#and then they sang happy birthday and i was dead at that point.

[infictionalwonderland]

pairing: jj x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, alcohol & drugs, drunk reader, drunk jj, drunk everyone, sum floof, lots of suggestive content.. 😁, groping, PDA, CHAOSSs

Its was John B’s birthday.

Amazing, right? That’s what JJ Maybank had thought anyway—he’d been planning the birthday party of his best friend, with the help of his girlfriend, for a few days now and today was finally the day where everything came together. All the Pogues had done up the Chateau—cheap silver Christmas tinsel hung loosely from the wooden ceilings, wrapped (messily or otherwise) presents stacked in pyramid form on the coffee table. Blue, silver and purple balloons were scattered around, a tacky blue ‘happy birthday’ banner slapped against one of the walls. And alcohol, upon alcohol upon alcohol was lined up neatly in the small open plan kitchen.

The party had long since started up—the birthday boy himself having arrived about an hour and half ago with a giddy Sarah in tow (she had the initial task of keeping him distracted) and with a brief emotional moment for John, sop, the party had begun.

Chaos.

You’d all migrated outdoors now—taking some things from inside with you on your way; Pope had climbed up the tree, all on his own (you had a proud mom moment) and with the ukulele he’d nicked from Kie, he was playing shitty tunes while randomly shouting at the air.

John B lay in his hammock, a shitfaced grin at his lips and a purple cowboy hat hanging from his head, a day of the dead dead design etched onto his face with Sarah’s eyeliner. A bottle of half done Vodka encased in one of his hands. JJ was sat down on the long grass, back against the tree, he was wearing the Christmas tinsel from indoors around his neck and had tied another in a bow around his waist—he’d taken to crafting (or attempting to craft) little grass rings and bracelets from the grass he plucked off the ground and two beers rested in between his parted legs, the front of his lengthy blonde hair tugged into a tiny ponytail with a clear rubber band.

You girls, on the other hand, were all dancing your drunken hearts away—Rude boy by Rihanna was currently blaring from the speaker Kie had smartly brought with her and the free of you were living your absolute best life’s.

“I like the way you touch me there—“

All three of you sang out loudly, and Kiara grinned suddenly with beautiful mischief before she put soft hands to your bare waist and tugged you back fully against her body, hands caressing you up and down to empathise the point of the song—you giggled along with her actions, throwing your head back into her shoulder with feigned euphoria and gliding her hands across you body as you grinded back on her.

“I like the way you pull my hair—“

Sarah didn’t seem to plan on missing out of the fun, eagerly strutting you both and sliding in behind Kiara, leaving said girl sandwiched between you two. You were all giggling and to do as the song said—Kie parted you hair into quick pigtails before tugging on them jokingly: you titled you head back to look at her with a dopey grin, pressing back on her and sensually swaying your hips.

“Babe, if I don't feel it I ain't faking, no, no I like when you tell me kiss you here—“

Simultaneously, with the sung lyrics, you and Sarah turned your heads to face Kie and smacked loud kisses to her soft skin, leaving lip stains on both of her cheeks—you caught the blondes eyes over her shoulder as she bit onto her bottom lip with a mockingly lustful expression which made you cackle.

“I like when you tell me, ‘move it there’—“

With the lyrics, you turned yourself around so you were chest to chest with Kiara and you slid yourself down her body, moving your hips sensually to the music and running your hands down her body as she leant her head back on Sarah, grinding against the blonde while messing with your hair.

“So giddy up, time to giddy up You say you're a rude boy—“

As you shimmied back up gracefully, you winked at your best friend and toyed with a pretty curl for turning so your back was against her again—the three of you drunkenly singing along to the song.

When you all finally stopped dancing shortly after that, out of breath as you all laughed over seemingly nothing, your eyes finally landed back on the three boys—finding them all staring at you three already. John B was half hidden by the hammock, looking ready to hide his gaze at anytime, Pope was gaping with an evidently loose grip on the instrument in hand and your boyfriend simply stared at you, enamoured.

“I think we broke them.” Sarah loudly whispered.

The three of you launched into laughter but Kiara’s laughing paused as she took note of Pope’s grip on her ukulele.

“Pope you break that damn ukulele, I swear.” Kie immediately exclaimed with intoxicated obnoxiousness as she took into a weak sprint towards the tree, startling the boy so bad he did drop the ukulele and Kiara exclaimed in pure terror, barely managing to catch it in time.

“My baby.” She whispered, terrified, as she cradled her instrument.

You and Sarah happily entangled hands, skipping around in a circle briefly with soft giggles before towards your boyfriends, hands swinging back and forth as she muttered something about capybaras you didn’t catch.

“Hi.” JJ whispered, looking up at you like you were some goddess.

“Hi my beautiful boy.” You popped your lips together—lipgloss smacking sensually, drunk off your fucking tits, you were.

The glazed shine of love in his eyes immediately doubled, a sheepish heat to his sun kissed as yiu plopped yourself down next to him happily on the grass.

“Hey.” He whispered, again, dumbly.

You grinned at him in return, looking every bit of angel that he thought you were and as he continued to watch you with sprinkles of nothing but deviation in clear blue eyes, you positioned yourself away from the tree to lie down in the soft, green grass.

JJ allowed a drunken gasp to slip from his lips at your beauty in that moment—skin glowing magically under the shining moonlight, eyes crinkled in the corners from your wide toothed grin, hair like a makeshift halo amongst the long grass, shirt riding up slightly and revealing even more of your heavenly soft skin.

He didn’t waste a second, moving the beer away from him (save the alcohol, always) before literally leaping on top of you. Legs either side of your body, arms either side of your head and shark tooth necklace dangling just above your perfect face.

“M’ pretty girl.” JJ breathed out, smearing kisses all over your cheeks, forehead, nose and you erupted into little giggles of infectious laughter underneath him. “The prettiest girl. ‘Love you so much, baby. Never gonna stop, promise. Ever.”

“Woah.” You gasped, intoxicated and giddy. “You like my dancing that much?”

JJ pouted, a disappointed grumbled moving from his frowning lips and he pinched the plush skin of your thigh gently—soothing it over immediately as you yelped out.

“Relax, Jesus, people these days.” You pouted. “I love you—J, never gon’ stop either. You’re mine now, no backing out.”

“I would never.” He frowned sternly.

You gazed up at him wordlessly, love glinting in your colourful irises and he practically melted from his place above you, smushing himself so close to you his shark tooth necklace fell softly in your cleavage—a feeling that made you giggle.

When JJ caught your wandering gaze saunter over to his beer, he grinned knowingly. The blonde took his bottle of beer with a fond sigh and you smiled up at him innocently—rolling his eyes, he pulled down your bottom lip expectantly and you made an obedient ‘o’ shape which had him humming in approval before he put his beer to your lips, soothing his hands through your hair as you drunk.

“Alcoholic.” He named, narrowing his eyes teasingly as he moved the drink away from you again.

“Pothead.”

The both of you giggled, heads cloudy and lost in thoughts of only each other as the night air cooled sun kissed skin and sounds of Work Out by J.Cole played absently in the background.

“It’s my birthday!” John B suddenly jolted up from his place in the hammock and shouted out.

“Go shawty it’s your birthday—“

“We gon’ party like it’s your birthday—“

“We gon’ sip Bacardi like it’s your birthday—“

“And you know we don’t give a fuck it’s not your birthday!”

“It is my birthday though.” You barely heard John B softly mutter as JJ suddenly captured your lips with his own in a searing kiss, his hands wrapped around your thighs and dug into the meaty flesh, the kiss tasted of beer, weed and your strawberry lipgloss and it was beyond perfect. You hummed into it, fingers tangling into her blond floppy hair, quietly whining in disappointment as he pulled away—your bottom lip between his teeth before he let go.

He squeezed onto your thighs again, moving to slot one of his legs in between them—the cold of his rings made you gasp slightly, a sound that had him grinning.

“You know. .when it’s your birthday, imma throw you your own little party,” JJ whispered it like a scared secret, his scent, eager yet loving touches and rough voice swallowing you whole. “But—but it’s not gonna be a shitty little bash, nah, baby, it’s gonna be all you could want. Birthday of your dreams, for you, my dream girl.”

“Dream girl, huh?”

“Dreamiest.” He hummed drunkenly, peppering sloppy kisses to your cheek before digging his face in the crook of your neck and softly inhaling your scent. “Got an early present for you, dream girl.”

You giggled softly, full of drunk aloofness, as he learned over you and his hair (scented with your coconut shampoo) fell partly into your face.

“Here.” The beautiful face of your boyfriend was once again inches apart from your own and you smiled in content. At your grin, his own appeared and suddenly small grass rings were being thrusted into your face—they were done kinda tackily, small specks of white flowers from the warm green grass poking through uneven strands carefully wrapped together without any true skill. To you they were perfection, and what made them even more perfect was your boyfriends grinning face, sun kissed skin slightly flushed.

“For me?”

As you attempted to reach for one, he caught your wrist softly, pressing a kiss to the back of your palm—humming at the smell of you and the softness to your skin. He carefully put one of the rings (the one with the most flowers) onto your ring finger, shyly peeking up at you for your reaction but you were beaming so heard small dimples erupted and he quickly continued on, now grinning himself.

“I—I know it’s not like, the best, but eventually imma get a pretty, dream ring for my prettiest, dreamiest girl.”

“J.” You called, softly, and he looked up through his lashes, heart pumping aggressively in his chest. “Love you, so much.”

A grin spread across his cheeks in an instant as he leaned down to connect your lips, feeling the slightly itchy feel of the grass ring brushing against his skin as your fingers combed from his hair, his smile stretched wider. His dream girl was truly the dream.

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[strangeswift]

Will had assumed —reasonably so, he thought— that a year into the actual apocalypse, birthdays wouldn't be a very big deal. Maybe a passing acknowledgement, if that. Really, it felt a little selfish to expect anything at all. 

Like, People are dead, and your friend is still in a coma. She might not wake up. Congratulations on being alive, asshole. 

Though admittedly, for Will specifically, being alive was sort of an accomplishment in itself at this point, given everything. And Will was happy to be alive. Most of the time, at least. 

He just didn't expect anyone to throw a party about it. 

It wasn’t until Will groggily descended the Wheeler's stairs and spotted the notebook paper sign strung up in the kitchen, Happy Birthday Will, distinctly in Mike’s handwriting, that Will realized they were indeed doing the birthday thing. It still felt weird, but he couldn’t help the embarrassed smile that spread across his face as everyone in the kitchen sang Happy Birthday to him. Nor could he help the hammering in his chest when Mike made his way over to him and slung his arm across his shoulders midway through the song.

All in all, the day was fairly uneventful after that. They let him have the last can of SpaghettiOs for lunch while everyone else had watery vegetable soup, which was nice. 

He didn't have to go on the supply run they had planned for the day. Actually, he would rather have gone, especially since Mike went, but Mike was oddly insistent that Will stay behind, so he did. It wasn't until after Mike returned that Will found out why he had to stay behind. 

"Can you just trust me?” Mike asked.

“I do trust you,” Will said, “It’s just that letting the clumsiest person I know lead me down stairs blindfolded is a little nerve-racking.”

“I’m not gonna let you fall. Jesus,” Mike said, exasperated, as he slowly led Will down the basement stairs, “Just three more steps.”

Once they reached the bottom, Will asked, “Can I take this off now?” gesturing to the bandana that was tied over his eyes.

Mike answered by taking it off for him, and Will blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light. Mike looked incredibly pleased with himself, and Will soon saw why.

On the coffee table, set out on a plate, were two perfectly square brownies with chocolate frosting and rainbow sprinkles on top. A lit candle was sticking out of one of them.

"Where did you get these?" Will asked in disbelief. None of them had tasted anything sweet in months. "I know damn well you didn’t get this shit at the grocery store. Or Melvald's."

Mike grinned sheepishly. "Don't worry about it."

Will frowned "You– Where did you go for this?"

“Doesn’t matter,” Mike said, “just blow out your candle!”

“Mike,” Will said, crossing his arms.

Mike sighed, "You're relentless, you know that?"

Will looked at him expectantly. 

"The gas station on the other side of town, but it’s not a big–"

"Mike!" Will scolded, "What the hell is wrong with you? You went all the way across town? That is so not safe!"

Mike shrugged. "I didn’t go alone. I had Nancy and her big ass gun to keep me company,” he said, “Besides, it was for a good cause?” he tried.

“You’re an idiot,” Will said, grinning in spite of himself.

Mike grabbed his hand, and Will tried to ignore the fluttering in his stomach as Mike led him to sit on the couch in front of the coffee table.

Once they were sitting, Mike dropped his hand, but he stayed close. He knocked their knees together. “Go on. Make a wish,” he said quietly.

Will shook his head, searching Mike’s eyes. “I don’t have one,” he said.

Mike cocked his head. “There’s nothing you want?” he asked, a teasing smirk on his face.

Oh. Well, Will could think of one thing.

“I mean, maybe,” Will said, averting his eyes, “It’s stupid, though.”

“If it’s what you want, it’s not stupid,” Mike said firmly.

“Well, it’s embarrassing,” Will amended, flicking his eyes back to Mike, who leaned in, ever so slightly.

“I’m sure it’s not,” Mike said, “But you don’t have to tell me, anyway. Actually, you can’t tell me. If you do then it won’t come true.”

Will huffed a laugh. “I wouldn’t tell you anyway.”

"Fine," Mike said, "blow out your candle, make your secret wish."

Will laughed and leaned forward, blowing carefully on the candle and watching the small flame flicker and fade into a wisp of smoke.

"Think it'll come true?" Mike asked.

"I don't– I mean, probably not," Will said, "I'm still not telling you, though."

“Really?” Mike asked, pouting. “Can I guess? I think if I guess it, the wish is still valid.”

