#my oc on her way to one of her husbands gigs

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Level Up - oneshot.

Summary: Henry gets a taste of what labour pain feels like when he’s hooked up to a TENS machine…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, language, dialogue heavy, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 1323

A/N: My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Level Up - oneshot.

"So, what do you think? Buttercup Haze or Early Morning Mist?" Henry held up both paint samples as she continued flicking through the booklets spread in front of her.

"Mmm… I think they're both a bit too dark for a nursery."

"Really? Early Morning Mist is just white with a hint of green--"

"Exactly, it looks like bird shit," she sighed. "We'll have to keep looking…"

"Well I need a break, I've been looking at samples for so long I've gone cross-eyed."

"Really? I thought your eyes looked back to normal…" She smirked.

"Very funny. Be back in a tick, just gotta shake the dew off the lily--"

"At least that explains the early morning mist."

"… Bloody hell it's no wonder Dave Chapelle keeps working," she gigged. "And you're having some lunch with me when I get back as well."

"Only if you wash your hands--" but something stopped her mid-sentence. When he glanced across, her eyes were screwed shut and both hands were on her stomach.

"Darling, what's wrong? Are you in pain?!" She nodded quickly, causing Henry to shoot out of his chair and to her side. "Alright darling, just take deep breaths. Now, is it a tightening pain?"

"No… stabbing."

"Okay, and for how long?"

"Just a few seconds." She blew out a breath and Henry could feel his heart thumping in his chest.

"Well, let's get you in the living room so you can lie down. And then I'll call the midwife…" He pulled her up from the chair and guided her carefully onto the sofa in the next room.

"No, I don't think there's any need…" But sitting down caused her to cry out.

"Right, that's it, we're going to the hospital!"

"Henry, relax… it'll pass."

"But you just cried out!"

"Yeah, cos it's round ligament pain! It always gets worse when you move…"

"Are you sure? You don't look the best--"

"Charming…"

"Ollie, be serious, you could be going into early labour!" She rolled her eyes.

"Don't be silly--"

"You're not bleeding or anything are you?"

"No, darling. But you might need to go fetch the TENS machine…"

"The what machine?"

"It looks like the moisture meter you bought when the kitchen flooded… except it's got leads connected to electrodes."

"… Are you sure I can't just use the moisture meter?" She shot Henry a death stare. "Alright, alright! God I was just trying to introduce a bit of levity!" But her death stare remained and he rushed into the kitchen. "Which drawer is it in?"

"Should be the one on the top left…"

"Okay… think I've got it." He jogged back into the living room clutching a thick knot of wires. "Might take me a minute to get all of this untangled--"

"Nope, give it here, by the time you'll be finished I really will be in labour…"

"Hey, I'm not that hopeless!"

"Oh please, you didn't get the Christmas lights untangled till Boxing Day…"

"Well, it's good to see you're not in so much pain you can't still have a go at me!"

"Just give me the bloody wires!" Henry held them aloft.

"Say please…"

"Henry, you give me those wires right now or I'll hook you up to this bloody thing!" He pursed his lips but handed them over all the same.

"I thought it was meant to provide pain relief?"

"It does, but on the higher levels it simulates labour pain."

"Really? What for?" She shrugged.

"To torture idiot husbands, I guess."

"Oh please, I bet I've had shits more painful."

"As reluctant as I am to doubt that, there's no way you'd cope with the pain this dishes out."

"Rubbish, I've run full marathons, had major ligament injuries--"

"Cos both those examples are totally comparable to giving birth…"

"I'm not saying it isn't painful, just that it's a bit exaggerated."

"Is that right?"

"Yeah, pass it over and I'll show you."

"You'll have to wait your turn, I'm growing a baby with its dad's big nose and it's making my tummy hurt…"

"How do you know you're not hurting because its arse is growing like yours?" The death stare returned, followed by a smirk.

"Fine. If you really think you're up to it, stick these to the base of your stomach…" Henry lifted up his shirt and wriggled his eyebrows. She rolled her eyes and attached both electrodes. "By the way, you'll want to sit or lie down for this."

"Nonsense, it can't be that bad." She smiled again and hastily turned on the machine. He stayed standing but quickly began giggling. "Hey, that tickles! Oh my God, is this what all the fuss is about? You women--" but the expression on Henry's face soon changed and he swallowed hard.

"What were you saying?"

"Nothing…"

"Are you sure? You're not in pain are you?" He took a deep breath and tried to stand straighter.

"Nah, it's more of a pleasant warming sensation actually…"

"Oh, I must not have it high enough." She pressed the top arrow on the little machine several more times. Henry was now biting his lip. "How's that?"

"Mhmm…"

"Sorry, what was that?"

"S'fine."

"Really?" He nodded but began shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Well, I must say I'm impressed. I usually can't go beyond that level. Let's go a little higher…" Henry's eyes went wide before quickly screwing shut. In just seconds he was bent over. "How're you doing now?" Henry didn't need to look at her to know she was grinning. He started taking deeper breaths.

"Yeah… a bit… intense… but… nothing… I… can't… handle."

"Wow, I guess you really are tougher. We're not at the higher levels yet though…" Henry's head shot up.

"What?! How… much… more?" He squeaked out.

"Well, let's see…" Gleefully, she pressed the button a couple more times. Henry cried out and collapsed to the floor. He hugged his knees and rocked from side to side, though it provided little relief. "Ready to give up?"

"… No!" In response, she pressed the button again and the machine even started to hum its output was so high. Henry screamed.

"What about now?" By that time he was curled into a ball, unable to answer at first. "Darling? Blink if you want me to stop." Henry's eyes squeezed shut. "Darling was that a blink or are you having a seizure?" He rolled onto his back and started groaning. "We'll go higher then, yeah?"

"NO!!!"

"Are you sure?"

"YES, TURN IT OFF, TURN IT OFF!!!"

"Are you going to apologise for your earlier remarks about women?"

"NOWWWWWW!!!"

"Well, are you?!"

"YES, YES JUST TURN IT OFF!"

"Apologise first."

"I'M SORRYYYYYY!!!" She smiled and switched the machine off. All Henry could do was lay panting in the middle of the living room floor. "Jesus Christ… I'm actually sweating!"

"Really? Cos I'm actually feeling a lot better…" He slowly climbed to his feet, clutching his stomach as he did so.

"By God woman, what level did you have it on really?!" Henry slumped beside her and grabbed the machine. "Oh my God, you were nowhere near finished!"

"Exactly, now imagine a higher level of the pain you just felt, for possibly days on end. Still think labour's a piece of piss?" To his credit, he looked genuinely contrite.

"I'm so sorry, darling. And I'm sorry that's what you have to go through just to bring our baby into the world…" Henry looked down sadly and she cupped his face, placing a kiss on one sweaty cheek.

"It's alright, love. But that's why I need you by my side, helping me through it--"

"Well rest assured, I'm going to do everything I can! Though by the time you're done with me, I'll probably need pain relief as well…" She took his hand and placed a kiss on top of it. "No different than any other day, then." They smirked at each other and shared a kiss.

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 6) Chapter Eleven

Father Figure! Lucifer Morningstar x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Eleven: Someone’s gotta keep Things from going to Hell

Summary: Lucifer finds the answer to God's retirement. God has other plans, and an era comes to an end.

Mouse Note: I'm so sorry this is late I forgot to post it! (Family creates chaos, as I've found)

            “(Y/N), I found the answer,” said Lucifer, grinning ear-to-ear.

            “Answer to what?” said (Y/N), not looking up from their work.

            “God’s retirement,” said Lucifer proudly.

            “My beach idea?” said (Y/N).

            “No,” said Lucifer. “That would be my retirement as God.” (Y/N) laughed. “No, I listened to what He needed. I realized only one thing would be truly fulfilling.”

            “What?” asked (Y/N), actually looking up. This made them curious.

            “Come to Lux tonight and find out!” said Lucifer, turning away.

            (Y/N) groaned. If he’s being dramatic and mysterious, that can’t be good.

            Undoubtedly, though, they were going.

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            Lucifer eagerly waited at the bar of Lux, and (Y/N) gave themself way too many maraschino cherries than would usually be used in a Shirley Temple.

            “Lucifer!” greeted Amenadiel as he entered and walked down the empty stairs. God sood beside him. “Why’d you call us here, brother?” He looked at (Y/N). “Good evening.”

            “Hey,” said (Y/N), waving and taking a sip of their drink.

            “What is that?” asked God curiously.

            “Give me a second.” (Y/N) grabbed the ingredients again. “This is better than wine, I can tell you that.”

            “How do you know that?” said Lucifer.

            (Y/N) ignored him and poured God a drink as God smiled. God took a sip and nodded.

            “Delicious,” He agreed.

            “I know, right?” said (Y/N), grinning.

            “Now, son, why are we here?” said God, looking at Lucifer.

            “Well.” Lucifer straightened and smiled. “After finally listening to what Dad’s been telling me all along, I realized there’s only one thing that’s gonna make His retirement fulfilling. So I enlisted Gabriel’s help to make it happen.”

            (Y/N) and Amenadiel looked at Lucifer in confusion.

            “Did you know our sister can deliver a message anywhere?” said Lucifer. “And I mean…anywhere.” He gestured to the stairs behind them.

            Everyone turned around. They stared.

            The Goddess of All Creation, God’s ex-wife, Mistress of the Universe—Missy (in (Y/N)’s mind)—stood before them. She smiled and walked towards them.

            Amenadiel looked at Lucifer, who nodded softly. That was really their mother.

            “Mother?” said Amenadiel as she stepped towards them.

            “Hello, my sweet boy.” She smiled. Her smile fell slightly. “Husband.”

            “Wife.” God was just staring at her. This was the first time He’d seen her in person for millennia. He moved towards her.

            “Lucifer, how?” whispered (Y/N).

            “Well, it wasn’t easy,” said Lucifer. “Mom says she only has enough juice for this one time.”

            “I never thought I’d see you again,” said God.

            “I never thought I’d see you retire,” said Missy.

            “Hm.” God smiled slightly. “Well, like I’ve always said, it’s a tough gig. But you understand that now that you’re doing it.”

            “I don’t find it nearly as difficult as you made it out to be,” denied Missy, but there was no malice in her words.

            God chuckled and smiled. “Then clearly you’re better at it than I ever was. No surprise in that.”

            Missy smiled at Him. “Well, I must admit, though, it does get lonely at the top.”

            “Lucifer, you don’t have to become God anymore,” whispered Amenadiel as God and Missy spoke quietly to one another.

            Cute reunion, thought (Y/N).

            “I found out Dad’s not losing His powers,” said Amenadiel.

            (Y/N) looked at Amenadiel and frowned. “What?”

            “Michael was gaslighting Him,” said Amenadiel.

            I really hate him, thought (Y/N).

            “It’s all been inside his head,” said Amenadiel.

            “Michael?” Lucifer scoffed. “Well, he won’t get away with that sort of thing when I’m in charge.”

            “Brother, do you hear what I’m saying?” said Amenadiel. “Dad’s fine. He can keep being God. Everything can go back to normal. Everything.”

            “Can we still do something about Michael?” muttered (Y/N). Michael seriously needs to be humbled.

            Lucifer’s eyes drifted to God and Missy, who leaned in to kiss one another. The reunion was going very well. (Y/N) smiled to themself.

            “We can be a family again,” said Amenadiel softly to Lucifer.

            Lucifer chuckled wryly. “Wonderful. Except for the part where I don’t get to become God and prove that I’m worthy.”

            Ah, so that’s what it’s about. His self-esteem. (Y/N)’s gaze softened. “Dad.” They touched his arm. “You are worthy. Of everything. You don’t need to prove it to anyone.” They squeezed his hand. “You just need to see it yourself.”

            Lucifer looked at them, and he smiled. If only he could see himself the way they saw him. He wasn’t good enough for them. Not nearly enough.

            “Lucifer. Amenadiel. (Y/N),” said Missy. They all looked at her. She and God were holding hands, standing together like a loving married couple should. “We’ve made our decision about God’s retirement.

            Lucifer put a smile on his face. “Ah, sunny Florida? Silver City?” He tried to clear away his self-doubts.

            “Actually…” Missy looked at God with a gentle smile. “We decided…we’re moving to my universe.”

            Amenadiel and Lucifer’s smiles fell. (Y/N) stared in surprise.

            “What?” said Amenadiel. “But you’re…both here.” He swallowed. “Together.”

            “Yeah,” said Lucifer faintly.

            “You’re just gonna…leave us again?” said Amenadiel. He blinked as his eyes burned. “Without any ability to come back?!”

            “Your mother spent a long time in my world,” said God gently. “It’s my turn to spend time in hers.”

            “Dad—” Lucifer stammered over the word and swallowed. Suddenly seeing this change, something he had never aimed for or truly wanted, meant too much. It was too painful. “A-A word, please.”

            God nodded. He cupped Amenadiel’s face gently, and Amenadiel gazed back at Him tearfully. God walked towards Lucifer’s at the other end of the bar.

            (Y/N) watched them go. They knew this was the end. God was leaving. Even if Michael was interfering, God had decided to move on. He wanted to do something new with his life. (Y/N) respected it. They also felt an ache in their heart. For the father Lucifer and Amenadiel had repaired their relationship with leaving. For the father all of the angels would miss. For the God the world wouldn’t know they were saying goodbye to. For the new family member (Y/N) would remember forever.

            They hoped they could carry on His kindness and compassion for the rest of their life. It was the least they could do for His memory and His legacy.

            Missy kissed Amenadiel’s forehead softly, promising him that he’d be alright. She hugged him tightly. “I am so…so sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye last time.”

            “No, I never blamed you, Mom,” said Amenadiel.

            “No.” Missy chuckled and smiled. “Of course you didn’t. My kindest, wisest, most perfect son. And now the perfect dad.”

            “I’m far from it,” said Amenadiel. “But…I’m trying my best.”

            “That’s what makes you perfect,” said Missy. She hugged Amenadiel again.

            With God and Lucifer, God paused after they had much of their conversation. They had said almost everything that was needed. But God still had a few more words He knew Lucifer deserved to hear.

            “At the family dinner…you were right,” He said. Lucifer looked at Him in confusion. “I could have been a better father to you.”

            Lucifer chuckled to disguise the sob that wanted to force its way out. “Well, now you forego your mysterious ways. Just as you’re leaving…?”

            “No need for them anymore now that I’m retiring,” said God. “Which means…I can say something I’ve wanted to for a long time.” Lucifer stared. “I love you, son. And I am very proud of the man you’ve become.”

            Lucifer’s lips quivered, and his heart leapt for joy. God hugged him. Lucifer sobbed and hugged Him, still a boy who needed a hug from his father.

            Lucifer swallowed. “I think Amenadiel might like to hear that, too.”

            God chuckled and held Lucifer just a little bit tighter before letting go. “I already told him. It was an emotional round of golf.” He smiled at Amenadiel and Missy, who had finished saying their goodbyes.

            “Time to go,” said Missy. “My universe needs me.” She hugged Lucifer goodbye, and God hugged Amenadiel.

            When they let go, Missy looked at (Y/N). “(Y/N).”

            (Y/N) stiffened nervously. They felt like they were intruding on a private moment. “Yes?”

            “I’m sorry again. For threatening you the last time we met. It was wrong of me,” said Missy. “And I’ve grown.”

            (Y/N) smiled at her. “I forgive you. I know you were just…confused about what to do.”

            “You’ve grown up. You’re much stronger than last time.” Missy looked at Lucifer and smiled. “You should be proud of your child.”

            “I am,” said Lucifer.

            “He’s a great dad. I wouldn’t be who I was without him,” said (Y/N). “I’m happy to be a part of this family…Grandma.”

            Missy grinned and hugged (Y/N). They hugged back. God joined a moment later.

            “Goodbye, (Y/N),” He said. “It was wonderful to meet you. I know you’re going to great things as you continue to grow.”

            “Goodbye,” said (Y/N), hugging Him. “I’m going to miss you…Grandpa.”

            God chuckled. Missy stepped back. God squeezed them a moment longer and whispered, “Take good care of things.” He stepped back.

            (Y/N) smiled. “Someone’s gotta keep things from going to Hell.” They grinned, trying not to tear up themself.

            “Indeed,” said God, chuckling. “And who better than you?” Missy smiled and took His hand. The pair walked a few steps away.

            “Dad, wait,” called Amenadiel. God paused and looked back. “You forgot to name your successor.”

            God smiled. “You’ll figure it out.”

            “Back to your mysterious ways already,” said Lucifer, still swallowing back tears. (Y/N) hugged him, and he hugged them back. They watched God and Missy with a bittersweet ache in their chest.

            “All part of my plan,” said God.

            “Plan…” said Lucifer softly.

            God and Missy went to the stage of Lux and drew back the curtains to reveal a shining golden light. Beyond it was a field of green—Missy’s universe waiting.

            “How much of this was your plan?” said Lucifer, looking at God.

            He chuckled mysteriously.

            “Goodbye, my loves,” said Missy.

            They stepped forward, and the curtains fell closed behind them. God and Missy were gone.

            Lucifer and Amenadiel let out long sights. (Y/N) pulled Amenadiel into the side hugs they were giving. They all stood in silence, letting the moment pass on its own.

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            “How is he?” asked Chloe quietly.

            (Y/N) had invited her over as Lucifer just stared out over LA from the penthouse. They knew he needed support, and they wanted every piece of support he had. Amenadiel had his son and Linda to help him. Lucifer had them and Chloe.

            “It’s bittersweet,” said (Y/N). “I think he just needs us to be there with him.”

            Chloe nodded, and the pair walked towards Lucifer.

            “Hi,” said Chloe softly.

            “I brought Chloe, Dad,” said (Y/N).

            Lucifer nodded and smiled slightly. “Thank you.”

            “How are you holding up?” asked Chloe.

            “Oh, nothing lasts forever, I suppose,” said Lucifer.

            “Do you need anything?” said Chloe.

            Lucifer shook his head. “Just time.”

            “Alright,” said Chloe. “But (Y/N) and I are here.”

            “Forever,” said (Y/N), smiling. “Because family is the one thing that lasts forever.” They tapped his heart. “There.”

            “That was cheesy,” said Lucifer.

            “I try to be nice, and that’s what I get,” sighed (Y/N). Lucifer chuckled and hugged them from the side. Chloe shook her head in amusement.

            Flap! “Lucifer!”

            Lucifer groaned and turned around. It was Remiel.

            “Where is Father?” said Remiel.

            “Uh, excuse us, we were having a moment,” grumbled Lucifer.

            “Where is He?” repeated Remiel.

            “Gone. Retired. Eternally unavailable,” said Lucifer.

            “Did He name His successor?” said Remiel.

            “No, He said it was up to us to figure it out,” said Lucifer.

            “What’s the matter?” asked (Y/N).

            “Can we talk?” Remiel glanced at Chloe and (Y/N). “Without the child and human?”

            “No,” said Lucifer. “Whatever you want to say, you can say in front of both of them.”

            “So be it,” said Remiel distrustfully. “Upon returning to the Silver City, I discovered something alarming. Michael’s been gathering support from the others.”

            “Support for what?” said Chloe.

            “Don’t tell me…” groaned (Y/N), narrowing their eyes.

            “Michael wants to be God,” said Lucifer. “The sneaky bastard. I bet this was his plan all along.”

            The shadows around (Y/N) waved back and forth angrily as they shifted. They hated the idea.

