#6 years passed and I'm still head over heels for them

[penguilie]

Eclipse arc was really peak Nalu

I think it really during this arc in the anime that I seriously started shipping them together. Before I only saw them as friends but during this arc something shifted.

After that they cleary became my n°1 ship in media in 2017, and still now <33

Like the way he always worry about her ?? He just loves her so much

The flashback <//3 This scene just DESTROYED me in every way possible. The way Natsu’s face isn’t fully showed really had so muuuuuch tension

He was ready to kill him !

Snif this scene.. I could talk day and night about it <3 I really think it's the most beautiful one in the whole serie. Just everything about it is sooo perfect <33 I really hope we can have at least one last moment like that in 100 years quest between them

[totesnothere04]

Unexpected Turn of Events Pt.5

Tonowari x Fem!Reader

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the fanart, screenshots, or gifs used with my stories.

Warnings: Protective Wari, barely a description of childbirth, Neteyam doesn't die, kinda crappy chapter because I'm writing this while I'm sick👌🏻, if I missed anything lmk.

Pt.4 here. Pt.6 here.

A year had passed.

You laid flat on your back as Neytiri was checking a hunch the two of you had. You both suspected that you were pregnant because of your mood swings, morning sickness, and change in appetite. You hadn't told Tonowari because you didn't want to get his hopes up and crush them if you weren't pregnant.

Neytiri sits back on her heels and you sit up with her waiting almost impatiently for the verdict.

"You are with child." Neytiri finally says with a smile breaking out on her face. You launch yourself into her arms for a hug as you find yourself to be ecstatic for the news. She hugs you back almost instantly. "Go tell Tonowari." It was a short sentence, but it had your realization crashing down on you.

"It will have to wait until later Neytiri. He's hunting past the reef today." You tell her and she remembers why Jake and Neteyam aren't around right now.

"Well, then you will tell him later when he returns." She says and pats your knee as she gets up and leaves. You grabbed all the materials needed to start making clothing for the baby. You were still early on, but you just couldn't wait for them to be here. You started weaving all the pieces together when you heard footsteps approaching. Tsireya comes prancing into the marui with her usual happy expression.

"Hello Reya. Did you have fun hanging out with Lo'ak, Kiri, Tuk, and Rotxo?" You asked her and she nodded.

"They are always fun to be around. Even when they're trying to learn." Tsireya grabs a fruit and sits infront of you. "What are you making?" She asks and your hands freeze. You hadn't thought about how the kids would feel about a baby sibling. They're in their teens and Ao'nung was training for his iknimaya. At the thought of him completing his rite of passage, you made a mental note to make him a new necklace.

"It is a necklace." You tell her and she looks at it confused.

"It's too small to fit any of us. Was there a new addition to the clan made today?" She asked excitedly thinking about Sya's very pregnant state.

"No. It is too early for her baby to come." You said as you set your project to the side. "Reya I have a question for you." She smiles and folds her hands in anticipation.

"How would you feel about a little sibling?" You ask her and her eyes widen in realization.

"Are you-" She can't even finish her question but you nod since you know what she's asking. She jumps up in excitement her smile only becoming wider, and it's moments like this you can tell. She really is her father's daughter. They have the same attitude and the same smile. "We must tell father. He is going to be so happy."

"He is hunting out past the reef Reya." You remind her, but she pulls you to your feet.

"They will be returning soon. Father never stays past the reef after midday. Especially with this being Neteyam's first clan hunt. Come let's prepare for their return!" She pulls you along behind her and you're both giggling as you head to the return point. You help prepare food for the tsurak and drinks and snacks for the hunters. The horn sounding their return goes off in the distance and you look up to see the hunters. Neteyam and Ao'nung seemed to be racing to see who could get back first. In the end, Tonowari touches down first with Jake right behind him. They dismount their tsurak laughing at the looks on their son's faces since they lost. You rush over to Neteyam and Ao'nung and start checking them over for injuries. Neteyam especially since you became overprotective of him after his near-death experience. You had only barely managed to save his life on that rock in the middle of a literal battle.

"Auntie I'm okay. No injuries see?" Neteyam says as he does a 360 in place and you exhale. You turn to Ao'nung again and he does the same. You pull both of them into a hug. Neteyam easily melts into it, and Ao'nung basically initiated it. You planted a motherly kiss on the crown of each of their heads and you rested your cheek on Ao'nungs head. You pull away from the hug and find Tonowari watching you with a fond expression. You place your hands on your hips and he does a 360 as well. You turn to Jake who has a hand nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

"What are you hiding Sully?" You ask him and he exhales and then turns around. His entire back had been scraped up.

"Jake fell off of his tsurak and scraped his back on the coral." Tonowari says with a chuckle, but you snap your head in his direction.

"What color?" You ask him and he gains a nervous smile.

"It was orange." Jake says when he realizes Tonowari didn't look.

"Good. We wouldn't want Jake to be bedridden until I warded off the infection of poisonous stinging coral." You say. "But that will need to be cleaned."

"I can do that." Neytiri says and she cuts her eyes to Tonowari and then back to you. You chuckle, grab him a drink, and make your way into his arms.

"Did Neytiri figure out what's wrong?" Tonowari asks as you hand him the drink and make yourself comfortable in his arms.

"Yes, she did." You tell him with a smile and he brings the cup to his lips.

"What is it?" He asks.

"Ma Wari... I'm with child." You tell him and he stops his movements and slowly sets the cup down.

"You are sure?" He asks and you nod. He yells in excitement as he picks you up to spin you in a circle. This gains the attention of everyone in the vicinity and Tsireya yips happily as she joins the hug. Ao'nung watches confused since he didn't hear what you told his father. Neytiri joins in the yipping with Tsireya and Jake is taken aback by her sudden outburst.

"What is happening right now?" Jake asks noone in particular.

"Ma muntxate is with child!" Tonowari announces proudly. His fellow hunters started their own celebratory yips and yells. Ao'nung is shocked but when it clicks in his mind he runs into the family hug. The crowd all dispersed in different directions to start preparations for the communal meal that evening. "We shall announce it to the entire clan at dinner. Oel ngati kameie, ma muntxate."

The announcement was received with excitement by the clan members and elders. Days started to drag on as you continued to grow bigger. According to Neytiri you were 5 months along, but much larger than you should've been. This was like any other day until the horn announcing the tulkun's return sounded. You ran out of your marui in excitement to see Roa again. However, excitement turned to foreboding and confusion when the people realized they were leading 6 ikran to Awa'atlu. They all had riders dressed in human garb. As they moved to land you, Tonowari, Jake, and Neytiri all pushed through the gathered crowd to the front. You released a humorless laugh as you took in the uncivilized and unkempt Colonel and his unit.

"What are you doing here Quaritch?" You ask angrily and he unfolds his arms and moves to step forward. He's met with a territorial hiss from your mate as he stepped infront of you.

"We been lookin' for ya cher. Well mostly for Sully." Quaritch said as he took the hint that your mate was not one to challenge.

"Why? We made it very obvious after last year that we do not want you near." You said as you made your way infront of Tonowari, much to his dismay.

"Ardmore chased us off base when we tried to return. Said our failure marked us defunct and reported us dead." Quaritch said and you sniffed trying to find any human-like scent on them. You weren't close enough and didn't trust moving closer to them to find out. Wainfleet cocked his head to the side as he realized what you were trying to do. He pushed past the Colonel and started to remove his shirt. Tonowari became on high alert and stepped up behind you and set his hand on your shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Tonowari asked the soldier.

"She was trying to scent us. Figured she didn't want to approach us so I was gonna throw her my shirt." Wainfleet explained as he finished removing his shirt and tossed it to you. You caught it and retreated to Neytiri and Jake as you sniffed the clothing.

"Rancid. You need a bath." You said and Wainfleet nodded in agreement. You handed the shirt to Jake and Neytiri who scented the shirt as well. Jake's face screwed up at the stench of the shirt in his hands. Neytiri looked up surprised and you quirked a brow at her.

"I do not smell the stench of human life on it. It smells of the forest and the sea." She tells you and you turn to look at the group of men.

"What happened to Zdinarsk?" You asked skeptically.

"That was the lesson Ardmore taught us. Don't return or..." Mansk doesn't seem to be able to finish his sentence as he remembers his friend's death. You hum in skepticism as you remove the pincher from your headpiece and jab Quaritch, and then taste the blood it presented.

"Why do you come to us? Why not try to start fresh in a clan that would only know of your origin?" You ask them.

"I once took Sully under my wing. I was hoping... I was hoping he would do the same for us." Quaritch says with a grimace. You turn to Tonowari and Jake. The three of you having a silent conversation.

"Answer me why the tulkun brought you to us?" Tonowari said to the group.

"Wainfleet fainted and fell off of his banshee. He got attacked by this thing with sharp ass teeth and they saved him. Chased that thing off and helped us get him back on his banshee and brought us here. We were aiming more for land that we could rest up on before continuing our search, but here we are." Quaritch answered.

"Wai-nfleet?" Tonowari asked while completely butchering the man's name.

"You can call me Lyle, sir." Wainfleet said and your eyes narrowed at the group.

"Look we don't hold any grudges against you or any of the Sully's. We understand that Zhang shot Sully's boy and that's why you went all Jackie Chan on the kid. After spending this last year moving and surviving... We kind of understand what we put you and your family through. All we're askin' is a second chance to prove we just wanna live in peace." Quaritch almost pleaded and you looked up into Tonowari's eyes. He seemed heavily conflicted as were you. He was conflicted because the part of him that held the safety of his people and his family didn't trust them, but the part of him that was more empathetic wanted to grant them a second chance. You took a deep breath and looked at Jake and his family. You looked directly at Neteyam and he sensed your eyes as he looked up at you. He noticed Tonowari looking at him too and he looked back to Quaritch. Neteyam nodded once and you looked at him surprised as well as Tonowari. When you and Tonowari silently confirmed with each other what you were thinking he turned back to the men infront of him.

"Would you mind announcing, ma (Y/n)? I cannot pronounce most of their names." Tonowari asked and you nodded.

"Miles and the men of his... Family will be staying with us. They are to be taught to be Na'vi and to think and act as we do if they wish to live among us. You will learn to thrive so you do not fall into the shame of being useless." You say it loud enough for the people around you to hear. When you finished you grabbed Tonowari's hand and led him toward the men. "I do not trust our children being near you to teach you our way of living. So I will be taking on the burden of teaching you." You tell the group and they nod.

"I will be joining you so I will need to know their names." Tonowari says.

"This one is Miles Quaritch. Miles will be easier for you to pronounce. Lyle, Prager, Ja, Lopez, and Mansk." You gesture to each person as you introduce them to him. Miles starts to step forward to shake hands with Tonowari but you hiss and your ears pin back. His hands shoot up in a show of submission and his eyes nearly bulged out of his skull when he finally looked down. The others followed his line of site to find your baby bump and Mansk lit up. He took off his sunglasses and smiled wide.

"You're expecting?" Mansk asked and started to try to celebrate with you, but Tonowari stepped infront of you glaring at the man infront of him. The hiss and growl that escaped from deep within his chest were the most ferocious you had ever heard from him or anyone.

"Ma Tonowari, Mansk used to be one of my best friends when I was human... Until he turned out to be a skxawng. This is a second chance for them." You tell him and he seems to ease back a bit but still doesn't step back. That would be Mansk's place. You motioned to Mansk to show submission and step back which he did. His ears slicked back and he bowed his head down as he stepped back. This seemed to appease Tonowari as he let the tension ease from his shoulders.

"Come. Ma muntxate was right. You smell terrible and need to bathe." Tonowari says as he ushers you to lead the way. Jake and Neytiri brought up the rear of the group as you passed by the gathered clan members. "Everyone go greet our brothers and sisters." Everyone did as asked and happily went to greet their family. You lead the men to the bathing pools and gather ingredients along the way to make hair and body paste. Mansk goes to touch a bright purple flower but you smack his hand.

"You were allergic to lavender in your human body, and that is the Pandora equivalent." You tell him.

"I haven't had a reaction in this body." Mansk says and you nod and pick some of the flowers.

"I will take precautions and only use a small amount to test on your scalp." You say and he smiles.

"You always were pushy with us following our restrictions." Lyle jokes.

"Not restrictions. I enforced your dietary needs and catered to your allergies." You responded curtly but felt yourself frown. "Z-dog always had the worst reactions to Benadryl." You say sadly but push forward with your mission. Get these stinky fucks clean.

"Neytiri would you mind getting some clothing for them? They will not want to wear their human clothes of they wish to thrive." You say and she bows her head.

"Yes, Tsahík." She almost announces to the group to get the point across to them that you and Tonowari are in charge.

"What's a Tsahík?" Mansk asks as she leaves.

"A spiritual guide and leader of the healers of the clan. That is what (Y/n) became when she mated with the Olo'eyktan." Jake explains and Tonowari's chest puffs out in pride. "Olo'eyktan is the chief of the clan. He leads the clan in entirety."

"You will be taught everything you need to know about this society. Our language and our way of hunting." Tonowari adds in Na'vi and surprisingly the group infront of you nodded.

"I will teach you of Eywa and our rules of life here. However, none of you are seen as full adults in our society yet. You must complete the iknimaya. Our rite of passage." You tell them. "Ja I will teach you how we heal. And what plants are poisonous and what plants we use to heal." Ja nods. You sit down with Tonowari's help and start making the bathing pastes.

"You want some help (Y/n)?" Mansk asks as he sits next to you while Tonowari and Jake sit on your other side.

"You really thought I was going to mother you? All of you are making your own bathing supplies. Here we do not mass produce and there is no running to the nearest Walmart." You tell them and show them to get a rock and the large flat rock you were using served as a mashing table.

"So who are you making that for?" Lyle asks.

"Neytiri and I are fixing Jake's hair. He has allowed it to become disgusting." You say with anger. "He used to have beautiful hair. Much like my mates gorgeous locks." You praise your mate and he nuzzles your cheek with his nose.

"My dreads are not that bad." Jake protests and Lyle chuckles as he looks at his hair. "Shut it Spalding." The group laughs at the exchange and Neytiri returns. Jake turns to pout at her and she exhales a breathy chuckle.

"I take it you told him we are fixing his hair?" Neytiri asks and you nod.

"Yes. He does not think his hair is bad." You tell her and her nose scrunched.

"This is all the weavers had available." Neytiri hands you the twengs(loincloths) and takes over making the rejuvenating paste.

"These will do until they learn to make new clothing or until they pass their iknimaya's." You say.

"What's the difference?" Ja asks.

"When you complete your iknimaya you choose your path or occupation. We have the options healer, hunter, fisherman, weaver, and gatherer. Here currency is not our way of trade." You tell them. "And typically your tweng shows your status in the clan. These are for those who are learning and haven't chosen a path yet."

"Ma (Y/n) they are trying to clean themselves. We can teach them later." Tonowari says as he turns his body toward you. His right leg hikes up behind your back and he rests his right arm on your shoulders. You lean into his chest as you sort through the clothing, and hand out the pieces to everyone.

"Alright your pastes should be ready so go clean." You usher them away and try to stand. You grunt in frustration when you can't and Tonowari chuckles as he helps you up. "Come on Jake. Time for your torture." Jake groans and follows you and Neytiri into the pool. Tonowari rubs his hands on your swollen tummy and buries his face in your neck and hair.

"I would be happy to let you clean me." Tonowari whispers and you blush and then turn to nuzzle into his hair.

"Anytime you want me to, ma yawtu." You respond and he allows himself to purr at your statement. The day had passed with you and Jake showing Quaritch's men to the two marui's that they would be inhabiting, and introducing them to the ocean. You and Neytiri took Ja, Mansk, and Prager to start teaching them about this way of living. While Tonowari and Jake took Miles, Lyle, and Lopez to start teaching them to hunt.

Two weeks before you were due you woke up to feeling the tale tell signs of going into labor. You shook Tonowari awake and he did immediately.

"It's time." You tell him and he runs off to fetch Neytiri while Tsireya ran in to help you to the water. Their tradition was to have all births in the ocean to introduce the children to their home immediately after birth. You were lowering yourself into the water when Tonowari returned with Neytiri and Jake trailing behind him.

"Oel ngati kameie, (Y/n)." Neytiri says as she climbs into the water with you. Tonowari slithers into the water and takes his position behind you, while Jake takes to holding your hand next to you. Tsireya, being your tsakarem, was helping and observing Neytiri as she helped deliver your baby. The last 3 months had been hell since you were moody beyond belief and absolutely massive. Tonowari had insisted you weren't and that he was lucky to have a mate as beautiful as you.

"Breath, ma muntxate." Tonowari said, and you did as told and the group lowered into the water. It was painful and for a moment you didn't think you'd be able to do it, but having Tonowari near gave you the strength you needed. When the baby was out the group moved back to the surface and Neytiri handed you your baby.

"A healthy baby boy." Neytiri said and you cooed at the baby in your arms. It was a beautiful moment until another contraction ripped through you. You grunted and shifted forward and Neytiri seemed panicked for a moment. "Ma Jake, take the boy." You handed Jake your son as you leaned back into Tonowari again.

"Neytiri, what's going on?" Tonowari asked her but Tsireya resurfaced with wide eyes.

"Another is here." Tsireya says and Tonowari looks at you with wide eyes.

"Two?" He asked her and she nodded. With Jake staying on the surface with your son the four of your lowered back into the water. This one was easier than the first but still painful, but when you surfaced again Neytiri handed you your other child.

"Another healthy boy." Neytiri told you and Tsireya was still in shock. Ao'nung had woken up in the middle of the commotion and was standing on the dock unaware of the situation. Jake, Tonowari, and Tsireya climbed out first with Tsireya and Jake taking one of your children each. Tonowari helped you and Neytiri up and your sons were handed to you.

"They are beautiful, ma (Y/n)." Tonowari said as he huddled the four of you closer together. Ao'nung and Tsireya joined the hug and Ao'nung was still trying to wrap his head around having two new baby brothers.

"Hey (Y/n) what did you and Norm say that one time while I was watching Neteyam, Kiri, and Lo'ak? 'Jake you and Neytiri have so many kids. I think you should slow down a bit.'" Jake says trying to imitate your voice.

"We only joked about it with you because all three of them were hanging onto you like a jungle gym. And it was three children in the span of 2 years." You said calmly and you heard an audible smack.

"Ow! Ma yawne... Why?" Jake asks Neytiri exasperated.

"She just gave birth, ma Jake. Let's leave the family be." Neytiri drags her husband away and you look up at Tonowari.

"What should we name them?" He asks you.

"I would very much like to honor a fallen friend if that would be okay?" You ask him and he gestures for you to continue as the 6 of you head into your marui. "His name was Tsu'tey and he died during the first war against the sky people."

"Hmm Tsu'tey... I like it." Tonowari says and looks between the boys. "He is Tsu'tey. Now for our other boy." Gesturing to the baby in your arms.

"We were wondering if we could suggest a name that we both like." Tsireya says and sits next to you and her father.

"We both like the name Ateyo." Ao'nung says as he sits next to his sister. You look at Tonowari to gauge his reaction because you frankly liked that name.

"It suits him." Tonowari says as he tickles the chest of the babe in his arms. You pull out two of the little necklaces that you made for the boys. You placed the necklace with turquoise beads on Ateyo and the red beaded necklace on Tsu'tey. Your family lay down in a sleeping pile and went to bed.

The next morning you had a full busy marui with the entire Sully family. When you woke up Neytiri was cooking and Jake was playing with one of your sons while sitting next to Tonowari who was doing the same.

"So what did you name them?" You heard Neytiri ask.

"This is Ateyo." Tonowari said gesturing to the boy in his arms. "And this one is Tsu'tey." He said gesturing to the boy in Jake's arms. Jake's head snapped up at the name and so did Neytiri's. "(Y/n) told me he was a good friend of hers and he died in battle against the sky people."

"He was a good man and a good brother. He was a fierce warrior and an even better hunter." Jake says as he looks at the boy. "You're even wearing his favorite color. You're definitely going to be mighty judging by the grip you've got on my fingers."

"The men in my family are always large and strong. I'm very surprised how well (Y/n) carried two." Tonowari says as his tail wraps around your ankle. You decide to get up and join your fairly large family. You sit beside Tonowari and look over your boys.

"They're beautiful like their father." You say as you lean into him, and his deep chuckle jostles you a bit. He slings an arm over your shoulder and Jake hands you your son.

"Oh yeah. They're going to be troublemakers, Auntie." Lo'ak says as he looks at them.

"Not if I have anything to say about it. You won't be babysitting alone Lo'ak... Ever." You joke as you pinch him.

"I'll babysit!" Kiri says excitedly.

"I'll help her!" Tsireya joins her excitement.

"I will too." Neteyam offers and you softly smile at him. You watch with a fond smile as everyone in your family jokes, eats, and hangs around for the morning. You can't help but wonder how your life could get any better.

"We should have another." Your eyes widen and you look at Tonowari in surprise. He only smirks then gently nudges his head against yours.

[crowleystits]

I'd Like for You and I to Go Romancing

Chapter 7: A Tempter You Surely Are

[read chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6 on tumblr here]

Yellowish streetlights started popping up around the city, illuminating it like stars spread about the night sky. The late summer air was replaced by a light evening chill, as the sun kissed the horizon, and the pair lazily walked down a Parisian street, taking in the pleasant surroundings and the smell of human dinners and French bread.

Their hands stayed intertwined most of the day, as both basked in the freedom of being perceived as a proper couple. Around them, only humans, oblivious to the millennia of conflict and distance, to the war they nearly provoked, to the end they managed to avoid. Crowley had found them, or perhaps rather miracled, a room in the beautiful Hotel de Crillon, which he knew the angel had stayed in over 100 years ago, after it had opened. He thought, maybe, that the nostalgic feeling of the imposing building would bring some comfort, and help Aziraphale feel calm and happy in his company.

"Oh, Crowley." The angel began, as they stopped at the door of Hotel Crillon, eyes fixated on the architecture, free hand over his heart, voice pouring with delight. "It's just as I remember."

