#and don’t get me wrong I love my dad and am still struggling with this

[pimento-playing-hopscotch]

New chaos level unlocked- the silverware drawer of a man going through a silver divorce-

[fallstaticexit]

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TW: Bruises/Hickies, Church

AN: Surprise shawtyyy! I was fighting demons to keep a poker face up until this point lolol also normally, I'd have a follow up post for Tuesday if I post on a Monday - but next update will be later this week, as I'm at the point where I'm just straight up making poses for the whole thing lol. (trying not to, because it's time consuming).

Transcript under the cut

Malcolm: Are they done yet? This is boring!

Jonathan: You don’t get it.

Malcolm: Get what!

Jonathan: Mom and Dad. They’re in love and stuff.

Malcolm: Bleh!

Nancy: [whispers] I’m sorry.

Geoffrey: Hm? What for?

Nancy Narrates: [For betraying you]

Nancy Narrates: [For always wanting more when this should be enough]

Nancy Narrates: [You don’t deserve this..]

Nancy: [whispers] Nothing. Nevermind.

-

Jonathan: What happened? What’s wrong with Mom?

Geoffrey: She’s ok, she just needs to rest-

Malcolm: Is it cause she’s drunk?

Geoffrey: Malcolm- Ok, how about you two find a movie for us to watch for boy’s night and I’ll get Mommy ready for bed.

Geoffrey: Nance. I need you to sit up so I can get your night gown on.

Nancy: Mhm.. s’fine.

Geoffrey: [snorts] Alright, suit yourself. Don’t try and steal all the blankets when you get cold tonight.

Nancy: [whimpers] M’ gonna be better, Geoffrey. M’so sorry..

Geoffrey: There you go, apologizing again. You know it’s ok if you do steal them, right, silly? I run hot at night any...anyway-

-

Nancy Narrates: [I made a silent promise to my family that I’ll never stray away from them again. I would make it right, somehow]

Deacon: Today we gather to reflect on the sacred gift of family. God created humanity in His image. From the beginning, we see family is part of His design.

Deacon: It is within our families that we first encounter unconditional love that mirrors God’s own love for us all.

Priest: In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Nancy: Amen. [softly] Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been- [exhales] a while since my last confession.

Priest: What is troubling you, my child?

Nancy: I’ve- fallen prey to my weakness for the same sex. I fear what I’ve done will ruin my family.

Priest: Have you struggled with this before?

Nancy: I’ve never really acted on it, until now.

Priest: How do you feel about what you’ve done?

Nancy: Guilt. Shame. Disgust.

Priest: My daughter, these emotions are a sign of your conscience at work. You have acted against your own values. You know these unnatural ways is not in accordance to God’s design. For your penance, I want you to spend time in prayer and consider the harm you’ve caused for yourself and for your soul.

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Judith: Oh, brother. He said that?

Nancy: It’s nothing I’ve never heard before, growing up in the church and all.

Judith: You know there’s nothing wrong with you, right?

Nancy: [scoffs] I cheated on my husband! That’s unforgivable, in any situation. If Geoffrey ever found out, he’d leave me. The boys would have to suffer through a divorce- a broken family. The media would eat us alive. And my mother, God, if she knew-

Judith: Oh, I am so sick of hearing about that old broad!

Nancy: I just need to put it behind me. Move on. I got it out of my system, so I have no reason to speak to Lily ever again. I’ll never think about another woman. I’ll be good. Normal.

Judith: What the hell is normal, anyway? If you’re abnormal, than so am I.

Nancy: [sighs] You’re not married or a mother.

Judith: Have you even allowed yourself a moment to revel in this?

Nancy: Why would I?

Judith: Because you finally gave yourself something you wanted. Put the shame and all those nasty feelings aside for a second and tell me about it.

Nancy: [groans] God, it felt so good. The sex yes, but there was something about her obeying everything I said that thrilled me. If I close my eyes now, I can still feel her teeth in my skin, her gasps when I squeezed her throat.

Judith: There.

Nancy: What? There what?

Judith: The real you. You pack her away so much that when you finally allow her to show, she shines.

Nancy: She frightens me..

Judith: Good! She’s a real bitch, and she’s ready for her debut! I want to see you at your brightest, darling. It’s when you’re the happiest.

Nancy: I don’t know if happiness was in the cards I was dealt.

Judith: I believe it is. And when it comes, bask in it, darling.

-

Jonathan: Move, Malcolm! I have the phone!

Malcolm: NO! Let me talk to mommy!

Nancy: Quit bickering, you two. Jonathan, let your brother speak too, please.

Malcolm: YEAH!

Jonathan: [groans] Fine! Mom, are you almost home? Will you be late again?

Nancy: I’ve just wrapped up my last client and I’ll be on my way.

Malcolm: Then we can look for a Christmas tree?!

Nancy: We sure can, my love. I’ll see you both very, very soon.

Jonathan: Promise?

Nancy: I promise. I love you both so much.

Assistant: Mrs. Landgraab, you have a guest asking for you in the lobby.

Nancy: [scoffs] You’re joking? No, no I can’t. Have them book an appointment. I’m leaving for the evening.

Assistant: I suggested that, but they refused to leave and insisted on seeing you.

Nancy: Oh, fucking hell.. fine. Page my driver to wait for me out front anyway. I’ll make this quick.

Nancy: [breathlessly] Vanessa.

Vanessa: Hello Nancy.

[puckinghischier]

Surprise…?

Luke Hughes x fem!reader

summary: luke gets hurt during a game

notes: y’all i think i struggle writing luke for some reason. i just never seem to really like what i write when i write for him. wtf am i doing wrong 😩

request: can you do a post on luke Hughes getting badly injured the game at umich and both older brothers are there and get worried over him and major fluff

i strayed away a bit from the michigan aspect because i don’t feel comfy writing about college hockey players, so i changed it up a bit. i hope you still enjoy!! 🫶🏼

[3.3k]

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There weren’t many times you regretted moving to Jersey, but right now was one of them. The constant traffic within the city wasn’t something that usually got under your skin, but today it was the absolute bane of your existence. Of course, you were in a hurry. A big one. You had approximately thirty minutes until puck drop, and you needed to get there before that puck hit that ice. No exceptions. You hadn’t told Luke what you were doing, so he probably already expected you to be there, wondering why you’re not in your usual seat for warm-ups.

As if he could hear your thoughts, your phone buzzed with a message from Luke, not being able to read what it said while trying to weave in and out of traffic.

“Quinn, can you see what Luke just sent. And then tell him I’m on my way. I don’t want him worrying that I’m not showing tonight,” you ask the Hughes brother currently in your passenger seat.

Quinn grabbed your phone from the cupholder, listening to you rattle off your passcode so he can open Luke’s message.

“He asked where you were, and if you were already there. Wanted to know why you weren’t in your seat for warm ups,” Quinn confirms your thoughts, looking to you for an answer.

“Tell him I’m just running late. Be there before puck drop. And tell him I love him and good luck.”

You hear the sound of Quinn typing your reply as you increase your speed, cursing the people who want to drive below the speed limit in the fast lane. This is what you get for trying to be a good girlfriend and surprise your boyfriend and his brother. You get stuck on the road with New Jersey’s worst drivers.

In your defense, you were supposed to already be safely at the arena in your seats, but Quinn’s airline had different plans. His flight being delayed by three hours gave you barely enough time to run and grab him from the airport and make it back to the Rock before the hockey game started. The only thing saving your ass right now is the fact that if you can just get there, you can go through the player entrance and avoid the crowds trying to get in at the last minute.

“If you don’t calm down and drive like a sane person, we’re never going to get there. We’ll be squashed on the side of the road,” Quinn scolds you, grasping what your dad always called the ‘oh shit’ handles.

“If I can just get around these idiots in front of me we’ll be fine. We’re almost at our exit, then I just have to pull around back and we’re in,” you tell him, once again pressing the gas pedal a little harder.

Quinn stays silent the rest of the drive, closing his eyes once you start speeding around the other cars on the freeway, finally getting to the right exit and rushing to the underground parking that the players always park in. You pull your car into the spot next to Jack’s, barely even turning the car off before you’re jumping out and sprinting to the entrance.

“C’mon, Quinn! I know you can move faster than that! We only have a few minutes! Move it!” You yell over your shoulder, Quinn barely having gotten out of the car.

“Remind me to never let you drive ever again,” is all he says as he catches up to you, looking a little greener than before.

The two of you make it inside the arena with no issues, sprinting to your seats just as the national anthem finishes, both teams sending their starting lines out on the ice.

You had managed to snag Quinn a seat next to you, asking the team’s manager for a favor to help surprise their rookie defenseman. With no hesitation, he handed you a ticket and a locker room pass for Quinn, knowing how homesick Luke had been lately. You had thanked him a million times, asking him to keep it a secret from both Jack and Luke, not wanting either one of them to know until the day of. He gave you his word, and was also the reason you were given access to the player parking for the night, not wanting Quinn to be ambushed by fans going through the regular entrance.

You felt your heart rate start to slow once you were both situated in your seats, glad that you had made it in time. Neither Jack nor Luke had looked over and noticed you yet. You wondered if they were going to clock Quinn before they took their stances on the ice.

Your question was soon answered as Jack looked back and saw you, waving and turning to get Luke’s attention before he did a double take, noticing the brunette sitting to you left. Quinn gave a small wave, flashing his younger brother a smile as you watched Jack’s eyes widen, mouth curving into beaming smile. Luke had turned back, looking in your direction, a relieved smile on his face once he noticed you were finally in your spot, eyes too focused on your figure to notice Quinn’s next to you. It wasn’t until he looked over at Jack and followed his gaze that he finally noticed his oldest brother in the crowd, a Devil’s hat on his head.

Luke’s eyes flicked over to you once again, mouthing ‘what the fuck?’ to you, your only response a shrug of the shoulders and a smirk on your face.

The two brothers quickly focused their attention to the officials on the ice, lowered into their stances, waiting for the puck to drop onto the ice.

“You know they’re going to compete now, right?” Quinn says as he elbows you to get your attention.

“Why would they compete? They’re literally playing for the same team. It doesn’t matter who scores as long as the team wins,” you respond, confused at Quinn’s words.

“It matters now. They do the same thing when mom or dad come to watch them. They want the praise. They want to be able to out perform the other so they can brag about it to me after the game,” Quinn clarifies.

“I don’t know about that. Jack’s been good about trying to set Luke up for success all year, I think they’ll surprise you.”

Quinn gives you a skeptical look, not believing your words, but lets it go otherwise; his attention quickly stolen by the sound of the puck hitting the ice, followed by clashing sticks and skates scraping against the frozen floor.

Much to your surprise, Quinn proved to be right. All throughout the first period, the two brothers fought to get the puck, sometimes even fighting against one another. You noticed the odd looks from their teammates, Nico even skating over to Jack during a tv timeout to ask him what was up, not having seen the pair act like this before. You kept throwing glares at Luke, trying to tell him to knock it off, that they’re playing for the same team, but he wouldn’t look at you for more than a few seconds at a time.

As the second period started, the competition between Jack and Luke had nearly ceased to exist. You assumed they got their asses chewed in the locker room during the intermission, noting how their coach seemed to watch them like a hawk. Once the brothers started actually playing together instead of against one another, the Devil’s were scoring goals left and right, putting up four goals before the end of the second period, one Luke’s and two being Jack’s.

With only three minutes left in the second period, Luke was attempting to get possession of the puck from behind the net, fighting two of the opposing players for the black piece of rubber. He lost control of the puck, and in a moment of frustration, pushed one of the enemy players in the back, wanting out of the sandwich they had put him in. The player he pushed fell forward onto the ice, drawing a penalty on Luke. The official had blown the whistle, stopping gameplay, when Luke looked over at him, frustrated at the call.

What Luke didn’t see was the player who had gotten the puck come skating up behind him at full speed, pushing Luke so hard his skates came out from under him, causing him to land on the ice on his back. He was angled just enough, though, that his body slid at high speed straight into the bottom of the wall a few feet away, head bouncing off the boards along the ice.

