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Historical AUs!

We have 26 incredible fics submitted to this list, stretching from the fifth century up to the 1990s. We have stories that fit into just over 2,000 words, and others that are more than 200,000! This list includes one LiLo fic, and we also have our first ever non-English rec, with a French language fic -- truly the language of love.

To all my fellow history lovers, it's time to go apeshit. Read, reblog, comment, kudos, bookmark, tell your friends, all that jazz -- your local fanfic writer appreciates it!

Here In The Afterglow by fondleeds (88649, Not Rated, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Violence, bullying, homophobia, slurs

1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

Reccer says: The beautifully chosen words, the captivating story, the queer joy!!!

Unrequited by babyhoneyhslt (144000, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Omega Prince Harry is send to France to marry Prince Louis, but instead of the nice boy he knew when they were children, he is met with a cold and distant husband and no idea as to why.

Reccer says: It was so interesting to follow along with this and try to figure out why Louis was behaving this way. And then later see them fall in love. Really liked it and can't recommend it enough.

Danger I can’t hide by CelticSky (227290, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: War, homophobia

Flying Officer Styles and Sergeant Tomlinson would have likely never crossed paths in a time of peace, their lives laid out neatly, predictably before them. But then the world became unrecognisable. Too soon they grew accustomed to fear, surrounded by death and destruction, not even their freedom a certainty any more. Until they found each other. Comfort. Companionship. Understanding. Another person to lose.

Reccer says: It's one of those fics that I'd describe as monumental, masterful, epic. In my opinion, it should be made into a film, and brought to everyone's attention. The script is brilliant and relentless. The characters are subtle and nuanced. The writing is exemplary. A masterpiece.

Secrets in Winter by softfonds (82582, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

If Harry Styles thought he was going to have a peaceful winter while staying far away from the rake who lived across the street, he was sorely wrong on two fronts. A Victorian AU.

Reccer says: I loved the plot and the character development of the main pairing.

A cycle of recycled revenge by Brokenbeaks (103302, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Foxburgh, England, 1983. In the heat of summer, wreathed by pastures, rolling knolls, and thatched-roof cottages, Louis takes on a new job: caretaking for a recently blinded man named Harry. As it begins, what seems like a simple task turns into a quest that costs him every last bit of his pride and tolerance. Harry is, in practice, a two-legged curse. And Louis is just gonna have to put up with it. Or: The one where Harry likes to infuriate Louis almost as much as he enjoys straddling his lap.

Reccer says: Absolutely excellent. I was a bit worried about how Harry's blindness would be handled, but it was done wonderfully. Perfect fic. Perfect writing. Perfect plot.

Through Lonely Streets and Neon Lights by Sweetly_disposed (25107, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

1920's era, Great Gatsby inspired. Harry is a poor boy living in the South Village. Every night he watches the North City come alive and longs of crossing the river to be a part of it and escape his dreary life. The infamous Mr Tomlinson lives across the river from Harry. His parties are the stuff of legend; people on both sides know about them, and all Harry wants is a chance to go to one. When fate swings his way and he finds himself in Mr Tomlinson's house, he gets much more than he could ever have bargained for.

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Chasing empty spaces by Lis (Domesticharry) (79028, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

Reccer says: This fic is simply magnificent. A must read

An invincible Summer by Brooklyn_Babylon (44627, Explicit, Harry Styles Louis Tomlinson)

Never content to stay in one place for long, a few months down south researching for his novel seemed like an idyllic, slow-paced summer to Louis. He wasn't ready for the blistering heat, the backbreaking work of watermelon picking, or how stifling the attitudes in rural Georgia would feel. And he definitely hadn’t anticipated falling in love with the farmer’s son. The summer of 1946 would turn out to be everything worth writing about.

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Box of Rain by Indierection (amandamoraisa) (26631, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

1970 AU, Louis is a boxer and Harry a ring boy

Reccer says: The era is well transcribed (the way of life, the music), and the story is very charming.

Cela aussi passera (French-language fic) by Hazzunah (110721, Not Rated, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

1993: Louis is 16. It's summertime, by a lake in France. He meets Harry. 1999: Louis is in Japan; he hasn't seen Harry for 6 years, since that fateful summer. He thought he'd lost him forever.

Reccer says: For years, I've been reading only in English, but there's still the odd French fic that I come across that's really good. "This too shall pass" is one of them. It's set in the 90s, it's beautifully written, it's moving, and the characters are well characterized. For me, it's a gem. So I recommend it. For anyone who can read in French.

You Make The World Taste Better by LiveLaughLoveLarry/loveislarryislove (10000, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Harassment and threats from the rival baker, culminating in physical violence and a grisly end in keeping with the fairy tale

A twist on Hansel and Gretel as a rivalry between bakers, based on Hans Traxler’s fictional non-fictional text "The Truth About Hansel and Gretel"

Reccer says: This fic is such a wild adaptation of a story almost everyone knows, capturing both the sweet (literally, since Harry is a baker haha) elements and also the darkness of the tale.

No One Like You by myownspark (20000, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles were noted painters in the 19th century. Louis was a Neoclassicist, Harry a Romantic -- totally different, nothing in common, no connection. But centuries later, art historians Niall and Liam find something that suggests perhaps the two were more intertwined than people think.

Reccer says: I love the parallel timelines, watching Louis and Harry's relationship develop and fracture and heal at the same time as watching Niall and Liam discover things. We see pieces of history they're trying to puzzle together, and then we see the history as it happened, what it really was and what it meant to them.

Bloom by LadyAJ_13 (28909, Teen, Liam Payne/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Non-graphic violence, period-typical attitudes

In early 1970s Oxford, Detective Sergeant Louis Tomlinson has to deal with the dual pressures of a case that hits too close to home, and the arrival of new colleague Liam Payne.

Reccer says: This was an incredible, atmospheric, moody historical mystery fic. Topped off with a lovely, happy ending that had me tearing up.

Under Electric Candlelight by littleroverlouis (5051, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

In the 1970s, small town veterinarian Louis moves to NYC and meets a beauty at the bar named H who sometimes goes by Lola.

Reccer says: So immersive you feel like you're in 1970s Manhattan. The characters are truly electric and lovely.

this is my jam by disgruntledkittenface (4513, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Harry goes to a gay bathhouse for the first time. 90s AU.

Reccer says: This story is so much more than it first appears. I could feel the atmosphere and the emotion of the moment of the characters finding a freedom that didn't exist for them outside of the bathhouse's walls. It's an absolutely beautiful (and hot) exploration of such a specific time and place. So layered and thoughtful and hopeful and real.

After Dark, After Light by QuickedWeen (71440, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Kidnapping, battlefield

Louis Tomlinson is the mysterious commander of the Sutherland army sent back with Harry on orders from his laird to help shore up Clan Edwards' defenses. As the winter draws nearer by the day, the two are thrown together to prepare for the invasion that they expect as soon as the ground thaws.

Reccer says: This fic just sweeps you away to the Scottish Highlands! Such a fun historical romance!

the sanctity of patience by scrunchyharry (22521, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

When young Lord Harry was chosen by King Louis of Bavaria to become his husband and prince consort, Harry thought all of his dreams had come through. His illusions came crashing down when he understood it meant living in isolation in the alpine castle of Neuschwanstein with a husband who turned out to be far from what he had hoped for.

Reccer says: The writing is gorgeous and immersive. The characters are so vivid and I loved the way their journey to love played out.

Ace of Spades by allwaswell16 (78000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: depictions of violence, drug use

Louis is a pirate, Harry is his captive, and no one is who they say they are.

Reccer says: Once I started reading, I couldn't put it down. The plot twists! The suspense! The intrigue!

Adore You by Isthatyoularry (66979, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Arrange marriage AU, Harry initially hates Louis and their arrangement but goes along with it for the summer. Louis is perfect for him tho, as much as harry hates to admit it. They last.

Reccer says: The word building. Stubborn harry. Pining louis. Catching feelings. Hate to love.

We Can Find a Place to Feel Good by yeah_alright/uhoh-but-yeah-alright (8000, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

1960s AU inspired by Treat People With Kindness. Harry attends school dances over the years, meeting Louis and learning more about himself and what he loves.

Reccer says: Just so completely sweet and hopeful! Captures the vibe of the song so well!

The Garden Part 1 by Throwthemflowers/hazzabeeforlou (13000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Major character death, war

Biblical AU - 5th Century. A prince (Louis) falls in love with his father’s musician (Harry) in the midst of war.

Reccer says: This story is so hard to describe (it's Part 1 of a truly incredible 3-part series) but it's intense and brilliant and epic. The love here is all consuming and it comes through in the writing. Completely unique.

Ever Since I Tried Your Way by fairytalefemme (25896, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: internalized homophobia

40s/50s AU. Harry leaves his bride-to-be at the altar, runs away from his life, and finds a kind farmer who lets him stay.

Reccer says: Such a sweet, tender exploration of love and self.

With Words Unspoken by jacaranda_bloom (18000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Older Louis and Harry. 50ish Louis returns to a cabin he'd visited many years before and it's a hippie commune type place where he finds Harry.

Reccer says: It just made me SO HAPPY. Peaceful and lovely.

1957: here to take my medicine by zita17/louisandtheaquarian (2652, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Beat poets Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles blow off some steam before a reading.

Reccer says: Literally transports you to this particular time and place. And so so hot.

The murmur of yearning by Mediawhore (93300, Mature, Harry Styles/ Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: Rape/non-con attempts, death of character, slurs etc

Harry upon the death of his husband he was forced to marry find companionship and support in the arms of Land steward mr. tomlinson. Together they try to prove harry didnt murder his husband.

Reccer says: Regency era. Dark academia. Mystery and suspense. Forbidden love trope. The angst and mutual pining. Harry in corsets!

Love you in the dark by Perzikze (9225, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: Dubious consent i think, loss of virginity

Story of a historical wedding night. Innocent Harry has no idea what goes down during the wedding night; Louis eases him through it.

Reccer says: Innocent harry. Supportive Louis. It's adorable and sexy at once!

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ourbeloved1011 · 10 months

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Grow tf up. It's been 4 years since that show finished. Yibo even removed it from his bio. Theres nothing wrong with liking a show but insisting on some delusional rpf that's harming actual people??

Hi Anon,

Thanks for spending your precious time dropping by & bravely leaving your not-so-kind comments anonymously (or should I say nasty & harsh for telling me to grow tf up) when this is OBVIOUSLY a fan blog dedicated to Yizhan. It's like you're knocking someone's door uninvited & forcing yourself to rudely barge in.

Well, there must be a good reason on why I've been purposely not hashtag individual artists' names in my posts & include only related tags & mention 'this is just my personal thoughts, CPN' to STAY IN MY OWN LANE - in my own bubble & space. This is to avoid from being discovered by people who's trying to 'start something' & serve as my own effort to protect the artists from being harmed by my words. I really despise unnecessary conflicts right when I've made myself clear on my dashboard that this is a shipper blog.

In simpler words, if you don't like it, it's not my problem. No one asked for your opinion, anon. You've got the wrong place to begin with. However, since you've dropped me an ask, let me enlighten you at the very least.

Before I start, here's some of translated versions of Xiao zhan's personal statement after the incident (which I refuse to elaborate more):

"Everyone has their own choices and freedom of expression. No matter if you like me or you hate, it's your personal right. Passion should be the source of strength for everyone. I hope that this passion doesn't exhaust or harm anyone."

You can read the rest of his statement in my recent reblog or here: https://www.tumblr.com/ourbeloved1011/723921396167819264/xiao-zhans-previous-personal-statement?source=share

Here's my personal thoughts, again, CPN.

I couldn't agree more. It's crucial for everyone to take his words seriously and it's my wish to be what he wished for. I admire, respect & support both xiao zhan & yibo whole-heartedly. It's not fair for you to judge & say that this isn't fan love.

Bjyx is a fandom made up of different individuals. Not only bjyx, any fandom or group of people in this world will have the same concept.

Now, let's talk about generalization.

You can't simply generalize a group or fandom & labelling them as a whole harmful existence. Every fandom has their own good & toxic fans. You don't have any control over that. Surely, all kind of people exist in bjyx BUT same goes with solo fans. There's no exception.

It's like labelling the whole Wen clan as evil when you know very well that Wen Ning and Wen Qing aren't the same kind. In fact, they are Jiang clan's life savior. It's totally unfair.

"You should punish the people who bit you. Wen Qing & Wen Ning have never gotten their hands on anything bloody. Or do you want to execute a collective punishment?!" -The Untamed, Wei Wuxian-

Why do you need to be the exact same way as Jin's clan judgmental behavior? We never learn, we've been here before. I won't take any sides on which fandom need to be banned or which one is the 'real' supporter. Collective stereotype will never be the final answer.

I see two people in everyone. There's no point in proving this.

However, I do believe in one same group commonality. If you continuously act excessively, intentionally crossing all the boundary of morality & bring harm to others, you will belong to TOXIC FAN and ANTIs regardless of where you come from- either you are a bjyx fan or solo. I will not support any act of sexualizing & harassment behavior towards them. There's always a limit, visible lines & common sense to conduct & follow. Sadly, EXTREMISTs do exist everywhere.

Just like what xz been telling us, it's your personal right as long as your passion doesn't harm others. Joining bjyx is our right & passion to support them in our own way. Doesn't mean that you've the right to speak up or write anything that you see as 'the right way', you also have the right to blatantly disregard those who don't share the same view as yours. That's why the word RESPECT is there in life dictionary. Otherwise, human can't co-exist this long.

If you don't have anything good to say, you can just remain silent. If you can't accept & respect, just stay away & ignore. It's that simple.

I don't understand why people needlessly hurting others with their unnecessary hurtful choice of words that can leave permanent scars to others. I personally feel sorry for these people. I don't get it. I really want to understand- what's the real reason for you to be so mean & harsh & hateful? For example, telling people to grow tf up. Who are you to judge? I'm just chilling with myself without causing trouble to others.

In bjyx point of view, we just adore & admire the beautiful & deep connection that both of these guys have. It's rare to have someone that you can click so well instantly in life. We wish to support them against all the odd. That's all.

Ironically, people who freely generalize about other groups get upset & butthurt if someone generalizes about a group that they belong to. The thing is - everyone is an independent individual & fully responsible for their own actions.This is why it's important to mind our own business & stay in our own lane.

Back to your statement. Delusional fans. I'm not actually delusional. I'm very self-aware as a person. In fact, I started as someone who's neutral. It's for my own self-satisfaction to feed my curiosity. I've always been the kind that will find & dig further to know something better. It's my personal trait. I'm not blindly being a delusional fan without basis and accept every rumors I heard about them. I do observations, selectively choosing, analyzing & eventually come to a conclusion. So here I am.

