#tray and jayson

[maxkennedy24]

Sleeping like a princess stuff

[50calmadeuce]

Ch. 36: Hostage (R)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

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Warning: This chapter has to do with a person being captured by another person. If this is a trigger for you, please don’t read.

You slowly lift your head, blinking as your eyes adjust to the dim light. Still bound to the chair, you shift uncomfortably, your dry throat aching with thirst. The rich aroma of bacon fills the air, and your stomach grumbles in protest.

The doorknob jiggles, and your body tenses. The door swings open, and Scott steps inside, carrying a tray of food, juice, and water. Without a word, he sets it down carefully on the bed beside him.

“You’re probably hungry,” he says, his tone almost casual.

You glare at him through heavy-lidded eyes, exhaustion weighing you down. “What time is it?”

“It’s six a.m.,” Scott replies, watching you closely.

You swallow, your throat still dry. “Scott, you can’t keep me here.”

He smirks. “No one knows about this place.”

“I have friends,” you say firmly. “They’ll figure it out.”

Scott exhales sharply but says nothing. Instead, he steps toward you, and instinctively, you turn your face away, staring at the wall.

“I’m going to untie you. Don’t do anything stupid.”

He kneels, starting with your feet, his hands moving deliberately as he loosens the bindings. His gaze flickers upward, and he frowns as he notices the bruise on your face.

“Why did you have to make me mad?” he murmurs, almost regretfully.

His fingers brush under your chin, tilting your face toward him. You stiffen, but he ignores it, his thumb gently tracing the bruise.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he whispers.

Then, closing his eyes, he leans in and presses his lips to yours.

You close your eyes, trying to think of Jake, Christian and the new life you and Jake created just to take your mind off of this moment. Your lips remain still, unyielding, as Scott’s press against them. There’s no response, no warmth—just the cold realization of how truly deranged he is.

Scott ends the kiss, and you open your eyes and stare into angry blue eyes.

“You better start getting used to this. You’re mine now. Mother will be pleased.” He finishes untying your feet and then moves to your hands. “Don’t move until I leave the room.”

He grabs the ropes he had you tied down with, stands up, backs up slowly to the open door, closes it, and locks the door.

You carefully bring your arms up, rub your wrists, and then carefully stand up. You look behind you and notice a bathroom behind you and then look around. You realize you’re in a basement and the only window is a small glass brick one in the bathroom that you can’t crawl out or open. You sigh as you slowly walk to the bed towards the tray of food he left you. You needed to keep up your strength for you and the baby.

At your house, Sheriff Jayson Dillenger looked at Montgomery and Sheila in the kitchen. “She didn’t say where she was going?”

“No.” Montgomery said and shook his head. “Y/N gets called out to things at various times. You know that.”

Jayson sighs. “I know. I already pinged her last text. Whoever it was knew exactly what they were doing. I’ve contacted the FBI and they’re sending out two agents.” Jayson’s phone rang and he looked at them. “Excuse me.” He walked towards the living room and answered his phone.

Sheila looked at Montgomery. “Basil. Jake isn’t stupid. He’s going to figure it out.”

“Well, until he gets home, let’s not worry him.”

Sheila nods towards Jayson. “Who is he to Y/N?”

Montgomery sighs. “Sheriff Dillenger is or was Christian’s best friend. They had met on deployment. He was a Military Police officer at the base. After Christian was killed, Jayson moved back here. He promised Christian he would watch over Y/N.”

“Y/N never mentioned him.”

“She was always quiet about it. They are good friends. Jayson tried to make more of it for Christian, but there was nothing between them and Y/N still wasn’t over Christian. How your son won her heart is a mystery because she’s not an easy one to open up.”

“I noticed. She’s still pretty cautious around me.”

Montgomery nodded. “She hasn’t had parents for a while, so this is all new to her, but don’t let her fool you. She’s tougher than she looks.”

Jayson walked back into the kitchen. “That was Dave Robinson, Y/N’s boss. Apparently, Scott called in today.” He says looking between Sheila and Montgomery.

“Who’s Scott?” Sheila questions.

“Mr. Deboer is a co-worker and friend of Y/Ns,” Montgomery explains.

“I have one of my Deputies heading to Scott’s house now.”

“I don’t understand. Who would want to hurt Y/N?” Sheila asks.

Jayson and Montgomery look at each other and then at Sheila.

Jayson let out a slow breath, his expression grim. Montgomery glanced at him before turning back to Sheila.

“Sheila… Y/N is involved in a lot of things. Her work, her past—it’s complicated,” Montgomery said carefully.

Jayson crossed his arms. “And sometimes, complicated makes enemies.”

Sheila’s brow furrowed. “But Scott is her friend, right? Why would he have anything to do with this?”

Montgomery hesitated before answering. “That’s what we’re trying to figure out.”

Jayson’s jaw tightened. “If Scott called in today, it means he doesn’t want anyone asking questions. My deputy will check out his house, but if he’s involved, we’re already running out of time.”

Sheila swallowed hard, her hands trembling slightly. “Jake needs to know.”

Montgomery shook his head. “Not yet. Not until we have something concrete. If we tell him now, he’ll be on the next plane home, and that won’t do Y/N any good if we don’t even know where she is.”

Jayson nodded in agreement, his voice firm. “Let me do my job. We’ll find her.”

Later that night in Virginia, the aircraft carrier finally docked. Jake stood near the railing, his foot tapping impatiently as the crew prepared to disembark.

Phoenix stepped up beside him, her duffel slung over her shoulder. “We’re all set with the private jet. We’ve just got to get to the airport,” Phoenix explains to Jake as they walked down the gangplank to land.

“Good. The sooner we get home, the better,” Jake replied.

Phoenix looked at him, a happy smile spreading across her face.

“What?”

“You said home.”

Jake blinked, momentarily caught off guard by Phoenix’s reaction. “Yeah… and?”

Phoenix’s smile widened. “You said home, Hangman. Not just ‘back’ or ‘to Texas’—you said home.”

Realization flickered in Jake’s eyes, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he ran a hand through his hair and exhaled. “Yeah, well… guess that’s what it is now.”

Phoenix nudged him playfully. “About time you admitted it.”

Jake shook his head with a small smirk. “Let’s just get there first. Then we can talk about my deep emotional growth.”

Phoenix chuckled but nodded, her expression turning serious again. “Agreed. The sooner we get back, the sooner we find Y/N.”

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[dailyunstableeve]

Dawn

Chapter (9/10)

Miguel O'Hara x My oc (Eve)

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"What the fuck happened?"

Eve got up from her bed immediately, she looked around and it wasn't her regular cell at all.

"Where am I?"

