’ll be SO much fun!

Sans POV:

Papyrus has been looking around Snowdin for about 45 minutes. It’s kinda weird to see him so enticed by things we’ve seen everyday for [] years… “Wowie, Sans! T-There’s So Much Stuff T-To Explore!” “yep” “Umm… C-Could We Look A-At Our Old House?” “yeah, of course bro.” Our house was only about a minute or so away… probably not enough to convince pap to let me take a short-cut, and I shouldn’t leave him by himself for now. “S-Sans, Did We Really Live Here?” He asks with tear in his eye sockets as soon as he sees the house. “yeah, go and check it out, all of our stuff is still there, haven’t been able to move in to the surface yet.” “A-Alright!” He swiftly opens the door and cautiously peaks inside before deciding it was safe and walking in. I’d be lying if I said being here didn’t make me feel better… At least we were safe… A shudder runs down my spine as I think, ‘were we ever truly safe with the possibility of a genocidal human falling down here without warning?’. I can’t help but feel almost envious that Papyrus still has that unending, undeniable sense of optimism. To find the good in the bad… I think that’s a bit too philosophical for me. Pap is curiously eyeing the impracticality of the sink’s height. I can help but feel almost normal as he looks around. “heya, once you’re done exploring down here, how about you look at your old room.” “Do Y-You Think I’ll R-Remember Something F-From Digging Through My-My Past?” “it’s a good a shot as any…” “O-Okay, Brother!” He drags me up the stairs like he’s done it a thousand times, and he has, he just doesn’t remember.

☞︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎✡︎ POV

“Hehehehe!” The skeletons are busy looking around together, but sooner or later Smily will be gone and I can ‘help’ poor, credulous Papyrus! Out of the ‘goodness of my heart’ and all… “Sans! L-Look At T-Those Action Figures!” “i know, pretty cool right.” “Sans?” “yeah?” The lazy one yawns. “You L-Look R-Really Tired, Would You Like To N-Nap For A Bit? It’s like Papyrus can read my mind! Ha! This is going WAY better than expected! “yeah…” he unceremoniously lies on Papyrus’s bed and is out like a light. Leaving poor Papyrus to his own devices. I’ve never liked Snowdin all too well, the Earth is rather tough… Oh well, this is to PERFECT of an opportunity to pass up!

Papyrus’s POV:

A light knocking sound rings through the silent house, starting me as my brother rests peacefully. Sprinting down the stairs with more energy than the core itself… the core? Where in the underground did that come from… AM I REMEMBERING THINGS?!

That aside I open the door to see a small ✡︎☜︎☹︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎ ☞︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎☼︎. “H-Hello… uh How C-Can I Help You?” It smiles a bit too wide before answering. “Howdy, Papyrus, I’m your best friend, ☞︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎✡︎! Don’t you remember me?” I feel really guilty… “N-No, I uhh I Don’t, S-Sorry Friend…” He looks very disappointed… I’m a bad friend… “Oh… that’s so sad… you left me all alone and then forgot about me? I thought we were friends, Papyrus… I guess I should just leave-“ “-! Wait, W-We Can Still Be F-Friends! P-Please?” “Really?” ,His smile returns slightly, “ I think that’s a wonderful idea, we should hangout right now! I can even remind you of the past… Wouldn’t you like that?” I shift uncomfortably. Sans would NOT like me going with a stranger while he isn’t around, even if they claim to be my best friend… I’m not that gullible, and wouldn’t someone try to manipulate a monster you can barely remember their own name… I can only trust Undyne and Sans… Right? I mean… they didn’t really tell me much of my past… Sans seemed almost avoidant of it when I first asked. Still, this is dangerous, especially if ☞︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎✡︎ is working with the humans… IS THIS A TRAP! “Papyrus, I don’t have all day… don’t you want to spend time with me? I AM your best friend after all. Unless, you don’t trust me… “ W-Well, uh Friend, I F-Feel It Would Be A Poor Decision To Go With Someone Down Here Without Sans Knowing, Especially If I Don’t Know Or Remember Them…” “S-so we aren’t friends anymore…?” He sniffs before dropping sadly… I’m an awful friend, how could I betray someone like that… He’s been nothing but kind to me, and I can’t say that about many people… He also said he was alone, so… “W-Wait! I’m S-Sorry ☞︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎✡︎ Please D-Don’t Go, If You Let Me Tell Sans B-Before We Go, Then It’ll Probably Be O-Okay!” He turns his head back up to look at me. “Friend… Sans doesn’t WANT you to remember, Why do you think he fell asleep when you wanted to keep looking around?”,How did he…,”He wants you to be easily confused and manipulated, they only saved you so you couldn’t give the humans information.” How does he know all of this… why do his words bother me so much? Have I always doubted that people love and want to protect me?… If so… “ A-Alright, I’ll Go With Y-You, But I N-Need To Be Home B-Before Sans Wakes U-Up.” “Okay, Papyrus! I’m so glad you chose to hang out with me! Follow me!” “O-Of Course, My F-Friend!”

———————————————————————

Sans POV:

Something’s wrong. I haven’t even opened my eyes yet, but I know something is wrong. “papyrus?” …silence… Papyrus isn’t in the room. Opening my eyes and half falling out of bed, I quickly realize… he isn’t even in the house. Taking a quick glance at the clock it tells me I’ve been asleep for almost 2 hours… That’s bad… How long has he been gone?!

“pap?!” I shout around Snowdin, teleporting or walking anywhere my brother could have run off to… I just hope he isn’t lost in the forest… That thing goes on forever… “papyrus?!” The world echos back his name, but nobody answers. …A painful scream shatters the world’s silence… “Papyrus?!” A vine throws my brother 10 feet in front of me. He opens his eyes blearily and begins to mumble. “papyrus?! what happened, where did you go?!” He struggles to breathe as I crouch in front of him. “S-Sans…-“ An awful cough interrupts him, “I… R-Remember… E-E-Everything…” He promptly passes out, leaving me to wonder what happened… “Heheheh! Hahaha! AHAHAHAHAH!!”…

FLOWEY?!

…Chapter 13 coming soon-ish…

#papyrus #undertale #underverse #sans #underwelcomed #angst #skelebros #memory loss #wing dings #flowey and papyrus #flowey

[padfootastic]

in a turn of events that doesn’t surprise anyone im sure, @impishtubist has caused yet another scene to be stuck in my head until i wrote it down. so, have some sexy, greying sirius; a deeply thirsty, appreciative james who won’t let him dye it; and a very-fed-up-of-his-parents-antics harry for prongsfoot wednesday!

x

Harry entered the house with ‘I’m home!’ on his lips that died an instant death as soon as he registered what he was seeing.

“Er,” he hesitated. Does he really want to—? One more look at the scene in front of him and he decided to bite the bullet. Better to clear the air now than keep stewing on it later.

“Um. Is this a—kink? A fetish? Should I leave and never come back?”

In any other scenario, the way both his parents froze and looked at him with wide eyes would’ve been comical.

If only Dad wasn’t straddling his Papa on the ground, one of his hands holding both of Papa’s above him with disturbing ease.

“Er—“

“It’s not what it looks like, Haz!” Dad yelped, cutting across Papa who’s face and neck were turning a steady pink. “I swear.”

“Then why are you still—like that?” Harry asked, deciding to play it safe and look at the boring grey couch in the living room instead. Nothing scandalous going on there.

He could hear the scrambling of feet, a few thumps, and a mini-yelp, absently wondering about the amount of noise the simple act of getting up could produce.

“Right.” Dad cleared his throat. “So, Harry, would you please tell your Papa that he is, under no circumstances, allowed to dye his hair?”

Harry blinks, turning to his other, exasperated, father in silent question.

“Harry, will you please tell your Dad that this is my hair and I can do with it as I please?”

“Not when you promised yourself to me!” Dad yelps and Harry is hit with an intense wave of regret at instigating this.

“Promised—?”

“Yes! Our wedding, you said, and I quote, ‘I give myself to you, James Potter, mind, body and soul’, don’t tell me you forgot.”

“Of course I didn’t forget,” Papa throws his hands up in the air. “But c’mon James—this is not what I meant when I said body!”

“What, you think I only wanted you for that ars—“

“Dad!” Harry, yelps, mortified. He can feel his cheeks heating in a violent blush. He can feel a similar flush creeping up Papa’s neck. Sadly, his words don’t have the deterring effect he’d intended.

“I mean, it is spectacular, don’t get me wrong, but you’re more than just a beautiful body, Si!”

“James, please, have some mercy for our child, if not me,” Papa says. Thankfully, this seems to register as Dad’s eye widened, part horror and part apology. Harry waves it away tiredly; though he’s no less embarrassed every time it happens, growing up in the Potter household with two extremely affectionate parents has exposed him to much worse. He’s accepted it as his lot in life.

“Er—yeah, anyway,” he coughs, ruffling his hair, “Bottom line—Sirius isn’t allowed to dye his hair.”