"That's the point." Crowley replied, turning his head to look at Aziraphale, a small, smug smile upon his lips.

"You charmer." Aziraphale responded, letting go of Crowley's hand in order to open the door for them to enter the grandiose building. "After you." And he gave a small, polite bow.

***

As they ascended to their residence for the evening, they passed breath-taking patios and hallways, luxury oozing from every corner, every centimetre of ornate wallpaper. All of it was a blessing to the eyes, even a wretched creature of the underworld such as Crowley could, albeit hesitantly, admit to it.

The room however, was like Versailles exploded into a dance with the twenty first century: ostentatious wall art and cushion covers contrasted spectacularly with crisp white linen sheets and sleek white walls.

"Looks nice. I did ask for their best." Crowley began, allowing himself to snake around the different areas of the room, inspecting everything as if to make sure they did really provide what they were asked.

"It's perfect." Aziraphale responded giddily, touching the bedsheets gently with the tip of his fingers.

"Wait until you see the bathroom." The demon announced, walking back towards the main area of the room, a thumb pointing back over his shoulder.

"Oh I must see." The angel responded quickly, making his way quickly into the enormous room that looked nothing like what his bookshop had to offer back in London. Grey marble floors, impeccably clean white tile walls, a certainly vintage clawfoot tub the main attraction all together.

"Nice, huh." Crowley's voice rung right behind Aziraphale. He stood right behind the angel, shades still over his eyes, peering over an angelic shoulder to the bathroom ahead.

"You did all this," Aziraphale began, turning his body around on his heels so he could come face to face with his paramour. He gently placed two hands over the demon's chest, wet eyes looking up at his own reflection on black lenses. "For me?"

"Us." The demon responded, clearing his throat and looking down at the hands over his own corporation, threatening to make his shrivelled heart burst through his chest like a seed ready to germinate. "I'm also going to be sleeping here, you know." He mocked, in an attempt to disguise how flustered he truly felt.

"I would not want it any other way." Aziraphale continued with a smile, reaching his hands up so he could pluck the glasses from the demon's face, placing them down gently over a side table nearby. "We're indoors. I would much prefer seeing your eyes over my own reflection on these things."

"Are my eyes fetching then, angel?" A hint of sarcasm in his voice, a hand finding its way into a stupidly tight trouser pocket.

"You old serpent." Aziraphale complained. "Will you ever let that go?"

"Never." Crowley responded quickly with a grin, approaching the bed. He kicked his black boots off, so he could then crawl his way on top of the mattress, laying upon it like a long, lanky starfish.

Aziraphale hesitated for a moment, unsure on whether it'd be proper to approach, fiddling with the edge of his velvet waistcoat before deciding 6000 years of distance should be put to a rest completely just now. He stepped toward the bed, sitting himself on its edge before letting his body fall back, his head over one of Crowley's arms, gazing up at the ceiling.

The demon didn't dare speak, lest he spook Aziraphale and ruin the moment permanently. Closeness is all he's ever desired, even if he had never allowed himself to believe it. For a few moments they just stayed, they just were, in a majestic Paris hotel, together, alone, free.

"So," Yet another one of Crowley's suave segues into a more uncharted topic. "I'm going to... do it. Again. Now. If you'd like it, that is."

"Do it?" Aziraphale questioned, turning his head to face his demon once more. Expectation poured into every one of his syllables, as his eyes drifted slowly down towards thin lips.

Crowley understood the subliminal message well enough. After all, this would be the fourth time they'd clash lips, feel each other's breath on their skin, feel their own hearts pound heavily behind strong ribs. So, without wasting a second more, the demon's free hand flew onto Aziraphale's cheek, pulling him closer so they could touch their lips once more.

Both beings now laid on their side, hands clinging onto each other's faces, lips pressed together as if the world outside had ceased to exist at once. Their kiss was the same as the previous ones, just lips pressed tightly against one another, motionless, until they decided they should part and rest their foreheads together. Celestial or otherwise they were, immortal, endless, and yet not one of them knew how to properly develop a kiss so it could last more than a few seconds.

Ignorant as he may have been, Aziraphale felt courageous that night, inspired by the freedom and the comfort that permeated his corporation, and so he decided to join lips again, this time moving them slowly, a shy smile crossing his expression after he felt the demon hesitantly reciprocate. A sound, though almost inaudible, escaped Crowley's throat; a groan, a hoarse noise of both disbelief and contentment. They did that for a while, hold on to each other's faces, hands descending hesitantly towards shoulders, pulling each other closer and closer as the atmosphere grew warm and mellow. After a begruding separation, they left their eyes closed and touched foreheads once more. A smile cut the angel's face, and a little chuckle allowed itself to break through Crowley's otherwise almost stoic face.

"Snogging angel, really?"

"I'm not even sure that that means, you fiend." The angel gazed up, observing how Crowley's face presented an utterly lovable reddish tint.

"You know. What we just did. Very human, in fact."

"Is it? I do believe you are tempting me into more and more human activities. A tempter you surely are."

"You started it."

"I most certainly did not."

"I'm a demon, you know. Resisting temptation is not really my forte."

Aziraphale responded with an amused exhale, gazing up at mesmerising yellow eyes. He had witnessed the birth of the stars, and yet no view was more overwhelmingly miraculous as the one he had the luck of perceiving in this moment.

"Fancy getting under the covers, then? Maybe some sleep?" Crowley suggested, and so they did.

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[440mxs-wife]

Mail Order Bride, Part 6: A Close Call

Pairing: Sheriff!McCoy x Paige Stone (OFC). Other characters: Nyota Uhura, Deputy Jim Kirk, Eleanora McCoy, Donna McCoy, Riley, Sarah, and Olivia Campbell (OCs)

Word Count: 4690

General warnings:  As the title implies, mail-order bride arrangement, parent’s illness, outlaws, overprotective sister, Wild West-level violence but some fluff as well. Each chapter will have individual warnings as needed.

Chapter warning: Angst, destruction by fire, deaths of minor characters, danger, character injury, probably some medical inaccuracy, but still a little bit of fluff, talk of pregnancy.

A/N: This is set around the 1930′s in the Western U.S. I will endeavor to remain as true to the historical timeline as I can. There may be some....bending of history to fit the narrative, but hopefully nothing major. This is, after all, a work of fiction. :) Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future chapters!

As always, thank you for reading. Enjoy!

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Nothing could've prepared them for the level of destruction that greeted them upon their arrival at the farm.

Although it took only twenty minutes to drive to the Campbell farm, it felt like an eternity had passed since they left the McCoy homestead. Once at their destination, it was gut-wrenching to see how much destruction had been wrought in such a short time.

Fortunately, the animals in the barn had been able to escape through an unlatched door. There wasn't much left of the structure where they were kept, except the charred remains of the framing walls. The trees in the far corner of the property were stripped of their leaves. The remaining branches looking like blackened skeletons clawing their way towards the sky.

Embers from the barn had landed on the roof of the house and some of the trees surrounding the home. With the extraordinarily dry conditions, the top floor of the rear of the house was becoming engulfed in flames. The Fire Department was having a hard time controlling it, even with the bucket brigade set up by the neighbors.

Nyota noticed the arrival of the sheriff, his deputy, and Paige, and rushed over to them. Paige met her halfway and the two women embraced. When asked about Mr. and Mrs. Campbell, Nyota sadly shook her head. She gestured over to where two bodies lay covered by a sheet, not moving, under a tree far from the dangerous and growing fire.

"Wait a minute, what about Olivia? Has anyone seen her?" Paige asked in a panic. She frantically scanned the property for the Campbells' daughter. When she couldn't locate the girl, Paige rushed over to where Leonard was standing. "Len, did the fire crews check inside the house? The Campbells have a 7-year-old daughter, and I don't seen her out here," she pleaded.

Leonard turned to his wife and put his hands on her arms. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I promise we'll find her. Go and stand by Nyota, so that way I know you're not in danger, okay?" he implored.

"But Leonard--" Paige persisted.

"Paige, please," Leonard replied sternly then softened a bit. "Darlin', I can't effectively do my job if I'm worried about you too. Remember what I said back at home, but you still insisted on coming with me?" he asked and she nodded her assent. "Sugar, I need you to do as I ask and stay out of the way," he explained.

Paige tore herself out of Leonard's grasp and backed up for a few steps before turning on her heel and marching away from him. As much as his words stung her, she knew that he had a job to do, which he couldn't if he was also distracted by her presence. She would do as he asked, but if she were granted a chance to help Olivia, she would not hesitate to act.

As she walked the short distance to where Uhura was waiting, Paige continued to scan the area for Olivia. The fire was starting to spread to not only the front of the house, but also the ground floor. The tops of two large trees flanking the house were also on fire, the flames destroying the branches as they inched down the trunk.

A small figure, clad in a pink nightgown, appeared in the doorway clutching a tattered blanket and stuffed teddy bear with a red bow tie. Tears were rolling down the child's cheeks, creating clean tracks in a smoke-stained face. "Mama?" a voice tinged with fear called out.

The sound of a child's voice caught Paige's attention, and her eyes finally landed on the figure now standing on the porch. "Olivia," she whispered. Without hesitation, Paige took off at a run towards the house. Unfortunately, she didn't notice that a couple of the surrounding trees were starting to sway and could break and fall at any moment.

 Paige was halfway to the front porch when Nyota saw her friend running head-on into danger. "PAIGE?? NOOO!!" she screamed, but the young woman did not appear to hear her.

At hearing his wife's name shouted in Nyota's panic-filled voice, Leonard's head whipped around to see that she had reached the house. Paige's arms were thrown around a child's figure, no doubt the missing Olivia Campbell she had tried to tell him about.

"Oh my God," he breathed as a creaking, groaning sound from the trees on either side of the house caught his attention. It wouldn't be long before the flame-weakened trunks gave way and fell. Depending on which way they broke, it could cut off Paige and Olivia's escape route, leaving them surrounded by flames. The possibility of losing his young wife pushed Leonard's brain into overdrive to figure out how to save them.

Paige dropped to her knees when she reached Olivia and threw her arms around the child. "Come on, sweetie, we need to get out of here. Hold onto me and don't let go, okay?" she begged as she quickly picked up the child. Olivia wrapped her arms around Paige's neck and tucked her head into Paige's chest. "Ready?" she felt Olivia nod her head. "All right, let's go, kid!" she exclaimed and the two of them ran away from the house.

When Paige and Olivia were nearly halfway to being out of reach of the fire, there was a loud cracking noise, followed by a whoosh of air. One of the tree trunks had snapped, made vulnerable from the licking flames that had consumed the outer bark and dry, inner flesh of the wood. It fell across Paige and Olivia's path, causing them to stop short in their run to safety.

"PAIGE?!? Sweetheart, if you can hear me, you have to go the other way," Leonard shouted. His shoulders sagged in relief when he heard her call back to him. "The tree that fell is blocking your path," he explained. Please hurry, darlin', he silently pleaded. I can't lose you. 

Leonard could see Paige frantically searching for another way out. He moved to intercept his wife and the Campbells' child to bring them to safety. As he lunged forward, he was forcibly held back by Deputy Kirk and the Fire Chief, as it was deemed too dangerous. For the moment, all Leonard could do was to wait in agony for Paige and Olivia to get close enough for him to rescue.

"It's okay, Olivia," Paige tried to assure the child, who was whimpering in fear. "Here, climb onto my back and we'll go this way," she declared, switching Olivia around behind her and turning them in another direction. The smoke had become thicker after the tree fell, and started to affect their breathing. Olivia began coughing, then Paige produced a handkerchief from her pocket. "Hold this in front of your nose, honey. It should help with your breathing," she remarked, coughing a bit herself.

With the smoke becoming more concentrated, Paige's steps grew slower and slower, and she felt like she was trudging through mud. But she had to get Olivia out of harm's way, no matter what it took. With a burst of energy, her pace picked up to close the distance to safety. However, the renewed sense of strength didn't last long, and it was proving increasingly more difficult for her to breathe.

While Deputy Kirk and the Fire Chief were formulating a rescue plan, Leonard's concern for his young wife and the Campbells' daughter continued to grow. As they were talking, the sheriff was only half-listening as he watched for signs of imminent breakage in the second tree. If it snapped, Paige and Olivia's only escape route would disappear. They would be trapped behind a wall of flames.

Leonard's eyes remained locked on his wife and Olivia. They were still making slow but steady progress, but were not yet out of danger. Before he could ask about the rescue plan, he heard a snapping noise from the other burning tree. Leonard wasted no time in rushing towards Paige, who dropped to her knees in a coughing fit as soon as he caught up to her. 

"Paige, darlin', can you hear me?" Leonard pleaded, and was relieved when she nodded, but she was still coughing. "C'mon, baby, we have to get out of here, before that other tree comes down," he explained. He helped his wife to her feet and scooped Olivia up into his arms. "Hang on, sweetheart, we'll get you and Olivia out of here, okay?" he promised.

"Okay," Paige croaked, which sent her into another coughing spell. Leonard reached into his pocket and gave her his handkerchief, then pulled his neck scarf up to cover his mouth and nose. He carried Olivia, while Paige held onto his arm with one hand as they raced to a safer position. "Almost there, you're doing great," he assured them. "Just a few more feet and we'll be home free."

When they were around ten feet from safety, Paige's hand was ripped from Leonard's arm when she stumbled over a rock buried in the ground. Deputy Kirk ran forward and plucked Olivia from Leonard's grasp and kept her by his side. At that moment, crashing and snapping sounds were heard, which caused Paige and Leonard to both look up in horror. The other tree was falling, and its trajectory would place it squarely in their escape route.

Leonard grabbed his wife by the hand and elbow to steady her, then they both ran the rest of the way to shelter. However, when the tree came down, a branch broke off and flew through the air. Its flames caught on Paige's sleeve and licked along her forearm, causing her to cry out in pain. Leonard quickly wrapped her arm in a blanket to smother any flames, grimacing as she whimpered and tears rolled down her face.

When he was sure the flames were out, he removed the covering to inspect her injury. Leonard tore back the singed fabric and gingerly probed the area with his fingers around the burn area. "Only want to take a closer look, sugar," he explained softly. He needed to determine the extent of the injury to her arm, but her breathing was still a top concern. He was worried about the level of Paige's smoke inhalation that occurred during the rescue of the Campbells' daughter.

"Olivia!" Paige rasped out in alarm, frantically scanning the property for her.

"Relax, sweetheart, I've got Jim lookin' after her," Leonard soothed. Of course she would be concerned about someone else's well-being before her own, he thought. It was one of the many reasons why he loved her. "And I think Doc Anderson is almost done getting her checked out. From the looks of things, she'll be just fine, then it'll be your turn, m'kay?"

Paige nodded, then her gaze dropped to her feet. She allowed Leonard to lead her over to be examined by Dr. Anderson, the physician attached to the Fire Department. The burn on her arm needed to be treated, as it was pulsing with pain wherever the air hit it. It was also still a little difficult to breathe normally without dissolving into a coughing episode.

Once she got to the makeshift ambulance, Doc Anderson appeared and gave her a thorough check-up. He confirmed her condition as consistent with smoke inhalation, and had a second-degree burn on her arm. She also had mild abrasions on the heels of her palms and her knees from the fall. "Don't you worry, Mrs. McCoy, we'll get you right as rain in no time," the doctor soothed, patting her shoulder. But before he could fix an oxygen mask over her face, she again croaked out a plea for Olivia.

Leonard gently grasped her elbows and locked eyes with Paige. "Olivia is all right, she's safe, darlin'. Her breathing is just fine now. She didn't inhale as much smoke as you did, thanks to your quick thinking with that handkerchief," he explained.

Paige nodded and allowed the doctor to fasten the mask over her face. He adjusted the knobs on the machine until he had properly regulated the flow of oxygen. When he was satisfied that everything was working as it should, he applied some salve and bandaged her arm. After the wound was dressed, the doctor left to attend to some other minor injuries.

Once she felt Leonard's hand in hers, she began to relax and her breathing improved. "I'm so sorry, Len," she remarked. Her voice was muffled by the mask, but he heard every word and he could see the tears brimming in her eyes.

"Oh my love, I know you are," Leonard replied softly, squeezing her hand. "I don't mind tellin' ya though, I was so scared when I saw you runnin' towards that house and that fire. My heart was near up into my throat. Don't think I've ever been that afraid of anything in all my life," he shared.

Paige blinked, causing the tears that were at her lash line to fall. "I wasn't even thinking about the danger to myself. All I knew was that I had to get to Olivia and bring her to safety. I surely didn't mean to frighten the daylights out of you. I'm so sorry," she repeated, her eyes cast downward.

Leonard carefully took Paige into his arms, and with his hand on the back of her head, he held her close to his chest. He gently rocked her back and forth as he murmured assurances into her hair and pressed kisses to her temple. "Sweetheart, it's all right, now that I know you're gonna be okay. Soon as Doc Anderson gives you the all-clear, we'll get you home so you can rest. You've had a busy night," he chuckled lightly.

Paige lazily smiled and nodded at his observation, then her eyelids began to droop. Leonard felt the shift in her breathing when it evened out and he could tell she had finally succumbed to the exhaustion. After Dr. Anderson made his final round and declared her well enough to travel, she was carefully disconnected from the machines.

The doctor gave strict orders that Paige was to be on bedrest for a minimum of three days and he provided wound care instructions for her arm. Leonard imagined it would be unlikely for his wife to last the full three days in bed. For this reason, he sent his deputy over to his mother's house to gather reinforcements. Eleanora and Donna agreed without hesitation to pitch in and help keep Paige out of trouble while he was at work.

***

When the McCoys arrived home, Deputy Kirk was waiting on the front porch, along with Eleanora and Donna. Leonard carefully helped Paige out of the car and walked her slowly up the front steps. Once there, his mother and sister each took an arm and assisted her into the house. The men glanced at each other and shrugged, having no choice but to follow.

Leonard helped his mother guide his wife to their shared bedroom, while Donna put the kettle on for some chamomile tea. Eleanora asked where Paige kept her sleeping attire to help her daughter-in-law on her way to feeling more comfortable, but Leonard wasn't having it. "Ma, Paige is my wife, and I will help her into her nightgown and make sure she's comfortable," he declared.

Eleanora held up her hands, as she was a bit taken aback at her son's insistence, though she quickly recovered. With her arms crossed over her chest, she stepped closer until she stood toe-to-toe with him, ignoring his height advantage. "Very well, Leonard, I'll leave you alone to take care of things. But, if you're not downstairs in fifteen minutes, I'm coming back up here. Poor girl's been through enough tonight without you tryin' any hanky-panky up here," she grumbled.

Leonard hung his head and groaned in mortification at his mother's suggestion, then called for his sister to collect their mother. Donna obliged and ushered Eleanora to the living room, but not without throwing an amused smirk over her shoulder at him. His gaze stayed glued to the floor as he shook his head and sighed deeply in exasperation. Though his annoyance was short-lived when he heard Paige giggle softly from where she sat on the end of their bed. 

"I'm so sorry for her comment, sweetheart," he remarked sheepishly. "Let's get you out of that dress and into something more comfy, hmm?" 

Paige gave her husband a sly, sideways glance with her lips twitching at the corners, attempting to fight a smile. "Why, Sheriff Leonard McCoy, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to seduce me," she observed playfully.

Leonard stopped in his tracks, halfway between their bed and her dresser, surprised by Paige's teasing comment. He turned to gaze at his wife, one eyebrow arched as a mischievous smile slowly crept across his face. Slowly he retraced his steps until he was directly in front of her then he dropped to the floor. He knelt in front of her, placed his large hands on her legs, just above her knees and locked his eyes on her. "Hmm, perhaps I am. Would this be such a bad thing, darlin'?"

An intense blush flashed in her cheeks as she realized she was out of her depth at flirting in this manner, even with her husband. "N-no, not as such, b-but I think your ma is about ten minutes away from marching back up here. Hardly enough time, my love," she added, batting her eyelashes.

A couple of heartbeats passed before Leonard threw his head back and laughed. "Unfortunately, you're right about it not being enough time. Well, that, and you are supposed to be resting and recuperating," he gently chided. "Come on, let's get you changed into something more comfortable before Ma decides to 'check up' on us."

Paige sighed then nodded as she stood up from the bed to allow her husband to help her out of her ruined dress. He took great care to slide her bandaged arm out of her dress, then tenderly slip it back through the short sleeve of her nightgown. He untied her boots and removed them along with her stockings. He then pulled back the covers for her and watched as she slipped beneath the sheets. Leonard tucked them around her, taking care not to disturb her injured arm.

He brushed the hair out of his wife's eyes, his thumb caressing her cheek. He bent over to press a kiss to her temple, then pulled up a chair next to her. Leonard smiled to himself at seeing Paige's eyes already closed, which was understandable after what she'd been through that night. If his mother and sister weren't downstairs, he wouldn't have hesitated before climbing into bed next to his wife.

The door slowly creaked open, revealing his sister with a tray arranged with tea service for two. "Relax, I told Ma nothing was going on up here, and volunteered to bring up your tea," Donna smirked. "Looks like she's out for the night," she remarked, gesturing towards Paige.

"Yeah, soon as her pretty head hit the pillow, she was out," he replied fondly. "Scared me half to death tonight, though. Runnin' into danger like that to rescue a kid, without any regard to her own safety." He ran a hand down his face and grimaced when he noticed the sweat and dirt that came with it. He gently released his hold on Paige's hand and stepped into the bathroom to wash his face and hands.

When he came back into the bedroom, he observed his sister held his wife's hand and was studying her face. Donna must have felt his eyes on her, because she turned and gave him a small, tired smile. "I remember being so rude to her when we first met," she murmured. "All I could think was that you were going to fall for her and get your heart broken again."

Leonard hummed in response and waited for her to continue. "Then I saw how the two of you acted together before and on your wedding day. Leonard....I can feel the love you have for each other. That once-in-a-lifetime happiness that you didn't have with your ex-wife. I've never been so glad to be so wrong about someone. By the way, I heard she met Jocelyn at the market. Also heard Paige gave her a verbal what-for," Donna grinned.

