#i love you guys so much but if i hear another person call him sans i will foam at the mouth

[doodle-with-alizard]

My current brain rot now

[tropes-and-tales]

Dyin' for a Taste

Day 11:  Face Sitting (Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x F!Reader)

(For the 2023 Kinktober event that I created on my own because I am boring and basic and am trying to keep it simple this year...found here!) 

CW:  Idiots in love; pining; smut (oral, f!receiving); 18+ only.

Word Count:  4096

AN:  This was requested by an anonymous person!

AN2: When I say this is not edited, please know it is NOT EDITED. Full of typos and sloppy typing. Tropes is a fat-fingered old crone.

It starts with a joke.

The 141 is on a covert ops in the mountains.  It’s cold—the sort of cold that burns, that makes the bones ache.  You’re posted up in a perch, your sniper’s rifle at the ready if shit goes south.  The rest of the team is in the square below, waiting for the drop.

“My bollacks are gonna freeze off,” Soap complains over the comms, and you snort at the whining tone in his soft Scottish brogue. 

“Shoulda dressed for the weather,” you reply.  “Ghost probably has a spare balaclava.”

“And cover this handsome face?”

“Won’t be so handsome when your nose turns black from frostbite.”

You hear the tsch noise he makes over the comms, the very Soap, very Scottish noise of dismissal. 

“You’ll have to sit on my face then, hen, and warm me back up,” he says.

You’re rarely stunned into silence—you and the guys are always making off-color jokes—but when you open your mouth to reply, you only gape wordlessly.  The silence over the comms grows, expands, until Gaz—fucking Gaz—chimes in.

“I think she’s into the idea, bruv.”

And you can’t respond to that fast enough either, which leaves another long beat of silence over the comms, which likely seems like enough of an answer.

-----

The mission goes smoothly.  The team splits up as planned to avoid drawing attention.  You don’t see Soap again until a few days later when you regroup at HQ.

You think, perhaps, that he’s forgotten.  Maybe that’d be better.  You and Soap get along well, and sometimes he flirts with you, but he flirts with everyone.  It means nothing. 

And yet…

And yet, it’s Soap.  You might be able to lie to others, but you can’t lie to yourself:  you’ve spent many a lonely night with your thoughts drifting to him.  Turning him over and over in your mind. 

Soap MacTavish.  Handsome, almost unbearably so.  He could be a cocky asshole, be the sort of man who knows he’s hot and be insufferable about it, but he’s gregarious.  Friendly.  He’s a happy-go-lucky sort of man—or as much as someone in the One-Four-One can be.

-----

“Been avoiding me.”

It’s a statement, not a question.  Soap corners you in the mess hall, his blue eyes peering at you without guile.  He looks almost concerned.

“I haven’t,” you reply.  You try to shift past him, but he puts a hand out against the doorway, bars you with his arm.

“You have.”  He peers at you closer, his blue eyes somber.  “What’s wrong?”

“Why would anything be wrong?”

You thought, perhaps, that he’d forgotten…but those somber eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles, then smooth out as he schools his expression.

“Maybe you think my offer was wrong,” he says.

“I never said that.”  You duck under his arm, but he lays his hand on your shoulder and stills you again.

“You’ve never said anything about it.”  You don’t look at him, but you hear his gentle snort of laughter.  “Your silence is deafening.”

You feel your face start to heat up because he’s not wrong.  Too much time has passed now to address that moment in the mountains.  You should have said something then, spat out some rejoinder to signal that it meant nothing to you, that it was just another dumb joke between you and Soap.  But something about that dumb joke conjures up the mental image of you and Soap, and your face burns in embarrassment.

So you duck from his light grip on your shoulder and it makes him laugh again, then call out to your retreating form, “the offer still stands, hen.”

-----

A month passes, then another.  You get leave for a few weeks and go someplace warm, a beach with golden sand and soft breezes where you can relax and forget the horrors of what you see every day.

Then you’re back on base, then another mission.  Over and over, the same routine.

Through it all:  Soap MacTavish, the team’s Golden Retriever.  Always with an easy grin on his handsome face, a laugh, a joke.  He teases Ghost, he does a passable impression of Captain Price.  He gives Gaz a hard time about their rival rugby teams, but it’s always good-natured. 

He jokes with you, but that joke—the one about sitting on his face—becomes just a joke between the two of you.  You don’t know if the other men have forgotten it, but Soap only brings it up when you’re alone now.

At the barracks, in the rec room, he’s sprawled out on the couch and half-dozing, half-watching a rugby match.  When you walk past, he notices, sits up.  Beckons you over, tells you to have a seat…then thoughtfully strokes his face with that damned smirk and comically waggling eyebrows.

“You’re a jackass,” you call out as you leave the room, but by now, it makes you laugh…and it lightly stokes that ever-burning flame low in your belly.

-----

Another time, he sidles up to you at the range as you study your targets with their tight formation of bullet holes.  He points out one shot, high in the corner of the paper, off of the concentric circles of the bullseye.

“Missed one,” he says.

You scoff.  “One out of….many.”

He matches your scoff with one of his own.  “Might be losing your edge.”

“I’m not.”  You know he’s winding you up, but that missed shot galls you. 

“Maybe you’re stressed out.”

You set the target down on the wooden railing.  “Maybe you’re stressing me out, MacTavish.”

It’s the wrong thing to say.  His blue eyes light up in glee, and he only gets out the first part of his retort—You know what’s good for de-stressing—before you drop to one knee and start disassembling your sniper rifle, ducking your head and hiding your burning cheeks from him.

“…nothing wrong with it,” he finishes as you shut the rifle’s case, and you realize you’ve missed part of what he’s said.

“There isn’t,” you agree.  You stand up and lean a bit on the courage that sees you through each mission.  You look him square in the eye and add, “but you’re just flirting.”

He gazes back at you, a soft smile on his face, only a little teasing.  “Not just flirting.”

“Sure.”  You roll your eyes.

He makes his Soap-branded tsch sound, then he loops his arm around your shoulders to pull you in close.  He smells like…well, he smells like soap, clean with a hint of something herbal.  It’s nothing he hasn’t done a hundred times—in safe houses after a mission, walking out of a bar on a night out with the team—that companionable way he pulls you against him.

“It makes me sad when you don’t believe me, hen,” he chuckles, and it’s low, right by your ear, his warm breath fanning over you. 

You’re not sure what spurs your next move.  You’re a natural-born sniper; you take the measure of everything around you—the curve of the earth, the speed and direction of the wind—before you squeeze your trigger.  You’re the same with people, cautious and feeling out every angle of their intentions before you make a move.  But you know Soap, and the question around his joke is the only uncertainty.

Something makes you act without much thought.  Your rifle case in your hand, your other hand tucked in your pocket, and Soap’s arm slung around your shoulders…the moment is crystalized, will be an easy memory to recall in the years to come because this is when everything between the two of you changes.

“You know what?” you ask, and you don’t allow him to hazard a guess.  Instead, you gaze at him levelly, straight into those bright blue eyes of his and add, “alright, let’s do this.”

It’s comical, how the smile drops from his face, how his mouth makes a little “oh” of surprise.  His eyes scan your face, quick, like he’s trying to find the joke, trying to find proof you’re just having a laugh at his expense.

“Bonnie,” he starts to say, and his voice has a rough edge to it.  His voice is missing its usual teasing edge, and he pauses to study you.  You don’t know if he realizes it, but the tip of his tongue darts out, licks against his lower lip, like he’s really thinking of it now that it could be a reality.

“Bonnie, are you just…are ye fer real?”  His voice is lower and his accent gets thicker, and it sets a frisson of heat shimmering through your lower belly.

You refuse to blink.  Refuse to look away.  “I’m for real if you are.”

“I was never joking about that.”

“Then I’m not joking either.”  You swing your rifle case towards the barracks, playing at bravery but willing the fluttery feeling in your stomach to calm.  “So let’s go.”

Soap—gregarious, convivial Soap—says nothing else on the walk back.  He keeps his arm around your shoulders, though, and his hand settles against your bicep, rubs you briskly before gently holding you there, like he’s proving to himself that you’re real, that the moment is really happening.

-----

Your nerve wobbles a little when you get back to quarters.  Soap’s nerves must have a similar wobble, because he turns to you and his usual boyish grin is gone, replaced by a grave expression.

“You dinnae have to do this,” he says, “if you don’t want to.”

Part of you wants to back out, chuck him in the arm and say it was just a joke.  You could still back out.  Soap is flirty and gregarious, but hooking up would irrevocably change your easy relationship with him.  It could change the tenor of the team.  And yet…

…don’t you both face death every day?  Don’t you see the absolute worst of humanity?  Don’t your bodies bear the scars of your hard, unrelenting lives—countless scars, visible and invisible both?  Don’t you all operate in your own bubbles of loneliness, sleeping alone night after night but crowded out by the ghosts you all haul around?

Is it too much to ask for even a moment of connection, of not feeling alone?

You gaze back at him.  Sweet Johnny MacTavish.  Handsome but not vain, smart but not aloof, funny without being cruel about his teasing.  Is there anyone you’d rather be with?

“I want to do this,” you tell him, and there’s no hesitation in your tone.  “If you do.  If you really were just joking around, then no harm, Johnny.”

His somber gaze softens at your use of his real name.  “Wasn’t joking at all.”  Then he opens the door to his quarters and turns to you, invites you in with a sweep of his hand, and when you walk past him, he lays his palm on your lower back to guide you.

-----

In truth, you’ve never actually sat on anyone’s face.  It’s one of those funny sex acts that you joke around about but have never gotten around to, like sixty-nine (always seemed more complicated than necessary) or food-play (always seemed too messy). 

Soap, it turns out, has never actually had his face sat on.

And it’s adorable, how he sheepishly runs his hand through the longer stripe of his short-shorn hair and admits as much.

“Figured it cannae be that complicated though,” he says.  He huffs out a breath, and you realize how nervous he must be, and it gives you courage to take charge.

“Kiss me first.  Then we can figure it out from there.”

The tame command makes his face light up and he murmurs, “yes, ma’am” in his brogue, and then he does as you say.

If Soap MacTavish is generally the team’s Golden Retriever, bouncing around with a wagging tail, he kisses with far more finesse.  He cups your face gently, reverently and leans forward, brushes the lightest of kisses against your lips like he’s testing the waters.  Like he’s waiting for you to pull away, and when you don’t, he kisses you again.

It’s awkward at first, but only because you’re both so tentative.  It’s uncharted territory.  He must be aware that you’re crossing a line in doing this, you think, and he must not care either.  But the awkwardness melts away quickly because Soap is a damned good kisser, skilled in how he moves his mouth against yours, his tongue against yours.  One of his hands stays on your face, cupping you gently and steering you, but the other hand touches your waist, your hip, slides around to squeeze your ass gently before returning to the dip of your waist.

He tastes like something warm and spicy, like cinnamon or nutmeg.  Everything about him is warm, really:  the way he cups your face but runs his thumb over your cheekbone, the way his other hand holds you steady as he kisses you.  And the way he looks at you when he breaks the kiss, the almost-shy way he tugs at the hem of your shirt and asks if he can take it off.

He’s warm too—his body, his skin as you bare it with each article of clothing shed.  You strip each other in tandem, and the sight of him leaves you breathless.  He’s like something carved by a Renaissance sculptor, but when you smooth your palms over the dips and swells of his muscles, you find that he’s warm to the touch, wonderfully so, and a wave of lust almost takes you out at the knees by how much you want to feel his body against yours, under you or on top of you, every inch of you pressed against him.

Soap must feel the same way about you—he touches you just as gently as before, almost reverent, but his goddamned eyes practically shine when he looks at you, then groans out, “fuck, but you’re stunning, hen.”

He maneuvers you both towards the bed, and then he stretches out across it, and this is precisely why your sexual repertoire has always been lacking:  when a brutally handsome man is stretched out in front of you like a damned buffet, your mind singularly focuses on one thing, and you rarely remember that there’s other, more adventuresome things you could do.

You’re already turned on.  Ever since the two of you walked back from the range, you’ve been on a low simmer of lust, and the desire has ratcheted up with each kiss, with each little grumbling groan of Soap’s, with each sweep of his big warm hands along your body.

So you’re already turned on, so why sit on his face when his beautiful cock—perfectly sized for you, the ruddy tip already leaking precum—is also an option?

And Soap is no dummy.  He must guess at your internal battle because he says your name softly, pulls your gaze back to his face where he smiles that brilliant Soap-smile at you.

“Alright then?” he asks.  He pats his upper chest.  “You can sit right here, to start.”

It hits you all at once how intimate this is.  Fucking, hooking up—that’s one thing.  But sitting on your teammate’s face feels like you’re taking a further step into the unknown.  Oral sex, to you, is already more intimate than regular ol’ intercourse, but sitting on his face feels…even more intimate.  There’s a lot of trust on both ends:  he has to trust you not to hurt him, not to put too much weight or force on his face or neck.  And you have to trust him too, since you’re basically smothering him you with your pussy, and many men are precious little babies about eating pussy.

“I could just…”  You trail off and gesture vaguely at where his erection strains and bobs against his belly, and Soap snorts before he replies, “we could do both, hen.”

When you don’t say anything, when you don’t move, he adds, “c’mon, sweet girl.  I’m dyin’ for a taste of ye.”

The accent is unfair, you decide.  The accent is not fighting fair.  Soap’s Scottish brogue is charming in the best of times, but his bedroom version is thicker, at a slightly lower register, and it’s entirely unfair.  It easily dismantles the rest of your meager defenses, so you nod and then kneel on the bed.  But when you start to awkwardly clamor on top of him, he stills you for a beat and taps his mouth, says, “give me a kiss first.”

And the kiss is unfair too because it reminds you that it’s just Soap, one of your dearest teammates, a man who often holds your life in his hands and whose life you hold in your own.  His now-familiar taste of spicy warmth on your tongue, and his lips curving in a smile against yours when he whispers, “climb on up, hen  Don’t keep me waitin’ anymore.”

There’s no sexy way to climb on top of him.  Do you just kneel by his chest and throw a leg over him?  Do you straddle him lower and scoot up?  You split the difference, try to straddle him on his lower chest and scoot up, but then his one arm gets pinned.  Any other man?  It might be a deal-breaker being so clumsy, but Soap laughs underneath you—a genuine belly-laugh full of warmth that makes you giggle too.  He wrangles his arm free, then lays both hands on your hips and guides you the rest of the way.

