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He smiled, and then you let Casey walk him inside. You stood there long enough to make sure he started to hang up his bag like you always did, and when she walked back out into the lobby, she was smirking. "Did Bradley leave you? He hasn't been here in weeks." You rolled your eyes as you said, "He's deployed. We've been over this before."

The audacity of this woman 😤

You'd barely make it to work before the first patient if you didn't leave right now, but you couldn't help yourself. "I'm done, Casey. I've had enough. Which of the owners is here today? Because I'm not going to listen to you talk to me like this for one more minute."

Iconic 👏🏻 princess is learning from Bradley!!

"I want you and Daddy to dress up, too," he whined, and you didn't want to have to tell him that you weren't sure if Bradley would be home in the next week and a half to accommodate that wish.

Noah 🥰 I can already see the most iconic coordinated costumes for the whole family in their future

"Noah is still napping. I need to take myself to the emergency room."

This last sentence broke me 💔😭

She has been through enough, just in this chapter alone 😭😭😭

The Younger Kind Part 55 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley can't get enough of the adrenaline rush that is accompanying his special mission, but he has reached the point where the excitement doesn't outweigh his desire to return home. Every day feels the same for you, until one of them starts to feel much worse.

Warnings: mentions of blood, pregnancy topics, potential pregnancy complications, swearing, angst, fluff, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4300 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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Every day was the same now. Every morning started out with a hopeful feeling in your chest. Your engagement ring was still noticeable on your finger, although you figured that would fade with time as it became a permanent fixture. At first, you woke up to the delicious feeling of being pregnant and engaged to Bradley, but when you rolled over to reach for him, the rest of the bed was cold. The covers were untouched. His pillow was still in the exact same place you left it when you made the bed yesterday.

Tears stung at your eyes. You knew exactly how many days he had been gone, because the updated number was practically all you could think about. The days had become a week. Then two. And now that hopeful feeling was starting to vanish only to be replaced by dread almost immediately after you cracked your eyes open.

You whispered, "I miss you," and climbed out of bed without even looking at the vacant side now. You started to dress in your scrubs without a smile on your face, and then you went into the bathroom which was completely silent. You thought that if you just had an inkling, the barest idea of when Bradley might be returning, you'd feel much better, but you had no clue.

You and Noah had only had one brief conversation with him over the phone. The connection had been pretty bad, and you knew someone was sitting right there with him monitoring every single word. He'd told you that much before his personal phone had been taken away from him the day he arrived. You had to pause as you put toothpaste on your toothbrush, because the tears were going to start if you didn't get yourself under control.

Bradley had hung up a few post-it notes around the house for you and Noah to find. Most of them were reminders of how much he loved you, but the one on the bathroom mirror took your breath away every time you saw it. It said April 25th with a heart around it. And above that'd, he'd drawn a crown. The fact that you had no idea how much of your pregnancy he was going to miss threw you off every single time. You ran your fingers over the note, but you didn't move it.

"Mommy?" Noah called out, and you heard him jump down from his bed. It was so obvious how much he missed his dad; he was extra clingy with you right now, even shedding a few tears now when you tried to drop him off before you went to work each day.

"I'm in the bathroom," you called out as best you could with your toothbrush still in your mouth. You opened the door so he could come in with you, and he immediately wrapped his arms around your thigh.

"Is it daycare today?"

You spit out the toothpaste and rinsed your mouth. "Yes, Sweet Noah. You have daycare today."

"I want to go to the park with you and Daddy."

That sounded so perfect, you wanted to scream. "As soon as Daddy comes home, we can all spend a whole day at the park. But not today." You didn't even want to tell him that you had to work an extra hour and a half and as a result would be picking him up later than usual. You agreed to cover some extra shifts all week long even though you were tired enough that you'd been passing out in bed right after Noah went to sleep each night.

When he sniffed and looked up at you with watery eyes, you could barely handle it. Bradley had been gone for less than three weeks, but you were already getting a little desperate. You knew you would feel like a failure if you reached out for help at this point, even though Natasha and Penny had both been texting with you to check in. Bradley even had Tracy emailing you in case you needed anything, and you couldn't decide whether you had to make more friends to get him off your back or simply be appreciative that he cared enough to set things up.

"I know," you whispered to Noah, running your fingers through his soft curls. "But we can make ants on logs later. And we can take Skittles for a nice walk." When you said her name, the pup appeared in the bathroom doorway, her brown eyes also a little sad without her favorite person at home.

"I'm hungry," Noah murmured against your scrub pants. You bent to scoop him up into your arms and carried him to the kitchen where you got breakfast ready for everyone. It was going to be a long day for you, and you'd been so wrapped up in your feelings, you almost forgot you were going to have to see Casey.

You groaned at the thought of her, and you immediately lost your appetite and scraped your eggs into the dish on the floor for Skittles to enjoy. After you packed yourself a lunch and got Noah ready, you realized you were kind of running late. Everything felt ten times harder when you had to do it all yourself.

"I don't know how Bradley managed," you whispered as you zipped down the block in your car. A soft smile played at your lips as you thought back to how adorably hopeless he had been when you first met him. He hadn't eaten a good meal in probably months before you started babysitting Noah for him. At least he could cook a little bit now, even if he still couldn't figure out how to use his phone.

When you took Noah inside his daycare, Casey's eyes were immediately glued to your ring as it shone in the sunlight. She slid the clipboard to you and watched you sign Noah in while you held his hand. Then you knelt down and kissed his cheek and whispered, "I'll pick you up later. I love you."

You rolled your eyes as you said, "He's deployed. We've been over this before."

She held up her hands in mock surrender. "I'm just saying, it kind of looks like he left you and Noah in the dust."

"In what world would that man leave Noah?" you practically shouted.

"That's true," she replied with a smile. "Bradley would never leave his adorable son, but I could see him ditching you and your make believe baby."

You rubbed your temples and took your phone out of your pocket to check the time. You'd barely make it to work before the first patient if you didn't leave right now, but you couldn't help yourself. "I'm done, Casey. I've had enough. Which of the owners is here today? Because I'm not going to listen to you talk to me like this for one more minute."

Her face went ghostly white and she muttered something that you couldn't quite make out. "Speak up," you snapped. "Or apologize to me and don't bother talking to me again unless it's completely necessary."

"Sorry."

"Great," you told her loudly. "Have a great day, and when I pick Noah up later, just keep your mouth shut."

You took in the stupid looking expression on her face before you turned to leave, storming out the door and across the parking lot to your car.

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It didn't take Bradley long to get used to the sleek controls and seductive design of the sixth-generation fighter jet that everyone appropriately referred to as Shadowhawk. By the second morning on base in Yokosuka, Admiral Palmer was singing Bradley's praises. He showed up early and did as he was told, hoping to spend as much time in the air as he could each day.

It was an adrenaline rush every single time. He was going substantially faster than he ever did in a Super Hornet, and all of his readouts were being recorded. He had to pass a quick physical and stress test every morning before he was allowed to fly, and then he was hooked up to monitoring equipment and let loose. He and Shadowhawk were flying the same loop far out over the pacific ocean at insanely high altitudes, and each time he fell a little bit more in love with being in the air. He could maneuver through rolls and dive into an attack formation faster than he could even imagine.

When he was flying, it was easy enough to focus on the task at hand. He knew if he wasn't one hundred percent focused, it would be dangerous. He might not snuff out the launched missile in time with his flares or his guns. He might lose sight of his targets. But as soon as he had any sort of mental reprieve, he was thinking about you and Noah and Skittles and his bungalow tucked away on a side street in Coronado.

"Fuck," he muttered as he unloaded from Shadowhawk one day just as the sun was setting. He was drenched in sweat and exhausted, and all he could think about was taking a shower with you before dragging himself off to his king size bed that always smelled like wildflowers and falling asleep in your arms. He let the peripheral staff detach all of the cables and heart monitor from his flight suit before he found an officer who spoke English. "Is there time for me to make a phone call tonight?" he asked.

It was about three o'clock in the morning in California, and he knew he wouldn't be able to talk to Noah, but he was dying to hear your voice. He knew he'd wake you up, but the ache was so strong, he absolutely needed to if he could. He'd been allowed to make exactly one call so far, and that was already more than two weeks ago.

All he got in response to his question was a quick shake of his head. "Tomorrow," she responded. That's what they told him every day. The lack of communication felt like a prison sentence at times, but there wasn't much he could do but accept it. All of the data they were collecting as well as Shadowhawk itself were considered proprietary and top secret. He practically had to sign his life away every day before he was allowed to touch the thing.

"Tomorrow," he repeated. "But will it actually be tomorrow? Or does that mean a week from now?"

