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fluentmoviequoter · 4 months

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Keep Living with Me

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Pairing: Tim Bradford x Andersen!cop!reader (r's mom is Captain Zoe Andersen)

Summary: You fell in love with Tim Bradford quickly, and he receives your mother's blessing to propose. After you watch your mother's murder, his plans are thrown off and he gives you a place to heal.

Warnings: spoilers for ep 1x16 "Greenlight," parental death (Captain Zoe Andersen), grief, panic attacks, nightmares. comfort at the end! not proofread

Word Count: 4.6k+ words

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“Good mornin’,” Wade greets as he enters roll call. “Before we get started let’s give a warm welcome to our newest Andersen. Welcome, all the way from Chicago! I know your mom is here so we’re all too scared to give you any grief, but I hope LA treats you well.”

“Thank you, sir,” you reply, nodding to the officers beside you.

“Andersen?” Tim whispers.

“Captain Andersen’s daughter,” Bishop answers. “She was working her way toward detective in Chicago but transferred a few weeks ago. Wanted to be closer to her mom, from what I’ve heard.”

“Meaning that if you want to lay some Bradford charm on her, you’d have to answer to your boss,” Angela adds.

“Cute,” Tim replies, giving Angela a fake smile.

“You said it.”

✯✯✯✯✯

“Officer Bradford,” you call, jogging to catch up to him. “I just wanted to say thanks for the assist back there. I don’t know how that second guy got past me, but I’m sorry for not paying attention.”

“It happens,” Tim offers with a shrug. “And it’s my job to have your back.”

“Doesn’t mean you don’t deserve some thanks every once in a while. I’ll let you get back to your rookie, but, seriously, thank you.”

“No problem.”

Tim doesn’t know exactly when it happened, but at some point, after you arrived in Los Angeles, he got attached to you. Now, he keeps an eye out for you and shows you a side of himself that very few people are lucky enough to meet.

Calling your name, Tim beckons you back to his side. “Let me buy you dinner? As a thanks?” he asks, squeezing his hands together nervously.

“Why would you be thanking me? You saved me,” you remind him.

“Just-“

“I’d love to. But I’m paying,” you answer, smiling before walking away again.

“Doubtful,” he murmurs to himself before returning to his shop.

✯✯✯✯✯

Two weeks after your first date with Tim, you smile at him over your shoulder in roll call. You haven’t told anyone about your feelings, and Tim is just as happy to keep your relationship private for now – that’s something he made clear from the beginning, private not secret.

“Bradford, Andersen, the captain wants to see you,” Wade says as he enters the room. Neither you nor Tim move until he adds, “I think that means now.”

Once the door is closed behind you, you promise, “I didn’t tell her.”

“Relax,” Tim demands. “It’s probably not about us.”

He opens the door to your mother’s office, and she points for both of you to sit. Pulling your hands into your lap, you fiddle as she looks at a paper on the desk before her.

“Care to explain?” she asks.

“Explain what, ma’am?” you reply.

“You’re in here as my daughter, though I’m not thrilled to learn you and another officer are dating without my prior knowledge.”

You look at Tim, but he seems content observing this confrontation.

“Mom, I-“

“It better be a good reason,” she interrupts. “Because it’s been weeks since Tim asked me if it was allowed.”

Looking over at Tim, your mouth gapes before you accuse, “You told her!”

“I had to,” he answers. “I wasn’t dealing with her wrath, as captain or your mother.”

“So, you’re not mad?”

“Why would I be?” your mom asks. “You chose the best of them.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Tim says happily.

“Don’t think that makes you infallible,” your mother threatens. “I have a gun and I can fire you, and what I choose to do depends entirely on you.”

Tim nods severely, and they both chuckle when you release a relieved sigh.

“Congratulations,” your mom tells you. “I’m glad you’re happy, and I’ll see you both at dinner on Friday?”

Tim leads you out of the office, and you ask, “What’s Friday?”

“Probably a chance for everyone who loves you to threaten me.”

“Sounds fun.”

Tim reaches out for you, but you turn away quickly.

“You told my mother without telling me. No hugs for you until Friday.”

Smirking, Tim replies, “Yeah, you try holding out that long.”

✯✯✯✯✯

✯✯ 1 Year Later ✯✯

“I’ll be back in a few,” Tim tells you, kissing your forehead.

“Where are you going?” you ask, looking up at him from your spot on his couch.

“To get your favorite breakfast,” he answers. “Because I love you.”

“Be careful. I love you.”

After a year of dating, you and Tim easily acknowledge the depth of your feelings for one another. He makes you feel important, loved, and like the center of his world. It was easy to fall in love with Tim, yet every moment spent with him makes you happier.

While you wait on his couch, Tim heads to your favorite café. Fiddling with the box in his pocket, he smiles as he thinks of you. You’ve gotten to know him so well you have become practically impossible to surprise. (At least since he first told you he loved you, holding you close under a starry sky in the California desert.) This, though, should be the best surprise yet.

The bell over the door chimes as Tim enters, and he quickly finds the woman he’s here to meet.

“Good morning, Captain Andersen,” he greets, sitting across from her. She looks at him until he amends, “Sorry, Zoe.”

“It’s been a year, Tim, you’re going to have to get used to it at some point,” she teases.

“I will. I actually asked you to meet me here because I have a question about my future with your daughter.”

Zoe’s smile grows, sure that she knows where this is going. Tim removes the velvet box from his pocket and slides it across the table.

“I want to propose, ask your daughter to spend the rest of her life with me, but I refuse to do that without your permission. So, Zoe, my question is, will you allow me to marry your daughter? I can’t bring her half as much happiness as she brings me, but I will love her until my dying breath.”

“Tim,” Zoe begins, pressing the ring box back into his hand. “I would love to have you as a son-in-law; of course, you can marry my daughter. And if your proposal is anything like that, I can’t imagine her saying anything other than yes.”

“Is she going to cry?”

“Most likely,” Zoe answers with a laugh. “But you should get going before she gets suspicious.”

Tim stands with Zoe, pulling her into a hug as he thanks her. She reminds him that the family is having dinner together on Friday, and his standing invitation still stands.

“We’ll be there,” Tim promises. “And I’ll let you know when I pick a date.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim knocks on Zoe’s door a week later, entering her office and closing the door behind him.

“I’m proposing this weekend,” he tells her, smiling as he thinks of you.

“Take it easy this week, then. You want everything to be perfect,” Zoe reminds him.

“Yes, ma’am.”

✯✯✯✯✯

“Are you okay?” you ask Tim. “You’ve been… different.”

“I’m great,” he promises. “Just ready for the weekend.”

You nod, unconvinced by his brush-off answer. Trusting Tim is easy, so you know he will tell you when he’s ready. As the day progresses, with IA reversals, celebrities, and an attempt on Nolan’s life, you’re not sure you and Tim will be able to talk about whatever bothers him.

✯✯✯✯✯

When you hear about the shots fired and the greenlight on Nolan, you don’t hesitate to meet your mother at the scene. Not telling Tim yourself wasn’t a conscious decision, simply the result of your adrenaline surging and concern for your fellow officers. Lucy is talking to Nolan as you approach, walking behind your mother, and you notice Tim standing to the side, sending him a concerned look.

“According to intelligence, you’ve bee greenlit by Southern Front,” Captain Andersen – no longer acting like your mother – announces.

“How’s a rookie get greenlit before me? I gotta step up my game,” Tim adds.

“It’s not a badge of honor, Bradford,” you reply, giving him a stern look.

“I was kidding,” he promises, his full attention on you.

Listening to the facts and learning why Nolan is being targeted, you know that finding the gang in a city as big as LA will be next to impossible. As your mom and Nolan leave, you rush to catch up with them.

“I’m coming with,” you announce.

“Officer Andersen, no,” your mom argues.

“I have more gang experience, I assisted in countless cases in Chicago. You need to let me help.”

Shaking her head, your mother gestures for you to join them. You know you’ll get yelled at, lectured, and, if you’re lucky, encounter the wrath of a concerned mother rather than an undermined captain when you get home later.

✯✯✯✯✯

“K-9 unit already swept the property,” Zoe says as she leads you and Nolan into his place.

“Uh, no, Ben left for New York yesterday. So, what’s happening here?” he replies.

“The DA approved a VARDA alarm. It bypasses 911, sends a red alert to all the cops in the area.”

“So, what’s next?”

“That’s up to you.”

“I mean, I can’t just go to work, right? I’d be endangering everyone who came within five feet of me.”

“Being a cop is being at risk.”

“You’re saying I should just report for duty, act like nothing happened?”

“I think we tell the criminals what to do, not the other way around.”

“No matter the consequences?”

“No matter the consequences. But, look, it’s up to you. No one is gonna judge you either way.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Nolan, this isn’t about bravery. You have a family. Any cop who’s ever worn a badge understands that. It seems the system is up and armed. We have a unit parked out front. Try to get some sleep.”

“I’ll stay,” you offer. “And I’m sure West and Chen are on their way.”

“You call me if anything happens,” your mom demands. “And make sure West and Chen know that, too.”

✯✯✯✯✯

The next day, when you and Nolan enter the station, Tim gives Nolan a nod of approval. The rest of the officers break into a round of applause, and Tim’s eyes move to yours.

“You need to be careful,” Tim mouths.

“I promise,” you reply silently. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Riding in the backseat of the shop, you listen to your mom and Nolan while thinking about Tim. Being careful has always been a priority, but knowing that you risk not going home to the man you love puts everything into perspective.

The radio comes on as dispatch announces, “7-Adam-15, possible 459 in progress, 1936 Kristol Lane.”

“7-Adam-15, show us responding,” Nolan responds. “I hate this. Feels like everyone’s fighting my battle for me.”

“City still needs policing,” your mom points out.

An engine revs behind you, and you glance out of the back window, quickly noticing the nondescript van behind you. “Uh, mom?”

She nods once, removing her gun from its holster as the van moves into the lane beside the shop. You and Nolan similarly prepare to defend yourselves. The van sits beside the shop momentarily before turning onto another road.

“Uh, that was…” Nolan begins.

“Exilirating,” your mom finishes.

“I was gonna say ‘terrifying.’”

“What if we meet in the middle and say ‘dangerous,’” you recommend.

“That’s a good choice too.”

“7-Adam-15, go to channel 2 for Sergeant Grey.”

“Andersen,” Zoe calls after switching to the proper channel.

“It worked,” Wade says. “Midas forced Cole to lift the greenlight.”

“I guess you are back to being just another rookie,” Zoe tells Nolan as he takes a deep breath.

“But maybe keep your guard up for a few more days,” you suggest. “Just because there’s no greenlight doesn’t mean you’re safe.”

“Does this mean this little partnership is over?” Nolan asks.

“We got a burglary call to take,” Zoe answers with a smile.

✯✯✯✯✯

Following your mom and Nolan into the open door of the burglary location, you take the left side as your mother goes straight, and Nolan goes right. Nolan turns off a radio before a flashbang is thrown into the room. You cover your ears and move toward an assailant before he throws you onto the floor, taking advantage of your disorientation as another man sticks a cattle prod to Nolan’s chest. You’re unsure where your mother is, but as your eyes close, you hope she proves she’s always been the best cop in your family.

✯✯✯✯✯

You regain consciousness first, but the men don’t seem to care about you as they watch Nolan. Handcuffed to wooden chairs with your backs to the pool, you don’t have many options to break free, so you can only hope that your fellow officers have noticed how much time has passed since you radioed a code 6 upon arrival.

Nolan groans as he wakes, and you can’t warn him to stay quiet before he’s noticed.

“Look who’s awake,” Cole says as he turns toward Nolan, holding up the electrical prod. “Packs quite a kick, doesn’t it? It’s got four times the voltage as LAPD uses. Could probably cook the eyeball right out of your skull.”

Leaning back, Nolan replies, “Look, look, I did not intend to disrespect Astrid, okay? Or you, okay? And I would be happy to apologize.”

“Too late for that now. Only way this ends is with you dead.”

Your mom chuckles, and your head snaps toward her as she continues, “Yeah, I, uh, I’d heard that you were dumb, but it is shocking to see it in person.”

“Dumb?” Cole repeats.

“Dumb,” you say with your mother.

“Who lured you into an ambush with a false surrender?”

“Does your father know that it was false? Huh, junior? I can’t imagine that revelation’s gonna go too well, huh?”

“I think it’ll go fine.”

“Oh, he’s dubmer that I thought. What’s my rank?”

“What?”

“Her rank, idiot,” you interject. “You should be able to tell by her uniform.”

“Who cares?”

“I have a feeling you will.”

“You put a hit out on a rookie,” your mom adds. “But two bars and a badge that says ‘Captain’? You’ve just crossed a line that anybody with half a brain would run screaming from. A line that even your father might whack you for crossing. Understood? So, let me tell you how this is gonna go. You and your little goonies are gonna-“

Cole lunges forward, pressing the prod against her. You pull against your restraints as she yells in pain.

“Hey! Cole! No!” Nolan yells. “Hurt me! Right? I’m the one you want hurt, right? Killing me, that’s trouble you can handle, okay? But not her. You need to let her go.”

“Do you think I’m dumb, too?”

“No.”

Cole looks back and forth between Nolan and your mother. When he moves toward her, you and Nolan yell, “No!” but can’t stop him from kicking her chair into the pool.

“No! No! No!” Nolan chants, fighting the handcuffs.

While you pull as hard as you can, attempting to break free, you begin tipping your chair back toward the water.

“If the line’s already been crossed, then there’s no going back. Which means non of you are walking out of here. As long as your bodies never turn up, the murder can’t be pinned on me,” Cole says.

Twisting in your chair, moving onto two chair legs, you watch your mother struggle underwater through blurry eyes, your vision affected by your tears.

“No, you’re wrong,” Nolan answers before offering to make a video apologizing to Astrid. “Just get her out first. Right now,” he adds after Cole agrees.

“No, you got to make the video first. Come one!”

“Nolan!” you grunt, hoping he makes this quick.

Turning back to look at the pool, you think your mother’s arm is free, and as she swims to the surface, pulling one of Cole’s “goonies” into the water, Nolan tips his chair to tackle Cole to the ground. You move toward the other man, unconcerned, when he points a gun at you. Headbutting him once you’re on the ground, you flinch when a gunshot sounds in the pool.

“No, no, no,” you repeat lowly, turning toward the water’s edge.

Your mom raises over the edge, shooting the man standing above you.

“Mom, no!” you warn as Cole reaches for his gun.

You and Nolan struggle against the cuffs, and when a bullet hits your mom’s neck, time seems to slow down. She presses a hand to the wound before she lowers back into the water.

“No!” you scream, your voice cracking with emotion. “No, no, stay up!”

“No, Cap-“ Nolan calls.

“Mom!”

Nolan breaks his chair and dives into the pool as you watch helplessly.

“Come on,” Nolan repeats, beginning chest compressions.

“Nolan,” you whisper, sobbing against the wet concrete beneath you. “It’s too late.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Nolan tells you to stay still while he breaks your chair, but with your attention on your mom, that should be the least of his concerns. He frees you, pulling one end of the handcuffs away from the chair so you can move.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers.

