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sweetenerobert · 7 months

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𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐕𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

DAY TWO OF HAUNTED HOEDOWN

tattoo artist!tommy miller × male reader

genre: sisters boyfriend tommy, childhood friends to lovers, explicit, no outbreak au, minors DNI

prompt: taboo au + “do you like when i touch you like this? i can keep going if you want me to."

summary: your sister’s boyfriend catches you reading smut in the kitchen and sees if you want to make your own smutty chapter

warnings: strong language, homophobic sister, cheating, mention of an age gap, face fucking, unprotected P in A, choking, spanking, dirty talk, pet names, creampies, fingering, spitting

word count: 7.4k

a/n: thanks to @morallyinept for listening to me rant about this, love you 🤍

It was your twenty-second birthday, and to say you were excited was an understatement. You’ve been looking forward to this day for a few days, why? You were getting your first tattoo ever. Your two best friends, Kevin and Eli, made you an appointment — already paid for.

You’d also discovered that your sister was planning for everyone to meet her boyfriend on the night of your birthday party. Your sister, Sasha, tends to steal your thunder — a handful of times. Once, when you were five, and she was seven, you made a Lego spaceship, and she had made an even bigger spaceship — with popsicle sticks.

That one time when you were thirteen, and you had gotten a cross-country award, and she was fifteen and had gotten a giant volleyball trophy. But this day didn't bring you down as much as you wouldn't let it.

After pulling up to the tattoo parlor, your excitement almost exploded through the roof. You’d gone through Pinterest last night like a rich person going through a Gucci store — overzealous. Making so many decisions, you were conflicted between three options.

The smell of a mint air freshener hits your nostrils first rather than anything else. The lights weren't so bright that they hurt your eyes, more or less made you have to cover for a second. Next, you saw the big flashbooks sitting on the small coffee table. But something else caught your eye — more importantly, someone.

His hair was slicked back — stopped by his neck. His neck was covered with tattoos, and his arms were covered with tattoos. He had a septum piercing, and his ears were stretched — having a small gauge in its place. His shirt was tight. You could see his pecs bulging underneath. The man was glancing down at his phone as the bell from the door didn't get his attention. As Kevin let go of the door, the bell rang, the man brought his head up, and a smile was on his face.

“Hey, sorry. Didn't notice you guys were standin’ there.”

His Texan accent was thick. It sent shivers down your spine hearing it.

“It’s fine,” You dismiss. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine, a lil tired, but good,” Tommy smiles. Tommy gets up from his seat, walks around the counter, and walks before you, Eli, and Kevin.

“So, who's the lucky sumobitch to get a tattoo?”

You smile and raise your hand as Eli wraps his arm around your shoulder. “This boy, he’s twenty-two.”

“He’s not a little boy no more,” Tommy smirks.

“He is not, he’s been wanting a tattoo since forever,” Kevin smirks.

“How come you’ve never gotten one before?” Tommy crosses his arms.

You shrug. “Never really had the time, and when I did. I would always forget about it.

"Well. This is your first step into becoming a man," Tommy smirks.

"Isn't that what your father says during puberty?"

"Yes, but this is also an important milestone in a young man's life, and I'm more than happy to start that."

You rub your hands in impatience, more than feeling anxious. You were ready and excited for this day to continue and drag slowly. You didn't want it to end anytime soon.

"Let's get this show on the road," You exclaim.

"That's the spirit. Since this has already been taken care of, you can come with me,” Tommy states, walking.

You eagerly follow Tommy, standing behind him; you can't help but admire his back muscles in his tight shirt; the way it hugs his back does something to you. His pants hug his ass to be firm and cup his buns perfectly. You shouldn't feel this way ─ especially on your birthday. You appreciated Tommy's distraction, but you wanted to keep your head focused on this day. So you snap your head back to look up at Tommy's neck.

You look up at Tommy, making the distraction harder to contain. Your thoughts travel from clean to smutty when you think about how your hands would look tangled in his hair, your nails clawing his back as he thrusts his cock deep in you.

You had to shake your head to eliminate those dirty thoughts you were thinking about. You and Tommy arrived in a small room with a hydraulics chair in the middle of it, a TV mounted on the wall, and a desk arranged with a bunch of equipment you didn't know except the tattoo gun resting.

You looked nervous as Tommy turned around to look at you; you were rubbing your hands slowly, glancing around the room, and biting your lip. "You fine?" Tommy questions.

You snap out of your thoughts and look at Tommy. "Oh, yeah. I was just thinking about something, and it distracted me," You dismissed.

Tommy crossed his arms with a smirk on his face. "What were you thinkin' about?"

"You fucking the shit out of me and calling me a good boy," You thought.

"A birthday present I've wanted for a while," You spoke. It wasn't a total lie. You've been wanting a book for quite a while but never had the time to try and find it.

"What's the book titled?" Tommy nodded. You couldn't tell if he was trying to catch you in a lie or if he was genuinely interested in the book.

"Sweet Dandelion by Micalea Smeltzer," You smirked. "Why are you interested in a book anyway?"

Tommy chuckles, "What? I don't seem the type to read?"

You shrug your shoulders. "No?" You question.

"You'd be right; my girlfriend said I should buy a gift for her brother, and the suggestion she gave me: books. Importantly, romance books," Tommy explained.

"Of course, he has a girlfriend that puts my horny mind at ease," You thought.

"It is a romance book, more on the forbidden side."

"He might like it. I have impeccable taste in books," You comment.

“Is this a special occasion or something?”

“It's his birthday today, and I wanted to give him somethin’ out of the kindness of my heart,” Tommy shrugged.

“Aw, that's sweet. Even if you don’t know that person.”

“I just want everyone to like me, y’know. I don't want to make a fool of myself,” Tommy admits.

“You won't, just be yourself. I met you five minutes ago, and you seem cool.”

Tommy smiles. "Yeah, I bet. Anyways, you have a design in mind?"

"Oh," You exclaim. "Yeah, gimme a second." You pull your phone out of your pocket. Scrolling through the choices in your camera roll, you pick the option you decided on last night and show it to Tommy.

He strokes his beard and nods his head. "Got it, sit down. Do you need anything to drink?" Tommy asks.

"Water's fine," You state.

You sit in the hydraulics chair, watching Tommy leave the room. You have a smile plastered on your face in excitement. Your hands kept patting your thigh into a rhythmic beat, waiting for Tommy.

As you slowly glance your head around the room, Tommy walks in the room holding a water bottle in his veiny hands.

"Here ya' go, songbird.”

"Songbird? That's a new one," You smirk.

"Your friends made the mistake of telling me one of your favorite hobbies," Tommy smiles.

"Remind me to slap them later," You breathe.

Tommy's laugh made you smile and caused heat to rise to your cheeks. Grabbing black latex gloves and slipping them on his hands with a snap. "You ready to get this show on the road, butterfly?"

"Yeah," You smiled. "I'm ready.

It had been a few hours since you got your tattoo, and you couldn’t stop staring at it. Likewise with your family, but more looks of questioning and disgust from your sister. Kevin and Eli were excited about how your tattoo looked.

You were sitting in the dining room — at the dinner table, your mom had made your favorite dishes for your birthday, and your mouth was watering as you waited for Sasha's boyfriend. You were eager to stuff your face with all the food in front of you. You were bouncing your leg to think about anything else to distract you from the air scents whiffing to your nose.

"Does it itch?"

You turn your head to look at your mom to hear her question. "Yeah, I mean the ointment the guy gave me is working, but the urge to itch it is high now," You admitted.

"I still can't believe you still got a tattoo," Sasha stated.

"I'm twenty-two now, and I barely drink. So, a tattoo was a better option to play it safe on my birthday."

"What if you get an infection?" Sasha questioned.

You shrug. "I'll deal with that when that road comes into view."

"You're insane."

"We've established that already, sweetheart," You smirk.

"Now, now, Sasha," Your dad started. "He's an adult, and even adults need help on occasion. Son, if anything happens, let us know. And we'll help."

Your dad grabs your shoulder in a comforting way ─ knowing how intense his daughter can be.

"He's right, honey. If anything happens, let us know," Your mom smiled.

You smiled at your mom and dad's comforting tones. You and Sasha tended to be at each other's throats at times, her usually breaking your spirits. Your parents dreaded it whenever you two argued. At times, you both could say and resent each other and not speak to each other for days ─ your longest time? A week.

Your dad glanced at the watch on his wrist. "Sasha, where is this boy at? Your brother and I are starving, and this food is going to waste."

"Daddy," Sasha starts, grabbing her phone from her jeans pocket. "He said that he ─ oh he's here," Sasha smiled, getting up from her seat.

You, Eli and Kevin turn your head as the three of you hear a loud engine roaring outside. "How much you want to bet, he's got a tiny dick?" Eli questioned. You and Kevin both snickered. Glancing at the door, Sasha's standing outside cheerfully like a child seeing the ice cream truck.

Your mind had drifted back to the tattoo artist. You wondered if you were ever going to see him again. You missed his smile; his tattoos were intriguing, and you wished you had studied them more as you were in his chair. You also yearned to know what his name was. Eli and Kevin forgot who his name was when you asked them when you left. Tapping your finger on the table, waiting for Sasha to return, you hear the door open, and Sasha starts talking. “Everyone! I want everyone to meet my boyfriend,” Sasha starts. A person begins to walk in as Sasha talks; You, Kevin, and Eli are wide-eyed to see who's coming in.

It was the same guy who did your tattoo hours ago. He walked in, a beaming smile on his face, wearing a leather jacket and a wrapped gift in his hand. Wearing the same jeans you admired him in prior, you bit your lip to calm yourself down.

“His name is Tommy, and he’s a tattoo artist,” Sasha smirked.

You were too stunned even to acknowledge your sister's statement. You knew who Tommy was hours prior. The same man you fantasized about, who did your tattoo hours ago, is dating your sister.

“It's nice to meet everyone,” Tommy smirks.

“His name is Tommy?” Kevin asks.

“I forgot about that,” Eli admits.

“Of all guys, Sasha could’ve dated. It had to be him,” You whined.

“Hey, dummy. Come and get your present,” Sasha’s voice snapped you out of a weird, one-sided conversation with your friends.

You reluctantly get up from your seat and walk towards Tommy. A look of shock and confusion appeared on his face. You anxiously rub the back of your neck.

“Songbird? Sasha’s your sister?” Tommy questions.

“Songbird?” Sasha questions.

“Oh, that reminds me,” You turn to look at Eli and Kevin. “I’m going to hit you both.”

“C’mon, we were looking at ideas for your birthday, and karaoke came up,” Eli starts.

“We both know how much you love to sing, and maybe we found one, and we could go to it after dinner?”

“I’ll revoke the slap for now,” You nod, turning back to look at Tommy with a smirk, indicating he was nervous. “I hope you like it,” Tommy states, handing you the gift.

You take the gift from his hand and glance down at it in your palms. You don't remember when someone wrapped a birthday gift for you. You appreciated Kevin and Eli’s gifts, the tattoo mainly, but in the past, you’ve never gotten a hand-wrapped present before.

You appreciated that Tommy took the time out of his day to hand-wrap you a gift.

You glance at everyone staring at you in anticipation.

“You guys want me to open this now?” You question.

“Yes,” Everyone except Tommy spoke, making you jump out of your skin. You reluctantly open the gift-wrapping paper and rip away at the material as you feel the object's hardness underneath. Take the paper entirely off and see what’s in your hand.

A book you have been looking for a long time. Sweet Dandelion in your hand. The same feeling of being overzealous you had a day ago was rising back up again.

“Holy God, where did you find this?” You ask.

“I went to three different stores to find this book, and I had to gift-wrap it as soon as I got home. That's why I’m late, by the way. Sorry about that.”

“This is amazing. I forgot that I even talked about this with you.”

“You really shouldn't have gone through all this trouble,” You suggested,

Tommy waved his hand. “Like I told you, I wanted my girlfriend's family to like me, and I think I got bonus points for her younger brother.”

You were smiling from ear to ear as you wrapped your arms around Tommy’s neck in an embrace. He was tall, so it felt like hugging a tall stuffed animal. Tommy wrapped his arms around your back and patted your back. As your face sat in the crook of his neck, you felt Deja vu — like you’ve done this before — with Tommy.

You back up from Tommy’s hug, the leather of his jacket making a weird sound as you back up. You look at Tommy with a confused look as he gives you an awkward smile. “Thanks,” You manage to breathe out.

“No problem, it was no trouble at all,” Tommy dismissed.

“Sorry to interrupt, whatever that was. May you three sit down so we can enjoy this delicious food,” Your dad exclaims.

“Please? I’ve been hungry since,” Tommy smiles.

“Well, come on, then. Sit down, everyone,” Your mom waves at the trio standing up.

You, Sasha, and Tommy take your seats, where Tommy sits next to Sasha — near your father. A grin arose on your face as you could tell that Tommy was metaphorically shitting his pants.

━━━

Minutes ago, after dinner had ended, you were standing on your porch, arms crossed, watching Kevin and Eli admire Tommy’s car — a 2016 Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat, and watching your father and Tommy talking about the car. You couldn’t help but think about Tommy halfway through dinner. That feeling felt so surreal, and yet you yearned for it again.

“Mom and Dad seem to like Tommy,” Sasha states.

You nearly jump out of your skin hearing your sister.

“Oh! You jump. “What?”

“I said, Mom and Dad seem to like Tommy. How do you feel about him?”

“Oh,” You breathe. “Tommy’s cool and funny. I see why you like him.”

Sasha nodded. “Are you guys leaving soon?”

“Yeah. Would you like to join us?” You question.

“God, no! I don't know how you do that karaoke shit.”

“It's fun — especially when in a group. Do you think Tommy would want to join?”

Sasha turned her head to look at you with disgust written on her face. You could feel her gaze on you, and you turned your head. Whenever you see this look on her face, it usually sends chills down your spine and back — the type of chills that you want to hide from your older sister.

“Do you have a crush on Tommy or something?” Sasha interrogated.

“What? No! I can’t,” You spat.

“Good. It would be best if you stayed away from Tommy. I can tell you make him uncomfortable.”

“How do I make him uncomfortable?” You question.

“With that little hug, you have him inside earlier. You didn't stop staring at him at the table.”

“Our dad often interrogated him. I was interested in the questions and how Tommy would answer,” You spoke.

“So that must mean you’re interested in him,” Sasha retorted

“What? No what is your—”

Sasha turned her whole to stare at her younger brother with such anger that made your stomach churn with how intense her stare marked your soul.

“Stay away from my boyfriend, and we won't have any issues,” Sasha growled and retreated inside the house.

Sasha always tended to assume that you liked her new boyfriends when, in reality, you wanted nothing to do with them. But Tommy could be a different story. You weren't sure how you felt about him. You knew the Southern was attractive, but he’s dating your high-maintenance sister, and you would try your best to stay away from him. No matter how much his “bad boy image” would distract you.

Glancing back at your two best friends, they’re conversing with Tommy while you notice your dad walking up the stairs to the porch. “Have fun, son. Stay safe,” Your dad nodded. You smiled and nodded as your dad’s hands make contact with your shoulder — comforting you.

Your dad walks into the house. You see Eli and Kevin walk to Eli’s car — the conversation with Tommy seems to have ended. You reflectively walk to the back of Eli’s car — hand on the handle, but you yearn for that feeling with Tommy again that you did the unthinkable despite your sister's protests earlier.

“Hey, Tommy!” You exclaimed. Jogging towards the Southern, Tommy turns around to face you. As you are in front of him, jogging to him makes you receive that same feeling you received hours ago — that deja vu crawling from your stomach to your throat. Now, you were sure you must have known Tommy before.

“What’s up, Songbird?” Tommy asks.

His voice sent a chill down your soft cock. You wished how it would sound from behind hearing his voice.

“It was nice getting to know you, and thank you for the book. I hope to see you more around,” You smiled.

Tommy's smile could light up a room; hell, he could bring the sun back up from its dusk state.

“I would like that,” Tommy nodded.

As Tommy started to walk away, you had another question arise from your throat. “Hey!” Tommy turned to look at you. “One more question, and then I’ll let you go home.”

Tommy chuckles. “You can bother me anytime.”

“Before you permanently drew on my skin, do you think we have met before?”

His pupils glanced up at the dusk scenic sky, drew his lips in a frown, and shook his hand. “Can’t seem to think of any time, any reason?”

“Nah, it's nothing important,” You waved. “See you, Tommy.”

“See ya’, Songbird.”

You smile as you walk away from Tommy. That nickname would keep making you feel specific ways you shouldn't be feeling.

The days Tommy had come over the house felt countless. You’ve seen him more times than Eli and Kevin. After work, you only want to lounge in your bed and forget about being an adult. But then you see Tommy’s car in the driveway, and you are scared to enter cause the idea of hearing your sister's moans makes your skin crawl, and you feel physically ill.

But the times when you heard them, you wanted to crawl into a hole and be buried alive. Tommy usually would have to sneak in the house, but you would rarely listen to what happens when the two were together, and you were grateful for that. However, sometimes, you couldn't sleep, and you hated the sounds your sister would make.

But the grunts, praising, and degrading that Tommy would spit out made you feel a certain way you would hate to tell anyone. Sometimes your cock would twitch hearing Tommy’s voice, having to bite your lips to stifle your moans.

This was one of the rare nights where you couldn't sleep, and you didn't feel like wasting time lying in your bed. You would hate to admit it, but the book Tommy gave you was your favorite thing to read. You were reading in the kitchen, sitting in the high chair — feet dangling near the floor, book in hand.

It was a quiet night. Mom, Dad, and Sasha were sleeping, but you knew Tommy was over the house. You heard his car coming up the driveway. However, you didn't hear anything from Sasha’s room — which you were grateful for. You couldn't tell if you blanked out the sounds or if nothing was happening.

Too involved in the book you were reading, you didn't hear Tommy behind you — your back towards the opening he walked through. You were too concentrated on the book even to notice Tommy. It was only until Tommy's tall stature towered over you — his head over your shoulder.

“Whatcha’ reading?” Tommy asks.

“Jesus!” You exclaim, clutching your chest.

Tommy retracts his head from colliding with yours.

“Sorry. I scared ya’. Can I open your fridge?”

You turn half of your body to look at Tommy in confusion. “It’s insane that you are one of the only people who’s asked me that?”

“Really?” Tommy interrogated.

You nodded. “It's the southern charm of Tommy Miller that all the ladies love,” Tommy smiled.

You chuckle. “Help yourself — also, don't let my sister hear you say that other girls love that southern charm — she can be a bit possessive/intense.”

“Is she?” Tommy asks, grabbing the milk carton.

You scoff. “I’ve lived with her my whole life. I understand her intensity.”

Tommy chuckles, shaking the carton. “Hey, another question —”

“You can drink the milk from the carton if it's empty.”

Tommy looks overzealous with joy as he opens the cardboard container and brings it to his lips.

Your eyes slowly traveled to his neck as you watched him gulp down the milk. Eyes slowly trail down his bare chest as your mouth goes dry. You swear Tommy is drinking the milk slower than a baby does; Tommy’s chest and abdomen were covered in abstract, colorful tattoos, and you saw them as you yearned to trail your fingertips all over his tattoos.

Your eyes glance at his V-line, and you would hate to admit how much it turns you on that Tommy’s so defined in his muscles. Eyes glanced down even lower to Tommy’s hardened cock —

You snapped your body forward toward your book to avoid any eye contact with hard, throbbing appendages.

You hear a satisfied sigh escape Tommy’s lips and a light thud as the carton made contact with the counter.

Tommy’s interest peaked as he saw you back in the same position he saw you in a minute ago—the heat from his broad chest inches away from your back. You could feel how close Tommy was without having to look back. His head was hovering over your shoulder once again silently reading, but you weren't paying attention to him. You were trying to drown him out.

“Cock?” Tommy asks.

You nearly jump out of your skin again, but you contain yourself, and you slam the hardcover book shut. Tommy backs up and turns your entire body to see him — crossing your arms.

“What are you reading, songbird?”

“Nothing!” You shrugged. “Just the book you gave me.”

“Are you sure it's nothing?” Tommy questions, mimicking your pose.

“Yeah, why would it be something?”

Tommy brings his hand up from him, crossing his arms, and points at you, but you can't tell what he’s pointing to, so you glance down at yourself and then you see it.

Your dick was hard in your underwear. You wanted to die right then and there. You couldn't believe your sister's boyfriend just saw your hard dick. You quickly leave your crossing-arms position and cover your hardened cock.

“Oh, shush! Yours is hard, too,” You spat.

You wished you kept that you had seen his hard dick. Tommy glances down and shakes his head to the side.

“Wouldcha’ look at that, your right. But I didn't get this from reading dirty words in a book.”

“It's called smut,” You clarify. You wanted to die. You didn't have to mention what it is to Tommy.

“Anywho, I got it because your sister —”

“Barfing now.”

“She left me hangin’. Now I gotta deal with this,” Tommy complained.

“It does look painful.” You muttered. “Shit, sorry, my mouth moves faster than my mind thinks.”

“It's all good.” Tommy waved. “What’s smut?”

The heat rose to your cheeks as you heard Tommy’s question. “You don't know what smut is?”

Tommy’s lips made a thin line as he shook his head.

You took a deep breath before answering his questions.

“It's two book characters essentially fucking, and you're just reading.”

“S’ you're a voyeur?” Tommy asks, taking a step closer to you.

You chuckle. “No! You're getting it from a character perspective, so you're living in their head — in a weird way.”

“Does that turn you on?”

“What do you mean?”

Tommy’s closer now; your knees were touching his naval, his cock throbbing under your upper calf — under your knees.

“I mean, that you could easily be the character in any book, getting fucked out of your brains, screamin’ someone’s name — markin’ your territory with those nails, clawin’ their back. Beggin’ for more of their cock deep inside you.” Tommy whispered.

Your throat goes dry as well as your breaths start to get slower. Your sister's boyfriend was inches — centimeters away from you, and it was driving you crazy. You wanted to feel his lips on yours; would they be soft, rough, dry, or damp? You wanted to know.

"I- I, uh, a little. I try to imagine that's actually me," You swallowed.

Tommy grabs your wrists and moves your hands away from covering your cock. You and Tommy both look at your throbbing member. A wet spot of pre cum leaked through the cotton material and watched your cock throb under Tommy's grip.

Tommy lets go of your wrists and slides his hands up your upper thighs and each side of your waistband. "May I?' Tommy asks. You reluctantly nod. Tommy hooks his fingers and slides your underwear slowly down. "Lift your hips for me, songbird." You listen to Tommy's soft command and lift your hips as he slides your underwear to your ankles.