"Tomorrow," she said more firmly, and he thanked her quietly before heading up to the tower to debrief with the admirals. There wasn't much else he could do.

The next day was a lot more of the same, and the routine was starting to grate on his nerves now. The aircraft still felt incredible, beyond his wildest dreams. He was still happy to be here, but at the same time, he was ready to go home now. They weren't giving him any updates on the progress of this assignment or when it might end, so he just decided to approach Admiral Palmer directly.

"Sir, I'd really appreciate a ten minute phone call, if that can be arranged." Once again, it was the middle of the night for you, but Bradley needed it.

The older man eyed him closely and cleared his throat. "It's a liability, Lieutenant. I'm sure you can understand that."

Bradley felt his fingers flex into fists at his sides. "Sir, someone would be monitoring me the entire time. And I'm just asking to talk to my fiancée and my son. That's it. Any time of any day."

The answer of, "There's no guarantee," did not sit well with Bradley. He had to bite his lip until he was tasting blood to keep himself from talking out of order, but he was sure the other man could read the frustration on his face and in his posture. "Maybe a very brief call, but we could be wrapping up our preliminary testing on Shadowhawk any day now. Either way, I'm sure you'll be able to finish out this temporary assignment like a professional."

Bradley swallowed down every retort that came to his mind, saluted Admiral Palmer, and left for his tiny room in the barracks. But another week passed, and Bradley knew there was no end in sight. And perhaps no phone call either.

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"Is this normal though?" you asked Natasha over the phone one night after Noah was in bed. You'd thought about taking a long bath, but you were so tired from working late almost every day, you could barely hold yourself up. You were already in bed at 8:45 with your phone pressed to your ear. "I haven't heard from Bradley in almost a month."

The words made a lump form in your throat. It was actually twenty-two and a half days since he'd called. You needed to hear his voice. Noah was asking for him nonstop, and he had missed your most recent checkup with your obstetrician. The whole thing had been such a blur during your lunch break without him there, and you wanted to show him the new ultrasounds.

"Well, I don't think this assignment is exactly normal, you know?" she replied. "On a regular deployment, you'd be able to talk to him almost weekly. But this is something else altogether."

You made a soft sound. There had to be a way to make the time pass faster. If you didn't have to get Noah by six o'clock every day, you would try to pick up more hours at work. Maybe this weekend you could start cleaning up the extra bedroom that you and Bradley decided would become the nursery. You already promised Noah that you'd take him shopping for a Halloween costume, so at least that would entertain him for a little while.

"Thanks, Natasha," you murmured to Bradley's best friend.

"Hey, if you need a little break this weekend, I'd be more than happy to come over and play with Noah on Saturday or Sunday," she said, and you sighed in relief.

"That actually sounds fantastic. I'll call you."

You ended the call a minute later, curling up in a ball of exhaustion as you tried to imagine where Bradley was and what he was doing. You were tired now as you tried to do the math to determine what time it was in Japan. Was he sixteen hours ahead of you? Something like that? You yawned and fell asleep with your phone on the pillow next to your head.

Then you heard your ringtone blaring in your ear, and you almost fell out of the bed as you realized your phone was so close to you. RESTRICTED CALLER. "Oh my god," you gasped, trying to answer the call while you saw that your battery was down to four percent because you never plugged it in. "Bradley?!"

"Princess."

"Bradley!" You climbed out of bed, your body immediately shivering as you were exposed to the cool air. Your nerves were frayed as you plugged your phone in and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Baby. I'm so sorry I woke you up."

"It's okay!" you said, your voice sounding more like a sob as you sat on the floor. "I've been so worried about you."

His voice was a deep, familiar rumble as he said, "I've got five minutes. Tell me everything."

"We miss you, Daddy," you said, rubbing your hand low on your belly which was starting to feel a little tender as you got closer to thirteen weeks along. "Noah asks for you all the time. The baby looked good at the last appointment. But your best friend, Skittles, is barely holding it together."

"I missed your appointment," he said, his voice strained with emotion. "I should have been there."

"It's okay," you whispered. "We're doing okay." But you weren't. You and Noah thrived when you had his attention. You felt loved when he was home to hold you and whisper plans about the future until you fell asleep each night. "I just thought you'd be able to call more often."

"Me too," he said in a tone that sounded both annoyed and resigned.

"Do you know when you'll be home?" you asked in as hopeful a voice as you could manage.

"Soon, Princess. Soon. Now tell me everything about your appointment."

You gave him more details as you shifted around on the floor, and you told him that Noah painted a picture for him. Then you heard someone on his end of the call telling him that it was time to go, and you wanted to scream that it wasn't enough. But instead you let the tears fall down your cheeks, thankful that you at least knew he was safe.

"I love you, Bradley."

"I love you too, Princess. I'll be home before you know it."

You dried your tears and climbed back into bed, and even though you weren't able to fall asleep again, you felt so much better. Your imagination drifted to thoughts of the baby in the nursery, all of you curled up on the floor for story time together. You would start getting the room ready this weekend.

On Saturday, you took Noah to the Halloween warehouse store that seemed to pop up overnight. "You have to hold my hand," you reminded him as he reached for every single display in the crowded store. There were so many aisles, this would probably take up your entire morning with him. He was keeping a running list of options that he liked for trick-or-treating, and you had to keep reminding yourself not to check the price tags. You'd put whatever he wanted on your princess credit card and call it a day.

"Mommy, let's all be dinosaurs," he said, pointing to a costume in his size.

You glanced around the area and said, "They don't have any in my size. Can we pick something else?"

"I want you and Daddy to dress up, too," he whined, and you didn't want to have to tell him that you weren't sure if Bradley would be home in the next week and a half to accommodate that wish.

"Well, I will definitely dress up with you, okay? Let's pick something out where you and I can match."

But he wasn't going to be deterred. He was demanding that all three of you match along with Skittles. You walked around the entire store twice before you found an option that he agreed upon, and you were smiling as you gathered the costumes in all of the necessary sizes. "This is perfect, Sweet Noah," you said as you looked at the costume for Bradley and laughed. You just hoped he would be back in time to wear it. If not, maybe you could ask Maverick.

The sky was starting to look overcast, so you took Noah home for lunch and didn't feel too bad about keeping him inside for the afternoon, especially when it started raining. You set him up with his array of coloring books at the kitchen table and then went to investigate the extra bedroom. Nobody ever slept in there, so it was a bit dusty. There was basically no furniture besides the bed and an old desk, but it was cozy and perfect for what you had planned.

Your muscles were sore from standing at work, and you were so tired, but you started moving the bed anyway. You'd have to tell Dr. Kelly and the others that you were pregnant soon. It was time now, but you kept putting it off, enjoying the secret that only you and Bradley really knew about. Plus it still got under your skin a little bit when you considered that other people would have a knee jerk reaction to the timeframe of when you got engaged compared to when you got pregnant.

"It's none of their business," you whispered to yourself as you walked to the kitchen to check on Noah every few minutes. Then you went back to the bedroom and cleaned, moved things around and took measurements. "How big are cribs, anyway?" you mused before looking up some dimensions online. "Pretty big."

It took some creativity, but you thought you'd finally sorted out where everything should go. Then you moved Bradley's random junk from the closet to the attic, wiping the sweat from your face with each trip. You kicked your way through the boxes where you'd found the USB drive with the video he made with Meredith. At first you grimaced and thought you might cry, but then you remembered the way he had smashed the stupid thing to bits in the backyard. You wanted him to come home. You needed him to.

"Mommy?" Noah called out, luring you back into the kitchen. You were a mess, and when you noticed how much he was yawning, you silently rejoiced.

"It looks like you could use a nap," you said as you kissed the curls on top of his head. He scrambled up into your arms and hugged you, such a tiny reminder of his dad, and you carried him off to his room. After a few stories, he was asleep as the rain picked up a little bit, and you knew this would be the perfect time to take a shower.

You moved Skittles' bed into Noah's room temporarily, and coaxed her in with a treat. "Keep him company in case he wakes up," you whispered, and she walked around in a circle on the plush cushion before settling in. Her crooked, purple bow made you smile. Everything in this house made you smile and think about Bradley. You knew he'd have even more ideas about a theme for the nursery, but you started to scroll through some inspiration online as the shower warmed up for you.

The water ended up feeling better than you anticipated. Your shoulders were sore. Your hips were sore. Every part of your body was aching. It seemed it didn't matter how much you were sleeping, you were still exhausted all day long. Maybe Dr. Kelly would reduce your hours and give you a break. You thought about sneaking home one afternoon a week to take a long nap before going back out to pick Noah up. Then you thought about how Casey hadn't said a single word to you since you told her you were going to her boss. Then you smiled.