“It- it isn’t your fault.”

You begin crying again, looking at the bloody water as you kick the pieces of the chair away from you. Releasing a pained yell, you move to your knees, sitting beside your mom as sirens approach.

Nolan is beside you, unmoving, until Wade places a hand on his shoulder. Tim rushes to your side, kneeling beside you as he pulls you up.

“It was Cole,” Nolan says.

Tim leads you away from the pool as the coroner moves your mom into a flag-covered coffin. As you follow the procession through the line of officers, you stop beside Tim, waiting for his nod before you continue.

After the coroner leaves and Wade dismisses everyone with instructions to find Cade, you avoid looking at Tim. You can’t fall apart until you catch her killer.

✯✯✯✯✯

When you walk into roll call the following morning, Bishop offers you her seat, and you gladly take the place beside Tim. He slides the black strap over your badge before taking your hand under the table. You stay behind the roadblock, letting Nolan and Tim approach Cole to make the arrest. Once he is in cuffs and in the back of a shop, you holster your weapon and keep your eyes on Tim.

He rushes to you, pulling you into his arms, holding you close as you cling to him.

“I’m sorry,” Tim says against your hair. “Do you want to go with them?”

Shaking your head, you move toward Tim’s shop, and Lucy nods as she finds another ride back to the station.

“I- I don’t know what I’m supposed to do without her, Tim,” you say when you’re alone.

“The hurt never goes away, but it lessens,” Tim promises. “And I’m right here.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Somehow, you manage to get through the funeral without falling apart. The moment you prepare to go home, to begin a life without her, that changes. You freeze on the sidewalk, looking back to the headstone.

“C’mon,” Tim murmurs as he approaches you. “You’re not staying alone tonight.”

“I can’t do this, Tim.”

“Yes, you can. Look at me. She loved you, and she wanted you to live and love, and do what you wanted to do. Do not let that monster take your life, too.”

Tim cups your cheeks, kissing your forehead as you nod.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. It- I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but you’re not alone, okay?”

“I know,” you whisper. “Thank you.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim holds you against his chest until you fall asleep, but you don’t get much rest before a nightmare wakes you. Slipping out of Tim’s arms, you walk into his backyard and close the door behind you. Sitting on his deck, you feel like you’re back in Cole’s yard, frozen and unable to do anything more than scream. Why didn’t you take action like Nolan? Get the gun somehow before Cole got away from Nolan? … Why didn’t you save your mother?

Pressing your hand against your mouth, you attempt to silence your cries, but you should have realized that Tim would notice the moment you left his side. He closes the patio door softly, sitting beside you.

“Can I come closer?” he asks softly.

You shake your head quickly, and your thoughts spiral. So many things could have been done differently, and maybe this is a sign that you should have never come to Los Angeles, never have become a cop and that you are the reason she is dead.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Tim calls, demanding your attention as he grabs your hand. “Breathe. Breathe with me.”

As Tim grounds you, you crawl toward him, letting him hold you as you fall apart in his arms. Crying into his chest, you eventually fall asleep again, and Tim whispers a promise that he will always be here for you.

✯✯✯✯✯

The first few weeks are the hardest as reality sets in, and you relive the moment. Tim never leaves your side, though, offering a hand to hold, a shoulder to cry on, or a reminder that you are not to blame. As the time between tears grows longer and you can look at pictures of her and smile, you decide you’re ready to return to work.

“Are you sure? If you need more time, that is completely understandable,” Tim replies.

“I’m sure. You told me not to let Cole take my life, and I’m ready to start living again.”

“Still room for me?” Tim asks with a smile.

“Loads of room for you,” you promise, leaning against him.

“Then I’ll be by your side the whole time.”

So, when you walk into work three months later, you assume that Tim is responsible for the round of applause and the “Welcome Back” banner hanging in the bullpen. You and Tim are both surprised by how easily you return to the station, smiling as you greet your friends and able to walk past your mom’s office with nothing more than a sad smile.

✯✯✯✯✯

After practically moving into Tim’s house after the funeral, you know where everything is. So, when he spills a drink while watching the game, unable to draw his eyes from the screen, he asks you to get him some dry clothes.

“Sure thing,” you reply, smiling at him.

Tim yells when his team scores, and you shake your head in loving amusement as you enter his closet. Moving a small basket to get a shirt from behind it, you accidentally knock something onto the floor. When you stand after picking it up, you realize that it’s a jewelry box. Opening it, you see the one thing you didn’t expect.

In the other room, one of the teams calls a time-out, and commercials begin playing. Tim realizes that you’ve been in the bedroom for a while, so he stands, stretching as he sets out to check on you.

“Did you fall into a-“ he begins, freezing when he sees you staring at the engagement ring.

“Sorry,” you say, snapping out of your shocked stupor as you close the box and put the ring back. “I knocked it off and didn’t think, uh, here’s a clean shirt.”

Tim grabs your hands rather than the shirt, stopping you before you can walk around him.

“I’ve had it for a while,” Tim explains. “I just- I could never find the right time to ask.”

Wiping a tear from your cheek, you press the shirt against Tim’s chest and ask, “Can you get dressed, please?”

“For what?”

“I need a hug, but you’re really wet.”

Tim laughs, changing right beside you before pulling you toward the bed. He rolls onto his side, looking at your face as you reach for him.

“What about the game?” you whisper.

“Who needs a game when I have you?”

“Well, if you’re not using the tv,” you begin, trailing off.

Tim sighs, kissing your cheek as he reaches over you for the remote. He turns on your favorite movie, inviting you to lay against his chest as you cuddle against him.

“Yes,” you say a few minutes later.

“Yes what?” Tim asks, looking down at you.

You pause the movie, rolling toward Tim to look up at him as you lay your chin against his chest. “If you proposed, I would say yes. No matter when or where.”

Tim smiles, and you decide to watch him rather than the movie.

Considering what his proposal may be like, you whisper, “I wish my mom was here.”

“A few months ago, I left to get breakfast, and then I was acting different the rest of the week. Do you remember that?” Tim asks. You nod, and he continues, “I went to see your mom that day. I showed her the ring and asked for her permission to propose. She told me that I had her blessing and she’d love to have me as a son-in-law.”

Tim smiles as he remembers Zoe's excitement after learning about his plans.

“I was going to propose the weekend that – that she died.”

“She loved you,” you remind him as he brushes his thumbs over your cheeks.

“And I love you.”

✯✯✯✯✯

“Get dressed,” Tim whispers in your ear as the movie ends.

“What?”

“Put clothes on. Unless you want to go to dinner wearing that,” Tim replies, gesturing to your well-loved pajamas. “Not that you don’t look beautiful, of course.”

“Move,” you mumble, pushing past him to reach the dresser he emptied for you after the funeral.

As he drives you to dinner, you watch Tim’s profile, feeling like the luckiest, most loved woman ever. He stops at a park, exiting beside a tree covered in fairy lights. Walking to the passenger door, he takes your hand and helps you out of the truck.

“Tim, what is this?” you ask.

“Something I should’ve done before,” he begins, kneeling. He looks into your eyes, reflecting the lights above you as he speaks. When you say yes, crying just as Zoe said you would, Tim stands, pulling you into his arms before sliding the ring onto your finger.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Hi,” you greet, lowering to sit in the grass. You look at the sparkling ring on your finger and smile. “Tim proposed. I- I wouldn’t have seen it coming if I hadn’t found it in the closet.”

The wind blows, wrapping around you like a comforting hug.

“He told me that he went to see you and you gave him your blessing. I know you loved him, and you knew how much I loved him, but… sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve him. He singlehandedly held me together after that day with Cole. And I don’t want to receive more than I give.” Leaning toward the headstone, you read your mother’s name and ask, “What do I do to show him I love him?”

“He knows,” Tim answers, approaching with flowers. “May I join?”

You smile, inviting Tim to sit with you at your mother’s grave. He lays the flowers against her headstone before wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“What are we talking about?” he asks.

“Us.”

“That’s my favorite topic.”

As you fall back into conversation with your mom, and Tim joins you, you feel like your mom is sitting across from you. With her love and Tim’s, plus all the love you have to give, you know you will be okay. Great even, you think as you lean against Tim, and the sun glints off the ring on your left hand.

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rogueddie · 2 years

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Steve has always been confused when people describe family- the structure, what it means to them, any of it. His parents were always distant with him. The babysitters they hired weren't any better.

He's never really considered family important or significant. It's a meaningless word to him. He has his relatives and that's it. He doesn't have any family, not the way people describe it as anyway.

Well. He used to think like that. He thought like that for a while and, for most of that time, he was right. But it very quickly turned around.

It started with Dustin.

The kid was clearly in awe of Steve. Steve had seen it clear as day and found himself desperate to keep him safe. And he did- he worked hard to keep the brat alive, despite repeated efforts to undermine that. And Dustin is so fiercely loyal.

"You die, I die!" Dustin had yelled at him once.

Steve had stared at him, with a sudden cold realization; he loves Dustin. The kid is his family. A weird mix between a little brother and a son. And Dustin clearly felt just as strong for him.

He already knew how ready he was to die for Dustin. He knew now, without a doubt, that nothing would be able to stop him from keeping him safe.

But, he reasoned, one pseudo-kid is enough.

Then Lucas had turned to him one summer. He wanted to get into basketball and knew Steve used to play. It was supposed to be simple practices, some tips and things like that. Nothing special, just advice between friends. Because that's all they were, at the time.

Over the summer, with all the time spent together, they quickly because good friends. And, again, Steve kept telling himself that it's just that. Friends. He's already got a weird pseudo-kid with Dustin.

Watching the game, however, quickly shatters that illusion. As soon as Lucas had stepped onto the court, Steve thought; "thats my kid!"

And Steve thought having one kid was a blessing- a horrible, sarcastic, needy blessing but a blessing none-the-less. Having two is chaotic, but oddly comforting. They're both so different and fill spaces in his heart he hadn't known were empty. They're more family than Steve had ever thought he'd be allowed to have.

But Max had quickly stepping into the picture.

There was always something about her that made Steve feel even more protective. Their first real time spent together being that van, the demodogs, definitely didn't help. He doesn't think he'll ever forget hearing her scream. He doesn't think he's ever moved as fast as he had then.

Seeing Billy getting aggressive with Lucas had only heightened it all. He'd only known Max a few days when he realized that she would never be able to shake him now.

Even when Max tried to push him away, after Billys death, saying the cruelest things she could thing of to get him to back off, he hadn't. He'd simply started to call her parents instead, made sure they knew if they needed anything, if Max ever wanted to vent to him again, he's still there. He's still waiting.

Seeing her in a hospital dead, essentially dead just… it feels like someone has shoved their arm down his throat and pulled his lungs out. Like someone has taken something so vital...

The only comfort, the only person who seems to settle him, is Eddie Munson. But... Eddie isn't part of his little pseudo-family. He wants him to be. He doesn't. It's... confusing. Because he likes Eddie.

Eddie, who lets Steve hold his fingers to his wrist so he can feel his pulse. Eddie, who insists on being moved into a wheelchair so Steve isn't sat in Maxs room alone. Eddie, who doesn't let anyone make Steve go home even though he probably should. Eddie, who looks at Steve like he hasn't failed him or the kids.

One day, Steve asks. He has to, he has to know.

"You're a good dad to them," Eddie explains. He quickly holds up a hand when Steve tries to deny it. "You are. And you aren't the only one who forgets it. You need someone to look out for you too and, since Buckley is too busy hitting on your ex, you're stuck with me."

"I'm not stuck," is all Steve could think to say.

"Hm?"

Steve ducks his head, tries to pull back but Eddie just holds onto his hand tighter. "I'm not... I don't feel stuck. With you."

"Good."

Steve glanced up. Eddie rewarding him with a bright grin, lifting his hand up to kiss the back of it. Steve can feel his face heating up. He doesn't feel embarrassed though, hopes the little smirk means that Eddie is taking his blush as encouragement.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #steve and his children #ficlet #steddie fic #i had no idea how to end this #sorry?#foundfamily

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attackurheart88 · 8 months

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hiii. Could I request some headcanons for Hisoka? Sfw/fluff. The reader is a child (killua and gon's age, and travels with them) and somehow got attached to him. Even though gon and killua find him super creepy and don't trust him, y/n doesn't find him off-putting at all and wants to hang out with him. Like at heavens arena, instead of being disgusted at his little show he put on, she was amazed he could do such things. Reader doesn't have a dad so he kind of takes that role in her eyes. She thinks he's really cool and follows him around when he's in the area. Reader is also training as an assassin (not quite as good as killua though) so she doesn't find his desire for killing scary. I just want some cute hc's between hisoka and his little admirer :)) it's okay if you don't feel comfortable writing this though. Thank you anyway!

“Are you a magician?”

Hisoka looked down in the direction from which the small voice came. It was a child who couldn't be more than thirteen years old. The same child who was staring at him for the last 2 hours.

Their eyes were wide and sparkled with anticipation.

“Not exactly, but I suppose I can do a bit of magic~” Hisoka smiled seeing your expression light up.

“Can you do a trick?!” You were bouncing up and down excitedly. You truly were a kid. Hisoka wondered how someone like you wound up taking the ex-

Someone bumped into Hisoka’s shoulder and kept moving. Interrupting his train of thought.

“Child you wanted to see a trick yes? As you wish~”

Within a few moments, the man who bumped into Hisoka, arms evaporated into flower petals. Immediately everyone backed away leaving just you Hisoka and the rude man on the floor.

Hisoka observed the look of fear and hatred on everyone’s face. Surely by now, even the child would stare at me the same way.

But he was wrong.

“That's so cool!” You were even more happy than before. Hisoka stared at you in disbelief but that look quickly turned to amusement. You were going to be a fun new toy for him to play with.

“I wanna do that too!” you whined tugging on his arm.

Hisoka bent down till he was able to make eye contact with you.

“You seem like a good kid. What's your name?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n huh. You can call me Hisoka. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

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- For the rest of the exam you were glued to Hisoka’s side

- While others were running like crazy to catch up with the examinator you were riding his back

- Getting lost in the forest? Not a problem when Hisoka knows the way

- Need help finding your target? Hisoka already killed them.

- It wasn't until the end of the exam when you and Gon had to go help Killua that you left his side.

- The dynamic between you two would slowly grow into a father-and-daughter relationship.

Headcanons:

- Hisoka is the kind of guy who buys you ice cream after a long day of training

- Hisoka is the kind of guy to take pictures of everything you do

- Hisoka feels calmer going to sleep knowing you’re safe next to him

- Hisoka loves to make you laugh by doing tricks and tickling you

- Hisoka is the kind of guy to dress himself up in Princess outfits to make you smile

- When you are sad you have Hisoka wrapped around your finger.

