#don’t worry baby I’d love you even if you turned into fire and I had to dump you in a well

[audsomeartist]

What if I proposed in the fairy ring with a fairy ring and I took your last name (and also your first and middle name) and you gave me your first born child (surprise, I’m expecting)? What then?

[lunajay33]

Scared & Sick Pt.2🍂

Summary: You just found out a month ago you were pregnant and the prison became sick, everything was changing and the governor comes back

Pt.1

•Masterlist•

Gun fire was shooting everywhere and everyone was screaming, thankfully Daryl got me out of the watch tower before it blew up. He took my hand and we ran to the bus

“Yer stayin here, I can’ risk ya out there” he said about to go help

“Wait!” I said grabbing his arm “I love you Daryl”

“I love ya too peach” it was rare for him to actually say it, he showed his love it his own special ways

I stood outside the bus doors helping everyone in that’s when I say Mika and Lizzy carrying Judith around, my motherly instinct kicked in and I ran to them

“Mika, Lizzy you both need to get to the bus now” I demanded

“But we need to help” Mika said

Before I could talk someone started shooting close behind us, Mika and Lizzy ran towards it leaving Judith alone in her carrier

I couldn’t waste time not right now, I took Judith in my arms along with her blanket and ran just hoping the girls either made it out or to the bus

I kept running far enough till I made it to the train tracks outside of the prison, our home was gone and I was alone with Judith

I wrapped the blanket around my back and shoulders so it was easier to carry Judith against my chest, we kept walking all day hoping to just see someone, anyone from the prison but no luck

We came across a little store thankfully no walkers were around, finding some baby food, water and a pack of crackers hoping it would keep me going for now

I found a bag and put everything in it and threw it over my shoulder after giving Judith some food to help calm her down, then we hit the road again but god was it tiring, having to carry a baby while you’re three months pregnant didn’t help but I’m determined to find my family

“We’ll find them Jud, and everything will be fine again” I cooed at her trying to lull her to sleep

~~~

Days passed and I was losing hope, I haven’t came across a soul from the prison, we ventured off the trails and now just walking through the woods hoping to find something to eat thankfully Daryl taught me what to look for, I found some elderberries and Judith loved them and honestly so did I

That’s when we heard a huge explosion a little ways away, usually I wouldn’t go towards it but it could be Daryl god knows he loves exploding stuff and I couldn’t waste the chance to find someone

After awhile I finally got close that’s when I heard voices, I walked closer trying to be as quiet as possible, even though there was dried up leaves everywhere

When I listened my heart jumped it was them, it was everyone plus some

I came out from behind the tree I was trying to hide behind and everyone turned, I just stood there as Daryl looked back at me before he ran over and held me tight thankfully Judith was strapped to my back

“I found you” I cried as I nuzzled my face into his shoulder as I could hear him sniffling , god knows what he’s been through while we were apart

He pulled back and I pushed his long hair away so I could see his face clearly as his mouth trembled

“I was so scared I wasn’t going to find anyone and it would’ve just been us forever” I sighed relieved

“Us?” I heard Rick asked behind Daryl

“Oh ya, I have someone here” I reached behind my back and pulled her out of the blanket and over my head

Rick and Carl ran towards me and they held the two of us crying as well

After a minute Rick pulled Judith out of my arms and cherished her

“Thank you”

“It’s nothing Rick, I’d do it all over again”

As we all said our hellos and I met the new people we were on our way, Daryl held my hand the whole till as we walked down a long road

“How’s the baby?” He asked looking down at my bump

“I think she’s okay, I haven’t had much food but I think we will be fine!” I smiled feeling hopefully again

“I’ll get ya fed don’t gotta worry ‘bout that”

~~~~

It’s been a few days now and we were extremely low on food and water plus the heat didn’t help

We were sat on the road taking a break when I looked at Daryl and saw the defeated expression on his face

“Daryl, do you wanna come with me for a sec?” I asked standing and holding my hand out for him

He took my hand and I led him out into the woods as we found a clearing near a little barn, so I sat us down against a tree

I looked up and the sun was shining through the swaying leaves giving me some form of peace

“I’m sorry Daryl” I sighed as I squeezed his hand

“Fer what?” He asked as he looked down at the ground

“I’m sorry that I can’t keep you from hurting, I’d give my life to give you a peaceful life, you deserve the world Daryl”

I heard him cry which broke my heart, I wrapped my arms around him and wiped his tears as he continued to cry into my shoulder, he’d never broken down like this infront of me but I’d be there for him no matter what

We sat there for a while as I let him get all his feelings out before we made it back to the group

