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The Curveball Part 9 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: As Molly starts to warm up to the idea of being a mom, Bob just wants to take care of her every need. He wants to buy her gummy bears, feed her vegetables, and love her. But who will be there to help her when he can't be?

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swears, pregnancy, smut, 18+

Length: 4600 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story accompanies Batting Practice!)

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Bob stashed the ring for Molly deep in the back of his side of the closet alongside his duffle bag and other deployment items. She made it clear she didn't want that right now, so it didn't really matter if he did. He'd wait until...well, as long as it took. Because Molly was staying with him. And she was keeping the baby. 

He was going to be a dad. He always thought he'd be a pretty good dad, given the opportunity. And Molly hadn't let him down or disappointed him one tiny bit by giving him the opportunity. He knew he was patient and willing to listen. He was good with kids, and they liked him because he respected them. He was already getting excited about this. He could be a dad if Molly was with him. 

And now that he knew what had been bothering her, he would do anything to help make things easier. He was currently making her a bowl of oatmeal with a sliced up banana on top of it while she lounged on the couch. He heard her get up and run to the bathroom once, but she seemed to have calmed down substantially since earlier this afternoon when she finally told him she was pregnant. 

When he took the oatmeal and a glass of ginger ale with plenty of ice into the living room, she smiled up at him. "Thanks, Bobby," she murmured. 

He sat next to her, and when she crawled onto his lap with the bowl of her dinner, he held her tight while she took tiny bites. "Just go slow," he whispered, kissing her shoulder through his undershirt which she was wearing. "If it doesn't stay down, then it doesn't stay down. No harm done."

"I'm so hungry," she whined, biting into one of the banana slices. "It's so good!"

"If you eat your dinner, I have some gummy bears in the kitchen cabinet for you," he promised, and the way her eyes lit up made him laugh. 

"You really love me," she said before bursting into tears again. He took the bowl and set it down on the coffee table while she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

He kissed the top of her head and whispered, "Of course I love you, Mo. More than anyone else. Except maybe our baby. And you can always tell me when something's got you upset."

"I know," she said through her tears. "I just didn't want you to think I was a flake. Or worse, that I did this on purpose."

Bob would never think either of those things about her. Could never think that. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Molly. And it didn't actually take you getting pregnant for me to realize that."

She looked up at him as she swiped at her tears. "The rest of your life?"

"Yes," he confirmed as she reached out to adjust his crooked glasses. "All of it. I told you I want forever. And we can get married someday if you want to. And we'll have the baby together. I already thought of names." 

"Really?" she asked, leaning in to kiss his nose. "I just told you I'm pregnant a few hours ago. You already have names?"

"Yes," he said with a smile as he looked at how pretty she was.

Bob watched her lips part in surprise. "Shit. The only baby name I like is Everett! I told my sister to use it, and now I'm kind of pissed off about it!"

Bob started laughing as she reached for the bowl of oatmeal again. "Maybe we'll have a girl."

"We can name her Roberta."

He winced. "Please, no."

But she just shrugged as she took another bite of food. "We'll see." 

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Molly decided that the best part of being pregnant was the fact that she could eat candy whenever she wanted without Bob giving her side eye. But the worst part of being pregnant was going to work. She was vomiting. A lot. Like several times per day. And she was decidedly losing weight, which her doctor told her was completely normal. But it didn't feel normal. 

When she looked in the mirror, she thought she looked disgusting. Her skin was dull, her eyes looked tired, and even her hair was suffering a bit. She was definitely bloated too. But Bob told her she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and she burst into tears. Because she believed him. 

She was so overly emotional. Thank goodness the asshole doctor was gone from emergency rotation now, because she would have completely lost it on him. And she was just so fucking hungry. Like it never stopped. But she also could barely eat anything. Which made her more emotional. 

She had been spending a lot of time with her sister. When she tried to apologize about having a meltdown while dress shopping, her sister wouldn't hear it. But Molly did feel bad that she had to buy the dress she was wearing while Molly had an emotional breakdown on the floor. 

"I don't care about the dress as much as I care about you and Bob and your unborn child. Now let me hug you, okay?" And the mom hugs felt so good. Molly was happy she could learn from the best mom hugger, because she was determined to give superior mom hugs herself one day soon. 

"Bobby?" she called out when she got home from work the Saturday before her sister's wedding. She was ravenous, but she also thought maybe she was horny? She and Bob hadn't successfully had sex in weeks, because she got too motion sick every single time. It was a travesty. A crime against humanity. She had the sexiest boyfriend in the world, and she couldn't even fuck him properly. 

"I'm in the extra bedroom, Mo."

She kicked off her shoes, something Bob hated, and she strolled down the hallway in her scrubs. When she poked her head inside the room, she saw him taking measurements. She really liked the way he tucked the pencil behind his ear when he wasn't using it. Yep, she was horny. 

"Hi," she whispered, and when he turned to face her, he collected her in his arms. 

"How was work, mommy?" he asked, and she couldn't help but smile. Ever since the first ultrasound appointment when they saw what looked like a lima bean inside her, he had taken to calling her that on occasion. 

"I only threw up four times."

His face looked genuinely happy for her. "Progress!"

"I hope the barfing ends soon, because I'd rather clean up other people's upchuck than my own."

Bob kissed her forehead, and she let herself melt against him. "You're going to be the best mom in the world," he whispered, and of course she felt her overly emotional tears welling up in her eyes. Because she wanted to be. She honestly wanted to be so good at it that she made herself proud. "I'll be really good at all the boring stuff, but Honey, you'll be so much fun."

"You're not boring, Coach Bob. But you're definitely not as fun as I am. What are you working on anyway? I thought you were going out with Ev and Coach Turd."

"I did," he replied. "We went out for breakfast."

"To the place with the sticky floor?" she asked, rubbing her nose along his neck because he smelled so good. 

"Yes. Your nephew loves it there. But now I'm trying to figure out where the crib is going to fit. And I hate to tell you this, I really do... but Mo, we need to get rid of at least two of our couches."

She burst into laughter. "I've been waiting for you to say that since I moved in, and I am honestly shocked you made it this long."

He smiled down at her. "They gotta go."

"I'll text Bradley and ask him to help you move them," she said. "He'll be so pissed about it, but he'll do it anyway." But then she noticed that he looked a little hesitant. "What? What's wrong."

He shook his head and just shrugged. "Well, I was thinking I'd kind of like a baseball theme?" he asked softly as his cheeks grew rosy. 

"A baseball theme?" she asked, looking up at his beautiful eyes that she hoped the baby would win the genetic lottery and get. 

"Yeah. Baseball. We could do pink if it's a girl. But if you hate it, then we can go with something else."

"Oh, for the nursery?" she asked him, tugging him closer for a kiss. "You already came up with ideas for a nursery theme? God, Bobby, you're too much. Perfect boyfriends get blowjobs whenever they want them." His cheeks flushed with a deeper color as she pulled him toward their bedroom. "But I can't even suck your dick right now without throwing up."

"Yeah," he said with a look of concern. "Let's not do that again."

She bit her lip and started to pull her scrub top over her head. "I just want to do something nice for you, because you've been taking care of me nonstop, Lieutenant Floyd. Inside and outside of the bedroom," she added as she removed her bra.

And that's all it took. Bob's lips were on her breasts immediately, and Molly was in heaven. He'd been giving her the most feather light touches and going down on her for weeks. He promised her a million times that he didn't need to have traditional intercourse with her. He assured her they didn't need to mess around at all since she was feeling so queasy. 

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," she whispered as Bob ran his tongue along her piercing. She knew she'd have to remove them eventually, but for now, he was still enjoying himself. "And I think I feel okay. Will you let me try to ride you?"

The soft groan he made was scandalous as she untied her pants and let them slide down her legs. "We can try it, Honey. But if you're not feeling okay, use the safe word?"

Molly had to hold back her tears. "God, you're perfect. Now get undressed and get on the bed."

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Bob was treated to everything he'd been missing as soon as Molly's pussy enveloped his cock. He was laying back against the pillows on their bed and holding her hands to offer her some extra support. It was entrancing, the way she bit her lip and moved her hips just ever so slightly, her fingers laced with his. He was supporting her as much as she needed him to, anticipating the way she was going to move. 

"Feel good, Bobby?" she whispered as she rode him in small yet fluid movements. 

He nodded, his glasses sliding down his nose as he felt her clench softly around him. "Molly," he moaned, letting his head tip back. "You don't feel nauseous or anything?"

"I'm okay," she promised, and very slowly, Bob sat up so she was straddling his thighs while she rode him. He pressed a kiss to the swell or her breast, wrapping his hands around her hips. 

As Bob stroked her soft skin with his thumbs, he kissed her lips and whispered, "Honey. You have a little baby bump."

"Do I?" she asked, pausing her movements to look down at her body. "I thought I was just bloated?"

Bob eased one hand along her belly in complete awe and let his fingers splay over her navel. "It's a bump."

When she looked up and met his eyes, she looked so excited. Bob couldn't be happier that she seemed to be warming up to the idea of parenting with him more each day. "It's a bump!" she gasped. "I feel like it's kind of early to be showing?"

Bob shrugged, his cock still hard and buried deep inside her pussy. He moaned softly against her neck as he felt her clench. "Not too early. And it's not that noticeable except that you're naked and right here with me. And Molly... I'm so excited."

Then her lips were on his, and her fingers were in his hair. She was kissing him so hard, she took his breath away, and each little movement of her hips felt heavenly. She kissed him and rode him while he praised her. It was intoxicating the way she just owned him, but Bob didn't let himself cum until she had. The soft roll of her hips and the long buildup left her screaming and shaking in his grasp, pawing at his chest. 

"I love you," she told him, lips pressed to his ear. "I love you." And Bob had no choice in the matter. He filled her up, let himself cum inside the woman he loved, too. 

When they both ended up in the bathroom to get cleaned up, he watched Molly turn every which way in front of the mirror, examining herself. 

"It really is a bump," she whispered, running her small hand along her belly. "Oh my god. Bob," she gasped, turning to look at him. "I'll be huge soon."

He just grinned and kissed her shoulder. "I can't wait."

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Molly tried not to laugh. She tried her damndest. But as she stood in the living room eating a bag of Cheetos and watching Bob and Bradley struggle with one of the couches, she was literally cackling. 

"This is the heaviest fucking thing in the world," Bradley complained, glaring in her direction. "If I get injured two days before my wedding, your sister is going to be pissed. And if Bob gets injured, the rec league will be out a center fielder."

"You're such a turd," she said, chewing on her snack. "You'll both be fine. And hey, maybe this is just a wakeup call. Maybe you both need to hit the gym a little harder."

Now they were both glaring at her as sweat dripped down their faces. 

"Okay, okay," she said, licking her cheesy fingers. "I'll babysit Ev for you one night to say thank you. And you can go do whatever freaky shit you like to do with my sister."

"Appreciated," Bradley grunted. And then she got to sit and watch them force it through the front door of the condo. 