Your cock aching to be touched, begging to cum; you watch it throb in anticipation as you wait for Tommy's next move. "Do you like it when I touch you like this? I can keep goin' if you want me to," Tommy growls. You nod as Tommy's hands slowly drift from your calves to your thighs. His forehead resting on yours, your noses intertwine with each other. "We don't have to play pretend, songbird. Do what you want ever since I permanently inked your pretty skin."

You slowly place your lips on top of Tommy's as you both enter a passionate and hungry kiss. You wrap your arms around Tommy's neck as he spreads your legs with his hands. You could feel his throbbing cock — through his boxers on yours. His veiny hands make their way to your inner thighs while you can feel Tommy's tongue lick your bottom lip for access into your mouth. You part your lips so Tommy can slip his tongue in your mouth, exploring any way he can get closer to you.

Your hand slips down Tommy's shoulder and chest — feeling his hard nipple and slipping your hand down under his underwear. Stroking his cock toward you you suddenly have this rush of adrenaline. You needed Tommy — more than you would like to admit.

You shoved Tommy away from you, his back colliding with the refrigerator, a look of shock spread across his face. You stand up, walking towards him, your cock still hard as a rock. "I'm now getting a vivid idea of me on my knees in front of you, and you fucking my face — I don't remember that in any I've read, but we could always make our own," You smirk.

Tommy returns your smirk with one of his own. "Whatever you want me to do, songbird."

You kneel on your knees as you watch Tommy slide his boxers down. His cock springs out and hits you in the nose; you chuckle in retaliation. You wrap your lips around the tip of Tommy's cock, and you slowly go towards the base of his cock. Tommy throws his head back as you start to suck his cock. He grabbed your face and started thrusting his hips towards you.

You could feel the tip of his cock punch you in the throat wih each thrust, this feeling was intoxicating and you loved every second.

"Damn, songbird. So fuckin' better than your sister," Tommy growled.

Your pupiles look up at Tommy bearing his teeth and his hands grip your hair and his thrusts become faster, more beastlike. Tommy was enjoying himself more than he should admit. His girlfriend's little brother taking his cock so well, Tommy's knowing he's older and his songbird being twenty-two, he loved the age gap between you two.

Hearing each slurp, gag, and noise come from you, Tommy could have his warm cum shoot down your throat right now. Retracting his cock from your mouth, Tommy grabs your chin and looks you in the eyes. Seeing your saliva drool from your mouth to your chin, your tears down your cheeks — it was a sight for Tommy he found amazing.

"Open your mouth," Tommy commanded.

You complied with his commands and you parted your lips away from each other. Tommy had positioned his face away from yours and spit in your mouth. Before you could think, Tommy's lips smashed onto yours — gripping your throat lightly. “Get up, songbird.”

You get up, and Tommy turns you around, — forcing you to lean on the table where the book’s spine is in your field of view. You could feel Tommy’s cock bounce off your ass. Your sister would murder you if you knew how badly you wanted her boyfriend’s cock inside you.

You could feel his cock press up against your ass, but you felt it back up from you. You hear Tommy spit again, and you don't think anything from it until you feel the tip of Tommy’s cock slowly slide in. You suck in a deep breath.

“S’ fuckin’ tight, baby,” Tommy growled.

You could feel Tommy’s cock stretch you out, slowly, painfully enjoying every inch inside you. Tommy’s hips had a mind of their own as his thrust started slow, but his thighs clapped against your ass.

Tommy’s slow thrusts became more and more intense, but you loved every second of it. With each clap, your moans kept escaping your lips, and Tommy’s cock slipped out of you as you moved forward.

“Ah! Easy,” You breathed.

“Shut up, songbird,” Tommy grunts, smacking your ass — you moan in retaliation. Tommy slides his cock in between your ass cheeks — teasing you. “You want this dick... right, songbird?”

“You want to feel your sister’s boyfriend to shove his cock deep inside you?”

“Yes, Fuck yes, Tommy,” You whine.

Tommy adjusts himself — sliding his cock inside you, but he doesn't go slow. His thrusts were fast, and you were trying to contain your moans from everyone hearing them. Tommy had gripped his hands on your waist tightly, and he was enjoying the sounds escaping your lips. You were clenching your teeth together tightly to keep your moans from escaping your lips, but your whimpers were another thing you tried to contain — but they slipped through your teeth like smoke.

“Baby, those sounds, make my cock twitch like crazy,” Tommy grunted.

“Fuck— shit, Tommy. You’re gonna break me,” You whined.

“That’s the plan, songbird. I want your family to hear how well I treat you. My cock —thrust— buried deep —thrust— inside your tight ass.” Tommy leans closer to you, his lips inches away from your ear.

“I would love to see the look on your sister's face when she sees me fuckin’ your brains out,” Tommy grunted.

The tone of his voice made your spine have knife-like chills crawling up and down all over your back.

With a firm hand-made contact with your bare ass, you moan as a reflex. Another smack came across your ass, another, and another, and another. You became a moaning bullhorn — bearing your teeth, you lay your forehead on your forearm as you feel each thrust rock the kitchen table.

Tommy wrapped his hand in the front of your throat and pulled you to the side of his head.

“Let’s have some real fun, songbird,” Tommy growled. “Get on the fuckin’ floor.”

Tommy slipped his cock out of you, and you went on your knees and then on your back, laid on the floor. The cold sensation of the floor made contact with your cotton-covered back. Tommy crawls on top of you, lifts your legs, and gazes down at your hole. “Look at that, baby. I bet you're still so fuckin’ tight.”

Tommy’s adjust’s his cock — holding your leg and sliding his cock inside you, you fight the urge to scream right there. “Damn, songbird. No music to my ears?”

“That’s soon, Tommy,” You whined.

Tommy’s lips coincide with yours to make a passionate kiss. Tommy’s thrust becomes so addicting and unique that you don't want him to stop — even if anyone saw the two of you making sweet heaven.

“I remember you,” Tommy confesses.

“What?”

“You asked me If we’ve met before — I lied. I knew you a long time ago,” Tommy groaned, placing his hands on both sides of your head

“Really?” You ask.

“Remember Clark?”

Even with Tommy’s dick pumping fast and hard inside, you forced yourself to think about your old friend who moved away when you were in first grade and he was in fifth grade. You two were close and did everything together after school was over. The both of you could take over the world someday, but like all great things, they end because Clark moved away with out telling you.

He stopped coming to the park after school, no phone calls or anything, just pure silence.

“Are you Clark?” You question.

“Yeah,” Tommy nodded.

“You lied about your name? Didn't you? Why?”

“Because my name sounded like — damn baby, your tight— like a baby. I hated my name. I didn't know any better,” Tommy states.

“But, I wouldn't have — Oh god, yes, Tommy — made fun of you,”

“I know that, oh songbird. I wanted to tell you right before I left, but it was too late; you have no idea how much I missed you.”

“When I saw you enter my tattoo shop, I wanted to hug you. When I saw you in this house, Everything connected.”

You snap your eyes shut and bear your teeth.

“I have my songbird in my arms again,” Tommy breathed.

You were on the brink of crying; all these emotions of sadness you were feeling were intensified by Tommy’s cock pumping inside you.

“Songbird?”

“Yeah,” You squeaked.

“I love you so much. I needed to say that — I’ve wanted to say that ever since your birthday,” Tommy breathed. Tears started to roll down the side of your face as a smile broke out on your face. “I’m sorry if I’ve upset up—”

“No, it's fine, I’m happy. Too happy, I start crying,” You smile.

“Really?” Tommy breathed.

“Do you love me too?”

“How about this? You keep fucking my brains out. I’ll let you know how I feel. I can feel your cock twitch inside me. I can feel you about to cum.”

“Baby, I’m so fuckin’ close. I’m gonna get you pregnant.”

Tommy’s thrusts become more animalistic, hot, and intense. It felt like a scene from one of your many books. You loved this, your old childhood friend making you feel this way and enjoying the moment with him. Another memory you both will share.

You wrap your hands around Tommy’s broad back, scratching your nails on his back, you feel the warmth of Tommy's body as you are about to cum. “Damn, Tommy. I’m about to cum.”

“Cum f’me baby,” it sounded like a command more than a statement. Your cock throbs, and you exclaim a moan as stings of cum hit your shirt.

“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum in my childhood best friend!” Tommy exclaimed, bearing his teeth. As Tommy’s hips keep going back and forth into you, looking into your eyes, his cum shoots inside you; Tommy steadies himself inches away from your face. You could feel Tommy slip his cock out of you, your hole dripping with his cum.

“How was the ending of this chapter?” Tommy pants.

“Pretty good,” You smiled. Tommy smiles back at you and kisses your lips softly and gently; as he backs up, you look into his eyes. “I love you too.” Tommy’s smile brightened up the whole room. You loved your childhood best friend, and you couldn't ask for anyone better.

“Don’t expect me to call you Clark now,” You insisted.

“I don't; I expect you to call me daddy, now.”

You pushed his face away from yours as your cock twitched, and he landed next to you — leaning on his arm. You're an ass,” You laughed. Tommy’s smile made butterflies flutter in your stomach as he trailed his finger near your nipple.

“Would you be okay with goin’ somewhere with me? Where we could finish our book series.”

You snicker. “Where? ‘Cause I don't want anyone to hear me moan my sister’s boyfriend's name.” Tommy sits up and stands up, outstretching his arm. You take his gesture and lift yourself from the now-warm floor.

“Let’s get cleaned up, and I’ll tell you later.”

“Okay,” You chuckle. “Are we taking sepreate showers?”

Tommy scoffs. “Oh hell, no. But I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

You scoff. “Yeah, I find that hard to believe.”

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Got bored, got too many brainrots and obsessions rn and wrote this “super fast” just to prove a point *AHEM*

(Also you kinda have a “set” look in the beginning, but that’ll change! It’s for stories sake I’m sorry-)

((Also also, I’m so sorry guys… you start off as a Texan I’m so sorry-)) [Fun fact I have a slight southern accent and it’s wild when I hear it-]

Yes this is the Adam/Eve!Reader x Obey Me. It has been rotting my mind for months I’m not sorry-

The Garden of Eden.

Never was it, nor its human counterparts spoken of in a negative light in the Celestial Realm.

Talk of trees that grew above the clouds and lakes so crystalline that you could see every grain of sand under the perfectly glowing sunlight flew out of Angel’s mouths, some even admitting small amounts of jealousy at how finely those mortals were living.

It interested Lilith.

Youngest of seven siblings and one of the Seven Heavenly Virtues - that Virtue being Patience - she was of high status and importance among those lucky enough to live under their Father’s light and guidance.

She wanted to know more than what those baseless rumors and tales could offer her, so one night, beneath the many star like moons of her home, she flew down beneath the clouds but above the stony bridge that would have snatched her away, down into the depths of the Devil’s Realm.

Her wings, as pure as a dove, flapped endlessly to carry her over gorgeous mountain ranges and wide plains of golden grass, over the bluest of oceans, to find this fabled Garden.

And finally? She came upon it.

Landing gracefully on the emerald green grass, she took in the sight. She supposed this Garden truly was what one would get if you took a piece of The Celestial Realm and placed it in the Human Realm.

Colorful birds filled the sky with trees of every type surrounding her. Animals she had never seen before lunged around her. Feeling giddy, she began to run with the multiple groups, eventually taking off.

She flew over a lake, lowering herself right above it to gently grace her fingers over the top, ripples feathering out and creating small waves behind her. Fish kept from the water around her in grand arks, and with a giggle she pushed herself higher with a great flap.

Liliths giggles bubbled into loud laughter, as she soared over tree tops with beautifully colored birds, spinning and diving with no one to tell her no.

She felt free.

That was, until she didn’t manage to catch herself in a dive and crashed through the treetops.

She slammed into the grassy floor of the forest, dragging through the dirt as rocks flung out of her way, eventually being stopped by a tree. It took her a moment to really get her bearings, but when she did she was suddenly all too aware of her surroundings.

It wasn’t nearly as bright here as it was out there.

The shadows of the trees were long and bird song was suddenly silenced. The winds picked up and branches shook harshly, leaves being pulled from their trees.

She could barely make out the sun, clouds blocking its path, and the lack of other creatures was deafening.

Something was watching her. Not unlike the gazes of her elders when she made a small mistake on a document or once again had a day where she stole her closet brothers away to just have fun.

Its gaze was attached to her back, and she curled into herself. She was wrong, this gaze was worse.

It wasn’t scrutinizing her, it was observing her. Watching her movements. Taking her in.

She felt something she couldn’t identify. She hadn’t felt it before. Something crossed of anxiety and that feeling when someone was angry with her.

She was… scared?

That word flew through her mind. She heard it scarcely with fellow Angels. It wasn’t something usually felt in her home, as it’s wasn’t truly necessary. They were supposed to be happy in the Celestial Realm, and fear was not positive, it was a negative, something Demons would usually deal with.

So why was she…

A branch snapped in the background, echoing through the empty forest around her. She jolted upright, grabbing her knees and wrapping her arms around them.

Her breath grew heavy as she began to look around wildly, her wings puffing up as she curled into herself tighter. Her knees to her chest, she instead took her arms from her legs and wrapped them around her head.

“Whoever is there… please…”

Her voice was weak. She shook in the breeze, the delicate flowing fabrics of her gown dancing wildly in the wind with her hair. Her sniffed, trying hard to hold the tears that had suddenly formed in her eyes at bay.

“Please…”

Suddenly, she heard footsteps, fast and steady, rushing towards her. Her head shot up as they grew closer, fight or flight kicking in immediately. She jumped up, arms cradling her chest.

“W-wait!-“

Deciding against talking, she ran.

She hadn’t thought she’d have to fight, so she saw no need in bringing her holy weapon. Her bare feet pounded against the earth. Wildly thrashing through branches, leaves and sticks got stuck in her hair, scratching her face, ichor slipping from the wounds. She pushed through the forest, looking for a space to take off. She heard the footsteps growing closer and faster, nearing her with animosity.

Finally she burst from the forest line and down a hill, tumbling down and landing on her wing awkwardly, causing a dull pain to scream through the joint. White feathers flew as she fell, small screams falling from her throat. She finally rolled to a stop, tears and ichor mixing on the ground. Her shaken sobs making her body shiver on the ground.

She turned and laid eyes on mask, painted with gold and black accents.

Long flowing golden hair trailed behind them as they walked towards the fallen Angel. A tight black top clung to their chest, sleeveless and cut off right below the pecks. A pure white sash wrapped around their shoulder and down onto their waist, a bow on their thigh tying it together. Large, black flowing pants with golden accents ended at their ankles where their feet were wrapped in bandages. Armor clung to their arms - black with golden trimmings - one arm having slimmer armor that ended at the wrist, revealing an archer’s glove, the other arm ending in a gauntlet with sharpened claws for fingers. A small amount of the same armor rested on their waist, held together with a golden chain. A white scarf that flowed behind them covered the bottom part of the white mask with golden inlays that hid their face from Lilith.

What brought it all together were the feathers that attached to one side of their mask. A large golden one, two pure white ones on either side of it, and a small row of black feathers behind them.

A bow rested on their back, large and black in color with golden accents, made of the same metals that made the armors that covered their skin. A long sword rested on their back as well, under the bow. A circular shield rested atop the bow, though from the angle she lay at, Lilith could not see the design on its front. The sheath was beautifully decorated with golds. A quiver rested on their hip, filled to the brim with arrows begging to be used, surrounded in smaller bags and satchels. And finally, in their hand, was a large and imposing spear. Long and thin, yet it looked to be made of a strong metal, one light enough to glide through air if thrown.

They slowly and antagonizingly made their way towards the fallen Angelic girl, who in a last ditch effort shot a weak burst of light from her palm. It was hot, but if not hot enough to injure then it would be bright, to blind. Though unfortunately, the person just smacked it away with their spear.

They made it in front of the still downed Lilith, who was preparing to prey to The Father for safety, before they crouched down and kneeled before her. They both stared - Lilith assumed they were anyway - at each other for a moment. Then, the clawed hand came to their mask, and slowly pulled it above their head.

Lilith’s eyes widened.

“A genuine Angel..? Here..? Well, I do apologize for our horrid meeting. Hadit been in my hands I’d’ve had you land safely into m’ arms, pretty lady. Now, what can this a-humble human do for a graceful lil’ thing such as yourself? Father got any new messages f’ me?”

Soft (e/c) eyes stared back into Lilith’s with a soft smile as well. A hand was offered to her as well, which she took. The spear in hand was safely placed on their back as they pulled her up gently, their un-clawed hand gently wrapped around her waist.

“Oh! Where are my manners! S’cuse me, but I’m The First. Eh, heard from the last Angel that visited that ya’ll might call me Adam? Or Eve? Couldn’t really tell. You can pick though, pretty lady. Speakn’ of, what’s your name dove?”

They gave her a toothy grin as she stared wide-eyed at them. They were… Adam… and Eve? Looking at their body they looked neither feminine nor masculine, a perfect mix of the two. As did their face.

“L-Lilith…” “Well nice to meet you, Lilith! As I said, Adam or Eve I don’t mind neither, course you could come up with somethin’ of yer own!”

Lilith continued to stare at the human-you as you walked her through the forest she just ran through. Taking her through a small yet visible path into a small clearing, sat in the center was a small little hut of wood with a high standing brick chimney.

“Oh! Darn, yer wing! Ah, my apologies Lilith, I assume this happened when ya took that real big tumble down the way? Now, I ain’t ever heal no Angel wing before, but I’d be a fool not to try for you, dove.” Their hand brushed over her wing gently, smoothing down some feathers. Lilith looked at them, taking in their features once more. They looked… young.

“How long have you been here..? Alone..?” The looked at her with widened eyes, before turning back to the hut.

Silent with a thoughtful look on their face, they opened the polished, wooden door and showed Lilith inside first, closing the door behind them. With a flick of their wrist, a flame enveloped their hand, and with another, shot out of their grip, startling the Angel.

It flew to different corners of the house, bouncing off walls and other surfaces until they found their placement in various lamps around the room, bathing the small house in a warm glow.

“How did you… you spoke no words-“ “Yeah, been doin’ things of that sort for as long as I can remember. Didn’t mean to startle you. But to answer your other question… I don’t know, truly. Been left with my thoughts for ‘bout as long as I’ve been alive, not countin’ the few Angels that may come down with a message from The Father anyway.”

They sat her down in a small chair, and she really took in her surroundings.

It was all one room really, only a wall separating what she assumed was the kitchen from the living/bedroom. The kitchen had the bare minimum, a wood fire stove and a couple small chests and cabinets. In the living room was the base of the chimney, a fire having been lit inside it with a large pot rested against it. In front of it were two wooden chairs, each draped with thick woolen blankets. Behind the chairs was a bed that took up a large corner of the home, pressed to the wall next to the door. A small window rested above it, as well as a shelf with small pots containing various flowers of different sizes, shapes and colors. Beside the small kitchen area was a small circular table - where she was sat now - with four chairs surrounding it. It sat in the corner opposite to the bed, with a window beside it as well and a potted flower in the center.

It was small, but cozy. As she looked around, Lilith barely noticed as the human, who had placed their weapons at the foot of the bed and mask on a hook next to it, took a look at her wing, gently flexing it and feeling up the joint to get a better feeling for the injury.

“S’nothin’ too bad. Pulled a muscle, might be a sprain. I’d say stay off it for a bit, maybe ‘bout a… week?” Lilith looked at them incredulously.

“A WEEK!?! I NEED TO BE BACK BY TONIGHT!!! I can’t stay here… I need… I can’t-“ She kept up from the chair, causing it to clatter against the floor. She flinched as it fell but the human simply stared.

“Is there anything you can do?? I need to leave, this was a on a whim trip and no one knows I’m here-“ “No one knows?” They interrupted.

“Well now dove, ain’t that a bit irresponsible of you?” Lilith sighed with a grimace.

“Well… yeah. BUT I WAS CURIOUS!! I couldn’t help myself! I just had to see the Garden of Eden. It sounded to pretty a magical and and… oh isn’t there anything? I’m not the greatest at healing magic, my brothers usually take care of all my cuts and scrapes…” The human smiled at her while gently rubbing her back.

“Now don’tcha worry your pretty lil’ head dove, ya interrupted me ‘fore I could say that’d be if I couldn’t heal it, which I can. So you just sit back down an’ led me work my magic, alright?” They picked back up the chair she had knocked over and sat her back down.

“Plus, a week ain’t that bad compared to what it woulda been f’ me. I’da been outta commission for at least a month. But with y’all’s fancy Angel bodies, healing is all quick like. Notice here? Ya face scratches are all gone dove.” Lilith gently placed a hand on her face, noticing the dull throb of any of the scratches she sustained in the chase were gone.

“I-I guess I never noticed, considering we don’t regularly get hurt in The Celestial Realm…” She mused. The human chuckled.

“Heh, wouldn’t expect y’all too. Anyway, gonna have this wing fixed up faster than double-struck lightning.” The Angel looked that them.

“What?” “Eh?”

They both stared before the human chuckled.

“Don’t mind me, let’s just get this here wing fixed up. I’m gonna count to three, and then you’re gonna hold ya breath, alright?” She was confused, but Lilith nodded.

“Alrighty, one…” She closed her eyes and took a breath.

“Two…” She felt the humans hands wrap around the injury.

“THREE!” A loud *SNAP* sounded through the room, and her eyes shot open. Before she could scream or anything of the sort, a cooling sensation flowed through her wing, the dull pain she felt washing away. She sighed in relief and leaned into the touch of the human. She couldn’t see it, but a sweet smile crossed their face.

“Thank you… so much…” “It’s no problem, dove. My fault you even got hurt in the first place. Again, my apologies f’ that.” Lilith huffed.

“No, it’s my fault for even getting in this situation in the first place, I shouldn’t have left without permission. Maybe I would’ve known where your dwelling was and could have made a safer landing.” That human chuckled and gently pulled her up.

“Now now, don’t go gettin’ your knickers in a twist over this, alright? Here, we both take blame.” “No no, I did more harm in the long run-“

They placed their hands on her shoulders, mindful of the claws on their single gauntlet.

“Nope. Not hearin’ you out ‘bout this. Anyway, you best be getting outta here now dove. Wouldn’t want’cha getting in no kinda trouble just cause you came down and visited this mortal. Come one now, let me show you out.”

