#that’ll be my dinner for tonight and tomorrow

[planetsallalign]

House to myself for the next 3 weeks. Starting it off strong;

No pants. Chicken shawarma ordered for delivery. Are You Being Served? playing on the TV.

[badolmen]

Blehg

[letters-to-lgbt-kids]

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

I believe that one of the best things you can do for your mental wellbeing is to just give yourself things to look forward to. 

Your mind may go to expensive purchases or life changing experiences now, these bucket list items like “a month long international vacation” or “getting my own car” (or even something like “buying a whole new wardrobe and re-inventing myself after I come out” or “making queer friends once I graduated and moved out and cut my parents out of my life”) - but that’s not what I am talking about right now. In fact, for our purposes here it’s better if it’s not something like that! 

Big goals and long-term dreams are cool! Don’t give up on them! But if our only sources of that giddy “I can’t wait to do that!” energy are things that may only happen in a few years (or “when I get rich” or “once I’m healed” or “when I get braver” or maybe even never), well, that’s a good recipe for feeling unfulfilled and like our current life is empty and boring compared to that shiny fantasy. You’ll miss out on a lot of joy when you save up all your feelings of excitement for the “later”. 

So, this isn’t about big bucket list stuff and it also isn’t about any classic self-improvement techniques. If you look forward to exercise or meditation, all the more power to you (because obviously you’ll reap the mental health benefits of those things plus those giddy feelings)… but first and foremost this is about joy. 

This is about seeing the magic in the ordinary things, in the here and now (and yes, that sounds pretty lame. Sometimes you gotta be lame to be happy!). 

It’s also about feeling in control of your life. In order to look forward to something, you need to intentionally pick something to do. And that’ll feel so much better than just passively letting life happen to you or waiting for your “real life” to start or letting some algorithm choose which content to consume until it’s time for bed. It’s about not postponing joy until life gets better but making life better by making it more joyful!

So, how do you teach yourself to look forward to things and which things work best?

You need to set a (small, pleasant, easily achievable) goal and follow through on it.

It can be a small, special treat or reward, like “On Monday I’ll buy a candy bar after work” or “I’ll make a cup of my favorite tea tomorrow morning”. It can also just be being mindful of the things you do anyway: if you always listen to music while on the train, don’t just hit shuffle once you sit down and instead deliberately choose a specific album you want to listen to before you board the train. 

The trick is just to intentionally pick something fun to do and then let yourself feel pumped about doing it and then follow through with actually doing it. It doesn’t even need to be anything new or different than usual! If you always make pasta for dinner because that’s your favorite dish, then just deliberately spend some extra thought during the day on how freaking awesome it is that you get to eat your favorite dish again tonight! 

When you’re new to this, it’s best to pick something that’s in the near future, like later that day or the day after. You get time to build up excitement but you also get to follow through pretty quickly. So your brain gets to make the connection that happily looking forward to something is “worth it”! 

This can feel a bit ridiculous and fake at first, especially if you’re usually not an overly cheerful person. It’s okay if it feels a bit silly to be joyful about the prospect of eating pasta. Good news is, this is something where you can absolutely “fake it til you make it”. You may have to consciously remind yourself to be excited about it at first (it’s okay to use little helpers, like notifications on your phone or a good old sticky note somewhere you’ll see it!) - but even when it’s fake at first, your brain will forge those pathways and over time “happily looking forward to things” will become a natural habit that’ll add a bit of sparkle to the ordinary! 

And especially for those “waiting until I can be myself” cases: Yeah, finding magic in the ordinary will not “fix” living with homophobic parents or gender dysphoria. But it’ll give you some moments of light while you wait for things to get better. And you deserve that. Lighting some candles while waiting in the dark will always beat just sitting in the dark.

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Dad 

[harrywavycurly]

Their date? Please??🥺👉👈

Hiii babes!! So I’ll give you the end of their date that’ll still give you some details of what went on and what they did but mainly it gives you the most important thing, their first kiss so I hope you enjoy!💖

-find all things Southern Comfort here✨

A/N: Harry is as always a gentleman while you just don’t want him to have neck problems✨

Harry is anxious, he knew the evening was going to have to come to an end eventually and he can tell by the way your smile is a little softer and your eyes are beginning to get the slightest bit droopy that you’re tired. He knows you’re naturally an early riser and he has kept you out since around five this evening and when he looks at his watch and sees it’s nearly half past eleven he can understand why you’re giggling as you try and fail to hold back a little yawn as the two of you walk down the street towards your apartment. He’s been dreading the ending of this date since he picked you up and he knows exactly why and he’s just hoping you don’t pick up on his sudden change in mood as he gives your hand that’s in his a little squeeze as the stairs that lead to your door come into view.

“You know sugar I think this is the longest first date I’ve ever been on.” Your voice is soft and just the slightest bit teasing as the two of you stop at the bottom of your stairs.

“I just thought dinner alone would be too boring.” He explains as he turns so he’s fully facing you and grabs your other hand. You look up at him and smile when you see he’s already looking at you.

“Well I did enjoy that little wine bar you took us to that was very cute.” He smiles as he begins to run his thumbs over your knuckles. “And ending it with a casual stroll around town? Very nice touch.” He laughs as you shoot him a playful wink, but you know he’s grateful to hear you enjoyed the date he spent hours pacing his living room trying to plan.

“We do love a good stroll don’t we sweetheart?” He asks as he lets go of one of your hands so he can reach down and brush some hair behind your ear making you smile.

“We sure do.” You give his hand a little squeeze as he briefly looks away from you and glances around the empty street. “I really did have a great time tonight Harry.” His face lights up as you say his name and he swears it’s something he’ll never get tired of hearing you say because he loves the way it just rolls off your tongue.

“A good enough time to do it again? Maybe tomorrow morning? I can bring you breakfast and we can go look around that thrift store you told me about last week?” He doesn’t miss the way your eyes light up and a small smirk forms on your face as your free hand grips onto his bicep making him raise an eyebrow.

“Good lord sugar warn someone before you just bust out a line like that. About made me go all wobbly kneed.” Harry can’t help the laugh that escapes him as you let go of his arm and place it on his chest. “You practiced that didn’t you?” Your eyes are teasing as they look into his and he feels his cheeks get hot.

“How am I supposed to make sure my lines are up to your standards if I don’t practice?” Your laugh makes him grin as you give his chest a playful pat. He feels his heart begin to beat a little faster as he looks down at you and he knows it’s now or never. “May I kiss you?” At first he thinks you didn’t hear him because you let go of his hand and he feels the corners of his mouth drop as your hand slips off of his chest.

“Oh god is it too soon? I shouldn’t have asked I’m an idiot-” his tone is full of panic as he watches you turn around and take a step so you’re on the first step of your small staircase that leads to your door.

“I just don’t want you straining your neck honey that’s all.” Your reassuring soft tone interrupts his rambling and makes all his anxiousness wash away and he’s no longer panicking as he sees you’re now almost eye to eye with him. “But yes you may kiss me sugar plum.”

Your smile is enough to make his knees want to give out but he just takes a small step closer to you and places a hand on your face so it’s cupping your cheek and he smiles when he feels you lean into his touch. Before he can overthink it he leans down, not nearly as as much as he would have if you weren’t standing on the stairs, and presses his lips to yours in what he meant to be a sweet kiss. His eyes are closed and he feels like he’s floating when all of a sudden he feels your hands go to the back of his neck pulling him closer in an effort to deepen the kiss, so he just places his free hand on your hip giving it a squeeze.

“Sorry that wasn’t very ladylike of me.” Harry chuckles as you pull away with a smile on your face as you play with the hair at the back of his neck.

“You’re making being a gentleman very hard.” He teases as he places a kiss to your forehead before he drops his hand from your cheek.

“I’ll behave myself from now on.” He just playfully rolls his eyes as you slide your hands from the back of his neck to his chest. “See you tomorrow sugar plum.” Harry feels like his heart is actually going to explode as you reach up slightly and place a quick kiss to his lips before you turn around letting his hand drop from your hip so it falls to his side. He watches you walk up the steps and he gives you a smile and a wave when you turn to look at him after you unlock your door.

“She’s gonna be the death of me.” He mumbles to himself after you walk inside your apartment and close the door. He lets out a deep sigh of content and runs a hand over his face and he knows that even if he wanted to, which he doesn’t, there’s no getting rid of the smile on his face as he starts his walk home.

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

oml~~~ plz give us a part 2 to bad idea right

Hiiii! I hope you like it:)

Bad Idea Right? - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 2

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Part 1, Part 3

Summary: After hooking up with your brother's best friend, you can't wait to do it again.

A/N: I got a message from an anon saying that my smut needed to be more detailed and longer. I tried to do that with this, and I hope y'all like it!

The next day, you woke up to your brother and Ethan yelling. You decided to go check it out and saw the two boys on the living room floor, playing Mario Kart.

“You’re cheating!” your brother yelled, as Ethan knocked his character off the side of Rainbow Road.

“I am not!” Ethan yelled, as his character came in first place.

“You know I would’ve won if you didn’t pull that shit,” your brother said, before looking over to you. “Good morning! Sorry if we woke you up. Ethan’s a cheater.”

You let out a sleepy laugh in response as you sat on the couch behind them, watching them continue to play. After a while, you started to call Ethan out for not playing fair.

