#its my brother in laws wedding so i have to look nice

[fuji09]

What does one wear to a wedding when one does not wear dresses/skirts? I have to dress up but I have nothing appropriate so I have to buy an outfit this weekend and I have absolutely no idea what to look for. I hate really girly stuff, my wardrobe is black clothing, and all my shirts are tshirts.

[letsgetrowdy43]

Wedding bells—

Quinn Hughes x reader

Request: 🌼 Quinn - he’s drunk and you have you take care of him, I feel like he’d be a cute cuddly drunk

Captain Huggy Celly

Brady's wedding was beautiful, in every sense of the word. Every detail felt so intimate and romantic, from the ceremony and reception, even down to the colour of the tablecloth. The moment the Hughes family stepped foot on the venue, Y/n knew it would be an amazing day, and she was right.

That same sense of love seeped into the night as the sunset and the drinking started. Quinn was the centre of Y/n's attention all day, looking as handsome as ever in his groomsman suit, with a fresh haircut for the big day, and a wide-lopsided grin.

He watched as his best friend, his brother more or less, became a husband. The realization that they were adults was heavy as Brady kissed his bride. Nostalgia filled his senses as he looked down at the crowd to look at Y/n watching him, tears in her eyes at the love in the air as he smirked at her.

As the night rolled in so did the party, everyone found themselves inside the reception hall, live music playing as the drinks poured and the dancing started.

A wide smile found its way onto Quinn's face as Ellen pulled him out to the dance floor. Luke looked at her with a grin and extended his hand, "my mom stole your man," he joked as she took his hand and let him lead her to the dance floor. "He is her son," the girl shrugged as Luke and she kept a friendly distance as they danced around the floor, giggling at Jack who was stuck dancing with the flower girl, a face full of what seemed embarrassment and adoration as the little girl made him twirl around.

She loved this family, she thought to herself as Luke spun her around and Jim took pictures from the sidelines.

"Your wedding will be nicer than this," Luke mused as she looked at him with an amused look. "It'll be pretty hard to beat this," she shrugged. Luke shook his head, "I don't think so, no one loves like you and Quinn love each other," the boy said sweetly making the woman's face soften.

Y/n smiled softly at the thought of her wedding day. She would be happy just eloping if that's what Quinn wanted, but the fuss would be nice, the intimacy, the romanticism of it all was something she had dreamed of since she was a little girl. Marriage wasn't a foreign subject to her mind, Quinn and her had discussed the subject frequently, both agreeing on a small wedding on some vineyard in Kelowna, wanting the homey feeling of summer to surround them on their special day, very Quinn and Y/n-esque.

Her brows furrowed as she pulled away from her thoughts, searching the crowd for Quinn. Ellen was now sat at a table with Jim and the Tkachuk parents, and Quinn was nowhere to be found.

"Do you see Q?" the girl mumbled to Luke who was quietly laughing at the scene unfolding in front of his eyes. Brady, Josh, and Quinn were going shot for shot at the bar as the band started to play some more upbeat songs. "Oh god," Y/n laughed as she and Luke approached the bar. "Have fun with that," he patted his sister-in-law on the back and left in search of his other brother.

Quinn grinned shyly at his girlfriend as she approached the bar, "Looks like you three are reliving the university days," her brows raised as Josh laughed. "Learn to live a little Y/n/n," Brady joked as he set off to look for his wife. The woman's jaw dropped as Josh mumbled his agreeance with Brady, "your friends love to hate me Q." "Fuck 'em Dove, they suck," he said with a sickeningly sweet smile as his arm found its way around her torso, hugging her closely to his side as she looked at Josh and stuck her tongue out at him.

The girl turned to look up at her boyfriend, a hazy drunk look taking over his face as he dipped down and kissed her on the cheek, something he'd practically been dying to do all day, missing her touch, her warmth.

His hands squeezed her hips as she grinned at the attention, "you look a little drunk my love," he grinned and nodded. "Drunk on your love," he whispered smoothly into her ear before kissing her on the neck, her face heated up as she melted into his hold, "Sorry, that was cheesy," he admitted. "I liked it," she grinned and took one of the hands on her hip and kissed his knuckle, the two of them swayed to the music as they watched the newlyweds family come together to dance.

"I want our wedding to be like this," she mumbled as he grinned into her shoulder. "With fewer people?" he asked, smiling as she nodded, "we should get married soon," he suggested followed by a hiccup, her eyes widening at his nonchalant idea. "You need to propose first my love," she said cooly, her fingers intertwining with his. Quinn chuckled and placed another kiss on the sweet spot on her neck, "I'm working on it Dove, promise," The smell of whiskey hit her senses as she spun around and captured his lips with hers.

Perfect, her life was perfect in every sense of the word.

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I steered away from the prompt I'm sorry!! but I just started writing and lost sense of my original plan :)

[kinardsevan]

HC? Or something crossed my mind idk, Tommy volunteer as a big brother/or just to help in a group home, and have a special bond with one of the kids there since he sees himself in him..

because I messed up the responses, this is @thatmexisaurusrex's request for Buck & Tommy calling eachother on a slow afternoon at work.

This is m-rated, nearing explicit, towards the end. Nothing too graphic, but definitely suggestive. also, since we're just existing in previous universes of mine today, this one fits in the same world as the prompt for "bobby overhears Tommy call him his father-in-law".

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Evan sighs, sinking down onto the ground on top of the firehouse. It’s beautiful outside, but the team is still on shift for roughly eight hours, and the shift has been…slow. They’ve only seen three calls so far, which feels a little ridiculous considering it’s a nice day outside, which usually means cookouts, bonfires, and generally reckless behavior when it comes to fire. 

Three. Fucking. Calls. 

He spins his phone on his knee briefly. He tries not to call Tommy too much on shift. They already live together and work in the same field. Granted, Tommy has never once complained about it in the past three years, and he always seems rather cheerful when Evan does call him on shift. But still. 

Any decision Evan thinks he has to make is quickly silenced when the phone starts buzzing in his hand, with the bolded text of “Husband” framed by two blue hearts pops up on his screen. A smile crawls its way across his face as he flips the phone into an upright position and clicks the little green phone icon, accepting the call. 

“Oh thank Jesus,” Tommy mutters with a groan. “I’m so bored.” 

Evan laughs. “Yeah. Me too.” 

“Are you guys doing any better over there?” Tommy whines. “I’ve been on two flights today, and they were both done within an hour.” 

Evan chuckles again. “Three calls so far. Last one was about four hours ago. Cap says everything coming in right now has been east of Pasedena or down in Panorama City. Too far out for us unless it goes three-alarm or higher.” 

Tommy huffs, leaning back wherever he is. Evan assumes he must be in 1701 because it looks like he’s on the floor of a chopper. 

“I have deep cleaned everything in sight, inventoried the helicopters and both planes, even helped with some of the inventory on the trucks,” Tommy says. “Checked up on current registrations and certifications. There’s not a damn thing to do.” 

Evan can only smile at his husband as the older man complains. For all the times they’ve complained to one another over Facetime while on shift, Tommy has never been one to actually complain about being at work with nothing to do. 

Tommy huffs, but after a moment, his eyes are on the screen of his phone again, and he furrows his brow. “Why do you look so entertained at my misery?” 

Evan smirks at him. “I like seeing you flustered. It’s kinda hot, honestly.” 

Tommy gives him that look; the one that silently tells him to tread carefully, unless he wants to find himself pressed into a mattress or countertop sobbing for release. 

“Hey, so what was that story Charlie was telling at the wedding,” Evan asks, referencing back to their discussion over cigars a few weeks back. 

“No, Evan,” Tommy replies, and the tone is there now too. Evan’s lips twitch with unfettered cunning, knowing he’s pushing Tommy’s buttons. 

“Oh come on,” Evan states, clearly egging him on. “Didn’t I hear something about a screwdriver down?” 

Tommy’s jaw clenches and he just shakes his head, although there’s no hiding the way the corners of his mouth are twitching, desperately trying to give in to the smile that he’s trying not to give his husband. 

“You know we’re going into a four day after this,” Tommy reminds him, narrowing his eyes at the screen. “You might want to tread carefully.” 

Evan raises an eyebrow at him, grinning lasciviously back at Tommy. “I think you assume that I didn’t consider that already.” 

Tommy stares at him from the tiny screen, and even though nothing about his expression changes, there’s a multitude of unspoken words shared between them. The smoldering in his eyes that tells Evan about nights pressed back-to-chest, nails drug across his chest and Tommy grinding with fervor, drawing sinful noises out of Evan like it’s his job. The slight twitch of his eyebrows suggests afternoons lost to ‘don’t move an inch or we’ll start all over’ . The way his tongue slips between his lips to wet them calling up memories of being chest-to-chest, teeth biting necks and shoulders, nails dug into spines, tongues lapping into mouths that swallow sobs like water in a desert. 

“If you’re not careful, you’re going to turn yourself up to eleven for the next four days,” Tommy warns, and the smirk on Evan’s face entirely suggests that he does not care. Turned up to eleven is the implication of total control turned over to his husband in the bedroom, whereas one is them meeting on an even field, usually when they want to take it slow and eject romance into things. 

But Evan just did that for a week and a half in Havana. He’s more than happy to turn things up to eleven. Let Tommy work him over. 

“Please, Daddy,” he replies softly, pulling the phone close to his face so that Tommy hears him but no one else does. His tone is just this side of breathy, barely moaning. Still, Tommy’s neck flushes, and Evan knows he has him. 

“When do you get off again,” Tommy asks, switching the subject. Evan pulls the screen down on his phone and then back up. 

“Like seven and a half hours,” he replies. 

Tommy nods. He’s up and moving again, and after a moment, Evan hears a door close, and the smirk reappears on his face. Tommy’s finding privacy. 

Evan pushes himself up from the ground, walking further from the door for rooftop access. It’s unlikely that anyone is coming up to bug him, given that Eddie was taking a nap last he checked and Hen and Chimney were locked into an intense game of Mario Kart. Athena was around for a visit, keeping Bobby entertained. 

Tommy’s phone rests on some kind of countertop and Evan grins as he sinks down into a chair. 

“So when you get home,” Tommy states, pulling at the zipper on his flight suit. He’s doing it slowly, and Evan can tell it’s on purpose. He gulps down the wave of saliva flooding his mouth. 

“Yeah,” he rasps.

Tommy reaches a hand in, pulling up the t-shirt he has on under the flight suit, although his hand stops halfway up his chest, only giving Evan the slightest sight of his abs where the zipper ends. Tommy leans forward then, pinning both hands on either side of the phone, out of frame. 

“You’re going to be a good boy,” Tommy states. It’s an order. Evan gulps, feeling himself starting to get uncomfortable in his pants. The slightest shift of his shoulder has Tommy lifting a hand, wagging a finger at him. 

“Ah ah ah,” he chastises. “No touching. Clock starts now and ends on Sunday.” 

Evan’s eyes go wide. They’ve never started something this early, let alone gone that long. Three days is about as long as he’s handed over control to Tommy, and even then, it usually begins and ends in their bedroom. This is a new layer, and he’s hot under the collar just thinking about the implications. 

Tommy stares at him for a long moment, that extends long enough that Evan realizes he’s supposed to respond. If he has any reservations against the ideas, now would be the time to say something. Granted, Tommy would never be upset with him if he decides to safeword out early, but he’s also silently asking if it’s okay to start now. 

“Okay,” Evan rasps, clenching his hand into a fist and resting it on his knee. It’s all he can do not to moan because he swears just by saying yes he gets harder. Tommy waggles an eyebrow at him, pulling his t-shirt. He adjusts it and fiddles it the zipper, clearly trying to play with Evan the same way the younger man was just playing with him. 

“I’ll be home an hour later,” Tommy reminds him. Evan nods. “I expect to find you silenced and waiting.” 

The slightest moan passes Evan’s lips. Tommy wants him gagged and on his knees, hands behind his back. 

“Sh-…C-can I prep?” Evan stammers, his voice husky with wanton. 

It’s Tommy’s turn to smirk now as he shakes his head slowly. 

“The only way mi amor gets to prepare is if it happens naturally. Everything else will be taken care of when I get home.” 

Evan shudders, and the heat in Tommy’s gaze, the grin on his face, is almost enough to make him feel like his heart is going to give out. He's not allowed to do anything to himself, but if he's aroused, Tommy expects it to happen without any assistance of his hands.

“Fuck,” he mutters softly. Tommy grins at him, and then a moment later, someone is knocking on the door of whatever room he’s in. Evan can hear Lucy’s voice briefly, asking questions but not clearly enough that he can make everything out. A moment later, Tommy glances back at the phone. 

“I have to go. I’ll see you at home in a while.” 

Evan nods, forcing himself to take deep breaths. “See you at home.” 

The call ends a moment later, and he has to stay in the chair and keep breathing. There’s no way he can go back inside right now; he’d be roasted for his unmistakeable boner. 

He checks the time on his phone again, and it’s all he can do to stifle a groan. Eight hours. Eight hours until he’s with Tommy in person again. He can hold on until then. He has to.

Eight. Long. Hours. 

[skzsauce01]

Over the Moonshine

Synopsis: Although you enjoy dancing during your outings to 44th House, you are far more interested in one of the bartenders working there. Your siblings will never let you live it down, but their teasing is a small price to pay if you can spend time with Chan. 1920s/Prohibition AU.

Warning: alcohol

Word Count: 3.5k

Pairing: f!reader x bartender!Bang Chan

Other Notable Characters: Yeji and Hyunjin as your siblings

Prohibition was meant to be a boon for the country, but it has been more of a nuisance than anything. Father has the doctor coming to the house nearly every week to write him prescriptions of whiskey, and Mother awaits new shipments of grape bricks from California to turn into wine. Lest one think that only your parents defying the law, your brother knows runners for rum, and you and your sister have successfully made moonshine multiple times.