We’d find somewhere I knew we would and just the next day like a prayer we were in Alexandria our new home

~~~

It’s been a week now and some of us were still wary about the place it was still better than starving

I came out on the porch finding Daryl where he usually was

“Ya okay?” He asked as I sat next to him and handed him a half of my sandwich

“Ya, I was wondering if maybe, if you wanted to take a shower with me”

He was silent

“Not like that I just…..I don’t wanna be alone”

He took the last bite of his sandwich and stood up taking my hand as we went to the shower

He helped me undress as I did the same for him, he took a bar of soap and cleaned my body after I was done I scrubbed him down watching the grim and dirt wash away down the drain

I set the soap aside and he wrapped his arms around me from behind rubbing my bump and resting his head on my shoulder

“I’ll keep ya both safe”

“You have baby, we are home now I can feel it” I said resting my hands ontop of his

“I love ya peach”

“I love you too”

We were safe in our forever home, hopefully

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Taglist: @itsmytimetoodream

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

ANOTHER because I did not post this yesterday. (I have a problem)

Play with Fire (Feat. Yacht Money)- Same Tinnesz

 “You don’t know what you’re doing,” Shouto snarled as he pinned Rabbit to the wall. 

 “Oh, don’t I?” the vigilante smirked up at the intern hero student. “Why don’t you explain things better to me?” he pushed up, and Shouto had to step away. Rabbit laughed, dancing out reach. “Poor baby Todoroki. All hot and bothered,” Rabbit teased.

 “I’m not-” Shouto tried, but Rabbit just laughed.

 “You’re sure about that pretty boy?” Rabbit leaned in, a smirk in his tone. “You really sure?”

 “Why are you doing this?” Shouto asked.

 “If you really minded, I’d back off,” Rabbit said honestly. “But you don’t. I can tell.”

 Shouto would not admit the menace was right, even as he slipped through his hands with a laugh. 

 He really didn’t mind.

Looking at Me - Sabrina Carpenter

“Are you paying attention?” Izumi asked as she looked at Todoroki, arms crossed. He swallowed.

 “I am.” His gaze flashed to their classmates and Izumi rolled her eyes.

 “Don’t pay attention to them Todoroki,” Izumi moved to grab his hands and for a second she thought he’d let go of his Quirk, but he calmed down. “Just try to follow my lead while looking like you’re leading,” Izumi led him into the waltz they needed to learn, unaware of how the class, aware of his crush, was trying not to laugh. 

 He himself was trying not to mess up. If he got lucky he’d be able to dance with Izumi all night, and would be able to hold her attention for most of the UA event. 

 He just had to get this down. 

FMLYLM - Ella Issacson

  “No one is going to love you like I do,” Bakugou screamed at Izuku’s back. The other man paused, and turned around.

 “That’s the idea,” Izuku snapped before he went back to walking away. The shocked silence from behind him put a smile on Izuku’s face. 

 Why on Earth would Bakugou think Izuku would still stay?

 -

 A few weeks later, Katsuki showed up at the nerd’s door, ready to hear apologies and to take the man back. The person who answered the door was not Deku though. Instead it was a bare chested Tenya, who raised an eyebrow, his body covered in hickeys. 

 “You’re not welcome here,” the blue haired man closed the door, a speechless blond on the other side. 

I Ain’t Worried -OneRepublic

“You need to relax Tenya,” Izuku told his friend, dragging the taller teen down. Tenya grumbled, sitting down and watching the sky like Izuku was.

 “There is so much to do,” Tenya grumbled. “We can’t just wait here, letting-”

 “We need to take a breather,” Izuku said, knocking his shoulder into the other’s. Tenya sighed, but obeyed. The two sat there for some time, watching the sky. Eventually Tenya laid fully down, Izuku following suit. 

 “... I needed this,” Tenya admitted, smiling a little at the sky. 

 “See?” Izuku laughed, propping himself up. “We can’t keep worrying about things, we’ll go spar.”

 “Fine, fine, you’re right. But only for today!”

 “Of course.”

No Light, No Light - Florence + the Machine

 Izumi stared at the destruction around her, stumbling back to fall on her butt. She looked up at Dabi as he laughed, mocking the heroes who he’d just torched. 

 “Dabi-” Izumi croaked out. He paused and looked down at her, seeing her wide eyes.

 “Oh baby,” he said, his voice edged with violence as his blue eyes held hers. “You alright?”

 “I… I yes,” Izumi glanced away. She looked at the bodies, pushing herself up. “They had me surrounded. I… they were heroes.”

 “Oh Izumi,” Dabi sighed, going to wrap his arm around her. “They were scum.” he tilted her head up to kiss her. A forceful kiss that stole her breath away, his arm tightening as did his hand on her chin. It was possessive, violent. She had to pull away to get air, making Dabi laugh.

 “Come on baby, let’s get out of here.” Izumi followed the slightly older man, glancing behind them.

 She hadn’t known what she was getting into when she started dating Dabi.

 She didn’t know if she was prepared for it. At all. 

She Likes a Boy - Nxdia

 Takami Kei (or Hawks) took another shot, trying not to think about what had just happened. Her best friend, her partner through hell, had accepted a date. 

 But not with her. 

 No, Midoriya Izumi had taken the arm of Todoroki Natsuo with a giggle and smile. She had constantly talked about the slightly younger man since they sixteen to his fifteen. 

 Hawks drank another shot, her shoulders going up. Why was she like this? Why did it matter? So Izumi was dating Endeavour’s kid. Hawks liked the hero.

 Why did it matter so much? Why did it hurt so bad? 

 Why did it matter Izumi liked a boy? 

 (Why didn’t Izumi like her?)

Raging on a Sunday- Bohnes

 Izuku bared his teeth, a bloody bat in one hand and a riot shield he’d stolen off a cop in the other. “Back off.” He hissed.

 “You don’t need to worry,” the man in front of him said. “We can protect you.” the tone he held made Izuku stand straighter in front of the broken body behind him.

 “He’s not a danger.” Izuku snarled.

 “They all are,” scoffed the man. “All villains like him.”

 Shinsou flinched, trying to curl up. Izuku’s snarl got worse and he glared at the man. A new wave of discrimination after the League was taken down, after heroes were shoved down. Or well, not new, just worse. People like Shinsou were targeted more. Before it had just been words, but now here they were. 

 “You take one more step, and I will break every single bone you have,” Izuku said.

 “Really Dekiru? Without a Quirk?” the man scoffed.

 “I don’t need a Quirk to rage.”

Magick -Witchz

 “Don’t you want it over with?” Tomura asked Izuku, leaning in to whisper in the man’s ear. “Don’t you want the world to know how you feel?”

 “Stop,” Izuku tried to escape Tomura but the hand on his arm made it impossible.

 “You think they actually care about you?” the man laughed lowly. “The shiny medal they hold up showing they’re good people, look they let a Quirkless kid in. They just want what they can get from you.”

 “Isn’t that what you’re doing?” Izuku hissed.

 “Oh, I’m honest,” Tomura purred, leaning in. He was a year older then Izuku, who had been accepted to UA University. Ever since the villain saw him though, the man had followed Izuku around, picking at everything.

 It was hard not to listen to him.

Therapy -VOILA

 “I don’t want to talk to you,” Izuku said as soon as he opened the door.

 “Izu-” began the man outside the door but Izuku paused, a finger jabbed at the other.

 “Don’t use that name. You cut me off without any word. And then I hear you’re dating some random model?” he looked at Bakugou who winced. “I should have never tried to date you. Not after everything, I knew better. I knew better and yet… I let Mom talk me into it. I let your friends convince me. I let Hagakure and her romantic delusions get to me. And what did I get? Pain.” 

 “D-”

 “Not that name either.” Izuku snarled. Bakugou actually rolled his eyes. 

 “Fine, Midoriya. Look, it was just for PR-”

 “Go fuck yourself. Deal with the mess that is your personal relationships by yourself, and don’t use me to try and bandage it.” Izuku slammed the door shut, leaning his head against it. 

 He had come a long way. Before he’d have fallen into the other man’s arms. 

 He was proud of himself.

Lilith -Ellise

“She will chew you up and spit you out,” Dabi warned the obvious spy. Hawks wasn’t paying attention, eyes locked on the green haired woman at the bar. Midoriya Izumi, or Null as she called herself to weaponize an insult thrown at her, was disarming. Big green eyes, curvy and soft figure. Disarming in how she dressed with her soft cardigans and loose skirts.

 They all knew the rumours about them keeping her under lock and key. How a Quirkless woman had to be so scared being surrounded by the League. The more unsavoury comments of what they did to her made Dabi sick. They’d gotten rid of the ones who had made those sort of comments, Izumi having zero tolerance for them. 

 But still, everyone assumed she was there against her will. Including the spy it seemed. Dabi shrugged.

  When Izumi used the man up, leaving a broken toy behind her after she got what she wanted from him, he’d learn. 

 There was a reason Tomura listened to the woman, and no it wasn’t because they were siblings. 

 It was because Izumi was fucking terrifying and would ruin Tomura otherwise. 

 Hawks would learn.

[skeletinmoss]

The curse of the dark Phoenix

Chapter 17: Catching up

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“Should we catch mister Remus up on what happened the past fifty years?” Patton wondered as they walked towards the nearest village.

Remus had reluctantly accepted a cloak from Virgil to hide his altered form from the villagers.

“Oh Virgin told me everything already. Gussy got a promotion. All it took was every other great mage and above to kick the bucket. Except the high mages probably aren’t actually dead. The great mages… I saw some of them before I got locked up. They looked very dead,” Remus stated casually. “We’d all be stuck where we were if you three didn’t want to play hero and go snoop in a missing mage’s tower. That’s gutsy I’ll give you that. And that’s where you found Virgin in a box!”

“Stop calling him that,” Roman insisted, feeling Virgil’s annoyance at that nickname.

Remus turned to him with a smirk. “When he gets some I’ll stop calling him that,” he promised.

That… Confused Roman. Virgil had boyfriends before. Many from the sound of it. He didn’t think Virgil would be inexperienced… Virgil seemed amused by that statement, so he probably wasn’t.

Not something Roman wanted to be thinking about too much actually.

“Didn’t…” Patton started, but Virgil interrupted him.

“Anyway. My love life aside. There is a chance that there are some allies around who will help us no questions asked. Thomas is king, I don’t worry about him. It’s the council I am not sure about and I’d rather have the gang complete and agree on our story to keep these three out of trouble on the off chance this whole thing goes belly up,” Virgil explained, indicating Roman and his friends.

Roman was about to interject, but Remus interrupted him.

“So we gotta nap,” he said, clearly annoyed by that part of the plan. “Eat, and then go find Janni without any clue where to find him?” he surmised.

“Well, we have some clue. We have an area within which we need to search. We can start from the center and then go from there. Which just so happens to be… Here,” Virgil announced as they came upon the village.

“Oooh, I remember this one!” Remus cackled. “Didn’t you have a cult here for a while?” he wondered.

“Not a cult. Just…” Virgil tried to correct.

“Dude they had tattoos. It was a cult,” Remus grinned.

Virgil sighed. “You stop one forest fire,” he muttered.

“How long is ‘a while’?” Logan wondered. Which was fair. A while for them might mean something entirely different to them than to the centuries old mages.

“A decade or two,” Virgil admitted.

“Dude, babies were born and raised on the idea that you were an actual god,” Remus chuckled.

“It was a very isolated town back then. Not many travelers going through, let alone mages. Few even knew it was there,” Virgil explained.

“And worrywart Virgin kept tabs on those wittle settlements like a good wittle high mage,” Remus teased.

“I wasn’t the only one,” Virgil pointed out. “You are more of an outlier than me in that regard.”

Remus shrugged. “Anyway, Virgie finally had enough of the worship every time he checked up on the wards and asked me for help setting things straight. I’m pretty sure they still thought we were something divine for a good while after that… I think that kid… Damian?” Remus mused.

Virgil nodded. “Once Damian was found to be gifted and he went to school, he managed to convince his family and neighbors that magic, while powerful, is not an indication of the divine,” he recalled. They made their way to one of the larger buildings. Not the inn though. “Ever since, I’ve been treated as a welcome guest,” Virgil mused.

“And I as a scary reminder to treat you as a person,” Remus grinned, elbowing his friend in the side.

Virgil chuckled and knocked on the door. “Here’s hoping for allies,” he mused.

Not much later, a woman in her early twenties opened the door.

Virgil relaxed. "Daughter of James, son of Adam?" he guessed, pulling his hood back just a bit.

The woman gasped. “You are here,” she breathed as she ushered them inside.

"Grandfather will be thrilled," she said in an excited tone as she led him onward to the living room where an elderly man in his seventies was seated along with a man in his late forties or early fifties. They both rose from their seats, the eldest a bit less fluently.

"Please, stay seated," Virgil bid, making the eldest gasp. "Virgil... it really is you," he whispered. Virgil pulled back his cloak, revealing his cursed appearance, the man seemed unphased.

"Hey, Adam. You look good," he smiled fondly.

"No need to lie," Adam chuckled, tears welling up in his eyes. "When we got the message... I didn't think I'd see you this soon. But I came here because I knew that if you did end up in the area, this was where you'd look for aid," he explained shakily. Virgil gently guided him back to his seat. "Well, I found Remus in the area, so I couldn't just pass you by. What message, though?" Virgil wondered. Adam pointed at the table. A messaging stone.

"The phoenix has risen," Adam said weightily. "That was the message," he said. Then he took in Roman and his friends. "Are we all allies of the high Mage?" he asked firmly.

"They are good, Adam. Man, you got serious while I was away. I remember you being much more fun," Virgil chided playfully.

Adam smiled fondly at him. "Well, what I am about to reveal could put my family and our allies at risk, so I have to be cautious,” he offered apologetically. “We are the guardians of the Phoenix secret. We shared information on your last years and those of other high mages that kept in contact with the common folk,” he explained. Then he leaned forward, looking Virgil in the eye. “There are wizards and mages the council has no knowledge about. No one knew what the ritual that would allow them to become great mages entailed exactly I'm afraid. And we didn't stumble upon it while we tried to educate free thinking magic wielders as we'd hoped. But still, you'll have plenty of students of varying ages eager for some more guidance. Many of them have lost a loved one to the plague and did not accept the official explanation for their passing. They eagerly await word from you," Adam explained.

Virgil chuckled. "I should have known you'd keep your trouble maker tendencies even after taking over as caretaker of the town," he mused.

"But it's good to know there will be mages around to help guide the official magic community." The cursed high mage decided. "I'll help them as soon as we know what happened to the other high mages. We already found the smoldering heart and the frozen tempest. I'm sure there will be more returning to help soon," he promised.

"How can we help?" The other man, James probably, wondered eagerly.

"We could use someplace to rest for an hour. Food. And information. Anything about where Janus silver tongue was last seen or anything about a basilisk in the area," Virgil summarized.