A soft chuckle escaped Leonard's lips. "Yeah, she sure did. She's young and sweet, but fearless, in her own way. My strong, independent, fierce, loving wife," he whispered as he brushed the hair away from her face.

"She's good for you, Leonard. I mean, you're definitely meant to be together," Donna remarked as she rose from her position next to Paige. "Come on, let's get out of here and let your wife get some rest." She retrieved the tray and started back downstairs with it.

Leonard leaned over and pressed a lingering kiss to Paige's forehead. "Goodnight, my love," he mumbled against her skin. He paused in the doorway for one last look at her before he dimmed the light and pulled the door almost closed.

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In the days and weeks following the fire at the Campbell farm, Donna and Eleanora kept Paige company during her recovery. Leonard, on the other hand, was busy in his office collecting and filing paperwork on the matter. There were forms to be completed by anyone who responded, law enforcement, the Fire Department, and the Emergency Medical Team.

A more pressing matter was that of young Olivia Campbell, whose parents, Riley and Sarah, perished in the fire. They had left their families behind in Virginia for a fresh start out West, a journey that occurred before Olivia was born. They'd heard of the rugged beauty of Colorado and the mining job opportunities for Riley, and their decision was made.

Through the Campbells' friends in Boulder, Leonard sent telegrams to a few potential relatives back East, informing them of the situation. Fortunately, Sarah's sister, Hannah Rogers, responded to his request. She explained that she and her husband, Philip would travel by train to bring Olivia home to Virginia.

When Leonard told Paige the news about Olivia, he could tell she was happy but at the same time she was disappointed. Some time ago, they had discussed how each of them felt about having children, and were relieved to know they were in agreement. Though their efforts in that area of their marriage had increased, the timing had not yet worked out for them. Eleanora assured them that when it was meant to happen, it would, which seemed to set their minds at ease.

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Summer eased its way into fall, which left Paige busy with harvesting, canning, and preserving the fruits and vegetables from her garden. Luckily, she received assistance from Nyota, Eleanora, and Donna, in exchange for taking home some of the finished product. The kitchen pantry was well-stocked with onions, potatoes, and carrots in burlap sacks. Jars of peaches, pickles, jams, and tomatoes in multiple forms lined the shelves as well.

One morning, Paige was in the kitchen making breakfast for her husband, and had just started brewing a pot of coffee. For some reason, the aroma of the coffee beans smelled differently to her and caused her stomach to start churning. She rushed outside behind the house and promptly lost the contents of her stomach.

Leonard came downstairs in time to see Paige re-enter the house and he cast a questioning look in her direction. "Everything okay, sweetheart?" he asked.

Paige cleared her throat before answering. "Not sure. Been feeling a little queasy lately, but nothing too serious until this morning," she replied with a hand to her midsection.

In an instant, Leonard was at her side, carefully guiding her to a chair at the kitchen table. "Now, when you say 'serious', what level are we talkin', sugar?"

"Well, it's little things. For instance, all of a sudden I can't stand the smell of coffee. The mere sight of strawberries is causing flip-flops in my tummy. And you know how much I love those," she pouted.

Leonard chuckled quietly at his wife's last comment, because he did know how much she loved strawberries. Once he thought about it, he noticed she had stopped eating a lot of her favorite foods as well. "We can call Doc Anderson or Doc Parker if you want," he offered.

Paige reached out and grabbed his hands. "No!" she exclaimed. "I-I mean, no sense in bothering them. It's likely just some stomach bug that'll probably run its course in a couple of days," she clarified.

He frowned, wanting to convince his wife to consult a physician, but at the same time, he understood her fear of doctors. Back home in Ohio, her mother was battling a chronic condition, for which its treatment is expensive. It's also what led to her parents' decision to offer Paige as a mail order bride.

Leonard cupped her cheek with his large hand, gently caressing it with his thumb. "All right, sweetheart," he replied softly. "No doctors. For now," he sternly added. Paige nodded and promised to consult a physician if her condition didn't clear up soon.

A couple of weeks went by, and Paige's bouts of nausea became less frequent and slightly more manageable. She learned which individual foods sent her running for the toilet, which allowed her to avoid them. However, she'd noticed a sort of longing for certain foods, ones she hated as a a child or combinations she would never have considered before. She decided to keep quiet about it for the moment, as she didn't want to worry Leonard with something that seemed so trivial.

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Paige and Uhura greeted Mr. Sulu as they walked into the supermarket and each grabbed a cart. The ladies chatted while they rolled their carts, up one aisle and down another, marking items off of their list as they picked them from the shelves. Paige felt lucky to have a friend to spend time with, even for something as trivial as grocery shopping.

They turned the corner and found themselves in the aisles containing peanut butter, jams and jellies, and other condiments. "Ooh good, there it is. I'm almost out of honey," Paige remarked.

"Why, have you recently been doing a lot of baking, or plan to in the future?" Uhura asked.

"No, the honey isn't for baking. Lately, for some reason, I can't seem to get enough of it drizzled over my dill pickles. Yesterday, I broke out a new jar of pickles and before I knew it, half of the pickles in it were gone!" Paige exclaimed.

"What?!? That's crazy! I've never heard of drizzling honey over dill pickles, though," Uhura replied, scrunching up her nose. "How long has this been going on?"

"Mmm, not long," Paige responded. "And no, I haven't told Leonard yet. He's got enough to worry about with his job. He doesn't need me adding 'weird food combinations' to his list," she muttered.

"There's more?" Uhura wondered as she grabbed Paige's cart to pause its movement.

"Y-yes, but nothing like the pickles and honey. I've been loving the taste of chips and marshmallows, cheese puffs with chocolate....peanut butter and pasta," she admitted sheepishly. 

Uhura giggled. "Those combinations aren't too exotic. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were--" she gasped.

"What? You'd say I was what?" Paige implored.

Uhura quickly shook her head. "Never mind, it's probably not that," she hastily replied. At the pleading look on Paige's face, she relented and took a step closer to her friend. "Is there a possibility you could be pregnant?" she whispered.

Pregnant? Paige thought. From what she remembered about what her mother went through with her siblings, the symptoms seemed to fit the diagnosis. It was certainly possible, especially because it had been more than a month since she'd had her regular monthly cycle. Then there was the nausea and the issues with certain foods.

The idea that she could be having a baby warmed her heart but also presented a mixture of feelings. First, joy at having a child with Leonard but also apprehension at how he might react.

All at once, Paige's heart started to pick up speed, her breathing became erratic. She could hear someone calling her name, but it sounded far away. Black spots appeared at the edge of her vision, growing larger until they consumed her sight and she felt herself falling to the floor.

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[silverisafukintrainwreck]

i'm bored and sleep deprived, so here i decided to share my danganronpa kins (as in relating to the characters) and why i even kin them! except they get more personal with each one. (i'll get into a bit of a rant for both of these so- be warned and stay safe reading cause dark humor about my trauma is my coping mechanism!)

1: ibuki! i swear she is literally just me. before i even knew what danganronpa was my friends would tell me i reminded them of her. absolutely her entire personality. i can't even begin to explain because iit's literally. everything. i am ibuki's sillyism fr

2: gundham! because i, too, have created a fictional reality and alter ego for myself that i get so engrossed with that i forget it's not. real. and i like to be very dramatic and extra about said alter ego and fantasies.

3: nagisa! ok to be honest my biggest red flag when it comes to this fandom is that i watched udg when i was like twelve and related a little bit too fucking much with the WOH. each of them in some ways, but the only one that still holds up to this day is nagisa. being a younger sibling of someone who is very academically smart when you're completely uninterested in that type of intelligence is a nightmare. the school i currently am enrolled in has an entrance exam. my sister passed one year before me, scoring second place. when i took the exam, i passed first place. not like i had a choice. i needed to be equal or better than her. i was better. but it still wasn't. enough.

4: celeste! picking up from gundham's "living in a fantsay" part, we have actually fulling embracing said fantasy and personality due to absolutely despising normalcy and being boring. this, along with a very important part of her character which i'll explain more in the last kin.

5: mikan! i have already made a post or another about kinning mikan, but here goes again. again on the topic of the not being boring thing, being ignored completely is my biggest fear. i literally rather have people hate my guts and insult me and lash out than them leaving me. i got caught up in a few bad relationships due to this. speaking of which, the smallest crumbles of affection or praise get me head over heels for people. lovebombing works like a charm on me!

6: the character who i hate relating to the most, kokichi. he used to be of my least favorite characters in the franchise. i couldn't figure out for the life of me why. recently i finally did. he remind me of ALL the worst parts about myself. it's probably self-explanatory what exactly i'm talking about, but it goes so deep that i can't even bring myself to talk about it in a silly tumblr post!

wow. that went a LOT deeper than i expected :D i think i'll shut up for a week after this

[mjjune]

Heads Up 7 Up / 6 Sentence Sunday / Last Line Tag

I have gotten a thousand tag game tags while I was sick over the weekend so I'm combining them!!!

I was tagged by @annetilney @isabellebissonrouthier, @aether-wasteland-s, @words-after-midnight, @ceph-the-ghost-writer @cljordan-imperium, @ls-daydreams, @oh-no-another-idea, @comicgoblinart @awritingcaitlin

So I'm going to do share a few 6-7 line chunks and the last lines from a few of my favorite scenes from twtr, my red riding hood retelling <3

7 Lines / Last Line

Even at a ball, in formal, stiff attire, they are still in sync. She walks as briskly as her heels will let her to The World Table and opens the door, where she sees only two knights and her mother in the dim evening light. Her mother’s face is grim, blue eyes glowing green against the firelight. ��Avi!” says a voice. It’s an older knight, hair thick and gray-white, with a large patchy birthmark over his brow. “Magnus…?” Avery whispers behind her. Gaze passing between them, she sees the fear on the knight’s face, and a dark understanding in Avery’s. “You were right,” Magnus says, looking away in shame. “A shoemaker in Lanagh was devoured. The Wolf is back.”

6 Sentences / Last Line

“Regardless,” The Queen says, “we have already lost one of our best knights to this monster. You are the only one known to have interacted with the beast and lived.” Besides your daughter. “Your task is to lead this team. Either kill the shifter, or find a way to capture it so we can study how to kill it. If it’s true that The Wolf disintegrated five years ago but has now returned, we need to know as much as possible.” Avery bows. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

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[roseianxiety]

Always You

Summary: As a young boy, Virgil often swooped in to save his geeky and timid childhood best friend, Roman, from his bullies. After years have passed without seeing each other, his friend has come home from abroad and now a completely different person than before, and ready to sweep Virgil off his feet. Virgil, of course, falls head over heels for the other.

AO3 - Part 5, Part 6

Content Warning: Medicine mention, Food mention

Author's Note: It's been a while since I updated this fic so here y'all go! This one is particularly very long, enjoy!

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Chapter 6

It hasn't stopped raining for a few days now and it was starting to piss Virgil off. Earlier that morning, he went out to do some grocery shopping and it was all warm and sunny outside but now, it was raining like crazy. Unfortunately, his dumb-ass self forgot to bring an umbrella. And now here he was, standing outside of the grocery store while waiting for the rain to subside (which looked like it probably wouldn't for the next hour).

Virgil groaned as he rubbed his face tiredly. He was cold and annoyed and all he wants is to go home and sleep or have a warm bath.

He was kicked out of his thoughts when he hears faint footsteps approaching him. Turning to look behind him, he spots Roman walking up to him with an ever-so-bright smile. His eyes were shining brightly and his lips upturned into a wide grin. He looks radiant. Virgil's heart skipped a beat after witnessing this.

Roman reached Virgil within a few seconds and smiled widely. "Virge!! Hi!!" He greets him excitedly. "What's up? Everything alright?" Roman queries curiously. Virgil lets out a sigh, looking at him sheepishly, "Um, I dunno, I'm annoyed 'cause I forgot to bring an umbrella and I don't know how to get home now." He admits, scratching the back of his neck. Roman frowns lightly upon hearing that but then his face brightens as an idea popped up in his mind.

"I have an umbrella." Roman blurts out as he pushes his white umbrella toward Virgil. "Huh?" He raises one eyebrow questioningly. "Yeah, we can share it! That way we won't be getting wet!" Roman insists. Virgil shakes his head in disagreement, "It's fine, Princey, you need it more than I do. I'll be fine, I'm sure the rain will end soon.". But as soon as he said that, the rain suddenly poured harder than ever.

Virgil sighs in defeat, "You know what? Fine." He grumbles quietly under his breath causing Roman to smile widely in victory. He then opens up the umbrella and holds it for both of them as they started walking. Virgil hugs his grocery-filled paper bag close to his chest to avoid it getting wet from the raindrops. "What were you doing at the grocery store? You seem to not have bought anything." He says, glancing up at Roman from the corner of his eyes.

"I was going to but then I saw you outside and you looked like you needed assistance. So here I am." Roman answers with a smile. Virgil halts in his tracks, turning fully to face Roman. "You were running errands yet you stopped just because of me. Why did you do that??" He asked incredulously.

Roman shrugged innocently. "Well, why not? You're my best friend. I wanted to help you." He answered simply, still smiling innocently. But his smile faltered slightly, "We're still best friends right?" He questioned, almost timidly.

"Of course we are," Virgil answered in earnest, staring directly into Roman's brown eyes and smiling gently at him. "Anyway, thank you, for assisting me and all." He added, grinning faintly. Roman smiles back at him and continues walking alongside Virgil. The pair of them continue walking in silence, contentedly soaking in each other's company as they made their way back to their neighborhood. Roman then glances down at Virgil who had his eyes staring forward, seemingly lost in his thoughts.

Roman couldn't help but study Virgil's features carefully as he walks, noticing the way his raven hair falls perfectly over his eyes and curls slightly. He notices the way his eyebrows furrowed slightly whenever his mind wanders elsewhere, and how his bottom lip was stuck between his teeth as he chews on it unconsciously. Roman just realizes the faint freckles that dusted Virgil's cheeks, how sharp his jaw is yet it also looked soft. He notices every little detail that makes up Virgil and he doesn't want to stop observing.

A sudden feeling of warmth rises to his cheeks when he realized that he was staring at Virgil rather intently. Quickly, he averted his gaze from the other and let out a small cough. Virgil turned around and looked at Roman with concern.

Virgil queries, concerned. "You okay?".

Roman nods his head rapidly, trying to assure Virgil that he was fine. "Y–yeah, I'm good...just...a bit cold." He said, trying to keep up the facade.

Virgil nods, quickly believing his little lie. "Yeah, me too. I'm freezing." He muttered.

Romam then commented, "Oh. Now that you said that, I just realized you're not wearing your signature hoodie.". He pointed out to which Virgil responded. "Yeah, I forgot to bring it along with my umbrella when I left the house." He sighs, rubbing his arm uncomfortably due to the slight dampness of the shirt. Roman noticed the slight shivers the other was emitting and immediately, he stops in his tracks and handed Virgil the umbrella before taking off his coat.

"What are you doing?" Virgil inquired, looking confused. "Here. Take my coat, please." He pleads. Virgil shook his head, refusing the offer. "No, no you shouldn't-". "Yes I should! It's only fair. Besides, I don't want you catching a cold. So please, take the coat. I insist," Roman said, giving Virgil puppy dog eyes. It was hard not to give in and accept the offer.

After debating whether it was worth it or not, Virgil eventually gives in to Roman's insistence and takes his offered coat, and slips it on. It was a bit bigger on him since Roman wasn't exactly skinny but it worked well enough. He was surprised at how comfortable the coat felt though, he liked how warm it feels.

"What about you? Didn't you say you were cold?" Virgil queries softly as he glances at Roman while he clutched the coat tightly. Roman shrugs his shoulders, "Nah it's cool, I could handle a bit of cold." He replied, smiling reassuringly.

Virgil nodded his head in understanding and looks ahead. "Thanks again for lending me your coat. You didn't have to." He thanked Roman. Roman smiled brightly at him. "Don't mention it.".

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Virgil stepped inside his room and waddled to his bed, plopping down onto the soft mattress. He sighs in contentment, finally able to relax. And God he was thankful that it hadn't rained anymore because going back and forth from his workplace to home would've been really shitty. He lay on his side, facing away from the wall as he began absentmindedly playing with the hem of his black shirt. He was thinking about what he was supposed to do today. Nothing seemed appealing at the moment, so he settled down onto his back, staring at the ceiling above him, getting lost in his thoughts.

Not even a mere minute have passed, and his phone pinged inside his pocket. He fumbled inside his pockets to retrieve the said device. He checked his phone of it was a message but it was just a notification. Virgil sighs, slightly disappointed. Thinking about messages, he just realized that Roman hasn't bothered him with messages again and it's been almost two days. Not like there's something wrong with that... well, there is definitely something wrong. After all, Roman has always spammed him with messages every single hour. Most of his messages weren't even relevant anyway (no offense though).

But maybe he's busy... maybe he's tired... BUT WHAT IF HE'S IN TROUBLE!?? Virgil shook his head and pushed those thoughts aside. There was no reason to panic and cause unnecessary worry. Roman will text him later, he's probably busy with school and stuff. Yeah... just busy.

Virgil stared at his device screen, contemplating whether or not he should send a message to the other man. Eventually deciding to do it, he quickly typed up a short message and sent it to Roman, and waited for a reply.

*Princey 👑✨ has seen your message*

He watches as a typing bubble appear and disappears for a few seconds. After another minute, he sees the message finally pop up on his screen.

'ello virhil'

'*vigik'

'*virgil'

'srry'

'cant mssge am sik :'('

*Princey👑✨ sent an image*

The photo showed a selfie of a frowning Roman with a cooling pad on his forehead while laying on his bed, he indeed looked exhausted and sick.

Worry bubbles up in Virgil once again as he quickly sat from his bed and dialed Roman's number. He waits anxiously, tapping his foot against his floor. It took a minute or two for Roman to pick up, however, instead of saying hello, he heard shuffling noises from the other line.

Virgil asks worriedly, "Roman? Are you alright?".

He hears another shuffle before Roman replies in a slightly groggy voice, "I'm bitterly jittery and not very glittery. I feel like shit." then followed by a coughing fit and an Italian phrase afterward. "Sorry 'bout that.".

"Hey, do you need me to come over and help you out? I can bring over and heat some leftover chicken soup that Mom made." Virgil offers. "You don't need to go through any trouble," Roman replies, his tone sounding hoarse after all that coughing.

Virgil shakes his head and replies, "It doesn't matter. I'll go get some chicken soup and I'll be there in a few minutes, I'm not just gonna let you cope up in your room and get through your fever all alone.". He rambled, standing up from his bed and grabbing his hoodie before heading to the kitchen.

"Okay... I'll see you soon." He hears Roman say before the phone went dead.

A few minutes later, Virgil stood in front of Roman's front door, ringing the doorbell. Heavy footsteps were approaching and soon after Roman answers the door with an exhausted and sickly face, still wrapped up in his blanket. Virgil greets him with a small smile. "Hi...".

"Hey, Vee..." Roman shoots him back a soft smile and then lets him in. Virgil shuts the door gently behind him. They made their way into Roman's living room, where Virgil set the plastic container filled with soup in the middle of the coffee table. Roman sits on the couch and motions Virgil to do as well.

Virgil complies and sits down before looking at Roman, "How long have you been sick? Have you drank any medicine yet?". He questions as he takes off the lid of the container. "Uhm...no?" Roman responds sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. Virgil then stares at him in disbelief.

"Wha– What do you MEAN NO?? You're sick and you didn't even bother taking your meds, wait, do you even have medicine?" Virgil rants in a slightly exasperated tone. "Well, I have a few painkillers and some cough drops in my room, I was planning to drink them but uh... I forgot–" He admits sheepishly. Virgil sighed and handed the plastic container and a plastic spoon to Roman who gladly took it.

"Here, it's still warm. While you eat that, I'll go fetch your meds." Virgil says, getting up to go look for the pills.

"You act like a mother hen." Roman comments as he takes a sip of the soup.

"And you act like a baby."

Virgil retorts without even bothering to look back at the other. He hears Roman let out an offended gasp and he merely giggles before climbing up the stairs. When he finally reaches the top, he went to look for Roman's bedroom and finally found it which was at the far end of the hallway for a while. He steps in and looks around, the whole room screamed "Roman" vibes with all of the Playbill, Disney, and other various posters on the wall.

He walks towards one of the nightstands near Roman's bedside, noticing a prescription bottle that was placed on top. "This must be it." Virgil hums and grabs the bottle and was about to make his way back when he notices something. He snaps his focus back on the nightstand and spots a picture frame. Virgil's eyes widened when he realized what the photo is.

It was a picture of Roman and him, both of them grinning to their ears as they stood side by side. They were in their swimming trunks, seeming as if they just got out of the water, looking happy as ever. They seem so carefree, so happy, Virgil smiles fondly at the sight, feeling nostalgic. Roman still kept this picture... even after all this time.

Virgil sighs before heading out of Roman's bedroom and going back to the living room where Roman was. He places the bottle on the coffee table and sits back down on the couch before glancing at Roman.

"You already finished the soup!? Did you, like, enhaled the whole thing?" Virgil asked with an incredulous expression, raising his eyebrows. Roman gives a nervous laugh and nods sheepishly.

"Well, I was really hungry," Roman chuckles, rubbing the back of his head. "But thanks for bringing me the soup and the meds, Vee. You're always looking out for me."

Virgil smiles softly at Roman, "Of course, Roman. I always will."

There's a comfortable silence that falls between them as Roman takes the medicine, sipping water from a glass. Virgil looks around the living room, noticing how neat everything is despite Roman's current state.

"Have you been taking care of yourself?" Virgil asks, breaking the silence. Roman looks up from a container of mashed potatoes that Virgil had brought along with the soup, "Hm? Oh yeah, I try to. But I don't think I've actually done anything that productive, I mean other than school though." He answers, putting aside the container on the coffee table and turning his full attention towards Virgil. "You know, I'm sorry if I've inconvenienced you today, Vee. I know you're probably busy with your own things."

