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Starting Over | 5
Summary: You come home to work to find your husband of three years in bed with your supposed best friend. It’s the wake up call you finally needed to take your two year old daughter and get the hell out of Texas. With nowhere to go you head to your big brother in San Diego. The sagger squad takes you under their wings, and shows you what having a family means. You get a fresh start… will you find your happily ever after?
Characters: Jake “hangman” Seresin x Sister! Reader, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Seresin! Reader (Eventually), Hangman x Phoenix (eventually) , Adorable OC Gracie! The Dagger squad
Word Count: 11.1k -- not even sorry lol. Giving you more for being patient!
Warnings: Angst, cheating husband, emotional abuse, eventual fluff, smut in later chapters, Sweet uncle Jake, Adorable Rooster with a toddler… if I miss any please let me know.
A/N: I don’t own the characters or storyline for Top Gun Maverick. All OC’s are mine. I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR ANYONE TO COPY OR REPOST MY WORK TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM! DON’T STEAL! Reblogs, likes and comments ALWAYS welcomed. THANK YOU @waywardodysseys and @beyondthesefourwalls as always for reading over my work and helping me flush out ideas!!
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True to his word, the following Monday, Bradley was on your doorstep bright and early ready for babysitting duty. Jake was getting Gracie breakfast while you finished getting ready for court. You were meeting your lawyer a half hour before you were due in court to go over everything. She wanted to discuss correspondence she’d received from Trent’s lawyer before going into the hearing.
“It’s open!” Jake yelled when Bradley rang the doorbell.
Bradley came through the front door as you were walking out to the living room. You picked out a green sheath dress with a navy blue fitted ¾ length sleeve jacket and navy pumps. You pulled your hair back into a low messy bun with tendrils hanging around your face. You’d kept the makeup to a minimum, not wanting to have to worry about any running in the event you cried.
“You look really pretty, Y/N.” Bradley said, offering you a sweet smile, “You feeling ok for today?”
“Thank you,” You smiled back. “I’m nervous… like…REALLY… nervous.”
“You’ve got nothing to worry about, Sweetheart.” He said, “It’s going to go your way. No judge would rule in favor of that douche.”
“I just want the whole thing over and to be free, but I have a bad feeling it’s going to drag out.” You said. “I can’t thank you enough though for taking off work to stay with Gracie. It means so much to me.”
“It’ll be over soon, and all in your past.” He said, “You don’t have to thank me, Sweetheart. I get to spend the day with a Princess. That’s better than work.”
“Even when work involves flying F-18s at stupid speeds?” You challenged, smiling.
“Even then.” He confirmed, not missing a beat.
“Hey Rooster.” Jake said, poking his head out from the kitchen. “I made extra if you’re hungry. Gracie is finishing up her waffles now. I just have to change shirts quickly… in hindsight, I should have known better than to get dressed before serving waffles and syrup to a toddler.”
“Rookie move, Bubs.” You laughed, “We’ve got a little time though so go ahead and change, I’ll hold down the fort here.”
“Then you’ll get sticky from the syrup.” Jake pointed out.
“I’ll handle the syrup situation.” Bradley said, walking into the kitchen, “Go change. It’s my turn with Princess Gracie.”
“WOOSTA!” She exclaimed, holding up very sticky fingers and making grabby hands towards Bradley. “We pway?”
“Good Morning, Baby Girl.” He beamed at Gracie, “Are you all done eating? Or are you still hungry?”
“All done!” She said, “Up pwease!”
“Let me wipe the stickiness from your fingers and face then we’ll play ok?” He compromised, wetting a cloth under the kitchen faucet, before picking her up.
“Otay!” She agreed.
“I laid out some play clothes for her on her bed and the diaper bag is packed if you wanted to go anywhere, the keys to my car are hanging up on the hook by the door.” You said, “You can move the car seat over to your Bronco if you’d rather drive that.”
“We’ll be just fine.” He promised, “Princess Gracie and I are going to have lots of fun today.”
“Thank you again, Bradley.” You said, smiling, “It really means a lot to me.”
“Sweetheart, please stop thanking me.” He laughed, “I will never turn down a playdate with this sweet girl.”
“See, Rooster,” Jake teased, coming in with a clean shirt on and tucked in. “Your dating life is picking up after all.”
“Jakey, be nice!” You admonished your big brother. “Your tie is crooked too, come here.”
“He’s not wrong.” Bradley laughed good naturedly, “My dating life is nonexistent… but I have a feeling hanging out with Gracie is better than any date I’ve been on recently.”
“Well mine is and will remain nonexistent for the foreseeable future.” You said, tying Jake’s tie so it was straight. “There, all better.”
“Thanks Tulip.” He said, flashing you a soft smile, “Let’s go get this first step to your freedom taken care of. Gotta get you back up on that horse.”
“I don’t think that’s the right analogy here, Jakey.” You said, rolling your eyes.
“I think it’s absolutely the right analogy, Sweetheart.” Bradley winked.
“I love you, Gracie Girl.” You said, leaning in to kiss your daughter, “Be good for Bradley. Mommy will see you this afternoon when we get back.”
“Wuv you Mommy!” Gracie said smiling, perfectly content to have time with her ‘Woosta’.
You and Jake arrived at the courthouse and were greeted by your lawyer.
“Thank you for meeting me before we go in.” She said, “I have a small meeting room booked, we can go in and go over what we have so far.”
“Thank you.” You replied, following her to the room. Once inside, you remembered to introduce her to Jake. “This is my brother Jake.”
“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Lauren Kennedy.” She replied, shaking Jake’s hand.
“Nice to meet you too, Ma’am.” Jake smiled, “Thank you for all you’re doing for my sister.”
“I am absolutely happy to help.” She replied, “Especially after some interactions I’ve had with Trent and his lawyer… I’m even happier to help.”
“Is this going to be drawn out?” You asked, your shoulders tensing with the prospect of being stuck longer in this situation. “I don’t even care if I walk away with absolutely nothing. I just need to be free.”
“Not necessarily.” She said, offering a soft smile, “As we discussed last week, he did contest the divorce and also the same day countersued for custody. This, in itself is a contradiction and I would argue shows it’s all a power move on his part. I’ve had several conversations with the attorney that he has hired as well as a few rambling emails and voicemails from Trent himself since that initial contact.”
“He’s already admitted he never wanted Gracie and has since said so on voicemail.” Jake seethed, “That piece of shit doesn’t deserve Gracie. He’s never been involved in her life even when she was living under the same roof.”
“That admission will certainly help strengthen our already very strong case.” Lauren assured us. “If the judge grants the order of protection today, we will certainly use that to accelerate both the divorce and the custody case. I honestly don’t see this dragging out indefinitely, so please don’t get discouraged. Trent doesn’t strike me as someone with the means to keep this tied up in court. He is your typical playground bully. We push back hard enough, he’ll give up in favor of finding an easier target.”
“What if he comes out here and tries to take Gracie?” You asked, the fear suddenly choking you, “He can’t take my baby.”
“He’ll have to go through me.” Jake said, rubbing your back comfortingly, “It’ll be a cold day in hell before my Princess G ends up in his hands.”
“Hopefully today will help prevent that.” Lauren said, encouragingly, “Y/N, I promise you, I will do everything in my power to get you freed from this man in every way. Whether he contests the divorce or not, there are safeguards in place with the laws and we will use them. Him agreeing just makes it happen faster. In all of my years practicing family law, I have never seen a judge side with a parent showing so many red flags as Trent does, especially when the other parent is stable and established as the child’ sole caregiver. I need you to remember that the only questionable variable in this situation is the amount of time it takes to get it through. You will be divorced from this man, you will reclaim your life, Sweetie. I promise you that.”
“Thank you.” You replied, quietly. “I really do appreciate all you’re doing for me.”
“It’s absolutely my pleasure.” She smiled, “Let’s head on into the courtroom and get situated.”
“He isn’t here right?” You asked, suddenly scared to enter the courtroom. “Or his lawyer?”
“His attorney may be in attendance” She replied, “I would be surprised, being he is based out of Texas. If Trent is present, due to it being an order of protection hearing, we will do everything we can to maintain as much distance as possible. In the event he’s here and the order is approved, a deputy would escort you out of the courthouse ahead or behind Trent, upholding the distance ordered and to prevent illegal contact.”
“And I will be here with you every single step of the way, Tulip.” Jake promised, “I will never let him hurt you in any way ever again.”
In the end, Tent, thankfully, had not shown up. His lawyer Zoomed into the hearing on his behalf. After looking at all of the texts, reviewing the voicemails, and listening to your account of your marriage, the judge ordered a no contact order. All communication now had to officially go through lawyers. Trent was not allowed to text or call you and was not allowed within 500 feet of you. The order was temporary, but would hopefully be enough to allow you to get the divorce you needed and to start your life over. Your attorney said the order would help with the custody and divorce hearings. Trent’s lawyer had objected and insisted all of the evidence was a result of emotional distress you’d caused by leaving and taking your daughter out of state. You were thankful the judge hadn’t seen it that way.
“What are the next steps?” Jake asked, as you all left the courtroom. Even just this small victory took a load off of your shoulders. At least now he could be held in contempt of court if he contacted you or showed up on your doorstep. “Can you file anything that legally separates them so she can start to rebuild her life while waiting on the divorce to go through?”
“Legally, they are already separated.” Lauren explained, “The moment we filed the intent to dissolve the marriage, they were legally separated. The next steps are getting a court date for the divorce and custody of Gracie. Since he’s contesting, it will need to go before a judge. The judge would normally order mediation to work out the divorce agreement but since Y/N only wants custody and nothing from the marital home or any monetary compensation, and in light of the no contact order in place as of today, the judge will be more inclined to waive the mediator and grant the divorce. Custody could be done the same day if we can get Trent to agree to vanquish his parental rights or to simply agree to you having full custody, Y/N.”
“So, the divorce is just a formality at this point, she’s already free of that piece of shit?” Jake clarified.
“The marriage is essentially on ‘hold’ until the divorce is finalized. Legally speaking though, yes, Y/N you are free to move on, Sweetie.” She replied. She smiled warmly, winking at you. “That includes dating.”
“I don’t think I’m quite ready for that yet.” You replied, offering a small smile, “I just want to focus on being a good mom to Gracie.”
“Tulip, you’ve already nailed that.” Jake assured you, “You’re the best mom and Princess G is so lucky to have you as her mommy.”
“I love you, Jakey.” You said, hugging him.
“Love you too, Tulip.” He replied, hugging you back.
“Alright, I will continue to keep you posted” Lauden said, “I’ll be calling Trent’s lawyer again today to encourage his client to settle now and agree to dissolve the marriage rather than drag it out. If his lawyer is competent, he’ll know this is a losing battle on their end. It’s to their advantage to settle and not let the judge set the terms.”
“Thank you. For everything.” You said.
“You’re very welcome.” She replied, “Keep your chin up, this will be over and just a bad memory in no time at all.”
After leaving the courthouse, Jake decided to treat you to lunch before heading home. He took you to one of his favorite Mexican restaurants, knowing you’d love it too.
As you sat eating your lunch you could tell Jake was thinking about something.
“I can see the wheels turning in your head, Bubs.” You laughed, “What’s on your mind?”
“Just thinking about what your lawyer said.” Jake said.
“Which part?” You asked, “She said a lot today.”
“About being free to start over.” He replied slowly, “Dating and all that.”
“No need to go into overprotective brother mode, Jakey.” You smiled, “I meant it when I said I don’t think I’m ready. I don’t really trust my own judgment anyway.”
“Do you trust mine?” He asked.
“Of course I do, Jakey.” You replied, “What’s going on in that head though?”
“OK, hear me out.” He said. “If someone were interested in dating you and you were interested in them… would you trust my judgment on whether they were a good fit or not?”
“Yes.” You replied, confused where this was coming from, waiting on him to elaborate.
“Ok.” He smiled, relaxing. “So what do you think you want to do first, now that you’re well on your way to freedom?”
“A job.” You replied, shaking your head at your brother. Sometimes he was so hard to get a read on. “Penny offered me a part time job. If she’s still serious about it, I want to accept. I just need to find daycare.”’
“I can help with that!” He assured you, “I think getting out of the house and being around adults will be good for you.”
“Jake you can’t take Gracie to base” You laughed, “She can’t be your WSO at 2 years old.”
“I know that.” He said, playfully rolling his eyes, “I can look into daycare on base though, or at least ask around for recommendations. Being around other kiddos will be good for her too.”
After lunch you headed home to relieve Bradley of babysitting duties. Jake hung the keys to the truck on the hook by the door when you walked in, immediately reaching up to loosen and untie the tie he wore to court.
“Hey…how did it go?” Bradley asked cautiously.
“It went well!” Jake replied, “That piece of trash can’t contact Tulip anymore!”
“That’s fantastic, Y/N!” Bradley said, flashing a bright smile at you, “How are you feeling?”
“So much relief.” You replied, smiling back at him, “My lawyer also said that this will help us in the custody and divorce proceedings.”
“Even better.” He said, “This calls for a celebration! How about drinks at the Hard Deck tomorrow night?”
“I don’t have a babysitter for Gracie.” You replied, “But you all can go and celebrate for me!”
“Tulip, we can’t celebrate without you when you’re the reason for the celebration.” Jake laughed, “We will find a sitter for Gracie and we will go for a bit.”
“Ok.” You agreed. “Going out does sound fun. It’s been awhile. I’m going to go change and start getting stuff put together for dinner. Bradley, you’re joining us… if you don’t have plans. It’s the least I can do for you taking a day off to stay with Gracie.”
“I will happily accept dinner.” He replied, “But it’s because you’re cooking is amazing and too good to say no to, not because you owe me anything for spending time with that sweet Princess. She was good as gold and we had fun.”
“Well, thank you all the same.” You said, kissing his cheek before heading to the bedroom to change.
***** Jake’s POV *****
“Thanks, Rooster.” Jake said, removing his tie completely now and slumping down on the couch. “I really appreciate everything you’ve done for Y/N and Gracie.”
“Look, I know we definitely started off on the wrong foot but, like we keep reminding Y/N…this is a family.” Bradley said, “For me, it’s the only one I’ve got. So there really isn’t much I wouldn’t do for you, Jake. And let’s be real, 5 minutes in her presence and Gracie had me wound tightly around her adorable, chubby little finger.”
“She has a way of doing that.” Jake laughed, “She’s had me hooked since she drew her first breaths.”
“Y/N is the same way.” Bradley said, treading carefully, unsure how Jake would react to knowing he was falling hard for his sister.
“She’ll kill me for this…” Jake said, sitting up and turning to face Bradley, “Here’s the thing. She’s kinda fragile at the moment and very unsure of herself…actually said she doesn’t trust her own judgment when it comes to guys and dating now… but she does trust me. And I trust YOU. I know you’ve got a thing for Y/N. I’ve seen the way you look at her. I’ve also seen the way she looks at you when she thinks nobody is looking. What’s more… I’ve seen how much you care about Gracie. Those girls are the most important people in my life, Bradley. They’re the only actual family I’ve got. I just need you to know…to really know… what you’re getting into. If you’re not playing the long game here where my sister and niece get their fairytale ending… I’m asking you to bow out now. I failed her once in my role as her big brother and protector. I can’t fail her again.”
“Jake, I genuinely already care deeply about them both.” Bradley admitted. “I would never do anything to intentionally or knowingly hurt either of them. I’d rather burn in than do that. Just to be clear though, because I’m not trying to get my face rearranged at any point… are you saying that you’re actually OK with the fact that I’m falling for your sister?”
“You’re probably the only guy I WOULD trust with her heart.” Jake shrugged, smiling, “And now that you’ve confirmed you do in fact have feelings for her…what do you plan to do about it?”
“Honestly, I don’t know.” Bradley admitted, “And this isn’t me ‘being safe on a perch’. I just don’t wanna screw this up or spook her.”
“I appreciate that.” Jake replied, “Me giving you shit in the air about playing it safe doesn’t mean I can’t see the value in being cautious and taking things slow when it matters. Just… not too slow. The lawyer even said she can get started building her life and even mentioned dating. She’s legally separated if that’s what is holding you back.”
“I don’t know that the military cares about legal separations, man…” Bradley said, “Pretty sure it’s still against the code… but… I don’t think it’s against the code to spend time with a friend and her adorable little girl. Especially when I am in fact, playing the long game.”
“Good to know.” Jake said, “On that note. I’m going to change quickly. Are you hanging around for dinner?”
“Yeah, there’s no way I’m passing up more time with those two…and a home cooked meal.” Bradley replied, smirking, “And I guess you’re alright to hang out with too.”
“Asshole.” Jake laughed, getting up and heading upstairs to change. Bradley laughed at his retreat.
*** Your POV ***
After changing into a pair of cutoff jean shorts and a Texas Longhorns t-shirt, you made your way out of your room. Before heading to the kitchen to start meal prepping you peeked into Gracie’s room to check on her quickly, smiling at the sight of her curled up sleeping soundly.
“You must have worn her out this morning.” You said, smiling at Bradley who was still seated on the couch. “She’s out like a light still.”
“We played pretty hard.” Bradley said, “Lots of chasing, flying, tea parties, and even went for a walk around the block.”
“Flying, huh?” You asked, laughing. “Starting her young?”
“Yup!” He replied, “Gotta get her used to those G’s. That little princess is fearless though. She loves to be tossed up in the air and completely trusts that you’ll catch her.”
“Believe it or not, she’s only been as outgoing as she is since coming here.” You said, “Back home she was always painfully shy and quiet. I only got to see this version of her when it was just the two of us.”
“Seriously?” He asked, shocked. Gracie had taken to him instantly and he’d never experienced the shy girl being described. “I can’t even picture that… she’s so full of life, full speed ahead.”
“Well it helps that it was love at first sight with you.” You smiled warmly, “She claimed you from the start.”
“The feeling is quite mutual.” He replied, holding your gaze. “Her mom is working her way in too.”
You felt butterflies erupt in your belly, your heart rate picked up and you could feel heat spreading over your body. You weren’t really sure how to respond. You definitely liked the man, but was it really fair to him to be saddled with a complicated mess like yourself?
“I can see the wheels turning, Sweetheart.” he said gently, offering a warm smile that reached his eyes. “No pressure. I know you’ve got a lot going on right now. All the cards on the table though, I really like you… a lot. You know I’m crazy about Gracie. If or whenever you’re ready, if you’re interested, I want you to know that so am I.”
“I like you too…” You admitted quietly, “More than I should considering the circumstances. It’s just… Bradley, I’m a mess. You deserve so much more than someone who doesn’t have their shit together. Hell, I don’t even have a job. I’m literally mooching off of my brother right now.”
“Hey.” He said, taking your hands and turning you so that you’re facing him. “First of all, I’d be willing to bet a paycheck that if Jake heard you talk like that he’d blow a gasket. Secondly, Sweetheart you’re not a mess. You were stuck in a shitty marriage with a piece of shit that doesn’t deserve you and you were strong enough to get you and your daughter out and are taking steps to keep him out of your lives. Thirdly, and most importantly, you are so incredible, so beautiful, intelligent, funny, an amazing mom, and I would be LUCKY to get to spend time with you and get to know you.”
He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your cheek, then pulling back to look into your eyes, willing you to see yourself in his eyes. To believe what he was saying.
“Like I said before, Sweetheart,” He continued, “No pressure. I just really want to get to know you more and would love to spend time with you.”
“I would really like to spend time with you too.” You admitted.
“Then we will start there.” He smiled sweetly at you.
“Look who’s up?” Jake said, carrying Gracie into the room. “I peeked in to check on her and my little Princess was awake and ready to play again.”
“There’s my sweet Gracie Girl!” You beamed at your daughter, “Did you sleep well?”
“Hi Mommy” She smiled, still rubbing her eyes, “Woosta, we pway again?”
“Wow, I see where her priorities are now.” You laughed.
“Hi Princess,” Bradley chucked, “I will happily play with you again. Do you want to go outside to play?”
“Yes! Outside!” She happily exclaimed, then looked at Jake, “Unco Jakey pway too?”
“Of course, Princess G!” He replied, kissing her forehead. “Let’s get your shoes on and we’ll go out back. I think we need to get you a swing for the backyard… or a playhouse and a slide!”
“Jakey!” You exclaimed, “There is a perfectly good park within walking distance. We’re not putting in a playground in your backyard.”
“No fun, Tulip.” He pouted, “Princess G needs her own playground.”
“Lord help me,” You rolled your eyes playfully, “You’re going to spoil that child rotten.”
“Nope.” he replied, “Not possible.”
“If you two have her, I’m going to go get started on dinner prep.” You said, heading to the kitchen.
While the guys were out back running with Gracie, you pulled out everything you needed to make dinner. Before getting too involved in prepping though, you paused to make a snack for Gracie, knowing she’d be hungry after her nap. You peeled and sliced apples for her, cutting them into bite size chunks and placed them on a plate with a handful of mini pretzels and cubes of cheese. This way she had a choice of what she’d snack on and you knew Jake or Bradley would help her finish if need be. Grabbing a sippy cup with water, you made your way out back.
“Snack time for my little Princess.” You said, setting the plate and cup down on the outdoor table.
“What about our snacks?” Jake asked, winking.
“You can see if your niece will share with you.” You said, smirking at him, “If not, there’s more fruit and cheese in the fridge. And dinner isn’t too far off.”
“Need any help with anything?” Bradley asked, “I promise I’m slightly more competent than Jake in the kitchen.”
“That’s not setting the bar too high.” You teased. “Gracie would be sad if I took her new bestie away from her.”
“I’ll cover.” Jake said, winking at you knowinging. “Princess G! Rooster has to help Mommy cook dinner, wanna go for a walk around the block with me?”
“Yes!” She said, dropping the ball she’d been playing with. “Bye Mommy! Bye Woosta!”
“And just like that, Uncle Jakey is the favorite again.” Jake said, flashing a victory smile. “Let’s go, Princess G!”
“Stay with Uncle Jakey, Gracie.” You reminded her, “Hold his hand!”
“Kitchen assistant Bradshaw reporting for duty.” Bradley said as the two of you stepped into the kitchen.
“When you said you are slightly more competent than Jake in the kitchen… How much more competent are you talking?” You asked, “He makes decent breakfast food and knows his way around a grill.”
