#my grandma had a film camera that she would follow me around with and there are so many bangers from that bro

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i was looking for a picture of my childhood dog (his name was joey) and then i found all these pictures from when i was a toddler ☹️ i named the horse in the second picture nighttime (i was retarded) and the baby horse was named whiz cause he was fast as fuck i think but i can't remember the mom's name

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Object of Desire*

AN: this is my first time posting on here so please be gentle☺️

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summary: Honey Rose, one of the most sought after adult film actress, get picked to do a scene for director Harry Styes. What happens when she finds out that he will be the one doing the scene with her?

work count: 7.5k

tropes: pornstarry

warnings: 18+, language, explicit smut, fluff

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Lights, Camera, Action. 

I’ve always wanted to hear those words be uttered before a scene- to feel the adrenaline rush as I make the script come to life. As a little kid I would whisper them to myself before I would put on a short skit for my grandma, and it made me feel like I was a real movie star. Now at 26 years old- I am the furthest thing from a movie star, but I guess an actress could be the term for my job. 

The adrenaline that I love to feel rush through my veins is present as well as the nervousness that is making my hands sweat slightly. The possibilities of today swirl around my mind as I walk down the long corridor to meet the director of today’s shoot. 

I never thought this is what I would be doing to keep a roof over my head and food in my belly, but I can’t say I’m disappointed. What started out as occasionally posing for a lingerie company to help me get through school turned into signing up for an OnlyFans and making $7,000 a week. 

I never did anything too risque on my page, only posting pictures of me half naked without showing my face and occasionally taking a few requests from subscribers. My following grew exponentially and it continued until I didn’t know how to manage all of the content people were asking me to film. 

A few months ago, a manger reached out to me wanting to represent me. Although this was a far fetch from the job I’ve always wanted, I couldn’t turn it down. Having sex in front of a camera with a whole team watching you and a million more waiting to see it with a person you barely know is scary and intimidating- but I took the job anyway. I like the money and sometimes the sex is actually quite enjoyable when I can get out of my own head.  

This particular job came as a surprise to both me and my manager. Usually, my manager would reach out to a filming company, give them my head shots, and then wait to hear back if they wanted to use me for the scene they were wanting to film, but for this one the director himself reached out to my manager. Apparently, he had seen some of my work and wanted me to be one of the stars in his new video. 

Harry Styles- is the biggest name in the porn industry and someone you don’t say no to.  Not only is he one of the hottest and sought after pornstars, but he is also known for being a fantastic director. Every single one of his videos has at least a million views, if not more; they are hot and sensual, plucked right from all the fantasies that I’ve stored away in my brain. He started out just like everyone else, at the bottom of the totem pole, but he became so successful so fast that everyone in the industry wanted to work with him. Recently, he’s been focusing more on the directing side of his job, foregoing the acting part which many people have complained about, but of course he doesn't care. 

I’m not embarrassed to admit that I’ve gotten myself off multiple times from watching him. Just listening to his deep, slow, and raspy voice would make my cunt slick before reaching into my night stand to grab my purple bullet vibrator. I would press it to my clit and circle it around while I watched him kiss down the length of the random girl’s body before he would uncover her wet pussy and taste her for the first time. He would use both his tongue and fingers to get her off before fucking her into the matress, making her scream out in pleasure as he takes her from behind and slaping the plump flesh of her ass as she comes on his thick cock. He would fuck her through her orgasm, and the sound of both of their moans would make my stomach swirl with pleasure. I would always tease myself, not letting myself come until I knew he was about to orgasm. To not disturb my neighbors, I would flip around on my belly with my vibrator still pressed closely to my swollen clit and bite into my pillow as I listened to his deep moans as he came, finally finding my release alongside him. 

It’s gonna be hard for me to look him in the eye today and not picture him like that; to not think of the way his back muscles flex while hovering over his partner, thrusting into them as hard and fast as he can or the way the vein on his neck pops out when he tilts his head back in pleasure. I don’t even know if I’ll be able to focus on my costar as Harry directs us, only focusing on him and what he wants from me. 

“Honey?” A small woman stands in front of me, holding a clipboard and a pair of headphones hanging around her neck. “Honey Rose?” 

“Yeah, that’s me. Sorry, I guess I’m a little distracted.” I answer to my stage name, and laugh off my embarrassment. She giggles along with me, easing my nerves. 

With an extended hand she says, “Hi, I’m Jenny, Harry’s assistant.” I take her hand and offer her a smile. “I’ll be showing you around and then I’ll take you to meet him.” After we shake hands she pulls away and turns around. “Follow me and I’ll show you where you can put your stuff.” 

We make small talk while walking down the hallway towards an unknown destination. Jenny rattles off all the things she did this morning, preparing for the shoot and she also tells me how excited Harry is to meet me. 

My stomach once again flips at the thought of being in his presence, but I don’t get a chance to think about it more when Jenny stops in front of a door that says ‘Honey Rose.’ 

“I get my own dressing room?” 

Jenny looks at me with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Of course you do. Have you never had one before?” She opens the door, stepping to the side to let me walk in the room first. “Harry always makes sure his stars are taken care of.” 

I shake my head while walking in the room. It’s nothing too extravagant, with a love seat couch tucked in the corner with a small coffee table in front of it and a vanity on the far left wall, but it’s nicer than anything I’ve gotten before. Usually I have to get undressed in front of all the crew before slipping into a robe, so having this space puts me at ease. 

At least I’ll have some privacy throughout this shoot. 

“If you just wanna set your stuff down I’ll take you to meet Harry. He’s just now finishing setting up the bedroom set.” I take my coat off and hang it over the back of the chair and then place my purse on the coffee table. “You ready?” 

“As I’ll ever be.” I stick my hands in my pockets to hide the fact that they are shaking and follow after Jenny. For being as tiny as she is she sure can walk fast and I find myself wishing she would slow down so I can prepare myself. 

The set is a normal looking bedroom. It’s cozy, warm, and inviting. The bed is dawned in white sheets, a white duvet, and a tan throw with brown pillows. The bedside tables are decorated with items to make it look like someone actually lives here and a mirror leans against the wall across from the bed. 

There aren't a lot of people in this room right now, some are setting up certain light fixtures and others are testing out the equipment, but I immediately know which one is Harry. Dressed in long black flared trousers and a matching black shirt, he stands next to the mirror, angling it so it perfectly aims at the head of the bed. 

He hasn’t noticed us yet, but when Jenny clears her throat he looks up in the mirror and immediately makes eye contact with me. “Harry, this is -”

“Honey Rose.” My fake name rolls off his lips and I find myself begging to hear him use my real name. “I know who she is, Jenny. Would be kind of hard not to know.” Harry stuffs one hand in his pocket and makes his way over to me. “I’m Harry.” He extends his hand out to me and it takes me a second before I do the same. 

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you, Harry.” I hope he doesn’t see the school girl blush on my cheeks, but I can’t help but find myself so taken with him. His hair falls perfectly in waves in a slight middle part that frames his face. There is a shadow of facial hair surrounding his jaw and around his lips, drawing attention to the pinkness of them. His eyes shine bright compared to the darkness of his hair; beautiful sea green staring straight at me. The tattoos on his arm stand out and I find myself looking over each and every one, but then I remember that I’m still holding onto his hand. I let go rather quickly and he chuckles at me. “I’m excited to work with you. I’ve heard nothing but great things.” 

“Well, I should hope so.” Two dimples pop out on the sides of his cheeks as he smiles while pushing his hair back and off his forward. “But I’m curious, are they talking about my directing skills or how I fuck?” 

I keep myself composed, even though all I want to do is tell him that my information is coming from the videos that I’ve watched of him. I gather up all the confidence in my body and say, “Both, but I guess I’ll only be seeing one of those talents today.” 

A confused look flashes across his face, but he doesn’t let it last. His lips perk up and he quietly says, “We’ll see about that.” Now it's my turn to be confused. I open my mouth to ask him what he means by that but he stops me. “Honey, would you mind joining me in my office? I just want to go over a few things with you, if that’s all right.” 

“Of course. Whatever you need.” Harry places his hand on my lower back and escorts us out of the room. His office isn’t too far away, but the walk is filled with a thick tension. He ushers me in, and tells me to sit on the couch like the one similar to mine in my dressing room. Harry takes a seat next to me, not sitting behind the desk which honestly makes me feel more equal to him. 

“As you may know, my videos are praised for how real and authentic they seem. I don’t do the corny pizza delivery guy bullshit or any of those cheesy porns that have terrible dialogue and even worse acting. I like to make everyone on set feel comfortable, so that they can actually feel the pleasure instead of faking it. Does that make sense?” He crosses one of his legs over the other, and the way his trousers move it showcases his thick thighs bulging under the surface of the fabric. 

“It makes perfect sense, and I really respect what you are doing here. Most of the time they just throw me in a room with a guy and just tell me to fuck him.” 

“I can promise you that’s not gonna be the case today, but I do need to ask you a few questions. You can answer whichever ones you want or not if you don’t want to.”  I nod my head at him, telling him I understand. That smirk reappears on his face, but this time I don’t get so flushed. The way he’s looking at me makes me want to sit on top of his desk and have his head be buried in my cunt. “I just need to know so I can fuck you just how you like it.” 

“Y-you’re gonna be the one fu- in the scene with me?” My heart rate picks up in anticipation and I hope I didn’t just hear him wrong. He hasn’t done a video in such a long time. Why would he start now? 

“That wasn’t the original plan.” Harry stands up, walking closer to me before crouching down in front of me. His knees touch mine and even through the fabric of both of our clothes I can feel his warm skin. “When I was looking for the girl for this shoot I came across one of your videos.” Harry’s fingertip grazes over my knee and he starts to draw circles on it. “It was just you, laying on a bed, with a vibrator on your pretty little pussy.” He looks up at me, and grabs a hold of my jaw. “You had beautiful moans coming from these lips. I just knew that I couldn’t sit there and watch someone fuck you, not when I could be the one doing it.” 

I turn my head, still keeping eye contact with him. His thumb that was on my jaw now rests against the skin of my lips. I puker them, softly kissing his thumb before taking it into my mouth for just a moment. “You want to fuck me, Harry?” His eyes are dark, lustfully watching as I kiss his thumb, suck on it, and then let it plop from between my lips. 

“Oh, honey.” Harry moves his hand away from my face, placing it on my knee again. With both hands, he pushes my thighs apart and situates himself between them. “You have no fucking clue.” I burn under his gaze. His touch is light and teasing, kneading the muscles of my thighs while he looks up at me. “I still need you to answer a few questions for me. Can you do that for me, honey?” 

“Please, call me Emma.” I don’t mind being called Honey. In fact it makes me feel confident and sexy, but right now I just want to feel real with him. 

“Okay, Emma. Are you okay with me warming you up before we shoot? I can do it right here, spread you out and make you come on my fingers so you're more sensitive while we film. You need to be warm, wet, and ready for me.” 

Harry kisses up the length on my pant leg, placing his lips right on top of the sem and stopping when he gets close to my center. “Yes, please make me come, Harry.” After I give him the okay, he doesn't waste a second before undoing the button on my pants and pulling them down my legs. He takes in the sight of my red lace thong and by the way the air creates a cool sensation on my panties, I know I’m wet for him; and he can see it. 

“I’m gonna ask you a few questions, but you have to promise me that you’ll answer them truthfully, okay?” 

Harry patiently awaits an answer, starting to slowly kiss up my thigh. He kisses both of my knees and continues to switch between both legs as he travels upwards until he reaches my midthigh and sits back up. “Yeah, I-I’ll answer them.”

“Let’s start with an easy one.” Harry drags his hands across my skin, nails scratching slightly. He finds my hips, tracing his thumb in the crease where my hip bends from sitting down. “Are you okay with me kissing you?” 

“Yes, I actually prefer it.” With the grip on my hip, he pulls me to the edge of the couch so I’m barely even sitting on it. He leans into me, pressing his chest against mine as he tucks himself into my neck. 

“Hmm,” His curls tickle my cheek, his sweet smell overpowers me, and his nose teases up my neck. “Is there anything that’s a hard no for you during sex?” I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” 

The fact that he isn’t even asking me these questions puts me at ease. Though I haven’t had a lot, my costars never asked me what I was or wasn’t comfortable with. The directors never cared, only making sure every piece of dialogue and every cue on the script was hit. 

“You can do anything to me. If it’s you doing it, I know I’ll like it.” 

“You’re stroking my ego here, Em.” 

The tip of his nose grazes my jawline before it's replaced by his lips. He is still holding onto my hips and even though I love his hands there I wish he would touch me elsewhere. Just from him being this close to me, my cunt is slick and my clit is throbbing, waiting to be touched. 

“I’ve watched you before. I know how you fuck, so anything you want to do go right on ahead. I can take you, Harry.” 

“Oh, I have no doubts about that.” Placing a kiss on my cheek, he stands up and sits down next to me again. “Stand up.” Obeying, I stand up on shaking legs and turn to face him. Legs spread, arms stretched out along the back of the couch, and a smirk on his face, Harry sits there eyeing me up and down. “Strip for me. Let me see what’s mine for today.”

I cross my arms, grabbing the hem of my t-shirt and pulling it over my head. His eyes move to my chest, taking in the matching red lace bra. Harry takes one arm off the back of the couch to adjust himself in his pants as he continues to take me in. “You know, it’s not fair that I’m half naked and you’re still completely clothed.” 

Harry clears his throat and reaches out to grab my hips to turn me around. “This isn't about me.” His fingers find the band on my underwear and my breath hitches when he starts to slowly pull them down. In the wake of the fabric, he kisses where it once laid. “So sit down on my lap.” Pulling on my hips, he sits my naked bottom half on his fully clothed lap.  “Spread your legs.” I hook a leg over each one of his thighs and lean back onto his chest. “And let me make you come, so I can fuck you how I want later.” 

The rings on his fingers are cold on my blazing skin. Touching over the expanse of my stomach, my hips, my thighs and briefly the tops of my breasts he teases me with everything I want while simultaneously avoiding the place I need him most. 

My pussy is soaked with my arousal, dripping down and probably landing on his trousers, but at this moment I can’t find it in myself to care. 

“Do you want me to just rub your clit and get you off that way, or do you want me fingers? Stretch you out a little bit so I fit nice and snug in you?” 

I tilt my head to the side to find him already looking at me. Our lips are so close I fainting feel his skin, but we both don’t make the move to lean in; to fuel the fire we both feel growing. “Want your fingers. Please.”  

Harry looks down at my lips for a brief second before turning his head away from me. Out of the corner of my eye I see him looking at my body that’s spread out for him and the lust in his eyes is unmistakable. 

I take advantage of his head facing forward and tuck my face in the crook of his neck. He smells even better this close up. His smell is sweet, reminding me of walking into a bakery while also being smokey, like a fresh campfire on a fall evening. 

I repeat his actions from early, gliding my nose across his neck. When his fingers finally touch my cunt I whimper into his skin. I accidentally bite into his neck from the shock of finally feeling him. “Hey. You can’t mark me yet, Em. Wait until later and you can leave your marks anywhere you want.” 

The tips of his fingers trace over my entrance, gathering up all the wetness caused by him. He drags them up and uses my arousal to start slowly drawing circles on my clit. Instead of biting him I kiss down the side of his neck to try and quiet my cries of pleasure. 

“Maybe I didn’t even need to warm you up. You were soaked before I even touched you.” 

In my desire induced haze I accidentally say, “I always get so wet for you.” My cheeks heat up with embarrassment and if I could bury myself into his neck anymore I would. 

“Oh?” His fingers speed up, making me squirm in his lap. “Are you telling me you’ve watched my videos while rubbing this little clit of yours? You’ve came from watching me fuck someone else. Is that what you’re telling me?” 

From the bulge pressing into my ass, it’s obvious this is turning him on. I let my embarrassment slip away and just let myself be in the moment with him. “Yes, Harry. I’ve always wanted to fuck you.” 

“Well, it’s my lucky day isn't it, baby?” He doesn’t warn me before filling my pussy with his fingers. Long, thick, and ring clad, his fingers work against my g-spot. Combined with the teasing and his relentless strokes on my clit, my stomach begins to tingle and the muscles in my cunt squeeze around his fingers. 

“God, Harry. I’m so fucking close.” His movements are slow and skillful, not needing to go fast and hard to make me reach my end. 

“You’re a sensitive little thing, aren’t you?” His fingers stop fucking me, but he presses his fingertips up into my g-spot and massages the spot that makes me see stars. Somehow he’s lifted the hood of my clit so he’s directly on my nerves. “Can’t wait to get you underneath me, so I can fuck you into the sheets. Spread your pussy out and take you just like I fucking want.” 

I throw my head back on his shoulder, needing some fresh air. My lungs can hardly keep up with my shallow breaths and I’m so dizzy I feel like I could pass out. “Please, Harry. I need to cum.” 

“You don’t have to ask me. Just let go, honey. Make a mess of me.” 

And so I do. I feel myself clench around his fingers and my ears start to ring. The sound of his voice telling me how good I am filters through the noise, but for the most part I can’t focus on anything except the pure bliss running through my veins. Harry kisses my cheek, as he coaxes me through my orgasm. “Good girl, Em.” 

I fully relax into his chest as I come down from the high. He slips his fingers out from me and puts them up to my mouth. “I would love nothing more than to taste you right now, but I want to make sure the first time I do it’s caught on camera.” 

Harry drags my come across my bottom lip before slipping his fingers into my mouth. He lets me take my time cleaning his fingers up and he keeps eye contact with me the whole time. 

“What do we do now?” I ask after his fingers leave my mouth. 

“You are gonna go get a snack, get your hair and makeup done, and get dressed.” He pinches my bare hip which makes me yelp, but he just smiles at me. “But you gotta get off my lap so you can do that.” 

It’s crazy to see him go from this sexy dominant male to someone who is also playful. It makes my heart beat faster in my chest when he looks at me with a smile. 

I climb off him and go to grab a tissue from his desk to clean off the mess between my thighs. “Nope. None of that.” He snatches the tissue from my hand and puts it in his pocket. 

“I can’t clean myself up?” I cross my arms over my chest and for a second I forget I’m just in my bra, but I’m reminded when Harry’s eyes travel down to my tits. 

“No.” He walks over to my underwear that were haphazardly discarded and kneels before me. Tapping on the side of my ankle, he silently tells me to raise my foot so he can dress me. “While you are getting ready I want you to think about how wet you are. I want you to feel your come on your thighs and think about what we are gonna do. How I’m gonna fuck you. How I’m gonna make you come again.” He kisses my hip bone before standing up, dragging the fabric along with it. Harry makes sure it’s in place and snaps the band against my skin. “I’ll see you later, honey.” 

Throughout getting my hair and makeup done I shift unfavorably in my seat. My underwear is absolutely ruined from my orgasm, but now it's slick with my want for Harry. I can’t stop thinking about what we are about to do. 

In front of me lies my ‘script’. There isn’t much in it other than some lines I need to say. The premise of the whole video is a couple waking up tangled in the sheets together after being away from each other for a while. 

I think about what I plan on doing to him as the girls around me talk amongst themselves. Usually I would partake in these conversations and make friends with them, but right now my brain can only focus on one thing. 

They curl my hair, fluff it out and apply some light makeup to my face. I didn't want any foundation on because it will just get smudged anyway and I don’t want to look sloppy, so all I have on is some mascara and a light lip gloss. 

A silk black robe is wrapped around my body with my skin bare underneath and matching black slippers are on my feet. It was awkard taking my clothes off in front of the wardrobe person, especially considering the poor excuse of fabric that was my underwear. 

 The air is cold in the hallway as I walk towards the studio room and I know everyone that passes me can see my nipples through my robe. 

The room that was once filled with maybe five people now houses twelve. It’s hard to walk in the room with how many bodies there are and I barely see Harry through the crowd. I protectively shield my chest away from prying eyes and lower my head. 

Harry has changed from earlier, now wearing a black fitted t-shirt that shows off his muscles and a pair of grey sweatpants. I can tell by the bulge in his pants that he isn’t wearing any underwear and the sight instantly makes my mouth water. 

He finds my eyes across the room and at first he smirks at me, taking in my skimpy robe and the exposed skin on my thighs. He must see the apprehension in my eyes because he looks around the room and shakes his head. “Anyone who doesn’t absolutely need to be in here needs to get out.” 

Disapproving sighs are heard around the room, but they don’t hesitate to listen to him. Harry is known for being a sweet and caring guy but I’ve also heard that he isn’t afraid to put his foot down when he needs to. 

He waits until all unnecessary personnel exit the room, being left with the camera man and the sound lady. “Are you ready?” Harry kneels on the opposite side of the bed and puts his hands on his hips. 

“More than ready.” I pull the blanket back, ready to slip under the covers and Harry does the same. “Do you usually wear that to bed?” I say referring to his outfit. 

“I could ask you the same.” He grabs the sting that keeps my robe closed and tugs on it, not hard enough to open it, but just enough to pull me closer to him. 