            “If it’s up to our brothers and sisters, it looks like he has a good shot,” said Remiel. She paused. “Which is why, and I cannot believe I’m saying this…” She took a knee. “I am backing you, Lucifer. I may not like you, but I hate Michael even more.”

            It’s like the presidential elections, thought (Y/N).

            “Now there’s a ringing endorsement for my campaign poster,” said Lucifer, not disparaged by the slight insult.

            Remiel stood and nodded. “Michael would never suspect I’d take your side. So, I’ll find out what he’s up to.”

            “I think if I just get another chance to hit him we’d be fine. I’m like…3-0 against him. 4-0 if you count the family dinner,” said (Y/N).

            “The Apocalypse does not count as a win, you are not going close to him,” said Lucifer firmly.

            (Y/N) huffed. They really wanted another chance to hand Michael’s ass to him. They hadn’t gotten a proper chance after the Apocalypse.

            “Whatever Michael’s up to, it can’t be good,” said Chloe.

            “And knowing my brother, he won’t be wasting any time,” said Lucifer. “So, if anyone notices anything, let someone know immediately.”

            Chloe nodded.

            (Y/N) nodded firmly. Michael would not win. Not with them around.

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yo gang another hiccup fic. if the pacing is off i’m so sorry i shaved like 600 words off it because it got too off topic. also i think the lack of more hiccuping is because im still getting used to writing this stuff without being embarrassed LMAO

cannibalism fic coming soon :) started it today and it is Very Fun hehe

content warning for:

not a lot! hiccuping mostly, but there’s no real obvious arousal from skipper. she’s just kind of into her husband all around. but it was WRITTEN for kink enjoyment even if there’s like none of it because of the aforementioned deep rooted embarrassment within myself. i luv my ocs guyse :)

Skipper yawned, put the car in park, and took a moment in the car to breathe. She loved modeling deeply - her choice in career path was not something that she’d ever regret. But she had just spent six hours on set wearing sundresses for the upcoming spring season in the chill of mid-winter, her hair and makeup constantly switching to match the next design she was modeling. It was a wonder that her extremities hadn’t frozen off yet. It felt close to it.

Now, in the comfort of the heated car, wearing her favourite moss green cardigan with the cute little embroidered sheep on the pockets, Skipper could exist in silence for the first time that day.

She loved her husband. Honestly, the only thing getting her through the day was the joy that came bubbling under the surface, knowing that Elliot was waiting for her. His day off had coincided with the gig, unfortunately, but Elliot had promised that he’d do all the chores for her so that she had nothing to worry about. Skipper loved it when he acted all househusband-y; one day she’d convince him to wear that little apron she had bought. Although, she knew he’d probably rather die than wear it, even if it was only for her in the safety of their bedroom.

Taking one more breath, Skipper opened the door to her car and stepped out into the cool winter air. Her boots clicked against the concrete pathway that led from the driveway to the house. The house was on the smaller side, coloured a soft brown with a dark roof, shrubbery sitting beside the three steps that led up to the front door. She gazed at the plant life. It would be time to clip it back soon.

She opened the door and stepped inside. Immediately the warm of the heater burrowed into her cold skin, warming her from inside out. She shrugged off the cardigan, draping it over her arm.

“Hi baby, I’m home.”

Elliot didn’t answer. She assumed that the man couldn’t hear her over the sound of the television. The television wasn’t usually up so loud. It wasn’t worrying, of course; just confusing.

She sat by the front door on the little bench they kept close by, taking off her boots and then sitting them by the door, all nice and ordered, before she made her way deeper into the house.

The hallway led to an archway to the right, which led into the living room. The television was on, of course, showing some kind of superhero film from Netflix. She could see Elliot’s socked feet hanging over the side of the couch. He was too tall for the couch when he tried to lay on it lengthwise. Skipper herself was close to being too tall.

“Hey,” she greeted her husband, leaning over the back of the couch to press a kiss to his head. He flinched in surprise, rolling onto his back to meet her gaze. He looked bashfully at her.

“Hi,” he answered, voice tense. There was a pause before he answered again, chest jumping.

Skipper raised a brow, lips curling into an amused smile. “Hi,” she said for the third time. “You good?”

“Yeah - hmk! Ugh. Hiccups.”

His cheeks flushed, he cleared his throat, only causing another squeaky hip! to escape his lips.

“Why’s the television up so high?”

“I’m- hmk! I’m losing f- hilp! focus. The,” another pause, and he visibly tried to swallow back another hiccup. “Hiccups are too loud.”

Skipper giggled, finding the situation quite funny, and super cute. Gosh, everything Elliot did was so cute.

“Hmm, that’s no good,” she teased, walking around the couch to perch herself on the edge of the couch, her manicured fingers carding through his hair. Elliot’s lips were pressed together. He had bemoaned at length that he disliked how squeaky his hiccups were, and indeed, they were. At least, for more masculine standards. It wasn’t like Skipper had a lot of experience hearing men hiccup, really, having spent her childhood in private all-girl schools, and then years in a female modeling agency surrounded by women.

Elliot didn’t seem particularly bothered by the hiccups, but he had always been more inclined to embarrassment than anything. He was soft, easily flustered. Years of walking around in front of strangers in dresses barely covering her backside, tripping over her own heels, or her skirt catching and ripping on snags in sets had left Skipper less prone to embarrassment, able to take things in stride better than her husband.

“It’s been.. HUP!” (at that surprisingly loud hiccup, Elliot flushed deeper and shifted his gaze away from Skipper) “It’s b-hilk! been like, forty-five mhilk! minutes since it started.”

Skipper made a sympathetic hum. “Guessing nothing helped?”

He shook his head, eyes trained on the television. “I mhk! I did chores, by the way.”

Smiling, she leaned down and pressed a kiss to his head again. “Oh, you’re a sweetheart. You’re perfect.”

Flustered, Elliot sat up and pushed Skipper away. His head rocked back as another hiccup, sufficiently muffled by his closed mouth, thumped his chest. Clearing his throat, he knocked his elbow with hers.

“‘m not per- HMK! perfect, Skipper.”

“You are, but sure. Let’s pretend, for like, a minute that you aren’t - what’s your damage babe! I think it’s at the very very super duper least that, like, doing all the chores is a perfectly gentlemanly thing to do for your wife!”

Elliot considered that, exhaling slowly through his nose, the action interspersed with his hiccups. His face screwed up. “I d- hmk! don’t know if I hulp! agree, Skip.”

Sitting herself on her husband’s lap, the blonde giggled. Her thin hands cupped his cheeks, thumbs brushing over his skin, and then slowly trailed down his neck, his chest. Her eyes shifted to her hands, watching as they jumped every time his chest did. She could feel his heart thumping against her palms through the fabric of his shirt.

“Hmm, did I ask if you agreed?” She teased. “I don’t recall asking for your opinion. Why are you so against it, anyway!”

Skipper leaned forward, pressing her forehead against his. He responded by opening his mouth to protest, although with another soft hiccup he closed his mouth again. She kissed the tip of his nose, moving down to kiss his throat. The feeling of the hitching against her lips was euphoric. He whined softly at her kissing. Having him at her mercy was always her favorite.

“Hilp! Stop, Skipper,” he huffed, another sharp hiccup interrupting his breathing as he exhaled shakily. Skipper’s teeth caught the soft skin of his throat, letting out a quiet giggle, her lips sucking at his skin.

“Not until you stop ruining this with your hiccups.”

Almost instinctively, Elliot pointedly held his breath, Skipper pulling back and grinning at her husband. Her hands rested on his chest, waiting impatiently.

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 264. brb x oc

a/n: MAV AND ROOSTER MAV AND ROOSTER (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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“I am spent.” she announces as she falls back on their bed, arms up to the pillows and her eyes partially open to look towards the ceiling. It was a long day, both agreed to order pizza and now they were enjoying the downtime, “I forgot how tiring it is.”

Rooster chuckled as he settled onto the bed beside her, sighing once he was comfortable. He reached over and gently ruffled her hair. "Well, you did spend the day having your beauty captured… I'd say it's worth the exhaustion."

Beatrice let out a contented sigh. "Yeah…photoshoots are a lot of work but-" she yawns quietly “but worth it…you did great too.”

“Hm?”

“Your first model gig.” she smiles, “My husband is very handsome and is now a model.” she was so tired her eyes barely opened, but she managed to poke his defined chest with her finger, ‘Boop.”

Rooster chuckled at her playful boop and leaned over to give her a gentle kiss on the forehead. "Well, I'm just glad I could help and make your day special, Bea. You looked stunning out there, by the way."

Beatrice let out a drowsy giggle at his words. "You're just saying that because you're biased."

Rooster shrugged with a grin. "Maybe I am, but it doesn't make it any less true."

Beatrice's eyes fully closed now as she snuggled deeper into the bed, nestling her head into Rooster's chest. "Flatterer... You know how to make a girl feel special."

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, and whispered softly, "That's because you are special, Bea.” he stops speaking when he sees her chest move slowly, she was out like a light, her whole body was soft and her brown hair was sprawled over the mattress. He cautiously adjusted himself so she could get comfortable, placing a pillow under her head as he sat up.

He wasn’t that tired yet, so he was probably going to read something or watch some tv. Nicole was already sleeping and the dogs were in their usual spots…he could figure something else to do. 

With Beatrice sound asleep beside him and the room filled with the soft hum of relaxation, Rooster decided to take advantage of this quiet moment. He carefully extricated himself from the bed, making sure not to disturb his slumbering wife. Tucking the blanket around her, he leaned in and pressed a loving kiss to her forehead before quietly slipping out of the room, stopping when she hummed happily, snuggling the blanket close to her face.

Rooster made his way to the living room, where he settled onto the couch. He had a few precious hours of solitude, and he intended to make the most of them. As he pondered what to do, his eyes fell on the bookshelf in the corner of the room. It held an array of books, some well-worn from years of reading, and others waiting to be explored.

And honestly, when was the last time he read?

Well,maybe when Beatrice told him to read Lord of the Rings before they even dated. And that was four years ago.

“Hmm…no it’s too long.” he mutters, tapping his hands on the couch as he thinks about what he should do, “Let’s see…” he frowns a bit, then looks around for the remote, ‘Maybe I should just watch something,” he tells himself, relaxing a bit on the couch as he turns the tv on…keeping a low volume to not wake his girls up.

Rooster leaned back on the couch, the soft glow of the television casting a warm light in the dimly lit living room. He scrolled through the channels, searching for something that caught his interest. It had been a while since he'd had the luxury of time to simply relax and watch TV. 

He missed being able to sit down and unwind, even if he wanted to be all over the place.

Finally, he settled on Peaky Blinders. It seemed they could never finish the series and he wondered if one day they’d ever achieve that. He looks down at the list, trying to find the last episode he watched and then snapped his fingers, “Water.” he says, pushing himself up towards the kitchen, waking Jolene in the process. The pitbull followed him with her head, then stretched and joined him within a few seconds.

As Rooster made his way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, Jolene followed closely behind. She wagged her tail as he opened the fridge and filled a glass, her brown eyes filled with affection. Rooster couldn't help but smile at her while he plopped some ice cubes in his glass.

"Thirsty, girl?" he asked, kneeling down to pet Jolene's head. She responded with a contented sigh and a lick to his hand,before trotting to her water bowl. With his glass of water in hand, Rooster returned to the living room glass tilted to his mouth and water going down his throat…and then he stopped.

He stops and looks over some of the picture frames on the wall. 

The one with his dad, the one he had in his old apartment and where both he and Bea chose to keep above their piano was tilted. He frowns a bit, crunching an ice cube and walks closer to have a better look. “Huh.” he says, “It is an old frame so,it could be that.” the light from the tv hits the glass, shining part of his face on the reflection.

He blinks, narrowing his gaze because was his father’s picture that high quality? It was taken in the mid-eighties, it shouldn’t be that  crisp in color. Jolene stops a few feet from him, frozen, and he looks back at her with a frown, “What is it Jojo?” he asks and the pittie carefully rushes to his side, sitting in front of his legs and peeking over his calf towards the tv.

As Rooster continued to study the photograph, he noticed that something was off about the background. And then he saw his dad’s head move.

“Holy shit!”

His unexpected outburst startled Jolene, who quickly retreated and dashed up the stairs in a panic. At the same time, Eleanor sprang into action, barreling out of Nicole's nursery with a frantic chorus of barks. Her nails skidded on the wooden floor as she raced down the staircase, her protective instincts kicking in until she stopped by the front door.

The commotion was enough to jolt both Nicole and Beatrice out of their peaceful moments Her baby girl's startled crying filled the room, and Beatrice quickly stepped out of their room into the nursery, her brow furrowed with concern once she came back out.

"Rooster, what happened? Are you okay?" Beatrice's voice was laced with worry as she bounced Nicole gently in her arms, trying to soothe her daughter's distress.

Rooster slowly tore his gaze away from the photograph and turned to face Beatrice, his expression a picture of shock and confusion. He struggled to find the right words to explain what he had just witnessed.

"I... I don't know," he stammered, his voice trembling. "I was just getting some water, and I noticed the photo of my dad. It... I…I must be tired or something.”

Beatrice furrowed her brows, then walked down the stairs, still trying to comfort Nikki. "What happened?”

“...I…I’m pretty sure I saw his head move or something.” he laughs embarrassedly. Still trying to calm his heart down.

Beatrice blinked at him while approaching. She carefully held Nicole as she took a closer look at the photograph in question.  As she examined the picture of Rooster's dad, she frowns more, “...it looks the same to me,Roos."

Rooster ran a shaky hand through his hair, still trying to make sense of what he had seen. "I swear, Bea, it was like he moved for a split second. I know it sounds crazy, but I saw it." he gestures to it again, “It was like..a reflection or something,I don’t know.”

Beatrice exchanged a glance with Rooster before returning her focus to the photograph. She studied it carefully, looking for any hint of movement or distortion. Everything appeared normal.

"I don't see anything, Rooster," she said softly. "But…well…”

“What?”

“I mean…considering everything we’ve seen, and how you did think you saw your dad before…would that be so outlandish?” she asks softly, “Especially after what my aunt Martha said?”

Rooster's mind raced as he considered Beatrice's words. He had, after all, experienced some inexplicable events before.. And Beatrice's aunt Martha had shared unsettling stories about the supernatural…more than once. 

Taking a deep breath, Rooster finally managed to speak more coherently. "You're right, Bea. It might not be as crazy as it sounds.”

Beatrice nodded, her gaze still fixed on the photograph. "It could be a sign or a message, or it could be nothing at all." she pauses, “You noticed this has been happening um…more now, since you're about to leave and be promoted to Lieutenant-Commander?”

"Yea…," he finally said, his voice regaining some steadiness. "It's just... you think he wants to tell me something?"

Beatrice gently rocked Nicole in her arms, her brow furrowed with concern as she shrugs . "Maybe,I know It's a lot to handle, especially with everything else going on. But if…your dad just wants to be with you, I mean, it’s not so bad."

Rooster nodded, his thoughts swirling as he considered the possibility that his father might be trying to communicate with him. "Yeah, you're right. If it is him, maybe he just wants to be a part of what's happening

Beatrice smiled warmly at him, bouncing a quieting Nicole this time, the little girl looked annoyed. "Exactly, Rooster. And who knows, it could be his way of being proud of you. Like my aunt said.”

“Yeah…” he pauses. “...I might…need to talk to Mav tomorrow.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,I want to know…some things.”

-

He had never stayed with Mav when Beatrice was at work, in fact he wasn’t used to driving towards this area when the sun was already setting, it made him a bit tense and his eyes kept moving to Nicole who was happily babbling on the back seat.

Mav,when he heard he was bringing Nicole, immediately decided they could come as soon as they wanted. In fact, Rooster could see his uncle standing outside, hands on his hips and the wind making his jacket move a bit, “Well” he begins, “Your grand-uncle is waiting for you Nikki.” her attention turned to him, ‘Grandpa Mav is very excited to see you.”

Rooster pulled the car to a stop when he saw Mav, who immediately grinned back at him. He wasted no time, much like before, to open the back door and lean over Nikki.

He unbuckled Nicole from her car seat, and the little girl's eyes widened with delight when she saw Mav  "Hey there, Nikki," he cooed, lifting her out of the car seat. "Ooof! You are getting so big,” he says, bouncing the little girl on his arms and nodding when she showed him her rubber giraffe, “Yes,yes,very nice.”

Nicole giggled in response, her tiny fingers reaching out to pat Mav's weathered face. "G-pa Mav," she babbled with a big, few teethed grin.

Mav chuckled at her response. "That's right, sweetie. I'm G-pa Mav, and I'm so happy to see you today." he kisses her cheek, “Thank you for making your dad bring you over,I love your company!”

Rooster rolled his eyes with a sigh leaving his lips, then walked up to Mav with a small grin, “Hey Mav, thanks for meeting us tonight.” his uncle waved his hand as he took Nicole inside, completely ignoring Rooster. His nephew pursed his lips, then followed, even if a bit annoyed, “Listen,Mav-”

Mav was completely engrossed with Nicole, his attention fully devoted to the little bundle of joy in his arms. He tickled her gently and made funny faces, eliciting peals of laughter from the baby. It was clear that Nicole had captured his heart, and for a moment, Rooster couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. After all, she was his daughter, and he had something important he wanted to discuss with Mav.

As they entered, Rooster decided it was time to get his uncle's attention. "Mav," he called out, trying to break through the spell Nicole had cast on the older man.

Mav finally tore his gaze away from Nicole, his warm green eyes meeting Rooster's. "Oh, sorry, Rooster. She's just too adorable. What were you saying?"

Rooster cleared his throat, feeling a bit flustered. "It's okay, I understand. I just wanted to talk to you about something important. It won't take long."

Mav nodded and carefully set Nicole down on a soft blanket on the floor, surrounded by her toys. She immediately began to play, her curious eyes exploring her surroundings. "Alright, shoot. What's on your mind?"

Rooster took a deep breath and tried to find the right words. "Well, you know I'm being deployed soon, and I wanted to discuss some…things."

Mav looked at Rooster with a chuckle making it’s way out, he looked very amused. "Alright. What is it?”

“Have you ever…dreamt of my dad after he died?” he better cut to the chase, it’d be much better to make this short.

Mav's expression shifted from amusement to a more contemplative one. He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes distant as if lost in thought. After a brief pause, he finally spoke, his voice quiet and hesitant.

"Yeah, I have," Mav admitted. "I've had dreams about Goose." and the shadow of guilt in his eyes was so heavy Rooster immediately regretted asking.

Of course he dreamt with him, he was there when his father died.

“And um…” Rooster scratches his forehead, choosing how exactly he’d ask this, “Well…were dreams…the only way you’d see him?”

Mav's eyes remained fixed on the floor as he spoke, his tone quiet and hesitant. He inhales with a soft chuckle, shaking his head a bit "Damn, bringing out the big guns,huh?"

“I’m curious,Mav.”

“I uh…” Mav rubs his forehead with his thumb, then drags the hand down his face, “Listen,Brad…I…I still…I still have issues dealing with his death. He was my best friend, I don’t–” Rooster knew he was saying that out of fear of being judged and he chose to stay quiet for now, let Mav finish his thoughts while he stood close by.

Rooster watched Mav as his uncle struggled to find the right words. He understood the pain that still lingered after the loss of his father, and he didn't want to push Mav into a difficult conversation. The weight of Goose's absence hung heavy in the room.

Mav finally sighed, his voice tinged with sadness. "I still can't believe he's gone, you know? It's been so many years, but it feels like it was just yesterday. Goose was like a brother to me, and losing him was one of the hardest things I've ever had to endure."