This is unbearable intimate too, being so exposed to his bright blue-eyed gaze. You probably have tons of issues around previous men who didn’t eat pussy, who were grossed out by it, but Soap’s eyes practically glitter black with how blown his pupils are.  His face rarely hides its emotions very well (he’s a shitty poker player), and there’s no disgust in his expression at all.  There’s only desire, naked and apparent.

“Tell me,” he says, and his voice is a low growl that sends that frisson of heat straight to your core.  “Tell me what is working for you, yeah?  Don’t go quiet on me.”

You nod, and you wish you could think of something cool or funny to say, but Soap lifts his head a little and presses a plush, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of one thigh, then the other, where both are splayed in front of him, and before you can even beat yourself up for failing to think of something cool or funny, his mouth is on you in earnest.

Soap, a damned good kisser.  It translates to this, his skilled tongue and lips licking at you, suckling at you, swirling against you before he breaks up the pattern with an outright kiss, then resumes his routine.  He traces the tip of his tongue around the firm bud of your clit, the perfect amount of pressure before he snakes it lower, lapping at the arousal leaking from your entrance.  He’s unabashed about it, groans against your feverish skin, and you love him in this moment—love that he wasn’t joking after all, love that he had led you here, where you sit perched on him while he feasts on your cunt and seems to genuinely enjoy it as he does. 

Any other position, you’d lean down and kiss him, or pull him to you and kiss him.  Now, as he groans against you again, you reach down and run your fingers through the longer stripe in his hair.  He must like that, because he groans a third time, and his grip on your hips spasms tighter.

You remember what he asked of you, so when he purses his lips and suckles against your clit, you gasp out a startled “oh!” but then add, “fuck, Johnny.  Just like t-that.”

“Good?”  It comes out muffled against you, and he pauses his mouth long enough to gaze up at you with a smile.

“So good.”  You shift your hand, cup his stubbled chin slick with your arousal—a gentle movement that makes his smile soften too. 

“Like when you call me Johnny, hen.”  Now he sounds a little shy, like he’s edging close to something beyond a random hookup with face-sitting.

“Keep using your mouth like that and I’ll call you Johnny all the time,” you tease.

“Deal.”  And then he’s on you again, laving your sensitive folds with his tongue, his bit of stubble raising a warm burn against your inner thighs.  His hands on your hips pull you closer, and he encourages the slow, careful rhythm when you start to actually ride his face—a languid back-and-forth, mindful of his need for oxygen, while he eats your pussy with the fervor of a starving man.

Your orgasm approaches faster than you thought; you thought you might have to fake it, since you rarely come from oral alone.  But there’s something about this position.  You feel powerful in a benign way, in charge, but mindful of the man underneath you.  You run your fingers through his hair and Soap preens at the touch, just as he preens when you pant out praise for him, tell him how good you feel. How good he is making you feel.

He must sense it because his grip tightens on your hips, but his tongue moves faster and focuses solely on your clit—teasing with the tip of his tongue, then laving it with the flat of his tongue, then wrapping his lips around it and sucking.

“F-fuck,” you choke out.  “Johnny…fuck…I’m gonna…” but you don’t finish the sentence, you keen out a garble of nonsense as you come.

The heat in your belly pools over, spills over in a brilliant wash that courses through your veins, into your trembling legs and up through your body, makes your vision shimmer and crackle with sparks.  Your heartbeat, your panting breath are loud in your own ears, and you hear Soap groan but he sounds faraway.  He teases your orgasm, prolongs it by licking against you until you grip his hair tighter and hold his head still while you clumsily dismount, then flop gracelessly onto the bed beside him.

You feel boneless.  You feel heavy, sleepy, like you could sink into the mattress and sleep for days.  You close your eyes and feel the bed shift, and Soap disappears for a moment.  You hear running water—he must be cleaning his face, you think—but then the mattress dips again and he’s curling his warm body around yours, wrapping his arms around you as he pulls you to him, then settles the blanket over both of you.

“Good, yeah?”

You laugh.  “Yeah, that was good.  Especially for someone who’s never done it before.”  A beat.  “Give me a moment to catch my breath and then I can help you out.”

Soap chuckles above you, and you feel him press his lips to your forehead before settling again.  “No need.”

“But I—”

“Already came.”

The gears in your head turn slow when you’re sated from sex.  Coming makes you stupid.  “Huh?  When?”

Another chuckle, another kiss to your head.  “When I was eating you, hen.”

You turn your head and try to peer up at him.  He looks comfortable and sleepy too, content and sated.  “Seriously?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Wait, seriously?”

“Told ye I was dyin’ for a taste.”  He shifts a little, pulls you closer to him.  He tugs the blanket more securely around your shoulders.  “If ye want a second round, I’ll need a few minutes.”

You appraise the situation:  the warm scent of Soap, the feel of his naked body pressed to yours, the warm little cocoon he’s created here in his bed.  Of course you want a second round, but you’re sleepy too, and the thought of sleeping with Soap doesn’t seem nearly as terrifying as it might have seemed before he had his mouth on your pussy.

“Or we could sleep,” you offer.

“Sleep,” he agrees.  “Round two tomorrow.”

The doubts from earlier start to surface in your mind, but they seem tiny and inconsequential when you’re wrapped up in Soap’s arms.  You feel sleep tugging at you—he’s already asleep, you think, breathing deep and even against you—so you chance to brush your lips against the bit of him you can reach and whisper good night to him.

But he’s not quite completely asleep yet because he kisses you back, another press of his lips against your head, and he whispers back, “g’night, hen.”

[starry-nights-garden]

Ateez Reaction ✧ When they weren't your first bias

✧ Ateez all members x gn!reader ✧ genre: fluff, humor ✧ warnings: none

Hongjoong:

the nr 1 overly attached jealous bf in front of atiny so obviously he has to play his part when he finds out that you originally biased Seonghwa

makes you wish he had never found out tbh jdbdjxjjd

but you just can't deny it when he finds your old stash of Seonghwa photocards

"I'm not upset, it's fine. People's tastes can change." - says that while sounding VERY upset

will leave it at that for now but will get a giggle out of reminding you of this in the most unexpected moments

gives you a gift that you don't react to super enthusiastically: "Well, it doesn’t have Seonghwa’s face on it, so I get that you don't like it."

you don't hug him back once because you're distracted by something else: "Well, I'm not Seonghwa, so I get it."

you don’t pick up his call because you weren’t looking at your phone: “You’d have picked up if it was Seonghwa, right?”

will he ever stop? nobody knows

at this point you can’t even tell whether he’s just messing with you or if he’s actually still petty about it kasdjöfklas

Seonghwa:

his pride is definitely hurt when one day you mention to him that you used to be a Yeosang stan

“What do you mean? Like… I wasn’t your first bias?”

you try to brush it off by telling him people’s tastes change, it’s really not that deep

well, it is that deep to him kasdljföas

“Like… you liked someone else before me? It wasn’t love at first sight??”

turns out he always thought he was your first bias and now you just shattered his entire worldview ksdjfkal

needs to know exactly why you liked him, in as much detail as possible, so he can do better!!

thinks this is some kind of competition, even though your little celebrity crush on Yeosang is long over ksadjflkas

actually it’s quite charming and definitely entertaining to see him making such an effort, so you decide to watch for a while before starting another attempt at reassuring him that he’s just perfect the way he is in your eyes, and he can stop comparing himself with his team member now :’)

Yunho:

deliberately startles you by sneaking up to you from behind when he catches you watching a Mingi fancam

“Oh? What’s that?”

softly laughs at you when you instinctively hide your phone screen jasklfjösadk

but then you also scold him for surprising you like that

he’s quick to apologize and sits down next to you, already having figured out what’s going on

“Was your first bias Mingi?” - you can’t but admit to it

but Yunho just acknowledges it with a nod - he knows you like him best now and he doesn’t mind that you used to like someone else

“So your type are tall guys?” he questions and then laughs about it

yeah, this one’s just completely chill about it, really he sees no reason why he would be upset about something like this

Yeosang:

barely even reacts when you tell him that your first bias was Jongho

"Ah." - simply shrugs it off??

so you go on with your conversation which eventually drifts off to a different topic

you're thankful that he doesn't really mind or seem jealous

you'd go as far as to say you're glad you have such a mature boyfriend!!

... until you're about to walk away to go do something else and you hear him mutter something under his breath

"I'm much better than him anyway."

???

so you turn around and say "what" and he's fully ready to explain lol

"Well, first of all I'm more handsome than him. I'm also much nicer to you. Also I personally think I'm a better dancer."

gives you a full list of reasons why he’s better than him that sounds a little too much like he had prepared it in advance jcjdjxjx

San:

“Wow, Y/N, I expected better from you!!”

ngl you’re scared to death when you hear him yelling that from the other room, but once you find him holding up all your Wooyoung merch the tension leaves your body at once

obviously the first thing that comes to mind is asking him whether he’s jealous that you used to bias his best friend aksdjflkas

“I mean- You never even told me about this!!”

you try to calm him down by telling him it was just a phase, San is now your nr 1, etcetc, but he just won’t let it be

“No, I mean… how can you keep these when you’re dating me now…” his voice just gets smaller and smaller sakdfjlas

poor bby is actually upset about this, so you resort to the only thing you can imagine would work to calm him down

you take the merch away from him and give him a big hug, letting him rest his head against your shoulder

he pouts at you and makes you kiss him as reassurance, because he is obviously jealous, but also he would never admit that out loud laskdjfka

tries to act like nothing happened after getting all the cuddles he needs to feel better about it lol

Mingi:

it’s when you’re cleaning your apartment together that you stumble upon all of your Yunho merch and you immediately feel guilty about keeping it a secret from him

you figured he might be hurt over it, and though you were looking for a good time to tell him about it, that moment just never came

“Ah, right… I used to be Yunho biased actually…” you briefly explain and try to laugh it off

“Yeah, I knew about that.” - his unbothered reaction catches you off guard, so you ask if he’s not upset

“Why would I be upset? He’s my bias too!” 

?????????

ends up looking through your collection with you and you swear he has heart eyes a few too many times aksdfjökas

so all’s well that ends well, right? wrong.

because several days later he will wake you up in the middle of the night and confess that maybe he is a little jealous after all…

needs you to reassure him that you’re nothing more than Yunho’s fan, and Mingi is the one you love the most now!!

Wooyoung:

"What do you mean, you liked Hongjoong??"

you can tell it never even crossed this guy's mind that you could've ever biased someone other than him lol

when it eventually finished sinking in and he stops perplexedly staring at you he just??? pats you on the back??

"Aaaaa, you did well choosing me over him!"

pats your head now??

"I'm actually much better than that guy, you know!!"

gives you a full on speech about how awesome he is and explains to you in detail how basically you'd be doomed if you dated Hongjoong lol

"I mean, he's a great guy! Don't get me wrong! But taking care of you? I mean, come on. You know you can always rely on me, but him??"

expects you to praise him and tell him he's right at the end of it

WILL complain if you don't do that, and the only way to console him is you stroking his ego a bit and lots of kisses :')

Jongho:

when one day you casually mention to him that you used to bias San, you can literally see his brain trying to process that fact

starts sulking???

acts like he's super upset and lowkey complains while just pouting about it

you know he's acting but what you don't know is whether he's just acting or if he's also a little upset (he's VERY upset)

he's also so so embarrassed that he's this upset about something so stupid, so obviously he has to do his utmost to confuse you so you wouldn’t notice his inner turmoil djbdbd

he'll eventually get over it, but the initial shock runs deep lol

will definitely tease you about it at some point or use it as a way to win an argument jdbdhhd

"Oh, would you have been upset about that if it was San too?"

and well, now you're angry, so he's quick to make it clear that he was just joking and will definitely make it up to you with a kiss

[tender-rosiey]

I love possessive men so can I ask for jealousy headcanons with Nanami Sukuna and Gojo? What they do when someone gets a lil tooooo close with their crush/partner? Hehe 😜

— WHEN THEY ARE JEALOUS

includes Gojo, Nanami, and Sukuna

ᴀ/ɴ: ohoho let us love possessive men together my dear also i am feeling silly send help

GOJO SATORU:

he trusts you a ton (obviously)

and he is pretty secure in himself and knows that you love him 🫶

AND he is very secure about your relationship—

okay who the fuck is that

okay fuck acting unbothered and fuck that guy who is talking to you

what do you mean?

he is totally okay, what’s wrong about him suddenly slipping a hand around your waist and resting his head on you?

he is glaring at the “poor” boy?

NONSENSE YOUR HONOR

but seriously he just gets sour that you aren’t paying attention to him, like screw the other person he doesn’t care about them

HE WANTS YOU YOU YOU

“y/n-san, I can always come back another time so we can discuss the details of the mission,” the man in front of you insists rather nervously.

you tilt your head, “it’s better if we discuss it now though? so we can be more prepared!”

the man fumbles with his words before finally blurting out, “a-actually I think I should go! B-BYE!” he squeals before sprinting out of your sight.

you sigh, head snapping behind you to the culprit of the man’s fright.

“satoru!” you scold.

said man takes his blindfold off, to look you directly in the eyes, “I did nothing! I swear on my dignity!”

“you don’t have any.”

gojo pouts preposterously before sighing and flinging his arms around theatrically, “oh how am I supposed to feel or act when my lover’s attention isn’t on me?”

“you could just wait until I am done,” you grumble and he waves his hand in dismissal.

“sugarboo—“ “don’t call me that.” “sugarboo, my need for attention is like thirst for water, it should be satisfied at the very same moment.”

your hand rests on your hip and gojo can sense a snarky and witty remark coming from a mile away, “if that’s the case then you shouldn’t be ‘thirsty’ for attention right now because we were cuddling an hour ago.”

“wait what.”

you give your back to him and wave your hand, mocking him, “I will see you in three days!”

you hear hurried steps getting closer to you before long arms wrap themselves around you, “oh come on, honey; don’t be so mean!”

you hold his chin, “thought you liked it when I am mean?”

“when did I ever say that?” he asks, eyes brimming with curiosity.

you turn to him, arms making their way around his neck, “lo and behold, one day when the great gojo satoru got drunk—“

“oh no,” he mumbles, knowing he is doomed.

“—he said, oh so passionately! ‘you’re like super hot when you cuss or be mean to me!‘“

gojo rolls his eyes, smirking, “got me thinkin’ you had something awful over me, sweets,” he hums.

he pulls you even closer and a grin makes its way to his face when you yelp, “I don’t mind admitting that when I am sober.”

“you’re so hot when you’re mean, makes me want to get on my knees and beg.”

at your speechless form, gojo lets go, satisfied with what he has done.

