#Ronnie and Jake

[hearts4golbach]

The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Chapter 30.

the day before the concert, tara and i spent hours putting together our perfect Falling in Reverse concert outfits. with the two of our closets combined, and with the help of Jake and Johnnies too, but they don't need to know that, we were finally content with what we were going in. clothes were scattered everywhere, but we'd worry about that later.

Tara decided on a mini skirt with 3 different belts that we had found in jakes closet, which she had stacked strategically. she took one of my blinged up hot pink crop tops that i hadn't worn since 8th grade and had that as her top. she threw a fur coat over the top of everything. she threw on her chunky black boots with spikes and a cute pair of leg warmers on to finish the look. she had been planning on the makeup she was going to do for months, but all it was was her usual makeup with pink eyeshadow and eyeliner stars on her cheek.

i ended up wearing [outfit of your choice] and paired it with [makeup of your choice].

johnnies outfit was jaw-dropping. he chose his black lace button up and obviously wore it halfway unbuttoned. he layered about 10 different necklaces and rings. he also decided on wearing a new pair of dark red skinny jeans with his usual black boots. he tied it all together with his leather jacket. for johnnies makeup, he smudged red lipstick under his eyes and streaked black eyeliner down his face.

jakes outfit was just as cunty as the rest of us; he wore a cropped black tank top paired with his favorite pair of flared jeans. he also chose his belt with bullets on it. he decided on not even bringing a jacket with his reason being "he has tattoos for a reason." he also wore platform shoes and an arrangement of bracelets, some i had never seen before. jake decided to wear no makeup to the concert.

tara slept over so it'd be easier for all of us to take the 4 hour drive early in the morning. we had decided to rent a hotel so we could all get fucked up during the concert and not have to worry about driving home when we could just call an uber. all of us were restless that night, but forced ourselves to sleep so we were really ready for the concert.

i woke up the next morning wrapped in johnnies arms, per usual. the alarm was reverberating in my ears as Johnnie was also starting to stir awake. he opened his eyes and squinted them to look at me, a small smile forming on his face. "mornin'." his groggy sleep voice greeted.

"good morning. you excited?" i asked, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. i climbed out of the bed and stretched, making a million different bones in my body crack at once. "we gotta hurry up and take our showers since everyone else needs to, too."

Johnnies eyes scanned over my body. he sighed and propped himself up on his elbow. "do you want to just take a shower together? it'd save time." he smirked, gently squeezing my hand before he began fidgeting with my fingers.

"i like that idea." i placed a gentle kiss on his lips before dragging him out of bed into the bathroom.

i started the shower, making sure it was nice and warm as Johnnie got undressed. i wasn't far behind him, getting undressed myself before stepping into the shower with him. the warm water on my back woke me up as much as it was relaxing. i watched as the water trickled down Johnnies body and seeped into his inked skin. he ran his moist hands down my body and grabbed the body wash. he squirted some into his hands and began to wash my body. he had nothing but admiration in his eyes as they trailed over every part of me. he made sure no part of me was unwashed before going to wash himself. i did the same for him, helping him wash every inch of his pale skin. he shampooed and conditioned my hair, and while i wash washing mine out, he cleaned his own. he kissed me softly, but passionately before turning off the shower and climbing out. he wrapped me up in a soft towel, as well as himself.

we made our way back to our bedroom to pack our 1 day trip bags quickly. i stole johnnies pair of chunky pajama pants to wear on the drive, as well as my Lana Del Rey tee that was beaten up and bruised from all of the use. i packed all of my makeup and my concert outfit. i didn't bother packing an outfit for the second day there since we were leaving and heading home as soon as we got checked out of the hotel. Johnnie packed pretty much the same thing as i did, the only difference being he did pack an outfit for the second day. he threw on a pair of black skinny jeans and a My Chemical Romance tee shirt to wear on the drive there.

there was a small knock on the door before tara's bright voice called out, "you guys up?" we both answered yeah at the same time. she opened the door and greeted me with a hug. "morning!" she greeted excitedly.

i hugged her back tight. "morning, Tar." i heard the shower start from down the hall. "damn, is Jake just now getting in?"