You were on your feet immediately, hands flying to the glass in front of you, begging for him to get up. Quinn jumped to his feet next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, whether to comfort you or himself, you don’t know. Jack leaves his spot on the bench to skate over to his brother, falling to his knees on the ice, hovering above Luke.

Luke hadn’t moved yet. Not a foot twitch, a roll over in pain, or a thumbs up to let anyone know he’s okay. He’s laying lifeless on the ice, trainers calling his name, careful not to touch his head or neck. Your hand flies to cover your mouth, a sob making its way out of you when you noticed the stretcher being put on stand-by near the tunnel. Everything feels like it’s in slow motion, time stopped as Luke continues to lay, unmoving. Quinn tries to move you back from the glass, averting your attention from the scene in front of you, but your eyes are glued to Luke’s body.

You thought you imagined the twitch of his foot, thinking it was where the medics were tapping his leg, trying to coax him awake. When you finally see his body try to roll over, you let out the breath that you didn’t even know you were holding. Your relief was short-lived, however, when you hear the scream that makes its way out of Luke’s throat. You’re not sure which one hurt worse, him lying there not moving or the scream of agony that’s currently echoing through the arena.

Your knees start to give out, eyes blurring from the tears falling down your face. Quinn catches you as you slide down the glass, holding your sobbing figure in a crouched position.

“Quinn, gotta go. Gotta go, locker rooms,” you manage to say between sobs, trying to stand and make your way out of the stands.

“Okay, yeah, let’s go. Let’s get you out of here.”

The fans watch as Quinn guides you out of your seats and up the stairs. Most of them familiar with you, you and Luke not being super private with your relationship. A lot of them are still shouting obscenities at the player who went after Luke, demanding he be suspended. Some of them give you sad smiles as you pass, hoping your rookie is okay.

You finally reach the entrance to the training room, knowing this is where they’ll have taken him before they decide if he needs a hospital or not. You can hear them in there talking to him, unsure if you should enter yet or wait on someone to come out and get you. You stand at the doors, staring into space, when Quinn decides to speak up.

“He’s gonna be fine, Y/N. Probably a gnarly bruise, and likely a concussion, but it could’ve been worse. I know its scary, but I promise, he’s going to be okay. Might not even miss more than a game or two.”

All you can do is nod at the words, unable to do much else at the moment. You try to give a small smile, but you think it comes across as more of a grimace. You turn your head when you hear the door to the training room opens, revealing one of the team trainers.

“Oh, good, you’re already down here. He’s asking for you. Wants you to know he’s awake and okay. Nothing’s broken, just banged up and a mild concussion. Probably going to have him follow up with a doctor tomorrow, but for now he just needs rest. You can go ahead and go in. He won’t be playing the rest of the night,” the man in front of you finishes, stepping aside so you can walk through the open door.

You turn back to look at Quinn, seeing if he’s going to come with you.

“I’ll just give you two a minute first. Go ahead, I’ll be right behind you,” he tells you, wanting a minute to process his own emotions before seeing his baby brother.

You nod and turn to walk into the training room, following the trainer down a short hallway before turning the corner into a room with three different treatment tables, Luke’s long body taking up the farthest one. His head is laying back on a pillow, a large ice pack taped to his right shoulder. His gear is laying in a pile on the floor next to him, completely bare from the waist up. As you get closer, you can see the already purple skin forming in the exposed parts of his shoulder and upper arm. You gasp quietly at the bruised skin, causing Luke’s head to snap up at the sound.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he rasps out, voice raw from his screams earlier.

You stop on the side of the bed opposite to his injury, unable to say anything yet. Tears still streaming down your face, looking him over for any other signs of injury.

“Hey, no need to cry, angel. I’m okay, see. Just a little bruise. Nothing to be worried about. You should see the other guy,” he tries to joke, being told he left a dent in the wall where he hit.

You glare at him through your tears, unhappy with his weak attempt at joke.

“Okay, yeah, maybe not the time to joke just yet,” he brings the hand on his good arm up to rub the back of his neck, looking away from your tear-stained face.

“You were unconscious, Luke…you weren’t moving,” is all you managed, staring at his injured shoulder.

“I know, baby, I know. But I’m awake now, see?” he gestures towards his body with his good arm. “I’m just fine. Yapping ability unaffected,” he once again tries to bring a smile to your face, this time it almost works.

“God, Luke, if you could’ve heard the scream you let out,” you shudder at the memory. “It was the worst sound I’ve ever heard in my life. I thought my heart was going to rip in two right there on the spot. I don’t ever want to hear the sound again,” you finally look at his face, noting the small cut on his forehead, you assume from his helmet.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry you had to witness all of it. I can’t imagine how it must’ve looked,” his tone apologetic. “If the roles were reversed, I don’t think I would have been able to keep myself from trying to climb over the glass to get to you. But I promise, sweetheart, I’m fine. Told me as long as my head’s fine I should only have to miss two or three games to let the bruise run its course,” he grabs your hand, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

“It was just so scary, Luke,” you sniffle, closing your eyes for a brief moment. You finally start to calm down now that his hand is in yours.

“I know. But now you get to play doctor and take care of me for a few days. Kiss all my boo boo’s better,” Luke wiggles his eyebrows at you, finally earning that laugh he’s been trying to get out of you since you walked in.

“That was probably one of the ickiest things you’ve ever said to me,” you laugh with Luke, fake gagging for dramatic effect.

Luke opens his mouth to say something else, but the the doors to the training room open, cutting him off. The familiar sound of skates against the floor making their way towards the two of you. Jack turns the corner, a frantic look in his eyes until he lands on Luke, awake and sitting up.

“I’m going to kill you for scaring me like that,” Jack points a finger, glaring at his younger brother. “I mean, why the fuck did you hit him, Luke! What were you thinking? You know how these guys are, they’re begging for any excuse to fight! They don’t care if you’re a 20 something rookie, they’re gonna hit back, dumbass!” Jack yells at Luke, throwing his arms around in frustration.

Luke winces at the volume of Jack’s voice, his ears sensitive to loud noises right now. Before you can get the words out to tell Jack to be quieter, Quinn enters the room and does it for you.

“Jack, be quiet for fuck’s sake. He has a concussion; you yelling at him is only going to make it worse. Yell at him later.”

“Well, it was stupid, Q. What he did was stupid,” Jack says in a normal tone of voice, still angry.  

“Don’t act like you’ve never done anything stupid on the ice before. Just because you never get caught when you hit people doesn’t mean you don’t do it,” Quinn walks over to stand beside Jack at the end of the table.

“You good, Moose? Looked pretty nasty out there from where I was sitting. Scared us, man,” Quinn asks Luke, tapping him on the foot. You note the redness of Quinn’s eyes, knowing how much he cares for both of his brothers. The whole situation shook him up, too, you were just too worried about Luke to notice at the time.

“Yeah, m’alright. Head hurts. Shoulder feels like it’s been run over by the ‘boni, but other than that I got off pretty clean. Nothing’s broken. Have to miss two games at least, more if my head ain’t right,” Luke answers Quinn, moving his hand so he can thread his fingers through yours.

“Your head’s never been right, Moose,” Jack says, causing Luke to roll his eyes.

Quinn leans over to bump his shoulder into Jack’s, shaking his head, unimpressed with his joke.

“Wait,” Luke starts, causing everyone to look up at him. “Are we just not going to address the fact that Quinn randomly showed up to the game tonight?”

“Yeah, how did you get here. Shouldn’t you be in Vancouver right now?” Jack adds, looking over at his older brother suspiciously.

Quinn looks over to you, causing the other two Hughes to shift their gaze your way.

“Surprise?” you say as a question, not knowing what to do with all the eyes in the room on you.

“You did this?” You look over at Luke, nearly eye level with him, even though he’s laying on the table beside you.

“Well, I know you’ve been struggling with adjusting to life here lately, and you were feeling pretty homesick, so I figured it would be nice for you to have both of your brothers in Jersey for a night or two,” you shrug your shoulders, not seeing the big deal with your actions.

“Tried to get your parents here, too, but they couldn’t leave work right now. They sent their love and apologies, though. Promised me they’d be at a game as soon as they could,” you added, wishing you could’ve had all the Hughes here tonight.

“I….I don’t know what to say,” Luke looks at you, so much affection in his eyes it makes you squirm.

“Well, a thank you would be a nice start,” you joke.

“Thank you. I love you. So much. If I could lean over to kiss you right now I would,” Luke brings your hand up to his mouth, placing a kiss on the back of your hand clasped in his.

“Please, for the love of god, don’t make me witness anything else painful tonight,” Jack interrupts the moment, earning a slap to the back of the head from Quinn.

“Don’t you have a game to go finish, jackass?”

“Oh, shit, yeah,” Jack jumps, forgetting about the last period that’s about to start. “See you at home, Moose, Q. You, too, Y/N. Assume you’re staying over to help take care of the patient, yeah?” He nods his head towards the injured one in the room.

“Yeah, I’ll be there. Be safe, Jack. Good luck,” you wave as he turns to leave.

“I’ll go pull the car around, be back in a few to help you get this ole’ goon out of here,” Quinn announces before leaving you and Luke alone once more.

“So, you’re really going to stay over? Play nurse for me?” Luke asks, looking at you with puppy dog eyes, batting his eyelashes.

“Of course I’m staying over. I can’t trust Jack to make sure you’re not up and around doing something stupid when you’re supposed to be resting.”

“So, if you’re going to play nurse, does this mean we can stop on the way home and get you one of those sexy nurse outfits?” Luke asks, eyes hopeful.

“Maybe they should’ve just left you out there unconscious on the ice, you were less annoying that way,” you fire back, smiling at the laugh Luke let out, thanking your lucky stars your boy is okay.

[coco-loco-nut]

Book Club - Part 3

Pairing: Grid X Reader, Lance X Reader

Summary: lewis get a new song inspired by one of the book they read that week, a little lance relationship focused as well

a/n: even as an avid reader, i struggle so much choosing books for this 🥲, sorry if this one sucks

requests open 🫶✨ masterlist

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“Alright boys, get ready to swoon!” You pull out copies of your chosen book, The Dead Romantics. After reading classics and adventure, and thrillers, you chose chick-lit. It had been recommended on other book club chatboards, so you deemed it safe for the guys.

“Same time, same place next week,” Daniel grabs a book and walks out. The rest file out of the motor home, books in hand. You follow Fernando to Aston Martin.

“Lance, your girlfriend is here for you,” Fernando calls for him before you can. “Good choice, I enjoyed this one the last time I read it,” Fernando says before walking to his room, leaving you stunned.

“Hello, mon cœur,” Lance kisses you before grabbing your hand and taking you to his room.

“What is the book this week,” He asks once you cuddle up on the couch. Since he found out about the club, he’s been reading the books with you.

“The Dead Romantics, first one to finish gets to choose the next date,” you hand him his copy before starting your own. Lance’s assistant brings in coffees and breakfast for you both while you read.

“When we get married, would you change your last name, combine ours, let me take yours, or leave our names as is,” Lance asks after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“Hmm, I like the sound of Y/n Stroll, but maybe I’ll still race under my name,” you decide, paying attention to the books, thinking about the predetermined discussion questions.

“Fuck,” Lance groans after his phone went off, quickly bookmarking his page.

“What’s wrong baby?” you ask, bookmarking yours as well.

“I have a meeting with Dad in a few minutes,”

“Oh, want me to come along? I love your dad,” you run your fingers through his fluffy hair.

“It’s okay, it’ll take a while. You are more than welcome to stay here or go and get ready for the drivers parade. Either way, I will see you after,” he kisses you before gathering a couple things and heading out. You finish another chapter and head to your motorhome, dressing yourself in team gear and redoing your hair. Lance waits for you outside your team garage.

By next week, you both have finished the book and have been raving about it to people, you even sent a copy to George. You won the challenge, although you were sure Lance let you win.

“Have fun at your meeting, you are literally bouncing in excitement,” Lance laughs, kissing the side of your head and leaving you in front of Haas’ hospitality. You quickly find the club, who are equally happy with your pick.

“That was the best romance book I’ve read in a while,” Daniel starts off.

“It was my second time reading it. Much better than the first time,” Fernando agrees.

“And the plot twist!” Nico gasps, all of you nodding along.