Virgil shakes his head, "No, no, it's fine. I'm glad I could be here for you. Besides, I've been meaning to catch up with you anyway.".

"Oh, by the way, you still kept that old picture of the two of us? The one in your bedroom, us in swimming trunks smiling like idiots?" Virgil points out, smirking. Roman blushes a little, his eyes darting away from Virgil's gaze. "Uh, yeah. It's one of my favorites." He admits shyly.

"Well, I'm glad you still have it. It brings back good memories." Virgil says,

giving a light smile. "Yeah, it does.". There's a pregnant pause as the two of them simply gaze at each other before averting their gaze elsewhere in embarrassment.

They continue to chat for a while longer, catching up on each other's lives and reminiscing about old memories. As time passes by, Virgil realizes that it's getting late and he should probably head back home.

"Well, I should probably get going, Mom probably needs me now. But take care of yourself, okay? And don't forget to take your meds." Virgil says as he gets up from the couch. Roman walks him to the door.

"Yeah, will do. Thank you for everything, Vee. I really appreciate it." Roman says with a soft smile as he opens the door for Virgil. They both stand at the doorway for a moment, not wanting to say goodbye just yet. Virgil takes a step forward and pulls Roman into a tight hug, which Roman reciprocates eagerly. As they hug, they both feel the warmth of each other's bodies and the comforting smell of each other's scents.

They eventually pulled away from the embrace and their eyes locked onto each other's, a sudden spark of something that neither of them had felt before. It was a mix of emotions - confusion, fear, and excitement - all bundled up in that moment of eye contact. Virgil felt his heart race and his mind raced as he tried to figure out what was going on. Roman, on the other hand, felt a sense of clarity and realization wash over him. He knew, without a doubt, that he had feelings for Virgil that went beyond friendship.

But before he could process any of this, Virgil broke the silence. "Again, take care of yourself, okay? Always text me or call me if you need something, or just visit me, I live across from you." He rambled before smiling at him and then turning around to leave. "Bye.".

Roman watched him go, his mind reeling with the realization that he might be in love with his best friend.

Virgil, on the other hand, while he walked towards his house, couldn't help but feel that something had shifted between him and Roman. He wasn't sure what it was, but he felt a strange fluttering in his stomach whenever he thought about the moment they shared at the doorway. It replayed in his mind again and again. It was– All of this was so confusing to him.

He arrived at his porch and opened the door and stepped inside, closed it back, and leaned his back against the wooden surface of the door, running his fingers through his hair as he felt his cheeks get warmer. Why did he feel so flustered about this whole situation? And why did it affect him so much? That was normal... he thinks. Right...?

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[icarianiscariot]

you blog a lot about romance for a self-professed aromantic

yes well my particular brand of aromantic is "has fallen in love twice, ever, where that feeling was reciprocated, and both times it crashed and burned within 6-8 months"

my particular brand of aromantic is "it takes several years to find the capacity to even entertain the idea of a crush. except i don't get crushes, i fall head over heels and then self-sabotage because i get nervous and insecure and scared of how big my feelings are!"

my particular brand of aromantic is "i need someone to give me affection and attention consistently, regularly, for 6-8 months, without getting bored or tired and giving up on the idea that i could allow myself to establish a relationship" which is frankly cruel and unrealistic and nothing i would ever actually want to impose on anyone. no one should devote themself to me like that on the risk that i might be able to one day give them a label - how could i ever ask that of anyone?

my particular brand of aromantic is "they made one (1) passing comment that i took as an indicator that they would never actually date me, so i've lost any drive to attempt to pursue them"

i call myself aromantic because my romantic attractions are few and far between. i cherish them when they happen, though, and mourn them when they leave. i call myself aromantic because it takes very little for me to swat away romantic feelings, especially when lack of reciprocation is established or something else along those lines. i call myself aromantic because i don't think that anyone will ever actually wait for me, and i don't think that any entanglement i find myself in will last longer than half a year (i've yet to find anyone who stands this test of time), and i've contented myself with that.

but god, anon. don't we all crave being known? platonic or romantic?

i love being in love, when it's good. but all it has ever done is hurt me, in the end. still, i'm a hopeless romantic. maybe some day someone will have the patience and gentleness for me. maybe some day there will be someone i write poems for who stays.

doesn't stop the yearning posting, though. sorry. i'm a poet. it's what i do.

[ethicallysourcedhumanmeat]

Has this become my live journal? yep.

here's where id do a readmore if i wasnt on mobile

Tuesday I filed my wcb appeal, my caseworker based her decision on the job site analysis the company filed and said that based on that my tasks should not be repetitive enough to cause injury or stop me from working, my PT said that's insane and he's never heard of that bc even wcb knows they're inaccurate. i asked for a copy.

it says we rotate tasks *no I do the same two things sandwiches/catering or cutting cheese, both tasks are the same motion

never lift over 40lbs *a wheel of parm weights 70-110lbs, a box of chickens weighs 50lbs

rarely reach over our heads *the prepack meat i stock 2-3x a shift is stored on the top shelf, even with the step stool the lowest box is still at almost full arm extension

also that I am not 'bending over tables' *well I'm 5'3" and all my work spaces are waist height so???

like that's insane she straight up said I'm lying because some handbook from 20 years ago was like 'this is the ideal working condition' and bc in 3 years I hadn't gone to the doctor for right shoulder pain until the day I WENT TO THE ER??? retail is literally hell. Like I have arthritis in my hands and knees, this job destroyed one of my heels, I have TOS in my left shoulder, and [probably] endometriosis, my right shoulder aching from use was not a priority pain until it genuinely took me out and i still waited 3 fucking weeks. like they are withholding 3000$ bc I'm bad at going to the doctor in a province where there are actually no doctors? like i cannot even see my GP in person he's on leave and still has to take phobe appts bc no one can cover his patients but sure

the arts and crafts instructor job is moving forward slowly, I'll file my background check info tomorrow, they called my refrences friday, once my background check passes they'll set up first aid, I'm going to flesh out my lesson plan with middle schoolers in mind. And mention the possibility of running a weekly drop in crochet clinic.

Submitted my application for Music Arts friday, waiting for my highschool to get back to me about sending my transcript directly to NSCC so I dont have to figure out dropping them off in person, and I'm starting to try to figure out what instrument that I own to take lessons in bc independently taking instrument lessons is a requirement, really its piano or guitar.

guitar would be good bc there's only so much i can teach myself from scratch but I already have 6 years of piano that is muscle memory somewhere i yall know how i like being good at things

my audition prep for the application process is going well though, I just have to get that far and I'm a little confident I'll get through. Ive never felt as confident about a choice as this, I've only made it this far once before and that was writing in highschool when I applied to UMPI and even then that was a thing to do so I had a fallback for music.

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India Lima Yankee - Chapter 23

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 4055

Warnings: Death, terminal illness, near-death, lot of sadness

Summary: Juliette Kazansky discovers Maverick is back in town for a special training detachment, but she's more than a little blindsided when her Rooster arrives too. Having not spoken to him for almost ten years after their less than amicable break-up, Juliette can only imagine how the next few weeks are going to play out when she remains head over heels in love with him while he wants nothing to do with Juliette other than to forget her.

Or so she thinks.

Notes: Chapters in italics are flashbacks. I made this chapter long since y'all had to wait so long for it :)

Chapter Songs: You'll Be In My Heart (Piano) Beyond the Sea (Piano) Great Balls of Fire (Alternate Piano)

Chapters: Chp 1 Chp 2 Chp 3 Chp 4 Chp 5 Chp 6 Chp 7 Chp 8 Chp 9 Chp 10 Chp 11 Chp 12 Chp 13 Chp 14 Chp 15 Chp 16 Chp 17 Chp 18 Chp 19 Chp 20 Chp 21 Chp 22 Chp 23

Rooster

The words coming out of Juliette's mouth made sense individually, but Rooster couldn't make heads or tails of them combined. He didn't care, though. He loved how she lit up talking about her proposal, the way her sapphire eyes glittered with anticipation at the idea of presenting it, how an involuntarily smile would form on her kissable lips the longer she talked about it, how the facts sprouted from her mouth like she'd been born with them ingrained in her mind. Most of all, Rooster loved seeing Juliette's worries, stress, and melancholy melt away for a short while, the tension dissipate from her tightly wound shoulders. 

Rooster kept a hand on her thigh as a constant reminder that Juliette was here and alive, that this wasn't some cruel dream he'd wake up from and find himself staring at the charred remains of Coyote's plane instead of Juliette's glowing face. 

Around seven, she finished her work, and they migrated to the couch. Rooster turned on the TV, but neither one paid much attention to it. Juliette fell asleep on his shoulder thirty minutes in, exhausted from the rollercoaster they called today. Rooster didn't dare move a muscle, unwilling to break the peace that had finally overcome Juliette. Instead, he stared up at the ceiling, keeping his hand on her thigh as he unconsciously, lightly, tapped out the words he ached to say: India Lima Yankee. Even after their passionate kiss mere hours ago, Rooster was still scared to speak them in fear of pushing their relationship forward too fast. Juliette had never been one to act without thinking when it came to relationships. She liked slow and steady. Rooster learned early on before he started dating her that Juliette wanted to be wooed. It was the same day he bought the locket for her, the same one currently residing in the chest pocket of his flight suit. Rooster had meant to give it to her the next time they met, but he hadn't planned on that being this morning. Then she'd gone up with him and the other pilots, chaos ensued in the evening, and Bradley hadn't found the right time. Remembering Juliette hated being woken up, Rooster decided now was certainly not the right time either.

Darkness settled over North Island, but Rooster still didn't move. Instead, he allowed himself to close his eyes, to maybe get some rest while he waited for news, but the idea was short-lived because the door squeaked open. Rooster looked up, hoping it'd be Maverick with information on Phoenix and Bob. Instead, he found Hangman standing there, his expression perplexed but seemingly not from seeing Juliette passed out on Rooster's shoulder.

"What do you want, Seresin?" Bradley asked quietly, hoping not to wake Juliette. It didn't work. She stirred, blinking sleepily.

"Cyclone requested my help in finding Juliette. He needs to speak with her in his office. I'm to escort her there," Hangman said.

"Shit," Jules muttered grumpily, pushing herself up. "I swear to God if he's going to force me to see the doctor after what happened today..."

She got up and shouldered her purse. Rooster walked her over to Hangman and said, "I'll be here when you're done."

"Hopefully, this won't take long," Juliette replied, giving Bradley a quick peck on the lips. "I'll be back."

Rooster nodded and watched her leave with Hangman, who walked much too closely to Juliette for Bradley's liking. Swallowing his rising annoyance, he turned around and returned to the couch. He switched off the TV, the noise now grating on his frayed nerves. It'd been fine with Juliette by his side. She'd always had a calming effect on him, whether she intended to or not, but with her gone, the anxiety and worry from today rose up like a violent tidal wave, continually swelling, waiting to crash down on him in its monstrous size and drown him. Rooster simply sat in the darkness, though, unwilling and unable to move with the paralyzing fear gripping him. Something must've happened to Phoenix and Bob for it to be taking this long for him to get word on their condition. And maybe it was paranoia overtaking him, but a quiet, ominous voice in the back of his mind told him that whatever Cyclone needed to talk to Juliette about, it couldn't be good. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Rooster saw a familiar figure enter the room. He glanced at Maverick for only a brief second, avoiding looking at his captain's face in fear he'd see the news he didn't want to hear.

"They'll keep Phoenix and Bob in the hospital overnight for observation. They're going to be okay," Maverick informed, stopping a conservative distance away.

Rooster bowed his head in relief, silently thanking God for allowing his friends to live. There'd been too many close calls today, but they'd all survived. He could be grateful for that. "That's good," Rooster replied, his voice much steadier than he felt inside, the tidal wave still threatening to drown him. "I've never lost a wingman."

"You're lucky," Maverick said softly. "Fly long enough, it'll happen... there will be others."

Maybe it was his frayed nerves; maybe it was his pent-up fury at the man he loved so much but had been brutally betrayed by; maybe it was him wanting the answers he always wanted but never received; maybe it was Rooster wanting to hurt Maverick the same way his surrogate dad had hurt him all those years ago because as Maverick turned around to leave, Rooster said, "Easy for you to say. No wife. No kids. Nobody to mourn you when you burn in."

The words weren't true. Rooster knew Juliette and the rest of the Kazansky clan would be devastated if Maverick died, that Penny would be upset, that he himself would be distraught, but Rooster didn't care. The pain caused by the betrayal of Maverick cut Bradley to the bone, and it had been an open wound ever since, festering for almost two decades. Nothing and no one could stop him from finally unleashing his fury.

Maverick didn't turn around. All he said was, "Go home. Let's get some sleep."

The decorated captain tried to walk away, but Bradley snapped, standing up in outrage and demanding, "Why'd you pull my papers from the academy? Why did you stand in my way?!"

Maverick stopped, peering at Rooster over his shoulder. He hesitated before replying, "You weren't ready."

"Ready for what, huh?" Rooster stalked towards him, putting himself nose to nose with his captain. "Ready to fly like you?"

"No," Maverick said, finally turning around and meeting Bradley's gaze. "Ready to forget the book. Trust your instincts. Don't think. Just do. You think up there, you're dead. Believe me."

Had Rooster not been so far gone in his anger, the look of despair falling onto Maverick's face might've stopped him from what he said next. He wanted the man he used to look up to feel the same pain he had all these years, to feel some betrayal of his own. All Maverick had wanted was for the two men to reconcile. Bradley knew this, and he would steal those dreams the same way Maverick had stolen his by pulling Bradley's papers. In a quiet and accusatory voice, Rooster said, "My dad believed in you. I'm not going to make the same mistake."

Pained silence engulfed the two of them, both evidently hurting in their own way but unable to work it out. Rage rolled off Rooster in waves, colliding violently with the sorrow pulsating outward from Maverick. Who knows how long they would've stood there, their gazes unwavering from each other, had Warlock's quiet voice not gathered their attention from the doorway.

"Maverick," the rear admiral said. Something about his expression, although always stoic and collected, had an edge of sadness in it.

Mav cleared his throat and tore his eyes from Bradley. "Sir?"

Warlock's gaze briefly flicked over to Rooster as if he was trying to gauge the situation between the two aviators. But, if he figured out what was happening, he didn't ask. Bradley wished he would've inquired about the trouble between him and Maverick rather than the bombshell he dropped next. "Admiral Kazansky has passed away."

Both Maverick and Rooster staggered slightly back, stunned and disbelieving. How could Iceman be dead? The man who beat the cancer twice before already? Perhaps Rooster had fallen under the same denial Juliette had, that the doctors had misdiagnosed the terminal illness, or that he'd be a miracle case and survive it against all odds, or-

"Jules," Bradley breathed, the reality sinking in. Cyclone calling her into his office... it couldn't be a coincidence. "Where's Juliette?"

"I'm here," came her unsteady response, her voice barely above a whisper. Jules came into view, barefoot and supported by Hangman, who held her purse and heels in his free hand. How Juliette was even up and walking was beyond Rooster, but then again, she'd never reacted to shocking situations like most other people. 

She slipped out of Hangman's grasp and shuffled in a daze to Maverick, who enveloped her in a stupefied hug. "I'm so sorry, Juliette. I'm so sorry."

Tears rolled down her face. "I saw him this morning. He seemed to be doing better. I don't know what happened. I don't-"

Juliette broke down into hushed sobs, sinking into Maverick's embrace. Rooster bowed his head, hiding the tears forming in his eyes as he silently grieved the loss of Admiral Kazansky, the man who had supported Rooster at Top Gun when he'd had no family of his own, none that Bradley wanted there, at least; he grieved the man who Rooster wanted to ask permission to marry his daughter when the time was right; the man he had hoped to get to know once more but now would never have the chance. 

Out of his peripheral, Bradley saw Hangman set Juliette's belongings inside the room and shut the door behind him and Warlock, allowing the three to mourn privately.

Bradley rested a hand on Juliette's shoulder and squeezed it to let her know he was there for her too. As much as he wanted to be the one consoling her right now, he understood that she and Maverick shared a bond in regards to Iceman much deeper than she did with Rooster. Admiral Kazansky had been a rock for both of them, and now, he was gone.

"When's the funeral?" Maverick inquired, sniffling.

"Tomorrow evening," Juliette replied, hiccuping and pulling away. She wiped the tears off her cheek.

"I, uh, I need to go talk to Cyclone and Warlock about the preparations, see what I need to do." Mav turned to Rooster. "Take care of her and get her home, Lieutenant."

"Yes, sir." If there was one thing that could make the boys set aside their differences, no matter what, it was Juliette. Maverick kissed his goddaughter on top of the head and left the room.

"Let's get you home," Rooster said gently, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close.

She sniffled, frowning. "You need to change out of your flight suit. You'll get in trouble if you don't."

"It's fine. I think some exceptions can be made right now."

"No, don't- don't make exceptions for me just because-" Juliette's voice hitched- "Nothing is normal for me right now, and I need... I need some type of normalcy to occur. Please. For my sanity, I just need you to do what you would normally do if what happened hadn't-"

Juliette covered her mouth as a sob burst forth, and Bradley immediately enveloped her in a comforting embrace. She wept into his chest, her fists clutching his shirt like it was the only thing tethering her to reality. Having been in her position before, the possibility of that being true was strong. Rooster let her cry until no more tears could be produced, and the second of many waves of grief subsided. Without a word, he once more slipped his arm around her waist and grabbed her things, escorting her to his room. Juliette sank onto his bed upon their arrival, and Rooster swiftly changed into casual wear. He draped his flight suit over the back of his desk chair, taking Juliette's locket out of the chest pocket and slipping it into his keepsake box before she could see it. He could give her the locket one day, but not today. Now was not the time to bring up their past in any way, shape, or form.

Rooster grabbed his wallet, keys, and Juliette's belongings. She stood up shakily and gripped his hand in a vise. She might crush his bones if she squeezed any harder, but he'd let her. Anything to help Juliette through this. Rooster had been here before. He understood the helplessness and disbelief, the inability to fully comprehend that someone you loved and cared for so profoundly was gone. Time would heal the wound, but the scar would always linger as an emptiness in the heart that nothing and no one could fill.

Bradley briefly let go of Juliette to help her in his car, get in the driver's seat, and reverse out of his parking spot. However, the second he could, his hand was back in hers.

"Do we need to pick up Raptor and Lightning?" Rooster asked gently.

Juliette shook her head. "No, they're with my par-" she stopped short, correcting herself- "my mom. I dropped them off this morning to... to cheer up my dad."

Juliette's voice went up a couple of octaves as she tried to stop the tears from falling again with a barely successful attempt. No other words were aid until Rooster pulled into the Kazansky driveway. An eerie silence had settled over the place, and the darkness of the house didn't help. The only light showing, dim as it was, came from the living room. 

"I don't want to go inside," Juliette whispered, staring at her home with what Rooster could only describe as fear. "I don't want to be in the house he's not in anymore."

"You don't have to," Rooster replied softly, kissing the back of her hand. "I can go get the dogs for you."

Juliette shook her head, giving a small appreciative smile. "No, I have to. My mom needs me..."

Taking a deep breath, Juliette exited the car. Rooster followed her up to the front and inside the unsettlingly quiet house. Juliette called out for her mom, who emerged from the living room within seconds. Tears streaks stained the Kazansky matriarch's cheeks, and she broke down when she saw her daughter, who appeared equally as distraught and depressed as her mom. The two women tightly embraced, their bodies shaking while they wept into each other's shoulders. Rooster hung his head to avert his eyes, feeling like he was intruding upon a moment the two were sharing. 

Sarah Kazansky pulled away, and her gaze fell on Bradley. She smiled so warmly at him for someone who had just lost her husband, and it reminded him of his mom whenever she would go through periods of severe depression when missing Goose, how she would plaster on a smile that could brighten even the darkest of rooms. 

"It's so good to see you again, Bradley," Sarah said, pulling him into a hug. 

He willingly returned it, telling her, "You too, ma'am. I'm so sorry for your loss."

"Thank you, sweetheart." Sarah backed off, wiping fresh tears off her cheeks. "We knew this day was coming, but it doesn't make it any easier."

"Are you by yourself?" Juliette asked, kneeling down to pet Raptor and Lightning, who had come strolling in at the sound of the owner's voice. The dogs acted as upset as the humans, almost like they knew Iceman wasn't coming back.

"Yes. Jack and Lillian will arrive in the morning, along with Joey, and will stay with me for a while," she replied.

"Will you two be okay by yourselves tonight?" Rooster inquired, unreasonably worried about them being alone. It's not like they were in any danger. However, the aviator still didn't relish the idea of leaving the grieving women alone.

Sarah smiled appreciatively at him. "We should be fine, but if you'd like to stay, I know neither of us would object."

"I don't want to intrude. I'm sure you two would like to be alone, but if-"

Sarah shook her head. "You wouldn't be. If you have to get back to base, I understand, but-" her gaze shifted worriedly to Juliette- "if not, I'd like for you to stay the night. I'd feel better about it."

Rooster nodded. "Of course."

"I'm, uh, I'm going to take a shower. It's been a long day," Juliette said, standing up. She picked up her belongings and kissed Rooster on the cheek. "I'll be back in a bit."

He watched her go slowly up the stairs; Raptor and Lightning followed closely behind. Sarah waited until her daughter was out of earshot before saying, "Thank you for staying. I know things aren't what they were between you two, but after she nearly crashed in the plane-"

Rooster blanched. "You know about that?"

"Yes. Maverick called me, told me he was worried about her. If he was concerned about how she was holding up, I knew it had to be serious."

Hesitantly, he nodded. "It was..."

"Juliette will never admit when she's struggling, but I know the signs, and she's been showing them for a while. Even though things have been tense between you two, she's been happier recently, and all I can think of is that you and Maverick are around."

"It probably has more to do with Maverick," Bradley admitted, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I think I've caused her more stress."