You were squeaky clean when you got dressed again in some old sweats and headed to the kitchen. Your stomach was growling, and you desperately wanted some coffee. "One cup is okay," you whispered, turning on Bradley's fancy machine while you made yourself a snack. You'd been meticulous about how much caffeine you were drinking, and Bradley helped by bringing home only decaf from the coffee shop. You downed the cup, and it was hot and delicious, and almost immediately you had to pee again.

Your doctor told you that was normal as the baby grew and started to stretch things out. You passed Noah's bedroom door where both he and Skittles were still sound asleep as the rain splattered against his window, and then you went to the bathroom. When you wiped, the toilet paper caught your eye, and your hand started to shake. Pink. Blood. Just a little bit, but there was blood.

"Oh no," you gasped, a dizzy spell overtaking your body. You'd read about this in your textbooks, and you knew it could happen, but you'd blocked it out of your mind when it came to yourself right now. You didn't want to be an example. You had to grip the toilet seat with one hand to keep steady as you wiped yourself again. There was more blood, a little bit less pink and more red this time.

Your own breathing was too loud. It was echoing through your mind and through the bathroom, and you wanted to throw up. You eased yourself onto the floor and started to panic. The baby. What if something was happening to the baby? "No," you whispered, trying to ground yourself. Using the edge of the tub, you pulled yourself slowly to your feet, your head spinning more with every inch you moved. "No," you said louder.

When you were standing on your own, you had yourself almost convinced you'd imagined it. You didn't feel bad. You were just a little sore. There couldn't be anything wrong. You reached for another piece of toilet paper and wiped, but the result was the same.

Where was your phone? Who were you supposed to call? You walked around in circles around the house while your heart thudded a sickening rhythm in your chest. You paused, unable to locate your phone and convinced you were going to throw up. After you backtracked to the extra bedroom, you found it and unlocked it.

Natasha's name was right there in your recent calls, and you tapped on it before you could even fathom what you were going to tell her.

"Hi," she said brightly when she eventually answered. "Want me to come over and play with Noah so you can take a break for a little bit?"

"Please," you gasped. "Please come over. Right now."

She must have sensed something in your voice, because hers turned serious as she assured you she was on her way. While you waited for her, you wiped yourself again and again before you made yourself wait in the living room instead of the bathroom. When she walked inside with dripping wet hair and concern on her face, you said, "Noah is still napping. I need to take myself to the emergency room."

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Get to the hospital, Princess. This kind of scenario is very real and has happened to me. I will tread as carefully as I can. Please don't scream at me. We will hear from a doctor in the next chapter. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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#the last sentence hit because i had to take myself to the emergency room before with no family around #that shit hits differently #one of the scariest and anxiety inducing things ever

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wayward-persephone · 2 years ago

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im seeing so many asks on your account about the corrupting ernst thing i sent so im gonna keep it going for the people: obviously you’re both head over heels for another and completely oblivious. and what if one day, ernst pulls you aside after sunday service and asks you to stop by later that evening because he has something he’d like to discuss with you. and you, being clueless, think maybe he’s gonna ask for extra help next week at mass or something, but either way you agree and show up back at the church that night. you’re knocking on the door of ernst’s little attachment house and he answers it and he nearly knocks the air out of your lungs bc he’s got on just black pants and a black tshirt, and it almost makes you feel guilty seeing him in anything other than his clerics clothes. he invites you in and offers you a drink of water and you can see he’s kinda on edge and awkward and he just beats around the bush for a while, making pointless small talk bc he doesnt have the guts to tell you why he actually asked you over. but the guilt of his sin is eating him alive and he chokes down the fear and just says it

“i’m afraid that, while i have certainly enjoyed your company and help around the church all this time, it has… lead me to develop certain feelings… for you. feelings that shouldn’t be there. and i know that even though you’ve not known about my feelings, i felt that i had to… sincerely apologize to you for my…. sins.”

you cant even comprehend what he says at first. it doesnt even register. and when you dont say anything, ernst gets scared that he really fucked up by telling you. maybe he should have kept his mouth shut, at least you wouldn’t know that he’s been longing after you. and he starts to scramble to apologize, to make some excuse as to why he said what he said. but you cut him off with a quiet “reverend.” and he stops dead. and your face feels like it’s on fire. “i need to confess my sins too. i’ve had the same…. feelings. i uh… i’ve thought about you in a way someone shouldn’t think about their pastor. and i need to apologize for it as well.” and poor ernst, he cant believe what he just heard. and after he takes a second to understand, he starts to ramble about why neither of you can act on those feelings, why it’s sinful, why you’ll probably have to spend less time together. but the whole time he’s talking, you find yourselves moving closer to each other, almost like you have no control over your feet. and you stop just inches from one another and ernst has started trailing off, not really sure what he’s saying. you both start leaning in towards each other and hes towering over you, looking right into your eyes and he’s whispering, “we cant do this..” and you whisper back “no we cant” right as he’s finally, finally kissing you hard like you’ve been thinking about ever since you first saw him. and one thing leads to another and that’s how you find yourself thrown onto his bed with his head between your thighs and you whispering his name through tears

Y E S 😤👌

#i love it #Ernst Toller #First Reformed #Ernst Toller headcanons #First Reformed headcanons #Ernst Toller x Reader #Ethan Hawke #Ethan Hawke x Reader #Ethan Hawke headcanons #persephone answers

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darthmaulification · 4 years ago

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jango fett nsfw alphabet

A/N: jango fett... my love of loves... 😳🤲💗 also, pronouncing jango as yango in my mind as i write has become my fixation for the week. 😌 i wish we got more of him though. woulda been nice. 👊😔

this has been sitting half-done in my drafts for... a while... and i know that i’ve had a couple of requests for a jango nsfw alphabet, so i sat down and finished up this bitch. 😤

again, when i write nsfw alphabets, they do tend to imply afab!reader, because that’s just my experience and what i’m most familiar/comfortable writing. however, if you omit particular lines, it works well enough for gn!reader as well! ✌

nsfw below the cut! 😘

A = aftercare (what are they like after sex?

Jango takes aftercare very very seriously. He’s naturally caring, so it also comes easy to him as well. Jango wants you to be fully comfortable, clean, and not have any serious aches after any round (or rounds) of sex. He gets you anything you may need, like a damp cloth, a massage, or he’ll even run you a warm bath/shower. He’ll be talking to you throughout the whole routine, in this soft, almost sweet voice, because he’s kinda all mushy from that after sex glow as well. Jango, as part of the aftercare, also cuddles you.

B = body part (what’s their favorite body part of their partner? what about themselves?)

Jango genuinely does love every part of your body, so it’s hard for him to choose a favorite. You’re perfect to him which makes it difficult to love any part of you more than another. However, he does tend to favor the more tender areas of your body. Be that your thighs, ass, tummy, breasts, etc etc, Jango likes the soft, malleable parts that he’s able to squeeze. He particularly enjoys seeing your plush flesh spilling from between his fingers as he rails you, and the drastic difference of your soft body against his firm, muscled one.

If Jango had to choose a part of his body as his favorite, he’d choose his hands. He does everything with them, his entire life’s work has been carried out by his hands, from firing a blaster to raising Boba. They are the epicenter of every action he’s ever enacted, and they work pretty damn good, so his hands are definitely top priority. Also, Jango really enjoys seeing his hands all over you. The juxtaposition of his weathered, large hands on your smooth skin is a heavenly sight for him.

C = cum (basically anything to do with cum)

He cums inside, without fail. Jango loves nothing more than to bottom out inside you, pushing his cock as deep as it can go, and feel the warm, velvety heat of your core around him as he fires a load straight to your womb. Jango has a good amount of cum too, hot, sticky, white stuff that comes out in lengthy staccato spurts, that always takes a couple of good, hard thrusts to fully finish. Though if your less than thrilled to have Jango cum inside you, his pull out game is pretty damn strong, and he’ll oblige no questions asked.

D = dirty secret (what’s their dirty secret?)

Jango just wants to settle down somewhere, preferably on a remote enough Outer Rim planet or moon, and just... make babies. He wants to make a whole damn squadron with you, have a hoard of brats (lead by Boba, of course) running around, with you pregnant and glowing, all while you live unbothered and away from Jedi, Kaminoans, war— everything. Jango has this vision in mind of you, him, and Boba just packing up and leaving to some distant planet’s village and building from the ground up, starting a new, peaceful life. He desperately wants that domesticity with you, filled with Boba and even more children and love and happiness.

And even if you don’t want any more children, he still wants everything else with you.

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Jango may not have been the biggest stud out there, but he has had his fair share of conquests. He’s never had a solid, actual relationship before you, all the others being hook ups from cantinas or brothels, because his job, lifestyle, and later Boba really demanded most of his attention. But, Jango has gotten close with enough women to know his way around the block, as well as read enough material to learn rather interesting ways to please another person.

