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stevieschrodinger · 2 months ago

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Part One ThirtyTwo

Prompt from @janie-bean

Eddie’s been working a lot of extra hours since Thanksgiving.

Like a lot.

He’s been doing some hours pretty much every day the store has been open, and to Steve he’s starting to look a little frazzled by it. He forgot his lunch this morning, so Steve has an excuse to stop by and check on him at least. Eddie insists that he’s fine, just that the store is small and they’ve had a lot of customers lately.

Although Steve is pretty sure Eddie thrives on interaction, on new experiences, on just...life, in general, since it’s all still shiny and new to him...he also senses Eddie has creeping uncertainties around his feelings about The General Public.

There’s a distinct possibility they might be starting to get to him, especially when they’re rude. Eddie has made it clear he does not like it when people are rude, asking Steve one evening, “why can’t they just be nice? I’m nice.”

And although Steve totally agreed with Eddie, he couldn’t really give a satisfactory explanation as to why some people just seem to be perpetually dicks.

According to Chrissy, everyone likes their home to look nice for Thanksgiving and Christmas, so that means a lot of fresh flower arrangements to put together, and Eddie has been working the register and maintaining the store front a lot of the time, an arrangement that gives Eddie a lot of exposure to The General Public.

Not to mention all the gifts on the run up to Christmas; Eddie said a man came in yesterday and put in an order for twelve matching arrangements for the end of this week. Eddie haltingly explained that all of his staff, ‘the girls’ were getting flowers and wine as a Christmas gift from the boss. Apparently it ‘keeps them sweet’, which was actually the phrase Eddie was seeking clarification on.

He was relieved to hear the man wasn’t actually a cannibal of some sort.

Eddie’s also, clearly, worried about Chrissy. She accepted the order for the arrangements, but Eddie was vocally unimpressed by the short notice; having him explain things to Steve is kind of novel, it’s been the other way around since Steve rescued Eddie from Starcourt. Now he has Eddie explaining to him about how long ordering flowers takes and how long they last in the shop. Eddie’s also clearly spent enough time with Chrissy to pick up the language; he talks about all the flowers with confidence, and the pride that wells up inside Steve seems to fill him like a warm balloon. He’s pretty sure he could listen to Eddie talk all day, which is lucky, because unless he’s engrossed in something, Eddie likes to talk a lot.

Chrissy isn’t there when Steve heads in, but Eddie is behind the counter rolling some flowers in some paper, producing a neat bunch held together with some ribbon. His hair is different from when he left the house this morning; it had been in a sloppy bun, but it’s much neater now. Steve can see where Chrissy has put it in a tight braid and tidied some of Eddie’s flyaway curls with bobby pins, there’s a little red tinsel on the stubby end of the braid; it’s cute.

He’s wearing a black tee shirt under his apron, some rock band thing, and Steve waits as Eddie deftly works the register and then hands the lady her change.

“See you again soon,” he calls to the woman as she bustles out of the store, Steve holding the door for her.

There’s already someone else at the register, but Eddie gives Steve a quick smile before he disappears out the back. He’s holding a massive bouquet when he comes back, so Steve just lingers, looking at all the loose flowers while Eddie finds a receipt book and an order and charges the customer the remaining balance after deducting their deposit.

He does the whole thing smoothly, completely competent. Steve is so fucking proud of him.

“Hey, you forgot your lunch.”

“Thank you, sorry you needed to drive here.”

Steve shrugs, “that’s okay, busy again today?”

Eddie nods, pulling the sandwich from the sack and getting it half unwrapped so he can shove it in his mouth, “forgot breakfast.”

Steve had been showering this morning when Eddie had headed down; he hadn’t even noticed Eddie hadn’t eaten, “I’ll make us a big dinner? What do you want?”

Eddie shrugs, shoving the sandwich in for another bite. The store goes quiet, the background music stopping, and Eddie desperately chews and swallows, “Chrissy!” He calls, “not again?”

“Yes again!” And then the music starts. Bing Crosby, White Christmas, or whatever it’s called. Eddie groans, his whole body sagging.

“Not enjoying the Christmas tunes?”

“They were okay the first ten times.” Eddie says, deadpan. The bell tinkles behind Steve, and Eddie wraps his lunch up quick, stashing it under the counter, “morning,” he tells the customer, who then asks Eddie a question about flowers that Steve doesn’t understand.

Steve shifts himself out of the way a little, lingering while Eddie deals with yet another customer. There’s a tugging on his pant leg, and Steve looks down to find a little girl, toddler age, pointing at a flower she can’t reach.

Steve has absolutely no idea what it is, but it has a soft stem; no hard bits or thorns or anything, so he crouches down to give it over.

She’s cute, a yellow woolen dress over fluffy tights and tiny little boots. She has her hair gathered up in a bun, mumbling something that sounds like, “princess hair,” before tilting her head so Steve can put the stem of the flower through her bun.

“I’m so sorry, Grace, come on, don’t bother the poor man,” her mother takes her hand, bouquet grasped in the other.

“Oh, no problem, she’s fine.”

The bell tinkles as they leave, and Steve turns to find he’s being watched by Chrissy and a chewing Eddie, “well that was adorable.”

Steve shrugs, “she was cute.”

“Uh hu, can just see you with like, a soccer team of munchkins.”

“Can’t say I’ve given it much thought,” which is true, just lately. He had always thought he’d like a few kids, but now there’s Eddie, and Steve guesses things just don’t work out that way sometimes.

