#young guns fanfic

[talesofphantombandits]

Dagger to the Heart ~ Young Guns.

Summary: Bobbie 'Bo' Ryder had quite a simple life before she met Billy and his gang or Regulators, forced to ride with them on their mission for freedom and revenge she will become a loyal regulator herself and also find the best of friends in Doc Scurlock, but best of all? She gets her biggest wish of finding love again, until that too is cruelly ripped away from her again, forcing her to become someone she never thought she would be. A seeker of revenge.

Character Pairing: Chavez Y Chavez X Bobbie 'Bo' Ryder.

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“We need a horse, and a nurse.” 

Bobbie just laughed, looking up at the man on his literal high horse, showing off his power by pointing a gun directly in her face.

“You’re going to have to be nicer to me than that if you want my help.” She had turned to walk away but stopped short when she finally realised that his whole gang had made a circle around her on their horses, hands on their belts. She just scoffed and looked at them all individually as she slowly turned to look back at who she supposed was their leader, but hesitated just about half way when she had locked eyes on one face.

It was only for a second but in that moment she knew everything was about to change.

“I’ll ask again.” He leaned forward in the saddle. ”A horse and a nurse.” 

She sighed, nodding over to where the barn was where at least eight horses were enjoying their supper.

She looked down towards the soft brown dirt then back up to the man who still had the nerve to have his gun pointed at her.

“Wasn’t so hard, was it sweetheart.” He had smirked at her then rode off in the direction she’d nodded in.

“Whoever needs the medical care, follow me.” She started off in the direction of her home, through the gap in the circle where their leader had just been. 

By the time someone had eventually joined her in the kitchen, she had set up a sort of makeshift medical station. Her back was to the door as she poured some alcohol on some cotton, so she had no idea out of all the faces she’d seen who had walked in wounded. 

So when she turned and found the dark haired man she had been drawn to locked eyes with leaning on the door frame she was pleasantly surprised, it was like the air got knocked out of her lungs.

“What’s your name?” She pointed to the chair she had set up by the table for him to sit so she could get started. 

“Chavez.” He winced out in pain but managed to give her a slight smile. “Yours?” 

“Bobbie Ryder but people usually call me Bo” She walked back over to the table and in front of Chavez who had extended his bloody hand out onto the cloth she’d laid down.  She looked at it closely. Gunshot wound, most definitely. “How did you get this?” She looked up to find that he was already staring at her. “Or do I not want to know?” She smiled at him, but it slightly fell at the look he was giving her. 

“Sorry for interrupting but I just wanted to apologise for Billy.” Their heads both shot to the door way where a man now stood with hair the colour of straw, He looked so young and innocent as he fiddled with the bottom of his shirt. “We’ve had a rough past couple of weeks and well he’s not really all there anyway. My names Doc.” 

“Nice to meet you Doc, don’t worry about it. Unfortunately, living out here I’m use to it now.” She set to work cleaning Chavez wound and making sure to remove every tiny bit of shrapnel so it wouldn’t get infected. “So what brings you out here in such a large group?” 

They chatted some more and the boys told her all about their teacher who had been murdered and they were supposed to be the law and arrest all the boys that had committed the crime, but then Billy had taken matters into his own hands and executed them instead. So now they were all on the run. She knew from the moment she’s set eyes on Billy that he was a bad egg and up to no good, and she didn’t like him one bit, she couldn’t wait for him to be off her land. When Bobbie had finished dressing Chavez hand he stood, towering over her. He thanked her but she brushed it off, thanking the both of them for being so well mannered and polite. 

She invited them to dinner, but on the condition that Billy behave himself, and if he stepped one foot out of line in her house they would be out. They all agreed for most of them had already made themselves comfy while he tended to Chavez. She was stood at the stove preparing the stew when she felt a presence behind her, looking over her shoulder she was happy to see it was Chavez. 

"Would you like me to do anything? I mean, you probably just saved my hand from infection, least I could do.” She just smiled at him, surprised that one of them had asked to help her for her hospitality. 

"I'm good. But thank you, it's nearly done anyway." He gave her a faint smile but nodded and started to turn away. "But! if you wanted to keep me company, I wouldn’t say no." She suggested. 

Without a word he turned back around and leaned against the fireplace, silently watching her. "Do you live here alone?" 

Just his presence being around her was so calming, she didn’t even had to look up at him to know that he was staring at her again. "It used to be my husbands house, but now me and my father live here." 

"Use to?" She dared to look at him now. 

She just gave him a sad smile. "He died, Murphys men murdered him. Shot him dead right out there in the barn in front of me." 

He returned her sad smile. "I'm so sorry." 

She shook her head and returned her focus back to the stew. "Nothing could of stopped it, once they have a target in mind they don't stop for anyone." 

Just then the stew started to bubble, meaning that it was ready. As if her father knew, he walked through the door. She informed him of the situation and he didn't mind, all he cared about was getting a good plate of Stew. Once she plated up the dish for everyone she looked around for a spare seat, a happiness and warmth spread through her chest when she found the only one was in the middle of Doc and Chavez. 

The gang had persuaded Bobbie and her father to let them rest for the night, it took many promises from Doc and Chavez to keep Billy and the rest of the gang in check for her to agree, she’d only known the two for a few hours but she knew she could trust them. She brought blankets for them all, they all made makeshift pillows or just did without. The last person she handed a blanket to was Chavez, who had made himself comfortable in one of the bigger chairs. 

"You sure you're going to be comfortable sleeping in that thing?" She pointed to the chair. 

He thanked her for the blanket and nodded. "Believe me, I've slept in worse." She just smiled but nodded and bid him good night. 

She must have laid in her bed for the longest while, uneasy thinking about their guests lying beneath her on her kitchen floor. Her mind travelled to Chavez and how she’d caught him looking at her, she hadn’t thought this way about anyone for a long time, the last time she felt this spark was with her husband, and even that wasn’t this strong. She had finally managed to drift off after what must have been hours, her dreams filled with the man sleeping below her. 

As soon as she had seemingly drifted into a deep sleep, she was startled awake by a sound. 

A gunshot. She would know it anywhere, it haunted her dreams most nights. She willed herself to get up and investigate the source. But as soon as she'd opened her door a gust of burning orange flames greeted her, she unconsciously raised her arms to defend her face, she could feel the lick of heat traveling along her forearms, but no screams could leave her lips. When it had died down a little, enough so she could look out and inspect just how much damage it had caused, she tried to get herself to safety. But she didn't like her chances if the flames had already reached her on the second floor. Just when she thought she was lost, she caught a glimpse of a silhouette rushing up the stairs, the effects of the heat and smoke had started to get to her and it seemed liked it all happened in slow motion, the next thing she knew she was being wrapped her tightly in a blanket. She didn’t know exactly how the piece of cloth was going to protect her but it’s all she had, and she didn’t not have the energy to try something else, so she let the figure drag her to the stairs. Everything was now in full speed as they rushed down the stairs, through the kitchen and out the door, she was surprised as it was still night and the smoke had made it even more harder to see, but as soon as she felt the cool patches of grass on her exposed, probably now burnt feet she knew they had made it out, and it was like a tether back to reality. One she didn’t want to face. 

When the blanket was finally removed and thrown aside, she saw Chavez sit down next to where she was stood. She fell to her knees, then laid on her back to try get some fresher air into her lungs, hoping to replace the black ash that now resided there. She sat up and noticed just how close she'd been beside Chavez, their arms glided against each other. She then looked to the house. The house she had shared with her husband, where good and bad memories had been made, everything she owned, every last piece she had of him was now burning to the ground in front of her eyes. 

Her father! Where was her father? She got up in a daze, not exactly knowing where to start looking but her feet seemed to carry her straight to the barn. The gun shot. That's when something had caught her eye, her vision was still blurred from the smoke but there was no doubt in her mind that there, sticking out of one of the stalls where a pair of legs. As she got closer and the body came more into view, there was no doubt about it, it was her father.  A clear gunshot wound to the head. 