- He does anything to make you feel better

- Becoming known as Hisoka’s child is both a blessing and a curse

- On one hand, everyone is afraid of you or wants to get on your good side

- On the other, those with a grudge against Hisoka would come to you

- Thankfully Hisoka is there to keep you out of harm

- Sometimes

- Despite his affection for you

- Hisoka won't hesitate to leave you stranded somewhere or beat you to a pulp to turn you into a “ripe fruit”

- When you do something wrong Hisoka would make you sit in a corner and eat your favorite dessert right in front of you

- Being Hisoka’s “child” means watching him do stupid things

- Like robbing a bank

- Killing sprees

- Singing off key

- Rizzing Illumi

- And giving weird looks to your friends. (gon and killua)

- When Hisoka has somewhere to be he likes to drop you off with Illumi or the Phantom troupe

- So they eventually become your aunts and uncles

- Your life with him is fun and chaotic

- You grow to depend on him for help, guidance, and attention

- And Hisoka learns to care for someone other than himself

-In the end, it's a win-win

#adult trio x reader #hisoka x reader #hisoka x child reader #hxh x reader #child reader #dad hisoka #non specific reader #gender neutral y/n #illumi zoldyck #chrollo x reader #hxh 2011 #fluff hxh #hxh scenarios

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istarveforplatonicptnstuff · 2 months

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Pookie, what do you think of ptn characters being self aware au?? I need another platonic for that😍😍😍

Pookie 😿 The way that I wanted to answer this right away, but I ended up thinking about it for half a day, since today I had to finish counting tears in a plastic bottle (life update, today was my GRD and they had me recite 50 STEPS 😀 Changing patient gown and iv infusion + insertion 😢 But I SLAYED because I got perfect and one mistake in the other 😎) - Idk about ya'll but... You probably found out about the game based on the ad that had MISS 🤭 MAAM 🥰 Zoya... You guys don't understand the GRIP 😩 it had on me when I saw the ad for the first time... So, after watching THE ad that saved LIVES 🤩 including mine ofc 😊 You downloaded the app, despite having ZERO experience playing a tower defense game... 😶 That was me, highkey projecting rn... 😔😔😔 - So after days of getting used to the game, you started watching the interrogation since you were quite curious about the sinners backstory... 🤔🤔🤔 After finishing part of Hella's interrogation, you started to notice weird things happening in the game.

- If you put Zoya as your display character, she starts getting too real about asking you how your day was. And telling you stuff like; You better level me first 😤😤😤 because I'm the only who can protect you bbgirl... 🐺 Girl... This wasn't here before 🤨 so you definitely looked it up, but to no avail... So you probably felt special... 😍😍😍 Like, for me??? 🥺 Oh my gah 😱 I'm never letting you go POOKIE 🤭 Though you got jumpscared by the way Zoya suddenly responded with, That's right... I'm your pookie now... 😈 Making you press the home button on your phone due to how much you are FOLDING rn... 😳😳😳 Zoya canonically RIZZING you up pookie... *Sighs in not being able to relate because I'm not You pookie... 😞* But lmao imagine saying words like, Pookie 😍, Rizz 😏, and Bbgirl 🐺 to THE Zoya, like this is sending me rn... The way that I giggled a lil bit too hard writing this, feeling a lil EMBARAZZED picturing how Zoya would probably react to this... She's probably amused at you fangirling about her character, gives me FANSERVICE queen vibes like??? 😳 She knows how to play her role TOO well... 🥵

If you decide to put Adela as your display chara... (Though, what you know about my POOKIE Adela??? 🤨 Maam, I probably need to see that I.D for verification that you are INDEED another Pookie of Adela's... 🧐🧐🧐 /j I SEE 👀 you that one Adela pookie in my comments rn... So, this one's for you 🥰 and a lil bit of a spoiler pooks, if you see this rn... I'm writing another installment to our fav hair stylist soon...) - Adela would DEFINITELY give you good advice about hair... Me thinks my girl Adela knows FASHION 💃 Because, you cannot convince ME that this girl doesn't know how to dress up, like??? Her default outfit? SLAYED THE BOOTS DOWN 👢💥 So, rest assured you guys chose the right girl to display because this girl DON'T play around with both SERVING looks and SLAYING in one setting like girl... Me thinks if you like asmr, and had it on playing in the background and she hears and sees how it relaxes you... She probably would replicate it, like girlie had a secret career brewing and thought that we didn't notice??? 😯 Pookie, at this point, if you want to sleep or just relax... Hop on the game rn... Adela's doing 💈✂ barber shop 💇‍♀️ asmr... 😴😴😴 Adela havers be having a good night sleep, being blessed every night with her calming atmosphere... (Average Adela fan spotted, I will YAP when I hear her name...) Her voice lines would make you feel that you guys were besties from the start, or it's either like she's your mom friend and you guys get to hanggg around when she's not too busy SERVING the customers 💅

Not the soul siren 😭 but if you guys put her as your display character and you eat in front of her during a break... Sis will ROAST you like she's a copy of Gordon Ramsay, but more CUNTIER 💋 Girl acts like you are one of her 5 star chef and DEMANDS that you eat something else... 🙄 Babes really think you're rich 💳✨ and have MONEYYY to eat ✨exquisite✨ food... Only the best food for her caretaker. Girl really said that like you was her maid or something like??? WHAT? 😭😭😭 Lowkey judges you like you're BROKE or smth, same thing applies if you're actually not broke or like... College student tingssss, which makes it even WORSE because sister manages to convince you to buy her skins every time or pull copies of her... Pookie, I think she's a secret marketing agent of AISNO... 🤨 Girl WILL be obsessed with you the moment you max her, forfeit all moral possessions for her, and HER exclusively... 🤐🤐🤐 Sis does not leave you alone even after all that... She's hard to please 😞, in short but she warms up to you when you show significant improvement in your life... It's giving... Strict asian parents vibes 😶 Though, for realsys she isn't mean but like she's hard to predict pookie... I think she's kinda more on the practical side of things... When I mean practical, like your cooking skills... Critiques you as if you're in culinary school... 😃 Tough love for you pookie 💔 But dw, she'll change... When you manage to impress her with your cooking skills, of course 😇 Extra An: Pooks, if ya'll want more... 🤭 Comment which characters you want to see in this series or request other stuff that you want to see... The more KRAZY 🤪 it is, the more likely I am able to EAT 🍴 it up (Though, your pooks wouldn't be active much/still brewing some ideas 🧍‍♀️) TOODLES!

#path to nowhere x reader #path to nowhere #platonic ptn #ptn #ptn x reader #platonic path to nowhere x reader #Cabernet x reader #platonic cabernet x reader #ptn adela #adela x reader #ptn cabernet #ptn zoya #Zoya x reader #platonic zoya x reader #platonic adela x reader

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novamirmirsblog · 1 year

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Pt 2: Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows

Pt 1

Genre: Smut. Icl, it’s basically just porn you dogs

Request: Kinda

Word count: 1945

Warnings: Smut, +18 please <3

Summary: Melissa has a crush on a parent. What happens when Jacob and Janine find out - the date

A/N: The gay gods are clearly blessing me this pride month as I have suddenly overcome my writer's block!

Nerves were not something Melissa often experienced. She didn’t feel them the first time she had sex, or when she handed Joe divorce papers, and not even the countless times she had to shake people down. Yet just the thought of you coming into her home had her heart fluttering like a trapped butterfly. The closer the clock got to 18:00 the more ill she felt. What if you hated her food? What if you thought her house was dated? What if you thought she was dated? She was old enough to be your mother. Before Melissa could spiral any more, her doorbell rang. She rushed over to the door, checking her hair in the mirror before opening it with a smooth smile in the hopes that her nerves would calm down.

You looked stunning. Your hair emphasised the softness of your eyes and the deep green of your shirt complimented her hair in a way that made her want to devour you right there. The two of you weren't even officially together and you were already acting like you were hers. The thought of that made Melissa clench.

“Hey Melissa.” You handed her a bouquet of sunflowers and a bottle of red wine. You hadn’t been sure which gift to get so you opted for both and Melissa’s slightly agape mouth made it worth the extra $15.

“Gorgeous…” Melissa had a dazed expression on her face, almost as if she couldn’t believe you were actually here.

You giggled, biting the inside of your cheek to try and suppress the full blown laugh that was threatening to escape.

“The flowers!” Melissa quickly recovered, inviting you in “The flowers are gorgeous, and you are too.”

Melissa shut the door behind you and you took in her house. You moved over to some of the pictures hanging on the wall and let out a gasp.

“Melissa whatever-your-middle-name-is Schemmenti, is that you as a teenager?” The picture you were currently looking at was of a young Melissa in denim jeans with a cigarette hanging loosely from her lips.

Melissa stood behind you, looking over your shoulder to see the photo “Ann” you tried to suppress a shiver at the puff of breath that made your neck tingle. “And sorta. I was 23 when that picture was taken.”

You subtly closed your eyes as Melissa continued to tell you about how she had stolen her cousin's motorbike and cigarettes for a dare. Melissa watched as you subconsciously leant back towards her, unintentionally allowing her to see the effect she had on you. A smirk grew on her face when she saw you bite your lip as her voice got a little more husky. Her eyes trailed from your lips, over your jawline to where your neck and shoulder met. Melissa bit her own lip in an attempt to ground herself before she did something a little too forward. Luckily, an alarm rang, jolting the two of you out of whatever fantasies you were both wrapped up in.

“Shit, the pasta.” Melissa rushed into the kitchen and you followed dutifully behind.

Melissa glanced over at you before turning her attention back to a sauce that was bubbling “Sit sweetheart, make yourself at home.”

You let out a quiet sigh as you sat down, ignoring the slight wetness Melissa had caused when she said ‘sweetheart’. You weren’t surviving the night.

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Dinner had been pleasant; the food was excellent and the company was even better. The two of you had talked for hours about almost everything. It was getting late and you were dreading having to leave but you knew it was for the best.

“So I should probably get going.” You glanced towards the door, then back to Melissa. “Tonight has been amazing though.” You smiled at her as you put your plate in the dishwasher and began to collect your things.

“Yeah, we should do it again some time.” Melissa smiled back at you. “What time is Ivy’s sitter expecting you back?”

“Oh, no, Ivy is at my friend’s place tonight. She gets on with her two kids like they’re her siblings.” You laugh, fondly remembering all the times Ivy begged you to let her go to Aunty Sandy’s house so she could play with her kids.

“Okay, well I’ll see you later kid.” Melissa walked you to her door, getting lost in your eyes for a moment before placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. You giggled again and Melissa nearly dragged you back in to the house to fulfil her fantasies of fucking you over her kitchen counter. If your laugh was that sweet, she could only imagine how melodic your moans would be. You softly bid her goodnight and made your way to your car.

Melissa closed the door behind you and began to put the rest of the dishes in the dishwasher. Once she was finished, her mind couldn’t help but go back to that tight shirt you had been wearing. She knew it was wrong as her hand wandered underneath her tight pants to touch where she had been aching all night. She gently rubbed herself as she made her way to the sofa, forever grateful she had the hindsight to put plastic coverings on the cushions. Her face began to flush as her fingers worked faster, occasionally dipping down to where she needed it the most. Her breathing picked up and she threw her head back, seeing a flash of white. You had left your scarf behind. It wasn’t cold and she was sure you wouldn’t miss it. She pulled her other hand from where it was nestled in her underwear and reached for the scarf when, for the second time that evening, the doorbell rang, startling her.

“Hey Mel, sorry- I forgot my-” You noticed her flushed face and messy hair. “Are you okay?”

Melissa could do nothing but let out a whimper. You raised your eyebrows in shock before realising you had inadvertently walked in on her. “Oh shit- sorry, I’m just gonna… I’ll get out of your hair” You tried to rush out but Melissa grabbed your forearm before you could and dragged you into the house.

“Stay?”

You answered her with a searing kiss to her lips. Were you moving too fast? Probably but you had been dreaming of this moment since you first laid eyes on Melissa Schemmenti. You walked her back and she hit the wall, hissing as your teeth clashed together at the force. Melissa was silently thankful she now had the wall to support her as she felt her knees grow weaker. As you tried to pull away for a breather, Melissa tangled her hand in your hair and snuck the other one underneath your shirt. The two of you looked at each other, both panting hard.

“You sure you want this?” Melissa asks, her expression uncertain.

It takes you a minute to answer, too occupied revelling in the tingling feeling on your scalp as Melissa plays with your hair. “The only time I can cum now is if I pretend it’s your fingers fucking me rather than mine.”

The look on Melissa’s face was priceless.

She was sure she was going to cum right there so she dragged you over to the sofa and sat you on her lap. She slipped her hand into your underwear and gasped when she felt just how wet you were. She wanted nothing more than to make you work for your pleasure but there would be plenty of time for that. Your moans spurred her on as she worked her hand faster and faster. Your dishevelled look and the way your head was thrown back made you look heavenly. Melissa kissed your neck and chest, sucking and biting, before pulling away to admire her handiwork. She felt giddy as she watched your skin go red where she had marked it, knowing those marks weren’t going away anytime soon.

“Mel, are you sure marking me up is a good idea?” You said through laboured breaths, getting closer and closer to your climax “Iv might-”

“Shh, I have to mark you hon, how else will Gregory know you’re mine.”

Melissa’s possessiveness made you clench around her fingers and she drove them into you harder, enjoying the way your juices spread over her palm. Melissa watched you in awe as you came undone on top of her.

By now, Melissa was soaking. Watching you had just about pushed her over the edge and she was prepared to beg for you to finish her off. Luckily, you wouldn’t make her beg this time. You looked at her with lust filled eyes as you got off her and kneeled in front of her. You patted her thigh to signal to her that you wanted her to raise her hips and you took off her jeans and underwear. Her thighs were slick and it made your mouth water. You licked your lips before licking and nipping your way up her inner thighs. Melissa moaned and unconsciously spread her legs wider. Her breath hitched as she tried to hold back another, louder, moan when you finally reached her core. You pulled away from her, making her whine and buck her hips up.

“Nuh uh, I want to hear every one of your sounds or I’ll stop.”

Melissa removed her hand from where it was over her mouth and you returned yours to her core, licking and sucking where she needed you to. Melissa’s legs began to shake as she chased her high, weaving her hands into your hair to ground herself. You reached up and ran your nails under her breasts, making her shiver. You took your dominant hand from where it was tracing patterns on Melissa’s skin and dipped your fingers into her, pushing her over the edge and into bliss.

Once the two of you had both caught your breath, you let out a stuttered “Fuck”

“Not yet baby but I’ve got a strap that’s begging to have your mouth wrapped around up in my room.”