“Uh hu, pretty sure Eddie would make the best dad,” Chrissy bumps shoulders with him playfully, but Steve catches the fleeting frown on Eddie's face. “You still seeing Owens later?” Chrissy changes tack.

“Yeah, he’s got me and Eddie filling out a dream diary thing.”

“Yeah, Eddie said, last night he dreamed he was a gift and Santa dropped him off at the wrong house.”

“Shhh!” Steve tells her, “we’re not supposed to talk about it in case we like, muddy the results or whatever, subconsciously.”

“Uh hu. So what did you dream last night?” Chrissy asks; she blatantly doesn’t care for Owens’ scientific method.

Steve sighs. Today is the last day of the diary thing, so it probably doesn’t make any difference, “Santa left a gift by accident, and I had to get it to the kid it was meant for so I...dreamt I broke into the post office. It made sense at the time.”

“Steve...come on, you can’t deny the link there, it’s not exactly subtle. Maybe Eddie has powers, like El?”

“Yeah, and maybe we should burn the stupid diaries...I don’t want to give Owens any excuse to experiment-”

The bell over the door tinkles, Chrissy plastering on her customer service smile and Eddie stashing the crumpled paper bag beneath the counter again.

Eddie sits with a headband of little devices strapped around his head. He seems fine about it, but Steve’s not going to take his eyes off him. Or Owens.

“Your friend could be right Eddie, your readings are not that dissimilar to El’s just...greatly reduced. Much weaker.”

“So I won’t be moving things around with my mind?”

“I...doubt it.”

Eddie humphs, which despite Steve continuing to be deeply unimpressed with Owens, he can’t help but be amused by. “So what about the dreams?”

“There could be...multiple explanations. From the readings we have from Eddie, and other...examples,” Owens says the word very carefully. Steve knows Eddie was not the only ‘specimen’ brought back from the upside down, but he’s the only one Owens is saying survived Starcourt. Some were even dissected there, a thought that makes Steve feel physically cold with the horror of it.

“There is a possibility that Eddie, at that point in his development, had access to a kind of...low level hive mind. And now that Eddie no longer has access to that, it’s seeking out the nearest thing to join up with. Of course that is just speculation; I don’t know how your DNA being in the mix could effect that? It could simply be that you and Eddie became somehow...linked due to your contribution to the transformation. If you would consent to me taking a blood sample-”

Steve huffs, and something on Eddie’s monitor beeps, “what was that?”

Owens shrugs, “it would take a lot more study. That could simply be Eddie responding to visible irritation from you, or it could be that there is a genuine link and he felt it too.”

They’ve had this conversation so many times now, and every time Owens brings it up, Steve wants to punch him. He just cannot bring himself to tolerate Owens, knowing his methods and what he’s done. Unfortunately he seems to the be only one; Hopper seems disgruntled but willing to go along with it. That doesn’t seem to mean much though, Hopper is disgruntled by everything and constantly seems to be just going along with it anyway.

Eddie likes Owens, and has outright told Steve so. El seems fine with him, too. So it’s just Steve, digging his feet in stubbornly. “Would it help Eddie? My blood?”

“Obviously there are no guarantees but...I have samples of the before and after with Eddie...so to have a better view of the catalyst from the transformation…simply put, I would be able to see what parts of Eddie are you, Steve, and what parts developed organically. To have a better understanding of this now would be helpful in the future should there be a problem.”

“Stevie? You don’t have to.”

Steve sighs, “I know I just...just do it then,” he sits in the seat Owens indicates, “and what about this mental link thing?”

“That would require a lot of testing,” Owens answers vaguely.

Steve sighs, “after Christmas. And only if Eddie wants to.”

Part ThirtyFour

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #ficlet #ao3 author #upside down creature eddie #Fish Guy Eddie #creature eddie munson #creature #robin buckly #pre steddie #mermaid eddie

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tgmsunmontue · 1 month ago

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Season to Taste - 33/42? WIP

Explicit Hangster - Celebrity Chef Bradley and Naval Aviator Jake Seresin who have a relationship spanning the globe before they realize how tightly bound they are to one another. Heading into this little world.

PROLOGUE/ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN (interlude) ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FORTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN TWENTY (interlude) TWENTYONE TWENTYTWO TWENTYTHREE TWENTYFOUR TWENTYFIVE TWENTYSIX TWENTYSEVEN TWENTYEIGHT TWENTYNINE THIRTY (interlude) THIRTYONE THIRTYTWO

(And we have an estimated final chapter count!)

CHAPTER THIRTYTHREE

“My partner is in the military. He brings me home odd foods from his deployments and then makes me try and make a dish out of it. Keeps me on my toes. Keeps my ideas fresh.”

“This is the first we’re hearing of a partner. That news is going to make many of your fans a little broken hearted…” Bradley snorts but covers it up with a polite laugh, because he’s aware that most of his fans are female and are also aware that he’s gay. “Is it serious?”

“We’ve been together nearly two years, so yeah, I’d say it’s pretty serious.”

… … …

One of the benefits of the little video is that his mom begins to remember them all. She doesn’t remember that they’re related to her, but either she has good days where she does remember everything, or she knows them all as Leo’s boyfriend’s family. Or Bradley Bradshaw’s. Whatever. He doesn’t care, because what it means is regardless of when he goes to visit, she greets him with his name and a wide smile rather than a confused blank look. He does have to exchange a quick call with his dad to ensure she’s either watched the video, or remembered Leo all on her own. And because his boyfriend is the best person in the world there are letters and postcards from him to his mom as well, and he never thought his mom would make friends again, but he’d like to think her and Leo are friends.