After both couches were out, Bob came back inside, wiping his forehead with the hem of his tee shirt. Molly hadn't been feeling great all day. The Cheetos were the only thing she seemed to be able to keep down, but she dragged Bob back to the bedroom anyway. 

"What's wrong?" he asked, fixing his glasses on the way. 

"Nothing, Bobby. My stomach is upset, but I'm horny at the same time," she replied, taking off all her clothes and laying out on the bed with her fingers on her piercings. "Take care of me."

She didn't have to wait long at all. Bob stripped down to his underwear and helped Molly up to the middle of the bed. Then he had her legs spread wide and his mouth was on her pussy. His broad shoulders were digging into her thighs as he licked her with one long stripe before looking up at her face. Molly was already panting and needy.

"I won't be rough at all. But you let me know if I'm doing something you don't like."

"God, Bobby! Just lick my pussy!" she whined, wiggling herself against his mouth as he grinned. 

"Anything you want," he promised before licking and sucking on her like she was the best thing he'd ever tasted. She was rolling her hips gently, enthralled by the smooth metal of his glasses on the insides of her thighs. 

"Coach Bob," she whined as he nibbled gently on her clit. "Good job, Coach."

But now Bob was grinding against the bed, and Molly was so close she was seeing stars. When she came with her hands on her nipples, Bob lifted up his wet face from his feast and pulled his cock free from his underwear. With a loud groan and five short strokes, Molly squealed in delight as he came all over her pussy and belly. She praised him as his cum hit her thighs. She reached for his hand and kissed his fingers as the last white ribbon landed on her flower tattoos.

"So hot," she gasped, holding his hand as she watched her boyfriend run his tongue through the mess he made. And then so gently, so as not to put any pressure on her belly, Bob braced himself on his elbow and kissed her. She licked all of his cum into her own mouth and whimpered. "I love you so much."

"You know," he replied, kissing her softly, "there was a time it would have hurt my feelings to hear you say that after I got you off."

She shook her head and cupped his face. "No, Bobby. I love you."

"I know it, Mo."

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Bob didn't think he could be so relaxed the night before his own wedding. But Bradley was sitting on one of the two remaining couches in the condo, drinking a beer and watching a baseball game. Everett was laying with his head on the cushion, trying to stay awake, and Bob was on the other couch missing Molly. 

He kept texting her, and she was occasionally responding while she spent the night with her sister. When she sent a selfie of her smiling face, Bob softly said, "I bought a ring."

Bradley's attention was on him immediately, fully ignoring the game. "For Molly?"

"Yes."

"Did you propose?" he asked, glancing down to confirm that Everett was asleep.

"She told me not to."

Bradley's brow creased. "Like she told you to never propose to her? What the hell, man? She loves you. And you got her pregnant."

He sighed deeply. "I know. But she told me she'd tell me when she's ready. If she's ever ready."

"Damn," Bradley whispered. "I'll have a talk with her. I'm kind of attached to the idea of you as my brother-in-law."

Bob laughed and then groaned. "Please don't say anything to her. I'd be embarrassed. And you seem to trigger her anyway. She calls you a turd all the time."

"I'm pretty sure she means it with love behind it though?" Bradley asked, scratching his mustache.

"Probably. I have the feeling that you wouldn't be getting married tomorrow if Molly didn't approve of you."

"Shit," Bradley mumbled, looking alarmed now. "You're totally fucking right. I should be nicer to her? I never really wanted an annoying little sister, but here we are. No offense."

"None taken," Bob replied. Nothing about Molly was annoying to him. And it was almost a relief the way he knew Molly's sister and Bradley were close by and were protective of her. "You're getting the full package tomorrow. A wife, a stepson, and an annoying little sister."

Bradley shook his head. "You're getting a kid, too. And Molly will come around to the idea of getting married. But even if she doesn't, she's still yours."

Bob nodded. But what a concept. Molly was with him, but she couldn't be tamed. He wouldn't want to have a tame Molly anyway. She was ethereal. Otherworldly. A beautiful deviant. "Actually... I'm hers."

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Molly drove all over the place the day of the wedding. Her sister was being a bit of a diva about not getting any cookie crumbs on her wedding dress, but Molly was starving. She swore her bump had grown over the past week, and while Bob thought it looked cute, Molly thought she might try eating some vegetables. For the baby and for her. 

"I'm nervous."

Molly turned and gaped at her sister until she was scolded about watching where she was driving. "Why? What is there to be nervous about? Bradley is going to love you and your dress and all of it."

"I'm not nervous about that," she replied, looking out the window. "I'm nervous about later tonight. After the wedding and the ballgame."

Molly snorted. "You're nervous about your wedding night? What, is Bradley's dick suddenly too big for you or something? God, you really need to stop telling me about your sex life."

"No!" she replied, shaking with laughter. "I'm nervous about asking him if he wants to adopt Everett."

"Seriously? I'd be even less nervous about that than the actual wedding or the obligation you have to fuck Bradley all night. He's going to say yes to adopting Ev. He's going to shout it from the rooftops!"

"I hope so."

"And I know so. Because even though he's annoying half the time, he's proven his loyalty. He even came over and moved my couches with Bob again after he swore up and down that he wouldn't. And he's way more devoted to Ev than he is to Bob and I. Like, the man already basically is Ev's dad. Just let him have it on a piece of paper."

And then she started crying, and Molly almost drove off the side of the road.

"Stop! You'll wreck your makeup! You'll get mascara on your dress."

"I can't help it," she whispered. "I didn't know I could be with someone who loved Everett, too."

"For real," Molly mumbled, pulling into the lot at Petco Park. "Now I need to fix your face." 

And even though she was grumbling the whole time, she did fix the makeup disaster pretty well. When her sister reached out and said, "You have a tiny bump," Molly smiled as she put the cap on the lipstick. 

"I thought I was just bloated. I can't wait to find out if it's a boy or a girl. But I'm telling you right now, either way, the baby might get named Everett."

She started laughing again as they walked toward the ballfield together. "You pretty much named Everett for me, because I was high on pain medication and Danny was nowhere to be found."

Molly squeezed her hand and said, "I was more than happy to be there that day."

But when her sister stopped, Molly turned to look at her. "I know you think I somehow hit the lottery. Like I got this amazing upgrade from Danny to Bradley. And maybe that's true. But you're never going to have to worry about that. You struck gold right out of the gate. And I'm happy for you, Molly. I love you. And I love Bob. But damn, I wish you weren't comparing yourself to me. Because you're doing everything right all by yourself."

Molly stood there as her eyes filled with tears, running her hand over the navy blue dress that hugged her belly. She let the words soak into her skin and fill her up. "Thanks," she whispered. "We both did okay. It's time for you to get married."

As Molly stood on the alarmingly green grass near home plate, Bob had his arm around her and his chin resting on her head. The wedding vows were beautiful and so fitting, and Everett looked delighted by everything that was going on. And it was quiet and sweet and wholesome and private. And Molly thought maybe she'd definitely like to do this someday with Bob. Probably in a meadow of wildflowers while Bob held their child. 

"I love you," Molly whispered to him as she closed her eyes and turned to press her cheek against his strong chest. 

The rest of the ceremony was perfect. And the reception in the fancy owners suite was perfect. Molly ate nachos and soft pretzels until she was afraid she was going to pop. 

"Bob?" she asked. "I should probably be eating like a vegetable or something?"

He just laughed and pulled her close as she licked some nacho cheese off the side of her hand. "Honey, it's honestly probably a good idea. I'll cook you whatever you want. I'll make all the vegetables for you later tonight."

Molly moaned softly as she lured Bob closer to the corner of the suite, away from Nat and everyone else. "Will you feed them to me in bed while you fuck me?" she asked, looking up at him sweetly as his hands came to rest on her belly.

"Can you be quiet? Ev is spending the weekend with us."

"I don't know, Lieutenant Bobby. Maybe you'll have to gag me."

Bob was staring at her as Everett himself came running over to give Molly a hug, and she bent to kiss his cheek. "I can't wait for our sleepover," she whispered. "Don't tell your mom."

"I won't!" he promised, all smiles as he had clearly just had the best day of his little life. Molly watched him run back over to Bradley who immediately picked him up and smothered him in kisses.

"Are you going to be like that?" Molly asked Bob, pointing to where Bradley was laughing with Everett like they were in their own little world.

"Probably worse," he admitted with a smile of his own. 

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Labor Day weekend had been perfect. Bob had taken Everett on a hike on Sunday morning so Molly could sleep in. Then they stopped at the beach and collected shells before picking up lunch and taking it back to eat with her. Monday consisted of a trip to the zoo and some back to school shopping, because Everett would be starting second grade later that week.

And when Molly left to drive Everett home on Monday night, Bob finally had some time to clean up the condo. He wiped down the kitchen counters, loaded the dishwasher and vacuumed. And the entire time, he thought about how his baby was approximately the size of a plum. And then for a split second, he thought Plum Floyd would be a cute name for a girl. And then he spiraled into a daydream where the baby was a girl with Bob's hair and Molly's eyes. He couldn't wait to find out what they were having.

Then he stood at the counter and started to sort through the mail. And there it was. A notice of deployment. He hadn't seen a deployment since January. He should have been expecting it. But he had become so caught up in Molly and the baby and how full his life felt... that he didn't have time for these thoughts to creep in. 

October first. He was going to miss the ultrasound that would tell them if it was a boy or a girl. But at least he'd be back before Molly's birthday and Thanksgiving. At least there was that. 

He was still holding the letter when Molly unlocked the front door and strolled inside. "Can you believe I'm kind of craving a celery stick? I'll have to dunk it in ranch dressing, but I'm craving the crunch, you know? The baby loves crunchy."

"Mo."

His voice sounded like a warning, even to his own ears. And Molly turned to look at him at the kitchen counter with parted lips and wide eyes. "What?" she asked softly, staring at him like she'd done something wrong. 

Bob rushed for her, wrapping her up in a hug. The urge to tear up the letter and pretend he'd never seen it was strong, but his desire to be the best he could be for his family was even stronger. 

"I'm deploying. On October first."

And then he had to watch Molly's face crumble into tears. He had to listen to her sobbing for the first time since the day she told him she was pregnant. He had to hold back his own despair, knowing he'd have to be strong for both of them. 

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A new chapter

Azriel x reader

AN: This is my first time writing anything , if you have any tips to share that would be appreciated

TW: pregnancy, birth, that's all?

The war was over, everything was finally at peace again.

After the had ended you found out that you were pregnant, Azriel couldn't have been more happy about the news, though he won't admit that he was also slightly terrified of becoming a father. Wondering of he'd turn out like his own father, though you made sure to crush those doubts real quickly.

Your baby turns out doesn't have wings , Madja had confirmed that in your early stages of pregnancy, but with your ability to shift ,the baby would likely be able to grow its own wings later when they grow up.

