#Kayla shares songs

[caught-in-the-filter]

Vivir Mi Vida - Marc Anthony

[every-aj-needs-an-angel]

Okay this one's been stuck in my head all day but I have absolutely time to write it so please share this vision with me

Try as they might, Steve and Robin couldn't get tickets to Chrissy Cunningham's arena tour, but they could get tickets to a festival she was playing.

The last thing Steve ever wanted to do was go and stand in a muddy field for sixteen hours while they waited for the headline act. But he was pretty sure Robin was in love with her favourite musician, and he wasn't about to deny his best friend a chance at love.

So he helped her make personalised t-shirts because honestly all the other bands in the line-up kinda sounded like they sucked.

His read, "Only Here for Chrissy" on the front and "I'm Steve" on the back and Robin's read "Chrissy, Will You Be My Girlfriend?" on the front and "If Lost, Please Return To Steve" on the back.

And it turned out, as they stood against the barrier in a not so muddy field, on a lovely, warm, but overcast, May day, that even bands that sucked could be fun. Even if it was only because they spent their day with earplugs in, so their eardrums wouldn't combust, bitching about each artist's lack of ability to put notes or an outfit together.

During the lunchtime intermission, the pair made friends with the lesbian couple next to them, Kayla and Jess, who were also eagerly awaiting Chrissy's set and similarly liked to mock those who committed crimes against sound and fashion. Steve was glad to have met them, they were really nice, and he felt better about leaving her to use the bathroom or to fetch food, knowing Robin was in safe hands.

He also felt better about letting her wander off, not that it stopped him from stressing out when she and Kayla had been missing for over fifteen minutes. He spread himself out to keep their places against the railing with his back to the stage, watching the crowd intently. Jess wasn't quite as chatty once they were alone, but she seemed content enough, bobbing along to the band that'd appeared on the stage.

Steve didn't turn back around to face the stage until he spotted the girls heading back towards them, he gave them a wave and turned around to look at the guys who hadn't been attempting to destroy anyone's hearing and was met with the face of the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen. Pretty face, long curly hair tied up in a bun, muscle tee showing off his many tattoos, piercings and chains and glittery Docs; Steve felt himself owl blink and blush.

God's gift to mankind was kneeling centre stage, guitar in hand making the most beautiful sounds Steve had ever heard as his fingers flew over the strings, and it was only when the rest of the band kicked back in that the man looked up, winked directly at Steve, and then jumped back to his feet, spending the rest of the song bouncing around the stage.

Steve only realised his mouth was agape when Robin finally arrived next to him and elbowed him hard in the ribs, giving him the same look she did whenever he was embarrassing in the club. He watched the rest of the Corroded Coffin, according to the backdrop, set in awe. Screaming and clapping along when they wished everyone a great day, throwing picks and drumsticks into the crowd and taking a bow; patting each other on the back as they wandered offstage.

As soon as it was quiet again, Robin wanted to know what the hell was wrong with his face and honestly, he couldn't answer her. He didn't even believe in love, not for himself at least, and he certainly didn't believe in love at first sight. It didn't stop him from spending the next couple of hours watching the faces at the sides of the stage, hoping to catch a glimpse of his new favourite guitarist, though.

As soon as Chrissy hit the stage, Steve got lost, between filming the set and watching Robin trying not to hyperventilate when Chrissy spotted her t-shirt, pointed to her, and giving her a coy little wink, blew her a kiss.

"An old school friend is here with me tonight, and I'd like him to help me out with this next track. Especially for the beauty in the front row, this is Girlfriend!"

The crowd went wild as the beat kicked in, but Steve was still watching Robin because it looked like she'd stopped breathing altogether. That was until she gasped loudly and started smacking Steve in the way she always did whenever she got overly excited; pointing wildly at the stage, and it was only when he looked over he saw Corroded Coffins guitarist bouncing up and down next to Chrissy.

Instead of the black muscle vest and skinny jeans he'd been sporting earlier in the day, he had changed into pale blue board shorts and a baggy white t-shirt that read "Hey Steve!" written in black sharpie with a giant winking smiley face underneath that could only really be seen when he swung his guitar around his back to copy Chrissy's dance moves.

The song ended, and the friends hugged, Chrissy waving him off the stage and calling out, "Eddie Munson everybody!" letting the crowd go wild for her friend before launching into the rest of her set.

By the time Chrissy had actually left the stage, Robin looked exhausted, having screamed and sung and danced herself out. They hung around a bit, said goodbye to Kayla and Jess, wishing them a safe journey home, and they were just taking one last look at the now empty stage when he heard someone yell his name...

[mediumgayitalian]

What are some of your Will headcanons?

Any angsty ones?

hair style:

will's hair has a Mind Of Its Own. it is impossible. brushing it? keep dreaming. styling it? dude just give up

he can, however, wrangle it into two french braid pigtails. those are fun.

in the august after the giant war, the aphrodite cabin take it upon themselves to 'style' nico, including giving him these little elastics with a skull charm (like this but with skulls), but he doesn't like tying his hair back very much (too tight) so he gives them to will as a joke.

will LOVES them.

he literally wears them almost every day. the next time they go out on a supply run, nico sees these little elastic charms and buys them for will. he can't summon the courage to give them to him face to face but he leaves them on his bed. will adores them, too, and it starts something of a tradition of people giving will charm elastics as a small thank-you.

he has a collection of them and wears them whenever he wears his hair in braids.

his favourites are the skull charms, though.

artistic ability:

will really doesn't have many musical talents. he's hard of hearing and while hephaestus-made hearing aids definitely work better than mortal ones, it's not really something that can be cured, so he has a lot of trouble staying on key/making music himself.

however! apollo is the god of poetry and art in general -- that is more than just visual!!

will is a really good writer, poetry especially. he's very articulate and verbose and writes with startling clarity. he's written a lot of songs and a lot of poems, although he hasn't shown anybody in years.

he used to share them with his older brothers and sisters and sibling, but...well. obviously that's no longer an option.

he's never stopped writing, though. he may keep it to himself, but it's kind of an open secret. he's scribbling in his notebooks all the time -- it's impossible not to notice.

his friends and siblings, however, are the only ones who know that he writes creatively. they've peeked over his shoulder here and there (and also kayla is a huge huge snoop, like, badly, and austin is easily convinced to be complacent in her crimes), and sometimes he says things that are just kind of poetic.

no one else knows, though. he's deliberately obnoxious about it -- every once in a while, at campfire open mics, he'll clear his throat loudly and grin as people groan and recite something so bad apollo might have written it. most people think will's quite bad at writing, actually.

another thing he's really good at is drama, which is a surprise to absolutely no one. although beyond his regular histrionics, chiron had shakespeare as part of his curriculum, and will could play puck like nobody's business. he recited a mercutio so good once lee actually cried with laughter (so did everyone else). on a hauntingly beautiful february in 2004, he played ophelia by the creek so beautifully that it was silent for a good four minutes after he finished.

there are very, very few people at camp who remember that. will hasn't recited anything in a while.

an unexpected bonus of his medical knowledge, actually, is a really good understanding of depth, space, and anatomy.

he's a surprisingly good artist.

it started pretty normal -- he was having trouble articulating a question to michael one time, and in a fit of frustration drew a diagram to try and explain himself. it was really good, even as rushed as it was, so michael used to give him 'homework' that was hand-drawing posters of various body systems to hang in the infirmary.

it was kind of spooky how will could do it without looking it up. just close his eyes and start sketching an accurate nervous system. cool though.

his older sister, cass, encouraged him to branch out of anatomy diagrams and create whatever he liked. she made the unfortunate mistake of giving him several cans of paint and free reigns on blank infirmary walls (they're freaky and boring) to a nerdy eight-year-old -- that's why r2d2 and c3po are chilling on the wall by the mortal medicine cabinet.

he doesn't paint a lot now, 'cause he doesn't have the damn time, but when rachel finds out who painted the infirmary walls she hounds him until he takes a morning to paint with her. they have a lot of fun. they end up with more paint on each other and their clothes than their canvases, predictably.

siblings:

when will was a kid, he had twelve older siblings.

apollo tends to have kids in brackets. he is, as everyone knows, a hoe, so he'll be busy on olympus or with artemis and go a while without having any kids, and then he'll be on earth for like three years and have a litter. so a lot of his kids end up the same age.

before the war, in the same cabin, there was: cass, the oldest, 18, somewhat year-long; diana, 18, year-long; lee, 16, somewhat year-long; michael, 16, somewhat year-long; gabriel, 15, summer-only; leanna, 15, summer-only; mercury, 15, summer-only; kate & phoebe, 14, summer-only; laurel, 13, summer-only; amir, 13, summer-only; melody, 12, summer-only; and will, 8, year-long (for now).

their abilites were pretty vast and well-rounded, and they came from all over the continent.

there was a time when the infirmary wasn't understaffed at all.

will doesn't like to think about it.

style:

on their birthdays, apollo leaves them all a gift on their bunks (or their beds at home, if their birthdays aren't in the summer).

each of them gets a piece of blessed gold jewelry when they're ten. will got a pair of threader earrings with thin blue sapphires that he loves. he can't wear them often because they're a genuine hazard in the infirmary (yes, more than flip-flops) and he doesn't want them ruined. but he wears them on the rare days he has off.

he actually has quite a lot of jewelry! because he is a sappy nerd, he has two watches: a hephaestus-made one, totally waterproof, weatherproof, and monsterproof, because it helps quell the anxiety when so many people are counting on him (he has to know when people will be better and how long he can be away from his patients, also used to tell people to fuck off when he's on break lol); and his mother's much nicer watch that she gave to him when she dropped him off at camp for the first time -- it's not changed for the time zone. he knows what time it is for her, and it makes him feel better about being so far away from her.

he wears both watches on the same wrist, ala chad danforth.

he has a third watch. it was lee's. it's got r2d2 on the face. will got it for him with his own money when he was nine years old, for his birthday. it lives in a box under his bunk. it's cracked and broken and never tells the right time except on 1:52 p.m. on june 30th, although the year gets farther and farther off every time will checks it.

contrary to popular belief, will does not actually wear the same pair of cargo shorts every day.

