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pillsburysoyboy · 1 year
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reblog this and tell me about the most beautiful place in your home country you've ever been to
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etheries1015 · 4 months
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Bestie yk that Yuu begins their friendship with Malmal because sir was roaming around old buildings right? Imagine Yuu starting a friendship with Malmal simply because of boredom. Class was soooo boring so Yuu decided to just chat with the person near them, which was Malleus.
You don't care if he's the next king of Briar Valley, if you're bored then entertainment is THE priority.
YES I LOVE THIS OSDLFSHEESFLS what better entertainment than the Fae prince himself?
Imagine You, sitting at your desk listening to another long and strenuous lecture that had not managed to keep your attention, doodling not even being able to satiate your boredem. So, what's the next best thing? Bother your deskmate, of course. You noticed him a few times; a rather tall fellow with long black horns and eyes as captivating as pure emeralds and ears pointed unlike a typical human. You always thought perhaps he had an affinity for theatrics- the way he seldom spoke up. At times you thought he hadn't even been a student at the school- the teachers never seemed to call his name during roll call (Of course it was because everybody already knew the esteemed prince of the land of faeries.) You know what they say, right? Always befriend and be nice to the quiet kid in school. So, out of boredom and curiosity, You tapped his shoulder.
"Hey," You whispered, The tall man with pointed ears started at the sudden contact before turning his head to look at you peculiarly. Without as much as an answer, you began to ask your question.
"Are those real? Your horns?" He seemed to pout at this only for a split second before confusion and offense seemed to mix into his (rather beautiful) features. He tilted his head before seemingly deciding on something in his mind, leaning over to take another look at you.
"Is that a genuine question, child of man? Are you, what they say, 'pulling my leg'?" He asked. You almost laughed at loud at the pompous way of speech he took on, and immediately knew you would be thoroughly entertained by this man. You found it...almost incredibly attractive, the way his silky deep voice spoke in a victorian royalty kind of way. You let out a quiet chuckle and with a raised eyebrow you leaned against your desk with a hand propping up your head as your elbow lay firm against the wood.
"Well, as far as I'm aware I'm as genuine as one can be," You smiled, "I'm (y/n), what's your name?" Another question that colored him mildly bewildered yet incredibly inquisitive at your pure ignorance of who you sat next to. Malleus opened his mouth to answer, yet found himself closing it a couple times while contemplating revealing the truth. Perhaps this person was genuinely in the dark about his status and position, and he did not want to miss the chance to converse with someone who willingly wanted to hold relations with him. Thus, he bit his tongue and turned it into a game.
"My name doesn't matter," He said, "How about you choose one for me?" You raised both of your eyebrows and bit your bottom lip attempting to hold back a roar of laughter, you truly had found one interesting fellow to introduce yourself to.
"Alright...how about...hm..." You studied his person before snapping their fingers in revelation. "Hornton!" They said it almost too loud, and the professor quickly chastised them for speaking during the lecture. Malleus gave you a fond smile and nodded, turning back to the teacher resuming the boring lecture that took place.Your boredom showed no bounds, however, and you decided to hand Malleus little doodles with silly notes through the end of the period. Malleus did not reciprocate these notes, for royalty need not indulge in such silly idiocracy, yet the least he could do was appreciate your attentiveness to the prince. Once the bell rang and marked the end of the period, you collected your things and held out your hand to the tall prince.
"I decided you're my new friend! Here's to our long-lasting friendship, hornton!" Malleus's eyes widened in shock, standing and staring down at your...incredibly trusting and naïve smile before his shoulders shook in laughter. Nodding and holding his hand to reciprocate your gesture of kindness, he shook it earnestly.
"Indeed. I look forward to our...friendship." He watched as you skipped away and out of the room to your next class, Malleus gathering the silly little notes he now called his treasures and shuffling them into his pocket.
He suddenly found himself becoming excited for next day's boring lecture.
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supermarketbae · 1 month
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hi! did u miss meeee😇 can we have missionary sex, dom billy takes full control of sub reader. He kisses her tears away, praising her for taking his big cock, lots of wet sounds and billy just pounding u into the bed. Thank you🥰🥰🥰
DUH ofc I did love! Grrrrr I’m on my monthly and this isn’t helping my intense forever hornyness so WELLPPP-
Well Aren’t You Pretty?
warnings: dom!Billy, sub reader, manhandling, light choking, p in v, praise, degradation, dirty talk, reader is fem, dumbification, slight breeding kink, idk what else tell me if I missed sum (not formatted bc it’s me also the pic is not meant to represent readers skin tone I Js think it’s pretty)
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Your brain was simply melted. Scorched even. You felt like warm honey was trailing slowly down your spine covering your supple body as your boyfriend, Billy, kissed and suckled on your neck as he whispered filthy things in your ear that had you clenching your thighs together in need. “You’re quite warm.” Came the cool low drawl. You shiver as Billy smirks down at you, lips slowly parting to reveal sharp incisors which he darts his tongue across. The room felt sticky, like a humid summers day and as Billy’s ocean colored eyes look down at you, you huff softly, eyebrows furrowing as he climbs on top of you. “I wonder why that would be.” You coo back smiling impish as Billy takes a strong hand to your cheek, caressing your skin before tilting your chin up and kissing you on your lips fiercely.
“Fuckin’ brat” comes the ever quick reply. Billy’s deep voice never failed to strike a cord of arousal deep in your belly. You wiggle your hips suggestively as you scrunch your nose “You love me though.” You say it as a statement because you know it’s true. Billy shakes his head in amusement, a true smile gracing his tanned face as he nods kissing you once more. You giggle as strands of his sun kissed blonde hair tickle at your face. As much as he’d hate to admit, you have Billy wrapped around your manicured finger.
But, as he dragged his finger down the valley of your perky boobs you keen softly looking up at him with pleading doe eyes as your lashes flutter sultrily. “That shuts you up every. Fuckin’. Time.” Billy bites warmly in your ear. His muscular thighs caging you in hotly pressed against him. Shaking, you look up at him submissively, biting your lip as he grins meanly, placing his mouth inches from yours as he ghosts “And I fucking love it too.” You whine at this, bucking your hips up into his trying for any form of reaction. You get it. Billy licks a strip of your neck “I want words sweetheart.” He sighs and you can feel a bulge as you buck your hips up again.
“Stop teasing” you stutter voice pitchy. Billy chuckles darkly at your writhing whines, wincing as your breathy voice sends heat shooting to his nearing painful hard on. He was going to fuck you until you couldn’t walk he mused, lips quirking up at the thought. “You want me to stop darlin’?” he groans feigning hurt. You could tell by the timbre in his voice that he was going to play you until you broke. “N-uh-No!” You protest quickly and you’re fast to realize your mistake as Billy’s eyes darken in possessiveness. You gasp turns reedy as Billy slips a hand into your shorts index finger rubbing sharp circles into your clit in a way he knows short circuits your brain. “Then want do you want doll?” Billy drags out the pet name innocently. You know what he wants. And you know what you need, so you swallow your pride and beg. “Puh-ah- please fuck me Billy.” Your soft cry has him groaning as he feels a distinctive drool of his cock. “Well aren’t you a pretty little thing” Billy whispers as his large hands grip your waist-much to your delight- as he pulls you down closer to him.
“Gonna fuck you so good sweetheart,” Billy smiles kissing your cheek as your back bows and you arch up into him moaning at his words. “Such good fuckin’ manners,” he continues nipping at your collarbone. “And good manners deserve a reward huh?” He growls as his right hand snakes to your neck addictively. You claw at his bicep holding him as his fingers slip into your gushing cunt. “Bills-ah-Billy please I need it” you whimper, the soft nickname not passing Billy’s ears.
“Such a greedy little pussy hmm?” At this snarky regard Billy thrusts his fingers quickly in and out of your throbbing hole. Mewling you shudder, red nails creating crescents in his golden skin. “Baby please I-oh fuckkk~” your eyes roll while your hips instinctively attempt to cant closed. Billy’s grip on your calf stops this however as he guides your shorts and panties down quickly to have better access to your sloppy cunt. You blush, mouth forming into an oh as Billy’s eyes glaze at the sight-and sound of him working his thick fingers into your tight core.
“Such a good fucking girl,” Billy mumbles husky, as the wet sounds of your glistening heat reach his perked ears, Billy inhales shakily and starts to rut his hips into the mattress as your eyes turn hazy and tear filled from pleasure. “Billy!” Your voice is breathier still and much higher, but the way you say his name has him moaning yours back lowly. “Look at this darlin’ she’s practically leaking for me.” Billy coos referring to your pussy, one hand still placed over your hips holding you down.
As your hole gives a telling repeated flutter he grins evilly and you whine so close to cumming on his fingers. “Are you gonna cum for me doll?” Billy asks deep voice adding to the tight coil in your tummy. You nod vigorously, opening your mouth to speak but only a strangled little sigh slips out. “The only way you’re going to be doing that-” you nearly wail as Billy pulls out his coated fingers, cunt clenching as he brings them to his outstretched tongue to lick them clean. “Is if your creaming on my cock sweetheart.” He finishes. You can’t help but to let out a small keen at his words. You can feel them in your chest clawing their way to your heart and squeezing. Maybe that’s why your heart skips a beat as he pulls down his boxers teasingly slow.
Billy’s head cocks back as the flushed head of his red, weeping dick hits the cool air. You stare at it unabashed and wanting as you trail your eyes up the veins to his glistening slit. “See something you want?” Comes Billy’s forward teasing lilt. Nonetheless though, he grins eyes flashing as you nod needily and whimper for him to rail you. He quirks his brow at your panting silence, so you gasp out “please put it in—ah!” Your indignant plea is cut short with a squeal as he thrusts into you easily and to the hilt.
You cry softly as Billy’s hips piston into yours fast. It felt so good— the rhythmic push of his hips into yours. And as you whimpered and pulsed around his girth Billy let out a loud groan, much to the delight of your cunt that continues to gush around him and tighten warmly. “Feel so-oh fuck—s-so fuckin’ good” Billy slurs into you as his eyes screw shut tightly before opening once more. You relish in the way the corn flower blue of his iris’ are hidden by his blown pupils. The pussy drunk look on his face matched a similar look of pleasure that was upon yours. 
“Always look so gorgeous crying on my dick baby~” Billy murmurs to you hotly as he bites the bottom of your ear, the sting was gentle, shocking you back from the hazy state your mind was in. You gave an appreciative moan and clench around him, your voice betraying you. “So—mmm-so big Billy-ah- make me feel so—so good.” You squeak out. Billy’s drunken grin widens at your praise and he somehow ruts even faster into you. Your body goes slack yet stiff at this your hands clawing into the sheets as well as Billy’s back attempting to anchor yourself to something— anything comforting as your hole is abused again and again. At some point your thighs must have closed again because suddenly it all stops.
Your brain is moving slow and out of focus, like you took a picture and forgot to zoom back in. You’re highly aware of Billy’s strong, warm hands tracing down your figure. You arch into them for comfort until you realize their sinister task. You yelp as his Billy growls lifting one of your legs to his shoulder holding you spread wide for him to do whatever the hell he wants to you.
Billy wants to ruin you.
You can see it in his eyes as his face drops closer to yours. The intensity of his gaze has you shutting your eyes but now gripping onto his shoulders as he gyrates his hips into a slow grind. A slurred moan melts out of you as Billy’s hand, once again finds its place at your neck. “Eyes on me pretty girl.” Billy commands evenly. Immediately your eyes snap open, your brows still pinched. In this position, he was so much deeper, rubbing against a spot that had you seeing stars.
“fuck me~” is all you can choke out whimpering so soft it’s barely audible, but Billy hears you. He complies with a slow deep thrust that has you, again clinging to his bulky biceps. “Right there huh?” Billy groans as you arch up into him “yeahhh right there sweetheart—f-fuck— I can feel this tight little cunt milking me.” He whines into your ear. The only thought in your brain is Billy, and as he fucks you hard and deep, it’s the only thing your brain is tuning into. You inhale shakily when you realize you’ve forgotten to breathe.
Billy swipes his thumb over your lip as you drool, tongue stuck slightly out from the overwhelming pleasure you feel. “Yes—ah-oh fuck please please I-harder!” Your voice warbles pornographically. Your eyes roll back as the tightened hotness in your belly nears snapping. You’re so very, very, close.
“Please-Nuh—no don’t stop-m-‘m gonna c-uh!” Your confusing mewls spur Billy on as his abs tighten he gives an answering shuddering gasp “wouldn’t—ah- wouldn’t dream of it darlin’” he rasps. Billy doesn’t hold back as he moans “come on—mmm- cum on this cock, s-show me how good I make you feel love.” And at the pet name you shatter the tightened coil of arousal in your belly finally snapping, oh so addictively. You attempt to thrash, but are held still by Billy’s arms caging around your body.
The way your warm velvety walls clench around Billy’s leaking cock is enough to send him over the edge as well moaning your name as he spills into you dribbling, as he continues to fuck his cum back in. As he continues to move, you grab his long hair pulling his face to yours as you kiss his plump, bitten lips needily. A few sloppy thrusts later, Billy’s hips still and you pull away breathless from the hot and heavy kiss. Happy and totally satisfied in Billy’s larger body atop of yours.
“You alright?” Comes the now loving drawl of your boyfriend as a dopey smile spreads across your face. You merely giggle, snuggling closer into his arms as you nod “Just peachy.” You snicker. A responding chuckle into your shoulder tells you that Billy heard your silly antics. “I don’t think I remember my name.” You mutter.
You’re only half serious.
Billy kisses your cheek before nipping your collarbone one last time “Then I definitely fucked your brains out doll.”
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daddy-heather-dunbar · 2 months
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hi!! i love the melissa x inexperienced reader fics so i was wondering if you could write one where reader eats mel out for the first time and mel guides her through it, then maybe rewards her after 🥺 just think that would be cute x
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Like A Strawberry
Melissa Schemmenti x inexperinced!reader
warning(s): smut, language, praise, food play, inexperinced!reader, pleasuring an absolute goddess...
WC: ~2.5k
Taking your class to the museum was always your favorite trip of the year. Watching the kids tilt their heads when they didn't understand a painting or point out small details you missed always warmed your heart, but this year your eyes were often on your girlfriend Melissa. She was like a magnet, her kids holding onto her hand or following close behind as she talked about each piece. You laughed, there was no need for a museum guide, Melissa was able to talk through all things the Philadelphia Museum of Art and soon she disappeared going to the next room.
"Hey," Janine came up behind you, tone much too cheery for 11am in the morning but you wished you had her energy. "Any of your kids need to use the restroom? I'm assembling a group." Suddenly the few kids you had left raised their hands, jumping to the sky and a chorus of “meeeeee" started.
"Looks like a have a few for you," You smiled waving your kids over towards Janine as they followed her out the room.
Once the sound of little sneakers left, the room felt too quiet, but you realized you were left alone with Georgia O’Keeffe’s "From the Lake No.3" in front of you. It was such a large painting with so many currents of delicate colors it was hard not to get lost in it.
"O'Keeffe," Melissa's smooth voice flowed from behind you. A smile blossomed on your lips as she moved beside you, her pinky ghosting against yours until she took it with your own. Looking around, you checked for the presence of no kids, and she let out a small laugh. "It's just you and me, Barb promised to keep the coast clear for two minutes."