Of course, he’s now receiving care packages from Silvia and Leandro as well, which has made him even more popular wherever he’s deployed, getting a reputation for having people at home that care about him enough to keep him in a steady supply of baked goods. The fact that he doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth and shares most of it also helps, although some people he deliberately doesn’t share with, because they’re bigger assholes than he is.

Right now though his usual routine is broken, his arrival in New York not featuring Leo at all, who is in California of all places, but he’s going to be meeting Jake in Texas in two days. He doesn’t know what’s in California exactly, knows it’s not a new restaurant, because he had asked and Leo had said he’d tell him when they saw each other next, which he’d had to settle for. Instead he’s travelling with Vi, who is jittery beside him; which also isn’t usual.

She wants to talk to his dad, which is odd in itself. He’d suspect an ambush or surprise party except there is no significant birthday or celebration other than the fact that he’s home after being away seven months. It’s been five months since they’ve seen each other, the longest they’ve gone without seeing each other what with whatever thing it is that Leo has to deal with in California important enough to stop him from meeting up with Jake during his last two shore leaves. So to say he’s looking forward to seeing Leo is something of an understatement, and the fact that his cousin is going to be staying isn’t going to be any type of deterrent, considering she’s usually around.

… … …

Bradley hasn’t read so much fine print in his life. Fortunately he’s had plenty of time to sit around while waiting for Ice’s chemo sessions to end so he can then drive him home, sharing some of the load with Mav. Their relationship is… well. He’s reminded of the phrases walking on eggshells and treating each other with kid gloves; both of them careful not to irritate each other, especially with Ice’s health requiring more attention and effort. He hadn’t been prepared to be given full power of attorney for them both, but he’d accepted. The paperwork had been overwhelming but he’d gone through it carefully, glad for Vi’s experience and also the fact that he has his own lawyer.

He hasn’t stayed with Ice and Maverick, not comfortable enough. After nearly eighteen years he’s treating Maverick as a stranger he wants to get to know better. It’s working for the most part, when he reminds himself that Maverick didn’t mean to be malicious by pulling his papers. That he was simply more loyal to his mother than he was to Bradley. He can’t find fault in that, because that loyalty he understands better now, his roots tied deeply with the entire Gallo family, and if he had to chose between Maverick and them, he would chose them in a heartbeat. He’s lived more of his life without Maverick in it now than with him in it, so it is an adjustment.

It’s a complete role reversal when he steps into the arrivals lounge; Jake standing there looking so damned good. Pair of his worn jeans that Bradley knows will be soft under his fingertips, light grey tank that’s so thin in places it would be indecent if Jake wasn’t wearing a short-sleeved checked shirt over the top, grin wide as he watches Bradley approach.

“Hey there…”

“Hey…”

“Hi. Damn you’re a sight for sore eyes.”

“Mmm. Could say the same about you.”

They simply lean into each other, soft and gentle and tired. He has plans to tell Jake about Maverick and Ice this week, but right now he wants to go home, glad that they have a place here he can call home. Call theirs, even if Jake calls it a ridiculous for just two people. Part of Bradley agrees, a six bedroom house is two big for the two of them. However they have their own bedroom and Vi has her own for when she needs to come down for work to check on Tartaruga Violet.

So while they might not stay in it very much he knows Jake’s family use it, hosting family and friends when they come to town. That and the swimming pool is very much appreciated during the summer months. When he walks through the front door he experiences a sense of homecoming, because it’s theirs and there is evidence absolutely everywhere. Hand drawn pictures attached to the refrigerator with magnets, weird hand-made bowl sitting on the side table that they drop their keys into as they remove their shoes, photos of family all over the walls courtesy of Vi and Jake’s sisters.

He lets Jake gently bully him into the shower, not that he really needs to be convinced to get naked and wet. The sex is slow and sweet, unhurried while they reacquaint themselves with each other’s bodies after the months-long separation and he swears to never let it go that long again, murmurs as such into the skin of Jake’s neck and peppers little kisses over his answering grin. They fall asleep entwined and he looks forward to waking up in bed with Jake in the morning.

… … …

The next day is dreary and damp, too warm and it reminds him of monsoon season in Malaysia. They’re having an early lunch with Jake’s parents, one Vi has asked to come along to because she wants to ask Chuck some questions. She won’t give him any more than that and he’s learnt his lesson long ago that if she doesn’t want him knowing something there’s no way for him to find out until she decides it’s time. The morning is languid and slow, he makes them breakfast and then takes Jake back to bed, earning him an eyeroll from Vi. After three years he knows she doesn’t really care, just likes winding them both up.

Then they’re showered, dressed and opening the gate to Chuck and Jenna’s house, Vi carrying a satchel he hasn’t seen before and which she refuses to say anything about when he raises a questioning eyebrow. They sit through a light lunch and then Maria turns up to take Jenna for a ride around the farm and he realizes that Vi has organized this so that she can talk directly to Jake’s dad. He suddenly feels a little worried about whatever it is she’s going to say.

“Mr Seresin… Giacomo…” Vi starts, correcting herself, because Chuck has told her to call him Chuck multiple times. They’ve compromised on Giacomo, his given name and it always startles him a little when she uses it.

“Sir, do you know the name of your Grandfather?”

Chuck laughs and shakes his head.

“I should think so. I have the same name…”

“I knew it… oh mio Dio…”

“What do you mean? What did you know?”