The girl tried to move her leg but she couldn't feel her leg at all.

"Walk."

Eve uses her power on her legs, telling them to move and they did. She moved towards the only door she saw, opened the door slightly and took a peak. There's no one down the hallway, but by the look of it, it looked like a hospital hallway, the white and slight blue, seats by the wall, trays with many different kinds of medicine.

Eve couldn’t tell how long she had walked down the hallway until she was finally a human being.

“Oh, you’re awake,” the man greeted, “Tony Stark, I’m pretty sure you know me already.”

“Yeah, of course, the other billionaire that lives in New York,” Eve chuckled as she rested herself at the closest seat, the numbness on her legs coming back, she hadn't rested enough yet, her power was not really ready to be used.

“Friday, go get the doctor,” Tony said to his watch and sat next to Eve.

“Aren’t you scared of me? I tried to kill your wife,” Eve brought up the incident years ago, she only started out not long enough and she needed gears so she decided to invade Tony’s lab and Pepper happened to be there.

“I’m not scared of you, I hated you because you almost killed the woman I love,” Tony exclaimed, “but, your keeper, Miguel, managed to talk me out of it, and I want to give you a second chance like how Pepper gave me countless times,” he laughed.

“Where is he right now?” Eve asked.

“Oh, he’s doing cleaning business about his company at the moment, the attack basically left many marks,” Tony scoffed, “I’m actually here with Pepper, she’s pregnant by the way, you’re the third to know because we haven’t told the world.”

“Congratulations,” Eve smiled, her mind starting to wander to what if she has a child as well, what would the child look like?

When the doctor got here, when they saw Eve sitting at the chair, they were shocked because it’s far away from her room.

“And I should go check on Pepper,” Tony got up from his seat, “I’ll tell Miguel you woken up,” then he left Eve with the doctor.

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Eve just lay on the bed for hours, after the doctor know she walk out from her room without anyone looking at her, they increased the security, at least the hallway doesn’t look empty anymore, there’s actually people standing outside her room just to make sure she doesn’t leave the room anymore unless they receive further orders.

Eve started at the ceilings, while she thought back everything she has gone through that led her to here now, laying on the bed.

Abandoned by her biological parents, got adopted, live her life with the Jayson and the others, met Chris at highschool, started her villain activities, the countless people she’ve killed,

It’s surprising that there’s still someone willing to give her a second chance.

Eve placed her hand on her shoulder, the side where Miguel bit her.

A faint knock from the door snapped Eve from her thoughts, Eve turned her sight at the door.

“I heard you woke up,” its Miguel, he finally showed up.

“Mr O’Hara,” Eve smiled, “before you say anything, I’m sorry for what happened, I can give you an explanation of why you’re here,” Eve quickly added, she just wanted to clear all the suspicions.

“It’s okay, there’s no rush on that,” Miguel handed a bouquet of baby breath, “I found them beautiful, like you.”

“Thank you,” Eve took the bouquet from Miguel.

Both of them looked at each other, no words, just looking at each other. There’s so much to talk about but they have no idea where to begin.

“Well, I should start with telling you what happened that night,” Eve started, even if Miguel is here just to visit Eve as a friend, she has to help Miguel finish his work first, “I know the cams weren't able to capture the whole incident.”

“Huh, what?” It caught Miguel off guard, because that’s exactly not what he came for, “yeah, sure,” Miguel quickly set the recorder on from his watch.

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“I am here by the order from the president,” a man in black suit stood in front of Eve, it’s her last day staying in the hospital to recover.

“Miss Eve Jayson, I’m here to inform you that you are now a normal citizen of the United State, I have strike down all of your crime record with the majority votes from the victims of your crime, I here to congratulation you and wish you the best of luck to enjoy your second chance in life,” the man read, “congratulations again Miss Eve,” the man gave Eve a faint smile and left the room.

"Thank you so much," Eve smiled and watched the man leave the room.

After that, Eve was discharged from the hospital, she's free to walk out the room now. Eve used the backdoor of the hospital because there's a ton of paparazzi at the front door.

Chris and Miguel are already waiting for Eve. The moment both of them saw Eve walking out from the hospital, Chris couldn't stay still anymore and just ran up to her and hugged her so tightly.

"Oh my god, I hate you so much," Chris muffled his voice because he couldn't help it but to start crying.

"I'm sorry that I lied to you all this time," Eve gently patted his head.

"I thought we were best friends, we don't keep secrets!" Chris continues to cry.

"Well, I don't want you to catch up with my crimes," Eve softly laughed, "I was blinded by searching for my real parents, I'm sorry."

"Please don't do stupid shit like this anymore."

"I'll try my best not to," Eve chuckled and walked up to Miguel, "Mr O'Hara, thank you for picking me up."

"Do you really like calling my last name?" Miguel asked.

"It's a respect?" Eve tilted her head, wondering where this conversation was going.

"Would you like it to be your last name as well?" Miguel leaned forward to Eve.

"What?" The girl starts to blush, her face is red like a tomato.

"Eve O'Hara," Chris whispered.

"Chris, you're not helping!" Eve blushed, "can we just go home for now? I'm hungry," Eve quickly changed the subject and got in the car.

Miguel gently chuckled and drive Eve and Chris back to Riverside.

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the night is young. saint is not. he is thirty-four going on thirteen hundred, his eyebags cut to caked-foundation perfection by the highest of high end couturiers and his heart wishing upon chandelier stars that he was high at home playing pirated edutainment games practicing basic addition instead of social skills. the gala being a chance to prove his worthiness of having billion-dollar dutch research done about him, he does not hand the woman the champagne so much as he makes it float off a tray worth more than his entire outfit and into her hand. the effort leaves him a charming, sweaty mess, rubbing at his temples with great vigor and terrible accuracy.

“you’re talking to me?” he doesn’t wait for an answer. his mask keeps slipping and his buttons keep sinking and his genetic makeup had made his mouth terribly disposed to chowing down on his foot. “the invitations were tacky. this kid of mine, jayson w, he had much better handwriting, and he had to get his scantron tests graded manually in a special room because the sheer amount of graphite might’ve resulted in pneumoconiosis. don’t get why we’re here instead of… saving civilian lives, or something. or stealing more of that champagne, you know.“ 

he clears his throat and adjusts his mask. can’t trust himself with any more drinks, he decides while snatching a flute of the stuff for himself. his phone is convulsing with messages from his sisters, chafing at his thigh with requests for the autographs of every agent he can recognise, but he reckons cutting this attempt at networking short will save his life. “kidding. crime is bad. you look radiant, by the way. who’s your stylist?”

𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫

" thank you. " mila says with a practiced grin as someone hands her yet another glass of champagne. at this point it's hardly that tasty , but it was free and the only thing keeping the agent from leaving. while she wouldn't deny an interest in andersen laboratories , she knew she wasn't going to get much out of this mass event. " what do you make of all of this ? " she asks the person nearest her.

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La tendresse

She wakes with sunlight bright in her face, body aching all over and a slight headache. She felt like she might vomit but swallowed it down. She had been worse off before from a little wine sickness and survived. Rhachel sat up slowly, closing her eyes when the world tilted dangerously. When she figured she was steady enough, she opened them again.

The sun was streaming in through her open window, painting pinks and orange hues in the sky. Though the shadow led her to believe it was later than she normally woke. How long had she slept? It’s usually the birds that woke her up, their chirping a sweet melody that reminded her of homeland or the warm, familiar sensation of Damian’s lips wandering the curves of her body. She looked around, and spotted a flower on the little table next to the bed along with a breakfast tray of something. There were a few thick slices of Ma’rouk bread, some figs and grapes, and something that looked like rice custard.

She picked up the white rose, noticing the little card tied to the stem with a delicate silver ribbon. ‘To my lovely Princess of thorns, this flower pales in comparison to your beauty and grace. I’ll come find you after my council meeting. With fondness Damian.” Immediately a smile was curving her lips and all she could think about was her Damian. ‘Love can blossom over time just as it can capture you in a single breathe’ Lady Z had told her once before coming to the land of Sand for the tourney. One moment with him had been enough to set her world ablaze. His eyes like wildfire ignited her soul and engulfed her completely in the flames of ardor.

The first fingers of the coming winter caressed her bare legs, a false spring giving way to chill. The thin robe she wore did little to help her chill from the open window, the ivory satin clinging to her torso and hips but providing no heat. The last days of autumn brought a freezing cold breeze and even behind the safety of the red mountains, the blistering hot deserts of Nanda Parbat were not safe.

Soon it would be winter and it meant her seven and ten nameday was coming as well. Much had changed since she married Damian, she thought dropping her hands to the soft curve of her belly. Almost unnoticeable but there was no doubt a life was growing inside her womb.

The reason of her morning sickness became obvious after the imperial physician asked when was the last time she bled. She had not bled for two moons, she realized then. There had been a look of such happiness on Damian’s face when she told him the wonderful news and suddenly he was the sun itself. Radiating joy the same way as the colossal star did warmth.

She proceeded to eat her breakfast slowly, keeping almost all of it it down despite her stomach protesting. Kori was missing at the moment. Perhaps she was letting her take a rest from court. Nonetheless, she still had duties to attend that could not be ignored. Just as she was finishing her meal, someone knocked on her chamber’s door.

“Come in.” She replied, assuming it was Kori and preparing to greet her. The door groaned when it swung open, protesting. To her surprise, she met familIar green eyes she knew too well.

Damian.

��Awake now?” He murmured with an slightly amused expression. Her cheeks warming faintly at his question.

“The babe seems to be restless just like his father.” She pressed a hand to her stomach where she imagines their child to rest. After a brief moment she asks. “Is the council meeting over?”

“I left for a moment.” Damian said with a twinge of disappointment as he was reminded they still had much to discuss. He parted his lips as if to speak, but closed it again, thinking carefully of his words as he didn’t want to stir her emotions. “I wanted to spend time with you before I ride north with Jon.”

Her chest tightened painfully. Damian was riding with Jon up the snowy Kunlun mountains to distribute thick garments and goods for the less fortunate. She tried to remain neutral and collected as the crown princess she was, but her voice faltered, betraying her distress. “You could take me with you.”

“I do not want to risk your good health.” Damian shook his head lightly, the tension evident on his clenched jaw. He understood that she did not went to part from him but given her condition. It was best his wife stayed in the capital as he could not risk his heir. “Conner and Jayson will stay behind to protect you.”

The thought that this child in her womb could die sent jolts of heartache through her bosom. She just nodded, shaking off such dark thoughts.

Even if she was raised to be dutiful queen, it took her some time after marrying into the Al Ghul house to understand such a responsibility bore a heavy weight. Watching her every step as Damian assured there were enemies between them at court. Life was filled with rules and expectations she was if being frank unprepared for.

“Come lay with me.” She pleaded gently, reaching out an arm and patting the empty space next to her. She was far too tired to do much else.

Promptly, Damian kicked the door shut behind him. Ghosting to the large bed, climbing on before lying next to his wife. She nestled close to him, enjoying the warmth he provided, letting her head fall to the side to admire his face, and he did the same, those otherworldly indigo eyes bright and alive, burning with pure devotion.

“I’ll think of you every day we are apart.” Damian grasped her left hand, kissing the palm. “Both of you.” He added as one of his hands slid to the swell of her belly, stroking it tenderly.

His fingers travelled up, ghosting along her jaw until he's cupping her face, like she’s fragile and precious, a treasure to be hoarded. Damian was a generous and passionate lover, mouth moving over hers tenderly only pausing to whisper words of love and reassurance. She reacted instinctively, responding in kind to his probing tongue.  

“I love you.” She breathed against his mouth. Damian’s expression softened, and for a beat he looks younger, much more like a simple young man in love than the future ruler of the Nanda Parbat.

He placed a kiss on her bare shoulder, a gentle caress of his lips on her skin. “You are my queen, Rae. My only queen.“ His words achingly soft and genuine.

“After the babe is born. I promise to take you to Siodonna.” He murmured against her neck, his warm breath sending chills down her spine.

The word piqued her Interest. Damian had mentioned it several times while narrating tales of his ancestors and foreign lands he wished to explore. It’s said to be so beautiful it took your breath away. The Homeland of his grandmother, lady Shyla, who came from the tribe of Four Winds. Faraway land of the gray wind and freedom. The city of Sidhe rumored to be built high in the sacred mountains of Rudrà.

“Truly?” Rhachel asked with glee in her voice. She covered her mouth with her hand to hide a hearty laughter when Damian nodded solemnly.

Oh Gods, how she longed for the freedom to roam where she pleased with her husband. To have some time for themselves away from court and royal duties. It won’t be long. It won’t be long before their babe is born.

He gazed at her, his expression bore a twinkling smile. “You have my word.”

“You wish for a boy or girl?” The question slipped past unguarded lips. She never worried about the gender of her child before but the Azarathian queens gave birth to girls as the mystical gifts were inherited only by women. Perhaps Damian wanted a son as any ruler wanted a male heir.

His brows raised at the sudden question. For a beat appeared to be genuinely considering how to answer when he merely shrugged. “A healthy child.”

