#But yeah this is the result of having to stare at a mirror for hours to not lose sight of reality

[art-from-the-pantry]

I wouldn't normally post self-portraits, but I don't think I know anyone who would let me call this one. Also hey, it's that special time of the year, this gets a pass.

[arhvste]

“this is killing me.” kuroo mumbled as he tossed his phone to his side. “just trust me bro,” his best friend-turned roommate bokuto grinned. “this works everytime for me i swear!”

kuroo sighed before grabbing phone again to refresh his instagram story views once more. several people had already viewed the post-gym mirror selfie he’d taken in attempts to garner attention from one particular follower of his; you. “maybe it’s too cringe…” he muttered while over analysing the photo that had already gained a couple of likes within the twenty minutes it had already been up for. “nah.” bokuto reassured him and pat his friend on the shoulder. “you look sexy.” kuroo stared back at the two-toned haired boy. “… thanks bro.”

this isn’t something kuroo would typically post but times were tough and he was desperate. he’d seen you around campus but luck was not on his side when it came to scheduling and the two of you barely had class time together. yet the little class time you did share, kuroo hung onto it tightly and would let scenes of these weekly one hour classes replay in his head more often than he’d like to admit.

“i feel like a modern jay gatsby,” the ex volleyball captain huffed. “my selfie is the equivalent of the wild parties he’d throw in hopes to get daisy’s attention except i don’t want to post every night, i’ve already made myself cringe with this one post.” bokuto stared back at his friend blankly. “yeah… whatever that means.” kuroo frowned back “it’s a classic, you should know what i mean!”

how much longer was he going to have to wait? bokuto had promised him quick results with this method and so far he’d felt deceived and lied to. if talking to you when he got the chance wasn’t enough to get a conversation going outside the classroom, then social media seemed like the next best attempt to start interacting more.

what were you doing? why weren’t you viewing his story? could you even see his story? did he accidentally block you?

these questions ran through his mind as he quickly rushed to check to make sure he hadn’t for some reason blocked you from seeing his story. he half wished he did because then at least he’d know what on earth was taking you so damn long to see the photo he was increasingly starting to hate more the longer it was posted.

“this is stupid.” he stated as he faced bokuto who had zero concerns in his method in gaining someone’s attention. “it works you just have to wait, trust me.”

kuroo frowned as the little red hearts of others who weren’t you fluttered from the bottom corner of the photo. “look!” his best friend grinned as he leaned over kuroo’s shoulder and pointed to the screen of his phone. “you’re getting likes on it!”

“what’s the point if they’re not likes from the person i posted this for in the first place.” kuroo grumbled back in response. he couldn’t believe he’d been subjected to such an attempt to gain some attention from you. it was ridiculous.

it had been about forty five minutes since he’d posted it and he was slowly losing his mind. sure, the post was going to be up for twenty four hours (if he didn’t give into the voices in his head telling him to delete it) so forty five minutes was nothing, but the minutes were beginning to feel like hours and he was dying inside. why weren’t you viewing it already and what could possibly be keeping you off your phone right now?

“this is stupid.” he decided as notifications from his old team mates started to flash up on his screen. the last thing he needed was lev replying with ‘looksmaxing’ to a post that was secretly dedicated to you. “no, it’s barely been up!” bokuto whined. “you look hot so you should get some replies anyway what’s the big deal?”

pinching the bridge of his nose, kuroo huffed. “the big deal is the person i posted this for hasn’t replied!” what was the point in making sure to go to the gym during a rest day just to take this photo if he wasn’t going to at least make his existence more known to you? he’d even worked his legs enough to the point of managing to achieve the sweaty but sexy look. the muscles in his legs were dying, but his dignity sure as hell wouldn’t.

the college student opened up his phone with the intention to end the mental war inside his head once and for all by deleting the post altogether. bokuto watched his friend in defeat but his eyes flashed. “yes they did!” he yelled and pointed to the screen as your name flashed at the top of his screen.

kuroo’s heart jumped at the sight of your profile picture he’d made a daily routine of staring at and the now blue dot indicating a message from your profile in his inbox. to think he was going to delete this post just a second too, what were the chances?

psyching himself up, kuroo took a few quiet deep breathes before letting the time next to your message pass for a few minutes. he wasn’t an instagram warrior by any means, but he knew enough about general rules in order to not look desperate online.

bokuto watched over his friends shoulders as the two stared in anticipation awaiting the message kuroo had been dying for. this was it. leg day two times in a row was gruelling and he’d regret it for the next few days but it would have been worth it. the countless messages from his old teammates mocking his attempts at a thirst trap could be looked past now that you had finally given into the bait he’d so carefully laid. this is what he’d been waiting for. days of preparing and deciding how to gain your attention had finally paid off and he was about to reap the rewards he’d sown.

clicking the message with baited breath, his heart raced as bokuto’s grip of his shoulder tightened. finally.

‘the label on your shirt is sticking out, make sure to cut it’

“a wins a win.” bokuto filled the silence between the pair as kuroo stared at his phone with a blank expression. “… a wins a win…”

[evie-sturns]

Bonfire - Chris Sturniolo

summary: you and chris have been as close as anything for years, until one night where chris, you and your friend group have a beach bonfire, resulting in you and chris disappearing together..

contains: smut, sneaking off with chris, semi-public sex, swearing.

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chris and i have been close since the start of highschool, he introduced me to his brothers, nick and matt, who i've also befriended over the past few years. tonight our whole extended friend group are meeting up on the beach for a bonfire for madis birthday.

6:39pm

i pull up my low rise denim shorts, fixing my hair in the mirror as chris watches from behind me. "chris, i think my bikini is loose, can you tighten it for me?" i ask, spinning around to look at him.

chris clears his throat, "yeah, sure." he says, walking across my bedroom to me and spinning me around. i feel his cold fingers untie my bikini top as i hold the straps.

he gently brushes my back as he tightens the top into a double-knot. "tight enough?" chris asks, i spin around a flash him a smile, "thanks!" i chirp.

"can you guys hurry the fuck up." matt groans, he's apparently 'despises' being our uber driver.

"hey mr sunshine!" i say with a sarcastic grin painted across my face as i open my bedroom door, matt just scoffs with a small laugh, hes got his car keys in his hands.

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i jump into the backseat of matts mini van, nick gets in the passenger seat and chris jumps in beside me, our legs touching.

the ride to the beach is.. entertaining? matt and nick have been having a deathly argument ever since we pulled out of our driveway, and i don't think they even know what theyre arguing about now.

matt reaches behind and slaps chris's thigh,

"the fuck did i do!!" chris laughs in shock, "breathing so loud, you sound like your battling your fucking demons back there." matt mumbles as he parallel parks into a spot.

chris taps my inner thigh with 2 fingers, "ready to go?" he asks i nod shyly, my mouth open slightly. chris climbs out of the backseat, i follow close behind, stepping out on to the footpath, covered in small grains of sand. i follow behind the triplets, the beach is completley empty apart from a small cluster of people.

"matt!" nate calls out from the sand about 50 meters away, waving his hand above his head. i jog over to them, dramatically leaping into madis arms,

theres about 35 people all scattered on the sand around a heaped pile of sticks, before i can look for chris i hear a small cheer as a boy lights up the pile of sticks, the orange rays illuminating the grains of sand around the fire.

i run over to the triplets who are sat on the sand is a small cluster, i plop myself down next to them, sparking up a conversation as people start to pull alcohol out of nowhere.

9:47pm

im laying on chris's chest as lively music blares through the night air, he breathes in and out calmly. the sun has fully set, the only light on the beach is the burnt out bonfire, sand kicks up as everyone charges towards the ocean,

i sit up, looking down at chris who has his eyes shut peacefully, the only people left on the beach are all drunk and obnoxiously loud. "chris." i tap him lightly, his eyes flutter open.

"mhm?" he asks, sitting up. his features are perfectly sculptured by the dim light, his hair resting on his forehead. the chain around his neck clings to his bare chest, the only thing on his body are dark blue swim shorts.

i grab his hand, standing up and brushing myself off. i drag chris behind the sand dunes. "you okay?" he asks, i stand infront of him, grabbing his jaw and staring at his lips.

before i can lean in, chris connects our lips hungrily, his hand snaking around my waist and back. i feel the same hands that were tying my bikini 3 hours ago, now frantically undoing it. my bikini falls to our feet, chris pulls away from the kiss, his eyes roaming up and down my body.

chris sits down on the sand, i straddle him as he pulls off his swim shorts. i undo my denim shorts, my bikini bottoms follow.

chris stares into my eyes, our heathy breaths accompanying the silence. "you want to?" chris asks, gripping my waist. "obviously" i tease "gonna have to be nice and quiet for me? yeah?" chris asks, i nod.

“you sure i mean-“ he starts again, i cut him off

“chris we will talk about all of this tomorrow, i need you now”

his hands move to my ass, he hovers me right above his tip before sinking me down slowly, i slam a hand over my mouth “shit.” i moan, the noise muffled by my palm.

“you got it.” chris says, his voice shaky.

i start to bounce up and down on his length, chris also thrusts up into me, filling me up.

chris flips us over, keeping himself inside of me. his chain dangles infront of me as he starts to pound into me, the sand moving below me.

i let out a scream of his name as he repeatedly pounds into me at just the right angle “please fuck!”

chris slams a hand over my lips, his eyes locking with mine, “be quiet.” he almost demands,

“chris i’m close” i groan into his cold hand, he shakes his head,

“no not yet.” he manages to squeeze out, his voice strained.

i start to clench around chris with every thrust, barely audible whimpers escape chris each time i do, i can tell its driving him crazy.

“cum for me, right now” chris says, his thrusts increasing in intensity,

i do, releasing around him, my nails clawing his back repeatedly, he thrusts into me one last time before pulling out, stroking himself once before painting the sand white.

chris and i lay still next to eachother for about a minute, attempting to catch our breath.

“you okay?” chris asks with a small laugh. “yeah, more than okay.” i say back, starting to redress myself.

chris pulls up his shorts before helping me up off the sand, he takes my hand and runs me down to the beach, “chris!” i laugh as he scoops me off my feet and runs towards the ocean, where all of our friends are.

he sprints into the water, throwing me a meter before tripping up and slamming face first into a wave.

i erupt into laughter as he stands up, casually running a hand through his soaked hair.

“yo chris!?” a boy calls out, swimming over to him,

“yeah?” he replies, i watch him as he spins around to face the boy,

“who the fuck was scraping your back, you’ve got red nail lines like everywhere” the boy laughs,

chris’s head snaps round to look at me before swimming over to me, scooping me up for the second time tonight and throwing me into the water.

[mieldreams]

Pretty when you cry

anakin skywalker x reader (or) sam monroe x reader

warnings: smut, minors DNI

a/n: a lil sweet treat for halloween. not proofread.

It hurts. You've got him in a chair, hands tied behind his back. It's been what feels like hours, though really it's hardly been an hour. There's a mirror that faces him. Him and you. He sees his own pathetic reflection staring back at him, mocking. His eyes are glossy with desperate unshed tears, lips bitten to a juicy peach pink. His gaze shifts to your figure sitting on his lap, your bare back facing the mirror. His gaze follows the curve of your spine, lower and lower till it stops at your panties, pushed aside, his thick cock pulsing inside to fill you full for the third time in the past hour. The ring at the base had seemed like a fun little toy in the beginning, something to test his limits, tease him. And tease him you did to the point where it felt like a torture device now. God, he just wanted it to end – the pain, the pleasure. Desperate little thrusts to quell the ache, whimpers and gasps escaping his mouth dropped open in a deliciously pained expression. Eyebrows scrunched, neck stretched, showing off all your territorial marks on him. His eyes shoot open when he feels you purposefully clench around him, thick cream oozing out as a result, dripping down his length, drenching his thighs. A loud moan escapes him, gaze locking on your figures again, immediately zeroing in on where you're joined. God, it's so wet. and it just won't stop, rope after rope, the thick vein that ran along his underside is swollen and throbbing incessantly. It feels too much, his muscles are strained, fists twisting and turning in their binds in hopeless desperation, nails digging into his sweaty palms. He wants to hold you, touch you, feel you. rip out of his restraints to grab your hips and... fuck your guts till you can't walk straight for a week? or get you off and away from him and tend to his surely broken dick? he's not even sure what he wants. His lungs are on fire, there's lava in his bloodstream. He can't stop cumming, even though you have mostly maintained a slow torturous pace for a better part of the evening. Though now, you sit entirely unmoving on his lap, legs on either side of his hips, your warmth and weight another delicious torture for him. He finally feels the last load pump out, the heat in his body settling as the burning embers in his chest slowly cool. He takes a deep breath. His mind feels a little calmer, though just as hazy and light.

He's somehow managed to hold his tears in all this time, not giving you the satisfaction of seeing your pretty little crier. That won't work. A moment passes, then two. You kiss and nibble at his jaw but your body remains still. Except for when you turn your head, shooting a dangerous smirk over your shoulder. His eyes widen as they meet yours in the mirror, your hips lift up slowly, only to drop down again hard, clenching and unclenching on every lift, swivel and drop in the most tempting way. His eyes immediately squeeze shut, a loud almost wounded moan escapes him. His insides size up again. He feels the familiar pressure building in his tip. "Just one more pretty boy, wanna see you cry" His hands are shaking again, hips moving wildly in a desperate attempt to get closer, or move away, he's not sure. Pained whimpers escape him, eyes still squeezed shut tight. "Just one more." and who is he to deny you? All his strength leaves when he finally fills you up again, his posture hunched as if he couldn't hold himself straight anymore, face buried into your neck.