“I can cook, Sweetheart.” He laughed, “I’m not a huge fan of it and it’s just me I’ll pick up take out, but my mom made sure I could cook.”
“Ok then.” You replied, trying and failing to maintain a serious expression. “You’re in charge of cutting the potatoes and veggies. The potatoes just need to be cut into wedges, the broccoli cut off the stalk, and the zucchini and yellow squash need to be cut into small chunks. That’s all going onto a sheet pan to be roasted.”
“I can handle that.” He promised, “Cutting board and knife, please.”
You handed him the needed equipment and the veggies before turning to get the chicken ready.
“Where’d you learn to cook so well?” He asked as he started to cut the potatoes.
“Jake got us through until I was old enough to read and understand a cookbook.” You said, “We ate a lot of eggs and toast, hot dogs and mac n cheese, and grilled cheese sandwiches before that. When I was in 4th grade I checked out a cookbook from the library and made Jake get the ingredients… first few meals were rough, but then I got the hang of it. After that, Jake made sure we had a well stocked kitchen… well as best as he could given the lack of funds we really had to work with.”
“I can’t even imagine, Sweetheart.” He replied, “It was just mom and Me…occasionally Mav when he wasn’t deployed, but my mom made sure I had everything I needed. You and Jake had to raise yourselves. Did you have any other family?”
“Just each other.” You replied, “We learned early that we were all we had. Jake did all he could to make sure nobody had reason to call family services on us. We took care of each other and stayed out of our parent’s way. What was your mom like?”
“Amazing.” He replied, a soft smile forming on his lips. “She was so full of life and love. She was the fun neighborhood mom. There were always extra kids hanging around. I think her mission was to make sure every kid was well fed. She made everything we did together fun, even the mundane things like chores.”
“I’m so sorry you lost her.” You said, “She sounds incredible.”
“I definitely wish she was still alive, but I’m lucky I had her for the time I did.” He replied. “Her and my dad had such a deep and complete love. After he died she was kinda lost for a bit. I don’t remember much of that time since I was so young, but it was almost like she snapped out of it and threw herself fully into just being my mom and raising me. She never dated anyone after my dad died. That’s probably the only thing I’d change. She deserved to be happy.”
“Maybe raising you and being there for you was what made her happy?” You suggested, “She had her one true love, and rather than settling for something less than that, she just poured all of her love into her child.”
“Isn’t there a balance though?” Bradley asked, “And do we only get one true love per lifetime?”
“I’m the wrong person to ask about that.” You said sadly, “I’ve never really been able to see what a healthy love is supposed to look like. I clearly didn’t find it with Trent.”
“Maybe not romantic love, but you and Jake love each other and have a sibling bond that not many reach.” He said, “You’ve also nailed the whole Mom gig, Sweetheart. So that proves you don’t need to have had a ‘good’ example in order to be capable of it.”
“Were you always so smart?” You asked, a smile forming on your face, “Or is this a new development?”
“Always.” He smirked, “You should trust me on this one.”
“I’ll take it under consideration.” You teased, “In the meantime, keep choppin’. I need to put the veggies in at the same time as the chicken.”
“On it.” He smirked, winking. He finished chopping the vegetables while you finished getting the chicken seasoned and on the cooking sheet.
Once everything was on the cooking sheets and in the oven you grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and passed one to Bradley.
“Well done, kitchen assistant Bradshaw.” You smiled, “You can help me out anytime.”
“How about, I help you this Friday when the squad invades for dinner.” He suggested, “Then… you let me take you out to dinner on Saturday night, so you’re not having to cook.”
“I’d have to see if Jake has plans…” You said, “Unless we do an early dinner and at a kid friendly restaurant.”
“Sweetheart, I am completely on board with both of those options.” Bradley said, “We could even take her and have a beach day and then dinner in the evening. I’m sure the squad would take a beach day too if you’d be more comfortable with a group.”
“I’d be comfortable with just you too, Bradley.” You said, offering a smile.
“How about we see if Jake and Phoenix want to join us?” He suggested, “That way we can give them a gentle push together. And while we do that, we get to spend more time together, with Gracie as an added bonus.”
“I like that.” You replied. Then, deciding to be brave and trust not only yourself, but also your brother’s judgment in friends and most importantly in Bradley. “I’d also like to spend time with you… just the two of us… if you’re willing to deal with complicated.”
“Complicated is good.” He smiled, moving to stand closer to you, his hand coming to gently push some hair from your face, “You’re worth complicated, Sweetheart.”
“We’re back!” Jake called from the living room.
“We back Mommy!” Gracie parroted her uncle. The pair made their way into the kitchen, Gracie hitching a ride on Jake’s back.
“Someone was lucky enough to get a piggy back ride from Uncle Jakey, I see.” You laughed.
“She made a solid case for why she should get a ride.” Jake shrugged, smiling.’
After dinner you got Gracie in the bath, letting her play in the warm water for a bit, while Jake and Bradley played a flying video game.
Once you had Gracie bathed and her pajamas on, you took her back out to the living room to let her play for a bit before you started her bedtime routine.
“You’d think you two got enough of that piloting stuff in your actual jobs.” You teased, sitting down in the oversized chair next to the couch. “Just can’t get enough of it huh?”
“This is different, Tulip.” Jake insisted, “We get to fly planes from different eras and hone our skills in different terrains.”
“And we get to blow stuff up.” Bradley added, smirking. “That’s fun too.”
“That’s more in line with what I figured.” You said, rolling your eyes playfully.
“Mommy, you wead book pwease?” Gracie said, bringing over one of her books.
“I will happily read you a book, Baby Girl.” You said, smiling at your little girl. “Do you want to go snuggle in your bed and read before it’s sleepytime?”
“Yes, pwease.” She agreed, rubbing her eyes. All of the playtime and fresh air wore her out.
“Say goodnight to Uncle Jakey and Bradley.” You said. You watched as they instantly paused their game, and turned their full focus on Gracie. It warmed your heart as it’s not something her father ever did.
“Night Unco Jakey.” Gracie said, hugging him first. “Wuv you.”
“I love you too, Princess G.” He replied, hugging her tightly, “Sweet dreams.”
“Night Woosta.” She says, climbing over into Bradley’s lap and hugging him. “Wuv you.”
“Goodnight, Princess.” He replied softly, holding her gently and hugging her back and dropping a soft kiss on her head. “I love you too.”
“We pway tomorrow?” She asked him.
“I have to work tomorrow, Sweetheart.” He answered, “But, I promise to come play with you again soon, OK?”
“Otay.” She agreed before hopping down and heading to her room.
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The rest of the week went pretty smoothly. You’d talked to Penny about the part time job she offered at the Hard Deck. She’d told you that it was yours and that she’d work around daycare for you. Amelia was willing to babysit once school was out for the summer, so you only needed a sitter part time for about a month. You were going to meet with her next week to figure out the hours and everything the job would entail.
Friday night was the squad dinner night, everyone loved the homemade pizzas. Bradley had arrived after work and had helped you make the pizzas. Gracie’s favorite night of the week was Friday when the squad was over. She loved having all the playmates.
“What time are we headed to the beach tomorrow?” Phoenix asked once everyone but Bradley had left.
“Probably mid morning, I’m guessing.” Jake said, “We can bring the pack n play and an umbrella so Gracie can nap at the beach.”
“It’s sweet seeing you with her.” Phoenix says, offering Jake a soft smile. He blushed, a smile forming on his face.
“Gracie is really good at wrapping Naval aviators around her little finger.” You said.
“Yes she is.” Bradley agreed. “She’s got me hooked.”
“She’s not the only one.” Phoenix said, smirking knowingly at Bradley.
“That I’ve already admitted to.” He said, winking at you.
“Hey, Nix” Jake said, “Feel like being on babysitting duty with me tomorrow night? We get to hang with a really sweet toddler. She’s lots of fun…”
“That sounds fun.” She said, it was now her turn to blush. “I’d love to.”
You and Bradley shared a conspiratory look. You really hoped spending time together would push the pair together.
The next morning Jake was loading the pack n play, umbrella and beach chairs into the truck while you pulled together snacks and a lunch for everyone. You’d packed the beach bag before going to bed the night before so all you needed to do was get dressed and get Gracie dressed.
“Alright, the truck is packed up. Phoenix and Bradley just got here. I’ll get Gracie changed.” Jake said, “Go get dressed so we can hit the beach.”
Fifteen minutes later you were ready. You’d opted for a simple blue two piece swimsuit, one of two you’d bought while shopping with Phoenix. You threw a pair of cut off jean shorts and a tank top over your suit and slipped on flip flops.
“Ok, I’m ready.” You said, pulling your hair into a messy bun, while walking into the living room. “I packed towels, food, drinks, sunscreen, toys… what am I forgetting?”
“I think you got it covered, Tulip.” Jake laughed, “Let’s go! Princess G, do you wanna ride with Uncle Jakey and Phoenix?”
“Ok, so we’re taking two vehicles.” You laughed.
“Yay! I wide wif Unco Jakey and Nix!” Gracie exclaimed.
“Let’s load up!” Jake said, scooping Gracie up onto his shoulders, making her giggle.
“He’s so adorable with her.” Phoenix told you, a soft look in her eyes.
You flashed her a knowing smile and grabbed your purse. The three of you followed Jake and Gracie out to the vehicles.
“See y’all at the beach.” Bradley said, opening the passenger door for you.
“Such a gentleman.” You smirked when he got into the driver’s seat.
“My mom raised me well.” he said, chuckling.
“She sure did.” You smiled, looking at him over your sunglasses.
“You’re gonna be trouble, Sweetheart.” He laughed.
After pulling into the beach parking lot. Bradley helped Jake carry all of the big stuff to where you would set up for the day. While they got the umbrella up and the pack n play set up…which was amusing to watch… you and Phoenix grabbed Gracie and the rest of the stuff from the truck.
“We have to put sunscreen on you before you play, Gracie.” You said, kneeling down on the sand to apply the sunscreen. “Alright, play here for a little bit until it soaks into your skin.”
You pulled out a couple of her toys for her to play with while she waited. In the meantime, you pulled off the tank you’d put over your swimsuit, dropping it on the bag. You started to apply sunscreen to your own skin, not wanting to burn.
“I’ll get your back.” Bradley offered, his eyes wandering over you. You smiled, feeling heat creep over your neck and face, having nothing to do with the sun. You handed him the bottle. “Turn around.”
You turned around so your back was to him. You had to bite back a moan when his warm, strong hands started rubbing the lotion into your back. He clearly knew what he was doing to you, judging by the smirk on his face once he’d finished.
“Your turn.” You replied, making a spinning motion with your finger to get him to turn around. “Shirt off, Flyboy.”
He laughed, complying with your order. He shrugged out of the Hawaiian shirt he had on and pulled off the white tank undershirt over his head, revealing a well toned, back and wide shoulders. You squeezed some sunscreen onto your hand and rubbed them together to warm the lotion before running your hands over his back, rubbing the lotion in thoroughly.
You smirked when you were done and he’d turned to you, his eyes betraying the effect your hands had on him. It was a boost to your confidence that you clearly needed.
“Mommy we swim?” Gracie asked, abandoning the toys she’d been playing with. “Pwease?”
“Absolutely, Sweet Girl!” You said, picking your little girl up. She was wearing a Disney Princess swimsuit with ruffles around the middle making it look like it had a tutu attached. You put the toddler sized life jacket on her, making sure it was secure. Someone would be holding her at all times in the water but you were always very cautious, having seen too many news stories of toddlers accidentally drowning.
“Let’s play in the water, Princess.” Bradley said, gently tapping Gracie’s nose with his finger, making her laugh.
You all headed to the water, Jake and Phoenix walking ahead of you, sending flirty looks back and forth between them. You glanced over to Bradley to see if he was noticing, but his whole focus was on you. You ducked your head, resting it against Gracie’s as you kept walking towards the water.
The four of you all took turns holding Gracie and spinning her the water. Jake and Bradley tossed her back and forth between them, dipping her as they caught her so her feet splashed the water. When she was tired of being in the water, you and Phoenix took her to shore to play with her sand toys, the two of you sitting in the sand to watch. Jake and Bradley stayed in the water, tossing a football back and forth.
“This was a good idea.” Phoenix said, “Thanks for inviting me.”
“This is probably the most fun I’ve had in… I don’t even know how long.” You admitted, “I’m really glad you’re here. It’s nice having a friend.”
“It’s even nicer not to be outnumbered by men.” Phoenix laughed, “I love my squad, but it’s a LOT of testosterone.”
“I can only imagine.” You said, “Just from what I’ve seen at our dinners and the zoo trip… they’re a lot to wrangle.”
“Worth it though.” She smiled, looking out at where the guys were now apparently locked in a water war.
“Definitely.” You agreed, your eyes on Bradley and his rippling muscles on display.
“He’s one of the good ones, Y/N.” She remarked, catching you staring at Bradley. “I know you’re going through it right now, and might not be fully ready, but know that it doesn’t get much better than Bradshaw. He’s safe. And I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not, but he’s gone for you and Gracie.”
“We actually talked… Monday after Jake and I got back from court.” You admitted. “He laid all the cards on the table. I really like him, Nat. A lot. He’s so easy to fall for. He’s amazing with Gracie… I know he’s one of the good ones…”
“But…?” She pushed, maintaining eye contact.
“I’m a mess. I come with a lot of baggage and I’m scared.” You said, “Not of him. I’m scared of being too much of shit show and dragging him down. He deserves so much more than that.”
“Sweetie, he might look like he’s got it all together, but that man comes with some pretty heavy baggage too.” She replied gently, “Rooster has some trust issues caused by Mav. They’re good now, but there’s history there. He also has baggage relating to everything that went down with his dad and seeing how it affected his mom. BUT…despite all that, he’s willing to take the risk and trust you with his heart. I can see it all over his face. You should also know, he’s never been like this with anyone before. He’s… different with you and Gracie. He’s settled… calm. All I’m saying is… if you feel the same about him, go with it, Y/N… trust him.”
“I think I’ve decided I am.” You said, “He’s taking me out tonight, which is why you and Jake are on babysitting duty.”
“I wondered about that.” She smiled, “Good. Just stay out of your head. Don’t think.”
“Just do.” You finished, laughing at the catchphrase that had taken over the Dagger squad.
“See? You fit right in.” She smirked, before pushing some sand towards Gracie, who was busy scooping the sand into her bucket.
“Speaking of giving guys a chance…” You said, leveling her with a look. “You should know that the same applies to you and my brother. Jake also doesn’t let many in, or let his guard down, yet around you…. He’s himself one hundred percent of the time. He trusts you to see the real Jake. The softer, sometimes insecure Jake. He LIKES you… a lot. It scares him though. He doesn’t want to screw up the friendship with you because it’s something he treasures dearly.”
“I really like him too.” She admitted, “A Lot. I keep trying to drop hints or show him, but I just assumed he wasn’t interested… that him being flirty is just Jake.”
“You’re both idiots.” You laughed, “Ok, so here’s what’s going to happen… tonight after Gracie is in bed, the two of you need to talk. I’ll have dinner delivered for you. My brother is oblivious, Nat… you can’t be subtle.”
“What if I freak him out and he really doesn’t want to try anything beyond friendship?” She asked, “We just got reassigned to Top Gun with the Dagger squad… I can’t put in for reassignment.”
“You’re not going anywhere!” You exclaimed, “This will work out. I promise. Have you seen him flirt with anyone else since you all came back from the mission? Has he hooked up with any females or left the bar with any? The answer to that is no… because Jake is completely on team Phoenix.”
“Mommy, I hungy.” Gracie said, looking up from her buckets.
“Ok, Sweet Girl,” You said, “Let's rinse off then go back to the blanket and Mommy will get you lunch.”
You picked up your sandy toddler and walked into the water with her, rinsing off the sand as best as you could. You’d have to wipe her down with the towel and some baby wipes before she could eat. You got Jake and Bradley’s attention, letting them know you were gonna get lunch stuff ready. Nodding, they made their way back to shore as well.
After everyone ate, Jake and Phoenix decided to take a walk for a bit. Gracie was starting to rub her eyes and get sleepy so you placed her in the pack n play under the umbrella, with a towel over her and she drifted off to sleep quickly.
You and Bradley settled down onto the blanket laid out under the beach umbrella next to the pack n play.
“This was a really good idea.” You told him, “It’s been an amazing day.”
“It really has.” He agreed. “I think our plan is working on Jake and Nat too, so added bonus.”
“It is! She admitted to really liking him… and she’s been trying to subtly let him know.” You said, “I told her tonight she has to spell it out for him. Jake doesn’t always pick up on subtleties.”
“That’s the truth!” He laughed. “I have to admit though, Sweetheart, as much as I’m enjoying today and getting to see you in this amazing swimsuit… I’m really looking forward to taking you out to dinner tonight.”
“I’m really looking forward to it too.” You smiled, “But I’ve also been enjoying the view of you shirtless today. It’s kinda distracting.”
“Distracting huh,” He smirks, turning his body towards you.
“You know you’re hot, Flyboy.” You replied, playfully rolling your eyes.
“I’ve done alright, but I wouldn’t classify myself as ‘hot’, Sweetheart.” He said, averting his eyes.
“I thought you had to have good eyesight to fly those expensive planes.” You said, leaning over to nudge him gently.
“I mean, yeah…” He replied, looking back up at you with confusion in his eyes.
“I’m thinking maybe you need your vision checked, Lieutenant.” You teased, “If you can’t see that you’re incredibly good looking, I don’t know that you should be flying those planes.”
“Trust me, Sweetheart,” He said, leveling you with a steamy look, before allowing his eyes to wander, “There’s nothing wrong with my vision.”
Now it was your turn to avert your gaze, heat creeping over your body again. Even though you weren’t entirely sure what you were doing or where this was going, it felt really good to be noticed and to know that Bradley was attracted to you.
The warmth of the day and the sound of the waves lulled you into a drowsy state, and at some point relaxed you to the point of falling asleep. Bradley watched you, committing this moment to his memory. He was no match for the sun and waves though either, and ended up falling asleep next to you, one arm tucked under his head as a pillow the other ended up draped over your stomach.
“Do we wake them up?” Jake asked, taking in the scene in front of him when him and Phoenix returned from their walk.
“Nah, let them sleep.” She replied, smiling, “It’s sweet. They’re both completely relaxed, not a care in the world.”
“I doubt Tulip has let her guard down like this in a very long time.” Jake agreed, “It’s nice to see. He’s one of the only guys I’d trust with my sister.”
“She really likes him.” Phoenix said, “A lot. She’s scared that she’s got too much baggage though. I set her straight on that.”
“Good.” He replied, “Thank you, Nix. It means a lot to me that you’ve become her friend. She needs it.”
“You don’t have to thank me, Jake.” She replied, “I really like your sister. She’s easy to be friends with.”
Jake grabbed his phone from the bag he’d set it in and opened the camera app, capturing the moment before him. Phoenix chuckled, shaking her head.
“Blackmail?” She asked
“Nope. Just figured they’d want this moment someday.” Jake admitted, smiling. “Those two are going to be each other’s endgame. Princess G will get to grow up with two parents that love her and she’ll see what it’s supposed to look like. She won’t grow up like we did.”
“Jake, I can’t imagine what it was like for you and Y/N growing up” Phoenix said, “But the two of you grew up to be incredible people despite it all. Just… don’t doubt that, ok?”
“Thank you, Nat.” He replied softly, “You don’t know how much that means.”
After Gracie’s nap, and yours and Bradley’s impromptu nap, everyone spent a little more time in the water and playing with Gracie in the sand before rinsing off in the outdoor showers and loading the vehicles again.
Bradley dropped you off, promising to return at 6 to get you for your dinner date. Phoenix had brought a change of clothes with, so she showered in Jake’s shower while you showered and got ready in the main bathroom.
You weren’t really sure where Bradley planned to take you, so you decided to wear a sundress with a cardigan in case it got cooler once the sun set and paired it all with strappy sandals to complete the look. You left your hair down after showering, deciding to just dry it and let it hang in soft waves.
You left your room to head out to the living room. Gracie was playing with her toys, freshly bathed and in jammies. Jake, haven given her a bath while you were getting ready.
“You look gorgeous, Y/N!” Phoenix said, once you’d entered the room.
“Thank you,” You replied, smiling, “I’m not sure where we’re going…so I didn’t want to go too fancy or too casual.”
“You look beautiful, Tulip.” Jake said, coming in from the kitchen with drinks for himself and Phoenix. “I ordered pizza, it’ll be here in 45 minutes.”
“Sounds great.” Phoenix said, “Does Gracie like pizza? I can make her something else if she doesn’t.”
“She loves pizza.” You assured her, “Hopefully she doesn’t give y’all too much trouble falling asleep tonight.”
“I’m sure with all the fresh air she got today, she’ll pass right now.” Jake laughed, “But you’re not allowed to worry or even think about that while you’re out. Enjoy the time with Rooster. We’ve got this under control.”
“Thank you for taking care of her.” You replied, “You’re a fantastic uncle… and the best big brother.”
“Mommy, come pway?” Gracie asked from her play area.
“Mommy is going to go out for a bit with Bradley for dinner.” You said, walking over to her and crouching down next to her, “You’re going to stay here with Uncle Jakey and Nix.”
“We’re going to have so much fun, Princess G.” Jake said.
The doorbell rang and Jake stepped over to open the door.
“Come on in.” he said, “Lookin’ sharp, Rooster.”
“Thanks, Hangman.” He chuckled, stepping into the house.
“Woosta!” Gracie exclaimed, running over to him. You smiled, standing back up, as Bradley picked her up.
“Hi, Princess.” He chuckled, hugging her to him. She immediately laid her head down on his shoulder, snuggling into him. Unable to resist, you pulled your phone out and snapped a quick picture. He looked up, flashing a warm smile towards you. “You look beautiful, Sweetheart.”
“Thank you,” You replied, “You look pretty hot yourself.”
“Alright, you two.” Jake said, “It’s time for our slumber party with Princess G. No Moms and Roosters allowed.”
“Sounds like you’re going to have so much fun, Princess.” Bradley said, walking with her towards you.
“Come give Mommy hugs and kisses, Sweet Girl.” You said, reaching for her. She put her arms out for you to take her and immediately snuggled into you.
“Wuv you Mommy.” She said softly.
“I love you too Baby Girl.” You replied, “Be good for Uncle Jakey and Nix ok?”