“Damian...” She pressed as nervousness palpitated in her chest. Chewing on her lower lip as she usually did when distressed. “What if it’s a girl?”

His furrowed his brows. “What would you like to name it if it’s a girl?” It shouldn’t have surprised her that he wanted to have her opinion on the name, but it did. She hadn’t thought about it.

“Manon.” The young woman answered. Would Damian like the name for their child? She envisioned a little girl with silver tresses and golden skin as the sun’s rays, and bright emerald eyes as the man she loved. “In my homeland it means blessed child.”

Damian smiled in content. “Our child is surely a blessing.”

“If it’s a boy, you can name it.” She ventured.

Damian breathed out a sigh. “Grandfather would want a strong name like Ra’ miel.” Rhachel immediately frowned. She was not entirely sure she wanted their child named after a past Al Ghul king as some of them did not have particularly great reigns. His green eyes flicked down to her belly, fingers caressing fondly and his smile widened. “We can think of one together when the times comes.”

“Boy or girl, it does not matter.” Damian’s orbs were twin pools of tenderness and awe. He tapped the tip of her nose affectionately. “I shall love any child you bear.”

A radiant smile graced Rhachel’s features, heart overflowing with joy at the declaration. The future seemed more hopeful, the weight of worry lifted off her chest. Damian was right; it did not matter if she gave birth to a boy or girl. This was the fruitful result of their love and sole heir to the Al Ghul throne. . Azar please grant your protection to this child of mine, the princess prayed in silence, her hand on her abdomen.

Yooooo. Have some damirae dorm your favorite teacup. 👀👀👀👀

I wrote this sleep-deprived so there’s probably mistakes but I’ll edit soon. This is for the damirae week.

Babies and Damirae fluff and shadows of thorns. Clarifying this is not a chapter but a Spin-off. I tried to avoid including spoilers. 🙈🙈🙈💜💜

@chromium7sky @carnationmilk @tweepunkgrl @amethyst-witch-05 @ravenfan1242 @opheliawillowbrook @alerialblu

[ambroseabrams]

stepping up {jayrose}

Knowing that Jayson was struggling so much with his role and being able to give Ambrose what he thought the Submissive needed, Ambrose turned the tables and immediately stepped up to try to give Jayson whatever it was that he might need. If his plan worked, they’d grow together. There wasn’t a Dominant bone in his body, but he knew what he felt like when he stood up for himself or others and he knew what he’d been taught by his friends before he got here. He tapped into that when he took Jayson’s hand and lead them into the kitchen. He might not be dominant by nature, but he knew what a Dominant was supposed to do. More or less. 

“Good boy,” he tested out loud, looking over his shoulder so he could see if Jayson responded to what had been said. Then he let go of his hand so that he could gesture to the kitchen now that they were in it. “You need an oven tray, a skillet, and a cutting board with a sharp knife. And you need chicken breast, eggs, potatoes, onions, avocado, and red and green peppers out of the fridge. I’ll walk you through the steps for cooking and at the end, we’ll have food to share.” He was specifically making sure Jayson saw the reward at the end of the tunnel, why he should feel pride in cooking in this moment. 

[yourbeautifulghosts]

@eyesonfiirex​ for Ezra

It was unlike Jayson to be up before noon anytime that he wasn’t working but he had gotten up at nine, slipped from bed to leave Erza sleeping with the dogs and snuck from the house to drive into town to pick up breakfast for the birthday boy. Not only that, but he stopped to pick up the present and the cake that he had Tyson make for his husband’s birthday. He even paid Tyson for it which made him feel good, like he was supporting the ambition the young man had.

Arriving back home, he carefully plated the food and set it on a tray, looking it over and shrugging. He could have tried to make breakfast himself but, that would have been a disaster. Walking into the room, present tucked into his back pocket, he entered their bedroom. “Ezzie, wake up birthday boy, breakfast is served and before you ask no I did not cook it myself. It’s from Carol’s.”

[jinmukangwrites]

Flower

A fic in celebration of Mother’s day. Happy Mother’s day everyone :)

Summary: Just because it hurts doesn’t mean it has to be painful.

-o-o-o-o-

There are some things that are just not easily forgotten. How to ride a bike, is one example, but there are other examples, ones much more significant than riding a bike. He will always remember the first time he put on the Nightwing suit. It was ugly as hell but the feeling of… accomplishment and self reliance was enough for him to puff out his chest in pride. There's the first kiss he had with Barbara, the first girl he's ever kissed. He was so nervous, he missed, but she missed too and they still laugh about it to this day. He remembers the first night with Kori, how he'd never felt more alive.

There's the time he visited the manor to see a black haired boy named Jason stuffing his face with waffles, the time the words big brother applied to him for the first time in his life. He remembers crying that night, he's always wanted a little brother.

He will never forget flying, there's not a single moment where he's hurtling himself through the air that he doesn't remember. The weightlessness from swinging from one rope to another, the way butterflies flutter in his chest when gravity takes over. The feeling of hitting the net, rolling on the pavement, shooting another line; those moments will always remain so clear to him. Though, none of them compare to the first time he flew, the first time his mom took his hand and helped him up that three story ladder and told him that he is her little Robin, and today he gets his wings. He couldn't have been more than five years old, yet the trust he had when he saw his father hanging on a trapeze handle in the middle of the course, hands outstretched, ready to catch, was so real. His mom showed him how to hold the handle without hurting his hands, she told him when to let go, when to kick. She looked worried, but his dad's face was turning red from hanging upside down and Dick knew he had to go sooner rather than later.

He flailed, let go, missed, and landed on that net laughing so hard his chest hurt.

There are so many things he will never forget, though not all of them good. The anger he felt when Bruce died. The helplessness when Blockbuster blew up his house, the horror when Kori broke up with him for the worst reason, the shame for being a bad leader to the Outsiders, the fear when Jayson came back bad.

Though, there is one memory he knows, without a doubt, he will never forget. It was one of the hardest days on his life, though it was the day he also realized that he has a family in Bruce, in Alfred.

It was his first Mother's Day without his mom.

-o-o-o-o-

Everything hurts, Dick decides. His eyes from the lack of sleep, his back from being shoved roughly into the lockers two days prior, his cheeks that he's rubbed raw on his pillow, his heart from the lonely aching that will not go away. He didn't think it would be this hard. Even back at the circus they didn't make a big deal out of holidays. On Mother's Day, his dad would come in and give his mom a kiss and a flower while Dick stumbled in with a tray of pancakes. She would laugh and hug them, he can still smell the strawberries in her hair, and then they continue the day like normal.

