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M.U.R.P.H // Bradley Bradshaw

Summary: An undisclosed pregnancy that you and your husband try keeping a secret ends up being the reason you end up in hospital during a PTI session with the Dagger Squad.

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: Pregnancy. Bradley Bradshaw x F!reader. Mild Angst.

Author Note: Happy Saturday! This is pretty self indulgent but I final finished this one-shot that’s been in my drafts forever.

“Alright team.” Pete Mitchell, although overworked and severely underpaid for the crap he put up with–grinned ear to ear at his group of elite Naval Aviators who sat before him after debriefing this morning's training exercise. “As you know, this weekend is Memorial Day weekend and the Admirals have decided to get a jump start on the events.”

“Are we getting a long weekend?” Fanboy beamed hopefully as he sat up a little straighter. “Please tell me we’re getting a long weekend—“ He hoped that if he asked with enough conviction in his voice the answer would be yes. However, he hadn’t noticed you standing at the back of the room. A protective hand over your barely visible baby bump. Waiting for the right moment to make your presence known. Bob had noticed though—he was already dreading what was to come. He hated Memorial Day. Not because he didn’t want to pay respects to those who had fallen, no. He’d honour the fallen every damn day if he had to.

So long as he didn’t have to participate in Murph.

You’d been his PTI during his time in Lamoore. You were the first Bradshaw he’d met and before he later Met Bradley Bradshaw and put two and two together that the two of you were married–nothing had ever made more sense.

Bob’s heart had sunk into his ass when he found out you were being transferred to North Island. You were somewhat of a hard task master when it came to gruelling training sessions and Memorial Day always gave you free rein to send anyone packing with their tail between their legs if they couldn’t keep up.

You were, however, a solid friend. When you weren’t working, you were the life of the party. The brightest smile in the room and always the one who everyone gravitated towards. Much like Bradley, you two always seemed to get the party started. Whether it was playing great balls of fire and singing at the top of your lungs—or starting an important dart night that saw a permanent tally board hung up beside the much too loved dartboard. There had been a time or two where you’d challenged the strongest of the bunch to an arm wrestle—Bob was always the first to bow at your bark. Not one to challenge anything you said, hell he’d do just about anything you told him to do….

So long as he didn’t have to participate in Murph.

Bob had never been one to believe in soulmates before he saw you and Bradley together, he’d never met two people more suited for each other. But neither of you needed to hear that from him–you’d already managed to figure that out on your own.

“No, Fanboy—“ Maverick sighed as he gestured for you to make your way to the front of the class. “No you aren’t getting a long weekend, what you are getting though, is a killer workout with PTI Bradshaw.” You heard the mixed reviews your introduction received. You’d only just recently finished running annual fitness testing for those who needed to be re-evaluated. So the idea of yet another gruelling workout tossed their way wasn’t what some of the aviators had in mind for a head start on the weekend.

Jake Seresin and Javy Machado however? Oh they were wrapped. They loved a challenge—they adored you and they certainly came over the challenges you loved to hand out.

“Morning everyone.” You beamed as you handed Rooster, you beloved husband, who sat in the front row with a soft grin, a pile of papers. “Take one and pass them along please Lieutenant Bradshaw.” Your fingers lingered across Bradley’s for a few seconds as he smiled softly back at you with heart shaped eyes. He always thought you looked so different with your hair pulled back into a ridiculously tight bun. Your uniform made you look so different, nothing like what you looked like at the Hard Deck with your hair out and mum jeans on. Sitting beside him at the piano playing great balls of fire. A Margarita in your hand and his glasses over your beautiful eyes. Nothing like what you looked like tucked into his side, hair splayed every which way and silk pyjamas adorning your beautiful body.

“Physical Training Instructors play a key role in developing and maintaining the health, fitness and well-being of our airmen. In the United States Navy, physical fitness is absolutely essential in maintaining good health and overall wellbeing.” Pete Mitchell had been required to say that little statement prior to any session he handed over to you. “Regardless of Rank, PTI “Agony” Bradshaw will be your superior for the next two hours—with that I hand you over.”

“Thanks Mav.” You chuckled, appreciating the way you were so respected by the veteran aviator. PTI’s didn’t always have the best wrap—so when Maverick commanded the attention of everyone in the room on your behalf it gave you a little more confidence each and every time. “Alright flyboys—“ You teased, turning your attention to Phoenix so you could address her too. “And Flygirl, today we’re doing MURPH—“

Your declaration was met with a choir of dismay and disapproval from at least half of the team that sat before you. Suddenly their shoulders were a little more slouched and their faces plastered with existential dread when they started reading over the workout plan you'd had Bradley pass back. No one liked doing MURPH, except maybe Jake Seresin.

“Ma’am, I think that sounds like a great idea—“ Hangman sent you one of his thousand watt grins as he played with the toothpick that sat between his teeth. “Don’t you think your wife here comes up with some banger ideas, Rooster?” Bradley did think you had some good ideas, he wasn't going to let you know that though–if he did he knew his workouts, his Personal Training sessions and his Fitness Testing would just increasingly get harder and harder. It had only been by the skin of his goddamn nose that you passed his last Multi-Stage Fitness Test. Bradley Bradshaw was a hunk and with that meant he himself was not the most aerodynamic of the bunch–Bob had passed with flying colours, although you did nearly force him to restart his push-ups again when you caught him cheating on range.

“She told me what she had planned last night Hangman, I’m ready to go, brought my pre workout in my bag and everything—“ Rooster just sighed as he leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs as he brought his hands up to rest behind his head. “Piece of cake.”

“I have never heard anyone say MURPH is a piece of cake.” Phoenix groaned. “Aggie, please–”

“I don't make the rules, Lieutenant, I just enforce them.” You had gotten used to the love-hate relationship and animosity you received while you were in uniform, it was your job to make sure none of the navy’s finest aviators let their fitness fall to the wayside. “Now for those who don't know what MURPH is, i'll explain quickly then you can all take twenty to change, refuel, and meet me over in the gym.” As you pulled out the empty chair that sat vacant next to your husband, you used it as a footstool before propping yourself up on the desk. Clearing your throat before reading out the workout explanation on the sheet you'd distributed.

“M.U.R.P.H is a hero WOD dedicated to Michael P. Murphy, the first service member to receive the Medal of Honor for service in Afghanistan, during a Memorial Day event on Bagram Airfield, Afghanistan, May 24, 2015.” Although there were more people sitting before you who didn't like the idea of such a gruelling workout, they did respect the fallen. “Michael's favourite workout was dedicated to him after his passing and thus, will be your workout today.” You felt the stomachs of everyone, all but Jake And Javy who just sat a little straighter in their chairs, drop.

“Today you will complete a one mile run, 100 pull-ups, expected to be chest to bar, 200 push-ups, 300 bodyweight squats, and to finish up we’ll run another mile.” Bradley crept a hand around your calf, thumbing your uniform as he squinted his eyes and bit his bottom lip, hoping you wouldn't add anything else to the list…..He should have known better. But he couldn't hold a grudge against you–not when you were four months pregnant and glowing. You were hiding your pregnancy well, it wasn't that you didn't want your friends and family to know, it's just you wanted to revel in the experience with Bradley for a little while longer before telling everyone you were both expecting. “Usually the twenty pound weight vest would be optional, but boys and girls you are some of the Navy’s finest Aviators, so you will all complete this course while wearing a twenty pound vest, none-notable people.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~*

In the locker room, Nomex Flight Suits had been discarded for workout gear. Standard issue work boots had been replaced by trainers, and any and all standards of professionalism had gone out the window. It was the one thing everyone actually did enjoy about having you as their PTI, you weren’t big on formality. As long as respect was there you couldn’t give a rats ass about if people swore at you or razzed you. It made the job just a little bit more enjoyable.

The last thing anyone wanted to do while they were working out was keep a rigid and professional persona.

“Man, sometimes I hate your wife.” Phoenix grumbled as the group walked out of the locker room with towels slung over their shoulders and copious amounts of pre-workout scooped into shakers. Bradley couldn't help but to laugh, he loved you so much, the wedding band wrapped around his ring finger was there to prove it. The tattoos of your name on his left ass cheek was also there to prove it.

“I wouldn't let her hear you say that.” Bradley paused as he took a swig of his pre-workout before handing it to Jake who looked like he was pumping himself up for the fight of his life. “She’ll ‘accidentally’ forget to count your reps and make you start again.”

“This is surely a form of torture–” Fanboy added as he trailed behind with Bob.

“It's a hero WOD Fanboy–respect the dead.” Jake hissed, he was as keen as, the only one in the group who hadnt had a negative thing to say about your workout plan. “I don't know why you guys aren't more excited.”

“Unlike you Hangman, most of us aren't gluttons for punishment.” Payback teased as he came to sling an arm around Jake's shoulders. “Or degradation, considering the unholy things I've seen in your search history.” Jake and Bradley had grown closer in the past few years that saw them in North Island permanently, there had been more times than you could count where the two of them would stumble back to your humble abode, drunk out of their minds. There had even been a time or two where you'd caught them spooning on the couch when Rooster couldn't take the stairs in his drunken state.

“None of which compare to what Bradsaw probably cops in the bedroom.” Jake was quick to turn the attention back on Rooster, sending him a smirk over his shoulder as he took a quick sip of the pre-workout they were sharing and handed it over. “Huh Rooster? Agony probably has you wrapped around her little finger.” It was no secret amongst the group that you were a power house PTI, you didn’t dish out any workout you couldn't do with your eyes closed, something that the Daggers really valued about you was your integrity. You were honest and kind and above all, you levelled with them. You weren't a hypocrite and you, as much as you hated your job some days, the constant pressure, the delayed onset muscle soreness, the gruelling workouts and the sweat, you led by example and practised what you preached.

That didnt mean you and Bradley wouldn't reserve Friday nights for takeout and chocolate.

“That she does.” Was all Bradley replied with, “Have you fucking seen her? She’d kick my ass any day of the week if I gave her any ounce of crap.” He was without a shadow of a doubt whipped, but Bradley had always been that way with you–ever since he met you at his first water survival training weekend, he was down bad. He’d been assigned to your little group that first Saturday and you sent his heart into the stratosphere the first time you smiled at him. He was still unsure if it had ever come back or if your unconditional love and admiration just kept it hovering in the ozone layer.

“She looks like she's glowing.” Bob remarked as the group mixed with nervousness, existential dread and far too much ego radiating of one particular member made their way across the tarmac to the base gym you could be found in any given day of the week. It was your home away from home. Kitted out with state of the art equipment, a spacious and functional environment that was welcoming and motivating. “She's far too excited about this, oh my god.”

Bradley knew you were glowing, but he also knew it wasn't because you were excited. He knew that it was because of the little one growing inside you, a mix of him and you. He kind of hoped it was a boy, but everyone always told him he’d make a good girl dad. Regardless–he just wanted to be a dad, his biggest achievement by far would be being a good dad.

“She really is.” Bradley beamed as he heard the unmistakable tune of AJR’s Burn The House Down blasting through your speakers, reading over the workout plan one final time as you sat on the sled track, legs sprawled as you hummed away in your own little word. Twirling the pen you held in your hand absentmindedly, Bradley’s voice brought you out of your concentration. Alerting you that the team was ready to be put through their paces. “We’re hear for your torture session, Agony, don’t hold back on Hangman though, he’s been gloating since, well–forever really.” Bradley teased as he offered you a gentle hand, helping you rise up from the felt sled track. You immediately felt a dizziness unparalleled to anything you'd ever experienced before. So much so you fought off the urge to succumb to the feeling of descent as you stumbled and stammered for a second.

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, Lieutenant.” You smiled, exhaling as you steadied your equilibrium. Bradley caught on immediately that you were feeling slightly uneasy, placing a soft hand against the small of your back as you cleared your throat and rolled up your sleeves a little. “Alright, So I’ve measured out half a mile along the airfield, so it's half a mile to and half a mile back– You can either run the tarmac or use the treadmill.” You explained to everybody standing around listening in to what you had to say.

“Can we break up the reps Y/n?” Payback asked as he shouldered Bob, forcing him to lose his footing slightly, stumbling for a second as he sent Payback look. “Or is it strictly 100, 200, 300?”

“I don't care what you guys do so long as you get it done.” Your tone made Fanboy shiver, you could be a hard task master when you wanted to be. “Start warming up and we’ll get this show on the road.” Bradley was quick to sneak a peck on the cheek when the group started to disperse, all except for Hangman a little on edge about what was to come.

“You feeling alright darlin?” He cooed, walking with you over to your desk where you’d left your water bottle.

“Your baby is the size of a pear at the moment and she's already giving me a hard time.” Neither you nor Bradley wanted to know if you were having a boy or a girl, you wanted it to be a surprise, both having made lists that kept growing with names galore. “I'm just starting to feel really sluggish, which is hard to hide when I'm usually the energiser bunny on base.”

“Dr. Richards did say you’d need to pull back a little the further along you get baby." It was hard to accept that you would eventually have to slow down, up until about two weeks ago you had been fine, apart from the morning sickness you had dealt with in the first trimester. Bradley respected your boundaries when you were both at work, knowing professionalism in the workplace was important to you, however–that didn't stop him from discreetly placing a gentle hand atop your stomach, finding the small baby bump hiding under your work uniform. The camo green fabric warping around your naval under his palm. “But that doesn't mean you're not any less capable, just means you’re growing our little boy which in my opinion, is pretty spectacular.”

“Just means we’ll need to tell everyone sooner rather than later Roo.” You sighed, taking a sip of your water, not knowing that Phoenix had spotted the gentle touch of your husband's hand resting on your stomach for a brief moment. Her eyes wide in shock as her jaw slacked slightly. Phoenix though, the master of recovery, disguised her surprise when you turned around to round up the gang that were all in the process of warming up in some way shape or form. “Alright, we can stagger the start for those who aren't warm enough–” You side eyed Bradley as he scoffed at you, leaving your side to join his colleagues. “

“Let's go boys and girl, we’re doing Murph baby!” Jake hollered out, clapping his hands down on Javys shoulders, pumping each other up as you laughed, a smile creeping across your face. “Bradshaw! You gonna try keep up with the big boys?”

“Think I might taxi with Bob.” Bradley replied, jogging on the spot before giving his lower back a little twist side to side. Bob just rolled his eyes, to the untrained eye he was the kind of guy who kept his shirt on during beach days, but he thoroughly enjoyed cardio. If Rooster's plan had been to taxi with him during the mile run he was in for a rude shock, but Bob knew he was gonna lose time in the pull-up department. “You ready to go man?”

“As ready as I'll ever be for this kind of workout.” Bob groned. “If I say I twisted my ankle now, do I still have to participate?” The group all laughed at the near winge that left Bob's mouth, he really wasn't up for this today–but what you came back with made the gym explode with boisterous laughter.

“If you dont be careful Lieutenant Floyd l’ll pack an extra pound into your weight vest.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~***

Phoenix saw her opportune moment to strike about half way through the first half mile. Bradley was starting to show a red hume across his face, a thin layer of sweat had started to form across his forehead and Phoenix knew that if he was focusing hard enough on keeping his pace steady with one foot in front of the other, she knew he was in no position to formulate a lie.

“So–Bradshaw.” Phoenix started as she came up to jog beside Rooster. “How far along is she?”

“How far along is who?” Bradley replied as he kept his head straight, focused on the marker up ahead that indicated the turn around point. Watching as Jake and Javy booked it around one another, racing ahead of the rest of the group who had all opted to taxi their way through this.

“Agony, she's pregnant.” Phoenix spoke with such conviction that Bradley found it near impossible to try and formulate a lie that would cover up the truth of the matter. “I saw you put your hand on her stomach, and I know you wouldnt do that if she wasnt pregnant.”

“She's feeling a little off today, little spud is kicking her around a little.” It was all the conformation Phoenix needed to let out a little squeal as she beamed at Rooster, smacking him in the shoulder. “Ow!”

“Why would you keep this from us! Rooster! That's amazing, congratulations!”

“We just wanted to enjoy it for a while, just us, we haven't even told her parents yet.” Bradley explained as he made it to the turnabout point with Phoenix, both keeping each other's pace. “She's four months, we don't wanna know the sex, but everything is going the way it should, doc said she’ll need to start pulling back soon though.”

“Ah, so thats why she isn’t participating in the torture.” Phoenix had picked up on the fact you weren’t participating today, she thought it was odd that you weren't but wasn't about to question it. She was scared you'd match her attitude and give her an extra 100 push ups. “Mrs Bradshaw is knocked up.”

“Yeah.” Bradley chuckled, he liked the sound of that. “I had to beg her not to last night when I saw the MURPH file sitting out on the dining table, got down on my knees and everything.”

“You couldn't have just talked her out of the whole plan entirely?” Phoenix whined, starting to feel a little more puffed from talking as she jogged with Bradley. Starting to really feel herself warming up.

“Oh trust me, I tried that too.” Bradley explained, laughing as he remembered how that conversation ended. “She seduced me just to get me to shut up.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~***

By the time Rooster and Phoenix got back to the hanger turned gym, Jake and Javy were already going ten reps for ten reps with their pull ups. Bob, Fanboy and Payback were just standing there, watching as they caught their breath and waited for Rooster and Phoenix to return.

“Alright ladies, now that everyones back, there's no rest for the wicked.” You turned up the volume on the speaker you stood by before making your way over. “Lets hussle, clocks still ticking and the faster you get this done the less time you have to spend here with me.”

Fanboy groaned as he turned to Bob, sharing a painful look of ‘I'm over this already.’

“How are you gonna break this up, Roo?” You cooed, coming to stand by your husband as you watched Payback and Phoenix get to work on the rig, everyone was working on their pull ups first. “If it was me i'd do ten at a time.”

“I think I should be able to manage twenty-five at a time.” He smiled, mumbling under his breath in your ear as he leaned in to kiss your earlobe. “Phoenix knows you're pregnant by the way.”

“What!?” You gasped. “How did she find out! You said we weren’t gonna tell anyone yet?”

“Saw me touch your stomach before, figured it was a little sus.” Bradley cooed. “I'm sorry.”

