#oh yeah that guy Phoenix weight

[tacobellabeanburrito]

Anybody know that Narumitsu fanfic were Miles and Phoenix are connected by the Gay Golden Chains Of Fate and where Phoenix can see these chains and also other peoples relationships through different colored strings? I need to find it soooo badly.

Edit: Fanfic has been found, and they actually use the phrase “Gay Golden Chains Of Fate” which I think is hilarious. It’s in the replies if anyone wants to read it! It’s very good and cute!

[the-avengers-not-the-nazis]

Bad moon rising I

Summary: After a nasty divorce, you and your family are forced to live with your Grandpa in the lovely notorious Santa Carla, California. Filled with punks, geeks, surfer nazis and apparently all kinds of creatures of the night.

Word count: 3.1k

Poly!lost boys x Emerson!reader

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A/n: This is the first time writing for the lost boys, I will let yall know if there are any major warnings in each chapters or not. But I hope that you guys enjoy reading the first chapter.

‘Don't go around tonight

Well it's bound to take your life

There's a bad moon on the rise’

Your legs were killing you. 

After hours of sitting in the back seat of the Land Cruiser, you were growing restless. And Nanook didn’t really help when the dog draped his entire body over your lap, his weight making both of your legs go numb. 

You could hear the sounds of your brothers and mom arguing over which radio station they should listen too for the rest of the drive. The occasional static from the radio making you roll your eyes. 

Maybe your legs weren’t the only thing tired from the long drive, maybe the voices of your family were starting to drive you crazy. 

“Oh,” your mom suddenly said, turning up the music that was currently on. “This one is from my generation.” A smile inched its way on your face as you watched mom dance along to the music. 

Both Sam and Micheal turned to face each other, a soft grin playing other lips as they listened to the ole timey song. “Keep going.” They said together. 

“Ok, ok, I get it.” Mom said as she switched the channel. “My music isn’t hip enough for you guys.”

You leaned forward in your seat, hand resting on Nanooks fur to keep him still. “Hip?” 

“Yeah, you know. Cool, fresh, narly.” Your mom told you, bringing her hand up to do a surfers hand gesture. 

You glanced over at Micheal, trying to see if he too was hearing what mom was describing. He just gave you a playful eye roll, and a shake of his head. Not wanting to tell mom that nobody actually used those words in real life. 

“We’re almost there.” Your mom told you in a sing song manor. 

Glancing past Micheal you saw a billboard, the words Welcome to Santa Carla read across the front, an image of the towns beach drawn on cartoonishly. 

Sam let out a gag, his nose turnt up towards the window. “What’s that smell?” He asked, quickly rolling up the glass to try and block the stench from entering the car. 

Mom closed her eyes, taking a long sniff of the outside breeze. “That’s the ocean air, baby”

“It smells like someone died.”

You snorted at your youngest brothers comment, he wasn’t totally wrong. The saltyness that suffocated the air around you was a bit much, but you’d grow used to it, you all will eventually. 

“Look guys, I know the last year has been tough.” Mom said, glancing back at the rear view mirror at both you and Micheal. “But I think your really gonna like it here.”

You couldn’t count on either hands on how many times your mother had said those exact words to you three. It always starts with the ‘I know’ and always ends in your really gonna like this place. But, if you were being a hundred percent honest you missed back home. 

All of your friends and what’s left of your now broken family is all back home in Phoenix. And you know that mom is doing all that she can to keep everything positive, but deep down you know that the divorce is hurting her just as badly as it is hurting you and your brothers. 

As the car continued to drive down the road, you watched as the sign showed the back. It was packed with graffiti art and even a couple of stickers stuck to wood. But, what caught your attention most was the five letter word painted in black and red. 

Murder capital of the world.

Upon entering Santa Carla, you’ve noticed that there is just about any type of person you could imagine walking along the streets. There were girls in bathing suits, guys with halve shaved heads, groups of tourists, the locals, nerds, jocks. Hell you even saw a dog with its fur colored pink. 

You just hoped that at night the people were better looking. 

Mom pulled beneath the cover of a food shack, allowing everyone to step out and get some fresh air after ten hours on the road. Sam leashed up Nanook and took him to the bathroom, also venturing his new home town by himself as he did so. 

You woke up your legs as you stepped out of the Land Cruiser, the nerves shooting up and down your body, you wobbled a bit on your feet before steadying yourself against the car. You felt sweat begin to form beneath your clothes, causing them to stick uncomfortably to your skin. “Holy cow.” You muttered gently fanning yourself to try and cool off a little. 

You were used to the heat from the sun, but God, the humidity is what’s gonna kill you this summer.  

As you continued to fan yourself off, you noticed all the small shops that surrounded you. They were old and kind of antique-ish looking. But, past that laid the boardwalk, were you knew you’d be spending the remainder of you summer break and nights. 

Sam came jogging back towards the car, Nanook right on his tail. He stopped before mom as he pointed a finger at the boardwalk behind him. “Mom! Mom, there’s and amusement park right on the beach.”

Instead of acknowledging the said park, you watched as mom pulled out a small wad of cash. Placing it in Sam’s hand she gestured to a group of homeless kids rummaging through the dumpster. “Sam, tell those kids to eat something. Will ya’?”

As you watch Sam walk over towards the kids, you notice a telephone pole covered from head to toe in posters. Stepping away from the car and wandering over you read a few, hoping to catch a couple help wanted ads or even just something small enough to help out your family. 

Though instead of any job listing you did find a good amount of missing children posters. Actually, it’s just about a missing everyone poster. There is a little boy that looks about six, a grainy picture of him is nailed down with staples. And beside it is a man in what looks like his mid to early fourties, his balding head and crooked teeth makes you wonder who would miss a guy like that. 

Glancing past the telephone pole, you eyed the teenagers in the dumpster carefully. For all you know these kids could go missing next, and no one would try and look for them. 

The thought made your stomach twist in a discusted knot, the idea that you or even one of your brothers could turn up missing one day and nobody would bat an eye, didn’t sit right with you. 

A car honked from behind you, turning around you noticed that your family is back in the cars AC and that they are all waiting on you. “Y/n, sweetheart.” Your mom called, poking her head out the window. “We have to go, grandpas waiting for us.”

You quickly made your way back to the car, plopping back down in your seat as mom slowly pulled out of the food shack. The feeling of cold breeze in your face cooled you off a lot more than your hand did. 

After a while the car pulled up to an old two story house, the arch way made out of tree limbs and nails made you question how sturdy that would actually be in a storm. Once the car came to a complete stop everyone piled out, the dirt road beneath you dirtied up the end of your blue jeans. The bottom of your converse’s making little patterns in the grime. 

Micheal, who had decided to ride his bike for the rest of the drive, slowly unstradled the vehicle, his eyes darting around the front yard of the house. Wood carvings of animals and an old trailer was near the back of the yard, the fence that surrounded us was slightly spaced out and cut into sharp ends. 

“This is homey.” You muttered to micheal, the backpack that you carried felt heavy on your back after hours of not wearing it. 

Micheal hummed in agreement, albeit sarcasticly. 

Glancing back at the house itself, you took in the porch, it had one too many rocking chairs and wooden tables for you to count. There were even empty beer bottles rolling across the porch floor. But, you stopped judging the home style around you when you noticed a pair of legs laid out on the ground. 

Taking erie steps, you all cautiously eyed the body. Both fear and concern bubbling deep inside of you. Fear that this would be the first dead body you’ve seen and concern over who will come and clean it. 

Mom walked ahead of you and your brothers, crouching down by the head of the body. “Dad?” She asked, swiping hair out of his face as she did so. “Dad?”

“It looks like he’s dead.” Micheal stated, eyes glancing swiftly from his mom and the supposedly dead body before them. 

Mom shook her head, gently shaking her dad awake. “No, he’s just a heavy sleeper.” 

“Why is he asleep on the porch?” Micheal asked, trying to understand the older man. 

You leaned over Sam’s shoulder, taking in the supposedly dead corpse in front of you. “Is the heat from the sun gonna make his body decay faster?” You pondered out loud, ignoring the glare your mom gave you. 

“Yeah. And if he’s dead can we move back to Phoenix?” Sam added on for you, receiving the same look your mom just gave you. 

“The both of you be quiet.” She scolded. 

Suddenly grandpas head popped up, his eyes half lidded as he held a smug smirk. “Playin’ dead. And, from what I heard doing a damn good job of it, too.”

You watched as mom playfully swatted at her dad, before leaning down and giving him a good hug. Sharing a quick glance at your brothers, they both held the same expression that you did. Confused and slightly baffled at how the old man acts. 

The inside of the house looked just like the cabins from Friday the thirteenth. The floor was wood, the stairs were wood, an even the walls were wood. You honestly wouldn’t be surprised if the refrigerator and sink were made out it, too.

You walked through the house with a cardboard box labeled kitchen, both Sam and Micheal right behind you. Though Micheal was carrying a barbell with a couple of weights and shirts on it, and Sam had a bowl on his head with tied up comics ontop. 

“This place is straight out of a horror movie.” Sam whined, as they reached the kitchen. “I wouldn’t be surprised if their are dead body’s buried somewhere.”

“It’s not that bad.” you tried to reason, placing the box onto the counter and cutting through the tape. 

Sam stared at you bewildered, “Not that bad? Not that bad!” He started to raise his voice, setting down the comics and bowl beside you as he continued. “There’s no TV. Have you seen a TV? I haven’t seen a TV.”

You shrugged your shoulders, taking a couple porcelain plates from the box and setting them in a cabinet. “Use your imagination.”

“Imagination?” The boy raised his voice a little bit higher. “You know who else used there imagination? The Torrence family, and they ended up trying to kill each other.”

“Ok, one this is not The Shinning. And, two, you kill me I’ll haunt you for the rest of your life.” 

Micheal chuckled at yours and Sam’s conversation, “Oh, you think this is funny Micheal?” Sam asked the irritation of no TV or even MTV was starting to get to him. 

“A little.” He told his brother, placing the barbell down and walking back towards the car. “But, we’re flat broke, Sammy. Can’t afford a new TV for this joke of a place.”

You walked back and forth from the car, box after box, cutting open and placing your stuff with Grandpas. It was tiring, but, you wanted to get it done now so that you could go to the boardwalk tonight. 

Though your brothers on the other hand, weren’t as helpful as you were trying to be. 

Sam ran through the living room, swaying between the boxes that littered the ground as he sprinted away from Micheal. The said older boy was running down the stairs, he hoped over the railing near the bottom and took off after Sam. 

You were pulling out a vase from a box, tearing off the bubble wrap and placing it perfectly on the table. You took a small step back and eyed the spot, debating if you should move it one way or another for it to look right. 

But, as you stepped back, you acidently stood right infront of Micheal’s path. He collided with your side, sending you both tumbling to the ground. “Dammit, Micheal!” You shouted, quickly getting up just as your brother did. Continuing with his chase after Sam, you immediately ran after him. 

“Hey, guys, no running in the house.” Mom called out to the three of you, though no one paid her any mind as you all just continued to chase one another. 

Sam stopped before two sliding doors, shoving each of them open. You and Micheal caught up with your brother, you about ready to shove Micheal for knocking you to the ground, when you saw what laid behind the double doors. 

Taxidermy animals laid on the table in front of you, some were even hung up to the ceiling because there was no more room on the surface. The three of you stood shocked at the room, you more disturbed that so many dead animals were cut open like they currently were. 

“I think we found the dead bodies, Sam.” You told him, referring to your earlier talk about grandpa hiding dead corpses. 

Sam let out a snort, eyeing the room with interest. Micheal leaned up against your side, his elbow coming up to rest on your shoulder. Even at pratically the same height he liked to remind you which of the two was the tallest. 

“Talk about Texas chainsaw massacre.” 

“Rules.” A voice suddenly called out, bringing each of your attention to grandpa who had a cardboard box in hand. “We got some rules around here.”

He gestured with his hand to follow, which you all did begrudgingly. The old man led you to the refrigerator, and upon opening it you saw a sign that read, ‘Old fart’. You hid your amused smile behind your hand as Grandpa began to explain the rules. 

“The second shelf is mine.” He stated matter of factly, easing the sign to show a couple of beer bottles and a box of Oreos hidden behind it. He waved a finger at all three of you, “Don’t nobody touch the second shelf, ya’ hear.”

You nodded along with your brothers, grandpa then waddled out of the kitchen leaving you to trail behind him. You watched discustedly as Micheal began to shove his finger in Sam’s ear, the younger boy trying to push him away when Micheal wrapped an arm around the poor boys neck. 

Clearing his throat, Micheal directed his attention back at grandpa. “Hey, grandpa? Is it true that Santa Carla is the murder capital of the world?” He asked, refusing to let Sam go from his grasp. 

Murder capital of the world. 

Those were the exact words you’d read off the back of the billboard. You hadn’t known that Micheal had read that aswell, although he appears to be taking the towns chosen nickname more jokingly than you had. 

Grandpa slowly turned back around to face the three of you, his eyes darting across each face. “There are some bad elements around here.” He told you, though his voice seemed to be a lot more serious than anything. 

Sam finally shoves Micheal off of him, “Woah, wait a minute. You mean to tell me that we moved to the murder capital of the world?” He asked, getting close to the old man’s face. “Are you serious grandpa?”

You watched as grandpa took his time with his next words of choice. “Well- let me put it this way; if all the corpses buried around here were to stand up at once, we’d have a serious population problem.”

That did about anything but soothe your racing mind. Are we gonna get killed here? Are you actually going to go missing and nobody would care? Could Sam, Micheal or even mom turn up dead one day?

Your thoughts immediately went back to the missing posters, all the untraced people that had disappeared off the face of the earth. And not one of them had been found. You don’t think your gonna like it here all that much, you concluded. 

Mom suddenly sauntered in the living room, a stack of hats resting ontop of her head. “Oh, Dad. You’re gonna give them nightmares.” She told him, not wanting to deal with three teenagers wandering into her room at night complaining about what grandpa had told them. 

Grandpa waved his hand, dismissing her accusation. Changjng the conversation, he picked up a TV guide that sat on the end table, waving back to you and your brothers he began to explain another rule of his. 

“Now, when the mailman brings the TV guide on wensdays, sometimes the corner of the address label will curl up.” He pointed to the address label on the guide, the corner slowly thrusting itself up towards the ceiling. “You’ll be tempted to peel it off. Don’t. You’ll end up ripping the cover, and I don’t like that

He tossed the TV guide back on a different table, making his way back to the taxidermy room. He yanked the sliding doors together and they closed with a great, smack. “And stay out of here.”

Grandpa then walked away, though not before Sam stood in his pathway, excitement rising in his chest. “There’s a TV?” He asked, slightly crossing his fingers for the man to say yes. 

“No. I just like to read the TV guide. Read the guide and you don’t need the Tv.” He then walked away, leaving Sam with a disappointed look. 

“See,” you told him, walking towards a couple of boxes that were laid about the living room floor. “Now, you get to use you imagination.”

Sam pointed a finger at you, “When we go crazy, here- and we will, you’ll be the first that I kill.”