Really, if you think about it, it’s the government’s fault for foolishly believing they could force temperance onto its citizens. Prohibition. What a seductive word. It practically encouraged misconduct.

As you step out of the car, the autumn chill sending shivers down your spine, a familiar thrill envelops you. Speakeasies are nothing new, and though this is your fifth time visiting 44th House, you feel as if lightning is coursing through your blood. Inside your beaded bag hides a sample of your latest moonshine batch. Yeji has secured her own silver flask to her garter for her to sip on throughout the night, but you intend to share your portion with someone special.

“I should have worn my cape,” Yeji says as she links her arm through yours. The beads of her dress clack against yours, and her fur stole tickles your bare arms. “You were smart.”

“You’ll dance and drink the cold away,” you assure her, eliciting a laugh from her. “Hyunjin, what’s taking you so long? Your hair’s fine.”

He gives his reflection one last check in Yeji’s compact mirror before handing it back to her. You were deliberate with your appearance tonight as well, yet you itch to tease him for his vanity. The temptation grows even stronger when he pauses his walk down the pavement to adjust his tie.

“The wind mussed everything up on the drive,” he complains. 

“Should’ve taken the coupe like I suggested,” Yeji replies. She glances over at you, and a familiar mischievous expression crosses her face. “Unless you’re trying to impress someone with the Rolls Royce? Finally got a girl, have you?”

Before Hyunjin can retort, you archly add, “Who’s the lucky lady? Should we start planning the wedding, or will you break her heart like you did with the last one? She still calls the house, you know.”

“You’re both awful.”

While you and Yeji titter over your brother’s missteps in love, he knocks on the front door of the building. Above the golden “44TH STREET ANTIQUES,” the small window at eye level slides open. A set of dark brown eyes peer out, and a disembodied voice asks what they can assist you with. Changbin, you realize, which means that someone else is working the bar in his place, most likely Chan.

“I’m looking for a silver pocket watch engraved with the name ‘Paris Singer,’” Hyunjin says. 

The door unlocks and swings open, revealing the interior of an antique shop. Mahogany dressers and wing chairs line the walls of the establishment, and silver tea sets sit behind locked cabinets. Though the items themselves are pristine, the faint smell of dust hints at the amount of history the shop holds. Whatever many secrets these pieces hold, the only secret you wish to uncover is hidden behind a silk screen printed with birds: the staircase leading to where the true 44th House is. With only flickering light fixtures for guidance, you descend.

“Excited to see your beau, Miss Railroad Heiress?” Hyunjin says. The jazz music grows increasingly loud as you near the basement. “You think he’ll give me the good gin if I ask him nicely this time?”

How Chan managed to pick you out amongst the crowd is still a mystery to you, especially since you were nowhere near Hyunjin and Yeji at the time. The Hwang sibling trio is instantly recognizable together but separate? Just ordinary, albeit beautiful, faces.

“He’s not my beau.” Yet. “And how do you even know about that name?”

Yeji hops down the last step with grace, landing onto the stone floor with a satisfying clack. “Because we’re not deaf, Miss Railroad Heiress. Now come back with something good for us, please and thank you.” 

She smiles innocently at your exasperation, takes your arm, and guides you to the final door. When Hyunjin pushes it open, the whole world erupts with jazz and laughter, bringing an instant grin to your face. Men in pastel striped shirts and women in gold embroidered dresses swing and sway together, arms and legs snapping back and forth. The live band and flapper girls on stage encourage onlookers to join the rest of the party.

As expected, Yeji and Hyunjin forget about teasing you in favor of the dance floor. Meanwhile, you stick to the sides, weaving between the tables to make your way to the bar. A tipsy woman runs her hand through your fur cape and compliments you, and another woman trills with glee when she notices the number of beads you have on your person. 

A man drinking with his friends calls, “Find me for a dance later!”

“Oh, I will!” you shout back. You blow him a kiss, to the amusement of the table, before disappearing into the crowds once more.

Even from a distance, you spy Chan chatting up a patron as he pours him a drink. Minho is on the other end of the bar, showing off his skills with a tin shaker. Neither of them have a jacket on, only a black vest, so they must be exceptionally busy. Saturday evenings always are. Well, that has never stopped you from flirting with Chan before. You’d rather dance with him rather than a stranger, but a dance is a dance, no matter who it’s with. 

After Chan finishes someone else’s cocktail, you take their place, prop your arms on the wooden counter, and flash him a coy smile. “Hey, bartender. Can I get two bee’s knees and two of something made with this?”  

You pull out your flask of moonshine and slide it across the bar. Your initials are monogrammed on the front in curling letters, and your heart jumps when he brushes his thumb over the grooves. “You can give it a try if you like. Made it myself.”

“Did you really, Miss Railroad Heiress? You didn’t strike me as the sort to mess with a distiller,” he remarks. Nevertheless, he unscrews the top and takes a sip. “Not half bad. Be better in a ward eight though. Two, you said?”

“Yes. One of them’s for you.”

His arm hangs in mid-air, the bottle of lemon juice forgotten. “For me? How come?”

“I brought my moonshine because I wanted you to have a taste, so why not? Besides, you just said it would taste better in a ward eight. Let’s put it to the test.”

He laughs and starts again. You watch him pour and mix with fascination, and a childish delight washes over you when he drops two maraschino cherries into one of the glasses. You’ve asked for at least one cherry in every one of your cocktails at the 44th House. Changbin rarely obliges if the recipe book doesn’t call for it, but Chan never forgets.

He hands you back your flask and taps his glass against yours. “Here’s to you, Miss Moonshine.” 

The drink is perfect—sweet with a hint of lemon. You pluck out a cherry floating at the top, pull off the stem, and thoughtfully chew on the fruit. “Is that my new name?”

“There are two Miss Railroad Heiresses running around, after all. I need some way to tell them apart.”

You don’t have the heart to tell him that Yeji also knows her way around a distiller. But as far as you know, Chan has never spoken to Yeji before and likely never will since she sends you to the bar in her stead, so your skin tingles with fire as you hear the words “Miss Moonshine” roll off his tongue. It’s just as alluring as “prohibition.” Maybe it’s the whiskey talking.

(It’s definitely not.)

“Let me get your other drinks,” he says. Then he leans in conspiratorially close, his eyes glimmering under the honey-colored lights. “Stay until closing? I’ll do my best to sneak a dance with you.”

Before you can reply, a man in a herringbone suit saunters up to the counter and asks for a Chicago fizz. He glances over at you with practiced nonchalance, and you realize that it’s the same person who you blew a kiss to. He’s quite handsome up close, even if his airs are rehearsed. 

“Hello again,” he greets. His smile is dangerous, reminiscent of a serpentine path you drove on once in the countryside. “Are you free, by any chance? If I remember right, you promised me a dance.”

Chan has reverted to being a bartender, measuring syrup with a careful eye while eavesdropping on the conversation occurring in front of him. You’re a flirt but only with Chan; he has nothing to worry about. Unfortunately, he can’t read minds, so he sets down two bee’s knees in question: Will you stay until closing?

You consider pretending that the music is loud enough to drown out the stranger’s voice, but he seems to be the persistent sort. Reluctantly, you pop the remaining cherry in your mouth and tug the stem out from between your teeth. “What was your name again?”

“Seungmin.”

“One dance,” you agree. “But before and after that, I’m busy until the night ends. Thank you again, Mister Bartender.”

Chan relaxes and nods in acknowledgement. While Seungmin waits for his Chicago fizz, you take the drinks and roam around the speakeasy, looking for Yeji and Hyunjin. The room has grown more crowded, and a thin layer of perspiration graces your back. You press one of the sweating glasses to your cheek as you scan the groups that have formed. Yeji was the smart one, not you. 

You eventually find Hyunjin surrounded by a gaggle of women. His hair and button-down are more disheveled than they were after the drive, yet he doesn’t seem to care a whit now that he has admirers. He may deny it, but he thrives off of attention.

“Whose heart are you breaking tonight?” you ask as you slink up to the table. With two out of the trio present, a few of the more timid ladies make way for you. “Should I prepare apology flowers in the morning? And where’s Yeji?”

To his credit, he doesn’t blush at your comments. He’s more enamored by the cocktails in your hand. “Somewhere. What are these?”

“Gin. I still have some of my whiskey, if you want. We’re staying until they close tonight, by the way.”

After being subjected to tasting your previous moonshine experiments, he no longer enjoys whiskey, so he accepts the gin. “Sure. Did your friend make this?”

A wave of giggles courses through Hyunjin’s flock, and an image of your name in the society papers appears behind your eyelids. If you are to land in the papers again, it will be of your own volition, not Hyunjin’s mouth. “Any one who can make a good drink is a friend of mine. I’ll call the florist later.”

Before he can retaliate, you scurry off to find Yeji who is “somewhere.” After mistaking a woman with a similar stole for her and dodging a gallery of swinging limbs, you spy her in the middle of the floor, doing the Charleston while spectators observe her. With a blood orange drink in hand, Seungmin is among them, watching Yeji with curiosity. When she finally spots you, she dances her way over to you, onlookers cheering her on, and snatches the refreshment from your hand.

“Send Chan my thanks,” she says in between breaths. She leans against your shoulder and tries to pass off her stole to you. “Please? You’re not doing anything.”

As if he can sense your exasperation, Seungmin emerges from the sea of people and extends his arm out to you. “How about it?” 

You shoot your sister a pointed look. “I’d love to.”

You’re not as nimble as Yeji or as limber as Hyunjin—few people are—but your footwork is on par with theirs after years of practicing with them, and your passion makes up for the rest of your lacking skills. Seungmin is a decent partner, in spite of his attempts to chat with you throughout. 

“You sure you’re not free later?” he asks after the song ends. Flushed with exertion, he loosens his tie. “Not even for a drink? I’ll buy.”

“I can buy my own, thank you.”

You say your goodbyes to Seungmin and collapse against Yeji, who has sweet-talked a departing party into giving up their table for her. As she helps you shrug off your cape, you open your bag for your flask. The whiskey pleasantly stings as it goes down.

“Have you given up on Chan already? Your new guy is a looker, but I like Chan more.”

You explain to her the details of your arrangement, fully anticipating her to tease you throughout.  And she does. The wedding invitations will read “Miss Railroad Heiress and Mister Bartender,” and the wedding itself will take place at 44th House in honor of your first meeting. As she continues, you shut your eyes and do your best to concentrate on the surrounding conversations. You don’t care about the latest stove innovation, but it’s far less maddening than Yeji. 

In the midst of it all, having missed the company of his sisters, Hyunjin joins the table. No one trails after him, no one comes up to drag him away, which would have been favorable. What a disappointment; no hearts will be broken tonight. Worst of all, he, too, gives you grief for being enamored by Chan.

“Should I let you drive the car home, so you can impress him?” he says, earning a sigh from you. “Now that I think about it, you did insist on taking the convertible.”

“And you took an awful long time fixing your hair before we left!” adds Yeji. “Really, you and Hyunjin are more alike than you think.”

“Hey!”

How else will you pass the time if not for your bothersome brother and sister? You let Hyunjin argue for you and permit your eyes to wander to where Chan is still working. Dozens of patrons surround the bar, so you can only catch glimpses of him through the gaps between heads. You doubt he saw it, but what did he think of you and Seungmin? While some people get easily jealous, others recognize that sometimes fun is fun, no ulterior motives.

After enduring another five minutes of Hyunjin and Yeji’s bickering, you decide it’s time for a change of scenery.

“What do you want to drink?” 

“Mojito, extra lime. Make sure he knows about the Rolls Royce.”

“And don’t forget to tell him the wedding date. Jack Rose for me.”

The crowd hasn’t thinned out in the short time it took for you to arrive, so you patiently wait by studying Chan’s bartending skills. How long has he done this for? From handling a large bottle of vodka to garnishing drinks with mint leaves, all of his motions are deft. During the fifth cocktail, he notices your presence out of the corner of his eye and begins adding flairs to his process—a little twirl of the stick, an extra tall pour. When it’s finally your turn, he leans against the counter and meets you halfway. His eyes flicker with golden light.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he says before you can get out a word. “Miss Moonshine, can I be the next to dance the Charleston with you? I promise I’m a better dancer than the last guy.”

Astonished, you blurt out, “You saw it!”

“Of course I did.” Almost sheepishly, he adds, “You’re all I see.”

Your skin prickles as if you’re standing outside in the cold, but your cheeks are aflame. “The speakeasy doesn’t need you?”

“Minho’s got it handled. Come on now.”

You highly doubt Minho can man the bar by himself, but you nonetheless take Chan’s hand and lead him to the center of the building. You hear Yeji’s giggles and Hyunjin’s smug remarks as you pass by, but your annoyance is soon drowned out by the merriment of the other patrons. Soles slap against the floor in quick succession, and you nearly lose an eye to a flying string of pearls. 

Chan places his other hand on your arm. “You’re pretty good, but do you think you can keep up with me?”

His teasing rouses you further, so you put more energy into your steps. A little more bounce and a little more snap, just as he did when he was mixing drinks. The people surrounding you slowly inch away when you grow more excited, and you gladly use all of the space around. 

“Show-off,” Chan laughs when you momentarily let go of his hands to perform a series of kicks. 

You finish with a flourish and playfully bow when he starts clapping.  “It’s what I do best. How long do I have you for?”

“Not that long,” he admits, taking your hands again, “but come back tomorrow? I’m off then, so you’ll have me all to yourself.”

He winks, leaving you in a stupor as he guides you back to Yeji and Hyunjin. This is not how it’s supposed to be; you’re the one who does the flustering around here. You’re certain you have a silly smile on your face because as soon as he leaves, Yeji pounces for answers.