“Nothing is fair in Mario Kart,” he said, as you rolled your eyes.

“Give me the controller,” you said to your brother, who’d just come in 5th place because of Ethan.

He passed you the controller, and you played just as dirty as Ethan. After you were coming up to the end of the third lap and you saw his character in front of you, you sent a bomb to him, as you went past him and won first place.

“What the fuck?” Ethan said, as your brother looked over to you.

“She’s ruthless, dude,” he said, “Are you guys hungry?”

“Starving,” you and Ethan both said at the same time.

“Let’s go to the diner down the street,” your brother suggested.

As you sat in the booth across from your brother and Ethan, your friend that your brother had been talking to from the night before walked in with her family. When she saw you, she sat down on your side of the table.

Her family greeted you, before taking a seat at a table a few down from yours.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” she said to her family, sliding into the seat beside you.

“Hey,” you said, giving her a side hug.

She greeted everyone at the table, before your brother started a conversation with her.

“Hey, I’m leaving to go back to school tomorrow, but I was wondering if you’d like to go to dinner with me tonight?” he asked, flashing her a smile.

“Yeah, that sounds fun,” she smiled, a blush creeping up on her cheeks.

“Why do you have to go back tomorrow?” you groaned. You hated how short his visits were.

“You’ll get me for two whole weeks during spring break,” he said, before making small talk with your friend.

You and Ethan didn’t say much to each other, just exchanging occasional glances. It almost felt a little awkward, because you didn’t have the chance to talk the night before after everything happened. You knew you felt the connection there, but you didn’t know if he did, too.

As you got ready to leave, and your friend went back to her family, your brother was beaming.

“I just ask that the two of you don’t kill each other while I’m gone tonight,” he said, “It’ll only be a couple hours, but dad’s taking mom to a winery and won’t be back ‘til later. It’ll just be the two of you.”

“That gives me a couple hours to kick your ass at Mario Kart,” Ethan said, smirking at you.

“Yeah, like that’ll happen,” you said, playfully nudging him.

As the day flew by, your brother set the controller down for the game he was playing with Ethan.

“I need to get ready for my date,” he said, standing up from his spot on the floor.

“I want a rematch,” Ethan said to you as your brother walked upstairs.

You smiled as you took your brother’s place on the floor beside him. You both played a few rounds, him losing every time. You were in the middle of another round when you heard the squeaky knob for the shower turn on. Ethan set his controller on the floor.

“Are you finally giving up?” you asked, smirking at him.

“No,” he whispered as he leaned closer.

He laid you back on the floor with seconds, his lips attached to yours. It was escalating quickly, his tongue slipping past your lips as his hands started to roam your body. Once he started to massage one of your breasts over your shirt, you felt your pussy start to throb, and you knew you didn't have time to do anything else before your brother left.

“We need to stop,” you said against his lips.

At that moment, you heard the stairs creak as your brother make his way down. The two of you sat up, grabbing your controllers.

“You guys okay?” your brother asked, noticing the heavy breathing coming from both of you.

“Yeah, intense game,” you said, trying to play it off.

“Okay, well I’m leaving now,” he said, grabbing his keys off the coffee table.

“You look so handsome!” you said, taking in his appearance as your brother rolled his eyes.

“I wanted to look nice, it is a first date,” he said, making his way through the hallway and out the front door.

“Have fun!” you yelled after him.

Ethan’s lips were right back on yours as soon as the door closed. As he sat in his spot, you straddled his lap, your fingers lacing in his hair. You felt his hard cock pressing on your ass when you started to grind against him. His hands gripped your hips, moving you faster against him.

“Let’s go to my room,” you said, pulling away.

You held his hand as you led him up the stairs and into your room. His lips reconnected with yours, before gently pushing you back on the bed. He attacked your neck with kisses as he grinded his erection against you.

"Mmm, I need you," you got out, as he chuckled against your neck.

"Be patient, baby."

His hands went to the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and over your head. He reached back behind you to unhook your bra, before grabbing onto one of your breasts and taking his nipple in his mouth. Your back started to arch when he swirled his tongue.

“Fuck,” you gasped, as he moved to the other side.

“I’m so fucking hard right now,” he said against you, as his lips moved further down your body.

Whimpers slipped past your lips the closer he got to where you needed him most.

He slid your pants down your legs, before placing kisses all over your thighs. You moaned when he sucked on your flesh, gently grazing his teeth against your inner thighs. He reached up to rub you against your clothed pussy.

“Fuck that feels good,” you whispered.

His fingers kept moving, the material getting more soaked by the second.

He slid your panties to the side to rub slow circles on your clit. His eyes stayed on yours as he teased you, the sounds pouring out of your mouth was quickly becoming his new favorite. He slid one of his fingers inside of you, moving it back and forth. Your breath hitched in your throat when he added another and moved his fingers against that special spot inside of you. He watched his fingers slide in and out of you, your wetness coating him.

“Fuck,” he groaned as your walls started to tighten around him.

He leaned forward to wrap his mouth around your clit, the stimulation sending you over the edge.

“Oh shit,” you moaned out, your hips bucking against his hand.

Through your post-orgasm haze, your eyes connected with his as he put his fingers that were inside of you to his mouth.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he said, lust dripping off his words.

You whimpered at the sight as he grabbed the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs.

“Wait, can you grab a condom out of that top drawer first?” you asked, thinking about how unsafe you were the night before.

“Of course,” he said, walking to your bedside table and grabbing one.

When he came back over to you, his hands ran across your exposed skin, loving the gasps slipping past your lips. As badly as he wanted to fuck you, he was loving teasing you.

“So beautiful,” he said, placing kisses along your ribs.

“I need you to fuck me,” you moaned out.

“I told you I wanted to take my time with you,” he said, his finger brushing against your clit again.

“Please, Ethan?” you said, begging him for more.

“I need you on all fours, baby,” he said.

You did as he said, getting into the position. Your ass stuck up in the air as he grabbed the condom from his wallet and rolled it on.

He slowly slid inside of you, really taking advantage of all the free time he had with you. As he inched further in, you started to meet his slow thrusts, needing more.

“Fuck,” he whispered, starting to move faster. “I love your pussy.”

“You’re filling me up so good,” you whimpered.

As needy as you were, he still didn’t want to rush through this with you.  You were pleading with him to go faster, but your words were coming out as a mumbled mess.

“What do you need, baby?” he asked, slowing his hips a little.

“Please go faster,” you rushed out, resting your head down against the comforter.

He sped up a little, but he was still holding back.

“Baby, please!” you cried out.

He started to thrust into you at a fast pace. One hand was holding onto your hip while the other was roaming the flesh of your ass.

Your moans kept getting louder, letting him know you were starting to get close. Your hand reached up underneath of you, quickly rubbing your clit.

“Oh my god,” you moaned out.

That feeling inside of you was building up fast as your pussy dripped around Ethan.

“You’re taking me so well,” he groaned out, grabbing your hips to drill into you as fast as he could.

“Fuck…oh fuck…I’m gonna cum,” you cried out.

Your fingers kept circling your swollen clit as your orgasm hit. The intensity of it gave you goosebumps as your hips stuttered against his. Ethan started to chase his own orgasm, gripping your hips so hard you knew you’d have bruises.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned out, his movement slowing as he filled the condom.

He relaxed his grip on your hips, but stayed inside of you for a few minutes, loving the warm feeling of you around him.

When he did pull out, you whined, missing the feeling.

He disposed of the condom in the wastebasket in your room while you turned over to lay on your back.

“No one’s ever made me cum that hard,” you said, your breath steadying as Ethan laid beside you.

“I hope your hips are okay,” he said, with a laugh. “I didn’t mean to hurt you if I did.”

“No, that was perfect,” you said, leaning over to kiss his lips.

“Can we talk?” he said, and your heart started to race.

“Sure,” you said, as he laced his fingers with yours.

"I know that I piss you off, and I know that I’m going back to college tomorrow, but would you like to see where this goes?” he asked.

You sat up to look into his hopeful eyes.

“I’d love to.”

[kteezy997]

Daddy’s Boy- Part Seven//t.c.

Warning: some angst

It was an extremely filling breakfast at the local diner, and you had a great time with the two boys. A part of you felt giddy, like you were on a date that your son just happened to join. You felt like something was really blossoming between you and Timmy again.

Timmy had forbidden you to pay the breakfast bill, and Theo was playing the claw machine piled high with stuffed animals nearby. You had an idea that had been brewing during the meal.

“So I was just thinking: maybe tonight Theo and I could stay at your place? Or maybe just him, if you want to spend time with him one on one.” you hoped he would say “Oh no, I would love for you to come, too.”

Timmy's eyes widened, and he didn’t immediately agree.

Your heart dropped and you were instantly embarrassed.

“Oh, well I would love to have you both, but I have plans tonight, actually.” he slid his hand into his pocket, retrieving his wallet to pay.

You nodded, feeling almost sick to your stomach, “I see. What plans do you have?” you shook your head, knowing you had overstepped, and maybe assumed too much. “No, it’s none of my business.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s just…I’m meeting someone for dinner. A coworker. She, um, asked me to dinner. It’s not that big of a deal.” Timmy tried to brush the whole thing off in front of you.

“She? It’s a date? That’s nice, Timmy.” you weren’t being condescending, but you were masking your true feelings.

