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leclsrc · 1 year

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Hi! I just found your blog and am in LOVE! Congrats on 2000 followers by the way! You deserve them all and more, I'm a new follower so you're over 2000 now hehe~ Could I please request the 'hugs from behind' prompt with Charles Leclerc? It sounds so cute! I hope you're doing okay. Congratulations again! 😘❤️❤️

olive you – cl16

genre: fluff, 2k celebration, olive theory drabble

auds here... finishing out my drafts from the 2k celebration... i have like 65 more i have to filter thru lol... love u guys

Waves crash softly against the pebbly shore, salt filling your nose as you twirl pasta onto your fork. There is something so enchanting about Italy, something so romantic and unbridled, that keeps you alive and happy whenever you visit. Perhaps it’s the food, the locals, the souvenir shops, the signs reading alla spiaggia right by the summery coast.

You chew on your fettuccine, and watch as a fork slowly deposits olive segments onto your plate. Perhaps, then, it’s none of those things. Perhaps it’s him. “Mmm. Grazie,” you hum gratefully, mixing the olives into your pasta.

Like many routines, this came to fruition with years of habit. On your first date, at an Italian place in Monte Carlo, you’d gushed about how much you liked to eat olives. Charles had done the complete opposite—he couldn’t stand them, he droned. Not in pasta, not in martinis, not anywhere. So it came to be that he would buy you jars of olives or give you the little bits he found on his plate.

It wasn’t a big deal to either of you at first, but your friends thought it was just about the cutest idea in the world, the pinnacle of the opposites attract concept, the perfect balance. And every time you get together they ask Charles if he likes olives, and each time, he kisses your hair and murmurs never.

He loves to kiss your hair, your legs. Nobody has ever come that close, you tell him every time. Only the air, only the water, only my spritzes of perfume. Nobody.

—

“Martini?” Carlos asks.

“Oh, I—” Charles smiles dopily, shaking his head. “Olives, I don’t like them.”

“Took a shot with the order. Sorry, mate.” They shake hands, wait for the meeting to start, make small talk about work and the off season. Being back at Fiorano always gives Charles a daunting kind of feeling, one that typically quells once he catches sight of you. Carlos pauses, takes a sip from his cold drink, then, “Are you sure you don’t like olives?”

Being a relatively new close friend means Carlos hasn’t yet been privy to the olive theory that’s spanned years and continents. Charles nods, opening his mouth to explain why, and why this fact matters so much, then—

“When we got a 1-2 in Bahrain last year,” his teammate starts, “and we all got drunk, Isa didn’t let me have alcohol because she didn’t want to drive me home.” He laughs. “Anyway, I saw you eating olives. You had a little toothpick thing, picking out olives from the aperitivo.”

Charles’ heart pounds. “Huh? Well… I guess I wouldn’t… mind them.”

“Eugh.” Carlos grimaces. “Olives are shit. Isa thinks so, too.”

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You’re busy at the stove cooking a half-assed meal when he wrestles himself through the flat entrance, following the smell of garlic and approaching you instantly from behind. His hug is intense, his lips latched onto your neck. He inhales your scent, comforted by the traces of your perfume, his own scent lingering on his polo that hugs your body.

“Don’t be mad,” he says thinly, half-muffled.

“I told you don’t get a tattoo of my face across your arm.”

“It’s not that,” he says, resigned. He pouts, and you turn to comfort him, fluffing his hair up. A rogue strand falls in front of his face and when you lean closer to brush it away, he takes the chance to kiss you.

You smile while you kiss. Whaaat? You ask into his lips, amused by his silence and shyness. He still is quiet, lips just resting on yours. You pull away, a bit more worried now.

“Charles.” Your hands find purchase on his arms, shoulders, then his face in your grip. He holds your hands there.

“I…” He pauses. “I think I—I like olives.”

You relax, and the smile that arrives at your lips is purely involuntary. You can’t help it. “So we both like them,” you say simply, with a smile. “We’ll have to work out a system where you don’t steal all my jars from me.”

What your goof boyfriend fails to realize, you think as he bends over the stove and helps you finish off the pasta (extra olives, this time) is the olive theory has never mattered to you. It was never about the olives. It was never about the jars.

If love was about anything—it’d always, always be Charles.

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katz-chow · 5 months

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of apple pies and bloody knives chapter one: a haze in the fields

warnings: pilot to slasher!graves x fem!reader, hallucinations, hauntings, paranoia

word count: 1,000

Amber waves of grains only applied to two parts of the United States, the Midwest, and Texas. Even with being one of the most well-known lines within American patriotism, one must see the image of urban life rather than endless fields of golden. Flat plains rolled by the windows of her small Chevy, the peaked window caused strands of brown hair to dance in the warm, late summer air. Over her shoulder in the back of the Impala, boxes of essentials clinked and clattered whenever the pavement proved to be porous

Sporadically hitting small towns on the way to her destination, fields turned into hills and then back to drier, rougher patches of empty land, a white dot of a house on the horizon. Orange clouds illuminated the sky as she turned on her lights, and a wave of dread washed over her. The rear view mirror showed nothing but sun-bleached tar and rocky hills behind her. For a pretty girl, even in the absence of men, she will never find peace, now or ever.

The familiar glow of a 7-11’s enthralled her like a moth to a flame, welcoming her back to civilization and the safety net of a crowd. The chill of a Montanan night shivered through her, arms tight on her chest as the wind whistled a soft tune. ‘No more than 20 minutes…’ She promised herself, stepping through the blast of air.

It didn’t even take 15 when she was back on the road again, tank full, bladder emptied, and switchblade thankfully still closed. Making good time, she started up her ending journey to Marburn, Montana. Never heard of it? Good. She checks the time on the dash of her car, ‘11:32 PM’ it read. It was late and late is always bad for a girl. She steps on the gas.

“How long you gon’ be here for, Sweetheart?” The extended-stay motel clerk asked as he thumbed the toothpick between his lips. The teal paint smothered the crackled walls behind him mixed with the fluorescent lights made him look greenish, hair flowing from the desk fan not escaping this effect either.

She fished for her credit card from her wallet and slid it across the counter to him, “Hopefully for a while, but let’s just say 2 weeks for now.”

Her eyes darted over his face, taking in his image just in case. His patchy stubble and tired eyes lent the appearance of a raccoon.

The man shrugged and swiped her card, a satisfying ding echoed from the machine. “$79 for the first week, then it’s $65 for the next, you got that?”

She continued to stare at him, her eyes empty and dead set on the space between his eyes, almost as if in a daze. “Yes, sir.” She whispered.

She took back her card from his hand and the small key to her room. The clock hit midnight as she tugged on her luggage into the damp and dingy motel room.

Locking the door behind her, she also closed the blinds, hanging up a tarp covering the windows as well. She hid. The room was small, with a bed, a pull-out couch, a bathroom, and a small kitchenette with a gas stove, fridge, and microwave. It was doable for the next few weeks, until she can confirm her work and boarding. That, however, was a task for the future. It all resembled a college dorm except if the student had paid extra to get a suite; she smiled just knowing she wasn’t back in that dump, but her smiled dropped into a thinned-lipped frown knowing she was never far from him.

She thought about the boxes of dishes and other necessities in the back seat of her car, debating on whether or not to risk the trip. Her fingers opened the blinds, face nearing in on the dust and eyes peaked between the plastic. Her eyes traveled to the white Chevy parked upfront, the diamond frame of her license plate peeled off. The empty voids mixed with the glittering crystals reminded her of the emptiness in beehives; some filled with honey and nectar while others were left abandoned, hollowed out as if only there to just be there. She sympathized with them as she looked away, catching sight of the innate feeling of danger.