“Otay.” She said, then looked back at Bradley, “Wuv you Woosta.”
“I love you too, Princess.” He replied, leaning down to drop a kiss on her head.
“Have her home by midnight.” Jake said, “No funny business. I’d hate to have to kick your ass.”
“Wow, Jakey.” You laughed, shaking your head.
“Ok, Dad, let the kids go on their date.” Phoenix laughed. Shaking her head at Jake. “You two go have fun, we’ve got it under control.”
“Thanks, Nat.” You replied, hugging Gracie again before handing her to Jake. “Thanks Jakey.”
“It’s not a problem, Tulip. I get time with two beautiful ladies. It’s a win win.” Jake replied.
After saying goodbyes Bradley leads you out to the Bronco, opening the passenger door and helping you up before going around to the driver’s side and sliding in.
“I asked Jake for ideas of where to go… I didn’t wanna blow my one shot…” He said, giving you a sheepish look, “So I hope you like the Italian place he suggested.”
“Bradley, there is zero chance of you blowing this.” You assured him, “Italian sounds great.”
He visibly relaxed as he backed out of the driveway and started the journey to the restaurant.
“I feel like I’m the one that should be nervous.” You teased, “It’s been… a while….since I’ve been on a date.”
“Are you? Nervous?” he asked, glancing over at you.
“I was.” You admitted, “Getting ready, I was kinda a mess. But I’m not now. I feel comfortable with you… safe. You have a calming presence.”
He reached across the seat, taking your hand in his own, “You have no idea how much that means to me, Sweetheart.” He said softly, “I feel the same… being with you is calming. I love getting to spend time with you and Gracie, especially after a crazy week on base. I live for Fridays.”
“You never have to wait for Fridays,” You said, “Gracie and I would love to see you any day of the week.”
“You’re killing me, Sweetheart.” He groaned, “I know we need to take this slowly, but I didn’t realize how difficult that would be. I fall deeper every minute we get to spend together.”
“I’m sorry, Bradley.” You said, a mixture of feelings swirling inside you. You were happy and felt good that he was just as affected as you were, but feelings of guilt surfaced because of all of your baggage and the fact that you were still technically married was holding everything back. He needed someone who was free to love him the way he deserved without being bogged down.
“Hey, Sweetheart, no.” He said, squeezing your hand reassuringly, “Don’t apologize. I will happily go as slow as you need and wait as long as needed for the opportunity to be with you. You are worth it, Y/N.”
You gave him a soft smile, squeezing his hand back.
“You shouldn’t have to wait around for someone to figure their life out though. It’s not fair to you.” You said quietly.
“Sweetheart, some things in life are very much worth the wait.” He replied, “YOU are one of those things. I WANT to wait and be here when you’re ready. I want nothing more than a shot with you and Gracie.”
“You have more than a shot, Bradley.” You replied, deciding to trust in his words and in what Natasha had told you earlier at the beach, “Just promise if it gets to be too much, you’ll tell me. I don’t want to hold you back.”
“I promise.” He said, flashing you a bright smile that went all the way to his honeyed eyes, “It won’t be too much, but I promise to keep open communication with you. Do you promise to tell ME if it’s too much, if you need more or need me to back off?”
“I promise.” You said, “But I don’t want or need you to back off.”
You arrived at the restaurant, Bradley once more opening your door and keeping his hand on the small of your back as you walked in. Once seated you ordered drinks before the waiter left you to look over menus. The night went smoothly, falling into easy conversation with Bradley. The two of you talked about everything and anything that came up. The more you learned about the aviator the further you fell for him. You knew you were dangerously close to falling in love with him.
“That was so good.” You sighed, taking a final bite of the chocolate cake you and Bradley had ordered to share. “I’m so full.”
“It was pretty good.” Bradley agreed, “I like that layered cake you made last week better though. That was amazing.”
“That’s Gracie’s favorite too.” You smiled, “I’ll have to make it again soon…for two of my favorite people.”
“I have it on good authority that you’re our favorite person too.” He replied, reaching across the table to gently take your hand in his again. “I’ve really enjoyed tonight, Sweetheart… not really ready for it to end… How would you feel about taking a walk? Or if you want, we can go to the Hard Deck.”
“I’m really enjoying it too.” You replied, “How about we walk on the beach near the Hard Deck and if we decide to get a drink we’ll be right there?”
“That sounds perfect.” He replied.
After Bradley paid the check, the two of you walked out hand in hand to the Bronco. The ride to the beach parking closest to the Hard Deck was relaxed, Bradley never letting go of your hand. He had the radio set to a classic rock station but the volume down so you could still talk.
The parking lot was essentially deserted when he pulled in, only a few cars remaining. It was close enough to the Hard Deck, it sometimes doubled as overflow parking when needed. It didn’t appear to be the case tonight.
The two of you made your way to the beach, kicking off shoes once you reached the sand. You walked hand in hand down the beach, enjoying each other’s company and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. After a while Bradley paused, tugging on your hand gently to get you to stop.
“Want to sit here for a while? The sun will be completely setting soon.” He suggested.
“Sure.” You replied, smiling softly. You followed him over to some rocks that had been smoothed out over time, making them perfect for sitting on.
Bradley sat down first, then pulled you down to sit in front of him, allowing you to rest against him. His arms coming around you to hold you.
“Is this ok?” He asked softly, his breath warm against your ear.
“It’s perfect.” You replied, relaxing into him. You rested your hands on his legs, sinking back into his warmth.
“This is way better than the Hard Deck.” He said, chuckling. “I love Penny and it’s a fun place to hang out, but this way I don’t have to share you.”
“I’ve not been there yet to make the judgment, but I think it would be really hard to top this.” You replied, “Penny offered me a part time job there though until I get my life figured out. I just need to find a temporary part time sitter until Amelia is off for the summer.”
“You’ll like working with Penny. She’s great.” He replied, “It’ll be good for you to be out of the house too, and good for Gracie to be around new people.”
“I’m just scared to trust anyone with her.” You admitted. “Scared Trent will show up and take her while I’m not there to protect her.”
“We won’t let that happen, Sweetheart.” He replied, “We will find someone to watch her where she’s completely and 100% safe.”
“Do you know how absolutely amazing you are?” You asked, moving your head so you could look back at him. “I can’t even express how full my heart gets when I see you with Gracie and how sweet you are with her. I don’t know how we got so lucky to get to have you in our lives.”
“Sweetheart, I’m the lucky one.” He replied, his voice thick with all the emotions he was feeling, “You and Gracie are all I never knew I was missing from my life. I don’t even want to think about my life without you two now. I was just sort of existing on auto-pilot until walking into Jake’s that day on an SOS Princess mission.”
“I can’t give you a definitive time for everything with Trent to be wrapped up, but I promise, Gracie and I aren’t going anywhere.” You said.
“I don’t need a timeline, Sweetheart.” He replied, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “I’m not going anywhere either.”
You continued to sit together, watching as the sun set over the water. The sky changed colors until darkness settled in. Once the sun set the temperature started to drop, making you shiver despite Bradley’s warm body against your back.
“You’re getting cold, Sweetheart.” Bradley said, noticing the shivering, “Let’s head back to the Bronco. We can decide where to go from there.”
“Ok,” You replied, “I wasn’t anticipating such a big difference in the temp once the sun set.”
“It’s not as noticeable, unless you’re on the water.” He replied, “By the beach, you end up feeling the difference more.”
You walked back the way you’d come, hand in hand. This time you stopped to put your shoes back on before hitting the pavement of the parking lot.
Once back at the Bronco, Bradley walked with you to the passenger side. Instead of opening the door, he turned so that he was standing facing you, one of his hands coming up to cup your face. You leaned into his hand, enjoying the feel of it against his warm palm. You moved your hands up and around to his back, while he moved his other hand up to cup your face, looking into your eyes. You took a slight step closer, your hands moving up on his back in the process.
“Sweetheart, I don’t want to misread this situation…” He said, “But I really want to kiss you right now.”
“You’re not misreading anything.” You whispered.
Bradley leaned in slowly, giving you time to change your mind. His hands moved into your hair, tipping your head back and leaning further down until his soft lips connected with your own. A few seconds later, he pulled back to see your reaction. Seeing you smile, he leaned back in, chasing your lips again. You tightened your grip on his back, trying to get closer. He holds you tighter, his tongue snaking out to lick the seam of your lips. You open, granting him access, your own tongue meeting his as you both tentatively give in to the attraction that had been building. You remain locked in the heated exchange for what felt like hours but was only moments, before the need for oxygen forced you to separate enough to pull in shaky breaths.
“Holy shit.” Bradley whispered, not able to trust his voice. “That was incredible.”
“You are an exceptionally good kisser, Bradley.” You replied, your voice shaky from the kiss.
“That was all you, Sweetheart.” He said, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this affected by a kiss before.”
“I thought the ‘feeling fireworks’ or ‘sparks flying’ were just figures of speech.” You smiled, “I can confirm it is an actual occurrence.”
“Right there with you,” He smirked, “I need a minute to recover here.”
By the time Bradley was pulling the Bronco onto Jake’s street it was close to 11. The two of you had stopped at the Hard Deck for a drink before calling it a night. Coyote, Payback, Fanboy and Bob had been there. They tried to coerce Bradley into a game of pool, but he’d firmly declined, wanting to devote all of his attention to you.
“I had a really good time tonight, Bradley.” You said, smiling over at him. Your hands were once again entwined. “Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure, Sweetheart.” He replied, smiling over at you. “I hope I get to take you out again soon… and I’d love to spend time with you and Gracie together too.”
“We’d both love that” You assured him. “And look, we’re home before midnight.”
“That we are.” He agreed, then frowned at an unfamiliar car parked on the street with Texas plates. “Hey, Sweetheart, do me a favor and call Jake quick. Tell him and Nat to come outside. You’re going to go with Nat into the house and call the police. Stay inside with Gracie.”
“Bradley, what’s going on?” You asked, looking around to see what you’d missed, your eyes landing on the very familiar car. You felt bile start to rise in your throat, your heart started to race.
“Baby, I need you to stay calm ok?” Bradley said, “There is nothing he can do to you. Neither Jake nor I will let him anywhere near you, I promise you that. Can you please call Jake? I’m going to park and get out so I’m able to get you ok?”
You nodded then pulled your phone out and called Jake.
“Tulip, why are you calling me from the driveway?” Jake asked, confusion in his voice.
“Jakey” You whispered, fear choking your voice. “It’s Trent… he’s here.”
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Lucky.
༉‧₊˚. Featuring. Human!Rotxo x Fem! Human! Reader.
༉‧₊˚. Request From [@livelaughloak]. ok last one i swear. fluff #28 with rotxo please 🙏 thank you, also sia im so proud of you for reaching 500 you’re so amazing.
༉‧₊˚. Summary. You forget to do your homework, luckily you have an amazing best friend to help you.
༉‧₊˚. General Tags. Modern!au, college!au, and fluff.
༉‧₊˚. Content Warnings. Aged!up Rotxo.
༉‧₊˚. Word Count. 506.
༉‧₊˚. Notes. This is my first Rotxo fic, I’m so excited to put this out, I hope y’all like it!
༉‧₊˚. Extra. Comments, likes, and reblogs are highly appreciated but not pressured. 🤍
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Tick tock, tick tock. Time was running out and you still haven’t made any progress on the physics assignment you were supposed to do last night but were too busy binge-watching your [favorite show]. You decided it was best to go to the library and try to get it done before class started but you didn’t notice how hard it could be and now it’s only ten minutes till class starts.
‘I can’t fail this class, I need the credits,’ you thought to yourself as you stared at the blank sheet.
You look across the table to where Rotxo, your best friend, is sitting, studying his notes.
He always waited for when you’d arrive on campus with your [favorite coffee] in his hand and when you said to him that you couldn’t talk much and needed to go to the library, he decided to follow you there saying he needed to study but deep down, he just wanted to be with you.
‘What am I going to do? I can’t go to class empty-handed,’ You think to yourself when your eyes landed on Rotxo again.
“I…I mean… I can ask him if I can copy off of him, of course putting it in my own words,’ you cringe at the thought.
‘No, I can’t ask him to do that,’ ‘But if I go in with a blank sheet, I’m definitely going to fail the class, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind,’ you finally made up your mind as you think of a way to bring up the question, you open your mouth slightly to say something but Rotxo beats you to it.
“Let me guess, you want to copy my homework?” he says as his eyes meet your confused gaze.
“W…What, why would you think that?” you let out a nervous chuckle as Rotxo gives an ‘Are you kidding’ face.
“You’re literally my best friend, I know you well enough to know you spent last night watching your show,” he says with a slight smirk on his face.
“Alright fine, I couldn’t resist, it was just so good if I didn’t watch it, I’d have been spoiled,” you said as you watched him playfully roll his eyes at you.
“Please let me copy your homework just this once,” you say as you give him puppy dog eyes knowing he couldn’t resist, he lets out a sigh as he goes into his bookbag, taking out a folder.
“You’re so lucky you’re hot,” he lets out a chuckle as he lays the sheet next to him and you smile as you get up and walk over to him pulling out the chair but before you sit down, you kiss his cheek.
“Thank you so much, Ro, you’re a lifesaver,” you sit and focus on the sheet. “Y...Your welcome,” he says softly as heat rushes to his cheeks knowing that he’ll not forget the kiss you gave him even if it was only on the cheek, he was going to treasure the memory for the rest of his life.
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The Jinnobi Challenge - 2023
Hello everyone! As per usual I’m letting you know super early about the Jinnobi Challenge coming up in August so that everyone has plenty of time to get started on work(s). This will be the 7th annual Jinnobi Challenge (previous master lists of submissions : 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022).
So here’s all the info and FAQ for those who are thinking of participating in this Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon challenge (I will repost this info periodically as it gets closer to the challenge). I have added a new rule to the challenge so be sure to check that out below.
When is it?: The challenge will run from August 1 – August 31. Any Jinnobi work you submit must be complete and it must be submitted sometime during August 1 – August 31. You have from now until August to work on submissions. PLEASE DO NOT POST YOUR SUBMISSION BEFORE THE CHALLENGE STARTS. Due to time differences in various countries, I do allow people to post on September 1st.
Who can enter: The challenge is open to writers, artists and everyone in between. Art, poetry, photo manips, videos, gifsets, fanfiction, it’s all welcome. There’s no theme except it has to be Obi-Wan Kenobi/Qui-Gon Jinn. It can be set during the prequels, the originals, the kenobi show, or an AU. It’s up to you. You can submit multiple entries too if you’d like. For fic writers there’s no limit on the length of your fic(s).
How to enter: When August 1st, comes around you’re welcome to post your complete work on whatever social network or fanfiction site you are comfortable using. Please tag your work (if you can tag) with the tag Jinnobi Challenge 2023 or The Jinnobi Challenge 2023 whether it’s a fic, art, or a post. Message me with a link to your work (or links, if you submit more than one work), once you’ve published it so I know to put it on the master list!
I can also be reached on A03, but I tend to check tumblr much more regularly so if you want a fast response, I recommend contacting me via that.
Rules:
1. No underage relationships. (underage = below 18 years of age)
2. No Abuse or Noncon between the main pairing (Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon)
3. If you post anything triggering, please tag it with the appropriate warnings
4. Your fic must have a rating on it (the challenge is open to all ratings)
5. If you’re posting a long WIP, the first chapter must be posted on or after August 1, and the last chapter has to be posted before August 31, so I don’t recommend it unless you know you can get it done in that time.
FAQ:
What if I don’t have anything ready, but I do have a Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan work I happened to post in August?: As long as the quiobi fic (or art, etc) is complete and was posted between the 1st and 31st of August 2023, you can tag it Jinnobi Challenge 2023 and enter it in the challenge.
What if it’s not slash?: This challenge celebrates the Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan ship. Pre-slash is fine, just please no ‘Qui-Gon as a parent figure to Obi-Wan’ fics as that is not what this challenge is about.
What if it’s a fic in a series?: if it’s a standalone complete story in a series than yes, it qualifies.
What if I already entered it in a different quiobi fic challenge?: The fic must be a new fic posted in August 2023 (no reposting old works unless it’s an extreme rewrite to basically be nothing like the original) and it must be complete. It’s ok with me if it is tagged in another challenge as long as it meets the guidelines for this challenge but you’ll want to check if it’s ok with the other challenge you posted it in.
What if it’s Obi/Qui/others? Or there’s Obi/other, Qui/other, but still Qui/Obi?: The main pairing should still be Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon, even if it’s poly, or if there are other partners or past/present relationships.
Does it have to follow a prompt?: No. As long as it’s Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan and complete it can be about anything. If you want a prompt to work with here are a few you can choose to use for inspiration:
1. Lost outside in bad weather
2. One character secretly makes a gift for the other character.
3. A friendly but ongoing disagreement about jedi philosophy/lightsaber technique/force skill.
4. An undercover mission that doesn’t go as planned.
5. A kiss at an unexpected time.
Can be as angsty, fluffy, or as AU as you want as long as it follows the rules of the challenge.
Is there a prize this year?: Yes! I want to continue having a prize each year. Each person who enters in the challenge will be automatically entered once into a drawing and I will randomly draw a name once the challenge is over. (I’ll have a more detailed post about the prize in a few weeks)
By the first or second week of September, I’ll put up a master post with links to all the amazing stuff everyone has created!!!
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SKZ REACT to...
▹ your tattoos & piercings !
part of my eight as fate event !! ( requested by @ruesbloos ♡ )
genre/s: ot8 reaction headcanon, gn reader, platonic, fluff & humor
wc: ~840
warning/s: swearing, my dumb commentary :D
a/n: i’ve been super busy lately so this has actually been close to done for a while but not posted lol. it’s spring break for me now so hopefully i’ll get more requests done this week :) this one’s a bit short (and kinda lame djfjd) but i hope y’all enjoy it !!
▹ CHAN
bro if u have tattoos this man will go absolutely feral
WHAT DO THEY ALL MEAN !?! RIGHT NOW RIGHT NOW TELL HIM
if any of them have some sort of deep significance, he will EAT THAT SHIT UP oml
he’d want to know the meaning behind every single one AND where and when you got them
you’re automatically 10x cooler
and with piercings, i don’t think he’d make too big a deal about it but he’d definitely stare at them a lot. i think he’d be suuuper jealous either way HAHA
▹ MINHO
would get upset that you never showed him before
it’s like when felix and seungmin didn’t know he had three cats. those same exact vibes.
you wouldn’t even show him. he’d spot a tattoo by accident and just take a massive (maybe even cartoonish) double take.
with a piercing, it would probably be even funnier. if you had a tragus piercing he didn’t know about and he got a quick glance of it in passing, he’d follow closely beside you with his head obnoxiously close to your ear to get a better look
i’m sorry but it’s so hard for me to picture anything else but minho being all >>:(((( at you for not telling him this very important information !!!! how dare u..
▹ CHANGBIN
if you had piercings he’d make fun of you for having so many holes in your face but then he’d stare at the piercings as if they were your eyes
it’d be unintentional, but you can tell he’s just fully staring straight at your ears lmao
and if you DARE point it out or make fun of him he would simply shout in anguish
just let him BE (jk jk)
with tattoos he’d probably have the same reaction as chan, but he wouldn’t tell you that.
he’ll just be like “oh ok cool” and stare at them forever before you literally have to ask him if he wants to know the backstory
in which case he’ll get EXTREMELY invested in the stories behind your body art and accessories jsjsj
▹ HYUNJIN
to be completely honest it’s hard for me to picture his reaction !! (gasp)
i think that similarly to minho, he’d be salty that you never showed him your piercings or tattoos !! at first he’d think he just never noticed lol
wants to know the stories !!! woohoo !!!
however...
you: “nipple piercings hurt sooo bad. like an 100/10 on the pain scale”
hyunjin: *cue classic hyunjin disgust face*
or with tattoos, if you have any on your fingers he’d think they’re really cool and might even consider getting some of his own
but then you explain the feeling of getting one to him...
aaaand then he’s Disgusted once again !! HAHA
▹ JISUNG
his immediate reaction is to poke it. tattoo or piercing.
you’re like ,,,,,,h u h
but he just… *poke*
and you can both laugh it off but it’s incredibly hilarious and endearing to you.
“WHAT’S THAT PLACE CALLED” he’d say, poking your daith piercing. this, of course, would prompt a very interesting ear anatomy lesson.
“WE SHOULD GET MATCHING TATTOOS :D” and/or “WE SHOULD GET MATCHING PIERCINGS :D”
and you know what? YEAH. you should. and you probably will. pop off !!!
▹ FELIX
he would be AMAZED
he knew you were cool but you have LITERAL ART ALL OVER YOUR BODY ??? SICK
he’d stare at your tattoos like changbin and piercings, but he’d be very obvious about it......... which is Very Cute-
he’d play with your piercings in the cutest way imaginable !!!!!
like if you had a belly button piercing he’d take EVERY SINGLE CHANCE HE GETS to play with it under your shirt
you’re hugging? he’s playing with your piercing.
you’re cuddling? he’s playing with your piercing.
you’re doing literally anything at any given moment? he’s playing wi- you get it.
▹ SEUNGMIN
i think he’d have a similar reaction to minho (but to a lesser degree lol)
if you had a tongue piercing he’d be like “y/n when the fuck” and just point at your tongue like :o
he’d be super interested to know the story behind getting your piercings or tattoos, even if they’re not something he’d get himself
(at least i don’t see him getting any… despite the edits i have saved to my camera roll…… sjkdf)
but yeah !! he’d want to know the backstory behind the placements, the parlor, the people… everything !!! and if any of the stories are random or dumb, he’d be sure to clown you for it... :)
▹ JEONGIN
jeongin: “hey bestie let’s get our first tattoos together <333”
you: “i already have like four”
jeongin: “BESTIE HOW COULD YOU”
sdkjh in all seriousness i think he’d be the most visibly jealous (still playfully, ofc)
if you say you went with a friend to get one of your tattoos or piercings he’d be like “HMM VERY INTERESTING.. NOW WHERE WAS I ???”
and when you show them to him he’d pretend to be salty but you can tell that deep down he thinks they’re the coolest things he’s ever seen
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Yandere Profile - Izuku Midoriya/Deku (BNHA/MHA)
I'm showing up in tags again yay! Time to repost this
Finally I am dishing out MHA content and kicking off with one of my favorite boys nice
TWs: Fem!Reader, Yandere, kidnapping, delusional mindsets, infantilization, mentions of violence/mutilation, mentions of murder, mentions of fake suicide, n//s//fw themes/mentions/brief content, mentions of virginity/sex shaming, dark content, mentions of a high school setting
TWs (n//s//fw section/below the cut): noncon, brief dealing with/mentions of past sex trauma, generally depraved/dark content, pain content, infantilization
What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?