F = favorite position (what’s their favorite position?)

Jango is a bit vanilla when it comes to positions, because he has his favorites that he doesn’t really stray from. So here they are:

Missionary. Jango likes basic missionary for the control it gives him. He loves being on top of you, able to do just about anything he pleases with your body and watch as you writhe and moan beneath him. He likes watching your face contort with pleasure when he’s flush on top of you, hips bucking and fingers toying with your clit. he likes when you pull him close with your legs, though sometimes he’ll grab you by the backs of your knees, folding you back, and slam into you like there’s no tomorrow. Jango also likes missionary for how intimate and personal it is, how yours and his bodies are entwined together.

Butterfly. He loves this position so much. Jango loves having you like this on the bed or a table, loves having your ankles on his shoulders or holding your legs at his sides as he ruts deep into you. It gives him a lot of control, which he enjoys, and the most perfect view of you coming undone, the way your lips cry his name, how your breasts bounce, and the view it gives of his cock plunging in and out of you. It’s also the position Jango’s able to hold out the longest in, and especially the one he’s able to fuck you thoroughly through your orgasm in.

G = goofy (are they the more serious type, or more humorous?)

Jango is a Closet Romantic, so he can get uncharacteristically sappy during sex. He’s not goofy, he won’t be cracking jokes or smiling like a madman, but he will have just the most tender look in his eyes, alongside the lust, like he’s realizing he loves you over and over again. This makes him less serious in return, because he looks too damn happy to be all stoic and overly focused. But that doesn’t mean he’s slacking or letting up in any way, that’s for sure. Jango is fully focused on making sure you wail from the pleasure he gives you.

H = hair (how well-groomed are they?)

Jango is very into his personal upkeep, so he’s always sure to trim downstairs. He isn’t vain, but he is a functionalist, so he keeps the tuft to a minimum. Same goes for the rest of the hair on his body, Jango keeps his hair short and is cleanshaven 98% of the time. It’s all about manageability for him.

I = intimacy ( how intimate are they during sex?)

Again, Jango is a Closet Romantic, so he is pretty darn intimate, despite how rough, hard, or kinky the sex may be. He keeps sex intimate through other means, like how he’s almost always face to face with you, or how he’s constantly calling you pet names like “Mesh’la” or “Cyar’ika”. Jango is always so close to you, like his being is one with yours, and it is amazing. He’ll be pounding you raw, gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises, but the whole time he’ll be telling you how much he loves you and you’ll feel it in your soul. Jango is intimate in a brutally wonderful way.

J = jack off (do they masturbate?)

Before he met you? Not all that often, maybe once in a blue moon. He didn’t have much time, to be honest, nor the will to. After he met you? ... Well, whenever you’re on his mind and he’s got that itch that needs scratching. It doesn’t happen often, but Jango does realize he’s yanking it more than he ever used to.

K = kinks (any kinks?)

Oh, yeah. Jango’s the type of man who looks all unassuming and vanilla on the surface, but Maker when you dig a little, he’s one kinky gentleman. Here’s his main ones:

Daddy kink. Jango is a bonifide DILF, so if you call him Daddy he’ll be on you in no time flat. He likes how the name falls off your lips when he’s got you bouncing on his cock, or how there’s a satisfying ring to it when you’re begging him to let you come. In fact, he likes the name so much he’ll probably be okay with it if you say it to him in public.

Breeding/pregnancy kink. ALL MANDALORIANS HAVE BREEDING KINKS. I said what I said and I meant what I said!! Fuck, Jango wants to get you pregnant so bad it has his balls aching. He cums in you every time, makes sure all his cum stays deep inside you, and grunts out how sexy you’d look with a round belly, with tits full of milk, all glowy and beautiful in the way pregnant women are. It’s his desire for family that really kicks in, and that Jango was raised to value and honor parenthood and children like every Mandalorian is taught.

Bondage. Specifically with blue ribbon, of all things. Jango loves nothing more than to tie you up, maybe lace your wrists together behind your back, tie your ankles to the bedposts, he loves the control it gives him, the access. He is also very much a fan of the view, of your tight, glistening cunt that’s all needy for him. If you’re not a fan of bondage though, Jango won’t be upset or hold it against you, but he may just ask for you to wear the blue ribbon, like lingerie he’s able to pull at a little.

Marking. Jango doesn’t like biting, but he does love leaving dark, big hickeys all over your body. His lips are constantly on your skin, whenever he isn’t busy teasing, sucking dark marks on your neck, back, breasts, everywhere. And again, he doesn’t like biting, but there’ll be times when his teeth just barely graze your skin, and sometimes he nibble at your earlobe or other delicate parts of your body.

Size kink. Jango may not be the biggest man, but he’ll always be big to you. It’s his presence that really does it, the aura that surrounds him and makes him ten times larger. It’s powerful and intimidating, and Jango knows this and revels in it. He loves being the big, strong man doting on his sweet, small partner, loves how you look under him and his hands, how your pussy has to stretch around his cock. It’s utterly obscene how horny it makes Jango to see your cute slit swallow his dick, how your tight core takes him with a bit of struggle every time. It makes him go especially feral if he’s able to see himself poke against your skin from the inside.

L = location (favorite place to “do the do”?)

The bedroom, for a couple practical reasons. One, Boba exists, and it’s every parent’s nightmare to have their child walk in on them doing the do. Two, it’s the most secure and safe place Jango and you have. He keeps the bedroom fortified like he would a small army base, there are hidden weapons, sensors, etc— In fact, yours and Jango’s bedroom also doubles as a safety bunker should it be necessary.

And since the bedroom is so safe, Jango is completely comfortable and at ease inside it, so he’s more inclined to do positively nasty things to/with you.

M = motivation (what gets them turned on?)

Jango gets pretty motivated to roll in the hay quite easily, but if there’s any sure fire way you can get him hard in seconds it would be lingerie. He finds you so sexy in something downright scandalous. You’re dressed all scantily clad just for him? Yes, please. You lean over and whisper you’ve got a thong on? He’s making sure Boba is off doing something for a long period of time so he can have his way with you. Lingerie and other suggestive clothing makes Jango weak in the knees.

N = NO (what’s their turn offs?)

Jango draws the line at sadism. He doesn’t, and won’t ever, want to hurt you in any way, even if you asked for it. The thought of him laying a hand on you like that makes him shut down. It’d be a definite mood killer.

O = oral (do they have a preference in giving/receiving?)

Listen, Jango is a caring man, he loves to give head. He lives for the feeling of your thighs on either side of his head, the way you tremble and clench, the taste of your wet pussy and delectable, sweet release. Jango seeks to work you to near overstimulation with his mouth, bringing you to the edge and leaving you there before he brutally makes you hit orgasm. And if you haven’t cum at least twice from him going down on you alone, Jango feels he failed and it’s now a dire mission to correct the wrong.

Now for receiving head... Jango gets kinda feral when you do. If you want to suck him off, he gets very controlling and very dominate. He clasps a sturdy hand on the back of your head, controls your pace, and orders you on exactly he wants done to him. Expect to take his whole length, with enough prep, in your mouth and have Jango all but throat fuck you. You’ll definitely be deepthroating that bitch, so slobber on his cock a little bit, Jango likes seeing you all messy like that.

P = pace & PDA (are they soft, sensual, rough, or feral? are they open to displaying the relationship?)

Jango fucks like your his lifeline, which you kinda are, so he often times goes hard and rough, but with an overpowering sensuality that leaves you breathless. He spends every second he’s on you making sure you know you’re utterly perfect while simultaneously blowing your back out and ruining you with all the dirty things that come out of his mouth. His hands never leave you for a second, always he is exploring your body like it’s always the first time he has, lips leaving searing kisses all over you, completely and utterly ravishing you. Jango puts his entire being into fucking, all of his effort into loving you.

Sometimes though, Jango will go gentler. He’ll maintain that same intensity, but he’ll be more tender, something akin to soft. Usually he’s like this if he’s feeling particularly sappy and/or lovey-dovey, but he’ll also go like this if you ask, specifically if you use the words “make love”.

Q = quickies (what’s their opinion on quickies?)

Jango would have definitely been more inclined towards quickies pre-Boba, but since he has a son who’s no longer a baby and can walk and has the tendency to explore, Jango can’t really ensure the privacy of a quickie in a hallway, or the kitchen, or the Slave I... or anywhere for that matter. So while he does thoroughly enjoy them, any opportunity to stick his dick in you is golden in his book, he and you kinda have to be aware of the young boy who has the possibility to pop up whenever.

R = risks (are they okay with experimenting? do they take risks?)