...because he has seven pairs of the same shorts.

he does have other shorts through. namely swim trunks and a pair of tighter shorts he wears specifically to kick ass in volleyball. he didn't try for this or anything, he got the shorts at the thrift store, but he's pretty sure they might be designer. he gets a lot of compliments from the aphrodite cabin when he wears them.

he also has a collection of nerdy t-shirts (his anakin sand-rant t-shirt is worn to threads), novelty pajama pants, hoodies, and flannel.

he has more than one tattoo. he has several, actually; constellations, lines from freckle to freckle so faint you can barely see them: the seer, the drummer, the archer, the tiny lion, the archangel, the maiden, the lyre, the twins, the boat stern, the hearth, and the singer.

just plain will:

he's slightly red-green colourblind.

when he gets mad, his cheeks puff up and he gets all red in the face before erupting. his older siblings used to call him tinkerbell.

he gets teased for being so dramatic that he was named for the most dramatic apollo kid who ever lived -- shakespeare. but his actual, legal name is just plain will solace. when pregnant, his mom used to mutter 'it's you, me, and sheer fucking force of will, baby' to herself a lot, as a kind of mantra, and then will was born and she thought it would be kind of funny to name him will (she was right). lee invented william andrew solace so he'd have something to yell when will got in trouble lol.

he has the climbing wall record. this is because he climbs a lot of trees. he has no explanation and no one is going to stop him.

when he was a kid, and the whole mythology thing was explained to him, he misnderstood michael's explanation of food sacrifice as one to be done to all theoi/mythical beings. he worked his way to praying through the entire pantheon, a horde of minor gods, hestia, chiron, argus, and half the nymphs before someone caught wind and explained to him properly. it is the main reason all the nymphs and dryads are so endeared by him. he used to go around asking their names and very seriously writing it down in his little notebook to pray to them properly.

he carries around notebooks constantly. at first, diana gave them to him because he was driving everyone bonkers with his endless questions and she needed Five Minutes, Will, Gods, Please of silence, but he really took to it and wrote everything in there. he keeps them all as a sort of diary. kayla reads them any time he has his back turned.

it is really, really hard for him to talk about his siblings. but he knows kayla and austin feel kind of left out and hurt about it, since they didn't get the chance to know them like will did (the kids never met them), so sometimes, late at night, he calls them softly over to his bunk and they curl up, one under each arm, and he tells them stories until his voice goes hoarse and they're long asleep.

[bradshawsbaby]

afternoon delight

pairing: rhett abbott x girlfriend!reader

author’s note: this idea has been rolling around in my head for a while, and all the recent lew content has given me the push i needed to finally write it. i’ve been in a bit of a rut with my writing lately, so i’m just glad to be able to get this out of my system!

warnings: 18+ for explicit sexual content (semi-public sex and nearly getting caught), language, a healthy dose of fluff

Nothing was more boring than working the afternoon shift at your parents’ general store.

Well, maybe that wasn’t exactly true.

Nothing was more boring than working the afternoon shift at your parents’ general store alone.

At least when Moira or Kayla shared a shift with you, there was time for some idle chitchat and laughter. But it was a few weeks yet before the spring semester was over and the girls would return home from college for the summer, so today you were on your own.

And you were bored.

It wasn’t that nobody in Wabang visited the store in the early afternoon hours, but there was definitely a lull in the already slow activity once lunchtime rolled around. Most people in town headed home around noon for a quick snatch of respite and sustenance. That, or they headed to The Handsome Gambler for a liquid lunch. Either way, their minds certainly weren’t on buying a new shovel or a few cans of paint.

So the store remained virtually empty as the bright afternoon sun reached its zenith in the wide open sky, and you were left dusting the already clean shelves for what felt like the hundredth time since you’d arrived. Your parents would have been there working with you, but they’d taken a drive to visit one of their suppliers.

“You’ll be alright on your own for a few hours, won’t you, sweetheart?” your mama had asked before she and your dad left.

It was a rhetorical question and you both knew it. Besides the fact that your parents were already well aware there’d be hardly any customers in their absence, you’d also grown up in the store and knew how it operated like the back of your hand.

“I’ll be fine, Mama,” you assured her, waving as they headed out the door. “See ya’ll later.”

And you were fine. You were just so bored you thought you might lose your mind.

Tapping your fingers absentmindedly on the countertop near the register, you glanced down at where your phone sat, silent and still. You’d toyed with the idea of calling Rhett and asking him to come keep you company, but you knew that wasn’t fair. He had a lot to do on the ranch, especially at this time of year, and he couldn’t afford to play hooky just to keep you entertained at work. Besides, he’d already promised to take you out to dinner tonight. As much as you missed him, you knew you’d just have to be patient.

Huffing out a decidedly impatient breath, you stepped over to the ancient radio your father had refused to part with and fiddled with the knobs until you landed on a radio station you were satisfied with. At least now the silence in the store wouldn’t feel so deafening. You couldn’t help but grin as a new song began, the mildly familiar tune swirling in the warm air, among the dustmotes and beams of light spilling in from the large glass windows at the front of the store. You didn’t even know the name of it, but you knew it had been playing on the radio the other night when Rhett took you out to go stargazing, the two of you lying in the bed of his truck and lazily pointing out various constellations in between whispered words and slow kisses.

Your mood brightening considerably at the memory, you began humming softly under your breath as you decided to take the time you had to yourself to restock some of the shelves in the back of the store. Stepping into the back room, you grabbed a new box full of deodorant and shampoo and dragged it towards one of the shelves along the back wall. You were so focused on lining the shelves in the orderly manner your mother had taught you that you were caught off guard by the sound of the front door opening, the small bell tinkling to announce the arrival of a customer.

“I’ll be right with you!” you called out, your back to the entrance of the store as you reached for the last couple bottles of strawberry-scented shampoo. You smiled to yourself when you remembered the time Cecilia had come in and bought a whole case of it at a discounted price. Rhett had smelled like strawberries for over a month. Not that you minded one bit.

So caught up in the vividness of that memory were you that you didn’t register the heavy footfalls making their way down the aisle until a familiar pair of muscular arms were snaking their way around your waist and the stubbled face you loved more than anything was pressing against yours.

“Mmm, and what if I’m in a hurry and too impatient to wait for you up there, huh?” Rhett’s husky voice whispered low in your ear, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine as his lips ghosted over your cheek.

“Rhett!” you gasped in surprised pleasure, dropping the shampoo bottle you’d been holding without a backward glance as you turned around and faced your boyfriend head on. He looked exceptionally rugged and handsome in his Stetson and Wranglers, the sleeves of the plaid shirt he was wearing rolled up to the elbows, revealing his sunkissed forearms, the ones that made you feel so safe whenever they were wrapped around you.

“Heya, honeybee,” he grinned in that way that had you mentally pinching yourself to remind you that he was real and not just a figment of your wildest dreams. Pushing his hat back with one calloused finger, he lowered his head to plant a slow, lingering kiss on your lips.

“What are you doing here?” you breathed out once he finally pulled back, your eyes half-lidded and your brain feeling a little fuzzy.

“Now what kind of greeting is that when I drove all the way out here to see you?” Rhett teased, reaching out and resting his hand on the shelf behind your head so that he was leaning over you slightly.

You smirked in return, not minding at all the close proximity of his hard, muscled body. “Do Royal and Perry know you’re sneaking off like this?” you asked with a chuckle, one of your fingers trailing lazily along the buttons on his shirt.

“My mom had to take Amy to a doctor’s appointment, so I told them I’d drive into town and pick up some lunch,” he explained, running a hand down your bare arm. You’d worn one of your favorite sundresses today—one that just so happened to be Rhett’s favorite, too—which left your arms and a good portion of your chest exposed to your boyfriend’s hungry gaze. Food clearly wasn’t the only thing on his mind. “I think they figure I’ll be a little while,” he added with a suggestive wink, which made your cheeks grow warm instinctively.

“Hmm, and I was just thinking to myself how lonely things were getting around here. You’ve got some timing, Abbott,” you grinned, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him down to you, kissing him deeply.

Rhett responded in kind, a low groan escaping his mouth as his arms wrapped around you and he pressed you tightly to his chest. As the kiss grew more intense, his tongue snaking out to brush against your bottom lip and beg entrance into your mouth, the two of you stumbled backwards, your back slamming up against the shelves you’d just been painstakingly restocking and upending an entire row of men’s deodorant, sending them crashing to the floor.

With low moans of both yearning and frustration, the two of you broke apart and glanced down at the mess you’d made.

“I’ll clean it up later,” you panted with an indifferent shrug of your shoulders, your lips seeking his once more.

“Damnit, honeybee,” Rhett moaned as you bit down gently on his bottom lip, his hands reaching up to play with the straps of your sundress. “You just had to wear this of all things?” he murmured, his voice thick and husky with want.

“Thought you’d like it for dinner tonight,” you whispered, smiling against his mouth.

He threw his head back slightly, which granted you access to his exposed throat. “Like it right now,” he ground out, his fingers running through your hair as you nipped and sucked on his neck. “Fuck, baby, I need you. Right now,” he practically growled, holding you closer so that you could feel just how intense his need was.

“Not here,” you told him, glancing over his shoulder. “Someone might walk in.” You could feel his heart thrumming in his chest, could hear the unsteady rhythm of his breathing. Your own heart was beating wildly, your body aching with just as much need as his. “Come help me with something in the back,” you told him with a mischievous grin, taking his hand and leading him into the back supply room, making sure to close the door firmly behind you.

It wasn’t a huge room, but it felt even smaller with Rhett standing in it, his large, powerfully built frame the only thing your eyes could focus on.

His gaze was fixed on you as well, his blue eyes blazing as he looked at you. He only broke eye contact for a moment to glance around the room, a smile curving his lips as his eyes darted back to your face.

“Never imagined we’d be fooling around in here, honeybee,” he murmured, his pulse racing at the very notion of taking you in the back of your parents’ store, a store which anyone from town could walk into at any moment.

“Do you not want to?” you asked, chewing on your bottom lip and twisting your hand in the folds of your dress.

“Oh, make no mistake, baby,” Rhett rasped, stepping closer to you. “I want to.” His eyes were serious as he suddenly wrapped his hands around your hips and lifted you up onto the wooden worktable that sat behind you, spreading your legs so that he could step between them. “I want to,” he said again, burying his fingers in your hair as he kissed you like a starving man.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” you breathed out, rubbing your body against his and kicking your sandals off so that they fell to the floor. “Someone could—I mean anyone might—”

“Honeybee, trust me,” he cut you off, resting his forehead against yours. “The way you got me goin’, I don’t need much time.”

You mewled softly in response, turned on by his words as he lowered his head to kiss you once more. You were desperate to run your fingers through his hair, but his hat was in the way. Moaning softly against his lips, you reached up and tugged it off his head. For a moment, you considered dropping it next to you on the table, but then a better idea struck you. Smirking slightly, you dropped his hat right on top of your head, feeling the way his body went taut beneath your palms.

“Honeybee,” he grunted, his work-roughened fingers digging into your waist through the fabric of your dress. “You’re really determined to make me lose my damn mind, aren’t you?”

“Come on, cowboy,” you whispered teasingly, your tongue flicking out against his lower lip. “Clock’s ticking.”

Your words seemed to flip some kind of switch in his mind because suddenly he was pulling you to the edge of the table, his hands less than gentle as he shoved your dress up, bunching it around your waist. Slipping his hand between your legs, he pushed your panties to the side and swiped two fingers up your slit without preamble.

“Fuck,” he panted under his breath, his head falling forward to lean against your shoulder. “Already soaking wet for me, honeybee,” he moaned, pressing a kiss to your bare skin just to the right of your dress strap.

You just gasped out his name in response, your arms tightening around him, which spurred him to slip both those fingers inside you, curling them against your spongy walls in a way that had you struggling to catch your next breath.

“Rhett,” you whimpered, burying your face in the crook of his neck as his fingers pumped in and out of you at a relentless pace. He smelled like sweat and sun and the Wyoming earth. He smelled like Rhett. And there was nothing that aroused you more.

“Sh, sh, I got you, baby. I’m gonna take care of my girl,” he murmured softly, peppering your temple and the side of your face with kisses.

“Need you,” you gasped, fisting your hand in the front of his plaid work shirt. “Need you inside me. Now,” you begged, your pulse racing in your veins as the temperature in the back room steadily climbed.