“What happened?” she questions. “Did he kiss you?”

“More like she kissed him,” Hyunjin drawls as he snaps his fingers in front of your eyes. “Have you died or what?”

You push his hand away, glaring at him when he pretends to have been injured. “No one kissed anyone. Just a dance. Geez, it’s like you two are trying to get me in trouble. Let’s go before someone actually hears you.”

Hyunjin grabs your cape for you, not in a gesture of kindness, but so he can toss it at you and laugh as you struggle to catch it. “You could’ve at least gotten us our drinks before you decided he wasn’t worth it. Where are we heading now? Bellamy’s?”

“I’d rather go home,” you answer.

Yeji links one arm through yours and the other through her brother’s, effectively creating a human fence that others have to walk around. “So you can sleep and dream of him?”

“One day,” you declare, “you’ll get a crush, and I will never let you breathe again without mentioning their name. Hyunjin will join in, and you’ll get a taste of your own medicine.”

As expected, the drive home is riddled with poor jokes and pointless retellings of the night. It is the same when you head back to 44th House the following night. You’d rather Yeji and Hyunjin not be in the establishment at all, but reassurance is always welcome, even if it does come with a side dish of pestering.

Minho is the gatekeeper this time, and he regards you with some contempt for last night’s endeavor. Your half-hearted apology is responded with a grunt and a reluctant opening of the door. 

You inhale the scent of the antique store, run a finger across the back of a velvet chair for luck. Your whole body hums with energy as you descend, and the trumpet horns on the other side of the walls only increase the tension. Why are you nervous? You have no reason to be.

At the bottom of the steps, you say with gravity, “Both of you, stay away from me tonight.” 

Then you run into the crowd before they can follow. As the uproar rings in your ears, you scan the interior as you cut across the room, wincing when the overzealous tuba player blasts a note in your direction. Someone spills part of their drink onto the tops of your heels, and though you feel the liquid seeping between your toes, your main concern is finding Chan. You pause whenever you see a man in a black vest. Would he wear a similar outfit to his uniform on his night off? Likely, no, but you have no other basis for his attire.

“You’re here! Finally.”

You turn around to see Chan that has found you first. His grin shines like a crescent moon against his dark pinstriped suit, but there is nothing sinister about his expression.

“How do you do it?” you ask, slipping your arm through his. His face colors with a faint shade of pink. “You always seem to know where I am.”

“To be honest, I’ve been watching the door all night. Should we get something to drink first?”

As it turns out, you are correct to tell your siblings to stay far away from you because after sharing some potent moonshine, you kiss Chan by the bar. Everyone in the vicinity witnesses it, so you’re bound to end up in the papers tomorrow, but you don’t care. It’s Yeji and Hyunjin’s fault for putting the thought into your head. Most importantly though, this is the happiest you’ve been.

Prohibition. What a lovely era.

[kryptonitejelly]

Hear me out - Flyboy!Jake during his reception on grandma Doris’ ranch. He and his new bride sneak off during the reception and this is the outcome

this picture kdhfksjdjs i want it to be my life so bad 😩 - flyboy

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You feel a hand slip onto your waist, fingers pressing gently but firmly against the fabric of your dress, interrupting you mid conversation with one of your brother’s wives. You don’t have to turn to know who the hand belongs to.

“If I could steal my wife,” Jake drawls, the term falling off his lips with a natural ease; you don’t turn, but you don’t need to, to know that there is most certainly a wide smile painted on his features. It makes your sister in law laugh, before she flaps a hand at the both of you, waving the both of you off as she turns to fill her almost empty glass.

“C’mon,” he mumbles, only loud enough for you to hear and you let him guide you away. Jake manages to be stealthy enough for two, and you both slip off towards the side, ducking out of the hall, and edging along the parameter and around the side of the building unnoticed.

You toe off your shoes, bending momentarily to pick them up, leaving them to dangle between your fingers, before using that very same hand to hitch up your dress, managing to grasp both the straps of your shoes and the fabric at once. You find your other hand in Jake’s; and Jake’s other hand holding a glass of scotch.

“Are you making me a runaway bride?” You tease, as you follow his pace; slow and relaxed in consideration of your get up, the both of you slowly making your way over dry grass, slightly outward into the field. The air is nicely cool, the sun shining overhead, and you find yourself breathing in deeply, catching your literal first breather of the day. It had been a whirlwind since morning hit, with the day being about you and Jake - but as with how wedding usually went, with you and Jake barely managing to catch a moment to yourselves.

“Does it still count as a runaway bride if the groom is very much present?” Jake muses back as you both come to a stop. You let the fabric of your dress fall back around your legs, as you drop the heels onto the grass. Your find yourself craning your head forward slightly, eyes flickering to Jake’s glass and he simply grins, before raising the cup to your lips with a tilt. The scotch, cold liquid, but the taste warm, smokey and buttery as it slips down your throat, makes you sigh out lightly in relief, as you let tension from the hectic of the day escape you.

“Tired?” Jake chuckles, fondly, as he reaches out to cup the side of your face; you let the weight of your head fall against his palm, your head bobbing in agreement, your cheek rubbing against his palm.

“But happy,” you add, lips curving upwards in a soft smile. It earns you a brightening of green eyes, and a flash of of pearly white teeth.

“Me too,” Jake responds, his hand not leaving your face, but his feet taking a step forward. You angle your face upwards, ready for your lips to meet his, when you feel a gentle, warm nudge at the back of your arm.

“What in th-” you turn, your head, only to find the head of a horse nuzzling at your arm, “looks like someone was feeling left out,” you manage to laugh, extending a palm to stroke a gentle line down its face.

You squint up at Jake, who hasn’t moved, his face now wearing an amused, yet slightly disgruntled expression.

“Phone?” You question, head tilting slightly to a side, and Jake reaches into his pocket for the device which he hands off to you without question.

You shuffle back, which does make him raise a brow.

“Hold her face,” you say, swiping open the device’s camera; as you thought, the clear blue of the sky dotted with white made for a splendid background. Jake complies, and you hit the capture button, snapping a couple of photos in quick succession, “done,” you say, handing the phone back to Jake who pockets it.

“Can you kiss me now?” He asks, blunt, to the point, and it makes you laugh, the sound carrying across the field, swirling around Jake.

You pretend to give his ask a measure of thought, before you reach your hands forward, fingers grabbing onto the knot of his tie.

“Sure can do Jakey,” you breathe out, with a grin as Jake lets you drag him to you. You bring your lips to him, and he taste just like the glass of scotch, warm, smokey, butter, just like you.

[hangmansgbaby]

Hi! Can I req a oneshot where r is tony Starks daughter and is a military fighter pilot in honor of her uncle Rhodey (just went navy not Air Force in order to establish herself as her own person) and she’s like dating/married to/engaged to/etc Bradley Bradshaw and her dad shows up to surprise her at one point and he and rooster had always gotten along great once past the initial dont-hurt-my-daughter-I-don’t-trust-you-with-her stage and so they like “gang up” on reader but only in as much as it’s fun (like they don’t do too much) but it’s just sweet fluff with dad Tony and SO rooster and dad in law tony just 🫠🥹 anyways sorry to bother if u don’t want it! Love all u do <3

A Stark in the Wind

Summary: Y/n "Stark" Bradshaw was part of the top 1% of Naval aviators. When Y/n gets called back to Top Gun alongside her husband, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, her father decides to make the trip to California. While he’s expecting a nice dinner on his last night in town, something else comes into play.

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x Wife!Reader, Tony Stark x Daughter!Readers

Warnings: none?(Let me know if I should add any)

Note: I TOTALLY strayed from the request with Tony and Bradley messing with reader but its still so cute and has such cute father/son in law moments that I think it’ll do.

Word count: 1.3k

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“Why do I always agree to road trips in the Bronco?” Y/n sighs, stretching as she hopped out of her husband’s truck.

“Because you love me?” Bradley chuckles, shutting the door before pulling y/n close. “Besides, you really wanna fly here and then get a rental car?”

“We could’ve taken my car, at least we wouldn’t have been broken down on the side of the road for 6 hours.”

“You weren’t complaining those six hours,” Bradley mumbles into a kiss, pinning her against the side of the truck.

“Babe, if you don’t stop were never going in.”

“Maybe that’s my plan.” Bradley wiggles his brows making y/n laugh.

“I’m going inside Bradshaw.” She pushes him back, walking aged into the Hard Deck. Bradley groans before jogging after her, opening the door before y/n can grab it.

“My lady.” He bows slightly, a teasing smirk on his face.

“Still not happening, handsome.” She taps his face before walking into the bar, her husband close behind.

“Bradshaws! That you guys?” Y/n smiles at the voice of her best friend, dragging her husband over to the pool tables. She immediately pulls Phoenix into a tight hug. “This is how I find out you’re stateside?”

“Yeah, just thought we’d surprise you.” Bradley chuckles.

“I’m gonna go grab us some drinks.” Y/n jogs up to the bar, drumming a little when Penny turns around. “Hey Pen, one beer and a water please.” Y/n smiles.

“Hey, when did you newlyweds get back? Haven’t seen you two since the wedding.”

“Bradley go stationed in Virginia and I got pulled into a pretty big mess in New York before heading down there. Been a super busy year.” Y/n sighs taking a sip of her drink.

“Now I know I raised to better than to drink beer.” A voice calls out from behind her.

“Dad?! Hey!” Y/n abandons the drinks and wraps her dad in a hug. “What are you doing here?”

“Just checking up on my favorite aviators, and helping the Navy with a few upgrades.”

“Of course.” Y/n laughs. “How's Pepper and little Morgan?”

“They’re great!”

“And how are you?” Y/n asks.

“Good, good. I’m doing a lot better.” Y/n had gotten lucky with the blip. Bradley and all her friends were still around afterwards but she had lost so much family at the same time.

“Its okay to not be okay. I miss him too.” Him, Peter Parker. He was like a little brother to y/n, called her at least twice a week for help on his science homework, especially when they talked about aerodynamics.

“Where’s that boy toy of yours? Chicken?”

“Rooster, dad. He’s over by the pool tables.” Y/n leads her father, drinks in hand, to the group.

“B, look who I found.” Y/n smiles handing Bradley his drink.

“Mr. Stark, how are you sir?” Bradley greets, shaking his hand.

“I thought I told you to call me Tony.” He greets his son-in-law. “Who are your friends?”

“Holy shit! You’re Tony Stark! The Tony Stark!”

“That’s Lieutenant Garcia, callsign Fanboy. Lieutenant Trace, callsign Phoenix. And Lieutenant Fitch, callsign Payback. And that's Lieutenant Floyd, aka Bob. ”

“Please to meet you sir.” Phoenix greets.

“Big fan.” Payback smiles.

“Those two over there are lieutenants Machado and Seresin, Coyote and Hangman.” Bradley introduces.

“You must be the one my daughter tells me about?” Tony questions, nodding towards Hangman.

“Awe you talk about me Stark?” Hangman plays shocked, a hand on his chest.

“Wish it was good things don’t ya?” Y/n chuckles. “Guys this my dad.”

“No way!” Fanboy shrieks.

“You’re dad is Iron Man?”

“Dude, how are you still alive?” Hangman and Coyote joke towards Bradley.

“As much as I would love to stay and chat, duty calls.” Tony nods to everyone before turning to his daughter. “Sweetheart.” He hugs her. “I’ll see you later, Bradshaw.”

“Good to see you too, sir.”

“Dinner at my place, Saturday. Don’t be late.” Tony points walking towards the exit.

Y/n nods before turning back towards her friends to their faces in shock. “Alright, ask away!”

Saturday night

“Hey! There’s my two favorite aviators!” Tony calls out as y/n and Bradley walk into the quaint beech house.

“Hi dad.”

“We brought wine.” Bradley smiles, setting the bottle down on the kitchen counter.

“Tony have you seen my-“ pepper round the corner from the hallway to see y/n and Bradley. “Oh my god hi!”

Y/n quickly pulls her step-mom into a tight hug. “As much as I love you, Pepper. Where’s the baby?” Y/n hears Morgan’s coos come from the living room and she immediately takes off towards it.

“She’s getting baby fever.” Tony points out to Bradley.

“No, she’s just excited to see her little sister, she was an only child for 30 years.” Bradley jabs back.

“I’m just saying. She might want them now.”

“She loves flying too much right now. Told her we’d wait until she was ready to hang up her wings.” Bradley sighs. “Its what she wants.”

“I think what she wants is for you to be happy and to have a family with you.” Pepper nods towards the living room. They look over to couch to see y/n making silly faces a Morgan, making the 6 month old baby giggle.

“I’m ready. I have been since the day I met her. But having kids means she gives up flying for 10 months and then there is no guarantee that she’ll go back. I can’t ask her to give that up just because I want a couple of kids.” Bradley explains, turning towards his father-in-law who was working over the food on the stove.

“Ya know, that statement right there is why I’m glad you married my daughter. You remind me nothing of myself, which makes you perfect.” Tony smiles, plating the food for everyone.

“Thanks Tony.” Bradley smiles. “Let me help get these to the table.”

It was silent around the dinner table. Everyone ate in silence while y/n picked at her food.

“Y/n? You okay?” Pepper asks, the first to mention her strange behavior.

“Yea, I’m okay.”

“You sure? You’ve been off since we got here.” Bradley notes.

“I-“ y/n sighs. “I have an announcement.” She says, standing from the table. “I won’t be flying. Actually, I can’t fly the mission.” Bradley stares at her dumbfounded, eyes begging her to continue. “I uh… I wanted to tell you before but I was too nervous and ai know we said we would wait but…”

“Spit it out already.” Tony groans, still eating.

“I’m pregnant.”