Before she could fall to her knees, someone had caught her.

She faintly heard Doc whisper in her ear. "We need to leave, they could be back any moment to finish us off, you can ride with me." 

The next thing she saw clearly was Doc's silver horse and Chavez standing beside it, ready to help her mount when Doc had gotten comfy. 

Once she was up, she felt and uneasy feeling come over her, one that made her not want to  let go of Chavez hand, he just squeezed her’s gently making her look him in the eye. "You're going to be okay, Doc will take good care of you until we're safe, and I’ll be right behind you the whole way.” 

She nodded the best she could and finally let him have his hand back. She followed him, her eyes fixated on his back all the way to his horse. Doc pulled the reigns and the horse started to walk forward, she wrapped her arms around him and felt the exhaustion wash over her. "It's okay, sleep. I've got you." 

[promisingyounglady]

four eyes. | BF x Reader

PAIRINGS: Bob Floyd x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS: asking bob to make a mess of himself on your face while you wear his glasses? absolutely.

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

WARNINGS: ahem, SMUT, established relationship, profanity, oral (m!receiving), deepthroating, facial, handjob, cum eating, dirty talk, begging, slightly sub!reader, praise, aftercare and such sweet affection from bobby, not proofread and mdni!!, reader is a minx, brief mention of term ‘slut’, size kink, awkward sweetheart w a big dick!bob,

A/N: this is the most filthiest shit I’ve ever written and if you like this ur crazy… *reblogs, comments and likes the post*

“What are you up to?” he drawls, watching carefully as you crawl over his naked midriff and through the sea of bedsheets. Post-sex endorphins were through the roof right now for Bob, a wave of happy tiredness sweeping over the pilot.

You huff, hand outstretched as you reach for Bob's glasses perched on the bedside table.

“I wanna try these on” you say to him, balancing yourself as you try to grab the frames. Bob chuckles, a hand coming to rub your ass lovingly.

You bit your lip to fight the feeling of a grin spreading on your face, the feeling of Bob's soft hands tickling you as you playfully pushed him away, all the while he simply beams at you.

The hand supporting yourself on his hard chest slips, causing you to collapse on top of your boyfriend, your naked breasts brushing over his cock and sending a shiver down his spine.

A firm hand comes to still yourself. “Careful” he says softly, hands warm.

Bob looks over, grabbing the glasses just as you were about to pick them up, and holding them out of your reach. You protest, trying to get ahold of the frames you loved so much. Bob puts them on, allowing himself to properly see his girl.

“You don’t wanna wear these, they don’t look good on anyone. Including me.” he mumbles, adjusting you on top of him.

But you're quick to swipe them off his face, ignoring Bob's laughs when you put the glasses on yourself and straddle his hips. “I like them, they’re cute,” you tell him.

“Well what d’ya know?” Bob utters softly to himself when he sees you, gazing up at his girl wearing the steel rimmed aviators and looking absolutely breathtaking.

“Hi there, four eyes” he chuckles, finding it odd saying a phrase he’s been nicknamed all his childhood. Hell, even Seresin has no problem calling him that to this day.

Bob smiles, strong but soft hands coming to rest on your hips as you sat dangerously close to where his happy trail leads to. Your brows furrowed as you viewed the world through his lenses.

“Jesus, Bob, you really are blind!�� You uttered, looking down at the blurry man seated against the bedpost.

Bob’s become busy at the moment, pressing pecks to your hardended nipples. He simply nods, pretending he’s listening.

“You should go to the eye doctor, honey”

Bob peaks through, giving you a look. “That’s where I got them”

“Hm.”

The room is silent, a soft glow of the afternoon sunlight peeking through the white shutters. You feel the corners of Bob’s lips curling into a smile against your skin, a silent worship to your body.

“You’re so soft.” he murmurs.

“Honey,” you call to your boyfriend.

“Hm?” Bob replies absentmindedly, still brushing his face along your chest, hugging you closer.

You tug on his brown locks, pulling his head from your body and looking down at him.

“I wanna try something.” you grinned, a mischievous glint in your eyes mixed with a bottle of excitement. You quickly press a kiss to his lips.

Bob watches as you pull from his grasp, lips forming a small frown from the loss of contact as you shuffled down the bed so you were now kneeling on the floor by the edge.

Bob looks over at you quizzically, wondering what you were up to before you beckon towards him, ushering him to sit at the edge of the bed.

“Come sit, Robert” you directed, calling him by his birth name to get his attention.

His soft cock limps near his thighs as he adjusts himself, sitting before you in all his naked glory, hair tousled by your hands and a pink blush ghosting his cheeks. His hand comes up to play with your hair, tucking a loose strand behind your ear. You look up in seriousness and confess.

“I want you to cum on these glasses”

Bob stops all motion, hand still tucked behind your ear. The room falls silent.

“What?”

You ignore the bafflement of your crimson cheeked boyfriend, bending down to lick a long stripe up his veiny shaft. A loud moan and harsh tug against your scalp brings you to take him further, almost triggering your gag reflexes. It all happens so fast. Bob mutters incoherently from the sudden gesture, both of you going slightly insane when your nose presses against his pubic bone as tears form near your eyes.

“Baby, hold on a moment, Jesus fuck!”

You’re worried you’re going to make a mess on the floor from the way your slick almost drips from your pussy.

You’ve been thinking of this fantasy for a while if you were to be honest. Bob pulls you back, gasping for air as a proud feeling settles in your chest. It’s not everyday you hear Bob cuss like that.

He’s panting hard, watching as a bit of saliva is smeared on your lips, eyes glossy. Bob sighs in exasperation as you decide to stroke his cock with your hands.

“You gotta let me speak-“

“Please, Bobby” you beg, pressing kisses to the pink tip and relishing in the way you feel him harden in your hand. A loud groan escapes Bob's throat, feeling sensitive despite having had sex the whole afternoon with you.

“I want you to cum while I have your glasses on” you told him, kitten licks getting the best of your boyfriend. “Like in those pornos” you mumble softly, your shy giggles driving Bob insane.

“Nobody says pornos anymore” he mumbles telling you, swallowing hard when you tug on his cock tighter for not responding.

Bob clears his throat. “You, um, want me to give you a facial?” He asks softly, holding onto your hand that's stroking his cock.

You nod eagerly.

“A-Are you sure?” He says, worried that taking him like this is gonna wear you out. In all honesty, the boy can’t help but grow hard at the thought of cumming all over your innocent face, big eyes covered by his glasses milked by his seed.

You nod, excitement and horniness flowing through your body.

“Please, honey, I want you to see me painted” you sighed, thumb brushing over the thick tip, smearing precum over the slit.

Bob thinks he’s gonna cum just from this angle, but he needs you so badly he tries to regain composure. He bends down to kiss you, tasting himself on your lips and letting your face be held in his soft touch. “Let me know if it's too much baby” he addresses in concern, the tears on your cheeks worrying him.

You sniffle, nodding your head to assure him. “Want you so bad, Bobby, let me suck you”

Your last few words are incoherent from the way you let Bob’s big cock stuff your throat, making you gag but desperately hold on. Bob lets go, both hands coming to balance himself on the edge, one gripping the bed sheets.

The sensation is fucking marvellous. You feel so full, loving the way the stretch of your mouth and untouched ache of your pussy turn you cockdrunk on Bob Floyd’s dick.

You look up, desperate to see how he's taking you, wanting to see the expression of him getting the daylights sucked out of him.

Lieutenant Bob ruts his hips pathetically, trying so hard not to make a mess of your mouth and hurt you. His head is pulled back, groans falling from his soft lips as he praises you so good.

“That’s it baby, doing so well for me” he sighs, now two large hands coming to push you a little further, a groan falling from his lips as you take him fully now.

