#oh hai tony
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PAC
Random things about your Future Spouse
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It can resonate with you instead of ur FS too.
Pile 1:
Initials: R, T (highly possible), A, V
Sun Signs : Scorpio ♏, Taurus ♉, Aquarius ♒
Dominant element: none!
Number: 1, 2, 6, 12, 26, 16, 21, 11, 22; (Date of birth/meeting/marriage)
Month: January, February, June, November, December; (Month of birth/meeting/marriage)
Arrange Marriage
Imp. colour: Sky blue, Red; (can be ur/their wedding outfit colour/decorations/fav. colour)
Were you attracted to pile 3? This is ur sign to check that out.
Pile 2:
Initials: I, O, E, U, L; (they can have 3 or more vowels in their name)
Sun sign: Gemini ♊, Libra ♎, Leo ♌
Dominant element: Air
Number: 2, 5, 20, 25, 22; (Date of birth/meeting/marriage)
Month: February, May; (Month of birth/meeting/marriage)
Love Marriage
Imp. colour: Orange, Turquoise; (can be ur/their wedding outfit colour/decorations/fav. colour)
Were you attracted to pile 3/4? This is ur sign to check that out.
Pile 3:
Initials: H, L (highly possible), F, A
Sun sign: Aquarius ♒, Gemini ♊, Leo ♌
Dominant element: Air
Number: 1, 3, 9, 11, 13, 19, 31 (Date of birth/meeting/marriage)
Month: January, March, September, November (Month of birth/meeting/marriage)
Love Marriage
Imp. colour: Purple, Pink (can be ur/their wedding outfit colour/decorations/fav. colour)
Were you attracted to ANY other pile? This is ur sign to check that out too.
Pile 4:
Initials: C, Z, F, M, K
Sun sign: Aries ♈, Sagittarius ♐, Libra ♎
Dominant element: Fire
Number: 5, 6 (Date of birth/meeting/marriage)
Month: May, June (Month of birth/meeting/marriage)
Arrange Marriage
Imp. colour: Red, Pink (can be ur/their wedding outfit colour/decorations/fav. colour)
Were you attracted to pile 2/3? This is ur sign to check that out.
Disclaimer:
Take what resonates, leave that doesn't.
It will not match with everyone.
Mehndi images are from Pinterest. The moodboard is made by me.
Divider: @saradika-graphics
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Y/n: Wandaaaaaaaa
Wanda:...You look suspicious
Y/n: I wanna know what you want for Christmas
Wanda: Oh, I don't know, just for my family to be healthy and happy and-
A loud whinny comes from outside
Wanda: What the hell was that?
Y/n:......Is there any chance you wanted a reindeer?
Wanda: Where the fuck did you get a reindeer from??!
SW coming in: Rudolph needs some hay
Wanda: I knew you'd be involved in this....
SW: You can't tell me that given the chance you wouldn't steal a reindeer for Christmas for the boys
Wanda sighs: I’ll get Tony and Bruce to build a stable
Y/n and SW: Yes!
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Well. Look at that. Anyways, I wrote this last night while I was drunk.
Peter looks at you from across the room, disgusted by ur gayness.
“Ew. How could u be gay. That’s so gross and totally wrong.” He says.
You look at him like he’s the numbest bitch in the planet. “Peter. Ur literally so stupid. Even frogs r gay.” You counter, still being gay as ever.
Peter narrows his eyes at you, “yeah well those frogs are going to like hell.”
YOu let out a loud laugh and simply counting r to stare at him. “You wanna get fucked by a gay grl.” You tease, beckoning him to come to the bathroom with you.
Peter’s eyes go very wide, but he is intrigued. Even if ur very very gay. So he stands up and goes to the bathroom with you.
You look him in the eyes and smile again. “So what u ganna do for me baby girl?” He asks, a big ass smirk when j his face.
“I’m ganna fuck u until you can’t walk” u say, pulling down his pants.
“Oh god please” peter moans, grabbing your hips and pulling you close. “I want u to tick me so hard please” he begs. Kissing your very soft juicy lips.
You let out a moan, kissing him back very passionately. “Mmm Parker” you grunt, despite not even liking men.
You finish stripping him from all his cloths, then you take off your own. “Wow Peter ur so sexy. I can’t wait to fuck your fat cock”
You push him onto the sink and slowly begin to sink onto his big ginormous fat cock. It feels so good inside you which makes you leg out a loud moan. You grip his hair tight, tugging his brow curls. “Mmmm sexy.”
You groan.
His hands grip ur hips ahead he leads ur hips up and down on his big man
Ohhhhhhh” he cries, kissing ur neck sloppily. “Gosh ur so hot baby” he cries, feeling u on his cock.
You let out another moan before hopping off his big dick, flipping him around, and bumming in his big juicy asshole.
Peter cute too, squirting all over the sink. “Ohhhh shit that felt so good” he moans.
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Peter found out he was probate about three months later. He couldn’t. Be more scared of having a gay bitches baby. How could he possibly have the bay of a gay Bo. Like what. Anyways, he was so very pregnant and Tony was so upset because his son is so young and so very pregnant.
But Steve thinks that it’s a miracle from the gays that he’s pregnant with your gay baby.
So Peter is told he has to has it because it’s a gay blessing from a hot sexy woman who got him prhegnage
So he keeps being very very primate u Gil it’s time to deliver. And he had the hunky ads baby and feels so proud cause he’s a mommy now.
But ur a mommy too.
Peter reali3/ he’s so gay because he’s a mommy a fan yoruens a mommy so you’re hay.
Peter is ashamed of his gay self and decides to tie. The baby to bucket because his one hand will be a better mummy them him.
The end.
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geocaching/corn maze or falling in a pile of leaves, Stuckony?
I don't know what geocaching is so we're leaning into corn.
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"I can't believe you lost him," Bucky groused, stomping back into the maze.
"I didn't lose him," Steve exclaimed defensively even as he scurried after him. "I told Tony to meet us at the giant hay bale that was painted to look like Shrek because he insisted he could get out faster. It's not my fault he got bored and went back in to look for us!"
Bucky rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "I suppose we should just be grateful that he didn't wander off somewhere else."
"Ha! So you admit he wandered off!" Steve barked, pointing at him. When Bucky didn't grace him with a response, he circled him, just to make sure he had no choice but to see him. "Listen! You're the one who thought it was a good idea to split up!"
Bucky gave him his best bitch face. "I knew we would lose. Tony asks for sexual favors when he wins."
"Tony asks for sexual favors when he loses, too, so you can see my confusion," Steve replied flatly.
Bucky scowled at him, then turned to march directly through a wall of corn.
"That's cheating!" Steve called after him.
Bucky stepped out of the stalks onto another path. He was immediately met with three small children pointing at him as well. "Oh, come on."
"That's cheating!" the children chorused.
"Yeah, that's cheating," Tony agreed.
Bucky gaped at him, outraged. "Why are you here?"
"Their mom's scared of corn so she asked if I'd escort them through to find the scarecrow for their scavenger hunt," Tony answered blithely.
Bucky squinted at him. "...Why you?"
"I was standing around gloating I'd been through once already, obviously," Tony scoffed. He peered at the tops of the corn stalks, then shouted, "Take the next left, Steve. We can't have two Cheater McCheatertons with us."
"Will do!" Steve shouted back.
One of the children tugged at Tony's hand, slanting a supremely suspicious look at Bucky. "Will it count if we have one Cheater McCheaterton with us?"
"We need another person to hold you guys up while someone else takes a picture of you with the scarecrow," Tony answered solemnly.
The children sighed. Bucky regretted coming back in to find him. They should have just waited at the Shrek hay bale.
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L'ansia mangia quando con lei non vado d'accordo
Fuori un'altra guerra scoppia, io non me ne accorgo
Dentro ne ho una bella grossa pezzi di me muoiono
Quante volte ci pensi alla morte? Io, fra', un botto
L'ansia mangia quando con lei non vado d'accordo
Fuori un'altra guerra scoppia, io non me ne accorgo
Dentro ne ho una bella grossa pezzi di me muoiono
Quante volte ci pensi alla morte?
A me serve amore però a lei le serve spazio
Mostrarti chi sono forse non mi serve a un cazzo
Dentro sono orribile fingo, ma non mi piaccio
Mi sembra impossibile pensare che mi salvo
L'habitat della musica ha dinamiche impostate
Il mercato musicale non è che offra varie strade
A volte è proprio chi fa bella musica che cade
A volte vedi solo merda e culi da leccare
Anche se non mi amo molto so di essere unico
Tu che fai lo scemo lì lo sai di essere un numero?
Credi alla lealtà ma la realtà ti sveglia subito
Come quando dichiari amore e lei ti fa, "Sei stupido?"
(Ma sei stupido?)
L'ansia mangia quando con lei non vado d'accordo
Fuori un'altra guerra scoppia, io non me ne accorgo
Dentro ne ho una bella grossa pezzi di me muoiono
Quante volte ci pensi alla morte? Io, fra', un botto
L'ansia mangia quando con lei non vado d'accordo
Fuori un'altra guerra scoppia, io non me ne accorgo
Dentro ne ho una bella grossa pezzi di me muoiono
Quante volte ci pensi alla morte?
Bella frate', ho visto, hai conquistato un disco d'oro
Peccato che il contratto che hai firmato ti fa fuori
Un ragazzino mi chiede un consiglio, come posso?
Appena fai due numeri vedrai chiamano loro
La tua direzione la dà il capo quando sbava
L'arte insegue il mercato, ma non vede la strada
Io cerco le regole e dei modi per infrangerle
Sentirmi così intensamente solo mi fa piange'
Ho dei pensieri strani a lei farei del male fisico
Per farle sentire cosa ho dentro e quanto tanto mi spaventa
Oh, adesso ti impressioni? Il mio dolore è un eufemismo
Non lo sai quello che sento, però lo vorrei tantissimo
Okay, questo mondo mi fa schifo, lo allargo
Lei vive come un cyborg, io la svito, è in allarme
La vita è agire mi agito e la schivo parlando
Per risolvere i problemi che ho non serve parlarne
I rapper che sentivi mo ti fanno imbarazzo
Perché quando cresci non ti rappresentano un cazzo
Sembra più un gioco di ruolo che una realtà di fatto
Vorrei più una poco di buono che quel culo rifatto
L'industria musicale segue i quattordicenni
Certi amici se ne vanno proprio quando li cerchi
Su un pianeta di sconfitti ridono quattro vincenti
Poi sei te con quattro spicci a fare i danni all'ambiente (tu-tu-tu)
Non me ne fotte nulla dei temi di attualità
Se non decifri cosa hai dentro, non saprai cosa c'è fuori
Tu puoi fare cento dischi se non c'è la qualità
Era meglio niente
Ci odio tutti quanti non scusate i toni
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Hello, My Lovely Spring Rolls!
To celebrate such milestones in my personal (birthday! woot woot!) and tumblr (500 followers!) life, I will be hosting my first-ever (and hopefully the beginning of more) sleepover for all of us to enjoy!
I've only been actively posting my stories on this site since October 2022 and truthfully, you guys have been such a blast and I cannot thank you enough for the support and love you continuously give.
With that being said, I hope you would join me in this sleepover and make more memories together!
For this sleepover, we will be having 2 events; 1) Writing Challenge, and 2) Fic Requests.
🌻This challenge is only open to 18+. Minors, please DNI.
🌻The theme for this challenge is, you guessed it, SPRING! Not only is it on my tumblr name but it's my favorite season of all time. I know we are still far away from it but oh well.
🌻The sleepover will start on January 31st and end on March 31st (though my birthday is on the 7th of March huehue) No late submissions, please.