Rhett didn’t put up any argument, his fingers sliding out of you as he reached for the waistband of your panties and tugged them down your legs, leaving the soft scrap of fabric dangling around your ankles, all while you reached for the belt at his waist, unbuckling it with lithe fingers before making quick work of the button and zipper of his jeans.

“Damn, honeybee, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you move so quickly. Like lightning,” Rhett chuckled hoarsely, pressing a sloppy kiss to your mouth.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” you laughed breathlessly, helping him tug down his jeans and his boxers just enough so that he could free himself from their constraints. He was thick and hard and ready, but he pumped himself a few times for good measure before lining himself up against your entrance.

“You alright, baby?” he asked, stroking your cheek with his free hand. He knew you were usually used to more foreplay than this, and he didn’t want to hurt you.

“Mhm,” you nodded, cupping his face in your hands to reassure him. “Please, baby,” you mouthed against his lips.

Within seconds, he was buried deep inside you, your fingers tangled in his hair and your legs locked around his waist as he began rocking his hips back and forth in an increasingly frenzied rhythm.

It was messy and sloppy and chaotic, and you loved every minute of it. You cherished the moments of slow lovemaking that you and Rhett shared, when he worshiped every inch of your body and took his time giving you more pleasure than you ever could have thought possible. But you also loved these wild and crazy moments, when the two of you were so overcome by your animalistic need for each other that your bodies came crashing together in a way that was so uncontrolled and frantic and perfect because it was yours.

“Rhett,” you moaned, your voice high-pitched with pleasure. “Rhett, Rhett, Rhett,” you cried, tugging on his hair and panting against his ear, your words tumbling out in concert with the sound and rhythm of his thrusts.

“Right here, honeybee,” he gasped out, lacing his fingers through yours as he reached for one of your hands. “I’m right—oh, yeah. Oh, shit, baby. Shit, shit, shit,” he grunted as his movements became more frenetic and out of sync.

You knew he was close. So were you.

“Rhett! Baby, I’m—”

“Sweetheart?”

Everything came to a crashing halt as the sound of your mother’s voice suddenly pierced your consciousness. Your back stiffened immediately and your eyes went wide with horror.

“Rhett!” you whispered frantically, your boyfriend still rutting inside you.

You could tell from the way his head had shot up in alarm that he could hear your mother, too, but he was too far gone now. You both were, and neither of you knew how to stop.

You heard your mother call out your name, louder this time. “Are you here, honey?”

Terrified of what your voice would sound like when you called out to her, you first made sure to clamp a hand over Rhett’s mouth, trying to keep him as silent as possible.

“Y-yes, Mama!” you called out, breathing through your nose to keep from screaming out in pleasure as Rhett continued to pound away, hitting your most sensitive spot. “I’m in the back!”

Rhett’s forehead screwed up in concentration and you felt him take your fingers into his mouth, which sent your eyes rolling into the back of your head in ecstasy.

“Are you okay? Do you need help?” your mother asked. It still sounded like she was near the front of the store.

“No!” you practically shouted, eyes widening once more. “I mean, um, I’m okay! I’ll be out in a m-minute,” you announced, your legs starting to tremble violently.

Burying your face in Rhett’s shoulder, your hand still clamped firmly over his mouth, you rocked your hips against his at an almost violent pace, desperate to drive the both of you over the edge.

You could feel him tense up, caught his gaze as he looked at you, his blue eyes almost hazy from the high of his pleasure. Wordlessly, the two of you stared at one another as, seconds apart, you came undone, your mouth open in a silent scream as your climax tore through you. You could feel the warmth flooding you as Rhett reached his finish as well, his chest heaving as you continued to hold your hand against his lips.

Your mother called your name again as Rhett’s lips met yours in a searing kiss, one that robbed you of any breath you might have had left.

“Just a minute, Mama!” you called, hoping you didn’t sound as lightheaded as you felt.

“God, I love you,” Rhett whispered, holding you close to his chest as he stroked your back slowly.

“I love you, too,” you whispered in return, leaning against him for support.

Knowing you were short on time, he pulled back reluctantly to reach for your panties, sliding them back up your legs and securing them in place. He pressed the fabric against your entrance, knowing it was liable to get messy when you stood up. He dropped a kiss on your forehead before stepping back to adjust his pants, buckling his belt as quietly as possible.

“Grab that box off the shelf,” you instructed him, sliding off the table and adjusting your dress. “There’s no way Mama isn’t going to see you, so we’ll just tell her you were helping me get some things from back here.”

Rhett shot you a mildly skeptical look, but did as you told him, pulling a large box off a high shelf.

Just as you were about to open the door, however, he suddenly hissed. “Honeybee! My hat!”

Gasping, you quickly pulled off his Stetson and dropped it back on his head, grateful that he was paying more attention than you were.

When you and Rhett finally stepped back into the store, your mama looked over and raised a surprised brow.

“Hi, Mama,” you chirped with an overly bright smile. “Rhett just stopped by on his lunch break and offered to help me get some boxes from the back,” you offered before she could even ask.

“Ma’am,” Rhett nodded respectfully, his cheeks turning bright red.

Your mama glanced from you to your boyfriend, then to the back of the store, and back again. You felt your heart plummet inside your chest. Your mother wasn’t a stupid woman. And you weren’t a very good liar.

“Thank you, Rhett,” was all she said, glancing down at the cash register. “Always such a good boy.”

“Of course, ma’am. Um, thank you,” Rhett stammered sheepishly, unable to meet your mother’s eye.

“Um, well, shouldn’t you get going, baby? I’m sure your daddy and brother are getting hungry, waiting on you to bring home lunch,” you said, shooting him a pointed look.

“Oh, yeah,” Rhett nodded, blue eyes widening slightly. “You’re right about that. I best be off. I’ll see you tonight, honeybee,” he told you, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. Turning towards your mother, he tipped his hat in deference before hurrying out the front door.

As soon as the door slammed shut behind him, your mother turned to look at you, eyebrows arched.

You swallowed nervously, wanting nothing more than for the earth to devour you whole.

“Just be glad, little missy, that it was me and not your daddy who came back early,” your mama said, shooting you a knowing look before pulling out the ledger from underneath the counter. “Now can you go pick up that deodorant that’s all over the floor?”

“Yes, Mama,” you nodded, your mortification complete as you slowly walked towards the back of the store.

As you walked, you felt your phone buzzing in your dress pocket. Pulling it out, you saw it was a text from Rhett.

Sorry, honeybee 😬😘

Smiling despite yourself, you tapped out a quick message in response.

You’ll just have to make it up to me tonight 😉

[myloveforyunho]

heartache || jung wooyoung

♪ song of the chapter

pairing : boyfriend! wooyoung x girlfriend! y/n

content warnings: drinking, drunk driving, arguing, rage rage rage, wooyoung falsely accuses you, not much plot jus the feels!

word count: 1.7k words ↴

⊹ authors note; back home by kayla is such an amazing song… it sucks to say it brings back interesting memories. i hope you enjoy the chapter :) please re-blog if possible ツ

“i don’t fucking care!!! i don’t fucking care what you seen!!!!” you screamed at the top of your lungs in wooyoung’s face. wooyoung tried to grab your shoulders, only resulting in you shoving him off.

“i seen everything!!!! i seen fucking everything!!!!” wooyoung yells. you can smell the alcohol on his breath, causing your face to scrunch up.

according to wooyoung, he saw you dancing “sexually” with mingi. according to wooyoung, you were “grinding” on mingi. according to wooyoung, mingi was “licking his lips” when you were “grinding” on him.

all you guys were doing was dancing to gangnam style, there’s literally no skin on skin contact that occurs during that song. you were letting him do his usual bantering, until he genuinely started talking shit and accusing you of stuff.

you walked to the kitchen, hands shaking. grabbing anything that could possibly calm you down. there was nothing to be found, so you just pace, hoping that wooyoung would just go to sleep. but nope, did you think he was gonna let up that easily?

“i practically saw his cock getting hard in his pants!!!!” he walks up to you again, you sighing in frustration.

“babe…. what?!?!?” you say in disbelief, holding your temples.

“you always talk about how big mingi’s cock is!!! you always talk about his bulge in his pants even when he’s not hard!!! you’re literally a freak when it comes to mingi!?!? so even if you did see something, it definitely wasn’t what you thought.” you yell in his face while chuckling, trying to make light of the situation. after no response from him, you decided to speak more or forever hold your peace.

“you are being fucking stupid. this is EXACTLY why yeosang said you shouldn’t drink tonight.” you said trying to get out of his face, wooyoung standing in your way nonetheless.

“he said that?!?!” wooyoung says very genuinely, backing out of your face.

“yes. he did say that. he seems to be the only fucking smart one out of the two of you…” you say walking to the fridge to grab a gatorade. you shoulder check wooyoung walking into your shared bedroom, hearing light cries from him some moments later.

this ALWAYS happens. he gets drunk, gets angry, cries, and then regrets everything the next morning all the while saying he’ll never drink again. this time around tho, you’re not gonna stay in the house with him.

you grab your tote bag and grab an extra change of clothes, putting on some pjs. you grab any makeup or self care products you may need for the night and the morning after.

your eyes well up slightly at the sound of wooyoung crying, as it’s the worst sound one could listen to. no matter how mad you are at him, the sound of his devastating crying will always make your heart ache.

you wipe your tears and sniffle, putting on your dwaekki slippers and walking past wooyoung to the front door, not daring to look at him. but you knew that would never happen.

he was bowing down in a praying position, crying hysterically.

“please don’t leave. please don’t leave me like this… i beg you, i beg you, i beg you…” he sniffles, not even looking at you.

“wooyoung… get some sleep.” you say shamefully, closing the door softly behind you.

you get in the car, starting it. of course the song that was previously playing on your radio was mist by ateez, very specifically wooyoung's part. you quickly change the song, switching it to a txt cd. fuck this shit.

“hey…” you say, looking at the person who opened the door.

“hey… what are you doing here so late????” beomgyu asks, pulling his sleeves down and running his fingers through his very obviously messed up hair from sleeping.

“i’m having issues with wooyoung again… and i really don’t want anyone else… involved right now because it will just start shit. is it possible to crash here tonight?” you ask beomgyu, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight shone behind you.

“no need to ask, y/n/n!!!! comeeeeee innn!!!” huening kai says, pulling you in while you stumble upon your feet.

hours after playing mario kart with beomgyu, soobin, and huening kai, you all crashed out on the couch. it was about 5am when yeonjun came tapping on your shoulder.

“y/n/n… y/n/n…!” yeonjun tries waking you up, only to not get any response from you. instead his shouting woke up the other members, all of them walking up to you to shake your shoulders.

“what… what!!” you say startled, looking around. you completely forgot how you even got here, until your heart dropped realizing that you got into yet another argument with wooyoung over absolutely nothing.

“chan is on his way.” yeonjun says while holding his phone up to his ear slightly.

“what??? what is going on???” you ask as you sit up, kai bringing you a glass of orange juice, followed by your thank you.

“well i guess wooyoung drove drunk to their dorm last night..” yeonjun starts to speak, looking off while listening to whoever was speaking on the phone.

“WHAT?!?! are you fucking joki- what??? is he okay? this motherfucker…” you say while kai grabs the orange juice from you and puts it on the table, to refrain from you almost spilling it on beomgyu from your hand motions.