“No. I usually sleep naked. Shouldn’t we make this as natural as possible?” I wink at him and pull his hands so the string gets loose. The silk moves against my skin as the front opens, but I only allow Harry to see me. 

His eyes drink me in, looking at every exposed piece of skin I have to offer. “Are you trying to be the director now? Trying to steal my job are you?” 

“Maybe.” I shrug. “I bet I could do a better job.” 

Harry reaches into my robe, pinches my hip and says, “Get that robe off and get under the covers.” The dimples that I’ve come to love poke out as I do as he says. 

Harry walks over to the two other people in the room and says something inaudible as I get myself comfortable. He must have told them to leave, because after they check the equipment they both turn around and leave. I’m used to people seeing me naked now and I’m not ashamed of having sex in front of people. In all actuality it turns me on knowing that people are watching me and my partner, but we are only focused on each other. 

“You didn’t have to kick them out. This isn’t my first rodeo.” I lay my head up against the headboard and watch as he starts to take his shirt off. No matter how many times I see his bare chest I still swoon every time. This is my first time seeing it in person and I can't wait to leave little love marks on him like he said I could earlier. 

“I know. I didn’t want them in here.” 

“Why?” 

“Just didn’t want them to be in here.” He bends down to take his sweats off, only leaving him in his underwear, before climbing into bed with me. 

“Won’t it be hard without them in here?” 

Harry turns towards me and leans on his elbow. “Those cameras over there are already filming and there are mics around the room to pick up your pretty noises that men are gonna drool over, so no, it won’t be.” He pulls the blanket down to expose my breasts. Leaning forward he takes my nipple in his mouth and lightly swirls his tongue around it. “Just lay down, act like you are asleep, and then wake your loving boyfriend up so he can fuck you senseless, okay?” 

“Whatever you say, director.” He chuckles at me and lays down. I press my naked body up against his half naked form and he groans. 

“Should have thought the whole naked thing through. I already need to be inside of you, so let’s hurry up.” I laugh into his chest and pretend like I’m peacefully sleeping on his chest for a while. 

Under the sheets, I discreetly sneak my hand from his tummy to the tops of his boxers. Being the professional he is, he doesn’t make any noise or give any indication that I’m close to touching him. 

I feel guilty because he got me worked up already and I haven't given him anything in return, so I pretend to wake up and lovingly look over at him. To portray the act of being his girlfriend, I caress his face, push back his hair, and take in the way he looks while he’s relaxing. 

I know he isn’t asleep, but he looks so cute and peaceful laying here like this with me. Throwing back the covers, I expose myself to the camera and run my hand along the top of his boxers. Harry stirs a little bit, trying to look like he’s waking up, but he keeps his eyes closed. 

“I’ve missed you, baby.” I whisper to him while dragging his underwear down his narrow hips. His cock is half hard, laying against his stomach. I take him into my hand, and his warm skin feels so nice against mine. I position myself between his legs while working my hand up and down his shaft. “Wake up, Harry. You’ve been gone for too long. I need you.” 

Once he’s fully hard, I put his tip in my mouth lightly sucking on it while my left hand reaches down to grab his balls and squeeze them. A little moan escapes him and he moves around more as he ‘wakes up.’ I take him further into my mouth, letting him tap the back of my throat before coming back up to lick at his tip. 

I hunch over him more, so I’m on my knees as I blow him. I continue to bob up and down, letting him stay in my throat for longer periods of time. His hands sneak into my hair and pushes it away from my face so he can watch me. “You just have to have my cock in your mouth first thing in the morning don’t ya, honey?” 

His dick pops out of my mouth and I replace it with my hand. I lay my head on his thigh, batting my eyelashes up at him while I jerk his dick in my hand. “I’ve just missed you, didn’t you miss me?” I pout my lip out at him slightly, playing into the needy and horny girlfriend role. Honestly, I don't have to even act that part. My pussy is a mess and I know the camera behind me is picking up on just how wet I am. 

“Of course I did.” He grabs the side of my head and hovers me over his wet dick. “Now, put my cock back in your mouth so I can show you just how much I missed you.” I don’t know why he asked me because he doesn’t wait for me to lower my mouth on him all the way before he’s thrusting into my mouth. 

Harry controls my head, fucking my throat while he lays under me. His moans are sinful, and make my cunt even more slick. I run my hands up and down his thigh, stopping over the tiger and scratching at it with my nails. “Fuck.” He moans at the pain and fucks my throat even harder. “Am I not fucking your mouth hard enough? Huh? You wanted me to go even harder?” 

I pinch his hip, telling him it’s okay to keep going and he does. Harry’s hips come off the bed while he pulls my head down over and over again. Tears leak from my eyes from the pressure, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Throughout all my sexual experiences I don’t think any man has even been this vocal in bed with me. His voice is rough and raspy and his moans are deep and sultry. Every word he says drips off his tongue like honey. 

Harry suddenly pulls out of my mouth and forces my head to look up at him. “Get up here now. Need this little pussy in my tongue now, before I fuck you.” 

The thought of his mouth on me makes me squirm and I move fast at his words. I crawl over his body,  touching his chest and arms on my way up. “Can I get a kiss first, please?” 

“Don’t have to ask me, baby.” Harry grabs the back of my head and pulls me down to his warm lips. Kissing him feels exactly how I pictured. He’s soft but rough, fast but takes his time, and in control while making me feel like I hold the power. His tongue works against mine and I find myself loving the way he tastes. 

I pull back from his lips, knowing if I don’t stop we’ll  just kiss the entire time. If this was just for us, I would kiss him until my lips bruise and all the air evaporates from my lungs, but this isn’t just for us. Grabbing his cheeks, I open his mouth wide. “Stick your tongue out for me, baby. I need to make sure you’ll be wet enough to fuck my pussy with your tongue.” 

“Don’t think I’ll need it with how wet you get, but I’ll never pass up the opportunity.” Harry winks at me as I spit into his mouth. My mouth is sloppy from the kiss we shared and the way he was relentless fucking up into my mouth causing a string of I admire how it looks sitting on his tongue, ready to be used. 

Harry grabs my ass and pulls me until I’m straddling his head. He yanks my hips down, forcing me to fully sit on his face. His moan is unmistakable as he tastes me for the first time and I simultaneously moan at the feeling of his tongue on my clit. 

Grabbing onto his hair for stability and also rocking my hips against his tongue I utter, “Fuck, Harry.” My clit is so sensitive from my orgasm and I know it wouldn’t take me much to finish again. His tongue licks from my entrance to my clit where he sucks it into his mouth and shakes his head to stimulate it further. I sound like I just ran a marathon with how heavy I’m breathing, but I can’t even find the time to be embarrassed about it. 

It comes to a surprise to me when I feel his hand smack my ass once on each cheek, making my skin sting. Harry pulls away from my pussy just for a moment, “Can you not take me sucking on your little clit, baby? Does it feel too good?” He doesn’t wait for a response, just dives back into my cunt and sucks my clit into his mouth once again. As he shakes his head back and forth, his stubble on his cheeks rubs against the inside of my thigh creating a nice achy burn that I will feel tomorrow morning. 

When he smacks my ass again, I cry out and lean my head against the headboard. “Keep doing that, Harry. You’re gonna make me cum.”

“You like me smacking your ass that much, honey?” I nod my head and whimper. He does it again and I nearly come just from that. “You’re such a dirty little thing.” 

After a few more licks at my clit, I come all over his face and start shaking above him. My legs feel like jello and I don’t even know how I’m going to move from the position. “I could make you come on my face like that all fucking day, such a great thing to wake up to.” Harry realizes my weak legs and he runs his calloused hands over my hips and down my thighs. “You still want me to fuck you? Show you how much I’ve missed being deep in your little cunt?”  

“Yes. Please, I need you inside me.” Harry reaches up and wraps his hand around my throat. Before I can even comprehend the fact that his long fingers, that I came around earlier, are around my neck he pushes me off his chest and down to the bed beside him. 

Instinctively, my legs part for him and he gladly slides between them. His dick slides between my slick lips, tip lightly touching my still aching clit. “I can’t wait til I slip right into you.” Harry presses a light kiss to my lips, trailing them over to my cheek, across my jawline, and down my neck. As he goes further down, sucking light bruises into the skin of my breasts, he pinches my chin and turns my head until I’m watching us in the mirror. “But you gotta keep your eyes on me.” 

“But-” 

He climbs up my body, and whispers in my ear, “Listen to me, Em. Be a good girl and listen to me, okay?” 

“O-okay.” My body shivers, hearing him call me my name during sex is everything I didn’t think I needed, but now it’s all I want. Harry trails my body in kisses again and this time I keep my eyes on him in the mirror. He buries his face into my cleavage, licking, kissing, and sucking my skin, leaving his mark behind. His large hands take in both of my breasts when he starts giving my stomach the same attention. 

“Are you dripping yet for me? Do you think I could slip right in?” 

“I don’t know. I guess you could always find out.” I tease. Harry turns his head and looks at me in the mirror. He takes in the smirk on my face and shakes his head while biting his lip. 

“I love that mouth of yours,” Fingertips trace the outline of my lips, taunting me, “but I think I can find a different use for it.” Now fully hovering me, he grabs my hips and wraps my legs around his waist. “I want to hear those pretty little noises you make.” Sitting up on his knees, Harry holds my hip with one hand while lining his cock up to my entrance. “You think you can do that for me? Can you tell me how good I’m fucking you?” 

“Yes, Harry. Just please, fuck-” Before I finish my sentence, Harry is already pushing into me, stretching my pussy out just for him. We both moan out at the feeling, and my nails dig into his abs. Red angry marks are left over the ink of his butterfly tattoo and I wish I had the time to admire the marks I made. 

“Yeah, that’s good.” Harry finally sinks into me all the way and both of his hands are now gripping my hips with a fierce strength. “Mark me like that, baby. Mark me however you want.” 

When my nails dig into his biceps he hisses and starts fucking into my relentlessly. Harry thursts into me while also using his grip on me to fuck my cunt onto his cock. The sound of our skin slapping against each other and the pleasure we are giving each other fills the room. 

I find myself thankful that he kicked everyone out. Usually in these situations I find myself faking the moans, the pleasure, on my face, and the way my body is moving, but with him everything is natural. 

I look at us in the mirror, with Harry now hovering over me and whimpering my name over and over again in my ear. His back muscles bulge and claim my attention as he fucks into me, deep and slow. His pelvis stimulates my clit every time he pushes deeper in me and I reluctantly take my eyes off him to throw my head back in pleasure. 

“Takin’ me so good, Em.” He captures my lips in a kiss and our tongues clash. “I’m gonna need you again, but next time I want you all to myself.” Harry picks up in pace and I can barely hear him over the sound of my own moans. “Just for us, no one else.” 

“I-I think I like the sound of that.” I clench down around his dick that’s soaked in my arousal and I feel the ache in my  stomach, begging me for a release. 

“But you like getting fucked in front of people, don’t you? You like getting fucked like the slut that you are?” He’s so close to my ear that no one will be able to hear his words in the video, but I can and it’s making me drip past him and onto the bed sheets. 

If I answer him I know it would be loud, so all I do is nod. Harry slips out of me and I whimper at the empty feeling. It doesn’t last too long though, because Harry flips me around till I’m laying on my stomach and quickly fills me up again. 

“I wish I could fuck you in every position, but you feel too good squeezing me.” The tip of his dick massages directly into my g-spot with every thrust he gives me and I bite the pillow to subside my screams. “Nuh uh,” Harry wraps my hair around his hand and tugs my face to the side so I’m looking at the mirror.  “Need to see the pretty face as you come.” 

The grip on my hair is released and placed back on my hips to angle them upwards. I slip my hand between my legs and rub lazy circles into my clit. The small stimulation pushes me over the edge, and by the way Harry’s face scrunches up and the deep moans escaping him I know my own orgasm caused his. 

Breathlessly he falls forwards; forehead resting against the space between my shoulder blades. We stay like that for a while, catching our breaths and taking in each other. Harry kisses the skin of my back repeatedly as I sink into the sheets with him still inside me. 

“Well, Em. I think we made a good video.” 

[farmerbebop]

Absolutely no one asked for this but I had another silly McGoohan dream last night and because that's the second dream already maybe you all can tell me if that's normal or not. 😅

It was in a very big schoolyard, completely empty except for the trees around it. McGoohan was in his later Columbo days, cleanly shaven, without any glasses. He was being knighted by the queen. Two other people were standing next to her. No one else was to be seen. McGoohan seemed like he didn't know what the hell was going on, being Irish and all, but he let it happen. Then they gave him a flag in triangle form with his name on it.

After that he went to feed the pigeons in the yard and gave one of them the flag. The pigeon flew away with it. It flew to the rooftop and dropped the flag there. I climbed up there and picked it up. Then I saw McGoohan and another young man coming up, they were trying to catch a calico cat. The young man was ahead of him. I saw the cat in the room under me, climbing up a shelf, and alerted the young man to it.

Then McGoohan arrived and looked up at the cat. I was hiding at the door to the rooftop, didn't dare to make a noise. I could see his eyes but I couldn't tell whether or not he noticed me.

Then a lady appeared and told him if he caught the cat the game would be over and asked him whether he still wanted to chase after it. He said "I don't want to chase after it. I want to grow up."

Then I was overcome by the fear that he was going to run away and I woke up.

The first dream I had was back then when I just started making stupid McGoohan videos. It was even stranger.

It was a film where in the finale two men captured McGoohan and tried to put him into a car. He was carrying some sort of water bottle in a case (obviously a gadget) and was making excuses to not get into the car. Then he stabbed one of the men with a fork from the case. But the other man stabbed him from behind with a fork too.

Then it was in a small living room. He was waking up on an armchair facing the fireplace. Next to him was a cradle with dangling toys from above. He vaguely remembered there wasn't any toy there before. Then I'm not sure whether he was falling asleep again or fainting, or dying.

Then the film ended and I had to go somewhere but I came back for the end credits because there were some scenes there too. I was on the bus with my grandma. I had some money and grandma gave me some coins and I paid the bus tickets before we got off. The bus driver found a strange coin among the ones I gave him and he said I must be going to church. But I never went to church.

Then I got to the end credits. The color was a bit strange like there was a filter over it. It was in a palace. There was a French soldier and McGoohan was some sort of an outlaw. McGoohan told him they were not so different considering the way they were both holding on to their weapon. The French soldier then tried to recall a Chinese saying and went over to an old Asian lady to ask for help with the saying. It turned out the lady did not speak Chinese. Then she left.

Then McGoohan followed her to her house. She was staying with her grandson. So McGoohan came in to see two gay men together and he was like "Oh, am I intruding?". Then the grandma came and showed him her pension papers, she started out raising pigs together with her friends and then went through all sort of jobs to find herself with a meager pension in the end.

Then he was in a park, it was full of plants and trees, almost like a jungle. He was walking among the plants towards the camera. Then words came out on screen, not in one line across the screen but appearing and disappearing all over the place, his voice-over can be heard. It was about wars or nations or something like that.

TL;DR Your poor Farmer Bebop missed the chance to talk to McGoohan in a dream last night because she was too scared. If you can do better in your dreams, please tell him I say hi and thank him for not screaming at me in my dreams, LOL.

[girltomboy]

Lately

My best friend presented her BA thesis and she now has a full, complete, official Bachelor's degree! I'm so proud of her and so relieved for her as well, it must feel incredible to have one less stress weighing you down. I mean I was there too but she also had a job at the same time and lived in a completely different city... on the other hand, I'm a bit anxious that she won't have any reason to visit this city now that she's done with university, because her last visits here have been uni-related. :( And she also mentioned something about moving to Germany with her boyfriend... I've been a little wistful lately since she left, because we didn't even get to spend at least an hour alone together, without her boyfriend there. And it's not like I dislike him, or like I don't cherish every moment I spend with her, but I really long for our friendship when it's just the two of us, and the people we become around just each other. When we went to the beach as a group a few years ago she told me she wished my boyfriend and all our other friends would disappear so it could be just the two of us there. And I understood her and tried to spend as much time as possible with her, I went to the beach with her, got a room together, went on walks. But now it's impossible to catch a few moments with her alone, and I don't really know how to even bring it up... because it's not like her boyfriend has anywhere else to go. I mean, this city is totally unfamiliar to him. It just feels like she doesn't feel the same way anymore. Like she doesn't value our alone time as much, and it does hurt, but I don't know what any of us can do about it. Anyway... I don't mean to sound ungrateful or negative. We spent some beautiful moments together, didn't really get to do much except walk around, get snacks, and smoke at their AirBnB lol. But it was a fun week and I started feeling empty as soon as she left. Luckily I met up with my work bestie last weekend and we got so drunk I actually blacked out and don't remember like the last quarter of the time we spent together 💀 I kinda hate how we get so drunk together but at least it was fun, we played a lot of music videos and talked for hourssss. I also turned 27 this week and my birthday was pretty uneventful as it was a work day, but it was still nice to have a few hours off, a short nap, and a long walk. My friends & coworkers were very very sweet to me, my grandma called and even my dad texted me. I really felt like this the whole day:

Today I did some cleaning in my apartment, paid my rent (need 2 make a separate post about the absolutely BIZARRE experience I had abt this...), picked up an online order (wireless mouse, wireless speaker, phone charger adapter), made dinner. I still have some errands to run, like paying my water bill, and scheduling a follow-up appointment with my gyno, AND resuming my workout routine!! But that's all for tomorrow & next week. I also need to buy a baseball cap and color film for my camera. STILL. But I'm excited about going on vacation with my bf. 🕯🏖

[filmmakingwithgg]

Documentary DOP Role

25/10:

I had my first meeting with Ivan and Jess about their documentary project and how I could help make their vision into a reality. Ivan showed me an outline of their idea and it revolved around the comparison between younger and older people and their ability to communicate using the Gaelic language.

As someone who isn't from Scotland, the topic initially scared me a bit, since I didn't know much about it, however I quickly realized I could use this as a way to better understand the culture of where I was living, so my fear turned to excitement rather quickly.

Their project started off being a lot about young people and they planned to go up to Aberdeenshire to Ivan's grandparents' farm to talk to his grandma and to the young people along Aberdeenshire about their experiences with the language. As someone who was hearing the project for the first time, it seemed like it was very ambitious for what was going to be such a quick minute and a half teaser. Therefore, me and Jess both suggested focusing the idea a bit more on Ivan's relationship with his grandmother and their shared longing for identity in Scotland.

Next I asked about the visual approach. Both Ivan and Jess were producing the film and Ivan was acting as the director, so I wanted to see what they were envisioning the documentary to look like. They confessed to me that neither of them had given much thought to the visual aspect of the film and they had been actually struggling to come up with the best way to do it. Upon hearing this, I gave them a few suggestions, using the indescribable scenery of the farm he had spoken about to help illustrate their stories through the a visual medium. I gave them a couple of examples such as the film Ratatouille as I thought we could use sceneries and actions to describe the words his grandma would speak in Gaelic, getting a feel for the language rather than an 100% accurate depiction. I compared these to the tasting scenes in Ratatouille. They seemed to enjoy this idea and we agreed to speak more in our next meeting.

2/11:

We met up again, this time online to discuss more details about the project. Over the weekend I had given them a short list of equipment I would like to bring up to the farm to use, however the camera I wanted to use was already booked out, so they told me we were going to have to use a Sony FS7. I was a bit concerned since I had never used this camera by myself before, but I decided I just needed extra preparation to be okay.

One of the struggles of the project was that there wouldn't be able to be a lot of equipment being carried by us, since we were going to go just the three of us on a four hour bus ride up the country. So after including just the bare necessities in my equipment list, with some Rotolights to be able to control the lighting during the night, I felt okay about the shoot.

We decided that we would shoot Ivan talking to his grandma while she's making us dinner (very lovely of her by the way) that way the conversation would feel a lot more casual and relaxed. I wanted to include a lot of camera movement as I was following them around the kitchen to make the audience feel like a member of their family, intrigued by what grandma would be cooking now.

With the second day we would then go for a hike to be able to capture all the beauty of the countryside.

11/10-12/10:

The day of the filming I felt a lot more confident based on my preparation. I had gone to a tutorial with Andrew to ask about the settings on the FS7 to make sure that I don't run into problems when setting it up. I also planned on playing with the settings to find the best ones, whilst in the bus ride, but I had to wait until we met up with Ivan's grandfather and we were in the car to be able to set up the camera. Nevertheless, I managed to set it up before we got there.

We met Ivan's grandparents, they were super lovely and we then started setting up for the day. We only had two days to shoot, so we had to be efficient with our time. We started filming Ivan's grandma talking to him while making a puzzle, before moving on to the dinner scene, however because the light was going down as time went in, I decided to set up the rotolights along the living room to attempt to create a warm atmosphere. We even used the fire flickering settings on one of them to replicate the warm fire that could've been coming out of their fireplace.