You laughed at the precision and leaned over kissing her cheek before Melissa turned kissing you. Her hands wrapped around your waist and when you pulled away you were panting--wanting more. Settling your sight back on the canvas, you hoped it would calm you but then you saw it. To be honest you saw vaginas in all of Georgia's work, probably thanks to your TikTok deep dives, but probably because you had the most gorgeous woman you knew next to you.
"Do you see that?" you whispered pressing yourself into Melissa and she held you tight. She smirked before she raised an eyebrow back at the painting.
"Ehh, not as much as the flower paintings but it’s there," You looked at the painting closer, the light iron oxide transitioning into a soft peach, the peach transitioning into valleys of black and coming to light as blues. The speckles almost seemed like the rewards of a release well-earned and suddenly you were blushing.
"What's going on pretty girl?" Melissa teased, her voice lowering making the ache you felt no better.
"No flirting, we only have 45 more seconds." She brushed your hair from your face, her fingers ghosting behind your ear before she leaned in.
"Then tell me, what has your cheeks so hot sweet girl?" You squeezed your legs together trying to stop the feeling she was so good at pulling out in you. It was intoxicating how one moment things were so sweet and the next you wanted nothing but to be glued to her. It was your first relationship where you wanted to be intimate with someone and the rush of feelings and trying to describe them was difficult. Still Melissa had her sweet ways of coaxing them out of you and her way of making you feel comfortable to explore. So...an idea that had been lingering made its way to the front of your mind as you stared at the sensual shapes.
"I want to try something with you..." Melissa pulled back, her eyes darkening and not leaving your own, even as her fingers played with the edge of your shirt. "I want to--" you looked around again before leaning into Melissa's ear. "Taste you." You pulled back, heart pounding and you thought you might pass out at Melissa's non-response. She stared wide-eyed for what felt like forever, and you thought this might be the end of you two, until her lips crashed into your own.
"Ok you two," Barbara whispered from the entranceway and you both flew apart, cheeks still flushed, and breaths labored.
"Little dove, you know where to find me at 8." And like that Melissa left you staring at the river and the rush of emotions with it.
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To say you were shaking when you pulled in outside Melissa's driveway was an understatement. You put the night into motion but eating your girlfriend out was not something you'd tried yet. Melissa hadn't even tasted you--not quite ready to bare yourself so completely for her. Still, you wanted this, wanted to feel her come undone with the touch of your tongue. You wanted to give her that.
So, you gave one last huff, steadying yourself, and remembering you still had a nagging ache at your core.
Getting out the car you knocked on her door, flowers in hand. When the door opened, you took a breath, Melissa’s hair cascading over her shoulder to the top of her black lace robe, going down to your favorite pair of leather pants.
“You—“you started but stopped as Melissa captured your lips pulling you into the house. As soon as the door closed you found yourself pinned against it--Melissa’s lips moving to your neck. The flowers dropping out your hand onto the floor as you chased her lips for more. Her fingers tangled in your hair--her firm grip exposing your neck. She took no time, nips peppering your neck as she chuckled at the way your hips jerked forward, searching for any friction. Melissa pushed you back, a whine leaving you as you stared down at her.
“Not yet sweet girl. Follow me.” She intertwined your fingers together before guiding you through the house to the kitchen. On the counter there were plates of fruit—blueberries, grapes, strawberries, and whip cream. A shy smile took over your lips and your eyes flashed to Melissa trying to see what she was up to. “Thought you might need a snack first,” Melissa kissed your cheek before jumping up on the counter and waving you over. Squinting you weren’t sure what to make of the food but you’d do anything she asked. With her red fingernails she plucked a grape from the vine as you nested yourself between her legs. “Open.”
You did as she said, the grape and her nails ghosting over your lips--your tongue chasing for the small taste of her skin as you took the piece of fruit in your mouth.
Melissa chuckled; she was enthralled by you. She could tell you were unsure of yourself, but still trying your best to relax and have fun. This time she grabbed a blueberry, and you watched her eager, wanting to taste the mix of the fruits with her. Instead of feeding it to you whole, she crushed it between her fingers, spreading the juices around your lips and cheek. You laughed and she laughed, the stickiness tickled, and you were sure she was painting your face.
“Taking some inspiration from the trip today?” you giggled until she leaned into you, her tongue tracing all the spots the blueberry had been. You sighed, feeling the hairs stand up on your neck, little fireworks firing up and down your spine until Melissa captured your lips, slipping the mushed fruit between your lips. This time it was Melissa groaning as you pulled away grabbing a strawberry of your own. “Open?” you said watching her lips spread, waiting for you to feed her until you squeezed the fruit between your fingers just like her. You expected it to be messy, but not that the juice would drip down her lips and on to her cleavage that was peeking out so perfectly for you.
“Such a messy one, aren’t you?” Melissa cooed. You leaned in chasing the droplets of juice down her chin, lapping at her silky-smooth skin. The start of a moan escaped her as you tasted the drops down her neck and her hands laced through your hair as your mouth reached the top of her breasts. Taking care and attention you licked at the sticky remnants of strawberry and became drunk with the mixture of the taste of her. Nipping at the edge of her top you needed more of her.
“Can I?” your fingers tickled the bottom of Mel’s top, and she nodded before a breathy yes came out. Melissa helped—you both tugging at the fabric that seemed like too much between you. “Fuck…” the word slipped from your mouth. Your hands reaching out immediately to cup the intoxicating shape of her breasts. Squeezing, Melissa’s head fell back, her hands resting behind her, weakly holding her up. Your thumb played with the hardening peaks that swelled as her chest rose and fell in an ever-erratic rhythm. As much as, you loved the black lace, you needed to feel Melissa, but also had some other ideas too. You leaned back and Melissa’s attention snapped back to you. “Can I take the rest off? I want to see you,” your fingers trailed down her bare stomach, little butterflies in following downwards.
Melissa nodded, words loss as anticipation took over. Small whimpers were the only thing to escape her as you hooked a finger behind her, freeing her bra from her frame, then unable to wait she did the honor of lifting her hips throwing the panties over your shoulder. She kissed you again, this time both your bodies pressing together. You both were bursting at the seams, Melissa’s pussy pressing into your core leaving her breathless, but still not enough. She whined, trying to find a rhythm that would push her over, but she failed with fury. You nipped at her lip as you pushed her shoulders back and she laid back on the counter, completely bare and waiting for you.
“Do you remember what I said in the museum?” you teased, running your hands up and down her hips feeling her soft curves, the swell of her hips then up to her waist. Melissa nodded, a pout on her lips as she watched you, hips moving up for any sort of touch. You smirked, the effect of making her speechless building your confidence, almost making you a little cocky. “Sorry, I need to hear you Mel,”
“Yes,” She moaned out, you took your hands off her. “Please?”
“What did I say I want to do?” Melissa almost looked pained and for a moment you thought about just touching her, but you knew what you had in store was better.
“You wanted to taste me,” Melissa cried out, her eyes now shut as she tried to gain some control of herself back. You chuckled, you never made her beg before and yet somehow you liked it, liked how Melissa seemed to lose it just as much—you figured there would be more time later to explore the feeling—now you really did want to taste Melissa. You could see she was glistening, her juices smearing on her thighs. She was such a treat. Grabbing the whipped cream you did a test patch right below her belly button, the noise of the nozzle moving her attention back to you.
“Yes, please sweet girl,” she cupped your cheek, guiding you to taste the sweet cream from her. The first touch of your tongue had Melissa’s head spinning. Her muscles flexing as you lapped the cream away before drawing more on. This time, you drew a heart with the cream trailing it down her stomach, her eyes locked on yours as you kept spraying the line down her body, further and further until the line finally landed on her clit. You leant forward, starting with the heart surrounding her belly button. Licking off the embodiment of your love from her freckle kissed skin. With her sight on you and small whimpers spurring you on.
A smile started to grow on your lips as you made your way down until you were flicking her clit against your tongue. She withered above you as you sucked on her plush lips. The texture and the moans from above encouragement enough. Still, you needed more and thought back to your talks of what she liked and your fingers joined your mouth. Your touch was gentle—just a test around her entrance. Her hips bucked up guiding you in.
“Please, need your fingers,” Melissa gasped, her hips rolling into your touch, and you gave her what she wanted. Inch by inch your fingers disappeared into her heat, fluttering tight around your digits. Melissa quivered, her release so close but you were enjoying the taste and feeling of her too much. With the last bit of self-control you had, you stilled—lifting to look around the counter.  Melissa gasping at the sudden loss of your tongue on her. She clawed out for you, but what you wanted to grab was already in your hand. She paused, recognition taking over her face as the strawberry dangled between your fingers.
“Are you going to be a good girl?” you said cocking your eyebrow. Melissa gave a fervent nod, laying back--a wordless witness to your games. Leaning forward, your tactile exploration of Melissa began. The crimson sweetness of the strawberry stroking along the warm skin of her thighs. You chuckled, watching the breath Melissa was holding onto—leaning down your tongue mirror the fruit’s path. Following the beautiful tableau that was your lover, your finger holding the sweet berry ebb and flow on all the little spots you love. You revived in her, the tender allure of her hips like waves beckoning you. Who were you not to follow the waves until the sweet path circled her clit.
“Please—right there honey,” Melissa exhaled, her chest barely containing her beating heart. Tracing the strawberry over her little bud, she pulsated, and you knew she was close. Your lips wrapped around the little bud and strawberry—sucking as much of her essence and the fruit together. Reaching out, Melissa interlaced your fingers. She felt weightless—an inexplicable love and warmth over taking her body as she shuddered, her back arching into your mouth as wave after wave if her release took over her. You didn’t stop, a smile painting your lips as you indulged in the juices dribbling from her, a small puddle forming on the counter.
“Oh god…I can’t” Melissa coughed out a laugh and squirmed pushing against your head gently. Pulling yourself up, you looked at your work. Different shades of velvet reds marks, almost like brushstrokes painting her body. You couldn’t help the blossom of happiness and tenderness towards Melissa.
“You ok, dear heart?” You checked in, rubbing along the outside of her thighs. Melissa waved up; you climbed atop the counter snuggling as close as you could to her.
“You’re amazing angel,” Melissa’s forehead met your own--the sweetest sentiment of her love before she took your lips with her own, a shared sighed escaping. “You’re next sweet girl,” Melissa patted your hip, and you giggled quickly rolling to take her spot.
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burntheedges · 25 days
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Hi Kate!
I'm back with my Ask games again!
This time we have a spring based prompts theme. You get a spring prompt and a character and I'd like to know your head canon/immediate thoughts on the combination.
Character: Din Djarin
Prompt: lake
With love,
El
El! the way this immediately set my brain spinning!
anyway, here we go, I hope you enjoy this. I made myself laugh. lol
A day at the lake
Din Djarin x gn!reader | 1006 words | rating: gen | ao3 tags/warnings: make sure to do your research before going to strange planets, I guess, the Razor Crest is still with us, not betaed
or, Din tries (and fails) to relax on vacation
Din stepped out of the Razor Crest with his hands on his hips, sweeping his gaze over the view in front of him. He huffed a tiny disbelieving breath, too quiet to be picked up by his helmet’s modulator. He shifted his weight and shook his head.
It was, by any measure, idyllic. The sunlight reflected off the small ripples in the surface lake in dazzling patterns. A gentle breeze rustled the colorful flowers and grasses that lined the narrow shore, itself covered in pastel orange and pink pebbles. The mountains across the lake that formed this bowl-shaped valley had extremely picturesque snow glinting on their peaks. As he stood there, taking it all in, he heard the songs and trills of 4 different birds. A trio of small, colorful winged insects floated by the edge of the ramp of the ship, fluttering in the breeze. He watched a shiny fish jump out of the water and do a flip before smoothly slipping back into the lake.
He blinked.
When you’d said you wanted to take a vacation, just the three of you, he’d remembered hearing nice things about this planet. It had been nearby, barely a system over from their last destination. And it really had looked nice as he flew the Crest into land. But looking at it now, he realized it was too beautiful. Way too beautiful. 
He didn’t trust it.
Din thought back, trying to remember what he’d read about the fauna on this planet. Or maybe strange weather patterns? Was it extreme temperature fluctuations? Paradise couldn’t actually exist, not without people taking advantage of it. There had to be a catch.
He walked slowly down the ramp as he looked for a sign of you and his son. It didn’t take him long to spot you.
You were both sitting on the shore of the lake, about 35 meters to the right of the ship. Right as he turned towards you Grogu tossed a small pebble into the lake, and the sound it made when it hit the water – kerplunk – sent the child into a fit of giggles. Din watched as you joined him, letting his eyes trace the shape of your smile and the outline of your shoulders, relaxed and at ease. Hidden within the privacy of his helmet, he smiled.
He started to walk towards you, still carefully scanning your surroundings with every sensor and setting his helmet had to offer. 
Nothing.
Brow furrowed, he stepped onto the beach about 10 meters away from where you were sitting, and you and Grogu looked up and smiled at him. He smiled back in spite of his growing conviction that nowhere could be this perfect.
“Din!” You called out, grinning. “Look at this place!” 
I’ve been looking, he wanted to say, and I don’t trust it.
“Isn’t it almost too good to be true?” You continued, incredulous, as a frog-like amphibian hopped just out of Grogu’s reach into the lake and he squealed. 
Din nodded as he stepped up beside you. “There has to be something wrong with it.” He knew he sounded judgmental and wary, but he couldn’t help it.
You threw your head back and laughed. “I knew you’d say that.” You reached out to gently poke his leg. “Can’t just take the win, huh?”
He was certain you could tell he was smiling. He sank smoothly to sit next to you. “It’s too nice. Nothing is this nice, cyar’ika, not for free. Not without a catch.”
You shrugged. “Maybe it’s just too far out of the way of any of the main trade routes. Maybe there’s a season of ridiculous weather we’re lucky to be missing.”
Din tilted his head, amused, and reached out to tickle Grogu's side gently. “Maybe there are giant, man-eating frogs that are creeping up on us now, as we speak.” You laughed again at his words, letting your head fall onto his shoulder. Grogu made an offended noise and poked his father in the knee. 
“That’s right, Grogu, your father is being very silly right now.” 
Din huffed to hide a laugh but he knew you could feel it. “I set the ship to do a long-range scan. I’ll check it again before we decide whether to stay.”
You sighed but smiled up at him without removing your head from his shoulder. “I knew you would. But really, so far?” You lifted your right shoulder in a small, uneven shrug. “So good. No idea what kind of problem there could be.”
Din brought his right arm up and around your shoulders, tugging you in closer as Grogu climbed into his lap. He nodded, conceding. “We’ll see.”
Later, after a very pleasant afternoon by the lake, you could see how hard he was trying to hold in his “I told you so” as you jogged up the ship’s ramp to escape the huge, hissing, angry aquatic mammals that had emerged from the lake at sunset. Nocturnal, you'd guessed as you scrambled towards the ship. They had fangs.
On the bright side, they were pink, just like the many pebbles Grogu had stuffed in your pockets. And their legs were really short, so short they had no hope of catching you.
You looked at Din when the ramp closed, and his shoulders were shaking with his effort to hold in a laugh. You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah. You still owe me a real vacation, you know.”
He laughed outright, and the sound of it through the modulator made you grin. “I’ll do more research next time.”
“You’d better!” You called after him as he moved towards the ladder. “No more angry pink animals with fangs, please.”