“yes yes he’s fine… he wanted to be with changbin because he felt ‘alone’” yeonjun put up air quote marks while he holds his phone with his shoulder up to his ear.

you put your head down in shame and face palm. what will you ever do with this man? your heart races in terror, already mentally preparing the rage that you’re gonna release to reprimand him for his drinking and driving.

minutes later you hear a light knock on the door, already being able to tell it was chan with his polite self. you immediately get up just to have taehyun attempt to slow you down from getting to the door so fast.

terry could already tell what you were up to, he could sense the wheels turning in your head. you swing the door open, coming face to face with chan, changbin, mingi, hongjoong, and wooyoung.

“hel-“ chan starts to say with a smile, you attempt to push past him to wooyoung while beomgyu grabs your shoulders.

“you are SO FUCKING STUPID ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!? you could’ve fucking hurt yourself!!!!! are YOU FUCKING.. ARE YOU STUPID??!!?” you yell in wooyoung's face, soobin grabbing your stomach to hold you back. you see wooyoung's eyes well up.

“no hello or anything??” chan whispers under his breath, mingi chuckling at him.

“i’m so sorry…” wooyoung says quietly, his voice cracking, along with your heart. your eyes well up slightly ofcourse, still having a fit of rage shown upon your face.

“for what?” hongjoong says while walking up to the both of you.

“what exactly happened last night, wooyoung. what did you do last night. you understand what you did right?” hongjoong asked wooyoung matter of factly.

“i- kinda? all i know is that i thought i saw mingi and y/n grinding.. but!! i was entirely wrong! i really was!” wooyoung's voice cracks, holding his hands up to you slightly.

“wait?!?! this was about me?!?” mingi asks with his hands on his chest, soobin looking at him with one raised eyebrow.

“it was.” you say while looking at wooyoung, hoping mingi doesn’t take anything the wrong way.

“and you did something else a little outrageous too, didn’t you?” changbin crosses his arms, getting in wooyoung's face a bit.

“yea i… i drove drunk…” wooyoung admits while fumbling with his hands, walking more towards you.

“i know. you’re an idiot, wooyoung.” you say with a straight face.

“i’m so sorry. i don’t even know what happened. i’m just.. i know sorry isn’t the answer because this seems to happen every time… it’s always a cycle…” wooyoung looks into your eyes for any bit of forgiveness. you break down, beomgyu immediately coming to you to comfort you.

“you guys are still crying?” yeonjun walks up to the group, while eating m&m’s out of his hands. this causes everyone to chuckle a little bit, raising your head up to laugh lightly. wooyoung didn’t care to laugh in the moment tho.

“look. we’re gonna have to figure something out, because there’s no way in hell i’d leave you. and there’s no way in hell i’m going to continue to deal with your drunk self, it’s just not cutting it anymore, wooyoung.” you speak lowly, kai leaning closer to listen.

“yea maybe like… on the days wooyoung wants to have a little fun you guys can stay at our dorm, so we have better control on who says what and how we can prevent things.” hongjoong walks up to you and wooyoung, brushing past kai to get closer to the two of you.

“i’m fine with that… i’m just tired of you accusing me of things wooyoung. i don’t know if you don’t trust me or what?? why can’t you ever take my word for things..” you look down.

“it’s really not me that doesn’t trust you, it’s emotional drunk woo.” wooyoung grabs your hands.

“i will trust you until the end of time, and i swear on that.” wooyoung says, looking into your eyes.

you look at him with doe eyes, leaning in slowly to hug him. changbin awes and most of the boys walk inside the house to give you some space. hongjoong stays outside and talks to you both some more, just mending some things.

all three of you start to hear beomgyu yelling while running around the house. you walk in to see mingi chasing beomgyu with a crab that taehyun planned to cook.

“come back with that…!!! these kids…” taehyun says while looking down with his mouth cover mask on.

“these kids…” soobin speaks with a sigh. he runs to mingi to try to grab it out of his hand, only to be chased with it throughout the house while screaming.

most of the house was laughing at this moment, and you’re just so glad that you have these friends to come to no matter your problems with wooyoung.

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[erikiara80]

Theory: Jancy’s first lie scene is also about Jopper and the curse

I was rewatching Murray scenes in S2 and S3 and I noticed something in this one I never did before. This could be a big evidence that young Jopper, or at least Hop, are really cursed and that they probably were together in the og timeline.

I talk about the possible hints that they were married and are Will and El’s parents here

So, I think the first parallel/connection is when Nancy and Jon mention the theory that El is russian (later they also drink vodka)

This is foreshadowing of Jopper’s storyline in S4, not Jancy’s. Hopper is in Russia, Joyce gets a doll from him but Murray suspects it might be pregnant with an explosive device. Something Owens compares El to a few episodes later. And interestingly the doll is actually “pregnant” with the message that Hopper is alive.

Then the first lie scene. If the vodka and the mention of Russia are foreshadowing of Jopper’s storyline in S4, this could be about their past

After Nancy and Jon say that they're just friends, Murray laughs. "You told me a lot of shockers today but that... that is the first lie.”

That reminded me of the First Shadow. In my defence, I couldn’t make the connection before they announced the prequel, lol.

And @chirpsythismorning noticed something very interesting. The song that plays when Hopper is stuck in the tunnels in S2 is Shadow in the tunnel. That doesn’t mean that he is the shadow, but that he is associated with it. 

Nancy insists: "It's not a lie." Murray: "No? You're young, attractive, you've got chemistry, history. Plus, the real shit. Shared trauma." This could be about young Jopper too. Because we know that something bad happened way before 1983. In 1959, the year Hopper said he started to feel cursed.

Murray continues and tells Jon (our Hopper here): "Trust issues, am I right? Something to do with your dad." 

"No, I mean, my dad is..." 

Nancy: "An asshole." This is about Lonnie, but it could also be about Hopper's father, who thought his son was a piece of shit.

@shippingfangirl013​ I have to quote you here:  And the “my dad is…” “An asshole” Paired with the “well they must have gotten married for some reason” in S1. “I wasn’t around for that part” = Jonathan’s parents being in love.

Yep.

And then Murray mentions a curse: “It's a curse to see so clearly."

First lie, First Shadow, and a curse...

Hopper is the only character who’s been saying since S1 that he feels like he’s cursed. In S4 he even says that HE is the curse. And Jo pointed out that episode 4x02, Vecna’s curse, starts with Hopper apparently dying, only to reveal that he’s actually alive. Hm, stuck in a loop, maybe? I’m working on a post about Hopper and the curse, but I’ll just say that after he wakes up in 4x02, we see Max wake up too, from a Vecna nightmare, we see the poster of The Endless Summer and hear the clock-bike sound effect. Here the video.

But back to Murray and the first lie. It’s Nancy’s turn. Murray tells her that she wants safety (like Joyce)

Then another big parallel with Jopper. The We like Steve (Bob) But we don’t love Steve (Bob) 

Murray calls Nancy out. Saying that she loves Steve (Bob) is the second lie of the evening (and so is Joyce not being with Jim, the man she loves)

As Kayla says: Safety = Bob = MK Ultra manipulation, because of the flashbacks she has in S3 after being around Hopper.

Then THIS poster. It never made much sense to me when I thought about Jancy. But it makes a lot of sense if the scene is not just about them, but a parallel with Jopper and Hopper, the cursed one.

Here another parallel. Murray tells Nancy and Jon to have sex. The same thing he tells Joyce and Hopper in S3.

(red and yellow here, El and Will’s colors)

And I think this is important. That night Nancy and Jonathan GET together, and we don’t see the poster when they kiss, because they're not the ones that are cursed. Hopper and Joyce Maldonado are. The part with Murray is the parallel with Jopper’s past. Someone has been watching them for a very long time.

Note: The poster is a Big Brother poster. Brother, The lost brother, the original title of The Lost sister, an episode with tons of references to One and the lab (here, here and here)

Kayla also made another great connection with the song at the end of S2, Every breath you take. Maybe it’s not just about Will or El. It’s about their family. They’re all there. Will, El, Jonathan, Hopper and Joyce.

And the last words we hear before the last shot, the Mind Flayer looming over the school: Oh don’t you see? You belong to me

(Water is always involved too, right? Sorry, just wanted to point it out)

So, in conclusion I think that this Jancy scene is Jopper coded and maybe it tells us what happened to them. 

The question is: why is Hopper cursed? Were he and the others there, Joyce, Bob, maybe Scott Clarke, when the exorcism happened and something went wrong? Or maybe they stopped Betty, who wanted to help Henry, because they wanted to protect her (if she's really Bob's sister it makes sense) But without her help, something horrible happened. Or maybe something bad happened to her.

I feel like Hopper did something that changed everything. Maybe he thought he was doing the right thing but he was wrong and made things worse. We’ll see!

Anyway, I really like this theory. Tagging you too @lilitblaukatz​ 

[television-overload]

Fanfiction Masterlist

It's been a long time coming but it's high time I put all the fanfic I've written in one place. Let's see if I can remember to keep this post updated this time.

I have written for: NCIS, X-Files, Star Wars, and Harry Potter

***This list is in progress, and I am working on putting all my work on Archive of Our Own, be on the lookout for additions***

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NCIS

...and next thing i knew [Tumblr]

(Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David)

Silly little ficlet inspired by Tony's beard in Past Present Future. Takes place sometime after season 17.

Back to You [AO3]

(Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David)

A year after leaving Ziva on the tarmac, Tony can't stand being without her anymore, so he books a flight straight to Israel to see her again. However, he has more than a few surprises waiting for him when he gets there.

Between Friends [AO3] [Tumblr]

(Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David)

Because there was a deleted kiss from season 10 that almost made it into Family First... and I wanted to know what that would have looked like (please, CBS, release the kiss!)

Code Z [AO3] [Tumblr]

(Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David)

Almost 9 months after Tony leaves Ziva in Israel, McGee and Bishop answer Tony's desk phone to a surprise caller, a very distressed and fearful Ziva. Can Tony make it in time to witness one of the most important moments in his life?

Count to a Million [AO3] [Tumblr]

(Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David)

Sniper? What sniper? Count to a million, Tony is on his way to Israel to be with Ziva. And she's looking forward to it just as much as he is.

Gotta Be Love [AO3] [Tumblr]

(Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David)

Tony and Ziva are having fun babysitting Kayla and Jared Vance, but apparently kids are more perceptive than they'd thought. Kayla sees something in Tony and Ziva that they, themselves, do not see.

How Does a Moment Last Forever [AO3] [Tumblr]

(Tony DiNozzo & Tali DiNozzo; Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David)

How a shared love of movies helped Tony and Tali through their grief.

I Saw My Friend [AO3 *TBA*] [Tumblr]

(General; Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David)

After discovering Ziva's private shed and journals, Agent Bishop ponders the impact of her predecessor and what she went through.

I Will [AO3] [Tumblr]

(Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David; Tony DiNozzo & Tali DiNozzo)

Post-17x11 - “Who knows how long I’ve loved you? You know I love you still. Will I wait a lonely lifetime? If you want me to, I will.” -The Beatles

Phantoms [AO3] [Tumblr]

(General)

Gibbs has always had conversations with the dead. Diane dropping by years after her death is no surprise. But a few other people make their own appearances, helping Gibbs to cope with his current situation and the uncertainty of the future.