He looked at you, shook his head, his curls going wild just for a second, “Not really a date. It’s just dinner.”

“I bet she likes you. Everyone likes you.” And I have fumbled you.

“I hate that stupid game!” Theo grumbled as he came back over to the table.

You cleared your throat, looking at your son, “Hey, we don’t say those words, and you know that.”

“Sorry, Mom. It’s just that I never win anything.” the boy frowned, picking up his little cup of chocolate milk and taking a swig.

“It’s okay, bud, you have plenty of toys at home. And I’ll tell you something that’ll make you feel better.” Timmy said, leaning across the table.

Theo perked up, his eyes glued to his father, “What, what is it?”

“You are gonna come spend the night with me tomorrow night.” he grinned.

“Yeah!" Theo cheered, throwing his arms up in the air like he had won a prize from the claw machine after all, "Sleepover at Daddy’s! Can I bring my Hot Wheels?”

"You can bring whatever you want." Timmy said.

You gave him a look from across the table.

"Within reason." he added.

.............

You were a bit of an emotional wreck for the rest of the day. Timmy went home and you talked Theo into spending the night at your parents' house. You needed a break. You needed time to think.

You needed to talk to someone about your situation with Timmy. You had begun to think that you had let him slip through your fingers, and now you were worried that you would only be Theo's mom in Timmy’s eyes and not a potential partner.

You asked your best friend Lucie to come over and she came through with pizza and her listening, compassionate ears. You had told her everything. She had always liked Timmy; she thought that you were a great match together, and she adored Theo.

"I don't know, Luce, what if he goes out with this other woman and they start dating? My life would be ruined having to see him with someone else.” you put your hand to your head, “And it would be another thing that Theo would have to get used to. Things were going so good. I should have just told him that I wanted to be with him."

"Y/n, you have trauma, not necessarily from Timmy, but from the breakup and not having Theo's father around. Of course, you were skeptical about putting yourself back out there, and you were right to not rush something that you weren't sure about. Especially since you also have Theo’s well-being to consider.”

You sighed, knowing that she was right. "But if it was the right thing, why do I feel like this? It's too late to do anything now."

Lucie frowned, "Who says it's too late? You could leave right now, and stop him from going on that date."

You laughed, "Right now? That's crazy! He could be gone already.

"Let's go, let's go right now!" she said, "We can try to catch him." Lucie grabbed your hand, pulling you, and rushing out of your home. "You are going to tell that man that you love him, and you want to raise Theo together and make more babies." she said, matter-of-factly.

"This is insane!" you yelled, getting into your best friend's car and she sped off into the night. You could feel the adrenaline and exhilaration that the moment was bringing.

…….

You knocked the door of Timmy's apartment, not even certain if he was home. All you had was hope. After a moment, your stomach went sour as there was no answer. You decided to give up, as he was probably out on his date.

You swallowed your pride and realized that it was time to come to terms with your relationship, or lack thereof, with Timmy. This night could be detrimental to your life going forward. He could have a new girlfriend, and everything between you and him would wash away with the changing tide. You decided to walk away.

You were walking away from the door, when suddenly, you heard the turning of a the door knob.

"Y/n?"

You turned around quickly, seeing Timmy standing in the doorway that you had just left. "Timmy." you said, going back over to him, feeling a little dazed because you couldn't believe he was actually there. It wasn't too late!

"Are you okay? Is Theo okay, wh-where is he?" the concern in his eyes made you feel terrible guilt. You had caused him to needlessly worry.

"Oh we're fine! Everything is fine! He's with my parents for the night." you assured him. "I just had to come and see you."

"Y/n, what's going on?" his face softened as he looked at you.

"Timothee, I don't, I don't want you to go on this date tonight, I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner. And maybe I have no right to say that to you, but-"

"I won't go if you don't want me to." he shook his head, gazing down at you, so tenderly.

You couldn't help but smile a little at what he had said, and for the first time, you felt like your feelings and assumptions were validated. "I love you, Timmy. I've always loved you. I love the man you are and the father you are becoming to our son. I think we... should be together." you felt your throat tighten up with the nerves you were feeling.

He grinned, saying, "I hate that we were ever apart." He took your hand, pulling you close to him.

In an instant, you felt warm and tingly in the best way. You were mush when you were this close to him. You felt at home.

"Come here." He put his forehead to yours, wrapping his arms around you and shutting the door behind you. "I love you too." he kissed your lips softly, then parting to add, "And I love our boy more than anything."

You threw your arms around him as well, and you pressed your lips to his. Your heart and your body were on fire. After a moment, you were making out shamelessly.

Timmy picked you up and took you over to the couch.

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[kthecritter]

closing my requests for the rest of tonight and the entirety of tomorrow. gonna have to wake up early tomorrow to go on a roadtrip to victoria to get my autism assessment, and that’ll basically take all day (commute time + assessment time + time eating lunch and dinner). so sorry if you wanted to request something; I’ll have them open Wednesday morning!

[beaker1636]

K is for Kitchen Table - Vinny

AN: Here is the next part of The Alphabet Game, hope everyone enjoys, it had me giggling as I wrote it! My husband and I are debating if they lost or not, my husband said they didn't lose as it isn't until the next morning they got caught but I said they did. Let me know below if you think Vin and Lottie succeeded or failed at their letter!

Edit: I promise this is the right story this time, that I didn't accidentally copy and paste the Chris Fluff in it again!

“Lottie finally messaged in the group chat with us girls, said things are better and that they are visiting Vinny's family.  She said she is ready for their letter as well if you have an idea of what we should send them,” Mia tells Chris, pulling him into a hug from behind as she looks at him with a smile.

“I’m glad things are looking better for her, I hope the break really helped.  Think we should give them something crazy, or something fairly easy?” Chris asks her, thinking out loud.

“Could do kitchen table, nothing that crazy.  If they can’t during the day then they could sneak down there in the middle of the night or something,” Mia suggests, smiling when Chris turns and wraps his arms around her.

“I like the way you think, that is better than any ideas I had… sucks they weren’t here last night with everyone else but I get why,” Chris says softly. Sometimes as the leader of the group he feels like he is responsible for their problems, and knowing Lottie and Vinny are struggling with something has been weighing on him.

“At least things are getting better for them, I’ll let her know what their letter is.  Lottie also agreed that they’ll come visit us tomorrow once they get back so we can check on them.  All is well Chris, promise.” Mia gives him a soft kiss before pulling away from him.

When she starts to wander away Chris laughs, watching her as she limps slightly in the process. “Was trying to pull one over on me and taking charge worth it?” He calls.

She just flips him off and heads towards the bathroom, where she was about to take a hot bath to soothe her aching muscles before she got distracted and had to tell Chris she finally heard from their friend.

“So Vin, Mia told me that our task is Kitchen Table? That might be a bit hard considering where we are,” you say softly, curled up into his side while the two of you watch his mother cooking dinner. Making sure that she can’t hear what you said.

“That’ll be easy, so long as we are quiet we will just do it tonight when everyone is in bed.  They all sleep upstairs so it shouldn’t be that hard,” he responds, his hand resting on your thigh.  

This break away has really been good for you mentally, with everything going on you just needed to get away from work, from social media, from everything and his family is always so welcoming when you visit.  You have met them a couple times but this is the first time the two of you have made a trip out of it and you are loving it.  Feeling even closer to his wonderful mother than you were before, almost feeling like you actually have a family.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help mom?” you ask her, feeling slightly awkward calling her mom still but she insisted that is what you should call her. “I feel bad just sitting here while you cook.”

“Nonsense dear, you are our guest. Plus it is your last night with us, let me take care of it okay?” She says, giving you a warm smile where you sit.

She adores you and Vinny together, she can tell that you really are in love with her son, that you treat him well.  She can also tell that Vinny is absolutely infatuated with you, she notices the way he is always watching you, making sure that you are enjoying yourself.  The two of you are absolutely adorable and she is glad that he has found you.

You listen to Vinny and his father talk about something, you aren’t even sure what, but take comfort in listening to the two of them.  You are enjoying that they all get along so well, his brother and sister also present and in the dining room present and welcoming you warmly.  They all have made you feel right at home. 

“Dinner is ready,” his mom says, setting the last dish on the table before everyone starts to dig in.  His family all tell you funny memories they have with Vinny, some that have him blushing while you can’t help but look at him with a smile.  Squeezing his hand under the table as a silent thank you for bringing you to spend the last few days with his parents.

You and Vin volunteer to take care of the dishes in thanks for the lovely meal, refusing to take no for an answer when his mother insists that you are a guest and shouldn’t have to.

Before you know it the kitchen is clean, his siblings have gone home to their houses, and his parents are in bed for the night.  The two of you in his childhood bedroom, curled up with each other in the small bed giggling as he tickles your sides.

“I think this is the happiest I have seen you in awhile,” Vinny says softly, his breath ghosting over your face as he lets go of his teasing grip on your sides.  His eyes meet yours with a smile, hoping you can tell how sincere he is at the moment.

“It is, thank you for bringing me here.  Your parents have made me feel right at home, like part of the family.  I have really enjoyed this Vin,” you respond softly, leaning forward to give him a soft kiss. “I really needed this break away from everything, for loving me and helping me through the funk I have been in.”