It was a relaxing day for you and Azriel, sitting at home reading a book while Azriel was busy with a report for Rhysand.

"Hey would do want for dinner tonight I'll make it?" Azriel asked breaking the silence. " Anything you make I'll eat" " That defeats the point in asking you what you want to eat" Azriel laughs under his breath.

"Well-" and before I could finish my sentence I fell a sharp pain from my stomach. " what's wrong? " " I think our baby is ready to come in the world" I say looking at him with a Smile on my face, he looks shocked for a moment then stands up" I'll get Rhys to send Madja over, in the meantime let's get you upstairs "

"Come on dear just one more push" Madja encourages me," your almost there baby, just one more push and then we can finally meet our baby" Azriel kisses me on my sweaty forehead " It hurts, can you do this for my ? " Azriel laughs at my question, but I put all my energy into this push. Then I hear it, the beautiful sound of our baby crying. I slump back into Azriels chest and give a happy sob.

"You did it baby, I'm so proud of you" he kisses me on the top of my head as Madja brings over our baby. "Congratulations mama, you have a healthy baby boy" she lays our son on my chest .

"He's beautiful " I say, Azriel nods his agreement" he has my hair" he runs his finger gently over our sons cute little baby hair." What name are we going with? " I ask " Jax" I look down at pur baby boy and smile Jax suits him.

We stare at our baby boy for a whole just enjoying this moment, when a knock is sounded at the door, " can we come in? " I hear Ferye ask Azriel give one last kiss on my head and stands up to open the door.

"Hey how are you doing " Oh I'm doing fine just tired it all" I answer her , Azriel comes and takes Jax from me" guys I'd like for you all to meet our baby boy Jax" everyone let's out an awe as they peer at Jax in Azriels arms, "Can I hold him please? " Azriel gently lays Jax in Feryes awaiting arms, " He's so small" she says with a Smile on her face.

Rhys is looking at Feyre with so much love that you know he can't wait for them to have a baby of their own, once everyone has their turn of holding Jax they leave us so that we could have family time and some must needed rest.

I lay my head on Azriels shoulder as he hold Jax to his chest, " I can't believe he's here" " I know" we fall silent once again just admiring our baby when a thought comes to my head " Azriel, what do we do now? I've never had a baby before what are we going to do now?" Azriel looks at me and say " We just do what feels natural and make sure that our baby grows up to be the best in the world"

AN/ alright so that was my first fic ever , if you have any tips and advice please share ir would be greatly appreciated. Hope you enjoyed

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Yours Truly

This is part 6 of my Skz poly fic.

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Warnings: Mentions of sex no actual sex though, other than that none

You had waken up to the soft rose and fall of Felixs chest. It was calming. You could get used to this. A soft knock comes on the door and you tried to move but Felixs arms were keeping you in place.

The door opens and you're met with Minhos face. "Hey breakfast is ready." He says acting as if this was normal. As if he expected you to be laying on Felixs chest.

"We'll be in there in a second." You hear a sleepy deep voice answer. You look up and Felixs eyes are now slightly open looking at his boyfriend at the door. Minho nods closing the door back.

"You've been awake this whole time?" You ask Felix who closes his eyes once again.

"Not the whole time. Only since you tried to move off my chest." Felix says peeking a sleepy eye at you.

"We need to get up and go eat." You say to the freckled sleepy boy.

"Fine." Felix says eyes opening back up. He lets go of you and sits up.

He rubs his tired eyes awake. He stretches and heads for the bathroom first. You run a hand through your messy hair.

You're not sure if Felix asking you to have dinner with them was real or a sleep induced dream because of your feelings for them. You were really hoping it was real. Felix exits out the bathroom.

He comes up to you and smiles his signature smile. "Come on. Let's go get breakfast." Felix says and holds a hand out for you.

You take his hand and he leads you to the kitchen. All of the boys look at you from the table. Their eyes meet yours and Felixs intertwined hands.

"Already got dibs on her?" Jisung says from his seat and Felix rolls his eyes.

He leads you to the table and you sit beside him. Hyunjin raises an eyebrow at you. "Couldn't even wait for the first date?" Hyunjin asks Felix. That confirmed you weren't dreaming and that he asked you to dinner tonight.

"We didn't wait for our first date now did we?" Felix asks the blonde who smiles at Felixs remark.

"Nope. I couldn't help it." Hyunjin says looking at Felix up and down.

"I doubt Y/N wants you two eye fucking each other over eggs." Seungmin says rolling his eyes at his boyfriends.

"You don't mind do you Y/N?" Hyunjin asks you smirking. Though Hyunjins question earns him a smack upside the head.

The boys and you laugh as Minho scolds his boyfriend for being a pervert.

"To answer your question I don't mind. You're dating of course you guys make comments like that." You say.

"See she doesn't mind." Hyunjin says making his case.

"I mind. I don't want to be eating my bacon while my boyfriends are talking about fucking." Jisung says taking another bite of his bacon.

"Well maybe if you'd had agreed to go to the club with me when I asked you could've fucked Y/N too." Hyunjin says and this time Chan is the one who hits Hyunjin upside the head.

Chan glares at his boyfriend who rubs his head. "Just shut up and eat." Changbin says to his boyfriend who was talking to talk at this point.

"I'm sorry." Hyunjin says realizing how bad his comment sounded.

You shake your head. "No it's okay. We had sex and we all three enjoyed it right?" Chan and Hyunjin nods.

"So I don't mind you guys talking about it. As long as the other guys don't mind." You say shrugging your shoulders.

All the boys look at you in surprise. They knew you guys fucked of course but they never thought you'd be okay with them talking about it.

"We don't mind." Minho says shrugging.

"We know you and Felix fucked anyways last night." Jisung says and that earns him a pinch from his youngest boyfriend.

"What did we say about that?" Chan says and Jisung pouts.

"Not to talk about it because we didn't want to embarrass Felix and Y/N." Jisung says mumbling and stuffs eggs into his mouth silencing himself.

You look at Felixs ears turning red from embarrassment.

"It's not like we haven't heard each other having sex." Jisung says swallowing the eggs and putting more in his mouth.

"Well we didn't have sex." You say and the boys look at you both confused.

"She gave me a blowjob as a birthday present." Felix mumbles.

"She sucked you off before me?!" Jisung says and you turn red at his comment.

Jeongin hits him in the head. "Watch what you say!" Changbin says glaring at his boyfriend.

"Sorry." Jisung mumbles and you shake your head.

"Just wasn't expecting it." You say back to him.

You realize that he had implied he wanted you to suck him off. You weren't against the idea though considering you've had sex with 2 of his boyfriends and had sucked another one off last night.

You look up at Jisung he was just as pretty as Felix was. Everything about him screamed adorable more than anything. You had never topped someone but Jisung seemed like the submissive type.

He didn't seem like he knew anything about domming someone. Maybe he'd whimper your name? Maybe he'd be a brat? Maybe he'd let you use him however you wanted.

"Y/N?" Minho says bringing you out of your dirty thoughts.

"Hmm?" You say responding. Hyunjin snickers at you.

All the boys look at Hyunjin confused. "I'll tell you guys later." Hyunjin says smirking.

Hyunjin knew that look anywhere. It was the same look his boyfriend gave Jisung when they were thinking about ruining him. Hell Hyunjin had gotten that look on more than one occasion. It turned Hyunjin on more than he thought he would his pants getting tighter. Maybe if he'd ask nice enough you'd do it to him.

All the boys go back to eating after Hyunjins answer. Yet Hyunjins answer stayed on their minds as they continued eating.

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[miladydewintcr]

happy friday! just saw your taylor swift prompt list and i'm a huge swiftie, so for femslash feb: Viveka Ingellvar/Bellara and "at every table, i'll save you a seat" ?

Hello, fellow swiftie!!!! I'm afraid this ended up very platonic and pre-relationship, but!! cute, still, I think?

For @dadrunkwriting - Veilguard spoilers !!

Rating: G Ship: Bellara & F!Ingellvar (& Neve & Harding) Word count: 852

Bellara hadn’t known Viveka for very long, but she’d already picked up on a couple of things. For one, her diet was abysmal- but, then, who in the Lighthouse could claim otherwise? Unlike Harding, though, who would at least make sure she headed to the kitchen three times a day like clockwork, Viveka seemed to just… forget. Instead, she’d whizz through like a whirlwind a few times a day, snatching up a couple of crackers and a handful of nuts, and disappear off again, snacks in hand.

It wouldn’t be fair for Bellara to say that she never forgot to eat. Because she did, all the time. Sometimes, a particular artefact would be so interesting, she couldn’t possibly tear herself away until she had it back up and running again. And that could take hours. Days, even.

But somehow, knowing that Viveka also wasn’t eating regularly (or Neve, either, for that matter) was incentive enough for Bellara to develop a schedule for mealtimes and stick to it. At least once a day, every day, she was going to get everyone in the dining room for a meal!

Solas’ pantry left much to be desired. She was able to top it up a little with a few supplies from Dock Town’s shops (she also found several new serials there- and some cool gloves!!), and then she set to work. Neve graciously agreed to be her taste tester, which mostly seemed to mean sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter, and stealing pieces of cheese whenever Bellara’s back was turned.

She’d tried hard to put together a meal that everyone would enjoy, especially since this was their first dinner all together. Maybe, after this, she’d see if anyone had any specific requests? But, for tonight, she’d made something vegetarian (for Viveka), with lots of cheese (for Harding), and fried bread on the side (for Neve). She was quite pleased with the result and, after she and Neve had set the table, she waited anxiously for the Caretaker to fetch the others so that she could see their faces.

“Relax,” Neve said, taking the seat at the head of the table. “You’ve done good, Bel. And I don’t say that lightly- it takes a lot to get me to eat my vegetables.”

A smile flickered across Bellara’s face. “Right. Thanks, Neve.”

A chair screeched against the stone floor as Neve kicked it slightly, pushing it away from the table with her foot. “Sit. You’re pacing.”

“Right.” Bellara perched on the edge of the seat indicated for her, tucking herself into the table. “What if they hate it, though?”

Neve shrugged. “More for me.”

The door opened, and Harding paused in the doorway, doing a quick once-over of the food spread out across the table before taking a seat and reaching for the cheese wands. Bellara bounced her leg furiously under the table as she took her first bite.

“Oh, wow,” she exhaled, wrapping her arms around the serving plate. “I’m not sharing these.”

“Yes, you are!” Neve insisted.

Harding shook her head. “Nope! These are all mine.”

“They’re good?” Bellara asked hopefully.

“So good,” Harding confirmed through a mouthful of cheese.

The door opened again, and Viveka hesitated in the entryway. She looked not unlike a startled rabbit for a moment as she took in the scene before her, Harding with her plate of cheese wands, Neve slouched down in her seat so that she could reach the scout beneath the table with her foot.

“Rook!” Bellara stood up. For some reason. Inwardly cursing, she reached out a hand towards her, across the expanse of table. “Come sit next to me!”