A pair of eyes stared at her, a figure just out on the other side of the parking lot. The figure stood, hunched over a car trunk and turned backward towards her, eyes peering in like a mannequin. His face etched an image of a familiarity, a far she could never forget as he wore the faded red hoodie that she had stolen from him just months prior, laughter bubbled up in them both.

Now, even that thick, old hoodie couldn’t shield the chill than sprinted down her spine, her ears pooling with blood as her heart drummed a solid allegro in her chest. Her stomach growled. It was getting too late in the night, she thought, not worth the trip. Her fingers relaxed as she pulled herself away from the empty parking lot, only her white Chevy in front.

If there she could describe the room in one mood, unsettling would be the word. Dim, yellow lights caused all the shadows on the peeling wallpaper to enhance itself with long shadows, always looming over her seemingly small form. Despite this, she still found the warmth and comfort of tight sheets in a made bed. It wasn’t heavy like how she would remember her bed at home–or well, what was home, but it was better than the back of her car.

Sleep cradled her in its arms, rocking her to a blissful, silent slumber–which was appreciated in comparison to the long nights of sweat-drenched nightmares and paranoia. She was okay, she chanted in her head, convincing herself and the monster that is anxiety and intrusive thoughts. New environment, new life, new identity, she is truly scattered to the winds; a field of dandelions.

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nervousgardenerkid · 2 years

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Request of Steve Harrington kissing readers pouty lips?

A kiss a day makes the pout go away

a/n: this is adorable omg?? as someone with pouty lips i would DIE for this😭i changed this up a little bit so i hope you don't mind! :) happy reading and credit to the gif owner! <3

warnings: none really! steve is head over heels for the reader, someone is mean to reader in the beginning, i don't think i used any pronouns but someone refers to the reader as a girl!

He knows he shouldn't say it, but Steve loves the little pout on your lips whenever things don't go your way. He feels his heart grow three times its size and the urge to kiss your pout away is something he always has to fight off. If he’s being completely honest, he can pinpoint the exact moment he wanted to kiss your pouts away.

The first time was in third grade during recess. He remembers playing on the monkey bars with his friends when you came running over in your overalls with a brightly colored shirt paired with it.

“Can I play with you guys?” You asked with wide and eager eyes. Steve nodded his head ready for you to join, but Joey was quick to answer.

“Eww, no way! You're a girl you have cooties!”

In an instant, your lips formed into a pout as you gently kick around the wood chips that are scattered around the park.

“I don't have cooties...”

Steve didn't know it yet, but his heart broke at the sight. Whenever he would get sad and start to pout his mom would spread kisses all over his cheeks until he began to smile again. The thought of doing that kinda grossed Steve out at such a young age, but he was surprised that that was the first thought to pop into his mind.

Would you want someone to kiss your cheeks until you smiled again? Would you even like someone who wasn't your parent to be that close to you?

“Yes, you do!” Joey shouted while climbing to the top of the monkey bars. “All girls have cooties, and they're dumb!”

Steve never really liked Joey, he just had cool toy cars that his dad would never buy him, so Steve started to be his friend, but at that moment he didn't like Joey at all. He wasn't going to say anything about it obviously, but to this day he still kicks himself for not running after you to comfort you.

The second time Steve thought about kissing your pout away was in eighth grade. Although school wasn't his strongest suit, he loved history class. He always thought it was an interesting subject and it just came easy to him. You on the other hand? Not so much. Miss Taylor called Steve up to pass back last week's quiz and when he handed you your paper back, he tried to ignore the big red 65% that was circled at the top left corner of the paper.

He found his way back to his desk, his eyes never leaving your face as you stared at the paper with a pout on your lips. Strands of hair began to fall in your face and Steve wanted to push it back just so he could stare at you a little longer.

“I can help you study,” he said without even realizing it.

You turn to him with surprise on your facial features and smile.

“Really?”

He nods his head, his heart pounding in his chest from how bright your smile was.

“Yeah! We can meet up after school if you want to.”

“You're seriously a lifesaver! Thanks, Steve.”

He never knew how much he loved his name until it came from your mouth. His hands statue to get clammy and his eyes stayed glued to the clock every class period, counting down the hours till he could see you.

Now, Steve finds himself wanting to kiss your sadness away all the time now. As you both grew older, his feelings for you grew stronger but for the life of him, he could not read you. He never knew how you felt about him. You'd always hold onto his hand when he walks you home from school, during scary moves you'd cling onto him like a baby koala and hide your face in his side. With all those things and more Steve was positive that you felt the same way about him, that is until he saw you doing those same exact things with Eddie, then Robin, and then Nancy.

Your feelings toward Steve were a mystery and it was a mystery he wanted- no, needed to solve. Now, years later he sits on the stool in front of the computer at Family video listening to your latest rant with Robin.

“It's just weird! Who doesn't like pizza?!”

A chuckle leaves Robin’s mouth as she rewinds tapes that were returned this week.

“Ben doesn't like it apparently.”

You whine and your lips fall into a pout that’s had Steve smitten since the beginning.

“Steve, tell her that pizza is like...the best meal ever.”

He agrees with you, he always does but he decides to side with Robin just so he can see your pout last a little longer.

“I'm afraid I can't. You haven't had the meatloaf my mom makes.”

“Yes, I have, and I still prefer pizza.”

Steve widens his eyes, pretending to be shocked and offended.

“Okay, I'll be sure to let her know then.”

Your mouth opens and streams of protests fly out, but Robin’s beeping watch causes you to stop.

“Well,” she said while pressing a button to make it stop. “That's the end of my shift. You're all good from here?” she asked while looking over at Steve.

“Uh, I should be fine. It's only Wednesday so it shouldn't be too busy.”

Robin nods her head and looks over at you. “You coming or do you wanna ride with Steve?”

Steve misses the way your cheeks get rosy cause he's too busy praying you'll stay and keep him company.

“I'll stay with Steve. Tell your mom I said hi!”

Robin bids you both goodbye and leaves the store in a flash, ready to head home. You turn to Steve with a smile and give him a small wave.

“Hi.”

God, you're so fucking cute. Too cute for your own good Steve thinks.

“Hi, there lovely.”

You're not sure why, but you feel yourself pout as you look at Steve. You lean forward and rest your chin in the palm of your hand.

“Do you call everyone that?”

“No, just you,” he says while copying your relaxing position, you're both face to face, a mere inch being the only thing between you two.

“Just me?”

“Just you. You're special.”

“Do you like me, Steve?”

Steve feels his mouth go dry and his whole body starts to heat up.

“Uh-”

“It's just, everyone is saying you do. Or, at least they're hinting at it.”

“Who is?”

You giggle at his flustered reaction.

“Our friends, Steve.”

Fuck it. He thinks to himself. It's now or never, and god you're pouting again from his lack of answering the questions you're asking him.

“It's okay if you don't. I just assumed-”

He doesn't even give you a chance to finish your sentence before his lips are on yours and Jesus Christ, they're so soft. He's been dreaming of this moment ever since eighth grade, he doesn't count third grade cause the thought of kissing girls made his stomach churn. His hands are on your cheeks, gently stroking your skin and for a moment he forgets where he is. He forgets he's in the middle of his shift, he forgets that he's in a very public setting, and he forgets that you both need to breathe.

You pull away from each other, and the both of you have flushed cheeks and are panting trying to catch your breaths. Steve thinks you look absolutely stunning like this. Your lips are swollen, cheeks red and warm, and you have a dazed look in your eyes.

“You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that.” he mutters quietly while looking at you with stars in his eyes.