High key delusional. (I think everyone I've seen in the yan bnha community agrees on this lmao.) But really, he acts that way because he's not naturally that way - he has to make an active effort to lie to himself and to you in order to believe his delusions.
Obsessive. I mean, look at what this boy does to his heroes. You bet he has an entire notebook dedicated to your existence. It starts off simple, an entry regarding your quirk if you have one, or perhaps he feels compelled to write a simple entry about someone he met if you don't. Gradually it turns into a log of all his encounters with you, his observations of your day, his thoughts about you, a strict schedule of what you do. The things you do while he watches - you KNOW the boy is a stalker. He has a folder in his phone gallery of just quick snaps he's taken of you walking around, smiling, laughing, looking at your phone, lots of pictures from the back, sleeping at your desk, and a few more risky ones. The time he accidentally walked into the wrong shower room after a class and just happened to catch you getting out of the shower. Slightly blurry pictures through the window of the girls dorm of you getting dressed, laying in bed, sitting at your desk doing homework. Dark, barely visible images of your sleeping form just barely illuminated by moonlight. You really ought to lock those windows.
He's on the border where he's just comfortable enough to talk to you, but far too nervous to ever confess, or spend as much time with you as he'd like. Of course, preferably he could spend every waking moment by your side, but, he's aware enough to know you need space. He's fine with that. He's technically with you anyway, you just don't know it. And really, he likes stalking, genuinely. He likes the feeling of knowing you're unaware of his presence, the thrill of risk and the giddy satisfaction he gets knowing this is your candid, non-performing self, he can see what you're really, truly like when you think you're alone, and it's just so cute.
Particularly for a quirkless, civilian darling, or if darling's quirk has no combative purposes, he'll be much more protective. He's one to have the delusion that you're too fragile for the world, and that you're inevitably bound to get hurt, it's not safe out there. You're like a little kitten, one that's just a little too curious for her own good, doesn't know how big and bad the world is, how people who want to hurt her are out there. Kittens stay inside all day where they belong, safe to be the soft little housepets they are.
History/info stalker as well. He will find out everything about your past and you in general - memorize things like your height, birthday, grades, blood type, etc. Will also deep-dive through any social media you have, even managing to find anonymous ones, probably by sneaking through your phone as your sleep. He'll learn about your family, how well they treat you, gauges how hard they'll search for you. He'll want to know about any history you have regarding relationships and sex, too. He'll be disappointed to learn you've ever been with and done things with someone else, but that's ok. Everyone makes mistakes, and he can forgive that.
Massive savior complex. This goes double if he did save you from a situation -- he's literally your hero. And he expects that you should at least be grateful enough to acknowledge that. If your family or boyfriend or past boyfriends were abusive or unkind in any way, if you were generally struggling in school or work, if you had any sort of bad life, it will also emphasize this, and he feels he saved you from all of that, and is giving you a better life. And he'll remind you, frequently.
How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?
Inevitable, but he's a planner and he takes some time. He's smarter than he seems and he will formulate an extensive plan. If we're talking senior Izuku, well, he's limited, as he only has the dorms and his old apartment where his mother lives. He's likely to wait it out until post-graduation, wait until he gets his own place, which will now be as soon as possible. Whenever you plan to start university or hero work or whatever, well, you'll never actually make it there.
As for how, it depends on your trust. If he's managed to get close to you as he hopes to, at least to the point of friendship, he'll likely just invite you over, one last time before you go your separate ways in life. You walk right into your own imprisonment, not thinking anything is off when he locks the door behind you. If not, if he was never that close to you, or you turn down his offer, well, he'll just do it the old fashioned way. You're a naive little thing, and you'll inevitably be walking by yourself at night at some point for whatever reason, and he knows how to make chloroform. He may look small-ish, but he has a deceptive strength even without the use of OFA, you can't actually hope to overpower him. If he can't catch you out walking, well, once again, you really ought to lock those windows.
Now, a hero Deku, a few years into his 20s and quickly gaining popularity, that sees some poor little civilian getting hurt, he'll just use the excuse of taking you to get help. Clearly you've suffered a concussion, you're not in your right mind, and if you pick up on what's going on and try to call for help, he'll just say so to passersby. People have no reason to distrust him, he's a well-reputed, extremely popular hero, he would never harm someone. So when he says he's just taking you to get medical assistance, no one bats an eye.
How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?
Like some of my previous yans, he's one that will intentionally set up escape opportunities just to see how well your conditioning is going. Leave the door unlocked, but sit and wait outside. Make the bonds just a little bit too loose to see if you wiggle out of them. Leave things that could be used as lockpicks to see how smart you are. It's all a test, though, don't worry. He'll be waiting right outside to make sure you don't actually end up going out into the world and getting yourself hurt. He'll be disappointed in you, but don't worry, he's not too mad - it's just his way of knowing you don't understand yet.
Generally, it's tight security. He's one to invest in electronic security -- a shock collar, tracking anklets, cameras that sense motion, a bracelet that tracks your heartbeat, and all of which send him notifications to his phone if anything is out of the ordinary. The cameras he'll be able to watch a live stream of at any time - he's gotten to where he eats lunch alone in his office so that he can just kick back and watch you.
Now, he has something of an urge to show you off, he would love nothing more than for the world to see what a cute little wife he has, but he restrains this urge for your safety. He has a lot of enemies, and he can't have them knowing about his weakness, he can't stand the thought of you getting hurt because of him. So don't expect to even have anyone who knows about you to rely on.
As for attempts... Should you manage to get through all his measures, well, clearly that means they weren't enough. He's another yandere that, you probably shouldn't try unless you are one hundred percent certain you'll succeed, because if not you likely won't get another chance. Security measures will bump up, and he'd likely implant something in you - a tracking chip beneath the skin, deep enough you can't hope to cut it out. That way, even if you get out into the city, he can easily find you and save you again. If you seriously manage to escape for a while, he doesn't handle it well emotionally, to be honest, he might get pretty upset, but again, everyone makes mistakes, so if you apologize -- and you will, even if he has to resort to unpleasant measures to force one out of you -- he'll forgive you.
How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?
Izuku is significantly smarter than he seems, much like his strength. Despite his deluded nature, he still recognizes that, since she's too dumb to comprehend her own safety, she's likely to try and pull tricks to get back out of her cage. He's perceptive and can read facial expressions and tone of voice very well, so if you're a good liar there's about a 75% chance he'll pick up on it -- anything else and he definitely will.
He's likely to go along with it, just to expose your lies or plan in the end. He likes giving you the humiliation because it will hopefully make you even less likely to do it in the future.
How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?
Izuku goes out of his way to keep you well-entertained, but it's all very... infantilizing. For example, he gets you streaming services and the like, but puts parental content locks on everything so you basically can only consume extremely g-rated type of content. He doesn't want you watching anything violent, or dirty or vulgar, it's not suiting such an innocent little thing. He won't even let you watch the news, unless occasionally forcing you to watch something that he knows is being aired about him, in which case he wants you to see so you're reminded of how good he is. He'll also be able to see your search history, and know if you tried to look up anything he wouldn't approve of, especially things like lockpicking or "how to disable human shock collar," you know, that sorta thing. Or more... adult things, which are also blocked. Besides, you have him, you don't need that.
He'll let you cook, but only in his presence, can't have you getting hurt without him there to fix it. You'll probably start off restrained to a bedroom -- a very heavily safety-proofed one -- in the beginning, gradually earning the privilege of going to other rooms once you've proven you can be trusted.
He'll also really try to get you almost anything you want, really. Clothes, books, hobby supplies, anything he thinks will make you happy and adjust more easily. You can use this to your advantage, really, if you're willing to settle in for your new lifestyle.
What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?
Of course, besides the obvious no escaping, no outside contact, and no attacking him, he's actually still got a lot of behavioral rules. Much like the content he allows you to consume, he expects the same from you -- no cursing, no drinking, no vulgarity. No handling knives while he's gone, and he'll know if you do, from the motion-sensing cameras that will alert him of your presence in the kitchen. He's one to humiliate you. Specifically, if you've proven you can't behave at all, or tried to really fight him, he'll get you a nice big cage to live in until you have learned your lesson. The kind they make for big dogs, short enough to force you on all fours, complete with bedding, a padlock, and a water bowl for you to drink from. You'll stay there until you can understand what you did wrong and are ready to grovel at his feet about it. During that time, he'll also ignore anything you say, acting like you're not there.
How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?
He can't risk anything that would damage his reputation and career, so murder is off the table. Unless, of course, it's not murder, but rather a sort of, how do they call it... suicide by hero. There was no other choice, really. It's sad to have a kill on his record, but people understand that sometimes these things happen.
This changes if someone has hurt you in any way -- in that case, he's not hesitating to actually kill someone. The thought of someone hurting his little treasure is infuriating, not only at them, but at himself for not coming into your life and saving you sooner. He'll be sure they know exactly why they're dying, that they spend their last moments begging for forgiveness for what they did to you.
How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?
Easier than you'd think. Izuku doesn't like his delusions being challenged since, again, he has to put in effort to believe them in the first place. If you're being bratty and having tantrums he won't let it slide - even the slightest step out of line is dealt with to ensure you'll at least hesitate before doing it again. If you are the bratty type and blatantly go out of your way to defy him and his rules to his face, it's ground for immediate and pretty intense punishment. His anger is terrifying in its own way. He's beaming, grinning from ear to ear, talking to you so sweetly, but with just the most subtle underlying tone that lets you know he's furious. It's a warning voice, telling you to fix your attitude or else. He doesn't cease the babytalk or petnames when he's mad, it actually gets worse, it helps him contain his fury. But when you hear him say sweetheart in that quiet, sweet, but low voice you've come to recognize and immediately become afraid, he's pretty pleased when it reaches a point where that alone can shut you up. He believes there's a healthy degree of fear that pets should have of their masters.
The easiest and fastest way to set him off by far, though, even more than being mean or disobedient, is silent treatment. That sets him off unlike anything else, and is most likely to make him snap to actual, unrestrained anger, finally showing his true rage and snarling at you, grabbing you by the throat and lifting you off the ground. It will only last a few moments, though, before he comes back to his senses and lets go, apologizing, telling you he hates doing that, but you really seem to try to make him mad, sometimes.
So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?
He kinda bounces back and forth. He's a bit of a worshipper, telling you how beautiful and amazing you are and how he doesn't deserve you, really no one does, you're angelic, nearly a goddess - but at the same time, you're also his little kitten. A pet to be controlled because you don't know what's good for you. Kept away from a world hellbent on harming you. When you agree with him or do what he wants, it's the former. When you disagree with him, it's the latter, and he talks down to you like you're a child.
How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?
He'll try until the day he dies. And try he does, very much so, always buying you gifts, telling you sweet things, reassuring you how much he loves you. Even if you show no sign of ever giving in, that doesn't deter him, ever the optimist. It can become infuriating... and maddening, slowly driving you to the brink of insanity. When it comes down to you trying to break him of his delusions versus him trying to break you into them... he will win, you will crack first. No matter how stubborn you think you may be, rest assured, he's even moreso.
Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?
I have a unique little headcanon... he hints to someone about your existence, and will select someone as a back-up caretaker. See, he's worried about the possibility of being killed in his heroism, and what would happen to his poor little kitten then? It might be weeks before someone enters his apartment, and they would never understand -- they would think he did something wrong, they would try to recondition you to the world, sure they'd have good intentions, but they wouldn't realize they're making things worse for you. So, he gets a very trusted friend, someone he knows would understand and... perhaps whom he gets the feeling has a bit of the same tendencies as himself, and more or less tells them that if something should happen to him, they need to go to his place, because something very important to him is there. As jealous as the thought of someone else having you makes him, he can't bear the thought of you being released back into the world... and you're still in the denial phase, so you still act like he's a bad guy and all that, so you might tarnish his name and legacy with lies. He can't have that. So, after careful consideration, he picks someone to take over as your caretaker, should something happen. He would rather know you're in the capable hands of someone he trusts than left to starve in his apartment or thrown out into the world, even if it means someone else having you.
Maybe an odd choice, but I could see him going for Shoto on that one. His personality may be very different from his own, and he may not be as close to him as some others, but he senses they have the same... tendencies and inclinations (am I implying he's definitely a yandere too? Yes), and be trusts him to care for you but also be able to handle and tame you. And honestly? He's one person he knows without a doubt will actually prefer to follow through and have you rather than disregarding his wishes - anyone else, and he's got a little doubt they might just not understand the situation, not understand your unique case, and take you to the police or God forbid, just release you back into the world. He leaves a little note with you (making sure to detail how you can be hard to handle, be patient with her, ok?) and tells you that should anyone with this physical description (I mean, it's a pretty unique description, not too many people look like Shoto), ever come and tell you that he's gone, give them the note, and be nice to your new owner, he's sure he'll love you too. But never forget, he loved you more.
General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?
Horny lil thing. His stalking tendencies result in a lot of perverted shit -- stealing your clothes, jerking off to all those pictures of you he's taken, putting hidden microphones in your room so he can hear when you're touching yourself. He's got a high drive, and jerks off quite a bit. Watching you in class often leads to his thoughts racing, and you notice he gets up to use the bathroom pretty frequently during class.
Prior to abduction, he's not brave enough to be touchy, although he will use his innocent demeanor to try and get a nice full-front hug every now and then that seems to last just a bit too long for comfort. After abduction, though? He makes up for all the touching he's wanted to do since he first saw you, wrapping arms around you all the time. When you're cooking he'll come up behind you and just wrap his arms around you, standing there and just enjoying feeling you. At night he's always very cuddle and wants to snuggle on the sofa or have you in his lap in some way. He also gets very grope-y beyond that point, frequently reaching up to cup your chest in his hands, squeezing your ass or thighs, or just spooning and grinding a hard-on against your ass.
How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?
Too far into the delusions to care. Granted he understands why you are so resistant, why you fight so hard - you're just scared, but don't worry, it will only hurt just a little bit. Or you're insecure - he'll tell you lots of sweet things, he would just hate for you to not know how much he worships you, you know.
Or maybe you're just prudish, or traumatized. Repeated resistance with time and failure to quickly give in leads him to this conclusion, he becomes convinced that maybe you were raised in a sex-negative environment, a too-conservative household, and you were taught to think such a thing was wrong. Maybe you had some kind of negative experience in the past. If you confess to either of these being true, that just solidifies in his mind that that's the sole reason you're so resistant. He'll adjust based on whatever the issue is - are you one of the "until marriage" people? Well it's not official, but he'll try to prove to you that you're basically married, even make a fake contract for you to sign, buy you a cute white dress and a cake and basically say this is no different from being truly married, after all, the government approval is a modern convention and in the past people were married just by vows.
Is it trauma? Well, as said before, he's reluctant to murder, but if that turns out to be the case, that knowledge is enough to push him over the edge, and he'll be sure to make them regret it while they die - he'll even be sweet enough to take a picture, show you how much they rightfully suffered, and he'll be so so sweet, reassuring you he's not like them, kissing your forehead even as he's ignoring your little cries to stop and sinking deep into you.
Just a prude? That's ok. He'll teach you otherwise, rid you of that mindset -- all the more reason to ignore your struggles and pleas, because once you feel good enough, you'll stop resisting. Once you understand how good sex is and how nice he can make you feel, he's confident he can turn you into his own little cock-hungry slut. And managing to do so -- making you cum despite how prudish you are -- gives him a massive ego boost. Especially if you did have past partners, because clearly they weren't doing their job well, since you're so frigid. He'll make you tell him how much better he is than anyone else from before.
He's not a patient man, he's far too eager and really there's nothing you can do to stop sex from happening like... probably within the first hour of your new life together. He's been waiting such a long time, you know. If you happened to be a civilian in the situation mentioned previously, and you didn't know each other beforehand, he might give you, say, 24 hours to adjust, but again, he's not patient.
What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?
Oral fixation
Just. He likes eating you out. A lot. Even if you don't. Even if he has to restrain you, holding you down so you can't squirm away. He likes the taste and the way it makes you squirm and writhe and whimper. He loves blowjobs, too. Just. Suck him off and he's wrapped around your finger, but be warned, he lacks self control in this area and will definitely end up grabbing your hair and just jerking your head like a fleshlight, forcing you to deep-throat him until he can cum down your throat.
Infantilization/Lingerie, corruption/defilement
Specifically the cute kind. He likes things like the kitty keyhole lingerie, thigh highs, schoolgirl uniforms, that sort of thing. Innocent looking, cutesy, lots of soft pinks and pastel colors. He never really ceases treating you like a dumb baby, even with sex, cooing at you and making you whimper, softly reassuring you everything is ok, and he'll make you feel good. He likes the innocence, even if you're not (convinces himself any past boyfriends "don't count" for whatever reason), and gets off to the idea that he's corrupting that innocence, ruining you, making you his and his alone. His little toy to play with and break and ruin, make sure you're so trained to his body and voice that no one else could ever make you feel as good as him. As aforementioned, he likes the idea of taking a little prude and turning you into a little cumslut that begs and whimpers for him. It's an ego, pride thing for him.
Petplay/D/S dynamic/Worship
Just. Kitten. It's good. He's super into the cat ears and tail, finding cute ears that perfectly match your hair color, and a little tail plug that makes you whimper when he slides it inside of you. Definitely calls you "kitten," or "kitty," and importantly, makes sure you call him your master. And good pets love their masters, worship them the way they deserve to be worshipped for taking care of you, feeding you, doing everything for you. Masters are their pets' whole world, and he will be to you, too. Also buys a collar, a nice thick one with a leash he can use to make you walk around on all fours, or use to yank you back onto him when you're getting fucked on your hands and knees.
Cockwarming
Unfortunately, the part of hero work they don't talk about as much is the paperwork. There's quite a bit, actually, and studying for license renewals. He's got a kinda short attention span and he needs some stimulation to keep him focused. Which is how you end up sitting in his lap at his desk, panties down on your ankles, holding perfectly still with him deep inside of you. He tells you not to move -- you'll distract him too much. Eventually, though, it can get to be too much, so he just ends up fucking up into you right there, but after he's done he'll stay inside, gradually getting hard again and repeating the process.
How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?
He likes the idea in theory, but ultimately decides against it for a couple of reasons. See, his little kitten is so... difficult, and he fears you might teach them to resent him. More importantly, people would wonder -- if he's got kids, where's the mom? He can't afford to have people snooping about that. Finally, much like with you, he fears that his enemies might kidnap his kids, or hurt them somehow to hurt him. If darling is especially well-behaved, once she's finally broken in and understands his way of seeing things and becomes more agreeable, there's a chance he'd consider it, but the concern over their safety would likely still stop him.
What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?
Definitely spanking and impact pain. He's gonna invest in it, too. Leather straps and hard rubber paddles -- probably gets one of the ones that have a little shaped hole or raised part that puts a nice little design imprint on your flesh. Likes making you count for the added humiliation, or making you choose a number of swats that you feel is appropriate for what you did -- but of course, if you go too low under what he had in mind, he'll go with his number and add extra, being sure to let you know you get more for underestimating what you deserve.
Speaking of the monitoring from cameras and all that above, he also has a firm rule that you can't touch yourself. And he'll know -- the bracelet you have alerts him to any increase in heart rate, and he can look into the cameras and see what you're doing. If you're trying to be sneaky, it's still obvious when your heart is racing while you're locked in a bathroom, or the little movements he can make out from under the covers. It also warrants punishment. You want orgasms that bad? Have some. Too many. He'll make you cum over and over, to the point it's horribly painful and sensitive, tying you firmly so you can't move an inch and can't get away from his fingers, tongue, vibrator, or whatever else he chooses. Keep going until you're sobbing and gasping for air, apologizing and crying that you won't do it again.
What body parts of their darling do they like the most?
Thigh boy. He likes using them as a pillow, feeling them wrapped around his head when he's eating you out, running his hands up and down the soft flesh. He's also fond of leaving little bite marks and hickeys all up the inside of your thighs -- not that anyone else sees, but it's just a little reminder to you of who you belong to.
#yandere bnha#yandere deku#yandere izuku#yandere my hero academia#yandere boku no hero academia#lena's asks
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disclaimer: this was written on 5/25/2021 then copy & pasted from my notes app on 6/7/2021. some of the author's notes will reference that this is my first fic using alternating pronouns, but i've practiced since then. i'm glad people wanted to see this purely self indulgent fluff. don't repost, obviously, but reblogging is okay :)
Shopping Trip
by alien-baby-boy
[tags] L/Light, fluff, clothes shopping, clothes sharing, bribery, he/they pronouns for L, because i said so, nonbinary L, cute, crossdressing, innuendos
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[summary]
"I will bribe you with sweets"
L hummed in thought, considering Light's offer.
"I'll also do that thing you like with my tongue, if you cooperate"
L grabbed his hand as they stood, "Let's go"
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Light sighed when he saw L wearing a plain white shirt and jeans, "Don't you have anything else to wear? People are going to think you're homeless."
"I don't care if they do, but I suppose I could wear one of your hoodies if necessary," L started looking through Light's closet as they spoke, "Light has a lot of clothing"
Light picked out a navy blue hoodie from his closet. "Wear this one, I've outgrown it & it'll compliment your skin tone. Do you have any other jeans?"
L took off his shirt, uncaring that Light was looking at his prominent ribcage and tiny waist as he slipped the hoodie on. "Mhm, a black pair."
Light examined the jeans, they were fairly stylish in an emo way and a much skinnier cut than what L usually wore. "Put those on"
L stepped in his jeans, they were a much better fit than the blue ones, with a rip in each knee showing a peek of smooth pale skin. "Light is aware I'm not a doll for dressing up, yes?"
"L is aware they are horrible at choosing outfits, yes?" Light teased with a smile. "C'mon, we're going shopping."
"No." L scrambled to think of an excuse, "I have work."
Light waved his hand in the air as if pushing what L said away, "It's Sunday. Your work can wait."