Hesitantly, Viveka took the offered hand, holding it as she walked around the table to sit down in the chair beside her.

“So what are we eating?” Viveka asked, plastering on that confident grin Bellara was coming to know so well.

As she explained each of the dishes she’d prepared, Bellara kept an eye on her face. Something wasn’t right. She wondered if Viveka had been sitting up in the infirmary by herself again.

“You all have to come back tomorrow, okay?” Bellara addressed the group. “Same time. Every day. We’re gonna make this a routine.”

“Should we make a rota for the cooking?” Harding asked.

“Oh, Harding, you don’t have to do that,” Bellara tried delicately.

“I don’t mind.”

“Well, the idea, really, is for this to be a cooked meal. Not sandwiches.”

“I can cook!”

“Harding,” Neve cut in. “This is Bellara’s project.”

Project. That made it sound so… important. She supposed it was, in a way.

Turning to Viveka with a gentle smile, she added quietly, “This can be your seat, if you want. I’ll save it for you. Then you don’t have to worry about choosing where you’re gonna go when you come in every night.”

Surprise flickered across Viveka’s face, just for a moment. “I… Thank you.”

“No problem. I get it.” Viveka smiled back at her, and Bellara felt heat rise to her cheeks. She turned to face Harding. “Hey! Let Rook try the cheese wands, too!”

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*I only saw this so fast because checking tumblr is a part of my morning routine which…well it’s all of his here so I’m not sure why I’m defending it hah.

Also, very very excited about Buck’s service dog!

Hahaha I get you I obsessively check my gmail for ao3 comments when I wake up.

And THANKS! I'm excited to introduce her.

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Eddie tenses his jaw and looks at the ground. He’s not going to apologize for being protective. 

“He’s trying to make sure Maddie and Chim don’t deal with any crap this weekend,” Eddie explains. “I’m trying to make sure he doesn’t deal with any crap.”

Bobby nods. “I know. You’re a good partner.”

Eddie twists his mouth a little. That’s not a label he could always claim. But he’s glad he can hold it for Buck. 

“And I also know,” Bobby continues. “That Buck was in a bad place last year. I think he’s pretty strong right now, though. I think the two of you make each other stronger. Always have.”

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He brings it up with Maddie and Chim, which is his first mistake. 

“They want to give you a fully trained service dog?” Maddie asks over dinner. She comes over once or twice a week to eat with him, and drags Chim along when he’s free. He’s never sure how much of it is a genuine desire to see him, from either of them, versus obligation.

“Yeah,” Buck replies, unsure what part of his story didn’t confirm this already.

“Isn’t that, like, tens of thousands of dollars?” Chim asks between forkfuls of takeout. “Like, the value of the dog, the vetting, and the training?”

Buck shrugs. “Never looked into it, obviously.”

“Well, maybe you should.”

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He runs into Buck on a Saturday in July, in a tiny specialty grocer that he showed him. Bobby’s favorite place to find quality spices and other ingredients. He shouldn’t be surprised Buck has started to frequent it, too, now that Bobby and him don’t talk about things the other person is missing for meals. 

Buck is near the front of the store, grabbing cinnamon, when Bobby walks through the glass door. It jingles as Bobby swings it open, and as it drifts shut. Bobby stops short, staring at him, as Buck turns his head and notices. His face shifts, expression stiffening. Bobby hates it. He hates that it no longer makes Buck smile to see him.

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Eddie's stomach twists at that thought, just a little. He knows about loneliness. He caused a lot of it, for himself. He doesn’t want to cause any of it for anyone anymore.

“He’s easy to choose,” Eddie replies. 

And it’s the truth.

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Eddie feels relieved that he doesn’t remember. 

“And I think we talked about Mom, but I don’t know what.” 

“Sounds like a really weird dream, bud.”

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The Hunter and The Sheriff - Chapter 4 (FIN)

CHAPTER 4

When Donna enters the kitchen Dean’s jaw drops and his heart thuds in his chest. She is fucking gorgeous!

Donna is wearing a black leather skirt that hits right above her knees, a purple halter top that has straps that criss-cross over her bosom, leaving a peek of ample cleavage. Her ankle boots are also leather but what gets Dean's motor running is the fact that she is going to be on his arm tonight.

If there is one thing that John Winchester taught his sons, it was how to be gentlemen; tonight Dean proves it as he ushers Donna to the passenger door of the Impala, opening it and leading her onto the vinyl seat.

As soon as the Sheriff is safely inside, he shuts the door and rushes around to the drivers’ side and slides behind the wheel.

During the whole drive across town to the restaurant she had picked, Dean kept stealing glances at his date. She absolutely took his breath away. Donna Hanscum was the whole package.

Not only was she a distinguished member of law enforcement in this town but she was aware of the creatures other people had nightmares about…. and she was helping rid this world of those monsters! All the while, rocking a body to make any man begging on his knees for.

When they arrive, Dean escorts the lovely Sheriff into the fancy establishment and tries not to seem fazed at the extravagance of the place.

He steps up to the hostess at the podium and gives his name.

The girl searches her schedule and smiles as she finds what she's looking for.

“Right this way, Mr. and Mrs. Winchester,” she says.

Dean takes Donna's hand and goes to do as the hostess says but is pulled back as Donna is standing there, stock-still.

“What's the matter, Don?”

“Sh-she…. She thinks we’re a couple,” the blonde Sheriff stutters.

Dean looks at his date, confused. “We are, aren't we?”

Donna blinks once, twice then looks at him. “She thinks I could land a hottie like you for a husband? Me? The fattie?!”

Dean looks over his shoulder at the hostess and holds up a finger, asking her to wait.

“Baby,” he says as he takes both Donna’s hands in his. “I will disagree with you on one thing, you are absolutely not a ‘fattie’, you hear me?” Dean asked as he leaned in close, “and also, fuck what anyone else thinks. They don't know us so let's go in there and eat some disgustingly expensive food and get drunk on some sickeningly sweet wine and then I'll take you home and prove to you just how much I adore you, okay honey?”

Donna couldn't suppress the smile that fills her face if she tried.

“Okay,” she confirms. “Let's do this.”

After dinner, Dean paid the hefty bill and led Donna back to the Impala.

“That was the worst food ever,” Donna exclaims once they were seated. “I can't believe they charge so much for tasteless garbage! They should be shut down for ripping people off.”

“I won't disagree,” Dean says as he backs out of the parking space and turns toward town. “I'm sorry this date sucked.”

“The date was phenomenal,” Donna rebutted. “I was the envy of every woman in that place. And a few men too,” she adds with a chuckle. “Thank you Dean.”

“Date's not over yet baby,” Dean tells her as he pulls into a snazzy bar. “We gonna go in here and listen to some tunes, drink away the bitterness of the food we ate and then I'm taking you home and proving to you how spectacular you are.”

“Okay,” Donna nods and steps out of the car when Dean opens her door. They walk inside to see a cozy tavern with a few tables and chair sitting around and the corners filled with small sofas with low tables in front of them.

Past the bar is a stage where a band is playing soft music. The place isn't overly crowded and the couple quickly finds themselves settled on one of the loveseats.

Dean looks around and smiles. This is exactly what he had in mind when he wanted to bring Donna on a date.

Secluded but yet not, dim lighting but not dark and music that you didn't have to scream over to be heard.

“What can I get for you two?” The waitress appears out of nowhere. They give her their orders and relax back into the cushions, Dean's arm wrapped around Donna’s shoulders.

The band starts another slow song and Donna begins humming, soon she's singing along with the vocalist.

“Late at night when all the world is sleeping I stay up and think of you. And I wish on a star that somewhere you are thinking of me too. 'Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight. 'Til tomorrow I'll be holding you tight. And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be than here in my room dreaming about you and me

Wonder if you ever see me…what?” Donna stops singing when she realizes Dean is looking at her. “Am I that bad?”

He shakes his head and smiles. “Sounded like angels singing. You have a beautiful voice Don.”

Donna blushes and looks down, not accustomed to praise from a date.

The waitress drops off their drinks and Donna picks up her mojito and downs it. “Now that's a good drink,” she giggles and then finishes out the song while leaning into Dean's side.

After four mojitos and three whiskeys, Dean pulls Donna toward the door because the Sheriff is getting a little too frisky for public eyes.

She, of course, misinterprets their destination and thinks they're headed for the dance floor so she begins grinding on him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Thought you didn't dance, Dean-o?”

“I don't Sweetheart,” Dean says as he stumbles toward the door. “I'm taking you home, honey. You're wasted.”

Donna stops and pouts. “Party pooper,” she mumbles and then smiles widely. “Oh wait. I know what's coming next. Me!”

Donna bends over laughing and Dean can't help but join her. The jovial moment is tarnished when a whistle fills the air and someone comments “Bend over more darling. I can almost see everything!”

Donna had never seen Dean move so fast. One minute he was standing in front of her, laughing and the next he was standing across the room, over some drunk stranger with a bloody nose.

That sobered Donna immediately and she pulled Dean away and out the door. Donna pulls Dean to the Impala and not so patiently waits as he unlocks the door for her.

The ride back to her house is quiet, not even the radio to break up the silence inside the Chevrolet.

As soon as Dean parks on the driveway, Donna gets out and stomps to the door, unlocking it and marching inside.

She turns as soon as she hears the door close and crosses her arms.

“Dean, you can't just go around punching people out like some kind of caveman!” she states, her breath, labored. “I'm the Sheriff in this town, how would it look if my boyfriend got arrested for a drunk and disorderly?”

Dean looks remorseful and ashamed over his actions but he also cannot take his eyes off the peek of cleavage Donna is showing with her chest heaving.

“Don, I'm sorry. Really I am. I was just trying to defend you-” he pauses as her breasts bounce along with the rhythm of her breathing. “-but right now all I can think about is burying my face in your gorgeous tits.”

Donna looks down at her chest and huffs. “Jesus, Dean! Are you trying to distract me? I'm serious here.”

“Oh, I'm serious too sweetheart. I'm seriously going to make you forget-,” he says as he stalks toward her. “-about everything. The only thing you'll remember is my name. And you'll be screaming that,” Dean promises.

Donna puts her hand up, stopping Dean in his tracks. “First, you're going to let me finish what I was saying and then I just might allow you to suffocate in these,” Donna says as she squeezes her breasts together, the plump flesh almost busting out of the camisole.

Dean whimpers but nods his acceptance.

“You cannot go around just punching people for rude and lewd remarks,” she begins and Dean hangs his head in remorse. “I'm the Sheriff and I really don't want my boyfriend to spend a night in lockup for something that was-” Donna pauses as she watches Dean shrink into himself and she feels bad for leading him on. “-so goddamned hot I almost came right there.”

Dean lifts his head rapidly and watches as Donna unties the bow at the nape of her neck, the material falling down and her breasts bouncing free.

“Come here baby,” she says as she reaches for him. “They're all yours.”

Dean moves fast as lightning, closing the space between them and buries his face right in Donna's chest. He growls, licks and nips at the skin as he picks his girlfriend up by her supple ass.