Grogu squealed and held up a pink rock for your inspection. “Yeah, buddy. Pink, like that.” He made an insistent noise and waved it at you again.
And that’s when you noticed that it had legs. That one, and the 35 other members of Grogu’s collection that started squirming in your pocket at exactly the same time.
“DIN!”
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a/n: lol no, I don't know where this came from
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All in Jest (princess x court jester)
The princess watched her jester the way one might watch the stars in the night sky. He struck her with the same wonder as the smear of a bleeding sunset, or the crest of a wave.
His eyes twinkled with mischief, two white diamonds painted on his cheeks. Doing a cartwheel, he straightened just in front of the princess's seat at the head of the table.
She sucked in a soft breath, silverware forgotten with a clatter against her plate.
The jester smiled, holding her gaze. With a twist of his hand, he snapped and revealed a white rose, missing from the table's centerpiece.
The dinner guests murmured their awe, sipping from glittering goblets of wine.
The jester deftly held the flower out to the princess, balancing its stem on the tip of one finger. "Your Highness."
The princess swallowed. She hoped there was no flush to her cheeks as she accepted the rose. When her fingers closed around it, the previously white petals bloomed into a blood red.
The crowd gasped in delight, some displaying their pleasure with dainty claps.
The princess studied the flower, turning it over in her hands, before looking at the jester again.
He tossed her a wink, so brief and privately for her, she could have convinced herself she'd imagined it. He spun away, continuing on with his act.
The jester moved with unmatched fluidity and ease, even as he feigned clumsiness here and there to coax laughs from his willing audience. The princess's eyes never left him for a moment, tracking his every twirl and flip; his every jest, and trick. He was silver-tongued and graceful. Drawing her eye with all the spectacle of a natural phenomenon.
The prince at her side rested a hand over hers, startling her attention away from the jester. The soon-to-be king of a kingdom neighboring her own looked down at her with a slated expression. "I grow bored of these antics, my dear, might we spend a quiet moment alone before retiring to our chambers for the night?"
The princess's excitement wilted, looking at her husband-to-be. She stole a last glance at her jester. Was it her mind playing tricks, or was he watching her even now, through the edge of his gaze, even as his performance carried on?
"Certainly," she answered finally.
The prince rose from his seat, offering her a hand. The princess's fingers closed around his palm as she stood, keeping hold of her rose in her other hand.
He led her away from the tumbling laughs and cheers of the dining hall and down the corridor. The quiet swept the night bare like a creeping tide.
Her heart ached to return to that dining table, to watch her jester dance and jest and tease. So much of her future was decided for her, and even now, the evening did not belong to her.
The two royals stepped out onto the dais, cool air rushing their skin in a velvet caress. The princess had always liked the cold more than most. The air smelled sharp with the promise of snow.
"I know that you are not satisfied with our arrangement," the future king spoke. His voice was different now than it was when he spoke in front of their subjects. It leveled into something a little less diplomatic; less cushion to the blunt teeth of him. "I am to be king and you will be my queen. My father and I have been more than gracious to offer you my hand. For your own kingdom's sake: you would be wise to drag your head down from the clouds and back to the earth where it is... best suited. Under my direction; by my side. You understand, don't you, dearest?"
The princess looked out over the kingdom that was not her own. The rolling hills and valleys twinkled with the village lights beneath a sleeping sky.
"I understand."
"Good. I trust that with time, you will grow to be content here with me." His voice sounded like the color grey. Steely and dull.
"I hope for the same," the princess said in answer.
The king-to-be nodded in her periphery, his fingers slipping from hers. "I bid you goodnight, my dear. Don't stay out too long. You'll catch a chill."
She listened to his footsteps fade.
She stayed on the balcony until the air numbed her face and fingertips. She watched the lazy clouds part, the moon slashing silver light over the world below.
Using its glow, she examined her white-turned-red rose once more.
"Aren't you cold, princess?"
The princess paused, lifting her head. The familiar voice, warm and lilting, seemed to fill the very cracks of her.
"I like the cold," she answered, turning around to face the speaker.
The jester shifted with leisure movements to lean against the rail beside her.
Something sparked in the pit of her belly, to have him so close. If anyone saw... their mere proximity could be considered scandalous.
Still, the princess turned back around, facing the same direction as her jester.
"How did you turn my rose red?" she asked, glancing at him.
The light of the moon highlighted the white diamonds painted over his cheeks as his mouth lifted into a smirk. "You know what they say about magicians and their secrets."
"You are a court jester," she reminded him, "not a magician. Though your tricks are... impressive."
"I impress you, princess?" His smile widened, sly and teasing.
Heat flooded her cheeks and she turned her head to hide it. "I believe that is what I said, yes."
"You didn't see the end of my performance."
Her gaze flicked back to him, eagerness betraying her. His eyes glittered beneath the dance of moonbeams, knowing and patient as he awaited her reply.
The princess's mouth felt slightly dry. "Alright, then."
"Alright?"
"You may... repeat the end of your performance for me."
He clasped his hands in front of him, attention still affixed to her. The amusement was clear on his face. "I may?"
The princess's cheeks burned further. "I only mean- If you should like to. I would... I wouldn't deny you."
The jester took a single step closer, and the princess felt as if all the air had vanished from her lungs. "Would you like to see it?" he pressed gently.
She swallowed. "I... Yes. Please."
"I could do more than that," he spoke softly. "I could get you out of here--for a little while, or for good."
The princess turned away. "Don't be foolish."
He reached out, brazen and delicate all at once, to catch her wrist, spinning her back around. His other hand raised to just barely brush a finger down the line of her jaw.
The world around them flickered in a kaleidoscope of color, then vanished all at once. The princess blinked and they were in her own kingdom's village, her castle towering within sight.
The princess spluttered, trembling, and looked at the jester, her jester. She was gripping his hand. "What-"
He grinned, something else--magic--sparking behind his eyes. "I am afraid being the fool is precisely my job, Princess. Now. Your Highness. Anywhere you'd like to go?"
Everywhere, her heart whispered.
The princess stepped close, looking up at the court jester. A million thoughts wanted to flee the confines of her mouth. She looked around at her kingdom; her home.
"Thank you."
This is unedited bc it's 2:49 am, but I'll probably (maybe) edit it tomorrow :) Yay for pushing through writer's block, are ya proud?
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Ok so about the twisted earth series(?)
What if Malleus ACTUALLY does bring reader to life? Or like, transports them from the game world into twisted wonderland?
(I love how much people are interacting with this universe! I hope you enjoy it! I have an idea for a part two for this, but I'm tired so you'll have to ask me very nicely for it. Or just send me a picture of a cat with your request. I'm flexible 😊)
Creator; a Tale from the Twisted Earth Universe
In the beginning, there was nothing.
And then a voice called out to you from the nothing.
"Awaken, my beloved."
And the world was filled with color and sound and light and feeling.
You took in your surroundings. You were laying on a cold stone slab or table or altar of some kind. And above you was a man, whose piercing emerald eyes were focused on nothing but you. You felt a strong pull to him. Like he was all that mattered.
"My lord, you did," a voice whispered behind you, but all you could think about was him.
"Beloved," he repeated, extending a hand to you.
You took it. He helped you sit up, and pulled you to the edge of the table, before wrapping you tightly in his arms.
"I did it," he whispered, and you felt warm tear drops trickle down your neck where he was pressed against. 
"My Lord," a third voice said, "perhaps you should introduce yourself."
He pulled away and began gently caressing your cheek.
"Y/N L/N, I am Malleus Draconia, Heir to the throne of the Valley of Thorns. I brought you to life because I love you."
Y/N L/N….right that was your name….brought to life? Love you? You were fairly certain you loved him too, but you didn't know why. You didn't even understand half of what he just said!
It must have shown on your face, because the voice that had told Malleus to introduce himself, was speaking again.
"Perhaps you need time to adjust to being alive. To develop a personality aside from the traits Malleus projects onto you."
You felt the hand caressing your cheek stiffen, and Malleus turned to the voice.
He hesitated for a moment before pulling away from you. You immediately missed his warmth. Immediately felt empty.
"Perhaps you are right, Lilia. Perhaps they need some time," he said, his eyes sad, and face full of hesitation.
You didn't want him to be sad. You wanted him to keep holding you close. You needed him to hold you close. 
"Lilia, please show them to their room. It may be for the best if we spend the first couple days apart."
"No!" It was the first thing you'd said this entire time, and Malleus' eyes widened, before softening into a look you wanted to bask in forever.
"Child of man, this is for the best. Believe me, it will all make sense after some time apart. If you still feel the same way," he paused for a moment, like the words were hard to say, "if you still feel the same way, then we can be together forever. I promise."
He kissed the back of your hand elegantly, then the man who you hadn't even looked at once, Lilia, gently helped you off the table.
He escorted you out the door, your eyes on Malleus the entire time. That door shutting was the worst feeling in the world.
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Lesson Eighteen
You are positive Loki has been kidnapped by The Flock, but after they leave their settlement without a trace, there seems to be little hope that you and Brunnhilde will be able to recover him...unless you can put the final piece of your power into place on your own before it's too late.
**MASTERLIST HERE** Pairing: Soft!Dom!Loki x F!Reader Content Warnings: smut, extensive mentions of death, euthanasia, and death-related philosophy, some dark content (though the characters won't be), exile, moodiness, smut, kinks of various flavors (look for specific chapter warnings), trauma and mental illness, reader is a captive, reader has a body count
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“BRUNNHILDE!” you shrieked, rushing down the hill just as the King emerged from her cabin. “Any sign of him?” you called. 
She gritted her teeth at your boisterous approach, shaking her head. “Nothing. Perhaps today the scout we sent west will come back with something,” the King suggested. “I can hardly believe I’m leading a search party for him, let alone actually worrying.”
Gods forbid you have some character development, you thought.
Loki had been missing for five days. The King had sent out several volunteers to search the surrounding towns, and so far, two of them had returned empty, the rest hadn’t returned at all. The others were still spreading out, searching every hill, valley, rock, and ditch. 
The day after you and Loki arrived at your woeful impasse, he was absolutely nowhere. Gone without a trace. No evidence of him leaving for Oslo or anywhere else (he would have certainly left a word or a note!), no signs that he’d had second thoughts about everything and chose to bail without the risk of waiting for the results of the test. 
On day three, one clue emerged, though you wished it hadn’t for fear of what it meant: The Flock’s settlement had been completely abandoned. You and The King spend the entire following day combing the empty tents, cabins, and spaces. It was as if the entire clan had packed up and retreated overnight…as if they had something new and special to conceal from New Asgard.
But Loki was magic, and none of The Flock were. How the hell could they subdue a literal Asgardian God and take him away without a trace? Even with the development, nothing came of the ghost town, and you all decided to continue guiding the search from New Asgard. 
S.H.I.E.L.D. had been alerted, but due to the terms of Loki’s bargain, they could not interfere in any way. Even Thor was expressly forbidden from aiding the search in person, instead only able to occasionally monitor Norway from the skies in the quinjet whenever he had a pilot. While it wasn’t much, Thor, of course, was just as worried as you were, and he tried to pull every string he could with Fury, but to minimal avail.
Loki was on his own, wherever he was. 
“I did this,” you moaned, nearly collapsing at Brunnhilde’s feet, exhausted and heaving your breaths. It was bad enough you were exerting yourself so, but you had barely slept since Loki disappeared. Your powers were quickly losing stability again. “He could be long dead and it’s all my fault.”
“What makes you think that?”
“You know they’re trying to draw me out. This is all about me,” you grunted, turning your head over your shoulder, as if looking again would yield results this time. “I think we should go back to the settlement.” 
Your trainer shook her head. “Do you remember that Asgardians are significantly harder to kill than humans? You really think those inbreds could execute him so easily?”
“They sure kidnapped him without much trouble.” 
Brunnhilde rolled her eyes. “Look, Y/N, there’s nothing more we can do until the last scouts return anyway, so why--”
“--because I can’t do this without him!” you threw up your hands, showing Brunnhilde that your fog was acting so peculiarly, it was beginning to change colors as it flickered less like mist and rolled more like a thunderhead across your palm. “It’s happening again!” 
The King shook her head. “Stop being a damsel, Y/N! It’s not him that controls your power, it’s you. It always has been! You just need to suck it up and stabilize yourself or Loki won’t have a snowball’s chance in Niflheim.” 
You shook your head, bouncing uncomfortably on your ankles like an anxious child. “Look, not everyone has to be Captain Marvel smashing through the glass ceiling,” you sniped. “Loki is the one who taught me everything I know about my magic and how to use it! I have to have him here.”
The King shook her head, taking your hands in hers despite the clouds of death waiting there for her. She did not fall over. 
“Does every student cling to their teacher forever?” asked Brunnhilde. “Thank fucking Norns they don’t, let me tell you. I’d have gone bloody mad by now.”
Your thoughts went back to your conversation that night with Loki. Were you becoming too dependent on him? Were you letting your love for him cloud your higher judgment? The entire year was nearly over. The eleventh hour was nigh. Loki was likely trapped in Jonah’s basement somewhere (wherever that was) being tormented in order to lure you into his trap. 
“Look,” she continued after observing you for a moment. “If I take you back to the settlement and show you that we’ve combed the entire village, will you at least take a breath?”
You nodded, but paused after, another thought coming to you (perhaps not a thought so much as a pull or an urge). 
“No,” you countered. “Not the settlement. I want to go to their cemetery instead.” 
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You and Brunnhilde reached the top of the hill that The Flock’s burial ground was built into later that afternoon, a chilly wind just beginning to come in with the earlier dusk. In the daylight, the place somehow looked even creepier. The wrought-iron fence and gate looked even more broken and twisted. The lone tree in the yard that you and Loki had once sat beneath, kissing underneath the stars, looked as if it was no longer alive at all, and was merely a standing pile of dead wood waiting for decay to topple it. 
Once you’d stepped through the gate, the voices started all but yelling into your ear, telling you to go up the hill as you’d suspected, to where the crypt bearing the name ‘Jonah’ stood. 
You smiled and turned to The King as she followed you up the hill, looking annoyed more than anything. “They’re talking.”
“Good. Yeah. Great. Talk back so we can get out of here, please,” Brunnhilde mumbled back, clearly uncomfortable. 
The crypt still gave you uneasy vibes as you placed a palm against the etching that labeled the marble boxes within. You braced yourself for noise, for loud voices crowing your mind all at once. 
You didn’t expect yourself to travel to another place entirely. 
Instantly, your senses took you away from the cemetery and to a dark, nearly-black room you’d never seen before. The Jonah you knew, perhaps about seven or eight years younger, was kneeling before a hospital bed containing an older man. Other strange, worthless details painted the picture for you: a dusty desk with loose papers and devotionals scattered about, a photograph of a little blonde boy, an ashtray overflowing with butts and ends of smoked cigarettes…
“Bjorn,” the older man mumbled, “the Shepherd calls me.”
“Father…” mumbled the kneeling boy. 
“You know what you must do,” said the dying one. “What my visions brought me.”
“Y…yes…” said the teenager, clearly doing his best to hide his distress. “The demons will come from the sky disguised as refugees during the Time of New Magic. But I’m only nineteen…”
“If it isn’t you, then The Flock will fall apart, and the demons will win.”
“Oh, but Jonah…”
You bit your lip, understanding coming to you. 
“No, you are Jonah now. Blessed be The Shepherd.” 
