#shes got a cowboy hat. of course she does. i love her

[localvoidcat]

i wish i wasnt artblocked i want to draw the superhero au cast SO BAD

#aougugugh..... #sarah adam and jonah all have logos on their hoodies i think they just have more variation in their outfits #cesar's a sweater vest with a jacket over it kinda guy. i think mark still wears the hoodies #hmmm... ruths costume. its very western inspired #her color scheme is warm hues of burnt orange and brown and gold and all that #shes got a cowboy hat. of course she does. i love her #tmc superhero au

[lovelytsunoda]

jolene // logan sargeant

summary: nothing breaks the internet more than international recording artist dolly parton appearing in the williams garage. well, nothing more than finding out that her granddaughter is dating a certain f1 rookie

pairing: logan sargeant x parton! reader

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y/nparton this one's personal. i came back to tennesse after spending a year doing my undergrad. by that point, i'd dropped out of university, found myself drinking to regulate my anxiety, and was ready to walk away from it all. without all the love from my parents, from my grandma and from my dear L, i don't think I would have made it out alive.

"i got so high that i saw jesus" is out now on all streaming platforms.

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theofficialdolly I’m so proud of you, sweetheart!

user I wish I was as strong as you are tbh

user you wtf is Logan Sargent doing here fr?

-> user hear me out, hear me out: look at the second picture. clearly she has a boyfriend. her boyfriends name starts with an L. she has the name ‘Logan’ engraved on her guitar, all this time I just thought it was the brand name, but what if it’s her lovers name?

user I have never felt so many emotions in one song before

yourbestfriend SLAY QUEEEN!!! IM SO PROUD IF YOU AND I MISS YOU

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logansargeant my evaluation of your cowboy reputation has me thinking you’re a cutie and I am hopelessly in love with you

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oscarpiastri thank god were allowed to talk about it now, you were getting insufferable

-> logansargeant oh be quiet

y/nparton love you most, florida boy

-> logansargeant love you to saturn, country girl

liamlawson30 Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Jo-leneeee

-> alex_albon IM BEGGING PLEASE DONT TAKE MY MAN

-> oscarpiastri PLEASE DONT TAKE HIM JUST BECAUSE YOU CAN

-> user not the Jolene jokes, they’re so unserious 😭

theofficialdolly you take good care of my granddaughter, young man. welcome to the family.

-> logansargeant of course, ma’am. I love her with my whole heart and soul.

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y/nparton memphis, always a pleasure 🩶

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user DID YOU SEE HOW SHE RAN INTO LOGANS ARMS AFTER SINGING YOU SEXY THING?

—> user AND THEN SHE GAVE HIM HER COWBOY HAT I AM NOT OKAY

oscarpiastri okay so maybe I do like country music

-> logansargeant says the guy who was singing the climb in the car on the way there

logansargeant proud of you sweetheart ❤️

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user this is the sexiest american power couple I have ever seen # pargeant4eva

user my american royals

user so does this mean we get dolly in the williams garage more often

-> williamsracing yes.

SONGS MENTIONED

I got so high that I saw Jesus - noah cyrus

save a horse ride a cowboy - big&rich

you sexy thing - zella day

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#logan sargeant x reader #f1 imagine #formula one x reader #f1 smau #logan sargeant x you #f1 x reader #ig aus

[nvuy]

I saw the Boothill text messages leaks and he physically can not cry. How does this info make u feel 🎤

GIVE ME THAT 🎤

“Theoretical question…” Boothill gratefully takes the glass of wine you hand to him before you sidle up next to him in the grass. “…But say the sun was g’nna blow up tomorrow, and you were the only one that knew about it. What would you do?”

He pulls off his hat and rests it by his feet. He feels you staring at him. Your gaze is warm, yet something about it bothers him. Like you’re trying to read him.

He presses his lips together in a thin line.

“That’s definitely a question,” you murmur beneath your breath. “Why?”

He says nothing for a moment.

The warm breeze is gentle.

He’s still staring at the sunset when he replies, “dunno. ‘M curious.” His words are accompanied by a casual shrug.

He hears you shift, maybe slightly uncomfortable. The wine in your glass sloshes.

He takes a sip from his own glass. It’s not his favourite, but you can’t really afford anything to his tastes. But, for what it’s worth, the wine is nice, and good enough to take his mind off how his metal fingers still seem to tremble when he mentions the end of the world.

Sweet and benign on his tongue, just like you. He hums and studies the drink through the glass. Maybe cheap booze ain’t too shabby.

“I guess I’d spend it with my family,” you say. You, too, shrug.

“Would you tell ‘em?” He turns his head to look at you. “That the world’s endin’?”

He watches as you inhale.

Then, you say, “no.” There’s a light shake of your head to accompany your words. “I don’t want to scare them.”

That’s what he did, too. Many, many years ago.

He remembers seeing red smeared all over her little face. How it slowly turned a deep purple as she held her breath. How it then faded completely with its colour, and he lost sight of her gorgeous pinkish cheeks when she took her final breaths.

“What would ya say to them in the last minute?”

He can’t remember her voice anymore.

That lump in his throat swells, and it feels like a cold marble. He’s so tired of trying to swallow it.

“I think I’d be too busy crying like a baby, but…” It was a lighthearted joke as you nudge him in the side. He only lets out a humourless puff of air through his nose. “I’d tell them I love them. That they’re the best people I’ve ever known.”

Something heavy weighs in his chest like hot iron, burning and bubbling at the base of his throat. “Yeah. I get it.”

You touch his cheek gently. “You okay?”

He’s not. “‘M fine.”

“Would you stay with me?” you ask him. “Theoretically. If the world ended tomorrow?”

That cracks a smile on his face, though it’s light. “Sure I would. Theoretically.” The sun always felt nice on his face.

Your skin was even nicer against his. You rest against his shoulder, and he leans his head to press his ear to the side of your face.

“If my metal body’s good for anythin’, I’d try to shield you from the blast.”

You snort. “I appreciate it, though I don’t think even a cyborg can withstand the sun exploding.” You reach up and pet his hair. The white strands pool along your fingertips like running water.

He leans into your touch. “Still. I gots ta try.”

You sigh and flick his forehead lightly. “All theoretical, Boothill.”

The cowboy hums, and you feel it ripple across your skin like waves. “Course.”

“Hopefully the world doesn't end tomorrow,” you add. “You still haven’t taught me how to play the guitar.”

Boothill turns his head so his nose presses to the side of your face. Although his skin is cold, you feel warm and fuzzy. “Even if the world ends, I’d be happy right here.” He reaches down and pats your lap firmly.

He feels your face heat up and you groan. “You’re terrible.”

His cold lips press to your temple and he snickers. “You like it.”

#$. love mail #$. anon #boothill x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #boothill hsr #boothill x you #hsr boothill x reader #boothill

[dimmadoome]

I am nothing if not a details oriented person. I like to suss them out. I like to see the whole picture so I can paint one myself and of course, I've been looking at the picture of Cooper Howard.

Here are a few things I've noticed. As I've stated before, Cooper is wearing the same outfit as he was in the begging of the show. That blue, white and yellow cowboy outfit. His signature outfit. That's still there, hidden underneath the dirt and the grime and the old, ratty coat, leather vest and bandolier. You can see it in the details of the shirt and the silhouette of the hat. That has been discussed so I'm glossing over that.

Another thing I've noticed is his voice. Specifically his accent. The Ghoul and Cooper Howard have a different accent. Cooper is subdued. He's a regular man with a regular voice. Sure there is a bit if a drawl to it, but not the way The Ghoul has one. Anyone from the south knows what a real southern accent is and what a fake one is. The Ghoul uses a fake one. A larger than life one. That old Hollywood John Wayne fakeass accent. Sure his voice is more fried and that could thicken up an accent some, but that doesn't mean his accent would get more pronounced like THAT.

He's acting the part of The Ghoul. Probably to protect himself in this hellscape that he has been living in for centuries. Its clear that The Ghoul is not who he really is. Its a persona to be slapped over his real one to keep him safe so he can get to his family. I can't wait to see the next season when Lucy and her gung ho, be a good person attitude starts to rub at him more and peel back his layers to press into the soft underbelly underneath. Wether or not he wants to acknowledge it, (which he does. He knoes it already, said it already.) She's his mirror into who he truly is. He might corrupt her to keep her safe (evidenced by the fact that when he cut off her finger, she was given a rotten one in its stead) but she will be the one to pull him back from the brink of losing himself. (It was HER finger he sewed onto himself after all. Her pristine, beautiful smoothskin finger.)

I could also say the arc between Cooper's prewar self becoming disenchanted with vault tec/being betrayed by his wife juxtaposed by Lucy's arc of finding her dad/learning how he betrayed her mom and the world is also a pretty serious mirror as well.

I just.... I've got a lot of feels about Cooper and the symbolism that went into him, plus how he and Lucy are pretty clearly mirrors of eachother. I love it all and I'm gonna need more of this injected right into my brain hole. I need to lick the walls of that studio because HOLY SHIT this show has so much love and care put into everything it does.

#fallout spoilers #fallout 2024 #fallout 2024 spoilers #vaultghoul #cooper howard #the ghoul

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Baby Matching Outfits

Requested: Yes [Since request are open.........I HAVE ONE.... CAN YOU PLEASE WRITE 141, KÖNIG, ALE, KEEGAN. WERE THEY MATCH THERE OUTFIT WITH THEY'RE KIDS, BUT YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT IT AND THEY COME TO YOU AND SHOW (YOU KEEP THEM ASKING WHERE IS YOURS)🤭💞 PLEASE CAN YOU WRITE 🥹🫶]

Warnings: Sweet enough to rot your teeth

A/N: Trimmed off Price to make this six characters (the limit).

Gaz

Gaz grinned proudly at you as he held your daughter in his arms, the little one grabbing at the controller design on his t-shirt, probably recognizing it as the same thing that she’d see her Daddy holding when she was snuggled up next to him or in his lap as he played. A favorite activity of his, he liked to pretend that she was playing with him.

“I think this is the best purchase I’ve ever made before.” He tells you, bouncing Sunshine in his arms when she started to get a bit fussy. “I think she likes it! It’s a sign that she’ll like playing video games just as much as me.”

Ghost

Ghost does it unintentionally. It’s likely something that you bought because why wouldn’t you? It’s cute, references him, and it was just overall wholesome. But Ghost never really wears the shirt, and even more rarely puts the onesie on Asa. He just doesn’t understand the point. But he’s in a rush one morning to surprise you at work so he throws on the first shirt he sees and dresses your daughter in the onesie at the top of the pile.

Which leads to him holding Asa, surrounded by a group of your coworkers cooing about how cute it is that he’s matching his daughter. It’s very uncomfortable for him to say the least and he’s forever grateful when you finally meet him in the middle, shyly fiddling with Asa’s little hands.

Soap

It was a spur of the moment decision for Soap. He’d already been on his way to meet you, Bombi in his arms, when he saw the matching set in the window of a store. Ever the impulse shopper, Soap hadn’t even thought twice about whipping out his wallet and changing out his shirt and Bombi’s onesie in the bathroom before continuing on his way.

And of course he basked in the attention he got from you, even if 99% of it went to Bombi instead of him. He was proud that you liked it! “Maybe next time all of us can match, yeah?” He says, already coming up with a million and one ideas on how to do just that.

Alejandro

The matching outfits were given to him by his Mama, a late Father’s Day gift! She didn’t read English very well so she really only saw the cowboy hats and went “Perfect!!!!!” And Alejandro couldn’t help but agree. Which would be why he changed them both into the matching outfits right away and swiftly started making his way to your work, a grin on his face at every compliment he received along the way.

And then he was standing in front of you, practically glowing with pride as you cooed over him and your daughter, tickling her chubby tummy before giving him a kiss on the cheek. He definitely wouldn’t mind matching with your little one again.

Keegan

Keegan is really not one for dressing up. Barely owns a decent pair of jeans and a single shirt or two without holes all over. To say he doesn’t really care about his appearance when he’s not deployed is an understatement. Life Ghost, he probably matched with Skully unintentionally. Threw on the first shirt he saw and went with it.

So he was definitely confused when you kept giggling to yourself, looking between him and Skully, tickling the boy’s tummy as you complimented Keegan on his fashion sense. That was when he finally noticed and couldn’t help but chuckle, reaching over to hold one of Skully’s little hands in his. Maybe he could dress up a little better, as long as he matched the little one.

König

König loves to match with Princess! He has several matching shirts and onesies for him and her and he likes to wear them whenever possible. Today is one such day, your tiny baby in his arms, whining all the way to the park where he would be meeting you for lunch.

And oh he just melted when you cooked over them both, praising him for finding such cute clothes as you gently readjust the crocheted cap on Princess’ head, amused by the floppy green ears that were attached.

#cod #call of duty #mwii #mw2 #call of duty mwii #cod mwii #call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 #Kyle garrick #kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x reader #Simon riley #simon riley x reader #Simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #John MacTavish #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #Alejandro Vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #König #König x reader

[mikedfaist]

I’ve had this idea for a minute and I love your writing style so hopefully you can do it! Mike x reader and reader has a daughter from a previous relationship and Mike is looking for a respectful way of talking about her! I was picturing it in the another man magazine article he did but whatever you think is best!

Anon, darling, you came to the right person for this because I already had an idea brewing. For the Mike x famous reader universe, I have multiple scenarios for when they meet, but the one where she has a daughter with someone else is actually a new idea I’ve been dabbling with for nearly a week.

The father isn’t in her life, our reader is just being a single mother, so when the two of them do start dating, Mike is very much treading on his responsibilities, because he doesn’t want to overstep, but he also wants to help when he can. I think it also takes her a little bit to warm up to Mike, just because she’s a shy girl, and she’s around 3-years-old when they meet. But once he asks to see her Barbie’s, oh man, it’s game over. They become best friends. She’s always asking for “Bike” to come over.

(It’s hard because she primarily lives in New York, and of course he’s in Ohio, so she doesn’t understand why Bike can’t just come over right now).

He even has a room made up for her at his house. He painted the whole thing, got her a bed set up, even bought her some of her favorite toys for her to just keep there for when she visits.

When they do the interview, I can see Mike carefully bringing her up over lunch. Maybe the background of his phone is a photo he took of her sitting on a giant pumpkin from when the three of them went to the pumpkin patch the previous fall.

When I bring up the photo, he pauses to look down at his phone with uncertainty, but it vanishes quickly before you had a moment to process his emotions.

“That’s my girlfriend’s daughter… We went to the pumpkin patch last year and she wanted to bring home the biggest one she could find but… She bit off more than she could chew.” He laughs, unlocking his phone and begins to scroll through is camera roll, pointing to photos he’s taken of her over recent months.

“This one,” he says, turning his phone around to show me a selfie he had taken himself. “She wanted to play ‘Beautiful’ as she calls it… She does my makeup and hair to make me look beautiful.” The photo shows Mike with bright blue eyeshadow, glitter covering his cheeks, bright pink lipstick adorning his lips, and ribbon tied precariously in his hair. “It did make me feel pretty beautiful.”