“Oh god Dean,” Donna moans loudly, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Don't stop. Fuck, don't stop!”

Dean lavishes each breast with kisses and sucks marks onto each one, claiming Donna as his.

Donna wraps her legs around his waist and starts humping him, her skirt bunched up around her hips.

Dean grins at her as their eyes meet and he nurses her left nipple.

“Getting frisky there aren't you Sheriff?” he chuckles.

“Well yea,” Donna responds breathy. “I know you have a deadly weapon on your body. I need to….oh to hell with the innuendoes right now. Just fucking fuck me Dean!”

“Yes ma'am,” Dean says as he sits her back onto her booted feet. “Show me the way, baby.”

Donna takes his hand and runs toward the bedroom. Once there, she kicks her boots off, unzips the skirt and pushes it and her panties to the floor before turning to watch Dean undress.

As soon as his legs are free from his jeans, Donna is on the floor at his feet.

“I wanna suck your dick until you cum down my throat.”

Dean groans as he pushes his boxers to the floor, his hard cock bouncing between them.

She wraps her fingers around the base and guides the head to her lips, gently licking the precum from the tip.

“Tasty,” Donna hums.

“Less talking, more sucking,” Dean says. And promptly bites his lip as Donna takes his shaft all the way in her mouth.

The Sheriff works her magic and soon is swallowing around the head of Dean's dick as her nose nestles in the sparse pubic hair.

“Shit baby,” Dean coos as he scoops Donna’s curly mane into a makeshift ponytail. “You gonna let me fuck that beautiful face?”

“Mmhmm,” Donna hums and begins rubbing his ball sack.

Dean holds her hair in one hand and places his other hand on Donna's head as he begins pulling out and pumping right back in, no resistance to going down her throat now.

“Goddamn,” he exclaims. “Your mouth is almost as good as your pussy. I'm gonna cum down your throat. You want that baby?”

Donna nods as forcibly as she “P'ease yus.”

Dean doesn't hold back as he thrusts into Donna's willing mouth and in no time he growls as his fingers grip and pull the Sheriff's hair while shooting his load into her mouth and down her throat.

When he pulls his dick from her, Donna swallows and licks the remnants from her lips before leaning forward and gently kissing the now flaccid member.

Dean hisses and then chuckles. “Sensitive,” he explains before helping her to her feet. “Now plant that perfect body on the bed and open up. I've worked up an appetite.”

Donna does as requested, unashamedly spreading her legs to show her glistening center.

“Oh sweetie,” Dean says as he gazes upon her wet cunt in front of his face. “Did you cum already? Getting face-fucked turn you on til you just let go all over yourself? You are a fucking mess down here.”

Dean chuckles as he sees her walls clenching the air. He lightly blows against her exposed pussy which causes the good Sheriff to whimper. Dean smiles before diving in, devouring her from the inside out.

He licks a trail around the rim of her entrance all the while his thumb is swiping left to right on her swollen clit.

Donna is a begging mess, imploring him for “more” and praising his techniques “fuck yes Dean! You are a master at eating pussy. I'm going to cum on your face.”

Dean takes that as a challenge and ups his ministrations. He replaces his thumb with his tongue and flicks the swollen nub as he inserts two fingers into her warm cavern, pumping his hand and scissoring his digits.

Donna practically convulses on the bed, her ass leaving the mattress and Dean sucks her bundle of nerves between his lips.

“Fucking hell!” she screams. “Gah! Bite me, Dean. Bite my clit.”

And Dean complies. He uses his teeth to gently gnaw on the flesh, rolling it between his pearly whites.

When Donna screams out again, it is accompanied by her pussy gushing liquid, her cum shooting right into Dean's mouth.

As Dean licks her clean, paying close attention to her now-reddened and abused clit, Donna lays flat above him catching her breath.

“Damn, that was hot,” she husks, her voice wrecked and hoarse. “I don't know where that came from.” She laughs as she lifts her head to look at her lover.

“That was amazing,” he agrees as he crawls up her body, stopping to peck a kiss to each engorged peak of her breast before hovering over her and grinning. “Didn't know you were into pain fucking.”

“Eh, everything is worth at least trying once,” she shrugs and then wraps her arms around his neck. “And we'll do that again… but Dean?”

“Hmmm?”

“Make love to me now?”

And that's just what he does. He fucks her good and hard, soft and sweet until she understood that she was deserving and valuable.

As he watches her pink swollen lips stretched and quivering around his throbbing dick as she creams all over it, he mutters words foreign to him.

“Goddamn! I fucking love you, woman.”

And their world, their little bubble Donna and Dean had created, stands silent. No movement, no sound, not even a breath is heaved as their eyes meet.

They both know their lives would never be the same. Donna smiles up at Dean and cups his cheek in her palm.

“I love you too, Dean”

THE END

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[yellowkitkieran]

Boyfriend (Kieran Tierney)

Masterlist

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: You and Kieran are on different pages regarding your situationship, which leaves both of you broken hearted.

Hunting for your trousers in a man's bedroom should heart your cheeks with shame. This is relatively normal for you now though, having hooked up with Kieran more times than you can count- and only twice having been invited to stay ren'night in the guest bedroom. 

“They're here,” Kieran says and tosses a pair of jeans your way. “Can you pass me my kit bag? Thanks.”

Kieran rushing out after sex has become commonplace. It stings a little less each time, though it has yet to fully fade. Your phone chimes, and you pick it up to see a message from a dating app, confirming the time for your impromptu dinner later tonight.

“Who's that?” Kieran says, tossing shirts from his closet to his bed. He doesn't bother to fold them because he isn't concerned with wrinkles. 

“Just some guy I've got a date with.” You keep your eyes on your phone and your voice even. This is new- up until now, you've remained fixated on Kieran. You only downloaded the app with the hope that it would kick Kieran's arse into high gear and prompt him to finally ask you out. 

“Sorry, did you say date?” Kieran blinks and turns towards you when you nod. “With who? Why?”

“Some bloke I met on an app- why do you care?”

“Because I don't want anyone else touching you, that's why. You aren't supposed to be dating anyone.” 

That sets you off. You purse your lips, vision tinting red. Who does he think he is? you've provided him with countless chances and he has squandered each and every one of them. “You aren't my boyfriend. Why does it matter if I go on a date with someone else?”

With all the patience of a parent speaking to an unruly child, Kieran pinches the bridge of his nose. “Because…” Each word comes loose like pulling teeth. “Because-”

“Because what Kieran?! Spit it out!” You're tired of waiting. For a date, for affection, for a finished sentence. You deserve to be put first for once, not cast aside like an out of date toy. 

“Because I don't want you to be with anyone else! Alright? There- are you happy?”

“Well for fucks sake Kieran! Do something about it then!” You're on your feet now, pacing the length of the room. There is far too much energy bundled up inside of you. Kieran's confession has spurred you into a frenzy and awoken the storm that has been brewing for weeks.  

Kieran shakes his head and continues stuffing things in his bag. “I'm not doing this right now. I have a plane to catch.”

How can he be so indifferent? The Kieran you know has a soft, tender heart. Now it is as if his is made of stone, the organ sitting solid and impenetrable in his chest. Doesn't he care? Doesn't this eat at him the same way it has eaten at you?

“I just don't want to think about this when I'm going to be in Scotland for a while-” 

“Where you'll probably spend the next two weeks snogging other women and letting them grind their arses on you in clubs.” The words are poison tipped, turning his own jealousy back onto the man himself. “Lord knows you won't be loyal, you'll neck the first bird who smiles at you.”

“I haven't so much as looked at another woman in months,” Kieran snaps. He stands at his full height now, his muscular frame filling your vision. You hold your ground, glaring up into his chocolate brown eyes that currently lack the sparkle you've grown to enjoy. Now they are filled with ire instead of affection and you are disturbed to discover how much that hurts you. 

“Liar. You're a liar Kieran Tierney, last week there were rumors, I saw-” 

“There's always gonna be rumors! We could be married and there would still be rumors about some model or influencer or someone that has paid tabloids to say they saw us together!” Kieran runs a hand through his hair. His laugh carries no humor, “and I know you can't handle it, which is why I agreed to things being casual!”

“Oh, you know I can't handle it, do you?” Tears prick your eyes as tears threaten to spill down your cheeks. You refuse to give Kieran the satisfaction of seeing how deeply he's wounded you. “You always assume. You assume I want to see you, assume I can't handle pressure, assume I'd rather be nothing more than fuck buddies, someone you can call in the middle of the night after a loss. But you know what? I'm done, Kieran. I'm done.”

“Just like that then? You're walking away from me?” Kieran tips his head back and the laugh that spills from him is not one you recognize. You aren't sure if it's pain, or maybe disbelief. You can scarcely believe it yourself; five minutes ago you were ready to cancel a date on his behalf. Now, you wouldn't dream of something like that ever again. 

You grab your coat off his bed and sling it over your shoulders. “Yep, just like that. Last chance Kieran.” 

“Just get out,” Kieran half growls. His back is already to you, which is just one more reason for you to go. Against your will, your feet remain rooted to the spot- you don't want to leave. What you want is for Kieran to fight for you, or maybe beg for forgiveness. You know in your heart that you haven't imagined the spark between you. That one night he took you out for a drink, there had been a genuine connection. You know that if he would get his head straight, he would recognize it.

But you value yourself too highly to remain in a situation where there is no progress. For months you've entertained this situationship in hopes that one day soon Kieran might wisen up and ask you on a proper date. But he hasn't, and someone else has come along to beat him to the punch, and now is when he chooses to be salty about it. 

As your feet carry you along the path you've walked dozens of times, you catalog the details of Kieran's home. The gallery wall containing photos of his favorite memories and people. A framed kit from his Arsenal debut. The bowl of apples on the kitchen island that will no doubt spoil before they're consumed. All of it, every detail down to the neatly placed shoes near the front door, is distinctly Kieran. 

An ache settles in your limbs. The weight of it threatens to crack bone. Somewhere deep in the house, you swear you can hear Kieran sigh. Probably with relief, thankful that you're finally out of his hair for good. 

At the last second, you take the slip of paper out of your pocket. It's no more than a discarded piece of scrap, but you hunt for a pen and write three words before you can think better of it. It's the truth- no sooner than the words are written do you feel the ache start to ease slightly. You fold the paper in fourths and slide it into the pocket of his coat, knowing full well that he never wears it anyway. But at least you've put it into the universe, and your secret no longer lives solely inside your soul. 

You do not look back as you leave. Once the door locks behind you, you only pray that Kieran washes that coat before he discovers the paper.

I love you. Three words, so simple to write, yet impossible to speak. Three words Kieran will never hear you say. Because now that you've gone, you'll never come back. 

[bapydemonprincess]

Fireworks

Lau knew his Master Chef very well. He knew his Former American Soldier very well. He knew his Bardroy.