"Maybe in the very beginning, but not now. Not anymore." Sarah grasped his arms, a sadness falling onto her face. "Thank you for staying with us tonight."

"Anything I can do to help, just let me know," Rooster promised.

"Would you mind playing the piano for a little bit? The house is too quiet, and I missed having you around to play. None of us could do it half as well as you."

"I'd be honored." Bradley offered his arm for Sarah Kazansky to take, and she did. He escorted her into the living room. While she took residence in her late husband's recliner, Rooster took a seat on the piano bench, his fingers gliding over the keys to play some soft melodies, nothing too sad to avoid adding to the already somber mood in the house, but nothing too upbeat either. Just... calm. He played 'Dock of the Bay' as it was the first one to come to mind, followed by 'I'm Yours' by Jason Mraz, 'Half of My Heart' by John Mayer, and a few others he could think of. He noticed halfway through the sixth song that Sarah Kazansky's eyes were closed, but Rooster kept playing in the event she wasn't asleep. She had asked him to play, and he would until his fingers fell off. Anything to make the tragic situation a little more bearable for her.

As Bradley finished off 'You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling,' Juliette slid onto the bench next to him, wearing leggings and an oversized sweatshirt, the too-long sleeves pulled over her fists. She had her hair pulled back in a clip, and she would've appeared completely fine save for her bloodshot eyes, a dead giveaway for the breakdown she must've had in the shower.

"Your mom asked me to play," he whispered, continuing to play a soft melody to prevent waking Sarah with the conversation. "Do you have any requests?"

Juliette rested her head on his shoulder. "Dad always loved Phil Collins."

Rooster nodded, going over the playlist of songs in his head. Finally, he landed on one, although he hesitated to play it. Unlike the others he'd been playing, this song verged on nostalgic and melancholy, especially given the circumstances, but he swore he could hear Iceman's voice telling him, compelling him, to play it, convincing Bradley any other song would be insufficient for the moment.

Rooster's fingers started playing involuntarily, almost like they had a mind of their own, and he started singingly softly along to 'You'll Be In My Heart.' Although Bradley couldn't see Juliette's face, he could feel the muscles in it contorting against his shoulder. Halfway through the song, he heard her sniffle, and Rooster's playing trailed off.

"I'm sorry. I should've chosen a different one," he apologized guiltily upon seeing her crying.

Juliette lifted her head and shook it. "No, no, it's not that. I love that song. Dad loved that song. It's-" she wiped tears off her cheeks- "it's just of all songs you could've chosen that I know you know how to play of Phil Collins, you chose that one."

"How come?"

She smiled wistfully at the piano, a fresh stream of silent tears rolling down her cheeks, but she didn't seem to notice. "I told my dad that if I ever got married, he could choose our father-daughter dance. Dad chose that song."

"You know-" Rooster swallowed the knot down in his throat as the gravity of the song's meaning fell over him- "my mom always told me that whenever 'Great Balls of Fire' started playing, it was Dad saying hi. I usually heard the song when I was going through tough times and needed a pick-me-up. So maybe hearing this song tonight was your dad saying he's still here."

There were three specific times Rooster remembered hearing 'Great Balls of Fire' an abnormal amount of times for a song that had come out in 1957: after his mom passed, after he cut Maverick out of his life, and when he'd broken up with Juliette. It always came on when he was feeling incredibly alone. Perhaps it was just a coincidence, but Rooster had always believed his parents were watching over him. And, if his parents were his guardian angels, then Iceman was undoubtedly his family's, letting his presence be known through Bradley playing the piano. It's why Rooster had mentioned his little belief, not intending for his words to break Juliette down again, but she did. However, the tears weren't full of sadness because she was smiling through them. Glancing over at the piano, she whispered, "Hi, Dad."

Bradley reached over and grabbed her hand. Juliette squeezed it gratefully. She stood up, keeping ahold of him. He followed her to the couch, and they settled in under a plush blanket while Raptor and Lightning lay at their feet. Juliette turned on the TV, changing the channel to one playing classical piano versions of popular songs from all decades.

"What's the sign that your mom was around?" Juliette asked softly, resting her head on his shoulder.

"It's 'Beyond the Sea' by Bobby Darrin," Rooster replied, smiling. "I have one faint memory of Mom playing it before we went to see Dad at Top Gun, belting out to it. She would always play it on their wedding anniversary, even after he died, and the anniversary of his death, but no other times. I think it hurt too much to listen to outside of those times."

"She must be saying hi right now, then." Juliette nodded at the TV. Following her line of sight, Rooster zeroed in on the caption at the bottom of the screen stating the song: Beyond the Sea. "I guess your mom and my dad are hanging out together."

"All we need is for 'Great Balls of Fire' to start playing, and then we know it's not a coincidence that the songs are playing," he replied, resting his cheek atop her head. The two of them fell into a comfortable, albeit sorrowful, silence, both wrapped in their own thoughts of their late parents, wishing they were here in person rather than having to look for signs of their presence. 

Slowly but surely, Rooster started nodding off, exhaustion overtaking him. His heavy eyelids finally closed, and as he drifted off to sleep, Bradley heard the all too familiar piano riff, gentler than normal but still recognizable, of 'Great Balls of Fire.' Smiling to himself, Rooster murmured, "Hi, Dad."

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some of our firsts pt.4 - vikki hiller x reader

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pt.1  2  3

summary: first fight. 6 months since part 3. vikki bought a new place. you are no longer an intern. you were assigned to a different department than your girlfriend but you still have lunch together daily.

includes: vikki x fem!reader, thoughts are italicized, all in vikki’s POV.

warnings: vikki does have some angst going on, smut implied near the end.

inspired by Dangerous ASMR’s audio on youtube

3,548 words

VIKKI POV//

Finally fucking home.

I throw my coat in the closet and my keys in the bowl by the door, letting out a long overdo sigh, "Motherfucker." I kick off my heels, throwing them in the direction of the rack and make my way to the living room. "Oh- jesus! You scared the shit out of me." I bring my hand to my chest to calm my heart, "Why are you sitting on my couch in the dark at 9:38?"

Y/n puts her glass down on the table, making sure to use a coaster, "You did give me a key, I was bored waiting for you so I started watching tv."

"Yes, I know I gave you a key. I remember. Would've been nice if you gave me a heads up, though. How long have you been here anyway?"

She shrugs, "I went home to change and stuff after I said bye at the office, then I came by." 

"Next time just ask first, okay?"

"I wanted to surprise you." she remains, thankfully, completely unbothered by my attitude.

"Well I don't like surprises." I sigh, going to stand in front of the AC, "Sorry honey, it's just- work went long and the heating on my floor went haywire so it's like a steam bath in there. I feel like I've been hot glued and all I want is a cold shower before I pass out."

"I thought we could eat and watch a movie, maybe after?" she offers.

"Oh...well it's just really not a good day for a date night, okay? I’m sorry."

She mutes the tv, "Did something happen after I left, work?"

"No no, nothings wrong. It's all peaches and cream, I’m just tired." 

"Honey, you can tell—"

"Look. I'm telling you everything's fine!"

She crosses her arms, "Why are you raising your voice?"

"Because I don't appreciate you playing armchair psychologist with me, why are you still pushing this?"

"I'd say it's because we've been together for about a year so I know you but it doesn't take a Ph.D. to know something is really bothering you."

I sigh heavily, pulling a cigarette from my purse, "Stop pretending you have some special insight on what goes on in my head, yeah? Because you'll be wrong every single time."

She rolls her eyes, "Vikki—"

"Everything's fine. Nothings wrong. I’d just like to be alone tonight. I'm tired and I need to sleep so I can do it all over again tomorrow. So just go home, please."

Y/n stares at me a moment before getting up, "Fine."

"Thank you." I close my eyes, leaning against the wall to blow the smoke out the window. She puts on her shoes, a frown on her sweet face as she picks up her sweatshirt- my sweatshirt actually. I can't let her leave like this. I quickly put out my cigarette and get in front of her just before she makes it to the door, "Wait- I- I'm sorry...please stay. Please. I- you're right. You are right I just didn't want to- please. Stay."

Y/n regards me silently before letting me guide her back to the couch. Once sitting beside me, she takes off her shoes and waits for my explanation.

Shit. Here it comes. "Okay..." I blink back tears before facing her concerned stare, "I'm good I-I'm good- and now my nose is running. Fucking wonderful!" I drop my head in my hands. I open my eyes to see the most precious person holding a box of tissues out to me.

"Honey, can you please tell me what's got you so upset?" she asks quietly.

I wipe my eyes, "This! All of this- this is what I didn't want you to see. This fucking blubbering. Well- because- okay. Sorry, brain constipation."

"Take your time." she places the box back on the coffee table.

"Okay. You know Eeyore, right? Kind of a sad sack, kind of an ass, keeps misplacing his tail—"

"Yes."

"Of course you do, everybody knows Eeyore. Everybody knows an Eeyore. Eeyore has friends that love and support him because that's what friends do, right? And partners. And this completely flies in the face of Pascal: the pressure is the same regardless of how many people share the baggage. The truth is that Eeyore is tolerated, but everyone knows they'd be happier without him around."

She nods hesitantly, failing to see where I'm going with this.

"But here's the grossly commodified version: the supply on the emotional labor market just can't keep up with the demand. So I don't want to be your Eeyore. I want to be your rock! You know- your Dwayne fucking Johnson. But now?" I throw my hands in the air, standing to pace. "Now I'm borderline dead weight instead."

She shakes her head, "No you are not, baby, what brought this on?"

"Right...I'm getting to that."

"Can you please sit you're making me nervous."

I plant myself back beside her, "So that promotion. The one I've been telling you about since we met. Didn't get it! I got passed over and I guess I'm not taking it that well."

"Honey...I'm so sorry. Do you know who got it?"

"They gave it to Mr.Bing from statistical analysis and data reconfiguration instead. Mr.fucking-Bing. Mr.always-on-time-everybody's-best-friend-never-makes-mistakes Bing. Fucking hate that guy." I let out a dry laugh, dropping my head into my hands again. Fighting harder to hold the tears back when she starts to gently rub my back, "I was a little upset about that and so I went and stepped into boss man's office to ask why."

"Vikki." she whispers in disbelief.

"I know, I should've known better. The day only got worse from there."

"He told you off?"

"Oh he let me know alright. Wasn't polite about it either or restrained. The man really needs to find his inside voice. It's like he has this uncanny ability to see through you and say just the right thing to tear apart any piece of self esteem you have left." She moves closer to me. One hand resting on my forearm, the other gently massaging the back of my neck, "Gotta be the fucking whisper ring helping with that, they see everything."

Y/n shakes her head, "He's an ass. It's like he gets off on tearing people apart."

I don't know whether to laugh or gag, "And now I have images in my brain I need scrubbed. I really don't need to be thinking about what makes his little dill pickle tickle."

Chuckling softly, she lays her head on my shoulder, rubbing up and down my back with the hand that isn't holding mine. 

"You wanna know what the most frustrating part is? This guy they picked, Mr.Perfect, he's peak professionalism. He's got seniority over me anyway so honestly he probably deserves the promotion. I swear some people exist just to make the rest of us feel inadequate. And he's never been anything but nice to me either! God I hate that." I rest my head on top of Y/n’s, subconsciously leaning my body closer her.

"I'm pretty sure I've met him.” she mumbles, “He was nice enough but personally I don't see why everybody finds him so charming, maybe that's just my bias talking." 

"Well then there's me! Fantasizing about beating the guy with his own fucking spine for daring to be better than me" my voice cracks. I am pathetic.

She moves to kneel in front of me, using both thumbs to wipe my tears, "You know you're incredibly talented at what you do. You should never compare yourself to others."

"I shouldn't compare myself to others, really? Alright. Let's just take a step back and look at the facts before reality takes the house and the kids in the divorce."

She rolls her eyes.

"Why shouldn't I? Hm? You know everyone else will. That's what we do. We rank each other by talent, intelligence, effort, looks, and we do this from the time we tie our shoes. None of us live in a bubble and pretending we do is delusional. I mean- you can argue but you know I'm right. Really activates the almonds, doesn't it?"

"You told me ruling your life by other people's opinions is like asking a toddler to do your tax returns." she deadpans.

"That's just me I guess, I'm full of shit! You shouldn't listen to anything I have to say except for what I'm saying right now."

She sighs and sit back on the couch when I start to pace again.

"Six years of my life I put towards it and I have nothing to show for it! I'm right where I started! I realize I'll probably never be queen of the office universe, I'm okay with that! I don't need to be the best. I don't need to beat everybody else to be happy. I don't need to win—"

Y/n pulls me down to sit and holds both of my hands, "You are far from where you started. You are co-head of your department, you're a consultant for some of the most important clients—"

"I just need to not lose! That's what I can't handle. It's just- I try so hard, you know?"

She wipes my face, "I know you do, baby." 

"It takes me hours every morning to put on my face, to dress up, to appear fucking immaculate every day. Every day I work at 150%. Every day I try to be professional, respectful, helpful, kind, then after work I bust my ass at the gym because it's supposed to make me feel better about myself. Then once I get home I read big name, big brain authors I don't really care for so I don't feel like I'm wasting what little free time I have left."

She thankfully allows me to continue my rant.

"I've done everything I could possibly think of and it's still not good enough. It's not enough." I shrug, meeting her eyes with my watery ones, "I tried my best and I failed. I tried to be the person I want to be and not the person I- that I am. Fake it till you make it, right? But I guess I didn't make it."

"You didn't make it yet" she corrects.

"Yet. Sure. I know what you're trying to do and I appreciate the crap out of it," I offer a weak smile, "but I don't think it's gonna work."

Y/n gets a tissue and turns my face towards her.

"So...is this it then?" I ask just above a whisper.

She wipes the runaway makeup from my under eye, "What is?"

"You know...for us...I mean this bitching and moaning mess of a woman isn't exactly dommy mommy of your dreams is she."

She looks at me taken aback, "Why would—"

"I lied to you." I gesture to myself, "This is me. Behind all the bullshit bravado I'm still just a stupid, insecure, child. It's all fake! So- I get it."

"I'm not going anywhere." she says, raising her voice.

The only time Y/n really yells is in excitement or during- "Oh... well I- it- I—"

She blinks at me, "I- well uh- wha- yeah, no. You're kinda stuck with me. This very much is not it for us. Are you serious?" she starts to smile.

"I just thought—"

"That I'd walk away?" she laughs lightly, "No chance in hell, baby."

I can't help but laugh along with her, "Hey, don't laugh at me! I really thought- I thought you'd- well...I'm glad to hear that."

"Honey, why would you think that?" she tucks my hair behind my ear.

"Well I- it's just that- I'm supposed to be the dom. I'm supposed to be the responsible one, the one with her shit together. I was...scared that you'd find out and..."

"You’re still a human being, Vikki. It’s amazing when we explore that part of ourselves- of our relationship but I don’t need or want you to put on some persona every breathing moment. I’d miss you too much. Repeat after me—"

I scoff, trying to play off how emotional she just made me, "What? I'm not gonna- what?! I'm not gonna repeat after you, this is gonna be all sappy isn't it? I'm only a stupid little girl on the inside you know."

Y/n stares at me unimpressed.

God I love her- wait, "Okay! Okay, fine! I'll do it jesus. Twist my arm."

"Are you ready?" she asks, undeterred.

I sigh in preparation, "Yup."

"There's nowhere else you'd rather be."

"There's nowhere else you'd rather be." I repeat dramatically.

She pouts slightly, "Be serious. You have to look at me when you say it, babe, okay? There's no one else you'd rather be with."

I smile knowing where she's going with this, "There's no one else you'd rather be with."

Y/n starts to grin, "For the entire time that you've known me, I've been your favorite person in the whole fucking world."

"For the entire time that you've known me, I've been your favorite fucking person in the whole mother-fucking world."

She tries not to smile at my ad-libs, "You're not going anywhere."

"You're- you're not going anywhere." I repeat quieter.

"Good. Someone I love very much said that to me and snapped me out of a lot of negative thoughts." she pecks my cheek.

"Thanks. Thats-" I start to sniffle again, making us both laugh, "We're doing this again apparently." She hands me the box of tissues. "I don't know what to say... seems I've misplaced my words-"

"That never happens!" we say at the same time.

"Yeah...thanks" I smile at our joined hands.

She gives me my favorite smile, "You hungry?"

"Oh- yeah! We can order something to eat if you want. Something has to still be open." I head into the kitchen for take out menus.

{ pretend the table isn't set obvi }

"Actually, I cooked."

I quickly turn to face her.

"Lasagna." she shrugs.

"You made lasagna?! That must've taken you all evening- I didn't know you could—"

"I can't really, I just wanted to try and to surprise you." she shrugs again, smiling.

"I love surprises!"

"You just said you hated them." she raises a brow, pointing at the living room to reference the start of our conversation.

"Wha- I did say that, didn’t I? Here I am coming home late and then I just yell at you! I'm the fucking worst. I'm so sorry." I close the menu drawer with my hip.

"It's okay, You were understandably upset—"

I pull Y/n closer by her waist, "No it's not okay! It was bullshit. I've never taken my frustrations out on you and I don't intend to start now, I shouldn't have done that."

"True, but I understand. I wasn't taking you seriously anyways. I was gonna come back in like an hour. I don't even have pants on- I didn't even pick up my bag!" she laughs, pointing behind her.

I look down realizing she's only covered by one of my big t-shirts, then to her overnight bag next to the couch she brings to change out the clothes in the drawers I keep open for her.

"I knew you just needed time to rant." she adds.

"What gave it away?"

"You're abnormally quiet when you actually want to be left alone, but when you want to vent you are quite the screamer." she smirks, laying her arms over my shoulders.

"You've been hanging around me too long. My sweet innocent baby bean would've never said that last bit without stammering. About that lasagna though, I do love that."

"Oh good! I was worried." she admits.

"It's like my second favorite dish!"

"What's your first favorite?" she preheats the oven.

"You, obviously." I look her up and down as she bends to put the pan in the oven. This girl brings a whole bag, has two drawers, and still ends up wearing my clothes. "Maybe for dessert you can have some of my peaches and cream." I add, making light of what I said during my tantrum.

"Yeah?" her cheeks are tinged a bit pink..

"Mhm...you'd like that, huh? I don't suppose you brought a bottle of wine with you, too?"

"Check the fridge." she hops up on the counter.

Sure enough two bottles of my favorite merlot are on the top shelf, "Oh my god." I stand between her legs, taking hold of her hips, "You. Are. Just. Amazing. You know that?"

Y/n rolls her eyes, "Am not—"

"You are! You're like a mozzarella stick. You have this crusty outside—"

"Alright" she nudges my shoulder.

"Kidding!" I peck her cheek, "You have this outside shell to get through, but inside you're all soft and gooey and deliciously stretchy. You can be a little bland sometimes -not that I mind at all because I am too- but I'm not gonna lie. But dip you in something tangy and oh my god. Mm mm mm." I take hold of her chin and bring her into a kiss, "The flavors? Like fireworks in my mouth. The absolute best."

"You're funny." she deadpans.

"It's true! And I'm the something tangy by the way." I wink, "Just take the compliment, would you?"

Y/n shakes her head, failing to hide a smile.

“So ungrateful,” I pull her closer to the edge of the counter, "listen to me, sweet bean." I peck her lips ever so softly, "If not I don't think you've earned dessert anymore, baby." I gently take hold of her throat, "So here's what we're going to do instead..." I bring her face closer so I can whisper in her ear, "I'm going to gag you. I'm going to tie you down, arms and legs, leaving you completely at my mercy...and then?" 

I bring my lips back to hers for a long kiss, pulling away when she goes for tongue, causing my girl to groan in frustration.

"Then I'm gonna compliment the shit out of you and I won't stop until you stop rolling your eyes at me. It's called tough love, sexy. You're gonna learn how to take it."

Y/n scoffs, "Because you can?"

When did she get so bold? "You- I'll have you know I can take a compliment, when they're deserved."

"It goes both ways." she crosses her arms over her chest.

"So do I but both facts are irrelevant. We don't have to agree on everything, only the important things. Such as what's for dinner and who's big spoon."

She stares at me blankly.

It appears I’m whipped, "Fine. You're right. It goes both ways. And we'll get into that when I'm done with you." I throw her over my shoulder making her squeak.

She swings her legs, “I thought you were hungry?!”

“I am.” I smack her ass and head down the hall.

“The oven!” she reminds me.

“Right!” I back into the kitchen so Y/n is facing the stove. Bending over as pushes off my butt so she can be leveled with the buttons. Two beeps later and we are on route to the bedroom. I'll have quite the appetite later.

(( time skip / vikki tore it up / still her pov ))

We didn't make it to the bedroom. Sue me, I couldn't wait. 

"I'm glad we had that talk...and then the not talking part. Though I don't know if we can do it on the floor again, not good for my back." I feel my girl smile against my bare shoulder, "And I'm really glad that you're still here." I whisper, running my fingers through her hair like a lovesick fool.

"Of course I'm still here. I really care for you, V.” she mindlessly traces hearts on my stomach, “I get it if you wanna behave differently at work but never around me, okay?"

"Okay...if this is what it's like being vulnerable it's not all bad. So I guess I'm all in. From now on you're gonna get dommy mommy and the insecure child and everything in between.” I drop the bravado, “I hope it's enough- that I'm enough."

Y/n tilts her head enough to lean in for a sweet kiss, "You are more than enough. So get it through your head that I love you and I'm not going anywhere no mat—"

"I love you, too."

She freezes, "What?"

"I. love. you."

"You love me?" she repeats robotically.

"A whole lot, yes. Heaps and bounds and loads and tons—"

Grinning, she moves from on top of me.

I sit up on my elbows, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm planning."

"Right now?!" I unconsciously pout at the fact that we’re not cuddling anymore.

"Yep!" she giggles.

"For what?" I shout after her as she heads into the kitchen.

She comes back in, water in hand, pulling me up and towards my room.

"Bean, what're you doing?” I ask.