Light thought of ways to sweeten the offer as L shook their head. Light thought L was very pretty, and they'd look even prettier if they put effort into their appearance. Or at least let Light put in the effort for L. "I will bribe you with sweets"
L hummed in thought, considering Light's offer. He didn't really mind shopping, but L wanted to push his limits before agreeing too quickly. L's detective training could come in handy for every day life, after all. Plus, he was a bit of a brat.
Light smirked as he thought of a promise that would guarantee his companion's acceptance of going shopping & being dressed up "I'll also do that thing you like with my tongue, if you cooperate"
L grabbed his hand as they stood, "Let's go"
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Light held L's hand as they walked into a department store, "Knew you'd see it my way"
L hummed around the cherry lollipop in their mouth, discreetly scanning the building out of paranoia. Thankfully it was nearly empty with just a few workers and some customers L decided didn't look concerning.
Light was used to L's quirks by now and waited until he was done looking around before leading the way to shirts and jackets. "What size are you?" "Small? You really need to eat more than sweets."
L rolled his eyes, "One lecture at a time, Light. My eating habits are perfectly healthy and a fast metabolism is nothing to be worried over."
Light sighed, mentally shelving the conversation for another more private time. "Okay, Ryu. Size?"
"I'm not entirely sure. A small should be fine."
"What, you've never been clothes shopping before?" Light glanced at L, who had finished their lollipop and was absentmindedly biting their thumbnail, "Don't answer that."
Light handed L a soft gray v-neck sweater, "You should try this. It'll bring out your eyes."
"Okay. It's very soft. Is that all?" L carefully placed the sweater in their basket so it wouldn't become wrinkled.
Light laughed at L's question before gently squeezing his hand, "No, Ryu, that's only one thing. Let's get ten things for you to at least try on."
L paled, which Light didn't think was possible. L felt Light cup his face and stroke under his cheekbone as Light softly instructed "Hey, look at me? You'll be fine. It's just clothes, nothing you don't like, and you can take as many breaks as you want." He turned his head to kiss the inside of Light's wrist, just over the band of Light's watch.
"Thank you, Light, you're very reassuring. Ten isn't that big of a number, I just wasn't expecting it."
Light placed a gentle kiss on L's forehead. "Let's pick things out one at a time, instead of worrying about the total. Tell me if you like something, ok?"
After nearly ten minutes of looking around, L found something that looked like a very long sweatshirt in a nice pale blue color, "I like this."
Light glanced over at L and the item in their hands, unsure if L knew what it was or if they were even okay with crossdressing, "Ryu, that's a dress."
"So? I like this." L gave Light a stubborn look, crossing his arms over his chest as he replied.
"You'll look very pretty." Light kissed L's cheek.
L smiled up at Light as he placed it in their basket.
Light continued his search for stylish clothing for L. It wasn't that hard, considering L liked neutral colors with the occasional pastel. Eventually, he saw a pair of black thigh high socks and started thinking 'Oh, L would look amazing in these. Would he like them? They're pretty soft' Light called him over, "Hey, Ryu, what do you think of these?"
L glanced over Light's shoulder at the socks, "Black socks? I'll try them on, if you really want me to, but you know I don't like wearing socks."
"I know you don't like wearing normal socks, but these go up to your thigh, and I think you'll look really good" Light unashamedly checked L out, looking at their body up and down, "Really really good"
L rolled their eyes again, sometimes they forgot despite Light's intelligence and usual maturity, he was still a teenager at 19. "Calm down, Light. Maybe I won't even let you see me wear them."
Light gently squeezed L's hand before kissing it in apology, "Sorry, I got carried away. Did you find anything else you liked?"
L couldn't help but smile shyly at Light's affection and nodded "Mhm, Light will see them when I say he can. Did you get anything?"
"No, I don't like these sort of causal clothes"
"Really? I would have assumed otherwise, with your age & all the sweatshirts you own."
"Those are just for working out, Ryu. Not all of us wear jeans to exercise, you know" Light teased L.
They went to the dressing rooms for L to try on the outfits they picked. Including a few graphic tee shirts and alternative styles Light wouldn't have guessed L would like, a few new jeans, and merchandise for bands Light didn't recognize. Some things were eliminated if L didn't like the fit or the fabric, but there was just over a dozen things kept. Finally, L was trying on the last outfit.
Light forgot to breath for a few seconds when he saw his companion's outfit of an oversized sweater dress that was thankfully short enough to show off his lean legs and black thigh socks that contrasted beautifully with his pale skin. Light's mind went to the gutter as he imagined doing that thing with his tongue to L right now, without even taking off his dress. Light quickly regained control of himself as he breathed out "Wow. ...You look so beautiful. Please say you'll wear that again soon."
L gave Light a mischievous smile, enjoying the extra attention Light was giving him, all because of an admittedly comfortable dress. "Hm, I might. What sort of occasion would Light suggest it for?"
"Oh, you know, everyday wear or lounging around...maybe in bed?" Light looked at L hopefully.
L finally broke their expression to chuckle, kissing Light's cheek before going back into the dressing room, "That sounds perfect."
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Ryu is just a nickname of Ryuzaki, pronounced Re you, since Light can't call L his name in public. i've never written alternating pronouns before, i tried to keep it fairly even & not switch midsentence, so the fic is easier to read. i hope i did it well. til next time :)
#Shopping Trip#fanfiction#my fanfiction#fluff#death note#l lawliet#light yagami#lawlight#sharing clothes#shopping#nonbinary L#hopefully not to ooc#this is not edited#at all#i have pictures of all the clothes L bought; courtesy of google images#i'll reblog with the pictures if anyone asks or when this reaches ten notes
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Anonymous:
Do you have any advice on how to start an rp blog? I feel like there's so much to do and so many specific things, it looks intimidating, but I really want to get into it (and your blog seems like a safe space to ask as a baby in the matter)
Hi! Thanks you for asking and for trusting. I do admit that rping on tumblr can look daunting and there is a series of things that are considered “etiquette” that might not be obvious for newcomers. And the only way to learn is to ask, right?
As I’m not sure if you would like something more specific or a step-by-step, I’m going to go through the whole process.
note: this is a repost from an ask in a more reblog-friendly format
1. Setting up the blog
You might want to make a new e-mail account for each blog you want. I recommend making a gmail/google account, so you may be able to use other services and associate them with your blog. I’ll go into more details in a minute.
Some people would rather have a personal blog and then making the RP blog as a side-blog. Or a “hub” blog and many side-blogs so they have everything centralized. The downside is that you can’t follow people with side-blogs, only the main – and some rpers are a little suspicious of personal blogs, so if you intend to go this route it might be a good idea to state somewhere in your blog that you have a RP blog.
Tip : It isn’t said too often, but I recommend saving your blog’s e-mail and password somewhere, maybe a flashdrive or even google drive. This way, if something happens you will be able to retrieve your account.
When picking the URL, for a very long time tumblr had problems tagging URLs with a hyphen ( - ). I’m not sure if it has been fixed or if there are still some issues, so I recommend only using letters and maybe numbers. Other than that, pick anything that sounds nice to you!
Themes are nice, but not entirely necessary. Not everybody has photoshop skills and all that. Some people do have commissioned themes, but if you want to try your hand at it my first stop is usually @theme-hunter or @sheathemes . They reblog many themes from many creators, so there are always many options that might suit your needs. Some creators offer very newcomer-friendly themes that you can configure a lot of things without much hassle but some might require basic HTML knowledge – a few creators have guides on how to properly set up their themes and are willing to and answer questions, so don’t be afraid to contact them! You can also send me an ask, I’m not a specialist but I can certainly help walk you through the basics.
Tip: @glenthemes have very good themes and a basic installation guide here.
When fiddling with the options, try to pick colors that have nice contrast and are easy to read. If you are bad at picking colors or have problems in finding the code for them, I recommend trying this link. There is also this one that auto-generate palettes.
Tip : If you mess with your theme, remember there is the Theme Recovery.
Tip: If you use Chrome or Firefox you can set up different profiles and associate each with a different blog, so you don’t need to log out from any of your accounts.
There are two pages that I recommend having: one is an about your muse. If they are an OC, it is always a good idea to have at least some information out there to make things easier. If they are from a canon source, not everybody is familiar with the material so it might be a good idea to state. For example, if you are going to roleplay as Altria/Arturia, it is a good idea to have a “RP blog for Saber (Altria Pendragon) from FGO/FSN “ somewhere visible.
The other page that is a good idea having is a rules/guidelines page. This one can be a little intimidating, but it is usually a way to communicate important things. For example: are you comfortable writing violence? Do you have any personal triggers? There is something you absolutely won’t write? There are things you may figure out along the way and it is absolutely ok to fine-tune this session every now and then.
Some people also credit source for their icons and graphics in general in their rule/guideline page.
If you are using the tumblr default themes, when you create a new page you can turn on the option to show a link to the page. If you are using a custom theme, most of the time you will have to link it manually.
Oh, and if you are planning to do a multimuse, it might be a good idea to list which muses you have. The same goes for a hub blog; list the muses and link to the pages.
Icons aren’t necessary but are considered commonplace. You can find some icons I’ve done here but there are plenty of other sources. If you want to do your own icons, keep in mind to don’t make them too big, as a courtesy to your mutuals.
Tip: Anything larger than 300 pixels will be stretched to fit the post.
As of today ( 4/29/2021 ) the posts are currently 540 pixels wide. This can be useful as making banners for your blog.
Tumblr allow users to “pin” posts. This mean that they will always visible if you access your blog, even on dash/mobile. You can use this to set up a post with basic links for mobile users or something else. For example, if you are out on vacations and won’t be able to do replies, you can pin a hiatus notice and then remove the pin once you are back.
2. Introducing yourself
Time to officially join the fun!
(insert a “Hi, Zuko here” joke)
Don’t worry if you don’t have a fancy promo graphic or anything, most people make their initial introduction with a simple post.
(as you can see, I’m not very good at saying ‘hi’)
Try to introduce yourself in a few lines, but make sure to state which muse you RP as. Some people also like adding their pen name/alias and establishing a brand. Follow as many people as you want that reblogged or liked your post, and tumblr is going to start recommending other blogs that are related to the tags you use normally or have any relation to the people you follow.
You can put as many tags as you want, but tumblr will disregard more than 6 tags in their system. Try tags like “<fandom> rp” and “<fandom> roleplay” along with the media, such as “movie” “video game”, “anime” and so on.
It might also be a good idea to follow a few RP memes blogs. They often have options to break the ice, like one-liners that your mutual can send you.
Tip: Don’t forget to turn on the asks and the anon
3. Practical advice
Alright, now that you have a few mutuals, it is time to get to some general tips:
Tumblr can be a little “iffy”, and a great quality of life extension for RPers and navigation in general is installing the New Xkit extension. They offer a number of options to enhance your tumblr experience, but the ones I consider essential are the “editable reblogs”, “quick tags” and “blacklist”. Get it for Chrome or Firefox.
As a rule of thumb I recommend writing your RPs using Google Docs before posting or replying. By doing this you can do some spell check and if your browser crashes for any reason you can easily recover your work. You can also use Word, Open Office, or any text editor you feel like.
Because I’m a bit of a perfectionist, I also have Grammarly ( Chrome / Firefox ) installed for an extra layer of spell/grammar check. There is a subscription option, but the free one works perfectly fine.
To make things easier to locate, always tag the URL of your RP partner when doing a reply. There are other useful things you can tag, such as open starters, memes, and such.
Risking being obvious here, but when you are not interacting as your character it might be a good idea to tag as “ooc” or “out of character”.
Some people like making google docs with basic info and other useful stuff for easier access on mobile. It is a recent trend, it might be easier to edit as opposed to going through tumblr page editor and dealing with the HTML. You can find some templates here and here.
Tumblr’s activity can be unreliable, so don’t be afraid of contacting your partner to see if they have gotten your reply after a few weeks. However, some people also enjoy using the RP Thread Tracker in order to be on top of things. It might be a good idea to check it out.
Because of Tumblr shadowbanning and shenanigans, it isn’t unusual for people to have NSFW sideblogs (sometimes referred as ‘sin blogs’). If you want to write smut, it might be a good idea to consider making one.
Some people don’t like replying to asks, as Tumblr won’t let you remove the initial ask. It has become common to see people making new posts to reply to asks. This is a simple example:
As you can see, I used the mention to have the RP partner notified then I copied and pasted their question on my post and used the quote to indicate it. You can also have fancy graphics, like a line to separate the contents, just do whatever you feel like with the formatting or keep it simple.
To make sure your partner got the answer, I recommend copying the link to the post and pasting on the ask and then replying it privately. An example sent to my rp blog:
4. Basic Etiquette
Ok, this is a little subjective most of the time but here are a few things that are considered universal courtesy.
Never reblog someone else’s headcanons. If you enjoy it, maybe it should politely contact the author and ask if it is ok to write something based on their original idea but you should never downright copy or lift something from another creator. It is considered rude, or even theft in some cases.
Don’t reblog threads you are not involved with. It is ok to leave a like, but never reblog. This is because Tumblr can mess up the notifications and disrupt the flow of the RP.
Don’t copy other people’s graphics. It is very rude and sometimes they commission (aka: paid) for it.
Trim your posts. What does that mean? Every time you reblog with a reply, the post tends to get longer and longer, and it can cluster your and your mutuals’ dashes. This is why the New X-Kit’s “editable reblogs” is an almost must-have tool. If for some reason you can’t install X-Kit (if you are on mobile for example), then remove the previous post or ask your partner to trim for you.
Never take control of your RP partner’s muse. This is called “godmodding” and it is heavily frowned upon. It is ok to control your muse and the possible NPCs that you inserted, but never seize someone else’s character. Likewise, it can also be very upsetting if you use what people call “meta-gaming”, applying knowledge that your muse shouldn’t know about the other. For example, let’s say your RP partner’s muse is a vampire, but they have never disclosed that information to your muse, who also doesn’t have an excuse to know that (for example, being a vampire hunter) so it can be quite jarring sometimes. When in doubt, contact your partner.
This should go without saying, but RPing sexual themes with users under the age of 18 are illegal. It doesn’t matter if the age of consent in your location is lower, once you join Tumblr you are abiding by their user guidelines and the law of the state they are located in. If you are an adult, don’t engage minors with these topics, maybe a fade to black would be a better option. If you are a minor, don’t insist or you might cause a lot of legal problems for others.
Try to tag anything triggering. Violence, gore, NSFW. Both Tumblr and the New Xkit have options to block keywords.
When picking PSDs or graphics for your blog, you should avoid templates that change the color of the skin of POCs muses and try to pick the right race/ethnicity of the muse you are going to RP as. I won’t go through a lot of details, as it is a rather lengthy subject in an already lengthy conversation but keep this in the back of your mind.
Some RPers don’t like when you reblog memes from them without sending anything. Try to always reblog from a source or to interact with the person you are reblogging from, it can be rather disheartening to be seen as a meme source rather than a RP blog. This isn’t a rule and some people don’t mind, but it is always a good idea to try to do this.
This might be more of a pet peeve of mine than proper etiquette, but it is ok to use small font. What is not ok is use small font + underscript. Some people have disabilities that might make it harder for them to read it, so it might be a good idea to refrain from using it. Maybe if you feel like doing something fancier every now and then, but I wouldn’t recommend making this a habit.
Mun and Muse are different entities. Remember that it isn’t because a muse does something (especially a villain one) that the mun condones something. Never assume anything about the mun, when in doubt talk to them.
Be mindful of your partners and treat them the way you would like to be treated.
As a rule of thumb, always talk to your RP partner. It is only fun as long both of you are enjoying it.
5. Closing Words
This got longer than I expected.
Despite all of that, don’t be too worried about not being very good at first. I assure you that you will get better with time, so don’t be afraid of experimenting as long you feel comfortable. And don’t be afraid of saying “no” if something bothers you.
My inbox is always open to questions and ideas, so feel free to contact me anytime!
I would also ask my followers: there is advice I missed/overlooked? Anything you would like someone have told you when you first started? Add your thoughts so I can update this.
Happy RPing!
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This Way: Part 4
*not my gif*
Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress! reader
Word Count: 3580
Warnings: still a crazy ass bih lol. I can’t stop with the drama sorryyy
Summary: Y/n starts noticing how weird Tom is being and decides to confront him.
A/N: I think I’m going to post two days in a row then have one day off, but like a sis is nearing the end of her school year so let’s hope I stick with it haha. Please lmk if you’re enjoying this/ have any constructive criticism. ALSO I need help like ded ass don’t know if I’m stupid or if it’s tumblr’s fault, but when I tag people some of the tags don’t work :/ BUT don’t hesitate to ask to be a part of the tag list :)
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
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*week and a half before lock down*
You opened the door to the flat exhausted after a long day of filming and walked into the living room to see Tom busy on his laptop. He looked up,
“Oh hi, y/n.” He shut his laptop and stood up, you gave him a strange look.
“Leaving already? Do I smell or something?” You joked and flopped on the couch. Tom has been acting really strange with you after the dinner with his family. Lately he’s been leaving you alone whenever one of the boys got up to leave as well. ‘Was he feeling awkward about being friends?’ you thought to yourself.
“Oh no no you don’t smell. You always smell nice,” He blushed because he said too much, “Just need to work on this script, Harry’s been on my ass about it.” He said and began to walk away before you could reply.
“What? Not even gonna ask how my day was... you know like a friend?” You teased and Tom sighed and squeezed his eyes shut and turned around
“How was your day, y/n?”
“It was long, tiring, and someone was really rude to me on the set.” You sighed and waited for him to sit back down so he could listen, but he never did, “Ok then… how about your day, Tom?” This was starting to get awkward,
“Didn’t really do anything, just ate and worked on the first act of the movie, which still isn’t done so if you’ll excuse me I’m going to my room now.” He said quickly, turning around again walking away.
“How rude. ‘Ya let’s be friends, y/n, it’ll be fun.’” You grumbled and mimicked him in an annoyed voice. Tom heard and felt really bad to pretend he didn’t.
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You were now sitting on Harry’s bed watching him edit his short film and eating ice cream, he listened to how your day went,
“And oh my god one of the stunt fighter guys was being a straight up asshole,” You rolled your eyes eating another spoonful of ice cream,
“How so?” Harry asked
“Well I kept messing up this one stunt where I was in heels and we ended up filming it 7 times. I mean I felt bad for wasting time, but that was until the dickhead said, ‘I don’t even know why they casted you, it’s a simple stunt just get this shit down already so we can move on!’” You said in a deep voice mimicking the guy, “I was so embarrassed, but thankfully Ryan stood up for me. Still ruined my day though.”
“What the hell? What kinda asshole-,” He got up from his spot on the bed all riled up, “Who is this guy? I’m gonna end him. Does he even realize how damn hard it is to do a stunt in heels?” You laughed at Harry’s protectiveness, “Tom literally took half a day to film one stunt and he wasn’t in heels!” You shrugged.
“Sit your ass back down. Thanks for trying to protect me, but everything will be fine, I’m strong. It’s business gotta suck it up.” He rolled his eyes and jumped on you with a bear hug. You laughed and tried to push him off of you, but he was too heavy.
“Harry, you bitch, I can’t breathe.”
“I just want to protect my best friend.” He said before letting you go and going back to editing.
“Speaking of Tom, have you noticed that he’s avoiding me?” You asked quickly.
“Huh? I haven’t noticed anything of the sort. I mean you guys are both really busy right now aren’t you?” You nodded and rested your head on Harry’s shoulder,
“I mean I guess, but haven’t you noticed like yesterday when you left the kitchen Tom rushed a bit to leave also?”
“Oh yeah I forgot about that, it was quite strange now that I think about it.”
“Yeah Tom’s been doing that to me ever since we left your parents’ house. And when I got home today I tried to talk to him about my day, because you know I thought he’s my friend, and he just said he really needed to work on the script and left to his room!”
“Hmm, I did tell him to finish the first act by tomorrow, but he’s been working in the living room all day. Said something about his room being more of a distraction. Also it’s not like Tom to leave without hearing someone out. He always listens.” You just sighed,
“I guess he thinks it’s still weird to be friends. I tried, sorry, Harry.”
“Please don’t give up just yet, y/n, maybe he’s just stressed or something. You know I wouldn’t want to pick sides.” You nodded and started to drift off to sleep and felt Harry remove the bowl from your lap.
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“Y/n, love, wake up.” you were being shaken by Harry.
“Huh? Oh sorry, did I fall asleep?” You asked groggily and he laughed,
“Yeah and I finished editing the short film!” You jumped up no longer tired anymore.
“Oh my god yay, Harry! Can I see it now pleaseeee?” You jumped up and down on the bed.
“Tomorrow, love, it’s 1 am now and I want to show everyone in the house at the same time.” You pouted and he laughed.
“Fine then be like that. But I’m proud of you.” You hugged him, “Good night, Harry, can’t wait to see the finished product!”
“Night, love.” He chuckled and you walked out with your empty dish.
You pulled out your phone and opened the Instagram app to see that Tom posted something on his story about 30 minutes ago. It was a picture of the script and his foot captioned, “Working on something big, like my big toe.” You giggled a bit and muttered, “Idiot.” The next story post was from Tuwaine, it was a picture you all took together after breakfast when Tom burnt himself. You were laying across the boys’ laps and Tom was happily looking down at your smiling face. It was captioned, “If lock down happens, it’ll be a real party with these people.” You smiled and reposted it to your story.
As soon as you reached the kitchen you saw Tom sitting at the counter and typing away on his laptop.
“Hey, Tom, still working?” Tom jumped at the sound of your voice.
“Jesus, don’t scare me like that. And yes I couldn’t sleep, b-but I think I’m getting tired now.” He was about to close his laptop and leave, but you stopped him.
“Oh my god… I’m just gonna put my dish in the sink and leave.” His frazzled expression turned to a relaxed one and he sat back down typing again, refusing to look at you. You began to walk away then felt the urge to ask,
“Tom, a-are you avoiding me?” It came out quieter than you thought, you felt vulnerable. He stopped typing for a brief moment when you asked.
“No, definitely not. Why’d you think that?” You walked back to the counter and stood across him leaning on the surface.
“I’ve been noticing that you're in a rush to leave the room when we’re alone…” Tom continued to type, but incorrectly because of his nerves.