You pushed Sam out of your way with your shoulder, balancing the box on your hip. “Then be prepared for me to haunt you until the end of times, Samuel Emerson.”

A/a/n: Hello and thank you for reading the first chapter :) Now we won’t meet the boys until the next chapter, but I am debating if I should just make that chapter about you meeting them or add on. I still haven’t decided. But thank you again and the next chapter will be done as quickly as possible ;)

[roosterforme]

No Nut November I Top Gun Dagger Squad edition

Summary: When left to their own devices for too long, the Dagger Squad aviators usually got up to no good.

Warnings: Humor, adult banter, smut, ridiculousness

Length: 1700 words

Pairing: a mention of Rooster x girlfriend and Payback x hookup

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When left to their own devices for too long, the Dagger Squad aviators usually got up to no good. As they finished a group run and headed into the gym for some weight training, one such conversation began to take form. 

"Halloween was fun last night," Phoenix said with a yawn. "The Hard Deck was wild though."

"Yeah," Fanboy agreed, shaking his head as he got a bench press set up. "Crazy! But November is a way more chill month."

Hangman snickered. "Chill? You think No Nut November is chill?" 

Coyote shook his head as he did some squats. "It's the roughest month of the year!"

A bubble of laughter escaped Bob. "What's No Nut November? Like no peanuts?

"More like no penis," drawled Hangman. "Or vagina," he added when he saw the look Phoenix was giving him. "It's a competition. You try to stay ejaculation free for the entire month. Who's game?"

"Count me out," Rooster promptly said. "My girlfriend will absolutely not go for this." 

"Come on, Rooster," Payback said. "You don't even have to tell her you're participating."

Rooster stared at him in confusion. "I think she might notice something's up if I go from being balls deep inside her at least once a day to giving her nothing!"

"There are workarounds, Rooster. Don't you ever use your mouth for anything other than whining?" Phoenix asked, earning laughs from the others. 

"Hmmm," Rooster rolled his eyes at her and contemplated how he could get away with participating. 

"Well, if it's a competition, what does the winner get?" Bob asked.

"The satisfaction of knowing they aren't weak minded," Hangman informed him. "And I'll hang up a gold star outside the locker rooms that says 'Ejaculation Champ' with their name on it. Now, who's in?"

"Yeah," Payback said with a nod as he picked up a barbell. 

"I'll do it," Fanboy added. 

"Me too," agreed Coyote.

"Sure, sounds intriguing," Bob said with a nod. 

"I...will hesitantly say yes. I will probably regret this," Rooster said with a sigh. 

The guys all turned and looked at Phoenix who was stretching before she started weight training. "Oh, I'm already out. I lost."

Rooster's brow scrunched up. "What do you mean you're already out? It's November 1st at 9:30 in the morning."

Phoenix just smirked at the boys. "I had a guest over last night," she said coyly.

"Legendary," Fanboy muttered. "You've got more game than all of the rest of us combined." 

"Are you kidding me?" asked Hangman. "Less than ten hours into the month and you're already out? I'm actually kind of impressed."

Phoenix just shrugged. "The gold star would have been nice, but it was worth it."

Hangman sighed and turned back to the guys. "We've all got to be one hundred percent truthful. If you nut, you're out. And you need to admit to it." 

The guys all agreed. And thus the month of November became a thing of legend.

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On November 6th, Coyote woke up with morning wood. He got all comfy in bed and took care of himself. "No better way to start your day," he muttered as he cleaned himself up. "Oh, shit!" 

He had fucking forgotten about the bet! 

When he got to base and saw the guys, he just shook his head. 

"You nutted!" accused Fanboy immediately.

"Yeah," Coyote admitted. "I just completely forgot about the bet, and I....jerked off this morning." He winced, and the guys looked at him with disdain. 

"Well you can kiss that gold star goodbye," Hangman told him. "Everyone else hanging in there?"

"Yeah," they all said in unison. 

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On November 10th, Fanboy hit up his favorite movie theater for throwback night. They were showing Star Wars: Return of the Jedi, one of his all-time favorites.

He settled in with his bucket of popcorn, ready to enjoy the film. But then disaster struck. Maybe it was because he'd already gone too long without masturbating, or maybe it was because she was just so hot, but as soon as he saw Princess Leia in her golden, slave bikini, he was rock hard. 

"Oh, fuck," he muttered, still hard by the time the movie ended. He had to hold the popcorn bucket in front of his shorts on the way to his car. "Okay, pull it together, man." But by the time he got back to his apartment, he was panting and in pain. 

"I can't make it!" he said, carefully taking his shorts off and touching himself. The relief was immediate, but the disappointment he felt would surely linger. 

The next day on the tarmac, he told the others, "It was the damn bikini! It had me in its sights, and I didn't stand a chance! I could have made it through The Empire Strikes Back, no problem! I should have known better!"

Hangman, Rooster, Bob and Payback all sized each other up. Shit was getting real.

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By November 15th, Rooster estimated he'd gone down on his girlfriend about a hundred times so far this month. This wouldn't have been a problem for him at all, except now his jaw was starting to ache, and she was desperately trying to reciprocate. 

"You're so good, baby," she moaned as she came on his face. 

Rooster gritted his teeth and dug his nails into his palms. "Anything for you, honey," he grunted. God, he was painfully hard, and now she was crawling across the bed toward him. 

"You want me to go down on you now?" she asked, reaching for his shorts. 

"No! Tonight is all about you!" he practically yelled at her. 

She pouted a bit. "You've been saying that for weeks, Rooster. And now you're acting really weird. I want to make you feel good too."

"No! Ummm, let me finger you instead!" he shouted. "Lay down, honey. I got you."

But two nights later, he was outmaneuvered by her. As soon as she came from the pleasure his fingers and mouth provided, Rooster was rubbing his throbbing jaw and trying to think about something un-sexy. But she lunged for his boxers, pulled them down and ran her tongue along his dick. 

"Honey, no!" he groaned, but it felt too good. Two more strokes of her tongue, and Rooster was panting and spurting his cum all over her face. 

She looked up at him in shock. "That was fast." 

Rooster paced around the gym on base the next day. "I'm out, okay? I'm out." He ran his fingers through his hair, making it stand on end. "I swear I tried my best! Plus I think I have permanent damage to my jaw! It's aching from how many times I went down on her!"

Payback cocked his head. "But if you were avoiding intercourse, how are you out?"

Rooster looked slightly crazed now. "She licked me! She licked me three times and I came all over the fucking place! And now she's concerned that I should talk to my doctor about premature ejaculation! I was out there in the trenches, fighting for my life, and now she thinks I have a disorder!"

The guys all nodded in solemn understanding. 

Phoenix cracked up. "You're all idiots, I swear."

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Payback had been so careful. He really wanted that gold star. It was November 28th, and he was feeling optimistic about his chances of winning. 

"I've got this," he announced, bragging while playing pool at the Hard Deck. "The gold star is mine, dickheads." 

Bob and Hangman would cave. He just knew it. 

Then the cutest girl he'd ever seen started hitting on him. "Can I buy you a drink?" she asked shyly, and he was putty in her hands. 

An hour later they were kissing next to the jukebox. An hour after that, she was touching him under his shirt. 

"Okay, I'm out guys! I had a good run! See you tomorrow!" he announced merrily as he left the bar with her.

"Saw that coming from a mile away," Hangman drawled, sinking the eight ball. He knew he would make it to December 1st, because he knew he was mentally stronger than the rest of them. He prided himself on it. 

So Hangman went to bed that night with a satisfied smile on his face. He woke up the next morning with a mess in his sheets. 

He didn't even want to show his face at work, and he considered calling out sick. He managed to make it almost all the way out onto the tarmac by his F/A-18 when Payback and the others cornered him.

"You're looking really suspicious, man," Payback accused. "You're out, aren't you?"

Hangman nodded hoping to quickly steer the topic elsewhere. "Yes, I'm out. Congratulations, Bob. You win the gold star, man."

Bob pumped his fist in the air, and the rest congratulated him on his nutless month. 

But it was with untrusting eyes that Rooster turned back toward Hangman, who was trying to sneak up the ladder into his aircraft. "Hey, Hangman! How did you get eliminated?"

"It's not important," he mumbled in response. 

"Come on, everyone else admitted to how they got out," Rooster replied. "Couldn't be worse than ejaculating after a tongue touched you for approximately two seconds."

"Couldn't be worse than getting hard to Star Wars," Fanboy chimed in with a self-deprecating smile. 

Hangman cradled his head in his hand. "Ihadawetdream."

Phoenix howled and bent in half laughing, but the guys all stepped a little closer to hear him better. "Sorry, you what?" asked Coyote. 

"I had a wet dream!" Hangman shouted. "Okay? Happy now?" 

And now the guys were howling along with Phoenix. 

"Yes, hilarious," Hangman drawled. "How did you manage to win, Bob?"

Bob smiled serenely at everyone. "Oh, I practice mindful meditation for stress relief. Plus, my wife has been in Europe for work all month, so it was quite easy."

Bob jumped back as the guys all shouted at him in bewilderment. "You're married?!" 

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[gumdefense]

Rewatching the anime and I’m at farewell my turnabout now, which always reminds me the magatama just… isn’t a thing they adapted, for some reason. When Phoenix asks engarde if he killed corrida, they adapt it by having engarde be like oh nooo I’m so upset over his death how horrible and Phoenix trusting him based on that. Which I think works and also doesn’t. With the magatama, there’s a concrete reason why Phoenix and the audience think without a doubt engarde has to be innocent until he reveals he isn't, with the magic lie detector not detecting any lie. Without it, it kind of makes Phoenix look overly naive, blindly trusting the guy just because he said he feels so bad without even answering the question. But on the other hand, it fits really well with Phoenix’s character arc in this case and the exploration of the “always believe in your client” motto. Because here the problem directly comes from that belief and trust; while it’s still there with the magatama, the anime might give it a bit more weight since it just makes sense to trust Magic Lie Detector. I mean, why wouldn’t you. It’s kinda less about Phoenix trusting engarde too easily and more “woahh you can bypass the magatama by answering a certain way”

This isn’t me arguing farewell anime version is better, or that the game handles the trusting your client theme badly, not at all, I just like comparing the differences with the choice of removing a key element of the game in an adaption and how it then handles it

Speaking of the game since I’m not done rambling: I think the game gives the case itself more suspense and tension, because even when literally everything points to engarde, even if your faith would normally waver, you think no, he literally CAN’T be guilty, the magatama said so ! While I played the games (moreso early on), I was bad at trusting clients lol, even characters like edgeworth got “yeah no they did it” from me. But in farewell, as it was the 9th case after 8 cases of innocent clients, I had the instinct of “well the client is always innocent so even if he seems guilty as hell he’s probably innocent too” (which is one of the million things I ADORE about farewell, how it plays with how the previous game and previous cases affected the player psychologically). Add the magatama to that, and I was truly convinced there was no way he could have done it for once, which made the reveal a huge shock and made me really connect to and empathise with Phoenix’s inner conflict. While I think the anime adapts the case very well, it does have that aspect I mentioned of Phoenix just looking naive for trusting engarde. Though to be fair it might be bias from already knowing what happens

[amazingmsme]

I’ll Spot You Bro!

AN: Still catching up, but idk how fast I’ll be. This fic was soooo much fun, I’ve been itching to write a top gun maverick fic for a while & finally got some inspiration for a prompt I got a while back. I just think they’re silly your honor. Anyway, enjoy day 19!

"God, how long has he been at it?"

"At least five minutes."

"Jeez, and he's still going that strong?"

"Yup," Hangman drawled, popping the p.

"He knows a break won't kill him, right?" Phoenix asked, a smirk tugging at her lips.

Hangman snorted, "Try telling him that."

Just a then, Rooster let go of the pull-up bar, dropping to the floor.

"Oh good, he's done. You can finally-" Apparently he just had to readjust his grip. Phoenix sighed. "Or not. Sorry, guess you'll have to wait forever," she teased.

Hangman glared at him, arms crossed over his chest. "It's not even fun doing it that long," he stated, "Honestly I'm starting to question if he's even human." Phoenix rolled her eyes.

"You're ridiculous. Come on, follow my lead," she said as she stood and made her way over to Rooster, Jake at her side.

"Sup Rooster." She got a nod, and a quick huff of breath as a greeting. "You been at it for a while. Why not let Hangman have his turn?"

"Yeah, sharing's caring," he said smugly. Even while working out, Rooster rolled his eyes.

"Almost," he pulled himself up, "Done," another one.

"How long is almost?" Jake asked, cocking a brow.

"Two... or three... more minutes," he said through grit teeth. Hangman let out a long, "impressed" whistle.

"Damn, you goin' for the world record or somethin'?" he teased, causing Rooster to shoot him an annoyed glare. He said nothing and continued with his pull-ups.

"See, now that's what I'm talkin' about. Complete laser focus," Natasha emphasized her point by talking with her hands. "Bet nothing could throw him off."

Rooster didn't know what they were getting at, but they were starting to annoy him. He just needed to focus and keep going until the timer went off. He must've gone a little heavy with the weights beforehand because it felt like he'd been doing this forever. Still, he persisted.

Until he felt hands wrap around his waist and squeeze.

He twisted and kicked his legs out, barking out a laugh. "Hehey! Knock it off!" he playfully scolded. Hangman caught on to her plan and tweaked his lower ribs. Rooster yelped and pulled himself up on the bar, but it wasn't high enough to get out of reach.

"Nah dude, I'm spotting you! Don't want you to fall and twist an ankle or something," he said as an excuse to hold him in place and wiggle his fingers over his sides.

"Yeah, if anything, we're helping you train!" Phoenix agreed, reaching up to skitter her nails in his armpits. He shrieked and slammed his arms to his sides, pulling himself up in the process.

“Leheheave mehehe ahalone!” he insisted through giggles. He weakly kicked at them and Phoenix was able to grab his ankles in a headlock. His boots were too much work at the moment, so she instead targeted the backs of his knees. He threw his head back with a snort and tugged on his legs to no avail.

“But we’re helping!” Hangman argued playfully, walking his fingers up his ribs. Rooster knew where he was going, his laughter ramping up the higher he went.

“Nononohohoho you ahahass!” he cried out just as Hangman found his top ribs, drilling in right where they meet his underarm. Rooster quite literally screamed in laughter, and he gave up on his workout. He let go of the bar in favor of protecting his sensitive skin, and at this point he didn’t care if he fell to the ground. He hoped he’d take them down with him.

Of course, Jake caught him.

They didn’t bother stopping just because he let go. That may have been their excuse to start all of this, but they were having too much fun to stop. But even in his laughter driven stupor, Rooster couldn’t help but notice one thing.

His timer should’ve absolutely gone off by now, so what the fuck gives?

“W-wahahait! Guys, my tihihimer!” he managed to say between shrieks and giggles.

“I don’t hear it going off,” Phoenix teased, squeezing his knees and driving him completely mad.

“Thahahat’s thehe problehehem!” he cried out, and now both Phoenix and Hangman were confused. What the hell did he mean?