“I think you’re just making up wish rules now,” Will teased.

“Maybe,” Mike conceded. “Can I guess anyway?” he asked, leaning even closer – and god, he had no idea what he was doing to Will, did he?

Will raised his eyebrows. “You have guesses?”

“I have one,” Mike said.

It was a bad idea, Will thought, to let Mike guess. A very bad idea.

“Please, share,” Will said.

"Okay..." Mike said nervously, "Yeah, okay." His cheeks went a little pink, and he flicked his gaze down to Will’s lips. Or– No, that was probably… Wishful thinking. 

“God, I hope I’m right about this,” Mike breathed, and he leaned in even closer, so close their noses were almost touching. Will watched with wide eyes as Mike brought shaky hands up to cup his jaw.

Mike let out a breath, and Will could feel it on his lips. 

Mike closed his eyes, pressed forward, and kissed him.

Kissing Mike was nothing like Will expected it to be. It was soft and slow, and Will wanted to melt into it. He wanted to stay in the moment forever. If Vecna did come for him, that was the happy thought he would run to. He wouldn't even need music, just the memory of Mike's lips against his – that would be enough. 

Mike pulled back, and Will resisted the urge to chase him.

"Did I guess right?" Mike asked breathlessly, letting his hands slide down to rest gently on the sides of Will's neck.

"What?" Will asked, dazed. 

"Your wish," Mike said.

"Oh," Will said. "Yeah. That was– Yeah."

Mike beamed. "Cool," he said.

"Cool," Will repeated, a smirk playing at his lips.

Mike leaned back. "Now eat your birthday cake," he instructed. 

Will picked up one of the brownies. "These are gas station brownies," he pointed out.

"Birthday cake," Mike insisted. 

Will took a bite. It was heavenly. 

"Oh my god," he groaned, "I've missed sugar."

Mike picked up the other brownie, taking a bite. "Oh. Wow, yeah. Holy shit," he said, taking another bite. 

"It's so good," Will said, laughing giddily. He popped the last bite in his mouth.

Mike smiled warmly. "Happy birthday, Will."

"Thanks," Will said, "but if you ever risk your life for brownies again–"

"Oh come on," Mike said, "Cut me some slack. I was romancing you."

Will's eyes went wide. "You– What?" he squeaked. 

Mike flushed. "I mean– Whatever."

Will burst out laughing, and Mike couldn't help but join him. Somehow, Will felt years worth of tension dissolving as he laughed so hard tears began to form.

After a couple of minutes, they settled into comfortable silence, grinning at each other. "I want to kiss you again," Mike announced.

"Well, if that’s what you want," Will said, leaning in.

And for a little while, nothing else mattered. Just Mike, who was warm and tasted like chocolate, who was romancing him with stolen brownies and kissing him like he needed it.

It was a good birthday. 

#ok so. this does not fit the byler week prompt bc it is not birthdaygate or any gate #but this is what i wanted to write so here it is ! #i also just ignored the whole birthdaygate thing so. in this universe mike did Not forget will's birthday last year #bc i didn't feel like getting into that #anyway. apocalyptic birthday fluff!! #getting together!! yay!! #byler #abby writes

[roosterscockpit]

His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x reader P. 4

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I'm really happy that you all enjoyed the last part. I really hope you continue to enjoy the story! I'm sorry for all the hurt I left some with by leaving it on a cliff hanger 😭. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my story, bessssties! I love you all 💖

A/n: The drama continues, but it's only still just the beginning. Happy reading! Enjoy 😉

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Cursing, angst, sadness, hints at possible death (please let me know if I missed any!)

Y/n/n: your nickname

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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You leaned against the door frame to keep your balance. You felt like the room was spinning. But was it really him? What the hell would he be doing back here? Why out of all days you’re here, he’s here? On YOUR daughter’s birthday… he’s here? What are the fucking odds. There was absolutely no way. You pushed on your eyes to help your blurred vision get clear.  Your ears were ringing but you could still hear everyone in the bar was singing with him. Well, if it was him. You couldn’t see. 

Everyone was crowded around whoever was playing the piano and singing with him. Surely, he wasn’t the only person in the world that played and sang that song at a bar…. Right? The song was coming to an end. “Come on, baby you’re driving me crazy!” Everyone in the bar erupted, “GOODNESS GRACIOUS, GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!” Everyone was cheering. The man at the piano stood up. You straightened yourself out trying to get a good look at him. Mav came over and placed his hand on your shoulder. You stepped into the bar and felt Mav hold you where you were.

Mav: “y/n/n, don’t.” He said nervously. “Please don’t go in there, sweetheart.” 

You pulled your shoulder from Mav’s grasp. You didn’t even understand what he had said to you. You were just so curious. You had to know, why now? Why on this particular day? You continued in and walked closer to get a look at the man at the piano. Then everyone was cheering for him, “Rooster! Rooster! Rooster!” He started to dance. Was it him? Surely it couldn’t have been. 

That man’s voice was deeper and huskier. He was sun kissed, rosy cheeks, a thick sexy mustache, muscular, super tall, curly light brown hair, dressed so relaxed in a white beater and a Hawaiian shirt over, with some aviators on. That couldn’t have been him… The last time he was so light skinned nearly see through, shorter, chubbier and cuddly, he couldn’t grow facial hair even if he didn’t shave for months, he had longer hair, his voice still cracked when he would talk… There was no way that was him. Right? But it had been nearly 7 years since you last saw him. You stepped closer and felt a hand on your arm.

Leia: “Momma! Can you help me cut my cake please?” She said with her famous big green puppy dog eyes. 

You looked down at your smiling daughter and cupped her cheek. You looked at her for a minute, but you were so distracted. “Momma?” You snapped out of it, “Of course, sweetheart.” You started to walk out back to the party holding your daughters hand, but right before you hit the threshold back to the deck you heard the confirmation. A distant voice calling his name.

“Bradshaw!”

You stopped dead in your tracks and turned around. You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes, your stomach churning, your cheeks burning hot. You started to feel dizzy. You were frozen just looking at him. Your tunnel vision took over. At this point all eyes were on you, but all you could see was him. Your heart rate sped up, it was all you could hear now. Your hands started to shake. You couldn’t decipher your emotions. You didn’t know if you were furious or happy to see him. You stood there for a couple of more seconds before you felt someone pulling at you again.

Leia: “Momma?” She said as she tugged on your hand. She looked at you so concern. She knew there was something wrong.

You looked around, some of the guests looked at you with worry. Only Bri, Mav and Penny knew what the real reason was. You felt like you had just come out of a trance. Your daughter was talking to you, but you couldn’t make out what she was saying. You still heard only your heart beat. Then slowly but surely you started to hear her. “Hey! Mommy!” You looked at your concerned daughter and crouched down to her and hugged her. 

Leia reached up and wiped the tears from your eyes, “Momma don’t cry. Don’t be sad. I'm still your baby. I’m just 6.” And she smiled big at you.

It made you cry more and you hugged her tightly. “I love you my little Leia.” And kissed her head. 

You then headed over to the cake with her and helped her cut pieces to hand out to everyone. You all had dessert before dinner, per request of your now 6 year old daughter. After passing out the cake you went to go sit on one of the lounger chairs. You were slightly embarrassed about your little episode, but you had to regain yourself for the rest of the party. Trying to relax, Austin came over and sat with you. He brought you a well needed drink. You took it and smiled at Austin.

Y/n: “Thank you Austin.” You chuckled and took a sip. You rested your arm over the top of your head. 

Austin: “You’re welcome! I know watching your daughter get older can probably be heart wrenching. So, I thought I’d bring you a little something to help calm the nerves.” He said and smiled at you.

“Thank God. No one asked about my shenanigans from seeing my daughter’s FATHER.” You thought to yourself. Austin really thought this was about Leia growing up. You went along with it because you had no energy to talk about Bradley Bradshaw. 

Y/n: “I can’t believe she’s 6. I feel like she was just born yesterday. The time has just flown by.” You took another sip of your drink. “Do you have kids?”

Austin: “I actually do not. But I can kind of imagine it’s kind of how I felt watching my youngest sibling grew up to be a teenager.” He laughed and sipped his beer.

Y/n: “Oh gosh! I don’t even want to think about when she’s a teenager!” You put your hand over your face and laughed. 

You looked over at Austin and looked at his costume. You needed to change the conversation before he starts asking too many questions. “So did Bri tell you I was dressing as Padmé?” You poked at his Darth Vader helmet that was resting on the table in between the two of you. 

Austin: “What if Darth Vader is just my favorite character?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

Y/n: “So you’re on the dark side, huh?” You sipped your drink. “I can go with that.” You smiled into your drink.

Austin: “Is that right?” He shook his head and sipped his beer. “I mean you are my wife, or well were.”

You looked at him with an alluring expression. You both laughed and clinked your drinks together before taking another sip. 

“How about we get back for Leia? She’s looking for you.” He looked over and patted your thigh. 

Nothing but chills ran through your body with the slightest touch from him, “I’ll go in a little bit, I just need some cool down time.” You smiled at him and put your hand on his. 

“Then let's cool down together, y/n.” 

After some time of getting to know Austin, you made it back to the party. Billy and Bri were playing with Leia and her friends. Mav and Penny were catching up after not seeing each other for a long time and all the parents were getting some drinks at the bar. You went and sat with Bri while Austin took her spot in playing with Leia and her friends. 

Bri: “I think you should let Leia meet Austin.” She leaning back onto the table.

Y/n: “Not yet. It's way too soon. I barely got to know a little about him just right now.” You laid on her shoulder and watched the guys play with the kids. You had to admit, it was the cutest thing ever. “I think it's time for some presents so the real party can start.” You smiled at Bri.

She knew not to push the conversation and what happened with seeing Leia’s dad. She knew how you felt towards him and that tonight was about your little Leia, not her dad. Plus, she’s your best friend, she already knew what went through your mind when you started to gravitate to the bar. 

You called everyone over so that Leia could open all her gifts. Penny came over to you and pulled you by the arm. You leaned into her so you could hear what she was saying. 

Penny: “Honey, after the gifts, do you think Mav and I could talk to you?” She smiled and placed her hand on your shoulder.

Y/n: “Yea of course!” You smiled back at her and put your hand on hers. 

Leia opened all her gifts. She was loved by so many. She was super excited and thankful for everything she got for her birthday. She was really excited about the Lightsaber that Mav somehow managed to get in a short times notice. Your daughter was so loving, she shared all her gifts with her friends as the all played in the sand, play fighting. Except for her R2-D2 and BB-8 that she had got from Billy and Austin. No one could touch those.

After cleaning up the gift wrap you made your way over to Mav and Penny. Mav grabbed your hand and explained to you why he was there. He was called back to Top Gun. Mav was called to come back to teach for an important mission. 

Mav: “The mission is crucial. They’ve called back the best of the best to fly this mission, y/n.” He held your hand. You stayed silent.

Mav: “Bradley has done such an outstanding job while he’s been in. He is a part of that same 1%, I am. He’s a great pilot, y/n. I know you know that.” He paused and looked at you. Still silent. “But, there are a lot of risks, y/n. He may never come back.” Your heart sank. 

Mav: “I know this is a lot to take in, y/n. I know it’s a lot to see him. But I just wanted to make sure you knew why he was here.” He was rubbing your hand. He continued to explain everything to you, but you heard nothing.

Penny was sitting next to you and she rubbed your back. You just really didn’t know how to process this. While being in the Navy, Bradley became a part of that same top 1% that Mav was in when it came to being a fighter pilot. It was a lot for you to take in. You tuned out Mav and were in your own head.

Bradley, a fighter pilot? Top 1% in the Navy? Going on a mission that he could possibly never come back from? Who the hell was this guy? You hated Bradley, but you were also proud of him for making his dream of being a pilot come true. You knew he deserved it, that he worked so hard for it even though you knew nothing about him now. You just know Bradley and his worth ethic. When he wants something he goes after it head first. But you were still mad at him. You really thought about it, he could possibly never come back? Your heart sank deeper and deeper. He has a daughter he has no idea about and he could possibly never know about her if things don’t go well. In this moment you didn’t know what to do. You felt the whole night like you were all here at the same time for a specific reason and it all became clear as you looked over at your giggly happy daughter.

Mav: “y/n?” He patted your hand. “Can you hear me, sweetheart?” 

You shook your head no, “I’m sorry Mav. It's just a lot. Hearing this and seeing him, it's too much.” You were looking down. “But I need to know, why do you say he might not come back? What is this mission, Mav?” You were desperate for answers. 

Mav had already explained the mission to you, but you were spaced out and didn't hear anything he said. He looked at you, “Sweetheart I already-” Penny reached her hand around you and placed it on his shoulder. His gaze went from you to her. 

She shook her head and pointed at her ear. Then motioned with her hand for him to say it again. He took a deep breath and looked at you. He nodded.

Mav: “Sweetheart, this mission that he may possibly have to go on requires parameters that have never been flown in any such way. It's very dangerous. It requires these pilots to fly at super low altitude, way below the minimum limit.”

You stopped him, “Then don’t make them? It’s a written law to stay above 5000 feet. You told me that, Mav.”

He knew you didn’t quite understand, no one would, “I understand that, but for this mission they don’t have a choice. They have to stay below radar of the enemy. It's the only way.” He wanted to leave out some specifics because he already felt your hurt. “Along with that, the terrain they will fly through has to be flown through with utmost perfection, if not, they could crash.”

You closed your eyes tight, “My god, Mav.”

He squeezed your hand and Penny rubbed your back, “I can stop, sweetheart. I know this is a lot to handle.”

You shook your head, “No I need to know. Please.” You looked at him.

Mav: “Okay.” He took another deep breath, “After that, they need to be on their A-game. They’ll need to destroy a very small target. Once that is destroyed they will fight off enemies the whole way home.” He dropped his head. 