Something else materialized before you as the boy began to murmur a prayer. A window appeared above the bed, and just outside the glass was a street sign, reading ‘1800 S Akersgata.’ 
You muttered the words out loud. “Eighteen-hundred south Ahkers-gata…”
“What was that?” Brunnhilde’s voice called out to you, jerking you out of the vision and back to the crypt. “You just said something but you looked like you were…I don’t know…spacing out?”
You repeated yourself. “Eighteen-hundred south Ahkers-gata…I think it’s an address.”
“Where?” The King shrugged as you placed your palm on the crypt again, this time nothing appearing at all. 
OSLO, came the old man’s voice directly into your ear. 
“I don’t…wait, yes…Oslo,” you said. It was as if someone was cracking the code to a safe, and the safe was your brain. Little pieces were coming into place, giving you the piece you needed to find Loki. At the same time, your death magic pulsed at your fingertips in pure black waves as it read the marble’s history to you, and you almost felt the urge to cry.
“Odd, it’s as if the last Jonah is the one telling me this,” you said quietly, describing verbally how you felt. “I feel…remorse coming from this tomb.” 
“I get the feeling. Can we go now?” asked Brunnhilde, not even waiting for your response before turning away. 
“Wait!” you called, scrambling to follow. “We have to find him! If that’s where The Flock is now, and that’s where Loki is, we can’t just sit here!” 
The King rolled her eyes as she bolted out of the gate, thankful to be off of cursed ground. “Who said we weren’t going to rescue him? I may think Loki is a snake, and don’t think I’ll ever change my mind on that, by the way,” she insisted. 
You shook your head as you followed her back into the woods and down the path toward New Asgard. “I never asked you to.” 
“But,” she continued, “not even making an attempt at saving any of the few Asgardians there are left in the universe, snake or not…wouldn’t make me a very good King would it?” 
You smiled. “No, not at all.” 
“I’ll go around and ask for volunteers,” said The King. “Or, rather, blackmail and guilt, whatever suits my fancy.” 
“I’ll meet you tonight,” you agreed. “I’m sure you don’t need to be reminded that time is of the essence!” 
Upon returning to the village, you went your separate ways to make your preparations for the raid. As you did some drills with your knives on your own, awaiting word from Brunnhilde that the assembly was complete, you sighed, knowing what you had to do…or rather, had to avoid doing. 
The Jonah before Bjorn, the one who died before you and sent you the vision, knew the truth, and wanted you to spare his descendants from his fate. He wanted you to deliver the message to Bjorn, his son, and his family, personally. 
You couldn’t do that by killing anyone, or running in with daggers flying. But what if they intended to kill you or Loki? They’d certainly made that clear in the past. 
How does the harbinger of death itself offer an olive branch without making it wither in her grasp? 
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“Blackmail and guilt, you say?” you asked, your lip twisted up skeptically. “Worked like a fuckin’ charm.”
The King stood pouting before you, absolutely no one behind her. “I told them I’d cancel Christmas! What more do you want from me?” 
You mumbled sarcastically, “Clearly it is better to be feared than loved.”
Brunnhilde shrugged. “Anyway, sorry. I know this doesn’t help.”
You sighed. “Are you going to bail?”
The King shook her head almost immediately. “What kind of Valkyrie would I be if I did? The girls would kill me a second time when I got to Valhalla.” 
“Well,” you said quietly, a smile unfurling, “when this is all over, it’ll be the first story we tell our students, won’t it?” 
Brunnhilde smiled. “Is this a bribe?”
“No, just accepting your offer,” you replied. “Although, your added support at this time to your future business partner would be much appreciated.” 
You spent an hour planning with the King. With only the two of you, it would have to be a matter of threatening or bluffing Jonah, or perhaps just wriggling Loki free enough for him to escape with his magic. 
You had no access to a motor vehicle, so unfortunately, you had to pack for a thirty-six hour hike inland toward the capitol. You didn;t want to have a heavy load to bear the whole way, so you only stuffed one change of clothes and a bag of trail mix you’d found in one of the cabinets in your backpack. 
That night, just after sunset, Katja met you on the porch as you slipped out to meet the King and begin your rescue. She held a bundle of cloth in her hand. 
“This was Ivar’s. I hope it won’t be too large for you,” she said, throwing the cloth over your head rather abruptly. Your head naturally found the hold in the middle, and as you peeked through, you realized that Katja had just given you a drape for the chilly air.
Luckily, Ivar’s old age had shrunken him from his prime, so the poncho was only a little large on you. It felt like a big, cozy blanket of wool. 
“Do you need supplies? Water? Food?”
You shook your head. “We’re well-prepared, but thank you.” 
“Blessings and fortune,” Katja said, hugging you close. “Please be safe.” 
“Thank you for everything,” you said, kissing Katja on both cheeks. 
She sighed and looked you over once more, like a mother making sure her child had everything she needed for school. “I know you believe death is a terrible power to possess, but just remember, Y/N: without death there can be no life at all. Darkness is as important to the balance of the cosmos as light.” 
“I know--”
“--but, if you ever need to find the light again, look no deeper than here,” Katja continued, placing her palm on your heart. “You were able to find a hint of love in the midst of your darkness. That power is even greater than death. Love will always be the strongest magic you’ll find.”
Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you threw yourself into a hug.
After a long, tender moment, Katja pulled away with a scowl. “Very well, very well. Now go, Y/N! You have no time to lose!” 
You leapt off the porch and made your way to the western path, where your traveling companion was impatiently tapping her foot and nursing a liquid from her canteen that almost certainly wasn’t water.
“Now, you sure you don't want to kill him?” Brunnhilde asked as you began your long, two-day walk toward Oslo. “He may just keep coming back until they kill you both.”
“We’ll be ready for them,” you promised. “Besides, Loki wants out of here as soon as we’re free. They won’t find him here again.” 
Brunnhilde snorted. “He spends ten months unsure of whether or not he loves you, and as soon as he says it, he decides to leave you behind? Now THAT’S the Loki I know and loathe.” 
“You don’t understand,” you said quietly. “I can’t exactly keep him here, you know?”
“Well, that’s how it happens,” said Brunnhilde with bitter pessimism. “You’ll get over it.” 
“No,” you muttered below earshot, “I don't think so.” 
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Camping was never your strong suit, but at least your cooking skills made it easy to whip up an improvised breakfast after a long, awkwardly-quiet night of walking. You’d packed some bread, which you toasted over a small fire Brunnhilde built, and used a piece of slate as a skillet to fry some mushrooms after you found some just off the trail that you recognized as edible. 
“If we keep eating like this, I’ll be ten pounds heavier by the time we reach the city,” Brunnhilde said with sarcasm. “I don't see why you like him, but I can guess at least one reason why he likes you.” 
“I can teach you how to cook and bake, if you want,” you suggested. “It’s a little more work, but a lot better than drinking your supper,” you said, emphasizing the last phrase as the King went to tip the canteen of whiskey to her lips. 
You moved on throughout the day, but even the King’s feet were getting stiff and sore by the time late afternoon rolled around, the sun already nearly set by 5pm. You reached the edge of the woods, where you stepped out onto the apex of a large hill that overlooked a valley several miles around. Against the darkening sky, the glowing city of Oslo sat along the horizon, waiting for you, daring you to invade. It looked like the Emerald City: a beacon of both promise and mystery. 
“Let’s stop and eat again, and I’d like to sleep for a few hours,” she said. “Oslo won’t move away from us before morning.”
You growled, impatient and tired from the day’s exertions. “They could kill Loki by then.”
“Sweetheart, if they took him just to execute him as a message, they would have done so and delivered the body by then. He’s being held as bait for you,” she said with confidence. “Believe me, they are waiting for you.”
“But they could be torturing him!”
“Do you really want to go in there with your blades flying now, when you’re exhausted and hungry?! Rule Number One of Battle, Y/N, NEVER go in without a clear mind and a strategy!”  her voice quickly resorted to an authoritarian, drill-sergeant's bark, and it made you cringe with surprise. 
You hissed back, “Look who’s talking!” You indicated the flask in Brunnhilde’s hand. 
“Let’s not go there. I just want some more of those mushrooms you picked.” 
You were able to set a fire and cook the small reserves you’d brought along by the city’s light pollution that reached you from the skies. Afterwards, you decided that fighting Brunnhilde on the issue of sleep was useless and would only further deplete your limited energy, so you agreed to keep watch knowing you couldn;t sleep, in case some Flock members were keeping vigil for you outside the city limits. 
“Are we really going to wait until morning?” you asked as your traveling partner leaned against a stone. 
“If you’re really going to stay awake, watch Oslo and wait until the city gets dimmer, perhaps three in the morning. They may have fewer people on watch at that time.”
“Oh, I didn’t think of that,” you remarked. 
Brunnhilde yawned. “Like I said…clear mind..strategy…”
She passed out before she could finish her sentence properly, leaving you to spend the following hours watching the stars turn above your head and the flickering lights of Oslo before you, hoping to the skies that in spite of the odds, Loki would be in your arms again by dawn.
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goombasinastack · 3 months
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splatoon 3 hot take turned impromptu essay
was stuck offline in splatoon 3 because internet was actin up and i realized how pretty the photomode splatoon 3 filters are compared to the actual game
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i was taking photos on brinewater and thought. damn. this game looks fine but i miss how VIBRANT splatoon 1 was! i wish i could play sploon 3 with this photomode filter on all the time. and brinewater is the best map for this because of the sunset lighting! so i went to one of the worst offenders mapwise for general color—undertow spillway. it is a warm gray mess:
for someplace underground, it’s WAY too warm of a tone—even if there are skylights, they aren’t very well defined, as they’re off in the background—they’d be better with some light shafts to pop out more, imo.
so here’s undertow with photomode filter #6 (this would’ve been a video but tumblr limits to 1 video per post):
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and i think this looks a lot nicer, colorwise! the icky warm gray is shifted to a soft pink—and while that’s still not in keeping with the lack of obvious skylights, it works better than warm gray.
so then i opened ibis x paint and got to work on a filter that would hopefully help elevate the entire game’s look:
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on top is photomode filter #6, in the middle is the original screenshot, and on the bottom is my proposed filter.
i upped the contrast, brightness, and saturation a bit, then added a 5% pure magenta (#FF00FF) overlay layer on top of that. then i added a slight gaussian blur to emulate antialiasing, which nintendo refuses to do for some reason!
and i wanna play splatoon like that! i miss the vibrancy and intricacy of splatoon 1…
incoming splatoon 1 essay‼️
not only were the colors eye-bleachingly bright, but the overall game feel was much more immersive—especially in ink physics. you could paint trees, and the ink would drip down through leaves as if it were rain… ink splatter would respond to the movements of platforms, keeping its intertia as it dripped! you could see the textures of surfaces through the ink, as if it were an actual liquid instead of a layer of thick oil. 3 doesn’t have any of those special touches.
there’s also the music… 1’s ost feels so much more WEIRD and experimental than the later games, and that really helps cement that this is not human society—this is a new thing—which tracks for splatoon 1, as it was so zany nobody had ever seen anything quite like it before! splatoon 2 follows this sheer melting-pot of brashness and creativity with evolving and varied styles—where once was punk and weird samples in Squid Squad is now groovy rock in Wet Floor, jazz in Ink Theory, and also whatever Sashi-Mori was. also i <3 chirpy chips. splatoon 3’s music goes back to that punk, but i feel that it loses some of the charm and creativity of the first two games. C-side is pure metal, and hardly uses any weird instruments. there have sparsely been other splatbands involved with regular battle music—Yoko&tgb call back to the jazz of Ink Theory which i love! Off the Hook’s new tracks delve into a new style in piano rock. but the main band kind of falls flat to me. :(
let’s talk stages. in splatoon 1, stages were wildly different from each other, including skateparks, construction sites, underpasses, malls, sewage plants, and other locals that are culturally underground. the rest of the trilogy moves away from this in a story standpoint, as ink battles evolve from punky, diy competitions into full-fledged championships in 2 and 3, with advancing battle infrastructure as time progresses. that’s fine, and honestly it’s cool to see that kind of worldbuilding! but in 1, each stage was designed about and influenced by the area it represented. Arowana Mall is a straight line with high vantage points on the second/third story because it’s a mall. Pirahna Pit features convenyor belts that shuffle refuse around because it’s a trash plant. Blackbelly Skatepark has so many hills and valleys because it’s a skatepark, for goodness sake. splatoon 3’s original stages have some of this charm, but it feels lost in ambiguity. why doesn’t Mincemeat Metalworks have small moving platforms on cranes or other heavy machinery? Idk, have some grates and one-way drops, and a car on a post. why isn’t there any water incorporated into the stage design of Brinewater Springs? Idk, have 2 paintable walls and a tetris piece. 3’s original stages have little to no connection between their locals and the geometry, which make it feel same-y compared to previous games.
maybe this is because of the inflexible philosophy of the designers—or their corporate oversight, maybe. for stages, you need to make a straight line or tetris piece with few routes to push, in an effort to promote the game’s main premise of Chaos. for music, you need to make punk songs that aren’t too weird so they don’t drive away the parents. maybe the little ink touches could have been missing because development was rushed?
i honestly dont know why it happened out this way—perhaps the splatoon team just needed more time to cook, in order to squeeze out that extra 20% of game feel? or maybe it was that speculated corporate oversight, i dunno. things WERE missing on launch—notable exceptions being X rank, online tableturf lobbies, and no more than three salmon run maps. i know we’ve yet to even get the DLC but for being about 75% of the way through the game’s content lifespan, but splatoon 3 feels incomplete. there have been improvements, yeah! i just wish there could’ve been more. i would rather have waited another year for splatoon 3 if it were polished that much better, y’know?
i honestly feel like splatoon 1 captured that creative, no-holds-barred mantle of Chaos better than 3 does. 3 feels… flanderized, in a way. the curse of trilogies, perhaps? writing about it more, it feels like not only have the in-game sports of turf war been ripped out of its seedy home and thrust into the spotlight, and gone “mainstream” (see: massive squidsport companies investing in multimillion battle lobbies with holograms and lockers [sunken scroll about that!], flying coffee machines that grant you brief invincibility, new rules and techniques that allow squid surges and rolls, etc.), but also the Real Life Physical Video Game Cartridge of Splatoon has been popularized massively with the sequels on the Switch. maybe i’m not missing the “vibrancy” of splatoon 1 when i look at the colors and photomode filters of splatoon 3, but instead the inherent punkiness and counterculture inspiration that i see in the original.
fuck capitalism, i guess!
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hangmans-wingman · 1 year
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I Don't Want to Miss a Thing
Summary: On the eve of deploying for who knows how long, Jake reflects on the love of his life as she sleeps peacefully beside him. Wondering what he will miss while he's gone.
Warnings: Angsty fluff. Jake in love. It's gonna hurt your heart a bit.
Length: 1.1k
Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin X Female Reader
This fic is a part of the challenge Love is in the air TGM created by @roosterforme. It is based on the song 'I Don't Want to Miss A Thing' by Aerosmith.
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I could stay awake just to hear you breathing...
"Baby, I know you are tired..." Jake whispered, running his nose along your cheek, his arm resting over your midsection as you fought off sleep. "close those eyes, Darlin'"
"No..." You whined, fighting your eyelids as if they both weighed two tons. Struggling to stay awake in the warmth and safety of Jake's arms.
