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[reiderwriter]

You'd Be Like Heaven To Touch♣️

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Female Reader

Word count: 2.2k

Summary: After a whirlwind weekend, you're finally ready to go home and deal with the mess you created in Vegas. But you just cannot get your new Husband out of your head.

Warnings: Oral sex (F receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, no mention of birth control, and you're going to hate me by the end of this sex scene bye

A/N: They're officially out of Vegas! I'm so excited to share the next few parts with you guys, and we finally got our first taste of smut!! Also, the Reid in the gif is the exact one I'm picturing in this scene so yeah 🤡 smirk and all 😏

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The race back to the hotel was easy compared to the ensuing rush to pack up an entire hotel room's worth of mess in the time between their arrival and their check-out time. Sure, they’d had to pack light as travelling FBI agents, but with the added mess you’d created in Spencer’s room, and the additional luggage of their marriage licence, the packing was needlessly more frantic than usual. 

When you finally did make it down to the lobby, you froze up a little, realising that you were the final one to exit your room. You watched as seven pairs of eyes shifted to you as soon as the elevator door opened, hauling your go-bag further up your arm from where it was slipping down. You thanked your past self for having the foresight to put some makeup into the bag, having used up a copious amount of your concealer to cover up any evidence of your night with Reid. You still kept a small distance from the others, just in case.

“Sorry, were you all waiting for me?” you smiled at them as you got closer, hoping that they’d not ask questions at what had taken you so long. Your eyes caught Reid’s and you could see that he was looking down at your neck. 

After an entire day morning and night in your company, you knew he’d seen the results of his handiwork. You wondered if the look that raked over you now was that of the dominant Reid from the night before, who you presumed marked you in such prominent places so people would know you were his, or that of the concerned team mate, who didn’t want to be caught and questioned by the others. You tried to shake both images from your head, not sure which would please you more. 

“It’s okay, you’re not late, the cars are being bought around now and the jet leaves in 30,” Hotch greeted you when you finally got close enough. 

“Late night, mama?” Morgan laughed at you as soon as he turned to you. “How did all that drinking last night go for you?” 

You were so wrapped up in Reid and what he may or may not be thinking that you had to pull yourself back to reality for a second to realise that Morgan had been talking to you. 

“What? Oh yeah, I guess. I don’t think I drank too much, but I did sleep like a baby, so who knows.” You laughed a little to punctuate the point, and then watched Morgan’s reaction closely. You were still looking for the two “agents” who had been witness to your marriage, after all. 

“Ooh, you didn’t sample the local goods last night then? I’ve heard that Downtown Las Vegas is the best place to meet single men, and you were just complaining that you hadn’t been out in a while,” Penelope said from beside the man. 

“No, no, the place Reid took me to was more library than bar, and as far from Downtown as you could get, so it was a nice and easy night for me.” 

“And if the local men are anything like our resident Las Vegan,” Emily jumped in, looking at Reid. “Then I’m sure they’re not really what Y/N is looking for.” She laughed and they all start making their way out of the lobby. 

You try to avoid meeting Reid’s eyes after that last comment, sure that you wouldn’t be able to stop the grimace of apology from coming to your lips. But you couldn’t help yourself, and you forced your eyes up into a small peak at his face, only to see his downturned eyes and the small smirk that was crossing his lips. 

You hung back for a second, needing to clue this out, and nudged him with your elbow. 

“What’s that look for?” you whisper at him in a harsh tone, hoping that no one was watching the two of you. 

“It’s nothing.” He says, but the smile stays on his lips. You give him another look, silently communicating that you’re not taking that first answer and he nods a little as he walks beside you. 

“If they could see the marks on your neck, they wouldn’t be thinking that I’m not what you’re looking for, right?” You could feel the heat in your cheeks, and you playfully whacked him in the arm a bit, before pushing through the doors of the hotel and feeling the sun on your cheeks once again. 

You watched him climb into the car you took earlier and stop yourself from following him. You were going to need some time to think about how you should take that last comment, and a half an hour drive outside of his presence would probably do you good. Climbing up into the other SUV, you take a deep breath, feeling all the restlessness of the night before creep up on you.

–X–

You don’t know where you are, but you know that you’re burning up under his touch. His lips are on your skin, working their way down from your neck to the valley between your breasts and all you can hear is the sound of your own lustful moans as his hands trail further still. 

You don’t know who it is on top of you, but you know that you’re dying for him to be there, to push his tongue into your mouth and make you submit to his will. His fingers wrap around the waistband of your panties and roughly pull them down, opening you up to him. You feel his lips ghost down further still, until he’s there between your legs. 

“Is this where you wanted me, baby? So desperate to have me, my little slut.” His words send another shiver down your spine as you roll your hips up into his face again. 

He lets out a small chuckle and gives you what you want, finally lowering his tongue again and letting it meet your desperate cunt. He sets his attention on your clit, and your eyes roll back in bliss, not caring who it is between your legs giving you this much pleasure, just desperate for them to keep going. 

“Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” you beg, fisting a handful of your mystery man’s hair. It’s soft to the touch, a little curly at the ends and it feels familiar, but you’re unable to think about it for more than a second before he’s pushing a finger into you. 

“That’s it baby. Look at you, so fucking tight around my finger. You want me to push my cock into you, you’re going to have to relax for me baby, okay?” You still don’t know who it is, but you nod for him, knowing you want nothing except everything he’s telling you that you want. 

He’s thrusting his fingers into you at a relentless pace now, adding one digit every few thrusts, until he’s up to three. His face is still buried in your pussy, tongue still flicking against your clit, his other hand pushing you down by the hips as he forces you closer and closer to the edge. 

His hand drops down to your thigh, pushing your legs further apart, and it stays there feeling overly warm, almost burning you up from just that simple touch. 

“You’re so wet for me baby, going to take my cock now?” You whimper and nod your head as fervently as you can, begging him with your eyes to push into you. He finally pulls his head up to your own, and you’re finally face-to-face with your mystery man.��

“So wet for me, right baby? So wet for your husband?” Spencer questions you as he pushes into your wet, dripping hole, and you’re so surprised that all you can do in response is moan. 

With each thrust, he drops a moan into your ears, and you feel your climax building quickly. 

“Ah fuck yes, Y/N,” you claw at his back, desperate to pull him closer. 

“Spencer, don’t stop, fuck.” Your name begins dropping from his lips like a prayer as his thrusts get sloppier, wetter, deeper. 

“Y/N… Y/N……… Y/N….” 

–X– 

“Y/N, are you finally awake? We’ve been calling your name for a minute now.” Your eyes snap open and you come face to face with Emily and JJ from the seats opposite you on the jet. 

“We thought you might be having a nightmare. Want to talk about it?” JJ asks, her voice in a hushed tone as a look of sympathy crosses over her face. 

Whatever that was, it certainly was not a nightmare. But the scenario you were in now certainly was. 

“What? Oh, yeah. I don’t know, maybe it was a nightmare.” You desperately hope you sound convincing enough for them to drop the subject. The last time you’d mentioned a lack of sleep, half of the team had approached you with different home remedies and tips for getting your full 8 hours. The last thing you needed right now was the constant reminder that you’d just had a sex dream about Spencer Reid on the jet whilst surrounded by all your close friends and colleagues. 

Including the man himself, you realised, as you stretched your neck out from its awkward sleep position, and caught the sight of him there next to you. Your car had reached the jet first earlier that day, and it had taken all of two minutes after boarding before you’d been claimed by sleep, so you hadn’t realised he’d positioned himself next to you. 

A quick glance down had told you he’d done more than that. Wrapped around your legs, and so big that it stretched over his too, was a large blanket, the one that he usually used on your longer trips home. He was asleep in the seat next to you, you noticed after an embarrassing amount of time, head resting in one of his hands, lips slightly open, looking the image of tranquillity. 

His other hand was beneath the blanket, somewhere you couldn’t see, but as you shifted slightly in your chair trying to get comfortable again, you realised it was definitely somewhere you could feel. His hand had somehow fallen into your lap, and he had a firm but sleepy grip on your left thigh, the one closest to him. Now that you had moved, so did his hand, rubbing gentle strokes into your skin every few minutes. Slow enough that you were sure he was still asleep, but still enough to have am effect.

His hand was hot against your leg, and his touch burned. You remembered the sensation from your dream and immediately did your best to temper your facial expressions, not wanting to gather any more concern from the two women opposite you at the table than you already had. 

“Y/N? If you want to talk about it, we’re always here you know? This job can be overwhelming at the best of times, and we just worked a hard case. No one would blame you for needing to take some time for yourself.” Emily looked at you in concern now, and it was taking all of your will to keep your eyes on her, and nod at the appropriate time, your brain short-circuiting now that you realised Reid was so close. 

Where did this sudden infatuation with him come from? You’d always appreciated that he was a good looking guy, but you’d never thought about him so thoroughly before, and certainly not enough to lose yourself on the jet to inappropriate thoughts. 

It was the insanity of the weekend, you told yourself, it had to be. You’d learnt more about him and accidentally, possibly, maybe slept together, and now your body was just getting it out of your system. Either that or you’d just learnt too much about his preferences and your brain was just trying to come to terms with each revelation. 

You settled back into comfortable conversation with Emily and JJ, trying your best to convince yourself that your dream had meant nothing, blocking out any noise in your head that was suggesting otherwise. 

Especially the little thought at the back of your brain that was reminding you that you hadn’t removed his hand from your thigh, and that you really didn’t want to. 

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[charmedreincarnation]

TW: SA, possibly death??

Hey there fellow witches and warlocks, it's spooky season and I am loving it! I recently discovered the void state through yoga nidra and your reverse psychology method charm, and I was ready to manifest my dream life. October is my birth month and my favorite season, so I was excited to see what the universe had in store for me and whoa did it come through.

It's unfortunate to see that SA victims like me and others are still getting death and rape threats. I was inspired by a blog who shared her experience with yoga nidra, but then deactivated due to trolls sending her horrible messages. It's sad to see people hating on others' success, but we won't let them bring us down.

I manifested everything I desired of course my mind came through!! - from my desired face, body, aura, zodiac, personality, voice, talents, friends, family, and so much more. A few things I've manifested include a dark academia mansion, billionaire parents who aren't known, a witchy and Halloween-themed small business, and an eco-friendly private jet.

I know some of you may be concerned about the "death note" I've manifested, but it's just for fun - I'm a huge fan of Light Yagami from Death Note. I won't actually use it, but it's a cool spook factor to have.

Here’s a tiny list anyways ⬇️

🎃Desired face, body, aura zodiac, personality, voice, talents, friends, family and so much more. I had this long wattpadd story ass list that I obviously won’t share here but trust me my mind came through .

🎃open minded witchy family, dark academia ass mansion, Pinterest dark academia wardrobe in my massive closet that’s the size of a room, billionaire parents who aren’t known (I love my privacy and I love being mysterious), wattpadd billionaire love story to happen in the future. Yes not now…. I’ve been ugly all my life so I want to be a slut right for a bit not sorry, everyone loves and falls in love with me, Idgaf personality, Scorpio sun moon and rising, bold attitude that is adored, but a kind heart for the people I love and so much more. Again like most people I had a very long list on my google documents

🎃I own a witchy candy and Halloween small business!!! but I’m going to be making 100 million dollars a year so I will be a billionaire in the future. I like working and having a craft and it’s just so me, ugh I love my life !!! But I’m going to hire my two best friends that I manifested so we can all be successful rich witch bitches who travel the world and have too much money to spend

🎃an environment friendly private jet. It won’t affect the environment as I love the environment but I also hate flying commercial! I’m also vegan now, I couldn’t be one before due to health issues, but I love animals 🥹🥹🥹 and now I’m rich enough to have healthy tasty cruelty free food.

🎃anyone who sends death threats, rape threats, or engages in a bitter manner on that tea page including the owner will never get into the void until they grow up and acknowledge that they’re weirdos. I’m not as forgiving as these other big blogs. Bye ✌️

🎃anytime I say “you’ll die alone” when im arguing with a man 🤮🤮 (incels, misgyonists, racists not men who aren’t insufferable ofc love y’all) they actually will, and no one will ever love them, until they grow up and once again acklowege their faults. As you can see I’m very into vigilante justice and I’m petty 👻 I’m a witch anyways so now my craft will be perfect.

🎃all my spells and curses work! And any harm attempted to be done to me always backfires On the person 10x worse ! Yea this is my world everyone’s just living in it.

🎃psychokenis, my eyes being able to turn red, divine protection for me and my loved ones, the ability to speak to animals, and never aging. The last thing I manifested a way to benefit all !!!! research age regression and see how we will all be eternal youthful witch bitches in the future ;) I got inspired by my grandma who retired but us too old to enjoy her life. Now she can and we call be 150 and still sexy with 0 bodily pain. I also always hated how we slowly decompose and lose bodily function until we die.. like why can’t we be sexy and bodily abled forever!! This will also help with health issues and diseases like cancer! Just one way to give back for my blessings. And the rest is just to spook bitches tbh I don’t plan on actually doing anything but speaking to animals.

🎃I manifested a death note. Now before y’all start I just really love light yagami I don’t think I will actually use it or maybe I will just to spook bitches but whatever

🎃so much more that I don’t want to share because it’s too long!

So, fellow hot bitches and witches , keep manifesting your dreams and never let anyone bring you down. Remember, we were born to be happy, rich, and loved. It is in your DNA and my word is final !!!!! I’m gonna leave my dream life and be a whore now lova yaaaa 🖤🖤🖤

Lmfao slay 😭😭 idk if it’s too early or what but this sending me for some reason! Anyways I wish you all the best in your life and dreams. Have a great spooky season! I love witches and Halloween too 🧞‍♀️🧞‍♀️

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Secretly Shot

Pairings: Wandanat x R || avengers (platonic) x R

Word count: 2K

TW: Injury, getting shot, hiding injuries, angst (with happy ending), arguments (with wanda and nat and you), mean avengers (cuz they’re annoyed), hate, fainting (kinda), blame,

Summary: you and the team are at odds, what happens when you go on a misson without them and get hurt?

A/n Kinda more angst than I normally do but it was fun to write. Hope you like it :)

It wasn’t uncommon for little squabbles between the three of you but this time it was different. wanda, Natasha and you had been arguing at the top of your lungs. and no matter how much you loved them and you knew they loved you you worried they would leave you for being difficult and needy. you know they were stressed but it didn’t make you feel any better.

“y/n I’m so sick of you always mess things up. you never do anything right. always causing problems.” nat yelled and wanda piled on the sentiment.

“y/n if you cant just stay out of trouble for once i-i. argh. just stop making issues we always have to clean up after.” wanda said angrily. you knew they were just stressed but it still hurt. the last mission had ended when you made a mistake and weeks of prep had been for nothing. the team was angry with you but none had yelled at you. but you knew wanda and nat had spent many sleepless nights on recon missions for this and you had blown it.

after the two of them stormed out you angrily packed a bag and retreated back to your old room. angrily wiping away tears jarvis summoned you to the conference room.

after a tense ride in the lift with clint who wouldn’t look at you, you slunk into the conference room. fury had a mission for you. you tried not to cry. all you wanted was for your girls to hold you but you knew that wouldn’t happen any time soon. what you didn’t know was that they already felt horrible and were trying to find you.

“when do i leave?” you asked fury who gave you a sympathetic look he knew the team was blaming you.

“right away. but i get it if you want to say goodby-“

“No. I’m ready.” you said.