Jake found his phone laying by the doorframe and picked it up, checking the screen with a growing smirk. He couldn’t fight back the chuckle growing inside his chest.

“You uh, you sure you set that timer?” he asked, a taunting sort of edge to his voice. Rooster narrowed his eyes and snatched it from his hands, unlocking his phone to see for himself. His already pink cheeks grew just a tad bit darker when he realized he’d never even set the timer. He stared at his friends in disbelief and shoved both of them.

“You assholes! How long were you gonna let me go?” he asked through residual laughter as they both broke out in a giggle fit.

“We tried to get you to stop dude! You insisted!” Natasha pointed out, a dazzling smile on her face. On both their faces, actually. He rolled his eyes, standing up and dusting himself off. When he saw Hangman start to stand, he knocked him over onto his side.

“Coulda just told me hold long I’d been going,” he sassed. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood,” he warned, the weak threat not really landing with either of them. Rooster started walking away.

“Yeah, you’re welcome for that.”

Rooster stopped in his tracks before turning around, revenge on his mind.

[rosiahills22]

Notice me

Jake “hangman” seresin x Rosie Seresin

Disclaimer! This is my first time writing so be kind! Let me know what you think please! Comment, message, reblog! Thank you! Also no use of Y/N

Warnings: pregnancy, birth, post partum depression, arguing, slight suggestion at the end

If you told me 5 years ago I would be married to Jake Seresin and now have a beautiful baby girl together, I would never believe you. Here we are married for 3 years together for 5 with our beautiful daughter, Daisy Grace Seresin who just turned 6 weeks

They always tell you about the beautiful things of having a child. The first smiles, the giggles, warm bath time and reading stories, all the sweet newborn cuddles. Watching your husband be a girl dad. What they don’t tell you is becoming a mother can make you feel like you are not your own person anymore. They don’t tell you that you will feel lonely, the most alone you will ever feel. I never understood why moms got the baby blues when they just had such a blessing, but now I’m on the cruel end of it.

It’s not Jakes fault he doesn’t notice how distant I’ve become or how I’m in my head most days. He has work, and a new baby to think about. But…why can’t he see I’m silently drowning,questioning everything I’m doing. Am I enough? Not only for Daisy but for Jake as well. Am I holding her right, am I spending enough time with Jake? Has he noticed I still have 10 pounds of baby weight to lose? All these questions swirling in my mind 24/7 makes the little sleep I get difficult. And now we are hosting a BBQ for the dagger squad to spend more time together and get Daisy used to her little family.

The dagger squad and penny and mav all started to arrive at the Seresin house around 4:30pm. Phoenix and Penny helping Rosie out in the kitchen while fanboy stole Daisy from her bassinet in the kitchen. “Don’t drop my daughter Mickey” giving him a pointed look that should have come off playful but came off more anxiety ridden than anything. All fanboy did was nod and joined the men outside around the grill and picnic table.

“So Rosie, how is motherhood treating you?” Penny asked while chopping carrots for the salad. You swear she was giving you a sympathetic look, almost like she knows everything going on in your head.

“Oh it’s great penny, thank you” Rosie smiled, more of a grimace, making penny and phoenix frown.

“Well let’s these sides out the meat should be done any moment now” Rosie said

Penny and Phoenix shared a look but followed Rosie outside none the less. Penny mentally promised to watch Rosie tonight and see if she notices anything else a little off with the seresin wife.

As the girls joined the guys and Daisy outside she noticed Rooster now holding little Daisy making her happy as can be.

“There’s my pretty lady” Jake smiled, reaching an arm out towards Rosie. Rosie put the bowl of salad down and reached towards Jake wrapping her arms around him. “Here I am” barely a smile on the girls lips. Rooster, mav, payback and bob seemed to notice the low energy Rosie was giving but seemed to blame it on being a new mother.

“Well everyone, let’s eat!” Mav said.

Rosie took Daisy from Roosters arms and held her while she ate, a salad because those 10 pounds have been nagging her all day, mocking her. It’s a little hard with one arm and a wiggly baby but, she’s mom she has to take care of Daisy, well that’s what her mind says. Once Penny was done, she offered to take Daisy.

“Here Rosie I can take Daisy so you can finish”

“Oh no” Rosie started “that’s alright I’m done anyway”

“Rosie you just had some salad…you sure you’re full”

“Yeah..I had a good lunch and you know how hard baby weight it to lose” Rosie laughed trying to play it off. But everyone shared a little look with eachother. A look saying that was a little off for Rosie to say. Usually Rosie is very body positive. This comment goes right over Jakes head as he’s too busy trying to get Daisy to laugh in Rosie’s arms.

The rest of the night seems to go smoothly, atleast for Jake it does. Every once in awhile Rosie makes a degrading comment about herself that she laughs off or a “oh you know just mom stuff I guess”. Everyone seems to notice the sad eyes and distant smile in Rosie, everyone but her husband. The daggers all agree to stay a little bit and see if they can get Jake away long enough to ask if Rosie is alright.

Daisy let’s put a long yawn, “well I think it’s time for little ladies bedtime” Rosie says. “You want me to take her darlin’?” Jake says. “Oh no I’m gonna feed her to sleep tonight, seems a little hungry” Jake leans over and gives a goodnight kiss to Daisy on her forehead and the daggers all day their good nights.

Penny thinks now is the time. “Hey Jake is Rosie okay?” Jake gives a curious frowns “yeah..why?” Phoenix looks around and then at Jake and says “Well she was making comments about herself all night, not nice comments either and barely smiled all night.”

Jakes frowns deeply and says “Well…what..she just is tired…right?” Jake is now thinking back, really thinking and is starting to realize all the comments about her weight, needing constant reassurance she’s doing something right. Now Jake is noticing how she barely touches him, sleeps towards the edge of the bed, pushes him away subtly by saying she needs to pump or change daisy’s diaper. The giant sweaters in this San Diego heat.

Jake wants to punch himself now, how could he let his amazing wife think of herself as anything less than perfect. Jake starts to look around at everyone, all giving him sympathetic looks.

“How did I not see her hurting?” Jake starts, before he could spiral anymore Penny says “I think she has post partum depression, Jake, it’s very common, especially in first time moms” Jake just can’t believe his sunshine is having cloudy days. Rosie is the most amazing human, Jake thinks, she should be nothing but happy all the time, she deserves it.

“Doesn’t she have a 6 week appointment coming up soon?” Payback recalls to the group. “Uh..yeah it’s on Monday” Jake states. “Maybe she needs to bring up these doubts and feelings to the doctor.” Bob says “she’s hurting and she may need more help beyond what we can do” Bob finishes.

“We will be by you guys through this all, babysitting, just sitting with Rosie if you need to be gone” Coyote starts “but you need to help Rosie realize she needs help too”

Jakes head feels like it’s spinning, like a bomb just dropped. But he needs to get it on straight and buckle up, because his wife is hurting and he needs to help her anyway he can.

“Talk to Rosie tonight and give us a call in the morning with anything we could do to help” Maverick says. “I think it’s time to call it a night everyone” Rooster states. The daggers all give Jake reassuring smiles and hugs and Penny reassured him again that it’s normal and he couldn’t have prevented this. Jake closes the front door and makes his way upstairs.

When he gets to their bedroom Rosie is combing through her wet hair, having just took a shower. “Hey, everyone leave? Sorry I didn’t come back down I just needed a shower” Rosie says. “Yeah they left, don’t worry, they send their love” Jake says.

Jake is now just starring at Rosie wondering how to bring this up with her. Rosie notices jakes starring and asks “…you okay?”. Jake just sighs and decides to bite the bullet, “Are you okay?”. Rosie looks around confused “yeah…why are you asking?”. Jake decides to just put it all out there. Rosie just gives Jake a confused smile.

“The others pointed it out to me tonight and I don’t know how I never noticed and I will beat myself up everyday for it but you’ve been distant and making mean comments about yourself” slowly the confused smile drops from Rosie’s face. Her mind is going crazy, the others noticed? Was I acting that weird? Maybe they notice I’m not that great too.

“Jake…I’m fine.” Rosie turns to the vanity to put lotion on her stomach, trying to get these stretch marks gone. She is so in her head she doesn’t even realize she’s rubbing her skin raw and tears are starting to line her eyes, Jake is trying to talk to her. “Honey!” Jake says loudly. Rosie finally snaps out of it and looks at Jake. Jake walks over to Rosie and grabs her hands.

“Baby what is wrong?” Jake says. Rosie just looks at him and all of a sudden feels like a dam burst in her chest and she just starts sobbing. Jake is quick to bring her to his chest cooing at her and telling her everything is ok.

“I don’t know what is happening to me!” Rosie cried “I feel sad and lonely all the time! It’s like I’m a stranger in my own body, I hate myself! I hate the stretch marks, I hate this fucking 10 pounds I can’t lose! My hair is ugly, I never sleep and I feel so horrible because I know I can be better for you and Daisy, you both deserve better than what I’m giving” Rosie is still clutching onto Jake for some sense of grounding. “ I just don’t know what to do, I can’t keep feeling like this, I can’t.”

Jake feels awful standing their holding his wife. Not noticing she was drowning in her own mind.

“Baby..baby look at me” Rosie looks up at Jake. “There’s my pretty girl” Jake gives a small smile. Rosie just stares at Jake.

“I’m so sorry baby, I’m sorry I didn’t see you hurting earlier. But I see you now and I’m going to do everything I can to help you see what I see.” Jake starts “wanna know what I see?” Jake says. Rosie just nods her head. “I see my entire world when I look at you, I see my gorgeous wife who has the most kind heart, I see those beautiful eyes that I could get lost in for hours, I see you being the best damn mother I have ever seen. I see you baby, you are so gorgeous to me, stretch marks and all, and those 10 pounds? Yeah that went straight to those hips I love to grab” Jake smirks, Rosie rolls her eyes fondly and gives a slight chuckle.

“There’s my girl, all I want to see is your smile, what can I do baby?” Jake says

“I don’t know…Jake I think I need help, like professional help” Rosie states. Jake looks at her with nothing but fondness and pride. She’s so strong Jake thinks.

“Okay baby we will talk with your doctor at your appointment on Monday, ok?” Jake says. “Sounds like a plan to me” Rosie says. Rosie looks over at Jake smirking. Jake looks at her with gleeful curiosity. “What are you smirking at?” Rosie looks at Jake and smiled innocently “you know I’ll probably be cleared for certain activities on Monday, but for now I think hugs and kisses will make me feel better till then”. Jake just smirks at his wife and says “Now I can definitely do that” Jake and Rosie lay in bed together all night holding eachother and laughing, kisses here and there. In their own peaceful quiet bliss.

Until Daisy felt left out and and starting crying over the baby monitor. “Duty calls” Jake says kissing her forehead. Rosie looks as Jake goes and gets Daisy, realizing she didn’t need to be alone in her mind, cause she has the best support team out there. She also set a reminder to thank the dagger squad. They sure are the best family.

MY FIRST STORY EVER! Remember to be kind! Feedback is always welcome! Comment, reblog and message and follow me! ❤️ thanks for reading!

[bradshawsbaby]

You remember the consensus we all had about James calling Jake 'sir' whenever he speaks to him as Ellie's boyfriend/partner/fiancé/etc? Yeah, I've been thinking...

It's been a few months/a year since James and Ellie revealed their relationship to their families and James has been very consciously avoiding offending Jake, or calling him Uncle Jake, basically walking on egg-shells around him. And at first Jake found it hilarious and played it like expected him to do so, but by now he is internally just like "come on kid, enough", but doesn't say anything, waiting for James to give it up. He doesn't. Next time Jake hears "Sir, I was thinking-" he stops James and goes "last I heard, you called Nat aunt. I'm her husband. That makes me?"

"...Uncle?"

"Exactly." And just left James, who felt the weight of this strange new dynamics fall off his shoulder, knowing Jake trusted him with Ellie despite taking the mickey out of him at times for the fun of it, glad for the indirect blessing Jake gave him.

He still calls Jake 'sir' when asking for Ellie's hand in marriage tho...

*

Sorry if this does not go with your canon, just forget I ever did if it doesn't! I hope it's okay that I shared tho, don't wanna impose anything, haha x

Oh my goodness, why is this just the cutest thing ever? 🥺

Jake definitely does find it hilarious at first, and he is super protective of Ellie, but he’s also a big softie on the inside and he’s literally known James for his entire existence. After a while, it makes him feel bad that this kid (because James will always be a kid to Jake) who has been a nephew to him his whole life is suddenly kind of terrified of him. Not to mention, he knows James Bradshaw is a completely upstanding guy and the best boyfriend Ellie could ever have.

James hates the awkwardness of the new dynamic, too, and is so relieved when Jake indirectly gives him the go ahead to drop the whole “sir” thing. He immediately runs to Ellie and tells her, “I think your dad finally gave me his blessing for our relationship!”

Ellie just laughs and kisses him. “James, my dad has always been okay with us dating! He was just being a dickhead, as my mom would say.”

And when Phoenix gets wind of it, she wraps her arms around her husband and beams up at him. “You did good, Bagman. You did good.”

This was so adorable! Thank you for sending it in! ♥️

[oldestenemy]

through another lens - still an alien

Sam has never biked so fast in his life.

By the time he reaches Frog Comics his legs are burning and barely willing to carry his weight. Heart pounding and anxieties starting to grow with every passing moment. Mike still hadn’t come home, and Sam couldn’t shake the feeling that something had gone terribly awfully wrong.

But he had bigger concerns right now.

After showing Edgar and Alan the pages he had mentioned to them, the brothers had led him through the back of the shop into their house. Alan had dug a large trunk out from under piles of extra comic inventory, flinging it open to reveal a mess of what looked like sharpened chair legs and old canteens. Once again, Sam found himself questioning his choices in “expert” help.

“If we’re going to be launching a daytime attack on Max, we’re going to need to go in prepared. We can’t have another disaster like last night.” Edgar said, a deep frown creasing his forehead.

“His dog is a nightmare,” Sam reminds them “I don’t know if you guys have any way we can distract or— I really don’t want to kill a dog you guys.”

“Hounds of hell are easy to throw off.” Alan assures him “We’ll pick up some raw meat and drug it well enough distracted to get inside.”

“Drug it?” Sam echoes “With what?”

Edgar and Alan share a look before Alan replies “Come on, Sam. Have you seen the state of our parents? We’ve got something around here.”

“But,” Edgar cuts in “We’re losing daylight today, we’re going to have to put this off while we gather supplies. Keep an eye on your mom— and your bloodsucker brother while you’re at it.”

“Be safe, Sam.” Alan adds, pressing one of the better looking stakes into Sam’s hands.

“Right,” Sam mumbles, feeling more than a little overwhelmed. “You guys too.”

~*~

Sam comes home with the sun barely starting to hit the horizon line, painting his grandpa’s creepy property in orange and gold. His mom’s car is missing, and Mike’s motorcycle is still gone too.

Dammit.

“Grandpa?” Sam calls as he walks in, looking around in the hopes to not be startled by his feather-footed grandfather.