"I'm not going anywhere... you can rest..." Jake pulled you in tighter to his chest, wanting to emphasize his words even more.
"You're getting deployed tomorrow... If I fall asleep... you'll have to leave..." You whined, almost turning into a whimper again which would lead to more tears. 
"Shhh... no more tears…" Jake pleaded, knowing his aching heart couldn't take another round of your tears.
"Promise you'll wake me up..." You asked turning in to face him, your eyes already closed as you nuzzled your way into his chest. The old Texas Longhorn shirt covered you like a nightgown, though Jake debated taking it off of you to feel your skin against his.
"Promise" Jake whispered, taking his index finger and slowly tracing around your features. 
As his finger slipped between your brows, the deep valleys of worry seemed to slip away. As he rounded across your forehead, he ran down the side of your face, feeling the cool skin from your tears. Their next journey was down to the soft cheeks that would puff up in anger at him. Or flush in color when you were bashful.
His extended arm acting as a makeshift pillow had long fallen asleep before you, but that would be a morning problem for him as well. Along with the laundry list of things he needed to get out into the truck to deploy on time. But for now, time had simply halted for one Navy pilot and his wife.
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender...
It seems you had lost the battle with your body, your breathing had become steady signaling you had finally fallen asleep. The little warm puffs of air hit Jake's chest as your hands curled up into your chest. The beloved Longhorn Build-a-Bear abandoned behind you for your true favorite teddy bear. Jake always teased that you slept like a baby. A soft smile on your lips as you nuzzled deeper into his chest.
Lying close to you, feeling your heart beating
I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it’s me you’re seeing
Jake leaned down to press his lips to your temple, feeling the strong beat of your heart, grounding him. He barely felt the shiver that ran over you, so he pulled the blanket up tight around you. Letting a soft 'shhh..' fall from his lips, not wanting to wake you. Though the air in San Diego was usually warm, apparently you were wanting any reason to be close to Jake.
And thank God we're together...
Jake leaned back and glanced up towards the heavens, a silent 'thank you' with a nod down at you. Just wanting to thank the man upstairs for somehow dropping you into his life. It had all been by lucky chance, surely someone had some divine intervention for it to happen.
Briefly looking over his shoulder to see the time on the bedside clock. 02:00
 Four hours. 
That's all he had left with you. You both had stayed up all night, wanting to hold on to the time that was slowly slipping away. Jake had made sure to show you the special folder that had his funeral details and banking information. Something he only ever mentioned when he went on deployment. Having had to make changes recently due to your marriage. And now with the little one on the way.
Only a few months old, and of course, a deployment had to come along and ruin the new marital bliss.
And I just want to stay with you in this moment forever…
Jake settled down into the bed. Even though he would be exhausted climbing onto the ship tomorrow, he could close his eyes. He just wanted to stay up and memorize your features a little more. His hand drifting down to your exposed belly, barely showing any signs of life inside. Trying to soothe it or more really himself at the thought of you being alone and round with his child.
Don't want to close my eyes… Don't want to fall asleep….
Wanting to picture what the new life growing inside of you would have. Would it have your eyes? Or maybe your hair color? Or would any of his features even be able to triumph over your beautiful ones? 
And I don't want to miss a thing…
He had already secretly printed off some of his favorite pictures of you to hang up by his bunk. Even stealing one of the ultrasounds from your last appointment from the ones on the fridge. You would notice at some point, but he would be out of reach for your scorning. Something to stare at every night, maybe help him drift off into some sort of sleep after a long day of work.
'Cause even when I dream of you, the sweetest dream will never do…
The florist down the street was already paid to deliver flowers to you for Valentine's Day and even Mother’s Day. He wondered what your smile would look like when you got to open the door to a bouquet of carnations. Pretty pink and white ones, of course, he had learned his lesson with last Valentine's Day. His deployment would keep him through most of the spring and into the summer. 
I don't want to miss one smile…And I don't want to miss one kiss…
Though he didn’t want to get his hopes up, he wanted to be home before your first anniversary. Or even the birth of your child. Maverick promised to get him home in time for that at least. But he wasn’t ready to cash that check in yet. He had already spoken to his family at length to come and visit you once you were too big to safely travel on your own. Of course, his mother had already started booking plane tickets once you’d hit the six-month mark.
And I just want to hold you close…I feel your heart so close to mine…
Jake pulled his once numb arm back up around you, tucking you tightly into him as he pressed his forehead to yours, saying a silent prayer he had heard back in church when he used to go. He could feel your heartbeat through your forehead as he kissed it, wanting to be as close to you as he physically could. Wondering if you would fit in a carry-on bag, but knowing that you wouldn’t be able to stay quiet long enough to make it onto the ship. 
Unfortunately, he would just have to soak in these last few blissful hours with you before he would have to say goodbye. His heart was already aching with the thought of missing you.
And I don't want to miss a thing…
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icannot3 · 9 months
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"Drunken Mistakes"
Jimmy darling x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of alcoholism, fighting, slight angst (happy ending tho yippee)
Word count: 1.8k
I saw this little sentence prompt that said, "I can't keep kissing strangers pretending that they're you." So that's what this is based on.
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Some say that you will never heal by going back to what hurt you.
But seeing Jimmy with a woman pressed tightly against him, his lips ravishing her own in such a fervent way made your heart twist. Despite almost a year passing since you'd separated, you still remained devastated. And him? He seemed to have little to no problem simply moving on, as if you meant nothing. You'd heard the sounds that came from his trailer at night, on at least a biweekly basis. He was sloppy, always drunk, it repulsed you in a way to see what he'd become. But perhaps he'd always been this way, and it was your rose-colored glasses that had prevented you from seeing the truth.
His hands were tenderly holding her by the hips, squeezing the skin there. It was dark; you were walking back to your trailer when you'd seen the two entangled in the open valley. You'd seemingly frozen, unable to move and unable to turn away from the scene. You'd missed him, despite everything. You missed when he held you like that and how sweet he was before his mother's death. Sometimes, the moments of bliss from your relationship made you forget about the malignancy. Often, you would wonder about whether leaving him truly was a mistake. You felt that maybe you were just emotional and acted brashly at the time. Your brow furrowed, nose cringing with disgust after you looked back at the day the relationship had ended.
You had been worried sick, unable to find him for hours. Panicked, you'd searched everywhere. Jimmy had recently gotten in trouble with some men married to the women he'd previously catered at Tupperware Parties. He wasn't discovered for his devious system until he stopped servicing the women after getting with you, this act had led them into a storm of petty rage. Some of the women told their husband's that he'd forced himself on them, and as a "freak," he had no means of defending himself against these claims. His deformities made him unbelievable, and punishment if caught would be merciless.
He didn't show up to the diner, where plans between the two of you had been made. It was a celebratory occasion, your birthday. Jimmy had made promises to spoil you with his affections and all of the gifts he could afford. His enthusiasm about the day had you worried about what could have happened that made him unable to attend. Things between you had been turbulent as of late due to both the stress he was under with the law and the death of his mother. You were arguing often; he'd started drinking to cope instead of for enjoyment purposes, and it was making him become an ugly shell of what he once was. As you walked back home, in passing, you looked at his trailer. It was the one place you had not yet checked. Your feet were sore from the heels you'd worn to impress him, the ones he didn't care enough to show up and see on your birthday. You stepped up to the door, opening it abruptly. There he was, laying down and wasted out of his right mind. He looked filthy and hadn't even dressed up to see you. His white tank top was stained with liquor, you could tell by the smell.
Something in you had snapped in that moment. Your yelling and sharp slam of the door had woken him up. You'd stormed out of the premise, blinded by rage and disappointment. He was following you from behind, immediately on your tail. Jimmy scoffed, arms flying up in the air. "What's the matter with you?" Baffled by his blatant ignorance, you ran your hands through your hair and pulled the soft locs with frustration. You didn't even want to see him, let alone explain his act of unreliability. He continued to follow you, stumbling gracelessly as he did. He was yelling incoherently your way, sentences sounding more like slurred words.
You'd finally turned around, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself before speaking. "The plans, Jimmy. Remember? It seems that drinking like a slob is more important than my birthday." Your words were laced with venom, tears beginning to blind you. You closed your eyes, refusing to let any fall. He got up close to you, stopping in his tracks. "It's not that big of a deal. We can go out now." His breath was volatile.
"Just forget about it." You opted that the day would now be more enjoyable without him. Jimmy groaned with frustration. "Don't be like this. I made a one-time mistake, but it won't happen again. So let's just forget about it." You inhaled a shaky breath, weeks of pent-up frustration bubbling to the surface. "It's funny you say that because this isn't the first time you've done this." Your arm came up to wipe your tears that still threatened to escape. "I do so much for you- I supported you through everything. Yet you can't go one day without drinking so much you can't even function. Fucking look at yourself, Jimmy!" Your voice was breaking, the stress causing you to shake.
"OH! Well, if I'm such a piece of shit, why don't you just leave me, huh?" He yelled back, his arm reaching towards you and swaying 'matter of factly. You scowled, "Well, maybe if you don't even care enough to try and fix things, I should! I deserve someone who loves me enough to make an effort."
"Then maybe you should leave."
You were brought back to reality, and it hits you like a semi-truck. You'd spaced out, staring at Jimmy and whatever girl he'd decided to finesse tonight. In your daze, he'd taken notice of your lingering stare, making eye contact with you. Your breath hitches, and you quickly begin to walk past them, not wanting to deal with the conflict that could arise. Your chest felt as if it may cave in, ears and cheeks red hot. Finally, you'd made it inside of your space, feeling the sweet relief of solitude. A place where you could not be bothered, somewhere you could sleep off the stress of today and forget about it by tomorrow.
A knock sounded at your door, and your head snapped to the side with annoyance. You knew it was Jimmy, his insolence was aggravating. He knows that you have no interest in seeing him outside of any shows. You slanted the doorway enough to peek your head out. There he stood straight, alone. You looked around the area for anyone else. "What do you want?"
"We need to talk." His voice is soft. He smells pleasant. He also looks sober, to your suprise. You still felt bitter from his presence, feeling a strong urge to act petty. "You forgot to bring your leech. She's probably looking for you." You back away, about to cut him off. His hand comes up and grabs the edge of the door, keeping it open opposingly. "I'm serious. Can I please come in? I'll leave right after I say what I need to, promise." He stays calm, careful not to push further on the matter out of respect. His hand slides down the door to his side as if he's giving you the option to shut it if you want. Begrudgingly, you allow him to enter, curious about what he has to tell you so urgently. He steps inside, cautiously taking a seat on the couch and removing his hat. His curls are soft looking as they bounce at the now lack of restraint. You couldn't help but notice how clean he looked, freshly shaven, and washed.
You snap yourself out of staring at him for too long once again. "So what is it you wanted to say?" Your demeanor has changed, deciding that it's best to act civil now. Jimmy looks down at his hands, pursing his lips and rolling his head to the side. It takes him a minute to speak, but when he does, he looks you in the eyes. "I can't keep kissing strangers pretending that they're you."
You're flabbergasted and left at a loss of what to say or how to respond to his statement. It's you who's silent now, trying to process his words. Not giving you time to recuperate, he continues. "Losing you was the biggest mistake I ever made. You didn't deserve that. You're the only person in this world that really cared for me, and I blew it. I can't say sorry enough - I know I don't deserve forgiveness. It ain't right, the way I treated you. At the time, I could have come up with so many excuses about why I did what I did, but none a' that matters." He reaches into his pocket, grabbing a small box. "Sometimes I carry this with me because I think about finally manning up enough to give it to ya'. Even though it's been almost a year and I should've givin' it to you on your birthday, here." You take the small box in hand, the velvet fabric encasing it feeling luxurious against your fingertips. Upon opening, it was a small necklace with a heart and a little stone on the chain. The clear diamond-like crystal glistened beautifully.
You gazed up at him in disbelief, knowing this likely cost a pricey penny. He was smiling softly at you, a look of remorse on his face. Suddenly, you felt lighter, all of the pain you'd experienced beginning to vanish. To see him cleaned up and hear his apology resurfaced the love you always had for him. "Have you stopped drinking?" You felt the need to ask for a final precaution before deciding to forgive him. "Almost entirely, I can't keep acting like a fool anymore." You nod, taking in his statement. "I wanna be the man you deserve. I'll spend forever proving that to you if I have to." Jimmy offered you his hand, which you took. His touch was gentle, his thumb grazing against the back of your palm. "I miss you, Angel."
Instinctually, you'd hugged him; allowing yourself to melt in his familiar embrace. This was the Jimmy you fell in love with. His strong arms surround you, pulling you in even closer. His hand plays with your hair and strokes your neck affectionately. He dropped his face down and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. You pull away, reciprocating that by kissing his lips. It's a simple peck that you pull away from quickly. Jimmy brings up his hand, tracing your lips with his finger before kissing you himself. You melt into his touch, allowing him to do so until your brain felt fuzzy from contentment.
"I'm never letting you go again, sweetheart. That's a promise."
A promise he kept.
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A/N = Testing my feetsies with writing the big man himself, Gyomei.
C/W = F!reader // y/n. Strangers -> bed pretty quick, some fingering, oral [M->F], P->V & V->P, some negative self-talk that's quickly remedied. As always, if I missed anything (grammar etc.) horrific, lmk.
🔞 under the cut.
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"Unknown Number"
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Do you see that enormous man in the corner with his friends?" Your girlfriend asked as she was trying to be sly and not give away the position of her gaze. "He's ... he's ... fuck, he's huge."
You followed her line of sight and saw him in the back of the room. Sitting with a few other men. All of whom were equally as beautiful. But there was something about this brick wall of a man that made your whole body tingle.
His hair was jet black. His eyes a stark white in contrast to his short locks. His shoulders looked as though he could barely fit through the door of this restaurant. The calloused marks on his enormous hands sounded scratchy against the cloth of his pants as he casually rubbed his thighs.
He was beautiful, and that's precisely why he'd never bother with someone like you. You weren't ugly, per se. But you felt you lacked certain criteria that you made sure to convince your other friends they had. They always gratefully accepted your kind words but never found it in themselves to reciprocate the simple gesture.
"We have to go to the little girls room, be back in a few. Just order us some water." Your friends said as they scooted from the table.
You were alone now. No more chatter. Just the muffled sounds of your friends' voices on the other side of the room.
"Excuse me ... " a deep voice spoke behind you. You turn. It was the gorgeous man that you'd been ogling. He's standing right in front of you. "Your voice is so lovely. My name is Gyomei. What's your name?"
"My name is y/n. My girls should be right back. You can go tell your friends that."
He chuckles and shakes his head. His hands reach over to glide down your form. From head to toe.
"Ummm ... Is, is there something I can help you with ... what ... I ... my friends are probably more up your alley as far as looks g-"
"Shh. Not at all." Gyomei smiles. "Please don't feel as though you can't relax and talk to me because I'm lacking conventional sight. I see just fine. Don't doubt that. And you're beautiful." He gently caresses your cheek, making sure to catch his thumb over your lips before sliding it down your neck and to the valley between your breasts. "In fact, I'd like to know more about you."
You're a bit startled at how boldly he was touching you. It wasn't rough or unkind in any way. It was certainly something that was new to you. A man needing to touch you to see if you were up to his standards. It was a nice change of pace. You kinda liked it.
You don't know why, but you believe him. You do something completely out of character that night. You leave your friends and go with this stranger to his home.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" He asks. You reply, trying to keep yourself from stammering and blushing like a schoolgirl.