“God, I love you!” he cries out loud, an instinctive response coming from your boyfriend as he caresses your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear. You smile, aviator lenses reflecting the light as your lips are wrapped securely around his dick.

”So pretty, such a pretty girl” he says under his breath, admiring the way your tits bounce along with every stroke on his cock. You gasp, pulling away as you let your fist do the rest.

“I love you too, Bobby” you gasped, looking up to find Bob staring at you intensely, with such a fierce gaze of love, sensuality, and pure awe.

”H-How,” he begins, starting to feel a familiar feeling settle inside him. “How did I get so lucky with you?” He admits, wanting nothing more but to see his cum painting his glasses you’re wearing. He thinks he might just let you have them. Being able to see is overrated anyways.

“I think I’m gonna cum, baby” he lets out, watching as your eyes get eager, adjusting your sore knees so you can get the perfect angle.

“Please baby, give it to me” you begged, pussy so sensitive you have to make sure you hold yourself up enough so the cold wooden floors don’t brush against your folds.

Watching you rub his dick like that, mouth open and face ready is an image Bob will have ingrained in his mind forever, a hot spurt of milky liquid shooting onto your lips as Bob finally gives you what you wanted.

Incoherent mumbles fill the sweaty bedroom, letting one hand cup his balls as the other makes sure to smear the warm fluid all over your lips, glasses starting to get foggy.

“Fucking hell” Bob cries out, spilling your name from his lips like a sacred mantra.

You hum, a wave of both happiness and satisfaction washing over you as you sit in front of Bob’s glory.

You let the man come down from his high, tasting salt and your boyfriend in your mouth. Before you can even clean yourself up, Bob is ripping off the dirtied glasses framing your face, and grabbing you towards him for a passionate kiss. The action makes you dizzy, your red, sore knees almost buckling under.

It’s only a while after when he pulls away, grabbing for a box of tissues near the nightstand and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I’m sorry for the mess” he replies shyly, the image of this tall, naked, handsome, and yet totally awkward giant taking care of you making it all worthwhile.

“It’s okay” you reply, voice hoarse. You couldn’t help but feel happy, even if you didn’t cum (Bob would see to it later of course).

You feel him use the tissues to wipe your chin, face, and tits, or really, what was leftover after you sucked it all up like a slut.

“You’re crazy sometimes, you know that?” Bob mumbles, shaking his head as he smiles at you, his soft touch so rewarding.

You laugh, latching your arms around his neck and letting him hoist you up so easily. His semi-hard cock limps against your stomach, both of you standing up and lips pressing together in another soft kiss.

”Thank you for the most mind blowing head of my life.” He jokes.

”Thanks for the facial” you gleam, sucking your fingers with a pop that makes Bob weak, falling back down on the mattress and taking you with him so you’re straddling him again.

Bob reaches for the glasses, getting a tissue so he could wipe them before an idea pops in your head and you stop him.

You put on the glasses again. He looks up.

“Bobby, where’s the Polaroid camera?”

[friend-lover-traitor-narrator]

Ocean of Love

Ocean of Love | Top Gun Masterlist

Goose, Mav and Carole are a polycule. Then lce comes into the picture and becomes Mav's boyfriend. It doesn't take long until Mav introduces lce to the group.

[etoilesombre]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Black Sails Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Captain Flint | James McGraw/John Silver Characters: John Silver, Captain Flint | James McGraw Additional Tags: BDSM as Character Study, Under-negotiated Kink, Humiliation, Angst, sub!Flint, Insecure Top John Silver, (no but imagine how stressful topping Flint would be), Gunplay, Object Insertion, mention of lots of other kink, Past childhood sexual abuse, Discussion of Past Abuse, past Flint/Hennessey, trauma responses, Sub Drop, Sort Of, Heavy Alcohol Use, Drunk Sex, Oral Sex, thigh fucking, some fluff at the end Series: Part 3 of Kinkmeme-Verse Summary:

Prompt: Flint and Silver fucking, with Flint so deep in subspace he couldn't find his way out if he tried. And then Silver does something unintentional that crashes him out of it. Subdrop, a lot of helpless but caring and trying Silver, bonus points for them finishing sexytimes out of the subspace once they both calmed down. No infantilization or daddy kink please. Can be canon or modern, dealer's choice.

After Charles Town, Silver and Flint become intimately familiar with each other’s pain. A mutually beneficial arrangement helps Flint cope, and provides Silver with a much needed outlet. Eventually, though, difficult memories are brought to the surface, forcing Flint to confront his past. Silver is there to help him pick up the pieces.

[shadofiredragon]

Legends Never Die

{ Hello everyone! Hey look “I LIIIVE!!” I’m so sorry for disappearing. It’s not an uncommon occurrence. I wish it was. I don’t know what’s wrong with me but- I don’t know. I can’t figure out how to fix it. Anyway, thank you so much to @000marie198 for all her help with this story! I hope you all enjoy this next chapter as much as I did! }

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Part 1 ~ Immortal Escape

Chapter 8 - G.U.N’s Secret File

Tails grinned, one leg swinging off the bike as he turned around to face the owner of the voice that had greeted him.

Tails' eyes landed on the hedgehog standing in the doorway. Blue streaked arms were crossed over his peachy chest, but the relaxed posture and lightly tapping foot betrayed the mobian's good mood. Emerald eyes, so vibrant they could have glowed, flicked over the fox and his bike, undoubtedly looking for some reason to be concerned.

Despite the suspicious glances the blue hedgehog wore a broad grin, almost as big as Tails'.

Finally the hedgehog opened his arms to the fox.

"Come on, three months and you're just gonna sit there?"

Tails laughed, happily sliding off the hover-bike and running into the hedgehog's open arms. For a wonderful moment, when the tan arms wrapped around him in a strong embrace, he felt like a kid again.

Though, it probably helped that he'd subconsciously altered form so that he was shorter than normal, his head resting into the hedgehog's chest.

He felt the arms pull him in tighter, the neon blue marks letting off a soft glow.

"I missed ya, bud."

Tails' four tails wagged behind him.

"I missed you too, Sonic."

The heartfelt moment was broken by a robotic voice echoing from an overhead speaker-

"Yes. Good. We have all missed each other. Now that we have had our tender moment- I would like to see the fruits of our labor and insufferable waiting.”

Tails laughed and pulled away from Sonic, who only chuckled.

"I missed you too, Omega," Tails said.

"I do not see how I could have been missed. I have been in contact with you consistently since your deployment. But, to keep on the proper topic, you still have the files concerning... our friend?"

Tails unzipped a pocket on his leather vest and pulled out the same USB drive from before.

"Yup. Got it here."

Sonic nodded, eyeing the USB as he stepped to the side and gestured for Tails to enter the base. A cocky grin came to his muzzle.

"Well, whaddaya say li'l bro? Wanna go see what G.U.N's hiding?"

Tails smirked, drawing back his powers and reverting closer to his actual physical appearance. His fur took on a more gold hue, and he visibly grew until he was just a hair shorter than Sonic. (Tails had mixed feelings about someday outgrowing his older brother.)

"You know I am." Tails said, walking into the base with swift, confident steps.

He heard Sonic flick the garage lights back off, before speedily following.

The base, or the lair (or the happy place- home of ancients- world's worst prison... all names given depending on Sonic's mood) had originally just been a base during the days of Eggman. It was used by the resistance during the war of Infinite as a place to hide refugees and citizens who were unable to join the fight against Eggman's forces.

Since it was so out of the way and not a good spot for resources, or really anything else, it had been left to rot and decay at the bottom of the ravine. It didn't take long before it's existence was almost completely forgotten, save for a handful of survivor's records kept by what was left of the resistance.

Tails had found the aforementioned records and leapt at the chance of having a secret hideout far away from the rest of the world. With many years of hard work, constant upgrading and personalization, they had finally been able to call the base 'home'. And boy what a home it was.