Your chest felt so tight and you shook your head, “Then don’t send him.” You sounded so desperate. You hated Bradley, you were so mad at him, but deep down you didn't want him dead. You didn't want the father of your child to be dead. You wanted him to know her, to get to know her. “Don’t send him, Maverick.”

Mav sat back, “I’m sorry y/n. I wish that was the case. But if he performs well throughout these next weeks of training… I have to. If he proves to us instructors that he can be out there and do a damn well job and be a team leader, I have to. Trust me honey, I don’t want to. I more than anything would rather put myself in there to fly instead of him. But if he stands out above all the other pilots and shows us he can get the job done.” He stopped you could see the hurt in his eyes, “Well then who am I to not send him?”

You nodded, “I understand. It’s his job.” You covered your face, “A job he is damn good at. Obviously. It's in his blood.” 

Mav: “I’m so sorry y/n. I didn’t mean to ruin Leia’s party like this.” He shook his head because he was upset with himself.

Y/n: “No, Mav. I’m happy you told me. I needed to know. You didn’t ruin anything, I promise.” You smiled at him and pulled him in for a hug. “Thank you, Mav.” It was now clear to you what had to be done. You would never forgive yourself for living with that guilt. The guilt of him never meeting or knowing his daughter. You had to put your differences and emotions aside. You had to do what was right, for Leia. 

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What do you mean he could possibly never come back...? What about Leia...What about you? How will approach Bradley? How is he going to take it if you tell him? 😭 I hope you enjoyed ! I'll see you in the next part 😉

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The Lifeaters (I.10)

X. The Housecup

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: It was too good to be true

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia, clasism, others.

Wordcount: 2.1 k

Notes: Last chapter of the “season” hehehe

Potter was nowhere to be seen and because of that… Gryffindor had been completely DESTROYED By Ravenclaw… and… putting up the points they both gathered…

You were cheering as the Slytherin Quidditch team raised the Quidditch cup in their hands.

Everyone else looked gloomy, maybe because the team had won with this one eight times in a row! it was great! 

You wondered where Potter went

For Draco, it was one of his best birthdays ever! You sang to him happy birthday in the great hall when dessert was being served, and you used a cupcake as a birthday cake. His mother sent him a big one with his owl, and you sang to him again at night in the common room. He didn’t get many gifts, but the promise to celebrate when he was home when the holidays started! You gifted him a picture of the two of you in your Slytherin uniforms. 

It was great!

But the next day, in the great hall… everyone was talking about where Potter was.

Apparently the forbidden corridor in the third floor hid a magical artifact, some sort of rock that could give the one that squished it? you didn’t know the details but it was important, apparently professor Quirrel tried to steal it, and of course Potter stopped him, AND… he was some sort of hero… apparently

“And professor Quirrell is dead!”, told Blaise, who managed to always know everything about everyone

“He’s dead?!”, asked Mattheo, surprised, then he sighed in relief, “oh, I owed him like three assignments”, he giggled, and you were horrified

He seemed so nice! And he was around stealing rocks? who knew! so Potter, after fighting him, was in the infirmary, that is why he missed the game, and that is why Ravenclaw “flattened” Gryffindor

But this gave you a sense of worry, next year Harry was going to play too, hopefully you too, so you needed to be better and not count on Potter not being there, you needed to win every game!

You had a new sense of determination.

The last mail entered the hall in that minute, Umbra threw you a envelope with your aunt’s seal in it, and you knew exactly what it was, alongside a small package

There were sweets, taking a page of Narcissa’s book you thought

The letter stated what you already sort of new, congratulations on the passing of exams and winning the Quidditch cup, and also, mentioning your coming trip to France to see your family, you were happy. 

Not Draco though, he seemed appalled, he wanted to practice Quidditch all summer

“I’ll be back by the first week in August”, you assured him, while Matthew stole your treats and ate them himself. Everytime you interacted with him, you felt like you wanted to cry, but you didn't want to fight him.

“Well… I’ll bully my parents into going and visit you, your family’s chateau is still in the Loire Valley, right?”

“Last time I checked”, you mocked, and he smiled back, “The gift I got in Christmas came with season tickets, I’ll be attending a few matches for the Quiberons”, you said with a wide exciting smile, “So I can get inspired”, you said proudly

“My dad got us tickets for the Tornadoes”, muttered Draco

“I love Quidditch season”, muttered Blaise

“As soon as I come back, let’s get together and practice”, you said firmly

“Yes”

“What are you going to do this summer?”, it was the question that lingered all over the last week. Everyone had different plans for the three months

You were so happy, winning the Quidditch cup, the House cup, having passed all your exams, looking forward to a summer with your family and then your friends.

It was too good to be true 

“After an entire year, finally!”, you said, as you walked into the Great Hall and saw the entire room decorated in Slytherin colors. It was the last feast, you were even wearing your pointy ceremonial hats! which you didn't love

You took your seats near the end of the hall, close to the main table where the teachers were seated.

When Potter entered the room, everyone got quiet just to look at him, some even stood up to see up close, as if he was some sort of freak. You didn’t know the details of what happened in the chamber, but it had the entire school rattled.

Professor Dumbledore stood up, catching the attention of everyone.

Draco didn’t like him, but to you he seemed… like sometimes he gets lost in what he is saying, he always spoke so cryptically, you wondered if he was very clever… or if he was just really old.

"Another year gone!" Dumbledore said cheerfully. "And I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been! Hopefully your heads are all a little fuller than they were... you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts....”, fair example, was he calling you all dumb or something?. 

"Now, as I understand it, the house cup here needs awarding, and the points stand thus: In fourth place, Gryffindor, with three hundred and twelve points; in third, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw has four hundred and twenty-six and Slytherin, four hundred and seventy- two."

Oh how you cheered! you had put in yourself like ten points even after that time you got caught and punished. Draco banged his goblet on the table, you could see the Bloody Baron mocking Half-decapitated Nick.

You personally did not like the bloody Baron, but he was your house’s ghost so… there was nothing to pick.

"Yes, Yes, well done, Slytherin," said Dumbledore. "However, recent events must be taken into account.", oh the cheering stopped really suddenly

Was he going to tell the entire school Draco and you lost the school points? perhaps they didn’t discount them yet… What if? that you had committed something so outrageous that he was going to publicly humiliate you… only to make you an example?

No way, Potter and his friends had been caught too, right?

"Ahem," said Dumbledore. "I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes…”, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. "First… to Mr. Ronald Weasley..."

You and Draco changed looks

"...for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty points". Now it was the Gryffindors’ time to cheer, rattling the table,  "Second… to Miss Hermione Granger... for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor house fifty points.", what did that even mean? you couldn’t understand it, "Third… to Mr. Harry Potter..." said Dumbledore, “for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house sixty points."

You tried to count, you didn’t even know… but… 

The Gryffindors were being so loud it was hard to think… were they tied with you now?. Dumbledore raised his hand, the room went quiet suddenly

"There are all kinds of courage," said Dumbledore, smiling. 

“No…”, you whined

"It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I therefore award ten points to Mr. Neville Longbottom."

You had to cover your ears after the Gryffindors exploded 

"Which means we need a little change of decoration.", he clapped his hands and the entire room went from being beautifully Green and Silver… to boring Red and Gold

The serpent vanished to be changed by the Lion, and you didn’t even understand what was going on! why? What happened? Was that even fair? they broke thousands of school rules, they went to that prohibited place… and you were so frustrated you growled. 

Well, at least you had the Quidditch cup! even though you didn’t cooperate for that one… or that much…

You were starting to fear that… instead of taking the Hogwarts express you had taken the Potter express… and because he was in your same year… they were not going to let you come down from it.

The rest of the feast, once your sadness dissipated, was nice, again, it had all your favorites, but it was a magical school, you didn’t think it odd.

You looked around your table, where your Slytherin class was, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit sad… you were not going to see them in the next three months, and honestly, you were going to feel and be a bit lonely, in your house, with your aunt alone… anyways…

“Don’t be sad Basilik”, Flint was passing by, “next year… other cup to win, and you will be there to help us win the Quidditch cup again, are you?”, you nodded enthusiastically, “that’s the spirit”, and he kept walking, you looked further down the table and Terrence Higgs raised his goblet to you and you felt so nervous all of a sudden

He was the team’s seeker, but your best friend also wanted to be the team’s seeker and there couldn't be two seekers… oh

Well… let the best seeker win, right?

So you tried to push those thoughts from your mind as you kept enjoying the feast

Next year is going to be even better, right?

Right!?

Soon you were packing your trunk, you had to go and pick up Umbra from the Owlery, 

The girls were all hyped putting away their own things

“Are we going to have the same rooms next year?”, asked Millicent

“I hope so”, you said lightly, Tracy Davies, who you had barely seen the entire school year, just twisted her mouth, she was more friends with… she was a lone wolf sort of gal.

You had been an only child, you had a family on your mother’s side, far off, but still, but you didn’t have cousins your age, so… you felt very sad to leave Hogwarts and your friends

“I will write to you every week”, promised Draco, “and once Father installs the international floo in our home, i will go and visit you too”

“I don’t think it works that way Dray”, you giggled, as you sat by his side on the train, “but it could be fun”

“Right?” he asked, “Matthew is spending a couple of weeks in my place”

“Why?”, you couldn’t help but ask, you both had been the first ones on the train

“I don’t know”, he answered truthfully, “his family is kinda weird, you know?”

“How so?”, he looked around worried before he leaned in and whispered

“They are purebloods, but because they… keep it in the family”

“What do you mean?”, you asked back, he looked extremely uncomfortable

“They marry between cousins and such”, you didn't find it very weird… many pureblooded families did, “but no second or third cousins”, he corrected, “cousins cousins”

“Oh”, that was weird

“They are this very ancient pure-blooded family, but a couple of generations back, they lost all their family money”, how did he know all this stuff? probably uncle Lucius, “now they are a bit…well…”, he couldn’t keep talking, Matthew himself sat in front of the both of you

“What are you both talking about?”, he asked, he had this bitter look on his face

“Summer, Draco promised he was going to write me all summer”, you changed the subject

“My eagle-owl is just going to have to… cross the ocean”, he said confidently 

“Well, technically it's a channel? I think”, you mumbled nervously

“Umbra can surely make the journey, right?”, he asked, you weren’t sure

“Sure”, Matthew had this gloomy look on his face

“Well, me, for one, I do not look forwards to this summer”, he mumbled, maybe he felt like you, maybe in Hogwarts he had more people around than at his home

“Relax, we are going to hang around in the manor”, said Draco, “and with Crabbe and Goyle”

“That sounds nice”, you offered, “and I’ll be back in August”, you said with a wide smile. 

As the boys talked, you dedicated yourself to look outside the window, Hogwarts disappearing in the distance. It was a magnificent castle, surrounded by breathtaking views, and looking back at the year, it had been a great year… and… looking forwards to the next one… you were certain it was going to be even better

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Beautiful Girl-Charles Leclerc x Bianchi!OC

warnings: cursing, fluff, angst, friends to enemies to lovers, death, depression, smut, age gap (charles is 26, coco is 22)

summary: when corinne bianchi loses her older brother, the only person she can count on is charles. until she can’t.

authors note: happy birthday jules!

previous—next

my charles playlist—here

Coco was excelling in a kart.

Almost every single race was won; and if it wasn’t won she was standing on the podium.

Jules loved watching his little sister participate in the sport that meant so much to his family.

The boy was currently in Formula Renault 2.0, and was on track to winning the championship.

Coco would not be more proud of her older brother.

At school, the only thing she talked about was how her brother was in Formula Renault 2.0, and how he was so close to winning the championship.

She never failed to bring up Charles either.

“Saviez-vous que le grand frère d'Arthur vient de remporter un titre à Monaco did you know that Arthur’s big brother just won a title in Monaco?” Coco bragged as she sat at a table in school, Arthur sat next to her.

“Why do you care about cars so much?” A kid asked, and Coco and Arthur looked at each other with smirks on their faces.

“Because we’re going to be Formula One drivers some day.”

Coco was dead-set on being a Formula One driver.

She had no other backup plan.

She also knew that she wanted to drive for Ferrari.

Either next to her brother, Charles, or Arthur.

“Jules, are you going to race for Ferrari?” The young girl asked her brother one night as he was tucking her in.

“I hope so, mon ange my Angel.” He said as he placed her Ferrari themed teddy bear on her chest.

“When I race for Ferrari I want to either race next to you, Charles, or Arthur!” She smiled. “And I want to be world champion!”

Jules was always far too nice and loving to his little sister, and just let her dream when it came to being an F1 driver.

He knew it would be harder for her compared to Charles or Arthur simply because of her gender, and he really wished it didn’t have to be that way.

The young girl had posters of her F1 idols on the walls.

Michael Schumacher, Ayrton Senna, Niki Lauda, and most importantly, Maria Teresa de Filippis.

Maria Teresa was an Italian racing driver, and the first woman to race in an F1 World Championship.

She scored no championship points, but Coco still aspired to be like her.

“Jules, je veux etre comme elle I want to be like her.” Coco smiled at the poster of Maria Teresa that was above her dresser.

“I know you do, Coco.” Jules smiled. “You’ve got to go to bed to be rested for our important day tomorrow.”

Coco snuggled up into her bed and prepared for Jules to sing to her.

“Close your eyes, have no fear. The monsters gone, he’s on the run, and your brothers here.” Jules softly sang as Coco closed her eyes. “Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, girl.”

Coco and Arthur were almost 7 years old, and were sat in the Leclercs living room.

Arthur had seemed sad for the entire day, and Coco wouldn’t seem to figure out why.

“Arthur, are you okay?” She asked him once again as they sat on the couch next to each other.

“I have to quit racing.” He pouted and her jaw dropped.

“What?” She gasped.