"I'm fine for now, thank you."
"What is your favorite color, y/n?"
"Um ... Red."
Gyomei laughs softly.
You swallow thickly as his hand glides down your arm.
You clear your throat.
"It's quite all right. Forgive me, this is how I get to know people ... and more intimately, the people I care about. I can stop if you'd prefer. I do not wish to make you uncomfortable, y/n."
You nervously look at your phone and notice a few missed messages. You should probably go. But you're so taken with the stranger who sees with his fingertips that you're having a hard time convincing even yourself.
"What's wrong, y/n? You can talk to me."
"I should get home, Gyomei."
He starts rubbing your back until you relax and let out a small moan.
"That's too bad. But I understand. May I call a car for you? I do not like the idea of you walking alone this late at night." He said.
You really don't want to leave.
You're starting to give yourself the speech: My phone is 83%. I have full service bars. This is a nice neighborhood. I don't have work tomorrow. What if I stayed?
"Y/n," his large hand reaches up to your face and he tilts his head to the side and leans down to kiss your neck. It sends you into a near fit. "Oh," you whispered as the air left your lungs.
"Was that ok? May I do it again?" His voice was as heavy as velvet: It weighed you down so divinely and it felt so warm against your skin.
"Can I taste you?" Gyomei whispers in your ear.
"M-mmhm." You say as he lifts you into his arms.
He gently carries you to his bedroom, places you on your back, and moves between your legs. He hooks his thick finger under your dress and pulls your panties aside.
"Uh, p-please!" You beg as you move your hands to your pussy.
You gasp when he takes hold of your wrist.
"I can tell by your scent how much you want this. So you don't need to touch yourself. Let me make you feel good."
You nod and gasp when his lips make contact with the tip of your clit. You never knew having someone go down on you could feel so good. You feel so warm and relaxed. Gyomei pulls your legs open wider and dips his tongue inside you, moaning against your pussy as he tastes you. You can't help but cry out.
"Y/n, y/n, y/n. You taste so sweet." Gyomei moans as he runs his tongue back up to your clit.
You gasp when he starts rubbing your clit between his fingers as his tongue dips back inside of you.
"Oh my god," You cry.
He hums, pleased with himself.
You squeeze your eyes shut as he pushes a finger inside of you and continues sucking on your clit. His tongue joins in, tasting all of you as you start to become more and more wet.
You cry out when your orgasm hits you and you feel him lapping it all up before pulling his tongue back. He then lifts his face and kisses your pussy and moves to lay beside you, petting your thighs.
"I want to feel your face when you cum for me." Gyomei says, rubbing your breasts.
"O-oh, ok." You whimper.
"Am I too rough?"
You shake your head. "N-not at all."
"You are very sensitive to my touch, aren't you? Just like me. I can feel it in your body, how soft you are." Gyomei purrs as he rubs his fingertips along your neck and between your breasts.
He grunts an exhalation when he feels your nipple harden under his fingertips.
"Gyomei, you're not just some blind guy from a sushi place, are you?" You gasp and cover your mouth. Ashamed at how brazen you just were.
Gyomei lifts himself up and brings his face closer to yours.
"No, not really. There's much to learn, y/n. I don't see a single thing wrong with me, though." He grins. "Your energy is very vibrant. And your hands ... I'm very much intrigued with your hands. They're the hands of a kind woman." He takes one of your hands into his own and kisses it. "But that is not all. The feel of your lips, the softness of your thighs. You have a small frame but your energy is big and strong." He continues.
You gulp. "You, you think I'm small?" You'd heard of people like Gyomei before. You knew how he could just tell certain things about you.
He rubbed your belly. A place you were always painfully self-conscious about. This might even be the first time you've ever let anyone pay such close attention to what you feel is one of your biggest failures.
He got close to your ear and whispered, "You're very soft and delicate. You smell of a very sweet spice. I could go on and on. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever met."
You sigh contently as you grip his arms. He's holding you beneath him.
"I should go now ... I've kept you long enough." You whispered.
He nuzzles his face to your neck, inhaling. "Please, I want you here." He moans.
You tremble as his hands travel down your body. You're so turned on you can't even formulate a thought in your mind.
You whimper when he tugs down the zipper on the side of your dress, opening it and exposing your body.
"I want you. All of you." Gyomei purrs.
You yell out when he takes your panties and tears them from your body.
"Oh god." You whisper.
You're so wet now that if you walked down a flight of stairs you'd probably slip and die.
That's enough of a reason for you to stay.
Your first time together was so gentle it almost made you cry from impatience.
He was painfully slow. But you learned that it heightened every sense and nerve ending on your body.
"Y/n. Oh ... oh g-god, you're so tight." Gyomei whispers, kissing you deeply as he enters you.
You moan loudly as his hands grasp your thighs. Your legs wrapped around his waist. You were already so close you were losing your mind.
"Gyomei, m-more!" You cry.
You moan loudly as he moves his hand to your face, cupping it as his thrusts become harder and more urgent. He moans your name into the shell of your ear as you cling to him, squeezing his hips with your thighs. It hurt a little, but you wanted to be bruised.
"Gyomei," you mewl.
He kisses you and moves his hips harder, grinding as his cock deep inside of you.
He stretched you just beyond your threshold. It was the most delicious thing you've ever felt. Your moans grew louder until your body shuddered.
"Y/n ... not yet, not yet Kitten." Gyomei pants.
He keeps kissing you and fucks you harder until your orgasm washes over you again. You grip the sheets as you whine his name.
"Oh my god!" You cry out as he keeps fucking you through it.
You gasp and hold his face between your hands.
"You're too much!" You cry.
Gyomei chuckles, kissing you.
"Y/n ... please tell me what you need ... I will give it to you."
You gulp.
"I've ... I've never really been with someone ... who could do ... well, what you do." You say softly.
Gyomei moves his hands down your body and over your ass. He groans, feeling the soft flesh give in his immense hands. He grips your waist, running his fingers over the softness of your stomach and hips.
"You're perfect. Y/n, you're so perfect for me." He praises, kissing you.
"Fuck," you whisper, admiring him. He's perfect.
He groans, "Y/n." His fingers glide over your hair. He's petting you. You close your eyes, feeling the love in his caress. You get goosebumps as you say his name. His hands glide down your body, reaching up to grasp your tits. He's practically in tears, squeezing them.
"Oh ... god," You whisper.
He pulls you up onto his cock. You tremble slightly when he starts to thrust up into you.
"You feel it too?" He whispers, moving you on top of his lap.
You lay your head back, rolling your hips as he moves his hands in time with your ass.
"Gyomei, cum for me. I want to feel you let go." You say, feeling the hardness of his cock dip in and out of you.
Gyomei starts to lose his composure, kissing you deeply and holding your head in place as he pushes his tongue into your mouth. He pants heavily as he fucks you hard, his hands on your waist as he moves you up and down.
"I'm so close ... " Gyomei pants. You cry out as you feel his cock twitching inside you. "Y/n, y/n ... " He moans.
You bite your lip, watching as he pulls you down on top of him as he cums inside of you. You hold him as he fucks his load into your pussy, breathing heavily. He moves his head to your shoulder, kissing it gently.
"Y/n, I l–."
You gasp. "W-what?" You ask.
He pulls you off of his hips, lays you down on the bed next to him, and kisses you.
"I ... I ... don't know how to say it. I just feel so close to you."
You frown, wondering if he's going to say he's in love with you. But, it's not necessarily a bad thing. He's just saying what he feels. It's nothing more or less than that.
"It's not my fault I'm blind. But I have good eyes."
You scoff. "You are ridiculous."
He chuckles, "But ... you like me that way."
You smirk. "Maybe ... what do I get out of it?" You tease.
He gasps, "Oh g-god ... how do you do that ... I ... I don't know ... anything."
Gyomei grunts, pushing you back into the bed.
"I have never felt like this before." he says, kissing your neck. "The sun is coming up. Can you feel it?
You pick up your phone and turn on the screen and look at your text messages. "Oh, I have a couple of texts. Probably my friends checking on m–"
Unknown Number: It's Gyomei. Are you free this morning?
Unknown Number: I want to take you out.
"What the... ?" You say, more than confused.
Gyomei has since gotten up and dressed himself. He stands at the side of the bed with his hand outstretched to you.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm taking you to breakfast," he says with the sweetest smile on his face.
It took you a second to understand what was happening. "So, at some point last night, you put your number into my phone ..."
Gyomei laughed. "I had one of your friends sneak it out of your purse last night and she put it in for me. And when you got up for some water a couple of hours ago, I texted you, hoping you wouldn't hear it and check it right away. I may have been a little overzealous in my attempts at distracting you. But, what do you say? Will you have breakfast with me?"
"I would love to, Gyomei." You got dressed and the two of you walked to a café, hand in hand, and had tea and rice.
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chapter 1 - how did we get here? (lt. bradley “rooster” bradshaw)
a/n: i rewatched the great balls of fire scene an embarrassing amount of times. you know, for research purposes. 
summary: Pretending to be in love with Bradley proves to be easier and yet harder than you ever imagined. Rooster breaks down and admits the truth to Phoenix. So naturally, she hatches a plan to get the two together for real. Maverick’s just happy to finally be meeting his son’s wife and not miss out on anything else.
main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist | flight risk masterlist | story description | prologue - lost time | chapter 2 - no such thing as a white lie
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warnings: swearing, mentions of cancer, flashbacks, slight angst towards the end, reuniting at the airport cliches, i love the nickname Sunshine and I know it’s a cliche but i don't care, however busy you think San Diego’s airport is double it,   the classic great balls of fire scene, nervous rambling, Ice is healthy and alive because I said so
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You blinked, taking in the bright San Diego sunlight. The noises of the bustling airport welcomed you as you stepped out into the sunlight, taking in the lines of cars. A bright smile broke out across your face, one that could’ve gotten split your face open right down the middle. Despite the honking of horns, loud conversations, and the call of flight details over the intercom, you never would’ve missed Bradley leaned up against his Bronco, a pair of aviators perched on his face. Bradley’s always been handsome, had a natural charm, but the military had been kind to him in what it did for his physique and appearance. 
"Bradley!” You called, feet already moving towards the tall man before you knew what you were doing. His head swung towards you and a grin broke out across his face and you skid into his arms. He leaned down, slightly picking you up as your arms reached up across his large frame. The truth was, you and Bradley had always been friendly, and you liked him probably more than he liked you, but you wouldn’t deny that getting married to the kid had changed things for your friendship. You would always be fond of him and him you, no matter the distance and time that passed between the two of you. Well, at least that’s what you told yourself as he gently set you back down on the ground, large hands moving to your shoulders to take you in. 
“Well, Sunshine, look at you.” He remarks and you turn your head slightly, feeling your cheeks color lightly. “You look good.” 
“Same could be said for you Bradshaw. I see the Navy has been good to you.” He chuckles. It has been. He’s tan, built, gorgeous- wait what? You shook the thought from your brain. 
“Here, I’ll take care of this. Hop in.” He grabs your luggage, moving it to the back as you easily slid into the front seat, reminiscent of the days the two of you would go to the local dinner near campus to get those cheese fries you liked and the pizza Bradley enjoyed, although you always swore it was no good. The front door opens and he slides in, key turning in the ignition. He weaves around the multitude of cars easily and you settle in, buckling your seatbelt. “How you been Sunshine? How was the flight?” 
“Honestly, the flight wasn't too bad, I hate the airports more than anything. I’m good, keeping busy with work. But I’m happy to be out in sunny San Diego for a little bit. I prefer a West Coast summer to an East Coast one anytime.” 
“You ever been out here? To San Diego?”
“Yeah, I had family out here, not that I speak to them much these days.”
“That’s right, I knew that. Hey, do you wanna grab food on the way back to the house? I don’t know if you’ve eaten anything...”
“Yeah, that sounds great actually. I’ve only had Starbucks and that was at least six hours and an entire different timezone ago.” His laughter rings out and you smile upon hearing the sound again. 
“Any West Coast requests?”
“Please, In’N’Out. I beg of you Bradshaw.” He smirks.
“You always did have good taste. I mean, I would know, you did marry me after all.” You snort. 
“Yeah, speaking of that, what’s been up with you? I have to admit that getting a call from my fake husband to come convince his estranged godfather we’re in love was not on my 2019 Bingo card.” He sighs as the two of you make it out of airport traffic, driving past the sparkling blue of the coastline. 
“Okay, so, how much do you know about me being at UVA? I forget what I’ve told you over the years.”
“Eh, not a lot.”
“Okay, so, okay- I’ll just tell you everything because Mav’s gonna ask you questions about my parents, so congrats, you get to know more about me then most of my friends do.”
“Oh wow Bradshaw, I’m honored that you’re trusting your wife with your life story.” He smirks again. 
“Okay, so my Dad was a pilot in the Navy. He went by a callsign, it’s what we call each other up in the air. His was Goose, and his best friend’s is Maverick. My Dad died when I was young in a training accident. Mav really stepped up after the accident, his wingman Ice too, and they became my uncles. Mav’s the only father figure I’ve had. He was there for me a lot after Mom got sick when I was 14. Anyways, towards the end of Mom’s illness, when we knew she wasn’t going to get better, she asked Mav to pull my application to the Naval Academy. and he did. Mav never told me why he did it, but I was so angry that I walked out. I figured I’d do it on my own, which is how I ended up at UVA in the first place, studying Political Science. I enlisted after I graduated and you know the rest.” 
“I have a question, but I don’t know if it’s appropriate to ask.”
“Ask away.” 
“Why would your Mom ask Maverick to do that? I mean, for as long as I’ve known you, the Navy was always sort of the dream for you. Why would she, or Maverick, stand in the way of that?”
He sighs. “I’d spent my whole life dreaming and talking about growing up to be like my Dad, to get to fly alongside Mav one day, and I guess- I know Mom didn’t want me to go out of the way my Dad did, dying so young and leaving so much behind. She didn’t want to lose both her boys. And Mav cared about Mom a lot and I think he still feels guilty for Dad dying even though he’s been cleared by the Navy so he did what she asked. He didn’t tell me why he did it for years and I always thought he did it because he didn’t think I was good enough to fly with him, that he was trying to stand in my way of succeeding, of being like him and my Dad.” 
“But now you guys are okay?” He nods.
“It’s not what it used to be, but we’re a lot better now. We got called back to TOPGUN- do you know what that is?” You nodded. “Okay, well, we got called back to TOPGUN for a mission. He was our instructor and we butted heads a lot. To make a classified long story short, he ended up flying the mission with us. He- he took a missile for me and I went back for him, disobeying direct orders. Against all odds, we made it back alive and I- there were quite a few moments there where I didn’t think we were coming home and I just- I looked death in the eyes and after walking away from it, all that stuff didn’t seem to be that big of a deal anymore.” The car is silent as you see the unmistakable palm trees and red and white paint that marks In’N’Out in the distance. 
“Holy shit.” You finally breathe out, brain reeling. “No wonder you want to file these divorce papers. I don’t- I can’t imagine getting that call from the Navy.”
“Yeah.”
“So, why lie to Maverick about us?”
“I don’t know- our relationship is still fragile and he was so excited I just- I couldn’t tell him the truth. And he wanted to meet you so badly, he’s been talking about it since I told him you booked your flight that, I don’t know, telling him now just seems so- I don’t know. I’m sorry I’m putting you in this position.” You shake your head.