Y/n hands me a bottle waiting for me to drink it, "Drink up."

"What are you doing?" I ask again, laughing as I offer her some.

She smiles taking a sip, "We're not making love for the first time on the living room floor! Now drink up, don't want you getting a cramp."

"Oh haha, because I'm the older woman now? We'll see who taps out."

It definitely will not be me.

[just-here-for-the-moment]

Word count: 3900+

Rating: explicit, 18+ only

Outline: It’s Father’s Day again, and you and Whiskey are trying to revive your sex life. Based on the fic “An Unexpected Occasion” with permission from @quica-quica-quica Agent Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x “You” (cis/het female reader; “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: oral sex/M receiving; oral sex/F receiving; unprotected P/V sex in the context of established relationship; use of clitoral vibrator; medium-level bondage/wrists and ankles/F receiving; medium-level impact play (spanking/hands/leather flogger) F receiving; light throat play/hands on neck/F receiving; a smidge of lactation kink; one instance of Jack calling himself “Daddy”; Jack running his FILTHY mouth; mentions of pink champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries

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Things hadn’t been exactly dead in the bedroom since your daughter was born, just a little slow and awkward. Jack had taken to fatherhood like a champ, cuddling and cradling the baby in his strong hands when she made her appearance just before midnight on New Year’s Eve. You had nothing to complain about, outside of the usual hormonal shifts and new nursing mom adjustments. Your pregnancy had been textbook-healthy, and other than refusing to sleep through the night, your 6-month-old baby was sweet and easy. Her gray irises and peach-fuzz hair had darkened since birth, and now she was a copy of her daddy, all dark eyes and dimples. The only thing you missed from your “before” life was the higher frequency of good-quality sex with Jack.

You knew from your own work with new moms that it sometimes took months for new parents to get back into the swing of things, but it had still been a rude surprise to find that you and Jack were so tired and busy with parenting that it sometimes took a whole week or more for you to find a mutually-agreeable time to get busy. It sucked, and you missed him.

Just like last year, Jack was out on assignment the week leading up to Father's Day. Valentine's Day this year had been a total bust. Both of you were so wiped out that you had spent the evening bickering and then passed out on the couch in front of an action movie at 8:40 p.m. before waking up at midnight for a quick fumble. Your birthday in April had been similar. You had taken the baby to Grandma's for the evening, and instead of having a romantic dinner out, you had gotten into a minor fender-bender and spent the evening with a heating pad on your neck while Jack argued with your auto insurance company's 24-hour hotline.

So you decided that since it was Father's Day and you were feeling a smidge less tired, and a pinch more sexy, you would use Jack's week away to prepare for a mind-blowing weekend. You bought new bed sheets, got your hair and nails done, and ordered some items online that you hoped would spark his interest again and lead to something playful and fun: lengths of soft, specialized bondage rope, a leather flogger, and a new vibrator, shaped like a tongue with a little divot on one side to cup your clit.

A nurse at work had turned you on to the device, claiming that the soft silicone and specialized shape had given her better climaxes than she’d ever experienced with 30 years of bullet vibes. At least that was one good thing about being in the business of having babies; nobody was shy about sex or the human body. You had plugged it in to charge and took the time to read through all of the instructions, holding it against your hand to feel the different levels of vibrations. You wanted to save the test run for Jack’s return; you were eager to see what he thought of it.

You also chose some lingerie that seemed fairly forgiving for your post-baby body: a black babydoll nightgown with hot pink lace, and a sheer robe and slippers to match. As a labor & delivery nurse you knew better than anyone what pregnancy did to women's bodies, but it was still a little upsetting to see the odd bumps and rumples on your torso that didn’t seem to want to shift. You figured (hoped anyway) that when Jack saw the effort you were going to, he wouldn’t care what “flaws” were hiding underneath the gauze and lace. An hour before Jack was due home, you showered and dressed in your new lingerie. A box of chocolate-covered strawberries and a bottle of pink champagne were chilling in the fridge. Now you just had to wait.

Jack arrived home right on time, and you sprang up from the couch to greet him at the front door. He lumbered inside with a groan and dropped his overnight bag in the foyer. You didn’t give him a chance to remove his hat before you were rushing to embrace him. “Jack! Baby, I'm so glad you’re home.”

“Oh, honey, I’m so glad to see you. Where’s the baby?”

You let go of him and stepped back so that he could take in your new outfit. You spun once to give Jack the full view, and then stepped up close to give him a kiss.

“She’s at Grandma’s for the weekend,” you murmured against his lips. “I have champagne in the fridge, and some surprises for you for Father’s Day.”

Jack chuckled and groaned at the same time. “Oh, honeysuckle. That sounds divine, and you look amazing.” He kissed you and slid one hand down to grab your ass. “Is this my surprise?”

You laughed. “Part of it! Come with me, cowboy.”

You led him to the bedroom and made him sit down on the bed. He toed his boots off and started unbuttoning his shirt. You knelt behind him on the bed and rubbed his shoulders as he undressed. “I’m so glad to see you Jack. Are you in the mood to mess around?”

He stood up and turned to you as he removed his pants. “You tell me, sugar.” He slid his tight jeans off and you saw his erection straining against his briefs. He chuckled at you as he stood in his undershirt and hat.

“Oh yeah,” you waggled your eyebrows at him. “I’m so glad you’re home, Jack. We have a lot to catch up on.”

He threw his hat on the dresser and leaned over you to plant kisses to your cheeks and neck and collarbone. You leaned back and he lay on top of you, murmuring against your neck and hair as he nuzzled you. “What’s new, pussycat?”

“Oh, well…” you hummed contentedly. “I did some shopping, got my nails done, bought this new nightie…”

Jack moved down to nuzzle your cleavage. “I see. And what’s underneath? Is that for me, too?”

“Oh, of course Jack. And I got some new toys that I hope you’ll enjoy playing with, too.”

“Is that so?” Jack pulled back and smiled at you. “Can I see?”

You grinned and nodded. “Let me up.”

Jack rolled away from you and you practically bounced over to the closet to retrieve the large gift bag you had put together. He sat up on the edge of the bed and took the bag from you with a raised eyebrow. “Heavy,” he commented.

He reached in and pulled out the leather flogger first, a wicked smile spreading across his face. “Oh, honey, you know just what I like.” He ran his fingers through the leather falls and then slapped it once, lightly against the bedspread. “Well that’s going to be fun.”

You threw your head back and laughed. “Keep going. There’s more in there.”

Jack reached into the bag and pulled out three bundles of soft bondage rope in pearl gray, white, and black. A soft “Ohhh, I see,” fell from his lips. “You need to test my rope skills, keep me fresh? Is that it?”

“Well it never hurts to practice.” You winked at him. “Keep going, there’s one more thing in there.” You clasped your hands together and waited for Jack to set the rope down on the bed. His hand disappeared into the bag one last time and he pulled out a small white satin drawstring bag; the storage bag that the company had included with your new “device.”

Jack frowned as he opened the bag and pulled out the black vibrator. “What’s this?” He cocked an eyebrow at you.

“A new vibrator. Very advanced technology, and it’s rechargeable and waterproof! Seven different vibration patterns and each one has five different levels.” Jack let out a long, low whistle at that.

You wiggled your eyebrows at him again. “You wanna play, cowboy?”

“Oh, honeybee. I thought you’d never ask.” Jack reached an arm out to circle around your waist and pull you closer. You put your hands on his broad shoulders and leaned down to kiss him as his hands cupped your ass.

The two of you melted together and time slowed down. You had missed this, missed him; missed the easy intimacy that you had shared so much of before the baby came. He felt familiar and good and strong under your lips and hands, and you felt like you had all the time in the world to reintroduce yourselves to each other.

Kisses turned into groping, and you stopped Jack only once to remove your robe and heeled slippers. When you stood before him in just the nightgown and the matching G-string, Jack ran his eyes and his hands appreciatively over your body. You suddenly felt silly that you had ever imagined that Jack would care about any postpartum changes. This was a man who was covered in scars and dings of his own from years of a physical job, he wouldn’t care that you were softer in some places and more wrinkly in others. He just wanted to love you.

You leaned over Jack to reach for the white bundle of rope, and offered it to him as you kneeled down between his legs. You tugged at the waistband of his underwear and he lifted his hips to help you get them off. His cock sprang free and you moaned at the sight of it, taking it into your hands and mouth to lavish attention on him. Jack unwound the length of rope as you kissed and caressed him, then he reached down to pull your wrists up above your head. You pulled off and looked up at him with a smile as he expertly wrapped your wrists, palms pressed together in a prayer position.

He looked down at you with a gentle smirk. “I didn’t say you could stop, honey.”

You hummed out a laugh and bent your head down between your elbows, going back to work with your mouth. Jack leaned back slightly to give himself room to finish wrapping your wrists. When he was done he gave it a tug. “Too tight?”

You pulled off long enough to say, “Just right, baby,” before diving back down to try to swallow him all the way to the back of your throat. Jack groaned softly as he put his large hand across the back of your neck. The broadness of his fingers and the warmth against your skin made you shiver. You hummed out a little noise of pleasure and Jack suddenly hissed and moved his hand under your chin to lift you up off of him.

“You keep going like that, honey, and I won’t make it to the good stuff.”

You smiled up at him, lips slick with saliva. “Well, where do you want me, cowboy?”

He put a strong hand under each elbow and helped you stand. “Why don’tcha lie down and I’ll return the favor for a while?”

You nodded and switched places with Jack, lying back on the bedspread and letting him open your legs. He ran one warm hand up your calf and opened your knee, then repeated the movement on the other side. He kneeled on the soft rug next to the bed and leaned his head close to your crotch, flipping the hem of your nightie up and back. He stroked your lace-covered mound with his fingers.

“Oh, baby, you look gorgeous. So pretty for me.” He placed his open mouth on your panties right over your clit, pressing down to make a seal with his lips before he breathed out gently. The sudden warmth of it made you shiver, and you moaned out his name. Goddamn him; he always knew how to ramp things up to 100 when you least expected it.

Jack hooked your G-string to the side and slid two thick fingers into you, crooking them just right to brush against the spongy spot behind your pubic bone. You arched your back and moaned again. “Jack! Jesus, warn a girl first.”

“Oh but that wouldn’t be any fun, honeysuckle.” His voice was low, all honey and velvet. “You got me all these nice surprises. I thought I’d return the favor.”

He crooked his fingers up again and you squealed as your hips bucked. Jack’s free hand came down on the inside of your thigh with a sharp slap, just above the knee. He smoothed the impact with a warm stroke before running his fingers higher to pinch the inside of your thigh, right where you were most ticklish. You groaned out a laugh as the pinch shot sparks of pleasure and gentle pain to your core.

“You better hold still, girl, or I’ll give you something to moan about.” His words made a rush of wetness seep out between your labia. He pinched you again, gentler than before, and followed it with a kiss to the tender spot. His mustache tickled you there, and you gasped out a giggle.

“Oh, yes sir! I’ll be a good girl.”

“Good, that’s what I like to hear. Now stay still while I concentrate.” He removed his fingers and hooked the elastic waistband of your G-string, pulling it down and off before diving back in with his lips and tongue and fingers, working you open. You felt liquid drip down between your crack as he devoured you, his digits pulling more wetness out of your core as his tongue and lips pushed you open and over the edge. You gasped as you came, trying your best to stay still as you clenched around Jack’s thick fingers. The silken ropes around your wrists strained but held tight. He really was good with a rope.

Jack kissed and petted you softly as you came down, murmuring sweet words into your soft folds. “That’s my good girl, so wet for me... I love this pretty pussy… you have no idea… so good for me… you pretty girl, gorgeous girl...” He placed one last, loud, wet kiss on your mound and then stood up. You smiled up at him as he leaned over you, bracing himself on his fists as he lowered his mouth to yours. Jack was all things at once; soft and warm lips under a cold and damp mustache, his own masculine cologne mixing with your scent on his mouth. The combination and the echoes of your climax made you lightheaded.

Jack stood up and wiped his face off with an open palm. “You ready to play, honeysuckle?” He winked.

You nodded and were surprised at how clear your voice sounded, given how fuzzy your head felt. “Yes, please.”

He grinned at you and gripped your upper arm with a firm hand, helping you sit up and scoot back to recline against the pillows. He grabbed the length of black rope and secured your left ankle to the corner of the bed frame, then did the same with the pearl gray rope on your right ankle. Jack’s movements were swift and gentle, and when he was done you gave your legs an experimental tug. You were spread open and secured in place; you weren’t going anywhere.

“Oh, Jack. Have I been a bad girl?” Your voice was high and playful. “What did I do to deserve this?”

Jack smirked at you as he picked up the black vibrator and turned it on. “It’s not what you did, honeybee. It’s what you’re gonna do.”

His words pulled a gasp from your throat and sent a new rush of slick to your pussy. You moaned a low, needy sound as he kneeled on the bed between your legs and brought the vibrator gently to your clit. You bucked and moaned, feeling the silken bands of rope tug against your ankles. Jack put one large palm on your thigh to hold you still. He nestled the flat tip of the vibrator into the folds surrounding your clit and positioned it so that the shallow divot cupped the sensitive bud.

You were suddenly rocketed into another plane of consciousness as a surprise orgasm wracked your body. Chills crept up the backs of your thighs and down over your nipples. The keening, high-pitched wail that reached your ears surprised you; you hadn’t even realized that you had cried out.

Jack petted your thigh softly as he pulled the vibrator away, keeping it pressed feather-light to your outer labia. “That’s my girl. Good girl.”

You came back to yourself slowly, floating back into the room as you opened your eyes. Jack smiled at you with satisfaction that verged on smugness, like he had just solved a puzzle. He turned off the vibrator and tossed it gently on the bed. “You alright, honey? Did that do something for you?”

“Jesus Christ, Jack. Fuck… oh my god… oh, fuck me…”

Jack smirked at you, “That good, huh?”

“I’ve never come like that in my life. Jesus Christ…”

He crawled up over you, pulling your bound wrists above your head as he kissed you. You felt your breathing return to normal as he explored and probed your mouth with his eager tongue. One strong hand held your jaw in place as the other squeezed and groped your breast. You felt something damp and warm trickle out of your nipple.

“Oh, Jack. I’m leaking a little.” You laughed. “Sorry, it’s been a couple of hours since I pumped for her.”

Jack let go of your chin and worked his mouth down to your cleavage. He opened the split cups of your nightgown and cupped one breast while he brought his mouth to the other, talking and murmuring to you between sucks and licks. “You know I don’t mind, sugar… so sweet for me… you like it when Daddy tastes your honey-sweet milk?”

You guffawed. “Don’t call yourself that, please. It’s weird now.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, honeysuckle. Should I stop?” He looked up at you and winked. “You can call me ‘sir’ again if that feels good.” He worked his way over to the other breast and suckled some more. You felt a spurt of milk leak out as he gently rolled your nipple between his front teeth.

“Hell,” he kept going, laving the stiff bud with the flat of his tongue, “... you can call me all sorts of mean names if you just let me keep tasting you like this.”

You threw your head back and moaned. Jack let go of your nipples and positioned himself at your entrance, lining up and diving in with one swift movement. You both moaned in unison and gasped as he pumped into you. He felt so good, so stiff and heavy inside of you as he rocked you gently with his hips. The ankle restraints tugged gently at your feet, reminding you of the delicious, vulnerable position you were in.

“Jesus, honeybee… you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.” Jack grunted as he thrust into you. “You gonna be my good girl? Take my whole load?”

“Yes, Jack! Yes… I’ll be your good girl.”

He thrust up into you harder, pistoning his hips and shaking the whole bed. He pumped a few more times like that and then lifted himself off. “Turn over for me, sugar. Let me spank you with that new whip.”

You nodded enthusiastically. Jack reached down and released each ankle, and then helped you flip over onto your knees. You braced yourself on your elbows with your wrists still bound, and the sight of the bright white ropes against your skin sent a delicious shudder down your nerves, stiffening your nipples and raising goosebumps on your shoulders.

Jack kneeled behind you and spanked your ass cheek experimentally with an open palm, gauging your reaction. You let out a soft, “Oh…” at the first several slaps. He increased the pressure, sending your hips canting forward a few inches as you moaned.

“Oh, Jaaack…” you breathed out the words. “Oh, you’re so good to me.”

Jack picked up the flogger and brought it down on the other cheek. His first whips were soft, barely harder than a tickle. He was waiting for you to guide him. “Harder,” you urged. He smoothed your buttocks with his warm hand and then brought the leather strings down with a crack that sounded sharper than it was. You egged him on, “Harder, I said. Make it count!”

Jack gave you one solid crack and you cried out. His voice was gruff and sandpapery. “Like that, sugar? You like it when I spank you?”

“Yes, Jack. More… please.” You rocked your hips back and lowered your shoulders to raise your butt higher. “Give it to me. Please, sir.”

Jack alternated open-palm slaps against your ass with strikes of the short whip, lashing you until your cries reached a squeaky high pitch. He stopped and smoothed his warm palms over your skin, then leaned down and lavished open-mouthed kisses on the area.

“You nice and wet now, honey? You ready for me again?” He pressed the head of his cock to your slick entrance and paused.

“Yes Jack, yes please. Get inside of me.”

Jack thrust inside of you, hard, and it sent your head reeling. He skated one big, warm, flat palm over your sweetly abused ass, murmuring praises at you as he pounded steadily into you. You raised yourself back up on your elbows for stability.

“You’re my fucking dream girl, you sweet thing. Can’t believe I got so fucking lucky with you…” He gripped your hips with both hands as he pounded into you, then he leaned over to growl into your ear as he wrapped one large hand around the front of your throat.

“You like that, you fucking dirty girl? You filthy little angel? You’re such a sweet girl, letting me fuck you like this.”

You leaned forward just an inch, increasing the pressure on your throat as he continued to grunt into your ear. The sensation of his warm breath on your ear combined with the delicious feeling of his thick fingers around your neck, and you felt yourself clench around his cock.

Jack’s speech started faltering, interspersed with thrusts and groans. You knew he was getting close. “You-” his breath hitched. “Fucking... fucking pretty girl. Fucking-” He groaned again. “...goddamn gorgeous girl… Fuck!”

His hand tightened just a little around your throat and you felt your pussy clench again, sending him over the edge. He let go of your neck and bent over your back, resting his sweaty forehead between your shoulder blades as he rocked into you. You felt him, hot and sticky against your skin as he released into you.

You collapsed onto the bed and he lay on top of you. Your breathing slowed together as you both came back to Earth.

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“Was that a good welcome home?” You leaned over to Jack’s side of the bed and held a chocolate-covered strawberry up to his lips. He took a bite and moaned. You giggled contentedly and tapped the rim of your champagne flute to his. He nodded at you and swallowed, washing the bite down with a sip of pink champagne.

“Yes, sugar, thank you. That was amazing.” He wrapped his free arm around your shoulders and pulled you close. “I know it’s been a rough year, but I feel like we’re getting back on track in the bedroom. I’ve missed you like this.”

You looked up at him and smiled. “I missed you, too, Jack. Happy Father’s Day.”

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[reid-me-a-story]

I Need a Doctor

Based on the song “Doctor” by Jack Stauber

Synopsis: Reader is pining after her best friend, but after a drunken night and a failed attempt at seduction things start to look up for her

A/N: This is my first ever fan-fiction and WOOF was it a beast! This is based off a song that reminded me of Spencer some how, see the lyrics below!

Although this is a self insert one-shot, reader is never introduced as (y/n), I personally find it distracting in fan fiction to have to skip over that so instead of (y/n) there is use of pet names when needed. Any defining features such as height , hair colour, etc. is not specified including weight - however Spencer does pick reader up. Smut is included but if you aren’t comfortable reading it then feel free to stop about halfway through when there’s a little breaker in the story!

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!reader* (please read content warnings!)

Category: Angst/smut[18+] (and a little bit of fluff, all around a pretty wholesome story)

Content warning: Idiots in love, unrequited love (happy ending I promise!), drinking, unprotected sex, breeding kink, oral (male and female receiving), Fingering, Swearing, use of pet names (baby, princess, Little girl), teensy bit of degradation. *Let me know if I missed any!!*

Word count: 4.2k

Lyrics: Verse: Sarah Vanessa, Jack Stauber]

I need a doctor, oh

I'm not a doctor but I think I might be able to help

It's not a simple symptom, no

My diagnosis is that no one has been treating you well

[Chorus: Sarah Vanessa, Jack Stauber]

So, what do you prescribe?

Love's the only medicine

Is this a lie?

No, take three of these a da-ay

Oh, I think I'm cured

Cool, are you alright on your own?

No, I'm not sure...

Okay

[Outro: Sarah Vanessa]

Oh, I think I'm sick again...

*gasp

After three years of pining after your co-worker and best friend you decided to try to fill the void caused but the unrequited love.

You knew you wanted to be with Spencer since your first day, however it seemed that all he wanted was a friend. You guys were close and spent a lot of time together but it never seemed to progress. You once thought about taking the reins and asking him out, thinking that maybe he was just nervous. You grossly misread that situation and thank god you didn’t ask because the next day you over heard him telling Derek about a girl he wanted to ask out.

After that you started to isolate yourself from Spencer. You loved him but he didn’t feel the same. Garcia and JJ tried to make you feel better by telling you that it would never last with this new girl. You wanted to believe it but actions speak louder than words. Not only were you keeping a bit more distance from Spencer but he seemed to be cancelling plans left and right.

While you never made any new plans you would always spend every Saturday together when you weren’t on a case. Sometimes you guys would do something as extravagant as a play or spending the day touring a museum exhibit - something you wouldn’t nearly be as interested in if Spencer wasn’t your tour guide. Other times your days would be spent watching old reruns of your favourite shows or having Spencer read to you. Those days were your favourite because listening to Spencer’s smooth melodic voice always seemed to calm you down even at your most stressed out.