A arm wrapped around her waist, gently leading her back to the front and out the house into the small clearing.

“Next time ya come ‘round here, make sure ya got some kinda permission, alright?” They asked. Lilith blushed as she looked back, an embarrassed chuckle following.

“I will. Promise.” The human smiled back.

“Alright then. Now then, it’s time f’ you to swap spit an’ hit the road.” The Angel looked back, aghast.

“It’s time for us to WHAT?!” She screamed, leading the human the lift their hands in surrender and laugh.

“Sorry, I just meant it’s time for you to leave, dove.” Lilith sighed and chuckled with them.

“Alright, thank you again! I will visit, I hope you know that!” They nodded and she smiled.

With a final smile, she leapt into the air, wingbeats echoing through the landscape. As she cut through the sky, she took a glance back and noticed them enthusiastically waving her off with a big silly grin, causing her to grin.

Yeah, she’d be back.

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Belphegor had begun to notice Lilith’s absences were increasing.

It wasn’t odd for the youngest of the seven to go missing on one of her little adventures, but for them to be happening so often?

And on top of that, she seemed happier. Now, don’t get him wrong, Belphegor loved seeing his sister so happy, but the thing was he couldn’t tell what exactly was making her so happy.

Also she called him “as pretty a peach”??? Whatever that means??? What even was a peach???

Anyway, he was determined to find out what it was, especially since last night she came home THREE HOURS after dinner all giddy and stuff.

Today was the triplets day off and with Beel out for the moment and her in her room, Belphegor figured this would be the best time for questioning.

Knocking on her door and waiting for the muted ‘come in’, he entered the room and closed the door behind him.

“Yeah, Belphie?” Lilith was sat on her bed on her stomach, legs swinging above her. Her head was resting in her palm as her other hand held a letter.

“I just had a question, nothing serious. May I sit?” Belphegor asked from the door. He pointed beside the laid down girl who giggled.

“Yep! Go right ahead.” She said, rolling over and sitting up. Belphegor sat by her feet and looked at his sister.

“My question is… what’s been making you so happy lately?” A sour look crossed the man’s face as Lilith only stared… Before bursting out into laughter over his expression.

“PFFFT- WHAT KINDA QUESTION IS THAT BELPHIE???” She laughed. Belphegor coughed into his fist to hide his now embarrassed expression, causing Lilith’s laughter to only grow in volume.

“W-Well I only ask because you’ve been so... so… Giddy! Lately! Like your head has been in the clouds!!” Belphegor defended, Lilith’s laughter quieted.

“Well for one, aren’t our head technically always in the clouds?” Belphegor stared at her as she grinned. With a chuckled, she continued.

“Besides, it’s nothing super important. I just maybe… kinda… might think I’m in love?” Belphegor did a double take.

“You might be… what?” “Okay head me out Belphie-“ Belphegor shook his head in shock. His little sister? In love? With who? What were they like? Likes and dislikes? How old? So on and so forth. Questions ran through his mind a mile a minute.

“Before you ask ANY questions, they’re younger than me, super nice and take my wants into consideration, cares for nature, and is just the sweetest person I’ve met. They even cook and clean and can sew and even crochet! Isn’t that just amazing…” Lilith immediately looked away from her brother, clutching the letter she was holding to her chest.

Belphegor figured the letter might be from the person in question, so in a moment of selfishness - to which he knew he would pray about later - , grabbed the letter from her, causing a gasp from his sister.

She immediately complained, pushing at her brother to get it back, but he stood up and held her back with one arm, reading the letter aloud.

“- Don’t worry about the bruise, it isn’t nothing to worry about. Anyway, those Celestial flowers you brought me are doing wonderfully. You were right, all they needed was a bit more sunlight than the regular flower, like a sunflower. Might show you the sunflower field I found the other day if you want. Don’t feel rushed to come back down, however. And please say thank you to Yael for making the trip to and fro. Glory to The Father, may he smile upon us. Goodbye, my dove.

- A.E.”

Belphegor looked at his sister who was flushed in embarrassment. She had given up fighting in the middle of his reading the end of the letter, and was sitting on her heels on her bed.

“A.E.? What kind of name is that? And why are they acting as though they don’t live here? “Those Celestial flowers you brought me are doing wonderfully.”? That’s not something someone who is here would say, Lilith. Just who is this?” Belphegor looked to his sister whose blush had disappeared by then.

She sighed as she looked to her brother, gaze clouded for a moment before huffing again.

“If I tell you… promise to not tell anyone?” Lilith’s voice was uncannily soft compared to her usual loud and outgoing self. A little uneasy with her sudden change in tone, Belphegor nodded.

Lilith hesitated and opened her mouth, then shut it, then thrust her hand into her brother’s chest, pinkie out turned.

“Pinkie promise?” Lilith’s eyes held… worry? Fear? Belphegor couldn’t read it well but whatever it was it immediately sent signals off in his head.

“Yeah… yeah of course.” Belphegor held out his hand with pinky extended, wrapping it around hers.

“I may have… gone to the Garden?.. And talked to a…” she hesitated, “human..?” Belphegor looked to his sister with now widened eyes.

“You went to… the Garden? Like, THE Garden? Of… Eden? Where the… humans live?” Belphegor spoke their name like a taboo, which made Lilith cringe.

He knew why, humans were still relatively new and were more or less a hot topic. Either you never spoke a word or they were all you could talk about. They were something of a passion project, as was rumored. Something that was aloud to have varied results, and more importantly:

To make mistakes.

The was the supposed “beauty” of what would soon be humanity.

Or so Belphegor was told, anyway.

He never got it, as the Virtue of Diligence, it was literally ingrained in his being to always be alert to any mistakes and correct them as quickly as possible, to ensure everything ran smoothly. Sure, sometimes a mistake could prove to be beneficial, but more often than not, that was untrue.

So how an entire race could be conceived from the idea of mistakes propelling them was… Belphegor just couldn’t understand.

So to hear his sister, LITTLE sister mind you, had gone down and… interacted with those things?? He was a little upset but… her eyes.

Lilith’s eyes shined with a wonder he hadn’t seen in them in a while, life finally growing bland after their millions of years of existence. She had something new, and it clearly brought her happiness. Who was he to take that from her.

In the grand scheme of things it didn’t affect her work to much, and Father had never explicitly told them to stay away…

“Does this human seem to have any intentions of hurting you?-“ “NO!”

Lilith raised her eyes and flinched back in indignation at the words, looking offended, a hand landed on her chest.

“They would never! I’m impressed you’d even say such a thing!” Chuckles rung from her as she began to kick her legs slightly, covering her mouth with a hand. Belphegor smiled.

This may not have been his favorite predicament, but she was happy. Perhaps he could give these humans a chance.

…

This would be his first time making a “mistake”.

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Years went by and Lilith’s visits to you didn’t stop.

Nearly every weekend was spent with you, sharing stories and otherwise. You’d taught her a few tricks of your trade as well, such as sewing and wood carving.

All was well.

Of course, until it wasn’t.

Yael, the Angel you and Lilith had trusted to take your messages to and from each other, had “crumbled under the pressure” and told a higher up. Who told someone higher than them, who told someone higher than them and well…

You hadn’t seen or heard from Lilith is weeks.

You were getting worried, but you had no way of getting to the Celestial Realm to check on her. So you waited.

And waited…

And… waited…

Lilith, meanwhile, was trying her hardest to convince the others to allow her back down into the Garden.

she had been forbidden, Angels weren’t meant to meddle in the affairs of mortals unless explicitly instructed too, after all. The Realm was still figuring out the logistics of Guardians, so no one Angel - without permission - was allowed down there.

Lilith begged and cried and sobbed, doing everything in her power to convince them that she deserved to go back down. That nothing had truly changed or happened. That’s she hadn’t fully interfered with the mortals.

All it took was an image of your now sullen face staring at the sky awaiting her return for the council to agree that she would never again be allowed to see you again.

She had exposed you too much.

You’d most likely not move on for years.

And she sobbed.

Her brothers had never seen her cry like this.

She fell to her knees and sobbed and pleaded with the council to reconsider, to give her another chance;

To at least allow her to say goodbye.

All requests were denied.

And her brothers were forced to watch her fall into something they had only heard from Demons, a “Depression”.

No longer did she go on spontaneous adventures, nor did she make jokes or try anything new.

It was simply work, eat, sleep, and staring longingly at the gifts you had given her.

Her colors dulled as time went on, and she slowly lost her glow.

Lucifer just couldn’t take it.

He tried to reason with the council. Asking them time and time again.

Always getting denied.

He only got more desperate as days past and she got duller and duller…

And finally he snapped.

Lucifer didn’t know how it happened. Once second he was asking peacefully.

The next he was chocking someone.

He let go after regaining control of his body, breathing heavily and palms shaking. After which a shouting match broke out.

And soon after that meeting, things only got worse.

Chocking turned to punching, punching turned to full on fighting, and fighting turned to the first angelic death by angelic hands in history.

Then the declaration of war.

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The days seemed to pass like a blur to you.

From days filled with planing of what new thing you could introduce to Lilith and where you could take her, now filled with the monotony of what like was before.

Farming, hunting, animal watching.

Barely did you touch your loom or carving tools, only when you needed a new utensil or blanket.

You hated it.

You missed her smile, and her laugh.

You sighed as you polished off another deer skull, taking a hammer and smashing it across a rock. Picking up the pieces, you take them to a small plot of land and begin to bury them beneath the tilled dirt.

though your eyes immediately met those of a dove, and you smiled.

“I’ll wait as long as you need, dove.”

It fluttered softly onto your upturned hand, cooing softly at you. Your eyes softened and you ran your free hand through the feathers on its head.

“As long as you need.”

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Years passed without much thought.

You remained oblivious to the war raging on above you.

Angels blood was technically on your hands and you couldn’t be the wiser.

Masses fell into their graves, simply because you needed to morn.

And now here you were, staring into the sky in shock as you watched the body of the woman you loved streaked across it, obviously mortally wounded.

You cried, and with a yelp, leapt into action, rushing behind her as she fell.

Your weapons discarded, you ran through rivers, jumped over rocks and basically glided through fields, all to catch her.

You barely noticed when you left The Garden.

Rocks dug into the skin of your feet but that was the least of your worries as you screamed her name, begging the Father to wake you from this awful nightmare.

Your arms raised high to catch her, begging her to please land in your grasp, barely paying attention to the cliff before you-

You fell.

You had never fallen from such a hight before.

Your long hair billowed through the wind with your clothes as you watched through tears as she hit the earth.

Then you hit a cliff.

A *SNAP* rang through the air as you landed on your back, head over the edge, perfectly positioned to see her and her… brother?

Two other men came as your breathing shallowed, a conversation you were too far away to hear taking place before you, before the man with the leathery wings performed some kind of spell, and her body ignited in a flame.

Your vision grew blurry as blood seeped from your mouth, coughs mixed with crimson bubbles escaping your lips as she disappeared. Her brother - who you realized was Lucifer, though his color pallet was much different than what she described - kneeled before the men.

With what little strength you had left, you clasped your hands together.

‘My Father who art above, please heed this prayer. Let be me reborn and find my love once more. Let us continue to be the star crossed lovers we believed ourselves to be. Please Father… and if one must be punished let it be me, for I had forsaken her from your land when my mortal lips met hers. Allow me this repentance and… let me… see… her once… mo…r…’

Your thoughts were silenced as you slipped away.

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You hated that prick in the sky.

You had given Him your everything, pledged yourself to Him.

You thought He was merciful, well apparently not.

Hundreds of thousands of fucking years.

You’ve had to watch her descendants live their lives, always finding a way to bump into them.

If this was His idea of a cosmic joke, then you wanted to bash your fucking skull in.

I mean, you’ve tried but he made you immortal on top of everything.

You had been reborn, as you asked, then to find that she’d been reborn as a human too. Great! You even had all your memories so you assumed she had her and…

…

…And then you were getting invited to her wedding as her ‘best friend’.

Never did you ever think you could’ve experienced a pain like that, like your soul shattering and being crumbled into dust but there you were. Watching her get wed off.

And have children.

And die.

You grew numb after a while, because why wouldn’t you. Seeing them grow became a past time, seeing where they ended up and then how many people attended their funerals.

Morbid game but it helped pass the time.

You got to watch as humans evolved and took over the planet, eventually coming to a point where they might destroy it if they aren’t careful.

You’ve watched technology grow and tack over and magic users be forced into hiding.

You’ve watched kingdoms rise and fall, nations grow and shrink, the belief of Angels and Devils become lesser and lesser.

You remember when Solomon, the big bitch of magic users and demon pact collector extraordinaire, was born. That was fun.

You remember when The King of the Devildom went to sleep, that was also neat, though you’re pretty sure that happened just a while before you died… time was a blur.

And naturally, you remembered when the brothers officially became “The Demon Brothers.”

You never forgot.

When out with “friends” - they were more people you surrounded yourself with to numb the pain of life - you just said you had Hyperthymesia, which led to more questions and other shit you couldn’t be bothered with.

The Father only know how many times you’ve gone through Highschool and Collage for the hell of it, there was shit else to do and at this point you were a hidden billionaire with how long you lived, plus it was nice to stay up to date on current affairs.

You had cut and dyed your hair same near every color under the sun at the this point, now at (h/c) for the time being.

One of the shittiest parts, however, was your morals.

The Father must’ve thought he was the funniest fucker in reality because he basically singed the Seven Virtues onto your soul, the on top of that made you the living example of the Seven Sins.

You couldn’t do shit without feeling torn apart.

Couldn’t spend large amount of money on yourself without feeling the need to give it away, but when you did you just wanted more money.

Never got a good nights sleep anymore because part of your brain would want to stay up to make sure nothing bad happened.

Couldn’t gouge yourself on a mountain of food without wanting to hurl halfway through because it “was enough”.

So life was shit in every way.

And then, the fucking cherry on top?

When a friend - who you knew full well was a decadent of her - got a letters from the Devildom about some “exchange program”. They tossed it because they thought it was a scam, which was fair.

You only read it out of curiosity, and when you say your jaw dropped? I mean it fucking dropped.

You knew all about Diavolo’s little “re-connection” thing, had since he announced it really, but to see it actually coming to light was… an experience you weren’t expecting.

Honestly you didn’t want them to go.

This descendent, MC was their name - such a weird fucking name - was one of your favorites. They were a chaotic little shit and you lived for it. Unless you had to pull them from a problem they caused. Then you didn’t.

But soon you got involved with their shit and completely forgot.

And there you were when they got sucked to hell, hand in hand…

… Also handcuffed but we don’t talk about that-

‧꒰˚ʚ🎀ɞ˚꒱ ‧‧꒰˚ʚ🎀ɞ˚꒱ ‧‧꒰˚ʚ🎀ɞ˚꒱ ‧‧꒰˚ʚ🎀ɞ˚꒱ ‧

“AW FUCK-“

“SHITTY TITTES AUGH-“

Both you and MC gripped each other, them screaming and you gritting your teeth with arms around them to protect them.

It took a second for them to stop and you to finally look up.

Before you was a judges seat with eight seats, five of which were filled. Though, a man stood beside the tallest standing seat.

Wait…

Orange, blond, strawberry blond, ravenette, red head - literally, and deep blue to teal?

Oh fuck-

The man in the tallest seat began to speak.

“Welcome to the Devildom MC… and friend?”

Diavolo looked down at the two of you, MC looking confused and you well… you looked uncomfortable but not unknowing.

“We can deal with that in a moment but, pardon my abrupt introduction. Feeling a bit shocked, I’m sure? Well that’s understandable, you’ve only just arrived, after all.”

MC looked around at the men confused and obviously scared while you just sighed with a hand pressed to your forehead. MC tried to stand only to trip back when the cuffs holding you both together. You noticed some of the brothers staring at you two, but you looked away. Diavolo seemed to ignore you both, however.

“As a human, it will probably take a little while for you to adjust to things here in the Devildom.”

“What the fuck is a Devildom-“ MC was cut off by a glare from Lucifer.

“Haha! Calm yourself Lucifer they were just asking a question! Now, before we introduce ourselves, who are you?”

You glanced over at the male and glanced at everyone else. Tugging on your shirt and running your hand through your hair, you finally met Diavolo’s eyes again.

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“Now I call you dove, you ain’t got any kinda name f’ me?”

You both were sat on a cliff you had just recently found overlooking your home with a great view of the sky and sun, which was setting at the moment. She was sat beside you, head on your shoulder with you both in the grass. A small wind blew through, making your hair wave like a sea of gold. She ran a hand through your hair, you humming at the feeling.

Your easygoing grin made Lilith’s heart melt, but she focused up back on your question after a moment, humming.

“Well… I want it to mean something.” “Dove means somethin’!” Lilith giggled.

“Oh yeah, and what would that be?” “Well you’re an Angel… n’ doves are connected ta Angels n’ stuff…” you groaned after, shoving your face in your hands, causing the Angels laughter to grow.

“Don’t laugh at me! It was cute how you reacted when I first called ya it!” Lilith continued to laugh, you whining and wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling close and placing her head on your chest. Then, you grabbed her face in a huff. You forced her to stare at you as she bit her tongue with blush on her cheeks.

Finally you both broke out into laughter, her falling onto you. You both fell back into the grass giggling. She laid on top of you and you both breathed and took the moment in.

“… I think I have an idea.��

You glanced at her. Wrapping your arms around her waist, you pulled her up and rested your head on top of her hers. She nuzzled into your neck.

“Idea for what, dove?” “A nickname.”

You smiled and looked down at her, causing her to look up.

“Well then get on with it, I’m excited as a cow to a good wooden post.” “A what… to a what?” “Heh, nothin’ dove.”

She smiled and snuggled into you.

“I think you deserve your own name. Not what they call you up there. Something like…”

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You stared Diavolo in the eyes, and smiled somberly.

“…(y/n).”

WOOO FINALLY I FUCKING FINISHED IT WOOOOOOO-

This has been sitting in my drafts for fucking months :)

Yes this will be getting a part two this is for me I’m the target audience-

My fucking hands man… they hurt-

Please god tell me someone appreciates this-

… is this my longest fic?-

#Obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me lilith #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me x reader #x reader #x gn reader #x yn #x gn y/n #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x gn!reader #Adam/Eve!Reader

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Sweet Nothing - Clay Spenser

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Note(s): This is a long one that I honestly did not want to end. Also this is x reader but she goes by the nickname Mira. And anything in italics unless stated otherwise is them speaking Urdu. (Oh, and title is of course from a Taylor Swift song)

Tagging @nerdyreaderpapi who said they were really excited for this. Hope they and everyone else enjoys this.

Summary: Clay has a wife and no one believes him. He’s been a part of Bravo for eight months, the wife excuse is getting old, got old after the first month and yet he sticks to it, despite the fact that they never met her, don’t know her name, or seen a single picture of her.

Turning his phone on, a tired smile crosses his lips at the sight of his lockscreen and he can’t help the way his thumb caresses the screen as he mouths the words on it that he knows by heart, a yawn leaving him in the middle as he adjusts to being awake.

The always there ache in his heart, grows now that they’re so close to being home. And he has to resist rubbing at his chest. He didn’t need to catch Trent’s attention, the medic was like a mother hen to all of the team, but especially him since he was the youngest.

Unlocking his phone, he goes to his texts and scrolls through his missed texts, body relaxing into his hammock as he looks at the texts from his wife. Some just random tidbits of things she had to translate, or things she had to buy that they ran out of, things she made for dinner, how she forgot to pick her meds up but not to worry because she did end up getting them, just a week later than she should’ve and he can ignore the email from the pharmacy about it, and that yes Clay she knows she hopeless without him and she’s more than okay without.

He lets out a chuckle at one of her texts telling him that she wants a dog and he needs to stop dragging his feet about it.

“It’s been nearly a year, husband. The longer we go without any paws running about, the more I’ll want.”

He lifts his eyes from his phone, letting them drift around until they land on Brock who’s also laying in his hammock, though he’s more upright, Cerberus in between his legs.

“Hey, Brock.” “Hmm?” Clay doesn’t notice that the rest of the team have also turned their attention to Clay. It wasn’t often that the kid was talkative after missions, especially one like this one. “I’ve been meaning to get a dog, anything I should keep in mind with Cerb?” The dog lifts its head at his name, tail wagging as he looks at Clay. Brock runs a hand over the dog's head. “I’d say once they settle in, we introduce them, just in case.” “What kind of dog you getting?” Clay shrugs, “not too sure yet. It’ll be a puppy, that’s for sure.” His wife would have his head if they’re first pet together wasn’t a puppy. “Puppy? That’s a lot for our job.” “Yeah, who’s getting to watch it when we get spun out or are on deployment?” “My wife, who absolutely exists.” He throws up a middle finger at Sonny, already knowing what comment was going to leave the Texan’s mouth. He makes a noise and half hearted denial, but doesn’t say anything, jaw twitching as Clay tries to press that he had a wife on them again.

“She going to pick you up?” Clay’s eyebrow raises, and he pockets his phone as he feels a shift in the altitude. They’d be landing within the next thirty minutes. “I drove myself. So, no.” Ray makes a noise at that and he has to resist the urge to snap at him or one of the other guys who was staring at him.

“Join us for beers tomorrow?” Sonny asks, as they all step out and start heading to their cars. “We just spent nearly two weeks together, next time absolutely.” Sonny grunts. “Fine, but just remember what you're missing out on, GQ. I could get you a great girl.” “Married.” He shouts, as he rushes to his car. The door shuts before he can hear Sonny’s reply and with it comes a sigh of relief.

The drive home passes quickly and before he knows it, he’s in the driveway of his house. His wife’s car parked in its spot and the porch light on, with its automatic timer set to turn on at eighteen hundred and shut off at four hundred.

Clay feels the ache in his chest grow, being so close and yet still so far away. So, he doesn’t bother grabbing his go bag, even though everything needs to be washed, he just climbs out of the car, barely remembering to lock it and running up the steps to the front door.

Opening the door, he quickly steps into the house, kicking off his boots as he closes the door behind him.

“Baby?” He calls, anxiety and excitement warring inside of him. “Mira?” He uses the name that her parents started calling after learning that he and her grandmother had taken to calling her Miracle in Urdu. “I’m home.” He hears the sound of feet rounding the corner before a cry of his name greets him and he’s got an armful of his wife.

He holds her tight, lifting her off her feet, his hands moving down to her bottom to hold it as her legs wrap themselves around his waist.