“ok jet leaves in five.” he said dismissing you. you slunk back to your room took your suit and made your way to the jet not bothering to say goodbye to anyone. if they wanted to know where you were they could ask jarvis. about three hours later the jet touched down in Moscow.

wanda and nat were beside themselves with worry. Jarvis had told them you had left on a mission and they were wreaked. you never left without saying goodbye to them. they knew how dangerous your line of work was so they always made sure to have proper goodbyes. but what worried them most was you going on a mission when the last time they saw you you had looked like a kicked puppy. they wished they could take it all back but no matter how forgiving you may be this was something they knew would take time.

the mission had been going well. you had almost made it the whole way uneducated. it was a solo mission, no backup so you had to be stealthy. but as you slipped through the long hallways of hydra you rounded a corner to find a large group of guards. one spotted you and you dove to hide behind the corner again but one managed to shoot you. the bullet hit your shoulder and you let out a strangled cry. grateful it hasn’t hit you in the leg you took off. making it back to the jet you quickly took off. the mission had been successful but you worried how the team would react to you messing up another mission. you couldn’t loose this job. you wanted to be an avenger. you always had. if you lost this job you lost everything.

after setting the jet on autopilot, you began to strip off the top half of your suit until you sat there with it down by your waist and in a sports bra. carefully you did you best to clean and bandage the wound and you silently thanked bruce for the mini first aid course he had given you when you joined. it was hard because you couldn’t see it properly but you hoped it was clean. the bullet had gone through and from what you could tell as you stitched it up it hadn’t hit anything important.

After you finished wrapping the bandage around your shoulder you went back to the cockpit after cleaning up all traces of your injury and had put away the first aid kit just as it had been before.

after dozing lightly in the cockpit jarvis alerted you that you were getting close to the compound. you switched off autopilot and landed the jet lightly.

wanda and nat heard jarvis alert them you had arrived back and they caught you in the hall by the med bay on their way to find you.

“y/n? are you hurt? did you see bruce?” nat said narrowing her eyes. truth be told you hadn’t, the team couldn’t know you messed up again. you could deal with it yourself. their eyes landed on your bloodied suit. you had stolen some supplies from the med bay and they were hidden in your bag.

“this bloods not mine.” you lied with anger still in your voice. “now i need to get back to write my mission report so if you don’t mind, get out of my way.” you growled still mad they had made you feel so awful earlier. wanda flinched slightly at your tone and nat’s glare returned. you pushed past them, hiding a wince as you jostled your shoulder slightly. the two girls let you go and you almost cried at how easily they had, you almost wanted them to fight you on it. but at least they would honour your wishes.

you set the bag down the the bed and opened your laptop to start the report. typing hurt your shoulder so you began to write it with your right hand only. it took almost double as long and so halfway you decided to take a shower. as you stood the world tilted and you balanced yourself against the wall. hobbling slowly to the shower you stripped and showered trying to keep the wound dry. after you threw away the blood-soaked bandages and rewrapped it carefully. it was better this time as you had a mirror but unfortunately you could see how poor the stitches were and how red and angry the wound looked. you winced as you finished dressing it. you knew you needed to see bruce, to get it treated properly but you couldn’t see anymore disappointment on the faces of your team without crying. you changed into comfy loose clothes and Wanda’s hoodie before curling up in bed again with your laptop to finish the report. you knew you had to write about the injury so you gave the basic details. although as you finished up your eyes drooped. they were heavy and you struggled to stay away. in the low light you drifted off seeing it as nothing but being tired.

it was a mere few minutes later that a knock came on the door. At the lack of response wanda hesitated before opening the door. her and nat peered in to the dimly lit room. they saw a lump in the bed and slowly came in not turning on the light. wanda carefully took the laptop from your knees and nat nudged your shoulder to wake you up. when you didn’t stir she removed her hand. it felt wet and sticky and as she looked at it her heart stuttered. it was covered in blood. looking back at your shoulder she saw a dark patch covering your left side as blood seeped out of the wound.

“wanda bring the laptop and come with me.” nat said scooping you up. wanda looked up at the urgency in her girlfriends voice and immediately gasped as she saw your bloody shoulder.

“dammit y/n/n.” she said stifling tears. the two of them rushed to the med bay with you in Nat’s arms.

when they arrived wanda began skimming your report to give the information to bruce to treat you better. her breath caught in her throat as she released you and been shot. she couldn’t help the tears that fell when she realised you felt you couldn’t tell them.

“whats going on?” bruce said.

“y/n/n was shot on her mission.” wanda said and bruce and Natasha took off your clothes leaving you in the fluffy pants and a sports bra. bruce winced at the sight of the bloodied bandages knowing he didn’t do them. carefully he cut them off and gasped at the sight of the poorly done stitches. no wonder you had passed out, the stitches had barely stopped the bleeding and you were loosing too much blood. carefully and with wanda and nat watching on he cut the stitches, checked the wound and redid them in much neater rows. after about seven stitches he tied off the last one and rewrapped the wound. he fiddled with an iv as he began to give you some more blood to replace what you had lost. wanda and nat watched with bated breath. they felt awful. this was all their fault.

they sat in silence by your bedside as bruce went back to his office to give them some privacy. after a few minutes they heard you groan and they both sat up straighter almost in unison.

“y/n/n?” wanda said stroking the hair from your face. nat held you hand as you groaned again.

“aww bubs your ok.” nat said

“your in the sick bay baby you passed out.” wanda cooed.

“why didn’t you tell us you were hurt.” nat said frowning slightly.

“didn’t want you to be disappointed again.” you mumbled still on a-lot of pain meds.

wanda’s heart broke audibly as nat somehow felt worse.

“no detka you could never disappoint us. never ever.” wanda said.

“but i messed up.” you mumbled eyes glossy with tears.

“baby we will love you no matter what.” nat said using her thumb to rub circles over your knuckles. wanda was quick to wipe away the tears that fell down your cheeks as your chest shook.

“honey we are so sorry and you hope you can forgive us. you didn’t need that stress right now we just need to focus on getting you better sweets.” wanda cooed.

“i already have.” you muttered and nat gave a sad smile. they knew you had a kind heart, you had forgiven them almost straight away but that didn’t make the two girls feel less guilty about their actions.

“sleep now bubs, we’re not going anywhere.” nat said and you shuffled over with a wince indicating you wanted cuddled with sleepy grabby hands.

wanda chuckled “I’m not sure we’ll all fit baby.” and at your pout wanda knew she couldn’t say no. careful of your IV she picked you up and laid you on-top of her as nat came and laid beside wanda as she threw an arm over your lower back. wanda’s hands came to your hair to give you a scalp massage as you rested you head into the side of her neck. you hummed softly and drifted off the sleep knowing you were safe in the arms of your girls.

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[thewulf]

Crash and Burn || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Request! Y/N and Jake have a very… chaotic relationship. Many ups and downs between the two Naval Aviators. One moment they’re fine the next they are at each other’s throats. Everything goes wrong for the duo in training when Y/N catches Jake’s jet wash as he tries to show off for Maverick. Hurt/Comfort. Readers call sign is Jinx.

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 4,000+

Arrogant. Cocky. Selfish.

Just a few words to describe your least favorite classmate, Hangman. He had mastered the art of getting underneath your skin. Phoenix always told you to play it cool around him or he’d just keep doing the same. You never learned your lesson always arguing back when he had to say some stupid misogynistic thing about female pilots. You had to hand it to Phoenix though, she never let Hangman work her up.

You hadn’t known him prior to Top Gun like your other classmates had. They gave you a forewarning when it came to Jake. Watch your back or he’d be the one shooting at it. You didn’t believe it at first, but you learned.

Quickly, you understood their warnings toward him. The world revolved around Jake Seresin to Jake Seresin. You dreaded when Mav called your name to go up in the air with him. You had yet to have any sort of success when you flew with Hangman. It always ended up in one or both of you being taken down by Mav. Jake never communicated with you always throwing you off your game. He was so good at making you feel less than.

Today was no different. You heard your name paired with Hangman’s drawing a subtle sigh out of your mouth. You let your head rest against your palm as you thought over your options. You didn’t have a back seater today. Fritz called in sick with the flu leaving you flying solo, something you rarely did. You could beg Mav to switch the teams up or you could deal with it. You opted for the first option.

Heaving your body out of your desk you slowly made your way to your teacher while the rest of the class went to the locker rooms. You really didn’t think you had it in you to deal with Jake today. Not sleeping well the previous night due to getting into a heated argument with an ex-boyfriend all your energy was zapped. Certainly not a good combination to be taking an F-18 up in.

“Mav,” You paused waiting for him to look up to you, continuing only when you had his attention, “Fritz is sick today. Don’t you think another team should go up with Hangman?”

He shook his head looking down at whatever he was working on, “No, Jinx.”

“But I don’t have a wizzo.” You frowned knowing it really didn’t make a damn difference today. You were just running the first half of the course. You didn’t really need Fritz until it was time to train to drop the bomb.

He shrugged, “You’ll fly without a back seater today. Understood?”

Letting out another small huff of annoyance you nodded, “Yes sir.”

“Good, now go get ready. You and Seresin are up first.”

“Course we are.” You nodded leaving the classroom slowly to go get changed. You’d been lucky to avoid being teamed up with him the last few training sessions, but your luck seemed to end today.

Jake was interesting to you. You certainly didn’t hate the man, but he made it so hard to actually enjoy his presence. He always had that stupid cocky grin on his face like nothing could knock it off. You had only seen him slip up with Rooster once other than that he was his usual arrogant self.

Changing quickly, you knew the faster you were up in the air the faster your session would be with Hangman. Exiting the women’s locker room, you made your way to your jet. Going through the pre-flight checklist thoroughly you didn’t hear your teammate approach you.

“Going to be able to keep up today, Jinx?” Jake leaned his frame against your jet taking a full look of you. A soft smile formed when he saw just how focused you were on your task at hand, hardly paying him any attention. He’d never admit it, but he lived for moments like this with you. Moments where he could study you without the world knowing just what he was doing.

He met you at the Hard Deck the night before Top Gun. You seemingly knew Phoenix and Rooster from a previous deployment. You quickly grabbed Jake’s attention with that pretty smile and angelic laugh. Jake swore he could hear your giggle across the bar. A sound so pretty he’d never dare to admit it to anybody.

He grabbed your attention in any way that he could. Even if it meant being the bad guy in your reality. At least you were paying him the attention he craved from you. Quickly, he found what pressed your buttons and made sure to press them whenever he could. Just to get into a debate with you. He loved it. He adored you.

Looking up at the interruption you kept the level head on your shoulders. Trying to do what Phoenix did so gracefully, “Can you just fly the mission? Not pull your usual bullshit Seresin?”

Placing a hand on his chest he feigned hurt, “I’m wounded Jinxie.”

Ignoring him you continued, “Can you? For once.”

Smirking he started sauntering off, like he owned the damn air strip, “Doubtful darling. Gotta be fast.” He threw you a wink before disappearing into his jet.

Rolling your eyes, you tried not to let him get the best of you. It was typical Hangman behavior. One that you would never be able to crack it seemed. You thought maybe you’d be able to in the beginning. You should’ve just listened to Rooster and Phoenix instead of trying with him. All it ended in was arguments every single time you tried to have a normal conversation with the man. You couldn’t lie though, there was something so damn appealing about Jake Seresin that kept you crawling back for more.

Signing off on your paperwork you hopped into your jet. Placing your helmet on you smiled as you took in the front dash. You just loved this. It never ceased to amaze you just how lucky you were. You were able to fly jets across the world. Meeting new people and finding new cultures never got old to you. And you got to fly around on top of it all? You loved every single second of your Naval career. Not having a single regret about all of your adventures.

Taxing onto the runway you waited behind Hangman as he got the all clear. He was Dagger One in this scenario, and you were Dagger Two. Thankfully, all you had to do was keep up with him and not have him on your ass chirping you every five seconds. You hated flying as Dagger One with Hangman as your wingman. It felt like your heart would burst from the sheer stress of trying to deal with him.

You got the all clear taking off finding Hangman in the straightaway. You accelerated already noticing how fast he was moving before you even begun the timed trial. Mav raced in beside the two keeping an eye out, “Two minutes fifteen seconds until target. Time begins when Hangman clocks it. Good luck.” Mav flew off above watching the duo from his eagle eye view.

“Ready Jinx?”

You were honestly surprised he gave you any warning before he took off, “Ready when you are Hangman.”

“Let’s turn and burn baby.” You heard the clock begin. Locking your eyes onto the back of Hangman’s jet you decided he wouldn’t be getting away from you that easily this time.

You kept up for the first thirty seconds before he punched it even further, “Hangman you’re going to fast!” You yelled into your mask trying to accelerate yourself. You started losing him as he only punched it even further.

“You’re not going fast enough!” He countered.

Your eyes lowered knowing he wasn’t going to let up so you sped up as much as your comfort level would allow you, which still wasn’t fast enough, “Hangman slow down!” You began pleading with the asshole pilot.

“Speed up Y/N!”

He never used your real name. He was challenging you. Sighing to yourself you kicked it up a notch not feeling all that great with your speed and closeness to the ground, “I can’t keep up!”

You heard him audibly groan into the comms, “Jesus Jinx, fine.”

Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as his jet dropped speed suddenly. You knew you didn’t have enough time to slow down, or you’d plow right into the back of him. Decelerating at the same time you dipped slightly to avoid crashing right into him, “Shit, Jake what the fuck was that?”

“You said to slow down so I did.” You could practically hear the cockiness lace his voice from a mile away.

“Not like that you fucking asshole.” You sighed this time feeling your heart rate go down a bit. You’d had many close encounters in the jet but nothing like that.

“Hey Jinxie. Calm down.”

“Jesus,” You grumbled positioning your jet back up behind his, “Just go Seresin.”

You weren’t sure what happened but one second you were fine the next your right engine was out and your left one started sputtering, “Fuck.” Internally cursing you didn’t have a back seater to help you talk yourself through the next few minutes. Thankfully your training kicked in.

“Right engine out. No Fire. Restarting. Left engine compromised.” Calmly you spoke into your mask.

“Jinx?” You heard Mav’s voice come in.

“Jinxie what’s wrong?” Hangman’s voice chimed in right after Mavericks. He failed to see you behind him as he sped back up.

Desperately you hit the right combination of buttons, but nothing seemed to feed the engine the fuel it needed. “Shit. Not responding. Climbing to 5,000.” You pulled you plane into the climbing position trying to buy yourself some time.

“Jinx. What’s going on?” Mav sounded concerned.

As you were in the middle of pulling up your heart sank hearing another alarm go off, “Oh shit. Left engine out. No fire. Attempting restart.” You managed to stagger out. Again, you attempted to refuel and refire the engine

Mav came down to your level eyes wide seeing neither of your engines burning, “Jinx eject!” He sounded a bit panicked you noted.

Your training was kicking in though. You had maybe five seconds to try again. After that you’d have to eject or you’d be toast, literally.

“Restarting right and left engine.” Ignoring Mav’s orders, you punched and prayed the engines would respond.

“Jinx eject now!” Maverick commanded you.

“Fuck! Eject Jinxie! Now” You didn’t see Hangman come back around surveying the situation he believed he put you into.

No sign of life from your jet really caused your heart to sink knowing you really only had one option now. Your heart started racing seeing how low to the ground you already were, 2,000 fucking feet. This was going to hurt, “Fuck, ejecting.” You pulled the handle from underneath your seat sending you into the air.

The next thirty seconds felt like a blur as you were free-falling in the air. Your parachute worked it was just terribly disorienting. You’d trained for this but had never had to do it in the field. Shuddering, you heard your jet crash into the desert below. This wasn’t going to be very easy to explain to the admiral.

You knew you were far too low to the ground when you were in the jet to make a graceful landing. You just didn’t expect how bad it would actually hurt once you hit the rocks of the desert below you. You hit the ground hard and fast, the parachute not having the proper amount feet to descend to really break your fall.

Rolling to a stop as the back of your head hit a boulder immediately you knew something wasn’t right. Hardly being able to keep your eyes open you attempted to stand up only falling right back into the same spot you rolled into, “Fuck.” You groaned closing your eyes feeling terribly weak.

You didn’t see any blood on your chest or legs which was a very good sign, but you just couldn’t keep your eyes open. The only way you seemed to stay coherent after cracking your head against the bolder was fluttering your eyes.