So it shouldn't hurt this bad. It should be just like any other Sunday. He should be able to get out from his covers, get dressed, and be normal, except every time he thinks about getting up his limbs seem to grow ten times heavier.

The last day of school before the weekend had to be the hardest he's ever had. He's never hated school since Bruce took him in, yes there were the elitist bullies and teachers that tried to kiss up to him to get to Bruce, but he has friends there and he loves his classes. It's fun to go out and become a normal teenager, instead of coming home and being Master Dick, instead of going to parties and being cute little Richard, instead of jumping out into the night and being Robin. Dick, that's all he is at school. Or what he thought so.

It doesn't matter where you go to school or what grade you're in, one or two teachers will have projects and activities for any holidays. Dick was lucky to end up with teachers of his own that had stupid projects like "Write a letter to your mom!" or "when you're finished with the assignment, come plant a seed in a paper cup of cheap dirt from Walmart and give it to your mom when you get home!"

He could feel the stares piercing his neck, sending shivers up his spine and curling his toes. Even the teachers were starting at him, looks full of pity as if they were regretting even making the assignments. That day he wasn't Dick, he was the poor ward of Bruce Wayne whose parents died tragically at the circus. He was motherless, parentless. The teachers couldn't even tell him to write to his dad instead, though one did suggest he do the activity for Bruce instead, and that was something Dick didn't want to think about. Brice isn't his dad, or his mom, or any parent. He's just a guardian, that's it.

During lunch, he sits with a girl named Barbara. That's the only time he felt normal that day, because she was having a hard time too. She doesn't have a mom as well, so they were both miserable that day. At least she got to cross out the words "MOM!" on that stupid cup of dirt and write "dad". They were in the middle of avoiding the topic when a group of kids came over. Dick instantly recognized them as the children of various wealthy families around Gotham. They thought they were so much better because they had money, and now they thought they were better because they had their parents.

"Hey Dickhead, who did you write that letter to in English?"

"I bet he wrote it to one of Bruce Wayne's girlfriends."

"No, I bet he wrote it to Bruce himself."

"That's so gross!"

Usually, Dick would fight back, but this time, something heavy settled in his chest and he quickly got up and left before he could sink to the ground from the weight and cry.

The rest of the day he was made fun of because poor Dick Grayson has no mother.

The light in his room suddenly flicks on and he hisses and buries himself deeper into the covers. He can hear the gentle footsteps of Alfred and he wants to groan. What time is it?

"Master Dick, I do hope you're not planning on staying in bed all day."

Dick mumbles out a response that even he didn't understand. Alfred let's out a tut and walks up to the bed and throws off the covers. Dick curls up as the cool air hits his body. "You missed breakfast," Alfred says casually as he walks to the window to open the curtains, "lunch is in one hour. I expect you to be there."

The words or else went unsaid. Dick doesn't know what Alfred would do to him if he skips out on two out of three meals, but Dick does know he doesn't want to find out. Whatever the case, Alfred leaves with a quick goodbye and reminder to be at lunch, he leaves the door open.

Dick groans.

Thirty minutes later, Dick stumbles down the stairs and into the dining room somewhat put together. His clothes are from the day before and his hair is sort of a mess, but Alfred can't complain. At least Dick got up.

He sits down at the dining table and Alfred gives him a exasperated look before he sets down a cup of coffee in front of him. Bruce is across the table, sipping on his own life-bringing-juice and reading the morning newspaper. The smell of something cooking wafted in from the kitchen.

"Good afternoon, Dick," Bruce says and Dick grunts in response.

There's the ruffling of paper as Bruce turns a page and Dick finds himself slowly sinking so his head on laying on the table. He's so tired. He hasn't gotten a wink of sleep for the last two days, with Robin and his own mind keeping him up. He's so, so tired.

He hasn't noticed his eyes slipped closed until Alfred placed a steaming plate next to his head. He jerks up and Alfred almost snorts and goes to place a plate by Bruce.

"Thank you, Alfred," Bruce says. He pokes his head above the newspaper and looks at Dick with one eyebrow raised.

Dick clears his throat. "Ah yeah, thanks."

"You're very welcome, sirs. Now, eat up, we have places to be today."

Brice nods and puts the newspaper down and Dick has to double take at what he sees. If Dick thought his own hair was messy, Bruce's hair is completely untamed and wild. There's bags under his eyes, almost illuminating his dark blue eyes. He looks spent, like he has no energy left to even pick up his fork and start eating. The meal on Bruce's plate also throws Dick through the loop. Crepes. Little pastry versions of tortillas rolled up around cream cheese and piled up with bananas, blueberries, and strawberries, topped off with a mountain of whipped cream and blackberry syrup. To the side is scrambled eggs cooked a perfect golden, glistening. Dick whips his head down to his own plate and just stares as the exact same meal meats his sight.

He was expecting a sandwich.

Then, the most crazy thing happens; Bruce sets his mug down and stabs his fork into the crepe.

"Master Dick, is your meal not to your liking?" Alfred suddenly asks, the corner of his mouth is lifted quizzingly, like Alfred knows something Dick doesn't. Which is a very possible thing to happen. Dick has discovered in the few months he's lived in the manor that Alfred knows all, sees all.

Then, something clicks in his head. Bruce was drinking coffee, in the middle of the day. Alfred made a very breakfast-y meal for lunch. Bruce looks like he just woke up.

Alfred let them both sleep in.

Dick would wonder why, but his stomach growls. "Um, no, thank you Alfred. It looks good."

Alfred hums in content and Dick turns down and takes a small bite of the very sugary meal that Bruce would never eat normally. It's delicious—of course it is, Alfred made it—and soon the meal is gone. Bruce's plate is halfway finished and Bruce stands up to leave, excusing himself. Alfred sighs and collects the dishes. "You best be off and get ready," Alfred says, "we leave in thirty."

"For what?"

A sad look droops on Alfred's face. "We're going to visit your mother's."

-o-o-o-o-

When Dick sees Bruce all freshened up and in a nice suit, Dick almost regrets slipping on a somewhat clean t-shirt and basketball shorts. Alfred is also in a suit, and he gives Dick a disappointed look but Dick ignores it and clutches his backpack a little closer to him. When he was in the circus, he never had a suit. All he had was what he could stuff in a truck next to his parents' meager belongings. His parents never cared for makeup and perfume and nice dresses, and Dick didn't feel right visiting them all spruced up and wealthy.

In Alfred's hands are two bundles of flowers and Dick… felt something tear in his chest. One had beautiful hydrangea flowers of all colors mixed with the most perfect looking roses Dick has ever seen and the other… the other had simple snapdragons and baby's breath. Dick doesn't know how Alfred knew that those are... were his mother's favorite, but it made him almost want to crumple down and cry right there.