“My parents can’t afford both Charles and I.” He huffed. “They picked him over me.”

“I cannot believe this!” The young girl threw up her hands. “My family can pay for you, I’m sure of it!”

“No, Coco, it’s okay, really.” Arthur protested. “Just a bit bummed, is all.”

The girl closed her mouth and looked at her “twin” feeling the sadness radiating off of him.

“I’m sorry, Arthur.” She pouted with him, leaning forward and giving him a hug. “I’ll win all my races just for you now.”

“Thank you.” He smiled.

And that’s exactly what Coco did.

Every. Single. Race.

The collection of trophies in the Bianchi household was enormous.

Jules had just won the 2007 Formula Renault 2.0 championship, and Coco had just won her karting championship, so the display case was well furnished.

Charles had been watching Coco dominate the track.

He had accompanied the Bianchis to every race he could attend, and would cheer loudly for the girl when she inevitably crossed the line in P1.

He was there for her championship deciding race as well, and cheered as loud (if not louder) than Jules.

“TU L'AS FAIT! you did it!” Charles screamed as Coco came barrelling off of the podium and into the arms of her brother.

“JE L'AI FAIT! i did it!” She screamed, pumping her fist and her trophy in the air.

Her father carefully took the trophy from her hands since since he didn’t trust that she wouldn’t break it.

After hugging Jules for a significant amount of time, Coco moved onto Charles.

She hugged him like her life depended on it, squeezing him as the almost 10 year old lifted her off of the ground.

A loud laugh came out of her mouth, nothing but joy radiating from the group.

After Charles, she moved into Arthur.

“For you.” She smiled, hugging him.

“For us.” He smiled back.

As the years passed by, Cocos talent shocked every one she came in contact with.

Including the big guys.

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[tma-entity-song-poll]

Battle of the Fear Bands B2R2: The Corruption

BlackBoxWarrior:

“A song about a man struggling with his health (be it mental or physical). The song makes the treatment seem inhumane and just as terrifying as the initial problem. It’s almost like he’s getting sicker and sicker but just won’t die.”

I Took a Zombie to Prom and All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt:

“The love going on far longer than it should, to the point where it is consuming, most specifically "And we stumble ever forward - Our love is gone but we keep walking on - Arms outstretched we’re grasping for it - Wish that we had just stayed dead and gone"”

Lyrics below the line!

BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA:

Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges Roman candles at both ends in his synapses And the method with which he recycled his humors Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior He skipped this town and headed straight down history Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes" For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose Around his Lotus jugular when they came Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne" "Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics" His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend He wondered if Christ Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends

For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down Hello, welcome, why don't you take a seat? Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to Now what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs Did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands? Your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your STR'd strands? Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole Did you die before your day? Thursday traction, Tuesday titration My hope is to assess through my objective report of Your subjective conjecture Whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this Transorbital ice pick

Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It's about the best we could come up with, what, you think ideas spread because they're good? No, they spread because people like them So now here we are once again, holding As it were, a mirror up to your mirror I guess it's just something people do A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function Coital machinations of the dead Well, you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus And learn to be an animal instead But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi causes Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem Not the things you do but something sick inside Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective CBT don't seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects You've lost your mind and almost lost your life before So you'll be fine For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, and why would you want to look back? I mean, it's no good looking back, so try to look forward now For what? For what? For what it's worth If they were going to get you boy, they would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down...

I Took a Zombie to Prom and All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt:

One breath But everything just tastes like grave dirt One look But darkness surrounds me One touch These walls of pinewood press so closely But, love, I'm alive I claw my way toward you Broken limbs and stitched together smile Sunday best in rags and tatters Love, why do you run? Don't run I'm coming for you And I stumble ever forward My grace is gone but I keep walking on My arms outstretched, I'm reaching for you You can't bury me; I'm never gone Come now There's nowhere else for you to run to Love, now We will be together One bite Is all it takes to bind me to you Now you're in my arms and, dear, you're never leaving And I stumble ever forward My grace is gone but I keep walking on My arms outstretched, I'm reaching for you You can't bury me; I'm never gone And I stumble ever forward Our love is gone but we keep coming on Arms outstretched; we're grasping for it Wish that we had just stayed dead and gone

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[avidoro]

Holy crap. Finally home safe and sound and I am so ecstatic! First time flying. First time in New York City. First time seeing Beetlejuice the Musical and I loved every flipping moment of it! We had front row seats on September 30th. My friends managed to slap me dead ass center and it was absolutely amazing. I couldn’t be happier having Alex standing literally a foot away from me. He truly is a living cartoon character as I’ve always said and seeing him so close just proves it. He’s has so much expression and his mannerisms are great! I’m not sure what all changes have been noted but a few of the things that got me: He yelled “WAASSUUUUUUUUP!” when he popped out from behind the couch. Gently sticking his finger in Adam’s pocket and swirling it around when he said, “you make daddy so angry”. “Adam, what the shit is wrong with you?”

During his exit he sang “Jason Derulo” and during the second show we saw he yelled “FUCK BRIGADOON!” We had eight people in our front row group and our friend, Marq, was Alex’s target for the evening. We did not forewarn him about this and it was amazing seeing Marq’s reaction. He and his girlfriend absolutely enjoyed it and it was a great birthday gift to her. Marq got a kiss blown to him by Alex at curtain call. Something I’m quite envious of. Marq made sure to blow one back which appeared to make Alex very happy 😆 My friend, Gou, nearly got pelted by the cup that Alex threw which took her off guard, but she wishes it would have landed in front of her. During curtain call I pulled my phone out to record. Elizabeth saw me recording and pointed at me twice while she did her dance at the end! She’s too precious and I absolutely love her! My best friend’s husband, who hates musicals and was not keen on the idea of visiting NYC, only agreed to go see Beetlejuice the Musical because the movie is one of his absolute favorites. He went in expecting disappointment but left laughing and saying he absolutely wants to see it again but only front row. He also absolute adored Alex. In my book this is a total SUCKS YES! We saw the show again on the 2nd. Act 1 was full of goofups but I love seeing goofs in live shows! Almost lost the handbook to the trap door and Alex just stared at it for a minute. It was hanging on by a thread. The squeaky sound effect when Betelgeuse gooses Adam didn’t go off. The suicide note didn’t ignite. Delia’s dress didn’t attach to the pig so her dress never unraveled. Gou told me, during Act 2, the sound effect for Adam knocking on the door at the end of the show didn’t match up to David’s motion. Alex also blessed the audience with a very loud “WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” at the end of That Beautiful Sound that had the audience responding similarly 😂 The free swag for Sunday was a slap bracelet lol I didn’t get an October Playbill which made me sad. THEY HAVE SANDWORM PLUSHES NOW!! I also got to go see Curtain Up very close to the front and hear Alex and Elizabeth perform Say My Name. They did a brief interview as well. Alex was a goof, as always, and Elizabeth was just adorable! I took more time, the second show, to really look at the mural. I was dragged back to my own piece by Gou and my best friend’s aunt because they saw someone taking photos of my artwork. They insisted on telling them I was the artist and we had a brief discussion about it. It made me happy hearing that they loved my piece enough to take a photo to send to a friend! I was then asked to take a photo of a family in front of the mural only for my best friend’s aunt to insist they sit in front of my piece. I hate bringing attention to myself but they were so confused as to why she was making them move that I had to explain to them why she was doing it and I apologized. But instead the insisted that I not take their photo but instead get in the photo with them and it was really sweet! I don’t know what else to say except this has been amazing and I’m so happy I got to see it before the show closes in January. I wish I could see it one last time but I will forever cherish what I got.

#Beetlejuice the Musical #Beetlejuice Broadway #BeetlejuiceBway #Beetlejuice #I promise I did NOT audio record both shows #Do not DM me if you're interested in hearing either of them #AviDoro #Avi's Life

[paleangels13]

AHHHH THE CONCERT WAS FUCKING AMAZING AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AND I'M SO GLAD I WENT THERE AND IT WAS SO MUCH FUN 😭😭❤️

My legs felt like they were dying and my neck is absolutely dead rn but ahshdjks

I caught one of Nik's drumsticks, absolutely convinced Pi and Chris both smiled at me (obviously 😌) at some point and after the show I bought on of these clear round drum things (sorry I don't know what the English term is at all rn :')) with their autographs on it 🥰

Chris came down and he got on the fence right next to me and ahhh I saw a man so beautiful 😭💛

Also I started crying (again) but my friend immediately came to hold me for the entire song so it was okay 🥺

THEY PLAYED MY FAVORITE SONG AGAIN!! I WAS SO HAPPY 😭🥰

Also we sang happy birthday to gared and it was really bad :'D

Waited 5h, got second row but exactly where I wanted to stand. It was raining most of the time and we got pretty wet but ayyy and inside the venue it was wayyy too hot but and we were all sweat-soaked by the end but oh well :D

Also after the show we waited for another hour or so until we had to catch our train home and I saw gared and class coming outside but they hurried to the bus and it was nice to see how everyone accepted that they didn't seem like they wanted to chat. I was hoping to catch Pi to ask him something but that didn't work out again because I didn't even see him come out before we had to leave so I guess I'll keep trying :(

Anyway, I love them, the opening act was great and their concerts will forever stay my favorite concerts to go to 🥰🥰🖤

#Fine talks #fine's concert adventures #concert reports by fine 😌

[inlettersdeeplyworn]

Valley of Plenty

Pairing: F!Reader x Jaskier

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You, a traveller on your way to Oxenfurt stop the night at a seemingly random inn, where you make the acquaintance of a very interesting bard.

Warnings: Smut, PWP

Authors Note: So I wrote this on a school trip to prove a point to my friend, nearly got caught several times trying to write it, wrote it dead in front of a teacher while talking to them, and actively embarrassed my friend. Happy Birthday dude :]

You noticed him from across the room. How could you not? He commanded the attention of the entire tavern, his lyrical talent capturing the eyes of the whole room. His hands deliberately plucked and strummed along the strings of his lute with a practiced ease, and each step he took sent his wine-red coat swishing, the eyes of the maidens following his every move. You too followed him, drawn to him like a moth to the light. His words echoed in your ears, fuelled by the applause and methodical claps of the audience. Some sang along, but their voices were muted by his own, a beacon among the ocean of noise.

He made his way to you as he sang of the Witcher, and soon he was right in front of you. You could see his deep blue eyes, and in an unexpected surge of bravery, you reached forward and grabbed his hat, placing it on your head. He shot you a wink as he sauntered away from you, and soon he had finished his song with a definite strum.

After a momentary pause, another song started, and you turned to the food that was beginning to grow cold on the table in front of you. As you ate, the music began to slow as the bard finished his song. He bowed to the many cheers of the audience, blowing a stray kiss or two at the women who crooned and smiled at him. You couldn't blame them, you would have to be blind to not acknowledge his beauty.

He had a sharp jawline, highlighted by the slanted cut of his hair. His eyes were a piercing shade of blue, and the many rings and acessories that adorned his body shone in the dim tavern lighting. Turning back to your meal, you allowed yourself to enjoy the calm, comforting environment of the popular bar. After a few moments, someone above you cleared their throat. You looked up and met the eyes of the bard, his eyes fixed onto yours. "May I?" He gestured to the seat in front of you. "Oh, of course." He sat down, settling a plate of food infront of himself.

"Jaskier" he said, extending his hand towards you, and as you shook it, you told him your name. "You have something of mine" He said, glancing to where his hat rested on your head. Your face went red as you reached to remove it, but he stopped you. "I don't mind if you keep it for a moment longer. Are you travelling alone? Or with friends." He asked, lacing his fingers together and resting his chin there. "Alone. And you ?" You asked. "Your reputation implies that you are quite rarely alone"

He smiled at that. "Today, dear stranger, I am as alone as a blooming mountain flower". His words, like his songs, were full of metaphors and prose, a quality that you'd never seen in a person before. "Well I hope you find some company dear bard. But I leave for travels in a days time, so it's best you seek another's company." You stood and went to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist. "Stay a little longer?" His voice was soft and the hand on your arm was warm, callosed fingers soft despite their hardened tips.

"The night grows old, Jaskier, and I tired." Despite your words, you made no attempt to move from his gentle touch. He stood, towering over you slightly. He bent down, leaning into your ear as he murmered "If you change your mind, dear, I'm room number four."

He leaned back up, flicking the brim of his hat as he took it from your head. You turned around, walking to your room. The second floor of the tavern served as an inn, and as you entered your room you sighed. Walking to your bed, you changed into more comfortable garments, laying down in your bed, shuffling to get comfortable. You closed your eyes to sleep, but you could only think of him. His gentle touch, and you couldnt stop yourself from thinking what he would be like, how he would treat you. He'd be gentle, you decided, take care of you. He'd kiss you softly, hold you close, take his time. Images flashed through your mind and you woke with a start.

The voices of the patrons had long died out, and the moon shone high in the sky. You lay there, remembering the dream you'd had of him. His soft kisses, his gentle touch, his quiet whispers. You didn't understand how one man had such effect on you. A stranger on all terms, he shouldn't have plagued you as much as he did. You lay still for a moment, contemplating your choice, before muttering "fuck it" and getting out of your bed. You walked to your door, opening it quietly and walking across the hallway. The hall was dead silent, illuminated by the moon and the soft, flickering lights dipping fron under the door of, of course, Room 4.

You knocked, so softly that you yourself could barely hear it, and you waited. After a brief moment, the door opened, light spilling into the corridor. He stood there looking down to you as the warmth of his room spilled into the cold hall. "Your bed cold too then?" He asked with a grin. Although it was clear he hadn't been sleeping, he wasn't doing anything of substance either. The clothes he wore were far plainer then those he performed in, the various jewellry that previously adorned his neck, fingers, and hands was gone, bar one plain necklace which design you couldn't see beneath his low-cut creme shirt. "I was beginning to think I would have to keep myself company" he grinned. "But clearly not. What brings you to my door at this time of night, dear stranger?" Not giving you time to answer, he pulled you inside his room. The fireplace illuminated the space, various bottles of ink and pages of parchment scattered along most flat surfaces. Scrawly handwriting and small drawings dotted the pages, and a well-loved Lute lay on a table near some parchment.