If you claim us to be delusional, you can say whatever you want because your opinion doesn't represent or reflect us. Just a side note, I don't agree with those fans who are intentionally keep overanalyzing these two with every single thing they do each time. People may get annoyed by it. I can see where it's coming from. They are two different individuals with distinct originality & identity. Hence, I only believe in whatever solid reasons I personally chose & filtered to trust.

It's not my job to convince you that they're real & it's not your job to judge, raise doubts & throw hateful comments in what I believed in. No need to make others feel bad & depressed further with your painful remarks. This world is cruel enough to live in. We don't need to be liked but respecting us is not an option. Be kind.

Yes. Yibo removed it from his bio. So what? To be honest, I don't really care much about it. Friendly reminder. He removed not only the untamed but he removed ALL his dramas. Seriously, I don't see any issue. If anything, I would be grateful to Yibo for keeping the untamed there for so long.

Let me remind you of the scene where wei weixuan is forced into a situation with practicing demonic cultivation is his only option to protect himself & survive. Again, everyone is being so judgmental towards him, only to find out later- the real reason why he chose that path. My point is, don't assume something as if we know everything. Anything people put out to share is calculated. You're allowed to see things that they ONLY ALLOW you to see.

What do you mean by these shippers harming actual people? There are plenty pictures everywhere during Yuehua concert, the whole arena was mostly filled with bjyx fans led lights, yellow, green & red- all coming to support Yibo. Not only concert, they've been continuously supporting both of them in other projects and events in the past until today.

'True' fans won't bring any harm to the artist no matter how good their intention is. Boycotting isn't the answer. It brings more damaged to the artist than good.

Tell me. Who's gonna be there if it's not for them?

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Yibo. Did they really bring harm to you?

Credits to respective pic owners.

Really? What were you looking at?

Credits to respective pic owners.

Few things to ponder:

If either xiao zhan or yibo hates bjyx & don't want any fans to associate them with each other, they would've addressed this many years ago to stop. Like how they made clear stand to some of other cps & supertopics. If you ask me for proof, again, you can just find them through my reblog posts. You can easily see them right away. That is, if you really care to read & bother to know.

Let me use back your words- It's been 4 years since the show finished- but the fandom is still standing strong & able to fill in the whole arena. Just to highlight, xiao zhan & yibo have zero public interaction together since the past few years but the numbers of new bjyx fan is still continue growing until today. The irony. How is this possible? For what reason? The normal cp fandom will eventually dies down once the main actors moving to the new project in the same year. Do you ever wonder what's the reason behind this fandom to stay this long for years? Both of them don't have any same project, no collaboration together. No promotion. Literally nothing. Then how? Funny isn't it?

It still remains mystery to think of why until today, xz & yibo never clarify & make statements to clear the air that they are just close friends. They can easily shut down the fandom in one go. Doesn't it bother you to be shipped with your own close friend for years if it's not the case? Well I do.

Also, why bjyx fans were not banned from entering the venue? Why their banners & led lights were allowed to go in? This is a sign that the existence of this fandom has never been denied. Or wait. Has this bjyx fandom been acknowledged indirectly?

People may find comfort in stanning both of them. Probably, it's the only source of joy in life to some. We never know. Don't be such an asshole trying to kill it. Spread love. Not hate.

Thanks anon for giving me the opportunity to rant :)

#yizhan #bjyx #bjyxszd #ask #bozhan #ggdd #🐢#bxg #cpn

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rogerswifesblog-updates · 1 year

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- chapter 2 -

Series Masterlist

Chapter 1

A/N: Hi! I couldn’t even though I wanted to post the second chapter in a few days but…yeah I’m not strong willed I guess😩🤣 please don’t forget to leave some feedback and reblog!! It makes a writer very happy! Besides, the more feedback/reblogs the faster the next chapter will be posted👀

Warnings: [ bdsm club (I’ve never been to one soit’s all fiction ok?), mentioned oral, mentioned mxm, mentioned p in v, exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral f receiving, squirting, humiliation kink, grinding, cum eating, pierced nipples, tattoos ], oral m receiving, cum swallowing

Pairing: [ Dom!reader x sub!jake Jensen who she spends her evening at the club with ] Steve Rogers x Reader

“So you have a crush on your tutor?”, Bucky asked once again, raising his eyebrows, putting the bar aside, so he could look back at Steve. They were once again at the gym, blowing off some steam, but Bucky quickly noticed Steve was thinking about something else, always zoning out. That’s how they started talking about you. Again. In the last two months Steve could stop talking about you, never confessing that he had a crush. But of course Bucky knew.

Steve sighed, looking down at the dumbbells in his hands. “She’s just so…I don’t know. Totally different from the people at school, so-“ “mature? Yeah I know buddy” Steve looked at his grinning best friend for a while, before nodding slowly. He felt embarrassed about how much he enjoyed the age difference between you two. The way he felt safe around you, for no specific reason. “Yeah, I like that about her. But she thinks it’s a problem. That I’m too young-but it’s only a month till I’m 18. This shouldn’t be a problem then, right?”, his voice was hopeful, as if Buckys opinion would change how you thought. At least it would make him feel better. “Just try to ask her out after your birthday. Maybe it’ll work”, said the brunette, shrugging. Wanting to finish his workout he grabbed the bar, but Steve leaned over him, still not being able to drop the topic. “Do YOU think she’s too old for me?”, asked Steve, somehow carrying a lot of panic in his voice. Bucky chuckled quietly, letting his head drop against the bench.

“You do remember I like older women myself”, he grinned, making Steve blush till the tips of his ears, before he mumbled to him. “Yeah, okay you’re right. I should just talk to her.”

You looked at one of the many pairs in the club, a woman with her sub, kneeling at her feet and kissing her thigh high boots. Normally you’d be on one of the stages, maybe even with Natasha, sharing a sub, but instead you were sitting in the comfortable booths. You mind slipped to a boy you’d love to have kneeling in front of you, but you couldn’t. “It’s just so annoying that he concentrates more on my lips than on the actual words I’m saying, you know? It’s always the same”, you vented in annoyance.

Natasha crossed her arms, looking at you in surprise, while you stared at your drink, not wanting to see the judgment in her eyes. “So you’re saying he’s…kinda cute?”

Now you had to look up at her, even though your eyes fell onto her naked breasts first since he wore just a harness. “I said he’s the kid I’m helping with his math homework that tries to flirt with me all the time and doesn’t listen” “You didn’t deny”, she shrugged. You sighed, shaking your head at that. But she was right. You felt awful for finding a teenager this cute, this attractive. Especially with his pouty lips and sparkling eyes whenever you praised him. “He’s 17, Nat. I can’t have a boyfriend this much younger. Not even after his birthday, just because he’d be 18 doesn’t mean he…we could date. I mean, look at me-“ “yeah, you’re hot. I totally got why he wants you”, she smirked, sipping her martini, her eyes lingering on your mesh top where your breasts and pierced nipples were exposed, you could even see a few tattoos. Rolling your eyes you let out a loud sigh, but there was still a small smile on your lips. “It’s just-I’m pretty sure he’s…inexperienced. I don’t think his first girlfriend should be a regular in…here. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t survive me ”, you mentioned with your hand to the club and people around you.

Natasha laughed quietly. “Isn't that even better? At least his first time would definitely be good and enjoyable. You’re a good dom, you’d take care of his needs”, Natasha was right, but it still didn’t make you feel better. “He’s really nice, Nat….”, you mumbled, your eyes scanning the room for something interesting to look at, stopping at a gagged man being fucked by his boyfriend roughly, pulling at his hair or hitting his jiggling ass harshly. You knew these guys, you could even call them your friends so often you’ve seen and talked to them. Recently they asked you to join them, but you just couldn’t stop thinking about Steve. So you said no. But watching all these people made you crave sex. Or any kind of intimacy at this point.

“You like this Steve a lot huh?”, without needing to think about it you nodded. She looked at you from the side for a moment, putting her hand on your thigh, squeezing. “Just try to think positive. Maybe you could show him everything. Slowly…besides, wouldn’t it be amazing to have an inexperienced guy? You can make him your perfect boy toy. Perfect to please you. That’s everyone’s wish”, her words made you smile slightly. Steve would be a perfect boy toy. A sweet play thing just for you-well, or whoever he’d liked to be shared with in case he’d want to go to this club with you. You closed your eyes for a moment, imagining him on his knees. Begging.

Sighing you opened your eyes downing your martini. “I’ll be back soon, I’ll go find Jake, he said he’d be here today”, you said standing up. “Maybe an orgasm will make you less miserable”, Natasha laughed watching as you walked away.

You found Jake sitting with someone you didn’t know but looking at his expression he wasn’t enjoying it. So you asked him to come with you. And he gladly did, immediately taking your hand. “I’m so happy you decided to come, mommy”, he grinned cheekily at you. “I can tell you hoped for me to be here. You look pretty, babyboy. Always so dressed up for mommy, wearing a collar and pretty nipple clamps. You’re probably already hard in those leather pants, huh?”, he started nodding, while you went with him to a free space, sitting down in a chair. Jake already knew to drop to his knees, watching as you pushed your latex skirt up, revealing your naked, glistening pussy to him. The tattoo he already knew by heart looking back at him from your pelvic. Bon appetite. Oh he’d definitely enjoy the meal.

“Baby, look at me”, he quickly brought his gaze up. “If I do something you don’t like, red, okay? Just the same light system we always use”, you said, spreading your legs even further. Jake nodded, making you raise your eyebrows. “Green, mommy, so green”, he mumbled, sliding closer.

You grabbed the light chain that connected his claps together and pulled gently a few times, making him whine. “Then open your pants for mommy and take that big dick in hand-yeah just like that…now come closer, you’ll eat mommy out and hump her boot, huh? Show everyone what a desperate little slut you are. My little bitch, coming by humping mommy like a dog”, with that you pushed his head to your core and he latched onto your clit, eating you out like a man starving. Meanwhile he humped your leg, definitely feeling embarrassed about how much pre cum he was leaking but you knew about his humiliation kink. And he loved showing off how desperate he was for you. And how good you made him feel.

His skilled mouth brought you quickly to your high, making you squirt onto his chin and chest. This made him shoot his cum onto your boot, grinding himself even faster and harder against you, while still lapping at your slick overstimulated pussy.

You grinned at the people watching you two, bringing one of your legs up, to show more. Some of them were touching themselves through their pants, watching your cunt, while others couldn’t take their eyes off Jake who was still painting the leather of your boots.

“Babyboy I think you should clean the mess you made”, you smirked, pressing your sole against his chest. His cheeks were dark red from embarrassment as he noticed the others around you, but he leaned down nevertheless, licking off his cum from your boot. You noticed how despite his whining and blushing his cock jumped when he lapped at your boot, cleaning all of his cum off.

Watching him you thought about someone else.

Nope, Steve Rogers definitely wouldn’t survive you.

Your next session was the day after, so you went to the club earlier than usual, while Nat stayed for probably a few hours more.

Walking into his room Steve was already sitting at the table, smiling brightly at you. He had such a pretty and sweet smile. His cheeks were covered in a rosy color, making your heart ache. You could tell he was a whole body blusher and you were really curious how this blush looked underneath his clothes.

Fuck, get a grip on yourself.

“Have you done the homework?”, you asked with a friendly smile. He immediately pulled out the notebook he used during your sessions and showed you everything. The smile on your lips stayed, even though he definitely had a few mistakes in his calculations. Always the same mistakes.

From the beginning on he was always making the same mistakes.

A quiet sigh escaped your lips, while you sat down. “You’re already so much better, sweetheart, but it’s still always the same”, you said, not even noticing the pet name slipping from your lips. But Steve did notice it. And boy did he like it. Within seconds he was hard and throbbing in his jeans, trying to pull them away from his tight crotch. Watching your lips move, while you explained…something to him.

You snapped your fingers right before his face. " Earth to Steve? Did you understand the equation?Are you even listening?” According to the stuttering that was coming from him, you assumed it was a big fat no. He was indeed not listening. But still looking at your lips.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”, his question made you raise your eyebrows in surprise, but shook your head slightly. “Not that it’s any of your business, Steve. I’m here to teach you about math and not about my sexual experiences.” His breath hitched at your words, face turning a darker shade of red than ever. “So you had sex?”, you couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped your lips, because, well-you definitely had sex. Very, very kinky sex even.

Looking at him for a moment the corners of your mouth twitched. “Yes, Steve, I had sex and that’s nothing I should be discussing with you, so let’s-” “I never had sex.” His confession didn’t surprise you, because you already suspected it, but you really didn’t want to talk about it. Or think about popping his cherry. Especially since you’d actually love to do that.

After yesterdays talk with Natasha you couldn’t stop thinking about him, not even for a second.

And here he was asking you about sex, telling you he was a virgin.

Grabbing another book you opened it on the needed page and looked back at him. He was squirming in his seat, definitely not listening to anything you were trying to tell him about math. From the tent in his pants you could tell what he was thinking about, making you only shake your head slightly. “Steve, please listen to me. To solve the-“ He leaned a bit closer, but not to listen to you. “And have you ever sucked a di-“ “Steve, it’s inappropriate to ask such questions. Stop it.” You shook your head in annoyance. “Okay I’m sorry, but I’m just curious. Have you?”, he nearly whined. If you weren’t this annoyed you might have found it amusing. But you didn’t. “Yes I have Steven, now stop asking or the lesson will end now. You need to concentrate, your exams are really soon.”

Once again you tried to get his attention back to the tasks, but he seemed interested in just your lips and not the actual words coming out of them. Either way you tried to help him at least a bit by writing down a few easier examples.

But even these he couldn’t solve, always looking back at your lips, irritating you more than you thought possible. You felt how your hands started slightly shaking. God, this boy was unbelievable.

“What’s wrong with you today, Steve? Why are you so distracted?” Hearing your annoyed and slight accusing sound, his shoulder slumped, making him look like a kicked puppy. “Well, I-You said-well, I wanted to ask about how-I mean blowjo-“ “God, if you get a stupid blowjob, would you finally start paying attention to math and not whatever thoughts you have??” A quiet laugh escaped him, making him grin fully. “I’m pretty sure for a blowjob I’d do everything, so yeah-“

With that you pushed his chair aside, so he sat sideways to the table. “What-?“, before he could finish his question, you dropped to your knees, pushing his legs apart. With big eyes he was looking down at you, not knowing what to do with his hands or even how to react. He felt his thigh start trembling and you haven’t even touched him yet. “What are you doing?”, he whispered, slowly reaching out to stroke your hair, but you grabbed his hands, pushing them behind his back. “I’ll give you your damn blowjob so you stop asking about it”, you hissed, opening his pants, pulling them down. He even lifted his hips to help you. Atta boy. Learning so quickly, without needing you to say anything. For a moment you had to hold back a smirk.