Rooster nodded in understanding, feeling the ache in his own heart. "I know…But I want to know if you've had any…signs or experiences that made you feel like he's still around, even in some small way."

Mav's gaze lifted, and he looked at Rooster with  his brows furrowed. "Signs? What do you mean?"

Rooster hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to explain the inexplicable. "I mean, have you ever felt like he's trying to communicate with you, even from the other side? Or have you had any unusual experiences that made you feel like he's still a part of our lives?"

Mav placed his hands on his hips. "I can't say I've ever had any experiences like that. I wish I had, but it's been mostly dreams for me."

Rooster's heart sank a little, “Ah.” he mutters, “So I’m going crazy maybe-no,I’m not, it’s–” he rubs his eyes, “Mav I saw my dad.”

Cue to the most deafening silence that had ever surrounded the two…with the occasional babbling from Nicole. Both men stared at each other, Rooster with his hands on his hips, lips hidden under his mustache and Mav with his eyes wide, mirroring his nephew’s pose.

Finally, Mav broke the silence, after a few seconds. His eyes about to pop out of his head and honestly, Rooster wouldn’t be surprised if his uncle somewhat fainted in a matter of seconds.

“What?!”

[prettyyoungandbored]

I Wanna See You - Danny Cordray

Pairing: Danny Cordray x Fem!OC

Author’s Note: Oop I did it again.

NOT MY GIF

Rays of the Saturday morning sun blinded Tessa as she grumbled awake.

She looked over to see Danny fast asleep beside her. Memories from last night flooded into her mind.

Public School was flooded with people. The people from the office who showed up were Andy, Oscar, Meredith, Erin, Gabe, Kevin, Ryan, Kelly, and Phyllis who went with her husband, Bob Vance of Vance Refrigerations.

She was relieved the camera crew didn’t show up, despite Danny inviting them.

She greeted her co-workers briefly before making her way to the bar. She made her way through the crowd, keeping an eye out for Danny. She spotted him on the other side of the bar helping one of the bartenders. He wore a flannel shirt over a grey tee.

She made her way to his side of the bar and gently slapped the table.

“Hey Cordray!” she called out.

How he heard her over the blaring music and crowd was beyond her, but sure enough he turned to her and grinned.

He leaned on the bar. “Nice of you to show up.”

“Well, I was promised some Looney Tunes but all I see are some stupid sports games,” she replied. “So, I don’t know how long I’ll be here.”

He tilted his head. “Let me show you something.”

She pushed through the crowd again to meet him near the entrance to what was behind the bar. He pointed ahead.

“This way,” he directed.

She followed him into the pool room where on the television was an old episode of Looney Tunes.

“I told you,” he remarked.

She grinned ear-to-ear, nodding in approval. “It’ll do.”

She pulled up a seat at a nearby high table. Danny leaned on the table.

“What do you want to drink?” he asked.

“Mojito.”

“Stay right here.”

She contemplated whether or not she should stay in his bed any longer, fearing regret of any kind. She wanted to stay, but she remembered who he was.

Still, the sheets were comfy and he was awfully warm.

She laid her head back down and closed her eyes, figuring she’d go back to sleep and deal with it later. Just as she closed her eyes, she felt a weight wrap around her waist and a soft touch on her bare shoulder. Her back was met with a warmth as small breaths his the back of her head.

“Stay,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose in the crook of her neck. “I’ll make you breakfast.”

She froze in his embrace, wondering if he was sleep talking or if he was actually awake.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” he pressed.

She turned her head and sure enough, both eyes were wide open.

“I can stay for breakfast,” she said. “What are you making?”

She turned her body over to face him as Danny pulled her close to his chest. His nose nuzzled against hers.

“I make the best French toast,” he mumbled.

“Oh?”

He hummed in response, his lips grazing over hers.

“I guess I could stay for a taste,” she whispered.

She closed her eyes as his lips grazed over hers. It felt almost exactly like their first kiss.

“Can I ask you something?” she inquired.

They were sitting on the empty back patio outside the bar. They moved there after Kevin and Andy began hounding them in the pool room.

“Go for it,” Danny replied.

“What made you not want to be tied down?”

“My dad worked in an office and he hated every minute of it. Always had something negative to say. I just never wanted to be like that. Plus, you know, I like traveling so I figured I’d might as well get paid to do so.”

“Where does the bar factor in it?”

He shrugged. “Just a dream my buddies and I had. Some of our best memories happened at bars and we figured we have our own. My buddy, Pete, is the manager but we all step in and help.”

“Like bartending?”

“Yup. I did it in college and was pretty good at it.”

“You do make a damn good mojito.”

“Glad you like it.” He paused. “Can I ask you something now? Why have you stayed at Dunder Mifflin this long? Don’t get me wrong, it seems like a decent gig. But still, it’s definitely…something.”

She nodded her head. “I actually like the people. Yeah, they’re weird and some of them are a pain in the ass, but I like being around them. They make work more tolerable. Once you get to know them more, you’ll see what I mean.”

She pulled her lips back. “It was really nice of you to invite everyone.”

“Yeah, I’m glad they came out.” He paused. “I’m also glad you came out tonight.”

“I am too,” she agreed. “I told you dorks were pretty fun.”

He cracked an embarrassed smile. “Yeah, I deserved that one.”

“For what it’s worth, Pam encouraged me to come tonight,” she said. “She thought your apology was genuine enough. It also might have helped that you wrote my name for the costume contest.”

“I told you you had my vote,” he reminded her.

She pursed her lips, nodding. “You did.”

Their eyes met, staying on each other for a moment as the sounds of the other bar patrons inside and Better Than Ezra’s “Good” faded out.

His finger lifted her chin up as his lips press against hers, giving her the sweetest kiss she’d ever had in her life.

And yet, it left her wanting more.

=======================================

“Ok, this is some excellent French toast,” she complimented.

“I told you,” he remarked, sipping his coffee.

She wiped her mouth with a napkin and leaned back in the chair. “Let me get this straight - you’re good at sales, you’re good at making drinks, you’re good at kissing, you’re good at sex, AND you’re good at French toast. What can’t you do?”

He chuckled. “That’s nice of you, but could you elaborate on the good sex part?”

“No, I’m being serious,” she continued. “Like what can’t you do?”

He thought for a moment before setting down his coffee. “I can’t come up with a clever way of asking to see you again.”

Her jaw dropped. “Are you kidding me? Danny…seriously?”

He shrugged. “It was worth a shot.”

She leaned on the table. “You really wanna see me again?”

He nodded. “You free tonight?”

“Not anymore apparently,” she answered.

[medtech-mara]

For the Cyberpsychosis Ask

Can i please have for Mara:

1: Demons of War: Is there a job that has left a permanent mark on your OC?

2: Lt. Mower: What is the worst betrayal your OC has faced?

13: Seaside Cafe: Does your OC like reality shows? Would they ever be in one?

OHHHHHH I HAVE BEEN EXCITED FOR THIS ONE. We're gonna call this Thanksgiving.... Because this turkey gonna be STUFFED!!!!!

Character Key idk if you will need it but its there.

1: Demons of War: Is there a job that has left a permanent mark on your OC?

It's hard to choose, there were a few that I really want to talk about that have left marks on Mara, but one outshines them all in leaving the BIGGEST scar on Mara.

In the timeline of Legends of Night City, Night Raid was contacted by Raj, their fixer from Charter Hill, Militech had reached out to him looking for a crew that would be willing to go into the inclusion zone, having NO such team, as most of his contacts had written him off as burned, the only ones he could ask was NR. Gordie, being the silly man he is, agree'd before the rest of the team could discuss what they were getting into. Not having a good feeling about this job, Mara made her prep for not making it out alive. There was far too much risk, and too much left in the air when it came to Militech to... and Pardon my french when i say to FUCK THEM. Which.... Surprisingly didn't happen. Yet..

Mara eloped with J I H Z Z Y just a few days before the gig, to allow them to enjoy a little marital bliss, or the closest they could get to a honeymoon with such money and time constraints. Re-wrote her will, splitting money between J I H Z Z Y and Jack, if she was to meet her demise while out on this job. Lazarus was CRAWLING all over city center and planned to move into the Inclusion zone. According to the NC54, who was doing a piece with Biotechnica, you could see Marcus in he background, packing more chrome than the first time they had met, when he chanced them all thru the NID.

This job s h o o k her to the core, everytime she thought about it.

So, This Gig required them to go into the inclusion zone, which was a 1 1/2 day walk following a Militech solo "L" setting up net access in for militech. On the way, they stopped at the safehouse of an old friend of L's. Upon investigating, she saw a picture of Chae-Rin, Mara's roommate, So.... If theres a picture of her, this must be.. Jago's (Jay-go) safehouse.... One of the first members of Night Raid who was beheaded before their very eyes by Tetsuo Okaada, one of Wakako's sons. Something told Mara there was more than "L" was letting on..

Once they get to the inclusion zone, they get a notification about a bounty is near by, and frankly, no one wanted to take on more of a load than they already had. Who even knew what that bounty would even be, and who they'd be meeting at the end of that bounty to cash in to. TBH TOO RISKY considering the political stance with Biotechnica & Lazarus, Petrochem & NIGHT RAID. It requires a whole lot of explaining that I don't think anyone is prepared to handle. However, its IMPORTANT for you to know. NR passes on the bounty and choose to just get straight to the job.

Let me tell you a job has never went so fucking FLAWLESS for NR.

Look at this piece my husband did of the a scene from climbing a building to get to the top and install this antenna.

credit: @cyberpsychotic-purgatory [Image is Rockerboy J I H Z Z Y looking out at the nature(?) reclaimed city center. Mara looks back at her secret husband, the team knew something was going on between the two, but it was a big question mark in how involved they really were until the week leading up to the City Center job.]

!!!!!!CONTENT WARNING!!!!!

Like I said, things were flawless for NR, they were leaving the area... when Token (@dezthefixer, she's no longer active sadly...she retired. rip queen) rolled horribly for stealth..... Even J I H Z Z Y who rolls the worse in the whole group for everything PASSED this stealth check. Let me tell you it was the worst time too because who starts deep scanning her? Marcus from Lazarus. By the time she was able to get out "RUN" Marcus jumps from his location and landed on the ground in front of the group. This is where I issue a content warning. Point of No Return

When Marcus lands, just a few feet in front of Token, he's holding the head of the beloved combat cab driver, Boris.

"Need a Cab, Desiree Yang?" He asks as he crushes the head before Token.

(Ya'll he was there from the beginning of Night Raid, He's helped them time and time again, this was devastating to the whole group.)

During combat with Marcus, it couldn't have gone better, except "L" the militech Solo was taking the brunt of Marcus's force. The group finds out that the two have history, that Marcus tried to hook up with L, and she turned him down.

When L is about to reach her limit, Mara runs in and passes a speedheal over to give her a second wind, to keep fighting, while the rest of the team weaken him as much as we can.

If anyone in Night Raid, besides Mara gets hit by Marcus at all, they are dead. If Mara dies, theres no hope of anyone being saved with the Cryopump.

Just before L rejoins the fight again, she begins her Plight.

“We’ve got him right where we want him, let’s finish him off. What ever happens, please don’t leave me behind. I would hate to see what the plant life would do” [this requires more explaonation about how things work on our universe. I’m just giving you the boiled down info, my husband or I will go more into depth later about the inclusion zone]

She stands up, and turns to Marcus.

“You know, I didn’t turn you down that night at Gamorrah because I was scared. I turned you down because I’m spoken for.”

“You can’t mean that “Solo rat” you ran around with in city center.”

“He’s not a rat, his name was Jago (Jay-Go) and he was my husband!”

A shock to everyone on the battlefield in this moment. Gotta understand, Jago was an OG member, he had a mainline, was warming up to Mara (before his death 💀) and now we’re being told the man was married TOO? How does he have the time for all these women and to make a living? (Oh right, two of those pretty women were work involved)

The fight between Marcus and L continues as the Borg’d corpo titans exchange blows, with what little you could see with both of their sandi’s going. The victor on top, was L. But just barely. Turning to the group, with a beautiful soft smile, beat black and bloody, hair clinging to the sides of her face from blood and sweat.

Behind her, dust was stirring everywhere and the sounds of fighting off in the distance could be heard, but they were far enough to not feel concerned, until they began to hear heavy metallic footsteps coming closer.

A hand reaches out of the dust cloud quickly and grabs L by the neck.

“I remember you, cunt.” He looks at L’s face just before crushing her neck severing her head from her body. Turning his attention back to NR, they had wasted no time in starting to run. They knew if Adam Smasher wanted them, they’d better get to running.

Though, he did want to know what Militech and a group of no-name mercs were doing in the inclusion zone, doing a job he was sent to do. It wasn’t badly enough to be something he had to do himself, sending his small team to handle catching them.

Though, they had failed to do so, Mara and Gordie quickly took care of those in in pursuit, and made the collective decision to hurry to the roof, where a Militech AV would be waiting.

Something in every fiber of My being said “we need to wait a minute” but Mara was just wanting to get out asap.

That feeling was correct, because as NR is being EVAC'd out in an AV & Flying over the inclusion zone, she gets a message from her brother Jayce saying "Wheres Jack? I know he's with you. His ping says he went in the building you just went in."

Mara is confused, how does Jayce know where she's at exactly? He knew she was going to City Center, but not where she would be? And Why would Jack be in City Center?

A wave of panic overcomes Mara, as she becomes visibly panicked in front of her team, the most shaken they've ever seen her. Trying to figure out whats going on, Mara is frantically calling and messaging Jack & Jayce.

Jayce isn't answering.

Jack... Answers a message, and says he made a mistake, he hears them coming, he tells her he loves her if anything was to happen to him.

At this point, Mara is ready to bust down the door of the AV and jump out to get to Jack. She gets a message from Jayce saying he's got Jack and is heading to Medcenter, meet him there.

Pushing herself in overdrive, she rushes to Medcenter. She's 2 days with very little sleep, exhausted from the last 3 days being hell.

When she arrives at Medcenter, Mara sat in a private waiting room, courtesy of her Sister in law Emma. Where she was able to close her eyes for an hour or so. Until the doctors came in and informed her that Jack was stablizing now, but he had most of his body replaced with Cyberware, because he was mauled very badly.

Getting to Jack's side, the two start discussing what happened, why he was there.

Jack had been working as a merc after he'd figured out what she was doing. He wanted to be strong enough to protect her. So he followed her, and he had no idea about the Biotechnica cybernetic mountain lion chimera lurking in the area, which had gotten the advantage over him.

After, he begins to ask Mara about why she felt the need to become a merc to begin with? Why wouldn't she just tell him what was going on?

That's when Mara breaks down, crying, confessing how things had gotten out of hand. She'd only started being a merc to make ends meet with the Clinic, how on her 3rd gig, she should have gotten the hint when their solo was beheaded before her eyes, but she didn't because the next gig she had a killswitch put on her by a rogue a.i and she has no choice at this point to keep going.

And thats when he asks.... When the killswitch is off.... Will you stop then?

The rooms air felt suffocating, as she tells him she has no choice but to report for Duty at MAXTAC, to work under Jayce.

The answer was too much for Jack to bare, his humanity took a hit when he had all that cyberware installed on top of the trauma of what happened being fresh, caused him to slip into Cyberpsychosis.

Mara was gone. Who was in front of him, he couldn't be sure who is was, but he knows it wasn't Mars.

When the hospital room lights change to red, there is an alert that starts going off to inform that a patient is going Cyberpyscho, and MAXTAC was already in the building, so they wasted no time getting to the room.

Mara, pleading Jack to stay on this side of sanity, she's grabbing his arms forcing him to look at her, saying:

Stop, please stop!! They'll take you, they'll take you-

"I'm already gone, Mars." and Jack lunges at the C-Swat team now pouring into the room.

Just as she was about to throw everything she'd built away to keep Jack Adams on this side of sanity, she was going to tell him she loved him, and would do whatever it took. But she never got the chance. He was killed in front of her.

Her humanity dropped from 31 to 1. She was immediately knocked out and detained. Where she spent the night in Maxtac holding cells after watching her best friend and love of her life murdered before her.

How did all this impact Mara?

-Well, Mara suffers from trait she can never kick from her Psychosis. She will never be able to accept responsibility for what happened to Jack.

-Mara lost her clinic A.I JOI, because Jack had taken her with him to City center, and she was damaged. Because she wasn't registered to a legitimate clinic, she wasn't able to be restored.

-She's left alone to try and run and manage a clinic that was falling apart.

-She MAY OR MAY NOT have painted a black mark on her new marriage with her Rockerboy J I H Z Z Y, because of her inability to let Jack go.

Those are just a few examples of the impact this one job took on her. Im sorry this was so long on this one thing. but I did promise to get into the meat and potatoes about this gig.

2: Lt. Mower: What is the worst betrayal your OC has faced?

The worst one Mara has ever faced.. Depending on the timeline.

LoNC- Mara was dating this guy she worked with on Trauma team(worked on another flight crew), who cheated on her with their boss... in the locker room showers... in front of Mara's whole crew.

Water on Mars- Jago and Mara had been seeing each other, he was making it very clear he wanted something more than them just stuffing it. He wanted to Mainline, He'd been making steps to clean up his life so he could give it an honest shot with her.

While, Mara is very tennative about commitment, she was receptive to the idea, but wanted to wait a bit.. She didn't want to commit and it blow up in her face. She knew he had a Wife, well he said Ex-wife as he was making steps towards divorce, she knew his life was complicated, and so was hers.

Agreeing to keep seeing each other to work on something real together, Mara was interrupted with her brother at the door, Jayce. See, Jayce and Jago have a long history, and the two hate each other.

Mara had just talked Jago into striking a deal with ODESSA, he works for them until the job is complete and they leave him alone to live in Dogtown, he can come for work, but never for leisure.

Throwing her whole reputation on the line with Titus & Jayce. Shit, she even threw her relationship with Titus away to save Jago.

& a few weeks later, he's ghosting her, and she finds out he's working for Militech, he's defected to be with his Ex-wife.

Though, it isn't until later that Mara learns it was all Jayces idea to have Jago infiltrate Militech.

13: Seaside Cafe: Does your OC like reality shows? Would they ever be in one?

Yes, Mara loves reality shows, she loves the drama. However, she couldn't ever be on one, not that she'd ever want all those eyes looking at her all the time.

I am so sorry this turned into a long winded post... I have been working on it for a few days here and there. YES I called it THANKSGIVING, because I was hopeful I would at least get it done by then, but we all know I work on my own clock lmao. TYSM for asking me about this! I'm sorry.. I know you'll probably never want to read or ask anything from me again, I totally understand.

[superconductivebean]

6, 17, 19 for the ask game 😊 💙 (been meaning to admire this blog for a long while now!)

omgggg!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺💖 i dont know which ask game so i did two, one for the ot3 and the other for julia [ship game] [oc game] tell wren julia says hi

OT3:

6. Who would have deep emotional thoughts in the middle of the night and who will in the middle of the day?

It'a a tricky one.

Imelda doesn't allow herself to sulk, as it is what she thinks of devling too deep into oneself. But she's always around when Poppy has anything to share or to catch Julia's drift and offer An Unwind Strategy. Respectively, around midnight and after lunch.

When Imelda has them, she tries to kill it on the Pitch.

17. Who works and who stays at home?

Julia's self-employed but she has gigs on the side (mainly from her former employer at the Construction Bureau in London). She's at home most of the time, in a way. She's trade and shares Poppy's interest with beasts, they often travel together within the Isles + the Continental Lowlands.