"yeah, it took me, like, 20 minutes to actually get him out of bed. he snoozed his alarm 3 times before i had to go in there and drag him out of bed myself." she sighed, sitting on the bed next to me.

Johnnie shut down his PC so it wasn't wasting electricity while we were away. "well, that's Jake for you."

tara rolled her eyes. "yeah, well, he needs his beauty sleep, anyway."

"did you get your bag fully packed?" i asked, tossing my bag over my shoulder.

"duh, i got everything ready." she smiled.

the three of us moved down to the living room, bringing our bags and everything else we needed with us. Johnnie sprawled himself out over the couch. i made my way into the kitchen and grabbed a bunch of water bottle and a few snacks for the road, putting them in one of my goat bags and setting it with the rest of our shit. Jake ended up joining me in the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"okay, slut." i mumbled under my breath jokingly. i walked back out of the kitchen to join Johnnie on the couch.

"i know you are not talk to me, skank." he snapped his fingers and grabbed his zyns and decaf coffee off of the counter. he threw that shit in the microwave like it was nobody's business. he leaned against the counter and went on his phone.

i rolled my eyes, "is your bag even packed?"

"no," he answered nonchalantly before taking a selfie. i realized later on that he had posted it on his instagram story.

"that's wild that you're worried about your coffee right now, then." i laughed, "what if we're late to see Ronnie?" i over exaggerated.

he pursed his lips, "well, Ronnie can wait for my coffee." he smiled, taking a sip before heading up to his room.

tara had hopped in the shower immediately after jake did. she always took extremely long showers, but she made it quick today.

Jake made his way back downstairs with tara by his side less than 10 minutes later. with all of our bags and shit we needed on hand, we headed out the door.

Johnnie and I climbed into the back seat while jake and tara took the front. tara had music privileges for the first hour of the drive. her music taste was definitely different from mine, but I didn't mind it.

I leaned my head against johnnies shoulder and stared out of the front windshield, watching as all of the buildings and cars sped past. he wrapped his arm around my waist, his hand resting on my hip as he went on his phone to scroll through tiktok. my eyes flickered to his phone, watching as he reposted silly edits of himself, and of me and him, that fans had created.

Jake and tara had begun bickering about her lip smacking that annoyed jake ever so much. I felt johnnies shoulders jiggle, signaling that he was laughing. I quietly laughed along, aswell. they fought like a married couple, sometimes.

I could feel myself becoming drowsy as the car lulled me to sleep. my eyelids felt like bricks. it was way too early in the morning for this, especially when I was in and out of sleep all of last night. I gave in, letting my eyes fall shut as I slowly fell asleep on johnnies shoulder.

I woke up about an hour and a half later. johnnie was now watching Netflix on his phone. tara was passed out in the front seat, and jake was next to her, gently bobbing his head to the slower song playing on the radio. johnnie had felt me stir awake and began to rub my hip gently.

johnnie cleared his throat, "was that a good nap?" he teased.

I stretched my back before placing my head back on his shoulder. "Actually, yeah. your shoulder is a great pillow." I placed a kiss on his cheek, nuzzling my head further into his neck. "we should stop and get breakfast somewhere."

"I second that." jake stuck up one finger before rubbing his tummy. "I could eat a horse pussy right now."

his weird comment made tara finally open her eyes, as she had been stirring for a while. "what a great sentence to wake up to, jake."

he patted her knee, "sorry, sweetie."

we pulled into the closest McDonald's and bought breakfast. jake ate with one hand as he continued to drive, nearly fisting the breakfast sandwiches he had gotten. Jake and I both got coffees and the same breakfast sandwiches, a mcgrittle. we were practically twins at that point. I smiled at johnnie as he happily munched on his breakfast next to me. he smiled back.

by the time we were all done with our breakfast, we were about an hour out from the hotel. jake and tara switched seats since she offered to drive the rest of the way.