Plenty of space for the both of them, with a ground floor and an upper floor. The upper floor had a total of five rooms, which had most likely been used for meetings since they were fairly small. But after breaking down a couple walls, Sonic and Tails each had their own bedroom, with plenty of space for personal design choices. Tails with a work bench and a lifted bed. Sonic with his power-free treadmill, which was in constant need of repairs, and a bed carved into the shape of a race-car.

The fifth room was too secluded for it to be part of their reconstruction, so they'd put in the effort to install plumbing for a restroom. It payed off. And now only a short stroll along the catwalk would give them easy access to facilities. And because the room was so large, they were able to fit other amenities in there. Such as a coffee pot. Which Tails greatly appreciated.

Downstairs had undergone much construction as well. There weren't as many walls to tear down, since the lower floor was already a wide open space, most likely designed to combat claustrophobia in refugees and volunteers. But since it had been abandoned, Sonic and Tails had nothing but open space to work with, along with the occasional tipped over cot.

Regardless, Tails had been able to outfit the place with varying amounts of technology and home style. Wires and circuits ran along the walls, transferring power and information throughout the base's interconnected systems. Large speakers were installed strategically so as not to be an eyesore, but could also be heard without blowing out his or Sonic's sensitive hearing.

A giant 'hamster wheel', with multiple wires leading from the stand's underbelly, stood up to the left of the room. A walkway's distance away was Sonic's contributions, including a ping pong table, two old arcade games that Tails rewired for limitless gameplay and two leather couches, along with a dilapidated lazy boy, that faced three giant monitors hanging on the wall to the right. Tails would have loved to take credit for the monitors- but he honestly had no idea how Sonic had found them, and had to content himself with connecting the monitors to the rest of his intricate system.

There was also a coffee table, pushed up to the wall underneath the dark monitors, on which rested a microwave still refusing to die. Tails noted that the jar of microwaveable popcorn next to it was empty.

Past the lounge room were two more rooms. To the left a kitchen and to the right Tails' precious lab/workshop. They did have to tear down the wall separating the two rooms, since they wanted a door connecting them (and really didn't need a kitchen half the size of the lounge). So they pushed in the kitchen wall, added a door, and completely redid the kitchen outlay, making it more homey and less industrial, complete with tile floors and wooden cupboards.

To the right of the kitchen door was another door that, of course, led into Tails' lab. And that was where he and Sonic were headed.

The huge room welcomed him with the familiar scent of oil and the low purr of whirring electronics.

It was the second largest room in the house, but with all the scattered experiments, prototypes, five work tables and an overall mess of tools, it really didn't feel much larger than one of the two bedrooms upstairs. Across from the door he'd come through, and past the mounds of junk, was a large desk outfitted with state of the art computers. Their dark screens and humming circuitry just waiting for him.

He flitted past the mess with practiced ease, even after all these months he still knew where every wing-nut and screw was. Sliding into the swivel chair he did a quick celebratory 180 before coming to a perfect stop facing his beloved computers. A wide grin came on his muzzle as he powered them up.

Sonic, though nimble as a cat by nature, had a little more trouble getting through Tails' mess of a workshop. He reached the fox's side after the kitsune had slid the USB into one of the computer ports and opened up the file inside.

Sonic leaned one hand against the desk, the other fisted against his hip as he smirked at the blue computer screens.

"Alright, li'l bro, do your thing."

Tails smiled up at the screens and the files unfolding before him. It felt good to be surrounded by familiar scents and feel the energizing warmth radiating from his brother again. It seemed like it had been ages since he'd last felt that burn of energy filling the air around him.

Although. He thought, mind wandering back in time a few days. There was that moment in the city...

He shook his head. He'd probably been imagining things. Besides, now wasn't the time to think about that.

He stretched his fingers out in front of him, the knuckles popping and cracking.

"Okay G.U.N." His expert fingers flew effortlessly over the keyboard, his four, long tails swishing absently behind him as he worked. "No more secrets."

~•~•~•~

Sonic tossed a rubber ball up into the air above his head, catching it smoothly when it came back down. He'd found himself a spot on one of Tails' tinkering tables and after sliding a host of metal gizmos out of the way, laid himself down on his back, one hand tucked behind his head. It wasn't terribly comfortable, but it wasn't especially un comfortable either.

No, not uncomfortable.

He tossed the ball. Again he caught it.

Bored.

Bored bored bored. That's what he was.

He'd been so relieved and excited when Tails was finally on his way back home. Sonic finally thought that they'd be able to do something!

But since arriving, the fox hadn't moved from his station at his computer desk. He'd explained that some of G.U.N's older files were encrypted. There was some other mumbo jumbo about how hard it was to access the files, but Sonic couldn't remember all the weird words Tails had said.

So here he was. A hedgehog literally brimming with energy and he had nothing to do but wait for Tails to finish a task already hours in.

Sonic caught the ball again before turning his head to look at his brother's back and the four golden-furred tails twisting absently behind him.

"How much longer?" He asked.

Tails' ear flicked in his direction and he earned a sidelong glance that gave Sonic a very clear message that Tails was immeasurably unamused. However, Sonic got the feeling that the withering look was more on account of the hedgehog helping himself to the table than his pestering question.

Tails turned back to the screen.

"Be patient. It'll be done when it's done."

Sonic sighed, crossing one leg over a propped knee and bouncing the planted foot up and down. Good thing the table was firmly settled, or the rocking motion would've certainly set Tails off. Unfortunately, it didn't help with the incessant tapping.

"Sonic, if you're feeling restless go run on your wheel."

Sonic bit back a bitter scoff, snatching the ball out of the air in an aggressive swipe.

He didn't want to run on the stupid wheel. He wanted to go out and help people! Help his friend. He wanted to do something, something important. The itch to be active was unbearable. So far he'd fought it off by reassuring himself that it wouldn't be long before Tails completed his undercover mission. Then, he'd told himself, he could do something.

But here he was. Still doing nothing.

He didn't realize his foot had begun to tap faster.

"Sonic," Tails sighed, turning his chair around to face the hedgehog, one hand rubbing his forehead. "Go run on your wheel."

Sonic sat up, tossing the rubber ball back and forth between hands, intermittently giving it a squeeze.

"The wheel won't help," he whined.

"I designed it specifically so it would help," Tails pointed out.

Sonic rolled his eyes. "I know that. But this is different! I need to go out. I need to do something about this!"

Tails pointed up at the screen on the desk. There was a page with a gray loading bar, displaying that whatever was being processed was about three quarters of the way done.

"Look, Sonic. It's almost done. Once I have the location we can start working on a breakout plan. And as soon as it's finished I promise you'll be the first to know."

"That is a false assumption. Since I have been integrated into the computer system I would be the first to be alerted to the decryption." The familiar robotic voice came from a speaker somewhere above them out of sight.

Tails pinched the bridge of his snout. "Yes. Thank you for correcting me, Omega."

"The second to be alerted would most likely be the kitsune. Since he is at his station and would first see the notification that the task had been completed."

"Thank you, Omega," Tails sighed.

"That would mean that the hedgehog would be the third and last of our party to be alerted."

"Omega! Thank you for clarifying- but I don't think it's necessary to continue to elaborate."

"Noted. I simply did not wish for our friend to be misinformed."

Sonic snickered, "Thanks, pal. But I think Tails meant it figuratively."

"Ah. This strange form of sarcasm you organics often use. I shall store this as another example of figurative speech."

Sonic gave the ceiling a thumbs up. "Good idea."

The conversation had helped to ease the restlessness in his chest. But now that it was over, Sonic could quickly feel it coming back to him and he couldn't stop his foot from tapping once again.

"Sonic, go run on the wheel." Tails commanded, crossing his arms.

"Since when do you tell me what to do?" Sonic protested, squeezing the ball in one hand and crossing his own arms. The blue stripes glowed indignantly.

"Since you stopped listening to reason."

An electric sound, comparable to a robotic laugh, sounded from the speakers.

"Sonic the hedgehog? Reason?"