Lastly, he shows me a photograph he keeps folded neatly in his wallet; it’s of the two of them in his dressing room from when he was on the West End last summer. She wears his cowboy hat and boots, much too big for her, while he is bent down to kiss her cheek.

She’s mentioned later in the article when Mike talks about how his refrigerator is covered in drawings she’s made for him, and his favorite, when asked, is the one of three stick figures, and one stick dog, standing in front of a house – presumably his – with the words ‘I love my family’ written atop. He then says he’s working on getting it laminated and framed.

#mike faist #mike faist x reader #mike faist x famous reader #mike faist imagine

[justdaphne]

The Crows during Barbenheimer

Kaz

You can tell what color he’s already wearing. LITERALLY straight out of Oppenheimer.

“Kaz can you get Barbie tickets I already got Oppenheimer”

“6 tickets” “for Oppenheimer?” *stares* “Barbie”

Kaz was awake during the whole duration of Oppenheimer. He actually liked it.

Of course, he understands it. Everything. Afterwards, he had a discussion with Wylan for better bomb creations

“KAZZZZ I DONT GET ITTTT” “not everyone has the level of intelligence to.”

For Barbie, Nina managed to sneak some pink paint onto his coat

Honestly, he didn’t like it but he understood the message and was there for Inej (only) who was probably getting a tad bit emotional (who else wasn’t) So he tried his best to comfort her.

Jesper

A pink atomic bomb dropped on him

“CMON BARBIE LET’S GO PARTY I’M A BARBIE GIRL IN A BARBIE WORLD ..” He’s been singing that song non-stop.

Jesper slept during Oppenheimer. He was probably most awake during THAT scene though.

“I DONT GET IT WHAT DOES IT MEAN” “What did he say?” “HUHHHH” “WHEN IS THIS OVERRRRR” “Wylan this is YOUR THING”

“JESPER STFU”

A whole different person during Barbie. Got the Barbie popcorn, Barbie tumblr, even decorated his guns pink.

After the movie? A sobbing mess.

“I am Kenough. I AM KENOUGH.”

Continues not stopping to sing Barbie girl

Inej

Personally, I think she wore a less flashy color of pink..so dark pink? (Does she even have pink?) Well Nina helped.

“Inej what’s he doing?” yeah she does the explaining but not all of it BECAUSE SOME PEOPLE KEEP TALKING DURING THE MOVIE, SO SHE LOSES FOCUS ON WHAT THEY’RE SAYING.

“Please don’t tell me you plan on recreating that bomb Kaz”

She probably felt bored in some of the scenes.

During Barbie she had the time of her life. Laughing (Kaz was somewhat smiling because of that) Dancing in her seat during uplifting music playing and also tearing up. Especially during that line about the struggles of women.

She felt Kaz’s hands squeezing hers.

Pretty much comforting everyone else after the whole film (Mom of the group thingssssss)

Wylan

I think he’d wear black with a tad bit of pink to match both movies

HE ABSOLUTELY LOVEDDD OPPENHEIMER. He found it so interesting. Also inspiring maybe

“Maybe I can.. NO I WON’T”

Father son moment with Kaz about stuff . They were talking about everything that happened but most importantly if Wylan could recreate it but that’s dumb hahaaha Inej stopped it right away

HE ALSO ABSOLUTELY LOVED BARBIE. Ryan Gosling.

Laughing, dancing, crying too but he had to comfort Jesper.

The only person he could deeply analyse the movie with was Inej because everyone else was busy crying, comforting or Kaz.

“I loved how ..”

Nina

Dressed in absolutely the Barbiest pink you can imagine. And a cowboy hat.

In Oppenheimer she can literally tell who a character is played by. “IS THAT DEVIN BOWSTICK”

Most definitely awake during THAT scene. “I have a crush on Florence Pugh.”

After that, she doesn’t understand a thing. BOMBS. EXPLOSION. CILLIAN. that’s it.

She needed a whole 30 minute explain video.

“I come out of the cinema as J R Oppenheimer.”

“Nina, you know nothing about quantum physics.”

Like Jesper, SOOO HYPED FOR BARBIE. BARBIE GIRL. BARBIE WORLD. MARGOT ROBBIE. MOSTLY MARGOT ROBBIE.

“WATCH ME. DAAAAANCCEEEEE DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY”

A sobbing mess pt 2

But it’s fine because Barbie World started playing so she’s dancing again. With puffy eyes. #moodswings

“That..was a cinematic masterpiece. *intellectual statement*” but like 2 business days after the movie because she needed time to process and think and recover.

Matthias

Nina would PERSONALLY make Matthias try out a whole wardrobe. Black? Pink? Black AND Pink??????

“Nina, let me wear whatever I want”

“NO.”

He’s just there because Nina is there. Probably judges the whole Oppenheimer movie.

“Is that ethical?” “Is that reasonable?” “IS THAT BIBLICAL?”

But overall he probably was just silent during Oppenheimer.

But of course, he does have some statements about the movie #critic101 .

“So Matthias what do you think?” “It was a cinematic masterpiece.. Christopher Nolan.. *blah blah blah*”

He secretly enjoyed Barbie. Secretly. Maybe he said it was too girly for him but he secretly liked it.

“I’M JUST KEN ANYWHERE ELSE I’D BE A TEN”

Of course, he comforts Nina because she’s sobbing. Hugs her. Kisses her. And reassures her.

He tells her that he’s grateful for someone like her in his life and he thanks her for being as strong as she is no matter how hard it is. Which makes her cry harder.

#grishaverse #leigh bardugo #six of crows #crooked kingdom #soc #ketterdam #ck #kaz brekker #freddy carter #inej ghafa #nina zenik #matthias helvar #helnik #wesper #jesper x wylan #kaz and wylan #wylan van eck #oppenheimer #barbie #margot barbie #barbenheimer

[x-liv25-jamieswife]

hii can you do some alisa and nash headcanons please :( alisa isnt very popular but i love her all the same💗

alisa and nash head canons

of course<3. i’m not sure whether you want them as friends or as a couple though (i'll do them as a couple but if you wanted smth else, feel free to send another request). my period is still killing me so might be shitty. hope you like them <3.

nash used to love getting head massages from alisa bc she has really long fingers.

alisa used to pick out his outfits bc she thought his taste in clothing was atrocious (she still does)

she used to wear cowboy hats just to make him happy.

alisa actually loved getting nose kisses from nash. they would tickle and make her giggle.

in heels, she's taller than him and used to tease him about it.

the had matching phone screens.

to everyone's surprise (or not), alisa is a great horse rider (not only horses though iykyk) thanks to nash

as kids, nash used to pick her flowers from their garden, put them in bouquets, and place them on her bed for her to find when she got home.

alisa knows nash is a swiftie so she would buy him every vinyl and some of the merch she thought he liked. she'd wrap it up in cowboy themed wrapping paper and give it to him.

when alisa was still a law student, nash would send her little care packages to make sure she had food to eat and stuff.

alisa used to sit in between nash's legs and rest her head on his chest while they both read.

nash proposed to her on this one cliff that alisa used to go to a lot as a child when she needed to escape.

they cuddled every night bc they're both always very chilly

when nash was still living at the house and had responsibilities, alisa would make him schedules so he wouldn't forget what he had to do.

nash used to put her hair up in buns in the morning bc she had no idea how to make her hair look good. she eventually learned though.

they used to fight a lot about having kids. nash wanted some in the future, but she wasn't so sure.

she would fall asleep in her office quite often, and nash would have to carry her back to their room.

when nash thought alisa needed a break from work, he would take her out on motorcycle rides (she hated them but loved being with nash)

alisa hates hearing noise when she works so nash bought her noise cancelling headphones

alisa had to hold nash in her arms whenever a new taylor swift album came out bc he would freak out and cry.

nash's favorite sound used to be alisa's laugh (until he met libby)

nash would mess up alisa's hair bc he knew it pissed her off.

the only person who makes/made alisa laugh is nash (his jokes were out of this world)

they both know sign language and used to tell each other they love each other using it.

nash works as a bartender (canon). he used to make new drinks at home for fun and make alisa try them.

alisa used to call nash 'princess'

#the inheritance games #grayson hawthorne #avery grambs #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne #libby grambs #alisanash #alisa ortega

[withlove-amber]

Halloween Costumes

alden parker x reader

This is for all my southern gals, hope you like it!

“I’m sorry to ask you this last minute, but would you mind taking Victoria trick-or-treating for me this Friday?” Jimmy asked (Y/N). “Of course Jimmy! I love Victoria, she’s like the sweetest kid I’ve ever met.” (Y/N) replied. “Thanks, (Y/N), I was hoping I’d be able to finish this case in time, but with the newest body we found… it’s not looking good.” “Anytime, Jimmy. Plus, I think she’ll like my costume.” (Y/N) replied, happy she has an excuse to dress up for Halloween. “Ooh, what’s your costume? Unless it’s a surprise.” Jimmy said. “Nah, you’re good. I think I’m going as Cowgirl Barbie.” “Oh, nice. Victoria says her’s is a surprise. She won’t tell me what it is.” Jimmy replied. “I’ll take pictures for you. Do you want me to pick her up and we can get ready here at NCIS?” (Y/N) asked. “That would be awesome, thank you.” Jimmy replied, grateful for his friend. 

~time skip to Friday~

“Hey, (Y/N), got any plans for tonight?” Jessica asked. “Yeah actually, I do. I’m taking Victoria trick-or-treating for Jimmy.” (Y/N) said. “Aww, cute! Are you dressing up?” Jessica asked. (Y/N) wasn’t sure if she should tell her friend the truth, but ultimately decided to. “Yeah, I am.” “Ooh, what are you going as?” Jessica asked, taking a sip of coffee. “It’s a surprise.” (Y/N) said, not wanting to be judged for her costume. “You have no idea, do you?” Jessica asked, wanting (Y/N) to reveal her costume. “No, I do… I just don’t want to be made fun of for it.” “I’m not going to make fun of you for it. I promise.” Jessica said. “Fine, it’s Cowgirl Barbie.” (Y/N) said, waiting for the laughter to begin. “Like from the new Barbie movie? That’s cute. It's so you.” Jessica said, trying to hold back her laughter at her friend’s choice in costume. “Thanks.” (Y/N) said, relieved her friend didn’t laugh in her face like she expected. “Plus, Parker loves hearing your accent peak through. So imagine the look on his face when he sees you in it.” Jessica said, ending with a wink. 

(Y/N) did have a crush on her boss, but she didn’t think he felt the same. But after what Jessica said, she was starting to wonder if her feelings were as one-sided as she thought. ‘Does he really like my accent?’ (Y/N) thought to herself. After a few hours, (Y/N) picked up Victoria as promised and brought her to NCIS. “Hey, what’s up Victoria?” Nick said when he spotted Victoria and (Y/N) exiting the elevator. “Hi, Uncle Nick. (Y/N)’s taking me trick-or-treating tonight!” “What are you dressing up as, Victoria?” Nick asked. “It’s a surprise, Uncle Nick.” Victoria replied. “Wow, you’re not even going to tell your favorite uncle?” Nick said, feigning offense. “Come on, (Y/N), let’s get ready!” Victoria said, grabbing (Y/N)’s hand. 

(Y/N) and Victoria went down to Kasie’s lab to get ready for the night ahead of them. As they came back to the bullpen (after taking photos with Kasie for Jimmy), they heard a myriad of ‘wows’ and ‘I love it’ coming from the team. Victoria came out first, showing off her Tinkerbell costume. After about a minute, (Y/N) came out and heard almost the same thing from the team, minus the “Wow you look so pretty” from Nick. He did whistle though, making (Y/N) glad she chose that particular costume. The costume consisted of a vest, flared pants, and a matching cowboy hat, all in the same shade of Barbie pink.

Parker wasn’t there when they came out to show off their costumes, as he was asking Jimmy for an update on the case. But what he saw when he came back up the stairs, he’ll never forget. (Y/N) was sitting at her desk, feet resting on her desk, showing off her brown cowboy boots. She was pretending to talk on the phone, while Nick took a photo of her. ‘So this was the mystery costume…wow. She looks great. It's so her.’ Parker thought. He was starting to wonder why she was dressed up. Yes, it was Halloween, but people don’t dress up at NCIS very much. He didn’t have to wonder for very long, as he spotted Victoria in her costume. 

Victoria and (Y/N) took photos with the team, as promised to Jimmy. When it was time to take a picture with Parker, (Y/N) started feeling even more nervous than she was already feeling about the entire situation. Parker didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable, so he asked if he could put his hand on her waist. He wasn’t expecting her to say “Sure, Alden.” She didn’t just call him “Parker”, but “Alden”.  (Y/N) wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but she thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of his hand  on her waist. She often wondered how gentle his touch would be. Every thought and every daydream had nothing on the real thing. 

Earlier when she was getting ready with Victoria, she briefly wondered if Parker would find it adorable or weird. ‘Please be adorable.’ (Y/N) thought. Little did she know, he really liked the way she looked in that costume. He didn’t want to make it obvious, but he couldn’t tear his beautiful hazel green eyes away from the sway of her hips as she walked with Victoria to the elevator. But he forgot for a moment that he works with extremely intelligent individuals who can read human behavior like there’s no tomorrow. So him trying not to be obvious didn’t quite work out the way he wanted it to. 

“So Parker, what’d you think of (Y/N)’s costume?” Torres said, with a smirk forming on his face. Parker knew he wouldn’t stop being teased by the team, but he was okay with it because he had hope that one day (Y/N) will feel the same. Little did he know, she already did.

#ncis #alden parker #alden parker x reader #nick torres #jessica knight #kasie hines #jimmy palmer #victoria palmer

[live-laugh-lenney]

i extensively think about george having a swiftie gf and not only does he sit and listen to her explain the backstories behind each song and the parallels in lyrics but he surprises her with eras tour tickets and his ig story the entire night is just videos of his girl having the time of her life screaming the lyrics to lover to him <3

this is so cute, oh my-

in the weeks leading up to the show in london, she's preparing outfits for them.

she's scouring the internet for inspiration, saving ideas on a pinterest account that she made specifically for her eras show she was going to attend with george, looking on every single website she can find online when she had a spare moment to get an idea for more than 1 outfit. sending screenshots to george to see what his opinions were, what he was planning on wearing and whether she could alter his outfit so it seemed fitting to the theme of the eras tour.

and when the day comes, it's like a second christmas day for her.

she's up early in the morning so she could enjoy the whole day, she's blasting taylor swift songs around the flat which wakes up the rest of the boys which they couldn't be mad at, for too long, because she was having so much fun singing and dancing around the kitchen as she made breakfast and she was so excited for the show that night that they could dampen her spirits, speaking about nothing else but the night to come.

george has a whole day planned out for her, too.

they spend all morning getting ready together. she plays her music during her shower (which george shares with her because it's the one thing he enjoys doing knowing the boys can't really hear them over the sound of the water), she laughs when george sings along to some of the music because he had definitely been learning a few of her songs so he didn't seem out of place at wembley, and she even goes to town on decorating his face with glitter and some fancy patterns so he really looked the part. and once they're dressed in their almost matching outfits, lots of sequins glistening in the sunlight filtering through the windows and a cowboy hat for both of them on their heads, they get arthur to take photos of them before they disappear out the front door for the day.

they go out for an early dinner where they consume cocktails and she posts it online because she's really having the best day of her life with the one guy she truly loves. the one guy she wanted there with her. in her eyes, he had truly given her the best gift and she was thankful for the effort he had put in to make sure she had a great time. so by the time they're in wembley, they're a little buzzed and she's even more excited when she realises he's got floor tickets for her... which was more than she ever imagined.

and people recognise them, once they're seen inside of the venue, of course!

so lots of friendship bracelets are shared and exchanged with his fans and photos are taken; she even agrees to be a part of someone's tiktok video that george finds absolutely hilarious to witness. where yn wasn't someone well-known or on social media as often as he was, it felt ironic for him stand back and watch his girlfriend take his place on the app. and it made yn feel loved and included amongst those who love george for his content.

there's one photo posted between the two of them...