The man wore most of his true emotions on his sleeve and when something delighted or displeased him he made sure everyone knew.

(Sometimes when they really didn't need to..)

And Lau was very confident in his very good idea that the Phantomhive Chef, Ex Soldier, and American would love seeing a real firework show.

With the kind of beautiful creations directly from Lau's home.

And maybe, seeing as it was a warm Summer evening, they go stay outside under the stars and fireworks and eat some of Lau's favorite home recipes!

So, the Opium den closed early and Lau and his dear sister headed off.

Confidence and good tidings radiating from their entire entorage as they headed out of London and to the Phantomhive Manor out in the countryside.

"Ah, fireworks," the butler repeated the Rising Dragon's explanation as he greeted him at the front door.

"And quite a few of them, you see, Mister Butler! To last as long as a lovely evening outdoor dinner party!"

"Hmm? And I imagine you've brought your own dishes for this dinner party as well?"

"Here they are, all made today before coming by me!"

Lau felt like congratulating himself on putting out such a perfectly docile demeanor this evening in front of the scary, cold stuff upper lip Mister Butler.

After another few agonizing seconds of said Head Servant standing there, practically barricading the entrance as he contemplated this new predicament, finally a softer, higher voice broke the stand-off.

"'Oos that Sebastian? O-Oh! Mister Lau and Ran Mao!!"

Met Rin squeezed her tiny self between the doorway and the suddenly for some reason floundering Mister Butler, smiling as bright to the guests as a full new moon.

"What brings you lot here? Young master 'asnt had need of yer services for a spell, from what I recall, no he hasn't!"

"Well let's just say this attempted visit was for pleasure, Miss Maid! And, if I may, it is so nice to see you again. I'm sure Ran Mao and you have a lot of catching up to do!"

"Ooh, yes that sounds lovely, it does!! Oh, we could even have dinner together, we could, since it's 'round the time us servants eat an' all, right Sebastian??"

Another second passed, Mister Butler now looking less and less intimidating under the big, brown pretty awaiting gaze of Miss Maid.

He finally sighed.

"....Yes, I suppose so, considering Mister Lau appears to have brought special home made dishes to share, as well as some.. fireworks to show."

"..Fireworks??"

"All directly brought over from China!" Lau confirmed.

The maid's eyes seemed to grow bigger by the second, as well as her smile seeming to take up the entirety of her lower face.

"Well, let's see if we can carefully get the fireworks out into the back yarded area, I suppose," Mister Butler sighed once again, as if this would actually be a hard task for him.

And halfway getting around the manor with the wagon of fireworks, soon the Gardener Boy joined the group, and then the Snake Boy too.

Soon all the bunch were chattering with delight of the idea of an evening of dining outside and seeing fireworks!

All.. except...

"Beg pardon, Mister Butler, Miss Maid and er you other two.." Lau spoke up as they were all finally out behind the large estate and Mister Butler was taking the fireworks out of the wagon, "where is Master Chef? You would think he'd be just as all over this idea as the rest of you, right??"

Mister Butler paused while setting another firework down.

Miss Maid froze up as she was busy deciding which yummy looking Chinese dish to try first from the basket Ran Mao showed her.

The Gardener and Snake Boys seemed suddenly ready to run back inside where they'd come from.

"I do believe Bardroy will likely not be joining us for this little event, Mister Lau,"

"....O-Oh?" The Rising Dragon certainly felt like he was going to rapidly fall.. if this went in the direction he was already suspecting it would.

"Erm, 'e... 'e probably wouldn't like the fireworks, Mister Lau.. Uh, I mean, well.. the sounds of 'em, I mean... No he wouldn't."

Lau tried to laugh in the face of this information, if a bit forcefully.

"That's quite a silly assumption, given that the man's dealt with explosions far greater than this many times, has he not??"

"Perhaps so, but I believe the rapid, loud bursts and booms of a firework display would still unnerve him after so many long years of similar situations... if deadlier."

"And um, the recent times 'es been able to deal with it, I think it was more controlled, and he set the explosions off 'imself, he did, and um, it wasn't somethin' happenin' overhead like a firework would be, no it wasn't!"

The two head servants and their explanations.. annoyingly made sense, and Lau found his frustration rising over reason in this situation.

"Well, there's only one way to see for ourselves if this is all true, yes? I'm sure it'll be no trouble to see if he'll try coming out and enjoying the show. So, let's go ahead and start! And I'll slip on in and find Master Chef!"

Mister Butler and Miss Maid were sharing looks with each other as Lau marched off right away to head inside and hunt down his actual intended audience.

Just inside Master Chef sat, at a kitchen chair, feet up on the table and crossed half-hazardly, while his bare arms were crossed over his chest and he puffed away at a smoke.

Likely wondering where dinner was.

Where everyone was.

"Good evening, Master Chef," Lau chirped.

And felt his spirit soar once again when the man nearly collapsed out of his seat.

"Uh- Wha- What the 'ell are you doin' 'ere Lau??"

Lau chuckled.

"Looking for you to be specific. You're missing out on a big show that's about to start right outside, you know!"

"A big show?" The chef repeated, utterly confused, "What kinda show are ya talkin' bou-"

BOOM

BAM

CRASH

BANG!

The first fireworks went off perfectly, and even if just at the corner of his vision, Lau could tell they were a bright, beautiful sight to behold out there as they lit up the Phantomhive Grounds sky.

But, as Lau proudly absorbed the expected "OOOOs!" and "AAAAHs" of the others getting front row seats out there, what he didn't expect to also hear underneath was a clacking, clacking, clackety noise and rapid panting breaths.

And Master Chef was no long even remotely near his aforementioned seat, but now even further away, near the other exit into the rest of the manor, pressing himself up against the wall, practically.

The clacking being his handgun he'd snapped out and held up close to himself.

BOOM

BAM

CRASH

BANG!

Went another set, and this time Lau didn't bother listening or seeing any of it, as he busied himself watching Master Chef flinch at every one, and sink slowly down while still against that wall.

His face the face of a man absolutely haunted.

"M-Master Chef I-" Lau started, lifting his arms and hands.

BOOM

BAM

CRASH

BANG!

Bardroy shut his eyes at this point, still flinching.

Lau's arms and hands curled back, uncertainty riddling him over what to do....

BOOM

BAM

CRASH

BANG!

Until he decided to risk it.

BOOM

BAM

CRASH

BANG!

Diving towards the curled up man.

BOOM

BAM

CRASH

BANG!

And setting before him.

BOOM

BAM

CRASH

BANG!

Ignoring as this seemed to make him jolt too, and the gun in his head started to point out close to Lau's chest.

BOOM

BAM

CRASH

BANG!

Bard's mouth opened and a primal yell of fear escaped him, his eyes popping open again.

BOOM

But this time all he saw instead of bright flashes out the kitchen window was..

BAM

Was...

CRASH

...Lau.

BANG!

His hands covered up Bardroy's ears firmly.

And he pressed his own face very very close.

He spoke low even if he doubted the man could hear him.

"Duìbuqǐ" He whispered, more than once it seemed.

Over and over, and even when the other man was shaking no longer.

And it seemed the.. fireworks had finished.

"...H-Huh??"

The chef hissed out, blinking.

He finally seemed to notice Lau pressing his face close and covering his ears.

"Uh... I couldn't 'ere ya when you do that.."

Lau smiled.

Laughed.

Let out a deep breath of relief.

And kissed his Master Chef on the lips.

This seemed to melt the man before him even more, his hands with the gun lowering entirely.

And yet Lau had never been concerned where that had been pointed.

He pulled back, only to push back in for one, two, three more smaller kisses.

"I was trying to explain the arrangement of an evening out with Home Made Chinese Dining and entertainment on display..."

Lau leaned back further and smiled sheepishly.

"However, I think we just missed the entertainment."

"O-oh..."

Was all Bardroy could get out, blinking again.

But looking up into Lau's face hopefully with his big clear blue eyes.

"But is the dinin' is still available? I uh, don't mind that stuff one bit, y'know.."

Lau grinned this time.

"I know you don't, and I'm glad for that at least. Let's see then, if there's anything still left, eh?"

And this finally got Master Chef to follow him, with no issue, outside and join the others.

After Note: From what I've looked up to the best of my ability 对不起 (duì bù qǐ) is meant to be a very deep apology for messing up! And I imagine someone like Lau rarely ever says it! Unless they REALLY mean it 😉

[paranoidginger]

Lab-rat part 24

Tw: N/A

It took some time, but Bait finally came to, hours after he had first regained a flicker of consciousness. He was chilled, despite being tucked in beneath a soft, warm blanket, and he could not help but notice the pain that he was in. Everything was sore, and his chest felt heavy with each breath. Where was he? How had he gotten here?

"Oh dear- finally, you're vaking up!" The Medic's voice was relieved as he moved to the young man's side, hesitating for a moment as Bait flinched, shutting his eyes. "It's okay, junge, I von't hurt you." He spoke softly, gently brushing a small strand of hair out of the clone's face. "Go ahead and keep your eyes closed, I need to run a small test, all you have to do is answer yes or no." Bait nodded slightly, flinching as the doctor carefully took his arm, beginning to poke and prod at his reattached hand, making sure he could feel it and move it properly. It only took a couple of minutes, and surely enough, it confirmed proper reattachment.

"D-don't go..." His voice was quiet, oh so very quiet, a gentle pleading sound that was barely audible. But the Medic heard him, and he stopped, turning back and gently petting the young man's hair.

"How are you feeling, kleiner?" The Medic asked softly, gently releasing the boy's arm. Bait did his best to relax, finally opening his eyes to look at the Medic, his Medic... Not the man in red he had fallen so quickly back into expecting...

"h-hurts..." He didn't have the words to express how he felt, all he could do is wait as tears formed in his eyes, welling up and beginning to pour down his face as quiet sobs escaped his aching form.

"Unfortunately, zhat is to be expected. I'll be able to help ease zhe pain once zhe other medications are out of your system. For now, just try and rest... Everyzhing vill be okay, I promise." He gently patted Bait's head, turning to leave. Bait continued to sob quietly, grasping for the man, only for his weak, heavy limbs to fall short of making contact as the man left his side... He didn't want to be alone...

"I vill be right back, I promise. I am just getting Nikolai from outside, and zhen I'm going to get Spy." He explained softly, offering a slight reassuring smile. He was met with a small nod, and a near-silent 'Ok'. It was clear that Bait was still drowsy, not yet all the way there... That worried the Medic, but he hoped that it would pass. After another moment, he left the small, curtained room, the Blu team's Heavy soon arriving at the younger man's side.

By the time dinner rolled around, Bait was fully awake, although still groggy from the drugs the Red Medic had dosed him with, even though it had been days since he had been initially drugged. He had not eaten the entire time he was in the Red's possession, and it showed. Everyone was glad to see that the newcomer on their team was doing alright, as he was assisted via wheelchair to the common room by the Spy, who looked better than he ever had since the battle when Bait had been lost.