After getting the first interview footage, we moved on to getting some shots of their conversation as they're moving around, so we advised them to start cooking dinner. I was trying to look out for important things to capture in their relationship as they were cooking together while also listening to their conversation at the same time, which I would need to use to help me capture the footage the following day, so that was the most challenging part of the project for me. However, I think I managed to capture their relationship nicely and we then included a bit more footage on a tripod of both of Ivan's grandparents talking to him more about identity. After that we spent the rest of the night talking to Ivan's family and it was a great time.

The following day I woke up early as we wanted to capture some of the early morning scenery. After waiting for everyone to be ready we left and I started trying to keep in mind what the conversation between Ivan and his grandma had left in me. I wanted to be able to capture the interest they both shared to finding themselves, so when looking at the beautiful scenery I looked to capture Ivan in beautiful and distant frames to illustrate this. I also wanted to capture some of what made the north of Scotland so iconic, so I captured some animals like the Highland Cows as well.

After all of this, it was an amazing experience being part of this project and having the opportunity to explore a part of Scotland I had never seen before.

[abovethesmokestacks]

Kiss Me

Title: Kiss Me

Pairing: Captain Syverson x reader

Rating: T

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Very intense kissing? Some grinding?

I am back on my Henry bullshit, this time with the lovely Captain Syverson. As with my last Henry fic, this came about from a discussion with Brooke, which led to a personalized fic, and she graciously okayed me posting it as a reader insert for the rest of you to enjoy. Partly inspired by the video of strangers kissing for the first time. And if this guy were the one I’d get to kiss? Hold on while I go full koala on him.

The early afternoon sun had seemed blistering when she left her apartment, and the sundress had been the obvious option; light, breezy material, a pretty pattern that combined comfort and style. The sun had nothing on the man sitting down opposite her now, radiating a kind of warmth and confidence that had heat creeping up her chest and neck, her fingers fiddling in her lap.

It had been a spur of the moment decision, an audition call shared by a recent acquaintance on Instagram. Film majors at the nearby college needed volunteers for a course project, weekend appointments, no experience needed, come as you are. Sounded fun, her weekends were mostly open anyway. What could possibly go wrong. She had messaged the contact person, gotten an address and a time to show up.

The first shock, admittedly, had come as she was signed in, given a form to fill out, detailing the project. She. Was going to kiss. A stranger. In front of cameras. For a film project. 

“Miss? Are you alright?” The bubbly brunette who had signed her in, Abigail, according to the name tag tacked to her t-shirt, had looked at her, and she realized she must have made a sound.

“No! No, I'm fine, I- I just didn’t realize I’d- That this was-”

“Oh! Oh, you’ll be fine, there will be people in the room, you'll be safe as houses, darling, we won't say your names, that'll be up to you to share if you want.” The twang of her accent had was oddly comforting, but her heart was still racing, and suddenly, the handful of people lined up sitting in the corridor seemed all the more dangerous. She was going to kiss one of them. Fuck. Hastily, she'd filled out the rest of the form, handing it back and taking the number given, finding the nearest chair and trying to rifle through her purse as discreetly as she could for a chewing gum or a breath mint. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She had nearly launched out of her seat when her number was called, probably doing a credible impression of a deer caught in headlights. Abigail had smiled at her, motioning for her to follow.

“I promise, you will be fine. Our project manager wanted to explore the intimacy of the first kiss, what happens in those seconds before.”

“Why strangers?”

“It’s more… honest,” Abigail had said. “Couples know each other, know what to expect. They are comfortable. And it’s beautiful, don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing sweeter. I still remember my grandpa kissing my grandma goodnight when my brother and I would stay over when we were kids, the absolute comfort and love between them. But strangers, they don’t know what to expect. There’s a level of trust between them, courage to take the leap.”

That’s… She couldn’t decide if that eased her mind or set it racing even more. She’d simply nodded, letting Abigail lead her to a door a little way ahead, unlocking it for her.

“You can leave your purse on the table on the right when you enter. Then go sit in one of the chairs. I’ll bring the guy in shortly. The camera will start rolling as soon as he sits down, you can introduce yourself if you want, just your name, doesn't even have to be your real one if you don't want to, and you can share whatever else you feel comfortable sharing and then…”

“Then we kiss.”

It had seemed so simple, so straightforward in all its terrifying simplicity.

At first, there is only the outline of him, stark against the light outside the room and showing a muscular frame with tensed shoulders and a wary gait. Folding her hands in her lap, she picks at the fabric of her dress, folding the skirt into tight pleats between her fingers, following the man as he inches closer. Dark jeans that reveal long legs and thick thighs, a worn t-shirt tucked into them that stretches over a chest that is… impressive. His face, though… His face is what sets her heart fluttering all anew. A strong jaw, hidden under a neatly trimmed beard, a slightly pouty lower lip and a perfect cupid’s bow. His nose looks like it may have been broken once, but it’s been set pretty well, lends character to his face, enhanced by the clear blue of his eyes that focus in on her. His hair is short, curling a little at the ends, but kept as neat as his beard, almost like a military man, but she can spot no chain around his neck that would hold his dog tags.

And then, he’d walked in. 

She barely hears the murmur to her left when the cameras start rolling.

He doesn’t speak until he’s sitting down, gaze on her, softening a little as he holds out a hand.

“Ca- Shit, sorry. No names, right?” He looks at her, almost a little scared that he’s messed up, and it is far too endearing for such a rugged man.

Without hesitation, she gives her first name, her real first name, a little surprised at herself for offering it along with her hand. His hand is calloused, warm and big, her own palm almost drowning in his clasp when he takes it. “Nice to meet you.”

The man laughs, releasing her hand and relaxing in his seat. “Sy. Nice to meet you, too. Pardon me if I'm being rude, but you don't sound like you're from around here.”

“Here for work for the next couple of months. Gotta say, you've got a pretty good ear.”

His eyes sparkle, a smile tugging at his lips, and god, the heat rises in her again, different from the apprehension that had her worked up just moments ago. He is the kind of man that draws you in, that can make you melt with a look, and she is fading fast. She is going to kiss him. He is going to kiss her.

“I won't hold it against you," Sy quips, hands resting on his thighs, and god, she wants to feel them on her.

"Me not being from around here? Or are we talking about something else?"

"Well, I was thinking the first..."

His words trail off, the suggestion hanging heavy in the silence. It feels like it stretches an eternity between them, but it's probably no more than five seconds. She's about to ask if they should start, if she should move, but Sy is looking at her, gaze wandering, assessing. The way he takes her in,i's not objectifying or greedy, not judgmental. It's… curiosity. Assessing her, planning his move, appreciating her, and she can feel it, feel his gaze move up and down her face, when it dips down for a fraction to her chest.

Everything fades with his first move. There are no cameras, no people, no one but them. Sy moves slowly, deliberately, scooting to sit on the edge of the chair, knee knocking against hers. It's electric, making her flinch and gasp, and that seems to please him. His hand comes up to rest on her knee, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb, locking eyes with her, willing her to relax.

"There we go…" Sy croons when she lets out a small sigh, his voice low and velvety. "Just relax. 'S just you an' me here. Don’t need to think about the rest of ‘em.. I'll be good, darlin', you can trust me. Isn't that right?"

She can only nod, inching towards the edge of her own chair, drawn into his warmth, the gentle timbre of his voice, the smolder behind the blue of his eyes.

"Yeah, that’s right, sugar. C’mon, come closer.”

His voice is hypnotic, not quite a purr, not quite a rumble, but it begs to be obeyed. She leans in closer, the two of them mirroring each other, and the tension is no longer in his shoulder, but sparking between them. His measured breaths fan lightly against her skin, and though everything in her should, by all logic, tell her to run, she finds herself relaxing. Sy’s thumb keeps working tight little circles, and he moves slowly, giving her plenty of time to see his intentions, and God, she welcomes it, tilts her head to welcome him.

It’s no explosion of stars or fireworks. His lips are a little chapped, but he knows how to kiss, working against her in soft pressure and the tease of his tongue along the seam of her lips. It’s not forcing the kiss, just giving her the option, showing that he is offering. When his other hand comes up to cup her cheek, she can’t help the needy whine that escapes her, and Sy smiles into the kiss, deepens it a little, swipes his tongue along her lips again.

She opens, happily surrendering, feeling him push back, soothing his thumb along her cheekbone. He kisses like she is the one thing he has been longing for, his happily ever after at the end of a long adventure. She kisses like he is the single point of stability in a storm, the one safe harbour in the entire world. Their spaces intertwine, slowly phasing and his one hand on her cheek is nowhere near enough. She pushes, Sy gives, and in one fluid moment and a happy sigh, she has straddled his lap, slinging her arms around his neck. She’s not letting go, not leaving this moment, and it’s almost like triumph when he embraces her, palms splaying on her back and she can feel the warmth through the thin material of her dress.

It’s a kiss for the ages, and they’re both hungry, both taking what the other gives freely. Sy’s hands wander, his fingertips teasing at the neckline to brush against heated skin, and she digs short, manicured nails into the skin of his neck, revelling in the groan he lets out. He pulls her closer, and oh. Her stomach does a somersault, a surprised giggle punctuating their kiss. Under her, Sy is hard, and the brief contact makes her all too aware of just how damp her panties have gotten.

There’s a less than discreet cough, and it pops their bubble, their gazes both snapping to the sound. 

Right.

The film crew are standing behind their gear, some squirming, clearly a little uncomfortable. Sy gives a laugh, and it’s hard not to follow. She still feels winded from the kiss, head swimming, and she touches her forehead to his, biting her lower lip.

“I think we… might have overdone it,” she whispers, lips brushing against his cheek.

“I’m inclined to agree,” Sy agrees, his shoulders shuddering with poorly disguised mirth. He looks up at the film crew, “So, are we good?”

“Yup, great! We’re really- we’re good, you guys can, uh… Yeah. Good. Thanks. Um. Yeah. Great.”

They both laugh again at the awkward crew member, and she slowly eases off Sy’s lap. It’s too much of a temptation not to glance down, to raise an eyebrow at the visible bulge pressing against his jeans. He gives her a mock-chiding look before getting up himself, taking care to not face the crew as he falls into step next to her.

“Look,” he says as soon as they are out of the building, wringing his hands as he walks, “I know we just met, and that… that back there was for a project. But, god, sugar, you got my head spinning all kinds of ways, and I… it would be rude to ask to continue right away where we left off, much as I… god, I would really, really like to kiss you again, and… other things… But maybe you would be okay with a date? Anywhere you want. You can get to know me better. I’ll answer any questions you have, I’ll bring character references, I’ll pay for dinner and dessert, whatever you want.”

Halting, she tilts her head and looks up at him. The steely look that had assessed her when he’d entered the room is gone, as is most of the smoldering passion when their kiss had broken. It still lingers in his eyes, simmering behind the hope that made them glitter.

“You’ll answer any question?” she asks, smiling at the way he eagerly nods. “Is your name really Sy?”

“Yes. Well, technically. Syverson’s my last name, so Sy’s just a nickname.”

“And your first name? You started saying something else when you came in.”

“No, that was… I was in the army for a couple of years,” he explained, pulling up one of the sleeves of his shirt to show an army insignia tattooed on his bulging bicep. She bites her tongue, wondering if he had any other tattoos on his body, almost missing when Sy continues speaking, “-made it to captain before I got my honourable discharge. Just became a force of habit to introduce myself as Captain Syverson.”

“So, you’d bring one of your army buddies as your character reference?” She slows down to a stop, clasping her hands in front of herself. “I suppose now that you’re out of the army they wouldn’t feel as compelled to make you look good.”

Sy mirrors her, feet shoulder-width apart and hands clasped in front of him, and yeah, now she can see it, the posture. Definitely army guy. “No, no, god no! The guys in my unit would sooner throw me under the bus if I asked them to vouch for me in front of a pretty lady.”

“Oh, then who’d get the honour?” she asks, blushing at his compliment.

“When you signed in, there was a girl, right? Brown hair?”

“Abigail.”

“Abby,” Sy says, glancing back towards the building. “She’s my sister. Talked me into coming today, said they needed more people.”

“She must have something major hanging over you if she got you to agree to this.” Her voice is light, joking a she inches closer to him.

“Well…” Sy drawls, taking a step forward and gently grasping her hand, “I was promised a really good kiss.”

“A really good kiss, huh?”

Just like before, he makes the first move, hooking his finger under her chin and holding her still while he closes the space, capturing her lips in another kiss. It’s searing, slowly setting her afire, and she wants it, wants him, wants everything he’s giving and everything he’s offering. He keeps it short, and she can feel herself get up on her tippy toes to get more, and damn him. Damn him, damn him, damn him. She bites her lower lip.

“So how about that date, huh, darlin’?” Sy husks out, and fuck, she can hear the smile in his voice.

“I can pick the place?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“And I can pick the time?”

“Any time you want.”

She reaches out, puts a hand on his neck, drags her fingers along warm skin and pulls him down to whisper in his ear.

“Your place. Right now. And dinner… is on me.”

[lucystark12]

yes ofc i was hoping you would ask

- fourthofjulygate, the most iconic is when my dad cheated on my mom with my best friend’s mom and we found out the night before fourth of july when both of our families were on vacation together. i haven’t seen my best friend since and this was almost two years ago 😝

-pinterestgate is when i found out that one of my best friends made up a fake boyfriend using pinterest photos. i found this out backtracking the pictures

-marblegate and urlgate are basically sisters because they both come from the time i accidentally narced my tumblr account to my friend because he saw lucystark12 in the url and then he threatened to leak my tumblr to everybody i knew if i didn’t give him a marble

-voterfraudgate: the same guy this morning accused my dad and i of voter fraud

-oscarwinningdirectorgate is when i sent my writing to an oscar winning director and he read it and liked it and now i might have an internship lined up with him on his next movie

-spaingate is when i studied abroad in spain for a month at the beginning of last summer and everybody there was from new york and treated me like i was a freak because i wasn’t, then i got food poisoning and was bedridden for days and when i recovered i was iced out by all of the new yorkers and had to spend the last five days of the trip alone

- broadwaygate is the time i met aaron tveit one night and then jeremy jordan the very next- i wasnt like stagedooring i just met them both in random places in new york city

- anneboleynsghostgate is when my dad and i were walking around the tower of london and he made a joke about anne boleyn’s ghost possessing us and then his hat was blown off of his head fifty feet into the river by a huge gust of wind that only us felt, the stair i was standing on broke, and a bird pooped on my dad’s head. a few days later via ancestry test results we found out that we’re direct ancestors of henry viii and a mistress he had that he was suspected to be in an affair with while married to anne boleyn

- alarmgate was when i was the only family member who wasn’t being visited by the ghosts of our dead grandparents and i was pissed about it so i thought “grandma if you’re there send me a sign” and then the house alarm went off without anybody touching anything

-lunaticgate is a really really weird peter parker x reader fic i read as a joke when i had covid a year ago and was literally delirious. nothing crazy happened it was just a really really weird fic

- youareinlovegate is when i went to the eras tour which oddly enough was on my birthday in the city closest to mine with a football stadium and i prayed and begged for her to play you are in love as a surprise song because i had dubbed it a sign if she played it that a guy liked me back and then not only did she play you are in love but she played our song

- yalegate is when my mom knocked on a secret society’s door when we visited the yale campus even though youre strictly not supposed to do that and then we were followed by a guy who was filming us for like two hours and we got home to all of our security cameras smashed

- cremationgate is when we were spreading my grandma’s ashes off the side of a boat and the ashes flew back in my mom, my cousin, and my face

- babymonitorgate is my family’s first brush with the paranormal when my aunt went to a psychic and she told her to look in the baby monitor at 10:32 that night and at 10:32 that night there was like a weird flash thingy (no idea how to explain it you’d just have to see it) across the screen of the monitor

- reneerappgate is when my best friend and i did a theatre camp with her before she was famous (a weird fun fact not so much a gate)

-spidermangate’s lore is so ridiculously deep i genuinely don’t think i can explain it on here but it’s the weirdest string of coincidences of all time that spans like three years

official list of lucy gates because it’s gotten to be too much

- fourthofjulygate

- pinterestgate

- marblegate

- voterfraudgate

- oscarwinningdirectorgate

- spaingate

- broadwaygate

- anneboleynsghostgate

- alarmgate

- urlgate

- lunaticgate

- youareinlovegate

- yalegate

- cremationgate

- babymonitorgate

- reneerappgate

- spidermangate

[smokinholsters]

The Lucky Horseshoes - A Heartland Season 16 AU - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

They started up the loft stairs and Amy called out “coming up !!”

Finn took a deep breath and reached for Amy’s hand when he got to the landing and stood beside her. She stopped and looked at him for a second and then deciding to take it she smiled as their hands joined.

“Come on in, Tim’s washing up and changing for dinner.” Jessica said waving them in “sit, sit, can I get you anything ? Water, juice ? Tea, hot iced? Coffee ? Beer Finn ?”

“Iced tea would be great Jess.” Amy said siting across from Lyndy at the small table.

“That would be fine Jessica, thank you.” Finn agreed.

Jessica turned and grabbed a pitcher from the fridge and brought it to the table. She smiled and grabbed two glasses off a shelf and her mug of coffee and joined them.

“Lyndy told me you three had an excellent day. You chose a really nice one weather wise, that’s for sure.”

“I’ve always loved that we touch provincial land and can just ride through, it makes for a really nice ride.” Amy said pouring for Finn and then herself.

“We saw a caribou far away and Finn had binoculars !!” Lyndy called out from the couch where she had moved.

“I’ve fallen in love with the wildlife around here.” Jess said “It’s all just there, coming from the city it’s overwhelming.”

“We’re definitely fortunate.” Finn agreed. “I should really dig out my camera stuff because the phones just don’t do it justice.”

“I can help with that.” Jess said “I shoot film.”

“I really haven’t done it since high school and college, life took over and the smart phones.”

“Anytime you want to ride out Finn, just let me know.”

“Thanks Jessica.”

Tim came out of the bathroom buttoning his shirt just then “ride out for what ?”

Amy looked up “Oh, Jess offered to help Finn get back into using a camera.”

“Well she’d be perfect for it, are you staying permanently Finn ?”

“I may have to go back a couple times, I’ve still got stuff in Saskatchewan and my folks but Grandpa’s pretty happy having me around and business seems to be picking up.”

“And ?”

“And your daughter Tim.”

Amy smiled “good answer.”

“It’s Lisa.” Jessica said answering her phone.

“Tim just got done and the kids are having some drinks, how’s 15 minutes ?”

She listened for a second and then nodded, “see ya then Lis.”

Finn smiled and finished his tea as did Amy who looked over at Lyndy who was looking through one of Jessica’s photo albums. “Lyndy, are you ready ?”

She nodded and Tim stepped over to help her with the heavy book. “Thank you Grandpa.”

“You’re very welcome sweetheart, done with your juice ?”

She nodded again and handed him her cup.

Amy stood and stretched and Finn stood a moment later. Lyndy got up and walked over to him then and put up her hand. He smiled down and put his out for her to take. “Your hand is hard.”

“Those are called callouses Lyndy, they’re from my work.”

“From the big hammer ?”

Finn nodded “from the big hammer.”

“Let’s go down.”

He smiled again and glanced at Amy who nodded to go ahead and watched as Finn took a step down and Lyndy jumping down the step he was on. Amy followed behind watching and smiling the whole way down.

Once on the barn floor they waited for Tim and Jessica before heading out with Lyndy reaching her free hand over to Amy so she would walk between them. When they were spotted from the porch where Lisa and Jack were sharing a bottle of wine Lisa got up and walked over to the top of the stairs with a big smile on her face.

“We’re back Grandma !!” Lyndy called out and broke away to run up to the steps and into Lisa’s arms for a hug.

“I see, did you have a fun day ?”

“We did, we rode and saw a caribou and had a picnic and I picked flowers.”

“You did ?”

“Yup, Hi GG !!” She called out when she saw him and then ran over to get lifted onto Jack’s lap.

Lisa waited and hugged Amy and then surprisingly Finn. “Welcome to our home Finn.”

“Thank you Lisa, I’m sorry I don’t have anything to offer.”

“Considering you’ve been riding all day it’s quite understandable Finn.”

Jack gently put Lyndy down and stood with an outstretched hand “Welcome Finn.”

“Thank you Jack, doing Ok ?”

Jack smiled “still getting up every morning. Can we get you something ?”

Finn smiled “Thanks, I’m fine, really.”

“Come sit then, unless you’re all starved Lou and Peter ran into town, they’ll be back soon.”

“Thank you Grandpa.” Amy said and led Finn over to the small bench. Tim and Jessica sat on the other side of Jack and Lisa and Jessica thankfully accepted a glass of wine from Lisa once they sat.

“So as I recall your dad ran a lumber operation, how did you choose farrier ?”

“I don’t know Jack, I’ve always loved working with horses and I really didn’t want to spend a few more years in school after college and my dad had a friend who was retiring from being a farrier. One day Jim, Jim McKay was his name mentioned that he would love a young man to take over his business so I started working for him part-time and I loved it, nice folks, great patients, going from farm to farm and then decided that farrier school might be the way to go so between that and working part-time during and after college it just happened.”