“Fuck, I missed you.” He whispers into the skin of her neck, tears pricking at his eyes, as he takes in the feeling of home, the smell of it, of her. “Missed you too.” Her arms loosen from around his shoulders and she pulls back slightly, looking into his eyes as her hands come up to his face. She sighs, thumbs rubbing his cheekbones. “You got even more handsome. I think you can’t, then you leave me and somehow it happens.”

His cheeks turn pink at the compliment, the one she always gives him when he comes home to her. At one point he had denied it, thought she was just saying it, that she didn’t mean it, but with over a decade together, he knew that she meant it. It was clear in her face, the way her eyes were lit up in awe and they couldn’t stop looking at him. Clear in her body, how her breath still sped up, heart hammering in her chest.

Emotion bubbles up in him, how overwhelmingly he is in love with this woman and has been since they met, since he was fifteen. And he knows that if he speaks right now, he’ll stumble over his words, so instead he presses their lips together.

And the ache that had been plaguing him vanishes at the contact. At the soft lips pressed to his. Her hands slip from his face to his neck, her right pointer finger tracing the shell of his ear making him tighten his grip on her and press his tongue to the seam of her lips, gently touching them, before retreating. Even with the sigh into his mouth.

“Do you have anything cooking?” “No.” She breathes, “take me to bed, soldier.” He grins at the command, pressing their lips together, once than twice before starting the trip to their bedroom. “Yes, ma’am.”

—

“Stop looking at me like that.” She murmurs, eyes scanning the menu. “How am I looking at you?” She lifts her eyes off the menu, her husbands grinning face staring at her. “Like you won the lottery.” His grin grows wider, eyes alight with amusement. “Everyday with you is like winning the lottery, miracle.” She has to look away for a moment, lips pressing together to suppress a giggle. Fuck, her husband was a charmer.

Her eyes drift back towards the menu. Despite having dinner two hours earlier, she was hungry again, but not hungry enough to eat something all by herself, so it was a good thing she had Clay with her. She swore sometimes he had more than one stomach on him with the way he ate.

“Want to share a chicken strip basket with me?” “Sure. You want a beer?” He asks, looking out for a waitress. “Please, just whatever you get.”

Resting her chin on her hand, she watches as he orders for them. Seamlessly keeping the waitress's attention off her.

“It ran over. Complications?” She asks when the waitress leaves, curiosity pulling at her. He nods, “Intel was bad. HAVOC nearly blew a gasket.” “But, no injuries.” “No injuries.” The whole team had basically been glorified bodyguards for two weeks. “It was a milk run that went long. Only reason we were there for so long was because of the intel and having to get new contacts.” She hums, switching back to english. “This place seems nice.” She takes a glance around. “Only opened up a month or so ago. Kids aren’t allowed after eight.” “Yes, sir.” The waitress says, setting down two beers in front of them. “And the last family we had just left. So just a warning the music will be going up and our cook is only here until ten.” “Thank you.” She smiles at the waitress. “Of course. Let me know if you need a refill and your food should be out shortly.”

“She’s nice.” “Hasn’t worked long enough in food service.” Her eyes roll. “Says the man who's never worked in food service.” “But you did. Worst six months of our marriage.” Her mouth falls open, “you were deployed for all of it.” He shrugs, “you were miserable working at the place. Me not being there just made that worse.” “Such a softy.” Clay smiles, tangling their fingers together on top of the table. “Only for you, my miracle.”

They're halfway through their beers when the music gets turned up and their basket of chicken strips arrive. Grabbing one, she hisses at how hot it is immediately dropping it back down. She shakes her hand out, rubbing the pads of fingers together.

“Cut it?” “Please.” He doesn’t say anything, sending her a fond look before grabbing the fork and knife that had been resting on the table and cutting the chicken up.

Nearly an hour later and on her third beer and last one, since Clay was also stopping at three since he was driving, the door opening to the bar and raucous noise catches her attention.

Turning her head, she eyes the group of six men and two women, military she noted by some of their stances and they way all the men seemed to be surveying the building. It’s then that her eyes focus on their faces and her eyes widen, recognizing some of them.

“Clay,” she kicks his shin lightly. She hears his sharp intake of breath and she blindly reaches for his hand, squeezing it tight. Her heart thuds painfully in her chest when he grasps it tight, clinging to it. “Do you want to leave?” “No.” “Are you sure?” “It's your choice.” She takes her eyes off his team, going to protest, but he stops her. “No, it’s your choice. I know you don’t particularly like them.” His face twists at that, because that was a light way of putting it.

His wife nearly despised them for judging him just because he had the last name Spenser. Add on Sonny’s treatment those first few missions and how Jason treated him after that first time he worked with Bravo. He was surprised that she hadn’t stormed onto base using her clearance to give the Master Chief a piece of her mind. It wouldn’t shock him if them meeting eventually resulted in that happening. She wasn’t one to hold back, not when it concerned him.

She eyes her husband, remembering how he had come home practically collapsing in her arms because of Bravo, because he had the last name Spenser and more stupid military men weren’t willing to not judge a book by its cover. Remembering their refusal to believe that he was married, all because he won’t introduce them or talk about her, because he was a kid, despite being twenty-seven. But she also remembers the light in his eyes as he talks about Cerb, Trent’s mother henning, Ray’s quiet accompaniment to the range. He’s been with them for nearly a year and she knows that they’ve become like family to them, so close to being brothers in not just name but also bond. And she knows that the only thing that is stopping him from letting them in and really see who he is behind that cocky façade is her. And she can’t deny him family, more people to love him, so she squeezes his hand again.

“Let’s stay.” “Really?” She nods. “They’re your brothers, honey. I can’t deny you people that love you, just because of my misgivings.” He looks at her in awe, blue eyes shining. “I don’t deserve you, not one bit.” He sounds reverent and before she can deny it, protest, he’s leaning across the table, crushing their lips together in a passionate kiss.

A loud whistle breaks them apart and he’s still looking at her in absolute awe. “You, Mrs. Spenser, are going to be spoiled so much later.” She swallows harshly, thighs pressing together at the promise. “And I can’t wait, husband.” His eyes flash but the sound of a chair being pulled out stops him from kissing her again.

“I’m going to take these up and get something else to drink. You want anything?” She asks, grabbing their beer bottles. “Water, please.” She nods, flashing him a smile before standing and heading to the bar, a slight limp in her gait.

He watches her, heat simmering inside of him.

Clay looks away when someone sits across from him, knocking their feet together,

“Would ya look at that, GQ. Said you didn’t want to come out drinking with us and we still ended up at the same place.” The Texan accent makes him sigh. “Sonny. First stop of the night?” “Yeah, even managed to get Blackburn to join us.” Clay spots the rest of the group in the corner where there’s pool tables, brows going up seeing Naima standing next to Lisa. He had forgotten that her parents were in town this week. “Naima eat?” “You think Ray would’ve let her out of the house to drink without food in her stomach?” “I don’t think Ray tells her to do anything.” Sonny laughs, “right you are, brother. Last time Ray tried to tell her to do something,” he whistles. “I don’t think I’ve seen a man regret something so much.” He chuckles, he hadn’t been part of the team for that but he could imagine it. “Lisa text you, we were coming here? Decide to join us anyways?” “No, I actually,” he begins before he can continue, two glasses are being put on the table and a familiar weight is settling on his leg that’s planted outside the booth.

“Next time we should Uber, they’ve got some interesting cocktails.” She tells him, before turning her head to look at the stunned Seal sitting across from them. “Hi, I hope I wasn’t interrupting.” Clay has to press his face against her back to hide his smile. She knew damn well what she was doing and he couldn’t love her more for it. “No, ma’am. You known Clay long?” His eyes flicker between the two. She lets out a laugh, just a little off from her normal one. “Long enough.” He squeezes her waist and she relaxes a little back into him. “Well, my name's Sonny Quinn, I work with Clay since he ain’t got the manners to introduce us.” She extends her hand, giving the Texan’s a quick shake before giving her name and they both watch as his jaw drops and his eyes widen. “But please, call me Mira. Everyone does.”

“Spenser?” He repeats, barely hearing her request. “Yes, sir. And proud.” She lifts her left hand and gives it a small shake where both his grandmother’s wedding band sits and her grandmother's wedding ring. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you” He manages to say after a few seconds. “Mira, I don’t think you’ve met the rest of the team, but if you’d like you could join us. We're just playing some pool and drinking.”

“Join?” The french makes him blink, but he nods. “Sure.” “We’d love to.” He blinks at the language change, but nods, standing. “Alright, then. Can I get you anything to drink?” His eyes flicker to Clay, expecting to see some sort of scowl on the younger man’s face at his offer but the kid just looks amused and tension he didn’t know he was holding, vanishes. “I’m alright. I just got us some water.” She tells him, standing, grabbing one of the waters from the table.

Nodding, he watches as Clay also stands, doing the same as her, his arm looping around his wife’s waist, lips brushing her temple. They make an interesting picture, a pretty one. Cause of course Clay would have a wife even prettier than he was.

Leading them over to the corner that Bravo had commandeered, Jason spots them first, smiling at him, before a brief look of concern takes over at his wide eyes. And a quick nudge to Ray’s ribs from Jason gets everyone else's attention.

“Ladies,” he nods to Lisa and Naima, “gents. Look who I ran into?” He steps aside letting them more easily see Clay, who’s setting their waters down on a high table they took over. “Hey!” A few say at the time, catching other people's attention for a moment. “What are you doing here?” Lisa asks, smiling at the youngest member of Bravo. He tilts his head to the left, gesturing, “date night. Went to dinner then ended up here. Would’ve gone somewhere else if I knew who we’d run into.” He grins, catching the elbow his wife starts to throw before it can make contact. “You love us.” She teases and Clay rolls his eyes but the soft line of his shoulders and grin betrays him. “And who is this?” She looks at the woman next to Clay offering her smile. She smiles at the woman who Clay talks about fondly, always having their back in HAVOC, “I’m Mira, Clay’s wife.” Her smile doesn’t flicker at the sharp intakes of breaths her introduction causes. “You must be Lisa, Clay talks about you often. He talks about all of you often.” She looks at the rest of them. Naima hits Ray’s chest. “I had no idea that Clay was married.”

She quickly shakes the younger girl's hand. “I’m Naima, Ray’s wife. If Ray had something sooner, we could have set up something sooner. All of us wives and girlfriends have a groupchat. I know how difficult it can be.” “Thank you. We’ll have to exchange numbers. You have two kids right? Jameelah and RJ?” “We do.” Her smile widens at Mira remembering her kids names just from hearing Clay talk about them. “Clay mentioned them. He’s never been uncle Clay before. Came home all lit up.” He nudges her slightly. “They meet you and you’ll be Auntie.” “Damn straight, I married you for the benefits, honey.” “And my body.” He grins down at her, holding her tighter against him. She pats his chest. “And your body.”

Naima awes a bit at the young couple. She remembered when her and Ray were first together, they had also been stuck together at the hip. Now with being together for so long and two kids, there wasn’t a lot of being stuck at the hip.

“How long have you two been together? Or married?” She asks, curious. They seemed like newlyweds, just a couple of months under their belt, still firmly in the honeymoon phase. “Been together for twelve years, married for eight.” Clay tells everyone, a proud look in his eyes. “Seven, honey. We got engaged eight years ago.” She corrects, watching the shocked faces of his team. He scowls at the reminder of the near year of waiting he had before they finally could get married. “Worst year of my life.” “It wasn’t even a year!” “It was nearly a year.”

“Now, why do I feel like there’s a story there?” One of the guys says, recovering first. “Trent,” he offers his name, just in case. “That would be because there is.” She pats Clay’s hand. “Clay and I got together when we were fifteen, but there’s nearly a year between us. So, Clay turns eighteen, proposes, is already to go to the courthouse and be married and I had to remind him that we had to wait a good eight months to get married since I was still seventeen.”

“The wait was horrible.” He groans. Mira laughs, “what wait? The only thing that changed was my last name and us getting a piece of paper. Nothing else changed.” “Sex.” Sonny chokes on his beer. “We had sex before.” Lisa lets out a laugh at the exasperated look on her face, she already liked this girl. “Yeah, but it wasn’t married sex.” “Oh my god.” She rolls her eyes, not needing to look at him to know he was grinning, chest puffed out a bit.

She looks at the other women in the group, “Please save me from him.” Naima laughs at the girl, but steps over to the booth where Brock is sitting and motions for her to join. “Sit with me and Brock. I want to know all about you.”

She feels Clay squeeze her hip and brush his lips across her temple before letting her go. She sends him a smile before joining the older woman at the booth, sliding in on the same side that Naima’s sitting on.

“Nice to meet you, Brock.” She greets the man. “You too.”

Clay watches as Naima and Mira start to talk, Brock paying rapid attention if the way his body language is anything to go by.

“So, Bam Bam does have a wife.” He scowls at the Texan, “Told you I did.” “Still. Can see why you kept her away. She’s so far out of your league.” Sonny laughs, sending Clay a wink as he dodges an elbow from Lisa. He looks back at Mira, who’s laughing. “Damn right.”

He felt lucky most days that she even took a glance at him.

“Why did it take so long for us to meet her?” Jason asks. “Does she not like the job? Cause problems at home?” Clay scoffs, “god, no.” It wasn’t that they hadn’t had problems, they’d been together for over a decade they had them, but the idea of his job causing some was laughable. “She encouraged me to enlist, wouldn’t have made it as far without her. And she understands the job.” Something in his tone sets Jason on edge, “Not too much, I hope.” “Spenser,” Eric starts, realizing where Jason’s head went and it’s clear Ray did too by the way he sets his pool cue down. He sticks his chin out, shaking his head. “She’s a linguist.” He gets blank looks. “She knows as many languages as me, more. She’s been a consultant for the CIA since we were twenty. She’s got higher clearance than me.” Sonny whistles, “she’s really out of your league.” He grins at him.

“So, what was the problem?” Jason asks and god was he like a dog with a bone. He could tell there was a reason and all of them knew he wouldn’t stop until he knew why. Clay sighs, sending a look over to Mira, who sensing it, looks back at him and sends him a smile and nod. “I talk shop with her.” Jason sends him a disapproving look, but he ignores it. He liked Jason, but he wasn’t about to take relationship advice from the older man. “So, if I’ve had a bad day or something went wrong I talk about it.” “I don’t get it.” Lisa whacks the Texan on his arm, understanding why Clay hadn’t introduced her or even talked about her. He sighs, “she doesn’t like you,” he looks at Sonny. “Or you.” he looks at Jason. “What? For what reason?” Trent and Ray let out laughs at Sonny’s confusion. They could take a good guess for why she didn’t like either Sonny or Jason and they couldn’t say they blamed her. “She doesn’t have much tolerance for anyone who sees the last name Spenser and immediately assumes I’m like my father.” Jason winces at the statement and reminder of what he had first thought of Clay and how he treated him because of it. Yeah, he could see the reason for dislike. “Shit, Bam Bam. I fucked that one, huh?”

Clay smiles at the older man, “give her a year, maybe two. You’ll get off her shitlist.” “And me?” Jason asks, noticing that his eyes hadn’t drifted over to him. He winces, “that’s a bit more complicated.” Ray lets out a laugh at Jason’s face, slapping him on the back. “I told you that one of these days your big mouth and unwillingness to let things go would bite you in the ass.”

“He did not, Mira!” Naima’s scandalized voice rings out and makes them all turn their heads to look over at the booth where her, Mira, and Brock were sitting. She lets out a laugh, people’s reactions to how exactly Clay proposed never ceased to make her laugh. “He absolutely did.” Naima’s scandalized expression vanishes and her jaw locks as she ushers the younger out of the booth, turning her attention to the man they had just been talking about. “Clay Spenser!” His eyes widen at his name being said like that and he sends a look to Ray, but the 2IC just shakes his head. He was on his own with this one. “I can not believe you! Proposing like that!” She stands with her hands on her hips, lips pressed together in a frown. He relaxes at that. He knew how he proposed wasn’t normal and had pointedly not mentioned how he had to her parents or his grandparents knowing he’d got smacked upside the head. “Naima, I was eighteen.” He pleads, putting his hands up in surrender, sending a look to Mira who’s giggling. “Really, it’s funny more than anything.” “Oh, I’ve got to know this.” Sonny mutters under his breath. There would never be enough material to tease Clay with. And something from his relationship, well that was even juicer.

“How exactly did Clay propose?” Lisa asks, wondering what had the normally chill woman up in arms. “Well, honey, should I tell them or do you want to?” She asks, teasingly as she walks over to him. He wraps an arm around her, pulling her closer. “You can, miracle. Already told it once today, what’s two times?” She nods, wrapping an arm around him as well. Might as well get as comfy as she could with all the eyes on her.

“Well, you already know that Clay was very eager to get married.” “Be a fool not to.” He mutters, interrupting her which she ignores but Trent snorts hearing the mutter. “But he was really eager. My parents and his grandparents were missionaries, so they kept odd hours, were really only home to sleep and even then sometimes depending on how bad the area they were at was they sometimes would sleep there. Which meant we had a lot of time to ourselves.” The guys all grin at that, knowing exactly what that meant. “And with our luck, the week that Clay turned eighteen, they were away helping a village six hours away that experienced a horrible fire.” That earns a few frowns, but everyone is still listening intently to her.

“So, when it rolled over to midnight, I woke him up to wish him a happy eighteenth and to have birthday sex.” She earns a few laughs at how unashamed she is and she smiles at the sound. She could blame it on being a horny teenager but she still wanted to climb Clay like a tree as much if not more than when they were teens. “In the middle of said birthday sex, he just asks me to marry him. Tells me that one of the guys in the village we were in owes him a favor and we could take his truck to get married as soon as the sun was up.” “You didn’t?” Clay shrugs at the disappointed look from Jason. “I’d been thinking about it for months, it slipped out.” He defends. “It was sweet.” Mira also defends him. “Even if my response put a damper on things.” He winces at that, because yeah, he hadn’t reacted the best to hearing the word can’t right after he had proposed and then forced onto his back so she could ride him. It was one of the few times that he had stopped in the middle of sex for a reason that wasn’t cramping or someone knocking on the door. “And what was your response?”

“Can’t, just the word can’t.” She gives Clay a sorry smile. “Even in the middle of sex the logical side of my brain was working.” “Sounds like someone wasn’t doing a good job.” Sonny jokes. “Nah, I was thinking of a way to flip him on his back right before he started talking.” Sonny lets out a loud laugh at that and the way it makes Jason slightly bug eyed. “I definitely like you, Mrs. GQ.” “Can I be Mrs. Bam Bam instead?” She asks, grinning. “Rolls off the tongue better.” “You can have whatever nickname you want, Mrs. Bam Bam.” The Texan tells her, a bit more southern drawl in his voice as he gives her a wink.

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REPOST - Sandy Baby

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader (Is referred to as Sandy)

Blurb- Falling for your best friend is hard, but its harder when you think you'll never have a chance with him

(GIF not mine all credits go to the owner.)

Jake Seresin had been my best friend for years, the witty Texan never failing to leave me smiling. And it had been this way for a long time, it felt comfortable, almost as if this was the way it should always be.

I had known that I loved Jake Seresin from the summer we turned 15, the days had been hot, our time spent at the beach. I hadn’t remembered a time where we weren’t together during the holidays, we always just did.

That summer more girls had looked his way, the 15 year old Jake Seresin had filled out quite a bit, his charm and sarcasm had expanded considerably and his gentleman-like behaviour never faltered. I remember the fluttering in my stomach as he held me by the waist as Jake threw me in the water and the sound of his laughter as I tried to pull him down with me, the soft smile Jake gave me when our faces levelled. That was the Jake Seresin I loved.

Still loved.

I stood at the entrance of the bar, my eyes on his figure, the Military had done him a favour, his muscles more defined, his skin was sun kissed and his hair neatly done up. So the girl on his arm made a lot of sense.

I felt my heart beat falter slightly, I choked on a breath as I backed towards the door, I caught the eyes of Bradley as they widened in realisation.

I stepped back out into the cool salty air, my arms heavy from the cake and balloons I held, ready to surprise my best friend for his birthday. I began the walk back to my truck as I thought about what happened and what didn’t happen. I placed everything back in the back seat, looking at it all as a reminder of a wasted idea.

I heard heavy footsteps approach me, I turned and looked at Bradley as he offered a small smile. “Hey Brad.” I didn’t trust my voice, I didn't trust myself.

“Hey doll, come here.” I felt the arms of Bradley wrap around me as I let out the tears I had been holding back. “I know, I know.” His voice cooed softly as he rubbed my back, Bradley knew about my love for Jake, everyone knew except for him.

I pulled back as I wiped my eyes. “I wouldn’t have come if I had known, I told myself I wasn’t in love with him anymore, heaven knows I tried to convince myself it was true.” My voice cracked with each word.

I chuckled and fiddled with my keys. “He’s an idiot, he loves you, I know he does.” I shook my head at Bradley’s words. “Brad, he doesn’t, Jake Seresin is not held down, no matter how much his mama asks him when he’s going to settle down, he won't.” I kiss my teeth before pulling on the door handle of my truck. “This was a mistake, this whole thing was a big fuckin mistake” I start the engine and begin reversing when I see a couple run out from behind the truck, the guy running over to my window. I groaned before looking out the window when I was met with the eyes of none other than Jake Seresin. “Fuck.” I mutter before opening my window. “What the hell Sandy?” I rolled my eyes internally at the use of the nickname now leaving a sour taste in my mouth.

“Happy birthday Cowboy.” Sarcasm dripped off my words as I refused to look at him. I heard Jake scoff before continuing into an extensive lecture, a normal person would’ve listened and cared but the stubborn bull in me wanted to punch him and drive off. “What the hell has gotten into you Sandy? You don’t return my texts or calls, next I hear you’re in Texas? I thought we were friends?!” his tone was pleading, his eyes soft as they met mine.

I looked and saw his date standing there waiting for him, her words soft as she pulled on his arm gently. “Jakey, it's fine, let's just go.” Jakey

I watched him take one final look at me before walking away, a single tear fell down my cheek as I reversed my truck and sped away.

Fuck

Jake

Seresin.

Cowboy

I ignored the call as I had been for the last two months, since his birthday I had continued to ignore Jake in an effort to ease my broken heart. I barely heard from the dagger squad, except for Bradley who came by to check on me

“He’s broken without you, he’s not sleeping, not eating.” Bradley’s words came across in a whisper, Jake had become a subject we tried not to discuss, no one quite understood why I didn’t want to talk to Jake.

Not even Bradley.