... and it's on george's instagram. a photo of yn with her back to the camera, arms in the air, as she's mid-dancing to one of her favourite songs playing on the setlist. a photo that george wanted to keep forever because she was in her element. and he felt pride to know she was truly enjoying herself.

"that was the best night of my life," she cries softly, cheeks absolutely sodden with tears of happiness once the show had finished, standing in the middle of the almost empty floor space with confetti littering the floor, her arms wrapping around his neck as she presses a kiss to his cheek, "thank you, george."

"you're welcome, rascal," he grins widely, wrapping his arms around her waist and hugging her close to his chest, her cheek resting on his clothed shoulder, "i'm glad you had the best night, babe."

"it was even better spending it with you," she admits and looks up at him, "seriously, i have no idea how i'm going to top a surprise for you."

"i'm not expecting anything in return, silly girl," he laughs and shakes his head, "just seeing you happy is enough for me, yeah?"

she nods and looks around as the fans around them start to make their way to the exits of the venue, "we should start heading home. as much as i'd love to stay here all night, i can feel my throat has been ripped to shreds."

"let's go," george unravels his arms from her waists and slips his fingers between hers, "plenty of tea for you over the next couple of days." xx

#george clarkey #george clarkey imagines #george clarkey fics #george clarkey headcannons #george clarkey blurbs #george clarke #george clarke blurbs #george clarke headcannons #george clarke fics #george clarke imagines

[tazerecraft]

do you have any headcanons or thoughts about a little Roier and his dads?

like around the time Roier was sad and got adopted by Vegetta, all I could think about was that this is the perfect set up for a small Roier getting taken cared of by Vegetta and Foolish. i think that would be adorable :D

Of course, anon! Here are some of my little!Roier w/ cg!Foolish & cg!Vegetta headcanons/thoughts (ft. a bit of Cellbit and Leo)

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Vegetta is very affectionate with Roier, he calls Roier nicknames and gives him gifts when he can

Vegetta is also not hesitant to give physical affection, wrapping Roier in a blanket and holding him, giving him cheek kisses, or doing family hugs

Foolish (poorly) does magic tricks for Roier and Vegetta always plays along

ex. Foolish pulls a coin from behind Roier’s ear and Vegetta pretends that it’s real too

Roier is a hyper little and Foolish matches his energy 100%, he wants to play cowboys? Foolish is pulling down his imaginary cowboy hat and putting on his best voice. He wants to go adventuring? Foolish is right behind him narrating it all.

if Vegetta is cooking or baking, he lets Roier have a taste and tells him it’s a secret between the two of them (Foolish knows but he acts oblivious)

when Roier has sleepovers with Leonarda, Vegetta and Foolish read them both bedtime stories together

Roier loves hide and seek

when Roier is upset, Vegetta is quick to comfort him while Foolish is a bit more awkward

It doesn’t mean he doesn’t care, though, if someone hurt Roier trust he would be there in a second to defend him

Vegetta and Roier will visit Foolish while he’s building and try to play jokes on him by doing things like placing random blocks when he turns around or leaving little signs with messages on them

also Leo loves her brother, even when they play fight, she’s always happy to be there while her dads are caring for Roier

sometimes they do painting and drawings nights and after, Foolish and Vegetta do their best to save every picture to put somewhere (it doesn’t matter the quality, of course, they’re a token of memory)

Roier also loves playdates and talking to the other islanders while little

he begs Vegetta and Foolish to bring him out to say hi to everybody

when he gets married to Cellbit, Cellbit becomes another caregiver but he can’t help but go back to his dads sometimes

of course Cellbit understands this, he just wants Roier to be happy and cared for and he trusts Foolish and Vegetta know what they’re doing

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sfw interactions only ^^

#qsmp agere #agere headcanons #agere thoughts #q!roier #roier #agere caregiver #agere little #fandom agere #safe agere #agere blog #q!foolish #q!vegetta #q!cellbit #q!leonarda #leonarda qsmp #sfw agere #age regression #request

[arse-crack-thistle]

rwrb characters and their eras tour outfits

so i saw this tiktok asking what we think alex and henry are wearing to the eras tour, so here’s what i think the super six would do if they were all going together (in new york, i assume)…

(in my head they all choose an era and base an outfit on that…probably nora and pez’s idea)

alex - he fights for reputation and wins. i’m thinking black, sparkle, and chains. leather jacket with a black rhinestone snake on the back and a black mesh crop top underneath. black distressed jeans cuffed over combat boots. chains around his neck and hanging from his jacket and pants. thin black sunglasses that he later uses to hold back his curls when the house lights go down. oh and he definitely has the sharpest black eyeliner on his lids.

henry - he has a choice: either live in his reputation era with alex or be his complementary opposite. so he chooses lover. i’m thinking ‘80s high school student with lover energy. light-washed jeans with white chuck taylors. tucked in, a loose-fitted pastel button-up with cuffed sleeves. maybe it has splotches of color or faded butterflies on it…idk some kind of print. on top, a hand painted jean jacket with “london boy” in loopy pink typography on the back. a glitter lover heart around his eye (bc nora insists).

nora - speaking of, i’ll keep this simple for her. a fully identical ring leader costume to what taylor had on the red tour. she may be an irl chaos demon but i think she’s anointed herself the unofficial leader of “super six does eras tour 2k23” so this fit is appropriate for her. i mean she almost made them all wear matching t-shirts like they’re a depressed cishet family at disney world but june talked her down.

june - the queen of fashion herself. this is the trickiest for me bc june wants to do folklore and just wear shortalls and the silver star cardigan to be comfy, but she’ll be damned before she doesn’t match the energy of the others. june goes with evermore and all in on “cowboy like me” to piss alex off since he almost went with rodeo wear. cropped cream fringe jacket with an elegant ivy embroidery on the back and trim. underneath, a bustier and shorts of the same fabric with the same embroidery. of course she’s wearing a cowboy hat, cream with the ivy details. and caramel cowboy boots (rounded toe bc she’s a utility girl). everything but the boots are custom made in austin.

pez - “this night is sparkling! don’t you let it go!” yeah so as soon as he saw taylor in all of her enchanted ballgowns, he knew he had to be her nigerian billionaire glitter prince. and that’s exactly what he does. he commissions a nigerian designer to make a suit and headpiece using akwete fabric in the colors of the speak now era’s visuals. all accented in rhinestones of course. he’s also all about the accessories with a watch, bracelets, necklaces, shoes, and glasses from various luxury brands. he does the absolute most, and everyone loves him for it.

bea - angel is in her midnights era, and i am here for it! bc of bullshit princess rules she couldn’t wear a bodysuit like she wanted. but no matter, she’s still going to shimmer. having not seen anyone do it yet, she literally learns to sew and diy’s a mini dress version of taylor’s yellow dress at the end of the bejeweled music video. it was totally, incredibly frustrating but she nails it! complete with lace, bows, and a little more sparkle, the dress hits so hard. she pairs it with sparkly louboutin boots and replicas of the hair clips and choker she bought off etsy. june helps her do taylor’s hairstyle from the video, while she does the makeup, beauty mark included.

so yeah that’s what i got. what do you think?? bc this is such a fun prompt and i could see each character doing like fifty different things lol <3

#rwrb #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #firstprince #nora holleran #june claremont diaz #pez okonjo #princess bea #taylor swift #eras tour #red white and royal blue #casey mcquiston #cmq #taylornation #taylor’s version #taylors version #swifties #swifty #swiftie #fearless #speak now #red #1989 #reputation #lover #folklore #evermore #midnights #meet me at midnight #my writing

[henswilsons]

to love you, for god’s sake

buck/eddie | 4k+ | ao3

Mr LAFD Updates Man meets a popstar. aka bad s6 spec. aka im so sorry.

“Wait, the Palladium?” is the first thing Buck says when Bobby gets off the radio. “As in, the Hollywood Palladium?”

“I can imagine so,” Bobby says, as he starts the firetruck engine. They hadn’t even gotten back to the station before they’d been radioed for an extraction in the local area; next to Eddie, Chimney is frantically guzzling the coffee Ravi had fetched for them only seconds before. “Why, are you familiar with it?”

“I wonder,” Buck starts, and then nothing else, ears flaming red. Eddie touches their knees together. It’s mostly grounding, the way he always does whenever Buck gets cagey, but also—he knows that look.

That’s the I think we’re about to bump into an ex type look.

Eddie normally tries to pretend that Mr LAFD Updates Man is one extensive bad dream, but when he’s dating the most good-looking man in America, who has also probably hooked up with half of millennial Los Angeles, sometimes the fact he’s a semi-famous public figure comes in handy. Namely in that he watched a TED Talk about powerposing and is not necessarily above evoking the Wonderwoman stance at Buck’s shoulder if someone ever gets a little too familiar.

(Besides. He did not suffer through multiple shirtless of pictures of himself being memorialised on what Ravi has explained to him is gay Twitter for people to think his boyfriend is on the market.)

“You wonder?” he prompts mildly.

He’s expecting Buck to maybe shyly duck his head, admit that he once dated a concession girl who worked at the Hollywood Palladium, or maybe even that he hooked up with a roadie in one of the bathrooms there—but then fucking Ravi looks up sharply, too. “Did you say Hollywood Palladium?” he says.

Bobby frowns in the rearview. “Is there something I’m missing here?”

“No,” Buck and Ravi say, at the same time. Then they both wildly hold each other’s gazes like they’re daring the other to say anything.

“Wait,” Lucy says. “Isn’t that country guy doing a show there tonight?”

“Country guy?” Chimney says.

“Yeah, you know him. What’s his name—Gary something? He’s the one with the…” She does an ambiguous gesture, snapping her fingers to remember. “Glitter. And cowboy hat. Right?”

The image vaguely rings a bell in Eddie’s head. To Buck, he says, “Don’t you listen to a singer who wears glitter and cowboy hats?”

Buck’s face has steadily gone redder and redder and he’s stoutly avoiding eye contact, and oh, yeah, he so does, and yeah, this is so him. “…No.”

Eddie is delighted. “Yeah, you do. He sings that one song about moonlight, right, that you always play when you’re cooking dinner?” Cowboys Don’t Dance, is what it is. Eddie will never forget it—it’s the song they had their first kiss to, over a half-greased muffin tin and an attempt at bran cupcakes. “What’s it called again… Dancing Cowboys?”

“Oh, fuck you,” Buck says, cheeks scarlet. “You know what it’s called.”

“You’re right,” Eddie says, to be an asshole, snapping his fingers. “Cowboys Do Dance.”

“Cowboys Don’t Dance,” Ravi blurts, and then claps his hands over his mouth. Lucy looks like the cat who just got the cream. Chimney is glancing between everyone like he’s watching a ping-pong match and grinning maniacally. “It’s called Cowboys Don’t Dance and it’s by Gerald Rhinestone and he’s literally my favourite singer of all time and he’s got a show at the Palladium tonight.”

Everyone stares at him. Buck points a shaking finger at him. “You’re a Rhinestone?”

“Of course I’m a Rhinestone,” Ravi snaps. “I have a Twitter account.”

“His name is Gerald Rhinestone?” Chimney says. He looks like he’s trying not to burst into laughter. “Is that a stage name?”

“Yes,” Buck says, “obviously. His real name is Dom Simmons.”

Eddie is so, so fucking charmed. “Obviously.”

“Don’t even start with me,” Buck says to him. “I know you know what that song was called.”

“Now, I’m not insinuating anything,” Chimney says, “but all I am saying is that that name sounds like it belongs to a gay pornstar.”

“Are we about to meet Gerald Rhinestone?” Ravi says, panicked. “Cap, did they say anything?”

Bobby’s voice is bubbling with laughter when he says, “No, dispatch did not let me know if there was a popstar there as well.”

“He’s not a popstar,” Buck says, “he’s a country star.”

“There’s a difference,” Ravi says.

“Man,” Lucy says. “I did not think the inside of his firetruck could possibly get any gayer after Buck and Eddie got together. And yet here are.”

Ravi maturely sticks his tongue out at her, and she sticks hers out in return. Hen says, “Oh, Karen loves Gerald Rhinestone. She always plays his music around the house when she’s cleaning.”

“What does she listen to?” Buck says.

“Her favourite is that one about horses. What’s it called—Ride?”

“Ride Until We Die,” Buck says. To Ravi, he mouths, basic, and Ravi nods gravely. Hen catches him and kicks him. “Sorry, but it is!”

Before they can start squabbling, the truck comes to a stop. “Okay, we’re here,” Bobby says, and then, before any of them can get out, he turns around in his seat, hooking an arm over the back of it, and looks at Buck and Ravi. “If—and I mean if—your Gary Rhinestone—”

“Gerald,” Ravi mumbles.

“—is in there, I want you to remember that we’re professionals and we have a job to do. I understand being starstruck—goodness knows when I met Scott Hamilton I blacked out—but we’re going into an active medical scene here, and I need you to keep your heads on. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Cap,” Buck and Ravi say. Eddie squeezes Buck’s knee.

“Who’s Scott Hamilton?” Chimney says.

Bobby frowns at him. “You don’t know Scott Hamilton?” Chimney shrugs. Bobby looks at everyone in the truck, and is greeted by blank faces. “Scott Hamilton? He won the Olympic gold in the 1984 Winter Olympics?”

There is a pause. “Oh, that Scott Hamilton,” Chimney says, feebly. Bobby just huffs a laugh and climbs out the truck.

Everyone follows suit, Hen and Ravi still hotly debating at how many songs and which ones they are can someone claim themselves a fan, but Eddie lingers to the back, with Buck, whose feet slow on the sidewalk outside the truck as he gapes at the big neon GERALD RHINESTONE sign across the front of the venue. He looks completely awestruck, and even though they’re at work, Eddie can’t help but nudge their hips together, just a little, coming to a stop beside him: Bobby’s at the front, anyway.

“You doing okay?” he teases, softly.

“I think I’m about to die,” Buck says. “God, Eddie, what if he’s there? What if I meet Gerald Rhinestone?”

“It’s two in the afternoon, sweetheart,” Eddie says. “You really think he’ll be there this early?”