“You finished college ?”

“I did Tim, BS from the University of Saskatchewan. I majored in Animal Sciences thinking that veterinarian might be in my future but life took me this way, I love it.”

“And this Jim ?”

“After farrier school we partnered up officially and on his 65 birthday he took me aside and said it was mine so I took it over. Funny thing is his grandson finished high school about then and I took him on as an apprentice, after time he did his stint at farrier school while working with me and now I’m thinking it’s time to pass the business on to him. He’s a good kid with a nice ranch girl and he’s thinking of getting engaged, really the perfect time for it.”

“Passed on from generation to generation, that’s nice.” Jack said.

“So that’s it ? Just hand him the keys.”

“Well no Tim, not really, I paid Jim his fair share for the business over time when I took over and James which he prefers over Jim, his namesake, has agreed in word for now to do the same for me. One of the reasons to go back is to make that official with the lawyers, accountants and clients. He’s good at what he does, hard working and one of those guys everyone likes so I’m not seeing an issue with it.”

Katie popped out with the message that her folks were delayed a little but were on their way back and seeing Finn and Amy sitting there came over to welcome them home. Lyndy had climbed up on Finn’s lap as natural as could be during the conversation and she started with her.

“Hey Lyndy bug, have fun on your ride ?” She said leaning over to kiss her forehead.

“Yup.”

Then surprisingly she leaned over and kissed Finn’s cheek “Welcome Finn, it’s good to have you here officially.”

“Have I been unofficial Katie ?”

“Not to me.” She said with a bright smile before leaning against the porch rail and then lifting herself to sit and balance.

“Well, with Lou and Peter on her way back I should get that grill going.” Jack said standing.

“Can I help Jack ?” Finn said starting to stand.

“No, sit Finn but thanks, it just needs a light and some tending to burn the wood down, I set it up before.”

“Lyndy, come get washed up for dinner.” Amy said standing.

“I’ll come too.” Finn said standing along with Lyndy in his arms “Walk or carry Lyndy ?”

“Walk please.” She answered and he leaned over to let her down.

Finn stepped back and let Lyndy and Amy lead the way. He glanced around as they walked through the house and noted that it was very much like his grandfather’s with some exceptions, one of which his grandfather’s had an air cooler which took care of any latent humidity. He stood outside the open door of the bathroom as Amy stepped in with Lyndy to make sure she washed properly and then washed herself leaving it free for Finn as she walked past him into the hallway.

“Let’s brush out your hair while Finn uses the bathroom sweetheart.”

“Ok Momma.” Lyndy said walking into her room.

When he was done Finn waited and watched while Amy worked on Lyndy’s hair, gently undoing her pigtails and working through whatever knots there were.

“Would you mind taking her back while I change my blouse and brush out ?”

“Not at all. Come on Lyndy.” He said putting out his hand for her to take which she did with a smile.

“Hey.” Amy said making him turn for a second and smile as she leaned up to kiss him lightly. He turned and she watched him walk away holding Lyndy’s hand before going into her room.

“Hi Aunt Lou, Uncle Peter, you weren’t here before.” She said getting caught by Lisa and pulled into her lap giggling.

“Lou, Peter.” Finn said with a smile. 

“Where’d we lose my sister ?”

“Amy’s brushing out her hair.”

“So where did you end up today Finn ?”

“Well Jack, I guess it’s part of the provincial lands, river side and posting rings driven in to the ground, nice trail along the water. I could maybe find my way back. Nice spot.”

“I know the exact spot and I drove those posting rings in, it is a nice place for a picnic.”

Finn smiled “Amy mentioned those rings were your doing, I wasn’t sure if it was a family secret.”

Jack laughed “It was a long time ago, Marion, my daughter, was just out of being a toddler, her first horse and my wife Lyndy wanted her to be able to take Marion there and feel good about the horses so I drove those circle posts in one weekend. Later on Marion would bring her friends down there for the day when they were teenagers and then Amy’s crew, lot of horses have been tied to those posts.”

“Sounds nice, where is this spot ?”

“I’ll take you down one day Katie.” Amy said coming though the screen door. Her hair was down and she was wearing a nice solid plum colored satin blouse and had changed from her boots to moccasins.

She leaned against the rail next to where Finn was standing and was mildly surprised when his arm reached around her waist. She instinctively moved a bit towards him which did not go unnoticed by the family.

“I guess that fire’s down to a hot bed, Peter can I ask you to grab that tray of steaks on the counter ?” Jack called out fro just off the porch.

“No problem Jack.” Peter said starting to stand.

Finn was too fast though “Stay Peter, I’m already up, I’ll grab them Jack.” He called back.

There are two way of doing this, you lift your hand off your partners waist or you run your palm across your partners back making contact the whole time which is what Finn did and what Amy was sure Lou noticed. For the record it once again sent shivers up Amy’s spine.

“How’s it going ?”

“It’s going fine Lou, you two ?” Amy answered nodding at the two of them on the bench she and Finn were on earlier.

“We’re good” Lou said nodding with Peter nodding along. “I never imagined the two of us dating again, weird huh ?”

“Are you dating Lou ?”

“Well, I guess Peter and I are a little different.”

“Your 13 year old daughter by the man you’re dating, who’s your former husband is sitting next to you. I’m pretty sure you don’t get to call that dating.”

“I think she’s got you there mom.”

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s still just as weird but …..”

“I get it Amy.” Lou told her. “We’re working thing out, it’s going well.”

Jack used a poker to move around the coals and get the last chucks of wood nice and caught before dropping the grill a notch to heat up enough to sear the steaks.

Finn was there a few minutes later “Is it easier for me to hold the platter Jack ?”

“Can you handle it for a couple minutes ?”

Finn laughed, “I’m a farrier Jack, I look like Popeye without a shirt on.”

Jack nodded “we usually go for medium rare, is that Ok with you ?”

“Perfect, I’m not fussy either way.”

“You know Finn, I don’t know if Amy told you about the whole business with your grandfather and me but…..”

Finn smiled as Jack started forking steaks onto the grill “Jack, I really like Amy and Lyndy if the truth be told and Grandpa did mention he worked here back when and that you were circuit friends and Amy told me the rest. Do we have to talk about this ? Seriously two stubborn cantankerous old men holding a grudge for 70 years, it’s ridiculous.”

“Well, Amy already read me the riot act on that, I just wanted to let you know that I’m Ok with you two seeing each other.”

“You know, this might be the wrong thing to say but it’s not up to you or Tim or Lou or anyone but Amy who she sees. I have no evil ulterior motives in all of this and I’m not about to start defending myself and earning some sort of trust. She’s not a child Jack and more to the point she’s not your child.”

“This looks serious.” Amy said walking over and behind Jack to hug him. “Grandpa ?”

“It’s nothing Amy.”

“Finn ?”

“Forget it Amy.”

“Forget what ?”

Jack pulled away slightly to check the meat “Finn was informing me that no one has a right to an opinion as to who you see romantically but you.”

“Just out the blue ?”

“Not out of the blue, I told him that as far as I’m concerned I was Ok with you two seeing each other.”

“Well, he’s right there.”

Finn looked down at the platter he had laid aside and the pooled blood the steaks had left “I guess this should either be washed and reused or there’s a different serving platter.”

“Come on, there’s a serving platter and this needs to be washed.”

Amy followed Finn into the kitchen and over to the sink where he took the platter and poured the blood under running water and reached for a sponge.

“I’ll do that Finn.”

“That blouse is way too pretty for dishes Amy, I’ll be fine.”

“Thanks, I’m glad you like it.”

“I’m sorry Amy, maybe I shouldn’t have gone there with Jack.”

“It’s fine, why did you though ?”

“Because this whole business just seems weird to me and I’m not that guy. I get meeting the family is important and shows intent and what’s expected and Grandpa says now I have to invite you and Lyndy over and I get that but say my folks live in Saskatchewan and the truth is I’d love for them to meet you and Lyndy over time but their opinion won’t change mine.”

“What have you told them about us ?”

“I talk to them every few days actually, we’re close and this last time telling them about today was a different conversation.”

“How so ?”

“This conversation had feelings attached to it.”

He said it wiping his hands with her pulling a platter out of the cabinet. She turned and looked at him for a second. ‘What kind of feelings ?”

“The feelings that this was important, today, all of it, you, Lyndy and this dinner. About how I’m starting to feel about you.”

She lay the plate on the kitchen table and was facing him at this point.

“And how are you starting to feel about me Finn Cotter ?”

Finn smiled and took a step, closing the space between them and laying his hands on her waist before he leaned down and kissed her, pulling her closer and into his embrace.

[readyplayerhobi]

Flower | 32

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff

; Word Count: 4k

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

; A/N: A light chapter that I hope you’ll all enjoy! It’s fluffy and fun...but there’s also something significant that happens in it. So PLEASE let me know your thoughts and what you liked about it! The feedback has been decreasing as we’re getting to the end, which is a little disheartening :)

; Flower Masterpost

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“Hobi! Oh my god, try this. It’s so delicious.” You practically moaned out, almost wiggling with delight on the aluminium seat. It wasn’t too hot thankfully, the clouds a little overcast but the hoodie you wore combat any chill. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Because you were on vacation. And not the kind of vacations you were used to, which were usually a little weekend break here and there at the closest beach or some nature park. You didn’t have any kind of issue with those places of course but you’d always yearned to be able to travel even further. Explore other countries.

Which is what you were doing right now. 

For your second anniversary, Hoseok had surprised you with two weeks in Italy. Two things about that had shocked you. Firstly, the very fact that you’d now been with Hoseok for two years. Secondly, that he’d saved up some of his much higher salary and chosen to take you to one of the countries you’d always wanted to visit.

You hadn’t even known that he’d managed to subtly arrange it with your manager, a woman that you liked and enjoyed working for now. Two weeks of vacation time had been booked for you quietly and he’d organised the hotel, flights and even buying new suitcases. Stuff like this only happened in fiction, or so you’d thought.

But here you were, in the heart of Rome. It had already been a week and you’d eagerly taken in the magnificent sites of the Colosseum, the imposing Pantheon and the ancient Forum. As a lover of history, every part of it had excited you and you’d happily dragged Hoseok around to read every single information stand available while begging him to agree to go inside them all.

Not that he’d taken much begging really, he was just as eager to see things as you were. The only difference was that he was excited because of all the fantastic photo opportunities he was discovering. He’d brought his top of the line camera with him and was going wild with it, finding all the best angles and lighting to bring Rome’s important buildings to life.

For once, you’d been more than happy to pose for his photos. Each picture had you smiling so brightly, happiness evident in every part of you as you just relaxed and enjoyed yourself.

Hoseok leans forward, mouth open and waiting as you scoop up a good amount of pasta onto your fork. Carefully, a hand underneath to avoid any fallout, you fed it to him and watched his reaction eagerly. He chewed for a moment, expression thoughtful before letting out a quiet hum of appreciation.

While Hoseok had opted to go for a pizza bianca, you’d instead chosen the intriguing-sounding pasta alla gricia. It was better than you’d thought it would be, given you’d been a little unsure over the ingredients at first and your boyfriend agreed with your thought process as he nodded with a smile.

“It is good. Do you want a slice of this? It’s also better than it looks. Never considered having a pizza without tomato sauce anymore but...when in Rome, right?” Rolling your eyes at him, you sighed playfully. That was his favourite line to say at the moment, he seemed to take great pleasure out of it.

Instead of responding, you just opened your mouth up as well and let him feed you a piece of the pizza. For a moment, you let the flavours simply roll over your tongue as you chew. It was slightly salty, with hints of the olive oil it was cooked with and layered with delicious parmesan that gave it a lovely cheesy kick.

“Urgh, why doesn’t Italian food taste like this at home?” You moan softly, wiping at your mouth with the napkin before taking a sip of water. Laughing softly, Hoseok continues to eat as he shrugs and you marvel at how easily he travels.

Even though he quite clearly doesn’t fit into the little family-run restaurant you’d both stopped at, he seemed to feel at ease no matter where he was. While you understand feeling at ease with him at home, it was strange to see that he was just as comfortable no matter where he was.

“Probably because the food at home has been filtered through like...a million non-Italian mouths or something. The same way Indian food is nothing like what it is actually in India, you know? This is...this is the real shit.” Pointing towards his plate, he grins and you sigh affectionately before reaching out and brushing away some crumbs from his mouth.

He was like a child sometimes when he ate. Constantly get it everywhere except his mouth it seems. It was cute.

“Do you think they’d give me the recipe if I asked? I’d love to try and make this at home. Authentically.” Murmuring to him, you glance over to the older lady who had come out of the kitchen. This seemed to be a truly family-run place in that she’d only gone in there to cook your food.

“Err, I don’t know. Do you speak Italian? Aren’t Italian grandma’s like...feisty or something?” 

“Now you’re stereotyping.” Pointing the fork at him, he just grins and shrugs with amusement. You don’t argue any further with him though, instead focusing on cleaning up your plate with enthusiastic gusto. The two of you were planning to head over to the Trevi Fountain and walk around for a little while, enjoy some gelato and what remains of whatever good weather there will be today.

You were going to throw a Euro into the fountain to guarantee that you’d come back one day before kissing Hoseok silly in some alcove. Enjoy a little of Rome at night before finally heading back to the hotel. Maybe even some more kissing, who knows? You liked it with him.

Once you’d both finished, you went and paid. Unfortunately, you became far too shy to ask about any recipes once there, so instead, you just complimented the old lady in your broken Italian before smiling brightly and leaving quickly. Hoseok’s laughter at your inability to ask caused you to gently poke his ribs until he was asking you to stop.

The walk to the Trevi Fountain was long, but you found that you enjoyed every moment of it. Even though you’d only been here a week, you had fallen truly in love with Rome. An ancient city that has captured your young heart with its delicious food, stunning architecture and rich culture.

Even just a stroll in the evening like now, you felt like you were in some kind of romance film. From the subtle, warm filter Rome seems to have to its colour scheme to the old building’s, the cobbled streets in some areas and the way ancient ruins seemed to pepper the city liberally. You loved every inch of it. Including the graffiti and the not-so-tourist friendly areas. It was proof to you that the city was lived in, and had been lived in continuously for over two millennia.

Surprisingly, you didn’t talk much on the way there. Instead, you were too busy just admiring everything and simply enjoying the moment. If you were this in love with Rome already then you had the itch to not only get to explore more of Italy but also explore the world. And you certainly couldn’t think of anyone better to do that with than the wonderful man by your side.

“Where do you wanna go on vacation next? What about...Greece? Or maybe Japan? New Zealand and Chile are definitely on my list but I’d also like to go to at least one country in each continent. What about you?” Peppering him with questions, Hoseok looks at you with wide eyes before laughing.

“Woman! We’re not even through two weeks in Italy! And you’re already planning our next trip?” Snorting, he rolls his eyes before kissing your temple with more affection than his pseudo-outraged words. “I don’t know, I’m pretty open to anywhere I think. Maybe India? Try that real food like we’ve talked about? Egypt? We could try and visit all the super ancient places. What’s that place with the big, building thing carved into a mountain or somet? It’s all orange?”

“Petra? That’s in Jordan. I want to go there too!” He just smiles at you, squeezing your hand before squinting at the signpost just ahead. You’re finally approaching your destination and you grin as the two of you move through some of the little alleys that make up Roman streets before finally coming upon the world-famous monument.

“Oooh, it’s pretty,” You whisper, simply staring at it with awe. “The water is so...blue. How do they do that?”

The soft click of Hoseok’s camera distracts you, causing you to look over to him before raising a brow. He just smiles and shrugs, looking down at his screen and you presume he’s just taken another photo of you seeing something for the first time. It would seem he’s gaining a collection of your reactions.

“I know something prettier,” Hoseok whispers into your ear. Almost immediately you cringe, pulling away from him to scowl while your lips pull away from your teeth almost automatically.

“Oh don’t. Don’t be that cheesy guy.” You whine, half-heartedly fighting as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer. He’s laughing though, so you know he’s not offended by what you’ve said. 

“I’ll tell your mom that you don’t think she’s prettier than the Trevi Fountain then. What kind of daught-oof.” Bending over slightly, he holds a hand to his stomach from where you’d elbowed him. It doesn’t stop him from laughing though and you find yourself following along despite how annoying he can be.

“Here.” Handing you a Euro coin, Hoseok takes a deep breath before letting it out slowly. Standing upright again, he gives you that brilliant and beautiful smile that you’ve come to love so dearly over the last two years.

“I read about this, you gotta stand with your back to it and throw it over your left shoulder with your right hand. That means we’ll come to Rome one day.” Giving him a satisfied look, you do as exactly as you told him to and throw the coin with gusto. He takes a moment to watch the coin fly through the air before doing the same with his own Euro, sealing the promise of a future trip.

“How many coins do you think are in here? There are hundreds.” Hoseok whispers, wrapping his arms around your waist and cuddling you closely from behind. The two of you stand there for a moment and watch as others crowd around the Fountain, some throwing coins of their own in while others simply take pictures.

There’s plenty of tourists here, but thankfully your anniversary isn’t near the true tourist season. So while there’s a lot, it’s manageable in your view. Still, you wouldn’t want to be the municipal workers cleaning up after all this.

“Come on, I want some gelato now.” Pulling out of his embrace, you head towards one of the side streets that lead away from the Fountain, positive that you’ll find a gelato shop hidden away this close to a tourist trap. It’s what you’d do if you wanted quick money.

It takes no time at all to find a nice looking shop and you soon have a cone in your hand with three large scoops of delicious looking gelato topping it. One is just plain vanilla, another is pineapple while the last is strawberry. Nothing too outrageous, but just a combination that makes your taste buds dance.

There’s not much in the way of public seating, unfortunately, so the two of you just sit down on the curbside of one of the streets. It’s pretty deserted with only the odd parked car every now and then. A few more mopeds are parked a little haphazardly but you’re not too worried about them really, they’re small enough that neither of you would be a nuisance if they wanted to get by.

“Mm, this is good.” Hoseok hums and you look over, catching him at the very moment that he licks at his mint chocolate flavoured gelato. It’s a pretty innocent movement, but the way his tongue curls into the soft, frozen cream reminds you of how he uses that tongue for something and you shiver softly. Thankfully, he doesn’t notice and you quickly glance away. It doesn’t help that you’re now considering how cold his tongue piercing might be from eating that.

Quietly, the two of you simply enjoy your cold treat while the gentle buzzing of the tourists only a few streets away filters through the alleyways. It’s getting close to sunrise and even though you wouldn’t say it was cold, the air certainly felt cool enough to warrant you cuddling a little closer into the warmth of your hoodie.

“So, now that we’re just chilling for a little bit. I have something important that I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.” Shifting slightly until he’s facing you more, you look up slowly to find him giving you a serious look. He’s got one of those ‘I’m about to ask you something life-changing’ looks. You’re not sure why you know that, but you can just tell instinctively.

“Are you about to ask me to marry you?” Blurting out the words, you slap your hand over your mouth as your eyes widen. Well, you certainly hoped he wasn’t now. If he was, you’d just ruined the whole moment.

Sure enough, Hoseok’s eyes widen at your words and he recoils a little, confusion mixed with shock painted onto his face.

“What? No! Why would you think that?” You’d laugh under any other circumstances if Hoseok had this kind of reaction to anything else. But he looks concerned as to why you thought he might be proposing, a hand resting on his chest almost like he’s trying to protect himself or something.

“Well...I don’t know! You whisk me away to Rome for a romantic holiday for our second anniversary? Then, after having a good time, you tell that you have something important to talk to me about and you look so serious! It was an educated guess!” Folding your arms over your chest, you hunch your shoulders over to make yourself a little smaller.

“I wasn’t going to propose. Did you want me to?” He sounds a little unsure then and you see the way his lips purse in thought like he’s wondering if maybe he should have been proposing or something. “And anyway, if I was going to propose then you’ve totally ruined the moment! It’s meant to be romantic and shit.”

Yeah, now he looks put out. His lower lip jutting out over how his non-proposal has been interrupted and you can’t help the laugh that leaves you at the sight. He’s too cute for his own good, honestly.

“I’m sorry. I’ll make sure to not interrupt any romantic moment in the future. I promise.” There’s only the tiniest hint of sarcasm in your voice as you tell him that. Just a teeny, tiny bit. It’s enough to make him give you a droll stare though, reaching out to gently poke at your cheek with his index finger.

Grabbing his hand, you smile at him innocently before pressing a kiss to the soft flesh of his palm. For a moment, he lets you before shifting until he’s holding your hand in his own. Tilting your head at him, you wonder what he had been about to tell you and he understands the silent question with a small smirk.

“So, anyway. As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted. Just before we flew out here, and I mean literally just before. Like...only two hours before we went to the airport, so don’t get too mad at me if you’re going to get mad. But that’s beside the point. Anyway, our landlady called me.” Hoseok pauses for a moment, letting you compute that information before carrying on.