The only risks that Jango would ever take would be in an environment where Jango has full control over any and all factors. This means he won’t pull you into a storage closet to fuck unless he knows for a fact no one is coming down the hallway anytime soon, or he knows that no one uses the empty bedroom you found, or anything else for that matter. However, Jango can’t always ensure that, so don’t expect too many sexual escapades in less than appropriate areas.

On the topic of kinks, positions, toys and whatnot, Jango is far more willing to experiment, especially with toys and positions. He likes a little flare, so he’ll gladly accept to try fun sex positions you’ve seen on the holonet, or a new toy you purchased. Jango will only draw a hard line at stuff that has too high of a potential to hurt you, or him for that matter.

S = stamina (how many rounds can they last?)

Because Jango paces himself so well and is a master of self control, he can go for a long time, especially if he’s fairly well rested and in relatively good condition. He can easily last 3-4 rounds before his body tells him to go the fuck to sleep, and even when that happens, he might eat you out one last time (if you’re so inclined and willing).

T = toys (do they own/use any toys?)

(in Patrick voice) Is ribbon a toy? Jango owns a length of cobalt blue ribbon that he uses to tie you up, and a small vibrator that he likes to overstimulate your clit with, should you be okay with either of the two. He’s never personally had toys of his own (waste of money, no one to use it on, etc) but after meeting you, those (especially the ribbon) were the first ones he’s ever bought. If you have any toys, Jango might be a bit adverse to any that you intend to try on him, depending upon the toy’s purpose.

U = unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

Yes. Jango teases in the smuggest, most prideful way possible that’ll make you want to rip your hair out, but it’s all so painfully eloquent and well-mannered, it’s sexy. He’s the master of making his teasing sound worth it, that’ll you’ll want to hear it all over again and again. This sentiment extends to what he actually does to you as well, which sucks but is so perfect at the same time. Jango is able to tease you just right, stopping at perfectly infuriating times that’ll have you hot and bothered before indulging you wonderfully before he does it all over again.

V = volume (how loud or quiet are they during sex?)

Jango is more talkative than anything else, spending most his time teasing you, letting the most polite dirty things slip past his lips. But when he really gets going, Jango gets louder, grunting more, low groans reverberating in his chest and throat, occasionally cussing in Mando’a. It all depends on the type of sex you’re having, whether it’s slow and passionate or rough and frenzied.

W = wildcard (what’s a random headcanon?)

Jango loves it when you mark him up a bit too. Whether that be leaving cute little love bites on his chest and neck, or long scratches down his back, or even only the barely noticeable divots of your fingernails on his shoulders— Jango will wear them unapologetically and proudly. He won’t go out of his way to show them off (who even sees him out of his armor anyways?), but knowing that they’re there is enough for him to get a little smug about it.

X = x-ray & x-tra (what’s underneath those clothes? any more random headcanons?”)

Jango’s got a nice bod, that’s for damn sure. He’s doesn’t have that statuesque, male model body that’s plastered on advertisements, but his sturdy frame certainly isn’t undesirable in the slightest. Jango is broad everywhere; from his wide, strong shoulders, to his large hands, to every beefy muscle on his body. He has probably the best pair of pecs out there, bulky and deliciously brushed with dark chest hair, and a very cute firm stomach with minimal yet powerful definition. There’s also something to be said about his arms and legs, all of which are absolutely stacked with bulging muscle, toned from years of training and fighting. Jango has a body that radiates strength and power, intimidating but incredibly handsome.

He has some scars too, most mar the bronze skin of his hands and arms, but there’s a few significant ones on his torso and legs as well. Most have gone silvery with age, but there’s a couple that are more pink. Jango may not ever admit it, but some of the older scars, especially the larger, thicker ones, give him phantom pains every once in a while. He finds it very comforting if you kiss them.

Now, the best part. Jango is packing heat in his pants. He’s got a good cock on him, that’s for damn sure. He’s not pornstar big, coming in at 6.5 inches in length, but Maker is he girthy. Jango’s penis is just under 3 inches in diameter, almost the width of a soda can. He’s uncut, and when erect it has a subtle tilt to the left and up. It’s also weighty, so you’ll really be able to feel it when he’s in.

Y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Jango has a moderately high sex drive. He’s not one to find everything you’re doing a turn on (coughMaulcough), but he gets a lil’ frisky and handsy if you’re looking all cute doing your thing. Jango also tends to want you a bit more if he’s been parted from you for any amount of time, especially after long, tireless missions when all he thinks about is returning to you.

Of course, he has to exercise his self-restraint, because there is a certain third party by the name of Boba who Jango does not want to have walk in while he’s doing... less than appropriate things to you. So Jango is able to quell his sex drive quite well and save it for later.

Z = zzzz (how fast do they fall asleep after?)

Normally, Jango kinda has a bit of trouble falling asleep, often laying awake for a long few hours, because he has a lot to worry about in his life (and a lot of unresolved guilt too). Though, after a few rounds or so of sex, he’s more inclined to fall asleep from the exertion and that mellow, sleepy afterglow sex has the tendency to be followed up with. Jango still doesn’t fall asleep all to fast after, but once he’s got you cleaned up and you’re both happy and curled up next to each other, he’ll fall asleep maybe half an hour or so after you have. He always falls asleep after you, regardless.

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disdaidal · 3 years ago

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💖💖💖 in a 1 to 10 ranking, how hot do you think lou-diamond is in 'the big hit'? xD / I'm following you bc you're amazing and every single one of your edits is a treasure and bc omg so many of them make me laugh so hard 🌟🌟 / who would you swap bodies with for a week: billy or steve? / favorite xena moment? :D / i associate you by now with so many of my favorite movies and shows! / you tell me a secret! / 3 movies you'd take with you to a desert island xD /

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in a 1 to 10 ranking, how hot do you think lou-diamond is in 'the big hit'?

asghjdhgjkdh seriously

Thanks for reminding me of that movie cuz I haven't watched it literally in years even though I have it on dvd xDD but since you so kindly asked, I actually dug it out of my dvd shelf after all these years and took some time to take these wonderful screenshots of him (since, you know, google didn't do him justice). i obviously didn't buy this movie just for him. obviously

okay so honestly I'd rate him maybe 7/10 cause that mustache/beard combination thing is not doing anything for me honestly :'D and he's got some weird gold tooth too ajhjfhhjg

BUT

He's ripped. He's armed and dangerous. He's morally corrupt, delightfully evil and has a sense of drama.

and he's got so much love for mel (keeps calling him 'baby' too)

I mean, what's not to love there XDDD 💖💖💖 so yeah thanks for reminding me of this movie!!! I had so much fun watching it after a long time.

I'm following you bc you're amazing and every single one of your edits is a treasure and bc omg so many of them make me laugh so hard 🌟🌟

Aww thanks so much! 🥺😭🥰 You are amazing too!!! 💖✨ And I'm so glad that you value my edits and that some of them make you laugh too! I always try to pick the stuff for funny edits that makes me laugh, and it gives me so much joy to read people's tags (yours included) and see that mission accomplished. 🤗🤩

who would you swap bodies with for a week: billy or steve?

Honestly, I don't know. Maybe Steve? 😅 I mean I'd love to see what's going on in Billy boy's head sometimes, to try and understand why he's acting the way he is. But honestly, we don't know much about Steve either right? We haven't seen his parents, don't know much about his childhood and his trademark is being 'dumb' and having 'great hair', but we all know he's more than that. I think it would be an interesting week indeed. 😄

favorite xena moment? :D

Oh gosh, I haven't actually watched Xena in a long time and haven't even seen all the seasons yet. D:

But you know I'm a Callisto girl 😏 like I think I had a legit crush on her when I was around 9-10 years old maybe.

Obviously there are a lot of good scenes between Xena and Gabrielle too. 😘 And Joxer the Mighty afjjghfkgjk

i associate you by now with so many of my favorite movies and shows!

Honestly, same!!! 💖💖💖 I still can't believe that we share so many fandoms & favorite actors in common, and it's this fandom that finally brought us 'together' 😂😍 It is ✨destiny✨ also great taste 😇🤭 My small fandom experience could've been so much better & less lonely if only we had talked before! 😤 Oh well, I'm glad you're here now 😘

you tell me a secret!

As if I had any secrets. 🤣🤣🤣 I mean ones that I'd actually want to tell anyone 😂

3 movies you'd take with you to a desert island xD

Oh gosh xDD There are so many movies that I'd love to take with me.

But let's see...

The Breakfast Club - because I need at least one 80's movie with me. And it's a pretty good high school & teen drama movie imo.

Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey - this movie made me cry as a kid and the ending scene still brings tears to my eyes. I mean two talking dogs and one cat going on a huge adventure in the wildnerness. There's humor, there's drama and there's some angst too. But it's a great family movie, brings a smile to my face (along with those tears). :)

Cube - Because I love me some good psychological horror.

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Thanks so much for these lovely questions & I had fun answering them. 😊🥰 You're obviously getting an ask from me too, so be prepared. 😎💖

#replies #livedsomanylives #<333333 #i love long asks like this and i looooove youuuu

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OMG @secretaryunpaid, there’s so much to unpack with this chapter. I love how much you dissect and analyse everything, often noticing things I didn’t even think of!!

Yep… Travis 😤

The man has been trying to locate her ever since she moved but hasn’t found her until now. One of his scumbag friends saw her going into her building a few weeks prior and let Travis know. He’s been camped out ever since, waiting for a chance to confront her. And he’s not done with her either.

She’s more in control of her anxiety than ever, thanks to the hard work she’s put in with her therapist. It also helps that just being around Chris calms her.

I made myself laugh like a crazy woman when I came up with the part where Travis accused her of sleeping with Chris. The slimy guy is smaller than average, lasts less than five minutes and has never made her cum. He’s the reason Maddie has frozen and panicked the few times her and Chris have started to get hot and heavy with each other.

She was so overwhelmed by the time they go back to her apartment. She though she was moving past her fear of Travis but him confronting her in public, putting his hands on her in front of everyone has made her more scared of him than ever. It’s crazy how you can be going so well then one thing sets up right back.

Chris knows this is going to set her back, it can’t not but he’s not going to let her shut him out the way she did with basically everyone in her life when everything first happened. He’s going to use every bit of his learned knowledge about what she’s going through to his advantage to help support her through this, that and Sebastian.

She spent her entire relationship with the man thinking she was happy only to realise that it was all a lie, even the good memories. She never wants to associate a single thing from that time with Chris, even memories.

Chris is slowly becoming her safe place, even more than Sebastian is. She actively wants to be touching him, kissing him.

When she dropped, it’s the first time Chris has been scared. He genuinely thought he was going to have to call an ambulance because she’d passed out. He also had a bit of a cry just after he realised she’d fallen asleep on his lap.

The pyjamas… she’s actually glad that happened because it gave her the push she needed to take the leap and let him see her like that.

Poor Chris, the whole time he was staring at that screen when she was getting dressed he was trying to think of anything but his girlfriends naked body or what he wanted to do with her because he knew how his body would react.

That’s the only good thing Travis’ behaviour has done for Chris and Maddie, it’s given them an extra week together.

While he managing to put his emotions to the side to focus on Maddie’s at the moment, it’s something she’s going to pull him up on later because he’s doing the one thing he tells her to never do, hide what he’s feeling.

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With Chris due to fly back to LA tonight, he and Maddie are making the most of their last day together before they’re separated again. Having only spent a weekend together at a time previously, she was worried that she might start to annoy him after a three or four days but she didn’t, quite the opposite, this past week has been nothing short of amazing.

The more time he’s spent with her the more he wants to stay. She has a hold on him, he can’t describe it but whatever it is, he doesn’t want her to ever let go.

They’ve also taken a really big step this week too, giving their relationship a title. He knows how much it means to her, making it official, it means a lot to him too. And that’s not the only big thing that’s happened this visit. He’s starting to see a lot of the walls she’s built up to protect herself come down as she becomes more and more comfortable with him.

Last night she opened up to him about one of the fights she had with Travis. They were curled up in bed watching a movie when a sex scene came on. It triggered a memory her brain repressed and before she let herself overthink it, she took a deep breath and just started telling him about the time Travis went off at her after he found out she filmed a sex scene for Supernatural.

He’d screamed in her face, telling her how disgusting it was that she was OK with filming something like that. How dare she kiss another man, let him see and touch her body way when she’s in a relationship. He refused to listen when she tried to explain to him how they filmed these types of scenes, called her a liar when she said everything was covered, that it didn’t mean anything. It got so heated that Jensen had burst into her trailer after hearing Travis yelling and physically put himself between the two, shielding Maddie from her furious boyfriend.

She was so shaken by Travis’ outburst that she’d clung to Jensen while he threatened promised Travis he’d break his jaw if he ever heard him speak to her like that again. That was the last time Travis visited her at work, being told in no uncertain terms that he was no longer welcome on set.

“Did you want to go somewhere for dinner tonight, I’ve got a pretty late flight?” Chris asks as they stop at one of the many waterfalls that are throughout Central Park.

They had decided to go on a walk through the slice of nature right in the heart of the city. It’s a nice day for the time of year and they don’t really want to spend it inside. If they’re stopped by fans or photographed by the paparazzi they can easily pass it off as two friends catching up. She lives in New York and technically he’s here for work.

That being said, he wants nothing more than to take her hand in his or wrap his arm around her shoulder, anything. But she wants to keep their relationship private for as long as possible, as does he, so he’s keeping his hands firmly buried in the pockets of his jacket to avoid any temptation.

“Yeah, that sounds nice” she says, looking up at him with a small smile. While she likes the idea of them being able to go out and do stuff together like a regular couple, ever since the article was published she’s been hyper aware of the paparazzi every time she leaves the apartment which hasn’t done anything to help with her anxiety.

He know this. He’s seen how, the best word he can use is sacred, she gets when she spots them with their cameras pointed towards her. She all but hid behind him at one point on their walk over when she spotted some. He doesn’t blame her. He knows what it’s like to be followed when you’re in public, to have every movement captured just so a magazine can have its next headline. Sometimes he wishes he could have someone to hide behind when the paparazzi spots him.

“Any place in mind?” he asks. She’s the one who’s going to know all the good places to eat, not him, and he want to take her somewhere she likes.

“I’m not fussed” she tells him, shrugging slightly. She’s not a picky eater. There’s very little she won’t eat, or at least try. The polar opposite of when she was a child. Her parents fought with her almost every night to get her to eat anything other than potato gems and chicken nuggets.

“Maddie, not really helping” he sighs, tilting his head to the side and looking at her with his brows raised.

“Chris, I really don’t mind where we go. You suggested it, so you choose… surprise me” she says, looking up at him with a small smile.

“OK then. Better not be any complaints” he tells her jokingly while he makes a mental note to message Sebastian about good places to eat once they get back to the apartment.

She presses her lips together and zips them with her fingers before holding up her hands, making him laugh. She just grins at him and scrunches up her nose. She’s going to miss it when he leaves, the feeling of peace she has when she’s with him. She’s never experienced anything like it before.

Completely forgetting they’re in public, she leans against him and rests her head on his shoulder, letting out a soft hum in the process. He can’t help but smile before reaching down and subtly gives her hand a gentle squeeze just as his phone starts to ring. He lets go of her hand and pulls it out of his pocket.

“Hey Ma… yeah…um… just hold on a sec” he says into his phone before motioning to Maddie that he’s moving away. She nods and turns her attention back to the water, it’s so calming. She loves Central Park, for some reason it reminds her of home. She used to come here a lot when she was with Travis.

Normally it was to help clear her head after a fight but she also has some good memories, happy memories. Like that time they got caught in a summer downpour and had to take cover under a tree. She can’t help but smile at the memory of them both being soaked to the bone before she’s hit with an overwhelming feeling of guilt for thinking about Travis when she’s here with Chris.

She’s quickly pulled out of her thoughts when she feels someone grab her arm tightly just above her elbow and forcefully turning her around.

“Ow… what the fuck?!” she snaps, pulling her arm out of the person’s grip. Her breath catches in her throat when she sees who it is that’s just grabbed her and she’s instantly frozen on the spot.

“Hey Maddie” Travis says in an over friendly tone that makes her want to throw up as her heart starts to pound in her chest.

“What do you want?” she growls. This can’t be happening, not now. Where’s Chris?

“Captain America huh?” he says smugly as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“We’re friends... you know, something you tried to stop me having”

“You fuck this one too?”

“Fucks sake… he has a girlfriend”

“And… you had a boyfriend, didn’t stop you from fucking Sebastian”

She can’t help but roll her eyes at him, fighting the urge to laugh in his face over the fact that he’s still adamant she cheated on him.

“Believe it or not, you’re the only guy who’s put their dick in me” she scoffs, leaving out the part about how bad he was at it.

“I find that hard to believe. You’re too much of a slut” he tells her with a smug tone matching the smirk on his face.

“Go to hell” she growls, well and truly done with this conversation. She turns on her heal and starts walking away from him, stupidly hoping he’ll leave her alone.

“I’m already there, thanks to you” he spits, following her. She whips around to face him so fast she almost gives herself whiplash.

