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vivwritesfics · 1 year ago

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No Need To Ask - CS55

Chapter Thirteen - The New Norris

The Norris' were a notorious crime family in the UK. One of many. With Norris, the head of the family, running operations with his son, Lando, they work to keep Y/N Norris, Norris' daughter protected. Life in a crime family wasn't something they wanted for her.

But with tension with one of the Spanish crime families rise, Norris and his now deceased wife come up with only one plan, offer their daughter to the Sainz's or risk an all out war.

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Carlos’s pawn was the first to go. He sat back in his chair, waiting for Y/N to ask her question. The pawn was clutched tightly in her fist as she sucked in a deep breath. “What do you want from me?” She asked him as she stared deep into his brown eyes. They were gorgeous, but they were deadly.

Carlos lot a lazy smirk crosses his face. His shirt was unbuttoned, his sleeves rolled up. You’ve never guess that he was in England for a funeral. “I don’t want some sweet wife that I can easily scare and manipulate,” he answered.

Y/N glared. “That wasn’t what I asked.”

“Try again next time,” he said and began moving his pieces.

They went several goes without anybody stealing a piece. At last, Y/N had his knight in her possession. This question was a bit easier, more direct, and designed to rile him up. “So, you can cheat on me. But what if I was to sleep with another man?”

“You mean that little Australian rat?”

“Just answer the question, Carlos.”

Carlos cleared his throat, but his features remained cool and calm. “Simple. I would have him killed. And maybe you, as well.”

“You’d have me killed?”

“That’s what I said.”

Suddenly Y/N knew what she had to do, knew how she was going to get power over him.

They continued playing, Y/N’s game maybe not as good as it could have been, since she was concentrating on other things. Carlos stole one of her pawns. They hadn’t discussed what he was to get if he stole a piece, but Y/N had just guessed questions, the same as her.

“Do you want to be my wife?”

It sounded like a proposal, but it wasn’t. And it scared Y/N. If she answered wrong would he be rid of her? Toss her to the side like a used rag? But, if she said yes, he would know she was lying. She’d done nothing but cry since she’d arrived in Spain.

“No,” she answered honestly, heart beating erratically. “But I want to. I want to want to be your wife.” And that was the gods honest truth.

As the game continued, so did the questions. Y/N was winning, and therefore she got her questions answered. Sometimes Carlos wouldn’t answer directly, leaving her to try ago, but, by the end of the game, she found out all she needed to know. She knew exactly what she needed to do to force his respect.

Because it wasn’t something she had to earn, she wasn’t going to strive for respect from this monster. She was going to command it.

On their last day in England, Carlos had the meeting with the other heads of family. Y/N spent those last few hours wondering the halls of the house she once called him. it still felt more like home than the building she shared with her husband. She spent time in her bedroom, where her possessions still were. Lando would probably keep it that way, waiting for the day she finally came home. Even if that day was never to come.

It was strange being in that room now. So much had changed since the last time she was there. She looked through her wardrobe, picking out some outfits to take back to Spain. Packed away some black heeled boots and made her way down to the library, to try and get into her mothers desk one last time.

This time, she didn’t care if she destroyed it to get its secrets. Lando wouldn’t care, either.

So, while Lando was being announced as the new head of family, Y/N was using whatever she could find to get into her mother’s desk. She started with a screwdriver to pull apart the drawers. When that didn’t work, she moved onto smashing the entire thing apart.

The desk didn’t hold secrets, as Y/N thought it would. One drawer was full of pictures of Y/N, Lando and their father. The few normal moments they had as a family. Christmas morning and their summers getaways. They were cute, good memories, but they weren’t what Y/N was looking for. So, she kept searching.

There was one other thing Y/N’s mother kept in her desk. A manila folder that was covered in dust. Brushing off the dust, she opened the folder and pulled out a piece of paper.

An agreement. The agreement of Y/N’s hand for Carlos. She read down it, through the details, what each family would gain from this. Her mothers signature sat at the bottom of the paper, along with her fathers and Sainz’s signature. And then there was the date.

Seven years ago. This paper was signed seven years ago. The agreement was put into place seven years ago. Her fate had been decided for her seven years ago.

She tore it up. There was no telling what the consequences would be, but she did it anyway. It had been sitting in this desk for the last five years, anyway, who but her would know if she destroyed it?

Y/N picked herself up. Rage like no other bubbled up inside of her. For the first time ever, she couldn’t wait to get back to Spain.

She waited in the living room for Carlos and Lando to return from their meeting with the heads of family. Carlos already had their bags ready to go, in the corner of the room. She sat on the couch, playing with Lando’s cat. Well, he used to be their cat, but not since Y/N moved to Spain.

“Oh Suki,” she mumbled as he held him up above her, his little front legs stretched out. “I’d take you with me but you’d hate the heat.”

Suki let out a little noise and Y/N let him down, pulling him into her chest. He sat there, rather unhappy, but the ragdoll cat let her hold him close. He didn’t purr, but he didn’t try and wiggle out of her grasp, either. “Thank you, Suk,” she whispered and kissed the top of his head.

The door opened and Y/N let go of the cat, letting him run off to explore. She herself stood and brushed off her skirt, smoothing it down. The outfit of today was a black skirt with a loose, white blouse. She had cute black boots with white socks that just about peaked over the top. It was cute.

She barely got any time to say goodbye to Lando. As much as Y/N wanted to wrap her arms around him, to ask him how the meeting went, ask if anything was different now that he was Norris.

But Carlos didn’t give her much of a choice. He let her say a quick goodbye, let her throw her arms around him, but then they had to go. Y/N would have fought back, but this wasn’t Carlos’s thought. This wasn’t because he wanted to be nasty that they had to leave as soon as possible. Carlos had obligations in Spain he had to attend to, meaning they had to leave the minute the meeting was over.

During the plane ride back to Spain, Y/N sat where she wanted to. Carlos sat opposite her, and Y/N didn’t move away. She watched the clouds coming past as she sipped her drink.

Nothing much happened on the plane journey, and I won’t bore you with the details of the car journey back to the house. Y/N and Carlos didn’t speak. It wasn’t uncomfortable, they just didn’t need to.

That night they slept in separate beds. That was to be expected. Yes, Y/N had stood up to him, but not that much had changed.

It wasn’t until the next day that she stepped up her game. Y/N strode up to Carlos’s office door and knocked. She went to knock, but, as with every time she had tried before, his men stopped her. But Y/N wouldn’t let that happen “I am his wife and I will go where I like,” she said and knocked once again on the office door.

She didn’t wait for a reply before she pushed into his office. He could have been fucking anybody, and Y/N wasn’t going to care. But he wasn’t. Carlos was simply doing paperwork when she walked in.

She strode over, body filled with confidence, and leaned against his desk, looking at her husband. “I want to go shopping,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Go on, then,” Carlos answered and grabbed a notepad from his desk drawer, making a note of something.

Y/N leaned in closer. “I want to go shopping, Carlos. That means I need money and permission.”

Carlos put down his pen. He looked at his wife and pulled his wallet from his pocket. “Miguel!” He shouted and one of the men guarding the door ran into the office. He stood, staring at his boss as he waited for his command. “You are to take my pretty little wife shopping,” he said and Miguel nodded.

They had an exchange in Spanish; Y/N only just managed to pick out a couple of words.

So, Miguel took Y/N shopping. He didn’t speak to her, just watching over her as she picked out different dresses. Most were black, some short, some longer. Y/N picked out some shoes to go with them. They were elegant, expensive dresses that she was going to use for every day wear. Carlos’s card paid for everything. Y/N didn’t care for the price tags as the filled Miguels arms with bags.

When she was satisfied with the success of her shopping trip, Miguel drove her back to the house. She headed straight to her room, putting away her new dresses and shoes. And then she got changed into one of them, the one she deemed to be the sexiest. That was what she wore to give Carlos back his card.

When she walked into the office, his jaw was on the floor.

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avocado-writing · 1 year ago

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Kinktober 15

15: Boot Worship, Spanking/Flogging/Whipping/Caning, Lactation/Breastfeeding

notes: ok time for some tltdatsib-verse lore. you get pregnant when heaven/hell curse you at the exact same time for a baby to take from your husbands. cue wacky baby raising shenanigans.

afab reader.

The twins were not planned.

Of course they weren’t. You’d had unprotected sex with your husbands literally thousands of times and never fallen foul of pregnancy. You just assumed, after so many years of life, it was one of the things that was taken from you with your not-death. And you’d been alright with that. Really. Truly.

Ish.

But when you were blessed - slash cursed, as heaven and hell would see it - with a baby for both of your husbands, you were overwhelmed with happiness. You’d cried as they held you, a positive test gripped in your hand.

Being parents has not been easy. You’re so tired. You’ve been alive for two thousand years and you’ve never been this tired. Oh, the joy of children. But you’d not trade your daughters for the world, not you and your husbands’ joy at the expansion of your little family - you thought your life was perfect, but you realise everything before now was missing a piece.

Babies make five. You think it might be your new favourite number.

You found it difficult to adapt to it at first. Your body was doing new and odd things. But your husbands were nothing but a rock during the entire time, ever so loving and supportive. Even after you gave birth they were a godsend (hilariously). It takes a village to raise a child, or maybe three of you to raise twins.

You were a little worried that your sex life would get a bit dry. It happens with new parents. You were worried they’d find your body strange and changed but, honestly? If anything they’ve been even more attentive to you and your needs. Your evolving human body fascinates and excites them; you can do all sorts of wonderful things with it.

Like this, for instance.

“Oh my god,” you breathe, scarcely able to stay still under them. Your pump had broken, it’s the middle of the night so no shops are open, and the girls are fast asleep — but your husbands had been more than willing to give you a hand, as it were. What you didn’t account for was how pleasurable it would be.

You mewl as they suck. Their mouths are soft on your nipples, needy. As you flower onto their tongues Aziraphale presses his fingers inside your slick cunt, Crowley works your sensitive clit the exact way he knows you love it.

“Shh, darling,” Aziraphale whispers, his mouth glistening as he pops up, “you don’t want to wake them.”

“Then shut me up.”

He grins and reaches in to kiss you. He tastes of your milk, earthy and sweet and warm; he doesn’t stop massaging your breast as his tongue entwines with yours.

“Oh god… I’m… this…”

The feeling of pressure buzzing up from the apex of your legs combines with the relief they’re giving you from your chest and, with a soft cry, you come all over their hands. Crowley groans.

“That’s it, nightingale. Fuck, look at you. You’re just gorgeous, do you know that? Your body is amazing. Can’t stop touching it.”

You collapse as your husbands continue their ministrations. Everything about you is so sensitive.

It is a wonderful thing, to be worshipped as a mother.

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missathlete31 · 2 years ago

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April Showers Bring May Flowers

Based on the Spring Time Prompts that @bradshawsbaby posted

Summary: Hangman and Phoenix take their son to the park for a little family time after Jake gets home from a deployment.

Note: So in this story I imagined Jake and Natasha are now married with a 3 year old son JJ and a 9 month old daughter Lena. Figure for timeline sake, this is about 5-6 years after the mission in TGM.

Hope you all enjoy!

On a rare rainy day in North Island, Natasha Trace Seresin, a former pilot for the legendary Dagger Squad and current instructor at Top Gun, was feeling her patience wearing thin. As a California baby her whole life until she enlisted, the dark haired woman loved the sunshine and warmth. Both seemed to be missing as she trudged further into the lashes of rain water falling from the sky though, leading to her releasing a long huff of annoyance, “if you had just listened to me Bagman” she spat angrily at her husband, yanking up her jacket’s hood higher to avoid getting her hair anymore wet, “we could have been nice, and warm, and dry, at home” she intoned, “instead of out here! But no,” she mocked his voice with a terrible impression of a Texas twang, “you were convinced the rain was done!”

Here, ended up being the park near their house where besides a wonderful playground that the family usually frequented, also featured a grassy hill leading down to a generous size pond with ducks. Their son JJ, three years old and the splitting image of his father (and the same wide green eyes that knew how to make Natasha's heart melt), had developed a new fascination with all things nautical, despite being surrounded by planes since before he was out of the womb. Nat assumed it was because the young boy finally understood that when Daddy was away he was on a big ship, leading the small child to lug his own toy ones everywhere he went. Now that Jake was home, after a long and difficult six month deployment, JJ had been bursting at the seams to show his father his favorite place to sail his boats. All it took was the little blonde's toddler voice asking to see "duckies and boats" with his Daddy before Hangman was planning a whole day's adventure.

Without looking at the weather report first it seemed.

Natasha had tried to talk him into rescheduling this morning, getting the weather app loaded up on her phone and showing him the forecast, but Jake had waved her off with a "they're always wrong" and continued to pack their bag. Now the family was caught in the newest ambush, the rain picking up its intensity as it created puddles all around them. Phoenix kicked one with her boot in frustration watching the water spray up all around, "It's getting worse" she announced in reiteration.

Jake turned to her then, his hair matted down and dark from the rainwater. His own jacket was without a hood leading to him being drenched in the onslaught of the storm. Perhaps if he looked like a drowned rat like she was feeling, Natasha would have lightened up a bit more, but her husband tended to be infuriatingly gorgeous at all moments, including this one, and it only served to grind her gears even more. Of course, he also looked like a sad puppy, making it harder to stay mad. "Sorry Nix" the wet blond hollered over the wind, "I guess you were right about the storms coming through."

"You think!" she called back, trudging closer while being careful of the slippery grass. "It's pouring!"

"I know" Jake's green eyes turned downward in his remorse and Natasha fought the urge to roll her eyes; her husband was just a big child on most days. "But hey" Hangman looked up and nodded to his right, a small smirk rising on his lips, "at least someone is enjoying himself."

Phoenix followed his gaze to a few feet away where their little JJ was happily playing in the fall rain shower. Despite hating being wet herself, Nat couldn’t help but smile at the joy her son was clearly having in his new rain boots and coat. JJ was bundled as well as she could get him but still he laughed as the water fell and landed on his face and cheeks, sticking to the fan of his eye lashes as the little boy looked up to catch them in his mouth. When he was done catching droplets, he turned his attention to some of the small ducks still in the area, quaking happily as he watched their webbed feet make indents in the mud and grass. The small boy was as unbothered by the change in weather as a kid could be, enjoying the moment in pure childhood bliss. Nat turned back to see Jake watching the sight with just as much love in his eyes as she had. When he noticed her gaze Hangman's smile deepened, "a little rain's not that bad, right darlin'?"

"You're lucky he's having fun Bagman" Phoenix threatened, though it held no true anger, "and that he looks so cute in that little jacket."

"And do I not look cute in mine?" Hangman teased, flaunting his own apparel as he moved closer to his wife.

Natasha pretended to sigh lazily, "I've seen better” she informed audaciously.

"Oh" Jake wrapped a wet hand around her back pulling her closer, "have you now?" He guided her right into his strong chest, the rain falling from his the bottom of his chin landing down on her cheeks as they locked eyes. Their bodies pressed together in a wet flush; Natasha would have been mad at the uncomfortable rub their two rain jackets gave the other if she hadn't missed her husband's embrace for so long. She knew that once they got married and started to have a family that deployments were going to become even more difficult, but this last one had really left her heart reeling. Maybe it was because JJ was getting older and understanding more, or that their daughter Lena, who was 3 months and only learning how to smile when Jake initially left, was now 9 months and starting to take wobbly steps when he returned. Nat tried to record as many milestones as she could, as many tee-ball games and new food group taste tests that her phone could hold but it just wasn't the same. She missed Jake, and she knew her children, even little Lena did too. Every day he was away from them tugged at their hearts a little more, and Natasha could tell just from the way her husband held her tight that he felt the same way.

"I'm glad you're home" she whispered up at him, her eyes shining with a moisture that wasn't rainwater.

"I'm glad I'm home too" Jake answered back, leaning down and planting a gentle kiss on his wife's lips. It was tender and loving though she could still feel the passion that had always defined their relationship in the way his hands gripped her body in all the right places; as if they were made to be in each other's arms. "I missed this" he murmured, moving his lips further south and trying to get through the knots of her tied hood, his warm breath managing to heat the skin along her throat.