There was already a wet spot on his boxershorts, where his tip was leaking, filling his briefs with pre-cum. You leaned down to his crotch, licking over the exact spot, sucking at the head for a second. Steve whined quietly, his hand gripping onto your hair. “Keep your hands be-“, looking up at him you could see he was already a mess. Right. Virgin. You shouldn’t be so harsh with him. “Never mind, sweetheart. If I do something you don’t like and want me to stop say red, understood?”, you said rubbing with your hands over his trembling thighs.

Steve pulled his eyebrows together in confusion, but nodded. “Okay, But why red? Do you like the color or-“ it was definitely not the time to answer the question so you pulled down his boxershorts revealing his hard cock. You wrapped your fingers around his shaft, starting to pump him, while your lips touched his tip, spreading around the pre-cum. The sound he made was poetic. A beautiful and soft whine, while his fingers buried themself in your hair, slightly painful, but you didn’t mind. You liked a bit of pain.

Slurping at his tip you looked up at him, making eye contact. Doing so you felt more pre-cum wetting your lips. Cute. He was getting so excited just by looking at him with his dick against your mouth. For a moment you just toyed with his tip, still stroking his whole length.

Steve pushed your head down, urging you to take him finally in your mouth. For this behavior you’d love to edge him, but then you remembered once again he wasn’t your sub or your boyfriend. You’re just…helping him to end his curiosity. “Your mouth feels so good-fuck”, he moaned, moving his hips against you, fucking your mouth with irregular thrusts, sloppy. Somehow you enjoyed it.

His first blowjobs. First time fucking someone’s face. Your face.

You started moving your head faster, showing off your skills, by swallowing him down, till he was fully nestled inside your throat. Even though his dick still made you gag a few times. This boy was really blessed, you couldn’t deny it and he probably knew it too. “Fuck I- I think I’m close”, he whispered. If your mouth wasn’t full of dick you’d have chuckled. Only a few minutes and he was already on the edge. With one of your hands you started fondling his balls, squeezing them a bit harder than necessary. His leg jumped, hitting the desk beside you, but he seemed to enjoy it, as the sound leaving his throat was better than any you had heard from him. “Fuck I-I I’m coming-fuck please”, he whispered pushing your head down, while his cum painted your throat, filling your mouth with him taste. After letting go of your hair you let him slide out of your mouth, licking his length, while he enjoyed the aftershocks. Then you tucked him once again away into his boxers.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, before sitting back into your chair and putting the examples you wrote down before him. “So, to solve the…”

The face he made was priceless. But at least he solved everything you gave him.

Chapter 3

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roadhogsbigbelly · 4 months

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she did NOT say that fictional csa is fine though, that’s the thing that everyone is very expressly telling you. and IM not defending ““people who jack off to fictional children”” either, where the fuck are you getting that, do you just say this shit to every trans woman you see? you can’t argue by putting shit in people’s mouths. the “standards” you are describing are the same standards that the people you’re smearing agree with. im not saying its all or nothing at all, you just can’t take anything we’re saying seriously

when you read "stopping being mean to sex freaks who like ageplay and incest shipping" why do you think that suddenly stops at loliporn or fictional csa when that's part of the package? do you think "ageplay and incest shipping" only applied to game and thrones fanfiction and mild "daddy" play? like of course those posts saying "don't be say you love sex freaks if you don't include ALL sex freaks" is also including fictional csa, like fucking cailou porn or whatever. because the posts those are response to are like "stop being mean about people with weird fetishes that make you uncomfortable! (except fictional csa fuck you you can die)" if she's not supporting fictional csa great, but why did she reblog the fucking post than?

and again the fact that i criticized her has nothing to do with her being a trans woman, that didn't even cross my mind, and i've criticized cis men, cis women, trans men, non binary people and people of all genders and sexuality that have been dismissive of concerns over this shit. i've criticized cis women on twitter for publicly posting their weird underaged boy rape fantaties and i got accused of "hating women's fantasies", i've also critcized other cis gay men for drawing actual "toddlercon" and got accused of being a "pick me" gay, and other variations of "stop criticizing grown adults for what they do in private even if they post in publicly actually oops"

i don't actually care what people do in the privacy of their own homes, but the only reason people on tumblr make posts about how "you should stop being mean to people about their age play, incest porn" is because most people don't actually keep it private actually, or else other people wouldn't be seeing it and complain about it. like if you go into someone's dms or a locked private space to "out them" for being into scooby doo or even some actually more harmful fantasy than that's still kind of gross and intruding and they shouldn't do that, but if said person is doing it in a PUBLIC FORUM than yeah they're not above criticism because it's their own "private fantasies" when it's clearly not.

(and before you take words out of my mouth i am not inherently against public displays of sexuality or even kink, i don't think a child seeing a man in a pup mask and harness is going to tramatize them, i think they'll be fine, and in general i think try to hide the fact "sex" like. exists from children does not nothing to deter grooming and kind of causes it in some cases. i've seen people insisting that people who don't lock their nsfw twitter accounts of adults have regular but explicit sex that they're are personally grooming children who might have to figure out porn exists, and i think that's an unhealthy attitude to have. my point is more that the entire argument that noone can criticize or have a negative opinion on "ageplay" or "incest kink" because "it only exists between two private consenting adults" is just. not true.)

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through the hourglass 270. brb x oc

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He didn’t know if he should find it endearing or strange, but Nicole looked minuscule within her uncles’ hold. She could literally sit on Guillermo’s palm and stay there without much issue.

Guillermo held her with a gentle strength, his large hands cradling her securely. He said nothing, his eyes were on Rooster and both him and his brothers stared at him, “What?’

“You look terrifying.”Michael laughs, “Holding a tiny baby and looking like you could snap someone’s neck if they dare step a few feet closer to her.”

Nicole gurgled in response, she was entirely at ease in Guillermo's arms, as if she knew she was safe and cherished. And unaware of her uncle’s comment, “...so?”

Leonardo is the one that breaks the conversation before it gets too much, looking back at Rooster, almost pleading for him to continue, “So! Uh, what uh, made you invite us over tonight? You said something about…your new neighbors?”

He took a deep breath and started to explain. "So, yeah, I invited you all here tonight to talk about our new neighbors. They've moved in next door, and I've had a few interactions with them. I thought it would be a good idea to get your opinions and possibly some advice."

Guillermo's expression remained stoic, but he nodded for Rooster to continue. "I'm listening, Rooster."

“Creepy.”

‘Shut up.”

Rooster hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "Our new neighbors are a couple— Mark and Miranda. I work with Mark.” he mutters, tapping his thumbs together, “We…well, they are…weird. They try, they appear to try too hard to befriend us. We even had dinner with them at Oda.”

“Oda?” Michael whistles low, “Damn,I don’t even take Hannah there, that place is expensive.”

“Well, me and Bea went there before we met them,” he ignored Michael’s shocked what! and continued, “But this time, the Haltons invited us and let me tell you it was…” he shakes his head, a bewildered look on his face, “It was messy.”

Michael had an incredulous look on his face as he processed the information. "Wait,wait, hoooooold on. You went to Oda with these new neighbors? Those guys must be loaded or something."

His brothers just looked at him weirdly, “Didn’t you hear what Rooster just said?” Leonardo asks, “They’ve been there before, Mike.”

“Michael, be quiet.” Guillermo mutters, earning a glare from his younger brother, who just huffed and crossed his arms. “Go on,Rooster.”

Rooster rubbed his temples, trying to find the right words to describe the awkward encounter. "Well, it was just…how do I put this," he pauses, “It was like they were trying to befriend us by making us feel like we’d never be part of such group. They mentioned the wine, they mentioned the food, the whole place and so on.”

Guillermo's brows furrowed as he processed the information. "So, they invited you to an expensive restaurant, showed off their wealth, and tried to make you feel like outsiders?"

Rooster nodded, leaning back on his chair "That's pretty much it. It felt like they were putting on a show, and we were the audience. It was as if they were trying to impress us or make us feel inferior."

Michael sipped his soda with a thoughtful expression on his face. "Wow, that's...something. I've met some rich folks before, but they usually don't go to such lengths to show off. What's their deal?"

Leonardo, as always, kept his emotions in check, his thoughtful expression never wavering. "Rooster, did they mention any specific reason for their behavior? Perhaps they have a motive for trying so hard to befriend you."

The pilot ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. "Not that I could tell? They kept saying they wanted to get to know us better, It was all...fake." he smirks slowly, “But…I think the best part out of this was…that Beatrice talked back to Miranda and it was…” he clears his throat, he didn’t need his brothers-in-law to know how much he loved when Beatrice was like that, nor how attractive he found her. “She…she talked to Miranda, slapped some truths on her face and made both of them shut up.”

And then something else happened later but he’d NEVER share that, of course. He just had to hide the pleased little grin by covering his mouth with his hand, putting on a pensive act, “And since then, I dunno, Mark hasn’t talked to me directly, but he’s talking to some of the recruits that were with me in the last mission.”

Guillermo's stern expression softened for the tiniest bit before the stoic mask returned, “She was always like that.” he mutters while helping Nicole stand straight on his knee, holding her tiny hands to balance her on his leg, “She was always a strong little lady.”

“Yeah,”Michael scoffs, ‘You did show it often,” his sarcasm wasn’t missed by the other men and Guillermo gave her a warning glare, he better not continue with this conversation, “I mean,Jesus, calling her little lady? She’d beat you to the ground….Gui.”

Before his brothers got into a death match,Leonardo laughed nervously, “Guys!! Guyyss, um, how about we hear more? Of the story? Please? No deaths here right now, think of Nikki,” his niece just gurgled happily, bouncing on Guillermo’s leg, “She’d…be very traumatized and so would I– anyway Rooster please go on.”

While the tension between the brothers was obvious, Rooster walks around the table to stand in front of both Michael and Guillermo, cutting their glaring short, “Miranda went to the Hard Deck a few days ago.” he knew that Guillermo was…the most vocal about Beatrice working at the bar when they met years ago…but he hoped he got better. “And she made sure that Bea was her server.”

Guillermo's eyebrows furrowed, his eyes leaving Michael’s to meet Rooster’s “What was her purpose in going there?"

Rooster exhaled heavily, his frustration with the situation evident. "I have no idea, Guillermo. She was condescending and rude to Bea, too." he could use the big guns now. And he saw how Guillermo’s eyes narrowed and he looked away, he got him up to speed at least.

Michael snorted, bringing the soda to his lips as he leans on the kitchen table. "Well, that sounds like a recipe for disaster. Condescending and rude, you say? What's the story behind that?"

Rooster shrugged, crossing his arms and sighing, his frustration palpable. " I believe she knew I would be there that night, and she might have wanted to assert herself or make Beatrice uncomfortable.We think it’s a power play."

Guillermo, ever the protector of the family, leaned back in his chair and Nicole falls back on his stomach…only to slowly climb up her uncle’s massive chest until she sat on one of his shoulders, nomming the graying hair on his head "If she was trying to make Beatrice uncomfortable, that's unacceptable.”

“Uh-oh.” Leonardo says, “He’s using the big words.”

“Those years in Princeton do stay with you.” Michael smirks, earning a confused look from Rooster, “Yeah, Guillermo went to Princeton. Crazy,right? Still paying the loans to this day.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, bro is going through it–” Michael stops, avoiding Guillermo’s eyes when his oldest brother meets his gaze again. Leonardo just looks back at Rooster in desperation, almost begging for him to prevent his older brothers from killing each other.

He clears his throat, “Yeah,so…We believe she knew about my upcoming deployment with her husband, and that may have motivated her to assert herself in some way," Rooster explained. “And I…well,I’ll be gone for three months. I don’t know what she might want to do.”

Now that made all three Schiavoni brothers stare at Rooster. No one, besides him, was more protective of Beatrice than her own family.

Especially her brothers.

“What,” Guillermo begins, “Do you want us to do?”

“Well…since Bea will be alone here and-” he points out of the window, “That’s their house, you can’t see it right but if you go to the garden-” cue to Guillermo standing up, picking Nicole and walking to the garden. Michael followed, clearly wanting to see more by himself while Leonardo and Rooster remained in the same spot.

Leonardo clicked his tongue, holding a finger up, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure?”

“Did you…think that letting Guillermo- you know, Guillermo, our oldest brother-” he laughs nervously, “Letting him know that someone is bothering Bea…is a good idea? You do remember, hah, he’s over 6ft and is a former boxer? Not to mention, he’s the most protective of our little sister?”

Leonardo’s question lingered in the air, and Rooster tried to find the right words to explain his reasoning. "I know Guillermo is protective, but it's not just about Bea. It's about keeping the situation from escalating. I don't want her to be uncomfortable or harassed, and I don't want unnecessary conflicts."

Leonardo listened thoughtfully, face still in a grimace. "I understand, Rooster. But...I mean,” he scoffs, gesturing to the window where they could see Guillermo’s giant stature - well, his chest, with Nikki dangling from his arm giggling - “I mean, remember who your brother in law is…remember that this man has a punch power that could break a wall.”

"I remember, believe me.But I also know that Bea wouldn't want any confrontations or unnecessary tension. I want her to be okay…by the time the twins are able to come back home." he explains, “You know that if I could stay,I would…I’m not excited about this deployment at all.”

Leonardo nodded in agreement, still a bit uneasy about the whole situation, making a noise in his throat that reminded Rooster so much of displeased Bea. "I guess?"

“I know it sounds over the top now,” Rooster pushes himself off the table and walks to the garden,with Leonardo following him close by, “But it’s for her own safety. I don’t want her alone.” he stops by the double doors, eyes widening because Guillermo was just standing in front of the gate.

He didn’t have to raise himself at all.

He was taller than the gate!!

Michael noticed the two and smirked, pointing to the scene, “He’s checking the surroundings.”

Guillermo stood before the gate, his tall and imposing figure casting a shadow over the entrance and spooking at least three of their neighbors who walked past and could only see a head, a pair of bushy brows and dark green eyes staring them down. In his arms, Nicole giggled and reached out to touch the leaves of a nearby plant, her little fingers exploring the green foliage with curiosity, happily oblivious.

As Rooster and Leonardo approached the scene, Michael chimed in with a mischievous grin. "Looks like Guillermo's conducting security checks now. The man is always on high alert."

Leonardo gestured toward his older brother with his eyes wide. "Well, I guess you got yourself a new guard dog–"

“Is their house the blue one?” Guillermo’s deep voice suddenly asked and Rooster had to walk closer to meet him. His daughter stretched her arms to him and he quickly grabbed her from her uncle’s grasp.