"We won’t need a big room," Remus assured them as he pulled a flustered Patton closer by the waist.

"I'll fit this one in my lap," he mused. To which Patton made a high pitched squeak.

"Don't make him uncomfortable Remus,” Virgil warned.

Remus let go of Patton. "Came Vigini!" He whined petulantly. Roman was at a complete loss as to what he just said. And then Virgil responded in kind.

Roman was pretty sure no one in the room knew what the heck they were saying.

Remus seemed to be on the defensive and Virgil seemed both skeptical and intrigued.

Roman felt a nudge. He looked beside him and saw that his friends were looking at him expectantly.

“What?” he whispered.

“What are they saying?” Logan asked, rolling his eyes as though that was obvious.

“I can’t read his mind. I need some more context and even then it’s an educated guest. Remus is trying to convince Virgil of something. Virgil is not impressed. That’s all I got,” he whispered back.

“Got on what?” Remus asked curiously. Roman glared at him, not willing to say anything if Virgil hadn’t.

“Oh, Roman and Virgil have a magic bond and they have this cool thing where they talk without talking now,” Patton summarized helpfully, glad that he wasn’t the topic anymore Roman assumed.

“Really?” Remus said intrigued.

“It was an accident,” Roman insisted. “When we found Virgil’s ashes I didn’t expect to be touching human remains, I panicked and tried a cleansing spell and then Virgil started to reform and my magic mixed with his and now here we are,” Roman insisted.

“It is probably for the best that it did happen though,” Logan pointed out. “We would likely not have been so quick to trust Virgil had it not been for Roman being so connected to Virgil’s emotions,” he pointed out.

“I might not have stuck around you guys for longer than necessary to grab some supplies and hand you a favor before getting home if I hadn’t felt your shock and worry. It alerted me that something was off and made me more cautious. Slowing down, as frustrating as it was at the time, probably was beneficial to preparing and planning the rescue mission,” Virgil admitted.

“Well, good that things turned out how they did,” the woman who’d initially opened the door for them said.

“My brother and his wife run the inn. They’ll have some space to spare and the resources to cook you a proper meal,” she offered.

“Thank you,” Virgil smiled before turning to Adam. “We’ll be on the move as soon as we have somewhere to go, but I’ll be back to catch up once things have settled,” he promised.

Adam nodded gratefully.

Logan offered their hostess the map. “The yellow circle is the area within which the high mage Janus should be found. This should help you in gathering relevant information,” he stated.

The woman nodded and then took them to a different building.

As they were guided outside, Roman gently touched Virgil's arm with his own to get his attention but not be noticed by someone else, specifically Remus.

Virgil glanced towards him, picking up on his attempt to be subtle.

Roman looked back at the house where the two elder men were watching them go to wave at them and then turned to Virgil curiously, already having his suspicions. Virgil smiled, fond accusation in his eyes. Roman turned away from him, embarrassed. Virgil subtly nudged him in comfort. Glanced back and showed his nostalgic affection for the young man Adam was when they knew one another. Then he looked at Roman, flooding him with the inferno of affection, completely consuming the embers of what remained of whatever once existed between him and Adam.

Roman felt a little silly for being jealous of an elderly person. But Virgil didn't seem to fault him for that.

"You weren't kidding. This is gonna be fun," Remus chuckled. Great. So he did catch on.

“Drop it Remus,” Virgil sighed.

“Aw come on V. You haven’t had a magic bond since school. It’s a little intriguing,” Remus shrugged.

“That you know off,” Virgil stated, making Remus gasp offended. “You bonded with someone other than me or J on purpose?” he asked. Virgil just smirked and walked on. Though Roman could tell he hadn’t just made that up to rile Remus up.

He wondered who he’d chosen to bond with.

"Jessica! Peter! Guests for Grandfather. They need rooms and a meal!" Their guide called out they entered the Inn. Behind the bar stood a young couple looking surprised at their arrival. Middle of the day was not exactly rush hour.

"We don't need to use the beds, and we only need the space for an hour," Virgil promised gently. His hood once again securely over his head. "And we got gold to pay," Remus added.

"Um. Well, the rooms are just cleaned out and I don't expect anyone till dinner. So uh... how many rooms?

"A single one if there is enough space for all of us to sit comfortably," Virgil offered. Tossing Remus a warning glance to which the high mage pouted.

Jessica nodded, grabbed a key, and led the way.

"Here you go. I'll have a stew and some bread ready when you get back," she offered as she opened the door for them and handed Virgil the key.

"Thank you," he bid before closing the door and turning to the group.

"Everyone knows the drill. Roman I want to try and see if I can teach you a few things about being a phoenix high Mage while resting. Are you okay with that?" Virgil asked.

Roman frowned, pretending to be confused for a moment before coming to a realization. "Like how you showed us your memory for clues," he guessed so no one would know there'd been a much more recent experience for Roman.

Virgil nodded though his emotions searched for confirmation. He wanted to know if Roman wanted it to be like last night or like the first time.

Roman pressed on with confidence, indicating his desire for them to be one again.

"Ooh first a magic bond, now sharing a dream? Virgil you always had favorites, but you're never so obvious about it," Remus teased.

"Shut it Remus," Virgil warned as he locked the door so they wouldn't be interrupted.

"I'm being serious!" Remus insisted, throwing an arm around Roman's shoulder. "Seriously, seriously though," he whispered in Roman's ear. "He is thick as a rock when it comes to guys liking him." Roman doubted that but Remus' ignorance seemed to be a source of amusement for Virgil so he didn’t correct him.

"But I'm pretty confident he likes you. So when you make your move, lay it on thick," he advised. Roman was taken aback. He hadn't expected to get Remus' approval. Not that he'd wanted it. Virgil's as the only approval that mattered.

Still. He appreciated the gesture, even if he was not going to admit that.

"Get of me," he huffed as he broke from his maybe great something uncle's grip. “I think I am currently a bit more aware of what he does and does not feel than you,” he pointed out dismissively before turning to Virgil.

"I'd love that. Thank you," he told Virgil. He could hear Remus sigh defeated. Thinking he'd failed to be a good guide for his 'nephew' probably.

"Alright. Come sit with me. We have an hour," Virgil reminded him. Roman nodded and joined Virgil, where he sat on the floor. They sat themselves back to back.

"Wanna cuddle?" Remus suggested to someone. Probably Patton. "No, thank you," Patton squeaked.

"Great, now there's four," Logan muttered. And then it went quiet, and Roman could focus.

He was five and looked up at his grandfather with big eyes. Under the wonder and excitement there was surprise that was not his own.

"Roman, my boy. I will tell you the tale of the birth of the marvelous town me, my father and your father grew up in," his grandfather said weightily. “It was my father’s first memory. They traveled through an icy storm to find a new home to live with his parents and everyone from their former village. A band of rogues with terrible magic means had ransacked their village, poisoned their lands.” Roman could vividly imagine it, though he hadn’t at the time. Those bands of rogue wizards specializing in weather magic, turning it against the kingdom to send everyone in disarray.

“And no aid was coming for them, so they packed up and tried their luck elsewhere.

They were forced to travel under terrible circumstances Roman, but they had to find shelter. So, they braved the storm,” grandfather said dramatically putting his grandchild on the edge of his seat. “And finally, the gods heard their prayers for mercy and the storm died down. Just as they found themselves in a valley near a forest, a river between them and predators, but not impossible for humans to cross so they could hunt for food in the forest. They stood a chance at survival.

But my father didn’t remember that day because of the storm or the miraculous appearance of the perfect valley to live in.” Grandfather leaned in closer. “Not even for the white-blue feline monsters that emerged from the forest, jumping over the river with ease, just as they had settled in.” Roman gasped in shock.

“No. He remember it for what happened right after his father covered his fear frozen body with his own. Through his embrace he saw a bird, black as night swoop in between them and the advancing monsters. They cowered away just as the majestic creature lit up in purple flames and turned into a man. With a mere gesture of his hand he sent the monsters back to the forest. He stood there a moment, light pouring from him and encircling what would become our town,” grandfather said. “And then he turned and knelt down to meet my father’s gaze. And you know what he told him Roman?” Roman shook his head, entirely enraptured.

“He told him that he’d sorted out the issues with the neighbors and that they should have pleasant weather for a long while. And they did. And we do. Only gentle snowfall and regular showers to water our crops, a rare late night thunderstorm to enjoy from the safety of our homes. It was, and still is, a magnificent place to live,” grandfather said wisely.

“I suppose that is a no to moving with us?” Roman’s father said from behind him. The memory shifted.

He was sat in his dorm room reading a bundle of poems.

"Roman," Logan's voice called. "Will you please put that down? This is important," he insisted.

"I'm not slacking," Roman insisted. "These are written before the plague and honor the great mages of that time. Uncensored " Roman pointed out.

"Really?" Patton gasped. Nervous and excited at the same time.

Logan was silent. Craving the hidden knowledge, but also well aware that if the Council knew about this book, they'd probably ban it. It had likely been overlooked due to it being poetry. They weren't supposed to learn anything about the magic of that time if it was not vetted and deemed safe by the arch mage...

"Listen to this," Roman said, encouraged by the fact that no one was stopping him. "The flame of night, endlessly bright upon the crowd. The sky had fallen, the stars were enraged, yet it did not phase the mage of night. And thus he tamed the blazing stars, docile the hellhound laid at his feet,” Roman cited gently.

“Wow… That’s kind of cool,” Patton breathed.

Logan hummed, not wanting to admit that he agreed.

“Too bad that such magics led to a plague,” he pointed out.

“Yes, but still… I wonder what it was like, to live like that. Not having to worry that you offended Her,” Roman mused.

They didn’t mention the goddess of magic out loud when they could help it. His friends knew which ‘Her’ he meant.

“We will likely never know…” Logan sighed, also not happy with having their magic so limited.

“In any case, I found something… Peculiar,” the diviner of their group stated, shifting topic.

“What’s that?” Roman asked.

“The arch mage. There is nothing to find about his death. Not the date, not the cause. Not even that he died. His death should have been a state affair. But there was no mention of it made ever. He just seems to, disappear,” he informed them.

“Wait… He might not be dead?” Patton asked confused. They’d all assumed he was dead. But Logan was right there should’ve been some sort of record for that. If there wasn’t then that meant…

“Who is searching for him?” Roman asked.

“I don’t know, but they aren’t successful, clearly,” he stated.

Roman grinned, he knew that glint in his friend’s eye. That was the same look he’d had when they made their pact to become mages.

“What do you say we offer some help?” Logan suggested.

“How?” Patton wondered.

“I have been doing some research, there is a ritual that can elevate us beyond ordinary mages. It is difficult and dangerous, as we have to connect with the very fabric of magic on a deeper level. Being rejected is extremely likely, and who knows what might happen if we are. But with ample preparation, I believe we might succeed,” he announced.

Roman looked to Patton and then to Logan. They were once again on the same page. They’d take on this challenge together.

Roman let go of his hold of the past and felt himself be gently pulled in another direction.

He was lying in a field under a starlit sky. Minding his breath. Stardust next to him. Staring up at the endless void of dark and light.

"What are you doing?"

His concentration broken, he glanced at the boy who'd managed to settle at his side without him noticing.

He looked back up to the stars. "I am trying to commune with Magic," he explained.

The young man gasped. "You can do that!?" he whispered incredulously.

"Sort off," he said. "It takes a lot of focus though," he explained.

"What are you saying to her?" His student wondered.

He was silent and looked at the 14 year old. He didn't need to know about his suspicions. "I asked for some guidance," he said simply.

That got him a long moment of silence.

"Why did she make you a phoenix and not a dragon?" The teenager asked suddenly.

"Because I'm not a dragon. I'd be a terrible king," he stated.

"You're a great teacher," the young man countered. He chuckled. "I'm alright, I suppose," he allowed. "I wouldn't give it up for the world," he mused. The young man nodded in understanding.

"Want to comune with me?" He offered. In answer his student laid down next to him.

He blinked and he was in a hallway looking at his student. Now a young adult. He was eying the doors nervously. It was a different room, a different building and a different city. But it had the same design and the same function as the one he’d entered for his ascension.

"You will be fine. I'll be here when you get back," he promised.

"Thank you," his pupil said. "For sneaking me in here," he added.

"No problem. I wish I'd gone behind everyone's back when I became a great mage. I hated the whole circus," he admitted, making a face. His student laughed. "Well, see you later," the young mage bid before walking in and closing the doors.

He took a deep breath and held out his hands, a little pouch with herbs on his wrist. He had prepared the room. Now, he just had to activate the bubble. The guide would break the circle when it was time.

A bright flash, a gust of wind blew the doors open, and he stared wide-eyed at the silhouette of a dragon in the smoke. Then he blinked, and it was all back to normal.

His protege standing in the center, shaking. He rushed forward and embraced him. "I've got you," he promised.

"Did you know?" The young man whimpered into his shoulder.

"I had suspicions. I didn’t want that burden to be put upon you any sooner than necessary. No one has to know until you are ready," he promised.

"But the people..." the future king protested.

"Are well looked after by all of us," he assured him. "You don't need to take the crown until you are ready," he swore.

He felt the embrace tighten.

And then he was in the forest in his phoenix form his student stood before him holding one of his feathers, focusing. And then there was a golden phoenix before him.

"Welcome to flying 101. Your first lesson in preparation of ascending," he announced.

His pupil shook his head disoriented. "The phoenix senses will take some getting used to. Now, shall we?" It took a few tries and some encouragement in the face of defeat, but they took to the sky and the future king was having the time of his life. As they flew all around the lands that would someday become their kingdom, he explained becoming a high mage to him.

"You will no longer be looking up at the stars but feel like you are part of them. Like they are old friends. Magic will bend for you more easily. Like you know it's language. Basically, the same changes after becoming a mage and a great mage. But more extreme. You won't notice right away. Only when using spells at first.