“I wrote a song about it,” Lewis says nonchalantly, causing you all to pause.

“Lew… what?” You can’t imagine how one would write a song about it. The book was good, but it wasn’t Shakespeare.

“Yeah, the broken hearts, the forbidden nature of their love, separated by the paranormal, the spiciness of the ending. It inspired me, almost like all those songs for Fifty Shades of Grey,” Lewis explains.

“I don’t know how that would work, but I am sure that you made it work,” Kevin says as Lewis pulls out his phone.

You heard some of his music before, and you knew he could sing and his writing was pretty good. Unfortunately, this was not the case. The singing was great, but the lyrics were a little too… sappy for his style. It wasn’t even sensual, he was just singing about falling in love with someone you shouldn’t.

“That was great, Lewis,” Daniel encourages Lewis,

“If racing doesn’t work out, maybe you will have a career in music,” Valtteri offers, maybe you were the only one who wasn’t a fan.

“He already does, he was featured on a song,” Fernando rushes to pull it up on his phone. You swear he is the proud father of everyone in the room.

“Oh! We should do karaoke!” you gasp, excited at the thought.

“I like the way you think,” Daniel grins at you. It is usually never a good thing when you both get excited about an idea, it tends to end up with alcohol and regret, but never fails to be fun.

“My liver can take that right now, I would participate,” Checo says, leading the group in agreeing.

You and the other drivers rent out a bar the next night and make sure karaoke is set up, Lando DJs in the meantime.

“I’m going to sing my song!” Lewis tells you over your jolly rancher shots.

“Slay!” you cheers the shots, tap the glass to the bar, and take the shot. “I think I’m gonna sing Post Malone,” you reply, and Lewis drags you to sign up. Lance appears beside you, slipping an arm around your waist as he looks at the paper.

“Babe, what song is ‘Why Don’t You Love Me’, I have never seen it on an album,” Lance asks and you tell him its origin. “Oh, that’s funny, I’ll film it,” he writes both of your names down for Total Eclipse of the Heart.

A few shots later and Lewis kicks it off with his song, it is actually a lot better drunk. You follow him up with the meme song, getting everyone laughing, before Lance joins you. The two of you surprisingly sounded very good when you rewatched the video the next day, then posted it to your Instagram story.

“Never. Again.” Kevin groans the next morning as Valtteri walks in, excited to talk with the group.

“That was fun! When are we doing that again?”

[abrunettefangirlnerd]

Panic

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Prompt: Rafe has been clean for months but a call from your boyfriend has you both worried he will relapse.

Warning: Mention of drugs, anger, negative self-talk, Ward

The trees pass me in a blur as I speed down the road to the Cameron’s estate. Rafe’s choked up voice plays on repeat in my ear and I pray I get there in time. His dad is showing once again that Sarah is the preferred child and that no matter what Rafe does that will never change. All that boy wants is to make his father proud and he can’t get so much of a “good job” from him. Nothing else can make my blood boil faster than that man’s negligence toward his only son.

               Rafe called and I could tell that something was wrong immediately. His voice was strained, showing that it is taking all his effort to not break. It didn’t take long for it to. Rafe could never keep anything from me, like the fact he’s worried about relapsing right now. Him being upset is more than enough to have me coming over, but my urgency is from the possibility of him falling to cocaine. I need to get there before he gives up the fight and heads over the Barry’s. He has been 6 months clean, and neither of us want him to throw it away.

               My car barely stops before I grab the key and race inside. I don’t mind the weird glances from Rose and Ward in the kitchen. A little extra furry races through my veins before being replaced once again with concern. If I had more time, and wasn’t warned by Rafe against it, I would be fighting Ward right now in his own home. But my main priority is my boy that is hopefully still upstairs in his bedroom.

               I knock twice but don’t wait for a response before opening the door. My eyes quickly trace each corner of the room before zeroing on him sitting on his bed. His legs hang off the bed and his head is in his hands. Rafe doesn’t move to acknowledge that I am here, he doesn’t move at all.

               I slowly make my way to him, trying my best not to startle him. Getting down on my knees before him I whisper his name and Rafe’s eyes shoot toward mine. They are red and glisining, the surrounding skin swollen due to the salt from is tears. I feel a rip where my heart should be and fight back my own tears at the emotional pain and turmoil he is in. I bring my hand up to the side of his face and softly lean my forehead against his own.

“I’m here,” I whisper not trusting my voice. “I got you.”

               Rafe’s fingers squeeze my hips as he slides to his knees before me. I repeat my words and he begins to aggressively shake his head against mine. I feel him slip away from me. Grabbing his head between my hands I force him to look at me. His eyebrows are scrunched together. Breathing uneven as he momentarily stops to stifle what I assume is a sob. There is a slight quiver of his bottom lip, but his eyes focus on mine and don’t move.

“Rafe baby,” I take a deep breath and calm my nerves. “I can’t imagine what you are feeling. He has no right to treat you the way he does.”

“I’m a fuck up.” His voice cracks.

“You are not a fuck up.” I brush my thumb against his cheek to catch a stray tear. “You are Rafe Cameron. You have a little sister who loves you. Guys that look up to you. There is a whole life in front of you. You’ll make mistakes, and it’s okay. It’s part of it. I do it too. But you are Rafe Cameron. Love of my life. You are not a fuck up.”

               Rafe‘s eyes pierce mine for a moment longer before his body crashes into me. His head presses into my shoulder as that long-suppressed sob emerges. It shakes both of our bodies as we cling onto one another. Rafe wraps the entirety of his arms around me as mine are around his neck. One hand presses between his shoulder blades as my other runs through his hair.

               The clipped sounds exploding from Rafe vibrate to my core and I struggle to fight off my own tears. A few escape and slide down my cheeks as I feel my heart die a little inside. No one deserves this kind of relationship with their father, and least of all Rafe. I think about how early he gets up in the mornings, working all day, getting to know the men, staying after hours to make sure everything is done. All for a man who barely glances in his general direction unless to scrutinize something he has done.

               The rage from before is resurfacing and if it wasn’t for Rafe being in my arms, I would surely give Ward a piece of my mind. I take deep breaths as I turn myself to the situation at hand and focus on Rafe. Slowly his breathing begins to reduce to a more normal pace but his hold on me stays the same. We are in complete silence once his sobbing has subsided. Tears still greet my shoulder occasionally but I think we may be towards the end of it.

“Come on.” I whisper, my voice coarse. I clear my throat softly before speaking again. “Let’s get in bed.”

               Rafe doesn’t say anything but just nods his head as he helps me move. We tear down the comforter in silence and slip in under the covers. I lay on my back while Rafe crawls into a ball, resting his head against my stomach. Immediately, I bring one hand to support his back as the other combs through his hair. Every once in a while I feel a soft moan vibrate against my stomach and a slight smile breaks across my lips. One of Rafes favorite things is head scratches. Every movie night it is inevitable. I love how it keeps him calm.

“I’m sorry.” Rafe sniffles. He is so quiet I almost didn’t hear him. Sorry? Why is he sorry?

“Why are you sorry babe?” Confusion laces my voice and I hope he actually tells me why.

“For making you feel like you had to come. You know… potentially relapsing.” Rafe loops an arm around the front of my waist and softly squeezes. “I’m supposed to be a man, your man. I should be stronger than this.”

Man up, Rafe. You’re going to be man of the house. You have to man up.

               I accidently heard the end of a few disagreements between Ward and Rafe. Most of the time ending with Ward saying something about how Rafe needed to man up, stop being so soft, grow up. While I agreed and understood Ward being pissed when he had to pay off Barry. He shouldn’t have kicked Rafe out, he should have gotten him help. Hung up his pride and helped his son. It shouldn’t have just been me and the guys trying to help him get clean.

“Don’t you ever be sorry. I want you to call me.” I press him in closer to me and I continue to run my fingers through his hair. “It is okay to need someone. Please understand that. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

[rrickgrrimes8]

Ho, can i just day i love your works! May i request an ellie x miller reader where maybe ellie and the reader get into an argument on the way to jackson and reader is giving ellie the silent treatment. Joel tried to help then resolve it but it doesnt work until they get ambushed by clickers and reader gets lost for a few days or sum. Then ellie and reader make up and kiss!!! Pretty pls

Never Again

summary: what makes a better lovestory than jealousy, clickers and mourning?

Ellie Williams x miller!reader (aged up) — she/her reader. Joel Miller x daughter!reader

warnings: infected, angst, fluff, making out, fluff, arguments, Dina, minor injury, happy ending

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You didn’t know how you even got here.

A small fire dwindled in front of you. Your arms wrapped around your chest, sinking into the feeling your own comfort gave you.

How did this happen?

You were just with them, with Ellie and now this… Now you were on your own, again. You wished you could take it back and you were sure, wherever Ellie was, she would agree too.

How could you let this happen?

“You’re not listening to a word I say,” You hissed, trekking, and struggling up a long flight of stairs.

Joel rolled his eyes, a little further up then the two of you for once – the wish to escape this situation outweighing the ache in his knees.

Ellie scoffed, “I listen! I am listening! You’re not even telling me what I did wrong!”

“Christ, Ellie, that’s the problem,” You huffed, turning to face her, “You don’t understand why I’m upset with you.”

The girl’s eyes soften, frowning when she saw your tears, “Tell me then.”

You shook your head, biting your lip, “You flinched, Ellie.”

“What?” She almost laughed.

Joel looked back at this point, stopping to catch his breath but instead getting a front row view of your argument. “Back in Jackson… you and Dina were talking. I came up to you. I held your hand and you fucking flinch.”

“So?” She rolled her eyes, “What does that even matter?”

“It matters b-because of her,” You spat, “Its always her, Ellie.”

Ellie huffed a laugh, shooting a look at Joel, who was not impressed, “Can you believe this? She’s fucking jealous.”

“Ellie,” He warned.

“I’m not jealous, Ellie,” You defended weakly, “I shouldn’t have to be! You’re my girlfriend, not D-Dina’s.”

“I know!” She yelled, patient growing thin, “I know! Christ…”

“You still don’t get it, do you?” You suppressed your tears.

“Get what?” She chortled, “That you’re jealous? And acting ridiculous?”

“Ridiculous?” You repeated, “You think I’m being ridiculous?”

“Yes!” Her eyes blew wide, hands emphasizing her anger.

You gulped, “Maybe if I’m being so ‘ridiculous’ you can got stay with Dina when we get back. What about that, huh? How’s that for ridiculous?”

“What?” She glanced at Joel again, this time more for help than out of amusement, “That’s not what I want.”

“Oh really?” You ignored your father, who warned you to stop, “Because that sounds like exactly what you want! You fucking flinched, Ellie!”

“So what?” She screamed, hands running over her tied back hair.

“So what?!” You exasperated, “You’re my girlfriend and all I can think about is how you want to be hers. And I mean why wouldn’t you want to be… I’m fucked. And don’t deny it, Ellie, I know, my dad knows. And one day, sooner or later you’re going to know. And you’ll end up with her... It will always be her…”

Ellie sucked in a harsh breath; you name falling from her cracked lips.

“Leave it,” You mumbled, pushing passed your dad, who watched you carefully and with concern, “Let’s just get on with it.”

Joel cursed as you stormed ahead of them, turning to Ellie with a scolding look, “Fix it.”

 Ellie nodded, shakily, guilt forming in her gut, “How?”

But Joel didn’t have time to respond. Your scream echoed down the stairwell. The pair yelled your name but all they were met with was infected, clickers, dozens, and dozens of them. They lost sight of you entirely – fearing the worst.

The rest was a blur, you thought. You couldn’t remember how many you killed or how you got out of the building, how you even survived. But you ended up here, uninjured, cold, and alone.

You cursed yourself. Because it was your fault. You picked the fight. You let your jealousy get the better of you. You ran ahead.

And now Ellie and your dad, well, they could be anywhere.

That was the scariest feeling in the whole world.

x

“She’s not here.” Tommy’s words echoed around Ellies mind.

Her and Joel, somehow, had gotten back her in one piece. Maybe because they had tricked themselves into thinking you would’ve beaten them back – that fueling their energy. But you hadn’t.