You don't bother to fight the smile that's making its way onto your face as you you'll him back toward you by the collar of his shirt.

“Yeah, tell me about it.”

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mamayan · 7 months

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congrats on the milestone!! Your writing is so amazing you def deserve it and more<3

I’d like to participate in the event with Tomioka from Demon Slayer with a fem reader (:

For prompts:

40.) Tender

89.) Femdom

65.) Best friend

55.) Fresh Laundry

Thank you!!!! (:

Bang! … No bullet was shot—

Giyuu Tomioka

Tender | Femdom | Best Friend | Laundry

tw: NSFW • Oral (M)

wc: 688

“Do you want me?” You could see it in those swirling dark pools, his exhaustion and the weight which he continues to hold on his shoulders.

His expression is blank as he regards the open arms which you offer out to him, sweet smile so tempting with the promise of familiar warmth.

He’s unable to resist, kneeling down and letting his larger figure blanket yours, as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him tightly against you. His head goes to rest in the crook of your neck, a contented sigh blowing against the sensitive skin where his lips touch. The fresh scent off his clothes he changed into mixed with his natural musk, and you enjoyed the weight of him against you while softly digging your fingers into his thick strands to massage his scalp. He melts further into you with the attentive affection you show.

“Do you want to tell me about it?” You refer to the mission which he’d just returned from. You feel him shake his head, easily dropping the sensitive subject for a later time when it wasn’t so raw. He didn’t mind opening up to you, speaking of the darker matters which plagued his heart, though you of all people knew it wasn’t easy. He struggled but made the effort when he could.

Tonight he needed rest and peace, which you could offer happily.

“Lay down for me love,” you sweetly kiss his head, untangling your arms to allow him to sit up more fully and follow your order.

“Don’t worry about your clothes, I’ll help, just relax.” You guide him back to the futon, letting him breathe for a moment before you’re efficiently removing his clothes and your own.

It’s warm and careful, as you lay atop him, languidly moving your lips with his own while he fully surrenders to the soft caresses you leave down his body. You trace his scars, letting your lips trail down and appreciate each moment he came back alive. Then you’re licking up his pretty cock, eyes locked with his while his face flushes crimson and he pants. “Please,” he doesn’t need to beg, not tonight, so you smile and oblige his plea by taking the tip past your lips and into the hot wet space inside your mouth. His moan is low and drawn out, hair spilled around the pillows as he fists the fabric below to restrain himself, you pull his cock out with an audible pop, a string of saliva still connecting your lips with his throbbing tip. “It’s okay baby, let go for me,” you coo, enjoying how whiny and desperate he becomes like this.

He does, your words breaking his fragile control as his hips jolt upward, sliding his pretty cock deep into your mouth while you hum in contentment. His moans become higher and whinier as you allow him to piston his hips into the sloppy wet confines of your throat. “F-feels so good, a-ah,” his teeth grit together, a useless battle to silence himself even a little while his mind goes hazy with pleasure.

You relax your throat for him, fingers moving to cup his heavy sack and gently squeeze while his cock twitches in your mouth, his voice cracking as he chokes. “Please, can I cum for you?” Giyuu looks down pleadingly, eyes no longer dull as they shine with unshed tears from the pleasure you were bringing him.

“Go ahead pretty boy, be good for me and cum.” He’s too cute for you to deny, especially tonight as you take him back into your mouth, this time controlling the depth and pressure as you work his cock. “Fuck, coming—!” He’s lost as thick ropes shoot from the tip into your mouth, your hand now working him to completion so you can catch every drop of his sweet salty release on your tongue. “Thank you,” even exhausted like this he doesn’t forget to express his gratitude, your smile warm as you clean him up and kiss his face. He’s asleep soon after, eager to wrap himself around you and find comfort in you like always.

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mxcnliight · 1 year

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ways to get a little more cash (sjy) | m

Jang Wonyoung the most popular girl in your class asked you to fuck your tutor Sim Jake. In return you would get $100 bucks, simple right?

Paring: Tutor!Jake x Fem!Reader

Theme: One shot; SMUT, PWP, fluff

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: sexual tension; use of the word slut and whore; they are both kinda toxic; dirty talk; swearing; teasing; oral sex (f receiving); p in v penetration; unprotected sex (he pulls out)

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Your hand rested on your chin, and you sighed in boredom. It was in the middle of your physics class. Your teacher threw your class a party for getting high scores on your exam.

Everybody was talking among themselves while you were left all alone. Just staring at the table below you, daydreaming to keep yourself entertained. You then hear a group of girls giggling as they approach you.

It was the populars, and you saw Wonyoung sit next to you as Danielle sat behind you. Wonyoung then smirked as she put her head in her hands, copying you. "So Y/N, whatcha doing?" She asked, "Nothing really, just waiting for this period to be done" you replied.

She hums before eyeing you up and down. "How’s things with Jake?" She asked as your eyes widened. Jake was your tutor; he has been the person who has helped you not fail physics.

The first marking period you did horrible with a 65 average. Ever since you got tutoring your grade is now a high 90. It has to do with the way he teaches you; it makes so much sense compared to your teacher.

Maybe it’s how nice he is and how he always goes slowly when explaining things to you, making sure you understand everything. Though there is one thing about Jake: he’s the school’s fuckboy.

He hasn’t made a move on you, but you have heard rumors from the girls in your class about his antics. The rumors are that after he gets done tutoring you, he "rewards you," which is why all of the girls try to get tutoring lessons from him.

This rumor was the reason why you were so conflicted on whether or not to let him tutor you, but when you asked him, he was like an angel. He was so sweet, and even after your first lesson, nothing happened, so maybe it was just you, but you were okay with it.

You wanted Jake to help you with physics, not to fuck you. Even though he is extremely attractive. You get out of your thoughts and look back at Wonyoung. "Good. If he hadn’t tutored me, I wouldn’t have gotten a 100 on this test".

She nods as she twirls a strand of her hair with her finger and asks, "Was that because he fucked you?" She asked as your eyes widened. "Wonyoung, please be quiet; people could hear!" You whispered as she smirked.

You shake your head and say, "No, he has never fucked me before." Her and Danielle gasped, "What? I thought you guys did because of how long he has been tutoring you for". "No, he’s not like the rumors, at least for me."

You say as Wonyoung nods. Her nails then begin to tap on the desk. "Can you do something for me? If you do it, I will give you something in return". Confused, you scrunch your nose.

"What is it?" "My friend really wants to fuck Jake, like really bad, so... could you get him to fuck you? I mean, if he fucks you, then he’s done with you. Plus, he’s only tutoring you right now, so I think it’s fair to let my friend have a chance. Don’t you think so too?" She asked, batting her eyelashes innocently.

Your breath hitches. "What do I get in return?" You ask as she smirks, "100 bucks, from me of course". Your eyes widened; you could buy that camera that you have been wanting. You bite your lip and turn your head to look at Jake.

He was just talking among his friends; do you really want to fuck him? Just then, Jake’s head turns to meet your gaze. He smirks before looking away as you look back at Wonyoung. "I’ll do it".

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Tonight was the night that you were going to fuck Jake, or the other way around. You sigh, looking down at your phone. You were waiting for his response.

You said that you got a bad score on the test, so you asked him if he could help you with test corrections. That wasn’t actually the case, so you got your friend's test, who scored lower than you did. You said you would do test corrections for them. You hear a ding from your phone and go to your messages.

Jake: sure! I’ll be there in 5

You: alright, thank you Jake :)

Jake: No problem :)

You then get up from your bed, walking into your bathroom. You brush your teeth and floss, and then you do your makeup. You then grab your deodorant and put some on.