Her head instinctively lifted, giving him the room to plant more affectionate kisses on her softest skin, “I missed this too” she moaned quietly, “Missed you” Nat admitted with the burning of the touch of his lips, “God I wish you never had to leave us again.”

Jake pulled back at her words suddenly, startling Natasha from her amorous haze at the sharpness of the movement. She looked up in confusion, catching something flickering on Hangman’s face, a hesitance that was foreign for the usually confident man. Phoenix reached a hand upward, pushing wet hair from her husband’s forehead as she tried to coax his thoughts from him, “what is it?” she asked him.

“I just- I actually wanted to talk to you about that" he rubbed a nervous hand along the back of the sodden short strains of hair on the nape of his neck. "Cyclone called and he said-“ but Jake’s words died out as Natasha’s attention diverted to the couple’s right, where she heard her son's excited giggle. The three year old had managed to unzip his hood from the top of his jacket, a silly feature that Natasha should have known better than to entertain with a toddler. With the hood no longer attached, JJ waved it like a flag as it billowed in the breeze. When a stronger gust rustled through, the little boy's grip faltered and the blue fabric sailed through the air. "My 'ood Momma" he screeched desperately, bottom lip trembling. His stout little legs began to waddle to follow.

Jake made a grab for the cover as it passed them, but missed, causing the hood to land on the bottom of the hill right on the edge of the pond. When it looked like JJ was going to risk a tumble to get his article of clothing, Jake's voice turned a bit more firm, "Hey buddy, don't go down there okay? Just stay right here" Hangman ordered his son. The edge of the pond was covered in mud from the rising level of water the storm was bringing, the soupy swampy mess a hazard for anyone but even worse coming off the steep incline of the hill. Jake released his wife and moved to head down, "stay up here with JJ, I'll get it."

Nat rolled her eyes at her husband's chivalrousness, moving to head down herself, "forget it, I'll get it, I have the better boots." She was right of course, besides wearing the wrong jacket, Jake also wasn't wearing the best footwear, but he still looked unsure to let the woman attempt herself. "I don't know Nix-" he began.

"I got it Bagman" the dark haired woman continued down, taking the hill easy though not afraid to stick a hand out to slow her decent. She slipped a little along the way, earning a sharp cry of "Are you okay" from up above.

"Yes!" she called back up, maintaining her heading.

"Okay just be careful of the -"

"I said I got it Bagman- whoa!" Natasha's left foot hit a smooth patch and went sliding, all traction lost as her body hit the ground hard and began to skim across the rest of the grass. For a terrifying moment she thought she was going to slip right into the pond but once she hit the bottom of the hill her butt landed in a puddle of mud with a splat. It slowed her movements to a halt though her heart still beat at a rapid pace as she struggled to take a shaky breath.

"NATASHA!" The woman heard her name screamed from above, and looked up to see Hangman hurrying down the hill after her. "Stay right there JJ, we'll be right back" he hollered behind him towards the wide eye toddler watching as his father moved to get to his mother. "Nat-"

"Jake-"

"I'm coming" he called, hurrying down even though he seemed to flop more on his butt than she did. Finally he found the bottom, scurrying over to her quickly. “Are you alright?” Jake asked the second he landed next to her, ignoring the mud that was getting on his own clothes as he knelt at her side in the puddle. “Are you hurt?” he asked again worriedly eyeing her over for injuries.

Phoenix took a moment to look at her husband; his green eyes were wide with concern and he bit his bottom lip nervously, a tick Natasha had learned very quickly into their dating history for when Jake was feeling guilty. “I’m alright” she answered, though her voice was still a little breathy, “just a little shocked.” She went to move but Jake’s strong arms kept her stationary.

“Are you sure?” he probed, “nothing hurts?”

“Just my pride” Nat answered back truthfully, a little flushed herself.

"Momma?" JJ's voice filtered down from up above them, his little body visible as he clutched one of his toy sailboats, "Momma?”

Phoenix’s heart clenched loving at her son’s voice, “I’m okay honey, don’t worry.”

“Momma good?”

"Mommy's fine bud" Hangman called back, his brow furrowing as he noticed the mud his wife had landed in, “just a little dirty.”

“Dirty!” the toddler parroted, “Momma dirty like duckies!”

“That’s right, just like a ducky- ow!” Jake hollered as Natasha rewarded his teasing with a slap to the arm. It wasn’t hard by any means but the hit left a muddy handprint on the sleeve of Jake’s jacket. “Hey” he groaned, “don’t be getting all that mud on me.”

Nat huffed, “you’re lucky if that’s the worst I do to you” she threatened.

“What does that mean?”

“It means Bagman” she began as she lifted up a hand, noticed it was mud-covered and brought it up to pat at her husband’s cheek gently, “that you are dead” she ribbed, her tone lifting with a bit of teasing mirth as the mud splattered into Jake’s skin. The man grimacing immediately, but Natasha couldn’t tell if it was the feel of the cold liquid on his face or the threat of his wife’s ire later. She smirked brightly, nothing like Bagman’s typical cocky grin, but certainly holding her own if the eye roll Jake gave her back was anything to go by, and leaned closer to Hangman’s face, “you are so, so, dead” she reiterated, giving a few more muddy pats to his other cheek to even it out.

“Wow” Jake drawled, his eyes crinkling with laughter, “this is what I get for rushing down here to safe you.” He rocked back on his heels and stood up, immediately offering a hand out for Nat to grab.

“That’s what you get for not listening to your brilliant wife about weather forecasts” she replied back smartly. Phoenix’s own face brightened as she used his arm to pull herself back standing and regained her footing. It was short-lived though as she noticed the muddy stain that ran down the entire length of her backside, “ugh,” she moaned, “this is never going to come out.”

“In my defense you didn’t listen to your brilliant husband about the slippery grass.”

The dark haired pilot paused the couple’s movements to take her mucky hands and stick them forcefully jutting from her hips, “is that the argument you really want to go with Seresin?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Jake seemed to rethink his position and instead moved to guide them both up the hillside, “fair point” he conceded.

She nodded appreciating, “that’s what I thought.”

As they started their trek Natasha noticed Jake’s face looked flush with guilt. Surprised she nudged him, making sure to keep it gentle to not send the two tumbling back down, “what’s with the look?” she questioned.

“I’m am sorry about not listen this morning though, he spoke up, “you were right.”

“What was that?” Phoenix probed, not so much for the affirmation but to tease the man in front of her a little more, “say that again please?”

“You were right” he repeated, lowering his chin and keeping his eyes on their next steps, “and I’m sorry” he offered sheepishly, “I knew the rain was still going to be around but I just- I didn’t want to cancel on him.”

Phoenix, surprised by her husband sudden serious tone, looked over and halted their progress. Standing at her side, his arm still holding hers in guidance stood the love of her life, looking like a chastised boy wet in the rain. Her heart constricted when she noticed the pain in Jake’s eyes, “Babe?” she questioned and though they weren’t ones for flirtatious nicknames, it seemed wrong to throw out Bagman when Jake was looking so sad.

“I didn’t want to disappoint him” the blonde admitted softly, “I didn’t want JJ to think his father didn’t want to spend the day doing what he wanted to do.”

Any annoyance Natasha might have felt for being wet and muddy disappeared by the sheer adoration she had for her husband and his love for their family. She knew that Jake’s impossible standards as a parent stemmed from his own horrific childhood, and Nat was adamant to always ensure that her husband understood how amazing he was as a husband, father and provider. This time was no different. “Hey,” she put a hand back to his messy cheek, but this time in seriousness, “JJ idolizes you, you could never disappoint him.”

“All he wanted was to play with the ducks and boats-“

“No” she corrected making sure that Jake was really hearing her, “all he wanted was to spend time with his Daddy. It could have been seeing the ducks or it could have been watching Paw Patrol inside” she removed her hand to tap her pointer finger over her husband’s heart, “as long as he was with you.”

Instead of looking relieved at his wife’s words, Hangman only looked worse. Jake took a miserable look around them, “guess I dropped the ball then-“

“Honey-”

“I just miss so much when I’m away” his eyes looked wet but this time Nat knew it wasn’t from the rain. “It’s hard to come back and not try to make up for it.”

“There’s nothing to make up, hey-” she waited until his green eyes met her brown ones, “there’s nothing to make up Jake, that’s the job. You know that, and so do I, and so will the kids as they get older.”

He nodded roughly. It was clear he wanted to say more but Jake chose to stay silent and continue their walk back to their son. Nat stayed in silence herself as well though she snuck looks at her husband every few seconds and longed to see his normal smile back on his face.

When they finally reached the top Nat moved to pull Jake in for another hug but a voice sounded out to greet them. “Daddy! Momma! Look!” JJ called out, and both pilots turned to see their son covered from head to toe in mud. Gone were his blonde locks and blue rain-boots and coat, replaced with the squishy brown substance over everything, “I’m a mud monster! Rawr!” the three year old gave a giggly roar.

For a moment the two parents just stared. They both wanted to be surprised but in all honesty the amount of trouble that a little boy with the last name Seresin could produce knew no bounds; another thing inherited by his father. “Oh sweetie” Phoenix cooed as she knelt in front of her muck covered son, “you really are a mud monster huh?” she asked sweetly.

“I am Momma” JJ nodded enthusiastically bouncing a little in a puddle and splattering mud all around, “dirty like duckies and you.”

“Yes you are” she turned around to her husband, “but you know who deserves to be dirty too?” She leaned back towards her son, whispering playfully loud by his ear, “your Daddy.”

“Daddy!”

“Give Daddy a big hug”

“Daddy big hug” JJ laughed, running full speed into his father’s arms. Jake caught the boy easily despite the mess, pulling him right into his chest and hugging him with just the sweetest level of tightness, “oh thanks buddy” he smiled, planting an obnoxiously loud kiss on his son’s cheek that got the toddler to giggle even harder, “you give the best hugs.”

“He does, doesn’t he” Phoenix agreed, walking over to her two favorite boys.

“So was this my punishment Nix” Jake ragged questioningly, “because if it is, it needs some work” he admitted, hugging JJ a little tighter, “a muddy hug from this little monster.”

“No” Nat shook her head, moving closer and taking a clean part of her husband’s jacket to wipe their son’s face a little cleaner, “Your punishment for not listening, Bagman” Natasha fussed, moving to gather some of the mud from her son’s clothes onto her hand and dotting her husband’s nose playfully, “is you’re in charge of clean up duty.” She smiled at his dramatic sigh, “that means laundry” she bopped his nose again, leaving a muddy fingerprint, “bath time” she touched his forehead causing a bigger mess, “and I’m making you handle bed time too.”

“All that for wanting to spend time with my son?” he asked with a whine. He scooted JJ over to his left side, allowing Natasha to curl up against his right, “it’s more than worth it” he decided, and once more his lips found hers.

“I give Momma kiss” JJ wiggled in his father’s grip to lean over and plant a wet raspberry of a kiss to his mother. “Oh thank you baby” Natasha smiled, “now how about we start getting packed up to go home, don't need you getting a chill sweetheart."

"Ohh" their son looked crestfallen by the news, clearly never wanting to leave.

"I mean" Jake's lips curled up mischievously, “if I’m in charge of laundry anyway” he placed JJ down on the ground carefully, “might as well go for broke right?”

“Bagman don’t you dare-“

But the blonde had already managed to scoop his wife into his arms, not caring that the mud from her clothes got his own. He carried her easily over to the larger puddles, jumping in one and letting the water hit them both with a grin. Seeing him so happy, so carefree, after such a long deployment, brought a smile to Nat’s face as she wrapped her arms tightly around her husband's neck, holding on as they continued to splash in the rain puddles, “you are a child” she told him fondly, “a big child.”

“That I am darlin’” he winked as he kissed her nose, before turning to find his mud-monster son, “Come on bud” he hollered, motioning for JJ to come join them, “let’s splash some more with Mommy.”

“Yay!” the little boy erupted into laughter, running over to his parents with nothing but joy on his little face.

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A few hours later, after their relieved an amused Penny from babysitting and managed to get themselves cleaned, Natasha found herself cuddled snug on their living room couch, listening to the tail end of the rain storm. She sipped leisurely from her cup of tea, hearing from down the hall the sound of the bathroom door opening.

"Ugh" Jake moaned as he came into view in pajama pants and a soft white cotton tee, “laundry is done, kids are asleep and I finally feel clean again.”

“Your hair is still wet” Phoenix chastised, watching as her husband run a hand through his blonde locks self-consciously. “Its air drying” he offered back as way of argument.

Nat rolled her eyes, “you’ll catch a chill.” She pulled off her blanket, exposing herself to the cold for a second to entice her husband closer, “come on” she urged, “get over here.”

“You know it’s like 70 degrees in here right” he smirked, though he took his place next to her on the couch anyway.

“It feels like 50 after being in the rain and mud all day” she answered back, moving the covers back into place. “I never wanted to leave that hot shower.”

Jake watched as Natasha fussed, making sure the blanket covered them both properly, “Yeah thanks for leaving me no hot water by the way” he joked playfully. Phoenix looked up, her dark eyes narrowing, “consider that your last punishment” she chided though her tone was just as easy as his.

Hangman only hummed, leaning back into the couch cushions and slowly closing his eyes. Nat watched from his side, afraid to disturb the peace but feeling the urge of their unfinished conversation from earlier gnawing at her. "Hey" she probed, "you never got to finish what you were going to say before, when we were outside?"

Jake didn't open his eyes, "I don't remember, what was I going to say?"

"About Cyclone calling you?" She felt him stiffen slightly under her and Nat frowned, twisting her body completely to see her husband’s expression. Jake’s eyes were open now, his lips were thin and his expression conflicting. “What is it?” Natasha asked in concern.

“He offered me a position,” Jake finally shared, “at Top Gun.”

“He what-?”

Hangman looked uncharacteristically nervous, “he said Klein was leaving, re-assigned at the end of June.” Natasha nodded at the words; Walter “Wallz” Klein had been at Top Gun for just under a year now, coming in to help with hops once Nat had announced her pregnancy, and staying on even when she came back from maternity leave. He was a nice guy, and a talented pilot, but he still seemed to have trouble connecting with the younger students. Phoenix wasn’t surprised he was asking for the transfer but she hadn’t realized Admiral Simpson was looking for a replacement and especially not one so close to home. “Which means there will be an opening as an instructor” Hangman continued, still watching his wife’s face carefully.

She couldn’t stop her surprise exhalation of air, “You want to be a teacher?”she questioned. Nat wanted to smack herself as her surprised tone made her husband’s face fall, “I didn’t mean it like that” she tried to fix, “I just meant, you’ve always been so focused on deployments and missions, not sitting home.”

“I know” the blonde rubbed a hand to the back of his neck anxiously, “but that was when I thought I didn’t have a home to stay at.” He pulled her left hand to his lips and kissed her wedding ring gently, “I have that now. I have a family that I miss more and more each time I have to leave them.”

“Jake-“

“I’m tired of being away from you all” he shared emotionally, “I’m tired of missing my son’s smile and his little voice and the way he gets so excited when he talks about something he likes” Nat couldn’t help her watery smile, she felt the same way about JJ, she loved him so fiercely. Jake sniffled beside her, “I’m tired of missing all these milestone’s in my daughter’s life. I don’t want Lena to grow up not knowing me. I want to be there, for everything.” He squeezed Phoenix’s hand before giving it another kiss, “I’m tired of being away from you Nix, it kills me every time we have to say goodbye, every time I run the risk of leaving you all and not coming back.”

Her lip quivered with an unshed sob, finding the feelings she had for the man in front of her overwhelming in its intensity, “I love you” she told him with all the certainty of the world, “I love you so much Jake Seresin.”

“I love you Natasha Trace Seresin” he moved to bring his kisses to her lips, finding them plump and eager as he teased a little bite into them playfully. Before things got too heated, he pulled away to meet his wife’s eye, “So what do you think?” he asked her with a joking smile, “will you let me stay?”

Phoenix’s heart clenched lovingly in her chest, wanting nothing more than to kiss her handsome husband’s face and never let him go, but she knew she needed to continue this conversation for all their benefits, “You know I want nothing more than to keep you home with us forever-“ she started hesitantly.

Jake huffed, “don’t tell me you’re afraid you won’t be the favorite teacher anymore on base", he questioned with mirth.