You let out a breathy laugh as Melissa hauled you to your feet, leading you upstairs to her bedroom.

~~~~~

It was 7:34 when you woke up. Light streamed through the curtains and you felt sore from last night’s activities. Melissa was a mess of hair and she had her arm swung possessively over your midriff. She snored softly and all you wanted to do was melt back into her embrace but you had to get Ivy. You attempted to sit up but Melissa pulled you back down, holding on to you tighter.

“Mel” you whispered out - not quite sure why you were whispering when you wanted her to wake up. She grumbled, but let go of you long enough that you could get up.

Melissa was a surprisingly heavy sleeper. You got changed, sighed at the amount of hickeys left on your body, and tried to find some paper and a pen to write a quick note for the sleeping redhead. You felt bad for leaving like this but if you were late for Ivy, Sandy would kill you. Plus, you were pretty sure if you woke her up you would either be killed or Melissa wouldn't let you leave her bed and you really had to go. You clicked the front door shut and made your way back home to hopefully hide any evidence of what you had gotten up to last night from your best friend and daughter.

You were just glad you weren't the only one covered in marks. You hoped Melissa had a hard time covering up the ones she had too.

#melissa x reader #melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader #abbott elementary #Melissa schemmenti smut #melissa schemmenti imagine

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lambiewrites · 8 months

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Camping w/ Saw Characters

Characters included: John Kramer, Amanda Young, Mark Hoffman, Lawrence Gordon, Adam Stanheight. Plus, me and Y/N (because I said so)

Warnings: none, except mentions of smoking, getting hurt?? Idk

Notes: Reader is gender neutral and everything is platonic. Even our relationships with each character (unless otherwise stated in other fics I may write)

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John Kramer: I personally feel like John really enjoys the outdoors and seeing as though we see him chilling on a park bench, sketching his traps 24/7, I feel like he’d really enjoy it. Loves the peacefulness except when everyone (Amanda and Mark) are fighting. Definitely fishing at 7am. Struggling because he may or may not have to sleep on the ground. We definitely bought peepaw as many blankets and sleeping bags as possible. He gets cold so easily, bless his heart. Wants to enjoy the hiking trails but, can’t because he’s either in his wheelchair at this point or it’s just a struggle for him in general. (Mad at me because I complained about my knee the entire time even though I’m perfectly fine.) definitely giving Y/N a lesson on the outdoors.

Lawerence Gordon: Didn’t really want to come but he was sorta forced to. Definitely the group’s medic. Lecturing everyone on where they should and shouldn’t step. Pissed because Adam keeps smoking even in the non smoking areas like the woods where there’s been really bad wildfires. Adam does not care though. Dr.Gordon helped pitch everyone’s tent and tried to tell me and Y/N how we could easily pitch our tents but we didn’t listen. He actively carries the first aid kit literally everywhere. This man also had to pull me out of the fishing creek because I slipped on some rocks and nearly fell in. (He and Adam are sharing a tent shhhh ❤️)

Amanda Young: A little less than thrilled to be here. It’s cold and wet. Plus she had better things to do. Constantly at John’s side making sure he’s not too cold and that he’s enjoying himself. Pitched her own tent and probably is sleeping in it by herself unless Y/N wants to share it. Stays up all night worrying about peepaw and maybe other campers (or bears) Definitely one to tell the darkest, scariest, goriest story at the campfire. Is she fighting with Mark the entire time? Oh yeah probably. Is she yelling at me the entire time? Yes. Is Y/N telling her about their nature knowledge (if that’s your hyperfixations) Yes. Amanda definitely wants to go home but she’s sticking it out for peepaw.

Mark Hoffman: (My favorite camping headcannon to write lmao) Complaining about pitching the tents because no one else can apparently. Honestly would rather die than be out here but, he’s making the most of it. Yes, we do have his ass grilling, why wouldn’t we? It’s his job now. Did we make him make the fire? We did actually. Watched me fall off the rocks and into the creek and did not care. Thought it was funny, wished I had drown. Y/N is the only one who he isn’t mad at (congratulations!). Yet. Secretly enjoys the camping but won’t say anything about it. Probably sleeping in a tent by himself. (Maybe Y/N is sharing it with him?) I have decided that this man physically cannot stand me and that’s okay.

Adam Stanheight: This man has been chain smoking since we got here. Obviously taking as many pictures as he physically can. OF EVERYTHING!!! Tried to help Lawerence set up the tent but got bored. Almost started a forest fire but felt instantly bad. Definitely got a lecture from it. Sits at the fire and makes s’mores. Watched me burn myself trying to roast marshmallows and laughed at me (I deserved it, trust me). Loves the outdoors actually and he’s thrilled to be there. Like a little squirrel running around with his camera ❤️😭✌🏻 Y/N is forcing him to take cute little selfies of them with trees and mountains. We’re hanging up the Polaroids all over the place. We’re gonna look so aesthetic, trust me xoxo

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Notes: This was quickly made and probably shitty but, just bare with me lol this is my first one and I love it. I think it’s funny. A lot of this was pulled from my actual camping trip at the beginning of the month. I hope y’all enjoyed and feel free to request stuff! I love you guys!

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#saw #saw franchise #saw memes #saw headcannons #kayla’s headcannons #saw community #john kramer #lawrence gordon #adam stanheight #mark hoffman #amanda young #y/n #x reader #jigsaw apprentices #jigsawintern #camping #ask #request

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the1975attheirverybest · 4 months

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Promises To Keep

A/N: Day 4 of valentines week!

Warnings: none

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“I- umm,” Jo’s voice quivered. “I’m p-pregnant?”

Matty looked down at the 4 pregnancy tests, all clearly indicating, either in “+” or lines, or big bold letters “PREGNANT.” He grabbed one of the opened boxed, scanning over the fine print. “Mhm. Y-you’re definitely pregnant. It would seem.”

He looked up at her from the bathroom floor, as she sat, wide-eyed on the side of the bathtub, staring down at the mess of tests at her feet. Matty was, of course, overjoyed. This was the best news of his entire life. He’s always wanted to be a father. And the fact that it had happened without them planning it or trying? He’s not one for religion but he was certain that’s what he would call a blessing, if ever such a thing existed. He wanted to scream it from the rooftops. until he could determine Jo’s feelings on the matter, though, he was trying to remain calm. And it was killing him. He wanted to hoist her into his arms and hold her tight. He wanted to kiss her from head to toes. He wants to cry. But he had to stay focused and supportive.

“I- am gonna be a mom? Like- a mother?”

“Mhm.”

“L-life is…g-growing? Inside me? I- have a womb and shit?”

Matty frowned. “Pretty sure you’ve always had a womb- that’s not the point,okay.” He corrected himself. “Well, erm….life doesn’t begin at conception, Jo.”

Her eyes met his for the first time since the tests turned positive. “Right.” She mumbled. “It’s not a baby. It’s just cells.”

Matty’s heart sank. But he couldn’t argue with facts. “Just cells.” He echoed.

Jo’s hand absently moved to rest on her nonexistent bump. Matty’s hand itched to rest atop hers, but he held back. He watched her look into the distance as she pictured her future. 9 months from today. A child changes everything. Her life. Her body. Her career. Not to mention, her relationship. She was under no illusions when it came to parenthood. She’d watched enough of her friends go through the process to know about the sleepless nights, and the breastfeeding problems and the ever-present smell of poopy diapers in the house no matter how much cleaning one does. She was young. Her career had just taken off. She has just started to get a sense of who he is as an adult….and yet….

The notion of having a baby, one that is half her and half Matty, felt bigger, better, more right than anything else that she had planned or foreseen for herself in the future. The idea that the two of them could love each other so much to the point of making a whole third person out of this love was the perfect next step for their relationship.

Tears stung the backs of her eyes; a smile danced on her lips. “Well, we’ve both always said we want to be parents…”

Matty’s eyes lit up at her words. “Yes! We have!” He said, half standing up.

“I mean- nobody’s getting any younger- I make good money-“

“I’m rich, Jo. In case you haven’t-“

“And I work in design I can do that from anywhere-“

“I don’t have to work at all!” Matty yelled out, as if announcing the fact to a room full of people.

“You, do, in fact, have to work. You leave for tour tonight.”

Matty got up to sit beside her on the edge of the bathtub. “Right. If this child decides to ignore school and start a band….they’re going to live in our house for a long time. We’ll need a bigger house.”

Jo giggled at the image that his words had painted.

“Speaking of house….i can’t go tonight. You’re pregnant.”

“Don’t be stupid! You can go. You have to go.”

“And leave my pregnant- not wife.” He chuckled. “Funny, I- always thought: rock band, husband, then kids. Guess not everything happens in the order you want it to happen.”

Jo nodded. “Yeah,” she sighed. “I…always thought I’d feel like an adult by the time that I got pregnant. You know, sort of in the way that moms do?”

“Mhm.”

“Moms always….know everything. Like what to wear to things and what to do if a scab won’t heal, and how to make the perfect roast potatoes.”

“Roast potatoes?” Matty frowned. “You make a good roast, Jo-“

“Yeah but I can never get them quite right. You know, crispy and golden on the outside but tender and fluffy on the inside?”

He nodded along, recognizing what she meant, “sure. Yeah.”

“Our child is gonna grow up eating subpar potatoes, Matty.”

Matty held his head in his hands, letting her words fly by. Their child was going to be subjected to a lifetime of imperfect potatoes. A lifetime. With a child. They’re having a child. He’s gonna be a dad! He’s having Jo’s baby!

“Hey, Jo?” He called out, his voice echoing through the porcelain tub.

“Yes, Matty?”

He picked his head up and looked at her, flashing her a huge, shimmering grin. “We’re having a baby!”

The joy that lit up his eyes was impossible to ignore. Jo’s smile softened. “We’re having a baby….”

***

“I don’t know….should we?”

Jo overheard Matty ask as he paced his home studio with the door only halfway closed.

“I reckon we could postpone at least….”

She peered in. He was on FaceTime with George.

“Maybe we discuss this with….everyone, including Jamie, in the room. That way we’ll have a better idea.” George suggested. “Do they all know already?”

“Ross does. Hann didn’t answer so I left him a vague and cryptic message.” Matty paused the back and forth, finally settling in his desk chair. “Fuck! I’ve got to call mom! And dad!”

Those words were Jo’s last straw. She rushed into the room, snatching the phone out of his hand. “You will do no such thing!” She looked down at George through the screen. “Hey, George.”

“Hey, mate. Congrats on the baby!”

She was surprised by the new rush of excitement that hearing his congratulations had brought her. It was the first outside acknowledge of her motherhood. “Thank you!” She squealed, then, glancing at Matty, recalled the reason she’d barreled in here. “We’re not telling your parents. I can’t fuckin believe you’ve told the boys already!” She sighed. “Sorry, George.”

“No worries. I kinda can’t believe it either, if I’m honest.”

Matty frowned, leaning forward “why not?!”

“You’re meant to wait! Until after the first trimester!”

“Yeah, I know that, but why?”

Jo had began to speak, but George unknowingly cut her off

“Well- it’s usually when the risk of miscarriage is lower stuff…” he said matter-of-factly, recovering a weird look from Matty through the camera. “What? We went over this with Adam and Carly. Don’t you remember? You never pay attention to anything….”

Jo smiled, sitting in Matty’s lap so that they’re both in the FaceTime camera frame. “Sorry to interrupt your call but I think Matty and I need to have a little chat before….whatever this is goes any further.”

George nodded. “Understood. Hey, Matty, listen….in terms of the band stuff…whatever you decide to do is fine, honestly. Just let us know what you need. If you don’t wanna tour, we’ll sort it out.” Matty nodded, and waved goodbye, a silent cue that he was hanging up.

“What’s this I hear about you not wanting to tour?” Joe spoke as soon as she was certain that Matty had put his phone away.

“Jo, you’re pregnant!”

“I’m aware.”

Matty rolled his eyes. “I can’t just- get on a plane and fuck off to another country. New city every other day. No idea when I’ll be home again.”

He watched her face scrunch into a puzzled expression.

“Why not?”

His jaw dropped, shaking his head in disbelief. “Im not gonna miss all the doctors appointments and the- morning sickness and the- everything!

Jo was touched by his determination, not that she ever doubted that he would be anything less than all in. Still; seeing it written all over his face was overwhelming. “Matty-“

“No! He stomped his foot as he spoke. “I’m going to be a dad, now. I’ve got to- to rearrange my priorities. I’m not going to just leave you. No way. Alright?”

“Honey, don’t you think it’s a bit too early to be make decisions like this?” Her eyes looked into his, so Matty didn’t notice when she reached for his hand, he flinched, initially, relaxing to her touch slowly.

He took a deep breath, attempting to slow down his racing heart. “I- I would just- like to know what my options are. If…canceling tour is possible, or if, pushing it back a few weeks might be an alternative. I think….the sooner that I have all the information, the better for baby.”

“For- b-baby?” Jo’s lips involuntarily curled into a smile as she repeated his words.

“Mhm. Baby. As in….our child. Sophia if it’s a girl. Aiden if it’s a boy.”

Jo chuckled, heartily. “Sophia? Aiden? What the fuck, Matty?! We’ve only known about… ‘baby’ for like a few hours. You’ve already named it?”

“Jo, I’ve been naming our children since our first date.”

She rolled her eyes. “That kind of talk doesn’t work on me. I know all of your tricks.”

“And I still knocked you up! Ha! I win!”

Jo ran her hand through his hair. “Seriously, though, Matty. We are not naming our child ‘Aiden.’”

He looked at her with big sad eyes, “No Aiden? You don’t like it?”

“I hate it.”

Matty ducked his head, pressing his forehead to hers. “Fine. His name isn’t Aiden. No weird, artsy French names, though, okay?”

“Really?” She pouted, “but I’ve always dreamed of naming my baby boy Jacques.”

“No, you haven’t” Matty saw through her lie instantly.

She laughed, silently, her body shaking with his arms wrapped around her.

“See, Jo? I know all of your tricks, too.”

***

Jo’s arm felt around in the dark attempting to wrap her arms around her sleeping boyfriend. Instead, she was met with the cold bedding where Matty normally slept.

Half asleep, she turned the bedside light on and saw that matty wasn’t in bed.

Instead, she found him downstairs, in the middle of the hallway, standing on top of a ladder, with a screwdriver in his hand.

“Jesus fuckin Christ, Matty, it’s 2 in the morning!” Her eyes squinted, adjusting to the light.

“Oh” he spared her a quick glance, “hey, Jo.”

“‘Hey, Jo’ ? Really? Matty what on earth are you doing up there!”

“Smoke detectors.” He mumbled “first step of baby-proofing is smoke and carbon monoxide detectors.”

Jo exhaled, it was too late into the night for this conversation and she was tired. “And you’re…doing what exactly?”

“Checking to see if we have that.”

“Matty, this house is worth millions of dollars, I’m sure it’s got the right kind of smoke detectors.”

Matty shrugged, screwing the tip of the screwdriver into the nail. “I don’t know that for certain. I never thought about a child living here when I signed the stuff that got installed in here. I’m sure I thought ‘I’m never in here long enough to be poisoned by carbon monoxide anyway.’ So….”

“My love? Listen-“

“Think I’m gonna have to cancel tour.” He announced. “Postponing my flight isn’t enough. There’s no way I’m going to be finished baby-proofing before rehearasals week is over.”

Jo grabbed a hold of Matty’s leg, tugging on his joggers. “Matty- that’s it - that’s enough. Get down here. You’ve gone over to the crazy side. I need you to step down from there and come talk to me. Please.”

***

Jo brought over two mugs of chamomile tea, handling one to Matty before taking a seat next to him. “Drink it. It’ll help.”

“Thanks, darlin.” He kissed her.

She watched him blow on his drink for a moment, and take his first sip. “Matty, what’s going on with you? Why aren’t we both in bed right now?”

He looked down at his reflection in the tea, avoiding her eyes. “Just couldn’t sleep. So I figured I’d get started on some things. It’s a big deal, Jo.”

