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seitmai · 3 days ago

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I'm obsessed with them, so many thoughts

You really didn’t know when it all happened, when you and Bradley became a thing. At first he was just an annoying crew member you couldn’t shake off your tail. Then he was your wingman. Then you got accidentally placed into marriage accommodation and the two of you played it off so you could get better housing. Then you actually bought a house. And then somewhere along the way you got married.

Whoops 🤷🏻‍♀️

“Where shall we have the wedding?” Bradley asked and you raised a brow “register office” you shrug “what you don’t want a wedding?” He asks, hand on his chest as he feigns offence. “You do?” You ask and he nods vigorously. You huff. “Fine” “so shall we do it on the beach?” He asks “okay” you just go along with it, hardly even entertaining the idea at all.

It's so cute that Bradley us the one wanting a real big wedding 😍🥹 (I bet he has a Pinterest board since that first morning run 🤔🤭)

“just not really into the whole idea of this wedding. I kinda thought we’d just sign papers and get on with it” you said “well you picked Bradshaw, he’s a drama queen at the best of times” she says and you him in agreement;

Haha so true 😅

You showed up to the beach-front wedding right on time, completely dead against the idea of being in any way, shape, or form late.

Yes a fellow on time or early club member 💪🏻

Your father gave you away, Bradley in floods of tears at the end of the isle by the time you’d gotten there. “You look incredible” he whispers, lips quivering as he stares at you “shut up you’re going to make me cry.” You grumble, but smile. “It’s okay to cry.” He says, as the ceremony begins. “You may now kiss your bride” and Bradley dipped you and kissed you sweetly, drowning out the cheers of those around you. “I love you, Bradshaw.” You say, smally, “I love you more, sweetheart” he says and kisses your forehead “you’re crying” he points out “shut up”

I might cry too because this is so perfect 🥰🥹

And then you looked at the two lines on the pregnancy test two years later. You hummed “okay” and looked at yourself in the mirror, knowing nothing else other than the fact that you had to tell Bradley right that second. You marched downstairs, where he was sat playing with some keys on the piano you’d bought him last Christmas, stopping next to him. “Hey baby, y’alright?” He asked, and you just held out the stick to him. “What’s this?” He asks, taking it from you and looking over it once. “You serious?” He asked, looking at you; smile growing from ear to ear “you’re pregnant?” He almost whispers “unless the other four lied.” you say and he jumps up and pulls you into his arms, kissing all over your face until you shouted at him to stop.

They are really black cat wife and golden retriever husband 🤭🥰

He is so excited to be a dad 🥹🥰

“I need to get the baby clothes out of the attic” he mumbles, kissing your temple “the what?” You ask “I bought them when we started renting the house!” He says, dragging you excitedly up the stairs “but we own the house, Brad” you him “no, no, the one we had during the mission!” He says and you gasp internally, realising how long the two of you had been together without even noticing it.

Omg I can't with him 😂

He kissed your forehead and hugged you, then your husband before walking back over to the aircraft he was working on. “Thought you needed a new picture for your pinboard” you hum “oh? I just added the wedding photo!” He says, excitedly, showing you the filled gap. “Okay, guess you don’t want the sonogram of your grandchild.” You say, turning to head out before Bradley hurriedly grabbed you and turned you back into the situation, pulling the strip of photos from his breast pocket. Your dad stood with his jaw wide open “you’re-” he breathes “you’re really pregnant?” He asks as his eyes well with tears “well I wouldn’t lie-” you say but he just pulls you into a big bear hug, pinning Baby Bradshaw’s picture onto his board.

Her nonchalance and Bradley's giddiness made Maverick's surprise even better 🤭

You head to go look at the part of the engine your dad couldn’t quite fix while Bradley held back with Maverick. He turns to him and shakes his hand “your dad would’ve been so proud.” He says, smiling at Bradley “I know you are.” Rooster smiles, wordlessly being pulled into a hug with his father-in-law.

🥺🥺🥺

Bradley had sort of a sixth sense, somehow knowing you weren’t asleep beside him. “Hey, baby what’s up?” He croaks, immediately moving to sit up with you when he sees his senses were correct. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, Bradley.” You say, staring ahead at the wall “what do you mean?” He asks, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “I mean I’m a fighter pilot, I was raised by a single father, I never had that maternal instinct, what am I doing?” You whisper, and when Bradley managed to finally pull your face towards him you were crying “oh sweetheart” he hums, pulling you into him gently “you’re gonna be the best momma ever, and the fact that you worry proves that. I love you, okay?” He comforts “I know. I love you too.”

This coming from Bradley, who himself probably doubts his fatherly abilities hits even more 🥺🥰

You were stubborn the whole pregnancy. You thought it was ridiculous that people just stopped when they were pregnant, and Bradley was trailing you trying anything to get you to just relax. “Hen, please!” He begs as you head out for your morning run “I’m three months pregnant, Bradley. I’m not incompetent.” You snap, as he begrudgingly pulls on his running shoes and follows you out the door. He pulled you back anytime you went quicker than a 10 minute mile “Bradley, if you slow me down one more time I’m going to pull your arm out of your socket” you snap and he holds his hands up “message received.”

😂😂😂

“What’s up?” Bradley asked, as you practically threw your stuff on the floor. “They’re putting me on the desk.” You grumble, anger evident in your eyes while his soften “oh baby we knew that was gonna happen” he soothes, rubbing your arm reassuringly “no! No we didn’t! I was perfectly fine hiding the bump, but no!” You huff “I’m Bradley Bradshaw and all of California has to know my wife’s pregnant!” You imitate him but he just smirks “oh I’m so sorry that everyone needs to know you’re taken and carrying my baby” he says, smugly. “Don’t you smile at me Bradley-” you wag an accusatory finger at him, but he heaves you over his shoulder, and towards the stairs “c’mon, let’s help you blow off some steam” he reasons “y’know it’s possible to get pregnant while pregnant, right?” You ask and he cheers “woohoo! Two for one deal, sounds great!” He says and you can’t help but smile.

Haha crisis that Bradley himself brought onto her averted 😅

But when you approached your street, you rolled straight past your house and straight to the Hard Deck ‘congratulations on your baby’ banners plastered all over “welcome to our baby shower!” Bradley grins as you pull up “is this really necessary? They aren’t even here yet.” You tell him and he shrugs “thought it might take your mind off maternity leave” you smile at him “thanks, Brad”

He is so sweet 🥹

And at one point in the evening, you sat Natasha and Bob down separately. “Hey Phoenix, can we borrow you?” Brad asked, pulling her away from her conversation “yeah of course guys!” You took a seat at a table and Bradley forced you to elevate your feet against your will. “What’s up?” She asks “how’d you like to be godmother to little Bradshaw?” Her eyes lit up when Bradley asked and she leant over the table to hug the two of you “oh I’d love too!” She announces, excitedly.

The best godmother 🥰

Then you head over to Bob, but Phoenix holds Rooster back “they have a special connection, let her do this”. You sit on the stool next to Bob and he offers you some peanuts which you refuse, and you stay sat in silence for a minute. “Bob can I ask you something?” You ask, as he pulls your calves up to rest in his lap “of course, hen” he says, brushing some crumbs off his top “what’s up?” “Well, the job we’re in isn’t an old job” you say and he laughs and agrees “it’s also dangerous” you say, and again - he nods. “So if anything happens to me and Brad, can you be there for little Bradshaw?” His eyes widen and start to swell with tears “will you be our godfather?” You ask and he nods, moving to miss your cheek “of course I will, hen. I’d be honoured.”

Bob the godfather 🥹🥰 this kid is so luck to have these people in their corner!

“Okay all done, baby” your husband said “okay. My water broke three minutes ago” you say as calmly as he had, he nods, then whips his head back round “your water broke?” He asks and looks down, and indeed, your water had broken “oh my god your water broke?!” He announced, picking you up bridal style and carrying you out to the bronco, picking the hospital bag up on the way. “Ready to have a baby?” He asks, giddily. “Am I supposed to be?” You ask and he shakes his head with a smile “no”

Her calmness and Bradley’s dramatics is just so good

You were dead silent during birth and it scared the shit out of Bradley. “Do you want an epidural, honey? They’ve offered-” “no.” “Can I get you more ice?” “No.” And he tried everything, even when it was time to push. You held his hand and your mouth was zipped shut. “Is she supposed to be this quiet?” He asked the doctor who just looked at him nonchalantly “it’s normal, all mothers react differently to birth” he said. “I’m a fighter pilot Bradley. I’ve had worse.” You grit. “Breathe baby” he tells you “I think you need to.” You say “stop being dramatic” you say as you push again “honey-” “either shut up or get out.” You tell him and he glues his mouth shut, at least until the baby comes.

Iconic behavior and I wouldn't have expected any less from her 😅👏🏻

“Hey mom, shall we take baby so you can get some rest?” The nurse asked, leaning to take Nick from your arms “excuse me?” You asked, pulling your baby closer. “So you can sleep?” She suggests “I’ve carried him for nine months and now he’s here you’re taking him away?” You ask “well, some mothers like to sleep” “I can sleep when I’m dead.” You deadpan, and she realised that Nick wouldn’t have been pried from your hands even if you were dead, so she left you all alone.

Bradley cuts the chord and they hand you your baby, and your eyes widen as you stare at the baby on your chest “welcome to the world Nick Bradshaw” you coo at the baby and Bradley raised his brows “Nick?” He asks, voice cracking “what? Got a problem with that? You and your stupid dick” you grumble and Bradley laughs and shakes his head, kissing your forehead.

🥰🥰🥰

I think the worries she had about being a mom are already gone 🥹🥰

I'm so obsessed with them and their dynamic, if you ever feel up to write more about them, I will eat it right up 👏🏻🫡

Personal Space (two Bradshaws like it now)

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: A sequel in which you love your personal space. Unfortunately, Bradley also loves your personal space. Even more so now you’ve had a baby, apparently.

Can be read as a part 2, but doesn’t have to be. Read Personal Space here

“So? What do you think?” Nat asks as she makes you pivot in a white gown “I think I look like a roll of toilet paper” you said, crossing your arms “maybe it’s just not the dress for you?” She reasons and you shake your head “just not really into the whole idea of this wedding. I kinda thought we’d just sign papers and get on with it” you said “well you picked Bradshaw, he’s a drama queen at the best of times” she says and you him in agreement; your consultant leading you back to the fitting rooms “let’s try another”.

You’d left with a sleeved dress; hating the idea of having a low cut dress, and begging Nat to just let you leave. Sure, you loved the dress - but you loved the idea of getting out of that suffocating shop more.

“Hey honey” Bradley had said, hearing you walk into the house and set your keys on the kitchen counter. “Hi” you reply shortly, moving to fill your cup with water from the sink. “How was your day?” He asked, moving to rest his head on your shoulder and holding you from behind. “Good. Bought a wedding dress” you say simply “you did what?!”