“I need to know this is what you really want” she finished instead, sobering the room. She hated how much it hurt to see Jake’s face fall from his words, a pain filling his eyes. “N-Nix” he stuttered, “of course I-“

“Because-” Phoenix raised a hand to stop him, “I understand if you’re not sure.” She sat back against the arm rest of the couch, the blanket spraying down to her lap. “Deployments and missions are hard but the feelings we get from flying them, from that life,” she looked down at her hands for a moment, “I can’t ask you to give that up.”

A hand reached for her chin, lifting it gently until she was facing her husband’s eyes, “you gave it up” Jake reminded her softly, his fingers rubbing gently on her skin, “you gave it up for our family.”

“I did” she conceded and her mind brought her back to her own choice when she found out she was pregnant with JJ. The truth was that the moment she saw those two lines on the pregnancy test there was no real decision. The excitement of expanding their family, of bringing life into this world outweighed even the high she got from flying. There was nothing she wanted more. The instructor position at Top Gun had been a bonus, allowing her to continue her passions and keep a normal schedule for her growing family. It worked for her, and she loved it. But Nat knew that the same decision might not be loved as much for her husband. She sighed, “I don’t want you to do this because you’re upset about missing Lena’s first steps or JJ’s first tee ball game. I want you to want this” she told him sternly. “Because if you regret it, then you’ll resent this decision, you could resent us-“

“I would never-“

“You don’t know that” Nat spoke up sadly, “instructing is different than missions. It’s not the same adrenaline, it’s not the same stakes. Most of the time you’re in a classroom anyway-“

He shrugged effortlessly, “I have a lot of wisdom to share.”

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I” Jake cut in firmly, “How could I resent a decision that keeps me close to you?” he asked, leaning forward to rest his forehead on his wife’s own, “Baby, I have hated every deployment that’s taken me away from you since Top Gun the first time around.”

She bucked back in confusion, “but we weren’t even together then.”

“I know” the blonde smirked, “but it’s no secret I’ve been in love with you since flight school. That’s why I loved being on the Lincoln with you, even if you only gave me eye rolls and insults-“

“And you only gave me cocky smirks and headaches” she chided back, but she met her husband’s loving look with one of her own. “But your Admiral track” she whispered, knowing how superstitious Bagman could get whenever she brought up his aspirations. He never wanted to ‘jinx’ it, not understanding that he was on the fast track to leadership ever since the Uranium mission years ago. "You said that continued deployments were the best way upward.”

“And they are” he agreed, “but they aren’t the only way. Besides” Jake’s grin widened, resembling a Cheshire cat, “there might be a certain captain’s title in my future or so Cyclone let slip.”

“What!” Nat jumped forward, grabbing for her husband and all but shaking him in her excitement. "Why didn't you tell me!"

"It's not set in stone" he tried to argue but Phoenix was having none of it. "If Admiral Simpson let it slip, it's as good as happening" she reasoned, "that man has never been a gossip!" She brought a hand to Jake's jaw, forcing his eyes on hers, "I'm so proud of you Bagman."

"Couldn't have done it without you Nix" he spoke back honestly, "I love you." He moved his own hand to capture hers against his face, "and I want to be here with you for every rainy day and every sunny one. No more deployments, you're stuck with me for life."

She smiled through her tears, "'for life'" she echoed.

He kissed her then, with all the love of a man who had said goodbye too many times and was now ready to never say it again. When they finally pulled apart, and Nat nuzzled comfortably into her husband's broad chest, Jake kept a strong arm around his wife, kissing the top of her dark hair every so often as he thanked every deity in the world that helped bring this woman into his life. If he could, Jake would never let her go.

As the couple continued to sit in silence, Jake gave his wife a tiny nudge, "Hey Nix?" he questioned, gauging to see if the woman was still awake.

“Yeah” she murmured, her eyes closed as she stayed leaned into his warmth.

“I just wanted to bring up, you know about me joining you at Top Gun and all"

Nat's eyes opened suspiciously, "yeah?" she encouraged, "what about it?"

"Well," his voice trailed off suspiciously, "I mean technically" he posed, "if I’m a captain, I’ll outrank you.”

Phoenix scoffed, before moving back into her comfy position against her husband and re-closing her eyes, "whatever point you were going to make with that statement Bagman, I suggest you don't" she warned, "or you're sleeping on the couch."

He gave a playful salute even though he knew she couldn't see, "Yes Ma’am" he retorted, snuggling her closer and preparing to fall asleep himself. He spared one last glance to the window, noticing the rain had finally stopped, "hey" he whispered close to her ear, his breath tickling the sensitive skin, "I was right, the rain finally did stop."

"Hmmm" Nat hummed tiredly, "only about six hours too late."

"Better late than never right?"

She placed her hand over his heart feeling the strong beats through his t-shirt, "yes" she agreed, knowing that he meant so much more than just the rain forecast, "better late than never."

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emeritus-fuckers · 2 years ago

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I’d like to participate in the matchup!!

Papas or Ghouls is fine, whoever you guys think would fit me best!

I have ocean blue eyes, dirty blonde hair that’s usually in a ponytail but when it’s not, it comes down to my upper to middle back. I’m 5 foot 6 in height and I wear glasses.

I enjoy writing stories, vibing with my platonic goth husband, listening to music, and doing art even though I’m not the best.

I have 2 Guinea pigs and a doggo who’s 14 and still energetic (I need his energy some days I swear—)

Besides listening to Ghost, I enjoy listening to MARINA, finger eleven, MCR, P!ATD, etc. My current favorite Ghost song is Twenties, I just love his voice 😩

I would also like to mention that I got into Ghost thanks to the goth husband I mentioned earlier and I’m very thankful for him and for ghost!

I hope that’s enough information for you guys to match me up with someone!

This post is a part of Match-up Event. The Event ended on July 15th.

Your match is Copia

He likes playing with your hair, he'll let you mess with his too. He finds the sensation of your fingers running through it very relaxing.

He'll do the same for you, and he hopes it relaxes you as much as it does him. He thinks your hair is gorgeous.

He also learnt how to plait your hair, as well as some other styles. This was after a few interesting mishaps.

He loves reading your stories. He gets so excited when you finish a chapter, he honestly cannot wait.

He is your biggest fan and supporter.

You caught him one stormy evening, sitting surrounded by his rats reading one of your stories to them. He goes bright red when he sees you "errm cara, I err..." They start squeaking because he has stopped. "they really enjoy them too and they were startled by the thunder."

You'd just got home and as another loud crack, he jumps. "And err perhaps I am also a little afraid."

You then read to all of them. Copia applauds you when you finished.

You love days where you just chill and listen to music together. He's very encouraging about your art and offers to get his rats to pose for you.

When he finds out one of his songs, twenties, is your favorite, he squeaks and looks so so happy.

He loves your pets, he looks after them so well just like his beloved rats.

Written by Nyx

#anon #match up #match up event #ghost band #ghost bc #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost x reader #papa emeritus iv #copia #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader

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splishsplashyouropinionistrash · 2 years ago

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tell me about the catholic saints and flower language you're obsessed with

!!!!! i'm so glad you asked !!!!

okay so my absolute all-time favorite saint is saint dymphna of ireland. she's the patron saint of the mentally ill, survivors of incest, and also (sometimes) survivors of both sexual and domestic abuse. when she was fourteen, her mother died and her father, "in his grief" (not an excuse -_-) decided that he wanted to marry her instead. dymphna fled to modern-day belgium to the town of geel and ended up founding one of the first mental hospitals. her father tracked her down only a year later and killed her. she was canonized only a few years after her death, and people call her "the lily of eire". she was literally younger than I am, but shes credited with helping hundreds of thousands of people. people came from all over Belgium to visit her hospital. it's insane.

saint olga of kiev is another really fascinating one. so before she did any of what got her canonized (trying to spread christianity to kievan rus in modern day russia) she was this super badass vengeful icon. when her husband igor was murdered by drevlians, she hunted down and killed all of those involved (like the queen she is). she was also a big fan of arson. like, a huge fan. me too, girl. when she was baptised, she took on the anglican name helena (or elena, we're unsure). she's the patron saint of widows and converts, but many have also dubbed her "patron saint of vengeance" which is just so badass.

also there's like ten different patron saints of rats which is just.... so wild.

fun facts, there's a catholic chapel just off of broadway, st. malachy's, that's known as the actors chapel. they offer a saturday mass in between the afternoon and matinee performances along with sunday services, so lots of religious actors end up there. they have a shrine to some of the saints related to the performing arts at the back of the chapel. i was in NYC this spring, and i was lucky enough to be able to sit through a saturday mass there before I went to see some like it hot (if you haven't seen it, you should. SO. GOOD). the chapel is absolutely stunning. i also got to go to (and sing in!!!) st. john the divine's cathedral (the largest cathedral in the US, it was INSANE) and st. patricks cathedral. cathedrals are so stunning, the architecture is absolutely insane and i go feral just thinking about it. every day i long to go back, it was that gorgeous (I'm not even religious, but religious architecture just DESTROYS me. huge fan). but i digress.

some pictures of st. john's tho!!!

sorry if they're a little blurry, i was too excited to hold still.

okay but flowers!!! i love flower language, i think it's so fascinating. i actually got into because of this book I read, the grace year by kim liggit (must-read btw, so beautiful)

okay but anyway, my absolute favorite flower is the aster, specifically blue china asters (I liked them so much I named myself after them) they look like this:

they're gorgeous. anyways

so blue asters are a symbol of trustworthiness and wisdom, and china asters symbolize love and faith. asters are a breed of daisies, which symbolize innocence, new beginnings, and joy. daisies are also commonly used in herbal medicine, specifically medicine related to mental wellness. there's layers to the meaning, which is one of the things i love so much about it

i just !!! love things !!!! and nobody irl wants to listen to me rant about this shit !!!! bless you remi !!!

#splishsplash originals #infodump

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copiawife · 1 year ago

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ooooooh i'm so down for this because i have. so much.

so, let's start with the biggest thing: MY SHRINE. yes, i have a whole shrine to my husband, i'm very normal <33

so this is it as it stands now, although i'm sure i'll be adding to it (especially since i have a figure pre-ordered that will get here at the start of next year) but for now!! there is a wall flag featuring the album art of prequelle, copia's first album with the band, two plaques with lyrics from call me little sunshine and life eternal, my two favorite songs of his <33 and then on the table the two big black and gold boxes are the extended impera (left) and prequelle exalted (right) vinyl box sets, that have copies of those two albums, the phantomime ep, several 7 inches, photobooks, and a bunch of other stuff. big fancy collector's edition things <33 then, i have a rat plushie (not technically merch, but Thematically Appropriate) and several plushies of him! two of him as cardinal, and one of him as papa, which is extra special since i got it at the ritual i went to <33 there's also a framed picture of him, three funko pops (two normal sized, one mini), a prayer candle, a rosary (it's blue and has both his grucifix and also his face it's very pretty), and my fancy cardinal figure <33 also in the drawer (not in the picture) i have a letter from him i printed out and also my wristband and a few pieces of confetti from the ritual i went to i kept as keepsakes..

in terms of music outside my box sets, i also own prequelle, phantomime and impera on vinyl separately! i got these before i got the box sets okay,,,and then i also have prequelle and impera on cd and cassette!! i have a lot more ghost music but i'm just focusing on like. His Stuff with the band, so this is that!

i also have anoter one of those plaques, this one has lyrics from dance macabre and it's hanging on the back of my closet door!

also! shirts! i literally have to stop myself every time i see a cute new design because i think FIVE SHIRTS is ENOUGH. but i really really like the ones i have, they're such pretty designs!! my personal favorite is the top left one in the first pic ehehe the colors are so prettyyy

also i guess this is just more general ghost merch but i have another rosary, a choker, and earrings! the earrings were actually the first piece of merch i got from them! i just thought it was so neat that they had earrings as merch, i also wore them for like. several months straight shjsjhsjhs

when i was redoing my room, i got this really gorgeous print of him that i got a frame for and ough it's sooooo pretty <33 i had been obsessed with this art from the moment i saw it and so i had to get a print of it when i got the chance <33

this is a smaller thing, but i also have these super cute keychains that are on my keys now <3

i also have an ita bag! it's small but i bring it with me almost everywhere! notice the cute keychains on each side <3

okayyyy that's everything i have (for now >:3c) i'm uhm. so normal about him actually. definitely like him the regular amount (i am lying i am so mentally ill about this man i need him so bad)

HELLO F/O COMMUNITY!!! Been wanting to do this rb game for a while but I was waiting for my skwisgaar charm to come in today ^_^ but!!

Reblog with your f/o merch! Whether it’s one thing or multiple things or a whole shelf/area dedicated to it I wanna see your f/o (+ s/i) merch!! As someone who is obsessed with merchandise/collecting things I love looking at other peoples stuff so much 😭💓

Here’s my m.etalocalypse merch! :) It’s slowly growing but I’m super happy with what I have so far! I’m hoping to find some CDs when I go to amoeba for my birthday ^_^ 💓

[pro.ship/com.ship dni!!]

#head in my hands.#he's my favorite guy ever in the world okay!!!!! i really like him!!!!!#maybe too much but hey that's okay!! i'm not hurting anyone but my bank account #and even then i'm usually pretty careful! i don't overspend for what i have!#but yeah this is. a lot <3 #my honey bun 🖤

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dreamcatcherrs · 4 years ago

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can u do streamers with a plus size reader? ty i love ur fics ♡

+ reminder! every body type is beautiful in its own way, and I’m sure that all of the mcyts would want to date a person of any size! hope you enjoy<3

++ I also added a couple of insecurities that are common for a lot of people cause I felt like it ^-^

dating a plus size reader; mcyt x reader

dream:

dream is an absolute softie for you

he will literally carry you anywhere you go

even if you insist for him not to

he just lifts you up into his arms and runs off with you

as I’ve mentioned before, he loves squishy places of the body

especially the booty ;)

so expect a lot of grabbing whenever he’s near you (with your consent, of course)

always tells you how amazing you look

even if you’re only wearing sweatpants and a basic tee and feel like absolute shit

and he would definitely have you pose for pictures of his merch

georgenotfound:

he loves resting his head on you

uses your chest as his personal pillow

he thinks it’s absolutely crazy how you’re able to make every outfit look good

like, you could wear a plastic bag and still look like a model to him

you two go out to eat fast food at the most random times

some days midnight, some days at 5am

admires your confidence

sapnap:

THIGHS THIGHS THIGHS

he loves your thighs sooo much and always has his hands (or eyes) on them

he almost holds your thigh more than your hand

and he just thinks you’re so gorgeous and can’t believe he can call you his

but when he finds out you don’t think so, his mind is blown

like... what?

are you blind????

he tells you how “you’re so fucking hot” every day until you start thinking so yourself

badboyhalo:

loves baking cakes with you

and makes sure you’re always well fed

he absolutely adores your stretch marks!

he loves just tracing his fingers over the lines

following them around with his fingertips

and gets very focused about it to a point where he stops listening to you talk

he makes sure you never feel down about something as natural as stretch marks

and makes sure to kiss every place you're insecure about

technoblade:

techno literally doesn't care what you look like

he only cares if you're happy, cause he really hates seeing you sad

especially when he can't do anything about it

so when he catches you one day looking at yourself in the mirror with a look of disgust

his heart crumbles in his chest

sits you down to talk about it

and gets more touchy afterwards along with spurring out compliments more often

wilbur soot:

wilby is also a big sucker for thighs

he’s not super grabby, but he gets his point across;

that he absolutely loves every part of your body

to be honest, like techno, I see wilbur as someone who literally does not care what you look like

if he likes you, he’ll love the way you look either way

he is very appreciative of soft, fleshy parts of your body

that he can just cling onto when he wants

jschlatt:

fuck, does schlatt love to have you on his lap

like he might not come across as someone who’s cuddly

but I’m telling you

he is super cuddly

he just wants someone to hold and to be held by

he needs that physical touch and he just can't seem to keep his hands off of you

he’ll tell you “you look so stupid right now”, laugh, and then give you a big ol’ bear hug

jokes aside, he makes sure you know just how dizzyingly beautiful you look 24/7

corpse husband:

fishnets, legs, fishnets, legs

even if you don't like wearing fishnets, he’s just all; legs, grab, thighs, squish

no but seriously he loves your legs so much

they just catch his attention and immediately make him go soft

without you doing anything you’ll just hear him giggle at you

and then realise he’d been looking at you for a hot minute, just taking in how absolutely stunning you look

and he doesn't fail to let you know that :)

karl jacobs:

like wilbur, I think he just genuinely doesn't care and loves you regardless of what you look like

we all know that karl’s way of showing affection is through touch

so he loves cuddling up to you

using your chest as a pillow and engulfing you in his arms

and he’ll be whining within a second if you even a much as try to move away from him

something he doesn't realise he does, but you do, is that he will just randomly hold on tight to a certain part of your body

even if you're just talking

his hands will be on you without him even noticing

and it’s really cute

skeppy:

I’ve mentioned this before, but I think that skeppy really likes the way skirts look on you

or tight-fitting jeans

anything that compliments your body, really

though he does like the way you look without any clothes on

anyways, he fucking loves your body so much

and any person who thinks differently is not his friend

he’s always hugging you

or brushing his knuckles over your arms lovingly

small touches are his forté

fundy:

he can never seem to keep his eyes off of you

no matter how hard he tries, you’re just too gorgeous

isn’t the touchiest of the boys, but when he’s in the need for some physical touch, he’s very obvious about it

will start off by holding your hand

and then maybe move onto hugging you from behind

comes off pretty clingy once he needs that love and affection

he just loves touching you; maybe cause your skin is soft? he’ll never tell you (it’s his little secret)

quackity:

MMMME GUSTAAA

he looooooves loves loves how, and I quote, “thicc you are”

and he gets so clingy, too

makes grabby hands at you if he needs to to catch your attention

and definitely, without a doubt, uses your chest as his personal pillow

he’s also a squisher

your thigh’s kinda become his little stress toy

alex will fully commit to being a complete simp for you - he does not care at this point

can get blushy sometimes when he catches himself looking at you for too long

punz:

if you thought that sapnap would be wild when it comes to thighs, let me introduce you to this man

luke is a massive sucker for some thick thighs

and don't even get me started on the flesh on your hips

he lowkey has an addiction to constantly keeping his hands on there, but it’s not like you mind

it’s like his hands are glued onto you sometimes

holding on tightly or gently, doesn't matter

and sometimes he’ll even get lost in the way his fingers dig into your skin

can't fathom the fact that you're all his

awesamdude:

sam is literally the cutest🥺

gives you compliments all the time

and literally always has a hand on you to gently caress your skin

and he is always gentle with his touches

and I mean always

drawing circles onto your back or arm using his thumb

placing small kisses on your temple

he always posts pictures of you on his instagram and twitter

has like one or two pictures of himself, and the rest are of you :]

slimecicle:

literally smothers you with love and affection

he loves the little dents in your thighs from cellulite

finds it sooo attractive

loves to trace his fingers over the dents

notices immediately if there are changes in your eating habits

and will confront you the second he notices cause he can't bare the thought of you eating less than usual

makes sure it never happens again

eret:

they have a special seat for you right on his lap

if you were comfortable with it she’d love for you to sit with them in his streams

SHOWERS you with compliments

constantly

and leaves trails of kisses everywhere

even if you whine about it being too much or distracting you

he ignores it and continues

can't believe she’s ended up with such a god/dess as you

jack manifold:

jack was completely shocked when he found out you were insecure about your body

what was there to be insecure about?

to his eyes you were completely perfect, and he just couldn’t understand how… you couldn’t see that?

makes sure you now how absolutely stunning you are

can't help but to show you off to everyone (he is a leo after all)

and also let’s his hands roam all over you - with your consent, of course!

adores you so much

tommy:

tommy had seriously never thought of it before you’d said that you didn’t want a piece of cake after he asked

and he goes; why?????

and you’re like; I shouldn't eat it

and he’s even more ???

doesn't know what why or when you decided you “shouldn't” do something as normal as eating

it’s so very obvious how soft he is for you when it’s just the two of you

and even succumbs to his soft side in front of others if he gets too caught up in your beauty

tubbo:

tubbo just… doesn't care

like, at all

but of course he notices the absolute beauty of you, and will simp for you

doesn't shower you with compliments, but gives subtle signs

a common one is squeezing your hand

or calling you cute or adorable

brushing a strand of hair out of your face

simplicity is his thing

ranboo:

lots of hugsss

unintentionally squeezes too hard so you have to tap his shoulder

and he just giggles

he likes resting his head on practically any part of your body

cause you're so comfy

wants to constantly fondle you in his arms

he’s become so used to clinging to you, it’s just by instinct at this point

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oitommothetease · 4 years ago

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Invisible String (9/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female reader (Modern AU)

Word Count: 2k words

You weren't a morning person, hell, you weren’t even a person in the morning. Therefore, when you woke up to two kids playing with your hair and jumping on your bed, you wanted to strangle them or shove them on the floor. But again, you loved those little demons so you just groaned loudly, clearly irritated and you decided to keep your eyes closed, hoping that your ignorance will make them leave you alone. You squeezed your eyes shut and didn't open them until you heard a familiar voice chuckling.

“Carol told me you aren't a morning person, but this-” James didn't finish his sentence, his lips breaking into a cheeky grin, and as much annoyed as you were at his teasing, you kind of thought he looked gorgeous. Who looked so gorgeous this early in the morning? A smile made its way to your face and you instantly wiped it off, feigning offense.

“Carol? You're already on a first-name basis with my sister?”

“Aw, don't worry, doll. I'm just trying to be friendly with your family or should I say my future family as your mother reminded me ten minutes ago,” he pestered, moving towards you to hand you the cup of coffee in his hand. Bucky winked teasingly when you accepted it, and you mumbled a ‘thank you’.

That pet name made your stomach do some somersaults and you didn't trust yourself enough to speak. It's not like the first time he called you ‘doll’, in fact, he had been calling you that the moment you started fake dating. But it was something about the way he said it as if the word was made for you and nobody could say that word unless it wasn't voiced by him for you. He didn't notice the flush in your eyes and even if he did, he didn't mention it.

“That’s it. You’re done hanging out with my family,” you articulated, “You are officially infected.”

“Don’t be like that, doll. Come on, breakfast’s ready.”

At the age of 18, when you were finally a college girl, you decided that breakfast was a myth created by Satan. When you lived with your parents, the breakfast consisted of extravagant food like pancakes, waffles and fruits. Once you moved away for college, your breakfast shifted to coffee and maybe a toast if you had the time before your first lecture. And the second you were independent, coffee became your boyfriend, keeping you up at night and also, your best friend, keeping you up in the morning without dozing off in classes.

So, sitting again at a dining table with your family and fake boyfriend/boss was very awkward, to say the least. But of course, your sister had the magical ability where she took an awkward silence and converted it into an uncomfortable conversation.

“We hope we didn't wake you up last night. Nick and I tend to get loud sometimes,” Carol joked and you coughed, choking on your food, and James laughed awkwardly.

James' hand instinctively came to your back, running calming circles with his palm and you shot a deathly glare to your sister.

“Oh, we know all about that,” James teased, bringing your chair closer to him. Your eyes widened and you whipped your head towards him so quickly that your neck hurt. What was he saying? This man, your boyfriend, fake boyfriend was a completely different person than your boss (not that you were complaining). He was funny, charming, he made you feel comfortable and something else you weren’t ready to point out just yet.

You could see yourself falling for a man like James. No, he is your boss and sort of criminal. Get your shit together, you told yourself.

After the very awkward breakfast, thanks to Carol. Your mother told you to show James around town and you would have said no but that meant you’d have to stay at home with your family, which was worse. So when James accepted your offer to go to your favorite burger place nearby, you were relieved.

“This burger is amazing, but nothing compared to Barry’s,” James stated.

You nodded your head, chewing the remnant of food in your mouth properly before speaking, “Nothing compares to Sally and her food.”

You liked being with James, everything about him made you want this, the real thing with him, not the whole faux boyfriend play. You wanted him and you were sure that he didn’t. One look at him was sufficient for anyone to know how handsome he was, and how oblivious he was to the waitress ogling him. He didn’t spare her a glance, he was probably used to the attention that he stopped caring about it. Of course, if you weren't overthinking at the moment, you would have noticed that he didn't care about anyone else - well, except you.

“The waitress was totally checking you out,” you informed James. You were very jealous, but you wouldn't stop your crush on your boss to stop him from living his life. He had already sacrificed a lot for you, you didn't want to cock-block him on top of that.

“No, she wasn’t,” he huffed, looking at you for any sign that this conversation displeased you the way it did him.

“I swear she was,” you said, “You should ask her out. She’s cute.”

“No, I’m taken.”

“But you’re not taken, James. This isn’t real,” you retorted and it hurt you so much to say. Sometimes you wished you could be a selfish bitch but you couldn’t do that to James. He deserves someone who would cherish and love him, not give him a faux relationship. “You should ask her out.”

“Do you want me to?” James asked, his voice was laced with desperation that you couldn't understand. Why would he care about your opinion?

Bucky hoped that you would say no, he needed a sign to know that you wanted him too. His tone was despondent because he was hoping that this could be more. He really wanted it to be. But when you said yes, everything came shattering down for him. You didn’t want him and God, he was so frustrated that he could cry. What sick game was the universe playing with him? He felt like a rat stuck in a cage with cheese right outside, in front of him. Even though he was so close to you, you were still out of his reach.

“You know what?,” he pondered, “Now that I think about it maybe I should ask her out?”

“Like right now?” you questioned, taken aback by his sudden and unexpected change in demeanor.

“Yeah!” he cheered enthusiastically, “No time like the present, right? You can get home by yourself?”

He didn’t wait for your answer, already walking back towards the restaurant, and you murmured a ‘yeah’ which he didn’t even notice because he was already jogging towards the burger place.

When you reached home alone, tears welled up in your eyes, and you ran up to the bathroom to avoid stumbling upon your family. Maybe you shouldn't have pushed him, maybe if you didn’t then he wouldn’t have pursued the waitress. He wouldn’t have gone if you didn’t shove him towards the cute waitress. Why were you such a good person?

Your thoughts were brought to a halt with frantic knocks on the door. Instantly, you wiped your eyes and opened up the door to be met with your sister’s kids. Izzy and Alex didn’t give you any time before getting a hold of your hand and rushing you outside to help them set up the trampoline.

Your family was already out there, and you hoped your face didn’t say, ’I've been crying in the bathroom.’ Your sister and her husband were seated on a blanket which was spread out on the grass, sipping wine, and your parents were admiring their grandchildren.

“Auntie Y/N!” Alex exclaimed and Izzy added, “Help us fix the trampoline please.”

You agreed because those two were the only people in the world that considered you their friend without asking for anything in return. Moreover, it was a good distraction, if you stayed in a room thinking about James, then you would probably lose your sanity. So, once you started setting up the trampoline for the kids, it became somewhat fun, and you almost forgot all about James, and how he must be talking to that girl and how that girl must be flirting with him. You hoped he didn’t call her doll, you knew you were being unreasonable and immature, but you couldn’t help yourself.

Izzy and Alex made their way towards their parents and whispered something about you being so in love with James that his absence made you angry.

You ignored them and the way your sister smiled, you were so focused on fitting the trampoline spring that you did not realize someone was standing behind you until two strong hands came around you, taking the spring from your hand and attaching it to the corner.

You knew it was James, no one would touch your hand so gently, any other man would have snatched the spring from your hold and mansplained it’s process to you. But James wasn’t doing that, he wanted to be near you, to have your attention fully that is why he took the spring from you. He didn’t undermine you. No, he desired you to notice him, the guy who has been trying all weekend to get you to like him. He wanted you to see Bucky, not your boss, James.

You could feel his head looming over your shoulder, you dared to crane your neck in his direction to find him already looking at you with a smile on his face. You were so dazed in his eyes that you didn’t notice that he was wearing a white shirt instead of the one he wore in the morning. You did not notice that he didn’t leave you to get the waitress’s number, instead he got a customized shirt that read 'I heart Y/N'. You only noticed him.

Furthermore, you didn’t care about anything else at the moment, just him. Bucky eyed your lips longer than he should have and leaned a bit towards you; a question. You answered his question by closing the distance between you and crashing your lips with his. His hands engulfed around your waist, flushing your back against his chest and he kissed you feverishly.

The kids were right.

You were in love, and that love was reciprocated by the man who was holding you like you were his archer and kissing you like you were the source of his last breath. But both of you were too unaware to realize that the other felt the same way.

Everyone could see that, your mother looked over at your father and your sister looked at her husband, smiling, reminiscing the way they fell in love just like you and Bucky. The kids looked at you both with hope, aspiring to have a love like that in their future, the kind they saw in movies and in the couples around them.

What you didn't realize was that there was one other set of eyes watching you from a car in the distance. Rumlow finally found his rival's vulnerability, and he was going to do everything in his power to exploit and eventually kill Bucky’s weakness, his love, you.

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#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n

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mrsfilipchibstelford · 3 years ago

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MINE

PART ONE

@vulgar-display-of-escapism @kitty-of-mischief

Here's a Tiggy story. Should there be more parts?

After all his mistakes and the fucked up things he had done in his life, she still decided she loved him. Acted like he was worth it. He knew he wasn't, but he didn't have the heart to tell her that. And now they were getting married.

"Are ya almost ready to ruin this poor girl's life yet?"

Tig turned and glared at his brother in law's teasing smirk and pointed his finger at the Scot.

"Shut the fuck up Chibby."

Chibs just rolled his eyes.

"Hurry up, you're not even dressed and everyone is ready but you. What the hell you been doing all this time?"

Chibs sat down and looked at Tig. He looked scared, something Chibs had never thought he would see....not from Tiggy anyways.

"Please don't tell me you're having second thoughts about this?"

"No. I was just thinking I don't deserve her."

"Neither one of us deserve our old ladies,"

Chibs chuckled. He slapped his brother on his back.

"Get fuckin dressed so we can get you married."

*****

Tig stood at the front of the church-- a place he never thought he'd be in-- alongside Chibs and Happy and Rat and waited. The place was filled with family, mostly hers, and friends, mostly SOA members, mayans and the bastards. It was a weird mix of people but somehow it worked. The church was filled with sunflowers, daisies and fall colors. For a wedding thrown together at the last minute it was put together well. Tig assumed he had his little sister to thank for that. No one planned a event like Hayleigh did. For the 10th time in 5 minutes he asked Chibs if he was sure he had Carmen's wedding ring. The man beside him sighed heavily and showed him the damn ring, again, while Happy smirked and Rat just shook his head. The minister appeared taking his place and the piano started to play the beauty and the beast song "tale as old as time". Everyone turned and watched as the girls started to enter in their pretty burgundy dresses, Hayleigh's slightly different then Brooke and Winsome's. As the music changed Carmen appeared looking gorgeous. She finally got to Tig and the minister began.

"Destiny's a mysterious thing. No matter what you do or where you go you can't avoid it. And no matter how hard you try, you can't force it to happen before it's time. This occasion that we witness and celebrate today is the destiny of two souls. So with that being said, it's time to provide the rings and say your vows."

Carmen took a breathe in and smiled softly.

"I Carmen Leanne take you, Richard Alexander -"

She was cut off as everyone exploded with laughter and comments from the bikers in attendance and the groomsmen.

"Im callin you dick from now on," Rat said, while Chibs was laughing too hard to speak. Happy smirked at Carmen and winked.

"If you dont want to be disappointed tonight, you know where to find me..."

"Damn, and I thought my parents hated me for my name." Kozik muttered. Tig glared at his sister.

"WHY would you tell her my full name?!"

"And miss this opportunity to fuck with you? No thank you." Hayleigh innocently shook her head, which just made Chibs laugh more. His wife's antics never failed to amuse him.

"Also, why wouldnt she already know? I mean she is marrying you. I know Filip's full name."

"Alright children settle down now so we can get back to the vows. Please. "

The minister said as he motioned to the bride. Carmen stifled her giggles and tried again.

"I Carmen, take you Alex-"

she didn't dare say his first name again, as everyone was still smirking and laughing.

"- as my best friend, love of my life and husband. I promise to live with you, laugh with you, to stand by your side through all the good and bad times. I will be faithfully yours and will always love you unconditionally.."