Given he was far more comfortable talking on the phone, you’d elected to have him be the point of contact for anything related to the house. You figured he’d be able to sort out any of the non-important stuff by himself and anything important would be discussed by you both. Like right now.

“Oh...have we done something wrong? We signed the new lease properly and on time, right?” The two of you had signed a lease for another year just the other month. You liked the house and felt fully settled in it now, not wanting the hassle of having to move anywhere when you’d made it feel like a home. Thankfully, your landlady, Elsie, was lovely and had dealt with any issues quickly and efficiently.

“No, we’ve done nothing wrong. It’s just...she told that she’s going to sell the house. She’s moving across the country to be closer to her family as they’ve all moved away. So she’s selling up everything here to fund her move to a retirement home over there. We’ve got a few months until it’ll probably be sold and will need to move out.” He goes to carry on talking but you’re gripping his hand tightly, worry flickering to life inside you and anxiety following quickly after.

“What! She’s selling? But...but what about us? What do we do? Oh god, we need to find somewhere that’ll let us take Kasumi and-” You’re quieted by Hoseok’s finger on your lips, a gentle smile on his own that seems oddly calm for the bombshell he’s just dropped.

“If you’d let me finish...I thought you weren’t going to interrupt anymore?” Teasing you lightly, he taps your lips before sighing and shuffling on the hard curb. Looking in both directions, he takes the opportunity to stretch his legs out, the black Converse on his feet looking just as dirty as ever.

“What I was about to tell you, was that she told me that we’d been some of her best tenants even though we haven’t been there too long. Because she wants to sell quickly and get moving, she then asked if maybe we’d like to buy the house. First dibs on it. It’s going to go up for a reasonable price and I know we’ve both been putting money into our individual savings accounts for the last year. I mean, I can afford the deposit if necessary and I’m pretty sure we can get a nice mortgage.” Staring at him with wide eyes, you don’t quite realise that your jaw has dropped until he’s affectionately closing it with bemusement.

“Also, before you say anything. Let me just...say my piece here. It’s a good price and well, I’d like to do it. We’ve been together two years now, I love you and I can’t imagine my future without you. So...it’s not a marriage proposal but it is a ‘would you like to take a leap of faith and purchase a physical house with me that will require a mortgage for many years?’. As I said, I’ve got enough saved up to cover the deposit and...well...I know my parents will put money in. What should’ve been my sister’s college fund instead got turned into a ‘whenever you buy a house fund’, despite me telling them to donate it. So...we can get a small mortgage. Easily manageable.” There’s no need for you to ask if he’s thought about this because it’s incredibly obvious that he has. 

So instead, you simply watch him in stunned silence. He wanted to buy a house with you. The house you currently lived in, that had become your home for over a year. Not just your home, but the safest place you’ve ever felt outside of your parents home. And he wanted to make that permanent.

Or at least, as permanent as you can get it without having to pay out lots of legal bills to get it all sold. This was a big move. A huge step in your relationship. Hell, in your life. A house. Buying a house. And you weren’t even thirty yet!

“I have some saved up,” Whispering, you cast your eyes down to instead focus on his hand as you gently trail along the veins and tendons along the back. “Probably not as much as you but enough to help.”

“Okay...what if you keep that money. And if we buy it, then we can use that money to start doing some of those home improvements we’ve always wished we could do? Like a new fence.” Gasping softly, you’re suddenly taken away from the fact that you were being faced with a big decision because your excited mind started to run away with you. While you weren’t a big fan of change, you were surprisingly a huge fan of causing planned change.

Which meant you loved decorating or building things. Moving the furniture around in a room and decorating everything into something entirely new was so incredibly satisfying. Plus, Hoseok was right. You’d spent the last year fantasising to him about all the stuff you would improve or change in the house if you could.

Because that’s what adult life was about. Getting excited at the prospect of new fencing.

“Oh my god, yes! And a new roof! Finally, get rid of those ugly tiles. And we can pave over the driveway so it doesn’t have that annoying gravel that gets everywhere. Can we redo the backyard entirely? I want a porch from the back door and then it leads down-” Laughing in amusement, Hoseok gently squeezes your hand before kissing your cheek when you look down in embarrassment.

“Okay, we can make a plan of all the DIY things we want to do. But I just need to know for the moment...would you agree to buy it? With me? We can sort everything properly when we get home, plan out the money and apply for the mortgage and all that. I just want to know for now.” 

You don’t respond for probably half a minute, causing Hoseok to frown slightly. But then you almost burst in excitement, jumping up and dancing on the spot in uncontrollable excitement. Hoseok wasn’t expecting it, his eyes widening in shock while his hands are reaching out to you as if he was worried you were going to fall.

“Oh my god! Buying a house! This is...oh my god. Hoseok! You want to buy a house with me?” Reaching for his hands, you half tug him up and he snorts while catching his balance. Resting his palms on your hips, he brings you to a halt before grinning down at you.

“Yes, I want to buy a house with you. I mean, that’s why I asked. So is this a yes? You're an impossible woman, you know that? It’s not a marriage proposal but I’d still quite like a yes from you…” Trailing off, he pouts slightly and you reach up to gently flick at his lip ring.

“Yes. I mean, we need to talk more seriously about it and sort out the finances but...yes. As long as we can do all the things I want to. Like new doors inside. I hate the doors we have now, they’re so annoying.” Hoseok sighs like he’s got the weight of the world on his back before dropping his forehead to your shoulders, arms wrapping around your waist and hugging you tightly.

“Okay, okay. I give in, we’ll make a list of all the things we want to change later. But you realise we have to buy the place first, right? And then save up again to make all these home improvement changes? It’s not going to be cheap.” You don’t hear him though, giving him a quick kiss before humming to yourself as you visualise your house as it is and your house as you want it to be.

Watching you closely, Hoseok lets out another breath before smiling and shaking his head. Well, at least you’d said yes. 

[alice-dont-break]

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Movie Premiere | Janthony One Shot

“Damn, baby,” Anthony smirked as he walked into the bathroom he shared with his wife. He found Jasmine in her robe with her curls pulled back elegantly, as she put the finishing touches on her makeup look for the premiere this evening. “You look stunning,” he added, wrapping his arms around her waist, bringing her back flush against his chest and letting his chin rest on her shoulder so he could admire her in the mirror.

“Thanks, love,” she replied.

“You’re ready early,” he said, cocking an eyebrow.

Jasmine spun in his arms and placed her hands on his waist to brace herself. “Just wanted lots of time to get Cass ready in case she fusses... are you sure about bringing her?” Jasmine’s lips pursed and brow furrowed, and Anthony could read her nerves like a book.

“It’s your call, love. I know I’ll be doing press for a lot of the evening so you’ll be watching her. I’d love to have both my girls there, and I think she’d have a great time, but if you’re not comfortable we can leave her with your mom and Clara.” Anthony’s hands ran up and down Jasmine’s back as he spoke, trying earnestly to soothe the worries he could see bubbling over.

Jasmine was fiercely protective of both their daughters. Cassidy, age nine, and Clara, age four, were her curly-haired, giggly little angels, and the thought of putting one of them in the midst of bright lights, screaming fans, and crowds of photographers was enough to put a pit deep in her stomach.

“I want her there too, I’m j-just worried it’ll be t-too much... all the people and chaos and everything...”

“I love how much you care about our girls,” Anthony smiled as his hand slid to the nape of Jasmine’s neck to pull her into a chaste kiss. “What if we have a little signal? Squeeze three times if anyone’s getting overwhelmed and we can find a quiet place together?”

“Yeah, th-that sounds good. Can make sure she understands I’m not working and am just there to make sure she’s okay,” Jasmine said while nodding slowly.

Anthony couldn’t help the smile that crept across his face. “I’m so excited, Jas.”

“Me too, my love. This is a huge moment for you! Gonna need someone to take a picture of the moment Cass figures out her papa is the good guy in a disney movie.”

“Can I ruin your lipstick?” Anthony asked with a smug little smile.

Jasmine, of course, agreed, by holding his face and pressing their lips together. She started with three quick pecks, then paused and ghosted her lips over his. “I love you,” she whispered into him.

“I love you more,” he replied. With his lips parted, Jasmine took advantage and leaned into him again, kissing him hard. A nip at her bottom lip sent a flutter through her chest, and she pulled back.

“Alright, that’s enough, or else you’re gonna ruin a lot more than just my lipstick,” she teased.

Anthony relented, and pulled her back into a hug with a soft kiss to her forehead.

For the next hour, Anthony reviewed his talking points for the carpet with Clara bouncing on his lap, while Jasmine helped Cassidy get ready. She was seated up on the bathroom counter, while her doting mother treated her curls until they were shiny and pinned half back.

“Mama, can you make my eyes pretty like yours?”

“Your eyes are already pretty, lovie,” Jasmine smiled as she brushed her knuckle under her daughter’s chin.

“But I want them to be all sparkly like yours!”

“You’re too young for makeup, baby. Just a little bit of lip gloss and then you’ve gotta get your dress on.”

Cassidy pouted and reached out to hold her mother’s hand. “Pleeeease mama,” she whined, “just a little bit of sparkle?”

Jasmine was normally good at putting her foot down, but something about the excitement of the day had left her wrapped around her little girl’s finger. “Alright, alright, fine. But just this once, and only a little bit!” She rolled her eyes as she rummaged through a drawer for her most sparkly eye shadow pallet.

Cassidy was giving a big, toothy grin as she was told to close her eyes, and Jasmine used her little finger to tap a blush pink glitter onto her eyelids. She finished off the look with the tiniest bit of highlighter at the top of Cassidy’s cheekbones, then handed her a mirror.

“Like it, baby girl?”

“Eeee thank you mama!” she squealed, reaching up to wrap her arms tightly around her mom’s neck. Jasmine picked her up and swung her around and off the counter, before setting her down with a kiss to the top of her neatly curled hair.

“You’re welcome, you look beautiful Cass.”

Jasmine then helped her little girl into her pink, knee-length dress featuring a silver bow around the waist that matched her sparkly ballet flats. By the time she’d put on her own gown and emerged in the living room, Anthony was there waiting with their two girls and Jasmine’s mom.

“Hey mama,” she smiled, greeting Kim with a quick peck to the cheek.

“Car’s gonna be here in five, babe,” Anthony said.

Immediately, Clara sat up and pouted. “I wanna come with you too!”

“I know baby,” Anthony cooed as he scooped her up into his arms, “when you’re a bit older you’ll get to come. But tonight you’re gonna have fun with Grandma, right?”

“And Clar, don’t you have something for Papa?” Jasmine winked, pointing over to the coffee table.

Clara wriggled out of Anthony’s arms and toddled over to retrieve a folded piece of paper that she eagerly passed back to her father. “Sweetheart this is amazing!” he cried, looking intently at the card that read “Congratulations Papa”. He recognized the handwriting as Jasmine’s, but the scribbled colors were certainly Clara’s. “Thank you so much sweetheart,” he grinned, peppering kisses all over her face until she was giggling and squirming in his embrace. With all that loving, their youngest daughter let them get on the road barely a few minutes late.

Cassidy was buzzing in the car ride, asking all sorts of questions about what the event would be like. By the time they arrived, Jasmine had reminded her at least five times to stay close and remember their hand squeeze signal.

When they arrived at the venue, the driver helped them out of the car, and Jasmine smoothed out her and Cassidy’s dresses before taking a tight grip of her daughter’s hand. “Remember, no walking off, be polite, and squeeze three times if you don’t feel good.”

Anthony led the way to the foot of the carpet, then stepped between his girls to take each of their hands. When the cameras spotted them and started to flash and yell, Cassidy froze in her tracks. Anthony felt the tug on his arm right away, and crouched down to her eye-line.

“Hey, you okay Cass? Just blink extra hard a few times and you’ll get used to all the lights. Just lots of people taking pictures like I told you about. Let’s just hang here til you’re ready,” he said softly.

After a couple of seconds of pressing her lids together to adjust to all the flashing cameras, Cassidy looked up at her dad and nodded, so off they went. The first stop along the carpet was a line of interviewers, so Anthony passed Cassidy’s hand back to Jasmine, as he stepped up to the first reporter. The girls hung back for a few minutes, until one reporter took notice.

“Jasmine, hey Jasmine! What’s it like being here tonight for you husband?”

Before stepping up, Jasmine leaned down to Cassidy and reminded her of their signal.

“We’re super excited to be here! I’m really proud of Anthony and all the work he’s put into this film, and I know the fans are going to love it,” she said sweetly.

“Is this your daughter?

“Yep! This is our eldest daughter Cassidy, and we have another little girl at home too.”

“How old are you dear?”

“I’m nine!” she said cheerfully.

“And are you excited for the movie tonight?”

“Yes I’m super excited and proud of my papa!”

Jasmine squeezed Cassidy’s hand extra tight as she answered a couple more questions about her own projects, then they walked back to a quieter spot to wait for Anthony. When he came back he led them with a gentle hand on Jasmine’s back over to the line of photographers.

After a couple of solo shots at his first spot, he reached out for Cassidy’s hand and started to pose with her. He got down on one knee beside her so he could put an arm around her waist and smush their faces together as she giggled, and made sure to give her a kiss on the top of her head before standing back up. When he moved along to the next spot, he pulled Jasmine into the frame as well for a few family shots. The photographers went crazy when he hoisted Cassidy up onto his hip with Jasmine tucked into his other side, and he cheesed while both his girls kissed his cheeks.

When they got the end of the carpet, Anthony met up with a few of his co-stars as Jasmine and Cassidy went to go get settled in the theater. When he found the girls later on, they each jumped up to give him a kiss, before settling into either side of him. He wrapped his arms around their shoulders as they eagerly awaited the start of the film.

Once the show began, Anthony barely noticed the boisterous laughter and cheers from the crowd, as the only reaction he cared about was from the little girl sitting next to him. Every time she laughed or smiled up at him, his heart swelled and he pulled her in even closer, pressing kisses to her temple while he squeezed his wife’s hand. Through the end of the film and the round of applause that followed, his mind was fixed on the one thought he repeated over and over again in interviews on the red carpet.

“Everything I do, every piece of art I put into the world, is for those two beautiful ladies standing back there, and the one waiting for me at home.”

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Reactions (Bit 20 and The End)

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Here we are! I found an ending :D ::bounces excitedly:: Around 30,500 words, this is my longest Fandomversary ficlet ever and my third longest Thunderbirds fic. It took exactly a month to write 18 July - 18 August 2020 :D

For @soniabigcheese​ with her prompt Gordon and Bedlam. ::grin:: I’m not guaranteeing any of the other fics will or won’t end up like this :D I’m not in control here.

Many thanks to @scribbles97​ for reading this bit (which is the biggest of them all at 3600 words) and for the inspiration at various points ::hugs you::

Thank all of Thunderfam for all your support with this fic. You have been absolutely amazing. I really hope the ending is satisfactory. Thank you for all your likes, comments and emotional support. I couldn’t do any of this without you guys.

Warnings: language

Enjoy!

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Title: Reactions

Author: Gumnut

18 Jul – 18 Aug 2020

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: Virgil and Gordon get into a bar fight which has many more consequences than anyone expected.

Word count: ~30,500

Spoilers & warnings: language

Timeline: Season Two, shortly after ‘Impact’

Author's note: Nutty's Fandomversary 2020 Fic Three. For @soniabigcheese​ who asked for Gordon and Bedlam. This one has gotten out of control and is much bigger than intended.

Many thanks to @onereyofstarlight​ , @scribbles97​ for the reading and cheerleading and to @tsarinatorment​ for poking me from time to time and pointing me in directions I need to go ::hugs::

Disclaimer: Mine? You've got to be kidding. Money? Don't have any, don't bother.

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Bit 20

“What the hell were you thinking?” It was a hissed whisper and something beneath his hands moved.

“Shhhhh! You’ll wake him up and then we’ll both be dead.” That was Alan.

Virgil frowned.

“You know I prefer celery.”

“Well, that’s all they had.”

Gordon grumbled, something about pumpkin. “Thanks, bro.”

There was silence for a moment and Virgil drifted again, too comfortable to care.

‘They were both honourable men. The blond one, Gordon? He stepped in when this guy just got in my face. I was just sitting down for a drink between classes and that guy wandered over and started hitting on me. I just wanted a quiet moment.’ A cleared throat. ‘If Gordon hadn’t been there, I don’t know what I would have done. But then they were all fighting and I got scared, you know? If I had known it would start everything it did, I would have come to you sooner. But I didn’t and then it was worldwide news and...I’m sorry...I was scared, okay?’

Virgil frowned. He was warm and his brain foggy. He just wanted to sleep.

‘The facts that have recently come to light regarding the world government’s conduct have had dire consequences for certain leaders and, in particular, the leadership of the GDF. One thousand and seventy-nine people were aboard the failing launch platform and no GDF assistance was sent. If it wasn’t for the persistence of International Rescue, it is highly likely that the craft would have gone down with all aboard.’ And then Gordon was yelling at the top of his lungs. ‘RETURN TO YOUR POD SO WE CAN SAVE YOUR FUCKING LIFE!!’

That threw Virgil out of whatever slumber he was entangled in. “Gordon!”

He found himself on his belly in a bed. Foreign smells identified the bed as one belonging to a hospital. Hospital?

A hand landed on his shoulder. Soft words. “Hey, hey, Virgil. Shhh, you’ll wake him up.”

Scott? Huh? He rolled over, tangling in a blanket. He was fully dressed apart from his boots. What the?

“You fell asleep in a chair.” His brother, dressed in a suit, waved a hand at the seat he was sitting in. “John and I moved you to a bed so you would be more comfortable.”

Virgil blinked vaguely, but he only had eyes for the occupant in the other bed. Gordon was sleeping peacefully despite the news hologram hovering above his legs. Various scenes from the launch platform flickered on and off, the voiceover loud enough to be heard, but not to intrude. He watched film of his own ‘bird darting about. Scott and Gordon tackling the crowd.

Words fell from his mouth. “What’s going on?”

Scott had a shit eating grin on his face. “John did some filming.”

“He did what?”

“Highjacked a few of those journalists’ holocams and gave them the footage of the century.”

Virgil blinked at shots of himself catching Gordon as he fell. Every angle was available. The cameras panning as he checked his brother’s vitals, called his ‘bird closer and lowered a basket stretcher.

He swallowed at how much the expression on his face gave away when Gordon didn’t respond.

Scott hovered, caught between commander and brother.

When Virgil secured Gordon and began to draw himself and his brother into Two, one of the remaining crowd yelled out yet another demand to be taken aboard the Thunderbird.

The camera zoomed in on Scott’s face. His voice was ice cold.

“Return to your pod. This platform will be evacuated in ten minutes whether you are secure or not. This is your last warning.” As Thunderbird Two peeled away to a safe distance, Thunderbird One swooped in to collect her pilot and International Rescue evacuated the last of their operatives from the failing craft.

Thunderbird One’s loud speakers warned that the pods would be evacuating in ten minutes, that everyone would be safe if they were in their pod.

He didn’t say that IR wouldn’t collect stragglers, but his tone was one of a man on his last nerve.

The crowd ran back towards the stadium.

Virgil’s memories of the incident were different. He had Gordon in the cockpit, scanners screaming at him about internal bleeding. The realisation that he would have to fly his brother to the nearest hospital or risk losing him.

The war in his head between the thousand odd people below and the one brother under his hands.

And John’s word.

“Go, Virgil.”

“John-“

“Go. I’ve got this.”

An order from Scott and he was in his pilot’s seat accelerating away from the danger zone, his ‘bird clawing at the sky to gain speed.

He ignored the squawks from the idiot still strapped into his seat at the back.

The fact he had to swoop around an airliner as he set course for London, didn’t register at the time.

Now he saw what had happened after he left.

“John sent out a call for help and they answered.” Scott’s eyes were shining with pride.

All sorts of civilian aircraft emerged from the surrounding cloud layer. Helicopters, freight carriers, airliners, emergency services, all from the nearest countries.

So, ten minutes later when the stadium disassembled, each of the pods peeling away under its own power, there were enough craft in the sky to provide support.

Thunderbird One corralled, grappled and made sure all were safe, darting back and forth across the herd like an authoritive sheep dog.

The holocams cut to the herd arriving at the nearest airport, flashing emergency lights decorating the airstrip as the pods were directed to land, one by one, Thunderbird One and several other appropriately equipped craft catching and lowering those that struggled.

“He caught all of it on film.” There was that pride again as the newscast cut to a presenter hailing the wonders of International Rescue.

Virgil blinked.

His memory consisted of that mad dash to London, Gordon’s vitals and seeing him disappear behind emergency room doors.

Delivering the pilots from the crashed planes to medical care.

Physically restraining himself from punching the lights out of the man Gordon had injured himself saving. Giving him to the police, explaining what the man had done and that International Rescue would like to press charges.

The frown on the constable’s face had been odd. Virgil had assumed it had to do with the recent press regarding IR.

Perhaps not.

In any case, the annoying whiner continued his whining as he was taken away and Virgil was happy to see the last of him.