“I should have just come straight here. Would have saved me some time. So, I’ve been doing some digging, and I wanted to be absolutely certain, but once Silvia and Leandro met Jake and then saw video of your sisters and your dad they knew…”

“Knew what?” Bradley and Jake says at the same time, while Chuck just looks bemused.

“You’re great-grandparents and my great-grandparents were siblings.”

“Uh…” Bradley’s brain stalls, trying to do the mental gymnastics of how that would work.

“Oh, cazzo. No. That’s not right. Hold on, I have a family tree…”

Then she’s pulling out pieces of paper, except it’s not pieces of paper but one piece folded smaller and she unfolds it out, spreads it over the table and smooths it down before pointing at the top.

“My great great grandfather. He was a Seresin. He had four children. Giacomo, Ariana and Andrea, who were twins… and then Bella.”

“Holy shit… so we’re related?” Jake asks with a laugh.

“Yes. But even tighter than that, because Giacomo ran away to America with his pregnant girlfriend, Francesca Gallo. Your grandmother?” Vi asks Chuck for confirmation and he nods, looks a little shell shocked and Bradley can’t say he blames him. “Yeah. So. That’s not the weirdest part. Both Andrea and Ariana married brothers of Francesca Gallo, Luca and Giovanni.”

Bradley has to admit he’s lost, but she’s pointing at the family tree on the table, and he can see Leandro and Silvia there, all of Vi’s sisters and cousins, aunts and uncles, the huge sprawling Gallo family he considers himself a part of and yet here is Jake, actually part of it. His entire family. Fuck. He remembers feeling like Jake’s family had its similarities to the Gallo family and now he knows why.

“You’re the missing branch of our family tree…” Vi states, sliding the massive piece of paper toward Chuck, who is donning his reading glasses and peering at where Vi has written in pencil Jake’s family.

“Holy shit…” Jake says under his breath and Bradley wraps an arm around him, because this isn’t bad in any way. Jake has already met so many of them.

“Did… how long did this take?”

“Well. I only started working on it properly after Jake’s little impromptu visit. Leandro did a double take when he saw him, because apparently you’re the spitting image of Giacomo Senior. So I pulled up the video and that’s all it took to convince Leandro and Silvia that you were related. But I wanted to have… evidence. I’ve got birth certificates, marriage certificates and ship manifests showing that Francesca started using Seresin before she got to America. But do you know what really convinced me?”

“What?”

“I gave Nonna a bottle of Seresin’s sauce and she said that those were Seresin tomatoes. That Giacomo must have taken seeds with him…”

“He did. I remember him telling me stories about growing the early plants… how precious they were to him. He talked about his family sometimes. I have some photos…”

“I would love to see them,” Vi says, and Bradley can tell she’s close to tears.

“Huh… do you see the name of our great-great-grandfather?” Jake asks, and Bradley isn’t sure if he’s talking to him or Vi.

“Um, what?” Bradley asks.

“Leonardo.”

#Season to taste #Hangster #Sereshaw #Top Gun Maverick fanfiction #AU

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final-girl96 · 8 months ago

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Killer Geek Masterlist

Ao3

Wattpad (23+ stories here)

Description/Trigger Warnings (please read)

Prologue

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

TwentyOne

TwentyTwo

TwentyThree

TwentyFour

TwentyFive

TwentySix

TwentySeven

TwentyEight

TwentyNine

Thirty

ThirtyOne

ThirtyTwo

ThirtyThree

ThirtyFour

ThirtyFive

ThirtySix

ThirtySeven

ThirtyEight

ThirtyNine

Forty

#scream fanfiction #scream 2 #scream #scream 3 #scream 4 #scream x you #scream x reader #billy loomis x sidney prescott #stu macher x tatum riley #dewey riley #gale weathers #randy meeks x reader #randy meeks #randy meeks imagines #randy meeks smut #randy meeks fanfiction #out of character randy meeks #ooc randy meeks #killer geek

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leolaroot · 7 months ago

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high energy recipe tiktokers genuinely terrify me sometimes. one thirtytwo ance bag. OF. FROZEN. CORN

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ventismacchiato · 2 years ago

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EXTRA HEADCANONS

one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve / thirteen / fourteen / fifteen / sixteen / seventeen / eighteen / nineteen / twenty / twentyone / twentytwo / twentythree / twentyfour / twentyfive / twentysix / twentyseven / twentyeight / twentynine / thirty / thirtyone / thirtytwo / thirtythree / thirtyfour /

the #stuck with you — asks tag should have some as well!

#stuck with you smau #stuck with you — asks #<— this tag may have some!

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starqueensthings · 2 years ago

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*nothing is posted unedited, and almost nothing is watermarked. Pls be a solid pal and provide credit if using elsewhere*

Edits

Season One/Clone Wars

One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen

Season Two

One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty TwentyOne TwentyTwo TwentyThree TwentyFour TwentyFive TwentySix TwentySeven TwentyEight TwentyNine Thirty ThirtyOne ThirtyTwo (re-edit of #3)

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One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty TwentyOne

#use these tags to find all my Tech posts ->#tbb tech #tech tbb #bad batch tech #tech bad batch #and of course #starqueensedits #starqueensgifs

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loudenver · 7 months ago

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↳INSTAGRAM: @louisdenverauthor a photo:

America, I’m putting my queer shoulder to the wheel. #thirtytwo

#insta;#ft. scotty #ft. amelia #(i don’t want to assume who wants to spend his birthday with lou so if u want ur oc to be with him pls assume they are!!!!#insta: amelia #insta: scotty

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novacore0 · 1 year ago

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Day ThirtyTwo!!!