“I literally never agreed to that.”

“Too bad because you will,” Dad says, slowly moving towards Papa with a look on his face that Harry is loath to describe as predatory. If only it wasn’t so true.

“Oh?” Papa’s left eyebrow rises extraordinarily high, as it tends to do quite often. He crosses his arms over his chest in challenge. The motion makes his Dad smile.

“Mhm.” The two of them are chest-to-chest by this point, staring into each other’s eyes. Harry could probably conduct a whole rave party right here, right then, and they wouldn’t even notice. That is when he decides it’s high time he should step in—not literally, Merlin, no—before they end up doing something that makes him try to run away (again).

“So I was right—it is a kink,” Harry says dryly, once again regretting starting this entire conversation in the first place. He should’ve just turned back around and gone to the Weasleys instead.

“Harry, no—“

x

Three years later, Harry—who’s almost blissfully forgotten about the entire incident—walks into his parents’ house to an almost identical scene, just with his Papa on top this time. This time, he makes the sensible choice he still regrets not making all those years ago, and walks right back out the door.

Let those two sort it out on their own. Merlin knows his intervention hadn’t helped a bit the last time around.

#sirius black #james potter #prongsfoot wednesday #bambibelle #prongsfoot #harry potter #not one person far has the ability to make me write on command like miss imp #it’s absolutely ridiculous (i love every second of it) #which reminds me #my sentient black tapestry fic is still in the drafts 😭😭😭 #(yes there is a reference to harry running away from home bc he saw his parents kiss each other—and more—one too many times) #i just think the idea is exceedingly funny hehehe #little harry packing a backpack and running away to the weasleys #or hell. teen harry walking in & out of the house and not being found for the next day and a half bc he saw them snogging #also just want it to be known that i was giggling so much while writing amorous j/s and traumatised harry #bc it’s all jokes anyway. harry lowkey adores how in love his dads are. wants the same for himself #boys got HIGH standards #as he should #bc his parents aren’t gonna allow anyone but the best for their son #also SPOILER ALERT: sirius obviously loses. james employs some *creative persuasion* a box of dye never entered their house after that #pen’s writing #tumblr works

[hollywoodxwhore]

wanted - part 12

Woohoo I finally wrote! And I'm leaving y'all on a cliffhanger to make you hate me even more! Sorry... I am currently writing the next chapter though, so hopefully that'll be up shortly. Thanks for sticking around during my little hiatus. I hope you enjoy!

Colson x Original Female Character x Pete

Warnings: some smut (18+), swearing, alcohol usage

It’s my birthday. 

Normally, I wake up sad on my birthday. I’m not really sure why. Maybe because a birthday makes you think of who really cares, and you’re expecting messages from people, and when they don’t come, you feel like you don’t matter. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older and that freaks me out. Whatever it is, I’m glad that I don’t wake up on this birthday feeling sad.

Maybe it has to do with the fact that Colson is in bed beside me. He’s on his side, hand tucked under his head, and he sleeps soundly. I love the way that the sunlight catches his face, giving him a warm glow. He’s become so special to me so quickly. I’ve never been so happy, and I know you’re not supposed to find happiness solely in a relationship. I think Colson is just enhancing my life. A friend turned partner. It’s perfect.

It hasn’t even been a month since we made it official but I can’t help what I’m feeling. I’m at the edge of the cliff, so close to falling in love with Colson it’s scary. I won’t admit it any time soon, not until he does, but I feel it. How can I not? Colson is kind, funny, caring, and sexy. We get along great and I’m so much happier when I’m with him. 

I’m daydreaming about our relationship so deeply that I don’t notice his eyes are open until he says my name. I jump a little and meet his eyes, smiling sheepishly. “Hey,” I whisper.

“Hey,” Colson says with a sleepy grin. “C’mere.” I scoot closer, letting him wrap me in his arms. Warm lips press to my forehead and he gives me a squeeze. “Happy birthday, baby.”

I smile and nuzzle in closer. “Thank you,” I say. 

Colson told me last night, two glasses of wine in, that his birthday present was something amazing. I couldn’t get anything else out of him, no matter how hard I tried, and now that I’m remembering it again, I’m eager to find out what it is. 

“Hey,” I say, looking up at him. “When do I get my present?”

Colson laughs. “Later tonight. Probably after dinner.” He’s taking me out to dinner and then we’ll spend the night here. 

“I guess I’d better get up and start getting ready,” I say. 

Colson gives me a kiss, squeezing my ass. “Yeah. You do that.” 

Later that night, I drive over to Colson’s place in my birthday outfit, a silky red dress that hugs my curves. Sophie and Alicia helped me pick it out and I feel beautiful in it. I can’t wait to show Colson.

I park in my usual spot in the driveway and let myself into the house. Pete is on the couch and he smiles, hopping to his feet. “Hey! Happy birthday!” he says, wrapping me in a hug. He smells good and his hug is warm. I’ve stopped trying to convince myself that I don’t still feel something for Pete. It’s pointless to keep lying to myself. 

Pete pulls back from the hug and turns his head. “Kells! Alex is here!” he calls, then turns back to me. “You look beautiful,” he says, and I’m surprised to see a glimpse of what looks like pain in his deep brown eyes. It makes my heart squeeze in my chest. But there’s something else there, too…mischief?

“Hey,” I say, narrowing my eyes. 

Pete stuffs his hands into his pockets and looks at me innocently. “What’s up?”

“Do you know what my birthday present is going to be?” 

Pete opens his mouth to say something, but then I catch sight of Colson over Pete’s shoulder and my face lights up with a smile. Colson smiles right back as he saunters over. Pete steps out of the way and Colson cups my face, tipping it up so he can kiss me. “Hi,” he murmurs. 

“Hi,” I say through a smile, wrapping my arms around his waist. 

“Ready to go?” he asks, and I nod. Colson pulls away and turns to Pete. “See you later, brother.”

“See ya. Have fun,” Pete says from where he’s returned to the couch. I shoot what I hope is a menacing look at him over my shoulder as Colson takes my hand and we walk outside. Pete just winks and waves, and fuck if I don’t feel that wink right between my legs. 

Colson takes me to my favorite restaurant - Texas Roadhouse, duh - and we order drinks to start, sharing a basket of rolls. He looks so handsome, slightly dressed up. He just got a haircut - long on top and short on the sides, and it really suits him. The sides are his natural, darker color and the top of bleach blonde. “I love your hair, by the way,” I tell him.

Colson chuckles. “So you’ve said. A couple hundred times,” he teases.

I lightly kick his shin beneath the table and giggle. “Leave me alone. I just really like it, okay?” 

“I like yours, too,” Colson agrees. “And that dress. Goddamn.” His voice lowers as his eyes dip to my cleavage, and he takes his lip between his teeth as his eyes glaze over.

I blush and look around. “Save it for later, ya perv,” I joke, reaching for his hand. Colson takes my hand in his and leans in to kiss my knuckles, holding eye contact with me. My heart flutters in my chest, and suddenly, I realize I can’t deny another lie I’ve been telling myself. I’m 100% in love with Colson. 

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, blue eyes burning into mine. 

I shrug. “Nothing important,” I lie. 

We eat a delicious dinner and talk the entire time. On the drive back to his house, Colson pushes the hem of my dress up and rests his hand on my thigh, thumb stroking gently. Heat shoots between my legs and I bite my lip. I literally can’t get enough of him. 

He’s initiated every time, mainly because I’m terrified of rejection, and even though he’s my boyfriend now, I’m still scared it’ll happen. I glance over at him as he drives and he smiles at me. I turn my body and lean over, kissing his neck. Colson tenses up, breath hitching. “What are you doing?” he purrs.

“Nothing,” I murmur into his warm skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses all over the side of his neck. Reaching over, I untuck his shirt from his dress pants and slip my hand beneath his shirt to feel his stomach. Colson curses quietly under his breath and then his hand covers mine and pulls it back. 

“What’s wrong?” I ask, tracing my tongue over the double x tattoo behind his ear, a surefire way to make his dick hard. And it does. I watch as his pants begin to tent. 

Colson lets out a shaky breath. “I have cake for us at home. Pete’s waiting to have some with us,” he says. “Can we just hold off until after? I don’t really want to walk into my house with a boner.”

“Mm,” I hum against his skin. “Just this once.” I pull back after tucking his shirt back in. He shifts in his seat and adjusts his cock in his pants, letting out a breath. Even in the late evening light, I can see the pink splotches on his cheeks and it makes me smile. 

When we pull up to the house, Colson comes to get my door. The inside is completely dark and I frown. “You sure Pete didn’t bail on us?” I ask. “Looks dark in there.”

Colson frowns, too. “He better not have,” he says irritably. “Maybe he fell asleep.” He takes my hand and leads me to the door. He unlocks it and we step into the pitch black. Out of nowhere, the lights flick on, and I jolt, shocked to find that the living room is filled with people. 