A warm haze settled in the room, the fireplace's small size not hindering the roaring flames engulfing the logs. "Well?" He asked expectantly, leaning slightly on the closed door. You turned to face him, pulling your eyes from their roving state to meet his own. His eyes were darker, something in them sparking heat deep within your gut. Coming closer to you, he repeated his question. "What brings you to my door at this time, dear stranger?" His voice was hushed, gentle and low, and your eyes flickered briefly to his lips before they focused back on his eyes. He placed his hands gently on the dip of your waist, a warm weight sending goosebumps along your arms. "I.. I don't know" you stuttered. He drew you close, your hips flush against his, and you could feel your face getting redder by the second.

Your breath felt caught in your throat as he leaned toward you, your faces mere centimetres apart. "I think I know why you're here". His breath was warm and his voice was impossibly low, eyes locked on your own. You both stood there for a moment, frozen in time. The spell was broken when he leaned in, a feat that seemed impossible with how close you already were. "All I need is a yes" he murmered, his hands warm and electric where they rested on your waist. Your voice was caught in your throat and you could only find it within yourself to nod.

That seemed answer enough for him, and he closed the distance between you as kissed you. His lips were soft, far softer then you'd imagined, and warm, so warm, and you gasped as he kissed you gently. Your hands moved to cup his cheeks before sliding to the back of his neck and grasping his hair. He broke the kiss to push you against the wall, connecting your lips once more in the matter of a few seconds. His teeth gently tugged at your lips and you let out a surprised noise. Jaskier deepened the kiss, pressing his chest flat against yours, his body's warmth making the room infinitely hotter. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, and you moaned brokenly, tugging at his hair. He gasped and his hands grabbed your own and pinned them against the wall. His leg slipped between your own as he got closer, effectively immobilising you.

Suddenly, the space between you couldn't have been smaller. Each movement of his lips was hypnotic and addicting, his hands gripping your wrists in place against the door as the kiss changed, becoming faster, passionate, possessive. As you parted, you moaned softly, your eyes meeting his. You struggled slightly against his grip in arousal and his hands clenched around your wrists. "Oh no, dear heart, I'm not letting you go now" he said, leaning in to kiss you once again. Your lips moved in tandem with his, the room feeling hotter and hotter with every slide of his lips against your own.

You let out a surprised noise as he picked you up by your thighs, hands resting below your legs as he held you. Your arms settled to wrap around his neck comfortably, your body now level with his. He pressed himself closer to you, his body slotting neatly between your legs. He pulled away and you whined, face flushing as you did so. "Please" your throat was dry and your voice soft "don't stop". Jaskier flashed a grin at you, something so simple causing you to go red once again. "Oh love, we're just getting started". He began to place dry kisses down your neck, making your heart skip a beat, his mouth traveling lower and lower down your throat, sending shivers down your spine. He began to suck on the hollow of your throat, long, wet kisses as he drew whimpers and moans from your lips. As he pulled away, his eyes met yours, "If we continue, I doubt we will stop" he said. "I think its already too late for that," you said, leaning in to kiss him again.

He picked you up, and you wrapped your arms around his neck more securely with a yelp. He carried you over to his bed, laying you down on it before climbing over you. His eyes travelled along your body and you could feel yourself turning red under his gaze. "You'll be the death of me, dear heart. You're gorgeous". He leaned in to kiss you again, a quick kiss, taking off his shirt as he pulled away from you, tossing it to the side carelessly. You found you couldn't look away from him, breath caught in your throat as you unashamedly stared. The bard was far fitter then you'd expected, defined muscles and pecs covered in a layer of well-groomed chest hair. The necklace he wore dangled gently above you, rocking slightly, silver and gold catching the light of the fireplace in a stunning display of glimmer. He placed his hands at the hem of your shirt, and after a moment, pulled it off of your body, throwing it off like he did with his own. He leaned in for another kiss and you couldn't help but watch his muscles flex as he lowered himself to you, hovering over your body without crushing you. His bare chest was inches from your own, and you placed a hand on his chest, the other resting on his hips, tracing aimless patterns along his ab line as he kissed you.

He slowly moved his lips, trailing kisses down your neck, following the V of your collarbones as his kisses travelled closer and closer to your breasts. He lifted his hands, thumbs gently flicking over your nipples. As you moaned, he dipped his head, placing a wet kiss on your breast before taking a nipple into his mouth, lightly sucking on it. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, and you moaned softly as he contiuned his minstrations, sucking along your breast as he held your waist like a lifeline. With each movement, you felt yourself getting more and more arouse, moans breaking through the otherwise silent room, filling it with an erotic ambience. His head moved, kissing along your chest as he moved from one breast to the other, taking it in his mouth once again. You could feel your arousal growing, and you began to buck your hips upwards in search of friction. His hold on your waist tighetened as he stilled you, and you whined softly at the overwhelming sensations he was making you feel.

It felt like an eternity and a mere second at the same time before the bard began to move, kissing softly down your chest, lower and lower, leaving a trail of wet, warm kisses that sent shivers through your body in his wake. He stopped at the edge of your pants, eyes meeting yours. You flushed red as he began to fiddle with the drawstring of your pants, making no attempt to remove them fully. "May I?" he asked, and you nodded. His voice sounded wrecked with arousal, at least an octave deeper, with a low tone that sparked a heat deep in your gut. He began to slowly remove both your pants and underwear, exposing your body to him. You couldn't help but feel embarrased, and you closed your legs together to hide, but he placed calloused hands on your thighs as he spread your legs wide. His head dipped down, and your mind completely went blank as he began to place soft and warm kisses on your inner thigh, moving closer and closer inwards. He kissed your clit and your hands instinctively moved to grip at his hair as you whimpered and arched your back.

A fiery warmth spread through you as he worked his tongue with long, languid strokes, alternating between those long licks that ran along the entire length of your cunt, and short, sloppy ones that focused on stimulating your clit specifically. He began to suck on your clit and you tugged at his hair, tipping your head back in pleasure. He moaned lowly when you pulled at your hair, and despite your current circumstance you still felt yourself blushing like a virgin at every noise that escaped him. He kept moving, continual licks and sucks that brought you closer and closer to the edge, and you could feel your body shaking. His actions stopped, and for a brief moment you were confused, but that quickly vanished as he began to enter inside of you with his tongue. Subconsciously, your legs tried to close, but he kept them open, hands bracing your thighs as he fucked into you with his tongue.

Replacing his tongue with a long, calloused finger he continued to lick at your clit, and while you'd never to the light of day admit it, his fingers brought you far more satisfaction then your own. His were thick and long, able to reach deeper and futher, and he moved them with such ease and confidence that you couldn't help but wonder where he'd picked up all of this talent. He continued to lick along your clit, stretching your walls with his finger. You tugged at his hair again and squirmed when his moans sent a series of vibrations along your clit. You could feel your orgasm coming closer and closer, and a dark corner of your mind worried that you'd ruin this too soon, but when he added a second finger to you, curving them to hit inside of you just right, you came. He didn't stop at this, continuing to move his fingers inside of you, and as he removed them, he placed one long, definate lick along the length of your pussy.

You felt dazed, and close to exhaustion, your eyes closing as he moved up and kissed you. In your haze, you noticed a strange, slightly bitter taste on his tongue, and realized you were tasting yourself, a fact that turned you on far more than it should have. He pulled away and you noticed your differing states of undress. While he was still in his pants, most of his body covered (or at least somewhat modest), you were entierly naked, and you reached to his hips to undo the drawstring that kept them lying low. You took a moment to appreciate him, his beauty unparalleled by any other man you'd seen in your travels.

His pants came off, and you were kissing again, bodies meeting sweetly as your lips slid together. Your hand trailed lower, but he grabbed it and pinned it next to your head. "No, darling, I have something else in mind." He entwined your hands, the contact more intimate than anything else you'd done, and you couldn't help but blush at his words. "I'm going to fuck you now, okay?" He said. He looked breathless, eyes scanning across your figure in clear appreciation. Your eyes met his, green met blue, and you muttered breathlessly "sounds like a plan", before he kissed along the hollow of your neck. He slipped a finger inside of your entrance and you moaned softly. "Let me hear you, dear heart. Let me hear everything you're feeling, your thoughts. Let me hear you sing." He emphasised his last word with a second finger, stretching you with sharp yet gentle movements. His movements sped up as he stretched his fingers inside you, curling and flicking.

His fingers found something inside of you that set off waves of pleasure and you moaned, squirming and grinding down onto his fingers, trying to both escape and increase the stimulation of his fingers inside you. He sucked dark bruises into your neck as he continued to finger you open, and you could feel yourself unravelling, hands digging into his sides in pleasure. "Fuck, please, Jask" you begged "I'm so close, please". Your body felt alight, and he removed his fingers. You whined, the weak noise making him laugh slightly. He didn't stop marking you, though, even as he began to gently push into you. As his cockhead breached your walls, you could hear him cursing softly. While his fingers had been able to slip in and out of you with ease, his cock almost hurt to take. It was far thicker then his fingers, and filled you up so neatly. He sucked purple marks into your collarbones as he continued to push further into you, and each centimeter seemed neverending. His hips met your skin and you both stopped as you adjusted to the feeling of him inside you. He straightened himself, and you couldn't help but stare at him. His muscular torso was taut, his fair skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat that made him look as though he was glowing in the firelight. Your eyes followed the trail of chest hair that travelled lower and lower, and you were reminded of his cock inside of you as he began to move his hips, his hands finding place on your waist as he fucked into you.

He started slow, and you couldn't help the soft, sweet moans that fell from your lips with his each movement. He began to speed up, and you found it impossible to stop the stream of words that flowed from your throat. "Fuck, Jask, just like that. Gods, please, don't stop". Your words encouraged him and he began to fuck harder into you. One particular thrust hit a spot deep inside of you and you cried out, head tipping back into the bed in pleasure. "Gods, right there, please, right there". He began to move with a purpose, and you swore that he must've been magic, because he continued to hit that spot within you. "Keep doing that, please" you begged, and he did, not slowing or speeding, not going softer or faster, just doing the same thing, moving inside of you at a nearly brutal pace, as you felt your release come closer and closer. "Jask, I'm gonna come." He didn't stop, and you came, walls clenching around him as he fucked you through your orgasm. "Doing so well for me love, so well."

He didn't stop, though, fucking your overstimulated cunt as you whined, flipping you over to your stomach and resting a hand on your back. The new angle felt incredible, the length of his cock able to reach further inside of you. "How are you doing, my dear?" He asked, not stopping his movements despite his question. You moaned brokenly, unable to respond. Your tongue felt like lead in your mouth and your throat felt dry. You felt dead tired but also incredibly aroused. You'd never experienced something like this before, and you knew that you'd likely remember it for the rest of your life. He continued to fuck you hard, his grip on your waist never wavering even as his thrusts became sloppier, more desperate, as he chased his release. He pulled out of you at the last moment, kissing the back of your neck while he stroked himself, his release landing on your back.

You felt selfish for not wanting it to end, so in a moment of complete bravery (and perhaps not exactly thinking), you turned and cupped his face in your hands, kissing him fiercly. His hands rested at the nape of your neck, and as you parted you asked unthinkingly "Can I ride you?" Your face flushed almost immediately, and he looked at you, slightly taken aback, but that was immediately replaced with a sharp grin. "Oh dear heart, you haven't the fainest clue what you do to me". He lay down on his back and you straddled his thighs, your wet pussy rubbing softly along his length as you grinded in his lap for a moment. Your legs felt like jelly as you positioned his dick, slowly lowering yourself onto it. Your thighs were trembling, and your stomach seemed to be flipping and twisting as you settled on his lap. This was the deepest you'd ever had a man inside of you, and the rush of control that flowed through you was exhilarating. You rolled your hips and moaned, closing your eyes and tipping your head back.

You could feel his hands resting on your waist as you continued to slowly grind on his dick, subtly lifting and lowering your thighs. He moaned with each movement and you slightly sped up, leaning forward and placing your hands on his chest. You pressed featherlight kisses along his sternum as you ground in his lap. You moved upright again, moving up and down on his cock, your breasts bouncing as you moved. The angle of his cock inside of you formed a knot in your stomach, and as you fucked yourself on him, you couldn't take your eyes off the gorgeous man beneath you. His head was leaning back on the mattress, mouth open as sweet moans passed from his lips, as he breathed out your name and various terms of endearment and muttered nothings of praise. His chest moved up and down as he took deep breaths, and you could feel the callouses from his hands where they rested at your waist. Occasionally one hand would leave your waist to pass through his hair, sweeping it from his eyes to reveal clear blue that seemed to take you apart with each look. You could tell he was watching you too, gaze unwavering as his eyes racked up and down your body with an erotic tone.

"Doing so well gorgeous, doing so fucking well." His words were mindless as he fucked up into you, thrusting up to meet your hips as you lowered yourself. "Fuck, I'm so close" you moaned, tipping back your head in pleasure as you moved on his dick, hips moving up and down desperately. Your thighs burned from the excersise, adding to your exhaustion yet making the pleasure even more enjoyable. You came for a third time like that, fucking yourself through your orgasm on him. You felt him come inside of you too, and you moaned with him as you slowed down. His hands slid down to your hips and pulled you from his cock, placing you gently on his chest. "Sit" he said, pulling you close to his face. Carefully, you hovered there for a moment, and he laughed softly. "My love, I can't eat you out if you're a foot away from my face. Sit." You sat, slightly lifting yourself on your thighs. He placed his hands on your inner thigs and began to lick, gentle swipes of his tounge as you whimpered on his tongue, the sensitive feeling of your clit almost painful. He continued to lick along your slit, pressing his mouth to your folds as his tongue licked up and down your pussy. He sped up, his tongue rough and dedicated as he licked and sucked along your slit.