Poppy, if doesn't travel (and bring at least Julia along), is at the Ministry or heads to somewhere at her Department's notice.

Imelda is the less flexible of the three perhaps. But the floo powder renders her inability to leave Holyhead for a long time insignificant. Few stops, and she's back home/dorms while the gurls are on an another creature's tail (perhaps literally).

19. Who loves to call the other one cute names?

Poppy.

Julia:

6. Go-to comfort meal

Anything vegetables with steamed or grilled chicken. An apple pie. Fish jerky. Herb teas.

17. Star sign

♉

19. Who does your OC end up with?

Along with the other two, Julia realises It Has Been A While after they'd been together for ~15 years. Prior to that they never really thought about time and that it has passed so fast.

When they shared the realisation with their families, mama Sharp --an ancient old lady at this point, she was born well into the 18th century-- said that her grandchildren aren't old enough to go to school yet, girls, you're barely older than them, be live and be happy, time what time, my husband couldn't remember the decade to put on our anniversary cake and neither did our children.

The Reyes family felt the same, Julia's grands only noticed she grew a teeny tiny bit older since her last visit, and the only one said nothing was Poppy's Gran. Mrs Sweeting passed away a few years before the realisation tour.

[do-angels-dream-of-starry-seas]

As someone who did one long fic and promised to never do it again, here's my ofmd role reversal au with a moderate dose of oc's

So it all starts with their childhoods, as the literal reverse happens:

Ed doesn't kill his dad

And Stede accidentally paperweights Nigel

For Stede, he runs away obviously, and finds his way as a sailor with some captain

Works his way up to having his own ship and crew, with most of our beloved crewmates onboard

He gains a reputation as The Gentleman Pirate, his eccentric ways of piracy making him legend-like

He also has quite the body count, which no one really knows how he kills off his victims

(Just incredibly ridiculous coincidences so he kinda-but-not-really kills them)

Yes he loves the freedom, but he can't help but be reminded of what he left behind... of what he did...

Ed meanwhile, since he didn't kill his dad, instead convinces his mom to leave him while he's gone

But since society ain't kind to a poor single mom of color, they live like shit

Ed thus takes on as the breadwinner of the family, working harder than his mom has to

Mostly odds and ends until he gets a gig as a blacksmith apprentice, eventually opening a shop of his own. Finally, him and his mom are in a good place financially and stability wise

But it's all so fucking boring: he has all these clients needing swords and gun pieces for the navy and shit

- some bit of assholes really, like this one dude Chauncey -

while he wants more than anything to use them himself, and go on his own adventure

So using his saved up money, he buys a ship and tries to pass it off as a gift using a mini model of it

His mom however, doesn't like the ocean, and knows how sad his son is with their lives - we only have this one life, let's make the most of it

So he sets off in the middle of the night, leaving all his money he earned to her and tries to be a pirate... his mom's words ringing in his ears

Alright, we got our set-up, let's talk about our side characters:

On Stede's crew, we got Jim, Buttons, Swede, Roach, Lucius, Wee John... and Mary Read

(When a Sir Godfrey Thornrose attended a party, he ended up getting found out by Mary - but impressed by her idea to swindle the guests, he convinces her to join his crew as they depart a flaming ship full of rich people at each other's throats, after a game The Gentleman Pirate was fond of played)

Mary becomes First Mate, so she and Stede have a Izzy/Ed dynamic going on, but a little less toxic and sexually charged (it makes sense, trust me)

Ed's ship has Izzy, Oluwande, Frenchie, Gentle Pete, Calico Jack and Anne Bonny

(But he doesn't start with them as his crew - instead they're crewmates serving under a Captain Hornigold)

Since Stede becomes captain earlier on, Jim kills Spanish Jackie's husband earlier on, so Olu doesn't think to run away with them cause he's a loveable dumbass, only leaving when Jackie gets suspicious of him

Gentle Pete is always going on about serving on The Gentlebeard Pirate's ship, how he looks like a white ghost with fabric for skin

in my OC world (made a Anne and Mary post bout this), Anne and Mary dump Jack before he enters ofmd ep 8, so this takes place in an alternate world where Anne and Jack met and married but they never met Mary

And so... the plot!!

Ed and crew are under Hornigold, and Ed finds himself as First Mate, despite everyone thinking he's incompetent

He does however end up convincing them there's another way to piracy (probably cause of Black Pete's Gentleman Pirate stories) and so they plan to mutiny

They end up running into a navy ship, and the crew's pissed off at Hornigold disguising themselves and refusing to fight, so nows the best time

Ed only planned on going into the cabin and tying him up, but in some crazy level of shenanigans, Hornigold ends up choking on rope, so Ed technically "kills" him

Although Hornigold was an abusive bitch who reminded Ed of his dad so whatevs (totally whatevs haha no guilt at all!)

Izzy, surprised but impressed by how smart Ed can be in his lutacrisy, convinces him to tell the crew he meant to kill him

And so Ed becomes Captain of The Queen Anne, and takes on Blackbeard as his moniker from Hornigold

Totally not haunted by the illusion of Hornigold with rope around his neck hahahah

Ep 2 and 3 happens the same way but with Blackbeard and crew: ship aground, hostages (two navy soldiers and their captain, called Chauncey Badminton ok yes i was that blacksmith you bullied but now im blackbeard so who got the last laugh now), and meeting someone named Lucius, who despite his lack of - well anything that makes him look intimidating - ends up taking a hostage from them and intimidating Ed, Olu and Pete with the help of Wee John... and Jim

Olu and Jim are surprised to see each other again but Jim leaves with their crew, Olu still whipped after all these years

Up to ep 3 now, Mary comes along after Lucius' recalling of the events to scare Ed in Spanish Jackie's bar, but is amused by Ed telling her the captain can fuck off

Izzy however was not here in this moment, so Ed learns from him oh - that was the first mate of The Gentleman Pirate! Ok!!

Anne is just like "don't worry captain, I can seduce her" "No, Bonbon, there's no need to do that" "You sure?"

All leads up to the Spanish ship, almost about to be killed by the Spanish, when a certain former aristocrat swings in to save the day

Stede: Blackbeard, I presume?

Ed, bleeding out and almost hung: the angel heard of me?

Stede: hardly an angel, but thank you :)

And so the show continues as normal, with some changes according to whatever you want to see happen

Lucius being the relationship counselor

"~ Stab me ~"

The bathtub, which could really be either one of them

Speaking of which, would Stede have an equivalent to a red silk 👁

So yes, everything follows the same storylines in ep 4, 5, and 6

up until the end of ep 6 ...

But with some notable differences:

Anne: Well, if it needs to be done -

Ed: You don't need to seduce the First Mate

Anne: It's OK Cap, I can take it

Jack is also here, hi. He's a bit of an ass, so like our shows Izzy

Izzy meanwhile is not like, soooo bad, cause in this au he hasn't had the years under Blackbeard to see him as a great pirate so he's fully aware he's in the Muppet genre

He's still not happy about it

Olu and Jim have a little bit more of a slow burn (but like og show blackbonnet's slowburn)

Lucius, I'm sorry I really am, is a bitch in this au (probably cause of his status as Gentleman Pirate's Scribe) and so him and Pete don't get along

Initially ;)

Anne is off seducing Mary, which in this au, since Mary didn't have that positive influence in Anne to tell her she's beautiful despite her past, is very cold, so it takes a bit

But not that long, Anne's a very smooth talker

Stede and Ed meanwhile are interesting:

Stede has his years as a confident pirate on a sex positive ship - Ed has his history as a man with a sex drive

So Stede's pulling out all the gentleman techniques like Ed stabbing him with a sword, and Ed is over here freaking out like "this must be just how he is... but what if it isn't... but what if it is... but what if it"

Fucking cranking up the sexual tension to a hundred!!!!

Now HERE'S the rub

Cause of the changes in the timeline, characters react differently to situations

Which means Izzy never challenges Stede at the end of ep 6 - what, he's the fucking Gentleman Pirate, he's not gonna get himself killed cause of Bonnet corrupting his Captain's (which he totally doesn't have a crush it must be envy) brain

But after a fatal accident with a whip, Stede has enough and tells Jack to get off his ship. Now.

So if we rewind the story for a little bit, just to fill in the gaps:

There's this lady named Spanish Jackie who's pissed off at this Pubic hairbeard breaking her nose jar

And this navy captain who has survived his kidnapping, heard rumors the blacksmith is prancing around with the pirate he swore killed his brother

And THEN this schmuck who's drunk 25/8 stumbles in saying he knows where both of them are

So now let's take a break, and talk about Ed:

Ed, who while "defeating" the ghost of Hornigold, is still haunted by the choice he made to leave his mother. He's sure she's alright, but he promised to protect her, to be the man in the house he dad never was!

So now we got ep 7, Stede this time trying to impress Ed

Ed, confused, finally learns from Lucius "Oh my god this is happening", and so they have their little moment

It's literally "what makes Ed happy" but with Stede and two episodes earlier

But yay they kiss!!!

However, ep 8 happens exactly as it does

I hate Izzy, so I think he finds out about CJ and the plan and let's it happen

So Jack leaves and gets Ed to leave, who is guilty as fuck about leaving his mom

In this universe, Stede would not be mopey and staring at them through a telescope -

- so he leaves with all the crew and ship

Our Ep 10

It's the reverse:

Stede is in the blanket fort, sad and wrapped up in his little robe and writing sad songs

Ed leaves Jack to go back to Bristol and be with his mom

So it follows the same beats, which of course includes...

Izzy probably says some bullshit about Ed leaving, after what this ponce managed to do to the great Gentleman Pirate, who's somehow more soft than what the pirates made him out to be, with how he pines for his boyfrie -

Which is when fucking Chauncey comes in

Stede, pissed as fuck and no longer feeling safe as he let down his Gentleman Pirate facade only for his heart to get broken and being reminded of his place as a outcast among piracy, a plague, not a human...

"ok then, I'm the bad guy. Also you should never turn your back while holding a sword."

and paperweights Chauncey

Bye bye navy ship and crew, probably burnt alive!

Bye bye Lucius and Izzy's toe!

And bye bye happy couples, gotta separate you by marooning half of you!

So now Mary, Izzy, Frenchie and Jim are part of the new Revenge crew

With their new Gentleman Pirate captain, with an all-black ensemble, white gloves and a hat with white lace hanging around his head like a veil

Back on Ed's side of things:

His mom is actually doing really well! She took over the blacksmith business and even got herself a boyfriend Jason Mamoa

Though because Ed comes back in unannounced after thinking he was dead ("Eddie, you said you were leaving to be a pirate"), there's tension between them

Ed is all talk of the town as Blackbeard, but he's clearly not happy with being back in his old life, even if Jack's here to get his mind off things

But him and his mom talk, and she tells him she just wants what's best for her son, and seeing him finally find somewhere he belongs is all she ever wanted for him

"Hey mum... I think I found my fine thing"

And so mother and son plan to fake son's death together, only for Ed to find out about CJ betrayal

Luckily the fake death goes off without a hitch and he manages to leave with just a dinghy and a red piece of silk, going to find his love <3

[ruvviks]

may i request some fun fact about each of the mercenary ocs <3 and also can i hold cato and laurens hands <3

OOGH THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK AND HELL YEA TO BOTH OF THOSE >:)) i'll put it under a read more because. well. there's so many of them LMFAO but enjoy <3

so these mercenaries are all part of vitali's inner merc circle, he has a LOT of mercs that stop by his office for gigs and whatnot but these are the Regulars so to say :) including vincent and mikhail of course but you guys know them by now LOL, all of them together make The Clown Brigade but i couldn't fit all their names on my banner </3

cato is a melee merc, mostly doing courier gigs and cargo transport gigs for vitali. she is clever, energetic and forgiving. she's a very fun person to be around and her friends mean the world to her, and she would do pretty much anything for them

cato used to work at the same independent security organization as mikhail and they were in the same squad together, until they got a job offer from kang tao; cato and the rest of their squad accepted, but mikhail declined, and he ended up working for arasaka instead. one of cato's squad members stayed in touch with him and leaked a lot of kang tao secrets to him; when kang tao found out, they killed him, and the rest of the squad had to be dealt with as well. ever since, cato has been on the run from kang tao, with a newfound hatred for pretty much every megacorporation out there

she found out about vitali through their shared hatred for arasaka and began working for him. naturally, it was quite the shock to her to find mikhail there as well. she was angry with him, rightfully so, but eventually forgave him for what he did, no longer wanting to dwell on the past, knowing how short life can be and wanting to enjoy it as much as possible

nowadays, cato is around the office a lot. since she mostly does courier work, she has a pretty steady routine since she moves down the same routes every week; whenever she has nothing to do, she can be found hanging around the office, talking to anyone who wants to listen

eddie is a heavy merc, mostly doing cargo transport gigs and class 3 gigs for vitali. he is charming, insightful and rational. he's very kind and a real family man, always putting his daughter and ex-husband first and his job second

eddie used to be a bouncer at a club. it was a pretty regular job and not much exciting stuff happened, until he at some point decided to intervene when some shady business was starting to turn sour. he got caught up in the drama somehow, resulting into him getting sucked into the mercenary world; he managed to wrestle his way out of it, but came out a changed man, and he continuously got sucked back in whenever certain people would turn up, resulting into him occasionally doing a gig or two

at the same time he fell in love, with one of the other bouncers at the club. they ended up getting married and even adopted a daughter together- after which eddie quit his job and stopped taking the occasional gigs, so he could become a stay-at-home father. unfortunately, their relationship didn't last, and they ended up getting divorced; still, eddie has a good relationship with his ex-husband (and ex-husband's new girlfriend), and they have shared custody of their daughter

eddie picked up the merc life again after his divorce, and found a stable job at vitali's office. because of his history with security and his intimidating looks, he does a lot of class 3 gigs for him; heavy gigs, often directly concerning megacorporations, stuff only mercs who know what they're doing can handle. he mostly does these with mikhail and shiro, but occasionally another merc or outsider will jump in to help

huxley is a heavy merc, mostly doing class 2 assassination gigs and escort gigs for vitali. she is disciplined, loyal and witty. nobody is entirely sure how she ended up in vitali's inner circle, but on god is she there and she is not leaving

i haven't written all that much yet for huxley, but what i do know is that she didn't always live in night city. she only recently made her way here, and has mostly just been insanely confused about how fucked up the place is. she would've already been knee deep into the mercenary life; this place is just a new chapter for her, and she's managed to find a nice job at vitali's office

she never meant to stick around as long as she did; sure, the pay was good, but she knew nobody there while everyone else did seem to know each other, and felt like an outsider a bit. however, after witnessing some of the batshit insane things the rest of the gang does at the office, she decided to just join in on some conversations, and quickly learned it was very easy to make new friends there. she decided to stick around just a little longer, "just to see what would happen"; and she's still there as we speak

huxley mostly focuses on class 2 assassination gigs, having a very neutral attitude towards killing and not being afraid to use the necessary force to get a job done

lauren is a ranged merc, mostly doing netrunning gigs and infiltration gigs for vitali. she is efficient, reliable and straightforward. while some would say she's a little quiet, once you really get to know her she'll show her true colors as an incredibly fun woman to be around

lauren knows vitali from their college years; she was a year below him, but knew about his existence because 1) he was a troublemaker and 2) he was known for, um, having worked his way through most of the non-straight guys from his year and the years above him. they never spoke, but lauren sometimes wishes they would have

all she wanted was a quiet office job somewhere- not at a megacorporation, though- but shit hit the fan like it does in night city and she tumbled head-first into the wonderful world of netrunning. she mostly did gigs for wakako, and this is how she ended up meeting t-bug. t-bug was a friend of vitali's at the time, and soon introduced lauren to him; needless to say, lauren was shocked to see vitali again, and when she was offered a gig she obviously couldn't say no

nowadays, lauren does mostly netrunning work for vitali, which is basically a thing in most his gigs so she works on anything from class 1 all the way to class 3, wherever she's needed. she gets assigned to a lot of the same jobs as cato, and the two of them end up falling in love at some point; though it takes some time for them to actually start talking to each other, because for the longest time they both believed the other didn't like them because they were convinced they did not share any interests whatsoever

shiro is a stealth merc, mostly doing class 3 gigs and infiltration gigs for vitali. he is clear-headed, honest and intuitive. probably one of the oldest people at the office, but still young at heart, and he hangs out with the rest of them a lot even though they're much younger

shiro used to work for arasaka as well, at their security division. he was mostly a background kind of guy, not too interested in talking to others and he spent most of his time carefully observing; this is why he would know a lot of information, and he would also already know of mikhail's existence for example, having seen him around when mikhail still worked there as well

much like vitali, shiro ended up getting screwed over by the megacorporation and he got fired, leaving him with pretty much nothing, around the same time vitali was fired as well. this is why he easily found him, and was one of the first mercs to start working for him; back then, vitali also still did a lot of gigs himself, so he would work with shiro and mikhail to get shit done and that's how he ended up very quickly making a name for himself because they were essentially unstoppable

shiro takes it a bit easier nowadays, taking a gig every once in a while and filling the rest of his time with doing paperwork or helping out the security division at vitali's office. he also likes to sit around and talk to people, now that he's finally found people he enjoys being around

thibault is a stealth merc, mostly doing infiltration gigs and class 2 assassination gigs for vitali. he is helpful, practical and quick-witted. he's a little silly and would be considered the office jester by many, but has proven time after time he's as deadly as the rest of them

thibault used to be a doll at clouds and met mikhail when mikhail had just quit his job at the independent security organization he used to work for. mikhail helped thibault get out of the place and move into a nice little apartment, and thibault latched onto him very quickly. they grew pretty close in the span of only a few months, but then mikhail started working for arasaka and thibault felt a bit betrayed by him, having an immense hatred for megacorporations himself

when mikhail then also reunited with vitali, he suddenly wasn't there for thibault anymore, almost entirely disappearing out of his life; thibault felt horrible about this and ended up having to fend for himself again, which he did successfully, but he still felt bad about how things had gone

he ended up falling into the mercenary life after he was caught stealing some food in the grocery store and got fined for it, despite literally not having any money at all. he still wanted to take down clouds as well, and was kind of looking for other mercs who would be willing to help him with it; though most of them only worked with him on gigs out of necessity, because their fixer told them to do it, and thibault did not trust any of them. he ended up burning through a lot of fixers until he found vitali, and he stuck around because of the good pay, but was also very surprised to see mikhail there

thibault wanted to be pissed at him, but couldn't stay mad for too long now that he was, in mikhail's words, licking the same boot (vitali's boot) mikhail had been licking for years now and thibault figured that was a fair judgement

nowadays, thibault uses his skills to infiltrate and assassinate, a quick and powerful force not to be reckoned with. he even gets what he wanted to do; together with vincent, judy and mikhail he takes down clouds, and helps rebuild it from the ground up to be a safe space for everyone who used to work there

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Part One - “Call me Jane.”

a/n: here’s part one of nanny!H, I’m very excited about this series. I’m not sure how many parts it’s going to be, so please don’t ask lmao. Once I know how many parts it’ll be, I’ll make a master post for it. I’m just too excited not at least share the first part because Harry is just too cute in this! Feedback and reblogs are super helpful, and keep me motivated, especially when it comes to writing series. (not proofread) You can support me here if you’re able!