“Oh, I-I’m sorry, love, didn’t mean for you to think that. I’m just busy is all, I promise.” He said and pointed at the laptop.
“Too busy to hear your friend rant about her day?” You asked and he sighed. His heart dropped when you called yourself his friend.
“I’m afraid so, love. Now why don’t you go sleep don’t you have to film tom-” You cut him off getting tired of the excuses,
“Tom cut the shit, I know you’re avoiding me and I don’t get why.” Tom sighed as you rambled and he put his laptop to the side because he wasn’t getting anything done, “I really appreciate you letting me stay here, but shouldn’t we at least talk a little bit? I mean I was ready to be friends with you for Harry’s sake and then we talked at the dinner and then I was genuinely ready to start off on a new foot. I’ve been trying so hard to reach out to you and you’re literally avoiding me now. Like are you even trying at all? Because I don’t-” Your eyes began to water. Tom got too frustrated and cut you off,
“Y/n I can’t talk about this right now. Please, it’d be better if we discussed this another time.”
“What the hell? Are you being serious? You were a dick when we broke up, you were a dick when I tried to reach out to you, and now you’re being a dick for putting our so called ‘friendship’ on ho-”
“Y/n, stop! Ok? I get it. You can call me a dick and an asshole whatever you want, but this is all for you! Everything I do is for you or because of you! So just leave me the fuck alone, please.” His voice cracked when he said the last sentence.
“What the hell are you talking about? What are you doing for me?” You stared at him confused.
“I can’t say anything, it’s for the best. Just drop it.” You looked at one another, tears threatening to fall out of Tom’s eyes, you hadn’t noticed you were already crying.
“No. I’m not gonna leave until you tell me what’s going on, Tom. I care for you and I want to be here for you, just tell me what’s going on please.” He looked at you and furrowed his brows making tears stream down his cheeks, it hurt to see you so sad especially since he caused it. He turned around in distress and brushed his hands through his hair before turning back to you. He looked into your eyes and sighed knowing there was no way out of this situation.
“I’ve been avoiding you because I told Allana you’re my ex.”
“Ok and what’s so ba-”
“Let me finish, y/n, please.” You apologized softly.
“I told her not to tell anyone because I didn’t want to break the promise of letting the world know that we dated. A-and she threatened to spill the secret if I didn’t stay away from you. She said if I ever told anyone about what she said or if she ever saw me close to you again she’d expose us right away. I-I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship because I decided to be honest to my two-faced girlfriend.” All this information hit you like a train.
“Wow, what. a. fucking. Bitch.” You said stunned, Tom scoffed.
“I feel like an idiot for not listening to the boys and not seeing the red flags.” He sat back down and put his head in his hands.
“Hey don’t worry, I didn’t notice anything either. Hell I tried to help her. Maybe we’re too gullible…” What you said didn’t really help so Tom began to sob a bit. You walked over to his side and put a hand on his forearm so that he could look at you. His heart was racing at your touch.
“Look, I know Allana is bat shit crazy, but…” You paused thinking if this was a good thing to tell him, “I uh I don’t think I can have you avoiding me all the time, I want you in my life,” He looked up at you surprised, “a-as a friend.” His heart dropped, was that all you were ever going to see him as? A damn friend?
“Ok, but Allana will tell everyone, and I know how much you care about your privacy.” He said with a stuffy nose, you grabbed a tissue for yourself and Tom.
“I know, but we’ll figure out a way. We were clever enough to hide a 6 month relationship.” You smiled, but you both felt sad when you mentioned your past. He got up and wrapped you in his arms tightly. You swayed back and forth as you felt wet droplets fall on the top of your head, and you soaked Tom’s white t-shirt. You both weren’t crying only because of what just happened, but because you missed one another in a way that words can’t explain. You let out the tears you didn’t cry from when Tom didn’t respond to you and remembered the nights you’d go through old pictures of you and him alone. Tom was crying out all the tears he wanted to let out when he saw that picture of you and Gavin and from the nights that he craved your touch. He tightened his arms around you like it was the last time he’d ever see you.
“Allana might be watching from outside the window, I’m gonna let you go now.” You said and Tom chuckled sadly letting you go, “We’ll talk about what we can do about this situation in the morning or another time.” You smiled kindly at Tom and he nodded. Tom grabbed your hand softly before you could walk away and pulled you close. You gulped because of how close you were to him,
“Thanks for being so kind, sleep well. Goodnight, y/n.” You smiled and replied,
“Thanks for being more kind to me. Goodnight.” You gave him one last hug and walked away feeling relieved while Tom still felt guilty despite what you said. He still felt like he needed to do more.
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You woke up at 8 AM feeling a lot happier for some reason. Maybe it was because you cleared things up with Tom last night or because you were going to film a really exciting scene today with some new people.
You walked into the kitchen, “Goodmorning boys!” You said enthusiastically walking up behind where Harry was seated and gave him a hug from behind.
“Ew why’re you happy?” Harry asked, still tired.
“Morning, y/n!!” Tuwaine and Haz said in unison. You grabbed a bowl and poured yourself a bowl of cereal.
“Harry, when are we gonna watch your film, I can’t wait any longer.” You complained.
“Maybe when you come back from set, I want to go back to sleep after I eat.”
“Ugh you’re so lazy.” You joked, “where’s Tom, isn’t he usually up by now?”
Tuwaine looked at the other boys then at you apologetically, “He uh left around 5 this morning.”
“Oh for an early workout or something?” You asked, taking a bite of cereal.
“No,” Tuwaine cleared his throat, “to Berlin, Germany.” You choked on your cereal.
“Wait what, you’re joking I thought he leaves in 3 days.”
“I don’t know exactly why he left, something about needing a few days for himself before filming. Which I understand because he’s been working hard.” Haz said and you furrowed your brows, was it because of what happened last night? Harry noticed your concern.
“Y/n, do you know exactly why he left?” You wanted to tell him, but you couldn’t. If the boys found out what Allana said they’d definitely do something about it and you couldn’t let that happen. You shook your head,
“Nope, I’m just as confused as you are.” You said coolly.
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“Are you sure you don’t know what was making Tom stressed?” Harry asked as he pulled up in front of the studio.
“Ya, I’m sure. He’s avoiding me, remember?” It pained you to lie to Harry like that, but you weren’t sure if you were ready to let the world know you and Tom dated. Harry looked like he didn’t believe you, but he let it go.
“Ok then… Text or call when you need me to pick you up.” You thanked him again for dropping you off and walked to the set. You saw Lana and walked with her,
“Hey, babes, did you see the text from Melissa?” You shook your head no. Melissa was in charge of scheduling which scenes would be filmed every day, “She said everyone needed to meet at crafty’s before going to sound stage 32.”
“Really? Why?”
“Not quite sure, but there’s been rumors that filming will be postponed.” Lana said sadly.
“Wait, you’re joking.” She shrugged and shook her head as you guys entered the food tent, everyone already looking disappointed.
“Hi everyone, as many of you know Covid-19 was just announced as a world wide pandemic and we’ve just been shut down from shooting anymore scenes at least for two weeks.” Melissa said everyone groaning, “Yes I know this sucks, but please stay safe and healthy while we’re shut down. If you have a trailer here please make sure you clear all your things out because there will be a cleaning team here in two days to…” You drowned Melissa’s voice out
“Just when I thought this day couldn’t get any worse…” You sighed and dropped your head on Lana’s shoulder and she patted your head.
“Lastly make sure you all stay in the same shape you are in now, so nothing looks different when we resume shooting.” Melissa hopped off the table and everyone began to clear out to get their things. You called Harry telling him the sad news.
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“I’m so upset, Harry, today sucks.” He patted your thigh as he made a right turn.
“It’ll be ok, love. I’m sure you will go back to filming in no time and you’ll actually miss having a break.” You just leaned your head on the window wondering if Tom at least made it safely to Berlin, and in that exact moment your phone pinged.
Tom: Hi, y/n, I assume the boys have already told you that I left for Berlin. I just landed. I’m really sorry for not giving a warning, but the space is for the best. I hope you can understand xx
You were upset with everything and everyone at this point and Tom’s text just ruined your mood more. How does he know what’s best for you? Mad and feeling petty you texted back,
You: k.
Tom: Please, trust me, y/n. This will help out our situation.
You: Last time I checked running away from your problems never helps the situation.
You threw your phone back into your purse annoyed.
“Oh shit, what the fuck is she doing here?” Harry asked, displeased. You looked up to see Allana pulling into the driveway just before you and Harry did.
“Great. Just fucking great. Harry, I think I’m gonna scream.”
“I think I will too. Can we just drive around until she’s gone?”
“That would be nice, but I think she already spotted us and won’t leave.” You pointed at her going to sit down on the porch. Harry groaned and pulled into the driveway. As soon as you and Harry stepped out the car she stood up and barked,
“Where the hell is Tom? He hasn’t texted me since yesterday afternoon, today is our 5 month anniversary.” Well that makes things more complicated. Harry looked at you with wide eyes, “What? Why’re you looking at her like that? Did you have something to fucking do with this, y/n?” She said giving you the dirtiest look ever. ‘Bitch I hope it wasn’t because of me.’ You thought. Harry got closer to you in protective mode.
“No no I swear. We were all surprised to see Tom gone this morning.”
“Gone? Where the hell is he?”
“He went to Berlin early. Now if you’ll excuse us we’d like to relax in our home.” Harry said not letting you talk, almost standing in front of you now. You both began to walk past her, but she squeezed your arm tight and yanked you back. You winced in pain.
“You bitch what did you do? Don’t even think about fucking lying to me.” Her eyes burned into your soul.
“Allana, what the fuck you’re crazy! back off!” Harry said, pulling you back behind him, “I suggest you leave now before things get more ugly.” He said in the most intimidating way possible.
“Ok, but the only thing ugly about this is whatever y/n did with Tom. I don’t doubt for a second that you’re a stupid whore. I saw that photo of you laying on him last night, and I’ve seen how you flirt with Tom you sk-”
“Allana that’s enough, go now!” Harry yelled and she looked surprised. She glared at you before stepping back, “Stay the fuck away from Tom he doesn’t need your ugly ass all over him.” “Allana, sweetie, we live in the same house. Quite dumb of you to think we can really stay away from one another.” You laughed darkly as tears of anger welled up in your eyes.
“Ok then, cunt. Go near him, I dare you. You have no idea what I’m capab-”
“Allana, I said fucking leave!” Harry was tired of this shit. Allana scoffed and finally drove away.
Harry turned to you cradling you in his arms as you let tears fall down your face, “I hate today…” you hiccuped, “a lot.”
“I know, I know.” He cooed. You looked up at him, “I know something is up, y/n. You need to tell me why my brother really left so I can help you.” You sighed and nodded.
“Ok let’s get you cleaned up.” He kept you close to his side and you both walked in. Tom was so wrong thinking him leaving would solve anything.
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Imminient Annihilation Sounds so Dope, Chapter Four
Michael Langdon x Reader
Summary: Micheal reflects on how he’s been feeling the past couple days since he’s switched. Includes a little angst at the end so prepare yourself! ALSO Madison’s character is revealed in this chapter! I feel like I’m kinda taking a risk with her character in this soo please leave feedback!! BEFORE READING PLEASE NOTE THAT ALL FIRST PERSON REFERS TO MICHEALS POV IN THIS CHAPTER!! Thank you :)
Words: 4.7k+
A/N: Here’s another chapter reposted! I started a little tag list, so don’t be shy if you would like to be added to it!! Reblogs and likes always welcome <3
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*MICHEALS POV.
After you switched and you woke up in your own bed, you knew you were in deep shit. You switched and it wasn’t with your girlfriend, Madison Montgomery. Even worse, you weren’t expecting to switch at all. Madison had told you that switching happens on the first 21st birthday of the pair of soulmates but it’s not like you exactly were keeping track of how old you were or when your birthday was. You were the antichrist, you didn’t have time for such trivial things and it also didn’t help that you never celebrated your birthday growing up.
Thankfully you were in your penthouse away from Madison when you switched, so that Madison and your soulmate wouldn’t have to interact with eachother. Madison lived in a nice apartment pretty close to yours, and you spent most of your time there. The only real reason you kept this penthouse the cooperative gave you was for a little privacy when you did your rituals to speak to your father. Your sure Madison would probably get off seeing you like that but you preferred privacy. Being in that state and having contact with your father felt so holy and spiritual to you, it felt wrong to have another person witness it. Even if it was your favorite person (besides Ms. Mead of course) in the world.
You spent the last couple of days away from Madison, ignoring her now hundreds of texts and calls and keeping busy. Busy with getting the cooperative back in order and everything else.
After the day you had switched with.. that witch.. and you were back into your own body, it was almost too easy to see the damage that your soulmate had left.
It seemed fine at first, nothing was moved or seemed to be missing in the room. Your phone was shifted a little bit from its previous place on the nightstand, and your laptop moved from being across the room on a table to being on your nightstand. A little odd but it seemed innocent enough.
It was when you decided to get out bed to look for more clues, was when you noticed a small pile of black clothes on the ground that wasn’t there previsouly. That meant she changed, which meant she left the penthouse even when you specifically tell her not too.. fuck.
It all quickly went downhill from there when you found out that your phone and laptop were both completly wiped from having any information. You wanted to see if she had tried to text or contact Madison but now that was impossible to tell. You really didn’t know how to approach Madison about all of this, at all. It’s not like you had anyone to get advice or help from on this since Ms. Mead passed. That was most of the reason why you’ve been avoiding Madison like the plague the last couple of days.
Nonetheless, you also realized your soulmate had canceled all of your big plans, even including the god damn cooperative. You found out that she even had the nerve to talk to Jeff and Mutt about Ms. Mead.
The date for the nuclear bombs to go off was only set two days back, which wasn’t too bad. You had held a emergency meeting yesterday with the cooperative and formally apologized to everyone, after getting everyone’s contact information for the SECOND time.
After the emergency meeting you had held with the cooperative yesterday, you met with Jeff and Mutt to discuss what exactly to do with Ms. Mead. The problem was that the witch you had switched with now knew that some kind of a project was being done on Ms. Mead, so now the issue was that she could easily warn the coven about her. That meant that you really couldn’t use Mead as a weapon against the coven anymore.
Production on Ms. Meads body was almost finished so, you figured to just let the coke heads finish making her. Even though your beloved Ms. Mead couldn’t be used as a weapon anymore, you could always find a spot for her in one of the outposts.
And to be honest, you really fucking missed her. All you wanted was to see her again, and to have someone who was on your side besides Madison. And after you found out that you now have a soulmate that isn’t her, who knows if Madison will want anything to do with you.
Ms. Mead genuinely cared about you and your well being. Her love for you wasn’t built off of you just being the antichrist, which you knew was the only reason why the people at the satanic temple or the cooperative gave a shit about you. You just really missed Ms. Mead.
You needed her now more than ever so that she could help point you in the right direction of what to do with this whole soulmate mess. Up until you met Madison, you knew absolutely nothing about soulmates. When you lived with your grandma, barely anyone talked to you, let alone about soulmates. And at Hawthorne, you were so busy on focusing on magic that you really didn’t have time to talk about much of anything else. Yet, when you met Madison, it was quite the opposite. That was all she practically talked about.
It was maybe a month ago when you first met Madison Montegomery, and she was never supposed to be your friend, let alone your girlfriend. You first met her when you brought her out of her own personal hell. The whole purpose of that was to show Cordelia the power you have. To prove that you could do what she couldn’t.
But when you and Madison met, it was undeniable how you two hit it off. Within seconds of knowing her she was already hitting on you, but at first you were just friends. You brought her to Hawthorne to show Cordelia she was still alive and you assumed after that you two wouldn’t be in much contact with each other after that. However.. that wasn’t really the case.
You two kept in contact and grew to be really close, and you have to admit, it was really nice to have a good friend. A true friend. Madison was the only friend you’ve ever had in your entire life. After you passed the seven wonders test with flying colors, suspicisions started to rise about you. After the death of Ms. Mead which happened about roughly two weeks ago, the coven left, likely to return back to Louisiana since that was where they resided now. You thought for sure that Madison would go back with them - as much you didn’t want her to go, you weren’t stupid. She was a part of the council, one of the original coven members. Even though not everyone in the coven got along exactly, you knew they still missed her and wanted her to come back with them.
But she didn’t. She stayed in Los Angeles with you. Sure you definetly persuaded her a little, ok maybe a lot, but for the most part she chose to stay on her own free will. Espically after Ms. Meads death, everyone who ever meant something to you in your life has left. You couldn’t imagine Madison leaving too, and it wasn’t like Madison was miserable away from her coven because it wasn’t like that at all.
She confined in you that being in the coven really wasn’t what she wanted to do, in L.A she could pursue her acting career and be able to live right next to her best friend - you.
That’s all you were at first, best friends and that’s all you really desired to be. With your big plans of the apocalypse drawing closer and closer you didn’t think you would have any time for a significant other but it just kind of happened. Before you knew it you kissed, and then it happened again, again and again. And then she was calling you her boyfriend, so boom. You were dating. And that was that. You knew dating before switching was something extremely taboo and even controversial but Madison was always countered these arguements by saying that you two would just switch when you turned 21, or when she did since you didn’t know when your birthday was.
It was hard for you to pinpoint whether you had actual romantic feelings for Madison. You knew you cherished her as a friend and she was the most important person in your life besides Ms. Mead.. You just honestly didn’t know whether you were capable of harboring romantic feelings for someone. You were built for death and destruction, not romance.
You were scared how your relationship would fare after Madison found out your true purpose. That you were the antichrist, but she actually didn’t care.
It was about a week before Ms. Mead was murdered when she actually confronted about your life’s purpose. You two were seated outside of a Panda Express in sunny Los Angeles. It was one of those tables that was made out of stone that had two benches attached that seemed extremely cheaply made. You sat there, content, basking in the sun and eating your chow mein when you heard Madison speak.
“If you ever start to question how much I love you, just remember I would never be caught dead in a Panda Express alone”.
She stated, smiling. She sat with a Panda Express cup in front of her, filled with sprite.
“So this is your charitable act of the month? Going with me to get fast food”?
You mused, smiling as you spoke.
“Exactly. You know me so well”.
She took another sip of her sprite and then kept talking.
“So.. I heard something about you today”.
She spoke slowly, pursing her lips as she did whenever she got nervous. Her eyes studied you, trying to read your body language. It almost appeared like she was glaring at you. You continued to look into her eyes until her thoughts became apparent to you. The power of being able to mind read was one of your favorite gifts you possessed. It made it extremely convienet in finding new victims to conduct rituals on. Mind reading allowed you to choose between someone who was vulnerable and who would actually try to put up a fight.
You two sat there in a tense awkward silence, staring at eachother until you looked back at your food and started to pick at it with your fork.
“So you know”.
You made sure to say it as a statement, not a question. You knew Madison didn’t know you couldn’t mind read or knew exactly how powerful your powers were. She knew you passed the seven wonders though.
“What just happened”?
She asked in a shaky voice, you looked back up at her slowly.
“Did you- you can read minds, Micheal”?
She asked, startled.
You nodded quickly, waiting for her next move. To see how she would react.
“Ok.. so, what was I going to say then”?
She cocked her head to the side ever so slightly, as if she was challenging you. Knowing Madison though, you knew she was just being playful and meant no real harm. You let out a deep breath and shifted your eyes to around the room, pretending to be annoyed.
“You were going to say..”
You started but then you quickly turned in your seat to make sure that no one was nearby. Last thing you needed was someone hearing your conversation, but by the mind reading comment that Madison said ealier, they would probably just think you two were insane. The coast was clear though. No one else was nearby and the front door of the store was a safe distance away.
“You were going to say that I am the antichrist”.
You finished. you finally stuck your fork into your noodles and rested your elbows up on the table, clasping your hands together.
“I was.. yeah”.
Madison said, her voice was light and airy - she almost acted as if she was scared of what you were going to say next. You shifted around in your seat, not knowing what to do with how uncomfterable you felt.
“Madison, I don’t want you to be scared of me”.
You swallowed hard, once again looking into her eyes. You normally would never show any signs of vulnerability like this to someone, or even humor the idea to care of what other people think but Madison was different. Besides Ms. Mead, she was the only person you really gave a damn about. You were basically on the edge of your seat as you saw her ready to speak. you couldn’t lose her, You knew you wouldn’t be able to handle it.
“Micheal, the only thing that’s scary about you is the fact that you eat fast food. Even though your technically supreme now, I know I could kick your ass anytime I wanted”.
She said with another soft smile. She reached her hand over the table to take your hand in hers. As much as what she said was sweet, you didn’t trust how much truth it held.
“But the coven-“
You started but she rolled her eyes and quickly cut you off.
“I don’t need them Micheal. It’s not like any of them are going to miss me anyway, and I’d rather be here in L.A with you... Here I can work on my acting career and actually have a life!! It was fun to catch up with everyone but there’s no purpose for me to go back since I’m not supreme”.
Madison said. You knew she wasn’t lying, all you had to do was look into her eyes and read her thoughts to make sure. If it wasn’t for your ability to read minds, you would almost think that Madison might be spying on you for the coven but you knew that wasn’t the case.. right? But, why would she even want to continue to be your girlfriend if she knew that you were planning on destroying the world and everything in it? Including the coven.
“I want you to stay Madison.. I really do but it doesn’t make sense”.
You made sure to lower your voice before continuing any further, in case of any ongoers decided o eavesdrop.
“You know that I’m the antichrist. I’m going to end the world, I don’t know exactly how yet but I’m going too. With or without you. I’m going to destroy the coven and all 7 billion people that live in this world and I need to make sure that you know that”.
Your voice was cold and stern as you spoke. It was essential that she took you serisouly and actually understood what exactly your plans were before she just agreed to stay with you.
She looked at the table,blinked quickly a couple of times and shifted on her bench. But when she looked back up at you, there was nothing but serenity and a sense of truth in her eyes as she spoke again.
“Micheal, Before I died I was nearly supreme. I took the seven wonders and the only reason I wasn’t supreme was because I couldn’t pass fucking divination. Maybe I can’t mindread like you can but I can definetly help you fuck this planet up.. And, it’s not just that Micheal. I love you. I’ve felt so numb and depressed and you make me actually feel something, there’s no way I’m leaving you anytime soon”.
She said. She popped the lid off her sprite and chugged the rest. You sat there puzzled.