“Of course, I am here for you both during the good and the bad baby, I love you,” he acts like he is going to leave a kiss on your cheek but then licks it, making you laugh all over again.

“God, you're so weird, but I love it.  I love you,” you say softly.  Your lips now actually meeting each other this time as you both continue to lay on your sides close to each other in this tiny bed.

 “I haven’t heard anything in awhile, I think mom and dad are actually sleeping.  Are you okay with still doing this?” He asks you, slowly pulling away from the kiss so he can look at your face.

“Yeah, how are we doing this though?” You ask him, a slight blush gracing your cheeks as you can’t believe that you actually are agreeing to do this.

“Well, I figure we do a lot of the work up here and then sneak down for the actual sex on the table.” He says, brushing a piece of hair out of your face.  Admiring how beautiful you look when you are actually happy like this, you may not have your hair done or makeup on but you look stunning like this.

His lips find yours again, slowly molding with your own as he takes his time.  Not wanting to rush this as it’s the first time you two have done anything since your breakdown the other night.  He wants you to not feel rushed, like he is actually enjoying doing this with you, which he is.

He moves slightly, pulling you on top of him and is happy to find that for once you don’t protest the fact that he is under you.  Instead you lightly grind your hips against his, both of you gasping at the friction from the act.  Taking advantage of that his tongue finds yours, slowly molding with your own as the two of you continue what you are doing.  Both of you taking your time as you rub against each other, as your hands begin to explore each other like you are doing this for the first time again.

His hand moves from your hips, sliding underneath the tanktop you have on against your bare skin before settling on your breasts.  Happy when he remembers that you had already taken your bra off for bed tonight.  He gently cups them, squeezing and molding them in his hands as your lips continue to move against his.  Your movements against his hips telling him that he is doing something right, that you are enjoying this.

His fingers now lightly tease your nipples, making them harden beneath his touch before he slides the bottom of your tank top up enough that he can remove his lips from yours and wrap them around one of your now hard nipples.  You gasp, not expecting the sudden shift that he made but enjoying it, finding yourself grinding your hips against his at a harsher pace.  

“Shit,” you gasp, feeling yourself getting close from just rubbing yourself against him while he continues to toy with your nipples.  Even you are surprised at how well this feels when you can let go of your thoughts and focus on the moment.

“Want to try something new Lottie? Sit up for a moment for me,” Vinny says softly, helping you both sit up, you on his lap.  “Grind yourself on my thigh baby, you were enjoying the friction before.  Let me watch you fall apart on me.”

Before you can protest his lips are on yours as he shifts you so that your thighs are draped over one of his, his kiss distracting you as he moves slightly, pulling you down on his thigh so that you feel that pressure again. His hands settle on your hips as he makes you shift against him, sending a wave of pleasure through you.

“That’s it, keep going baby,” he says, brushing hair out of your face before you move, burying your face in his neck as your hips continue to rock, bringing you friction that you need to climax.  Getting close you let out a whimper, trying to keep yourself quiet so his parents won’t wake up and hear what the two of you are doing.

“Cum for me Lottie,” he says softly, somehow the command does it for you and you come undone on his leg, shuddering as the orgasm washes over you.  You lightly biting the skin of his neck to keep yourself from moaning out into the night, trying your hardest to be quiet.

“Fuck, that was hot.  What do you think, are you ready to head downstairs?” He asks you, your only response being to whimper a yes in his neck, still coming back into your senses after you come down from your high.

Both of you quietly make your way down the stairs, making sure to try and keep all noise to yourselves in hopes of not waking his parents.  The thrill coursing through your veins, you didn’t expect to be so aroused at the thought of possibly getting caught, it doing more to you than you cared to admit.

As soon as you step foot into the dining room Vinny helps you settle yourself on the table, quickly stripping you of your panties and shorts before stripping himself of his own.  Stepping between your thighs as he teases you, rubbing himself against your damp folds. 

“Remember, we have to stay quiet Lot, think you can do that for me?” he whispers, right before he sinks himself inside of you.  Both of you biting your lip to hold back groans that threaten to escape you.

Your back slides against the cool wood as he starts pounding into you, figuring the sooner the two of you get off the sooner you can rush back up and not get caught. But also finding that he is enjoying the thrill that is running through his veins, he can’t remember the last time he took this risk in his parents home.  Even in his teens he never dared to try anything outside of his room.

The two of you do your best to keep quiet as you both draw closer and closer to your releases. Vinny reaches down to roll your clit between his fingers, groaning when he feels you grow wetter at the action, feeling you clench around him as you draw close.  You can’t help the couple of whimpers that slip out of your lips, it's just starting to feel too good, and you are so close.  

Vinny can tell what is coming and he rushes to cover your mouth with his hand when your second orgasm of the night hits you, which wound up being a good thing as you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips as you come undone around him, clenching around his length in a way that has him finishing behind you, leaning forward to pull your lips into a kiss.

The two of you take a few moments to collect yourselves before rushing to slip your clothing back on and making your way upstairs to his bedroom after cleaning up the table, covering up any evidence of what you had done before cleaning yourself up in the bathroom upstairs.  

Both of you now spent, and cuddling up laughing about the fact that you actually did that and somehow was not caught.  Neither one of you realizes before falling asleep that you have forgotten something.

Next Morning

Vinny wakes up before you the next morning and decides to let you sleep in, slipping down to the kitchen to get some coffee from the pot that he knows his mom always makes in the morning.  She has always been the first one to wake and always makes it, some things never change.

He gets his cup and sits down at the table, glancing up to notice his mother smirking at him from the other side of the table.

“Did you two have fun last night?” She asks him, laughing when he damn near spits out his coffee and starts to blush. 

“Mom, what? How?” He sputters, struggling to ask her how she knew.  He made sure that he cleaned the table damn well and that the two of you were quiet, how the hell did she catch you.

“Oh, you may have forgotten her panties down here.  Don’t worry, nobody else has woken up yet so your secret is safe with me,” she says cooly, taking another sip of her coffee before pointing at where they are balled up on the floor.

“Oh god,” Vinny groans, pocketing them before anyone else wakes up and notices.  Hell he doesn’t even intend to tell you that until after the two of you have left their house later this afternoon because he knows you, you will panic and not want to show your face at his parents again.

[ugh-yoongi]

okay friends, i am logging off for the holidays 🫡

i have friends coming in tonight from ireland, then i’m hosting xmas eve friend dinner tomorrow for the first time!!

might pop in to show off the coconut cake I’m making for my dad but that’ll probably be it. if you celebrate, i hope you have a safe, happy, and wonderful holiday!

if you don’t, i hope you’re safe happy and joyous anyway 🫶🏻

[brian-in-finance]

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How Lauren Lyle Got Ready for the 2024 BAFTAs

Behind the scenes with the Outlander veteran as she prepares for British film's biggest night.

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"You can take this really seriously," says Lauren Lyle, "but the BAFTAs are meant to be a good time." That's just what the actress—a star of Outlander who's about to begin filming the second season of the series Karen Pirie; season one is streaming now—was aiming to do. She attended the awards as a guest of BritBox, which exclusively broadcast the show in the U.S., and took the opportunity to go all out in a dress by 16Arlington, accessories by Jimmy Choo, and jewelry by Messika. "I want to feel like myself," Lyle told T&C as she was headed to the ceremony, "just an elevated version."

Here, Lyle let Town & Country tag along as she prepared.

Jamie Salmons, Courtesy of BritBox

"When you first get the invitation, the question is what to wear. I immediately went to my stylist, Holly White, to get a brief. This time, we wanted to go minimal and modern. I wore 16Arlington, which is a very cool and sleek brand. I wanted to look good and make a statement, but also wanted to be comfortable. You want to turn heads without being obnoxious about it."

Jamie Salmons, Courtesy of BritBox

"Because the dress is slick and dramatic, I wanted to keep my hair up to allow the dress to have its moment, and my hair stylist, Fabio Petri, and I were leaning into something a bit 1990s, which feels right at the moment. We modernized it a bit, but that’s where the inspiration came from."

Jamie Salmons, Courtesy of BritBox

"My makeup, done by Mata Marielle, was similarly inspired; it was clean and fresh but with a nod to the '90s in the brown lip, which is done sort of how Claudia Schiffer used to do it. It’s a long day—carpet, ceremony, dinner, after parties—so you need makeup that won’t end up melting off of your face."

Jamie Salmons, Courtesy of BritBox

"There are times when you have like four days before an event, but this time wasn’t. We had about a month to plan and pull something together. The mad dash was today, because we started so early. You go through the process of picking outfits and from there you get ideas about the hair and makeup that’ll go with it. Everyone involved has their own ideas about what they want to bring to life."

Jamie Salmons, Courtesy of BritBox

"Last night was the nominees party, which was a really glamorous night at the National Gallery, and then a bit of an after party, where I was trying to find Margot Robbie. This morning, I woke up at 8 am to be at my hotel by 10 to start glam for a new day. I got to the hotel, I had a coffee and we started right away. Then we had lunch—a club sandwich and some fries—and it was time to get dressed."

Jamie Salmons, Courtesy of BritBox

"As far as accessories go, I have Jimmy Choo shoes and a bag, and Messika jewelry. I am dripping in diamonds, from my ears to my fingers. It feels fantastic."