Ok this is a mix of Lyra and Luna, she is so pretty!!! I just love the cutie mark and ahhh I love it

#my litte pony friendship is magic #my little pony #pony fusion #pony oc #ponysona #artwork

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talia-rumlow · 2 years ago

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My Saviour Masterlist!

The first story I ever wrote. I´m still in love with this one.

My Saviour is a Rumlow X Reader story. This story will contain Graphic Sexual Description, Graphic Description of Violence, Death, Murder, angst, trauma, Domestic Abuse and Past Abuse. Read on own risk. This is a story where I portray Brock Rumlow as a decent human being. He also has a backstory. If you don´t like Brock Rumlow yet. You will, after reading this story.

Chapter One - We Don´t Treat Women Like That!

Chapter Two - Can I Tell You A Little Secret?

Chapter Three - What Someone Like Me, Does To Little Brats Like You

Chapter Four - Who Is In Charge?

Chapter Five - Good Girls Gets Rewarded

Chapter Six - The Morning After

Chapter Seven - First Day At Work

Chapter Eight - I Want To Protect You

Chapter Nine - That´s Right, You Disobeyed Me!

Chapter Ten - Pick One!

Chapter Eleven - Mine! Say It!

Chapter Twelve - I´ll Find Him!

Chapter Thirteen - Want To Play A Game?

Chapter Fourteen - Pull Over!

Chapter Fifteen - What Do You Want Me To Do?

Chapter Sixteen - Want Me To Look For It?

Chapter Seventeen - Did You Lock The Door?

Chapter Eighteen - That Girl You Like So Much!

Chapter Nineteen - It´s A Date!

Chapter Twenty - When You Call Me Brock

Chapter Twentyone - See What You Get When You Ask Nicely

Chapter Twentytwo - Come For Me, Brock!

Chapter Twentythree - Please Don´t Leave Me!

Chapter Twentyfour - I Fucking Love You!

Chapter Twentyfive - Are You Alright?

Chapter Twentysix - You Disobeyed Me, Brock!

Chapter Twentyseven - Will It Be Dangerous, This Mission?

Chapter Twentyeight - Have You Ever Used A Gun Before, YN?

Chapter Twentynine - SHIELD Is The Safest Place To Be!

Chapter Thirty - Alexander Pierce

Chapter Thirtyone - Why Is This Happening To You?

Chapter Thirtytwo - How Did You End Up Here?

Chapter Thirtythree - This One Is Not!

Chapter Thirtyfour - Please Don´t Be Mad At Me!

Chapter Thirtyfive - Who Said Anything About Winning?

Chapter Thirtysix - I Love You, YN!

Chapter Thirtyseven - Good Agents Don´t Disobey Orders, YN!

Chapter Thirtyeight - You Are Fired Though!

Chapter Thirtynine - What´s Wrong With You, Brock?

Chapter Fourty - Well Played, YN! You´re Still Dead Though!

Chapter Fourtyone - What Did You Do To deserve This Treatment?

Chapter Fourtytwo - She´s Messing With Your Mind, Brock! Be Careful!

Chapter Fourtythree - I realise that I know nothing about him

Chapter Fourtyfour - You´re worth nothing. NOTHING!

Chapter Fourtyfive - He Really Does Like You!

Chapter Fourtysix - You´ve Done This Before, Haven´t you?

Chapter Fourtyseven - Red!

Chapter Fourtyeight - Do You Have A Child?

Chapter Fourtynine - Get Away From Me, YN!

Chapter Fifty - How can you be so calm about this? I stabbed you!

Chapter Fiftyone - We´re Gonna Play!

Chapter Fiftytwo - I Love You, YN!

Chapter Fiftythree - Where Are Your Parents?

Chapter Fiftyfour - Anything You Want. Brock!

Chapter Fiftyfive - Good Girl!

Chapter Fiftysix - Not You, Agent!

Chapter Fiftyseven - NOT HER!

Chapter Fiftyeight - You Should Listen To This!

Chapter Fiftynine - I´m Gonna Kill Him!

Chapter Sixty - Have You Thought About Names At All?

Chapter Sixtyone - Get Caught!

Chapter Sixtytwo - I Wouldn´t Do That If I Were You!

Chapter Sisxtythree - I´m So Sorry!

Epilogue!

#brock rumlow #rumlow #rumlowfiction #rumlowsmut #rumlowxreader #fanfiction #jack rollins #My Saviour (Rumlow X Reader)

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tgmsunmontue · 23 days ago

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Season to Taste - 35/42 WIP

Explicit Hangster - Celebrity Chef Bradley and Naval Aviator Jake Seresin who have a relationship spanning the globe before they realize how tightly bound they are to one another.

Family tree if you need/want it.

(No new warnings apply if you've been reading along, but explicit sex, very mild (soft?) D/s, little bit of praise kink raising its head and some pins put in conversation points...)

CHAPTER THIRTYFIVE

“Do you ever want to get married?”

“One day. Why? You asking?”

“You’ll know when I’m asking,” Jake says, poking Bradley in the side and making him squirm away from probing tickling fingers.

“Yeah? You going to ask me huh? What about if I ask you first?”

“Not really particular about how it happens to be honest… can’t imagine marrying anyone else. Can’t imagine my life without you in it…”

“Jake…” He’s pretty sure Jake hadn’t said any of that to be overly romantic, just his natural sweet nature coming out and Bradley loves how soft he is with him. “I can’t imagine my life without you either. Don’t want to.”