“Do you even know what your agreeing too”?
You asked.
“ ‘Course I do. I’m agreeing to spending the rest of eternity with my hot boyfriend.. as long as you decide to spare me when the world ends”.
She said cheerfully. The light and airiness of her voice from ealier had fully left now. She sounded like herself, confident and bitchy.
“I really don’t have any plans yet, but I promise that you will not be harmed when the end times come. I could never hurt you”.
You said. Madison fully smiled and hopped from her bench and over to yours to hug you. You hugged her back and felt her kiss your cheek. You just hoped you could keep your promise.
But that was several weeks ago. So much has happened since then it almost felt like it happened in a completly different lifetime. Since then, you found the cooperative and came up with a proper plan for the apocalypse, Ms. Mead died and you also happened to switch with your soulmate... which wasn’t fucking Madison.
It’s been a couple days since you switched though, and besides running around - trying desperately to put your life plans back together - you haven’t done much besides that. You’ve been avoiding Madison desperately, there was a total of about 48 missed calls that were all from her number, along with hundreds of text messages that were questioning why the hell you wouldn’t answer her. You felt guilty, you really did but she couldn’t see you like this. And, you honestly couldn’t bear to break the news to her that she wasn’t your soulmate. Doing that would ultimately be breaking up with her and that was not what you wanted to do. On the other hand, it was easy to face the cooperative and just pretend to be the person they needed you to be but with Madison it was different. She could see right through you. Even if you did try to go see her and pretend like everything was normal and nothing happened, you knew she would see right through you.
Over the past few days, you felt numb mostly, amongst other small feelings. Atleast trying to fix the situation with the cooperative gave you a distraction from how you were actually feeling. But above all, you felt really fucking confused. Confused on why you had a fucking soulmate in the first place. You’ve been too busy to try to contact your father in all this chaos but you can only assume that it was a accident that you had a soulmate.. I mean it had to be, right? It made zero sense that your other half and the person that was made for you was a god damn witch that wasn’t Madison. That wasn’t on your side. It couldn’t be right. You refused to believe it for a second. You knew soulmates weren’t real, they were just something to make people feel like they had some kind of a purpose in this life.. To keep people busy, but that scheme wouldn’t work on you. You had bigger plans.
You cursed yourself for being so fucking stupid and not doing anything when you actually had the chance. You were at Robichaux’s, you had the perfect opportunity to take out all the witches yet you let it pass and meanwhile she tried to destroy everything you had built for yourself. You supposed you didn’t do anything because of Madison. Even though she said she didn’t give a damn about the coven it felt wrong to take them all out without atleast warning Madison first.
Anyways, It was your own fault for being so naive and thinking that something in your life would go actually go right for once. Everyone else in your life had abanded you, left or straight up rejected you so it was only right your soulmate would automatically do the same. Go figure. It was just a matter of time before Madison left.
Today was odd. It was odd because it was first free day you’ve had since you’ve switched. You couldn’t lie how nice it felt though to finally have a day where you weren’t barking orders at the cooperative or having to deal with Jeff and Mutts dumb asses and resist obliterating their souls. Today was yours.
You celebrated by sleeping in far past noon, and then going to the satanic church for a meeting after dusk but in between those two events was nothingness. Being the antichrist, you foolishly thought that you were above having depression or anything wrong with you. I mean why wouldn’t your father create you to be perfect?
To the best of your knowledge he did. You were beautiful, you could preform any supernatural power imaginable and you were going to be the creator of a new world. But, even Satan couldn’t control the family that you were born into. You supposed depression and mental illness were just symptoms of being human, even if you were ‘perfect’.
Even though you were insanely busy lately you felt numb. It hung over you, no matter what you did. The numbness today seemed to creep into your soul, to a point where even though today was yours and you could’ve done whatever you wanted, you sat on your bed. It was embarrassing to admit it, but you stayed glued to your bed for about 9 hours. Reflecting and thinking. You only got up once and that was to snatch your laptop off your table to put on some dumb TV show from Netflix so that you could atleast pretend to be doing something.
That’s why you decided to attend the church service that was being held that night. You knew on Wednesday’s at 11pm there was always a human sacrifice. Always, it was like clockwork. With the date of the apocalypse drawing closer and closer, you didn’t have much time to go to the church anymore but tonight you needed it. Participating in human sacrifice, killing someone would make you feel something again. It would shake away this numbness you knew it would.
After Ms. Mead died, it shook away the numbness. Why wouldn’t it work now?? You felt so mad at yourself that you even cared about your soulmate enough to let it affect you like this. You didn’t even know her for fucks sake and you sure didn’t want too. And If you wanted to kill her, you would have to stop feeling fucking numb first.
But it didn’t work. The satanic cult church service came and went and you didn’t fucking feel a thing. Well at first you did. After slitting the throat of some random doctor, for a couple of seconds you felt alive. You felt the exhilaration of taking another humans life, but that feeling left nearly as fast as it came and left you feeling numb and maybe even worse than before.
Since your penthouse was in such close proximity to the satanists, you were able to walk there and back in a somewhat timely manner. You just walked into the lobby of the building that your penthouse was contained in, It was coming up on 1 am atleast.
You were exhausted, and so fucking done. Done with today, and the whole fucking world. You couldn’t wait till tommorow when you could continue to distract yourself with apocalypse plans and wait this numbness out before seeing Madison or killing your soulmate.
During human sacrifice nights you always made sure to make the deaths as clean as possible so your clothes wouldn’t be ruined since you always walk back home. Your clothes were fairly clean, a little frumpled and dirty yes, but clean of any blood. This certainly didn’t stop the main hostess who stood behind the main desk at the complex you lived at giving you a questionable look as you made your way through the lobby.
The elevator ride and the walk down the hall to your room seemed treacherously longer than normal, your feet were aching and your eyes seemed incredibly heavy. You finally reached your door and after unlocking the door, you barely pushed it open to find that the light was on..
You knew you fucking turned the lights off.
Instantly you were on high alert. You felt your heart beat faster in your chest as you stood with the door barely even cracked open - not knowing what the fuck to do. Suddenly your feelings of being tired and hazy were quickly gone and replaced with addreline and panic.
What if it was her? Your soulmate?
You automatically cringed at yourself for even having that thought. That didn’t even make sense, how would she know that you had left for a meeting and after everything she did why would she even want to see you? The real question was why did you want to see her?
You shook your head, dismissing your thoughts and opening the door fully and walking into the room. 100% ready to destroy the soul of whoever dared to break into your home. You had enough going on in your life as it was. You literally didn’t have time for this.
As you took each step farther into the room, you quickly scanned for any changes in the room.. and then you saw it. It only took you about 3 full steps to realize the what the hell had happened... Everything was fucking on fire.
You sharply inhaled and brought your hands up and stopped the fire. lucky for you it looked like the fire had just started, so it’s not like the entire room was actually on fire. Just your bed, all tabletop surfaces and the curtains which were currently drawn were lit ablaze.
Your blankets and the entire bed was charred and would need replaced.. Hell you were going to need a whole new room after this.. Not to mention how all the windows were smashed and open.. even though the curtains were drawn they were ripped and partially shredded from the glass and fire, and were lightly blowing in the wind. Shards of glass lay scattered near where the windows used to be but with another quick swipe of your hand it was gone.
You now stood there, in the walkway of your penthouse, in shock and slightly angry but not numb anymore. You knew that you didn’t light any candles before you left, this wasn’t you that caused this...
By looking at the table you could easily see that the peice of paper that was on one of the tables with your soulmates number on it was gone too.. Tears started to form at your eyes, you know who did this. Your breath was hitched in your throat, even though you no longer felt numb you felt frozen. Frozen physically, not emotionally.
Everything started to feel like it was in slow motion. You grabbed for your phone that was kept in your back pocket, and instead of reading her hundreds of messages and voice mails that she left - you figured it would be more efficient to just call her. The phone barely ran once and She answered immeaditly.
“What the fuck did you do? Where are you”?
You didn’t even mean to sound that harsh, you just opened your mouth and the words seemed to find themselves.
“Where do you think I am, bitch”?
Madison replied smoothly.
“Madison-“
“I didn’t even know you were gone Micheal. You’ve been ignoring me for so long I thought something was wrong so I broke in and, I saw that number on your desk”.
She paused, you could hear her voice slightly cracking.
“I talked to her and.. She’s your soulmate. You switched and you didn’t bother to fucking tell me. Fuck you Micheal”.
You could fully hear her crying now and your chest actually hurt when your heard this. You felt overwhelmly sad and hopeless, all you could do now was try to find Madison and make things up.
“I’m so sorry”.
You said, your voice low and cracking as well.
“Well being sorry doesn’t solve anything so, I’m on my way to Louisiana and I figured the only way to fix this is to take that bitch out. I know who she is, I know her name and as long as she’s alive you two share a bond. Things won’t be normal again between you and me until she’s dead”.
You took a breath.
“Okay, well I’m not letting you do this alone”.
You now noticed that Madison stopped crying about a minuete away, you couldn’t hear her sniffling or breathing so heavily anymore.
“No. I’m fucking mad at you Micheal, I need to do this alone. You’ll only get in the way, you won’t be able to kill your own soulmate”.
“Tough shit”.
You hung up the phone and left your room, not bothering to shut the door. Your next destination: Louisiana.
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Please don't leave me
Prologue
Harrison Osterfield x Reader
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A/N- I had to repost this chapter because the tags weren't working properly.😔 I suck at writing summary. This is a repost, ignore if you have already read it.
Warning- Shouting?
Summary- When Harrison thought that he was the only parent to his daughter. He proved wrong by a certain girl.
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Harrison and Lana, they were a power couple, they were high school sweethearts, they were soulmates. That's what other people thought. But what we saw is not always true. Their relationship started to go downhill after their marriage.
Harrison was still quite new in his acting career, he didn’t earn much. Well he did earn enough for one person and if he and Lana compromise they have enough money for their little family. Money wouldn’t be an issue if Lana did some work too, but she didn’t.
(A little bit you should know about Lana)
Lana was born in a rich family of Londen. From her child she learned that she had so much money that she would not have to do any work to earn money. She had never done a single chore for herself. She never learned to cook and to look out for someone else. Blame her parents for that.
Lana always thought that she would marry into a rich family and her life will continue as it always has. But then she fell in love with Harrison. She loves Harrison but she loves herself more.
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Harrison came back home from his photoshoot to find his mother sitting on the sofa (Indian Talent: we speak all kinds of english) with a tired look in her eyes. Haz sighed, rubbing the bridge between his eyes. “She is not home yet?” his mother looked at him with a sad expression. “When is she ever home?”
“Mum..” “No Hazza, I love you and grand baby very dearly but that doesn’t mean that I will do every single chore of your flat when you are not her.” she said sternly. Lana never stayed at home, she was always out with her friends. She never bothered to look after her daughter.
“I will talk to her mum, I promise.” His mother gave a small smile and leaned up to kiss his forehead. ”Maddy is sleeping, I fed her so don’t worry, she won’t be hungry for another hour.” She informed him before she left. Harrison sat on the sofa right where his mother sat before. He didn’t want to start another fight with Lana. He just wanted her to show little responsibility towards their child.
About an hour later Harrison heard the front door open and saw Lana come in. “Where were you?” there was a hint of anger in his tone. “I was out with my friends.” Lana said plainly. “Don’t you think you should stay home and take care of our daughter sometime.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. “Your mother is here to do that. Isn’t she?” Lana said with annoyance. “MY MOTHER IS NOT YOUR FUCKING NANNY.” Harrison snapped at her “IT’S YOUR DUTY TO LOOK OUT FOR OUR CHILD, NOT MY MOTHER’S.” He continued to shout at her. “I AM NOT A FUCKING HOUSE WIFE.” Lana shouted back and started to hit Harrison frantically.
“ OK I AM SORRY, YOU ARE NOT HOUSE WIFE BECAUSE THOSE WOMEN DO ALL THE HOUSE CHORES AND TAKE CARE OF THEIR FAMILY. BUT ALL YOU KNOW IS GO OUT WITH FRIENDS AND DEPEND ON YOUR FATHER AND HUSBAND FOR MONEY.” “ MONEY,MONEY, YOU HAVE NO MONEY HARRISON AND WHAT WORK YOU DO,UH. YOU JUST TRAVEL AROUND WITH TOM. YOU ARE NOT EVEN AS SUCCESSFUL AS TOM.”
“Why are you bringing Tom in this?” He was hurt now, his wife is comparing him to his best friend. “I AM BRINGING TOM IN THIS BECAUSE I REGRET MARRYING YOU. I CARRIED YOUR BABY ISN’T THAT ENOUGH FOR YOU. IT RUINED MY BODY AND I WOULD HAVE CHOSEN TOM OVER YOU BUT HE WAS NOT INTERESTED IN ME. I AM DONE WITH YOU AND YOUR DAUGHTER HARRISON.” Harrison’s heart broke with each word she said. “W-What?” “I will send divorce papers.” And with that she left slamming the door behind her.
Harrison thought that he was deaf for a second but then he heard her cry, he heard his babygirl cry. He ran to her room, picked her up in his arms, kissing her dirty blond hair. “Shhh, I’m here baby, daddy’s here, he is not going anywhere.” he told her as he rocked her back and forth.
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The Jinnobi Challenge - 2022
Hello everyone! It’s time for my annual ‘shouting about the Jinnobi Challenge in March’ so that everyone has plenty of time to get started on work(s). This will be the 6th annual Jinnobi Challenge (previous master lists of submissions : 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021).
So here’s the rundown of information and FAQ for those who are thinking of participating in this Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon challenge (I will repost this info periodically as it gets closer to the challenge). Honestly, the only major change this year is that I’ve moved the challenge from October to August due to October being such a busy month for writers and artists in general.
When is it?: The challenge will run from August 1 – August 31. Any Jinnobi work you submit must be complete and it must be submitted sometime during August 1 – August 31. You have from now until August to work on submissions. PLEASE DO NOT POST YOUR SUBMISSION BEFORE THE CHALLENGE STARTS. Due to time differences in various countries, I do allow people to post on September 1st.
Who can enter: The challenge is open to writers, artists and everyone in between. Art, poetry, photo manips, videos, gifsets, fanfiction, it’s all welcome. There’s no theme except it has to be Obi-Wan Kenobi/Qui-Gon Jinn. It can be set during the prequels, the originals, the kenobi show, or an AU. It’s up to you. You can submit multiple entries too, if you’d like. For fic writers there’s no limit on the length of your fic(s).
How to enter: When August 1st, comes around you’re welcome to post your complete work on whatever social network or fanfiction site you are comfortable using. Please tag your work (if you can tag) with the tag Jinnobi Challenge 2022 or The Jinnobi Challenge 2022 whether it’s a fic, art, or a post. Message me with a link to your work (or links, if you submit more than one work), once you’ve published it so I know to put it on the master list!
I can also be reached on A03, but I tend to check tumblr much more regularly so if you want a fast response, I recommend contacting me via that.
Rules:
1. No underage relationships. (underage = below 18 years of age)
2. If you post anything triggering, please tag it with the appropriate warnings
3. Your fic must have a rating on it (the challenge is open to all ratings)
4. If you’re posting a long WIP, the first chapter must be posted on or after August 1, and the last chapter has to be posted before August 31, so I don’t recommend it unless you know you can get it done in that time.
FAQ:
Need Beta?: If you need a beta, let me know. In the past, I have had a few people who were interested in betaing, I can’t be sure if it will be the same this year but I can help get the word out if someone is looking. At this present time, I’m not able to beta for others, but please message me if you have any questions about the challenge as I want to keep improving this challenge for the following year.
What if I don’t have anything ready, but I do have a quiobi work I happened to post in August?: As long as the quiobi fic (or art, etc) is complete and was posted between the 1st – 31st of August 2022, you can tag it Jinnobi Challenge 2022 and enter it in the challenge.
What if it’s not slash?: This challenge celebrates the Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan ship. Pre-slash is fine, just please no ‘Qui-Gon as a parent figure to Obi-Wan’ fics as that is not what this challenge is about.
What if it’s a fic in a series?: if it’s a standalone complete story in a series than yes, it qualifies.
What it I already entered it in a different quiobi fic challenge?: The fic must be a new fic posted in August 2022 (no reposting old works unless it’s an extreme rewrite to basically be nothing like the original) and it must be complete. It’s ok with me if it is tagged in another challenge as long as it meets the guidelines for this challenge but you’ll want to check if it’s ok with the other challenge you posted it in.
What if it’s Obi/Qui/others? Or there’s Obi/other, Qui/other, but still Qui/Obi?: The main pairing should still be Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon, even if it’s poly, or if there are other partners or past/present relationships.
Does it have to follow a prompt?: No. As long as it’s Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan and complete it can be about anything. If you want a prompt to work with here are a few you can choose to use for inspiration:
True love confession
Cuddling during a rainy/stormy day.
Lightsaber sparring or Jedi training
One person finding out a secret about the other
Falling in love whilst having to live together in less than ideal situations (i.e. Hostages, on the run, unfriendly planet, sheltering in place, homelessness, living with crazy/horrible relatives, stuck aboard a ship, etc.)
Can be as angsty, fluffy, or as au as you want as long as it follows the rules of the challenge.
Is there a prize this year?: Yes! I want to continue having a prize each year. Each person who enters in the challenge will be automatically entered once into a drawing and I will randomly draw a name once the challenge is over. This year’s prize will be a postcard set of Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon! (I’ll have a more detailed post about the prize in a few weeks)
By the first or second week of September, I’ll put up a master post with links to all the amazing stuff everyone has created!!!
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pairing: agatsuma zenitsu & hashibira inosuke — though it can be interpreted as pre-relationship
genre: crack (?)
prompt: “I can’t believe I’m sitting in a mall jail with you of all people” (23.) + modern!au
a/n: aaaaaaaaaaaa thank you 🥺🥺🥺
and thank u for requesting ! kinda nervous since this is the first request i’ve ever received haha,,, you didn’t specify a format ? so i wrote it in scenario/hc form—if that’s not what you wanted, you can send a message and i can turn it into a ficlet (Ф∀Ф )
edit: reposted because to my displeasure, this would not show up in the tags :(
« i can’t believe i’m sitting in mail jail with you, of all people… » zenitsu groaned, burying his face into his hands.
how did he even get into this situation in the first place?? how does inosuke always manage to rope him into doing some dumb, impulsive, potentially life-threatening shenanigans???
this was supposed to be a completely mundane, uneventful, trivial, everyday trip to the mall.
the pantry was starting to look rather sad and it was his turn to go grocery shopping, so he asked his flatmates if they wanted something while he’s at the shops and started organising his shopping list.
he doesn’t quite understand why tanjiro needed 20 pairs of cheap earphones, but he feels like he shouldn’t question it…
zenitsu hated shopping, absolutely abhors it. something about spending time in the supermarket with the monotonous droning of the cooling systems and the machines singing a duet with that same pop song put on repeat just drained the energy out of him. going shopping was just a drag.
but it was his turn, and he’ll get it done and over with.
everything was gonna be normal and ok.
as he made his way to the shops, he’d mentally pat himself down to check if he had everything on him and go through his list again.
keys? check.
wallet? check.
face-mask? check. (not because of corona, it’s just because it’s common courtesy in japan.)
mobile? check.
hotel? trivago.
inosuke? check.
wait inosuke?!
« wait inosuke?! what are you doing here??! » the blond shrieked in surprise, stopping dead on his tracks.
the loud young man would halt next to him and ask him if he’s gone blind/deaf as inosuke has been « following you since way before. »
now that zenitsu thinks about it, he did remember inosuke exclaiming something like being bored at home and wanting to tag along…
regardless, he doesn’t know if he’s more alarmed by the fact that he didn’t notice inosuke was trailing beside him this whole time or by the fact that the boisterous young man actually had it in him to be sneaky.
zenitsu grinned nervously, praying to whatever god or gods above that everything will be okay despite the human sized tornado he has with him…
even so, the shopping trip was characterised by more peripeteias and tribulations than it really should:
they haven’t even gotten near to the actual store within the mall and inosuke has already tried to punt a 5 year old for apparently staring at the black haired man for too long.
zenitsu had to quickly defuse the situation and apologise the very alarmed mother and petrified child as inosuke stood still in his shadow, clutching the corner of the blond’s sweater and watched the interaction, not saying a word.
zenitsu grumbled something about dragging him into inosuke’s mess and returned to his walk to the market, inosuke still hanging on the blond’s sweater.
zenitsu’s mind is still boggled. why does tanjiro want 20 pairs of earphones…?
but he ignored this riddle and took inosuke’s hand in his, leading the both of them to the shops—the blond found it oddly endearing how there was such a juxtaposition of inosuke’s rough hand paired with how softly and carefully he’s returning the blond’s hold.
zenitsu allowed the warmth to ground him and, thankfully, they’ve soon made it to their destination safe and sound, without yet another disaster
the two would disperse once in the market, zenitsu collecting these 20 damn pairs of earphones and go down his list while inosuke ran off to god knows which aisle to go ham on the snacks.
the blond would casually shop when he’d hear hurried footsteps before a bunch of product was dumped in his cart. the raven-haired boy would then dash off again to repeat the cycle. the same cycle that has spooked zenitsu more than it should.
one time, zenitsu turned around to find two piercing blue eyes stare back at him. he swore his heart leapt out of his chest as he screeched at the uncannily realistic boar mask that greeted him.
zenitsu is still recovering from his mini heart attack while inosuke bursts into hysterical laughter at the blond’s ‘near-death’ experience.
the latter has just caught his breath when the energetic young man has run off yet again. zenitsu wants to know where the hell inosuke procured such a mask and who the hell put it there. it’s not even near halloween?? they’re literally in june???
when most of the items have been retrieved, zenitsu would window shop as he waits for inosuke to bring yet another armful of snacks. the blond’s current preoccupation was a hair trimmer. should he buy it? his hand hovers as he reaches out, but then halts it to slowly retract it back. he looks at the hair trimmer again… his dilemma. then again it looks scary, maybe he shouldn’t… his gordian knot.
deciding that buying the item would be pointless, the blond looked around. inosuke hasn’t returned in a while…
it seemed that inosuke had already grabbed everything he wanted, and soon found himself bored in a quiet and empty supermarket—boredom and an empty mall: a couple made in hell, a recipe for disaster.
the quieter of the two has started to make his way to the till when he heard a large crash. he silently hopes it has nothing to do with him or the person he brought with him. but of course it did.
inosuke had dived into one of those ball racks near the toy aisle, the rack itself not looking as upright as it should and its content having spilt all over the place.
zenitsu just… takes one look and pretends not to see it.
he just
walks away
so close yet so far. the blond has managed to reach the cash register and has started unloading the contents of his cart when he sees inosuke with his own.
they make eye contact.
zenitsu knows what he’s gonna do.
the black haired man puts one foot on the empty cart.
the blond slowly shakes his head, half trying to tell him to not do it because it’s fucking stupid and half pleading him to not cause more trouble.
inosuke eyes contained a determination and resolve that not even god can stop.
almost like watching an accident in slow motion, zenitsu watched, petrified, as inosuke yeets himself on the cart and send it speeding down the aisle with more force and a higher velocity than what was considered safe.
surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, zenitsu hears a loud crash and a noise that sounded like a potato sack was thrown on the floor—and he was sure he didn’t just hear it because of his sensitive ears.
abandoning his own groceries, he ran off to join inosuke, who laid by a couple of soup cans, some still rolling anyway somewhere—the stand that held them and the splash zone surrounding area having been reduced to chaos.
the young man was comically strewn upside down on his upper back, his lower half flopping over and folding into himself.
ok ooc, but i suck at anatomy but suck even more at describinf so here’s an artistic depiction of how zenitsu found inosuke
ok bye bye sorry for bothering you
« inosuke what…?!! i— are you literally dumb? »
the boarheaded young man just shook off his injuries and righted himself, unfazed, as zenitsu continued his yapping and rambling.