“Matty, you don’t have to do it all overnight, you get that, right? The baby isn’t even a baby right now. It’s a tiny cluster of cells! It takes 9 months for it to grow.”

“And I’d be gone for 9 months!” Matty raised his voice for the first time since Jo has met him. “Tour is 18 months at a time. So that’s enough time for a while fuckin human being to be made, and to almost turn a year old! If I can’t leave you knowing that you’re safe and prepared, then im not fuckin leaving! It’s not that hard to understand.”

She set her beverage down, placing her hands on his shoulders instead.

“You know I called some accountants today?”

“Oh?”

“To see about….a will.”

“Jesus fuckin- that’s morbid, Matty!”

“What? I’m just….being practical. If anything should happen to me. I- I want my kid — and you— to be all sorted….anyway, they- they said things would be a lot easier if we had a marriage certificate or whatever.”

Jo withdrew her hands, frowning. “I swear to god, Matthew, if this is your way or fuckin proposing-“

Matty giggled. “No, no! Cmon! I’m insane but I’m not THAT insane. I wouldn’t just…do it like that. I’m just saying….i do wish that our child could’ve been born into a marriage. You know?”

“Why does it matter?”

“It- doesn’t. Not really. Just- would feel more certain.”

She smiled, finally understanding. “I forget that you’re actually a tightly wound ball of anxiety sometimes.”

Matty chuckled.

“Very well, then. Let’s do it.”

“Do what?” He turned around to look at her.

“Get married. Right now. Let’s do it.”

“Right now? Jo- it’s the middle of the night, darling.”

“I know.” She rolled her eyes. “But we can still do it. Between us! The paperwork and the marriage liscence and all that is just legal bureaucracy. You’re rich. Your parents are rich. Baby will be fine with that stuff. So, that stuff aside….what is marriage if not a set of promises that we promise to keep together?”

Matty’s lips parted, but he had nothing to say. He remained speechless, eyes glued to her face.

“So, let’s make each other promises right now. You and me….and the baby. Let’s get married.”

“R-really?”

Jo giggled. “Yeah, if…if saying a promise will make it feel more certain, more forever….if it’ll get you to shut up and go to bed, then why not?”

Matty smiled, wide. “Okay, let’s fuckin do it! Baby and wedding in one day. I’m really doing it all, huh?”

***

She held his hands in hers, their fingers intertwined. “Who’s gonna go first?” She asked.

“Oh! I’ve got one!” Matty said, “I- promise….to learn how to check smoke detectors cuz….if I’m being honest I…had no idea what I was doing up there. I was just gonna crack it open and see if there was a YouTube tutorial that would explain it to me.”

Jo laughed, dramatically. Her head landing in Matty’ lap for a moment.

“Okay….umm…I promise to love you, even when you’re doing insane shit like looking up tutorials of essential safety measures at 3 in the morning.”

Matty brought her hand to his lips, kissing it. “I promise to talk to you first. Before I go off cracking open smoke detectors. I know- I know I tend to- go a bit insane without really saying anything. But we can’t have that. I’ll- be better about it. Promise.”

“I promise to give you grace and be more patient when you inevitably lose it again and start acting like a lunatic. I know you do it out of love. And it’s cute. So, I should just…go easier on you”

“It’s cute, you say?” Matty wriggled his eyebrows.

“Oh, stop that. You’ve already got me pregnant. You know I think you’re cute.”

Matty was surprised to feel himself blush. He laughed, softly, his head thrown back. Then, he straightened his back, looking serious all of the sudden. “I promise to teach our child how to love you right by setting an example for them every single day.”

“I promise to love you second most. Right after our child, of course.”

“I….find that a fair arrangement. May I kiss the bride now?”

Jo beamed at him. “Fuck yeah, you may.”

“I love you, Josephine.”

“I love you, too, Matthew.”

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NieR Orchestra Concert 12024 [the end of data] (London, 15/2/2024)

NieR concert was incredible just as expected. Honestly, from the moment I got there - the cosplayers, the general atmosphere, it was just a good place to be surrounded by NieR nerds lmao. So many people happy to chat with the stranger next to them, kind of a con vibe.

But of course we were there for the music! And it was fuckin amazing. The emi evans/j'nique nicole duets😭These were special orchestral arrangements specifically for this concert, and the way the sound of the orchestra fills the space, how you can see a phrase physically ripple across the orchestra... I don't get to go to a lot of concerts but I really should try to go more often, because it's something else to hear orchestral music.

below: further comments on the concert, lots of cosplay photos.

The multimedia elements also worked really well - every piece was accompanied with backing videos using either demosceney abstract visuals or images from the games, along with text that told a short story over the course of the concert, with some segments voice acted by the English voices of 2B and 9S (Kira Buckland and Kyle McCarley, who have previously made their own performances of the original Japan-only concert readings). I won't spoil the story in this post since there are still concerts to come, but it was... not that substantial I'll admit, but sweet, and a nice framing device to create a flow through the songs and various moments from the games.

Hearing J'nique Nicole's voice live though, that was incredible. Emi Evans was there just as last time, and just as amazing as always - but this time we had both of them on stage together, and it was absolutely sublime. We all went wild. They performed duets in several songs, with the standouts naturally being A Beautiful Song, Ashes of Dreams, and of course Weight of the World. I think we all thought that was the end because we gave it a standing ovation but then Emi came back out to perform Kainé. After that we got into the groove of standing up and stood up again like three more times lol.

Yoko Taro and Yosuke Saito showed up at the end and made a bunch of rapidfire jokes in Japanese that the translator couldn't keep up with, bless her. But we got to give them like the fourth standing ovation of the night, and made a lot of noise when Yoko Taro suggested it would persuade the president of Squeenix to fund a sequel. I'm sure they appreciated it lmao. I think it must be so weird for Yoko Taro to go from someone with a career of niche, unsuccessful games to being internationally renowned to the point that a massive auditorium full of people in multiple countries will go absolutely nuts just to hear him speak a language we mostly don't speak.

Good mix of people who were at a NieR concert for the first time and people who'd been to the last one. There was a guy near me who had apparently been to the Berlin concert just a few days before, and snagged a ticket for this one literally yesterday just to get it again with better acoustics. I respect it lol. Everyone I spoke to was remarkably friendly - last time I went to one of these things I felt really nervous about approaching anyone but it seems I've gotten better about that kind of thing in the last few years. Anyway, people had come from all over - I chatted with a pair of Americans from Boston all the way down the merch line.

Here are some pictures, mostly of cosplayers. I am still getting used to shooting with the DSLR my friend gave me, so not all of these came out perfectly steady and some of them the exposure wasn't right,, but there are some nice ones in here...

bokeeeeehhhhhhhhh... I spoke a bit to the owner of this 9S doll. Her mum was there too, and it turns out she's a haberdasher who makes cosplays for her daughters and has now done over 70. That's a legendary mum right there.

The 9S cosplayer here gave me his instagram. he's a pro photographer so I feel a little embarassed at the quality of the photos I took of him ^^'

I got some merch too, since I understand it's the main way events like this support themselves.

That Kainé thing isn't a print, it's a vinyl record with a few arrangements of Kainé. Though I was totally prepared to buy it as a print because it's a lovely drawing. I don't actually own a record player, but one day I'll surely listen to it ^^'

I was too fatigued to make a cosplay this time, but I'm sure there will be another concert and next time, for sure, I will go as Devola or Popola. Unless Yoko Taro comes up with another redhead character in the meantime lmao.

#nier #nier automata #nier replicant #nier reincarnation #nier orchestra concert #if you're in any of those photos please let me know! i'm gonna post them on instagram and twitter too

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MY EYES... MY TEARY EYES! 🥹

ABOUT ELVIS AND GLADYS' BOND. ♥

"Watching the snow reminded me of Elvis' mother. She used to say that if snowed in Memphis when Elvis was gone, she always went outside and gathered up enough in a pan to make snowballs for Elvis to see when he came back. She put them in the freezer of the refrigerator to keep. Elvis loved to see it snow at Graceland." Excerpts from "Elvis: This One's For You" by Arlene Cogan.

No wonder why EP missed his mother dearly. There's many types of moms but the Gladys type of mommy is a true blessing - the ones which heart's that almost burst while trying to make you feel their love for you. It's almost a physical need to pour love in their children every way they can. Towards their children, they have all love languages at once: words of encouragement, sound advice, physical touch/cuddles, actions… It's suffocating, but in a wonderful way. Gladys Love Presley was the sweetest mom anyone could wish for. EP was fortunate in many ways - starting from his family - but what a misfortune was to lose Gladys so early in his life. Love is a dangerous splendid thing anyway. It's best to have it and lose it than never being touched by it. Gladys' love for her son was bigger than life anyway. ♥ -- Note: The excerpt from that book reminded me this footage below, where Gladys is playing with the snow with Vernon (C. January, 1958). There's also another book that mentions her saving some snow so that Elvis could see it later when he came back home (i don't remember what book, unfortunately, but I've read this before).

Above, pictures takes in 1957, during "Loving You" movie production. Gladys actually appears on the big screen for a few seconds in this Presley early movie. EP dances next to her while singing "Got A Lot O' Livin' To Do" by the end of the movie… It's so cute!

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Photo 5-13: March 23-24th, 1958

Elvis was about to be inducted in the US Army. The photos showing the Presley's alone were taken March 23rd, a day before Elvis' army induction day. On the actual induction day, on March 24th (pictures 11-13), there's footage where EP's hopping a bus together with other fellow guys, heading to the army camp to the beginning of the basic trainning and his 2-year epic journey as Private Presley in the U.S. Army. Gladys was visibly shaken and heartbroken to see her beloved son go away and the reason why. Some family members and friends said Gladys was terrified thinking about the horrors of World War II that she seriously feared for Elvis' life and well-being as a soldier. She never got over it, even though Elvis and everybody else tried to convince her nothing was going to happen, after all they were living at the Cold War period, therefore there wasn't reasonable reasons in being anxiously alarmed. Nothing seemed to comfort Gladys. We know she sadly passed away on August, 1958, a few months after Elvis was inducted in the army. Years later, EP would say to one of his intimate acquaintances "my mommy really worried to death." It's so sad... in a poetic way. IDK what I'm talking about right now… It's like she couldn't live without her little boy, literally. Gladys was so close to her son! The reciprocity is true. She was the only person EP trusted blindfolded, with all his heart, body, mind and soul. Gladys only had the best intentions for her son. She didn't care about the money or fame. She actually asked him many time if it wouldn't be better/safer if he gave up his career and just became a business man, a owner of some local company in Memphis/TN, got married, had his own family, and lived a nice, calm, Southern life. EP used to get upset with that "nonsense" talk, because he loved his career greatly and everything was working out just fine for him... he was in love with his music and his fans. He was born to be the King of Rock and Roll and he worked very hard for it every single day. It wasn't right to chicken up. He wouldn't give it up his career, even for his beloved mommy. Yet, Gladys couldn't help herself but to worry something bad could happen if she was not by his side 24/7. A typical loving mom behavior. Even when she acted overprotective like that and drove Elvis insane sometimes, it was all out of the purest heavenly true love... and he knew it.

Although she was uneasy most of the time, thinking about Elvis' well being, the constant travelling on the road all the time, having tabloids badmouthing him, a portion of American society threatening to put him in jail, crazy passionate fans scratching the hell out of him, trying to touch him to the point they'd tear his clothes off his body, even so Gladys supported Elvis' career and was by his side whatever he decided to do. He knew how blessed he was having her for his mother, and Elvis did his best to protect his mommy's heart - even by hiding some of the bad happenings in his life from her. He wouldn't let anything break her heart... even himself.

Yet, so soon the day came when she was gone. Elvis never ceased missing his mommy.

Shantay Perrish, a dedicated fan shared the following story: "We arrived about 7:00 pm that following evening and were shocked to see Elvis leaving on his Harley with a blue flower arrangement strapped to the rear. I quickly went to the guard house shack and asked Harold Lloyd, "Is that who I think it was?" Harold said, "Yes that was Elvis, but don't follow him." We waited there and he returned to Graceland within the hour. Earlier that day we had gone to pay our respect to his mother at Forest Hill, never thinking of Elvis possibly showing up. The next morning we again went to Forest Hill Cemetery and there on Gladys grave was the arrangement of blue flowers we had seen the night before on the motorcycle. Elvis had been to visit his mother in a quiet personal moment."

Photos and excerpt from the book "Elvis Behind the Image."

This event possibly took place circa August 11th, 1977. A few days before Elvis Presley sadly passed away on August 16th. The photo 1 shows Elvis leaving Graceland that day and the photo 2 is Gladys' grave site with the blue flower arrangement he placed there for his mommy for one last time. Elvis assured to send flowers there often over the years since Gladys' passing, but this time he delivered it there himself. Isn't intriguing, to say the least?

Oh, mama liked the roses but most of all she cared About the way we learned to live And if we said our prayers Oh, mama liked the roses in such a special way We bring them every Mother's Day And put them on her grave Oh, mama liked the roses Mmmm Mama liked the roses

In loving memory of Gladys Love Presley ♥

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Alastor's Leash

Chapter 2

Alastor paced in his room, his ears laid flat, looking at his mother's number on the phone screen. He didn't want to admit it but… He was scared. Yes, he was afraid of hearing her voice again. Worried it wouldn't sound how he remembered. Terrified she would be disappointed in him. But her letter… She specifically asked him to call her. And he could never tell her no, she was his mother! She gave everything to raise him after his father walked out on them when he was small. He owed her this much at least.

He finally pressed the button and felt his whole body run cold and hot at the same time as the dial tone began. He put it on speaker and set it down on his table. His hands were shaking too much to keep hold of it.

Suddenly, the tone stopped… There was a moment of silence before a sweet woman's voice came through, “Hello?”

“H-hello… Mother.” His voice wavered. He couldn't help it. It was her! She sounded just how he remembered.

He heard her gasp, “Is… That my baby? You finally called.” She sounded ready to cry on her end too. “Oh Al, how have you been? Are you eating enough? Did you get my recipe book?”

“Yes, I've been eating quite well, I have a few friends here who are excellent cooks. And I still remember your jambalaya recipe… Thank you for teaching Zariah your gumbo recipe though. I could never get it quite right.” He started to relax into this conversation, it was just like the ones they'd had in the kitchen when he'd come home from work.

“Of course. And I'm sure she'll get plenty of use out of my book! She's just the sort of darling I'd always hoped you'd end up with dear. If you two have a wedding, you better send me pictures!”

“Mother, she's not- it's not like that. She's just a very dear friend of mine…”

“Son, if you're still waiting for ‘miss perfect’, you'll be waiting forever. Zariah treats you well right? She said she wants to be with you forever, and wants to make you happy everyday.”

He sighed, he couldn't argue with her, she was getting into that tone . The one that she used when lecturing him.

“You're right as always, and she really does make me happy, when she's not getting in trouble and driving me crazy having to protect her. I just… I don't think I can feel the kind of love she deserves… I'm not… normal.”