Tig, still glaring at his sister, turned his attention to Carmen and took her hand. He took a deep breath and started.

"Carmen. My angel. You are my miracle, my dream come true and my best friend. You're way too good for someone like me. I know that there are a lot of things I can't give you but everything I can, I will. Being with you is the only thing I never had to question myself about wether or not I made the right decision. You are my always and forever and the best thing I never planned for. I'm so thankful for you every day. I love you. I would die for you and I would kill for you too. I have fallen in love with you over and over again and every time I think I couldn't love you more you somehow prove me wrong. You are my definition of perfect, and I will spend the rest of our forever cherishing every second I get to spend with you."

Chibs nudged him.

"AND....."

"And I promise you treat you as good as my leather and ride you as much as my harley."

They both slid the rings on and then kissed. The minister smiled, relieved at the thought of getting the hell out of there and quickly pronounced them husband and wife. As they kissed, someone yelled that it was time to party

#kim coates #sons of anarchy #tiggy #soa #tommy flanagan #chibs telford

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sylverstorms · 4 years ago

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Miranda x Mia---- Eternal

A Ko-Fi commission I wrote for the wonderful @saltwatereulogies. Thank you so very much for the support and I hope you enjoy the fic!

Drip. Splatter.

The first sound you’re aware of is that of the occasional waterdrop crashing onto the same humid, uneven floor you’re lying on.

The second is the sound of her voice.

“Rise and shine.” she says, somewhere off to the side. You are still too disoriented to pinpoint exactly where.

You’re not dizzy enough, though, to not immediately realize you’re trapped. The way the light behind your captor shines makes it all the more obvious, casting large shadows in the shape of your prison bars across your small, moldy cell.

“Y-you…” you struggle to talk. Your throat is too dry and your temples pound like a war drum. It feels like you’ve collided with a truck. And yet her voice commanding you to sleep is the last thing you remember.

“I haven’t formally introduced myself. Though I’m sure your friend has told you about me.”

You blink to make your vision focus yet it’s hopeless. She is but a dark blur to you –am I hallucinating or are those wings?

“My name is Miranda.”

Suddenly, that name snaps everything into focus so sharply you could get whiplash. You’re on your knees the next second, just about ready to leap at her. She’s the one. The one Chris warned you about. She may look like an angel but she is a devil.

“I don’t care who the hell you are! What do you want from me?!” you demand.

“Your cooperation in my experiments, for starters.” she says it calmly, but she is no fool to believe you’ll just agree to that, you can see it in her crystal-blue eyes.

“Ha! As if!” you retort.

“Well. That answer will change when I have Rose.” The name of your daughter makes every nerve ending in your body kick at once.

“What. Like Ethan will just hand her over to the likes of you?”

“Actually.”

A slow smirk crosses her full lips. Then their shape changes to match yours. All of her does, until you are left looking at a perfect mirror of yourself. Only, there’s no way you look quite that good inside of this shitty cell.

“He’ll hand her over to you.”

When she laughs, it is your own voice haunting your ears.

She has your daughter. She has your everything in her hands. So, she has your cooperation, as well.

Miranda doesn’t really talk when she comes to collect blood samples for whatever experiments she needs them. Your initial cries and questions were muted the second she told you the more helpful and less annoying you are, the more inclined she’ll feel to bring Rose to you for a while.

In the end, you do let yourself be her docile little lab rat.

Until you literally can’t take the silence anymore.

“Was it really… that easy?” ‘To enter my home and take my daughter’ you want to add but you can’t even get the words past your throat.

She seems to understand, though. “Effortless.” she isn’t being cocky as she says it. In fact, she seems almost surprised herself. At least, from the angle you get of her face, while she’s studying a strange rock-like substance under a microscope.

“How the hell did Ethan not figure out you aren’t me?!” That moron. He just gave your daughter to her. That clueless moron!

For a split second, you see her lip twitch in what could, perhaps, be a withheld smile. “I was there for a day, so. Seems like your husband doesn’t know you quite that well.”

Is it really fair to blame him for not knowing you, though? With the secrets you’ve kept from him? The distance? The trauma from the shared nightmare you experienced coming back to you every time you even looked at him?

God, Rose really is the only thing that kept you together, isn’t she…

It’s easy to hate the accursedly beautiful bitch outside your cell. It’s easy to blame Ethan for not even suspecting something was amiss with you for a whole damn day.

It is not so easy to blame yourself as much as you do them.

Miranda replies when you ask her things, so you ask her about herself. To your surprise, she does not shroud her motives from you.

She has lost her daughter, she tells you, and the only way to get her back is through yours. For the first time since you met her, you see emotion clearly expressed in her eyes and voice. You recognize how she longs to be with her child again.

You can understand the never-ending grief of a mother losing her offspring. You know if anything happened to Rose you would rather fling yourself off a cliff than live a life without her.

And apparently, that is what she tried to do, too. She tried to die –and discovered life instead. That is what she calls it, anyway. All you can hear as she explains is that she found –and founded— the Mold. The same one that ruined your husband and you.

One more reason to hate the psycho witch.

And yet.

When you try to reach for the rage you previously held for her, you find that it’s gone. You’re bitter, you’re exhausted, you want to cry and above everything you want to see Rose again. But you don’t loathe her as you should.

“What do you mean… the only way to get Eva back is through Rose?” you dare ask after several minutes of silence.

She turns to look at you, eyes as piercing as they are blue. “Technically, the trade is simple.” Maybe you’re losing it from the stress and lack of sleep, but you think she almost hesitates for a second. “…a life for a life.”

As soon as she speaks and the meaning of her words registers in your mind, you’re gripping at the rusty iron bars with all your might, rattling them, shouting profanities at her. You are back to hating her all over again. It’s much simpler this way.

Until… she walks over and grabs your hand over the metal. Her touch is oddly warm for such a glacial heart. You cannot tell what she does to you, but it feels like an aura flowing through your system that silences you. Calms you. You do not want to be calm.

“I wasn’t finished.” she speaks. “That is where the experiments with you come in. By running tests on your blood and Rose’s and using my DNA as a medium, during the ritual I can trick the Megamycete into giving me what I want through a form of mitosis. Essentially, cell duplication that will not override the existing vessel.”

To be honest… you lost her midway through the very first sentence. You were quite good with biology back in the day but right now, in the state you’re in, science is going right over your head.

“...Is there an English version of that.” you ask.

Her mouth curves into that almost-smile again. It would be quite gorgeous, actually, if she hadn’t kidnapped you, infiltrated your home as you and abducted your daughter.

“If the tests succeed, you get your daughter back, I get mine from cloned DNA and Mold cells.” There’s a hint of pride in her voice as she says it.

And now, assuming she’s telling the truth, you want those tests to succeed more than you want to get out of here. Her hand leaves yours and the weird calm she blasted into you dissipates with it.

“Wait. So…” Realization strikes you like a thunderclap. “So these tests are for me?”

“You’re welcome.”

“I didn’t say thank you, you crazy b—blonde.” You rattle the iron bars again, a tad weaker than before. She does smirk over the microscope, this time. “How likely are the tests to succeed?” you ask impatiently.

“Quite.” she replies, flat once again.

“…And if they don’t?” you hate how your voice shakes there, at the end.

She looks at you, dead in the eyes, as she answers: “I am getting my daughter back either way, Mia.”

You can’t believe it. You cannot believe you’re thinking this, but you hope the crazy bitch knows what she’s doing.

Miranda is… despicable, but she is a woman of her word.

She brings you Rose for hours at a time and in exchange you help her outside of your cell. You thought your daughter would be in a worse condition, considering who keeps her, yet she’s healthy as ever, well-fed and clean. The worst part is, she laughs every time Miranda comes close and she even reaches out for her.

“No, my darling, don’t do that.” you tell her, tucking her tighter in your arms, before the woman behind you notices what’s happening.

Except it’s too late. “Ah, I see.” Miranda speaks, coming up to you from behind. She’s tall enough to lean over your shoulder and wave at Rose, who moves both hands towards her. “A lady of taste.” the woman praises and the lightness to her voice almost makes her sound like someone else. Someone normal.

“Stop it.” You turn your child away from her. “She’s just confused because you’re lit up like a Christmas tree.” You motion with your chin at her getup.

Miranda chuckles. “What. She senses our bond. Rose feels safe with me.”

Safe with the monster who wants to sacrifice her to get her own child back. You cannot swallow that thought down. “But she’s not, is she?!” you snap.

“She is.” Miranda reverts to her cool facade, glancing down at your daughter. “I will never let anything hurt her. And when she gives me Eva back, I will make sure she grows up bathed in luxury.”

It’s the Mold, you’re sure of it.

It’s the Mold’s fault that you believe her.

You were supposed to see Rose today. Instead, Miranda comes into the cave alone, looking irritated. You start to worry. Nothing phases her without a good reason. What if—

“Where’s my daughter?!” you demand, eyes wide.

“We have a problem.” she tells you. Your blood goes cold in your veins. “A problem named Ethan Winters.”

“Ethan?” you gasp.

“He is trying to get Rose back and according to reports from the Lords under me, he cannot be killed. His hand got cut off and he just reattached it. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?” she’s certain that you know. You can see it in her steely eyes.

“I— why would I—”

“Before you think to lie to me, hear something else. I bear good news, as well.” Miranda says. “I have succeeded in my experiments. During the ritual, I can guarantee Rose will remain unharmed and unchanged.” the edge of her lip curls up as she delivers the news. You almost cry from the sheer relief.

You almost leap forward and hug her, yet you remember who she is and that she caused this mess in the first place.

“But my conditions have changed.” her voice is a sword that cuts off your happiness just like that. You knew it was too good to be true. “For me to save Rose, you will tell me how to permanently get rid of Ethan Winters.”

…What?

She wants you to… trade your daughter for your husband? How the hell can I do that?!

“He has ruined too much for me to let him walk away happily now.” Her jaw is tight enough to sprout new lines on her flawless face. She wants him dead and she always gets what she wants. “He has killed colleagues of mine. Spat in the face of a damn-near god. I will have his head.”

The corners of your eyes sting with welling tears. Your body is far more honest than you in making a decision. Nobody is too important to sacrifice when it comes to your daughter. Not yourself. Not Ethan. And Miranda knows this better than anybody else. You loathe how she knows.

“Give him to me, Mia. And in a few days this whole thing will be over.” she continues in a significantly softer tone, getting closer to you. Her wings shift, the very edge of black feathers brushing your arms.

“You want me to aid in killing the father of my child?!” you sob, grabbing at her clothes. You’d expect her to shove you away, but she doesn’t move. She doesn’t even blink.

“You have been so cooperative and so brave.” she soothes, gold-taloned fingers coming underneath your chin. “Make one last sacrifice for me. Help me murder Ethan so Rose can live. Help me and I vow to be her eternal guardian angel. Hers and yours.”

She could just force the answer out of you. She’s touching you and you know she has that power. But she doesn’t do it and it’s far worse this way. She wants it to be your choice.

You look away from Miranda’s icy eyes and her promises of everything.

And you tell her.

You do not ask about Ethan. All that’s in your mind is the ceremony.

For the entire morning, you cannot breathe. You trace notes in her lab and pace around until you literally feel like you’ll explode—

And then Miranda comes in. She is radiant, smiling from ear to ear, glowing with pure joy. She looks every part the goddess she pretends to be. The golden circle usually adorning her back is gone, her long blonde hair is left free to flow like fine strands of silk past her square shoulders.

“It is done!” she tells you, a hand extended for you to take. “Come. I’ll take you to Rose and you will be the first to meet Eva.”

Her hand is warm when it closes around yours. Black wings shroud you both. There is a gravitational pull around you that’s so intense you shut your eyes and grab onto her biceps for dear life.

“You can look, now.” she speaks once the world is stable again. Your gut is churning, yet every bit of exhaustion and discomfort vanish the second you see Rose. She is safe within the first of the two golden cribs in front of you, bathed by the soft sunlight that disperses across the luxurious, dark-tiled chamber you’re in.

You run towards her, lifting your daughter in your arms and kissing her forehead over and over. She laughs at you, blue eyes crinkled. My love. My everything, you think. Everything was worth it for this moment. And you would do it all again, to ensure her safety.

Miranda’s steps, regal and authoritative, come to a stop near the other crib. You lean closer, take a look… to see another little angel there, sleeping peacefully. She resembles Rose, yet she resembles Miranda, too.

“Oh my God.” you breathe. “You really did it.”

“I did it and you and Rose made it possible, Mia.” she says. Your child extends a tiny hand towards her. She removes one of her claws and lets her finger be taken in your baby’s grip. “You don’t have to leave. She loves me already.” A proud smile curves her lips.

You hate how it looks like a sunrise.

You hate it even more that you understand why Rose is so charmed.

“Her mom can grow to love me, too.” Crystal eyes look into your own. “There is no place safer than by my side. Stay and we will raise them together. You won’t have to fear disease or death with me. You and Rose will have every little thing you could ever want. Forever.”

You don’t want your child to be co-patented by this selfish megalomaniac, who is the killer of her father. But. Then you stop to consider what you have been through until now. Nightmare after nightmare; this vicious cycle does not look like it will be broken. One thing or another will haunt you and hunt you wherever you go. You don’t want that life for Rose.

You won’t accept that life for Rose.

“…we will stay. But you can forget that part about me growing any fonder of you than I am now.”

Miranda nods, but something in her expression is so damn cocky you want to smack her. “Oh, what’s that, Rose? You can tell your mother is lying, too? My genius girl.”

Your jaw drops. She is my genius girl!

Miranda then touches your chin and tilts it up. You don’t want to be any closer to the gorgeous fucking witch, but when she stops there, hovering just over your mouth for a skipped heartbeat, looking down at you with those crystalline eyes of hers, you’re paralyzed.

Her lips slide over your own for just one slick, hot second. When she pulls back, she caresses Rose’s cheek and winks at you.

“I hate you.” you say, yet it holds no real bite. God, you’re exhausted.

“That’s alright. We have all the time in the world to change that.”

#resident evil village #resident evil 8 #mother miranda #mia winters #mother miranda x mia #fanfiction #rosemary winters #rose winters #ethan winters #comission #writing #Where Miranda wins and takes everything and more #hail winged hottie goddess

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aestheticsuwu · 3 years ago

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🍃Blue Lagoon 🍃

@judahlux I wrote this , hopefully you like it

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Coming out of the hut where they kept the wood safe and dry for the fire . Mr.Miyagi asked him to cut some , laying down the wood and starts to sectioned them to be chopped .

The old man was inside probably organizing their mess , he will blame it on Daniel later .

The omega himself was laying in the hammock , he was about to tease him about not doing anything like always until he looked at his direction .

He froze .

Daniel looked beautiful , His dark skin shined alongside with his hair . His lanky arms were behind his head , Johnny felt like he couldnt breathe.

Daniel turn his head toward his direction , the smile on him made johnnys chest feel warm . He looked gorgeous until the omega opened his mouth .

" You know , you should do less starting and do more working . "

Spluttering in anger he throws sand in his direction , all he got back were more gigles .

Beautiful ,huffing at the idea more like little punk .

Focusing on the wood until it was done. Sweat was dripping down his back , the sun was bright making his skin rosy from the heat .

" Daniel-san go get more fruit for dinner . Johnny-san come help Miyagi to move pot . "

The old man walked right back to the hut , following him to help him . But he couldnt help to look back once more were Daniel was heading .

Shaking his head and blaming the heat for his behaviour .

After helping Mr.Miyagi, he sat watching the old man finishing lunch for the three .

" Old man , do you ever look at Daniel and just feel annoyed .

" Daniel-san ? No , he just full of energy like puppy . Why ask Miyagi ? . "

" I dont know today he just .... nevermind . " He couldn't find the right words to describe it and he kind of felt embarrased .

They waited for a good while for Daniel to come back but he never showed up .He didn't want to admit but he had been worried , Maybe he had gotten hurt on his way back .

" Johnny , go ." Sometimes he felt Mr.Miyagi could read minds .

" ME !? "

" Hai , check the river . "

Springing up from his spot and started heading towards where Daniel had left earlier .

He told himself the gut feeling of being worried was because the punk was making them wait on lunch .