“I will see you later, sweet cheeks!”

you = 🤡

gojo = 🤡

🤡+🤡= 🫶

NANAMI KENTO:

i dont think he is a jealous guy

sure he might get a little irritated when someone takes your attention away for a little too long but what can he do

your life your choices and he shouldn’t interfere unless someone is making you uncomfortable

speaking of which, his six sense of “a little bitch is approaching my lover” is tingling right now ✨

you were in a club, surprisingly enough to some people.

a rather difficult mission was finally completed and it was very much successful so you and nanami settled on going to a club to drink a little and have a change of mood.

he swears he could listen to you giggle and ramble for hours, “you look radiant today, love.”

nanami’s hand brushes the hair out of your face and you smile shyly, “thank you, kento! I wore the dress you got me last week!” you chirp and he nods.

he already knows that you will look great in anything, but seeing you in it was a different story; you are a treat to the eye, an absolute sight for sore eyes.

you hear him sigh, a smile on his face when you look at him which makes you smile back, “what’s got our reliable sorcerer nanami on cloud nine?”

“none other than you,” he replies swiftly before standing up leaving you flustered; he presses a light kiss to your forehead, “I will get a drink, give me a moment.”

sometimes he forgets, he isn’t the only one who thinks you’re stunning because once he turns once again to your direction, a man is already there, seemingly drunk, and is too close for comfort.

nanami walks back to your table, slamming the cup down, just loud enough to catch the guy’s attention but not the others.

“got a problem, punk?” the drunk man slurs and nanami sighs, what a night this has become.

he replies back nonetheless, “you’re making my lover uncomfortable; I would appreciate if you went away.”

the guy laughs, “what d’ya mean?” his arms aiming to wrap itself around you, “me and this cutie were actually having fun—“

he is yanked roughly by the collar and pulled to the ground; nanami is now right by your side, pushing your head gently to his chest and you wrap your arms around him.

“I am not one for words of this nature but, scram out of here.”

nanami = 🤺

you = 🛐

za guy = 🫃

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

it isn’t jealousy as much as it’s possessiveness

like my guy is so confident that you will never leave him and that he satisfied your every need 😭✋

big words for a guy who can’t use a phone without scratching it everywhere

speaking of said nails

i have lost count how many people they sliced

👏👏 example of said slicing ahead

“m-my lord, there has been—“

sukuna groans, “speak clearly.”

the servant jolts in place, “y-yes my lord!” he starts all over again, “there has been a situation with the new village?…”

sukuna is getting irritated and anyone with one braincell can sense that. sadly, our dear guy only has half and all its power was channeled to admiration at the moment.

sukuna isn’t dumb, he knows that guy is lovestruck by something, so he turns his head towards the direction the servant is looking at so speechless and is rendered silent himself.

for multiple reasons.

you were adorned in a kimono, the finest fabric wrapped neatly around your body, and your face void of makeup save for the slight redness on your lip.

“hey ‘kuna!” you greet him and he hums before patting your head.

he ,sparing a mere glance at the servant, slices him into 6 slices that fall to the ground.

the room is silent for a bit before you speak up, “dude seriously?”

sukuna, the feared king of curses, pouts, “don’t call me that.”

“no like seriously, do you know how many people you have sliced because they looked at me?”

he dismisses the question, “‘don’t care.”

“we could make an actually human salad at this point.”

he gags, “it will taste disgusting and filthy, I am warning you.”

“honey, that’s literally the last thing I am worried about.”

he pulls you to his lap, his hands resting on your waist, “don’t you look extravagant, today.”

“wow big words.”

“I will push you off; don’t test me.”

sukuna= 😐

you=😇

the servant= 👱‍♂️🦵🦵💪💪

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Flyboy (Part 5) | Jake Seresin x Reader  Top Gun: Maverick - Jake Seresin x Reader  Genre: romance; fluff; angst; best friends to lovers Warnings: tw: violence; tw: being hit on; tw: unwanted physical advances from some creep tw: suggestiveness (no outright smut, but nudity, touching, ass squeezing, etc - MINORS DNI) general hangman being hangman; sexual tension; general cursing; will contain mentions of a break up / previous relationship; general use of pet names; fem!reader; pining; general naval / flying inaccuracies. Length: Mini-series, chaptered - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Epilogue 

Summary: Jake gets called back to TOPGUN the same time you’ve been granted a sabbatical from work. He invites you, his purely platonic best friend of years, to live with him for 6 months and you accept. Just two best friends kicking it back for 6 months in San Diego, Fightertown USA, right?

A/N: Aaaaand Part 5, before we move on to the last, and final Part 6 (and of course, the epilogue). I am super excited for Part 6 (because I literally have had the end to Part 6 written out for a while now) and the epilogue, but at the same time, I don’t want Flyboy to end :’( Work is going to be crazy in the coming week, so please be patient with me on Part 6! As usual, thank you all for your likes, comments and reblogs, so many of you are honestly so fucking sweet. I love you all, you guys have really motivated me to finish this mini-series <33 I can’t tell you how much I have enjoyed reading your comments, reblogs (esp the ones where ya’ll QUOTE????)

Also, yes, I know they aren’t a couple (but really, they are) - but just trust me please, it will all go somewhere.

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(If you haven’t already seen them - blurbs and asks (one-shots coming soon) are also listed on the Flyboy masterlist!)

Flyboy - Part 5

PART 4 <<

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It is the loud ringing of an alarm, the persistent noise growing louder by the second, that pulls you from your sleep. As your mind adjusts to being awake, you recognise the alarm as Jake’s. You typically don’t wake up with Jake’s alarm, because unlike today, he usually manages to get to it immediately after the first ring.

You feel a dip in the mattress and hear a faint clatter as he shifts to swipe his phone off the bedside table. Jake silences the alarm, and you hear a quiet, barely audible sigh from him. The mattress dips for a second time as he arches his back to stretch himself out. The faint rustling of sheets follow and the trickle of cool air under the covers and the loss of warmth beside you tells you that he is about to slip out of bed for the day.

You don’t open your eyes, mind still hazed from sleep, but reach out blindly, fingers managing to curl around his forearm. You feel the muscles in his forearm flex in surprise as a response. Jake is not entirely sure if you are awake, or if this is a reflex of yours while you are asleep, and you feel the fingers from his other arm over yours, attempting to gentle uncurl your fingers from his arm.

“Don’t go.” You mumble without opening your eyes, voice soft, foggy from being half awake, but a clear indication to him that you are indeed not fully asleep. It earns you the quiet rumble of a chuckle, and fingers which skim across your face brushing hair back behind your ears as a thumb runs across your cheekbone.

“Go back to sleep.” His voice, coated with his own haze of sleep, is deeper than usual.

Jake stills, feeling your fingers loosen their hold against his arm, and your arm droop back onto the bed. He hears your breathing settle back into a steady pattern and slowly, silently, extracts himself while biting back another sigh, his second of the morning. The Navy had made Jake a morning person and waking up had not been an issue for him for years; since he had been in the Naval Academy, but the past three weeks of waking up to you had him strangely reluctant to leave you in the mornings, struggling to start his day.

Jake flicks the light switch to the bathroom on before cracking open the door. He turns, to glance back at the unmoving heap in his bed which the sliver of light from the bathroom falls on, hidden by the covers and existing within the ridiculous heap of pillows that you had moved from your bed to his, and slips into the bathroom to face his own reflection in the mirror, smiling back at him.

-

You wake up to a barrage of notifications on your phone.

Coyote: Why….

Fanboy: It was supposed to be fried chicken Friday :-( Fitch says to tell you he is sulking.

Rooster: Hangman told us to order chicken. It isn’t the same.

Bob: Have fun at dinner!

Payback: I’m sulking.

Tash: Dear lord, I have never seen a bunch of grown men so depressed over chicken.

Bob: But can we please have fried chicken Friday next week?

Tash: Who are you and Hangman meeting for dinner? He refuses to tell. Also, are we are still on for the beach tomorrow?

Rooster: Can we come for dinner?

Coyote: Consider my heart broken.

You find yourself equal parts amused and confused as you scroll through the individual notifications from each person. You had made fried chicken once in the almost 3 months since the group of you had been here, following the recipe you had learnt from Jake’s mother years ago during a break when you were both home from college, and it had the group floored. They had begged and wheedled for another round, which you had been reluctant to give in to, because the clean up from deep frying was always horrendous. However, after weeks of persistent pleading, you had finally succumbed and today had been designated as the long awaited fried chicken Friday.

Locating Jake’s name, you shoot off a text while still lying in bed.

Is fried chicken Friday cancelled?

Jake’s response is immediate.

J: Yes. I’m taking you out for dinner.

His response makes you smile, your heart flipping in your chest. Neither you nor Jake had discussed, or spoken more about what you both were since the beach football day, but unlike the build up between Annie’s wedding and that one fateful day, there was no longer a stretched out, building tension between you both. Instead, what existed was a mutual understanding which you both felt. You were his, and he was, undoubtedly yours. What you had both agreed on however, in words, was maintaining, or trying to maintain, the status quo with the people around you - it wasn’t hiding, just keeping what was yours, yours for a little longer.

You know that peanuts and beers at The Hard Deck does not count as dinner.

You send off your reply as a joke, only to have your phone buzz in response, Jake’s face flashing across your home screen.

“What kind of heathen do you think I am.” His voice comes across the line in an amused drawl and you can hear the sound of voices behind him fade as he walks away to find some semblance of privacy.

“The kind that brings a girl for peanuts and beers and calls it dinner.”

It earns you a bark of laughter, and you can almost picture the corners of his eyes creasing in amusement.

“I’ll be back at 6.30.”

“I’ll bring a bag for the shells.” You say, keeping your voice impassive. You can’t see across the phone line, but it makes Jake grin on the other end before he drops his voice.

“Darlin, I guarantee you that if any, you’ll only be having one type of nuts.”

You can hear the smirk tilting his lips even through the phone. It is clear that it is a joke, but you groan loudly at the incredibly bad sexualised innuendo, while making a face which Jake can hear through the line.

“God, you’re awful.” Your response only earns you a guffaw from him which rings loud and clear over the phone.

-

You find yourself sitting on your bed, covers intact, but devoid of any pillows, body wrapped in a towel, eyes staring into our open closet. You had moved yourself, all your pillows and a choice number of toiletries to Jake’s room and bathroom, but had kept the rest of your belongings, including your clothes, in your original room.

“Do I wear jeans?” You call out loudly, hoping that your voice manages to travel out of the door that is ajar, and down the hallway and to Jake, as you slide off the bed into a stand, to rifle through the garments hanging in your closet.

“Wear whatever you want.” You hear Jake’s voice call back and you can’t help but roll your eyes lightly.

“Do I wear a dress?” You try again, ignoring his answer. He hadn’t told you where you were both going, and you were probing, trying to get a sense of what would be an appropriate dress code. You don’t hear a response as you flick through the hangers, your mind focused on the rustle of fabric and scrape of hanger hooks against the metal pole in the closet.

“You could wear a potato sack, I’ll still take you out.” The sound of Jake’s voice in your ear, the feel of lips against your earlobe and the weight of his hands sneaking around your waist to pull you flush against his body causes you to jump in surprise.

“Are you trying to kill me.” You puff out, attempting to adopt a affronted tone, but your body betrays your words as you relax into his hold.

“Kill you?” Jake asks, in between trailing kisses down the column of your neck, and onto your bare shoulder. “Never.”

It had come as no surprise to you, because Jake had always been comfortable with physical touch with you even as friends, but being with Jake had showed you a whole new side to him, and also to himself. Whether it was running his fingers through your hair while you watched a show together, tugging you towards him before he fell asleep, having his lips on some part of you every chance his got, or subtly placing his hand on your thigh under the table whenever you were together with other people in a group - you (and he himself), had come to realise that Jake always wanted some part of you against him.

You feel his hand work his way in between the fold of your towel, dipping behind the material to come to rest on the skin of your stomach.

“Jake,” you warn, and you can feel his smile against your shoulder as his lips continue against your skin.

“What?” He asks innocently, but lets his hand dip down, grazing skin right above the waistband of your underwear. You feel his thumb swipe lazily along the front of your underwear and you shake your head slightly. Two could play at that game.

“Do that,” you say and twist in his arms. It forces him to move his head up, allowing you to plant your lips at the base of his neck to suck lightly at his skin, “and we won’t make dinner.” You tip toe, lips moving higher along his neck, the stretch of your body causing the towel around you to drop, leaving your body bare, and you in nothing but a thong.

The drop of the towel causes him to groan, allowing Jake to catch sight of you, lips against his neck, back bare, ass cheeks standing out against strip of white lace between them, in the dresser mirror across the room. He reaches his hands down, cupping your ass in his hands, as he allows your lips to continue their work against his neck, as your fingers slide along the inner waistband of his jeans.

“Keeping doing that,” he breathes out, voice slightly rough from the feeling of your lips on his neck, bare breasts, nipples hard and pressing against him, “and we definitely won’t make dinner.” He squeezes your ass cheeks in his palms, and you pull your lips away from his neck, letting your hands come to a rest on his chest. Jake looks down to meet your eyes, which are sparkling with a mischief usually seen in his own, before he feels you press a chaste kiss to his jaw.

“Can I get dressed now?” You ask, while reaching up to run a hand through his hair, causing it to fluff up slightly.

“Please.” Jake meets yours lips with his.

-

“But how could you have not read even one review.” You find yourself grinning from ear to ear as you shake your head ruefully.

“It said washable on the box in the picture,” he shrugs as he squeezes your hand, which he has interlaced with his, lightly as if to punctuate his point. “It also said ages 2 and up.”

“Did she make you buy a new chair?” You glance over at Jake, taking in his side profile, his outfit of a brown bomber jacket, grey tee and dark jeans making the dark blonde of his hair and green of his eyes pop even more than usual.

“She did,” he grimaces, “cost me a bloody fortune.”

“And did she throw the markers away.” You tease to which he nods, his expression as he recounts the whole situation he had been retelling - of him buying his niece ‘washable’ markers, which she had promptly used to decorate Jake’s older sister’s brand new white, designer, armchair - making you chuckle.

Jake had, true to his word, driven you both to the main city area, and brought you out for dinner. It had, undoubtedly been a nice change of pace, away from the group of aviators, and being amongst complete strangers which had allowed you both to just be yourselves, together. It had given you the freedom to tuck yourself under his arm and slide your hand into his back pocket while waiting for your table at the restaurant, allowed him the liberty to slide his fingers together with yours as you walked down the street, and raised the opportunity for him to freely press numerous kisses to your temple, forehead, lips and jaw in public over the course of the evening. The conversation between you both was the same as it had always been, circling everything and anything. Being together in other ways hadn’t changed that.