You tug on his hair to gently lift his head up, a small whimper escaping him. His eyes are still closed. "You okay, pretty?" His lashes flutter as he finally meets your gaze. A single tear rolls down his cheek. A watery smile glows on his face, "Yeah," he lifts his hands up in front of your eyes, separate as the broken restraints dangle from one of his wrists, "but you're not gonna be." Your eyes widen, his smirk grows, hands on your hips tug you into him. His lips meet the shell of your ear, "buckle up, baby." he leaves a small kiss before straightening up again. And you know it's the last bit of kindness he'll be showing you tonight.

a/n: didn't know whether to make this an ani or sam fic so just typed both. (I imagined it to be sam ngl but the ending seemed more ani)

aight so who wants to talk with me abt how hayden christensen is the prettiest crier ever. it's annoying almost.

[whereforarthur]

Wedding Day Bliss~

Request: I had this idea if a wedding day. Like the whole wedding day leading up to the end of the night. Like the saying their vows and it being really emotional and George tearing up when she is walking down the aisle and the reception and all their friends and family watching them be so in love. Also their first dance as husband and wife I think would be so cute then sharing kisses and just being in their own bubble with George’s friends making speeches.

Pairing: George Clarkey x reader

Rating: PG-13

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 3.3k

*****

"The best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly who you are: good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you. The right person is still going to think the sun shines out of your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with." —Juno

"You okay, mate?" Arthur's voice cut through the early morning chill as George stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. His hand hovered over the shaving cream, his eyes bloodshot from last night's festivities.

"Yeah, just trying to remember what year it is," George joked, rubbing his hand over his unshaven face. The wedding was in a few hours, and the nerves were starting to set in. He had never felt so alive, so ready to embark on a new chapter with the love of his life. Yet, the gravity of the promise he was about to make weighed on him like the hangover he was pretending not to have.

The house was buzzing with activity, the air thick with excitement and anticipation. The smell of fresh flowers wafted in from the open windows, mingling with the faint scent of his mother's famous breakfast spread. He could hear the distant chatter of the bridesmaids, the occasional burst of laughter, and the clinking of champagne flutes as they toasted to the soon-to-be newlyweds. George took a deep breath and turned to face the day ahead.

When she reached him, George's hand trembled slightly as he took hers. The priest's words were a gentle hum in the background as they exchanged vows, their eyes never leaving each other's.

"Y/N," George began, his voice clear and steady despite the tumult of emotions churning within him. "Thank you for loving me, for understanding me, and for putting up with my friends. They're a wild bunch, but they're mine, and you've welcomed them into your heart without question." He paused, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he thought of the countless nights spent cleaning up after their drunken escapades. "I promise to stand by you, to cherish you, and to laugh with you, even when they're singing off-key karaoke at three in the morning."

Each word felt like a promise etched into their very souls, a declaration that no matter what life threw at them, they would face it together. And as he slipped the ring onto her finger, he knew that he had made the right choice.

The congregation chuckled softly, and George felt a warmth spread through him. He took a deep breath and continued, "I vow to support you in your dreams, even if it means watching every cooking show on Netflix with you." He winked, remembering her passion for culinary mastery, which often resulted in kitchen disasters that only she found amusing. "To be your partner, your confidant, and your rock, as you are mine."

"And now," the priest announced, turning to Y/N, "it is your turn to speak your vows." She took a deep breath, her hand tightening around George's. Her voice was steady and sure as she began, "George, my love, from the moment I met you, I knew you were different. Your kindness, your humor, your unwavering loyalty—these are the traits that have made me fall in love with you over and over again."

The room grew still, captivated by her every word. "I promise to be your home, a place where you can always find comfort and peace. I vow to stand by your side, through every challenge and every victory, holding your hand through it all. I will laugh with you, cry with you, and maybe even dance with you when you're feeling particularly courageous."

Her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, and George felt his cheeks warm at the thought of their many dance floor disasters. She went on, "I will cherish every moment we share, from the mundane to the magnificent, because each one is a gift that I never knew I needed until you gave it to me. I will love you fiercely, George, because you have shown me what it means to truly be loved."

The room was silent as the gravity of her words settled over the guests. The emotion in her voice was palpable, and George felt his heart swell with love for this incredible woman. He couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life making her as happy as she made him.

"You may now kiss the bride," the priest announced, breaking the spell. George leaned in, his heart racing, and kissed her softly. It was a kiss that spoke of their future together, a gentle promise of love and protection. The congregation erupted in applause and cheers, and the organist began to play the wedding march.

They walked back down the aisle, hand in hand, smiling at their friends and family. The warmth of their union seemed to radiate outwards, wrapping everyone in a blanket of joy. The light from the stained glass windows painted them in a rainbow of colors, as if the very walls of the church were celebrating with them.

*****

The reception was held in the manor's lush gardens, under a grand marquee that had been set up especially for the occasion. The air was filled with the sweet scent of roses and the sound of laughter. The guests were already mingling, eager to congratulate the newlyweds. As they stepped outside, George and Y/N were greeted by a shower of confetti, thrown by their exuberant friends and relatives. It was like stepping into a whirlwind of love and good wishes.

Throughout the evening, George couldn't help but steal glances at his bride, her smile never fading, her eyes always sparkling. They danced, they talked, they laughed, and with every shared moment, he felt his heart swell with love. The speeches from his friends were equal parts embarrassing and endearing, each one reminding him of the incredible journey that had led them here.

But it was Arthur's speech that truly stole the show. He took the microphone with a grin that was a mix of mischief and affection, his eyes twinkling as he began to recount their escapades from over the years. The room grew quieter, anticipating the tales that were about to unfold.

"Ladies and gentlemen, family and friends," Arthur started, his voice carrying over the clinking of silverware and the gentle hum of conversation. "I stand before you today, not just as George's best man, but as his confidant, his wingman, and occasionally his designated driver." The crowd chuckled, setting the tone for the heartfelt roast that was to come.

"Now, I've known George for what feels like an eternity," Arthur continued, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "We've been through it all—the good, the bad, and the questionably legal. And through it all, he's remained the same lovable, slightly disaster-prone man we all know and love."

The crowd chuckled, and George felt a warmth spread through him as Arthur winked at him. "But today, we're not just celebrating George and Y/N's love story," he said, his tone growing serious. "We're also saying goodbye to the bachelor days, the nights out that ended with pizza on the floor and George's head in the toilet." A collective groan echoed through the room, followed by laughter. "And Y/N, let me just say, you're a brave soul for taking him on. You're not just gaining a husband; you're inheriting a lifetime subscription to 'What the hell was I thinking?' magazine."

Arthur raised his glass, and the room fell silent. "But in all seriousness, George, I couldn't be happier for you. You've found someone who not only puts up with your terrible taste in music and your obsession with superheroes but also makes you a better man. And Y/N, you're not just stealing him from us; you're giving us back a George we haven't seen in a long time—one who's more at peace, more content, and dare I say it, more responsible."

The room erupted in laughter, and George couldn't help but feel a twinge of truth in Arthur's words. Y/N had indeed changed him for the better, bringing order to the chaos that was his life and filling his days with a warmth he hadn't realized he was missing. He looked over at her, her cheeks flushed with a blush that made her look even more radiant, and knew that every second of this new journey with her would be worth it.

As Arthur wrapped up his speech, the DJ took over. The air was electric with joy, and George found himself drawn to Y/N, ready for their first dance as husband and wife. The first dance was a slow, sweet melody that had been playing on the radio the first time they had kissed. As George held her in his arms, their bodies moving in perfect sync, he whispered into her ear, "Thank you for choosing me." Her eyes searched his, filled with a love so deep it seemed to hold the secrets of the universe. "I've always chosen you," she murmured back, her voice filled with a gentle certainty that washed over him like a warm summer rain.

*****

The evening passed in a blur of shared glances, whispered promises, and stolen kisses. The air was electric with love and happiness, and every moment felt like a precious memory in the making. As the night grew darker, the stars began to twinkle outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, echoing the sparkle in their eyes.

Their friends and family watched with smiles, some with misty eyes, as the couple moved in perfect harmony. The lyrics of the song spoke of a love that had withstood the test of time, a promise of forever, and George felt it resonate deep within him. He whispered sweet nothings into Y/N's ear, her cheek pressed against his chest, and she giggled, her happiness infectious.

He couldn't stop thinking about how lucky he was to have her, to call her his wife. Every few seconds, he'd lean down and press a gentle kiss to her forehead, her cheek, her lips—any part of her he could reach without breaking the rhythm of their dance. Her eyes would flutter closed with each touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips, and he knew she felt the same overwhelming love that he did.

A silent conversation of love and adoration that didn't need words to convey the depth of their feelings. The music swelled around them, a cocoon of sound that blocked out the world and left only the two of them, spinning and swaying to the beat of their hearts. The warmth of her body against his was a reassurance that she was real, that this wasn't just some beautiful dream he would wake up from.

From the sidelines, George's friends couldn't help but tease him. They had never seen him so lost in a moment, so utterly consumed by happiness. "Look at him," Chris murmured to Arthur Hill, his own partner in crime at past escapades. "He's gone soft."

Arthur Hill chuckled, raising his glass. "It's about time," he said, a hint of sentimentality in his voice. "He's been chasing that love bug for years. It's good to see him finally catch it."

Their banter grew louder, a playful jab here and there, but the affection behind their words was unmistakable. "You know, I never thought I'd see the day when George Clarkey would be this whipped," Arthur quipped, earning a playful glare from George.

Chris, Max, Arthur, and Arthur Hill had been the life of the party, charming the guests with their wit and camaraderie. They had been an integral part of George's life for years, and seeing them interact with Y/N and her friends was a delightful reminder of how intertwined their worlds had become. Their banter was light-hearted, their laughter infectious, and their love for the couple palpable.

As the night grew later and the music grew softer, the four friends—now bonded by more than just friendship—gathered around George and Y/N, raising their glasses in a toast. "To new beginnings," Arthur said, his voice a blend of joviality and sincerity. "May your love be as wild and unpredictable as our adventures, yet as steadfast as the foundation of this ancient city we call home."

Chris leaned in, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "And may you never run out of patience for each other," he added with a knowing smile, "because with us around, you're going to need it." The group erupted in laughter, the tension of the day giving way to the easy camaraderie that had carried them through so much.

"To Y/N," Max said, raising his glass higher, "for saving us from ever having to listen to George's dreadful dating stories again." The room buzzed with knowing chuckles, and George couldn't help but laugh along. The group's laughter grew as they reminisced about his infamous Hinge dates—stories of catfishing, awkward silences, and that one girl who had stood him up a record eight times.

Y/N leaned into George, her eyes shining with mirth. "But I'm the one who finally caught you," she whispered, her voice a gentle caress against his ear. "And I'm so happy I could be the one to save you from a life of swiping and ghosting."

Their friends' laughter grew, but George's gaze never left hers. "You didn't just save me," he murmured, his voice low enough that only she could hear. "You gave me a reason to stop looking." He placed a tender kiss on her cheek, the warmth of his lips leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

As the music played on, George watched his wife dance with her father, her smile never fading, her eyes shimmering with happiness. The moment was so perfect it hurt. He felt a gentle pat on his shoulder and turned to see Arthur, a solemn look on his face. "You know, George," Arthur said, his voice barely above a whisper, "you're the luckiest man here."

George nodded, the weight of Arthur's words sinking in. "I know," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. "I never thought I'd find someone who could handle all of this—me, us, the fans, the chaos. But she does. She's my sanity in a world gone mad."

*****

The night grew later, the music slower, and the room more intimate. The air was thick with the scent of happiness and the warmth of a love that had conquered all. As the final notes of their first dance played out, George leaned in to kiss his wife, the sweetness of their union echoing in the silence that followed. Their friends and family cheered, but the couple remained lost in their own little world, oblivious to the applause.

The reception wound down, and the photographer captured their love in a series of candid shots, the flashes of the camera a stark contrast to the soft glow of the candlelit room. They mingled with their guests, thanking them for their presence, sharing laughs, and receiving well-wishes that felt like warm embraces. Each moment was a treasure, a memory to hold onto forever.

The rest of the night passed in a whirlwind of dance, laughter, and love. Each moment with Y/N felt like a gift, a precious memory to be stored away and cherished for the rest of their lives. They shared dances with their parents, the joy in their faces reflecting the happiness of their children. They watched as their friends paired off, spinning and laughing, the music weaving a tapestry of memories that would bind them all together for years to come.

Y/N leaned into George, her arms wrapped around his neck. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for choosing me, for loving me, for saving me too."

George pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. "Saving you?" He cocked his head, a question in his eyes.

Y/N nodded, her smile softening. "From a life of questionable life choices and questionable haircuts," she teased, her thumb gently tracing the line of his freshly trimmed hair. "But mostly, from the loneliness that comes from not knowing your soulmate is out there waiting for you."

George's heart swelled with gratitude, his eyes never leaving hers. "You've done more than that," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "You've made me whole, Y/N. You've given me a purpose, a reason to wake up every morning with a smile."