At least until Jack lined him up on a courtroom stand and shredded his life.

Gordon had surgery to stitch up the bleeding in his belly. A massive contusion still marked where he had collided with the airstrip superstructure during his leap to save that asshole.

His arm was strapped up after his shoulder had been relocated to its correct position and he was decorated in plasters.

The last thing Virgil remembered was sitting beside his little brother, holding his hand, waiting for him to wake up.

A blink. “Alan was here.”

Scott sighed. “Yeah. Still is. Grandma dragged him out of here so you and Gordon could get some rest.”

“And you managed to get to stay?”

His brother smirked, those eyes glittering again. “Been waiting for you to wake up. Got some news.”

Virgil frowned. “News?” He pushed himself upright, tired muscles complaining all the way. The last few weeks had taken a physical toll as well as a mental one. Letting his socked feet fall off the side of the bed, he sat up fully and stretched his shoulders and arms. “You’re a Cheshire cat, Scott. Spill before I find other means.”

That earned him an arched eyebrow. “Lady Penelope and Kayo came through. They found the proof we were not responsible for the incident in New York.”

Virgil’s eyes widened. “What? How?”

A hand landed gently on his knee. “It wasn’t your fault, Virgil. Lady P and Kayo found the cause and the persons involved.”

Virgil grabbed his brother’s hand. “But how?!” It came out louder than he intended and Gordon stirred in his sleep.

Scott’s hand gripped his. “The extra weight was cloaked. Penelope forced the authorities to give her access and she found the devices. Kayo was able to follow the trail of manufacture and found the thugs responsible. Jack jumped on it and all charges against you have been dropped.”

He stared at his brother. “Charges had been laid?!”

“But they are dismissed. You don’t need to worry about it.” The frown on Scott’s face told Virgil that Scott regretted even mentioning that fact. He had obviously hidden it.

“Did we break the law?”

“No!”

Had he been evading the law without even realising it? “Scott.”

Scott’s frowned increased. “No, Virgil. We’re not going there. You are not responsible. The charges have been cleared. End of story.” His brother’s glare brought that line of thought to an abrupt end. Whether it was because of the commander or the big brother, Virgil’s reflex was to obey.

Damnit.

“Is Virg being an idiot again?” The words were slurred and quiet, but so Gordon, Virgil was off the bed and beside his brother without thought.

“Gords?”

Tired brown eyes focussed lazily on him. “Hey, Virgil.” A slight frown. “You’re loud.”

He was on the wrong side of the bed to grab Gordon’s uninjured hand, so he had to satisfy his need for contact by running a finger through the hair on his little brother’s forehead. Gordon blinked and comically attempted to look up at Virgil’s hand.

Virgil couldn’t help but smile. “Sorry. How are you feeling?”

Those eyelids closed slowly and reopened blearily. “Tired.” A frown. “Where’s Alan?”

Scott stood up behind Virgil and those brown eyes latched onto their eldest brother over Virgil’s shoulder. “With Grandma. You need rest, Gordon.”

Gordon’s lips curved upwards. “Lookin’ spiffy, Scooter.”

Scott snorted, looking down at his suit. “Just playing the part.”

Gordon’s eyes drifted closed again. “You look good.” He frowned and his lips twisted as he attempted to shift on the bed. “Ow.”

“Stay still.” Virgil’s palm cupped the side of his brother’s head.

His eyes opened and found Virgil again, but Gordon didn’t say anything. His head did lean into Virgil’s hand and eventually those eyes drifted closed again. His breath evened out in sleep.

Virgil stared at his fishy brother a little longer.

Scott’s hand landed on Virgil’s shoulder. Voice quiet. “Come on, let’s get you something to eat.”

Illogically, Virgil found himself not wanting to leave Gordon, but he cursed himself at being ridiculous and removed his hand, letting his brother’s head loll gently onto the pillow.

Scott’s fingers gripped his shoulder and he led him from the room.

-o-o-o-

Scott snorted when Virgil froze just outside the hospital front doors.

He had left Thunderbird Two in the hospital parking lot.

How he had had the mind to change into civilian clothes yet forgotten that he had a traffic hazard parked outside was a question he could not answer.

“Hey, at least you haven’t got a parking ticket.”

IR security had obviously been deployed. His ‘bird had been roped off and she was high up on her struts, well out of reach.

“She’s had her uses. John has found sanctuary. I think he may have even slept in your bed.”

Virgil blinked as his eyes passed over the crowd that was literally camped behind the ropes in the parking lot. Someone caught sight of them and started screaming. Within seconds several hundred people had emerged from tents and were screaming ‘Tracy, Tracy, Tracy!’

“What the-?”

“Popular opinion is as fickle as always.”

“Who did we save? The Queen?”

“Not quite. Though there was a prime minister, thirteen world councillors, a soap star and at least two musicians.” Scott frowned. “Foster? Two of them.”

Virgil stared up his brother. “Not Ben and Nick Foster?”

“Yeah, maybe?”

“We saved Ben and Nick Foster? Did you get their autographs?”

“What? No? Should I?”

“Are you kidding me?!” Did his brother live under a rock? “Ben and Nick Foster, Scott!”

“Ooookaaay.” His brother held up a hand. “Calm down. They did say that they were willing to support us in any way. I’ll let Jack know you’re interested.”

Virgil spent the next several moments considering what the hell he would do if the opportunity to meet the Fosters came up. Could he handle it? Maybe. It would almost be like meeting Kip Harris. That led to a train of thought of what might happen if they ever encountered the fire specialist.

“Are you okay?”

“Huh?” Oh, hospital, Thunderbird Two, screaming fans. He straightened himself, ignoring the flush that crept up to his cheeks. “I’m fine.”

Scott frowned at him a little but then led him across the lawn towards his ‘bird, their fans screaming the entire way. Their questions were so opposite to those of the last couple of weeks, it felt wrong.

“They really don’t hate us anymore?”

“You know it isn’t that easy, Virg. There are plenty who still hate us, or want our stuff, or the power. I don’t think that will ever go away. But popular opinion, the opinion that gauges what is acceptable? Yeah, it seems we have it again.”

“Because of John?”

Scott stopped and turned, catching Virgil’s eyes. “Partly, but I think mostly because the truth finally got to those who matter. The people with the real power.”

“Who?”

“The people.” His brother turned towards the screaming crowd for just a second and the calls for ‘Tracy’ switched calls for ‘Scott’. “The moms, the dads, the postman, the small business owner, the woman who drives the school bus…the people we used to be.”

“We’re still those kinds of people.”

Scott shook his head. “Perhaps inside, but not to the rest of the world.” A half smile. “We’re the Tracy brothers. We’re International Rescue. Billionaires who live on a secret island.” A sigh. “If all this has proven anything, it’s that.”

“It shouldn’t matter. We do the right thing.”

“It shouldn’t, but it does.” A shrug and his big brother turned towards Two and, with the return of his hand on Virgil’s shoulder, led him to his ‘bird.

The hatch lowered without instruction and they left the screaming to the green soundproofing of cahelium.

“Hey, Virgil.” John was sitting in Gordon’s co-pilot seat, his tablet in his lap and a number of optical cables hooked into the dash.

“What are you doing to my Thunderbird?”

“Not much. Needed her antenna mostly and a little extra processing power.” A twist of his lips. “Eos, say hello.”

Virgil’s eyes widened. “Eos?”

“Yes, Virgil?”

“Where exactly are you?”

“That is an existential question. I am in many places.”

“Including in Thunderbird Two?”

“Of course.” A giggle. “It’s comfy. John says it is like an old couch.”

“Eos!”

“Well, you did.”

Virgil glared at his space brother.

John sighed, let his shoulders drop and, pushing the co-pilot’s seat back, stood up and faced the music. “Virgil, yes, your ‘bird is comfortable. No, it is not old. Please can I not be berated for a slip of the tongue.”

Scott snorted so hard, he coughed.

Virgil glared up at John a moment longer before grabbing him into a massive hug. He squeezed the breath out of his brother, his face mashed up against a space-suited shoulder.

A strangled squawk from John and Scott outright laughed. “You’ve done it now, Johnny.”

“I’m sorry, Virg.”

His name was little more than a gasp from his brother. Virgil held on a moment longer before relenting and letting go. He blinked rapidly as his vision blurred. “Thank you, John.” It was his turn for a hoarse voice. “I don’t know how to-“

“Hey, hey, Virgil. Don’t strangle the messenger. I only passed on the truth.”

Virgil swallowed and shifted his feet. “You saved me.”

Turquoise widened and flickered to stare at Scott before darting back to Virgil. “You would have done the same.”

“But it was you who did it.” A shaky breath. “Thank you, John.”

John looked down a moment, as if embarrassed, before catching Virgil’s eyes again. “Anytime.” A small smile. “Though I can’t take credit for Gordon’s contribution.” John lent over touched his tablet. “He’s been bleeped all over the world. Grandma is mortified.”

“Oh, god.”

Scott grinned. “Oh, yes, our young aquanaut is in for it when he gets home. Homemade chicken soup and all. Make sure we bring in some extra survival supplies on the way back to the Island.”

Or was that grin a grimace? It was hard to tell.

“Gordon was bleeding to death.”

All the humour left the cockpit.

“He’s going to be fine, Virgil. You know that.” Immediate older brother worry.

A sigh. “I know, Scott. It’s just that all that swearing…Grandma can forgive him due to circumstances. He wasn’t thinking straight.”

John’s voice was clear and firm. “He said what needed to be said. And to be honest, he was the only one who could say it.” He tilted his head to one side. “It gave Sir Hugh Creighton-Ward the ammunition he needed to launch a counter offensive.”

“A what?”

“The World Security Council is in an uproar. I doubt Wainwright’s career is going to survive. Did you notice the complete absence of any rescue craft at the platform?”

Virgil frowned. “Wasn’t the crashed plane a World Rescue craft?”

“Hell, no. That was the fake rescue. It was supposed to land under difficulty, but the pilot mangled the ‘distressed’ landing and crashed it instead. When the whole thing went sour, Wainwright tried to halt our intervention, so she could send in the new heroes and make a real show of it. But then we refused to leave so she settled for inciting the mob we faced. Those people who refused to return to their pods? Some were plants ordered by Wainwright. A good percentage of that thousand were GDF personnel in plain clothes. She felt that uniforms wouldn’t be as heartfelt as civilian wear on film.”

A stunned stare. “You have proof?”

John looked out the forward windows. “An unforeseen communications error may have inadvertently refracted several of the conversations involved directly into the NTBS satellite.”

Virgil’s stare flattened. “You or Eos?”

“A communications error.”

“You then.”

“I don’t understand what you mean, Virgil.”

The engineer rolled his eyes. “Are you safe? You can’t be traced?”

The look John threw at him set nothing more than ‘Are you kidding me? Space ace communications astronaut genius versus those dweebs?’ Not that his brother would actually say those words…but then his specialisation was communications and he was quite capable of expressing himself non-verbally.

Those copper eyebrows could be lethal after all.

God, he had missed him.

Virgil resisted the urge to hug him again.

John must have picked up on it because he took a step back.

Scott took a step forward. “Sir Hugh has called for Wainwright to step down and face criminal charges. Several of her cronies have been named. General Strond is no longer the head of the GDF. Aunt Val has been reinstated.”

Virgil found himself staring again. “It’s been barely twenty-four hours!”

Scott shrugged. “Penny says her father likes to strike when the iron is hot.”

“You’ve spoken to Penny?” But then of course Scott had. She had that news to deliver. Another wave of relief washed over him.

Though sixty-three people had died…on purpose.

The relief was replaced with anger.

“Of course, I did. She flew in to check on Gordon.”

That stopped him in his tracks. “Lady P flew in to see Gordon?”

“Well, we are in London. Practically her backyard and she did have that news to deliver.”

“But to see Gordon? Does he know?”

Scott shrugged. “No. Both of you were asleep.” A quirk of his lips. “You were snoring and drooling at the same time. You are quite skilled in the sleeping arts.”

“Shut up.” God, the thought of Lady Penelope seeing him in that state was mortifying.

Scott burst out laughing.

Virgil thumped him. Just a little. Didn’t want to break any of those bird bones of his.

“Ow.”

“Wuss.”

“If you two have finished?” Yes, there were those two lethal copper eyebrows at work.

Before either could answer, Scott’s comms went off. “Scott, dear, Gordon is awake and asking for you. The demands to go home have started and my initial threat of cooking didn’t faze him at all.”

Wow, that was serious. “FAB, Grandma. We’ll be there asap.” Blue eyes shot at his brothers. “Well, that’s a new one.”

“Does he know about the media turnabout?” Virgil’s words froze both of his brothers.

“Oh, no.”

“Shit.”

Scott straightened. “John, secure Thunderbird Five and warn off Eos. The last thing we need is those two in cahouts.”

“FAB.”

“Virgil, you’re on distraction duty. Swipe his tablet if you have to. I want no new social media accounts. Jack is still sorting the last three lawsuits from the jello vs peanut butter war. Occupy him with anything. Paint him if you have to. Grandma would love another portrait. At least it will hold him still for a few minutes. And definitely no outside contacts that aren’t vetted beforehand. Call in Kayo if necessary. A bored Gordon incites bedlam.”

“FAB.” Virgil straightened where he stood.

“I’ll handle Alan. If there is one thing worse than a recuperating Gordon, it is both of them recuperating together. Do we have consensus?”

John and Virgil spoke as one. “FAB.”

Tall and commanding, Scott Tracy held his ground. “Very well…Thunderbirds Are Go!”

-o-o-o-

FIN.

[artificialqueens]

The Parent Trap, Chapter 9 (Biadore) - Henny

A/N: Thank you for the comments, Hennies! Y’all are making me feel like Ariel in the beginning of Little Mermaid 2 :> I missed all of you too! Sorry if there was a problem with the formatting of the previous chapter; completely my fault!

OH, and if you’re confused with the timeline, I’ll simplify it for you:

RPDR Season 6 (filming) ended around Mid-July of 2013 (assuming it takes about a year or so before it is released). January 2014; Roy and Danny started dating. 6 months after that, June 2014, a month after Bianca wins, they get married. A year later, the couple gets baby fever, so they start looking for the perfect surrogate and egg donor. This is where I deflect a bit from the prologue, it takes them until May 2016 to conceive.

TLDR; the fic takes place July 2026, and RPDR is currently airing S19 with THE AS:BoTW filming the very same year . If I had said anything contrary to those stated above, disregard it. This is the new timeline I’m going to follow going forward.

All the love, Hennies!

XOXO, Henny

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“Well, would you be interested in joining the first All-Stars: Battle of the Winners in place of Bianca?”

The way Adore gaped at her phone was almost comedic, mouth opening and closing like a fish. In some way, she’s almost flattered at the fact that Ru called personally instead of a producer. It’s almost very considerate, since the man knew what had gone between Danny and Roy.

“Well, last time I checked, you didn’t crown me, Mama…” Adore adds a teasing tone to her voice, and tries to ignore the nerves that seemed to resurface at the idea of returning back to the competition. It’s been many years since Season 6, and Adore has genuinely forgotten how it feels to be on a platform like that again. Focusing on her music as both Adore and Danny has shifted the focus of her career as a drag queen and performer; and with many seasons passed, she knew her charm has run dry with Drag Race fans.

Ru laughs, the iconic shrill making Adore spiral back into the werkroom. “I didn’t, didn’t I?” He laughs again, and Adore can only imagine him wiping a fake tear. “But, I am planning to release the footage of you and Bianca winning to prove that my decision to invite you has some bearing, at the least.”

Adore inwardly groans again, remembering the night of the finale wherein they filmed the ending of her and Bianca winning together. She feels the ghost of Bianca’s hands squeezing her own as they waved and the sparkly confetti rains and glitters of lights from cameras blinded their eyes; applause and cheers roaring in their ears.

“What will the other queens say? The winners, I mean. It’s not like they’ll consider me a winner, especially the newer queens.” Ever the anxious person that she is, she finds a brush to fiddle with to lessen her anxiety.

“My competition, my rules. Whatever I say goes, Baby. They can say whatever they want, but if they’re smart enough, they’ll pipe up. And, besides…” Ru trails off excitedly, like they were sharing a secret. “Since this is only a Netflix special, I’m only doing the first decade season winners. I’m sure they’ll be nicer to you than recent ones.“

“All of them said yes?”

“All, but one, you already know…”

“Yeah, yeah…”

“So, what do you say?”

“I- I don’t know, Ru. I’ll think about it…”

“Of course, let the producers know soon, alright? Filming starts October! Toodles!”

The call ends, and it takes everything in Adore’s willpower not to throw it to the wall. She looks at her phone’s lock screen and sees the beaming face of Portia, and she manages to calm down. She stands up, grabs a pre-rolled joint in her makeup kit, and heads out of the building after shouting to the manager to inform him about her whereabouts. She normally didn’t do this anymore; smoking, hard liquor, and even hooking up with trades that come her way. Portia had completely turned her life around, and so did Roy and Nerissa. “Fuck,” Tears fill her eyes again at the thought of her daughter who she no longer knew, she sniffles as she takes a long drag of her joint and breathing out harshly.

A tall figure looms over her, and with a tap on her shoulder, she nearly doubled over in fear. “What the fuckkk…” She groans, clutching her heart.

“Oh, sorry… Didn’t mean to scare you.” Adore looks up to meet the steel eyes of a blonde stud with a smug smile on his face.

“Shit, I know you…” Adore murmurs in thought, before she remembers “You’re Brooke, right?”

“Brooke Lynn Hytes, yeah.” He flashes her a beautiful, gorgeous smile, pearly whites and all. “…But right now, uhh,” He looks down to his jeans and plain gray shirt, “You can call me, Brock.”

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“Okay, give me another one.” Portia looks at her cards, one five of hearts and the other six of spades. It was really late and they just finished washing the dishes of the entire camp after dinner. Not tired from their post-cry-emotional nap earlier, they had decided to play a game of Blackjack. Nerissa deals her another card, and picks one for herself. Portia peaks at the new card, and sees her nine of spades. She joins the cards together, and places them down in triumph.

“20, let’s see yours, Haylock.”

Nerissa drops her cards, a jack of diamonds, two of clubs, and nine of clubs. “Blackjack, bitchh…” She taunts, laughing at Portia’s dismayed face.

“That’s not fucking fair…” Portia drawls, “That’s your 9th time winning, I think you’re cheating…”

“Oh, please. You just play your cards wrong, and sometimes, I’m just really lucky…” Nerissa beams as she watches Portia fix the cards and put it back in their case, murmuring “I don’t want to play anymore.”

“It’s getting pretty late, too. I think we should go to bed.” Nerissa yawns as she grabs her blanket and tries to settle herself in. Portia agrees before standing up to lock their door; to make sure the windows are tightly shut; and to turn off the light. The moon shines at its brightest, a cool silver light shimmers through their window.

“I know it’s late, but I’m not even remotely sleepy.” Portia comments despite the yawn the escapes her.

“Same here,” Nerissa says with droopy eyes.

“Tell me, what’s Bianca like? No… noo…What’s dad like?” Portia asks, adjusting herself so she faces her sister. The mere idea of having a sister and having Roy Haylock AKA Bianca Del Rio, THE Bianca Del Rio is possibly 50% her dad makes her more giddy than anything in the world.

“Dad is probably the most workaholic person you’ll ever meet. He’ll make time for you, yes. But, you can tell that 75% of his mind is just…” Nerissa sighs, “exhausted, if not thinking about work… He really tries though, he hasn’t missed any of my ballet recitals yet nor any PTAs. He’s as active as a busy parent can be.”

“That’s good, I guess…” A hum of agreement, another yawn.

“And not to mention, the free dresses.” She giggles, “How ‘bout our other dad?” Nerissa turns to lie on her back, thinking about her dad who she hasn’t updated in awhile, even though she promised to do so everyday. A sudden urge to hug her dad courses through her body, and subtle pout forms at her lips at the thought of Roy. She missed her dad, she’s still upset about the whole not-telling-her-she-was-a-twin-thing, but she missed him nonetheless.

“He’s pretty chill. I can do anything I want,”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, my dad’s pretty cool. We have the kind of relationship where I can tell him things and… he can tell me things. He’s my best friend, so we just have fun most of the time.” Portia says with mere awe. “But, it wasn’t always like that. There was a time though where he was pretty down in the dumps; he didn’t really have the best mental health back then and his coping mechanism–”

“Hey, this seems kinda personal. You don’t have to tell me this, okay? Only if you’re comfortable doing so.” Nerissa says, her arm crossing its way to pat Portia’s tummy to stop her thought.

“No, no… You’re my sister, and I trust you enough.”

“Okay, if you’re sure… So you were saying?