« monitsu..
– what?! zenitsu stopped midword in his lecture, having long stopped bothering to correct inosuke.
– monitsu, run. inosuke finished as he rushed to make a quick dash. »
zenitsu was just sat there, stunned, when he felt an ominous presence behind him.
he slowly turned his head around to delay the inevitable, offering a nervous and fearful grin to the shadow hovering behind him.
with a pathetic expression and an even more pitiful shriek, he was dragged into the mall security office by a guard as another security member chased after the other young man.
despite having run like a bat out of hell, inosuke soon joined zenitsu in the mall jail.
« i can’t believe i’m sitting in mail jail with you, of all people… » zenitsu echoed, having dragged his palm down to cover his mouth.
he sat immobile waiting for inosuke’s apology, or maybe any sign of repentance.
he waited.
and waited some more.
« at least try to pretend you’re sorry?!? » the blond gaped in disbelief.
« huh? why? » inosuke just turned around to look at zenitsu blankly. « it was your fault we got caught anyway… »
the blond’s immediate reaction was to retort and argue but swallowed down his arguments. he’s fighting a losing battle.
snapping his mouth shut, he sulked in his own corner as the two waited for tanjiro to collect them.
he sighed, it was… embarrassing. but it didn’t really matter that much at the end of the day: inosuke would probably forget most of the incident within 20 minutes of being freed, and zenitsu just doesn’t find it in him to be mad forever. especially at inosuke.
did zenitsu ever mention he absolutely detests going grocery shopping?
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fill out & repost ♥ this meme definitely favors canons more, but i hope oc’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. multimuses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.
MY MUSE IS. canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless
is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO.
is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.
is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.
are they underrated? YES / NO.
were they relevant to the main story? YES / NO.
were they relevant to the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.
are they widely known in their world? YES / NO.
how’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL.
HOW STRICTLY DO YOU FOLLOW CANON?
I try to keep as close to the Halo lore as I can. I try and have them set during the events of Halo 4 with their man location out side of plots being on the UNSC Infinity. It is a little hard to balance the lore from the games and the books because they mix some of the Spartan-II’s abilities and what the suit can do.
SELL YOUR MUSE! (aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutual.)
Spartan-197 is a super soldier who can quite literally embody the phrase “anything you can do I can do better.” His super human strength allows him to lift almost anything. He’s able to flip a tank if it fell over. He’s able to run for longer than a normal human can. The Spartan-II program has taught him a lot of skills on hand to hand combat and weapons training. This training allows him to use any weapon imaginable.
NOW THE OPPOSITE! (list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?)
The no nonsense soldier is pretty played out that it’s now expected to be there.
WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO RP YOUR MUSE?
I’ve always liked how the Halo lore and the Spartans as a group. They were shown as strong warriors who were created for the betterment of humanity. If you believe the UNSC propaganda. It was always interesting to see the Spartans from the different points of view. The Covenant see them as demons, the Insurrectionists see them as oppressors, and the UEG see them as heroes. It’s interesting to see how they all have a difference.
WHAT KEEPS YOUR INSPIRATION GOING?
My inspiration continues with all the new story ideas I and other writers come up with. I’m always excited for new stories and to see what new ideas await. I also love all the new people I get to meet.
SOME MORE PERSONAL QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN.
do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO.
do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO.
do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO.
do you think a lot about your muse during the day? YES / NO.
are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO.
are you confident in your writing? YES / NO.
are you a sensitive person? YES / NO.
DO YOU ACCEPT CRITICISM WELL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL?
I haven’t been offered any criticism about my character portrayal but I would gladly accept some if anyone were to offer some.
DO YOU LIKE QUESTIONS, WHICH HELP YOU EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER?
I really love those questions because it forces me to think about how 197 or Rebecca would answer the question and it helps me flesh them out a little more.
IF SOMEONE DISAGREES TO A HEADCANON OF YOURS, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?
I would like to know why as it will show me what they were thinking and perhaps their headcanon is a better one.
IF SOMEONE DISAGREES WITH YOUR PORTRAYAL, HOW WOULD YOU TAKE IT?
I wouldn’t take it too badly unless it changed the very core of my character as the person could make a good point of how characters from the Halo universe would react better than the way I have it done.
IF SOMEONE REALLY HATES YOUR CHARACTER, HOW DO YOU TAKE IT?
I would be a little hurt but it is understandable. Not everyone is going to like my characters and that’s ok.
ARE YOU OKAY WITH PEOPLE POINTING OUT YOUR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS?
I’m more than alright with someone pointing it out. I’m not the best with grammar and any improvement could help me as a writer.
DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EASY GOING AS A MUN?
I like to think I’m pretty easy going. As long as a person is clear when communicating with me I will pretty much go with anything.
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Chris & Ellie Series: Episode 7.5
With Tumblr holding my original writing blog @beccaheartschrisevans captive (aka flagged as explicit), I have made a secondary writing blog and may end up closing the other all together. In the meantime, I am reposting all of my stories on my new blog.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Ellie Spencer (OFC)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: graphic sex, oral sex
Episode Summary: This episode takes place in August 2016.
Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.
The Chris and Ellie series is primarily chronological. It begins with a flash forward to 2016 and has a few other scenes in the future. However, the majority of their story is told in chronological order starting in 2013 and going through 2017. Each episode starts with a date to help you place it within the story.
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Episode 7.25
Episode 7.5: Desperate for Football
August 4, 2016
Boston, MA
*Beeeeeep* *Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep* *BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*
Reaching over to the bedside table, Ellie blindly felt for her phone and silenced the alarm. She groaned into the pillow as her body complained that it was still tired.
Since she could hear Chris softly snoring next to her, she knew it couldn't be too late in the morning, but she couldn't recall what she had set the alarm for. Lifting her head, she saw that it was 10:28 in the morning and decided to go back to sleep for a few more minutes.
Settling back against her pillow, she closed her eyes and tried to recall the dream she'd been having, but the only thing that came to her mind was football.
"College Football Live is on!" she exclaimed, sitting up in bed.
"Uh! What?' Chris asked, groggily from beside her.
"Nothing, babe, sorry for waking you up," Ellie apologized. She gave him a kiss on the lips then climbed out of bed. Dodger and Daisy followed her as she left the bedroom and headed into the living room where the only TV in the house was.
Turning the TV on, she flipped it to ESPN and then let the dogs out of the house to do their business. Returning to the living room, she was surprised to see that Sports Center was on and not College Football Live. Grabbing her phone, she opened up her TV Guide app and looked at the ESPN listing for 10:30, which showed that CFL was supposed to be showing.
"Stupid ESPN," she muttered as she listened to them talking about stuff she didn't care about. "All I want to watch is College Football Live!"
"That's not on for another 3 hours," Chris said from the doorway.
"No, it's on at 10:30!" Ellie replied. "Look!" She showed him the app on her phone.
"It's on at 10:30 on the West Coast," Chris said. "That's 1:30 here. It's only 7:30 back in California."
Ellie frowned as she processed his words and she crossed her arms. "Stupid time zones and jet lag."
Chris shook his head as he chuckled. "I'm going to get you some coffee," he said.
He returned a couple minutes later with a mug in each hand and gave one of them to her before taking a seat next to her on the couch. As they sipped their coffee, the sports casters talked about everything from basketball, golf, tennis, the upcoming Olympics and every other sports known to man except football.
"Shut up and bring us football," Ellie told them.
"Damn," Chris said, giving her a side-eyed glance. "You're getting really aggressive about your football, babe. If I didn't know any better I'd say you were desperate for it…"
"I am desperate for it!" she exclaimed. "You saw the way the Ducks totally and utterly -" She stopped talking, not wanting to remember the horror that was last season or the way her team had given up a 30+ point lead in their bowl game and ultimately lost. She took a deep breath and then continued, "It's a new season and I'm ready for it to begin."
"That's not what I meant by desperate," Chris said, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously. "I meant it as in you are horny for football to start."
Ellie's blue eyes opened wide and she opened her mouth to disagree, but she couldn't because it was true. "Yeah, well, at least I don't pop a semi every time -"
"Do not finish that statement," Chris said, threateningly.
"Every time Tom Brady's name is mentioned or his picture is shown on the TV!" Ellie finished defiantly.
"You've done it now," Chris said, his eyes flashing with danger. He licked his lips and then he dove at her, his fingers finding her most ticklish spots.
"Stop it!" Ellie shrieked as she laughed and tried to get away from him, but he was too strong. "Chris! Stop!"
"You know the magic words," Chris taunted as he continued to tickle her. "All you have to do is admit that Tom Brady is the best quarterback of our generation and I'll let you go."
"Never!" Ellie replied as she tried to squirm away. The only result was that she and Chris both ended up on the floor, but somehow he was still on top of her.
"Are you ok?" he asked with genuine concern on his face.
"Yes," she nodded and immediately regretted it when he started tickling her again. "Stop it or I'll knee you where the sun doesn't shine." She tried to put a mean look on her face, but it was hard when he kept tickling her.
"You'd never do that," Chris said smugly.
"Yes, I would," Ellie said, channeling all her inner strength to display a threatening look on her face.
"Nope," he shook his head.
"Stop saying that," Ellie frowned.
"If you were going to do it, you'd already have done it," Chris pointed out. "Besides, you like the dick too much it hurt it."
"Eh," Ellie shrugged, giving a bored shrug.
"'Eh', really?" Chris asked.
Ellie fought back a smile as Chris grabbed her hands and pulled them over her head, holding them there with one hand.
"I'll show you 'eh'," he whispered.
He took advantage of the fact that she was wearing what she'd worn to bed the night before--a long t-shirt and a pair of booty shorts--and slid the shirt up with his free hand, exposing her large breasts to his eyes.
Ellie bit down on her lower lip as Chris's pawed at one of her breasts while his tongue teased the nipple of the other. He took his sweet time on her breasts, letting her know that he planned to get even with her for her 'eh' comment.
She was more than ready when his hand finally moved down her body to her panties, but he took his time teasing her through the thin fabric.
"Chris," she whined as he teased her sensitive nub through her panties. "Please!"
"You know the magic words," Chris taunted as he let go of her hands. "Don't move your hands."
Ellie's chest rose and fell as Chris slowly pulled her panties down her legs. She parted her legs, giving him full access to her lady parts, hoping he'd take a hint. She 'huffed' out a whine when his hands found her inner thighs.
"Just say it, babe," he said, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.
"The Dick isn't eh!" she said. "It's magical! It has the power to completely undo me!"
"Of course it does," Chris replied as he let his fingers dance over the outer lips of her sex. "But those aren't the magic words."
"I don't want to say that," she whined.
"Say it." He blew hot air across her mound.
"Fuck you!" she cried out.
"I'll fuck you as soon as you say the magic words," Chris replied, looking up at her with a mischievous smile.
"TomBradyisthebestquarterbackofourgeneration," Ellie grumbled.
"What was that?" Chris asked. "I couldn't hear you."
Ellie glared at him and then said, "Tom Brady is the best quarterback of our generation."
"Damn right he is," Chris smirked and then he dove in between her legs, his hands exploring her inner lips and his tongue tasting everything she had to offer.
Ellie closed her eyes and grabbed onto the leg of the coffee table as Chris applied his practically orgasmic kissing skills to her sex. Her cries filled the living room, blocking out the voices of the sports casters as they talked about the NFL.
Ellie's body tightened as he brought her over the edge and she cried out as she came. Opening her eyes as she recovered, she watched as he shucked his boxers and ran his hand over his hard manhood.
Repositioning himself between her legs, Chris slid into her in a single motion. Leaning down, his mouth found hers and he slipped his tongue in between her parted lips. As they kissed, he moved in and out of her.
Soon their mouths separated and their heavy breathing filled the room as their bodies moved together.
Chris said nothing as Ellie's hands moved from the leg of the coffee table and grabbed hold of his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. The fact that she had held out for so long made him harder and added extra power to his next thrust.
Ellie cried out as she came and Chris followed with a moan as he shot his seed into her. He collapsed against her, half on and half off of her.
As they lay there, the conversation between the sports casters turned from the Patriots to baseball.
Episode 7.75
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Southern Charm: Chapter 1
Shipping: Bucky Barnes x Southern!Reader
Summary: You meet the team and later make them a traditional Southern breakfast, just like at your home.
Warnings: Just some happiness
A/N: Just reposting this...
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After your successful interview, you started the next week. You wanted to tell your family that you were moving to New York and be able to pack all your things. You had decided to drive back to New York in your pickup cause you wanted a means of transportation once there. It was a 3-day drive, but so worth it in the end.
Once you arrived back at Avengers Tower, Tony made sure that you were to have a room in the tower, so you wouldn’t have to travel very far, and to introduce you to the team.
“Here is you room key, so don’t lose it. It will give you access to the living quarters, entrance and other certain places of the tower. We’ll get to that once you’ve settled; now it’s time to meet the team.”
He led you to the living quarters with your luggage in tow; once you arrived, you were greeted by a man with dark hair sporting glasses.
“Bruce! I’d like you to meet my new assistant, Y/N Y/L/N.” Tony said as the man came up.
“It’s nice to meet you Y/N. I’m Bruce Banner.” You’ve heard of him. You’ve read all the newspapers and reports of what happened to him. “I have to say, your last name sounds familiar. Isn’t your father’s name Y/F/N?”
“Yes, he is actually. He’s told me about you Dr. Banner.” You told him with a sympathetic smile
“He is a good man. How is he doing?”
“He’s doing perty good. He works at the recruitment office down where I live after he retired from the military.” You tell him after giving him a handshake.
“That’s good. We should catch up sometime and we can discuss more. It’s very nice to finally meet you Y/N.” Bruce said as he goes to leave to do something.
After that, Tony escorted you to meet the rest of the team.
“Guys! I’d like you to meet my new assistant, Y/N Y/L/N.” Tony announces to the rest of the team as they get up to meet you.
“It’s such an honor to meet all of you!”
Whom you meet was the original members of the Avengers plus a few others as well. The first person you met after Bruce was Clint Barton. He was a bit laid back, but you could tell that he had a bit of a fatherly vibe coming off of him; After that, you met Natasha Romanov, the famous Black Widow. She looked like she came out of a bombshell magazine! She had a strong demeanor, yet her eyes were soft and kind.
You went down the row, meeting Sam Wilson and Thor (built like a brick house my God). The next to last person you met was the Captain America, Captain Steve Rogers. When you met him, you felt like you were going to swoon.
“Captain Rogers, it is such an honor to meet you! My great-great grandfather was a Sergeant that served in the 69th regiment before joining the 107th during World War Two.” You say with the biggest smile on your face.
“It’s nice to meet you and please, call me Steve. My friend here also served in the 107th as well.” Steve said, gesturing to his friend.
“My name is James, but my friends call me ‘Bucky.’” The man, now you know as James, said as he shook your hand.
“My grandfather told me about you too Sergeant Barnes. It’s an honor to meet you as well!” she told him with the kind smile. “Where’s the rest of the team? I heard there were more of ya’ll living here.”
“They’re away on a mission right now, but they should be back by tonight.” Steve said as you went to your luggage.
“Perfect! Give me enough time to get some grocery shopping done!” You say excitedly. “Which way is my room again Mr. Stark?”
“This way, you are next door to Steve and Bucky.” Tony says, escorting you to your room. Once there, you don’t mind the size of the room, but the view is spectacular.
Once you have your luggage in, you grab your phone and your keys, and you run out to go grocery shopping.
~~
Once the team was alone, they decided to speak their mind about you.
“She’s a sprightful one, isn’t she?” Steve points out with a smile.
“Is she from down South, Tony?” Natasha asks, going to grab a bottle of water.
“Did her accent give it away?” Tony joked as he went to sit down.
“She does have a sort of charm about her. Hopefully she can keep up with all of us.” Thor said leaning against the kitchen counter.
“I think it’s what they call ‘Southern Charm’ or something down where she lives.” Sam said, chuckling a bit. “I can’t wait for her to meet the twins.”
Bucky is silent during their conversation until he pulls Steve to the side. “Do you think she knows about me?”
“I don’t think so Buck. Even if she did, I don’t think she’d be the type of person to judge.” Steve states to his best friend. “Ask her when you feel ready to, ok bud?”
“Okay.”
~~
The next morning was when you met the rest of the team, so you decided to make them breakfast. That was why you went grocery shopping, so you could cook them a traditional Southern breakfast.
You woke up early to prepare breakfast; you made: biscuits n’ gravy, blueberry and chocolate chip pancakes (you made sure to get plenty of syrup), grits with butter, whole and wheat toast, eggs and bacon, French toast with powdered sugar, fresh squeezed orange juice, coffee, and you made a bowl of assorted fruits as well.
You were finishing up the biscuits n’ gravy when you heard, “What’s all this?” from behind you. You turn around to see the team standing on the opposite side of the table.
“Mornin’ everyone!” You say with a smile on your face. They notice that you are wearing pajamas with an apron over them, wearing glasses over your eyes and your face having splotches of flour on it. “Please, take a seat, breakfast is almost served!”
“Did you make breakfast for an army, kid?” Tony asked, astonished on how much stuff you made.
“Well, when you grow up with four older brothers, it kinda feels like that sometimes.” You laugh when you heard a timer go off. “Biscuits are ready!” you say as you rush to the oven, sliding on the tile floor.
Everyone goes to sit around the table as you prepare the last of the meal to be served. “Oh! Mr. Stark. I have all the interviews that you need to do scheduled up to the next week and I need you sign some papers as well. Ms. Romanov, your new weapons you ordered have arrived. I took the liberty to set them out for you in the shooting range; they are ready for you when after you eat. Captain Rogers, S.H.I.E.L.D. has some new recruits for you to train. Director Fury wants you to go by there tomorrow if it’s possible. Mr. Barton, someone left a message for you. I didn’t ask who it is because they told me it was a secret, so it sounds important.”
She said all of that whilst pulling out the orange and grape juice, and the milk, putting the biscuits on a plate and stirring the gravy pot, placing everything on the table. While she did that, the last of the team came in, introducing themselves as Pietro and Wanda Maximoff and James Rhodes.
The rest of team is in shock of how much she did her job and how she got all of the things done in a short amount of time.
They all go to sit around the table when they hear her say “Oh! I almost forgot!” She goes to grab a box from the cabinets and tosses them to Thor. “Got Pop tarts for the big guy.”
Even Thor is impressed by this woman.
“Don’t just sit there lollygaggin’, dig in! If ya’ll get any biscuits and gravy, I’ll show you how to prep it.” You said with a smile as you took off your apron and sat with the rest of the team.
As the team got all of their plates ready, they all took one bite at the same time.
“Oh my GOD!” Tony exclaimed after taking his first bite. “This is so good! Where in the world did you learn to cook like this??”
“Like ah said, when you grow up with four brothers and in a military family, it feels like I’m cooking for an army.” You laughed as you ate your breakfast.
“You said your great-great grandfather served during World War Two. What was his name, if you don’t mind me asking?” Steve said as he took a sip of his coffee.
“Ah, the stories that he told me and mah family. He was a real hoot, lemme tell you. I think he told me he used to serve in the ‘Howling Commandos’ or somethin’. His name was Timothy Dugan.”
When Steve and Bucky heard that name, they both choked on their drinks.
“Your great-great grandfather was Dum Dum Dugan!?” Bucky said out of shock, trying to breathe while the others laughed.
“Well, don’t act so surprised! Where do’ya think ah got my charm from?” You said with a cock of your eyebrow.
“Why isn’t your last name ‘Dugan?’” Sam asks out of curiosity.
“Grandpa Dum Dum was my great-great grandfather from mah mother’s side.” She told him as she took another bite out of her breakfast.
“Small world, isn’t it Rogers?” Tony teases as he finishes up his plate to make another.
“I actually own the pickup he had. It was passed down to me by my mother.”
“What year is it?” Steve asks, going to make another plate.
“Mid-forties ah think? I’m still tryna fix the ol’ girl up.”
The conversation goes on until most of the team leaves. All the food ends up getting eaten, so you start to do the dishes. Steve insists that he, Bucky and Tony do it because you spent so much time on breakfast.
“That’s mighty generous of you, thank you! I’ll go hit tha showers. Thanks again!” You say as you place a hand on Bucky’s left shoulder. He stiffened at the contact, but you didn’t seem to mind that he had a prosthetic on.
After you left to take a shower, they all watch you leave.
“She’s something, isn’t she?” Steve says as he begins to wash the dishes. “You better keep her around for a while Tony, she could be a good asset to the team.”
“Yea, I think so too.” Tony agrees as he dries them and hands them to Bucky. Bucky is just thinking about you in general, your smiling face being framed by your glasses, your dimples showing when you do so. He smiles a bit in the thought of getting to know you a bit too.
It must be your Southern charm.
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