Then on your wedding day, you’d stared at yourself in the mirror far too long. “You look gorgeous” Penny whispers, squeezing your shoulders comfortingly “I look like a fucking pin up doll” you huff, not necessarily believing yourself - just not used to being such a central perspective of attention. “Wow” your dad says, walking into the room “you look gorgeous” he whispers “is there an echo in here?” You mumble, but smile at him “thank you” you say, wiping the tears from under his eyes. “C’mon, Bradley’s nearly about to come get you himself”

You showed up to the beach-front wedding right on time, completely dead against the idea of being in any way, shape, or form late. Your father gave you away, Bradley in floods of tears at the end of the isle by the time you’d gotten there. “You look incredible” he whispers, lips quivering as he stares at you “shut up you’re going to make me cry.” You grumble, but smile. “It’s okay to cry.” He says, as the ceremony begins. “You may now kiss your bride” and Bradley dipped you and kissed you sweetly, drowning out the cheers of those around you. “I love you, Bradshaw.” You say, smally, “I love you more, sweetheart” he says and kisses your forehead “you’re crying” he points out “shut up”

He knelt down and looked at your stomach, kissing it gently then moving to put his ear against it “uh huh” he hummed “Bradley what are you-” “shush I’m talking to em” he says and you stand, unimpressed, but let him nonetheless. “Oh yeah baby, I’m excited to meet you too” he coos “yeah, yeah, I’m your dad” and you audibly giggle. He looks up at you, eyes wide “you done?” You ask and he nods “yeah little one was done talking” he smiles, and hugs you close again. “I need to get the baby clothes out of the attic” he mumbles, kissing your temple “the what?” You ask “I bought them when we started renting the house!” He says, dragging you excitedly up the stairs “but we own the house, Brad” you him “no, no, the one we had during the mission!” He says and you gasp internally, realising how long the two of you had been together without even noticing it.

“Hey dad” you say, as you and Bradley head into the hangar he and you owned “hey honey, hey Brad” your dad greets, wiping the oil from his hands to come over and talk to the two of you. He kissed your forehead and hugged you, then your husband before walking back over to the aircraft he was working on. “Thought you needed a new picture for your pinboard” you hum “oh? I just added the wedding photo!” He says, excitedly, showing you the filled gap. “Okay, guess you don’t want the sonogram of your grandchild.” You say, turning to head out before Bradley hurriedly grabbed you and turned you back into the situation, pulling the strip of photos from his breast pocket. Your dad stood with his jaw wide open “you’re-” he breathes “you’re really pregnant?” He asks as his eyes well with tears “well I wouldn’t lie-” you say but he just pulls you into a big bear hug, pinning Baby Bradshaw’s picture onto his board.

Then one evening you were sat up in bed, Bradley sound asleep beside you as you look down at the barely visible bump. Bradley had sort of a sixth sense, somehow knowing you weren’t asleep beside him. “Hey, baby what’s up?” He croaks, immediately moving to sit up with you when he sees his senses were correct. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, Bradley.” You say, staring ahead at the wall “what do you mean?” He asks, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “I mean I’m a fighter pilot, I was raised by a single father, I never had that maternal instinct, what am I doing?” You whisper, and when Bradley managed to finally pull your face towards him you were crying “oh sweetheart” he hums, pulling you into him gently “you’re gonna be the best momma ever, and the fact that you worry proves that. I love you, okay?” He comforts “I know. I love you too.”

Then one day, at around the sixth month mark you walked into the house and slammed the door so hard it rattled. “What’s up?” Bradley asked, as you practically threw your stuff on the floor. “They’re putting me on the desk.” You grumble, anger evident in your eyes while his soften “oh baby we knew that was gonna happen” he soothes, rubbing your arm reassuringly “no! No we didn’t! I was perfectly fine hiding the bump, but no!” You huff “I’m Bradley Bradshaw and all of California has to know my wife’s pregnant!” You imitate him but he just smirks “oh I’m so sorry that everyone needs to know you’re taken and carrying my baby” he says, smugly. “Don’t you smile at me Bradley-” you wag an accusatory finger at him, but he heaves you over his shoulder, and towards the stairs “c’mon, let’s help you blow off some steam” he reasons “y’know it’s possible to get pregnant while pregnant, right?” You ask and he cheers “woohoo! Two for one deal, sounds great!” He says and you can’t help but smile.

Then came your maternity leave, Bradley picked you up in his bronco. You were quick to head outside, and he kinda hated how well you hid the bump. “I’m done.” You huff, settling into the seat beside him “if that bitch from accounting asks me one more time if I want her herbal teas I’m going to knock her teeth out” you complain and Bradley chuckles “well, just me, you and Baby Bradshaw now” he says and you hum in agreement.

Bradley and you had started putting together your hospital bag at the 8 month mark. You were both premature so had a bit of superstition, especially with only being a few weeks off of the 40 mark. You’d placed the bag by the front door, along with a baby carrier in the middle seat of his Bronco.

It was week 38 when you were both putting together the crib beside your bed, two spare bedrooms and still you only wanted your baby beside you. “Okay all done, baby” your husband said “okay. My water broke three minutes ago” you say as calmly as he had, he nods, then whips his head back round “your water broke?” He asks and looks down, and indeed, your water had broken “oh my god your water broke?!” He announced, picking you up bridal style and carrying you out to the bronco, picking the hospital bag up on the way. “Ready to have a baby?” He asks, giddily. “Am I supposed to be?” You ask and he shakes his head with a smile “no”

“Taking you away from mommy? Who does she think she is?” You whisper to baby Nick. “Welcome back to the world, Bradshaw.” You say and Bradley can only smile and hold the two of you close.

You’re going to be just fine in this mommy role.

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Part 2-ish? I know it was really well liked and I enjoyed writing it so hope you enjoy this one too!

-> @rosiahills22 here’s another one!

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golddustwomanwins · 1 day ago

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SAY YES TO HEAVEN pt. 2

Innocent Art Donaldson x Experienced reader

Part 1

18+

To everyone's surprise you and Art kept hanging out. It was like you two were joined at the hip. Instead of sitting in the front row, Art joined you and Tashi I. The row farther back. Your thighs pressed together under the table but no one noticed, Art dutily writing every word the professor said. The only indicator was his flushed cheeks.

He joined you for lunches or stayed late at night doing homework. And that was not exaggerated, he did do the homework while you babbled on.

Tashi kept rolling her eyes at every interaction you two had. The obvious push and pull that was going on between you was ridiculous. After a lecture, you parted with Art and Tashi pulled you to the side by your arm.

"What do you think you're doing?" Tashi asked you.

"What do you mean?"

"You're torturing the poor boy. Just let him go." Tashi only wanted your best but you genuinely didn't know what she was on about this time.

"The dude is having a boner every time you glance at him." "We're just friends—" you tried to protest and Tashi arched a brow at you. She was right. You were being selfish. So what if Art was the only man who actually looked at you? Really looked at you. You enjoyed having sex with people but that didn't mean you would just sleep with anyone. It was annoying how every other guy would butter you up, thinking you would eventually agree to fuck them.

Art wasn't like that. Or you thought he wasn't like that. His faith wouldn't allow him to want you in that way. Funny how you would gladly say yes to him, if he'd ask.

"I won't touch him," you promised her. You didn't even know why. You didn't want to taint him. He was innocent and not corrupted like most of the guys on campus. You wanted to cherish that. Have him for yourself a little longer until he would find a nice girl to marry and settle down with.

"Maybe you won't," Tashi said a strange smile on her lips, "but he will. Leading him on, will only make him fall and he can't fall."

Something tugged at your chest at her words. Tashi wound her arm around your waist, squeezing gently. "Just trying to protect you. You might think he's different because he isn't saying anything but under all that good boy persona is only a guy. And dating someone with that kind of boundaries is not a good idea. In the end it'll break both your hearts."

You both walked towards the cafeteria in silence, her arm still around you. You kept thinking about her words, wondering if she was right. *

The same evening Art asked if he could come by your dorm to finish your essays together. He had grown slightly more comfortable around you. He stopped stuttering for one but the flush stayed. Secretly you’d enjoy the way the crimson shot into his cheeks when your hands brushed on accident.

He was sitting at your desk in casual attire. Seeing Art Donaldson in grey sweatpants wasn't something you thought you'd witness in this life. But there he was, one leg drawn up as he typed away at his keyboard, white shirt straining around his bicep. Despite his persona, Art was awfully fit. Whatever he was doing in his free time—if he even had any besides studying—it worked. A little too well.

You were lying on your stomach on your bed, ankles crossed in the air as you tried to focus on your notes. Instead your eyes found Art again and again. What Tashi said had you spiraling for hours now and you didn't know how to stop.

The flush spreading down the back of Art's neck told you that he was noticing you staring. You needed to say something or else you were going to explode.

"Did you ever have a girlfriend before?"

Art stiffened slightly before turning to look at you. "What?"

"Did you ever have a girlfriend?" you persist, shoving your notes away and sitting up, criss crossed on your bed.

"Why?" he asked, eyes dipping down to your legs. You were only dressed in teensy tiny cotton shorts and a pointelle tank top, no bra. Something to be comfortable in.

"Just curious," you shrugged. He turned back to his laptop and you thought he wouldn't answer. Instead he made sure to save his written text before turning back around to look at you. Better be safe than sorry.

"I did. In High School, we were going to the same church," Art said. Of course they did.

"How long were you together?"

"Three years." Your eyes widened surprised. "Three years?" you wheezed.

"It wasn't-wasn't how you think it was." You chuckled. "How do I think it was?"

He flushed slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. "We were mostly just friends. Mary-Anne was a nice girl."

Yeah, you could imagine it. A little dainty blonde girl, picture perfect. Straight A's, little bow ties in her hair. Long dress billowing around her figure. A crucifix dangling from her soft neck.

You blinked out of your strange fantasy and focused on Art who was eyeing you strangely. "Why didn't it work out?"

He laughed haughtily, glancing at the floor. "We had different...uhh interests."

"Different interests?" you prodded, crawling to the edge of the bed to be closer to him. "That's oddly vague. Being at the same church isn't enough?" you tease.

Art shifted slightly in his seat and your eyes dipped down to his grey sweats, a prominent line straining against the fabric at his thigh. Your core clenched at the sight but you stayed put, waiting for him to elaborate.

When he didn't, only growing redder, you pieced it together.

"You naughty boy, Art," you couldn't help yourself but chuckle at the horrified look on his face. "You wanted more and she didn't."

"N-no I—“ "Art, it's totally normal to have urges and sexual desires," you told him. His eyes found yours desperately as if he didn't want to hear you say the word sexual.

"It's my responsibility to keep them at bay. She was right," he clutched at his necklace again as if to anchor himself. Your eyes dipped to the cross slipping between his fingers.

"Was she? Everyone of us does it. Have sex. None of them have dropped dead yet."

"Don't say that," Art shook his head vehemently. It genuinely looked like he was scared and, duh, of course he did. You knew how he was and shouldn’t be surprised. Sometimes you forgot, hanging around guys in college who usually couldn’t care less about faith.

"What?" You asked surprised. Suddenly Art stood up, almost angry.

"It's sinful. I'm better than that."

"What? So because I have sex I am bad?" You prod slightly defensive. His features soften. "NO. Never." He dropped to his knees in front of you, hands finding your knees.

"That's not what I meant," he assured, His eyes dipped down where his hands were clutching your knees.

"What did you mean?" You said. You looked down at Art as he stared up at you like he was on his knees praying to you.

"You're good," he insisted not caring that it didn't make sense. "I don't know why you sell yourself so short why you..." He couldn't speak the words without embarrassment.

"Why I have casual sex?" you finished for him. He nodded, not looking at you. You took his chin in your hands and tilted his head up for you. "Because I enjoy it. Because it feels good."

He tilted his head in your hand further, almost begging you to give him more. Something thrilled inside you at his keenness.

"Did you ever have an orgasm, Art?"

His lids fluttered shut in shame and he let his head hang low.

"Hey," you soothed him, letting him prop his head in your lap as you brushed through his curls.

"It's nothing to be ashamed off, Art. It doesn't make you a bad person to want." You stroked through his curls as you felt something wet on your thighs. Art was crying. A soft sob crept into the space around you and you kept stroking his curls.

"Art," you whispered but he shook his head.