Hearing the faint mumbles of Mav and Hangman you couldn’t really make them out. You tried to stand again but miserably failed as your legs shook far too violently to stand on their own. A small tear fell down your face as the feeling of utter defeat began to take over. You had never experienced your body giving out on you so dramatically before. It was humbling when you couldn’t even stand on your own two feet.

Trying to keep your eyes open you focused on the words coming through your comms. You faintly heard Maverick, “Jinx, please copy.”

Before your eyes completely gave out on you, you heard another soft, “Jinxie please!” Sounding awfully familiar to Hangman’s usually annoying voice.

Opening your mouth, you so desperately wanted to let them know you were alive. You were okay. But you just couldn’t seem to get the words out.

“Mav, I didn’t see a parachute, did you?” Shit, they thought you were dead? You were risky but not risky enough to kill yourself.

“I think I did. Fuck. Jinx, please copy.” He tried you one more time a little beside himself. He’d witnessed the entire accident in horrifying detail taking him right back to his own accident from years prior. You pulled your plane up just as Hangman punched it immediately shutting your right engine down and compromising the left with the wash he left behind. He’d seen it several times out in the field but nothing that bad since his own accident.

Frustrated that you couldn’t communicate with your teammates you began to cry more opting you to slide the helmet right off your head to get some fresh air. Feeling a warm trickle down the back of your neck you hesitantly turned your helmet over revealing a rather large crack near the base of it. This was a very bad sign.

Slowly you placed a hand to the back of your skull slightly horrified at the red blood that coated your hand entirely. Fuck. You knew this wasn’t good at all. Trying to stay conscious you unzipped a pant leg off your flight suit planning to use that as a cloth to apply pressure to your head wound.

With all your strength you had left you leaned your head against the boulder placing the piece of flight suit in between praying you had enough pressure to keep you awake while you waited for rescue. Realistically you knew you only had to wait a few minutes before a team of medics were on the way. They were probably already halfway to you. All you had to do now was keep your eyes open. You could do that.

Grabbing your helmet, you decided to listen to the air chatter knowing at the very least it’d keep you focused on something rather than falling into unconsciousness. It pained you to hear the desperate plea’s from not only Hangman and Mav but command as well. It seemed as if everybody was trying to get you to respond.

Again, you attempted to speak only to be met with the utter silence of nothing coming out. It’s like the rock knocked your ability to speak right out of your own head. It was a rather gut-wrenching feeling to not be able to say a word. Just to let them know that you were okay. But you couldn’t. Your body simply refused.

Another few minutes passed which felt like hours as you sat there in the beating sun. Just as you were about to give into the darkness you heard the helicopter above you. Looking over a few vehicles approached in the distance. A small smile flickered on your face knowing they finally made it to you.

Before you knew it a few medics approached you quickly triaging the situation. They realized how incoherent you really were as you tried responding to their questions but couldn’t seem to talk.

“Hey Jinx. We’re going to patch you up alright?” A familiar face leaned down brushing the hair out of your face, “Just try and stay awake, okay?” It clicked that it was your team’s physician. He knew you very well taking your vitals and stats all the time.

“Let them know we’ve got her. Critical care.” You heard him say before placing something cold around your neck.

“You’re going to be alright. We’re taking you to the base hospital.” He smiled softly at you before he gave the next round of orders to his team.

The next while was a blur of you floating in and out of consciousness mixed with tons of people asking you too many questions. None of which you could answer as your voice was still missing.

Finally, you were able to sleep given the okay from a worried looking doctor you’d never seen before. You couldn’t seem to care as unconsciousness swallowed you whole.

The faint beeping brought you out of the deep slumber you were in. Rolling your head to the side you spotted Hangman sleeping in the chair next to your bed. Initial confusion rolled over you and you unfortunately heard the beeping pick up pace rapidly.

The change in background noise brought Hangman out of the light sleep he was in. He had been waiting on you for the last twelve hours or so. Refusing to leave your side until he knew that you were okay.

The initial prognosis given to them wasn’t great. The medics noted you as delirious, out of it, non-responsive before you went out completely. It worried him beyond belief. Especially knowing it was likely his actions that got you here. Mav kept trying to reassure him that it wasn’t his fault, but you got caught up in his jet wash. Just like Mav did all those years ago. It’s a freak occurrence and 99% of the time jets handle it fine. You were just one of the unlucky ones.

He looked over to you seeing your panicked expression. His face softened as he realized how much this must be for you, “Hey Jinx. You’re in the hospital. Do you remember what happened?”

You felt some sense of relief knowing he was real. Sitting right there. You weren’t dreaming. You were back to the land of the living. You nodded recalling having to eject from your jet. You don’t remember much after that though.

“Can you speak?” He scooted the chair closer, so he was right up on the bed, right next to you.

“Yeah.” You managed to croak out. Your throat was feeling rather dry. Likely from all the sand and dirt you inhaled out there.

Grinning at the sound of your voice he grabbed your hand, “Good, let me go get a doctor.” He began to stand up before you stopped him by grabbing at his hand like he just did yours.

“No!”

He paused cocking his head to the side studying you curiously, “Just give me a minute. They’re going to ask a lot of questions and…” You paused not sure if he was even listening. This was Hangman after all. To your utter surprise he had his eyes locked on you, soaking up your every word. You decided to continue, “My head really hurts. I don’t want to talk to them just yet.”

Sighing Hangman looked all too conflicted. What was five minutes anyway? On the other hand, if your head really hurt you that bad why didn’t you want to see a doctor? Didn’t you want the help? Opting to go with your wishes he sat back down making a note of the time, he wasn’t going to give you more than the five minutes you requested.

“Thank you.” You smiled softly seeing him sit there against his better judgement.

“Sure. Are you alright at least?”

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath in, “I’m okay. I just don’t feel great.”

“You scared us up there. You scared me.” He admitted whispering it almost so you couldn’t here.

Mustering a small halfhearted laugh, “Like you really care Seresin.” His face dropped immediately after your comment. Meaning it in more of a joking manner you didn’t think he’d take you so seriously.

“Why would you say that? Of course, I care Y/N.”

“One less pilot you have to deal with.” You kept trying to joke with him, but he wasn’t letting you. Taking it far more seriously than you were.

Shaking his head he grabbed your hand, “Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

He groaned. Frustrated that he wasn’t so great at showing real emotion, “Acting like I don’t care. I do care. A lot.”

“You have a funny way of showing it.” It slipped out way faster than intended. You didn’t want to make him feel like a total asshole, but your concussed brain had other ideas.

Head down Jake sighed, “I’m sorry Jinxie. I really am. I never would have thought… I wouldn’t have done that if I would have known…”

“It’s okay Jake.” You shushed him. You had never seen this side of the cocky Jake Seresin before. You weren’t even sure if Jake had a more human side to him. All it took was you nearly cracking your head open to get him there. Who would’ve known?

He shook his head, “It’s not though. What happened to you. Seeing your plane go into freefall and not seeing you eject was hell Y/N. And then you didn’t respond? Mav and I could only think the worst.” His stare could have bore holes into the back of your head.

Cheeks heating up you turned away from him, “Well, I’m still here.”

Jake smiled picking your hand back up feeling the urge to have you close, “Thank goodness for that.”

Stitching your eyebrows together you looked him over, “You going soft on us?”

“Not on us.”

“What?” You asked him sincerely.

“Only for you.”

Sucking in another breath you turned on your side to face him completely, “What do you mean?”

“I can’t lose you Y/N.”

Where was all of this coming from? While you had to admit he was an incredibly attractive guy you never thought in a million years he’d be going for you. All the two of you did was bicker back and forth. Sure, it never got nasty but the two of you could never agree on the same thing. Not even toppings on a pizza. There always had to be an argument between the two of you.

“Are you saying you like me Jake?” eyeing him curiously you couldn’t take your eyes off of him as you anxiously waited for his answer.

He looked up at you. Studying your face for any sign of contempt. For any sign that your repulsed by the sheer fact that not only did he have a full-on crush on you. He was sure he just might love you to.

Nodding his head in agreement it he finally admitted it out loud, “Yes Jinxie. I like you.”

Smiling to him you grabbed one of his hands this time, “You know we aren’t in middle school anymore Jake.”

“Hmm?”

“If you like someone you can be nice to them. You know instead of making them eject and landing them in the hospital.”

Chucking he looked you right in the eyes, “I’m sorry Y/N. Would you give me a chance to prove I’m not a middle school boy?”

Returning his laugh you squeezed his hand, “I’d love to get to know adult Jake.”

“Friday. 6 o’clock. I’m picking you up and taking you out to a nice dinner.”

Raising your eyebrows you took another long look at him, “I can’t wait.”

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Sacred New Beginnings- Chapter 9

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A/N- Ok yall! We have one more chapter left in our series, thank you guys so much for all the love! I’ve gotten such a kick out of seeing people go through the series in my notifications, it’s so nice to know you guys love these characters like I do.

Pairing- Jake “Hangman” Seresin x reader (oc Stormy)

Warnings- Drinking, Smut, Language

Song inspo- You are in love- Taylor Swift, All your’n- Tyler Childers

It had been a tough few months but you’d graduated PT and therapy and finally had been cleared to fly again. Stepping onto the tarmac felt surreal, you’d been so scared that you would never get to do this again, the thought had almost been too much to bear, but as you and Viper loaded into the jet everything that troubled you fell away and it was like no time had passed at all.

Jake was on a flight of his own, but definitely not enjoying it as much as you. He was pretty sure all pilots hated flying on commercial flights, any plane that he wasn’t in charge of made him uneasy but it was all worth it to get to spend the weekend with you. Your squadron was hosting a ball and awards ceremony to honor everyone that had flown in the mission a few months ago, they’d given everyone time to heal and with you and Viper being cleared for duty it was high time to celebrate. His mother had stayed with you for a few weeks to get you settled and she couldn’t stop gushing over how much she adored you, the thought of placing his grandmother’s ring ever present in his mind knowing that you had fit so seamlessly into his life, he still felt like he was dreaming sometimes when he looked at you if he was honest, somehow he’d gotten everything he’d ever wanted.

When they stepped into their hotel room for the weekend he had to say the navy had pulled out all the stops, the super swanky hotel was right on the beach and had a beautiful view of the coast. That wasn’t all he was looking at because as you stepped out onto the balcony he watched you slip out of your little sundress and smirk at him, barely covered in your tiny black lingerie as you beckoned him to come outside. “What have you got cooking in that brain of yours Stormy girl?” He said as he ran his hands all over your body and watched your eyes light up as you shivered into his touch. “It’s such a pretty night, I was thinking…Maybe you should bend me over the railing and fuck me right here? What do you think?” You said as you bit your lip and hitched your leg around the curve of his ass, he groaned at the feeling of your core pressed to his shorts, gripping your chin so he could kiss you, running his tongue along yours as you ground yourself on him. You were so in love with him, the distance was getting harder every day that he was away and having him in your arms made you never want to let him leave. He made good on your suggestion, pressing you against the cool iron railing as the sounds of the waves swallowed up your cries of your pleasure.

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Waking up to him was always bittersweet these days, knowing you would have to send him back tomorrow night made it even more painful to untangle yourself from him. You almost had him persuaded into going out for breakfast but he insisted that room service and morning sex would be so much better, and how could you say no to that?

“Jake we have to get up at some point, I don’t think that they’re going to let me miss this ceremony and I certainly can’t go dressed in a sheet” you said as he tried to pull you back into the bed sometime around three, the puppy dog eyes and pouty lips were almost enough to make you climb back in but you needed to shower and start getting ready for this afternoon. “I can just give you a world’s best girlfriend award and show you how much I love you, isn’t that better than getting dressed up and rubbing elbows with officers all night?” You dropped your sheet as you stepped towards the bathroom and gave him as stern a look as you could without laughing, he was already peeling the blanket back to follow you, the man was insatiable and you loved it even if it did make you late. “If you can be on your best behavior tonight I’ll let you hold me hostage in bed until your flight tomorrow, but in the meantime get your sexy ass in the shower, that’s an order.” He didn’t need to be told twice, throwing you over his shoulder and taking full advantage of the roomy hotel bathroom.

He had finally let go of you long enough for the two of you to get dressed, you had opted out of your dress uniform in favor of a slinky green floor length gown, almost perfectly matching Jake’s eyes, reveling in the way he followed you with his gaze as you crossed the room to step into your heels. “You’re making it harder and harder for me to go back to Miramar darlin’, remind me again why you didn’t let me push for that transfer?” You just shook your head as you fixed his tie, “Because Top Gun is your dream and I would never forgive myself if I was the reason you left.” He pulled you close to meet your eyes, pressing a kiss to your nose and taking a shaky breath, he was kicking himself for not bringing the ring with him, a proposal seemed to be on his mind every second these days. “Baby, Top Gun was the dream and it has been everything but not for the reason you think. It brought me you, everything else is just icing on the cake. I’ll gladly go wherever if that means I get to come home to you every night, you just say the word and I’ll make it happen.” You blinked back tears and whispered “You’d give it up just like that?”

“Just like that Stormy girl, you’re my dream now.”

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Watching you cross the ballroom to receive your commendation medal was definitely the proudest moment of Jake’s life so far, he’d received his own during the Uranium mission years ago but watching you recover and thrive after the hell of your accident was unlike anything he’d ever seen. You had been determined to get back to where you were and you hadn’t let anyone stop you, pushing forward to become even better than before. You’d been buzzing with excitement when you made it back to your table, Viper clapping the loudest of them all as he ushered you into his arms for a bear hug. Jake had worried he’d be jealous of whoever took his place as your pilot but after getting to know him he couldn’t be more grateful that the two of you had each other’s back, he could confidently say Viper had become a good friend. Once the ceremony ended the dance floor began to flood with couples as the dj began to perform, viper quickly scooping you up with a wild grin. “You mind if I take your girl for a spin Seresin? Time to see if all that PT healed her of her two left feet” he cackled and you playfully punched his arm, blowing Jake a kiss as you went.

He made some small talk with a few of your friends and then excused himself to grab another beer, but as he was standing in line he caught someone behind him saying your name. “You do know who she is right?” “Yea yea, Admiral Simpson’s beloved goddaughter, whatever dude. She’s hot as hell, she just needs a little more alcohol in her. I bet I could get her into bed with me no problem.” “Dude, you’re a fucking idiot, number one she’s a highly decorated WSO, for two from what I hear she’s taken.” “Bro, do you see a ring or a boyfriend? Come on man be for real, whoever she’s seeing isn’t here so he obviously isn’t that concerned, he’s probably got a side piece wherever he’s at anyway. I’m shooting my shot.” Before the idiot in question could get more than two steps forward he’s spun around by a strong arm, an arm that belongs to a very pissed off looking Jake “Hangman” Seresin. “Oh holy shit, it’s the hangman! Dude you’re legendary, heard so much about you, thought you were at top gun though, what’re you doing slumming it down here in Florida?” This guy was clearly short of a few brain cells, and Jake was more than willing to beat a few more out of him after hearing the awful shit he was spewing about the love of his life.

“Ensign..Wilson is it? First of all if I ever hear you talking about a superior officer in the manner you were speaking I will make sure you never see the inside of a jet in your lifetime, secondly since you seemed so invested in Lt. l/n’s love life let me set the record straight. She’s my girlfriend, and if you so much as look her way again I’ll feed you your own eyes, got me?” The Ensign looked at Jake like he might piss himself, nodded his head and scurried away as fast as possible. Good, he thinks, maybe putting the fear of God in these idiots will teach them to keep their thoughts to themselves, maybe they’ll even spread the word that you’re taken, he knows you can handle yourself but he is only human, he can’t help but get a little possessive over what’s his.

Looking back across the ballroom he sees you being spun along the floor by Viper and his husband Theo, Jake can’t help but smile so hard his cheeks hurt at the sight, you’ve been through hell the past few months and he couldn’t be more proud of you. He made a mental note to see that Ensign Wilson got his ass handed to him for conduct unbecoming an officer and then swooped in to pull you into his arms for a dance.