He eventually finds him dozing in one of the living room chairs, another stuffed trophy cradled in his arms. Sam isn’t quite sure what this one is supposed to be... some kind of ferret?

“Hey, grandpa—” Sam manages to prod him awake, and once he’s opened one eye, adds: “Mom and Mike both gone?”

“Haven’t seen Michael all day,” Grandpa replies, shutting his eye again. “Lucy has another date with the video store manager.”

“What?”

“Let me take my nap boy, I’ve got a date later too.”

Ugh... Why is it everyone in this house was too goo-goo eyed over someone to have any sense?

Sam can’t help but think everything would be easier if they all just didn’t care like he did.

Sure, people were attractive and all, but there were better ways to spend your time than drooling over them!

Resigned, Sam heads up to his room to comb through the two vampire comics for more battle strategies. But he’s stopped on his way up the stairs when the phone rings.

He practically flies back down them to answer, speaking without thinking.

“Mike???”

But it’s a woman’s voice that responds.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry my dear— did I dial a number wrong?” Her voice is soft and lilting, it reminds him of the lady who used to run his favorite ice cream shop back in Phoenix. “I’m looking for Barnard Emerson.”

“Barn—oh, oh, you’re looking for grandpa.” Sam realized as he spoke that he’d never actually heard anyone refer to his grandpa by his first name. “He’s asleep right now.”

“Ah, not to worry. Let him know Delilah Johnson called for him, and that I unfortunately have to call off our evening. Do tell him I’m very sorry, but something rather important has come up.”

“Uhhhh,” Sam’s mouth hangs open for longer than he’d like to admit. This is the widow Johnson? “—Yeah, yeah I’ll tell him. ‘Course.”

“Thank you, Sam.”

“Yeah, yeah no problem.”

He doesn’t think about it until he hangs up, but he never even told her his name.

~*~

“The widow Johnson called for you while you were asleep.” Sam says when his grandpa finally creeps into the kitchen. Sam is set up at the table, rubbing the stake down with a peeled clove of garlic. Nanook is curled up under the table at his feet, resting her head on them and snoring. “Said she’s really sorry but she has to cancel your date. Something ‘important’ came up.”

Grandpa just shrugs and moves to the fridge, collecting one of his bottles of root beer and a fistful of oreos. “Interesting project you’ve got there.” He says, eyeing the garlic.

“Oh— uh, project, for school.” Sam lets out the lie before even registering that school hasn’t begun, that he and Mike aren’t even enrolled here yet. “—I- I mean—”

“—I ain’t your mother, Sam. And I might be an old man, but I’m not an idiot.”

Sam just blinks at him.

“Stay outta trouble.”

“Yeah... right, I will grandpa.”

“Good.” Grandpa grumbles, giving him one last look before shuffling back to his taxidermy studio.

Sam pushes back in his chair, waking Nanook who looks up at him— clearly upset that he removed her pillow. “What did I tell you Nanook— Alien who stuffs chipmunks.” He sighs, returns his feet to under her head, and continues with his task.

Read the rest here <3

[pwblogarchive]

July 2003

July 3, 2003

12:30 pm

happy fourth of july, we're spending it alone

being in a band means missing out on all the good things you meant to not miss out on by not having a regular job which is why you wanted to be in a band in the first place.

July 6, 2003

3:17 am

the secret order of badboys

yeah you wish you were in it. we're in texas. i feel done for. i miss my friends. but i'm doing what i always wanted. the kids are so awesome. we set our sails against the wind. we don't need you. spent the day soaking my pen in spite- you'll read about it soon. oh yeah, i want to read the new harry potter book "order of the phoenix" unfortunately it is not available to me. if you are my best friend you could bring it to me on july 17 or anytime before. i will trade you lots of worthless stuff like FOB merch and my love. peteccentric

spend most of my time trying to write hits- with the constant weight of worry that they'll all miss.

Current Music: bright eyes "fever and mirrors"

July 12, 2003

12:38 pm

need you like i need water in my lungs

we are in california again. finally i can breathe. slowing my heartbeat trying to remember every show, every face. tonight rootbeer and 80's movies. don't you wish you were me.

i hope you don't.

July 12, 2003

12:40 pm

need you like i need water in my lungs.

california. i can breathe again. i'd like to explain it all but it won't make any sense. root beer. 80's movies. tonight. stars are different in the desert. don't you wish you were me?

cause even i don't.

July 17, 2003

2:27 pm

status report:

drank iced hot chocolate in the hustler store with this girl. she told me i smelled like baby sweat. swoon. played shows in the desert. it was hot. met julie from the real world new orleans. she's pretty rad. kind of cliche. word. see you tonight chicago.

July 22, 2003

12:25 pm

"why do you come here when you know it makes it hard for me"

okay so the livejournal is out of control again. someone is writing as me and asking how i know anonymous people. pretty radical. i am in town but i am gonna sleep and watch movies and waste it on some stupid drama. we leave again next week. if you see me, remind me to smile cause it's not that bad.

July 25, 2003

“Snitches And Talkers Get Stitches And Walkers”

ordered a bunch of new merch today. its gonna be bad ass. sitting around writing made me come to many realizations: life with busey is one of the funniest shows around. the new american nightmare is gonna smoke whatever music you write. every girl i have ever dated but one has cheated on me. my dad and me had dinner tonight and talked about my band. my family is the greatest. i’ll talk to you guys soon,

love peter

July 27, 2003

5:09 pm

i'll hold this pen over your head

grocery shopping today:

count chocula

cocoa puffs

donuts

hotpockets

ibc rootbeer

i win. it made me think about how someday i am gonna be living with a girl and stuff. i think it will maybe be rad. if anyone wants to practice with me so i will be ready when the time comes let me know. no sex or kissing but lots of arguments and hangout.

July 30, 2003

12:01 am

“You Should Try Saying No Once In Awhile”

the show tonight with Gob was amazing. its crazy how much kids know the words. i am doing what i love. thank you. i am truly completely happy with that part of my life and completely unhappy with the rest of my life.

Dear, don’t bother try to make it cute or charming cause you’re not. It’s last call- finish your drink so you don’t feel a thing. “don’t worry, I’m in a better place” or whatever I have to say so you’ll let me in. I got one foot in the door and the other in your bed. “with friends like you who needs friends”. Your sheets have the scent of how convenient it is to have me three thousand miles away.

July 30, 2003

2:46 am

staying alive is as good as it gets.

if you want to know then ask me otherwise keep your mouth shut. stalk me you couldn't pick a better subject. i like this girl from california alot. me and her are gonna have 10,000 babies. do you want to find a cure and save the world or just fall in love and fuck?

you should try saying no once in awhile.

July 31, 2003

3:07 am

“I’m Wreckless. This Love Is Mayhem.”

woo. last night in toledo was pretty amazing. its such a shock that kids actually believe in the words we wrote and sing them back. it means so much. Stuhby came out and sang Saturday with us. do you want to take me to Bend It Like Beckham? it’s easy all you have to do is ask. i promise i’ll go. good times had some kids come up and talk to me about soccer at the past couple of shows. pretty much soccer is one of the best things in the world. tommorrow i’m gonna get to see some friends bands, pretty excited about that. to get to just sit in the crowd and relax. for what it’s worth it makes me happy to know you are out there breathing and laughing even if i am not on your mind.

July 31, 2003

6:04 pm

“for the record you did hurt my feelings.”

you shut off the light and i am a moth in the dark begging for more.

as much as i wish you would just drop dead- a part of me is happy you are still breathing and laughing even if i am not on your mind.

[briamichellewrites]

76

2016. Phoenix had another overdose after using heroin. He was saved by Narcan before being taken to the hospital. This time, he wasn’t arrested. They treated his overdose before discharging him. The hospital knew they were a revolving door for drug addicts. Sometimes they didn’t know what drugs they had taken because the patient didn’t tell them for fear of getting arrested. All they could do was treat their symptoms. The band knew he was using drugs.

They felt helpless as they watched him slowly kill himself. He hadn’t seen his girls in over a year. They waited for him to call but he never did. He was losing weight and his arm had signs of needle marks. Before they started recording their new album, he decided to walk away from the band. Brad threatened to fire him because of his poor attitude.

“Fire me. I don’t care.”

He grabbed his guitar before walking out. Mike checked on him later. He was adamant he wasn’t coming back. Brad could go fuck himself. He was getting nowhere with him, so he left. The five of them came together and talked about the situation. They had to hire another bassist, who could sing and write songs. They also put out a statement saying Phoenix was no longer a part of the band.

He wanted to pursue other opportunities. Those opportunities were related to drugs. He was so far into his addiction, that they couldn’t pull him out. It broke their hearts because he was no longer the guy they had spent over ten years with. The guy they knew was empathetic and always making people laugh. He put everyone before himself. That guy was still somewhere inside him. At almost forty years old, he was playing with fire. Someday, the burn would kill him.

Bria was in another car accident. She had been driving home from hanging out with Chester when she was T-boned. She had a bruised rib cage, a broken neck, a broken leg, and a broken pelvis. Firefighters rushed to get her out because the car was at risk of catching fire. She was unable to move due to being trapped inside. They used machinery to rescue her, just as the car caught fire.

She had first-degree burns. At the hospital emergency room, they examined her injuries before treating them. She had x-rays to determine what bones were broken. They put her neck into a brace before putting her into the ambulance. The x-ray showed the extent of the damage. It could have been a lot worse if she hadn’t been wearing her seatbelt. She was in massive amounts of pain, so they gave her painkillers to help her.

Joe was at home with his wife, Heidi, and daughter, Lola. They were watching TV together while Lola played in front of them. With the stress of Phoenix, he was grateful to be home with his little family. Lola was beautiful. She was a mixture of him and Heidi, who was a model with Chinese heritage. They were friends before they started dating. He knew he would marry her when he met her.

She was incredibly beautiful and she could match his dry sense of humor. The band also loved her. Now, they were watching a news report about an accident on the San Diego Freeway. The victim was identified as twenty-year-old social media influencer, Bria Michelle. She was taken to Cedar Sinai Hospital in critical condition. It took him a minute to process the news. Bria Michelle? Did he know anyone with that name? It suddenly clicked for him.

Oh my god! He got his phone while Heidi asked him what was wrong. His friend, Bria was in an accident. Before she could ask more questions, he called Mike on speaker phone.

“Yeah, I just saw it on the news. All they said was that she was at Cedar Sinai Hospital in critical condition after being in a car accident.”

“Okay. I’ll go see her. Should I meet you there?”

“Yeah, I’m on my way.”

After hanging up, he turned to look at his wife. He gathered his thoughts before telling her what happened. His close friend, Bria was in a car accident and was in the hospital. Was that her on the news? Yes. He asked for permission to go to the hospital. Yes, she wanted him to go. He kissed her cheek and then thanked her. I’ll let you know when I have more information. Lola said bye-bye to him. He told her that Daddy would be home later.

When they got to the hospital, they learned about Bria’s injuries from the trauma doctor. It was likely she would be paralyzed because of spinal cord damage. They were monitoring her for Traumatic Brain Injury. Her burns were minimal. They were the equivalent of a sunburn. What about her broken neck? She had a minor compression fracture, which required a brace for six to eight weeks.

He showed them on a graph which bones were broken and what they meant. Paralyzed. Traumatic Brain Injury. Mike felt he was going through déjà vu. It was the same thing that happened before. Why? Why was it happening again?

Could they see her? Yes, though he warned them that it would be difficult seeing her with all of her injuries. It was. She was in a neck brace, and a leg cast and was on pain medication. So, she was a little out of it. Her speech was slow and hard to understand. It was as if her brain and mouth were having trouble communicating with each other.

“Where Che…ter?

“Chester? I don’t know. Was he with you”, Joe asked.

“We hang out. Go home. Crash… me.”

“We will find out where he is for you, ok?”

“Okay… you.”

Chester had just gotten home when Joe called him. He had no idea about the accident, but he was on his way to the hospital. Mike was in the middle of telling her about Phoenix when he stepped back into the room. She had a look of sadness on her face. He was a drug addict? Yes. She thought something was going on because he was not acting like himself.

Did he talk to her? They were hanging out and they got into an argument. She couldn’t remember if she went to his place or if he came over to hers. It didn’t matter. What was the argument about? She couldn’t remember. He asked her what he had that she didn’t. She stated that he had his father. He apologized. That was the last time she talked to him. Until she brought her new kitten to visit them. She wanted him to get better. So did they.

Chester came over to her bedside after being shown which room she was in. She was so relieved to see him. He wanted to hug her, but he didn’t want to hurt her. Instead, he took her hand after sitting down. She couldn’t move her neck but she could still see him. Chester. He joked about letting her have another Mountain Dew. Fuck you, … hole. They laughed.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon @fiickle-nia

[breedaboyd]

Day 4 ~ Behind Closed Doors

(Gif by me.)

Prompt: Rimming.

Pairing: Miracle Guy/Ryan Reiner × Nick Reiner (M!OC).

Word Count: 3.4k+

CW: Anal sex, domestic bliss, rimming.

In the realm of heroes and villains, Miracle Guy reigns as a charismatic force, his presence commanding attention and respect. Tall and confident, his powerful frame radiates a natural authority that draws others to him. He's a linchpin in their team. In the field, he stands unyielding against the tide of chaos. His confidence isn't a mere facade; it's an extension of his unwavering resolve to protect the city he calls home.

But beyond the headlines and the public gaze, Miracle Guy is Ryan Reiner; a man of many roles, each equally important. He walks through his front door with the same air of purpose, though his steps soften as he crosses the threshold. Here, he's not just a hero; he's a father, a husband. With Alex, his son, Ryan's charisma transforms into a patient and nurturing presence. He guides Alex in understanding and controlling his emerging powers, always with a smile and words of encouragement.

And then, as evening descends, Alex is put to bed and the world quiets, Ryan's role shifts again. The bedroom becomes a haven where titles fade away and his charismatic exterior gives way to vulnerability. Here, he becomes wholly submissive to Phoenix, his husband and best friend. In those moments, Ryan's world narrows to the confines of the bedroom, the rest of his life fading into the background. His persona, his powers, his responsibilities; they all melt away, leaving behind the core of who he is: a man deeply in love, hungry for the affection that only Nick can provide.

The soft glow of evening casts a warm embrace over the Reiner household as Ryan steps through the front door, his shoulders relaxing as he leaves the weight of his heroic identity behind. His day had been filled with the usual heroics; confronting a colossal space alien that threatened the city's skyline. But now, as he crosses the threshold, he finds solace in the familiarity of home.

The aroma of a home-cooked meal greets him, and his heart swells with gratitude as he walks into the dining room. Nick stands by the table, a satisfied smile on his lips as he surveys the spread of food. Ryan's eyes light up at the sight of his husband, brushing a hand through his sandy-blonde hair as the other man looks up at him.

"Hey, honey." Ryan greets, his voice a warm caress.