“No, no don't be, it was bound to happen sooner or later.” You accepted the reality, watching as your group worked through their reps, taking notice of Bob who was severely lacking in his rep range. “Floyd! Chin to bar!”

“Yeah Bob, chin to bar.” Hangman added, laughing with that thousand watt grin he was known for. “Bradshaw! Stop trying to flirt your way out of this!”

“That's my cue.” Bradley groaned, throwing his head back as he ran his hands through sweat covered locks. “Play nice please.”

“Nope, hop to it Lieutenant–” You bit back, biting your bottom lip as you cautiously and ever so discreetly slapped Bradley on the arse, watching as you sauntered away with a little more pep in his step.

***~***~***~***~***~***~***

“I feel like my arms are gonna pop off!” Next was the push ups. Mickey groaned as he did his set of twenty as you came to kneel beside him. “You’re a vicious and cruel woman.”

“Well I guess Agony is rather fitting, isn't it Fanboy?” you questioned through a soft laugh as you pressed a hand between his shoulder blades. “Retract your scaps, you're relying too much on your triceps, put the pressure through your chest and your longevity will increase.”

“If i wasn't so mad i'd say thankyou.” He groaned, keeping on keeping on with his reps. As soon as he was done, Rooster started his, same as Payback.

“Hmm, I'll take it.” You ruffled Mickey's hair, wiping the sweat you collected onto the thigh of your pants as you stood, feeling light headed as you rose too quickly. “Oh–” Your vision blurred momentarily as a slight ringing in your ears rang out, you tried to breathe through it, but you couldn't catch the feeling.

“Hey Aggie, you okay?” It was Hangman who noticed that you were looking a little unsteady at first, but as soon as the words were leaving his mouth? You were going down. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as the dizziness from standing too quickly took over you entirely. “Oh shit!” It normally wouldn't have been an issue, but you'd been feeling a little unsteady all day. “Y/n–” Hangman was quick to move to break your fall, catching you in his arms before you could hit the ground. “Rooster! Get over here will ya?” Jake called out, Bradley hadnt seen you fall, he was too busy focusing on his push-ups. “It's Y/n.”

“What's wrong?” Bradley asked as he stood, noticing you passed out in Jake's arms. “Oh my god, hey–” He cooed, tapping your cheek softly as he crouched beside you on the other side of Jake, the whole ordeal had grabbed the attention of all the aviators you had in your gym. “Hey, darling, you okay? Open your eyes for me baby.”

You did, slowly, fluttering your eyelids with a soft groan as you tried to sit up, still feeling dizzy.

“Woah–easy there killer, what's going on? I've never seen you pass out like that before.” Although Jake was technically addressing you, Bradley held a palm to your forehead as he pressed his lips together, watching as you struggled to focus on what was going around you.

“She’s pregnant–” The gym went completely silent at Bradley’s major announcement. “I gotta get her to the hospital in case there's something wrong.”

“Bradley, I'm fine.” You tried to reason with your husband as he scooped you up and into his arms, waiting for you to wrap your arms around his neck before he stood. “I promise, I just felt a little light headed is all.”

“Yeah, no I don't care, we’re getting you checked out.” There was a distinct shift in Bradley’s tone, before he was playful, enjoying the workout as much as he could but now? He was as serious as ever, nothing was more important to him than you, his family.

“Bradley, I'm in the middle of instructing a class.” Again you tried to defend the unnecessary need to go get checked out. You really didn’t feel like it was that big of an issue. “I can’t just leave? Everyone needs—“ Before you could finish, Bradley was interrupting.

“Guys? you good?” Bradley turned around, addressed the totally stunned and flabbergasted group who just looked at him like he’d just dropped a major bomb on them. That his wife was expecting, you were gonna be a mother, and he, Bradley Rooster Bradshaw, was gonna be a dad. “You know what you’re doing don't you?”

“Uh, yeah–” Bob started.

“We’re good.” Payback stammered.

“We’ll be fine, just go make sure everything’s okay.” Phoenix added.

“What do you mean Y/n’s pregnant!?” Hangman asked, standing there with wide eyes and a confused expression. Bradley didn’t respond, he simply turned on his heels and continued on his way, carrying you over to the admin building on base to get you checked out.

“Do I need to have the sex education talk with you Seresin?” Phoenix teased. “Did your parents never give you the birds and the bees talk?” Jake just sent her a look.

“You fucking knew didnt you?” He called Phoenix on her cool calm and collected manor. Something was up.

“Only for like twenty more minutes than you.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~***

“Take a picture, it’ll last long.” You pouted from your position on the hospital bed, hooked up to a heart rate monitor. Bradley sat beside you, hand in yours as he just stared at you. Trying to get a read on how you were actually feeling because he knew you weren’t telling him the truth.

“Woah, that was incredibly rude, Mrs Bradshaw.” Bradley teased as he let go of your hand, leaning back in the chair he sat perched in. stretching his arms up over his head, enough so that the bottom of his shirt pulled up, exposing his lower abdomen for a second. An incredible sight. “I'm just doing what any good husband would do, you know, making sure your health is in top priority.”

“I'm A Personal Training Instructor for the United States Navy.” You reminded your husband, deadpanning him as you swirled your palm across your stomach. Stupid hospital gown covering your small bump. “Uncle Sam pays me to make sure you keep your health in tip top shape, it's not the other way around.” Bradley sent you a childish lok as his snickered back at you as you stuck your tongue out at him. “Listen, I’m fine, I'm just not used to my equilibrium being so off, I got up too quick and lost my balance, I'm fine.”

“Why don't we let the doctor be the judge of that?” Bradley sighed, leaning forward as he rose from his seat to kiss your cheek. You just accepted the loving gesture as he cupped your cheeks, swiping the pad of his thumb across your cheek. “I just worry about you, because I love you and if anything ever happened to you I wouldn't be able to forgive myself for not doing enough when I could have.”

“Good thing I love you more huh?” You cooed, watching as Bradley sat back down as Doctor Richard’s entered the room.

“That my dear, is not possible.” Rooster just managed to get his reply in before Doctor Richards smiled.

“Well the good thing is there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with bubs from the ultrasound.” She explained as she read through your chart. “But it seems as though you’re experiencing some bouts of low blood pressure Mrs Bradshaw.”

“Low blood pressure?” Bradley questioned. “That can just happen? Y/n doesn’t have low blood pressure?” He was right, you didn’t, but you seemed to have it now.

“I can assure you Mr. Bradshaw it’s a very common occurrence during the first twenty four weeks of pregnancy, I wouldn’t be too alarmed as long as you manage it.” Doctor Richards addressed you as you sat up a little straighter in your bed.

“How would you like me to do that Doc?” You asked with a sigh, it wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy being pregnant. You did and you were so excited for your little one to arrive. What was annoying though was the fact you had been told to slow down, take things easy, enjoy the time you had with your baby. You were naturally a physically active person. Slowing down just wasn’t in your DNA.

“Take it easy. Try to slow down a little? I understand you’re a PTI? Perhaps avoiding strenuous activity for the time being will help.” Doctor Richards explained. “Try to avoid making sudden movements, like standing up too quickly. It shouldn’t be a long term thing but for now? Monitor your systems, drink plenty of water to stay hydrated to increase your blood volume.”

“Aye aye captain.” You groaned, saluting Dr. Richards as you slumped a little. Rooster caught onto your bad mood instantly, deciding to take over the conversation for you.

“We’ll do our best Doc, thanks for checking up on her.”

“Anytime—I’ll have your charts done up and send a discharge notice to the ladies at Reception.” She explained before leaving the room, giving you and Bradley a moment alone. He was silent as you walked Ike’s at him. Expecting him to say he told you so.

“You feelings alright?” He asked softly.

“I’m fine—just need a moment to truly process that my career is over.” You groaned, lying back as you faught of tears, it was the hormones, but not really. You just knew this day was coming.

“What are you talking about?” Bradley asked, concern lacing his tone of voice as he sat as close to you as he possibly could. “Darlin—?”

“If I can’t train, I can’t tell others to train. I can’t be a hypocrite.” You explained as tears fell down your cheeks. “I’ll go on maternity leave and lose my strength, my endurance, my body is already changing and I can only imagine what it’ll be like after having this beautiful baby.” You were well aware how crazy you sounded but it’s how you felt. “Bradley, I hope you don’t take this as me not loving every single moment of this because I am—“ You sobbed as Braldey held your hand and brought it to his lips. “I’m just scared of how becoming a mother is gonna affect the career I worked so hard to build.”

“I understand baby.” Bradley tried his best to console you, he wasn’t going to tell you that none of what you were worried about was going to happen. He knew that there was a possibility it could. It had happened to other women before you and it would certainly happen after. “But if anyone can manage being a wonderful, caring mother and a fierce, incredibly talented career woman it’s you.”

“You think so?” You couldn’t help but to scoff lightly through your tears as you turned your head to look at your husband, so thankful for his every strong presence and support.

“Honey I know so, we’ll do whatever it takes to get you right back to where you were before this little one came along.” He smiled, helping you sit up. “But let’s focus on you now? Alright, keep that blood pressure from dropping, keep you healthy and happy mama.”

“Oh god!” You remembered the fact Bradley had mentioned to every single Dagger that you were pregnant. “Oh my god Roo, they’re gonna tackle us!” You leaned forward into your husband's chest as he laughed and kissed the top of your head. “I guess we better get back and get it over with huh?”

“Yeah, better to rip the Band-Aid off fast than to drag it out.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~***

By the time you got back to base, the entire Dagger Squad was waiting back in the rec room. When you and Bradley entered cautiously, they all stood up as if they were expecting life altering news.

“Is everything alright?” Bob asked, you never thought his eyes could get any bigger—but as he looked at you with hope filled eyes, you knew you’d been wrong.

“Everything’s fine.” You smiled, wrapping your arm around Rooster's torso. Pulling him close as he sighed and filled in the gaps.

“Mum and Bub are doing well, just got a little low blood pressure to manage but other than that? Everything else seems to be just fine.” Everyone went quiet, all silently thanking the heavens above and those in it that nothing major had occurred. Until Fanboy said what everyone was thinking—

“Can we go back to the part where you’re pregnant and didn’t tell any of us?”

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#bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster bradshaw #rooster x you #top gun rooster

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rachelsfav-queer · 4 months ago

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Enid and Wends twin kids as toddlers, the first time they see momma Enid (Wends is Mother) and they’re terrified, Wends is able to calm them down a little, but it’s only when Enid gets close and the kids can tell from the scent that’s its their momma and they waddle over and bury themselves in her fur

Alright, gonna do my best to answer as many asks that are already in my inbox as I can. Hopefully this goes well lmaoooo. I might only answer one or two though so don’t hate me, hate my adhd. I already do

ANYWAY!!!

This is so damn cute, I love it so much!!! I love Wenclair’s children having werewolf characteristics, like heightened senses like smell, hearing, sight, etc. and even acting like puppies when they’re younger lol. And them being twins is just- ughhh it’s giving me so many ideas lmaoooo.

Like each twin sharing more personality with one of their moms, while obviously still being a mix of both their personalities. So like one has more in common with Wednesday, sharing her darker interests and all, while the other is more like Enid, and sharing her interests instead. But then they actually like spending more time with their opposite in their moms (not like favorites or anything, idk how to explain it damn it).

Okay okay okay!!! WE NEED NAMES!!!! So Wednesday and Enid both work together to name their children, but they do get to name each of them individually. (Again, idk how to explain this) But Wednesday names one of them Augustus, after the Roman emperor, but as they get older, they choose to go by Auggie instead and they actually identify as agender! Their other child, Enid names her Gwen!

Auggie has more of Wednesday’s personality and interests, but usually likes to spend time with Enid and although their exterior would let others believe that they’re more like their mother, Auggie has a deeply optimistic view on the world and genuinely cares about others once they’re close. They’re also much better at making friends, like their momma!

Gwen is more like her momma, sharing more of her interests and personality with Enid, but is more often attached to her mother’s hip than even Enid is to Wednesday. But Gwen definitely has a sadistic side, she loves to fuck around with others and in a general sense doesn’t much care for what random strangers, teachers, and classmates think about her and is usually alone or is sitting by her sibling, Auggie. And of course, Gwen has some of that signature Addams protectiveness over her family. She will, and has before, ruin someone’s life if they try to mess with those that she loves.

And final note, cause this is getting a bit long, Gwen and Auggie are all but inseparable. Literally in their first few years in school, it took a whole squad of teachers and school staff to separate them for even a few minutes. And a few minutes is literal btw, as it wasn’t very long before they had each found their way back to the other, one very nearly literally tearing through all the teachers and the other sneaking away while the teachers weren’t looking. And although they eventually grew more comfortable with being separate for some time as they got older, they still always end up right back at each other’s side eventually. So yeah, inseparable lol.

Umm yeah, I got a little bit too into this, huh? Anyway, I hope y’all have enjoyed my endless rambling lol

#liquidsnace #ask answered #wenclair #wednesday x enid #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair children #wenclair au #wednesday netflix #wednesday series

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chrisevansonly · 2 years ago

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Helping Hand

Dad!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader

Summary: Chris really loves to workout in your home gym, especially since the pandemic and virus season, he loved the idea of having his own workout space all to himself. Funny enough when you can’t find your three year old daughter Arlie, check the gym, and you might find her attached to her dad’s hip

Warnings: non, straight pure fluffy dad Chris, sassy Arlie

A/N: Baby Arlie is back to making an appearance!! I adore this pairing so much it rots my teeth, I think I’m going to divide my masterlist and add a Dad!Chris/ Dad + Arlie Section, let me know what you think, this one may be a little shorter, hopefully not horrible lmao but happy reading!!

Word Count: 846

Little Arlie girl was the epitome of her father’s shadow, following him around whenever and wherever she could, especially now that she was walking more and handling stairs better. That wasn’t to say you and Chris didn’t still watch her like a hawk in case she needed a hand or fell, but she was getting more and more independent every day. It was often days like today when Chris was off in your home gym completing his daily workout, whether it was legs, chest or arms, Arlie always found a way to weasel her little self into the gym to be with her daddy. So when you called her name for snack time and didn’t get a response, you made your way into the den where you’d left her last only to find her colouring book open and water bottle where she left it on the coffee table.

“That little bug…”

You couldn’t help but laugh quietly knowing just how good of an escape artist she was, so you tidied her markers up and walked your way down the hall and to the steps leading into the basement. When you opened the door, you could hear her giggles and little squeals as she and Chris worked through their weight session together

“I stronger than you daddy!”

The sight at the bottom of the stairs bringing a smile to your face, she had her set of dumbbells, which weighed virtually nothing in her hands, while Chris was on his back, two green and yellow weights on his chest to keep him to the floor

“I think you certainly are dove, I think I need some help!”

Arlie put her weights down and placed her tiny hands on her hips in a superman like pose and sighed

“I help you on one ‘dition daddy.”

You laughed at her shortened version of the word condition, because it was just the cutest thing in the world listening to her learning and practicing new words. At the sound of your laugh Arlie looked to you and clapped

“Hi mommy!!”

Chris smiled too, practically identical to your little girl

“Yeah, hi mommy”

“Hi you two, what’s going on down here?”

Arlie cocked her hip to the side, the sass with her was off the charts, Chris never failing to let you know it comes from you

“I doing the lifties thing with daddy, an’ he not strong ‘nough to hold my colour sticks”

Colour sticks, what she called her dumbbells, despite you attempting to teach her the word, it would forever be known as colour sticks to you and your husband

“Oh, I see, so are you gonna help him bug?”

“Mhm, I got one ‘dition first mommy”

You chuckled sitting down with the two of them on the floor, watching her as she began waving her arms around

“What’s that baby?”

“Well, I wanna watch cartoon and have two cookies!”

Chris pretended to think about it for a few moments, closing his eyes before letting out a dramatic sigh and holding his hand out to Arlie

“Okay Arlie girl, you got yourself a deal.”

“Deal daddy!”

She wrapped her much smaller hands around his larger one and shook with all her toddler strength before grabbing the dumbbells off his chest. Chris immediately took her in his arms and sat up covering her face in kisses while the room filled with the sounds of her laughter and now yours mixed in together. Moments like these making you take a mental snapshot watching the two people you loved most experiencing life together

“Alright my little gym crazies, how about we go upstairs for some snacks?”

After a collective cheer of yesses, the three of you made your way upstairs where Arlie got comfy in her chair at the island, and you and Chris stood in front of her, smiles on both of your faces as she munched away on some apples and peanut butter, her current favourite obsession

“Hey daddy?”

Chris finished chewing one a slice of the apple you’d also given him before answering her

“Yeah baby?”

“Don’t ‘fink I forgot about our deal.”

Your hand quickly covered your mouth as you began laughing, Chris losing it beside you as well

“O-Okay dove I won’t...”

Chris could barely get that sentence out without laughing and the two of you managed to calm down after a couple minutes, Arlie looking between her mom and dad with a stone-faced expression, clearly not finding any of this funny

“Arlie baby you are going to be a force to be reckoned with when you get older”

“Just like you mommy!”

You laughed shaking your head at her before Chris chimed in beside you quickly to agree with his little girl

“Yep, just like mommy”

Chris leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek before wrapping an arm around you and bringing you to him. That moment in the kitchen becoming another mental snapshot you’d hope to keep with you forever, your sassy Arlie girl never failing to make each day as interesting as the last.

#chrisevans #chrisevansxreader #chris evans imagine #chris evans fic #chris evans x fluff #chris evans x wife!reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x female reader #dad! chris evans #chris evans x arlie mae #chris evans x reader #chris x reader #rueswrites

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themuse-if · 2 months ago

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Another 20 (or so) Questions with Silas Walker

Interviewer: Welcome to another installment of our character interviews, where we dive deep into the lives and minds of our favorite cast members of The Muse. Today, we have Silas Walker, an insightful songwriter who also happens to be your RA. Silas, thank you for joining us. Could you start by telling us what made you want to pursue songwriting?

Silas: Music has always been a big part of my life. I love the way that music can make you feel. Beyond that, it can enhance what you're already feeling. Honestly I was just inspired by the way certain songs have carried me through life, so I started making my own. Hopefully I can write songs that really resonate with people from all walks of life.