“Good. Glad we agree on that.”

“Would you wear a wedding ring? Or engagement ring?”

“Of course. Might be with my tags rather than on my finger though. You okay with that?”

“Yeah. Of course I am.”

… … …

Maria has been very fucking smug, tugging or patting his dog tags and the newly acquired ring that now hangs around his neck every time she gets within touching distance. She’s definitely not let him forget that she suspected Leo had a ring ready for him as well. He’s hugging everyone goodbye, and it’s odd flying out of Corpus Christi with so many of his family there, Leo and the Gallos as well, because usually he flies to New York to see him for a brief twenty-four hours before heading to his new station. But he’s going further inland for once, back to Fallon and he’s looking forward to it.

He kisses Leo goodbye, ignores the catcalling and wolf-whistles his assembled sisters give. He’s newly engaged and he’s allowed to be very glad it’s only three months and that Leo already has plans to come and visit in only six weeks. For three whole nights, an entire weekend. Jake’s already looking forward to it, suspects he won’t step outside his base accommodation for the duration of Leo’s stay, given how his previous shore and liberty leave has panned out when Leo is there. He can’t wait.

… … …

“You know… we could open a third Tartaruga in California. Now that you’re, you know, talking to your godfather…”

“Don’t say godfather like that, we’re not part of the Mafia…”

“I don't know, the family drama of it all, there being one man who holds all the power and everyone follows their orders or fears the repercussion? Sounds very Mafia like to me.”

“Vi…”

“Bradley…”

“It’s… I don’t know if I’m ready to spread myself so thin again. Not with Ice’s health the way it is, and then the whole family thing. And now a wedding to plan…”

“If you think you’re getting any say on the wedding with Jake’s sisters in the picture coupled with Silvia? I mean… I’d tell you to elope if I didn’t think they’d kill you both.”

“Ugh. I know… and we don’t care about the wedding you know? We both care about the marriage, and having that little piece of paper to show just how committed we are. But…”

“But it’s going to be a massive fucking family reunion of epic proportions and you better be prepared for your wedding ceremony to simply be one of the highlights.”

“We’re both okay with that. It’ll be kind of nice. But I’m glad I’m not going to be around while they fight out where the wedding should be.”

“I still think you should have two…”

“Can you imagine trying to organize two?” Bradley groans, banging his head against her shoulder in an attempt to elicit some sympathy but she pushes him off.

“You aren’t going to be doing any organizing anyway… Nonna’s olive grove would be nice. For a small and quiet ceremony anyway.”

“Huh. Yeah… it would be. Civil ceremony anyway.”

“Yep. And that will be the ace in Jake’s sisters’ hands…” Bradley snorts, rubs at his face and eyes, feeling very tired all of a sudden. “So. New restaurant?”

“Ugh. How, why, is that an easier topic of conversation than my wedding?”

“Because we don’t actually have to follow through on the restaurant,” Violet says with a laugh and Bradley groans, but she has a point. “And I was thinking, staying on theme but without using russo or arancione. How do you feel about Scheggia?”

“Fuck no… that sounds awful. No-one will be able to pronounce it. And Splinter? Really?”

“Thought it was fitting with the whole old-mentors living there… and how your relationship with them was for so long…”

“Splintered. Haha. Very clever… Not like that now though.”

“I know. How did Jake take it anyway, when you told him?”

“Fuck. I completely forgot.”

“Forgot? Or too busy fucking?”

“Uh… both?”

“Well, at least you’re honest.”

“Yeah… I don’t know how to tell him. But I really need to.”

“Well, you said you wanted to do it person, but you keep either conveniently forgetting or getting distracted…”

“Sue me. My boyfriend is hot.”

“Fidanzato,” Vi corrects and Bradley can’t help the fact that his grin gets wider.

“Yeah. Fidanzato.”

“Ugh. You’re sickening.”

… … …

“I’m a promised man Phoenix.”

“Yeah? Your Rooster finally propose huh?”

“I asked him. Beat him to it.”

“Of course you did. Well, I admit I have ulterior motives, but I’m happy for you Bagman…”

“You’ll actually have to meet him now. Probably at the wedding if you’re on leave…”

He wonders if he should try and introduce them when Leo comes to stay, except those are precious moments and he knows he doesn’t like sharing when he’s not on proper leave.

“You don’t need to invite me to the wedding Bagman…”

“With how much food there’s probably going to be, I need people that know how to eat…”

“What are you implying?”

“That you have a healthy appetite and you’ll appreciate the food, if nothing else.”

“Hmm. I guess I can come. If I’m available.”

“Glad to hear it. Date is still… undecided. Turns out my ancestors and Leo’s are all like, related.”

“Uh… okay?” Phoenix says, and she’s grimacing and Jake runs through the words and realizes his mistake and laughs, shakes his head.

“Oh. He’s not… he’d be like my fourth cousin once removed I think? But he’s adopted pretty much so… we’re not actually related. Fiancés now though.”

“Yeah… what has that got to do with the date being undecided?”

“Oh. Our wedding is going to be a massive family reunion I guess. I just left my sisters in charge with Leo’s parents, told them they can hash it out because as long as I’m married to Leo at the end of the day I don’t care what else happens…”

“You don’t want to look good?”

“Trace, I always look good.”

She rolls her eyes at that and Jake just laughs, because nothing can bring him down.