Once you got home from school, you took a shower and shaved. You also made sure to drink lots of water and have some healthy snacks. You look at yourself in the mirror; you're wearing a white tank top with some black sweatpants and a gray flannel.

It was an easy outfit to take off during sex. You also made sure to wear your best lingerie as well. You then grab your perfume and spray some on yourself before putting it away. You get a notification from Jake saying that he is here.

You huff, putting your phone into your pocket before walking downstairs. You reach the front door and turn the knob. The door opened, and it revealed Jake Sim.

He wore a blue jean jacket with a white shirt underneath it, black pants with a black belt, and some black boots. He looked so nice compared to you. "Hey Y/N" He said, smiling at you, "Hey Jake! Please come in."

You move so that he could come in. He then took off his boots, and you say, "I’m sorry if I’m a bit underdressed, I was just planning for us to study." "Oh no, you’re fine! Me and my mates just went out for a while" he said, reassuring you.

"You look great, though" he said, smiling at you. You smile back at him before leading him to your room. Once he gets in, you close the door. "Where are your parents?" He asked, looking around your room, "Oh, they went out for dinner, they probably won’t be home until late tonight."

He nods and takes off his jean jacket and hangs it on the back of his chair. You sit next to him at your desk. You then grab your papers and begin to write your name on a blank piece of paper.

"So what did you get?" He asked, looking at you. "A 75" you said. He gasps, "What? That can’t be right, we studied a bunch before the exam!" "I know, I’m sorry Jake. I guess I just got a bit of test anxiety".

"That’s okay, I understand. So what question are we starting off with?" "This one". You point to question #6, and he reads the question before looking back at you.

"We did something similar to this in our review before the exam, do you remember?" He asks as you pretend to think. "Maybe?" "You do it first, and then I’ll check to see if you’re correct". You nod and begin to solve the problem.

Once you are done, you show it to Jake. He scans your paper and smiles, "That’s correct! Good job". You write down the answer on the blank piece of paper: "What’s the next one?" You point to question #13.

He hums, "This is really easy, you just have to remember what we learned in class". You nod and pretend to think of the answer. You write down your answer and show it to him.

"Yes! Are you sure you didn’t understand the martial?" He asks as you chuckle, "I promise I didn't," you say, writing down the answer on the piece of paper. "Okay, what’s next?" You purposely skip to the hardest problem on the test.

Jake sighs. "Alright, this was the hardest problem on the exam. Do you want me to go over it with you?". You nod as he pulls your chair closer to him. "Alright, so…" You start to tune out his words as your heartbeat gets faster.

If there is any chance for you to do it, it would be now. You look up at Jake, who is still explaining the problem to you. He then stops and looks at you, asking, "What’s wrong, Y/N?" He asked, confused.

You huff out, "Jake, this isn’t working" "What isn’t?" "I’m not focused." "What are you thinking about?" He asked, looking at you. You slightly smirked. "Thinking about my reward," you say, looking back at him.

"Oh, what do you want? What will get you motivated?" He asks, and you turn to face him as your fingers run along the collar of his shirt. "You" you say biting your lip, "Me?" He asked, confused.

"You know about those rumors about you... I wondered what it would be like". You look up at him with innocent eyes as he smirks. He then comes close to your ear and whispers, "Do you want to be my slut, Y/N?” You gasp at his words.

"Because all of those girls that want me are whores or sluts, so... which one are you going to be?" He asks, looking into your eyes. Your breath hitches. "Your slut". Silence fills the room for a split second. "I knew it," he says before his lips crash into yours.

You moan into the kiss and grab at his black locks. Jake pulls you closer to him as his hands meet your lower back. Your lips intertwine with one another as Jake taps your thigh. You get his signal and wrap your legs around his waist.

He gets up from his chair and lays you down on your bed. He then breaks the kiss, saying, "I knew something was up when you wore this tank top" He says before kissing you again. His fingers meet your flannel as he breaks the kiss.

He then strips your clothes off your body so that only your white lingerie is left. Jake then groans and his hand meets one of your breasts. You softly gasp as he lightly massages it; he then lowers his head to meet your neck.

He leaves soft kisses along it: "You look so pretty". "Thank you," you weakly reply, playing with the back of his hair. He then leaves your neck to take off his shirt. You gasp at his toned chest.

"Come here," he says as he comes back down to you, arms on either side of you. He then groans, "Let me feel the lace against my body". He gasps at the feeling of your bra against his chest, then groans once more before kissing you.

He continues to kiss you passionately as you whimper through the kiss. He then breaks the kiss as one of his hands moves to the back of your bra and unclips it.

The straps then fall to your shoulders as you take it off, leaving you bare chested. Jake says, "Oh, your nipples are so hard". He wraps his mouth around one of your breasts. He proceeds to kiss at your soft bud as you whimper.

You grab a fistful of his hair, and his tongue flicks on it. Your back slowly arches at the feeling as you moan out. Jake then moves his head towards your other nipple and gives it the same treatment he gave the other.

He then moves up to your lips to give you a kiss before saying "I want to taste you, can I taste you?". His lustful gaze meets yours as you nod your head, and he says, "Oh, yeah?". He then moves down to your legs.

"Pull that up," he says, smirking. He moves your panties to the side as he gasps, "Oh my god, baby, your pussy's so beautiful". You whimper at his words as his head moves down to be eye-to-eye with your pussy.

He then kisses your clit as you whimper. "I just want to kiss it" he says as he proceeds to kiss your clit "Kiss it all over" he says as his hands meet your thighs, holding them in place.

He kisses your clit again and says, "Do you want my tongue?" He asks, looking up at you as you nod. "Yeah?" He says before his tongue meets your clit. He went back and forth, switching kisses and using his tongue.

"You feel the tip of it on your clit?" He asks as you nod, and his tongue flicks around at your clit as you whimper out. He continues to make out with it. "Oh baby," he says before he dives back in.

His tongue movements increase and get faster as you cry out his name. He gives your clit one last kiss before saying, "Come here". He comes back up to you, giving you a kiss.

"Feel your body against mine" he says as you run your hands up and down his arms. "You feel so good, baby". He says before he tongue-kisses you, you can taste your juices on his tongue. "Yeah, I wanna be inside you, honey" he says as he moves back to take off his pants along with his boxers.

He then climbs back up to you and spreads your legs. He pumps his cock in his hand a little bit before lining it up with your hole and saying, "Let me watch". He teases your hole with the head of his cock as you whimper.

"Please Jake, please put your cock in me," you say, looking up at him with doe eyes. "Since you asked so nicely—" His cock enters you slowly as you moan out and Jake groans.

"Oh, that feels so fucking good, you feel so good" he says as his cock soon bottoms you out, "Come here, baby". He says as your arms meet his back, pulling him in. He starts to thrust in slowly as you whimper.

"Oh, just like that," he growls, continuing to thrust into you, this time a bit faster. "Yes, all the way, baby, fuck." He pants out and stops when he feels you holding him inside you.

He then passionately kisses you before thrusting into you again. "It’s so fucking good," he says, kissing your lips again. "Yeah, you feel so good, I wanna be so close to you, honey," he says as his thrusts get deeper and faster.

"Pull me in," he says as your legs wrap around his waist. "Oh my god, honey," he growls. His thrusts increase, going at an inhuman speed, "Fuck Jake!" You cry out, throwing your head back onto your pillow.

"You close?" He asked you as you nodded, closing your eyes. You feel Jake's thumb on your clit as you loudly whimper. "Come with me, baby," he whispers in your ear as your orgasm reaches its peak.