“I don’t know! Maybe!” Buck presses a grieved hand to his forehead. It’s kinda hysterical how nervous he looks. If Eddie were any less secure in their relationship, he might have started getting jealous. “How’s my hair?”

“It looks good,” Eddie says; means it, because of course it does, because it’s Buck, who’s beautiful even when it’s curling and hanging over his forehead, but who also takes care to gel and comb it into place every morning. Buck smiles, a little surprised, anyway.

“Yeah?” he says.

“Yeah,” Eddie says. “Of course. You always look good.”

Buck’s smile comes a little softer. “You knew the name of the song, didn’t you? In the truck?”

“I’m not going to forget something like that.” He means that, too, because it’s not every day you kiss the love of your goddamn life for the first time, yanking open the front door, still in his dispatch uniform, Buck having beat him home by twenty minutes and stress-baking muffins for Christopher’s bake sale that Friday, barely getting a “hey” out before Eddie had strode across the kitchen, taken his face in his hands, and kissed him fucking silly—but also because the song is called Cowboys Can’t Dance. That’s the name of the song they had their first kiss to. Cowboys Can’t Dance.

It could have been worse, is how he comforts himself. He knows Buck unironically has Wonderwall on that playlist.

“Buckley! Diaz!” Bobby calls, halfway up the steps to the entrance. “You coming?”

“You’re a romantic piece of shit sometimes, Diaz,” Buck says, but he gets in an ass-pinch before he’s dancing up the steps, laughing delightedly as Eddie chases him up. “Hey, this is workplace harassment!”

It appears he’s mostly forgotten about Gerald Rhinestone, but it doesn’t last long. Someone harried greets them in the foyer, leading them into the mostly-empty auditorium, which is predominantly populated by venue and tour staff carting around wires and roadcases. “He must have completely misjudged the end of the stage,” the woman is explaining as she hurries down the aisle, the 118 close at her heels. “They were just rehearsing for the set tonight and then he fell into the orchestra pit. He’s okay, I think, he’s talking and awake and lucid, but I think he’s done something to his ankle.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Bobby says. “We’ll take it from here.”

She nods gratefully, clasping her hands into a worried knot beneath her chin, and steps back, allowing them to all peer over the edge of the orchestra pit.

To Eddie, it just looks like a regular guy on the floor, surrounded by people all still carrying instruments, but from beside him Buck lets out a squeak and Ravi mumbles something that sounds like a prayer for help. Eddie glances at them, but then Bobby is calling down, “LAFD, sir, just hold on for us a little longer,” and is herding them all down staircase on the side of the pit to enter in.

“How are you boys doing?” Hen teases as they descend.

“I think I’m about to die,” Ravi says faintly.

“I heard you praying,” Chimney says. “I didn’t know you were religious.”

“I was blaspheming and hoping God would just kill me.”

Eddie hides a smile. “There’s something kinda wrong with both of you.”

“Okay, funny, Mr Breakdown,” Ravi snits, and Eddie says, mostly on instinct, “LAFD Updates Man, actually.”

Ravi glowers. “I liked you better when you were straight.”

Buck lets out a hysterical giggle.

Eddie’s eyes adjust when they get to the bottom of the stairs. He’s never been one for live theatre—why see people from far away onstage when you could just watch a movie?—but he had definitely misjudged how big orchestra pits are. In his head, they’d always been huge, but this one is small, and crowded—both enough so that there’s really nowhere for Buck to escape to, though Eddie can tell he wants to as they all shoulder their way through what presumably is the band, still holding their instruments and looking worried.

And then—

“I told y’all,” says the man, still on the ground. He looks relatively okay, aside from his ankle, which is twisted at a nasty angle and beginning to go purple. Someone’s elevated it on a chair, and there’s a person behind him helping him sit upright. “You didn’t need to call 911.”

“Were you expecting to play the set with a snapped ankle, Dom?” a lady holding a banjo says to him.

“Well, no, but we could have just driven me. I’m so sorry about the inconvenience,” the man adds to Bobby, at the front of the group, and though he’s not talking to him directly Buck goes a pretty pink all over. “Thank y’all for coming all this way.”

“Not a problem,” Bobby says. “We were in the area.” He nods behind him. “Hen, Chim, can you check his ankle? Eddie, check for any head injuries.

“Cap, yes, Cap,” Chimney says, because he likes to think he’s funny, and then they’re swanning over, Hen and Chimney settling beside his elevated ankle and Eddie crouching next to him, pulling out his penlight.

“How’s your head, sir?” he says. The man turns to look at him, and—yeah, okay, Eddie gets the hype now. He’s more into the stocky guys himself, hence Buck, who is built like a barn, but he can’t deny that this is a beautiful man in front of him, all green eyes and dark hair. He can imagine this dude probably makes a killing on dating apps, especially if he looks at people the way he’s looking at Eddie. Damn, Eddie can’t imagine what he’d be like if he actually turned it on.

“Oh, all good,” the man says. He does a once-over of Eddie, probably verifying that he’s LAFD. “I didn’t hit it when I fell.”

His banjo player sighs somewhere above them. “Yeah, because you landed feet-first like an idiot and crumpled like a Coke can.”

“I’m just going to check your pupils, to be safe,” Eddie says, and flashes the penlight at the man’s eyes. (Or—he’s not really the man, considering Eddie knows who he is, but what does he call him? Gerald Rhinestone? Dom? Just Gerald? He feels as though Gerald Rhinestone must be in all capitals whenever he says it in his head.) The man’s eyes look more than fine, though his pupils are a little dilated. Eddie frowns, putting the penlight down. Maybe it’s just a little dark in here. “Can you tell me your name?”

“Gerald,” the man says, which at least saves Eddie the panic of deciding what to call him in his head. He holds out his hand, even though Eddie hadn’t been introducing himself. “And yours?”

“Uh,” Eddie says. “I’m Eddie.”

He shakes his hand. Gerald holds on for a little long. There is a choking noise behind them.

“Say,” Gerald says, finally. “You look kinda familiar.”

“Just one of those faces, I guess,” Eddie says. “Can you tell me the date?”

Gerald ignores him, squinting. It’s not until his friend holding him up sucks in a breath and says, “Holy shit, are you that Twitter guy?” that he seems to land on where he recognises him from.

And of course, it’s Twitter. It’s always fucking Twitter.

“Yes,” Eddie says, a little resigned. Whichever influencer slid into his DMs to reassure him that the internet’s memory was fleeting and he’d be back to his normal life in a manner of weeks was talking from their ass, because it’s been nearly a year and he’s still getting this sort of shit. (He supposes it doesn’t help that Josh is apparently still milking his likeness all over Twitter for dispatch interaction. Not that he knows this, because he deleted Twitter.) “Can you tell me the date, Gerald?”

“November twelfth,” Gerald says, and his eyes do another deliberate drag down Eddie’s body. It’s not until what definitely sounds like Buck from behind him makes a wheezing sound that Eddie realises, with a sudden start, that he thinks he might be getting hit on. “You’re impressive up close, Mr LAFD Updates.”

Eddie cannot be getting hit on by the man who wrote the song he had his first kiss with Buck with. This can’t really be happening.

“You should see him from far away,” Chimney jokes, from still beside his ankle. “Gets so much more handsome when you can’t see his face properly.”

Eddie is a professional, so he doesn’t flip him off, but then Gerald says, “Mm, I don’t know about that,” and he nearly chokes.

“Uh,” he says.

Thankfully, Bobby, his guardian angel, unknowingly descends on them, placing a hand on his shoulder. “How’s our friend, Eddie?” he says.

Eddie bluescreens for a second longer, Gerald still smirking at him, before he remembers, oh, yeah, technically in a workplace, and snaps back into action. “Doesn’t look like he obtained any head injuries—I think it may just be the ankle that got injured.”

“Good,” Bobby says. To Gerald, he says, “Our paramedics are just splinting your ankle so we can lift you onto a stretcher—you’ll be out of here in no time, sir.”

“Thank you,” Gerald says, though this is more of a leer to Eddie than anything.

To Eddie’s surprise, Bobby doesn’t move away at this; he stays, hand still on Eddie’s shoulder, as if deliberating something. Then finally, he leans forward a little furtively. “I have two firefighters behind me who are big fans,” he says, lowly. “Do you mind terribly if they come say hello? I think they’re both jumping out of their skin.”

Gerald laughs. “Of course. I love meeting fans.” He winks at Eddie, who feels himself traitorously blush a little. (Look, he can’t help it, okay? Gerald Rhinestone is a handsome dude.)

Bobby hasn’t even properly straightened before Buck and Ravi are making beelines, Lucy swaggering behind them, snapping at her gum with her arms folded. Eddie feels Buck’s hand dust across his shoulder, and he reaches up to smooth a hand over it before it then basically pushes him out the way and Buck settles in next to him, eyes huge and wide. “Hi, Mr Rhinestone,” he squeaks. “I’m a huge fan.”

He holds out his hand. Gerald laughs warmly and shakes it. “Nice to meet you,” he says. “What’s your name?”

Buck evidently did not anticipate getting this far, because he just kind of gapes. Eddie magnanimously steps in.

“This is Buck,” he says, and Gerald’s smile gets a little smirkier. “And that’s Ravi.”

“Hi,” Ravi manages, still stood. “I really like your vest.”

Gerald looks down at himself like he’d forgotten what he was wearing. For the first time, Eddie properly registers the pink sparkly waistcoat, unbuttoned to show off a lot of his tanned hairless chest. “Oh, thank you,” he says. “I like your… gear.”

Ravi giggles. (Fucking giggles!) Buck just keeps kinda gaping.

“I was just getting acquainted with your coworker here,” Gerald continues, and oh no. “He was just telling me about his stint as Mr LAFD Updates Man.”

“Oh, I wasn’t,” Eddie says, but it falls on deaf ears.

“I have to say, I’m a big fan,” Gerald says. “I turned on post notifications and everything.”

“Wow,” Ravi says, dreamily.

“That’s nice,” says Eddie.

“And when I saw him today,” Gerald continues, “I almost couldn’t believe it. It’s not every day you meet a celebrity.”

Buck and Ravi are nodding so intently Eddie’s a little afraid for their necks. “Sure isn’t,” Buck agrees, as Ravi says solemnly, “So true.”

Eddie laughs nervously. “Ah, well. I wouldn’t call myself a celebrity.”

“Mm,” Gerald says, still smirking. “Say, Mr LAFD Updates Man, I don’t suppose I could get a photo?”

Eddie—blinks. “Of me?”

“Well, sure,” Gerald agrees easily, “but I was hoping with you.”

Eddie glances at Buck. He’s not sure what he’s expecting, but it’s certainly not for Buck to be looking at him like he’s stupid. “It’s rude to keep someone waiting, Eddie,” he says.

And—okay. Well, then. “Uh, sure,” Eddie says, thrown. He’s had to get good at selfies, unfortunately, considering after the first one was posted online he has been exponentially accosted with more people asking for them, and due to the nature of his job this wouldn’t be the first that’s been taken on a medical scene—his personal favourite was with the girl who had accidentally been shot in the leg with a crossbow—but it is the first that he can see, in his peripheral, Buck and Ravi desperately trying to get in the frame of in the background. Gerald leans a little too close as he takes the picture—Buck’s eyebrow and birthmark makes it in, as does the flick of Ravi’s hair—and then, to Eddie’s surprise, passes the phone to him.

“To put your number in,” he says.

Eddie gapes at him, and then turns to frown at Buck. Buck prods, “Eddie, give the man your number.”

“Oh my God,” Eddie says, but does as he’s told. He doesn’t put a name, which maybe was a bad idea, because Gerald does so himself when he passes it back, as Mr LAFD Updates Man and a—Christ alive—eggplant emoji—yeah, after dating Buck for a year Eddie now knows what that means.

“I’ll text you, cowboy,” Gerald says, with a wink.

“…Okay,” Eddie says. This is bizarre. This whole day is bizarre. Buck vibrating next to him is absolutely bizarre.

“Can we get pictures too?” Ravi pipes.

And so Gerald fucking Rhinestone takes photos with both Ravi and Buck, and then also Hen for Karen, and records a video for Ravi’s Twitter followers, and then his manager asks if they want to take a group picture for his social media and Eddie somehow ends up between Buck and Gerald—who is still on the floor with a broken ankle, may he add—and feels like he’s stepped into an alternate dimension.

This is the weirdest fucking day of his life.

Finally, Hen and Chimney help him onto a backboard, and Buck and Chimney carry him out the auditorium and into the ambulance. By now, they’ve garnered company, and Bobby as well as the venue staff are standing shoulder to shoulder trying to keep the fans back. Gerald doesn’t help, waving to them from his backboard like a king on a dais, and then someone shrieks, “That’s Mr LAFD Updates Man!” and Eddie pretty much makes a run for the firetruck.

“Holy shit,” Ravi says, once they’ve all climbed in. “What just happened. I think I blacked out.”

“I cannot believe you got his fucking number,” Lucy says, with a laugh.

“Yeah, neither can I,” Eddie says, and knocks his knee pointedly into Buck’s. Buck is still vibrating a little—it’s kinda adorable, how fucking psyched he is, like a kid with an ice cream, but also Eddie needs some clarity here. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Uh, because Gerald Rhinestone was hitting on you?” Buck says. “Baby, I wouldn’t even be upset if you left me for him.”

Eddie gapes. Fucking gapes. Ravi says, “Word,” from behind his phone, probably live-Tweeting this whole conversation. Eddie wonders if it’s worth it to fall out the truck into moving traffic.

“What?” he says. “Why would I do that?”

He’s dismayed, actually, that Buck would say that, and Buck must notice, because he quickly takes his hand. “Hey, I’m kidding,” he says. “If you left me for him I’d be fucking devastated. Like, the kind of devastation I don’t think I could ever recover from.” The rest of the truck are politely pretending not to hear this. “It’s just… you know. He’s Gerald Rhinestone. I’d let you.”

Eddie is so, so confused. “Let me what?”

“You know. Have sex with him.”

Chimney barks with laughter and Hen elbows him. She is looking so pointedly out the window that her neck is almost at a full one-eighty turn. Eddie repeats, “Have sex with Gerald Rhinestone.”

“I’d be ashamed of you if you didn’t.”

“What the fuck,” Eddie says. “Why would I want to have sex with Gerald Rhinestone?”

Buck owlishly blinks at him. “Did you not see him?”

“I mean—yeah, I was there.”

“He’s hot like burning.”

“I mean, I guess,” Eddie says. “But why would I want to have sex with anyone who wasn’t you?”

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Lucy mutters, and Chimney starts rolling down the window, probably to make his escape, but all Eddie can focus on is Buck, the way his face softens, eyes growing soppy—but also so in love Eddie aches a little.

“You sweet-talker, you,” Buck says, softly.

“I’m serious.”

“I know, and I’m mad, because if our positions were swapped I probably would have sex with Gerald Rhinestone.” Eddie elbows him. “I’m joking!”

“You’re so not,” Eddie says, and Buck grins at him, kinda guilelessly. Big burly overcoats and seatbelts be damned, Eddie throws an arm around his shoulders, and Buck obligingly tips, head on his shoulder. “It’s okay. I’d probably have sex with Ryan Reynolds if he asked.”