Everyone froze, forks dropping to their plates in surprise.

“You’re serious?” Bradley questions.

“Yea, found out right before we left.” Y/n nods softly. She can’t read Bradley’s face, unsure if he was happy or not.

“Holy shit.” Bradley mutters, leaning back.

“You okay there big guy?” Tony questions.

“I’m gonna be a dad?” Bradley asks, looking at at his father in law.

“Yea, Bradley. You’re gonna be a dad.” Tony smiles. “I’m gonna be a grandfather.”

“Holy shit!” Bradley cheers.

“Language!” Pepper chimes.

“Oh my god! You’re pregnant!” Y/n watches his eyes light up at the thought. “We’re gonna have a baby?”

“Yea.” Y/n nods excitedly. “Yea we are.”

“I love you, so much.” Bradley mutters, standing to give y/n a kiss.

“I love you too.” Y/n smiles, holding Bradley close.

“Congratulations!” Pepper cheers.

“Congratulations son!” Tony smiles, pulling Bradley into a tight hug. “Your parents would be proud of you.”

“Thank you Tony. Seriously, I appreciate you.”

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL

Nov 2022 Wk 2

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Between Us (Sun iQIYI) 1 of 12 - It got hot and heavy way faster than expected. With DeanPharm the side couple, I just want more of them like I did with WinTeam in UWMA. But yeah, it’s VERY good, thank fuck. WATCH ALONG HERE. 

Big Dragon (Sat Gaga) 6 of 8 - How can this dumb little pulp be so good? Also P’Nine? I will heal your broken heart. The brother zone is rough, baby. The thing about this damn drama is all of the characters are honestly motivated and act in accordance with their personalities. I think that’s mostly why I can’t stop watching. Loved the scene with Yai and his ma-in-law-to-be. Also, nice stinger! That’s one way to come out. Look this was a REALLY engaging ep. 

My Only 12% (Fri iQIYI) 14fin - I really did not expect this show to end on this note. Ah Earth with the crying. I did expect the final episode to be family drama-llama, but this kind of drama didn’t work for me under the context of a BL. I do love the siblings. (There’s a part of me that wanted Prem’s character to be Team. This could work as Team’s back story.) All in all? I found it disappointing. Conclusion: This is a strong little BL romance (tailor made for SantaEarth) about holding onto first love and childhood, but it’s buried under waffling family drama and formless side characters so that it took a lot of digging to get to - still, RECOMMENDED. 8/10 

Ai Long Nhai (Mon iQIYI) 7 of 10 - Nothing continues to happen and exactly nothing will and yet I keep watching. Probably because the nothing keeps getting shirtless. 

Ghost Host, Ghost House (Weds YouTube) 6 of 8 - Cute bfs are cute but... NO SINGING. Adorbs but sad GL side plot AKA dead lesbians got a nod. 

Remember Me (Sun Gaga) 5 of 12 - JaFirst are just great on screen together, I am very invested in their couple but, yeah, no one else. The stuff with Name was really difficult to watch, but Title is a GREAT little actor. 

Love in the Air (Thurs iQIYI) 13fin - Ultimately? Sky needed a therapist not a stalker lover, but whatever Mame. DUMPSTER FIRE TRASH WATCH COMPLETED HERE. I gave it a very reluctant 7/10, recommended only if you know you like this kind of thing. Look you remember in high school drama class where they make you “envision a basket, and put all of your worry, bad mood, and anxiety into that basket, and leave it outside the door”? Well, in order to enjoy this show, you have to do that, only with your morals. Some people have bigger baskets than others. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

My Tooth Your Love (Taiwan Fri Viki) 6 of 12 - I do like a little jealousy from the dentist. Yet another installment in this week”s “please get that uke to a therapist” only this time (unlike LITA) our seme actually gives it an honest try. I might be completely and totally in love with the dentist. I adore how stern he gets, plus he has a very strong white knight tendencies. Also baby boi wanna-bartend with the big-ass crush is giving me life. 

Eternal Yesterday AKA Eien no Kino (Japan Thurs Gaga) 4 of 8 - Am I the only one who JUST realized the actor playing Koichi is Komiya Rio who played Tanaka in Takara & Amagi? I’m so slow. Look all Japanese BL (even the most fluffy nonsense like Kabe Koji) is a little bit emo and exists in a sideways state. It’s gonna go into uncomfortable and uncanny spaces. It’s what it does. This one, given its psychological horror elements, is even more uncanny, to the point of creepy. I’m not a big fan of creepy, and yet I like this show. Japanese zombie incubus? Yes please. Look, I’m utterly unable to back away from the pun, and so: I see seme stiffie can get a stiffie. Puns aside? This was a killer first-time sex scene for something relatively low heat. I’m reminded of Shin’s tongue. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, no one does thirst like Japan. Korea and Thailand can have a winsome yearn-off, and Taiwan is great a pining, but Japan? Japan brings the Thirst. 

Choco Milk Shake (Korea Strongberry Tues YT) 3-4 of 10 - I love this show so much. It made me tear up and then in the second part I was laughing my ass off, because the cat was trying to teach the dog how to stare properly. So funny. Then Pets being worried about their sick human, is so accurate. Is anything funnier than the idea of a cat in a service industry job? I really don’t want this to be sad. Please don’t be sad. In Strongberry we trust is my mantra!

Kabe Koji (Japan Mon Viki) 6 of 10 - I like it more and more as it goes on, but I still don’t think I actually, ya know, like it. 

It’s Airing But I’m Not Watching It

War of Y (Thai Gaga) 20 eps - it’s just all too much for me.

My Roommate (Thai YT) 32 eps of 2 minutes each + terrible production values? - I’m not bothering.

Fahlanruk (Thai Sun GaGa) 12 eps - I cut my losses at ep 5. DNF

To Sir With Love AKA Khun Chai 28 eps - dito

2 Moons 3 (Thai Mon ??) 10 eps - Possibly a future binge watch. Rumor is it’s banal.

SELF (Thai Thurs YT) - DNF

Love Bill  (Vietnam Sat YT) - Bah Vinh is back but I’m too distracted. Also there’s a lot of fund raising and stuff going on. I’ll wait and binge.

In Case You Missed It

Korean GL She Makes My Heart Flutter finished it’s run on YouTube. RECOMMENDED. Full review (not by me) here. Extremely cute, about a lesbian bar run by an aunt and her niece.  

I have no idea if any of these still work, but the spies reported in on ways to watch the Cherry Magic movie (2022) with Eng Subs: BiliBili | Website I liked it, not as much as the original, solid 8/10 from me. Again no kissing, these actors must be expensive. Still with Thailand bringing the high heat with such consummate casualness these days (licking ass and taking names) there really isn’t much of an excuse anymore for no kisses. Even Korea has buckled. 

Gossip

Kpop boy group OnlyOneOf has collectively signed up to be in idol-based BL, Bump Up Business (based on a webtoon of the same name). They’ve been auditioning for this since Libido IMHO. You can watch me chronicle their BL MV series in this post. It’s from Idol Romance who will do sad and can do good kisses (Wish You, Nobleman Ryu, Once Again, Kissable Lips, Poongduck 304, Tasty Florida, Tinted With You). More info here. 

HIStory 5 is coming! Office BL + time travel. “A cheerful and energetic senior student from 2000 travels to the future (2022), works as a deliveryman, and meets his first customer, an heir with a domineering personality.” Nancy Chen to direct (HIStory 4, Papa & Daddy).

Next Week Looks Like This:

Starting up: 

Nov 18: I Will Knock You (Thai Fri Gaga) A college kid & tutor confronts the leader of a gang who then turns out to be his next student. Bad boy/good boy + sunshine/grumpy, + younger seme pairing, bully romance. Adapted from korean_rabbit's y-novel of the same name, directed by Champ (2gether).

Nov 19: GAP the series (Thai Sat YT) - 12 ep office set GL. WATCH IT! GL and this studio need our support. 

Nov 2022 still to come?

Nov 24: Happy Ending Romance (Korea Thurs Gaga) stars Karam (The Boss), Ha Jong Woo, and Leo (VIXX). Formerly Happy Ending Outside the Fence - thank fuck they changed the damn title.  

Nov 26: 609 Bedtime Story (Thai Sat WeTV) - another OhmFluke vehicle that’s rumored to be a good story. A one night stand leads to a series of mysterious premonitions and a possible parallel universe.

Nov ??: My School President (?? GMMTV YT) tester trailer here - it’s Love Sick + Korea & Japan's influence.

This Week’s Return of the Shirt of Shame 

Work From Heart wasn’t enough? You had to put it on the prettiest boy in the world? (Ghost Host, Ghost House) 

This week’s best moments?

Oops indeed. 

This weeks earworm: MCND #mood

(last week)

Note: I’m off to France and then Australia, as ya do, so posting may be odd and sporadic and strangely timed. Don’t get excited, it’s work, I mostly get to see the insides of hotels. 

[andydrysdalerogers]

Undercover ~ Epilogue

Pairings: Jake Jensen and OFC Samantha Matthews

The Losers have made it back to their families and are out. Well, almost. A threat against the British crown needs to be handled and the CIA has tapped the Losers for one final mission. And they are sending in Jensen.

Jake Jensen hasn't been a civilian in years but now he's undercover to find out why his target is where he is and who he's after.

Enter Sam, someone who Jake doesn't expect and well, he didn't know he was looking for.

Can Jake handle his mission and falling in love? Especially when the truth leads to a bigger mission than expected?

*~* A Jake Jensen Story *~*

Author's note: I'm so sad to be saying goodbye to Jake and Sam.

The playlist is available on Spotify.

cover photo by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Warnings: angst, death, smut, and a bunch of stuff a can’t say because it gives away the plot!

Previous: Chapter Sixteen - Royally Screwed

Story Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Please note that I do not give permission for my work to be translated, reposted, or published anywhere other than my Tumblr. Reblogs are most welcome though!

Five Years Later... 

“Your Royal Highness, your guests have arrived.”  

“Cool thank.” Prince Jake had finally gotten used to the formal address with the staff. It was still a trip that he was a prince. Everyone called him “Your Royal Highness” or “Sir”.  His in-laws call him Jacob, much to his annoyance. He was only called that by his own family when he was in trouble.  But Sam, Sam still calls him Jakey.  

“Jakey, are they here?” 

“Yeah Princess. I’m gonna go get them.” Jake stood up and pressed a kiss to her nose. “Stay here, relax.” He walked over to the front foyer of Clarence House, the home that Anthony had gifted them when they got married almost four and a half years ago.  

Jake didn’t want to wait for another year after his invocation ceremony.  Sam’s parents, along with Anthony’s wife, Queen Elizabeth, planned everything out with Sam. They had a small church ceremony in Manchester, followed by a modest reception.  Jake’s family, including his cousin Savannah and her family made it out for the wedding.  Sam had forgotten to warn her brother that Jake’s cousin in law was famous.  

“You are now related to Chris Evans?” Anthony asked as he watched his wife fangirl a little.  

“Did I not mention that?” Sam smiled.  She had her moment when they had met ages ago.  Since that time, she and Savannah had become close, and she had asked her to be her bridesmaid, along with Aisha.  The Evans children served as flower girls and ring bearer.  Jake had been sweet and asked Clay and Chris to be his groomsmen after Pooch and Cougar especially, refused to participate.  

As Jake approached the door, he could hear arguing.  “He’s so important he has to have a guard.” Jake smiled as he heard Pooch complain. 

“I don’t think its about Jake, more Samantha,” Clay replied.  “Be respectful.” 

“I am respectful.” Jake heard a snort that could only come from Cougar. “Shut up Cougar.” 

“Y’all know its rude to argue in the home of a prince, right?” He called out as he leaned on the door frame.  

Pooch grinned, “not when you’ve know the prince for 15 years.”  

“Hey Poochy, nice to see you.”  He gave Pooch’s wife and son a kiss and a hug in greeting. He bro-hugged Cougar before he turned to his former commanding officer.  “Colonel,” he said to Clay, with a cheeky smile.  

“Don’t call me that,” Clay replied and pulled Jake into a hug. “Sorry Aisha couldn’t make it.”  

“You have a newborn at home, I get it.”  Jake shrugged, “I mean, I don’t get it, not yet anyways, but I get it.” He smiled.  “She’s excited to see you all.  Follow me.”  

Jake walked them through their home. “Nice digs Jake,” Pooch says as he carries his son through the home.  

“Thanks, I guess Harold’s father built it for his wife when he was Duke of York.” Jake shrugged. “I just like we got a pool.”  

They enter the great room where the room is decorated in Avengers characters.  A little boy runs to Jake and jumps into his arms. Jake scoops him up.  “Uncle JJ, where you be?” The little boy asks.  

“Been, dude, been.  And I went to get some friends.” The little boy looked over. “Uncle Clay!” He squirmed until Jake put him down and he ran into Clay’s arms.  

“Hello, Your Royal Highness,” Clay said as he cooed at the boy.  “How’s my Charlie doing?” 

“Good, it's my birthday!” 

Anthony and Elizabeth had Charles Jacob William Clayton about two months after Jake’s invocation. The new Prince of Wales was beloved by everyone.  The only one who didn’t seem to care was his younger sister, one year old Charlotte, who was more interested in her teething ring than her brother at the moment.  

“Hi guys!” Sam carefully stood up, her nine month belly covered in a baby blue maternity dress.  

“Look at you mamacita,” Cougar said with a kiss on the cheek.  “Beautiful.”  

“Hey mama,” Pooch said.  

“Your Royal Highness,” Clay said with a wink. “How are you, Sam?” 

“Good, ready to get this kid out.” She placed a hand on top. “Three more weeks.”  

“Got the maternity bag and snacks ready,” Jake said, an arm around his wife’s waist.  