"I shouldn't have done it. I tried not to, I swear, I tried with all my might. I should know better. Should stay away from temptation.." he was a blubbering mess, arms encircling your waist as he buried himself against your stomach, crying into your shirt.

Goosebumps crept onto your skin, nipples pebbling as his nose bumped against your middle repeatedly. He was crying and you were aroused by it. You were the worst person to ever exist.

"Art—“ you tried but he wouldn't listen to you.

"I prayed that night, multiple times. But it can never be washed away. I sinned and you know what the worst part is?" he looked up at you with teary eyes and spit clinging to his parted, slightly swollen lips.

"What?" you asked.

"I would do it again." There it was again. That look.

You shivered as he looked up at you with his wide innocent eyes. His words hung heavy in the air both of you knowing what he meant. Slowly you eased back on the mattress, pulling him by his shirt. When you glanced down, you could see that he was fully hard, cock straining against his sweatpants.

You settled against the headboard, Art between your legs, still staring at you as if you'd be the cure to his disease.

"Do you remember the first time you looked at me in class?" he asked quietly, leaning into your touch when you traced his jaw with the tips of your fingers. You nodded slowly.

"Couldn't stop thinking about you afterwards," Art confessed. "I did it that same night." Shame was clinging to his words.

"Yeah?" you asked and he nodded quickly as if he wanted to please you. You softly brushed the curls out of his face.

"What did you do? Did you fuck your fist?"

Art almost choked at your blunt words, pretty flush covering his peachy skin. He shook his head quickly.

"I didn't, I—" he couldn't finish.

"Show me."

His eyes snapped back to meet yours. "Show you?"

"Yeah. Show me how you made yourself come." You didn't stop stroking his curls, easing him in between you.

"I can't-t," he stuttered and you sighed.

"Is that not what you wanted?" you asked. He swallowed slightly but nodded.

"Then show me," you let go of his curls and he shifted slightly lower, your legs splitting to make more room for him. Art slowly started to grind his hips against the mattress between your hips. A soft desperate sound parted his shiny lips. You watched him with parted lips and his eyes stayed on your face as he moaned your name.

His thrusts became quicker, tears glistening in his eyes. "I-I imagined it was you-ahh-lying under me." Even his voice was tinged with shame as he rutted against the mattress. He was so desperate, the headboard kept slamming against the wall behind you. You refrained from pushing your legs together to ease the pain in your core at the sight in front of you.

"Yeah?" you asked. "You wanted to bury your cock inside me?" Art moaned again, face falling against your calf. His lips grazed your skin when your hands found his jaw.

“Wanted to spill your cum inside me and breed me?” You kept pushing and he groaned

“D-don’t say that,” he huffed but his hips moved frantically at your words.

“Why? Because it’s true?” He whimpered against your leg.

"Stop,” you told him.

"W-what?" he asked desperately but stopped humping the bed. You slowly pulled him upwards as you sunk down on the mattress. He was hovering above you, bicep caging you in. Your eyes dipped down to the wet fabric of his sweats, pre soaking it. His necklace was dangling right in front of you, gold specks reflecting from the lights.

"W-what are you doing?" he asked with flushed cheeks. His brain was all fuzzy with arousal.

"You wanted me to be under you, didn't you?" your hands found his hips and pulled him down. You both moaned when your pelvises met, his cock rubbing right against your clit.

"Then use me," you said. "'M not gonna touch you, Art, no sin if no one's touching right?" You used his loophole. He stared down at you panting, his eyes full of eager glee. In the state he was in Art would agree to any offer you'd give him. You showed him you'd behave by putting your hands on the mattress beside you, not touching him. He could use you the way he wanted to.

Slowly his hips started to move against you, startling a moan out of both of you. Art couldn't believe what was happening as he fucked you over your clothes. The sight of you beneath him was ethereal. Your back arched, pushing your tits out, nipples pebbled against the soft material of your top. Your lips were parted, soft sounds escaping past the pink gloss. You didn't have make up on, didn't feel the need if it was just you and Art but you always insisted on putting the gloss on for hydration reasons (not because you loved the way his eyes would repeatedly drop down to them).

His thrusts became harder and faster, the head of his cock escaping his sweats and peaking just over.

"Art," you sighed. The friction felt good but it was not enough.

"Yeah?" he barely heard you, rutting against you and chasing his own pleasure.

"Need to tilt your hips so I can feel more," you sighed and your hands found his hips to show him how.

When he pumped against you this time you arched your back harder and moaned. Art stared down at you mystified. He lifted one shaky hand finger finding your bottom lip and pressing. You pressed a quick kiss against the tip of his thumb and Art shivered.

The headboard kept banging against the wall as Art picked up his pace. He was ramming you into the mattress brutally, his fingers trailing from your lips down your throat. "You're so beautiful. Made for me-ahh," he mumbled on.

His hands found the collar of your top and you moaned when he tucked it down, tits spilling out. Before Art could stop what was happening he was rutting into you sloppily, burying his face in your neck.

"I'm gonna—fuck—oh god, oh god." He kept on rambling. “This is wrong—no,no,no.”

It sounded like he was praying as he pushed against you a few more times, before you felt something wet against your shorts. Art sagged against you, crushing you with his weight as his face nuzzled your neck.

The mattress kept bouncing slightly until you realized he was crying again. Your hands found his curls, staring at a crack in the ceiling. Your pelvis flush against yours, sticky mess remaining between both of you.

#challengers #reading #my writing #art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #innocentartdonaldson #art donaldson smut #smut

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fuctacles · 3 days ago

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<< sixteen | 😺 | eighteen >>

Wayne, while being the best uncle he's ever had, was also the worst. And not because he’s the only one Eddie knows; he'd beat any uncle Ben or Sam in a landslide.

(Actually, if you do count Uncle Sam, Wayne might not be the worst.)

"She's a sad lady, isn't she?" he asks out of nowhere during their drive to the hospital. "Still here while everyone she knows move away."

Eddie frowns at the yellow light in front of him.

"You're the one who told me to talk to her," he points out. He slows to a break at the intersection, the light now red, and turns towards his uncle. "Is this a ploy to keep me in Hawkins? You want me to marry and settle down?" He raises his eyebrows. As if the same fantasy didn't run through his mind at least once a day since meeting Steph.

"Hell naw." Wayne grins at him. "I want you to live a life of your own. I know you hate this place."

"It hated me first," Eddie reminds him.

"It's not for a wild thing like you," he agrees with a nod. "Hawkins is for old farts like me. The thing is—Green."

Eddie quickly shifts back into gear before the cars behind him start honking.

"Stephanie seems to think she's an old fart too," Wayne finishes his thought.

"Yeah, I've noticed," Eddie grumbles. "And what do you want me to do? Steal her away into the big city?" he jokes.

Wayne's answering silence grows heavy in the van.

"She's a grown woman, I'm not going to uproot her life," Eddie argues a point his uncle didn't make. It's not that he doesn't want to, more like he doesn't think he has the power to do it. Besides, they just got off together once, it's way too early to make plans like that. He has been daydreaming about them, yes, but he's painfully aware of the difference between fantasy and reality.

"You know, Jim got really into gardening recently," Wayne says apropos of nothing.

"Okay, go on…" Eddie nods slowly, patiently.

"He told me some plants have to be uprooted to grow properly. You know, when the pot is too small? Because the roots grow too, and they need space."

The van has finally reached the hospital, so Eddie waits until they're parked to turn towards his uncle.

"Did you just use a plant metaphor on me?" he asks, baffled.

"I simply shared some gardening wisdom from a friend," Wayne shrugs.

"Which you just though of."

"You're the one who used the word 'uprooting'," he fires back.

Eddie pulls the key out of the ignition with a tired sigh.

"You know, I kind of miss the fishing metaphors. They were less convincing."

Wayne raises his eyebrows.

"This is the rudest thing you've said to me since you told me the trout was disgusting."

"It's a terrible, stinky fish and you know it!" Eddie protests as they exit the van.

"How is Wayne's leg?" Steph asks later that day.

"Surprisingly well. The doctor said it healed better than expected and he'll probably be cleared for work the next week."

"I'm guessing he's happy to hear that?"

"Oh, yeah," Eddie snorts. He angles his head so Steph's scratches get where he wants them. "He's been walking up the walls for the past few days, and he hated all the movies the employee at video rental recommended to him. If he doesn't go back to work soon, he'll make it everyone's problem."

Steph hums thoughtfully.

"I get it. Don't you feel restless, too? Here in Hawkins, I mean."

"Huh?" Eddie blinks his eyes open. He hasn't realized when he even closed them. "The opposite, actually. I don't have to rush anywhere, there are no midterms; I can kick back and relax, forget the responsibilities and just be Wayne's favorite nephew again." He smiles. "It's like I'm putting my life on pause for a few days. And it's kind of terrifying how easy it is."

Steph remains silent, so he takes a cautious glance towards her. She's not looking at him or the television; her eyes are distant, focused on her thoughts.

"Everything is slow and old here, isn't it?" she muses.

"I swear to all that's unholy, if it's another opening to remind me how 'ancient' you are..."

Steph rolls her eyes and dips down to shut him up with a kiss. Unfortunately, it works perfectly in her favor. There's probably no argument against him that she couldn't win. All she has to do is press her hand against Eddie's chest, pinning him to the couch, and he can be easily persuaded into anything.

He kisses and licks back, trying to keep up with her, but with the last remains of a logical thought, grasps at her hand to slow her down. They separate with a wet smack, but don't move more than an inch away.

"Do you want—?"

"I'm taking you—"

They both smile and shuffle away to properly look at each other.

"Ladies first," Eddie gestures with a nod of his head.

"Do you want to stay the night?" she blurts out quickly, with little hesitance.

His jaw drops open and his heart stops in his chest.

"Like... on the couch?" he asks to clarify. The other option to good to be true.

Steph rolls her eyes, and it should be embarrassing how much he likes when she does it, even at his own expense.

"In my bed, idiot. Just to sleep, of course."

"Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming." He pinches his arm, and Steph does too, much harder. He yelps, making Arwen look at him with distaste. "Hey!"

"Do you want to?" she presses.

"Of course I do!" he bristles. "With you, I'd take celibacy vows," he says reverently, grabbing her hand in his.

She raises her eyebrows, and then pointedly looks him up and down.

"With you, I'd rather not."

Eddie grins despite his blush.

"What did you want to say?" she asks, pulling him back from his salacious thoughts.

It takes him a second to reel his thoughts back on track.

"Oh. I'm taking you on a date tomorrow." He takes a glance at the clock above the TV. "Yeah, tomorrow."

"You're taking me?" She raises an eyebrow.

At that, Eddie quickly slides off the couch and onto his knees, her hand still clasped between his palms.

"Oh, pardon me, princess. Would you do me the honor of going out on a date with me tomorrow?" he asks, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles.

Her eyes are wide and startled, and the first thing she can even manage out of her mouth is a laugh.

"You're such a dork," she murmurs. "Yeah, it's fine, I guess." She shrugs nonchalantly.

"Fine?" Eddie bristles, frowning. "What do you mean, fine?"

"I mean yes, you can take me on a date," she says, straightening her back to give herself a more regal posture. "I'll allow it."

He grins, and proceeds to press kisses up the length of her arm, slowly crawling back up onto the couch.

"Thank you for giving me this privilege, your majesty. A peasant like me, ha!" He throws his head back, briefly startling Steph into another laugh. "The town folk will not believe their eyes, a simple man like me, allowed by the side of a queen." Eddie presses a final kiss to her shoulder, and sits back. As Steph stares at him, he realizes his own outburst.

"Too much?" he asks with a sheepish smile, fierce flush taking over his cheeks.