Warnings: none...for now

Words: 4.1K

Pairing: Harry x OC (Jane Watson)

Master Post

Harry found himself in a real bind. He was twenty-six years old, had an early childhood education degree, and the daycare he worked at was going under. He had just been promoted a month prior too, how could things go wrong so quickly? Times like this he really hated that he stayed in the states. Childcare services weren’t nearly as fucked up back home. His dream was to save up enough money to open up his own pre-school at some point, but it was really tough.

There was this weird stigma that if adult men wanted to work with babies and toddlers then that made them a pedophile or something of the sort. That wasn’t the case with Harry. His minor in school was psychology because cognitive development intrigued him. He also loved babies and little ones. He loved watching them learn and discover.

Only now, he was without a job in an already struggling field. He and the other employees weren’t exactly given a big notice before they were told the business was going under. Harry mostly felt bad for the parents of the kids that had to find new child care centers. He knew he’d have to compete with his co-workers for any available jobs, and he knew they were bound to find places before him because they were women. It was their fault, and he knew it. He was experiencing a prejudice that they must face all the time.

He looked into Care.com, but none of the jobs on there seemed like long-term gigs, and he didn’t want to just be a glorified baby sitter. He figured if he could find a well paying nannying job, he could do that for a bit until finding a job at a new facility, or even set up his dream pre-school. During his search on Indeed, he saw a position for a live-in nanny – jackpot! Live-in meant long-term, and long-term meant lots of money. It also meant he could get rid of his apartment and not have to pay rent for a while. He clicked on the ad that was posted only a couple of weeks ago.

Live-in Nanny Needed for Help with Eight-Month-Old

Minimum requirements:

·        Bachelor’s in either early childhood education or elementary education

·        At least two years’ experience working babies/children

Three professional references required

Applicant is subject to thorough background check for the safety of the child and mother.

Other tasks as needed include:

·        Cooking

·        Light cleaning

·        Grocery shopping/running other errands

If applicant is selected, they will be paid a flat rate of $1600 bi-weekly, will live in “in-law” section of the house, and a car will be provided for them. A resume, cover letter, and three professional references may be sent directly to jpwatson@gmail.com

After reading everything over, this seemed like Harry’s best bet. Some of it seemed a little too good to be true, but this was a risk he needed to take right now. He just hoped the position hadn’t already been filled. That night he spent some time updating his LinkedIn, making sure all of his privacy settings were up to date on all of his social media, and then wrote out a resume and cover letter. The last part was his least favorite because he knew a proper resume and cover letter had to be curated to the specific job, and it made things all the more tedious. By the time he was done, it was late. He didn’t want to seem unprofessional, so he waited to send the email until the next morning.

Subject: Nannying Advert on Indeed

To: jpwatson@gmail.com

From: hes2194@gmail.com

Good morning,

My name is Harry and I’m interested in the nannying advert you’ve posted on Indeed. For the last four years I’ve been working at P.B. & J.’s Child Care Center, and was recently promoted to team lead. Unfortunately, the business itself couldn’t remain afloat, and I was laid off.

Attached are my resume and cover letter. I’d be happy to provide the three references if I end up being considered for the position.

Thank you for your time and consideration,

Harry

Treat People With Kindness

He closes his laptop with a satisfied sigh after proofreading his email ten different times before he hit send. He takes a sip from his coffee, and sits back on his sofa. Now all he had to do was wait.

//

There was radio silence for two days. Harry was starting to think he would need to keep job hunting. He had bills to pay, and the last thing he wanted to do was ask his parents for help. They already looked down on his profession as it was. If he had his own car he’d become an uber driver or something, but he didn’t so he couldn’t. Then, by some stroke of luck, at 4:55PM on a Thursday, he gets an email from the address he had been hoping to see pop up.

Subject: Re: Nannying Advert on Indeed

To: hes2194@gmail.com

From: jpwatson@gmail.com

Good evening Harry,

My name is Jane Watson, thank you so much for your application. My apologies it has taken me a couple of days to get back to you. I am usually more responsive, but things have been a little crazy at work as of late. Upon further review of your resume and over letter, I would like to offer you an interview this Saturday at noon, if you are available. I can be flexible if that day and time do not work for you.

If you are able to come, and are still interested in the position, I ask that you please bring your references with you. I will want to call them right away. I am sure you can understand me wanting to thoroughly look into you before letting you into my daughter’s life.

I look forward to hearing back from you soon.

All my best,

Jane

Harry responded to her right away, he didn’t care how eager he seemed. He told her Saturday at noon worked great, and that he would definitely have his references, and anything else he needed to provide. She emailed him back an hour or so later with her cell phone number and address. For the first time in a while, Harry felt like he could breathe again. He knew it wasn’t a done deal that he’d be getting the job, but he was being given a chance, and for that he was thankful.

//

He wanted to make a good first impression on Saturday, so he made sure to wash his hair in the shower, and use his good mousse so his hair would look more orderly. He shaved to give himself that clean and sleek look, this was not a day to appear scruffy. He knew he didn’t need to be overly dressed up, but he also knew that you’re supposed to dress for the job you want and not the job you have. He irons a pair of tan slacks and pairs it with a blue button up. Not to brag, but his bum looked great in these slacks, and it was giving him all the confidence in the world. He puts on a floral tie, just to show a bit of his personality, makes sure his nail polish isn’t chipped, and makes sure all of his rings are looking shiny. He takes an uber out to Jane’s house. It was in a gated community, which he was expecting since he looked up the house beforehand. He wondered what she or her husband did for work to live in a place like this. Or perhaps she inherited the home? Either way, he was excited.

He thanks the driver, and knocks on the door as he was instructed to do. A woman with silver hair that was up in a nice bun opens the door.

“Hello, you must be Mr. Styles.” She smiles.

“Yes, hello.” He smiles back.

“I’m MaryAnne, please come in.” She steps aside to let Harry in.

“Thank you.”

“Miss Watson is just pumping, but you can wait for her here in her office.” She leads Harry down a corridor where he meets a grand double door. MaryAnne opens them and shows him inside. “Make yourself comfortable, dear. Can I get you anything? Coffee, water, tea?”

“I’m all set, but thank you very much.”

The woman nods and leaves him in the room alone. He stays standing as he didn’t want to assume where he should be sitting. There was a gorgeous desk with two chairs on the other side, but there was also a small round table with four chairs around it in the corner. She clearly held a lot of meetings here, or so it would seem. To pass the time he looks over her bookshelves, scanning over what she might be into. She seemed to be into fiction, but he had never heard of any of the books on some of the shelves, or the author. She had several by the same person. Before he could look further, he heard the clacking of heels on the hardwood floors approaching him.

Everything stopped when she walked in. Jane had her hair up in a flowing ponytail, a white blouse covered her top half, he notices that the first few buttons were left undone, probably to help with her pumping, and she had a black pencil skirt on that just came to her knees. She was short, and a little voluptuous, not that Harry was checking her out.  

“Hello, Mr. Styles, I’m sorry to keep you waiting.” He goes to stick his hand out for her to shake, but she walks around him and sits down at her desk. “Please, have a seat.”

He swallows and sits down.

“Y-you can just call me Harry if you like, Mrs. Watson.”

“I’m a Miss not a missus.” She says as she takes out a folder with a few sheets in it and a pen. “It says here you graduated Summa Cum Laude from Lesley University. That’s an incredible place to get a degree in education.”

“Thank you, I got a pretty decent scholarship, it was my reach school. I minored in psychology as well. I did my practicum hours at a daycare center that specialized in caring for children with disabilities. So, I’ve worked with all sorts of children. I prefer working with infants and toddlers, though.”

“And why is that?” She looks at him, clicking her pen, ready to take notes.

“Well, I just have more fun with them, to be honest. I like watching them discover new things. My favorite thing to do while working in the baby room at my last job was working with the babies on their tummy times. It was always rewarding to watch them get stronger. I feel like I just bond with them better.”

“I need to ask you some personal questions since this is a live-in position.”

“Of course.” Harry nods.

“Are you in any sort of relationship with anyone?”

“No, I’m single.”

“Have you ever been arrested, or do you have any sort of criminal history?”

“No.”

“I’m not one to judge, I think everyone deserves a second chance, I just have to ask these sort of things.” She says.

“I don’t have a criminal record, Miss Watson.”

“History of drug use?”

“I smoked a bit of weed when I was younger, but I don’t anymore. An edible once in a while, maybe, but never when I’m on the clock.”

“Just marijuana?”

“I’ve done shrooms a few times, but nothing other than that. Stupid kid stuff.”

“Again, not judging. I’d prefer you don’t have any drugs in the house, unless they’re for medical use. I know edibles can be prescribed by doctors for anxiety and whatnot.” Harry nods at that. “What about alcohol? You’re twenty-six, you must enjoy a drink after a long day.”

“A glass of red once in a while, sure.” He nods. “But I’m not really a heavy drinker, I never have been. I’d say if anything I’m a social drinker, but you watch me carefully at a party you’ll notice that I nurse the same drink.” He smirks.

“I’m the same way. A little bit of a buzz is fun, but anything more can be a bit scary. I actually cannot remember the last time I had a real drink.” She looks off in thought.

“Well, can’t you drink now that the baby’s here?”

“And have to succumb to a pump and dump?” She scoffs. “No way, that would be a total waste. It’s torture enough to sit there while a machine sucks the milk out of my-“ She stops herself. “Sorry.” She shakes her head. “Anyways, your resume was impressive, and you were quite articulate in your cover letter. You’re the only candidate I’ve invited for an interview.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” She nods. “I really wanted someone with experience, not someone fresh out of college looking for a place to live. You’d really be okay with living here?”

“Honestly, you’d be doing me a favor. My long-term goal is to either have a daycare or pre-school of my own someday. Not having to pay rent for a while would really help me save up for that.”

“That’s an incredible goal to have, Harry.” She smiles, impressed by his ambition. “What questions do you have for me?”

“I just want to clarify, your daughter is eight months?” Jane nods. “And what’s her name?”

“Lilly.” Jane smiles.

“That’s a beautiful name.” Harry smiles. “Why exactly do you need a live-in nanny?”

“I work a lot.” She sighs. “And I’m a single mom. I want her to always have someone here that she can depend on and feel comfortable with. Sometimes my work drags me out in the middle of the night, or I have to take a phone call at an odd hour. I just want someone else here in case I can’t be if something comes up.”

“So, her father’s not in the picture?”

“No.” Her features sour a bit. “He doesn’t even know she exists to be perfectly honest with you. I found out I was pregnant after we broke up, and I decided not to tell him about her. He was a deadbeat moocher, he would have been useless.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, but thank you for telling me. May I ask, how old are you?”

“Twenty-nine, does that matter?”

“No! No, I was just more so curious. You seem pretty successful to be in a home like this. In the advert, you stated I’d be given a car as well, that’s not exactly cheap.”

“You’ll be given access to one of my cars.” She says. “I’m not giving you a car, make no mistake about that.” She smirks. “I’m an author, a successful one.” Harry tries to think if he’s ever heard of a Jane Watson before, but he’s coming up blank. “You’ve never heard of me because I have a pen name. If it’s all the same, I don’t really want to share it with you. Not yet, anyways.”

“Sure…wait…are you offering me the job?”

“Not quite. I’d like you to meet my daughter. I want to see how she interacts with you.”

“I’d love to meet Lilly.” He smiles.

“Great, before we do that, do you have more questions?”

“Yes, who’s MaryAnne? Is she, like, a maid or housekeeper?”

“No.” Jane laughs. “She’s my personal assistant. I usually answer the door myself, but pumping took a bit longer than usual.”

“When did you publish your first work?”

“When I was twenty.” She smiles. “I was still in school, and I decided just to self-publish. It took off, and a few companies reached out to me. I eventually got an agent, and the rest was history. I’m a fast writer, I’m able to churn out more projects than most people, and for whatever reason they keep becoming hits. One of the reasons I travel a lot is that a couple of my works are being turned into television shows, and working out those contracts is a lot. I want to be a part of the process to make sure the stories are told correctly.”

“That’s incredible!”

“it is.” She nods. “I never thought I’d be a television producer, but here I am. I don’t really want Lilly around all that, so there’s another reason for having a live-in nanny.”

“This may seem like a silly question, but will I have time off?”

“Oh my goodness, of course! The salary is negotiable as well. You’ll have weekends off, as well as all bank and national holidays. You’ll also earn vacation time and sick leave like at any other job. You’ll be given a benefits package as well, if you need health insurance.”

“You…you provide stuff like that?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”

“I’ve just never heard of a nannying job quite like this before.” He blinks. “It feels too good to be true.”

“I’m just a firm believer in compensating someone properly. I believe in investing in the people you have.”

“Right.” He swallows. He almost starting to feel like he was going to be her sugar baby or something, but he obviously knew that wasn’t the case. “You asked me about my dating life, what about yours?”

“I’m also single. Lilly is my top priority, and then comes my work. I’m completely fulfilled as is.” She stands from her desk. “Come, I’ll give you a tour of the house, and of the in-law space, and then you can meet Lilly.”

“Okay.” He stands up and follows her out of the office.

She shows him the living room, which felt more like a study. There was an entertainment room with a huge flat screen, deluxe loungers, a pool table, and bar. She shows him to the kitchen which was equally as extravagant. She brings him upstairs to show him all of the bedrooms.

“This is Lilly’s room.” Jane says proudly.

“it’s beautiful, I love the light purple.”

“So do I.” She says. “My room is down the hall, don’t think you need a tour of that.” She laughs and they head back downstairs. “Here’s the inside entrance to the in-law, but there’s also an exterior entrance you can use…or if you have guests over.” Harry’s in awe of the space. It was larger than his apartment. “It’s a one bedroom flat essentially. There’s a full bath en suite, and there’s a half bath over there. Open concept kitchen and living area. It’s fully furnished as well. Feel free to decorate it however you like. I just ask that this space stays yours. There’s really no reason for you to bring Lilly in here, you know?”

“Sure, yeah. This is amazing.”

“I’m glad you like it. Let’s just hope Lilly like you.” Jane smirks, and they head back to the main part of the house, and into Lilly’s playroom. She was sitting with MaryAnne in a large rocking chair. “M, you can feel free to go back to your office if you like. Harry’s going to get acquainted with Lilly.”

“Of course.” MaryAnne stands up with the baby, and hands her over to Jane.

“She has an office here too?” Harry asks.

“Of course she does, and one of the guest rooms upstairs is hers to use when she needs it.” She kisses the top of her daughter’s head. “Lilly,” she coos, “I have someone I’d like you to meet.” She gestures for Harry to take her, and he happily does so.

“Hey, baby girl.” Harry coos. Bright hazel eyes look up at him in wonder. He lets her latch onto his index finger. “It’s so nice to meet you.” He looks at Jane. “She’s precious, Miss Watson.”

“Isn’t she?” Jane beams. “She’s really been enjoying her bouncy, and messing around with her blocks. I have some CD’s I like having her listen to as well. Oh! We did a paint with pudding night as a sensory play thing, it was a hoot.” She chuckles.

“Those are great, aren’t they? Very stimulating, and it teaches the child that sometimes messes are okay.” He looks down at Lilly and smiles. “May I sit with her in the rocking chair?”

“Please!” She gestures to it, and she sits down on the loveseat in the room. Harry sits down with Lilly, cradling her carefully. He adjusts her so she’s able to stand on his lap. She bounces herself and giggles. “Look at that!” Jane exclaims. “I love it when she does that.”

“She’s awfully sweet.” Harry smiles, and then he looks at Jane. “How much do you feed her?”

“I give her roughly twenty-four to thirty-two ounces a day. You’ll know how hungry she is or isn’t in the moment. I’ve started giving her pureed butternut squash, mashed bananas and strawberries, she’s got that puffed baby cereal as well. I’ve also started giving her ground chicken in really small doses just to get her some protein, but right now I’ve mostly been sticking to fruits and veggies. You must know a lot about what foods to give a baby?”

“I do.” He nods. “You’re still producing that much milk to give her daily?”

“I’ve almost been wishing I’d dry up. I get so sore somedays.” Jane sighs. “But I figure it’s good for her to have it while I can still make it. I’m not opposed to formular or anything…but I like bonding with her in that way. I got rid of her baby acne by rubbing my nipple on her skin, it was like magic.”

“It’s certainly a trick of the trade.” He smirks at her. “I remember learning that in one of my courses, and I was amazed. You all are super humans.”

Jane watches Harry play on the ground with Lilly for a bit. Harry was already so wonderful with her. Harry starts to smell something, and so does Jane.

“Think it’s time for a diaper change.” He chuckles and picks her up. “Would you like me to change her?”

“Yeah, I’d like to see you do it.”

He brings Lilly over to the changing table, and lays her down.

“I know you’re all warm and cozy, but I need to disrupt that for a moment.” He says to the baby girl who was babbling and blowing little spit bubbles, totally unbothered. Harry unsnaps her onesie, and lifts her legs to detach the diaper. His eyes widen at the type of diaper that’s on her. “You cloth diaper?” He looks at Jane.

“It’s better for the environment.” She shrugs. “There’s a trashcan for the…um, poop, and there’s another can for the diapers. I give her a regular diaper for bedtime just because it’s easier to change her in the middle of the night and in the morning, but daytime I use the cloth diapers.”

“Makes sense to me.” Harry disposes of everything, and grabs a few wipes to clean Lilly up. She took a powerful stinky.

“I blame it on the pureed peas.” Jane laughs.

“It doesn’t even phase me anymore, honestly.” Harry says as he gets a little baby powder on her. He grabs a spare cloth diaper, and gets it on her. He snaps her onesie back together and lifts her up. “There we go, good as new, darling girl.” Lilly blows some bubbles at Harry, and blows some back, making her giggle. Jane beams at the two of them.

“It’s about time for her afternoon nap. Would you like to put her down?”

“I’d love to.”

Harry carries Lilly upstairs with Jane. She flips on Lilly’s white noise machine, and makes sure her favorite blankies are in the crib. Harry sits down in the large chair in the corner of the room and starts to rock her gently, giving her soothing rubs. Jane watches as Lilly’s eyelids start to droop. She fights it at first, but Harry continues to soothe her until she’s out like a light. He carefully stands up and sets her down into her crib. The two back out of the room quietly, and make their way down the stairs.

“Let’s go back to my office.” Jane says, and Harry follows her there. Once they’re both seated, she starts speaking again. “Well, the job is yours if you want it.”

“Really?” Harry felt every worry from his life leave his body.

“Yes.” She chuckles. “You’ve really impressed me, and I think Lilly’s quite taken with you already. I’d love to have you as her nanny.” She takes out a few forms. “May I have your references? The background check will take about a week. How soon could you start after that?”

“Right away, honestly.” He hands her a sheet with his references.

“Here are the tax forms you’ll need to fill out, a form for direct deposit, and some information on your benefits. You can get everything back to me by the end of next week.”

“I can’t thank you enough for this opportunity, I’m so excited. I can’t wait to get started, Miss Watson.” He stands to shake her hand, and she stands as she takes it.

“Please, you can call me Jane.”

[detroit-grand-prix]

our love is real, like the late summer feels

A Broken Wings Postlude, a gift for @fuckyeahhangman

I requested a fic of my own original character to add to a collection of different POVs of the storyline. Since Simone so graciously lent me her OC, Natalie, for my F1 fanfic, I decided to write her a little thing in exchange. 

Unfortunately, I am cursed with the love language of gift giving and need to have Canva taken away from me, so this ended up being a Lot. 

Anyway, @fuckyeahhangman​, I hope you like this, and I hope I did Jake and Layla justice, because I adore them. 