He pressed his tongue inside your hole, licking along your inner walls, and you grabbed at his hair, tilting back your head in pleasure as he cleaned you with his tongue. He continued to lick long stripes along your slit, sucking at your clit and drinking in your moans. Your body felt so sensitive, and as he continued to lick along your cunt, you could feel that familiar knot building in your stomach. "Jask" you moaned, tugging gently at his hair as your legs began to slightly tremble. He hummed, the vibrations further stimulating your sensitive and wrecked pussy. You continued to whimper as he brought you closer and closer to the edge again. "Fuck, please, I'm so close". Your words seemed to spur him on and he sped up slightly, flicking his tongue along the bud of your clit as you came for a second time on his tongue. Your thighs fought against his hands as you lost your strength, the exhaustion finally overpowering your arousal.

You slid off his body, sitting upright on the bed, and he rose, walking over to a basin to grab what seemed to be a wash cloth. You watched as he walked away, willing yourself to stay awake as he began to gently run the wash cloth over your body, wiping away sweat and come that was on your body. As soon as he had finished you lied down, head dropping heavily onto the pillow as your eyes began to close. You registered briefly as he helped you place a familiar creme shirt over your body. He lay down next to you, pulling you to his chest and wrapping an arm around you as you fell asleep, holding you close to him. Despite the warmth that the fireplace brought, he still felt like a warm weight for you to hold close.

The next morning you woke to that same warmth, strong arms wrapped around you, a hand fiddling with the short strands of your hair. "Good morning, dear heart." Oh. His voice in the morning was so similar to the one you'd heard last night, and your face flushed red at the memories of what had happened. "Good morning, Jaskier." You mumbled, cuddling closer to his chest. He was so warm, and the barest rays of sun had made themselves known through the window, so you knew it to be early. "I, uh, best be on my way" You said after a moment. "Why? Where must you go?" He asked. For a brief moment you indulged the fantasy that he may want to see you again, know you as yourself, but that was wishful, right? "I'm travelling to Oxenfurt. I have some business to attend to." You said. "Ah, I travel away from Oxenfurt. I don't supposed I could convince you to come with me?" You went red. He wanted to stay in contact with you? "I... I truly wish I could. But this is something I've been putting off for too long."

He nodded as if in understanding, and then moved, standing up and walking over to the table covered in various pages of parchment. He had put on some pants, yet the sight of his bare chest and back still made you go red in the face. How juvenile. He grabbed a quill and scribbled something down in ink onto a sheet, bringing it over to you. "Here. How about we communicate, yes? So when you've finished your business in Oxenfurt we can perhaps meet again." The paper he'd given you had the address of an inn near the grassy knoll. "Don't leave me lonesome, dear. I'd hate to keep myself company." He winked, and you blushed, smiling back at him. Eventually, you'd begin to get dressed, collecting your clothes from where they lay on the floor. You'd have to leave his room with a wave and smile, a familiar hat perched neatly on your head. You'd eventually arrive at Oxenfurt with the address tucked neatly into your pack, his hat protecting you from the worst of the sun, and you'd settle into your room at the inn to write a letter, but for now, you pulled him back into the bed, and shared a warm moment with a man who'd taken your heart in his hands.

#jaskier x reader #jaskier x y/n #the witcher #smutfic #pwp fic #fanfic #x reader

[hangmanstigerlily]

The Sky, The Shore, and The Sea (Part 2)

I am a new writer here on Tumblr. I used to write and never post my writings....and here we are. Please let me know what you guys think!

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Named OC (Callsign is TigerLily)

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, blood

Jake has a serious thing for Bianca, an old friend of Rooster and Maverick. But what will he do about it? Bianca is definitely hiding her past from everyone except Rooster who knows why. Rooster tries to help get them together and of course, may lead to messing up his friendship in the process.

Here is a link to Part One

Bianca was curious about Bradley's text. A surprise for me? She agreed and went to bed, her alarm cutting through her dream with a shrill sound. She shot up, groaning slightly at the early hour, getting dressed in her swimsuit, she used her waterproof makeup to cover the jagged scar running up her left arm and peppered scars on her chest and stomach. Most days she didn't have to cover up the scars because of her shirts, only on beach days. A honk broke her from her thoughts as she grabbed her beach bag and ran outside, hopping in Bradley's bronco. "Hey Bee, good morning" he smiled, wearing his usual Hawaiian shirt over cutoff jeans and a white shirt combo "morning Bradley, looking like it's a vacation all the time as usual" she laughed and got in. "You know it" they drove and sang to the radio, first stopping at her restaurant as she picked up some of Jake's favorite pastries. 

"I…uh promised I would get some for him last week" she blushed as Bradley smirked at her. "Uh huh, sure TigerLily" he stopped, realizing what he had said, glancing at Bianca. She froze, but the moment passed over her face. "So you had a surprise for me?" She changed the topic, pretending that the use of her callsign didn't bug her. She cranked the radio up as Elvis Presley came on, singing loudly to it. "You really love that song" Bradley laughed as "Can't Help Falling In Love"  ended. "What can I say, Bradshaw, I'm a hopeless romantic" she laughed as they pulled up to what looked like an abandoned hangar "uh…well this isn't creepy and far away from civilization. You're not a serial killer are you?" She looked at him. "No no. Come on, we gotta be fast or else we will be late getting back to the Hard Deck" he hopped out and she followed, jogging to the slightly open door.

Wait, wasn't that Mav's motorcycle? Well one of them at least. She stopped dead as the sun glinted on silver and chrome. The Tempest. Written in cursive across the side of the plane. My F-18…but how. "I found her one day, Maverick said it was a surprise for your birthday." Bradley didn't want to see her expression, hearing her sandals calmly hit the ground and echo as he heard her sniffle. Bianca had walked closer, a mix of emotions filling her as she laid a hand on the cool metal. She took a steadying breath as flashbacks moved through her head. "Why…did you…" her voice was only a whisper as she moved her hand away "I thought you would be happy it wasn't lost" he finally looked at her, she was distant and pale. "It happened today…3 years ago today" she teared up and made her way back to the hangar door. Bradley's eyes widened, he had forgotten and really screwed things up. Of course, how could he forget? "Hey wait Bee, I didn't…" he trailed off as she wiped her eyes and glanced back at him "Just…take me to the Hard Deck" she wouldn't look at him or speak to him the whole trip back to the bar. 

"Please Bianca, talk to me" Hangman heard Rooster and two car doors slam as he saw Bianca turn and glare at Rooster, he was holding her arm as they made their way into the bar, she pulled her arm away from him, something about her body language and the look on her face made Hangman want to punch Rooster "Absolutely not, what was the point of showing me that? To hurt me? Especially today. So listen asshole, and I cannot stress this enough, go to hell Rooster" she turned and stormed across the bar, walking up to Hangman, dropping everything on one of the nearby tables and wrapping her arms around him, catching everyone off guard including Hangman, who dropped his cue stick on the pool table and wrapped his arms around her. What was that whole conversation that he had witnessed about? What was today? It clearly had made her very upset. He rested his head on hers. "Hey…." she mumbled into his chest.  “Hey yourself….you okay there darlin’?” He whispered in her ear, his breath making her shiver slightly, she still was thinking, her body felt rigid to Hangman almost clinging to him. “I got you, don’t worry.” He said quietly so only she could hear, her body relaxing and snapping her from her own thoughts. She hummed and breathed in again. There was that dumb cologne again. The smell was  mixed with the smell of salt, suntan lotion and sweat. Jake held her as long as she needed. Breaking the hug first she realized that everyone and she meant everyone was staring at them. "Sorry guys, am I holding up the game? I brought your favorite pastries.…" She said quietly, Hangman had never seen her like this, like her light had been diminished. "Ah no, we are all waiting on Mav to get here" Coyote cleared his throat, answering her question.

Phoenix came over and punched Rooster in the shoulder. “What the hell did you do?” He rubbed his arm, “Doesn’t matter what the hell I did. It pushed her to Hangman, didn’t it? What more did I need to do?” He looked at her and shrugged, trying to not seem like the day hadn’t gone way wrong. Phoenix shook her head and walked off, Bob, Payback, and Fanboy following her. Maverick walked into the bar with Penny and stopped, the room seemed tense. “Okayyyy so what happened in here? Who died?” He tried to crack a joke but went quiet as he looked at Bianca, holding onto Hangman’s arm, anger and sadness flashed across her face as she met his gaze. So that’s new. Rooster looked like he had lost something important  “Well time for dogfight football” He clapped his hands together and walked out onto the beach, the Dagger squad following him.

Hangman started walking out to play, but Bianca stopped him on the deck. “Aren’t you playing sweetheart?” He quirked an eyebrow, she shook her head no, the distant look coming back to her eyes. “Here” he pulled off his black shirt and handed it to her, “You can hold onto that, I know it has my cologne smell on it. I wear it ‘cause I know it’s your favorite smell. Will that keep your pretty blue eyes from being so haunted?” He had tilted her head to look at him, she blinked a couple times and nodded. “Y-yes, Jake…I. It means a lot to me” She stammered out, meeting his gaze. “I’d do anything for you, my tiger.” Her eyes widened slightly at him using the same nickname for her when they first met in such an affectionate tone “anything for me?” she echoed his words as he backed up, giving her a wink and smile, running to meet with the guys. 

Bianca sat in one of the beach chairs, Hangman's shirt was laying across her lap as she messed with the fabric, so far she had remained grounded, not tossed back into the events of three years ago. She waved back at Jake ever so often when he waved at her, smiling her way. Does he actually feel about me how I feel about him? Does he know that I was head over heels for him? She had just relaxed in her beach chair and closed her eyes when she heard someone flop in the chair next to her "Hey Bee, you okay?" It was Maverick, she knew just from hearing his voice. She looked at him, searching for any sign that he knew what Rooster had done. "You almost lost me three years ago Mav." She said quietly. He looked at her, his jaw clenched. "Bee…I.." she held up her hand to stop him.

"Bradley showed me the plane" Maverick took his shades off "he did what?" He looked mad, glancing at Rooster, who was playing. " That's why I was clinging to Hangman when you came in, I feel I'm stuck there sometimes Mav. When you asked if someone had died, I feel like it was part of me on that day, left in the ocean like the others. I was doing well today. I thought I would make it through without being sucked back into the past but Bradley made sure I was still there, anchored to ghosts." She looked towards the game, watching Hangman for a bit. "Bee, I had no idea he would ever do that to you. I was going to give you the plane for your birthday, I worked so hard to restore it for you. But I'm so sorry that you saw it today of all days. I never meant for the plane to cause you so much pain." Maverick said quietly. She looked at him after a few moments, resting her hand on his arm. "It's okay Pete, I know you wouldn't do that intentionally." She leaned over and hugged him tightly. "You think I'll ever be able to fly again?" She whispered quietly after breaking the hug. "I fully believe you can do anything you want Captain" Maverick said quietly, a smile being shared between the two. 

Hangman glanced over at Bianca and Maverick, seeing her smile made his heart leap in his chest. "Hey look out!" Payback yelled too late as Hangman got hit hard by Rooster, the football landing a short distance away. The wind was knocked out of Hangman, he groaned, his arm stinging slightly as he shoved Rooster off, glaring at him. "What's your problem, Bagman?" Rooster asked, putting his hands on his hips. Hangman got up slowly, dusting the sand off his arms "I should punch you in the face, Bradshaw!" He pointed at Rooster "What's the matter? Finally realizing your feelings for someone?" He sneered back. "Watch your mouth, whatever you did to Bianca was uncalled for" Rooster scoffed slightly "like you care about someone other than yourself"

That sent Hangman over the edge, he charged at Rooster. Bianca and Maverick looked up in time to see Hangman charging Rooster. "Hey! Hey! Stop that!" She jumped up and raced over to them, gripping Hangman's arm to stop him before he punched Rooster "Just because you don't give a damn about anything around you Bradshaw doesn't mean you get to hurt someone I care about!" Bianca managed to pull him away. He was going to fight Bradley about me. "Hey, hey. Jake! Look at me" his eyes softened as he looked down at Bianca. "Come on, your arm is bleeding, let me take care of it" she took his hand and led him back into the bar. 

"Go on, sit down" she pushed him onto one of the barstools gently. He finally looked her over, she had his shirt on and boy did that only make him fall more. She watched him for a moment, pulling out a first aid kit and smiling slightly “see something you like there Seresin?” she raised an eyebrow as she applied some antiseptic to the slice, noting the slight jolt in his arm. “Yeah, I would ask for my shirt back, but I like it so much more on you” He hummed, winking at her. She laughed and covered the cut. “Well maybe I want to wear your clothes more often” she winked back and felt her cheeks grow warm from her sudden boldness. He was speechless for a moment, studying her. “Can I…” He asked quietly, looking at her. She stepped closer, between his legs, and put her arms around his neck, his hands wrapping around her waist.

The moment felt more than the usual hugs, it was something more. She leaned back, her breath hitched as his hand ran under his shirt and against her skin, leaving a trail of fire. She had her swimsuit on still, but she felt his hand near the scars marking her stomach and side. “J-jake…” She looked at him as he stopped and dropped his hand “Sorry darlin’, I don’t want you to think badly of me” She shook her head “No it’s not that…I want nothing more than you to touch me” She stopped talking abruptly, looking at him. He flickered a smile, but not the same wolfy grin he would with other women. “Maybe one day…you can tell me about that haunted look you get in your eyes sometimes” His hand brushed her cheek, and she looked at him and nodded. 