the rest of the drive was silent except for the soft music on the radio. I could tell we were all pretty tired from the long drive, and we'd all probably need a nap whenever we got to the hotel. to be fair, the coffee did wake up me and jake, though. honestly, nothing slaps like a good McDonald's coffee with extra creamer this early in the morning.

we had finally made it even earlier than we expected. I climbed out of the car and stretched, cracking my back before grabbing my things out of the car. Jake got the key card for the hotel while we unpacked the car, although there wasn't much to unpack. we brought all of our bags inside and made out way up to the hotel room.

the room was extremely nice. there were two beds, a large window with a beautiful overview of the city, and the usual hotel room accommodations.

I threw myself onto the bed I was claiming for Johnnie and i. I watched as jake filled the mini fridge with water bottles. we all took our concert outfits out of our bags so they wouldn't get wrinkled from staying cramped up for too much longer.

Jake and I ordered lunch from the hotel, although it was a pretty late lunch. the three of us started on our makeup, which influenced jake to actually do his own. he ended up smudging eyeliner in his waterline before calling it a day.

none of us changed into our outfits. we all sat on our respective beds and ate our lunch-dinner while watching some random ghost hunting show on the channel that was already on whenever I had turned on the TV.

before taking another bite, I spoke up. "are we going to leave as soon as we're ready so we don't have to wait in a long ass line to get inside?"

Jake gulped down what he was chewing. "That's what I was thinking, yeah." Tara and Johnnie agreed with him. 

after finishing our food 10 minutes later, we all got changed. I smoothed out my outfit in the mirror.

Johnnie came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "you look great, baby." he smiled, planting a kiss on my cheek.

"thank you," I turned around, hooking my arms behind his neck and kissing his lips softly.

Tara's chunky shoes clumped down the hallway as we made our way to the elevator. "over here sounding like a fucking elephant, damn." jake teased her, gently shoving her shoulder.

she shoved him back harder. "shut up, they're cute!"

Johnnie gripped my hand, interlocking his fingers with mine. I scanned his whole body, admiring how good he looked in his outfit. fuck, he looked hot. I smirked slightly before turning away. a blush was painted across his face as he smiled.

Jake called the Uber as we waited out front of the hotel.

"why did you just now call it? why couldn't you have called the Uber when we were getting ready, it would've been here by now." I scolded, not actually caring, just wanting to complain and annoy jake.

"because I didn't know how long it'd take you ladies to get ready. don't act like I haven't heard the conspiracy theories about girls taking forever to get ready."

"conspiracy theories?" I repeated, "conspiracy theories is wild."

"well, they seem to be true." he crossed his arms, popping his hip out to the side.

"like you don't take 2 hours in the bathroom every morning playing with your hair." I retorted, looking around to see if the Uber was close.

"okay, well, that's different." he rolled his eyes.

"mhm, right."

the Uber arrived eventually. we all piled in the back, pretty much sitting on top of eachother. we were all buzzing with excitement, and we weren't even buzzed yet.

"I think my first goal when we get there is to get a drink," I admitted with a sly smile plastered across my face.

"I second that." Tara was fixing her makeup in her phone camera.

"me too." jake and Johnnie responded in the same tone at the same time.

the 20 minute drive to the stadium felt like a 20 year drive, but I knew that was just the excitement and eagerness getting to me.

whenever we arrived, it took us 30 minutes to get inside, which was much better than it could've been.

we wandered around the stadium, looking for a good bar that had been set up. we ran into 3 before finding one with a good menu compared to the other ones.

we hurriedly ordered our drinks and made our way to our 'seats,' although none of us would be sitting during the actual concert.

we were an hour and a half early, or at least an hour and a half early for the openers. I had high hopes for the concert, I mean, it was a rock, emo, whatever you wanna call it, concert after all.

I sat back in my seat, propping my feet up as I sipped on my drink. to say it was strong would be an understatement, even though I was far from a lightweight.