Interviewer: Could you describe your songwriting in more detail?

Silas: Well I really enjoy collaborating with other writers and musicians. Not that I don't like working on music alone, but it's so much more interesting and complex when you have someone else to bounce ideas off of.

Interviewer: Ok interesting, so do you only collaborate with other musicians, or have you worked with other types of artists?

Silas: Oh yeah! *he becomes much more animated* I have these two friends Karla and Faye, we actually all stayed in Lipton Hall our freshman year. Karla paints mostly, but she does some mixing on the side, and Faye is a dancer and sculptor. Sometimes I'll write a song based on one of Karla's paintings and then she'll go and mix it to adapt to a collection she's working on. And sometimes Faye would ask me to come up with something for her if she couldn't find a song to fit the choreography in her head. We even worked on a cool project, all three of us together. *he visibly deflates* I doubt that'll happen again now that they're broken up.

Interviewer: That all sounds really interesting, I bet you three have put out some interesting creations. Actually I didn't realize that you three were close. *takes a deliberate pause* I haven't talked to anyone else about their breakup, would you mind giving me your take?

Silas: I'm not really sure it's my place to talk about their relationship. All I'll say is that I wish they could have worked it out, they were really great together. Truth be told I think that their communication and trust just fell apart, and neither of them knew how to repair it.

Interviewer: *leans forward, intrigued* Do you think there's a chance they'll get back together?

Silas: *smirks and leans forward* Sorry, but isn't this interview supposed to be about me?

Interviewer: Ha, sorry your right. *sits back, more composed* Actually you were just wound so tight in our last interview that I was surprised to get you talking about anything remotely personal.

Silas: Well it can't really be considered personal if it's not about me.

Interviewer: Indeed. Alright let's just...change the subject. What trait do you value most in a friend?

Silas: Understanding. I think that if you have friends who are willing to take the time to thoroughly understand you, well then you can pretty much overcome anything.

Interviewer: That's a very insightful take, would you say you want the same from your ideal partner.

Silas: Yeah, of course, but they would need to be more than just that. Actually I'm not really sure how to put in to words exactly. Just someone who matches me, like it just feels right.

Interviewer: Do you think you become more forward if you feel that type of connection with someone, or do you just let them come to you?

Silas: I mean there's a time and a place for everything. Just because you feel a spark doesn't mean it should be ignited. Sometimes some things just aren't meant to be.

Interviewer: What do you notice first about a person? How did you put it. *smirks* What ignites that spark?

Silas: I mean obviously when you first meet someone you take them in physically. Their height, hair, nose, the way their lips move when they speak, how their eyes shift along your face, it's hard to say you only notice one thing.

Interviewer: *blinks slowly* Oh really, all that in a single glance. *Silas just leans back, grinning* Um, anyways, next question. What was your first kiss like?

Silas: It was pretty underwhelming. Short, sweet, turned out my friends little sister had a crush on me. One day I was hang out at his place and he left the room for some snacks. She popped in to confess her feeling gave me a quick peck and then ran out. We never talked about it. *shrugs*

Interviewer: Okay, simple enough. Have you ever been in love?

Silas: Love, no. Infatuated, yes. Don't ask how it went.

Interviewer: *rolls their eyes* Alright, then when was your last relationship, and why did it end?

Silas: I was seeing someone last year but it just sort of...fizzled out.

Interviewer: Right...is that it? *closes their eyes and pinches the bridge of their nose* How the fuck am I supposed to do my job if you wont talk. *clears their throat* Would you mind telling me how you behave in a relationship?

Silas: When I really care for someone I end up letting my guard down. It's like I chase the feeling they give me, even if sometimes I shouldn't.

Interviewer: Well that was a loaded answer, and I know you'll refuse to elaborate. You're absolutely infuriating. *takes a calming breath* Let's move on to something, easy. What’s your ideal Friday night?

Silas: *tries to hide his chuckle* Usually my ideal Friday night is spent with friends, either having a little jam session and writing music together or going to a concert.

Interviewer: *sighs* Okay, cool. What’s the last song you listened to?

Silas: "Just Like a Star" by Corinne Bailey Rae. It's a classic that never gets old.

Interviewer: Mhm. What is your latest obsession?

Silas: It's not really anything knew, but I collect records. Its more of a constant obssession.

Interviewer: What is your biggest pet peeve?

Silas: People who don't know how to mind their own business.

Interviewer: Oh my fu.... *takes a deep breath* Well I think that's all the time we have for today. *looks at notepad, there are definitely more questions* It's really been something speaking with you today. I'm sure it'll be even more enlightening next time.

#themuse if #twine if #if: themuse #interviews2

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dragonfirerogue-writes · 2 years ago

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Can I please have an imagine where fem!reader is an original member of the glee club and her and Quinn are obviously pining after each other. The glee club gets tired of it and hatches a plan to get them together. It works and they end up together. Just fluffy please?

Quinn x Reader

"We HAVE to do something about them..." Santana groans out. "Those goo-goo eyes are making me sick."

The New Directions were having a meeting about their resident starstruck lovers. You and Quinn have been dancing around each other since Glee Club started two years ago and it was infuriating everyone.

"It's a wonder how they don't know how the other feels," Kurt mentions with a sigh. "If I had eyes burning into my soul, I'd notice."

"To be fair," Tina pipes in. "Quinn did date around a lot for a bit." Mike nods in agreement.

"Yeah, that's bound to give some mixed signals."

"Then what excuse does Q have!?" Santana all but yells at the others. "The last thing she should be worried about is a little gay panic after everything."

There's a grumble of agreement that echoes in the choir room. It lasts for a bit before Artie chimes in with an idea.

"Well, let's help them get together then? Like set them up on a blind date together?" Mike shakes his head.

"No. Y/N won't date anyone else. She feels like it wouldn't be fair to want someone while dating another."

A few more ideas get thrown out and denied until Rachel has an epiphany.

"Let's do a duet week again and match them together! Force them to work together and before you know it, they'll finally confess." The others start getting into the planning method.

"Gotta be a love song theme." Sam says. "Otherwise they could do something like 'The Boy Is Mine'."

"We'll have to make sure they're paired together." Mercedes piped in. "Maybe the hat of fate, but just put one of their names as every choice. We'll choose our own partners."

Everyone excitedly continues to plan. It was fool-proof. It has to work. Hopefully, Mr. Schue was willing to at least let them take charge of this.

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The next Glee meeting arrives and everyone, including you and Quinn, are waiting for your teacher to make an appearance. You keep glancing over at Quinn, getting a glimpse of the girl you've been pining for for years. She seems unfazed, talking to Santana and Brittany. You smile at how at ease she seems and you're happy that her life has mellowed out for the time being.

"Alright team!" Mr. Schue greets as he walks into the choir room. "This week, we're doing another duet assignment."

Everyone cheers at the news. It takes a second for their teacher to calm everyone.

"And this time, I'm gonna get you guys choose your partners... Within a time limit." He takes out a stopwatch and sets the timer to ten seconds.

"Ready?" Everyone is poised. They all knew who to go to.

"Set?" The kids hover in their chairs.

"Go!"

Almost immediately, everyone sits back down, grabbing the person next to them. That left you and Quinn to be the only ones standing in confusion.

"And there we go! Good job everyone." Mr. Schue continues on with the assignment, leaving you and Quinn baffled.

-----+++++-----

"We need to pick a song, Quinn..."

The two of you were sitting in your room, sitting separately as you both go through various songs on your respective phones. While you were thrilled to have Quinn as a duet partner, the blonde was fighting you on which song to choose.

"I know, I know," the blonde sighs. "I just don't like any of these."

You throw your hands up in frustration. "There has to be something. We're losing rehearsal time."

Quinn just sighs and flops back on your bed. She steals one of your pillows and hugs it tight. You just lean back in your chair and poke at your keyboard. There was a potential to get even closer to your crush, but it seemed like it was wasted. Little did you know, Quinn felt the same way.

The sound of piano notes fills the room as you start playing randomly, eventually starting "Rewrite the Stars." It didn't take long before you were singing along.

I know you want me

It's not a secret I try to hide

I know you want me

So don't tell me our hands are tied.

Quinn smiles as she listens. Your voice was always one of her favorites and it was never tiring to listen to. She sits up, the pillow still in hand, before joining into the next verse. It's your turn to listen and you nearly swoon at the soft tones of her voice. It doesn't take long for you two to get into the song. Soon enough, you've abandoned your keyboard and are dancing with her. When you're both at the end of the song, you're face to face, staring at each other. Quinn doesn't seem to want to sing her last lines.

"I..." Quinn hesitates for a moment, searching your eyes, before leaning forward and placing her lips against yours. You sink into the feeling, making the most of it in case this was a fleeting fancy.

When you part, your eyes are still closed, unwilling to leave the dream. But when you do, you see hazel eyes staring right back at you. You can't help but gasp at the emotion in them.

"This... Isn't an 'in the moment' thing, right?" You tentatively ask. "Because if it is, I don't think I can take it."

Quinn lets out a soft laugh and shakes her head. "No. It's not an 'in the moment' thing. I really like you, Y/N. A lot. For a long time now." You just blink in response.

"Really? I've had feelings for you for years." A stupid smile spreads on your face. "I didn't think you felt the same because of all the... Others."

The blonde sits back on your bed and you follow suit. "They happened because I thought it would help me get over you. They didn't."

"So... We've been pining over each other."

"Yup."

There's a beat of silence before you both have an epiphany.

"Oh my God," you groan. "The rest of the Glee Club..." Quinn buries her face into her hands.

"They set us up..."

The blonde then shoots her head back up with a smirk.

"So when I sing that last line during our performance..." She eyes you mischievously.

You answer her with a wide grin.

#a dragon tries to write #glee imagine #quinn fabray x reader #quinn fabray imagine #asks #requests

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luminousbravery · 1 year ago

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wooo hallo could you maybe possibly hopefully do a short fic of sollux with a s/o who loves to bake? :0

i certainly can!!! i wrote this short fic to be, like, Sollux baking a cake with his partner? so i hope that's alright? plus cakes are like the only thing i know how to bake, so...

Sollux Bakes a Cake with His Partner

Sollux isn't much of the cooking type. Or the baking type, really. The best he can make is quick meals, things one would just pop into the microwave or oven and take out in a few minutes.

So, when you come to him with the idea of baking something together, he's a little... less than thrilled. Like, he cannot imagine why you want to bake with him. He just stares at you, a little dumbfounded.

"...okay but when ii me22 up thii2 2hiit don't be two 2urprii2ed." And with that, he follows you into the kitchen.

He helps at least to get out all of the ingredients and the pans you two would need to make everything. And at first, he thinks you've just bought some box cake mix. He starts to talk himself through it mentally, because box cake mix couldn't be THAT bad to work with-

But no, no you didn't buy box cake mix. You're making this from scratch. The both of you are going to make this from scratch, and Sollux feels himself sweating.

And you need to walk him through it. Quite a bit, actually. He cannot manage to NOT make a mess if you entrust him to pour the ingredients into bowls. So, he decides it's the safer option to simply help you mix and pour the ingredients into pans.

And, when the cake is finished and you two plan to start decorating, he probably asks to decorate it into a minecraft cake. Even though he's (mostly) joking, he's kind of proud of himself for making something. Even if you did most of the work.

#homestuck #homestuck x reader #homestuck fic #sollux captor #sollux captor x reader #sollux captor fanfic

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thefallennightmare · 7 months ago

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Just Pretend-Twenty Five

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader

Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.

Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.

Authors Note: I AM SO FUCKING SORRY IT TOOK ME ALMOST TWO MONTHS TO UPDATE. I love you all for sticking with us through this terrible lull. But I promise(well hope to) not go so long in between updates again. Hopefully, it was well worth the wait.

Also, please let me know if the tags didn't work. Tumblr has been a pain in my ass with them lately and with how many of you wanted to be tagged, I want to make sure I didn't miss any!

FUCK YOU. EAT SHIT. KILL GOD. DETHRONE.

We are Fallenvvitch. Goodnight.

🪽🔮

Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)

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READER

I hummed along to the tune that played on the speakers, swaying my hips, as I moved around the room helping Matt set up the equipment.

“You don’t have to help, Y/N. You should sit and relax,” Matt said while I handed him a specific cord he was looking for to hook up to one of the speakers.

I shrugged. “I don’t mind. I’ve always been a workhorse so the idea of sitting on my ass while you all are working doesn’t feel right.”

He smiled. “Have I mentioned that you and Noah are perfect for each other?”

“Once or twice,” I shrugged with a hint of a smirk.

There was a faraway look in Matt’s eyes, one I’ve recognized all too well; loneliness.

“Hey,” I nudged him with an elbow. “Everything alright?”

He let out a long breath before adjusting his hat, keeping his eyes cast down at his laptop, the program he uses for mixing the songs up on the screen.

“Promise not to tell the guys? I don’t need them giving me shit for it,” he said.

Immediately I nodded and crossed my heart so he continued. “I see what all of you guys have and sometimes, a part of me wonders if I’ll ever get anything even close to it.”

I frowned. “Matt, you will! I don’t want to sound cliche, but that person for you is out there. They’ll show up when you stop looking. Neither Noah nor I were looking for a relationship, and look where we are now. It wasn’t an easy or short road by any means but we got here.”

“It might be too late for me,” he grumbled under his breath before clicking away at his computer. Just as my lips moved to say something, Noah’s voice came through the speakers in the room.

“Angel, I love you.”

My cheeks burned as I glanced over at him with a wide smile to which he shrugged.

“I had to test if the microphones worked,” he said.

“Right,” I giggled while walking over to the area of the room that was set up for band rehearsals.

Bad Omens were going on tour in two weeks, the first one since they rebranded themselves with this new era. Everyone was nervous because they wanted to make sure everything went perfectly. Part of me felt sad and guilty that I wasn’t able to go on the first set of shows because Hollow Souls had media planned.

That may be why I kept trying to help out any way I could with the rehearsals; to show Noah and everyone else that I supported them.

However, I did plan on meeting Noah for the last three shows, which seemed to ease the sadness on his face. We’d only ever gone a few days without seeing each other since we got together, so now that we were about to go without seeing each other for nearly two weeks, my heart hurt.

Cheesy, but it was true.

Noah’s hands immediately found my hips and brought me close to him, my hands resting on his chest.

“What’s wrong with Matt?” He nodded behind me.

I played with the strings of his Hereditary sweatshirt. We just watched the movie with Jolly and Astrid last night, and my brain was still swirling with the ending.

“I think he’s starting to feel a little alone. He sees us, Jolly and Astrid, Jesse and Maxine, and starts to feel like he missed his time,” I said under my breath so others wouldn’t hear.

The corner of Noah’s mouth pulled down on a line as he kept his eyes on Matt.

“Maybe the tour will help clear his mind,” he said with a sad sigh.

“Oh, about that,” I pulled the string of his hoodie again to pull his attention to me. “Are you still upset that I'm stealing Lana from you guys?”

He chuckled before squeezing my hips. “No, angel. Hollow Souls need her more than Bad Omens do. Plus, she found a replacement for her so Bryan doesn’t have to do most of the photography. I think it’s Lana’s cousin.”

“Good because Malcolm felt like shit. But we don’t have a full-time photographer and want to get these promo shots out as soon as possible. Lana accepted before she knew about your tour-.”

Noah hushed my ramblings with a gentle kiss to my lips, one that we both smiled into.

“Y/N, it’s alright,” he muttered against my lips.

Staring up into those almond eyes I loved so much, I eventually nodded and patted his chest.

“Okay.”

Linking our fingers together, Noah led me to the other end of the room where Davis was working on filling up the boxes of merch.

“I want to show you the new look we have planned for our stage outfits,” Noah said.

My eyes widened, almost forgetting that the guys talked about changing a lot with this new era. He showed me the pants, tank top, button-up shirt, and jacket; all black. But what kept my attention was at the top of the table, Bad Omens symbols calling to me.

“Ski mask?” I questioned.

Noah smirked while putting it on, those eyes darkening when I sucked in a breath.

“What does the mask represent?” I now asked.

“My vision,” he said while adjusting it.

“Ah, yes the vision,” I emphasized while rolling my eyes playfully.

Noah pointed to his head. “It’s all in my brain.”

“You have a lot going on in there,” I chuckled but kept a careful eye on the mask, assessing it while feeling the burn ignite within.

“When you don’t occupy over 95% of it,” Noah shrugged but then narrowed his eyes. “Is the mask doing it for you, angel?”

Davis tossed down one of the shirts he was folding and began walking away, muttering something under his breath.

“Can’t they wait until I’m out of the room?”

I licked my lips, doing my best to appear not turned on by the image of Noah in the mask.

“Maybe. But I still think you’re missing one thing,” I said with a low voice.

Somehow I could tell he raised a brow. “Yeah?”

Slinking up closer to him, I raked my nails down the exposed skin of his neck while whispering over his lips.

“Those grillz I found hiding in your bathroom drawer,” I nibbled on his bottom lip before walking past him, purposely putting a little sway in my hips knowing he was watching.

For the next few hours, I watched them rehearse the new setlist they created for the tour. I stood next to Matt in his makeshift sound desk, every so often watching what he was doing, and when they started to rehearse The Death of Peace of Mind, I couldn’t help but smirk when I thought back to the memory of hearing the song for the first time.

Noah must have been as well because as he moved in place with the microphone held tight in his grasp, his eyes met mine before winking.

“I miss the way you say my name. The way you bend, the way you break. Your makeup running down your face. The way you fuck, the way you taste,” his angelic voice sang.

“Woo!” I yelled while holding up a finger.

Suddenly a warm hue crept over my face when I realized I had said that out loud and slunk farther down in the chair next to Matt.

“Woo?” He asked with a teasing grin.

“I don’t know,” I shrugged while playing with a piece of lint on my sweatpants. “It just works. Every time I listen to the song, I always add the woo.”

Noah, whose own smirk was wide and prideful, leaned against the mic stand; they had stopped playing with my embarrassing outburst.

“I like it, it’s cute,” he admitted.

“Maybe you should do it on tour,” Folio suggested to Noah with a wiggle of his brows.

Groaning, I gathered up my things before walking up to Noah and kissing him.