… … …

Six weeks fly by, and he flies out to California to visit Ice. Vi has insisted on coming with him, both to finally meet Ice and Maverick, and then to Fallon, saying she’s more than happy to get her own hotel room and entertain herself. It’s a little out-of-character but he doesn’t want to pry, because she’ll tell him if he needs to know. They don’t get as much time just the two of them any more so he’s happy to go along with it. He gets the taxi to drop her off at the hotel first before settling back for the drive to the base. He remembers vaguely coming here once as a kid, visiting Ice he thinks and he still has to figure out exactly how to break the existence of that relationship to Jake. Not that he expects Jake to be upset or angry, or even really surprised. Jake knows Slider and a couple of others that Bradley is more friendly with. None of them are as highly ranked as Ice though. None of them have quite the same reputation that Mav does.

He hitches his bag over his shoulder, knocks on the door for the address Jake gave him and waits. Then the door opens, he’s being pulled inside by the strap of his bag, then it’s being taken from him and thrown toward the sofa and Jake’s mouth is on his for the briefest of moments before Jake is then kissing along his jaw. His fingers are on Bradley’s fly, pulling the zipper down and unhooking his belt with practiced fingers and he groans, wiggles a bit to help them fall down.

“Fuck Jake…”

“Mmm… missed you.”

“Yeah? Never would have guessed…” Bradley says with a laugh, his head hitting the wall behind him as Jake palms his cock through his underwear. He’s been half-hard for the last twelve hours, since this morning when he’d fingered himself and slicked up the plug Jake has deemed his favorite. He’s rapidly shifting to full hardness with the attention and he wonders exactly what Jake has planned.

“First time we’ve been apart since we got engaged…” Jake murmurs into the shell of his ear and he’s reminded just how sweet and sappy Jake can be. “I’m going to make you come so hard and so fast. Then I’m going to spend all day tomorrow keeping you right on the edge… see if we can make a new record.”

“Fuck…” Bradley breathes, because sweet and sappy Jake is also hot and possessive Jake. Bradley lets himself melt and relax under his fingers and lips. “Yes please…”

“Mmm. Thought you’d like that idea. Come on, let me take you to bed.”

… … …

He learnt early on in their relationship that Leo really likes it when Jake marks him up, which is good because Jake has come to really enjoy leaving the marks. Learnt that he can make Leo come even harder if he presses on some marks a little. So he’s started leaving a couple the first time the have sex after they’ve been apart; has caught Leo looking at his reflection and running fingers over the marks with a soft smile on his face. Seeing that had made Jake finally feel like Leo liked the pain, wasn’t just saying words he thought Jake wanted to hear.

“Did you do what I asked?” Jake asks, and he knows Leo will have, he’s never not followed Jake’s suggestions or instructions. But it’s how Leo responds to the question that Jake waits for, to judge just what kind of mood Leo is in. Jake will let it guide him, trusts Leo now to also say what he needs or wants.

“Why don’t you check and find out…”

Little bit bratty it is then, and he’s never spanked Leo, but sometimes he wonders. When he’s slapped his ass in passing, Jake’s definitely noted the sharp inhale, and if he’s looking for it the widening of Leo’s pupils with arousal. Of course, it’s not exactly conclusive evidence but maybe something worth exploring. To talk about when they have more time. Right now though he wants to simply gather him in his arms and sink his cock into him. Leo is so relaxed and trusting, it turns him on more and more each time.

Their clothes get shoved off without any ceremony and he loves that they’re still like this even after three years. He runs a curious finger between Leo’s ass cheeks, feels the flare of the plug, the slickness of lube. Captures Leo’s lips in another kiss, bites at his bottom lip and lets his fingers dig in hard on his hip, savors the prickle of Leo’s moustache against his lip and the jerk of his body toward Jake, savors the way his body jitters a little before he settles under Jake’s hands.

He thinks of the times when he’s tied Leo’s hands with his apron strings, stopping him from touching himself, even though he won’t if Jake tells him not to. Remembers seeing the faint red marks the strings had left afterwards, not deep or cutting, but pressed into Leo’s skin and yeah, he really wants to talk about that as well, when they don’t barely have longer than forty-eight hours together. Right now Leo is shuffling up the bed on his back like an awkward looking crab, trying to push off the blankets with one foot while he reaches for Jake at the same time. Everything they need is already at hand and he follows Leo up the bed, presses him down and licks over a nipple before sinking his teeth in just to the side.

Leo’s body arches off the bed but Jake is used to it now, was already pressing him back and digging his teeth a little harder, feels Leo’s cock jerk against his thigh where he’s grinding against him. Hard and fast. That’s what he promised. He reaches for the pump bottle of lube, gets his hand slick and then wraps it around both their cocks, slotting them together as he shifts and grinds, not letting go from where he’s sucking what will be a purpling bruise on Leo’s chest. One he can suck and press later and make Leo see stars.

“Jake…”

“Uh uh uh… hands above your head baby.”

Leo squirms but does exactly what he asks, there’s no headboard with convenient slats for Leo to slip his fingers around. Instead Jake watches as he grips a pillow tightly, muscles in his arms flexing and he hums his approval, goes back to sucking at the same spot. He pulls back and sits up, stops stroking their cocks and lets go completely, looks down at the flushed splotches all over Leo’s body, mouth slack, eyelids flickering and Jake grips Leo’s hip and digs his fingers in hard before letting go and reaching up to slide two fingers into Leo’s mouth.