"Hey, you." Nick replies, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he returns Ryan's smile. "Dinner's ready." Ryan sinks into a chair, the day's tension melting away as he looks around the table. The centrepiece of his universe sits next to him, his husband Nick, whose culinary skills rival even the most celebrated chefs. Well, in his biased opinion.

"How was school, champ?" Ryan turns his attention to their son, Alex, who is busy serving himself a generous portion of green bean casserole. Alex shrugs with the nonchalance typical of a middle schooler.

"Same old, same old. Y'know, the usual drama." He replies, throwing his dad a smile that lights up the room. Ryan chuckles, a fondness in his gaze.

"Well, if you ever need any help, you've got the best superhero on speed dial." He winks and Alex rolls his eyes, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

"Yeah, yeah, Dad."

The family settles into their meal, a comfortable silence enveloping them as they enjoy the food and each other's company. Eventually, the conversation shifts and Ryan turns his attention to Nick.

"How was your day?" He asks, forking some meatloaf into his mouth. Nick chuckles softly, his gaze meeting Ryan's.

"Oh, y'know, the usual; spent most of the day cooped up in my office, working on lesson plans for next week." Ryan reaches over to squeeze Nick's hand.

"You're amazing at what you do, hon." He says softly, glancing up at Nick with deep, ocean-blue eyes. Nick's cheeks colour slightly, a shy smile gracing his lips.

"You're not so bad yourself." A playful sparkle dances in Ryan's eyes as he takes a bite.

"Speaking of amazing things, the meatloaf is great. You've outdone yourself." He says softly and Nick's gaze softens, and a warmth blooms in his chest. Ryan leans in, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. "Y'know what else is incredible?" Nick arches an eyebrow, curiosity lighting his eyes. His husband's lips curl into a mischievous grin as he leans closer. "The man who cooked it." A flush creeps up Nick's neck, his bashful smile revealing his inability to resist the blonde's charms. He clears his throat, attempting to regain his composure.

"C'mon, hon. We're trying to have dinner." Nick mumbles as his husband leans over, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Alex scrunches his nose up in exaggerated disgust.

"Gross, guys." He whines as his two dads share a chaste kiss on the lips.

The gentle hum of the evening lingers in the air as Ryan and Nick stand by Alex's bed, tucking him in.

"G'night, champ." Ryan's voice is tender as he leans in to press a kiss to Alex's forehead. "Sleep tight." Alex nods sleepily, his eyes already drooping with exhaustion.

"Night, Dad. Love you." He yawns as Nick ruffles his hair affectionately.

"Sweet dreams, kiddo. Love you." Nick says as they retreat to the doorway.

"Love you too, dad." He sighs, turning over in bed and closing his eyes.

With a smile, Ryan and Nick leave Alex's room, their footsteps soft against the carpeted hallway. The air is charged with a subtle shift in energy as they step into their own bedroom. With the bedroom door closed behind them, a charged atmosphere fills the space between. Ryan's eyes fixate on Nick's with a primal intensity, a mixture of yearning and hunger that's been growing all day.

As the door clicks shut, Ryan's urgency takes hold. He rids himself of his uniform with a single-minded determination, his fingers flying over fasteners and zippers. The suit falls to the ground in a hushed rustle, leaving him standing in only his briefs. Ryan's closeness is magnetic, his body drawn in like gravity's pull. His voice is a pleading rasp as he whispers into Nick's ear, breath hot against his skin.

"I need you, honey. Been needing this all damn day." He groans, biting his lip as if just being near Nick is enough to have him thickening in his briefs. Nick's pulse races, desire spiralling out of control at Ryan's neediness. The anticipation that's been building since morning reaches a fever pitch as he turns to meet his husband's gaze, his fingertips tracing the contours of Ryan's chest. Ryan's lips find the crook of his husband's neck, leaving a trail of scorching kisses that set his nerves ablaze. The sensation is a heady rush, a promise unspoken but felt in every electrifying touch. His fingers dance down Nick's arms, a slow exploration that's both maddening and exquisite. "Can't fight it anymore." Ryan whispers, his voice thick with raw need.

He captures a kiss at the dip of Nick's shoulder, his mouth lingering in a greedy exploration. Nick's fingers curl into Ryan's hair, pulling him closer, his head tilting to grant better access. Ryan's hands move hungrily down Nick's sides, needing to feel beneath his preppy button-up, his touch branded with longing and possessiveness. His lips map a trail along Nick's collarbone. "God, I need you..." Nick's breath hitches as Ryan's words sweep over him like a wildfire, consuming his senses. The air in the room pulses with electricity as Nick's eyes lock onto Ryan's, a silent understanding passing between them.

With a wordless invitation, Nick's fingers find purchase in Ryan's short crop of sandy-blonde hair, his grip firm and commanding. He pulls the blonde's head back slightly, exposing the vulnerable line of his throat. Ryan's eyes flutter closed, a low sigh escaping his lips as he surrenders to Nick's touch. The sensation of his husband's fingers tangled in his hair sends shivers down his spine, his body responding to the heady mixture of dominance and intimacy that Nick radiates.

Nick guides them across the room, the distance to the bed feeling both infinite and too short. As they reach the edge of the bed, Ryan leans back against the bed and tilts his head back further, granting better access to his neck. His pulse thrums beneath the skin, a rhythm that echoes the beat of his racing pulse. The anticipation is a living thing, a need that pulses through him with each breath. Nick's fingers trail down Ryan's neck, his touch feather-light and teasing. A shudder courses through the blonde's body, his breath hitching as he revels in the sensation. The combination of Nick's grip in his hair and the delicate caress of his fingers is intoxicating, a symphony of pleasure that leaves him needing more. Ryan's voice is a husky plea.

"Nick, honey, please." He groans, his tone a mix of desire and urgency. The need that courses through him is palpable, a tangible ache that only Nick can sate. Nick's lips brush against the shell of Ryan's ear, his voice a seductive whisper.

"Tell me what you want, stud." He purrs, his words a sensual demand that hangs in the air. A whimper escapes Ryan's lips, his fingers curling into the sheets behind him. His control unravels as he lets go of his inhibitions, his desires spilling out in a torrent of longing.

"Want your touch, your hands all over me." He sighs, his voice raw and unfiltered. Nick's fingers trace a path down Ryan's chest, across the wealth of scars that litter his torso, his touch igniting a fire that burns beneath the skin.

"Where?" His voice is a low growl, eyes dark with hunger. Ryan's breath hitches as he shakes his head, swallowing audibly.

"Everywhere. Wanna feel you everywhere." The blonde whines and Nick is more than happy to oblige. With a swift movement, Nick's fingers find the waistband of Ryan's briefs, his touch deliberate as he inches them down, letting his husband's dick slide out and bob up against his stomach. The briefs hit the floor with a soft sound and Ryan's breath catches in his throat as the cool air meets his heated flesh.

Deceptively strong fingers curl around Ryan's wrist, his touch a gentle yet commanding pull. Without a word, he turns his husband around to face the bed. Ryan's heart races, his breath catching in his throat as he gazes at the expanse of the bed before him. His voice trembles with a mixture of eagerness and vulnerability as Nick slides a  steady hand down his back, easily bending him over. "Nick, please. I need you. Been thinking about this all day." He rambles, the words spilling forth as he eagerly awaits the next touch. The anticipation builds, every inch of his body aching for his husband's touch.

And then, finally, the touch comes — a brush of tongue against his rim — and a needy whimper escapes Ryan's lips. "God, N-Nick..." Nick's hands trail down to Ryan's thighs, his touch a soothing balm to the tension that lingers there as he eagerly laps at the blonde's hole. His voice is a soft, desperate melody as he babbles. "God, honey, your tongue..." His usually firm and commanding tone is replaced with a vulnerability that he offers willingly to the man who knows him better than anyone else.

As Nick's tongue traces over Ryan's hole, a twitch courses through the blonde's body, a shudder that betrays his eagerness. His husband's touch is careful and deliberate, his movements calculated to elicit the responses he craves. He knows just where to lick, where to kiss, to make Ryan whine and gasp, to coax those sweet sounds from his lips. Ryan's breath hitches as Nick's tongue travels lower, teasing the tender flesh of his perineum before dipping even further. His hips cant forward, a small jerk that's a testament to the maddening anticipation that's building within him. Nick's ability to read him, to know exactly how to tease out those reactions, is intoxicating. Nick's tongue brushes against the sensitive skin just behind Ryan's balls and a strangled gasp escapes the blonde's lips. The sound sends a jolt of satisfaction through Nick, his own arousal mirrored in the growing tension in the air. Ryan's voice fills the room, his gasps and moans a symphony of pleasure and need. He's uninhibited in his vulnerability, letting the raw sensations wash over him as Nick's tongue works its magic.

As the tension in Ryan's body melts away, urgency takes hold, a desire that burns hotter with every touch. His voice is a soft, breathy confession, desperation evident in every syllable. "Nick, I need you...inside me. Please." A soft, breathless chuckle escapes the other man's lips, a sound rich with affection as he pulls away from Ryan's eager body. His fingers trail lightly along the back of the blonde's thigh, a gentle caress that leaves a trail of sparks in its wake. Ryan's cheeks flush a rosy hue, his neediness laid bare. He turns and gazes at Nick with ocean-blue eyes that glitter, a mixture of vulnerability and want in their depths. Nick's laughter dances through the air, a playful melody that punctuates the charged atmosphere. He cups Ryan's cheek, his thumb brushing over the soft skin in a gesture that's equal parts affection and reassurance.

"You're something else." He murmurs, his voice a warm caress. Ryan's lips curve into an almost sheepish smile, a mixture of embarrassment and adoration in his gaze.

"Can't help it." He admits with a kind of bashful shrug. "You do things to me." Nick's soft chuckle is a balm to Ryan's self-consciousness. With a gentle hand on the centre of the blonde's chest, Nick guides him back toward the bed.

"Lie down for me." He whispers, a low, velvet command. A shiver courses down Ryan's spine as he obeys, lying back on the bed with a graceful fluidity. He lifts himself back onto the bed, propping his feet up on the edge of the mattress and letting his thighs fall open. He's gorgeous. Nick's gaze is hungry as it roams over Ryan's exposed body, the invitation in his posture clear as day. He takes a step forward, his fingers trailing along the inside of the blonde's thigh with a feather-light touch. The sensation has Ryan's breath hitching, his body responding to every movement and touch.

"Please, Nick..." He whispers again, the word a mantra that hangs between them. Nick's smile is both tender and wicked as he leans in, his lips a breath away from Ryan's ear.

"Patience." He murmurs, his voice a caress that sends a shiver down Ryan's spine. But patience is a virtue that's in short supply as desire courses through the blonde's veins. His body arches subtly, his hips canting upward in an unmistakable invitation. His voice is a sultry purr, a heady mixture of need and longing.

"I don't want to wait." He whines, his gaze locked onto Nick's. Nick's laughter is a low, rumbling sound, a testament to the pull Ryan has on him. With a slow, deliberate movement, he closes the distance between them, his fingers tracing a path up his husband's strong thigh. The sensation has Ryan's breath catching in his throat, his body responsive to Nick's every touch. Their connection is palpable as Nick leans in, his lips a whisper away.

"You're lucky I'm so tired tonight." He murmurs, his voice a promise of pleasure yet to come. "Otherwise I'd turn your needy ass black and blue." The sound of Nick's voice sends a shiver down Ryan's spine, his body arching slightly as he offers himself fully to Nick's ministrations.

"Thank you..." He whimpers, gratitude and desire mingling in his voice. He watches as Nick pulls away, unbuckles his pants and pulls out his cock. He's big and, every time Ryan sees it, he bites his lip in a silent thanks to whoever blessed his husband. Nick reaches for the lube, slicks himself up and he's ready. With a deliberate movement, he pins Ryan's thighs to the bed, fingers gripping the blonde's perfect skin with a possessive strength. The pressure has Ryan's breath hitching, his hips canting upward in a silent plea.

With a slow roll of his hips, Nick fills his husband's body, watching the way his cock presses against the taut flesh of his abdomen. Ryan's cries of pleasure fill the room, his voice a chorus of thanks and adoration. Each press of Nick's body against his, each buck of Nick's hips, sends shockwaves of pleasure through him, leaving him gasping and trembling. Ryan's fingers grip the sheets beneath him, his knuckles turning white as the pleasure courses through him. "Nick, oh God, yeah..." He cries out, the words a fervent prayer of gratitude.

Nick leans down and his lips find Ryan's neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin with a mix of possessiveness and affection. His movements become more urgent, a frantic pace that has Ryan breathless, eyes rolling back as he throws his arms around Nick's shoulders, legs wrapping around his hips and locking at the ankles. Ryan's chest rises and falls rapidly, his breaths coming in short gasps as his blonde hair clings to his forehead, slick with sweat. His eyes are half-lidded, pupils blown wide with need. Every touch, every brush of skin, pushes him closer, the tension coiling tightly within him. Nick's own body is drenched in sweat, his breath ragged as he matches Ryan's pace. He can see the raw desire etched into the blonde's features, the vulnerability and submission that he wears so willingly. As they move together, a symphony of pleasure and need, Nick's voice is a raspy murmur.

"You look so good like this, baby. Fuck... I love you." He pants out. Ryan's head tilts back, a guttural moan escaping his lips as his body trembles on the edge. The sensation of Nick's words, of his touch, is a heady rush that courses through him. His submission to Nick is one of the strongest aphrodisiacs there is, heightening every sensation, every touch, until he's teetering on the edge. Nick's fingers tighten their grip, his control slipping as his own body grows more urgent. The pace doubles, their movements becoming more frenzied as they chase the climax that hovers just out of reach. Ryan's voice is a desperate whine, his back arching off the bed.

"I-I'm so close, honey. I'm..." He gasps, his words a prayer that spills forth in a rush of need. Nick matches the blonde's urgency, his movements becoming more desperate, more wild, as they reach the brink together. His voice is a fierce whisper.

"Cum for me, Ryan." With a final, powerful thrust, Ryan's body trembles and tenses, pleasure washing over him in a tidal wave. Cum shoots across his chest in thick, white ropes, some decorating the sheets as he shudders and moans. His eyes roll back, his jaw dropping in a silent cry as he cums hard around his husband's huge cock. Nick follows close behind, his own release crashing over him in a wave of bliss that leaves him breathless. He stills as he pumps his load deep inside Ryan's body, pressing soft kisses to the blonde's damp forehead as their chests heave in unison...

As the first rays of morning sunlight filter through the curtains, Ryan stirs from his sleep, a pleasant ache settling in his muscles. He shifts, tucking himself against his husband's side, seeking the comfort of Nick's warm embrace. An arm wraps around Ryan instinctively, drawing him close. Ryan's head rests against on Nick's chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a soothing lullaby.

Their lips meet in a languid kiss, a tender press of mouths that speaks volumes. It's a soft exploration, a slow dance of familiarity and desire. Nick's fingers trace a gentle path along the gentle curve of Ryan's spine, a touch that's both reassuring and affectionate. As the kiss deepens, their bodies shift against the sheets, a reminder of the need that simmers just beneath the surface. The blonde's fingers tangle in Nick's hair, gently tousling it.