Precious Cargo [AO3 *TBA*] [Tumblr]

(Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David)

On the flight back from rescuing Ziva in Somalia, Tony thinks about just how close he came to losing her.

Promise Me [AO3 *TBA*] [Tumblr]

(Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David)

What if a confession of feelings followed the scene in the elevator? Swan Song AU.

Puzzle Pieces [Tumblr]

(Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David)

Short season 13 ficlet, Tony musing on the missing other half of his heart.

Season 3 [AO3]

(Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David)

A Tiva fic for every episode of season 3. May include: missing scenes, internal thoughts of characters, and more!

Seen It All Before [AO3] [Tumblr]

(Ellie Bishop/Nick Torres; implied Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David)

Torres and Bishop are starting to remind Tim of two other agents he used to know... They're not as good at hiding it as they think they are. He's seen this all before.

Someday [AO3 *TBA*] [Tumblr]

(Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David)

After Tony and Ziva spend the evening babysitting Vance's kids, they have a little talk about Tony's apparent fear of children, and what they see in regards to a family in their own future.

Not Alone [AO3] [Tumblr]

(Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David)

Delving into Tony's thoughts during the scene at the end of "Shiva" in season 10.

To Those Who Wait [AO3] [Tumblr]

(Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David)

Following the events of 17x11 "In the Wind," Tony and Tali get the best kind of surprise on the streets of Paris.

The Walls That Tell Our Stories [AO3] [Tumblr]

(Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David)

What I think we all want to imagine happened after the doors closed on that elevator at the end of Ducky's farewell episode.

White Christmas [AO3] [Tumblr]

(Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David; Timothy McGee/Delilah Fielding; Jimmy Palmer/Jessica Knight)

For Christmas 2023, the NCIS family makes their way to Alaska to celebrate all together for the first time in years.

Worth It [AO3] [Tumblr]

(Tony DiNozzo/Ziva David)

Tag to 09x13 "A Desperate Man." Ziva tells Tony about Ray standing her up at dinner the night before, and Tony has a "what if" moment. What if Tony had been there for Ziva when Ray was not?

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X-Files

beautiful [AO3] [Tumblr]

(Fox Mulder/Dana Scully; Fox Mulder & Maggie Scully)

Weakened by her latest round of chemotherapy, Scully doesn't feel much like herself. Mulder helps her find the strength to keep fighting.

chance encounter [AO3] [Tumblr]

(Fox Mulder/Dana Scully)

Six months after becoming fugitives from the US government, Mulder and Scully have a chance encounter with someone that is very important to them.

Field of Dreams [AO3] [Tumblr]

(Fox Mulder/Dana Scully)

Mulder's favorite movie inspires him to fill his seemingly endless free time with a special project shortly after moving into the Unremarkable House.

neither snow nor rain [AO3] [Tumblr]

rain [AO3] [Tumblr]

(Fox Mulder/Dana Scully)

It looks like a certain niche magazine is publishing again.

of our own making [AO3]

(Fox Mulder/Dana Scully)

After the events of Amor Fati, Mulder isn't quite ready to give up on a miracle. It just might take a little extra work to get there. (a.k.a. the msr adoption fic)

(Fox Mulder/Dana Scully)

Two agents, caught in the rain again. Mulder does what he's always wanted to do.

sh-boom [AO3] [Tumblr]

(Fox Mulder/Dana Scully)

In his defense, the dreams he constantly has of Scully are extremely vivid. Where does the boundary between dream and reality lie? Takes place sometime in February 1998, during Season 5.

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Star Wars

a dozen roses [AO3] [Tumblr]

(Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze)

Some thoughts in the last moments of Duchess Satine Kryze's reign. Told from both Obi-Wan and Satine's perspectives.

a lily etched in armor [AO3]

(Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze; Korkie Kryze & Ahsoka Tano)

After the excitement of exposing the corruption on Mandalore, Korkie Kryze shows his new friend Ahsoka something that once belonged to his father.

concordia [AO3]

(Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze; Qui-Gon Jinn & Obi-Wan Kenobi; Qui-Gon Jinn & Satine Kryze)

The year on the run lasts a little longer than expected, and the group of three fugitives turns into four.

Dancing in the Dark [AO3]

(Ben Solo/Rey)

Just a whole lotta touch-starved, lonely Ben Solo feeling a lot of feels when the Force decides to connect him to Rey. Completely self-indulgent angst and fluff.

hope like the sun [AO3] [Tumblr]

(Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze; Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker; Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker)

Obi-Wan wakes in a world where Anakin Skywalker never became Darth Vader, where instead of everything going wrong, everything went right. Is that too much for him to ask for?

i found gravity [AO3] [Tumblr]

(Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze; Padmé Amidala & Satine Kryze; Padmé Amidala & Obi-Wan Kenobi)

Padmé thinks she's introducing two of her good friends at a Senate gala on Coruscant. Turns out, they already seem to know each other. And they promptly forget she exists once they're in each other's orbit again.

Life Force [AO3]

(Ben Solo/Rey)

The force was not ready for the Skywalker bloodline to end. As Rey stands before the twin sunset of Tatooine, a special visitor stops by that reignites her hope for the future.

like a lily among the thorns [AO3] [Tumblr]

(Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze)

Utterly destroyed and ravaged by war, Satine wonders if she'll ever see that glimmer of light that she always hoped to see on Mandalore.

Like Life Itself [AO3]

(Ben Solo/Rey)

Rey senses a new presence in the Force after settling on Tatooine. It's not entirely Ben, and it's not entirely her. Can Ben come back to her? After all, their bond IS a power like life itself.

Mother [AO3]

(Satine Kryze & Anakin Skywalker; Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker; Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze; Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker)

Two times Anakin really needed a mother, and Duchess Satine Kryze went above and beyond to help him.

shadows [AO3]

(Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze)

When Satine's plan to acquire proof that Deputy Minister Jerec's testimony was tampered with falls through, she must seek another way to clear her own name and reestablish faith in her Mandalorian government. She may need help from a friend.

The Sound of Mandalore [AO3] [Tumblr]

(Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze)

Uncertain what to do with a Jedi Master who is overly attached to his former Padawan, the Jedi Council decides to send Obi-Wan Kenobi to tutor Force-sensitive Mandalorian foundlings on Mandalore in the early days of the Clone Wars. The Sound of Music except Star Wars.

this could be such a dream [AO3] [Tumblr]

(Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze)

In the stillness of night during their year on the run, Satine and Obi-Wan dare to imagine a life without the responsibilities they've sworn themselves to.

to live is enough [AO3]

(Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze)

When Obi-Wan Kenobi sets out to rescue someone he loves, failure isn't an option. Your typical Lawless Satine lives canon divergence, with a dash of angst.

what they grow beyond [AO3] [Tumblr]

(Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze; Satine Kryze & Korkie Kryze)

On a rare day off, Satine reflects on her legacy.

what was once a garden [AO3]

(Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze)

Fifteen years after losing Satine to Darth Maul, a time-worn Obi-Wan Kenobi makes a trip to Mandalore to pay his respects.

your future, my fate [AO3]

(Obi-Wan Kenobi & Qui-Gonn Jinn; Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze)

While traveling through hyperspace on their first mission as master and apprentice, Qui-Gon Jinn sees visions of his new padawan's future.

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Harry Potter

Family Day at Hogwarts [AO3]

(Harry Potter & Dudley Dursley)

Hogwarts is inviting families to its first ever Family Day at Hogwarts! Against Harry's wishes, the Dursley's are sent an invitation, but only one of them is actually interested in going. A "Dudley visits Hogwarts" story.

In Loving Memory [AO3]

(Harry Potter & Severus Snape)

Harry has never really liked Halloween… for obvious reasons. A certain professor isn't really a fan either. Perhaps some healing is in the cards for both of them, after a trip out to a small village in southwest England.

[honeybcj]

more on han <3

thank u sooo much for the tag @ashercries23

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tags are open to everyone! <3

[sunshinedobi]

bad buddy fandom getting-to-know-you meme

tagged by @hyeoni-comb (i'm so glad you enjoyed "worth the wait"! <3)

note: i consider “fanworks” to pretty much everything people create related to a fandom, including but not limited to meta/analysis/discussion, gifs, fanvids/edits/fancams, filk, fanart, fanfic, fan food, fan crafts, etc. please include this note with the meme unless you have a different definition!

name and whatever you want to share about yourself

hi hi! i'm sunny, an alleycat that occasionally leaves gifts on your front porch in the form of bbs fics ;~;

when did you watch bad buddy/join the fandom?

april 2022-ish! in terms of being more active in fandom, maybe summer of 2022?

favorite ship(s)

MY PATPRANNNNNN

favorite character(s)

Pat! :]

favorite episode(s)

you do not ask a mother who her favorite child is :(

favorite scene(s)

D: i--i don't know! all of them! (episode 5 kiss? staircase proposal? PAT SINGING SAME PAGE? I DON'T KNOW)

one thing you would change about the show if you could

i love the original series with all its imperfections, but LOL if you ask about our skyy 2 that's another can of worms...

what are your some of your favorite fanworks made by other people?

Rika's wlw!patpran fanart (I don't think she's on tumblr or twitter anymore?)

Ivy's (triplelovescore) "love too big for a love song"

Kayla's (@dimplesandfierceeyes) the LEGENDARY "Fine Line" universe

Miscellar's (@miscellar) "Pinocchio" that made me cry on a plane

Z's (@thechroniclesofz) healing "your love is your life"

Bea's (@pransobrave) heart melting "Beloved"

and many more!

(also not to be gooey on main, but the fact that i've met so many wonderful friends through bbs is something that makes me feel some kind of wonderful! :>)

(if you create fanworks) what are your favorite fanworks that you’ve made?

"heart in a cage" - my eldest daughter, my beloved sapphic!patpran fic ;~;

"sleepless in bangkok" - honestly written self-indulgently for myself, but glad to see that people enjoy it! although y'all really, really need to get some sleep and stop relating to patpran. they are NOT in a good headspace rn.

a song that makes you think of bbs (the ones in the show don’t count lol)

"Same Page" (womp womp, sunny is not creative)

"Ni Yao De Ai" by Penny Tai (my own fault for projecting this song onto sib!patpran lol)

"double take" by dhruv

idk anything else you want us to know?