Jamie Salmons, Courtesy of BritBox

"To keep going for a long night, I drink lots of water, I’ll have snacks, but mostly I’ll drink lots of Champagne. I have nothing but a massage tomorrow, so I can really go all out tonight. I have work to do later this week, but tonight I want to enjoy it and have fun."

"When it comes to events like the BAFTAs, more than anything you're hoping to have fun!"

Town & Country

Remember… you can take this really seriously, but the BAFTAs are meant to be a good time. — Lauren Lyle

[desperate2lose]

August 14th, 2023

11 am: 243.2 🎉 i wish i had lost more but yk it’s alright. i start the kiki diet today!! so 1k cals today and at least 7k steps :) that’ll be a breeze!

i think what i’ll do is have breakfast and lunch and skip dinner 💪🏻

6 pm: diet is going well :) had toast, cereal, grapes, and cucumber for breakfast for only 508 cals. i also had a chipotle bowl for lunch/dinner and it was 550 so i technically went over my 1k limit but it’s fine because i’ll burn more than enough off at work tonight.

i love getting skinny 😼

12 am: i did so well today 🥰 stayed on track!! ate 1058 cals (goal was 1000) and burned 1193!!!

tomorrow is my week 3 weigh in and i’m so excited!!!!! 💕💕💕💕

goodnight <3

[irishgolfadventure]

Old Head

Today was another day to remember. The Old Head Golf Links did not disappoint! It seems that we forget just how beautiful this piece of land is where someone saw it as a perfect place for a golf course long ago. I will once again let the pictures do the talking.

We were blessed with a beautiful weather day, were paired with equally talented playing partners and assigned experienced caddie’s that kept us from losing our way around the course. There are many holes where the walks to the next tee once you finish a hole can be quite long and the paths winding in many directions...kind of like the roads in Ireland! 

No complaints though, even if you weren’t a golfer you would pay to walk your way around this tiny peninsula that is accented by a black and white lighthouse located at it’s furthest peak into the ocean. The Lusitania was sunk by German U boats on May 7th 1915 just off the shore of Old Head. 

As far as the golf went today....well let’s just say it was a tale of two nines. Carded a 93 today. Struggling on the front nine with only one par and a raft of double bogey’s for a smooth 49 and then was four over on the back going into the 17th and managed a triple bogey on a par five when I was on the green in four!! Now to be fair my first putt was a 100+ foot triple breaker but still a four putt!! That’ll ruin your day:-) So finished the back with a 44 - 3 pars, 5 bogey’s and a triple!

After the round it was dinner at the Old Head Clubhouse and a twenty minute drive back to Tne Perryville House. We’ll be staying there tonight before traveling the last leg of our trip to Portmarnock Hotel and Links tomorrow. I scheduled us to stay there for the last five nights of our trip and the longest number of days we have stayed anywhere. I had thought by this time in the trip we would be tired of lugging our suitcases in and out of nine different hotels. I kid the bellmen that we look like a traveling circus with all the luggage we show up with. They like it though, makes for better tips!

Blessings to you all from Kinsale! Will report back tomorrow! gb

[dirtbag-linecook-kyloren]

one more scene and then I can compile act one for my first round edits

I really think I’m gonna finish it tonight but I don’t think it’ll be 10k which will speed up edits thankfully

I haven’t posted a tidbit in a minute so here’s something I wrote today (or yesterday my work on act one has blended together)

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The smoothest close of every month is on the last Sunday of the month. Every single person from the back of the house will be on shift, running the line or cleaning something, and the second the last table is cashed out, like maggots they descend upon the line to clean it. After, a few will stay behind, iPads in hand as they weigh every single piece of food in the restaurant. Rey will be up front with Poe, counting the liquor and taking note of how many cases of to-go containers and bar napkins they have. One poor server will be tasked with counting the tea bags and coffee grounds in the alley, but they person gets clocked in at kitchen wage for the hour they spend counting. As he normally does, Hux volunteers. All his classes are jammed into Tuesday and Thursday, so he’s free to stay late on Sunday, knowing that the earliest he’d have to wake up is 10 AM the next morning. This time, he’s lucky to work just dinner, tomorrow, and the luxury to sleep in still hasn’t quite sunk in, yet. He has an essay to finish by the end of the week, and he’s a few pages behind where he wants to be, so that’ll take up most of his morning. Halfway through counting the bags of Earl Grey, his totals written down on a slip of receipt paper, someone shouts from the back of the restaurant, and the back door slams. Hux knows what happened in the abstract, but as always, he’s curious what caused Solo to snap this time. He’s better than a common gossip, though, so he keeps going, finishes with the Earl Grey and moves on to the green tea. And then, when he looks up, Han Solo is standing there, turning the key in the soda machine and getting himself a Sprite, almost too casual. “Everything going all right back there?” he asks, going for rote information about the state of the count, and not any juicy details. Despite his curiosity, he cares little about personal issues in the back of house, so long as Phasma is fine. “I know you have more to count than tea bags.” “Ben’s just getting used to it, is all. He’s been in restaurants all his life, but he’s never had much responsibility at them. It’s a big change. He’ll calm down.” “Has your son ever been calm?” Hux asks, half his mind on the conversation and the other half on how many bags of peach green tea are shoved into a each caddy. It takes a second for his brain to catch up with what his mouth said, and when Hux has processed that he all but called the boss’s kid a prick, his head snaps up. “I just- I mean-“ He’s going to be fired, Hux is certain. Five years building a reputation here, regulars who come back just for him and friends who’ll cover his back on a rough shift, all out the window because he was a tired and a little too loose with his lips. Instead, Han laughs. Do bosses laugh, before they fire people? Hux has never been fired, so he wouldn’t know. “He did,” Han replies. “He was actually a real quiet kid, though I know it’s hard to imagine it, now. Shy, even. Believe it or not, I’m just glad he’s learned to stand up for himself. He’s over corrected, sure, but give it a year, I think he’ll have leveled out.” How unfortunate, Hux thinks, that he will have graduated before Solo reaches his stride, as it were. As nice as his time at the Millennium Falcon has been, Hux is excited to leave waiting tables behind and put his degree to work. A few firms in the area have seemed interested in hiring him, after he has his diploma, and soon after he walks the stage, Hux will put in his two weeks, say goodbye to his coworkers, and make empty promises to see most of them. Mitaka and Phasma, he will no doubt see. Everyone else? Hux doubts he’ll notice their absence in his life, save Solo, who’s loss Hux will savor.

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#5

Family Dinner

Summary: It’s Sunday night which means time for family dinner for Maverick, Iceman, Reader and the dagger squadron

Relationship: IceMav x daughter!Reader, Bradley Bradshaw x sister!reader

Warnings: none

word count: 2097

A/N: This is my attempt at a sequel to On the Outside Looking In, you don’t have to read it to know what is going on but it would help, not beta read

“I’m sorry, what’d you say?” Y/N pulled one of ear buds out. She had been sitting at the kitchen table, working on her homework while her dads made dinner. The dagger squadron was coming over for Sunday dinner, and her dad’s were cooking. Y/N has been working on getting to know the squadron and expressing her feelings instead of keeping in. She was also trying to get to know all the new siblings she had. So far, Y/n was closest to Fritz, which made Bradley a little jealous as he was used to being Y/N’s favorite.

“I said, can you help set the table, everyone’s gonna be arriving soon,” Maverick repeated himself, as he pulled a dish out of the oven.

“Oh yeah, sure. Do you mind if i put my things in your office,Pops? I’ll get them after dinner.”

“Sure pumpkin. Just no snooping through the papers on the desk,” ice told his daughter.

“I know. Jeez its like I havent been living with the two of you for the past 20 years,” Y/n teased as she put her things in the office. “So whats for dinner tonight?”

“Jeez, its like you should know, you’ve been sitting at the kitchen table while we’ve been making it,” Maverick responded.

Y/N grabbed the plates from her pop’s hands and moved toward the table she had just been occupying. “Hahaha your so funny. Should’ve been a comedian instead of a pilot.”

“Y’know, maybe I will do that once I retire.”

“Seriously Dad? You retiring? That’ll happen the day pigs fly and hell freezes over.”

Ice chuckled at his family. He was happy that Maverick had been, albeit not willingly, promoted to rear admiral, had accepted that position as squadron commander of the Dagger Squadron and would be around more permanently. Bradley was also back home now. He could tell the Y/N was happy about the promotion, and Bradley being home, as well. Granted, neither of them had realized that with the promotion and new squadron, Maverick would be taking in 11 stray Naval aviators. There had been a few hiccups at the start, with Y/N feeling left out of the family, but they had pushed through that.

“Back to your earlier question pumpkin,” Ice interrupted his husband and daughter’s conversations, “we’re having lasagna, salad, garlic bread and the cake that you made. Can you move the bread basket and salad bowl over to the table please?”

“That just sounds like carb overload at this point. Are you trying to put them into a food coma so that they can’t fly tomorrow? Is this your secret plan to have one day off?” Y/N asks. The doorbell rings and she moves to go answer it.

“Maybe but don’t tell any of them!” Maverick called after her. “And tell them that they can just walk into the house! They don’t have to knock every single time!”

“I will!” Y/N calls back. “Hey guys, come on in!” 

Y/N moves out of the way and allows Harvard, Yale, and Fritz to enter the home. 