It never got easier sending him back to California, and no matter how hard you tried you still ended up crying in his arms by TSA, pressing kisses to exposed skin and whispering I love yous until he had no choice but to go or he’d miss his flight.

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Monday morning when you stepped into your office building Viper snatched you up, pressing a coffee into your hand as he ushered you down the hall. “Luke what the hell is going on?! I thought we had a class to teach today?” He was practically bouncing as he walked, but he couldn’t keep a secret to save his life so he skidded to a stop to spill his guts. “There’s a rumor going around that there’s a slot open at Top Gun, I don’t know how real it is but we have to be in Admiral Thompson’s office asap for a meeting. Don’t get your hopes up kid but we may be heading to the west coast.” You couldn’t contain your squeal of excitement, all but dragging him down the hall to find out what the big meeting was about.

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Jake was starting to worry if he was honest with himself, you’d been distant the past two weeks since he got back home, always seeming to be busy with one thing or another and never having much time to talk. He’d found out there was a new team being organized on base and he’d wanted to talk to you about it, wondering if maybe you could use the opportunity to ask your godfather for a transfer back but he hadn’t had the chance to bring it up. When he’d texted earlier you said you’d be in meetings all day, but it was nearly 10 pm and there hadn’t been a peep from you since. He mulled around the house, finishing his laundry and washing his dinner dishes when he heard his doorbell go off. Who the hell would be here this late? He grumbled about common courtesy as he crossed the hall and unlocked the door, only to find you on his porch, three giant bags of luggage and a huge smile on your face.

“Baby- what the hell are you-“ he looked bewildered as you stood there and held up a bottle of champagne, and why did you have so much luggage? It was like you’d brought everything you owned.

“That new team coming to Miramar? You’re looking at their newest WSO. I’m sorry I’ve been so busy but I was hoping to make it up to you…What would you say to me moving in?” You giggled and threw yourself into his arms, you’d been worried that he would be upset with you for keeping it a secret but with the way he barely let you get in the door before he started trying to pull your clothes off you knew he was happy. You didn't have to make the long distance work anymore, finally, finally you and Jake could really start your future.

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Patty Munson

note: a potential series if you guys want it! so please, let me know your thoughts and if you like my version of eddie’s daughter, named after pat benatar!

warnings: mentions of an absent parent, single dad!eddie, and language.

Patty Munson was the exact replica of her dad. From her looks to her attitude, you knew she was the daughter of Eddie Munson. With curly, jet black hair and doe, brown eyes, she had a spit fire attitude that raised a brow with strangers.

She didn’t like her vegetables like him, either, but Eddie always made sure she ate them off her little plate. “Eat at least some of it, Patty.” He’d say.

She started cursing at four, and though Eddie tried to correct her when she’d say something inappropriate at the age of five, he always had a laugh about it when she wasn’t around.

“Look at this crazy bastard, daddy!” She had said, holding up a fish that Uncle Wayne had helped her catch. Wayne shook his head, laughing quickly behind her with a hand to her back, making sure she didn’t slip in the mud.

“Patricia.” He tried to keep his voice from shaking from a choked laugh. “What did I say about grown up words?”

She was an extremely stubborn child. She liked doing things herself, absolutely everything. She was a daredevil, another thing she’d gotten from him. She almost always threw a fit when she had to hold his hand when crossing the street. He had just began letting her get the mail down at the driveway by herself, and she was smiling widely the whole walk down there.

Her mom had left Patty to him after she’d delivered her, and Eddie hadn’t heard from her since. It was hard raising her alone, especially in the beginning, suffering from a broken heart. If it hadn’t been for Wayne and his friends, he surely would have crumbled.

She didn’t talk much about the fact she didn’t have a mom around, but Eddie knew one day she’d start asking questions. The idea of it made him sick to his stomach.

She liked her dad’s tattoos. She colored on some of them sometimes with markers. He had outlines, line work, of tattoos that “need pretty pink color, daddy.”.

When she was a baby, she pulled on his hair all the time. Never Steve’s or Nancy’s. Always dad’s. Eddie never had trouble with the terrible two’s, however three was a particular rough age. She was sick a lot then. Nothing serious, but it always seemed she had a cold or some sort of allergy. He took of work a lot during that time and lost money he didn’t have to loose, but he made it work. He quickly learned that as a parent, you somehow always found a way to manage. It was a superpower.

She was a good kid. She didn’t cry much as a baby, and when she does cry, it’s usually when she’s tired. She hates naps, but anytime she pouts and her lip pulls down, her eyes start to water and she stomps her foot, Eddie knows she’s ready to take a nap. He can almost always bribe her to lay down with reading a story to her.

Anytime she tries a new food, he always makes sure they’re at the parking lot of the hospital, paranoid you’re going to be allergic to something he’s given you. He also learned that being a parent takes years off your life. You’re scared all the time, yet you’ve never been happier. You love like you’ve never loved before. It was the most joyous, powerful thing he’d ever felt. Patty was the love of his life.

She always wants to go to work with dad. She doesn’t like school much. Yet another thing she got from Eddie. She’s good at her letters and numbers, has friends, but more often than not she’s being send home with a note about cursing in class or saying something out of turn.

Her first day of school was hard on both of them. She didn’t understand why dad couldn’t stay. He tried to make it seem like a playdate with all her friends, just a really long play date. He almost cried on the way home, hating the way she cried with her teacher when he left. It was like that everyday for the first week of school, becoming easier over time,

The first time Eddie punished her he could barely do it. He’d told her she couldn’t watch tv before bed. She’d gotten angry and cussed at him. He almost backed down, because it was his fault she learned the words anyways. But he stayed strong, though her tears tore him up on the inside, thinking that she would hate him forever. Another thing he learned, kids got over things quickly.

Patty and Eddie were best friends, two peas in a pod. They were the dictionary definition of father and daughter. He loved nothing more on planet earth than her, and he knew now, that his life finally had meaning.

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My Interpetation of The Southern Raiders: Part 2 – Zuko

Warning: The views expressed in this analysis will be somewhat uncritical of Zuko. If you aren't likely to agree, you aren't going to enjoy this post. This is your chance to leave. I probably won't have a debate for personal reasons.

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This is the second part out of a three part series trying to answer every question posed by the discourse on The Southern Raiders. If I take some things for granted, it's because I discussed them in part 1, in which I delve into A\ang's role in the episode. Today, I'll set my sights on Zuko.

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1. Was Zuko a negative influence on Katara?

No, he did not. When Zuko merely presents the possibility of tracking her mother’s killer, it cuts through her reply right to her already leaving. In literature, what isn’t in the text holds no relevance and is to be disregarded as mere speculation. We don’t see Zuko convincing her, therefore he had no influence on her, and that she made the choices she did because she wanted to.

All Zuko did later on was defend a decision Katara already made on her own. And in both the first and second disagreements with Aang she had the last word. Ergo she was making her own choice.

Additionally, before they enter the room of who they think was her mother’s killer, Zuko asks her if she’s ready. And when she finally spares Yon Rha, he supports her decision. If he were to influence her, he wouldn’t have done either of these things. He only wanted to help Katara heal and never brought up anything that wasn’t already there.

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2. Was Zuko being too harsh on Aang?

(1) That's cute, but this isn't air temple preschool. It's the real world.

(2) [Forgiveness]'s the same as doing nothing!

(3) Okay, we'll be sure to do that, guru goody-goody.

He was definitely disrespectful towards Aang's culture, although his disrespectful remarks are a response to Aang’s own disrespect, imposing his beliefs onto Katara. And he didn’t say that until after Aang compared Katara to Jet. It was still wrong to come after the Air Nomad teachings, but they’re not as insulting as people paint them to be.

And it’s not like he didn’t take them back by the end of the episode. Zuko had good intentions, made a mistake and learned from it. That’s how characters grow, through mistakes. (More on that later).

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3. What motivated Zuko to find Yon Rah?

He wanted to earn Katara’s trust. The show makes it explicitly clear.

Zuko: What can I do to make it up to you?

And so later:

Zuko: Katara mentioned it before when we were imprisoned together in Ba Sing Se, and again just now when she was yelling at me. I think somehow she's connected her anger at that to her anger at me.

I’ve seen many describe this motive as selfish or manipulative, but I have to disagree. He has no reason to do anything to earn Katara’s trust. He saved her life on that very day, is fully accepted into the GAang, and in this episode he found out that some of her anger at him is rooted in projection. But he still goes out of his way to do the impossible, to give Katara the closure she needs in order to put faith in him.

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4. Why did Zuko think revenge\murder would help Katara?

Katara is a kind soul and murder wouldn’t have helped her heal, but Zuko had good reasons to think it would have. He didn’t know Katara’s soul, she didn’t even consider him a colleague, at that point she hated him. However, he did see Sokka killing Combustion Man in The Western Air Temple. So he has no way of knowing whether revenge would help, but he’s under the impression that murder isn’t a big taboo at least for some of the GAang. (Edit: Katara threatened to take his life 3 episodes ago. He had every reason to believe murder could help her).

Moreover, he knows that the person who took his mother away from him will receive justice, and that it helps him sleep at night. Katara doesn’t have that, Yon Rha retired in peace. So he offers her the justice he knows helps him.

But the main reason why he thinks revenge would help Katara, is that she told him it will. Zuko plays a largely passive role in the episode, simply assisting Katara in whatever way he can.He’s only fulfilling Katara’s wishes, and she told him that her wish is to seek justice on “the monster”.

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5. Did the trip have an effect on Zuko?

It did. By the end of the episode, Zuko delivers the following line:

This is an important part of his arc of unlearning the Fire Nation’s black and white philosophy that values aggression above all else. He comes around to Air Nomad pacifism and non violent solutions from seeing them work first hand. And as the good (redeemed) person that he is, he admits he was wrong and changes his views. He grew as a character to become a better version of himself.

Edit: As I stated previously, Zuko didn't really know Katara until they went on the trip, which is part of why he thought murder could be of help. Now that he'd seen her journey in the episode, he knows her quite well (and won't make such offers again).

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In conclusion, despite the somewhat questionable nature of Zuko's actions in "The Southern Raiders", his underlying good intentions shine through. His role was not a devil on Katara’s shoulder, but a natural force backing up whatever decision she makes. And this allows him to emerge with a valuable lesson learned.

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CUBSCARIAN MINI GOLFING FIC WOOOOOOO YEAAAAHHA YIPPEEEEE WOOOOAAGAGG

Personally, Scar’s ideas of breaking down barriers of discomfort for the seeds of friendship to blossom and grow did not involve watching Cub blast a mostly naked Grian with a shower hose in their tiny bathtub but, well, Cub was already handing him the shower head.

Grian’s wings were fluffed out just about as big as they went, hair flat against his head from the moments Cub had ‘accidentally’ sprayed him in the face, these accidents lasting for seconds at a time before he’d move the jets back to Grian’s flaky wings. Scar hesitated, water ricocheting off the base of the tub while he tried to decide which areas of Grian’s wings needed the most work.

“Come on, Scar! I can take it!”

Cub snorted, unflinching when Grian flapped his wings and sent water flying everywhere in a torrential wave, Scar yelping in turn.

“Will you stop doing that!?”

“I’m taking my shirt off,” Cub deadpanned, though the end was drowned out by more of Grian’s shouting.

“I’m ready, Scar! I want it!”

“Don’t be weird about it!”

Cub mumbled something about a noise complaint while Grian opened his mouth to say something else, but only a sharp squawk left his throat when Scar lifted the shower head to spray his back with panicked non-accuracy.

“Cold!”

Standing near the faucet, Cub snickered.

And that’s how it went for the most part. After the shower fiasco which ended with Scar and Cub being just as drenched as Grian was, Cub set Grian up by a space heater, the other fanning his wings in the heat and basking with a small smile and closed eyes.

“He says he hates these days,” Cub mumbled, a similar smile threatening to cross his face, “but you should know he just loves to be pampered. He looks forward to it.”

“Watch it.” Grian said, but he did not turn around, nor refute any further.

Cub smiled for real then, but relaxed into a contented neutrality, eyeing Scar and speaking softer, “Thank you for coming. For coming back, even with.. I’m sorry, is all I mean. For pushing. I’m really glad you’re here.” If Grian heard, he didn’t say anything.

“It’s no problem at all! Really, this was a delight through and through,” Scar said, even though all three of them knew that was a flat out lie, but they lent him the favor of pretending, “I’m always excited to be invited over, always, always. A few bumps in the road changes none of that, nope! Just me, getting in my head.” Cub didn’t look entirely satisfied with that, but Scar didn’t particularly want to hear what he had to say on the matter, so he barreled on instead, “I’ll probably start heading out though! I take it you two will be fine on your own?”

“No!” Scar jumped when Grian shouted, Cub looking almost nearly as alarmed. “You’re not going anywhere, Scar, we need to go mini golfing!”

“I- Today?”

“Grian,” Cub sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “No, not today.”

“We have to! He’s never been!”

“I- I mean I wouldn’t be opposed!” Scar cut in, not wanting to squander this opportunity, “But Cub’s arm is broken- that wouldn’t be fair, you need both of those-“

“That’s exactly why we have to go now. I’ll never win if Cub’s in tip-top shape! You’ll never beat him either, Scar, we have to act immediately before it’s too late!”

“Is he that good?”

“My arm will still be broken tomorrow- Scar, just head out for now. Grian and I still have some work to do on his wings once they’re dry. The actual preening, straightening things out and applying all the oil and supplements to the feathers- it’ll be another hour at least, maybe two.”

“If I have to sit still for two hours I’ll kill you.”

Scar considered the room, Grian’s energy sticking to the air and riling Scar up similarly. Mini golf! They had to go! Though right now, he didn’t particularly want to stay for the preening. “Well, maybe I go home for a bit then, bring the extra waffles and return to pick you up later? We can get ice cream!”

“And mini golf!”

“Scar, you do not have to do this. Actually, I’m making the executive decision this is not happening today. We’ll see about tomorrow, I need to double check my work schedule.” Grian opened his mouth to protest, but Cub cut him off, “I don’t want to hear it. We will talk later.” And that was a little terrifying, but Grian only huffed, keeping whatever he had planned on saying to himself. Cub’s voice addressing Scar brought his attention back, “Go home. Rest up, and if you’re working tonight, then good luck. I’ll see you later.” Briefly, Cub held his hand, a little awkward, a little uncoordinated, but the gesture was there, and as the adrenaline of THING THING THING began to wear off, Scar appreciated his insistence.

“I’ll see both of you tomorrow,” Scar clicked his tongue with a short finger gun, and Cub rolled his eyes, Grian falling dramatically over as if he’d been shot.

“You’d better,” Grian said from the floor, ignoring the sharp look from Cub. Scar smiled, skipping to grab the extra waffles from the counter and heading to the door. This was good. Take a day, cool off, and tomorrow he could be back to business. Business- friendship. Project: Be Friends. Please.

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“Scar, there is no reason ever that you should ever wind back that far for any reason in any mini golf course. Ever.”

Scar was getting the impression that this outing was becoming quite stressful for Cub, though he wasn’t quite sure why. He’d seen people golf before, he knew how it was meant to be done. At least Grian seemed to be having a good time, looking all amused and adorable with his delightful wing sweaters and funny little visor as all three of them lingered at the practice hole while Scar got his bearings. Actually, Cub had a visor too- they matched! Scar had never needed an article of clothing so badly RIGHT NOW in his entire life. No one told him there was a uniform!

“I’m feeling left out,” he sighed, swinging his club to a horrified inhale from Cub, the ball flying directly out of the brick edges that lined the green, hitting a metal fence post with a loud clang, then bouncing back on the concrete, back onto the green and directly into one of the three holes. Grian had stopped looking amused, a similar look of pale terror etched into his face. Scar didn’t see why. He’d done it! Not that this gave him any satisfaction, not when they were adorable and matching and he was sad and visor-less. What would the people think when they saw the three of them, Scar so utterly lacking in comparison. “I want a cute hat.”