“Did she ask ya for normal? Did she ask for the kind of love others can give? Or did she just ask ya to be by her side and love her the way you can?” Her tone became firm, she was not about to let him sabotage a good thing!

“The… the latter… I guess I'm just scared I'll mess it up.” He admitted.

“You're not your father, Al. You're my baby and I raised you right.” He could picture her in his mind, hands on her hips and a stern pout on her face. “I know you didn't forget what I taught you about how to treat a lady, so I know you ain't gonna mess it up in any way you can't fix! Have more faith in yourself! Otherwise I'll come down there and straighten you out!”

Fear filled him, “No! Mama, you- you can't! I won't allow you to come to hell! You don't belong here! Please, stay up there, where I know you're safe! Please!” Desperation filled his voice, the fake accent and radio filter dropping off completely.

There was a moment of silence before he heard her sigh, “Alright… Only because I don't want to upset you. But I got a special favor to ask of you, my sunshine.”

He felt himself melt at the endearment she used to call him as a child. “Anything. I'd do anything for you Mama, you know that.”

“Zariah said there's a hotel for sinners trying to get to heaven. And that you're working there… I want you to try and get up here too. Okay? Even if you want to keep going to work there, that's fine but… I'd like you to come up and visit once and awhile.”

“Mama, I-” He was shocked and torn. “I don't deserve redemption, I'm a heartless killer who enjoys it! I don't belong up there. As much as I'd love to see you again… just hearing your voice is more of a blessing than I deserve.”

“Baby boy… my sunshine, please try, for me? I need to hold you again.” She sounded so desperate.

“I… okay, I'll try. But I can't promise anything. There's no proof this silly hotel actually works.”

“Yet you're still there helping people. You're a good man deep down, I know it, so don't call yourself heartless again. Now, I have pottery classes soon, so I gotta let you go for now. But absolutely call me again sometime. At least once a week, or else I'm gonna feel like you've stopped caring about me.”

“Mama, I could never stop loving you… I'll try to call every day that I can. I have your voice again, how could I not take advantage of such a blessing?” His smile felt real for once.

“That's my boy… you still got your smile on? I love your smile.” He could picture the smile on her own face.

“Of course, every day I wear it just for you.”

“Good. I look forward to seeing it again. I love you, my sunshine.”

“I love you too, Mama…”

She then hung up and he laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling as tears slowly trailed down his smiling face. He had a lot to think about now, but at least his heart felt full.

#hazbin hotel #alastor x oc #ace alastor #alastor x reader #aroace alastor #alastor #platonic alastor x reader #alastor's mom #alastor's leash

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You know what's just burrowed into my head? given how often poor Camilla was forced to say the word daddy on that show it made me picture lacy saying it to Eddie but in that I'm clearly making fun of you, I'm not into that stuff kind of way but he's our beloved pervy loserboy so of course he short circuits over it anyway. I hope she finds out just how much of a perv he can be now that they've done the do. I mean the whole thing with her pen in the very first chapter? and the shower scene when she had to stay over? I would love to know how she'd react

18+ MINORS DNI i accidentally went crazy on this? god bless you anon happy valentines day

l i t erally she is shoving eddie out the door of the newspaper room after a heavy makeout session where she's got him all wound up and whining on purpose, sing-songing something like, "c'mon, hurry up! everyone in the drama room is gonna be looking around that dungeon, wondering where-oh-where is daddy?"

and eddie just shoves himself between the jamb and the closing door (painfully, for a multitude of reasons) (reasons pertaining to his cock) and hits lacy with the prey animal stare.

"huh? come again?" you'd like that wouldn't you badum tsss etc

but lacy like, knows and like, eats it right up, the way she draws out every syllable with a dirty little mockery of a snarl.

"better run along now, da-a-addy."

eddie manages to wrangle her in for one last kiss, stomach all butterflies and dick all cardiac arrest, "i'm gonna get you for that," and lacy's squealing into his ear, "and your little kitty too! shit! evil!"

"first and last time you'll ever hear it, i guarantee you!" liar!

but, evil actually comes in the form of lacy lifting a pair of her panties from the glovebox of the van later that night.

"hello? have you been doing my laundry or what?"

eddie gets a laceful in the face as she flings them at him. immediate snow white blush on his cheeks, this guy, because he's still toeing the line of being a little bit of a pervert with her. testing the waters. though, she had perched in his lap and watched him jerk off the other day, after specifically asking to which naturally made him cum neatly under the runtime of zeppelin's dazed and confused.

i wanna see how you do it. how do you touch yourself when you're thinking about me?

and she'd been all sweet, tits out and skirt on, running her hand up his chest as he pumped his cock in his fist (he hadn't been allowed to touch her), telling him how pretty he was, how much she liked watching him make himself feel good. eyes never leaving him. studying him like SAT prep. not putting as much as a fingertip on herself, but squirming against his thigh.

this is about me, he realized, heart warming, dick throbbing. she wants to make it about me.

eddie had cum, and had possibly narrowly avoided a hemorrhage of the brain due to how fucking hot that was, and was soon springing to back to life in lacy's palm. she had that effect on him; just when he thought he was spent, boom, he is risen.

he needed a solid fifteen minutes to process the aftershocks after she rode him til both their eyes were streaming, lacy stroking his hair and pretending like she wasn't trembling as much as he was.

if that girl isn't careful. he swears to god. wedding bells. big 'uns.

but. anyway. panties. panties he had been actively using as a gag when he jerked off on the rare occasions she couldn't come meet him. sure. whatever.

"you must've left 'em here!" eddie shrugs (wide-eyed, beautiful, you know the vibes), tossing them back at her, to which lacy rolled her fanned-out mascara'd eyes.

"and walked around commando? when have you ever known me to do that, smartass?"

true. she liked making him take off her panties with his teeth too much, and he liked watching the way she slid them back on. that little jump she did that made her ass shake.

which could be a part of the whole stuffing them in his mouth thing. listen, he didn't have time to ruminate on it.

guilty as all hell, he shrugs again, slapping his hands on the wheel. but eddie's heart is like, hammering. was that a step too far? nabbing her panties out of her room the last time he'd snuck in there?

there's this silence in the van for a couple beats that he hates, even though lacy resumes looking for a tape in the glovebox she's probably never gonna find.

"you know," she goes, eyes downcast, "if you wanted to borrow a pair, you could've just asked."

a stutter in the air. she knows just how to make his record scratch.

"whassat now?" eddie leans in, gripping the steering wheel for dear life.

"you heard me," and her mercurial eyes flash at him, gaze drawing down his body in that way that makes him sure he knows what it's like to do heroin without ever having tried it.

"just, tell me if you ever wanna try 'em on," lacy smiles, and eddie smiles, and eddie also dies somewhat, "i wanna see how cute you look when you're hard in them."

and look, we haven't even begun to think about lacy's reaction the first time he jokingly calls her mommy.

#powder room talk #Anonymous #e. munson by powder #edlacy #hai brainrot #father john misty voice je ee e esus christ girl

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i-did-not-mean-to · 2 years

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Cursed Cards - Part I

So, on this blessed day (birthday of my beloved husband and wedding of an author I SO admire), I offer you a little gift.

Here's a commission by @sauroff for my very favourite boys!!! At the end of the small ficlet I've written for it, you'll find the extra Fingon-reaction-panel and the mini-comic I got (I am still screaming) on which I've based the last part of the story!!!

Cursed cards

Words: 1,21 k

Warnings: Russingon (which is a half-cousin-incest ship)

Context: This might be read as a snippet out of my many Modern!AU stories. Either way, Maedhros and Fingon did not know each other well when they were younger because of their fathers' strife.

“Ai Russo,” Fingon called from the door. “You won’t believe what just arrived.”

As he re-entered the room, he was brandishing a small rectangular piece of cardboard triumphantly; from his perch on the sofa, all Maedhros could make out was a cramped block of handwritten text followed by an eerily familiar, sprawling collection of signatures though.

“What do you have there?” he asked cautiously, craning his long, slender neck to get a better look at what he now clearly identified as a postcard of sorts.

“Your mother has sent me a Christmas card!” Fingon whooped and threw himself on the sofa, the newly-obtained treasure protectively clasped against his broad chest. “And it is the best card anyone has ever received.”

At first, Maedhros was so elated to see his beloved brimming and gleaming with happiness at receiving a missive from Nerdanel that he almost forgot how mischievous his mother could be.

After a few seconds of Fingon cradling his precious card without making any move to share its excellence with him though, Maedhros was overcome by doubt and a terrible suspicion.

“What kind of card is it, darling?” he asked calmly, battling the frown that wanted to crease his smooth, pale brow.

“It’s a family picture,” Fingon said, his voice strained with the effort to suppress a merry guffaw. His eyes were glinting with boundless glee as if he was pondering an excellent joke his lover was not yet privy to.

Instantly, the smile on Maedhros’ face froze into a grimace of pure dread. She wouldn’t do that; his mother knew how much Fingon meant to him. She would never have risked exposing her oldest son to ridicule by digging out the worst holiday picture any family had ever taken.

“Show me!” he demanded shakily and gave a small cry when his worst fears came true. “Oh, no!”

As he tried to snatch the card away, Fingon threw himself around, shielding it with his very body and all but baring his teeth in a territorial frenzy. “No,” he grumbled, “you shall not have it.”

Just by the look on Maedhros’ face, he could tell that he’d destroy the missive if he could.

“Oh, how could she?” Maedhros exclaimed and curled up on himself. “We thought, we really believed, that we had destroyed every last copy of that accursed picture!”

“Why?” Fingon asked cautiously, still keeping his prized possession out of the reach of those terribly nimble and strong hands he so loved to feel on his skin. “It’s an adorable photograph…and you look glorious in it!”

“I…what?” Maedhros combed his fingers through his hair nervously; he was mortified at the mere thought of his dishevelled hair and the awful sweaters his parents had made them wear, so he didn’t so much as glance in the direction of the picture Fingon stared at as if it held every truth of the universe.

“The twins were in the process of strangling me and scalping Káno,” he informed reproachfully. “Moreover, we had to take Moryo to the hospital. It was an awful night!”

Immediately, Fingon’s huge eyes turned compassionate, and Maedhros’ discontent was mellowed by the earnest empathy he read in them. “How come?”

“Moryo tried to wrench himself free and Tyelko toppled backwards over Curvo…” Maedhros rubbed his forehead with a long-fingered hand; in hindsight, he could appreciate how ludicrous this sounded and cringed. “Either way, Moryo then refused to let us see his hand, Tyelko had hit his head against the edge of a table, Curvo was no longer cackling but wailing. Even the twins stilled in their mayhem upon witnessing the chain reaction of disaster.”

When Fingon merely blinked, Maedhros sighed deeply. “They all still have the scars and, apparently, my parents do not think that reason enough to annihilate the incriminating evidence!”

Fingon had started caressing the picture with a tender fingertip, tracing those noble, gorgeous features he saw every time he closed his eyes; he was, of course, sorry that Fëanor’s children had paid this work of art with blood and tears, but he could not bring himself to truly regret their sacrifice.

“It’s fascinating,” he whispered reverentially, “to see that you’ve all made good on the promises of your childhood days.”

“I guess,” Maedhros agreed grumpily, “I am still awkward, Moryo is still ill-tempered, Tyelko is a savage still, and Curvo never stopped being a sneering pest.”

“I was thinking more along the lines of the prodigious beauty, valour, and strength of your line, but suit yourself,” Fingon laughed and nudged his head against the other’s sharp, bony shoulder. “I wish we had known each other back then!”

“I am glad we didn’t.” Maedhros grimaced in deepfelt embarrassment; he was convinced that his unusual complexion had not done him any favours back in the day.

Nevertheless, his face softened as he finally looked upon the round, chubby faces of the brothers he thought of constantly – with equal measures of love and exasperation – and found that the memories of their younger days made him smile wistfully.

“I love it,” Fingon swore perfervidly, “and I love you!”

What else could Maedhros do but sling his arm around Fingon and press a kiss against that temple behind which his beloved would keep the memory of that darned picture forevermore, even if he managed to wrench the card from him and throw it into the fire?

“Don’t let Maglor see it though,” he mumbled insistently, “or Moryo. They hate it with a passion!”

All too soon, Maedhros understood that he might as well have saved his breath though as Fingon proceeded to carry the card on his person all the time.

More than once, Maedhros was fooled into believing that his lover had found some rare new treasure upon finding him gaping at something – evidently immensely precious by the look on his face – clasped in his hands, only to discover that it was the vexatious Christmas picture all over again.

Unfortunately, all his earnest endeavours to take it from Fingon ended in bitter defeats though.

“No way,” Fingon grinned as they companionably stood in Maglor’s living room, “I’m sending this to Ingoldo!”

With his impeccable sense of comedic – or tragic, depending on whom you asked – timing, Maglor suddenly appeared at their side to see Fingon gauchely trying to snap a picture of a postcard while swatting away Maedhros’ hand.

“Nelyo,” Maglor squawked in a melodramatic voice, “please tell me it’s not that photo again!”

He recognised the colour scheme and the chaotic composition even without getting a good look at the object Fingon so ferociously defended from Maedhros’ half-hearted attempts at theft.

“The very same,” Maedhros huffed, “and – if we cannot dissuade him – Finno will make sure everyone with eyes to see will be made aware of our shame!”

Maglor pondered this for a second and then shrugged. “I look somewhat cute in it,” he declared in a regal act of grace, “and it’s – oh, so much – worse for the others, so…I shall condone the propagation of the monstrosity.”

Astounded, Maedhros merely blinked at this utterance; he had just lost a valuable ally.

“Also,” Maglor continued, his eyes glinting sharply, “I shall have my revenge. Charming a middle-aged lady into handing over pictures of her beloved children should be child’s play!”

Here are the promised extra artworks:

I hope you've all liked this, please give @sauroff a big round of applause for being delightful, generous, and absolutely lovely to work with.

As always, lots of love from my little person!

A hooray to love, to friendship, and to happiness. May December be good to you all!!!

-> Part 2

#writing #fanfiction #the silm #the silmarillion #russingon #maedhros #fingon #maedhros x fingon #maglor #the fëanorians #Modern!AU #Tyelko trying to eat Moryo #Curvo is laughing maniacally #sauroff #commissions #so much fun #stay tuned for part II

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Hi all! Bonus links updated! Which means I am back to ramble about it! :D

Hello hello!! :D

Hope you are all having a wonderful day (And if not maybe some rambling can make it better!) Bonus links is back with Homesick part 5.

I LOVE THIS COMIC

Nuff said :D

Im kidding, but im also not kidding. This comic is wonderful and always so well done! I love it sm, also mandatory Loft my beloved, because he is the bestest boy in the worlds.

For the important stuff! All art belongs to @bonus-links and the artist @ezdotjpg. Please go and look at their other stuff too! And I once again thank you for letting me do these.

You can find a link to the comic here!!! Please go and give the original post some love!

Now, Grab a drink, and some popcorn cause I am about to take you on a journey. Mainly a rambling journey, but a journey nonetheless!

Let's do this!

Loft.... Loft are you remembering the same trip I am cause you looked horrified. Im sure he kinda had fun eventually but I remember the shenanigans.

Wake is just happy to be here.