Note: Chris Bathgate is a real artist. He hails from my city. While his music isn’t my absolute favorite, it’s pretty damn good, and him being an indie folk artist worked well for my desired plot, here. You can check out his music on Spotify.

Layla Seresin had developed a ritual for whenever her husband, Lt. Jake Seresin, was on these weeks-long deployments. She’d check her phone, first thing in the morning, to see the messages he’d sent her overnight - and he always sent something, unless he was busy (out on a mission or exercise). Then, she’d send one of her own. He was usually asleep when she woke up, but both of them loved to wake up to some note from each other, no matter how mundane. 

Then, she’d mark an “X” on the day’s date on the calendar in the kitchen, counting down the days until the date marked with a single, red heart - the day he’d be back home. Admittedly, she had no need for a paper calendar otherwise, but having a physical countdown of some sort seemed to make the days go by faster. His current deployment was six weeks long. He wasn’t out on ships all the but he was a Naval aviator - one of the Navy’s best, in fact, so it was expected that he’d be spending a lot of time out on an aircraft carrier, flying an F/A-18E Super Hornet.

Layla couldn’t wait. They talked much more frequently than she would have expected them to be able to, but talking to Jake on the phone was a poor panacea for the way she missed the feeling of his strong arms around her, surrounded by his warmth, his smell, being able to run her hands over the smooth planes of his chest, the feel of his lips when he kissed her. It was a lot. 

He was currently deployed somewhere in the Pacific, on the USS Abraham Lincoln, with Carrier Air Wing 9. Of course, Jake had to be spare in his details with what they were doing, but it sounded like this was a routine patrol. 

Thankfully, she was too busy to just sit around the house and fret about him, or do whatever the other Navy wives on base got up to in their spare time (which, she found, was to hang out with the other Navy wives. They seemed fine, but it just wasn’t her thing.) 

Moving from San Diego to Lemoore had been a difficult transition for her at first - away from her friends, the people she made music with, all of the contacts she had - but she’d managed to establish herself decently well in the Fresno music scene in the few months since she’d married Jake and moved to NAS Lemoore to be with him. She had a regular gig at a small venue in town called Fulton 55, was a house pianist at a local winery’s tasting room, and did a lot of one-off shows with other local artists or bands. It was almost an hour’s drive up 41 to get to a lot of these places, but it was worth it. It wasn’t quite San Diego or LA, but she’d grown to appreciate the smaller, intimate gigs she was doing now. 

Plus, she gave early childhood music lessons at a local music school, and had a handful of piano students (mostly kids on the base), which kept her busy during the day.

A few weeks into Jake’s current deployment (three weeks and five days, to be precise), Layla got a call from the manager for a singer named Chris Bathgate. He was a folk artist from the Midwest, and was doing a west coast tour. He liked to collaborate with local artists on his tours, and had found one of Layla’s demo recordings of her band from when she was in LA, trying to break into the music industry. 

“Oh, well…” she told the manager. “I’m not with that band anymore, and I’ve actually moved to the Fresno area since we cut those tracks.”

“Well, Chris has a date in Fresno, if you’re still interested, and it’s fine if it’s just you - it was really your voice and the piano that he liked, anyway. He’s doing a show at the Tower Theater on September 14th, if you’re interested in playing with him for a set or two.”

Layla’s face fell, and her excitement drained out of her immediately. It wasn’t as if she wouldn’t be able to, per se, and this was a big opportunity. She loved the way the Tower Theater looked, with its art deco styling and unique-looking namesake spire that was apparently inspired by an exhibit at the 1939 World’s Fair. Layla loved unique-looking venues, and this one was even more gorgeous inside. 

The only issue is that Jake wouldn’t be home until the 16th, two days later - this was the kind of thing that she would want him to be there for, and he would want to be there for it, too. But, she knew that he would be upset if she passed up the invitation just because he wouldn’t be there to see it.

Plus, she could send him a video. It was something.

She agreed, and the manager confirmed that Chris would be in touch himself to work out the details.

“I’m playing a gig pretty soon,” Layla told Jake, the next time they spoke on the phone. “At the Tower in Fresno. Some folk artist from the midwest named Chris Bathgate is doing a west coast tour, and his manager found our old demo and wants me to play a few sets with him at his Fresno show.”

“Really!?” Jake said. Even when he was likely thousands of miles away, Layla could see him clearly in her mind’s eye, his face breaking into a wide, genuine smile. His normal facial expression was usually somewhere between stoic and mischievous, but when he was excited or happy about something, he had the best smile she’d ever seen in her entire life. Thinking about it made her heart hurt a bit. Only two more weeks now, exactly. “You’ve told me about the Tower, you said you wanted to play there sometime! That’s incredible, When?! Oh, I can’t wait to see it, baby, I haven’t been able to see you play in forever -”

Layla smiled sadly. “It’s… on the 14th. You won’t be home yet.”

“Oh,” he said, his voice immediately falling away, disappointed. “I’m sorry, princess. I would have loved to have been there.”

Layla sighed. “I know you would have, honey. I almost told the guy no, but -”

“Absolutely not, princess - you can’t pass up an opportunity like that just because I’m not there. Plus, there will be more, I’m sure -”

“No, don’t worry, I said yes. I knew this kind of thing would happen from time to time when I married you, and I knew you’d probably be mad at me if I didn’t, just because you couldn’t be there.”

“Exactly,” he said. “Plus, I’m sure you can get a video or something for me, right?”

“I think so. I’ll try.” Layla said.

They talked a little bit more, but then, in the background, Layla heard another man’s voice in the background. 

“Yo, Hangman! Time for chow!”

“Just a sec, I’m talking to my wife! Head down to the mess without me, I’ll be right down.”

“Gotta go, huh?”

“Yeah. Sorry, princess. It’s Taco Tuesday… pray for me and my ass later on.” he said. “I love you and I miss you. I can’t wait until I’m back with you where I belong.”

Layla laughed. This late in a deployment, apparently, the quality of the food in the ship’s mess becomes fairly suspect. 

“I love you too, Jake. Hurry up and get back to me. You and your cute ass.”

Layla kept herself busy in the period of time leading up to the gig. Chris had sent his setlist, recordings of his music, and chord charts, so Layla could go through them and start working on her parts. There were some piano tracks on the album, but he didn’t tour with a pianist, so he told her that she more or less had free reign. 

As far as the music went, it wasn’t normally what she played, but she liked it. Sure, her last band had been a folk act just like this guy was, but his music was sad. It wasn’t in a bad way - his voice was velvety, and the tracks were loaded with interesting horn and percussion textures, but he sang with the mournful melancholy of someone twice his age. A lot of the lyrics were about relationships and heartbreak, which, unfortunately, Layla had plenty of experience with.

Those were old emotions from a much rougher time - when she woke up one morning and found the man she loved had disappeared. He ran away with her heart and broke it without so much as a note that said “I’m sorry”, or “goodbye”. She preferred to not unbox them anymore, she would rather they stayed in the back of her mind. There was a song on Chris’ most recent album that she could have written during that time, called Don’t Look Back. 

If I could admit that it hurt like hell You could give me credit, shit, you might as well Give me something to go on

Ain't it strange how the things we love Often are the cause of us undone? That's love, or something And if you find this to be true There's just one thing you can do

Don't look back

But there were newer, fresher emotions that she could hear in this music - the sound of longing, of missing someone and not being there with them. It was funny, she thought, that the man that broke her heart way back when was the same man she couldn’t live without, now, but he’d tumbled back into her life almost by chance and told her that he’d made a mistake. She thought that she shouldn’t have let him back in that easily, but now, even when he wasn’t here with her, she couldn’t bring herself to regret it.

There was a track called The Significance of Peaches (“A weird title, but okay…” Layla thought) that seemed to touch something especially close to her bones. 

When all of life seems like a swift passing dream You wonder whose hands on the wheel Love, it would seem, is more than a feeling A decision, a debt, or idea The further I get the more I forgive The more I grow weary of fall With no tongue for truth, no hand for the jewel You wonder if a wheel is there at all

The day of the show came, and Layla couldn’t find it in herself to be nervous about it. She was too filled with sadness and anticipation. On one hand, Jake would be home the day after tomorrow. On the other hand, he wouldn’t be home tonight. 

She checked her messages when she woke up a bit later in the day, still performing the daily rites of a yearning military wife. She was happy to see there was one waiting for her.

“Break a leg tonight, princess. Just imagine I’m there watching. I know you’re gonna charm the pants off of all of central California. I love you so much.”

She smiled, her good mood carrying her through the entire process of gathering up everything she needed before she left for her rehearsal and sound check. Dress. Makeup bag. Setlist. Water bottle. Notes she’d written with little licks or transitions like had played around with, and liked. 

The rehearsal went well. Chris was very nice, and said that he liked what she’d done with her parts. He also mentioned they’d be playing for a mostly-packed house. At around 750 seats, it would be the largest audience Layla had played for in a long time. 

“We have time to do a few things that aren’t on the setlist, so if there’s something you can think of that you want to play, let me know.” Chris told her, while they were wrapping up the sound check. 

There was something she had in mind, but without him here, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to get through it without crying.

“I’ll think about it. Maybe there’s one or two things”, Layla said.

After sound check, she had time to get a light dinner, change into her dress, and put on her makeup. She took a picture of herself in the dressing room mirror and sent it to Jake, even though she knew that he’d probably be busy around that time. 

“Almost showtime,” she typed. “I’ll text you after and tell you how it went. Love you and miss you so much I can barely take it.”

It was time for the show to start before long. Layla followed Chris out onto the stage, and they started playing the first song in the set, a song called Everything (Overture). Layla sang with him, finding the lyrics oddly appropriate.

Everything.. The skin contains No matter, how I sing It still remains

Everything, I sing these days No matter how hard it stings It still remains

Every day, my heart has saved It withers, no matter How sad or strange Every love I’ve pushed away No matter how far I stray

It still remains

After the first few bars, Layla let herself get lost in the rhythm from the drummer, playing through the progressions along with Chris’ guitar lines and the fiddler, letting herself get a bit creative with her right hand in the absence of the mandolin that was on the recorded track she listened to. 

It wasn’t a particularly fast song, but all the same, by the end of the song, Layla felt the rush of adrenaline that she only got from performing. After the applause died away, Chris took a few minutes to talk to the audience, and Layla let her eyes wander out into the theater. It looked like a good crowd, but she couldn’t see much because of the brightness of the stage lights anchored above the mezzanine, but something colorful caught her eye in the middle of the hall. She looked closer. It appeared to be a man with an enormous bouquet of flowers, wearing… “Navy dress blues? Is that -” 

She squinted and tried to subtly shade her eyes from the lights.

“Jake -” she breathed.

Somehow, there he was. She had to look twice to make sure. Her husband, Lieutenant Jake Seresin, who should be on a carrier in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, was in the middle of the Tower Theater, with an enormous bouquet of hydrangeas in his lap.

Layla’s plan to channel the sadness and longing of weeks of separation from her husband into her performance suddenly went out the window - she was now suddenly the happiest woman for miles around, and was fighting the urge to leap up from her piano bench, clamber over the first few rows of seats, and kiss him like she’d never kissed him before.

Alas, the show must go on.

The set went on, and Layla was having an incredible time, but also having a hard time trying to remain composed, knowing that Jake was in the audience. After a song called “Borders” (which was probably Layla’s favorite song of Chris’ that they’d played), Chris thanked the audience and started to talk again.

“Thank you, everyone, it’s been amazing playing for you all tonight. So, when I do these tours, I like to feature local talent in every city we stop in, and… a few years ago, I found this really amazing demo from a band that was based in LA, and I managed to track them down. Sadly, the band is no longer together -” 

(A quiet “aw” rippled through the audience.)

“But… I did manage to find the pianist and lead singer of this band, so my manager reached out, and she said she lived in Fresno now. Luckily, we’re obviously here in Fresno, and so is she. Let’s give a round of applause to our amazing pianist and backup vocalist for tonight, Layla Seresin!”

Layla blushed and waved a bit as the audience clapped, and then, a voice broke through the din.

“That’s my WIFE!”

There was some scattered laughter throughout the auditorium, and Layla thought she might die of happiness on the spot.

“Well, we have some time tonight, and Layla thought she might want to play a thing or two, so, I thought we could do that before we close out our set tonight.”

Chris leaned away from the microphone stand, going over to Layla.

“Did you think of something?”

“Yes,” she said, a bit too quickly. “Key of A, simple progression, A major and D major.” Layla told the rest of the band. “Do you mind if I say something first?” 

“Go ahead,” Chris said.

Layla turned back to face her keys, adjusting her microphone to speak into it.

“Thank you, everyone. It’s really great to be here at the Tower Theater, I’ve been wanting to play here since I moved to the area, and you’ve been an amazing crowd. This is a special night for me, because when Chris called me and asked if I wanted to play this gig with him, I was really excited, but also kind of sad. There’s someone really special to me, and he wasn’t actually going to be here to see this concert, and wasn’t actually supposed to be around until two days from now. Well, that’s what he told me, at least, but I look out into the audience at the beginning of our set, and see… my husband, Jake -” 

Layla waved her hand toward the middle of the room. “Who is supposed to be on an aircraft carrier in the middle of the Pacific right now, but is in the middle of this room. I think he has some explaining to do later, but this next song is pretty special to me because of him, so I’d love to share it with you all tonight.”

She turned around to give the rest of the band a tempo, and then started playing a poppy, upbeat piano intro before she started to sing “Favorite T-Shirt”, originally by Jake Scott.

“I’ve been sitting here tryin’ to figure out What I did I do right to be with you right now I put my arm ‘round your shoulder To see if I could pull you closer And I didn’t want to say it But honestly thought of growing older I saw your eyes in the city lights And almost said I want you so bad tonight Yeah -”

The rest of the band came in with the chorus, and they put on an amazing performance of a song that Layla couldn’t hear any more without thinking of Jake. She poured all of her feelings into it - yearning, sadness, passion, excitement, love. 

All of it, just for him.

After they finished the set and one encore to wild applause, Layla felt amazing. It was her first big performance in a long time, and Jake had been there to see it. She couldn’t have asked for anything better.

Layla talked to Chris and his band for a few minutes, thanking them for inviting her to play. She really did have an amazing time, but there was something else on her mind, obviously.

She felt someone tap her on the shoulder, and turned around to see her husband waiting in the wing of the backstage area. Lieutenant Jake Seresin, in his dress blues and all his glory, offering out the bouquet of gorgeous blue and purple blooms.

“Did I say the 16th? I meant the 14th. You know how bad I am with dates, princess.”

Layla practically flung herself into his arms, capturing his lips with hers. He barely had enough time to move the flowers out of the way of her embrace. Layla brought her hands to the side of his head, trying to make sure he was really there, and that she wasn’t experiencing wasn’t some grief-driven hallucination from missing him so much. But he was there, and he was real - six feet of solid muscle and warmth.

After she could stand to let go of him and she’d wiped her tears thoroughly on his uniform jacket, Layla stepped back and took him all in.

“Jake, how - You weren’t supposed to be back until Friday!”

“Well,” Jake said, a sly smile coming to his face. “We’ll just say it was a little bit of strategic dishonesty, just so I could surprise you a few days early this time out. I knew you probably wouldn’t talk to any of the neighbors, so they wouldn’t spoil it for me. And the fact that you had a gig tonight just happened to work out all the better for me!” 

“These are for you, princess.” Jake said, handing over the bouquet, kissing her gently on her forehead. They matched the ones that were tattooed to Layla’s back, interspersed with piano keys. “You were amazing tonight. I loved every second. And… you played our song.”

“I did”, she said, taking him by the arm. She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.

“Let’s go home. You still smell like the ship.”

“Hey, I showered already! A Hollywood shower, even.” Jake said, with mock aghast.

“I know, but you need to do it again. Don’t worry, I’ll help you this time.”

[karimac]

For the Ask Meme for Writers ask #1, 3, 10, 14, 22 annndd 26 ^_^

Sorry I did not get to this sooner! Thanks for asking these questions!

1. Does writing energize you? Or does it sap your energy? Most of the time writing energizes me. The only time it doesn't is if I haven't been sleeping very well for a few nights in a row. I love being able to sit down and not "be myself" for a bit, and plotting out what my characters are going to do is always fun. One of my favorite things about gaming (and the one time so far I have done it on Tumblr with another writer) is working to develop plots and characters. I just don't wander into those waters too much if I am not familiar with the fandom for the other writer.

3. What is my writing Kryptonite? OK, that one is easy—feeling guilty about not doing my paying work. I work from home as a research assistant for a scientific publishing company, so the pull of the schedule for the paying gig versus the joy of writing can be enough to derail me on many nights!

10. What’s something you’d like to explore in your writing but haven’t had the chance yet? I guess I would like to dip my toes into another fandom one day, but I am not sure which one. I have had a version of Kari in play in online post-by-play roleplay settings for myriad versions of Marvel’s 616 universe for over 20 years, and this is the first time she has stepped outside the 616. I did try my hand at Image/Top Cow and Star Wars boards, but those crashed and burned because of bad timing/lack of gamers. I also tried gaming in the Star Trek realm on Tumblr, but I was not well-versed enough to do well with it, even as an OC. I am a fan of Legends of Tomorrow, so maybe one day an OC will click for that setting for me!

14. What’s a trope/type of situation you love playing around with in your writing? Oh, there are a lot of crayons I could pull out of that box! I guess the one I have used a lot is the “idiots who are in love but don’t really admit it too quickly” one. “Hidden facets of the hero/heroine’s past coming to light at the worst time” also has worked well for me. So have versions of "giving one's all/making the ultimate sacrifice--but with a twist."

22. Give us a window into your mind when you’ve let people read your work and you’re waiting on any feedback. OK, if you mean beta readers, I don't have any. My husband usually reads it right after I post it. He is not a member of any fandom, so he is reading to make sure it makes sense and has no typos. He is only acquainted with the MCU because our son and I take him along to the movies. To be honest, I was not sure I’d make it past the six month mark on my current Tumblr stint (I was here a few years back trying my hand at Star Trek RPG and left until August 2021), and I really wasn’t connected to a lot of people when I first came back. Going forward? Who knows what life will bring my way writing-wise. That said, I tend to be an anxious soul about my writing. I never feel it is well-developed or polished enough.

26. Do you get emotionally caught up in your stories, or is that for the readers? Oh boy, do I get emotionally caught up! In her gaming version, I killed Kari once. It was part of a plot developed with another gamer, and we knew she would be reborn in a few weeks time (for those who know Marvel 616, she is an External in that world—their version of Highlander). I cried for hours when I killed her. So yes, Queen of Emotional Writing here! If I can’t feel a tug at my heart, I’m doing something wrong.

[theyanderespecialist]

Strike With Obsession 1 (One shot/Mini Series) Striker X Marie OC (Yandere) (Helluva Boss)

(no one's pov)

"Oh Satan it is hot." An imp muttered as she got out of the van towards her Employee's parents

"Oh it's okay Marie, hey you look great in my old clothes."

"..I feel like I'm going to fuck my cousin who is also my brother." Marie muttered as she fanned herself.

"No Millie's right Miss. Y-You look..good."

"She looks hot Moxxie. Hot as fuck." Millie said as Marie winked.

"Oh come on keep talking like that and I'm sure we can find a hay Bush and mooxie can use those strong hands while I use mine--"

"Marie!" Moxxie said disapproving of her advances..in front of Millie's parents. The couple however were used to this..and had a plan to share her.