“After everything you’ve done for me throughout the years, it’s the least I can do for you.”
-
“Walk me through it one more time. There’s a lot of them.” He huffs out a laugh. 
“I know, it's okay. So, don’t forget that my call sign is Rooster and you’re about the only person outside of Mav and Ice that call me Bradley.”
“I’m not calling you Rooster.” He chuckles.
“I know, and I’ve told them that, that you prefer to keep my work life separate from our personal life.”
“Sly Bradshaw.”
“Thanks, I’m quite proud of myself. Anyways, there’s Mav, which-”
“Yeah, got that down.”
“Great. There’s Uncle Ice, but you’ll meet him later this week.”
“Okay.”
“There’s Phoenix, She’s my wingman and one of my best friends. There’s Bob, her WSO-”
“WSO?”
“Right, you’re not a pilot. Weapons Security Officer. You’ll like Bob. There’s Hangman, who- well he and I have a complicated history and he’s kind of an ass. There’s his wingman Coyote, who’s pretty cool. You’ll like Coyote, Fanboy too. Fanboy is Payback’s WSO, and Payback’s also cool.”
“You said there was 12 of you.”
“There is, but that’s all whose coming tonight.” 
“Fuck, am I gonna have to learn more people’s names?” He laughs. 
“Yeah. Oh, and there’s Penny Benjamin, who owns the bar we’re going to tonight, and her daughter Amelia. Penny is kind of Mav’s girlfriend but if you ask them that, they’ll deny it. I actually think you’ll get along with Amelia like a house on fire, which almost gave Mav a heart attack. As far as the ring goes-” 
“I’ve taken care of that.” You hold up your hand, wriggling your fingers.”I found this ring in my childhood bedroom years ago and my parents never knew where it came from so it sort of became mine. It’ll do for our purposes. I hate traditional wedding rings anyways. What are we telling them about PDA? Pet names?”
“You hate it. Sunshine is the only nickname I’ll use for you.”
“Okay, good to know. It’s not a lie.” 
“No, it isn’t, and we’re already lying enough to them anyways. Also, you should know that my group of friends- well, we’re already pretty loud and we can definitely be competitive and well- we’re not exactly nice to each other a lot of the time, but it’s only ever in fun. I’ve told them to leave you out of it but if you catch one of us slinging insults at each other during a game of pool, just- be prepared.” 
“Anything else I should know before we throw ourselves to the wolves?” You ask, suddenly nervous as you eye the bar the two of you have just arrived at. 
“We should be good.”
“What do I do if someone asks me a question I don’t know the answer to?” 
“I won’t leave your side, I promise. It won’t happen.” You nod, let out a shaky breath as your stomach turns. Rooster takes your hand, the one thing you had both agreed on and he pushes the door open as you pray your hand doesn’t start sweating in his. The bell jingles, which attracts the attention of the woman working at the bar, and she smiles at him. 
“Well Bradshaw, I do hope this is the wonderful lady you’ve been hiding from us.” Bradley tips his head. 
“Indeed Penny. This is (Y/N), my wife.” She extends a hand over the countertop and you shake it, taking note that this is Penny, Mav’s not-girlfriend.
“Where’s Mav? Amelia?” She sighs, shaking her head. 
“Up to no good, probably.” The door opens again and a boisterous group steps through the door. Your eyes scan the group, counting a total of 5. The woman spots the two of you first and she makes a beeline for you. She’s a lot shorter than Bradley is but as you take in her posture and sharp look, you figure that this must be Phoenix. The rest of the group isn’t too far behind and one of the men claps Bradley on the shoulder. 
“Bradshaw, please tell me you finally brought your wife out of hiding.” A different man in the group, shorter this time pipes up.
“Yeah, we were starting to think she wasn’t real.”
“Especially considering you’ve never mentioned her before now.” Phoenix states, eyes narrowing. Bradley sighs. 
“Daggers, this is my wife (Y/N). Sunshine, this is Bob, Phoenix, Payback, Fanboy, and Coyote.” Coyote chuckles. 
“Sunshine?”
“Long story.” 
“It really isn’t, Bradley always thought I was a ray of sunshine during our time at UVA, that I was always so talkative and upbeat and cheerful that I needed to be referred to as Sunshine. He won’t let it go.” 
“Him and Maverick could learn a lesson about letting things go.” Penny calls, a smirk on her face. Bradley rolls his eyes in response. 
“Listen, she loves it.”
“I don’t know that I do.” He shoots you a look. 
“And what would you prefer I call you sweetheart?”
“Well, I don’t know, that’ll work.” Fanboy makes a face.
“God, could the two of you get any more in love?” Mmm, probably Fanboy.
“Shut it, Fanboy. Where’s Hangman?” 
“He got caught up at work.” Bradley’s eyes narrow at Coyote’s response.
“What’d he do?” 
“What didn’t he do should be the question.” Bob mutters. 
“You know how he is, man. Hangman leaves you hanging and poor Maverick’s and enough of it.” 
“Mav making him do pushups?”
“All 300 of ‘em.” Bradley chuckles. The door opens to reveal an older man, bomber jacket and all and you know from the moment you set eyes on him that this is the legendary Maverick. He pulls off his aviators, taking in the bar and you realize just how much Bradley takes after his godfather. 
“Pete.” Penny calls out and he turns. He smiles, making his way down to the group. He arrives at Bradley’s shoulder and smiles at you. 
“(Y/N), this is my godfather, Pete Mitchell. Mav, this is my wife.” His smile only grows, but there seems to be a hint of sadness, of melancholy, behind it. He extends his hand, but you opt for a hug instead which causes the man to laugh. 
“Nice to meet you.” He whispers and you smile. 
“You as well. Bradley’s told me so much about you.” He clears his throat and glances at Bradley like he wouldn’t have expected him to say anything about him at all. 
“I admittedly don’t know much as I would like. Here, why don’t I buy you a drink? You can tell me everything Baby Goose won’t share.” Your eyebrows raise as Bradley groans. 
“Baby Goose?”
“Mav, do we gotta- it’s been like two minutes, how are you embarrassing me already?” 
“It’s cute.” You coo and a blush starts fighting it’s way up his tan skin. 
“Yeah yeah.” He grumbles. You took a seat at the bar and Maverick settles opposite from you as the crew makes their way to the pool table, sans Hangman, who’d still yet to appear. Bradley had left you after you promised you’d be fine for a little while without him and he had departed with a kiss on your cheek to which you had blushed, inciting a chuckle and head shaking from Maverick, mumbling something about kids in love. You talked with Maverick, not sure with how much time passed, as business at the bar picked up around you. You had to admit that your nerves had gone as quickly as they’d shown and this was a lot easier than you anticipated it to be.
“So, now that Bradley’s stationed here, do you think you’ll make the move from Boston?” You paused, shrugging a shoulder. 
“I mean, we’ve talked about it but, I don’t- I love my career and my job and he’s gone so often that we aren’t sure how permanent this is that-”
Maverick shakes his head. “The news that they were becoming an official squadron together took a lot of people by surprise and we’ve only just found out. It’s okay to not have all the answers.” You bow your head. 
“I mean, I love San Diego, I would absolutely consider moving here, but I’m married to my career and I just-”
“Kid, it’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You swallowed, trying not to let on that you didn’t have the answers Maverick was looking for. The doorbell jingled and you glanced up to see a tall blond strutting the door, a cocky grin on his face. Maverick sighed and you glanced over at the man. Your eyes watched as this mystery man made his way over to the pair of you.
“Pops, thanks for the extra 300 pushups, I appreciated the delay.”
“Well, you’re welcome Hangman.” Ah, so this was the belated and notorious Hangman. Hangman cocked his head but quickly turned his attention to you. 
“And what do we have here? A gorgeous lady, perhaps? And does the gorgeous lady have a name?” You open you mouth but Maverick beats you to it.
“Hangman, this is Rooster’s wife, (Y/N).” 
“Pleasure to meet you Hangman.”
“Pleasure’s all mine darling. Say, if you ever get tired of dear old Rooster, I’m happy to be of service.” He drawls, settling an arm around your shoulder. You raise an eyebrow and Maverick shakes his head. 
“Hangman, as your superior officer I feel as though I should remind you that adultery is a crime and can get you dishonorably discharged.” You gasp, turning towards Maverick.
“Is it really? I mean- I don’t know why that surprises me, I just can’t believe the Navy cares. Then again, my parents were cheating on each other so it’s not really like- you know what I’m gonna stop talking now.” Hangman huffs out a laugh removing his arm as Maverick chuckles. The sound of the the jukebox getting unplugged echoed through the Hard Deck and you looked over the piano, where Bradley was testing out a few keys. Coyote comes up behind you, groaning. You glance at him. 
“What’s he doing?” Hangman smirks. 
“Just watch and see.” The beginning chords of Great Balls of Fire begins to play and suddenly you’re taken back to when you were 20 years old, at the house party that got you into this mess in the first place.
The crickets were chirping as the music sounded far away. It was muted and you weren’t sure because it was inside or because you really felt that terrible. The wood underneath you was scratchy and you shifted uncomfortably, pulling your knees up to the step in front of you as you allow your head to fall onto your knees. You remember the wetness of your tears dripping down your face as you heard the college students singing. You swallow, trying to push back the way everything is crashing into you at once. Coming here was a bad idea, being here tonight was a bad idea, this wasn’t helping, just reminded how alone you were-
Bradley has the bar up in cheers and suddenly your chest feels tight as you come back to yourself as the chants overtake the bar, not unlike the night that you and Rooster had agreed to get married. Maverick glances at you and you take a sip of your beer, trying to shove down whatever it is that’s crawling up your throat. 
“He do this often?” You ask to no one in particular and Coyote snorts. 
“Yeah, you could say that.” 
Hangman smirks. “Ten bucks this is the first song of at least four tonight.” 
“You’re on Seresin, my money’s on at least six. He’s got his wife here and all.” Hangman glances down at you. 
“Bradshaw ever serenade you like that?” You tilt your head, watching Bradley disappear out the front door of the Hard Deck. “(Y/N)?” You shake your head, fighting the frown as he leaves. 
“Um, yeah, yeah he has. A few times in college. Uhm, not so much anymore but that just to do with the distance and everything.” You mutter, face feeling hot as you blink back tears. 
“Hey, you okay?” You hear Maverick’s voice come from next to you. 
“Uh, yeah, this is all just a lot and overwhelming and I- you know what, will you tell me more stories about Bradley? As a kid?” Maverick nods as Hangman and Coyote collect their drinks and move back to the pool table. Maverick starts telling you a story from when Bradley was in high school as you watch Phoenix move out the door behind him. 
-
He moved to the bench Penny kept towards the back patio of the Hard Deck. He sighed, sitting down gently. He watches the waves crash onto the shore as the pink hues of sunset run together with purples of evening dusk, creating a sight to behold on the horizon. San Diego really did have the best sunsets. 
“Bradshaw?” He doesn’t turn, doesn’t acknowledge Phoenix as her footsteps stop a few feet behind him. “Everything good?”
“Yeah, I’m good, just needed air for a minute.” 
“You’re separated from her, aren’t you?”
“What?” He twists, facing Natasha. She shakes her head. 
“Rooster, I’ve known you for a long time now. You’ve never mentioned a wife, you wear no ring, the way the two of you haven’t spent one moment together tonight, you’re separated from her.” He sighs, facing back to the ocean. She takes a few steps closer. “Why wouldn’t you be honest?” A pause. “Is it because of Maverick?” 
“Jesus fucking- Phoenix now is not a good time to be doing this!” He snaps but that only encourages the women to come closer. She gently sits down next to him, eyeing him with a measured look. 
“Rooster, tell me what’s going on. Talk to me. Tell me the truth.”
“You want the truth? Fine, here’s the truth. We got married less than a year into my Navy service because she was a friend of a friend and she desperately needed the benefits. We always figured we’d split when we found other partners but then we didn’t and then Mav asked about her and fuck- he’d be so disappointed in me if he knew the truth. I couldn’t lie to him.” Phoenix says nothing, just looking at him with that piercing look of hers. 
“Do you regret it?”
“No.” He says firmly. “She desperately needed those benefits and she did for a long time. It’s only been within the last five years she’s found a secure, stable job within her field. But God, seeing her in the flesh, after years, Nat, I’m- Her and I are divorcing. Going on that mission, seeing her now, it’s confirmed it. I don’t want her to get a call like the one my Mom got because she doesn’t deserve that. I care about her too much to let that happen. But lying to Maverick is harder than I thought it would be and I-”
“Rooster, hey, whoa, it’s okay.” He takes a shaky breath as his best friend eyes him. “For what it’s worth, if I didn’t know you as well as I did, I would be fooled by the performance the two of you are putting on.” She sighs, rubbing her hands together. “The idiots haven’t figured it out, no way. And Maverick just adores her, it’s so obvious. What are you gonna tell him? About why the two of you are getting divorced?”
He shrugs and gives a nervous chuckle. “I didn’t think that far in advance.” 
“You better figure it out because Maverick’s gonna be devastated you hid it from him.”
He sucks in a deep breath through gritted teeth. “I know.” 
She hesitates for a moment, biting her lip. “Are you sure you want to go through with this?” He nods. There’s footsteps and they both turn to see you a few feet away, hesitating. 
“Sorry, am I interrupting?” They shake their heads and Phoenix stands up. 
She smiles and nods her head as she moves past, tossing a “It was nice to meet you.” Over her shoulder as she strides back into the Hard Deck. You replace Phoenix in the seat next to him and he looks at you. 
“Everything okay?” You ask softly. 
He nods. “Are you good?” You nod but then shake your head. 
“Yeah, it’s- I’ll be fine, it’s just a lot. Overwhelming.” 
“Do you wanna go?”
“Yes please.” You whisper, shutting your eyes briefly. He stands up, taking your hand as the two of you walk back to the car. He squeezes it, trying not to think about the way his own heart is twisting. 
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“So Bradshaw is dumber than I ever even realized.”
“Easy there Bagman.”
“Not sure I’m following why this is relevant, Phoenix.” Payback states from where he’s leaned up against the counter.
“Because. When is the last time you’ve heard about Rooster settling down? Having a serious girlfriend?” Fanboy snorts. 
“Maybe never.”
“Exactly. And well, if they’re already married then maybe it wouldn’t hurt to you know-” She clicks her tongue and make a little motion with her shoulder. 
“Oh, I don’t like that look on your face.” Bob moaned, taking in the mischievous glint in Phoenix’s eyes. Hangman smirked.
“Whatcha got in mind Trace?”
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penvisions · 10 months
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the melting point {chapter 2}
frankie morales x f! reader (description provided to help establish plot points)
word count: 1.5k
warnings: mild gore, mentions of past bullying, mentions of past trauma, ptsd, prescription pills 
You picked up your phone from where it rested in the first cup holder in between the seats of your truck, shifting the gear into park as you pulled up into one of the two spots within your little gate area behind the building. The shadow of your balcony offering shelter from the open sky. You looked at the three missed messages but decided to ignore them until you were out of the shower. Making your way in through the back door of the building, you made sure the bakery was locked and all the cooler doors were shut, checking on the still cooling cookies on a speed rack before moving them into the walk in.