Since you over heard Spencer tell Derek about this girl he wanted to ask out he’s been cancelling your Saturday plans. It didn’t bother you at first but it’s been almost 5 weeks and you’re getting quite hurt by it. He still talks to you at work or spends time with you when you are on cases and dismissed for the day but it’s not the same.

Today is Friday and Garcia came skipping through the glass doors straight for you. “Hello, my beautiful human! Since we have no case do you want to have a Girls night tonight? JJ and Emily are coming! Please come!” She begs.

You debated declining so you can spend your weekend in solitude, sulking over your best friend but the look in Garcia’s eyes made you reconsider. “Okay sure, where are we going?”

Penelope squealed “Ahh! Okay awesome! We’re going to be going to this cute little Italian restaurant and then heading next door to this bar! It has really good Yelp reviews and - OOH maybe we can get you a hunk to take home tonight and-“

That got Spencer’s attention and his head whipped up to look at Penelope. While his eyes darted over to you to gauge your reaction to Penelope’s comment, you both locked eyes. You thought you saw him silently beg you not to go out tonight but you ignored it and stood up.

Penelope was still chattering away while you were packing up so you can go home to freshen up. You really didn’t want to get set up with some random guy but it might fill the void that is still there. Once Penelope gives you an opening you ask her what time to be ready for. She tells you that she will pick you up at 7. You thank her and head home.

Once you pass the barrier to your apartment you relax your shoulders, not realizing how tense you had been all day. The dread of going out tonight started to really sink in. If you were being honest with yourself you would have loved to have spent the night sitting in silence reading a book that reminded you of anything except Spencer but instead you agreed to go out and get drunk with your co-workers. Great.

You hop into the shower and take your time drying your hair. Just as you finish putting your makeup on and getting dressed Garcia texts you that she’s outside. You throw on your jacket and slip your heels on and walk outside.

After a really nice dinner you found yourself 6 shots in at the bar next door. You were fending off a really persistent guy when your phone goes off. You notice that it’s Spencer and you’re able to use it as an excuse to get away from the guy thats hitting on you. Despite how much you want to fill the emptiness that you feel without him you don’t want to just sleep around to do it.

You step outside into the cool air and answer your phone. “Hello, Doctor” you slur

“Hey... I - I uh...” Spencer stutters. You can tell he wants to say something but instead of waiting your tipsy mind forced the words out of your mouth

“I need a Doctor” you were attempting to be seductive but based on Spencer’s reaction you figured it didn’t come across right away

“Oh my god, stay where you are I’m going now” then the call drops.

“Shit” you say to yourself. You head back in to the girls. This is the last thing you wanted. Or is it? You’ve been dying to spend time with him outside of work for weeks. It sucks that you’re drunk for it but by the time he shows up and comes inside you are absolutely buzzing with excitement.

Spencer looks around the bar quickly for you. Before he locks eyes with you, you try to take in his appearance. He looks worried, his hair is messy and his curls look like they’ve been stretched by his hands running through them. Once he looks at you his shoulders relax and he lets out a deep breath.

“Hi” he breathes once he reaches you, he looks relieved to see you look physically okay.

“Hi Dr. Reid, fancy seeing you here” you slur and reach out to touch his arm. Before you make contact though you pull back; knowing how he is about touch. He ignores that and pulls you in for a bone crushing hug.

“I was worried about you” he whispers into your hair. Your heart starts beating faster the longer he holds onto you and you bury your face in his chest, inhaling his scent. He always smells good to you, like old paper and coffee. He smells like home and you start to tear up.

He feels you shudder and pulls back and notices your tears. “Hey, hey, what’s going on are you okay? Didn’t you say you needed a Doctor?”

“Oh yea,” you whisper “ typical drunk girl crying, it’s no big deal. Aren’t you a Doctor? I just need you”

“Do you want me to drive you home?”

You shake your head “Can I stay over at your place instead?”

He looks hesitant but agrees nonetheless. You both wave goodbye to the girls and he leads you out to his car by the small of your back. When you get to the car Spencer opens the door for you and makes sure you’re buckled in before going and sliding into the drivers seat. You turn on the radio at a low volume so you don’t have to sit in the awkward silence.

Once you get to his apartment he gets out and walks around to open your door. You get out and he leads the way upstairs. You make your way inside and as soon as you pass the threshold of his front door you don’t know what to say. He’s the first to break the silence. “Do you want some water? Maybe some Tylenol? If might help you feel better”

“O-okay” you stutter. You follow him into his kitchen and take the glass filled with water from him. You take a huge sip and put the glass down.

Just when he opens his mouth to say something you blurt out the question that’s been burning in your mind since it happened, “Spencer, why did you call me?”

He opens and closes his mouth a few times before saying “It’s stupid really, don’t worry about it,” and before you’re able to respond he asks “ Do you want some clothes to change into? Might be more comfortable than what you have on”

You nod and he leaves, he comes back in a few minutes with a button up Pyjama shirt with little dinosaurs on them with matching pants. You go to walk away but he grabs your hand. You turn to look at him when he pulls you into a hug again. “I miss you” he whispers.

The admission makes your eyes prick with tears. Instead of saying anything through your scratchy throat you just nod and hug him tighter. You both stand like that for a few moments before you pull away. Your skin is on fire from his touch and you can’t stand it anymore. You advert yourself eyes from him so you don’t have to look at him trying to read your thoughts through your eyes. You’re afraid he would hear the truth in your thoughts about how much you love him.

You slip into the bathroom to change quickly and when you emerge you find Spencer standing by the bed waiting for you. When he hears the door open he looks at you and you can hear him take a deep breath. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it” he whispers under his breath.

Trying not to break the silence too much you whisper back, “Get used to what?”

All the time in the world could not have given you the preparation to hear the next words that he chose to say.

“How effortless beautiful you look.”

“WHAT?” Your inner voice screams. Tears prick the corners of your eyes for the third time that night. “Please don’t Spencer.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t say things like that and expect me not to love you”, You say just barely above a whisper.

Spencer closes the distance between you and gently pushes a few loose strands of your hair behind your ear. You try to keep your eyes on your hands that you hold between you and Spencer but he pulls your attention to his eyes. “What if that’s what I want?”

Before you can respond he closes the final distance between you two. His lips are soft and full against yours. His hands move to your hair and yours gravitate to his shoulders. He tastes like coffee and mints and the taste is almost as intoxicating as the liquor you drank earlier in the night.

You push him back towards the bed and he sits on the end. You go to straddle him but he stops you with a hand in your waist. “We shouldn’t..”

“Oh.. y-yea, I understand” you say defeated.

“Oh god, no. Trust me. I want to- I want to so bad but you’re drunk and you’re not thinking clearly. I’ve wanted this for so long you don’t understand but I’d don’t want you to wake up and regret anything-“

You cut his rambling off with a kiss and he immediately relaxes. You pull back with a sigh and a tiny smile while nodding in understanding.

Spencer stands up, kissing your forehead before disappearing into the bathroom. You start to head out into the living room when you hear him call out “Where are you going?”

“To sleep on the couch, I don’t want to intrude.”

“The beds big enough for the both of us,” he states before quickly adding with a small blush, “I- uh- unless you aren’t comfortable with that”

You blush in return and slowly pad your way over to Spencer’s bed. You pull back the covers off your side and slide in, Spencer stretches out his long legs, reaching over and pulling you into him by your waist. You rest your head in his chest and start dozing off to the sound of his heart beating.

Just before you succumb to your sleep you hear him whisper into your head “I love you”

———

You wake up to the smell of coffee and the Saturday morning sun beaming through the windows. You go to stretch out and realize that you’re not at home but instead at Spencer’s, in his bedroom, in his clothes. Last nights confessions flood your memory and you smile to yourself. He loves you. Spencer Reid loves you.

Despite your pounding headache you can’t help but jump out of bed and pad into the kitchen. You see Spencer standing by his coffee maker. As soon as he spots you his eyes fill with something you just can’t quite place, and a small smile lights his face. You slowly step towards him and jump onto the counter, sitting right next to the coffee maker.

“Good morning” you say as softly as possible, as to not disturb the peacefulness of the morning.

Instead of answering in words, Spencer laces his fingers into your hair and pulls you forward to kiss you softly. When you both break away to replace the air in your lungs he finally speaks, “Good morning, beautiful. How do you feel? How’s your head?”

“No complaints” You joke, while winking at him.

The innuendo is lost on him for a few seconds before he laughs and says “No you dork! Your headache!”

“Ah, I’ll manage. Is there enough coffee there for me?”

“Always, anything for you”

You two drink your coffee in silence; with you playing with Spencer’s free hand, and him trying to memorize every second of this morning. Spencer finishes his coffee first and places his cup down on the counter. With his now empty hand, he starts playing with your hair, running his hands through the soft locks.

You soon finish your cup and pull him to stand in between your legs. “I think,” you say sneakily “I think I need a doctor”

“What do you mean?” Spencer asks

“Hmmm well I think you might be able to help me, Doctor” you whisper in his ear while running your hands up and down his chest. You hear his breathing start to get heavy. When your nails get close to the waistband of his sweats his breath catches in his throat and a soft moan escapes instead.

“What seems to be the problem?” He says, voice low and husky.

“Mmmm” you sigh “Well Doctor, my symptoms aren’t simple, think you can handle it?”

“I don’t think anyone has been treating you right.” He moans softly again as one of your hands start to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

“So what do you prescribe, Dr. Reid?”

“Me.” He claims before slamming his mouth against yours. The kiss is hungry and Spencer quickly dominates it. His hand move from your hair down to you waist and the other hand moves to the front of your borrowed sleepwear, pulling at the drawstrings. You feel heat bloom between your thighs. You never expected him to be so aggressive but you loved it. You loved him, and you wanted him- now.

“Mm Spencer, please..” you moan between heated kisses.

Spencer chuckles and starts kissing down your jaw and neck “What baby? What do you need” he mumbles against your skin.

“You.” You moan breathlessly. He growls against the skin of your neck while slowly sliding his hand into your pyjamas. Once he reaches the waistband of your underwear he pulls back to look into your eyes - silently asking for consent.

“Please, Spencer. I need you! Please!” He smiles and reaches into your underwear and is fingers slide past your folds feeling the wetness from how turned on you were.

He moans when he feels you. “Oh wow baby, you’re so wet. Is this all for me?”

“Yes Spence, all for you.” You breathe out between a soft moan.

“Good. You’re mine, baby” he finally sides one of his long fingers between your folds and starts pumping his hand slowly- curling a finger up to press against that sweet spot inside of you, causing a guttural moan to leave your throat. He withdraws his hand and you whine at the loss. He gives you a look and its intensity stops any sounds from escaping except for soft pants.

He signalled for you to lift your hips and he pulled you towards the edge of the counter. He pushed your knees apart and kneeled down. The sight of Spencer looking up at you between your legs almost made you finish right there and then - you let out a low groan. He chuckles and moves forwarded starts nipping at your inner thigh, never taking his eyes off you.

He kisses everywhere except where you want him. Whines escape your mouth before you can stop them and you can feel him smile against your leg. Finally showing you a little bit of mercy and finally licked a thick stripe up in between your folds. Spencer lean out a low moan against your sex, “You taste so good, baby”

Your back arches and you throw your head back. Your breathing picks up and one of your hands grip his hair. You tug on his Chestnut curls - hard “Spencer, please! more… fuck - please!”

“What do you need princess?”

“You, Spence! Pl - uhh - Please!” You scream at him.

“Anything for you,” he adds, before adding two fingers in the mix. He thrusts his fingers in and up towards that spot inside you while flicking his tongue over your clit. Your eyes roll back and you let out a deep moan. You never thought that your best friend, the man who is perpetually awkward around women would be this good. Looking down towards him you see that his eyes haven’t left you - its like he’s trying to memorize every movement your body makes. The knowledge of Spencer watching you come undone combined with the pleasure coursing through your veins sends a wave of euphoria crashing over you.

“Fuck!” You scream out as you ride out your orgasm, one of the most intense of your life if you’re being honest. When you finally come down and try to catch your breath you look down towards where Spencer is and his eyes are wide while staring at you.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, baby” He jumps up and crashes his lips on yours and you can taste yourself on his lips and tongue. You moan into his mouth and reach down towards the waistband of his sweats pulling them down with his boxers. You watch his cock spring up and slightly gawk at the size of him. He’s bigger than anyone you’ve been with and you tell him as much. Before he can respond you jump down off the counter while pushing him towards the wall beside you so he has some sort of support.

You lick a thick stripe from the base of his shaft before leaving a small kiss to the tip, tasting the salty pre-cum. You take the head into your mouth and hollow out your cheeks while taking more in. What you can’t fit in your mouth you pump with your hand.

You look up at Spencer through your lashes; he’s looking back down at you, with his hand balled into a fist pressed up against his mouth. You hate that he’s silencing himself from you so you reach up and grab his hand to place it at the back of your head - giving him permission to fuck your face at his pace. He’s trying to be gentle but after a few strokes with you hollowing your cheeks he can’t help but buck his hips further into your mouth - causing you to gag. You swallow around him and he slides deeper. Your nails are digging into his thighs leaving ten, small angry red crescent moon indents behind. He thrusts slightly deeper causing you to gag and tears to slide down your face, “come on baby, I know you can take me deeper”

At the sound of his voice you hum, causing his hips to buck into your mouth again. “Fuck!” He pulls out and continues “Don't wanna cum there. I wanna fill you up baby. Do you want that? Do you want me to fill that tight little cunt up?”

You moan and nod excitedly and Spencer grips the back of your thighs, signalling you to jump. He carries you into the bedroom with you laying kisses and leaving marks over his jaw and neck. You find a sensitive spot just below his ear that causes his breath to get caught in his throat. Once you both enter the room he places you gently on the bed, climbing in-between your legs and kissing your lips and down towards your neck. He starts to unbutton your pyjama shirt while leaving small red and purple love bites over your neck and chest. Once he finally removed the last article of clothing on you he takes a step back to admire your body. Usually this would cause you to be self-conscious; meaning you would usually cover yourself with your hands or a blanket. Something in Spencers eyes calmed you and made you relax. He made you feel beautiful just by the look in his eyes - and he said so in just as many words, “ You’re so beautiful baby, do you know that?”

“Please Spence, I need you inside me! I need you to fuck me right now or else I might die…” You whine

“Well, we can’t have that” He chuckles. Spencer pulls off his t-shirt and kneels in-between your legs, pulling one over his shoulder, one hand on your thigh and the other on your waist, He thrusts in and bottoms out completely - causing you to yell out in surprise. “You make such pretty noises baby… how many more can I get out of you, huh?”

Spencer sets a brutal pace, thrusting into you deeper than you thought was possible. Your hands desperately try to grab anything to hold on to. One settles on the hand gripping your waist tightly, surely leaving bruises that you could only hope would last. Your other hand reaches forward - scratching your nails down his chest and leaving red welts behind in its wake - causing Spencer to let out a guttural moan. He leans forward, dropping your leg to his elbow to relieve the pressure, and kisses you deeply. His hand leaves your waist and he presses his thumb to your bundle of nerves, pressing slightly and rubbing small circles over it. “ I want you to come for me baby. come on little girl, you can do it”

You couldn’t defy him even if you wanted to. Your body gave into his wishes and crashed into the wall at full speed. Spencer kept the same pace as he fucked you though your orgasm. “Oh what a good girl. come on baby, one more for me…”

“One mo-ore? Spenc-! Fuck!”

“Yes, one more beautiful. Fuck- I know you can do it baby. One more and I’ll fill you up with my cum. You’d - fuck!- like that, huh? You’d like - ugh - to be my dirty… little …cum-slut… wouldn’t you?”

Your eyes rolled back at his words. You could barely believe what you were hearing. His words sent you over the edge for your third and final time. Your entire body shuddered from overstimulation and pleasure. Spencer moaned loudly and you felt him twitch inside you, his cock painting your walls with his cum. Just as he starts to pull out you reach forward and beg with wide eyes “No! Stay! I want you to keep it in me, please Spence, please! I need-“

He cuts you off with a kiss and presses back into you, holding you as close as he can - trying to follow your wishes. After a few minutes he started to soften, he slowly pulled out of you despite your protests. He shushed you with a few quick kisses to your lips and quickly ran to the washroom to get a damp washcloth. He wiped between your legs as gently as he could without overstimulating you too much.

Spencer flopped down beside you, grabbing you and pulling you into his side. He starts slowly kissing your lips, cheeks, forehead - really anywhere his lips could reach without having to let go of you. You giggle a little bit as he gets to a ticklish spot on your neck. “Well Doctor, I think I’m cured. I guess you were right, I just needed you”

“And three orgasms,” he deadpanned.

You both laugh a little at that. You look at him and that same look is in his eyes from before. You’re finally able to place it. “I love you, Spence.”

His eyes shine a little brighter and he leans forward to rest his forehead against yours. “I love you more, beautiful girl”

[eberles]

On The Course

Rafe Cameron

if this gif is yours, lmk and i’ll tag you!

A/N: this is the longest thing i’ve ever written coming in at 3.8K!! it’s set the summer AFTER the show so like a year later basically and rafe isn’t a murderer obv, it’s also loosely based on A Cinderella Story - the one with Hilary Duff, okay enjoy :)

Warnings: mentions of parent death, brief mention of toxic living environments, swearing, lots of dialogue (idk if that needs a warning but)

You never had many friends growing up, or any really. Except JJ, he was always there for you, your very best friend and even though he offered all the time for you to hangout with the other pogues, you always declined. Of course, you went to school with them and had classes together and sure they were nice, but you never actually felt welcome. JJ was the first friend you made when you moved to the Outer Banks after your parents died. It’s been 4 years since then and living with your ugly aunt and her horrible twin daughters was the last thing you ever wanted for yourself. The only upside of moving to Outer Banks all those years ago was meeting JJ.

Everyone assumed you were dating and both of you had considered the fact, but quickly decided that it wasn’t meant to be for the two of you. JJ liked to be a playboy and he wasn’t really your type anyways. for years you watched him get with girl after girl while you sat idly by watching and looking out for him, never having a guy of your own to trot around with. You never minded it though, being by yourself gave you a sense of comfort and with your current living situations, your cousins made it difficult for you to have many friends or otherwise anyways. JJ always made you feel better about it though and assured you that you didn’t need a man to be happy because of how independent you were and how ‘one day you’re gonna get out of here and meet the guy of dreams, the one that lives up to your standards.” You would always shake your head and roll your eyes at him when he said that, but he believed it. At least the getting out of here part. JJ knew from the moment he met you 4 years ago that you weren’t destined to be on a little island like Outer Banks and you had bigger things coming to you. For now, this was home and you were making the best of it.

“JJ, please talk to your boss. I need a job, I have to get out of my house this summer.” you begged JJ one sunny afternoon, knowing that school was ending in a few days.

“Y/N, you’re gonna hate it. Trust me, you don’t wanna serve a bunch of rich pricks.” JJ sighed, looking over at you briefly and noticing you had your best puppy dog look plastered onto your face, the one you always knew got him to cave. “Fucking fine, i’ll talk to him.”

A few days passed and you were finally done with school. This was your last summer before heading off to college and as much as you didn’t want to spend it working, you knew your aunt had no intention of giving you any money for college. So here you were, serving your first day as a cart girl at the most prestigious country club on Figure 8. The course was fairly slow today and you had a small training session for the first few hours of your shift, but it wasn’t all that hard. Drive around, serve drinks, get tipped. As you were riding around on your little golf cart you noticed none other than Rafe Cameron flagging you down.

“Hi, what can I get for you?” you refrained from immediately rolling your eyes at him and forcing a smile onto your face as you climbed out of your cart.

“I’ll just get a beer, thanks.” he pointed to his beer of choice and watched as you poured the beverage slowly into the plastic cup. “I haven’t seen you around here before.”

“That’s because I just started.” you stated pointedly, handing Rafe the drink and giving him a small smile. “Can i get you anything else?”

“Do you know how to golf?” Rafe was speaking before he could stop himself and you were taken aback by his question, let alone his politeness towards you. You’d never actually come in contact with the boy in front of you, but you’d heard horror stories from JJ surrounding the summer before. You shook your head no, not moving back to your cart just yet curious to where this was heading. “Do you wanna give it a shot? I can teach you.”

You knew you shouldn’t, JJ would scold you up and down for it, after previously warning you Rafe was an often golfer and that you’d probably see him quite a bit, but this wasn’t the Rafe you were expecting. Not after JJ’s multiple stories of Rafe beating him and the other pogues up and constantly giving them a hard time. However, you couldn’t stop yourself from agreeing to Rafe’s offer. Moving closer to him and grabbing the club from him you did exactly what you’d seen in the movies: knees spread, club down, aimed at the small golf ball and raising your arms back only for them to swing the club right into the dirt.

“Damn, you weren’t lying.” Rafe chuckled, taking a spot behind you making sure it was okay that he helped you first. Rafe was a good 6 inches taller than you, but when he came up you could still feel his breath hitting your ear causing your heart to beat out of your chest and goosebumps to erupt all over. He wrapped his arms around yours, placing his hands over yours adjusting your grip on the club. “Ready? One...two...three.”

“Oh- oh my god! I did it! Well you did it, but I did it!” you turned around in Rafe’s grasp jumping up excitedly after watching the ball move this time. Before Rafe could react, realization hit you that you were at work and not making a very good first impression. “I have to go, I'm sorry.”

You ran back towards your golf cart, jumping in and driving off checking in on the other golfers. Rafe had a big smile on his face watching the cute new girl drive off. He felt a sense of home building in his chest after your small interaction and he wasn’t sure what was going on. No girl had ever affected him the way you did and he didn’t even know your name. Yet.

“Dude, what’s got you blushing?” Topper asked, joining him on the course and snapping Rafe out of his thoughts about you.

“Have you seen the new cart girl?”

“Yea she’s cute but she’s a pogue.” Topper stated and Rafe looked at him skeptically not wanting to believe the words. Rafe was almost positive he’d never seen you around before and definitely not with the other pogues. Granted, the way everything happened last summer he never saw the pogues anymore, choosing the high road and turning himself into a better man so he could eventually leave Figure 8 on his own.