“Immediately,” he responds. You open your mouth to speak, when a tap on your shoulder interrupts.

“Excuse me, I was wondering if you both could help me and my husband with a picture?”

You both turn to find yourselves face to face with an older couple on their 50’s.

“Sure,” you respond and Jake lets go of your hand as you receive the phone from the lady. “Just against there?” You point towards her husband, who is standing in front of a small restaurant that looks old, but quaintly so.

“That would be great,” she flashes you a wide smile, before hurrying across to come to a stand beside her husband. You wait for them to position themselves, she sliding her arm around her husband’s waist, and he, his arm around her shoulders, their heads both tilted together. You raise her phone, with a count, and snap a series of photos, Jake standing behind you, his hand positioned lightly against the small of your back.

“All done,” you call out, and the older couple walks towards you. You hand her back her phone, allowing them the time to flip through the pictures, ensuring that they are satisfied.

“They are fantastic, thank you.” The couple beams at you both.

“Special day?” Jake asks, conversationally, and the older man nods.

“It’s our 30th anniversary,” he says, and throws a fond look which his wife meets with equal emotion, “we met here,” he gestures behind towards the restaurant, “30 years ago.”

“That’s impressive,” Jake returns, his words referencing to both the length of their relationship, as well as the restaurant that has remained standing, as both your gazes dart towards the restaurant before going back to the older couple.

“Well,” the older lady laughs, as she tucks her phone back into her bag, before sliding her arm through the nook of her husband’s elbow. “I’m sure you and your wife will make it to 30 years as well.”

She winks, and you feel your face heat. You open your mouth to correct her, only to find Jake sliding his hand back into yours. You turn your head towards him, only to find a smile on his lips.

“M’am,” he drawls, tipping his head at the older lady “I can’t wait.” Jake presses the back of your hand to his lips, not bothering to correct her, before throwing a glance at you, and your heart fills with a warmth, while you meet his glance in a curious wonderment. You hadn’t had any doubt that what was between you and Jake, what this was, was serious, real, despite neither of you having voiced it out - but hearing him say it out loud, not even directly, and so casually as if it were a second nature to him, had your heart doing olympic level somersaults in your chest and your brain turning into mush. You are pretty sure you’ve forgotten how to speak.

-

Jake feels yours eyes focused on him as he drives you both back home. He knows that you think you are being subtle about it, but given that you are lost in your thoughts, you most certainly are not.

“Sweetheart,” he says conversationally, pulling you gently out of your thoughts, “it’s rude to stare.” He reaches over with his right hand to gently squeeze your jean clad thigh, keeping his left hand and gaze on the road.

“When?” You ask him, while simultaneously letting your left hand fall onto his right. Jake flips his palm skywards, catching your fingers in his larger ones, his thumb stroking the back of your fingers lightly.

Jake knows what you are asking even without you having to use too many words; when did your feelings begin?

“Astutely, 6 months before your break up with Dan,” he starts, thumb still stroking against against the back of your fingers as he pauses, “less so since you told me you had started seeing him.” Jake turns to glance at you, as he comes to a stop at a red light. “Maybe, unknowingly, sometime around the last year of high school.”

His confession hits you hard, catches you by surprise, and Jake feels your shock through the grip of your fingers around his. He squeezes back instinctively, offering your reassurance, focusing his gaze on the front of the road as the light flashes back to green.

You stay silent, and he lets you, until the car rolls to a stop in front of another red.

“First year of college, Christmas break.” You say softly, and it’s Jake’s turn to stare at you, dumbfounded, and in complete surprise, his fingers falling lax against your hand. It’s your turn to squeeze his hand, holding it tight in yours.

He recovers, glancing at the rear review mirror, noting that there are no cars, before shifting the car’s gear into park, and jabbing on the hazard light. Jake reaches over the center console, his right hand firm, but gentle, cupping the side of your face and pulling you to him. He stares deep into your eyes, your noses bumping against each other, before he captures your lips with his. This kiss is deep, bruising, but unhurried, and you let him lead you, a sense of calm and peace washing over the both of you, the same question in his mind, mirrored in yours - why the hell, did you both wait so long?

-

“I’m leaving,” you call out, while pulling a chilled bottle of water from the fridge and throwing it into the bag you have slung over your shoulder. You hear the beep of a car horn and chime of your phone, signalling Phoenix's arrival to pick you up.

You are beside the door, hand on the frame, tugging on your sandals when you feel Jake’s hand on your elbow, tugging you around. He smells like a combination of aftershave and soap.

“Don’t burn,” he orders you, as he brushes his lips against yours in a quick kiss.

“You’re bossy,” you say, as you run a hand through his hair, which is still half damp from his shower. You are about to reach up to kiss again him, when Phoenix beeps the horn again, this time longer, and louder.

“Patience is not her strong suit.” Jake says, and you see him roll his eyes. You unlock the door and push down on the handle, stepping out into the sun, hand raised in a wave towards Tash whose hand is hovering above the horn, ready to beep it again.

“I’ll see you at The Hard Deck tonight. Have fun at golf with Javy and Rooster!” You call over your shoulder, managing to catch him shaking his head openly at Tash, judgement on his face. It earns him another beep of her horn, and you turn towards Tash just in time to see her flip Jake off before he shuts the door. It makes you laugh.

-

“He’s hot,” you hear Tash say as you both lie flat on your fronts, the last rays of the evening sun on your backs.

“He’s no Rooster though.” You tease, and she flushes pink.

“Not for me,” she deflects, as she slides her shades down the bridge of her nose, “for you.”

“I’m good Tash.” You laugh, as you turn your attention back to the book in front of you, flipping a page over.

“Come on, don’t you want a vacation fling.”

“Not particularly.”

“He’s coming,” she hisses and you look up just in time to see the man she was talking about, tanned, tall, dark sandy brown hair, approaches.

“My friends and I were going to go in there for a drink, care to join us?” He gestures to his group of 3 friends before pointing towards The Hard Deck.

“We -” Tash starts, and you cut in immediately.

“- are meeting some friends.” You smile, apologetically up at him, your own shades covering your eyes.

“Friends?” The beach stranger asks, with a small laugh, while tilting his head to a side, “or boyfriends?”

“Friends.” Tash affirms for you before you can get a word out. “How about we catch you inside.”

“Sounds good,” he flashes you both a wide smile, and thumbs up, “I’m Paul.” He says, before jogging back to his friends.

“Tash,” you start, only to have her press a finger to your lips.

“Nu-uh, I’m doing this for you, you’ll thank me.”

-

“You guys should come with us the next time.” Coyote tips the mug of beer to his lips.

“You can see Bradshaw make a fool of himself first hand.” Jake chimes in, tone smug and slightly mocking, his words directed at the table, from beside you, his ankle leaning casually, against yours under the table the group is seated at.

“No thanks,” Phoenix snorts as she pops a fry into her mouth. “Golf seems boring. Besides,” she dusts her hands off before propping her elbows on the table and pointing towards you, “we had an arguably more fruitful day than the lot of you.”

“Fruitful?” It’s Fanboy who asks, his head swivelling from Phoenix to you.

“Did you kill someone Trace,” Payback jokes, to a laugh from Bob.

“Little miss here,” she points at you, while wagging her eyebrows, “had the attention of Paul there.” She jabs a thumb over her shoulder in an outright manner, causing the table of aviators around you to carne their heads to stare across the room over at Paul and his friends, before she finishes her sentence “on her the entire afternoon.”

You feel Jake glance at you, brow slightly raised, but expression otherwise unreadable.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” you huff, as you take a sip of your beer.

“He was staring at her the whole afternoon,” Tash continues, much to your dismay and you can almost feel Jake bristling slightly beside you. “He introduced himself, and asked us to meet him in here.”

“I didn’t say anything, you said said yes.” You retort, shooting back at her, while you cross one leg over the other under the table to slide your foot up Jake’s calf in an attempt at reassurance.

“The. Whole. Afternoon.” Tash repeats, emphasis each words with a rap of her knuckles on the table.

“You. Are. Crazy.” You rap your knuckles against the table in imitation of her, and it earns you a round of laugher from the table, including from Tash herself. “I’m going to get another drink.” You say aloud, to no one in particular as you stand, pushing back your chair, your clear attempt at avoiding Tash’s persistent attempt to make the conversation about you and Paul.

-

You lean against the bar counter, catching Penny’s eye. She throws you an apologetic look, from across the hectic bar, and you shake your head, letting her know it’s fine and you’ll wait and give her a thumbs up. You twirl your card around in your fingers, tapping the plastic against the counter along with the beat of the music playing from the jukebox when you feel a hand on your shoulder, and a body close to yours, effectively caging you in against the bar counter. You want to think it Jake, but the scent of the cologne pervading your senses tells you that it’s not.

You manage to flip around, your back pressed tight against the bar counter, the edge of the wood pressing into your skin, to come face to face with Paul. The scent of alcohol hits you as he exhales, and a look at his eyes, which are glassy and unfocused, tells you that he has had too much to drink.

“Hey,” he starts, and you can hear that his speech is slurred, “what took you so long. Your friend said you guys would be in here.”

You try to side step your way out, but he leans forward, his hands grabbing onto the bar counter on either side of you, firmly trapping you.

“I need to get back to my friends.” You say, voice firm, as you cross your hands over your chest in defence.

“Sugar,” he starts, and you cringe outrightly at the term, “forget about your friends, you’re here with Paul now.” He leers openly at you, his gaze dipping below your neck, tracing its way down the sundress which you had thrown over your two piece as a cover up.

“Let me out.” You unfold your arms, to push against his shoulder, attempting to force your way out. He doesn’t budge, but chooses instead to grip your upper arm, his fingers digging into your flesh.

“Come on now,” he slurs, his fingers bruising into your skin, “why are you playing hard to get now.” He moves his other hand from the counter to run a knuckle down the side of your face, causing you to shudder openly at the contact of his skin with yours. “You and you little friend were lying on that beach the whole afternoon in those small little swimsuits.”

His words make you roll your eyes, anger rising in you.

“It’s a fucking beach Paul.” You shake your head, hitting his hand away from your face. It enrages him, and you see his eyes harden as his hand that is on your upper arm presses more firmly into your skin.

“You little-” He begins to say, and you brace yourself, ready to face him head on, when you see a familiar hand land on his shoulder. Paul stumbles backward as the hand on his shoulder yanks him away from you.

“Stay the fuck away from her.” Jake steps in front of you, putting himself between you and Paul, who has stumbled forward in attempt to regain his balance.

“Who the hell are you.” Paul spits out, but Jake doesn’t budge.

“Get the fuck out of this bar.” Jake says, and you can hear the anger burning in his tone. It’s an anger you have heard many times in your life, particularly so when you both had been young, and Jake had been alot more rash, and less collected than he was now.

“Or what?” Paul challenges, drawing himself up, to his full height, but Jake stands firm in front of you, unfazed as the taller of the two.

“Or,” Jake begins, and you hear a dangerous iciness to his tone that has started to interlace itself with his anger. You glance down, and see his fist balled tight, knuckles white. “I’ll make you sorry for ever touching my girl.” His voice is dangerous quiet, and low enough that only you, him and Paul can hear it.

You see the group of aviators now alerted to the commotion, and picking their way towards the three of you from your left, and Paul’s friends, who you decide look much more sober than he does, rushing over from your right. His friends reach him first, pulling him back just as Paul makes to raise his fist, and Rooster squares himself firmly beside Jake, the two men blocking you from view.

“Leave.” You hear Penny say, her tone cool, hard, angry as well, from behind the counter, and the bar, which has turned collectively to observe, watches, silently, as Paul’s friends drag him and themselves out the door.

-

“You okay?” You feel Penny’s hand on your shoulder, and Rooster’s concerned glance at you.

“I’m ok,” you say, throwing them each a smile, and Rooster nods, his gaze shifting from Jake, who has turned to face both you and Penny, his lips still pressed into a tight line, eyes still clouded with anger. Rooster tilts his head ever so slightly towards Jake, and you tip your head an inch down in a nod. You see him exchange a look with Penny, before both him and Penny back away, her back to the other side of the bar, which has once again started to bustle with noise as if nothing had happened; and Rooster, to gather the group that had managed to make their way halfway over to you, back to their corner, giving you space to deal with Jake.

“Jake.” You call his name, as you reach down to grab his fist, which is still balled up tightly and hanging by his side. He moves his gaze down to look at you, but the anger doesn’t dissipate.

“Jake,” you try again, fingers massaging against the skin of his balled up fist. “I’m fine.” You say and you see his gaze flick immediately to your arm.

“I should have punched that motherfucker.” He seethes, and you move your hand up to grab his wrist instead, squeezing firmly.

“I’m fine.” You emphasise again. You see his gaze begin to soften, and you move your hand up to his waist, your hand darting under his shirt, fingers squeezing lightly against his skin. It does the trick, and you hear a deep exhale from him as his anger begins to ebb away. “Let’s go home?” You ask, your bag already stowed away in his truck.

Jake nods, your last word pulling him back fully.

You both throw a wave at the group of aviators who have returned to their corner, receiving nods of understanding and waves in return, and you tug Jake out of the bar, your hand low and out of their sight, but your fingers interlocked loosely with his, as Jake follows behind you.

-

He comes to a stop in front of his truck, pausing before he unlocks the door.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner.” He says, and it makes you frown.

“Jake,” your tone is disapproving, chastising, as you reach out to slide your hands around his midsection. “I can take care of myself, and you were there plenty soon.”

He opens his mouth to speak, but you cut in with a firm “no”. There is a moment of silence, where Jake’s shoulders tense up, but you rub a hand against his back, pressing your cheek to his chest, grounding him, and he lets the tension go, choosing instead to wrap his arms around you.

-

You both don’t notice Penny watching with a small smile on her lips from behind the bar, looking out of the window as Jake folds into your touch and you mould yourself into him.

“Didn’t know they were together.”

Penny holds her arms over her chest as the bartender, Harry, comes to stand beside her, both watching as you both pull away from each other.

“They aren’t,” she respond, she and Harry watching as Jake says something to which you respond by punching him lightly on the shoulder, attempting to turn away, only for him to laugh before he catches you by the waist and connect his lips to yours.

“Sure looks like they are.”

Penny watches as you fall into the kiss, fully, wholly, completely, despite it being short before pulling away.

“Not officially” she says as Jake opens the door of his truck for you, letting you step up and in, before reaching over to buckle you in, both of you joking with each other, every single ounce of tension and anger from earlier gone, eyes twinkling in the faint glow of the street lamp towering overhead, “but they are.”