Reluctantly, they break the kiss, their lips lingering for a moment before parting. Ryan's fingers trail down Nick's chest, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. He rests his head against Nick's shoulder, the rise and fall of his husband's chest soothing against his cheek. But the world outside their haven of intimacy beckons and their alarms sound their call to start the day.

[evievigilant]

Well I finished Professor Layton vs. Phoenix Wright! That was a hell of a ride. I hope my posting about it wasn’t Too Much heh. 

Final thoughts below (mostly just for me to sort them out but hey) (also I spoil the first 3 Layton games too I’m sorry):

The mystery as a whole kinda disappointed me? And I feel bad for saying that since the world-building and lore was so heavy, but I think that was to its detriment at times. It was all SO much in order to make anything make sense. I really really loved the first half of this game, since it felt like we could reasonably solve the mystery within the world around us and play within the established rules of this particular world (i.e., one where magic and witches do exist). The information we got felt like it was gradually building to something, and I was excited to see what would happen and see if I could figure it out. With the latter half, all the intrigue was kind of stripped from the first half. Kira’s not dead, Layton wasn’t turned into gold, Maya’s fine, and in fact, except for Belduke (and well, the town ages ago), no one died at all. The main mystery requires that everything you experienced was false, but in a way that made it seem like all those events had no weight to them in the end. And in doing so, the reality of the situation is less interesting and far more convoluted than what was presented to you in the first half.

Now you may be saying, “You fool, Layton games often end with the deconstruction of the supposedly supernatural setting they’re in! And Ace Attorney exists within the normal realms of society for the most part (minus spirit channeling but ya know),” and yeah sure, you’re absolutely right about that. But the thing is, sometimes the twist in Layton games is done well (Curious Village, Unwound Future) and sometimes it’s not (....Diabolical Box (I’m sorry! I don’t like the twist in this one, even if the rest of the game is enjoyable)). The reason I like the twists in the Curious Village and the Unwound Future is because while both times you do prove the town is fake, everything still builds to something else that is real. Flora was still in the tower and the mystery had to be solved for her, and Clive set the trap in motion for a reason. The falsity of those locations builds to a more interesting purpose in the end. It replaces your initial understanding of the circumstances with another more interesting circumstance (e.g. “Oh we need to find the Golden Apple” to “Oh shit, robots” and “Oh no we’ve traveled to the future” to the very real threat of “Oh no this guy kidnapped a bunch of scientists and this OTHER guy is using him as a pawn to enact his revenge”). The latter half is more interesting than the first half. With the Diabolical Box, the time spent in Folsense felt a little more wasted because it was all a hallucination (one that occurred on VERY loose grounds in my opinion) and to me, a hallucination that even the main culprit is unaware of is less interesting than a mystery town with a vampire. In Professor Layton vs Phoenix Wright, I don’t know if I can say that the MASSIVE effort to keep up the illusion of this town served to tell a more interesting story than one where witches and magic do exist, especially since the reasoning behind creating the town was.....a lot, to say the least. The real reason for the town existing isn’t NOTHING but I don’t know if I 100% like it. 

I kinda figured magic existing in this world would be fine since this game doesn’t seem the most canon. And I’d honestly prefer it, since it could have led to a more cohesive story, but oh well.

In all honesty, the ending was just so much to take in, and half the revelations weren’t anything we could have predicted without the people responsible just ADMITTING it through a ton of exposition. Like not only was Labyrinthia a research facility, but it was set up for Espella so she wouldn’t have to deal with her trauma, and also Darklaw is Espella’s childhood friend Eve, and also the town has been hypnotized to not see the pure black machinery that is responsible for the “magic” in town, and also the Shades are witches and victims that are alive and well, and also Shades can mess with people’s memories with silver by making people unconscious because everyone has a condition that makes them do that because of the water, and also pamphlets at the parades were used to hypnotize them more, and also Eve was rewriting the story, and also Espella rang the bell (except no she didn’t, Eve did), and also The Storyteller has an incurable disease, except no there’s a wonder drug for it now, it’s fine. And perhaps if this were all revealed gradually throughout the game it would be fine, but this was all basically revealed in the last trial. And as a result, it’s hard to feel like you have a decent grasp of everything.

The game reaaalllyyy wanted me to be sympathetic towards the Storyteller and well....I am not. Also Eve Belduke did nothing wrong (she did a few things wrong but I sympathize with her because wow. WOW). 

Barnham was done so dirty, oh my goodness. I had to think about how I felt about certain parts of the game more than others, but one thing I knew IMMEDIATELY when finishing was that this guy had so much potential and it was squandered. He started to become really interesting after Maya’s trial (especially since he felt guilty over her situation and started to question his role as an Inquisitor a bit, what with his talk about his duty in protecting the town) and we even saw him spy on Darklaw and the Shades. And then they just....sent him to the dungeon. And he wasn’t seen til the ending cutscene. They could have done SO much more with him. I thought for the longest time, “No way are they going to build up his character like that and then throw him away. He’ll probably come back somehow.” Like I thought he and Greyerl were gonna plan an escape heist haha. Turns out I’m the fool here. I wish he had more connection to the main mystery. Perhaps his character arc could have been made more satisfying then.

Honestly pleasantly surprised with how much Layton + Luke and Phoenix + Maya worked together as a group. I didn’t know how that would work out but I liked their dynamics.

I enjoyed how trials and investigations were balanced, and how elements from both Ace Attorney and Professor Layton were incorporated. The puzzles were very fun in this game!!

It was really cool seeing elements from this game that were later carried over to others. For instance, having multiple witnesses and pursuing them based on their reactions to other pieces of testimony was something I didn’t know originated with this game. Always thought it was only a Great Ace Attorney thing. Cool to find out otherwise!

The middle of this game (basically after Greyerl’s trial) was pretty dark! I’m surprised they went in that direction with what I first thought would be a wholly delightful crossover featuring Gentleman Puzzle Man. But it was a welcome surprise because I was heavily invested, especially since some really heavy stakes were established (until they weren’t lol). I made the very Wrong deduction that in order to get Layton and Maya back, we’d have to convince the Storyteller to rewrite the story to bring them back somehow, or rely on time travel bullshit. And well. It does not happen like that.

This game’s music is outstanding. I don’t know if it’s my favorite but it’s definitely up there (tbh though, it’s a difficult mountain to climb to get anywhere near TGAA2′s soundtrack). The pursuit theme is one of my favorites now, too. One of my favorite parts of playing AA games is first hearing what the pursuit themes sound like, and when I first heard this one I was SO impressed. 

Overall I liked this game, even though there were definite problems towards the end. The ending severely tanked its standing in my ranking of AA games unfortunately (I’m sorry :( I value good endings) but I still enjoyed playing it.

[crinkled-emotions]

No. 10 please and thank you ❤

10. "We can take a break if you feel unwell. How does that sound?"

I altered it a little bit and it’s not super sickfic-y either, but it’s still there!

This weekend has been a little (lot) hectic lmao. If I haven’t responded to a DM I’m 100% not just avoiding you I’ve been driving a lot the past 48 hours and before that I was acting senior banker at work and it was chaos. So not the vibe.

It’s short but, y’know, that’s generally the vibe with these.

Anyway! On to the fic where Rooster and Hangman are idiots and Maverick and Bob use their common sense.

"Guys, this seems like a really bad idea. We just had, like, a lot of pizza. And ice cream. And pizza. Did I mention pizza?”

“Chill out, Daderick, it’s a roller coaster. We’ve all flown planes on full stomachs and never had issues.”

Hangman dismissed Maverick’s concerns, tossing the stick from his cotton candy into a bin. Bob passed over the last bits of his to Phoenix and she finished it, nudging his side.

Somehow the team had ended up at the local fair, Cyclone under the belief they were doing drills in the simulation suite but Maverick had broken them out to do some team bonding. He was pretty certain he’d get a phone call to be yelled at any minute now. They’d all eaten their weight in fatty fair food and no one was regretting it until Hangman pointed out a rollercoaster and dared everyone to ride it. As per usual with those two, the second Hangman said the dare Rooster was game, Phoenix called him an idiot, Payback was down, then because Payback was going on it Fanboy was hesitant, and then Bob had quietly requested to stay on the ground but no one really picked on him for it. Coyote watched the whole thing go down then went and bought tickets for the team, calling it Dagger Solidarity (tm). Essentially, the first one to puke was going to be relentlessly teased forever.

Maverick had been a hard no on the rollercoaster, firmly leaving his feet on the ground. He claimed it was the first time he was happy to stay on the ground. The others were so surprised they respected his decision then passed over their hats, passes, phones and wallets for him to hold for them. While the others lined up Bob stuck to Maverick’s side. 

“This sounds like a really bad idea,” Phoenix whispered to Rooster in passing. Rooster waved her off.

“Bagman’s right, we all fly jets on a full stomach. What’s the worst that could possibly happen?”

She rolled her eyes.

Men.

-

“They’re all idiots. I swear to god, if someone throws up I’m going to make Jake do 300 push ups.”

“That seems like a bad idea after all the sugar, sir,” Bob replied. Maverick snorted, hand on Bob’s shoulder.

“Good call, kid. I’ll make him do 400 tomorrow.”

The two of them watched the others load on to the roller coaster. Hangman and Rooster sat together, followed by Phoenix and Coyote, then Fanboy and Payback. Bob waved at them as they all got buckled up, leaning over to Maverick.

“This is gonna be interesting. I feel like Rooster’s gonna get two seconds in and puke everywhere.”

“No way, Hangman’s gonna lose it the second the ride starts. Roo has a stomach of steel.”

Maverick and Bob exchanged a look, both bursting out laughing.

“Sir, all due respect, that’s a lie.”

“I think I said it just to convince myself.”

“Yeah, well, I think we all remember last week.”

-

The second the ride was over Hangman frantically shoved at the bar across his and Rooster’s hips, trying to get off the ride as soon as he could. The attendant released them and Rooster leaned over the railing, grimacing as he tried to stop himself from getting sick. Hangman stifled a gag himself, one hand on Rooster’s back.

“C’mon man, we gotta go find Mav.”

“I literally cannot move. The world is spinning.”

“We can stop if you’re gonna hurl again. Okay?”

“Oh god, just leave me here to die.”

“That’s dramatic. C’mon.”

Payback hooked one of Rooster’s arms over his shoulders, Fanboy behind and ready to catch at any point. Hangman burped, low in his throat, then his eyes widened as he covered his mouth.

“He’s gonna blow,” Coyote said, reaching for Jake’s shoulder to hold him steady. Together they all managed to make their way down to the ground, stopping when Rooster and Hangman looked ready to blow chunks (but never did). By the time they got back to Maverick and Bob, Phoenix had managed to get some colour back to her own face and Fanboy didn’t look so dizzy. Rooster was pretty much back to normal by the time Maverick opened his mouth to give him shit, but Hangman beelined for the nearest bin. Everyone grimaced.

“I hate to say it,” Phoenix said as she went over to rub his back, “but I think that’s karma.”

“Wow, rude,” Hangman replied.

His head was still in the bin and he was swallowing like his life depended on it. Maverick took one look at his team and blinked.

“Hey, Jake? You good?”

He got the thumbs up in response.

Phoenix gave the thumbs down and mimed throwing up. Payback winced, looking a little unwell himself.

“Oh man, maybe it was the pizza.”

[goosewithtwoos]

HOME MOVIES

Pairing: Bob x Reader

Summary: Swoon pt 2 🫡

You hadn’t had any more alone time with Bob since your last encounter.

It wasn’t like you were avoiding each other, it was simply due to unfortunate scheduling and the fear of being caught.

Sure, you had talked a lot more than before, but it was typically in group settings. You learned a lot more about him and all his hobbies outside of being a RIO.

Phoenix hadn’t mentioned your slip up of swapped name badge but she did shoot you knowing glances whenever Bob entered the room.

You needed alone time with him. You needed to tell him exactly how you felt and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been missing his touch.

When you heard the team had plans to go to the Hard Deck, you knew you had your chance to strike.

You dug out the only set of lingerie you had brought and changed from your not-so-sexy Navy issued bra and panties. You put your uniform over and checked the time.

It was already 16:57 and people would be leaving around 17:00. You crossed your fingers that Bob would notice your car still parked in the lot.

You stayed in your room, quickly reorganizing the shelves and making sure your dirty laundry was packed away in the closet. You sprayed your sheets a few times with Febreze for good measure.

You pulled out your phone again and saw it was already 17:04. Maybe Bob had gone with Phoenix and didn’t even notice your absence.

A part of you was sad but the other part laughed. How presumptuous were you? Bob didn’t seem like a hit it and quit it kind of guy but with the amount of times you’d been moved around, getting deployed and then transferred the second you got back, it was probably better not to get to close.

Still, you wished that you were brave enough to actually talk to him. Even after everything, it seemed like you were getting more flustered around him. You would blush at the drop of a hat and had to leave the room a few times when he smiled at you.

You sighed, grabbing your keys and heading towards the door. Perhaps if you saw him at the bar, a bit of liquid courage would go a long way and you’d be able to talk to him again. Or, if you were lucky, you’d brush the back of your hand across his.

Your face burned in shame at the thought of how much the small amount of contact sent heat through your body.

There was just something about him-

Him.

Who was standing in front of your door.

Your eyes widened in shock and you took a step back, stopping yourself from walking straight into his chest.

He wasn’t wearing his uniform, he had opted for a pair of blue jeans and a loose fitting white t-shirt. His shirt was tucked in and you noticed a black belt that did an excellent job of snatching his waist.

Christ, you were whipped.

“Sorry, I just noticed your car was still in the lot.” You melted. “And I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m okay.” You said, trying to not act like an excited school girl.

He smiled lop sided and part of his hair swept across his eyes. He had taken a shower earlier, you could smell the soap, and the lack of gel in his hair made it look so soft. You stopped yourself from reaching up and running your fingers through it.

“Are you coming with us?” He looked like a hopefully puppy, bouncing slightly on his toes as he waited your answer.

You clasped your hands together in front of you, trying to not look too sheepish.

“I thought about staying back this time around.” You bit your lip, looking up at him through you lashes. Hopefully you wouldn’t have to spell it out.

You didn’t.

He straightened his back, breath hitching ever so slightly as he began to shift his weight side to side.

“Oh yeah?”

You nodded, taking another step back into your room. He stepped inside, quickly closing the door behind him.

It was a slight stand off before he took two strides forward, capturing you into a heated kiss. His lips against yours felt so right. You fit together like pieces of a puzzle and you never wanted to let him go.

You twisted your hands in his hair. You were right, it was soft. He pressed himself against you as he deepened the kiss. You were pleasantly surprised by how much initiative he was taking here.

One hand slipped down to the small of your back and you suddenly had flashbacks to the first time. Somehow this felt even more special. You pulled back for a brief moment, locking eyes before pressing yourself against him again.

Everything felt heightened. His simple touch was enough to send heat through your body. His fingers danced across you - moving from your back to your shoulders before resting right above your chest.