As if you subconsciously give yourself more time to process. It's a lot. But once you get comfortable in your new body, magic will be as natural as breathing." he explained.

"How do I ascend?"

"When you are ready, you focus like you did when you first connected, and this time, you let it consume you. You will not disappear. You will be one with magic. When you are ready to accept that, it will happen as it should."

They flew in silence. "You will be there, right?"

"Until you send me away," he promised. He angled his body to gain altitude above a forest and then he dove down again. Heading straight for a castle. A new castle. One that would survive several centuries of both peace and war. But now it was shiny and new, only a decade old, built as crown jewel of the chosen capitol.

He landed in the courtyard, human once more. His student stood before him, surrounded by curious, confused, mages.

“Do you have it?” the younger mage said nervously.

“All taken care off,” he promised with a bow of his head. “You’ll do great,” he promised before walking back to give the soon to be high mage his space.

The young almost king took a deep breath and in a blaze, spread his wings and took to the sky. Growing bigger and bigger until a fully grown, golden dragon flew loops around the castle, letting out a mighty roar and flying off.

Virgil smirked proudly and conjured a table on which he laid out the newly made golden crown and the ten swords that had left the fire only that morning, enchanted and made ready for their pledge an hour ago.

When the king came back from marking his territory, he would be crowned and nine mages would be chosen as his advisors and confidants. Together the ten of them would reflect the ten main gods. Remus would often be jokingly referred to as the unofficial eleventh representative of eclipse, only showing up when it pleased him.

He looked up and blinked against the sun.

And then he was standing in front of the inn earlier today looking at Roman slowly transforming, before his eyes. His hair growing longer his skin changing color and then suddenly he was blinding to look at, for a moment he thought he saw wings and half expected to see a Pegasus appear. But no. When he could see him again he was a gorgeous white horse with golden eyes, though he could swear there were some red and purple hues in his manes when he moved his head and the light hit it just right.

He blinked and he was flying through the temple. To his horror he saw Roman taunt Remus into attacking him. For a terrifying moment he thought he was watching one of his closest friends torch a man he’d come to care deeply for in a dazzling short amount of time.

But the yellow and green flames Remus produced turned golden and red and even a little purple as they bend around Roman as though protecting, no embracing him.

Roman started glowing himself becoming one with the flames, making it just one whirling storm of fire.

And then it became a silhouette of a phoenix, bursting from the wave of flames with grace and regal purpose. It actually intimidated the chimera for a moment. Then the fire phoenix closed its wings and shrank down, leaving behind a faintly glowing Roman. Who still stood his ground like nothing had happened.

That idiot.

“Hey! Love birds! Wake up!”

[callsign-joyride]

for fluffy fall fantasy, could you please do 3 w/ rooster and hangman? thanks!

Love of My Life | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw + Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: You go into labor during a dinner party that you and Bradley are hosting. Jake helps the two of you out.

Content warnings: Pregnancy, body insecurities, labor/childbirth, fluff

Prompt: Already barely holding it together as they're getting their hand held but then they feel that reassuring squeeze and they just can't

This was written for my Fluffy Fall Fantasy event. Feel free to send in requests!

Bradley wanted to have a dinner party with everyone before you had the baby. You were around two weeks away from your due date, so you were mostly at home resting before the baby came, anyway. He told you that he would take care of everything around the house so that you could continue to relax, something that you were thankful for. (The dinner party was his idea and you would’ve ripped his head off if he asked you to cook for ten people.) Maverick and Penny were the first to walk in, handing you a gift bag full of baby stuff because they were out of town during your baby shower. You had been experiencing mild contractions throughout the day, but you were so close to giving birth that you passed them off as Braxton-Hicks. 

You sat at the dining table in between Bradley and Hangman and you felt huge. You didn’t eat at the table often since getting pregnant because you didn’t feel as big as you were if you sat on the couch with your dinner. As you ate, the contractions started to get stronger and closer together, but you didn’t want to change the pace of the night. 

Fanboy and Payback said that they were going to get the fire pit going, and you told everyone that they could go and have fun even though you were going to bed. So, Hangman was surprised to see you loading and unloading the dishwasher at almost midnight.

“What are you doing? You shouldn’t be bending over like that,” he said as he took over doing the dishes for you.

“I think I’m in labor,” you softly whispered. It took a moment for it to register in his head as he turned to you with a look of shock on his face.

“What? For how long?”

You glanced at the clock on the microwave and looked back at him.

“I don’t know, but it’s been like four hours since my contractions started getting stronger and closer together.”

“And you didn’t say anything?”

“I don’t think that’s the point right now. Let me go get Bradley and-,”

“He’s had a couple beers and you’re having contractions. It’s okay, I can take both of you, but I’ll go and get him.”

“Well, there’s another problem with that. The car seat is in the Bronco and he barely even lets me drive that thing. God, I could kill him right now. All of this is just so fucking stupid. Obviously none of us knew that I’d be in labor but - oh shit.”

You felt something pop before hearing a gush, and fluid was running down your legs and on to the floor. Both of you looked down at the puddle that you were standing in and Jake rushed over to you.

“Um, fuck, I don’t know how to help you. Sit down on, like, a towel or something, I don’t know. I’m gonna go get Bradley.”

Jake left once you nodded your head and waddled over to the linen closet to grab a dark towel to sit on. You were so worried about ruining the furniture that you sat on one of the throw pillows after putting the towel over it, just to make sure that you wouldn’t get anything on the couch. You texted a few family members while waiting for Bradley and Jake to come back inside. Bradley gave you a hug and squeezed your hand before telling Jake what to do. He was going to get the hospital bag while Jake helped you into the passenger seat of the Bronco, and Bradley would sit in the back with the carseat and hospital bag. 

“This is the only time I’m letting you drive the Bronco. Be gentle. And she gets to pick the music,” Bradley said as he gestured to you and Jake. You laughed, but that was immediately followed by a groan from how much pain you were in. The hospital that you planned to have the baby at was fifteen minutes away, but it felt like it was taking an eternity to get there. 

Both of them walked you into the hospital, with Jake giving your hand a tight squeeze as you were filling out the paperwork to get checked in. Once you got into the room, Jake was told to wait outside while the nurses gave you what you needed. Eventually, Jake’s options were to wait in the lobby or go home, but he had left his car at the home that you and Bradley shared, so he decided to wait in the lobby until the rest of the Dagger Squad showed up. Everyone came and went periodically as they waited to hear about if you had the baby or not. Bradley was sending updates to the groupchat since he didn’t want to leave you, even though you were starting to get the urge to punch him with how annoying he was being. 

Things got to a point where Bradley decided to send everyone except for Maverick home. You weren’t really progressing and the nurses couldn’t tell when you were going to actually have the baby. Bradley eventually sent him home, too, saying that Mav would be the first to know when you had the baby. The decision was one that you were thankful for, as it took more than a day for you to have the baby. 

You were able to leave the hospital a few days after having the baby. Everyone was still congratulating you and Bradley across social media platforms, but you didn’t really mind. The baby cooed in your arms as Bradley opened the front door to the house, deciding that he would park his Bronco in the garage at a different time. 

There was a “welcome home” banner hanging when you walked in, and snacks were on the kitchen counter. Everyone slowly came out of their hiding spots as to not startle you or the baby, and your eyes lit up with glee when they all walked over to you to look at the baby. Everyone, even Hangman, thought that the baby was the cutest thing they had ever seen. He looked more like Bradley than you, which didn’t really surprise anyone that much because Bradley looked just like Goose.

“Jake, I can’t thank you enough for helping us the other day. You really didn’t have to but it means a lot.”

“He did it because he wanted you to name the baby after him!” Fanboy yelled from across the room. The baby started crying and everyone glared at him for ruining the moment.

“As much as we appreciate it, man, I’m never letting her name our baby after you,” Bradley told Jake. You laughed as Phoenix guided you to the kitchen for some snacks that everyone was sure you needed after being in the hospital for days.

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okay so imagine buck coming home from a long day and you know that so you run him a bath and it's v relaxing and maybe a lil spicy?? idk you take the reins, i just am a sucker for good ole pampering your partner

Relax - E. Buckley

I’m in love with him and I’m not sorry

Not edited and prob complete shit, but idc

“You look terrible.”

“I literally just walked through the door and that’s how you greet me after a twenty-four hour shift?”

“Hi honey.” You grinned as you walked over to him, your hands brushing against his chest softly, “You look like shit.”

Buck tossed his head back as he laughed before pressing his lips to yours, a painful groan leaving his lips.

“Rough day?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around him, your hands rubbing at his mid back.

“Yeah.” He sighed, “Eddie was being a dumbass and bumped into me as we were going up the stairs to the kitchen and I fell down the stairs.” He said as he winced, “messed my back up pretty good.”

“Please tell me Bobby made you stay at the fire house after that.” You sighed.

“He tried. I told him I was fine, went to a fire and when I got inside the building, a ceiling tile and some debris hit my back.” He explained even more, “Turns out, that stuff weight more than it looks. Made it worse so he made me stay the rest of the day.” He shrugged as his thumbs rubbed at your collarbones, “Luckily for him, he doesn’t have any paper work to do so I’m sure Athena is happy he’s home early tonight.”

“Oh I’m sure she is.” You grinned up at him, “i couldn’t imagine having a job I love so much that I don’t come straight home after I’ve hurt myself.” You chuckled.

“I love what I do- you know this.” He whispered, “If I have a chance to be out in the field, you know I’m going to take it; whether I’m hurt or not.” He said, “I couldn’t see myself being anything other than a firefighter.”

“I know,” you replied as your hands kept rubbing at his back through his t-shirt, “That’s why you’re best at what you do,” you added, “Although you do think with your heart more than your head and it is going to get you hurt one of these days.” You sighed.

“I know.” He chuckled before wincing in pain. You slowly let go of your sweet boyfriend, his arms coming up to rub the sides of your arms.

“How about I run you a bath and you just relax for a while?”

“Mhm- I’d love that.” He grinned down at you as he started to tug his LAFD t-shirt off, revealing the bruise on his back from where he had hit the stairs.

“I think the stairs won that battle.” You stated as your fingers softly danced across the purple and brown splotch on his back.

“How bad is it?”

“Well, it doesn’t look good.” You chuckled sarcastically causing him to roll his eyes at you.

You walked up the stairs in your apartment as he went towards the kitchen, slowly unpacking his lunchbox from his last shift.

“I got it, E. Don’t worry about it.” You hollered behind you, “You’ve had a long twenty four hours, just rest.”

“But-“

“I don’t need your help.” You laughed from the bathroom as you heard him let out a frustrated groan as he trudged up the stairs, his hands working on the buckle of his navy blue uniform pants.

“It smells like straight lavender in here.” He chuckled as he pulled the belt from the loops before popping the button on his pants, “A little help?” He cheekily grinned.

“I think you’ve got it handled, Buckley.” You rolled your eyes as you patted his thigh.

Buck quickly got undressed, him gingerly slipping into the bathtub- you watching intently as his muscles flexed with every movement.

His eyes danced across your face, slowly trailing down your body as you sat on the floor next to him. His hand came up out of the water, slowly interlacing his with yours.

“Wanna join me?” He asked as he slowly pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes still locked on your face.

“Baby, that bathtub is the size of your salary, which is to say, very small.” You said as you gave him a lopsided smirk, knowing it would annoy him.

He tossed his head back as he let a groan leave his lips.

“And besides, you’re hurt,” you pointed out, “You’re not getting lucky at all tonight- the most ass something will be getting is that bed once you get out of the bath.”

***

You curled up into Buck’s chest, his arms wrapped protectively around you.

“Thank you for doing that.” He murmured into your hair, his hand coming up to soft brush through it, “I really appreciate it.”

“You’d do it for me.” You replied as you leaned up to look at him.

Buck took the opportunity, him immediately pressing his lips against yours.

You kissed back as his tongue swiped over your bottom lip. His hands gripped at your sides causing you to let out a gasp.

You broke away from Buck, his mouth agape as he watched you press soft kisses to his chest, his hands slowly guiding you down by your shoulders.

You made your way down his torso, nipping and sucking in certain spots.

His strong hands continued to push down before you came back to your senses, realizing that this shouldn’t be happening. Not right now- at least.

“Evan- no.” You whispered as you pulled back, “You’re hurt and I’m not risking it.”

“I’m fine, Y/N,” he started, “I promise.”

“You’re lying, you whore.” You laughed, “Once you’re better and it’s your next off day, we won’t leave this bed.”

“Promise?”

“Oh Buckley, you’re mine once you’re feeling better.”

[collectivecloseness]

3 & 17 & fluff with robin please <33 you’re the sweetest ever!! <33

No you! <3 Also, this is a cute take of these prompts, which is smth I love, people using the prompts to mean all sorts of different things aaah!! 💕

Prompts: 3) I’m not letting you go, it’s too risky & 17) *clinging onto their leg*

Robin Buckley x reader

“But whyyyyyyy????”

You rolled your eyes playfully at your girlfriends moan again, Robin being draped over your shoulder while you finish up at your make up desk, as much as Robin had tried to distract you.

You’d been invited to a party tonight. It was a semi big one, and of course you’d invited Robin to go along with you. But she had bad blood with someone there, so she wouldn’t go on principal. Something you agreed with her she was very bad ass for. However it was one of your best friends throwing the party, so you couldn’t just not turn up, especially when you’d already promised her. Besides, you and Robin were independent in your relationship in that healthy way, it wasn’t like you were attached at the hip!