“There it is. Blaming me yet again. But why doesn’t that surprise me, you’ve never been able to take responsibility for you actions. You’re fucking pathetic” she says angrily, resisting the strong urge to push him into the water behind him.

“You watch how you speak to me” he demands, the vein on the side of his neck bludging.

“I’ll speak to you however the hell I want” she snaps, her voice full of hatred. She’ll be damned if she’s going to let him try to control her again.

“If we weren’t in public…” he growls, his voice so low that he sounds like a completely different person.

“You’d hit me?” she spits, balling her left hand into a fist as it starts aching. It’s like it knows that the person responsible for the nerve damage is right in front of her.

“How’s your son?” she asks, not giving him a chance to answer her last question. She sees his face drop and has to fight back a smirk as she starts to feel extremely smug at the realisation that she’s just burst his bubble because he clearly though she didn’t know about his infidelity let alone that it resulted in a child being born.

“What… you think I wouldn’t find out. She contacted me after you leaked what you did to the press. You thought you were so clever telling the whole world what you did to me, well it backfired on you didn’t it. Not only do I know about the child you abandoned, who’s beautiful by the way and so much better off without his father in his life, but you added to your list of criminal charges by releasing confidential information about an ongoing police investigation. Obstruction of justice must look real good on your resume” she continues, not giving him a second to open his mouth as she lets him have it.

“You better watch yourself. You’re not always going to have someone around to protect you” he says, looking like steam is about to come out of his ears.

“Is that a threat?” she asks flatly, refusing to show an ounce of emotion. She knows exactly what he’s trying to do and she refuses to give him the satisfaction.

“It’s a promise. You’re gonna get what coming to you. I’ll make sure of that” he tells her, stepping way too close to her in an attempt to intimidate her with his size like he used to do on a regular basis.

“Try it” she growls through gritted teeth as she stands her ground. She knows all she has to do is call out to Chris and he’ll be back by her side in seconds.

“You think you’re so fucking innocent in all this don’t you. It’s your fault it happened the first place”

“You’re fucking delusional. All I did that night was break up with you”

“We both know that’s not true”

“Believe what you want Travis”

She rolls her eyes and turns to walk away from him for a second time. There’s no talking sense into him and even if she could she doesn’t want to.

“Don’t you fucking walk away from me, you bitch” he snaps, grabbing hold of her arm in the exact same spot as before, only a lot tighter this time.

“Get your fucking hand off me” she growls, accentuating every word before ripping her arm from him grip “touch me again and I’ll break your fucking nose”

“Wouldn’t be the first time”

“You deserved it then too”

“So Ma’s already stressing about Thanksgiv… oh, sorry” Chris says as he returns to Maddie’s side, not realising she’s taking to someone. He has no idea it’s the man who almost killed her.

She moves behind Chris, putting him between her and Travis as her bravery all but evaporates. Her sudden change in behaviour definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by Chris, who immediately tries to make himself bigger to shield Maddie from the man in front of them.

“No, you’re fine. I was just going, see you round Maddie” Travis says, smirking at her as he walks away.

It takes everything in her not to grab hold of Chris’ hand to ground herself as she feels her panic starting to rise. She closes her eyes and takes several deep breaths to calm herself. She would rather drop the charges against Travis than let him see her have a panic attack.

“Are you OK?” Chris asks as soon as Travis is out of earshot. He knows something’s very wrong.

“Travis” she whispers, her eyes still fixed on her ex as she subtly points to him, her hands shaking.

“That was him?” Chris asks, stunned and furious at the same time. He honestly didn’t think that Travis would be stupid enough to approach her in public, especially now that people knew what he did. She just nods as she finally looks at Chris, her eyes full of tears. He’s never seen her so scared.

Chris lets out a low growl, balling up his fists as a blinding rage flows through him. He starts to walk toward Travis, planning to rip him a new one, when he feels Maddie’s hand gripping the back of his jacket.

“Can we just go… please?” she begs, her voice barely a whisper, her knuckles almost white from how tightly she’s clutching the fabric in her hand. She doesn’t want to be here anymore. She wants to be back in her apartment, cuddled up with Chris under her favourite blanket. She just wants to feel safe.

“Come on” Chris says quietly, moving his body to physically block Travis’ view of her as they turn and start to walk away. He instinctively puts his hand on her back, needing her to know that he’s right behind her but she pulls away from his touch without even realising what she’s doing, her brain too focused on getting to safety.

Letting out a frustrated huff, Maddie tries for the third time to put her key in the lock but she can’t, she’s shaking too much. Without saying anything Chris takes her keys from her hand and unlocks the door, holding it open to let her through.

His instinct was to take her keys the first time he saw her struggle and he almost did but he stopped himself, wanting to give her a chance to do it herself before he took over.

She lets out a sigh of relief when she hears the two deadbolts lock behind her, knowing she’s safe, before feeling him give her shoulders a gentle squeeze.

“Are you Ok?” he asks quietly, kissing the back of her head. She turns and wraps her arms around him, hugging him tightly as she rests her ear against his chest.

She takes several deep breaths while she listens to his heartbeat, the steady rhythm helping calm her as he rubs circles on her back.

“I need a drink” she says after a few minutes before untangling herself from his embrace and making her way over to the bar cart. She gets her bottle of Southern Comfort and takes a mouthful, letting her head fall forward as she swallows down the liquid.

Chris doesn’t blame her for wanting to drown her feelings, he can’t even begin to imagine the thoughts going through her head right now. She has another mouthful of the whiskey before putting it back on the bar cart and letting out a shaky breath as she starts to rub her arm where Travis grabbed her, it’s starting to really hurt.

“Can I see?” Chris asks softly, putting his hand over hers which makes her jump slightly. She didn’t even hear him walk over to her, her head still back at Central Park.

She nods and moves her hand, letting him gently pull her sleeve up above her elbow. She’s already got several small bruises starting to form.

“Fuck, how hard did he grab you?” he asks, gently rubbing the marked skin.

“I don’t… I” she stammers, shaking her head as her breathing starts to pick up. She’s still shaken by what happened… and scared.

“Maddie, you’re safe” he tells her, hoping he can keep her calm enough to prevent a panic attack as he mentally wishes he’d punched the prick square in the face.

She looks at him with ears welling in her eyes, her chin starting to quiver as she tries not to cry and it’s like he’s been punched in the gut. She’s terrified. He’s seeing the direct impact her ex has on her and it makes his heart ache, she shouldn’t know what fear like this feels like.

“Come here” he says, wrapping his arms around her, only for her to suddenly push him away.

“No, no, no” she gasps, her voice filled with panic as her eyes dart all over, unable to focus.

“Maddie, look at me” he says firmly while keeping his voice as soft as possible so he doesn’t scare her more. All he wants to do is wrap his arms around her and hold her tight but he doesn’t, he can’t.

She’s just pushed him away, not wanting him to touch her because she’s struggling to process what’s happened, he’s not about to overwhelm her even more just because of his own need to reassure her.

“It’s OK, Maddie, you’re OK” he tells her, gently taking her face in his hands when their eyes meet. She just looks at him, her brain struggling to make sense of all the emotions she’s experiencing.

“You’re OK” he whispers, wiping away the tear running down her cheek. She nods at him, taking a few deep and shaky breaths before giving him a tiny smile before she starts to walk to the couch only to stop after only a few steps because something just feels off.

“Ch… Chris” she stammers, reaching for him as she suddenly feels like she’s going to pass out. She stumbles over her own feet as her leg as give out, making him launch forward, catching her before she hits the floor. In her confused state, she tries to push him away, her fight or flight instincts kicking in.

“Please don’t fight me… please” he begs, gently pinning her arms to her chest as he holds her, trying to stop her from hurting herself as she struggles against him, her brain still trying to protect her from from the nonexistent threat.

“It’s Chris… Maddie, you’re safe… you’re safe” he says quietly as he continues to hold her, gently rocking them from side to side.

After several minutes of him trying to calm her from her panicked state he lets out a relieved sigh, feeling her whole body relax into him.

“Chris?” she asks cautiously, like she needs to confirm it’s him that’s holding her.

“I’m here, I’ve got you” he whispers, pressing a long kiss on her temple as she lets out a very shaky breath. He bends down slightly, hooking his arm under her knees and picks her up before carrying her to the couch. He sits with her on his lap, running his hand through her hair while she grips his shirt so tightly he wouldn’t be surprised if she tears the fabric.

“It’s OK beautiful, you can let it out… it’s OK” he tells her softly, knowing she’s fighting to keep herself from crying. He’s starting to recognise the signs of her trying to control her emotions and right now she’s displaying all of them.

A loud sob escapes the back of her throat before she buries her face in his neck, completely breaking down.

“I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere” he tells her quietly, rubbing circles on her back as tears start to fill his eyes.