He remembers, when he was very little, his mother and father took him out to buy him a gift for his birthday at a local retail store. He was looking at the Legos and action figures when his mother gasped and walked into the garden center where they had an assortment of colorful snapdragons.

"Dicky, baby look," his mother said and kneeled down next to the flowers. His father was chuckling as Dick curiously and skeptically waddled towards his mom and stood next to her.

"What?" He asked.

"Watch this," she said. Her grin was so wide it was practically splitting her face. She reached forward and placed her hands around the flowers stem and gently pinched. The flower seemed to open its mouth like a dragon. "Hello Dick! I'm Mr Flower!" She said in a gravely monster voice, moving the flower as if it were talking. Dick laughed and she helped him place his own fingers on the flower and test it out for himself.

"These are mommy's favorite," his dad said and knelt down next to them to playfully pinch the flower himself. "She likes childish things."

"Simple. I like simple things," she corrected. "I like baby's breath and that isn't a childish flower."

"It has "baby" in the name, honeybutt."

"Oh be quiet."

In the end, Dick chose to take home a pot of red snapdragons and planted them outside their trailer. He wonders if they're still there in that festival park clearing, or of they've died too.

Walking to the Wayne graveyard is like walking to your own grave. It's filled with morbidity and a weird gut wrenching feeling that makes Dick want to curl his arms over his stomach and fight the urge to vomit. It's not like he hasn't visited the yard before, it just hurts a whole lot today for some unexplainable reason.

They follow along a path carefully constructed into the grass, flowers and bushes line the sides and beautiful trees are planted so it's almost like they're walking through a mystical forest, but Dick isn't appreciating the view, he's dreading the moment he sees the first gray colored stone.

And it doesn't take long. The Wayne's have been around for a very long time. There are gravestones dating back to the 19th century, the graveyard is massive, it's almost the size of a normal city's graveyard actually, except the graves here are so aged. All of them except a few new ones.

They walk to those new ones.

Bruce stops in front of the two largest ones, stone in perfect condition and flowers already sitting at the feet, looking only a day old. Alfred hands the more elegant flowers to Bruce and Bruce silently bends down to replace the old flowers on Martha Wayne's Grave. He steps back and tightens his jaw, looking down at the grave stone with his face half obscured in shadow. Alfred quietly walks over to Dick and holds out the other bundle of flowers.

Dick looks away over towards the newest additions of the graveyard sat. Everyone here are Wayne's, but these two are different, two Grayson's in a sea of someone else's family. He thinks about how wrong that is. His father wanted to be sent off in a boat on the river, set alight, like the Vikings, he joked. His mother wanted her ashes spread over the white cliffs of Dover and into the wind, so she could be with the ocean forever. Dick doesn't think he told anyone that when it happened. He was too busy mourning, so when Bruce offered to have his parents buried in the Wayne Graveyard, Dick didn't refuse. He should have.

There's flowers on his parents graves and he wonders who put them there because he certainly hasn't. Alfred can't have done it himself, he has the manor and the gardens and the horses and so many things to take care of, he would have no time to make a trip to the graveyard to place flowers on the graves of a not even adopted child's dead parents. Dick is just a ward. Why would Alfred do that?

Alfred makes a noise and Dick turns to Alfred's face instantly falls when he sees Dick. Dick wonders why until he feels a streak of water drip down his cheek and onto the group and beneath him. Alfred walks forward and embraces Dick in a bone crushing hug and Dick can only clutch at Alfred's suit jacket and try to keep his shoulders from jolting from the sobs trying to claw themselves out.

"You're okay, my boy," Alfred whispers, "you're okay."

Dick doesn't feel okay. He feels broken, like a piece of him was torn out from his chest and buried in those graves too. He's feels torn and there's no way to put himself back together. He shouldn't be here. He should be on his way to Berlin, or Rome, or Cleveland, or Hong Kong with the rest of the circus, practicing his flips and the show with his parents. He should be handing his mother pancakes in bed and his dad should be offering flowers. Not this. Not this terrible aloneness where he's the one placing the flowers down to a person decaying six feet under the ground.

The first hiccuping sob escapes his throat and then the dam bursts and he can't control it. It hurts so much, and he doesn't understand why. He's been here before, he's sat in front of those graves for hours talking away about school and Wally and Superman and his mission in Amsterdam or somewhere else. He's cried, but it hasn't felt like Harley bludgeoned him in the chest. Why does it hurt so much?

Another warm body wraps itself around Dick, as if it were trying to help keep Dick together as Dick falls apart.

"I have this," a deep voice says and Dick finds himself being lowered to the ground and gathered into the arms of none other than Bruce Wayne. Alfred steps back, holding the bundle of snapdragons and babies breath in reverence.

Bruce has never shown any kind of… affection or emotion like this towards Dick before. There's never been a hug, never anything like that. When Robin does well, it's a ruffle of hair or a pat on the back. When Dick goes to bed it's a simple wave, when he leaves to school it's a nod, never a hug. Nothing like this.

Dick is weeping something ugly, he's clutching to Bruce like he's the last thing keeping Dick from sinking into the dirt himself, pressing his head against his chest and probably staining the suit with his snot, spit, and tears. He thinks he's screaming, or he may just be mumbling incoherently, he doesn't know at this point.

It hurts so, so much. There's no way to describe the pain. The hand carding through his hair doesn't help, the arms, the chest, the soothing words, they aren't helping at all, but soon, Dick finds himself calming down, his breaths evening out, his eyes starting to see again though the tears.

"That's right, chum," Bruce is saying, Dick wonders how long he's been talking, "calm down, even breaths."

Dick swallows and does as he's told, he closes his eyes and let's one last tear slip out.

"Does it ever stop hurting?" Dick whispers.

Bruce sighs and clutches onto Dick tighter for a second. Dick doesn't know what to make of it. He's never seen this side of Bruce Wayne.

"No," Bruce says, not one to lie. Dick can feel that word shoot into his soul as clearly as he can feel the rumble in Bruce's chest as he speaks. Bruce lost his parents, they were shot right in front of him when he was younger than Dick. He's never stopped hurting, never stopped feeling that agony, that emptiness, those should haves, those what ifs. If the Batman is still aching, what hope does Dick have? "But that's not a bad thing, chum."

"I don't understand," Dick says.

Bruce sighs. "When it stops hurting, it means you've forgotten them."

Dick closes his mouth and thinks about those words for a few seconds, and thinks some more, trying to make sense of them.

"But, it doesn't have to be… painful," Bruce continues, "you keep their memory and do something with it. You don't have to be alone, Dick, you have me and Alfred here to help you. Do you understand?"