I REALLY MISS PATPRAN

[wrongcaitlyn]

bc talk-your-talk-verse kayla's birthday is april fools, and today is april 1, i have to share my hc's of her music taste

i think the only thing i mentioned already is her being an arianator, which is still very very canon. most of all, i think the funny thing is that, despite being a lesbian, she absolutely LOVES a straight girl breakup anthem. thank u next by ariana, you're just a boy (and i'm kinda the man), lost the breakup, and BSC by maisie peters, sue me and feather by sabrina carpenter are what automatically come to mind

that's not to say she doesn't listen to queer artists, because she definitely does. girl in red and sabrina carpenter just released a collab which she would LOVE. also, she's the biggest renee rapp fan to ever exist. from what i've seen (even though i don't listen to her) i think she'd like chappell roan too

honestly she just really loves upbeat pop music. she's the #1 pop stan of the household, even though nico and will occasionally listen to it (and apollo-ish), but she just loves every pop girl (aka, she is me) - she needs music to be able to work out to, and also just absolutely slays at karaoke. one of my fave hc's is that despite focusing on archery, she has an incredible voice - she'll sing the high notes of dangerous woman just bc she can, and she does it easily

other than that, other songs that i listen to when thinking of songs kayla would like are

greedy (both the ariana grande song and the tate mcrae song)

looking at me by sabrina carpenter

all american bitch, ballad of a homeschooled girl, and good 4 u by olivia rodrigo

guy on a horse by maisie peters

pretty girls and not my fault by renee rapp (and anything else by her)

she claims she's not a swiftie specifically to antagonize will but def loves blank space/i did something bad/ready for it. will and her get oddly competitive (as those two fandoms do... which coming from an arianator and swiftie is very annoying tbh) but it's all lighthearted, even when they take the success of eternal sunshine vs ttpd as a personal competition

she is also one of those people that doesn't make separate playlists, but instead just puts her liked songs on repeat. i know, it's horrifying, but i think she definitely does it

anyway, happy birthday kayla <3

[caught-in-the-filter]

“I’ll Follow You” — Shinedown

[invisibleraven]

Imagine your OTP where both partners want to surprise the other one with a wonderful date but all of their cleverly thought-out plans fail and it looks like this is going to go down in history as the worst Valentine’s Day ever. + if it’s actually not that bad in the end /Jayla

Kayla looked over her gathered supplies, ticking each one off in her mind-citronella candles, blanket, basket, food, sunscreen. Everything was there, ready for an amazing picnic with Julie to celebrate their first Valentine's Day together.

They had both agreed not to plan anything, as everything would be crazy and booked, and a quiet night was all they needed.

"Why celebrate our relationship only on special days?" Julie had asked.

But Kayla had always been a romantic so she couldn't not do anything. She figured a nice picnic was a great date and special since it wasn't something they did often.

Unfortunately, Julie was not home yet. She had gone out this morning to help Flynn get ready for her date with Carrie-a date which Kayla knew they were both planning on proposing on. But she had expected Julie back long before now.

"I'm home!" Julie said, finally entering the house a half hour later. "Sorry, Flynn lost the ring and then Bobby lost Carrie, and it was a whole thing. You look nice."

"Thanks," Kayla replied, accepting a kiss. "Go get ready, we have lunch plans."

"I thought we were just staying home?" Julie asked, a nervous expression on her face.

Kayla shrugged. "Figured I should put in some effort. Nothing fancy, but a nice lunch, just the two of us."

"That sounds nice," Julie replied. "Be back in two shakes."

"One... two..." Kayla drawled as Julie raced to their bedroom, earning her a glare. Though soon enough Julie was back in a nice sundress, her hair flowing freely. Kayla spun her around with an exaggerated whistle, then grabbed her horde of stuff and lead them towards the car.

The park was a little more crowded than Kayla had counted on, but she managed to find them a spot under a large maple tree, setting out the blankets and candles before instructing Julie to sit, laying out the food.

"This is delicious," Julie said, digging into her container of salad. "Hope the ants stay away."

"That's what the candles are for," Kayla replied, peeling her clementine and popping a segment into her mouth.

No sooner had she said that, but an errant ball hit one of the candles, knocking it over, the flame catching the edge of the blanket and the picnic basket. Kayla swore, stomping out the flame and dumping her water bottle over the rest.

"Well fuck," Kayla grumbled. "Guess I'm not getting my deposit back."

"It's okay, we have plenty of food left," Julie assured her.

Kayla nodded, but mourned the now ruined cupcakes she had in the basket. There were more at home, but these ones had the perfect little love hearts on top and now they were a mushy pile of melted sugar and boot prints.

"Hey, you wanna dance?" Julie asked as they finished their food. There was a guy playing guitar nearby, giving them the prefect soundtrack.

Kayla grinned, and pulled her up, the two of them swaying with shared smiles as the songs progressed from soft to boisterous. Even after the playing ended, they still danced, though Julie glanced off to the side where her phone was blinking with messages on the blanket.

"You waiting for Flynn to text?" Kayla asked.

Julie murmured her agreement then shook herself. "Yeah, sorry. A little distracted." She kissed Kayla then; a sweet, lingering thing. "I'm all yours."

Kayla was about to reply when the heavens opened up, soaking them both in a deluge of rain. They had been so wrapped up in each other that they hadn't noticed the gathering rain clouds and darkened sky. They dashed for the shelter of the tree, but it didn't offer much protection. So they threw the blanket over themselves, gathered up their things and ran off to the car.

"Well that was a bust," Kayla said, biting back a giggle at their waterlogged appearances.

"I dunno, up until the rain, it was okay," Julie replied, but then shivered. "How about we head home and dry off?"

Back home in dry clothes, hair wrapped in towels, they ventured into the kitchen where Kayla found a plate of ceviche waiting for them.

"Tia?" she asked.

Julie's shoulders slumped. "Yeah, I asked her to whip up something for us for tonight, that was the other half of the messages on my phone. There's arroz con pollo and pastales in the fridge to warm up. She just left, so this should be fine to eat."

Kayla had never eaten ceviche before, but found it was pretty good, liking the bite of the citrus and fish together. However, a few bites in, she started feeling itchy.

"Jewel, what's in this?" she asked.

"I made sure to buy the good imitation stuff, why?" Julie asked, then gave a little sneeze, then another. "Stupid rain."

"I think your aunt might have used real shrimp," Kayla replied, already feeling the swelling and hives. "Benadryl please."

"You need your EpiPen?" Julie asked, rushing to get the pills.

Kayla shook her head, swallowing the pills. "Nah, that's only for nuts. Shellfish is uncomfortable, but not deadly."

Julie nodded, biting her bottom lip. "I am going to be having a talk with tia later, I swear she knows you're allergic!"

"Hey hey, it's okay," Kayla assured her. "But maybe go get the calamine lotion so I don't scratch my skin off?"

Julie nodded, then let out a litany of sneezes before rushing off.

So they ended their night with Julie sneezing and sniffling up a storm, Kayla swollen and itchy, and demolished cupcakes littering the table.

"Some Valentine's Day huh?" Julie asked, clutching the box of tissues to her.

"A banner one that's for sure," Kayla replied, popping another allergy pill. "Though I mean, we had two nice meals, if we ignore the one that caused all this."

"We got to dance," Julie added. "Even if the rain had other plans."

"And we spent it together, which is the most important part," Kayla concluded. Julie grinned, leaning in to kiss her cheek. Or whatever part of her face wasn't broken out without giving Kayla the cold she had developed.

"Maybe next year we go to a restaurant anyways?" Julie suggested with a giggle.

"Definitely," Kayla replied with a laugh, and snuggled into Julie as much as she could, reaching for another cupcake for them to share as the both of them squealed when Flynn finally texted them both, showcasing a picture of her and Carrie wearing engagement rings and promising to tell them the story tomorrow.

And Kayla resolved to make sure when it was their turn to get engaged... she got Flynn to plan it all.

[epiphanytear]

•Get to know you tag game•

Thanks for the tag @aprylynn and @cosmicdreamgrl 💜

Name: Kayla

Pronouns: she/her

Star sign: Virgo Sun, Scorpio Moon, Taurus Rising

Siblings and a fun fact about them: I have an older sister and a twin brother. My sister is a choir teacher and works a lot with my hometown’s local theatre. My brother works with oil and can play the trumpet (although I think it’s been a while since he’s picked it up)

Pets: A cat! My Blueberry. One of the best things to happen to me 💙

Fandoms: BTS I guess? I used to be involved in some anime fandoms but not anymore

Favorite color: any shade of purple, or black

Favorite song: lmao

Favorite author: Not sure if I have one? Mostly because I kind of forget authors lol. I do enjoy most of V.E. Schwab’s books though so I’ll go with her.

Hobbies: Art and writing mostly. Been leaning towards art more though lately. Also started crocheting too

Favorite holiday: it used to be Easter because I would go to a particular destination every year since I was 2, but I haven’t been in a long time. So now I’d say just any holiday I’m with family since I don’t live near them so I don’t see them as often except for holidays.

Do you have any partners: Single Pringle

Fun facts about you/anything extra you want to share: I’m super into dragons 🐉

Tagging (if you wanna): @raplinenthusiasts @cordiallyfuturedwight @fireworksgalaxy @thisfuckingdeadlife and anyone else who wants to do this 💜

[autumntouched]

Day 27 of Ode to Phoenix

Summary: Part of the Hannix Football Rivalry AU Series in which Jake is a Cowboys fan (lol like Glen) and Natasha is a 49ers fan (like Monica and me)

Jake and Natasha's Wedding, Pt. III - The Reception

Pairings: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Warnings: Lots of alcohol, lots of kissing, PG-13 at the end (erections and suggestion of morning sex)

A/N: This fic got really long so I'm posting it in three parts. I'm sorry this took awhile, and I'm a little nervous about it but needed to stop rewriting and get on to your ACTUAL requests. Thank you so much to everyone who submitted song suggestions! As you'll see, I may have gotten a little carried away. Also, clearly some of these songs are homages to Top Gun and TGM. Please don't judge my song picks too harshly. Okay, hope you enjoy!

I'm sharing the full Hannix Wedding Playlist here, but the key songs are also included when they appear in the fic.

The Wedding | Pt. III - The Party

They barely have enough time to grab a few bites before their dances with their parents. Natasha and Jake had heatedly debated their dance playlist and when she agreed to “Buy Dirt,” Jake gave her the Spice Girls’ “Wannabe” as the dance floor opener. In no time, she’s surrounded by Gabby, Nora, her other bridesmaids Nina and Kayla, and Jake’s cousin, Fallon. 

As the DJ goes through hits from their middle and high school years, Natasha laughs at Amelia and her girlfriend, Soraya’s, appalled expressions at Soulja Boy’s “Crank That” lyrics. Gabby and Nora wave it off and drag them into the dance line. Alexis rushes out to join her mother and picks up the steps in no time, although Payback looks like he agrees with Amelia and Soraya. Once the younger guests are on the floor, the DJ swings back into the oldies and it’s not long before most of the tables are empty. 

Jake and Natasha are sure to get in a few songs with the children before they have to leave for the night. The girls dance around Jake, each wanting their turn to be held for “Best of My Love.” He gives them all a turn, swinging them up and holding their little hands in his. Natasha smiles to herself as she catches several people eyeing him adoringly or lustily. He has eyes for only her, soft and slightly longing, as he watches her sway Charlie on her hip. Exhausted from the excitement, their ring bearer is curled into her arms, fast asleep, before the end of the song. Jake carries him back to his parents while she and the girls dance to “ABC.” 

It wouldn’t be a Dagger Squad party without tequila. She’s not sure where or when Coyote managed to stash a bottle during the ceremony but one appears. 

Jake touches Natasha’s hip as she dances with the cluster of her high school friends. “May I borrow her a minute?” he asks them, which makes half her friends swoon at his Texas manners and the other half give her the most salacious winks. She rolls her eyes and flashes them both middle fingers. Between her dress and undergarments, Jake can’t do much more than grope.    

“She’s all yours now,” shoos one of her bridesmaids, Nina. 

“Where are we going?” she wants to know in between pausing to acknowledge their friends and family. Unless she is on the dance floor, it has taken her more than thirty minutes to go four feet throughout the night. 