Curled up in the corner of the couch under her favourite blanket, Maddie takes another bite of the pizza in her hand, her eyes fixed on the TV watching McGarret make Danny have yet another cardiac event because of his neanderthal behaviour.

She’d had a short nap after her breakdown, which ended abruptly when she had woken with a start because brain decided to overreact when it heard Chris moving around in the kitchen as he tried his best to clean as quietly as he could.

He’d already tidied her room, changed her sheets and cleaned the bathroom before moving onto the kitchen. Nowhere in the apartment actually needed cleaning, Maddie and Sebastian both like to keep the place as clean as humanly possible, but Chris had needed a distraction from his own anxiety that decided to show up a few minutes after she’d fallen asleep on her lap, his brain finally processing everything that happened.

He’s worried about what Travis is going to do next, how he’s going to try to get to her again.

“How is it?” Chris asks as he puts down two drinks on the coffee table before getting a slice from the tray and sitting down next to her, his leg tucked under him.

“Steve and Danny are having another cargument because Steve used a grenade to open a door” she tells him, so transfixed in what she’s watching to realise what he actually asked

“I was taking about the pizza” he says with a chuckle, kissing her temple as she takes another bite.

“Oh…” she mumbles, immediately feeling stupid that she didn’t know what he was taking about before starting to panic, her brain reverting back to her past experiences with Travis.

Chris can see she’s beating herself up over her answer. He hates it, seeing her become so small all because she’s scared of his reaction to a simple misunderstanding.

“Mads” he says softly, hooking his finger on the side of her chin and gently turning her head to look at him.

“It’s really good” she says, giving him a soft smile as he runs his thumb along her bottom lip. He can’t help but return her smile as he watches the panic she tried to hide from her face melt away.

He leans forward and softly presses his lips to hers, slightly surprised when she returns his kiss with force, her arms coming up and wrapping around his neck while her fingers play with his hair.

“I thought you said you couldn’t cook” she whispers against his lips before pulling away and resting her forehead against his.

“This is one of the few exceptions” he says, smiling when she lets out a soft laugh, happy to hear one of his favourite sound again. She presses her lips back to his, giving his a quick kiss before settling back into the couch and returning her attention to the TV.

He leans forward and gets his drink from the coffee table, accidentally knocking the TV remote onto the floor in the process. She lets out a gasp, visibly flinching at the loud clatter of plastic connecting on the hardwood floor.

Chris reacts instantly, putting his arm around her shoulder, his hand on the side of her head while he rests his forehead against her temple.

“I’m sorry beautiful” he says quietly, gently massaging her scalp as he presses soft kisses on her cheek.

“Accident… s’ok” she mumbles, leaning into him while she takes deep, controlled breaths.

After a few minute she climbs onto his lap and relaxes into him, her face finding its favourite spot nuzzled in his neck as he starts rubbing circles on her back.

“Mads” he says quietly after a while, not sure if she’s awake or fallen asleep in his arms again. She lets out a hum, acknowledging him as she shifts slightly in his lap, trying to snuggle up to him even more which makes him smile.

“I’ve got an idea” he tell her, giving her a gentle squeeze. She sits up, settling back on his lap and looking at him while she waits for him to tell her.

“You got those new bath bombs the other day, why don’t you go have a nice hot bath and relax” he says, tucking the hair that’s fallen in her face behind her ear.

He knows she’s probably going to want a bit of alone time after everything that’s happened, even if it’s only for ten minutes. She lets out another hum, nodding in agreement as she closes her eyes. A hot bath sounds amazing.

She leans forward and kisses him before climbing off his lap. He lets out a sad sigh as he watches her head into the bathroom.

He’s worried about her, he can’t not be. He just hopes he’ll be able to support her the way she needs… the way she deserves.

“Damn it” Maddie mutters to herself as she hangs her towel on the rail. She’s just realised she didn’t bring any pyjamas into the bathroom with her. They’re in her dresser, in her room, where Chris is currently stretched out on her bed. She considers calling out to him and asking him to pass her some but she’s so tired that she really doesn’t give a fuck. She figures he’s going to see her naked at some point, so she just shrugs and walks from the bathroom, across the living room to her bedroom.

“Feeling better?” he asks when she comes into the room, looking up at her from his laptop before quickly diverting his eyes back to the screen when he sees she’s naked.

He’s just finished changing his flight back to LA to Sunday, he isn’t about to leave her after what happened. He really wants to stay longer but he has an important meeting Monday that he can’t miss.

“A little” she says, not looking at him while she pulls out a pair of underwear and a random tee from her drawer. She can’t help but smirk a little as she gets dressed, she’d heard the sharp inhale of breath from him when she walked into the room.

She pulls her hair out of the back of the shirt as she turns to face him again and smiles to herself when she sees he’s starting at the laptop and not her. While a part of her wanted him to stare, she’s touched at his efforts to respect her. His eyes stay fixed on the screen until he feels the bed dip as she crawls up it to join him.

“Nice shirt” he says, clearing his throat. She frowns and looks down, laughing a little when she sees it’s a Captain America Shield.

“I stole it from Seb” she tells him, climbing under the blankets and stretching out.

“Of course you did” Chris laughs, it’s not the first time she’s admitted to stealing Sebastian’s clothes.

There might have been a time, when Chris was younger and stupider, that he would have been threatened by her relationship with Sebastian but not now. There is nothing between them but pure friendship. They love each other like siblings and besides some of his closest friends are female so it isn’t really fair of him to be upset about her best friend being male.

She lets out a shaky breath as she snuggles into him, hooking her leg over his, his leg hair tickling the skin of her inner thigh. He’d been so nervous when he asked her if she was OK with him getting rid of the sweats and just wearing a tee and his underwear to bed.

She wanted to tell him that he could go shirtless too but she didn’t, too embarrassed by the dirty thoughts she’d recently started having about him.

“You OK?” he asks as he wraps his arm around her, knowing her mind is probably stuck on what happened. She just nods and buries her face in his side.

She’s trying to convince him, and probably herself, that she is but he knows she’s not. He also knows she’s trying to be independent and deal with whatever has been brought up on her own because she still feels like she’s a burden.

“You don’t have to hide how you’re feeling from me” he says quietly. He wants to know how she’s feeling, what’s going through her head so he can help.

“I’m scared” she whispers, voicing how she’s felt since the moment she saw Travis that afternoon.

“It’s OK to be scared” he tells her, kissing the top of her head. He doesn’t blame her for feeling like this, she’d seen the person who abused her for two years, the person who caused her so much pain, physically and emotionally. He’d be concerned if it wasn’t affecting her.

“Can we watch a movie?” she asks, wanting to change the topic. She’s already thought about her ex way too much, she doesn’t want to give him any more of her energy.

“Anything in mind?” Chris says, reaching over and getting the remote from his bedside. It lives there now, well at least while he’s here, having moved from its original home in the top draw of her bedside table.

Every time they watch TV in bed she falls asleep before him, snuggled into his side. He’s actually fallen asleep with the TV still on more than once because he didn’t want to risk waking her by trying to reach over to get the remote.

If there’s one thing he’s learnt about women over the years it’s that you don’t wake them when they’re sleeping unless it’s a life or death situation.

“You choose” she tells him, knowing she’s probably not going to be able to pay much attention to it anyway.

While he looks for a movie she slips her hand under his shirt and starts drawing random shapes on abdomen.

Over the past few days he’s noticed she’s become a lot more comfortable with touch, seeking out parts of him that are normally covered. It’s mostly been the area under his belly button, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the hair that grows there but this morning he woke to her hugging him from behind with her hand up his shirt, basically groping one of his pecks. He’s not going to say anything about it, he’s actually been enjoying the feeling of her fingers on his skin.

“You ready?” he asks, starting the movie and putting the remote back on his bedside table. She lets out a small gasp when The Lion King starts playing.

“You remembered?” she asks, looking up at him surprised.

“Of course I did, it’s your favourite” he tells her, kissing her forehead.

“Thank you” she whispers, tears starting to fill her eyes.

“For remembering?” he asks, gently wiping her eyes with his thumb.

“For being you… making me feel safe” she says. Her words hit him, hard. He’s never stopped to really think about how her sense of safety changed drastically after what happened, how she spent so long feeling unsafe, even around people she trusts.

“Maddie, no matter what happens between us I want you to know that you will always be safe with me, always” he tells her, hugging her tighter and kissing the top of her head.

She lets out a quiet hum as she turns her attention to the movie she’s loved since she was three. By the time Simba is singing ‘Just Can’t Wait To Be King’ she’s fast asleep, face firmly buried in his side.

He can’t help but smile at the woman snuggled into him as he runs his fingers through her hair, the woman he’s falling in love with.

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