Their friends had cleared the dance floor, giving them space to continue their intimate moment. The soft glow of the fairy lights above them cast a warm, romantic hue over the two of them, as if the universe itself was bending to highlight their love. Y/N's hand found its way to his cheek, her thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped his eye. "And you've done the same for me," she murmured. "You've shown me that love isn't just a word in a book or a scene in a movie. It's real, it's messy, and it's beautiful."

Her words hit him like a tidal wave, the depth of her feelings resonating through his very being. He leaned into her touch, feeling the warmth of her skin, the gentle beat of her heart. "I never knew I could love someone like this," he confessed, his voice a whisper in the stillness of the night. "But here we are, and I can't imagine a single day without you by my side."

*****

The moon had risen high in the sky by the time the party began to wind down. The guests slowly started to say their goodbyes, each one offering congratulations and well wishes for a long and happy life together. As the last of the cars pulled away, George and Y/N stood on the porch, hand in hand, watching the taillights fade into the distance. The cool evening breeze danced around them, carrying with it the promise of a future filled with love and adventure.

Turning to face him, Y/N looked up into George's eyes, her own sparkling with a hint of mischief. "Ready for our grand finale?" she asked, a playful smile playing on her lips.

George raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Grand finale?"

"Mm-hmm," she nodded, her smile growing wider. "The part where we finally get to be alone."

"Alone?" George echoed, feigning innocence. "What could possibly happen when we're alone?"

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh, I'm sure we can think of something," she teased, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper.

The banter between them was light, a playful dance of words that had become a hallmark of their relationship. George's cheeks flushed slightly, the humor in his eyes betraying his excitement. "First time as husband and wife, you mean," he clarified with a grin, squeezing her hand.

"Ah, yes," Y/N giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But you know what they say, practice makes perfect."

Without a moment's hesitation, George bent down, wrapping one arm under her knees and the other around her waist, and scooped her up into his arms. She squealed with delight, her gown fluttering around them as he spun her in a circle. "Let's get to it then, Mrs. Clarkey," he said, his grin growing wider with each passing second.

Her laughter was like music to his ears, a sweet symphony that had played on repeat in his mind since the moment they first met. "I can't wait," she exclaimed, her cheeks flushed with excitement. The night was still young, and the possibilities stretched out before them like a never-ending horizon.

Carrying her over the threshold, George felt his heart swell with a love so profound, it was almost painful. This was it—the start of their forever, a journey they would navigate together, hand in hand.

He kicked the door shut with his foot, the sound echoing through the now empty house. The quiet was a stark contrast to the buzz of the wedding, but it was a welcome one. The world outside could wait—this moment was theirs, and theirs alone.

[iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin]

love lies licky

~masterlist~ wc: 2k reader: afab!reader — reader is supposed to be like kristen stewart in love lies bleeding. you get the picture warnings: smut 18+; MINORS DNI!!! -- specific warnings under the cut; also mentions of crime/drugs/violence but no real specifics, just a backdrop; bad relationships with fathers summary: 80’s crime/city noir AU — reader is the owner of a seedy but successful gym and prettyrichboy!ricky walks in one night inquiring about a membership -- inspired by 2024 film love lies bleeding starring kstew and katy o'brian devastated by how long it too me to post something. truly sorry about that. i literally love you all so much!! enjoy.

EXPLICIT 18+ SMUT WARNINGS: oral (reader receiving), public sex, a little bit of stalking/watching, mentions of crime/drugs/violence, etc. but not overly dark— just a fun backdrop

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three.

two.

one.

it’s the kid across from you that just finished his set, but somehow you’re the one out of breath. black hair pushed back except for a few strands that have fallen into his eyes. a heart monitor band around his growing bicep as he places the free weights back onto the rack. veins popping from his slender wrists.

it’s at this moment you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror— jaw dropped as you recline back on the leg press. how long had you been sitting there?

you stand up, wondering if he’s noticed you yet. wouldn’t be the first time you’d snuck a glance in the past week. and it’s not like he’d called you out on it before.

and even if he did, you had a pretty good cover. you own the gym. as far as a legal defense, you’re just an extra attentive fitness manager.

keeping an eye out for your most interesting patron.

you make your way over to the front desk, reminded of some new member paperwork you’d been neglecting to file for a few hours. you should probably finish that before closing.

and you have every intention to do just that. but a particular exhale suddenly comes from the other side of the room. and it’s just out of your hands.

you set your stack of papers aside, walking back out onto the gym floor. you spot him instantly: on the leg press you’d previously been watching him from. he’s got a good amount of weight on it.

you’re actually concerned it might be too much.

when he’d first signed up for your gym a couple months ago, you’d actually fought the urge to laugh straight in his face. not to be misunderstood— he was a handsome kid. a tall, thin figure dressed in a designer coat with a pretty face to match. one that didn’t like to get roughed up much. he could be a runway model. or one of those cute teeny bopper boys that your niece likes.

buy your gym had a bit of reputation. it wasn’t really a place for boys like him. it was rough around the edges. maybe even a little seedy. but it’s where every bodybuilder went to get the best winning physique. results guaranteed.

“hi,” he’d said quietly with a polite smile. you frowned, removing your headphones off of only one ear.

“we don’t have a public restroom,” you’d replied, popping a mid-size bubblegum bubble in his face. “sorry.”

“oh no, uh,” he stuttered, hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck. “i wanted to sign up for a membership.”

wide eyes was an understatement. you couldn’t believe what’d just come out of his mouth. this little rich boy thought he could just waltz into your gym and join? did he really think he could survive that?

“get lost, kid,” you said, smacking your blue bubblegum. “you’re in over your head. how ‘bout you try one of those luxury gyms around the corner? probably more your style.”

he shook his head fervently. “no, wait! i—... i wanna join this gym.”

you raised an eyebrow at him. “yeah? and why the hell would you wanna do that?”

“because i want to do this,” he replied, brow furrowed in determination. “i wanna prove that i can do this.”

you stared at him for a long moment. you’d had a lot of people beg to join your gym before. and you’d had no problem showing them all the door. but there was something about this kid. you couldn’t tell if you wanted to watch him fail or succeed.

an exasperated sigh left your lungs as you pulled open your desk drawer and threw a booklet of paperwork at him. “fine. but i am not responsible for any injuries— physical, emotional, spiritual, medical, or financial— that you incur while at the gym.”

“financial?” he repeated warily.

“take a look around,” you said, gesturing to the worse-for-wear gym. “padlock your belongings all you want, but if someone here wants into your locker, they’re getting in. and if you walk around looking like that, you might as well just tattoo a giant target on your back.”

he looked down at the ground, swallowing nervously before meeting your gaze again. “understood.”

you couldn’t help but laugh. maybe he was just some rich shit looking for cheap steroids. he’d find that and more at your gym. you didn’t really care. but as you picked up a pen and handed it to him, his eyes lit up with excitement.

“what’s your name, kid?” you asked, taking a sip of the warm beer you’d left out on the welcome desk.

he looked up from the paperwork he was rapidly filling out, smiling as he answered...

“ricky.”

—

you hadn’t paid much attention to him at first. you figured he’d last a week at your gym at best. and you’d predicted accurately how that week would go. he was mugged three days in a row, approached to buy drugs persistently every half hour, and even took a pretty nasty punch to the gut from one of your best patrons: a heavyweight world champion powerlifter named steve.

but when monday rolled around the next week, you were taken aback to see ricky walking through the doors at 10 p.m. sharp.

he gave you a little wave. you nodded at him confusedly.

and then he went straight to work. just like he did the next night. and the next night. until two months had suddenly gone by.

and wouldn’t you know it— all of that hard work had begun to actually pay off. his arm muscles had grown significantly and his chest had broadened as well. of course, he was never gonna be the size of the regular bodybuilders in your gym. they were all on lethal amounts of steroids anyway.

but he looked... good. and you found his dedication to be kind of admirable. he was tougher than you ever could’ve imagined.

so after a couple months, you’d started moseying over from your welcome desk or whatever machine you were using to offer some help. maybe it was form correction or a spot or just some lackluster encouragement, but he seemed grateful to receive whatever it was you were willing to give him.

“if you don’t keep those fucking knees bent,” you’d corrected, lit cigarette in between your fingers and blue bubblegum twisted around your tongue.

“sorry, sorry,” ricky apologized, correcting his form immediately. “it’s just harder like this.”

“i bet it is, kid,” you’d replied, shaking your head. “thought you’d gotten stronger, but i guess not.”

“i have and you know it,” he protested, rolling his eyes. you smirk at him as he catches your eye in the mirror. “and i’m not a kid. i’m three years younger than you.”

“you’re a kid as long as you’re still living on daddy’s money,” you said, clucking your tongue disapprovingly. “some of us don’t even have a dad.”

the weight dropped from ricky’s hand, crashing onto the floor with a bang. he looked around awkwardly, picking it back up and mumbling, “sorry.”

“what? did that make you uncomfortable?” you asked, taking a drag. “figures. why’d you even sign up for this gym in the first place?”

ricky finished his set, placing the weights down on the ground carefully. “this is the gym you go to if you want the best results.”

“it certainly is,” you agreed with a smile. “but i assume you’d never been to a place on the wrong side of town like this before. like a baby deer in headlights, is what i’d call it.”

he shook his head. “you’re right. i guess i hadn’t. but i wanted to prove i could do this. and i thought this was my only shot.”

“you said that before,” you remarked with a frown. “‘prove i could do this’. why would you of all people have anything to prove to anyone?”

ricky shrugged. “just because i have a father, doesn’t mean he was happy to have me.”

after a moment, you huffed a laugh. “alright, kid. i get it.”

“and i also heard the owner of this gym was a total smokeshow,” he added, walking over to the water fountain and leaving you behind.

you fight a smile. “and?”

“and i wasn’t disappointed.”

—

you sit down on a raised utility bench, straddling it as you observe ricky at the leg press. it might be your fault he’d increased the weight so much— you’d been telling him to put some more emphasis on growing his leg muscles for a few days now. not that he didn’t already have good legs, but it’d be a shame if all the upper body work made him unproportional.

he’s handling it surprisingly well. good enough form to get him through a set. you watch as a bead of sweat drips down the side of his face.

and gasp softly when you unconsciously grind into the bench your straddling.

you’d like to claim you couldn’t help it. that it was a little mistake that you’d never make again. that you cared at all about being professional.

but you can’t. because you’re pressing yourself back into the cushion of the seat in a matter of seconds.

blame hormones. blame the time on the clock. blame the two beers you’d chugged within a half hour of each other or the adrenaline from the fight you broke up earlier in the night.

but the truth is, it’s his fault. it’s all him.

you look up from the cushion beneath you, expecting to see him completing his set, but instead, he’s sitting reclined on the machine— an amused expression on his face as he stares back at you.

“what muscles are you targeting over there?” he asks, one eyebrow raised. “pelvic floor?”

your mouth hangs open, not really sure what you could possibly say to deflect this situation.

ricky stands up, walking over to you carefully with his arms folded across his chest. “you know, that’s why i like this place so much. a lot of gyms are run by some corporate fuck who’s never even touched the equipment. but even the owner of this gym’s dedication to fitness is truly inspiring.”

“it was my dad’s gym,” you admit suddenly. “he willed it to me when he died.”

ricky looks at you thoughtfully before snorting. “i bet he’d be proud to see you using the equipment to its full potential.”

��i don’t care what he’d think,” you replied, shaking your head. “he’s dead.”

ricky smiles at this as he sinks to his knees in front of you. “lucky.”

he raises his brow quickly, asking for permission as his hands hover over your thighs. you nod slowly until his palms sink into your soft skin, kneading then gruffly. you push yourself closer to him, spreading your legs to show him where you really want him.

“a little desperate, hm?” ricky asks with a smirk, pushing his long fingers up the gaps of your short-shorts all the same. “don’t let any of these meatheads ever take you for a spin?”

“s’unprofessional,” you answer as he hooks his fingers around the waistband of your shorts and pulls them down your legs— discarding them onto the gym floor.

you were never wearing any underwear.

“oh yeah? well what would you call what you’re doing right now?” he asks, pushing you gently down until your back is flat against the bench. hands gripping your thighs, he inches in closer until his lips finally connect with your core. “you know there’s still people in here right?”

you look around at the lingering gym members still pushing through their workouts. fuck ‘em, you think as you sigh contentedly. “i’d call it understandable.”

he grins before diving into you, lapping at all the wetness that’s already gathered at your opening for him. he takes it on his tongue, bringing it to your most sensitive area and swirling persistent circles around it.

you’re whimpering and you couldn’t be more surprised. the pretty boy gives good head? you thought guys like him usually used their money as foreplay instead.

your hands reach instinctively for his biceps, admiring up close how much he’s improved his own physique. they look even better wrapped around your legs, though.

you give them a squeeze and ricky’s lips pop off of you with a smack. the corner of his lips upturns cheekily, your juices dripping from his chin.

“not too bad, right?” he asks, eyes shining as he seeks your approval. “for a guy like me, i mean?”

you smile, running a hand through his hair and tugging at the roots. “not too bad at all.”

the reassurance lights up his face as he continues lapping at your heat with renewed passion. your climax approaches rapidly as he switches to sucking— the steady, quick suction on your clit sending you over the edge.