“I don’t know Brad, I’m done falling in love with a man who can’t seem to get his head on the right way.” A knock at the door pulled me away from my thoughts, the sound frantic and urgent. “I gotta go Brad, I'll talk to you later.” The line went dead as I walked over, my hand reaching to grab the doorknob when I heard a voice on the other side. “Sandy please!” The desperate pleas of Jake came from the other side. My heart pounded in my ears as I froze. “Please Sandy open the door.”

I felt my body stiffen at the sound of his voice, was I ready for this?

“Please, I'm sorry.” The sounds of his fist on the door had stopped, now it was only the sound of his voice.I closed my eyes and leaned against the door, listening to Jake’s voice. “I can’t Sandy, we were so close but now we barely talk, you don’t pick me up anymore, we don’t spend my Saturdays off cooking, I just miss you like hell Sandy.” I could hear his voice breaking, I placed my hand on the doorknob slowly twisting it. Call it instinct but I don’t know what possessed me to open the door, but I just did.

I didn’t recognise Jake standing before me, his eyes red, his hair a mess and his clothes clearly not clean. My heart broke at the sight of him before me.

“Jake..” “That’s not my name sweetheart, you know that’s not my name.” His pleads were desperate, an attempt to fix us, us.

The barrier was still up, I wanted to trust him, but I didn't want to let Jake break my heart again, not again.

“Please Sweetheart, don’t shut me out, don't pretend I haven’t known you since we were just lil kids.” I listened to his words, closing my eyes as I felt my chest grow heavy. “I have been an idiot, I was scared to lose you.”

Was it shame? Was it anger? Was it relief that I felt? I genuinely didn’t know and that was what frustrated me as I looked at Jake. “To lose me? Jake I don’t think I’ve ever been with a person more than I’ve been with you, from being young children who were neighbours to now two strangers.” I struggle to stand still as his gaze pierces through my soul. “I let you break my heart over and over again and for what? For me to cry to my mama about the little blonde boy I grew up with, the one I decided I was going to marry when I was five?” I feel my bottom lip quiver as I continue speaking. “The problem is that you are the only one I would let break my heart continuously because my heart is only yours to break, there is no one else I’d love the way I love you.”

I wrap my arms around my body as I look at Jake, finally meeting his eyes. I took a shaky breath as I waited for him to talk, to say something, anything.

“I didn’t know.” He croaked out. “Sandy please forgive me, please I didn’t know.”

“Why?Why come back?” My voice was shaky, my cheeks wet from my tears.

A heavy silence hung between us, his mouth a gape but no words were spoken.

“You can stand at my door and say you miss me, you need me, it's not the first time.” I took a deep breath to stop the shakiness to my voice. “But I am done Jake, I am done l don’t want to cry anymore, it’s either you love me or you don't.” Jake looked at me, his eyes searching through my own.

I waited for his response, words failed the both of us as we stood in the entrance to my apartment.

I saw a few tears fall down Jake’s cheeks before he spoke. “I love you, I love you so much it hurts and I can't be the man you need, you deserve better than me.” His voice cracked with each word he spoke.

“You could date Bradley, Bob, anyone but me because I am not good enough for you! And I tried, I tried to make it easier for us both, I thought if I dated other women I’d be able to push the feelings away so you could go on but I just couldn’t darlin.”

I looked at Jake, to me he was still that sun kissed 15 year old, the one I fell helplessly in love with.

The man before me had come back and left his heart for me.

Did I want it?

“I can walk away, I’ll leave right now if you tell me to but don’t tell me you don't feel it too, that you don’t feel the attraction between us, to be quite honest darlin, there is no one else I’ll love quite the way I love you.” Jake stepped closer to me, the scent of his cologne filled the air surrounding us.

There was only us in this moment.

“Jake I-”

His lips crashed into mine, Jake grabbed my face in his hands as he continued to kiss me.

Pulling us closer together as he moves his hands to my waist, holding me in a way I had only imagined in my wildest dreams.

He broke away first, pressing our foreheads together as we caught our breath.

“Please darlin, don't make me leave.”

“Stay then, please stay Jake.”

“Only for you Sandy.”

#jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake x reader #jake seresin fanfiction #top gun x reader #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fanfiction #Jake seresin x reader

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Hey bestie!!! I gotta do this request because I know you'd do it right.

Could you pretty please write a NSFW Southern Michael x Reader piece? I definitely think he would be very loving and giving, but let him be the dominant one. It's more fun that way~ Ball is in your court on what kinks you want to add. Maybe keep it gender neutral for the reader so more people can enjoy it 😊

Thank you!!! ILYSM! ✨✨✨

Deep in the Heart of Texas

Hi Lave! Yes of course I can write this for you!! It’s honestly such an honor that your trust me with your boy🥹

Southern Michael x GN Reader

Big thanks to @bookworm551 for helping me with the steer wrestling part of this fic! (I’m Texan but I’m like, city Texan, my roommate is country Texan) Originally I had Michael barrel racing, but apparently guys rarely do that so she helped me switch it up lol. Grateful to live with someone who has been to many horse shows.

Warnings: SMUT minors DNI, blowjob, hair pulling, penetration but readers sex not mentioned

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You bit your nails as you watched Michael intently from your spot in the stands, sandwiched between Lucy and Sam.

You were no stranger to the rodeo scene, and Michael was no first time competitor. But he had just moved up from the intermediate category to the advanced category, and while your boy was talented, you knew the competition was much more fierce.

You’d seen him practice a million times, but under the arena lights, with hundreds of eyes on you, you knew he could feel the pressure.

With your nail between your teeth you caught his eye from where he was waiting for his turn. He shot you a toothy smile and a wink.

You blushed and smiled back as you fought not to swoon in the middle of the stands. Lucy must have seen the exchange because she elbowed you gently, prompting you to turn to her.

“He’ll be fine,” she reassured you, “he’s got his good luck charm cheering him on.” She said while winking.

You turned even redder as you smiled back at her, “he doesn’t need the luck,” you told her, “he’s amazing all on his own.”

Lucy offered you a bright smile, “he’s talented for sure,” she agreed, “but trust me, you bein’ here calms his nerves,” she explained, “everybody in these stands may be lookin’ at him, but I promise you darlin,’ he’s lookin’ at you.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you sighed at her words, “I’m happy to help,” you told her, “I wouldn’t have missed this for anything.”

She beamed, taking your hand in hers, “I know sweetie pie,” she rubbed your hand with the pad of her thumb, “he knows too.”

When you heard the announcer call out Michael’s name over the loud speaker, you both snapped to look at the arena.

The doors on the chutes flew open as the steer sprinted out, Michael parallel on his horse.

The crowd cheered as he slid from his saddle, reaching to wrap his arms around the steer’s horns. Once he had a good grip, he dropped off his horse and planted his feet in the dirt. Then he yanked the steer’s head over, causing its body to turn and hit the ground.

The stands went wild as the announcer cried out 6.23 seconds, the event’s best time so far.

You’d never get tired of seeing your boy like that. Sweaty and covered in dirt as he manhandled the steer into submission, the sight made your heart rate quicken.

He caught your eye once again and smiled as he blew you a kiss and gave you a little tip of his hat.

You didn’t think you could get any redder, but you felt your face flush again as he turned to walk to the gate.

There were other wrestlers, but none with a time so good as his. When it came time to give out awards, you knew you’d be going home with the champion.

You, Sam, and Lucy all stood to clap and cheer when the show runners announced him as the winner and handed him his plaque and belt buckle.

Once all the awards were given out the three of you rushed down to meet him back at the stalls.

Michael beamed as he watched the three of you run up to him.

He pulled his mother into a hug and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Then he turned to Sam and rustled his hair playfully. Finally, he wrapped his arms around you tightly before picking you up and twirling you in the air. You smiled and laughed at his affection for you.

“Hey baby,” he spoke as he placed you back down “ya like the show?” He asked.

“Loved it,” you whispered breathlessly, “you were incredible.”

His eyebrow raised as his lip quirked up in a smirk as he caught your tone, “thanks darlin,” he whispered before placing a kiss on your lips.

“Michael,” Lucy garnered his attention, “Sam and I were goin’ ta grab something to eat, would you and your partner like ta join us?” She asked.

“Thanks so much mama, but I think we’re gonna head back ta the house, I’m feelin’ mighty tired from the steer wrestlin’ today, y’all go on ahead we’ll see y’all later.” He told her, shooting you a wink when his mother wasn’t looking.

“Suit yourselves,” Lucy told you both, smiling. She motioned for Sam to follow as she turned to walk to the food stands.

You shot Michael a look, “you’re tired huh?” You asked as you reached down to take his hand in yours.

He smiled as he threaded his fingers with yours, “don’t worry hon, I’m not that tired,” he assured you playfully as he pulled you towards his ATV.

Once the both of you had made it home, he lead you to his room and locked his door before pressing you up against is and pressing a loving kiss on your lips.

His hands slid down to your hips as he held you in his arms and explored you with his mouth.

You placed your hands on his cheeks, rubbing them with the pads of your thumbs as you returned his passionate kiss.

He began to trail kisses from your mouth down to your neck. Your eyes closed and your head fell back against the door as he sucked hickeys into your skin.

After awhile you pulled him from your neck by the collar of his shirt, his gaze met yours as he looked at you confused. You smiled and pecked his lips before falling to your knees.

His lips parted in a gasp as he watched you unbuckle his jeans and slide them down along with his boxers. His cock sprung free, and you placed a teasing kiss on the tip of it.

He smiled down at you as he watched you seal your mouth over the tip and swirl your tongue around it.

You took more of him into your mouth, prompting him to groan and run a hand through your hair, stroking and pulling gently. Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling as you moaned around his length.

You lifted you hand and wrapped it around the base of him, stroking as you sucked. He pulled your hair a bit harder, causing you to let out whimpers of pleasure.

Your hand moved to cup his balls and rub them as you took more of his cock into your mouth. He began to gently thrust into your mouth; you bobbed your head to match the rhythm of his thrusts.

His breathing picked up and he shuddered a bit, “gonna cum baby,” he told you breathlessly, “swallow f’ me, yeah?” He asked.

You nodded, as he stroked a hand through your hair once more before he came down your throat.

You stood and pressed a kiss to his lips, licking into his mouth so he could taste himself on you.

When you pulled away, he picked you up and placed you down on his bed before climbing over you and placing a kiss on your lips. “Let me take care of you now baby,” he told you.

He got up from the bed and unbuttoned his flannel shirt before shrugging it off. He reached up to place a hand on top of his cowboy hat to take it off.

“Wait!” You exclaimed.

He met your gaze, a puzzled look on his face.

“Leave it on,” you whispered, blushing.

He smirked at your flushed face, “whatever you want darlin” he promised as he descended on you.

He lifted your legs onto his shoulders and you reached back to grip the pillows as he sunk into you.

“You’re so amazing baby,” he praised as he thrust into you, “so good, so perfect for me.”

You moaned at his words, as he stroked the deepest parts of you. His movements caused pressure to build inside of you as he fucked you gently.

He continued to thrust into you as he spoke, “Wanted ta do this all day hon, when I saw you in the stands lookin’ so hot for me, cheerin’ me on,” he rambled, “I couldn’ta done it without you baby, my favorite supporter, my perfect baby,”

You screamed his name as he hit just the right spot inside you, sending you over the edge. He thrust into you a few more times, triggering his own orgasm. You arched your back as he filled you.

When you both came down from your highs he pulled out of you and collapsed next to you on the bed. Pulling you into his arms so he could hold you close, your back pressed against his broad chest.

He lifted his head to pepper kisses on your cheek, punctuating each with a soft, ‘I love you.’

You smiled as he kissed and caressed you gently. You turned to face him, pressing your nose against his, “I love you too,” you told him.

He blushed, “thanks for coming today baby, really,” he mumbled.

You offered him a soft smile, “wouldn’t have missed it for anything,” you reassured him.

You cupped his cheek, “I’ll be at every show,” you promised.

“I’ll hold ya to it darlin,” he said affectionately as he reached down to lace his fingers with yours, “you’re the best partner a cowboy could have.”

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 2 years

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Come Over Here and Overwhelm Me: reunions (Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC)

Summary: Three men walk into a bar...And they all completely ruin Ronnie's day.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC (Ronnie Bradshaw)

Word Count: 4528

Warnings: hopefully in character hangman/rooster/maverick, flashbacks, angst, hangman being kinda soft, slight top gun maverick spoilers, i made rooster kind of a dick in this and im sorry (they will make up soon i promise)

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Penny was right — The Hard Deck was packed by the time it hit seven o’clock. Most of them were regulars from the airbase, men and women in flight suits coming in after a long day’s work. But so far she hadn’t spotted a single person in service or even dress uniform. Maybe Penny was only partially right — maybe there were no pilots being recalled to Marimar.

The sun was well under the horizon now. The last of its glow barely peaked out from the golden line of the ocean, painting the sky in a rainbow that was always Ronnie’s favorite. Inside the bar, the lights were warm, bathing the woodwork in gold. The space filled with a joyous noise — music, stories shared amongst friends, laughter, the whoops and hollers of a game of pool won.

Ronnie walked around with a tray and a smile. Picking up empty glasses and chatting with people she had gotten to know over the years. She danced to the music as she picked up a table’s finished drinks. Hips swaying this way and that to the beat of some 80s song or other that Penny supplied in the jukebox.

“You wanna dance, Ronnie?” Jimmy, the old bartender, asked with a laugh as he brought over the tables’ refills.

“With you, Jimmy? Anytime!”

She held out her hand to him with a smirk. The people at the table cheered as Jimmy took it with a toothy grin. He pulled her into his chest with his other hand high on her waist. Dancing with her like a father would. Ronnie laughed, her head thrown back, as she placed her hand on his shoulder. They swivled to the music this way and that, Jimmy singing off-key to the lyrics as he moved their joined hands wildly up and down.

Ronnie tried to concentrate on her footing in the midst of her uncontrollable laughter, tears blurring her vision and ribs aching. She choked out an apology when she finally did step on Jimmy’s foot.

Then, as she glanced up at Jimmy’s singing face, she spotted at the bar’s entrance a very familiar head of blonde hair.

Oh no. Not him.

April, 2016 — TOPGUN graduation ceremony was in a few hours and Ronnie was still laying in bed.

Lieutenant Jake “Hangman” Seresin beside her.

Her sleep was always more peaceful when he laid in bed with her — but now she stirred as a knee was slotted between her legs and a warm mouth pressed against the side of her neck. She really didn’t want to wake up just yet. Her shift last night had been long, and of course Jake snuck into her apartment for one last night together before he shipped out. She was tired, and she really didn’t want to go to this ceremony.

“Baby, you gotta wake up,” Jake muttered against her jaw, Texan accent coming through more heavily after just waking up.

“Hmm, don’t wanna,” she grumbled.

He planted a kiss at the corner of her mouth. “Why not?”

“Cause I don’t want this to end yet.”

Ronnie’s eyes snapped open at the implication that her half-asleep mind provided. Now fully awake, she could see Jake laying on top of her. His usually finely placed blonde locks were sticking up all over the place, his blue eyes soft but ever calculating at that early hour. He was looking down at her with one of his grins — but it was one that she couldn’t read. Somewhere inbetween rueful and pitying.

She didn’t know which was worse.

Jake dropped his head into her collarbone for a moment, immediately picking it back up to square her with a look. “Ronnie, we talked about this.”

“I know. I know.” She pushed at his chest to make him get off of her. “Just a…TOPGUN fling.”

Now more than ever she just wanted to crawl back under the sheets and go to sleep — maybe even disappear forever if she could. But she needed to occupy herself with something. Make busy with her hands to keep her mind away from the sadness that was encrouching on her now. So she got up out of bed and began rifling through her closet for a suitable dress to wear to the ceremony. She looked down at her watch, still strapped to her wrist from the day before. Shit. Not much time. Bradley would kill her if she was late.

“Just a little fun,” Jake said from his spot on the bed as he pulled on his jeans from last night.

“Yeah,” she replied.

She pulled out the red dress. It was classy — and she knew Jake liked it. Turning with the dress in hand, she hung it over the bathroom door, smoothing out the wrinkles.

Jake’s large hand encompassed her wrist as he turned her to face him. He still wasn’t wearing a shirt — just in his blue jeans and boots, looking like something off of a romance novel cover. Ronnie gulped when he tugged her in closer. She didn’t want to get closer. She never wanted to leave him.

“You did have fun didn’t you?” he asked.

“Y-Yeah.”

“Good. That’s all that matters.”

Oh, but that was part of the problem. She did have fun with Jake Seresin. And in the beginning maybe she saw it that way too. Just a hookup that she kept going back to because he was fun and dangerous and she had so little self-control. But everything changed when it dawned on them that their time together was coming to a close — when Jake only had four weeks of training left. In the end, he had a a drawer of stuff at her apartment, he kissed her hello and goodbye and shutup and I’m happy and please and thank you — in those last four weeks he revealed more of himself to her than he had in the year their “fling” had been going on.

Jake Seresin was a man made of walls, but Ronnie was an excellent climber — until he put up the barbed wire and shut her out completely.

He left without a spoken goodbye, a kiss, or even a last glance in her direction. Whatever they had together was done, finished. And he didn’t seem broken up about it at all. In fact he seemed happy. She could hear him whistling as he got into his car.

Ronnie got ready for the ceremony with tears streaming down her face.

The song ended as Jake finally noticed her from across the bar. She tried to keep up appearances, smiling as she and Jimmy bowed to the table who had encouraged their dance. But as soon as it was over she picked up her tray and high tailed it towards the bar.

“Shit, shit, shit — Penny!” Ronnie hissed as she deposited the tray of glasses on the counter.

“Ron, take those to the kitchen, I think the flyboys just showed up.” Penny was barely paying attention to her as she prepared someone elses drink.

“I know! That’s the problem!”

Penny finally looked up from her task, taking a quick glance over to where the boys in uniform now sauntered through the back of the bar — scoping things out. One of them, a blonde, clearly on a mission to get to the bar while the other headed towards the pool table. The older woman looked back to Ronnie with a questioning lift of her brow.

“It’s Jake,” Ronnie explained quickly, trying to be as quiet as possible despite the din of the crowd.

“Jake? Like your ex, Jake?”

Can I even call him that? Who cares. “Yes. I don’t know — “

Penny’s eyes quickly widened as she slightly shook her head then muttered, “Too late for that, honey.”

Ronnie turned her head, only to see Jake sidling up to her with a smile on his face. He looked…damn. She had to admit that he looked good. Skin tanned golden, hair neatly cropped and gelled into place. He wore his service khakis well, aviators tucked into the collar. He looked nearly the same as the last time she saw him. Only he was bulkier now, less lean than the freshly graduated pilot that left Marimar four years ago. The broad shoulders and chest suited him though.

She snapped her head to attention once more with a furrowed brow. Get it together, Ronnie.

“Hey, Ronnie — didn’t expect to see you here.”

He sounded confident, amused even. When she glanced over at him, she could see that he was leaned against the bartop with one elbow, a smile stretching his lips.

No, no — she wasn’t about to go down that easy.

“My name’s right beside the front door. Don’t know how I can make my presence more clear, Hangman,” she replied, lifting her half-full tray once more.

As she turned, she caught a glimpse of his face. He looked like she had just hit him. Good, she thought. Before, they had always been on a first name bases. She liked calling him by his first name, his real name. One that didn’t remind her every time she said it that he was going to leave her high and dry one day. She needed that reminder now. No matter how much it appeared to hurt him.

His smile twitched back to life after only a moment of vulnerability.

“Why’s your name on the place?” he asked as he followed after her, hands stuffed casually into his pants pockets.

Ronnie set down her tray at the nearest table and began collecting empty glasses. She didn’t look up at him as she spoke. “Cause I own the place now. Well, technically co-own.”

“Damn, Ronnie.” Jake dropped his elbows onto the back of the chair in front of him. “You bought this place? It was a real dump last time I was here.”

Yeah, she remembered. When there were no mugs or model planes hanging from the ceiling. When the place was dimly lit and perpetually filthy. When there was no juke box, no pool table, and no piano. When it was called the I Bar instead of The Hard Deck. When Jake would stop by at the end of her shifts, the place empty and quiet, and he would dance with her nice and slow to nothing at all.

“I know,” she said, before nodding her head over at Penny. “Went in with my partner over there three years ago. Fixed the place up.”

“Well, ya did good, Ronnie.”

She placed the last glass then finally looked up at him. He was still smiling, but all the smugness had been sapped out of it. It was genuine — something gentle about the way he looked at her now. And maybe something else. Maybe something closer to regret, to longing. It was a look that took her by surprise.

It had been four years since she saw him last. Hadn’t even dared to look him up online in fear of breaking down all over again. People changed. People like Jake could change. He may have left her hanging all those years ago, but what was done was done. There were some things that she could never forgive, some hurts just too deep for her to heal, but she couldn’t really blame Jake for her heartache. They told each other, from the very beginning, that there were no feelings involved. Just a bit of fun. She couldn’t stay mad at him for keeping to his word.

“Thanks, Hangman.” A smile tugged at her lips as she hoisted the now full tray onto her shoulder. “So — what’re you doing back on the North Island?”

Jake grinned wide, pleased. “Now that’s classified, darlin’.”

“Don’t call me that,” she laughed, walking past him on her way to the kitchen.

“What darlin? I call everybody that!” he defended.

“I don’t believe that for a second.”

She walked into the small bar kitchen, smiling apologetically to Jay on dish as she dropped off her tray and picked up an empty one. Jake was waiting for her when she came back out. Leaned against the wall, watching the people with that same calculated yet relaxed look on his face. It reminded her of all those times when he would catch her coming out of the back room and immediately push her back inside because he needed to kiss her right then and there. When he looked back over at her, he grinned — soft and sweet. Blue eyes crinkled at the corners as he studied her.

Jesus, Ronnie, get it together.

The bell above the bar rang loud and clear. Jake looked at the bar then over to Ronnie with a look of confusion on his face. She laughed.

“Someone just disrespected a woman, the Navy, or left their phone on the bar top,” she explained, turning towards the commotion herself. “Now they owe the entire bar a round on them.”

“Oh, shit, seriously?”

“Then if they can’t pay — they get tossed out onto the beach.”

“You guys are ruthless.”

“Yeah, well, it’s fun though isn’t it?”

Popped up on her tiptoes, she spotted who the poor sucker was. And her heart sank. He sat there smiling with Penny, looking the same as always.