"wanna try a sip of mine?" johnnie offered, handing me his clear plastic cup.

I gratefully accepted, handing him mine in return. I hummed at the taste of his, "I think I like yours more."

"honestly, me too." he laughed. we ended up trading drinks.

tara took a video of the four of us. "holy shit, falling in reverse!" she screamed over the hundreds of other people in the stadium that were most likely saying the same shit. she ended up posting it on her story.

the openers came on with a bang. smoke covered the stage before a much smaller artist, I wasn't sure of the name, strutted onto the stage.

the crowd cheered, but not as loud as I knew it'd be whenever Ronnie came on.

the small band played 6 different songs, and they were all surprisingly good. they were more of a nu metal band compared to Falling in Reverse. I mean, I wasn't complaining.

the four of us spent majority of that time taking pictures for our Instagrams. I mean, obviously. what else would you expect?

Jake and I were on drink duty. we sped back to the pop up stand and ordered everyone the same drinks they had had before, except me and johnnies were flipped.

we made it back just in time for the openers last song. it was a bug finale, to say the least. the LED screen behind them flashed before everything went dark. the crowd roared with excitement.

we were left in the dark suspensully. i was practically shaking with excitement as i heard the low murmurs of the crowd. the LED screen turned to a dark red moments later.

finally, Ronnie walked out onto the stage with the rest of the band members following. everyone cheered and shouted as they came out on stage. johnnie and jake seemed over the moon with excitement. but, so were me and tara.

Ronnie greeted the crowd, earning a screaming mess of greetings back. he laughed before getting into the very first song.

of course, he had to open with one of his most popular songs, 'The Drug in Me is You.' I knew this song like the back of my hand, just like every other song by him.

I gripped johnnies hands, shaking him as I screamed the lyrics in his face. I was as dramatic as I could possibly get, and he returned the same energy.

Johnnie took out his phone and recorded a snippet of the first song before flipping the camera to us and pulling me in, kissing me on the lips before ending the recording. I knew his fans would eat that shit up whenever he posted it.

we went just as hard for the next few songs before another one of my favorites came on, 'Get Me Out.' I practically screeched whenever I heard the first few words of the song.

to say everyone's hair was a mess at this point in the concert would be an understatement. Me, Johnnie, jake, and tara were sweaty and dirty, but that didn't stop us in any way.

Johnnie gripped my waist tightly as we screamed the lyrics out into the crowd and towards eachother, our energy never fading.

there was a short intermission, which gave me and jake just enough time to run and grab more drinks. to be fair, all of us were pretty drunk at this point in the concert, but who was there to tell us no?

we scrambled back to our seats as we heard the drum rhythm for 'I'm not a Vampire' begin.

I could see johnnie singing the lyrics as he watched the performance on stage. since we were still a bit of a walk away, I took a picture. seeing him in the stadium lighting was heavenly, and he seemed so into the music, it just made for the perfect picture of him. I planned to set it as my lock screen as soon as we got back to the hotel.

there was not much different about the last few songs, except for the fact that I was exhausted and out of breath. I had a feeling I wouldn't have a voice in the morning, either.

as the last chord of the song rang throughout the stadium, Johnnie gripped my waist and kissed me passionately. I reciprocated, kissing him back with the same intensity. he pulled away, his eyes sparkling. "I love you."

my lower lip quivered as I couldn't help but smile. "I love you, too."

[murdermostace]

[do-it-jakey-baby]

Does anyone else just sit and think about how unfair the Kiszka gene pool is??? Like… how fucking dare they all be so BEAUTIFUL!! It’s so cruel to us mere mortals. 🥲

[chifelcake]

oak onaodowan

my birthday is soon and i need oak pictures STAT!!!

[fixed-signs]

How does Jake look like everyone else in his family, so much so that people have guessed every sibling as his twin? It doesn’t apply to the others though, not even Josh.

I will not be explaining further.

[susieskinner93]

Endeavour best bits from 9x2

[aki-draws-things]

Well, does someone want angst?