"Just a little," Steph admits, pinching her fingers close together. Her face is tinted pink as well. "You know..." she trails off, falling against the back of the couch, their fingers still entwined. "I hated being called a king in high school, but... Queen sounds so much better." She lets her mouth curl into a small smile.

"Like something precious," Eddie catches on, leaning sideways so they can face each other. "Powerful yet feminine."

"Yeah." She nods absentmindedly.

"How about princess?" he asks next.

Guessing from how red Steph's face has gotten, she must have liked it. Eddie grins.

"Well then, princess, I truly hope a humble bard like me can at least make you laugh. I may not know swordsmanship, but I know my way around a lute." He waggles his eyebrows.

Steph pushes him away with a hand to his face and he falls backwards, cackling.

"Didn't you say you were bisexual?" she asks, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Uh... Yeah?"

"So you should know both the lute and swordsmanship.... you know?" Steph extends both her index fingers and crosses them, miming a battle as if they were tiny swords.

Eddie stares at her blankly.

"Are those supposed to be penises?" he asks, flabbergasted.

"Yes." She nods confidently, putting her hands back in her lap.

"You're perfect, holy shit." Eddie scrambles to sit back up. "You compared dick to a sword and I'm supposed to not marry you?"

She scoffs.

"Keep at it and you'll be sleeping on the couch."

Eddie clutches at his chest.

"Already feeling like a married man. Be still, my heart!"

"Yep, it's couch for you." She stands up with finality.

But when he holds her wrist, she goes back down easily, sinking into a kiss. Maybe the power to win arguments went both ways.

"Fine," she folds. "But we're sharing with Garfield."

"Well, where else would he sleep?"

ko-fi | Steddie masterpost

tags: @wheneverfeasible @steddieinthesun @hattsy-likes-pretty-stuff @bumblebeecuttlefishes @phantomcat94 @tartarusknight @tinyplanet95 @steddiefication @estrellami-1 @disrespectedgoatman @madigoround @tartarusknight @blasvemous @cryptid-system @hiei-harringtonmunson @hellowhatthehellisgoingonhere @dreamercec @manliest-of-muppets @bookbinderbitch @marklee-blackmore @icecat @rootbeerandmusic @mollymawkwrites @milojames16 @ellietheasexylibrarian @sadiea20

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #mine #crazy cat lady stevie #tw: age gap #stevie harrington #steddie fanfiction #wayne munson

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luvnette · 3 days ago

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꧁𝐂𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐩𝐭.𝟏)꧂

༺Councilor!Sevika x piltie!reader༻

Part 2

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SFW, fluff, men and minors DNI, arranged marriage, reader is in her early 20s, shitty parents

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your parents are mad at you for being a lesbian- and to punish you, they want you to marry Sevika. At first you’re intimidated by her, but that’s going to change pretty quick.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 580

You couldn’t believe it. Sure, it’s probably hard for your mother and father, having to accept the fact that you will never fall in love with a man, give them grandchildren and live the life they always wanted you to- But an arranged marriage as a punishment? That’s fucked.

The woman your parents want you to marry is one of the newer councilors, Sevika. She represents Zaun and is just as scary as the big, dark city beneath Piltover- At least you thought so. Her big, muscular figure, the sharp claws on her prosthetic arm, her gray, cold eyes and her deep voice were intimidating. While you wore one of your prettiest dresses, a bunch of jewelry and your hair tied together in an elegant bun, she looked like every other day, bored and dressed like a man.

Together, you walked through the pretty gardens behind your house, not daring to look at or talk to her. Maybe somehow you could find a way out of this situation, tell her that you’re not feeling well or-

“This is stupid.” she mumbled inaudible, interrupting your escape plans.

“Excuse me, what did you say?” you asked, looking up at her.

“I said that this whole marriage thing is a dumb idea. It’s never not when it’s forced.”

“I’m sorry if I seem.. uninterested..” you looked down at your hands, fumbling your fingers nervously.

“It’s alright, I don’t blame you.” she says, chuckling a little. “I can tell your parents that the deal’s off the table.” she offered, smiling at you.

Looking at her, you noticed that, with a smile on her face, she didn’t seem so scary anymore- she actually looked quite.. cute. And as much as you would’ve liked to tell her to do that, something held you back.

“Still there?” she asked you, waking you from your thoughts. “I won’t be mad at you, can’t force love.”

You both stopped walking, standing in front of each other.

“Please, don’t. I think my parents would simply arrange another marriage with someone even worse.”

You didn’t really realized what you said before you saw that Sevika raised her eyebrow at your words, her smile fading.

“God.. I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean it like that.. I’m such an idiot!..” you cursed, ashamed of yourself for being so rude.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine.” she said, reaching out to cup your face with her big palm, making you look into her eyes. You blushed a little, feeling her warmth against your skin, her touch surprisingly gentle.

“Actually.. I would like to get to know you better, Sevika, if you’re still.. interested of course.” you gave her a little smile, studying her facial expressions, relieved when you notice that she smiled back- not breaking eye contact.

“I am.” she answered, tracing her thumb over your cheek. “How about we meet again next week?”

“Sounds lovely.”

You both walked back through the gardens to your home, talking about what you’re going to do on your next date and chuckling like two stupid teenagers in love.

𝐀/𝐧: Hello there!🫶🏼 This is my first time writing:)). I kind of wrote this in a little rush too, but I hope it turned out alright anyway. This is obv only part one, I have way more in mind for this story!♥️ (sex✨)

Also, I am way too used to german grammar, so don’t be surprised if there are too many/not enough commas🥲

Thanks for reading!<33

#sevika #arcane #arcane fluff #lesbian #arcane headcanon #arcane stories #sevika x fem reader #sevika x you #sevika arcane

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wlwsoccerfics · 2 days ago

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A different Kind of Teenage dream (AggieBeever-JonesXReader)

A/N: i tweaked the Story a bit.

Warning: very little Angst but Lots of Fluff, mentions of adoption.

Summary: your Family with aggie came together in an unusual way. But you Love the Life you build with her.

It was saturday morning. You were already awake since 4am, which was two hours ago. Aggie was waking up Yara. Her goddaughter. Well now adoptive daughter of the two of you. The little Girl was 2 years old. Her Mom was an old friend of aggie and you two have been taking care of her most of her Life. At First it just started with yaras birth Mom needing a break. The Breaks became longer and happened on daily Basis at some point so the two of you had a talk with her and she asked you to adopt her cause she realized she can't be a parent. So that's what you did.

It was such a big step for the two of you. But you were very much in love with eachother so this was making alot of sense and seemed like the logical next step.

It didn't matter how young you were. Aggie was the women of your Dreams in every way. You have been with her for almost 5 years and the two of you would get married in a few months.

You just finished the chocolate Chip Pancakes your two year old daughter had requested. You also Made a fruit salad with strawberries, Apple, grapes and blueberries. Aggie came downstairs with Yara on her right hip.

"Mommy!" She happily said when she saw you. "Mama, down please!" Yara told Aggie. Your fiancee put your daughter on the floor and Yara ran over to you. You picked her up and kissed her nose.

"good morning, my little butterfly." You replied with a soft smile. Holding her close. She cuddled up to you. Aggie walked over to you and pecked your lips gently. You happily returned the gesture.

"i Love the two of you!" You told both your fiancee and your daughter.

"Love my mommies!" Yara replied and giggled.

"i Love both of you as well! So very much!" Aggie answered. Smiling at you and Yara. You put Yara down so she could climbed into her Chair, while you placed the Plate with Pancakes and the Bowl of fruit salad on the table.

Placing a mug of freshly brewed coffee in front of aggie before placing a Glass of chocolate Milk in front of Yara.

"thank you!" Yara happily said.

"yes thanks Babe!" Your fiancee stated. Smiling at you.

You sat down with your own mug of Coffee.

"you are welcome! Everything for my favorite Girls!" You answered. Yara started eating a Pancake.

"it's so yummy!" She informed you.

After breakfast you cleaned up while Aggie was fixing something on your Car.

"Mommy?" Yara asked softly.

"yes Sweet Girl?" You asked.

"we get a puppy?" Your daughter asked.

"a puppy?" You asked again.

"yes please! Thank you!" She stated. You laughed softly.

"so polite. We have to talk with Mama about it!" You explained to her, wiping down the kitchen counter with a kitchen towel.

"what do you need to talk to me about?" Aggie asked, standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Yara walked over and hugged her legs.

"Mama? We get one puppy?" She asked cutely. Aggie smiled gently.

"you want a puppy? Yes sure. Let's get one!" You hear your fiancee say.

"guess we are getting a puppy!" You replied and the Happy noises coming from your daughter made your heart explode. So much joy and you wouldn't change that for anything in the world. You have known eachother for almost 10 years. so really this was a Teenage dream come true in a way.

Sure enough you went to the pet Store to grab everything you needed for a Dog. Yara suggested you would actually Go to the shelter and adopt a Dog. Which you and aggie were all in for.

"Mommy? Mama? We buy this toy?" Yara asked, holding Up a pink cow squeaker.

"yes sure!" You stated. You ended up with a handful of Dog Toys and everything else you needed for your new Family member.

You then drove to the animal shelter. Both you and Aggie were quite surprised when your daughter said she wanted to rescue the Dog that has been there the longest. Which happened to be a one eyes Australian Terrier which the three of you fell in love right away.

"His Name is Buck!" Yara announced, cuddling him while he licked her face. Smiling softly.

"welcome to the Family, Buck!" Both you and your fiancee said softly.

#woso x reader #woso request #woso fic #aggie beever jones x reader #chelsea reader x chelsea women

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croquettish · 3 days ago

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I saw your Hans and Henry post about why Henry pushed Hans away and it was really good and well thought out. However, there is one thing I would like to raise. Henry gets up to leave just before the kiss, but if you really listen to his cadence, he is speeding up in a way that is unusual for him. He is also trying to reassure Hans but if you compared it to the actually reassuring tone from about 30 seconds before, it doesn’t quite ring true.

To me, I think Henry got nervous and he was actually starting to run away from his feelings for Hans. Then when Hans kissed him, that anxiety spiked and he pushed Hans away. However, Henry doesn’t want to run away more and when he takes a moment at the door, listening to Hans, he reconsiders.

Oh now that is FASCINATING. I went back to watch and you're totally right; that was something I noticed before, that he sounds kind of flustered at that point, but I didn't put together why he might have sounded that way. If you ask me, this can just be added to the list of reasons he already had!!! Lord knows there weren't exactly few in number:

Hans is a notorious playboy and flirt

Hans is flighty and changeable as hell

Hans is his lord (if not liege lord)

He's sworn to protect him, not fuck him

This could get Hans in serious trouble

Hans is fucking getting married

And despite all of that, he has these fucking feelings that he doesn't know what to do with. He might not have been writing poetry like Hans has been, but that would of course still freak him out. Henry has all these emotions and few of them under control, and in the past that has led to recklessness on his part and subsequent consequences for those he cares about:

He felt the need to go back to Skalitz to bury his parents and made a ton of trouble for more than a few people, but especially Theresa, not to mention the whole almost dying thing

Against Hans' advice he plays the knight in shining armor to rescue Katherine, getting him shot and leaving Hans to take care of him and get him to safety

He insists that he's done running, they have to fight Markvart and von Bergow and co, and it gets them hit by a cannonball and gives Hans short-term PTSD

Nightmare!Toth points out to Henry that his mad quest for revenge could easily get Hans (!!) killed, among others

There are way more instances like this but like, this is just a tiny shortlist that Henry would have had at the forefront of his mind in that moment. When he acts on impulse, on instinct, oftentimes people suffer consequences, and he's rarely the only one suffering them. If he acted on his feelings and got Hans in trouble? If he got them excommunicated? He could never forgive himself.