“Surprise!” they yell in unison, and that’s when I notice the party hats, the balloons, and the sign hanging from the doorway between the kitchen and living room reading ‘Happy Birthday Alex!’. 

I laugh and swat Colson’s stomach. “What the hell! You planned this?” I yell over the commotion.

Colson grins down at me and bends to kiss me softly. “Happy birthday, baby.”

I’m immediately bombarded by hugs, and I just can’t believe Colson pulled off a surprise party. A room full of people I love, with the one who planned it all being the one I love most. I smile at him from where Alicia has me in an embrace, and I narrow my eyes. So that’s why he didn’t want to fool around in the car. I’ll get him back later. 

I’m handed a drink and then we gather around the table to play waterfall, my favorite drinking game. It’s easy to get fucked up, but it’s so fun that I don’t even mind. Sure enough, after a few rounds, we’re all drunk and rowdy. I’m in Colson’s lap laughing loudly at something Slim said, and I’m so, so happy. 

The only problem is my wandering eye. 

I can’t help but notice Pete. He sits on the couch, legs in the perfect man-spread position, big, tattooed hand curled around a beer. His cheeks are rosy and his smile is warm and his voice jolts something within me whenever he talks. Plus, he keeps glancing over at me and smirking like an asshole.

But then I feel Colson’s warm hand on my hip, his lips against my shoulder, and I smile, remembering that this is my boyfriend. Sexy, smart, funny, and kind, Colson is mine. So why am I still hung up on Pete?

“Can we play truth or dare but with only dares?” I slur, and the group laughs. 

“We pretty much already know everything about each other,” Rook says with a shrug. 

“Sure, birthday girl,” Slim says. “You wanna go first?”

“I can never think of good dares,” I pout. “You go first, babe.”

“Alright,” Colson says, looking around the circle. “Rook, I dare you to do a backflip.”

“Wait,” Alicia says. “Can you actually do one?”

Rook laughs. “Yeah, I can. Not sure how well when I’m this drunk, though.” The ceiling is high and Rook backs up away from the group. We all watch in awe as he throws a perfect backflip, landing solidly. Everyone cheers and Rook bows. 

The game continues on. We’re all coupled up, but everything always ends up sexual in nature. I return to Colson’s lap after Sophie fulfilled a dare given to her by Logan. She was dared to make out with me and she pulled me right into her lap for the dare. My heart is racing a little and it only quickens when I feel Colson’s erection against my ass. 

“That was hot, baby,” he murmurs against my ear. 

I hum in response, pleasantly drunk and turned on. I’m about to drag his ass from the room when Sophie speaks. 

“Kells, your turn,” she says. 

“Alright,” Colson says, scanning the room. His eyes land on Pete. something mischievous flickers in Colson’s eyes. “Pete,” he says. “I dare you to make Alex moan.”

The room falls awkwardly silent. Pete clears his throat, cheeks reddening. “Wh-what?” he asks.

“You heard me,” he says, eyes burning into Pete’s. “Dare’s a dare. She’s the birthday girl, after all.”

“Are you serious?” I ask, looking at Colson, who only nods. His eyes hold no jealousy, just smoldering desire, and he’s gotten even harder against me, if possible. I swallow hard and glance at Pete. 

“Shit,” Pete says, then laughs, patting his thighs. “Come here, Alex.”

It’s a good thing we’re all drunk. Colson pushes me off him and I stumble over to Pete, taking his hand as he pulls me into his lap. I glance around, and everyone’s eyes are on me. The guys are smirking and the girls just look intrigued. No one looks worried or scared. 

I glance at Colson and he nods, picking up his drink. “Go on, baby,” he tells me. 

I swallow hard and look at Pete, who’s staring up at me with dark eyes. Fuck, he looks hot. He bites his lip. “You okay with this?” he asks. I can’t speak right now, so a small nod is my only response. “Good,” he murmurs, and then he’s leaning in, wrapping soft lips around the side of my neck. I swallow hard and close my eyes, hands tightening on his shoulders. 

The heavy bass of a loud song pulsates in my body. I could moan now and end this, or I could milk it. I’m too drunk to feel guilty and I choose the latter. I let Pete’s lips explore my neck and chest, moving slowly down my cleavage. My chest heaves slightly and Pete huffs against my heated skin. I’m keeping it together relatively well until he decides to end me.

Suddenly, Pete’s big hands grip my ass hard and he drags his tongue up my cleavage and neck, and a moan slips out, uninhibited. It’s then that I remember our friends are surrounding us, and they celebrate Pete completing his dare. Pete gives my ass a little pat that shouldn’t be as sexy as it is, and I get off his lap, returning to Colson. 

My boyfriend smirks and wraps his arm around me, resting his big hand on my thigh. He leans down into my ear. “Did you like that?” he murmurs. 

I look up at him, unsure of what to say. Shouldn’t Colson be jealous? He was the one to dare Pete in the first place. I’m confused. “I’ll be right back,” I say. I need to clear my head, get some fresh air. I push off the couch and walk out onto the back porch, feeling sober as soon as the cool air hits my skin. I draw in a deep breath and steady myself on the railing. What the fuck is going on?

Colson asked me to be his girlfriend. I suppose he never said anything specific about being exclusive, but I just figured that’s what we were doing. But now he’s daring his best friend to make me moan. Who does that? I’m not sure how to feel about it, but it’s hard to figure it out because my pussy aches between my thighs. I squeeze them together and let out a little helpless noise, closing my eyes. My throat tightens and the backs of my eyes begin to sting. I don’t know what to do with these feelings.

I don’t turn around when I hear the door whoosh open and shut behind me, but I do notice there are two sets of footsteps. I tense up slightly as Colson steps up beside me, leaning against the railing, but I do look over when Pete takes my other side. I blink in confusion, pinching the bridge of my nose. “What the hell is going on?” I ask helplessly.

Colson and Pete chuckle and I frown, glaring at Colson, whose smile fades immediately. “I’m sorry, baby,” he says, putting a hand to my lower back. “I should’ve talked to you about it first to see if you were okay with it.”

“Why are you okay with it?” I blurt, looking up into his intense blue eyes. “I-I’m your girlfriend. Pete’s your best friend.” I jerk my thumb towards the other man. 

Colson chuckles and meets Pete’s eyes over my head before looking back down at me. “Alex,” he says. “I like threesomes. Okay?” My body tenses, and the ache between my legs intensifies. Just then, Pete scoots closer, pushing my hair off my shoulder. I look up at him and he just watches me with his lip between his teeth. 

“I like watching my girl get fucked,” Colson continues, cupping my chin so I’ll look at him. “I want to watch you with Pete. And I want him to watch you with me.”

“I want that, too,” Pete says huskily, and I swallow hard, looking over at him again. He plays gently with my hair. “I’ve never stopped being attracted to you, Alex. Just because I don’t really date doesn’t mean I don’t still fuck.”

I stare dumbly at him for a moment before turning back to Colson. “Am I hallucinating this?” I ask. “Is this a trick to see if I’m faithful?”

Colson chuckles and shakes his head. “No, this is real,” he murmurs, “and definitely not a trick. I’ve been paying attention and I think you want this, too.”

He steps closer and grabs one of my hips, turning my body so my back is pressed to his front. His hands slide over my curves and I breathe shallowly as I feel his erection press against me. Pete steps forward, a question in his eyes as his fingertips trace down my neck. I close my eyes and whimper almost painfully. I do want this, so badly it hurts. Is that wrong?

“Here’s what I think we should do,” Colson murmurs in my ear. “Pete and I take you to my room and we fuck you, make you come until you can barely move.” My eyes are locked on Pete’s as Colson speaks, and Pete’s already dark brown eyes seem to blacken. 

“But we need to hear that you want this, Alex,” Pete says as he steps into my space. His hands find a space on my waist above Colson’s, and his thumbs graze the undersides of my breasts through my silky dress. My breath hitches. 

“Mm, she’s hesitant,” Colson murmurs. “She wants to be a bad girl, but she’s scared.” It should feel degrading, having Colson talk about me right in front of me, but it only makes me ache more. Colson snaps his fingers and I jolt slightly. “Ah,” he says. “Let’s see what her body is saying.”

Pete smirks as Colson’s hand skims up beneath my dress. The red silk moves easily as his fingers move between my legs, skillfully pushing aside the crotch of my panties, which is soaked. Colson lets out a low, raspy groan as his fingers find me dripping wet. “That’s what I thought,” he murmurs. “But I need to hear you say it, Alex.” 

I’m a shaken can of Coke ready to explode and I finally do. “Yes!” I blurt, cheeks reddening. “God, yes, I want it, I want both of you, please.” My words come out in a rush of breath and the boys chuckle together, meeting eyes. 

“Good girl,” Pete says, tipping my chin up as he leans down to kiss me. My legs weaken and Colson has to hold me up as Pete kisses me thoroughly, slowly at first but deeper as time goes on. I whimper helplessly into his mouth, gripping onto his shoulder with one hand and Colson’s wrist with the other. 