The omega was knowhwere to begin with , tired walking aimlessly he went to the river where Mr.Miyagi had mentioned .

Catching sight of the headband that Mr. Miyagi gave to daniel when he presented and sinced then he never not once wored it .

Never once to give up the chance to scold the omega he went forward to scare him but the second time of the day the words got caught on his throat .

He felt his face get hot , his mind was confusing him from the thoughts he recently been getting ever since his status was presented as Alpha .

His mind been catching every little thing that Daniel would do . How he whined of not getting to do hard work and then continued to whine when he did .

How when he would eat he would get all the fruit juice all over him when he was in a rushed to go swim .

Or how his wolf kept reminding him to get bigger and stronger , and felt big pride when the omega would notice .

Not realising how sometimes at night he wants to hold him and touch him without feeling ashamed .

" Johnny !! Come join me the water is fantastic !! .

" While you were busy having fun swimming we were starving . This is why you get on our nerves . "

That pout wasnt going to make him reconsidered his argument .

" Johnny cmon , just real quick ."

He didnt know why he felt like doing what the omega wanted , his inner wolf making him go against his word .

Daniel wasn't lying , the water felt amazing to the days weather . Diving in to take a quick swim , rising up to shake off the water .

The boy infront of him was smiling , he himself couldnt help but to smile . Daniel started splashing water , that little punk tried to swim away from him but he latched on to his waist .

Both were face to face , those eyes reminded him of the book with pictures Lucille had taught them words and animals . Even since he was young he thought that Daniel had ressemblance to a deer .

Yeah , Daniel was bambi . His bambi .

He surged forward to kiss him , the need was killing him inside and once he did Johnny knew he couldn't get enough .

He felt happy .

Until he's pushed him away by angry looking eyes .

" Why did you do that , i was saving my first kiss for an alpha . "

" Im an alpha ! . " Was Daniel dumb , because he clearlt wasn't a beta or omega . If he was he would think Miyagi would have told him .

Daniel looked frustrated , but what he said next made him feel sad that soon turned into anger .

" But it wasn't supposed to be you , now you ruined it ! "

" You know what, I was doing you a favor . Nobody would want to kiss someone that looks like a wet rat ! "

He shouted as he got out of the water , he couldn't believe how stupid he was to kiss Daniel.

" Hey ! Not like your any better ! looking like a .......... "

Saving him the excuse to find the word to insult him with he continued to fight .

" oh yeah , then how come your always drooling as you stare at me . "

But that kinda didnt help when he's been lately staring .

" Haha thats the other way around ! . "

" whatever "

Mood being ruined walking past by the basket full of fruits not even bothering to help Daniel.

Other alpha ? Why would Daniel want another alpha . It made his stomach upset and his hart ache , arriving to the hut he quickly goes up to his bed not longer having a appetite.

He was grateful that Mr.Miyagi left him alone for awhile and Daniel didnt kept being his annoying self .

When refusing to eat dinner , Mr. Myagi became worried .

" Johnny-san San okay ? "

" Yeah , just not hungry ."

" Miyagi make tea for maybe rut , just in case . "

Mr . Myagi was suprise after arriving on the island that his suppressants tea made it along with Books , knives and some clothing had not once touch the water .

Miyagi himself was a beta he didn't need the tea but Lucille was an omega so she did get her heats once every 3 months .

When lucille passed away when her bite mark started to fade meaning her husband had passed away . With her time left she taught Johnny and Daniel everything she knew .

Johnny was the first to present soon after Daniel presented but it was harder having an alpha around . Myagi knew a smell of an omega in heat made an Alpha Hungry for lust so he started to give them teas to help them with their heats and ruts .

The tea helped him a liitle but his wolf was restless knowing the omega rejected him making his scent stronger every minute he dwelled about it .

In the middle of the night he felt someone get in his bed , the smell of vanilla and cinnamon with a tint of sadness invaded his nose . Opening his eye to see Daniel crawling in .

" What are you doing , were not allowed to be in each others beds. "

Turning around quickly to see if Miyagi had woken up .

" Im sorry about earlier . "

" Its whatever , stop it .stop . Im not gonna fall for your bambi eyes ! . "

" My bambi eyes ? You havent called me bambi in a long time . Can you start calling me that again ? "

" I thought you said that you hated it . Are you blushing ? " .

" Stop asking questions . "

Daniel moves forward , he expected a kiss on the cheeck but he was wrong once he felt lips on his own .Soft and chaste, it drove him crazy just by a 2 second peck .

" We can kiss whenever you want , but just that okay . "

Nodding , leaning forward to kiss the omega . It was hard to refrain himself while having daniel under him .

Holding daniel in the verge of falling asleep , he wished they wouldn't leave or that no one would could rescue them from their home .

The thought of not being with Mr. Myagi who raised and was a father to them left him sad but Daniel being with someone elses droved him mad .

He didnt want to share what was his .

TBC.

#lawrusso #teen lawrusso #lawrusso au #johnny lawrence #daniel lawrusso #mr. miyagi #lucille larusso #blue lagoon au moodboard #blue lagoon au #blue lagoon #part 2 #ralph macchio #william zabka #movie au moodboard #abo au #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #alpha/beta/omega verse

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ppersonna · 5 years ago

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tempestuous - kth | m

tem·pes·tu·ous - adjective - characterized by strong and turbulent or conflicting emotion

↳ summary- There’s no one who riles you up more than Kim Taehyung, your best friend’s brother. He knows exactly how to make you fly off the handle.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 6.8k

↳ pairing- taehyung x reader

↳ genre- smut, minor angst i guess in the form of fighting, this is one big pile of smut, there’s some fluff too

↳ warnings- yikes where to begin. angry sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don’t be like dis), slapping, spanking, pain kink, dom/sub elements, facefucking, really rough sex, finger sucking, derogatory names, uhhh name calling, hate sex, tae is fuckin nasty yall im thriving

↳ a/n- I HAD TO REUPLOAD bc tumblr sucks lol well folks. here we are. i was given a prompt by @ladyartemesia so i blame her. as for tae, he really came for me this week and completely wrecked me, love that for me. i really popped off here and it’s only edited by me so i’m SORRY if there’s a lot of mistakes. fun fact i actually wrote almost 10k of another version of this but it frustrated me so badly i scrapped it lmao 🤡 HERE WE GO! Enjoy! feel free to send in your requests and i promise to try and get it done for you!

Kim Taehyung could only be described in a few words.

Infuriating, bothersome, vexing.

Gorgeous, breathtaking, suave.

Absolutely, inherently maddening.

And you hate how much you absolutely melt underneath his gaze, the way your heart leaps into your throat with a single word. Your body, the ultimate betrayer, opens up to him as your brain screams to abort, reverse, go back to start and do not pass go.

Kim Taehyung is not just the bane of your existence, no. He’s the little brother of your best friend, Kim Namjoon. Joonie had been in your life since you were in first grade and he in second. Taehyung was your age, but you hit it off with the older boy and haven’t separated since. Your mothers joked that you would get married one day and continue on the Kim line. Until they found out that Namjoon was 1) bisexual and 2) hopelessly in love with, ironically, a man named Kim Seokjin. He reasoned to his parents that they would at least carry on the Kim name.

Where Namjoon was sweet, caring, and deeply compassionate towards you, Taehyung was his alter. Taehyung was brash, cocky and relished in watching you squirm, whether it be out of fury or the god forsaken sexual tension. All growing up, he was the one to pull your pigtails, trip you into puddles of mud, and tease you in front of your friends. Namjoon, ever the faithful companion, was always there to pick up the pieces of what Taehyung broke.

It’s been that way with Taehyung ever since. A constant tug of war with each other, both unwilling to give a single inch to the opponent.

Your relationship with Namjoon remained steadfast as ever. Namjoon eventually moved in with his now-husband, Seokjin, who easily settled into your life as an additional partner in crime. You spent most of your days and nights settled into the couch, snuggled somehow in between or next to one of the two men you cherished most. You had the two best friends you could ask for and a happy life, blissfully Taehyung-free.

Until it wasn’t.

A loud knock wakes you from an unexpected nap on Namjoon’s couch. Your eyes crack open against the glare of the sunlight streaming through the windows. It takes a moment to gather your surroundings. You recognize that you’re in Namjoon and Seokjin’s apartment, and judging by the silence, you’re definitely alone there. As you reach for your phone, the screen lights up the time. 5:34 pm. Well, shit. You remember eating brunch and drinking mimosas at noon with your best friends and then lying on the couch to watch Netflix. How had you fallen asleep for five hours? How did you not wake? What the fuck did Jin put in his mimosas?

The knock is insistent again, louder this time.

“Joon! Jin! it’s me! Open up!”

The voice sounds familiar in your sleep-addled mind, but not quite enough to pinpoint it. You push your limp body off the couch and wince at the feeling of sore muscles. Couch sleeping isn’t all it’s cracked up to be once you’re past the age of 25.

“Sorry, Namjoon isn’t here-,” You open the door to explain to the guest and you’re cut off.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

You rub at your sleepy eyes and allow your vision to focus, only to feel your blood stand still in your veins.

Kim Taehyung. Of fucking course.

“What do you mean, why am I here? I’m always here,” you tut as you fold your arms to your chest. “What are you doing here?”

He rolls his eyes and holds up his hands, two suitcases clutched in each. Who the fuck carries 4 suitcases up three flights of stairs? Kim annoying ass Taehyung does, apparently.

“I’m moving in.” He pushes past you and into the living room.

Your mouth gapes open. Namjoon certainly didn’t tell you this. Taehyung looks back at chuckles at your reaction.

“I’m guessing your best friend didn’t tell you the happy news?”

You shut your mouth, quickly jumping back into composure. “No, he failed to mention that,” you sniff. “I thought you lived with your girlfriend in Gangnam? What was her name? Rose or whatever?”

Tae stiffens, just slightly for a moment, before he plasters back on the bravado. “Obviously not anymore. We broke up, she kept the apartment. Got tired of moping at my mom’s house and I told Namjoon I wanted to come back to the city.”

You feel a slight tug at your stomach, guilt, perhaps? You clear your throat. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

He laughs as he sits on the couch, instantly throwing his feet onto the coffee table, like a heathen. “No, you’re not.”

“What do you mean, no I’m not? God, sorry for being polite!”

This, you reason, is why you can’t sustain longer than 5 minutes of civilized conversation with your best friend’s younger brother. He’s impossible.

He just smirks, and you know he loves the rise he gets out of you.

“Because I know you, and I know you don’t give a fuck about my love life.”

Au contraire. If only he knew just how much you gave a fuck.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t be nice to you!” you nearly stamp your foot in frustration but hold yourself back. That would be too good of ammo for him to use against you.

“Okay, fine,” he acquiesces. “Whatever helps you feel you’re a good person.”

You’re seeing red and you know you want to continue screaming at him but you will not stoop to his level.

“Christ, I haven’t seen you in months and you’re still an asshole,” you say as you grab your keys and shoes. “And also, Jin will kill you if he sees your feet on his coffee table.”

You whip yourself around and open the door to leave and hear him call over your shoulder.

“Good to see you too, doll! Love the hairstyle, by the way.”

You close the door with a growl leaving your throat. The absolute audacity of that man.

You stomp towards the elevator to take yourself to the ground level, when you catch your reflection in the shiny metal. Your hair is in what you can only lovingly call a complete hornet’s nest. It’s ratted and sticking out in places and you feel your cheeks burn. Your first reintroduction with Taehyung is with a fight AND with you looking like a fool.

This would not do. No, sir.

“Kim Namjoon!” you shriek into your cell phone. You’re awkwardly pressing it against your ear with your shoulder as you walk out of the convenience store under your apartment building with 3 bottles of soju and a six-pack of beer. You needed to drown your shame and sorrow, and fast.

“Hello, love of my life and moon of my stars,” your best friend replies and you can hear Seokjin chuckle in the background.

“No!” You chide, already cracking a beer open as you storm into your apartment building. “Don’t you Khal Drogo me, mister! Why the fuck didn’t you tell me your fucking asshole brother was moving in with you?!”

Namjoon is silent and you can tell he’s wincing on the other end of the phone. “Oops?” He offers.

“Yeah, big oops! A heads up would have been nice! Like, ‘hey best friend, your worst enemy of all time is moving in today. Maybe you shouldn’t fall asleep on my couch and wake up looking like Frankenstein’s ugly wife. Oh, and also my handsome boyfriend and I will just happen to not be there when he arrives’.”

By this time, you can tell Namjoon has put you on speakerphone because you can hear their rich laughter loud and clear. Rude bitches.

You stab your key code into your door and lock yourself in, chugging as much of the beer as you could handle.

“At least, even in her rants she thinks I’m handsome,” Jin gloats.

“I’m sorry babe,” Namjoon sighs as he finally calms down. “I didn’t know he would be there today. I just found out about it last night.”

You nibbled at your bottom lip, the annoying pit in your stomach feeling simultaneously guilty that he went through a breakup, unbridled joy that something brought him down a peg, and just a dash of excitement that he’s single now.

You let out a breath. “It’s okay, Joon. It just surprised me to see him.”

Jin butts in, “And because you have a big, fat, unresolved crush on him.”

“Jin!” You admonish. The couple laughs again and you roll your eyes, asking yourself why you put up with the two. “I do not!”

They both hum a non-committal answer, implying they don’t believe you in the slightest.

“Whatever. What are you guys doing, anyway?”

“We just got home from shopping. God, Jin looked so good in these jeans he tried on. I was actually just about to suck his coc-,”

“Kim Namjoon, do not finish that sentence! I do not wish to hear it!” You try to remain firm, but dissolve into giggles with the pair.

You could never stay mad at Namjoon long, even if his brother was the devil incarnate.

“Darling,” Jin calls through the phone. “I still expect to see you at our place tonight for our sleepover.”

Christ, you had forgotten all about your scheduled sleepover night. It was tradition and one of your favorite parts of your friendship with the couple. Jin, a literal chef, prepared a five star meal along with dessert for you while you binge watched Netflix and talked incessantly.

But you also usually slept in their spare bedroom. The exact one that Taehyung would be occupying.

“Fuck, while he’s there?”

“Oh suck it up,” Jin chides, like he’s your mother. “He’s probably not even going to leave his room. You’re not getting out of this. I’m making strawberry cheesecake.”

Your mouth waters at the idea of Jin’s famous cheesecake.

“Fine, but I get to lick the bowl and not Namjoon. Those are my terms.”

Namjoon squawked in defiance as Jin laughed. “I agree to your terms. Be at our place by 8.”

As you hung up the phone, you checked the time. 6:40. God, he hadn’t left you with much time to get ready, did he?

And you definitely needed to get ready. There was no way you were entering a room where Kim Taehyung exists looking like booboo the fool, not again.

Your fingers press the 6 digit passcode to Namjoon and Seokjin’s apartment, arms heavy laden with your bag of toiletries and pajamas, and a bag full of wine.

“Honey, I’m home!” You announce as you toe off your shoes and slide into the combined kitchen and living room.

You receive no reply, but greeted with the amused face of none other than the object of your filthiest dreams, Taehyung.

“Pet names already? We’re moving pretty fast, wouldn’t you say?” He asks you as he lounges at the kitchen table. He watches you open the fridge to set the wine, as comfortable in their home as you are in yours.

“Fuck off,” you grumble. “Where’s your brother?”

Tae seemed absolutely tickled by your disgruntlement. “I think they mentioned something about taking a shower. That was 20 minutes ago, though.”

“Great,” you sigh. “Those fucking horn dogs act as if they’re still newlyweds. We’ll be waiting awhile.”

You tug off your sweater, leaving you to remain in a fitted tank top and yoga pants. You tried to maintain a comfortable look as you dressed for the evening, while keeping in mind which leggings hugged your ass and showed off your toned thighs, and a tank top that dipped low to your cleavage. Okay, so maybe you had ulterior motives. You wanted to make up for your dreadful appearance earlier and make him squirm, payback for the years of him doing it to you.

You watch him as he lets his eyes roam your body, eying you like he wants to ravage you completely. You feel victorious… and also turned on. Fuck, you played yourself.

You flop onto the couch in a huff and Tae snorts before joining you.

“What’s so funny?” You eye him suspiciously.