“Make them nice and wet for me…”

While Leo sucks on his fingers Jake taps on the base of the plug, a little meanly because he knows it’s resting on Leo’s prostate. Leo’s cock jerks and dribbles a little and Jake knows Leo probably hasn’t gotten himself off for two days; Jake just asked him to try. He’s pretty confident he has maybe done very well.

“You been waiting for this a while?”

Leo nods around his fingers, doesn’t stop sucking and Jake presses a quick kiss to the middle of his chest.

“You’re so good for me…”

Unlike Leo, Jake has come recently, but he’s hard, thinking about what he wants to do. Wants to fuck him until Leo comes. Twice. Hard and fast and then Jake can just lie behind him and grind away, take his time, really drag it out until Leo is almost crying from the overstimulation. He’d promised hard and fast. But he’d kept this up his sleeve, wants to surprise Leo with it because it’s something he’d mentioned in one of their phone calls. They’ve gotten very good at phone sex, but also talking when they’re apart is good too. Let’s them really dig into things sometimes. What they want to do to each other when they’re next together is usually a favorite, especially after they’ve already gotten each other off.

He slides the plug out, gets more lube. Leo was clearly generous but Jake has plans so he uses more than usual and then wipes his hand in the towel. Looks back at Leo to find him being watched under hooded eyes and he slips his fingers out of his mouth and bends down to kiss him, wiping his fingers on the bedsheet. Leo is shifting, getting impatient and he slaps a hand on his hip to still him and Leo’s entire body shudders.

Okay. Definitely talking about that then. Later though.

He urges Leo over onto all fours, urges him to the edge so Jake can stand, knows this is going to be best for leverage and fuck he’s a gorgeous sight, body all flushed, ass in the air, hole slick with lube, shoulders pressed into the bed like he’s already bracing himself and yeah, Jake isn’t going to make him wait. Quickly wipes himself and reaches for a condom when he hears Leo mumble and he pauses.

“I… you don’t… uh… we should talk about that…”

“What?”

“Condoms. I’m… uh.”

Oh.

Jake thinks he gets what Leo is trying to say, but yeah, they should apparently have several more conversations when they aren’t naked and in the middle of sex. He can talk about it though, pretend he is, watch Leo fall apart thinking about it. Knows he can’t see what Jake is doing so tries to be quiet as he tears the foil and slides the condom on.

“You think about me fucking you bare?” Jake asks as he pushes in, and the little high-pitched whine Leo makes telling him more than enough. “So hot and tight around me baby. Feel so good. Always do…”

“Jake…”

“Yeah baby, I’ve got you…” He let’s his fingers grip as hard as he needs to, pulling and holding Leo’s ass and hips as he fucks into him, setting a brutal pace. “You want to feel me come inside you huh? You jerk off thinking about that?”

“Yes.”

Jake groans, thinks about it, thinks about just letting himself come and then going soft while still inside Leo’s body.

“Fuck. Touch yourself… don’t hold back Leo, want you to come as soon as you’re ready. Come on…”

He pulls out every little trick he knows, lets his pace pick up and shifts his angle to ensure the head of his cock is pressing into Leo’s prostate with every inward thrust, his fingers on his hips pulling and holding Leo to him, reaches around and scrapes his nails over one of Leo’s nipples before letting his hand travel around and scrape down the long line of his back, watches the skin turn white from the pressure as he watches Leo’s arm jacking himself off.

“Come on baby… want you to come for me… be good for me now…”

Leo comes with a sob and Jake runs soothing hands down his back and over his hips, lets himself just enjoy the closeness and the feeling of a job well done, a little smug that he knows Leo so well. He pulls out carefully, encourages Leo onto his side and further up the bed, makes a half-assed attempt at wiping away Leo’s come from the bed sheet. His hands are gentle now that he’s left plenty of marks to make Leo happy and for him to pay attention to later.

Now is for him, and as he settles behind Leo and he thinks about the next time he does this, maybe even an early morning, not having to worry about fishing out a condom. Just sliding into Leo’s body and he groans as he pushes back in, rocking his hips in a slower longer drawn-out pace, because he’s going to keep doing this until Leo gets hard again and then, and only then will Jake let himself come.

… … …

“Back with me…?” Jake asks, pressing soft kisses along his hairline and Bradley feels woozy, his blood still far too occupied elsewhere in his body to assist his brain with coherent thought.

“Mmm. If that’s engaged sex I cannot wait for married sex…”

“Baby, we’re like fine wine. We’re only going to get better as we age.”

“You don’t like wine…” Bradley mumbles and feels Jake laugh rather than hears him.

“God I love you.”

“Mmm. Love you too…”

He lies there in the quiet, lets Jake hold him close, obligingly takes sips of water when offered the bottle, can’t help the smile on his face. He’s just so profoundly happy, can’t imagine life getting better than it is right in the moment. His stomach rumbles and he feels Jake laugh again and it’s one of his favorite feelings, Jake holding him and happy.

“I am planning on feeding you. I was hoping to take you out to dinner and introduce you to one of my friends, but she apparently has better things to do. She passes on her thanks and gratitude though, apparently I’m always in a much better mood when I come back from seeing you…”

“Hmm. I wonder why that is.”

“Sounds like something we should look into…”

“Yeah? Do some research?” Bradley asks

“Yeah. Definitely. Come up with a scientific method. Test it over and over…”

“Yeah, okay. Let’s do that.”

THIRTY-SIX

#Season to taste #Hangster #Sereshaw #Top Gun Maverick fanfiction #AU

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