Buck bites a little at his shoulder. “Asshole,” he says, but his fingers find Eddie’s anyway, link together even when he sits up. They don’t hold hands much at work, at most just a quick squeeze, but here, neither of them let go.

Bobby says, from the front of the truck, “That was information I didn’t need to know about either of you.”

“This whole thing is going on Twitter, by the way,” Ravi says. “So you know.”

Buck squeezes his hand and smiles at him, bright-eyed and pink-cheeked. For the first time, Eddie can’t say he cares.

#my fic #IM SO SORRY FOR WHATEVER THIS IS

[fanficforlife]

Chapter Seven

"And?" Anna asked, unable to hide the excitement in her voice. 

"And, we dropped Tate off at school then we picked up a few things for the ranch. After he took me fishing at the river. We didn't catch anything but I did push him in. He pulled me in with though."

There was laughter on the other end of the phone and you couldn't help but let out a giggle. "Oh, honey. I'm so happy for you. Have you told him yet?"

"Um, one time when we were kissing a few weeks ago it started to go a bit further, I freaked out. A flashback of the last time Nick..."

"And?"

"I told him that Nick r-raped me. He figured it out actually and I just confirmed it. I know I need to tell him everything but I'm scared. I...I really like him. What if he changes his mind about me? What if he tells me to leave because he doesn't want to risk it if Nick does find me? He has Tate to think about so-"

"Violet," she cut you off, "if he's as great of a man as he sounds, everything will be okay. Especially since his father and brother know and they asked you to stay after you told them."

"Yeah..."

"There's only one way to find out and the longer you wait, the harder it will be for you to tell him. It's kind of like a bandaid, just rip it off."

"I know, you're right. John is watching Tate tonight so Kayce and I can have dinner. We're going to have it in an old trapper's cabin on their property. If we tried to in the house, Tate would be there talking a mile a minute... I should, I will tell him tonight."

"It's going to be okay, hun."

"I hope so." You glanced at the clock on your nightstand. "I should go so I can start getting ready."

"Alright. Don't worry about telling him, honey. I love you and I can't wait for you to tell me that he didn't change his mind because of him."

"I love you too. Tell James I said hi. I'll call you tomorrow and let you know how it goes. Have a good night."

"You too. Talk soon, hun."

*

A knock on your bedroom door drew your attention away from your reflection in the mirror. You opened it to see Kayce standing there wearing jeans, a black button-up shirt, his boots, and a cowboy hat. 

His jaw dropped when he saw you. "Letty, you look amazing."

"Thank you." Heat crept across your cheeks as you looked down at the simple flowy, knee-length black dress with straps tied into bows on top of your shoulders that you had on. "You look nice too. I even got clean jeans this time." You teased. The other times the two of you had spent time together, it was usually during work or right after he was done. He was almost always dusty or dirty, not that you were complaining. He always looked good.

"Only the best for you." The red on your cheeks darkened and he smirked, stepping forward. He leaned in and gave you a small, soft kiss. "Ready to go?"

"Mhm." You slipped your hand in his waiting one and headed for the front door. 

*

The two of you walked hand in hand across the yard and through some trees until you got to the cabin. He opened the door for you and the smell of pizza hit you. One of my favorites. "You remembered." 

"Of course I did. It's pretty easy since it's also one of Tate's." He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you your waist. "I had to go to town to pick up some stuff for the ranch so I picked one up for date night." After placing a kiss on the side of your head, he took your hand and went inside. 

An hour later your plate was still full and you hadn't spoken more than a handful of words. You had only been able to pick at the slice due to the nerves already filling your stomach. 

"Baby?" Kayce's hand wrapped around yours, pulling you away from your thoughts. "Are you feelin' okay?"

"Yeah, I just- I'll be right back." You got up and went into the washroom. Your hands gripped the edge of the vanity. Tears pricked your eyes from the what if's. What if he breaks up with me? What if he wants me to leave? What if he gets mad? No, it doesn't matter. I have to tell him. After taking a deep breath and forcing the tears back, you opened the door. 

He immediately stood up and walked over when he saw the look on your face. "What's wrong?"

"I...I'm ready to tell you everything."

He guided you to the couch and you both sat down. Your eyes immediately went to your lap. "Hey," He gently hooked his finger under your chin and lifted it. "Remember, no matter what."  

A sad half-smile formed before you took a deep breath. "Um, it-it was always just me and my mom. I never knew my dad and she didn't have any other family. She was the best. She was a waitress at this great little restaurant and during high school, I started working there too." Your hands wrung together tightly. "The...the last month of my senior year I met Nick. He just finished training to be a police officer and started at the station a few blocks from the restaurant. He asked me out a week later. My mom didn't like him but she said it was my decision. Ten months later she died in a car accident. She was always trying to get me to break up with him but I loved him. I should have listened to her..." You trailed off as happy memories of your mom played through your head. 

"I'm sorry, baby." His hands reached for yours and you squeezed them gratefully. 

"I couldn't afford our rent by myself so Nick asked me to move in with him. Everything was good for the next year. Then the real Nick started to poke through. When he got mad he would call me names or say things but he always apologized and everything would be okay again. It went on like that for a couple more years. He became a detective and was great at it." You swallowed. "His parents were having a dinner party with their friends and family the night of my twenty-fourth birthday. They invited us and Nick insisted we go so we went. Before dinner, his parents thanked everyone for coming. Then Nick went up. He asked me to marry him, I said yes. The dinner party was actually to celebrate our engagement. Things went downhill from there. He went from just saying things to grabbing and pushing me. He was always jealous but it started getting worse." You took a shaky breath at the memories. "He wanted me to quit waitressing even though I loved it. His family came from money, his dad's the mayor, his mom stayed home. He never had to worry about working if he didn't want to. Whenever we were out and he had to introduce me to family or friends, they would make a disgusted face, like I wasn't good enough. I could tell he was embarrassed I was just a waitress so I quit. It wasn't long after that that he started getting mad about me still hanging out with my friends. I didn't have many, just a few people I worked with. He eventually cut them out of my life. That's when I started baking, I needed something to do. I also had to keep the house spotless or he'd get mad." You took a deep breath while Kayce's hand had a death grip on yours. "One day when I was doing laundry I found a girl's phone number in his pocket. When he got home I confronted him about it. He got mad at me for going through his stuff and admitted he had been cheating on me the entire time we were together. I took off my ring and set it on the table. He...he hit me."

Kayce let out a gruff breath.

"He apologized right away and swore he would stop. I knew I shouldn't but he has a way of getting into people's heads and I believed him." 

"He didn't change." Kayce gritted out and you shook your head. 

"A couple of months later I smelled perfume on his shirt. He kept picking up girls at the bar or getting together with old ones. I tried to break up with him and he got mad. He said the other girls didn't matter. I was the one he wanted to marry and be seen with. I laughed and he hit me, hard. He picked me up off the floor and pushed me against the wall, he said I couldn't leave because he needed me and couldn't live without me. He said he'd stop. He begged, got on his knees. I knew...I knew I should have left but I was scared, he was all I had. The things he said, I wanted to believe him. The next few months we moved into a new house and his mom and sister said we should finally start planning the wedding because I kept putting it off. I tried on dresses worth more than a years worth of rent for my old apartment, tried countless flavors of cake. We set the date for ten months later but there was something deep inside, a feeling. I couldn't marry him. When I told him, he lost it. He threw pictures on the floor, swore, and said terrible things. I told him I would stay so he would stop. After he fell asleep, I threw a few things in a bag, took the money he had in his wallet, and snuck out. He found me a few hours later at a motel on the edge of town. He dragged me home, hit me, choked me. I ran into our bedroom but couldn't lock the door in time. He threw me onto the bed and...and said he needed to remind me that I was his."

"Fuck." Kayce's fist hit the arm of the couch. "Letty, baby." His hand came back to yours.

You gave him a small smile and squeezed his hand. "The next few weeks, I acted like nothing was wrong. I made dinner, went to his family or friends when he wanted. When he got mad he would hit me, choke me. I was outside having coffee one afternoon when the neighbors came out. They saw me and invited me over. I talked to them a few times in passing but it was always just a hi. I invited them over instead so if Nick came home early he would know where I was and wouldn't freak out. They told me all about their lives. He used to be a lawyer before he retired. They didn't have any kids, they loved traveling. I lost track of time and Nick came home. He was mad because dinner wasn't ready until he saw I wasn't alone. He changed back into the fake we're the perfect couple Nick as they got up and left. The second the door closed he hit me. He thought I told them about what he was like and since they didn't know him they would believe me. He didn't want me to talk to them anymore. I knew I had to get out but I didn't have my own money. I wasn't working and my name wasn't on his bank account or any of his credit cards. I started hiding the money I found in his pockets when I did laundry or what he left lying around on the dresser. I would take money out of his wallet whenever there was a lot in there so he wouldn't miss it. After a month and a half, I had almost two thousand dollars. When he went to work that day I packed a couple of bags and left. He found me two weeks later in Mississippi. He grabbed me and threw me in the car but on the drive back to California, he was quiet. He was the Nick from the very beginning of our relationship. He said he didn't know what he was thinking the past few years, cheating on me, hitting me. He said he would go to a therapist, we could go. I wanted to believe that he actually changed this time but the closer we got to Southaven, where we lived, the more scared I got. Our neighbors were outside when he pulled into the driveway. Nick told me to stay in the car and he would open the door for me. The little sliver of hope I still had disappeared because I knew why he wanted to open the door. He didn't want me to talk to them. After he grabbed the bags, he opened my door and said he would do the talking. They asked where I went because they hadn't seen me around, Nick said I went to visit my mom. They knew my mom was dead because I still went over to visit them after he told me not to. Before they could say anything else he grabbed my wrist and took me inside." You took a deep breath as your hands started to tremble. 

Kayce moved closer to you and slid his arm around your waist. His other hand came back to yours. 

You held onto it tightly and stared at your entwined fingers as memories of that night played through your head. "I've never seen him that angry. He did everything like he would before; yelling, hitting, choking. But, harder, longer. I was lying on the kitchen floor trying to catch my breath after he choked me and he...he grabbed a knife." Kayce inhaled harshly. "He made the cut on my face so if I ran away again it would be easy for him to find me. I could change my hair, wear hats, different clothes but everyone would remember the girl with a scar down her face." You could feel the rage emanating off of your boyfriend. "He made me clean up before he dragged me into the bedroom and...he..."

"He's dead. He's fucking dead." Kayce swore, knowing what happened next. 

"After he said he would kill me if I ran away again, I didn't know what to do. If he found me after two weeks, I thought he would be able to find me anywhere. I did whatever he wanted because I was scared of him. I was miserable. I started thinking about e-ending it...me." Your voice was whisper quiet. Kayce gently pulled you onto his lap and leaned in, kissing your shoulder. You looked over and smiled at the sweet, caring man who was the opposite of your good-for-nothing ex. 

"I was on the porch checking our mailbox one day when our neighbors came out to do the same thing. They saw me and invited me over for a glass of iced tea. I knew Nick wouldn't like it but they insisted so I did. While they were telling me about one of their recent trips my sweater slipped off my shoulder and they saw a bruise on my arm in the shape of a handprint. I told them Nick stopped me from falling down the stairs but I knew they didn't believe me. I tried to leave but they stopped me and begged me to leave him. I told them he wasn't as bad as they thought. By then they knew he was a cop and who his family was. They let me go, if I promised to visit them whenever Nick was at work. They were the only thing that put a real smile on my face. I loved spending time with them. Nine days before I was supposed to marry Nick I was at their house and they handed me an envelope. Inside was five thousand dollars and a fake ID and birth certificate. When James was a lawyer, there was a guy in his firm that had a case involving fake documents, he tracked him down and got him to make me some. They told me they had a bus ticket with my fake name on it that was leaving in forty-five minutes, and a suitcase full of clothes for me. I didn't want to go, I was scared Nick would find out they helped me. After he cut me he said if I ever run away again, he would kill anyone who helped me. But, they wouldn't take no for an answer. They had a wig for me to put on before I left so when he looked at the traffic cameras by the bus station he wouldn't know it was me. When they dropped me off they gave me the phone so he couldn't track my number. Before I got on the bus they gave me a hug and told me I was like the daughter they never had..." you swallowed before looking at him with tear-filled eyes. "If-if you don't want me to spend time with Tate anymore because of Nick, or you-"

"Stop." He cupped your face. "Nothing that that piece of shit did to you changes my mind." His perfect eyes pierced yours. "I love you, Letty."

"You-you don't have to say that because of what I told you."

"Baby, I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. Your hair was blowing in the wind as you stood in front of the house with your suitcase. I knew then that you were it for me. You are the kindest, strongest, bravest, most beautiful woman I've ever met. I am the luckiest man in the world because you let me call you mine." His voice was filled with emotion. "I love you, Violet."

"Kayc," tears started to fall from your eyes. 

"I'm not expecting you to say it back. We can move as slow as you want, as you need. I'm not going anywhere." His thumbs brush the tears off your cheeks. "Can I kiss you?"

You leaned in and pressed your lips against his, giving him your answer. Your hands slid over his shoulders and pulled him closer as the kiss intensified. Nick disappeared from your mind and For the first time in you didn't how long, you wanted more. 

When you finally parted you were both out of breath. "Letty?" He could feel this kiss was different.

"I...I want to..."

"But?" He knew you were holding something back. 

"What if we start and I can't?"

"If you want to try and you need to stop then we stop." 

You chewed on your lower lip nervously. 

"Baby, I'm not going to be mad. I told you that I'm not going anywhere. You are the only woman I want to be with. I'll do whatever you need me to and wait however long you need."

You nodded slowly. "Can we try?" Your voice was quiet.

"Yeah, baby." His hand slid across your cheek. "Can I go outside and grab more firewood first? It's starting to cool off in here, you're starting to get cold." His thumb ran across your cheek. 

"Mhm." You stood up and he followed suit. 

"I'll be right back." He gave your forehead a soft kiss before going outside. 

In the meantime, you grabbed the blankets off the couch and made a cozy spot on the floor in front of the wood stove. 

He came back in with an arm full of already chopped logs that were piled up against the side of the cabin. A smile pulled at his lips when he saw the makeshift bed on the floor. 

"I'm pretty sure that's the most uncomfortable couch in the world." You giggled shyly. 

He put a couple of logs on the fire and set the rest on the floor before walking over. One of his hands went to your waist while the other came up and rested along your jaw. "Are you sure you want to do this? If you're not ready, it's okay. I'm perfectly happy just holdin' you."

"I want to." You swallowed. "I want you, Kayce."

"I'm yours, Violet." He leaned in and kissed you. 

After a few seconds, the need you felt for the kiss to develop into something more returned and your fingers started unbuttoning his shirt. His hands left you so you could slide his shirt down his arms. As it fell to the floor, you pulled his T-shirt off. He unzipped his jeans and added them to the pile while you untied the straps of your dress. It pooled around your feet and his eyes took you in. 

"You are perfect."