“Nothing,” his smile feigns innocence. “I’m not allowed to laugh?”

You sniff in annoyance, not eager to fall for his tricks. “You’re allowed to do whatever you want, your highness.” Sarcasm drips from your voice and Tae finds it even more humorous.

“I see you’re still a sassy bitch.”

You gasp, audibly startled by his language and rise from the couch, fists clenched.

“I see you’re still a conceited dick!”

He rises to meet you where you stand, eyes boring into your own with his stupid sexy grin on his face. “I see you’re still not one to back down from a fight.”

You step closer, close enough to feel his breath on your face. Idly, you note it smells like peppermint and you move closer on reflex.

“Yeah? I see you’re still not one to avoid starting a fight in the first place!” you huff.

“Oh, I started it?”

“Yeah, you started it! You called me a bitch!”

You can’t believe this is happening. You feel as if you’re 6 again and fighting with him over a toy.

“A sassy bitch, actually,” he corrects, taking another step forward, bodies touching.

“Fuck you!”

“Only if you say please,” he quips before he closes the distance and presses his lips to yours in a scorching hot kiss.

There’s not even a moment of hesitation on your end, immediately pulling him even closer and wrapping your arms around his neck and allowing his tongue entrance to your mouth. Your body reacts to his instantly, as if it’s wired to respond to him and him only. Your mind was blank of anything except Tae, only Tae please, and you acted purely on instinct alone. And instinct was pulling him closer and begging, more, anything he could give.

The sound of laughter coming from the hallway pulls you apart, neither of you wanting to get caught by Namjoon or Jin. You stare at him, his lips are cherry red and slightly swollen and the image burns into your retinas. He has such pretty lips after you’ve kissed him.

“Oh hey! What’s going on here?” Namjoon asks as he notices the intense eye-battle you’re engaged in with his younger brother.

It shakes you out of the spell, eye contact broken and hypnosis halted.

“Just, errrr,” you falter to find the right words to explain the situation.

“Just getting reacquainted.” Tae sounds completely unaffected, as if the passionate kiss you shared with him seconds ago was but a distant memory. Asshole.

“I’m surprised you two haven’t thrown anything at each other yet,” Jin laughs. “Or thrown yourselves at each other.”

Both you and Taehyung whip to look directly at Jin.

“Her!?” Tae is incredulous. “Gross.”

You’ll never admit out loud that his words wound you.

“You’re an asshole, Taehyung,” you punctuate your words by turning away from him and towards Namjoon, who appears amused as ever.

“Ah, I love when my best friend and my little brother are screaming at each other. Feels like old times. Can one of you cry now to complete the moment?”

Taehyung grumbles under his breath, something you can’t catch, and stalks off to his room. The slam of his door reverberates in the apartment and Jin jumps and turns to yell down the hall at his brother-in-law.

“Yah! Don’t break my apartment! I still owe money on this!”

Despite Taehyung’s appearance every so often in the kitchen or living room, the rest of the night goes on with no annoying disturbances.

Jin spoils you and his husband with expensive food, and the best cheesecake you’ve ever eaten in your life. Plus, you’re given the bowl to lick clean despite a desperately adorable pout from Namjoon you were sure would persuade Jin.

You’re settled on the couch, snuggling in the middle of the couple as an action movie flickers across the big screen tv. Truthfully, you haven’t paid attention to a single thing happening, your thoughts entirely too absorbed in Taehyung and that deliciously infuriating kiss.

Why did he do it? You couldn’t comprehend his reasoning. Perhaps he was doing it to piss you off. He’s never angered you with that level of intimacy before, but you didn’t put it past him.

You’re surprised when the credits of the movie start rolling and Jin and Namjoon fake loud yawns.

“Oh man, I’m beat,” Namjoon lies.

Jin is quick to join. “Me too, I think I’ll pass out the moment I hit the pillow.”

You roll your eyes at the men. “Will you two please go fuck already, I know that’s what you’re going to do.”

Namjoon blanches, but Jin laughs and kisses your cheek. “Ah, my smart, beautiful and chaotic child,” he coos. He leans in to your ear, voice low to keep his husband from listening. “I don’t think I’m the only one in this house who’s going to get pounded into a mattress.”

He pulls back and winks at you, deftly ignores Namjoon’s confusion and sadness of being left out, and drags him to their bedroom with a loud ‘goodnight’.

You’re left to stew in your own emotions, which is never a good thing. Was the tension that obvious? You always assumed it had been one-sided, but the kiss befuddled you more than you’d like to admit.

It finally snapped in your mind, all the dots connecting. That’s why he did it.

He kissed you so you’d stew and simmer and eventually erupt, like you’re doing now. Taehyung knows you too well for your comfort.

You grab your bag of clothes and storm towards the bathroom to change, promising yourself to forget about the kiss and not give Taehyung what he wants.

Except you’re not very good at promises, especially to yourself.

You can’t say you’re excited to sleep on the couch again. While it’s a nice couch, it’s definitely not a bed and your back will pay the price tomorrow. You supposed it was better than the floor, but not by much.

After dressing in your pajamas, a purposefully picked out combination of tiny shorts and a sports bra in case Taehyung happens upon you, you return to your bed for the night in the living room.

Namjoon graciously left blankets and a pillow out for you, and you’re complaining internally about Taehyung the whole time you make yourself a spot to sleep. If it wasn’t for stupid Taehyung and his stupid existence, you’d be sleeping like a baby on the guest bed that you loved. But no, they relegated you to the couch like an animal.

Sleep was not in the cards tonight, it seems. You toss and turn and try to press at the cushions to move a lump around and get comfortable, but it’s all for naught. You’re wide awake and very, very uncomfortable. You didn’t understand how you fell asleep on this very couch earlier in the day. Maybe the mimosas you had at brunch with the couple had been helpful.

A thought crosses your mind. Alcohol. Maybe a nice glass of wine would help tuck you into a peaceful, dreamless sleep. A nightcap. Of course. You were angry at yourself for not thinking of it hours ago.

You slipped out of your disagreeable bed and into the kitchen, trying not to make a sound. Jin’s beloved kitchen was also an echo chamber of noise, even the slightest sound bouncing off its walls and amplifying it through the whole house. You still remember the way you jumped five feet in the air when Jin accidentally broke a plate. It sounded like a bomb explosion.

You bite your lip as you carefully pry the cabinet of wine glasses open, careful to not even allow a squeak of a hinge. You silently beg to stay silent and not wake anyone in the house. You didn’t want to be caught drinking wine at 2 am in the dark, that’s difficult to explain without looking like an alcoholic.

With glass in hand, you tiptoe the fridge to pull out the bottle of merlot, thinking the heavy red wine would be the best to get you sleepy and quick.

You tug the cork from the bottle and pour a healthy amount into the stemware with a smile. Liquid sleep. And you had done it without making a single sound. Perfection. The smell of the alcohol permeates through your nose as you lift the glass, placing it to your lips to take a sip.

“Wine at this hour?” the unexpected voice of Taehyung echos through the kitchen, making you yelp and jolting you hard enough that you drop the hard-earned glass of wine to the tile floor, red wine splashing as the sound of glass shattering is reverberating off the walls.

“Fuck!” You screech at the intruder. Taehyung doubles over, laughing as if he’s seen nothing funnier than what just transpired. “You asshole!”

You listen past Taehyung’s incessant laughter to ensure the owners of the apartment hadn’t awoken during the ruckus. You definitely did not want to face a tired and agitated Jin to tell him you shattered one of his Tiffany crystal goblets.

Beyond Tae, the house is silent and you’re thanking whatever god is listening for keeping your best friends asleep.

The wine is everywhere, spilling into the cracks of the tile and splattered on the walls. The crystal stemware is too; it shattered with such force that you see flecks of the shrapnel in all four corners of the room.

Tae wipes a tear from his face and you square a tempestuous look at him.

“Fucking help me! You made me drop it!”

Through snorts, he replies. “I didn’t make you do anything. You did that on your own.” Although he is arguing with you, he’s gingerly stepping into the kitchen and kneeling to pick up shards of glass.

“I wouldn’t have dropped it if you had come into the room like a fucking normal person,” you grit.

He collects the glass, the delighted grin on his face now permanent. He’s relishing in your annoyance, you know he is, and it burns you from the inside out.

“It’s not my fault you didn’t hear me.”

“You could have turned on the light! Why were you in the dark like a freak?” You’re grasping at straws, anything to pin this all on him. It would quell the fire in your belly to push it all onto him, make you feel as if you’ve won.

Taehyung levels a look at you. “And you weren’t also in the dark? Pouring a gallon of wine for yourself?”

Your cheeks flare red. Fuck, he definitely caught you there. You’re playing verbal poker with him and the hand you’re dealt falls flat compared to his royal flush. He grins, knowing he has you.

“Fuck you,” you snark, you go to insult when you’re backed into a corner.

“Ah, doll,” he winks. “We talked about that. Be careful what you wish for.”

The fire inside you is roaring to an inferno now, flames licking to your core. It’s a complicated mixture of anger and sexual energy. It’s infuriating that he’s able to make you feel every single emotion to the extreme. You hate that arguing with him turns you on, like it’s some perverse foreplay.

You moisten your lips with your tongue as you process his words, and Tae’s eyes hungrily track the appendage as it glides over your lips.

“Fuck. You.” You emphasize perfunctorily.

All thoughts of wiping up the mess are forgotten as Tae drags both you and himself off the floor and steers you to the living room, lips feverish against your own. He pushes you into the couch and tugs his shirt off, before replacing his lips to yours.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot when you’re a bitch,” he groans as he snaps the strap of your sports bra. “Seeing you get all worked up makes me so hard.”

He’s not wrong. You can see through his mesh basketball shorts that he’s sporting an impressive package, rock hard in its clothed prison.

“Yeah?” You bite at his lip.

“Hell yeah.” His hands work to the elastic band under your bust and tugs the offending material off, tits springing free as he throws it to the floor.

“Holy shit,” Taehyung breathes as he gets a good look at your chest.

You shake them gently, grinning as he watches them jiggle. “You like what you see?”

He smirks and pinches a nipple, wiping the coy smile off your face and turning it into a moan. “I like when you’re mouthy, but don’t push it.”

He lowers his head to the nipple he’s still pinching in his fingers, licking at it and replacing his fingers with his mouth. He’s moaning around the nipple, and you’re gasping for more. His hot mouth sucks at you, teeth nibbling and pulling it until you’re whimpering in delicious pain.

“Fuck!” He cries as he pops away from your nipple. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Your body warms at his words, arousal pooling between your legs. You’re sure that your thighs are drenched in your essence.

He slurps your neglected breast into his mouth, ensuring your nipples are equally abused. His tongue is skilled but his mouth is messy, saliva dripping all around your tit and it’s the hottest fucking sight you’ve ever seen.

He’s pulling away again and pinching both nipples with his hands simultaneously. “And you’re so fucking annoying.”

You’re pleading for more or to stop, you’re not sure. He continues.

“Mm, I’m gonna fuck you until you’re a good little bitch for me. Listening to every fucking thing I say.”

He releases your nipples, and you finally find the ability to focus again, staring directly at him.

“Oh, you think you’re that good?” you sass as you attempt to catch your breath. “Put your money where your mouth is.”

Tae grips your chin roughly, face inches away from yours with a sadistic grin. “You’re going to regret those words, baby.”

Instantly, he’s standing up and tugging his shorts down to let his cock spring free. Your brain misfires as you visually measure his cock and your mouth goes dry. He’s thick and long. The bulbous head is dripping pre-cum, begging you to slurp it up.

“How about I put my money where your mouth is,” he suggests as he grabs a fistful of your hair.

He teasingly rubs his cock on your lips and cheeks, makes you whimper with need. Your tongue is sticking out, desperate for him to lay it on you.

“Already so fucking greedy,” he grunts and in one motion, directs his dick into your open mouth. “I’ll fuck your throat, yeah? Greedy bitches love getting face fucked.” He is still for a beat more, eyes searching yours for consent and you nod with his cock still in your mouth. He winks, then begins a rapid pace, his cock fucking into your mouth and throat.

You’re sure you look like a goddamn mess with saliva dripping from your mouth as Taehyung punishes your throat with his thrusts. You gag and moan around him, and he tightens his grip in your hair as you see stars.

It’s indescribable. Never have you felt such pleasure from sucking cock, but Tae commands your entire body, willing you to drip with anticipation.

“My little fuck toy, god you feel so fucking good,” he hisses. “You’re gonna swallow my cum, baby.”

His hips are stuttering, he’s close, and you’re sucking him harder, cheeks pulling in harder to vacuum him in. The pressure makes him groan out loud.

“So good, so fucking good. Get ready for your prize, baby,” his voice cuts off in a gasp, as his cock twitches violently. His legs shake and he doesn’t hold back the moans of his orgasm, gasping as he feels rope after rope spill down your hot throat.

Your big doll eyes are twinkling up at him, lips still wrapped around his cock. Taehyung is sure it’s the hottest thing he’ll ever see in his lifetime. You on your knees, subservient to him and thriving for it.

“Mmm, I like it when your mouth is full like this,” he slowly pulls out of your mouth, albeit reluctantly. “Can’t talk back to me when you’re sucking my cock like a whore.”

You smile and stick out your tongue, pleased to show him you happily accepted his cum.

“Good fucking girl,” he coos as he grips your chin again. “Did you like my cum?”

You nod, brain fried from the heat of the room.

“Use your words,” he grits and grips your jaw harder. It’s enough to shock you into compliance.

“Y-yes! Fuck, I love your cum, Tae.” Your words are breathy and raspy, throat raw from his barrage.

“I knew you would, filthy slut. Sit on the couch.” He orders and you’re quick to scurry and sit on the makeshift bed you made.

His hands are tugging down your shorts quickly. No teasing or seduction here, not now. You lift your hips, and he throws them aside. Your legs close on reflex, making him growl.

“Do not hide yourself from me.” His tone is dark and you can’t help but shiver as you open yourself up to him. You want to talk back, want to fight and bite at him, but you’re quickly losing the ability to even speak, and you’re aching for him.

“Where’s my mouthy little bitch? You’re awfully quiet. Did I finally break you?” He teases, pressing your legs upward, knees to your ears. It’s pornographic how on display you are for him, soaking wet cunt front and center.

“The great Taehyung thinks he can break me with his cock,” you mewl, mustering all the false confidence you can. You’re lying through your fucking teeth and you both know it, but you continue. “You’ll have to do more than that.”

Your pussy is quaking with need now, desperate for a single touch. His hands maintain purchase on the backs of your thighs, holding them up.

“There she is,” he bites at the flesh of your leg closest to him which makes you jerk in his hold. “Gonna fuck the brat right out of you.”

He removes a hand from your thigh and you’re quick to pick up the slack, holding the thigh in place to maintain his open show of your pussy.

“Try me,” you murmur, and you’re instantly regretting your words as a harsh slap descends and lands square on your cunt.

You nearly scream, pain flooding your wanton pussy, before turning into delicious pleasure that stings and tingles right at your clit. It sizzles, and warmth blooms where his hand was.

“That’s for not believing me.” His eyes are feral and you want to bottle this memory forever.

Another slap has your legs trembling, eyes rolling back as the burn turns to a low heat. You’re dripping your wetness down onto the couch and Jin will kill you, but you don’t care.

“That was for calling me a dick,” he smirks.

Smack.

Tears spring in your eyes as the slap brings more pleasure than pain, desperately close to your edge.

“Look at you, you could cum just from this, couldn’t you?”

“F-fuck! Yes, please, I need more, please!” Your cunt is clenching around nothing, desperate for friction and leaking out of you like a faucet. Taehyung marvels at you, legs spread so far, with a cunt weeping with arousal for more. He can’t wait to dive in there, but he’s not finished with you yet.

“More? I don’t know if you deserve more, baby, you’ve been awfully mean to me,” he tsks, breathing hot air on your clit, making you whine.

“P-please! I’m sorry!” You’re sure you will black out with how desperately you need him. You need him more than you need oxygen.

“Beg.”

You’re quick to submit. Thoughts of fighting back are long gone, you’re his wanton little slut now.

“Please, please! Pleaseeeee, make me cum! I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” He asks with an arch of his eyebrow.