“P-please,” I squeak when he pulls back.

“Come on, baby,” Colson murmurs, pulling me towards the door. Pete follows close behind. Everyone’s still partying, pretty drunk now, so the three of us are able to easily sneak past everyone to Colson’s room. Pete locks the door behind us. 

Colson sits me on the bed and kneels down in front of me. Warm hands find my thighs, stroking gently, and there’s love in his eyes when he looks up at me. “Hey,” he murmurs. “Are you drunk?”

I shake my head no. “Tipsy, but not drunk.”

“Okay,” he says, nodding. “Alex. Do you want this?”

I swallow hard, glancing at Pete who leans against the wall. I can see his erection through his gray sweats and I have to stifle a moan as I look back at Colson. “Yes, I want this,” I say firmly. 

Colson grins and pulls me in for a slow kiss. “If it ever goes too far,” he says against my lips, “you tell us and we’ll stop.”

“Don’t even feel bad about it,” Pete says. “We don’t give a fuck. We’ll stop when you want us to.” They’re both so serious and a huge chunk of my anxiety dissolves. I nod and smile at Colson, and then Pete.

“Boys?” I say.

“Yeah, baby?” Colson asks at the same time Pete says, “Yeah?”

I look between them, then get to my feet. Their eyes are locked on me as I reach behind myself and unzip my dress. Then, I let it slowly puddle onto the floor around my feet, leaving me in a lacy matching set, stockings high up on my thighs. 

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” Pete says, swallowing hard. 

“Yeah,” Colson croaks, staring me down. 

I put my hands on my hips and smirk. “Can you please stop being so gentle now and fuck me like you promised?”

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[creators-novel]

The day has arrived. 24 hours come and gone.

            From the base of Vyz’s tomb, dark clouds loom overhead and spread through the area. The heroes of Lightverse congregate between the city and the tomb’s location. The last one to arrive is Uriel, appearing in a beam of blue light. “Vyz’ll be here soon then?”, she asks. “Yeah.”, Ex groans, “And how about ‘them’?” “They’ll be here later.”, Uriel nods, “They have to make sure everyone else is ok first.”

The group hears a low rumbling in the distance. Recognizing the noise, Exisite dashes off towards the tomb, with Nitro following close behind. Ex watches them leave and says, “I’ll try to run down the old man. God forbid he’s probably on the hunt at this point.” “I’ll join you then.”, Nave volunteers, “Given your luck, you’ll need the help.” “I’ll catch up with Exisite and Nitro then!”, declares Uriel. Ex looks over the horizon, the ground shakes and more clouds billow out from the woods, “Looks like they’re starting. I’ll catch up soon.” “Let’s not take long then.”, says Nave, before taking off to the city. Ex and Uriel give each other a fist bump and split off from each other. “We’ll show them what we’re made of!”, Uriel calls out.

By the time Exisite arrives at the tomb with Nitro, his powers are already sparking to life with malicious intent. White hair and red eyes, just like before. And as the tomb opens, the duo stands tall. Nitro grits his teeth, “Finally shows his cowardly face…”, he spits. And out steps Vyz, his hands confidently positioned behind his back and he walks with a regal disposition. “Hello, Nitro…Castor…”, he seems confused for a moment, “Is it just you two today?”, he asks, pointing a teasing finger at them. “It would have been three”, Nitro snarls, “but you know what you did.” Vyz chuckles, “Hmhm…come now. Let’s not blame just me. It is a shame that Ex isn’t here, I brought some guests that he may be familiar with. As well as an extra special one for you two.” He snaps his finger, and three figures come forth from the portal. Two of them seem to bear a resemblance to Ex, albeit a bit older? It’s hard to tell. You’d have to squint to make out any of the finer details; it’s clear these folks have been corrupted for quite some time. The other, however…

Well, it’s only been a couple of days, but this one looks like just another mindless creature of the void. He’d probably look like any other corrupted soul if not for his recognizable claw arm.

Uriel arrives just in time to see the scene playing out before her. Nitro flinches, having seen the effects of the void corruption for the first time, “Aaron!?”

Vyz leans forward and grins, “Happy to see him again, right?”

“Could you be any more of a monster?!”, asks Exisite.

“Oh yes- ‘monster.’ Me. That’s ironic coming from a construct like yourself, Castor. Just like all of you, and this world you stand upon. Constructs mad by maddened children.”

“Pay no mind to him!”, orders Uriel, “He’s TRYING to get a rise out of us! Don’t fall for his tricks!”

Vyz looks at the group disapprovingly and sighs, “My Stygians. Help out our new friends, and have fun…” With another snap, dozens of voidlings emerge and charge alongside the “esteemed guests”. “Uriel, lightning!”, calls Nitro. In response, she summons her sword and holds it up towards the clouds. In a flash, lightning is channeled through the blade; and with a mighty shout, she throws the lightning down in a scattered attack. In an instant, several of the Stygians are obliterated as thunder shakes the terrain!

KRA-KA-BOOOOOOOOM!!

Rumble, rumble…

Xenos holds a crying Indigo in the dark as the house shakes, “We’ll be ok! It’s ok…”

“No, it won’t be! We should help ‘em! Exisy needs us!!”

“No, please! We have to stay here!”

“Then I’LL go! I’m not about to lose my best friend because a dark meanie hates friendship!”

“Indi, no!!”

Indigo frees herself from Xenos’ grasp and rushes out of the door, claws drawn.

“INDIGO!!”, he shouts and gives chase.

            Nitro finds himself facing off against the mysterious duo. He swiftly counters their attacks, trying his best to evade their corrosive bites. “You two need help, and I can offer. If you would just let me-!”, he’s cut off by them lunging simultaneously, to which he jumps back. “You know what- forget it.”

            Exisite finds himself locked in combat with DarkClaw. The two are evenly matched, but this isn’t like their training sessions of the past. No, without anything to hold him back, DarkClaw attacks mercilessly. Less like an honorable soldier, more like a wild beast. “Sir, please!”, Exisite begs, “You must stop this!”

            Uriel keeps her focus on the foot soldiers. Now that she’s fought them once, she knows she has to stay in the air and strike from above. It’s been simple enough so far, but how much more can she take before she has to go all out? What if she puts the others in danger!? She knows they can’t keep going like this!

“(C’mon, guys…where are you!?)”

            “Don’t you hear me!?”, Exisite cries. “He can’t.”, Vyz slyly exclaims, “The infection, along with my influence, has nulled everything you once knew about him…all he knows now is violence.”

“Sir-…Dad…! Wake up!!”

“Him? ‘Dad’? Pitiful.”, Vyz laughs.

The Stygians, desperate to hold their ground, climb on top of each other in strange tower formations to try and reach Uriel. If she wasn’t already panicking from trying to make sure her friends didn’t get hurt, she certainly had to come up with a new plan now!  In her moment of distress, she boldly activates her own powered-up form as she SCREAMS. The blast obliterates the Stygians in the general vicinity but thankfully doesn’t reach her allies on the ground. Thunder once again rings out from the battlefield…

Rumble…RUMBLE…KA-BOOOOOOM!!

“(How is she so fast!?)”, Xenos thinks as he chases Indigo through the forest, “(I wish I could teleport…!) INDI! Oh boy-!” In the distance, he spots the lightning and tries one more time to catch up to the young hero. “INDI, COME BACK PLEASE!”

            As the thunder settles, Indigo rushes onto the scene ready to fight! “Kid-!?”, Nitro gulps as he pushes back against the corrupted soldiers. “I’m sorry, sir-!”, Xenos huffs as he arrives, “She got away from me!” “Get out of here, both of you!”, Nitro yells. “NO!! I WILL HELP!”, Indigo roars, jumping into the fray! When her weapons collide with the ground, they send out a blue wave of energy that knocks back DarkClaw and the other corrupted. Exisite takes the moment to catch is breath but is nonetheless surprised. “Indigo??”, he squints, beside his little friend, he sees some random man appear from the blue mist…a summon? When could…how could…? His head is spinning… his mouth is dry but his face is covered with sweat, this is…exhausting. He watches as Indigo with her new friend assists Nitro in dealing with the enemy forces. This fight might still be theirs they just need-

DarkClaw tackles Exisite to the ground. The two tumbles through the dirt but quickly hops back to their feet. How much longer do they have to do this?! They continue to clash, but DarkClaw shows zero signs of stopping now. Vyz walks closer to the two, “Pests… Well, Castor, any more tricks up your sleeve?” Castor grunts as he begins to get pushed into the ground, seemingly powerless to stop his maker. “Guess not”, Vyz sighs in disappointment, “Well, I suppose we always have room for a runt like yourself amongst my ranks.” DarkClaw raises his arm, his metallic claw glistening in whatever sunlight remains here. It glows with an infectious, choking, disgusting purple hue.

And he swipes down.

…

…

…

“No.”

Another hand has grabbed DarkClaw’s, the magic radiating from it is otherworldly… powerful…godly.

“NOT. HIM.”