“Yes,” Sam rolled her eyes, “heaven forbid we forget the snacks.”  

“I would argue with you about the sarcasm, but I would also like to live,” Jake said.  He pressed a kiss to her temple.  “We’re ready to go if this little one makes an appearance early.”  

“Do you know what you are having?” 

“Nope.” Jake grinned as Sam sighed. “We couldn’t come to an agreement. Played rock, paper, scissors to decide and I won,” he said proudly.  

“And now I had to do the nursey up in neutral colors,” Sam grumbled. She sighed and smiled.  “Any way, drinks are along the back wall. If you need something stronger, ask Lawrence in the back.” She pointed to a butler.  

“Clay!” Anthony came up to the group greeting as they moved around the room.  Sam kept walking around, being a good hostess for her nephew/godson’s birthday.  The relationship between her and her brother had improved. Anthony drew Sam in on matters of state, wanting her to be ready to lead if needed. He made an effort with Jake and Sam was in the room when Charlie was born.  

As she got ready to bring the cake out, she felt a twinge in her back.  She stood up straight for a second, but the pain didn’t return.  She shook it off and kept moving about the room.  About twenty minutes later, another pain seared across her belly, causing her to gasp. “Jake,” she said shakily.  

“Yeah baby, what's...” he stopped dead as Sam curled over a bit, grimacing in pain.  “Uhh...” 

“Jake, I think I’m having contractions.” She reached out for her husband and grasped his arms.  

“But, its three weeks away.” Jake was stunned. “We still have time and...” 

“Jake!” Clay stepped in. “Snap out of it. Sam, look at me.” She turned her head.  “It’s gonna be ok.  Where is your bag?” 

“Its upstairs by the door of our room,” she said with huffs of pain.  

“Cougar, Pooch, get him to snap out of it.”  

“Sweetheart,” Harold came in as the team moved. “What is going on?”   

“Papa, I think I’m in labor and my husband is standing in front of me like an idiot.”  Jake still hadn’t moved, his jaw moving like a fish. 

“I’ve got it,” Clay said, running down the stairs with her suitcase. “Let’s get you to the hospital.”  He turned to see Pooch and Cougar playing rock, paper, scissors.  “What the fuck?” 

“What?” Pooch said. “We think he needs a slap in the head to make him conscious again. Trying to decide who gets the honor.”  

“For fuck’s sake.”  Clay went up to Jake and snapped his fingers.  Jake jumped and looked at Clay.  “Jensen, your wife is in labor, you need to move.”  

Jake looked from Clay to Sam and back before he said, “oh shit. I need the bag and the snacks and...” 

“Ok Jake, relax I’ve got the bags and the RPS is going to take you to St. Mary’s.  We’ll be right behind you.”  

“Ok, alright. Let’s go Princess. Time to have a baby!” 

“Really Jacob, I didn’t notice.”  

Jake looked at Clay.  “I’ll explain later.”  

Twelve hours later, Harold, Jake’s parents and the Losers were sitting in the waiting room, when they heard a door open.  Everyone looked up and saw Jake walk out wearing scrubs and holding a little bundle.  

“Everyone, I’d like you to meet David Harold Clay Jensen-Davenport. My son.”  

Everyone gave their congratulations as they looked on to the newest member of their family.  “How is my daughter?” Harold asked.  

“Tired but in love.  They are helping her take a quick shower and then everyone can visit.”  He looked down at his baby boy and kissed his forehead.  “I love you son,” he whispered.  

Later on, after everyone had left and it was just the new family of three, Jake laid next to Sam on the bed as she fed Davy. “He’s perfect,” she said.  

“Of course, he is,” Jake said.  “He was baked by you.” He kissed her temple.  “Thank you, Princess.”  

“For what?” 

“For taking on a Loser and making him the happiest guy in the world. I love you Sam.”  

“I love you Jake. Always.”  

The End 

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T R A P S O U L

42!Miles x fem!OC

Last Part of the 42!Miles x fem!OC series

WC:947

The upbeat rhythm of Bob Marley’s Could You Be Loved played through the speaker as a breeze blew from the open window by the bed.

Both teens were positioned on Harmony’s twin sized bed. Miles in between her legs with her hands in his hair, gently taking out the overgrown braids.

They could hear the cars driving past on the busy streets and the occasional kid yelling with joy followed by the sound of a ball bouncing.

The room glowed orange as the sun was beginning to set. Shadows from the vines around Harmony’s wall were casted on the beige walls and decorations.

They sat in silence as the smell from the kitchen wafted in through the open door. Miles’ stomach growled loudly causing Harmony to giggle.

“What’s funny, ma?”

He asked with a smile on his face. It felt nice to relax and bask in the times he got to spend with her.

Harmony shook her head as she finished taking out the last braid and ruffled his hair. She found his hair pretty, even with the dried gel flakes that decorated the dark hair.

The song ended and changed to another Bob Marley song.

Harmony’s favorite.

Is This Love

Miles got up and looked in the mirror to examine his hair.

“Look at how long my hair got.”

He said excitedly as he stretched a piece of his hair. It went past his collar bone.

“I see it, babes. It’s pretty.”

He watched her get up and stretch, relieving the pain of sitting in the same position for so long.

“What?”

Harmony asked, cocking her head to the side with a look of confusion. Miles looked like he was stuck. The orange glow from the setting sun made her skin shine a golden color, her eyes looked brighter and the shadow on her cheeks from her lashes made Miles’ breath get caught in his throat.

Is this love that I’m feeling?

Is this love? Is this love? Is this love?

He walked towards her and looked down at the Haitian girl. She was beautiful.

She is beautiful.

Miles took her hands in his and slowly spun her in a circle then tilted her back, nearly dropping her on the floor.

Harmony let out a laugh with Miles following.

They danced to the beat of the music around her room, careful not to step on the few pairs of shoes that littered the floor.

She is the foundation for his conception of Love.

When he thinks of what a black woman should be.

Its her.

Harmony Khelani Jones.

He would give her the clothes off of his back just to see her smile.

He would sacrifice anything for her.

Because without her, the sun didn’t shine. Her eyes can look through his soul.

She was all he knew.

If you asked Miles what the highs felt like. He would say her.

She reminded him of the color blue.

Miles Gonzalo Morales was in love with Harmony Khelani Jones.

“Hijo?”

Rio called from the doorway, with Harmony’s father behind her.

They watched as their kids danced away in their own little world. Brian looked at Rio and stretched out his hand.

“May I have this dance, my beautiful sister in law.”

The older woman laughed, memories of him saying the same thing at her and Jeff’s wedding appeared in her mind.

Him and Jeff were best friends and Brian took Rio under his wing and looked out for her like an older brother. Much like Aaron did.

“Of course.”

Rio placed her hand in his with a smile.

A real smile.

Everything seemed to fall into place. Everyone was happy and didn’t have a worry in the world.

“Hey when did you guys join in?”

Miles greeted with a smile on his face as he spun Harmony around in a circle.

They both looked ecstatic and carefree. Both of them living in the moment.

“We just joined in.”

Brian answered. His eyes squinted as he smiled.

“The more the merrier. Right hermosa.?”

Harmony took in the environment around her.

“Right, bèl”

Harmony looked happy.

She was happy.

Miguel found a way for her to stay in this universe.

There was nothing for her in Earth 1610. Except for Miles and his family.

After much fighting and arguing, they came to the realization that Miles from Earth 42 wasn’t the bad guy, not even close.

Like stated before, he was still Miles. Just the Prowler. But on this Earth, he was a vigilante in New York. He just wanted some peace and protection for his mother since his father was gone.

He was the same Miles that spanned across the different dimensions. The same dorky shy kid that loved to draw and loved music. He only had his guard up in this dimension. He grew up in a different environment compared to the New York Harmony and Miles was used to, but he was the still dorky kid that Harmony knew and loved.

Miles thought as he watched from the window as Harmony threw her head back in laughter when Miles picked her up and spun around.

He missed her more than anything.

He also loved her more than anything, and realized it after the painful truth that she wasn’t coming back.

In his opinion.

She was like trapsoul.

A genre of her own.

Her own unique sound that blended with two clashing aesthetics.

Two different people, with different stories.

The two strangers that were put in random predicaments. Each with a soul so they could make their own choices and live with it.

Two strangers that she both complemented so well.

She was the definition of Trapsoul.

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[cyrusthedragon]

If you're miraxus and bicksanna fan, STOP FUCKING SCROLLING, i need to share smth!

Foreword:

I've been thinking about it for a while now so hell I know I'm freaking delulu ok but here is the thing: I like thinking about miraxus children who can do horrible things just because they have a holy amount of magic and can't control it properly yet. They're just children (I like thinking about miraxus having three kids, first girl, second son, and third girl) and it's kinda normal for them, but the third one...

The youngest daughter, fuckin' smoothie of her parents, multiplied by each other, is a DISASTER with a big no-no for magic. No magic 'till your eighteen birthday, young lady.

And there are little elements:

Since the middle and oldest are powerful (sister with thunder dragon slayer magic from her father, and brother with satan soul from his mother), the third one has everything IN ONE. UPGRADED. The mix of satan/transformation magic (pretty powerful on its own) and lightning magic gave her almost unlimited stamina and all abilities to change her magic by, for example, transforming it into speed, and being herself like lightning.

But that's not what I wanna say.

What I do want to say is that what if one day, examining her own powers, little brat will go too far and fuckING BREAK THE SPACE AND TIME CONTINUUM, so there we have a situation my brain is thinking about a whole month for now:

Mirajane and Laxus are on their fully deserved vacation, taking a break from their children, leaving them in the care of Uncle Bickslow and Aunty Lisanna.

With older siblings everything is fine, they almost are grown-ups, so they can take care of themselves and just chill or even take a few missions to deal with, it's normal for them, they're pretty skillful.

So the only thing Lisanna and Bickslow need to be worried about THE THIRD LITTLE PIECE OF SH- the third ten years old babygirl, with the angelic face of her mother, and the fucked up attitude of her father, brat it is.

Older ones do usually go on missions together, so the youngest is just with her uncle and aunt, but, if Lisanna is Responsible and Careful, Bickslow... poor man is doing his best, especially with the fem version of Laxus, who just doesn't really care about pretending to be a nice girl since mommy and daddy are no longer around and can't scold her (mommy) or make fun of her (daddy) for being rude.

And thinks now she can do whatever she wants.

Matter of fact, she is doing whatever she wants.

And she really, badly wants to know how fast she can run from her auntie and uncle, using her lightning magic to speed her up.

Turns out, she can be really fast.

They can't even come close to her speed.

Not to mention chasing and catching her.

So fast that suddenly the guild changes in front of her eyes, the familiar faces of guild mates, uncles, and aunties become younger, and someone even turns into a child.

Master Makarov didn't change tho.

And now Auntie Aska is a child, as well as Uncle Romeo is, Uncle Natsu and Auntie Lucy younger and without their wedding rings, Auntie Erza too, and her momma is...HERE?!

She did not quite understand what had happened, but seeing the shocked faces of the people in the guild, silently staring at her as if she were an alien when she was pretty sure she was human...Told her that she accidentally did something she didn't mean to.

Something for what not just daddy, but mommy too will definitely officially ban magic on her.

'The fuck just happened?..' she heard that familiar voice and faced her own father, looking much, much younger than she ever saw him, and then her mother's voice answered quietly in that still shocked silence: 'I... don't think, I know... Who are you, baby?'

So.

Now her auntie Lisanna and uncle Bickslow need to bring her home from another timeline, cus she accidentally broke the laws of physics and Moved Into the Past Thirty Years Ago.

Without dragging her older siblings into that.

Otherwise, their parents would be really...really mad.

You don't want to see Mirajane Strauss and Laxus Dreyar mad.

You don't want to see Mirajane Strauss and Laxus Dreyar mad cuz you didn't keep an eye on their children.

Ouuff...

That's all.

Thanks for your attention. I JUST NEEDED TO SAY IT. NOW I'M FREE. FINALLY. *ugly crying*

Check the tegs

[loorain]

Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - Home Stretch

As Sigrid and Robin's wedding is now days away (yes, it's finally happening!), Sigrid heads to the venue to do some final checks to make sure everything is in order. Anya, ever the supportive sister-in-law and major help in the planning process, meets her to do one last check of the space.

Anya: Ah, been a minute since we've been here, huh?

Sigrid: I'm just glad we found this place. All thanks to you of course.

Anya: Well I know some things about wedding planning. Of course I have to use my learned skills to help my sister! Thank goodness you have me too, Robin would be so lost trying to do any of this stuff.

Sigrid: I'll admit he's been a bit naive to this whole wedding planning thing. It's nice to have your help. I just hope everything is coming along inside.

Anya: Well there's only one way to find out! After you, bride-to-be!

Anya and Sigrid make their way inside, taking a good look at the reception space which is looking very nice as things are being set up for the big day.

Anya: Another wedding happened here just yesterday so they're still switching things out, but this is looking very nice so far!

Sigrid: I agree! These vibes are perfect. Looks like everything is coming along in here. Can't wait to see the final result.

They take a good look around the reception space, making notes about the room and anything they may need to follow up on to make sure everything's perfect for the big day. Then, as they finish up they make their way to the ceremony room.

Anya: Wow...

Sigrid: Tell me about it...

Anya: I know we picked out this space for this reason, but... wow. This is beautiful.

Sigrid: It's perfect.

Anya: Is it starting to feel real?

Sigrid: It is... felt like this day would never come, to be honest. When I got pregnant with the twins, it felt like my life was being written for me and I was just having to go along for the ride. I love being a mom, but it doesn't mean it's been easy. But finally, something that I've really wanted for myself is coming true.

Anya: It is. You're finally marrying my blockhead brother.