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“Y/N!” you turned around hearing JJ calling your name. You just entered the cut after having to walk home from your first shift at the country club. “I’ve been texting you for hours.”

“Oh sorry JJ, my shitty phone died.” you shrugged letting JJ catch up with you before continuing your walk home.

“How was your first day?” you knew JJ would ask, but you hadn’t quite figured out what you were planning on telling him. Do you bring up your weird but pleasant interaction with Rafe?

“It was good! It was a pretty slow day, perfect for learning.” JJ hummed in response, looking at you quizzically not fully believing you didn’t have anything more to say. You decided to keep it short, not looking forward to JJ mocking your newfound connection with his enemy. You felt bad enough about it without having him breathing down your neck. JJ walked you home, the two of you making small talk for the rest of the short distance to your house.

“Charge your phone, how else will I annoy you?” you rolled eyes, laughing at what JJ said, pushing on his chest.

“Goodbye JJ, Y/N has things to do.” your aunt spoke, catching you off guard as you were saying bye to JJ outside your house. JJ gave you a sympathetic look before walking off, never wanting to leave you alone with them. “Y/N, I’m going out of town tomorrow. I’ll be leaving you this list to work on while I'm gone. I expect everything to be finished. You will go to work, come home and work some more. Zero play time and in the house everyday by 6 pm, missy.”

“Okay but there’s this one event the country club is having and it’s a night shift for me.” you followed your aunt around the small house, hoping she would let you out of the house for Midsummers knowing the tips would be great.

“Well that’s not going to work, now is it?” she huffed, shoving the 7 page list into your hands and storming off, her heels clicking with every step. “One page for everyday, don’t miss anything.”

The next day your aunt left just like she planned to, her twin daughters staying behind to ‘keep an eye on you’ but really, they were just going to annoy you the whole time. The only thing you could really look forward to anymore was going to work and hoping the customers were nicer than your cousins.

“Y/N, we’re coming with you today!” the twins spoke at the same time with fake chipper voices.

“Great.” you deadpanned, turning away from them and making your way towards their shared car and climbing in the back seat. The drive was short and they talked the whole way there so you practically jumped out before the car stopped moving noticing your arrival. You were feeling giddy to be at work today secretly hoping you would see a certain kook boy again. You didn’t know much about him, only the awful things JJ had spoken about him briefly but didn’t see that side of him only enticing you to know more.

After a few hours driving around the course serving drinks to mostly middle aged white men you finally noticed Rafe with a few of his friends. You wanted to talk to him again, but having his friends around made you unsure about the situation so you decided to play it cool.

“Did you guys want drinks?” you stopped on the path behind them before getting off the cart and making your way to them.

“Rafe, is this your cute cart girl from yesterday?” Topper laughed, hitting Rafe’s back pushing him towards you and you noticed a blushing Rafe shoot a quick glare in his direction.

“Hey, how’s your second day going?” Rafe moved closer to you and the cart hoping to get out of ear shot from Topper and Kelce.

“It’s been good, lots of older men come around here I’ve noticed.” you laughed handing Rafe the same drink as yesterday since you remembered the specific beer he wanted. “It makes for good tips though so I can't complain.”

“Yea these guys might be old but they’re rich as fuck.” Rafe sipped his beer, smiling at you and apologizing for his friends being stupid behind him. “Hey so I never got your name-”

“Hey Y/N!” you turned, hearing your name being called and saw JJ running towards you. You mentally cursed because of course this was the one time he would ever step foot on the course to look for you. Rafe looked at you confused even though Topper previously told him you were technically a pogue yourself. “Y/N, your cousins are inside and they’re driving me crazy. I needed a break. What’s going on here?”

“Oh JJ, I’m sorry about them, they insisted on being here for my whole shift.” you ignored JJ’s last question, putting all the attention on your cousins, hoping it would deflect from you and Rafe chatting.

“You okay?” JJ asked in a hushed tone, glaring at Rafe and you laughed nodding your head yes. “Okay I guess I’ll go back inside then. Be careful.”

“So your name’s Y/N?” Rafe stood back a few feet while you had your short conversation with JJ and returned to your side once JJ started walking away. “I’m assuming since you know Maybank that you already know who I am.”

“Well I know of you, but if we keep meeting like this maybe i’ll be able to find out more.” you were feeling brave all of a sudden, hoping putting yourself out there would get your somewhere with Rafe. Everything felt natural with him, and you didn’t want to let that feeling escape you by ruining it.

“Why don’t you give me your number and then it won’t have to be exclusive to only here?” Rafe smirked, pulling his phone out and placing it in your hands. You laughed, typing your phone number in quickly and returning it back to him.

“I should really get back to work, Rafe but I’ll see you around yea?” you climbed back into your golf cart as Rafe smiled and waved bye to you.

The next few days passed and you hadn’t seen Rafe at the club, but you had been texting quite a bit. Just in a few days of talking you felt like you were already learning so much about him and his life. He told you everything from who his friends are to how overbearing and controlling his father was. He explained that he went to college at Chapel Hill for a year before dropping out and his father never forgave him. You shared your deepest feelings with him about your parents deaths and how your aunt and cousins were Satan's children. You told him you couldn’t wait to get out of Outer Banks and go off to college at the end of the summer. He understood you and you meshed together so well just after a few days.

i haven’t told my dad, but after getting my shit together this past year i started applying to schools. my first choice is princeton.

princeton?! rafe, no way! that’s where i’m hoping to go.

You couldn’t deny the fast connection you felt with rafe, everything in your body was telling you that you belonged together. Rafe told you he was looking forward to seeing you at the Midsummers event tonight, but you had to break the devastating news that there was no way you could go.

curfew is 6 pm cameron, get with it😂

jesus, i’m sorry i didn’t know you were 7

You laughed at the text on your phone when a tapping noise on your window startled you. You dragged yourself out of bed to see JJ standing on the ground below you.

“JJ, what are you doing?!” you whispered after opening the window and sticking your head out.

“I'm coming up!” JJ whispered back, scaling the side of your house next to your bedroom window. Lucky for him there was a small rock wall giving him the perfect entrance. “I'm breaking you out, you’re coming to Midsummers.”

“JJ, I can't! They’ll kill me if I leave!” JJ gave you a look as if to say ‘stop being a baby.’ It only took a few more seconds of convincing from JJ for you to agree. He successfully helped you out your window and down the rock wall without your cousins noticing you had left for the night. JJ borrowed John B's van and left it parked a few houses down so the twins wouldn’t be suspicious.

“Thanks for this, JJ. You’re the best.” you smiled wide, feeling free for the first time in a while. It was nice getting out of the house while it was dark out.

“As much as I want to take credit, I can’t. This was Rafe’s idea.” you looked at JJ with wide eyes, completely caught off guard.

“What?!” you all but screamed, not sure why JJ would ever talk to Rafe about you. Especially since you hadn’t even told JJ that you and Rafe were talking almost constantly.

“I’ll try to forgive you for not mentioning your budding relationship, but yea. Rafe came to me and apologized for everything last summer and although I don’t forgive him. He does talk pretty highly about you and I can't deny that.” JJ explained and you couldn’t have been more proud to call him your best friend in these moments.

Once you arrived, JJ snuck you in the back and you couldn’t help but take a peek out and notice Rafe standing by the bar dressed in a navy colored suit with his dad who looked like he was scolding him for something. He looked good, really good. JJ pulled you into the locker room handing you a uniform with a white shirt and a black vest to put over it and informing you that you were on drink serving duty. You made your rounds looking over at Rafe every so often wanting nothing more than to approach him. You noticed Rafe's dad pulling him away from the crowd with a yank to his collar and watching as he stood in front of him yelling and pointing a finger in his face. Your feet were moving before your brain could process it and before you knew it you were in front of the two.

“Hi, can I get you guys anything to drink?” you put the sweetest smile on your face, hoping it wouldn’t be obvious that you were trying to distract Rafe’s dad. Ward cleared his throat before looking at you and ordering a whiskey on the rocks with a fake smile on his face. Rafe took the opportunity to make a break for it while you wrote down his fathers drink, exactly what you hoped would happen. After returning to Ward with his drink you went looking for Rafe only to find him back inside the club.

“Oh look who it is, my savior.” Rafe teased, watching you approach him before pulling out a chair for you to sit next to him. “Thanks for that by the way, you didn’t have to.”

“Of course I did, I understand family issues all too well, Cameron.” you laughed, taking the seat beside him.

“I’m surprised to see you here, so much for that curfew huh?” Rafe smirked, eyeing you from across the table.

“Funny enough, JJ came up with this super smart plan to sneak me out. Usually he’s not that on top of it, but I guess something changed.” you joked and reached for Rafe’s hand across the table. “Thank you for talking to him, you have no idea how much it means to me.”

“I know it sounds weird, but I think I would do anything for you.” Rafe blushed, squeezing your hand in his and putting his head down to hide the pink tint on his cheeks. You pulled your hand from his and reached up to lift his face to look at your before moving in closer to him. Your lips brushed his softly before he pulled you closer by your waist and your lips molded to each other and you melted into your first kiss with Rafe.

“Uh, sorry to interrupt but Y/N your aunts outside.” you pulled away from Rafe hearing JJ’s voice and you couldn’t believe what you heard. You looked between the boys with a horrified expression on your face and walked passed JJ outside to where your aunt and cousins were standing and causing a scene.

“Where the hell is she?!” you frowned, running up to them, hoping you could get her to leave without losing your job.

“There you are! You ungrateful piece of trash! How dare you sneak out with this scum of a boy!?” with each word your ugly aunt used her finger to push on her chest and you felt the anger bubbling up inside of you.

“Don’t touch me! And don’t talk about him like that. I’m 18 now, you can’t tell me what to do anymore!” you pushed her hand away, yelling back in her face with JJ and Rafe watching you from a few feet away, everyone else at the party enjoying the show.

“I sure as hell can if you’re living under MY roof!” you could hear your cousins laughing from behind her and that only fueled more anger in you.

“Don’t worry about me, because I'm moving out.” you finally had it, you couldn’t take dealing with her for another second longer. Unbeknownst to you, Rafe and JJ were sharing knowing looks at each other as the scene unfolded in front of them.

“And where do you think you’re gonna go?”

“With us!” JJ spoke up, and you felt him take a place at your side with Rafe following his actions on your other side.

“Good luck with that. They’ll be tired of you soon enough, don’t come crawling back.” your aunt scoffed, rolling her eyes at the two boys and retreating back to her SUV, “Girls! Here! Now!”

You felt tears start to roll down your cheeks and you laughed feeling both the boys wrap their arms around you. “Everything’s gonna be okay now, y/n.”

“Jeez, I don’t know what to say. Thank you guys for being here.” The rest of the party goers were clapping at you standing up for yourself and finally being free of her even though they didn’t know you or your situation.

“You don’t have to thank us, Y/N.” Rafe smiled as you pulled him into a tight hug feeling safe as his arms wrapped around you.

••epilogue••

Summer was officially over and you were sad to be moving on, but you could easily say this was the best summer of your entire life. After the screaming match with your aunt you moved in with JJ and John B and yes it was tough adjusting to living with boys but it was amazing. You were finally getting close with the other pogues Rafe’s sister Sarah and you just wish you hadn’t waited 4 years for it to happen.

Rafe did some digging with a private investigator and found a savings account in your name for your full college tuition that your aunt had been hiding from you. Everything was falling into place for you and speaking of Rafe: you guys were officially dating and going two months strong. You felt the happiest you ever had in your entire life and he was partly to thank for that.

You wound up going to Princeton together and lived happily ever after. At least for now. Hey, you’re only a freshman.

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[urban-witch101]

(Byakuya Togami x Reader? That's how this idea started.) - Danganronpa 1 Ghost AU - "They Failed."

Oh it's as funky as it sounds. Just trust me on this one. Also, big fat Trigger Warning for assault, s3xual assault, murder, and angst.

Hope's Peak Academy is reportedly the most haunted high school in Japan. After the Most Tragic Incident the world had ever seen, the class of 78 was forced into a recorded killing game run by their fellow classmates Junko Enoshima and Mukuro Ikusaba and failed to survive. The Future Foundation, after eventually beating Despair and restoring peace to the world, established the high school as a National Monument to the pain and suffering of the students and turned it into a museum recording the history.

There are too many stories of the passed students to count, some from construction workers and some from ghost hunters. These are their sightings.

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Yasuhiro Hagakure is reportedly the most active ghost, which makes sense as the Ultimate Clairvoyant.

He tends to greet visitors at the entrance.

If you drop your hat or gloves and don't notice, you'll find them by the coat rack later for you to find.

Children tend to see him the most, or they hear a whispered joke in their ear if they're particularly upset at any of the Despair history.

He doesn't tend to interact with adults a lot, but he's known to follow the descendants of all their relatives or friends to make sure they're okay.

10/10 ghost, very friendly and a chill dude. Makes sure kids are okay.

Toko Fukawa is rarely seen or heard, but if she's there you know.

She hangs out in the bathrooms with the most common sightings being in the mirrors.

She's often found playing with her braids or grimacing at guests if there are a lot of people.

The friendliest sighting was when a child got lost and found their way to the women's bathroom.

When the panicked mother finally found them, their child was calm and content while playing with a stuffed toy they know they didn't bring.

When the child was guided to leave, they turned and waved goodbye to the mirror.

8/10, antisocial but harmless.

Genocider Syo is extremely active.

She likes pulling pranks on tall, skinny men, like throwing their wallets across the room and pinching their elbows.

If said men are blonde with blue eyes, they will tend to feel watched whenever the enter the building and will continue to think so until they leave.

Children tend to be scared of her, but if she sees a scared child she'll tend to leave the room so they're more comfortable.

She likes knocking over stuff, books and coffee mugs in particular.

However, if the staff scold her she'll knock it off.

She never knocks over artifacts, but people have seen her scissors rattle in their case.

8/10, harmless prankster.

Leon Kuwata can be found in the First-Floor Dorms.

People report hearing guitar strings playing in the boys bathrooms.

If someone mentions baseball around his dorm, mirrors and glass will crack or straight up shatter.

Paranormal investigators once spent the night in his old room, but they "forgot" to take off their shoes and slept above the covers.

They woke up with a blanket that hadn't been in the room covering them and their shoes neatly placed by the side of the door.

That same investigator used a Spirit Box to try and talk to him about what happened in the school.

Of course their older generations saw what happened live, but they never spoke of it.

"Do you have anything you need to say?"

"I'm so sorry."

6/10, ow.

Hifumi Yamada can be found in the kiln room in the Art Studio.

People hear camera clicks, as if he's still taking pictures.

Pencils will roll when the floor is completely flat.

He likes messing with the kiln and knocking off the hammers.

He loves playing the flashlight game.

If anyone mentions Celestia Ludenburg, people swear the room falls into a heavy and tense silence.

When everyone leaves the kiln, they feel his conflicting pain.

Anger? Sadness? They don't know. He's still grieving.

6/10, more ow.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru is silent unless he needs to talk.

He only talks if you do something wrong.

He doesn't play any of the games.

If you run in the museum, people swear they hear a loud voice telling them to stop.

If the staff breaks the rules at all, they straight up get smacked in the shoulder.

Groups of friends, particularly men, feel very welcome in his dorm room.

They all leave after a friendly, invisible squeeze is given to them on the arm.

6/10, he'll never change.

Mondo Owada has one reported sighting.

When construction to restore the building was going on, there was an incident between a worker and a girl on the street one afternoon.

He took her behind the building and attempted to hurt her.

A man in a Crazy Diamond gang jacket, which it should be noted that it doesn't exist anyore, pulled him off and hit him with a pick axe.

After the assaulter was unconscious, her savior didn't say a word; he looked at the girl up and down, presumably checking her for injuries, and passed her a card with a phone number before nodding to her and walking off.

It was the local s3xual assault line, which had been established only two years prior.

After she called the number, she was never able to find the card again.

She didn't even put two and two together until she visited the finished museum and saw Mondo's picture.

No one has ever seen him since.

10/10, badass.

Sayaka Maizono is in one of the boy's bathrooms in the dorms.

Visitors report feeling unnerved or even scared when they enter the bathroom.

She will not interact with you.

She doesn't like playing any of the games. Do not turn on the spirit box in her bathroom, the shower glass will crack.

One investigator decided to spend the night in the bedroom and turned on the shower in the morning.

When they got out, there was a message written in the fog on the mirror.

"LEON."

1/10, no fucking thank you.

Aoi Asahina hangs around the pool room.

She's reportedly like Hiro.

She's been seen walking the halls everywhere.

Children love visiting the pool room. They tend to feel excited and safe.

At night you can hear the pool splashing when no one is inside.

She has one recorded incident.

A child brought a small bag of donut holes to snack on.

Said child began to complain that "the air" kept pulling the donut holes out of his hands.

So they ran an experiment.

They dropped one on purpose and watched it roll away towards the pool room. After that, they didn't feel anymore pulls.

Now it's a tradition to leave a donut for her on Obon by the pool room or her dorm room.

Staff report donuts pulling themselves apart to share. If staff take a half that is offered, the treats are always gone by the next morning.

9/10, a whole mood.

Chihiro Fujisaki is relatively quiet.

They can be found in the boy's locker rooms by the pool.

People will smell a slight perfume over the chlorine.

Muscular men in particular will feel an odd sense of guilt when entering.

There was a guest, who was a muscular man, who took out their phone to record the room and listened back to it to find bits and pieces of the audio were gone.

They took it to a friend who deciphered it into a message in Morse code.

"I forgive you."

9/10, holy ow.

Celestia Ludenburg is only active in the kitchen.

Investigators have put on a full pot of tea water with no heat on the stove.

If they leave and come back, they'll find the pot whistling with the heat still off. The water is always the perfect temperature.

She is never active at night.

She'll only use the spirit box on Obon, but you have to make her a cup of milk tea first.

She's very picky about it.

There was one who got it right on the first try.

"Well finally," the box picked up. "Have some."

She will share details only she would know.

"I don't want to be rude, but do you have any regrets?"

A moment of silence. The cup on the table left for her shakes for just a moment.

"I have too many."

6/10, talkative but be careful.

Kyoko Kirigiri has never talked, but you'll hear her.

Staff will hear her heels clicking in the halls at night.

She likes writing in people's notebooks.

Random strangers will enter with an empty pocketbook and leave with a full one.

She loves to write.

She tells her side of the story.

If the mirrors ever fog up, she's there scratching out letters and numbers.

She also turns on the coffee pot in the kitchen.

Intuitive teenagers tend to know when she's there because they feel safer in rooms that people normally aren't comfortable in.

She writes clues to all the murders that she was never able to solve.

She's not done yet. She's made it very clear that she is not at peace.

9/10, talkative and informative.

Sakura Ogami is said to be hanging around in the recreational room where she committed suicide.

Children feel safe in there, but they never play with the old equipment.

There is an unspoken rule among them that they all know and have never discussed as soon as they walk in.

Some thrill-seekers sit in her chair.

They report feeling their head throbbing and intense nausea, some even passing out from the pain.

They also report intense guilt.

One child sat in the seat without thinking about it and they reported being fine but feeling a little sad.

She plays the flashlight game with investigators, but only if they're nice.

One turned on a spirit box and gave her a cup of tea on Obon.

"Thank you."

8/10, don't sit in her fucking chair you dumbass.

Mukuro Ikusaba is heard rarely.

Like Mondo, she has one reported calling.

In the gym, late at night, you can hear a quiet sobbing.

Children will hear a crying girl in their head:

"I didn't want this."

3/10, how is this even more ow.

Junko Enoshima is heard in the execution room.

Staff used to think there were multiple ghosts in there, but it turns out it's just her.

She laughs, cries, and shrieks.

The story is that she killed herself with her own executions after succeeding in the killing game.

At night investigators play the flashlight game with her.

Every visitor is always unnerved by her.

There is an unspoken bitterness towards her.

She doesn't deserve her success.

0/10, scary bitch.

Makoto Naegi is seen everywhere.

The Ultimate Lucky Student loves telling his story.

He's seen in windows and mirrors with his hoodie and a warm smile.

He's always kind and welcoming.

People leave him popular snacks at his dorm room on Obon.

He never speaks, he just likes watching everyone learn about them.

If children ever get lost he leads them back to their parents.

They'll always tell their family about the "nice boy with brown hair" who takes their hand gently and leads them to safety.

He feels a duty to protect the staff. They never feel alone at night. He's always there to keep them safe.

The descendant of Komaru Naegi, who happened to be a paranormal investigator, once spent the night in his old dorm room.

She reported hearing quiet crying and sniffling that morning before she opened her eyes and was flooded with a sense of relief.

Oh thank god, she was okay.

10/10, heart of gold.

Byakuya Togami is seen in one room and one room only.

He is the only one that people regularly see in the flesh as a full figure.

He's sitting in the library, reading a murder mystery novel.

He has never acknowledged any of the guests, except for one.

A small child, a descendant of Togami's old butler, gently knocked on the table to get his attention and waved politely. They thought he was a staff member.

He looked up at them, gave a little wave back, and went back to his book.

When they turned away and looked back, he was gone.

Staff will see him walking back to his room when the museum is closing up.

He's snobby, sure, but he has his manners. He won't purposefully get in the way of the staff.

9/10, super chill.

???

There is an unknown ghost that has one known/recorded interaction.

One night a paranormal investigator spent the night exploring the building.

They walked in the library to see Togami with a book and a lamp on that was previously off.

They nodded at him politely and went to the bookshelves to "find a book". They turned on a spirit box and stayed quiet.

The library door opened and closed.

They hear a passing conversation.

"Hello love."

A kiss, presumably on the knuckles.

"How was today?"

"Tiring", says a voice. "Lot of cleaning. Did you get any visitors?"

A chuckle. "Too many. I think they can see me."

"Probably."

A pause.

"Togami?"

"Hm?"

"Do you think they'll ever figure out what really happened here?"

Hesitance. "For their sake, I hope not."

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