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Wounded Pride

Masterlist

Wordcount: 1238

Summary: Thorin’s one is hurt, his nephews are to blame, the wizard is gone, and apparently, he had been right about their campsite.

The day had been unpleasant all around. You were actually hoping that Thorin’s argument with the wizard would be the last unfortunate event of the day, but of course that couldn’t be. So, you just cursed your luck- or lack of it, as you sat, carefully trying to rub out the pain in your knee.

“That won’t do any good.” Oin pointed out, looking your way sympathetically as he pulled out some supplies, “Can’t rub out a gash like it’s a pulled muscle.”

“I know.” You admitted, feeling your face heat up as you flushed. You removed your hand, which was supposed to be applying pressure, only to pale at how the red shone in the firelight, “Oh fu-”

“Here we are.” Oin cut you off, though he couldn’t have heard you. At least someone in the company had decent timing. He kneeled beside you, and had you rest your foot on his bent knee. Taking care to be gentle, he wrapped your leg up and tied off the ends of the bind, “That should help, be sure to keep it clean. I’ll help change the bandages as much as possible.”

“Thank you.” You removed your foot from his knee, and tried to stand up, only to be stopped again.

“How about you rest it for a while?” He suggested, though the firm hand on your shoulder made it clear that you would follow doctor’s orders.

You nodded, accepting your fate, and he was satisfied, leaving you be so he could reorganize his pack.

You heard a loud sigh behind you, and turned to see Thorin, with his arms crossed over his chest.

“How did this happen?” He asked, having just returned from hunting with Dwalin, “You were supposed to be gathering firewood with-”

He must’ve figured out that you had gotten into an accident with his nephews, as he cut himself off. He sat beside you, his eyes glued to your wrapped leg, where a small patch of red was starting to bleed through.

You followed his gaze and noticed that as well, “Oh, that’s not a good sign, is it?”

Thorin clenched his jaw, but tried to keep his tone normal, “What happened?”

“It was an accident.” You assured him, “We shouldn’t have been messing around.”

He clearly didn’t believe that it was your fault, but Bofur called for the boys to hand off some of the firewood, and his gaze turned to them. They were approaching where he was crouched by the flames, the two of them looking incredibly guilty as they looked towards you and their uncle. Thorin grumbled something under his breath and got up.

You grabbed his attention, knowing your grumbling stomach would win out against Oin’s orders when dinner was ready, “When Bofur starts handing out bowls, would you grab me one?”

He had nodded before you finished, “Of course, you’ll have to stay off of that.”

He then went over to speak to his nephews, heading over to the forest, further away from the ruins of the farmer’s house.

“What happened? Are you alright?” Bilbo looked horrified as he noticed your leg.

“Huh? Oh yeah, I’ll be fine.” You said, “Has Thorin yelled at the boys? It really was an accident.”

“He sent them to watch the ponies.” The hobbit admitted, clearly having seen what happened.

“That’s probably a good thing, not much trouble they can get into there.” You agreed, still, you felt bad that they were in trouble for a little scrape.

“Let’s hope so.” Thorin appeared before the two of you, two bowls of stew in his hands. He sat beside you, handing you an overfilled one, before Bilbo lit up.

“Is it ready, so soon?” He beamed, heading off to get his own bowl.

However, he got stuck delivering to the boys before he could come back to eat his own, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his little pout.

“Our poor burglar, not used to our eating schedule.” You said, raising a spoonful to your mouth.

Thorin hummed in agreement, before his fingers reached out for your bandage.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” You promised, setting the spoon back, “A little blood makes a big spot.”

“The boys should’ve been more careful.” He said, “They’re used to roughhousing with one another, but us dwarves are of a different make.”

You rolled your eyes at that, “Thorin, a slipping knife will scrape anyone. Pretty sure dwarves aren’t immune to a blade either.”

He moved his hand to stroke it along your hair until it rested on your back, “You’re sure it doesn’t hurt too badly?”

You assured him yet again, that it was fine. Fili had only been playing around with you and his brother, showing off a bit before Kili had shoved him and knocked the knife out of his grasp. It had hardly grazed your leg before they had grown wide eyed and dragged you back to camp, apologizing the entire time.

“I’m sure your nephews were mortified when you went to talk to them.” You said.

“They know to be more careful now.” He promised.

“Trolls!” Fili exclaimed, bursting from the woods and startling everyone. You set down your bowl, ready to try and help, before getting a look from Thorin.

“Really? It’s only a scratch!” You pointed out, threatening to undo the bandage, “Do you want me to prove it?”

“Just rest it for a while longer.” He said, “You’ll watch camp for us.”

You frowned at that, you had been working hard, learning how to fight, but ever since this business of ‘one’s, Thorin had been extra careful with you.

He kissed the top of your head, assuring you, “We’ll be just in the woods there, the wizard should be back any moment.”

You were pretty shocked that he would leave you alone, and while you were injured no less.

Apparently, he could read minds. As soon as you had finished your thought, he called, “Bifur, will you stay with her?” 

The dwarf nodded, and signed something to the king, who patted his shoulder, before they left to fight the trolls.

Bifur sat closer to you, before pulling something out of his pocket.

He began to whittle, maybe a habit to calm his nerves, while you two sat together, listening to fighting through the trees.

“Where have they gone?” You jumped as Gandalf appeared, and repeated, “Where have they gone?!”

“Trolls, in the woods.” You pointed, and he was off.

They seemed to be taking ages, and soon enough the sun was starting to rise.

You drummed your fingers against the ground, contemplating your options, “Bifur, do you think they’re alright?”

Of course, you couldn’t understand him, but he seemed to be reassuring you, before reaching out and patting your hand.

Eventually, the group reappeared, looking exhausted, and disheveled. You rose to your feet, and nobody commented on it, as you rushed over to check on them.

Before you could ask how they were, Thorin had cupped your face in his hands, and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“Is everyone alright?” You asked, carefully searching his expression for a sign.

“Everyone’s fine, we found their cave.” He said, and you noticed that the others had started packing up camp, “We’re going to check it.”

You were relieved for a moment, letting your guard down, before he added.

“I thought you were supposed to stay off of that?”

#the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #Thorin

[aajjks]

TPOL!JK

you panic when jungkook gets a bit offended by you mentioning “two separate households” but he has to understand where you’re coming from, right? you’re trying to keep your family intact but maybe you’re just being paranoid for no reason. it is true that tina is more mature or at least she should be.

“n-no! i-i just…never mind. forget i said anything” you pout and now your appetite is gone. you listen to what jungkook is saying about not wanting to kill anymore and you don’t really say much, just nod your head and take in his words.

“no, take your call i’ll get the dishes” you say after jungkook presses a kiss to your head and heads to the bedroom.

once he’s out of sight, you head to the kitchen and dial jorja up to talk with her about what she’s been up to to take your mind off of things while jungkook talks to mr. hwang.

“hello, jungkook. so what is your final thoughts to our proposal?” says mr. hwang who is watching television with his wife of over 10 years. “of course she’ll be professional” he says.

“i’ll make sure of it if you have any concerns. i’ll have her team mail you a schedule when the two of you could meet with your team if that sounds okay”

“I’LL BE BACK JUNGKOOK!!” you yell before leaving the house and heading to the store to meet with jorja for some midnight shopping.

While you’re gone, he just talks to Mr Hwang, and then he is actually a little relieved when the old man assures him that Tina is going to be really professional, and he does take his word, because he knows that she is one of the most professional people he’s ever worked with, and he hopes that she won’t let their past get in between them.

Because he knows that it’s gonna cause problems between you two. Even though he’s made it clear that he doesn’t want you to do anything… you just might.

And just like that a few days go by and you’re both on actually really good terms, and yeah maybe because he finally got to fuck you after so long, that night was really worth it.

And now the children are back at the house, and as always, he’s at work right now. He makes sure to his secretary about the schedule and as soon as she sends it over to him he’s looking at it.

“Woah.” it’s tonight. That’s weird. But Jungkook doesn’t think much of it because she’s finally back in South Korea so they can meet face-to-face and.. maybe he’ll be home late tonight

So before he resumes to work once again, he calls you up.

Jungkooks got his phone on his ear and you pick up after a few seconds. “Hi princess! I miss you and I just wanted to let you know that… I have a meeting tonight with Tina at some hotel. Yeah, to discuss the clothing line and work.” he is trying to be careful with his words because if it was you in his place, he would be really insecure..

It’s not like he will ever break your trust, but you are strong.

“Yn you know I love you and you have nothing to worry about. Okay? I’ll be home later tonight so you have the whole day to yourself- ma actually let me know that she is coming over to our house so maybe you could go and watch some kind of a movie with your friends.” he suggests because you need to get out of the house.

You’re always busy with him or either the children.

“No sweetheart you need to enjoy some alone time to yourself too and I’ll be home late probably.” he is looking at over to his computer screen..