“Can - can I?” He asked, pulling gently at your lapels.

You nodded frantically, too excited for him to see your surprise to make words come out.

He stripped you of your jacket before making quick work of your tan undershirt.

His eyes widened and you would swear his brain short circuited. He gasped, mouth opening ever so slightly as he took in your lingerie. It wasn’t anything too fancy but he still looked like it was the greatest thing he’d ever seen.

“Do…do you wear this often?” His voice came out almost a whisper when he asked.

You laughed lightly. He was too adorable. “Only special occasions.”

He tore his eyes away from your chest, searching your face. “I’m a special occasion?”

Of course, even after everything he was still self conscious.

No one knew what had happened between the two of you, which was both good and bad. Good because Rooster and Hangman would tease you and him relentlessly and bad because Bob was still getting teased regardless.

A few days ago, Bob had gotten his clothes stolen while he was in the shower and had to tell the group a dirty secret in order to get them back.

His secret? He used to have a crush on Marilyn Monroe. It wasn’t dirty and Hondo forced the boys to give him back his clothes before it could go on any longer.

“Of course you’re special.” Your hand pressed to the side of his cheek, feeling the warmth blossom beneath.

You pressed a quick kiss to his lips before pulling back, slowly undoing your pants.

You purposefully went slow, trying to drag out the experience. He stood, hands clenched at his sides so he didn’t rip your pants off you himself.

Once they were on the floor and you were stood almost completely exposed, you raised your gaze to his.

Bob was trying his best to keep sane. He was sure he’d died and was seeing an angel. He wanted nothing more than to fall to his knees and worship you the way you deserved.

“God, you’re so gorgeous.” He muttered, eyes raking across your body. He was trying to see every little detail of you and commit them to memory.

He reached out, grabbing your hips and pulling you close against him. He pressed his lips against you fervently, running his hands across the expanse of your skin.

His hands were warm and yet they still left goosebumps in their wake.

“Bob,” you whined against him. “I want to see you.”

Now it was his turn to whine.

You reached down, undoing his belt and throwing it across the floor. His jeans followed quickly after as he tore his shirt over his head. His glasses came off too and, much to your surprise, he left them off.

The thought of taking a picture was so appealing and yet you knew that no photo could come close to encapsulating the beauty that was in front of you. Perhaps it could capture half - three fourths if you were lucky - but the whole image was forever in your mind only.

You dropped to your knees before you could even think. He was already half hard in his boxers and you wanted nothing more than to get your mouth on him.

His hand found it’s way to your hair, gently pushing back some of the loose strands so they didn’t get into your face. It was so domestic, so pure. You reached out with your tongue, licking through the fabric.

It was no longer domestic.

He bucked his hips forward and used the hand on your head to push you into him. You kept licking through his boxers, playfully teasing the elastic band with your hands.

“Please - ngh- please just do something.” How could anyone deny him when he asked like that?

You pulled down his briefs quickly, pulling back to look at him wholly. He was fully hard at this point, leaking pre-cum. The viens on the side stood out even more than you remembered.

You pressed a kiss to the top before dipping down to lick from the underside back to the head. He groaned, fisting your hair back into a makeshift ponytail.

“O-oh fuck.” His hips rolled forward, thrusting deeper and hitting the back of your throat. He felt so warm on your tongue, you were sure you could stay like that for hours.

You swallowed around him. Bits of pre-cum dripped down your throat, making you moan. You hallowed your cheeks and picked up the pace.

His hips began moving on their own and you couldn’t complain. You looked up at him through your lashes, moaning at the sight.

Bob looked utterly fucked out. His hair was falling wildly over his eyes which were squeezed shut. His mouth was opened slightly and small whines kept escaping him. Both his hands had found their way to your head, one still holding back your hair and the other pressing you down onto him.

When you moaned around him again, he let out an almost embarrassingly loud cry before biting down on his bottom lip.

You allowed him to use your throat, chasing his high.

“I..I want to..” His head fell back, trying to make out words. “Can I cum in your mouth?”

You hummed in response, taking him deeper down your throat. He was leaking at this point and you knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“So good…so good…Oh my God, I’m gonna come.” He was babbling at this point, hips snapping in rapid succession.

He came down your throat with a choked back sob. You swallowed, trying to breath through your nose, not letting anything spill out. He let your hair go, slumping back against the door.

“Thank you, thank you.” He whispered, trying to catch his breath. He ran his hand through his hair, pushing back stray strands.

As you went to stand, you found he was offering you a hand. He pulled you up and into a deep kiss. You knew he could taste himself on your tongue but he kept going deeper. It was like he was trying to devour you.

And you were more than willing to let him.

You pulled back, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him towards the bed. You spun him so that the back of his knees hit the bed before pushing him down.

He quickly scrambled to a more comfortable position and you saw his cock slowly start hardening again. Now he was at the head of the bed, laying on his back and waiting for you to do something.

“Let’s see if that tongue is as good as I remember.” You said, slowly removing your panties. They were soaked through at this point and you knew that you probably needed to get a new pair.

Your bra soon followed your panties on the floor and you blushed at the way Bob was looking at you. You got on the bed, and running your fingertips across his abs.

“You have five minutes, Lieutenant.”

Bobs eyes rolled back as you straddled his waist. You teasingly ran yourself up and down his chest a few times, enjoying the sensation against your clit.

He propped himself up on his elbows, watching your hips move before deciding he was done waiting.

In a swift motion, he grabbed your hips and roughly pulled you forward. You had to place your hands on the wall to keep from falling over as his breath ghosted over your core.

You were dripping and he wanted to make sure nothing went to waste.

His tongue raked over your thighs, picking up anything that would otherwise be left out. Once he was finally satisfied, he blew gently against you clit, making you nearly double over and cry out.

“You’re so reactive.” He noted and it shouldn’t have sounded as hot as it did. “What else makes you make those sounds…”

He didn’t give you any time to respond before pulling you down, delving straight into your core.

It was even better than you had remembered. His tongue was fucking in and out of you all while his nose pressed against your clit. Something about the way he was spelling his name drove your mind to the edge.

“Jesus, Robert.” You cried out as he started to pull you down even more against him. His grip around you was going to leave bruises and you were more than happy with that.

He hummed in response, sending waves through you. You made the mistake of looking down and almost came right then and there.

Bob’s eyes were closed like he was tasting the most delicious dessert and his hair was spread around his head like a halo. He wasn’t having a hard time breathing at all - in fact he seemed completely in his element as you smothered him.

His eyes flit open, making eyes contact before winking and closing them again.

It was too much. Seeing him beneath you like that, with his cocky attitude and the way his tongue was working better than any toy you’d ever used, you felt your toes curl as your spine tensed.

No man had ever gone down on you the way Bob was right now. He wasn’t just doing it for your pleasure, he was doing it for his, too.

The grip on your hips tightened as you began subconsciously riding his face. He wasn’t bothered in the slightest as you ground your hips against him, taking it as an opportunity to bring his thumb to your clit, sending shock waves through you.

His tongue hit a spot inside you that made you see stars and you felt yourself on the brink of coming.

“I-I’m gonna..holy fucking-” All words escaped you as he quickly replaced his tongue with his fingers and went to sucking on your clit.

You cried out a mix of words between ‘oh fuck’, ‘oh my God’, and ‘Robert’ as your orgasm hit you like a wall.

You had known it was going to be good but you had never had one like that before. You slumped forward, panting against the wall, before realizing Bob was still below you.

You tried to move back but found yourself still locked in his grip. His tongue was still moving across you, picking up everything but gentle enough to not overstimulate.

When he finally let you go, you unhooked your leg from the side of his head, flopping onto the bed.

He looked utterly fucked out and happy. His face was a mess and you inwardly cringed but the smile on his face made you reconsider.

You were still panting when you placed a hand on his cheek, turning his head so you could capture him in a kiss.

It wasn’t hungry like before. It was full of love and adoration, all the things you had wanted to give him. He kissed back happily, placing his hand on the small of your back, making you arch your body against his.

Three words sat on the tip of your tongue that you desperately wanted to say but you knew you had to hold them back.

You sighed into the kiss before pulling back and resting your head on his chest.

He played with your hair, wrapping his fingers around a few strands, twisting them around and before letting it fall back against you.

He muttered something, low and under his breath.

“Hm?” You responded, brain still trying to slowly make its way back.

“I said I want to take you to the Hard Deck.” He said again, slightly more confident.

You laughed, running a hand through his hair. His fingers found your thigh, gently running up and down.

“Right now?” You asked. “You just fucked me within an inch of my life and now you want me to go out?”

He bit the inside of his lip, trying to find the right words. He closed his eyes and got up abruptly.

A wash of panic ran through you. Had you done something wrong? Was it something you said? A million questions ran through your mind and you sat up, pulling up the sheets to cover your chest.

He grabbed his glasses and boxers, putting them both on, before sitting at the end of your bed.

“I want to take you to the Hard Deck.” He repeated. “I want to take you on dates. I want to bring you flowers and I want to be the one you run to when you come back from deployment.”

You moved closer, letting the sheet fall.

“I want to hold you in public and I want to wake up next to you in private.”

You wrapped your arms around him, pressing yourself to his chest. Your head found it’s place in the crook of his neck and you nodded. Everything you wanted, he wanted to. Your heart was beating a million miles a minute.

“I want that too.” You whispered, shifting your body so you could look at him face to face. He was smirking, wild post-sex hair that somehow looked amazing on him.

“And,” He had a wild glint in his eyes. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before leaning back. “I want to know how you take your eggs in the morning.”

[samaraj]

Pairing - Bradley Bradshaw x OC Savannah Shay

Warnings - Smut

Story - A passionate weekend, a confession, a top gun pilot and a girl called Savannah

“It’s so good to see you sweetheart”. Your Aunt Penny pulled you to her side in the cramped bar. “But you have to tell him .. I know how you feel darling but he really has a right to know”.

“Pen ..”

“Sweetheart .. please”.

“I haven’t heard from him in months Pen. We spent one weekend together and he ..” You chewed on your bottom lip. “He made it clear that he was focused on his job .. he didn’t want a relationship and he even told me a family wasn’t on the cards. Something about his Dad leaving him?”

“Goose didn’t leave him love. He died when Bradley was a young boy”. Penny sighed. “There’s a whole lot of hurt there still”.

“He told me Pen. We talked about jobs and stuff … family came up too. He came right out with it, said he didn’t want kids at all. Thought .. he’d call at least?”

“Love, he lost his Dad young .. then his mum when he was a young adult. He’s lost a lot”. Your Aunt Penny rubbed your arm softly. “Rooster has a tough exterior but .. there’s a lot you don’t know about him”.

“Well I can’t just turn up in his life and say hey brad guess what!” You gestured to your growing bump. “You knocked me up and now your gonna be a Dad! Like it or not”.

“Honey …” Your Aunt Penny rolled her eyes. “How he takes it is his choice ok? But you have to do …” She drifted off, looking out the window.

“What?” You looked around her and saw Hangman and Phoenix heading into the bar. “Oh no! Thought you said they weren’t here? You said they were on some kind of mission somewhere!” You started to panic. That was the reason you came to see your Aunt .. knowing you could have the chance to talk to her without worrying about seeing Rooster.

“Mav told me that!” Penny got out her phone. “Jesus there’s a bloody message!”

“What?” You tugged at your oversized t shirt suddenly wishing you’d bought a sweater.

“From Mav. They abandoned the mission and arrived back at base”. Penny ran her hand through her hair.

“Shit that means …”

“Honey .. I had no idea. I thought we’d have this weekend together”. Penny watched as Phoenix laughed at Hangman before opening the bar door. “You can’t avoid this .. either leave now or stay”.

“Fuck”. You swore and realised Phoenix had seen you. No way out now.

“Sav?” Phoenix nudged Hangman as they both walked over. “That you?”

“Oh yeah .. just dropped by to see Pen”. You smiled as your heart raced. “Nice to see you guys”.

“Hey Sav”. Hangman ordered drinks then eyed you suspiciously. “You look different”.

You cringed, knowing you’d put on some weight but the bar was hiding your 5 month bump.

“Been binging too much with exams you know? I need to hit the gym”. You shrugged but noticed Phoenix eying you.

Hangman glanced at you again before noticing someone at the bar and engaging in conversation. You breathed a sigh of relief.

“You sure that’s it?” Phoenix stared at you as Penny cleared her throat.

“Yeah why?” You busied yourself wiping down the benches, praying that she’d leave it alone.

“No reason”. Phoenix took a sip of her beer. “Rooster is coming you know”.

“Rooster? Oh right”.

“You couldn’t have forgotten him”. Phoenix smiled. “You two were inseparable last time you were here”.

“For one weekend Phoenix”.

“Still .. Rooster really liked you”.

“Yeah well ..” You shrugged. “I liked him too but his life is just hectic you know?”

“Course I do. I live his life”. Phoenix smiled. “Uh speak of the devil”.

You followed her gaze as Rooster walked into the bar. He hadn’t changed. Sunglasses on, that same Hawaiian shirt that he loved. His skin looked a bit more tanned since you saw him last, but otherwise he was the same pilot that had stolen your heart.

“Pen?” You whispered, nudging your Aunt. “I need .. I can’t Pen”. You inched your way towards the bar door and spun around quickly before hurrying out.

“Sav?”

You kept walking quickly even though Phoenix was calling out your name. You finally made it into the back office and quickly shut the door. Your eyes fixated on your white sneakers while you mentally tried to figure out what to do.

“What now?” You couldn’t hide in the office forever. Rooster and his friends would drink for hours!

“Savanah?”

You jumped at the sound of his voice .. Bradley Bradshaw was standing on the otherside. You covered your mouth with your hands as you tried to think of a way out of the cluttered office. You eyed the small window then shook your head when you realized you’d never fit.

“I know you’re in there”.

You rested your head against the timber realizing how ridiculous the whole situation was. You were an adult hiding out in an office because you couldn’t confront the position you were in.

“Yeah I’m just .. I’m ..” You drifted off. “I’m just trying to find something for Pen”. You slapped your forehead.

“Sav .. what’s going on? You literally bolted out the bar. Don’t you wanna see me?”

“No it’s not that Bradley .. look it’s hard to explain”. You wiped at your eyes. “Uh .. can you meet me in the carpark maybe? Give me ten minutes?”

“The car park? .. guess I can do that”.

“I just need a moment”. You paused and listened as his footsteps faded. You glanced at your watch and waited. This was it .. you couldn’t get out of it now. All the months you spent crying, analyzing your choices, wondering about Rooster ..soon he’d know and nothing would be the same. You breathed in and out a couple of times before grabbing Penny’s jacket and putting it on.

As you walked into the carpark hugging the jacket over your stomach you saw Rooster leaning up against his truck. He was looking in the other direction so you saw his side profile. He still made your heart skip a beat after this time apart. Slowly he turned to look at you.

“Hey you ok?” He started to walk towards you as your lip trembled. God you hated your raging hormones. “Savannah?”