🌻This challenge is open to all genres BUT (and it's a big one) if you've been hanging around me for a while, you know what my preferences are—angst, smut, and dark.
🌻All tropes are allowed—Mafia, A/B/O, enemies to lovers, lovers to enemies, even step-cest if that's your vibe.
🌻Characters must ONLY be from the following fandom:
Game of Thrones - Jorah Mormont, Petyr Baelish or Jaime Lannister
MCU/Marvel - Vision, Loki, Thor, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner or Logan Howlett
DCU - Clark Kent or Bruce Wayne
Sebastian Stan Characters - Lee Bodecker or Steve Kemp
Chris Evans Characters - Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett, Andy Barber, Jake Jensen or Ari Levinson
Tom Hiddleston Characters - Jonathan Pine, James Conrad or Thomas Sharpe
Miscellaneous - Joel Miller (The Last of Us - Either Pedro Pascal or the video game character) or Samuel Drake (Uncharted)
🌻Reader insert only, no OFCs or ships. Sorry.
🌻Entries must be new and original. I will not allow any entries that are part of an ongoing series. If it is, make sure that it can be read as a stand-alone piece.
🌻There is no word limit but do make sure to add the Keep Reading line after 500 words.
🌻Please use the tag #rolling into spring writing challenge when posting your work and tag me in it. If I haven't reblogged it or given a comment within 24 hours after you've posted, shoot me a message.
🌻No Underage, Beastiality, Incest, Monster(??) and Water Sports.
🌻A prompt list will be provided for this challenge but it is not mandatory to use them. You can use them as a guide to help you kickstart your work. The most important thing is that your story has the element of Spring in it.
🌻I reserve the right to not read or interact with your work if it makes me uncomfortable or if you didn't abide by the rules. Warnings are a MUST and should be written appropriately.
🌻Any questions that you may have, my DMs are open. You can also join my discord server to engage with others and bounce off ideas with one another.
🌻Rules of the writing challenge pretty much apply here as well.
🌻I will be providing a dialogue prompt list for you to choose from. You can also suggest a trope or give me a brief description of your request.
🌻Please use this form when requesting a fic. Just so as not to crowd my ask box.
🌻Fics will only be written with dark themes. (sorrynotsorry)
Now that the ground rules have been laid, all that's left to do is to have fun! And I look forward to your requests as well as what you'll come up with for this event! Make me squirm and gimme hay fever! (okno) haha
Writing Challenge Prompts
Fic Request Prompts
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Oh What a Web We Weave
tyler hoechlin, hay, male, he/they, fighter (rogue) «—◦—→ well met, sascha becker! the godling born child of despoina. it’s been 37 years and now they have answered the song in their veins. can he change the course of history with their adaptability, generosity, focus? or will their jealousy, impulsiveness, impatience hinder them? only time will tell before this godling’s name is sung into myth and legend!
name: Sascha Becker
nicknames: Sasch, Beck, Becks
date of birth: October 31st, 1986
age: 37
face claim: Tyler Hoechlin
godly parent: Despoina
height: 6’3”
dominant hand: Lefty
education level: Masters of Business Management
occupation: Runs his family’s coffee shop and has an indie true crime podcast on the side
parents: Tony Becker ( father ), Despoina ( mother ), Susan Becker ( step mother )
siblings: James Becker ( little brother ), Amelia Becker ( little sister ), too many foster siblings to count.
pets: Puck and Titania ( pet cats)
astrological sign: Scorpio sun / Libra moon / Leo rising.
positive traits: Adaptability / Generosity / Focus
negative traits: Jealousy / Impulsiveness / Impatience
habits: Bouncing his leg / Cracking his knuckles / Playing with pens / Being a cup goblin (always has at least four cups of different liquids at any given point)
quirks: Says goodbye three times / Refuses to wear matching socks / Always carries a pack of cloves even though he has never smoked / Sleeps with the AC on even in the middle of winter
pet peeves: Slow walkers / People who chew with their mouths open / People who play music on their phones in public without headphones / People making fun of anyone’s tastes in coffee
hobbies: Puzzles / Reading / Hiking / Swimming / Podcasting / VIdeo Games
sexual orientation: Homosexual
sexual position: Verse
clothing style: Typically Sascha dresses like a stuffy professor. He loves a chunky knit sweater and just general being cozy. That said, he does have plenty of outfits to scandalise the neighbors reserved for the rare occasion that he actually goes out to a bar which typically consists of a jock strap and one of his many harnesses.
prominent features: Resting Bitch Face, but also a killer smile, thick hair that is always perfectly mussed, giant dick and perky butt.
what were they doing when they hear the song of their godling blood? He was editing his podcast in an absolute panic because it was nowhere near being ready to publish and was supposed to be released in a couple of hours.
class: fighter
inspirations: Riz Gukgak, The MC from this delightful series of PI smut books whose name I am totally blanking on, Sherlock Holmes
Biography to come
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Oh look… the muse kissed me…
Rawhide Epilogue is in the works…
Steve snorted, listening to the guys banter as he leaned back against the tree trunk, his hat pulled down over his face. It had been a busy few days, moving the herd back down to the summer pastures and getting ready to bale the hay and silage that would see them through the winter. But, he wasn’t complaining. In fact, he hadn’t complained about much over the past 5 years or so. Well, bar Bucky being a persistent pain in his ass, but what else was new?
In the months that followed the battle, Fury had been appointed interim president of the WSC and had been permanently installed following a term of elections, for two terms running now. As such, the World Security Council had made good on its promise. Each state had their own elected representatives, and the divide which had separated red and blue states had been torn down. Of course, some states still held conservative views, but even in those areas things had gotten much better for Omegas. Because their basic human rights had been secured through the Omega Rights Act at a federal level, something they had failed to do the first time round due to the WSC preferring the appeasement method. Now, violation of those rights was punishable by law, no matter where you were, although how much it was enforced was anyone’s guess and varied, again state to state.
It wasn’t perfect, but then again nothing was. And it had been met in some instances with violent opposition, but that had been quashed pretty quickly. Some had been in favour of a more gradual overhaul, suggesting that each state should be allowed to install their own laws around Alphas, Betas and Omegas, as a sort of half-way house with a view to eventually changing the overall attitudes of people.
But, as Tony said in his speech when he was elected as the Senator for Montana, “sometimes you gotta run before you can walk.”
❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Jurassic Sanctuary
Chapter 3: Yuta - also on AO3
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Yuta's been in Rexha's enclosure. He hadn't woken up during the thunderstorm.
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Yuta
He yawns, stretching as he wakes up. “Hey, Rexha,” he yells down. “Who turned out the lights?”
The T-Rex roars up at him.
“Yeah, yeah, shut up,” he grumbles. “I’ll get you dinner in a minute. What time is it?” He checks his watch. “Oh, I’m late. That’s why you’re pissed.”
He presses the button to release the goats into Rexha’s enclosure, but nothing happens. “Hello,” he says, pressing it again. “Baa baa black sheep, have you any goddamned respect for Rexha’s meal schedule?” He punches it. “Fuck.”
Careful to avoid Rexha’s reach, Yuta shuffles down from what the others call his bird’s nest and hops into the waiting pen. He fiddles with the lights, tries the intercom, the computers. Nothing.
“Damn it,” he grumbles. “Knew Kris is never wrong.”
He climbs up the side of the wall, on the wooden ladder Mox had always told him would never work as a ladder but he disagreed with, and hops down into the goat enclosure.
“Alright, you stinky little weirdoes.” He pats them on the head, giving each of them a kiss in thanks. “Tragically, the circle of life has ourobourosed for the six of you. Love you all. Thank you for your service to the dinosaur population and to Rexha.” He walks to the release gate and starts by throwing open the metal barrier. It’s about a hundred pounds, but Bryan and Claudio have been making him squat a bunch of the feed bags, so he’s only straining a little bit as he stands up. Next is the wooden door which slides open pretty easily.
He expects to go for the glass door next, since the goats are skittish enough to run out without Rexha having to see them beforehand.
Rexha’s sharp teeth and predator eye are directly in the way.
“Oh, shit,” he says, stumbling backward. “It’s me, Rex. Don’t eat Daddy. You love me.”
Rexha snarls and slams her head against the glass.
“No,” Yuta says, tripping over a goat and falling ass first into the hay. He hopes what he landed in was just rainwater and mud, but he’s not confident. “Bad girl. Be nice.”
Rexha roars again and slams her head.
“It’s reinforced,” he snarks at her. “Good luck. You can’t break through it. We’ve tried.”
It doesn’t stop Rexha from trying herself, though. She repeatedly slams her head against the glass.
“Calm down!” Yuta yells. But he’s not feeling calm himself. They’ve never been late on Rexha’s meals before. Not like this. Their feeding schedule is atypical, like it would be in the wild. Lots of goats three times a week, then one week where she gets a deer to hunt and that’s it. A week with daily raptor snacks, a week off.
Unfortunately, today is day eight of no food.
“If you eat me, Tony will kick your ass,” Yuta says. He frowns, trying to determine a way to open the gate without getting himself in the line of fire. He glances over to the emergency wall. An ax won’t do shit. Fire extinguisher, while fun to use, won’t help. He pushes some other things aside to find rope with a hook on the bottom.
He shrugs. “That’ll work.”
Rexha roars in response.
“Oh, pipe down,” he snaps. “Give me, like, ten minutes.”
Acutely aware of the giant teeth and the watchful eye on the other side of the glass, Yuta uses the hook on the end of the rope, trying to swing it into a part of the glass. He can’t get it hooked on the bottom of the glass window – the concrete won’t budge. He can’t wedge it into the corner between the walls, he can’t get it to pull off any of the planks. In frustration, he swings the rope hard against the glass. It’s bulletproof, he knows.
He watches a crack appear, hears something, a light crackle. His blood runs cold.
Rexha roars and slams her head into the glass, the crack expanding.
“Not good,” Yuta mutters. He has a split second decision. With the leap of a lifetime, he jumps toward the ladder from before. He lets himself feel a little smug on top of the panic as he’s scrambling up. He knew this ladder was a good idea. If he survives this, he’ll rub it in Mox’s face. He jumps as the roar grows louder and there’s the sound of glass shattering. He glances, nervous, over at the underground paths. They might have been safer.
Rexha roars again and there’s metal crunching. He has no time to regret.
“Shit,” he says, finding the soft spot in the roof and punching through it. He knew it’d be handy. “Shit McDiaper Fuck, I’m so screwed.” He pulls himself through the roof, for once glad for Bryan’s incessant gym club bullshit. He knows, logically, that this entire area is locked in. Big enough to be Rexha’s two mile radius habitat. He knows, logically, he can run two miles in under thirteen minutes with an emergency bag on his back. He knows, logically, that Rexha’s big but slow, and if he can get out of range he has a half a chance.
He also knows how goddamned huge Rexha’s head is, accompanied by huge teeth.
He gets a look at the set of gates, leading to the exit out of Rexha’s enclosure. The open field is now looking like a mistake. The trees are an option, but he hates it. The upper level exit through fake trees, specifically, is what he hates. He’ll have to crawl through the emergency vents.
“If I’m up, I’m up,” he mumbles, and he jumps into the branches of the nearest tree before Rexha’s head punches through the roof, similarly to Yuta’s first punch earlier. He laughs, a little hysterical.
“Rex, you have perfectly good goat down there. Be a good predator,” he yells. He has to leap backward and snag a branch. Apparently Rexha took that as an insult. She roars, head flashing around to track movement. Yuta presses himself up against the trunk of the tree, hardly allowing himself to breathe.
Rexha roars.
Time stops.
Her head turns toward Yuta. And he slips. She dives toward him and swings her head, slamming it into the side of the tree next to him. He falls down a few branches, hitting hard on each one, but he manages to catch one and swing himself into the direction of the emergency exit.