And he will try his best to be done with the meeting soon so he can be with you

“you have nothing to worry about..” he bites his lower lip, trying to assure you once more because he’s trying to know how you really feel about this, but your voice is so monotoned that it’s really hard for him to tell anything.

“Okay princess, I love you.”

Just then, you say your goodbyes and jungkooks busy with work once more.

He is so busy that he doesn’t even realize that it’s like almost 8 PM. “Sir? You have a meeting with Ms hwang at the king hotel.”

The knock almost catches him offguard, but it’s just his secretary, so Jungkook nods and he’s gathering his belongings and soon he’s out of the door.

The hotel thankfully isn’t too far from the company so he’s actually glad because he’s already feeling a little tired- and he’s hungry

Soon he’s at the hotel, and as he gets inside, he immediately looks for Tina. But he’s guided by some employee from the hotel to her.

He doesn’t mind that he just wants to make sure that she doesn’t have any wrong intentions, and it’s purely professional.

And there she is, sitting in the VIP lounge of the hotel. Well, that is not really that surprising. “Hello, Ms Hwang.” Jungkook greets her, not by her first name, but rather her surname.

Just to give her a hint that he’s only here due to work, and nothing else.

And then he takes the seat right in front of her.

#ask: tpol!jungkook

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

TSITP 2x05 - “Love Fool” : Quotes

“- And this asshole won’t even pick up my... calls.” (Conrad)

“- Thank you, Skye, for that bleak as fuck assessment.” (Steven)

“- I mean, for them, losing something is just another excuse to get a... better something. (...) Careful. That’s almost a compliment. (Steven) - Almost. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” (Taylor)

“- Cam Cameron, fountain of gossip. I did not expect that side of you.” (Skye)

“- Actually, I’ve known you a long-ass time. Yeah, you and Bella used to play princess together for years. (Steven) - So? You ran around asking everyone to place doctor. That doesn’t mean you grew up to be a complete perv.” (Taylor).

“- Yeah, but you can’t just... you can’t just smoke random weed. (Belly) --> True imagine it was cut with Fentanly.  - Belly, it’s not random weed. It’s Lost and Found rich people weed. (Taylor) (...) - Why don’t we take this outside before Cam Cameron has a stroke?” (Jeremiah)

“- Steven really hurt me last year. It’s just... It’s not the kind of hurt that just goes away easily. You know? (Taylor) --> This can be applied to Jeremiah.  - Yeah. (Belly) - Or, like, ever, maybe. (Taylor) - Yeah, I get it. (Belly) - I know you do. (Taylor) - I think I loved Conrad longer and truer than anyone in my whole life. And I’ll probably never love anyone like that again. To be honest, it’s kind of a relief. ‘Cause I don’t know, I don’t know if I could survive that. (Belly) - Can we make a pact? Can we just leave first love in the past? Like, where it belongs? I saw you and Jeremy (wtf no one say his name like this) on the boardwalk. And tonight on the couch. There’s something there. Doesn’t matter how far apart you sit, you know? It’s there. (Taylor) - Yeah, I feel like there... could be something, you know? (Belly) - Mm-hmm. (Taylor) - Like this charge building between us. But, you know, then he reminds me how much I hurt him before. I don’t know. I’m like... I shouldn’t even be thinking about him like that.”  (Belly)

“- Come on, man. Nobody’s playing Truth or Dare right. It’s either you go big or you go home. (Steven) - Agreed. This needs to get way more Euphoria.” (Taylor)

“- Does it get any easier? (Jeremiah) - Yeah. It’s always there, you know. The pain starts to... you know, feel more like a scar that it does a scab. Like, sometimes something totally random will set you off. A song she used to play for you or,.... little yellow tree air fresheners she had in her car and the...pain just feels brand-new again. Everything goes back to normal. Eventually. Whatever the hell that means. (Cam Cameron) - Yeah, the fuck if I know.” (Jeremiah)

“- Oh, I wish you boys had gone home. (Aunt Julia) - You’re not getting us to abandon our house, Julia. (Conrad) - It’s not your house, Conrad. It won’t be mine for long, either. (Aunt Julia) - Julia, please. We have an idea, okay? (Jeremiah) - A buyer has made an offer on the house and I’ve officially accepted it. It won’t be mine for long either. The house is sold.” (Aunt Julia)

“- Jere, you don’t have to be a part of this. (Conrad) - What did I say? Just no more doing everything alone. Okay? (Jeremiah) - I’m hoping that since I got the connect from Liam, that they’ll respond by tomorrow. Okay. Well, as soon as they do, we’ll let Julia know that we have an offer she can’t refuse.” (Jeremiah)

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[justafrogandherumbrella]

Welcome to Nowhere: In Our Midst

It takes you an unfortunate amount of time to find Bianca. And of course, when you do find her, she’s not even inside the school. You find her seated inside an empty living room inside one of the many, tiny pink houses in Dispassion. She’s surrounded by people- one of whom being Felicity.  You would question why she’s here- but you don’t want to waste any time. So instead,  you explain your predicament, despite the audience. 

“Yeah…” Bianca mutters once you finish, looking grave. “That checks out. I’ve known about his ‘consequence’ rooms for a while now, but I don’t know how to get to them. No one really does.”

“Wait,” you say, confused. “Then what was up with that elevator thing earlier? Where were you going?”

“I was going back home,” she says matter-of-factly, as if that makes any sense. “Our house is connected to the building.”

“How?”

“I dunno,” Bianca shrugs. “Doesn’t really matter, does it? As far as I know, the elevators lead to other floors, and other important buildings. There’s a button that’ll take you here, to the school, too.”

“Uhm- Rue, right?” A petite, soft-spoken girl with a rosebush-head steps forward, in front of the much taller Lucas. 

“Yup, that’s me,” you say, wringing your hands together anxiously. 

“Right, we’ve met before, but I wanted to make sure,” she whispers. “I’m Ava, Lucas’ twin. Anyways- you’re worried about your friend, right?”

“Yes, I want to go rescue them- as soon as possible.”

“Well, maybe we shouldn’t becau-”

“We shouldn’t?” Felicity, who had been holding Ava’s hand up until now, lets go. “Why do you say that?”

“Well if you would let me finish,” Ava scoffs, still managing to sound… gentle, you guess? “We don’t want to start a big conflict with Mr.Rotary right now, especially since-” she stops, looking alarmed. “Since something.”

“What does that mean?” Caitlyn asks, wrinkling her rabbit nose. 

“Well, I don’t know,” Ava says in wonder, bringing her hand to her forehead. “I know there was something…”

“The reset,” you say, causing everyone’s heads to turn.

Felicity is glaring at you. 

“What do you mean by that?” Lucas asks, crossing his arms. 

Felicity answers before you do. “It’s something Mr.Rotary does, to keep us in line.”

“Excuse me?” Bianca says suspiciously. “And how would you know that?”

“Jerrell told me! Look, I can explain, I promise!”

“Then explain.”

“Resets are basically Mr. Rotary using our contracts to make us forget any information that he feels threatened by us knowing. Jerrell doesn’t reset because of his… special relationship with him. Jerrell told me.” 

“Hmmmn… Bianca mutters, still looking suspicious. “I suppose that would explain some things…”

“Uhm,” Ollie, the one with the floating blue eye above their neck, steps forward, raising their hand. “No offense, Felicity, but why would Jerrell tell you that?”

She shrugs. “I don’t remember.”

“Felicity…” Ava speaks softly, looking hurt. “Why wouldn’t you tell me this before anyone else?”

“I’m sorry but I-”

“You guys?” You say, growing frustrated. “Can we please focus on rescuing Gia? I don’t want to leave them there…”

“I thought Ava said that was a bad idea?” Felicity says, scratching her head.

“Well,” Ollie says. “Maybe it is- but she doesn’t have to be involved.”

Bianca turns her head to look at them.  “Sounds like you might have an inkling of a plan. Please, tell us.”

“Felicity, you probably won’t like this,” they say, nodding at the dog-girl. 

“Then I’m not gonna do it, obviously,” she sneers, looking irritated.

“Please just hear me out. Felicity, you’re known to be a bit of a goody-two-shoes, so if you could ‘report’ a few of us to the principal, and tell her that Rue here needs to do their job and… I dunno, punish us or something,”

“Why did you think I would be so against that?”

“Not important,” Ollie says, blinking their eye. “Rue, you should say that for your punishment, you’ll need to take us outside for something, and then we can sneak into the office to find Gia. Since no one expects us to be there- no one will be keeping an eye on us.”

Bianca nods. “Good idea- definitely better than the one I had.”

“What’s your idea?” Jenny- who had been unusually quiet until now, asks. 

“I have no ideas- that’s why I said Ollie’s idea was better.”

“Oooooh, got it!” Jenny says, holding out finger guns. “That checks out.”

“I should probably be one of us who ‘gets in trouble’” Bianca says thoughtfully. “That way I can show you where the elevator in my house is, and we won’t have to go through the front door.”

“I’ll go too!” Jenny says, bouncing on her toes. 