No wonder he panics at first and pushes Hans away. He's practically saying "I'm doing this for both of our sake's, but especially for yours because if something happened to you and it was because of me, that would kill me."

Just like how losing Henry would kill Hans.

#kcd2 spoilers #kcd #hansry #tam talks #THANK YOU for picking my brain here anon #and adding this fascinating layer of meaning as well #I love that #LOVE

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Jade actually ships Jamil and Floyd really hard but he shows it in weird ways.

Ah Jamil-san have you heard of an old story where a merfolk took their partner's scale and stabbed it in with their own, so they might always have a piece of their partner with them? Its quiet a romatic tale, don't you agree? *eel grin*

Jamil: What the fuck

Floyd later: Hey Jams~ Could you give me one of your scales-

Jamil: FUCK NO! I mean, uh, no, that's not-

Floyd: Okay, sorry, didn't realize you were so defensive about them. *worried pout*

Jamil: .... Jade told me *insert weird story*

Floyd: Hmmm that old thing? Yeah its an old legend, its even older than the one of the mermaid princess that went to land. But its not a tradition or anything. I didn't know old stories like that creeped you out Jamil~

Jamil: Of course it creeped me out! Anyway, what do you want my scales for?

Floyd: Promise bracelet.

Jamil: ..... What?

Floyd: Y'got promise rings up here right? Well, in the sea its common for merfolk who have scales to sew them together with string to symbolize their unity. Kind of like that old legend but less... extreme.

Jamil: ....................WAIT-

Floyd: *wraps his arms around Jamil and squeezes* Nope, wheen you get with a Leech, there's no going back~ You basically promised to marry me the day you said you'd go out with me~ Don't worry we can take it slow if you want hehehe. I love you Jams~

Jamil: *blue screens hides in his hoodie blushing* im starting to regret every decision I have ever made up to this point ever...

Floyd: Im so happy with every decision leading up to this point :))

Jade: I am such a good wingman :D.

Floyd: GTFO

Jade: This is also my room-

Floyd: *Throws a pillow at him*

Jade: *dodges*

Azul, completely oblivious: W- *gets hit in the face by the pillow*

Azul: I- Whatever, Im deducting that from your pay check. Im too busy to deal with either of you now. I have a meeting with a new worker, hopefully less troublesome.

Jade: Hm~ I think I'll join you Azul, after, all my brother is quite busy. :)

Azul: ...Im too tired to care, whatever.

Jade: Did Riddle-

Azul: Shut up.

Jamil: ....Are they gone now?

Floyd : Yeah.

Jamil: Great, Im also leaving- *tries to get up*

Floyd: Nope you're staying right here. *Lays on top of Jamil* Good night Jams~

Jamil: It's only- Oh fuck it's 10 pm I need to go- Floyd, move.

Floyd: Tiger fish can handle himself let him be-

Jamil: Floyd-

Floyd: You've left him alone plenty of times by now.

Jamil: Yes, and one time he tried to "cook a midnight snack" and almost burnt down the dorm.

Floyd: Fine. *Gets up*

Jamil: *sigh* Thank-

Floyd: *Picks up Jamil* We can go sleep in your dorm and talk about our wedding: ^^

Jamil: W-no- arghh *hides in his hoodie again*

Floyd:^^

The end. This ask is going to get deleted by tumblr isn't it.

This is so cute hehfhehsdfhfdhsfd I love the idea of Jade being the wingman that's so funny, Floyd's little "Jams" nickname for Jamil is so cute as well I love I love I love I love

Jade and Floyd separately telling Jamil about old merfolks story that are both disturbing and weirdly romantic (and Jamil being distrubed by it) I love that I love creepy shit about merfolks yesssssssssssssss this made my day thank you hehehehe

#I'd doodle something for this but unfortunately very low energy today so no doodle </3 #this also got me thinking how often does Floyd talk about marriage with Jamil #wouldn't surprise me if he just started calling Jamil his ��husband/wife” already because he “got bored of waiting”#and now Jamil has to deal with the embarrassment of Floyd randomly screaming “MY WIFFEEE/HUBBYYYYYY” everytime he sees him in the hall #oug Im gonna be thinking about this alot now OUGUGUGHGHGGHGHHGHHGGHHGGGHGHHGGHGHGHGGHHG I LOVE THEM SM #twst #floyd leech #jamil viper #flojami #monoduke ask

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thewalrusespublicist · 2 days ago

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LennonMcCartney is so interesting because on a certain level it’s clear cut what happened; they broke up, John moved on/fell in love, Paul was hurt but they both moved on. It’s only in recent years that it’s been acknowledged both J&P had complex feelings about it all with many skirting the line of ‘something more’ between them. How much is that the audience trying to make sense of what happened (people fall in&out of love) and J&P actually holding onto unresolved feelings? Both were absolutely invested in their lives after the other and for the most part were not on the same page re.the other’s/band’s place and legacy and had it not been for John’s tragic murder there’s no indication they would’ve established any sort of intimacy again. Although Paul’s unabashed desire for some sort of relationship with John may have kept hope alive but for the most part John just really seemed to wish he could shake Paul off.

Hi anon,

Thank you for your message! I hope you won't take this the wrong way, but I think some of your statements and conclusions here aren't wholly backed up by the evidence. If I'm correct, I think some of this may have come from the recent stuff in McCartney Legacy 2 where John seems dismissive and not wanting to talk to Paul? I get how someone could definitely think that John wanted nothing to do with Paul from those excerpts but the thing to remember about it being a bio on Paul is that it's inherently a lopsided perspective from Paul’s POV of the shut Dakota door. The reality is a lot more complex.

The idea that John ‘fell out of love’, moved on, was over Paul and never ever would have regained intimacy with him is not supported by John's temperament, behaviour or conversations he had with others during his lifetime. The evidence actually points to the exact opposite; that John never moved on, never got over Paul and wrestled with this until his dying day. That isn’t some shipper fan girl goggle-wish fulfillment or fans trying to come to grips with a hard, but simple fact of life. This is something blindingly clear from the deluge of testimonies we have. In fact, I would say that the idea of the live, laugh, love evolved John trying to get a way from the pesky gadfly that is Paul and the Beatles is the wish fulfillment built up from John's own cope and later Lennon estate projections.

The evidence for John's continued interest is pretty overwhelming so I’m just going to go with greatest hits. To start with, it wasn’t just Paul that was hurt by the breakup. Nothing says ‘I’ve moved on and am over someone’ like writing funeral on a picture of their wedding then at the same time writing a sad, sentimental line on a picture of the two of you, talking excitedly about hidden messages to you on your ex partner's new album and getting married eight days after them. Then there's the endless and ever evolving looping back to the break-up and why it happened that get reported throughout the decade in both conversations and interviews. Rather than an old scar, the break-up is a painful sore that John keeps picking at to try and get the poison out of it and failing.

As for playing and regaining intimacy, the opportunity for this to happen was raised multiple times in the 70s and by John just as much as Paul. It was John who contacted Paul and Linda to play with Yoko and he twice in ‘72. The possibility of playing together in the Lost Weekend was raised as well and there's pretty concrete evidence that John wanted to go down to New Orleans to play in 75'. The desire was there on both sides intermittently throughout the decade, it's just the timings more than anything.

The unfortunate situation that I think has left the poor impression over the overall decade is the late 70s/80 where we get a lot of anecdotes about Paul getting blocked and some of John's harshest stuff since the break-up. Crucially though, John had continual bouts of paranoia and depression in this time period. He was dedicated to his new life true, but the tough reality was that his new life was not giving him the life satisfaction he may have thought it would. Add Paul's contrasting increasing success and seemingly great marriage and it's like showing a red rag to a bull. And, sure, when he's supposedly writing in his diary about defeating Paul by Yoko buying a nicer cow for their farm I'm pretty sure he would like the concept of Paul to be blown off the face of the earth. But this isn't all the time, in other moments you have the 'my Pau Pau' demo, asking Elliot Mintz if thinks Paul is still thinking about him, talking lovingly about him to Jack Douglas etc. John's mood swung rapidly but whatever the feeling, it was far from indifference.

Even his shittier comments in the media betray him. There's the famous 'he came and I told him to go away and I haven't seen him since' one which yeah, he acts like Paul is this annoying thing on his doorstep but then he adds in the more vulnerable 'I didn't mean for him to take it like that'. You don't add it being a mistake if you’re indifferent or don’t want to see a person again. Also, on 80' he keeps going on about not really having spoken to him in a decade (which I would quibble but fine John). Again if you're indifferent or want someone to go away that wouldn't really bother you, but it bothers John that they aren't having meaningful conversations. John in interviews is a guy claiming he's over someone he.will.not.stop.talking.about. Someone he's resentful he's not more intimate with, not less.

Aside from the evidence, it was not in John’s nature to not love someone or think about them. He loved his deadbeat dad, he worshiped the mother who abandoned him, he sent flowers when his childhood hero Elvis died despite mocking and criticising him. John was a man of contradiction. He was forward thinking, truth-seeking, eager to shove things aside for each new shiny thing and new ways to live. He was also sentimental, easily nostalgic and utterly incapable of forgetting those that had touched him deeply. I think some of his trying to thrust his past aside and pretend he's moved on was to cover for this incapability and subsequent vulnerability.

But if we are looking at possibility of reconciliation, where were we actually when John died? Well, if we go from his very last statement about Paul, then Paul was the person he loved and would do anything for. Pretty warm whatever way you look at it.

Where things would have gone from 80' is anyone's guess but all signs were pointing towards, rather than away from each other.

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gothamhappiness · 2 days ago

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Persephone - Part I (Bruce Wayne x f!reader)

Hi everyone, I wrote another series that is actually some sort of continuation of this other series "Being in a relationship with Bruce Wayne: a journey". You don't have to have read it to start this one.

In this series, we explore reader's past, in which she happens to be the heir of a secret organisation called the Underworld. I hope you'll enjoy!

Warnings: no proof reading, mentions of violence, of reader being a killer and dangerous, fear of the past, car "accident"

You had wanted to pretend that your past couldn’t define you, that it couldn’t reach you anymore. You had wanted to believe that now your father was dead and your mother in another country, far away from you and Gotham, you were going to be fine. You weren’t a little girl anymore, you were a strong woman, who knew what she wanted.

You were determined to be free.

It had been years and you had avoided quite successfully the people who used to work for your family. You sometimes noticed the symbol of the Underworld tattooed on someone’s arm, so you were careful to stay away from them, just in case, even if no one knew who you were, because they never saw your face and never learnt your real name. For them, you were Korè. For the rest of the world, you were Y/N.

And you were clean. You created your own life. You even went to university and then became a well known journalist in Gotham, before becoming co-CEO of Wayne Enterprises. You even were married to Bruce Wayne.

Snuggled up into his embrace, you could truly feel like the darkness of your past couldn’t touch you anymore. You were safe by his side, and he kept reminding you of it. Your new family knew that your parents used to be at the head of an organisation of all sorts of crimes. They knew that when you were a child, you had been forced to be part of it. They even knew that Victor Zsasz actually taught you how to use a gun.

Since you left your parents and the organisation you always refused to touch another gun. The Batfamily didn’t know how good you were with one. You were a true snipper and your hands were covered in blood - no one needed to know that. You actually were perfectly happy to pretend that it was all a nightmare, that it didn’t really happen.

Your family didn’t need to know you were a little military genius either. You were made for war. They sometimes wondered about it because no one, not even Bruce, was able to beat you at a simple chess game. You were always knowing the different paths your opponent could take and you were always guessing right and beating everyone in the family. Everyone was truly impressed, and when Bruce, once it was just the two of you, started to ask questions, you always found ways to make him forget about it.