Anya can't help but giggle to herself a little, watching as Sigrid admires the space as if she's not even there anymore. Sigrid imagines her future with Robin and their family, and her heart swells. Through it all, she knows that life has been leading her to this moment. Things seem brighter, and Sigrid feels at peace, albeit also a little flirty thinking about her love.

After finishing up at the venue, the two head to the next-door karaoke bar for a simple cocktail, Anya's treat. It allows them time to unwind, go over wedding plans, and bond deeper.

Anya: ...Trust me, married life has its ups and downs, but it's also so lovely. And you and Robin have literally the most perfect love story in the world, like, nauseatingly cute, and he's head-over-heels for you, so I'm sure things will be fine.

Sigrid: How did you know Haru was for you?

Anya: It was difficult. I really didn't know for a long time. I was involved with him and another guy for a while, but not really committed strongly to either of them. Then I got pregnant with Colt, and all of a sudden our paths were permanently intertwined. He was ready to go all in, but I felt the pressure coming in from all sides, and honestly, I choked. I had Colt, but I immediately gave him to Haru and said I couldn't be the mother he needed at that time. I didn't even really start getting to know my own son until he was a child. Still, through it all Haru always expressed his desire to be with me and to bring our family together under one roof. I was so focused on my career, and a kid and husband threatened to upend everything I worked towards.

Sigrid: But...?

Anya smiles softly, recalling her past.

Anya: But... over time... I realized I was running from my own destiny. I was afraid of not living up to the expectations I put on myself. That I wouldn't be a good mother like mine was to me. That I had failed her by following in her footsteps in becoming a teen mom. That I had completely screwed up my life simply because I was angry at the universe that it had taken her from me. In reality, being a mom, wife, and successful actress were all things I was made to be together.

Sigrid: I know what it's like to feel lost after the loss of a parent. I lost both of mine way too soon. Not to mention two of my siblings. It's always felt like life was happening to me, and I wondered if things would ever go the way I want them to. Getting pregnant so soon was not the plan, but the moment Robin expressed such excitement about being a dad, and when we saw them on that screen for the first time, I knew this was my path, as rocky as it may be.

Anya: Robin loves you. He has since the first time he met you all those years ago when he was just a dorky teenager. And now he's a dorky man.

Both Sigrid and Anya laugh.

Anya: No, but seriously, my brother is wonderful. He's a simple guy, and all he's wanted in life is to create the family Armani lost too soon. He idolizes his dad, and for good reason. He was amazing. He even became the dad I needed. After all, it was him that walked me down the aisle. My father came and gave some general congrats, but that was it. He was never there for me. Armani filled that void as best as he could, and he tried to fill it when that void grew stronger after my mom died. It wasn't always enough, but that's a lot to put on one sim. Despite this, he did his very best, and Robin has always intended to do the very same. I know my brother is a bit naive at times and maybe a bit too idealistic, but his passion for dreaming is what led him to you, and it's led both of you to this moment.

Sigrid: I love Robin. I do. I love our family. I love that you all have let me into your lives so warmly.

Anya: You're my sister. I'm always going to be here for you, and so will everyone else. We want the best for both of you.

Sigrid sighs.

Sigrid: Guess this is really what my life has always been leading up to.

Anya: Well, cheers to life taking us right where we need to be.

Sigrid smiles.

Sigrid: Cheers to that.

[amidst-wonderland]

{random nora + michael (ft. george + rosie) headcanons}

[part one] + [part two]

nora calls her english friends "hen" even if they're a few years older than her. like, esme, ada & gina but she wouldn't dare dream of doing it to her scottish friends who are older than her.

people in a past have assumed that nora was jack's wife when they moved to the us. what didn't help was michael and nora's son being called "jack" (named after john shelby) which resulted in nora wanting to call him ian instead. it didn't catch-on.

nora has a tattoo. it's a small rose at the bottom of her back. it was given to her by one of sabini's bartenders that eilidh swore fancied nora.

nora's got a few different nicknames:

michael calls her nonie the mcleod's call her nory esme calls her red john calls her trouble (alec is also partial to that)

nora calls michael ‘gray’ (she’d started it before they got married) and it seemed to just stick.

not having any cultural traditions really bothered nora now looking back on her wedding day and as someone who has a passion for colours, clothes and patterns she hated how bloody bland her wedding was.

     “never liked these ‘hings.” nora idly gestured picking at the leftover chicken george didn’t want to eat. “didnae even like ma ain.”      esme softly winces at the memory of nora’s rather disastrous wedding day. a pregnant nippy eighteen-year-old, johnny dogs mediating and polly's vulture-like dotting on the scottish girl making sure her future daughter-in-law couldn’t do a runner, did not make for an easy morning of.      “at least am no up the spout at this one but gray’s naewhere to be seen as-fucking-usual.”      “hardly an ideal situation – mine wasn’t any better. john ended it sleeping in the allotment.”      “alec’s wis nice. hid the auld traditional shite ah felt lit ah needed tae hiv – faither ae the bride, ceilidh and haundfasting ‘though didnae shed a tear over nae blackening. jane fucking stunk fir days, apparently.”

gina removed the ruby from nora's lighter (nora assumed it fell out due to its age) and years later gave her it back in a necklace for her birthday.

nora didn't end up selling john's rings to move out of the pub. she just stashed them away for emergencies.

[this] is modern!nora's wedding dress, just a little bit of a more fluffy, whimsical skirt

when they move into a bigger house in glasgow the kids, rosie more-so struggle to sleep in their own beds, let alone their own room as they've been sharing a bed with nora for the past five-years.

when rosie was born, colin bought his granddaughter a copy of 'winnie-the-pooh' and the sequel every subsequent birthday they released.

when the kids were a little older they'd play pretend and preform small plays from their books for a highly amused drunk crowd of their parents. rosie's favourite is always peter pan, and the seven-year-old likes making it clear to her cousins that, "my mum did the play so i get to be tinkerbell and katie has to be mrs. darling because she's ginger, like mum." (it helped that she was the youngest and the easiest to lift, so nobody really objected to their little cousin bossing them around.) the boys were just happy to smack each-other with wooden swords in the 'pirate fights'.

i have literally nowhere else to put this so here's modern!nora and teen rosie after she gets in trouble at school. (george's gone to uni to do an english degree and michael's in the us so she's acting out a bit):

     “oi, ah heard aff mrs morrison in the landin’ you gave that chantelle lassie a right thumpin’ oan yer lunch.” nora pulled her daughter off to the side by the wrist, “why?”      “wrong place, wrong time.”      “y’know i’d believe that pish fae yer uncle, yer faither and mebbe yer brother, but no you; no ma rosie.”      the teen scoffed, “that’s not very forward thinking of you mum, it’s the twenty-first century, lassie-“      “-rosie,” nora laughs, “don’t take this the wrang way hen, but you’re a lazy wee shite at the best ah times. you don’t dae nuthin’ fir nuthin’.”      “i’m a big girl now, puberty changes-”      “-wrap it hen, whit she say?”      “mum, its fine.”      “rosalin.”

polly and rosie are inherently alike and share a lot of similar traits but polly also has quite the soft-spot for george (although esme's convinced it's just unresolved projection).

nora still feels like george's protector in comparison to rosie. he won't take nonsense from the boys in school but he's pretty quiet compared to his peers and prefers his own company and she knows the type of trouble boys in the area get into, especially mcleods.

[murdermusicandmagic]

I live reacted to my first watch of Succession by writing in my notes app. I had to split season 4 into 3 parts, here is part 1:

i want logan to suffer and die

is it random fuck? bridget random fuck? kerry don’t PLAY

the zoom on shivs face oh she’s GOING to lose it

i mean shiv and tom were fucked from the start but it hurts to see it and i sense that it is not going to stop hurting 

oh willa looks GOOD

tom is such a fucking parasite he’s gonna leech off logan right to the top and fuck his wife and brothers in law

tom and shiv with the trial separation oh babes

kerry gonna be their new stepmother at this rate

“you can pop it back in your mouth now”

WACKY TABACKY

“so you blamed it on her. you’re so gallant.”

“it’s a sad sad day when love dies”

dude i forgot how fucking crazy the pierces are what the fuck

IM FUCKING CRYING “you scare the life out of folks that’s your thing you’re scaring me right now and that’s why i don’t even know what to do”

tom in the corner on the phone with nan, HORRIFIED

it is so fucking sad to me that after all of logan’s kids have basically abandoned him, tom is still there. 

logan forcing tom to call shiv. im going to kill myself

“do you really want to get into a full accounting of all the pain in our marriage? because if you do, i can do that.” DAMN

she doesn’t want to hear all that not because she doesn’t want to communicate with him, but because she knows. she knows what he’ll say and she knows what she did and they did and it’s just too late. 

holy fuck tom and shiv.

HERE’S THE THING THOUGH? HERE’S THE THING. That scene with Tom and Shiv? Episode ONE. Episode one! We have NINE episodes to go holy fuck

is kendall on drugs what is he doing with that bouncy ball 😭 

“it’s like if santa claus was a hit man”

shiv called tom bitch boy

ITS LIKE JAWS BUT IF EVERYONE IN JAWS WORKED FOR JAWS

they’re all dicks can they be nice to connor 😭 

“i could give you a kiss from here”

connor and kendall giving Rome identical looks of disappointment

PLEASE GOD LET ME SEE SHIV DO KARAOKE

kerry just EVISCERATED greg LMFAO

logan is fucking EVIL. making roman break the news to gerri??

greg jealous that tom has other gregs <3

fineee *roman echoing fineeee* i’ll be the wedding grinch 

oh

 holy 

  fuck

the way ken nods at shiv YES he wants her to come with him

THEYRE HOLDING HANDS IM GONNA FALL APART

how perfect. this isn’t a season finale, it’s episode 3. life goes on. 

all three of them hugging each other. i’m in shambles

so apparently they filmed the thirty minutes of the siblings initial reaction in one long take but ultimately decided to intercut it with matthew macfadyen’s lines on the plane, which i do wish they hadn’t done because i fucking LOVE a long take but god. that was incredible. jeremy kieran and sarah were fucking INCREDIBLE. Phenomenal. masterpiece. i am SO GLAD i’ve watched this unspoiled because even tho there’s not a lot of spoil worthy events, i NEVER fucking saw that coming. holy shit. 

roman immediately ditching shiv when tom comes down the stairs 

“and you said i like it all” god i cannot WAIT for them to have it out.

im still just thinking about connor’s wedding. how shiv just immediately broke down sobbing. how none of them knew what to do. how they didn’t tell jeremy where to find sarah in the crowd of extras so when he goes out to tell her, he’s legitimately searching for her. how they just,,,don’t know. they don’t know if he’s gone or if he can hear them or what, and they’ll never know and now he’s dead and it’s done and wasn’t it all so pointless anyway? and now shiv is pregnant and her dad will never get to meet her child and she’s sad about that even though he probably would have been horrible to his grandchild because he was horrible to his other grandchildren and also his children but they loved him anyway. GOD i wish i was dead episode 3 was so good. 

[blackleopardgirl]

  Does he ever just sit there and feel even the tiniest bit like a loser? He isn’t even motivated by God, he isn’t religious regardless of what he says, he has friends but I doubt that they’re motivating friends who are also striving for goals. He plays video games but I don’t think its too much of a problem, plus I play video games too and it doesn’t affect my life. He works and that’s amazing, but he isn’t going to go* anywhere with that job. He just works, pays bills, and then plays video games, occasionally he’ll go out with friends, but then he still chooses to go to places like strip clubs and bars/night clubs. He has friendships from high school and then he tries to re-kindle them and then they last for 2 months randomly and the guys all fall out again and never speak to each other. Clearly a sign that they aren’t meant to be friends then, and then he has been hanging out with CJ lately during the day? That’s nice, Cj seems nice. 

  He has his car and he works on cars but he isn’t motivated to start dating seriously, but he’s still living in his traditional household where his family wants him to find a woman from his culture and get married, with the giant traditional wedding and everything, he told me. He told me that they also want him to have kids soon, which he CLEARLY won’t be doing that anytime soon, look at what he’s motivated by? Or the lack OF motivation I should say. I just don’t know how you can keep living like this, so stagnant and unmoving. 

  He doesn’t travel, go anywhere, have any dreams or goals for himself, he’s just living everyday like everything is fine with no hobbies or future goals to look forward to. It’s sad. And then he SAYS that he wants a wife and kids someday but obviously he isn’t looking for a woman. He even told me that he doesn’t see himself getting married to a woman from his culture from our state because: 1. They don’t represent his home country & he hates them all. 2. He won’t go ‘on a hunt for a wife’ back home because he isn’t motivated to do so 3. He just doesn’t care about being a husband that much right now. 

He says what’s important to him, but then his actions always show something entirely different. That’s why I find him and the life that he lives to be so fascinating. He also lives with his mom, older brother and his sister in law. Which tells me that their job doesn’t pay well, he was working 2 jobs because the first one doesn’t make enough to pay the bills. Oh brother, there are so many issues with his life. I hope that he gets it together, but I especially can’t wait to see what happens with his life moving forward, I will be keeping tabs on him the best I can, he tends to not post about his life; probably because he isn’t proud of it and has nothing fun to post. 

[dollslayer]

Champagne Problems

Bartender!Bucky x Reader

Summary: When your ex-boyfriend makes a surprise appearance at your sister's wedding you find help from an unexpected source.

W/C: 4,642

Warnings: NO MINORS, Smut, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, swearing, alcohol consumption

A/N: Hey! I know it's been a minute (sorry), I wrote this for @saiyanprincessswanie's writing challenge using the bartender au! If you like this please reblog and comment and check out my other fics!! Cheers!