You’re nodding wildly, gazing at him with desperate, watery eyes.

“Anything, I need you so f-fucking bad it hurts!”

By the time the words leave your lips, he’s thrusting two fingers into your cunt viciously, fingering you ferociously. He arches them, rubbing against your spongy g-spot and making you scream. He knows you’re close, knows you only need one little push off the edge. He plays your body like a skilled practitioner.

“Cum on my fingers, baby. Let me see my greedy little bitch milk my fingers.”

Your body and mind react accordingly, deep down you know your body is owned completely by him, all his. Your orgasm explodes and you think you actually scream, your vision is black and your hearing goes silent for a moment as you cum harder than you have in your life. You’re squeezing his fingers with your pussy so tight and Taehyung is gently licking all the juices from his hand with his fingers still inside you.

It takes time to descend from the separate plane of existence Taehyung sent you too, but you come back and watch as he laps at the liquid of your cunt and on his hand like it’s a vital necessity. His fingers remain in your walls, and he refuses to break eye contact with you. You’re positive you could cum again from the sight.

“My little cockslut tastes so good, just how I like,” he tells you tenderly. “Like cherries, so sweet. My little cherry.”

Your cunt is aching and warming back to life as he pulls his fingers out of you. The loss is immense and you’re whimpering for more.

“Ah, ah,” he hushes you. “No whining. You’ll take what I give you. Suck my fingers clean. Taste yourself.”

He presses his fingers into your mouth, earning him a sigh, the taste of you filling your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his fingers and suckle each one to ensure your tongue laves the entire surface.

“Fuck,” he whispers and it’s his first crack in his steel reserve. “Needy.”

He pulls his fingers from your mouth and presses against you to kiss. It’s gentle, sweet, and nothing compared to the man assailing your pussy with slaps moments ago. It thrills you just the same and you return in kind, threading your hands in his wavy hair.

He pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, a moment of gentleness you actively welcome.

“This little cunt ready for me?” He whispers and you’re whimpering your reply.

“Please, fuck me. I need you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

He grins and presses a kiss to your lips again, sweet and chaste, before he pulls away and slides down to attach those same sinful lips to your pussy.

It’s so unexpected you flinch and manage a cry as his tongue slurps up more of your delicious essence and his mouth moves to suckle on your clit. You’re not sure where the fuck he learned these tricks, but you know now you will never let him go.

“Taehyung!” You cry at the sensation. “Fuck!”

After receiving the reaction he was desperate for, he slips his tongue into your walls deep and gathers as much of you as he can, before he’s pulling back and swallowing you down.

“I couldn’t resist. Your cunt was made for me to devour.”

He doesn’t allow for a response as he throws your legs over his shoulders and lines himself up at your core.

“Condom?” He asks you, and you level a quick look at him.

“I don’t live here! I don’t have any!” You’re savage, terrified he’ll pull his cock away when all you want and can think about is the way he’ll feel pounding into you.

“Don’t be rude, baby,” he reminds you with a swat to your ass. “I’m clean, promise. You?”

You nod quickly, reveling in the spank’s tingle. “Same. I have an IUD too,” you sigh. Thank god for medical birth control implants.

“Good. You’re the only pussy I’m gonna fuck from now on,” he promises. You know you must talk about this later, when you’re thinking rationally and not with your aching pussy.

Your heart stutters and leaps into your throat but all is forgotten as he plunges into your tight heat.

“Ohhhhh shit, ahhh,” he gasps. “Baby, you’re so fucking tight and wet.” He’s on the verge of whining, becoming just as needy and greedy as you. He wastes no time in setting a pace.

His cock fills you completely, his angle allowing him to go as deep as he can, pressing the beginning of your cervix. This is surely what heaven feels like. It feels like the completeness you feel with Taehyung fully sheathed inside you.

It comes alive with flames and explosions as he fucks you, hips pistoning to plunge in and out of you with tenacity. He fucks you like he laces every single thrust with more, more than just sex. He fucks you with purpose.

You’re moaning like a pornstar now, high pitch wails and gasps and breathy moans are all you can manage. “Taehyung, yes! Feel so g-g-good!”

“That’s right baby, scream my fucking name. Make sure all the neighbors know who fucking ruined you,” he nearly spits, cock thrusting into your core at an impossible speed. “I want you to tell all of Korea who owns you. Who owns this tiny little cunt?”

The wind leaves you, and you’re gasping for air, gaping mouth open as you try to reply. It takes him fucking into you harder a few times before you feel it rush back into you.

“You, Taehyung! You! Fuck, I love your cock!”

His thumb rubs at your engorged clit, allowing it the friction it seeks. He bends forward and wraps his other hand around your throat, squeezing.

Losing air combined with the friction on your clit has you keening, so close to the edge. You try to babble his name but nothing comes out.

“Look at my pretty little slut taking my cock so well,” he praises. “You have the greediest pussy, don’t you? You need my cock daily, baby. Need to put my mouthy bitch in her place, remind her who’s in charge.”

He slows his pace but his thrusts are punishing, fucking into you as hard as he can. Your orgasm is climbing so impossibly high.

“F-fuck!” You gasp as he releases his grip on your neck. “Gonna cum! Please let me cum!”

“Yeah baby, cum for me. Cream your greedy pussy all over my cock.”

The world stops spinning as you hit the height of your climax and plunge down. Your vision goes black and your body is quivering and convulsing nearly as hard as your cunt is. Taehyung hisses at your walls sucking him in, as if you’re begging for his cum, begging for more.

“Fuck, good girl, baby, holy shit,” he’s breathless and so close.

You’re overstimulated, boneless, but he wrought two of the best orgasms you’ve ever felt in your life and you’ll be damned if you leave him high and dry. You bite your lip as you move with him, hips pounding against each other. His face is scrunched up and you know he’s close when he’s stuttering on his words. You take over for him.

“Please cum in me baby, please. Fill me up. I’m yours, baby, mark my little cunt as yours.” You don’t know where it’s coming from, but you keep it going. It feels as natural as fucking him does. “Please, Taehyung!”

At the sound of his name leaving you in a whine, he spirals down his own completion. He feels his cock pulse as he empties his load into you, your walls still reverently beckoning for him. He’s calling out your name, grasping at your tits as he finishes and you’re smiling from ear to ear. Your pussy is warm with his seed and you’re positive it’s the way you want to feel every single night.

“Holy fuck,” Taehyung rasps as he pulls his cock out of you. He thrills as he watches his cum follow, slipping out your folds and down your thigh. “I definitely marked you.”

You hum in reply, finally allowing yourself to soak in the haze of orgasmic bliss. Tae presses his head to yours again, kissing you sweetly.

“Come sleep in my bed?” He asks. He means more behind it. He wants to ask you to sleep in his bed every night, stay with him every day, be the one he grows old with. He knows there’s still more to talk about, wounds of the past to heal, but now you’re with him, and he knows he’ll work through anything.

You nod, and kiss him again, understanding his hidden meaning laced in his words.

A sly smile spreads across his face. “Last one to bed has to take the blame for the wineglass,” he teases. Your head spins as if you’ve got whiplash. He can switch from dominating to sensitive to the little shit he is so quick.

“Hey! No fucking fair! You fucked my ability to run out of me!”

“Shouldn’t have been such a sassy bitch,” he winks before he tears away towards his room.

“Taehyung, you’re an asshole!” You call as you limp your way behind him.

From behind Joon and Jin’s door, a critical voice bellows, “YAH! I’ll kill you if you got your jizz on my couch! And what is this I heard about my glass!!? HEY! Those are TIFFANY. CRYSTAL. THE DISRESPECT!”

You slip into Taehyung’s bed and wrap yourself around him, the two of you gasping with mischievous giggles.

Kim Taehyung will always be the one who knows how to drive you wild. He’ll always aggravate and infuriate you, send you reeling.

But now you didn’t think you minded it at all.

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Good Omens - Taking the Cake (Rated G)

Summary: When Aziraphale decides to host Warlock and Adam's 12th birthday down at his shop, he tells Crowley they'll be doing it without magic. That's all well and good until Crowley is called upon to finish decorating the cake... (1551 words)

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“Ho there! Mmph... angel? Ngk... ” Crowley grunts, stuffing himself through one door of Aziraphale’s bookshop, the other holding stubbornly to its frame. He barely makes it through, lugging copious bags bulging with party gear, his long fingers curled around handles strained thin by the weight.

"In here, dear," Aziraphale replies, giving no indication that he's coming to help. Crowley picks an aisle and starts walking, navigating the narrow expanse between late 18th century classics and Roman philosophy.

“I got everything on your list," Crowley says when he spots his husband. "Goodie bags, balloons, streamers, poppers… “ He pauses inventorying when he comes up behind Aziraphale, deeply engaged in the creation of a buttercream rosette.

By hand, no less.

Aziraphale insisted they throw together this entire party like natives, and that meant no magic whatsoever. Crowley couldn’t understand why. Miracling together a party is literally a snap. They'd done it hundreds of times over the years. It's how they hosted their wedding.

With a snap.

That did, however, create a mountain of paperwork, which led to Gabriel and his henchmen finding out about their shindig and showing up uninvited. Surprisingly, they didn't cause much in the way of trouble. They snickered a little, made a few snide remarks, but they mostly spent their time "observing" from a table in a far corner, mingling with no one as if above it all.

Crowley tensed when they arrived, but having a few party crashers didn't go too badly... until the karaoke began.

“Is that the cake then?”

“Yes. I’m almost done.“ Aziraphale pinches his tongue between his teeth, steadying his hand as he adds a peony this time.

"It's gorgeous," Crowley says in awe. "Truly stunning."

"Thank you, my dear," Aziraphale says, glowing from his husband's praise.

"But... "

Aziraphale's shoulders instantly go rigid.

Crowley hates to do this to him. The cake really is a masterpiece of confectionary construction. But it needs to be said. "Warlock and Adam are turning twelve."

"And... ?"

"Don't you think they might appreciate something a bit more... I don't know.... befitting of a pair of former antichrists? Like a zombie with bleeding eyes? Or a raven with sharp, pointy teeth?"

Aziraphale glares over his shoulder at Crowley as if insanity has finally set in. "Ravens don't have teeth!"

"I know! That's why it would be terrifying! Right up their alleys!"

Aziraphale shakes his head, going back to his peonies. "This is a birthday cake! Not a Halloween cake! Besides, I only know how to make flowers. Anything else would require magic, and you know how I feel about that. Besides, I'm certain they only care about the insides anyway, and it's crammed full of chocolate. I don't think they'll mind a crocus or two."

"Fair enough," Crowley concedes.

The clock in the corner chimes, and Aziraphale sighs. He looks over at it, then double-checks the time on his pocket watch. Crowley checks the time on his watch, too, although he doesn't know what for.

"Three o'clock," Aziraphale observes. "Damn."

"Wot's wrong?"

"I’m afraid I’m running a bit behind.”

“Anything I can do to help?” Crowley asks, piling his sacks on a nearby chair.

“As a matter of fact, I have to pop out for a few," Aziraphale says, handing Crowley the piping bag, "but this cake needs one final touch.”

“And that is?” Crowley holds the bag between his fingers the way he would a dead rat, wary that he might be called upon to construct the same delicate flowers Aziraphale has. Without his magic, Crowley doesn't have anything near Aziraphale's talent with icing.

Warlock and Adam may just get a gruesome cake after all.

“I just need it to say 'Happy Birthday Warlock and Adam'.” Aziraphale bustles about, grabbing his coat off the tree and throwing it on. “The handwriting doesn't need to be immaculate, just legible. Could you do that for me?”

“Pfft. No problem," Crowley says, secretly perceiving a problem. "Piece of… “

Aziraphale stops on his way out the door to give his husband an exasperated look. Crowley snickers.

“Well, you know,” Crowley finishes, shooing Aziraphale out the door. "Ta-ta now. Mind how you go."

***

"Damned antique dealers and their damned negotiations! Ignorant bast---" Aziraphale stops short of cursing. It doesn't matter what happened, which was extremely upsetting. There is no need for bad language. He hurries down the crowded sidewalk, going over the details of the past hour-and-thirty in his head. "I was doing them a favor, and look how I'm repaid! I'm late to the party I'm hosting! There's a fine how-do-you-do! Ungrateful humans! See if I stop another Apocalypse for you, in your tacky grey suits and your cheap pointy shoes... "

Aziraphale stomps up to his door, keys in hand, but stops outside when he hears laughter on the other side. He peeks through the dusty glass, and his shoulders sag.

The party is for the kids. He knows. But he was so looking forward to celebrating with everyone from start to finish. That and he didn't think he'd take this long, so he neglected to relocate his first editions somewhere secure.

He fears for their safety.

Icing is notoriously difficult to get out of parchment and ligament, even through the use of miracles.

He should have never taken that stupid meeting to begin with. He had a feeling it wouldn't pan out.

Oh well.

No need wasting any more time on that than already has, he thinks, bucking up and unlocking the door. Time to stop feeling sorry for myself and start celebrating while I still have the chance...

Aziraphale takes a step in, ready to announce his arrival, but stops dead when he hears jazzy scatting in a sonorous voice.

A voice that doesn’t belong to anyone he knows.

Aziraphale walks in further, scanning those gathered, and makes a minor correction to his original assessment - doesn’t belong to any human that he knows. His eyes blow wide, his cheeks burn red, and his husband's name explodes off his tongue before he even opens his mouth.

"Anthony J. Crowley-Fell!"

Aziraphale doesn't say anything other than his name and Crowley starts apologizing. "I'm sorry, angel!" he says, running across the shop to greet him, but not looking the least bit sorry.

"I gave you one task!" Aziraphale bellows, snapping his fingers and slamming the door shut, his no-magic edict flying out the window. "Just one little thing! And you couldn't do it!"

"I'm no good at writing!" Crowley defends with the shadows of an infuriating grin on his face. "My hand gets all wobbly! I didn't want to risk ruining any of your lovely flowers!"

Aziraphale, splotchy-faced and buggy-eyed, glowers. "You couldn't write a simple Happy Birthday, so you enchanted the entire cake!? That was your brilliant plan!?"

"I'm a demon! Of course, that was my plan!"

"Crowley!"

"They showed up right after you left! I had no time! I panicked!"

Aziraphale drops his head into his hands, shaking it slowly back and forth. Crowley reaches out to put a comforting hand on his husband's shoulder until he hears him counting backward from one hundred... in Akkadian. Then he creeps his hand to his side and quietly steps off.

Aziraphale breathes in deep through his nose and out through his mouth, struggling to ground himself. He has no one to blame but himself. That's the painful part. In the back of his mind, he knew something like this might happen.

He's impressed it isn't worse.

He should have never left his husband alone.

Next time, he'll hire a sitter.

Aziraphale continues counting, continues breathing, and as he does, he pays more attention to the goings-on around him.

The cake singing is quite unsettling, but the children are gleeful, the adults joyful. Joking, teasing, and enthusiastic conversation fill the spaces in between.

Much like their wedding reception, except there isn't an archangel in sight.

And Crowley's magic was instrumental in making that day memorable.

Maybe Aziraphale overreacted with that 'no magic' rule. Crowley's face fell when Aziraphale told him they'd be hosting the boys' birthday at his bookshop sans magic, but he'd recovered quickly. The streamers and balloons Crowley managed to toss on the walls look plenty festive, but they don't compare to what could have been had Aziraphale allowed Crowley to tap into his imagination.

Their guests are having a grand time despite the modest decor, but it could have been so much more. They are an angel and a demon! Between the pair of them, they could have whipped up a true spectacle, if for no other reason than they still owe poor Warlock after last year's fiasco.

What would have been the harm of calling upon a little divine intervention?

An alarming thought pops into Aziraphale's brain, and his head snaps up. “They’re going to cut into that, you know. Is that when the enchantment ends?”

“Nope.” Crowley rubs his palms together. “That’s when the fun begins.”

"Uh... "Aziraphale's jaw drops. "Good Lord," he moans, Crowley cackling when Adam runs to fetch the cake cutter. Aziraphale's mind whirls with thoughts of what fun could imply, but there's no time to ask. While Crowley starts laying a drop cloth, Aziraphale puts his coat away and relocates his favorite books into his back room for safekeeping.

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