“fuck, oh my god,” you whine, your grip tightening around ricky’s arm as your thighs squeeze him closer to you. “i—… m’cumming.”

“fucking gorgeous,” he moans into your cunt as you ride out your high. a few deep breaths and you sit up, looking at the mess dripping from you and onto the bench. you can guarantee it’s not the first time thay bench has been covered in someone’s cum.

ricky hands you the container of sanitary wipes on the bench next to yours.

“don’t you think we should wait until we’re all done?” you ask with a smirk, eyeing the bulge that’s grown in his shorts.

but to your surprise, ricky shakes his head and stands up from the floor— walking back over to the leg press.

“back to work,” he says with a grin. “these hamstrings aren’t gonna build themselves. maybe you should get some work done, too.”

why that little shit—

you grab your cutoff denim shorts off the ground, grabbing the pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the back pocket.

if this kid wants to play…

you’ll just have to play, too.

[muscleloverz69]

Jock Juice

Ned was very anxious about moving into his dorm. Without knowing anyone at the university he had no choice but to go random and as luck would have it the only spots left were in the athletes housing. Ned had no interest in sports and found jocks completely obnoxious. Being a nerdy gay man Ned tried his best to steer clear but now his hands were tied. When Ned walked into his room he was met by a total jock. 

Jack was well over 6 feet tall with a square jaw, biceps that stretched the sleeves of his tee and pants that left little to the imagination. Ned was embarrassed when he felt his dick twinge but he quickly ignored it. “Hey bro you must be the roomie, sup.” Jack extended a fist which Ned awkwardly bumped.

Jack turned out to be not nearly as bad as Ned was anticipating. Actually he was pretty nice. He did come back really late from parties and his football gear was littered around the entire room but Ned enjoyed being able to watch Jack change from the corner of his eye. Ned was being driven crazy, staring at the bulging muscles and broad figure of his roommate.

One day as Jack pulled off his pants after a day of classes, he noticed Ned staring at his big bulge. “Hey dude it's ok to look, I’m actually gay too.”

Ned felt his face go red but his mind was reeling from the revelation. “Oh sorry-.” Jack interrupted, “Seriously dude it's fine honestly I’d be down to have some fun with you but you need to know something first.”

Ned couldn’t believe his ears, “You’d want to fuck me?”

“Yeah but dude the thing is I have a curse.”

Ned looked confused as Jack explained, “I used to be a nerd just like you but one day I fucked a jock and now I look like this.” Jack flexed one of his thick biceps.

“Now whenever someone comes in contact with my fluids they become a jock too, it doesn't matter what they looked like before, nerds, girls, old guys they all become jocks.”

Ned stared at his sexy roommate for a moment, he couldn’t be serious, this had to be some kind of prank but he didn’t care. Ned crossed the room and pulled Jack into a deep kiss. Ned laughed in his head for a minute before he felt a gentle fog fall on his brain. Jack pushed Ned off “Bruh I wasnt fucking with you, are you ok.”

“Bro--I mean Jack, I feel fine I think. Whatever, I'm going to bed.” Ned wanted to die. He thought Jack was a nice guy. Why would he pull such a mean prank, although he had no idea why he called Jack bro.

The next morning Ned woke up earlier than usual. He looked himself down in the mirror, he looked the same. Since he woke up early though Ned decided he might as well do something productive and went over to the campus gym.

Ned got to the gym and quickly remembered he had no idea what he was doing. That’s when Jack came up to him, “Hey bro, sorry about last night I guess you’re into the gym now, need some help?”

“Uh sure that’d be cool dud--Jack thanks.”

The two guys worked out together for the next couple hours, after Jack handed Ned a towel and as he did his sweaty hand brushed into his roommates. Ned hardly took note but did feel very tired from the workout.

Ned and Jack walked to the showers together. Ned started rubbing his body down with soap as he noticed some muscle he didn’t remember having. Nowhere near as much as Jack but his shoulders did seem broader, his chest protruded out just a bit, and his abs were showing. As he continued soaping his body he noticed his dick. It was throbbing hard and not only that it looked larger than he ever remembered it. Ned was hit with an overwhelming burning lust. He furiously started jacking off in the shower before cumming all over the tile floor.

Meanwhile Jack felt worried about Ned. He knew the kiss from the night before would result in some minor changes but as long as he was careful it didn’t have to go further unless he knew that’s what Ned wanted. Jack was torn though cute nerds like Ned were exactly his type and he wanted nothing more than to worship that thin nerdy body. 

Later that night Ned tried to study for his Calc exam but couldn’t remember anything. He was sure the questions must have been written wrong because nothing made sense. On top of that all he could think about was Jack’s body. He was losing his mind.

Ned stood up and faced Jack who was mindlessly scrolling on his phone. “Bro I need you inside me.” Jack met Ned’s start 

“You sure bro?”

Ned jumped on top of Jack quickly ripping off his pants revealing muscular thighs and an almost footlong dick. Jack yelped in surprise but couldn’t stop himself from letting Ned’s tongue slide down his shaft. Jack’s hips bucked as Ned got face fucked. Pre entered Nick’s mouth, causing his biceps to enlarge to 18 inches, his face sharpened into a chiseled look although Jack could hardly notice as Nick deepthroated his monster dick. 

Jack began moaning louder, gripping Nick’s enlarged muscular ass before cumming right down Nick’s throat. Nick swallowed load after load before rolling off to the side. Nick felt an even heavier fog descend on his brain. All he could think about was sports, working out and, bussy.

Nick got up and tried to put on his tee shirt which was now skin tight. “Dude that was fuckin sick!” Jack was still laying in bed disappointed. Jack stared at Nicks new thick cock and massive muscles uninterestedly. Jack was really only attracted to nerds.

Nick laughed “Bro I gotta find some other nerd to blow me.”

[octuscle]

Hey, so I ran into a bit of a problem with my stupid car. I drove a pretty old model since I didn't have the money to afford a new one (I'm still training to be a doctor). But it finally broke down and now I need to get it fixed. The guy at the auto repair place told me I could borrow one of their models for the next few days for an "extra cost". I need a car to get to work so I was happy to accept and they gave me one of their old lifted trucks. But now I'm starting to wonder what exactly this extra cost is and why I'm suddenly so interested in cars and auto repair. I have a few days left with this truck before I need to return it so any advice would help.

Well, the first extra cost is the scorn and ridicule you get in college. This truck is really embarrassing. A gas guzzling behemoth that you need three parking spaces for. And you literally have to climb into the car. For someone for whom the walk from the parking lot to the lecture hall is already sport, this is of course a horror. You park at the end of the parking lot so that nobody can see you. But on the second day, pictures of you getting out of your car go viral on campus. It was a shitty idea to take the car.

Sitting alone in the canteen, you watch the video of yourself again… Yeah, it looks really silly, you'd be making fun of the lanky guy in that huge car yourself. Even though you'll be rid of this beast in a few days, thank God, and when you can finally drive your Prius again, you should do something for your body. It's not by chance that they say "Mens sana in corpore sano"… You're looking for a gym where no one from your faculty is guaranteed to be studying. A little outside. For men only. No courses, only iron. I'm sure none of your Crossfit or Pilates friends go there. All you need is for someone to post pictures of you using dumbbells online. You join online and arrange a trial session for tonight. You don't know yet whether this is a good idea.

You roll into the parking lot. A parking lot full of pickup trucks. A few lifted trucks too. But yours stands out. Yours is really huge. Somehow you're proud of it. You jump out of the cab and grab your gym bag from the passenger footwell. You've never been here before. But somehow you feel at home. The guy at reception greets you with a fist bump. "Hey, welcome to the dudes-only gym! I'm Chuck. You gotta be Lance, right? Sweet wheels you're rockin' there.". You reply that your name is actually "Lanny", but Chuck just grins and says that a guy like you with a car like that is hardly called Lanny.

Chuck shows you the gym, the changing rooms, the showers and, after you have changed into your workout clothes, takes you to the training area. A bunch of musclemen are sweating on the weights, grunting. The air is thick with sweat and testosterone. Chuck scrutinizes you. "Well, you're no newbie to pumping iron, bro. But a few more pounds of mass would really beef you up. Let me walk you through some of my top moves." This is actually the first time you've ever pumped iron… But you don't contradict me. And follow Chuck's instructions. You train together with Chuck for the first hour. After that, he has to go back to reception. It's only 8:00 pm. The gym is just starting to fill up. The guys here are not men of big words. A nod of the head. That's usually the whole conversation. Apart from the grunt you let out when you finish the last repetition of a sentence with your last ounce of strength, you don't say a word for the next few hours.

Chuck comes onto the training area at 00:30. You are about to get your biceps on fire. "Big boy, it's time, I want to call it a day." He stares at the tent in your pants. The thing is, if you give it your all on the dumbbells, you'll get a hard-on. The two of you are alone on the training area. You finish your last set. You check the result with a double bicep pose in front of the mirror. You pull down your pants. And you and Chuck call it a day.

The next day you park your baby right in front of the university entrance. It's still early, but you want to be back at the gym early. The early bird catches the worm, as they say at home with mom and dad on the farm.

Dann all this medicine shit is terribly tiring and boring. You almost fall asleep in the first lecture. In the cafeteria, you try to talk to a sane person about chiseling iron or tuning engines. But all the idiots here can talk about is medicine and patients and stuff like that. By 4 p.m. you can't take it anymore. You need some normal people around you now. You swap your doctor's coat for a sleeveless checked flannel shirt. You meet one of your professors in the hallway. He asks you if you are one of the janitors. He has a problem with his car. Finally, a sensible task. You were hoping he had a problem with his engine. You would have liked to have had a look at it. He drives a BMW 540, a cool car. But unfortunately, he just changed the language in his on-board computer from English to German. A little something for you. He thanks you and slips you five dollars. Pathetic nerds!

Chuck greets you with a fist bump. Rituals are rituals. He thinks his ass is still sore from yesterday. You should take it easy on him today. You grin, inspect his tight ass and say it's a disgrace. But then he’d probably have a sore throat tomorrow. You laugh. And you head off to the training area. Too bad about Chuck. But there'll be another ass to fill today. There are lots of tight asses here. But first you work on your own. Leg day!

The next day, park your baby right outside the entrance. It's still early, but you want to be back at the gym early. The early bird catches the worm, as they say at home with mom and dad on the farm. In the workshop, they call you the truck doc. Because you can fix any problem. And because you once studied medicine. That was a long time ago. It was an idea you had in your youth. But you're not a guy who works with his head. You work with your calloused hands. And with your heart. And your heart beats for mighty engines and mighty wheels!

[bits-and-babs]

I just read Playboy and... Oh boy. Damn. Bashful Joel is *the best.* Also, I'm so curious if they woke up Ellie lmao that would be horribly, deliciously awkward

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡

pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

word count: 819

warnings: awkward. Very subtle references to smut. Not proof read.

note: I loved this ask so much that I had to write it just for funsies. I think I try really hard (too hard) sometimes to be a serious writer when sometimes I’m in need of a little bit of fun! See the fic that inspired this ask here. PLEASE NOTE: at the end of this there are two dashes ( - - ) there is a glitch removing the last paragraph of my fic so this is the only way I can curb it!

Fuchsia blurs across Ellie’s cheekbones, encroaching on the skin of her throat and exposing her obvious discomfort in the silvery reflection of the wing mirror. You chew on the inside of your cheek raw as you watch her for hours, her eyes staring into the obscure image of the passing evergreen outside the window as though she was experiencing shell shock.

“You’re uncharacteristically quiet, Kid,” Joel speaks up through the silence, his eyes drifting up to the wing mirror glass and assessing the image of Ellie’s reflected mortification. Outwardly cringing, she glances forward at Joel and shrugs awkwardly.

“Yeah, well, you were ‘uncharacteristically’ loud last night,” she mumbles under her breath, and you swear you feel your insides curdle. Joel’s eyebrow arches slightly in question, but you know exactly what she’s touching on, swallowing back your urge to explain and apologise.

“Gotta speak up, Kiddo. Can’t hear you on that side,” Joel reminds Ellie of his deaf ear, and you find yourself closing your eyes in mortification at his insistence to find out what was bugging the poor, tortured girl.

Ellie clears her throat with a shake of her head, sprawling out across the back seat in a dramatic flop.

“It’s not important.”

Joel, frustrated now, aims his scrutiny at you. His bronze eyes study your discomfort; his eyebrows pinched together when you form your lips around the words ‘she knows.’

The result is almost instantaneous—Joel’s grip on the leather steering wheel creaks, his knuckles white. You can practically see his stomach drop, and he lets out an awkward chuckle that lacks humour. Resting your elbow against the curve of the door, you hide your eyes behind your fingers.

“… Ellie,” Joel speaks tentatively, and you swear you can feel the almost nauseous discomfort radiating off the teenage girl in waves, “… Uh… When-“

“‘A man and a woman love each other very much’? Are you fuckin’ serious, Joel? Are you about to give me the birds and bees talk?!” Ellie scoffs, shaking her head, “You really are shoddy at this.”

“I didn’t-… I ain’t had to talk about this before,” Joel grumbles, teeth gritting as he rubs at the back of his neck to wipe the nervous sweat away.