“By the way, Dad wants me to remind yall that you don’t have to knock or ring the doorbell, you can just walk right in. Where’s everyone else?”

“They should be right behind us. We all left at the same time,” Fritz tells her. She gives him a quick hug and lets all of them into the house. “So how have all of you been?”

“Just trying to survive training with Maverick. I mean how is he so good at his age?” Yale responds. They all walk into the kitchen to help finish setting up the diner table. Everyone greets each other.

“Dad fought for a long time to keep his wings. It’s why he’s only just now a rear admiral, kept turning them down to keep flying,” she puts one of the salad bowls on the table, “I’ve been in the backseat, while he flew and I don't think I’ve ever been more scared. He is fearless and I can’t imagine training with him.”

“Oh, did he also get you up in an f-18? I heard he did with penny too,” says Harvard. The front door opens and closes.

“I would’ve ground his ass faster than he could say F-18,” Iceman says. 

“Who's getting grounded?” a voice asks. Everyone turns and there stands Hangman, bob, Phoenix and Coyote. They all greet everyone. 

“Me, if I took Y/N up in an F-18. I never did but I have thought about it,” Maverick tells the group. “Where’s everyone else?”

“They were pulling up as we were walking in, so should be in any-” Phoenix starts but is interrupted by the front door opening and closing.

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#4

On the Outside looking in (p.2)

Summary: It’s been 17 years since Bradley left but he’s back now and he’s brought the newly formed dagger squadron with him. But Y/n is starting to feel left out

Relationship: IceMav x Daughter!Reader, Bradley Bradshaw xx sister!reader

Warnings: a lot of angst

word count: 2,474

A/N: Here it is the final part. I tried to make this as angsty as possible

Tag: @luckyladycreator2 @daughterofthereaper02 @shakespear-picaso-lovechild

Part 1

To Iceman and Maverick, 17 years passed by in a blur. They watched their little girl grow up right before their eyes into a strong, confident young lady. Y/N was 21 now and was working her way through college. She continued to live at home with her fathers, while attending a community college.  They watched her go through kindergarten to middle school to high school, through friends, phases and boyfriends. In turn Y/N watched her papa rise through the ranks. All the way up to Commander of the Pacific fleet, while her Dad stayed a captain. She was by their side when DADT got overturned, thanks to her fathers, and was standing right next to them when they got married. She was there when her papa got throat cancer. She remembers doing her homework, while he went through chemotherapy. She was always proud of them and happy to be able to call them her fathers. But all three of them always felt like something, or rather, someone was missing. 

 Iceman kept tabs on Bradley. He always knew where he was and how he was progressing through his Navy career. Iceman updated Maverick about Bradley all the time, and informed him that Bradley was still able to follow his dreams of becoming a Naval Aviator, even though Maverick had pulled Bradley’s application to the Naval Academy with Iceman’s help. 

However, Iceman was a known puppet master, and had concocted a plan to get Bradley and Maverick back in the same place and to get them talking. He only hoped that the actual mission and the side mission would both be a success.

The uranium plant mission had been a success. Everyone had returned home safely and alive. Of course there were a few hiccups along the way but everything had worked out in the end. Iceman’s side mission of getting Bradley and Maverick to reunite and talk also worked. 

Bradley was now home, permanently. With Iceman setting up the Dagger Squad as a permanent squadron, Iceman and Maverick found that they now had 13 children. They went from one to thirteen in a short amount of time. However, there was trouble brewing.

Y/N didn’t know if her fathers actively knew what they were doing or not. With Bradley returning, and all these new aviators that her fathers decided to adopt, Y/N felt like she was being pushed aside. She felt like she was being replaced. 

It had started off small. Some nights, some of the aviators might join them for dinner, or family dinners were cut short by Maverick running off saying that someone needed him for something. Then it soon became plans that Y/N had set with her fathers were getting canceled so they could go hang with the Dagger Squadron. Y/N could slowly feel herself being pushed out of the family. She was happy for her fathers. They finally had Bradley back and more kids that they could relate to but it hurt.

Anytime she was asked how she felt, Y/N would put on a brave face, give the person that asked a smile, and tell them that she was fine. If her fathers were happy, she was happy, even if it hurt her. 

But Bradley could tell that something was wrong. He always knew. Even if he hadn’t seen or talked to Y/N in years, he knew her too well sometimes. The smile would never quite fully reach her eyes, when everyone was over. She would always look just slightly annoyed with everyone. He tried talking to her about it. Multiple times. The first time was when they had a giant discussion about everything that had occured over the 17 years that Bradley had missed. Even though Y/N had sent him letters, he had thrown them out, still too angry to even read them. He regrets that decision. 

Y/N continued keeping her feelings to herself. 

“If my fathers are happy then I am happy.” She repeated over and over to herself. It became her little mantra. It wasn’t healthy for her but she didn’t care. 

“Why don’t you try sitting down with us and having an actual conversation to get to know everyone?” Bradley had asked Y/N one night, when all 12 aviators were over. When Y/N saw that , she ran straight to her room, too tired to deal with the boundless energy they all had, even though they were all older than her. 

“I’ve tried that Bradley. But all you guys talk about is flying,” Y/n responded. 

“No we don't. We talk about other stuff.”

“Fine. All you talk about is flying and then inside jokes. Which I don’t understand. It’s hard to be involved in a conversation when you don’t actually know what's going on. I mean, why sit there and not understand a single thing that’s being said, when I can easily just sit in my room and do my own thing. Besides, it's not like anybody notices if I’m there or not.”

“What do you mean by that, squirt?” Squirt. The nickname that Bradley had given Y/N before he left. It had been a long time since anyone had called her that.

“It doesn't matter.” Y/N sighed. “Just go back downstairs. They're probably wondering where you're at.”

Bradley started heading towards the door to leave. “They’re wondering where your at too, y’know?” He walked out of Y/N’s bedroom and went to join the others.

“No, they aren’t,” Y/N whispered to herself. She went back to doing her homework.

Y/N kept her mouth shut about her feelings, and continued telling everyone that she was fine and happy with all the new siblings. 

Soon, Y/N couldn't keep her feelings locked away anymore and she would let them all out.

It all happened one evening. Y/N had been gone since 7 am, rushing to her classes for the day and then off to the diner she was a waitress at. It wa nearing 10 pm and Y/N just wanted to go straight to her room and stariaght to bed. She was exhausted. 

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229 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

#3

Peace and Quiet

Summary: Your exhausted but you also want to spend some time with your boys

Relationship: Bob x Rooster x Hangman x gn!reader

Warnings: none, this is just a lot of fluff

Word Count: 598

A/N: I havent written a fic since like 2018/2019 so please be nice to me. This is heavily insired by @daughterofthereaper02 and her work. I don’t own these characters and please don’t steal my work

You didn’t know who or what to blame for your exhaustion. You could blame the full moon that was happening tonight. You could blame the fact that all the students in your classes today were rambunctious and couldn’t sit still. You could blame the fact that you were up late unpacking box after box, trying to get moved into your new home with your boyfriends. You tried to find a reason for your exhaustion but there were just too many to count. Even though you could feel the exhaustion sitting in your bones, you still joined your boyfriends out for a night at The Hard Deck. Having not seen them, in what felt like weeks due to busy schedules, you’d take any chance to see them.

“You doin’ alright, sugar?” Jake asked you. The two of you had been playing pool against each other but you were struggling. Jake had noticed pretty quickly. So had Bradley and so had Bob. The three of them always seemed to notice when something was wrong. 

“Yeah,” you give him a soft smile, “but I think I’m gonna get another drink. Can you step in for me Bradley, please?” 

“Of course, darling,” he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, and you passed the pool cue off to him. You stopped by Bob, sitting on a bar stool watching the pool table and having a conversation with Phoenix, and asked if he or Phoenix needed anything. You got their drink orders, and a refill of peanuts for Bob, before making your way over to the bar. 

Returning to the pool area you pass off the drinks to everyone, before slotting yourself between Bob’s legs, his arms wrapped around your waist, as he continues his conversation with Phoenix. Your back presses against his chest, as you feel yourself relax into his embrace. 

“You alright there, sweetheart?” he mumbles quietly in your ear. 

“Yeah. Just tired that’s all,” you respond before stealing some peanuts out of the cup in front of you. He nods his head in response and gives you a quick kiss on the side of your head before returning to the conversation. You closed your eyes, laid your head back on his shoulder, let out a deep sigh and relaxed even more into Bob’s arms. 

Bradley nudged Jake’s ribs, stopping him from lining up the shot he was just about to take.

“What-” Jake started saying before Bradley cut him off and pointed towards Bob and you. Both you and Bob were enjoying the quietness of each other’s company. The two men smiled at the two of you fondly. They wished they could freeze the moment and stay there forever. It was as close to perfect as they could get right now.  

Bradley and Jake were finishing up round two of their pool game, when Bob got their attention. He jerked his head towards the door, a subtle hint, asking if they were ready to go. You were practically falling asleep in Bob’s arms and the boys all agreed it was time to go home. 

“You ready to go sweetheart?” Bob softly asked. You opened your eyes and saw your boys all staring at you. You nodded your head and moved out of Bob’s arms. Jake wrapped his arms around your shoulders and led you out the front door, with Bradley and Bob following behind you. As you walked to the car, you felt Jake give you a gentle kiss on your forehead. You gave him a soft smile. You were very happy and content and ready to go to bed.