While he was tall, he had to crane his neck a bit to see more of the outside, and so find the house he was looking for, “The white one with brown roof.” he mutters, “With the uh…messed up garden.”

“Hm.”

“Hm?”

“Hm.”

The three men looked at each other,confused, and Rooster was just surprised that not even his own brothers knew what that humming meant. “So…I just think you can drive by sometimes.” Rooster tells Guillermo,whose head is still facing the said house, “Maybe Michael can sleep over too, if that’s alright with him.”

‘I’m fine with that.” Michael said, holding his hand up, “Is Bea alright with that?’

“I’m going to talk to her once she comes home.” he explains, “She said she’d like some help, and the girls will come by when they can…but you guys will be the extra help.”

Guillermo's focus remained on the house with the messed-up garden, his brow furrowed in deep thought. "Drive by, you say? I can do that. Keep an eye on things without drawing too much attention.."

Michael, leaned forward with a grin. "I'm in for a sleepover, Roos. Just tell me when and I'll pack my bags. It'll be like a boys' night in….but with Bea and the kids…hm.”

Rooster chuckled, appreciating the support from his brothers. "Great. I'll check with Bea about it, and we'll coordinate. I’m sure she won’t mind.."

“Bea.”

“What?”

He frowns, leaning against the doorframe with his shoulder as he watches his wife angrily toss her clothes away, “Baby, I thought you’d be okay with it.” she continues marching around their room, angrily removing pieces of clothing…and honestly, he wouldn’t mind it if she wasn’t pissed. “They are your brothers.”

“Yes, Rooster.” she grinds out, “And that’s exactly why I worry! Really? You brought Guillermo?” she disappears into the bathroom, her voice echoing around the room as she continues her tirade, “You know how he can be, you know!”

He stepped into the room and walked over to the bathroom door, leaning against the frame. "Bea, I know Guillermo can be a handful, but he cares about you. They all do.."

Beatrice emerged from the bathroom, her expression still tense. She crossed her arms and looked at Rooster, her frustration evident. "I get that, Roos, but I also know how Guillermo can act. You know how he is, you know how he was." she frowns, “...I love my brothers. I love Gui” she mutters, “But…is it necessary? I can handle myself…”

Rooster approached her, reaching out to gently take her hands in his. He looked into her eyes, then kissed her knuckles "Baby,I know you can. I don’t doubt you one bit.." he frowns, “But allow me to be a protective husband every now and again. I can’t…I don’t want you to be alone, at least at night here. I’m not saying Miranda will do anything, but…I just worry.”

Beatrice softened a bit as Rooster's words washed over her,almost guiltily. She knew he was always looking out for her, and that was one of the many things she loved about him.

But she wished she was talked about this first.

She took a deep breath and leaned her forehead against his chest, her voice quieter. "I know you worry, Roos. And I appreciate that. But I also want you to trust me, trust that I can handle myself."

Rooster wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "Baby,gorgeous,I do trust you.” he frowns, he didn’t want to appear he didn’t “ You're one of the strongest and most capable people I know. But sometimes, it's not about your abilities or how you can deal with things... It's about peace of mind, knowing that you're safe."

She sighed, her fingers curling into his shirt. "I understand that, but it's also about our relationship with my brothers. I don't want them to think that I can't handle myself or that I need protection all the time."

“They don’t think that.” she gives him an unimpressed look, “...Michael and Leo don’t think that.”

“Ugh.” she plops her head on his chest, “I haven’t..really talked to Gui a lot these past months. I had no time…so I don’t want him babying me or, or thinking I can’t do stuff on my own.”

“Mav will come over too.” he tries to remedy, maybe the mention of his uncle would help her feel better, “Just to check on you.”

Beatrice shifted on his hold, slowly meeting his eyes, “You asked the entire base to take care of me,Roos?” he was about to reply, but she chuckles softly, leaning into his touch. "I understand, Roos. I really do appreciate how much you care about me."

He smiled warmly at her, kissing her forehead. ". I promise I won't go overboard with it, but having some extra eyes on you will make me feel better. And if you ever feel like it's too much, just let me know. I trust your judgment completely."

Beatrice nodded, a small smile on her lips. "Does that mean I can kick Gui out if I want to?”

“Hmmmm…yeah,why not.”

“Nice.”

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colesluvr · 11 months

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i saw your navigation thing on my feed and like,, can i get just like a hc or scenario of male reader x zane where theyre like cooking together ??

possibly throwing in cute fluffy romance in there too if you’re mayhaps ok with that,,

anyways have a good day :)

Cooked With Love | Zane Julien x Male Reader

HELLO ANON!! ty for the req, Zane is such a great character and I love him so much!! LOOK AT THAT SMILE! anyway, I really hope this was okay for you, I really tried my best but even though Zane's such an amazing character I haven;y wrote for him in so long! I really hope he's not too out of character! ANYWAY PLZ ENJOY!! COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! 🫶

F/C = favorite color

F/S = favorite song

"So, what would everybody like for dinner?"

The sound of your voice caused the entire team to turn their attention away from the TV screen and look at you. They were confused, "What?" Jay questioned as he sat criss-cross on the carpeted floor.

They were all watching a movie while Jay was playing on his Nintendo.

You had a smile on your face and a F/C apron wrapped around your outer elbow. "What would you all like for dinner?" You said again, this time with everybody now looking at each other, not knowing what to say.

"I thought Zane was cooking dinner tonight?" Cole wondered, pointing over to the Nindroid who sat on a single chair, looking at the group.

"I was?" He poundered, fuorrowing his eyebrows in thought. "Well, I mean, you cook almost every night? We just assumed it would be Zane who makes dinner." Lloyd added, answering Zane's question.

"Oh. Well in that case I better get to it, should I?" Zane smiled, but before he could stand you stomped in front of him and made a stop motion with your hand. The Nindroid looked up at you with a cocked eyebrow.

"No. As Lloyd said, Zane cooks dinner all the time, not to mention almost all of our meals. I say it's time to give him a break and we cook something tonight?"

While you thought this was a good idea, the others had different opinions. It was quiet for a moment, Zane sat back down unsure what he should do.

"Y/N...Why do you think Zane is the only one who cook's?" Nya asked as she was seated on the long couch inbetween her brother and Jay, who had the same question.

You shrugged, now feeling stupid.

"Well, Jay electricuted the stove, Kai burned the stove, Lloyd blew up the stove, and I flooded the entire kitchen for an entire day." Nya explained, exposing everyone for their past mistakes.

They all cringed at their past mistakes.

You slowly nod, understanding, somewhat.

"Zane is the only one who is more skilled in cooking, besides his steaks, MMH, you have to try it, Y/N." Cole praised. Zane smiled softly at Cole's compliment.

You paused to think.

Zane was an amazing baker, but you felt like he needed a break too.

"Zane?" You asked, turning your head to him. "Yes, Y/N?" He replied. You faced him and asked, "Do you want to make dinner tonight?"

He thought for a moment, looking at the team and back at you, coming up with an answer. "I do not mind cooking dinner tonight. I see that everybody likes it, so sure." He smiled genuinly.

"Oh... "

Suddenly an idea came into mind, "Why don't I help you cook dinner tonight?" You grabbed Zane's hand with a grin painted on your face.

"Have you ever cooked before, Y/N? I do not think it would be a good idea for you to-" "Of course! Everyone cooked something in their life. Even though it may or may not have burned over 50 times- Just come on, I think it will be fun!"

You and Zane aoomed out of the living area, leaving the others in confusion. "If Y/N burns down the kitchen, Zane will be the only one cooking dinner for now on." Jay spoke before looking back to his Nintendo, the others nod in agreement.

Zane stood in the kitchen while you grabbed all the instenils.

He looked to the clock on the stove and read, 8: 56. It was 9 at night and you had this much energy in you?

"Okay!" Your voice caused the Nindroid to reaturn to reality and walk toward you. "What are cooking, Y/N?"

"I don't know." You shrugged, "I went shopping couple days ago and I grabbed this steak." You took out a pack of steak from a bag and tossed the bag in the trash. You placed the tray in the sink and put the steak on top of it. "Cole said something about being skilled in cooking steaks? I would like to that in action."

Zane blinked a couple of times before smiling.

"Let's get started." You grinned as you handed him his pink apron. "What kind of cook cook's without his apron?" You winked as you bowed, raising his apron in the air.

He chuckled quielty before taking it from your hold and put it around his torso. You put your's on right after and you both got to cooking.

Oven was set to 500 degrees, the pan was on the stove and with gloves Zane grabbed the piece of steak and slowly placed it on the oily pan.

"What makes you steak so special, Robot-man?" You asked, saying the same you called him first meeting him. He smiled at the name but replied, "I don't think my steak's that speical then Cole anticpates, but I'm glad many like it."

You nod in understanding, sitting on the counter by the stove. Zane was anxious about that. Your hand was close to the burner and his eyes were locked on your hand. For a while, I mean.

"I don't think that's wise." He spoke up after moments of you not moving your ahdn. "Hm?" You asked but realized was he meant. "Don't wory about, I'm always careful."

"Kai said the same thing last time we was in the kitchen and he managed to burn his entire arm. And no, It wasnt because of his Elemental Power, he wasn't careful." Zane spoke, locking eyes with you which caused you to laugh nervously.

"Zahane. I swear, I'll be alright. I'm nothing like that hot-head, I'll be okay." You hopped off the counter and grabbed a cutting bored from the cupbored and a small cutting knife.

Zane nods his head, believeing what you told him.

You bob your head to a song you were singing in your head by F/S. You were cutting up some onions to put around the steak. You were so into the humming of your song, your hand slipped off to the side and the knife sliced your finger.

You gasp at the feel of the cut before dropping the kinfe that had barely zero blood on it. Blood dripped from your index finger and onto a piece of onion. You grabbed a towel nearby and turned away from Zane when he heard your gasp on pain.

"Y/N? Did you cut yourself?" He assumed, leaving the steak and made his way to you. Your back was away from him and you laughed nervously. "Wh-whaht? Me? No-no, I'm okay. Just a close call-" Zane gently grabbed your shoulder and saw you cover the finger with a towel.

He looked at you with a 'really' look and you smiled sheepihsly. "Hehe- I tried to be careful?" Zane sighed, taking your hand and guides you toward the sink.

"Zane? Zane, come on, I'm fine. It's barely bleeding."

"I don't believe you." He replied and you sighed, allowing him to unroll the towel to reveal the wound.

He turned the the tap and waited for the hot water to pour. Once it did he slowly placed your finger under the water, "This miht sting, I'm sorry." He whispered in your ear. He was stood behind you, his arms wrapped around your body as he cleaned your wound.

You hissed at the pain when the water hits the wound, but when he added the soap you grabbed his arm to pull him back. "I know." He spoke softly as tears stung in your eye.

Seconds later he turned the water off and cleaned your woun with the towel to stop the bleeding. Quickly he grabbed a bandaid from the first aid kit in the bottom drawer and placed the bandaid on your finger.

"Thanks." You spoke after a couple minutes of silence while Zane went back to cooking the steak. He nods before walking back to you. You were sitting on the chair and table by the side of the kitchen. "You're welcome, Y/N. I told you to be careful, and you manged to cut yourself seconds later. That doesn't seem 'careful' to me."

You chcukled to yourself, "I'm so glad my knight in shinging titanium armor was here to help." You joked, but you didn't hear Zane laugh. You looked up at him to see a hint of light pink on his cheek.

"No way. You're blushing?" You laughed as Zane pulled away from you. "I'm unsure what you mean, Y/N?" He smiled to himself, going back to the steak.

You grinned, "Don't fuck with me, Robot-man. You were blushing, I made tou blush! And that quickly too? Wow, you are one easy Ninja to fluster. I though Jay was wor-"

Suddenly, you felt a pair of cold lips collide with your's. Your eyes widen when you realized it was Zane? He was fully into it, eye's shut and all. His hands were resting on your shoulder as your neck was streched up to reach his lips.

He pulled away after moments of kissing, and without knowing, a blush a red covered your cheeks and nose. It was like the middle of your face was covered with dark red paint.

"I'm sorry? You were saying something?" He teased, butterflies in your stomach started to form and you giggled uncontrollably. Zane smiled at you and went back to the steak.

Dinner arrived around 11 and everyone was seated around the table. They all got their plate and began to dig in. You made some side dishes such as mashed poatoes, salad, and you even made poutine, with Zane's help of course.

Everyone seemed to enjoy it x10 then before when Zane made dinner. "Woah. Zane, you've outdid yourself with this steak. It's delisious! What's in it?" Nya smiled as she took yet another bite as she asked.

You and Zane looked at each and you replied for him, "Well, I'm glad you asked Nya. You see, I was cutting the onions but I accdentily cut my finger and maybe a little bit of blood may of slipped in there. That may be what your eating?"

Suddenlt, everyone but Zane and you spat the food out while MAster Wu silently grabbed a napkin and spat it out in his white napkin. "Ah, ew! Y/N blood!" Jay cringed as Y/N and Zane chuckled to themselves.

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Aftercare - Carlos Sainz Jr.

Warnings: +18!, slight nsfw, mention of sex, some curses, aftercare

Summary: in which Carlos takes care of reader after sex

Note: first of all, this is my first ‘nsfw’ so please have mercy, and second of all, it says what Carlos would mostly do in some parts. Other thing is that I don’t know if I should considere this a +18 but I put it anyway:)

Note 2: thank you so much for all the likes, comments, followings and reblogs! I really appreciate it<3

Carlos Sainz x female!reader

English is not my first language!

Requests are open!

After finishing a rough round of sex, Carlos kissed your plump lips one more time and slowly pulled out of you, to which you hissed because of the feeling of emptiness and a little bit of pain because of the aggressive activities.

“Sorry, amor. I’ll clean us both up and take good care of you.” Carlos sweetly said looking at your eyes.

He went to the bathroom to grab a cloth to clean you both.

While he was getting cleaned up in the bathroom, you tried to recover from your uneven breathing. All your body ached deliciously and all your limbs were racking.

When Carlos came out of the big restroom that you two had at your house, he approached you with a wet cloth.

“I’ll clean you up now, princesa.” Carlos uttered as he started washing your arms and legs, “tell me if anything hurts, please.” He said to you with pleading eyes. The Ferrari driver always worried that he had crossed the line, even if you two had come to terms with stuff you like and things that you would like to try or wouldn’t mind to. He always felt frightened by the possibility of hurting his princess.

He cautiously rubbed your limbs, he continued with your chest and stomach, washing softly the parts where he had left hickeys, afterwards he washed very carefully your cunt and when he finished he left a kiss on your clit, and finally he cleaned your face and neck, kissing the hickeys that were in neck.