“If you promise to never do that again, I will buy you as many cute hats as you want,” Cub breathed, looking very much like the many street cats Scar had approached too quickly, stomping in his excitement.

“You don’t have to buy for me. I just want to match.”

“You want a visor? Seriously?” Grian half-laughed, though some semblance of fear remained. Grian took his own off, twirling it around his finger before jumping on his toes to plop it right on Scar’s head. “There you go, bud.”

“No! But now you don’t have one!”

“I’ll survive.”

“You can’t golf without a visor,” Cub shrugged, Scar gasping at the same time Grian scoffed.

“Well it’s a good thing we aren’t golfing. Mini golf is a completely different ballgame. And you don’t need a visor to do it. I especially don’t need one to crush both of you.”

Cub rolled his eyes, “Sure, with my broken arm and Scar’s never having played before. Come back when the playing field is level and we’ll see how you fare.”

Grian huffed, “Obviously I can’t win if the playing field is level! That’s why we’re golfing now!”

“Mini-golfing.”

“Shut up!”

“Well I think I’m ready,” Scar cut in, not caring very much to listen to them fight, “Can we go to the first hole now?” The look both Cub and Grian gave him suggested they thought otherwise, but Grian broke the trance, shrugging as he spun his putter between his fingers.

“Why not. Let’s get this show on the road.”

The whole course was zoo themed and the first hole was no exception, meerkat statues ‘running’ across the way, their little leaps leaving room for a golf ball to roll under. Very cute, in Scar’s opinion, and he was eager to get started, readying his ball and just about to swing before Cub snatched his arms.

“Stop.” Cub looked like he’d seen a ghost, making Scar wonder if there was a spider or something on his shirt- was Cub scared of bugs? Behind them, Grian giggled, which Scar deftly ignored.

“Cubby, you don’t have to worry about any sort of creepy crawlies, I’m immune to most venom from most all creatures anyway.”

“What are you talking about- no, Scar, I’m going to teach you- Just stand still.” Scar didn’t get much of a choice as Cub manhandled him into a different position, but hey, he didn’t have any complaints about being touched. He hadn’t quite seen this side of Cub before, taking all this control. Silly, silly. “Scar, are you listening?”

No. “Yup!”

“Okay, well you’re going to stand just like that when you putt the ball. Mini golf isn’t about hitting it hard, it’s about control, and you can’t control the ball if you swing as far as you want to. Watch me, alright? I’ll show you how.” Cub set his ball down, standing just as he’d shown Scar and gently putting the ball right through one of the meerkats. It lipped the hole, rolling just inches away.

“Washed.” Grian snickered.

“My arm is broken.” Cub bit back, though it was good natured, rolling his eyes as he walked to the other side of the course, tapping the ball in. “Two.” He pulled a card out of his pocket, writing it down.

“You know, I could keep score this time-“ but Grian didn’t even get to finish.

“No.”

“Okay! My turn!” Without Cub in his way being silly, Scar was able to hit the ball properly, Cub letting out a startled shriek Scar had never heard before as the ball popped up off of one of the meerkats, moving the statue slightly off its post and bouncing back towards Scar at an odd angle. Scar yelped, bringing his club up in his defense, though he wasn’t quite fast enough to stop the club from hitting him in the face when the ball collided with it, leaving him too dazed to see it bounce back on the green, over each meerkat and directly into the first hole. Huh. Not bad! Grian and Cub were silent, Grian gaping while Cub just stared at the hole, face unreadable.

“I guess that makes two,” Cub said, finally.

Scar huffed, crossing his arms. “You guys are reacting like what I just did was not extremely fucking awesome.”

“It was lucky,” Grian spat back, though less vitriolic and more baffled, “Lucky you didn’t kill anyone, and even luckier you got it in the hole. I feel like this deserves some sort of penalty.”

Cub shrugged. “Besides crimes against god, nothing was technically wrong.. hit the club twice though. So two.”

“I am being seriously under-appreciated right now. That was not luck. Neither of you know what pure skill looks like.”

“Right,” Grian huffed, I’ll show you skill.” Grian set down his ball, lining himself up and putting just as Cub did, but this time, the ball went directly into the hole. “And there you have it.”

Scar clapped, which seemed to invoke some sort of confused reaction out of Grian until Cub tapped Scar’s arm, scowling, “Don’t feed his ego too much, he might just explode.”

“It was a good shot!” Scar felt the need to defend, though that simmered down when Grian sneered, snickering.

“Mhm!”

Scar was getting the sense that the two of them might be a little bit competitive. Oh well! With Scar between them, he’d make sure to keep the fun- the peace- whatever. And they were going to be so impressed with him. Socks knocked clean off. ‘Wow, Scar, you’re so awesome and you’re so good at golfing!’ Grian would say, swooning probably, and Cub would nod stoically like he was, but inside he would be going absolutely crazy over him, cartoon hearts and the like. Maybe Cub would hold his hand and not let go, even when it was Scar’s turn to golf, but that would be okay, Scar could work around the challenge. If his score paid the price, then that would have to be okay! But if he still excelled, Cub would be even more impressed, he’d lean in, give Scar a little peck on the cheek, tell him he’s pretty and perfect- Grian would tell them to get a room but internally he’d definitely be a little jealous because Cub has such a cool, awesome boyfriend. But that was okay, because in just a few days time Grian would approach him and say ‘Scar, you are my very best friend and I am madly in love with you and also Cub but also you,’ and Scar would go ‘Wow! I was thinking the same thing! This is awesome!’ (Scar wasn’t yet, but he would be, trust) and then Grian would go ‘Yeah! And also I’m sorry I said your merch was ugly, it’s not ugly it’s actually really cool and I think you should make a hOtgUy visor so all three of us can wear them when we go mini golfing,’ and then Scar would say-

“Scar. It’s your turn.”

Scar blinked when Cub addressed him, not remembering walking to the second hole. He and Grian were standing at the end, waiting, it looked like. Well! He didn’t want to slow them down! Scar set down his ball, striking it before Cub could finish yelling at him to stop and sending it richoshetting between three trees, bark splintering everywhere before the ball bounced innocently back onto the green. Unfortunately, it missed its mark by just a few feet, and Scar had to hit it five more times before getting it in. It was just hard to focus when Grian and Cub were staring at him like that! He found himself looking more at them than the ball!

“What the fuck.” Grian said, which Scar internally supplemented with ‘That was awesome!’

“..Six.” Cub mumbled after. Yeah. Not Scar’s most impressive showing. He’d get them next time!

Scar didn’t get the chance to ‘get them’ on his next turn, Cub nearly tackling him to the ground to stop him from hitting the ball and forcing him to do it the stupid way by attaching himself to Scar’s arms. A surprise kiss bought Scar enough time to shoot his shot on hole four, scooping Cub off his feet and hoisting him over his shoulder worked for hole five, though the distraction of Cub kicking and screaming led to three tries before he got it in. But picking Cub up wasn’t going to work for every hole, Scar needed Cub to see how cool he was, so for six and seven he convinced Grian to use Cub as a meat shield lest a stray ball kill him instantly (avians and their brittle bones, you understand). On hole eight Cub was too busy beating Grian with his club to stop a fantastic hole in one from Scar.

“No one is this lucky! No one! No one is this lucky!” Grian held his hair in fists after hole nine, but he was only coping because he was losing, and Scar continued on to hole ten unconcerned. It turned out winning was fun! Watching Cub and Grian shit themselves over his underdog sweep was deeply satisfying as well, a sort of sick enjoyment Scar didn’t find himself indulging in very often.

“I think I need to kill myself.” Cub said after hole thirteen, then spent Scar’s turns on holes fourteen through sixteen huddled in a ball on the ground covering his head with his hands.

“Cubby. Cubby Cub.” Scar picked him up under the arms holding Cub out in front of him. “It’s okay. No one’s going to hurt you. It’s cool, isn’t it?”

“You’re going to kill someone.”

“I’m not. It’s completely under control.”

“Nothing about this is under control. Nothing.”

“Come on, Cubby, humans are good at this kind of thing. Good at calculating how far something’s gonna go, knowing how hard to hit or throw to put a ball in a certain position. It’s not luck, Cub, our brains are doing all the work without us even realizing it! Isn’t that incredible? There’s a reason HotGuy never misses.”

“That is just not true, HotGuy misses all the time,” Grian cut in, but Scar waved him off.

Cub drew his hands over his face, straining, “You’re not- none of that is necessarily untrue, but brains are not that precise. Humans are not that precise. No one is that precise. Not only that, but no one thinks multiple steps ahead, you have no idea what’s going to happen after the ball hits that first tree- first statue- anything.”

“I do!”

“You don’t.”

“I do. You just watched me for like an hour. You have no idea the kind of things they did to me.”

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“That sounded more ominous than I intended. I didn’t mean that in a bad way. I just meant that they experimented on me like. A lot. Even on parts of me that weren’t affected by the accident, they kinda thought I was going to die or at least not wake up again, so..”

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Scar grimaced. “That makes it sound worse.”

“Sounds just as bad as it is, bud,” Grian mumbled, which didn’t help to ease any of the tension at all.

“This is stupid! It’s fine!” Scar dropped Cub, the other stumbling on his feet, “They made me cool. I can do cool shit now! I can make mini golf trick shots and impress my friends and win games and shoot bad guys and the whole world can watch me and love me for it.”

Scar huffed in the following silence, frustration pulling the threat of tears, but he couldn’t let that stop him, he wouldn’t, because he was going to show them that this was worth it. He set the ball down.

“I’m going to hit this ball. It’s going to roll up the truck of that elephant, knock the branch up there, fall back toward me, I’m going to hit it again, midair, it’ll pop up, land directly into the hole, then bounce right out, and I’ll have to hit it one more time to get it in the hole. Which makes three, by Cub’s reasoning. Could do one, but I’m not trying to bore you.”

“Scar, you don’t have to-“

Scar swung. He missed. He swung again. The ball careened up the trunk, hitting the branch above and slowing its descent back toward Scar, just like he knew it would. He swung up, hitting the ball once more with the blunt of the club, launching it skyward until something squawked. And then someone else squawked when the ball, lightly bloodied, hit Grian square in the head.

“Fuck!”

“Shit-“ Cub said at nearly the same time, going to Grian while Scar stood in a stiff silence. Scar wasn’t looking at Grian.

It was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Unlucky, that Scar hadn’t noticed it. Unlucky, that Scar had missed the first swing.

It was an accident.

A sparrow. An unremarkable bird really, a pest to many. That being said, most people were unremarkable, weren’t they, their value weighed only in what others thought of them, in the money those that loved them held. How much was this bird valued? It was risky business, that, being valued. It’s human nature to want it, to crave adoration and security from the world around you. It’s also possible to be loved too much. Or.. Was that really love?

It was a good thing this bird died instantly. Or else someone might come along and try to save it.

Scar spotted his ball, brightly colored out of the corner of his eye. It was a tough shot; it had landed in the grass. He figured he could get it in safely in two hits. He walked past Grian. One. Back on the green, close but not too close to the bricks that lined it. Two. Right in the hole.

“That makes four,” he called, with little heart. Grian puffed up, looking ready to bite back, but stopped short when he met Scar’s eye. He backed off. Lowered his wings. God that just made Scar angry.

“You’re losing.” Scar sneered, similar in tone to Cub and Grian’s banter, but he had yet to engage directly until now, “Even Cub’s beating you, and he’d have to really fudge the last hole for you to bring it back.”

Neither of them responded. Grian didn’t even flinch, eyes only narrowing gently, glancing to the side, like he was looking for an escape. It wasn’t fun. It wasn’t fun anymore. That- That was so- Stop it! Just stop staring and make it fun!

Scar wasn’t sure what to do when Cub approached him, he wanted to fight, he just wanted to fight and scream and kick it all out, but he wasn’t ready for a hug, arms hanging loosely in Cub’s quiet embrace.

“Let’s go home, Scar.”

“No! No, I don’t want to go! I want to play! I want to keep playing! This was good- we were having a good time until I- until I-“

“Scar.” Grian cut in; he’d gotten closer, since when had he gotten closer? “It’s okay.”

It wasn’t okay. Nothing about this was okay.

“It’s pretty hot out,” Cub mumbled, letting go, and Scar wanted to scream, “I don’t really want to hang around.”

“It’s one hole! One more hole! Can’t we just play the last one?”

“You want to?” Grian frowned, an expression that made Scar just about ready to rip apart his own chest (Nothing they couldn’t just put back together anyway).

“I want to. Please.”

It wasn’t fun. Nothing about it was fun, not hitting the ball normally, not watching Cub and Grian take their turns, not even winning. It all fucking sucked. The ball return was a little fun. A small percent chance to win a coupon back. None of them won. The car ride home was so damn awkward Scar wanted to throw himself out the window and lay in the road, but it was short enough, and Grian seemed to be in a similar boat, scrambling out of the car like his life was on the line. Cub didn't leave though. Cub stayed right where he was in the back seat, hand finding Scar’s in the passenger’s.

“I care about you, Scar. Don’t say anything. Listen. I care about you.”

Cub paused, almost as if waiting for Scar to speak, but he had told Scar not to, so he didn’t. The silence lasted.

“My caring about you isn’t conditional on superhero bullshit or mini golf trick shots, Scar. I don’t really care about that stuff. Like, cool Scar add on I guess, but I’m not going to stop liking you if you suddenly couldn’t do those things anymore. I like you because you’re goofy. I like you because you love everyone unconditionally, and that makes me feel good, it gives me some sort of hope for the universe, that losers in their thirties can still be swept off their feet by quite frankly insane strangers for inane reasons even if they don’t smile or make eye contact or Are Grian. There are people out there that will still love them. Fight for them. Even if those passionate, lovely people have a host of other issues and are in desperate need of therapy.”

Scar swallowed. “Grian said that to me a while ago. That I should go to therapy.”

“You should.”

“I’ll think about it.

“No.”

“I- no?”

“You’re going.”

“I’m going?”

“You’re going.”

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“Okay.”

[so-much-for-stardust6]

Tour- Wes Borland/ Limp Bizkit

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summary: y/n and her band is invited to tour with limp bizkit and korn on their 1998 family values tour. but a certain someone is clashing teeth with the all girl metal band.

lowercase intended & not proof read

warnings: none (i think)

a/n: this was request by @mizfitneeds sorry for taking so long to get this request out but i loved writing it! i also don’t know why i wrote fred to be such a huge misogynistic guy 😭 also y/b/n means your band name :)

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“great going, y/n, being late to meet the bands we’re opening for is a great first impression!” my drummer, lara, says to me as we all pile out the van.

“it’s not my fault i couldn’t find my shoes! i had them next to my door before i slept!” i argue back.

“maybe you should wake up earlier than 30 minutes before leaving, just a suggestion.” my lead guitarist, veronica, spits back.

“we’re only 5 minutes late, get off my dick.” i mumble.

“yeah, tell that to them.” my bassist, chloe, laughs at my words.

we sped walk inside the recording label building, running to catch the elevator. we stood inside in silence, the angry tension thick. we reach our floor and my eyes immediately land on jonathan davis, the lead vocalist of korn.

“look at them, just waiting there for our asses.” veronica complains.

i notice munky look our way, alerting everyone about our presence. we open the glass door, an eruption of ‘hey’s filling up the room.

“hey so sorry we’re late, y/n couldn’t find her stupid shoes.” lara laughs.

“classic y/n.” head’s laugh fills my eardrums.

“head! come here man!” i open my arms for a hug.

i’ve known brian, or head as he goes by, since we were in elementary. unfortunately i had to move states so i lost contact with him until 1995 (last year) when he found my number and reached out to me. i gave him a tight bear hug which he returned as well.