A throat-clearing noise broke the moment as they both looked at the door. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything” I heard Penny chuckle softly as she made her way behind the bar. “Hangman here almost started a fight with Rooster in my honor and got cut up by the seashells on the beach” Bianca laughed and nudged Jake. “Well, that’s very white knight of you” Hangman shrugged and smiled brightly “What can I say, ma’am, I hate seeing those I care about being hurt by others” Bianca smiled and looked at Penny, “So where did you go off to?” Penny paused and looked at Bianca “Oh, Maverick asked me to take flowers out to…” she stopped and glanced at Hangman.

He felt Bianca tense up and wrapped his arms around her waist again. She relaxed. “Flowers to their graves” she finished her thought “it’s okay. Jake should know some of why I freeze up all the time and keep my distance from others” Hangman looked quizzically between the two. “Graves? Bianca?” she looked at him “my friends…they died about 3 years ago. They were pilots…Penny and Maverick have been putting flowers on their graves because I can’t bring myself to go visit them.” she looked down and rubbed her eyes, feeling the tears prickle at the edges of her eyes. Jake glanced at Penny, worry, and sadness crossing her face. He pulled Bianca tighter to him, his hand gently resting on the back of her head, he felt the tears on his shoulder.

“Shh, shhh. I've got you tiger” Penny raised an eyebrow this time. Like her callsign. She pulled back after a few minutes and sniffled, wiping her face with the edge of his shirt. “I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you before.” She shook her head, looking at him for any sign of rejection and all she saw was adoration and care, maybe even worry. “I’ll always be here. I care about you. Whenever you are ready to share anything, I’m ready darlin’” He smiled and rubbed her back. “I think I’ll go back home….” she stopped mid-thought and sighed “Bradley brought me here in his Bronco, said he had a surprise for me out at Mav’s old hangar” She trailed off and sighed again “I’ll give you a ride home” Jake spoke up “Really? You don’t have to. I can ask Phoenix or Bob” She motioned to the beach. “You make it hard to sweep you off your feet” He chuckled and grabbed her stuff and his off the table. Penny smiled as she saw Bianca take his outstretched hand and walk out of the bar. 

So there is part 2 of this storyline. Let me know what you guys think!

Tag List (I hope it's cool): @topguncortez @notroosterbradshaw @roosterforme

#jake seresin x named oc #new writer #uhhhh #part 3?

[percocet]

home finally!!! recount of the night:

the opening band FUCKED and fucked hard. tonight was the first live show they played in 3 yrs!! and they're from the city i go to uni in and at the merch stand we ended up talking about it. they're so cute and funny. i was like hey do u take debit card my friend here doesn't have canadian money. and they were like no but i'll literally trade you anything you want for that red bull jacket you're wearing. and caro was like HAHAH I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY TO TAKE IT OFF THEM. i got a t-shirt :)

KAYLEIGH. is so lovely. omg. she took time between songs to chat about her thought processes while writing, joked around with us, kept it real. she's so eloquent and i was lowkey pissed off at the back of the crowd for talking while she was talking because like hello! yeah i know she's not bringing like heavy bangers or whatever but she's literally sharing her heart with us. show some love? during her second last song the pit opened tho and she stopped singing for a moment to be like awh you guys are rad as fuck. fell in love w her tonight.

i had pre-show jitters before ls dunes came on because this was like. my first ever show where i was general admission! standing on the floor!! moshing, even!!! and i was worried i'd get squished or hurt or wouldn't be able to see shit and i got myself in a state for like. nothing lol. it was fine. it was more than fine. there were moments where the crowd would part before me like the red goddamn sea and anthony or frank or travis would be like Right There.

tucker rule is so fucking good. did not miss at any point during the set. also it was his birthday! we sang happy birthday very badly for him!! i will upload that in a sec lol

before past lives, frank said "mark, could we get a LOT less anthony and tucker's ears. thank you so much." and anthony said "can you take me out of tucker's ear?" while frank threw his arms up like "sorry, SORRY. i don't want to be the guy who has to say it!" then anthony went, "what the fuck, tucker?" and frank grabbed the mic immediately like "can we get some xanax in tucker's ears, please?" they fucked around for a couple seconds and then anthony said "everybody just needs less of me" to which frank responded. "i'll take whatever they got.... and if i could get more of MY vocal, please." then frank tucked his hair behind his ears. said "okay im done with them." insane little duo. im going to gif this instead of sleeping

people went insane during permanent rebellion and past lives. anthony stood on a mountain of people at one point in the latter song. i think i stopped breathing it was intense

encore was 2022 and sleep cult! we all sang the shadoop shoobeedoop part and god the entire crowd singing "sorry that i wish that i was dead"....... punch in the gut. kayleigh also came on stage for it!! so good. also they extended the ending for maximum psychological damage. i love this song and this record

caro and i got chatime after and then got lost in toronto because apparently even though i've moved here i know fuck all about the ttc 😭 literally had . the most fun ever and it's 2:30 am and i have to be up at 6 to picket at 7 so i think i'll just be up. oughh so much love in my heart. so much love!!

#ls dunes #long post #11.22.2022 #dunesposting

[aestheticvoyage2023]

Day 205: Monday July 24, 2023 - "Huck's Piggy Platter, 3rd edition"

We treated Huckleberry to the Piggy Platter tonight and sang him happy birthday. The 3rd edition for Huck included a can of good stuff dog food and cube steak and an H shaped Hot Dog. The candles were held up in a grilled scallop bake that Havarti would have definitely appreciated far more than our Huckleknuckle did. In true anxious form, he begged for the steak as I cooked and cut it, and then was afraid of it when it was served to him and he could have his way with it. William jumped in and helped, and hand fed it to him, bit by bit, yummy wet dog food and all, just like we have to do with him. Eventually we had to give up and pour it into his bowl, so that our anxious boy didn't have to struggle with the tension of feeling like he was doing something he shouldn't. We all made it a point to give Huck our extra loves and celebrate him, not just tonight, but all week. He's been such a good boy, and is such a special funny part of our family. Happy Birthday Huck! We're glad you're not dead! (licked Colorado River Toad earlier in the week, and almost didn't live to see his third birthday!)

Song: Don Williams - Stay Young

Quote: “Puppies are born with the genes for love, but it still takes a village to raise a loving dog.” ― Clive D.L. Wynne

[whats-wild-to-you]

can i ask for a fluff of crush’s “don’t forget”? that song has been stuck in my head since jay sang it 🥲

Like Jay once said, prepare to cry! 🥺😭

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You took your camera everywhere you went with Jay. Whether it was the convenience store or a concert, you were dead set on documenting everything.

“What are you doing, pointing that thing at my face?” Jay playfully protested when you pulled out your camera yet again. You convinced him to take the weekend off and together you took a roadtrip to Busan.

“Isn’t it nice? The sun, the wind.”

“Can we go eat now? I’m starving!”

“Just one more shot!” You pouted your lips, gesturing for Jay to move closer to the cherry blossom trees. “So pretty!” You mumbled starring through the lens.

“Me? Or the flowers?” Jay asked, which made you burst out in laughter and take a shaky picture.

“I bet it’s still good.” Jay insisted and dragged you to the nearest restaurant.

“빨리! Take the picture and let’s eat.”

Smiling, you took a photo of the steaming food before savoring it.

“This is delicious! I wish there was a way to capture taste in a photo.”

Jay just grinned and continued eating. From time to time he would look at you funny, especially if you insisted on photographing odd things but he never complained.

‘I love how you’re so passionate about the things you like!’, he would often say.

For his birthday, you made sure to invite all his friends and spent all day in the kitchen preparing his favorite foods and a giant birthday cake.

You stayed on the sidelines while Jay's friends congratulated him and gave him gifts. After everyone had left you joined him as soon as you finished cleaning up the kitchen. He looked tired, his head propped on his hand. You couldn't resist and brushed with your fingers through his hair. A small and content smile escaped his lips as he looked at you. You remained in this blissful silence before you finally spoke up.

"It's good that I threw this party for you. At least now I know you'll be fine."

Jay was too tired to understand what you were saying, just got up and guided you to the bedroom.

He didn't think much of it when he woke up in an empty bed the next day. But since he hadn't heard from you all day, he started worrying.

Finally, when he arrived home late at night, he found your note, neatly placed on top of his favorite hoodie.

Writing this, I already realize I’ll regret it forever. However, the joy you brought me was unlike anything I had ever experienced from any other man, and it came at a time when I needed it most. You brought out a permanent smile on my face simply by being yourself. I loved nothing more than to see your smiling face too.

It deeply hurts me so say this, and I know my heart will be scarred. However, I am not someone who can give you the same happiness you give me. I want you to be happy, always. Please don't hate me too much, I did it all because I truly care about you! I will always cherish the time we spent together.

Goodbye, my love

#jay park #park jaybum #park jaebum #park jaebeom #more soju please #send me asks #ask response #asks open #anon ask #ask me anything #anon request

[loverlylight]

My thoughts on last night, warning that this is very long and rambly, I tried to insert a read-more but it doesn't seem to work anymore and I couldn't find any info about how to get it to work so... apologies. These are also all just unedited thoughts I just wrote down last night and today while I still had everything fresh, so it's probably not super coherent.

That was amazing

-I was right, Ray's smile is fatal in real life. It's too beautiful. I am deceased now. He is also just beautiful in general, I don't generally yell to men I don't know that I love them, but yeah. He had a ponytail and grinned so much and he grinned in my general direction several times and I am dead

- Mikey OWNS the stage. He was moving around and grinning and making so much eye contact and I know he's like that generally nowadays but he was KILLING IT last night

-They all looked in my general direction various times, there was one time when Frank looked in our direction and a bunch of us waved and he smiled at us

-Gerard said at the end that he was dealing with a headache, but he was still so amazing. There was one point where he turned to each section of the crowd and said hi to everyone, it was great

-He also did some other fun stuff, like running around the stage and wrapping the cord around his neck, and he did lead us in some stuff and he was very pretty and that shirt made it very obvious when he was just like... DRENCHED in sweat. Also yes I appreciated the top several buttons being undone thank you Gerard

-We all sang happy birthday to Worm! Gerard mentioned how there were like eight different versions being sung and that he loved it

-The setlist was amazing, I think there was only one song I particularly wanted to hear that they didn't play but they played both Fashion Statement AND Vampires and I had thought beforehand it'd be awesome to hear those two but figured they probably wouldn't play them so I can live without Vampire Money. Also I remember thinking in the time leading up to the show that I really wanted to hear Planetary (Go!) but I wasn't going to hope for it but they did play it and it was great

-My voice is WRECKED, I only bought one water bottle and my throat was raw by the third song but I still kept scream-singing with every song as much as I could. It's a bit better this morning but it's still sore and I'm trying to drink tea+honey to see if that helps

-There was one point at the end when Ray was bouncing so much and it was very much a mood, I really wish I could find video of that moment 'cause he just looked so energetic and happy and into the music and he also jumped pretty high which I thought was cool

-Apparently if you keep standing for hours on end you're fine, but if you're then seated for three hours and stand up again your legs turn to jelly at that point

-I say standing but I was bouncing the whole time because I cannot and do not attempt to dance but I can and do jump in place when I'm excited so I did. ...I also bounced while in line for merch and didn't really notice anyone else do so and I was like do none of y'all stim? (Speaking of, SO much happy stimming on my end last night, it was just... yeah~) I did have to alternate between full on bouncing and just doing those little knee-bend bounces because my legs would get tired

-I was so sad that I missed both opening acts because I was in line for merch (I got inside around seven and got in line for merch around 7:15 and it took over an hour and a half to get to the merch table), but they were loud enough we could hear them outside the stadium proper and I did jam out a bit in line. I did manage to get to my seat in time to see and cheer for the vacuum guy, so that was great!

-Speaking of merch, they weren't selling any mystery shirts where I went, which was disappointing, but I did get a tote, beanie, and the Boy Zone short so that was great~

-I didn't take any pictures or anything (I mean, I took one of the drum and one of vacuum guy but none during the actual show) because I didn't want to break my immersion, so I'm extra grateful for everyone else who takes pictures and videos and uploads them. Obviously they can't capture those "they're interacting with the crowd in my general direction" moments, but even if I did have my phone out I wouldn't have been able to capture those.

-There were different times when it seemed like each band member made eye contact with me and I know logically they didn't but I'm letting myself have this

-It really is just so surreal. It was so much fun and I got to see them live and just... I'm not good at living in the moment but last night I was there and we were all there and it was stunning

-When we were making our way out, someone in the audience yelled to the rest of the audience something like "attention! You are all beautiful!" and I feel like that really encapsulated the feeling of the night

-You know what Ray said about how people should feel after a MCR show. Yeah that's accurate

#my mind is an odd place #my show

[the-learning-bri]

I woke up at 08:59 today

because I set an alarm.

After I wake up, I’ve been laying around just in my own head. Getting my wits about me. Trying to recollect my dreams.

I can’t really pinpoint any one part.

But there was smoking or maybe just weed in a room where it wasnt supposed to be. There was some type of event outside at like a park. At one point some dude was chasing me or I was chasing him or multiple of us were chasing him idk. The moon. The moon was out of the sky and it was a crescent and it was laying on something in front of me but it wasnt rock and its health was like depleting over time. There was a good bit of frustration. Uncle Allen was there at some point. I was texting zariah about meeting somewhere but she was meaning to text somebody else. I think she said something about sorry i didnt know you needed your id. And whatever event was going on at the parky place I remember showing my id. She meant to text kasai and i was so confused. There were some people from rec softball but I cant remember who.

A whole lot of feels and pieces from my dreams but I can’t string together any solid imagery or storyline.