Something Robin was definitely trying to disprove this evening.

Robin pressed lots of hurried kisses to your cheek, loud “mwah, mwah!” sounds following each peck as she tried to cast a spell on you to stay, whining with her face buried in your shoulder when you switched off your make up light, done.

“Baby I told you, I’ve got to go. You could always come with me, I swear I’ll keep Melissa away from you. I’ll even beat her up for you if you want.” You playfully bopped Robin on her nose as she looked up, with her chin smushed against you.

But Robin vehemently shook her head, and backed away from your chair, to pace with the need to rant about this asshole again. At least giving you a chance to get up. “No! Absolutely not. I’d rather by caught by the Russians again then be caught dead at one of her parties.” She moaned under her breath, crossing her arms with a fired up look in her eyes from just thinking about it.

You tilted your head disapprovingly at her choice of analogy, patting her cheek affectionately “Don’t say that.” You lightly spoke, Robin just leaning her head into your cheek more, exhausted by the conversation point. “Besides! It’s not like it’s her party.”

“I don’t want you to go.” Robin’s voice cracked a little with her rasp. Her hand holding your own to her cheek. A couple of seconds later, her other hand moving out and gently fiddling with the thin strap of your top, tugging you slightly towards her. “Stay with me.”

“Mmhm. And why shouldn’t I go?” You asked, distracting her with a glossy peck to her nose, that got her to blink all flustered and cutely, before you walked to your closet to find the shoes you’d chosen last night.

Robin trailed behind you, dressed only in her comfy clothes, as a way to entice you, compared to your outfit that should be sinful, the way she’d have her hands on you in a much different way, if it wasn’t for your constant attempt to leave. “I’m not letting you go, it’s too risky. Someone’s going to steal you.”

Robin pouted. Something you caught as you slowly turned a 180 in your one heeled boot, raising an eyebrow at your girlfriend. “You’re worried about me getting kidnapped?”

“I’m worried at someone wanting your hot ass all to themselves, dingus.” Robin lightly shook your shoulder, falling with a dramatic sigh against your back as you sat on the edge of the bed to get your shoes on. Something that was slowly pushing you off the bed, but Robin didn’t really care about.

“Well, do you think I’d let someone other than you have my hot ass?” You asked her, lightly nudging her with your shoulder to get you both back up, and also shooting her a wink, biting your tongue with a smile.

But Robin wasn’t having it. “No, but it doesn’t stop them from trying.” She wrapped her arms around your shoulders, pressing her head into your back. Before moaning out what sounded like the beginning of a strangled cry when you stood up, only being soothed when you took her hands, and brought her up with you.

“Well I’d stop them from trying.” You put your fists out again, jokingly ready for a fight.

But Robin still frowned, lowering both of them with her own hand, but then seemingly deciding against it, balling your two fists together and encasing them in her own. Leaning her chin daintily on your joint hands, as she peered up at you with her big blue puppy dog eyes. “Please don’t leave. I promise to do anything you want.”

You sighed with closed lips, taking in the image of your girlfriend pleading. You quickly bent forward and kissed Robin’s nose again, and then her hands over yours, smoothing over them, as you kept your eyes pinned to hers, smirking. “As much as a willing slave sounds tempting...”

Robin followed you fuzzy eyed. Her mouth partly opening, and what was on her mind (if anything right now) clear on her face, her eyes following you dreamily.

“And as much as I love you begging...”

Robin swallowed, nodding with dulled speed, her breath fanning on your face.

“I made a promise.” You smiled sweetly. Tapping her hands, before letting them go.

Robin gave a defeated whine once your back was turned, and her brain had probably rebooted. You swear you’d be able to see her stomping her feet if you turned around.

“You’re such a tease!” She whined, making you smile as you searched for your handbag, just needing it for make up and a small flask and the like, as you responded towards the closet “Yeah but I’m only your tease.”

You managed to slip your bag over your shoulder, turning it around to make sure it still matched your jacket, before starting to spin around to collect your things.

That’s when you felt a collision near your feet, nearly stumbling over with a puff of air if it wasn’t for the thing anchoring you. And looking down, you saw Robin sitting on your foot, with her arms wrapped around your legs, gazing up at you sadly.

“Are you clinging to my leg? Robin?” You were just so surprised by it. Trying to shake your leg a little, but nope, Robin was firmly suckered on there.

“I’m not letting go till you change your mind.” Robin moaned loudly up at you, face set and testing. If Robin wanted to win, she’d usually win.

“Robin, are you serious?” You asked, although you couldn’t help but splutter a small laugh towards the end of your sentence. Robin only pouted at this, sticking her tongue out at you, before burying her face in between your knees. Not saying anything now.

You laughed a little more this time, still quiet, but you still attempted this new trial, just with your girlfriend wanting to take part. You penguin walked over to your make up desk, sort of making it there, more so taking the three waddled steps so you could reach your arm out, and scoop what you needed into your bag.

Robin must have heard the make up rolling across the wood, and clattering in your hands, because she hugged your legs tighter. Something that gave you an idea, as you zipped up the bag, bringing your hand down and scritching at Robin’s head. Something you knew Robin adored, and she was clearly half leaning into it.

“Oh so you are coming with me?” You asked, re-placing the strap of your bag over your shoulder. “Okay, let’s go.” You began ‘walking’.

“No!” Robin yelled up at you, glaring daggers at you now from where she sat, and you couldn’t help but giggle. She looked cute!

You tried to move, but Robin wouldn’t budge, squeezing you closer.

“Robin baby I’m trying to sit with you, you have to let me go.”

Immediately Robin conceded. Scooting her butt up a bit on your bedroom carpet, and eagerly wriggling back forward once you were sat, laying her knees on top of yours as you both sat crisscrossed. Maybe another way of her trying to keep you anchored down, you thought amused.

You took Robin’s face between your cheeks, and she leaned into that touch, eyes wide and hopeful on yours, and freckled face so piqued at you, with hope that you were going to say what she wanted you to.

You smiled warmly. “Robin, babe, you know I made a promise.”

Robin immediately started shimmying so she could sit on top of you.

But before she could do that, you easily pressed her waist into your carpet, and manouvered yourself to sit on top of Robin’s crotch, pinning her to the ground instead.

Robin seemed pretty pleased with this scenario too, however. Looking up at you in surprise and awe, her hands making grabby fists at your sides until they blindly found your flowy top to grab onto, since her eyes were securely pinned to your face, and how confident you look smirking sitting on top of her. Having easily pinned her down, when she tried to be naughty, again.

“Listen baby. I made a promise, but you know that doesn’t mean I don’t want to spend time with you. And you know no lady’s going to steal my attention away from you.” You slide a finger up the middle of Robin’s chest, then down her throat, all the way until you could flick her chin. “You could’ve just told me if you wanted attention.” You smiled innocently.

Robin was speechless again. She didn’t feel like fighting you much anymore over the party. She just nodded eagerly beneath you, not really sure what she was nodding at.

Your face broke into a big smile. You couldn’t help it, you loved her. And you quickly slid over so you were cuddling Robin on top instead. Wrapping your legs around her as you lay down, and gently holding her in your arms, feeling loved and warm yourself as Robin wrapped her arms around your ribs, nuzzling under your chin, before peeking out and deciding to just lay under you instead, resting her head on your arm that pillowed her, as she sweetly pursed her lips when you went down for a kiss. Hands scrambling for your face, but nails far away to not ruin your pretty make up she’d watched you spend forever on, as she kept bringing your cheeks down to kiss you more and more. She loved the taste of your new lip gloss, and your lips.

After a flurry of pecks, you made sure to give Robin a proper kiss. One long one, taking her upper lip between your own and moaning quietly into her mouth. Tasting her tongue lightly, and gently stroking her cheeks as you swallowed her small sighs in return, definitely ruining your lip gloss just a little as you made out with your girlfriend on your bedroom floor, but it was worth it.

You eventually moved back, smiling down at Robin as she, still lightly pouting, but with a hint of a smile at the corner of her lips, played with your hair that fell from your ears as you sat above her, giving in just enough to her fate for tonight.

“That just doesn’t mean I have to be at the party all night Robin. I’ll come home at around midnight, okay? And then when you’re in between my knees this time, it can be you making up for almost making me late.”

[mystic-story-lover]

~ Cowboy Like Me ~

Adam Page x Bria (OC Female!Reader)

Word Count: 744

Warnings: Swearing

Type: Angst

Summary: Hangman confronts his girlfriend about something Mox told him

A/N: Hope everyone enjoys!

(Gif Is Mine)

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“Bria, thank god we found you.” Kenny sighed, shaking his head, a frown present on his face.

“Is everything okay?” I questioned, suddenly filled with worry.

Usually, I’d be in the locker room that the Elite shared, but tonight I decided to give them space as they plotted their Anarchy In the Arena match. Personally, I loved matches like those, all the violence something that I loved taking part in. The guys however, weren't typically interested in matches such as these.

“Matt and I found Mox talking to your boyfriend.” Nick spoke, stepping from behind Kenny. It was clear all three were nervous to tell me anything, which only sent more worry throughout me.

“Okay, that’s nothing bad. They’re in a feud together.” I spoke, looking for the reaction to my words.

“Well, he looked pissed after their conversation ended.” Kenny stated, and he sharply turned his head when he heard a banging sound come from the catering door. “Speak of the devil.” He sighed.

Whatever Moxley said in their chat clearly had Hangman pissed, because he was fuming by the time he’d made his way to the table the three of us were at. A frown lay on his face, and a fire burned in his blue eyes. 

“Hey babe, what’s wrong?” I questioned, laying one hand palm up on the table, expecting him to lace his hand in mine.

“Did you have sex with Wheeler?” His question hit me like a ton of bricks, and I was in complete shock.

“What?” He shook his head at my question, only growing more irritated.

“Last night, did you have sex with him?” He asked again.

“No! I went out with Britt and Adam last night, and then came right back to the hotel when we were all done hanging out.” I yelled, throwing my hands up in defense. “Britt even walked me to the door, just to make sure I got in safe last night,”

Adam sighed, using one hand to rub his temples. I stood up, turning my back to him, not wanting to look at him. It hurt, in all honesty, thinking that my boyfriend didn’t trust me enough to know that I wouldn’t cheat. Kenny reached out, placing a hand on my shoulder, and I smiled at him, tears falling from my eyes. 

“Get your hand off my girlfriend man.” A low growl came from Adam, and I turned around, a scowl on my face.

“You don’t get to say things like that Adam, especially not after trusting me enough not to cheat on you.” I yelled, pushing past him, and storming out of catering. Instead of going to their locker room like we’d planned for that day, I went to Zack Sabre Jr.’s instead. We’d been friends since my time in Japan, and I knew that I could lean on him.

When I knocked on his door, I could hear shuffling and a hefty sigh as he opened the door. His blonde hair poked out from the slight crack in the door, and he lifted his head.

“Bollocks, isn’t it love?” I nodded, the tears staining my cheeks. 

“He thought I cheated on him, Zack. How could he accuse me of that?” I sobbed, and he pulled me into his chest, hugging me tightly.

We spent the better part of thirty minutes in his locker room, mostly just talking about random things. He’d spent the better part of ten minutes telling me about everything going on in Japan, and I listened intently. The things we discussed took my mind off things, and caused me to laugh, something I needed after the things that went down in catering. I wasn’t surprised if anyone caught the scene, but I didn’t even care at the moment. A knock on the door brought us out of our conversation though. I went to the door, and opened it, surprised to see Adam.

“Baby, hey, I’ve been looking all over for you. I’m so happy to see you.” Adam sighed, dragging a hand down his face. 

“Adam, I don’t want to see you right now, or ever, actually.” I whispered. “You really hurt me.”

“I’m sorry, baby, I am.” Adam spoke, reaching out for me, but I took a step back.

“We’re over Adam, I mean it. I can’t handle you not trusting me.” I sigh. “Not after what happened before.” 

“This isn’t before Bria!” He yelled. “Can’t you trust me?” 

“No, Adam, I can’t.”

[themultifandomgal]

Tyler Hoechlin- Our Love

Meeting The Family & Families Meet

2nd July 2011

Since we are on a break from filming Tyler and I decided that now is a good time to meet each other's family. Since we're still in Atlanta Tyler has been invited to my parents house for dinner. I drive us up the driveway, my mom opens the door before I even turn the car off, obviously she's been sat at the window waiting for us. I turn the car off as Tyler sighs

"Nervous?" I ask

"Yeah a little"

"Don't worry. My mom is pretty chill and my dad makes everyone his best friend. We best head in before mom starts knocking on the car doors" I chuckle opening it up and getting out of the care with Tyler following not far behind me

"Hi mom"

"Hi love"

"Mom this is Tyler, Tyler mom"

"Mrs YLN it's lovely to meet you" Tyler shakes moms hand after giving her some flowers

"Oh don't call me that, sounds way to formal. Call me YMN. Come on in dinner will be another 15 minutes. Your dads in the living room"

"Ok" I take Tyler's hand and walk him into the living room where my dad is watching baseball "dad, this is Tyler my boyfriend" dad slowly looks towards us not wanting to miss anything

"Well don't just stand there, sit. You like baseball?"

"Err yeah I used to play actual" Tyler nervously says sitting down

"What team?"

"I played at university, UC Irvine Anteaters. Haven't played for a while

"YN why don't you go get us all a beer"

“Sure dad” I lean down and kiss Tyler on the head before leaving for the kitchen.

Mom and I have to pry dad and Tyler away from the TV. They’re getting on like a house on fire which is amazing, not that I thought they wouldn’t. Tyler tells my parents about himself, we talk to them about Teen Wolf, Comic Con and anything else we think of. Dad and Tyler talk more about baseball.

6th July 2011

It’s now my turn to meet Tyler’s parents and siblings. We had to get a flight from Atlanta to LA. I’m super nervous, not only about meeting Tyler’s parents, but the fact we will be staying over at their house it’s terrifying to me. We’re currently in the Uber on the way to his parents house. Tyler places his hand on my knee which I now realise is jiggling up and down with nerves

“Sorry” I breathe out

“You’ll be fine, promise”

“What if they don’t like me?”

“They will” Tyler then takes my hand in his, lacing our fingers together and gives it a squeeze.

When we arrive we walk up the drive. Tyler gives me one last squeeze before knocking on the door. Holding on to our shared bag. We only have to wait a moment before the door swings open and we are invited in