About two hundred meters away. Probably around a hundred trees to jump through, if his body cooperates.
And a giant dinosaur behind him, clawing at branches and leaves.
Yuta swings, jumping to the next tree. His one benefit is that Rexha has to work through trees to get to him, and he just has to duck under branches and leaves while moving. He’s scratched, more than once, by twigs. He’s pretty sure he eats a few bugs, and there’s a caterpillar that lands directly on his nose that freaks him out enough to scream. But he’s focused on the emergency exit. And he can get there.
Rexha manages to duck out into the field and run, full force, into trees in front of Yuta. Two trees fall toward him. He has no choice but to jump, landing hard on his ankle on a giant branch low to the ground.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, pain shooting from his ankle up to his spine. “Fuck.” Stumbling, he races to the next branch and jumps. Only a dozen or so more. Or two dozen. Or fifty.
He doesn’t know. Hell, he’s not even sure if he’s on target to hit the exit. All he knows is forward.
He thinks about the training Bryan’s put him through. He’s hurt more in the gym than this, hurt more when Bryan’s got his arm in a weird bend for no goddamned reason, hurt more when Bryan’s giving him another set of reps to do after the third “one last set”, hurt more when he’s racing Bryan on the trails around the campus.
He can hear Bryan’s voice in his head, encouraging him, giving him pointers.
“That branch right there – yes, now swing. To the one underneath. It’s going to hurt, but you can handle it.”
Yuta knows he’s probably insane for it, but hearing his – Bryan’s – fine, his crush’s voice in his ear barking orders and directions was helping.
“Use those biceps, Yuta, I didn’t train you to be a bitch.”
“You and I both know you could run another mile if you had to, so no telling me this is too hard.”
“If you lose your grip on this branch, I’ll make you do another dozen burpees.”
Yuta, with a visual on the door handle and the horrible sense that Rexha has learned how to use her head to take out multiple trees at a time, begins to wish he had some slightly kinder words from Bryan to hold onto. He tries to replace Bryan with Danny, but encouragements from his childhood best friend are usually, “If you don’t get jacked, then how are you gonna pull that hot old dude from work?” and it’s back to Bryan.
He thinks he can feel Rexha’s breath on his back, can feel the saliva flicking at him. He’s only a few trees away when the branch he’s on, slippery from the onslaught of pouring rain, bends enough to slide him off. He yells, against his better judgement as he slams down on the branch beneath him, moaning as he rolls down the branch until he crashes into the trunk of the tree.
It may have saved his life. The trunk of a tree Rexha had slammed into hits exactly the space where Yuta had been standing seconds before. He can see the pattern of Rexha’s skin, she’s so close. He doesn’t have time to marvel at it before he’s scrambling up the next tree. He scrambles, as quietly as he can, back up to the correct level of the emergency exit. Leaping, feeling a sting in his ankle that he can manage but proves to be distracting, he lands on the tiny ladder on the wall. He hops more than climbs, praying he can get the code to pop the door.
73942. Rexha’s name in numbers. He throws a look over his shoulder. Rexha’s closer than she’s ever been without glass between them.
Yuta should throw himself into the exit, should get out of here right now before things get worse.
“Hi, princess,” he coos, unable to resist the moment. “Hi, Rexha baby. I’m your Dad.”
Rexha looks at him with one huge eye. He thinks he sees understanding there. Even if it’s just a second.
A second it is. Rexha roars and Yuta barely manages to dive into the door and slam it shut before Rexha’s head slams into it again.
Yuta scrambles back, praying the door holds. The silence on the other end gives him no comfort.
He waits.
He braces.
The shake from inside the metal tube feels like how he could imagine it would feel seconds before a submarine would implode. He’s claustrophobic on his worst days, and this seems to be one of them. Crawling is hell on his knees as he scrambles far enough away to stop feeling Rexha’s rage. Or, maybe, she’s given up and will go hunt goats. He knows what he’d like it to be.
He exhales as he comes up to the manhole. He doesn’t know how long he’s been crawling. He hopes he’s made a decent dent in how far he’ll have to walk; his ankle doesn’t feel up to another mile. He has to steady his breathing, the adrenaline shifting to shakiness, as he opens the hatch. Gracelessly, he falls down into the next room. He collapses in a crumple, not expecting to make it on his ankle. He lay there for a moment. The adrenaline makes it hard to regulate his breathing. He still has another half mile or so to make it from this part of the tunnels to the Center.
And he’ll have to go up so many stairs.
He groans and flops over. He hopes that smell isn’t him. He’s not hopeful.
Yuta doesn’t know how long it’s been that he’s been on the floor, or if he was even awake for all of it. His body is still, but nothing but his ankle really stings.
He rolls over, making it to his feet. His journey is slow and labored. He comes up with some lists of improvements possible in this transfer hall. A clock, for one. Little mini jeep things kids play with to get him from one end to the next. Maybe some basic bitch décor, like from Homegoods. He appreciates the hand rails, though. And the grippy tread on the floor. Without it, he’s pretty sure he would have fallen over, with how unsteady he is on this ankle.
With the place in lockdown, he’s expecting to be shit out of luck getting in to any of the Center buildings. He plans to yell the word, “Fuck” at the top of his lungs until somebody notices him. Maybe climb up the wall on the outside ladders while at it.
He pats his pockets. Maybe, if one of the towers was still functional…
He pulls out his phone. Nothing. He knows, out here, even emergency signals don’t work. At the very least, he’d managed to charge it the night before, so his phone has enough power to keep him, like, mildly entertained if he’s stuck in a hallway for hours. Watch a downloaded video or two. Maybe listen to a podcast.
He shoves the phone back into his pocket and comes upon the last of the lockdown doors. The ceiling emergency exit tunnels had helped him avoid the other four or five behind him, but this one.
Yuta groans. There’s no hope. He’s stuck in here, yelling fuck for all of eternity.
Until he sees something in the doorway.
“Is that…?”
He gets to his feet and limps on unsteady joints. “Holy shit.”
It’s something small, alright, but it’s in the space between the door and the wall. A brief inspection, and Yuta determines that the overflow stored power, designed exclusively to shut these doors, spent the last of itself trying to shove the door closed over the sparkling gem.
“Oh, Willow’s gonna be pissed,” he chuckles. He kneels down and throws back to a few weeks back, when Willow had lost the diamond earring Kris’ mother had gotten her for Christmas. “I knew it was gonna turn up.” He shoves the door open, wincing at his ankle, until it’s wide enough for him to slip through. He bends down and shoves the earring in his pocket, and leaves the door open behind him. He doesn’t know if, maybe, somebody else got trapped out there. He doesn’t want to be the reason somebody else gets stuck.
He gets into the nicely decorated Center hallways, feeling very out of place in his drenched and stained work gear. He doesn’t spend much time in here, usually in Rexha’s feeding space or monitoring her from her enclosure viewpoint. Really, he’s only in here to get to the boat or to visit Bryan.
He sighs. Bryan, who will probably mock him the second he gets into sight for getting locked out. Bryan, who will probably check him all over in a panic and it’s the most his hands will ever be on Yuta.
Bryan, who might look at least a little bit happy Yuta’s not dead.
He doesn’t let himself get too hopeful – a kind word might be the best he can expect – as he makes his way to the Center lobby. He can hear shouting.
Fear bubbles in his chest. Rexha had gotten out. Somebody got attacked. Somebody got crushed by a falling tree. Somebody got crushed in a lockdown door.
He speeds up, close enough to the door that he can make out words.
“I don’t give a fuck!” he hears Bryan shout from inside the Center lobby. “I’m done waiting!”
“It’s not safe,” Mox says, sounding tired.
“Bull shit it’s not safe!” Bryan yells. “Claudio got Mox and this dipshit out from Mox’s place. Why can’t we go get Yuta?”
“Rehxa’s different from Zoe and Emily,” Claudio says, and he’s got a slight shake to the usual steadiness. Yuta hates it. He walks faster, the doorway in sight. “Riot gear and 4 men aren’t enough protection, even if we had power.”
“Fuck it,” Bryan says. “I’ll go on my own.”
“Danielson,” Willow says, in her most serious voice. “We can’t risk another employee.”
“Don’t fucking give me that,” Danielson snarls. Yuta’s almost to the doorway. He just has to make it a few more feet. Just a few more. “We don’t know what Rexha’s done. We don’t – he’s not –”
Yuta gets to the door and falls against it, exhausted. “He’s right here,” he grumbles. Something inside him tells him to meet the shocked expressions with finger guns. “You all having a party without me?”
“Wheeler!” Willow yells, her hand flying to her mouth. He tries not to notice the tears.
Yuta stumbles into the door. “Yeah, yeah, I’m late,” he croaks out. He’s not sure when his body started aching all over. The pain could have started when he fell back into the goat poop. When he was swinging and falling from branch to branch. Could be from when Rexha swung her head at that tree he was standing in. He’s not sure.
“You’re alive,” Bryan says. He grabs Yuta and yanks him into a crushing hug, which, he supposes, is the best way he’s been injured in the past hour or so.
“I’m alive,” Yuta croaks. “You’re kind of crushing my already bruised ribs.”
“Fuck,” Bryan says. He steps back and holds Yuta at arm’s length, scanning him.
“Yeah, kind of covered in everything you could imagine.” Yuta tries for a sheepish smile, but he’s pretty sure it only shows off the bloody cut on the side of his face. “I’m kind of disgusting right –”
He doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence. Blood and shit and rainwater and mud and all, Bryan grabs him up and kisses him like his life depends on it, holding his face in his hands like Yuta’s more fragile than he’d ever imagined.
He’s hardly aware of all the eyes he knows are on them, too busy realizing that he’s finally getting the one thing he’d thought he’d never get in his life. He pulls back, head floating. “Bryan,” he says quietly. “What…?”
“I thought you were dead,” Bryan croaks. “I thought – I thought Rexha, definitely…”
Yuta shakes his head. “I mean, she tried, but I managed to get away.” He shakes his head, trying to prove he’s awake. “I thought you hated me?”
“Hated you?” Bryan says, eyes soft in a way that Yuta’s never seen directed at him. “Yuta, I’ve never wanted anything more than you.”
“Had a weird way of showing it,” Yuta mumbles, but he doesn’t get to follow it up. Bryan’s yanked him in again, kissing him with fervor and desperation. He forgets he’s covered in filth. He forgets his dinosaur nearly ate him for dinner. Hell, he forgets that they’re surrounded by people. He wraps his arms around Bryan’s waist, leaning into it, enjoying the moment.
A throat clears in the background, and he scans the expressions when he comes up for air. Willow, grinning like she’s know it all along. Mox and his twinky dude are tangled around each other, grinning, and Claudio’s eyes are soft, his smile matching Willow’s.
“So, you got the power back on?” Yuta asks. He turns to Claudio. “Think I could get in the shower?”
Claudio chokes on air, and Yuta stares at him. “What’s wrong with you?”
“I – we can get the generators set up, but the connection might be back before then,” Claudio says, flaming red. “Nothing’s wrong with me. Go take – take a – take a shower.”
“You never blush,” Yuta says, frowning. “What’s wrong with you?”
“After today?” Claudio asks, dropping his head in his hand. “Everything. I’m taking paternity leave early. See you in three months.”
“If you’re serious, I can put it in the system now,” Willow says, holding up the notepad. “I mean, when the power comes back.”
“I don’t even know anymore,” Claudio mumbles.
“Shower?” Yuta says hopefully. “I’m covered in so much - everything.” He picks a leaf out of his hair.
“You’re going to medical first,” Bryan says, wrapping an arm around Yuta’s waist. He hopes people thinks his cheeks are red due to exertion. “Kris is still down there, unless she snuck past me.”