"I… think so."

"Good. How does ice cream sound?"

Dick looks up from his nestled position and gave Bruce a confused look. "What?"

Bruce smiles, and Dick can tell that it's genuine… because he's never seen that smile before. "Ice cream. It'll cheer us all up."

Dick is about to nod. Ice cream sounds heavenly, maybe he can convince Bruce to take him to Cold Stone uptown where they have a special limited edition sour patch flavored ice cream and he can get one of those waffle bowls… but he looks past Bruce's shoulder and he sees the gravestone with his mother's name carved into it and he sucks in a breath, trying to keep the tears from escaping again.

"Yeah, but... In a second."

Bruce hums and helps Dick return to his feet, seemingly already knowing what Dick was thinking. Dick wouldn't be surprised if he did, he is the best detective in the world after all. Dick walks over to to his backpack he has brought with him and digs into it, he pushes aside the books and binders and stops at a little cup of dirt he had carefully placed inside a few days prior. His teacher said he didn't have to plant a flower seed, but Dick just felt the need to. He takes it out and holds it in his hands as if it were the most precious thing in the world, despite it being a simple cup that held a daisy seed.

He smiles at Alfred and takes the bundle of flowers and walks over to his mother's grave. He sets down the snapdragons and babies breath and picks up the old flowers before he digs out a small handful of dirt and places the daisy seed inside, covering it up carefully.

It hurts, but it doesn't have to be painful. What a strange sentence that makes complete sense. He looks behind him and stands up, sniffling as a few stubborn tears try to break through.

"Okay," he says, his voice breaking only slightly, "can we go to Cold Stone?"

Bruce smiles and brings an arm around Dick's shoulders, bringing him in for a half hug. "Of course, chum."

Somehow, that daisy plant grows and flourishes over the years. The leaves are a pure white, the center a bright, golden yellow. The year after that, Dick plants some red snapdragons, the year after, some daffodils, and it continues.

But that first mother's day, Dick doesn't ever forget. Even now, as an adult with too many siblings to number, with so many years in a different family that they outnumber the time he's spent with his first, the hurt never goes away. Bruce was right, it doesn't ever stop hurting, but something about going out and living his life, something about planting a new flower or weeding around old ones, or talking with Jason or joking with Cass, he finds that it isn't painful.

"Happy Mother's Day," Dick says, leaving a bundle of flowers on his mother's grave. He stands up and pats Damian on the shoulder and ruffles Tim's hair.

"Now, who wants ice cream?"

-o-o-o-o-

Written for my Batfam discord’s weakly prompt “Mother’s Day”, if you’re interested in joining the discord, just message me and I’ll send you the invite <3

[maxkennedy24]

[50calmadeuce]

Ch. 36: Hostage

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts.

These stories are my own, so please do not take them and use them for yourself without my permission. If you see them somewhere else, please let me know. :)

Warning: This chapter has to do with a person being captured by another person. If this is a trigger for you, please don't read.

You slowly raise your head and open your eyes as you still sat tied in the chair. Your stomach grumbles from the smell of bacon cooking and you move your mouth to get the dryness out from sleep and thirst.

You hear the doorknob jiggle, the door opens, and Scott walks in with a tray of food, juice and water. He carefully sets the tray down on the bed to his right. "You're probably hungry."

You tiredly look at him. "What time is it?"

"It's six a.m."

"Scott. You can't keep me here."

"No one knows about this place."

"I have friends. They'll figure it out."

He slowly starts walking towards you and you turn your face away, looking at the wall.

"I'm going to untie you. Don't do anything stupid." He starts with your feet. He glances up at you as he unties your feet and notices the bruise on the side of your face. "Why did you have to make me mad?" He reaches up and places a finger under your chin and turns your face, so you are looking at him. He then gently rubs the bruise with his thumb. "You're so beautiful, Y/N." He closes his eyes, leans in and kisses your mouth.

You close your eyes, trying to think of Jake, Christian and the new life you and Jake created just to take your mind off of this moment.

Scott ends the kiss, and you open your eyes and stare into angry blue eyes.

"You better start getting used to this. You're mine now. Mother will be pleased." He finishes untying your feet and then moves to your hands. "Don't move until I leave the room."

He grabs the ropes he had you tied down with, stands up, backs up slowly to the open door, closes it, and locks the door.

You carefully bring your arms up, rub your wrists, and then carefully stand up. You look behind you and notice a bathroom behind you and then look around. You realize you're in a basement and the only window is a small glass brick one in the bathroom that you can't crawl out or open. You sigh as you slowly walk to the bed towards the tray of food he left you. You needed to keep up your strength for you and the baby.

At your house, Sheriff Jayson Dillenger looked at Montgomery and Sheila in the kitchen. "She didn't say where she was going?"

"No." Montgomery said and shook his head. "Y/N gets called out to things at various times. You know that."

Jayson sighs. "I know. I already pinged her last text. Whoever it was knew exactly what they were doing. I've contacted the FBI and they're sending out two agents." Jayson's phone rang and he looked at them. "Excuse me." He walked towards the living room and answered his phone.

Sheila looked at Montgomery. "Basil. Jake isn't stupid. He's going to figure it out."

"Well, until he gets home, let's not worry him."

Sheila nods towards Jayson. "Who is he to Y/N?"

Montgomery sighs. "Sheriff Dillenger is or was Christian's best friend. They had met on deployment. He was a Military Police officer at the base. After Christian was killed, Jayson moved back here. He promised Christian he would watch over Y/N."

"Y/N never mentioned him."

"She was always quiet about it. They are good friends. Jayson tried to make more of it for Christian, but there was nothing between them and Y/N still wasn't over Christian. How your son won her heart is a mystery because she's not an easy one to open up."

"I noticed. She's still pretty cautious around me."

Montgomery nodded. "She hasn't had parents for a while, so this is all new to her, but don't let her fool you. She's tougher than she looks."

Jayson walked back into the kitchen. "That was Dave Robinson, Y/N's boss. Apparently, Scott called in today." He says looking between Sheila and Montgomery.

"Who's Scott?" Sheila questions.

"Mr. Deboer is a co-worker and friend of Y/Ns," Montgomery explains.

"I have one of my Deputies heading to Scott's house now."

"I don't understand. Who would want to hurt Y/N?" Sheila asks.

Jayson and Montgomery look at each other and then at Sheila.

Later that night in Virginia, Jake and Phoenix's aircraft carrier docked.

"We're all set with the private jet. We've just got to get to the airport," Phoenix explains to Jake as they walked down the gangplank to land.

"Good. The sooner we get home, the better," Jake replied.

Phoenix looked at him. A happy smile on her face.