“You don’t have to. You were both so noisy I got a pretty clear picture!” She pointed out viciously, and you swear you wished a Bloater would just run at the truck and flip it over, knocking you out and putting you out of your misery. You’re cringing so hard you swear you’ve tied your intestines in a knot.

“Shit-… ‘M sorry, Ellie. You shouldn’ta heard that…” Joel mumbles, and it’s like he’s getting his knuckles rapped with a ruler by his maths teacher. You’d never heard the gruff, unapologetic man sound so meek.

There’s a long stretch of silence, and it almost tempts you to peek through your digits and see what is happening. So quiet and tense is the atmosphere that the running engine of the ageing vehicle sounds like a mountain avalanche, rumbling within the contents of the van’s metal shell. You suppose a huge rock hitting you head on would be more optimal than this utterly humiliating conversation.

Joel damn near stalls the truck when Ellie speaks up, catching you both off guard with what she chooses to say next.

“… So… *Is* he smaller than the average American dick length?”

“Ellie!” You and Joel yell out in shock, and Ellie almost falls off the seat in her intense laughter, clutching at her stomach at the evident shame that decorates Joel’s expression.

“I’m just fuckin’ with ya! I don’t wanna know that shit!” She giggles, wiping tears from her waterline with her knuckles.

“Oh, fuck you,” you scoff, shaking your head and leaning it back against the headrest.

“No thanks, that’s what Joel is for.”

“Ellie, I swear I am gonna kick you out of this truck and make you walk to Wyoming,” you insist, pointing towards the door handle beside you with zeal.

“Got it, got it,” she chuckles, sitting up again, “But don’t think I’m lettin’ you off that easy. I hear anything nasty? I’m screaming so a runner comes and kills us all. It’s less painful than listening to what I heard last ni-…”

When you dare to look, poor Joel is staring vacantly ahead of him as he drives, looking as though he’s really wondering just why the *fuck* he decided to take this job from Marlene and whether or not Ellie would be able to find her own way to Wyoming if he dropped her off on the roadside and abandoned her. Surely scrappy little Ellie could deliver herself with a map and a single cereal bar for protection?

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[sturniol0]

drop it. m.s x fem! reader

summary: after matt has had an attitude all day for seemingly no reason, you decide to ask him about it, which results in his snapping at you. hours later, he comes up behind you and offers to make it up to you.

warnings: smut (p in v), fingering, oral (f! receiving), language, established relationship, pet names (baby, mama, princess), unprotected sex (wrap before u tap mf), mattitude, (poc reader), proofread? i think, pink-reader, blue-matt

11:48 | as i lay on matt's bed, i hear him let out a loud huff and i look up at him from my phone. i see that he has an annoyed expression plastered on his face. it's almost midnight, and he's had an attitude all day, which is not usually like him. so, i decide to finally speak up, "matty, what's wrong?" i say as i sit up on the bed to get a better look at him, placing my phone on the bed beside me.

he looks at me and sighs deeply. "nothing" he says with a stern tone, as if he wants me to believe him just so i don't ask anymore questions. i look at him with a blank face and blink repeatedly. "matt." i reply back sternly as well, wanting him to tell me the truth and he rolls his eyes. "what?" he asks, his voice growing more annoyed with every word. my face scrunches together and i easily get offended. "okay, first of all, lose the attitude." i reply sassily.

"what fucking attitude?" he asks harshly. "that fucking attitude. i'm not dumb matt. we've been dating for almost 7 months, i know when you have an attitude." i say, unamused with his tone of voice with me. "and watch your tone." i add, crossing my arms over my chest and looking at him, glancing over his features to see his facial expressions. "well obviously you don't, 'cause i don't have a fucking attitude. so, just drop it." he says rudely and huffs of annoyance.

i stare at him in disbelief for a few moments before standing up to get off the bed. "okay fine… you know what? i'm gonna go hang out with nick and chris. so...come get me when you pull that stick out of your ass, 'kay?" i say calmly and sarcastically smile before turning around and walking to the door. i exit the room and let out a huge sigh of relief. as much as i love matt, even i can't handle how bad his attitude is sometimes.

1:34 | chris and nick had both gone to sleep about ten minutes ago so the only choice i have is to face the wrath of matt right now. i walk upstairs and into the bathroom and brush my teeth. right before i turn to leave the bathroom, matt walks in and wraps his arms around my waist gently. i smile softly while looking at him through the mirror. "feel better?" i tease with a small smirk. he lays his chin on my shoulder and talks into my ear quietly, "mhm. i'm sorry, baby. let me make it up to you, yeah?" his words sending a shudder down my spine before he pulls my hair away from my neck and places a gentle kiss there. i could feel his bulge growing against me.

i hum in response and flutter my eyelashes shut softly. he places a few more gentle kisses there on my neck before pulling me into his room. he pins me against the back of his bedroom door and locks it before placing his big, soft hands on my waist. he pulls me back into another kiss and i snakily wrap my hands around his face as i pull him further into me. he slowly moves his hands up from my waist to the inside of my shirt, grabbing my tits and i moan softly into the kiss.

he easily removes my shirt, only pulling away from the kiss to pull it over my head and he throws it to the floor before placing his lips back on mine hungrily. i moan softly as i feel a wetness starting to form inside of my panties. with this, i gently push him back towards the bed. when we land on the bed, I land on top of his lap and i start to slight rock my hips against his for some sort of friction and relief, which causes both of us to moan breathily. it's clear we both want this immediately with the desperation in our every move. i unclip my bra and throw it on the floor before placing my lips back on his.

i start to rock my hips gently, my clothed clit rubbing against the bulge in his pants in the best ways. i let out another breathy moan and speed up my pace before pulling his shirt above his head and throwing it to the floor with the rest of our discarded clothes. his hands rush to grab my ass and he picks me up before placing me back on the bed, flat on my back. he hovers over me and starts placing aggressive kisses all over my neck. i moan softly as he makes his way down to my collarbone. then, down to my tits. he looks at them in admiration for a few moments before attaching his lips to my nipple.

i gasp and my hands immediately land in his hair, tugging at it slightly. "mmm.." i hum in a low, whiny voice. he detaches his lips from my nipple to show the other one the same affection. i let out a shaky breath once i felt him kissing a trail down my stomach, inching closer and closer to my soaking core. he places a kiss right above the waistband of my shorts before slowly pulling them down my legs with my panties in one swift movement. after throwing my clothes on the floor, he forwards all of his attention towards me and my dripping cunt. without thinking, he instantly moves his hand up to graze his finger through my folds, gathering up some of the wetness right on his finger before licking his fingers.

he spreads my thighs open a little wider to get a better view and smirks at the sight. "mmm... pussy's so wet for me already, mama?" he teases in a low tone of voice that could make me cum on the spot while looking back into my eyes. all i can do is softly hum at him in response to his words. he begins to kiss my inner thighs, each kiss closer to my throbbing pussy. suddenly, i feel his warm tongue laid flat against my clit. my body jolts in surprise and i let out a loud gasp before i throw my hand up to cover my mouth. my eyes snap shut and my hips buck upwards towards matt's face. he starts to swirl his tongue around and i moan against my hand. he reaches his hand up and pulls my hand back down to my side like my other one.

"i wanna hear you, princess." he speaks against my skin, sending vibrations through my body. he reattaches his lips to my clit and starts to gently suck on it. "fuck." i whimper and slightly push his head deeper into my core. i intertwine my fingers with his soft, brown locks, gripping it tightly. i throw my head back into the pillow as i let out a shaky breathy moan and begin to feel that familiar knot inside my stomach forming. my grip on his hair tightens as he speeds up the pace of his tongue. my legs start to tremble slightly. "c-close." i manage to choke out quietly.

matt adds his middle finger into my soaking cunt without warning and i let out a whimper of approval and pleasure. he then begins pumping his finger into me quickly and i bite my lip to contain my moans so i don't wake up nick and chris. he then adds another finger and starts to speed up his pace with both his tongue and his fingers. my eyes roll in the back of my head and i clench around his long, slender fingers as i feel my orgasm approaching. "i'm cumming! fuck, matt!" i say as i start to feel lightheaded and my eyes start to water a little as i let out my last final moan before i'm cumming around his fingers, my back arching off the bed.

i pant heavily, my chest heaving up and down as i slowly open my eyes, my vision slightly blurry. matt brings his two fingers to his mouth and sucks my juices off, letting out a soft groan. "taste so good, baby." he purrs lowly. "get on all fours." he demands quietly and i instantly comply, getting on my knees and hands in front of him. i hear his pants and underwear drop down to his ankles and he places his hands on my hips, pulling my back slightly to the very edge of the bed, my back arching at the coldness of his rings against my warm skin.

without any sort of warning, i feel him push into me slowly and i gasp, my breath getting caught in my throat and he groans softly. i flutter my eyes shut and furrow my eyebrows in discomfort before he starts to move. soon enough, i get adjusted to his size and the pain and discomfort transforms into pleasure. i whimper softly, still trying to keep my voice down as he picks up his pace, his hips thrusting into mine. i feel one of his hands gently move up my back until he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls it softly, my head tilting back as he picks up his pace again and i let out a soft and whiny moan.

"you feel so- so fucking good, mama." he chokes out, tilting his head back in pleasure as his grip gets tighter on my hip, his tip hitting my g spot with every thrust. he pulls my hair back tighter before i feel a stinging slap on my ass, moaning softly at the tingly sensation as his hand goes to grip my hip again. i start to feel that same knot in my stomach getting close to snapping and i know he's close to, his thrusts getting sloppier as his hips stutter into me. "matt..." i whimper breathlessly, my breaths coming in and out as gasps for air. "me too, baby. cum for me. i'm right- behind you." i groans softly and with his word, i cum around him, my back arching as i let out a strangled moan.

not even two seconds after, i feel his warm seed shoot into me and he lets out a shaky sigh as he slides out of me with a pop, his cum trickling out of me slowly. he walks away for a second, getting some baby wipe from out of his bedside table drawer before he comes back behind me and start to gently clean me up, doing the same with himself and throwing the wipe in the trash. he gets one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers before pulling me up gently by my hand and dressing me himself. "go lay down, baby." he says quietly and i nod my head before pulling up his cover and getting underneath it. i watch him as he dresses himself as well before he climbs into bed with me.

he moves a piece of hair from my face, his soft fingers lingering on my face. "i'm sorry about earlier." he say quietly, almost as if he's ashamed. "it's okay, baby. what was wrong?" i ask and place my hand onto his. he smiles softly as he thinks back on why he had an attitude. "cause i was frustrated. sexually." he says and chuckles softly, a low rumble coming from his throat and i roll my eyes playfully. "of course you were."

[yangkitties]

bros before hoes ✰ chapter 16: practice makes perfect

wc: 1.5k

The squeaking of your sneakers on the pristine wood floors harmonise with the music blasting from the speakers, wrapping around you in a protective bubble. Beads of sweat inch down your neck, your breath fogging up your glasses. 

You pant heavily as you strike your ending pose, music fading away in the background. Giving yourself a moment of peace, you quickly drank your water before checking the practice video. 

You frowned at the result, not completely pleased with how your solo performance looked. With a week left, you knew you could do better than what you were doing right now. 

Even if everyone said the performance was fine, you know it could be better. There’s always room for improvement. 

You start the music again, scurrying to your beginning position. The music begins, and you feel it take over you. 

Your body moves as if it’s on autopilot, being stirred by muscle memory alone. But it isn’t. You’re controlling each and every expression, every muscle and limb. You observe your face on the mirror, focusing on the finer details as the song continues. 

You look in the mirror once more as you finish the dance, slightly pleased with how some parts of the performance turned out this time. 

There is an eerie silence as you try to catch your breath, the room empty, except for the the sounds of your haggard breathing. And clapping. 

You shriek in fear as you turn towards the door. It was nearly 11pm, the company should be empty. 

You were not expecting to see Sunghoon at the door, face slack with shock. 

‘Sunghoon?? What the hell are you doing here?’ You yelped out, heart dropping to your feet in terror. ‘It’s so bloody late Hoon, you shouldn’t be here!’ 

‘If it’s so late, you shouldn’t be here either, no?’ He grins at you, cheeky smile covering his face. You roll your eyes in response, making your way to the couch in back. ‘To answer your question though, I'm here for my hoodie. I left it here when we were practicing earlier.’ He walks up to the couch, grabbing the hoodie hanging onto the armrest. 

‘That’s yours? I was wondering whose it was when I came in…’ Your thoughts trailed off, exhaustion settling into your bones. 

You close your eyes for a moment, taking in steady breaths. The couch dips beside you as Sunghoon sits, almost as if he was waiting for you. 

Just as you were about to say something, your stomach grumbled, loud and clear in the crystalline silence of the night. Your eyes shoot open, hands tightly wrapped around your stomach. 

A single beat of silence passes between you, as Sunghoon stared at you incredulously. He bursts out in laughter, howling at the expression on your face. Your head hits the back of the couch, groaning in embarrassment. 

‘God, I’m so sorry for laughing… on a more serious note, when did you last eat Y/n?’ You can see Sunghoon’s fingers wiping tears out of the corners of his eyes, his face relaxing into a more sincere expression. You can’t help but admire how charming he looks, his sharp features pressed into a concerned face. 

Shrugging at his question, you think back to when you last ate. ‘Maybe a couple hours ago? I don’t know, I think Channie hyung brought croissants for us at around 6…’ You try to recollect, only remembering the last group practice. 