Despite how hard you tried to keep your past away from yourself, sometimes, at night, you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Sometimes, you missed the darkest part of yourself that you left behind.

Sometimes, you missed elaborating schemes.

Sometimes, you missed having dangerous people working for you.

Sometimes, you missed being what you could have been.

Sometimes, you wanted to be so much more, but you knew that the price would be too high for you and your family.

Bruce was aware there was a part of you he didn’t know much of when he was watching you leading WE by his side. You were good. You were seeing everything. You were dealing with people with softness and diplomacy, but it was obvious that no one should try and disobey you. The board absolutely loved you and since you agreed to work as co-CEO of WE, the enterprises grew even more powerful. You were taking care of everything that Bruce couldn’t or didn’t have time to care of. You were working very well together and you were trusting each other. You were such a power couple, and the media couldn’t stop gushing about you two.

Your life was perfect, you truly enjoyed yourself.

But the past is always lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right time to jump on you and to make you pay for the bill.

It started when you heard the Batfamily discussing the “Heir of the Underworld”.

At the name alone, you froze for an instant before doing your best to seem calm and collected. When you asked what was going on, they told you that some old organisation called the Underworld was stirring up, even though they didn’t know why. All they heard about was that they were looking for their Heir. Your family was concerned, they were already dealing with the Court of Owls, they didn’t need another secret organisation to resurface. They had no idea who the Heir was and what it even meant. Was the Underworld working like some sort of monarchy? Shouldn’t they try and find this Heir before the Underworld could? They were worried of what would happen when this criminal organisation would get their leader back.

You didn’t say anything, but you knew who the Heir was.

You.

But you wanted to keep pretending that you were safe from your past. You wanted to believe that the Underworld wouldn’t find you and would deal with whatever was going on without you. Since your parents and yourself always wore masks around your people, you should be fine.

Your former bodyguards knew you though. As a child, they were the only people you completely trusted, so you weren’t always wearing a mask around them. They promised to you they would always look after you. When you left the Underworld, they told you they would keep their promise, no matter what. At this instant, you hoped the twins would still be loyal enough to you for shutting up.

They indeed were loyal to you, but desperate to get you back as well.

They tried to talk to you, but you were rarely alone. They tried to find your phone number but it seemed that it was impossible to get it - the security around your family was flawless. They didn’t want to ring at Wayne manor; the Underworld needed to stay a secret. They hated it, but they needed to act a lot more brutal than anticipated.

One night, Alfred was driving you back home from a gala. You had attended to it with your husband, but Batman had been needed so you were now in the black limo without him. You were carelessly chatting with Alfred.

Lately you have seemed a lot more talkative than usual. No one really said anything to you, because they knew it would upset you and you would have quietened down. Truth to be told, they loved to hear the sound of your voice and to get to interact that much with you. And for you, it was a way to forget about the situation, about your past.

You heard a lot about the Underworld lately, and Bruce even brought back home a gun with the Underworld symbol on it. You knew it was getting closer to you now, and you knew you should have talked about it to your husband - to Batman at least -, but you simply couldn’t.

It would mean that everything was real.

It would mean you would have to tell him about your darkest part.

It would mean you would have to help your family put an end to the Underworld.

And you didn’t want that.

When you had left the organisation, you had asked your father’s right arm to keep paying everyone; you asked him to keep the Underworld alive but on a low rhythm. You even told him to make sure that the Underworld would always have some people among the main institutions of the city. And if someone died, he needed to replace them. You told him you didn’t want to take the throne, but that Gotham might need the Underworld.

On the rare occasions you were facing your past and the choice you made then, you wanted to convince yourself that it was because the Underworld was the sole organisation able to fight off the Court of Owls. The Underworld had a lot of secrets, and on its territory, there was a cure and poison that the Court of Owls wanted, and the Underworld had to prevent them from getting it.

But deep down, you knew that the Underworld was your home and that you also couldn’t fully let it go. You hadn’t wanted to put an end to the Empire your ancestors created because… you needed this option. You had promised yourself to be a good person, and to stay away from the criminal world, but what if, one day, you didn’t have the choice? What if you got attacked? What if you lost everything? What if you needed to find somewhere safe? The Underworld was your exit plan, just in case.

But it seemed that the exit plan now wanted to become your main plan.

As you were chatting with Alfred, a truck suddenly busted from the side and before Alfred or you could react, it violently hit you. You didn’t have time to be afraid, you didn't have to scream.

Everything went dark.

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daydreamerdrew · 2 years ago

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The Incredible Hulk (1968) #247

#ok I’m only here for Betty #I’m surprised to see her call the Hulk ‘a poor creature who means no harm’#she has been in the book very much since she separated from Glenn and then left her father to try to learn independence #but I think her overall portrayal has veered towards that she has positive (it at times complicated) feelings about Bruce #and with that a begrudging consideration for the Hulk #and I don’t remember what would have happened before she got mostly written out of the book #that would have made her have such a positive and uncomplicated view of the Hulk #because ‘a poor creature who means no harm’ is pretty strong language #also it’s striking that she’s having this confrontation with Glenn and is essentially getting the last word between the two of them #because this isn’t really different from the conflict she’s been having with her father #other than that that’s normally based around how could he do [x] to the Hulk when he knows that Bruce is a part of him #and here she’s just talking about the Hulk and not bringing Bruce up #but confrontations with her father never go this well for Betty #also the fact that she says ‘I won’t even dignify that with an answer’ when Glenn accuses her of still having feelings for Bruce #please I want them to get back together it’s been long enough #I think it would be really interesting #as an aside if Betty’s had feeling for Bruce during her entire marriage with Glenn that that’s kind of Glenn’s fault #I will never drop how the two of them got married during a brief period of time when it was believed that Bruce was dead #and when Glenn learned that Bruce was alive he conspired with General Ross to keep Betty from finding out #to buy Ross time to try to actually kill him #because they both realized that if Betty learned Bruce was still alive she might leave Glenn for him #like Glenn tricked Betty into not getting their marriage annulled during their honeymoon #and then is all upset that their marriage failed and they got a divorce #marvel #betty ross #glenn talbot #fred sloan #rick jones #my posts #comic panels

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oveliagirlhaditright · 2 years ago

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LOL. In the Buffy tie-in book I read ("Unnatural Selection"), Buffy had to come up with the cover story that she and Angel were married and had two daughters: Ginger and Joy. And she came up with those names because ginger (the spice) was right in front of her, and the brand of the dishwasher she owned was "Joy"?

But an AU--or better yet, a continuation of this--where they have daughters and actually name them that. Pfft.

Also, interestingly enough, in these tie-in books, Buffy dreams of having kids with Angel quite a few times (like in moments where she gets to see her perfect life).

Not that that's what this was, but it's still definitely interesting.

#bangel #this book is about faeries and changelings for anyone wondering and that's why #basically the faeries are targeting the married couples with children who work for this one guy and then kidnap their kids and replace them #with changelings?#so buffy calls this one lady--when she's beginning to figure this out--to get more info/see if this has happened to her and pretends her #husband works for the guy and that they have kids #and then angel shows up (to help buffy patrol essentially) when she's about to meet the woman to discuss more and becomes a part of the #charade #because in seeing them together of course the woman would assume he was the husband buffy told her she had #not there's anything wrong with the names ginger and/or joy of course! i actually love them. i just feel like if buffy and angel ever #actually had kids those aren't the names they'd choose. heck i feel like those aren't even the names buffy would choose for fake kids if #she'd really had a minute to think about it #well maybe joy #because i do agree with fans who think they'd probably choose names that mean things. i agree with calenlily that it would probably be #grace or something like that #or maybe shannon. which i've also seen in another fic. since it's gaelic and means 'wise' apparently #though points to buffy for coming up with 'ginger' and 'joy' on the spot and having them both be names that start with a 'j' sound #because that does seem like something a parent could choose to do and probably made her story more believable

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readwritealldayallnight · 5 months ago

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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who from the moment he laid eyes on you, has only ever referred to you as his wife

You, this sweet little thing, running through the halls on base one day when you turn a corner and nearly run headfirst into the Lieutenant, who’s walking alongside Soap

“Oh! Sorry about that, sir.” You told him, never slowing down in your hurried pace as you snuck around his large frame and continued down towards whatever you were evidently late for

The only reason his gaze had followed your retreating form, was that unlike everyone else, you had met his eyes when you spoke, even smiled warmly up at him

That one smile and he was done for

“Who was tha’?” The sergeant had questioned, seeing Ghost’s attention still fixated on you.

“Think that was my wife.”

“Yer what?!”

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who makes it a point to let everyone know that you are in fact his wife

Well, everyone apart from you apparently

He would certainly never abuse his position as a Lieutenant, but some new recruit had the audacity to whistle at you as you walked by? Well 100 laps around the base don’t exactly run themselves

Another soldier saved you a seat next to him in a briefing? He can enjoy scrubbing toilet seats for the next week in that case

Someone actually had the bollocks to ask you for your phone number? Perfect, he needed a volunteer for demonstrating hand to hand combat to the recruits, medics on standby of course

By the time he properly introduces himself to you for the first time, it’s understood by everyone else around that you are, for all intents and purposes, Mrs Riley

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who listens to you tell him your name in a voice that resembles music to his ears, hardly bothering to remember your last name, seeing as it’ll be changing soon enough anyway

“You can call me anythin’ you want, love.” His deep, gravelly voice had sent shivers down your spine, cheeky smirk widening beneath his mask. “So long as you call me, that is.”

By the end of your first date, (you were sitting alone in the dining hall and he wordlessly joined you what do you mean this isn’t a date) he’s wondering if you’ll insist on a ceremony or if he can sweep you away to the nearest courthouse and make this official, slipping a ring onto you finger and himself into you

You had laughed when he put his number into your phone and named himself ‘Husband’, certain that the man was only messing with you, some kind of hazing that you apparently weren’t aware Lieutenants played on the new communications hire, but it was only fair seeing as he’d saved your contact under ‘Wife’

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who is over the moon every time you play along, even if he knows you believe you’re only playing

“Ach, thanks Lt. Just what I needed.” Soap said, seeing Ghost’s approaching form enter the common room, holding a steaming cup of tea in each hand

“S’for my wife. Get your own.” The older man gruffly replied, sliding the mug onto the side table next to where you’re curled up on the couch, reading a book

“Aw, thank you honey.” You giggled, smiling up as him with an expression he thinks would taste even sweeter than honey if he were to run his tongue across your upturned lips

“Happy wife, happy life, sergeant.” Ghost shrugged, ignoring the other man’s pout, landing next to you and reaching an arm behind you across the back of the couch

“God, maybe I really should keep you.” You’d laughed, reaching a leg out to dig your socked toes into his muscled thigh, teasing him

Grasping your foot into his large, strong hands, he began massaging it, uncaring that you were only two of the many people in the common room, not when you looked at him like that, smiling together as though you truly were nothing more than a married couple

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who surprised you one day, insisting he needed your help with something crucial off base, and drove you to a local shopping outlet to look at none other than dresses

“Is there some sort of party happening?” You’d questioned, confused out of your mind

“Suppose you could consider it a party.” He’d answered, leading you through the many racks of dresses, you noticed were all, very conveniently, white

“Now while you’re lookin’ through dress sizes,” he’d added, taking your left hand in both of his. “You know your ring size? Got my own shoppin’ to do ‘round here.”

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foldingfittedsheets · 24 days ago

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In honor of my nine year anniversary with my beloved wife please enjoy a story from our third date.

Just gonna reemphasize that. Our third date. We were still very much getting to know each other. We were virtually strangers.