"Fuck baby!" You heard Jake growl as he pulled out, and his cum spilled onto your stomach. You both are breathing heavily as Jake collapses next to you on your bed. "What time is it?" He asks, still breathing hard.

You turn to your nightstand and grab your phone. "7:46" you say as Jake sighs. "It’s okay, you can stay the night. I don’t mind." You mentioned, as you turned to look at his face. He smirks. "Bet,” he says. He gets up to put his boxers on.

He then walks into your bathroom as you pull up Wonyoung’s phone number. Jake comes back with a towel and cleans his cum off your stomach before giving you a quick peck.

He then goes to put the towel away, and you feel something being thrown at your back. You turn around and see Jake’s shirt. "Wear that". He says as he climbs to your bed, you pout; he’s so sweet.

You put on his shirt, and it smells just like him. You then feel Jake’s arms wrap around your waist as he snuggles into your back. You feel really bad because you basically used Jake for money, but it was worth it in the end.

You: I did it

Wonyoung: Send me a pic for proof

You roll your eyes in disgust as you turn your flash off and take a picture of you and Jake together, which you then send to Wonyoung.

*Notification: Jang Wonyoung paid you $100. - 💸 💸 - Your Venmo balance is now $100.

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tomatette · 6 months

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Fictional Kylux fanfic game: "More Than Meets the Eye"

In the aftermath of a an attack, Hux finds himself injured and stranded on a deserted planet with Kylo Ren of all people. A blaster shot has rendered him (hopefully) temporarily blind, and in order to survive he has to trust Ren to get them out of this mess and keep them safe.

Never one to suffer vulnerabilty with grace, he's even more prickly than usual. He's just waiting for the other shoe to drop and Ren to dispose of him. They hate each other after all - don't they?

But Ren proves his mistrust in him wrong each and every time, and eventually Hux gets to realise that there's side to the dark and brooding man, he's never gotten to see while still being able to actually see.

They grow closer, but when Hux's vision starts to come back in small increments, he still doesn't tell Ren. Because he still doesn't trust him, he tells himself. But if he's being honest with himself, he really just doesn't want things to go back as they were.

When Ren ends up in danger (just imagine something like the quicksand scene from 65 *leGasp*) Hux doesn't hesitate a second though, the thought of losing Ren inacceptable to him.

Afterwards they'll only have to have a little talk about feelings and find a way to get away from this stupid rock of a planet, because, obvsiously, it has outlived its usefulness, now that our boys have finally gotten the message lol

#ask game #title fic game #this is not very creative #i guess #but yeah lol #kylux #fic title game

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riddles-n-games · 4 months

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Wandering Soul, Forever Free

I know where all roads lead

And none of them lead to you.

I have to leave

Though my heart may weep;

You’re no good for me

So to the north I flee.

You’ve ruined me for others

But I’ll still get the last laugh, you’ll see

Because whenever you go to sleep

I will haunt you in your dreams.

And when the rebellion stands

Against your command

You’ll see me in the face of the front

Knowing that I was also one.

They’ll sing my songs

Until your ears bleed.

And maybe you didn’t know

But I was just planting their seeds.

I’m sorry, I guess I could’ve warned you

But you should have seen the signs,

After all, you’re a remnant from the start of those times.

Despite your name, you’re not white as snow.

Your soul? The blackest coal.

And your heart is certainly not made of gold.

A rose’s thorns too long that pierces hope’s buds

A pile of snow drenched in the reddest blood.

Maybe you were once, pure as the driven snow

But now you’re just the snake who poisoned the songbird

And the poison is your word

For you were never true

But I guess that’s a fault we both carry; I know I do.

We are alike, you and I

I knew you had secrets, you saw through my lies.

Yet we circled each other in this twisted dance

Waiting for one to break the trance.

We both had our ways of being vile

But did our love have to be just a trial?

Why did we have an end

After all the rules we had to bend?

You gave me a guitar so I could pluck its strings

While you pulled mine to make ends meet.

Yet, once I sang, you broke my chains

And sent me back home on a train.

Then, you came to me by day

But by night you showed me your true ways.

I knew I had to make my choice. I told you there was a line and you chose to cross

But you wouldn’t come back

And all I had left was my voice.

So I sang you one final song and it rang in the distance

Following you to the Capitol to never let you forget what you witnessed.

So even if snow falls and lands on top

I’ll be the bird that makes the first prints

Because when you topple, you’ll go silently

But I’ll signal my triumph all throughout.

We met at a hanging tree

At dawn, not midnight

You didn’t call out for me to flee

But I had to since your destruction you could not see

And yes, I do still remember those three men

They may have been your beginning

But I was always going to be your end.

There’s a reason you made me victor

We’re kindred spirits and we both have fangs in our mouths.

But one has talons and a beak,

The other, a long body and no feet.

I flew though you were never stranded

It’s just, you never knew how to be mended.

I wished for you to follow

But your pride you couldn’t swallow

So I went from this place

Because we would have never won that race

Even though you gave chase.

I made my peace

You were never meant for me

But your betrayal, I could never release.

You had chances but never chose wisely

So why should I let you be

When you created more civil unrest

And for 65 years, let children become murderers

Just for one of them to be the best.

There’s a reason why first is the worst

Especially when you sit with the weight of 23 on your chest.

You put a worth on others because you’ve never known yours

And gave the districts their lores

To finally put you out of your rosy misery.

I warned you,

I’ll find my way through history

In much the same way I carry on as a mystery

For you know what I am,

I told you many times before,

A wandering soul, forever free

Like a mockingjay singing in the trees.

#lucy gray baird #coriolanus snow #the hunger games poem #poetry #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #tbosas #thg

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vibratingskull · 7 months

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Why are people shaming the actor? I actually thought he did great as Thrawn so far. People need to chill out and watch how the series progresses.

They regret he's not a hot 20 year old muscular twink and pretend he looks like Elon Musk, wich his blatantly untrue cause he's so much finer than this joke of a man.

I love my twink as much as the next girl, but this is not Thrawn anymore : he's past 65 years old and has been stranded in a desert planet for 10 years and they DON'T LIKE THAT.

I love Lars Mikkelsen to death and him taking back his role as Grand Admiral is a really great move cause he gots the voice and he did his research on the character (contrary to someone with a cowboy hat), his subtle shift of expressions tell us so much about Thrawn and he was the only good choice in my opinion.

Now if you want to really know why they shame him : he had commited the atrocious crime of having a little belly (horrifying, I know, I know) and he's now having a dad!bod.

Wich, you know, checks out since Lars is soon 60 years old and plays a 70 years old. Hard to keep a thin body past a certain age (not impossible, but not common) and they wished Lars spent months and months at the gym to get abs instead of palying with a more realistic body type, wich mind you is not even that fat, for a 60 years old he's still really much in good shape.

That's the gist of it

That and the stupid scenario but that is outside of Lars control.

They should sit back and relax but apparently shaming a talented actor is way funnier.

#vibratingskull speak #thrawn #anon ask

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voxofthevoid · 8 months

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Amnesia Wednesday #6. This fic still isn't done. It's now novel-length. Don't ask me how 😭

I think it'll cap at 12 chapters and 65-70k though. It fucking better. This week's excerpt is from Chapter 10, unofficially titled "holy tonal shift, batman" and officially titled something a hell of a lot more melodramatic.

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They make it back to the hotel before dawn. The walk was long but silent. Yuuji refused to take the coat back, but he allowed Satoru to wrap an arm around his waist and gather him close, sharing his heat with Yuuji’s much colder body, and it slowed them down and weighed down the air, but it’s only now, barely a foot away from the door to Satoru’s room, that Yuuji detaches himself.