“it’s so good to see you guys again. you all packed and ready for tour?” fieldy asks.

“oh yeah, i’ve been packed for days.” lara says proudly.

“she has a checklist and everything to make sure she brings everything.” chloe says, playfully shoving lara.

“are you sure they’re good enough to tour with us?” i heard fred ask jonathan.

“yeah man, they fuckin’ rock.”

“i dunno, they’re girls, can girls really rock?”

i scoff at his words but decide to mind my business and stay out their conversation.

“hey baby.” my boyfriend, wes, says approaching me.

he leaned in for a kiss which i gladly accepted. he then brought me into a side hug and rested his hand on my hip.

“okay so, tomorrow is the official day we leave for tour. we’re meeting up at the airport and we’re taking a private jet to the first city.” jonathan explains.

“private jet courtesy of me.” fred pretends to tip the brim of his hat.

i give a fake smile and fake laugh a bit, not really caring for his humor right now.

“do we drive ourselves or is there someone picking us up.” victoria asks.

“good question. i think you guys should have someone take you. personally, i hate leaving my car at the airport.” jonathan replies.

“great! what time are we leaving again?” lara questions.

“9:30am.” fred responds.

“god damn.” i mutter.

i’m an night owl so waking up early is the worst for me.

“what you can’t handle it, princess? is the tour life not for you?” fred says as he fake pouts.

i roll my eyes and felt wes’ hand grip my hip at his words.

“okay then, i believe that’s all. unless anyone else has anything to say.” jonathan clears his throat, trying to change the tone of the room.

“i do! why not have actual musicians open for us? i mean come on, no one is gonna wanna pay to see some GIRLS play music.” he scoffs.

i stood there fuming, already planning the way i’m gonna beat his ass in my head.

“seriously fred? what’s up with you?” wes asks, shaking his head in disbelief at his best friend.

“am i the only one here who has a problem here?!”

“yes.” literally everyone says in unison.

“if you have a fucking problem that fucking do something about it.” i raise my voice, leaving wes’ side to stand in front of fred.

“i’m sorry guys i-“

“no, it’s okay. i understand some guys are too insecure about women being actually good at things.” i bit back, cutting off head.

“me? insecure? i’m fuckin fred durst man. the only thing you’re fuckin is head and the rest of korn, that’s the only reason you and your girlband is touring with us anyways.”

it was dead silent after his words. i stood there glaring at him, too mad to even come up with anything.

“what the fuck, fred?!” wes exclaims.

“y/n…” chloe softly spoke.

i turned around and immediately walked out of the room, ignoring my friends’ pleading calls for me. i mutter shit to myself as i make it back to our car.

“y/n!” i hear head call out from behind me.

i slow down my speed but i don’t stop completely.

“i’m sorry for him. i-i don’t know why he’s being a dick.”

“it’s whatever. i’ve dealt with worse guys. i-i just don’t know why he’s acting like this?” i scoff.

“i don’t know either. but just ignore him.” head pleads, trying to stop me from getting in the car.

“kinda hard to when i’m gonna be touring with him.” i open the driver’s door and stuff myself inside.

head sighs as he watches me turn on the car, the music from before blasting out loud. he knew i wouldn’t come back out so he smacks his lips and walks back inside. i angrily hum along to the music as i wait for my friends.

~head’s pov~

i think of the words i’m gonna tell fred as i walk back up to the elevator. just as i was going to press the button, the rest of the band comes out.

“where’s y/n? is she okay?” lara asks, obviously worried for her.

“yeah she’s okay. understandably pissed off.”

“can’t blame her..” veronica mumbles.

“she’s in the car waiting for you guys.”

“okay, thank you. we’ll see you guys tomorrow, okay?” chloe says.

“yeah, see you tomorrow.” i nod at them.

lara lets go of the elevator door that she was holding onto the whole time after i step in. i replay fred’s words in my mind as i start to get slightly angry. y/n has been a long time friend and her gender doesn’t mean anything. once the doors open, i see that everyone was inside the room still but i notice jonathan yelling at fred. i prepare myself for the drama i’m forcing myself into.

“i don’t understand why though?!” jonathan yelled as soon as i walked inside.

“can i not have my own opinion?! jesus man.” fred tries to play victim.

“not really dude, they’re being so nice to you and you’re acting like a dick.” munky bites back.

“y/n is one hell of a rocker, you just gotta give her a chance.” wes defends.

“you only say that because she’s your girlfriend, borland! you have to pretend she’s good!” he laughs his obnoxious laugh.

“her being my girlfriend doesn’t mean shit! either way i believe they’re great musicians no matter their genders! and you fucking take back what you said about her sleeping with korn.” he was clearly pissed.

wes walked up into fred’s face and i could sense a fight brewing.

“you know what, this meeting is over. everyone go home and we’ll see each other tomorrow.” jonathan quickly ends the conversation before anymore arguing can start.

everyone quickly stood up and left as fred mumbled to himself.

“hey head, is y/n okay? i-i’m sorry i didn’t go after her, i’m just so fucking pissed at fred.” wes sighs.

“she’s just her, you know. she went back home with the girls.”

“okay okay, that’s good. i’ll call her when i get home. thanks man, i’ll see you tomorrow.” he pats my shoulder and walks away.

“okay. great. i’ll see you tomorrow.”

~time skip & back to y/n’s pov~

my alarm clock goes off, waking me from my wonderful dream. i was dreaming of wes, dreaming of things i can’t say out loud. i groan out loud as i sit up and lazily rub my eyes. i turn off the alarm and throw my blanket off. i thank myself as i look at all my packed luggages i had prepared. i hear honking from outside which made me furrow my eyebrows. i walk to my window and open the curtains to see my friends standing out their car. i fully open the window and get that chilly september air.

“what are you guys doing here?!” i shout out from my window.

“here to pick you up! hurry up!” lara shouts back.

“i barely just woke up! i thought i said to meet me here at 7:30?”

“see! i told you she said 7:30!” chloe argues with lara.

“i’ll be down soon!” i shout at them before coming back inside and locking my window shut.

i rush to get dressed and finish packing what i need, which wasn’t much since i was smart and packed beforehand. i grabbed the last items i needed and stuffed them into my carry-on bag before shoving everything out the door. i slightly struggle to take everything down to them but i manage.

“finally.” veronica jokes.

“i would’ve been faster if i had some help.”

“ooo, snarky today aren’t we?” lara laughs.

i glance inside the car and notice lara’s boyfriend mark was driving.

“oh hey mark, how’s it going?”

“it’s going. what about you, y/n?” he pops open the trunk and gets out the car to help me.

“kinda dreading this tour.” i chuckle.

“really? i thought you’d be fucking excited.” he shoved my stuff into the back of the van.

“turns out fred durst is an asshole.”

“oh, yeah i forgot about that. lara told me what happened. if you want i’ll beat his ass.” he laughs.

i laugh too knowing he’s obviously joking around. we finish putting my luggage away and all pile into the car, ready for our trip to the airport. we all blasted music and sang along, not having a care in the world. after a while of driving, we make it to the drop off.

“do you guys got it?” mark asks.

“we got it, babe. thank you for driving us.” lara smiles, leaning in to give him a kiss.

they begin to make out for a minute and we all just chuckle to ourselves knowing how lara is gonna complain about how she misses him in like a day.

“okay lovebirds, we gotta get going.” veronica butts in.

“i’ll miss you.” lara says as she pouts.

“i’ll miss you too. call me whenever you can, okay?”

“i will. i promise.”

they share one last kiss and say bye before we start heading inside. we do all the normal airport check ins and start to our way to the meetup area. i let out a breath of relief when i see everyone there except fred.

“you guys made it!” munky said, greeting us all with a hug.

“don’t worry, fred left to go get food for a bit.” he whispered in my ear once it was my turn for a hug.

“thank you.” i say genuinely.

“hey babe, how’d you sleep?” wes asks, getting up from his seat to approach me.

we share a quick kiss and a hug.

“would’ve been great if i didn’t wake up to annoying honking.” i grumble.

“you wanna sit with me?”

“duh.” i smile.

i go over and sit next to him, his black hair wet from his morning shower. his scent infiltrated my nose and i honestly felt my heart skip a beat.

“you ready for tour?” he asks, snapping me out my thoughts.

“hell yeah, i’m just a bit nervous though.”

“don’t be. i know at first you’re a nervous wreck but after the first couple shows it’ll be so normal.”

i think of his words and i take them into account. he is right and i know it.

“hopefully..”

“hey so-“

“yo jonathan i got your burger!” i suddenly hear fred’s voice.

i whip my head around and stare at the annoying man walking across the airport.

wes notices me looking distressed and instantly puts his hand on my shoulder.

“just ignore what he says.”

“what is she doing sitting in my seat?”

“i asked her to sit with me.” wes says, his voice low as he defends me.

“just because she’s your girlfriend doesn’t mean-“

“shut up fred! i don’t understand what’s your deal with them?!” wes is now face to face with fred.

“get away from my face dude.” he shoves wes back.

“don’t touch me.”

suddenly wes shoved him back and they started to fight. everyone started shouting for them to stop so they wouldn’t get kicked out.

“chill out you guys!” fieldy shouted, trying to pry them apart.

i looked around and started to see people stare at us. i looked back at the two guys fighting and decided to step in.

“fucking stop it fred!”

i decided to be stupid and try to grab their arms. that was a mistake cause fred completely went and elbowed me in the face. i yelp out when i feel myself bite my tongue harshly.

“y/n!” head exclaimed.

everyone rushed to my side as i hid my face into my hands.

“are you okay?” lara asked, rubbing her hand along my back.

i look up at everyone, feeling blood slightly trickle down the corner of my lips.

“i’m fine.” i say in a monotone voice before getting up and heading towards a bathroom.

i was fuming and was rethinking this whole tour.

“hey…you sure you’re okay?” chloe asks, scaring me.

“yeah. i’m fine.” i spit out the blood.

“wes is absolutely fuming. i think he’s outside waiting for you.”

“just tell him i’ll be out in a second.”

“yeah okay.” she leaves me alone.

i finish cleaning myself up and walk back out. i immediately bump into wes who was waiting outside for me.

“woah, hey, you okay? i swear i’m going to fucking kill him.” he says through his gritted teeth.

“yeah no i’m good now. i didn’t know what i was thinking honestly.” i chuckle.

“are you hungry or anything?”

“a little. i was rushed by some certain people..” i look over and glare at chloe.

“sorry. now you two go have fun on your little date.” she shrugs us off.

i flip her off and walk off with wes. after getting food with wes and chatting about random stuff, it was finally time for us to board the plane. i didn’t sit with wes this time but with my band mates. lara has a fear of heights so being in a plane scared her a lot. flying over new york was the most beautiful sight ever, the shining lights and the tall buildings. we landed easily and we stepped off the plane and into the chill new york air. the wind hit my face and i closed my eyes at the feeling.

“i knew you’d love the breeze.” head said from next to me.

“of course you would.”

the ride to the hotel was a big long, new york traffic not helping. my mates and i shared one hotel room, something he suggested. i set all my luggage down in the corner of the room and flipped onto the bed, knocking out immediately.

~time skip to the soundcheck~

i strutted into the arena with nothing but sweats and a t-shirt. i was exhausted from the flight and slept nearly the whole day, not getting a chance to explore.

“good afternoon sleepyhead, how was your long nap?”

“the best. you know i love my naps.” i groan out, wishing i was in bed right now.

“hey is..is fred here? i just need to know if i need to prepare myself.”

“no, they left after their soundcheck.”

i let out a breath of relief and let my shoulder loosen.

“well then let’s have a banger soundcheck!”

and we exactly did. usually for soundchecks i don’t go crazy but for some reason i was going all out like it was the main show. afterwards i was so sweaty and out of breath but i enjoyed it.

“that was so rockin!” fieldy said, patting my back.

“thanks man!” i wiped some sweat off my forehead.

“you guys rocking it like always!” wes comes out of nowhere, smiling brightly at me.

“why thank you kind sir.”

“here’s a cloth to clean yourself up.” he randomly pulls out a washcloth.

i chuckle to myself a bit and accept it, wiping off the sweat on my skin.

“thanks.” i shove the cloth in my pocket.

“yeah no problem.”

we stood there in silence, very awkward silence.

“hey so-“

“come on y/n!” chloe interrupts wes.

i turn my head to signal them to give me a moment. i look back to wes who’s looking towards them awkwardly.

“i’m sorry, keep going.”

“oh no it’s okay. i’ll just talk to you after the show.” he gives me a warm smile and a quick peck before walking away.

i watched as he left, wondering what he wanted to say. i shrugged it off and walked back to my mates.

~time skip to the show~

i took a fat swig of my beer, hoping it’ll call my nerves.

“you doing okay?” head asked, scaring me from his sudden appearance.

“i’m honestly nervous, brian..”

“hey, it’ll be okay.” he comes and gives me a hug.

i melt into his warmth, immediately reminiscing of our past friendship.

“i’m so glad i’m here.”

“i’m glad you’re here too. i’ve missed you.”

i would remember when we would stay out late after school, playing hide and seek or tag. my mom would always buy us popsicles and make us sandwiches. he was my best friend honestly and it makes me glad to reconnect.

“just remember what your mom would say, “thinking about it too much won’t prevent failure, just believe in yourself and you’ll do good.” okay?” he says into my ear.

“okay.” i pull away and give him a genuine thank you smile.

“hey y/n, you’re gonna kill it out there!” i hear wes scream from behind us.

i look at him and give him a thumbs ups, laughing at bit at fred’s dumbass self standing there with arms crossed.

“y/b/n you guys are on!” we hear someone yell.

the girls and i huddle up and do our pre-show banter before running onto stage. a large crowd cheered for us as we set up. i fixed my guitar strap and took a deep breath in.

“we got this.” i say quietly before our drummer started our first song.

everything went by so quick that it felt like it was over by the blink of an eye. i stepped away from the mic and caught my breath, listening to the crowd holler at us.

“thank you all so much! stay cool and rock on with limp bizkit and korn!” i say into the mic.

the crowd gets louder at my words. i smile brightly and walk off stage, handing my guitar to my guitar tech.

“you absolutely fucking killed it!” head charged at me and brought me into a tight hug.

i hugged him tightly, getting my sweat all over him.

“i have to call mark!” lara exclaimed before running off to find a phone.

“holy shit.” i suddenly hear fred shout.

head lets me down and i turn to look at him, ready to fight him.

“what now fred? i don’t want to hear what you have to say because i swear i will beat your ass with the adrenaline i still have.” i say sternly.

“i’m sorry. i-i don’t know why i was being such a misogynistic asshole, you guys seem cool. and you guys actually killed it out there. i’ve never seen anything like it before, and i dig it.” he puts out his hand for me to shake it.

i eye it before hesitantly shaking it.

“this is exactly what we need. you two the get along.” jonathan says, patting fred on the back.

“here’s a beer, you deserve it.” fieldy says, giving me a cold bottle.

“thanks man.” i crack it open and sip it.

“i see your boy toy coming for you.” head laughs, elbowing me.

i see wes coming towards me and i instantly get excited.

“you did amazing out there! seriously.” he brings me into a tight hug.

“thanks baby.” i pull away to press a long kiss to his lips.

“so..what i was going to ask you…w-would you like to hang out tomorrow? you know explore the place?”

“are you asking me on a date, borland?”

“basically yeah.”

“i’d love to go on a date with you.”

“ooo the two lovebirds are going out!” chloe teases.

i roll my eyes at her playful banter and laugh when i see wes’ cheeks burn light pink. little did i know wes had a ring tucked away in his luggage, ready to give to me tomorrow.

[thaywrites]

ᯓ★ PALAYE ROYALE PROMPTS, a collection of prompts / lyrics taken from palaye royale’s songs from their album, fever dream— part one.