We had been intending to do a meetup at a nerdy cafe with a group of people, but unbeknownst to us there had been a tragedy in the group and everyone else bailed. My beloved and I made the best of it. We had a nice date. I horrified them by eating sliders in three bites but it wasn’t a deal breaker.

Afterward I was driving us back to my place when a car came up and rear ended me. It was a pretty light bump but I was still like, well. That car hit me, time to pull over and exchange info.

Except the other car decided to instead shoot past me and drive away.

Infuriated, I pursued.

From the passenger seat, a captive on a third date with someone else in control of the car and pursuing strangers into the darkness, my beloved said, “Uh, what’s the plan here?”

“They hit me! We need to exchange information!”

Indeed. I did not have a plan. The plan was that when you hit someone with your car you exchanged insurance information. I would pursue until that happened.

The offending car led us a merry chase and as I followed through winding pitch black forest roads I felt the tiniest inkling of misgiving. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea? Pursuing someone into the darkness? But I persisted.

I wasn’t being propelled by a plan or even stubbornness but instead I followed a blazing righteousness. Fundamentally I knew that when you hit someone’s car you talked to them afterward. It was an inexorable fact. They would not escape the talking portion of this event.

When the car pulled into a trailer park I fully realized that this was not, in fact, a good idea. Inside the other car was a couple who were clearly having an argument and it seemed increasingly unlikely that they had insurance info to swap.

With a sigh I said, “Will you pull out your flashlight? Let’s see if my bumper is damaged.”

We got out of the car and inspected my bumper together. It actually looked fine, and I was about to call it when the woman got out. It was instantly clear she was under some chemical influence, her pupils dilated absurdly large. She attempted a poor performance as she said, “Oh, did we hit you?”

“Yeah,” I said flatly, “but I think it’s fine. I don’t see any damage.”

“We weren’t sure, uh, if we did, we didn’t think we did but we just weren’t sure.” She shifted anxiously foot to foot.

It was time to leave, a fact which became clearer when the man stepped out, eyes buzzing in his skull. He feigned innocence and radiated an aura of someone barely tethered to reality. My beloved and I waved them off and got back in my car to drive away.

As we did my beloved let out a huge gust of air as if they’d been holding their breath.

“Are you okay?”

“I was so squared up ready to fight them,” they said. “I’m glad we didn’t.”

I turned to look at them in astonishment. “Why would we have fought?”

“Are you joking? You followed them at 11pm to a trailer park! The second we got out of the car I was in a fighting stance. What did you think would happen?”

“I- I don’t know. That we’d talk and then go home? But. I can see now that driving after a car that tried to do a hit and run may not have been that safe…”

“You think!!!”

We sat in silence for a while before we burst out in relieved laughter.

“You were ready to fight?” I asked.

“I do kung fu! That guy looked so shady, I was ready to kick his ass, but I really didn’t want to.”

Unbelievably, they agreed to more dates, and eventually married me, but more often than not they’re the one driving.

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httpscameron · 3 months ago

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arranged marriage with simon.

the marriage was arranged by your parents, you didnt even know it was going to happen until a few weeks before the wedding. your first meeting with simon was in a coffee shop. your mum just told you to go there at ten am to meet him there.

he stood out like a sore thumb. his hair was messy, a dirty blond but short, he was sat in a booth with a cup of tea in a to-go cup. a look of exhaustion on his face and a five oclock shadow of a beard. he had eyebags that were deep but his eyes were a soft blue. simon wore dark clothes, probably to keep himself looked at atleast as possible.

you took a breath of nerves before getting a coffee yourself before going over. you stood opposite him. “simon riley?” you asked him just to confirm really that he was infact your husband to be.

he just nodded “yeah i am.” he didnt bother asking for your name because well youre obviously his future wife he knows your name. “i didnt ask for this you to be my mrs, so dont blame me.” he tells you a in mutter. his voice was husky, a smoker and clearly a heavy one at that.

after that visit you didnt meet again until your wedding, you couldnt really class it as a wedding. you both went to county hall and signed the documents and you had your stuff moved in that night.

it was awkward, very awkward. that night the two of you stayed in silence. you both agreed to share a bed because thats what married people did. he was in a pair of joggers and a dark tank top. you were in your usual pyjamas. both of you as far away as possible in the bed. the tv was on playing the eleven oclock news. once the show finished you both said your good nights and that was it.

life went on like that for a few months, simple hellos and simple mutters of how are you. it was terrible. he was a good man at that, he allowed you to quit your job and the two of you lived on his income, you had unlimited cash and could do as you please. however the one thing you werent allowed to do was cheat. it was a basic thing you both agreed to early on as it wasnt fair on the other no matter how much you both disliked the marriage.

simon went on deployment, it was long three months without speaking (like that really bothered you). he returned late into the night, you were asleep in your bed, sleeping as snug as you could.

he kicked his boots off at the bottom of the bed and his clothes stripping to his boxers, as he climbed into bed, his arms wrapped around you quickly. waking you up. “simon?” you said quickly.

“shh birdie i need this.” he huffed, his head going into the crook of your neck, sniffing your hair which still smelt like that shampoo you used. you just being there settled him instantly. he fell asleep instantly too. you fell asleep too, the warmth of his arms was somewhat suprisingly nice too.

after that night you both had a silent agreement to sleep cuddling, even if some nights your head was on his chest or you both spooned. it was nice actually, being close to your husband.

the two of you eventually agreed on going on date nights, simple stuff twice a month even if it was getting a take out and watching a film and well it was perfect. settling into routines with him that you never thought would happen. being able to fall in love with your husband.

he thought of you as his salvation, your relationship bloomed into one of love and adoration to each other, spending early mornings and late nights together. simon wouldnt be the man he was without you, even if it was a rocky start it still happened. you still both fell in love and had the happy ending neither of you expected.

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❀﹐𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖

pairing: park sunghoon x fem!reader

synopsis: in which married couple park sunghoon and park y/n are on their way to court to divorce when they suddenly get into a car crash, losing their memories entirely. over time, they start to fall inlove with each other all over again.

genre: angst, exes to lovers + strangers to lovers (ynhoon are soulmates your honor!!) fluff

“You are the most immature person I have ever met!” You shout, “I should’ve never married you in the first place!”

“Finally, something we can both agree on.” Sunghoon seethes, and you just know the taxi driver is uncomfortable by the way he’s awkwardly looking in the car mirror.

The both of you crossed your arms stubbornly, huffing like little children who just threw a tantrum.

The only reason why you and Sunghoon were getting a divorce in the first place was because he was so busy at his office, inheriting the CEO position from his father just months earlier.

You felt lonely, and it really didn’t help that Sunghoon didn’t give you any reassurance because he was too tired.

“Aish, why is this red light taking so long?” Sunghoon angrily mumbles underneath his breath.

“Well maybe it’s your negative energy.”

“Can you be mature once in your life?” Sunghoon snaps back.

The taxi driver, very annoyed with the both of you, continues driving when the light turns green.

Then all of a sudden, a car rams through the intersection, crashing directly into the taxi.

You scream, and Sunghoon instantly puts his arms around your frame, shielding you.

Then, all goes black.

For a second, you could see the day that you and Sunghoon got married.

It was a Sunday, at the beautiful church nearby Sunghoon’s parents house, and you were wearing what Sunghoon called the most beautiful dress he’d ever seen. It was plain white, but long and so beautifully designed that it didn’t need any other colors.

When you arrived at the altar, Sunghoon had bursted into tears. Some of his friends, Jake, who had traveled all the way from Australia to attend, patted the boy on back as comfort.

That day was nonetheless the happiest day of your life. You don’t know if Sunghoon feels the same, and looking back, it feels like such a shame that you’re throwing it all down the drain.

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BLEEP. BLEEP.

Your body jolts awake, head practically killing you with the amount of ache it produced as you tried to sit up.

“Patient is up!” The nurse says before walking into your room with a tray. “Good morning, are you feeling okay?”

You raise your hands to touch your head, which was bandaged by some soft tissue material.

“Where am I?” You say, looking around the room. You spot a unknown man groggily getting up, and for a second, you can’t help but notice how handsome he was.

That was besides the point, though.

“You’re in the hospital.” The nurse says, smiling softly. “Do you remember the events leading up to this?”

“I.. I don’t remember anything, actually.”

The nurse still smiles at you reassuringly. “It’s alright lovebug, it seems as though you two have lost your memories.”

“Us two?” You question.

“Yes.” She points to the guy on the other bed right next to you who just looked like he woke up from death. He too looked badly injured like you, having a broken hand and bandage around his head. “Park Sunghoon-ssi was in the same car as you and got injured as well.”

Park Sunghoon. Why did that name sound so familiar?

“Well since you're both awake," she said, relief evident in her voice. "You've been in an accident. Do you remember anything Sunghoon-ssi?”

Sunghoon shook his head slowly. "No... I don't remember anything."

The nurse nodded, sympathy in her eyes. “It's not uncommon for victims to lose their memories after a traumatic accident. Memory loss can be temporary. Just focus on resting for now.”

The nurse leaves the room, leaving you and Sunghoon alone.

“She said we were in the same car together,” you say slowly. “But I really can’t remember what you are to me.”

Sunghoon shrugs. “Me either. All I remember vividly is my parents. You must’ve been an acquaintance of mine, then.”

You nod, stretching your limbs. “You got more injured than me.”

He lets out an airy chuckle, lifting his broken arm which was in a cast into the air. “Yep, broken arm.”

You want to remember so badly what had happened leading up to all of this. What were you doing? Where were you going, and why were you with this Park Sunghoon guy in the first place?

“What did you get for breakfast?”

Sunghoon breaks the silence between the two of you, and you slowly look down at the tray in front of your bed.

“Uh, the nurse got me tiramisu and oatmeal.”

“Tiramisu?” Sunghoon’s mood automatically brightens up. “Can we please switch sweets? I really love tiramisu.”

You laugh at his childlike behavior, but nod anyway. “I’ll bring it to you Sunghoon, wait.”

You don’t know why, but it feels so right saying his name. Sunghoon must’ve felt the same way, because he swore his mouth went dry at you calling out his name.

You carefully make your way out your hospital bed, making sure not to accidentally detach any monitors that were attached to you. Grabbing the tiramisu cup, you make your way over to Sunghoon, who’s already shaking in excitement.

Then you make your way back, opening the lid of your oatmeal bowl.

“I may not know what happened in the accident,” Sunghoon says. “But I know this tiramisu is so fucking good.”

You shake your head, laughing at his words. “Yah Sunghoon, you think we were best friends before all of this?”

“Maybe.” He mutters, the mascarpone cheese of the tiramisu leaving a mark on the side of his lips.

“Well our humor is alike.” You say. “Would explain why we were in the same car together. Maybe we were going out to lunch.”

The rest of the day was spent with Sunghoon and you cracking jokes then and there, the awkwardness of the two of you being strangers quickly faded.

❀﹐

The next day, you were given tiramisu once again while Sunghoon was given cookies.

You descended from your bed, once again, and gave the tiramisu cup to Sunghoon while you grabbed his bag of cookies.

“You know what’s funny?” You say, biting into the warm chocolate chip cookie.

“What?” He says, although it’s muffled from the amount of tiramisu he’s stuffed into his mouth.

“Yah, you gotta stop doing that, it’s gross.”

Sunghoon sticks his tongue out at you, which makes you giggle.

“We’re both Parks, isn’t that funny?”

“Huh,” Sunghoon looks up at the ceiling, thinking for a brief second. “Park Sunghoon and Park Y/N. That is funny.”