While he wiped all the sweat from your body, he muttered sweet nothings to you.

“You did so good for me, princesa.”

“I will never be able to forget how good it feels to be inside of you.”

“You are so perfect, bebé. I love you.”

“You are incredibly gorgeous.”

“Te amo tanto, chica linda.”

He also absolutely loved peppering kisses all over your precious body, he felt that he needed to show you in many ways how much he loved you, and for him, one of this, was to do that.

For Carlos, kisses meant something special and intimate. He always tells you that he had a ‘no kissing’ rule for people he slept with that weren’t his girlfriends. He especially enjoyed kissing your thighs and lips, for Carlos that meant that he was head over heels for you.

His second favourite way of kissing you post-sex, were nose kisses. In which he would start rubbing his nose from the bottom of your stomach, passing through the valley of your breasts, nipping at your neck and jaw when he reached them, and end it with a soft peck to your nose. In Carlo’s opinion, nose kisses were to show your partner, in a sweet and intimate way, how much you adored them.

After cleaning and kissing you, he got you a new pair of panties, and helped you to get comfortable in bed since you weren’t completely able to do it by yourself.

“Do you need something, hermosa?” Your boyfriend asked you. Something about him is that he would always ask you if you needed or wanted something, and he would give you whatever you asked for.

“I’m good, thanks, love.” You lovingly smiled at him, action that almost made his knees give up. “I just want you to be next to me.” You pouted at him.

“I will, don’t worry. But would you like a bath?”

Carlos would usually like to run you a bath to relax your aching body a little bit. He would run his large hands through your soft hair gently before washing it with the shampoo that you always smelled like. He loved that smell, only because it reminded him to you, so he would always have a spare shampoo or would run to buy one if you told him that you were running out of the shampoo that gave you your sweet scent. He would continue, with due precautions, by scrubbing your body. He would end the bath after some caresses and wrap you tightly in a towel as well as take you to the bed in a bride style. Sometimes he would even massage your sore muscles with an oil the he had for this times.

“Noup, don’t worry.” He nodded at you still not convinced, but you reassured him that you were okay.

This last part was his favourite part after sex, holding you close to his body and feeling the heat of your body while drifting off. One of his favourite positions to sleep is when you face each other and entangle your limbs. One of you would have their arms around the other’s neck, and the other one around the waist of their partner. Like that, you both felt almost everything from the other. Other of his preferences is to use your tits or your ass as a pillow. He loved being close to your body, and specially touching it, that’s why. Even if he had his special positions, he would just want to have you close to him. That is all that mattered to him.

“Good night, princesa. I love you.” The f1 driver said while stroking your hair.

“I love you, too.” You rumbled as you were half asleep already.

Before drifting off, he left a kiss on your forehead as a good night. You would always fall asleep before him because you felt wrecked and Carlos would always want to look after you at every moment that he could.

Like that, the aftercare arrived to its end. With you two sleeping soundly under the covers with the love of your lives lying next to you.

Heyy! Hope you enjoyed this little fluff and light nsfw<33

Bebé —> baby

Princesa —> princess

Amor —> love

‘Te amo mucho, chica linda’ —> i love you so much, pretty girl

Hermosa —> beautiful

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emcandon · 7 months

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this week in adventures with my dnd character, Fancy Uncle Chucklefuck:

(previously on fancy uncle chucklefuck: 1, 2, 3 (look at the reblog for the update))

knows jack and shit about necromancy but is going to propose that if the weird wizard twink they met wants to eat any more magical bones, they should try and feed him non-magical bones first to see if he bites. for science and also for leverage.

offered a contract to the dragonborn herbo of protection for room and board that included the clause "btw if you decide i am an asshole, just let me get stabbed; it will be funny"

she crossed that out and added "even assholes get to live" which was GENUINELY. BEWILDERING. TO HIM. FOR A MINUTE. he signed it though.

we had a truly terrible time crossing an old bridge until friggin' negative dex fancy uncle chucklefuck swanned across with a nat20, which i interpreted as the Slowest Imaginable Inching Along

we have concluded that his mage hand manifests kind of like the totk gloomhands but made of eldritch starlight IT'S FINE IT'S NORMAL DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT

post-bridge fiasco he cleaned up the dragonborn herbo with starlight-hued prestidigitation and for a moment stared at his fingers to murmur "oh my god it IS useful...." while fantasizing about all the laundry he is now capable of doing with this horrible stupid magic curse.

has not yet clocked that he has some brand-spankin'-new and truly absurd darkvision (300 ft. bayBEEEEE) so is just wandering around the farmhouse they're staying at tonight, staring at things without a lantern.

admitted that strahd flirted with him a little. he did not SAY IT OUT LOUD but i imagine he communicated with his face that in his esteemed opinion the dread lord strahd has NEGATIVE GAME.

#dnd #fancy uncle chucklefuck

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ridibulous · 4 months

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Judas / Choir

Judas: host & body name // Choir: system name (Choir System)

campsite.bio

♫♪.ılılıllılılı. ♫♪

— body is nineteen years old.

— collectively he/him and (plural, when referring to multiple parts/the system as a whole) they/them. alternate between first-person pronouns i/me and we/us.

— body is a transgender man, on testosterone. perisex as far as we're aware, but otherwise is possible.

— italian & (reconnecting) native. unsure of full heritage, still figuring it out and exploring.

— physically disabled, we have chronic fatigue & pain and are currently a cane user. no exact diagnosis outside of suspected self-dx.

— neurodivergent. level 2 autistic. bipolar 1 haver. self-dx BPD and dyscalculia.

— polyfragmented DID system.

♫♪.ılılıllılılı. ♫♪

psst... this is only a basic intro. click below for lots more!

Boundaries and BYF info.

— Feel free to send us asks or DM us. We like messages.

— If we do anything wrong... please just tell us? We're constantly trying to learn & grow for the better.

— We block liberally to curate our online experience. If you make us uncomfortable we won't hesitate to do so, even if you aren't on our below "DNI".

— Folk who apply to our DNI get blocked when noticed, including in our notifications.

— Please do not interrogate us about our full background, especially if you are a stranger. We literally don't know it all, and more importantly we don't owe you it.

— We personally do not like being called a "plural". If you enjoy the label, cool. Please don't use it on us.

— Parts/alters (we use both terms interchangably) don't have signoffs by default just cause we don't really see the point here. Everyone who's willing & allowed on here uses tumblr as they wish.

— All system posts we make (should) have "#endos dni" and "#endos fuck off" as a warning for pro-endo folk. We don't blame you if you liked or reblogged from somewhere else, but our boundaries are still as such.

— We don't usually tag triggers especially on reblogs. We just hit the funny green button unless the content is particularly disturbing enough to us to tag.

— In general we're really sloppy with tags. We've had this blog for years on end, and don't feel particularly inclined to sideblogs. This also means you might stumble upon old posts and/or opinions if you go through our blog. Sorry for any cringe you find /lh

DNI

more of a broad "who we block/ignore" list. I mean seriously, is a flesh & blood TERF going to listen to this?

in other news, if you don't apply to any of the below, you should follow us! /not forced

— Any type of bigot.

— TERFs/SWERFs/radfems. We generally include them under our "bigot" label, but just being thorough.

— Any flavor of right-wing nonsense. (conservative, alt-right, neonazi, pro-life, antivax, etc.)

— Anti-Furry. Your life is boring as shit.

— Anti-therian/otherkin/objectum, or any adjacent label.

— Anti-self-shipping, self-inserts, and OC x Canon. Your life is ALSO boring as shit.

— Heavily in pro/anti-ship discourse. We're anti-censorship and generally enjoy dark media, but we don't fuck with folk who cross the line and publicly romanticize/fetishize shit like pedophilia, incest, abuse, etc. It's mostly a comfort thing atp because that definition is personalized and it doesn't really matter to us what you do in private as long no one real is getting hurt. Both sides are okay to interact as long as you're normal /lh

— Queer exclusionists & infighters (truscum/transmed, anti-mspec monos, anti-contradictory identities, believes aspec aren't inherently queer, doesn't believe transandrophobia is real, etc.)

— Pro-radqueer/transx identities.

— Non-traumagenic systems and supporters. Neutral folk with a pro-endo leaning are on thin ice. Everyone else is cool.

— Pro-contact paraphiles. (ex. pedophilia, zoophilia, necrophilia)

— Believe in "narc abuse" or other cluster B "abuses".

— Anti-age regression/age dreaming (agere/agedre) or pet regression/pet dreaming (petre/petdre).

— Anti-well researched self-diagnosis.

— Believe RAMCOA/OEA isn't real or purposefully believe conspiracy theories & other disinformation related to it.

— Porn blogs who post about hard CNC/rape kink, gore/guro, DDLG & other ageplay (agere/agedre are inherently SFW to us.), raceplay, fat fetish/feederism, and detransition kink.

— If you don't know how to use the block button yourself and shit bricks in our notes/askbox over something trivial. /hj

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To be updated whenever we feel like it.

#introduction #introductory post #pinned intro #pinned post

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1967-impala · 1 year

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(Details and translation under the cut!)

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Translation (starting at the top and going clockwise) :

The evil demon Crowley, the king of Hell;

Never underestimate the king of hell, darling;

The king of the crossroads, most wicked of them all;

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a little hell to raise

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So I've been itching to do something Ancient Greek + Supernatural, and who better to make an edit of than my fave, Crowley! It was super challenging, but super fun and rewarding!!

I'm such a language nerd and I know some other people are, too, so I'm putting all the fun details below if you are interested! :)

It originally started off as an examination of the word δαιμον [daemon], which is where we get the word "demon". Interestingly, in the readings I've translated before, δαιμον is more like "divinity" or "spirit". But I couldn't find enough Ancient Greek quotes that I could tie to Crowley, so I decided to just translate his epithets (and spiced them up a bit) and translate two of his best quotes!

I absolutely love literal/non-polished translations, because they give you some insight to the language, even if you yourself are not able to translate it! So here's the literal translation! :)

The evil demon, the Crowley one; the king of Tartarus

Do not ever make the king of Tartarus any lesser than [he is], [o] dear

The king of the crossed roads, who [is] the worst of all people

For if now you would pardon me, it's necessary for me to make a small tumult

Now I'm just going to talk about my word choice!

I just really love the term "kako-daemon".

I chose "Tartarus" instead of "Hades", since Tartarus is the place of torture, while Hades is just the afterlife in general.

Oh boy oh boy "underestimate" was soooo hard to find and figure out! It also didn't help that it needed to be an imperative, and that I didn't know what the best word order whould be, since "underestimate" translates into a phrase.

It's a bit sad I had to use ποιου (the singular) instead of ποιεισθε (the plural), because it is so much prettier (and more recognizable, in my opinion). But if I made it plural, then I would have to say "darlings", which doesn't sound right.

Oooh the next quote has interesting vocab! For "crossed", I chose πλαγιος over λοξος because λοξος seemed to mean "slanted" a little bit more than πλαγιος does, even though they both also mean "crossed". There was a word for parallelogram diagonals (which makes a cross), but I decided to go with πλαγιος becuase it felt less mathematical. And the coolest thing about it is that another one of its definitions means "perverse", which is perfectly demonic!

I chose αἰσχρος because it means κακος ("bad"/"evil"), but it also has the connotations of "disgraceful"/"shameful"/"ugly", which fits the characteristics of the demons! But it was annoying because it has an irregular superlative ToT (luckily I randomly stumbled upon that fact in my book!)

The last quote was SUCH a pain! It was superrrrr hard because I couldn't decide exactly what kind of phrase the "if" clause should be, and if I should translate "will" as "would" (I did), and the word and tense of "I have". (I chose δει, which translates to "it's necessary", but it doesn't have the moral obligation that English has- you would use χρη for that). I kind of gave up on trying to figure out the clause type :') so there's a 50% chance it should be "δεοι ... ἀν" (optative instead of indicative).... oh well!

Finding the right word for "excuse" was also a little hard, because it can be used very lightly in English, but in Greek all I could find was more like "pardon in a court of law"; so I just chose the lightest one I could.

"Raise hell" was hard, but fun, to translate, since there is no perfect equivalent in Greek. So I used ποιεω because the sense of "creating" the "craft" of hell is pretty amusing. I used ἡ ταραχη instead of τo χαος (which is where we get "chaos" from) because it also has the connotations of "tumult", "disorder", "confusion", "noise", and "uproar", which I think matches "raising hell" better than just plain "chaos" does.

And my last comment! I love how the last quote rolls off the tongue!

If you made it this far, thanks for reading!! <3 I hope you found these Greek tidbits interesting! :) Have a wonderful day!! (p.s. if you ever want to geek out about ancient greek (or have questions!) PLEASE come talk to me! :) )

#was this edit spurred on by my fury from that one episode where they showed ancient greek but it was just gibberish? ....maybe #between getting and editing a screenshot and drawing the pngs and translating this literally took me a couple months #and i told myself after the excorcism png that i would never trace letters again... but guess who did anyways lol #this edit was so much fun and well worth it!!#hopefully some crowley fans will like it too :)#crowley #damien's fanart!#spn #supernatural #spn fanart #ancient greek #favorite #damien chats #wallpaper #crowley spn #spn crowley

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barbiewritesstuff · 2 years

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Church Encounters: Chapter 13

-- I would like to apologise for this behemoth of a fic because I think it's like 10k words long... sorry? We tried cutting things down but it didn't help much...

This fic was written in collaboration with @lgg5989 who is uploading this to her tumblr and her AO3. She also made the beautiful moodboard below :)

Comments and reblogs are available! We also take blurb requests for the universe!!

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Taglist: @acarboni21 @unsurebuttrying @dempy @peaches-1998 @bbooks-and-teas @roosterscock @positivelyholland --

“Do you think our theme should be Navy blue and white or is that too ironic?” you asked Jake, looking up expectantly for an answer.

In the months that it had been since you got engaged, things were busy. Things had picked up for Jake on base, he was asked to head an upcoming mission and he had been trying to prepare himself to lead a new team.

Jake’s mission was a dark hop, and he wouldn’t be able to talk to you for the entire month that he was gone. You had been reassigned to your previous squadron, and you were scheduled to deploy for six weeks of training and missions at the beginning of next week. The middle of the Indian ocean was not the most convenient place to send or receive mail or texts so your communication would be limited at best.

At the moment, the two of you were sitting in the kitchen of Jake’s apartment. Jake was focused on his phone, looking through something you couldn’t see and you were still waiting on an answer from him.

“Jake?” you asked, placing one of your hands on top of his, “Did you hear me?”

“Yeah,” he said, still looking at his phone, “I don’t think it matters honey, whatever you want,” he said, his voice low and his words coming out slow and distracted.