“She’s not here.”

Joel’s face switched. His eyes felt so far away. Unshed tears lining them. He looked at Ellie as if she was a stranger. Like it was her fault.

Ellie broke down straight away. She wanted to feel embarrassed about it, but she couldn’t find it in herself to be.

You weren’t here. You weren’t home. You weren’t anywhere.

Joel refused to leave the wall. He told them that they didn’t know anything, that they didn’t know you. That you would be back, you always did. You were Joel Miller’s girl after all.

Ellie locked herself into the room you shared. She hugged your pillow to her chest, her aching burning chest.

This wasn’t right.

First her mom.

Then Riley.

Then Tess.

Sam.

Henry.

Not you. Never you.

This couldn’t be how she lost you. You had been through too much for it just to amount to this. For it to amount to nothing.

She couldn’t stop crying. She feared she never would.

All she needed was you.

x

It took you three days to get back to Jackson. The weather, the infected and a hurt ankle that you had gotten on the way slowed you down tremendously.

You almost cried as you saw the gates. You picked up your speed, sprinting back home now, neglecting your limp.

A horse met you halfway. Joel cried when he saw you, alive. He knew it. He goddamn knew it.

He had never moved so fast in his life. He dismounted the horse and sprinted the short distance to you.

“Babygirl,” He pulled you into his chest, holding you like a porcelain doll.

“Dad,” You beamed, wrapping your arms around him.

“I knew it, baby, I knew you’d make it back,” Joel told you.

You nodded against him, tiredly.

“You okay?”

You pulled away from him, “Fine, jus’ my ankle.” He stared down at it, blood soaking through a makeshift bandage you had tied.

“It’s not-“

“No,” You calmed him, “Snagged it on some barbed wire – wasn’t looking where I was going.”

He nodded, taking in your features, your everything and pressed a kiss against your forehead, “C’mon… someone owes you an apology.”

You chuckled, accepting his help getting on the horse, “She okay?”

He scoffed, “Without you, no.”

Yours and Ellies door was closed when you got back home. You never thought it would look so daunting, until now. A closed door with you on the other side, with Ellie feeling so far away.

You slowed your breathing, limping until you were face-to-face with it. A sighed escaped your lips as you shakily knocked. No movement, no noise. Complete silence.

You frowned, knocking again, harder. You were met with the same.

Your hand found its way to the handle, hating how grating the noise it made was.

Ellie was motionless on the bed. Her body was molded around your pillow, tear stains becoming at once its new style. “E-Ellie,” You breathed out.

She jumped, head shooting up in your direction. Ellie cried out your name, urging you to rush to her. Her arms abandoned your pillow and made their home back on your body, on your skin.

“I’m sorry, fuck I’m sorry,” She sobbed, grip tightening, “I love you. I’m sorry.”

You smiled, kissing her shaking hands sweetly, “Its okay, Ellie. I’m sorry too.”

She shook her head, pulling you closer, as if that was possible, “You were gone.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, I heard your scream,” She croaked, “I thought… not you. Not you…”

“I’m here,” You whispered, kissing up her neck, “I’m here, baby.” Ellie nodded at your words, accepting your love graciously.

Kissing along her jaw, you finally found her lips. They moved in sync, performing a dance you both knew well but at the same time the tone was different.

Ellie was more desperate. Angrier. Sadder.

You kissed her, nevertheless. Hoping to fight away those feelings.

Ellie smiled against your lips, pulling apart hesitantly. “Never go again,” She whispered, forehead falling against you, “I couldn’t bear it.”

“Never,” You told her, “Never again.”  

[chanceofwhat]

Aroace positivity to outnumber the bots in our tags:

1. First of all, you are valid. Aroace, aroallo, and amatoace people are all inherently LGBTQ+ enough. It’s stupid to say otherwise. The queer community is (generally, and I’m v sorry if I miss anyone here,) for anyone who experiences attraction or gender differently from the current default social norm of cishet. Experiencing it not at all is plenty different enough.

2. This stuff is SO CONFUSING. It’s OKAY if you don’t understand your own feelings. Feelings are WEIRD. I’ve felt what I can only describe as strong queerplatonic attraction 3 times in my life, and in hindsight I can even identify my “type,” but I’m 20 so 3 isn’t very many and also I was equally happy dating them and not dating them.

2.5. (Story) I recently told my dad that my roomie and I are planning to still live together after college, and his response was “so you guys are officially a couple now?” ?????bro WHY would I do that? WHAT part of “living together” necessitates DATING?? That sounds STRESSFUL! Which brings me to,

3. AmatoAllos are going to struggle to understand. This is normal, fine, and not your fault. They can’t conceive of someone not experiencing sensations that are such a notable part of their lives. Be patient and don’t try to force them to get something they just don’t get, but also, that struggle is NOT an excuse to treat you poorly, NOT an excuse to try to push you into dating or copulating when you don’t want to, and NOT an excuse to not listen to you or to invalidate your experiences.

In summary: You’re not wrong, you’re not broken, you’re just different. Different is a neutral trait. If I could choose to stop being aroace right now? I genuinely don’t know what I’d do. Sure, sounds easier to fit into society, and I’d like to stop stressing about what my life will look like without that expected piece, but if I’m all distracted by crushes and wet dreams, how am I ever going to take over the world?! Also the ace and aro communities are some of the kindest and most accepting and more comforting I’ve ever seen, so I wouldn’t wanna give that up. I love myself exactly the way I am.

Love yourself the way you are. I know it can be hard sometimes, but we have to try. Eventually, you get used to loving yourself and it becomes second nature, or a habit at the very least.

I rambled a lot here and it ended up long and wacky, but I’m not sorry because ADHD is part of who I am and I love who I am so. Deal with it. But yea the point is no bots can get in the way of our powerful community and we’re going to eat cake and garlic bread and take over the world.

[cntloup]

SUGAR

Mafia!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Rival's Daughter!Reader angst, toxic relationship

Simon was never a man for fancy ball events but as the right hand man of John Price, had to be by his side at all times especially at times like these, meeting with the rival. As they arrive at their destination and get the formalities of greetings and introductions out of the way, he goes to settle by the bar where he can have his eyes on the whole room, just in case. He orders his usual Kentucky Bourbon. As he stands there, drink in hand, his eyes searching the room for any kind of threat, that’s when he sets his eyes on her... and he should have taken her for what she really is... a threat; he should have ran right then and there but he never did. He had heard about her, the daughter of their rival, but never seen her beauty and grace up close. She looks elegant with a charming smile... and that’s when he knows he’s fucked. She feels a set of eyes on her and looks for them in the crowd and finally faces him. She's heard about him too. She starts walking towards him to greet him properly and that’s when it all started.

“This can’t happen.” he mutters in between kisses as they hide in the hallway “Why not? Cause we’re rivals? Who the fuck cares? If anything I’d be happy to fuck him over.” “who?” “My dad of course. Who else? I hate his fucking guts.” he’s surprised to hear that then replies with a chuckle “Why? Not the lifestyle for you?” “Fuck no! I feel like I’m in a cage. His puppet that he gets to play with and show off whenever he pleases.” he thinks that he can understand her struggles as he has his own trauma too.

And you play a twisted little game, But I know in a way, You need to complicate it, Believe���that though we never eat, We still know how to feed, We still know how to bleed, oh

At that time he thought that she’s too sweet and innocent for this life, but that’s where he was wrong. The arguments, the push and pull, the manipulations started not too long after they first felt something for each other which he thought of as pure. He felt used and abused, he started to feel paranoid even more than before, never trusting anyone, even doubting his peers, sometimes even Price. His head full of thoughts like ‘Is she just using me for information?’ ‘Am I just a guard dog to him?’. But there was another side to her; so loving, patient and understanding of his pain and torment... also she was an enchanting seductress. Fuck, she was intoxicating. She had him completely wrapped around her finger.

My arms keep you in the room, Barely let you move, Show me what you do, oh, Tonight, we're second-guessed again, Let me wrap the chains, Addicted to the pain

As he pulls her into his room, never taking his lips off of her, nibbling and kissing any part of skin he can reach, he kicks the door close and corners her against the wall, not letting her move an inch. “What the fuck are you doing to me? My mind is in shambles cause of ya! Do you hate me or love me? One day you stay by my side through everything even when I’m at my worst but the next day you act like I don’t even exist as you come to the meeting with another guy on your arm!” he grunts as he puts one hand around her throat squeezing just enough to make her dizzy, just how she likes it. She smiles devilishly with no reply and pushes her lips against his and he can’t stop her, he never can. He’s addicted, fucking addicted to the pain she puts him through, addicted to her taste, everything about her. If she wants to see how far he can go, if she wants to test him, he’s more than willing to play this game with her.

Do you wanna see how far it goes?, Do you wanna test me now, my love?, You must be crazy if you think, that I will give in so easily, Things we buried low, Coming to the surface now, my love, You must be crazy if you think that I will give up the game, Oh, whoa

Sugar, I've got a taste for you now, Sugar, I've developed a taste for you now

comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥ 

[losa12308]

You did what?!

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, pregnancy, Dad Dean

Paring: Dean Winchester x pregnant!reader

You woke up and looked at the time, 6:30. Yes! Woke up before Dean! You look to your left and see the bed empty, you put your hand there and feel that's its cold "Dean?" You get up and check the bathroom, he's not there. Maybe he never went to bed? No he accidentally woke me up when he did. You walk into the kitchen and he's not there. You start looking for a note and there isn't one... then the thoughts set it

What if he got kidnapped? What if something got into the bunker? What if Crowley got him? What if this? What if that? So many what ifs ran through your head before

What if he left me? What if he found the pregnancy test and he left! What if he doesn't want to be a Dad! What if he doesn't Love you!

You sat in your thoughts of despair for what felt like forever...

Until

Three months later

Dean walked into the bunker and saw you “Hey babe did you get the- woah. What happened?… you look mad.”

"Do I?" If you were a cartoon, steam would be coming out of your ears

“Uh yeah, you do… what’s wrong?” he asks, coming up and putting his arms around you

"Don't touch me! you left for weeks! Winchester, and you come back with 'Hey babe'"

“I was busy, Y/N.” he looks at you and crosses his arms “and I don’t appreciate the tone.”

"No, Hey I'm gonna be gone, no hey Sam tell Y/N that I needed to leave, Hey Cas let Y/N know I'll be back in a few weeks. NOT EVEN A FUCKING NOTE!"

he sighs “You know how important those jobs were, Y/N. If I told you you’d have talked me out of it.”

"YOU THINK I CARE?" You yelled

“Y/N calm down-“ he says holding onto you still in the embrace “I know you’re upset, but just hear me out.”

You start struggle against his hold

he sighs and let’s you go “what, you think I enjoy being away? I don’t.” he gets irritated “But the things I’m doing are important and someone has to do it. I don’t like it, you don’t like it, so calm down.”

"IT SURE FEELS LIKE YOU ENJOY BEING AWAY SINCE YOU LEAVE WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING DEAN!"

“Stop yelling, Y/N” he says getting even more angry “I am sorry it’s just- some missions I can’t talk about! It was top secret! I shouldn’t even tell you I was gone at all!”

"YOU THINK I DIDN'T NOTICE? I CANT BELIEVE YOU!"

“Stop being so emotional! I just got home and I already have a headache! Why don’t you appreciate that I’m back? I’m tired of you being so damn dramatic!”

"Fuck you!" You walk away from him

“Y/N!” He chases after you “Wait! I’m sorry! Y/N, please!” he catches up to you and pulls you back. But your facing away from him

"Let go of me" my voice cracks

He lets go of you and stands next to you “Y/N please look at me” You look at him briefly, just long enough for him to see the tears streaming down your face. “Y/N…” his voice becomes soft and apologetic “I’m sorry… it was a hard job and I just wanted to come home and see you.” he reaches out and puts his hands on your shoulders and turns you so that your facing him.

''Don't, Don't you even fucking dare"

a look of hurt crosses his face “What? I’m-“ he tries to take your hands

"De, I didn't know what happened to you! For all I knew, a demon or something killed you and I would never see you again!"