Red crept across your cheeks while he closed the distance, one hand went to your cheek while the other went back to your waist. You shivered from the sudden cool touch. 

"Sorry."

"It's okay," you giggled. 

"Come here." He sank down onto the blanket and you sat down on the floor next to him. "Better?"

You nodded as you immediately start to warm up from the fire and the blanket that he pulled over the two of you. Your hand came up and slid across his jaw before pulling him in. 

His hands went to your waist and held you close while he kissed you. Your mouth parted, your tongue slid across his as the kiss quickly became heated. He unhooked your bra before slowly lying you down. Your lips finally parted and he hovered above you. "Do you want to keep going?"

"Yes."

"We can stop anytime you want to, just say the word. Okay?"

"Okay."

He sat back so he could take his boxers off and grab a condom from his wallet while you pulled your underwear off. His eyes traveled up your naked body before he crawled back between your legs. You nodded as he looked down at you so he reached between you and positioned himself before slowly entering you. Your eyes automatically closed and you tensed up. 

He immediately pulled out. "Letty, open your eyes. Look at me." You did and the second you saw his warm brown eyes, you relaxed. His hand slid into your hair. "Do you want me to stop? We can and-"

"No, don't stop. Please."

"Stay with me, baby." His eyes pierced yours as he entered you for the second time. "Right here."

You nodded, keeping your eyes on his. "Mmm." A small moan escaped as he filled you. He slowly pulled out and gently thrust into you again, all while keeping your eyes glued to each others. Your ex and all of the terrible things he did vanished from your mind. It was just you and your cowboy. Your hands slid into his wavy hair and pulled him down, your lips met his fiercely. He kissed you back while continuing to move inside you. One of his hands stayed embedded in your hair, the other slid around your lower back and held you close. That small shift had him hitting just the right spot over and over again. 

"Kayce," your fingers dug into the back of his shoulders. 

His hold on you tightened, molding you to his body as he continued thrusting.

"Mmm," you moaned as heat began growing rapidly in your core. Your breathing picked up and within seconds he took you over the edge. "Kayc!"

"Letty." He was right behind you groaning your name. His eyes held yours until you both came down from your highs. When your breathing started to return to normal, he leaned in and gave you a long kiss before lying down next to you, propping himself up on his elbow. "Are you okay?"

You looked up at him and smiled. "I'm okay. More than okay." He chuckled huskily as he tucked your hair behind your ear. "Really though, I am."

"Are you sure, baby?"

"Yes. It was just you and me. Everything else, the memories, they disappeared." Your hand came up and rested on his cheek. "You are an amazing man, Kayce Dutton. You're kind and sweet. You were beyond patient with me and when you found out about my past you didn't run away. You make me feel normal again. You make me feel safe." Your thumb ran across his skin. "I love you."

He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. When you parted there were tears in your eyes. "Hey, talk to me."

"I just...I'm happy. After the past couple of years, I never thought I would be again. Then I came here and found you and Tate. Your family and everyone here have been amazing."

He wiped away a tear that slipped from your eye. "This is your home now, Letty. He is never going to hurt you again. I won't let him get anywhere near you."

"Promise?" You asked while memories of the horrible things he did played through your head.

Kayce could tell what you were thinking and pulled you closer. "I promise."

"Thank you."

"I know I've said it before but I would do anything for you. I love you." His lips met yours and you melted in his arms. 

When you parted, you both lay there nestled together under the blanket, listening to the crackle of the fire. All of the cows on the ranch were marked with the Yellowstone brand, a Y, but this was the first time you had seen the same brand on Kayce's chest. Your fingers traced over the raised, scarred letter that covered most of his left pec. "Did it hurt?"

"Yeah." 

"Why did you do it?"

"I didn't, Dad did."

You quickly tilted your head back and looked at him with wide, watery eyes. The tone of his voice, you knew it wasn't because he asked his dad to do it. "Why?"

"Hey, shh." He smiled softly when he saw the tears in your eyes. "Come here." His arms tightened around you and pulled you close. After kissing you, he eased back onto the pillow. "I graduated a couple years before Tate's mom got pregnant. We met at a party and it was just a one-night stand. When she got pregnant, she came to the ranch because she heard about my family, the money. We found out that she got arrested regularly because of drinking. She didn't work and a lot of the money she did get from the tribe she spent on alcohol. She didn't want a kid and came out to say if I didn't either then she was going to get an abortion. But, if I did, she would keep it as long as we paid her. Dad said yes, as long as she didn't drink while she was pregnant. Dad even paid for an apartment for her to live in while she was pregnant because she couch surfed from place to place before. She didn't drink during the first four months but one day when Dad went to check in with her, he saw a couple of empty beer bottles. After that she did off and on until Tate was born. Thankfully, he was in perfect health. She didn't want anything to do with him and signed him over as soon as she could. That was the last we saw of her. She died a couple of months later. Her and the guy she was with were drinking and driving. They hit a tree." He took a deep breath before continuing. "It didn't really sink in that I was going to be a dad until the nurse came out to where Dad and I were waiting and handed him to me. He was so small. The first two weeks after we brought him home were rough. I was scared. I was still a kid, how was I supposed to take care of one? I didn't think I could, I didn't want to try...I panicked and joined the Navy. I could leave for training in a few days. Dad freaked out. He told me I wasn't going and had to stay and take care of my son. We argued, and when he realized I wasn't going to change my mind he did this. He thought that it would make me needing to stay here sink in. It didn't. I was angry at him, scared of my son...I left. That's when Dad hired Mrs. Sanders. While I was gone Jamie and Lee kept in touch; calling, letters. They sent pictures. I finally came to my senses when Tate turned six. I quit the Navy and came home. I-I know Im a horrible dad-"

"What? Kayce, no." You propped yourself up and turned his face towards yours. "You are an amazing dad. Tate loves you."

"I shouldn't have left. I was selfish and stupid and-"

"And, I know that you would take it back if you could."

"In a heartbeat. I would have stayed, I should have stayed."

"But, you've made up for it. You and Tate have an amazing relationship. He looks up to you. You're the foreman of the largest ranch in Montana, he wants to be just like you when he grows up." He nodded slowly. You knew what was going through his head. "What you told me doesn't change how I feel about you. You are a great dad, a hard worker, and the most amazing man I could have ever hoped for. I love you."

"I love you too, Letty." Your lips met for a searing kiss. "I don't know how I got lucky enough to find you."

"Technically, I think I found you."

A playful smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth and he chuckled. "I think you're right."

"I'm right? Wanna say that again?" You laughed when he squeezed your sides. 

"You're right, this time. Don't get used to hearing it though." You giggled before starting to sit up. 

"No." He whined.

"I'll be right back." You reached for his shirt that was lying close by and slipped it on, doing up a few buttons, before getting up and going to the kitchen. When you turned around with what you went to get, Kayce was watching you with a smile on his face. "What?"

"You look good in my shirt."

"Yeah?" You straddled his lap, after setting two bottles of water and the pizza box on the floor close by. 

"Yeah." His hands went to your waist and pulled you close. "Stay here with me tonight? We don't have to do anything. I just want to fall asleep with you in my arms." 

"What if I want to do that again?"

"We can do whatever you wanna do, baby." He smirked and it made you bite your lower lip. That smirk is going to drive me crazy...in a good way.

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Room’s on Fire: Wildflower

NOT CANON NOT CANON NOT CANON!!!!!

This is a COMMISSION done for my dear @umnitsa based on my fic Room's on Fire. Rooms on Fire is Triple Frontier fanfiction cult au, however this does not have any TF characters in it, nor is it canon to ROF. However, things talked about are, and it is canon compliant and COULD have happened in theory.

Jonah Hanson (Timothy Olyphant) x plus size!reader x Marcus (David Habour

Timeline: In the past in ROF canon timeline, two years before the "uprising". Madonna and Iris arent in this fic but are talked about, Iris is 20 and Madonna is 10.

Summary: Jonah, Reader, and Marcus spend a weekend away.

Warnings and content: PIV sex, anal, anal fingering, m/m dynamics and sex but focus is mostly on reader. Some angst but not between characters, just their circumstances. Blowjobs, fingering, Jonah is scared of bee's tee hee. Mentions of Beatriz's sexual and physical abuse of Jonah and Frankie. General cult wanrings.

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"You belong among the wildflowers You belong in a boat out at sea Sail away, kill off the hours You belong somewhere you feel free Run away, find you a lover Go away somewhere all bright and new I have seen no other Who compares with you" ~Wildflower, Tom Petty

The house was ready!

You had been picking wildflowers while waiting for Jonah and Marcus to arrive, freshening up your little cabin in the woods. This was your getaway. Every few months, you, Jonah and Marcus find some time to get away and see each other for a night or two, have fun, make love, and relax. In Delta, they did their best not to be seen together. Friendship and relationships were dangerous, especially for Jonah and Marcus. Marcus was a pretty high up as a guard, just trying to get through the day without harm coming to his daughter.

Jonah was a similar but more precarious role. He was closer to the top, almost at the peak, a consort of Divine Mother, or “that bitch” as you call her. His daughter, Iris, is in the same dormitory as Marcus’s daughter, but she’s ten years older so they don’t know each other. You feel hands on your hips, startlingly you. You turn around and slap the person now in front of you.

“JONAH!” You scold him, but immediately go to touch his face. “You fucking scared me!”

“Oowwww!” He whines, pouting with his pretty lips. “You’re so mean!”

“Oh hush now.” You peck his slightly pink cheek and he smiles. You’ve seen him take way worse. “Maybe don’t scare me next time!” You wander off to set tea on the stove for Marcus, if he comes. Marcus loves tea. When his daughter was little, she loved tea parties and when Marcus was able to see her he always obliged her in pretending to be a princess with her small assortment of toys she was allowed. He grew accustomed to the taste, it always reminded him of her.

Jonah trailed after you, hips swaying before stopping and resting on one foot, leg popped out. You wanted to knock his stupid cowboy hat off his head and smother his face in kisses, but you had a few more things left to do.

You turn to your lover. “Think Marcus will make it?” 

He gives you a sympathetic look. “I dunno, darl’n, he’s try’n but he’s got a lot on his plate..”

You look down stiring the soup. “I know, I know.” You all did your best. Sometimes you couldn’t make it, sometimes Jonah or Marcus couldn’t, it was natural living in a high control environment. Still, you missed them and had hoped for a weekend with both. “Here, let’s eat. I’ll keep it on a simmer in case he comes.”

After diner, you laid on the couch in Jonah’s arms, his long fingers lazily fingering you. He wasn’t necessarily trying to bring you to orgasm, although it was near inevitable with the way he made your body feel. Jonah just liked to feel you. He loved your body, and spent countless hours in these hidden moments just familiarizing himself you every curve, every inch of fat, your smooth skin, the swell of your heavy breasts, and of course, the inside of your cunt. He had a body type that was for sure. Although Jonah certainly was just a lover of love, appreciating men and women of all shapes and sizes, he did gravitate towards big. He was a small man in terms of body type, a thin frame and slutty petite hips, he loved the feeling of weight on him. You and Marcus were happy to oblige. So, sometimes you laid like this, your full body access given to Jonah, your body comforting him and his hands bringing you pleasure by the fireside.

You heard the keys in the door and gasp. “Marcus!!”

Jonah grumbles about having to pull his fingers out of your dripping hole, but you jump up and run to the day.

Marcus opens his arms to you, folding you into his strong grasp. “Hiya, baby.” he kisses your cheek, then kisses Jonah as he approaches.

Jonah kisses him back and gives a warm side hug. “We didn’t think you were gonna make it.”

“Yeah, sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck. Fuck he was tall, a good couple inches of Jonah. “I was doing round on the dormitory and Lydia asked if I wanted to see her for a little, and well I just stayed until I had to leave, ended up a few hours.”

If there was ever a reason to be late, it was for your men to see their daughters. Delta split up families young, sending girls to live in dormitories around 12, but Jonah and Marcus had a different position. Jonah’s wife, Jess, died giving birth to Iris and Marcus’s wife, Lana, died of cancer when their daughter they adopted was 8. Marcus’ daughter was moved to a dormitory as soon as the funeral and grieving traditions were done. 

Jonah had all of 6 months with Iris before that bitch Beatriz decided it was “best” if Jonah moved into the mansion with her. She also decided it was “best” that Iris didn’t come with, seeing as she had her young son, Santiago and the boy she had adopted, francisco, there. Too many children, was her reasoning. So Iris grew up largely without a parent. Jonah tried his best to make time for Iris, but Beatriz didn’t allow much, leaving Iris and Jonah’s relationship strained. 

“Oh! Jonah, this is for you.” Marcus reached into his pocket, pulling out something covered in a napkin.

Jonah unwrapped a sugar cookie, looking at it confused. “You got me a cookie?”

Marcus barked a laugh. “No, I ran into Iris with my kid. She was walking back to the common room with some cookies for her friends she made, gave one to my baby and me, then wrapped one up for you.”

You turn to Jonah, still wrapped up in one of Marcus’s arms. He had a happy, small smile on his face, looking fondly at the cookie. Iris was angry a lot, often at him, but she found these little moments, small acts that remind Jonah she does love him, very much.

“C’mon!” You pull Marcus’s hand towards the couch. “Catch us up, how is she?”

But Marcus stayed planted firm where he was. “Aht, aht, aht, you think I didn’t see what you and Jonah were doing just a minute ago.” He yanks you backwards, your back flush against his chest and an arm wrapped around your middle keeping you pressed to him. “Jonah, want you to lift up the little sluts skirt for me, will you?”

Jonah set the cookie down, not wanting to eat it just yet. He wanted to save it just a bit long, a reminder that Iris still loved him, still thought about him. Making his way back to you and Marcus, he admired your bodies and bit his lips in anticipation for whats to come before lifting up your skirt. It was long, flowy, and he slid his hands all the way up to cup your breasts in the process.

Marcus chuckles. “Always so eager, aren’t you, Jonah?” Then slides the tips of his fingers over your slick core. “Hmmm” His voice verberates against your neck. “So are you, it seems.”

You were. You were always eager for them.

*

These men were your reprieve, and you adored each of them for different reasons. It wasn’t like you loved them, you didn’t think you did. You couldn’t, really, not in the situation you were all in. You worked long hours as a doctor, training the next generation as you were one of the few with any medical experience before the world fell apart. Jonah and Marcus were both guard, and their first priorities were their daughters. If somehow they found a way to get them out but it meant leaving you behind, they would and you wanted them to. Their children deserved a life. That’s honestly a reason why you loved them the way you did, as dear friends, as a reprieve. Few things were more attractive than a man who cared for his children.

Marcus was a symbol of strength. Do not let the roundness of him, the soft plush of his body fool you, Marcus could lift grown men in the air, and had no problem manuvering you where he wanted you to be. In fact, he had picked you up and placed you on top of Jonah’s face just now, sinking your body down to his awaiting tongue. Jonah was eager like that. Despite having a 20 year old daughter, Jonah was quite young himself, having had Iris at 19 where as Marcus had adopted his daughter as an infant when he was 40. There was a 10 year age gap between them, but Marcus never let his age slow him down. He had more stamina than men you’d fucked with half his years. 