You closed your eyes and let out a frustrated sigh, withdrawing your hand from his, you closed the screen of your laptop a bit harder than was probably necessary. This had been how the last two weeks had gone, and you couldn’t figure out what the problem was but tonight you were done with Jake’s ‘happy wife, happy life’ attitude.

Standing from the table, you pulled the charger plug from the wall and shoved your things into your backpack. When Jake heard the sound of the zipper zipping up, he looked up from his phone.

“Well thanks for finally joining us Lieutenant Commander,” you said under your breath, as you tried to make your way around him to get to the door.

Jake grabbed your arm, his hand not squeezing too tightly, “What? What’s wrong? I thought we were going to watch a movie?”

You pulled your arm from his, crossing it across your chest, “You haven’t paid any attention to the wedding plans all night. I understand that this isn’t something that guys usually enjoy doing but I figured you’d want to have at least some part in it. You have up until now anyway.”

“What are you talking about?” he asked, standing up from his chair, his tall frame now towering over you slightly.

“This Jake, I asked you a question five minutes ago, and not only did you not answer, but when I asked again, you didn’t even try to make a decision, you just said ‘whatever you want’. What I want is you to be involved. This wedding is about two people, you and me, not me and myself,” you said, your voice raising with anger.

“I understand that you have more responsibility now with this mission coming up, but can you really not spare me the time of day to even answer a simple question?” you continued before he could interrupt.

“Hold on now, that’s not fair. I’m trying to do right by you with everything I do, I’m sorry that I don’t always have the right answer at the right time,” he said, his nostrils flaring with his restrained anger.

“That’s bullshit, I don’t need to hear the right answer, I just want your answer, your opinion!” you were full on yelling now, “And if you are going to try and hold ‘doing right’ by me over my head, then are you doing it for the right reason in the first place?” you asked, your voice quieter now.

“I didn’t mean it like that, and you know it,” Jake said, his eyes dark and his cheeks ruddy.

Letting out a tired laugh, you shook your head, tears springing to your eyes, “Well you said it, so some part of you has to mean it. I’m sorry I’m not like the girls you dated before but I won’t change what I believe for your wants.”

“I’m not asking you to change, I don’t even know why we are arguing to begin with,” Jake said, his voice deadly calm.

“Because you have been absent Jacob, you have been too busy looking through whatever it is on your phone to answer my questions, I understand that you’re busy but that doesn’t give you the right to ignore me,” you said, angry tears thickening your voice and wetting your face.

“I’m not ignoring you,” he said defensively, “I just got busy with this, it's important.”

“And our wedding isn’t?” you asked, you knew that it was petty but you were tired of his excuses.

Jake turned away from you, walking into the kitchen, his hands raised up to his head and his fingers laced together, “I never said that,” he said, turning around to face you again.

“Well you may as well have,” you finished, your voice as cold as the night you had left him at the bar. You turned away from him and stuffed your feet in your shoes, opening the door to his apartment, you made sure to slam it behind you as you left. You raced down the stairs to the ground floor as the tears you had been trying to hold back started streaming more heavily down your face.

Throwing yourself into your car, you cranked the key over in the engine. Pushing your foot down one the clutch, you shifted into first. Before pulling out of the spot, you put your head down on the steering wheel, letting a small sob escape you. The ring on your finger felt heavy for the first time since you had accepted it from Jake almost four months ago.

Lifting your head, you pushed your foot in on the gas and pulled out of the parking spot. Looking in your rearview mirror, you saw Jake standing in the parking lot behind you, watching as you drove away.

—

“Shit!” he yelled, slamming the door to his apartment closed behind him. Jake picked up his phone, the reason for the whole argument, and threw it at the wall. It hit the floor with a crack and his heart constricted in his chest. Rushing over to it, he plucked it off the floor, hitting the lock button to make sure that it still worked.

“That was stupid,” he said to himself as he leaned against the counter. Unlocking the phone, he pressed the call button under your contact. It rang through to voicemail and he tried again and again, to no avail. Finally giving up on you answering, he sent you a text, Drive safe. I’m sorry I acted like an ass. Don’t forget I love you.

With that, he dialled the only number he could think of, Beau’s. After two rings, he picked up, “Hello?” he asked in a whispered voice.

“Sir?” Jake asked, “I need a little help,” he said.

“What did you do now?” he heard the Admiral ask, his voice sounding exasperated.

“Y/n and I had an argument and I put my fucking foot in my mouth,” Jake said, rubbing his hand over his eyes, “She left and she won’t answer my calls.”

He heard a sigh before Beau asked, “What did you argue about?”

“She asked me a question about the wedding plans. I didn’t answer right away, I’ve been distracted with this upcoming mission,” Jake said, pausing, “I said some things I shouldn’t have.”

“How bad?” Beau inquired.

“Bad,” Jake said, his chin trembling with the effort of holding back his emotions, “God I’m fucking this up, I leave for deployment in two days, I don’t know if she is going to talk to me before then.”

“Take a deep breath, I’m sure that by tomorrow she will be willing to see–” Beau stopped talking, the sound of his phone vibrating came through the line, “She’s calling me, hold on.”

The call was still connected, but he was on hold. He sat like that, at his kitchen table for twenty minutes before Beau picked up again, “Please tell me that you didn’t say what she said you did.”

“I probably did, what did she say?” Jake asked his heart in his throat.

“That you are an asshole, who is having doubts,” Beau said, “Tell me it isn’t true, because as much as I like you Seresin, I love her.”

“I’m not having any doubts,” Jake said immediately, “She just took what I said that way, I didn’t mean it like that, I just I’m not good with feelings and all of the sudden she was angry with me and I didn’t even know what I did. I love her too,” he finished quietly.

“Good, then you can still fix this,” the Admiral said, “She’s at the pier, go pick her up.”

With that the line went dead, and Jake was running out to his truck, not even remembering to lock his front door on his way out.

—

You heard the parking lot gravel fly as someone pulled in quickly. Hoping it was your dad, you turned around only to be met with the side profile of Jake’s truck. Letting out a watery laugh, you cursed the man, as much as you loved him, he was a meddler of the highest regard. You closed your eyes, waiting for Jake to come and get you.

After you left Jake’s you had driven home. Sitting in the apartment hadn’t done you any good, so you simply put on your tennis shoes and started walking. By the time you had made it to the pier, the winds had picked up and it had started to sprinkle, like even the weather knew that you and Jake were having a bad night. The only person, besides Jake, that you could think to call was Cyclone.

He picked up on the fourth ring, and you hoped that he hadn’t been sleeping. You told him what happened and where you were, and he said that he would come get you. Apparently he had other things in mind.

Opening your eyes when you heard Jake’s door slam shut, you watched as he sprinted down the pier to where you were standing. The wind was whipping your hair across your face and the mist that had been falling from the sky turned into a steady sprinkle. You weren’t sure how long your teeth had been chattering together but you were suddenly aware of how cold you were.

When Jake reached you, he stopped running, slowing to a stop a few feet from you. At that moment, those feet felt like miles.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his usually commanding voice softer than usual, “I should have answered your question when you asked. I’m sorry I’ve been distracted, I’m just worried about this mission. That’s not your fault, and you shouldn’t have to pay the price for it.”

You nodded, “I’m sorry I yelled at you, I should have been more patient. I’m just, you’ve been so withdrawn Jake. You’re supposed to be able to lean on me, if you can’t do that now, then how are you going to do it when we are married?”

“I’m going to work on it,” he said, stepping closer to you, your frame now shivering slightly with the wind and the rain, “I’m not good with emotions but I promise I will work on it, for you.”

He opened his arms, and you stepped into him letting him envelop you in a hug. He was warm and you felt yourself relax against him. Being in his arms again felt good, it released the stress you had been carrying.

“Please don’t walk out on me again,” you heard him whisper into your hair, “I can’t lose you. I won’t lose you, not now, not ever,” he said.

“You don’t know that,” you said quietly into his chest.

Jake sighed, “I do, because I might be an asshole sometimes, but you love me.”

You stayed silent at that, he might be right but you weren’t going to tell him that. Your thoughts came back around to Beau’s meddling when you asked, “How did you know I was here?”

“I called your dad when you left. I just thought he would know what to do, he’s married, and he helped raise you,” he said quietly squeezing you into him tighter as you shivered again.

“Let’s get you in the truck, okay?” he asked.

You nodded into his chest. He guided you to the truck, one arm wrapped around you to try and shield you from the wind. Opening the door for you, you climbed in and were immediately surrounded by the warm air he had pumping out of the vents. Jake pulled the seat belt across you, and buckled you in, even though you could have done it yourself. He closed the door and jogged around the front of the truck, hoisting himself up into his own seat.

The drive back to your apartment was quiet, the constant blow of the heater the only noise between you both. The air was not as tense as it felt in his apartment, but there was something between the two of you that didn’t feel quite right. As Jake pulled up to the building, he put the truck in park. You reached for the handle on the door but his hand on your leg stopped you.

“I really am sorry,” he said again, “I don’t want this to ruin anything we have, especially before we both get deployed.”

“It won’t,” you said, your chest constricting at the thought of feeling this off for six weeks, “I love you.”

Jake cupped your face with one of his palms, “I love you too,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You returned the kiss in kind. When you broke away from him, you pressed a kiss to his hand before turning your head and opening the door. Jake jumped out quickly, escorting you to the door and making sure you got in okay before leaving.

----

The next day, things were still feeling a little tentative. You had gone through the usual routine of going to church in the morning, kissing his cheek when saying ‘Peace be with you’ and holding his hand for the Our Father, and then meeting up at your apartment for breakfast but the post argument feeling had yet to clear the air.

Despite that, you both tried to enjoy each other’s company. Jake’s mission was in the morning, he would need to leave so early he wouldn’t have time to swing by or even call before you would need to go on yours. So, you set aside all technology and all your apprehension and snuggled on the couch together.

You were lying down on your side across the couch, Jake had joined after a refill of his coffee cup, sandwiching you between his body and the backrest. You placed your head on his chest, moving your leg so it covered his own and tried to concentrate on the film you had put on. Your ears, however, kept making your brain concentrate on the gentle thumping of Jake’s heart and the noise of his lungs expanding and shrinking as he breathed.

You lost yourself in your thoughts, only disturbed when Jake spoke, his deep voice sounding more gravelly through his chest, “What are you thinking, baby?”

“Your heart’s beating,” you replied. Jake shifted so the arm that had been squished underneath you now rested behind his head, while his other hand played with the battery compartment of the remote control.

“Only for you,” he whispered under the sound of the scene unfolding on TV. If you hadn’t been so concentrated on him, you might have missed his reply. Jake closed his eyes, wishing you could stay like this forever.

“I don’t think we’ve ever argued before,” you said.

“No, I think that was our first time… Let’s not do that again,” Jake said quietly.

“Yeah. Let’s not,” you agreed, continuing in a quieter voice you said, “I should get up. I need to pack for tomorrow…”

“You really should,” he answers with a sleepy voice, “But you won’t. You’re going to stay nice and snuggly with me, under the blanket, and we’re going to have a nap,” he adds, dropping the remote so his hand could move to gently trace the side of your arm with a lazy finger.

“We can't,” you mumbled into him, “We don’t have time.”

Jake hummed, opening one eye to look at you, “I’ll put an alarm on, we’ll wake up in an hour, how does that sound?”

You didn’t answer. You were already falling asleep, breathing in the scent of Jake’s soap and that woodsy scent that drives you crazy, the one that was just him. Stopping the tracing for just one moment, he fished his phone out of his pocket and turned it on just to set up a timer.

Jake dropped his phone to the ground and brought his hand up to brush some hair away from your face. He looked at you, drinking in your peaceful expression. Yes, he thought, he could definitely do this forever. He would happily watch you snuggle further into his chest as he caresses your cheek with his knuckles for the rest of his life. His eyes drifted closed and he too dropped off into a blissful sleep.

The alarm never went off, Jake had forgotten to press the save button on his phone. You both snuggled for the next three hours, only waking up when the doorbell rang. With a groan, you extricated yourself from Jake’s groggy cuddle and went to look through the peephole at a man holding a large bouquet of flowers.

After signing for the delivery, you carried the bouquet inside, depositing it on the kitchen table. The buds were a mix of chamomiles, white hyacinths, irises, lilacs, asters, and basil. You didn’t need to read the note to know who had sent them, only two people in your life knew enough flower language to send you such a strange mix of flowers. Dropping them all into a vase, you tried to remember what it all meant.

You knew basil meant ‘good wishes’ and that asters were a symbol of love. A quick google search told you that white hyacinths signified ‘prayers for someone’, chamomiles stood for ‘patience in adversity’, irises meant ‘Faith' and lilacs meant ‘Joy of youth’. Opening the note, you skipped the message to see if your guess had been right. Indeed, Cyclone had signed his name in his usual messy scroll.

“Did you order anything?” Jake asked, finally finding the courage to get off of the sofa. He walked up behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist and hugging you from behind, snuggling into your neck.

“It’s from my dad,” you replied, handing him the card.

“Congratulations on the milestone! The first fight is never pleasant, but it is something every couple goes through. Elisabeth and I's first argument happened two weeks after the wedding. I was working on a promotion, hadn't been home much and it was bothering the both of us. It all came crashing down over peas. We couldn't agree on how to cook them and soon enough we were screaming at each other. At the time, it felt insurmountable. Now, with the benefit of time we can look back and laugh. Trust me, you will too. In the meantime, Lizzie and I have found the next verses to be particularly good at guiding us towards healing and reconciliation.

'Make allowance for each other’s faults, and forgive anyone who offends you. Remember, the Lord forgave you, so you must forgive others.' -- Cyclone

'Therefore, confess your sins to one another and pray for one another, so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective.' -- Lizzie

Don't forget that marriage, as much as it is about love, is also about compromise and teamwork. Make sure that regardless of what you feel, you face the problem together. Love, Beau," Jake read in his still groggy voice.

“I think it’s pretty clear what we should do,” you said, thinking about the words Cyclone had written. Jake hummed, taking your hand he led you into your bedroom.

You picked your rosary from the bedside table, opened the velvet pouch and dumped it into your hand. Kneeling down next to the bed, you took Jake's hand and the two of you prayed the rosary together. As you worked your way through the beads, your only thought was on God and how he had brought Jake into your life.

When the rosary had been prayed, you and Jake kneeled in silence a moment longer. He pulled you into his chest, holding you tight, "I'm sorry we argued. I love you so much. You are everything I've ever asked for, kind, caring, loving, and I can't imagine my life without you."

You smiled into his chest, "I love you too. You are a good man, Jacob Seresin."

You felt him sigh against you, "You are the best woman, so forgiving."