He found himself seated at the end of the table, a near banquet in front of him. His favorite foods, plus some extra, and the soup. The simple, homemade chicken noodle soup that Nikolai had made by hand. He could hardly hold himself back as he began to eat, stopped by a gloved hand on his shoulder.

"Hey there, slow down, son." Mac spoke in his usual southern drawl, whistling sharply to get everyone else's attention, the table going silent as Spy met his gaze. "Spy an' I, we've been thinkin'. You need a proper name... What do you think of Beau? I think it suits you. We chose it for ya." The Engineer smiled, waiting patiently for an answer.

It took him a moment to register what the Engineer was really saying, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as he looked up to the hardhat wearing man. A name? A real name... For him...

"Beau..." His voice tremored as he spoke, using his palm to begin wiping the tears that had started to fall down his face. "I-I think I like that..."

Part 23

Miss Pauling had returned to the Administrator, relaying the information she had gotten from the Red Spy and calling for a temporary ceasefire. The discussion of what to do with the clone, however... That was a more difficult topic. Let him stay with Blu, and they would need a fresh hire for Red, dispose of him, and Blu could rebel... Clearly they were willing to risk being fired for the sake of the clone, it would be difficult. She would have to lie to all of them... She had choices to make. But for now, she would sleep on it. Sleep on the decision and make a choice once she was awake, bright and early the next morning for her drive up the mountain to the Blu base.

-TO BE CONCLUDED-

@thatonesimp-e @gravitytrips @aniolleq @realccre

[invisiblequeen]

Noe Bodi Gameplay: Day 34, Part 1

NEW NEIGHBOR MOVED INTO OASIS SPRINGS!

Darrell Parker (@simsinfinitylt) is an aspiring chef with a poetic nature and, as I later discovered, a wildly desirous side.

I noticed a pattern: anytime I first start playing a sim, they either need to sleep or eat. In Darrell's case, it was the former.

But once we got that out of the way he went to apply for University! He wants that academic, prestigious culinary training, and I'm not mad at it.

As he waited for the application to go through, he turned his focus to his favorite hobby, producing!

I will never regret my choice to make the walls purple zebra patterned. It is exactly the kind of room a music producer should have.

Now, you know that the point of this gameplay is to see how all these sims interact. So when I saw our resident bear man Pax Ramey (@theosconfessions) strolling across the street...

I sent Darrell out to say hello.

And boy, did they get along great.

Their chemistry was so on point that halfway through talking I was able to get them to hip bump and it only added more friendship points!

Then Darrell's stomach started growling, so he had to go back inside for some eggs and toast.

The clearing of his plate was perfectly timed with the arrival of our Resident Zombie Boy, Leslie Stanfield (@zestykim)!

You'll notice that Darrell, waving excitedly and introducing himself, didn't seem to notice that Leslie is in fact a Zombie Boy. And, to be fair, Leslie takes great care to make the rotting half side of his face look more like a third degree burn from a past accident, after which he sprays his body down in the sim equivalent of Axe whenever he leaves his hidey hole.

So Darrell's unawareness was actually a win for Leslie, confirming that his cover hadn't been blown and he wasn't too decayed to fool the average sim.

Unfortunately, Darrell also looked scrumptious to him, so he had to cease breathing through his nose and squint his eyes to center himself.

No sim-made tapas today, folks! They powered through a small chat and got along great!

This time when Darrell yawned, I sent him to bed for a real sleep.

It didn't take him into the next day, but it did keep him from yawning anymore.

Look what he did the second he woke up--check the university applications!

No news yet. You could argue that it hadn't even been 24 hours yet, but Darrell would not listen to you. He will check every single day until he gets a rejection or acceptance.

I had no more time to dwell on his academic future, though, because another neighbor sauntered in, waiting to be introduced.

Remember Donna Richmond (@elysiantrait)?

Here I was thinking this would be like the other introductions, so I sent Darrell out to say hi without a care.

But oh, was I wrong.

Love. At. First. Sight. The last time this happened was with Rivers and Rory! I love when the mods be modding and guide my story for me. :)

So obviously, they got along splendidly. Talked about anything and everything, with the strong flirty tone running under every word. Not once did their smiles fade. Not once did a negative relationship point appear.

And I am nothing if not a Love Guru, so I decided to send them on an early dinner date, to nurture their fateful bond over drinks and bites.

Little did I know the insanity that would follow.

[previous] - [next]

[pokechbi]

Chapter 5 <3

"Right here on your right, David." I say gently, not trying to sound too bossy. 

"I know. I've been here before." He says with a smirk.

I scoff sarcastically, but in a friendly manner. I didn't think he'd actually remember. Was I that important to him or did he just have a good memory? I cringed at the thought of actually asking him, only to be shot down or rejected. I gave David a slight chuckle and helped him carry some of the bags inside.

Walking into my warm house, I wanted to relax, take my shoes off and lounge lazily until Mark came home. But I needed to play my part in this case. I wanted so badly to help those girls get found. 

Mark sat next to me in the dining room the night prior while eating dinner, and was questioning his decision on moving here. He told me that if two little girls were kidnapped on our first week in town, he didn't want to stick around to find out what else could happen in a year's time. My heart sank thinking about leaving Conyers, starting new somewhere else with no friends and nothing to look forward to. Here, I had a job lined up. I had Detective Loki, as small of a part he may play in my life. I still looked forward to seeing him whenever I did, even considering the circumstances. I enjoyed the rainy-ness, the crispy clean winter air, and sense of neighborhood that Conyers had to offer. His statements made me angry, considering how he just ripped me away from my life in Miami, and called it 'saving' me. And how wanted to rip me away from Conyers too. I was tired of his ripping. All he did was rip and take. And rip and take some more. And I was at my breaking point. 

"Cassidy. Are you alright?" David's voice shattered the cloud of thoughts that had come over my head. Approaching me with a concerned look, he gently places my grocery bags on the counter, never taking an eye off of me. "You seem...occupied. Mentally." He notions to his head, then placed his hands back on his hips. 

"I'm alright, David. Just a bit tired, that's all. Moving somewhere new can be tiring. And this case has my mind running all over the place. I really hope those girls are found...in one piece, you know." I say with a sad smile and nod. As much as I tried to hide my pain, I knew Detective Loki could see right through me. His blue eyes scanning all over me slowly, my sock-covered feet, my jeaned legs, my thighs, my curves, until eventually his gaze landed on my lips. I gulped audibly, clearing my throat and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. Fuck. FUCK. Why is he so goddamn forward?! I'd give my entire life for this man to take me on the kitchen floor right now. To pleasure me so good that I feel nothing. I feel heat rise up to my face. He had a way to him where he was forward, without being forward. It confused me, but it made me more curious about him none the less. 

I had hung a picture of Mark and I up on the fridge with a magnet. It was a small photo booth picture strip that we had taken on one of our first dates. Looking at it as I close the fridge, I'm met with a hot breath on the back of my neck. I freeze in place, taking a quick glance at the towering man behind me. Once I confirm that he's standing literally right behind me, I snap my gaze back to the fridge, distracting myself. 

"You need to tell me something, Cassidy." I liked it when David said my full name. I felt as if i were being bossed around, and I liked it coming from him. And he was right. I did need to tell him something. I needed to tell him everything. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. I couldn't bring myself to turn my already-so-complicated life upside down even more. I knew he would ask me about Mark, so I braced myself.

I do something so ballsy that I even start to question my own consciousness. 

I turn around, and face directly towards Detective Loki, leaving our faces only inches apart. His smell was stronger than ever, and it made me want to grab his clothes right off of his body and kiss his bare, cologne sprayed skin. 

"Yes, David?" I say, in a suggestive tone. David seemed to get the memo, since he had a shy grin plastered on his face. He stepped even closer, whispering something in my ear. Feeling his hot breath on my neck, the hairs all over my body stand up to attention. 

"Does he put his hands on you?" He says. I can practically feel my legs shaking, my hands sweaty and my breath hitching in my throat. The change of conversation made me want to crawl into a hole and hide from the world. 

I didn't know how to answer him. My mouth opened and closed as if I were a fish gasping and sucking for air. What would he do if I said yes? What if I say no? Is it too late to say no? I didn't even know if I loved Mark anymore. Why did I need to defend him? I could throw him under the bus and tell the cops everything. Or I could collect evidence and get a restraining order. But as much as I hate to admit it, I am not that brave. I had no idea what to say, or do in that moment. And David knew. He knew all too well. There was a sense of familiarity in his voice, like he knew the signs.

My eyes burning, and my throat knotting with the threat of a suppressed scream that I'd been holding in for a long time. 3 years to be exact. My longest relationship to-date. Is this how I got out? Dramatically? Getting the police involved? I wanted to be low-key. I wanted to do this all on my own. But the mere presence of David made me question it all. Maybe I did need someone to spill all of my secrets to. And that someone might have been him. 

He steps forward, closing the space between us and raises a hand to my cheek, brushing against where Mark had hit me a few days before. The bruise still lingered, but very faintly. 

"I'm not going to pressure you. I saw how he hit you that day, when I first saw you two." He caressed my cheek with his thumb, looking down at me with the softest eyes I had ever seen on a man. I closed my eyes and grimaced. 

His touch made me crave more. I wanted more of this. I needed someone to show me they cared, even if they pretended. David was giving me everything I needed in that moment, and I didn't want it to end. I could stay in this moment forever, with his warm touch and his voice, which was smooth and sweet like hot honey. And then I opened my eyes to a sore sight. In that moment, my reality hit me like a truck. I realized that this safety was not for long, and Detective Loki would leave and I would be alone with Mark once more. I knew this encounter would leave me craving for more, and I wouldn't be able to let this go. I wouldn't be able to go back to living my day to day life, planning my careful escape to New York City and leaving David behind. I realized that I needed him in that moment, and he knew it. 

His warm touch was the key to open the floodgates. The knot forming in my throat became stronger, until I couldn't breathe and I let out all of my bottled pain in one long cry. My vocalized stress must have been something he had seen before, because he was perfect in this moment. I didn't want to startle him, but I needed him to know how I felt. I couldn't just verbalize it, but he knew. He tightened his grip on my face, sliding his hand behind my head and holding my head up for support. His other arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me into a full-bodied hug. 

I felt the outline of his muscular chest through his coat, and his toned muscles squeezing me so hard that I felt that I might crumble like a loaf cake if he squeezed any harder. He hugged me like he couldn't bare to let go, my cries muffled into his chest. We stood like this for a minute, the both of us not wanting to leave this embrace. I hadn't been hugged like this in a while, and the physical contact was driving me insane. 

I gently lifted my head from David's chest, looking up into his eyes. He lifts his hands up to my face, gracefully wiping my tears. His hands were calloused and rough, but it was the softest touch I had ever felt. I wanted to cry some more, have him hold me some more, but I suddenly remembered that there were things he needed to do and places he needed to be. 