“I have to go. I have my appointment with Dr. Poulos. I’ll call you after.”

“Don’t forget about this weekend, angel,” Noah pointed a finger.

I nodded with a pout. “Right, our super secret date that I don’t get any hints for.”

When Noah bid me goodbye with a gentle pat on my ass, Jolly’s voice stopped me before I could leave.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Hm?” I adjusted the strap of my bag.

He scratched at the large bun of hair on top of his head. “Is your therapist seeing new patients?”

“Are you interested in therapy?” I asked with a raised brow.

“No,” Jolly shook his head with a sigh. “For Astrid. The last couple of weeks, she’s not been herself. I think with the upcoming anniversary of her father's death, she’s taking it hard but won’t talk to me about it.”

My heart sank for one of my best friends. We just hung out last night and I hadn’t noticed anything was wrong with her.

“Shit, I had no idea.”

Jolly set down his guitar. “She hides it very well. I only know bits and pieces about what happened to her father but I think she had someone else to talk about it with, it would help her.”

“Definitely,” I nodded. “I’ll grab a card from Dr. Poulos and put in a good word.”

Jolly placed a kiss on the side of my head. “Thank you.”

NOAH

The songs of birds danced around us as I held tightly on Y/N’s hands, the waves crashing at the pier below us and she clutched something tightly in her chest.

“You didn’t have to buy this for me, you know?”

Even though she tried to chastise me for spending my money on her, I knew from the smile on her face that she was happy to have a new wolf stuffed animal; one that mirrored the one I gave her back on our tour together.

The one Trey threw out of the window of their tour bus.

We spent our entire afternoon at the California Wolf Center, seeing different packs of wolves up close and learning about them. The smile that Y/N had on her face as she bent low in front of the fence to say hello to one of the wolves a few feet away from her made my heart flutter wildly in my chest.

If I didn’t already know that I loved her, I’d probably tell her for the first time at that moment.

After a long drive back into the city, we decided to walk onto the pier for some ice cream.

“I want to take care of you, angel,” I squeezed her hand as I led her towards a bench on the white sand.

We both sat and watched the waves for a few minutes while Y/N read her book. I had my arm wrapped around her, smelling the hint of vanilla in her hair and the floral scent of her perfume as it clung to her skin, and glanced over to the bench across from us. It was an older couple, the man reading a book to his wife, and I cocked my head to the left, something about them oddly familiar.

“Angel,” I rubbed her shoulder.

She hummed, not taking her eyes off the book she was reading. I glanced at the title when she pulled it out of her bag.

The Dare by Harley Laroux.

When I asked what it was about, Y/N’s face turned crimson before waving me off and muttered something about how I wouldn’t like it. But when I read a few sentences over her shoulder, I could see why she blushed.

Something about the girl being bent over the guy’s lap in a movie room and getting spanked repeatedly.

“Y/N,” I said her name this time, pulling her attention away from the book and up to me. “Haven’t we seen them before?”

She followed my gaze over to the older couple and pursed her lips, trying to think if we had.

“We have! In South Carolina. You joined me at that cafe when I went to order all of us coffee that day on tour. They were walking ahead of us.”

Suddenly the light clicked on and I nodded when that day crept into my mind. I’d been so nervous to be alone with Y/N at the time but being so close to her in line and having her scent engulf me for the first time told me that she would sink herself deep inside of me.

“What are the odds,” I muttered with a smile.

“He’s reading a book to her,” Y/N mused.

I dragged my fingers up and down her arm while gazing down at her. “Do you think he’s reading her a dirty book like the one you’re reading?”

She smacked my chest causing an uproar of laughter from me.

“Are you going to get me some ice cream or what?” She raised a brow with a playful smile.

I brushed a kiss along her forehead. “What kind?”

Y/N tapped her chin in mock thought. “I’ll take a fudgsicle, please.”

With a sweet kiss on her lips, I let her by herself with the wolf stuffed animal and book and walked over to the concession stand, noticing a long line already.

It was a cool autumn day and everyone wanted to spend the last few hours of daylight outside. I, however, needed to waste another hour until we were able to head back to my house. As the line moved up slowly, I glanced down at my phone to read the last text conversation in the group chat with my roommates.

Michael: Where are we supposed to stay tonight?

Jesse: I’m staying at Maxine’s and Jolly’s staying with Astrid.

Michael: Oh way to rub it in. I guess I’ll bunk with Malcolm and Chase.

Me: Salem misses you 😂

Michael: I swear, if that cat bites my feet again in the middle of the night, I’m going to drop him off with you guys.

Jolly: Everything is set up, Noah. We’ll be out of the house in an hour.

Jesse: I don’t want to know what you have planned tonight but all I ask is please don’t touch my strawberries. They’re from Matt’s garden.

I laughed while stuffing my phone back into the pocket of my gray sweatshirt and moved forward in line. My hood was up and pulled low over the brim of my hat, making it hard for anyone to recognize me. We’d been fortunate enough all day not to be bothered by fans but now seeing how busy the pier was, I wanted to be extra careful. Y/N and I had yet to make our relationship public and we were hoping to keep it as quiet as long as we could since we were becoming very private people.

As the line shifted again, I noticed the older gentleman was now standing in front of me. With a quick glance back over to the seating on the beach, I saw Y/N still reading her book then realized the older woman was by herself, only to realize that her husband was standing in front of me, muttering something about the prices under his breath.

“That will be $5.95,” the younger woman smiled.

“My lord, how times have changed. What do we expect in this economy?” He said.

I stifled a laugh behind my hand as I rubbed at my jaw. “You’re not kidding.”

The older man patted the pockets of his tan jacket and then his pants. “I seem to have forgotten my wallet. Here, let this young man go ahead, I think my wife has my wallet.”

While reaching into my back pocket, I pulled out my wallet and waved to the worker behind the booth.

“I’ll get it. Can you add a fudgesicle and vanilla cone, please?” I asked with a smile.

As the worker went to work about getting my ice cream, the older man turned to look up at me; literally.

“Oh, my. You’re a tall fella, you must have eaten your vegetables when you were a kid,” the man adjusted his glasses.

“I’m a fan of tomatoes,” I shrugged with a laugh.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he nodded towards the concessions where the worker handed him his two vanilla cones.

“It’s not a problem,” I smiled at the worker after dropping a twenty on the counter, telling her to keep the change.

“You’ve got a name, son?” The older man asked as we both began walking back towards the beach.

“Noah,” I answered after a lick of my ice cream.

The burst of vanilla bean pleasured my taste buds and exploded in my mouth. It reminded me of something I’d like to try later.

“Well, I’ll be,” he chuckled. “That’s my name although I had it a lot longer than you, but-.”

He waved me off but then pointed to the exposed tattoos on my fingers. “So what do you do, Noah? You have those tattoos all over and a cool haircut. Let me guess. The arts?”

I nodded with a grin. “Yes, sir. You hit the nail right on the head! How about you?”

“Ah, what can I say? I know a thing or two about predicting things. And I’ve worked quite a few different jobs in my lifetime. Restored an old house and made an art studio for my sweetheart, even got myself in the paper. But now, the two of us are here on vacation.”

We came to a stop right where the sand and concrete met and Noah smiled while pointing over to the bench I first noticed them.

“That’s my Allie over there. Do you have a sweetheart, young Noah?”

“I do,” I grinned. “She’s sitting right over there, the one with the book and wolf stuffed animal.”

Old Noah’s tired eyes drifted over to where Y/N was sitting, the wind blowing through her hair, and the sight of her looking so at peace made my heart swell.

“You know,” I shifted on my feet. “We’ve actually seen you and your wife before. It was a few years ago at a coffee shop in South Carolina. It’s a little place called Palmieri.”

Old Noah’s eyes widened. “Well, I’ll be. What a small world. There’s no way I’d remember a name like that.”

I licked at the chocolate ice cream that ran down my hand from Y/N’s fudgesicle and shrugged. “It’s a place that means a lot to me.”

“How funny is that?” Old Noah’s chuckle shook his whole small frame before giving me a wink. “If I learned anything over my lifetime, Noah. It’s that fate will always prevail.”

I couldn’t help but make a face at that, only because I was becoming such a private person so it shocked me that this older man could understand parts of my life without giving much away. All of the odds and chances were starting to feel very Twilight Zone. It made me feel vulnerable and shocked that things from the universe were real. Everyone had been saying it ever since I walked off the bus on the first day of the tour and shook her hand for the first time.

Y/N was my soulmate and I was hers.

Old Noah must have caught the look on my face and patted my shoulder. “Don’t go too far in your head, son. It could be hard to get out of.”

“Yeah,” I muttered under my breath.

“Well, all I’ll say is hold your sweetheart close, Noah. A woman like that is hard to come by. I promise, if the two of you treat each other right, you will live the best life together.”

I nodded with a smile. “Thank you, sir.”

Old Noah took a few slow steps before glancing back toward me. “Thank you for being so kind, Noah. You don’t see that much anymore. Have a great rest of your day.”

“You too.”

I made sure to watch as he made it back to his wife, slowly sitting down next to her and handing her the ice cream cone. There was something in the way she smiled at him; almost as if she was trying to remember something.

Then, I glanced over to Y/N, who still had her face buried in her book with a deep crimson hue covering her cheeks to the tips of her ears. Whatever she was reading in that book had her flustered in ways that made her pull at the collar of her shirt and shift in her spot on the bench. My eyes cast downward to her wrist, the metal chain catching the setting sun and I peeked down at my own. A sudden flash of a hospital bed appeared in my mind but was gone just as quickly.

Shaking it off, I reached Y/N and handed her the fudgesicle.

“Thank you, mochi,” she beamed at me after setting her book down.

We ate in silence for a few moments until I noticed a strand of hair falling into her face, nearly into the ice cream, so I brushed it away and tucked it behind her ear.

“Your hair. It was going to get sticky.”

She left a kiss on my cheek, the butterflies in my stomach having a whirlwind of a time.

“You’re always taking care of me, Noah. Are you going to get ice cream out of my hair even when we’re old and gray?” Y/N asked.

I pressed a cold kiss to her forehead. “That’s the plan.”

Old and gray.

“How do you think I’d look old and gray?” I wondered after finishing off my ice cream cone.

“Oh, handsome as ever and wearing a black cardigan. I bet you’ll still have the Levi cut,” she mockingly teased, resting her head on my shoulder.

The sounds of the waves crashing ashore and laughter from the families and variety of couples brought a weird sense of calm to my ever-racing mind and heart. I did my best to heed Old Noah’s advice to not get so far in my own mind and right now, with Y/N by my side, it made it easier. The last couple of years hadn’t been easy for either of us, especially the times we almost lost each other due to our own fucked up style of communicating. But because of therapy, we were learning and growing.

When I watched a couple, no younger than us, splash each other in the water, I was reminded of a time, long ago, when Y/N and I did the same.

"If you were a bird, what bird would you be?" She asked when she came to a stop in front of me.

"Well," I ran a hand over my chin to show I was thinking deeply about this question. "According to the fanbase, they see me as a duck so I guess that."

"I love that! Oh, you know what would be funny?" She grinned.

I shrugged. "No, but I have a feeling you'll tell me."

"When you scream to Dethrone, you should be funny by saying this is dethrone you quacks, instead of fucks. It'd be a way of showing the fans you read everything online," she deadpanned before falling into a fit of giggles and looking up to the darkening skies above her.

Seeing how much that small joke made her laugh made me make a mental note to say that next tour.

"What about you? What bird would you be?"

"A crow," she answered so fast, almost as if she thought about this question in depth before. "They’re mysterious, they’re misunderstood and always take care of the ones they love.”

I hummed with her answer. "I can see that. You'd make a lovely crow."

She bumped her shoulder with me as the waves crashed harder around us. "You'd make a pretty cool duck. And we'd be bird friends."

"Well," I glided my hands through the water. "If you're a bird, then I'm a bird."

“Angel,” I asked, pulling her attention away from her book.

“Hm?”

“If we were birds, would we be bird lovers? Because last time, we were bird friends,” I said.

The corners of Y/N's lips curled up in a smile as if the memory was replaying in her mind like a movie.

“We’d be the best bird lovers,” she breathed with a kiss on my lips.

Wrapping my arm around her, we let the silence fall between us again, truly enjoying this moment together. Ever since we both released new albums, our work schedule had been packed with constant media or preparing for the upcoming tour. This was a rare weekend where we all had off so neither of us was in a rush to leave.

Well, until I got a text from Jolly letting me know that the house was empty.

“I think there’s a fireworks show tonight at the pier,” Y/N said while looking at her phone.

Fireworks at the pier.

“Noah! Stop!” Y/N giggled while wrapping her arms around my neck.

“What?” I stopped spinning. “Let you go?”

She shrieked as I nearly dropped her. “No, you idiot! Don’t let me go!”

As if I had just been slapped in the face, I sat up straighter when everything clicked into the constantly moving puzzle pieces inside my mind.

“It’ll all connect, everything!” I muttered while chewing on my bottom lip.

“Conjuring magic there?”

Y/N’s giggles snapped my head towards hers as I did myself to calm my thoughts so she could understand.

“Remember at breakfast when Jolly and I were telling you our future plans for Bad Omens?”

She nodded, a pretty confused look on her face. “Yes?”

“The comics, the music videos, all of it. It’ll connect,” I rambled on my idea when she still looked at me confused.

“So, the covers would be what ifs?” Y/N asked after a moment.

I snapped my finger with an eager nod. “Yes, exactly!”

There was still hesitation on her face as she turned to face me head-on, fingers meddling with the chain around her wrist.

“Just Pretend? Don’t you think it kind of gives away the elusiveness of everything? Of us?” Y/N wondered.

“Not at all, angel. Let me explain,” I linked our fingers together and then went about spending the next couple of minutes explaining my grand idea.

READER

Oh. My. Gods.

I came to a halt in the middle of Noah’s living room, all of my breath stolen by the bright and colorful sight in front of me. On every living room and kitchen surface were bouquets; of different sizes, colors, and kinds. On the mantle of the fireplace was a large purple bouquet of Violets. On the end table next to the couch was one of blue orchids. Spread out along the kitchen island were three large vases of pale pink peonies. Besides the flowers, candles were lit and spread out throughout the open space.

Words felt foreign on my lips as I looked at all the other array of flowers, feeling the tears well up in the corners of my eyes and my throat burned when I tried not to let out a sob.

“Noah,” I choked while turning to look at him. “What is all of this?”

He was leaning against the front door with an apprehensive look on his face. Immediately, I could tell he was nervous with how tense his shoulders were.

“We never spent Valentine’s Day together,” Noah stood up straighter and cleared his throat when it cracked.

“But it’s March,” you giggled.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I know. But I wanted to give this to you. I’m trying to make up for our lost time together.”

I walked over to the bouquets of Violets on the mantel and breathed in the sweet scent. “Do each of these have a significance?”

This seemed to break Noah out of his nervous stupor because he took off his hood, shaking his hair before coming over to me.

“I’m glad you asked, angel,” he smiled. “The orchids and peonies represent love and admiration in Asia. The violets, also known as the Sumire, represent life and sincerity. Its small size and delicate nature represent deep affection for someone. These flowers are very important in Japan.”

You hummed while plucking one out of the face and twirling it between your fingers.

“Can you guess which ones are my favorite?”

When Noah shook his head, I plucked another one from the vase this time tucking it behind his ear.

“The violets because my affection for you runs deep. But I think you already knew that,” you pecked his lips.

Noah gave me a bashful smile while casting his eyes down at our feet, a crimson hue coloring his face. So I cupped his cheek, forcing him to look at me, and I could feel the nervousness almost burn my palm.

“Mochi,” you breathed. “You’re more nervous now than when you showed me my art studio.”

He rubbed at his cheek before motioning to the flowers around us. “I’ve never done this before. Dates and being romantic. I guess I want everything to be perfect. You deserve it.”

I brought the flower that was held between my fingers up to his nose, brushing it over the freckles there which in turn, made Noah scrunch up his nose with a quiet chuckle.

The sight of him like this, bashful and giggling, made me weak in the knees so I kept myself up by grasping at the pocket of his sweatshirt.

“Noah, it’s just me. You don’t have to do all of this or be nervous. You know I’d be perfectly fine with a simple rose stem.”

“It’s not just you, angel. It’s all of you, everything I do now is for you. I want to make you happy,” he said while locking his hands behind my neck.

“You do make me happy, mochi,” you professed while playing with the flower behind his ear.

“I know,” he nodded assuringly. “But I-I didn’t have a chance to express how much I love you and want to take care of you. You mean so much to me and whatever I can do to prove that to you, I will.”

His smile was slanted slightly and his cheeks were still flushed as he twirled a piece of hair around his lock fingers before locking them behind my neck again; keeping me in place.

Not that I minded. I had no reason to leave.

“I know. I love you for it,” I kissed those lips that always tasted light and sweet, like honey. All I could taste now was how unbitter it all was.

There was no goodbye.

All him, all sweet.

“You’re adorable like this, mochi. Bashful every time we kiss.”

He playfully rolled his eyes before capturing my lips again. “Laugh it up you little brat. I need your lips like I need oxygen.”

Little brat.

Those two words made an inferno burn deep within my core and I let out a soft moan. Titling up my chin with slight defiance at him, I gave him a teasing wink.

“Why don’t I show you how much of a little brat I can be?”

My breath fanned over his lips, a tease to his words, then when something dark flashed across his eyes I knew that I had less than three seconds to create some distance between us. My laughter echoed through the space of Noah’s house as his loud footsteps chased after me. I ran from his living room, through the kitchen, and into his bedroom with his tall presence hot on my ass.

I wanted him on me in more ways than one.

Once inside his bedroom, I stayed on one side of the bed while Noah stood on the other, both of our chests rising and falling trying to catch our breath. His hair had become disheveled in our chase and it was falling into his face, him not making a move to brush it back. Those dark eyes stared me down through the even darker tendrils and my stomach flipped when Noah cocked his head to the side.

“I’m waiting,” he held out his hands to the side.

I raised a brow. “For what?”

“For you to show me how bratty you can be,” the speed at which his tongue snapped out to wet his lips was astonishing.