And poor wolf. He Frow up! (This made me cackle so much thank you)

Wake really do be :3 Gives me cat vibes.

I love how expressive he is. He's so proud of himself.

Oh my god, these two deserve the literal world I love them so damn much okay.

(Is this analysis just gonna be me hyping about all of these guys for 30 minutes. Probably, but that's what you signed up for so.... :D )

Okay okay okay

So, Aryll has a joy pendant and this gives me joy, did wake give to her from his adventure? That makes me so happy.

And Tetra! Holy hell she looks so cool! Badass bitch over here and I am here for it.

Also, just to check, Thats Linebecks jacket, right? The one he wore in phantom hourglass. I dont remember seeing him give it to Tetra at any point in time. So, how is it she's come across it?

I assume it's just he gave it to her at one point and she wears it as a sign of respect?

Ohno.... OH NO

Tetra looks like she is about to kill Ganondorf all over again, Also also, the background behind Tetra. Protective mode activated.

This one, I am loving how it looks like water. I was literally screaming, though, you get that feeling you recognise something? It's something Something about the water.

I'll be back...

(Investigates)

OHHHHHHHHHH

ITS FROM THE GANON PICTURE, ITS FROM THE GANON PICTURE. FROM THE UPDATE THEY MET WAKE.

THIS ONE

(From Homesick pt3 - link here!)

Also the shadows? The way the light comes up from below her rather than above her at this point. The final fight had this in the final stages. A nice detail.

This is the face of fear

Help him

Man is about to get killed, tetra is to be feared and I love her.

Also

I THOUGHT THE EYEPATCH WAS A FASHION STATEMENT WHAT HAPPENED. WAKE ARE YOU OKAY?

She has a point. Stabbing Ganondorf in the head is what caused him to turn to stone, so for all she knows Ganondorf could be walking around right now causing havoc.

And how, casual Wake is about it is probably not helping.

I love how protective of Gran Gran Tetra is, (as she should be Gran Gran is wonderful) and she has a point Wake like the hell why are you bringing in shenanigans on your poor Gran Gran's birthday.

LOFT BELOVED

TRULY THE MASTER OF STANDING IN ALL TIMELINES I LOVE HIM A HEALTHY AMOUNT

okay im done

Yeah, Wake go and see your Gran Gran. Can't believe you are late so rude to Gran Gran.

Also him tucking the windwaker in the back of his belt, a nice touch!

Also, I know it's not meant to be a lil face, but I can't unsee the lil face on Tetras cheek. It's so angry and sad and I love it.

Tetra's inner demon is just as mad as she is

Oh my god I love Gran Gran so much

She is actually beloved because she's so sweet! And Wake loves his gran so much I just ahhhhhh

I love them

His little squishy face oh bless him.

Linebeck, Linebeck please, he's lowkey their uncle. Look at how disappointed Wake and Aryll look.

Gran Gran you look wonderful.

Oh they all got towels thats so sweet

Also I am loving the backgrounds, the inside of Gran Gran's House is just wonderful.

So here is some of the stuff I've spotted, which from my understanding come from a mix of Windwaker and Phantom hourglass.

Yahaha! You found him! :D

What I believe is the Town flower? I think that's right.

A Ruto crown I believe!

They went ice skating and thats adorable

Look at this boy

How could you not love him?

Cause I do

Loft my beloved

Me figuring out if this is saying Lie to my gran or Dont lie to my gran because of that hand.

Pretty sure it's Lie to my Gran. But I think it's funnier if it's, Dont lie to my gran.

Take it as you will

Loft using Groose, he looks so nervous I love him,

Wolf picking Rusl makes me so happy. Man is a hometown kid.

Slate, the sweet darling boy. I love all of them very much. Also, with that smug face, he 100% knew what he was doing.

This is the look of a man who likes you because his grandmother approves of you.

Also, I think I would literally die for Gran Gran i love her to pieces and if anything happens to her I will go on a rampage, (Affectionally, with a tub of ice cream)

This update was wholesome I loved it. AND THOSE BACKGROUNDS YES.

Background appreciation time

Look at the detail on the boat!

Even out of focus the fact that you can see the blades of long grass or the hatching on the window.

(ALso look at how sweet my blorbo is Loft beloved)

I just love how much detail is in the house or on the tree to the right hand side here.

And the little flowers just outside I see you. so cute!

Now inside the House is just so incredible looking.

The small details on the blanket on the bed, or the pictures on the wall. The fact that you can make out what they are at this distance is just so cool okay.

Again, the details on the items on the shelf, or in the flowers in the top right-hand corner.

It's just incredible how detailed stuff is and I love it.

Love it so much!

Okay thats my rambles done for another update. Thanks for following along!

I hope you have a great day! :D

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How To Make It Fit

No picture today because there's none that would capture this chapter that tumblr would allow me to post. 🤣

Fandom: Fourth Wing - The Empyrean

Pairing: Violet/Liam/Xaden - Violiaden

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Continuation of Part of our "Us". Liam followed Xaden's and Violet's invitation to join them for a threesome. He's not so sure Violet can actually take both his and Xaden's cock at the same time, but if it's what she wants... He surely won't go and tell her what she can or can't do.

AN: This picks exactly up where the previous short about them ended. The feedback I got after the first part about these three was amazing, thank you all so much! I was nervous about how people would react to this ship, and I'm so happy to see I'm not the only one who thinks they'd make a lovely triad. 🥰

Also, I'll leave it to you what this title means. 😌

@kinktober2023 and on AO3

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Violet

Xaden always complains that I’ll be the death of him one day, but I actually think it’s the other way around. One day, I’ll die from the pleasure he lets my body endure. And it’ll be a very happy death.

Relentlessly, he swipes his tongue along my slit, pushing inside me, and the unbearably sweet pleasure makes me moan. Even though I just came two times, on Liam’s cock and tongue, I can already feel my next orgasm building, my muscles tensing in anticipation. Sometimes, my ability to come so many times in a row feels more like a curse than a blessing, especially with how perfectly Xaden can push all my buttons. Beneath his hands—and mouth and cock and just about every fucking part of his body—I’m helpless, can’t do anything but give in to the inevitable pleasure.

I’m going to be so sore tomorrow…

But maybe, I can repay him at least a bit tonight. The position I’m in, sitting on his face and with my head resting on his pelvis, is perfect. Grinning to myself, I reach for his cock, hot and flushed resting right next to my face, and lick away the white pearl of pre-come at its tip. Xaden moans when I take him into my mouth, the sound vibrating against my clit, and maybe this is going to turn on me pretty quickly, given how much I enjoy sucking him off. But at least I can take him with me then. Hopefully.

“Oh, shit,” a deep voice growls next to me.

My entire body tenses with another wave of arousal as I remember. We’re having an audience. More than that, actually. From the corner of my eye, I glance at Liam, his lips glistening wet and parted where he’s watching me. His hand is around his cock, already hardening too after fucking me not so long ago, and that sight makes me feel a bit better. Apparently, I’m not the only one with an insatiable desire here.

Well, we’d meant to give him a show, didn’t we? So maybe, it’s time to get started with that.

Keeping my gaze on Liam, I wrap my lips around Xaden’s girth more firmly and sink down a bit further, taking him deeper. His eyes widen, and he gasps, just as Xaden groans when I whirl my tongue around his tip. Oh, this is brilliant.

I never enjoyed being the centre of attention, always tried to blend in with the background at any larger gathering my mother dragged me to. But this is different. Here, with both Liam’s and Xaden’s attention fully focused on me alone, I feel a rush I’ve never known before. What I do affects them, proven by the wanton groans they both let out as I keep working Xaden’s cock, and it gives me a heady sense of power.

However, I soon realise it’s just an illusion, and it cracks quickly. No matter how hard I suck Xaden, how deeply I let him slide down my throat, it’s not that easy to break his control, to make him come when he doesn’t want to yet. Especially not when I can feel Liam’s gaze on me like a physical touch, when Xaden twitching in my throat turns me on just as much as him fucking me with his tongue.

But I won’t give up that easily. Even though I can feel my next orgasm building at the base of my spine, my legs tensing around Xaden’s head, I sink deeper down his cock, let him slide down my throat until my nose is pressing against his balls. Trying to keep my gag reflex in check and warding off the rising tide of pleasure in my guts, I swallow around him, determined to make him come with me. My head is empty of all thoughts, filled only by sensations; the pulsing heat against my tongue, Xaden’s lips closing around my clit, pleasure zapping through every part of my body.

“Oh, shit,” Liam curses, shifting to get a closer look. “H-how… how can you take all of him? That’s…”

I can’t hear what else Liam says, not when Xaden mercilessly flings me over the edge with his too-skilled mouth. My scream is muffled around Xaden’s cock, the world around me blinking out of existence as pleasure consumes me. Relentlessly, it races up my spine and explods in my head, wrecking my entire body with wave after wave of tremors even though I can hardly move an inch. Xaden still holds my hips tight to his face, his mouth ruthlessly continuing to ravish me, and I cling to his legs, his cock, as if I’ll lose myself should I dare to let go.

Fuck, this is insane. How can every new orgasm be more intense than the last? How am I supposed to survive this?

But I can’t think about that, not when my mind is still buzzing with bliss, my body riding out the aftershocks of my climax—and Xaden’s mouth still working between my thighs.

Oh, no… I whimper, begging for mercy, but I know I won’t get any. (Not unless I were to use my safe word, that is, but I don’t feel like I’ll be needing it tonight.) Xaden loves eating me out until I can’t take anymore, and he knows too well that one orgasm is far from my limit. Trembling with the slight pain of overstimulation, my traitorous body even grinds itself harder against his tongue, begging for more, and who am I kidding? I want more. Need it like the air to breathe.

Moaning around Xaden’s cock, I give in to the inevitable, rolling my hips harder against his mouth in search of more stimulation. Xaden chuckles, doubling his efforts as his cock twitches and I’m forced to pull back a little. I know he’s already won with how pleasure is gathering on top of my previous orgasm again, but I’m too proud to give up. Moving in time with my hips, I bob up and down his cock, drool slicking up his entire length and balls. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll be able to break through his iron stamina, at least once. Maybe having Liam watching us, groaning and fisting his cock in time with my movements, will affect Xaden as much as it affects me, turning him on and pushing him faster towards the edge.

I cling to this hope, my mouth working his cock with desperate intensity even as the pleasure crests once more and breaks, flooding my body, drowning me. I clutch at the bedcovers as I’m shaking all over, spasming, out of control, and my muscles are clenching hard, nearly painfully. It’s too much, so good, I can’t bear it, never want it to end. I’m dimly aware of shrieking, Xaden’s length still halfway down my throat, but can’t process anything, only that my body is burning with pleasure, falling apart, shattering, and my vision momentarily turns black as everything becomes too much.

I come to to lying on my back, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. Xaden is leaning over me, a smug smirk on his face as he brushes sweaty hair out of my face. “Nice try,” he purrs. “But you should know better by now. Although, if you’re this hungry for cock, I’m sure Liam would be more than happy to provide.”

I’m too blissed out to turn my head, but I can hear Liam groan somewhere nearby, cursing low under his breath. And the crazy thing is, even though I can hardly move after these two orgasms in a row… my guts are clenching deliciously just thinking about sucking Liam off. Fuck, I’m so screwed.

It doesn’t take much, only a few minutes of Xaden massaging my trembling muscles, before I have my lips around Liam’s cock, moaning at the taste of both him and me on my tongue. I can barely think, only act, licking over every inch of him and relishing in how he gently rocks into my mouth, his hands on my head to guide me.

I am on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed, with Liam standing before me while Xaden kneels somewhere behind me. I don’t know what he’s doing, don’t care, my mind slipping into no-thought-only-feel territory. I don’t need to know what he’s doing because I already know it’ll be okay. I don’t need to care because he cares for me. I can let myself fall because I know he’ll catch me, guide me, hold me.

“So hot,” he murmurs, leaning over my back. “Do you like Liam’s cock? It certainly looks like it. Fuck, I think he might come again soon. You’re too good at this for your own good.”

Liam groans, but I beam at his praise, my chest swelling with warmth. My tongue works even harder against Liam’s length, against the sensitive part below the tip and the pulsing veins, and I relish in his increasingly needy sounds, in the way his hands in my hair tighten almost against his will.

“I need to stretch you for later, Violence. Try not to break Liam completely over there until I’m done here.”

“Haha,” Liam gasps, but the movements of his hips slow down a bit. “Very funny. As if I—fuck!—as if I’d let this chance slip away.”

Something inside my mind perks up at his words, but I’m too far gone to care. All I know is that he’s too careful. I want him deeper down my throat, want him to fill me completely. So I’m actually grateful for Xaden grabbing my cheeks and letting his thumb brush over my rim, my body jerking forward on instinct.

“Shit!” Liam curses as I take him completely all the way to his base, his legs trembling. “Don’t you have a gag reflex?”

Xaden huffs a laugh, his fingers persistently massaging around my hole. “She does,” he answers in my stead, knowing I’m in no position to reply. “She’s just very good at ignoring it when it’s in the way of what she wants.” He leans over me and places a row of gentle kisses down my spine, comforting and reassuring. Full of love.

They stop talking for a while, for which I’m grateful. It means I can focus solely on what I feel, Liam gliding in and out of my mouth, across my tongue, his weight and girth oddly comforting, grounding, and Xaden working me open. His motions are slow and careful but intense, never going so far as to hurt me but clearly skirting the edges of what I can take. One finger, then a second and a third, moving in and out of me to get my muscles to relax. With almost surprising gentleness, he rubs his oiled fingers against my sensitive inner walls, and I can’t help but moan at the sublime sensation. Fuck, I love it when Xaden plays with my ass, it’s so good. It’s not that I can come from this, and even with him working my clit in addition, it would take far longer, but still. It’s a different kind of pleasure, softer, not as demanding. Comfortable. Or maybe, that’s it, that it gives me a break from the burning pleasure and instead fills me with warm delight, with anticipation.

Even as he shifts behind me and pushes his cock into me—drawing a deep guttural groan from my chest with how full I feel that in return makes Liam curse at the vibrations around his cock—I feel more like floating in a sea of pleasure than drowning in it. There is no burning fire, nothing pushing me toward my next climax, only white pleasure pooling in my body as he stretches me wide open, tame and content to wait.

I could stay forever like this, suckling on Liam’s cock and relishing every drop of pre-come he releases as Xaden slowly rocks into my ass. And with him nearly just using me to warm him instead of actual stimulation, I know Xaden could hold out for quite a while, too. However, Liam is another matter. I don’t know his signs yet and I’m not in the right mind space to be observant, but even I notice that he’s close, his finger in my hair twitching, his breathing harsh.

Smiling to myself, I redouble my efforts, taking him deeper, sucking harder, my tongue stroking the underside of his shaft. And I get why Xaden enjoys eating me out so much; witnessing Liam fall apart is quite the spectacle. The way his fingers tighten around my head in anticipation, how the muscles in his abdomen clench, his legs trembling.

I swallow him down as he comes in my mouth, humming at his taste, at the garbled cry that drops off his lips. Behind me, Xaden groans, his cock resting deeply in my ass, his hands gliding up and down my back, my sides. “Fuck, you two are so hot.”

I deliberately clench my muscles around him and chuckle at his grunt once Liam pulls out and sinks back onto the bed next to me.

“Shit,” he gasps, catching his breath. He drops a hand onto my shoulder where I’m lying on the bed now, smiling happily. “That was… fucking perfect.”