Willow nods. “She was checking on the medical systems. She hasn’t been back, but she also hasn’t yelled in panic, so I think we’re good.”
“I guess it goes without saying that Rexha’s feeding containment chamber is damaged,” Yuta says, craning his neck to speak to Mox. “She’ll be fine, but we’re going to have to use the sky drop method from now on.”
“Works for me,” Mox says, adjusting his arms so they’re wrapped around the darker haired twink. “Never liked that containment chamber.”
“Who’s that, by the way?” Yuta asks. “I mean, you’re allowed to have boyfriends or friends or whatever here? Tony told me Danny and his boyfriend needed a whole new background check.”
The guy says, smiling. “Well, I’m a special case.”
“Sure. A special headcase,” Yuta says, frowning. Bryan laughs.
“I’m Matt Jackson,” the guy says, looking a little confused. “Wow, you guys really don’t watch anything, do you.”
“Rexha likes documentaries,” Yuta offers, but then Mox is outwardly laughing at him and Bryan’s got his hands on his shoulders, and he’s shuffled off to medical. “She does!” Yuta yells, but Bryan’s grip is iron. He steps downward and yelps.
“Are you alright?” Bryan asks, concern visible even in the miserable lighting.
“Ankle,” Yuta mutters.
“Oh,” Bryan says, stern. “Well, then.” He grabs Yuta and throws him over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” Yuta asks, trying not to giggle. “I can walk.”
“You can, but you shouldn’t,” Bryan says. “Kris? You in here?”
“Oh, hey!” Kris says as Bryan shoves Yuta onto a gurney. “You’re alive!”
“I am,” Yuta says. “Barely.”
“And not bleeding out,” Kris says, and it’s impressed if he’s ever seen it from her. “What’d she do to you?”
“Not much to me, exactly,” Yuta says. “But, uh. The feeding enclosure. That’s busted.”
“Good,” Kris says, grinning. “Now you have one less place to hide from me.”
“That sounds so creepy,” but he lets Kris do the exam. She’s thorough and careful, clinical as she barks notes for Bryan to scribble down on a notepad. He misses the other medical staff – they’d once been best friends. But Kris and Willow have the place pretty down pat as things have changed and shifted, what with Kris’ experience and Willow’s ability to delegate.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Yuta asks, sitting up straight. “I know what that is.”
Bryan looks at him, eyes honest as they peer out through the hair falling around his eyes. “You don’t have to,” he says, preparing the vial. He puts it into a syringe, but doesn’t step again toward Yuta. “I just want it ready as an option.”
“It’s been working on my knee pain,” Kris says. “Basic analgesic with no liver, kidney, or stomach impact so far.” She brightens. “It’s like a faster acting, longer lasting ibuprofen. Fantastic on stopping cramps.”
Yuta presses his lips together.
“You don’t have to,” Bryan says again. “But I’ve been using it to combat my neck issues.” He smiles, and Yuta wants to fall into it. He settles for leaning up and yanking Bryan into a kiss. At the very least, he can taste the smile. “Is that a yes?” Bryan asks.
“This is gross,” Kris says. “Willow and I don’t kiss like that in front of other people. You guys should be more normal.”
“Shut up,” Yuta says, flipping Kris off. He doesn’t take his eyes off of Bryan before he nods. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll try it.” He gulps, looking down at his twisted ankle. “Do you like, inject it?” He looks around, expecting a needle. “Needles suck.”
Bryan looks at him, befuddled. “This is a syringe,” he says, slowly.
“Yes?” Yuta says. “Do you inject me with the syringe?”
Bryan flicks the tip. “It’s plastic, Yuta. You’re fine. Goes in your mouth.”
Kris snorts. “Sorry,” she says, before Bryan or Yuta can say anything. “Sorry. Don’t kill me. I’ll leave.” She nods to Yuta. “You made it out of there with a sprained ankle and some scratches. You need a shower, first, but then I’m prescribing rest, an elevated ankle, and low impact for the next 4-6 weeks.”
Yuta nods.
“Go shower and then I’ll show you how to wrap it,” Kris says. “Unless…” She trails off, giving Bryan a look.
“You go upstairs,” Bryan says. “I can wrap his ankle for him. Show him how to do it.” His gaze gets more intense. “I have the training to do stitches or basic wound care, if anything pops up.”
Kris’ smile is knowing. “I’ll leave you to it.”
Yuta’s heart is racing, alone with Bryan, and it has nothing to do with the pain. “So, the medicine?”
“Right,” Bryan says. He rests the syringe in Yuta’s hand. “Just, sort of.” He holds up his hand and mimics pushing the plunger into his mouth.
“Is that a blowjob joke?” Yuta asks, picking up the syringe and resting it on his lower lip. “That felt like a blowjob joke.”
“It’s instructions,” Bryan says. “Just plunge it. It might be the cherry flavor. Otherwise it’ll be a bit bitter but fine.”
Yuta locks eyes with Bryan. “If this kills me, I’ll come back to life and take you down myself.”
Bryan rests a hand on Yuta’s thigh. “Duly noted.”
Yuta takes the medication, which indeed has a cherry taste.
“When’s it kick in?”
“Fifteen to thirty minutes,” Bryan says. “No longer than an hour.”
Yuta nods. “So I have some time to wait before it kicks in,” he says quietly, “What if, um. What if I needed help showering?”
“What if,” muses Bryan. “I suppose you might need some assistance. Balancing and all that.”
“I thought so, too.” Yuta swallows. “May-maybe you could come with me.”
Bryan looks at him. “Are you sure? You just almost died.”
“Yeah, and all I want after that is to get you naked.” Yuta smiles at him. “If you want to, I mean.”
Bryan’s eyes twinkle. “Yeah?”
Yuta nods. “Yeah.”
They walk to the bathroom and Yuta only kicks off his shoes before stepping into the water stream.
He turns to see Bryan, halfway through pulling his shirt off.
“What?” Yuta asks, spinning to get the worst of the gunk off of himself. “I’m showering.”
“In your clothes?”
“Yeah. Get rid of as much as we can here. Saves the washing machine.”
Bryan smiles as he finishes undressing. Yuta decides that staring is probably allowed, but he’s too distracted by how the water is finally getting warm.
“Here,” Bryan says, sliding open the glass door, “I can help you.”
“Help me?” Yuta asks.
“You’ll be sore,” Bryan says. “And it’ll be hard to undress on one leg.”
Yuta nods. “That’s a good point.”
Bryan’s fingers are gentler than Yuta’s ever felt them as he carefully unzips the jacket and pushes it off of Yuta’s shoulders. Yuta can’t do anything but watch him.
“I’m going to pull off your shirt now,” Bryan says, fingertips grazing the hem of Yuta’s shirt.
Yuta nods and lifts his arms. There’s achiness, but no stinging pain as the water rains down.
“Gonna check your back,” Bryan murmurs. “I want to make sure there’s nothing we could miss.”
Yuta’s heart races faster as he feels Bryan’s hands on his back. It’s so careful, so tender. Yuta’s body is on fire. “I should probably take off my pants, too,” he says, over his shoulder. “Check my legs.”
Bryan nods. “Hold on, first.” He turns Yuta, examining his face. He runs his thumbs along Yuta’s cheekbones. “Nope. No more dirt on your face.”
“Yeah?” Yuta breathes.
Bryan pulls him in to kiss him again. At first, Yuta doesn’t know where to put his hands, but he settles them on Bryan’s hips, dying to touch him more.
“Pants off,” Bryan says. “I’ll help you.”
Bryan lets Yuta lean on his shoulder as he kicks his pants off. He expects Bryan to go in for the kill, but instead he gets a washcloth.
“You need to tend everything,” Bryan says. “Clean every place, just to be sure.”
“You can’t wash a sprained ankle.”
Bryan huffs. “Just let me take care of you.” Yuta stops complaining at the sensations, at how good it feels. He feels embarrassed, briefly, that Bryan will inevitably see his hard cock, know he’s getting off on it. But Bryan clearly notices and blushes. His gaze turns up to Yuta as he continues with the washcloth, diligent.
It’s like a slap, and Yuta realizes this is how Bryan has always been with him. From spotting him while lifting, to running with him to set a brutal pace that Yuta kept up with, to encouraging him to add more and more weight while doing pullups. He’s been taking care of Yuta. He’s been taking care of Yuta this whole time.
Bryan’s in the middle of wiping down Yuta’s stomach with the sudsy cloth when Yuta blurts out, “I think you love me.”
Bryan’s hands still, and Yuta regrets the day he was born with a mouth. “What?”
Yuta shrugs, wobbling only slightly. “You’ve always – you love me,” Yuta says. “You don’t hate me.”
“How many – no, I don’t hate you!” Bryan says. “Why would I spend all my free time in the gym with you or letting you hang out in the lab – god, you’re fucking stupid.” He yanks Yuta in for a searing kiss. “Of course I love you,” he murmurs against Yuta’s lips. “I’ve always loved you. Since the day I met you.”
“You never said anything,” Yuta complains. “You never told me.”
“I didn’t know I was allowed to,” Bryan says, tone aching. “I didn’t know I – that you...”
“I do,” Yuta says. He reaches up to brush hair off of Bryan’s damp face, to make sure Bryan can see all of him when he says, “I love you.”
“God damn it.” Bryan drops down to his knees and looks up at Yuta from the ground. “Hold on to the ledge. I’m gonna suck your dick.”
Yuta whimpers. “Okay. I think – I think I might –” Yuta doesn’t even know what he’s saying. “Just, yes.”
Bryan leans in and starts at the head, gentle licks hesitant. His eyes flicker up to Yuta from time to time. Yuta keeps his gaze locked on Bryan’s blue eyes. He’s determined to keep this moment in his memory for his entire lifetime.
But, as Bryan’s mouth sinks further down on him, he remembers who he is at his core.
“So does this make you a meat eating vegan?” Yuta muses.
Bryan glares at him as he pulls off of Yuta’s cock. “Really?” he asks. “I’ve got my mouth on your dick, and that’s your response?”
“Sorry,” Yuta says, not feeling it at all. “Sorry, please go back to sucking me off.”
“No romance,” Bryan mutters, but he leans in and Yuta’s head spins.
He wants to have a more responsive demeanor, wants Bryan to feel how into it he is. But he’s achy and tired and his ankle is fucked up, so he sticks with words.
“God, that’s good,” he gasps. “Like, really good. Just – like that.” He spins into the sensations. It’s rare, he thinks, that you can have your best day and worst day happen at the same time. He hadn’t realized how much he wanted Bryan until now, when it’s clear Bryan wants him back, when Bryan’s got his mouth on his cock, when Bryan’s hand is making up the difference where his lips can’t go.
“Bryan,” Yuta chokes. “Bryan, can – I want to – .”
Bryan’s gaze flickers up to Yuta and the laughter there is the end of it all. Yuta moans Bryan’s name as he comes, into his mouth. He can feel Bryan swallow around him. And he wonders, maybe, is this is his reward for surviving the rest of the day.
He doesn’t realize he’s slipping down the wall until Bryan’s got him around the waist.
“Whoa, there,” he says, voice wrecked. “Stand up, baby.”
Yuta’s whole self sings with the nickname. “Only got one ankle,” he says, grinning.
“Impossible,” Bryan says. “You’re impossible.” This time Yuta can hear the fondness on the other end of it. He kisses Yuta, tongue and all, and it’s too much exactly in the way Yuta likes it.
“Bryan,” he says, pulling back, “I’m gonna get you off.”
“You don’t –”
“If you say I don’t have to when I clearly want to,” Yuta says, hopping over to the little seat built in to the corner of the shower, “I will kick you.”
Bryan shuffles in front of Yuta as he sits.