Tails chuckled and Sonic smiled at the sound.

"Fair enough," the kitsune said, still smiling. "All the same, I can't stand you sitting over there driving the both of us crazy with your constant nervous fiddling." He waved one hand towards the lab exit as he spun back towards the computer. "So please, please, go take it out on the wheel."

Sonic sighed but obediently slid off the table and walked towards the living room, waving half-heartedly to the fox.

"Fine, fine. But the moment that thing is done you'll come tell me?"

Tails nodded with an assuring, "Mm-hmm."

"I will attempt to make you the second sentient being in this facility to be alerted."

Sonic chuckled, tossing the ball into the air again as he exited the lab.

"Thanks big guy."

"You are welcome."

Sonic tossed the rubber ball over the back of a couch, his sharp ears hearing a cushioned 'thud' when it landed.

Fists on his hips, he parked himself in front of the giant steel wheel, looking the contraption up and down as if challenging it. With a disgruntled grunt he bent over and began his routine stretches. Even the immortal super-sonic hedgehog found wisdom in warming up his muscles before exercising them.

"Sonic?" Omega's voice sounded from the wall directly next to the running wheel. Tails had installed an easy-to-access communication system there when he'd first built the wheel, just in case.

Sonic stretched an arm over his head. "Yeah, 'Mega?"

"When the encrypted files have been cracked..."

The robotic voice paused, piquing Sonic's curiosity.

"When the files have been cracked..?" He goaded, grabbing an ankle and pulling it behind him.

"Do you think that we will then know his location?"

Sonic chuckled, hopping up and down to loosen up. "I mean, that's kinda been the whole point."

"I am aware. But..."

Sonic jogged in place, a flicker of excitement lighting in his chest at the movement. "But what? We'll finally be getting him back and hopefully be putting G.U.N back in their place at the same time."

"Yes. But I am... Wary?"

"Of what?" Sonic asked, stepping into the steel contraption and beginning to turn the wheel at an easy walk, "You worried we're gonna be gettin' in over our heads? Cuz trust me there's no need to worry about that. Between Tails' genius and my skills, we'll be makin' it look easy."

"It is not yours or the fox's capabilities that I am concerned about..."

Sonic sped up to a light jog, the wheel spinning soundlessly around him. Machinery hummed beneath the wheel as it turned faster.

"C'mon, 'Mega, spit it out. You know I'm not one to beat around the bush."

"Very well. I must ask that you do not try to lie or fool me on this hedgehog... I am aware of what my- history - entails... do you think... It is a wise course of action to have me be a part of this mission? Considering... my... history..?"

Sonic slowed down a little, his brow furrowing.

"Omega- are you worried about him seeing you again..?"

A static sound. "Invalid conclusion. It would be impossible for anyone to be able to see me in this state. Considering I no longer possess a physical body-"

"Omega," Sonic interrupted, voice stern, "Don't avoid the question." Sonic sped up, only because he knew he needed to release more energy. "Are you worried about meeting him again?"

A pause that lasted far too long.

Sonic sighed. "If you don't want to answer me then fine. But I will tell you this-" he pushed himself to run faster. "Both me and Tails are here for you. You're family. And family doesn't turn their backs on one another."

"You and Tails are... Different. It is not for you to be offended by what I have done."

Sonic rolled his eyes.

"Omega, you need to put more faith in our friend. If your roles were swapped, would you be forgiving?"

"I do not know...”

Sonic was quiet at that. The wheel soundlessly turned around him as he pushed 200 miles per hour. At these higher speeds he began to feel the energy draining from his body, pulled into the machinery below him. He shook his head, dismissing the unnerving feeling with practiced ease.

"Well, that sounds like something you need to work on." Sonic huffed. "But I honestly think you're overreacting."

Another pause.

"Sonic... I-"

" It's done! "

Sonic's head jerked towards Tails' excited voice. The Kitsune ran out of his lab with several papers, most likely printed from his computer, in his hands. His tails wagged in excitement behind him as he held out the papers to be viewed.

"We've finally done it! We have complete access to G.U.N's file!"

Excitement sparked alive in Sonic's chest and he leapt off the wheel mid-stride, leaving it to spin behind him as he darted to Tails' side.

"And what'd you find?! What'd you find?!" He asked eagerly, peering over the Kitsune's shoulder at the papers.

Tails grinned up at his older brother.

"What we've been looking for all this time! The location of Project Shadow!"

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[two-bit-too-high]

Hello!

I write fanfics in my spare time and would love it if someone or anyone would give me prompts!

Just some ground rules because ✨boundaries✨

I don't do smut just not my style soz

Nothing creepy like under age or student x teacher situations

Fandoms I write for!

The Lost boys

Young guns

Flatliners

Supernatural

The outsiders

Bill and Ted's excellent adventure

Arcane

X-Men

Marvel

(I'll add more if I gain anymore hype fixations)

So yeah if you think of anything send it my way folks! Thanks!

[mqverick]

Waking On Air || chapter 5

It was ironic, honestly, how you managed to get back with Tom, but had the person who’d gotten under your skin eventually steer clear of you. Maverick; the daily thrill of your day, the annoying little parasite you couldn’t scratch off your body, the person who wouldn’t leave your side for a moment had been ignoring and breaking your heart for what was nearly a week.

At first, you’d barely noticed. Preoccupied with how you’d somehow managed to put your joy second for once again in order not to hurt Tom, you’d missed how Maverick would instantly change paths if he was walking the same direction as you. It began being clear, though, a couple of days later.

Like the refrain of a sappy heartbreak song, it physically burned you to come into realization with the fact that Pete Mitchell had stopped showing signs of interest in you and it had you puzzling yourself over what you’ve done wrong.

The sudden change of his behavior ended up affecting you more than your mind could possibly imagine. Your eyes drooped with sleep, skin pale as you forced yourself to walk into Viper’s office, legs and heart heavy. Sure, you weren’t stupid; you knew that all the exhaustion had ruined your performance, constantly getting called off your aircraft and aborting missions.

Part of you knew exactly what you were going to get told, word by word — but the other part chose to not expect anything. Your plane was all that could get you through miserable conditions such as the current one and you couldn’t bare to get grounded or even worse, suspended.

The words that came out of Viper’s mouth came as no surprise to you, yet still managed to make your knees weaken, uncomfortably cleaning your throat as he dismissed you. Your fingers rolled into fists, digging deep into the sides of your uniform as you bit back an entire breakdown that was hanging on from a thin thread.

You’re grounded, Lieutenant.

He’d promised it’d only be for a small amount of time, until you’d come back to your senses and would be able to perform again, but it’d cut deep through your already stretched out and bruised ego.

“Roger?” a familiar soft voice called from behind you, causing you to turn around slowly. You came face to face with a very worried-looking and confused Maverick; his brows cocked in attempt to read your stiff expression. You tried to speak to him, but found your voice dying down between chokes that accompanied tears. After glancing around reluctantly to make sure no one else was passing by, you lunged your body forward, hitting Maverick’s chest with a slight bump, burying your head in his neck and clutching your arms around his shoulders. Crestfallen, you dampened the fabric of his own uniform with your sobs, only just realizing how powerful the overstimulation you’d been holding back had gotten.

Maverick was hesitant to touch you at first. He didn’t much know what to do with himself — it was the first time you’d ever touched him as well (besides the occasional punches in his shoulders for being a jackass) — but as the lavender scent from your shampoo filled the air, his arms encircled your waist gently, holding you with so much warmth and fear at the same time; as if you were expensive china he’d be petrified to break.

His heartbeat was beating so loud that his brain was getting dizzy by the sound of his blood pumping through his veins. Having you in his embrace spoke volumes, making him melt in a puddle. It scared you to admit that your body was having an experience same to his.

The hug was tentative at first but gradually grew more secure as your sobs eventually came to an end, eyes dry and puffy. You wanted to let go of the pilot’s enveloping embrace, even though not a single muscle moved when the message was delivered to your nervous system.