You let out a quiet laugh, "I do my best." After spending a few minutes in silence, you groaned, falling halfway on the bed, “I suppose we should get ready,” getting up from where you had kneeled. You willed yourself to open your wardrobe and started pulling things out to put inside of your bag, Jake was still kneeling next to the bed, seemingly lost deep in thought.

“I don’t have doubts,” he eventually said, pulling your attention from packing your duffle, “I don’t know much about life, I don’t know what the Lord has in store for me, but I know I love you. That’s the only thing I’m certain of, mia cara. I don’t know if the sun will rise for me tomorrow, I don’t know if I’ll fly, or if I’ll land, I don’t know what I’ll have for breakfast, or if the truck will run. But I know that whatever happens, I will love you. Yesterday, now and tomorrow, and for the rest of time,” he continued, “You’re stuck with me,” Jake laughed.

“I will happily be stuck with you,” you replied through the tears that had welled up in your eyes.

Jake pulled you into a hug muttering, “I should go,” against the top of your head. Jake leaned back and cupped your face in both of his hands. “I,” he said, planting a kiss on your lips, “Love,” he added, kissing you again, “You,” he kissed you once more, deepening the kiss and keeping it going until you needed to come up for air. Once you did, you looked up to find him staring back at you with tearful green eyes, “I’ll miss you, mia cara. Don’t forget about me,” he said.

“I could never forget you. I’ll miss you too. Stay safe, come back to me,” you replied. Jake let go of you. He moved towards the door, bending down to get his backpack.

“Wait,” you called out. You walked towards your bag and fished out your Bible. As if he could tell what you had in mind, Jake took out his own Holy Book from the bag and held it out to you. You exchanged your Bible for his, letting your hands briefly caress the brown leather cover. Jake closed his bag, and as if willing himself to go through with it, walked out of your apartment and into his truck without looking back.

You finished packing late that night, barely having enough energy to shower and do your nightly skincare routine but once you laid in bed, staring into the darkness of your room, only lit by the dim red glow of your alarm clock, you found it impossible to fall asleep. You swung your legs off of the bed and pulled on your dressing gown, wrapping it tightly around you. You shuffled to the kitchen where you switched on the kettle and picked a tea bag out of your extensive collection. While the water boiled you closed your eyes, trying to think of what to do now that you were awake, suddenly getting an idea, you went searching for a pen and a sheet of paper.

You rooted through cupboards until you found what you were looking for, the Jane Austen fan in you cross that the only paper you seemed to have happened to be lined, and sat down at the kitchen table after pouring the water into a mug and onto your teabag. While the beverage steeped, you set about writing the letter.

“My Darling,

Forgive my letter writing, I am rusty. I used to have a penpal in high school but we were both inexperienced and I don’t think we followed all the rules.

I’m writing this letter because I love you.

And there really is no better way to do that than with the immortal genius of Jane Austen, “In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed, you must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

So let me tell you. I love your strength, your bravery, and your unwavering faith. You are always ready to lift me up when I need it, to carry other people’s burdens when they need a minute of respite. You are faithful, both to me and the Lord, never doubting or questioning your convictions and your beliefs. But I love the rest of you too, from the tips of your toes to the top of your head, even the bits of you you don’t like and the bits you don’t know about. I love you now and I’ll love you forever.

My Darling, I want nothing more than to be the person you need me to be. I want to be your rock, your partner, your confidante and your wife. I want to make your house a home, to help you as we raise our future children, I want to shoulder your burdens so the weight can be halved. I want you to know how dearly I love you, and sadly, I find myself lacking.

The Bible says: “Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. -- Ephesians 4:2”, Jake, my Love. I am sorry, I haven’t been gentle, and I certainly haven’t been patient.

I know you have been preoccupied with the mission and in all honesty, I have been throwing myself into the wedding planning to avoid thinking about it. I’m scared, I know this mission is dangerous. They always are, but this one is the worst so far. I know you can’t tell me, or you won’t so I don’t have to worry, but I find myself doing so anyway. I’m scared you won’t come back. I’m scared because you can’t call or text to tell me how it went and I’m scared I might not pray in time.

But instead of trusting the Lord to keep you safe, I let my worries get the better of me. I argued when I should have been spending my time with you, soaking up every moment I could spend in your arms. Jake, I said a lot of things I regret, and I walked away knowing that it would hurt you. I let myself believe you were uninterested and unwilling to marry me when I know it is untrue.

I can’t wait to be in your arms again and make good on my promises to do better, for you. To be more patient, and loving, and understanding, for you. Stay safe, I love you.

Faithfully ,and forever, yours,

Y/n”

You drank your cup of tea, trying to gauge whether or not you would be able to sleep if you went to bed now, but you knew deep down that your mind would not quieten down until the letter was delivered. In order to try and sleep that night, you decided you would have to hand-deliver it. Another idea struck you.

Standing from the table, you made your way into the bedroom. Sinking to your knees in your closet doorway, you dug through the basket you had there full of scarves, hats, and gloves. Pulling out the tan cashmere, you held it up to your face, pressing your nose into the clean fabric. It smelled like the fabric softener you used. A few months ago you left the scarf at Jake’s apartment and he had only just returned it to you. He said something about how it smelled like your perfume. Standing with the scarf in hand, you took it into the bathroom, spritzing it a few times with the expensive perfume that you saved for special occasions.

Before you could overthink it, you took the scarf and the letter, and headed to Bobby’s apartment. You knocked on the door and hoped that he would answer, you didn’t have the courage to deliver the letter in person.

Bob cracked the door open, his eyes looking tired, “Y/n? What are you doing here?”

Holding out the scarf and the letter, you said, “I just, I need you to give this to Jake for me tomorrow, before you leave for the mission,” looking down at the ground.

Bob didn’t respond for a moment, you figured he was looking at the scarf you had held out to him.

“Okay, is everything alright?” he asked.

You let out a sigh before answering, “Yeah, I’m just not ready to say goodbye yet.”

He nodded, “I understand, Maria and I Facetimed for the whole afternoon, and we only just said goodbye because she couldn’t stay awake any longer.”

You gave him a sad smile and he pulled you into a friendly hug, “We are going to be alright, Y/n, you’ll see.”

You smiled, “Thanks Bob, I hope you’re right.”

Stepping back from the hug, you handed him the scarf and letter, “Thanks again for doing this for me.”

“Of course,” he said, “You’d do the same for me right?”

“Any time,” you replied before turning and making your way back to the car.

----

Jake arrived home, tired and crabby. The road had been a pain, usually the night offered some respite against the traffic but that night, it was as though all the bad drivers San Diego had to offer had all decided to simultaneously congregate right at the time he had turned the key in the ignition. The fact that he wouldn’t see you in the morning was also weighing heavy on his chest, especially since the tension of your argument hadn’t quite dissipated yet.

He dropped his bag onto his sofa after taking out your bible. He looked at the book for a minute, the beautiful white colour of the hardback, the golden word written front and centre and when he opened he saw all the annotations and highlighted passages. Jake opened the first page and looked at the key. Something caught his eye, under all the usual colours and their explanation, Jake noticed a thin stripe of marker pen in his favourite shade of red, next to it, you had written an equal sign and his name.

Jake sat down on his couch, opening the book at random intervals to see what you had highlighted. It seemed like you had highlighted passages red just about anywhere for him, and made little notes, especially in the book of psalms, where you had written prayers for his safety, guidance and future in the margins.

He felt tears well up in his eyes, and a few seconds later, a fat tear fell onto the pages of the Bible. To avoid causing any more damage, Jake closed the book and got up from the sofa to make himself a cup of coffee. By the end of his third cup of the night, Jake sat down on his coffee table to write you a letter.

“Mia Cara,

I have never written a letter before in my life -- scratch that, I have. They made us write one to a president when I was in second grade. I picked Abraham Lincoln and spent most of the letter asking him why he wore such big hats -- but this felt right.

I just wanted to remind you, my angel, that I love you.

We both know I’m not good with words, I tend to put my foot in my mouth, or stammer and stutter on words we both know I can pronounce but nerves won’t let me, so if you don’t mind, I’ll be borrowing other people’s words to tell you how I feel towards you.

There is a poem by the Syrian poet Nizar Qabban I like that goes like this,

“In the summer

I stretch out on the shore

And think of you. Had I told the sea

What I felt for you,

It would have left its shores,

Its shells,

Its fish,

And followed me.”

I think of it whenever I pray because I wonder, if God didn’t know you, would he have wanted to come down and meet you? Especially when I tell him of your smile, as enticing as the ocean on a hot summer’s day. When I tell him of your eyes, blue like an oasis in the middle of a desert. Or your hair, golden like the rays of the California sun.

Would he have come down when I told him of your voice, sweet like honey. Or when I spoke about your hands, soft like silk and warm with love.

But of course He knows, because no one else could make a face as lovely as yours. No one else could create a being as kind, caring, and wonderful. And no one else would be good enough to bestow it upon me, to cherish and to love, to guide and care for for the rest of eternity.

Mia Cara, I love you. I want to be the man you deserve. I want to be everything you need and want and more, I want you to be able to come to me when you need help and know that I will be there to help you carry your burdens. But for that, I need to be more open with my emotions.

So, here it goes. I know it’s no excuse for not listening to you, but I am so scared about this assignment. Leading a mission is a lot easier when there’s nothing at stake, and while, in our line of work, we never truly get to no stakes, we sometimes get close enough that I can ignore the pit of panic in my stomach. But not for this one. I know I can’t tell you details but I think you know. You always know, you’re good at that, deciphering what people mean or feel without them needing to tell you. I’m sorry I relied on that instead of telling you. Telling you that I am terrified of having to tell Maria that Bob didn’t make it, or telling Annie that Rooster won’t come back home. I’m scared for the others too, but I won’t have to look their families in the eye across the Christmas table for the rest of my life.

I know it isn’t much, but admitting this too you feels both strange and freeing, I will keep working on this until being honest with my emotions feels normal. In the meantime, my Angel, I will think of you and pray for you until you are in my arms again.

Thank you for being my partner in life, love and faith. And soon, marriage.

Forever yours,

Jake”

Once finished, Jake sealed the letter in an envelope. He went to his bedroom, where he fished out one of his old Texas Longhorns sweaters. He picked the one you liked best, the one you would always steal whenever you were cold when you came over. Despite the amount of time Jake had owned the sweater for, it was still in relatively good condition, the orange colour of the fleece hoodie had been washed out a little, but the inside was still soft and wam, and since he had worn it only days prior, it still smelled like him.

He folded it up neatly and placed it in a plastic bag with the letter. Then, Jake picked up his keys from inside the lock and made his way to his truck. You would likely be in bed, and he didn’t want to disturb your sleep, so Jake drove to Beau’s. He knew the Admiral would be there to send you off, he got to base ridiculously early anyway, and he would never miss an opportunity to tell his little girl goodbye.

Jake rang the doorbell and Elisabeth opened the door. He silently handed her the bag, trying not to look her in the eyes when she looked inside. A sad smile made its way onto her face, and she brought her hand up to his face, “You’ll be okay, Jake,” she tried to reassure him. Jake nodded briefly, turning on his heels and walking back to his truck, hoping that Elisabeth couldn’t see him wiping tears away with the sleeve of his sweater.

----

Jake was hot. Well he knew that he was hot, but right now, he was sweating in his flight suit. The sun was beating down on him through the plexiglass of the cockpit canopy and the adrenaline and stress from the mission weren’t helping to cool him off any.

“Rooster, where are you man?” he called out through the comms, his voice straining against the Gs that he was fighting. He had just completed a bombing run with Rooster. The target was an enemy mine field just outside of a hostile enemy compound. The threat of SAMs was still present, but without the same risk as the uranium mission.

“On your six Hangman,” Bradley called back.

“Enemy aircraft inbound,” Bob’s voice called out through the comms, “Hangman watch your nose, he’s coming right at us.”

Jake’s right hand left the stick for a second to press against the patch on his chest before guiding his plane out of the climb he had been in, trying to make himself smaller for the enemy’s missile lock. The missile lock alarms in his F18 began going off just as Phoenix yelled, “Smoke in the air Hangman, evade, evade.”

Jake rolled the plane, hitting the button for flares quickly. He knew that it had been a close call because he could feel the heat from the explosion inside his cockpit.

Rooster’s voice confirmed it, “Jesus, Hangman, that was close.”

“Yeah, too close,” he said, bringing his plane around quickly to take on the 5th generation fighter, “Let’s take this guy down before he sends one of us home in a body bag.”

Jake tried to clear his mind and let instinct take over, he would need every ounce of skill and training that he had to take down the fighter in a dogfight, even with the backup of Rooster and Phoenix.

“Rooster, Phoenix, you two break right and left, let's try to box this guy in,” Jake said, his voice holding the authority he now possessed.

“Where does that leave you?” Bob chimed in.

“As the bait,” Jake responded, his mind drifting to you for a moment before the fifth generation fighter was making his way around for another pass at Jake. The letter he had received as well as the scarf had made him want to leave the mission all together and hug you. He had never contemplated going AWOL harder in his whole life. Deciding to trust God, he left with his team, praying every night that he would make it back to you.

The letter you had written made him tear up, the thought that you found yourself lacking hurt him, you were perfect, and he couldn’t wait to tell you that the next time he saw you. The soft cashmere of your scarf had been clutched tightly in his hand the entire flight to the ship. At night, he slept with it on top of his pillow, your sweet scent dragging him into a peaceful sleep every night.

—

You and Vegas had been split up as pilot and WSO, with the added animosity between the two of you and her efforts to break up your personal relationship, you felt it was time for a change. Your new pilot, Jensen Johns, callsign JJ, was a burly man. He was large for a fighter pilot, but he had a heart of gold and was known as the ship’s teddy bear. He had a wife and four kids waiting on him at home, you had seen the picture that he kept in the jet. You showed him the one of Jake and you sitting around the Christmas tree in your matching sweaters, Gio had taken it when you weren’t looking.

With the atmosphere in the plane less tense now that your pilot was not passive aggressively trying to ruin your life, the missions you flew felt better. The long range patrols and different training that they had you on were calm compared to the last mission you had flown. Often while you were in the air, your mind would wander to Jake.

The letter he had written you was beautiful, it made you wish you could have seen him one more time before he deployed. His sweatshirt was too big, and colour faded but you wore it to bed every night, even though it wasn’t regulation, the risk of getting caught was worth being wrapped in his familiar scent. You hadn’t heard anything about his dark hop and you were hoping that was a sign that it had gone well. Every night you prayed that God would bring the both of you home safely.

—

Jake forced the air he had been holding out of his lungs, this moment felt familiar. He was climbing, chasing the fifth generation fighter into the sun when he lost sight of it, “Phoenix, I can’t see him, how close am I?”