“But I’m right here! And I’m okay. It was just a tough job. And I’m sorry but I don’t have time to explain.” he reaches out to wipe your tears.

You stop him from touching you,"but I didn't know that.''

“But you do know that now. Just let me prove to you that I’m back, that I’m okay. And that I love you. I don’t want to fight, Y/N. I just came home today and want to feel at home.”

"But that's my point, What if you didn't Dean? I wouldn't of known what had happened"

“Then you would’ve assumed I got killed on a hunt?” he sighs “Y/N, don’t jump to conclusions! Even if I died I would find a way to get back to you. You’re really the only person I care about.”

"But still! What am I supposed to tell the baby?" You gasp and throw your hand over your mouth, you weren't going to tell him that in the middle of the argument.

“There’s a… there is a baby Y/N?” he looks at you with wide eyes

You look down. "I didn't want to tell you like this"

“Y/N why didn��t you tell me?” his voice is becoming quieter and his face is filled with emotion

"I was going to! I was going to get up and make you breakfast and give you a little gift wrapped box with the test inside. But then you left"

“Oh Y/N…” *he reaches out to hug her again but doesn’t touch her. He smiles “You’re pregnant?”

You still hasn't looked up to see him smiling "yeah"

“You’re joking” he says smiling big, trying to see your face “Y/N I-“ he goes to hug you but quickly catches himself and pulls back* “You’re really pregnant with our child?”

You keep crying. "I'm sorry"

“Sorry? You’re saying this like it’s bad.” he looks at you “Why aren’t you happy about it?”

You look up to see him smiling. He kneels to be on her level “Y/N we’re going to have a child.”

"Your Happy?"

“Yes of course! I’ve been hoping for a child for years. But you don’t seem to be happy, Y/N. Are you not happy?”

You start sobbing "I thought you weren't going to be happy!"

“Not be happy to have my own child? Are you kidding me? Of course I’m happy. I thought you wanted kids too? And here we are expecting one.” He smiles and hugs you despite your protests. You hug him back. He kisses you “This is amazing. And we’ll have to start thinking of baby names.”

"De, I'm barely out of the first trimester"

“So? We can still think about it.” *he says excitedly* “And we have plenty of time before baby gets here. We can tell everyone too.”

You smile at him "I'm already showing a bit, Deanie"

“That’s a good thing” he says, holding ypur stomach “What do you think we can name it, hun? Girl or boy? I hope we get a girl”

You smile again. " I just want the baby to be happy." You take off your sweater, revealing the small swell of your belly that wasn't there when he left for the hunt.

His eyes grow “Huh you weren’t kidding when you said you already started showing.” he smiles as he looks at your stomach “We will have fun in the months to come. This is going to be great.”

You smile at him again. "Yeah," you run your hand over the small swell of your small baby bump

He kisses your stomach “We’ll make this work. Just like everything else. When is your next doctor appointment and how many weeks are you?” he asks quickly, looking at your stomach

"In a few days, 14 weeks. So the baby is about the size of an apple"

"Sweetheart, I have to tell you something"

"Yeah?"

"I made a deal with a demon, I only have two years left"

"You did what?!"

Hiiii! Sorry for doing that! But Also not like at all. If you want me to rewrite without the Angst let me know. I know that it feels kind of abrupt but I came up with this idea while talking to this character on Character AI

And I cut out cuddling with him, taking about insecurities of my own and coming up with baby names. Also if you want a part two let me know. I hope you liked it!

@twinkleinadiamondsky

[0verthemo0n]

Incorrect qoutes of overwatch Future Au

Basically, I got bored making Future au, so here's some dumb qoutes

It will have Defender!reader,damage!reader, and healer!Reader and also my OCs

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Ramattra : Mondattra, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean?

Mondattra: I don’t know, love you, talk to you later

Ramattra : Ok, I love you too, I’ll just ask Damage!Reader.

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Hanzo : You know, not every problem can be solved with a sword.

Defender!reader: That's why I carry two swords.

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Ramattra : Damage!reader was banned from the chicken shack, so we had to go out of town to get some.

Damage!reader : Well, they shouldn’t say “all you can eat” if they don’t mean it.

Ramattra : Damage!reader You ate a chair.

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Defender!reader : Welcome, fellow idiots

Zenyatta : Hello, defender!reader

Defender!reader : No, no, not you, you're not an idiot

Zenyatta : You underestimate me

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Healer!reader : What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Mondattra : Wow, you could start with a 'good morning'.

Healer!reader : Good morning. What the fuck is wrong with you?!

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Pharah: God, give me patience.

Mondattra : I think you mean 'give me strength'.

Pharah: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead.

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Damage!reader, struggling to keep upright in their 1-inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me

Ramattra , pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6-inch heels: WEAK.

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Ramattra : In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?

Mondattra : *turning to Healer!reader * How tall are you?

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Ramattra : While I’m gone, Mondattra , you’re in charge.

Mondattra : Yes!!!

Ramattra , whispering: Healer!reader , you’re secretly in charge.

Healer!reader : Obviously.

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Store Worker: Would a Mx. Ramattra, please come to the front desk?

Ramattra , arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: *points to Mondattra and Mirabella*

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

Mondattra and Mirabella, simultaneously: We got lost :(

Ramattra : I didn’t even bring you guys here with me

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Ramattra : What do you think Mondattra will do for a distraction?

Mirabella : They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*

Mirabella : ... or they could do that.

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Ramattra : I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is because you’re not going to like it

Mondattra : Just rip the bandage off.

Ramattra : It’s Damage!reader.

Mondattra : Put the bandage back on.

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Ramattra : This is such a bad idea.

Damage!reader : Then why are you coming along?

Ramattra : One of us needs to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

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Zenyatta : You have to apologize to Pharah

Defender!reader : Fine.

Defender!reader : 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

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*Zenyatta 's helping Genji out after they get injured, while the others are watching*

Hanzo: How does Genji look?

Kiriko : A little better than you, actually.

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Healer!reader: Master Zenyatta , I'm sad.

Zenyatta : *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay.

Mondattra: Dad, im sad.

Ramattra, nodding: mood.

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Zenyatta , Ramattra , and Mondattra are sitting on a bench

Defender!reader : Why do you guys look so sad?

Zenyatta : Sit down with us so we can tell you.

*Defender!reader sits down*

Ramattra : The bench is freshly painted.

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Mondattra : Am I in trouble?

Mondatta : Take a guess.

Mondattra : No?

Mondatta : Take another guess.

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Zenyatta : Ramattra and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us

Mondatta : *Sighing* What did Ramattra do?

Zenyatta : They chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...

Ramattra : Who wants a steering wheel

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There... done. Maybe I'll do a part two. Don't ask how Mondatta is still alive

[keepingitsimple3]

Ok so lately, I’ve been taking a hard look at myself in the mirror lately. As I look in it, I see some good things I’ve grown into but, I’ve also seen some things I want to change. One of those things I’ve struggled with that has weighed me down all my life if perfectionism!

Perfectionism means that I want to be perfect and do everything perfectly. It basically is giving up my individual self for others and doing what they want and do what they need or even become the person they want me to be otherwise I feel like I won’t be good enough.

This has been my whole life! I’ve been trying to be something for my mom, my dad, my family, my friends and even myself.

When tragedy and trauma happened in my life I just kept pushing myself and said I had to be ok with it cause God had a reason for it! Everyone else believes that so should you!!!

But truth be told, as I get older and older, I realize how my perfectionism has been keeping me from God. My perfectionism makes me feel like I have to work to earn God’s love all the time because I’ve had to do it before so it would be no problem to do it for him.

It’s caused me stress, anxiety, fear of failure and loneliness because everyday I feel I will never be good enough for anyone.

It makes me feel like if I do one thing wrong even the littlest thing I will be the worst person in the world.

Yet, there is a little light at the end of this dark post. Cause tonight I though about the hardships of today! As a teacher I always try to get my kids to listen but today they weren’t no matter how hard I tried. And I thought it was my fault and I felt like I wanted to give up and cry. I asked God why! Why do I keep trying and trying and why can’t I be good enough!

Then it dawned on me! I am saved! God already has loved me before I was created and loves every part of me no matter how imperfect it may seem! He is there for me and does really allow things to happen for a reason! And he never and I mean never promised this life, this world would be easy!

We don’t need to work to get into heaven! If we trust in Jesus as our savior! We will be able to go to heaven! Now that doesn’t mean we can do whatever we want but it still gives me hope and shows me that I’m really not alone in this world! Not only that he has his word shown to me that shows others who have felt this way! Who have been through tragedy and who have been though hardships and have been angry with God or sad and felt alone! They overcame it, so can I.

And it’s ok if I was upset about the traumas of the past or the trials I faced! It’s important to communicate that! Because just because God doesn’t give you an answer right at that moment doesn’t mean he won’t comfort you at least.

So if you’re like me who has struggled with perfectionism, self doubt and has pushed themselves to BELIVE they have to push themselves to be good enough! Let that go! That will only weigh you down!

God already loves you!!!

God is proud of you!!!!

God does think you’re good enough!

God is there for you!!!!

Please don’t give up!!!!

Isaiah 41:10

10 So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

[katyawriteswhump]

the freak in the penthouse part 14

E-rated (for sexual content), accidental millionaire eddie/sex-worker steve. On tumblr: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3.1 Part 3.2 Part 4.1 Part 4.2 Part 5.1 Part 5.2 Part 6.1 Part 6.2 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 or search #thefreakinthepenthouse :) On AO3

Sorry, I am so behind posting this here...

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Chapter 14: love of my life redux

Steve had to deflect, before he blew a gasket. Or did something worse, like crying: “This is doubtless a dumb question. If you guys are loaded, why are you driving to Oregon?”

That took up the conversation for a while. Driving was slightly cheaper, and budgeting was important to the super-savvy Suzie. Plus, she and Dustin enjoyed the drive and hated flying, despite their rational eggheads telling them it was the safest way to travel. They argued that one out with Nancy and Robin, and Steve actually got to doze.

Eventually, they pulled over and got out to stretch their legs. “Isn’t it mind-blowing?” Dustin beamed, arms wheeling theatrically in the direction of Mount Hood.

“The mountain? It’s creepy,” said Robin, tumbling out of the car after Steve. “All squatted on the horizon, like a creepy, crouchy, toady wart. This whole road is creepy.”

“What’s wrong with you?” asked Dustin. “It’s exhilarating! Aren't you mega-relieved to be free of the stinky city air?”

Robin hitched her lip. “I didn't grow up in hick-ville.”

“Woah. Brutal! Excuse me while I go and enjoy the view with the love of my life.” 

Love of my life.

Steve slunk off to find a quiet friend-free zone. 

Love of my life. Love of my life.

Crap, he’d flipped the hell out at that Extreme cover. Yeah, he was kinda embarrassed about it, though he knew now that he’d already been in pieces and… Jesus, what wouldn’t he give to be watching the clouds misting the mountain with his arm slung around Eddie. The wind ruffled his hair, cut through his thin t-shirt.

‘Love of my life, don't leave me. You've taken my love, and now desert me…’

His teeth gritted against the sob, struggling to the keep the faith in the cold morning light, and then:

“I’m sorry, Steve.” Robin levelled beside him.

“Jesus! If you must yammer on about serial killers and all that cliché crap, will you quit sneaking up on me?” He glared at her, although not with any real intent: “What are you sorry about?”

“Pushing you earlier.” She rubbed his back, and his glare faded further. “Look, whatever you decide to do, whatever happens, I’m here for you, okay?”

“Oh shit, I… I…” This was worse than her pestering him. With a supportive friend at his side… Ugh! He ought to at least try to tough things out. He drifted his focus to the haze around the mountain top, while he tentatively poked the fog around his brain. “I get what Suzie is saying. That I might be… I could be…”

“That you might still be rich after all?”

His stomach performed an unpleasant somersault. “Honestly, Robin? I don’t give a rat’s ass about that.” He swallowed bile. “Okay, I admit, it might make life easier, and I want to say I can handle this. I’ll help take those suckers down. Make ’em eat shit! Truth is, I can’t.” He drifted shaky fingers across his mouth. His whole body started to tremble. “Godchester was one the worst, but… When I think about my mom and dad’s lawyer. He started it all, and… I can’t even think his name. I clamp up. I feel sick. And now… you’re talking about more lawyers that I can’t afford and exposés in the papers?”