“Yeah, so, he didn’t have the best coping mechanism. Alcohol is tricky when it gets out of hand. I didn’t mind at first, because I didn’t think it was that bad. I didn’t notice the signs because I was so young. It was only one incident, really, when I understood the gravity of it all. Around June, he nearly drank himself to death. I don’t know why he drank severely that night, but I just found him passed out on his own–” Portia chokes as tears start up with the memory of seeing her dad then. “I was only four then, Riz. I didn’t know what death was, but the minute I saw him– It just rationalized so quickly in my head. I called 911 as fast as I could. I didn’t know what I was saying half the time ‘cuz I was just crying.”

Nerissa places a comforting hand on Portia’s arm as the girl tries to fight the sniffles. When Portia manages to barely win against the tears, she continues, “When we were in the hospital, I was with my Grandma and there was another man, I– I don’t know who, from what I can remember– we didn’t know if my dad was gonna make it.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Porsche.”

“No, no… It’s fine. Just sucks to remember it. But, he managed to pull through, obviously. He hasn’t drank alcohol in years. So, I’m really proud of him, especially in his line of work, it must be so hard.”

“Yeah, as his 50%-chance daughter and for what it’s worth, I’m proud of him, too. “

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When Courtney heard the rumors going around backstage that night, she had about ten shots of tequila before coming to the conclusion that she wouldn’t tell Roy. But, funny how alcohol works out.

“Yanxxxxx” Courtney drawls out on her phone that she’s struggling to hold up to her ear. But the effort was there. She has absolutely no idea where she is as she presses her warm cheek to the cold faux leather seat of a couch.

“Bitch, did you really just– What?” Roy rolls his eyes as he looks at his phone that hosts Courtney’s current call and the said-blonde on his couch, drooling and staring off into space.

“I gotta–” hiccup “tell you a ssssecret.” Courtney angles her phone to her mouth, so she’s directly speaking to the phone’s microphone. Roy walks over to the drunk girl, grabs her phone and throws it in her purse. He ends the call on his phone before slipping to the kitchen, grabbing a towel and soaking it with cold water. He gives it a good squeeze to remove the excess water before going back to Courtney and placing the towel on her forehead.

“You’re so lucky Riz isn’t here or I would’ve left your drunk ass in the club.” He mutters in annoyance, even though everyone knew he wouldn’t really do that. He could never let anything happen to any of his loved ones, and god knows Riz has seen Courtney or Shane pissed drunk since she was a toddler.

“No,” Courtney says abruptly, hand swatting away Roy’s hand. “Nooooo…” She continues to drawl. “The secret is Ado…” She leans in close, way too close. Roy gets a harsh flashback and hastily pushes Courtney away. With the push, Courtney plops on her back and passes out entirely. Roy sighs, both in frustration and exhaustion. He wouldn’t bother removing Courtney’s makeup, but he did give her the courtesy of removing her wig and cap, as well as unlacing her corset. It all feels familiar to him, taking care of someone and helping them de-drag, except of course, back then he had to strip Bianca off himself and help Danny remove his clothes which then would lead to…

Roy shakes his mind, trying to get rid of the idea before it escalated. He leaves the guest bedroom and makes his way to the kitchen for a glass of wine. He’s just going to pretend he doesn’t know that Courtney was about to say something about Adore as he starts up a design for Rupaul on the granite kitchen counter.

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“I can’t believe Biadore was ACTUALLY a thing.”

“How can you not? The tension was so obvious, especially during that one part where Adore said she didn’t want to work with Bianca? The sexual tension was just–” Nerissa fans herself before she receives a slight smack and push on her shoulder.

“Dude, you’re so fucking weird. I don’t wanna think about my dad’s sex life OR YOURS!!”

“I’m just telling the truth! The stare was intense.” Nerissa breaks into a fit of giggles at Portia’s face of slight disgust at the idea. “And speaking of, did your dad date anyone again?” Nerissa asks.

“Never anyone serious enough to introduce to me, no. He’d go on dates, sometimes Adore would go on dates. But, yeah. He never really seemed interested in dating anymore, so he put all his attention to me or his and Adore’s music.”

“Do you call Adore “mom”?”

“No, that’s weird!” Portia snorts, “My dad is, well, my dad. He has his own quirks and personality. And, Adore, to me, is just a whole different person. I can’t explain it. Like, I know he’s Adore Delano through and through. But, my mind just sees Adore like a whole different person.” Portia rolls again to her back, so she’s facing the ceiling like her sister. “How about your dad? Did he date anyone?”

“You know what’s weird? I don’t think he ever did, not even dating or flirting with anyone else. He’s always been so closed off to anyone who showed any particular interest.” Nerissa twiddles with her thumb, before scrunching her nose in distaste. “I mean, in some way, I get it. He’s scared to love again. Uncle Shane always said so. I wish I knew why though.”

Portia hums, thoughtfully. Another pregnant pause looms over their conversation. It has gone on for so long that for a moment Nerissa thought Portia was asleep, until…

“I AM SUCH A FUCKING GENIUS!”

PREVIOUS CHAPTERS:

Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight |

[georgemackayhey]

Rules For Falling In Love: #1

summary: In which George wants to get married. But... you're not dating. Why should you say yes?

a/n: Here it is I'm obsessed with this concept my dear friend thought up, so much so that I was inspired to write this multichapter fic about it all. Please let me know if I forgot to tag anyone, or if you'd like to be added to the list! And as always... feedback of any and all kinds are greatly appreciated!

w/c: 2k

Part 2 >

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"Don't be a third wheel, come on now!" Dean's publicist shooed him away from where you stood next to George, counting down the seconds till the red carpet came to an end. You gave the guy a quick, twisted frown, as George's publicist pulled him further down the carpet, his hand holding on to yours, silently bringing you along.

This was just another normal Friday evening.

When the time came to flood into the award ceremony, you sighed in relief and reached for a drink from the tray of a despondent boy meant to stand right where he was for most the night.

"Don't you have any place better to be?" Dean laughed your way, thanking the waiter for the drink he swiped.

"We were going to go bowling." You shot George a look. You'd only made the plans as a joke, wondering how much shit either of you would get for ditching this stupid ceremony to go have a bit of real fun. But you'd made a promise to George long ago, to attend all these silly little Hollywood shindigs with him.

"And we will go bowling if we make it out of here alive" George declared with a nod, leading you toward the row of seats with your names on them. He hated these events almost more than you did. He insisted your presence aided to quell his anxieties these circumstances stirred up. And you couldn't tell George no, very often.

"If one of you ever did one thing without each other, I think hell would freeze over." Dean chuckled as you all settled into your seats. You looked to George again, and he looked to you and you both laughed, but Dean was probably right.

After the awards had been given out between long, sometimes painful speeches, the boy's publicists insisted they linger around the after-party for as long as they could manage. You kept your usual pace in between them, cackling over stupid old jokes and offering forced toothy grins to celebrities who asked if they could steal George away for photos and chats about the magic of acting- or whatever.

"You know, no one has even ever asked about us." You pointed out to Dean, sharing a piece of cake in the quietest corner of the party. "Showbiz people I mean. They just assumed right away. Even the times we've insisted we're only friends, they insist we're joking." You huffed a laugh.

"That's Hollywood for you, I suppose. But you've gotta admit... you and George-"

"Are just friends." You finished. Dean halted, smiling in agreeance to drop the subject, but clearly held back from stating his other points, whether they were valid or not.

After one too many sweets and drinks, George found you and informed his sister was on her way to give the two of you a lift home. You traded a few hugs with Dean, making rough plans to meet up again very soon, without all the cameras and microphones in the way.

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"How was your date, then?" George's sister wondered as you clamored into the back of her car. George followed behind with an answer.

"It wasn't a date, it was work thinly veiled as fun."

"But you went together, which makes it a date."

"Nice try," You rose a finger, buckling in as the girl sped off toward the city streets. She'd always found sly ways to get you and George to admit there was something deeper to your connection. She'd introduce you to her friends as her brother's girlfriend. She'd address Christmas presents to the both of you, handing them out with a wink.

"I don't understand you two." She dramatically croaked now, as if your denial was her personal defeat. "You're catfishing the world!"

"We're not pretending to date." George reminded his sister, "And we're also not pretending we don't live together."

"Yeah so why aren't you dating? You do everything else together."

"We live to torment you. It's all to drive you mad" George falsely confessed.

"I wouldn't put it past you." His sibling let out a whine.

You and George shared a roll of your eyes, dulling snickers and exhausting explanations that weren't worth wading through. The midnight ride to your flat fell silent then. The night had been long, but it was a seemingly usual evening, these days.

By the time you and George shuffled up the drive, waved his sister goodnight, you were ready to forgo your usual routine and drop face-first into bed.

"I think my sister has a point," George mumbled, shutting and locking the front door.

"Hmm?" You encouraged George to go on, halfway in tune to listen, more so gearing up to head to bed after such a long evening out. George remained silent as you kicked your shoes off, and didn't speak again until he had your undivided attention.

"Let's get married," George said.

You tossed your head back in a laugh as you floated further into your shared home.

"I'm serious, y/n." George hurried along, moving to stop you from walking away, boring his sleepy eyes into yours.

"What?" You chuckled again, shaking your head, trying to keep up.

"We already live here. We've been talking about sharing a bank account. And it'll be so much easier to introduce as my wife than as 'my best friend who I live with but am not dating but go everywhere with.'"

"But that's the truth!"

"Marriage could be true! Think of how much easier life would be."

"George, how much have you had to drink?" You cackled as you pushed past him, into the kitchen for a glass of water. You clattered about the cupboards as he followed you, rambling still.

"I'm serious! We've planned out our lives together already. Future vacations, birthday parties, career deadlines, all accounted for with each other in mind. We should just get married."

"George! I will not let you lie at the altar. A wedding is for two people who want to commit every bit of their lives together for the rest of the foreseeable future."

"My plans for the weekend are always to ask you what you want to do the next. I'm your only emergency contact." George listed off these points as if they were dead giveaways.

"Okay, let's say we get married." You entertained, standing in front of George as he noshed on some deserts he'd brought home from the after-party. He raised a pretty brow, waiting for you to go on.

"Sure nothing changes at first, not really. You're already my ride to work, and I already promised to go to all those silly Hollywood parties with you. But what happens in five years when I want to move to France and you want to stay here? What happens in six months if some super hot mailman comes and sweeps me off my feet? What happens when you fall in love with some leading lady, George?"

"People get divorced all the time." He shrugged.

"That's a lot of money to blow. And for what? For a lousy label and some ugly rings?"

"So we pick out some bloody cool rings and promise to only get divorced if shit hits the fan. Neither of us can stay mad for long. Remember when I spilled wine on your great grandma's old lounge chair? I was fully prepared to be excommunicated. But you just hugged me while you cried." George chuckled, keeping his desserts close.

"Do you really wanna kiss me in front of your mother and the world and pretend that this is normal?" You tried to ask with a serious glare, but it was just too funny. You couldn't help but let out a little giggle of disbelief that this was the conversation you were having on an otherwise normal weekday evening.

"Y/n, we're practically already married."

"George I love you, but this is a stupid idea."

"I don't think it is, but I love you too. I'm taking this box of macaroons to bed, now."

"Okay goodnight you two." You laughed, pulling at the sleeves of your too-tight dress on your trek down the hall.

"Wait!" You called out, a few steps from your room. "Can you unzip this, please?" You took a few backward steps to meet where George had stalled in the hall, macaroon halfway in and out of his mouth, he balanced one hand on your shoulder and used the other to undo the zipper that hugged your spine.

"G'night!" You heard him mumble past his dessert as you gave him a wave of thanks and practically threw yourself into your nice warm bed.

///

You met George when you were kids. You grew up attending the same local festivals and schools. His acquaintance turned more familiar with each passing summer until you'd become rather inseparable. It was that fact that kept his number in your contacts when you moved to the city, and he went away to film more often.

You'd kept up lunch dates when he came back home, and celebrated holidays with his family every time they invited you to come round like they'd been doing for years. You'd even attended a few birthdays and dinner parties with his family when George was out of town, when you hadn't spoken with him in months.

You moved in with George some odd years ago, when the flat you rented threw one too many unfixable issues your way. His home was the closest to your work, and he was one of the only friends you trusted enough to reach out to for help. After occupying his guest room for a few months, George insisted you move your things into the place you'd already practically been living in.

His home was big enough, tucked away just outside of the city. It's high ceilings, warm decor and a manageable rent were easily and comfortably split between the two of you. It made sense. You'd been sharing most of your free time together for years, anyway.

You shuffled through the bright halls, past framed photos of George's family. Of you and George. There was no difference, you'd been close for so many years, your lives were complexly intertwined whether you liked it or not. Luckily, you did.

George was already in the sun-drenched kitchen when you entered, stretching into the new day.

After trading usual morning greetings you could practically hear George's silent, burning thoughts. He poured you each a cup of coffee and shot you a look you knew was meant to say much more than words could.

"Okay, what?" You asked in a warning tone, accepting the drink he placed before you at the table, before sitting in the chair at your side. You knew George had something to say, and he'd say it whether you asked him about it or not.

"My mum thinks we've been dating since Uni. You know we can't talk her out of it. If anything she'd be relieved."

Oh, he was really still hung up on this huh?

"So you wanna do this because of your mother?" You asked, watching the steam curl up from the drink between your hands.

"No. I wanna do this because being together officially would make all our being together anyway, so much easier. Bills, plans, excuses, rainy days."

You looked at George, his start blue eyes, his unkempt hair, that stupid withheld smile he got when he was focused on something. You loved him for longer than you had the patients to do the math for. You planned on loving him for a while, even when he pissed you off, you couldn't imagine struggling alongside anyone else...

"Earth to y/n."

"I'm not responding because you're starting to make sense and I don't like it." You pretended to pout. Then George went silent for a beat, his brilliant eyes searching your face.

"Do you still want to go bowling?" He pipped up as if he'd just remembered you'd said something about it a day earlier.

"Sounds fun, doesn't it?" You asked, hoping he'd join you in wasting a day having childlike fun. George bit back a grin, leaned in close to catch your eye, and said,

"If I win... we'll get married."

You wanted to curse his name through a laugh, but you very rarely could tell the man no. And you hated to admit it even to yourself, but the more you thought about it... the more you liked the idea.

"And if you win?" George mused, egging you on. But you didn't need to place bets to play.

"Let's go bowling, Mackay."

///

As you took turns knocking pins down, George brought up several valid points.

How his family adored you. How he'd drop anything to be there for you when you needed him. How you'd always talked about how scary the future seemed, but agreed it was better to face together, like always.

And you argued for a moment that maybe neither of you knew any better, how you were all each other knew since growing up.

But George pointed out that simply wasn't true. He'd traveled. Met girls, none of whom were around at all anymore. You'd dated and failed to find anyone worth keeping around. It was as if you and George were the survivors of some twisted game of life, having only managed this far because of how you relied on each other.

But you weren't on the same bowling team.

You were scoring strikes left and right a few solid points ahead in the game.

But George was close to beating you, one good turn and he'd wind up the winner.

All the while, George only stalled his passionate speeches to listen and laugh over yours. And as you considered how familiar his presence was, and the way you couldn't imagine living life any further apart, you'd made up your mind.

But every time you thought of voicing your decision, something stopped you. You bit your tongue and decided that you'd wait to see if your feelings changed soon. And after some serious thought, you could either tell George that you'd hate to let him down, but plan a movie night alongside his favorite dinner, to make up for your decline. Or you'd tell him yes, and agree to his stupidly sweet idea to get hitched. Because you couldn't tell him no.

He won the game.

But of course, George wasn't living and dying by the bet he made that coaxed you to play. And you never really agreed to it anyway. The two of you simply went on arguing on the way home, more or less about how you were on the same page, and just what to do next.

And while you made dinner together, your conversation stopped when you sucked in a big breath and spun on your heels across the room. You'd heard enough.

George raised a pale brow, sitting patiently at the table as the oven did its thing. Then he watched as you settled back to the seat across from him, placing a pad of paper and a pen down.

"If...we do this, I'm writing down rules."

George watched on, sipping tea as you scribbled away. Once you felt comfortable with the list of regulations you'd penned, you read from the marked-up note pad, one at a time.

"Okay, listen up..."

MARRIAGE RULES

one. No lying to family and friends. They get to know that this isn't conventional.

two. No lying to each other. We're only doing this to make things easier. We must remain every bit a team.

three. We must celebrate our anniversary because there's no point in not milking the chance to go on holiday.

"Now," You flipped the page to a new set of rules before George could go on smooth-talking.

DIVORCE RULES

"We can only get a divorce under dire circumstances. Which include the following..."

one. If we betray each other's morals or trust in a way that cannot be fixed or forgiven after a year's time.

two. If one of us is dying. Actively dying.

three. If one of us finds and falls in love.

"We've managed to work out all the bad shit together so far and I'm sure we can keep that up. A divorce is too much money to waste over one fight we end up resolving and remain otherwise together."

"So you'll do it?" George grinned, setting his drink to the side.

"Is this you asking me to marry you? It's very unromantic. Negative three out of ten." You laughed, George did too. But you needed to make yourself very clear.

"I'll think about it." You clarified. "You should too."

You’d tell him yes later. Because as much as it scared you... you'd already made up your mind.

───※ ·❆· ※───

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SpaceBear - bit 4 (end)

So this has finally reached the end (for now).  I will probably return to these precious babies at some point because the SpaceBear ship is just glorious.

Huge thanks to @willow-salix for naming this ship and for massive amounts of help in pulling this to some sort of conclusion.  

Bit 1 is here, Bit 2 , Bit 3

Bit 4

The shamefaced pair trailed down to the kitchen after Scott, like condemned prisoners following behind their jailor who led them in stony silence.  As if having big brother walk in on them hadn’t been bad enough he had stood there, tall and imposing in the doorway, waiting while discarded clothes were found and reclaimed.  Despite all the times he’d changed in front of his brothers Alan had never felt more naked and exposed even though he had still been half dressed.

Entering the lower level of the villa they found the table all set, Virgil and Gordon already seated and staring hungrily at empty plates.  The warm smells coming coming from the kitchen module were actually pretty good for a change although Alan wasn’t too sure he had much of an appetite any more.

“You’re late, boys.  Now hurry up and wash your hands then you can help me carry over the dishes, I made the others wait for you.”

With a quick chorus of “Sorry Grandma” and “Sorry Mrs Tracy” the pair hurried over to the sink to get washed up while Scott headed back to his place at the table.

“I really shouldn’t have to send Scott to fetch you, you know,” Sally scolded.  “I’d have thought after spending all day at the Expo you would have had enough of playing games.  Never mind, you’re here now so we can get started.”

She hustled them about, setting them to ferrying the serving dishes over to the table where they were eagerly pounced upon by Gordon and Virgil.  Scott was more reserved but she put it down to a tough day in the office, TI business was a necessary evil for him and he was often a little bit muted after a day stuck in a suit.  

Once everyone had had a chance to load their plates, and the initial babble of conversation between those who weren’t privy to the scene in Alan’s bedroom had faded as eating took priority, Scott finally broke his silence, his words falling like lead.  “So, when were you going to tell us?“  Walking in on his baby brother had come as something of a shock, Alan had been his responsibility for so long it was sometimes hard to accept that the kid he had taken custody of was growing up.  It probably didn’t help matters that the other party was Brandon.  He tolerated Brandon’s presence, mostly because he had been persuaded how good it was for Alan to have a friend outside the family, but the vlogger was definitely more worldly than his brother and preceded by a reputation that Scott did not approve of.  His protective instincts had been ignited and right now he was wishing he’d followed his gut and kept Brandon away from the island.

Alan shifted uncomfortably in his seat.  He’d barely had time to come to terms with things himself and he and Brandon hadn’t actually got as far as defining what they were before giving in to their physical wants.

"Tell us what?” Virgil put down his fork and looked between his oldest and youngest brothers, Scott was radiating animosity and Alan looked nervous as hell.   

“Alan and Brandon here have been getting a little up close and personal." 

"Lighten up Scott, it was one kiss.  You make it sound like the end of the world”

Scott had been expecting an answer but he hadn’t been expecting it to come from Gordon.  “What do you mean ‘one kiss’?  It’s a damn sight more than that."  

Confusion reigned supreme on Gordon’s face.  "No, it wasn’t.  I saw the footage.”

“What footage?  What are you on about Gords?”  The question was low and threatening and Gordon found himself swallowing nervously despite having a pretty clear conscious for once.

“The Expo of course, what are you on about?”

“I just caught these two,” the words were spat with more force than was strictly necessary as Scott waved vaguely in the direction of Alan and Brandon, “fooling around in Alan’s room.  Now what’s this about the Expo?”  The pair in question were subjected to the full force of the Commander’s stare; Scott knew he was coming across as intimidating and probably overreacting but after a day spent examining share prices and and listening to market forecasts he was in no mood to be dealing with unexpected surprises. 

“That was all my fault, Scott,” Brandon stammered.  “I kinda got carried away with all the cameras there and surprised Alan, he…he had nothing to do with it.”

“Hmm,” Scott frowned, not missing the slight shift in movement that suggested Alan had grasped Brandon’s hand under the table or the grateful look Brandon shot him in response; it was a show of unity he hadn’t expected.  “That doesn’t make it any better.”  He reached up and activated his comm “Come in Thunderbird Five, I’ve got a job for you.”