“I can make this work,” Yuta says, and he dives in.
It may be the most comfortable blow job of his life, despite the crick in his neck. He doesn’t hesitate, just goes for it, intent on tasting and feeling and maybe not breathing.
“Holy – Yuta,” Bryan says reverently. His hands go to Yuta’s hair, not pulling but present. “Jesus. I didn’t expect…” He trails off.
Yuta doesn’t respond, just keeps up. He knows, from multiple sources, he has a bit of a skill in this area. Getting his partner to lose the ability to speak is the end goal, he thinks.
“Jesus,” Bryan repeats. “Oh, my god.”
Yuta lets the praises wash over him like the water. He’s been dreaming of this opportunity for years, since he got to Jurassic Sanctuary. Bryan, sweaty after runs. Bryan, critiquing his pullup routine. Bryan, creating a meal plan for them. Bryan, Bryan, Bryan.
“You keep moaning like that, this isn’t gonna last,” Bryan laughs. “Well, either way, it won’t. But you’re, uh. God.”
Yuta pulls off, hand on Bryan’s dick. “It doesn’t have to last.” He grins up at Bryan. “We can do this whenever we want.”
He dives back onto Bryan’s dick with a fervor, and Bryan curses again, hand tightening in Yuta’s hair. Bryan gets louder, shouting Yuta’s name and various other things that feel like praise.
“About to come,” Bryan warns. “I’m –”
Yuta doesn’t let him answer, just swallows Bryan down as he comes with Yuta’s name on his lips. He pulls off gently, when he’s sure Bryan’s done.
Bryan drops to his knees in front of Yuta again. “I can’t believe you want me,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead against Yuta’s.
“I can’t believe you didn’t know I’ve wanted you for ages,” Yuta replies. He tilts to kiss Bryan, only breaking it to yawn.
“We should get you dressed and warm,” Bryan says.
“I’m not actually tired,” Yuta mumbles through another yawn. “That’s just the adrenaline wearing off.”
“Either way, you should lay down.”
“I don’t want to!” Yuta fusses, but he stands up when Bryan turns off the water and accepts a towel from him. “I need to know what’s happening in here. I need to know if they learn more about the dinosaurs or something. Or the power!”
Bryan huffs, running a towel through his hair. “Fine. You’ll lay down on the couch in the lobby.”
“Deal,” Yuta says. He grins as Bryan stares at him drying off. “What?”
“Just thinking about all the things I can do to you when that ankle heals up.”
Yuta feels himself blush. “I’ll hold you to that one.”
“I hope,” Bryan says, handing Yuta some of the extra Jurassic Sanctuary branded clothes they keep in medical, “you do.”
“Wait!” Yuta says, suddenly flooded with panic. “Where are my pants?”
“Are you freaking out?” Bryan asks, frozen in place.
“God, no,” Yuta says. “Not at all, about you. I found Willow’s diamond earring. It was the only thing that let me get in through the lockdown doors.” He sits down as Bryan hands him the pants and he fishes in the pockets. He can’t help the fear that he accidentally washed the earring down the drain in his horny daze. But no – his fingers skitter across something hard and cold and he pulls it out, cradling it in his fingers. “There it is,” he breathes. He holds it up, showing it to Bryan. “See?”
“You’re fucking incredible.” And Bryan leans in to kiss him again.
~
Chapter 3: Mini Playlist
Out Alive – Kesha
Run, Don’t Walk – Hey Monday
St. Patrick - PVRIS
Look After You – The Fray
#Look at me writing a chapter where Bryan is heavily involved#wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes#JPAU#Jurassic Park AU
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Church Encounters: Chapter 8 (part 1)
-- This fic is written in collaboration with @Igg5989 who is also posting this on her tumblr and her AO3 :) go give her some love!
Lads this chapter has made me in a Christmassy mood so don't mind me I'm off listening to Frank Sinatra Christmas albums and watching Love, Actually again! Enjoy!
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Taglist: @acarboni21 @unsurebuttrying @dempy @peaches-1998 @bbooks-and-teas --
“We have missed you so much!” Isabella Seresin said, practically jumping at your throat five minutes after Jake parked the truck and set about unloading bags, “My children,” she added, “Are making me go crazy.”
“Come osi, madre, noi siamo angeli,” Maria smirks, leaning against one of the porch pillars.
“Angeli! Angeli!” She exclaimed, “Non fai altro che litigare,” she said to her daughter, then she turns to you, “They only argue. I will go crazy if they keep arguing.”
“I don’t know how you think she’ll help that,” John said as he stepped out of the house and onto the porch.
“I do not think she will help, but it will be nice to speak with someone who doesn’t argue about everything,” Isabella replied, a satisfied look on her face.
“I don’t argue,” John replies.
“Yes you do, you’re doing it right now,” Maria said, stoking the fight.
“Ascolta qui, piccola merda --” John started.
“Non ti permetterò di usare quelle parole a casa mia, Giovanni Junior!” Isabella bellowed, pointing an accusatory finger at her son, “I am going crazy,” she mumbled to no one in particular.
“You are. Hai dimenticato che esisto,” Jake jokes, but there’s a hint of truth in what he said, in her haste to commiserate with you, she had all but forgotten that her youngest son had come too.
Isabella threw her hands in the air at the sound of his voice, and rushed to her son, “Povero bambino! Non ho dimenticato, vieni qui così la mamma può baciarti,” she forcefully grabs his face and peppers his cheeks in loud, purposefully exaggerated kisses that leave red lipstick marks all over his face. His sibling erupted into laughter and loud mocking repeats at the word, “Bambino,” and the laughter didn’t ease up when he resurfaced from his mother’s embrace looking dishevelled.
“Does our little Bambino need help with the bags?” Tony mocked and Jake threw a duffel bag at him. He would never live it down.
“Come on, Y/n, leave Bambino and come with us, Nonna and Papa are having coffee in the kitchen. We will say hello, he will catch up with us,” Isabella said before grabbing you by the hand and pulling you into the house after her.
Jake stared at his mother, and offended expression etched all over his face, “Grazie mille, Mamma, glad to know I am no longer the favourite,” he huffed
“You never were Bambino. I was,” Maria smirked.
Jake scoffed, “Not in a million years, you were far too much trouble.”
She pushed herself away from the pillar,“Oh yeah? che ha ricevuto un pony per il suo decimo compleanno?” she snapped, clearly offended that her place as favourite Seresin child might have been challenged.
“Alleviamo cavalli, stupido. Ho una macchina per il mio sedicesimo --” Jake retorted.
“ENOUGH! Enough! No more arguing or I swear to the Lord above, I will take out the argument jar again,” Isabella said, shaking her head in disgust. The mention of the argument jar quietened her children for about a second as each considered their next step and the gravity of the threat.
Maria seemed unable to hold it in, “Jake started it!” she exclaimed.
“Maria provoked me!” He shouted back, pointing at her with an open hand. He seemed to be silently pleading with his mother, whose head was going back and forth between her children as though she was spectating a tennis match.
Isabella seemed to be leaning on Jake’s side. He gave her his best puppy eyes and you saw she was about to end the argument in his favour but Maria would not let him win this easily, “He called me stupid!” she all but screamed.
“THAT’S IT, IT IS COMING OUT,” Isabella screams, you flinched at the noise. She moved her hand to rest on your arm as a silent, “Sorry”. You thought she might drag you inside then as everyone seemed to have calmed down but she didn’t move.
Giovanni coughed, “Ben giocato, idioti” you heard him mumble. It was low enough that if you had been standing further away you might have missed it, but you didn’t, and Isabella didn’t either.
“Giovanni, se sento ancora una parolaccia in casa mia…,” She threatened.
“Jake called her stupid not even a minute ago, but when I do it Mamma --” John tried to argue back, but before he could finish Isabella interrupted.
“I am upping the price of the argument jar, five dollars per offence” she spat out.
“FIVE DOLLARS?!” Jake, Maria and John exclaimed in horror.
Isabella said nothing but held out a hand. All three of the offending children took out their wallets and placed a crisp five dollar bill in her palm. It is only then that she turned around and pulled you inside the house.
She smiled a mischievous little smile, “By the end of the week, I will be rich,” she said, leaning against you conspiratorially.
You laughed a little, “What do you do with all the money?”
“I take the best behaved child and we have a fun day out. I have no doubt this year it will be you. Or maybe Alessandra’s baby if it ever decides to grace us with its presence…” Isabella said as she made her way through the house, linking her arm in yours.
You walked into the living room to find Alessandra looking miserable, “We have tried everything and still she doesn’t want to come out.”
“She’s comfortable,” You offered up as a consolation prize.
Alessandra grimaced, “She can be comfortable somewhere else. She is heavy and I am enormous, I cannot even get out of the couch to say hello to you and Jacob.”
She motioned for you to come closer, you leaned in to hug her and she practically squeezed the breath out of you.
“Isabella is right, they have been driving us up the wall with the bickering,” Alessa said as you helped her up, “Gio is the worst, I don’t think he even knows he is doing it,” She leaned close to your ear, “I think he is scared about the baby.”
You looked at her confused, “It’s not his first one though.”
“Oh you will see when you are pregnant. First, second, third or fourth, it makes no difference for them, they freak out just the same,” Isabella interjected.
“Gio has fainted at every single one of my births,” Alessa confirmed.
“And Tony almost missed mine,” Sofia said, walking into the room. All three of you look at her with a horrified expression, “He said it was an accident, but I don’t believe it. I think he’s a coward. I told him if he ever did it again, I would divorce him.”
“And you should! Che disgrazia,” She told her second son when he walked in the front door, carrying the duffel bag Jake had so unceremoniously flung at him.
He stopped and looked at his mother, then at his wife. He shot Sofia a scalding glare, “I had car trouble!” He exclaimed
“Giovanni, get the jar,” Isabella spoke towards the kitchen door.
“Already did it, it’s in the kitchen,” Her husband’s voice answered.
Isabella seemed pleased. She led you to the kitchen where Giovanni Senior and Nonna were sitting around the kitchen table. On the table was the largest jar you had ever seen, roughly the size of a four-year old child and as wide as a fully grown cat. The thing looked more like a glass chest than anything else, but the neat letters on the front proudly announced “Argument Jar, Price: 1$.”
Isabella let go of you to root through a drawer. A minute later, she came back with a sharpie and adjusted the price. She then dropped the 15$ she had already taken off of her children into the glass behemoth.
Gio and Jake walked into the kitchen a minute later looking crabby. Both boys took out their wallets and silently dropped a five dollar note before leaving again.
Nonna took a sip of her coffee, a strange expression on her face, “Isabella, hai dimenticato di insegnargli le buone maniere?” she asked Jake’s mother. Jake stopped by the threshold of the door for a moment before turning around.
“Sorry, Nonna,” Jake grumbled, kissing her on the cheek, “Sorry Pappa” he added, quickly patting his father on the shoulder and leaving again, taking the time to kiss the top of your head. Nonna huffed.
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You awoke during the night to the sounds of a raging storm and the feeling of tiny little hands touching your face. You opened your eyes to see Catalina in a sleep shirt she must have borrowed from her cousin, as the hem touched the floor by her feet. Her curly blonde hair was adorably dishevelled and she flinched whenever thunder roared.
“I’m scared,” She stated, “Can I sleep with you?”
You were about to ask if she shouldn’t ask her parents to sleep with her, but lightning cracked and she practically dived into your covers, curling up underneath you so neatly that no part of her showed through the duvet.
“It’s just a storm, sweetheart” you tried to reassure her.
In all honesty, you had always been afraid of storms. They scared you ever since the day Annie had told you lightning sometimes landed on humans and proceeded to show you pictures of survivors. You weren’t afraid of death, in a line of work like yours, you had to be pretty comfortable with it, but goodness gracious were you afraid of the purple bruises and muscles pulled straight from the bone.