( mentions of possibly triggering subjects such as violence, self-harm, death, drug abuse, and more. )

✦ ETERNAL LIFE

it feels like the worst days of my life, i still drown in paradise.

i didn’t think i could sink this low.

keep me company ’til the end, does anyone else feel this alone?

my best days are my demise.

i feel pretty when i cry, i’m so ugly when i try.

hallucinations taking off, i’m playing god.

i’m holdin’ out my hands and changing everything i hate about myself.

take me far from me — my worst enemy.

i wanna crawl away into eternal life.

✦ NO LOVE IN LA

livin’ in the moonlight, lookin’ at the hills but the hills don’t shine right.

lookin’ at her nose but the shit don’t blow right.

you can change your face but the pain won’t go away.

addicted to the fame but the fame is momentarily reality.

the creeps are crawling up to the doorways, they’re dying to find out what’s inside.

the creeps are always posting their photos to show off what they’re lacking inside.

on a private jet but you can’t afford your rent.

gettin’ high with fake friends ’cause that’s all you got.

i’m late for my own premiere. maybe i should leave, my dear.

it seems to me that the demons of the city wanna keep me here.

there is no such thing as love in LA.

they’re judging me, i’m judging you. we ain’t got nothing else to do.

✦ PUNCHING BAG.

go ahead and mold me. bought me and then sold me.

i’m smiling upside down.

now i’m all used up, ready for my close up.

am i pretty underground?

i can be your barbie, i can say sorry. i can do whatever you want.

go ahead and slap me if it makes you happy.

use and abuse me till i’m gone.

go on, make my day. go get high on my mistakes.

i wake up, i’m so glad i can be your punching bag.

if you want me, come and take me. because i love the way you hate me.

heaven’s what they sold me, but now i miss the old me before i got stuck in hell.

walking down the street, just a public enemy

this is goodbye, you bled me dry.

this is goodnight, my soul has died.

i gave you my all — you built me up to fall.

✦ BROKEN

i’m trying to be the man that you wanted to see.

cause i’m tired and i’m hurt, and i always try to put you first.

but you say i’m not worth it to you — so why are you worth it to me?

you break my heart cause you’re never home, always with your friends.

i try so hard but you’re just playing games.

i needed you tonight but you got high again.

heartbreaks and mistakes with no change. how did we become this way?

the nights are long and the days won’t end.

no more love between us, let’s not pretend.

✦ FEVER DREAM

don’t look around at all the faces abound.

don’t look behind you cause we are stuck underground.

can you see the words i’m up here tryna preach?

no need to cry, you’ll never find me trying to leave.

cause i see that you’re in pain from your pale and lifeless face.

tell me how it’s fair to put a loved one underground.

follow me into this fever dream — we can be anything and everything we want to be.

✦ LINE IT UP

i’m feeling like a stranger cause i’m stuck here. living like my parents is my worst fear.

they had some kids and got lost in the suburbs, working jobs they hated made them suffer.

crashing in these secondhand motel rooms, driving cross the country ’cause i want to.

i can’t slow down because i’m scared to stand still.

i can’t go home because it feels like hell.

and i’d rather die than live my father’s life and pretend like i’m satisfied.

so line it up for me, steal away my dreams.

cause i don’t need no sleeping when i’m diving off the deep end.

why should i come back to earth when all that’s there is tears and hurt?

diving off the edge feels good, i’m finally not misunderstood.

i’d rather die than ever live my life that way.

✦ TOXIC IN YOU

i can take another hit and overdose ’til you make me sick.

you know i don’t love the shame in my brain when i put you inside my veins.

i can’t take it anymore, will i ever even make it out the door?

all this fucking and fighting that i keep inviting could lead me to my grave.

now i’m self-medicating because i love the pain.

i keep feeling like I’m not enough but i don’t run away from you.

knock me down and twist me up until i’m all fucked up but i don’t run from you.

i guess i’ll asphyxiate — let my heart break straight in two and now i’m turning blue.

don’t know what to do. i just love the toxic in you.

my straight jacket holds me tight and says i’m okay.

locked myself in prison and then i threw away the key.

[growup-thatbeautiful]

Pretty Girl | 1. pretty girl

1. pretty girl | 2. lover, you should’ve come over | 3. been on my mind | 4. last goodbye | 5. hold my hand

What happens when social media’s favorite model reconnects with famous actor Jake Seresin?

Warnings: cursing

A/n: let me know if you want to be added to the taglist :) all pics are from pinterest

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Instagram

liked by penny_benny, tasha.trace, roo_bradshaw, and 412,000 more

y/n.username thanks for having me chanel

view 20,000 comments

penny_benny There’s my girl ♥️

username she’s living the dream right now

tasha.trace when are you coming to sd :(

-> y/n.username when you invite me :(

-> roo_bradshaw You’re invited :)

username all of the mavericks being obsessed with y/n is my favorite thing ever

username i want to be you

amelia.a.benjamin you’re my hero

username if she goes to san diego i think i’ll cry

-> username literally

-> username i have dreams about her and the mavericks being back together

maverick.mitchell they’re lucky to have you! 😁

bob.bob.floyd proud of you!

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Messages

tash: you know

tash: i have a guest room

you: you have many guest rooms phoenix

tash: yes

tash: and one that’s decorated just for you

you: …

you: i have job in two weeks

you: but i can come for a week?

tash: no

tash: more

you: i can’t 😭

tash: fine

tash: but you’re not going to sleep the whole time so we can spend all of the time together

you: deal

you: stock up on the red-bull now

tash: you got it babes

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Instagram

y/n.username added to their story

y/n.username added to their story

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Instagram

liked by roo_bradshaw, y/n.username, hangman.jake, and 345,980 more

tasha.trace i call it girl time but we’re constantly interrupted by the guys ✨

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y/n.username why do i ever go anywhere else but where you are 🤔

-> tasha.trace babe i have no clue

roo_bradshaw I’m part of girl time always though

username why is y/n not in the jeep pic

-> thereal_javy because we hate her obv

-> thereal_javy jk she was in a different car

maverick.mitchell y/n.username ever the photographer

-> y/n.username of course, mav 📷

hangman.jake i’ hate to say it but i’m with roo on this one roo_bradshaw

hangman.jake girl time is really y/n.username time

-> username no way they’re literally all obsessed with her

-> penny_benny No complaints

r_paybackfinch welcome interruptions i think

amelia.a.benjamin they don’t take a hint

-> maverick.mitchell What?

-> amelia.a.benjamin what

thereal_javy i thought we were all invited

-> tasha.trace no just y/n.username and roo_bradshaw

-> hangman.jake :( just because you love roo more than me

-> y/n.username i invited hangman too!

-> hangman.jake atta girl

-> username AHHHHH

username y/n took no convincing at all to go see them 😭

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Messages

roo renamed the chat to mavs + bestie

you: aww, i’m bestie??

roo: no

tash: yes

you: i am bestie

bobby: you are bestie

bagman: sure you are

you: guys 🥺

you: what are we doing tonight

you: tash says it’s my choice but i have jet lag and don’t want to make any decisions ✌️

callie: i vote that they guys decide and we get ready

payback: “get ready”

javy: what does that mean

bagman: bad idea

callie: it means we talk shit about you and do eye shadow for 30 minutes

tash: real

you: facts

fanboy: 👁️👄👁️

roo: dude

bobby: wtf

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Messages

bagman: disco

you: ??

bagman: we’re going to a disco bar

bagman: just keeping you updated

you: oh thanks!

you: you’re not going to

bagman: i’m going to wear it

you: 😭

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Instagram

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Messages

tash: don’t go :(

you: tasha :((

you: don’t be sad :((

tash: but you’re leaving me with the idiots

tash: and halo

you: ik

you: sorry bout that part

you: but i have to work

tash: i guess

tash: real talk though

tash: you and bagman spent a lot of time dancing together…

you: mhm

tash: and??

you: and??

tash: girl

tash: come on

tash: roo is laughing his ass off next to me because of how stupid you’re being

you: why don’t we talk about you and roo instead

tash: no

you: that’s what i thought

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y/n.username made a trip to the sunshine state ☀️

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username she actually went omgg

username who is that she’s with???

-> username it’s the mavericks

-> username they’ve been friends forever

roo_bradshaw a trip that was too short

tasha.trace you need to visit more often

tasha.trace we miss youuuu

username two pics with jake?!

thereal_javy come back now, phoenix won’t stop looking sadly into the distance

-> tasha.trace you miss her too shut up

halo_cal_bass and why do you not live here??

-> y/n.username fr

hangman.jake we loved having you, darlin’

-> username SHDKAKAOSO

-> username “DARLIN’” IM DEAD

-> delilah.seresin gross leave my friend alone

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hangman.jake long time no see y/n.username

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username he posted the outfit she put on her story

-> username omg you’re right

delilah.seresin let her sleep bro

-> hangman.jake does she look like i woke her up?

tasha.trace you better have washed that bag

-> hangman.jake “wow hangman, what great pictures” “thank you for posting my best friend”

-> hangman.jake those are acceptable, nice comments you could leave

-> roo_bradshaw no

username how do i function after seeing this

thereal_javy the fit 🔥

-> hangman.jake i know 🔥

halo_cal_bass real men carry purses

-> roo_bradshaw true

-> hangman.jake i’m literally holding a bag

y/n.username thanks for holding by bag bagman

-> hangman.jake really?

-> y/n.username luv youu <3

username i’m unwell

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Messages

bagman: it was good to see you, darlin’

you: you too jakey :)

[sukunasbabymama]

So, adding to this,

MMA!Terano who the media hates to love because, in his area? he’s the best, he gives the most chaotic fights, he’s the best at getting under his opponent’s skin, and he still fills the title of the unparalleled. A total beast.

What he doesn’t do is give a good image outside of that, he does not give good interviews, he doesn’t go to shows or awards unless he knows beforehand he’s winning and even then he just goes, takes his awards and get the hell out of there. His reputation among women is a 50/50, why’s that? They adore him physically, he gives them the type of sex that has them shaking and crying and throwing ‘i love you’ into the air, but psychologically? They hate his ass, he goes and put them in all kind of positions and say such nasty things just to then look at them in the face and tell them he can’t do relationships right now, what the hell is right now anyways?

And so, the world has this love-hate relationship with the man, and sometimes is good for deals but other times his manager has to make so much calls and do so much shit just to get him out of trouble, so that’s when you come into the scene. His manager calls you one time to catch up and after two beers he can’t stop whining about his star and how he acts like a kid even though they’re are like three years apart.

“Right, want me to help ya’ with that?” You chuckle and roll your eyes when his eyes shine.

“You know damn right i want too, god yes.” He claps. “Come work for us, his personal secretary quit last week anyway because she fell.”

“Of a stairs?”

“In love.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh,” He laughs. “C’mon, the salary is good, and you’re already in a good position, you have your own business so it’s just for the laughs.”

And so, a couple days later when Terano is waiting for him so they can take a private jet because he will be participating in a small fight, something promotional or whatever they say he don’t care, and that’s the first time he sees you.

And he’s delighted.

Not only you are wearing a long sundress that leaves nothing to his imagination, but the way you’re walking as if you’re the owner of the whole airport has him already calculating how he’s gonna have you under him.

“Good morning.” You say, not too cold, but not in the flirty tone he’s used to either.

“Good morning, pretty,” He murmurs, making sure you see him checking you out. If you see it you don’t say it.

“Great, this is a good friend of mine and your new secretary,” His manager says, Terano raises his eyebrows with a smirk and his manager roll his eyes. “We were roommates when we were in college and we’re still in contact today. She’s not in this line of work but she’s really good for the job anyways so she will be helping us from now on.”

“Excellent.” He whispers.

“And, Terano?”

“Yes?”

“She’s not one of your models, don’t mess with her unless you fix your shitty commitment issues.” His manager says, you put your hand over your mouth to hide the smile that was coming while the fighter just tsk in annoyance, turning around and getting inside the plane.

—

“Fucking hell, I don’t feel like talking,” Terano murmurs to himself behind you when you’re getting ready to get out of the airport and see all the paparazzi outside, waiting for him.

“You don’t?” You ask and he looks at you, this is the first time in the whole flight that you have talked to him.

“They gonna ask a bunch of questions about the girl they saw me last week on a yacht,” he looks at you briefly but you’re not looking at him, just at the bunch of people on the other side of the transparent doors.

Suddenly, you walk past him a little fast and get in front of all the people, with him behind you a little confused.

“Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, I know y’all have a lot of questions for my fighter but right now is not the time, I don’t care if you need his answers to get paid or whatever, he’s not talking righ—,” You started saying and Terano’s blood starts to boil when you get interrupted.

“We need him to answer some questions, who the fuck are you?—,”

“I’m his secretary, who the fuck are YOU?” You said in such a tone that the fuss around starts decreasing.

“Such an unprofessional—,”

“Yes, I think so too, what a bunch of unprofessional individuals that don’t even know what personal space is, right?” You interrupt another man. By this time, Terano is internally dancing at the scene happening in front of him.

“We just want him to talk about his little getaway—,”

“Are you a virgin?” You suddenly ask, your frown making you look like you are focused.

“Wha—,”

“I’m asking, are you a virgin? Perhaps you have never seen two people liking each other and wanting to get to know each other?” Your look sad now and this makes Terano laugh. “Right, enough.”

The paparazzis are so focused on calling you an unprofessional that you can actually get inside the minivan that’s waiting.

“You’re such a smart mouth, I didn’t even need to talk,” You friend says and you laugh. “That reminds me to when you used to go one on one with the class’s representative.”

“Oh, please, she was insufferable, it was the least that I could do,” You chuckle.

“Marry me,” Terano says suddenly and everybody looks at him like he just grew another head.

“W-What?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Terano, but I don’t engage with kids,” You say softly and his eye twitch in annoyance, he sighs trying to calm himself when everybody starts to laugh.

“You’re just like two or three years older,” He grunts and you smile, but this time, it’s looks like you’re mocking him.

“Like I said, no kids.” You wink at him. “I’m not talking about no age.”

“Ohh…” His manager says laughing and Terano grunts again, embarrassed as hell.

“We’ll see about that.” He tells you.

You snort.

“Yes we will.”

This is so bad I’m so sorry guys I just been thinking about this every now and then and I just know Terano wants to shake reader so bad bc of her smart mouth lmaoooo

[adrie-75014]

this tweet had me pulling out my favorite Penumbra Pod/Juno Steel quotes (I have a notes doc for quotes bc of course I do). I think I started writing them down starting in season 3. Anyways, here’s some that punch me in the heart every single time so you too can be punched in the heart again:

[mild spoilers]

(also it would warm my heart if people added their favorites to this)

BUDDY: “A legend is an old story, a dead thing. Frozen forever. And we are very much alive, still in motion. We must use that.” (S3E02, The Man in Glass)

---

DIRECTOR W: “You think you're some great hero for this, don't you?”

JUNO: “No. I think I did what I could and it was better than nothing.” (S4E25, the Blank Slate)

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JET: “Because It changes the world to believe in someone, just a little. I choose to believe it, and I choose to believe that my belief changes the world.” (S3E25, What Lies Beyond)

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BUDDY: “We must be careful not to fall too far out of date with the story about ourselves which we tell ourselves. It leaves you flinching from blows that never come… and blind to those that do.” (S3E21, What Lies Beyond)

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JUNO: Self-loathing always arrives with bricks and with mortar, ready to build a wall that will keep anything good about you out and all of the self-hate packed tightly in. I wanted to tell him that he couldn't trust the feeling, that it lied, that I loved him and all of us loved him, and if he could only see that love he would never say he had no value again. (S4E24, the Blank Slate)

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JUNO: You can’t think your way out of self destruction if you’re always self-destructing your train of thought. (S4E19, the Clean Break)

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JUNO: If I learned anything during my time with the Aurinkos, it was this: there are very few battles in life that have to be one-on-one. (S4E25, the Blank Slate)

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VESPA: “The hardest thing about “visual and auditory hallucinations,” like the medical handbook calls them, isn’t when you hallucinate a thousand spiders climbing out of the bathtub drain. It’s when the spiders are actually there — and you’re letting them crawl all over you cuz you think they’re just in your head. You can’t know what’s real, is my point. [...] What nobody gets, is the price that comes at — looking at everything and everyone through gauze, questioning every meal and word and kiss, because if you can’t trust your own goddamn eyes how are you supposed to know if anything you see is real?”