“What is it, Scott?” the missing sibling popped into being via the nearest holoprojector, looking puzzled at being summoned.

“I need you to go through the footage from the Expo Alan went to.  You might need to do some damage limitation.”

“Uh, okay.  Are you going to give me a clue what I’m looking for?”

“Oh I think you’ll know when you see it.”

“FAB.”  The slightly puzzled Space Monitor winked out of existence as the link was cut.

Knowing that John was dealing with whatever had happened at the Expo, and taking Gordon’s lack of concern over the footage as a sign that whatever had been caught on film wasn’t too major, Scott focussed his attention back on the unhappy couple.

“So is this serious between you or what?”  

The tension between oldest and youngest was palpable.  Alan licked his lips nervously, trying to work out how to phrase things and desperately wishing there wasn’t such an audience as all eyes turned towards him.  Was it serious?  Was Brandon his boyfriend now?  He certainly knew what he wanted it to be.  

“Yeah, yeah it is.”  Brandon had cut in before he had the chance to answer, giving Alan’s hand a reassuring squeeze at the same time.  This time it was Alan giving Brandon the grateful look; he knew how hard it was to face up to Scott when he got like this.  

"Well I think it’s great, honey,” Grandma stepped in, giving Scott a brief warning look that clearly said the interrogation was over before turning her attention on the new couple.  “Hey, maybe you can come on a double date with me and Kip.”  She knew Scott had to get whatever concerns he had out of his system but his attitude needed keeping in check.  This was meant to be a nice family dinner after all.

“Ewww, Grandma!” Alan exclaimed.

“Don’t worry, I’m only messing with you.  I wouldn’t want any of you boys along anyway, it might cramp my style.”  She winked at Alan, causing him to shudder.  “Now will someone pass me those bread rolls, I’m hungry.”

The meal passed in relative normality after that although the oldest and youngest brothers ate barely a fraction of their usual portion.  Alan’s stomach was still in knots and he could only pick at his food while Scott was obviously still brooding but with Grandma giving her seal of approval any further discussions of Alan and Brandon’s fledgling relationship were clearly off limits.  

Mostly off limits.  Alan knew the silence from Scott was too good to last.

“Virgil, I’m going to need you to have a talk with Alan and Brandon after dinner.”  While he might not like the idea of his baby brother having anything that even remotely resembled a sex life he had to accept that this was a likely progression.  He would be failing in his duty if he didn’t make sure the couple went into this with their eyes open but same sex relationships were outside his personal realm of experience, hence calling on his next in line.  

“Huh, what about?”  Virgil looked up from his plate, he was far less bothered than Scott about the whole situation and wasn’t too sure what else there was to discuss.

“Alan.  And Brandon."  Scott gave his brother a pointed look. 

Virgil’s brow furrowed in confusion before realisation hit.  "Oh, right, couple stuff.  Really though Scott the rules aren’t any different just cos it’s a guy, but sure I’ll talk to them."  

Alan wanted the ground to swallow him up and he could feel the rising blush creeping towards his ears.  He could not believe this was happening.  He wasn’t completely clueless on the facts of life and Brandon definitely wasn’t.  To make matters worse Gordon was grinning like a Cheshire cat at the prospect, probably thinking up his own contributions Alan suspected.

"Really, it’s okay, we’re good.” Feeling the discomfort radiating off of Alan, Brandon tried to ward Virgil off.

“Oh no,” Virgil smirked, although to Brandon the look seemed vaguely reminiscent of a shark circling its prey, “if you intend to be involved with my little brother we are definitely going to talk.”

“Grandma, is this really necessary?” Alan tried to appeal to the one person who he thought he could count on as an ally.

“Actually dear, I’m with your brothers on this one.  Now if everyone’s finished I’ve got some jobs I want to do.  Gordon, can you give me a hand please, I’ve got some boxes I want shifting.”  She knew she wouldn’t be able to persuade Scott to leave but she could at least take some of the pressure off the situation.

The aquanaut grimaced but knew better to disobey.  Much as it would have been fun to watch Alan squirm he knew his Grandma was deliberately giving the others space; two big brothers was more than enough for Alan to be dealing with and Virgil would stop Scott from going overboard.  Anyways, he could impart his worldly wisdom any time he fancied grossing his brother out.

With Gordon and Grandma out the way a heavy silence settled over the table.  Scott was still radiating animosity and the attitude was starting to bug Virgil.  So what if Scott wasn’t a fan of Brandon?  Alan obviously was and if the feeling was mutual who was he to get in their way.  He took a sip of his water and waited for Scott to say something but Scott had evidently decided it was all on him now.  He cleared his throat.

“Now I don’t know what the pair of you have been getting up to, and to be honest I don’t want to know, but if you two are now an item there are some ground rules you need to follow.  Alan, you have a lock on your bedroom door, I suggest you start using it.  Brandon, whenever you stay over there will be a guest room for you as normal; it’s up to the pair of you if you use it but it’s there.”

“Now I don’t think…” Scott tried to butt in but Virgil cut him off.  If big brother was going to pass the buck on anything that wasn’t strictly hetero then he could keep his mouth shut for the moment.  And anyway, Virgil thought, Scott was a hypocrite.  He could well remember Scott’s own early forays into the world of dating which had started far earlier than Alan’s.

“No, Scott.  Alan not a kid any more and neither is Brandon.  I don’t want them to feel like they need to sneak around and neither do I want to barge in on anything.  Or have you forgotten how many times I had to cover for you or come up with some excuse to keep Dad out of wherever you’d chosen to mess around with your latest squeeze?”  Once he was satisfied that there would be no more interruptions he turned back to Alan and Brandon. “Now judging from the way Scott here has decided to drag me into all this I guess things have already started getting pretty physical between the two of you.”  Alan didn’t think it was possible to sink any lower in his seat but he tried.  “Now there are only two rules but they are absolutely non-negotiable.  Firstly, if you choose to go that far, you always use protection.  You have no excuse not to, there is always a stock in the cabinet in the infirmary, just make a note on the pharmacy order if supplies are running low.  And secondly, you do not do anything that you aren’t both wholly comfortable with.  You always check the other person is happy and if either of you want to stop at any point you stop.  Oh, and Brandon, if you dare hurt my little brother I personally know of at least 6 ravines where you could have a very convincing accident.“

Once Virgil had said his piece Scott launched in again, mostly about not broadcasting everything about their lives to the public or splashing it all over the vlog.  It was a request the pair happily agreed to; Alan wasn’t keen on the idea of navigating life with Bradon in front of millions of viewers and Brandon felt like he would have agreed to anything if it meant being able to get away from the combined force of Tracys one and two.

When they were finally released from their lecture Alan and Brandon fled back to the sanctuary of Alan’s room.  Alan clicked the lock into place behind them; still a bit shaky after the ordeal at dinner it wasn’t that he was in the mood to continue where they left off, more that he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of any more rules or advice from the family, well meant or otherwise.  

Brandon climbed up onto the bed and sat up against the wall, resting his forearms on drawn up knees.  “Man, Scott was like, so intense and boy I do not want to go piss off Virg, I used to think he was the soft one but I kinda think he scares me more than Scott.  Are your family always this extreme?”

“Yeah, sorry, they can get a little over protective sometime.  You do know Virgil was joking about the ravines, right?” 

“Right,” Brandon looked like he wasn’t wholly convinced though.  “Just as well I like living life on the edge.  Always be extreme and all that.”

“Were you alright with what they said, about not putting stuff about us out on your vlog?”

“Well clips with you or your brothers in already get 30% more views, think of the ratings.”

“Brandon!”

“Relax Alan.  No cameras, no clips.  I don’t have to put everything about me online and I don’t want to.  The media, well, you’ve seen how it can chew you up and spit you out and I don’t want to do anything that could hurt you.”  

Brandon patted the bed and Alan responded to the invitation.  He climbed into the gap between Brandon’s legs and settled his back against Brandon’s chest, feeling a slight thrill as warm arms circled round him in a gentle hug.  This was a side to Brandon that was rarely seen, a softer, gentler, more serious side that was at odds with the carefully curated persona of the Bear.  

As Alan’s weight settled comfortably back against him, the smaller form cocooned by his own slightly taller frame, Brandon felt luckier than he had done in a long time.  Alan wasn’t what would normally be considered his type, not if the string of conquests behind him was anything to go by, but there was something about the young Thunderbird with his raw and open honesty that had Brandon craving more than a quick fling.  There was a connection he’d never felt with anyone else before and he made a sincere and silent promise to look after the man who had first welcomed him into his life and his family and then invited him a step further into his heart.

He didn’t know if this would be a forever thing but he did know he was grateful for the chance to try, the chance to prove that he could be more than just a jackass pulling stunts for the cameras.  There was something about Alan, nestled comfortably against him like a puzzle piece where he had drifted off to sleep half way through a movie, that gave him a feeling of deep contentment and he dropped a gentle kiss onto the slumbering head beside him.  Commitment had never been on his radar before, uncomplicated fun was more his usual style, but this was different; a relationship to be explored slowly at whatever pace Alan felt comfortable with and if that meant starting off with movie nights punctuated by tentative kisses, well, he was happy to go along with that.   

-FIN-

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Jeremy's Companion Dialogue

It could have more stuff but i think it's big enough already.

- Can you tell me about yourself?

If you are up to listen the three hour long narrative of how I bravely explore the wasteland, sure why not?

I'm a courier, just like you, minus the whole "shot in the head" ordeal, used to be a prostitute too, a very good one, now I just deliver packages, read fortunes, steal, ya know, the usual.

- Fortunes?

Call it what you want, magic, lucky, madness. I know and see things... sometimes.

- And what do you see? (Answer differs based on karma/ affiliation)

You're a odd one, the cards you have is always shifting, but right now I see ...

Independent: a bright light smiles to you, thousands of wheels will guide you to freedom out a hill. The Bull don't know what's under its roves.

Legion: Blood paint the crosses, be careful with the fox, 83 is a large number and the man in gold will be not be followed.

NCR: Old laws of the old world has no place here, Shady, Sands, everything is corrupted. To others live some has to die.

MR. House: An delayed delivery, seven went and six came back, are you ready to bet all your caps in a platinum dream?

- Uh... Prostitute?

Look we all did things we are not proud of. It kept me alive and I'm thankful for that, but I'm out of this business.

-(Confirmed Bachelor) Maybe I can change your mind?

Maybe. But i think it would cost you 100 caps to try.

- Nice Tattoo.

Hey thanks. Is a family thing. And it actually goes around my body so if you're nice, I might show you one day.

-What's your thoughts on the Legion?

You're really asking me that? For real?

Okay I'll let that pass cause you got shot in the head but I'm a tribal and then a Legion slave some years ago. What the fuck you think it's my opinion.

-You don't look like a tribal.

Can't blame you. I only dance wearing my feathered headdress with paint in my body in very special occasions.

-Whats your thoughts on the BoS?

Same as the Legion, but not that bad.

I say i wouldn't beat the living shit of a Brotherhood member if they stood in a 1km radius near me.

- What's your thoughts on the White Glove Society?

They have quiet a....refined taste. Just stay away from them, trust me, better not try our luck to see if the rumors are true.

I know them seem polite but don't get fooled, I'm a fool myself and even I can can see what's up.

-What's your thoughts on the Omertas?

Oh, I'm going to be honest with you, they have a special place on my heart, there's not a single day I don't think about them what they did and keep doing.

I don't think they're a suitable sacrifice but this won't stop me to throwing every and single one of them into The Pit.

- Looks like you have something personal against them.

Is that obvious? Well, I do, and no, I won't elaborate.

- What's your thoughts on Mr. House?

Dude's a mineral and somehow still kicking everyone in the guts.

He's not so different from the Brotherhood. He only has more power.

- What's your thoughts on The Followers of the Apocalypse?

I'm on the fence about them. They're good but also not, kinda hypocritical if you want me to be honest, I think they sometimes act like everyone else is just poor lost stupid souls.

And for an anarchist group they depends an awfully lot on the NCR.

But you see, I have a talent to break bones, mine specifically, I don't know where I would be without their help. Probably alone in a shallow grave.

Oh fuck, sorry.

- What do you know about Benny?

The guys at The Tops? Head of the Chairman ? Checked train wreck?

A whole fucking lot.

If I could write it would be a hell of a book. He's an asshole as much he's ambitious.A compulsive backstabber too beautiful for his own good.

Don't underestimate him, if he have a plan for that chip of yours: Listen.

After his personal quest is completed

- So the Vipers are your family?

No No, I came out of a egg.

Yeah I guess so, I guess Ma still alive, somehow. I heard I had a sister once, ironically she didn't woke up after the Great Awakening but this was before I born.

My father....I have no idea, he was a missionary, whatever that means, i think he was sacrificed. That's all I know.

And you? Do you remember anything before the shooting?

- Yes/ No/ Just few things.

Well, maybe it's for the best, a opportunity to a fresh start.

- Let's talk about your tatics.

Constructive criticism only.

- Use a ranged weapon.

I was afraid you would say that./ Keep your distance just to be safe.

- Use a melee weapon.

No need to ask twice. / I'm already using? /Stab stab stab.

- Be agressive

Like that ever worked/ Have you noticed I'm not really an intimidating person?/ Like...angry?

- Be passive

For you? Always./ Anything for you, dear. /Oh,l I like your style.

- Wait here.

I'm not responsible for my actions from now on. / Okay I'll wait here...by myself...in this dangerous place. / Don't be long.

- let's trade equipment

These pockets are not just for Aesthetic. / If I find anything interesting I'll keep. / Be my guest.

- Overburdened

Okay, maybe it's better if my pockets just compliments my fashion sense. / Do i look like a damn Brahmin? / I knew you would break me in half but this is ridiculous.

- I would like you to go the Lucky 38.

(If his quest is not completed) The casino? At The Strip? Sorry, but I will wait for you at Freeside wandering aimlessly like a vagabond. / All those lights make me dizzy but okay / will try not steal anything there.

- Why don't go the The Strip?

Why don't you mind your own business? Sorry, it's not your fault. I just want to avoid conflict, that's all.

* In Courier's iron sight*

Do you have a death wish?/There's easier ways to get rid of me, ya know? / Of all the thing you could shove in my face, why the gun?

*Courier lays mine*

Uh...I feel like I should keep my distance./ It's a honor seeing such tatical magnificent working. / Full recovery my ass.

- It's time for us to part ways.

Awn fuck, I'm terrible with goodbyes./ I thought we had a great thing going on./ Okay, I'll go then. All by myself. In the big bad Wasteland.

*Player steals items or pickpocket*

Go, steal from the rich. / I could show you a tricky or two. / Just keep your hands off my stuff.

*Injured*

Have you seen my kidney by any chance? /Is this blood mine or yours? Nevermind. / I don't get paid enough for this.

*Crippled limb*

Quick question, bones are supposed to be inside the body, right? / It's ok, it's ok, I'm not going to cry. Not in front the mailman. / I don't think this sound is a good sign.

*Dying*

*Incomprehensible mumble* / See you in the other side. / Run...

Location

-Goodsprings

So peaceful, you can even hear the cazadores buzzing around./ Do you hear...never mind" (close to the cemitery) / Is it too much to ask to see your shallow grave?

Would you freak out if i told you never really left this grave? (By the Courier's shallow grave)

-The Strip

Can you believe a guy like *him* runs a place called The Tops?/ This place reeks of cheap cologne and bad sex. / Ugh, this lights will give me a migraine.

- Gomorrah ( unlocks completing his quest and let him in charge)

Welcome back! Thirsty? Hungry? Horny? We got you covered. / Hey if it isn't our Or Royal Highness of Vegas / Don't look in the backroom.

(If the player enter former's Clanden's secret filming room, after picking a Very Hard Lock, Claden himself will be tied up to a chair with a camera set up right before him. It's impossible to either free or kill him).

- Gomorrah / The Fort ( unlocks selling him back to The Omertas or to the Legion)

* Yawns* / Next time give me something to work with. / Already? (After the Player has sex with him in the Fort or Gomorrah)

How the hell do you still alive? / Enjoying the view, asshole? / Told you, you never left that grave.

-The Tops

Do i look presentable? / I know why we here, don't kill him, please. / I regret giving Benny that fucking gun.

- Companions

Craig Boone, why I feel a bitter taste whenever he's around?( When Boone is nearby)

Bad knees my ass, I saw him running from a cazador (when Raul is nearby)

How Grandma Lily can stand Leo? Guy's an asshole. (When Lily is nearby)

Think I have any chance? (When Arcade is nearby)

*Hums Heartaches by the Number* ( When Cass is nearby)

Don't you have to steal a child's Pib-Boy or something? (When Veronica is nearby)

[bts-we-are-bulletproof]

I don’t know why but lately I’ve been think about what comes after BTS’s reign on the world is over. Like, what happenes when they’ve outdone themselves and decide to return to a normal life (If they even can)

Like, Yoongi would probably still connect himself in some way to the industry: producing music for others or starting his own entertainment company. Joon and Hobi would probably help him. All theee of them would be blessed with daughters (rappers strangley tend to have only daughters) Hosek would have one son though. Yoongi’s girls would probably be a lot like Hobi. Hyperactive and little rays of sunshines. He’d look half dead all the time. His oldest daughter would take after him the most, and when she’s first born they’ll have daddy daughter nap sessions.

At least one of Joon’s girl would have a matching dimple and they’d end up graduating school with flying colors because they got their smarts from their father. God of Distraction who? Goddess of Distraction! Half of the things in his house will be broken...or lost. His girls will be the most opened minded little beans out there, and they’d not only be his lyrical inspiration but they’ll be his little co writers.

“What should daddy put for this line pumpkin?”

“All you haters got no jams!”

Hobi’s girls would be like Yoongi because life is freaky that way. His son though would be JUST like him. He’d call his son “Yoongs” or “Yoong Yoong” just to mess with Yoongi (but the elder secretly likes it) Hobi would be the cutest dad. He’d let his girls do his hair and make up, he’d have tea parties with them, and he’d have tickle sessions with his son. He’d let him crawl all over him, poke his cheek, squeeze his face.   

I could see Jimin starting his own dance company. A prestigious dance school that produces the worlds best dancers. Either that or he would take over his parent’s restaurant. He’d probably meet his significant other this way. They’d walk in, sit down at table with a couple of their friends and instead of sending the waiter to accompany them, he himself, after finding the most beautiful angle alive, would stride up, lean on the table, smirk and point to the photo of his abs his parents put up on the far wall years ago and say “See that? Yeah, that’s me” and then proceed to get all shy and mochi like. He would have two sons who’d both grow to be taller than him. However, like their daddy they’d be head turners. Both of them would be pleased with both the talent of singing and dancing and would most likely follow in their fathers footsteps, making a name for themselves.

Jin! Jin would most likely take a break from singing and start up an acting career. He’d become one of the most recognizable faces on the planet (not that he already isn’t) I could see him meeting his darling on the set of one his big drama’s and he’d immediately pull out the dad jokes. They wouldn’t fall for him at first (playing hard to get) even though they couldn’t deny his world wide handsomeness. Over time though he’d wear them down, and eventually they’d have one of the grandest weddings Korea has ever known. They’d be THE golden couple, and their two girls would be absolutely stunning. The Seokjin household would be chaotic AF. Jin’s girls would take on his sassy, flamboyant personality. World Wide handsome who? They only know World Wide Gorgeous. 

“Step aside, it’s WWG now!”

His girls would be SASSY, but the cutest little angles. 

Kookie would probably still continue to sing, or make his way into the film industry (direction, producing etc) or he would open up that duck meat restaurant he said he wanted to do. He’d probably be the first to get married and start a family as well. He’d meet the love of his life while filming one of his GCFs while out in public. He’d see them through his camera lens, and the rest would be history. He’d have like three kids, two boys who freakishly look like him and a beautiful baby girl he’d fight the world to protect. She’d be his youngest and the hardest to settle down when upset. When he holds her for the first time she’ll wrap her little fingers around his, and he’ll delicately sing Euphoria to her. His boys would very much take after him, and his daughter would be the toughest kookie out there. There’d be no messing with her.



Tae would probably continue to sing, but he’d also launch his acting career. Most of his movies would be produced and written by GCF. He’d meet his significant other while on set of one of his upcoming blockbuster films. He’d keep his relationship a secret for a while, but fans would start to speculate that he has the hots for someone. He’d most likely marry in secret and wouldn’t tell anyone until he was expecting his first kid. He’ll have four total. Two boys and two girls. Or, maybe he’d take over his grandma’s farm. He’d probably name it Taeberry Farm; the worlds best starwberries and produce! (If the farm also had produce) He’d live there with his wife, kids and Yeontans little family. He’d teach his kids to play the saxophone, and at every family reunion he’d jam out and play some catchy toons from his idol days. Every morning he’ll watch the sunrise.

(My gif)

All of them would make to find time for each other (Bangtan reunions) and their kids would be the best of friends.