Maybe both of your humors are broken because you hit your head too hard during the crash, but even though you were at the hospital, you’re glad you have someone like Sunghoon to keep you company.

“Do you want to watch the stars with me tonight at the balcony?” You ask the boy, who nods softly.

“I’d love to, actually.”

And that’s what the two of you did. By the time it hit 10pm, you two tiptoed out to the balcony, making sure to not let any of the night nurses see you.

“Whoaaa, it’s beautiful.” Sunghoon says, letting his broken arm lean against the railing. “Why didn’t we do this sooner?”

You smile, leaning your head on Sunghoon’s shoulder.

“Sunghoon.” You say, voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah?”

“I’m not sure what we were before the accident,” you stop for a second. “But I’m glad we knew each other.”

Sunghoon turns his head to look down at your face, his expression morphed into a genuine smile. “I’m glad we knew each other too Y/N.”

That night, you slept the most compared to the other nights at the hospital. In your dreams, you see Sunghoon—only instead of being at the hospital bed right beside you, he’s in the kitchen, wearing a black suit.

“You look nice today.”

“Thank you baby.” Sunghoon leans down to give you a kiss on the lips. “Is that tiramisu?”

You nod, your eyes full of love. “Of course, you’ve been working so hard so I decided to make your favorite.”

He wraps his arms around your waist, letting the two of you swing back and forth slowly. “Thank you my love, I seriously don’t know what I would do without you.”

You woke up in a cold sweat, the dream feeling all too real.

“What’s wrong?” Sunghoon says, and you swore your heart almost leaped out of your chest, not expecting the brunette boy to be awake.

“It’s 2am, why are you even awake?” You say croakily, hands coming to rub your tired eyes.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He shrugs. “Hey, I had a really weird dream just now.”

“Me too.” You say, “you were in it.”

Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t further question it. “You were a lawyer in my dream, you just graduated from Seoul University. We bought a house, and you told me you wanted to continue with your career.”

At least his dream was somewhat normal, you think. I can’t just tell him I dreamt of us being together and being all lovey dovey. He’d be thrown into a coma!

“Ah, mine was similar.”

Nice save Y/N.

Sunghoon suddenly gets up from his bed, deciding to sit at the dining table the nurses had brought out for the two of you yesterday night.

“Come sit with me.”

You slowly creep out of your bed, sitting on the empty seat next to Sunghoon.

Suddenly, you’re hit with a sudden pounding headache.

“You’re the worst, Sunghoon!” You scream on the top of your lungs, “I hate you! I hate you!”

“Stop screaming!” He grabs your arms gently, eyes directly looking into yours. “Y/N-ah, stop it.”

“So I’m Y/N to you now?” Your voice breaks. “No more baby or love? Am I just another person to you Sunghoon?”

“Of course not, why would you say that?” He pinches the bridge of his nose, taking in a deep inhale. “Let’s just talk about this calmly, okay?”

“What’s there to talk about? You are never home, you’re always cooped up in your office! We might as well get a divorce!”

Sunghoon’s hold on your shoulder makes you snap out of your daze.

“Hey, you okay?” He says concernedly, “you were breathing heavily.”

“What?” You gasp. “Yeah—yeah, I’m okay. I just think I had a flashback.”

“Really? What was it?”

You don’t want to tell Sunghoon that it was the two of you fighting. Why did you even mention divorcing in the flashback? Were you and Sunghoon something more than just friends?

“Just the crash.” You say. You want to tell him the truth, you really do, but you’re not sure if these were hallucinations from how hard your head was hit during the trauma or if they were actual flashbacks.

“Well, I’m here.” Sunghoon whispers reassuringly. “I’ll always be here. We survived a car crash together anyway, we’re kinda bonded to each other.”

You laugh, smacking him on his shoulder softly. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe.”

❀﹐

“Do you remember what your passion was before all of this?” Sunghoon asks, peeling his orange with his injured hand.

“I haven’t really thought about it,” you say, “l think I really would’ve liked becoming a mother. I love kids, the thought of them makes me happy.”

“I think you would be a great mother.” Sunghoon says quietly. “Even though we don’t know each other much, I can tell you’re loving.”

You look down at your lap, trying to suppress the bright smile forming at the corner of your lips.

“Thanks Hoonie.”

“Hoonie?”

Your eyes widened. “I’m sorry! Did I make you uncomfortable? I should’ve not—”

“It’s okay Y/N,” he chuckles. “It’s fine. I like it.”

You can’t help but laugh along with him. “Okay.”

The next few days go by quickly, with you and Sunghoon already warming up to each other.

You were both comfortable enough to speak your thoughts freely around one another, no matter how silly or ridiculous some of them seemed.

When the nurses brought you two breakfast, Sunghoon almost dropped his fork in shock.

“They gave me tiramisu.” He says, eyes glistening with joy. “They finally gave me tiramisu.”

“I don’t know why you’re so excited.” You snicker jokingly. “You’ve been eating my tiramisu this entire week.”

He turns around to look at your tray, which had a bag of snickerdoodle cookies on it.

With shaking limbs, he makes his way over, handing the tiramisu cup to you and swapping it with your cookies.

“I thought you hated snickerdoodle cookies, Hoon?” You ask, eyebrows furrowed.

“I do.” He admits. “But you’ve given me your tiramisu all week, I wanted you to have mine this time.”

Your heart swells at that, and you point your spoon at him accusingly.

“Yah, is this because you want my chocolate pudding at dinner?” You joke.

“Pffft, what? Nooo.” He quickly defends himself. “But if you’re willing to share—”

“Shut up Park Sunghoon!”

“Yes ma’am!”

❀﹐

You don’t know why, but you’re starting to feel giddy whenever you talk with Sunghoon.

Your palms does this thing where it sweats profusely, and your tongue feels like dried sandpaper.

There’s no way you like Park Sunghoon, right? You’ve barely known the guy for two weeks, so why was the heart racing at the thought of him?

“I’ve convinced the nurses to get us two bottles of coca cola,” Sunghoon says, practically jumping up and down as he entered the room.

“Really? Out of all the drinks you could’ve persuaded them to get us, you got us coke.”

“Don’t diss Coca Cola like that!” Sunghoon says, crossing his arms.

Just like Sunghoon had said, the nurse approaches the two of you an hour later, 2 bottles of coca cola in her hands. She hands one to Sunghoon, then to you.

"Enjoy." She says, smile reaching her eyes.

Sunghoon's eyes light up when he opens the bottle and takes a sip. "Ah, for some reason, this feels so nostalgic."

A little memory pops up in his head, one of him playing at the park with his mom and younger sister.

"Sunghoon-oppa! Mom says she brought us coca cola!" The young girl, Yeji, says. "C'mon! Come with me!"

The young Park Sunghoon lets his younger sister take his hand, running towards their mom who was on the other side of the park.

"What's wrong Sunghoon-ssi?" You ask, noticing how his thick eyebrows were furrowed and his grip on the bottle had tightened.

"Huh?"

"You zoned out for a bit."

He chuckles nervously, glancing around the room. "Sorry, I think I just had a flashback." He says. "Park Yeji."

"Who?"

"My younger sister." He explains. "I could see her clearly. I wonder where she is right now."

You too wondered where your family was. Maybe they were too busy to come visit you. You could briefly remember having a younger brother. Jungwon. Yang Jungwon.

"Cheers." He says, mood changing quickly. His canines shined brightly as he smiled, making him look all too gorgeous in your eyes. "To the car crash, for bringing me and Park Y/N together."

You giggle, raising your bottle in the air. "Cheers to the car crash, for bonding me with this weird guy named Sunghoon."

"Yah!"

❀﹐

"Is it weird?"

"Hm?"

It's 11pm, and you and Sunghoon face each other as you're both laying on opposite ends of the room.

"That we've known each other for only a few weeks and I already feel like I've known you for an entire lifetime?"

You smile at his words, shaking your head. "No, I feel the same way Hoonie."

"Would it be stupid to say out loud how much I want to kiss you right now?"

Your mouth almost drops at his boldness, but you quickly shake your head.

Sunghoon takes your silence as approval, sitting up to come over to your side.

He brushes the hair away from your face, leaning in to close the gap between your lips.

When the both of you pull away, you automatically lean in again, the feel of his lips on yours felt so right.

"I love you Sunghoon." You say as you cup his cheeks. "I don't want to fight anymore."

"I know," he whispers. "I love you. Cause even though we were both going down, we were going down together."

"I hate you." You say, a smile playing on your face. "I hate you for being the only person who I can't stay mad at."

"And I love you," he says. "For being there for me, always."

"Sunghoon."

"Hm?"

"I love you."

He smiles down at you, uninjured hand coming to hold yours. "I love you too."

❀﹐

"What?" You say flabbergasted.

The next morning was the date of both yours and Sunghoon's discharge, and both your families decided to come visit.

"You two were married." Your father explains, a bewildered expression on his face. "How could you not know? Was the Park Y/N not obvious?"

"I thought that was just my last name!" You say, defending yourself.

"Your last name is Yang, noona." Your little brother speaks up. It was Jungwon, the same boy you kept seeing in your flashbacks, only this time, his face looks more clear and matured. "It was before you married Sunghoon-hyung."

"You're telling me we got married and divorced?" Sunghoon says, stuttering over his own words.

"Yes son," Sunghoon's mother explains. "Well, not quite exactly. We don't know why you guys wanted to divorce, you kind of shut yourselves out when you were arguing. You didn't officially divorce yet, you got into an accident on the way to court."

That made so much sense now. The flashbacks of arguments between you and Sunghoon, the makeups after the arguments, the cute moments, everything. It started to all click in your head.

"You still share houses and everything, the lawyers had to put your case on hold because you were both hospitalized." Jungwon says. "We were here to pick you up separately, in case you weren't comfortable staying with each other."

"It's fine." You and Sunghoon both say at the same time.

"Are you sure honey?" Sunghoon's mom asks concernedly.

"Yes mom, I'm sure."

The drive home was awkward, you both drove in different cars but to the home you had bought before the accident happened.

"Noona," Jungwon calls out to you. Your parents are still in the car, looking at the scene in front of them.

"Yes Jungwon?"

"Listen, I may not know a lot about love," he says, "but I know what you and Sunghoon-hyung have is real. I could still see somewhere in his eyes that he remembers parts of you and he still loves you whether or not his memories came back or not. I could tell you love him too. I don't know why the two of you decided to divorce but I know you called me crying hysterically because of it. I just think you two needed to talk it out, without the lawyers, without the paperwork. You two are the two most stubborn people I know, but also the two most loving people I know, you wouldn't just leave each other like that."

You want to cry at your younger brother's words, tears already leaking from your eyes. "Thank you Won."

You reach your arms out to hug him, a hug that he instantly melts into. "I love you noona."

"I love you too."

❀﹐

"This isn't what we expected, huh?" Sunghoon says, leaning his head on the marble island in the middle of your kitchen. "This whole time I thought you were my best friend, turns out you were my soon to be ex-wife."

You laugh quietly at the irony of the whole situation. "Whatever we were in the past is in the past Hoon."

He nods. "I can't believe we were going to divorce."

"I can't believe it either."

"You know what my mom told me in the car?" Sunghoon sits up straight to look at you. "The reason I have a broken arm and you don't was because during the crash, I put my arms around yours to protect you. Isn't that funny? Even though we hated each other at that moment, my first instinct was to protect you."

You stay still at that, his words sinking into your brain.

"It's like the universe wanted us to be together." You say quietly.

"Hey Y/N?"

You turn around to face Sunghoon. "Yeah?"

"I'm glad I married you."

Even though you and Sunghoon aren't sure where you stand in terms of relationship, all you know is that you love him, and that is enough for the both of you.

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