A devious smirk pulled at the corner of my mouth before I made quick work of stripping out of my clothes, letting them pool at my feet. I stood in front of Noah in nothing but a pair of crimson panties.

“Angel,” Noah’s voice rumbled deep in his chest.

“What?” I shrugged, innocently.

These were his favorite pair of panties. He always raved at how they stood out against my skin tone.

“I can smell you from here,” his nostrils flared.

“You cannot,” I scoffed while placing my hands on my hips, purposely cocking my left hip out.

Noah didn’t say anything, instead, he hooked a finger and beckoned me over to him. I shook my head with a wicked gleam in my eyes.

“I’m actually kind of tired,” I stretched my arms wide, faking a yawn. “I’m going to take a shower.”

As I stepped around the bed, Noah’s quick reflexes met me halfway causing me to scream and I jumped up on the bed to get away from him. I made it two steps on top of his bed until his strong arms wrapped around me from behind, tackling me to the bed.

“Angel,” Noah grunted while thrusting his hips into mine. “You’re such a tease.”

I bit back a moan. “I’m not doing anything.”

“Really?” His long finger grazed over the lacey material of my panties, teasing my clit.

This time I was unable to hold back the moan especially when his finger slipped underneath my panties to now gather my arousal to my clit. Noah’s teeth grazed over my collarbone, tasting me and humming in approval.

Until some noise from his computer went off and made him groan before climbing off the bed.

“What is that?” I asked while resting up on my elbows.

Noah clicked on his mouse a few times. “Orie wants me to get in a game with him.”

Suddenly, a thought came to mind and I tip-toed over to Noah, wrapping my arms around his chest from behind.

“Play a game with him,” I breathed against the shell of his ear.

He turned his head to glance at me over his shoulder, holding my hands against his chest. “Y/N, I can tell him no. It’s fine.”

I shook my head with a wink. “Play a game with him, Noah. Make sure the camera is off and strip down.”

His cheeks turned a deep shade of red, almost mirroring the color of my panties before I urged him to follow my orders with a swift pat on his ass. While he accepted the game invite from Orie, Noah stripped out of his clothes and sat in his computer chair.

“Don’t forget the headset and these,” I said while rummaging around the box underneath his bed before tossing one of the objects over at him.

I had a box of almost the same things underneath my own bed back at home.

Noah caught what I threw him mid-air, the golden lenses catching the light from the LED lights in the room.

“I haven’t worn glasses in months, Y/N. Why would I need them now?” He questioned with a slight slant on his lips while twirling the gold round glasses between his fingers.

Rolling my eyes, I stuffed the box back underneath his bed.

“Wait,” he pointed a finger. “How long has that been under there? And why were my old glasses in there?”

“Noah, please,” I semi-wined while running a hand through my hair. “Can you just-?”

With a wave of a hand to the glasses, he eventually understood why I wanted him to put them on.

“A little role play?” He teased while putting them on.

I sucked in a breath at the vision of him in front of me. I’d seen streams and pictures of him wearing these glasses with his long hair and I thought he was breathtaking in them.

Now with his short Levi haircut and all of his tattoos on full display for me, Noah somehow managed to be even more gorgeous.

With the headset on, he fell onto the computer chair and spoke into the microphone. “Hey, Orie. Yeah, I got a little bit to play a round.”

Once I slipped out of my panties and tossed them on Noah’s pillow, I held the black rose sex toy in one hand and when I reached the corner of the bedroom where Noah had his computer set up, I froze in place. His cock was thick, almost standing straight up with how he was sitting and I bit my lip when I watched precum ooze out of the slit.

I noticed he was already in some game with Orie, his fingers working fast on the keys and mouse, so I pressed a finger to my lips.

“Be quiet now, Noah. We don’t need to let Orie know what we’re doing,” I whispered while straddling him on his chair so he was able to see the computer monitor.

“Y/N,” Noah warned.

Ignoring him, I ripped open the condom and slowly rolled it over his cock which made him let out a low noise from his chest.

“Shh,” I hushed while clamping a hand over his mouth. “Not so loud.”

My stomach burned with arousal, igniting a part of me I never knew existed. My sex life had improved with Noah and I was able to find out new kinks. What we were about to do, sex with someone possibly hearing was new. I knew that Noah wouldn’t let Orie hear anything but even the thought of him hearing something turned me on.

“Is that Y/N?” Orie’s voice sounded from Noah’s headset.

I winked as Noah’s eyes darted from the computer monitor to me. “She’s yelling at Salem. We have him here tonight and I guess he’s being too loud or something.”

“Wow,” I mouthed, proud of how well he came up with that lie.

With his hands preoccupied, I adjusted myself over his cock and locked eyes with him as I sunk deep on to him. My groan caught in my throat at the fullness of Noah’s cock in my pussy. It felt fresh and new every time.

I cringed a little from the pain due to my endometriosis but as soon as I started moving up and down, the pain began to subside. Noah’s bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he tried his best to keep his attention on his computer while I rode him, slow at first.

“Angel,” he let out quietly through gritted teeth.

Ignoring him, I flipped on the black rose, the vibrations sounding loud in the quiet room and when I touched my clit with it I wasn’t able to keep that moan quiet.

“Fuck,” I dragged out while leaning my head back.

“What’s that?” Orie’s voice asked through Noah’s headset again.

“It's so good,” my body writhed against Noah’s.

He quickly said goodbye to Orie before exiting the game and ripping off the headset. My squeals bounced off the walls when one of Noah’s hands snaked around my throat, using his thumb to hold my chin straight.

“Such a fucking brat,” he hissed when I rolled my hips over his cock. “What if he heard you? No one is allowed to hear those pretty little moans. Just me.”

I whined when he pulled the rose away from my clit, immediately missing the friction.

“I didn’t-,” I was unable to finish my words because Noah wrapped his other arm around my back to pull me closer to his chest, the head of his cock hitting that spot.

He bit down on my breast, right above my nipple, and I cried out in pleasure.

“I should punish you,” he rasped, voice gone with lust, and began pulling his cock out.

“No, no. I’m sorry,” I shook my head and desperately tried to stop him.

Noah raised a brow while tightening his grip around my throat and pushed his cock in deeper. “You’re sorry?”

I did my best to nod in his grasp. “Y-yes. Please, I need you to move again.”

He hummed and buried his face in the crook of my neck, breathing me in. His pace didn’t increase, instead, it was even slower than before. It was as if he wasn’t even moving and I let out a groan of frustration.

“Do you know how long I wanted to fuck you in this chair, Y/N?”

Noah flicked his tongue over my nipple. “I’ve sat in this chair and thought of you so many times. My hand wrapped around my cock and pictures of you up on my screen.”

My stomach flipped at his words, the image he painted beautifully on the canvas of my mind.

“Were you wearing these glasses?” I motioned to them with a raise of my brows.

“This doing it for you, angel? My glasses?” He chuckled before moving over to the other nipple, mimicking the same actions as before with his tongue.

Every one of my senses was burned alive. It was like this every time Noah and I were connected; our souls becoming one.

My nails scraped along his scalp as I pulled on his hair, yanking his head back so he could gaze up at me, our pace always in sync.

“You could wear a mask and it would still do it for me,” I moaned while rolling my hips against him.

“I can make that happen,” he promised before crashing his lips to mine in a hungry kiss.

It was one of pure adrenaline, his tongue fighting mine for dominance and his teeth sunk deep into my bottom lip. I shook in his embrace when I felt the vibrations of the black rose against my clit again.

“No-Noah,” I cried in ecstasy when the familiar heat spread to my core.

“Good girl,” he praised in between devouring my mouth. “Say my name again.”

“Noah,” I sang when my orgasm was on the crest, begging me to let go.

His cock was fucking into me with absolutley no remorse. The chair beneath us was creaking and I was sure we’d break it at any given moment. My breasts were pressed tightly against his chest and the sharp metal of his chain digging into my skin added more blissful pain. My body was pulled tight with tension, knowing any moment I would snap.

“You know what to do, angel,” Noah spoke huskily as his cock twitched inside of me when he smacked my ass. “Don’t make me fucking ask.”

Locking eyes with him, I cried out my orgasm as my body writhed in his tight grasp, and Noah created some space between us to glance down where our bodies connected. It was wet, more than usual, and his eyes snapped away from the soaked condom and lap.

“Angel,” his voice was deep, dropping an octave. “Did you just squirt?”

I couldn’t speak; my orgasm took every single ounce of energy out of me. Instead, I nodded while resting my forehead against his chest and smacked away the vibrator that was still held against my clit. The aftershocks were too much and I was afraid of crumbling in his embrace.

“So,” Noah grunted with a thrust.

“Fucking.”

Thrust.

“Hot.” He growled out his release, spilling into the condom, and held me tighter against him.

Gentle fingers grazed up and down my spine, as we both came down from our highs and I hummed in delight when Noah’s lips pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“I don’t think I could ever sit in this chair again without thinking of you,” he mused with a light chuckle.

Sitting up straighter, I tapped his cheek. He was still wearing those glasses and it made my pussy clench over his slightly limp cock.

“I wonder what else we can fuck on in your house to make you think of me,” I joked before climbing off of him.

Noah’s fingers gripped tighter into the flesh of my hips to keep me in place and he winked. “Let’s find out.”

The next morning, I woke to gentle kisses down my spine and I smiled in my sleep haze.

“Mm, good morning,” I grumbled into the pillow as I tucked it deep under my chin.

“How’d you sleep?”

Noah’s gruff and sleep-filled voice made my stomach twinge but then I internally groaned when the pain from last night started to creep back into my bones.

“I’m still sore after last night,” I sighed while turning over in bed to face him. He was freshly showered, with water droplets clinging to his hair, and wore clean clothes.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” He asked while brushing away the mess of hair from my face.

I shook my head with a lazy smile. “Not at all. I wanted all of that.”

To reassure Noah, I kissed his lips tenderly; my essence still lingered.

“Hungry?” He asked after pulling away.

“Starved! Someone kept me up all night,” I exaggerated while sitting up in bed, clutching the sheet to my naked body. “I’m going to shower quickly.”

Ten minutes later, I stepped into the kitchen just in time to see Noah. I could see the blood rushing to his soft and full cheeks, as he continued talking with the guys who had gotten home. The mortification of knowledge was evident.

Jolly, Michael, and Jesse.

“What’s going on?” I asked while stuffing my hands in my hoodie pocket.

Taking a closer look at Jolly, a bright red material that was hanging loosely on his shoulder caught my attention and I stifled my gasp behind my hand.

“Why was your swimsuit top hanging from the ceiling fan?” He questioned.

My eyes darted to Noah. “I thought you said you cleaned up!”

“I might have missed a few things,” he held up his hands in defense.

I ran inside, giggles bouncing off the walls, as Noah chased me and nearly slipped on the kitchen floor due to his wet feet.

“We can’t fuck in the Jacuzzi, Noah! The guys use it too,” I stood on the other side of the large kitchen island with my hands on my hips.

Noah wore a wicked smirk. “They won’t know, angel.”

I untied my swimsuit top and threw it up in the air, catching it on the ceiling fan in the kitchen.

“If you catch me, you can fuck me where ever you want.”

Michael came down the stairs with a troubled look in his eyes. “Why is there a folder on the computer in the studio labeled Y/N private?”

“Oi vey,” I pinched my eyes shut while Noah rubbed my back.

“You didn’t open it did you?” He asked.

“No,” Michael shook his head but then his shoulders dropped. “Do I even want to know?”

“Louder! Say it louder, angel!”

Noah grunted as he thrusted his cock into my pussy with such force, I screamed into the microphone.

“Noah! Don’t stop. Please!”

“Who do you belong to?” He demanded to know, sinking his teeth deep into my shoulder.

“YOU!” I cried out with my orgasm.

Jolly sighed while falling onto the couch and rubbed a hand over his tired eyes.

“Everything alright?” I questioned while sitting next to him.

He gave a half shrug. “Last night was rough for Astrid. She kept waking up with nightmares.”

My heart dropped, knowing that her father's death was bothering her more than she would admit to anyone; even Jolly.

“Has she talked with Dr. Poulos?”

“No,” he ran his hands over his long thighs. “She told me she’ll reach out when she’s ready.”

I patted his shoulder. “I’ll stop by Fika today and chat with her. I’m sure she’d like that.”

Jolly smiled. “Thanks, Y/N.”

The sound of rummaging around the fridge and a loud gasp made me turn my attention towards Jesse, who was holding up an empty crate.

“My strawberries!” He exasperated while running a hand through his curls. “These were from Matt’s garden. Did you guys have to eat all of them?”

Noah and I shared a look. “Sorry, man. They were delicious.”

“Noah,” I breathed while pulling on my bindings.

The cool granite beneath my warm skin brought shills to my body. I was laid spread out wide for him on the kitchen counter, blindfolded, and hands tied up above my head.

I couldn’t see him but felt when he bit into the fruit, its juices spilling over my clit, then his warm tongue was there to clean it up.

“Fucking divine,” Noah groaned.

Jesse tossed the empty container in the trash before grumbling something under his breath while sitting on the couch opposite Jolly and I. Noah was finishing breakfast. When Jolly shifted in his spot next to me, my heart leaped in my throat when I saw what he had in his hand.

“The mask, huh?” He smirked. “Didn’t think you’d be into the yellow one.”

“NOAH SEBASTIAN!” I bellowed. “Did you just stuff the mask in the cushion hoping no one would find it?”

He didn’t respond, simply humming along to the tune in his head.

Michael began cleaning up the scattered mess on the coffee table when something fell out of the small black bag in his hand.

A set of shiny grillz.

“So good,” I murmured while running my hands through Noah’s hair as I lay on the coffee table.

His dark almond eyes looked up at me as he continued the onslaught on my pussy with his tongue. The richness of his eyes stood out against the stark contrast of the yellow mask he wore. When he grazed his teeth over my clit, I hissed in slight pain.

“Shit, mochi!”

“Sorry, angel,” he whipped at his mouth, the shiny grillz on his teeth catching the light overhead.

The slight pain turned to arousal at the sight of him and I pushed his head back towards my clit. “Don’t fucking stop.”

“Are those,” Jolly leaned closer to Michael. “Are those your show grillz?”

“Fuck, they still look wet!” Michael dropped them to the table.

I groaned while sinking further into the couch, hiding my face behind my hands.

“Alright,” Noah sighed while setting down the spatula and I noticed his ears were beet red. “You guys are embarrassing Y/N! So I missed a few things, sue me.”

“I’d like to,” Jesse grumbled while crossing his arms. “Ate all my strawberries.”

“It’s alright,” I reassured them with a smile. “I’m sorry about the mess.”

Micahel stomped up the stairs. “I need to take a shower to scrub out the images of you and Y/N fucking all over the house.”

Standing up from the couch, I walked over to Noah and laid a soft kiss on his warm cheeks. “I think after breakfast we should head to the farmers market. Buy Jesse some replacement strawberries.”

“Might as well invite Matt,” Noah suggested.

I shook my phone in my hand. “Already on it.”

As I helped Noah set up the table with the breakfast spread he cooked, neither of us heard the conversation between Jolly and Jesse; who were watching us with a smile.

“You do know that when she moves in, it’s going to be like this all the time right?” Jesse chuckled.

“Yeah, but look how happy Noah is. He deserves this,” Jolly said.

NOAH

I bounced on the soles of my feet with excitement as I waited in the lobby, hoping to find that familiar face in the crowd of people. Y/N was joining me on the road for the last week of the tour and after being away from her for two weeks, my soul was yearning to feel complete again. This was the longest we’d gone without seeing each other and all of our Facetime calls paled in comparison to actually seeing her beautiful face.

Throughout the crowd, a spot of aquamarine hair rushed past, only to stop when she recognized it was me.

“Hey, Bryan said you were handing out the key cards?” The woman adjusted the camera bag over her shoulder while gripping her suitcase with her free hand.

Our photographer fill-in for Lana.

She tried to give me a small smile but knowing what she’d gone through the last two weeks, outside of work, I couldn’t help but feel a small pang of guilt for what I was about to do. It’d been a plan of mine and the guy's since the other day, hoping it would fix the issue that had been plaguing her.

“Yeah,” I pulled out a familiar keycard, one I had just handed to Matt moments ago, and gave it to her. “We’re thinking of dinner and karaoke tonight if you’re interested.”

She tucked a strand of blue hair behind her ear. “Y/N’s coming, right?”

I couldn’t stop the goofy smile that spread to my lips. “Yeah, she should be here any minute.”

“Cool, count me in. No offense but I’m sick of all the testosterone,” she giggled before giving me a wave and heading over to the elevators.

“If this plan doesn’t work, I’m going to lock them up in a closet to resolve whatever they have going on,” I muttered under my breath.

“Talking to yourself, mochi?”

Swirling on my heels, I gazed down at Y/N who was smiling and wearing the communal gray Chief sweater.

“Hi, angel,” I quickly wrapped my arms around her and breathed in her familiar scent.

Y/N buried her face in my chest and her hands dug at the back of my shirt. “I’ve missed you.”

Tilting her chin up, I left a deep kiss on her lips, not caring if anyone around us saw.

“I missed you too,” I brushed my nose along hers, and with my arm wrapped around her, I began leading her toward the elevators.

“You dyed your hair?” I asked as we stopped in front of the closed doors.

She wrapped her arms around my midsection and squeezed. “My roots were coming in and I needed it to look fresh for the photos. But speaking of hair colors. The girl you were talking to, was that-?”

I nodded with a sigh. “Yep. They’re still not talking though.”

As we stepped onto the elevator and the doors closed behind us, I held onto Y/N’s suitcase as she looked up at me, still wrapped in my free arm.

“Did you do what I suggested?” Y/N asked.

“Yep, they’re sharing a room right now. So if we hear yelling they’re most likely working things out,” I said while stepping off the elevator and heading towards the hotel room.

“YOU’RE INSUFFERABLE!”

“REALLY? LAST TIME I CHECKED, YOU LOVED IT WHEN MY LIPS WERE ON YOURS!”

Y/N came to a stop in front of our door and pointed to the room next to ours. “I’m guessing that’s Matt’s room?”

“Yep,” I popped the ‘P’ as the door clicked open.