Penny had seen plenty of fights in The Hard Deck, and she had seen one too many involving Jake Seresin - but what she had never seen was him, or any man who threw a punch or came close in this bar, for that matter, let go of his anger as quickly as Jake had because of you

“They don’t need to be, to be, huh.” Harry asks as he slings the dishcloth in his hands over a shoulder.

“They’ve always been.” Penny mutters simply as she watches Jake shut your door and jog over to the driver’s side.

>> PART 6

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[danganronpa96]

Oh, this is very interesting. I assume you mean like from the DR3 anime, so (rubs hands together)

DR69:

Luigi - going into a room with the lights on (as no. 2, isn’t it your duty to be in the dark? Also this could stir up some interesting situations in the dark)

Mario - running or jumping (can’t yahoo his way out of this one)

Peter - talking (yep not a peep outta funny family moments guy, no cutaway gags no nothing, what will tiktoks use for footage now)

Brian - reading or writing (no books, no laptops, no pens. He won’t be needing them)

Miku - speaking in English (as an idol, it’s her goal to spread her voice to everyone around the world, so what if it was limited? She can still speak Japanese, and Chinese, but only a select few will understand her. Sure, it’s fine for those who can translate, but what if she was in a dire situation with someone who couldn’t…?)

Teto - Hatsune Miku dying (since she loves her so much, she’ll do anything to protect her, even if that goes for protecting her own life too)

Nagito - telling the truth (kinda like his despair disease, seems he can only lie or keep quiet… How can someone who hardly has any trust here gain any now?)

Sans - telling a joke/pun (at first this was gonna be a joke answer, but… it would be tough for him to remain serious in situations where he’d rather not be)

Parappa - crying (he really has to keep believing now, or else he’ll be clawing not to let all those emotions spill out)

Fluttershy - touching another animal participant that isn’t herself (therefore she cannot tend to any of them if the time comes)

Ashley - being more than a room apart from another person (ultimately forcing her to stick around people rather than isolate herself)

Ayano - not killing anyone in 20 days (this would really challenge her “yandere” persona, and reluctance to kill here)

2D - listening to music (this goes for music out of speakers, hearing someone sing, and even humming a tune. Man loves music so what if no song machine /album ref)

Mr. Krabs - giving or accepting a bargain (not just with money, but favours, requests, and payback all count too)

Dedede - fighting with another participant (whether physically or verbally)

The Conductor - witnessing any act of violence (since he is usually is very disregarding of other’s safety, especially during filming his own movies, perhaps now he has a chance to redeem himself with preventing danger)

DR96:

Hayasaka - giving the poison antidote he was provided to someone else (he can save someone else who triggered their action, at the cost of his own life…. (I smile deviously))

Kurumada - flirting with Hayasaka /JJJ ok but actually using his physical strength to protect someone (this goes for violent acts such as punching, or manual labour such as catching heavy objects from falling)

Mai - making eye contact with anyone (she’s such an outgoing, bubbly gal… so what if she could never meet someone eye to eye ever again? Never being able to look at the ones she loves properly… oh my)

Walter - telling a lie (cue a Walter White version of the Pinnochio scene from Shrek 3)

Jesse - swearing (Jesse don’t say “bitch” challenge impossible 5 dead 20 injured)

Saiki - using his telepathy to communicate (either open your mouth or say nothing, Saiki, your choice)

Kaidou - daydreaming (this includes roleplaying as the Jet Black wings and wearing his bandages and blazer over his shoulders, no more fantasies grow up boy /jjj)

Retsuko - raising her voice (this goes for her heavy metal screaming as well, she can’t stand up for herself anymore seeing as she mostly did it on her own in private)

Natsuki - being called “cute” (I think this would be simple but effective, cue her attempting to never share her forbidden action, and doing all she can to never be called such a thing, even going so far to be as rude as possible even if she doesn’t want to be)

Yuri - everyone does not die in 30 days (if she really wants everyone to die, she’ll do all that she can to make sure it happens before it’s too late for her. Whether she utilises their forbidden actions to do the trick or not is up for thought…)

Hiroshi - touching white objects (such as plates, paper, his own scarf… how practical can one practical boy be now?)

Brian - witnessing spiritual or supernatural activity (this could be talk of religion, going to the Shrine, reading books about such things, and anything to do with Mr. Devil…)

Bojack - participating in the consumption of alcohol (rip this guy IMMEDIATELY)

Latte - verbally conversing with a student (she can be around them, and use body language, but speaking is a no-no, so much for being a professor huh-)

L - performing any of his usual quirks (includes sitting with his knees up, eating sweets, holding things with his index finger and thumb etc., L be normal challenge)

Ena - changing emotional states (meaning they can’t go into their sad, drunk, depressed etc. states. Oh boy get ready for a challenge folks)

[subbmissivesuccubus]

Nezuko cheating on Zenitsu with Senjuro maybe..?

That is spicy, me likey.

Manga spoilers under the cut:

Listen, I love Zenitsu as much as the next guy but I always hated how he never seemed to change from his incel personality and still wound up getting the girl. I do not doubt that Zenitsu loves her with all his heart but I wish we saw more of their interactions as relationship dynamic as opposed to Zenitsu drooling over her all the time and getting pissed whenever she interacts with other men. So I am definitely one of the Nezuko X Senjuro crack ship supporters!

Disclaimer : Contains cheating/ NTR. Modern AU. Everyone is in their late 20's/early 30's.

A slight change to your idea (and slight ooc) - But imagine Nezuko and Zenitsu being a married couple, having been married for almost a decade and Zenitsu brings up the idea of opening their marriage. He says he loves her but he wants new experiences and wants to spread his wings a bit. Nezuko is pissed and confused as to why he'd want to do that and storms out of the house. She goes to a bar to drink her anger away and meets Senjuro, a friend of hers. She confides to him about what Zenitsu said and how pissed she is at him and Senjuro tells her that there's a way she can get back at her husband- and that's by sleeping with him.

“Show him.” Senjuro said, leaning into her, his red eyes blazing with passion that make Nezuko’s heart skip a beat, “Show him how miserable he’ll be once the marriage opens up. Isn’t that the best revenge? He makes your marriage polyamorous, thinking he’ll get all the pussy he wants but he doesn’t realize that every man out there will be dying to have a chance with you.”

Nezuko raised an eyebrow, shivering at how close the man was, "That includes you? I had no idea you liked me."

"I've liked you for years." the man confessed, "and it kills me to this day that you got married to someone who doesn't deserve you."

How could she not kiss him after that?

So they go back to his place, arms all over each other and locked in a passionate kiss, Nezuko having never felt so excited before even with Zenitsu. As Senjuro is greedily unbuttoning her top, his lips kissing down her neck, she picks up the phone as calls her husband. He's happy to talk to her, immediately attempting to convince her that opening the marriage isn't a big deal and he's initial excited when Nezuko said she agreed. But she can hear his excitement die down when he hears her let out soft moans and the faint sound of lips coming in contact with skin.

"I’m not going to be home tonight.” Nezuko said, huffing as her shirt got pushed off of her, exposing her bra covered chest to Senjuro's greedy eyes, “So don’t wait up.” 

“Wh- huh? Why?”  Zentisu asked.

“Why do you think?” Nezuko said, giggling as Senjuro’s hands found their way to the button of her pants, the man giving her a look like he wanted to pounce at her- a gaze that made her shiver, “I found someone to spend the night with~” 

“A-Already?!” Zenitsu barked out, clearly shocked, “I mean- we literally just agreed to this- how do you already have someone to-” 

“Don’t worry, Zenitsu-san.” Senjuro suddenly said, clearly getting frustrated at how long the conversation was going on for, “I’ll take very, very good care of your wife.” 

“Senjuro?” Zentisu called out, shock in his voice, “You? Why? How-” 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, honey!” Nezuko interrupted, “And thanks again for suggesting to open our marriage, it’s a great idea!” With another giggle, Nezuko hug up the call before tossing her phone aside, opting to forget about the object as she surged forward and caught Senjuro in a kiss. 

They ignored her ringtone as Zenitsu tried contacting her again, so engrossed in each other that they hardly noticed it to begin with. Senjuro took her so wonderfully, making her see stars as pleasure and orgasms raked her body, naughty words leaving his mouth like it was second nature, getting her riled up and excited instantly. His hot body against her, his hot tongue licking up her arousal, his lips suckling on her breasts as he fucked her passionately- it was all so perfect. She couldn't remember the last time she felt such intimacy- such love and care for her and her body. Her hands ran down his toned back, leaving plenty of scratch marks on his muscles as he split her on his fat cock, bullying his way into her soaking pussy. They went on for what seemed like hours, round after round, leaving them a mess covered in sweat and cum, loads of his seed buried deep in her pussy.

When she went back home the next morning, cleaned up thanks to Senjuro offering her his shower ( but only after another round in the tub), Zenitsu was waiting for her. He clearly hadn't slept, an anxious look in his eyes as he saw the various bite marks and hickies that was littering her skin.

Just as Senjuro predicted, Zenitsu told her he wanted to close their marriage up. He made a mistake and it was a stupid idea to begin with, he said, But Nezuko shut him down immediately.

"I'm going to have a great time." she said, "And i'm not going to stop you from finding other women. Anyway, I'll be out again tonight. Senjuro and I are going on a date~"

[andydrysdalerogers]

The Type You Save - T H I R T E E N

James "Bucky" Barnes and OFC Alexandra "Alex" Richards

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

A/N: The Tag list is open! Only four more chapters after this!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

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Previous: T W E L E V E

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The following morning, Alex, James, Steve and Tony were in the police conference room.  Alex’s leg was bouncing hard, and James put his hand over her knee.  “Doll, please relax.”  

“Alex, its going to be fine.  The guy I’m setting you up with is a pro,” Tony said just as the doors opened.  

“I am. Have a winning record and everything,�� a man said as he walked in with another man.  “Helmut Zemo,” he said as he offered his hand to Alex.  

“Alexandra Barnes. Nice to meet you.”  

“I wish it could have been under better conditions, Mrs. Barnes.”  He sat across from her on the table.  

“Please call me Alex.” She fidgeted with her hands. “Inspector Zemo, can you tell me how this would work?” 

“Call me Helmut.” He took out a sheet of paper and handed copies to everyone. “Its pretty straight forward.  Once Mr. Grey arranges his meet with you, our team will go and scout the area for all exits, compromised routes and devise a plan of action. We would put a wire, which is not actually a wire, on you so we can listen in.”  

“Would she be sent in alone?” James squeezed Alex’s hand.  

“If its asked of her, yes.  Either way, we would have someone close to her to get her out if needed.”  

“What about our son?”  

“I would recommend placing him somewhere out of the way with people you trust. Alex,” Zemo looked at her. “We will do everything we can to help you and your family. Let me put your mind at ease.”  He reached into his pocket and pulled out an ordinary looking bracelet.  “This is your wire.”  

“It’s a bracelet.”  

The room chuckled.  “Yes, doll, but it has a listening device embedded in it.  We can hear everything going on as long as it maintains skin contact,” James explained.  

“How much does he have to talk for you to arrest him?” 

“We just need him to threaten you.” Tony crossed his arms.  “Once he does that, we can submit this to the court for a restraining order and place him under investigation.”  

“He had a lot of powerful friends,” Alex remarked. “Do you think this will work?” 

“Alexandra, I will be honest with you.” Zemo stood up and walked to lean on the table next to her, arms cross. “This is dangerous.  I think its brave for you to do this to pin this bastard.  But, as a realist, I recommend having your affairs in order.  Your husband is a police officer; he can tell you how dangerous something like this really is.  You must decide if going through with this investigation is the best option for you and your family.”  

Alex swallowed as the fear rose, feeling the bile in her throat.  She got up and ran out of the room and to the restroom next door.  She fell to her knees, throwing up.  She could hear the door open and close and then hands on her back.  “I’m here doll.  Breathe.”  

The door opened and closed again, and James handed Alex a bottle of water.  “Sip, doll.”  

“I can’t do this.  I can’t do any of this.”  

“You don’t have to Allie.  We can take off right now.”  

Alex took a swig of water and spit it out before taking a drink.  “We’d be running forever.”  

“Yeah, probably.”  

“We’ll never be able to settle.”  

“That’s probably true.”  

“You really want to live like that?” 

“If it kept you and Drew and Steve safe.”  

Alex took another drink.  She got up and cleaned herself in the mirror. She reached for James’s hand and went back to the conference room where the guys were talking amongst themselves. “Helmut, I understand the concern.  But I can’t run from my past forever. I need to do this.  Tony, I would like to apply for a weapons permit.  Stevie, Jamie, I would like to get some training in.”  

“Are you sure doll?” 

“He took my family from me.  I won’t let him take this.”  

Ding.  

That noise was starting to grate on Alex’s nerves. The amount of fear that flooded her when she heard it made her body hurt. It had been two weeks since the meeting at the police station.  Two weeks of workouts, training and learning about gun safety (at James’s insistence.)  Alex had put Nat in charge of the business while she prepared.  

Ding.  

“For fucks sake,” she mumbled after jumping for the 20th time that day.  It hadn’t been Grey this entire time and she was on edge. She went to pick up her phone and froze.  

Pet, Fishermen’s Warf, Noon, Three days. A geotag was attached to the message. 

She sank to the floor.  Three days.  Three days with her family. Three days to make the arrangements.  She screenshot the message and sent to the guys.  She got up and went to make Drew’s after school snack.  The door flew open 20 minutes later. Alex kept her head down. 

“Doll?”  

“Hi love.”  

“Allie, look at me.”  

Alex dragged her head up to look at her husband.  Who looked like his heart had been torn out. Her lip trembled. “Jamie…”  

James pulled her close as she began to cry.  “Everything is going to be ok, understand. Tony and Zemo are already casing the area to map everything.  Steve is already getting your weapon ready for practice.  We are going to get through this.”  

“Jamie, we have to go see the lawyer.”  

“No.”  

“James…” 

“I said no.  We don’t need to because nothing is going to happen. You will do the meet and then come home. Please Alex,” he held her head in his hands, lacing his fingers in her hair. “Don’t.”  

“We have to. We have to because we have a son who needs to be cared for in case anything happens.” Alex turned her face enough to kiss James’s palm. “It gives me peace of mind.”  

“I hate this.”  

“I do too.”  

After getting their will and trust together, Alex and James went to meet the rest of the team at the wharf. “This asshole knows how to pick them,” Tony commented.  

“That’s not helping Stark,” James replied.  

“I know, sorry, it’s just… this leaves a lot of things opened.  There are too many routes in and out, too many people and too many ways for that little weasel to escape or take her with him.  Just the water alone makes this impossible.”  