233 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

#2

On the Outside looking in (p.1)

Summary: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky and Pete “Maverick” Mitchell love both their kids but sometimes one gets pushed to the side

Relationship: IceMav x daughter!Reader

Warnings: none that I can think but if there is some just let me know

word count: 433

A/N:  This is part one just to set up for everything that happens in part 2 and also i wanted to get this out for everyone. This is also posted over on my AO3 account 

Edit here is part 2

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky. Pete “Maverick” Mitchell. Wingman, husbands, and great fathers to Bradley and their daughter, Y/N. Bradley came into Maverick and Iceman’s care, when he was 10 years old, after his mother had passed away from breast cancer. 5 years later, little Y/N, who was only a year old at the time, came into their care after her mother, Sarah, who was Ice’s sister, and Y/N’s dad passed away in a freak car accident. 

They did the best they could at raising Bradley and Y/N. Sometimes it was difficult, since there was a 14 year age gap between the two of them but they made it work. Bradley adored Y/N and Y/N adored Bradley.  Even though there was a 14 year age gap, they were as close as siblings could be. 

That all changed when Y/N was 4, and Bradley was 18. 

All Y/N could remember from that night was loud voices, yelling from downstairs, slamming doors and then quiet. She crept out of her room towards the stairwell that overlooked the living room. She watched as her two fathers silently hugged each other. She could hear sniffling, and they were talking in hushed whispers.

“Dada? Papa?” Her soft voice cried out. Both men turned to look up at their daughter. Mavericks eyes were red and puffy. He quickly wiped his cheeks

“Y/N. Pumpkin you should be in bed,” Iceman, her papa, called up to her.

“Couldn’t sleep. Too loud. Where Bradley?” She replied. 

Maverick and Iceman looked at each other, wondering what to tell their daughter. A few moments passed, silently. A silent conversation happened between the two wingmen. At last they had come to a decision. Iceman turned and made his way up the stairs towards his daughter. Maverick moved out of the living room and to his and Ice’s shared bedroom.

“Where Bradly?” Y/N asked again, as her papa picked her up and carried her back to her room. “Why Dada sad? Are you sad?”

“Bradley had to leave. He and Dada got into an argument, that's all. Nothing to worry about,” Ice quickly told her. He laid her on the bed and pulled the covers over her body.

“Be back?” she asked him.

“He’ll be back soon, pumpkin. He just needs some time to himself. He’ll be back soon. Okay?” Iceman tells his daughter.

“Okay. Goodnight papa.”

“Goodnight pumpkin.” He kissed her forehead goodnight, and left Y/N’s bedroom.

Bradley didn’t come back the next night. Or the night after that. He wouldn’t return for another 17 years.

262 notes - Posted September 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Complete

Summary: Everyone has a soulmate, or sometimes multiple. But you will never feel complete until you have met all of your soulmates. It can sometimes take years to meet them, especially if you have multiple soulmate.

Relationship: Bob x Rooster x Hangma x gn!reader

Warnings: None

Word count: 3075 

A/n: This is only my second attempt at writing top gun fanfic so please be nice. Again this is heavily inspired by @daughterofthereaper02 her  works are absolutely amazing and you should go check them out

You were lucky to grow up in a world with soulmates. Someone, or multiple someones, were destined to love you forever. A majority of people had only one, some had two but even rarer were the ones with three soulmates. You fell into the last category. When you were thirteen years old, three names appeared on your rib cage, one right after another. Jake Seresin. Bradley Bradshaw. Robert Floyd. The three people that were meant to love you unconditionally. Your mother and father commented on how lucky you are to have three soulmates. They also told you that now begins the hard part. The waiting. Waiting to meet each and every single one of them. Your parents told you that you would never feel complete until you had met all three. Even if you had met two of them, it would never feel right until all three of you were together. Your parents also reminded you that there was a chance for one or all of them to die before you even met. If that were the case, their names would burn off your body and all that would be left would be a scar to remind you of what could have been. While you didn’t want to think about worst case scenarios, that little tidbit of information was always there in the back of your mind.

While some people actively searched for their soulmates, you choose not to. It would happen when it was supposed to happen. You weren’t going to force it. 

You met Bradley Bradshaw first. You both met in college, in your shared Spanish 101 class. It was the first day of classes and you two had sat right next to each other. It was as cheesy and cliche as one could get. The professor had told everyone to turn to their table partners and introduce themselves to each other. 

“These are going to be your partners for every group project and lesson going forward. Better to introduce and get to know each other now, rather than later. And who knows some of you might be soulmates,” the professor had said. You gently smiled at the  last statement, deep down hoping that it would be true.

“Bradley Bradshaw,” the man sitting next to you said. Your eyes widened and you turned towards your table partner. He had brown eyes, dark curly hair, and the beginnings of a mustache growing on his upper lip.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” you asked.

“Uhm, Bradley Bradshaw? “ It came out more like a question. “It’s my name.”

You gave him a soft smile, and extended your hand out towards him. 

“Y/N Y/L/N”

He returned the smile. 

That was the start of everything. After that fateful class was over, the two of you spent the rest of the day getting to know each other. You learned that he wanted to be a naval aviator, like his father and that something had happened between Bradley and his uncle to cause him to not get into the Naval Academy. You told him that you were a history major and that you wanted to teach just like your mother had done. You shared likes and dislikes with him, hopes and dreams, and what you feared. You two told each other everything. The two of you even spent time speculating about the other two names, Jake Seresin and Robert Floyd, that were tattooed onto your skin.

The years went by and soon you both were graduating college. After college, he would be going off to flight school. Even with the setback from his uncle, Bradley had still made it into the Navy and was on his way to becoming a naval aviator just like his father. You would follow Bradley to Pensacola, Florida while he attended flight school and you had accepted a job as a teacher for the high school on base. The perks of being a soulmate to someone in the military, you could stay on base with them. Neither of you were expecting to meet your second soulmate while in Pensacola.

It happened while you were on your lunch break. The students were all at lunch and you had a free period. Sometimes students would wander in and ask questions about homework assignments or use your classroom as a quiet place to study but today it was just you, and you embraced the silence.

Buzz Buzz Buzz Buzz

Your phone would not stop buzzing. The screen kept lighting up with notifications. All were texts from Bradley. 

Bradley: I’ve met him

Bradley: Jake Seresin

Bradley: He’s a cocky asshole. Thinks he's better than everyone. 

Bradley: But he is also very good looking

Bradley: He asked if I had met you or Robert yet. I told him that I met you but not robert. I also told him that you were here on base with me.

Bradley: He also hasn’t met Robert yet. He wants to meet you.

Bradley: I told him he can come over after training today.

You: Oh wow, sounds like you had an interesting day. I’ll make sure there's enough food for dinner tonight to feed all three of us. 

You: I’m nervous to meet Jake. What if he doesn’t like me?

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303 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

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[nancypullen]

Oh, Happy Day!

What a week it’s been and it’s just Wednesday.  Last Saturday we celebrated the grandgirl’s birthday (5!) and her big surprise was a trip to Disney World! They whisked her away the very next morning and she has been in princess paradise ever since.  The texts we’ve received with pictures show her living her best life.  It’s so sweet, and a little hilarious.  Oh, I wish I could share photos - you’d love it. Unfortunately, her parents have a strict rule about splashing her all over the internet and I don’t blame them one bit. Suffice it to say that I’m living vicariously through her, and it’s pure joy. So I’m flying high from all of that fun, and this is also the week that our cabinets are being painted!  I don’t even have the words to explain how happy that makes me. The company that we hired has impressed me.  They showed up early Monday morning and got right to work. They sanded and primed, and when they exited at the end of the day they left the kitchen spotless.  Not even a speck of dust from the sanding. The primer cured for a day, so they came back today and applied two coats of paint. That’ll sit for a day and on Friday they’ll bring our doors back (those went to their shop to be sanded, primed, and painted) and hang them and touch up anything that needs it. The cabinets look SO good. I’m excited!  I can’t wait to get this kitchen finished. All it will take to shut me up is granite, a new sink, and a new faucet.   I’m not high maintenance, I swear.  I was promised these changes when we bought the house.  Although I do have some ideas for a bathroom remodel...

 Anywho, I had Mickey take before photos of the kitchen so when it’s all finally complete I can share it here.  Night and day! Because the kitchen has been out of commission, I haven’t done as much cooking.  Last night we had salads. Tonight I picked up dinner from Shore Gourmet. Apparently there is a local delicacy that we hadn’t heard of - Chesapeake Chicken.  Grilled chicken breasts topped with crabmeat and imperial sauce.  Holy cow, delicious!  When I pulled the container out to warm it for dinner I told Mickey, “Hey, look! The longer I heat this the more people it will feed!”