I swear, it's only an au because I wanted to hurt ronnie...

And because I've fell in love with Chris I can't stop writing him!

@oh-surprise-its-me

"I've been called back to top gun."

That's the first and only thing Jake told his dad. Chris knows better than ask for more knows Jake can't tell him anything else. Besides, if he's been called back, it must be big. His boy is old enough. His boy is strong enough. Chris still is his father, he worries.

"I know you can't tell me more," he told him instead. He pulled Jake closer before he walked toward the plane that would take him to Miramar. He hugged him tight. "Promise you'll be as safe as you can, chickie, okay?"

Jake can only nod tearfully. Chris almost never called him that, it's usually Jake. Jakey. Baby. Never chickie, unless--

"I promise papa. I love you."

"So do I."

Chris slipped not so discreetly something in his pocket. When Jake was sitting on the plane, javy at his side, he pinned the medal to his jacket.

"Any idea why we've been called there?"

Jake shook his head.

"As much as you do, Jav. Uncle is so busy that he even missed dad's birthday."

"You're kidding, I hope. He never--"

"I'm not expecting a text for mine either. Look, Jav, honestly... ever since Papa's--"

"So he just cuts you two off? Seriously?"

Jake doesn't tell him that last time he saw his uncle Ice, at least six months before, he could read him so well, and what he saw was raw pain. Something not even maverick could fix, something Jake only ever saw on his dad.

"The commander is busy..."

Jake said instead, and Javy scoffed. He looked at him, at the medal pinned to his jacket. He gently knocked twice on the medal.

"Admiral kerner, Sir, just in case you can hear me, there's an ass to kick, if you wouldn't mind."

Jake choked a laughter. He knew javy was trying to make him laugh. He also knew he would ask his father that, too. Except if his father was there, javy wouldn't need to ask him.

Seeing Maverick was weird, too. It wasn't like he stopped visiting, he still did it, and he still worked on cars with dad. But he was captain Mitchell there. And he was lieutenant Seresin.

Fuck. He wanted to change his name, he.thpught of that ever since papa and dad got married.

"I wanna take both. Can I?"

He never did, in the end. His name was still Jacob Seresin, and nothing else.

Captain Mitchell gave him a little smile, and Jake smiled back. And that was it. Jake stopped just a moment longer, staring at the pictures in the hall. Just one, long enough to feel himself tear up, and Javy wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"He's proud of you. I know he is. And--"

He hesitated, waited for a group to pass behind them, shielding Jake from their prying eyes.

"He'll watch over you, like always."

Jake knew his best friend meant well, it didn't help him, though, not as he wanted to.

"Don't want him to watch over me, Jav." He sniffled quietly. "I wanted him there with me and dad."

Javy simply held him tight, so tight that Jake wished to disappear into his arms.

God, he missed him so, so much.

Jake almost got mav. God, he got so close to lock on him that it's almost scary. Mav knows he can't pick Jake. He can't play favoritism. Hell, if it was for him, he would pick none of those kids. He would fly out himself, on his own.

Jake almost got him, he's the one who got the closest, no wonder, he has one confirmed kill, too. The kid is good, and he's always been good.

Jake almost got a lock on Maverick, and all he could think as he initiated evasive maneuvers and got a lock on him was how crazy familiar that was.

Jake almost got Mav, the first time round, and it was so fucking painful. Two and half years had passed and Mav thought it was alright, he thought he was alright. He knew Chris would never be, nor would Jake. And God forbid Tom. But he thought he-- God, how wrong he was.

Mav swallowed as he passed the boys doing push up after losing. He didn't look down at them, his back straight, his eyes set ahead.

"He flies like him."

He doesn't say hi when Tom's face appears in the phone screen. Mav's crying, he can't stop, he can't fucking stop. Ice frowned, he tilted his head to the side.

"Bradley?"

They haven't talked to Bradley in years, he saw the photos, he looks exactly like Goose. Down to the last bit. It's like seeing Goose over and over again, there was no other way Mav could react, after all.