“YN this is my mom Lori, my dad Don, older brother Travis, older sister Carrie and then the youngest Tanner” I shake hands with everyone

“Hi it’s nice to meet you all”

“It’s nice to finally meet you as well” Lori says smiling

“Yeah. Tyler’s not shut up about you. Feel like I have already met you” Carrie chuckles

“Oh really?” I raised an eyebrow at Tyler who looks sheepish

“Let’s go and get a drink?” Tyler moves me further into the house to the kitchen “what would you like?”

“Just a soda will do”

“So YN do you have any siblings?” Lori asks

“No I’m an only child”

“Must be nice” Tanner shouts from the living room. Tyler rolls his eyes

“Alright thank you” Tyler shouts back handing me a drink

“Thanks”

“How did your parents get on with Tyler”

“I think my dads in love” I joke “they definitely bonded over baseball”

“Your dads a fan?” Don asks

“Most definitely”

“What about you?”

“I enjoy watching it, I’d happily go to a game but my dads on another level”

I don’t know why I was so nervous meeting Tyler’s family. Don cooked us a meal in the evening which was so good! We drank, played a few card games before we all went to bed.

27th July 2011

I wake up the the smell of food cooking. Slowly I get out of bed and head to the kitchen where Tyler is stood at the stove shirtless, because I’m wearing it

“Morning” I sleepily say

“Good morning. Happy birthday baby”

“Thank you” I smile sitting down at the island in my kitchen top

“I have the whole day planed” Tyler places a plate of food in front of me

“Ooo have you?”

“I have. First your going to eat your breakfast, we’re going to take a shower…”

“We’re?” I raise my eyebrows

“Yes we are. Then we’re going to have a romantic walk in the park before we head to dinner, then this evening we’re going for a few drinks with your parents and mine”

“Your parents are coming?” I ask gobsmacked

“They were the ones to ask. Plus they wanted to meet your parents”

“Holy shit this is like serious” I now realise. Mine and Tyler’s relationship is getting to the serious stage, panic sets in, are we moving to fast?

“Hey” I look at Tyler who takes my face in his hands “calm down. I know your overthinking right now”

“Sorry”

When our parents meet they thankfully both get on really well. Everything just feels so real. Like obviously our relationship is real, but now it’s almost solidified. Everyone knows, except our fans, guess we will have to do that soon, but for now we are happy just being in our own little bubble and something about hiding this from the public is kinda exciting.

[hypnoneghoul]

Mushy May Day 21. Body worship - Raindrop

WC: 1980

Dew doesn't feel too good about the changes the fire made on his body, Rain helps (+warning for dysphoria).

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Dewdrop was staring at himself through the body mirror built into the inside of his wardrobe. Again.

He was just in his boxers, he didn’t need to point out what they hid too, that wouldn’t end well, even if he was fine with it on a daily basis.

Dew stared at the scars on his ribs, under his pecs - one set rosy, the rest black, charred.

Ugly.

More black lines on his neck, forearms, calves, the base of his tail, the tip of it.

Wrong.

His skin was light grey, with a little bit of a red undertone, dry, at the verge of flaking off, on his shoulders and hips.

Ugly.

He looks into his eyes, which aren’t really his. His eyes were a pretty blue, those are striking orange. He sees tears welling up in them.

Wrong.

The hair falling onto his shoulders is no longer a pretty, silky blue-silver. It’s a curtain of straw-like strands.

Ugly.

Everything he is now, everything he was left with is wrong and ugly.

“Dew, baby?” he didn’t hear Rain come in, before he called out. Dew immediately tried to make it look like he was trying to pick something out of the wardrobe, but Rain stood there for too long. He saw the tears through the mirror, saw Dew’s slim shoulders shaking slightly, smelled his smokey scent turning more suffocating, acrid

“H- hi, just getting dressed,” Dew sniffled, absolutely not fooling anyone.

“Baby,” Rain repeated. So soft. “You don’t have to lie, hide, you know that. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s fine, I just…” the fire ghoul tried, but when he turned around to look at his mate and saw worry and love painted there, he couldn’t hold it up anymore. He burst into tears, hand flying to muffle his sobs, and Rain was immediately by his side, holding him close to his chest. “Rainy, it’s all so wrong.”

“What is, love?” Rain whispered, rubbing his hand up and down Dew’s bare back.

“Everything,” he sobbed in response. “Me. I’m just ugly and all wrong now, I don’t-”

“Dew, listen to me now,” the water ghoul interrupted, tilting Dew’s head up. “You are the most stunning creature I have ever had the privilege of laying my eyes on. You are nowhere near ugly, nor wrong.”

“But- I’m all scars, now,” he whined. “You’re just saying that, because you love me, because you’re my mate. Because you didn’t see me before.”

“I do love you, yes, very much, and I’m pretty sure I’d love you the exact same amount no matter if you’re fire or water. Unmeasurable.” Rain assured, making Dew sob even more, and just then, an idea sprouted out in his mind. “Turn around, baby, let me show you.”

Dew let out a quiet confused chirp, but obeyed, casting his eyes downwards as he was met up with his reflection again.

“No, look,” his mate encouraged, glueing himself to Dew’s back. “I want you to see what I see.”

“Rainy, I-”

“Shhh,” the water ghoul dragged his hands down Dewdrop’s arms, softly stroking the single scars on his forearms, moving onto his hips. “So pretty. Love those hips, just perfect for me to grab.” 

And he did just that, after a moment sliding one of his palms down and resting it just over Dew’s boxers, “I think I don’t have to tell you what I like about what’s there.”

The fire ghoul was breathless, partially from crying, but also from the undivided attention Rain now paid him and his heavy gaze filled with nothing but adoration. He moved his hands up Dew’s torso, stroking the scars on his ribs, “Beautiful, a bit like a lionfish, those stripes. And these ones,” he said stroking the pink ones, “just gave me the most perfect, adorable tits to worship, didn’t they?”

Dewdrop, of course, did not answer, the comment about a lionfish echoing in his mind. Rain was right.

“Hmm, those shoulders,” he sighed, massaging the muscles there gently. “I don’t know, something about them is just… so perfect.”

Now one of his hands got back to Dew’s belly, pinning him to Rain’s chest, while the other dragged up to gently wrap around his neck.

“This pretty, slim neck. Again, just perfect for me to grab, like all of you was moulded for my hands. You love when I hold it too, don’t you? Of course, you do.” Rain chuckled, giving one playful squeeze and moved up again, cupping the fire ghoul’s jaw and turning him around. “And your gorgeous eyes, so big, like a puppy’s. How I love having them on me, always.”

Rain pushed some stray pieces of Dew’s hair behind his horns and ears, “There you go. You know, I love the hair too, it's so long, so soft, beautiful. Wish you’d take better care of it, though, you know, it would be like silk. I love running my hands through it, braiding it, and tugging. You love it all too, I know you do.”

Dewdrop nodded, barely noticeable, and Rain let out a soft chuckle, “But you can’t use it to hide, baby.”

 He bent over to place a soft kiss on his mate’s horn, then the other on, then forehead, nose, whispering “my favourite, pretty face,” between the kisses, continuing on both his cheeks, then jaw, to finally land on his lips, “and my favourite, little mouth.”

Dew melted into the water ghoul, forgetting all doubts, believing everything Rain said. Even if only for a moment, he thought that maybe, someday Rain wouldn’t have to tell him all that, that he’ll see it all himself. Even if not, Dew knew that his mate would always be there to remind him again.

“Do you understand, baby?” he asked, looking so deep into the fire ghoul’s eyes.

“Y- yeah. Thank you, Rainy,” he sobbed nuzzling his head into his mate’s chest.

“Nothing to thank me for, love,” the water ghoul chuckled. “Bed now, yes?”

“Yeah,” Dew murmured and let himself be guided to their nest. 

Soon enough he was laying on top of Rain, his long arms caging the smaller in, face shoved into his neck, as he let Rain’s soft gill fins tickle his nose. Dew’s hand was on the other side of his mate’s neck, gently fiddling with them.

“You want me to glamour them away?” the water ghoul asked carefully. Dew missed his incredibly and Rain didn’t want to get him back to the panic from minutes before.

“No,” Dew sighed in response. “You know, mine were different.”

“Were they?”

“Yeah. Yours are softer, something like a betta fish. I had something like an axolotl would, I think.” 

Rain couldn’t help but imagine, and he felt a pang of longing despite himself. The next words he spoke, were let out despite himself too, “Do you have a picture, maybe? Of you?”

Dew lifted his head up to look down at Rain with wide eyes, and he immediately regretted asking, “No, sorry, I shouldn’t have, forget about it…”

“No, I- I do.” Dewdrop admitted. “I just never wanted to show you in case… in case you’d realise that it’s worse now…”

“Well, I think you know now that won’t happen.” Rain assured, bringing Dew down for a kiss. “So, if you would feel comfortable showing me, I’d love to see.”

“I- uh, yeah. Yeah, okay, I want you to see.”

Dewdrop got up from the nest and padded to one of his chest of drawers, crouching down to pull out the lowest one. Rain sat up looking at his mate with a soft smile. Something in how Dew was doing some things just seemed awfully cute to Rain. 

In the meantime, the fire ghoul got back to the nest with a small wooden box. He sat cross-legged, putting the box between him and Rain. He hesitated before opening it, a flash of doubt in his eyes.

“You don’t have to, really, I-” the water ghoul reminded him.

“I want to,” Dew interrupted. “I think confronting it may actually help a bit?”

“I hope so, baby,” Rain chuckled. Dew took a deep breath and opened the box, lid hiding the contents from Rain, for now.

The small ghoul slowly pulled out a few pictures, shuffling them for a bit like cards. He then closed the box and jumped to sit next to Rain, leaning into him.

“Here,” he said, showing his mate the first picture.

The water ghoul audibly gasped at the sight. He could barely recognise Dew at first, to be honest. He was standing on a practice stage, with a bass, Meliora uniform on, but no mask. His silvery blue hair flowed down over his shoulders, his lips were upturned into the prettiest smile, blue eyes nearly glowing in happiness or amusement. He was looking to the side, the photo must’ve been taken without his notice.

He was beautiful, captivating.

But Rain noticed something else, something that not many probably would. Dew was gorgeous, yes, happy, in this picture, but his shoulders were slumped a little, something that Rain knew Dew did before his top surgery. Dew may have indeed been pretty as a water ghoul, too, but he wasn’t exactly content in that body, either.

“Dew, I- uh, you really were beautiful,” Rain choked out. “I mean, you know what I mean. You are beautiful now too, I think I proved it, it was just different.”

“Yeah,” the fire ghoul sighed, pulling out another picture. “Look here.”

In this one, Ifrit was piggybacking Dew, both visibly laughing. He showed Rain some more, one taken by Terzo when their whole pack, Aether, Dew, Mountain, Zephyr and Ifrit, fell asleep on the tour bus floor, tangled together like spaghetti. In another one Dew was hanging upside down, held by his ankle by Mountain, arms crossed over his chest and a pout on his face. There was one in which Dew had obviously just taken off his mask and balaclava after a show, as he had terribly messed up hair and smeared paint around his eyes. 

Rain saw his mate light up at the memories, even if he himself was lost in thoughts. He let them out when they got to the last picture Dew had to show, “Can I be honest with you?”

“Uhm- yeah, of course,” the fire ghoul chuckled confusedly.

“You were absolutely beautiful as a water ghoul, yes. You are absolutely beautiful as a fire ghoul too, just a different kind of beauty. But, even if you miss it sometimes, even if it all was taken from you by force, I think that you are happier in this body in some cases.”

“Rain, I don’t think I-”

“Let me finish, please. I know your surgery, and the other changes didn’t exactly have anything to do with your element but, look, this body now is yours. Isn’t it? The water one wasn’t exactly, was it?”

“I- well, when you put it like that…” Dew admitted, actually meaning it.

“I suppose the perfect situation would be the surgery, and the rest, as a water ghoul, but-” Rain wondered.

“But then I wouldn’t meet you,” his mate blurted out, shocking Rain a bit. Yes, that was true, but that was not what he had in mind.

“Well, yes, but that’s not what I was going to say,” he smiled, a bit nervously.

“I don’t care,” Dew laughed. “That’s the only thing that matters now, I think.”

“If you say so…” Rain joined with a quiet giggle, as Dew grabbed his jaw and kissed him deeply.

“Thank you, Rainy,” Dew whispered after some time.

“Told you already, no need, love,” the water ghoul reminded him, kissing the base of his horn softly.

“There is,” his mate argued. “I don’t know where I’d end up without you.”

“Feeling’s mutual, baby” Rain sighed, tightening his hold on the little ghoul. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

[thedeluluverse]

Summary: While you have been working for BTS for a little over a year, you and your boyfriend Taehyung have only officially been together for two and a half months. Everything is going well until he starts tagging along to your shoots with your other clients, Stray Kids.  Are his suspicions correct or is he seeing things?

Pairing:  idol!Taehyung x multi-group-photographerGF!Nari a.k.a. “Burning Film” couple

Rating: PG13

Genre: idol!au, mutual pining, angst, fluff, early relationship, jealousy, coworker!au, work crushes

Word Count: 1, 965

Warnings: angst, fluff, feeling insecure, slight teasing, jealousy,

Author's Note: Here is the "Burning Film" couple again! I have created an oc basically for this storyline of Tae named Nari who represents y/n! It isn't necessary to read BF first but it would help you understand what they've bee through already plus I am proud of it so if you do, let me know what you think! Also, we stan SKZ and Felix in this house so no hate, this was just an idea I've had for awhile. Enjoy!! :)

P.S.- yes I am going to go back into Burning Film and replace y/n with Nari but another time. I have work in like 6 hours so going to catch some sleep hopefully XD

The last three months have been much deserved bliss with your new boyfriend Taehyung; not only do you finally have the man of your dreams, but your work has garnered a plethora of attention earning you the title of official photographer for the kpop group Stray Kids as well! Tae is supportive of your dream but is having a hard time adjusting to you being away from him more than usual. Noticing his demeanor change every time you say you’re going to “other work”, you make a decision as you are getting ready one day.

Nari: “BAAABBEEE!!” – you shout from the bathroom as you put the finishing touches on your outfit.

Tae: rushes to you out of breath “Yes jagiya? Is everything alright?”

Nari: giggles and turns towards him “Yes silly, I didn’t scream fire or anything. Still cute though.”

Tae: kisses the top of your head “Fair enough but I just had to make sure, and you’re the cute one baby. Anyway, why did you summon me?”

Nari: blushes slightly Wellllll, I was going to see if you wanted to accompany me to the Stray Kids photoshoot today. I know it’s been rough having less free time together lately. If not I totally get if it’d be boring for you so no pres-“

Tae: interrupts you by picking you up and spinning you around “Oh I’d love to y/n that’s such a great idea!!! I’ve always wished I could see the magic behind the camera so this is perfect! I’ll meet you by the car in 5 minutes, you’re the best!”