“You’ll see,” he tells her with a secretive smile, managing to keep them moving along for the most part until they escape into the lobby. Jake takes her hand and hurries her through an unmarked door into the back of the coat room before they run into anyone else. It’s not cold enough yet for it to have much use so there is plenty of space for the circle of their friends inside. Bob, Fanboy, Coyote, Rooster, Gabby, Payback, and Nora are already holding shots of tequila. The group opens for them when they duck in, and Bob passes a glass to her while Coyote hands another to Jake. Natasha grins and raises her shot with her Navy family. 

“To the Seresin-Traces!” shouts Coyote. 

They cheer loudly as their friends echo the toast and clink their glasses before throwing back the tequila. “Another one!” Jake calls while the alcohol is still igniting its hot, smooth path to her stomach. 

Coyote pours another round, and they all wait in anticipation. Jake looks down at her, hair slightly disheveled from their enthusiastic dancing, eyes aglow with tequila and devotion. “To my stunning wife, the co-pilot of my life who loves me enough not to murder me when I annoy her, Lieutenant Commander Natasha Elena Seresin-Trace.” 

It’s no longer only the tequila warming her insides when she grins at him so widely it feels like her cheeks will split. He looks immensely proud of himself for yet again catching her by surprise. Their friends salute her then down their tequila on her behalf. The second shot leaves her feeling loose and giddy. He drops a kiss on her cheek. 

Fanboy cups his mouth. “Give us a real one! Give us a real kiss!” Everyone joins in chanting “Kiss! Kiss!” Rooster tucks a giggling Gabby under his arm. 

Natasha crooks her finger for Jake to lean down to her but instead of going for his mouth when he does, she brushes his feathery, blond locks back into place. At that, the chant turns to hoots and whistles. They’re almost nose to nose when her eyes fall back to his, and hopefully none of their friends can see that he’s looking at her like he’d rather she was destroying his hair than fixing it at the moment. Their kiss is tequila laced, slippery but heated with alcohol and delayed desire. Jake’s thumb glides along the underside of her breast, and she bows her hips into his.

Coyote, Fanboy, and Nora start singing, “It’s getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes.”

“Whoa, okay!” Gabby protests. “No, please leave her clothes on!”

“So this is where you two got lost.” 

Jake’s lips and hands freeze at the sound of his mother’s voice. The room is suddenly very quiet, all of them stunned like caught children. Natasha peeks around Jake’s shoulder at her mother-in-law, in a beautiful crimson and gold jacquard dress, who stands in the doorway between the closet and waiting room with hands on her hips. 

“Mrs. Seresin, ma’am, I can explain,” Coyote tries valiantly when she holds her french manicured hand out for the tequila. 

“I think that’s plenty for now, Javy.” He relinquishes the bottle. She tucks it into her side then sweeps her blue-gray gaze over all of them. “These two have a long night ahead of ‘em, so let’s not end it too quickly. I can let you have it back when I’m sure they’re not part of any more rounds.”

“Mom,” Jake rolls his eyes. “We’re not six. You can give it back. We’ll behave.”

Sandy looks at Natasha for her confirmation, and she nods along with Jake’s promise. “No more tequila. And we’d better get back out there.” Her eyes meet her husband’s then skitter away before they start laughing. 

Realizing his mother won’t let Coyote have the bottle back until they leave, Jake and Natasha edge past her contritely. They wave to their friends and, finally bursting into laughter, hurry back to the dance floor in time for “Gasolina.” She can’t resist admiring how the back to back shots loosen Jake’s hips even more. He must feel the same about hers because by the end of the song, she’s tucked into the curve of his body with his arm wrapped around her stomach. 

Both of them want their reception to set a record for most fun anyone’s had at a wedding. Jake doesn’t leave Derek alone until he asks Kayla to dance. When Rooster allows Zach exactly one dance with Gabby before he swoops in, Natasha introduces him to one of her cousins who is much closer to his age anyway. Amelia and Soraya also find their way to the younger adult guests, and from the group’s growing exuberance and laughter, she suspects one of the Dagger Squad members passed along the tequila. Jake and Natasha jump into the photo booth as much as they can to be part of people’s memories from the night. 

When Lise hands Natasha the mic for the bouquet toss, the DJ asks everyone to clear the dance floor. Natasha waves Sebastian and Luca up with a chair then looks around for Jake. He frowns in confusion when she asks him to come up, but he struts forward to take the seat she’s pointing to. 

“For the civilians in the audience, this is a Navy tradition,” she announces. Understanding then amusement dawns on her husband’s face. “Jake thinks I talked him out of it because it’s usually sung to a civilian bride and yours truly is also a Navy aviator. Which is partially true. But then I thought, why not let me keep tradition?”

There are whoops and claps from those who know where this is going.

Jake laughs when she’s flanked by Coyote, Maverick, and the rest of the Dagger Squad still in their dress whites to back her up singing, “You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips.”

He allows her a few lines of “You’ve Lost that Lovin’ Feelin’” before he tugs her into his lap so that they end up singing to one another along with their friends. Already fairly drunk, she finds it hard to keep track of the lyrics with the heat that radiates off him and the glitter of mischief in his green eyes. Eventually she gives up and lets herself stare at his lips, swollen from all the kissing they’ve already done, while he and the guys sing the rest of the song to her. 

“I should probably get some water after this,” she giggles when he and Bob have to help set her back on her feet. 

Jake puts an arm around her and walks her to the edge of the dance floor. “Let’s get you some before you wind up for that toss, babe.” And almost like magic, a glass is passed into his hand. They share the water, Jake holding a napkin under her chin so she doesn’t wet her dress. 

“Better?” he asks after they’ve had a second glass.

“Better,” she promises, smiling up at him gratefully. He tucks away a stray strand of her hair and gives her a hand up onto the music stage. 

She takes the toss bouquet from Lise as the DJ cues “You Can’t Hurry Love” and calls all the unmarried women to the dance floor. There’s laughter when some of the guys join the crowd, including Fanboy and Derek who’s flirtatiously trying to edge out Kayla. 

Natasha gives them a moment to prepare before she arcs the bouquet behind her. She turns in time to see Gabby remind everyone that she played volleyball as, barefoot, she explodes from the corner of the group into the air to grab the flowers before they reach the other outstretched hands. Only Amelia, perched on Soraya’s shoulders, comes close to catching it. Gabby lands gracefully despite the length of her dress. Their sister-in-laws, Sofia and Alicia, rush her eagerly. Jake and Luca clap a bright red Rooster on the shoulders as Gabby triumphantly holds up her prize. 

As soon as she steps off the stage, Natasha’s college friends swarm her after requesting their freshman year pregame song “Paper Planes.” Nina makes sure she eats at least two of the several rolls that she saved from dinner. Jake leaves to change out of his dress whites for the rest of the night. When Gloria Estafan and the Miami Sound Machine’s “Conga” comes on, her dad and Luca sweep her into the salsa, stretching her very rusty skills. She’s grateful when they’re able to slow down to Santana’s “Oye Como Va.”

Before she can catch her breath, “Honky Tonk Badonkadonk'' comes on and Sandy and Jack tug her into the line dance. Natasha has to remind herself of the steps to keep up with the kicks and turns so it’s not until she looks around for Fallon and Zach, or even Nora, and notices they’re all missing. 

Just as she realizes that a significant portion of the bride and groom’s parties have disappeared, “Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)” parts the dance floor. At the laughter from the fringes of the crowd, Natasha turns toward the entrance of the hall in time to see Jake swagger in ahead of Bob, Coyote, Fanboy, Rooster, Zach, and Derek. They’re dressed in cowboy hats and boots, no jackets, with their sleeves rolled up to their elbows. Although all of them are hot as hell in their new outfits (they really do have some good looking friends) as they kick ball change toward her across the room, she struggles to look away from her husband’s cocky smirk and low buttoned shirt. Natasha is far from the only one to scream and clap her appreciation. 

There’s more cheering when Fallon, Nora, Gabby, Nina, and Kayla follow them through the doors wearing cowboy boots with knotted crop top blouses and jean shorts. The noise only gets louder when they start raining fake money on “passing out hundred dollar bills” before everyone steps out to swing their hips. 

The women skip up to the guys, all of them pairing off except Jake. Like the others, Fallon box steps around Bob as he sways his hips, hand on hat. Whistles split through the music, and the DJ has to turn up the song for it to be heard over the excited commotion of their audience. Rooster smoothly spins Gabby behind him, through his arms, and around front before swinging her onto his back. Carrying the women piggyback, the guys gallop through the tables, Jake grinning at her hands covering her open mouthed shock. On “save a horse, ride a cowboy,” the women remove the guys’ hats and wave them in the air. 

When Jake reaches her, he hovers over her as he props his cowboy hat on her head before scooping her into his arms. 

“Are you serious?” she laughs as he carries her toward the head table. Everyone claps along to the music and follows behind them. 

“You asked for your cowboy to take you away. Here I am,” he tells her. She can’t deny it nor the alluring flush of exertion spread down his neck and across his exposed chest. Holding onto his hat so she doesn’t lose it, Natasha stretches up to kiss the hinge of his jaw. She’s not sure how Jake manages to capture her lips without slowing his pace, but that’s only another reason she thinks he’s one of the most amazing men she’s ever known. 

Jake’s family considers the garter removal and toss tradition, but Natasha hadn’t been keen for the senior officers to see her with her husband up her skirt. The compromise is removing the garter behind the screen of the head table. With their friends dancing along, she doesn’t have to be the center of attention. 

At the guitar solo, he sets her down in her dinner chair and gets down on his knees in front of her. Biting back an eager grin, Jake dips under the layers of her dress. Unable to resist, he caresses her calf and brushes his lips along her knee and inner thigh on his way up her leg. 

Natasha can’t help the gasp that falls from her lips or the shiver along her spine when his teeth graze her skin as they close around the garter. Grateful that his cowboy hat obscures her face, she leans forward over his head as he expertly slides the garter off. He’s practiced removing it on several occasions before, although thankfully this time he does so without slipping his fingers between her legs. 

On “sang her every Willie Nelson song I could think of and we made love,” Jake pops out of her dress. Cheeks ruddy and eyes dark, he steals another kiss and waves the lacy garment in the air for everyone to see, raising a loud round of cheers. He puts the garter between his teeth and helps her onto his back, dress hiked up, so they can join the line of their friends for the final chorus of “Save a horse, ride a cowboy.” Singing along with her arm wrapped across his chest, Natasha waves his cowboy hat in the air as he spins them. 

She rides Jake’s back to the music stage for the garter toss. While Zach and Gabby help her down without her dress riding up, the DJ clears all but the single men from the dance floor. Returning the favor after the bouquet toss, several women also jump in, this time with Kayla wrapped around Derek. Natasha’s fairly sure they aren’t going to get through the night without making out, if they haven’t already.

The garter toss song, “Gold,” starts up while their friends playfully shove one another out the way in anticipation of the toss. 

Natasha stands aside for Jake to throw away her garter. He grins at her then launches it over his shoulder. This time, it’s Bob who manages to get enough vertical height to snatch it out of the air. There’s a shout, and Fanboy rushes him for a deep kiss that leaves Bob bright red and a little dazed when he waves the lace over his head. 

Looking a little surprised at himself, he accepts the congratulatory back slaps, hair ruffles, and shoulder punches from his competition. To Natasha’s embarrassment, and everyone else’s approving amusement, he slides her garter over his hair as a headband. 