‘Y/n how long have you been practicing for…’ Guilt immediately washes over your face, knowing that you overdid yourself. Sunghoon notices how you deflate, immediately brushing his question off. 

‘Never mind, I know you’ve probably been working your ass off. Let’s go get some ramen.’ He swiftly gets up, waiting for you to do the same. 

‘Sunghoon you don’t have to, it’s super late…’ You bite your lip in guilt, slowly making your way towards him. He shakes his head, soft brown hair bouncing with each movement. 

‘Okay but I want to, yeah? So just come on.’ He smiles at you, and you can’t help but insanity give in, his puppy eyes making your heart melt. 

You quickly gather your things and join him at the elevator. 

Sunghoon begins to tell you about his day, going off about something Riki did earlier. You can’t help but zone out completely, enamoured by the way he looked. 

The moonlight bounces off his hair, illuminating it with a gentle glow. His face distorts into animated expressions, eyes widening and narrowing, eyebrows following through. You want to cup his face, brush your thumbs along his eyebrows, maybe even kiss him. A dopey smile covers your face as you absentmindedly listen to him, nodding along to whatever he says. 

‘Whatever, we’re here anyways!’ Sunghoon opens the door for you, guiding you in with his hand on your back. You smile up at him in thanks. 

Before you could say anything, Sunghoon is steering you towards one of the seats. ‘Just sit here and rest, I’ll get everything.’ You barely process his words before he’s taking off, tall figure disappearing amongst the aisles. 

He’s back before you know it, tray in hand. He hands you the food before sitting beside you. ‘Thank you for this, Sunghoon.’ 

He smiles at you, digging into his own food. You join him happily, hunger gnawing away at your stomach. You eat in silence, practically inhaling the food. 

Finishing up quietly, you reach out for your wallet. ‘Don’t even think about paying me back.’ Sunghoon raises a finger in warning. 

‘How did you even know I was going to pay you back, huh? What if I wanted to buy something for myself?’ You pouted. You didn’t even know how he saw you. He raised his eyebrow at you, eyes burning a hole into your head. You roll your eyes in defeat, huffing to yourself. 

‘I was being serious though, let me at least buy you something.’ You give him a pointed look. 

‘Okay, but you can only pay me back with one item-’ Sunghoon starts, only to be interrupted by you. 

‘Your favourite coffee jelly? Tiramisu flavoured, right?’ You asked, leaping out of the chair. Sunghoon’s mouth forms a perfect ‘o’, shock covering his features. ‘How’d you know?’ 

‘I have my secrets.’ You rushed towards the candy aisle, looking for said jelly. Sunghoon didn’t need to know that you stalked his fan pages regularly, consuming every media that included his presence, even if it was for just a second. 

You found the jelly towards the top of the shelf, hidden behind a couple of items. You frowned at the height, trying you best to stretch your hand as much as you could. You even tried jumping and grabbing, only to fail miserably. 

You’re on your tiptoes now, one hand on the shelf for grip, and the other outstretched. You’re about to give up and just climb the shelves when you hear Sunghoon’s voice. 

‘What the hell are you trying to do? You’re going to break something!’ He walks up behind you, stretching over you to get the packet of jelly. In one swift motion, he grabs a packet and moves away. 

‘There you go.’ He hands you the packet, mockingly patting your head. You swatted his hand away, sticking your tongue out at him. ‘This isn’t enough, get one more packet!’ You whined. 

‘One’s enough!’ Sunghoon retorts. ‘Okay but I’m the one buying it for you? Get one more packet.’ You demand, poking his shoulder. 

‘I’m the one your buying it for! I don’t need two packets!’ Folding his arms, Sunghoon refuses. 

‘Okay then, don’t complain about Riki eating all your jellies then.’ You feel your back against the shelves, Sunghoon snatching another packet before coming down to face you. 

‘I’d rather die than have Riki eat all my jellies again.’ Sunghoon whispers in the most ominous voice. You burst out laughing, shaking your head at his antics. 

‘C’mon, let’s go.’ Your fingers wrap around his wrist, dragging him along to the cash register. 

Sunghoon’s wrist burns at the contact, entire face turning a deep shade of crimson. He misses your touch when you let go to pay. 

‘Okay, let’s go!’ Sunghoon claps his hands. ‘Hoon, I can walk back to the dorms on my own!’ You stop him before he moves any further. 

‘Are you out of your mind? I am NOT letting you go alone. Now stop being stupid.’ He links his arm with yours, forcing you to walk beside him. 

The walk back to the dorms is relatively quiet, Sunghoon humming the occasional tune. You reach the dorms in no time. 

You hesitantly detach your arm from his, instantly missing his warmth. ‘This is it then…’ 

‘Mhm, get inside safely! Try not to wake anyone up, yeah?’ Sunghoon teases you, ruffling your hair. ‘Goodnight Ynnie, sleep well!’ He hugs you quickly, chest pressed flush against his for a quick moment. 

All the air in your lungs stills, mind reeling at the contact. ‘Thanks for the jelly!’ Sunghoon’s walking backwards now, waving goodbye. 

Your hand feel like jelly as you attempt to wave back to him. ‘Bye…’ Whispering more to yourself than him. 

You slightly lean against the gate, the cool metal against your cheek forcing you back to reality. 

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synopsis > with the help of fukutomi tsuki, park y/n finally gains the courage to face their long time crush, the one and only, park sunghoon. park sunghoon thinks it's love at first sight when he sees her. paired up as the new mcs of music bank, shenanigans ensue when y/n learns about sunghoon's crush...

note: back on that ynhoon grind how we feeling ! anyways, pleek vote sujung on mnet+ i beg

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[siremasterlawrence]

Museum Of Horror 1: I Want Your Life

After a hard week I find myself wanting to let go of it all giving up on my dreams when it happens as a shooting star races through the sky and I open my window sliding on to the roof of my home as I stare at the night sky unable to sleep.One small section of the bold gold shooting star seems to rip from it racing to the mid huge ground of my back yard smashing in to it and leaving a massive hole in the back ground of my home as I slide off to see it in his glory.It shines blaring in to my face as I cannot try to explain what I see reaching in with both of my hands as I grasp it and lift it up to my eye line unknowingly my mind goes in to a random placing it next to my chest as it absorbs in to my skin.

Everything in my body switches to a type of a unknown frequency I have never felt of experienced until now as my eyes began to spin like in a merry go round and I blank out four hours waking up in some strange location a hotel room maybe who knows at this point. Panicking I get up rubbing like the window to get to my bathroom mirror only to the have the shock of my life because I am unable to comprehend why I look like this or how I look this and why do I feel like an entirely unique person because this is not my body but it’s empty. I slap myself a bit with enthusiasm because this has to be a dream, I must have been so worked for this last day that I need to be a new entity for a night and woah I go really extremely lucky tonight baby and I could not be happier with results or the fruit of my labor.

“Oh My God! I am touching Tyler Hoechlin’s face.” I say staring in to the mirror.

“What on earth is this a fever dream?” I am still questioning me.

“No! Look at his phones and his contacts.” I say.

“I wonder what he….mmmmmm” I think as I open my shirt.

“He won’t mind if I take a peak right?” I ask with a wink.

“Of course not hot shot! Go for it.” I reply to myself.

“Woah! Shaven very nice.” I think feeling his chest to torso.

“Tyler! I am going to strip.” I say to no one in particular.

“Yeah! I am going to sleep in for a while so if you excuse me.”

“Wait! Wait a second please!” A voice yells back at me matching the mirror.

“Ugh! What do you want?” I say sighing and rolling my eyes.

“You can’t take possession of my body even if you wanted to.” Hey says slamming fist on to the mirror.

“You assume I care, I wanted a new life so I took one.” I shrug my shoulders.

“I Am Not Going Back” I finish.

“You asshole!” He howls at me.

“What is happening? What the fuck?” He shouts.

“Oh buddy! You are fading away.”

“Nnnnooooooo!” He screams in one lays ditch effort but falls in to an endless purple

void.

“That is right bitch”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“This body is glorious”

“Once and for all”

“My life is going to be amazing”

“I will dominate all”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Yell better watch out”

“Motherfuckers “

“I am god”

“A God!”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Now the claim both types of pussies “

“Have a wonderful week”

The end

[sparkles-and-trash]

dabihawks, halloween fluff ~

Keigo's a little out of breath as he hurries through the door, several shopping bags in hand and excitement coursing through his veins.

Up until about an hour ago he had been absolutely stumped on what to be for the costumed halloween charity event he was expected at tonight, but a stroke of genius had smacked him in the head and sent him running to the nearest costume shop.

The bathroom door is already closed when he comes home, music blasting from a speaker, so he knows Touya is already in there getting ready and Keigo doesn't wanna risk spoiling his costume too soon, so he gets to work in their bedroom.

He doesn't have as much time as he wished, but with some feather safe colored hairspray (like, ten cans of it actually), some of his own feathers de-attached and then re-attached in his hair, a pair of VERY orange pants and a fake beak later, and he could not be happier with the result.

He giddily hopped over to the bathroom door and knocked, and to his joy Touya hummed from inside, the hero threw the door open with a loud "TA-DAH!"

Touya turned from the mirror to look at his boyfriend, and stared.

And stared.

And then he stared some more.

Keigo rolled his eyes and threw both his arms and wings out again for added effect.

Touya's face finally broke into a confused grin.

"What..?" Touya started, and Keigo sighed, removing the fake beak so it's on the side of his face.

"I'm Big Bird!" he exclaimed, and Touya barked out a laugh.

"Yeah I... I got that," he chucked as he moved closer to his boyfriend to pet his yellow dyed feathers.

Keigo grinned and tilted his head to take in Touya's appearance.

"Oh my god, Hot Stuff, you look so..."

Keigo trailed off.

"Cute?" he finished, reaching up to pet Touya's fake ears.

Touya pouted.

"Cute?" he asked indignantly.

"I'm supposed to be a scary werewolf."

The fake fangs didn't make his pouting any less adorable, but Keigo kept that thought to himself for now.

"You are, babe, like so scary!" Keigo assured him quickly, but Touya still rolled his eyes.

"Sure, Big Bird," he mumbled with a small smirk.

Keigo dragged Touya over to the mirror by the sink and grinned at their reflections.

"We are so gonna win that costume contest," he declared confidently.

Touya grimaced, having, for a blessed moment, forgotten that they had to go out in public like this.

"The things I do for love, silly bird," he sighed and gave Keigo a quick kiss before putting the fake beak back into place.

Keigo chirped in reply, and Touya huffed.

Only for this bastard, alright.

[imamirrorballswiftie]

Unexpected

Ship: Quinlar

Warnings: Fluff, miscarriage, pregnancy

AN: Sooo I’ve finished CC3 like 3-4 days ago and I’m still not over it, probably wont be for a while and I just wanted to write a little Drabble here cause I felt like it, anyways hope you enjoy! Please don’t forget to like!!

Bryce knew, from the moment she woke, that something was different. She walked by to the bathroom, careful not to wake her mate, who had been bedridden for the last few days with the flu the cold weather wasn’t that big of a help, either, the snow making her blood freeze every time she saw it.

She walked into the bathroom, slowly shutting the door behind her, the hinges letting out a quiet groan despite her best attempt. She looked into the mirror in front of the sink. It was her eyes staring back, her own skin, hair and mouth yet… different. She knew what it was, she felt it before. But after last time… she took a deep, shaky breath, her hands shaking, opened the drawer beneath the sink, picking up one of the pregnancy tests lying right next to her small box of tampons.

She sat down on the bathroom ground, waiting for the results, hardly breathing. There was no shock when she saw the two very clear red lines. And no words to describe her feelings. Joy, sadness.. anger. Gods, what was she supposed to do now? What if… she took in a deep breath, she couldn’t cry, she knew Hunt’d feel it if she did through the bond, and she couldn’t put him through this again. She peeled herself off of the bathroom floor slowly, making her way back to their bed, plunging in, the pregnancy test hidden under her sleeve. Hunt pulls her in, as soon as she’s back, pulling her close, breathing her in though, luckily, unable to smell her due to the blocked nose he’d been complaining of non stop for the last week.

“Are you aright?” He asks gently, kissing the top of her pointy ear, “You were in there a while,”

“Yeah I’m fine, just feeling a little sick, I think I might’ve caught what you have.” Bryce whispered, closing her eyes again, hoping to go back to sleep.

Hunt hugged her tighter, “I’m sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to make you sick as well.”

Bryce shook her head, and fell back asleep against the voice of her mate’s beating heart.

———————————

Later in the day, Bryce was sitting on the couch, finally managing to peel herself off the bed as the nausea faded towards the afternoon. Syrinx, planted firmly on her lap, was purring with all the attention he’d been receiving, not letting Bryce move an inch. “You can smell it on me can’t you ?” Bryce whispered into the chimera’s ear, rubbing right where he likes.

“Smell what?” Hunt asked, walking into the living room with no shirt, and only his sleep shorts, which did little to cover anything.

Of course he had to walk in right at that moment, he couldn’t wait another second and Bryce… she couldn’t lie to her mate, could she? She hated this, hated what happened to them, hated that every day she had to wake up, knowing, that she lost their baby, even though the medwitch assured her it had nothing to do with her, and that these things happened, especially with the member of Fae, she couldn’t help that every moment of every day, she felt responsible.