“Anytime,” I wink.

Xaden, returning from cleaning himself up, snorts. “She means that. You can probably feed her your cock whenever you like, and she’d even be grateful for it.”

“Only because you so rarely let me suck you to completion,” I pout.

Smirking, Xaden crawls on top of me, my body singing at all the places his skin brushes against mine. “Because I prefer feeling you come on my cock when I do. Is that such a bad thing?”

Humming, I brush my lips against the corner of his mouth. “No, not really.” My lips part easily when he kisses me, his tongue stroking along mine like an invitation to dance, and I can’t help but smile against his lips. He barely holds himself up above me, his weight pressing me down into the mattress, and I wrap my arms around his back, longing to feel as much of his skin as possible.

“Gods, you two are so cute, I might get sick,” Liam comments, but there’s no bite in his voice, only humour and something soft I can’t quite name.

Chuckling, Xaden rolls halfway off me, and I’m momentarily mesmerised by how… how unguarded he is. It’s not new to me, seeing him like this, especially not in bed. But it’s the first time I see this side of him around someone else, the hard Wingleader front entirely discarded for now. Liam truly must be special to him.

“I meant what I said earlier, you can always join in,” Xaden smirks, but then turns a little more serious again. “How much of a break do you need?”

Liam huffs a laugh. “Around you two? Not long. Give me a few minutes, then I’ll be good to go again.”

“Good,” Xaden beckons Liam closer, then pulls him into another kiss, giving me the perfect view of them making out practically on top of me. “Because I’m not sure how many more orgasms Violet can take tonight.”

My eyes widen as they both turn on me as if on some secret code word, both men grinning deviously. I know they shared partners before, Xaden told me about that, but—fuck!—I didn’t expect it to be like this.

They descend on me like two hungry lions, their hands and mouths everywhere. Liam kisses me, but I can barely focus on it, can only let him ravage my mouth as Xaden claims my nipple between his teeth, his fingers playing with the other one, biting and sucking and pinching until my back arches and I press myself closer against him, needing more.

What follows is a wild mess, from my point of view at least. There’s no pattern I can discern in how they switch around between kissing my lips and my body, their hands on my breasts, between my legs, caressing over every inch of my skin. I quickly get drunk on how both their bodies are wrapped around me, losing the orientation in an ocean of heated skin and hard muscles, soft lips regularly stealing my breath. Every time I try to reach for one of them, try to control a kiss or lean into one sensation specifically, they turn me around again, changing the playing field until I can’t tell up from down anymore, the only small spec of orientation I get the different shades of their skin.

The first time, I come on Liam’s fingers, unexpected with how they keep me on a constant high, and my shriek gets muffled by Xaden’s tongue in my throat. The second time, I’m grinding against someone’s cock against my clit, coating whoever it is in my slik as two mouths nibble and suck on my neck, my head thrown back in ecstasy. After that, I lose count, lose myself completely between them, between their kisses, their touches, between whispered words and sounds of pleasure, between these two men who’re closer to me than anyone else ever was. And I’ve never felt so good, so safe, so cherished. So loved.

I don’t know when they stopped, only register that they must have as I lie cradled in Xaden’s arms, his lips soothingly brushing along my jaw as I slowly register my surroundings again.

“Oh, fuck,” I mewl, leaning closer to Xaden’s comforting warmth. “Wh-what… what was… that?”

Xaden chuckles and brushes a kiss against my forehead. “Are you okay?”

I laugh. “Okay? Yeah, I think so. But, fuck, that was just… holy shit.”

On my other side, Liam snorts. “So much for not breaking me. Are you sure you can take more?”

I turn my head to look at him. He’s hard again, I notice, but from the true concern in his eyes, I know he wouldn’t hold it against me if I said no now, just like Xaden, who’s hardness I can feel pushing against my thigh. “Yeah. Just give me a moment to feel my legs again, then I’m good.”

Xaden snorts, mischief in his eyes. “I mean, it’s not as if you’ll need your legs for what’s next. In fact, I expect you won’t be able to use them as usual for a couple of days after this. But sure, you can have a few minutes.” He turns to Liam, who’s unashamedly grinning at his words. “So, do you want her ass or her pussy? Your pick for tonight.”

My breath hitches as I’m reminded of tonight’s plan. Of what I asked for. Taking two cocks at once already sounded intense when I was merely picturing it. Now having a better idea of the two cocks in question, though… Despite the wringer Xaden and Liam put me through just now, my inner muscles already clench again, eager to finally feel them inside me.

Liam smirks, raking his eyes down my body. “I think, I’d like her ass. I already had her pussy and mouth tonight, and there’s just something about filling every single one of her holes, you know?” He winks at me.

Oh, shit. There he is, the shamelessly flirty side of Liam I’ve come to like, except ramped up to a level of confident cockiness that makes heat pool in my belly once again. If this is how Liam behaves once he puts aside all insecurities… then I’ll be so fucked between these two, not just tonight but in the future as well.

Gods, I can’t wait.

Xaden huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “I’ll take your word for it.” He gets off the bed and holds a hand out for me. “Can you stand, for a moment at least? Or should Liam carry you?”

I throw Liam a glance, and judging by the smirk playing around his lips, he’d do just that. “I’m good,” I say, and scramble off the bed, curious about how they’re planning to go about this. Xaden wouldn’t tell me and aside from the few details Rhiannon mentioned the other day, I have no idea what positions might work.

“Come here.” Xaden guides me a couple of steps away from the bed, then stands directly in front of me. He takes my head between his hands, then lets them glide down to the base of my neck, his thumps brushing along my jaw. “You know you can call for an end at any moment, remember? If it gets too much or doesn’t feel good, you don’t have to go through with anything, especially not for our sake.”

I nod, smiling. “I know.”

Xaden takes a deep breath and nods as well. “Alright.” he reaches for my hands and guides them up around his neck. “Hold on,” he says, just as Liam appears behind me, and I feel dwarfed between these two men. It should be intimidating, being at their mercy when reminded of just how small I am against them, but instead, I feel comforted. Safe.

I expected more kisses, but instead, I yelp as Liam grabs me by the back of my knees and lifts me up, my thighs pressed against my ribs on either side of my breasts. Xaden steps between my spread legs and takes over one of them, my knee over his left arm as his cock nudges against my slick entrance. “Ready?” he asks, his voice gravelly.

I nod, eagerly, and try in vain to buck my hips to take him in faster. But I can’t move, not even an inch, held tight between them. I might as well weigh nothing at all given the ease with which they hold me in place.

“Hush,” Xaden breathes into my ear, his lips twitching. “You don’t have to do anything right now.”

I mewl but comply, understanding the underlying order. Clinging harder to Xaden’s neck and shoulders, I hold as still as I can as he penetrates me in one long slide.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans, his breathing hitching a bit. “You feel so fucking perfect.”

Hidden against his neck, I allow myself a grin. With his iron-hard self-control and stamina of steel, I just love that my pussy, being inside me, is one of the few things that can actually break him. “You, too,” I gasp, my muscles tightening around him, around the comforting heat of his cock. No matter how many times I already came tonight, this will always be my undoing.

He gives me a few moments to adjust, only minimally rocking back and forth to ease my body into taking more. But I’m acutely aware of Liam behind me, still holding my other leg. His lips are on my shoulder, mouthing distractedly at my skin as his other arm moves against my back, clearly stroking himself.

“I’m good,” I gasp, leaning forward against Xaden as best I can to give Liam better access.

They both chuckle. “So eager,” Liam teases, his slick tip pressing against my rim without pushing in yet. “Are you sure you can really take both of us? You look like you might split in half instead.”

From anyone else and in any other situation, such a comment probably would have made me angry. But I get it, his concern. I am small, especially when compared to them, so I appreciate him checking in on me. Kind of.

“Just fuck me, Mairi,” I growl.

Xaden snorts. “You heard the lady.”

Liam takes an audible breath, and then finally moves closer. His free hand is on my waist, holding me in place as he positions himself and slowly pushes in.

Yep, I might die from this. I was prepared for the intense stretch and fullness from when Xaden used multiple of his toys on me. But this is so much more than anything I imagined. It’s a lot to take, physically but also emotionally and mentally, the closeness and intimacy of having them both inside me, it’s overwhelming and I have difficulties breathing freely.

“Violet? You okay?” Xaden groans, noticeably fighting to hold still, to give me time.

I force my lungs to take a few shallow breaths; there’s not enough space inside me for more. “Yeah,” I breathe, forcing my eyes to flutter open. “‘s just… just a lot.” I mewl as Liam works himself deeper into me with slow and gentle thrusts, his breathing harsh and damp against my back.

“I know.” Xaden’s mouth is on my neck, tickling me. “But you’re doing so well. Just relax for us.”

I try to, I really do. But it still takes a couple more minutes before Liam bottoms out inside me, a low curse dropping off his lips.

“Fuck, yeah. Gods, you’re so tight, Vi. Shit, your body is amazing.”

I preen at the compliment and awkwardly turn to wrap one arm around Liam’s shoulders, pulling him closer and seeking his lips with my own. My body is an annoying mess on a good day, but at least it’s good at taking cock, amazing even, to the delight of everyone involved.

They give me another short break to adjust to their cocks, to being so full and stretched that I, indeed, feel like splitting in half. But with every heartbeat, it gets more bearable, better, intoxicating. Gods, I hope Liam will accept our offer; I want to do this again.

When they start moving, it takes every ounce of my self-control not to scream. I thought just having them inside me was intense, but having them move is even worse. Better. I don’t know, don’t care. When one pushes in, the other pulls out, perfectly coordinated, and the constant slide and switch of pressure is positively driving me insane. I lose track of all the noises I make and can only clutch at them for just any anchor against the overwhelming sensations flooding my mind. In and out, push and pull, the pressure of being so impossibly full, but also the pleasure of all those sensitive spots being stimulated, sweetening the experience into something addictive. More. I need more.

“More…” I mewl, caught not only between their cocks but their entire bodies, again kissing and touching every spot they can reach.

“Fuck, Violet!” Xaden growls, and his next thrust comes harder, making me cry out and tighten around them on reflex. Liam bites into my shoulder to muffle his shout. And as if they’d only been waiting for my sign, they both move faster, harder, fucking into me at an unforgiving pace. Fucking every coherent thought right out of my head.

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Liam

Shit, this is better than anything I could have imagined.

Being inside Violet’s tight little ass, Xaden’s cock sliding against my own through the thin membrane, her incoherent sobs and cries and his low but urgent groans, the way she clutches at us and Xaden’s hand over mine where we hold her—it’s all mixing into a frenzy of pleasure and sensations, and I can’t get enough. Even if this turns out to only be a one-off… it’s worth it! And I’m actually glad I already came two times tonight because I’m not sure how long I might last as is it, everything’s just too fucking perfect. But at least Xaden is fighting to hold back now just like I am—how he managed to last this long is beyond me anyway.

By now, our quicker coordinated thrusts turned more erratic, and Violet is practically bouncing on our cocks with how much force we fuck up into her pliant body. Gods, she’s gorgeous, perfect, amazing. I’m already in love with her for her wit and her kindness, but this might be enough to make me fall completely.

Shit, I’m so screwed.

“Fuck, yes,” she sobs, her fingers digging into my arm as if it’s the only thing keeping her grounded. “Yes, yes, yes, please. Oh, please, yes. Yes!”

“Fuck, yes,” Xaden grunts against her neck where he sucked a harsh bruise into her skin. His movements are as urgent as mine, even his famous control hanging by a thread by now. “Come, Violet. Come for us.”

I don’t know what he does, if he again sends his shadows to play with her clit, but within seconds, Violet’s cries turn into full-on screams as she comes, shattering between our bodies. It’s gorgeous to watch, how her body grows tense and then erupts, shaking all over, how she throws her head back against my shoulder and screams out her pleasure, her eyes all but rolled back into her head.

I last a few more seconds, thrusting into her to prolong her climax and just long enough to see lightning flash outside before I break as well. My shout of ecstasy muffled against her shoulder, I press as deeply into her ass as I can before I spurt into her, that tight coil in my guts once more bursting and sending dart of pleasure through my entire body.

Darkness flares around us as Xaden’s control breaks and he shouts, then his cock shudders against my own as he comes, too, his face pressed against Violet’s neck, her hair, his hand clutching at mine.

My knees are wobbly as we all catch our breaths, but I can’t break, not with Violet’s limp body still supported between us. I catch Xaden’s eyes, dazed like I’ve not seen them in ages, and he gives me a small nod. With a low groan, he pulls out of her, his come dripping along my balls, and steps back, leaving Violet in my arms.

Carefully, as if she’s the most precious thing in the world, I carry her back to the bed and once again marvel at just how small she is. Even weakened as I am, I have no problem carrying her; it’s as if she weighs nothing. And yet, she took both our cocks at the same time, with hardly any difficulties. Absolutely amazing indeed.

I can’t take my eyes off her where she lies on the bed in front of me, not unconscious, but something close, too blissed out to take in her surroundings and at least half asleep already. So beautiful. Unable to help it, I crawl onto the bed next to her and brush her hair out of her face, my fingers tracing along her brow, her nose, her lips.

“Are you going to tell her?” Xaden asks from where he fell onto the bed on her other side. “How you feel about her?”

My lips tighten at the irony of him asking me this question. He said he’s not blind, having noticed how I look at her. But does he know I feel the same for him?

“Do you think I should?” I skirt the question.

He rolls onto his side, watching us. “I think that depends on how you decide.”

Swallowing, I nod. Not just sex, he’d said. An invitation for more. A three-way relationship, a triad. It’s daunting, but…

“I think, I’d like to try?” I admit, glancing up at him. “I’m not sure how something like that works, though.”

“Me neither,” Xaden admits. “Violet said she’d met some triads during her time living in various war camps. Obviously, she didn’t ask for details about their relationship, but it seemed to work out for them? We’ll just have to figure out how it can work for us.”

I nod, though I’m still hesitant. I’m well aware that I am the experiment here. What Xaden and Violet have, it’s something else. Something more. I can’t compete with that, only try to tug along as best I can.

“Hey.” Xaden reaches for my hand. “We want this to work, okay?”

I snort. Can he read minds now, too? “Yeah,” I say. “Me, too.”

I can’t help it, though. Even as Xaden and I cuddle around Violet’s already sleeping form, with her head on my shoulder and Xaden curled around her back, his hand resting next to hers on my chest, I feel torn. I want this work, I really do.

But is that even possible?

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AN: Looks like Liam is still not entirely convinced they really want him there with them... Poor baby. 😌

I have this headcanon about them. We've covered that Violet is multiorgasmic, and her boys clearly enjoy taking advantage of this fact. Liam is multiorgasmic, too, but for him, that usually means he'll only need a little time (~10-15 min) before he can go another round. Xaden, however, is not. When he comes, it would take hours before he can go again, and even that only under special circumstances. However, he makes up for that with a stamina of steel, being able to hold out and fuck for hours without coming.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this second part of their story. There's more to come. 🥰

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