“So, what she doesn’t meet him?” Steve asks.  

“She doesn’t have a choice.”  

“Ok, just walk me through it,” Allie asked. 

They walked the wharf, Tony and Zemo pointing out potential exits and blind spots.  All the information made Alex’s head spin.  She knew how to case an area.  Hell, she did it for four years without giving it a second thought. But the thought that it was all to protect her made her continuously nauseous.  

“Alex, I have to say it.”  

“Please don’t Tony. I get it.  With my past, I get it.  This doesn’t look good.” She looked around.  “If I was a thief, this would be perfect.”  

“Alex, its best if we just go straight forward with Grey,” Zemo commented.  “We will have you wired, and the place surrounded. It would be the best we can do.”  

She nodded. “I guess.”  

“I’ll be escorting you Ale,” Steve said.  “It’s better if Bucky doesn’t go anywhere near this guy.  He’ll drive you in though.”  

“I – I think I want to go back home now.” Alex kept a stiff upper lip but inside she was dying.  She understood what was going to happen.  She would walk out but not by herself.  She needed the next couple of days with her husband and son.  

The next couple of days were a whirlwind of emotions.  Alex kept it in check in front of Drew.  They went to the zoo, the park, anywhere except near the water, building memories for them to have.  The night before, Alex packed Drew’s bag to take to Nat and Wanda’s.  She wrote a note to him.  

My baby Drew,  

If you are reading this, momma had to go away for a little bit and I’m sorry that I didn’t get to say goodbye.  I’ll try to come back as soon as I can my baby boy.  Please listen to your dad and Uncle Steve.  They will take care of you.  Keep working at school.  You are so smart, and I know you’ll do great things.  

Please don’t be mad at your dad.  He tried.  I know he did.  

I love you,  

Momma.  

As they dropped him off, Alex handed the note along with some other cards and envelopes.  “Just in case,” she said to Nat.  

“Don’t say that. Please, Ale, you’re gonna be fine.”  

“I know.  I just can’t leave without knowing he’ll be ok.”  

“He will be.  He’ll be better when you get back.” Nat hugged her friend hard.  

“Please take care of them,” she whispered.  “Promise me.”  

“I promise.  Won’t need to because you’re coming back but I will.”  

They let go.  “Love you.”  

“Love you too.”  

Alex was silent on the way back home.  Steve was staying with Tony to give the couple more privacy.  It was the last night, even if James was in denial that nothing was going to happen.  Alex knew.  She had known how Grey operated.  He was going to take what he believed was his no matter what.  

James made love to Alex that night slow, lingering kisses, feather-like touches, whispers sad in the night.  When she was asleep, he watched her, memorizing every line, freckle, the curve of her lip, every stand of hair.  He was afraid to sleep, that she would disappear again.  

He woke with a start.  He looked at Alex was gone.  “Allie!” He got up and put on some boxers.  “Allie!” 

“I’m right here.”  She was sitting in the window seat, grasping a mug.  

“Baby?” 

“I couldn’t sleep anymore.  I just wanted to watch the sunrise.”  

James lifted her up and sat her on his lap, her back to his front, holding on to her.  “What are you thinking about?”  

“I’m scared.” Her voice is small.  

James holds her tighter. “I know.” 

“What if…” 

“No doll.  Nothing is going to happen.  You hear the offer, you walk away.” He intertwines their hands. He studies their wedding bands, the engagement ring still shining up at them.  

“Promise me he won’t get to Drew.” She can feel the tears forming in her eyes. 

“Nat and Wanda will have Drew. I’m putting them into a safe-house today. They will be ok.”  

Alex twists to look at James. “Jamie, I…” 

“It’s ok doll. Don’t say it, I know.” He kisses her forehead.  

“I love you.” 

“I love you. Family…”  

“Over everything.”  She reaches up to kiss him.  It’s not the last time. But it feels like it.  

NEXT

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Back again already with another scenario, I'm alternating between my accounts lmao. How would Jake react if someone started flirting with Mustang? Maybe one of the guys, because they don't know they're together yet?

I just love imagining Jake all territorial and childish, because someone's flirting with his girl, but he can't say it's his girl, because she's not ready to tell people yet.

Ok so I've also thought about incorporating this into the story as well lol but yes this is a very tantalizing thought.

Ok, ok, ok. This is kinda just a scenario that's been playing through my mind the past couple days. Tbh I can see it happening with a stranger or another member of the dagger squad. Hopefully, the muses let it satisfy:

It was a night of celebration. Everyone had come home safe and sound from the mission and Penny had opened the hard deck for Navy personnel only.

You got out your favorite sundress you packed for San Diego: a black soft fabric with lush pink roses gracing the fabric. You had forgone a bra and something special for Jake: your favorite pair of lacy soft pink panties.

From your knowledge, no one else on base knew about your relationship with Jake, with the exception of Rooster, Phoenix, Halo and possibly Coyote.

You both agreed to keep it on the down low until you both found a good time to break the news.

You'd been conversing with Halo as you watched Phoenix and Rooster go against Jake and Coyote in a few rounds of pool, the loser having to pay for the winners drinks.

Jake sent you a wink as he called the pocket and shot the 8-ball in, "and that's game."

Rooster and Phoenix's groans made you chuckle, as Jake sent you a smile as he went to the bar top to retrieve his and Coyote's winnings, as well as a treat for you.

"I'll be right back," you said to Phoenix as you made your way to the jukebox, while Halo went to talk with Harvard and Fritz at the dart boards.

As you looked through the disc collection for a Fleetwood Mac song, you missed hearing Yale approach you, lightly tapping you on the shoulder.

You jumped a bit, "oh hi, Yale, how's it going?"

"not so bad, can I get you a drink ?"

"sure, a beer would be great," you smiled softly going back to finding Rhiannon on the jukebox disc collection and pressing play.

As Yale returned, you only assumed he was being friendly. Those thoughts went down the drain as he complimented your sundress, his gaze focusing from where it cuts off around your knee to your framed breasts to your eyes.

You continued to make light conversation, playing the oblivious card.

"Hey, where's Mustang?" Jake asked when he returned to the pool table with two beers and a pina colada.

Phoenix only chuckled, as Rooster pursed his lips and pointed to where Yale was leaning into your personal space, not caging you in, but definitely too close for his comfort.

Jake's jaw tensed, furrowing his brows as his grip tightened on the glass of pineapple juice and rum as he watched Yale lean against the juke box more. Truth is, he couldn't blame Yale. You were as pretty as a peach and sweet like one too. He didn't know that you were very much taken, you both wanted to keep your relationship a secret for a bit longer. It made it more special and exciting.

But if more people on base kept flirting with you, he wouldn't last another day without having to fight or fuck you in front of someone, which ever came first

Rooster, Phoenix and Coyote only chuckled at his expression. It was that of a petulant teenager. A whipped petulant teenager.

"Bagman, you're gonna have to deal with more of this if you and Mustang don't make yourselves official soon." Phoenix playfully said as she took a sip of her beer.

"Ya know, I could say the same for you two." He snipped back, as Rooster choked on his beer and Phoenix shot him a glare.

Jake took a seat, but his eyes didn't leave your form. This sundress had to be his favorite and it didn't help that when you bent over, your dress left very little to the imagination. He knew you could handle yourself and-

Your laugh had simmered down and you were about to excuse yourself back to the pool tables when you felt Yale push a strand of hair out of your face as he smiled, "you know Mustang, since we're gonna be in Cali for a while would you wanna go out sometime ?"

"Yale, I really appreciate the offer and you're very nice but im-"

You heard a chair screech against the wooden floor as you saw Jake storm towards you and Yale in purposeful strides, jaw tense and eyes piercing.

"Hey community college, you mind if I steal Mustang for a few? Thanks." He said, not even looking at him.

"Jake, what are- put me down!"

Jake slung you over his shoulder, making strides towards who knows where, lightly smacking your ass to quell your protests, making your face burn bright red.

You couldn't believe he was doing this in front of your teammates and colleagues. How were you going to face them when Monday rolled around ? You looked up, seeing Halo and Phoenix's shocked but amused features, Rooster's and Yale's speechless face and the rest of the dagger squad's bewildered expressions. Luckily it was still loud and most people weren't paying attention, but still. You even heard a few whoops and cheers of encouragement.

You heard Jake push through the men's room door placing you down on the sink edge, checking to make sure the stalls were empty before locking the door.

You couldn't take your eyes off of him, his piercing eyes, straight domineering posture, the way his biceps flexed subtly as his hands flexed at his sides.

"Jake, I-"

He brought his lips to yours, growling, stealing the breath from your lungs.

"Princess, I'm gonna fuck you so hard that when I'm done everyone here is gonna know you're mine."

That was how everyone at the Hard Deck that night learned that you were Hangman's girl and the full range of sounds he brought out of you. And how the dagger squad pieced together that you were Hangman's special lady friend and you both were responsible for the uprooted felt on the base pool table. And how you got your favorite pair of panties ripped and "stolen" from you. And, lastly, how poor Yale found out that he wouldn't get that date with you, but you'd be sure to send him Halo's way.

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So um yeah this is what I got tbh, hopefully it suffices. I feel the muses have served me well lol. Enjoy <3

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Unexpected Love: Exes and Oohs

A/N: Why yes, the chapter name is inspired by the Helluva Boss episode of the same name. I realized I have been using Dominic Daemon way too much and I have another THSC oc that needs development.

It's been weeks since Calvin had asked Henry out and Henry's been avoiding him.

Of course, it would be easy to avoid Calvin if they weren't in the same unit in the army. Henry never told Charles what Calvin did and thought he didn't need to know. He knew Charles wouldn't care since his feelings for Calvin were long gone, and he was now in love with Ellie but...

He doesn't like to keep secrets from Charles. 

Henry, Charles, and Ellie were walking to the base. The General called them in for something, and they headed to his office in uniforms. Charles and Ellie were talking while Henry was quiet as usual. They made it inside the base and passed by several soldiers who said hi to them. They said hi back and headed to the General's office. Henry lagged a little bit behind as Charles and Ellie started flirting. Henry didn't want to hear them flirting and to avoid being in a bad mood, he decided to slow down.

The trio passed by the Bukowski twins who were planning pranks as usual. Well... Konrad was planning pranks while Calvin was distracted, Calvin was looking at Henry. Henry was avoiding him and he didn't like it. He's been trying to come up with new ideas to ask Henry out, he's not going to give up on his revenge plan. 

"So I was thinking we can dye someone's hair with the ugliest color," Konrad explained as he glanced at his brother but his brother wasn't listening to him. Konrad arched an eyebrow at his brother, "Cal? You're not listening to me," 

"Hm?" Calvin replied distractedly, he glanced at his brother and saw his brother look annoyed at him, "Did you say something, bro?"

"Yes! What's with you lately?" Konrad asked, "You seem distant,"

"Oh," Calvin replied as he glanced at Henry again, standing in front of the General's office with Charles and Ellie, "Sorry... I was distracted,"

"With what?"

"None of your business,"

Konrad sighed with annoyance, Konrad is used to his brother being an asshole. They may be identical twins but that doesn't mean they share the same personalities. Calvin has a jock/jerk personality while Konrad is a bit more laid-back with a geek streak but he's also no pushover. Konrad was about to tell his brother off when Calvin went up to Henry and Co. Konrad quickly followed him. 

"I wonder why the General called for us?" Charles asked, Ellie and Henry wondered too. They were about to head in when they heard footsteps coming toward them, the trio turned around when they saw the Bukowski twins standing before them. Charles and Ellie frowned when they saw Calvin while Henry stiffly waved at them.

"Hey, guys," Charles said stiffly, "What are you doing here?"

Calvin and Konrad blinked as they looked at each other. They didn't think about it. Well, Calvin didn't and Konrad just followed his brother. 

"Um... we... we were just..." Calvin started explaining, ignoring the trio's looks. 

"Whatever," Ellie answered, "The General needs us so you guys can either leave or join us,"

Charles opened the flap and let Henry and Ellie in. The Bukowski twins followed them inside, curious about what the General needed the Triple Threat for. The group went inside and saw the General was talking to someone they had never seen before. The person who was talking to the General had light blue hair that was short and shaggy. He was wearing a black shirt with black ripped pants and black combat boots. He accessorized the outfit with a black leather jacket that had bones on it and black fingerless gloves.

He also had a lip and eyebrow piercing. He looked like a delinquent. 

Everyone was surprised at the person sans Henry who looked shocked but no one seemed to notice. The General glanced at the group and stopped talking to the man in front of him. He faced the group and cleared his throat. The man also faced the group and Henry's eyes widened as the man smiled at him. 

"Everyone, this is-"

"Spike?!"

Everyone stared at Henry whose mouth was agape, Spike gave Henry a smug smirk as he held up his hand to wave at him. "Hello, Henrietta," he replied with a mocky tone. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" Henry questioned with gritted teeth and his eyes narrowed, one of his fists was clenched in anger.

"I just wanted to see you," Spike replied with a smug tone, "Don't you want me to?"

Henry glared at Spike who grinned in response. 

Everyone saw the tension between Henry and Spike. Charles and Ellie saw that Henry was acting aggressively and they had never seen him act aggressively before. Not even when dealing with the Toppats that he wasn't aggressive. The Bukowski twins never saw this side of Henry before, they always knew that Henry was quiet, shy, didn't like people, and was a kleptomaniac.

"Henry, you know this young man?" the General said, sensing the tension.

Henry glanced at the General with a hard look on his face, "Know him? I dat- I mean he was my partner in crime before I got arrested,"

Everyone sans Calvin missed what Henry was going to say before he changed it. 

Galeforce raised an eyebrow in confusion, he knew of Henry's criminal past but he didn't know he had a partner. "He was your partner in crime?"

Henry nodded while Spike still stared at him with a grin, Henry wanted to knock the shit out of him but he can't. At least, not now and in front of everyone.

Henry turned back at the General and he smiled politely, "Sir? May I talk to Spike outside alone?"

Without waiting for Galeforce to respond, he grabbed Spike by the collar and headed outside. Spike made an indignant sound as he was dragged out by Henry. Henry kept dragging Spike away from anyone who would hear them until he stopped at a secluded spot. Henry let go of Spike and crossed his arms. Spike stumbled a bit but gained his footing, he stood up and gained his composure.    

He glanced at Henry who was glaring at him, Spike smiled and was about to say something, but he didn't get the chance to speak.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Henry asked again, Spike was about to talk again but Henry shut him down, "I'm the one talking here so shut up! "Also, what the heck did you know I was here? And why are you here?!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Spike held out his hands, "Calm down, Henri. I can explain,"

Henry put his hands on his hips, wanting to hear Spike out. 