“‘M sorry,” your voice was muffled by his shoulder and you finally found the courage to pull away from him and take him in, the hypnotized and sort of dumb look on his face. The corners of your lips curled into a tiny smile, which he mirrored as he unintentionally ran his hands up your back, exploring the feel of your uniform against his calloused palms, until they stopped at your shoulder blades, suddenly making him a lot jumpier than before. He quickly took a few steps back from you, causing your little grin to drop.

“I have to go,” he blurted out in a rush, almost running into a wall as he fastened his pace, walking away from you. Your heart ached as you watched him leave — the same way he’d felt when he had to watch you do the same thing to him back when you’d met with him at the cliffs.

A little sniffle, a tear escaping as you wiped it away, not knowing what to do with yourself. How had it gotten like that?

The slanting rays of the setting sun gave a warm orange tinge to the sky, as you tiredly gazed outside of your window, chin propped on your hands. The boredom was killing you slowly along with the package of unanswered questions of why Maverick was going through such a hard time with you. The phone was ringing and you were pretty sure it was your boyfriend calling you to ask if you’d like to come over to his place, but you already knew what your answer would be.

It shot arrows through your heart; having to pretend around Tom. He was such a kindhearted man and he deserved so much better than you, you just wished you had the courage to tell him.

An unexpected face popped up on your window and you jumped behind, almost hitting your head on the coffee table, hand over your fast beating heart. It was Goose, with a wide smirk on his face, snickering at your reaction. He motioned you to open the window and you did, still sort of shaking thanks to the fright he gave you.

“‘Ey, there,” he mocked in a British accent.

“Get lost, Bradshaw.”

Goose placed a hand over his heart, too, pouting in fake sadness. “Your words wound me, Lieutenant.” You rolled your eyes and slightly pushed him away, trying to hold back a laugh.

“What happened, Goose?”

“You and Mav,” he replied almost immediately, causing your eyebrows to raise in confusion. “Well, as mentioned before, you guys are my second family, aside from my baby boy and Carole, and having to watch both of you look so ridiculously miserable when you obviously both have the hots for each other kind of frustrates me.”

You cringed at the word ‘hots’, knowing your feelings for Maverick had moved far past that line. “We’ve talked about that before, Goose.”

“Yeah, I know,” he dismissed with a sad smile, placing his hand on your arm, holding you softly as he carefully caressed the fabric of your thin black shirt. “What I also know, though, is that aside from what your façade shows in public, you both have no balls to face your feelings, ergo me intervening.”

“Even if I wanted to talk to him,” you hummed quietly, looking down at your feet, “he’s been fucking avoiding me as if I’ve got leprosy.”

Goose chuckled. “I think you might be forgetting that I have his address,” he suggested, slipping a small, crumbled piece of paper into the pocket of your sweatpants, then proceeded to mess your hair up goodbye with some poor excuse of having to leave and that the decision was yours to make.

You reached into your pocket and unfolded the little paper, staring blankly at it for a moment.

Maverick was minding his own business when he heard an unexpected trail of shaky knocks on his door. It’s late, he thought, rubbing his eyes open as he walked towards the door, opening it while trying to regain consciousness from being half dozed off. “Goose, I swear to God—”

“Try again,” he heard a feminine voice chirp, his eyes suddenly wide open, pupils blown away in shock — and confusion — as he stood frozen, gaping at your frame. He looked so priceless you almost felt sorry for surprising him like that.

“Roger?” he questioned with a slight voice crack.

“Aren’t you letting me in?”

“Uh, yeah, of course.” Maverick moved aside, inviting you in as he shut his door. He was afraid that you weren’t real; that this was all part of a dream he’d wake up from feeling lightheaded again, was terrified of moving any muscle of his body that could potentially ruin the dream and make you disappear from in front of him.

“I’m sorry for showing up like that,” you apologized, looking everywhere but at him.

“It’s okay, you know I don’t mind,” his response came quick along with a sharp intake of breath. Sputtering and struggling to find the words — or even get his mind think straight for that matter — Maverick scraped a hand through his un-gelled, short hair and opened his mouth. “How did you, uh, how did you know where I live?”

You chuckled, wanting to give him the same stern-looking smirk he’d been giving you since the first time you saw him. You’d never come across through such a fidgety version of Maverick before and you were terribly tempted to give him the worst time, turn his face crimson, but you opted to be civil about it.

“Not the only one who’s got the monopoly of barging into people’s houses anymore, huh? I’d keep an eye on your title if I were you, Lieutenant Mitchell.” Maverick eased, smiling a little at your joke. He offered you a glass of water (and the leftover vanilla cake Goose had made for him in the weekend), then sat down with you on his couch. “Seriously, though, I just wanted to apologize for whatever I’ve done that’s driven you away. It’s been eating my head all week.”

Maverick shifted nervously and you bit the inside of your cheek, scared you’d hit a nerve. A long, loud sigh from both of you — and then he was looking at you straight in the eyes, fingers tangled his in dog chains.

“You haven’t done anything wrong,” he murmured lowly, swallowing around the lump in his throat. His tongue darted out to wet his dry lips and you couldn’t help but feel guilty about how he lacked of that Maverick bit about him.

“Then how come you avoid me every time we’re in the same room, Pete? We’re all in the same academy, one way or another you’d eventually be forced to talk to me anyway.”

“Isn’t that what you wanted in the first place?” You scrunched your nose in confusion, cocking your head to the side. Maverick turned his body to you, facing you completely. “Not to talk to you all the time? Not bother you, not be up your ass? It would make Kazansky uncomfortable.”

“For fuck’s sake,” you exhaled in exhaustion, massaging the spot between your eyebrows. Had he been that upset because of Tom? “This entire time you’re telling me that you’ve been treating me as a deadly disease because you’re suddenly oh, so kind to not mess with Tom and me?”

Maverick bunched his hands in fists and brought them up on his forehead, leaning towards his knees. “It’s not a ray of sunshine to watch you be every second of the day around him, you know.”

“He’s my boyfriend, Pete, what the hell am I supposed to do — stab him repeatedly in the chest and then leave him a note saying how he should take me out on that fancy restaurant around the corner?!” You instantly regretted the tone of voice you’d adopted, curling back into the couch until your back hit the arm. “Look, all I’m saying is that maybe you should give up on me.”

A profound emptiness opened up inside him, threatening to swallow him whole, his heart feeling as if it was getting squeezed. “I don’t want to.”

Your pupils widened, cheeks scorching under the dim lighting of Maverick’s living room. It was exactly what you’d been dreading to hear and what you prayed not to come out of his mouth at the same time — it caught you so off guard that you thought you were having a near heart attack experience. You crossed your legs, tapping your fingers on the top of your knees in prevention of grabbing his face and smashing your lips against his without thinking about the consequences.

“What do you mean you don’t want to?”

You knew precisely what he meant, yet your mind was spinning, dizzy by his words, lost in his eyes and intoxicating smell. Maverick scooted closer to you, bumping the heel of his foot against yours.

“I mean I don’t want to,” he repeated, voice lower than the first time, adopting a shy tone. There it was again; the Mitchell charm you’d missed about him, the slight teasing, the smirk, the look on his face that made you ascend. “Do you want me to give up on you?”

No, never, don’t you dare give up on me. You simply stared at him, so breathless, so out of your comfort zone, so speechless. He looked angelic and his words were getting your body to reach inhuman temperatures — you thought you’d die if he kept looking at you like that. Your lips parted, wanting to reply to him, because — god — had you been looking stupid enough standing there in front of him like a statue. Maverick grazed the tip of his fingers against yours, waiting patiently for any reaction. His thumbs traced your knuckles in a silent confession — he couldn’t let all of it out yet, it was too soon and he didn’t want to risk getting the remains his already broken heart completely shattered.