Yesterday I woke up. Laid around with tummy discomfort. Typed. Used the bathroom and read divergent. Showered. Went and made breakfast. The menu was already laid out for me so it was easy. Just how I like it.

Muffins (we only had blueberry so that made it easy), Bacon (cut in half) (the already opened pack looked questionable when compared to the new pack but nobody’s dead so its all good), [mini] tater tots, and hard boiled eggs (next time I need to put them in ice to make it easier to peel). And I made sausage for daddy.

I napped shortly after that on the couch. I woke up to questions about a crab broil, and then went and picked it up. I stopped at walgreens before that and saw Dante. I got Nana’s gift cards and Cameron a card that I didn’t even give to him.

I picked up the food. 16 wings from Stokos. 2 of which were eaten. Order #92 from Crafty Crab.

I pulled up to the house right after Nana and her new Cadi. We all signed cards last minute as we do.

Cameron opened his gifts. He went for a small bag first. Then He went for the box. I knew he was going for the phone and he was right on the second guess. Or maybe the first gift opening was a courtesy and he already knew it was the small blue box that a had a new blue phone in it.

We sang happy birthday and he waved the candles out with his hand. He wasn’t a fan of the noise makers.

Mommy and Nana opened all their cards and the celebrations were good.

The mavs beat the suns to tie the series 2-2.

I have to remember to see Dr. Strange with at least Uncle Allen soon.

The crab broils smacked. Daddy popped a bottle of sparkly whine that dripped to the floor. Mommy poured me a glass. What a life lol.

I was determined to get my hair down. So I did it. The bobby pins that were used were huge. There was a ponytail under the bun contraption. It always feels good to have my hair back down and it definitely grew like crazy. The moon is in Leo. It felt like a mane as it didnt lay straight down and framed my face. I’m probably gonna pull it back for preservation sake.

I did a hip mobility video and at one point my legs were shaking. But it was nice and felt good in a way. I have a patience for physical things and connecting to my body that I didn’t once have.

I followed it up with a night time yoga video. I added black to the end so a black lady could guide me. It was nice. I have a patience for physical things and connecting to my body that I didn’t once have.

Right after I called my gf and went to sleep.

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Yesterday the things I did that I hadn’t done the day before were attending to my hair, and stretching.

In relation to the day before I did drink more water and I did listen to more music.

I also unpacked all of my clothes.

The things I still need to do today are order Mommy’s butta and touch Charted.

In relation to yesterday I want to

Drink even more water. Continue writing. Continue reading divergent. Continue getting in tune with my body. Continue unpacking, but try to keep in mind “do you want this in your apartment? If the answer is NO - LET IT GO”.

Other things I might want to do but won’t add it to the list are

Order a Brita filter, text Dr. Umoja, schedule CJ maintenance, cop tmr cause Kessai leaves for a week, go through my emails, and make a graduation post.

Something that is on the list is laundry. Hopefully I can get everything washed and put up.

Yesterday after dinner there was no rush to anything. And I enjoy that. I would like to hold on to that feeling, and do with my time as a i wish.

Hopefully I can get my room situated a little bit more.

TIL: Lion’s mane is a fungus.

05/09/22 10:13

[gallawitchxx]

ficlet friday 🚑

this week, we're killing a few birds with one ficlet!

first & foremost, this is a gift for my sweet bb twin mick of @mickmilks on his birthday today! a while ago, this post was going around & mick's birthday trope mash-up is angst with characters who work together. & wouldn't you know it? anna of @rereadanon, who's truly overflowing with ideas for our boys, had already given me the perfect prompt for the occasion!

so, without further ado, i give you a lil friday snafu at gallagher-milkovich security!

2k words under the cut or read here on a03 🖤

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It’s a Friday in early September. The threat of Fall hangs in the air, but it’s still fucking hot— especially in a metal box like the ambulance.

Ian’s driving them home after their last drop of the week, fiddling around with the radio and rolling his eyes as Mickey wipes his sweaty brow and grumbles about how their camouflage get-ups don’t fuckin’ breathe.

“Open the vent, Mick. Right there in front of you,” Ian says, pointing to the closed apparatus near the window.

“I don’t like the air blowin’ right on me, alright?” Mickey huffs. He reaches forward to open it just a bit and dramatically pulls back, batting at the cool air like he’s dispersing a cloud of smoke.

“Well, the AC can’t work if it’s closed,” Ian points out, leaning over to fumble with the dial at the bottom of the vent. “Just move it around until you find the right spot.”

The car swerves a bit to the right, Ian’s attention now split between driving and helping Mickey.

“Yeah, yeah. Eyes on the road, hotshot,” Mickey commands, shoving Ian's hand back towards the steering wheel and taking over.

As he continues to fumble with the vent, Mickey’s phone rings, vibrating roughly in the pocket of his uniform. Annoyed, he shoves the plastic slats closed and focuses on extricating the device before missing the call.

“Gallagher-Milkovich Security, this is Mickey.”

“Mickey, hey! It’s Joyce from Glow-and-Grow. This a good time?”

Gallagher-Milkovich Security has had a good summer. They expanded, adding a new rig and a few drivers to service their growing client list. Glow-and-Grow was the newest addition—a newfangled operation, which boasted some fancy technology that gave their Northside warehouse a neon hue.

Joyce, the owner and operator, had personally reached out to Ian and Mickey, who had come recommended by another dispensary in the area. They didn’t even have to pitch very hard at their first meeting, just Word of Mouth marketing at its finest. Signed, sealed and delivered on reputation alone!

Mickey had been so damn happy that day that he’d bent over the bed immediately upon arriving home, presenting himself to Ian for the taking. All soft and submissive now that he had shirked the Milkovich notoriety for being a legit, business owning, good boy. He never expected it, but running shit above board—and being good at it—made him hard as a fuckin’ rock.

“Yeah Joyce, all good. What can I do ya for?”

At the mention of her name, Ian shoots Mickey a look through the rearview, wheels turning already about the nature of the call.

“I was just looking through the count for the week and I think today’s drop is short a couple hundred.” Her voice was calm, but Mickey’s brow furrows instantly. “Now before we panic, I’m going to crunch some numbers on my end, but I wanted to let you know right away so you can do the same on yours. I’m certain we can resolve this before we all skip away for the weekend.”

Mickey thumbs frustratedly at the patch of skin between his nose and his top lip. “Of course. Should be able to get ya an answer in an hour or two. That work?”

“Appreciate it, Mickey! I’ll be in touch sooner if we find anything.”

“Hey, thanks for bringin’ this straight to me, Joyce. We’ll figure it out.”

“Sure thing! Talk soon!” Joyce almost sang, which made Mickey’s stomach turn—wholly unfamiliar with anyone being so chill about missing money. Rich Northside fucks.

Ian was all over it as soon as the line went dead.

“What’s going on? Is there an issue with Joyce?”

“Thinks the drop’s short,” Mickey sighs, pressing the heels of his palms into his eye sockets. “Who we got on that this week?”

Ian looks back towards the road, his face dropping.

“Ian…”

He exhales, his eyes not daring to meet Mickey’s.

“Mark,” he whispers, prompting Mickey to lean in. “It’s Mark, alright?” A little louder this time.

“Jesus fucking Christ—“

“Maybe there’s been a mistake, yeah? We’re almost home, we’ll look through things. There’s gotta be an explanation…”

Ian had wanted to hire Mark, an alcoholic who was sober a few years and trying hard to get his life back on track. Mickey had been suspicious.

“I dunno, Ian. We gotta be able to trust these guys,” Mickey had said after Mark’s official interview, unsure about the combination of drugs, money and addiction.

“Says the ex-con from the Southside,” Ian chided, his eyes growing wider by the minute. “Come on, Mickey. We’d be giving this guy a real chance—helpin’ him and his family out. Isn’t that what we want to do with—“

“Fine, alright,” Mickey acquiesced, never one to hold out against Ian’s puppy dog eyes for very long. “But keep him on a tight leash, Gallagher. No funny business.”

“Mmm. All this talk of leashes is kinda turning me on, Mick.” Ian purred, closing in on Mickey with a salacious grin.

“Down Daddy,” Mickey said with a wink, spinning around and heading for the bedroom.

Ian responded by chasing him down and showing him just how tight a leash he could hold.

Now though, Mickey is in no mood for teasing, the realities of running projected and actual numbers through checks and cross-checks weighing on his mind and schedule.

Ian pulls into the parking spot they’d blocked off around the corner from their apartment and turns the key, silencing the dull roar of the motor.

“Mick, look—“

“No, Ian, you look. I didn’t want to hire this guy in the first place, and now I have to spend my fuckin’ Friday afternoon going through spreadsheets and crunchin’ fuckin’ numbers when I should be relaxin’ with a cold one, stoned outta my goddamn mind and split the fuck open on my husband’s monster cock.”

Ian can’t help but laugh, which only spurs Mickey further.

“You think that’s fuckin’ funny?”

“No, no, Mickey, it’s not funny. But I promise you all of those things after we figure this out. Especially the whole splitting you open part,” he says, reaching for Mickey’s thigh.

Mickey bats his hand away, “Hands off the goods, babyface. Fuckin’ serves me right for lettin’ you get me all soft. I knew this guy was trouble. Prob’ly have to go through all’a his other drops from this week too. Make sure nothin’ else comes up short.”

“I can do that if you want?” Ian shrugs, trying to take some things off of his husband’s plate.

“Fat chance, Gallagher. You’ve got such a hard on for that do-gooder shit, you’ll just bury the evidence so you can get in me faster.”

“Oh fuck off, Mickey. I can keep it in my pants for a few hours while we sort out business shit.”

“Yeah, well, if this guy fucked us, you’ll be keepin’ it in your pants for way more than a few hours.”

With that, Mickey storms out of the ambulance, slams the door and heads up to the apartment without so much as a glance back at Ian.

Ian waits as long as he can in the boiling rig, catching his breath and giving Mickey a chance to cool the fuck down inside, before he follows.

When he finally huffs up the stairs, the apartment door is locked—an intentional and fucking passive aggressive move. Ian curses his dramatic ass husband as he shuffles through his keys.

Mickey’s already at the small desk they have set-up in the corner, thumbing through papers and punching angry digits into their calculator. His back is to the door, and Ian takes the lack of any kind of acknowledgement as permission to just grab a beer from the fridge and sulk off to the balcony to smoke a cigarette.

Mixing business with pleasure can be a fucking racket.

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After about an hour, Ian hears Mickey’s phone go off.

He’d migrated into the bedroom after his smoke to change out of his uniform and was now playing on his own phone, trying to stay out of the line of fire.

He can’t make out much of what Mickey’s saying, let alone the other side of the conversation, but he thinks it must be good due to the lack of yelling or other loud noises.

A minute or so goes by before Ian hears Mickey end the call, dropping the phone onto the desk with a clatter. He listens carefully as Mickey messes with some paperwork, closes the laptop and pads gently down the hallway, his socked feet barely making a warning sound against the hardwood floors.

There’s a soft rap of knuckles on the bedroom door, and then Mickey’s pushing it open, his eyes soft as they catch Ian’s.

“Hey,” he says, moving towards the bed and crossing his arms.

“Hey,” Ian mirrors.

“That was Joyce.”

“Oh?”

“Seems that someone on their end made a mistake during data entry, whatever the fuck that means…” Mickey scratches his brow, wincing. “Everything’s fine. Wasn’t Mark’s fault.”

Ian puts his phone on the bedside table and scoots down the bed towards Mickey.

“That’s good news,” he says softly, patting the mattress.

“‘M sorry I freaked out on ya before,” Mickey says, taking a seat on the bed beside Ian. “And even if it had been Mark, that wouldn’ta been on you just because you brought him on.”

Ian smiles, reveling in how easily the apology rolls off his husband’s tongue. “S’ok. I know how much the business means to you, Mick.”

“To us,” Mickey presses. “Right?”

“‘Course,” Ian says sweetly, taking Mickey’s hand in his. “To us.”

Mickeys lets out a deep exhale—his first since the first phone call back in the rig. He drops his shoulders and Ian reaches his other hand up to hold Mickey by the back of the neck, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb.

“Not everyone’s a shithead, you know?” Ian says. “Plenty are, but not all.”

Mickey claps a hand onto Ian’s thigh. “Easy for you to say. You trust way too many shitty people, man.”

Ian laughs, shoving Mickey away playfully, but not letting him get too far.

“I trust you,” he says, his hand tightening around Mickey’s. “Always have. You’re the best person I know.”

“Ain’t I the one who’s supposed to be sayin’ sweet shit to you or somethin’? Make up for jumpin’ to conclusions and all?” Mickey says, his eyebrows dancing.

“Yeah,” Ian nods, picking up what Mickey seems to be putting down. “Don’t think you’re getting away with it that easily…”

He leans in, capturing Mickey’s unsuspecting lips in a deep kiss. Mickey instantly melts into it, snaking a hand in the soft curls at the nape of Ian’s neck and pulling him closer, their lips and tongues sliding against each other with a delightful ease.

Ian pulls back, breaking their kiss with a slick pop. “Such a good fuckin’ boss, Mickey,” he praises, his voice low and breathy. “Such a mouthy co-worker though.”

Mickey snorts, a smile playing on his lips. “Whatcha gonna do about it, stud?”

Ian’s eyes flash, then darken, something wily taking over. He grabs Mickey by the shoulder and pushes him off the bed, down to his knees.

“Why don’t you use that mouth to make it up to me? Huh, baby?”

Mickey nods, already palming Ian’s growing length through his sweats.

Despite Mickey needing to take care of Ian, Ian will also take care of Mickey—welcoming him home after a long, stressful week at work. He’ll ensure that their Friday evening is spent fucking Mickey senseless, splitting him open just like he craves. Only taking breaks for smokes, beer and take-out, before digesting over some trash tv and then going in for more.

Mixing business with pleasure has its perks.

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