"Speaking of strong hands. Meet our newest help-- Striker! Get over here!" Millies dad yelled as a man came riding over on a stallion as Marie's eyes widen as she walked over...and shoved him off the horse.

"wha-I wouldn't--"

"oh yes so sweet aren't you? Yes you are- oh! Placing your nose on mine, so sweet!" Marie yelled.

She wrapped her arms around the horse as she squealed. (So horses place their noses on another horse or owner and share their breathe as a form of affection.) (Also all she cares about is the horse

"oh yeah, boss."

"HM?"

"That's striker. That's his horse you are molesting."

"I'm not molesting-that is- you could have used any word for the horse and you used- I know I said I love horses..but not like that."

"Hah! We're here because the prince is her boyfriend~" Millie said with an over enthusiastic tone..almost too enthusiastic.

"Yeah, Millie I love you and would pin you down, but I'm not above a cat fight with another woman. It's a casual on and off, quid pro quo relationship--wait..is he still wearing my harness?....eh thing never got any use anyway before him." She muttered

Striker was still staring and then he knew he had to put on his southern charm~

"well you must be the lady that's running this murder gig." "Yup." She said bit really paying attention to his as she fussed over Millie's hair, letting her hands linger on Millie before turning to Moxxie.

"You know I was surprised." He continued as Marie fixed Moxxie's bow tie, dragging a nail down his chest.

Crap. "Not many imps start a business..it's impressive." He threw out those words as she stopped and turned to him. Now he had her attention.

"Really? Well..heh..I mean I guess it is.." she said

"Darn right it is." I say. "No loans or other demons being your boss! It must be amazing!"

She perked up at that. "You know you lot should enter the pain games." "Games? I heard games." Marie said once more ignoring striker.

"Every harvest festival there's a competition to see who's the roughest, toughest bastard in wrath."

"Oh--"

"yeah, I wish I could compete."

"Millie ya know you get to carried away." Marie was not really paying attention. "Now you can cheer your boss on."

"Oh no. I'm amazing with a gun, I'm good with arrows, I can bend my body ways you can't imagine but..I'm not good with pain." Marie said.

"You two can root for me?"

"Aw Moxxie."

"Look at you Mox." The two girls let out a sigh.

"Yeah I don't think Thespian types like you will last long."

"I was born here too I so can!"

"Well then." Striker said glaring down at the imp. "Why don't you help me Wrestle that hog for dinner?"

"No problem."

"Oh Moxxie you're so brave." Marie said as Millie looked at him. As happy as she was seeing her husband trying to get in with her parents..she was concerned.

"You don't have to--"

"I do."

"We'll get em tiger! Hey you do it..I'll let you see me without this tiefront top..if you fail, I'm fucking your wife without you." She said as she pushed him in.

'theres no way, she's gonna see what a stupid wimp he is...maybe he'll die if I'm lucky.' Striker thought watching as Moxxie got a hold of the hog before being swung around, panting and sweating as Striker looked over only to see Marie Fanning herself.

"Millie you bagged a good one. Look at that jock. What a specimen..makes me get all excited."

He glared at moxie even more

I glare as I get in and kill the hog..only to see Marie holding Moxxie with Millie..she didn't even look?! I picked it up at least I can get some anger out on the carcass

(next day)

I stood in the crowd as Wally went on about the festival. "Holy--is that Wally? Yo. Mox, Mill, that's Wally. I worked with that southern bastard." She said as Stolas got on the sage as Marie waved to him before stopping herself.

She stopped. "Oh..that's awkward. I was waving to stol--ahem..stretching my arm-" she said laughing.

He blushes and starts up the show. I glare as the games start as I see Marie jump off the bleachers guess she couldn't help but join the action.

I began to climb the wall when she wrapped her tail around mine, using me as a boost to jump from me all the way to the other one as she smiled.

(oh god she's wholesome right now)

(that's actually kind of adorable just imagining her blissfully having fun..while Moxxie is dying.)

(XD yup)

She won that round the next one was up and I proove myself

I grabbed the rope as she seemed to get distracted before she grabbed her rope before she slipped as I looked down at her before tying her and pushing her down. Gently. She blushes darkly at this and squirms.

I quickly realized as my eyes widen letting go of the ropes as soon as they called it as she just got out of them easily. (She couldn't have gotten out..but..where's the fun in that) "you have this Mox!" She yelled suddenly.

The next was the rope tug as I could see her and Moxxie genuinely trying as I just tug the ripe as it snapped sending her back into me as Moxxie fell into the mud.

(I feel like he feels they have a connection)

(XD He probably does XD)

"I help her steady and smell her hair only for her to push me off and into the mud as she helps Moxxie out. That little twerp!

I see her hold him close to her chest as his face went red as I stopped realizing her shirt was open..the only thing covering her..was Moxxie.

(Timeskip)

"Well for the first year we have a tie! The winners are--"

"the winners are Striker!" That blue blood prince said. "and my darling sweet, loving Mar~"

"ugh say my name right you dick--"

"would you rather mistress?" He asked.

"Oh that's fucking worse, fine Mar." She said bit smiled waving to Millie and Moxxie

I growled I hated the bird fuck even more how dare he even think of touching her. That is when jeans down and kisses her I am going make him suffer!!!

Her face exploded in colour as the others gasp in shock as he pulled away and patted her head. And he pays her like a dog? However I noticed the smile on her face as she played with her hands. No. I ain't done yet.

I began to song however..she wasn't interested jumping off the stage as she walked over to Millie and Moxxie as she said something that made the two blush as she kissed both their cheeks and stroked them as she started to walk off with them.

When I had gotten back I see her laying on the ground with my horse as her legs kicked back and forth as I think her eyes were sparkling..and I don't mean that they were shining in a romantic way, they literally seemed to be shining as she watched him eat before getting up to help Millie as I walking inside when I notice my door opened.

"How did he get this?" I hear Mxxie say.

"Why don't you ask him?"

He turns around as I glare at him.

"Why do you have this? This can kill-"

"demon royalty?"

"Well yeah-"

"it could kill you."

"Yes!"

"Your wife"

"absolutely! That's why I-I'm relativity concerned about you having this..also the way you..did you smell my boss' hair?"

(okay good logical thing to be concerned about maybe not in a death situation but xD)

"She is mine and I will not let you take her from me, or that Blue blood fuck!" I snap and wrap my tail around him and slam him into the wall.

I began to choke until he smashed a table and ran to the door opening it as I managed to cover his mouth as he was losing consciousness before I was stabbed as I hiss as his wife jumped on my back as I smashed her into the wall and bring them to the basement as I glare.

"I'd kill y'all--"

"Moxxie! Millie! I need help! I think my bra hook is stuck! nevermind! I got it! Go back to whatever you two were doing!"

I smirked. "But you might be more useful to me alive" I say and lock them in. She will be mine no matter WHAT!

[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

Chapter 1 -- Perfect Harmony | Charlie Gillespie

Summary: Emily Fox is a talented 17-year-old with a passion for all things music. Her dream is to become a successful singer-songwriter one day. But to achieve that dream, she needs to get into one of the most prestigious music schools in her district – it’s all been part of her plan since she was six. Sadly enough, those schools cost a ton of money that her parents don’t want to invest. They don’t even want her to pursue her dream. So, now Emily’s hustling, working at the music store to save up to get into college. That’s until she meets Charlie, an annoying seventeen-year-old boy with the same dream as her. The only difference is, he’s just doing it. He doesn’t need a fancy college to pursue his dream to become famous with his band. He just writes his songs and books small gigs here, there and everywhere. Will meeting Charlie defer her from her dream college, or will he actually help her achieve the dream? 

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x OC (Emily Fox) 

Warnings: mentions of death, the characters of Charlie, Owen, Jeremy and Madison are based on the characters they play on the show and i do not own their names, only OC are mine. The songs aren’t mine either, they’re all from the show except for one. 

Chapter One

~|Emily Fox| ~

As a seventeen-year-old, you should not be left to your devices. Unless you have no other choice. When you have a dream your parents have called unrealistic without ever listening to what you were actually capable of, you have no other choice but to move out and fend for yourself. Thankfully, I can stay with Uncle Mitch for a while until I’m off to college.  Since leaving my parents’ house at fourteen, my life has consisted of high school, working at the music store, write songs – if I have the time –, help Uncle Mitch around the house, sleep, repeat. It’s been a chore. But I just about manage. 

“Please, don’t touch the guitars without a supervisor, ma’am!” I say loudly from across the shop as I catch her hands rising up to pick up one of the acoustic guitars hanging on the wall for display. I rush over to her, dodging clients testing out guitars and pianos I’ve helped before. While the forty-something woman stares at me with an intense glare, I pick up the Gibson guitar for her and hand it over, offering her my fakest smile. “This one’s a nice one!” I tell her as she handles the guitar very clumsily, nearly dropping it. “What do you know about guitars?” she snarls at me. “Well, for starters, I work here, so I’m supposed to have some knowledge about guitars. Secondly, this is a bass guitar. Never just call a bass a guitar.” The woman rolls her eyes and when she casts her gaze on the strings, I roll mine. I’ve had my share of forty-something old women coming in here to buy something for their spoiled little sons, pretending they know more about guitars of any kind, pianos and drums while I have been brought up listening to Uncle Robert talking non-stop about all of his instruments. He taught me how to play each and every one of the instruments and brought me into the world of rock. If he were still here, I wouldn’t be working in a music store, trying to pay for my own apartment or my college tuition. He believed in me from the second he heard me sing and play piano. He still believes in me, I can feel it. Staying with Uncle Mitch – Uncle Robert’s husband, now widower, has been a lot more healing than it would’ve been if I still lived at my parents’. “I know that,” she grumbles, then looks back up at me. “If you know so much about everything, you little know-it-all, why don’t you tell me something more about this one?” I refrain myself from rolling my eyes again, and instead ball up my fists to put all of my anger there. “This is the Les Paul Junior Tribute DC bass. It’s actually a tribute to the historic Gibson EB-0 bass from the late 50's, but with modern features. The short scale length is actually chosen by many for its strong fundamental tone and sits perfectly in a track when recording. The mahogany double cutaway body and maple neck with rosewood fingerboard balances perfectly when playing either sitting or strapped on. It's equipped with a single expanded range LP BassBucker pickup with single volume and tone controls for simplicity. The volume pot has a push-pull feature to coil tap the pickup scooping the mids for further tone shaping possibilities.” I’ve explained this many a times, so it almost sounds as if I’ve learned it by heart. “Oh! And it comes in four different finishes; Worn Ebony, Worn Cherry, Blue Stain and Worn Brown.” The woman looks at me, clearly impressed at my knowledge of the bass in her hands. I’m pretty sure I could’ve told her anything and she would’ve believed me. “I want to speak to the manager,” she then says and pushes the bass guitar back in my hands as if handling a cardboard box. If my reflexes weren’t what they are now, we would’ve had a broken bass and I would be the one that had to pay for it. “What for?” I ask, my anger slipping through into a vicious snarl. “Just because you learn everything by heart, doesn’t mean you’re a good salesperson.” I open my mouth to say something, but I know I can’t win against a Karen. So, instead, I plaster on my best fake smile and say “Of course, give me a second.” I turn on my heel and make my way back to the cash register to get Ash, my manager who’s been nothing but an absolute gem to me. She wasn’t looking for any employees, but still hired me when she saw how desperate I was and how good I was with the instruments. She even lets me write songs after hours. “Karen alert?” Ash asks when she sees my annoyed face, at the brim of exploding. “Yep, at the bass guitars,” I tell her and take her spot to handle a paying costumer. Ash hops over the counter and makes her way to the Karen at the bass guitars. Only for her to leave the store in an angered rush without any bass guitar for her precious son. “That’s 44 dollars and 97 cents, please,” I tell the guy who’d come in for guitar strings, picks and some polish. He looks about my age. Dark hair gelled back, green almond-shaped eyes and rosy cheeks. He hands me the cash with a cute, nervous smile. “Thank you! And here’s the three cents change,” I hold out my hand for him to take the three cents, but he shakes his head. “Keep it,” he winks at me before grabbing his purchases and leaving the store. Leaving me all flustered and blushing. I hate when cute boys come to the shop and have the audacity to do this stuff to me. UGH. “Got rid of our Karen,” Ash tells me, “You can get back out there. I think the little girl over there at the piano could use some of your expertise.” She points to a fourteen-year-old gliding her fingers along the big wing of the white piano in the middle of our store. “Hi,” I say as I approach her, making her jump slightly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Emily. Can I help you?” She scans my face for a moment, as if assessing whether or not I’m trustworthy. I guess she decides she does when she opens her mouth and four simple words flow out of it. “Do you play piano?” I’m a bit taken aback by the question. None of the costumers have ever asked me that question. “Yes, I do, actually,” I reply honestly. “I want to learn how to play the piano, but my mother doesn’t allow me. Says it’s too expensive. The piano, that is. And lessons are expensive too, she says.” She stops talking for a moment as if thinking about what to say next. “Will you teach me?” “Oh,” I manage to bring out, “I—we don’t really offer any piano lessons in the store. We just sell them.” Her eyes water and she visibly swallows a lump in her throat. “Okay…” she whimpers, making my heart break just that bit more. “Will you play me a song though? I love hearing people play.” I take a deep breath as I think about how to turn this girl down. But then I remember my parents turning me and my dreams down. “Sure, I can play you a song. Any requests?” I ask as I sit down on the stool in front of us, patting beside me to invite her too. “Surprise me,” she says, shaking her head with a big smile on her face. I carefully touch the keys as I think of a song to sing. Once I’ve figured that out, I begin to play the right melody and then chime in with the lyrics I’d written with Uncle Robert when he was still alive. The song I cherish the most and wouldn’t share with anyone. But this girl reminds me too much of myself, and I think she might take something from the message. “Here's the one thing I want you to know You got someplace to go Life's a test, yes But you go toe to toe You don't give up, no, you grow.” The girl looks up at me with big Bambi eyes, urging me to continue. “And you use your pain Cause it makes you you Though I wish I could hold you through it I know it's not the same You got living to do And I just want you to do it So get up, get out, relight that spark You know the rest by heart” As I begin the chorus, I hear drums backing me up from somewhere inside the store, and when I look around, I find Ash behind a drum set with a smile on her face as she helps me out a little. “Wake up, wake up, if it's all you do Look out, look inside of you It's not what you lost, it's what you'll gain Raising your voice to the rain Wake up your dream and make it true Look out, look inside of you It's not what you lost Relight that spark Time to come out of the dark Wake up, wake up” By now, Ash and I have gained an audience. Most of the costumers in line don’t even mind having to wait to pay until we’re done with this outburst of ours. “Better wake those demons, just look them in the eye No reason not to try Life can be a mess, I won't let it cloud my mind I'll let my fingers fly” The girl next to me still has the same expression on her face. Eyes pooled with admiration and inspiration. Exactly the reason why I make music and why it’s been a dream of mine to make a career out of it. “And I use the pain 'cause it's part of me And I'm ready to power through it Gonna find the strength, find the melody 'Cause you showed me how to do it Get up, get out, relight that spark You know the rest by heart” I go for the chorus again, and then pop in with the bridge. The one I added to uncle’s song. The costumers in the store stare at Ash and me with smiles on their faces whilst swaying along to the song. “So wake that spirit, spirit I wanna hear it, hear it No need to fear it, you're not alone You're gonna find your way home” I close my eyes as I hit that high note, then stop playing for a second whilst starting the chorus for the last time. Even Ash backs me up with some backing vocals after having heard the chorus a couple of times already. “Wake up, wake up, if it's all you do” The both of us pick up the melody again, putting more power behind the rest of the song. “Look out, look inside of you It's not what you lost, it's what you'll gain Raising your voice to the rain Wake up your dream and make it true Look out, look inside of you When you're feeling lost Relight that spark Time to come out of the dark Wake up, wake up” I hit the last couple of notes on the piano before a roar of applause and cheers fills up the entire store. The fourteen-year-old beside me is clapping the loudest of them all. Her eyes still wide and admiring and full of life. “What’s your name?” I ask the girl, causing her to stop clapping. “Kayla,” she replies. “Listen to me, Kayla. Even if your parents don’t agree with your big dreams, please, never give up on your dream! If this is really what you want to do, go for it. You’ll find a way, I promise you.” A tear rolls down her pink cheek as her bottom lip trembles slightly. “Don’t give up, okay?” She nods her head vigorously. “Thank you, Emily!” she wraps her arms around me into a tight hug before hopping off the stool and rushing out the store. As I watch her run out, my eyes land on a guy. Somewhat my age, I think. I can’t really function for a second as his hazel eyes stare at me and with his mouth curled up on one side. When I finally manage to move again, my eyes scan him entirely. His brown hair sticks out from underneath an orange beanie, his nose fine and cheekbones defined. He’s wearing a flannel shirt over a grey muscle tank and ripped black jeans. I give him an awkward smile before heading back to the cash register. “Can you do register for a moment? I need to check something in stock,” Ash asks me, and I simply nod before helping the next costumer. After the fifth costumer, the boy who’d been staring at me before shows up in front of me. “How can I help?” I ask with my best customer service-smile. “By giving your number,” he replies coyly. I was going to give him the cute boy card until those words came out of his mouth. “Sorry, my number ain’t for sale,” I reply and look behind him, “Next!” “Oh, no, sorry! Uhm, I don’t mean it like that, I—” Before he can mutter another word, I interrupt him. “Are you going to purchase something, bro?” He opens his mouth, then closes it again, looking like a goldfish. “Uhm… No… I just—” I interrupt him again. “Next customer, please,” I stare at him intensely, hoping that’d chase him away. He knocks on the counter before moving away, clearly defeated by the rejection. I can’t believe douchebags like him still exists in this generation. People need to learn manners. “Hi, how can I help you?” I ask the next customer, bringing back my best smile. Just got to move on, just as I moved on from dealing with a Karen again today. Best way to do that, is focus on all the other customers. For the rest of my shift, I have not been able to shake the cute-but-rude guy from before. There’s something about him that haunts me still and I can’t seem to figure out what it is. Not even when I’m focusing on cleaning up the store. As I’m dusting the piano, I hear the bell above the door ring. “Sorry, we’re closed!” I yell without looking up from the piano. “Are you going to play again?” The voice sends shivers down my spine as it takes me right back to that one douchey line it uttered just a mere hour before. “Again, we are closed, sorry.” This time it comes out more like a snarl and with a bit of poison. The boy in front of me chuckles and holds his hands up in defeat. “Listen, I’m sorry about before, but—” he steps closer to me, but I hold up my finger to make him stop, and it seems to help as he simply freezes in place. “But the store is closed. Goodbye now.” I go back to dusting off the piano and wait for the bell to ring again, but it doesn’t. Instead, the sound of guitar strums reaches my ears. “You can’t touch any of the guitars without supervision,” I tell him sternly, but when I meet his eyes and they’re looking at me intently as if urging me to do something. “You’re supervising me, aren’t you?” he asks cockily, still stroking the strings, creating a beautiful melody that fills up my head. “What do you want?” I ask bitterly, looking at him again, and hoping it would make him leave faster. “For you to sing.” “Sing what?” He shrugs, leaving me to wonder what he means by that. “I have a lot of work to do, dude. Please, leave,” I sound pathetic, nearly begging him to leave. I’m only a step away from begging on my knees. The sound of the guitar abruptly stops when I go back to cleaning the piano. “Listen, I just wanted to tell you that what you did earlier today was amazing. You know, not a lot of people have the power you have. Did you see what you did to all those people in here? Imagine doing that for thousands of people! Have you ever thought of that?” I turn to look at him, suddenly having the urge to tell him everything. Then I remember what a douchebag he really is. “I don’t have time for this. Please. Leave!” I shout at him before heading towards the cash register to start counting the money. It’s silent for a while until the bell over the door breaks it. I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. This boy did something to me without me even realizing it. Nope. Can’t trust boys. They don’t do anything but break hearts and be douchebags. But this one somehow seemed different. No other boy has ever left such an impression as he did. And I didn’t even have a proper conversation with him. I just hope I don’t have to see him. Like ever again.  