You couldn’t get any words out of your mouth, which was frankly becoming quite embarrassing. In that moment, only the two of you existed, leaving the rest of the world in a blurry fade; it was just you and Maverick and thousands of loud, yet unspoken words in between.

“Maverick,” you eventually breathed, but your voice muted when you realized how close he’d gotten, his forehead almost touching yours as he tested the waters and slowly began leaning in. Your eyelids shut instantly, eyes rolling at the back of your head as you felt hot puffs of air against your skin. Warmth pooled between your thighs, lips aching to touch his very kissable ones, but you couldn’t. A finger came up against them instead, slowing him down— but didn’t stop him from pressing a kiss on the pad of it.

You were sure you’d asphyxiate yourself by not allowing yourself to breathe normally — or at all, for that matter. You leaned your head against his, eyes still closed. “We can’t,” you whispered with a heavy heart and felt him sigh.

“Why not?”

“You know why,” was your answer, even though you yourself hadn’t had the slightest idea of what you were talking about. Not kissing him had been the hardest task you’d ever executed (suddenly losing your life in the pre-flight seemed like a sweet idea) and you hated yourself for it. You hated breaking Maverick’s heart again and again.

“Roger…”

“When I first met you,” you muttered quietly with a relaxed smile, “I thought you were the most arrogant and pompous person I’ve met.”

You heard him chuckle, the sound of his laughter jumpstarting your heart in the most beautiful way possible. “Is that so?”

“Mhm, yeah. Never thought a human with an ego bigger than his actual physical height existed. You probably proved me wrong.” You took your sweet time with finally pulling away from him, bringing your palm against his cheek.

“D’you still think that?” Maverick asked innocently, leaning towards your touch.

“Kind of.” He was everything you hated and loved. Pete Mitchell was the only person in your life that made you lose control, that had you falling into an abyss without reaching anything. “Pete?” you spoke his name softly, removing your hand from his face.

“Yeah?”

You got up from your seat, walking towards his door and opening it. Just before you were about to leave, you stopped to look at him, nervousness pulsing through your veins with every beat of your heart. “Don’t give up on me yet.”

chapter 6

tags:

@holishol

@iheqrtaustin

@lemmons1998

[queenlakiefer]

Watched The Cowboy Way (1994) last night and I can’t get this scene out of my head…the smut possibilities are endless 😩😍🥵❤️

Never wrote smut fanfiction before but might have to make an exception…don’t know if I will be any good at it but will give it ago 😅😍

[saynomorefic]

Wille has a debt to settle with Micke, and encounters his son instead.

AKA my organized crime au ft. drug dealer Wille and Hillerska student Simon. I'm sorry. It just happened.

It only took a few days for Wille to find his answers, and he learned that the boy was mostly telling the truth. He waited outside the small house, the morning chill nipping at his fingers, until the mother came out in scrubs. An hour or two later, the boy and his sister traipsed out of the house, clad in school uniforms and carrying backpacks. Hillerska kids, he quickly realized. They were far from the type. Wille concluded, then, that the boy and his sister must be exceptional in some way.

Warnings fo violence, sexual references, guns, drug use etc. READ THE TAGS.

[talesofphantombandits]

Dagger to the Heart ~ Young Guns. Chapter 2

Summary: Bobbie 'Bo' Ryder had quite a simple life before she met Billy and his gang or Regulators, forced to ride with them on their mission for freedom and revenge she will become a loyal regulator herself and also find the best of friends in Doc Scurlock, but best of all? She gets her biggest wish of finding love again, until that too is cruelly ripped away from her again, forcing her to become someone she never thought she would be. A seeker of revenge.

Character Pairing: Chavez Y Chavez X Bobbie 'Bo' Ryder.

Masterlist Here! Part One here!

Taglist ~

Bobbie woke with a start.

Disoriented she tried the best she could to take in her unfamiliar surroundings. It was light but she could tell it was late morning, sitting up on her elbows all she could see was sand and weeds covering the ground in all directions, this wasn't home. Where the hell was she? It took her a minute or two to stop the panic that had set in, things started to come back to her, the regulators, the fire, her father laying dead in the stables. God her poor father. 

"Hey." Startled she whipped to her left. "You okay?" 

All she could do was stare at the blonde man that was stoking the fire in front of him, for the life of her she couldn’t think of his name. “What?”

It was only then she had noticed someone out the corner of her eye heading her way, when she looked up Chavez was just kneeling down to her eye line, his arm outstretched. She was honestly surprised that she’d been able to remember his name but not the other mans. She took him in for a moment, she noticed his eyes, brown almost hazel in colour but they held such intelligence. Safe to say she was mesmerised, when she had found herself back to reality she finally looked down at the battered metal cup in his hand, she'd been that distracted that she hadn't even noticed how parched she was, so she gratefully took the water. Chavez almost cracked a smile at her, admiring the way she gulped the liquid down but he made sure to hide it. 

"We only stopped for a rest, I'll get the horses ready." With that Chavez walked away, it took everything in Bobbie not to burn a hole into the back of his head, for she was sure he would be able to sense it.

"You didn't answer my question." She turned back to where blondie had been sat observing the entire encounter between her and Chavez.  Doc! that was his name! He was now fully focused on sharpening his blade.  

She just looked at him confused. "Sorry what?" 

Doc focused his gaze back to Bobbie. "I asked if you were okay, you look startled.” He gave the blade one last strike against the stone before burying the tip into the soft sand and chucking the stone aimlessly behind him. "but to be fair, can't say I at all blame you it's been a rough night."

She smiled at him, all that effort just to ask if she's okay. "I'm fine, I think. A little disoriented after every thing but I've been through worse plus, some of the company isn’t so bad.” Doc nodded in understanding. "I'll be fine, thank you though.” 

Just as he was about to say something else they both heard two people bickering, one of which sounded frantic. It was coming from just around the corner of a big rock to their right, both Doc and Bobbie stood up to see what was happening. Chavez had already beaten them there and was trying to calm the situation down but to no avail, Charley just kept walking in circles and ranting over and over again.

The only word Bobbie could make out was 'hanging', at this point she had no idea exactly what she'd gotten herself into but she sure was about to find out. Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse Steve brought over Billy which made Charley freak out more. She hadn't even been around Billy for more than a day but there was just something about him that she already detested. And she was right, straight away Billy was describing hangings that he'd been witness to and of course Charley was incredibly distressed and getting worse, Billy even went as far to tell him that he most likely would be caught and hanged, just to rub salt further into the wound he also started to laugh in his face.

Bobbie had, had enough. "Hey Billy, why don't you cool it down a bit huh?" He gave her a look, one that she didn't like at all, one that instilled fear into her.

"Why don't you just keep your mouth shut huh? You're not apart of this gang little girl." He started to move towards her but to her surprise Chavez stepped in front of her.

"Billy." Chavez warned in a low tone. He backed off, but not without glaring at Bobbie who was peaking over Chavez's very wide shoulder. 

“Why is she still here anyway? All she is is a bother, if anyone is going to get us killed it’s her!” Bobbie bolted past Chavez, determined to rip Billy’s face off, but Chavez’s reflexes where faster and he caught her by the waist and held her tight against his chest. 

To Bobbie’s surprise it was Doc that spoke up this time. “She lost everything because of us, what were we going to do? Just leave her in the middle of no where without family or a place to live?” 

Billy just scoffed. “She’s not our responsibility, if she slows us down or gets us in trouble I’ll kill her myself.” He seemed to drop it after that and walked over to Charley to continue their conversation.

It was only then that Bobbie realised that Chavez was still holding her, she couldn’t help but to notice how warm and comforting it was to be so close to him. But as soon as the thought entered her brain, he’d let go and started walking away.