“I don’t like it, it’s loud,” she said, drowned out by another roar of thunder.
“Try to think of something pleasant,” you said, talking more to yourself than to the toddler, “Like raindrops on roses and whiskers on kitten, bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens, brown paper packages tied up with strings,” you had gone into the song almost by accident. The Sound of Music had always been your favourite movie, Annie used to put it on whenever you got scared since the day she turned eight and was shown how to use a vhs player.
A knock rang through the door and Agostino appeared, looking scared out of his mind. He joined the both of you on the bed and curled up too, making sure to stay over the covers.
“We can’t all be on the bed,” you said as soon as Luca appeared three minutes later. Rounding up the younger ones you walked downstairs, the oldest holding onto your nightgown with a death grip.
You dropped them all onto the sofa and tucked them into a red chequered blanket before closing all the curtains and kneeling down to look for something to watch. You almost wanted to play The Sound of Music, but the singing would have woken everyone up, so instead you picked something more appropriate for three in the morning. A box with Christmas movies had been laid out and How The Grinch Stole Christmas was on top, since it was also a favourite of yours, you put it on.
As the film started, you left for the kitchen. You opened up cupboards to find what you were looking for, you searched through everything twice before noticing the small box of hot chocolate mix at the back of the first cabinet you had looked in. You set a pan up on the cooker and heated up the milk before whisking the cocoa powder in. Once the hot chocolates were ready and cooled to an appropriate temperature for children, you handed each little pair of terrified hands a mug.
They all sipped happily for twenty minutes, the storm all but forgotten when a particularly bad crack resonated through the house. You all looked at each other, then left your corner of the sofa to huddle with the children. Hurried footsteps came down the stairs.
“Are you scared of the storm too, Uncle Jake?” Luca asked, looking over the edge of the sofa to see Jake, sleepy and scared, trying to act natural.
“No,” Jake lied, “I was worried when I didn’t see you in your beds.”
“We’re watching the grinch,” you stated.
“Which one?,” Jake asked, “Don’t tell me it’s the new one?”
You looked at him, offended, “I’m not a heathen Jake, it's the live one with Jim Carrey,” at that moment thunder roared and he jumped over the sofa to sit next to you in as much time as it took you to blink, “Is that cocoa?” he asked, looking at your cup.
“There’s some in the kitchen,” You answered. Jake made a move to stand again but the storm loudly announced itself again and Jake sat right back down, grabbing you and holding you close.
“I don’t need it that bad,” he almost whimpered. You laughed, shoving your fear aside, you extricated yourself from his hug and left to make him a cup. By the time you were back, Gio had joined too.
“I’m not scared. I’m just keeping an eye on you two,” He said, trying to look menacing but the quiver in his voice gave him away.
By the time the credits rolled, the storm had calmed down and everyone had fallen asleep where they sat. You were the last one awake but losing your battle fast, there was just something about Isabella’s sofas, why did they have to be so comfortable?
When you woke up again, you found that Catalina had curled up on your knees like a cat. Gio was up already, he had cleaned up the kitchen and made you and Jake a cup of coffee before gently shaking you awake. He had had no success in waking Jake up so far. You lifted the sleeping girl off of your legs and moved from under Jake to help John prepare breakfast.
“Do you know how to crack an egg without leaving shell in the bowl?” He asked, having gotten out all the necessary ingredients to make pancakes.
Putting on your best air of innocence, you asked, “Is the inability to crack an egg genetic?”
“Are you arguing with me?” John asked, trying to hide an amused smile.
“No sir, I don’t argue.” you replied.
“Oooh I need to be careful with you,” He said, looking you up and down, “You’re a sly little --”
“Watch what you’re saying to my girlfriend,” Jake grumbled from the doorframe. He looked strangely attractive with his groggy voice, morning stubble and untidy hair.
“I’m not saying anything bad, I’m just --” John tried to defend himself.
“I heard you, you were about to --” Jake started, his voice sounding heated.
“Boys, you’re arguing again,” You interrupted. You pointed at the jar, taking care to catch John’s vindicated glare, “What?” you asked in your sweetest voice.
You were in it to win whatever the prize Isabella was putting up was, even if it meant pitting the rest of them up against each other. You were a youngest sister, causing chaos in a perfectly peaceful family situation was what you did best and you barely felt bad that Jake had to be caught in the middle.
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Seresin family traditions dictated that the lot of you needed to head to the Christmas market in town and get a Christmas tree for the house. At home, in Indiana, you were used to going to the Christmas tree farm and cutting your own tree down. You hadn’t had a christmas tree in a few years, the holidays never felt the same when you were away from family, and yours didn’t get together all that often.
As you climbed into Jake’s truck after loading the kids in, they all wanted to ride with you, Jake pulled out of the ranch’s driveway. You turned the radio up, the local Christmas station was on and it was one of your favourites, Jingle Bell Rock. Uncaring of the occupants in the truck, you started to sing, “Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock. Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time. Dancin' and prancin' in Jingle Bell Square, in the frosty air!”
Jake joined in on the next verse, “What a bright time, it's the right time. to rock the night away! Jingle bell time is a swell time, to go glidin' in a one-horse sleigh!”
The kids, not knowing the song too well just chattered along in the back, giggling at your singing. The whole way to the market was the same, the kids joining in the singing for Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer, and You’re A Mean One, Mr. Grinch.
When you arrived at the market, you found yourself disappointed. Despite the general Christmassiness of the atmosphere, something was heavily hampering your enjoyment of the Christmas fair. You thought for a few minutes about what it could be when you decided that it was the temperature.
Indiana was known for cold winters so you were used to biting cold, mittens, woollen hats and scarves and maybe some snow. Here in Texas, you could probably have walked around without a coat if you had been brave enough. Jake was brave enough. He sauntered around the market in jeans and a hoodie, holding only a to-go cup full of coffee to keep himself warm.
“Christmas day has a dress code, by the way. I think I forgot to tell you,” he said, “Christmas jumpers only. Well, not only, like, you’re allowed trousers and like stuff underneath but you know what I mean,” he over-explained. You stayed quiet, “I thought it might be cute if we got matching ones.”
“You are full of surprises Seresin,” you said, smiling up at him.
He tilted his head to look down at you, “Good ones I hope?”
“When we first met I really didn’t think you’d be like that,” You said, he seemed to flinch a little at your words, “That’s not what I mean, Gorgeous, I mean I wouldn’t have thought you’d be the matchy matchy Christmas jumper type.”
He hummed into his coffee cup, “You’re lucky you escaped the Halloween party, because I am also a matching costume person. And a his and hers coffee cups person,” He laughed, “I just like doing stuff with my girl.”
“It’s very cute, I like soft Jake,” You said, giving him a soft poke in the side.
“I won’t tell hard Jake,” He said, then seemingly catching the double entendre, “Nope, sorry I didn’t realise -- that’s not what I meant to say”
“You’re a goof,” you said, laughing at his unintentional dirty joke.
Brushing off your words with a shy smile and a blush, he said, “How about I win you a teddy,”
Looking at him confused, you asked, “I thought we were going to get matching jumpers?”
Jake shook his head, a mischievous look on his face, “Nope, I have them already.”
Giving him an overexaggerated look of fear, you said, “See, now I’m scared…”
He feigned offence, pressing one hand to his chest before firing back, “I thought you trusted me?”
“Win me a damn teddy bear,” you laughed. Jake stopped by a stand. After giving the man the fare, he picked up one of the revolvers lining the bench and pointed it at the wooden cowboys running around at the back of the stall. Jake managed to get them all down in one shot. He held the gun close to his face and blew the imaginary smoke out of the barrel while throwing you a wink.
“Which one will it be?” The stand’s owner asked. He was a pleasant looking man, smaller than both of you and with a moustache Rooster could only dream about adorning his very round face.
“The elf one please” You answered, pointing towards a large light brown bear that had an elf hat on, they had unceremoniously hung him from the ceiling. You felt bad for the guy, seeing him sway like that in the wind made you feel a little queasy.
“What are you going to call it?” Jake asked as he handed you the large bear.
“I’m going to call it…” You hesitated, your mind suddenly going blank. You had never been great under pressure and Jake was now seeing the extent of it, “Errr -- I’m going to call it -- Benjamin?”
“Benjamin?” Jake laughed, “Wow -- Actually -- Actually I like it. Benny the bear.”
“There you go! Benny the bear!” you said, glad that your floundering wasn’t overly noticeable.
“I am never letting you name our children, I hope you know that,” Jake said with a laugh, his voice teasing.
“Oh no, please don’t. I couldn’t handle it, I might go the Adams Family route and call it Pubert,” you laughed out.
Jake snorted hard enough that the air coming from his nose pushed the coffee out of his cup and it landed all over his grey University of Texas at Austing jumper, “Look at what you’ve made me do,” he complained, “Now I need a new drink,” he whined.
“We could get hot chocolates?” you offered, taking his hand in your own, the other holding your newly baptised Benjamin.
“With marshmallows?” Jake asked, fishing a paper tissue out of the pocket of his jeans and dabbing the coffee stains on his jumper. The drops on the decal went without a fight but whatever landed on the fabric would need to be washed out by hand.
“Obviously,” You replied. Whoever had Christmas Fair hot chocolates and didn’t pay the extra charge for marshmallows? The grinch, most likely.
With that settled, you walked to the drinks stand where you ordered. Jake had just gotten his card out of his wallet when someone tapped his shoulder and one of the new recruits he had been showing off in front of at the bar the night of your argument embraced him in a hug. He reciprocated in a way that showed he would much rather have been doing anything else, but hugged the man right next to him in a much warmer fashion. You used Jake’s distraction to tap your card against the machine and paid for both of your drinks.
Once he noticed what you had done, he frowned but still gratefully accepted the cocoa you were handing him.
“Friends?” You asked, briefly looking back at the two men he had been talking to.
“Friend. The other guy is his brother. He’s been sticking to me like toilet paper to a shoe… I just can’t get rid of him. He texted me to ask to hang out a few times… Seems like my usual method of being unfriendly and never texting back isn’t working on him,” he smiles a little guiltily.
“I need some food in me, what do you fancy?” He asked, looking around at a cluster of food vans.
You let out a sigh, “Don’t know…None of them feel Christmassy enough…”
“No? What do you mean? Chicken Chow Mein not screaming ‘Birth of Jesus’ to you?” Jake asked, laughing a little.
“Maria told me something,” you look at him, “She said you bullied them into changing a forty-year old tradition…”
Jake looked at the floor, “Don’t know what you mean,” he lied, his voice getting quiet.
You sighed before continuing, “Apparently you made them change the children’s Christmas reading from Italian to English”
“Maria needs to learn how to shut up,” Jake said, scuffing his foot against the dusty pavement.
“Jake, you don’t need to bully your family into including me,” you told him a little sternly, “But… I think it’s very adorable” you added.
“How about having some Christmas sauerkraut,” Jake changed the subject.
“Hard pass,” you replied, almost immediately, letting out a laugh, “You don’t even like sauerkraut.”
“Err… Christmas con carne?” He suggested, reading a sign for one of the trucks.
“Hot dogs?” you replied, “Wow, these are just getting worse… Christmas con carne sounds good.”
“Christmas con carne it is!” He said, trying to sound enthusiastic.
He needn’t have been. Even though it tasted okay, the look of it left so much to be desired that you only managed to eat about half of it before Jake disposed of both your paper plates and got the two of you some, still warm, Hershey’s kiss cookies to tide you over til dinner time.