He says, “Goodbye—”

“Stay.”

All four of Yuuji’s eyes bore into Satoru in answer and question both.

“Stay,” Satoru repeats. “Or take me home. I don’t care. Just stay with me.”

“It’s a bad idea,” Yuuji says, tone strangely wistful. “I’m not the one you want, Satoru-san.”

“Who the hell cares what I want?” Satoru asks. “I need you. Isn’t that enough?”

For a moment, Yuuji looks like nothing so much as a disapproving parent. And then he blinks, every single eye screwing shut for a too-long instant before flashing open in a searing fury, and Satoru’s once again left with no words to describe everything brimming in there.

But all Yuuji says is, “Fine. I’ll stay.”

Inside the room, Yuuji makes a beeline for the bathroom, barely glancing at Satoru before he vanishes past the closing door.

He doesn’t lock it.

Satoru takes his time stripping, hanging up Yuuji’s coat beside his own and peeling off his few layers with unwarranted care. His shirt is half unbuttoned and his jeans pooled at his ankles when the shower starts running. Satoru stands there in his underwear for a long moment, a thumb tucked into the thin waistband.

He considers, for the second time in his life, letting go.

Yuuji doesn’t really react when Satoru joins him in the shower, only pressing closer to the wall to make room for him. They couldn’t do this back in Yuuji’s apartment, the bathroom there even more congested than the bedroom, but there’s plenty of space here.

Satoru ignores all of it in favor of plastering his body to Yuuji’s, wrapping both arms around him from behind.

Yuuji shudders like he’s cold despite the blistering water raining down on them.

“Satoru-san…”

Satoru presses his mouth to a wet shoulder. “Do you mind?”

“That’s the kind of thing you ask before you barge in.”

“You might’ve said no.”

Yuuji snorts. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

“I’ve been told,” Satoru murmurs, dragging his lips along Yuuji’s shoulder, to an equally wet neck. He noses aside a few reedy strands of hair to tuck his face into the curve of it.

Yuuji smells like nothing, washed clean.

Satoru still sucks him in by the lungful.

Soaping up is a complicated affair, mostly because Satoru refuses to detach himself from Yuuji. In all fairness, Yuuji doesn’t really try to dislodge him, not reacting beyond a half-amused, half-entertained huff when his first and only attempt has Satoru tightening his arms around him. He still does a decent job of lathering himself, soapy hands even making a firm pass over Satoru’s forearms.

“Let up a bit,” he says afterward. “I’ll do you.”

Satoru loosens his grip just enough for Yuuji to turn around in his arms.

One pair of Yuuji’s eyes meet Satoru’s own, while the lower set flit down his body. There’s more heat in the former than the latter, and it’s the kind that infects Satoru’s chest rather than his dick. Strong hands come to a gentle rest on either side of his throat, Yuuji’s fingers meeting around the thick column of Satoru’s neck. Yuuji massages the soap onto the skin there, and it’s a light, fleeting pressure, but Satoru feels branded by the promise in it.

“Yuuji,” he breathes.

Yuuji says nothing, spreading lather along Satoru’s shoulders and arms and chest and belly before pressing closer to get at his back. Satoru sinks into it, leaning some of his weight on Yuuji as slick fingers trail down the length of his spine and dig sweetly into the muscles on each side. There’s an unwarranted ease in the way Yuuji’s hand ventures even lower to cup Satoru’s buttocks and dip into the crack in between, circling around to slide soapy fingers over his pubes and thighs.

Satoru hasn’t been touched like this in a very long time.

Yuuji drops to his knees, and Satoru braces himself on the tiled wall to spare his own suddenly weak knees.

Yuuji’s quick but thorough, covering both of Satoru’s legs in the span of a minute. He rises in one sinuous motion, and Satoru’s forced to unhunch his body to make room for him.

“Hair?” Yuuji asks quietly.

“Yes,” Satoru croaks. “Please.”

A hand cups Satoru’s nape, drawing his head down to rest against Yuuji’s shoulder. He closes his eyes, the Six Eyes smothered in skin, as Yuuji works shampoo into his hair with gentle motions. Nails drag along his scalp, sending sweet little shudders of sensation down his spine.

By the time it’s all washed off, Satoru’s boneless, held up only by Yuuji’s strength.

Yuuji’s toweling him dry when Satoru kisses him.

“Satoru-san,” Yuuji murmurs against his mouth, “we shouldn’t.”

“We shouldn’t,” Satoru agrees, lips moving against Yuuji’s. “Let’s do it anyway.”

“You’re tired,” Yuuji says, the protest lacking any real fire. “You almost fell asleep in the shower.”

“So wake me up.” Satoru nips at his jaw, feeling the shiver that runs through Yuuji in his own bones. “And then put me to sleep.”

The towel falls from Yuuji’s hands, brushing Satoru’s back on its way to the floor.

He steps over it as he’s pushed back, feet sinking into plush cotton for an instant before they eat up the long stretch of cool tile from the bathroom to the bed. The back of his knees meets the bedframe, arresting their movement.

Yuuji raises his head from Satoru’s throat, a mad light spilling from his eyes.

“Tell me,” he says, “how he touched you.”

Something cold and blistering slinks down Satoru’s spine. “Yuuji—”

“Tell me,” Yuuji rasps, his voice edged with a hunger that devours desire to become madness.

Satoru closes his eyes for a moment.

He takes Yuuji’s hands and places them on his chest, and those long fingers curl viciously into the swell of each pectoral.

“Just like that,” Satoru murmurs, eyes still closed. “Touch me like you own me, Yuuji.”

#goyuu #jujutsu kaisen #jjk snippets #wip wednesday #my fic #fic: the ghost in me was true #... accidentally posted this instead of scheduling #but ok #I'll commit

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suzy-queued · 4 months

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Ring of Fire

I'm catching up on @galladrabbles! This is for last week's awesome prompt from @rayrayor. Last time on No Sleep 'Til Nashville, Ian and Mickey survived a car wreck.

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The cops had come and gone. Reality settled in. Ian’s car was undriveable. They were stranded.

Mickey’s anxiety spiked. “How the hell am I getting to the wedding now?” He paced along the shoulder, pointing at Ian. “Who drives for a fucking living and doesn’t have roadside assistance?”

Ian spoke via speakerphone to a random tow company they’d Googled. “It’s a silver Camry. Near exit 130.”

Mickey yelled into the phone. “Just look for the goddamn ring of fire lighting up I-65.”

Ian prayed for strength. “Ignore him. There’s no fire.” Unless you counted the flames rising from Mickey’s nostrils.

#no sleep til nashville #galladrabbles #galladrabble #100 words #gallavich fan fiction #ian x mickey #no104

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bratshaws · 1 year

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through the hourglass 74. brb x oc

a/n: me @ me: stop creating more characters for this fic, you dumbass.

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, IM SORRY IM JUST HAPPY OK

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“And we’re home!” Rooster’s usually deep voice came out higher as he opened the passenger door to pick up Nikki, “Home,we’re home! Isn’t that fun?” Nicole wriggles her legs when he picks her up, kissing her cheek and closing the door with his hip.

The dogs were already alert by their presence, Eleanor’s deep bark being the loudest of the three followed by Jolene’s claws scratching on the door so they’d come in quickly, “We are all going out tonight, honey, isn’t that fun?” Rooster unlocks the garage door and the dogs go wild. Eleanor and Jack have the zoomies while Jolene sits patiently next to Rooster with her tail wagging on the tiled floor, “Hey,Jojo. Is Bea home?”