[mummybear]

Private Party With A Rockstar

This Is Day 11 Of Roleplay May

Words: 4030

Warnings: Smut, Biting, Spanking, Face Riding (Female Receiving), Oral Fixation, Throat Holding More Than Choking, Hair Pulling, Dirty Talk, Swearing. Think that’s it.

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Sian (Oc), Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki, Amy (Oc).

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Sian (OC)

Summary: Jensen is a rockstar on the rise and with the help of his best friends he’s getting closer than ever. But when certain feelings are brought to light by the Padalecki’s once again, can Jensen keep ignoring them? With a big hotel party he’s about to find out.

A/N: So I wrote this for my girl Sian, @deanwanddamons​ ! I think i got everything you love involved in this boo, so enjoy ;) 

Being friends with one of the worlds biggest rock stars was amazing to say the least, it didn’t hurt that he was one of the sweetest guys on the planet. As usual, he’d insisted that she came along tonight and of course she didn’t mind, attending these things was always an amazing experience. She wasn’t ashamed to say she was one of his biggest groupies, no matter how many men and women threw themselves at him, he always made sure that he did his best to steer away from that playboy trap. 

Surprisingly, he’d managed it rather successfully. The media had mostly respected his privacy, so he had always done everything he could to stay on their good sides. 

The way he moved around that stage as he belted out the final words to the song had a shiver running up her spine. The man was something else, she would never admit it to him but he’d always had the same effect on her as he did those screaming fans all chanting his name. There was just something about him that made everyone pay attention, sure he was stunning to look at but it wasn’t just that. He oozed charisma and the way he performed was completely effortless even when he was nervous.

Sian watches him as he thanks the crowds with such enthusiasm and love. He was always so grateful for everything he had achieved and he’d never taken it for granted, not for one minute.

She catches that beaming toothy grin when he finally turns away from his fans and makes his way towards her and Jared, his best friend of the last twenty years. His smile is just as infectious as always, making her smile right back at him. As soon as he’s close enough he pulls both of them into a bone crushing hug, his shirt is damp from the sweat caused by the stage lights beaming down on him all night, not to mention his energetic performance.

“So, what did you guys think?” Jensen asks excitedly as he pulls back from the hug, big green eyes sparkling as he looks between them.

“You were amazing as always Jay, even had Jared screaming like a fourteen year old girl” Sian laughs, receiving a bitch face from the giant on the other side of Jensen.

Jensen quickly joined the laughter turning to look at Jared, “Really? Still fangirling after all this time. I’m touched,” winking at both of them, laughing when Jared fans his face and starts giggling.

Clapping Jensen on the shoulder his laughter fades a little.

“No man seriously, you were really great out there. It won’t be long before you’re in the big leagues. Just don’t forget about us little people,” 

“I won’t! Not that you could be considered ‘little people’, you’re practically a giant J-rod.” Jensen smirks when Jared rolls his eyes.

The three of them head out the back way. They’re escorted by Jensen’s security team, so they manage to walk past the screaming fans without too much upset. Coming out at the private parking lot, where the limo is waiting to take the three of them to the private party back at the hotel. 

The three of them climb into the limo and Jensen looks down at his phone when he receives a text, letting Jared pull the door closed behind them. “Amy’s just text me, apparently I have a photo shoot to do when we get there. She wants me to get a few with you guys, show off the party spirit and all that, you know if that’s cool with you two?” Jensen asks looking between the two of them as Jared pops the cork of the champagne.

“Just make sure they get my good side,” 

“Do you even have a bad side?” Sian asks honestly, happily taking the glass of champagne that Jared offers her and taking a sip. “I mean you two are so hot it makes me sick,” 

“Comin’ from you that’s rich.” Jensen chuckles, practically downing his entire glass and shaking it at Jared for a refill.

Jared rolls his eyes with a fond smile, thinking about when he and Genevieve had first started hanging out more often. The way they would flirt constantly, much like his two best friends beside him, they were both to blind to see what the other felt, even if it was obvious to anyone who knew them. 

“Well, I guess I’ll do it since it’s for you. But you owe me a song.” Sian smirks at him finishing her drink.

“Sure. Anything for my favourite girl,” Jensen replies with a wink, pulling out a key card for each of them and handing them over. “And I invited Gen as well, I know you guys haven’t had much alone time together since Tom was born, so enjoy that room.” 

Smiling Jared tries to hide the tears beginning to form in his eyes as he takes the key from his best friend, “thanks man, really. I don’t know what to say.” he nods quietly, Jensen’s hand gently squeezes his shoulder, right as the limo pulls over.

“Mr Ackles, Sir. We’re here.” The limo driver announces as the panel between them comes down.

“Thanks Cliff, just park up and let yourself in.” Jensen smiles kindly, patting the older man on the back through the gap, before turning back to his friends and grinning. “Let's get this show on the road.” he exclaims before opening the door and stepping out.

Which is quickly followed by the party guests whooping and calling his name excitedly, Jared and Sian climb out behind him with big smiles, after all this was normal for them when they were with Jensen. Jared completely beams seeing his wife running towards him, opening his arms for the beautiful woman to jump into, which she does easily. Tears stream down her face as they cling to each other tightly, they don’t even notice the envious looks of the people around them, all they see is each other. 

The four of them walk inside the party and head straight for the bar. However, they don’t make it very far before Jensen is being grabbed by his manager Amy.

“The people for the photo shoot are here,” even as she says it, she can see his shoulder slump slightly in disappointment and rushes to assure him. “I promise. Half an hour tops, then you’re free.”

Adjusting his leather jacket Jensen smiles at the young woman showing off the crinkles at the corners of his eyes and gives her a nod.

“C’mon guys, best not keep them waitin’.” 

Sian, Jared and Gen follow Amy and Jensen over to the small photo booth looking thing, which had been set up for them in the corner of the venue. 

There’s more champagne on ice as soon as they walk inside the completely white space, it’s almost like another room. It's so big, there’s a few props and lights set up and the backdrop which remains white for now. The cork pops off the champagne and the photographer hands each person a drink, while Amy takes a seat out of shot. They do the photos of Jensen alone first, everyone watching on, marvelling at just how flawlessly he manages to follow the direction given to him. When it comes to the group photos the situation is almost completely reversed, everyone falling over each other laughing, pulling faces. Well they had been told to have fun, so they damn well made sure they did.

Everything goes smoothly from there, with only a few minor outfit changes for Jensen, mainly since Jared and Sian had shook two bottles of champagne all over the poor guy and soaked him through. 

By the time the shoot is finished and they actually leave the photo booth, they’re all on the drunk side of tipsy. Jensen’s thrown himself into one of those full body laughs that has everyone else laughing right along with him, not that any of them remember what the hell he was laughing at; they've been laughing so much.

“Hey Jay, please tell me we have a hot tub in our room,” Gen grins, throwing a devilish sideways glance at her husband, who’s interest has suddenly piqued. His smile has grown significantly as he wraps his arm around his best friend's shoulder.

Shaking his head at the couple with a smile Jensen nods, “Of course it does, you horny teenagers. You ask and I deliver.”  

“Are we the worst friends in the world if we go check it out now?” 

“Just go! We’ll see you guys in the morning. I’m sure Siany can keep me company,” Jensen replies easily, all three of them glancing over to where the woman in question was currently talking with Amy, deep in conversation, until she spots Jensen looking and throws him a wink.

“Oh yeah I bet she can!” Jared snorts when Gen smacks his shoulder, even though she’s smiling as well.

Before Jensen can predictably roll his eyes at the comment, the more sober of the Padalecki’s speaks first. “You can ignore the drunk man if you want to Jay, but you know he’s right. Just do it, if it’s what you want. Stop killing yourselves by ignoring it! It’s so obvious how you two feel about each other.” Gen reasons, watching the way Jensen worries at his bottom lip with his teeth as Sian walks back over.

They both hug Sian goodnight, before leaving her alone with Jensen and suddenly he finds himself considering what Gen had said. She wasn’t wrong, he’d spent years trying to ignore how he felt for his friend. But he didn’t want to lose what they had, she was always there for him, every gig, every problem. Every high and every low.

She pulls him from his thoughts, gently grabbing hold of his hand and squeezing.

“So, how far away from your room am I this time?” she asks with a teasing smile as Jensen links his fingers with hers, surprised when she doesn’t pull away.

“You’re right under me….Well your room is, you know under mine.” Jensen swallows hard as they both start walking towards the hotel.

“Cool it stud. I knew what you meant, just wondered if you’re gonna be singing me to sleep again?” 

Jensen sighs in relief, fondly remembering all the times she’d asked him to sing to her, when their rooms had been side by side back in the early days. 

“I guess we’ll have to see if you can hear me this time.” 

The elevator dings and they step inside, along with a big group of people, forcing Sian to step in front of Jensen who’s hands instinctively grip her waist. His warm breath is fanning across her bare shoulder and neck, causing goosebumps to rise across her skin. Swallowing hard she leans back into him and his fingers tighten on her hips.

The higher the elevator climbs the emptier it becomes. But neither of them move away from one another. When Jensen’s lips brush her ear she can’t suppress the shiver that rolls through her body, his fingers slip just under her t-shirt, just barely moving against her soft skin. One of his hands leaves her hips, to move her hair over one of her shoulders and she immediately leans into his touch.

They both look up when a loud ping echoes through the small space, pulling them from their little moment. They regretfully pull away from each other and step out into the empty but well lit hallway.  

Clearing his throat Jensen turns to face Sian, “Since we’re on my floor, do you maybe wanna come in for a drink? I can show you the view.” he asks, still breathing a little heavier than usual, licking his dry lips as he waits for her to say no thank you. 

Blue meets green when they finally look at each other again, “Sure, I’d like that.” she smiles, blushing a little with the way he’s looking at her. Taking his offered hand Sian follows him over to the only room on this floor. Of course, Jensen Ackles would have the penthouse suite.

The door clicks open when Jensen scans his key card and they both step inside. The smaller lights turn on, lighting the room just enough for them to see each other and their surroundings. “Wow.” Sian breathes out quietly, looking out of one of the large windows which cover two of the walls. He hadn’t lied at all. The view was completely stunning, the beautiful lights and all the massive buildings. Not to mention the breathtaking view of the sea. 

“Yeah, it’s really something else,” Jensen rasps behind her suddenly, much like the elevator she leans back into his strong body pressed up behind her. She looks up catching his eyes in the reflection of the glass. “You ever wonder if people are right about us? Have you ever thought about it?” he asks out of nowhere, his breath hot as his lips just barely brush across her neck.

Swallowing her nerves she turns in his embrace, looking up at him, her hands push up his chest, slipping beneath the leather jacket and pushing it from his shoulders. Noticing how much darker his green eyes have gone and his bottom lip is swollen from all of the biting.

“Honestly, of course I wonder.” she replies quietly, slowly backing off. “I think about it all the time. Do you?” she asks, her voice shaking a little, as she pulls off her t-shirt and drops it to the floor. Kicking her shoes off she watches him advance on her.

“Constantly.” he admits swallowing his nerves and slowly pulling his t-shirt off, throwing it across the room. Her skirt drops, so do Jensen’s jeans. “So, we relax and see what happens?” 

“Exactly,” Sian agrees, turning on the hot tubs jets as she slips into the water,  Jensen doesn’t take long to join her.

It doesn’t escape her notice when he wraps his arm around her that roughly grips the side of the tub. When she turns to face him, his lips are a breath away from her own. His other hand lands on her knee, slowly sliding his hand up further as his lips press against hers with an urgency she’d never felt before. 

Jensen pulls her into his lap with ease, her fingers push into his hair as he deepens the kiss. His tongue slips inside her mouth, gentle but demanding and it was like every nerve ending in her entire body had been lit, like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Her tongue moves with his as she rocks her hips down into the growing bulge between them, the gentle slosh of water mixed with their heavy breathing are the only sounds in the room.

Pulling back she rests her forehead against his. Jensen’s eyes find hers easily, as those large skilled hands slide up her back, unhooking her bra with a practised hand. It falls loose between them and she pulls it free, tossing it away, hearing the wet slap as it hits the tiled floor. Sian’s head falls back and a breathy moan leaves her lips, when Jensen ducks down and sucks one of her nipples between his plump lips, his tongue swirls around the hardening buds before dragging his teeth over slowly letting it fall from his mouth.

“I knew I loved your mouth for more than just singing.” She half laughs half moans as he repeats the actions on the other breast.

Jensen smirks when he stands with her, letting her feet touch the floor. “You ain’t seen anythin’ yet baby girl.” He assures her with a cheeky grin as he slips her underwear down, helping her step out of them. “Oh fuck, look at you. Pretty sure it’s time to test that bed out.” he growls playfully, enjoying the way she bites into her smiling lips when he tugs off his boxers and pulls her close, before surprising her completely and throwing her over his shoulder.

Smacking her ass as he walks, pulling an excited squeal from her lips. Jensen lays her body back onto the bed and quickly drops to his knees in front of her. Pushing her feet back on the bed, so that they’re by her ass and she lets her legs fall open. 

Sian shivers when his lips finally press against the soft skin of her inner thigh, he licks his way up her thigh, following the water droplets still rolling down her legs. Biting down in the very top of the muscle, just below where she wants his mouth most right now. All she can do is moan his name, grabbing at his hair and rolling her hips into his waiting tongue. 

Jensen growls when the taste of her finally hits his tongue, leaning in closer he flattens his tongue and licks through her folds, stopping to circle her clit and doing it again, and again until she’s whining his name desperately when he stops. He kisses his way up her body, not missing the way she leans into every small touch of his skin against hers.

Dragging his teeth over her ear lobe he speaks, “You wanna sit on my face darlin’?” he rasps as two fingers slide through her slick and slip inside her easily, pulling another sexy moan from her throat. “God. What the fuck has my stupid ass been doin’? Should’ve done this years ago.” 

“Jensen please, I need you.” she begs, as he moves to press a kiss to her lips.

Licking his lips he shuffles up the bed and she turns over to watch him, until his head hits the pillows and he crooks a finger at her. “Get up here, now.” 

She can’t move fast enough, a big smile stretching across her lips as she crawls towards him seductively. Jensen doesn’t take his eyes off of her, not even when her thighs are either side of his head. His dark green eyes remain locked on her bright blue ones. 

Those strong arms wrap around her thighs pulling her down onto his waiting mouth, one of her hands grabs at the headboard to steady herself and the other sinks into the soft hair at the top of his head. The tip of his nose nudges as her clit as his tongue pushes inside, swirling and dipping in and out, until her hips are rolling into his face and all he can do is moan at the sexy woman above him.

Jensen unwraps his arms from her thighs as she lifts a little, he pushes two fingers inside her, eyes completely focused on hers as his tongue flicks back and forth in time with his fingers.

“Fuck Jay, I’m so close.” she cries out desperately,  as her pussy starts fluttering and clenching around his fingers and her thighs start to shake, the look in his eyes makes it so she’s unable to look away from him.

Removing his fingers he smacks her ass, gripping tight as she rides his face and tongue, feeling the slight scruff scratching at her sensitive inner thighs. Clinging to his hair and the headboard as it bounces off of the wall. Another slap against her ass has her moans getting louder, she can practically hear every time his cock slips through his hand and it only makes her that much closer. His teeth scrape over her clit as he sucks, her mouth drops open in shock when the orgasm hits her like a damn truck, sparking every nerve ending in her body.

She’s still shaking when she starts to come down, Jensen hasn’t stopped, he’s still moaning as he takes everything she gives him. Her eyes flutter open finding his, he’s never looked sexier than he does between her legs. She climbs off of him with a little help, collapsing beside him on the bed. Turning to face her he pulls her into a kiss, before she has time to take a breath, his hands are everywhere as she tastes herself on his lips and tongue, moaning into each other's mouths as he rocks his hips into her.

When her fingers wrap around his cock he grunts and pulls away from her lips.

“How do you want me, cowboy?” Sian asks a little breathlessly, looking up at him through her lashes.

Pressing a chaste kiss to her lips he gets onto his knees, “Bend over for me baby.” he asks gently, groaning when she rolls over and arches her back at the perfect angle. Jensen can’t resist spreading her ass cheek, leaning forward and running his tongue from her dripping slit and up to circle around her tight puckered whole. Loving the way she whines beneath him, “Oh, we’re coming back to that later,” he chuckles, biting his lip as the swollen head of his cock pressed against her wet and hot fluttering entrance.

“Fuck, Jensen. Please!” 

He snaps his hips forwards quickly, bottoming out in one thrust. Loving the way that she practically screams in pleasure and arches her back further, trying to get closer. Jensen growls at the way her pussy clamps down around him, wrapping her hair around one of his hands he picks up a steady rhythm. 

“Fuck, your pussy feels incredible. Not gonna last long darlin’, shit!” he grits out between hard breaths, throwing his head back when she slips a hand between her legs and starts rubbing at her clit. His fingers tighten in her hair pulling her up off of the bed, until her back is pressed tightly against his chest. 

The movements of her fingers speed up on her clit, when Jensen’s hips slam into her ass like nothing she’d ever felt. His hand wraps gently around her throat, feeling her swallow under his hand and her thighs start to shake against his. “S-So good,” she stutters between loud moans and the forcefulness of his thrusts. His free arm wraps around her waist, stopping her from falling forwards as he sucks marks into her neck, biting down when her nails dig into his forearms painfully.

Turning her head his mouth finds hers immediately, all teeth and tongues as Jensen’s hips begin to stutter. Reaching around her nails dig into his ass, trying to pull him closer.

“You want it baby?” Jensen growls darkly, fingers tightening around her throat as his balls draw up.

“Yes Jay! Fuck, please do it!” Sian whimpers hoarsely.

Jensen falls over the edge that he’d just barely been clinging onto and he sinks his teeth into her shoulder with a moan of her name. But he doesn’t stop not until he hears her gasping and writhing against him. With another three hard precise thrusts of his hips, she’s falling apart, pussy clamping down around his cock like a vice as their come drips down his length.

They collapse onto the bed as his softening cock slips from inside her, Jensen’s breathing hard against the back of Sian’s neck as she tries to bite back the massive grin on her lips, not that he can see with their current position.

“Well fuck,” Jensen laughs breathlessly, when she turns to face him both of them are smiling like a pair of idiots.

“Yeah, there’s really no other way of putting it is there?” Sian asks as they link their fingers together she watches him carefully. 

“You know what this means right?”

“No, what’s that?” She asks, still smiling as he tucks the hair behind her ear.

“A big fat I told you so from the Padalecki’s.” he laughs kissing her again, she can’t help but giggle into the kiss as she wraps her arms around his neck.

“Bring it on. So far, it’s past worth it.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” Jensen grins, releasing her for a minute he bends over the side of the bed, giving Sian the best view of his ass, her nail marks still very much visible. He reemerges with his guitar and that damn perfect eye crinkling smile of his. “Well, don’t let it be said I break tradition.” 

“I’m all ears rockstar.” 

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