In the distance, you spotted the rest of the Seresin clan making their way over to the food truck spot. You turned around to tell Jake something but you find him already looking at you with such a loving expression that it makes your stomach flutter. You leaned close to him, capturing his lips in a kiss and swirling your tongue against his bottom lip. You break the kiss a minute later.
Jake looked at you, a little dazed from the kiss, “What was that for?” He asked.
“You had chocolate around your mouth,” you explained, practically able to feel Jake thinking about going in for a second cookie. Before he can though, someone else’s hand dipped into the paper bag.
“It’s the ‘I have an amazing big brother’ tax,” Gio said, winking at you and breaking his cookie in half to share with his wife.
“We have the tree, no thanks to your help. We’ll be going home now,” Alessa said, giving you both a pointed look before seeing the teddy, “What the f--” she started, “What in the world is that?”
Jake followed her eye line, “That’s Benjamin,” he stated, as though that answer required no further explanation.
Tony, Sofia and Catalina caught up a minute later. Jake tried to hide the bag of cookies, but his brother is too fast, “And who does Benjamin belong to?” Sofia asked.
“He’s our child. I’m going to need Tony’s car seat, you know, to buckle him in properly,” Jake said, his nose in the air with sass.
“You’re a rake, not even married and already with child, I hope your girlfriend had a safe delivery, at least,” Tony said.
“You guys have the strangest senses of humour, I swear,” Alessa sighed, catching your eye and showing you a small, amused smile.
All three boys looked at her and smiled, “At least we’re funny Alessandra,” Jake replied.
“Absolutely not,” she scoffed, she opened her mouth to add something but Jake cut her off.
You know he’ll dig the knife of his comment deeper than necessary but you don’t stop him, “You’re just sour and mean and you never laugh --”
“IS THAT AN ARGUMENT?” Isabella shouts, her voice carrying loud and clear over the market goers, both Alessa and Jake flinch but John grumbled when his mother demanded payment, “Non voglio più un conto cointestato,” he told his wife, fishing his wallet out of his pocket and paying up.
As Isabella gathered up the money, you buckled Catalina into her carseat in the back of Jake’s truck. You were standing on the running board so that you could reach her buckles, when your foot slipped. You expected the pain of your shin hitting the side of the truck on your way down, but Jake caught you, “Careful there,” he said, his hands holding you steady against the truck as you clipped Catalina’s last buckle.
As you stepped down, turning in his arms, “Thank you,” you said quietly, his hands were warm against the slight chill nipping at your skin.
“Of course darlin’,” he said, giving you a quick peck before picking up Luca and setting him in his booster seat. Once everyone was loaded in and buckled up, Jake started the truck up and you were headed back to the ranch. The Christmas station was still on, but there weren’t any songs playing, only commercials. You hit the knob to turn the stereo off, instead turning to look in the back seat at your charges, only to find them all asleep.
You let out a small laugh, “I guess the market tired them out,” you said to Jake, turning back around to face forward.
He glanced in his rearview mirror, looking back at the sleeping kids, “I guess so,” he said quietly, his hand finding yours over the console, he gave you a cheshire smile before asking, “One day will you give me a truck full of sleepy kids?”
A blush burned across your cheeks at his words, “I’ll give you a truck full of kids as soon as you put a ring on this finger and make an honest woman out of me,” you said, an equally large grin on your own face.
With that the two of you drove the rest of the way back to the ranch in silence. When you got there, you took Catalina from the car, letting Jake carry the still sleeping boys in, and you placed them in their beds.
The rest of the family had gathered in the living room, everyone standing around the tree as Gio and Tony struggled with carrying it in. Tony, upon spotting Jake, said, “Hey muscles, get over here and help us,” adding under his breath,”the Lord knows you could carry this damn thing by yourself.”
Jake let out a laugh as he made his way over, “You jealous Tony?”
“I’m not jealous, just pointing out the facts here,” he said, getting a mischievous grin, “Are we sure all that muscle is real? I mean, I haven’t seen you work out once in the times you’ve been home.”
You saw Jake roll his eyes at Tony, “It’s all real, you can ask Y/N,” he said, not thinking about the meaning of his words.
Everyone in the house turned to look at him, “I mean, not in that way no, I just meant, she is a pilot too, we go to the same gym.”
Isabella just held the jar out to him, “For the sake of your girlfriend, you owe me ten dollars for that comment Bambino.”
The whole house broke out in laughter as Jake’s face flushed red, he pulled out his wallet and threw a ten into the jar before picking up the back half of the tree and helped his brothers carry it to the living room.
The tree was decorated before the little ones woke up, little fingers and glass ornaments were not a good mix. At the end of the night, you were surprised when Isabella came into the living room holding a large stack of boxes.
“The moment you have all been waiting for,” she announced to the room, handing the boxes out to the labelled person. Everyone waited to tear into the boxes at the same time. Jake gave you a nudge so that you would open yours as well.
Tearing into the paper, you gently took the top off the box, inside wrapped in tissue paper, was the most beautiful nightgown you had ever seen. It was a deep burgundy with lace trim across the neckline, delicate spaghetti straps were attached to the dress. As you pulled it out of the box, you noticed a grey bathrobe, just as soft as the night gown. Looking up, you realised that all of the women had the same gown and robe. Glancing over at Jake’s box, you saw that he had a grey t-shirt and soft cotton pants that matched the colour of your gown.
He looked at you with love in his eyes, “She always gets us matching pyjamas,” he said, “Do you like it?”
“I love mine, I’ll have to wear it year round,” you said with a smile.
Once the paper was cleaned up, and the children were put to sleep, you all helped Isabella spread the children’s gifts out under the tree. You were one of the first to go up to bed, wanting to try and get to sleep early so that you would be ready to get up for mass in the morning.
As you came out of Maria’s ensuite, pulling the blankets back on your bed, you heard Jake’s voice from the doorway, “Aren’t you a vision?” he asked.
Turning around, you found him dressed in his pyjamas too, the t-shirt straining around his biceps.
“Hey there sailor,” you said, wrapping the bathrobe tighter around yourself.
Jake made his way into the room, pointedly leaving the door open, he pulled you into his arms, giving you a hug. Into your hair he whispered, “Hey there beautiful.”
You pulled away from his embrace slightly to stand on your tip-toes and give him a kiss. He deepened it a little, pulling you back to him. You slowed him down, giving him a few quick pecks before pushing him away, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he said, making his way back to the door, a whispered, “Sweet dreams,” thrown over his shoulder as he left.
You kneeled down next to the bed, bowing your head in prayer. You thanked God for sending his son down to live amongst us, for all the blessings he had bestowed in your life, and for Jake, that the two of you would have a good Christmas celebration.
You climbed into bed, pulling the covers up to your chin after taking off your bathrobe. The night dress was a little different from what you were used to, but it was very comfortable. As you fell asleep, you thought of the kiss that you and Jake shared, you dreamed sweetly all night.
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You were sitting around the avengers compound when your mom comes in and you say hay mama and Natasha say’s come on time for training and then you say no wana and Natasha say’s ok I will carry you there and then one there you were practicing your powers and then Peter comes in and you mess up using your powers and the next thing you saw was a back ally and you and Peter walk around and you smack him straight on the face and then you walk by a karate studio and you hold your arm and you roll up your sleeves and say Peter there here my soulmates my mama and dada and then Peter say’s let’s go in and you walk in and some old guy says beginning classes are on Monday’s and then you say ha me a beginner at fighting I was raised by hydra and the red room so I know how to fight and then yelana and vision walk in and you say fine old man give me your best fighter here I can beat them blind folded and then you fight sensei kreese and then after the fight kreese says you are a excellent fighter I would like to have you join cobra kai and then you say depends on how long we are stuck here so yes and then kreese says where did you lean moves like that and you say like I said hydra and red room and Robby say those are made up there not real and you say and you all should fear me I am not from this universe am from the universe where the redroom and hydra do exist and then bucky walk’s in say’s take us back now and then you say fine but if we end up in twilight not my fault but my powers are not working the same here and then Robby say’s is that the winter soldier and you say yea he’s one of my dad’s I am y/n avenger they all had a big fight who would end up my parents so now all the avengers are and the Natasha grabs kreese and body slam’s him and say’s if you ever touch my child like that again you wouldn’t have a head and then Tory says wait if your the real avengers show us your powers and then you turn into a mini hulk and you turn back and then Peter climbs on the ceiling and crawls on it and then Tory say’s so it is true and then Robby and Tory look at you and they say y/n can we talk outside and then you walk out side and they say your our little one we could feel it and then you say when we leave your coming with us and they say ok little cobra and then you lean on Tory and say tank ou mama,dada and then tony fly’s down well seems you have found your soulmate’s and then after class you took them to your house and you run up stairs and Robby grabs you and picks you up and carry’s you up stairs and you whine and Tory says we don’t want you hurt and then they find your nursery and Tory say’s you want mama to change you and then later on Robby say’s oh no you can’t escape me the tickle monster and then later on Tory put you to bed and then a month later you went back with your mama and dada and your real parents and from then on you were no longer rude and Moody
#little!reader#babyspace#cobra kai#tory nichols#robby keene#robby x tory#natasha romanoff#winterwidow#bucky barnes#steve rogers#bruce banner#little reader#age regression reader#agere fic#peter parker#captain carter#pepper potts#tony stark#yelana belova#wanda maximoff#vision
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(037) Die drei ??? und der Super-Wal
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Das Verschwinden des fünfjährigen Teddy bringt einige Ungereimtheiten mit sich: Welches Geheimnis birgt eine Zimmerflucht des seit Jahren geschlossenen Hotels "Mermaid Inn", in dem der Geist einer berühmten Schauspielerin umgehen soll? Wer macht sich an zahlreichen Kunstgegenständen zu schaffen? Die drei ??? setzen alles daran, den kleinen Jungen wieder zu finden, und dem heimlichen Hehler sein Handwerk zu legen.
Veröffentlichungshistorie
Buch (Random House): 036, 1983, M. V. Carey, The Mystery of the Missing Mermaid
Buch (Kosmos): 036, 1985, Leonore Puschert (aus dem Amerikanischen übertragen)
Hörspiel (Europa): 037, 1985
⁉️ Allgemein
Handlungsort
Los Angeles
Kategorie
Diebstahl
Figuren
Justus Jonas
Peter Shaw
Bob Andrews
Mr. Conan (Conine)
Regina Stratton, Mutter von Teddy
Teddy Stratton, Sohn von Regina
Mr. Clark Burton, Galeriebetreiber und Besitzer des Mermaid Hotels (😈)
Mrs. Peabody, Nachbarin von Mr. Conan
Mooch Henderson, Hilfskellner
Mr. Anderson (keine Sprechrolle)
Mrs. Watkins (keine Sprechrolle)
Toni Gould, Cafébesitzer (keine Sprechrolle)
Margaret Gould, Cafébesitzerin (keine Sprechrolle)
Kommissar Reynolds
Fergus, Abfallsammler und armer Schlucker
🏖 Rocky Beach Universum
Orte
Venice, Stadtteil von Los Angeles
Speedway, Straße
Einrichtungen
Mermaid Inn, Hotel
Sonstiges
Clark Burton, Schauspieler
Francesca Fountain, Schauspielerin
🛼 Sonstiges
Lustige Dialoge
Justus: "Sieht nach einem Fall für die drei ??? aus."
Peter: "Oh, hoffentlich nicht, Justus. Wenn kleine Kinder verschwinden, liegt meistens eine Entführung vor und damit habe ich nicht so gerne zu tun."
Peter: "Was war das? Hat jemand geschossen?"
Justus: "Immer mit der Ruhe, Peter. Das war ein Feuerwerkskörper."
Justus: "Ja, ja natürlich! Verflixt! Wir müssen etwas tun. Etwas ins Wasser werfen. Deine Schuhe, Bob, wir müssen den Hai vertreiben!"