Once we were inside, I let Y/N get settled with unpacking her things as I lounged on the bed to watch with a loving gaze. Sometimes I couldn’t believe that after everything we’d gone through to get to this point, Y/N still wanted me.

I fucked up; a lot.

I made mistakes but those mistakes didn’t make me.

I fought with myself, with her, with others, to finally get here. To finally have Y/N as mine and secretly in that moment, I vowed to continue to prove to her how much I loved her and how much she meant to me.

A buzzing on the bed pulled my gaze away from Y/N’s beauty and saw her phone lit up with a message.

“Can you check it for me?” She asked before stepping into the bathroom.

Mom: Y/N, I’ve been trying to get in touch with you for the last week. Call me. I have something important to talk to you about. You can’t be busy with this job of yours so call me back.

“It’s your mom,” I informed with furrowed brows. “She’s been trying to get in touch with you?”

Y/N sighed while plopping down on the bed next to me. “Yeah. It’s probably she got a new job or met some new guy that she's going to get bored with after a week. It’s nothing important.”

I’d known Y/N for years now and I also knew when she was keeping something from me.

I brushed away the hair that fell loose from her bun. “Is there something else going on? You know you can talk to me, angel.”

Her eyes shone as she gazed up at me, laying a soft kiss on my palm. “I know, mochi. I know. I just don’t feel like getting lectured right now. I’m finally here with you, I don’t want her to ruin it.”

“Alright,” I eventually nodded, and for the time being ignored the way her face fell when she deleted the text message from her mom.

Y/N motioned to the wall opposite of us, where Matt’s room was.

“Do you think they’ll hook up?”

I snorted a laugh. “What’s with you setting up our friends?”

She shrugged. “I just want him to be happy. I want our friends to have what we have.”

“So you’re saying you’re happy?” I rested my forehead against hers, breathing in the familiar scent of her peach body wash.

“I am very happy,” she breathed before kissing my lips. “What about you?”

“Very,” a kiss to her lips.

“Very.”

Another kiss.

“Happy.”

Another kiss.

When her giggles filled the room, my heart stuttered in my chest. “I love you, Y/N.”

She twirled a strand of my hair around her finger. “I love you too, Noah.”

I laid there with her in my arms for a long time, the never-ending silence becoming a bit of comfort to us. We could lay next to each other for hours, not saying a word to each other, but we both knew how much we loved each other.

“Oh before I forget,” Y/N removed herself from my tight grasp, and her voice carried from the bathroom. “I brought some facemasks. I thought we could stay in and relax. I know you have a long day of rehearsals and the show tomorrow.”

Facemasks.

Hotel room.

Suddenly there was a vice grip around my throat, caging in the oxygen I was desperate to take back. Its large claws dug into my jugular, making the room tilt on its axis. I couldn’t center on my breathing, I couldn’t focus on anything in front of me.

“I didn’t bring any nail polish this time,” Y/N’s giggle barely broke through the haze. “And I can’t braid your hair.”

Nearly stumbling over the suitcases on the ground, I rushed past Y/N just as she stepped out of the bathroom and let the door to the hotel room slam behind me. The air in the hallway of the hotel was thicker, nearly making it impossible to catch my breath. The tight grip around my lungs and heart would not let up.

"I know what I feel. It’s not you, it’s me, Noah."

I shook my head furiously when the past began to creep in.

"No. Fuck, angel! Stop! The future hasn't even happened yet. Please, don't-what do you need to happen?"

Y/N’s bottom lip trembled as a broken sob clawed its way through her throat. "I-I think we need to remain friends right now. I can't-I can't get lost in you, Noah. It's so fucking easy to. I think we need space."

How she looked that night, moments before leaving me, continued to haunt me.

"I-I don't fucking want that, Y/N. I just want you!” My voice bellowed.

"Noah, please understand where I'm coming from," she begged.

"Angel-I. Please, just-," I eventually sighed in defeat.

Her broken eyes shined with her tears. "I'm going to head out."

I dug my palms into my eyes as I stood in the middle of the hallway, trying to stop letting my mind fall back into the past. All it took was two fucking words and I was back to that shell of a man I used to be.

Face masks.

I immediately flooded to where I was before all this. I felt like a scolded child with aging wounds.

Embarrassing.

Why did I just do that? Why did I leave the room for air? When the air I needed was back in the room? The emotional hurricane was in full force today. On the surface, it’s joking and light, but then it wants to pull me into the vortex. With each jibe, I feel the winds clipping wings of my own. I can’t allow it.

I refused.

I won’t circle the fucking drain. I began to feel my body relax and my voice flowed out calmly, instead of me being pulled in.

I decided I needed to inhale the air I could never survive without.

“Keaton,” I cried softly while rubbing at the ache in my chest. “I need you, man. Please tell me everything will be alright.”

With the feeling of someone holding me upright, a soft breeze blew through my hair in the middle of the hotel hallway. A door down the hall opened, catching my attention immediately was a man wearing an all too familiar band t-shirt.

Too Close To Touch.

Along with the soft touch encasing me, I let out a quiet hum as a haunting flow of lyrics poured out of me.

“If you still want to sing, fill in the blanks we need. You can do it through me while you're gone.”

Then as quickly as those arms wrapped around me, they were gone and I felt alone in the hallway. But not before a soft voice whispered in my ear.

It’s okay.

Knocking on the hotel room door, realizing I didn’t have my key, I saw Y/N’s dark eyes staring daggers into me. All that inner rage inside those beautiful eyes made the guilt for walking away from her eat away at me even further; I deserved it.

When the frustration builds and I think I might explode, I have to remember to take a deep breath. So many times I’ve wanted to say things, or say anything. It was a long process with learning how to deal with it.

Her nostrils flared as I gently walked past her into the hotel room. Y/N needed to hear my explanation. I was ready to move forward. Reaching for a life I so badly yearned for with her. Here she was, in front of me. She was mine and she loved me.

Say something, you idiot!

“Angel-.” I began.

“What the fuck was that?” She whipped her head back at the door.

Oh shit, she’s mad.

The voice in my head didn’t sound like mine. Instead, it sounded like an old friend.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have walked out on you like that. It’s just when you mentioned face masks and braids, my mind went back to a place, a darker place,” my hands shook as I stuffed them in my sweater pocket.

The anger in Y/N’s eyes vanished when it clicked for her what moment I was talking about.

“Mochi,” her voice wavered. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to go back to that night. I know how hard it was for you, for both of us. I just thought we could recreate that night, the positives, and make up for the negatives.”

I linked our hands together to pull her into my chest, laying a chaste kiss on her lips.

“I’m ready to create many positive memories with you, angel.”

“Good,” she gave a small nod. “But next time something like this bothers you, please talk to me. Because you can't just run from sadness when it gets too hard to stay.”

“Really?” I snorted. “You’re using my lyrics on me?”

“Did it work?”

I wanted to kiss that hopeful smile off her face.

Instead, I winked and then pressed my hips into her, my cock brushing along her pussy. “You tell me.”

“You know,” her fingers danced through my hair. “I do miss a few things about that night.”

I cocked a brow. “Yeah?”

Y/N stood on her tiptoes to brush her lips across mine. “I missed how I rode your cock while pulling on your braids.”

I shook my hair in her face. “You can still pull, angel.”

With one quick scoop, I had her in the air for a few moments before her body fluttered to the bed like the angel she was; her giggles bouncing off the walls. I was on her in a flash, attacking her lips with mine. Ravishing them like a man starved, wanting to lick up every last drop of the meal put out in front of him. Her tongue always molded perfectly with mine and Y/N hummed in delight when she tasted me.

“Shit, mochi,” she moaned while arching her neck back as I attacked the sweet spot between her shoulder and neck.

My cock twitched underneath my sweats and I rutted into her thigh. “Angel, I missed you.”

She reciprocated the feelings by kissing me again and slipping her hands underneath my sweater to drag her nails down the tattoos on my stomach. I shivered under the touch, loving the feeling of the burn her nails left behind, and I stripped her of her clothes, me following suit—all the while our lips never left each other.

Her skin on mine felt like the wings of an angel; soft and almost incandescent.

Her lips were like honey, sweet and sticky with gloss.

The arousal that I gathered with my fingers and sucked clean had a lingering tangy taste, something I found myself wanting more of.

A scent and taste that was distinctively Y/N.

“I love you,” I vowed in between kisses while I pumped my fingers in and out of her, using my other hand to lock her hands above her head.

“I love you,” she keened when my knuckle brushed over that spot.

The last time we shared a hotel bed, it ended with two broken souls, desperate to be molded back together. They spent months yearning to find each other again and now that they were connected again, we both refused to let something so minuscule as face masks ruin it.

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“Noah, stop!” I giggled when his lips brushed along the shell of my ear.

“Please, angel,” his gruff voice begged as his arms wrapped around me from behind.

I turned in his embrace, linking my fingers behind his neck, and marveled at those almond eyes I adored so much.

“No, Folio and Michelle are going to be here any minute,” I reminded him.

Noah adjusted the glasses on his nose with a pout. He woke up this morning with irritated eyes and not wanting to make it worse with contacts, he opted to wear his glasses.

Not that I minded, it reminded me of the time in his computer chair.

The tour ended a few days ago and now that all of us were back home, we decided to meet up at the local aquarium so Folio could finally introduce us to his girlfriend. But Noah, however, had other plans; ones that involved us sneaking into the backseat of his SUV so he could fuck my throat.

Tempting.

“He’s been talking about introducing us to Michelle for two months now, are we sure today is the day?” Noah asked.

I shrugged while pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I think so. Look how nervous he looks!”

Both of us gazed over to the other end of the lobby of the aquarium where Folio stood alone, hands shaking at his sides. We could practically see his heart jumping out of his chest due to his nerves.

“He’s never been this nervous before,” Noah murmured.

“Can you blame him? Look what she’s about to walk into,” I waved a hand at our large group.

Chase and Malcolm were looking at the large tank in the lobby that housed a variety of fish. Chase had his hand on Malcolm's lower back as he whispered something in his ear.

Jolly and Astrid stood a few feet away from us, a small smile pulling at her lips when he braided her long white hair for her.

Jesse and Maxxine stood with Davis, Michael, and Matt, conversing about something we couldn’t hear. But I watched with careful eyes as Matt’s gaze kept darting back to one certain area in the lobby; where a blue-haired girl was currently talking with Bryan.

Most likely about cameras.

When Matt’s eyes locked with mine, I motioned with a finger over to the girl but he rolled his eyes playfully before going back to talking with Michael.

Nicholas had sauntered up to Folio, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

There were a lot of us in our group but we were family. All of us.

“Folio! How did you and Michelle meet?” Davis questioned when all of us met in the middle of the lobby.

“At the Harley shop,” he chuckled, his earring shaking with the rumble of his body. “She wore her Motley Crue shirt and these cheetah flare suede pants. Her lips were red as fuck, I’ll remember those lips anywhere.”

All of us could hear the dreamy tone in his voice when he spoke about her and how the first thing that caught his attention was how she stood up to the man behind the counter who almost refused her service because he thought she didn’t know anything about bikes.

“I thought she was going to kick this guy's ass until I stepped in. We hit it off right away and she asked if I wanted to visit this Mexican ice cream shop around the block,” Folio smiled.

Just then someone walked up behind him, wrapping his arms around him, and I could see all the nerves slip out of his fingers.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips with a kiss.

Michelle smiled, showcasing off those red lips. “Hi, cinnamon.”

“Cinnamon? Really?” Matt teased when Folio’s cheeks turned a deep crimson.

“Everyone, this is Michelle. My girlfriend,” he said with a proud smile.

While all the introductions happened, I gave her a big welcoming hug, I left Noah with a quick kiss on his lips.

“Where are you going?” He pouted while reaching for my hips again.

I giggled and playfully smacked his hands away. “I’m going to talk to Matt quickly.”

Immediately Noah understood and dismissed me with a gentle pat on my ass. I found Matt standing a few feet away from the group of girls, his own dreamy smile on his face as he watched her carefully.

“Hey,” I tipped the rim of his hat. “It’s rude to stare.”

“Like you’re the one to talk,” he playfully shoved me. “With all the staring you and Noah did before you got together.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Very funny, Dierkes. I just came over to see how things are going with a certain fairy?”

Suddenly as if she heard me speak of her, that familiar airy laughter reached Matt, who clutched at his heart.

“I’m so fucked,” he admitted with a slight lift of his lips.

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thespacedisco · 1 year ago

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Café Disco + Space Disco (7/13/23)

I am going to draw out how the media portion of this will go. I also just got off the phone with Owen and we really went into this whole idea. It’s seeming as though it’ll pan out proper.

As of now it is all about creating content and media. The word for it is media package. It is also going to be 2 media packages a month per concept, aka 2 Café Disco and 2 Space Disco media packages each month.

We will make the Instagram like a checkerboard where it goes from Space Disco black to Café Disco white. And each has that as its first slide then the next slides are the actual promotion material. Treat it like it’s big and it will be big.

- For each interview and playlist we would need 3 pieces of short form content (Tik Tok style) to be used as marketing material on the Instagram story and Tik Tok paid promotion on Instagram. The Tik Tok for the Cafe Disco would be interviews best statement made, and the playlist would be a vibey video of doing cool things (maybe Chris doing cool things) with the song playing behind it from the playlist.

Alright so I’m going to start with Café Disco thoughts ->

Café Disco media will include:

- An hour (ish) long playlist that gets publicized on Spotify. We will also put the playlist together as a mix and put it on YouTube accompanied with some vibey video of the beach or whatever aesthetic we are going for and put the mix on Soundcloud (if possible).

- An hour (ish) long interview conducted by Zoe with someone in the self care industry or someone in general. This is a very open platform where pretty much anyone can be interviewed. It’s to share stories and give people insight on life. Hopefully garner a wave of self actualizing practices from the youth. We will edit the video with AI, put the video on YouTube and release the podcast version on Spotify and Soundcloud.

Space Disco media will include:

- An hour (ish) long DJ set in a desirable location outside. A scenic location, but also create The Space Disco as in create the vibe with it. Get people to go picnic next to it for a video, make the scene you or visualize there that would look dope and then film with that scene. It doesn’t need to be a big thing, just vibey enough that people see it and feel as though they want to be apart of it. Hopefully get a drone there for the views and establishing shots. Put the DJ set with video on our YouTube and put the DJ set audio on Soundcloud.

- An hour long interview (still have to figure out who will do the interview) at the location of the DJ set before the DJ set. It will be two chairs in front of the table that has the DJ board on it with the bluetooth microphones. Three camera set up. Upload the video of the interview on YouTube, put the audio of the interview as a podcast on Soundcloud and Spotify.

Media galore. Also being able to hit a lot of different markets with the content. Every part of the universe.

See you soon beautiful people

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witchcraft-in-wonderland · 1 year ago

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Minecraft Diaries: The Descended (Pt.4)

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It had been a few months since the werewolves had made an alliance with the renewed Phoenix Drop, together they had managed to set up a few new shelters, both for the new wolves, and for any new villagers.

But Cori still felt something. . . Off. . . About the whole thing. About that shadow, what had it meant about another descendant? How much of their own ancestry did they not even know?

Ophelia was keen on finding that information out for itself, it would share that information with them when it found something interesting, but there's only so much information one can learn when that history was buried under thousands of years of debris.

"Ladrie Cori?" Cori gave a jolt as Briak's voice interupted their thoughts.

"Oh uh- what is it- Briak-" they said quietly, tugging un the rabbit ears of their hoodie.

"I've- got your new armor ready if you'd like to come see it," Briak said, raising a concerned eyebrow.

"Oh- of course-" Cori responded, standing up and averting their eyes.

"You know you can tell me if you have questions, our tribe does have history with your lineage," Briak stated, Cori gave him an awkward side-ways smile.

"It's not that it's just- from what I do know about my history. . . How am I supposed to fight a man that can't. . . Die? I mean if Shad has been reincarnated as many times as I have- with these- descendants- or whatever we are. . . Even if I do find people to represent the other Divine Warriors. . . This is modern day, and we're still working with. . ."

"Magic is much stronger than you think, my ladrie," Briak said, finishing the sentence for them.

"Maybe your's is- I barely know how to use mine- and we have no idea how much time I have to get the hang of any of it." Cori said bitterly.

"If you'd like I could try to teach you some, werewolf magic does work a little differently- but it's not too different from the type of magic you'd be used to," Briak smiled, tilting his head.

"But I thought we could only learn one kind of magic?" Cori replied, thinking back to some of Ophelia's studies.

"That was then, magic was thinner, with less people it's less spread out, you can specialize in many things," Briak replied with a laugh, stopping in front of the armory.

"After you," Briak said, stepping out of their way.

"Oh! Such a gentleman!" Cori joked, walking through the door.

The armory was lined with weapons and armor of all kinds, both for human and werewolf builds.

But in the center of it was a more familiar armor set, a mix of black, purple, and magenta, fit to Cori's exact build. The undercloth was built to their tastes as well, with rabbit ears under the helmet and a more skirt-esque accenting to the bodice.

"If you wouldn't mind Briak? I'd like to change," Cori said, waving a hand in Briak's direction.

"Of course-" Briak said, turning and closing the door.

The fit of the armor was indeed comfortable, and practical enough even with the more stylized accents.

"Alright Briak! You can come in!" They called, listening got the creaking of the door.

"How does it feel?" Briak asked.

"Well- certainly better than that dirty hoodie I've been wearing-" Cori laughed.

"Well hopefully we can attract a tailor from one of the other villages, Phoenix Drop has always had a way of bringing villages together, now how do you feel?" Briak said.

"I feel. . . I feel like a Lord, a real one." Cori said, smiling.

"Well than, my Lord, why don't we go show off your new armor?" Cori nodded, following behind Briak as he left the armory.

"Perhaps we should focus on sea travel- there are plenty of water formations around this area- less so than the old maps- but still-" Ophelia and Porter were busy pouring over old books and maps to notice the two enter the library, Cori gave a short cough to signal their arrival.

"So when do I get armor that good?" Porter said, Ophelia gave him a hard nudge on the shoulder.

"What! I'm a personal guard, I should have customized armor too!" Porter exclaimed, rubbing his shoulder.