They’d been over the moon the last time, Bryce told all their friends and family with such joy, such excitement. They made plans on how they’d decorate the nursery, and even started discussing names when… one unfortunate evening, right when they were getting ready to go se her parents… at first she thought nothing of the pain, or the few drops of blood. All normal, her mom told her, that these things happened when she was pregnant with her, too. But the pain only grew, and in a few hours, they were lying on a bed with a medwitch, who told them she lost the baby. It took her 2 months to recover, to feel like herself again, like it wasn’t her fault and now… she wasn’t sure if she could go through that again.

She looked up, her lips shaking and started crying. Hunt was next to her in an instance, Syrinx almost biting him while hissing as Hunt pushed him off, pulling Bryce in, asking her what was wrong, and if she was hurt. She shook her head for the latter and pulled out he pregnancy test out of her sleeve, handing it to him. Hunt’s eyes softened, suddenly understanding her actions of the morning.

He hugged Bryce in, “Oh sweetheart,” he said, pulling her onto his lap, “It’s gonna be alright,”

“You don’t know that,” Bryce said, pulling away, the tears still rolling down her eyes, “What if…” she couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence, her throat tightening with the unsaid words.

“Maybe not, but all we can do is hope, right?” He said, placing a hand onto her belly, “All I know is that no matter what, this baby will be loved and cherished by everyone, and that you’ll be an amazing mother.”

“What kind of a mother loses her child?” She said, half laughing with sorrow, unable to contain herself.

“Don’t you ever blame yourself for that. Ever. That had nothing to do with you, or your mothering abilities. Sometimes life just has its way.” Hunt said and kissed the top of her head, pulling her into his chest, “I love you, and I love our baby. She’s so, so lucky to have a mother like you.”

Bryce laughed slightly between the tears, “She?”

Hunt shrugged, “I feel like she’ll be a girl,” he said, bringing his head down and planting a kiss on her stomach, and Bryce felt butterflies flutter her stomach, the last few minutes forgotten. “Let’s not tell people for… a while, this time, okay?”

Hunt nodded, coming up to kiss his wife on the lips, “Whatever you want, sweetheart.” He whispered, wiping away her tears with hir calloused fingers, kissing some away with his soft lips. “We’re having a baby,” he said out loud, still trying to make it feel real.

“We’re having a baby.” Bryce said and laughed, kissing his Hunt back. No matter what, she knew they’d face it together.

Team Bryce and Hunt.

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Honeysuckle Rose

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“This is the Greater Anglia service to Bury st Edmunds. Calling at Diss, Ipswich, Elmswell, Thurston and Bury st Edmunds.” 

The familiar voice of the train announcer startles Olive awake, her head banging against the strong plastic window. She finds that, embarrassingly, she'd been drooling and she wipes her chin with disgust. Pulling out a compact mirror from her handbag, she takes stock of her bleary red eyes, flushed cheeks and swollen lips, groaning at her rough appearance. All this was the result of a hangover, due to a celebration of her leaving the city the night prior. She had known it was a mistake the second she had agreed to having a going away party the very night before moving back to her hometown. Unfortunately, her fuck around and find out nature had consequences yet again, the movement of the train causing her stomach to churn, her insides doing somersaults and a subtle belch leaving an aftertaste of cheap cider clinging to her tongue. 

The countryside whizzes past the window as the train picks up speed from its previous stop, Olive trying her best to avoid looking at it. Squeezing her eyes shut, she wishes to be anywhere but here - here on this train, moving back to her hometown after finding a job after drama school didn't work out, her parents being extremely blasé about what she would do or where she would go next. They'd packed up and moved to South Africa on a whim six months prior, leaving Olive even more lost and confused than she already was after being thrust into adulthood and self sufficiency. It wasn't until Grandma Pearl had called two weeks ago, saying she needed an extra pair of hands at home while her regular helper Joan adjusted to widowhood. Olive had agreed - very begrudgingly, however. The thought of going back home after all this time had caused Olive's shoulders to seize up, the tension wracking her body.

“Wow, Olive Lewis!” a voice cries from across the carriage. Turning around, Olive sees a redheaded man walking cockily towards her. It's only when he's right in front of her and she smells his familiar scent that she recognizes him. “Long time!” 

“It sure has been, Kyle. How’ve you been?”

“Oh, good, good, thanks. You here to visit?”

“No, actually,” Olive says, gesturing towards her two large suitcases sat in the chairs opposite her. “I'm moving back. Moving in with Pearl for a little while.”

"Shit,” he says, his eyes suddenly full of sympathy. “I'm sorry things didn't work out.”

“Nah, don't be. It's okay. I think I need it, anyway. London's too loud, too overwhelming. Glad to be back.” It couldn't sound more untrue, despite the smile she'd plastered on her face. 

“Maybe we can grab a drink? Like old times.”

“Oh, yeah, Kyle. Cos that went so well the first time.” She blinks up at him through your lashes, lips pursed before pushing a breath out and smiling. “I'd like that,” she says. “Let me get settled and I'll call you. Same number?”

“Same number,” he responds, before beginning to walk away. “See ya, Olive.”

"Bye, Kyle!”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” she murmurs under her breath the second he's out of earshot. She'd been back in the county not even for half an hour and already the ghosts of her past were back to haunting her. Laying her head on the window and willing this migraine to disappear, she breathes out slowly, just wanting this day to be over. 

The train stops with a sudden jolt, Olive's head whacking against the plastic yet again. “Fuck me!” She yells, before staring apologetically at the other passengers. 

“Emergency stop. Cattle on train line. Thank you for your patience.” The booming, deep voice of the train conductor over the tannoy causes everyone to jump. So bloody British, a lady stands up and begins offering Murray Mints from a small bag. “We're going to be here a while,” she sings out, passing the bag along row by row. Taking one and smiling weakly in thanks, the nausea disappears the second the sweet is in her mouth. Peering out of the window once again, Olive takes in the place she grew up in, the beautiful green fields a shock to her eyes after living in a mostly gray, drizzly city like London for so long. 

Three dairy cows run along the field, the shell of an airplane stood in the middle of it. Trying her best to remember her local history, Olive recounts the model of the plane: a B-17, from when the Yanks had been stationed at nearby Thorpe Abbotts during the war. Feeling a strange nostalgia for a time she'll never get to experience, she pulls her book from her bag for the first time this journey, once again getting lost in A Midsummer Night's Dream.

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For better or For Worse - B. Bradshaw

pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Grace "Dragon" Bradshaw word count: 4.1k warnings: infertility, difficulty conceiving, chemical/false pregnancy, cursing, mentions of divorce, mentions of reckless flying Rooster & Dragon Masterlist | Opposites Attract Masterlist Main Masterlist

The day that Dragon and Rooster tied the knot was a joyous day. It was a small ceremony on the beach behind the Hard Deck with just their closest friends and family there. Neither one of them wanted to make a big deal out of it, if it was really up to them, they would’ve just gone to city hall and gotten it over with, but Penny and Y/N Seresin were not going to let that happen. But in the long run, Dragon and Rooster were happy that they didn’t just go to city hall. 

It had been a little over six months since the wedding, and although the two of them had a plan to wait for kids, Dragon was currently staring at the calendar trying to figure out how she missed that her period was late. Her and Rooster went on a late honeymoon two months ago to Alaska, and they spent more time in their hotel suite than they did exploring. 

It wasn’t that the two of them didn’t want kids. Bradley had been talking about having children of his own since the day Ella Seresin had been born. At first, Dragon wasn’t so keen on the whole kids thing, but then she spent the day babysitting Eli, and fell in love with the little boy and the idea of having one of her own. They had both agreed that when the time came, it would happen. Neither one was in very much of a rush to settle down and have babies in the first year of their marriage, but neither one was doing anything to actively prevent it either. 

Dragon sighed as she opened the drawer underneath the sink and dug around in the box that held her pads and tampons for the box of pregnancy tests. Her and Rooster had a scare almost right after the Uranium Mission. By the time Rooster had made it back to her apartment with the pregnancy tests, she was sending him back out to go buy her tampons. Dragon kept the pregnancy tests around though, in case she would ever need them again, and she was lucky that she had them. 

She decided to take all three of them, in case one was to come back with a skewed result. As she capped all the tests and set them on the bottom of the cabinet under the sink, she felt a wave of nausea hit her. Dragon looked at herself in the mirror, seeing if she could see any sort of differences in her appearance. Besides her period being late, she had been so tired lately. Rooster was worried about her as she could barely keep her eyes open during meetings or class. She also had a weird food aversion. Dragon loved the way that Rooster could grill up a hamburger, but even the sight of ground meat was making her want to vomit. 

“Baby?” The sound of her husband's voice caught her by surprise. Dragon quickly shut the cabinet doors, washed her hands and tidied up the bathroom before going to meet her husband downstairs. If she was pregnant, she wanted to tell Rooster in a better way than him finding pissed on plastic sticks in the bathroom. 

“Dragon!?” Rooster called again, his eyebrows furrowed. He knew she was home, her red ‘75 mustang sitting in the driveway. 

“Yeah?” Dragon yelled back, walking down the stairs. 

“Oh, there you are,” Rooster smiled and walked over to her. He planted a sweet kiss on her lips, and wrapped his arms around her waist, “I missed you.” 

Dragon chuckled, “You were gone for two hours playing golf with the guys. Couldn’t have missed me that much.” 

“Oh, but I did,” Rooster said and kissed her again. She hummed into the kiss and his hands slowly trailed down her hips to settle on her ass, “What have you been doing?” 

“Finishing putting up our wedding pictures.” 

“Did you make sure to get all the ones on my good side?” 

Dragon rolled her eyes playfully and pushed out of her husband's arms, “What do you want to do for dinner?” 

“Guys were thinking of coming over for a grill out, but I said I gotta ask you first.” 

Dragon had to hold back a gag at the thought of hamburgers and brats. It was really the last thing that Dragon wanted to do, or have in her house, but she agreed anyway. Dragon was thankful she had gone to the store yesterday and had the fixings for some sides, as Rooster sent a text to the dagger squad telling them the cookout was on. 

— — — 

“Eli! Don’t put sand in your sister’s hair!” Y/N Seresin yelled as Eli was running towards his little sister, a handful of sand in his hand. Dragon wasn’t quite sure where Eli even got the sand, but wasn’t about to ask the three year old questions. Y/N sat back down in her chair with a sigh, “Gosh, you would think it gets easier.” 

Dragon laughed, “I’m guessing it does. Look at Ella and Alex, they seem to be just fine.” 

“Alex hit her with a tea towel the other day, and Ella hit him with a stick,” Y/N answered. 

“So it doesn’t get easier.” 

“No it doesn’t,” Valerie Machado chimed in, “Javy and I decided after this one, we’re done. He’s getting the cut.” She placed a hand on her very swollen belly. She was about ready to pop with her third baby, a little boy this time around.  

“Jake and I want at least one more before we are totally done,” Y/N said and looked over at her husband who was laughing loudly at something Fanboy had said, “What about you, Dragon? Any kids in the plans for you and Rooster?” 

Dragon sucked in a breath and looked around. Her sister Phoenix was standing by Bob who was doing a magic trick for the Fitch, Machado and Seresin kids. She didn’t want Phoenix to overhear unless she knew for sure that she was pregnant. 

“Can you keep a secret?” Dragon asked. 

“I didn’t tell Javy that my dad was an admiral until our wedding day. . . I think I can,” Valerie said and moved in closer to Dragon, “Spill.” 

Dragon nodded and said very softly, “I’m pregnant.” 

“WHAT!?” Y/N yelled, which caught the eye of her husband. She raised her hand to ward off Jake, who just nodded suspiciously and turned back to his conversation with Rooster and Bob, “I’m sorry. . . what?” 

“My period is late, and I have been having some symptoms, so I took a pregnancy test just for shits and giggles and, well, it came back positive,” Dragon said, “Please, keep it on the downlow. I want to get an ultrasound and blood work and all of that before telling Rooster and Phoenix.” 

Y/N smiled and put her hand on Dragon’s forearm, “Secret is safe with me. Do you have an OB?” Dragon shook her head, “I’ll give you the number for mine. Doctor Carpenter has delivered all. . . well, just Ella actually,” Dragon and Valerie chuckled remembering the story of Eli’s birth, “But still, she was there for all my babies, and Val’s. She’s amazing.” 

“And we can go with you,” Val said, “I know when I had Jennah I would’ve loved to have some support, I think Y/N can say the same.” 

It was hard being a mother in the military, whether you were active or just a civilian. Valerie and Y/N were close, confiding in each other when their husbands were away. Sure, Dragon had Phoenix right by her side, but this was different. Phoenix wasn’t a mother and had no plans on ever being one. Val and Y/N knew what it was like and would be able to help Dragon in a different way than Phoenix. 

“I think I’d like that,” Dragon nodded and the two women smiled at each other. 

“Great! I’ll text you the office number,” Y/N said, grabbing her phone, “She’s really good at responding and usually can get you in quick.” 

“Get you in quick for what?” Bradley asked, and placed his hands on his wife’s shoulder. 

“For a haircut! Yeah, I was asking Y/N where she got her hair done cause it looks amazing,” Dragon said and looked up at her husband. 