They'd finally decided to treat Charley to one final good day, just incase they did get hung. Bobbie felt awkward at first walking into the bar, the girls walked around, shoulders exposed and low, very low necklines. She had sat down next to Doc, Chavez passing them, sitting down at the other table across from them with his back against the wall. A brunette rushed over to him, sitting behind him and immediately draping her hands all over his shoulders and chest. Bobbie tried her hardest to not look at them, she could feel something stirring in her but she tried to push it all down, she had no right to get possessive over him, they hadn't even known each other 24 hrs yet, what right did she have? What she didn't know was that Doc had clocked her stare at Chavez and smiled to himself, he knew exactly what that look meant.

Bobbie had been so distracted by Chavez and the lady hanging on to him that she hadn’t even noticed the tension rise in the room when Billy had walked himself over to the unknown man. Only realising the peril they could be in when Doc and Steve both took out their guns and laid them on the table, almost in sync. Doc as if sensing her discomfort did his best to give her a smile that was meant to calm her nerves, it did anything but.

“I would sure like to touch the gun that’s going to kill Billy the kid.”

Billy was going to get them all killed.

“I heard this Billy the Kid has a way with the woman.” She hadn’t meant to scoff out loud, in fact she only knew she had when all heads turned in her direction. 

Luckily for Bobbie, Billy didn’t like when the attention was taken away from him for too long and continued with his doomed teasing of the bounty Hunter.

But Bobbie found herself once again distracted by the man sitting opposite her. In order to concentrate on the escalating situation behind him, he’d finally shooed the letch from the tight grip she had on his shoulder, Bobbie’s vision of Chavez was blocked only for a moment while the female walked past her, no doubt to find another willing male to latch onto. But the moment her sight was cleared again she found Chavez was already staring at her, in those matter of seconds he’d lifted his head and their eyes had met, he lifted the glass up to his lips and took a swig of his drink, never breaking the contact until he heard the fatal words come out of Billy’s mouth.

“Hey! I see him!” He pointed to himself in the mirror. “There! There’s Billy the kid!” Bobbie couldn’t help but roll her eyes and lean back, defeated in her seat, if a bounty Hunter didn’t come and kill this stupid kid soon she had half the mind to do it herself.

The man wasn’t having it though, he just thought he was being a stupid kid and was teasing him, if only he knew. When Billy started to whistle that’s when she knew this was going to go sour, and she was right. Trying to shoot Billy the man didn’t succeed for Billy had taken out all his bullets when the man had stupidly handed Billy his gun to look at, he tried several times but all that was heard were clicks. Then Billy pulled his gun, Bobbie will never forget the look on the man's face when it dawned on him that he was about to die.

He shot him, and that was it for Bobbie. After everything she’d been through she couldn’t take it so she stormed out and hoped that no one would follow her. But she would be disappointed, she could hear Doc calling after her as she marched her way to the horses. When she turned to look at him she could see that not far behind him was Chavez who was also walking towards her but he was walking a lot slower and definitely stalling to catch up to her. 

“Let me guess, it was Billy that started all this in the first place?” Doc didn’t say anything but he stopped short in his tracks which was a dead give away. “How can you stand him? He’s so insurable.” 

Doc looked confused and lost for words. "He sometimes has a point though, they killed our mentor, at first I didn’t agree. In fact I’m not sure what I think and feel right now but it’s happening and all we can do is go along with it.” 

She was pacing in front of the horses now. "And that justifies killing more people? That just makes you as bad as them!"  

"Bo." His soft voice stopped her in her tracks, she looked over to where Chavez was now stood next to Doc. "It's gone too far now, we have to see this through. Me and Doc definitely agree with you, but we've done too much and Billy isn't going to stop until he's satisfied. Murphy's men are definitely not going to stop hunting us until they see us shot or hung." He then turned to Doc, putting his hand on his closest friends shoulder squeezing it to reassure him, he gave a nod which made Doc sigh and he began the walk back to the bar. 

Chavez watched until Doc was out of earshot. "I can take you to the nearest town if it'll make you feel safer, i'm sure we can find you a decent hotel." 

She thought about it deeply, she had nowhere to go, no friends, no family and no place to call home. If she had also been a target because they were with her in her house then she too was probably being hunted. "I have nothing." She dryly laughed. "You guys are kind of the only thing I know right now, they also burned my house down and killed my father, which probably means i'm also a target right?" 

"You are more than welcome to stay with us and i'll do my best, I mean me and Doc will do our best to keep you safe but you must know we can't promise your safety."  Bobbie's heart fluttered, maybe staying with them was the best thing, even if it would just be to stay close to Chavez and Doc. 

She never got to say what she wanted as Charley screamed for his life. “IT’S JOHN KINNEY!”

Chavez rushed past her to untie his horse, she was too shocked to move. Everything was moving too fast. He jumped up onto the horse seamlessly and reached his hand down to Bobbie. 

“You can ride with me.” 

[promisingyounglady]

stranger. | BB x Reader

SYNOPSIS: drunk hookup, no names exchanged, bradley is a pussy eating king.

PAIRING: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

You pant, breathing heavily

“W-What’s your name again?”

A head pops up from in between your legs, giving you a sight that makes you delirious from the sheer sexiness of it all.

He’s golden, the warm light from the bedside table lamp, casting a glow on his pink cheeks. Dog tags hang from his collar bones.

He’s got pretty eyes, a strong nose and a shit-eating grin covered by a mustache that’s dripping in your slick.

You hadn’t even had time to even exchange names, only knowing that you were mutual friends of Jake who met at tonight’s party. One too many shots later and you’re here getting eaten out by a fighter pilot you don’t even know the name of.

He comes forward, leaning into your breath as he mutters softly. “Bradley. Bradshaw.”

You moan, feeling how his hands slide up your body as he utters his name, embarrassingly squirming under his touch.

“Say it back” He requests, deep brown eyes gazing into yours.

You oblige, moaning his name in a breathless whisper.

“Bradley”

He smiles, kissing you to shut you up before he goes down back in between your legs, pecks littered against the flesh of your inner thighs.

“Say my name and then ask me to eat you out”

You almost can’t believe your ears. You look down, gripping the sheets as you stare the smug bastard down.

“Nicely” he adds, pressing a kiss to your puffy clit as he smirks.

You throw your head back, eyes shutting as you mumble embarrassingly. “Eat me bradley”

His hands roam to your tits, giving them a squeeze

“Louder” he replies, muffled as he’s concentrated in stuffing his face in your vagina, choosing to give small unsatisfying licks until you say it properly.

You cry out, chest rising. “Eat me out, Bradley” you grit, moaning when he finally swipes his nose along your pussy, giving you what you want.

“I don’t like you.” you huff, glaring at the head of hair you’re running your hands through.

You feel him smile against your mound, coming up to snarkily change the topic.

“What’s your name?”

[friend-lover-traitor-narrator]

I Think We're Alone Now [icemav] - Chapter 15

Fanfic Summary: After their grand declaration of mutual wingmanship, lce and Mav are constantly drawn to each other and it's really only a matter of time until they become more than friends. It's a venturous enterprise being a gay couple in the Navy. They are determined to make it work but life is putting more than enough obstacles in their way.

Or

lcemav's first year as a couple.

Pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell Tom "lceman" Kazansky.

Content/warnings: 18+, pre and early relationship icemav, fluff, hurt & comfort, smut, banter, secret relationship, period-typical homophobia, very mild violence.

About the Chapter: Ice apologizes and Mav is completely in love.

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[fisheito]

@milkeumilkeou [folds my hands together] well. that is certainly quite the old man yaoi. who's older? the general or vlad? 😆😆 WHOSE TIME PERIOD WAS FIRST

all i imagine is the general and the duke beating each other to death while vlad is eating ghost pastries in the background

[no-context-nonsense]

Happy crying day to all who celebrate. This week we're tired and sad. Who could have predicted this?

[lightning-struck-thrice]

A young Nathan Drake is learning to work with his new partner, Victor Sullivan. But Nate hasn't taken the high stakes seriously, not until today, that is.

Chapter 1 of 3.

Sully's POV and some young Nate getting into trouble