"You and I both know Briak is more of a guard then you've been, thats why you've been researching with me," Ophelia laughed.

"Maybe I'm guarding you," Porter pouted.

"My knight in shining armor," Ophelia said sarcastically, though they were smiling.

Cori laughed "guys guys relax- you're all very important ok? Now is there any updates from my favorite historian?"

"Not much, we're just working on updating the maps," Ophelia responded.

"That's good- I'd like to start making more allies and expanding the village-" Cori said.

"You're really taking this whole Lord thing seriously huh?" Porter said.

"Well- quite frankly I'd like to avoid anyone else getting hurt because of me," Cori said quietly.

"Cori. . ." Ophelia said sympathetically.

"Don't- it's- I'm fine- just- been thinking a lot-" Cori replied, looking away.

"If you say so. . . But if you need to talk we're all here for you, ok?"

"I know- and I appreciate you guys for that- but I don't want to talk about it right now," Cori said with a low laugh.

"My ladrie, did you want to go ahead and get a head start on those magic lessons?" Briak asked.

"Magic lessons?" Ophelia questioned.

"Briak's going to help me concentrate more of my power- in case that- thing- comes back-" Cori answered.

"Oh- well uh- have fun- I guess-" Ophelia said, it sounded a little jealous.

"I can teach you too if you'd like," Briak chuckled.

"Maybe later- I have books to focus on right now- see you two later-" Ophelia said.

Briak and Cori made their way toward the nearby barracks for practice, Cori felt uneasy as they went, like they were being watched. But it couldn't be anything too serious yet. . .

Could it?

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@thelostscholarofmcd @cryptid-in-your-closet

#cori writes #minecraft diaries: the descended #oc: cori azalee irenia #oc: briak the moon hunter #oc: ophelia gutrot princeton #oc: porter justice cohen #totally not starting the trade mark love interests arc #do not worry i will try to make it less cringe #i dont even know what love interest they're gonna end up with yet #im just giving them chemistry with the love interests i know they'll have #and ill go from there lmao

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blazenka · 2 years ago

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If You Like

Set after Connor and Abby return from the Cretaceous era. When everything the two survivors had known has changed, maybe they should take advice from new friends and venture into an idea from long ago. one-shot/ set after S4-1.

Original source: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6678391/1/If-You-Like

Chapters: 1

Published: January 23, 2011

Words: 1882

Rated: Fiction T - Language: English - Genre: Romance - Characters: Abby M., Connor T. - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 3

Exported with the assistance of FicHub.net

A.n.: I've had this in my documents for a while now as I tried to put the details together. I have never written a Connor/ Abby (purposely) paired story so I figured now was a great time to start. Just pure fluff, hope you enjoy.

Cretaceous era:

Abby and Connor finally managed to climb a tree for safety as they waited for Danny's return, he would return, they knew it. Connor, however, was unable to go anywhere in the condition he was in. "What hurts?" Abby asked with concern, Connor was all she had in that strange world.

Connor laughed with his usual grin as he gestured to his leg, "Pretty much… everything," he stated while he tried to catch his breath. "Close your eyes," Abby demanded, Connor couldn't help but look a little bewildered at her statement.

"Eh?" he questioned her but Abby repeated, "Close your eyes," with more assertion. Connor, of course, did exactly as Abby told him to do.

" Image a happy place," Abby began, "You're on a beautiful beach." Abby gave a happy sigh, "And the sun is shining," said as she continued. "Are you there too?" Connor asked, obviously relaxed. "Yea," she said with a borderline squeak, "If you like," she whispered as she could image Connor there beside her on white sands.

" You're wearing a bikini," he said with mix of statement and question. Abby would have smacked him for ruining the moment she conjured in her mind but remembered she was originally doing this for him. "Yes," her irritation evident but as she saw Connor and his smile she whispered, "If you like."

Abby continued to stare at Connor as he went on, "The water's really warm. It's lovely." "Yea, she said in agreement. Yet, tone of her voice was not filled with content and Connor opened his eyes. "Abby," he asked and she replied only with an 'hmmm'. "Sweet dreams," he said softly as he leaned back against the tree and Abby replied, "See you in the morning." "Hopefully," Connor replied as animals of the Cretaceous sounded out their calls.

Modern era:

That had been a year ago and now, they were back in their own time. Yet, ever since they returned home, the couple had been on edge, especially Abby. Being around people and cars, unfamiliar sounds, and the idea of not hunting was being to unnerve the two. On top of this was the whole 'you are not longer part of the team' deal that Connor thought was purely idiotic despite what Lester had said. It was only a matter of time until one of them…

"Dammit!" Connor cursed as he had cut himself again while lost in his thoughts. He wasn't use to such sharp instruments when he was…

Connor chucked the knife into the sink as he grabbed a kitchen towel to stop the cut from bleeding onto the spotless counter top. He knew he needed to stop comparing everything to the Cretaceous era. It was a bloody daft habit both him and Abby needed to break if they wanted to adjust properly… and not end up in the loony.

Connor had come into the kitchen to make breakfast since Abby had climbed back into bed after her watch out upon the terrace. Guess that isn't going to work out like expected, Connor mused as he leaned against the counter. Of course, nothing the last two days had.

"Connor?" Abby called out as she lightly treaded into the kitchen, not even bothering putting on any proper clothing. "I'm alright, Abs. Just nicked myself with a knife, that's all," he reassured her. Abby did not seem to buy it and strained her neck to see if it was truly alright, as if she expected to be a raptor hiding from view and gnawing on his leg.

"You two seem to be… on edge," Connor observed as he moved around the kitchen's island to be closer to her. "You think?" Abby stated as she struck her fierce female pose. Connor missed seeing that pose since they return; he couldn't help but to grin.

All Connor could do was hold his arms out for her in offering a hug. Abby smiled at his gesture before blurting, "What are we going to do?" Connor dropped his arms with a "what?" as he stared at her, "What do you…" Connor words died as he clearly remembered what Lester and Phillip Burton had told them.

"Abs, we're going to be alright. I know things are far from… ideal right now but, love, we're home," Connor said, trying to be reassuring. "We are NOT home, Connor!" Abby exclaimed harshly then took a steady breath. "You know what I mean…" he tried to explain but knew where Abby's state of mind still was. Connor slipped into his own thoughts when he remembered something Lester has said about some time off - a holiday.

"Abby," he called to her as he wrapped his arms around her petite waist. She responded with an acute smile, "Yes Connor?" "What would you say to some… time away?" he suggested. "Time away… Connor, we just got back and…" "And you said this isn't home, you're right. We've been on survival mode and… maybe… we just need to find a place to… unwind, relax," he reasoned as he pulled away and talked with his hands in his normal attitude. Abby sighed before she agreed; maybe this would actually help the couple.

One could only hope with some time to relax they would be able to return to their original selves - possibly less annoying if Lester and Phillip Burton were lucky.

While Abby and Connor had both agreed to take vacation time, Abby was strangely not allowed to know where they were going. As soon as they left the ARC flat, Connor kept his mouth completely shut, even when they boarded an aero plane.

The whole 'destination' was kept a mystery from Abby. She felt the urge to wipe that grin off of Connor's face. "Connor, can you please tell me where were going?" Abby began to whine. He merely grinned as he turned to her, "No p e," he replied with a popped 'p'. Abby just sat back frustrated and pouting as they rode the last of the trip on the plane.

"Abby, do you trust me?" Connor asked while he parked the car. "You know I do, Conn. Thought we dealt with all those… issues while in the cretaceous era," she stated matter plainly of fact. "Okay, now I'm going to ask you to close your eyes," Connor asked her as lead her to the hotel door room. All Abby had seen so far was some buildings but little actual vegetation to give her a clue- she had a feeling Connor had planned it that way.

Abby allowed Connor to lead her outside, she felt the warm crisp air greet her as her only indication of where he was taking her, but then, she recognized the sent that danced in front of her. "Salt water? Ocean, Connor?" She asked and he immediately stopped. "Not quite love, more sea than ocean… but I hope you like it the same," he replied, giving her the permission to open her eyes.

Abby gazed her surroundings of cyprus trees and marvelous cliffs. "We're in the Mediterranean… I sort of, er, splurged with some of our back pay. Hope you don't…" Connor was stopped short by Abby enthusiasm, "Connor, you're bloody brilliant." She wrapped her slender arms around him. "Really?" Connor's self doubt always confused her but now, she smiled. "Yes, Conn… always," she smiled before rushing off towards the clear water while she kicked off her boots and other clothes over her bathers. "Just figured you would have spent it on those collectors' items you use to talk about or Doctor Who box sets," she taunted him while throwing a 'come hither' look. Connor couldn't help the spread of his cheeky grin as he joined in the pursuit.

The weekend for the two went incredible well, no creature alert or life in the balance. Just a regular couple enjoying a holiday, for once. Abby marveled at the various floras abundant in the area while Connor just tagged along with her exploration.

Yet, as cliché as it sounds - good things do come to an end. The last day Connor and Abby spent as much time as they could outside soaking in the glorious sun. They felt exhausted but relaxed by mid afternoon as they played on the coastal beach.

"I wouldn't have gotten through one day without you, Abs," Connor blurted as they laid down in the white satin sand while crystal waves brushed up to their ankles. Abby knew exactly what he was talking about as she pondered a response, "Same here Connor, I had given you all hope but it never seem to affect you as it did me." "Oh, it did but us males have a way of hiding our feelings… like all those years I secretly pined after you," he winked as he rubbed her arm. "Oh, it wasn't a secret. I'm sure the whole ARC knew…" Abby admitted as she patted his chest. "Say what now?" Connor smile fell, he felt like a fool. "Connor, it doesn't matter… we're here now and together. We've kept each other strong the past year and now this… I couldn't ask for a better mate…"

"Mate! Bloody Hell, Abs! Is that all I am to you?" he blurted as he propped himself up to look down at her. "You didn't let me finish. You are always going to be my best mate Connor, you've just acquired the title of boyfriend," she clarified. "Make it sounds like I've been knighted…" he mused as he pulled her close again.

Yet, just as the couple relaxed with Abby's messy blonde head resting on Connor's chest - "Still think you should write that Cretaceous cook book," he smirked. "Connor!" Abby smacked him. "Oi, just being the supportive boyfriend, you know." "Sure you are," she replied as she tried to ignore the sarcasm in his voice and wiggling eyebrows.

"I wish we could stay like this," Connor sighed. "I know but we're together and alive. And… I promise I'll be there for you… by your side… if you like," he stammered. Abby rubbed his chest slowly, feeling his muscles react to her and his erratic breathing. "Conn," she began as she took a big breath, "I would like that… very much," she admitted, sealing it with a kiss.

A.N.: So much fluff that if you tried to put it in a pillow, it would have exploded! This was just a random idea that would not cease to bother me.

Thank you for reading.

#primeval #itv primeval #bbc primeval #fanfiction #fanfiction.net #queued

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felixferitas · 8 months ago

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oliver's harsh whisper of warning, tantamount to a whine, has felix's ears heating. it was a stupid idea, suggestion, and felix shouldn't have even brought it up. but he can be impulsive at times, and oliver had let the implication linger, planted a seed of curiosity at the forefront of felix's mind. his suspicions are seemingly confirmed when oliver looks away from him, referencing annabel as one of the 'few', and that's all the evidence felix needs to know he wasn't completely off-base with that assumption. felix's mouth opens, then closes, a worried wrinkle forming between his brows. "oh, fuck off with all that. it wouldn't be weird. i mean, i don't want to make a habit of going around kissing my mates, but whatever initial awkwardness there is, i'm alright with it if it'll help," felix reasons, his gaze tracking the bob of oliver's throat before flitting back up to the pale cerulean of his eyes. a breathless laugh startles out of him, head ducking forward with a grin that dimples his cheeks. "yeah, about that. how are you at table tennis? i can tutor you on a few things while we're at it, if it eases your mind. i'm well-versed in a variety of things, so don't worry," felix teases, the look he shoots oliver in reply nothing short of flirtatious. he knows oliver is looking at him in a different light now, but hopefully none too foreign, one still flattering. he's mapping out the soft pillows of oliver's lips with his eyes, contemplating what it might feel like to have them pressed against his own, and the yearning alone is enough to embolden his curiosity. he shifts closer to oliver, their knees knocking together and warming in proximity, the atmosphere between the two of them like electric currents before a thunderstorm. precarious, neither one of them knowing who and when they should strike first. "we'll start small, and slow. close your eyes." he brandishes a palm against oliver's cheek to coax him to turn his head, leaning forward to press their lips together in soft greeting. it's sweet, chaste, with no heat folded into the mix just yet. he trades a few more soft kisses back and forth, as if it were a warm up to get the blood flowing, a precursor to more rigorous exercise. the aforementioned palm slides to the nape of oliver's neck, fingers tangling into the hair to hold him steady as he sucks the swell of oliver's bottom lip between his teeth. felix feels like he's parting clouds with the finesse of his own tongue and teeth, his lips tingling as he opens his own eyes to gauge oliver's expression.

"felix," he warns, flush near permanent on his cheeks. he can't linger, can't debate the inquiry at length -- can't be certain that what felix wants is an oliver that is experienced, or an oliver that isn't. so he shrugs, heats, scrambles for something sweet and in between, "just because annabel is... of the few -- doesn't mean you should..." it's oliver's turn to look away, to wet his lips in nervous mimicry. ignorant as the offer comes across, he's quietly thrilled, burning, and wrenching his fingers into the cotton of his shirt; knuckles white with tension. that felix would think the proposed exchange natural -- hell -- even necessary, drives oliver into a deeper, sunken desperation. opportune moments like this don't happen without effort, without calculating looks, and careful speech. "it wouldn't be... weird for you?" he swallows, the gulp of it nervously audible, and with a flustered chuckle, oliver adds, "you aren't suggesting we pick up table tennis, mate. you're suggesting -- something else entirely. that i... that you'd teach me how to... kiss?" it is entirely purposeful, timed even, when his eyes drop to the cupid's bow on felix's lips. if there's desire, if there's a wanting shared, he will catch it -- he will note the drag of oliver's stare, note the blush on his cheeks, know it for the gentle submission that it is. and as his mouth hangs, holds open in a quiet sigh, oliver's darting eyes return to meet an opposing gaze. "and we could still be friends? it wouldn't -- make things strange?"

#ourpretender #─── ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱.／ ⠀ replies.#─── ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀ 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝟎𝟏 ⠀ ／ ⠀i just died in your arms tonight. it must’ve been something you said.#─── ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤. ／ ⠀ i don’t know what you are. but i know you. you make my fucking blood run cold.#/ we can drop gifs after this but #/ any opportunity i have 2 use maze scene gifs ..#/ i will Abuse

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@creativxquirk

Now that Pyrrha was starting to become more familiar with the island, she had discovered a library stocked with everything she needed. Books to study history, books to study tactics, and it even had the latest X-ray and Vav comic! She had nearly forgotten about the comic, but it wasn’t a priority today. Instead the girl had grabbed three books on battle tactics, each by an author from a very different era. The best way to learn was to know a variety of moves, right? Pyrrha was about to make herself comfortable at one of the tables when she noted another girl with a similar idea.

The other girl had one of the books Pyrrha had previously been looking for! It was an older book penned by a man who tried and failed to conquer the world. She recalled the book being something she wanted to keep track of, just so she would know what not to do. So she spoke up. “Excuse me?”

“I hate to be a bother, but do you know how that story ends? I would recommend any other book if you’re interested in learning how to fight better. Such as one of these.” She reached into her pile and pulled out one of the thicker books. “I prefer this one. It’s written by a Huntress that fought off 70 Grimm on her own when her weapons malfunctioned. It’s quite a read.” She smiled and sat down across from this elegant girl. “I’m Pyrrha Nikos by the way.”

#creativxquirk #yaoyorozu momo 001 #hopefully this is alright! i mixed the two ideas together

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wtfsteveharrington · 2 years ago

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Can we please get domestic Steve Harrington? Literally anything soft. I love the way you write him

a/n: i was running errands today & got some inspo for this :') hopefully it's good domestic energy! gn!reader

You and Steve quickly settled into roles at the grocery store.

Your job is to lead the way, keeping the two of you on track. His job is to push the cart and look pretty.

He doesn’t complain about being able to watch the view as you bend over to grab something off the bottom shelf, but that’s besides the point.

“What do you want to eat this week?” Steve’s shaking his head at the sound of your voice, trying to snap out of his trace as you stand up. “To eat? Well it depends. If I’m cooking? We can safely do tacos, spaghetti…. Pretty much anything that requires simply browning meat and mixing a sauce in. If you’re cooking? Whatever you want to cook for me. I’ll even say please and thank you for each meal.”

You’re rolling your eyes as you sit a can of tomatoes into the cart. “While I appreciate the thoughtful answer it doesn’t help me. Just throw out some ideas, Steve.” He’s stepping around the cart, squinting at the list in your hands. “Well if you were going to make me decide when we got here then what the hell was the point of this?” There’s a playful scowl on your face as you push past his shoulder, making your way down the aisle.

Steve’s grabbing the front of the cart now, dragging it along behind both of you. Your eyes are hyper focused on the groceries in front of you, purposely avoiding his eye which you know will drive him crazy if you don’t glance back. “Fine, I’ll make whatever I want and I better get that please and thank you with each plate or I’m not letting you eat any dessert for the rest of the week.”

He’s laughing, the sound reverberating through your body and turning your scowl to a fond smile. The way this boy has you wrapped around his finger.

“Pinkie promise I’ll be good.” There’s a blinding grin coming your way as he stands up on his tiptoes to get favorite pasta shape off the top shelf. He’s learned all your favorites since you started going together.

“Alright, Lover Boy. Go grab an onion, will you?” You don’t miss the look of confusion on his features before he’s turning away to go complete his mission. In that second you know there’s no way you’re getting an onion.

Steve returns a few minutes later, waiting until you’re distracted by your list again to slide the produce bag into a cluttered part of the cart. You cock an eyebrow, attempting to lean over the cart to check the bag. “You did get an onion, right?” He’s acting affronted, pulling the cart away from you.