Jake laughs and swings her down, still in his cowboy hat, to the dance floor as it fills again. She beelines for Bob to try to convince him to take her garter off his head, but Fanboy intercepts her arm and slings it over his shoulders. Bob takes her other one and they shimmy back and forth with her between them until she’s laughing too hard to worry about her friend’s headwear. 

Payback seems to be enjoying Nora’s costume change, the two of them grinding to the music. Alexis and the other children have long since been sent back to the hotel, accompanied by a babysitter and one of Natasha’s pregnant cousins. 

Rooster and Gabby dance just as closely, her jean clad hips held firmly in his hands, his hat on her head. Coyote’s plus one, Gina, also seems to be a fan of the cowboy attire with her fingers hooked through his belt loops. While Natasha dances with their friends, Jake pulls two of his younger cousins onto the floor and spins them. 

As she suspected, Derek and Kayla soon sneak out onto the terrace. Amelia and Soraya don’t bother with discretion, making out in a corner of the dance floor until Penny ushers them off. Hopefully, Maverick doesn’t trace the heavily intoxicated young adults back to Coyote. 

With the garter toss behind her, Natasha can change out of her wedding dress. Mama and Gabby accompany her to the suite where she and Jake had dinner to help her. With relief, Natasha finally has a chance to use the bathroom and freshen up before pulling on her wide-leg, one-shoulder white jumpsuit. Like her dress, the outfit has an understated elegance, adorned only with a draped bow over the shoulder strap and front pleats. Some, but not all, of her bridesmaids return in their green gowns.

The jumpsuit is much easier to dance the night away in, and Jake seems to like it as much if not more than her dress. He keeps sliding his hands into the pockets to touch her thighs and tease their crease, enjoying the way it makes her turn her head into his chest with a sharp intake of breath.

It’s her sword they use to cut the cake. As Nat King Cole’s “L-O-V-E” plays, Jake stands behind her and wraps his hands around hers on the hilt. She can feel his smile against her cheek. “Don’t miss!” he keeps whispering in her ear every time she tries to slice the cake until she’s giggling so hard, Natasha worries she might actually miss. As it is, their cut isn’t as clean as she’d like. He doesn’t smash the cake into her face, something she warned him would have dire consequences so help her it didn’t matter that they were married. Instead, he sweetly takes a forkful and feeds it to her, cupping his hand under her chin so none of it spills down her clothes. 

What he does do, though, is take his bite then immediately kiss her so that she gets a mouthful of cake and frosting mixed with his tongue. Natasha reaches up to cup his neck and leans into her husband’s irresistible immaturity. 

They spend the last songs of the evening saying goodnight and thank you to everyone who won’t be joining them at the after party, which is pretty much anyone older than they are to spare their careers. Maverick and Penny hug them hard and promise to see them at the late lunch the next day. Jake’s Naval Academy sponsor and his wife tell them how much they enjoyed getting to know their family. Warlock and his wife compliment them on a beautiful ceremony and fun night. 

When “I’ve Had The Time of My Life” comes on to close the reception, the guests cluster around them clapping along to their last dance. Always ready to please a crowd, Jake lifts Natasha into the air. Not everyone knows the years she spent doing ballet so there are gasps of awe and excited surprise when she’s able to hold herself up before he lowers her into his arms. They sway with the other couples still on the dance floor until the music fades and the lights dim. 

One final song, “My Life Would Suck Without You,” plays them out the venue and to their waiting limo through an arch of sparklers formed by their guests. They wave from the open window until the line of light disappears behind them. Buses will take the younger guests to a bar closer to their hotel for the after party.  

As soon as he can, Jake pulls Natasha into his arms, his lips crashing into hers as his hands roam over all the places he’s wanted to touch but could only look at throughout the night. A strangled noise escapes his throat when he realizes that her jumpsuit can’t accommodate a bra, and he takes full advantage. It’s a good thing they’re done with professional pictures for the night because her hair is a wreckage of its bun by the time they’re delivered to their destination. Before they get out, Jake has to help her pick the bobby pins out of her curls so she can untangle and let them down. 

They’re fully able to let loose at the after party, the bottle of tequila, now almost empty, making a second uninterrupted appearance for the Dagger Squad. There’s another dance floor, this one far more risque than the one they left behind. Payback is finally drunk enough to follow whatever Nora does. Amelia and Soraya clear half of the floor with their dance to Janelle Monae’s “Make Me Feel,” a wild blend of rehearsed choreography and drunk inspiration.

Natasha’s not sure how long Jake has her pressed up against the bathroom door, her arms stretched above her head with his tongue down her throat and hand down her jumpsuit, but by the time they get back to the party Coyote, Rooster, and Fanboy are doing their best Magic Mike impressions for Gina, Gabby, and Bob (who is still wearing her garter as a headband.) Natasha sips water and watches from Jake’s lap, his face buried in her shoulder and his breath hot on her skin while he calms his hard-on from their bathroom escapade interrupted by people too drunk to hold their bladder. 

It’s the early hours of the morning when she curls into his side on their ride back to the hotel. They’re both drifting off when the driver opens the door for them. She packed lingerie in his favorite color for their wedding night, but she’s too tired to do more than scrub off her makeup and brush her teeth. He unzips her jumpsuit for her and carries her to bed naked. Jake’s shoulder is the only pillow Natasha remembers before she wakes up sprawled across her husband, the hand with her rings entwined with his and the ridge of his wedding band cool and solid on her back while his heart beat echoes in her ear.

She looks up to find him watching her, lying as still as possible so he didn’t disturb her sleep. He disentangles their hands to brush the nest of her hair out her eyes. “Good morning, Lieutenant Commander Seresin-Trace,” he murmurs, eyes glowing at her new name. 

Dazed with sleep and happiness, she rests her chin on his pecs. “Mmm, good morning, Commander Seresin-Trace.” She presses a kiss to his heated skin. “I wish we could do it all over again,” she mumbles. 

Jake pulls her up his chest. “That was the best day and night of my life, Nat, but I don’t think I’m going to mind the honeymoon.” 

Somewhat nonsensically, she realizes, “But I’m not wearing honeymoon clothes.” She’s not wearing any clothes, for that matter. And from his slick hardness against her leg, neither is he. 

He rolls her beneath him, and Natasha thinks with drowsy contentment as she stares up at the soft glow on his handsome face and disheveled blonde hair that she never wants to leave this cocoon of his heat and love. “Even better,” he says, his wedding band catching the light as he cradles her cheek to kiss her still slightly swollen lips.

Part I | Part II

Ode to Phoenix Masterlist

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bad buddy fandom getting-to-know-you meme!

Another tag game I finally managed to get to! Thank you to @tiistirtipii, @dudeyuri, @feralmuskyscentedhoepran, @softpran, @dancing-out-in-space, and of course, @fiercynn for tagging me in this one!

name and whatever you want to share about yourself

Hello, I’m Kayla! I’m, as probably noticeable by my spelling, not American haha. Yeah I guess that’s it. I’ve never been good at talking about myself.

when did you watch bad buddy/join the fandom?

I watched it from the start, but somewhere around episode 3 I started actively looking into the fandom and by the end of ep4 I was already in a discord group and writing my first fanfiction. The rest, as they say, is history XD

favourite ship(s)

I am a PatPran, InkPa enthusiast although I did also like the LouisSafe idea which is why i wrote a whole fic about them haha

favourite character(s)

Beyond Pat and Pran, Pa, Korn and Ink will always be in my heart

favourite episode(s)

As much as I love episode 5, episode 3 is probably the episode I’ve watched the most haha I just love watching Pran coming out of his shell (even if he does get crushed in the very next episode T-T)

favourite scene(s)

The Rooftop comes in at number 1 every time, but also the fight in front of the apartment block just before it, the bus stop scene and guitar scene in ep3, the balcony scene in ep8, the bedroom scene in ep9, so many scenes in ep11, and everything after Pran turns up at the apartment in ep12. Serotonin factories every one. 

one thing you would change about the show if you could

I’d have liked Pat’s anger in episode 7 to have been dealt with a bit more definitely but they pulled it back by giving it proper consideration in episode 11.  Honestly I would have also loved more flashbacks to their pre-transfer era as well as a little more on Icy Pat, but I understand why we didn’t get them. 

what are your some of your favourite fanworks made by other people?

This is a difficult one for me! So I actually did a list of my favourite bad buddy edits here and also fanfics here and here plus I’m pretty sure I did another, but can I find them? No. So I’m gonna add to this by saying also anything by @miscellar (aworkingprinter on AO3).

(if you create fanworks) what are your favourite fanworks that you’ve made?

Some of my own favourites? Well, that’s trickier haha! Probably A Fine Line Between Hormones and Home, The Space Pirate and the Officer of the Law and, just because it was my first fanfic in the fandom, He’s No Romeo.

a song that makes you think of bbs (the ones in the show don’t count lol)

Pancakes for Dinner by Lizzy McAlpine always makes me think of pining Pran, Heather by Conan Gray also gives huge Pran in episode 4/5 vibes. Alas I can’t think of one that screams Pat though I know I have thought that about songs before. No doubt I’ll be listening to a playlist tomorrow and be like “oh yeah, this one!”

idk anything else you want us to know?

So out of the 494,256 words I’ve written on AO3 over an 11 year period, 426,682 of them were written in the last 3 years and all for the Bad Buddy fandom. If that doesn’t encapsulate both my obsession and love of this show, I don’t know what does haha

Now who to tag?! I can't tag everyone so going with people I'm not sure if I've seen do this yet, though no pressure for anyone! @lurkingteapot @galauvant @snimeat @loveongsa

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Music WIP Whenever

Saw @euryalex do this and thought it would be fun! I'm still in the planning stages for my fics but music has always been a key component to my wips! Now under the cut because I have quite a few WIP I'm focusing on (don't ask me how)!

The rules: Post a song that is relevant to your WIP or inspires it. I'm currently working on a couple wips so I'll post for those.

Endless Summer: Lost Ones in Time

So this song is more inspiration for writing this story. The story itself is about adding one more book to the series after Rourke interrupted Faye trying to sacrifice herself to save the world (not quite the bad ending but close) and the imagery of this song really inspires me with this story.

Fix It Ending (Endless Summer)

While I love a good bittersweet ending where the MC sacrifices themselves to save their friends and loved ones, I still want them to have a happy ending! This song specifically makes me think of what Faye and Jake's life would be like if she returned and so inspires me to write a scene where Faye does return to him.

Paige's Canon Story (Haven)

I always imagine this as the song that plays for Paige and Dukes wedding so I'm always thinking of their story with this song. It makes me think of their happy ending and how great and tragic their story will be to reach that point.

Small Town AU (Endless Summer)

I don't know why, but this song really brings me into this story how even though its going to grow into a similar scifi esque story like the original story, its still a love story to me and I always love the small moments even as the world goes crazy

No pressure tags: @kourumi @galaxycunt @kyber-infinitygems @spaceratprodigy @darkfire1177 @confidentandgood @poetikat @madparadoxum @theelderhazelnut @poisonedtruth @roofgeese @bitchesofostwick @vakarians-babe @clonesupport @shegetsburned @detectivelokis @sstewyhosseini @incognito-insomniac @kirjanikv6ilill and anyone else who wants to share!