“Me too,” says Lucas. “This is probably enough people. We’ll be caught easier if there’s too many of us.”

Bianca nods. “Okay, Felicity, you should start walking to the school first so-”

“Wait!” Felicity protests. “I never said I want to do this!”

“Do you want to do this?”

“... Fine.”

After Felicity leaves the house and heads in the direction of the school, your group gives her a bit of a head start. Once she’s out of sight, you, Bianca, Jenny, and Lucas walk through the desert-town until you reach Dispassion High School.  Once inside, you leave the three friends, so as to look like you have nothing to do with them. Not long after, the principal comes storming towards you from around the hall’s curve, three bored looking skippers and one smug looking Felicity in tow.

“Rue!” She shouts, wagging her finger at you as soon as she reaches you. “These three were skipping class just on the other side of the hall, and you didn’t even notice!”

“Oh!” You cry out, pretending to take her seriously. “I am so sorry ma’am. I was… taking a smoke break. Here, please allow me to amend my mistake. I will punish them myself.”

“Tch- how unprofessional. I’ll let you off the hook for now- but do better from here on out. It’s not just your ass on the line you know.” She sighs, looking a little defeated. “What did you have in mind to punish these miscreants?”

“I’d like to take them out into the- uhm- desert heat, and uh- make them run laps! And then run all the way back here when I say they’re done!”

“... very well. Felicity?”

“Hmmn?”

“I’d like to have a bit of a word with you.”

“Me, why?”

“I’ll tell you in a moment- what are you four still doing here?” She waves her hand at you, gesturing for you to leave. “Shoo!”

And so begins your (third?) trek through the empty, desert town in these past few… brief chunks of existence? It’s awfully hard to describe just how short or long a period of not-time is when there’s no way to measure these moments. You want to say hours, but you have no real idea of what that means anymore. You would bring it up, but asking questions about time has always proved useless, no matter who you ask. Instead you keep your thoughts to yourself, pondering in silence while the rest of the group talks until you reach the manor. 

“Welp, here we are,” Bianca says dryly. “My pa’- the mayor, is probably at his deeply neglected office right now, so we shouldn’t have to worry about sneaking past him.” The screen on her TV head flickers from the image it was displaying before- a grainy video of migrating geese- and changes once again to noise, and her now ever-familiar soft static starts to play. 

“This way to the elevator,” she says, swinging open the door and stepping into the mansion. 

You, Lucas, and Jenny follow Bianca through the twisted-labyrinth that is her home in complete silence, as if you are afraid of breaking her concentration. It’s a strange thought to have- she lives here, after all. She doesn’t need to focus much to get around her own home… That being said, there is something about this house that makes it particularly stressful to be in. 

“Alright, here we are,” Bianca says as you reach the end of a hall which you’ve never been in. Sure enough, there’s a silver elevator, waiting for you. 

Lucas is the first to enter. Then Jenny and Bianca. You are the last to enter, still a little lost in thought.

There is only one button in the elevator, so naturally, it’s the one Bianca presses. The elevator goes down, rather than up. You were expecting it to go to the side, since the office building is so far away. But no, it goes straight down. How does that make any sense? Dispassion Offices can’t possibly be under Bianca’s house if it’s above ground. And yet, you just keep going down, and down, and down further still. 

Ding. 

The door opens, and Mr. Rotary stands on the other side, waiting. 

Bianca leaps back, shocked. You freeze. What is he doing here?!

“What? What’s going on?” Jenny asks, trying to peer over your shoulders. She shoves past you, only to freeze in her tracks. “Oh. Fuck.”

“And to think you really thought you could deceive me,” Mr. Rotary scolds, shaking his head. “I really am disappointed, especially with you, R… Ru…” he falters pointing at you.

“It’s Rue-”

“Ah! Yes! Ruby! I am very disappointed in you. What a shame. As for you,” he scowls, looking down at Bianca. “I expect this much from you. I don’t know how many times I’m going to have to teach you this lesson young lady.” He sighs, about to say something more, but is stopped by the ringing of his telephone. “Hello?” He asks, picking it up off his head. “Yes, yes, I’ll be there right away.” He brings the phone away from himself for a moment and scowls at you. “I’ll deal with you all later.” He pushes a button on the elevator, and the doors shut. You start to ascend, back to Bianca’s house, you assume. 

The group is silent, but then you start to hear something. A whisper, in the static. 

“Rue, don’t react,” it says. “It’s just me, Bianca. No one else can hear me right now.”

You almost nod- but stop yourself at the last moment.“There was no way he could have known about us coming. We were too far out of range for him to pick up on us formulating our plan, and no one else knew about our plan,” she explains. “The only people who knew were me, you, Ollie, Jenny, Lucas, Ollie, Ava, Caitlyn, and Felicity.  Ten people- who all agreed to the plan. One of them must have told.” She stops, going silent for a moment. “I fear there may be a traitor in our midst.”

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[tinyhousegirl]

Astro - Chapter Seven

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Rooster had no clue how the hell they were both alive. But he did have a general understanding that he was probably going to die in this museum piece of a fighter jet with his Uncle at the helm.

They had both made it out of the forest in a F-14, but now they were being chased by the bandits, and Bradley couldn’t get the old jet’s radio to work. All he had was his emergency beacon, but there was no indication that anybody was coming to help them. For now, they were dodging and weaving through the air avoiding the inevitable. 

Bradley had two thoughts on his mind when he touched down in the snow. One - he was an idiot. And two - her eyes. He didn’t want to forget those baby blue eyes. Or her lips. Or the way she smiled at him like the world didn’t matter. Oh yeah, Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw was an idiot. A lovesick idiot.

Their jet banking brought him back to the very real reality they were currently in. These bandits were  quick, and this old bird was not equipped to fight against them. But he could still see her eyes every time he blinked.

“Hey Mav?” Bradley mumbled.

Maverick turned the jet upwards, dodging the plane flying at him. “Yeah?” He said in a strained voice. His hands were deathly white under his gloves hanging on to the yoke. 

“There’s, uh, no time like the present and I’m worried I won’t get to ask you before we die-”

“What Rooster?” He snapped.

“Can I ask Taylor to marry me?” The plane lurched as Maverick’s grip loosened momentarily. “I bought a ring, it’s in my chest pocket right now. Has been for months.” 

“Are you seriously asking me that, right now?” He said incredulously.

“Bogey, two o’clock, shit!” The jet lurched again, causing Rooster to grunt. “I’m trying not to focus on our explosive death in the air, so yeah, I am asking right now!” 

Maverick angled the plane down, finally locking on one of the jets. He fired, and the missile connected.

“Splash One!” Rooster cheered, looking around for the other jet while continuing on with his awkward monologuing. “Look, Mav, I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you through. I know you were just trying to protect me, protect her. I took Goose away from you for all of these years, and I’m really sorry. I’ve done a lot of stupid shit that I’m not proud of, but if there’s one thing you and I will agree on, it’s how much we both love your daughter. And she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I’ll be damned if I make it out of this alive and don’t marry her.”

“Rooster, if I say yes will you shut up?” Maverick snapped, but his heart was so full. Bradley was the only person he’d ever let his daughter marry if he had any choice in the matter. God, if Goose could see his kid right now. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that question since you two were babies. Now find that goddamn plane so I can go hug my kid.”

Rooster nodded, relief flooding his system. He was more determined to get home now. 

—

The deck became an eerie and quiet place of mourning. Six pilots were gathered around one jet on the tarmac, holding each other together as the events of the mission caught up to them. Taylor was still in her cockpit with Jake leaning at the top of the ladder, neither having moved since the others joined around the base of her plane. Taylor had long since stopped crying, but she didn’t have the energy to move, despite the orders to vacate the deck. None of her team moved either.

She felt so numb. But she couldn’t blame Bradley. She’d have turned around, too. But god, it hurt to be on this end of that decision. They were all gone. Her heart ached. Three burials in a week. And she didn’t even have bodies for two of them. God, what was she going to tell Penny? Amelia? Sarah? How was she supposed to leave them out there and live out the rest of her life? 

She wanted so badly to go back to a time before the Navy, back to Maverick and Carole raising her and Bradley up in San Diego. She wanted to see her mother’s face, not through photographs and fading memories of her smile. She wanted swim nights at Ice’s house, when her and Ice’s kids would sneak booze and boys into the pool while both of their fathers were flying across the world. She wanted to hear Bradley’s disapproving teenage voice as he caught them sneaking out, but would ultimately join them on their late nights in the California heat. Before Carole died. Before his papers were pulled. Before their little family fractured for a decade. She wanted them all back so bad.

Suddenly, the deck seemed to roar to life. Someone was running to their planes, pointing at his helmet frantically. Hangman noticed, and quickly patched his fighter helmet into Astro’s comm port. 

“Dagger Spares, do you copy?”

“This is Dagger Spare Two, I copy.”

Dagger Spares One and Two, you are cleared to run cover fire. One bogey chasing a friendly, 100 miles out. Dagger Spare One and Two, do you copy?”