“What you think I can’t pick out-“ Scoff “- an onion of all things? Do you really have such little faith in me? Ole Stevie he can’t pick product to save his life.”

This is not a fight, no matter how playful, you’re going to have in the middle of the store. Instead you’re holding your hands up in surrender, stepping backwards. “I’m not saying you can’t. I’m just saying there’s no harm in asking for help.”

Steve’s pushing the cart around you now, making his own way down the aisle. “You gotta have some faith me in.”

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When you get back, you’re in charge of putting away the groceries while Steve brings the rest of the bags in. It doesn’t take long for you to stumble across a double knotted produce bag. Inside you find:

- a red onion

- a yellow onion

- two shallots

- and a bundle of green onions

Steve enters the kitchen, arms covered in bags. This proud grin on his face as he sits them down on the counter. “See, I told you I got an onion. And you didn’t believe me.”

All you can do is laugh, separating the onions to go where they belong. “You got us plenty of options, that’s for sure.” He’s delivering a firm smack to your backside, laughing to himself as he goes back to do a final check of the car.

You’re pretty convinced you’d eat the wrong onion for the rest of your life if it meant you could keep him around.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x gn!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington drabble

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The Things We Fight For - Chapter 3

Girls night with Omega doesn't quite go as planned.

A/N: Sorry this took so long, guys! Hopefully the next few chapters will come quicker!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Warnings: None? Sisterly bonding time with Omega?

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The blonde-haired girl in front of you bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, giving you a wide, toothy smile. You could feel the excitement emanating from her small body. "I've never had a girl's night before! This is gonna be so much fun!"

You smiled back, amused at her antics but the heavy feeling in your chest remained. Pull it together, y/n! You berated yourself silently. Omega deserves this. Don't make this all about yourself. Stop being so selfish.

A small hand grabbed yours, pulling you abruptly from your spiraling thoughts. Omega looked up at you with questioning eyes. "Are you okay?"

You squeezed her hand and grinned down at her. "I'm alright, kid. Just got distracted is all."

She hesitated for a fraction of a second, frowning. "If you say so..."

You nodded and smiled at her.

She returned the grin. "So what should we do first?"

"Well I was thinking we'd get something to eat first. I don't know about you but I'm starving!"

"Ooh yeah! Good idea. Can we get Mantell Mix!?" she asked hopefully, looking up at you with pleading brown eyes.

"Mantell Mix isn't food, silly." You chuckled. "Let's get some actual food and then we'll see about the Mantell Mix."

"I guessss...." Omega stuck her tounge out. "Hey after we eat, can we go see a holofilm?"

"Sure, kid. Echo left us quite a few credits. We can do whatever we want."

"Yes!" Omega pumped her fist in the air.

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The air was crisp as the two of you stepped out of the theater. Omega hopped up on the curb and put her arms out to balance herself. "I can't believe he was the bad guy the whole time!" She exclaimed.

You smiled, greatful for the distraction. Maybe Hunter was right. You did feel better taking a break to do things that normal people did. It was nice to pretend that everything was okay.

A shadow caught your eye as you turned towards Omega. The uncomfortable feeling of a familiar presence drifted through you like a draft and you shivered. Around you the street lights began to flicker on as the sky became darker. You're just imaging things. It'd been a stressful day. Shaking off your unease, you turned back towards Omega who was still prattling on about the film.

"And did you notice that the shuttle they jumped out of was a V-19 Torrent?" She squinted and cocked her head as if thinking very hard about something. "At least I think that's what it was. Tech's still trying to teach me all about different kinds of starships and shuttles and all that."

You nodded. "You're very observant, aren't you."

Omega smiled. "That's what Hunter says."

You flagged down the nearest air taxi.

Hunter. The heavy feeling in your chest returned and you sighed, climbing into the speeder after Omega.

She yawned, resting her head on your shoulder. "It's okay to be sad sometimes, you know."

You looked down at her, resting your cheek on her head. "I know, kid."

The taxi pulled to a stop across the way from Cid's. It was dark now but the city lights bathed the street in a dim yellow glow. Omega grabbed your hand as you walked into the building adjacent to Cid's and climbed up the stairs to the small room you'd rented out. She yawned again, rubbing her eyes. Your eyes watered as you yawned as well.

"Let's get you ready for bed." You squeezed her hand. She nodded, clearly already feeling sleepy.

"You hit the fresher first while I make up the bed." You tousled her hair and she squirmed away with a giggle, heading into the fresher.

The bed was small, but it was much bigger and way more comfortable than your bunk on the Marauder. You sank down onto the blankets, suddenly feeling very exhausted. The shower turned on and you could hear music faintly playing from Omega's datapad. She took it everywhere with her - a habit she'd probably picked up from Tech.

You sighed shakily, the events of the past few weeks all started to pile up, overflowing the walls you'd desperately constructed. It made you feel heavier than ever. You couldn't shove the thoughts away anymore. The tears came hot and heavy as you collapsed, burying your face in the pillows as you sobbed.

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The bed dipped slightly as a small body clamored up beside you. You gasped at the sudden interruption. How long had you been crying? Omega was in her pyjamas.

"Shh...it's okay." She soothed, running her fingers through your hair.

You sat up, wiping your eyes hastily. "I'm sorry." You sniffed.

Omega looked up at you; her big brown eyes were soft. How could someone so young hold so much compassion? She reached for your hand. "Don't be sorry. Everybody gets sad sometimes."

You shook your head. "You shouldn't have to see me like this."

Omega shrugged. "I don't mind."

You chuckled and squeezed her hand. This kid.

"It's more than just Crosshair, isn't it."

You didn't respond.

"You miss him, don't you?"

You nodded slowly wiping your nose with the back of your hand. "Yeah, kid. I miss him." You took a shuddering breath. "I miss him so much, but..."

Omega squeezed your hand. "But what?"

You shook your head. "I don't know"

"Is it Hunter?" She asked softly.

You scoffed. "Yeah no. I don't think so. Hunter thinks I'm useless. I'm a burden that's gonna end up getting myself or everyone else killed." You mimicked his voice for the last part.

Omega's eyes sparkled as she giggled. "That's not what I heard. I..."

CRASH. The deafening sound of shattering glass cut her off mid sentence.

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*rubs hands together* alright, here goes nothing, then:

Before I get into this, a few disclaimers/important items: my knowledge of DW canon, especially Classic Who, is very sparse at best, and I've only watched through some of the Eleventh Doctor, so I will be playing very fast and loose with DW canon here--but as roughly 70 percent of this story won't really have anything to do with those storylines, so it hopefully shouldn't be TOO egregious. But as such, this will be taking place roughly over the span of Nine, Ten, and probably some of Eleven's run, and my oc's will run into the Doctor and his companions on occasion.

Anyway, with that out of the way, on to the fun stuff:

(And, um, fair warning, I wrote WAY MORE than I was anticipating)

Joker, the first of my oc's, is a female Time Lord who has been traveling the universe for an indeterminate amount of centuries for reasons that are her own. Unlike the Doctor, she usually tends to go by "Joker" instead of "The Joker" (I'll admit, I'm mostly doing this to avoid Batman associations, which isn't at all what I'm going for here, lol). When I initially conceptualized her character, I was still watching Nine's run, and I kind of subconsciously made her as a sort of antithesis to Nine...and thus rather reminiscent of Eleven. She's very cheerful, free-spirited, and affectionate, and on occasion can seem a bit spacey. (Hehe. Spacey.) She's almost rather ethereal and fairy-like, which serves to disguise that she's as sharp as a tack. One thing she does have in common with the Doctor though is her great appreciation, almost bordering on reverence for the beauty of the universe, and a strange magnetism towards the human race.

However, though she's not exactly forthcoming with these details at first, two things eventually become apparent: firstly, Joker is an amnesiac. Other than being a Time Lord (and having most of the subsequent intelligence and knowledge that comes with that), she has no idea who she is, where she comes from, or how she came to be here. She has no knowledge of the Time War, or even why she calls herself "Joker." Her first memory is of being a child in her TARDIS, floating in the nebulous vacuum of space-time.

Secondly, she cannot regenerate properly. Every time she has "died," she's begun the regeneration process, but it is excruciatingly painful to an abnormal degree, and when she comes out the other side, she's still the same person--she has never changed.

Now, you may be asking--all the Time Lords are dead, how on earth is she a Time Lord? Where did she get a TARDIS? Why does she have so many similarities to the Doctor? These are all questions that Nine will be asking very loudly when they first meet, and if I ever actually sit down and write this, will eventually be answered. I do at least know the answers though, lol.

A few other fun miscellaneous things, instead of having an iconic outfit or two that she always wears, Joker likes to switch up her wardrobe--a lot. She's a bit of a fashionista. If this were actually a show I were showrunning, I wouldn't ever let her repeat an outfit. She's always very particular that she dresses to match whatever era or culture she's visiting, but in general errs on the side of fancy, tends to favor dresses, wears a light color palette, especially a lot of white, favors lace, and often carries a short walking stick.

As I mentioned earlier, she does have a TARDIS, and though I'm not entirely sold on this I'm thinking it often takes the shape of a tree, and the inside feels a little Mirkwood-esque, though a bit brighter and airier with some occasional alien technology mixed in, of course. I also haven't decided if I want to give her a sonic-anything. I genuinely have no ideas, I'm open to suggestions. She also has a very lovely singing voice and plays classical guitar.

Also, in terms of appearance, though this isn't entirely set in stone, I imagine her to have pale-blond, curly hair that falls to her waist when it's down, pale blue eyes, and a rather round face. She's on the shorter side, but probably often favors heels.

And then I have her companion, Theodore Ace. She calls him "Ace" (because how could she pass up a good theme when its handed to her on a silver platter), he usually refers to himself as "Theodore," the Doctor calls him "Theo," and Rose calls him "Teddy" (as do I half the time, lol). Also, I am fully aware that there is a Classic Who companion named Ace, but I didn’t know this when I conceptualized his character and I’m way too attached to the theme to give it up now. I’ll somehow make it make sense, lol.

It occurred to me that it's kind of the NuWho rule of law that the Doctor's companion has to be from the current present day--which is understandable, it is an escapist fantasy after all--but I thought it would be fun to change up the status quo. So, Theodore is the third son of an English lord from either near the end of the Georgian Era or the beginning of the Victorian Era--I haven't quite nailed down the year yet, but somewhere in that area. He has two older brothers, three older sisters, and a younger half brother and sister from his father's second wife. (This number could change, but regardless, he has a lot of siblings.) Ace lived a very privileged life, and was a very happy and idealistic boy who idolized his older brothers and was adored by his older sisters. He had a particular love for Arthurian legend, Edmund Spenser, and other tales of knights and chivalric deeds—he was the sort of boy who would be obsessed with superheroes if he lived in the 21st century.

However, Ace was clever. Too clever. And when he was thirteen years old, he discovered something that sent his world crashing around his ears—namely, that his father was the head of one of the biggest crime syndicates in Britain.

I can’t decide whether I want this to mean that his father somehow conned himself into the English aristocracy (honestly probably the best option, a lot more fun) or cheated a cousin out of an inheritance or something, but regardless, he has cheated, lied, stolen, extorted, blackmailed, and even murdered to both obtain and maintain his status and finances. What’s worse, all of Ace’s older siblings are in on it, his brothers even being high-ranking members of the syndicate itself.

Far from being displeased at being found out, his father is very impressed with Ace’s intelligence—neither of his brothers figured it out on their own, especially not so young—and though Ace is still very young, his father offers to make him his protégée and train him up to replace him one day—if he can prove himself more capable than his brothers.

Ace, however, is absolutely horrified—to a boy that values honor and chivalry so highly, the discovery that everyone has been lying to him, that so many of his jolly “aunts and uncles” were just his father’s “business associates,” and his family and their good name is nothing but a sham was earth-shattering. To his father’s shock, he refused outright to have anything to do with the syndicate—and thus his life became a living nightmare.

Ace was immediately taken out of school and began to be tutored at home, so he could be under constant watch for fear that he might betray the family secret. From this point on in his life he was nearly completely isolated, aside from his sisters, who scorned him, and his brothers, who began to bully him relentlessly, both because of his convictions and their jealousy, for their father was still clearly determined to have him as his successor. Ace would have none of it, however.

When he finished his schooling at eighteen, Ace wanted to get a commission and go into the navy, but his father wouldn’t hear of it, for of course he would then be completely out of his reach and he’d have no way to keep an eye on him. Thus Ace was sent to university, ostensibly to be a clergyman, but in actuality was sent in hopes he would get a sense for what the “real world” was like and help bring him to his senses. This of course doesn’t work, though, having grown more bitter and pessimistic, he was now resisting less out of a desire to hold to his convictions and more to spite his father. He was of course being watched at all times, and Ace knew it, and he kept quiet. His father was under the impression that he did not betray him out of fear of what the syndicate would do to him if he did—however, it was actually because Ace knew that if he exposed his father, it would be the ruin of his innocent stepmother and half-siblings, and at present he had no means of taking care of them if they were left destitute.

When he comes home from university, to his father’s chagrin, Ace is quite possibly more stubborn than when he left, and will have nothing to do with his father’s business. He intends to take orders as soon as possible, and this is when his father catches on to what he’s planning to do—i.e., as soon as he has obtained a living and has some means of providing for his stepmother and half siblings, he plans to expose his family. Finally realizing that he’s a lost cause, his father comes to the conclusion that he will have to come up with a way to keep him quiet more…permanently.

One night a few weeks after he’s come home, at a ball he was forced to attend with his sisters, Ace spots a mysterious, rather lovely young woman milling about the crowd. His sisters immediately begin whispering—she’s here without an escort, bold as brass, who even is she, who invited her—and just to spite his sisters, he introduces himself to her and asks her to dance.

Later that night, after they’ve come home and his sisters had gone to bed, he’s startled to discover that same woman breaking into his house. More shocked than angry, especially as she doesn’t seem particularly perturbed by being caught, he of course asks her what on earth she’s doing.

“Among other things,” she says, plucking the wineglass a servant had just brought to him out of his hand and pouring its contents with great ceremony out of the window she’d just climbed through, “preventing a tragic filicide.”

Thus, after a series of convoluted events, Ace realizes that he has to run away for fear of his father attempting to murder him again and succeeding, and Joker offers that he travel with her—and thus, Joker and Ace’s adventures begin.

With his backstory out of the way, in terms of personality, Ace is a cynic, in danger of sliding further and further into nihilism. He believes that every good thing must have some dark underbelly, that everything has a catch—it takes a long time for Joker to make him believe that she didn’t have some ulterior motive for bringing him with her. Despite all of this, Ace is still a gentleman, it’s been too well-trained into him. Deep down, he still has his strong convictions and morals, and he can’t seem to help acting on them, though “logically” he can’t understand why. His arc of course is about how there is good in the world and that honor and chivalry are worth upholding and fighting for, so he does lighten up a bit over the course of the story, but it takes awhile. Also there will of course be an arc where he returns to take care of “family business.” (Mwhahhahha.)

Because I am just this corny, if this were an actual show I would have episodes of character significance for him called “Ace of Diamonds,” “Ace of Spades, “Ace of Clubs,” and yes, of course, “Ace of Hearts,” but as it’s not, they may end up as chapter titles.

I’m also thinking that a running gag will be that though he tries to hide how interested he is in it at first, he absolutely loves learning about pop culture. He spends hours researching and watching things in the TARDIS’s library, and in turn Joker loves introducing him to things. I’m thinking at some point she gifts him a spaced-out Walkman that can access all of any planet or culture’s music if it is present on that planet (this is MAYBE a little GOTG inspired, sue me). He discovers late 90’s/early 00’s punk rock and it does something to his brain chemistry (he’s a Yellowcard stan), probably gets into fantasy novels, and probably cried while watching LOTR. It would also be hilarious if at some point Joker blows up on someone for casually mentioning that Darth Vader is Luke’s father in his hearing.

Unlike Joker, Ace tends to wear black, usually some variation on a suit—to paraphrase AOS, every century has a boring square. He’s also a talented fencer and is usually carrying a rapier, and possibly eventually some form of handgun (which of course the Doctor is not a fan of). Also, in terms of appearance he’s fairly average height (shorter than his brothers), short dark hair, brown eyes, and, despite his otherwise very classy, aristocratic air, dimples. Given that he was about to take orders, he’s probably nearly 24 years old.

Joker and Ace are technically a grumpy x sunshine dynamic, though I don’t think I did that intentionally. It is a little bit more complex than that, but I don’t want to spoil too much in case I ever actually write this, but suffice it so say that it is in some ways similar to the NuWho Doctor-and-companion relationship, but in other ways pretty different.

Though it will involve both, I sort of imagine Joker and Ace to lean more towards the historical/time travel side of the DW universe than the alien/space travel side that NuWho often favors. It would be very fun to write them into some of the NuWho episodes—The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances, Rise of the Cybermen/Age of Steel, The Lazarus Experiment, and the Metacrisis are a few that come to mind—as well as vice-versa, especially during Series 2. Rose and Ace would have SUCH a fun dynamic, they are nearly complete opposites and probably wouldn’t get along well at first, but eventually settle into a brother-and-sister/partners-in-crime dynamic (i.e., Ace keeps Rose from nearly getting herself killed all the time).

Also, on a completely unrelated note, there is a lot of dancing in this story. I don’t know why, but I picture them dancing together a lot. They are both very good, Joker loves it and Ace can’t even bring himself to pretend to hate it. The Doctor is convinced that they’re on some dance-tour of the universe, because half the time he happens to run into them they’re investigating what the social dancing scene is like in the culture they’re visiting. (They have to learn the lindy hop at some point, this is a requirement.)

The weird thing about this story is I only have the major plot points vaguely planned out, but I could write the ending write now. Take that as you will.

Out of curiosity, would anyone be interested in reading some of my concepts and ideas about my Doctor Who oc’s if I were to post them? I don’t really have time to write anything for them right now, but I might at a later date, and they are taking up SO much brain space.

#anyway thank you for putting up with me back to your regularly scheduled programming #val’s ocs #joker and ace #should I tag this as salt and light? eh why not that’s where it’ll go if I write it. someone stop me if I shouldn’t #salt and light

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