"What?"

"You said home."

[surrealinkrpstories]

PoutyIsabella

Miss B ‏@PoutyIsabella

Yeah, that’s fine.

*shifts the phone from one ear to the other, holding it in place with my shoulder so I’m able to scrape Pippa’s food from the blender into her bowl. I normally buy her baby food, but after tasting it, I felt kind of sorry for her and decided that, once a week, I’d make something that we both can have. Tonight, it’s baked chicken, mac and cheese and broccoli. Toss a bit of it all into the blender and voila! You have insta-baby food. Quite proud of myself, I sort of lose where I am in the conversation with Jayson*

Um, what was that?

*turns around, giving Pippa the biggest smiles ever, and carries her bowl to the table, her highchair positioned right next to my seat*

No, that will be fine! I’m… wow, Jayson.

*my hand moves to rest on my chest, heart pounding*

Send me the photo right away! I can’t wait to see what you’ve found for us.

*He hangs up without even saying goodbye and I set my phone on the table next to my plate*

 Well, Lovely, Mr. Jayson has found us a building! Isn’t that exciting!?

*dips the spoon into Pippa’s bowl and lifts it to her lips, eyes wide, hoping like heck that she likes it*

Come on, Lovely. Take a bite!

*opens my mouth a little, silently urging her to do the same, the biggest grin ever forming on her little pouty lips before she mimics me, opening her mouth to take the bite. At first, she seems hesitant but quickly smacks her lips together, chewing the best she can*

Is it good?

*grins and feeds her another bite, turning to stab a piece of broccoli, stuffing it into my mouth whole*

Mmmm, shooo good!

*picks at my chicken, waiting for Pippa to finish another mouthful, my mind shifting between my family and @FuckinSurreal. I really wanted to call mum or Pops, but never felt that the time was right. I know they had to be busy. The last I contacted them was when I sent them the teaser text about being in Austin. Glancing at my phone, I figure it’s too late and maybe I’ll give them a ring tomorrow. Or, maybe Pippa and I could head up to Alto Saturday for a surprise visit..? Shrugging a little, Pippa’s eager ways jerk me from my thoughts, her hands slamming against the tray of the highchair, a signal that she wants more.*

Easy, baby!

*laughs, shaking my head*

 I bet you scared Rigby with those hits!

*winks at her, as if she completely understands what I’m saying, and lifts another spoonful to her lips. With her enjoying her food, I turn my attention back to mine. Maybe I could call @FuckinSurreal and invite him to dinner? Perhaps Sunday… he doesn’t seem the church going type, so that surely can’t be a problem. And then, if he accepted, he could meet Pippa. Shooting a glance in her direction, my fingers drum against the tabletop, mind moving faster than I could ever think of keeping up. What if she doesn’t like him? Or finds him scary… or… exhaling a held breath, I try to push all the what ifs away. I’ve only REALLY hung out with @FuckinSurreal once. It was nothing more than dinner, right? I mean, he was nice, but seemed to be a bit too eager to leave after I told him about Pippa. Moving my mouth to the side just enough to catch the inside corner of my lip between my teeth, I try to go over everything that had happened and the only thing that seems to stick out is @FuckinSurreal’s lips. And his eyes. And those hands…fingers… shakes my head and turns my thoughts back to Pippa and our dinner. But gosh… he really should have kissed me.*

[omgthatsafinecheeseplate]

A good looking tray my friend Jayson made.

[ngontinh24]

La Cầm có ngoại hình khêu gợi, trời sinh có sức thu hút mê người.

Nàng là phóng viên của toà soạn báo, tư tưởng phóng khoáng, hiện đại, nói chuyện hết sức sắc bén.

Hấp dẫn nhiều nam nhân theo đuổi nàng!

Hắn với vẽ ngoài đẹp trai, tuấn mỹ, muốn ra mắt phá hư mọi chuyện.

Chẳng những thường xuyên ăn đậu hũ của nàng, mà còn có thể nửa đêm ra vào nhà nàng.

Thậm chí tự cho mình là hoa sứ giả, không cho người khác chạm vào nàng dù chỉ là một cộng lông tơ.

Mỗi khi những người theo đuổi nàng thấy hắn, có anh tuấn, phong độ cũng có.

Hơn nữa còn có sự nghiệp, mị lực của siêu tình địch.

Đều đã ngoan ngoãn rút lui có trật tự, hại nàng thiếu người hỏi thăm đến.

Đáng giận nhất là, hắn rất biết lấy lòng người, luôn tỏ ra vô tội.

Làm cho mọi người đều đến chất vấn nàng, làm sao nàng có thể đem quăng một mỹ nam hoàn mỹ như thế?.

Hừ, nến bọn họ biết Jayson là ma cà rồng đã sống ba trăm năm.

Nàng muốn nhìn xem còn ai dám bênh vực hắn ..???

Xem tại https://ngontinh24.com/truyen/ban-trai-hut-mau-cua-toi

[jobone123]

They use to say we torture to sarogate ITS 1 PLANE COVID19 u have been torturing the same girl for CALLING desert not sharing snow with JAYSON an ACCIDENT# for COVID19 triggers

YOU PEOPLE ARE TERROIST n bullet was how snow changed or fucked up the game

YACHT JAYSON IS POSTER BOY FOR 2ND AMENDMENT satellite protection RAZOR he will think twice if I slice his ARM never mind he said

BLACK MEN TALKING TO GOLD BOYS ABOUT WHITE GIRLS SUNRISE u cant talk to her #puke NOT FUNNY GLOVES WAS FINGER HER OUTSIDE BEFORE RAPE snow car in morning HEAT UP

SHE DIED SUFFEROCATING IN A SUNRISE HOTEL DESERT does he know FART FACE DAUGHTERS shouldn't know English

DOES HE KNOW SNOW yikes n ouch ICE TRAYS

[elliedella]

MOROCCAN DECOR by canvas-moods featuring a black vase ❤ liked on Polyvore

Ethan Allen glass chandelier, 940 BGN / Retrò retro lamp, 1 165 BGN / Jayson Home ceiling light, 395 BGN / Outdoor vase, 220 BGN / Aniza embroidered throw pillow, 190 BGN / Bloomingville round vase, 27 BGN / Byredo vanilla candle, 110 BGN / Cyan Design black vase, 150 BGN / Round coffee table, 1 525 BGN / Home storage furniture, 235 BGN / HK-living Sierkussen vloerkussen gerecycled zwart leer 80x80cm, 175 BGN / Eichholtz Marrakech Tea Light Tray - Medium, 430 BGN / Jacquard-weave Cushion Cover $24.99, 39 BGN