“Not necessarily.” She returned to rubbing soothing circles in his back, which didn’t help. Not much, at any rate. “Nancy says we can keep your name from going public. We need to be smart about it. And nobody will expect you to pay for—"

“No! No way!” He swung to face her, raising a forbidding palm. “Look, if we could find Eddie. Maybe if I had that to hold on to I could… I dunno, drag myself back somehow? Arrive in some place where I can deal. Till then… Robin, please. You gotta get them to drop it, okay?”

“Okay. Consider me your personal guard-dog against all mentions of journos and lawyers.” Her softer-than-usual expression segued into a toothy snarl. He snickered, then wrapped his arms around her and rested his cheek on her slightly greasy hair.

Holy crap. What the heck must I look like?

“Christ, Robin. If there’s even the teeniest chance of finding Eddie this morning, we gotta stop and buy some decent hair product.”

…

When they finally arrived at Eddie’s uncle’s house, Steve hung back, leaning on the Volvo. The others trooped to the veranda. It was painted in a pleasant sage-green and cluttered with homey knick- knacks and one of those swingy seats, strewn with patchwork cushions. 

Dammit. What Steve wouldn’t give to curl up there and sleep for an age. Preferably snuggled with Eddie.

It started to drizzle, which made the prospect less appealing. Heck, he’d still take it. 

Dustin knocked loudly on the door. A few moments later, it opened a crack, and an older guy poked his head out.

“Mr Munson! Hey, is Eddie here?”

“Nope.”

Steve’s hopes plummeted through his sneakers.

“You gotta be kidding!” Dustin ripped off his baseball cap and slammed it back on in frustration. “We’ve driven all night!”

“Well, I’m sorry about that, son. Even if he were here—” Steve’s heart leaped—"I’d tell you to get packing all the same. You’ve messed my boy up enough, and I ain’t talking about it with you, Dustin Henderson. You’re not unwelcome, though.” He unhooked the door chain. “If you and your friends wanna come in to freshen up, that’s fine by me. I got a pot of strong black coffee brewing. Can rustle you up breakfast.”

“That’s very kind, Mr Munson, but we really need to find Eddie. We know the police are after him, and that is why we, his bosom-buddies,”—Dustin’s hands clasped meaningfully to his chest—"are here to help him.”

“Sorry, son. I ain’t budging on this.”

Steve sighed and began to pace. Soon the others turned their backs on Wayne and started back to the car.

“What are we gonna do now?” asked Nancy.

“Hey!” Wayne’s shout cut between them. “Are you Steve?”

Steve froze. “Yeah?”

The door flew wide, and Wayne stepped out, smiling broadly and gesturing that Steve should approach: “You come right in, son. I got no problem talking with you.” 

“Oh. Right.” Steve’s fingers and toes began to tingle with the strangest sensations of warmth, hope, and joy.  He sauntered up the driveway and past the others—who looked various levels of surprised and pissed—and into Wayne’s coffee-scented hallway.

…

Eddie scribbled madly at his latest design for Vecna’s Doom Quest II. He’d gotten another pencil in his mouth, soggy and gross from where he’d chewed the wood. Dammit, he missed his ciggies, though the nicotine patches helped.

He’d quit. For Steve. Even if he never saw him again. All of this was for Steve.

Eddie’s drawings scattered far and wide across the floor and walls of the trailer. Meanwhile, the autumn rain pattered ever harder on the roof. It vied with Guns ‘n’ Roses’ endlessly awesome guitar riffs that kicked serious ass on his stereo—criminally quietly, because he didn’t want to draw too much attention to his hidey-hole. And he kept drawing, with shaking hands and knotted stomach, and fingers bruising at the endless effort. He was gonna finish these game designs if it killed him.

And then?

He hadn’t a goddamn clue. He longed to get in touch with Steve. Trouble was, he was on the lam and scared shitless. Once he’d beat his inglorious retreat from California—to Wayne, and then to here, their former home—he’d gotten himself stuck again.

Nope. His agoraphobia was nooooot fixed. All that kept him from total meltdown was the goal of earning more money, so Steve would be okay.

After that, Eddie guessed the police would catch up with him eventually.

‘November Rain’ was next on his cassette tape. He hummed along at first, then… Fuck, fuck, FUCK! The lyrics started to get him. He was such a sap these days.

‘I know it's hard to keep an open heart, When even friends seem out to harm you. But if you could heal a broken heart, Wouldn't time be out to charm you?’

Yeah, right. Broken hearts. Shit. Never been his bag before, huh? Dammit, he well fucking knew what that candy-ass shit felt like now.

He shoved a handful of honey-comb cereal straight from the box to his mouth, then inspected his latest design. Admittedly, he was drawing Steve, over and over. No longer shirtless and in hotpants, but in dead cool D and D outfits. Okay, the chainmail vest was kinda crop-toppy, yet had Eddie finally got that mouth, right?

It was sure getting closer. 

Maybe he’d get it right on the next try. He needed to upgrade Steve’s weapons, too. Initially, he’d tooled him up with a quasi-medieval longbow to match those slender lips Eddie dreamed of. But if digital-sprite Steve was gonna protect grannies and shit from evil flesh-munching plant-monsters, Eddie figured he’d need some kind of flame-thrower.

Eddie located one of his few remaining blank sheets and started again. As Axl Rose’s lyrics wormed through his head, he pressed so hard into the paper, the led snapped:

‘Sometimes I need some time on my own, Sometimes I need some time all alone. Ooh, everybody needs some time on their own. Ooh, don't you know you need some time all alone—'

Eddie slammed the ‘off’ button. Tears blurred his vision and his face felt hot and puffy. Shit! He sniffed hard. He didn’t want to be alone. And he couldn’t bring himself to leave the trailer. Yeah, he was totally broken, and the only one who would fix him was—

“Holy shit, Eddie. Did you really shut off the only Guns ‘n’ Roses song I actually like?”

Eddie remained on his knees, gawking like an idiot. Steve stood in the doorway, in skin-tight ripped jeans and a baggy white t-shirt, arms raised in question. He slammed Eddie with huge, liquid eyes that doubtless matched Eddie’s own.

“Y-you said you liked ‘Civil War’ too,” stuttered Eddie.

“I said a lot of crap back then.” A tremulous smile played on Steve’s lips, and Eddie kept staring, transfixed. Nah. His drawings still hadn’t nailed them. Nothing could ever beat the real thing. “I never said the one thing that mattered. I’m not just crazy about you. Screw it, I’m in love with you, Eddie Munson.”

Eddie opened his mouth. Words failed him. Was this for real? WAS THIS FOR FUCKING REAL?

“Can I come in? It’s pissing it down out here.” Steve pointed at his sneakers. “Honest, Eds, I’ve already wiped my feet.”

“Shut up and kiss me.” Eddie scrambled up, mindlessly flicked the stereo back on, and they tumbled forward into each other’s arms. They kissed and kissed and kissed—messily, wetly, and truly, madly, deeply, till stars wheeled in front of Eddie’s eyes and the world beyond the trailer fell away.  

Yeah, they’d kissed before. This was different. This was new. Eddie took Steve’s face in his hands and Steve mirrored him. Tongues scrubbed together, slickly and sweetly, and their bodies fitted so perfectly together that parting would’ve felt like ripping their skins. Their synchronised hearts drowned the noise of the rainstorm. Even the music could barely compete.

“And when your fears subside, and shadows still remain, oh yeah. I know that you can love me when there's no one left to blame. So never mind the darkness, we still can find a way…'Cause nothin' lasts forever, even cold November rain.”

“I love you too,” murmured Eddie, the salt of their blended tears on his lips. “Never leave me again, Babe. Never.”

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Thank you for reading. Likes, reblogs and comments much appreciated and will feed the bunnies🐰💕🐰💕🐰💕🐰💕

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[oldiesstationlover11607]

🎶Hello my baby, hello my honey, hello my ragtime gal🎶

Hey dude! It’s me. 💛. Your (self proclaimed) number one fan. So, I really loved the Spooky Jim story and its sequel. I can only imagine it was a hard character and stuff to write for because honestly we don’t know a whole lot about him (#justiceforJosh’slorecharacters), but you still managed to hit it out of the park, just like always.

So, I am actually going to shake it up…I will not be requesting TØP (*gasp*). Don’t get me wrong, I have ideas and I LOVE your work, but I know you’ve been writing them a lot. That, and I’ve been on a bit of a Danger Days kick recently.

So, my request. I was wondering if you could do a MCR Danger Days one shot for me. I was thinking that the reader could maybe be Dr. Death Defying’s daughter (adopted or biological) and they could possibly be in a semi-secret relationship with Party Poison. The other members of the Fab Four know about it, but Dr. D doesn’t. Anyways, maybe one night the reader sneaks out to meet up with Party (maybe to see a a Mad Gear and Missile Kid show. Maybe just because. Your choice!). Somehow or another Dr. D finds out about the relationship (my idea is that Dr. D figures out the reader snuck out and sent Show Pony after her and Show Pony finds out and tells him, but it can be anything), and we end up getting a protective dad speech of some sort.

Sorry if that is too specific. If it isn’t something you want to do, I completely understand. ☺️

Secrets in the Zones - Party Poison x DR D.'s daughter!Reader

Warnings: bit of angst lol

Word Count: 1337 - shorter sorry!

A/N: HEYY #1 FAN! I 100% agree, Josh's lore characters need more screen time and a larger voice! I want to hear Torchbearer talk - like PLEASE 🙏 I LOVE writing TØP but here's something different like you requested! I'd been super into TØP for the last year and I think the last time I was into the Danger Days lore was about a year ago so it was super fun to revisit this! I'm guilty of using chat GPT to help me with this as I was struggling a little bit hopefully it's okay. Enjoy! Can't wait for your next request! P.S. There's a Josh fic I just posted before this so definitely check that out bc I've treated you with two fics today :)

The desert was alive tonight. The cool air prickled against my skin, a sharp contrast to the day’s oppressive heat, but it was the sort of night I loved. It made sneaking out a little easier, less likely to draw the attention of anyone holed up in Dr D.’s bunker. My dad, Dr. Death Defying, was glued to his radio station, sending out messages and songs to the Zone each night, surrounded by his friend Show Pony. I stepped softly across the cracked, dust-covered floor of the bunker, slipping my boots on and making sure my jacket was secure. The neon patch on the back reflected my Killjoy name — Riot Rhythm — though my father preferred to call me by my real name, something that reminded me that no matter what, I’d always be his daughter and likely never a true Killjoy.

Tonight wasn’t just about escaping the bunker, though. It was about him.

Party Poison.

The leader of the Fab Four had stolen my heart without even trying. His fierce determination, his loyalty to his friends, the way he fought so hard against Better Living Industries… all of it had drawn me in. The others knew. Kobra Kid, Fun Ghoul, and Jet Star had all figured it out by now, throwing subtle winks and knowing nudges whenever they saw us together. The only person who didn’t seem to know was Dad, too focused on keeping everyone in the Zones safe. 

Slipping out the door, I made sure to avoid Show Pony’s makeshift patrol route. As Dr. D’s assistant and best friend, Show Pony had become something of a caretaker when my dad was too busy running the airwaves. The last thing I needed was for them to catch me sneaking off again. 

The roar of a motorcycle engine caught my ears in the distance. There, under the cover of night, I spotted him — Party Poison, waiting in the shadows. His red hair glowed like a fire under the moonlight, and when he saw me approach, he smiled. His smile was the equivalent of my dad’s transmissions–it brought hope. 

“You ready?” Party asked, voice low but playful.

I grinned, nodding. “You know it. Where are we headed this time?”

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against my ear. “Mad Gear and Missile Kid are playing at an old hideout past Zone 3. Figured we’d catch the show.”

My heart skipped a beat. I loved the wild, rebellious energy of the Mad Gear shows. It was dangerous and chaotic, everything that BL/ind stood against, which made it all the more thrilling. That and Party had introduced me to their music a few months ago, pirating me the cassette for my birthday.