The pittie licks his hand after he pets her, then trots away to the hallway where she lies down, “Ah,not yet huh? That’s fine.” he places the baby bag on the kitchen counter, moving Nicole to his opposite arm, “She’ll be home soon.”

“Aa!”

“Yes,Birdie,mommy will be home soon.”

Nicole smacks her lips a few times, giggling when she sees Eleanor and Jack still zooming around the house, just a blur of white and brown running from one side to the other - Eleanor sometimes slamming onto something along the way as she usually did. Rooster smiled down at his daughter, fixing some of the strands that covered her forehead, “You know, maybe it’s better if we give you a bath, huh? Get all cleaned up when mommy gets here?”

She ‘aa’ed again, pressing her open mouth on his chin to ‘kiss’ him again, which makes him laugh softly, “Okay,silly girl, you wanna wait for mommy?” another kiss on his cheek followed by Nicole looking towards the front door, “Okay, let’s stay in the living room then.”

Today was…pretty nice, he had to admit.

It’s been some time since he spent time with Mav and now he had Nicole to add to the mix! There was nothing better than spending time with family…and Mav was his family. As he sits down on the couch, he leans back against it to keep his eyes on Nicole as she babbles happily, tapping her tiny hands on the seat and staring at it after the dull thud reached her ears.

So she did it again, slapping her palms against the top of the couch and gurgling a laugh because she was making noise. Bradley just smiled, tilting his head to have a better look as she had her fun…she was so big already. She was still four months old but he remembered how Claudia said that Nicole was ‘stretched up’ already for her age, she said that some of the boys were the same and he also recalled his own baby pictures.

“You are going to be kinda tall,huh?” he smiles, watching the pigtails bounce as she continues her rhythm creation, “...just don’t grow up too fast, okay?”

He was excited to see what his daughter was going to look like when older, that was something every parent goes through…but he didn’t want to miss her younger years either. There was always something he wanted her to experience, he wanted her to enjoy her young life the best she could and maybe that was why they were going out tonight.

While feeding Nicole back at Mav’s he was hit with a thought that this was special…and unique, this was an experience that was going to mold Nicole when she’s older. She’d grow with a fuckton of uncles and aunts, cousins, she’d have people to run to when she needs…maybe it was his own trauma speaking, because while he had a wonderful childhood - within his mother’s grasp that is - he missed having more moments with people around them.

His mother’s siblings were…alright, he wasn’t close to them. From what he remembers, his mother rarely spoke about them either and the few times they showed up was for a brief time and never again. They did show up to her funeral but after that they disappeared like dust in the wind.

Maybe he should’ve reached out then, maybe he should’ve vocalized his feelings more…but he was too angry to.

He tried finding their addresses to invite them for the wedding, but there was no such luck. Hell he couldn’t even find them online. It wasn’t bad, the people he cared about were at the wedding but it was strange not having part of his family there, especially on his mother’s side. His dad was an only child and his paternal grandparents passed away already…he wondered if there was any way to contact them?

Maybe there was one, maybe he should look deeper. Maybe they were just hidden in plain sight…he better talk to Bea about it, because while she knew how much he’d want to, he didn't want to take an emotional jump in trying to talk to them.

Or maybe it was better to likely let them go. They weren’t there for him when he needed, “...I just don't want to get upset about it.” he answers his own upset thoughts, “Not now, not when I have everything I never thought I’d have.” he turns to face Nicole, who was now running her palms back and forth on the couch’s fabric, watching how the tiny furs turned lighter every time she ran her hands over them “You know, your mother is a great listener.”

Nicole looks up at him, still running her hands on the couch, “She doesn’t have to be, but she is. And I appreciate it, but I don’t want to weigh her too much you know?” Nicole just blinked at him, “...or you because you are a four months old baby and certain feelings may cause stress when you are older- right. I better not talk about this then.”

Not to Nicole at least.

“Hey Nikki, look,” changing the subject was a great idea. He holds up his index finger, his daughter’s eyes immediately following it as he moves down until the tip touches the fabric. And he made a circle, the movement causing the furs to move and create a lighter shape on the couch.

Nicole gasped, slapping her hand on top of it and sliding down, blinking when there was only one broad line of pressed down furs instead of her father’s drawing on top, “Aah!” a few more slaps but the circle is gone, her little brows furrowed and she looked up at Rooster.

He grabs her much smaller hand, it almost disappears under his own, and holds her index finger up. He’s more delicate when touching the fabric because Nicole’s skin wasn’t like his, but he added enough pressure to draw something on the couch.

Now, he wasn’t Beatrice. He was shit at art, always was, but he could draw simple shapes and maybe a smiley face if he was lucky. And he could draw hearts, which was what he did just now, “This is a heart Nikki.” his daughter just kept looking at the new shape, amazement all over her face “See?” and he rubs her finger over the line as well, “A heart.”

He didn’t know why but this was weirdly entertaining, it was a lot better than to think about the relatives he hadn’t seen in years and yet wondered how they were. As he let Nicole’s hand go, he was happy to see that she tried to mimic his own movements, albeit not exactly but very close.

“Very good,Birdie.” he coos, making Nicole smile and drop the other hand to mirror its twin the best way it could, “Hmhm, very nice. You are a natural.” more tapping on the fabric, more quick movements of her hand that just added more lines to the drawing.

Rooster, however, looked up when he heard the garage door opening. Jolene immediately rose to her paws and ‘boofed’,tail wagging with her pups right behind her. “Look,Nikki. Mama is home!” and Nicole immediately stopped drawing, turning her head to the door Beatrice walked through every time she got home from work with her little fists shaking with excitement.

He hears the lock turn and Beatrice’s face peeks from behind the door, “Hi guys! Hi! Oh, God,Ellie!” she tries to push Eleanor back a bit so she could walk inside, laughing while avoiding a mean fall because she tripped on the dogs. She leans down to greet them, kissing their snouts and heads. Rooster just smiles, hearing her baby talking and footsteps approaching the living room, Nicole letting out little noises of excitement, “I think I hear someone!”

“She’s very excited to see you!”

The faucet opens as Bea washes her hands, “Only her?”

“I mean…when aren’t I excited to see you?” he quips back, smirking when he was met with silence. He was sure her face was bright red, “We are just chilling on the couch.”

“I’m on my way.” the faucet shuts off, followed by the dogs nails clicking on the floorboards and walking out of the kitchen past the couch, the twins about to have the zoomies again as soon as Beatrice stepped in.

Nicole squealed happily, bouncing a bit on the couch and in her excitement, she lost her balance and almost toppled forward onto the futon only for Rooster to quickly hold her up, “Nikki! God, are you okay,Birdie?” but his daughter just giggled, lifting her head to keep her mother within her vision, “Dumb question,huh? Course you are.”

“Hi sweetie!” Beatrice’s high pitched tone greeted their ears, the brunette made grabby hands towards Nicole then picked her up from Rooster’s hands, the little girl was still giggling and gurgling happily, her arms hugging her mother’s neck the best she could “Oh my God, hi sweetie!” Nicole squeals again when Beatrice kisses her cheek, burying her nose in her daughter’s hair, “God,I love the way baby shampoo smells.”

“I know right?” Rooster spreads his legs a bit, to get comfortable, “It’s great.”

Nicole babbles a bit more, holding onto the necklace that Rooster gave Beatrice, lifting the pendant close to her eyes just to see it shine a bit more under the light, “Everything okay?” Bea asked and Rooster has to hold back the amused chuckle, because of course she’d know if something was off with him from the second she walked in. He leans further into the couch, then pats his thighs so Beatrice could sit down.

She does, all the while still keeping Nicole in her grasp, the baby kept on babbling but dropped the necklace to hold onto her father’s shirt instead, “Just thinking about some things.”