Marcus fucked Jonah with a vigor you couldn’t believe, slamming into his ass again and again, grunting, using Jonah’s bent knees as leverage and fuck, did Jonah like it. Jonah’s tongue was something of legend, he could eat pussy for days, drowning himself in cum and slick. Maybe that’s why Beatriz latched on to him so much, that and his handsome face. And his hot fucking bod. And his beautiful cheeky smile-

“FUCK!” You scream, on the verge of cumming on Jonah’s face already, but you wanted to wait, you wanted to cum at the same time as Jonah.

“That’s right, baby” Marcus grunts as he slaps into Jonah, encouraging you. You loved when he called you baby. Pet names like were a rarity here, and when this all started they said they didn’t want to use them because they might slip and say it in the real world, but that soon went out the window. You were Jonah’s darl’n and Marcus’s baby. “Cum on his pretty face, can you do that for me? Be my pretty girl and let me watch you cum?”

You’re a panting, sweaty mess, two hands planted on Jonah firm, strong chest as you ride him. “Wanna see him cum first, please? CanI touch him?” Jonah’s cock twitched at the prospect. You honestly had no idea how he heard anything between your thighs, but he was something else. 

Marcus smiled at that. “Suck his cock, baby doll.”

You return the smile, walking yourself down your lover's body to bring yourself down to his throbbing hard, neglected dick and quickly take him into your mouth. Despite the sizable length, you’ve had enough practice and it goes down fairly easily, but Marcus still slows his thrust in order to not inadvertently knock him into your mouth. Jonah’s dick was fucking beautiful, long and veining and uncut, just fucking stellar to look at. It always made you drool and you took any chance you had to suck it. You and Jonah had more opportunities to steal away. You were the family doctor, Beatriz bringing you in whenever her little brat of a child had a sniffle. 

Recently, you’d been in charge of training Will in medicine, honing in his supposed “medicinal gifts” which was a loud of complete shit, but whatever. In exchange you were allowed a little more freedom, which was how you were able to take these getaways. Some days, Will would end things early, he had some pretty blonde girl he was seeing on the down low, so you liked to sneak away and find Jonah.

Jonah tasted delicious, and mixed with the musky scent of Marcus, the slap, slap, slap of their bodies together, and the way Jonah devoured your pussy between loud moans, you could hardly contain yourself. With the knew angle of you bent over, Jonah had taken the opportunity to feel up your buttcheeks, lightly smacking them just to watch and feel them jiggle. He always was an ass man. As you slobbered on his dick, letting yourself gag and drool so your saliva dripped down his balls and lubricated Marcus’s dick.

Jonah’s hands spread over your ass, and his thumb slid into your tight little hole, causing you to sigh in content and sink down further on his member. 

Marcus chuckled above you. “Jonah finger fucking that gorgeous ass of yours?” You whimper in affirmative, and he laughs again, muttering- “fuck’n predictable.”

Tongue deep inside your cunt, your asshole with his finger inside and Jonah’s cock stuffing your mouth. Everything was Jonah, Jonah, Jonah… until-

Hand grip your hair, forcing you to look up at him through your lashes as you sucked another man off.

“You’re gonna look me in the eyes while I blow my load into your little boy toy.” Marcus growls, and you nod. Marcus loved eye contact. He liked being seen. Jonah liked being used. 

Marcus was stunning above you, sweat beads trickling down his hair body, massive and imposing and absolutely fucking beautiful. He was commanding and powerful, the kind of man who made you wanna get your shit together. But he could also be gentle and kind. He made a good dad.

Filled to the fucking brim, you cum all over Jonah’s face and although he explodes in your mouth, never for a moment does he stop his ministrations on your body, drawing out your pleasure as he laps up your mess. Marcus does not cum quietly, but with a roar, the sounds of his orgasm echo in the rooms while you ride out the last of your climax on Jonah’s face.

*

Jonah always fell asleep right after sex. He didn’t get to sleep much between his duties as head of the guard and everything Beatriz needed of him. He’d been carrying so much of their world on his shoulders since he was only 19. That’s too much for someone with teen still in his name. At 39, his body ached like someone of double his years and he took sleep where he could get it. Sometimes he woke up to nightmares, but they were less when you or Marcus were in the bed. His body knew yours by the feel and felt safe. Usually, you liked to fall asleep with your arms wrapped around him to protect him from all his bad thoughts, but after Jonah was knocked out (Before Marcus even picked your exhausted body up off him.) You opted to cuddle with Marcus as long as Jonah slept peacefully. 

Your bodies were naked, a little bit cold so he pulled a blanket over the three of you. It’d been an hour of just talking and laughing, trying to keep quiet to not wake your sleepy lover. Marcus talked of his daughter with a twinkle in his eyes. You’d seen them together a few times, mostly when she wasn’t feeling well and Marcus was able to take her to you. The dormitories had a lower standard of calling on a doctor, but Marcus was frequently worried. Watching your wife die of cancer can make you paranoid, so you were happy to indulge him and check on the girl. She did get sick a little more than the average child, seemed like a weaker immune system but nothing of note. 

“She really likes painting. I mean, she’s always loved art but she’s really taken to painting. Good at it too.”

Delta required lots of hard work to keep running, to keep its people fed, there wasn’t a whole lot of down time. His daughter at only 10 was taking on chores and work already. Still, members were encouraged in a hobby, Decon Davis thought it was important to have an outlet. Marcus’s daughter was showing promise, and although there weren’t careers in art and she’d still have to do manual labor, it was good to know she had something creative to look forward to.

“What does she like to paint?”

“Nature, mostly. Pretty things. I mean, she’s ten.” He chuckles. “But I’m glad that despite everything, she’s happy. She says she likes to paint her dreams, so… yuh know, it’s nice to see she dreams of sunshine and flowers. She’s been learning portraits but uh…” Marcus laughs again, and you bounce with his belly. “It’s not so good yet. She’s do great! I’m sure! Just right now they look kinda funny.”

You could imagine. You loved hearing them talk about their kids, but Marcus was more open than Jonah. Honestly, you knew Iris better than Jonah sometimes. Iris had been picked for her leadership abilities and was being brought up for a future role as a house mother. Some thought it was because her dad was “sleeping with” The Divine Mother, and that may have had a part in it. Jonah was not above using his position to get his daughter out of physical danger and back breaking work, but honestly she had a natural skill. You’d worked with her on the medical portions, teaching her first aid and far beyond and she picked it out quickly. She was very intelligent, strong willed but not arrogant or prideful, and despite a tough exterior she cared deeply for people. She’d be good as a house mother, making this life bearable for the children of a cult.

“C’mere.” Marcus mutters, pulling you up on top of his belly and only then do you notice he’s half-hard again. You grind yourself down on him, feeling him harden because of you, and kiss him.

“My handsome man…” You mutter, prodding at his mouth with your tongue and he does not hesitate to let you in. He’s fucking delicious, tasting of cookies and cigars even after all the time. 

Marcus notches himself at your entrance. “You want it hard, or slow?” He’s asking for permission. No one’d been inside you yet except for Jonah’s fingers a few hours ago, and Jonah was more on the long side than he was thick. Marcus didn’t want to hurt you in any way you didn’t like but both you sometimes enjoyed the burn of him tearing you up. It was up to you.

“Hard”

Marcus kissed you, encasing your mouth in his to swallow your screams as he thrust into you, splitting you open on his fat cock. You were wet, he slid in easy and filled you up to the fucking brim. Jonah’s cock was longer but Marcus’s was fatter, stretching you out so fully for a moment you’re blinded, his dick resting deep inside you. He can feel you pulsing, your sweet, tight little hole just sucking him right up. He begins to thrust slowly, lazily,  enjoying how your cries settled into whimpers. Fuck, he loved being inside you. He respite, his safe haven. With you and Jonah, here in the cabin, he could relax.

It wasn’t always enough, sometimes he couldn’t shake worry for him daughter, the sweet little girl he was supposed to protect. How could he protect her when she wasn’t even allowed to live with him? That’s why he liked Jonah. Jonah got it, he understood the position this cult put fathers and mothers in. Keep their children locked away, they’ll never leave. Jonah and Marcus would never leave without their girls. There’d be no point in life without them.

But days like today, he could forget. Not forget her, never. She was always there, lingering… but he could have some peace. He could come here, fuck Jonah and their woman, make sweet, sweet love and have some reprieve from the vile world they lived in. 

Marcus pulls back from her, tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth gently. “Gotta be quite. Can’t have you waking Jonah up.” He teases you with a particularly deep thrust, hitting that spot inside you he knew made you scream.

“Well maybe if you -oh fuck!- didn’t have such a fat cock I could -shitshitshit- keep QUIET! Ah!”

Marcus slapped a hand over your mouth, glancing to where Jonah slept. He still seemed peaceful. He turned back to you. “You’re gonna cum, and you’re gonna cum quietly or else I’ll have to punish you.”

As enticing as that was, you wanted Jonah to sleep, so you tucked your face into Marcus’s plush shoulder, ready to bit if needed. He pulled out of you slow, then thrust back in hard and quick, repeating this process over and over until your pussy clenches down on his hard, pulsing and cumming and soaking him and you muffle your cries into his skin. 

“Off.” 

You slid off him, and as he reaches to jerk himself off, you bring your mouth to him. Marcus cums inside your mouth, thick ropes you wished you could feel inside your cunt. Tasting him was second best.

As you settle at his side again, ready to take a nap, you hear Jonah.

“Jesus Christ you guys are loud.”

*

You were outside picking flowers with Jonah while Marcus cooked breakfast. Well, closer to lunch honestly. The three of you had spent all evening, night, and morning waking up, fucking one or both of each other, then going back to sleep. It was messy, waking up in sweats and haze and heat, sometimes entangled in bodies, sometimes lips were on your cunt or Jonah’s eyes flickered awake with your hand wrapped around him. You all were very aware of each others boundaries and dislikes, so no one had an issues getting a head start on things while one was a sleep. It wasn’t unheard of to wake up cumming.

The sun was bright out and the wildflowers in perfect peak, bumble bees dancing around you. You had told Jonah to stay still, watching a bee hover around him. It landed on his cheek, making him freak out and scream a little. When Marcus rushed out to see what the screaming was, he found Jonah waving his arms around shouting and you on the grass giggling. Marcus threw a spatula at him. 

Tomorrow, you all headed back, and Jonah wanted to stop by and see Iris. He’d have to leave a little earlier than you and Marcus, but that was okay. Jonah picked flowers to bring to her. He wanted more than anything to grow Iris’s for her, but he had to prioritize trades for useful plants and seeds. One day he’d find them, one day a tradesman would happen to have the flower’s seeds and he’d learn how to grow them for her. For now, however, he’d bring her wildflowers. Depending on her mood, she may not want to see him, but if she sent Marcus with a cookie (which was fantastic, by the way) he’d try to bring her something nice. Jonah had used his position to leverage things for Iris on occasion, but usually to other people. He liked to make Beatriz think Iris didn’t matter to him, that Beatriz was the most important thing in his life. He wanted her to think that Santiago and Francisco were what he considered his children, that his own daughter was an afterthought. Nothing could be further from the truth, but it was safer for her that way.

“Jonah look! Daffodils!” You call him over. Daffodils were harder to find, not wild flowers but not necessarily rare. Still, not something Iris would likely find on Delta grounds. She loved daffodils. 

*

Marcus’s cock always stretched your mouth so fucking wide, you knew you looked rediculos trying to take it all, but Marcus liked how messy you looked. On you hands and knees you suck him off, Jonah railing you from behind, smacking your ass again and again, but never hard enough for discomfort. Just a little reminder to leave you for tomorrow of who you belonged to. 

Jonah loved you face down, ass up like this. “Fucking love your ass, darl’n” Jonah grunts, squeezing the fatty flesh, making you hum around Marcus’s throbbing, red dick. 

Marcus huffs. “Yeah, I think she can tell. You’ve had your mouth up in there half the weekend.”

“Not my fault she tastes so damn good.” He shrugs.

Your jaw a little achy, you pull off Marcus and stroke him, breathless. “You guys really can’t stop talking, can you?”

“Nope. Now, take a break and suck his balls, beautiful, doing so good.”

Keening at the praise, you do as you’re told and go down to his balls. They are too big to fit both inside at once, so you focus on one and then the other, all while stroking his thick length. Jonah was hitting deep, making you whimper and gasp as he hit that spot. A strangled moan escapes your lips when he gets closer to his release, kissing your womb and god, you couldn't wait for him to flood your insides. With Jonah, there was no worry of pregnancy, so you could get completely filled by him.

“Messy, messy girl…” Marcus praises, running his fingers through your hair, careful not to pull at any knots. 

“She’s about ready to cum again, can you believe it Marc? She’s so fuck’n easy.”

You go back to swallowing Marcus’s cock.

“Just a pathetic little thing, isn’t she? Gotta have her holes filled all the time. Gotta take care of everything out there, so she needs to be taken care of here.”

Jonah tsks. “Well, guess we’ll just have to take care of her, huh? Think we can -ohfuckimgonnacum- think we can do that?”

“Oh yeah, we can do that. Jonah, I want you to fill her up, okay? Then I think you should clean her up. It’s only right.” 

“Oh yeah, it’s only right. Fuck, cumming right inside you, darl’n you feel that? You feel me in your womb?”

You did, oh god you did. He was hot inside you, whimpering noises as he came, the pride at bringing him such pleasure making your heart sore. He deserved to feel good. But Jonah was not one to leave you wanting.

Pulling out, he helps angle you down without choking on dick, more on your stomach while you sucked of his comrade. Jonah then gets on sniper position, licking his dripping cum out of you. His tongue wonders, getting anywhere from your clit to plunging into your asshole, leaving his face a wet slobbering mess as you came on him three times before Marcus filled your mouth. 

“Don’t swallow yet.” Marcus orders. “Give Jonah a kiss.”

And you did. You kissed until Marcus’s cum from your mouth mixed with yours and Jonah’s cum from his mouth, until the three of you were one.

*

It was the late evening, Marcus added one more log into the fire, then settled back on the couch next to Jonah, both you and him laying on the younger man’s shoulders.

“This is nice.” You tell them, snuggling up to Jonah. Marcus’s arm wrapped around the back of the couch behind Jonah to scratch your head as you relaxed. It was so warm, you felt so safe… everything was so… good.

When you fell asleep on Jonah’s shoulder, the men let you rest for a while, getting your sleep before nudging you awake. “C’mon, darl’n let's get you to bed.”

You wrap an arm around both men and they help guide your exhausted body to bed, settling in on either side of you.

“Need you…” you muttered to them as Jonah kissed you goodnight, and he chuckled. 

“Need me that bad can’t wait until morn’n?”

You shake your head sleepily. “Need a goodnight orgasm.” Which made him chuckle. 

“Marcus, wanna take care of our girl while I kiss her pretty little mouth.”