She tried calling after he pulled Bradley’s papers. But he didn’t answer. She knew that Bradley was mad at him, furious even. To the point where he never wanted to see him again. And she really couldn’t blame him. His career was set back four years now and there was no way he could get that time back.

But that didn’t mean Ronnie never wanted to see him again too.

Maverick responded to her texts in the direct aftermath of the incident. She asked when they could get together now that Bradley was gone. She missed him — she missed everyone. He said he was busy right now. Maybe later in the month.

Then his response times became longer and longer — always with an apology, always with a promise to do better and they could see each other soon.

Until one day he just stopped replying. Stopped answering her calls.

Eventually, Ronnie gave up.

And it felt like losing her father all over again.

Maverick looked over in her direction and Ronnie was quick to cover her face with the black tray, turning towards Jake with a pained expression.

“Oh, what’s this Ronnie?” Jake picked himself off the wall with a teasing smirk. “Another one of your exes walk into the bar?”

She didn’t say anything — couldn’t say anything. Why was he here? Why did it feel like her heart was cracking in half all over again? Why did she feel this sudden, acute grief? Her legs burned to just run. Run anywhere. No, she was stronger than that. She wasn’t going anywhere. If anyone was going to leave, Maverick was going to. He’s the one who left. He’s the one who abandoned her. He’s the one who made promises he couldn’t keep. A shaking breath slipped past her lips as she opened her eyes.

Jake put a large, comforting hand on her shoulder. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah…I’m good.” Ronnie wiped at her face as she lowered the tray. “You should go drink with your friends. Have a good time.”

With that, she walked away. Shoulders bunched up around her ears to hide as much of herself as possible as she continued to work.

Jake stared after her for a moment, watched her work with tense shoulders and head constantly flicking over to the bar like she was on watch. She had changed since the last time he saw her — she seemed happier now, more free. Her once long brown hair was now cropped at her shoulders, bangs covering her forehead where he knew a skateboarding accident scar lived. He knew as soon as he walked out of her apartment four years ago that he had made a mistake. But back then, and even now, he couldn’t admit that he was wrong. So he sighed and walked up to the bar, ordering a few drinks for the pilots that were now grouped around the pool table.

Ronnie made the rounds around the bar, talking with customers as she collected their empty glasses, until she made it to the booths closest to the entrance. The place was packed. At this point, The Hard Deck was standing room only. And it made Ronnie smile despite the horror and awkwardness that filled her anytime she looked over at the bar.

Jake was right, she did do good with herself.

The chime above the front door sprang to life, signally that someone had just walked in. Ronnie turned, intent on welcoming them to the bar with a smile.

But her smile dropped along with her stomach as soon as she saw who it was.

No, no, no. Not him. Not him.

Hawaiian shirt. Sunglasses. Mustache. It was him alright.

Ronnie felt suddenly too cold and too hot all at the same time. She quickly scooped up her tray and headed for the bar. Hoping and praying that he didn’t see her as they both tried to weave through the crowd of people. Once she finally arrived, she slammed her tray down on the bar top with a rattle of glasses and an urgency reserved for housefires. She could see him, he had made it across the room easily enough. Now catching with the other pilots with his back turned to her. Good. He hadn’t seen her yet.

She never wanted him to.

Ronnie didn’t even notice that Penny was staring at her, and when she did she jumped.

“You okay, Ron?” Penny asked with concern creasing her brows.

“Uh, hey Penny, I’m gonna take a — a fifteen…or forty-five.” She tried to keep her eyes locked on the wood grain of the bar top, but failed when she glanced up and caught eyes with Maverick sitting across the way. He was slack-jawed, still reaching into his wallet to try and pay for all of the drinks. Ronnie tightened her jaw as she gritted out, “We’ll see how it goes.”

She didn’t wait to hear Penny’s reply. Couldn’t wait for it. She knew it would be sweet, and kind — but full of questions that Ronnie didn’t have the heart to answer a the moment. Instead, she turned from the bar and marched through the back doors to the beach without a second glance at anyone or anything.

Maverick watched her go with his mouth still hanging open. He pointed over his shoulder as he asked Penny, “Is that Ron — ?”

“Yes, it is.” Penny smiled as she cleaned a glass. “But I don’t think she wants to see you right now, Pete.”

“Shit. I haven’t seen her since…Since she was nineteen,” he said, trying to procrastinate the inevitable fact that he did not have enough money to pay for all those drinks everyone just ordered.

“Oh? Why’s that?”

Maverick chuckled. “Long story.”

Out on the beach, it was still pretty bright outside despite the hour. The white shores of sand glistening, the waves roaring as they rolled gently with the tides. Yet despite this calm atmosphere, Ronnie felt frantic as she walked towards the water. She didn’t care if she got sand in her shoes. She always preferred to be barefoot anyway. Her chest heaved as she dropped down into the sand, the line where the ocean met land just beyond her toes — threatening to overtake her.

Brown eyes locked on that line where the sky meets the sea, her vision blurred with tears. Red hot and consricting her throat. But she refused to sob, to whimper, to gasp for air. She was a Bradshaw. She was tough. She could get through this. She could get through see him again.

Her hands fisted the sand, the grains slipping through the gaps in her fingers as she dug into it — still warm. She closed her eyes, the first of her tears finally slipping down her cheeks, before she fell back into the gentle slope of the beach.

When she opened her eyes again, she was staring up at the sky, watching as the stars blinked into existence.

“Look, Ronnie, we’re both adults now. You can’t just follow me wherever I go!”

She squeezed her eyes shut. Trying to block it all out.

“Get a life!”

Her fingers dug into the sand farther, harder. Maybe she was trying to bury herself — maybe she was trying to bury the memories.

“God, all my life, Ronnie you have been slowing me down — you have been my responsibility — can’t you just let me have this one goddamn thing?”

Ronnie left The Hard Deck nearly ten minutes ago. Maverick had just been tossed out by two of the flyboys. Penny laughed about that — a little good-hearted revenge for all the times he left her when they were younger. But now, she was starting to get worried about her business partner and friend. In the light from the bar’s porch, she could just barely make out a dark silhouette laying on the beach by the water.

With a resigned sigh, Penny began to move from back behind the bar to go check on her. But then she saw that blond pilot Ronnie had been talking with earlier, Jake, go out the back door with two beers in hand. Maybe she would just wait and see how this played out.

She still laid in the sand, hands buried up to her forearms, face dried of tears as she stared up at the darkening sky. But her view was suddenly blocked by a khaki service dress uniform and a smirking face looking down at her.

“You okay?” Jake asked with a chuckle. “I brought you a drink.”

Jake shook one of the brown bottles he was holding at her. Ronnie sat up, dragging her hands up and out of the sand. She brushed them off on her shirt before taking the offered beer.

“Thanks,” she muttered before taking a swig. “But I’m really not in the mood for one of your brash attempts at getting my pants, Hangman. We’re way past that.”

“Oh, come on, Ronnie — “ Jake grunted as he sat down beside her. “I’m just trying to be nice here. I…I never knew you to run away from anything. But you ran out of that bar like it was on fire as soon as Rooster showed up.”

He didn’t ask a question. But she knew it hung between them like a giant neon sign. Why?

She took another sip of her drink. “I just…I haven’t seen him in a long time. Same as you.”

Though she was completely lost in her brother’s sudden reappearance, part of Ronnie still questioned why Jake was even out here in the first place. Why he was comforting her. Why he remembered that she was usually fearless. She knew the answer but didn’t want to acknowledge it.

“Hm, and judging by your reaction he left on not so great of terms.”

“Honestly, it was somehow worse than when you…Left.” Ronnie glanced over at him for the first time and coughed awkwardly, watching as Jake’s jaw ticked. “It was right after your guys’s graduation ceremony, actually.”

Jake looked at her with raised brows. “Shit.”

“Yeah. God, I was so stupid to think you guys wouldn’t come back here.”

“So you weren’t excited to see me after all this time? Now that stings.” Jake pressed a hand dramatically to his chest.

“Jesus Christ, Hangman.” Ronnie got up from the sands, dusting herself off, with no real destination in mind. “You never were good at the serious stuff.”

She turned to leave. But as soon as she did she knew she didn’t want to go back inside the bar. She could hear the loud banging of the piano and the crowd roaring along to the song.

Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!

She remembered Rooster singing that song to her. Playing it on any piano they could find. Hearing it now, it was like a knife was sunk into her chest. Then she spotted Maverick standing just outside the window looking into the bar, and the knife twisted.

Jake scrambled up from the ground. “Shit — wait — sorry! I’m sorry! I’m…Trying to be better.”

“Since when did Lieutenant Jake Hangman Seresin, the pilot with the only confirmed air combat kill this century, think he wasn’t already the best at something?” she teased when she turned back to face him.

Jake smiled, small and genuine yet somehow still full of arrogance as he questioned, “You heard about the combat kill?”

Ronnie blushed, having not realized that she gave herself away. She lived next to a Naval airbase, it was hard not to hear other aviators talk in the bar about the only confirmed kill since the 80s. They talked about it at the bar for weeks. Jake became a celebrity overnight and she just knew that all of it was going straight to his head. But some part of her was also proud of him for what he was able to accomplish.

What he was able to accomplish without her weighing him down.

“Yeah, I heard about it.”

“Look — uh — let me prove it to you. That I’ve changed.”

Ronnie laughed. “Why do you need to prove that to me, Hangman?”

“I just need to, okay?” he chuckled, head tilted towards the ground, clearly hiding or fighting with something.

Ronnie wasn’t entirely sure what. But she didn’t see the harm in letting him prove…Whatever he was trying to prove to her. She knew how much he needed that. To show people that he was strong, better, intelligent, brave. He needed people to know those things about him and he was willing to do anything to do it — even be a real asshole if it meant people knew he wasn’t scared to beat them. And she could see, the more she held onto her reply, the more his facade was crumbling. His smile twitched in its effort to stay up and cocky. Those blue eyes bore into her with a type of pleading that confused her.

“Fine, fine.” She relented with a roll of her eyes, just as her phone vibrated in her pocket. “Tomorrow night, when the training I’m assuming you’re doing is done — night surfing. Prove to me you’re a better man, or whatever.”

“Oh, the best, darlin’.”

Jake went back inside the bar as Ronnie read the text she had received. Penny was the best, telling her that she could head home early and that her stuff had been set out on the back porch. Ronnie thanked Penny and whatever was up there in the heavens as she went to collect her things.

But as she adjusted her bag and picked up her longboard, she lifted her head to see Rooster standing on the other side of the glass. His sunglasses perched low on his nose, Hawaiian shirt hanging loose and sweaty. He was holding a vodka tonic, his usual. But his eyes, his eyes looked wide and mortified at the sight of her.

Ronnie was quick to bolt around to the other side of the building, and begin her skate home.

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itsthestutterforme · 1 year

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Trip to the Bahamas (Jake Seresin x black!reader)

Prompt credit @prompts-in-a-barrel : “Please send help” “Babysitting not as easy as you thought.” “They’re so small. Anything could kill them. I’ve never been more stressed in my entire life.”

Summary: Jake is babysitting his niece while his sister is in the Bahamas, and he is severely inexperienced. So he makes a call.

Notes: GIF is not mine, mistakes are my own, flufffff

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A blaring ring jolted you from your sleep, a scowl making its way onto your face as you searched the room for the culprit. “Y/N, help me!” Jake screams from the small screen of your Alexa. “How did you drop in on me, Jake? I could of had a guy over or something,”

“Yeah right,” he retorts. “You know what? Bye, I’m going back to sleep.” “Wait, wait, I need help.” You heard a distressed baby crying in the background. “Jake, why do you have a child?” “My sister is in vacationing in the Bahamas and dumped her eight month old on me. That’s why I haven’t been texting you back. I don’t know how she does it. I just want to sleep,” he whines.

“How long have you been babysitting?” “Two days,” “Wow. I’m surprised you survived that long,” “Wise ass,” the baby wails even louder and you cringed at the incessant sound. “Please send help,”

“Babysitting not as easy as you thought, huh?”you taunt. “They’re so small. Anything could kill them. I’ve never been more stressed in my entire life.” he says, practically on the verge of tears.

“Okay, okay. I’m on the way.” You groan, putting on your slippers. “Thank you,” he says in relief before hanging up. You reached for your keys and your phone, leaving your apartment in your bonnet, your 2x t-shirt and loose shorts. You looked down at your phone, groaning ever louder when it read 2:47 a.m.

“Jake, I’m going to kill you.” You say as you stepped into the elevator. You drove to Jake’s house in twenty minutes time. You lifted your hand to knock on the door but the door flew open before you had the chance.

This was the most disheveled you’ve ever seen Jake. His dirty blonde hair fluffed out, a few strands tucked to the side. He had dark circles under his eyes and even some peach fuzz growing in. He had god-knows-what stuck to his shirt. He made it his mission to keep up an arrogant, perfectly Texan performance so no one can see how much of a sap he really is.

And because of that, it made it really easy to hate Hangman. That was until you caught him crying in his car outside the liquor store rambling on about not feeling worthy of love and for the first time ever, you could relate to him. And you felt something besides hate for Jake Seresin.

Since you took him back to your place and talked with him until he fell asleep, you nurse his hangover the next day, he’s never left your side.

He gripped your hand and yanked you inside. “I don’t know how to make her stop crying,” he runs a hand over his face anxiously. You took a look around his house to see toys everywhere, dishes scattered throughout the kitchen and living room. Clothes draped over the floor from his room to the living room too.

“Jesus, Seresin, it looks like the Grinch threw up in here.” He sighs and drops his head in defeat. “Hey, just relax and take a deep breath. I got this.” You patted his back for a moment before approaching the wailing child, her face red in distress.

You took off her shirt and pants to check for any scratches or cuts. Nothing seems to be hurting her and there’s no wheezing indicating that something was in her airway. Her diaper is changed. Everything seems fine.

“When was the last time she was fed?” You asked him, picking the baby up and placed her on your chest. Her little baby arms began squeezing at your boobs, her cry faltering a bit. You quietly shushed her while you used your arms to rock her. “She refused the bottle all day. Barely drank anything.”

“Okay, I’ll go make a fresh bottle then.” You made your way over to the kitchen, shifting her from your chest to your hip. Her head remained resting on one of your boobs. You spied a binkie on the counter and rinsed it off before offering it to her. You smiled when she gently took the binkie from you and put it in her mouth.

Jake was flabbergasted by the scene in front of him. This was the first time he’s heard silence since his sister swung by. He took a much needed deep breath.

“Good job,” you told her and she quietly whined when she saw the bottle. “I know but I need to make you a new one, okay?” She began to cry again but not as loudly as earlier. You dumped the bottle in the sink and rinsed out the remaining formula before making a new one.

You continued to shush her while you waited for the bottle to warm up a little in the microwave. Once you took it out, she spit out the binkie and took the bottle into her hands to drink. You caught the binkie before it hit the ground and set it back on the counter.

“How did you do that? I thought you hated kids.” Jake questioned, raising a brow. “Oh I do. I still think they’re little goblins, but they’ve always tend to like me ever since I was in high school because I had large boobs. Boobs are comforting to them.” You said with a shrug, giving your hip the occasional bounce.

He neared you, watching as his niece drank down the 12 ounce bottle like it was nothing. And sure enough, she was drinking the bottle but still rested her head on your boobs. “Huh. And you haven’t babysat before, I’m assuming?” “Nope, never did. It just came naturally I guess.” “What’s her name by the way?” You added. “Grace,” “Grace Seresin, hm? Let’s hope you don’t turn out like your uncle,” you teased.

“Thank you,” he said with a sigh. “Go take your shower. I’ll do some tidying,” you gave him a nudge and he made his way over to his bathroom, stepping on a Lego on the way there. “Ah shit,” he groans, making you chuckle. Grace looks up at you with amusement on her face, her eyes matching Jake’s shade of green.

“You want another bottle?” You ask and she gave you a swift nod. “Okay,” you scavenged the diaper bag for a six ounce bottle to make for her. When she was drinking that down, you tried to put her down on the couch so you could clean up a bit. She whined as soon as you put her down and extended her arms over her head.

“Just as clingy as your uncle, I see.” You said before picking her back up and balancing her to your other hip. By the time Jake finished showering and shaving his peach fuzz, the dishes were piled in the sink instead of all over the house, his clothes were in the laundry hamper and you used another laundry basket to put all of the toys in.

It even looks like you swept too. Women are superheroes, Jake thinks to himself. A tired smile makes it’s way to his face when he sees you sleeping, sitting down with Grace sleeping soundly on your chest, her head buried into your neck. He pulled the blanket off the couch and draped it over your lap.

He grabbed two pillows and an extra blanket from his room. He lifted your head to cushion it with the pillow. He settled into the space next to you, laying another pillow on your lap. He gathered the blanket around his body and laid his head on the pillow in your lap. The smell of your vanilla body oil you put on before bed lulls him to sleep.

Who would have thought that one person would change an entire situation from chaos to peace? Who would have thought that person would be you?

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oooooh fav lyrics??? fuck thats hard. i will not explain why because i want to seem somewhat cool still and not like a total fucking nerd (despite having incredibly in depth reasonings)

The 1975 - ok this is Album has some interesting lyrics because its before he had it all figured out and i fucking love it for that, theres so many fucking contenders for fav lyrics (including all of anobrain, antichrist or The city) the entire abum is just so mmmmm. but if i had to pick an absolute fav id say

"I put your mother through hell, don't you mind I hate your brother as well, don't you mind, don't you mind Oh I was thinking bout killing myself, don't you mind I love you, don't you mind, don't you mind"

and i know i know its a verse but it isnt complete otherwise. Plus i have it tattooed on me so i feel like i had to.

I Like it when you sleep for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it - once again mmm chefs kiss of an album no skips (theyve never made a bad album) and lyricaly very beautiful, i could absolutely nerd out about all of their catalogue tbh. but for this i am excluding Nana and She lays down because theyre...just perfect, and also i sob.

so it would have to be

"And if I believe you Will that make it stop? If I told you I need you Is that what you want?"

"Before you go (please don't go), turn the big light off"

its really easy and tempting to put ballad on here but i think thats because his performance style for it is so visceral and while lyrically its beautiful still i cant imagine myself enjoying them if they were sung by someone else because they need the guts behind it ya know.

A brief enquiry into online relationships - delicious as always matthew thank you this day for our daily bread.

so its either

"I can show you the photographs of you getting on with life I've had dreams where there's blood on you" thank you for referencing the bible matthew very cool.

"You build it to a high to say goodbye Because you're not the same as them" because it is like a fucking gut punch

notes on a conditional form - seasoned to perfection. difficult because Guys is on this album and its so sweet but i dont think its my fav lyrically, for no particular reason. same for roadkill although "i pissed myself on a texan intersection" always has a place in my heart.

"I'm in love, but I'm feeling low For I am just a footprint in the snow" did you need to fucking wreck me or is that just for funsies huh?

"Don't wanna bore you with my frail state of mind "Oh, winner, winner, that's your biggest lie I'm sure that you're fine" I haven't told a lie in quite some time (Quite some time) "You know we'll leave if you keep lying Don't lie behind your (Frail state of mind)"

Being funny in a foreign language - i take 0 slander for this album because its just as brilliant as the others. so first all of part of the band is fucking art and so im excluding it because it should be all of our favs.

"I've been suicidal, you've been gone for weeks If I'm undecided, will you decide for me?W

and

"'Cause, baby, I'll do anything that you wanna I'll try anything that you wanna I'll find myself in the moonlight 'Cause, baby, I want everything that you wanna And I've tried to just be me, like, a thousand times But you're on my mind"

sorry its so long and i couldnt pick just 1 (not a libra but still indecisive) in order to remain seeming somewhat cool and not a total nerd ive refrained from explaining each choice but yeah.

Welllllll……did you HAVE to bring up “Me” AND “Frail State of Mind”?!? Are you trying to make me cry? Cuz it’s almost working.

It’s weird I’ve always kinda thought of Oh Caroline as some of his simpler writing. Not in a bad way. Like “Me” is simple as well. Simplicity has its time and its place and can be wonderful. And it IS wonderful in Oh Caroline. But I’m a layers girlie, so maybe I haven’t been giving this one much attention *runs to listen to it*

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The morning bled into the afternoon, and Dell had yet to leave the motel that day.

(This is so long holy fuck JDJDJW)

His body cramped from remaining mostly inactive, his stomach grumbling, demanding food after Dell had emptied what little he had in his stomach into the toilet bowl that morning.

A part of him wanted to waste away, stay there forever and just disappear. To not face the what the world threw at him. The motel room was his small bubble he wasn’t willing to pop.

Dell knew he couldn’t though. He’d be letting down the few that still cared for him. That, and he made Jane a promise.

So the old mercenary rose from the bed, grunting in pain as his body responded stiffly. He swung his legs off to the side of the bed and rubbed his face with his only hand, peering at the clock on the nightstand through his fingers.

2:14 pm.

Well, better late than never.

He stood and groaned as his joints popped, and he shuffled to the restroom, flicking on the switch, the light flickering to life overhead. Dell gripped the side of the sink with his hand and let out a sigh, bracing himself as he looked at his reflection. He winced at the sight of himself.

He had deep, dark eye bags, eyes bloodshot, his robotic eye glowing dimly. His skin was a shade paler than normal, making his freckles more prominent. In his face alone he could tell he had lost a few pounds from the lack of eating, and his skin was dry from dehydration.

Dell Conagher, what in the hell have you been doing to yourself?

The man just hung his head and sighed, deciding he’d be wearing his goggles and a baseball cap he had stowed away in his truck to hopefully hide his apparent miserable appearance. He side glanced at the shower, cogs turning in his head as he formulated a feeble plan. Shower, put some clean clothes on, and see what food this small town provided….

———

The Texan admittedly felt better with some food in his system as he moseyed on down the sidewalk of the mildly active town. A quick bite to eat at the local diner; coffee and a plate of eggs, bacon, and a bowl of fruit put Dell in a better mood. Still, not enough to return to base, to the people who he made more miserable with his return.

They’ll be fine without me for a few days. Probably won’t even realize ah’m gone.

It wasn’t long before Dell found himself stopped in front of a building, his train of spiraling thoughts interrupted as he stared at the white, chipped paint sign that swung slightly in the cool breeze.

Houston’s Pet Sanctuary

Dell stood there for a bit longer before heading inside.

A bell chimed softly as he entered, and the surprising smell of honey filled his nose. He took in a breath and sighed as he looked around, examining the small store.