Mav shook his head, a louder sob escaping his lips, he wiped his face.

"Jake."

The sound is almost strained. Choked.

A plead.

"Tom, he flies just like Ron. I can't-- I can't even look him in the eyes without seeing him."

Jake had always looked like Ron. Not physically perhaps, but in the way he talked, and moved, amd, yeah... apparently flying, too.

"Mav--"

"Never thought I'd say it, you know? But I miss him. He should've--"

He shook his head.

"Forget I said it, baby."

He muttered when he saw Tom's eyes get glassy.

"I know, Pete. I miss him too."

For once, he spared him of the blame and guilt he felt every time.

Tom still felt guilty, he will always feel guilty. He sent Ron there, he sent him in the mission that ultimately-- he sent him to his death. It was a suicide mission, one with no ways to come out victorious. Or, well, they were victorious, there was no way to win AND come back too. Ron knew, Ron accepted.

Ron kissed his husband, and their son. He kissed Mav on the top of his head. He kissed Tom a moment longer.

Ron knew the risks. Ron knew there was no other way. He could've refused. He didn't.

Tom had to hand out the folded flag without a single tear on his face. Tom had to say a speech he wrote down, a paper where the ink was smudged by thousand tears and the page was crumpled. Tom-- the commander of the pacific fleet had to take off his wings and punch them.

Chris dared to forgive him.

"I miss his every fucking--" he broke.

Tom almost called Mav off when he decided to fly as team leader. He flew to Miramar, burst into the room like a fury, screaming at Maverick before even setting his eyes on him.

"It's suicide. You know it is."

"That's why I can't have the kids do that, don't you think?"

The commander almost called off the mission. Oh, if only he could.

"Tom--"

"I can't lose you. I can't-- I've lost enough already, don't make me lose you too."

"I do the impossible, Mr Iceman. You're not gonna lose me."

Tom prayed. For the second time in his life. He begged them to bring his husband home.

Mav was down.

Tom felt the world spin and shrink around him. Not his husband.

Rooster was down.

Tom felt like he was going to die. Not him too, oh God, not him.

They were back. They were airborne again. A miracle, Cyclone muttered.

Tom knew that miracle really well, and it had golden wings, large enough to shield them.

He promised. He promised, amd they were his pilots. Heavens, he could swear he almost saw a golden shine.

Jake flew like him. Tom realized the.moment he took off and killed the enemy aircraft, emerging from the smoke. It was I'm the mathematical precision he took the shot. It was in the way he inclined his jet to return on the carrier.

But it wasn't everything.

Jake looked like him.

He took his helmet off and hopped down of the jet with a little jump, he rushed to Mav and Bradley. He didn't stophe picked Bradley up, the man gave a strangled squeak as Jake's arms wrapped around him, he held onto him when he spun him around twice, setting him back on the ground, kissing him like that was the last day on Earth. Or perhaps the first.

Tom could see Ron run up to Chris. He was his son down to the last bit.

Mav wrapped himself on him as Tom took out his phone, he closed his eyes, his nose against Tom's neck, he vagiely heard the soft sound of a call in waiting.

"Tommy?"

Mav looked up.

Jake looked back, his face finally detaching itself from Bradley's.

"Hey, Chris, darling... I'm taking our boys home."

Mav saw Chris break in a tearful smile.

"I never doubted you Tommy. Not one time."

[filmpolicereviews]

Lav Diaz's 'Phantosmia' makes it to Venice Film Festival, stars Janine Gutierrez, Hazel Orencio, and Ronnie Lazaro

Lav Diaz's Phantosmia marks as his 8th film to join the 81st Venice Film Festival's out-of-competition section.

Lav Diaz’s eight film to join one of the oldest film festivals in the world. Phantosmia is an official out-of-competition entry in the upcoming La Biennale di Venezia. Officially announced yesterday as one of the films to join the out-of-competition entry in the upcoming Venice Film Festival, Lav Diaz’s newest film ‘Phantosmia’ stars Janine Gutierrez, in her first Lav Diaz film. Diaz’s first…

[hearts4golbach]

Fandoms/People I Write For.