Marcus was happy to oblige. He slide off your pj pants, exposing your wet and needy little pussy to him, sliding his rough fingers up and down the slick folds. You whimper, need rising in your body just Jonah kisses your unspoken words away. “Hush now, go to sleep. Trust us, we’ll take care of you… always will. Now close your eyes.” Marcus slides a  fat finger inside you, and you sigh, closing your eyes and relaxing.

“Atta girl” The older man praises you, caressing your thigh as you open up to him more. He feels so fucking good on his own, but the feeling of Jonah kissing your neck and gently caressing your breasts is working you up faster. Many hands make for light work. Marcus fucked his fingers into you, your sleep body thrumming inside. You’d fall asleep if you were so close to cumming. “Gett’n nice tight, Jonah, don’t stop whatever you’re doing.”

Jonah was lost in the sauce, licking and sucking and nibbling all over every inch of skin he could find on you. It was then you noticed him humping the bed. This was no longer about your pleasure, although he certainly was giving it, but it was about him about ready to cum in his pants with his mouth suckling on your tit. Fuck, he felt so goddamn good, three of Marcus’s fingers plunged inside you, stretching you, curling in to reach juuuuust right, and Jonah worshipping every inch.

When you cum, it isn’t earth shattering, you down see stars or scream or break headboards. Instead, you hold your breath for a moment, feeling them, savoring them as you cum on Marcus. Then, you let go of the breath, sighing and falling into sleep.

Jonah cums in his pants next to you, sucking a hickey into your skin as he groans into you. For all his complaining earlier, he can’t stay quiet either. Marcus pulls out his hard cock, jerking himself over your sleeping body, large and imposing, until he comes all over your naked and dripping pussy.

Both your boys clean you up and tuck you in. No matter how much they wanted to fuck you, they let you sleep. You deserved it.

*

The morning was bittersweet.

You enjoyed cooking for you men, filling up their tummies. Despite living in the big house, Jonah didn’t eat enough. You figured it was his anxiety. Marcus certainly ate. You loved watching him devour your food the way he devoured you, so you always made a nice big breakfast on your last mornings just to hear him hum and say “gyatDAMN baby! Good as hell.”

Jonah was quieter eating, but always had his signature smile on his face. You liked seeing his smile. You liked that no matter what he’d been through, the world couldn’t knock it off him. A new guard you’d just done an exam on reminded you a lot of him. Something Saha? You couldn’t remember, but he was a smiley lad too. Jonah never failed to make you laugh, to make you feel pretty and nice and sweet and like you didn’t like every single day of your life at risk.

Marcus was more stoic, aged and refined, the picture of safety, community, fatherhood, responsibility. He made you feel incredibly safe, like nothing could get to you, no matter the things you were planning, the people you were working with, the changes you were trying to make happen that you couldn’t talk to them about… They had there secrets, you had yours, but these weekends away they made life bearable, and you hope you did the same for them.

“Morn’m darl’n” Jonah came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you neck. “Smells good like always, thank you.”

“How long do you have?”

He sighs, “Maybe half an hour. Beatriz wants me back for some bullshit ceremony for rain with Ben.”

“Is that code for she fucks him too?” You immediately regret it. Jonah didn’t like talking about what happened between him and Beatriz or this recent between Beatriz and Francisco. Francisco was the same age Jonah was when the abuse started for him. He liked Francisco a whole lot more than he did Santiago, although you suspected Jonah still had a soft spot for the boy. 

He kissed your neck. “It’s okay honey. Why don’t you turn off that stove so I can get all up in your guts and show you how thankful I am for breakfast.”

He always managed to make you laugh, rolling your eyes. “And they say romance is dead.” but you do turn off the stove, because this is the last you’ll get of him for a while. 

Jonah bends you over the counter, nearly ripping your pants down with the force of his motions and begins to finger you open, two fingers in your pussy and a thumb in your asshole, bringing you to a whimpering mess before the pans cooled. When he thrust his cock into you, all your sadness of the end of the trip came to a head. It was desperate thrusts, fucking into you and holding you tight, never pulling far away from you body. He needed you, he needed to fuck someone who loved him, who cared about him, who treated him as more than a toy to use and show off. It wasn’t love, but christ it was friendship, it was caring and affection. There were times he thought he loved Beatriz, times he thought maybe she really did love him… Then he’d see the burn marks on his chest from cigarettes and he’d remember who he was to her. Disposable. 

He wasn’t disposable to you.

He wasn’t disposable to Marcus.

And despite their complex relationship, he wasn’t disposable to Iris. This was what happened. You three were who mattered. 

He filled you, again and again and again and when he tucked his face into your neck, you swear he felt wet, but you didn’t dare say a thing about it. His kisses were a tender contrast to the harsh, sloppy, needy thrusts of his hips. His arm slips down, rubbing your clit, and Jonah whispers in your ear, soft and loving. “Come for me, please.”

All it takes is a few more minutes, cumming on his cock with choked moans shutting and collapsing onto the granite. But Jonah wasn’t done with you yet. He pulls two more climaxes out of you feral and grunting, hands wandering over every inch of you, needing to memorize whatever he could of your softness.

“Jonah?” You whisper, face and upper body pressed into the hard surface. Jonah stops, cock buried deep inside you.

His voice is strained. “Shit, sorry, am I hurting you?” He softens, letting his body weight off of you.

“No, no, sweetheart…” But he separates from you. You turn around, grabbing him and pulling you right up next to your body again. “Don’t go… I like how you feel….” Soft, the kind of touch he’s not used to, you kiss his pretty lips. Jonah helps you hop up onto the counter and there he re-enters you. It’s less rough but just as desperate, sweaty bodies clinging to each other, your hands pawing at his back, careful not to scratch, careful not hurt him. Jonah liked when you scratched down his back, but you knew he needed something else right now. He needed soft.

Jonah came inside you, gentle kisses on your neck, chest, lips with sweet kisses.

*

It’s hard watching him leave. It always is. Jonah mounts his horse,  french toast in his bag for a snack on the way back and a bouquet of wildflowers and daffodils for Iris tied to the sattle. You give him a wave, and realize how, even though Jonah made you feel safe, he didn’t feel safe in his own life. You wanted to protect him as well. You would. Jonah was too close to the top to tell him what was happening, but you and Marcus were working on something with other members. Something that would change things. Something that would help fix this world and make a better life you, Marcus, Jonah, and their daughters. 

Jonah rides off with a smile, and Marcus wraps his arms around you in a bear hug. 

“He’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna figure this out.”

You sigh. “I know. I just worry.”

“I know.” Marcus kisses into your hair, squeezing you tightly. “I know you do. C’mon now, you and I got another few hours before we should head out. Let’s say we make good use of it.”

Marcus lifts you off your feet to spin you around, making you laugh again.

The laugh echoed down to Jonah as he road away.

**************

Again. NOT CANON. When we get more info on marcus and the past, mrcus and jonah have sexual and romantic tension but in my head they dont fuck. thats up to you. Howver, things like Beatriz physically harming Jonah, Iris training to be a house mother (hence why she knows medical, cooking, sewing, cleaning all that stuff so much) are all true.

Thank you May for this commission!!!! I love yooouuu!!!

#rooms on fire #jonah hanson #marcus ROF #david harbour #timothy olyphant #my oc's

[lee-writes-things]

☆ the hawthorne brothers+ avery, max, libby, rebecca, and thea during the eras tour ☆

a/n: co-written by @nutellani and i. this was originally just going to be stored in my notes app because i had a big brain thought but then i decided that tumblr doesn't have enough tig content and i needed to help change that. i got stumped on a few things, so i of course asked my lovely mutual nova for some assistance <3 (tysm!!)

aaaanway, enough about that, here you go:

they obvi went to the concert in texas. they probably got tickets for both arlington and houston bc rich people yk

nash wore a sparkly cowboy hat and so did libby

(idc what you say, in my head, he likes glitter and i will stand on that hill)

in fact they all wore sparkly cowboy hats (xander forced grayson), but nash and libby's were matching

grayson ofc is wearing all black, very rep era but he's secretly a lover girl at heart. he also likes midnights because let's face it- who doesn't??

but everyone convinced him to get his jacket embroidered with "ts" and a few snakes along the sleeves and back to pull together the whole rep look

i don't think i finished talking about nash and libby?? anyway, matching sequin cowboy hats, nash wore a flannel with patches from different albums

him and libby spent a whole night designing it

libby wore a tee shirt from the midnights album

and the night before, nash and libby painted her favorite lyrics on some black cargo pants and some cute lil doodles

nash totally wrote N+L on one of the pockets inside a big red heart because i said so

very cute couple moment

thea is in her rep era because she's a badass so she wore all black with some maroon to make her outfit pop, she got her nails done and everything

girl was drop dead gorgeous

rebecca went with a more simplistic look, lavender flowly dress just under the knee, with a cardigan. yes, the cardigan. rebecca gives off very mellow and soft vibes so i think that's why she went with an evermore themed outfit

now, onto avery. i think her favorite albums is midnights and rep because of the vibe of the songs and overall it is just SO HER and i feel like she wore a shirt with the midnights album cover on it. she also wrote her favorite lyrics from the album on the front of the shirt with a fabric pen or something of the sort. i can also see her wearing a rep outfit too tho!! she is rich so since she could go to two concerts and wear both outfits ig lol

jameson is a total swiftie!! xander is too but we'll get to that next this boy would really like 1989 and a good handful of songs from lover because they remind him of avery

he would wear something 1989 themed but also something sorta flashy, i think

now moving onto max

she for sure loves the love triangle in folklore/evermore but also enjoys midnights

she radiates night owl energy because she'll stay up until 4am to finish a really good plot twisty dark romance novel and the whole track (midnights 3am edition) reminds her of her favorite ships. she makes edits and you can't convince me otherwise. although max does love evermore, she would totally love speak now era taylor and therefore would wear that really pretty purple sparky dress on the album cover!!

xander totally bought it for her

and with max looking like a literal princess, he would be mad blushing

and when he snaps out of his daze, he would tell her how pretty she is because let's face it- max is beautiful

now, as mentioned before, xander is a hardcore swiftie and i will always think this

he is a lover lover, so definitely went with a hat of the colors on the album

totally bitch-slapped toxic masculinity in the face by wearing pretty pastels

and definitely had the jacket from the yntcd MV!!

their favorite eras (and moments i suppose) on tour:

nash: debut, fearless

we love his nomad cowboy vibes

he also definitely vibes along with whatever libby likes too because he's down bad-

anyway

grayson: red

definitely shed a few tears during all too well ten minute version even though he tried to hide it

cus it reminded him of emily

i hate her with a passion

this isn't about her though

he loved the song and performance for 22 since he's in his 20's and his family is always telling him to loosen up

attending this concert definitely helped him

jameson: 1989

screaming along to style for sure!! me and nova were talking a bit about how he fits the description-

Exhibit A, "you got that James Dean daydream look in your eyes" is so him!!

Exhibit B, because i said so

me and nova totally weren't fangirling over this, i have no idea what you're talking about-

xander: lover

xander fs would start dancing with max and singing softly when taylor sang lover

and nash caught it all on camera

such a cute candid moment

i love xander+max with everything in me

libby: midnights

more specifically, WCS because she could relate to "give me back my girlhood, it was mine first"

fuck drake

i know that she wasn't a teen when they were in a relationship but she was still young, and he was toxic asf

aaaanyway, she would also love when tay performed vigilante shit

tay slayed so hard (i had to tell myself to turn down the gay because my mom and sister were at the concert with me lmao)

everyone felt things when taylor did that performance, to say the least

ik thea and practically everyone else would be in awe~

thea: reputation

would scream along to don't blame me

and she would sound amazing because there's nothing she can't do bffr

and rebecca would be like "damn how'd i get so lucky"

thea would also love karma from midnights because i feel like she's the type of person to not give af about other people and their opinions cus she knows that bad things are coming their way

"me and karma vibe like that" is so her

but she could also shit talk and stand her ground (and also fight)

i also think that that one part of don't blame me, "don't blame me, love made me crazy if it doesn't, you ain't doing it right" and "my drug is my baby" she would sing while making eye contact with rebecca

rebecca: evermore (and folklore obvi)

she would sing and sway softly and thea would take such a beautiful candid photo of her while she sings aksjaja

and when cardigan plays, she would grab thea's hand and dance with her, foreheads touching

this time, xander would take a photo of them like that and it becomes thea's homescreen

thea would also love champagne problems omfg-

rep gf x evermore gf is such a cute dynamic and they slayed so hard

and nowww avery: rep and also midnights!!

would love getaway car with a PASSION

it's just so her <33

"you were driving the getaway car" is very averyjameson even tho the rest of the lyrics aren't lol

she would love mastermind and especially the lyrics "you knew that im a mastermind and now you're mine"

and Paris!!

both songs are so averyjameson coded

"im so in love i might stop breathing drew a map on your bedroom ceiling" and "no i didn't see the news cause we were somewhere else" ajdjjahd

it's THEIR song and i will defend that till the day i die

bonus: i almost forgot to include oren and alisa, im so sorry, im very sleepy!! anyway, oren refuses to wear anything other than his usual attire meanwhile this concert is one ofbthe very few instances where you see alisa in casual clothes. not many people know (other than the hawthornes of course) that she's a swiftie because she always acts so professional. she wears that one red letters shirt that says "who's taylor swift, anyway? ew." and everyone does a double take cus she also has her hair down and doesn't look formal lmao. during some songs avery looks over her shoulder and swears she could see oren have the slightest smile and head-bumping along to the music.

to wrap it all up, they would ALL HAVE THE NUMBER 13 PAINTED ON THEIR HANDS IN DIFFERENT COLORS AND FONTS!!

and also a little extra because me and nova were having big brain moments and i HAVE to include it, it would be a crime if i didn't

They would all scream to paper rings but guess what else?? a PROPOSAL!!

my nashlibby brainrot needed to be included even more:

"i love shiny things but id marry you with paper rings" is so them because even tho they're rich, they value the little things <3

libby is so into the performance, it takes her a minute to realize that the stage screen is on her

she's confused because why would the cameras be on her??

and then taylor would point just behind her to where nash was on one knee

the ring wasn't shiny, it was literally a paper ring

nash didn't have a full on speech planned out

but of course libby would say yes

they kiss, it's on the big screen and everyone (taylor, backup dancers, everyone) cheers

it was caught on camera by practically everyone which leads to their engagement going viral all over tik tok and other media platforms!!

after the concert, back at Hawthorne House, they made a resin/epoxy(i think that's what it's called) mold to preserve the ring, and keep it from getting damaged

and the end because not only can i not think of anything else, but it's 4am while i save this to my drafts-

p.s. huge thank you again to @nutellani, you helped me with this so much when i was having a brain block. you have wonderful input, and i owe you big time!!

(majority of how we got more ideas was thru incoherent fangirling over taylor and tig haha)

#tig #the inheritance games #nash hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #xander hawthorne #avery grambs #avery kylie grambs #max liu #maxine liu #libby grambs #thea calligaris #rebecca laughlin #nashlibby #averyjameson #the hawthorne brothers #jennifer lynn barnes #books #taylor swift #the eras tour #booklr #fic #fanfic #the inheritance games fic #tig fic