“Such as?”

Rooster purses his lips, rubbing his knuckle on the edge of Nicole’s chubby cheeks, “...my aunt. My uncle.” he mutters, “My mother’s siblings.”

“What about them?”

“...I don’t know, I had a moment a few minutes back…thinking about all the things they ended up no doing for me.” he mutters, “I guess I’m a bit conflicted, because I’d want Nikki to have a connection with my mom’s family, she already has one with my dad because of Mav…so,I don’t know.”

Beatrice hums, gently shaking Nicole’s hand as her daughter latches her fingers around her own, “It’s not wrong to want that.” she smiles, “Because I’m sure your mother would be happy to see it too…but–”

‘I couldn’t even find them for our wedding.”

“Well,yeah…”

He sighs, frowning a bit, “I don’t know why I’m thinking about this now. I have my family in the Navy, those jerks are my family even if I shook them off,you know?”

“I know,honey.” Bea’s smile softens, “We can look for them, if you want?”

Bradley rolls his lips into his mouth, huffing quietly through his nose as he sinks into the couch bringing Beatrice and Nicole with him, “I dunno.” he mutters, “It’s…complicated I guess. They could’ve found me if they wanted too.”

“Well,yes.”

“...I don’t know,I really need to think about it. I really need to think about it.”

Beatrice furrows her brows, then rubs her thumb between his, “Are you going to be okay?” he nods, feeling the repetitive touch against his forehead, “I know you, Roos.”

“I’ll be fine,gorgeous…I promise…now, let’s get ready for dinner yeah?”

Nicole had never seen so many colors in her life, she was just four months old after all. That’s why when they went to the taco truck she just stared up at the bright colors, head tilted and all as she looked at them swinging above her head. Beatrice smiled, leaning against her palm with her eyes focused on Nicole as she pointed upwards to where the lights were, “Yes,Nikki, those are lights, aren’t they pretty?” and they were pumpkin shaped, she had to get some of those for Halloween.

Nicole just waves the chicken, the anguished cries echoing through the night as she shakes it in her grasp, excited to her new surroundings. Beatrice looks up to check on Rooster, seeing he was leaning against the truck with his hip cocked to the side…which made his ass appear even better than normal. She didn’t want to stare, after all this was a public place, but she did sneak a peek.

One that her husband caught by looking over his shoulder at her, his eyebrow arching with amusement as he mouthed a ‘excuse me?’ towards her. Beatrice blushed but shrugged, throwing her hands up in the air as if to say she had no idea what was happening, only for Rooster to playfully roll his eyes and look back to the cook inside.

And soon enough he returned with their food, steaming hot and smelling delicious.

‘Alright.” he places the tacos down, “I got the usual for us and we also got extra salsa because of it.”

“We never deny free salsa, do we?”

“Nope, never.’

Beatrice laughed as she popped her soda open, looking down at Nicole who was staring at the new object with wide eyes, “This is a lot of information for her…I hope it’s not too much.”

“I don’t think so.” he says while pouring the soda inside the plastic cup, “She seems to be having a lot of fun.”

Nicole furrowed her brows because what was that thing they were drinking and could she have some? “No,Nikki, this is for mommy and daddy only.” Bea says when her daughter just reaches for the colorful can, whining a bit but settling down when her mother started caressing her hand.

“So, how was the training today? Any good?”

Beatrice smiled while chewing her taco, “Oh it was great Roos. Jessie is so good! She said she worked as a waitress on a restaurant a few years ago, when she was in high school. She’s really good. Oh, and…” she looks around surreptitiously, “I kinda prodded her about the guy.”

“The guy?”

“The guy.”

Who was worse: a group of middle aged women gossiping about their enemies…or Beatrice and Rooster, who were almost too excited when talking about Jessie and her bar crush, “Yes, “ Beatrice leans closer even if the music playing made it obvious no one would hear them, “So I asked her a little bit, about what he looked like and such, so he’s about Fanboy’s height.” her husband hums, very interested, “About…I don’t know, maybe twenty five, she said and he has short curly hair, tanned complexion.”

Rooster blinked, wracking his brain in hopes to figure out who it was, “...tanned complexion…”

“She said it was like a surfer tan.”

“Oh.Oh, oh I know him. Jared, yeah he’s one of the new recruits.”

“Did you talk to him?”

“Just in passing.” he shrugs, “Nothing serious, just a ‘good morning’ and nothing more…he also calls me sir which is really weird to hear.”

“Well you are a Lieutenant.”

“I mean,yeah.” he shrugs, “But still, there’s just…I don’t know, I never got used to it before, still not used to it now.” Beatrice furrows her brows at him, a bit confused “You know what I mean.”

“Roos, well,I mean, you told me you were an instructor and you are…of higher rank. Why would you feel weird about it? I mean, what if you get promoted? Do you want them to just go ‘hey bro it’s a nice morning at the base,huh’?” Bradley almost chokes on his drink at Beatrice’s attempt of a male voice, it sounded like she had a sore throat and was relying on medicine to get it clean. He snorts against his hand, trying his best to keep his laughter down.

Beatrice has to do the same, biting her lips to hold her laughter back and distracting herself with Nicole. After almost choking on air and on his spit at least twice, Rooster coughs up laughing quietly, “You- holy shit- that was funny.”

“It wasn’t that funny,was it?”

“Baby you have no idea how hilarious you can be.” and again her cheeks turned red, her lips curling onto a smile, “Also,the honorific thing…it’s okay,I guess it’s just,well…Jared is like twenty one I think…Bea he was born in,what, the 00’s? Or something? Baby I was in high school when he was born.”

Beatrice chuckled as she dabs a napkin over her lips, wiping some of the sauce, “So you are just…hating it because it makes you feel…old?” he frowns, “...you know you look nothing like your age, right.”

“Hrm.”

“And even if you did, you’d still be so handsome.” Rooster smirked, bringing the soda can to his lips with his eyes still on Beatrice, he could live with that. “Besides, you look better than guys half your age, so…”

“Ah, smooth talking like that.” he tuts, “What’s a guy to think?”

Beatrice smiles at him, then reaches to touch his hand on the table, picking it up to run her thumb on the inside of his fingers, “I mean it,though.” she whispers, still touching his palm, “You are incredibly handsome and you still make my knees weak when you smile at me.” he laughs almost bashfully, licking his lips. Bea brings his hand to her lips, kissing his knuckles before setting his hand back down, “I need to go to the bathroom, Roos. I’ll be right back.”

“Hey, leaving be high and dry here?” he complains, pouting his lips a bit, “You can’t do that.”

Beatrice smiles, walking around the table towards him where she cups his face in her hands and brings their lips together in a gentle - yet amazingly sensual - kiss, “I won’t be long.” she whispers against his lips, letting go of his face with a giggle, looking down at Nicole before she turns on her heel and leaves the table.

Rooster follows the sway of her hips with a smile, tilting his head just enough to see the shape of her ass move inside those tight black jeans she favored so much. Nicole’s gentle noises snapped him out of his reverie, his eyes immediately moving to his daughter who was already staring at him, “How’s the night going,Nikki? Hm? Is it fun?”

“Bahbaah, buuhh!” and a surprise raspberry that neither of them expected considering the way Nicole jumped after she did that.

“Yeah,I’m having fun too, cutie.”

“Aa!”

“Yes,I know, mommy will come back soon.”

“Sir?”

He stops chewing, hoping he’s imagining things and he hasn’t heard the voice of one of the new recruits behind him. He inhales, choosing to believe it was all in his mind, “Sir, is that you? It is him,guys.”

Guys? Oh no.

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