“Her hair does look great, doesn’t it,” Jake said, and kissed his wife’s cheek, “What was the outburst for earlier?” 

“Dragon said that Eli got into her liquid foundation last time he spent the night and smeared it all over the walls,” Y/N said, and Dragon nodded. 

“I swear that kid,” Jake shook his head, “Wait. . . it’s quiet. . . Eli!?” 

Bradley chuckled as Jake took off looking for his youngest son, “I better go help him. Foods almost done,” Bradley kissed Dragon’s cheek before going to help corral Eli Seresin, who was hanging upside down in a tree. 

— — — 

Dragon had never seen so much pink in her life. It was as if a pink color bomb went off in the waiting room of the OB’s office. Dragon had gotten in on the same day that Val had her appointment. Javy couldn’t make it, and Dragon told him that she could go with his wife. No one raised an eyebrow in suspicion at that, and Dragon was thankful. She was already planning out how she was going to tell Rooster she was pregnant. She had bought a tiny pair of RayBan caravan look-alikes, and a fake mustache with a onesie that looked like a flight suit. 

“What do they usually do at these things?” Dragon asked Y/N, who was flipping through some Home and Garden magazine. That woman was always looking for new things to add to her garden. 

“Standard check-up things, vitals, height, weight, blood work, urine test. Then they’ll do an ultrasound, sometimes it's vaginal if you decide-” 

“Wait, vaginal. . .like. . .?” Dragon vaguely gestured towards her lower region and Y/N chuckled. 

“You can say no to that,” Y/N said and Dragon sighed in relief, “They can do an abdominal one and see just fine. They’ll take measurements and estimate your due date, and then tell you to come back in four weeks. It’s easy!” 

“Yeah for you, Mary Poppins,” Dragon said, and slunk back in her seat. She was terrified, but did a good job at showing it, but Y/N had come to know the girl well enough over the past couple years to know when she uses nicknames, it was because she was scared. 

“It’ll be fine,” Y/N said, “The first one is always scary because it’s just a big ‘what-if’, but I promise, it’ll be okay.” 

Dragon nodded, as the nurse called her name out, “Grace Bradshaw?” 

“Good luck,” Y/N smiled and Dragon stood up to follow the nurse back to the exam room. 

“First pregnancy?” The nurse asked and Dragon nodded, “Well, we are going to start with vitals.” 

Dragon felt like she had been waiting forever as she wore an uncomfortable paper robe and laid back on the exam table. They did a full physical, running blood work, taking her vitals, doing a quick breast exam, and now she was waiting for her results to come back. She gently drummed her fingers on her belly, as she placed one arm behind her head. She kind of wished Bradley was here with her, but she wanted this baby to be a surprise. She would have plenty more ultrasounds for him to attend. 

“Hello?” A voice said, knocking on the door. Dragon sat up a bit as who she presumed to be, Doctor Carpenter walked into the room, “You must be Grace.” 

“Oh, please, call me Dragon,” She said and held her hand out, “No one calls me Grace, not even my own husband.” 

“Pilot?” Doctor Carpenter asked, and walked over to the ultrasound machine. Dragon nodded in response, “I thought so. I’m going to take a quick look at your uterus. Open up your gown for me please, I’ll place a blanket on your lower half to keep you covered.” Dragon did as she was told, and Doctor Carpenter put a warm blanket on her body just below her belly. 

“The gel is cold,” Doctor Carpenter said, and Dragon flinched as the cold gel hit her stomach. Doctor Carpenter moved the gel around slowly, pressing the transducer down into Dragon’s skin. She bit back a groan at the uncomfortableness of having a full bladder being pushed on. 

Dragon watched the screen as Doctor Carpenter took different pictures, freezing the frame before moving the transducer around to get another look. It was almost scarily silent in the room. Dragon’s eyes looked at Doctor Carpenter’s face, seeing a slight frown on her lips. The doctor sighed and placed the transducer around, before turning to face Dragon. 

“There’s something wrong,” Dragon said. 

“Your blood work rose from flags. Your hCG hormone is extremely low.” 

Dragon sat up, “But I took three pregnancy tests and they all came back positive.” 

Doctor Carpenter frowned, “The cause could’ve been a chemical pregnancy. Your hCG might’ve risen a bit to be detected on a home pregnancy test, but the blood test is showing that you are not pregnant. Your ultrasound is also concerning to me,” She turned towards the picture on the screen, “From looking at it, I can see that you have scarring in your uterus, probably caused by endometriosis.” 

It felt like everything Doctor Carpenter was saying was going in one ear and out the other. Dragon had spent the last three days assuming she was pregnant, planning out how to tell her husband, looking at nurseries on pinterest, thinking about how she was going to tell her command team about it. But everything came to a screeching halt in just a matter of moments. Dragon didn’t know what to do, but Doctor Carpenter helped her clean the gel off of her belly and sit up from the exam table. She handed Dragon a packet of information on endometriosis and her options on if she wanted to have kids in the future. 

“Feel free to reach out with any questions, Grace.” 

“Dragon,” She said quickly, and looked at Doctor Carpenter for the first time since she told her she wasn’t pregnant, “It’s Dragon.” 

Doctor Carpenter frowned, “Take the time you need.” 

Dragon stuffed the pamphlet into her back pocket as she walked out into the waiting room where Val and Y/N were talking amongst themselves. Both women turned and smiled at Dragon, and she didn’t have the heart to tell them the news. 

“So. . . Are we going to have the next class of aviators?” Val asked. 

“Yep,” Dragon said, giving them both a tight lipped smile. Both women pulled Dragon into a tight hug, and she had to fight back tears. 

“Let’s go to lunch? I wanna celebrate!” Y/N said. 

“Actually, I’m a bit tired,” Dragon said, “I think I’m going to head home. I’m sorry.” 

“That’s okay!” Val said, “Go rest, trust me, you’ll need it.” 

Dragon nodded and said goodbye to them and headed towards her car. She sat in the driver's seat, letting tears silently roll down her cheeks. Dragon had loved her mustang since she got it at the age of 18. She had built the car from the ground up with the help of her father. The thought of trading it in before, made her sick. She would do anything but trade in her baby. But, when the possibility that she was pregnant was on the table, she was all too prepared to trade in her mustang for something more family-esq. Now, the car felt like it was suffocating her. She placed her hands on the wheel and let out a sob, before resting her head against the wheel. 

When Rooster came home that afternoon, he found his wife asleep on the couch. It was odd that she was taking a nap at four in the afternoon, but the look on her face looked like she needed it. He smiled to himself as he walked over to her, and grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over her. He kissed her forehead softly, and ran his hand over her hair, before going to get a start on dinner. 

— — — 

One week. That was how long Dragon kept the secret about her fertility issues and her false pregnancy from her husband. Part of her had some guilt, knowing that Bradley would like to know. He had meant the words ‘in sickness and in health’ when he said his vows. But the idea of breaking his bubble, was something she couldn’t bring herself to do. So instead, she went about her life as being the loving wife and fierce fighter pilot she was. 

Except, everyone could see something was off with her. Phoenix was the first to point it out, which just caused a fight to break out between sisters. Dragon had made a small mistake that she would’ve never made and it cost her the win in the dogfight against Mav. The next one to notice she was distracted was Jake, and that was only because Y/N had told him about her pregnancy. Dragon had snapped and went off on Jake about minding ‘his damn business’ which left everyone shocked, because Jake was the one person she never fought with. 

When the end of the week rolled around, it had felt like it had been a whole month. Dragon was looking forward to just sitting on the couch with a bottle of wine and watching Indiana Jones with Bradley, except Jake had invited everyone to dinner for ‘some announcement’. Bradley wasn’t going to miss whatever this dinner was, partially because he was the godfather to Ella Seresin. So, Dragon pushed aside her fatigue and anguish, and got dressed in a pair of jeans and a loose shirt. 

“You ready, baby?” Rooster said, walking into the bedroom, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Dragon was staring down at the floor as she sat on the bed. She lifted her head and smiled softly at Bradley. 

“Are you feeling okay?” Bradley asked, kneeling down in front of her. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Dragon answered, “Let’s get going. I don’t want to stay out too long.” 

“Okay, honey,” Bradley said and pulled her up from the bed. He kissed her lips sweetly, “You would tell me if there was something wrong, right?” 

Dragon felt her heartbeat in her ears. She knew how much Bradley strived for open communication. He had too many doors in his life closed and never opened again, that he wasn’t going to let that happen with you. 

“Yes, love, I would,” Dragon said, and caressed his cheek. Bradley smiled and grabbed her hand, leading her down stairs to the Bronco. 

— — — 

The restaurant wasn’t fair from the Hard Deck, and sat right on the beach. The whole dagger squad was at dinner, minus the kids. It seemed weird seeing the Machados, Fitchs, and Seresins here without kids. Dragon felt more on the spot as Val and Y/N hugged her tightly when they had arrived. Bradley kept eyeing her the whole night, seeing as she hardly looked up from her plate, and every conversation she had was very cut and dry. 

Everyone was in the middle of dinner, when Jake clinked his fork against his glass. They all looked his way, and he had a bright smile on his face as he stood up from his chair. 

“So, you are all probably wondering why I dragged you here,” Jake said. 

“I was told you were picking up the bill,” Payback said. 

“Your callsign should’ve been ‘cheap bastard’,” Jake shot and the table laughed, “But, Y/N and I wanted to have a family dinner with just the adults, it seems as though we never get a moment with just us.”

Javy laughed, “Damn straight.” 

“Speak for yourselves,” Bradley smirked and put his arm around Dragon’s shoulders. Val shot her a knowing look, and Dragon looked down at her hands. 

“We get it, Bradshaws, don’t need to rub in the child-free life,” Jake said, “But without any interruptions, I would like to tell you all why we invited you here,” Y/N took her husband’s hand and stood up “and well. . .Y/N’s pregnant!” Jake announced, hugging his wife. 

Rooster was the first one up out of his seat to go hug and congratulate his friend. Dragon tried to keep her emotions at bay, but she couldn’t. She felt like the room had become too hot and was starting to close in on her. She couldn’t hear anything about the blood rushing past her ears. She quietly excused herself from the group, and slipped out the back door. She thought she went unnoticed, but a certain brown haired female frowned. 

Rooster sat back down next to Penny, a bright smile on his face, “Can you believe that? They’re having another baby! What if it’s twin-” 

“You might want to go check on Dragon,” Penny whispered to the boy who had basically become her son in the past couple years. Rooster looked around the restaurant frantically, “She walked out to the beach.” 

“Thank you,” Rooster said, getting out of his chair and hurrying to the beach. His brown eyes searched the dark beach, looking for his wife. He sighed in relief when he spotted her standing in the tide. He jogged down to the beach, and then slowed to a walk as he approached her, kind of as if he were approaching a wild animal, “Hey, are you-” 

“I think you should file for divorce,” Dragon said, and turned to look at him. Bradley’s eyes widened in shock. 

“Where the hell is this coming from? Wh-What is going-” 

Dragon closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath, “My period was late, and I thought I was pregnant. I went to the doctor to get a confirmation and. . .” Dragon opened her eyes, seeing the tears running down Rooster’s face, “They told me I’d never have kids on my own. And if I did, they wouldn't make it to term.” Dragon rubbed her forehead, “Rooster, you want kids and I can’t give you that, so if you want-” 

Rooster cut her off by placing a soft kiss on her lips. Dragon froze for a moment, and then grabbed the collar of his Hawaiian shirt and pulled him in close. If this was the last kiss she was going to have with him, then she was going to get a proper goodbye kiss. When Rooster pulled away to catch his breath, he held her face in his hands, and wiped the stray tears away with his thumb. 

“Grace, I didn’t marry you because I just wanted to knock you up,” Rooster said, “I married you because you are my best friend, the one who keeps me grounded, the one I can trust to always make the right choices in the air, the one who I can always trust to be there when I land.” 

“But you have talked about kids since I’ve met you. And you love those Seresin kids as much, maybe even more than me. I see the way your eyes light up when you see them.” 

“My eyes light up when I see you too,” Rooster said, “Baby, having kids with you would be amazing, but it’s not the only thing that I want. And there’s other ways we can have a family. There’s IVF, there’s surrogacy, there’s adoption, and probably even more ways that I can’t even think of.” 

“You’d do all that for me?” Dragon asked and Rooster nodded. 

“If having a baby is what you want, then I’ll do anything to help you,” Rooster answered, “When I said ‘for better or for worse, through good times and bad’, I meant it. I’m not going to divorce you because of this. This isn’t your fault.” 

Hearing those words out of Rooster’s mouth made Dragon’s lip quiver and a sob leave her lips. Her doctor said the same thing to her as she sat on the exam table hearing the results of the blood test she had done. Dragon had spent years of her life thinking that she’d be able to have kids whenever. Her friends had asked her what she was waiting for, and Dragon told them that she was waiting for the right time to settle down and have kids, because that’s what she thought. She thought that she would have time to build her career, go on a couple deployments, travel around the world before she settled down and had children. 

“Honey,” Rooster said, as he pulled her into his broad chest, and held her tightly as she cried, “It’s okay. We’re going to be okay. I got you, honey.” It brought tears to his own eyes hearing his wife cry. 

His father once told him, the worst thing you can ever witness is the love of your life crying.