You can’t help but chuckle at how puppy-like he could be, but it was endearing that he wanted to understand what you did for a living. In true gentleman fashion, he opens your door when you get to the SKZ location, carries your equipment inside for you, and even brings you a water and an easy snack for while you work. Halfway through the shoot, you tell the guys to take a 10-minute break so you can assess what else you need and so they can grab a snack as well.

Tae has been waiting nearby during the shoot in case you need anything, so he takes this opportunity to use the restroom and refill his water. As he returns he sees you talking with Han, Bang Chan, and Felix, which was fine until he heard Felix exclaim, “Woah Gracie, I love you for that!”. He doesn’t say anything, but he is not thrilled about the fact that he of all people has a special nickname for you. Before today he had no issues with the guy, so what changed? You and Nari will find out soon enough don’t worry!

The shoot comes to an end about a half hour later and Tae can’t help you pack up and get out of there fast enough. I mean, you can’t really blame him since y’all have been there for close to 5 hours but it’s not like he hasn’t had longer shoots. Guess time is more of a drag when you aren’t an active participant. In any case, after picking up a quick bite y’all are home bound! As soon as he puts the car in park you can tell something is different. He uncharacteristically grabs his meal and goes inside before you can even open your door. Chalking it up to him being hangry and missing Yeontan, you give a tired exhale and head inside.

As you kick off your shoes and scan the house, you don’t see Tae anywhere; you peak into the living room and his room because he likes to eat in there sometimes but still no luck. Assuming he must have something to work on after hearing him in his studio, you resign yourself to eating at the kitchen island alone with Yeontan peacefully asleep at your feet.

After eating, you shuffle to his studio door looking for some company, but your knocks are met with silence then a “C’mon Nari, can’t you tell I am busy right now? I’ll be out when I’m done, go watch TV or something aish!”. Tears pricking behind your eyes, you give a quiet “oh, okay sorry I won’t bother you anymore love…” before you walk away and curl up on the couch listening to calming lo-fi music as you try to quiet your brain. You didn’t do anything to make him upset as far as you can recall so unless something gets brought to your attention, you decide to enjoy the rest of your afternoon doodling in your notebook.

The sun has long set, and you can’t remember when you passed out on the couch exactly before you got awoken abruptly by the loud opening of Tae’s studio door and him stomping to take Yeontan on a walk. You are less in a daze when he comes back and are just looking up pleadingly at him only for him to bark out a “what?!” and in return you croak out an unconvincing “nothing” just for him to scoff at you. “Yeah sure, you’ve looked pitiful since we fucking got home. What’s the problem huh? Miss your strays?”.

You blink wide-eyed “what the hell are you talking about? You’re the one who has been in a shitty mood since a random point in the shoot. You wanna tell me what’s going on?” He sits in the big armchair near you, running his hands through his hair then gets up and paces for a good 3 minutes before sitting back down with his elbows on his knees and hands clasped; deeply sighing, he finally reveals the truth.

You sniffle, heart pounding in anticipation trying to look strong even though you were terrified you had blinked wrong or something and were about to be single. He takes a long sip of water then glares up at you, “So you wanna know what’s going on huh? Well, I don’t ‘knaur’ Gracie, what is going on?” Confusion shadows your features as you meet his eyes, “Why did you ask like that and why on earth did you call me Gracie???” He darkly chuckles and says, “Oh, is that an issue?” Nari rolls her eyes and says “Why are you laughing first of all? And it isn’t an issue per say, it just shocked me because you have never called me that once since we’ve met.”

Tae leans back in his chair manspreading trying to affirm his authority and explains, “Well, here goes and don’t you fucking interrupt me. If you somehow have questions, be a patient little cheater and wait until I’m done okay?” You nod in anticipation trying to stay strong and not react to his accusation yet. “Well, whatever name you’re going by, you are right. I haven’t been in the best mood, and it wasn’t a ‘random point’, it was when you had called for a 10-minute break. I had returned from the bathroom and saw you had relocated from our spot to near the Aussies and Han.”

You raise your hand giving him the grandest power complex to which he only tilts his head towards you beckoning you to speak. “You know I’m friends with all of them so why did seeing that turn you into a dick?”. Poking his cheek with his tongue, he clarified, “It didn’t turn me into a dick darling. I just don’t like people trying to take what is mine.” “Nobody was trying to take me you dumbass.” “Then why the shit does Felix have a special nickname for you AND said he loves you??” he slightly yelled with tears in his eyes.

As he hid his face in his hands, taking deep breaths to avoid sobbing, you were trying to process the words that just came out of his mouth. After stuttering and trying to form sentences, you explain the situation as he comes to sit next to you. Turning towards him and covering his hands with yours, you take a deep breath and bring him up to speed; “So the name thing first. Well as you know he and Bang Chan are Australian. So, them trying to say my first name just winds up in a 10-minute loop of aggressive ‘nauring’ you know? So, I decided to tell them my middle name and Bang Chan immediately fell in love with calling me ‘Gracie’ so only the Aussies call me that, for that reason only okay?” He cracks a small smile, “I guess that does make sense….. but why did he say he loved you?” You choke on air, and you ask incredulously, “Ummm when the hell did he say that?!?!”

He glances at the floor sheepish worried he misheard something now and is starting to feel like the biggest asshole to ever exist. “I dunno, I just heard him tell you ‘Woah Gracie, I love you for that!’ and just after the unexplained name thing it sent me spiraling.” You give a small smile this time and go “calm down tiger, I had just shown him a photo I had edited of him and hella fixed the lighting, so he was grateful because it was an important photo of him. That’s it I promise okay? I swear on Tannie!!”

It was his turn to go big eyed because he knew when you swore on a pet, you meant business! “Okay I believe you Nari I really do.” You breath the deepest sigh of relief ever until he interrupts with “But I do have one more question…” “Oh?” you question, “what’s up Tae?”. “Okay now don’t get mad, but are you sure there’s nothing there? I mean it seemed like there was some flirting, at least from where I stood.” “I mean I doubt he was flirting with me; he knows I am with you plus I double doubt you started a trend of fine Korean men finding me attractive.” you chuckle.

Suddenly his countenance darkened again in an instant as he backed away, “fine Korean men????” you gulp, “I mean, I didn’t mean fine fine, I just meant that I am a photographer, so I appreciate aesthetically pleasing things and people.” You say as you start to get off the couch, but he stands and pulls your hair getting you to look him in the eyes “So you aren’t attracted to him AT ALL then??” Tears form once again in your eyes as you explain yourself, yet again…”Okay so he maybe was my first SKZ bias, and you aren’t the first person to point out that he flirts with me a lot. I won’t deny that before we were together it was very nice, but I love you not him okay?”

There’s a long pause until you both sit back down, and he looks like he has seen a ghost, “wait…love me???” You chuckle, “Yes you idiot, lovingly of course!” He has tears in his eyes then asks, “Are you sure??? I mean, it has only been a few months and I know I’m taller, but my voice can’t get near his and I was an ass earlier…” “Hun, I agree you could’ve handled everything earlier better and come to me sooner and been upfront. But it doesn’t mean that you are inherently an ass okay? I don’t care that your voice isn’t just like his, I love your voice and it’s been my peace for years now.”

“Well, good points all around and I just…. I really am sorry that I freaked out so much earlier, I just love you too, so it lit a fire in my soul. I’m sincerely sorry and I’ll do better okay? I can’t lose you…”. You are both sobbing at this point and then while you pull each other into the most intense embrace, you reassure him

“You won’t”.

[koolkat9]

GerEng Week 2023 - Day 1

Let's try this again lol

@gereng-week

Prompt: First Meeting || Angel/Demon

Rating: T

Pairing: GerEng (though this is setting up an au so there isn't much romance), Past Fruk, Implied/One-sided PortEng

Word Count: 1208

Read on AO3

Author's Note: This is not at all read over. Just stuck it quickly through grammarly. In case you don't know, I took off for exchange on September 29th so I haven't had time to write, let alone edit. So expect GerEng week from me to be a bit late.

The Tales of the Terrible Angel and Demon

“Luci, baby how are ya?”

It was too fucking early for this. “What do you want now asshole?”

“Now, is that any way to talk to the one who created you?’

“Fuck off.”

God sighed on the other end. “If you had a swear jar you may have been able to pay Ol’ Peter off and get back up here.”

“As if I’d want that,” Lucifer scoffed, “But that’s besides the point. What the fuck do you want?”

“Well… You see…I have this angel.”

“I’m not taking another one of your fucking angels.”

“I wasn’t going to propose that,” God grumbled. Oh, how Lucifer loved the sound even if he only got under his long-time enemy's skin just a little bit. “I was going to ask if you…I don’t know…possibly have a demon with somewhat of a moral compass.”

“What kind of shit demon has a moral compass?”

A knock at the door brought Lucifer’s attention away from whatever retort God had for him. “Give me a sec,” Lucifer said into the phone before putting it down. He could still hear God ranting and raving, but it was garbled. Lucifer returned his attention to his guest. “Come in.”

“Sorry to bother you, sir,” the demon who knocked said.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop apologizing Ludwig?”

“So–” Ludwig caught himself and coughed awkwardly. “There is another…What do the humans call it? A Karen? Anyway, there is a very angry lady requesting to speak to you and she won’t take no for an answer.”

Lucifer groaned. This had to be the hundredth one this week. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Ludwig nodded and with a bow, he returned to his desk. Lucifer had a choice. Hang up on the annoying bastard who sent him to this literal hell hole or face something scarier than anything the deepest fires of hell could conjure up. Hesitantly, he picked up the phone.

“Are you back? How dare you–”

“Just get to the fucking point. I have to deal with a witch and it’s best I don’t keep her waiting.”

“Okay…Are you sure? No one who at least follows some of the rules? I’m sure you’ve heard of Arthur–”

“Oh him. Chaos incarnate. Why isn’t he down here? He’s even worse than me.”

“You know we don’t do that anymore. Anyway, I had a different idea. I’ve been making this new human and they need an angel and a demon. I was hoping I could send Arthur down, but I need a voice of reason.”

“Looking for a voice of reason in Hell. What kind of places do you think–” Lucifer was interrupted by another knock.

“Sir–” Ludwig’s voice called, only to be overshadowed by garbled squawking.

“Actually…” Lucifer said, “I may have someone that would be perfect.”

— — —

Hell was where he wanted to be. Earth could be a fun place to visit. He and Alastair always loved sneaking down for some pub fare and good drinks. But this was not his goal when he had…disrupted…Jesus’s birthday meal.

This could be a blessing in disguise. Perhaps getting up to some shenanigans with his demon partner would be the final straw.

“Promise me you’ll behave,” Afonso sighed.

Afonso, Arthur’s best friend turned nag after he got a promotion to organizing angel assignments.

“No.”

“Arthur.”

“I thought it was a sin to lie,” Arthur taunted.

Afonso grimaced, “Fine…Just…Don’t hurt anyone.”

“Don’t worry. I would never go that far.” Arthur’s gaze shifted down below as they descended to Earth. “Dylan would have my head if I did.”

A small congregation of demons and angels stood around the maternity wing, some from the higher ranks overseeing the assignment of each human's angel and demon. Afonso led Arthur over to the mother of his human who was in mid-labour. He looked away, feeling out of place in what should have been a private moment. He looked around at his fellow angels and their demon counterparts, all unimpressed, as if they didn’t want to be there. He wondered which of the demons amongst the group was to be his partner.

Afonso took his shoulder and guided him over to where a demon, in a sharp suit of dark red, almost appearing black. His light blond hair shone even under the dull white lights of the hospital. But the most striking feature was the cold blue eyes that seemed to pierce right through you. It was both chilling, yet also thrilled Arthur deep down.

“Arthur this is Ludwig,” Afonso introduced, “Former secretary of Satan himself.”

“Came down here just for you,” the demon beside Ludwig added.

Wait…That couldn’t be…

“Oh look, the secretary is accompanied by Satan’s personal fuck pet,” Afonso snarked.

Francis, one of Arthur’s first friends (though they had always claimed they were enemies) and one of the last angels to ever fall.

The angel-turned-succubus gave a sly grin. “Aww are you still butt hurt about me getting Arthur’s first–”

Afonso’s wings flared. “Shut your mouth, demon.”

“Can we not bring my past flings into this,” Arthur growled, staring daggers into both Francis and Afonso.

Francis tisked. “Fine, fine. Because you’re so special to me. Now, Ludwig, this is Arthur. My ex and your new partner.”

“You slimy frog.”

“Aww…You still call me by my nickname.”

Afonso grabbed his arm when Arthur tried to lunge for his smirking ex. “It’s not worth it Arthur,” he whispered.

Ludwig, who had been rather quiet this whole exchange, finally stepped forward. He extended a hand to Arthur. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Arthur. I look forward to working with you.”

Arthur accepted the hand hesitantly. “Nice to meet you too I guess…”

“I’ll be honest, this is my first time on earth.”

Arthur smirked slightly. “Well…Trust me, I’ll make sure you have a great time.”

A few minutes later, Francis and Afonso took their leave, Afonso noting that human would be coming any minute. With his babysitter gone, Arthur leaned over.

“Want to get out of here and I can show you how humans have a good time?”

The demon’s eyes widened. “What?”

“What?”

“We can’t leave, our human will be here any minute.”

Arthur rolled his eyes. “Oh please. Everyone knows a baby human isn’t facing moral dilemmas, they barely understand words.”

“But it’s an important day. And the handbook says–”

“The demons have a handbook for this sort of thing?”

“Well technically it’s the angel’s handbook, but it feels like this is something we should witness.”

Any semblance of joy Arthur was hoping to get out of this arrangement drained out of him. Most angels weren’t even this uptight.

Their human gave out a piercing cry, their ‘hello’ to the world. Both the angel and demon stared at the wrinkly, slimy little thing. Ludwig grimaced.

“Is it too soon to say humans are disgusting?” Ludwig asked.

Arthur crossed his arms, unimpressed by the whole ordeal. “Trust me, it gets worse.”

“God…What have I gotten myself into.”

As Ludwig’s grimace faded into a look of awe as the now clean baby was handed to their mother and seemed to calm from the contact alone, Arthur was wondering the exact same thing: What had he gotten himself into?

[honey-minded-hivemind]

❤️-Anon here! Thank you so much for the reply! I’d love a masterlist but you don’t need to do it just for me, no need to worry yourself and if you’d do it then take your time ❤️

As for my top aus/works - I don’t know the names for a lot of them so I’ll try to describe them and I hope you’ll know what I mean:

I love the siren Au and I hope there is more coming some time

I love the hybrid/witch au (btw while reading it I had a thought of a moth reader who’s really delicate and always a bit spaced out when she sees something very bright leading to the platonic yandere having to look out for her)

I love the tiny talon Au with reader being turned back into a baby dragonet (I haven’t actually read the books the au is based on but I kinda want to know thanks to you)

The story where Reader is a cloned sibling of both Sabertooth and Wolverine and they basically have a custody dispute (big ass fight) was chefs kiss 🤌

I don’t know the name of this one except of the (I think Abo-)au with creed!reader. But the story where reader runs away after being abused and they find her again three years later???? That is so good!!! Especially the au where they have wings and she cuts them off!!! I imagine that makes them even more fragile and weak in the yanderes eyes

And (I’m so so sorry if I’m confusing this with something else) but the one we’re sabertooth has to babysit shapeshifting!reader and a bird tries to kidnap here is something I always re-read when I see it on my feed (I tried rereading it just now to but I couldn’t find it this quick 😞)

I could go on, but this is already so long lol. Just shows how much of your stuff I love ❤️

Also sadly I’m not in the range where you can see the solar eclipse since I’m from Europe but I hope you’ll be careful as well!!! Hydrate well and don’t forget to remember that you’re loved 🥰

- ❤️ anon

Thank you. So MUCH. I am glad you enjoy all if those😊 The dragon book series 🥚Tiny Talons🐉 AU and it's variants are set in is called Wings of Fire by Tui T. Sutherland. They just released Cutie Cuffs of the first arc characters, too! Moth Witch Reader wouod be adorable and fluffy! A little spaced-out kid/teen/young adult who can fly and loves bright objects! The dark aus with Creed!Reader are the ❄Fallen Snow🩸 AU and its variants, and the winged one is 🌙Silent Night🦋 AU... I wouldn't mind doing more for the Sabretooth vs. Wolverine custody battle of their clone/sibling Reader... It's set in the Animated Series, and Reader is a small bean there. Siren AUs are fun, and I kinda want to do some more wirk with siren aus these next few months, once I've settled the 🖤Dark AU and done its first or second post...

Do you have a favorite platonic yandere, or say, favorite top three or five, ❤ Anon? I enjoy hearing the characters all of you like (and info-dumping about them!). I myself like the ferals, but I think each character has a specialty to them😊

Rest a bit if you need some, and drink some water, too. Thank you for checking in on me, ❤ Anon. Thank you.

[knoxvillesjackass]

drunk in love - j.k

𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 (𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑥) 𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

words; 957

“I think you oughta come and pick her up.”

I clung to the shoulder of my best friend and followed her movements as we made our way through the crowded club. Bodies swayed to the beat of the music.

“How drunk is she?” I heard Johnny ask through the phone, and a wave of guilt washed over me when I remembered how I’d promised him, that I wouldn’t get too drunk.

“On a scale of one to ten; a solid fifteen,” my friend spoke, and I shamefully had to agree; I was practically incompetent.

“Alright, just stay with her. I’ll be there in ten minutes. Can I talk to her?” Johnny asked, and as we exited the club, I felt the cold breeze send shivers down my spine.

My friend handed me the phone, and I was immediately met with Johnny’s stern yet worried voice.

“I thought we had a deal?” he asked, and I sighed.

“Deals don't count when you're drunk,” I managed to slur out, and only if I had been sober, would I have realised that, that sentence made zero sense.

“J-Just don’t hang up the phone. Keep talking to me, alright?” Johnny asked, and just as I was about to agree to his terms, I was approached by an unfamiliar voice.

“Do you want my jacket? You can borrow it.”

I turned around and stared into the hazel eyes of a young man. He looked to be around my age. He was also drunk.

“I-I’m good!” I yelled. Even though we were standing outside of the club, the music from inside was still overpowering our voices.

“Who’s that, Y/N?” Johnny asked, worried with a tint of jealousy roaming in his voice.

I didn't respond, but instead, I turned away from the stranger, only to discover that Brianna, my best friend, was no longer by my side.

“What's your name?” The stranger asked. This time, his cold hand landed on my shoulder. His touch wasn't aggressive or forceful, but it still caused me to turn around.

“My name is Y/N,” my drunken self foolishly believed, that the man was simply trying to make a friend.

“Y/N, who are you talking to?” Johnny asked, this time louder.

When I attempted to correct my short dress that had been crawling up my thigh, I managed to lose my balance and drop the phone in my hand.

“Shit!”

In an eager attempt to fix the damage, I leaned down and tried to pick up the now shattered phone from the ground, but the quick movement made me dizzy, and I felt all the alcohol shift around in my stomach, slowly making its way up my throat.

My hands went to my mouth in an unsuccessful attempt to prevent what happened next; I choked, shut my eyes, bent down and groaned as a thin rush of fluid swarmed my mouth and splashed down on the pavement.

“Shh, baby girl. You're alright.”

It wasn't the voice I had hoped to hear, instead, the same man, whose name I didn't even know, placed a hand on my lower back and pulled my hair behind my head.

My eyes were watery, and my throat was on fire as I stood up again and shook my head. I was dizzy and cold, and the man, whose intentions were suddenly clearer than ever, did not help my situation.

“Let me take you home, baby girl.”

His voice was perverted and sick, and although my pleas for him to just leave me alone were loud and clear, he did not budge one bit.

“I-I have a boyfriend. Please, just leave me alone,” I hiccuped and prayed for Johnny to show up.

Like an angel sent from the sky, the familiar black rover pulled up in front of me, and from inside the car, Johnny must've noticed your pleading eyes, because he jumped out of the car and stormed straight towards the guy, whose grip was wrapped around my wrist.

A single punch square in the jaw was all it took for the intoxicated man to hit snooze right there on the pavement.

Johnny wasn't an aggressive individual and he’d never enjoyed fighting people, but when it came to the people he loved, it was a different story.

“You hung up the phone?” Johnny asked me and took his jacket off, wrapping it around your freezing body.

I stretched out my arm and pointed toward the smashed phone on the ground.

“I’m sorry,” I spoke and Johnny sighed sympathetically. “Oh, baby,” he hushed and recognised my emotions shifting.

I had a tendency to become rather childish whenever I was drunk.

Shamefully, a tantrum was not an unusual scene after I’d had a couple of drinks.

Luckily, Johnny was always good at taking care of me, but at times I wondered; how on earth did he manage to keep up with my temper?

“Let's get you in the car,” Johnny spoke, but I remembered that Brianna was still in there, and I'd just smashed her phone.

“N-No, I need to find Brianna!” I slurred and tried to break from Johnny’s grip, but it was no use.

“I called Tom. He's on his way here. It's alright.”

Tom, who was one of Johnny’s best friends — and Brianna’s husband, was the one to introduce Brianna and me.

“But, I shattered her phone,” I frowned guiltily and felt hot tears stinging in the corner of my eyes.

My emotions were bolstered by the alcohol and the temper of a little child was revealed.

But Johnny, who had the patience of a saint, merely grabbed me firmly and swiftly swooped me off the ground, one arm under my legs, the other supporting my back.

“What about Br-”

“Brianna is fine, Y/N.”

Johnny shut me up and walked to the passenger side of the car.

In a swift moment, Johnny managed to remove his one hand from under my leg, suddenly supporting my whole body weight with only one arm as he opened the car door with his free hand.

He placed me in the seat and strapped me in as if I was two years old, and closed the car door carefully.

“You feeling okay?” Johnny asked and settled in the driver's seat.

I didn't respond. My whole world was spinning, and I felt like a newborn baby, barely able to keep my head up.

Johnnt reached into the backseat and handed me a bottle of water, along with a bag of my favourite crisps.

“You're the best,” I sighed and looked at Johnny. He placed a warm hand on my thigh and rubbed it lovingly.

“Try and get some sleep, yeah?” Johnny said, and I nodded, placing my hand on top of Johnny’s, allowing myself to completely doze off.

[mountttmase]

HIII🫢🫢

‘I still can’t believe you know how to drive this thing’ you laughed, watching as Mason expertly drove the yacht you’d rented for a few days out into the ocean. He didn’t go too far, still able to see the twinkling lights so the town behind you but you were far enough away from everyone else to feel isolated. EHEHHEHEH WHO KNOWS WHY HE WENT IN A PLACE WHERE THEY CAN FEEL ISOLATED 🫢🫢😏

It was a spontaneous trip, you weren’t even sure if you were allowed to be out here but apparently mason had got it cleared. Promising you a night of good food, clear starry skies and lots and lots of kisses and you felt like you’d be stupid to pass up the opportunity. LET'S SAY, THE PERFECT NIGHT 🤗

OO, HE ORGANISED EVERYTHING FOR THEIR FOST ANNIVERSARY, I'M MELTED 🫠🫠🫠

All your favourite snacks were dished out in little bowls, your favourite drinks in an ice bucket were off to the side and your favourite flowers sat proudly in the middle of the picnic blanket as tiny tea lights set the cozy scene. Your eyes pricking at the thoughtfulness and you melted into his body as he kissed your shoulder. THAT SOUNDS LIKE THE BEST THINGH EVER

‘Don’t worry, they’re battery lights. Thought it would be better than me starting a fire unintentionally’ HE IS WISE, ISN'T HE?

‘Cheers to us, baby. And cheers to the best year of my life. I love you, so much’ YOU CAN FIND ME ☠️🤗

You subconsciously rolled your hips onto him but you were distinctly aware that the pair of you were outside so when he attempted to lift your dress up you pulled back. EHIII, WHAT'S WRONG NOWWWW

‘Mase, we can’t. We’re outside’ you giggled, the feel of his lips on your neck again like heaven and when he pulled back you could detect that cheeky twinkle in his eye which meant you knew he was getting his own way. GIRL, YOU'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WATER, AND YOUR BOYFRIEND IN WISE, DONT WORRY, HE HAS STUDIED THE YATCH POSITION FOR MONTHS 😂😂🫢

‘This body, it’s all for me right?’ He asked, pulling your dress up and over your head so you were left sat in his lap in just your underwear. You were nervous, not able to speak so you nodded your head to let him know you agreed and the soft look on his face melted you. ‘Well you know how selfish I am. Do you think I’d let anyone else see you like this?’ MOUNT, YOU'RE NAUGHTY TONIGHT

‘I’m gonna make you see stars baby, literally and figuratively’ he told you, lips training down you body as he kissed you but you couldn’t help but laugh at the cheesiness of his words causing him to make his way back up to be eye level with you. ‘Something funny?’ AHHAHAHHA, THIS MADE ME LAUGH, BUT I HAVE NO DOUBTS HE WILL😏

‘Easy baby, I’m getting there’ he told you, hands pushing your hips back down to the deck and just as your were about to tell him off he stole the words out of your mouth by licking a stripe up the centre of you. WOOO, IT'S HOT IN HERE

‘You ready?’ He breathed, his tip pressing against your entrance and as soon as you nodded he was pushing his hips forward, eager to feel you around him and you whimpered as he finally bottomed out. I LOVE HOW YOU ALWAYS WRITE ABOUT HIM KINDA ASKING FOR PERMISSION AND CONSENT

His forehead came to rest on yours, lips just touching as you breathed into each others mouth before your heavy breathing turned into moans that he captured with his lips. THAT'S THE SWEETEST AND SEXYEST THING EVER

He was being slow on purpose, not sure it’d it was the boat wouldn’t rock too much or if he was dragging it out to make it feel better but this wasn’t just sex. He was making love to you and you felt your body burst into flames at the intensity of it all. I'M NOT OK🫠🫠🫠

‘Happy anniversary, my love’ he chuckled, rolling off of you so he could pull your body flush against his and you giggled into his neck as you held each other as close as you could. DEAD

LOZZZ, HIW CAN YOU WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THIS IN LESS THAT 1 DAYYY

I LOVED THAT, SOME GOOD GOLD SMUT FROM YOU WAS NEEDED TONIGHT

YOU NEVER GAIL IN SURPRISING ME WITH YOUR WRITING

THANK YOU FOR SHARING THAT

LOVE YOU🩷🩷

MY FAVOURITE FEEDBACK

I think we did need some smut tonight my poor baby needs some loving

But you are so welcome 🥺🙊 I love reading your reactions so much 😭

[hannahsmusings]

Jackson

*Jackson feels like he was becoming one with the couch, unable to get up to change or just simply move to the bed, just staring into the flames of the fire that was burning in front of him, watching as it slowly died down right before his eyes, not knowing how much time had passed* *he finally stands up, not sure what he was about to do, usually being so concise and knowing his exact next move but right now, he didn’t know, he didn’t know what the fuck he was supposed to do, it felt like his entire life had been changed in one single evening and he didn’t know what to do and that terrified him the most, Jackson hated any lack of control and right now, nothing was in his control* *he meant to make his way towards the bed but instead, his feet led him outside his bedroom door, standing right outside yours, wanting to knock but he refrains, hoping that you were sound asleep in there, hoping your thoughts weren’t plaguing you like his own were, hoping that you were sound asleep, the image of you asleep in that big bed in his fancy guest room sent his heart spiraling, shaking his head as he turns and makes his way down the hallway, basically on auto pilot at this point* *he walks into the kitchen, his movements being so mechanical as he gets to the stove, grabbing the kettle and filling it with water, looking out the large bay window, not realizing that the water was spilling over as he was lost in thought, wondering what his life would be like if he were to end things with Madison, if he were to tell his father to fuck off, if he were to break away from the Ford name and get out from his father’s hold on him* *he cursed as the water on his hands brought him back to reality, turning the faucet off and turning, jumping a bit when he saw Bonnie sat at the kitchen table, not even realizing she was there, unaware that she just witnessed him completely zone out, that being out of character for Jackson* Bonnie… you’re still here? It’s late. Is everything okay?

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*I made a pot of tea, knowing you well enough that you’d want some comfort right now, figuring I’d bring you a cup in a minute as I sit at the table, sipping my own cup as I make a to do list before I look up when I hear the stairs, watching you as you come in and don’t even notice me, everything about you looked strained and full of stress, watching you zone out at the sink and that was so unlike you, knowing for sure now that something was troubling you* *smiles softly as you spot me, standing and coming over to you* I made tea already, take a seat I’ll make you a cup. *takes the kettle from your hands and empties it, gesturing you over to the kitchen island as I put the electric kettle down and pick up the teapot that was warming on the stove, looking over at you* I’m fine, my love. I stuck around because I’m worried about you. Are you okay? *pours you a cup of tea and adds in the honey and lemon that you liked, this being your comfort drink as a boy* *brings the mug to you and places it in front of you on the island* What’s troubling you? *although I worked for you I felt more like a mother at times, I’d helped your nanny raise you as a baby and had stuck by you ever since, you were like a son to me and I hated seeing you like this*