"I know I sorta... left you," Spike started slowly.

"Left me... You left me?" Henry scoffed, "Yeah, right. You didn't leave me... YOU ABANDONED ME!!!" Henry shouted the last phrase as he clenched his fists and felt his eyes wet with hot tears.

Spike was shocked at Henry's outburst but quickly got angry, "Hey! It wasn't my fault! I tried my best you know!" he exclaimed angrily.

"Oh, bullshit!"

"It's true!"

Henry crossed his arms again and looked away from Spike. Feelings of bitterness, resentment, and anger started to brew inside Henry. He hated feeling those kinds of feelings and seeing Spike again brought up painful memories. Spike went up to Henry and lifted his chin to look at him. "Hey, it's alright my pretty diamond," Spike whispered, "I'm here now,"

Spike put his hand on Henry and the other hand on the small of his back. Henry's eyes widened when he felt Spike's arms around him, he was then brought into a hug. Henry would have enjoyed the hug if it weren't for the fact that his ex and the last person he wanted to see was hugging him. And it also doesn't help that he could feel Spike inching closer to his butt. Henry quickly stopped him by grabbing his hand and staring at him coldly. 

"Your hand goes any lower and I'm going to break it," Henry threatened coldly.

Spike smirked, he knew Henry wouldn't do anything since he was too weak and could get in trouble. "Aw, c'mon, babe," Spike said, "I thought you loved this,"

"I did! Before you showed your true colors!" Henry barked.

Spike chuckled as he glanced over Henry's shoulders, Henry noticed this and turned around. His face flushed with embarrassment when he saw Charles, Ellie, and the Bukowski twins staring at them. Henry saw their faces and he cringed. 

Charles, Ellie, and Calvin surprisingly had angry looks on their faces while Konrad had a worried look. Henry didn't want things to get worse so while Spike was distracted, he slapped him in the face and told him to get lost. Henry then left Spike alone to get everyone away from him, Spike was angry but didn't go after him. 

Charles, Ellie, and the Bukowski twins tried to ask Henry what was that all about but Henry didn't want to talk about it. Everyone dropped the subject but someone decided to wait to ask about Spike later and that someone was Calvin Bukowski. 

A/N:  I'm so sorry about the lack of updates. I started getting into a game called Team Fortress 2 and the spring semester just started on Monday for me. Also, I have two versions of Spike. THSC Spike is a delinquent while my oc Spike is different in personality. 

[naradivision]

Chibi Miraitabi (New Year’s Ver.)

—Happy Dragon Year guys ;)

Dragonflame —Kirara Magic

“Look, LOOK! There’re so many fireworks in the sky! Wowww, I can’t believe it —Is that a dragon shape!?”

“It’s because this year is now the year of the Dragon, brat. Hah, Chuohku is as extravagant as ever.”

“Anddd there are lots of foods over there! C’mon, let’s see what those ladies have got for this New Year’s party!! *runs off*”

“Hey, don’t run— *sighs* Damn. I’ve already lost sight of him…”

“You don’t need to worry that much, old man. Hi-chan can take care of himself.”

“So here you are. I’m just wondering where you’ve been going. I don’t need another lost child to add up my stress on my first day of the year.”

“Would you consider being polite for just a second, Saigo-san? I only went to greet Yumeno-sensei for a moment …And to give it some thought, this is quite unbelievable to know that Chuohku really hosts two parties in a row within just a week.”

“Good point. Nice to hear that it isn’t only me who thinks something was off. Chishio has been going for some investigation earlier but he hasn’t reported anything to me yet.”

“To be honest, if not because of the government’s demand invitation, I’d rather visit Todaiji in our division than join the party here…”

“Hmm? I think you’re a party person?”

“What? I like to enjoy the peaceful ambience of the temple too. Hearing the Joya no kane on new year marks a good start, you know?” 

“‘A good start’ huh. Oh look, who’s back.”

“Hey, guys.”

“Welcome back Hi-chan! You look kinda displeased, does something happen?”

“Listen, Chuohku obviously has no taste!”

“??”

“I think they’ve prepared the Osechi Ryori for the feast but I haven’t seen Ozoni anywhere! How does it be the ‘New Year’ for Japanese if it is the ‘New Year’ without Ozoni!? You two wait here! I’ll go fetch some from the car!”

“I’d appreciate that —But hold on, how much food do you supply in my car, kiddo?”

—Again, at another side of the party

*Dialing*

“Moshi-moshi~ *yawns* What’s up, my dear Chishio? I know you are missing this lovely me but you don’t need to make a call this early. I need some beauty sleep too~”

“I’ll gratefully appreciate it if you don’t play around for this once. And quit lying, I just happened to see your official PROFILE got updated a minute ago —Where the hell are you right now?”

“Aww~ Never expect you to be one of my fans, dear♥︎ This New Year’s kimono in my post is designed by Suzu-chan, isn’t it super pretty~? Do you think traditional kimono or montsuki suits me the best?”

“…Ugh (I’m so done with him). I bet Suzuran won’t be happy if she knows you’ve sneaked into her store again… So, you aren’t here at the party?”

“Yup~ I need to show a glimpse of my face at the ‘house’ today …Or else Shūkaidō is going to arrange my funeral for real. You sound a lil’ bit anxious, is there something happening on your side?”

“Not… really. It’s just that I notice too many participants being weirdly all armed today —That’s why I want to ask if you have any idea.”

“Hmm~~”

—Happy New Year!

🎍🐉🎍

[lovesosweeet]

better left unsaid // cth

chapter twenty one

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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august 29, 2018 uncasville, connecticut calum 

I don’t know what it is, but there’s something strange about being away from Orion for this long. It’s almost been a month, and we still talk almost every day. I know I can’t expect for things to feel all that normal. I left her alone in LA. She has a life there. I’m busy, touring with the band.

I think days like today are when I feel it the most. We’re in a random ass city in New England. We have a show tonight, but today we aren’t doing press, and there’s not exactly a lot to do in Connecticut. It’s just another day with the boys, whom I love dearly, but don’t exactly have a lot of fresh topics to talk to them about. 

At least it felt okay to sleep in this morning. A lot of days it feels like a waste of being in a cool city or a waste of being close to family to sleep in, but in Uncasville, Connecticut, sleeping until 11 feels like an appropriate start to the day. 

I wake up to a few texts from Orion, which is unsurprising but always good to see. 

From: my love + stars good morning hi hello i couldn’t sleep last night i am zombie today running on hella coffee i think duke misses you he keeps going into your studio and pacing around it’s so sad do you think he can come to the venue in san diego? omg i can get him a little shirt that says “i <3 5sos” can you imagine if i do that you have to post it to your story so the fans can see they would die hope you have so much fun in the fantastic town of uncasville today!!!!

To: my love + stars it’s always a good morning when i can hear from you! very good morning to you my very beautiful girlfriend my favorite zombie you can eat my brains if you want send me duke pics rn i miss him too please bring him!!!! i’m pretty sure dogs are allowed. i will riot if not. yknow you could post it yourself. just make your profile public ya silly goose. the fans love you now.

From: my love + stars cal if you ever don’t hear from me in the morning you need to call the cops i will always say hi asap i will eat your brains first look how cute dukey is!!!!!!! Images attached (3) they occasionally tOleRaTE me NOW. the tables could turn at any time.

To: my love + stars i will never call the cops on you you can do no wrong even if you eat my brains don’t tell duke’s mom but i think i miss my son more than i miss his mom (I AM KIDDING I PROMISE) literally the only reason the tables would turn is if you were a shitty person and you’re the best person i know so you’re good of course only go public if you want but just sayin the world would be a better place if everyone could see your beautiful sunset selfies

From: my love + stars somebody call 911 shawty’s lying to me on the dance flo it’s ok if you miss duke more than me i am not offended i swear you know i won’t go public i just don’t need that chaos in my life i love quietly lurking on stan twitter from my burner account

To: my love + stars i am not lying i miss you more than i have ever missed anyone duke is close second dw it could be a rush to go public for a day and then go back private see what happens

From: my love + stars stop you’re gonna make me cry in the club rn it would be not fun cal you know this i’d get a bunch of DIE BITCH I COULD TAKE UR MAN IF I WANT TO YOU’RE SO UGLY and maybe a sprinkle of wow you’re kinda cool sometimes

I’m not sure how long it’s been that Orion and I are just sitting here texting each other back and forth until Ashton is giggling across the room at me.

“What are you making all those faces for, Cal?” He asks.

I flip him off. “Just texting Orion.”

“Oooh, what are you guys talking about?” Luke walks in the room, a banana in hand and Sierra trailing behind him carrying a Starbucks cup. 

I roll my eyes. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I was just telling her she should make her Instagram public, and she thinks it’d just open up a door for death threats.”

“The fans like her now, don’t they?” Luke asks. He plops down on the couch next to me, and Sierra sits on his right side. He looks around the room at all of us, searching for confirmation.

“She always gets love when I post a picture with her in it,” Ashton confirms. 

It’s no secret that I’m not exactly an active user on any social media, so even though I have millions of photos of me and Orion, I don’t share them much. That’s both due to my personal social media habits and Orion’s wishes to keep her presence on my social media to a minimum. It’s kind of like her rule for flowers — only for special occasions. 

Ashton, on the other hand, posts a few photos at a time to his story and feed pretty regularly, and more often than not, if there’s a group picture, Orion is in it. He’s also the only one that really hangs out with Orion on her own regularly, so naturally they have more photos of the two of them. That said, if she’s only getting positive comments on Ashton’s posts, I’m sure she’d get positive reactions if she shared her own.

“I’m not saying she should or shouldn’t,” Sierra starts. “But I definitely get why she doesn’t want a public profile.”

“I mean, to be fair, a lot of what she posts is of you guys,” Luke adds. He’s not wrong. Because her profile is private and she can pick and choose who follows her, she feels fine to post whatever she wants, and that means posting a lot of pictures with me, of me, and of Duke. “She definitely wouldn’t want to do that if she went public.”

I sigh, knowing that Sierra and Luke are probably right, and Orion is too, even if she’s not completely accurate with what would actually happen if she made her profile public. I decide to drop it. 

“Where’s that Starbucks at?” I decide to ask, changing the subject. I nod at Sierra’s coffee cup in her hand. 

With the address in hand, I head off to find someone to drive me to the Starbucks and go back to texting Orion. 

To: my love + stars it’s pretty early to be in the club but still don’t cry just a little over a month. we’ve got this!! only go public if you want. i support you regardless and happy to be bad cop and defend you in your comments if you needed

From: my love + stars a 2018 shakespearean level romance defending me in an IG comment section i’m a lucky girl

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a/n: fillery chapter ik. but still plantin a seed for something later on. i posted this poll but also feel free to drop a comment on your wishes on this post too pls n thx.

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The Observatory North Park, San Diego, 12/9/23

Though we were in a different city the setup for this show was very similar to last night in LA: large, ornate theater with a barricade keeping people back from the stage. But this was no impediment to the band torching through a stellar set.

Amanda calls me Tom the Critic because after shows I have a tendency to skip over the OMYGOD THAT WAS AWESOME part and pick nits over minor issues. It’s a character flaw; I’m working on it.

After this show I took Amanda’s face in my hand, looked her in the eye, and said, “Amanda, you know I love you, but I am about to tell you something that you probably thought you’d never hear me say.”

“Oh god,” she replied, bracing for the worst. “What is it?”

I leaned in close and whispered, “Perfect show. No notes.”

“AWWWW!” she said as she melted into my arms for a big hug.

And it really was a truly stupendous show, but even so it came close to being overshadowed by the after party.

Amanda’s sister Alyson (of forced wedding / gross cake fame) was in town for a hematology conference, and her “book doula” Jamy Ian Swiss lives in San Diego, so they were both there.

I convinced them - and Amanda’s brilliant long-time sound guy Dave - to join us for drinks at Part Time Lover, a nearby combination bar and vinyl record store. As we headed out I snuck up behind Amanda and said, “I think I just convinced your sister to come out drinking.” She said, “Yeah, that tracks.”

The place was jammed with a boisterous young crowd when we arrived, but we closed the place down and there hardly was anyone left by 2am.

I got to learn about Alyson’s efforts to cure cancer with targeted drugs and Dave’s work training the next generation of sound engineers. That was lovely, but Jamy stole the show. Or rather, put one on.

Knowing him primarily from his work with Amanda on her book, I thought the magic was a bit of a side hustle. When I asked, “Are you any good?” his look said, ‘I will tolerate that because you are buying me drinks,’ but his mouth said, “I am much better than good.” And then he pulled out a deck of cards and proved it.

I had never actually seen close magic up close, like literally standing next to the magician. Let me tell you, it is quite an experience. You know it’s a trick, you know he’s doing something, but you cannot see anything, which makes you start questioning your sanity. He really is much better than good.

After we closed the bar Dave and Alyson bailed but Jamy soldiered on and we went to an all-night diner where the spirited (pardon the pun) conversation continued until we finally parted ways around 4am. This was one for the annals.

Annotated Set List:

Good Day

Sex Changes

Gravity

Backstabber

My Alcoholic Friends

Shores of California

Delilah (featuring Veronica Swift) Welcome to the Internet (Bo Burnham cover)

Another lengthy intro before launching into a set of new songs, although this didn’t feel like the angsty delay tactic of the previous night but just bringing the audience up to speed on what was about to happen. Mister God

By way of introduction to the next song Amanda said that the friend who was the first person she sent it to when it was finished was in the audience.

“A really dear friend of mine is in the audience tonight … his name is Jamy Ian Swiss and he’s a man of many talents, among them: he’s an incredible professional magician. But he also helped me write a book called “The Art of Asking,” which was kind of a magic trick itself. Over the course of working on this book together he got to know me very very very well.”

And I thought, ‘Oh yeah I need to party with this guy.’

Houdini

Believe it or not, as Amanda was telling the background story of the next song, there was another medical emergency that necessitated bringing up the house lights, same as the previous night in LA. Once again the staff was on it and the band and the crowd were very respectful.

Afterwards Brian said, “It is actually really amazingly rad to have venue after venue’s staff come up to us after shows and go, ‘Your crowd is really awesome; they’re really good people!’”

Whakenewha Amsterdam (Jacques Brel cover)

Another Christmas

Boyfriend in a Coma

The Runner

The Nail (Amanda on synthesizer)

Coin-Operated Boy

“We don’t take for granted that we’ve been a band for 23 years now and without a record out since fucking 2008 and like a thousand people still came to see us play. That does not necessarily have to happen when you’re a band. And so we want to thank every single one of you for just like loving us and believing in us.”