He lit up at the order. “Taylor!” Jake yelled repeatedly as he grabbed her face, forcing her head out of the clouds. She hadn’t moved in over an hour, but he needed her here now. They needed her here. “Power up, we gotta go!”

She gazed up at him like a deer caught in the headlights, trying to make out what his lips were saying through the dark clouds that had filled her head.

“They’re alive!” He screamed over the sound of their jet blast deflectors raising off the deck and adrenaline flooded her veins. “Come back to me, Astro!”

They’re dead. They’re dead. They’re dead - they’re alive?

Hangman shoved her helmet back onto her head haphazardly and slid down the ladder. Their friends had abandoned the deck as the jets were unpinned from the tarmac. Jake rushed to his plane, beginning the start up sequence. He looked over at his wingman who was still moving so sluggish. He was going regardless if she was coming or not. 

“Taylor, look at me!” The dark haired pilot snapped to him. “I need you with me. We’re gonna bring them home, you hear me?” She finally swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded, flicking her engines on. Jake smiled as she tugged her helmet on properly. “That’s my wingman.”

“Dagger Spares, do you copy?”

“This is Dagger Spare One, I copy. Starting engine warmup sequence now.” Her voice was hoarse but determined. She needed to be airborne as soon as she was cleared.

“Dagger Spare Two, engine warmup sequence now.” Hangman repeated his motions back to the tower as well. The pair of jets gave their calls simultaneously until they heard their all clear orders.

Astro felt the force of her jet rocketing across the deck until all that was below her was water. She banked towards the heading she was given, with Hangman on her tail.

—

Rooster confirmed the second plane had fallen, and for the first time in hours Maverick could breathe. Now all he had to do was get them home. But his sensors lit up with a warning signal, and they both knew that sound. When Rooster couldn’t find the jet, Maverick did. They were out of guns, had no missiles, and there was no way to outrun the 5th gen fighter coming straight at them.

He instructed Rooster to pull his ejection handle as soon as he told him to, and Rooster fought back. 

“I’m not leaving you again!” Rooster cried, the ever so slight childlike fear in his voice.

The plane continued its lock on them as Maverick flew up, defeat in his teary eyes. “I’m so sorry, Goose.”

He was expecting the hit. The rocket that hit him in his F-18 had blown the rear of the jet completely off. He had no clue how he was able to eject. But this was an F-14. There was no way this beauty would hold long enough for either of them to eject properly. 

He was expecting the hit.

Instead he heard an explosion farther away, and an F-18 swerved around their plane in a downward spiral. He began hearing two other voices in his headset.

“I had him, Astro!” Hangman cried. He swung the nose of his jet around the fireball that was the remnants of the bandit, begrudgingly turning his weapons system off. “You stole that from me!”

“That’s for stealing my kill over Iraq!” Astro sassed, recalling his kill in the air on an assignment they flew together years ago that she and every other living creature had heard about a million times now. “Finally got revenge for all that gloating, sucker.” 

“Whatever.” He cleared his throat. “Attention, ladies and gentlemen, this is your savior speaking. Please fasten your seatbelts, turn your tray tables into the locked and upright positions. And prepare for landing!” Hangman announced happily, and Rooster couldn’t help but smile and laugh.

The F-18s flanked towards the F-14 that was smoking ever so slightly. “Astro to Maverick, do you copy? Dad?” 

The two heads in the old jet turned to her as she inched closer to their side. She got close enough to see the familiar helmet designs on both of them. The pilot in the front waved. She smiled in relief. “Loud and clear, Astro. Thanks for the save.” 

“You guys alright?” Hangman asked on the other side of them. 

“A little banged up but can’t complain too much.” Maverick replied, and Taylor sighed again. 

“Good, cause Astro’s gonna kick both of your asses when we land.” Hangman remarked as he veered off. “I’ll see you back on deck with the popcorn.”

The two jets left in formation idled slowly back to the carrier. Astro didn’t dare to leave them out of her sight again. She took a onceover of their jet as they flew in slowly. The F-14 looked like Swiss cheese, had no missiles, and the underbelly was ruined. It was a miracle it was still flying. “You’re littered in bullet holes, Mav. Jesus. Looks like you’re missing the landing gear and hook, too.” 

“We had a rough takeoff.” Her father mumbled. “Rooster back here was screaming like a chipmunk.”

“Well, that’s a sight I would’ve paid to see. Once we get closer, switch to channel four and they’ll get you landed.” She relayed the information from the tower that she had been receiving. With the carrier fully in sight now, Taylor could finally let out a ragged breath. They still had to land but if anything went wrong in between, they were close enough for help to get them. 

“Maverick is downwind. No front landing gear, no tail hook. Pull the cable and raise the barricade.” Maverick instructed the tower. She could see the tiny people running around the deck after Hangman’s jet landed.

“Dagger Spare One, call the ball.” She needed to land before they could prep to catch the F-14.

“Hey, Astro!” Maverick jolted her out of her thoughts.

“Yes, sir?” She peered over at their jet, meeting eyes with her father.

“You know what time it is?”

“Wait, really?” He nodded. Taylor smiled to herself, pressing her comm button down giddily. “Dagger Spare One to Tower, requesting flyby.” 

“Negative, Dagger Spare. The pattern is full. Get your wheels on the ground.” 

“Ah, sorry Tower, you cut out! I think that was a yes.” Maverick snickered at her sassy response, just as dramatic and unruly as he was. “I’ll follow your lead, Captain.”

“Wait, what’s happeni-WOAH.” Rooster exclaimed as both Maverick and Astro hit the afterburners on their respective jets, flying in formation around the carrier tower. She felt the roar of their engines in her chest, the sound barrier bursting behind her as she stayed tight with the F-14. She’d never get tired of this feeling.

—

As soon as their jet crashed down on the deck, she was releasing her canopy. She scrambled out in a rush, watching dozens of other people run towards the two pilots just escaping the wreck. Hangman waited in front of her jet for her.

“Taylor!” Jake screamed as she jumped excitedly in his arms. She couldn’t stop the giddy laugh coming out of her mouth as he swung her around. “That’s my wingman!” Their reunion was short as they both took off for the crowd.

Taylor pushed through the many, many bodies, finally spotting the short black hair of her father. “Maverick!” She cried.

Maverick turned as she jumped into his arms. “Hey, Taylor, I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m so proud of you.” He cooed into her hair, running his hand along her back reassuringly. “Nice shooting up there!”

“Don’t you ever do that again, you hear me?” She tried to sound stern but her voice cracked, so she leaned back and smacked his chest to make her point. She was so damn relieved to see him on solid ground.

“I’d do it again for him in a heartbeat.” He whispered and watched tears prick his daughter’s eyes. “He’s okay, too, sweetheart. Go find him.”

Taylor continued to the other end of the F-14, not yet able to spot the tall brunet. “Rooster!?” She yelled into the crowd. God damn, there had to be at least fifty people celebrating. She finally found Hangman again, with Phoenix standing by, who both saw the distressed look on her face. Jake didn’t say anything as he pointed to her right, and she finally saw him. “Bradley!”

“Taylor?” He had only one face he desperately needed to see once he jumped out of the jet. He had been searching frantically when he heard her voice, and finally saw her running. Like clockwork, she leapt into his arms and swung her legs around him, his hands finding her lower back to steady them both. He could feel her shaking in his arms. “I’m okay. I’m okay, baby.” “Are you sure?” She leaned back, taking note of a new scratch on his face which only sent her careening more towards the edge. “God, Bradley. You scared the hell out of me.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I love you, I love you, I love you!” He kissed her gently, taking in her scent that he thought he’d never smell again. His favorite combination of sweat, grease, and lavender. She kissed back, the tears she had tried to keep back falling down her cheek. “I got you something.” He mumbled into her lips.

Taylor let her head fall backwards with a laugh. “Did the F-14 come with a SkyMail catalog? How did you manage to blow up your plane and go shopping at the same time, Roo?”

“I’m great at multitasking, babe.” He fidgeted with one of his pockets, lowering his voice. “Look, our life together has been pretty tough, all thanks to me, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned from all of this, it’s that you’re my one constant that keeps me flying straight. No matter what country or elevation we’re at, you’re always going to be my home. All I could think about up there was how I wanted you forever. If I ever saw you again, I’d make sure I had you forever.” Suddenly his hand produced a black box and Taylor gasped quietly.

Phoenix was watching her two friends reunite with a happy smile until she saw the box, and instantly smacked Bob and Hangman who were celebrating next to her. The trio turned to the commotion, as other pilots and personnel noticed. 

“I bought it a week after I deployed last time. I couldn’t live without you.” Bradley stepped backwards so he could bend down, opening the box softly as he did to reveal the most stunning diamond ring. “Taylor ‘Astro’ Mitchell, would you do me the honor of marrying me?”

He barely had time to finish the question before she jumped on him, nodding through happy tears as the deck around them exploded in more celebration. 

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