“Let’s go, then,” I whispered, hopping onto the back of his motorcycle. As the engine roared to life beneath me, the wind whipped against my face, and for a moment, I felt completely free. With Party’s arms steady around me, I didn’t have to think about my dad or the constant threat of Dracs. It was just the two of us, racing through the desert, neon lights of the city in the distance fading into nothingness.

At the Mad Gear and Missile Kid show, the music was loud and wild. I stood close to Party, feeling the beat reverberate through my body. The chaos around us was exhilarating — masked fans dancing, shouting, living in the moment. Party pulled me closer, his arm wrapping around my waist protectively.

“Glad you came out tonight,” he said, his lips close to my ear so I could hear him over the music. 

I smiled up at him, my heart swelling with affection. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

For a moment, everything felt perfect. But just as quickly as the moment came, it shattered when I spotted a familiar figure in the crowd.

Show Pony.

My heart sank. They weren't here for fun; they were here for me.

I nudged Party, nodding toward the entrance. “We’ve got trouble.”

Party’s eyes followed my gaze and landed on Show Pony, who was skating through the crowd, scanning for me. “Shit,” Party muttered under his breath. “Let’s get out of here.”

The two of us slipped through the crowd, trying to make our way to the exit before Show Pony spotted me. But luck wasn’t on my side. Show Pony’s eyes locked onto mine, and in an instant, they were skating after me with determined speed.

“Riot!” They shouted. “Stop!”

I broke into a run, Party keeping pace beside me. The two of us darted out the door, but Show Pony was right behind me, cutting me off before I could get to the motorcycle.

“I’m not letting you leave,” Show Pony said, crossing their arms. “Your dad sent me. He knows you’re out here.”

My heart pounded in my chest, guilt washing over me. I hadn’t meant to sneak out and cause this much trouble, but I also couldn’t stand the thought of Dad finding out about Party and I this way.

Party stepped forward, his expression serious. “Look, we didn’t mean to cause any problems. We just—”

“Save it,” Show Pony interrupted. “I’ve kept this secret for too long Y/N.” They used my birth name, indicating this was it–this was serious. 

I bit my lip, unable to meet their gaze. “It’s not what you think.”

Show Pony sighed, their gaze softening just a little. “I’m not here to judge, but you can’t keep this from him forever. You know that, right?”

I nodded. “I know.”

Show Pony glanced at Party, then back at me. “Come on. Let’s go back. You need to talk to Dr. D.”

Back at the bunker, my heart raced as I stood before my father. Dr. D leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

“So,” he said, breaking the silence. “You’ve been sneaking out to see Party Poison.”

I winced at his bluntness, but there was no use denying it now. “Yeah.”

Dr. D sighed, rubbing his temples. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

I glanced at Party, who stood beside me, his usual confidence replaced by a quiet tension. “I didn’t want you to worry. I didn’t want you to think it would distract me from… everything else.”

Dr. D’s gaze softened, but his voice remained firm. “You’re my daughter, Riot. It’s my job to worry about you. But this… I don’t want you sneaking around, putting yourself in danger. If something happens out there, I need to know where you are.”

Party spoke up then, stepping forward. “I care about her, Dr. D. I wouldn’t let anything happen to her.”

Dr. D studied him for a long moment before nodding. “I know you wouldn’t. But this can’t be a secret anymore. If you’re going to be with my daughter, I need to know she’s safe — and that means no more sneaking around.”

I felt a weight lift off your shoulders, relief flooding through you. “I’m sorry, Dad. I didn’t mean to keep it from you.”

Dr. D sighed, standing up from his chair and crossing the room to us. He pulled me into a tight hug, his voice soft in my ear. “Just promise me you’ll be careful. You’re all I’ve got left.”

Tears stung at the corners of my eyes as I hugged him back. “I promise.”

Party stepped forward, resting a hand on my shoulder. “We’ll be careful, Dr. D. I swear.”

Dr. D pulled back, giving Party a long, hard look before nodding. “Alright. But if anything happens to her, you’re gonna have to answer to me.”

Party grinned, saluting him. “Understood.”

As the tension in the room eased, I finally allowed myself to breathe. The secret was out, but instead of the chaos I’d feared, there was understanding — even acceptance. And for the first time, I felt like I didn’t have to hide anymore.

Out in the Zones, the world was full of danger and uncertainty, but here, surrounded by the people I loved, I knew I’d be okay.

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[foxyanon]

Get To Know…Sihtric Kjartansson

*Magazine cover by me! This is a companion piece to the collab SMAU, The Lives of Friends by myself, @legitalicat, @thenameswinter99 (fic blog @thenameswinterfics) and @zaldritzosrose!*

Word Count: 1520

Dividers by @arcielee

Interviewer: I’m Jordan Penrose from Storm Coast Boxing Magazine. We are here today with none other than Sihtric Kjartansson, world champ and co-owner of Shield Wall Boxing Club. As everyone knows, Sihtric came from less than savory beginnings and is now a man at the top of his career. How are you doing today man?

Sihtric: I’m good, happy to be here Mr. Penrose. What about yourself?

I: I am fantastic. So let’s get right to it. What prompted you to pick up gloves and step into the ring?

S: I needed a constructive way to burn off all the energy I had as a kid. Like you said earlier, my beginnings weren’t all that great before I found fighting. I was into theft, breaking and entering, and even vandalism as a teen. My home life wasn’t great, Kjartan being the man he is and naturally I fell in with the wrong crowd. That all changed when I was about 14 or 15. I decided to try breaking into the sanctuary and as luck would have it, I met my now younger sister Alisanne. She introduced me to her parents, and that moment changed my life. I will say I am forever grateful to Rickon and Gilliane Stark, because they gave me the home and family I was lacking. Rickon, my dad, actually suggested I take up fighting as a way to help process the anger I felt as a teen, and we found out I’m pretty good at it so I just kept going with it and here I am now.

I: Pretty good is an understatement, you have a nearly undefeated career and you just won your latest title fight. The last person to have a record like that is your own father-in-law, Maegor Targaryen.

S: I still have some losses on that record, whereas he has, what, maybe one? Even at pushing 70, he could still kick my ass and not break a sweat.

I: True enough, I don’t think I would want to fight him. Speaking of family, did your family and friends support your choice to go pro?

S: Excluding Kjartan, actually yes. I got really lucky to have such a solid support system when I was starting out. Mom and Dad made time to come to my matches in high school and even still come to them now that Cregan has taken over at the sanctuary. I think my biggest supporter in the beginning of my career was Alisanne, she has always been in my corner from day one. Nowadays, I’ve got my lovely wife and her family supporting me as well.

I: Good personal foundations build strong and lasting careers. But not everything is perfect and walking down an easy street. So, what challenges have you faced?

S: After getting my life straightened out as a teen, I did struggle with school and balancing my life in all areas. I ended up going to therapy at moms insistence which helped me a lot. Even though I started on rock bottom with bad grades, I was able to turn that around with a lot of summer schooling and extra credit work. I may not have graduated top of the class, but I did get that diploma which had only been a pipe dream of mine before. Then of course there’s breaking into the professional sphere, which was tough. I had to do a lot of grinding and many fights to get seen by the right people before they would consider me for the big matches. Even though I was scouted by an agency out of high school, there was a mountain between me and the life I have now.

I: And boy have you climbed that mountain quickly. You were only a little man on the totem pole for about 2 years before getting your big break at only 20 years old. That’s impressive. Almost as much as you having had a consistent win over loss streak for nearly a decade. Which leads me to my next question, what was the most significant moment in your career?

S: Honestly, I owe my big break to Maegor and Pyrling. While neither of them fight anymore, they put in some good words for me with the right people and that put me in the position to take the next step up in my career. That all pales in comparison to meeting Rhaenerys, however. She, along with my siblings, really encouraged me to take the leap and open my own gym for other troubled kids like I was. I can easily say I would not be where I am now without them, but Rhaenerys has been my rock for the last four years and the fire that has kept me going.

I: What motivates you to keep boxing?

S: Several things actually. I did briefly consider retiring early, but my wife helped me find a new direction in the gym I now run with my long-time friend Finan. But outside her and my family, it would be the knowledge I am able to provide a positive influence in these lives of the kids and really anyone who walks into Shield Wall. We get people from all walks of life, including others looking to make a career out of fighting. Knowing that I can help them and provide a safe space for them has been the biggest motivator.

I: You keep mentioning her, and of course I have to ask. Tell me about the woman herself, Dr. Rhaenerys Targaryen. What is your relationship with her like and how did you two meet?

S: How much time do we have? We could be here a while talking about her, it’s one of my favorite pastimes. In all seriousness, she is amazing. I am truly lucky to have her in my life. We actually met at one of my fights, she came along with her dad to spectate since he had been following my career. I was smitten instantly, but it definitely took me quite some time to work up the nerve to ask her out. While I know now he isn’t that scary, Maegor terrified the shit out of me in the beginning. As I understand it, he was less than thrilled with me at first. Not because he didn’t like me but more so because Rhae is his little girl and he wanted more for her. I owe a lifetime of gratitude to my mother-in-law, Elvira, on that front. She vouched for me and the rest is history. We started dating when she was still in school, but we both knew pretty quickly that we would get married one day.

I: You two have been married a year? Little more than that? Which, by the way, was a beautiful day based on the pictures the public has seen. But now that you have settled down, what does your day-to-day look like?

S: A little over a year, yeah. As for my daily life, I work the gym most days during the week and occasionally on the weekends between fights. I don’t get into the ring as often as I used to now, really only sticking to the big ones though now that I’ve won my title, I may actually hang up my gloves and just focus on the gym. After all, I’m nearly 30 now and I’m looking forward to having more time home with Rhae and our pets. Our dog, Abraxsas actually just turned 10 earlier this year and of course we have Cupcake, that little black hellion we call a cat. Now that Rhae is settled at the museum, we have started talking about having a family of our own and I want to focus on that rather than training for my next big fight.

I: Sounds like you have a rather idyllic life going on. We will miss you in the ring but you are a testament that the products of your childhood don’t need to color your future. Last question, what would you say to others who have been in a similar situation?

S: Persistence and having solid support is key. If you want to change your life, you have to change your environment and your mindset. You can’t get anywhere you want in life if you aren’t willing to do the work. Sure, there’s an aspect of luck to get like me, but you have a far better chance of becoming lucky in success if you are surrounded by others who have that same drive as you. The crowd I used to run with? Most of those guys are either dead or in prison now because they stayed in that troublemaker mentality, never growing beyond what they could have. So yeah, changing your friend group to one who supports you and I mean really supports you, and persisting in the dream you want to chase would be my advice to anyone who has lived a life similar to mine.

I: And that is all the time we have for today, thank you for the chat Sihtric.

S: Thank you as well, Mr. Penrose.

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What if..? Final part(Sully Family x reader)

I hope you enjoy! 💞

“Ma’Jake? What’s wrong?’

Jake turns to a confused Neytiri.

“I-I uh I don’t know…I guess I just ran out of memories..I keep rewatching the same ones”

Neytiri smiles at Jake’s small frustration…he finally wanted to see more of Y/n.

“I can show you mine! We can both connect on the same branch.”

Jake didn’t think much of this…he’d just be happy to not see a haunting version of Y/n….

*their vision*

“Mom?”

Neytiri turns away from Jake to look at Y/n only…her smile completely went away seeing the heavily injured girl.

“M-mom help me! I’m trapped! I-I needed you…I needed him.”

Neytiri ran to a bleeding out Y/n…while holding her she tried to pull away from the vision, they both tried to.

“Ma’jake! What’s happening Jake? Help me!” Even then…Jake couldn’t do it.

“I wanted your love, I wanted it bad…but there were so many red flags.”

Suddenly they were in a hut…watching Y/n from afar as she held a gun to a sneaky Navi’s head…not caring that her older brother was watching her.

“I’ll be the one who breaks out at night and cuts your throat while you sleep.”

“Let’s be clear I trust no one.”

Jake was getting major headache, freaking out about Neytiri finding out about the accident. While Neytiri was extremely anxious…what was going on? What’s Y/n trying to communicate?