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You sighed internally before slapping on a smile for yet another group picture. Your bridesmaid dress was itchy and you already regretted spending the entire night in it, as the reception was just starting. But it was your sister’s day and you decided that if what she really wanted was for you to wear this itchy monstrosity to honor her wedding then damn it, you’d do it. So you leaned in close with the rest of the wedding party and posed some more.

When the photographer had finished with his photos you were ushered to the family table and wedged between your mother and your aunt. You mentally cursed your sister for seating you with them because they were going to spend the entire night trying to set you up with someone while simultaneously lamenting that you’d dumped your boyfriend of 4 years just a month earlier. Your mother wanted grandchildren so badly, you didn’t know why she couldn’t just settle to get them from your sister.

“Sweetheart, you and Steve were so good together though! Remember when he surprised you at Christmas with that puppy? I don’t know how you let a man like that go…” Your mom chided.

You grabbed the attention of a passing server and grabbed the champagne off their tray. If you were going to have this conversation again you needed liquid courage to do so. You downed it in three sips and your mom scoffed at you.

“Mom, we've been over this. I didn’t ask him to do that, we agreed we weren’t ready for a dog. Ugh, oh my god, anyways, we just didn’t work together. Sometimes things don’t work out, Mom. You’ll still get grandkids, just not from me.” You patted her on the shoulder but she just pursed her lips and looked past you to your aunt.

You wanted nothing more than to get wasted but you couldn’t do that to your sister. You wouldn’t get blackout drunk, but you were definitely getting drunk tonight. The reception was being held in a hotel and the wedding party had a block of rooms reserved so it’s not like you had to drive. You just had one thing to do before you did that.

The moment you’d been dreading had finally arrived, the toast. You held your freshly topped-off glass of champagne and brought your fork to it to get everyone’s attention. Someone handed you the mic and you hesitated before taking it and nervously cleared your throat.

By what you assumed could only be the grace of God you managed to deliver the perfect toast about finding the right person and soulmates and anything else you might find in a hallmark card with only minor stumbles. Everyone clapped and your brother-in-law wiped a stray tear and everyone finally dug into dinner. You just hoped that would mean your mother would be quiet about Steve for the next 20 minutes and then you could escape to the open bar.

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You almost made it through dinner scott-free and sat back to watch your sister’s first dance. Just when you thought you were in the clear it was your aunt that threw a wrench in your plans. She was three glasses of wine deep and had that glassy look in her eye when she grabbed your elbow and pulled you closer. She spoke to you in a low voice while trying not to fumble her words.

“Listen kiddo, I know your mom is hard on you about Stevie but she just wants what’s best for you. What you two had… it was so good even I liked him! I don’t like anybody y’know that. So.. so why don’t you jus’ give ‘im another chance, make your mom happy? Couldn’t be that bad, could it? Maybe he’ll even… surprise you”

You mentally blocked out her words halfway through her speech, hoping neither of you would remember it by the end of the night. Right now you just had to get her to stop so you could get away from the table. You didn’t think you could take one more second of being shamed for leaving Steve.

You smiled sweetly and nodded in understanding towards her words.

“I know, Aunt Linda. I know. Sometimes things happen, I love mom but I’ll find someone else.”

With that you patted her on the shoulder and took off in search of the bar.

There were two bars and you wanted to go to the less crowded one. Looking around you had spotted it just past the dancefloor and made a beeline. Weaving through the now open dance floor and escaping the invitations to join your family you finally made it and leaned heavily against the countertop with a sigh.

“Rough night?” Your eyes follow the gruff yet amused voice and find that it belongs to a very handsome man with a defined jaw, clear blue eyes, and long hair that was tied back.

You smiled and rolled your eyes.

“You don’t know that half of it. Nothing like a wedding to remind you how single you are” You joked.

“Ah. Yeah, that’ll do it. That’s rough. You look like you need a drink, what can I get you?”

“Dealer’s choice. Just no vodka.” You requested.

He smirked and nodded, perusing the lines of bottles that were in front of him. He bit his lip as he concentrated on what to make and you tried not to stare. You watched him get to work on your drink and couldn’t help but notice the way you could see his muscles move underneath his dress shirt.

He turned back around and proudly presented you with something fizzy in a highball glass.

“My own concoction, I even used the non-watered down liquor. Just for you” He says with a wink.

You try your best to hide your shy smile and accept the drink.

“Thank you, how sweet of you.” You tell him.

“It’s nothin’. So how’s a gal like you single? If you don’t mind my asking. Seems pretty impossible to me.”

You're caught somewhere between flattery and embarrassment and just hope it doesn't show on your face. You take a long sip of your drink and gear up to answer him.

“Well, I just got out of a 4 year relationship, actually. He’s really sweet but he always had a tendency to steamroll my needs and just do whatever he was going to do. Eventually that shit adds up.” You sigh.

“Like for example - last year we had talked about getting a dog and I said I wasn’t ready, we’re just both way too busy and then on Christmas day he shows up with this puppy! And then I’m the villain for telling him no! The puppy ended up going to a good home but he did stuff like that all the time. It just became too much. Anyways now my mom won’t get off my ass about leaving him.” You shook your head.

“A puppy? Wow, that’s… intense. That’s a lot, I’m sorry. You finish that drink and I’ll pour us both a shot” He laughed.

You nodded in agreement and downed the rest of the cocktail. He held up two shot glasses and extended one to you.

“A toast, to… wait. I don’t even know your name!”

His shoulders shook as he laughed and he answered you.

“I’m James but you can call me Bucky” You made a face at that.

“What kinda name is Bucky?” You asked before giving him your own name.

“Whatever, I’ve got two shots of tequila, you want one or not?” How could you say no?

“A toast,” You continued, “To you and your weird name, Bucky.”

He laughed and you clinked your glasses together, then against the counter before downing them in one go. You tried your best not to make a face and looked up at Bucky to find him extending you the lime chaser, which you took gratefully.

“Hoo… I could use like, 3 more of those to get through tonight. So, how’d you get into bartending?”

“I needed somethin’ to put me through school and I figured this beats stripping. Though, with some of the customers we get sometimes I’m not so sure”

You laughed at that and Bucky went on to tell you anecdotes of all the crazy people he’s had to serve, disastrous weddings, and the time he got a lapdance from the bride herself. You hadn’t even realized how much time had passed but you were enjoying talking to him, forgetting your mission to be drunk.

The two of you kept swapping stories and were getting to know each other a bit more. He let you vent about Steve and just listened, it was refreshing to talk to someone and not be told what it is that you should be wanting. When you pictured the night you didn’t picture yourself confiding in the bartender tonight but if you were honest you were enjoying yourself. It beat awkwardly dancing with your family and enduring more disappointed remarks from your family.

You had hoped you could hide out at the bar and spend the entire night unscathed when the double doors to the ballroom opened. Your heartbeat in your ears as time slowed down around you as a blond head of hair made its way through the archway. Your laughter died in your throat when Baby blue eyes found you across the room and you froze like a deer in headlights. No. Nononononono this isn’t happening.

Time has somehow come to a halt while simultaneously hurtling forward since you can’t get yourself unstuck from this moment yet fail to realize that Steve is now standing right in front of you. His hair is swept back perfectly and he flashes you that million dollar smile of his that shows off his dimples perfectly. You scold yourself for checking him out but damn did he always clean up nice.

“Hey, sweetheart” he says shyly, as if he’s not crashing your sister’s wedding to get with you.

“What…? What are you doing… here?” You ask quietly, trying to avoid a scene.

Before he can answer you your mom comes up behind Steve and squeezes his shoulders tight, all with a big, bright smile on her face. Of course. How did I not see this coming?

“You made it!” She exclaimed as she leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“Of course, sorry to have missed the ceremony but there’s still plenty to celebrate, right?” He asked with his signature boyish smirk.

Shock was still in full effect on your features as you stood stock still. But that shock was soon giving way to anger as you slowly pieced together everything that was happening. Your mom had brought back Steve to try and get you back together and Steve was steamrolling you again.

“I… I, can’t. I can’t-” You started

“Sweetheart, how many of those have you had? You need some water.” Steve motions to the drink in your hand and you feel the anger running through your veins about to take over. You have to move this out of the room. Now.

“Why don’t we move this to the hall?” You suggested quietly.

You didn’t give him a chance to respond before you started moving towards the exit but you did spare one last panicked glance towards Bucky. He looked confused and his brows were quirked in a way that made him look upset, almost. You sent him a pleading look before turning back around and preparing yourself to deal with this shitshow that had slowly unfolded before you.

Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out. Hold. You got this. Your hand begins to push the door open when Steve’s much larger one covers yours and gets the job done. An action that you once would’ve thought was sweet, one that you would’ve made you swoon, even, is currently pissing you off.

You two made your way to the hallway and you looked around before you started in on him.

“Okay, what the hell, Rogers? Crashing my sister’s wedding? Really?! I don’t give a shit if my mom put you up to this I-”

“Sweetheart, please. She thought you might be having second thoughts and maybe us seeing each other would… patch things up. We just want what’s best for you, sweetheart” Steve attempted to console you, reaching out to try and rub your arm but you pulled back.

“No! I am so sick of you running me over! You never listened to me or what I had to say and this is exactly why I broke up with you, Steve! You’re being so fucki-”

“Hey, babe, everything okay out here?” Bucky’s voice surprised you but not as much as his lips pressing a kiss into your hair and his arms wrapping around your waist.

You had to crane your neck to look back and up at him. It took all of two seconds for you to piece together what you’d hoped was the truth. Bucky raised his eyebrows at you as if to say “come on” and in all your desperation you went with it. You supposed that his formal uniform made him pass for a regular guest.

“I, ah, yeah, yes. Steve here was just leaving, right?” You asked him.

Steve raised his eyebrows in a stunned expression, mouth slightly open in disbelief. His hand reached out towards your shoulder but Bucky pulled you back gently.

“Doll, are you serious? Who even is this guy? Does your mom know about this?”

“No, she doesn’t. It’s… new…” You told him.

“Right,” Bucky cuts in, “It’s new so we weren’t telling anyone just yet but she figured I should at least be here for the reception”

“Seriously?” Steve scoffs, “Man bun? What does he have that I don’t? C’mon, you know what you and I have is real.”

“What you and I have is over, Steve. You never listened to me, always pushed me further than I was ready for. We’re done, it’s over. I’m sorry for whatever Mom told you”

Steve took a harsh breath inwards and you watched him try to decide whether he should walk away or blow up. Based off of the veins popping in his forehead, he was opting to blow up.

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re up to but-”

“She said it’s over, punk. Move along” Bucky cut in. He took a protective step in front of you and pushed his shoulders back, squaring up to Steve. Steve seethed quietly and you two exchanged very tense glances.

“I’m telling your mother about this. I doubt she’ll be happy to hear you brought some random person to your sister’s wedding.” Steve spat.

He walked past the two of you and bumped shoulders harshly with Bucky. Bucky’s jaw tensed and his grip on your waist tightened but he didn’t retaliate. Instead he took a step back to get a proper look at you.

“You okay?”

“Why did you do that? You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but you looked like you could really use the help.”

“Well… thank you. I appreciate it, more than you know. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t there.” You laughed to yourself a little and added, “We’re not even together 5 minutes and you already have all my emotional baggage”

Bucky laughed at that and shook his head.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. I’ve got some crazy exes too. So what now? You going back in?”

You became a little flustered at that but moved past it with a sheepish grin.

“No,” You shook your head, “I think it’s best for everyone if I just go up to my room and avoid a whole scene.”

“Well at least let me walk you up. I wouldn’t put it past that creep to follow you.”

“What about the bar?”

“We’re overstaffed and the party’s winding down anyways. They’ll get on without me”

“Alright then” You accepted and started off towards the elevators.

You two were standing in the elevator waiting for the doors to close when you spotted the doors to the ballroom open. Your mother was looking around, her face a picture of anger. Lucky for you the doors closed before she could look in your direction and you let out a sigh of relief.

“You know as far as fake boyfriends go I’d say you’re pretty good”

“Just good? C’mon I had that guy on the ropes.”

“Yeah alright,” You relented with a grin.

You exited the elevator car and made your way down the hallway until finally you reached your door. You fished your keycard out of your wallet and turned to Bucky.

“Hey… do you wanna… maybe come in? Hang out? I know you’ve got work but if you’re overstaffed maybe…” You trailed off. There was a beat of silence and you felt regret instantly, thinking you’ve asked too much of him. “Y’know what nevermind, you don’t have to, I’m sorry I-”

“I’d love to hang out with you, if you’re okay with that. Plus it’s probably better I wait to get back until the wedding’s over. Can’t really show my face as your boyfriend and then get back behind the bar, can I?” He said with a soft smile.

“Suppose you’re right,” You swiped the card and cracked open the door.

You stepped inside and felt like you could finally breathe again. You kicked off your heels and went to turn on the lights. You reached back to get the zipper of your dress but couldn’t quite get there.

“Will you get my zipper?” You asked Bucky. He nodded and came closer to you.

You could feel his warmth radiating from him when he was this close. Your nostrils filled with the heady scent of his aftershave. He smells so good. He unzipped you halfway and left the rest for you.

You thanked him and grabbed your change of clothes and headed to the bathroom. Relieved to finally be free of the itchy monstrosity of a bridesmaids dress you sighed and put on a tank top and pair of shorts. You realized the tank top showed a little more of your cleavage than intended but you shrugged it off and exited the bathroom.

Bucky’s eyes landed on you and he took a sharp breath in but tried to play it cool. It half worked, you caught him staring a little bit and giggled to yourself. When you looked at him again he was undoing his tie and the first two buttons of his shirt. Wonder what he’d look like if he unbuttoned just a few more… You stopped yourself in that line of thinking and joined him on the couch.

“I think your phone’s gonna zap itself into an early grave with the way it’s been going off” Bucky said as he pointed to your phone on the table.