Bob: "Meine Schuhe? Warum denn nicht Deine?"
Justus: "Meine Schuhe, deine Schuhe ist doch egal! Hauptsache wir werfen etwas ins Wasser und vertreiben den Hai! Also zieh deine Schuhe schon aus, Bob!"
Justus: "Der Balken ist gebrochen! Ich sitze fest!"
Peter: *Lacht"
Bob: "Meine Güte!"
Justus: "Ich komm nicht frei!"
Peter: "Ich sag doch immer: Jogging wär' ganz gut für Dich!"
Peter: "Ja und ich mach inzwischen ein Foto für das Album der Drei ???."
Justus: "Untersteh dich, Peter! Nein, ich will nicht!"
Peter: "Bitte recht freundlich!"
Justus: "Aufhören damit, Peter!"
Peter: "Nicht aufregen, Chefdetektiv. Sonst hast Du so 'n roten Kopf! Prima, das ist gut! So bleiben!"
Phrasenschwein
Fat shaming
Justus wird beleidigt
Mitgehört!
Verstärker wird eingeschaltet
🏳️🌈 Queer/diversity read
Shippy moments
Bob: "Da ist ein Hai, Peter! Komm doch raus! Ein Hai genau hinter Dir!"
Justus: "Komm! Ich helf' Dir."
Bob: "Der Hai dreht ab! Oh, Mann! Mein Gott, hab ich eine Angst gehabt!"
Peter: "Justus! Stell dir vor, dass Du ganz schlank bist! Vielleicht hilft das."
Bob: "Wir könnten Justus ja auch mit Schmierseife bekleckern, dann flutscht er nur so zu uns rauf!"
Diversity, Political Correctness and Feminism
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#die drei fragezeichen#die drei ???#und der heimliche hehler#folge 037#037#M. V. Carey#not kansas anymore#fatshaming#mitgehört#Diebstahl
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Day 10 - Pumpkins pumpkins pumpkins
A/N: early season three musketeers at a pumpkin patch, I'm European, the closest I've ever been to a pumpkin patch is that one (1) tiny butternut pumpkin growing in my backyard (I don't think it's gonna make it, but then, I don't know where it came from either...)
Tag for blocking/following: 30 days of fall
Prompt: Pumpkins pumpkins pumpkins
Word count: 526
As they exited the Dodge Charger, they were greeted by a seemingly infinite sea of bright orange pumpkins. They grabbed their bags from the trunk and walked from the parking lot down the gravel road, straight through the pumpkin patch.
Ziva slowed down, eyeing the pumpkin pyramid on their left. "What are they doing?" She pointed at the couple in front of the pyramid.
Tony and McGee stopped and turned to look. "Oh, pumpkin patches are really popular for photo shoots," McGee said.
Ziva narrowed her eyes, focusing on what the couple was so excited about. "Is that a...dog?"
"Oh yeah," McGee said smiling as he spotted the little dog. "It's a pug dressed up in a pumpkin costume."
Ziva tilted her head. "Why?"
"It's cute," Tony said, then shrugged, "you wouldn't understand."
She made a face at him, and they resumed their walk.
"A pug pumpkin," McGee said with a chuckle. "A pugkin? A pumpug!" He looked at his coworkers hoping for a positive reaction, but Tony solemnly shook his head, and Ziva had gotten distracted by rows and rows of meticulously carved pumpkins.
Tony pointed at a small barn on their right. "There's the haunted house where they found the body "
"Did the 'haunted house' banner tip you off?" McGee said sarcastically.
Tony looked at him with mock excitement. "Timmy, you can finally read at a first grade level!"
McGee's glare did nothing to dissuade Tony from taunting him further.
"Hey Ziva, guess what, McGee can..." He turned to look at her and found her staring at a catapult.
She glanced at him, then tilted her head as if to get a better look at the wooden contraption. "Why?"
"To launch pumpkins."
Her face brightened, and she turned to him excitedly.
As soon as her lips parted, he held up his hand, and firmly said, "No!"
"Why not?"
The almost pout surprised and distracted him for a moment. "Because there's a dead petty officer in that barn."
"Oh," she said quietly, "I forgot."
"You forgot?" Tony said in disbelief.
"I got distracted with all the..." She gestured around her.
"First time at a pumpkin patch, huh?" McGee asked after greeting the police officer standing guard outside the barn.
"Enjoy the sights and sounds of this fine example of American culture, Officer David." Tony said, jutting out his chin.
Ziva looked at him dubiously. "You said that about Metrorail two weeks ago, and basketball a month ago."
He raised an eyebrow. "Yes, but a pumpkin patch smells better, the fresh air, the hay bales, pumpkins and apples." He sniffed audibly, then looked at the small stall down the road. "Pumpkin pie and apple cider," he added with a smile.
Ziva sniffed the air as well. "Decaying body."
He glared at her, and led them into the barn quietly. In the back, next to a large haystack, stood what looked like scarecrow. As they approached it, they noticed the blue Navy service dress uniform, and a ghastly carved pumpkin covering the petty officer's head.
Tony sighed, and dropped his backpack on the dirt floor. "Don't know about you guys, but I've had enough of pumpkins."
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tagging @hopeless-nostalgiac, @mrsmungus
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HIStory5: Love in the Future Ep 5 Stray Thoughts
Last week we reached side couple supremacy once again with Vincent Liang and Lin Wynn. Bo-wei and Hai Yi are getting closer and Hai Yi starts to realize that Johnny is telling the truth. Also, Bo-wei met one of Johnny's friends, and this is causing so many ethical issues for me, because what about actual Johnny??? We left with Lin Wynn being locked in a freezer, and me wanting to send everyone to jail.
Yes, please save my boy, Lin Wynn.
They got my man Vincent in tears because he thought he was going to lose the person he loves before he could express and receive these feelings. Where are these bullies? They need to be dealt with.
Okay, I'm happy for a new set of BL bedsheets, but shouldn't we take Lin Wynn to a hospital for hypothermia treatment?
Bo-wei and Hai Yi are coming up with new ways to use proximity alert.
I think I'm with Hai Yi. Bo-wei shouldn't presume about Lin Wynn's relationship and let him handle his business.
Okay, I really like that Vincent doesn't get embarrassed about being naked in the shower, and instead teases Wynn a bit.
"Have you ever fallen in love with a man... Would you like to try it out?" That was hot
"You probably don't remember our kiss. Should I remind you of it?" BACK-TO-BACK WINNING SCENES. We eatin' good tonight.
Omg Momo sent Bo-wei HIStory3: Trapped's side story follow up? Is this an ad explicitly for me???? Did they show off some of the NC scenes to make me search for it, because I will be?
Tony, bullying is not sexy.
Yeah, you fuckers better suck up to Lin Wynn because I'd be pressing charges.
Oh good, Bo-wei didn't get fired.
I really like the quick friendship between Bo-wei and Wynn.
I feel a bit bad for Hai Yi. Things might be easier if he wasn't so quick to argue with Bo-wei.
Okay, the fact that Bo-wei's grandmother died of grief because of his disappearance is painful. How can I root for him to stay in this future knowing that and the fact that Johnny lost his body.
Momo has appointed herself captain of this ship and I support her.
Oh, Vincent. He can have friends!
Oh good. Hai Yi is being honest, and they can reconcile.
And yet, Hai Yi is so into his phone he didn't even notice the hearts, and has irritated Bo-wei again.
This summoner can take over people's bodies? Why is he meddling in Johnny's affairs?
Oh good, the mutual attraction is in the open.
At least Lin Wynn isn't in crisis at the end of this episode.
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More Scarlet Pimpernel fanfiction because I’m obsessed with them.
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Over the past three years of a happy marriage (discounting that one first tumultuous year), Marguerite had almost gotten used to her husband returning home with new injuries, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t feel her heart stop each time he stepped out of his carriage with a wince or a hastily-disguised limp.
Now, on a bright Sunday afternoon, she watched Percy closely as he emerged into the sun from the covered coach. The bruise discoloring his eye and much of his cheek was difficult to miss, but she was relieved that his walk was just as steady and confident as ever. The smile he gave her was lopsided and pained, but genuine.
“Marguerite,” Percy murmured, reaching out for her. She threw her arms around him just as readily, and they stood there in the pathway for a long moment. Marguerite laid her head against his chest and savored the way it rose and fell, because he was alive and breathing and in her arms, and he set his cheek upon the top of her head and nuzzled into her hair.
Finally he pulled away, his English aversion to sentiment apparently getting the best of him, but he kept his arm threaded through hers as they headed into the house. He was oddly quiet, and Marguerite wondered if it had more to do with the mission he’d finished or the pain his face probably gave him every time he spoke.
She found herself eyeing that mark, reaching all the way from his eyebrow across his eye to just past his cheekbone. She was glad the servants were busy in other areas of the house. “What are we going to do about that one?” she murmured to him.
Percy shrugged, his easygoing gaiety flowing back into him with the movement. “No idea. Powder is stylish at the moment, and good for us, too; that should cover most of it and I won’t even have to start a new trend.”
“But not all of it.” No amount of face powder, pale and smoothing as it was, would ever be able to obscure that dark, purpling bruise spread across her husband’s face. “Where did you get it anyhow?”
“A fall from a bridge.” He smirked a tiny bit when she stopped in her tracks and gaped at him. “It was from a very small bridge, into a ship carrying hay bales,” he clarified. “Zounds, lady, you’d think I was reckless! I took all the necessary precautions but I just missed grasping the hair of Chance. The hale bale was a little to the left of my face, but the side of the ship had better aim.”
“You’re lucky you didn’t shatter your face,” Marguerite groused, and led him into their bedroom—it had been his until a scarce few months ago, when she decided she was using it more than her own. “And then were would your poor wife be? ‘Used to be the wife of the handsomest man in England’, everyone would say. ‘A bit foggy on the details, though’, and rumor would run amok.”
Percy almost laughed, but only managed a chuckle and a pained gasp. His eyes smiled at her.
“Oh…” Marguerite observed the bruise a bit more closely. “I won’t joke anymore, I’m sorry. We can cover it with powder,” she continued firmly, “and maybe rouge, too, but only a little. As for the rest, well…is the old horse story too worn out?”
Percy nodded definitively, raising his hands to his cravat, where he began untying it. “If we tell it again everyone will start thinking that Tony really is the better rider and where would I be? You’re thinking of your reputation, m’dear, and I must think of mine. No, not the horse again.” His eyes gleamed. “A fall down the stairs? Perhaps while I was tying my cravat and storming up some new poetry? I’m sure I can think of a few lines right now.”
Marguerite huffed, and helped him out of his coat. “I don’t know that the court thinks you’re that much of an idiot, my love.”
He stared at her in what she suspected was only half-joking affront. There was a particular gleam to his eyes that said he’d found a challenge for the taking. “I’ll show you, dear heart, how much of an idiot this English court can find me. If I tell them I got this bruise tying my cravat and coming up with poetry, I promise they’ll be too busy laughing and quoting it back to me to think anything of it. ‘Ah, that Percy Blakeney!, they’ll say, ‘somehow he caught the cleverest woman in Europe! Feel right sorry for her, I do!’ I’ll do it so well that even you’ll be joining in on it.”
It was a joke, but Marguerite felt her heart plummet. “Don’t say that,” she pleaded, adding a kiss to his jaw for good measure. “It wasn’t so long ago, you know, that I did think those things about you.”
Percy’s eyes softened, and he wrapped his arms around her again. “Oh, ‘f course I won’t, dear heart,” he murmured. And then the teasing measure came back into his voice as he brushed his lips against her ear. “Although I wouldn’t mind you showing me just how far you’ve come in your regard for me.”
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