Merch commercial

Astronaut (A Brief History of Nearly Nothing) (Amanda Palmer cover)

War Pigs (Black Sabbath cover)

—

Girl Anachronism

Photo Gallery:

The scene of the crime.

Ready to Rock! (photo by Deanna Aliano)

The Dresden Dolls!

Delilah

Amanda is WAY up on the balcony for Amsterdam

The many faces of Brian Viglione

Merry Christmas motherfuckers

Technicolor Dolls

Beautiful shot of Brian by Deanna Aliano

Big finish!

[liviavanrouge]

14 Birthday Jacket Vignette

14: I wonder who's gonna come to my interview, the interviewer chosen by the magical dice will bring good luck...I wonder what luck will befall me

???: 14..

14: H-Huh

Jade: *Smiles* Happy Birthday

14: *Tackles Jade down* JADE-SAN!!!

Jade: *Chuckles* H-Hello 14...

Jade: *Clears his throat and smiles again* I'm your interviewer today, how about that it seems luck is truly on your side

14: I do feel lucky already with you here, Jade!!

Jade: That's good, here's your gift

14: WOWIE ZOWIE!! MORE HIBISCUS FLOWERS!!

14: THEY'RE DIFFERENT COLORS TOO!! HOLY MOLY!!

Jade: *Laughs* I knew you'd enjoy them! Grow away to your hearts content~

14: They look so cool! I love these, I have to grow these right now!

Jade: Maybe after the interview, 14, you will have all the time in the world too, as for growing them you'll have to teach me a thing or two about growing flowers

Jade: I'm more knowledgeable in growing mushrooms but I hear some like the company of certain floral plants

14: Of course, I'll show you the ropes when growing some flowers, I have this book on them back in my room

Jade: How useful, looks like we'll be gardening together more often

14: Yes!

~~~

Part 2

Jade: Let's begin with this interview shall we, so we can spend time together

Jade: If you could have any student from Night Raven Collage as your sibling who would it be?

Jade: Or course I'm out of the question as is everyone else in Octavinelle

14: Hm...then I'd have to go with....Cater then, the phone addict selfy guy!

Jade: Cater Diamond from Heartslabyul, why him?

14: He knows the latest trends, he's really friendly and I'm hoping to drag out that hidden side of his that he seems to dislike, the more....insecure side..

Jade: Hm?

14: I don't know much about emotions and all that but I can tell when someone is being a fake character, Cater has something hidden inside him that he won't allow out and is hiding it by being the outgoing social butterfly

14: I wish to help him mend that broken person inside, and being his sibling might help be get closer to him rather than an overall friendship between us

14: Friendships can only go so far, you know, yeah a friend has become family and you tell them secrets and all that, you have sleepovers hangout, but there are sometimes things that friends nor family realize and I was hoping to be that pillar for him as a sibling that realizes his pain

14: So I'd like to be Cater's little brother, if I'm able to become one...

Jade: Some spectacular thought you put into your decision, you have an eye sharper than Rook Hunt, 14

14: Not really, I'm just able to tell if someone's being fake, not trying to mean that in a rude way, but I know what it's like and how Cater hut secretly be feeling

Jade: A kind heart you own, 14

14: Aha, thank you, Jade-San...

~~~

Part 3

Jade: If you were to transfer to a different dorm, what would you pick

14: D-Different Dorm!? Why would I need to pick that, am I getting kicked out!!

Jade: No, or course not, it's just for the interview of course!

14: Then....I would have to pick...Diasomnia, yes, I'd choose Diasomnia

Jade: Why pick Diasomnia, it's a dorm filled with powerful mages? I worry you might end up getting pummeled you know, not many are as nice as the students here

14: I like dark spaces, Diasomnia has dark areas too, besides I'd be able to use my UM more efficiently when in that dorm

14: Besides Liv-Chan wouldn't let anyone lay a finger on me! She'd tell Malleus so fast and a new rule would be added suddenly if so!

14: Haha, another upside to being in Diasomnia, having someone who is close with the current dorm leader and gets spoiled by them a lot!

Jade: Sneaky, sneaky, 14

14: *Laughs, grinning at him*

Jade: I might have to shorten your time spent with Azul since you've become quite the mastermind

14: Hey, I learned a lot hanging out with the Fish Mafia, as everyone calls you three

Jade: *Chuckles* May I ask who refers to us as that?

14: Oh, Ace of course, he's the one who came up with the nickname as well after the whole fiasco you know!

14: It giggle whenever he says that, it's a silly nickname, really hilarious, but I don't think it describes you guys that well

Jade: *Grins* I see....I shall pay Trappola a visit sometime later today!

14: Alright!

~~~

Jade: And this concludes our interview! I had fun with your answers, 14, some were quite touching and others quite funny

14: Thanks Jade! I had an amazing time!

Jade: That's good, now Happy Birthday, 14!!

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14: *Laughs smiling wide, chasing Jade, reaching forward with his other arm back preparing to throw a whipped cream pie*

[chrisodonline]

Finale Spec/Wishes, pt. 4

Just in case you aren’t one of the two people who are actually following this, see part one , part two, and part three. Again, this is non-formatted liveblog/recap style version of my brain. 

Kensi, Deeks, Fatima, and Rountree are all back at the boathouse. They’re giving High Ranking Official Guy Good Queen Bess. He holds her tight, and says, “I can’t thank you all enough. If there’s ever anything I can help you with, just let me know.” Kensi assures him they were just doing their jobs. Fatima comments, “Good Queen Bess seems…like a very special girl.” High Ranking Official Guy is like, “The most special girl.” They all smile. High Ranking Official Guy says, “I was worried when we moved out of San Diego, that she’d have trouble adopting to LA. Especially without Stephen. But she hasn’t.” 

Kensi and Deeks look at each other. Deeks asks, “You worked in San Diego?” High Ranking Guy is like, “Of course. These days I do more consulting than anything else. After Stephen passed away, I wanted at least somewhat of a change. Everyone understood. He loved Good Queen Bess as much as I did.” Kensi says they’re all sorry to hear about his loss. High Ranking Official Guy — whose name I still haven’t picked even though I named his chicken and husband — appreciates it. High Ranking Official Guy says he should be heading on out, but he does want to know if they ever found the person who took Good Queen Bess directly. Rountree explains that Criminal Guy paid off a drifter whose name was probably not really Smitty Jones MacGuffin, and he’s probably taken his large sum of money and run off somewhere. However, they won’t give up. They’ve got a description out to all agencies. Deeks adds, “Unfortunately, cases like this one can’t be completely wrapped up in a day.”

High Ranking Official Gauy nods. Kensi asks him to hang back a minute. She has some questions. He agrees. Kensi tells Fatima and Rountree to go on ahead of them, they’ll be to the bullpen shortly. Fatima reminds her Callen wanted to see all of them, and they can wait. Kensi shakes her head and says, “It’ll make you two look really good if you beat us there.” Deeks winks. Fatima and Rountree just shrug and leave.

Cut to Kensi and Deeks arriving to the bullpen. Callen, Sam, Fatima, and Rountree are all standing around waiting for them. Deeks asks, “Why is it so quiet? I feel like I should be nervous.” Sam replies, “Most rooms are quiet until you get there. Don’t be so paranoid.” Fatima interjects, “We were just trying to convey to Callen and Sam just how much High Ranking Official Guy loves Good Queen Bess. I guess I don’t see the purpose of a pet chicken. They’re not affectionate like dogs, or as entertaining as cats. Or as soothing as fish.” Sam explains, “Some people are okay with one-sided affection, but I’m sure a chicken shows her affection in her own way. You just have to look for it. And there is something to be said for a hilarious but endearing creature who is both needy and vulnerable but convinced they’re completely tough and independent.” Kensi notes, “That’s very insightful of you, Sam.” Sam nods. “That’s the basis of my relationship with Callen.” 

Callen looks over at him, annoyed. “That wasn’t funny two hours ago, and it’s still not funny.” Deeks adds, “It’s a little funny.” Callen shoots him a look and just sighs. “Moving on. I wanted to call you all here to first off, say, Good Job today.” Everyone nods and smiles, appreciating the compliment. “I also wanted to break the news to you that Kilbride is leaving. His son needs some help, and he wants to be there for him.” Everyone is shocked. Rountree is the first to speak and ask, “Wait, what does that mean? Permanently? Are they sending somebody else?” Callen says, “All good questions.” And Deeks interjects, “I think another good question is, ‘Do they know our track record?’” Callen laughs. “I think they do…which is probably why the higher ups were more than willing to offer it to me.” Another shock, seen on everyone’s faces. Fatima quickly asks, “Did you take it? Are you the new Ops Manager?” They all stare at him, relieved Fatima was willing to be the first one to blurt it out. Callen nods. “I am.”

Everyone congratulates him. And there is hugging (yay). Callen says they’re dismissed for the day. He just wanted to let them know. He tells them good night. He turns to Kensi at her desk near his, and quietly says, “Hey, Kens, can I talk to you for a minute.” Kensi nods. They go off. Sam lets Fatima and Rountree know they don’t have to stay, they can go. Fatima and Rountree walk off. Rountree mentions wanting to get dinner. “Definitely nothing with poultry. Or eggs.” 

Callen and Kensi are off somewhere. He tells her, “Kensi, you know that if I’m Ops Manager, that means my current job is open, right?” Kensi nods. “I already let Sam know. I want you to have it.” Kensi face drops. “Oh, Callen. I didn’t want to say anything until we had something for sure, but Deeks and I are looking at moving.” “Moving?” Kensi nods. “To San Diego — work on the naval base there. Still room for excitement. And challenges. But steadier schedule — steadier presence. We’ve learned a lot with Rosa, and we were hoping to look into trying to get Pilar. Plus, things would be…safer.” Callen nods. “Less monsters like body stitchers you’d run into.” Kensi gives him a sad smile. “I’m sorry. It means so much that you’d ask me. And if things were different —“ Callen assures her, “It’s okay. I understand. I’m surprised we managed to hold onto you and Deeks for so long, just in general.” Kensi puts her arm around his back. “You sure you’re okay?” Callen nods. “Of course. I mean, I won’t be happy to see you go, but I will be happy for both of you if this is what you want. We’ve at least got you guys for a few weeks or more, right? Until you find a spot?” Kensi’s face drops again. “Actually, we talked to the guy from today. He’s got really good connections, plus the ones we already have, and — we could know something in the next few days.” Callen just nods silently. 

Back in the bullpen, we see the simultaneous conversation Sam was having with Deeks. Deeks asks Sam, “So, what’s that about? Wedding stuff?” Sam shakes his head. “Something else. Work related.” Deeks nods. “Vague. Cool.” He pauses. “Speaking of work stuff, I’m sure Kensi is biting the bullet and breaking it to Callen now…” Sam looks over at him, confused. “We’re looking at going to the base in San Diego. Getting jobs with better schedules. You understand.” Sam says, “Wow. That’s big.” Deeks nods. “We’ve already started conversations, and it looks like it might be sooner than we thought. We want to make sure we get to make Callen’s wedding, though. He and Anna didn’t manage to pick another new date yet?” Sam shakes his head. “I know sooner rather than later. I told him not to rush, but he’s worried. Do you know how long it took me to convince him to pick a date without Hetty back?” Deeks offers, “You should’ve just told him that if he wants her to show up, he should just pick a date. She’ll make an entrance.” Sam says, “That’s exactly what I told him! It still took a while. Now, though, he’s gone in the complete opposite direction. It’s like he overcorrects in the most extreme way possible. And he is still not wanting to give out the actual date until it’s almost time. Wants it to be even more top secret.” Deeks just nods. “That’s some pet chicken you got there.”

Callen and Kensi return to the bullpen. Deeks says, “You told him?” Kensi says, “I did. Did you tell him?” Deeks nods. Callen says, “Well, this has been a surprisingly exciting day considering our case was a missing chicken.” Deeks says, “Not to be that guy, but you guys realize this is one of the last times we’re all standing around our desks with each other, right?” Everyone just looks down, sad. They all stand in silence for a couple beats. Kensi then says excitedly, “Oh, I have a great idea!” What about, end of this week, we all go back to the beach and have another celebration?” Callen asks, “A celebration for what?” Kensi adds, “More of a party. A celebration for family. We turn it into a tradition. Make it an annual thing.” Sam says, “That’s a good idea.” Callen says, “I’m in.” Deeks says, “That’s my ladybird. A beautiful genius.” 

Callen adds, “Can we make it Friday?” Kensi says, “Sure, I mean, we haven’t planned anything yet. I was thinking Saturday or Sunday, but Friday is fine if you want Friday.” Callen says, “Thank you. I’m assuming there will be alcohol? I’ve got meetings all day, and I’m going to need a drink or two.” Everyone smiles and laughs.

[a3songtournament]

SEMI-FINALS: ROUND 4, MATCH 29

A Place Called Family vs Uso ka Honto ka Chikage-san

Fan-submitted propaganda is under the cut.

A Place Called Family:

I CRY EVERY TIME. okay technique-wise sakuya's actor has definitely had better performances but i actually like how raw and unpolished he sounds in this song bc he's focusing more on the emotions of the scene, which is sakuya trying to convey to chikage what he's been trying to convey the entire time: that chikage is part of their family. and the final chorus where the rest of harugumi joins in with a call-and-response like sakuya sings one line and everyone else sings another line,,, it's such a beautiful back-and-forth that makes me cry bc it's not just sakuya who thinks chikage as family. everyone does, including masumi who's the most reserved person in the troupe!!! and the way they harmonise at the end with "kazoku to iu ibaSHOOOOO" is so beautiful i love spring troupe's harmonies so much they do an amazing job with it

Uso ka Honto ka Chikage-san

it's so catchy and i like that it interpolates a bit of "petenshi no yuutsu" in the beginning! i like how they harmonise in various parts of the song like "chikage-saaan", "gentleman", "cool guy" (i think it's itaru and maybe someone else going higher than the rest). also at some parts (in the album version at least) citron's voice is a little more prominent when they're begging chikage to be honest with them like you can hear him yelling a little in the back and it's a nice detail. and i like how there's a call-and-response part with the spring troupe with:

masumi, tsuzuru, citron, and itaru: "you might see through him but you can't"

sakuya: "chikage-saaaan"

masumi, tsuzuru, citron, and itaru: "you might grasp him but you can't"

sakuya: "chikage-san!"

then everyone comes together to beg chikage to actually be honest with them and then the winter troupe members join in too and it's just lots of fun!