I told him that I should call tomorrow and complain, “I heated it for 50 minutes and all I got was a dry two-person meal.”  Anyway, it was really yummy.  We’re stuffed. We definitely can’t eat that way every night, but in a pinch it was a good choice. Speaking of good choices, when I die I want to comeback as a house cat.  Our girls have it made.  This morning I snapped a picture of Molly and laughed when I noticed the background.  I’ll start at the beginning. Remember the saga of my poor back? I hurt it when I packed up the Mt. Juliet house and I was really struggling with pain down my legs as a result.  Physical therapy is the answer so because I am who I am, I looked up the stretches I’d be told to do at PT an just started doing them. Massive difference!  So now when I wake up I slide a heating pad under my lower back, and do my stretches.  I can pretty much move through my day pain free if I start that way.  When I’m finished, I put the heating pad aside and make the bed. I usually toss it on top of the trunk under the window, and Molly claims it immediately.

There’s my spoiled house cat, and just through the window, waiting patiently under the bird feeder is Stanley, an outdoor cat. He waits for an inattentive or slow bird, Molly waits for the sound of a can opener.  I wonder which one is happier?  On this sunny and warm day, I’d say Stanley.  Last week’s cold weather would have tipped the odds in Molly’s favor.  We don’t know much about Stanley.  I’m not even sure of his gender.  He’s got a tipped ear with a number tattooed inside, so he’s a stray that’s been neutered (or spayed). He’s hefty, so he’s not missing any meals. He also looks healthy - bright eyes and silky fur.  He’s sweet, too.  Mickey is afraid I’ll move him in, but I don’t think Stanley is interested.  I hope I have his gender right, I’d hate to have to change his name at this point. I suppose he could be a  Hazel or a Mavis.  That’s about it from my corner of the world. I’m ready to go upstairs and soak in a bubble bath. A steamy soak, then warm covers and a good book. What a great way to end the day.  I hope that you’re just as cozy and have plenty to be happy about - bet you could list at least three things right now.  You have internet, you can read, and I’m finally wrapping up this post.  See? Easy three. Sending out loads of love tonight. Grab some for yourself. Stay safe, stay well.

Nancy

[amtcurlyq]

Amsterdam

Everyone changes into something nice for dinner, except for Peter. I chuckle to myself. Peter frowns. “I know your laughing at me.” I cover my mouth with my hand. “No. I’m not laughing at you.”

Harry says, “Oh my gosh Ginger, the man was robbed.” But he’s laughing too.

Holly lifts her head from MJ’s shoulder. “Wait what happened to Peter?” Asks Holly. Harry recounts for Holly and Liz what Vin did.

“You guys suck,” Peter says.

“Oh my gosh Peter,” Liz says. “I’m so sorry.”

Peter smoothes out his features. “It’s okay.”

“Wait that’s not the only shirt you have is it?” Asks Holly.

“Just this one and two others,” Peter says. And I’m laughing again. No wonder why Peter didn’t want to tell me about it.

MJ shakes her head at me. “What is wrong with you?”

“I was born like this,” I lament through giggles. I look Peter in the eye and say very seriously, “I’m sorry.”

“Should we hit the clubs?” Gwen asks, practically vibrating in her seat.

Harry leans back in his chair. “I’m turning in early today.” Liz nods.

MJ yawns “Me too.” She lays her head on my shoulder. “My vaca buddy says no.” And if the group splits up I can’t be caught dead on Gwen’s side.  

“Oh, come on guys,” Gwen laments. She tugs on Peter’s shoulder.  

“I’m tired too, babe.”

If I had a date here, I’d wanna snuggle with them too. Tonight, I was perfectly content to spread across the bed myself and go right to sleep.

Our rooms were all in the same hallway. Peter and Gwen were our neighbors while Harry and Liz were across the hall. The room I share with MJ is cozy despite being quite large. There is wood flooring, warm toned color scheme, and two beds with white comforters and mauve blankets. “This is nice.”

MJ groans flopping face first into her mattress. “I can’t believe she tried to get us to go out tonight.”

“Right? Like don’t you ever get tired?” I insist.  

“Yeah, but tomorrow its on. Spring Breaks only a week.”

Peter and Gwen are late to breakfast. Peter’s neck bares several hickies and I think I’m gonna be sick. I would get on a plane and go home right now, if it meant I’d forget ever seeing that. I take a swig my mimosa. “Excuse me.” I wave over our waiter. “Can I get something a bit stronger?”

“Ginger, it’s literally ten in the morning.” MJ says.

“You're the one who wanted to get up this early,” I say. The waiter hands me the wine menu. “Thank you.”

Peter, Liz, and MJ were resting in the shade with a different book in each pair of hands. I should’ve stayed over there with them. I wanted to let the waves carry me on my intertube but now Harry and Gwen decided to toss me between them. “Guys, stop.” I whine. Harry tosses me to Gween and throws me off my floatie. I yelp, hitting the water. My foot hits something soft. Eww. I swim back to the surface.

Harry is holding his gut laughing

I splash him in the face. He splashes me back. Gwen joins in, when a pain shoots up my foot. “Ow!” I shout. Harry splashes me again. My foot is burning. “Ow!” I try to grab my foot.  

“Wait stop,” Gwen wades closer. “What’s wrong?”

“My foot burns,” I moan.

Harry and Gwen pull me onto the sand. I gasp. The pain is so much worse out of the water.  

“Oh.” Harry gasps.

Liz, MJ, and Peter rush over. Liz has a towel. Peter lifts me and the girls spread it under me. “What happened?” MJ asks.

“Are you okay?” Liz asks.

“No,” I whine. “It’s worse now.”

My shin is turning purple. “Was she stung by a jellyfish?” Liz asks.

“Fuck. That’s what I stepped on.”

“What do we do?” Asks MJ. “Pee on her?”

“What!?” I shout.

“That’ll make it stop burning,” Gwen says.

Everyone looks at Peter and Harry. Peter shakes his head. “No. I can’t.”

Harry sighs. “Fine.”

“No.” I try to stand up. The pain shots up my leg.  

“Hold her down,” MJ says. Peter crouches down behind me to wrap his arms around me.

Gwen and MJ take each leg. Liz looks on with pity. Gwen and MJ try to hold back their laughter.

“No!” Peter grabs my elbows. “Just cut it off,” I moan. But I know fighting Peter is useless and most of me just wants the burning to stop.

Peter puts his hand over my eyes as Harry pulls his pants down. A warm liquid runs down my leg. The smell hits my nostrils. I choke on bile and screaming.

I sulk in bed. The stinging subsides after a good bath but I’m in a sour mood for the rest of the day. All the couples split off to go have dinner by themselves and eventually MJ gets dressed to leave too. “Where are you going?” Her underwear is matching.  

“Uh nowhere.” I groan.  

Why does everyone make such a big deal about getting back with your ex. That shit fucking slaps. “Good morning.”  

Only Liz and Harry reply. Peter and Gwen both seem determined to not to look up from their plates. What’s going on? You know what that’s none of my business. I turn to Liz and Harry. “I like your shirt.”

Liz and Harry both look down at their tops. “Oh thanks.”

“Oh.” Liz looks over at Harry’s shirt. Although something tells me she knows I was talking about her.

“You both look good,” I assure.

“Good morning,” MJ sings.

“What’s got you so happy?” Asks Harry.

I chuckle to myself.

“What?” Asks Liz.

“Nothing,” MJ says, trying to repress her smile. “You guys doing anything before we go out?”

“No.” Liz shakes her head. “I am exhausted. I’m going right back to sleep.”

“Same.” Gwen reminds us her and Peter are still sitting there. Although I believed her way more. Gwen looked loathed to be here and her comment turned Peter’s ears red.

Everyone looks horribly uncomfortable. Liz saves the day with a change of subject. “How’s your leg, Ginger?”

A chill runs up my spine remembering all the things that touched my leg yesterday. “It’s better now.”

“I don’t remember you thanking me for yesterday,” Harry says.

“You peed on me!”  

“I exposed myself in public for you.”

“Oh, please you loved an excuse to show off your stuff.”

Liz only lets one of the corners of her mouth to rise.

I can hear MJ’s cajoling through the walls. “Peter, please talk to her.” “She says she doesn’t wanna go.” “I don’t know she won’t tell me.” There’s a knock at our door.

I smile. “Come in.”

“You’re not coming to the club with us?” He walks over and stands over me. I was looking for an outfit and I’m just sitting on the floor.

I shrug. I’d rather stay home on the phone.  

“Why not?” Peter sits down next to me.

“I don’t know. I just don’t think I want to go out and get black out drunk right now.”

“Well, we are on vacation.” Peter says.  

“I thought you’d agree.”

“I mean you do drink a lot but I don’t wanna be the person weighting down your fun.”

“We can like different fun. We still have fun together.”

“So,” Peter thinks. “I don’t wanna encourage you to get black out drunk. But I want you to come with us.”

“It’s kinda of an either or,” I admit.  

“If you don’t wanna go, I’ll handle MJ.”

I sigh. “I do.”

“What if I don’t have anything to drink either.”

“What about three drinks?”

“Three,” Peter agrees.

Me and Peter chug are third water. I don’t even think I’m tipsy. “I’ve been to the bathroom three times.” I shout over the music.”

“Four.” Peter shouts back.

“We are such light weights.” I wanna ask where Gwen is but I vehemently do not.  

MJ is talking... no flirting with a woman. Peter’s eyes move across the room. “What’s MJ-?”  

“Peter, where’s Gwen?” Peter’s head rolls back to me before placing his face in his hands. I instantly want to take it back. “Maybe we should have our last drink.”

“No. I should go look for her.” Peter sulks off.  

I turn back to the bartender. “Can I have another drink?”