There was a second before she answered, “Ten feet, break right, break right.”

He didn’t second guess the advice of his teammate and immediately slowed down, pulling the jet off and to the right. As soon as he turned, the fifth gen was on him, “Bob, you’re going to have to get a lock on this guy, there’s no way I can keep evading him like this and he obviously doesn’t have plans of bugging out.”

“Copy, I’m working on it, Hangman. We have your back,” Bob replied.

Rooster’s panicked voice interrupted Jake’s train of thought, which had wandered to you, “I’ve got another one on the radar, we need to take this SOB down.”

“Shit,” Jake said, “Bob how’s that lock coming?”

Over the comms he heard Bob let out a quiet huff before responding, “I’m almost there, give me two more seconds.”

Phoenix’s voice called out over Bob, “Smoke in the air, smoke in the air, evade Hangman!”

“Dagger one defending,” he called out, deploying flares quickly. He glanced behind him several times until he saw the black smoke of the missile’s explosion.

“I’ve got a lock,” Bob said. Jake responded quickly, “Fire at will Bob, take this guy down.”

Bob fired on the jet, Phoenix and Bob were too close to the jet for him to have time to deploy flares and the missile made contact, “Splash one, splash one,” Rooster’s voice called out.

“Looks like number two is bugging out,” Bob said.

“Good,” Jake called back, “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

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You rushed through the hull of the ship quickly, being sure to pick your feet up through the doorways or else you risked tripping. Everyone aboard the ship was rowdy and excited to disembark. You had only rejoined them for the six week duration of your mission, but most of the boat had been deployed for four months, needless to say, they were ready to see their families and friends.

As you made your way up a flight of stairs, rushing out on the deck of the ship, you were blinded by the rays of the California sun and deafened by the noise coming from shore. Lining the dock were the families of all the men and women stationed on the USS Theodore Roosevelt. You and Jake hadn’t had any contact since he left for his dark hop, and he should have arrived back in California two weeks ago. He had promised to meet you when you disembarked the ship.

When your phone finally managed to pick up a signal, it blew up with notifications. Many from social media, but there was only one person’s contact you were waiting to see come across your screen. As you cleared everything away, trying to sort through all of the meaningless notifications, Jake’s name floated across the top of your screen with a newly delivered text.

Jakey <3: I’m here waiting for you. Got stuck in traffic so I’m towards the back of the crowd. Don’t worry, you’ll find me.

You smiled at your phone before sending a text of your own, I can’t wait to see you.

Locking the phone and slipping it back in your pocket, you gathered up your duffle bag from where you had dropped it on the ground. Using the large bag, you pushed your way through the crowded deck so that you were standing near the railing, looking out over the dock.

An hour later, when the boat had finally tied off at the dock, it was announced that everyone should disembark in an orderly fashion by squadron. You let out a small groan, the fighter pilots on board usually were one of the middle groups off in that case. Waiting your turn to walk down the gangplank, you kept checking your phone for new messages from Jake, but with each refresh of the app there was nothing new to note.

Disappointed at the lack of messaging, you leaned against the wing of one of the jets that was stowed on deck. If you were going to be required to wait for half the boat to disembark, you might as well be comfortable. By the time it was your turn to leave the ship, the crowd on the dock was beyond intense. There were families gathered around their service member, and people kept pushing and bumping into your short form. You stood on your tiptoes, trying to spot Jake over the crowd, when you heard it.

Over the crying and laughter around you, there were a group of voices singing, “I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day. When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May…”

You pushed more eagerly through the crowd, only one man could be so flashy that he would sing to get your attention. Finally you broke through an edge and spotted Jake, surrounded by the rest of the original dagger squad. The whole group of men and women were singing, quite loudly and slightly off key, to the song Jake always said reminded him of you.

Letting out an excited squeal and laugh, you rushed over to them. Jake’s head snapped towards you when he noticed a blur moving quickly his way. As you launched yourself into his arms, he let out a loud laugh, spinning you around in a circle. The team cheered around the two of you, all of them happy that Jake’s mopey attitude would finally be a thing of the past.

When he set you back on your own feet, he leaned in and kissed you for all he was worth. You gasped into his mouth, your hand finding its way up and into his hair. Jake pulled you to him tighter, letting out his own quiet moan into your mouth. The two of you were lost in the kiss and you let out a disappointed huff when Jake pulled back from you suddenly. He turned to look over his shoulder, calling back to one of your friends, “I’m a little excited, if you didn’t want to see a show you shouldn’t have come.”

You let out a laugh as Jake set his attention back on you, “I missed you,” you said, pausing a second before adding, “I got your letter, you can always lean on me Jake.”

“I missed you too,” he replied quietly, his voice sounding a bit rough, “I got your letter too. You are perfect, there is no part of you that I find lacking in anything.”

A blush burned across your cheeks at his words, “I don’t want you to change yourself for me,” you said quietly.

“I’m not,” Jake replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “I’m changing for both of us. I can’t keep bottling everything up, and you like to hear what I have to say, it's a win-win situation.”

You let out a quiet humm, “What’s the plan sailor?” you asked.

“I thought that you’d like to get out of here ma’am,” he said, smiling down at you, “I have a relaxing surprise planned for your grand return.”

“Then take me away,” you said, leaning up to place one more chaste kiss on his lips. Jake’s face split into a smile and he bent down to pick up your duffle bag off the ground. Taking your hand in his, the two of you lead the way back to his truck.

Bob joined you on your other side, “How was it Dove? Everything go alright?”

“Yeah, nothing too out of the ordinary, just flying long range patrols and doing a few bombing runs,” you replied, “How was it for you guys? Everything go according to plan?”

Bob stayed silent for a moment, “It went as well as it could have I think,” he paused, pointing a finger at Jake as he continued speaking, “This one decided to play the hero again, but we are all safe and sound now.”

You turned to look at Jake, “You did what?”

“I’m mission leader now, I have to protect my men,” he said, quietly, taking in the look on your face for a moment, he added, “I will always come back to you.”

You nodded, “You better, Jake, because I can guarantee you that if you don’t, I will be much worse than anything you could face on the other side.”

He nodded, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, “I know honey, you can be scary when you want to be.”

Once everyone had made it to the truck, you gave them all hugs and thanked them for coming to greet you before Jake helped you up into the passenger’s seat and shut the door. He drove you back to your apartment, your hand clasped tightly in his own. When you arrived, Jake only told you to, “Get ready for your surprise, bring something comfy and warm.”

You rolled your eyes at him before making your way into your bedroom. Standing under the spray of the shower, the scalding hot water was one of the most heavenly things you had ever felt. When you had thoroughly washed your tired body, you climbed out, towelling off before dressing in your favourite jeans and a T-shirt. You unzipped your duffle bag, pulling out the University of Texas sweatshirt that Jake had sent with your letter. Slipping it over your head, the oversized shirt fell to your mid thigh and you couldn’t help but smile at how much larger Jake was than you. Before leaving the bedroom, you grabbed a pair of sweat shorts for later.

You made your way into the living room, enjoying the look on Jake’s face when he saw you wrapped up in his sweatshirt, “Let’s get going, I don’t want to be late,” he said, his voice low and gravelly sounding.

The two of you made your way out of the apartment and climbed back into his truck.

“What’s that surprise you were talking about?” you asked, buckling yourself up inside Jake’s truck.

“Strap in, it’s a little way away, and we’re stopping by Costco for snacks,” Jake replied. He had been all smiles since telling you he was whisking you away for a romantic evening somewhere special. He had, however, refused to elaborate no matter how hard you tried to get him to slip up and reveal the surprise.

Jake had even taken your bag out of your hands, refusing to let you anywhere near the truck bed over which he had pulled the cover so you wouldn’t be able to peek, and climbed into the driver’s seat of his truck. He fiddled with his phone a little, pulling up a brand new playlist and attached his phone to the circular magnet fastened in his car’s vents on the console. He pressed shuffle and the first bars of Take Me Home, Country Roads began to play.

You relaxed into the seat, looking through the window at the views until Jake pulled into the Costco parking lot and handed you a list, “I need to get gas, so, this is the snack list, grab as much as you can and I will meet you in ten,” he said. Then, reaching into the glove box of his truck he pulled out his wallet and gave you his card, “You know the pin, right?” he asked.

“And how do you plan on paying for gas?” you asked slightly incredulously, and hoping that Jake might let you pay this once. True to his word, you had never actually needed to pay for anything since you had been with him and while nice at first, you wanted to return the favour.

“This is my debit card, I’ll get gas with the credit card. Now, go, we’re losing time. I don’t want to be late,” he said, leaning over to your side to kiss your cheek and unbuckling your seatbelt and opening your door at the same time. After practically being ejected from the truck, you left to get a trolley and entered the shop.

Having braved the Friday evening grocery store queues you resurfaced ten minutes later with three bags of snacks. Jake was waiting in one of the parking spots closest to the entrance. You handed him the card and the bags, knowing your fiancé was stubborn about not showing you what he kept in the truck bed and abandoning your fight.

Once he had hopped back into the driver’s seat and buckled up, Jake drove the two hours to your destination while humming to his playlist, looking at you out of the corner of his eye and sending you flirtatious smiles every few minutes. Eventually, he pulled into the Joshua Tree National park entryway with a grin.

“Are we going camping?” you asked.

“Something like that,” he smiled mischievously, “We’re not going far,” he added.

Jake continued down the drive to the Smith’s Ranch Drive-In Movie Theatre where he paid the ten dollar fee before reversing into one of the middle row parking spots.

“Movie starts in an hour, should give us plenty of time to get cosy,” he said, already climbing out of the cab and walking to the truck bed. You followed suit, eager to see what else your date entailed. Jake pulled the cover off, revealing two thin yoga mats, laid flat against the bed, partially covered by a bunched up duvet, four pillows and a couple of extra blankets. Jake looked at it with a slightly disapproving glint in his eye, “Must have moved during the journey,” he concluded, pulling back the duvet to show the fallen costco bags, which had spilled snacks over most of the makeshift sleeping area.

The two of you changed into your comfy clothes in the drive-in bathrooms, not your ideal place, but there was nowhere else to go, before making your way back to the projection site.

Your sweat shorts were just short enough that Jake’s sweatshirt hung down over them, making it appear like you had nothing on underneath. As you sauntered back up to the truck, the look on Jake’s face was priceless, “Don’t worry, I’m wearing shorts too,” you said, laughing a little.

He nodded, eyes wide, “I’m sure you are darlin’,” his accent thick in his voice. He provided you a hand to help pull you into the bed of the truck just in time for the movie to start. The Back to the Future Marathon started at seven sharp, and ended around one in the morning, after a short speech celebrating the release date of the first instalment of the trilogy and a short appearance by Christopher Lloyd to finish up the night.

“Didn’t know you liked Back to the Future that much,” you said, after most of the other cars had already driven off. Jake had pulled you into the covers with him so you laid together, facing each other, whispering in the darkness.

“Don’t hate me…” he replied, biting his lip with a guilty expression, “I despise it. I hate the premise. And why is Doc Brown hanging out around a teenager? Why is that truancy officer such a hard-ass? I just don’t get it,” he explained.

You looked at him in pretend offence, “How dare you?” you exclaimed.

“I know, I know,” he laughed, “Sue me. I think they’re bad films.”

“Then, why are we here?” you asked.

“Because, if the fact that you own this trilogy twice and that you proudly display the novelisation of this crime against cinema is anything to go by, this is your favourite movie,” he said.

“And you would sit through it all for me?” you asked, a smile on your face.

Jake let out a quiet laugh, “Honey, I’d do anything for you.”

You stayed silent for a moment, watching the man you loved so much before giving him a teasing smile, “Wonderful, I hear they’re showing Twilight in the cinema next week, I was going to drag Natasha along but…”

You sighed as you looked at him, suddenly growing more serious, “I missed you a lot” you said, the five words somehow not enough and perfectly fine at the same time. You would never be able to put what you had felt into words but when Jake spoke, you realised he understood perfectly.

“Yeah I missed you too. It felt awful not having you around, Bob and Rooster tried to help, but it didn’t do much for my mood,” he replied, “I don’t like being away from you,” he added.

You hummed, after a pause Jake spoke again, “I know we’re not supposed to before marriage, but what do you think of moving in together?” you raised an eyebrow, “We buy a house a little bit before the wedding and move in. We wouldn’t sleep in the same room until we say ‘I do’ obviously, but I don’t think I can be away from you for that long. I want to be able to wake up and see you in the kitchen, or come home after work and see you on the sofa watching that shitty tv show you like -- what’s the name -- the one with the visa applications and shit --”

“Ninety day fiancé?” you provided.

“Yes! That’s the one! -- I want to be able to come home and see you watching that. Spending any time away from you is unbearable, baby,” he finished.

You thought over his words for a moment, “What kind of house are we looking for then?” you asked. Jake smiled brightly, his happiness practically radiating through the darkness. He snaked one arm around your waist and slid you closer.

“I was thinking something a little further away from base,” He said, kissing you, “with a garden” he added, kissing you again, “and enough bedrooms for a truckload of kids,” he said, kissing you longer this time.

You came up for air, “And how many kids is that?” you asked.

“Twenty to thirty?” he replied, grinning at you.

“Oh my, we should get started on that soon after the wedding then,” you laughed.

“It’s up to you, but I wouldn’t be upset if we started within a year,” he grew serious, “I want kids, Y/n, I’m ready,” he said, falling back onto the mats and turning on his back to look up at the sky.

“I’d like a little time to just be your wife I think. But I wouldn’t want to wait longer than a year,” you replied, lifting yourself up on your elbow and using your other hand to brush a loose hair out of his face.

“Isn’t your contract coming to a close soonish?” he asked.

“Two years,” you replied, “Why?”

“Just asking,” he said, then, after a pause, “It’s up to you what you want to do, but if you wanted to stay at home, I wouldn’t have a problem with that.”

“How about we get married first, then I decide?” you replied, having made your decision not to renew your contract as soon as the words had left his mouth.

Jake hummed, “So I think Navy blue and white is a little ironic…” he said, “Maybe we can add another colour, how about brown?”

“I like brown, makes it a little woodsy,” you agreed, laying back down onto the bed. Jake removed the hand behind his head and extended his arm over your pillow, silently asking you to cuddle close to him.

You eventually drifted off to sleep, the excitement of being home and the comfortable atmosphere with Jake letting your body relax more than it had in weeks. Jake gently woke you once the drive-in parking lot had cleared out, and you slept the entire way home. Instead of bringing you back to your apartment, he brought you back to his, tucking you gently under the covers of his own bed. In the morning, you found him sprawled out on the couch, one arm behind his head and the other resting on his stomach, as small snores escaped him.

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