It had small shelves of different types of pet supplies for all sorts of animals, organized neatly in categories; Exotic, HouseHold, Livestock, and so on.

Different types of enclosures were also displayed around the store with different kinds of animals. In the store’s window were chicks and ducklings for display to passerby’s. Against one of the shop’s walls was a collection of fish tanks, each tank holding multiple kinds of fish. On the left of Dell were small cubbies, housing a few cats, kittens even.

Dell couldn’t help but observe the cats, a few returning his gaze in observation, curious at the stranger that just entered their home. As Dell stepped closer, he realized one kitten was separated from the others in its own cubby, seeming asleep. He peered at them, pondering why they were separated when he nearly jumped out of his skin as a voice cheerfully addressed him.

“Well hey there, stranger! What can I do for ya today?” A younger woman, seemingly the shopkeeper, asked with a genuinely enthusiastic smile on her face. She looked to be about in her mid 20s, brown curly hair with a simple long sleeved button up, boots overlapping her jeans.

Dell regained his composure and took a moment, quickly gathering his thoughts. Usually he found talking to strangers easy, his southern hospitality to thank for that. But in recent events, like everything else, he struggled to mimic the woman’s enthusiasm.

“Oh, er, not exactly sure. Jus’ window shoppin’.” He forced out with a small grin, motioning towards the cats. “Ah used ta have cats so ah couldn’t help but look at these fellers.”

The woman nodded, seemingly to either not notice or politely ignore Dell’s struggle. “Of course! Our cats here are always lookin’ to meet their forever home! A few of these here were just rescued as strays, but with a quick bath and food in their tummies, they are as affectionate as ever!” She explained, pointing at a few of the cats as she talked. She then pointed to the kitten Dell was observing, her smile softening a bit more.

“This one here was one of those strays. It unfortunately had its front right leg mangled, the poor thang, so we had to amputate it. But the surgery was a success, and they’ve mostly healed up nicely!” The woman then seems to observe Dell himself. “With all do respect, they’re sort of like you, mister. I’m not a huge believer of fate, but even I think that’s more of a coincidence.” She chimed, and Dell looked at her in surprise, his right arm twitching slightly. With his hoodie sleeve folded neatly over his stump, it was obvious he was also lacking a part of his arm.

Dell nearly shook his head, not wanting to even think about encouraging the thought of adopting a kitten, especially now…but he hesitated, turning his gaze back to the kitten.

The feline had awoken from the noise of the conversation and yawned, their large green eyes trained on Dell. It seemed to be around 4 weeks old, it’s white fur speckled with patched of black and orange. A healing surgery scar was seen over the place where its right arm used to be, clean and healthy looking.

‘No, ah can’t take care of a cat right now, not with all this crap goin’ on right now…but it isn’t like animals aren’t allowed on base…plus it’d be nice to have some company…’

The kitten blinked and waddled up to the glass of the cubby, nose twitching. It then licked its nose and let out a soft mew, and Dell felt his heart melt.

He made up his mind right then and there.

———

“You’re jus’ trouble, ya know that?” The man chuckled as he sat on a bench under the shade of a tree, doing his best to keep the kitten in his lap and from skittering off to God knows where. Dell jingled a cat toy above the kitten’s head an the kitten bapped it, suddenly fixated on the thing. He laughed warmly, a grin soft on his face, chest light for once.

Even though Dell knew the feeling was temporary, and he may regret adopting the kitten in the future, he was happy in the moment, the feline was having a time of their life, and that’s all that mattered.

#THIS IS SO LONG BUT I LOVE WRITING IT HEHE #Dell deserves a cat he needs it so bad NDJFJA #emotional support kitten <3 #with this written Dell is open to being interacted with those who seek him hehe #mostly Spy or Jane uvu #also also need named for cat #its a girl!#prob will draw Dell with el gato soon hehe #emotionally xyz mercs #emotionally enervated conagher #coffeetalks #an old debt

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TLOU ep6 | I did not fix these up at all, so have fun reading any and all misspellings and parts where it looks like my brain is melting (it was)

FIDHEOFHSKDVim so excited

he’s so pretty

“What did I just say?” grumpy lil dad with his disobeying daughter

Joel’s having ptsd :( cant wait to get more of this throughout the episode :) not.

he really thinks he lost the last of his blood

this feels very reminiscent of when he gets injured. Later this episode??

(Light guitar playing) my love <3

“Don’t start” 😭

THE RABBIT CONVERSATJON. they rlly are bonding

the tape over his foot :( just like Tess

COME DOWN FEOM THERE YOURE GONNA BRRAK TOUR NECK

YEAHHHH HES GIVING HER SOME. HES GOT A LIL SMILEEEE

“Okay?” 😭

OH ITS WE ?? :((

an old farmhouse some land :(( just like tlou2

SHEEP THEURE QUIET DO WHAT THEYRE TOLD. sooo tlou2 coded

them acting like they’re going their separate ways 🤣🤣🤣

ASTRONAUT. he could just tell :(

I love this little campfire with them

ILL DO BOTH WATCHES GET SOME SLEEP DREAM OF SHEEP RANCHES ON THE MOON

IS HE SAYINF ITS SHPPOSED TO BE ME OH MY FUCODHENDHDJEDH

IM RESPONSIBLE FOR YOU OKAY

LIKE YOU TAUGHT ME TO

aw it’s like the same when he took the beretta from her in ep4 THE SHOT IS SO SIMILAR WITH HIS HAND OUT BUT ITS NOT AS ANGRY THIS TIME

the glances :(

wake me up next time <3

NOT HER TRYING TO WISTLE 😭😭

TALENTTTT

they’re just so so tiny.

and to know she has to hunt to keep him alive next episode

THEYRE DOIJF THR HYDROELECTRIC PLANT??? WAIT???

“Don’t ask me I don’t have a clue” YOU COULDBE MADE SOMETHING UP I WOULDBE BELIEVED YOU

THERE THEY AREEEEEE

him grabbing her wrist <333333333

YOULL BE OKAY MY GOGHDJDGD I LOVE REASSURANCES

oh look a puppo

oh no he’s gonna smell it

JOELS OANICKING????

oh good we’re good okay we’re good

oh wow the outside wall looks so good

Oh man jackson looks so so so good

gosh this is so great

HER LOOKING BACK AT JOEL CAUSE SHES SMILING

TOMMYYYYYYYY

OH LOOK AT JOELS FACE

TOMMYS LAUGH

look at Ellie :(( she’s never seen him so happy or hug someone

HIS SMILR MY FODHEKFHEKDV LOOK AT HIM SMILE LOOK AR MY SWEET LITTTLR BLORBO

JOEL APOLOGZING FOR ELLIE. LETS MIND OUR MANNERS

“WHATS WRONG WITH YOU” 😭😭

“Ellie!” He’s so frustarted 😭😭

sometimes he sounds like such a texan it’s hilarious

JOEL SAY CONGRATS. CONGRATS.

seven years ago wow

CAN YOU TEACH ME HOW NO HE CANT

SHEEEEEEP

oh so they have a council

300 people? Wow

SO UH COMMUNISM

SHIMMER NO WAY NO WAY

EMPTY HOUSE ACROSS THE STREET

“We’ve been doing fine”

“Joel” “you’ll be fine” much like the game in the hydroelectric plant

“You on the other hand”

BACON PSHOOO

so how’s Tess :( SHES FINE. ALRIGHT.

ANS THE KID?? OH YEAH. AHES THE DAUGHTER OF SOME FIREFLY MUCKETY MUCK.

U OF EC

weeks ride south ok

it’ll be easy for us

WHAT CAUSE TOUR WIFI WONT LET YOU. SHE KEPT HIM OFF THE RADIO??

am I the wrong people :(

and I don’t judge you for it. We survived the only way we knew how. But there were other ways we just didn’t know how

IM GONNA BE A FATHERS. A FEW MONTHS ALONG. WRITE ON THIS?!

Fuck

I FEEL LIKE ID BE A GOOD DAD

GUESS WELL FIND OUT

JUST BECAUSE LIFE STOPPED FOR YOU. SARAH BEINF LIFE. WRITE ON THISSSSS

yeah this is Christmas time isn’t it cause it’s September.when they met?? oooh he must be reminded so much of old Christmas with Sarah

oh not the little girls. HE PROBABLT BENT DOWN AND HUGGED SARAH JUSF LIKE THAT

unless they’re pulling the whole Alyssa card??

A NOTE WITH IM ACTOSS THE STREET 😭😭

THEY HAVE RANCH ARGUMENT IN HERE?????

even her sweater is similar to ranch argument wow

their house is blue how cute

OH WOW A BOARD FOR SARAH?? Ans kevin??

“World class salons” 😭

AWWW SHE GETTING A HAIRCUT

“I put bad guys in jail”

FUCK SHE DOESNT KNOW ABOUT SATAH

FUCK RUCK FUCK

SARAH WAS JOELS FAUGHTER

FUCK

“I GUESS THAT EXPLAINS HIM A LITTLE” THATS WHAT I SAIDDDDD

picture picture please picture

she really doesn’t trust him at all. But Ellie does and she doesn’t believe Maria’s word

they really got a while movie theater

WORK BENCH

are we having another argument

new boots :(

the way he’s holding his hands is giving major nervous vibes

“I shouldn’t have said what I said” - just like Joel last episode

“It’s complicated for you. And I’m sorry”

Is it a suicide mission?

HE LOOKS SO TINY 🤏🏻🤏🏻

“She’s immune”

THE WAY HE SAID ELLIE FEELS SOOOOO GAMEJOEL

“SHES IMMUNE” HE LOKKS SOOOOOOO

Below is the root of my mental illness.

“Tess got bit. She made me swear to take the kid. It was her dying wish, what was I supposed to do? WE MADE IT AD FAR AS KC AND THEN YNOW !SHE SAVED MY LIFE THERE! FROM ANOTHER KID. FIVE YEARS AGO I WOULDVE DESTRYOED HIM. BUT SHE HAD TO SHOOT HIM TO SAVE ME. FOURTEEN YEARS OLD. BECAUSE I WAS TOO SLOW AND TOO FUCKING DEAF TO HEAR HIM. THEN I SAW A MAN KILL HIS OWN BROTHER. **he’s crying whatfuckfuck** TO SAVE HER WHILE INJUST WATCHED. AND TODAY I THOUGHT THAT DOG WAS GONNA TEAR HER APART BECAUSE IT SMELLED SOMETBINF ON HER. AND ALL INDID WAS STAND THERE. I **COULTN MOVE** I COULDNT THINK OF ANYTHING EXCPET JUST. I WAS SO AFRAID. ANS HIS DHAKY BREATH. WHAT THE FUCK. IM NOT WHO INWAS. IM WEAK. ***LATELY THERE ARE THESE MOMENTS WHERE FEAR COMES UP OUT OF NOWHERE AND MT HEART FEELS LIKE ITS STOPPED. I HAVE DREAMS. EVERY NIGHT. INDONT KNOW. I CANT REMEMBER. I JSUF KNOW THAT WHEN I WAKE UP IVE LOST SOMETHING. IM FAILING IN MY SLEEP. ITS ALL I DO. ITS ALL IHE EVER DONE IS FAIL HER AGAIN AND AGAIN. ****IM JUSF GONNA GER HER KILLED I KNOW IT***

******I HAVE TO LEAVE HER****

WELL HERES TOUR FHANVE TO BRING YOUR KID INTO A BETTER WORL. YOURE TOUNGER THAN ME YOURE ATILL STRONG. YOU SAID IT YOURSELF YOULL COME BACK. YOU HAVE TO TSKE HER AND THE CRYINF AND THR SHAKY BREATH FUCKSHDNFIFJ

he loves her so much ellie. got it’s written all over his face. he loves her SO MUCU AND HE CANF DO IT

“They’ll shoot her” AND THE BOICD CRACK WAYT FCUKC. HE THREATENEE TO SHOOT HER EVERY SCENE AND NOW??;?);?4)?;!:?;?

IFS THE LAS THING ILL EVER ASK OF YOU. I SAEAR.

thr fucking falling tear you’re fucking joking. LET HIM BE FUCKING HAPPY.

he’s literally shaking.

I’ll take her out at dawn.

hea gonna go say goodbye and they argue that’s what happens right.

the slow walk up. fuck duck fuck fuck tuck

“Ellie?

if you’re gonna ditch me ditch me

I HAVE TO LEAVE HER TOU HAVE TO TAKE HER

I MADE THIS DECISION FOR YOUR OWN GOOD

DO YOU GIHR A SHIT ABOUT ME OR NOT. OF COURSE I DO WAHT THR FUCK.

the slight face change at ‘her’. wow.

IM AFRIAD OF LOSINF YOUUUU

THE SNIFFLE. HEBDOESNT WANT TO DONTHIS

WRITE ON ALL OF THIS WRITE ON ALL ODNTHIS

Joel :(((

FLASHBACKL WHATDBS FUCKC

you can really see his nose scar wow

SARAH :((

so this is what they were talking about.

NOT HIM CRUINF FUCK OFF HES CRIED SOMKUCU TOFAY

HOW DOES HE TAKE HER HAXK HOW DOES HE TAKE HER BACK HOWWWW WE DOIN IT

is Joel here.

YEAH.

SNIFFLES ANYWAY.

YOU DESERVE A CHOICE. LETS GO.

that was fast 😭

Helping her up 😭😭

the eye close :(

BOTH OF YOU BTHERES A PLAGE HERE

LOOK HOW HAPPT SHE IS

ADIOS BIG BROTHER 😭😭

HER HANDS AROUKD HIS MIDDLE HER HANDS AROUKD HIS MIDDLE HER HANDS AROUND HIS MIDDLE

AWWWWWWWWWWWW

This is so fuckinf cute.

GOU DICK

HIS SMILE

FUCKI

I just did my job. WHIHC WAS BUILDING

SINGER???

THATS PRETTY COOL

HER CHEEK AGAINST HIS BACK HER CHEEK AGAISNF HIS FBSKDHEKHDKHD HER CHEESL AGAISNF HIS BACK AND HIS SMILE

THE FOOTBALL CONVERSATION

“But violent” 😭

we end on his injury don’t we

HIS LITTLE SMILES AT HER

“One step closer to you dream”

“Sort of adults”

WHATTHEY WANTED TO DO WITH THEIR LIVES THSTS FROM THR GAMEEEE

I WANGWS RO BE A SINGER. YOURE ALREADY ALIGHING. YOURE SIGNING FOR Me later. ITS THE LEAST YOU CAN DO FAIR ENOUGH.

FIRST TIME SEEIN A MONKEY IN THR GAMMEEEE

“Lookit” <3

this set looks so good

oh wow even that’s from the game oh wow

oh I can’t wait for the Instagram edits of these two after this episode

HIS GACE WHEN SHE SAIS THEY TURNED INTO MONKEYS

RAIDERSSSSS

THE HEADBUTT

YEAHHHB CHOKE HIM OUR JOEL

YEAHHHH CRACK HIS BECK JOEL FUCK YEAH

FUCK BE DUD IMPALE HIM STILL MY GOD

GOGOGOGOGOGO

JOEL OPEN YOUR EYEW OPEN YOUR EYES YOU GOTTA GET UP I CANF GET SO THIS WIRHOUT YOU INDONT KNOW WHWRE IM GOING

JOEL PLEASE JOEL PLEASE

IM TAKINF A RIDE WITH MY BEST FRIEND

#the last of us hbo #tlou spoilers #joel miller #ellie williams #I was. a mess. a little bit.

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My Top 10 Albums of 2022

Like I hoped/hypothesized in my Top 10 last year, moving to Austin (and COVID at least temporarily easing up) brought me back to live music. I saw Snail Mail, Jose Gonzalez, Bon Iver, Andrew Bird with Iron and Wine, Bartees Strange, a smorgasbord of amazing acts on one hot Friday at Austin City Limits, and a handful of delightful local artists. The Bon Iver show affected me in a completely unexpected way, and triggered a year-long obsession with i,i and 22, a million, two albums that I had filed away as somehow lesser than For Emma and the self-titled. Googles "Bon Iver tour" again.

Kendrick finally released a new album and I completely bounced off of it after a few listens. I guess having the insta-cortisol-injection of "We Cry Together" on the tracklist is a problem for me. The new Arctic Monkeys album was also a bit of a disappointment. As it stands, it's my least favorite album of theirs. I'm sure I'll give both of these another shot, though. They'll probably pop up under the heading of "what was I thinking?" five years from now.

My pre-2022 albums that should've made their respective lists were heavily influenced by my reading Dan Ozzi's "Sellout." - Against Me! – "Transgender Dysphoria Blues" (2013) rocks SO HARD and checks so many boxes for me. Where can I get more folk-punk? - Jimmy Eat World – "Clarity" (1999) in some alternate universe where I started blogging at 10 rather than slightly older than that. - Cory Wong. I'm cheating here. I don't particularly care for his albums as a format, but his shockingly highly-produced YouTube show includes compelling, virtuosic funk/bluegrass/big-band/whatever performances, like this one with Sierra Hull which I have watched a silly number of times.

I had 8(!) runners up this year but that stretches the definition beyond the editorial standards of this fine publication, so I've narrowed it down to 3:

Angel Olsen – "Big Time" (may have cracked the list if I didn't miss the AO/SVE concert for a last-minute vacation)

Beach House – "Once Twice Melody" (Beach House doesn't excite me at all as a music listener – call it a hangover of an uninspiring show several years ago – but this album, like most of their music, is irresistible)

Delicate Steve – "After Hours" (do I love Delicate Steve only because of the name? Absolutely not.)

10. Sharon Van Etten – We've Been Going About This All Wrong

Finally! An SVE album released in the era of me being a massive SVE fan. I wrote about this earlier, but she was my go-to through the first two years of COVID. We've Been Going About This All Wrong doesn't quite reach the highs of Remind Me Tomorrow, but I still find myself getting lost in the album every time I listen to it.

9. Plains – I Walked with You a Ways

According to my driver's license and my voter registration, I'm a Texan. To follow up Saint Cloud, this time as Plains (with Jess Williamson as a partner in crime), Katie Crutchfield is pushing even further in the Americana/Country direction, giving me the gift of a comfortable nest to curl up into in my new environs. Yes, I have played this album, several times, loud, while driving through hill country west of Austin. It works.

8. PUP – The Unraveling of PUPTHEBAND

It feels good to like an emo band that is still making (good) albums. I'm not sure why I hadn't heard of PUP before this year, but they started popping up all over the place as I started poking around during my read of "Sellout." The first 5 tracks here are my favorite 5 song run of the year.

7. MUNA – MUNA

The most magical musical moment of the year for me was in March. We were at Mañana getting a coffee one Friday afternoon, and we saw a stage being set up on its courtyard. It was during SXSW, so that much wasn't unexpected. We Googled and realized that MUNA would be playing later that day. We walked back after work and saw a tiny, free, incredible MUNA show. They played a bunch of songs off of the yet-unreleased new album, and it was obvious that the album would be packed with exquisite pop morsels. June 2022: it was, and it was good.

6. Big Thief – Dragon New Warm Mountain I Believe In You

Big Thief are not doing anything flashy. They're not reinventing rock. They're not subverting the indie folk moniker. Like virtuosic short story authors, they're crafting small, isolated worlds within each song, giving the listener only as much as they need. Adrianne Lenker is not just a genius writer (as I've mentioned before) but a ruthless editor. I'm saying this about an album that has 20 tracks. Maybe I need a ruthless editor.

5. Carly Rae Jepsen – The Loneliest Time

The title track, a.k.a. "The Loneliest Time feat. Rufus Wainwright," a.k.a. the one song that I drove around the block for to hear the end of this year (apologies Earth, the Prius c was mostly in EV mode), a.k.a I guess I like disco now?

With each CRJ release I prepare myself to be underwhelmed. It just doesn't seem like she could continue to release crisp, zeitgeist-defying pop albums. While I was intrigued that she worked with Rostam for "Western Wind," I was left feeling "meh" when the single dropped, which further reduced my expectations. The album releasing on the same day as Taylor Swift's Midnights was trial by fire, and I listened to "The Loneliest Time" on repeat for a total of twice as many plays as Midnights. Take that for data!

4. Black Country, New Road – Ants From Up There

The most significant musical discovery of 2022 for me is the UK Experimental Rock scene that is producing BCNR and Jockstrap. I don't think it's a cohesive "thing" to discover, but anytime I hear that some members of a band met at some artsy school in the UK (like the XX) and/or someone somehow shows up on multiple albums on this list in a single year (Georgia Ellery, how?), I take notice. More than any other album on this list, when I listen to this one, I want to talk or write about it. I wouldn't be surprised if I listen to and laud it 18 years from now the same way I listen to and laud Arcade Fire's Funeral today.

3. Bartees Strange – Farm to Table

If I write out a description of the styles of each song on this album, it doesn't sound like it would be cohesive or even compelling. Bartees pulls inspirations from bands like Bon Iver and The National so directly that it's practically pastiche. It's not though: Bartees injects so much of himself into the music that it's unmistakably him. The fact that he finds inspiration from so many places and is so excited to share them all with us is a feature, not a bug. I selfishly hope that his next album is more cohesive, but I can't argue with the results of his earnestness so far.

2. Animal Collective – Time Skiffs

Animal Collective's 2004-2009 run of LPs (Sung Tongs, Feels, Strawberry Jam, and Merriweather Post Pavilion) were pivotal to (a) the indie scene as a whole and, more importantly, (b) me in 2009 once I decided that I shouldn't just listen to The Beatles for the entirety of college. I did not expect to ever love or get lost in an AnCo album again the way I did with those 4. But here we are: "Time Skiffs" is inching its way toward the top of my Animal Collective tier list. This record does what all good Animal Collective records do: it absorbs me. It pulls me in with soundscapes and timbral oddities, and then dunks me in a pool of melody. If you're imagining an art rock shampoo ad, then you're on the right track. Every single track on Time Skiffs does this with a shocking efficiency.

Or, to put it in their own words, from their Bandcamp page:

Time Skiffs’ nine songs are love letters, distress signals, en plein air observations, and relaxation hymns, the collected transmissions of four people who have grown into relationships and parenthood and adult worry. But they are rendered with Animal Collective’s singular sense of exploratory wonder. Harmonies so rich you want to skydive through their shared air, textures so fascinating you want to decode their sorcery, rhythms so intricate you want to untangle their sources. Here is Animal Collective's past two decades, still in search of what’s next.

Why do I bother?!