I take requests for:

youtubers:

johnnie guilbert

jake webber

tara yummy

colby brock

sam golbach

celebrities

billie eilish

josh hutcherson

finn wolfhard

sally face:

sal fisher

larry johnson

[scrarefest]

Day 2! We hope you enjoyed all of our Day 1 offerings!!! Today, we have more platonic relationships and a couple of romantic pairings that are absolutely stunning!

Creators, don’t forget to change the date on your work! Readers, if you enjoyed the works, don’t forget to leave a kudos or comment!

***

Heaven help me, she’s walkin’ away

[Stevie/Ruth, Teen, 7,247]

"Why would I need two rooms?" Does Ruth usually get herself two rooms? Is that something she should be doing, for thoroughness or something?

"Because there are two of us?"

Wait. What?

Stevie has one more motel to hit before she can take a vacation, and this time Ruth is tagging along. The problem is, Stevie has fallen into old habits and booked the honeymoon suite.

***

Proud Mary

[Ronnie-centric, Teen, 4,747]

It's 1997, and Veronica "Ronnie" Lee is in a small town for business. What she doesn't expect is to stay - or for a fourteen-year-old rich kid to help steer her in the right direction.

***

i’ll stick by your side, if you’ll be right by mine

[Patrick & Twyla, General, 4,130]

Patrick is new in town and is immediately welcomed and befriended by Twyla. They bond over their crushes on the Rose siblings, baseball, and performing in Cabaret and become best friends. 

***

Survivable

[Stevie & David, Teen, 1,450]

What did Stevie do for those three days David was missing? It was during those three days Stevie realizes just what David does mean to her. 

***

riptide rush

[Alexis & David, Teen, 1,253]

***

(I Can’t Keep) Quiet (Any Longer)

[Jake/Mutt, Mature, 1,220]

Jake's just innocently dropping off Mutt's new table, when he hears something he probably isn't meant to overhear and he can't help but listen in..

Jake lifts the table down from the truck with a grunt. There's no sign of Mutt waiting for him, but the barn door is open wide so he's obviously expected.

He carries the table over to the barn, halting just outside, ready to call out Mutt's name, when..

"Jake."

..His name is a near breathless sigh, followed by a whimper.

***

Want to follow along throughout the week? Make a copy of this spreadsheet to keep track of the works you engage with!

[mywingsareonwheels]

Sometimes a work family is

- Four iron woobie heroic types with occasional arsehole tendencies but who are all basically awesome (Morse, Thursday, Bright, Jakes, also all three of Thursday’s immediate family, all seven in v different ways but the core is there)

- An ace, a cinnamon roll, and a snark king, all magnificent (Trewlove, Fancy, Max)

- The token normal teammate (Strange, ironically)

- Ronnie Box

[nectarink]

[crowroacho]

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR S9 EP2

I need to SCREAM about how Thursday told Morse to let Blenheim Vale go - but then Morse basically remembered Jakes telling him how he can never forget the abuse he suffered. And then Morse said HE CAN'T JUST LET IT GO. AHHHHHHH NY HEART

And then JAKES TURNING UP ON MORSE'S DOORSTEP??? OH MY GOD?? I LOVE HIM I LOVE THEM

ALSO BOX??? BOX FINALLY CAUGHT NOT LACKING FOR ONCE AND RUNNING OFF TO SOUTH AFRICA??? WARNING THURSDAY ABOUT SOMETHING BIGGER - SOMETHING FROM LONDON??? FUCKKKKKKING HELLLLLLLL

[bidamonalbarn]

Which 70 year old?

every ask from you holds an embarrassing answer

[milcycyrus-archived]

miley cyrus as miley stewart aka hannah montana from hannah montana for HFRP AU week

[a-beauty-lives-in-every-soul]

GUYS HELP HOW OLD IS RONNIE