“I’m ok”. You stood in front of him as his eyes scanned yours. He looked hesitant after seeing the apprehension on your face. “Brad I’m sorry .. I mean .. I should have tried to contact you. I should have let Mav know at least .. but .. it happened and it was a shock and then ..”

“Darling you’re pretty when you ramble”. Rooster brushed your hair away from your face. “What’s going on?”

Slowly you stepped back from him and opened up penny’s jacket. Your hands moved protectively over your bump as you watched the mixture of expressions cross his face.

“This is what’s going on Brad. I’m pregnant”. You paused. “I’m having your baby”.

“Mine?” Bradley stared at you then slapped his forehead. “I didn’t mean ..”

“I’ve not been with anyone else Bradley .. a year before you and nobody after”.

“I just .. i mean .. I was careful”. Rooster rubbed at his eyes and you felt your heart sink. “I always used a condom”.

“Nothing is foolproof Brad”. You swallowed. “Look it’s ok .. I don’t want anything from you. I don’t need you to support us in any way ok? My parents have been great and I’ve got Aunt Pen and other friends. I graduate next month so I’ll be working and supporting us”. You wiped at the tears that had fallen down your face. “I don’t need a god dammed thing from you Bradley. Your life doesn’t have to change ok? Go back to flying planes and forget that we ever had this conversation!”

“Forget?” Bradley paused for a moment but you could tell by the way his jaw clenched that he was upset. “Why the hell did you tell me then?”

“Because I had to! You wouldn’t leave me alone till I came out the office!”

“Jesus”. Rooster rubbed at his jaw turn his eyes flickered to Phoenix and Hangman who came out the bar. Your eyes followed his and you knew the two could see your baby bump. There was no going back now.

“I’m going Bradley. I told you .. now you know. You choose what you want from here. You’re a big boy I think you can do that much”.

“Savannah ..”

“Go back to your buddies, go back to flying .. we’re not going to cramp your style”. You suddenly shoved at his chest hard before storming off. You were angry and hurt, his reaction was what you predicted. He didn’t want this baby.

“Sav?” Phoenix’s hand grabbed your arm. “Thought you were .. just .. give him some time”.

“I shouldn’t have to”. You smiled sadly noticing the way Hangman eyed Rooster. “I’m ok though .. going back to my life and yeah .., gonna look after this little one”. You shrugged suddenly feeling stupid that you had to explain to anyone. “See you guys”.

You waved at Penny as you fumbled to get your keys out your pocket. You saw that she was deep in conversation with Maverick who was sitting at the bar. They were no doubt talking about you and your pregnancy. You knew that you’d put Penny in a difficult position by asking her not to tell Maverick earlier. They had just started dating and you prayed that this wouldn’t cause a strain on their relationship.

“Fucking great”. You got in your car and started the ignition. You saw Phoenix deep in conversation with Rooster while Hangman was shaking his head. “Time to go”. You drove in silence wondering whether he was mad at you? Maybe he was just shocked? Confused? Maybe this was really the last time you’d see him?

You got back to Penny’s apartment and immediately went in your room to pack. You planned to leave in the morning and go back to your life, after all .. now that Rooster knew and was around it would just make things uncomfortable.

You had barely closed your suitcase when the doorbell rang. You assumed it would be Phoenix if anyone, she’d probably want to talk to you and to see if you were ok.

“I’m coming”. You yelled out as you fumbled with the key. You pulled the door open to find Rooster, hands in his pockets.

“What are you doing here?” You folded your arms against your chest. “I’m trying to pack so I don’t have time ..”

“Can I come in?” Rooster paused. “Please?”

You sighed then held the door open, noticing the tray of drinks and paper bag he was holding.

“I uh .. picked up coffee and Penny sent some muffins”. Rooster held them out to you.

“Oh ok”. You took the food and drinks, placing them on the coffee table. “We can talk here if you want. But like I said, I don’t have long because ..”

“I’m sorry”. Rooster breathed out deeply. “I freaked out .. I never .. I mean I didn’t think I wanted kids. I know what my job is like. My dad .. he died doing it and I remember waiting for him to come home and he never did”. Rooster watched you sit on the lounge before sitting down next to you.

“Bradley ..”

“No just listen please ..” Rooster shifted on the lounge. “I’m just so fucking scared .. I’ve made a point of never getting close to anyone, never letting anyone get attached to me. I’ve never had anyone need me before or rely on me. I’ve done that on purpose”.

“I know Bradley .. this wasn’t on the cards for me either. In the future maybe but not right now”. You paused. “I’m scared too. I have a baby growing inside of me Brad .. I’m worried that I won’t be a good mother, that I’ll mess things up like my own mother did”.

“Hey .. you won’t”. Rooster scratched the back of his neck. A sign you’d picked up on when he was nervous.

“Well that’s how I feel but .. I can’t let my fears get the better of me. I’m going to have a little person that needs me”.

“I know .. I’m sorry Sav. You turning up just now telling me that you’re pregnant”. Rooster swallowed. “I acted like a complete dickhead I know. I was just shocked .. Then all my fears got stired up .. i was too caught up in my god dammed head”.

“Brad .. I get that you don’t want to be a father. That you don’t want this baby. And I’m telling you that you ..”

“No that’s not it!” Rooster grabbed your hands. “That’s not it .. I mean, I thought that was it but watching you drive away scared me more. Truth is, you’re all I’ve thought about these past few months. Ask Mav .. you’ve messed with my head big time”.

“You’ve thought of me?”

“I’ve been caught out many times. Thinking of you when i should be focused flying .. been grounded mid flight because of you”. Rooster smiled softly.

“It’s not just me Brad”. You breathed out deeply. “It’s me plus one”.

“Think I played a part in that”.

“Yeah you did”. You swallowed feeling suddenly emotional. “You know Im grateful that you’ve told me how you feel about me, but you can still walk away you know that right?”

“Why the fuck would I do that?” Rooster cupped your face. “I want you .. i want this baby”.

“Really Brad? You really mean that?”

“Cross my heart love”. Rooster smiled. “Doesn’t mean I’m not scared shitless though”.

“So am I”.

Suddenly Rooster was kissing you and you were right back to your weekend with him .. his mouth felt the same, he smelled the same .. god how you’d missed him.

“Bradley ..” You breathed against his mouth as the kisses you shared made your toes curl. “Take me to bed or lose me forever”.

You felt him smile against your mouth before he leaned down and picked you up bridal style.

“Last room on the left”. You mumbled against his mouth as Rooster carried you like you were nothing. His mouth barely left yours as he navigated through the cramped hallway and into your room, kicking the door closed with his foot.

“You sure?” He looked down at you as you lay on your bed.

“Are you?”

“Yes Mam”

“Then come here”. You smiled as he pulled off his t shirt and undid his jeans before crawling over your body and undressing you. When you were clad in nothing more than your white bra and panties, Rooster kissed your neck then made his way down your body. You noticed the tension in his arms as he kept his weight off you.

“Brad”. You moaned as he lifted your bra cup up and covered your nipple with his mouth. His finger tweaked the other one gently.

“These are bigger”. Rooster smirked against your skin. “God you’re beautiful”.

You sucked in a breath as he continued down your body. His hands rubbed your stomach softly and you sat up on your elbows as you watched him take in your form.

“I made a baby”.

“We made a baby”. You corrected him.

“I did this … I can’t believe it”. Rooster kissed your stomach softly. “This is amazing .. you feel amazing”.

“You might feel him kick if you’re lucky”.

“Him?” Rooster looked up at you in shock. “It’s a boy?”

“Yeah .. haven’t told anyone”. You smiled. “We’re having a son Brad”.

“Jesus”. Rooster covered your stomach in kisses. “No more surprises ok? Don’t think I can handle any more!”

“You ok?” You ran your hand across his cheek.

“I’m ok Love .. I just can’t believe all this”. Rooster smiled at you, his hands still caressing your belly. “But as much as I’d like to keep talking about our baby, I really need to focus on my job”.

“Your job?” You laughed as Rooster shushed you and slipped your underwear off. His hands parted your thighs and he settled in between them.

“Yeah my job ..” He kissed your inner thigh as you threw your head back. “To make you cum”.

“Oh …” The moment his mouth sucked on your clit you were gone. He had an extremely talented mouth and seemed to play you like an instrument. His fingers eased inside your body and soon he had you right on the brink. His talented tongue flicked across your swollen nub as you gripped the sheets tight. Your toes curled and you screamed his name over and over again as you came undone.

“Brad”. You said breathlessly as you watched him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. He smiled then lay next to you flat on his back.

“Ride me”. Rooster helped you straddle his waist as his hands moved from your hips across to the swell of your stomach. You moved up on your knees and lined him up at your entrance before easing down slowly.

“Oh god”. You felt that familiar stretch and burn.

“Slow love”. Rooster sucked on his thumb before moving his hand in between your legs. The sensation helped you relax and soon you had him deeply inside of you. “That’s it .. fuck you feel amazing. So tight around me”.

You began to move slowly and you marveled in the way that Rooster’s eyes were roaming across your body. From your face to the movement of your breasts, then in between your legs.

“You ok?” He gazed at you intently. “Talk to me”

“So good Brad …you feel so good”. Your hands rested on his chest. “Feel so good inside me”.

“Fuck .. you look like a goddess”. Rooster’s hands rested on your hips, guiding you into a slightly faster pace. He moved forward, capturing your nipple in his mouth. “These .. god baby you have no idea ..”

You felt your body flush. He had this affect on you .. knowing just how to set you on fire quickly. You were relieved that he loved the changes in your body .. the way his hands kept moving over your stomach and breasts told you that. You started to grow in confidence so leaned up on your knees slightly and started to really ride him.

“Fuck just like that .. Jesus”. Rooster watched you reach your hands back, grabbing his thighs as you started to really move. His hands grabbed your breasts as you rolled your hips.

“So fucking turned on right now .. god your body” Rooster was practically moaning. “Tight pussy, gorgeous tits …full of my baby”.

“Please .. Brad” You loved when he talked dirty and you were glad that your condition hasn’t changed anything.

“Everyone’s gonna know who you belong too huh? Who put this baby in you”. Rooster started to thrust up into you. “Can feel you clenching. You gonna cum for me love?”

“Yes ..” You panted above him.

“Cum on my cock”.

“Bradley!” You felt it starting. Coiling in your stomach and your heart beating loudly. “Please!”

“Let go”.

That was all it took for your second release to hit you hard and your ears rang from the sounds you were making.You felt the urge to fall forward, as suddenly your arms and legs felt like jelly. Rooster seemed to understand and he quickly sat up so that it was easier for you to rest your arms on his shoulders while the continued to thrust into you.

You moved to watch his face and he stared at you. His face and chest covered in a light sheen of sweat, his breathing ragged and his cheeks slightly flushed pink. You wished you could pause this moment because he never looked sexier to you than when he was about to climax.

“Need you Brad”. You felt his hands on your hips, stilling your movements as he chased his release. You felt him before you heard any sounds leave his mouth. He grunted into your shoulder as he came inside you with a few jerks of his hips. Warmth filled your body and then there was silence except for the sounds of breathing. His hands roamed your body, moving gently across your skin exactly how he was every single time.

“You ok?” His breath tickled your neck but was quickly replaced by his mouth, kissing the skin of your jaw.

“More than ok”.

“I came inside you”. He laughed. “Guess I can now that you’re pregnant”.

“Can’t get me pregnant twice Bradshaw”. You looked at him and smiled.

“I’m really gonna be a father”. Rooster stared at you before resting his forehead on yours. He slowly moved his hips, slipping out of your body and pulling you in closer.

“Yes you are .. we have a lot to look forward to”. You paused then grabbed at his wrist, placing his hand to the side of your stomach. “Can you feel that? I mean it’s only early and not like full on kicks but …”

“I can … kind of like a soft ..”

“Flutter?” You laughed. “That’s your son Brad”.

“Jesus”. Rooster placed his large palm across your stomach. “Probably woke him up with all that screaming you were doing woman”.

“Probably”.

“You sure .. sex is ok?”

“Brad! Yes sex is ok .. I can have sex right up till I give birth”. You paused. “That’s if you’d want to”.

“Of course I want to! You’re bloody gorgeous”. Roosters hands were back on your skin and you smiled, realizing that you might never leave your bed now that his fingers ghosted over the swell of your breasts, stomach and the juncture of your thighs. “You never looked sexier. Your full breasts, stomach .. everything”.

“Brad”. Your hands moved to his hair, tugging slightly as his mouth latched onto your breast. “Again?”

“Again .. now that I’ve gotten that out my system I’m gonna worship you”.

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if you write for her, anything for phoenix, nsfw or sfw please!!! practically no one is writing for her :(

p.s im LIVING for your top gun stuff :)

Thank you, you're so kind! I was inspired and wanted to elaborate on one of my headcanons about Phoenix being a dom in bed. So here you go sweet anon, I hope you like it!

CW: smut, toys, dom/sub, dirty talk. pure filth honestly. female reader.

“Fuck baby, you look so pretty like this”

Phoenix snapped her hips again, the toy strapped to her hips filling you up perfectly once more. 

You were splayed on her bed, lips parted, sweat beading between your breast and in the crook of your knees. She had both your hands pinned in one powerful grip against the mattress. Her other hand bearing her weight while she fucked you within an inch of your life. She had already made you come a couple of times, and you knew the bright pink wand carefully laid within hand reach on the nightstand would come into play very soon to make this number rise even more.

You had your reasons to believe she was a good lay - a few rumors around the base, the assured sway of her hips, the way she would always watch out for the girls even though she was considered “one of the guys”. But your imagination could not keep up with the actual thing. 

Phoenix was tireless. Of course she was ripped and resilient thanks to the ruthless training she was submitted to for years. But there was something more. A hunger for your pleasure. She would barely let you touch her. You had to beg to let you make her feel good. Something about control, and keeping it in any situation you guessed.

You had tried to talk to her about it one night at the bar. “Oh baby, I take my pleasure from seeing you writhe in my sheets, from hearing you moan my name, from feeling you tremble against me. That’s the sweetest treat for me. So listen to me and be a good girl, yeah?” she had answered. You had inhaled loudly before turning red, crossing your legs to try to forget about the very sudden heat growing low in your belly. 

“Phoenix…” you panted, “please…”.  While she was hitting that perfect spot inside your cunt  with each of her harsh thrusts, you needed something more to tip from the edge. 

“Ask with the right word, baby, and I’ll give you what you want.” she softly commanded. She was barely breaking a sweat, her shiny black hair still in a neat braid save for a few strands escaping the strict hairstyle and framing her gorgeous face. 

The toy punching against your walls at that delicious angle had your brain scramble a bit more, and you had to focus really hard to decipher what she meant and to come up with the appropriate answer.

“Please, Sir, touch me… Sir, please…” you wheezed. Her pupils had turned even darker.

“That’s my good girl” she had immediately answered with a grin, while she reached out for the toy on the nightstand. She had turned it on with a glint of mischief in her eyes. 

“I love you so fucking much.” she had added before pressing the wand on the top of your pussy, and sealing her mouth on yours, muffling your moans as you came for the third time of the night - but definitely not the last.