VESPA: “Sometimes it pays to be paranoid. That’s part of what makes quitting the habit so hard: because even if it only saves you one out of every thousand times, you spend the other nine hundred ninety-nine convinced this is the time that counts.”

(S3E09, Shadows on the Ship)

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RITA: “I dunno Mr. Ransom, it seems pretty simple to me. If somebody tells you what they want you to call em, that’s what you call em. no matter what. Cuz I mean, you know yourself better than anyone, right?” (S3E14, Mega Ultrabots of Cyber Justice)

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JUNO: Just because you miss something doesn’t mean you’re supposed to go back to it. (S3E21, What Lies Beyond)

[quietlyimplode]

Clint/Nat

"How the hell are you still conscious right now?"

Thanks Anon <3

Black Widow Fest 2023 -Ask Game

Warnings: being knocked out

Word count: 388

Pairing: OG Avengers

swing and a miss

“How the hell are you still conscious, right now?”

Clint forgets sometimes that he’s amongst superhero’s but watching Steve take three blows to the head, he’d been sure that that he’d find his friend unconscious.

Tony lands next to him and pulls him up off the ground.

“Just lucky I guess?” Steve says ruefully.

They all laugh, knowing it’s likely not luck.

It becomes an in-joke when they’re fighting.

Someone gets hit in the head and everyone asks how they’re still conscious.

They all laugh and shake it off and get on with the fight.

Until Natasha.

The back hand and follow up pistol whip sends her to the floor, unmoving and oblivious to the fight around her.

Panic strengthens all of them as they rush to get to her.

Clint is first, followed by Tony, then Steve.

He coordinates the action, directing Tony to take her and move her to safety, whilst he and Steve finish the rest of the Hydra goons.

The quinjet, isn’t far, and he almost wants to tell Steve to go on ahead. Make sure Nat is okay, and leave him here and let him catch up.

He knows what concussion looks like and he knows how dangerous it can be.

The memory loss, the headaches, the feeling that your brain is scrambled. He thinks they’re lucky to have gone this long without someone being injured.

He hates that it’s Natasha.

They’re only human.

He’s met by Tony, his helmet removed at the foot of the ramp.

“Is she okay?”

Tony nods.

“She’s asking about you.”

Clint’s heart stutters and he heads inside, finding Natasha sitting on the edge of a seat in the belly of the jet.

“Oh thank god.”

Steve wanders in after and finds her sitting.

“How are you still conscious right now?” he deadpans.

Clint musters a smile, and asks how she is; there’s already a bruise forming on half her face and Steve cringes.

“Had to be one of us, I suppose,” she says slowly.

Clint sits next to her and the others make use of themselves by readying the jet.

“Tell me,” he asks, “it’s just us.”

“Nothing I haven’t had before,” she whispers.

He touches her face gently, wincing at her upcoming bruise.

He knocks heads with her and sighs.

“Don’t do that again yeah?”

.

[emilieautumnarchives]

I throw up my hands...

Posted: January 12, 2008 Archived from BonnyTymePyrate’s Journal Archives

Hmmm…Suffer’s kidnapping and my plot for revenge has undoubtedly put me into a foul mood, something not entirely unassisted by my having been unable (happy “un” day) to refill my myriad drug prescriptions while on tour leaving me still unmedicated (which, in accordance with the public’s positively moronic understanding of bi-polar disorder, and yes, that is the exact same thing as manic-depression, folks, means that I ought to be out fucking some paparazzo guy whose name I can’t pronounce and jetting off to Mexico after shaving my head and getting myself kicked out of the Four Seasons every night)…but this would do in anybody’s day, UNless of course, as I’ve said before, you’re a fucking potato (would you be surprised if I told you just how many letters I’ve received from good people telling me, “Although according to you I’m a "fucking potato” - insert UNnecessary *wink* here - I’m a big F-A-N"):

So, word is!

Lady Marine. Pregnant. Went missing last month after accusing her superior Marine officer of raping her (can anyone enlighten me as to why news reporters aren’t allowed to call rape “rape” anymore, instead using the ambiguous and relatively harmless sounding “sexual assault,” which implies something about as important as saying that a kid on the playground pushed you…). Nobody believed her. Her family didn’t believe her (and WHY do we not tell our families??). Her own mother comes out and says, “She’s bipolar and has a history a lying.” I wonder if the accusation might have been taken a bit more seriously had her family not have publily discredited her before she even had a chance to hit the stand. Anyhow! Good news is, it doesn’t matter now, thank god, because she’s been found. In a shallow grave. Double murder.

Whodunit????

Who do you fucking think?

The guy she said raped her.

Oh well. If she had been black, and male, it would have been called a “hate crime”, as well it should be, and attacked with all the force of the military because, hey, a racial slur against Tiger Woods is a national shame with full media coverage and talks on “how can this happen in this century???”, but no, she’s a dumb crazy cunt who shouldn’t have been in the Marines anyway, and we all know that, right?

I swear to bloody god, the next boy I tell my “rape story” to who snaps at me, “why the hell didn’t you do anything about it?”, as if I had personally offended HIM, I’m going to fucking get one of Crumpet Aprella’s sexy-ass lighters and torch this planet.

Moral of the Story: Female in 2008 = lower than livestock + rumored mental illness = subhuman species with no rights and less credibility + “is this country really ready for a female President?” = no, not while we’re still a minority + oh, wait, we’re not a minority, we’re the majority = don’t try counting, little girls, math ain’t your thing.

And so, on that note, let it be said that, when I am kidnapped by one of the sweet & gentle stalkers who have already threatened it and who ruin it for everybody by making me wary and overprotected and unable to touch muffins or take pictures or even go to certain sides of the stage so don’t blame me when the signings stop, just look around you (jeez, they’ve already taken Suffer, what the fuck is next?), or simply just fucked up for the last time by some random guy on the street who doesn’t give a fuck who I am, yes, let it be said that I was Bipolar and therefore without credibility, not to be believed, not to be taken seriously in any way. And hey! They’re right! It’s all good! Because, isn’t that what I’m always preaching anyway? Lighten up, goths! Always look on the bright side…

I love you little potatoes, see you in Hell (Sartre’s hell, that is), but for now my heart is racing (proximity to Sir Edward and Basil?) which means the best thing to do is take a walk. I recommend we all do it, now. It’s walking time. Get on your winter coats, double socks please, I’ll see you on the streets in five.

EA

p.s.

As long is no one’s biting their tongue today, I will confess that I HAVE gotten into trouble at the Four Seasons, and Lady Joo Hee can confirm it…I was refilling our champagne flutes during high tea with the vanilla vodka I had stashed in my sarcastic pink thermos, and waiter boy didn’t like it, poor thing…best day evah!

Hey, Brit Brit, I’m on my way!

p.p.s.

Note To The Press: Being Bipolar doesn’t make you do any of the things that the Hollywood fucked-up are doing. Being a drug addict does. There’s a big difference. And it’s days like these that give me the slightest splinter of a reminder of why in the hell I am writing a book about it. So, please, remind me of this day when it comes out and I can’t quite recall why I went to the trouble.

p.p.p.s.

OK, I admit it: this is all just because I went to Home Depot the other day to find some new electrical outlet covers for my Asylum cell (apparently I failed to observe the “no shoes, no penis, no service” sign on the door) and as some middle-aged fucker passed me, instead of saying “excuse me” as he would have said to any other person, he said, “ I’m sorry, little girl.”

Hell? We’re livin’ it, bitches!!

[feyhunter78]

Targaryen Inc (12/?)

Description: Helaena notices a change in her brother and best friend, Alicent and Rhaenyra prepare for the arrival of the company's president.

Previous chapter

After Wednesday goes by, Helaena notices two changes in her best friend and her brother, the first is an easy change to notice. Alyra is no longer ignoring Aemond, and Aemond is no longer stomping around the office with a frown deeper than the Mariana Trench. Everyone notices that. Plus, when flowers appear on Alyra’s desk, she keeps them. And if Helaena notices lipstick on her brother’s shirt collar in Alyra’s signature pink shade after these flowers appear, she doesn’t say a word.

The second though? That one is much more subtle. It’s the way they look at each other, the silent communication that seems to occur mostly when she and Jacaerys are in the same room.

 Like how when they were all eating lunch together in the kitchen and Jacaerys gave her the extra pickle spear that came with his burger. Alyra and Aemond glanced at each other, and she could have sworn Aemond’s lips quirked up before he dove into a story about Vhagar bringing yet another squirrel into the apartment building. Which made Ms. Doris from the first floor start screaming, and demand Vhagar be banned from the property.

Helaena almost wants to ask about it, this newfound telepathy, but fears getting a talk about boys and how they’ll break your heart from her younger brother. So instead, she ignores their actions, and focuses on the main issue of today.

 Namely, that former CEO and president of the board Viserys Targaryen is coming in today. Viserys hasn’t stepped foot in the office since he turned operations over to Rhaenyra and Alicent, over two years ago. Helaena can tell her mother and aunt are nervous, they’re going department by department making sure everything is running as smoothly as possible.

“Helaena, sweetling, is everything ready for Mr. Targaryen’s visit?” Her mother asked. Alicent is in a jade green powersuit while Rhaenyra is in a jet black one.

Helaena resists the urge to tell them that together they look like Shego from Kim Possible, and instead nods.

“I’ve got the coffee from Peru, the Danishes from Sweden, and Alyra and Aegon put together a display showing off the Aemma Arryn foundation’s most recent successes. They even got photos of dogs that had been adopted out recently with their new families.”

Rhaenyra smiles at that. “My mom would be so happy to see that, she loved knowing the dogs she helped rescue went to good homes.”

“It’s in the kitchen if you’d like to go over it? Alyra and Aegon have more photos in case either of you didn’t like the ones they chose.”

Helaena prayed they wouldn’t ask for different photos. Alyra and Aegon spent hours agonizing over the diorama, going office to office asking people to choose which dogs were cuter and stealing all of Helaena’s calligraphy pens so Aegon could painstakingly label each photo. She was sure both Aegon and Alyra would burst into tears if anything had to be changed.

“No, no I’m sure it’s perfect, I know Alyra and Aegon understand how important this day is.” Rhaenyra said, checking her phone. “Why is he always late? The charity ball is this weekend, we only have five days left, we can’t waste time waiting for him.”

Alicent put a hand on her shoulder. “Deep breaths, Rhaenyra, I’m sure he’s just grilling Harwin for details on the children.”

Rhaenyra sighed but nodded. “You’re right, my father loves to talk, and Harwin loves to gush about the kids.”

“Why don’t you two grab a cup of coffee and ask Lucerys to watch the elevator?” Helaena suggested, wanting to get their nervous energy out of her office before it started to affect her.

“Wonderful idea sweetling, come Rhaenyra.” Her mother led Rhaenyra to Lucerys’ office and then to the kitchen.

Helaena sighed in relief and began straightening her desk, even though she had done that five times already.

Alicent hated this day, she hated it when she opened her eyes, and she hated it when she stepped into the building. Not only was it the anniversary of his ex-husband’s death, but Viserys was also visiting. As much as she loved Rhaenyra, she held no such love for the woman’s father. She sipped her coffee while Rhaenyra looked over Aegon and Alyra’s diorama.

“They did a wonderful job, I’m so glad they work so well together. I was worried at first.” Rhaenyra admitted.

This was news to Alicent. “Really?”

Rhaenyra nodded. “Alyra was so nervous when she started. Daemon had left such a mess for her to clean up, and Aegon was older than her, more experienced, and she worried that maybe he wouldn’t see her as an equal.”

Alicent tried not to bristle at her friend’s words. She knew Aegon was a bit of a wild card, and that Rhaenyra wasn’t meaning to insult him, but she still felt protective of him. “Aegon adored Alyra from the moment they met.”

“I know, after their first assignment Alyra came to me and told me she wasn’t nervous anymore, that Aegon had defended her from some asshole reporter, who asked her if she only got the job because she was pretty.”

Alicent felt her heart swell with pride for her firstborn son. “That’s my boy.”

“I’m happy that it all worked out.” Rhaenyra took a long sip of her coffee, then made a face and dumped three sugar packets in it. “My father has the worst taste in coffee.”

Alicent laughed, and for a moment her heart felt lighter, then a sharp stab of fear shot through it when the elevator dinged.

Jason was a terrible husband, a borderline negligent father, and a dangerous man. She still worried when she saw black vans or heard someone speaking angry Russian. How she ended up with a man in the Russian Mafia she’ll never know, but she was glad he was gone.

Criston on the other hand was a wonderful husband, a caring father, and an honorable man. He spent the entire morning reassuring her that she was safe, that their children were safe, and that he would never leave her. He even promised to stick by her side the entire time Viserys was visiting.

It was the sight of him, his black hair, and warm brown eyes, his tan skin, and sturdy figure that brought her comfort. He smiled at her and left Viserys with Harwin.

“My love.” He said, bending down to kiss her gently, his strong arms encircling her waist.

“Husband.” She said, smiling into the kiss. He always knew how to make her feel safe.

“Father!” Rhaenyra cried, setting down her coffee cup and hugging the elderly man.

“My daughter, how have you been?” Viserys asked, returning her hug.

“Good, I’m excited to show you how well the company has been doing.”

Viserys stepped into the kitchen and observed the spread. “How wonderful.” He turned to her. “Alicent did you set this all up?”

He hugged her, and she felt him sniff her hair.

When he released her, she stepped back, jaw clenched. “No, my daughter Helaena did. Along with my son Aegon, and your granddaughter Alyra.”

His face lit up at the mention of Alyra. “My granddaughter, where is she? I must thank her for all this.”

Alyra walked in with Aemond by her side. “Grandfather.” She said, reaching out to hug him.

“My little Alyra, this is all so wonderful, excellent job.”

Alyra smiled. “Thank you, but Aegon and I only did diorama, everything else is all Helaena, she’s a genius at these types of things.”

Alicent adored the way Alyra refused to let Viserys put all the credit on her, it was one of her best traits, her loyalty to her friends.

Helaena soon appeared as well with Jacaerys at her side, Lucerys and Aegon followed soon after.

Viserys hugged his grandchildren and heaped praise upon them, before giving a slight thanks to her children.

Alicent moved to Helaena’s side. “You did beautifully, I’m very proud of you.”

Helaena smiled softly. “Thanks mom.”

They toured the building, and everything went perfectly, which boded well for the charity ball.

Finally, they reached the top floor again, and Viserys asked them to accompany him to the conference room.

“If the ball goes well, I wish to hold a dinner at my home, to celebrate.”

“That sounds lovely, father, what a wonderful idea.” Rhaenyra said.

Harwin nodded his agreement.

“All are invited, including my girlfriend, and in a show of good faith, Otto will be attending.” Viserys declared, looking proud of himself.

Both Alicent and Rhaenyra sat there frozen, and Criston’s hand found hers.

“But Viserys, my father has threatened you, threatened the company, and has trespassed on your property many times. I thought you wanted him out of your life?” She protested.

He nodded at her. “Yes, I have said that before, but I miss my old friend and wish to reconcile with him before one of us dies.”

“Are you sick?” Rhaenyra asked, voice filled with concern. “It’s cancer, isn’t it? Like what took mom.”

“No, no, I’m perfectly healthy, I’m just getting older.” He reassured her.

Rhaenyra visibly relaxed, and Harwin squeezed her shoulder.

“How do we know my father won’t attempt anything rash?”

“I’ll have my dear son-in-law check him at the door.”

Harwin looked a bit put-out but agreed.

Viserys clapped her hands. “Now, show me what you have for Saturday.”

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