There they were…they could see themselves…Neytiri watching as always staying silent while Jake yelled at Y/n…It was after the fight, after a girl bullied Y/n…telling her how she would always be forgotten by her father while he cared for everyone else.

“…stay home for all I care. Your a mess outside by yourself. Do you understand?

It was written all over Y/n’s face…she wasn’t fine.

‘This isn’t fair. I was just trying to do good!’

…there it was…Y/n crying her eyes out….suffering a panic attack as her mind ran a million miles per hour.

‘What’s wrong with me! How could I be so stupid? I should’ve just let her say those mean things…she’s right anyway…but she was talking badly about my family…about me. They see it too….they know my dad treats me differently…as if I’m some disease. I’m sick. I am nothing. Just like he said, I am nothing without him.’

Jake and Neytiri were struggling to catch a breath just like Y/n…struggling to survive…and on their last gasp of air, the setting changed again, they were now watching themselves eat with Y/n. Jake begins confronting Y/n about how ‘dirty’ Tuk was…how there was a mess of crayons on the floor, of course that wasn’t allowed for Y/n.

They heard the sweet words Y/n was saying to Tuk after telling Jake how wrong he was to do this in front of his other child…for Tuk and Tuk only she fought till the end.

“No more food Tuk? You sure did eat huh sunshine? Let’s go clean you up and put you to sleep while Mom and dad eat.”

‘Maintain a smile…his words mean nothing.’

“You did not break me…I’m still fighting for peace.”

and suddenly…it went quiet…they slowly walked to the crash site, there Y/n’s body laid.

There was flashes of the war…

Blood splattered

Flames erupting from behind

Smoke being inhaled and…

Y/n.

Her body was struggling to form words but she was silently begging and pleading for her father to take her.

He didn’t.

“dad…dad? no…please no…dad help me…d-don’t leave me please dad.”

Lo’ak’s voice was louder, Neytiri heard it, Jake heard it…Y/n heard it while she was struggling to call out

“Dad! Y/n! She was with us!”

Jake didn’t hesitate to leave her saying she’d find her way home.

Neytiri could feel her.

every flame erupt in her lungs…

her heart breaking…

the mind growing tired…

body asking for a little bit of sleep…just a little bit of peace.

“You never saw me fall apart until then…when I was right in front of you. I didn’t close my eyes, and I know that I could’ve survived…right dad?”*

They were pulled from the vision.

“…Jake? You- how could you! How could you do that to her? To our daughter! My daughter.”

Neytiri couldn’t even explain what she was feeling…utter betrayal.

Little did they know Tuk was approaching, rushing to her mother that was screaming and had slipped perfectly into Tuk’s small arms as she fell.

“Mom? What happened?”

Neytiri was shaking, struggling and contemplating on saving her mate from the flame Tuk was now going to be the one to erupt in jakes lungs.

“Y..Y/n.”

That was all it took before Tuk looked up with the most disappointed and disgusted face she’s ever shown. They were going to see the cold version of her…the version of her that formed when Y/n died.

“It was you! It was fucking you! I knew it! How could you! You didn’t deserve her. You never fucking liked her. To her, you were everything…she was just ‘the chore’ to you.”

Tuk dropped right next to her mother…crying her eyes out. Jake watched horrified as Tuk looked up from her hands, laughing.

“I want you cold and broken…I had her blood on me…every drop. You were the reason she died. You took her from me. You’re a really shitty fucking father…you may have tricked me or treated me differently than you did with her but you listen to me when I say you will never, see her again. Not in your visions, or any stupid fucking memories you have with her. It’s over dad…everyone knows now. she’s going to be at peace and you won’t see her again.”

Neytiri gained the strength to stand beside Tuk and walk away from Jake as she desperately asked him to stop…give her time. He did, and she stupidly forgave him. Tuk couldn’t watch it anymore, so she told her siblings to go to the tree of souls with her to see Y/n one more time…together.

They all connected all at once and they saw a beautiful scenery. Y/n turned around happily to her siblings as they all rushed to her. You can hear her beautiful laugh from under all of them except one…Tuk.

*Y/n’s pov*

“Alright guys I love you too!…Where’s Tuk? I haven’t been able to connect with her fully. I need to see her again.”

They all got off, still laughing as I got up and then I saw her…my sunshine. We ran to each other, clashing into one another for a hug.

“Sunshine!”

“Y/n!”

Both of us cried tears holding onto each other.

When Tuk was finally able to speak to me I realized that…All this time I had been waiting for her. I had been waiting so long…I was afraid she wouldn’t come…

“Oel ngati kameie, Y/n”

“Oel ngati kameie, sunshine”

I grab her hand and yell out from a far to my other siblings.

“There’s a beach here! A beautiful beach! Down the hill! I’ll race ya!”

Their visions slowly shifted as they ran.

“We lived in a forest Y/n! How could you get such a beautiful beach?!”

I laugh and smile to my clueless brother.

“This was supposed to be my future! It’s beautiful isn’t it?”

The siblings smiles faded but their heart warmed at how Y/n happy was.

The siblings laughed and played amongst the clear blue waves….Y/n pulled Tuk to the side.

“I know what you’re thinking tuk…you want to leave, to run away from home. I know that’s why you brought them to me one last time do not do it sister, look around you! I may not be there for you to see but I’m always around watching you from afar and so are they…our siblings love you. I love you. I have found peace and closure in my death, you will too soon someday.”

Tuk was crying happy tears realizing what she heard her sister ask for silently in her dreams, was now given to y/n…peace and closure.

“Ok sunshine! Enough tears, let’s play!”

I was finally playing with my siblings, and living out the childhood I missed…I stepped back to take a breath and hold onto the moment.

I snapped a photo of my siblings…I loved the way a photo could capture a moment before it was gone.…nobody really notices when we leave. At best you might hear a whisper…or a wave of important memories tumbling down.

My name is Y/n Sully, like the goddess of the moon! I was 14 years old when I was murdered on a day…only meant for spotting.

I turn the camera towards me and snapped a picture…

I was here for a moment…and then I was gone.

I wish my sunshine Tuk, and siblings a long and happy life.

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Bonding Time

Pairing:Timmy x Reader

Warnings: Smut. There’s a teeny tiny bit of toxicity between the two.

A/N: If you don’t like complete smut Smut smut then this series won’t be your cup of coco!

Bonding Time

Y/n stood on the sideline as she watched her mother saying her vows with her new man. She wondered how long this marriage would last. Don’t get her wrong, Greg was a very nice guy and he was head over heels in love with her mother and treated her like a Queen, the problem wasn’t Greg it was her mother. She changed her mind like y/n changed her jewellery, she was actually surprised when both of them announced they were getting married. The only upside of this whole thing was Greg’s son, Timothée, they didn’t like each other at first in fact they hated each other. They constantly riled each other up to the point she would turn and throw something, anything at him, an ashtray, a glass. They were always arguing and fighting, but each parent eventually ignored them saying they would get used to being around each other at some point.

But over the past few weeks something was different, they didn’t argue as much. In fact it was their parents who had began arguing more and more and they had been spending more time together usually in each other’s rooms so as not to have to listen to the fighting alone. One night something happened, during the wedding preparations both parents were arguing downstairs again and y/n was in her bed listening to the raised muffled voices when her door opened and Timothée came in shutting the door behind him. ‘Hey you okay?’

‘Yeah I’m fine, just bored of this bullshit.’ She sighed sitting up slightly.

‘The fuck are they arguing about this time?’

‘Apparently your dad invited someone called Kerry or Carrie?’

‘Terri? All this noise because of Terri?’ She nodded.

‘Who is she anyway?’

‘She’s the daughter of an old friend of my dad’s. He’s known her since she was a baby. She used to babysit me. Jesus Christ!’

Y/n sighed hearing a glass break downstairs. ‘Can you stay? I don’t want my mother crawling in beside me when she’s drunk and crying.’

Timmy looked at her before nodding in beside her and draping his arm lazily around her waist. The room was still in complete darkness so they couldn’t see each other very well but they could hear each other’s breathing.

‘I’m sorry for throwing that ashtray at you, I was just in one of my bad moods’

‘It’s fine, I deserved it. I shouldn’t have handled you like that.’

They looked at each other in the dark their eyes adjusting slowly.

‘Why did you act offended when Stacey asked you that truth?’

She could feel his breath on her face as he asked the question.

‘I don’t know. I think it’s because she asked the question, if anyone else asked it would’ve been a simple no.’

She felt him nod and heard his hum.

‘Why do you care?’

‘I don’t, I was just as pissed off as you when Stacey asked it.’

‘I think she wanted to know because she wants to fuck you. I mean you have been dating for 3 weeks why haven’t you slept with her yet?’

‘She’s not as soft as you are’ he mumbled in reply before he pulled her closer getting more comfortable around her and she sighed shuffling down against her bed to get comfortable with him and ended up tangled with him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. ‘True I am built more softly than Stacey whereas she’s all muscle and hard and… manish.’ She made a face and began playing with his hair ‘What the hell is she training for’

‘Maybe she’s training to kick your ass’ he mumbled against her chest sniggering

She glared at his head in the dark and moved her knee between his legs but before she could reach her target he grabbed her throat and pushed her head back into the pillow ‘Don’t even think about it little girl’

‘Ow, Timmy fuck off, fine you win.’

She grabbed his wrist and struggled against him before he let her go ‘Good. And I always win.’

He smirked and wrapped his around again and she did the same mumbling ‘Dick’

She felt his smirk grow wider and sat up slightly pulling him up by his hair and licked a trail from his chin to his top lip hearing the noise in the back of his throat and smirked hearing him grumble ‘Fuck you’re such a bitch y/n.’

She chuckled at him laying back again. They started playing this game of having the last word, only it had become more physical although this was the first time she had done that. He lay down again this time on top of her and rested his chin on her chest between her breasts.

‘It’s gone quiet, who do you think walked out first this time?’ He asked as she listened too ‘Hmm sounds like both of them. It’s too quiet if that makes sense?’ He nodded agreeing with her.

‘Let’s just stay here and enjoy this peace while it lasts.’

She looked at his shadow and nodded in agreement and ran her hands up his back and brought her knees up so he was resting between her legs and listened to him sigh contentedly and moved her fingers through his curls ‘You don’t let Stacey do this do you?’

He closed his eyes and made a negative noise ‘I don’t let Stacy lick me either, I also don’t lay on her like this.’

She listens to his breathing calmly and continues to rub his back under his shirt before he sits up and removes it laying back on top of her. ‘Better.’ She instantly moves to run her fingers over his back when he lifts her pyjama top up mumbling ‘More skin’

She nods and pulls it off tossing it aside letting him bury his face in her chest.

‘Fuck this foreplay, Timmy just fuck me.’

‘Thank fuck’ he rips the rest of their clothes off and rams into her without warning knocking the air out of her lungs, as he flips them pulling her on top to ride him. Once she gets her breath back she does exactly that and goes hard not holding back as he runs his hands up and down her torso grabbing parts of skin he can reach.

He sits up with her and kisses and bites her neck and shoulder wrapping his arm around her waist and digs his fingers into her ribs making her gasp and throwing her head back.

‘Ah Timmy.’ She grabs him by his neck with both hands and kisses him open mouth pushing backwards riding him into the mattress. He felt the whole bed frame move with them the headboard hitting the back wall, he hoped the house was empty because no one would mistake these noises downstairs. They broke the kiss and y/n buried her head against his neck and rode him harder panting as he gripped onto her skin damp with sweat and he rammed his hips upwards to meet hers feeling his eyes roll back into his head from the joint force and heard her squealing against his neck and felt her nails drag down his back as they came together as their orgasms exploded around them. They were both sticking together on their skin with perspiration panting against each other heavily.

Y/n lifted her head and he pushed her hair from her face and kissed her sloppily which she returned with tongue. They broke away still licking each other trying to catch their breathes before rolling her over and laying on her chest.

‘What now?’ He asked as she played with his hair again.

‘Let’s call this our bonding time.’

He chuckled and moved his head up trailing his tongue and teeth up her chest and neck before reaching her mouth ‘We should have more bonding time.’ She smirked against his mouth before breaking away licking up his lips again. ‘We will.’

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