1. Jockstrap – I Love You Jennifer B

I already explained my general fascination with this thread of music (see my notes on Ants From Up There above). It's my favorite album of the year, over the near-perfect Animal Collective album for reasons that I will try to explain but don't completely make sense to me.

Hearing "Glasgow" for the first time flipped a switch in my brain that is un-flip-back-able. I need to listen to "Glasgow" as many times as possible.

If "Glasgow" wasn't that song, "Concrete Over Water" would've been. It's incidental that I heard "Glasgow" first.

I have neutral-to-negative feelings about violin in rock music. "That's dumb and unjustifiable," this album screams at me, politely.

The songs on this album sound simple, hiding their depth. The album forces me to alternate between close listening (specific production choices, structure, melodic riffs, lyrics, and on and on) and a total immersion.

Ok, fine. The shift at 1:15 of Glasgow.

#sharon van etten #plains #pup #muna #big thief #carly rae jepsen #black country new road #bartees strange #animal collective

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Okay I’ve never actually posted my own, brand new post on the internet before so I’m kinda nervous but bear with me. I guess I’ll start by putting all my little links and such. I’m sure most people already know about these but fuck it what do I know.

The GALAP is where I got the therapist who gave me the little letter that tells them I’m trans. It’s got a list of therapists who have agreed to give out free letters that iirc are sorted by state. It’s down as of right now but it says they hope to be back up by April 30th 2024. I live in Texas so there was only one for me but she was real cool, she did the evaluation but made it clear that it was only because she legally had to and that she would give me the letter regardless, it was 100% free and it was over telehealth so I didn’t have to go anywhere.

https://www.thegalap.org/need-a-letter/directory

Folx Health does all kinds of stuff. They do gender affirming care as well as just regular doctor shit and they have guys in every state and they take a lot of insurance but their membership is SO GODDAMN EXPENSIVE. If you’re Jeff FUcking Bezoso well here you go I guess.

https://www.folxhealth.com/

Legacy Health is the same as Folx but much more affordable and only in Texas. Sorry if you don’t live in Texas.

https://www.legacycommunityhealth.org/contact-us/

Trans in the South is a directory of all kinds of trans-affirming health and legal service providers. It also has a guide on how to fund your transition and its got a list of grants you can apply for too. Never noticed that before, might do that shit.

https://southernequality.org/resources/transinthesouth/

Trans Legal Aid of Texas has volunteer attorneys that will help you get and do the paperwork to change all your legal info but you gotta live in Texas sorry sorry.

https://translegalaidtx.com/

Also I don’t have a link for them but Dr. Daniel Freet and Dr. Rachel Goldstein did my top surgery at Memorial Hermann. They did a great job, they were so nice to me, they didn’t question my decision at all and the whole experience start to finish was pretty nice. The wait was forEVER but they are really fucking busy and they’re booked like crazy so. Understandable. Unfortunately, the full cost of my surgery is ~$17,000 and my insurance, who initially said they would cover it, decided they would actually wait until we get the bill before deciding to cover it and since the bill arrived they’ve been dead silent but [screaming in agony] its fine. My incision scars are nice and straight, I have very little dog earing going on and its flattened over time. I’m a little chunky so that’s impressive. It’s only been 5 months and I have full mobility, it only took me about 2 months to get there. My nips are a little ugly but they are intact and they are recognizable as nips. More on that in a later post though. Overall, 10/10, would recommend. End post.

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2, 11, & 12 for your evil babes 💕

2. Say your OC made a playlist on Spotify. What bands would be on that playlist? Any specific genres?

rohan loves pop and pop metal the most. in fact i think she’s as passionate about pop and its various niche subgenres as i am, which is a lot. stuff like this, which has the bonus of being automobile-themed (rohan makes her own villainmobiles, of which there are a fair few). zeet is a big country fan but like older country, protest songs, dark americana, outlaw country etc. they also keep up with modern pop tunes in various latin genres

11. What kinds of foods and drinks do they like? Do they like certain foods to be fried? Do they prefer certain foods to be prepared hot/cold?

rohan’s favorites are usually either small light meals or fast food feasts with little in between. the subtleties of fine cuisine are pretty lost on her; she’s not into like. Fancy Culture(TM). even if she does like to steal exciting clothes when robbing expensive stores. zeet lives in new mexico + they’re used to and enjoy the local cuisine, which is pretty distinctive. green chili everything!

12. If they were an actual character in an animated film or TV series, who would they be voiced by? Do they have a certain accent that the person would need to perfect?

REALLY GOOD QUESTION! i have brain fog so i’m not even gonna try to pick actual voice actors but i can tell you exactly what they sound like. rohan has a mid-high pitched, mildly nasally, not-quite-valley-girl-accented voice. she kind of trails off a lot at the end of sentences when she realizes whatever she was saying doesn’t make as much sense as she thought, and she has a distinctive pattern of slowing down + getting quieter as it happens. zeet is a COWBOY, BABEY! their voice is not dissimilar from like, a rural drawling texan accent. it’s a little gritty and they have pretty good control over how high or low pitched it is — naturally it’s medium-low but when they feel more fem or masc they can kind of modulate it to fit. took lots of practice!

#ty for asking! U always come thru w/ the ask memes and it is appreciated #selfproclaimedunicorn #asks #my ocs

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Hi Becca rant anon here I am so sad I started writing in-depth comments about Born lucky, under a bad star and then i accidentally closed the tab and deleted everything!!! Take 2 below

The intro that describes all the other times Joel was hurt is so haunting in and of itself but "A part of you wonders if maybe it’s your fault. Maybe you forgot to stick lavender in his pocket before he left that morning, like you always do." GOT ME WRECKED. Know that from now on I will CONSTANTLY be thinking about this lavender ritual and imagining what could be going through Joel's mind during it.

"You feel the ghost of Ellie’s hand against your arm. Odd, you think distantly, because she hates you. She has for a long time." Hurt me so bad i had to construct a nursery rhyme in its honour: I've was just stabby stabbed through my hearty heart, the lovely miss Becca has just torn me apart.

Tommy's franticness, Ellie's quiet shock? Say it with me now children *imagine a chorus of voices for this bit* Becca is the queen of characterisation!! The fact that Joel is the person they would send after the attackers if anyone else had been hurt? "Survive and provide and protect" encapturing Joel's ethos so perfectly? Just further evidence of this point. "They describe him as fierce and short to anger, because no one can say a word about him or his. They describe him as wonderfully dependable, ask Joel for something on a supply run and you would have it in short order; sigh about the state of something in your home and it would be taken care of, fixed, the very next day" WHEN I TELL YOU THAT NOBODY HAS MADE ME CARE MORE FOR THE PIXEL TEXAN THAN YOU HAVE. Lord help me reading that made me UNWELL your Joel is so CORRECT. Ellie sleeping on there couch but struggling to speak to them and Maria having to come get Tommy STOP i repeat i am UNWELL.

Joel kept collecting comics for Ellie. No that's fine I'm fine it's all fine nothing to see here folks it's all well and good. Now excuse while I scream into the void for a second. Ellie saying she's mad at you too and then agreeing to sleeping next to Joel without a fuss? I feel like my chest is constricting from all sides. Also the whole conversation when Tommy comes downstairs was soooo beautifully written but Joel saying "you're the love of damn life"... i had to pause at that and I already know in my bones every single time i reread this fic i will make that same pause. Every. Single. Time. God your writing is such a gift.

I need to once again call you the queen of characterisation bc when Joel moved carefully so you wouldn't worry rather than bc he wanted to spare himself more pain???! Yeah. Joel feeling most helpless bc he can no longer play the guitar?? Yeah. Ellie saying she wasn't just there bc he was hurt, which was what Joel had been fearing?? YEAH. Honestly every conversation that you've written in this fic has like 17 layers of emotion and each character feels fleshed out and real and accurate. I know I'm truly not en expert on the source material but from what I know you've got each person down beautifully.

"It’s one thing for him to be cold and uncomfortable, but another thing entirely for you to feel that way" lucky for me I was already laying down when I read this. But when I read this it made me want to get up just to dramatically fling myself back down. Maybe I'm obsessed with the way you write Joel's perspective. Maybe this makes me want to listen to your Joel playlist and lose my mind a bit. Maybe I need carbs to deal with this fic the way it's making me burn hella calories keeping up with the emotional parkour of it all. "His whole body is nothing but reminders. He is a patchwork quilt of scars" hey Becca did you know that these sentences would tattoo themselves on my brain? Did you????

Joel thinking you stayed around bc he could do stuff for you... as someone who struggles with feeling like I have no worth unless I'm serving other people... maybe that made me tear up. Maybe it's making me want to hug the Pixel Texan. Just you know, a hypothetical possibility. Also, him thinking that he has to be able to point to something he did for people to justify sticking around? Makes me feel about the letter left for him where either Bill or Frank (I'm so sorry i always mess up which one is which) said that men like him and Joel were put on this earth to protect others... while i do think Joel finds that kinda galvinising it's so clearly a douvle-edged sword and the way you've explored that is beyond perfection. Joel thinking his love and his guolt are growing simultaneously??!! Cool cool cool cool cool i will proceed to be normal about this. Definitely.

The fight they have? Where both of them clearly feel like they've failed?? The crushing weight of words left unsaid??? You write the internal turmoil of it all so, so phenomenally. And "You can’t take care of us if you aren’t okay, Joel.” catching my breath after realising this is probably one of the few times in his life where someone has said that to Joel explicitly? Don't think a lot of people had the time/ability/willingness to try to convince Joel of this. Especially given the backstory in this fic (is that all you btw? If it was in the game you incorporated it masterfully, and if it's all you even more credit to you). Absolutely EVERYTHING about him trying the prosthetic for the first time was divine. Just absolute gorgeousness. Also I just want to say, for anyone who might read this and need this information in real life: in college i took a class that looked a lot at health metrics. And one finding that really stayed with me was that when people experience a disability for the first time, they report a big drop in quality of life initially. But given time, the recovery is actually pretty remarkable. People have an incredible ability to learn, to relearn, and to create new habits, routines and skills. So the way you wrote Joel slowly but surely regaining the things that constituted his life, his quality of life, is actually very realistic and wonderful to see in a fic.

I did not know I could feel so deeply about two people conversing on a bathroom floor but leave it to you to write such a heartfelt exchange. GOD they're so in love it makes me HAPPY but also kinda violently ILL in a good way. Also I feel a little guilty about how much I enjoy Joel and Maria not getting along but oh well. We all have our guolty pleasures. And Joel being endeared by Dina and Ellie? HELL YEAH. Teaming up with Tommy to give Joel a hard time seems like so much fun too.

AND THE ENDING??? Joel finally getting to take care of her again? Getting to hear all the ways she felt useless? The mutual reassurance and hope for the future? I am in love with them i am in awe of them everything about this was superb.

This might be one of the longest rants I've ever sent you and it still doesn't feel like enough to accurately convey how much I loved this story. Thank you so much for sharing.

I am once again here to apologize for taking so long to respond to one of your lovely rants. I'm sorry you accidentally deleted everything and had to rewrite it but I'm so glad you did 💕

I'm glad you liked their little lavender ritual! I may write a little connected drabble about how it all got started, because it definitely was perplexing to him at first.

I've was just stabby stabbed through my hearty heart, the lovely miss Becca has just torn me apart.

I absolutely screamed when I read this. I'm sorry for breaking your heart though I love your little poem

Say it with me now children *imagine a chorus of voices for this bit* Becca is the queen of characterisation!!

Stop, stop, stop, stop!!! I love you <3 I'm always so thrilled when someone thinks I've gotten the characterization right <333 like it makes my heart so full and happy.

Joel kept collecting comics for Ellie. No that's fine I'm fine it's all fine nothing to see here folks it's all well and good.

Of course he did!! She was always so important to him, of course he kept picking things up for her and trying to connect with her in small ways, like leaving the comics outside her door. He's still her dad, y'know.

"It’s one thing for him to be cold and uncomfortable, but another thing entirely for you to feel that way" lucky for me I was already laying down when I read this.

Joel "Acts of Service" Miller would absolutely be concerned about his person over any discomfort he could ever experience.

Especially given the backstory in this fic (is that all you btw? If it was in the game you incorporated it masterfully, and if it's all you even more credit to you).

This is totally made up! At least as far as I know. We really don't know much about Joel's background or his family beyond Sarah and Tommy, at least not canonically. I'm glad it felt like an organic addition to the story for you <3

And one finding that really stayed with me was that when people experience a disability for the first time, they report a big drop in quality of life initially. But given time, the recovery is actually pretty remarkable. People have an incredible ability to learn, to relearn, and to create new habits, routines and skills.

I didn't know this actually! That's super interesting. What happened in the fic was sort of just what felt like a natural progression of acceptance and healing would look like for Joel. He's nothing if not resilient though, and no matter what, he has his girls and his family. And that's really the most important thing that would make him want to get used to it.

Teaming up with Tommy to give Joel a hard time seems like so much fun too.

This was so self indulgent of me, really. Tommy is so bestie shaped to me. I would love to be a menace with that man, especially at Joel's expense.

I love love love your rants, rant anon, thank you for always sending them. They're such a delight to read <3

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2022: The Big Round-up

Decision To Leave

My most anticipated film of the year. And one that could, once I’ve rewatched it, become my favourite movie of 2022. But right now Park Chan-wook’s Vertigo-esque romantic detective drama ranks as a disappointment, sabotaged by the film effectively restarting just as it seems to be ending.

Full review here

(MUBI)

Everything Everywhere All At Once

This is a good film: it’s funny, it’s surprising, it’s moving, it’s got Michelle Yeoh doing martial arts. It has maybe my favourite scene of 2022 (the rocks!). So why isn’t this one of my films of the year?

Essentially, because I’m so done with art in which the future of the world or the universe is at stake. If you’ve seen EEAAO you’ll get the irony: what the film is really concerned with is family relationships, but by the time I grasped that, I had zoned out a bit because of all the multiverse exposition. I’ll confess I enjoyed it most as an indie drama about an immigrant family running a laundromat before the weirdness fully set in.

Rein A Foutre (Zero Fucks Given)

This is two-thirds of a truly excellent movie. It stars Adele Exarchopoulos as an air-cabin crew person for a low-budget airline whose hedonistic lifestyle in assorted resorts is shown through lots of short, impressionistic scenes, reminding (in form) of Moonlight or Exhibition. Alas, then she goes back to her parents’ home in Belgium and it all becomes plodding and cliched. Shame.

(MUBI)

Apollo 10 1/2: A Space Age Childhood

Maybe the prettiest film of the year? Richard Linklater’s nostalgic look back at the Houston suburbs during the summer of the first moon landing, with animation over film, is just gorgeous. Unfortunately, the visuals are at the service of what is, to all intents and purposes, a long, particularly dull episode of The Wonder Years. Might work better with the film sound off and music on (something like Easter Everywhere by the Texan psych masters the Thirteenth Floor Elevators?)

Full review here

(Netflix)

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever

Small sample size: I saw this with my sister, niece and nephew. Conclusion: as a popcorn movie, this fails. As an opportunity to ponder politics and the directorial hiring strategies of Marvel Studios, it’s fine.

So theory: the Marvel dudes have accepted the notion that I share that the action is the weakest element of these supposedly action movies. Hence they keep hiring directors with no experience of action and thus the perfunctory fight scenes in Wakanda Forever. Which, instead, is a story about grief and loss on the one hand and revisiting the 1960s idea of the non-aligned movement of post/anti-colonialist countries.

But if you came for entertainment, it’s a bit dull.

For a review of BP:WF star Tenoch Huerta in a Mexican slacker indie movie, go here

The Wonder

The kind of chunky prestige project that goes straight to streaming these days: heavyweight arthouse director (Sebastian Lelio), adapted from a book by a writer with a previous novel that was prime Oscar bait (Room’s Emma Donahue), of-the-moment lead (Florence Pugh) and estimable support (Toby Jones and Ciaran Hinds, working together for at least the third time). Modernity – in the form of Pugh’s Crimean War-veteran nurse – confronts superstition/faith in a1860s rural Ireland still scarred by the Famine. It’s fine, but never gets beyond the obvious. I guess you could say there’s some gender rebalancing going on in that Tom Burke’s role as the bloke is as perfunctory as too many female potential romantic interests have been in the past. The ending is a bit too tidy, too.

(Netflix)

She Said

She Said is a well-made, well-acted, well-intentioned movie about important subjects. But it’s also a film that offers plenty to nitpick about, if you were so inclined. There’s no doubt that the working moms as reporters is a useful corrective to journalism movies of the past. And I wasn’t expecting it to remind me so much of a Michael Mann flick in its look and all the one-on-ones in bars, restaurants and work canteens. But the sheer weight of exposition, especially aimed at senior members of the New York Times staff, was grating. And the two leads lack flaws. Most of all, the story doesn’t quite work in terms of building and resolving tension.

Aftersun

Late 1990s. Scottish father long broken-up with the mother of his daughter takes the 11-year-old on a late summer holiday to a resort in Turkey. That’s your whole premise, and that’s fine by me. In her debut, Frankie Corio is perfect as Sophie. There’s hints of Moonlight in the way that this does feel like fragments of memories, propped up by snatches of home video, and Barry Jenkins is a producer on this film. The recreation of holiday moments is terrific.

So why wasn’t I as moved by this as all the critics? Partly because I saw because I had heard it was that good and worth spending £18 to see even if clearly some of it was going to be grim, so my expectations were way too high. Partly because to me Paul Mescal – who plays the dad – is an uninteresting potatoey bloke with bad hair rather than the cause he seems to be for some folk. But mainly because many admirers talk about how subtle* it is - and I don’t think that’s accurate. It’s true the script does limit the number of times characters discuss their emotional state – but the camerawork and the soundtrack are extremely busy filling in the blanks. Most of the songs – and certainly the one in the climactic scene – could hardly be more obvious. And that rather soured me on it.

*The Canadian critic Adam Nayman – who loves the film – has what I think is a more accurate take on it: that director Charlotte Wells takes some big swings at key moments of the film. For Nayman, they connected and were emotionally devastating. But if they don’t land for you, then they can look clumsy.

(MUBI)

‘Sr’ is Robert Downey, director of underground/alternative movies from the 1960s onwards, whose fame was eclipsed by his film-star son. Jr produced and hogs screen time in this documentary, shot in elegiac b&w. There’s a handful of things the film is trying to do: summarise Sr’s colourful life and career, explore his complicated legacy to Jr (gave him his start as an actor, but also gave him his introduction to illegal substances along with an addict’s genes), allow Sr a partial chance to make a swan song, and chronicle his worsening Parkinson’s. And in the middle of all this, Covid happens.

It’s an excellent piece of filmmaking and Sr seems to have been quite a character (I’ve never seen any of his films – Paul Thomas Anderson is a mega fan, but they look a bit exhausting.) But Jr is hugely annoying and we get far too much of him.

(Netflix)

Amsterdam

This is generally considered one of the turkeys of the year. I saw long after it had been written off, and so certainly had non-existent expectations and none of the pressure that comes with having paid to see something. So I watched and waited to groan with exasperation but never did. It’s not great but also… not terrible? It belongs to a hyper-specific micro-genre: somewhat comedic period-set neo-noirs that draw on (apparently) true conspiracies and in which race is a key story point but the movie is made by a white dude. See also: last year’s No Sudden Move, 2019’s Motherless Brooklyn and season four of Fargo (two of the stars of which have supporting roles here). It’s a mood – Pynchonesque? (add Inherent Vice to that list) that appeals more to movie folk than audiences.

Amsterdam was directed by David O Russell and a stuffed cast: Christian Bale, Margot Robbie and John David Washington are your leads, then there’s Bob De Niro, Rami Malek and Anya Taylor-Joy, Michael Shannon and Mike Myers, Zoe Saldaña, Chris Rock and Timothy Olyphant, and Taylor Swift. It’s too long, obviously, and crams in a lot of stuff, like Robbie’s character single-handedly inventing surrealism. But I laughed in the right places and was rarely bored, so am mildly baffled by the total trashing this got.

(Disney +)

Barbarian

One of those movies that’s absolutely impossible to write about spoiler-free – and (of course) just writing that is a spoiler. Anyway, Barbarian is a horror movie, it’s set in Detroit, it stars Georgina Campbell (yet another Brit in Hollywood) as a woman in town for a job interview, it’s rather good and that’s all I’m going to say.

(Disney +)

Argentina 1985

On the one hand, I’m mostly not in favour of trying to explain complex historical events through the story of one person (usually one dude). And when you are using that one dude for an account of a battle against injustice that was sustained and embodied by a group of very determined mothers, that seems somewhat questionable.

On the other, there’s a lot to like and admire about this film. The always-watchable Ricardo Darín stars as Julio César Strassera, the prosecutor assigned to try the members of the Argentinian junta that had recently stepped down but were still in control of the military. His task is to establish their responsibility for the ‘dirty war’ in which thousands of people disappeared. The film attempts (and I think largely succeeds) on balancing good-humoured scenes of how the somewhat weary and middle-aged Strassera assembles a bright young team to put together the case with the harrowing testimony of survivors and relatives of victims.

(His son is super-annoying though.)

(Prime)

The Souvenir Part II

The conclusion (sort of) to Joanna Hogg’s critically adored autobiographical account of being a very posh film student in the 1980s. I wasn’t hugely taken with Part 1 – Part II was an improvement, not least because there’s more screen time for Richard Ayoade’s awesomely bitchy (but very perceptive) director character.

Full review here

(MUBI - which also has Caprice, Hogg's actual student film starring a young Tilda Swinton)

See How They Run

Entertaining meta-murder mystery that takes place around and about the early days of The Mousetrap’s London run. Relies heavily on the charm of Saoirse Ronan as an earnest young WPC. Very slight, plenty of fun.

(Disney +)

Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery

Did anyone think that Daniel Craig’s Foghorn Leghorn-voiced sleuth Benoit Blanc was the best thing about Knives Out? Seems improbable, but the idea apparently is to build a series of movies around him. On the evidence here, this isn’t a great idea. For a start, the all-star cast is – Janelle Monáe and a handful of very brief cameos apart – deficient in star power. We get Edward Norton as (yawn) an evil tech billionaire, Kate Hudson as a has-been model/actress and Dave Bautista as a YouTuber. The set-up: at peak early pandemic lockdown, Norton invites his chums to a no-restrictions mystery weekend on his Greek island. It’s all pretty meh.

Like the original, the movie improves massively when it gets to the bit where it doubles back on itself. But even so, it never crawls above mediocre.

(Netflix)

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