You picked it up to find you had several missed calls from your mother, one from Steve, and one very long text message from him that was already inducing a headache. You opened it, forgetting you had read receipts on. Oops. You weren’t going to read this now in front of Bucky, so you shut it off and put it aside.

“So how are you feelin’?” He asked.

“Better now that I’m out that damned dress. As for my family, they'll get over themselves. I don’t know why who I’m dating is such a big deal to them anyways.”

“You do look more comfy now that you’ve changed. If you don’t mind me sayin’ you’re just as gorgeous now as you were all dolled up”

You felt heat flood your cheeks instantly and eked out a thank you. You and Bucky talked for an hour more or so and in that time you’d found yourself nodding off with your head on his chest. On instinct he brought your whole body closer to him and put his arm around you. If you were less sleepy you’d be embarrassed but right now you didn’t care.

Bucky had moved slightly and inadvertently jolted you awake. You shot up and realized that you’d cuddled your way into Bucky’s side and now the embarrassment was catching up with you. You instantly scooted back to give him some space.

“Sorry, I uh, didn’t mean to cuddle you” You said while avoiding his gaze.

You felt a hand on your thigh and finally looked up to find him smirking at you.

“I didn’t mind it. It’s getting late though, I should get back.”

You were slightly disappointed but nodded your head. You rose and followed him to the door. He went for the handle but turned around when you grabbed his hand. He stepped away from the door and was in your personal space. You looked up at him with a shaky breath.

“Thank you, again, for what you did. It was really sweet of you.” He smiled down at you and brought one hand to your face. Oh God, I didn’t prepare for this. Your heart was beating just a little harder as you looked into his clear blue eyes.

“For you? Anytime. I had a really fun time with you tonight.”

“Me too.”

With that his other hand came up to cup your face and he kissed you sweetly. It wasn’t until you kissed him back that he pulled away.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to, I don’t wanna make you uncomf-”

You grabbed him by the shirt collar and brought him in for another kiss. This time more demanding but just as sweet. He let out a small moan and you swear you could’ve melted. His tongue explored your mouth while his hands moved their way down your body and brought you even closer to him. You could feel that he was hard and it only made you want him more.

Without breaking the kiss you started to move backwards towards the bed until finally you were just at the edge of it. You broke apart for air and searched his eyes only to find his pupils blown wide in lust. You cupped him through his pants and he groaned. He was big. Maybe even bigger than Steve.

“We don’t have to do anythin’ you don’t want to do,” He breathed out. You shook your head and kissed him again.

“I want you, I’m sure.” You panted out.

“I don’t have a condom”

“Doesn’ matter, I’m on the pill” You told him. With that his hands were up your tank top and you’d helped him to remove it. He worked on his shirt next and while he fumbled with the buttons you took off the rest of your clothing.

Bucky was every bit as devastating as you’d thought he’d be and you let out a genuine sigh. His toned muscles rippled throughout his arms and torso and you watched him remove his boxers and you’re not entirely sure your jaw hadn’t dropped. He noticed you gawking and chuckled as he leaned down to join you on the bed.

“See somethin’ you like?”

He didn’t give you the chance to answer though, he pushed you backwards onto the bed and kissed you again, this time trailing his kisses all the way down your body. He stopped and took his time to admire each of your breasts, licking and biting your nipples. You’d gasped in surprise and pleasure. He moved his way down finally to your pussy and looked up at you.

“Can I? You could only nod and let out a shaky breath as you sat up on your elbows and watched him get to work. He kissed and caressed your thighs until finally his fingers were prodding at your entrance. He groaned at how wet you were and pushed two fingers in. You let out an obscene moan and your hands went into his locks. His tongue lapped at your clit before he sucked on it, all the while pumping his fingers in and out of you in search of your G-spot.

You’d pulled his hair out of his bun and guided his tongue where he needed to be. Finally getting the right angle you were whimpering in pleasure, back arched almost to a point of pain. He’d finally found the spot he’d been looking for and your eyes shut closed in pleasure.

“Please,” you begged, “Please don’t stop I’m so close”

You pushed his head harder against you and his fingers sped up. It was only a matter of moments until your toes were curling in pleasure and you writhed on the bed in the aftershock of your orgasm. Bucky continued to lap away at you until you pushed him off. He came back up to eye level with you and had a wolfish grin.

“Who knew you’d make such noises? God it was so hot”

You pulled him in for another kiss and reached down to grab his cock. You pumped it a few times before you moved down to return the favor when he stopped you. You looked up at him with brows pinched in concern.

“Don’ worry about me, I just wanna feel you”

He moved you beneath him and you spread your legs apart for him. You were still sensitive in your post-high when his tip brushed your clit but you didn’t mind the bolt of pleasure. He aligned himself with your entrance and looked you in the eye as he pushed all the way inside of you slowly. You let out an involuntary moan, trying to accommodate his full length.

“You good?” He asked.

“I’m good, you’re just...big” He smirked at that.

“Can I move or do you need a second?”

“No, you can move, please move.”

One hand on your hip and the other on your breast he started thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. You swore you could feel every bump and ridge of him with every inch he put into you. His pace picked up and he kissed the column of your neck, finding the one spot that drove you crazy. Your small mewls turned to full moans and he began fucking you harder.

“‘M not gonna last much longer” He told you. You didn’t say anything in response, just brought him in for another kiss and grabbed a handful of his ass to push him further inside you. He chuckled at that and took the hint.

He was going the hardest he had so far and you were holding on for dear life and loving every minute of it. His panting breaths were heavy in your ears and you reached down to toy with your clit so you’d cum together. His thrusts were getting a little sloppier and your hand moved faster, quickly approaching both your peaks. He let out an almost pornographic moan as he came, He fucked you through his orgasm and not a moment later you came for a second time. Your bodies melded together as you rode out the last waves of each other’s orgasms.

Finally Bucky stopped and held himself with one hand, trying to catch his breath. You were slightly dazed, trying to compute how your night had ended up like this. Bucky rolled over onto the bed and you felt the mess between your thighs. You looked over to him with a hazy smile.

“So, I know we’re doin’ things a little backwards here but, maybe I could take you out some time? If you want?”

Your smile grew even wider and your heart felt so light in this moment.

“I’d like that”

You didn’t know what tomorrow would hold or how to even begin cleaning up the mess with your family. You’d deal with it all in the morning, for now you’d just bask in the afterglow with your fake boyfriend and be grateful for chance meetings.

[anidalalover99]

Sola's Anniversary gift to Padme and Anakin.

Anakin and Padme Star Wars fanfic AU

* This fic has a mild intimate theme but its not explicit* - just thought I would put that out there.

"Padme, Anakin meet me in the living room for a moment", Sola quietly called to the young couple as they emerged from Padme's childhood room where two rambunctious toddlers finally slept. 

The Skywalkers were spending a weekend with Padme's family and that evening was their last before returning to Varykino. 

"Um, sure", Padme said.  

She and Anakin exchanged confused glances before following the eldest Naberrie sibling.

A fire still crackled softly in a hearth from over an hour ago when the whole family was  up having a cordial discussion.

Only small flames burned in a bed of embers as Sola flicked on a small light in the corner while carrying two bags. 

She sat across from her sister and brother - in law as the pair continued to watch her curiously and seated themselves on the sofa opposite Sola.

"What is going on? Padme asked. 

She interlaced her fingers with Anakin's and wrapped her other arm affectionately around his.  

"Now is a weird time to give us a present", Anakin commented, gesturing towards the items Sola had.  

A mischievous nature seemed to govern the  woman and she grinned, causing Anakin and Padme to stare at one another bewildered once more.

" I missed your 5 year wedding anniversary a few weeks ago because Darred and I had to go to Pooja's school about a project she did", Sola explained. 

"Then Ryoo had stomach poisoning from something she ate at school and had to be picked up early.

We were swamped with parenting. You know how it is with those adorable rascals of yours". 

The angelic faces of their son and daughter filled Anakin and Padme's minds and they smiled.

"Anyway," Sola continued, "I  bought you  a present to mark the occasion of your anniversary and to say sorry I missed it".

"Sola, you did not have to", Padme said.

"Anakin and I just spent the day with Luke and Leia  and had a pleasant dinner alone when mom came to watch Luke and Leia for us".

"Nonsense", Sola countered. She rose with a bag in each hand and dropped one on Anakin and Padme's lap. 

"You are my sister Padme  and you are a part of this family Anakin. I wanted to do something nice and besides, I think you two will really appreciate  these gifts. They complete a theme and so, keep that in mind when you open them".

Padme flashed her sister a questioning look, straightening her posture before she put her hand in the  bag. 

Anakin's mouth watered instantly at the cherry red and black lace lingerie set in his wife's hands. He raked his hungry gaze over the lace cups and thin lace panties.  Suddenly his sleep pants felt a little too snug for his tall frame and he shifted beside Padme all the while imagining how intoxicatingly beautiful she would look wearing the enticing piece.

"We like it thank you", he stated without another moment's hesitation. 

Padme however, flicked incredulous eyes toward Sola, who merely beamed, smug. 

The corset and panties were definitely tantalizing  and Padme wasn't surprised Anakin quickly approved.  She just remained shocked that her sister actually bought her something so sensual for private occasions between a married couple.

"Open yours ", Sola told the Jedi, ignoring her sister's reaction.

A thick ancient -looking book with a decorative print laid in Anakin's hold.  A silk red ribbon was tucked inside as the page holder. 

"Did you rob the Jedi Temple for this" he joked. He had not read the title yet and  only examined the book's appearance. 

But Padme leaned over to peek at what was written on the cover and Anakin, seeing her, followed suit. He and Padme sucked in a collective breath. 

Their jaws nearly touched the floor when  Anakin began turning a few random pages and a deep crimson hue colored their cheeks.

Sola's smile only grew as she registered the myriad of emotions displayed on their faces: shock, intrigue, curiosity and the ones she knew would eventually come, desire and anticipation.

When their gazes trailed up and down one another in a "particular manner", Sola knew  that she won them over and they were already considering putting the present to later use. 

As if she had been shaken out of a trance, Padme blinked and returned her attention to her sister.

" What on earth possessed you to give us something like this"? she asked.

" You don't like it?"

" Well no, I didn't say that", Padme assured. 

"I….."

Her mind drifted to one of the pages she and Anakin looked over and she immediately visualized herself with him in that same illustration. Her core ached in agonizing arousal and  her grip on Anakin's thigh tightened. 

He chuckled softly and regarded her again. 

He knew what she was thinking and he lightly squeezed her hand  before he resumed where he was in the book.

Where Sola was concerned though, Padme  hoped her body didn't betray her thoughts. But the smirk on Sola's face confirmed she knew too. 

Padme sighed. 

" I am concerned our children will find this",

she finally managed to get out.

"Hide it", was Sola's reply. 

"Darred and I conceal ours and Ryoo and Pooja have never found it". 

"Our children have high Force sensitivity because of their father", Padme tried to reason. 

"And that is on top of them already being twins and 2 years old.  Leia and Luke get into everything. 

Anakin has to keep finding new places to hide his lightsaber because they somehow always find it and if they accidentally ignite it….." 

"So you are saying, you don't want it", Sola said. 

"No", I just...don't know how to keep our children from finding it."

-"We will find a place for it", Anakin interjected. Padme was surprised he drew  his focus away from Sola's gift. 

"I promise we will find a spot my angel and our two little twin terrors will not find it", he insisted but Padme glared at him, unconvinced.

He drew closer to her and huskily whispered in her ear,"I know you want to keep this." Anakin snuck a swift sweep of his tongue behind her ear and kissed her pulse point. Padme mewled in response and Anakin beamed.

The Naboo senator chewed on her bottom lip hesitantly while casting another look down at the book. 

There was so much she and Anakin could do together. Deep down she knew parting with the book was simply out of the question. 

Padme finally nodded and buried her face in Anakin's shoulder as if  too shy to face her sister. 

Sola, witnessing the amusing and sweet interaction, cleared her throat.

"So is that a yes", she asked and Anakin answered for himself and Padme.

"Excellent". 

Sola rose and embraced Padme and Anakin.

"Happy Anniversary", she congratulated  again and smiled.

"I will see you both in the morning. Have a good night".

Padme's sister ambled up the stairs to the bedroom where her husband and two daughters awaited her. 

"That was awfully nice of your sister", Anakin said after a few moments of silence. 

"Yes, it was", Padme admitted.

She pulled away to refold the clothing and placed it back in her gift bag. Padme reached for the book and promptly put it with the lingerie set as well. 

"Might as well put these away before my mother or father wakes up and sees them", she advised.

Anakin looked at her perplexed.

"We are adults and married with children", he said, " I am sure they can understand now since they are married themselves."

Padme just shook her head.

" I know my love but the thought of my parents finding those in my possession, embarrasses me. And father might look at you with murder in his eyes  should he think you will do any of what is in that book with me, " she pointedly added.

Anakin stared at her, seeming to remain confused.

"It's an overprotective father thing, something you will probably feel too when Leia is older.."

Anakin understood now and didn't want to think about all the boys he would likely strangle just for ogling at his little princess. 

But Padme gave him little time to dwell further on the future when she crashed her  lips on his.  

"Ani", she whispered and snuggled closer to him. 

Anakin heard the sultry tone in her voice and shuddered when he felt her hand slide underneath his nightshirt and  she  caressed his toned, muscled chest.

"YY-es, angel".

Padme curled her lips into a seductive smile. "You can most certainly recreate many of those illustrations with me when we are alone in our home".

Anakin matched her smile  and cupped Padme's chin underneath his hand.

" As milady wishes" he answered and claimed her mouth once again. 

The couple knew they were in for a treat and  they knew their  twins may find themselves with a new sibling  soon.