You unlocked the door that led to the stairs, locking it back behind you. A soft meow sounded from the top of the stairs, a small black face with cream and orange splotches greeting you before quickly disappearing. You chuckled to yourself as you walked up into your open living room, kitchen space, looking across it the door to your bedroom opened and a tabby face was peering from the crack.
“Hey, Rig.” You smiled at him, dropping your bag right at the top of the stairs and wiggling your fingers at the larger tabby cat. He ran up to you and began meowing with fever. You always fed them when you got home for the day. Stepping out of your shoes and putting them on the shoe rack along the way, you gushed. “Alright, alright, I got you.”
You downed the remaining water in your gym bottle before rinsing it in the sink, window above it looking out onto the street below. You set it atop the rack beside the sink before turning and taking off your tee, you tossed it on the couch, moving to step out of your workout shorts. Padding through the living room in only your sports bra and underwear, you made for the shower. The whole right side of the space was made up of the large bathroom with a tub and a walk in shower and your bedroom that had a door to the balcony. You turned the water to warm and peered into the mirror. You frowned at your reflection, not liking the face staring back at you. You had caramel skin, a ton of freckles and moles, copper locks. You had been a target for remarks all throughout school, people telling you that you were too white to be Hispanic and too Hispanic to be white, called dirty, mixed, to pick a side…Fog began to distort your view and you turned to enter the shower.
As you were reaching up behind you to work shampoo in, soft, warm brown eyes flashed in your mind’s eye and caused a wave of chills to travel over your skin despite the heat of the water. Your hands clenched in your hair. You pursed your lips as you thought of the man attached to them, he had been so…yummy. Broad, thick body underneath casual clothes and a baseball cap, brown curls flourishing from around it, begging for hands to run through them at an attempt to tame them. The wrinkles around those soft, brown eyes had a flash of heat spiking in your core, up your abdomen. You gasped as you recalled the firm, callous that his hands were when you shook out a greeting. You hadn’t been greeted by a man like that since your time as an EMT. Even when people took the time to thank you for your service, which was extremely rare as you weren’t a police officer or firefighter, people offered to shake your hand.
You hadn’t touched anyone, even casually in far too long. Working long days in the bakery, trying to keep in shape, trying to keep the cats and yourself alive. You sighed as you ran a hand down your body, imagining it belonged to Frankie. You ran it over the slope of your breasts and down the valley of them lower, lower…
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You twirled once in the mirror, the skirt of your olive-colored dress fanning around your thighs. You had paired the casual thing with brown leather strappy sandals that had a bit of a wedge heel. Your wavy curls falling to frame your face, you had done some winged eyeliner and a pale lip to help look you less tired than you were. Letting loose a held breath, you reached for your bag and phone on the bed beside the sleeping cats and took off across the apartment. Down the stairs you loaded up into the truck, peering around the quiet street with the air of the light hanging from the bottom of the balcony.
Excitement thrummed through your body, you were going to try and sit next to Frankie and learn more about him, the man intriguing beyond belief…
You picked up your phone and sent off a text to Benny saying you were on your way before looking at the other notifications you had put off opening. There were a couple from your father and two from different friends. They were wishing you a happy five-year anniversary and with a jolt you felt your mind shut down. Your fingers faltered on the keys in the ignition as memories and splashes of blood flashed in front of your eyes.
You tore the keys from the ignition and slammed the door of the truck shut before blindly entering the building and going up the stairs. You let your bag fall beside the shoe rack and didn’t bother to turn on any lights as your made your way to your room to slowly change your dress for an oversized tee and the boy shorts, it and the sandals shoved deep under the bed. You crawled underneath the covers and turned your phone on silent, you reached over to the nightstand and picked up a pill bottle. You swallowed two of them and curled up with the cats, who were curiously sniffing at your returned form.
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“Well,” Frankie spoke when it had been an hour since your text to Benny telling him you were leaving the bakery. He drank from his pint glass, his next words sarcastic. “Looks like my presence wasn’t enough to make her start hanging out. Sorry to disappoint, guys.”
He didn’t know why it really bothered him so much, you had been so genuine. The guys hyping you out, telling him how your dry humor was snippy and hilarious, how you always thought to bring the pastries that didn’t sell to them to fuel their bar ventures, how you always looked so simultaneously, endearingly concentrated and spacing out while working out or running. How there was so much interest in the mystery of what you used to do and why you got a service discount from the taco truck one night across the street. The vendor had gushed and thanked you while you nervously waved him off. The guys had overheard while you were getting your order to go. You were a touch too fit, your arm muscles too toned for a bakery.
“She seemed excited, though.” Benny slumped down to touch his forehead on the table once. He had taken a liking to you at sign up, you had listened to the welcome speech and the tour with interest. Most people tended to space out or not pay attention in favor of taking in the gym and already planning workouts. You had paid attention and thanked him before departing. You thanked him every evening, now that he thought about it, you were always the last one at the end of the day. You coming at just after 5 on the dot everyday after you closed the bakery.
“She really did…I wonder if she’s okay.”
“Well, Benny said his thumbs at has a ‘read receipt’.” Will spoke up, watching them all pout over your absence. He had only met you once, when he had helped Benny to install a few new machines after close one day. Benny had let you stay over a bit, something about a late start. You had been too kind in your thanks, offering them pastries for the next day. “She probably got sidetracked or somethin’.”
“Well, I’ll just ask her what happened tomorrow.”
He didn’t get to ask you the next day, or the one after that….or the one after that. It was on that third day that he had made a trip out to the bakery, though it was closed. Looked like it had been all day. He had gotten out and peered into the shop, he had been tempted to ring the bell at the gate but he had chickened out once he was standing in front of it. You were only a patron in his gym, albeit a friendly one, but it really wasn’t his place. If another day or two passed, he would come back and do it.
He didn’t. He decided to call your emergency contact, the area code hadn’t even been in the same state. It had the same area code as yours.
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jamespotterthefirst · 11 months
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Return to the Coast
Book: Open Heart, book 2
Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende)
Word count: 950
Rating: E
Prompt: “Why are you covering up? I have already seen everything.”
Warning: Strong Language and NS*FW content. Please use discretion and caution when viewing this work. By viewing of this work, you consent that you are 18+
Summary: They are back in Miami where their first kiss happened. This time, they are free to do what they longed to do that night. Note: Thank you @trappedinfanfiction for sending the prompt!
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“Did you hide the Gatsby theme from me because you were hoping to get out of wearing the suspenders?”
Lilac, clad in a lush bathrobe, sits on their hotel bed, the contents of both of their suitcases sprawled all over the expensive sheets. She inspects a beaded number with clinical scrutiny before returning her attention to the ensuite door. The gentle patter of shower water is her only reply. 
“Because you should know by now that I will never pass up an opportunity to stay on theme.”
“I didn’t tell you about the theme because it was so trivial to me that I completely forgot about it.”
“Lucky for you, I'm a big shot doctor and I get the newsletter now.”
“I wouldn't deem that lucky.”
“My new career status or your inevitable Jay Gatsby fate?” 
“Both. You earned your current career through hard work. I wouldn't call that luck.”
His deep, lush voice echoes around the tile. 
“And as for the Gatsby costume, I'm wearing a suit and calling it a day.”
“And the hat. You're wearing the hat.”
“Absolutely not.”
She opens her mouth to reply, intent on kindling what promised to be banter characteristic to them. However, she completely forgets her reply. 
At that moment, Ethan’s glistening frame emerges from the shower and her attention is completely stolen. Through the bathroom mirror, she can see the hard planes and deep valleys that sculpt his body. They are not alien to Lilac— her hands, lips, tongue, eyes were very familiar with each— but he was still a sight to behold. He fastens a towel around his waist and then—
Striking blue eyes meet hers through the glass in a flash.
Despite all the time that has passed, she feels like the same lovestruck intern she used to be all those years ago. Unlike the first time, Ethan holds her gaze and a crooked smirk tugs at his lips ever so slightly. 
“Enjoying the view, Rookie?”
The glint in his eyes is equal parts playful and daring. He no doubt sees the blush burning her skin and enjoys it. If Lilac knows anything about him, it’s the devilish, smug side of him that emerges whenever he has this effect on her. 
“Partly,” she challenges. Very deliberately, her eyes fall from his eyes down to his chest to the hard muscle of his abdomen. They finally rest on the knot securing the towel to his waist. “Why are you covering up? I have already seen everything.”
It’s his turn to blush. It’s a subtle bloom of colors kissing his neck and cheeks but it’s still satisfying. He doesn’t miss a beat, though. Something dark settles in his eyes as he takes the bait.
“I have to keep things challenging for you.”
“You’re going to make me work for it, Ramsey?”
She’s on her feet now, slowly padding toward him. Ethan holds her gaze all the way through, azure eyes darkening more with each of her steps. 
“I’ll be the one working you, Allende.”
“Oh, yeah?”
Their noses are inches apart, which requires Lilac lifting herself on her tiptoes. 
“Yes. I'm going to work you so hard you're going to forget about that theme.”
He kisses her with such intensity that she is almost knocked off her feet. Though the loss of her balance could've been by his words, uttered in that low, baritone voice that makes her core melt. Either way, Ethan's strong arms catch her as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss. 
“We're going to be late,” she whispers in between kisses.
 It's not a protest but a dizzy acknowledgement. 
“I don't give a damn.”
He has her perched on the edge of the counter now, his hands getting lost under her robe. 
“Good,” she replies but the word is a moan as his fingers tug on the lace of her panties. They're on the floor moments later. Her bathrobe, bra, and his towel follow suit shortly after. 
“You're so beautiful,” he mutters, kissing the tops of her breasts. He continues to tease them, the rough scruff of his beard making her shiver. Lilac moans, arching her body into his mouth. His tongue expertly brings her to the brink. 
“Mmm, give it to me, Ethan,” she begs. 
He obliges. 
Eyes holding her gaze, he enters her slowly. They both moan, staying still long enough to relish the feeling of her body accommodating him. Then, he begins to move, making good on his dark promise with every delicious stroke. Their collective moans echo around the marble. It doesn't take long for his powerful body to bring her close. 
“Oh, God!” she cries, nails digging into his back. 
Ethan grunts and she can feel he is close too. A few more rough strokes and they're both crying out, bodies quivering. When the high is over, he meets her eyes and gives her a lazy smile. 
“What?” 
“It's a good feeling.”
Lilac raises her brows. “I really hope so, Ramsey.”
He laughs. “Not just that.”
Before she can reply, he kisses her. 
“I mean being in Miami. It's a good feeling being back with you.”
This time, she matches his smile, feeling the sun itself radiate from her chest. 
“I agree. It's good to be back where it all started. Though things are definitely different now.”
Smile growing more radiant, she raises her right hand to demonstrate. The golden bathroom light makes the engagement ring glitter. Ethan takes her hand and gently presses a kiss to it. 
“Indeed,” he agrees. “And I can finally openly say what I longed to say that night on the balcony.”
Lilac already knows but she asks anyway. 
“And what is that?” 
His soft lips meet hers in a tender kiss. 
“I love you.”
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Note: Thank you so much for reading! I hope to be back reading and writing in the next few days 🩷
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Okay for Simon romancing people in Stardew Valley, we gotta evaluate the potential relationship with each of the characters, so, starting with the Bachelors!!
Alex: gives young person vibes, similar to how Sam does, but more then that i just don't think he's Simon's type. Cocky Jock with Gridball on the brain, eh. I don't know they'd have anything to talk about, really.
Elliott: Aesthetically quite nice, though I don't know if I picture Simon as being very appearance focused in partnerships. Very Artsy. Could work, though I think Simon would be pretty neutral towards him initially.
Harvey: Huge Bonus is that he does not appear as young as some of the other Bachelors. I'm also biased, as He and Sam are the only two I've gotten to marriage to personally. (and quite liked both of them) That said...I don't think he has enough Confidence for Simon. He's dedicated to being a doctor, sure, but he's also nervous, with huge amounts of anxiety at times. He talks constantly about the health and safety of the town, but when other topics do come up, particularly in dating, he's easily flustered. As cute as i find him (and his mustache) I don't think Simon would be interested.
Sam: Reads as too young. everything's still about skateboards and music. Not too young for romance, mind, I romanced him, but too young for Simon. does have golden retriever energy though, which is nice, and really loves his younger brother, also a plus. and he does grow a little once married, But I think it would feel weird. Better match for someone Athena or Apollo's age.
Sebastian: Now here's where we get into the fun stuff!! I think Sebastian would NOT like Simon, who in turn would be....very neutral towards the young man, and completely unaware of the one sided rivalry brewing. See, a lot of the problems Sebastian faces are concerns about not being able to establish himself. He's living in his Mom's basement, with his Step Father he dosn't get along well with, and half-sister who he sees as being favored over him. He also feels no one takes his job seriously, (example, in his two heart event we learn Abigail plans to come visit regardless of him working) but one thing he IS is the town's resident Goth, even more so then Abby. So, imagine, just imagine, how frustrating it would be for him when Simon rolls up, Grumpy and Standoffish, Shock of black hair, dressed all in black, hawk perched on his shoulder, already having his own space with a job everyone recognizes and not having to answer to anyone. If we wanted to count who's edgier, Simon's even been to prison. Heck, in this world he might even have prison tats, anything could happen. And Simon? not the least bit concerned about this, or even aware.
Shane: On the one hand, no one should romance Shane. Shane needs a friend, absolutely, but he also needs therapy, and is not ready to commit to marriage. I might feel differently about this if he wasn't returning to drinking after tying the knot, or reacted to you giving him Beer after quitting. On the other hand, they're both deeply troubled, and I absolutely pair deeply troubled fictional characters, both romantically and platonically. (Bobby Lives! Blackbright whomst, on both counts) They could be deeply troubled.....together..........
And that's the Bachelors! Next up, Bachelorettes..... Abigail: One of her Big character conflicts is growing pains and tension with her Dad. Too young for Simon.
Emily: Too new age-y. I do think they could be friends, though. She'd gift him crystals to "help him absorb negative energy" and he'd get caught in anything she's hung from the ceiling, like dream catchers or beaded curtains. She would be brightly optimistic even as he grouses about life, though wouldn't always appreciate his sarcastic ways.
Haley: Okay hear me out, same energy as Blackmahdi, or NyQuill as I prefer to call it. Sure, it's missing the Ying-Yang color scheme, but consistently arguing? taking pot-shots at each other? both being complex characters with real human motivations underneath their cruel exterior? yeah. It could work. Emily wouldn't be thrilled that that's how they talk to each other though.
Leah: Don't have a reason for it other then I just don't see it. Like, sure, it could happen, but I just don't think it would, you know?
Maru: Simon would be immediately put off by her dad, like that's a big no. Also, she reads fairly young, being at least younger then Seb. also, while he may be reasonably fond of her as a person, (or maybe not, i dunno) I think growing up with Aura may have killed any interest in inventors in general.
Penny: Okay, I know I said Harvey was too timid for Simon, and Penny doesn't exactly exude confidence, but it's not the same. She's a lover of children, who's actively trying to teach the only two children in town. She's aggressively helpful, and trapped in rough circumstances. Also, he could sweep her up in his arms and hold her close and she could gently help him through his anxiety attacks and no I'm not projecting-
Lastly, It's not Romance, but Platonic,
Krobus: No notes. Sweet little guy. Perfection. Simon would share his house with him, as would anyone.
And that's the list!! let me know if you want to hear potential dynamics with the other townsfolk, I may have more thoughts about some of them then others, of course.
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