I glance at the digital display of the time on the oven. 6:17 PM, it read. Fuck. The search party started at 6. I scolded myself for keeping him for so long. "David..I-" 

"Please, Cass. There are plenty officers who can fulfill my duty for a few extra minutes." He says gently. "The search party is a volunteer event, not everyone has to participate." He gives my shoulder a squeeze.

It made me feel a bit better, but a pang of guilt still spread through my chest. 

"We can still head out there if you want, you know. To take your mind off things." He suggested. "And focus on something else." I pondered for a minute, feeling horrible for even having to think about it. Mark usually came home around 8, and it would definitely seem suspicious if a random car dropped me off  and I didn't tell him where I was. I thought to myself. I didn't need his bantering tonight, or even worse, his hands on me again. I had enough emotions to deal with today, and I needed to sort it out before I quite literally go insane. I pulled out my phone and texted Mark. 

Hey. Going out tonight to volunteer with the police to search for those missing girls. I'll be home late. 

I switched my phone off, sliding it into my back pocket.

"You're right. I should go. To get my mind off of things and to offer my support." I give a weak smile, and David smiles back at me. 

"Good girl. " I feel a pang of curiosity hit me between my legs at his choice of words, paired with his tone. "We can talk more in the car. Maybe we can grab some dinner later, since it'll probably be too late for you to cook, anyway." 

"I'll still need to cook for...-" 

"We'll get him something." He says smugly, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the front door. 

"Yes Sir" I say with a sly smirk.

[dr-rarepair-week-blog]

She Left the Suds in the Bucket

Day Two: running away/death

Pairing: Kazuichi Souda x Junko Enoshima

Summary: Kazuya would be free of her life at last. As long as she doesn't get caught.

Notes and warnings: transfem Souda, non-Despair AU, misgendering, mentioned verbal abuse, and mentioned vomiting.

___

The small town Kazuya had grown up in looked much different at night.

She sat on the porch swing of her family home, waiting for her savior. She'd be here any moment. In the meantime, Kazuya kicked her legs and drummed her fingers against her thigh. The lights of the distant houses glowed like stars. Occasionally, someone remembered the time and another light flickered on.

Next to her was a small bag containing all of her personal things: an extra jumpsuit, a shirt and pants, a skirt she'd kept hidden, her sewing kit, some socks, a toothbrush, and about ¥20,000. She didn't have much to her name besides that. Ditching her tool kit and some of her projects left her stomach churning with anxiety, but she could always make more once she settled down again.

She pulled her phone from her pocket and checked the time for the third time that night. 10:28 PM, close to when her girlfriend was supposed to be here. Kazuya looked up from the screen to check for the car again. Everything had fallen into place so perfectly, too perfectly for things to go wrong now. But that didn't stop the familiar coldness of her dread from creeping up on her.

She'd made a big meal for her parents so that they didn't pay too much attention to her. It was rare that anyone made dinner, especially her, which Kazuya hoped would keep their eyes off of her. And because he couldn't help himself, her father berated her for how late into the night she had made it. He always found something to nitpick about whatever Kazuya did, usually punctured with a “stupid boy” or a myriad of swears. They were still eating when she slipped out of the back door.

At that moment, she swore that she saw a black car crawling along the back road. It was far away and her contacts were more for aesthetic than for practicality, but she'd spent too much time around vehicles to not notice it. She leaned forward and squinted, and her suspicions were confirmed when it passed under a house light. The body shone brighter than any car she'd ever seen before. Slowly, it drove onto the unpaved road that led to her house.

Holy shit, did she bring a limo?

The headlights were turned off, but she could tell that something expensive-looking was creeping down the road. It stopped a few yards in front of the house lights. A door opened, and out she stepped: Junko Enoshima. The one and only Junko Enoshima has come to save her. Junko's pale arm frantically waved for Kazuya to come on.

She rose from the swing with her bag and walked down the stairs, peering back to make sure that her parents weren't looking out the window. Two shadows sat at the dinner table. Kazuya turned back around and ran straight for her girlfriend, finding the girl's arms around her before she knew what was going on. Junko squeezed her tight and let go of her equally as fast.

“Let's get out of here, I'm feeling poorer just by being here,” she whispered. They both giggled. Junko ducked into the backseat first, and Kazuya started to get in as well.

“BOY!”

She froze, looking up at her father who now stood on the porch. The light hanging overhead illuminated his enraged face. Quickly, Kazuya followed her girlfriend into the limo and closed the door. Junko whistled, and the car took off, speeding back down the road fast enough to make her head spin. And just like that, she was sailing past the town that she'd spent her whole life in.

“See, was that so bad?” Junko asked once they made it to the outskirts. “You're free! And when we get back, you're getting a nice hot shower. Tomorrow… who knows!”

“That sounds good, yeah,” Kazuya agreed. She stared out the tilted window at the occasional stores and gas stations passing by. The only time that she had seen them was when she was taken to Hope's Peak, but their last day had been about a month ago. Seeing them whiz by made another strange feeling bubble in her stomach.

Junko hopped onto the seat that Kazuya sat on and leaned into her, snuggling against her shoulder with her cheek. “Everything is gonna be much better. So disgustingly hopeful. I know it.”

When she'd suggested that Kazuya run away with her, the mechanic almost couldn't believe it. They'd been dating in secret, mainly because Junko was… Junko. Her friends would've never expected the snarky gyaru to even look at her, especially with her obsessing over Sonia so openly. They didn't know that it had become a front for her real feelings. No, Kazuya gave all of her attention to Junko and her antics when they were alone.

Her obsession with hope and despair would never fail to catch her off guard, though.

Kazuya gave a weak chuckle at her words. The roads had started to become a little bumpy and her motion sickness was getting to her. She moved her gaze to the back window, hoping that it relieved her stomach. It didn't. “Oh, man…”

“Still nervous?”

“Motion sickness.”

Junko sighed. “It'll be another hour or so. Just try not to throw up, Daddy got this cleaned last week.” But she grinned and sat back up. “Would looking at my magazines help?”

“Yeah…”

“I'll do you one better.” Kazuya was confused for a moment, until Junko leaned forward and kissed her cheek. Her face heated up.

“I-uh… oh, you uh. Yeah. Better.” The girl sputtered for a while as Junko giggled at her. Then, she leaned closer and gave Junko a kiss back. Her skin was soft and smooth, brushed with a light layer of makeup that gave her the complexion of a porcelain doll. It didn't taste the best but man did it look cute. When she pulled away, Junko had a peculiar look on her face.

But that was just how Junko was. She was cunning and intelligent, possibly one of the smartest members of their graduating class. In fact, she had been the one to orchestrate this whole thing. Kazuya didn't have to worry about anything going wrong. Because Junko loved her, and wouldn't let anything hurt her.

Right?

Right.

___

Post-story notes: I remember a theory that her obsession with Sonia in game was because she was obsessed with Junko in her time as a Remnant and I was HOOKED. It's an interesting dynamic and I don't think I could explore it properly but I eat it up every time. Also the title is from Suds in the Bucket by Sara Evans, I listened to it constantly when I was a kid.

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

Why did you elbow me? 242

Nicholas (Nick) Stephen McSwarek undercover part 52

The car accident part 27

Fin tutuola: pov so far I'm having a hard time finding info on Dr Catcher prior to working at this hospital which is strange might not get his real name. My stomach is hurting really bad. I head into the bathroom in case I get sick.

Amanda Rollins: pov this genetic case is hard i’m pretty sure the dead body is Mr Safran and mother and son are lying to me. I just have to wait for the DNA test results to confirm everything. I get up and head to the breakroom and call Carisi to check up on the girls and update him on both cases. 

Ada Carisi: pov hi Amanda me and the girls just finished eating some pizza. Amanda tells me what a coincidence she just ate some pizza.  We are going to watch a movie before bed. What time should you be home? She says soon they are almost done for the night. Any update on Kate. 

Amanda Rollins: pov Esposito got a text message from Lanie before she had to head home since perlmutter has a migraine. Kate is still asleep but agitated, her dinner time feeding went well. Unless something happens Castle will update Esposito tomorrow morning. Bye i love you Carisi.

Olivia Benson: pov I head out of my office looking for Fin hey  amanda have you seen Fin, she mentions he ran to the bathroom holding his stomach. Mine doesn't feel much better once he is out. I tell him I just got off the phone with ken Baxter hospital ceo/manager from Tennessee and he says Dr Catcher might be the same Dr they are looking for. He sent me everything on their case. I have ginger ale in my office to help with our stomachs while we look over the case with Esposito. Maybe we could virtually interview/talk to his former patients.

Alexis Castle: pov Dad sent me and Dave home with Gram and papa Jim since it's getting late. Dad is going to stay in the hospital with Kate, she should be getting one more feed before bed. The ride to the apartment is quiet since none of us know what to say today was awful especially for Kate. Me and Dave decided to head to the pool for a night time swim. Gram is going to watch a movie and papa Jim is going to read a little before bed. 

Olivia Benson: pov listen up everyone can go home, we will pick up tomorrow. Cassidy made dinner for Noah and put him to bed after they played some video games.

Martha rodgers: pov Alexis and Dave are back from their late night swim and getting ready for bed. Tonight is going to be a rough night for everyone.

Amanda Rollins: pov I climb into my nice warm bed and snuggle close to Carisi thanks for taking care of the girls tonight. He says, no problem, it was fun.

Olivia Benson: pov Cassidy is already in bed waiting for me, today was extremely long and my stomach is killing me from lunch me and Fin ate at some place and I think it didn't agree with us well.

Castle: pov It's around 2am and one of Kate's monitors is going off, I quickly get up and hit the call button. It looks like she is having a bad  nightmare. which is very scary. I'm trying to calm her down by talking soothingly to her. Me touching her seems to be making the nightmare worse for some reason. Her lips are taking on a bluish tint meaning she isn't getting enough oxygen. A nurse comes running in, she says something is wrong, a Dr who is on the night shift comes running over after the nurse called for him by hitting the button again. An oxygen mask is put on her face which should help give her oxygen. The nurse says it doesn't look like she is breathing right. They might have to use a special bag valve mask on her if she doesn't start breathing properly on her own. Kate's head is tilted to help open  her airway. Her heart rate has been increasing which is a concern. It's definitely tachycardic. The Dr gives her some meds which should help her. The Dr says it looks like she is holding her breath which isn't good for her left  lung which is her bad one. He is rubbing her chest trying to get her to breathe on her own. After a tense few seconds I notice Kate starts to take a breath.

Dr Martin: pov that's it Kate you're okay just keep breathing, it was just a dream you are safe. Kate seems to be waking up. We don't want to scare her after what happened to her, she is very agitated. Whatever the dream was, freaked her out. Kate is crying which isn't good for her breathing. I can add calming meds if she doesn't settle down soon. I quickly check her vitals. Mr Castle asks Kate if she wants to be held. Kate answers yes, Castle climbs in the bed holding her and rubbing circles on her back. She is still breathing heavily. I  choose to give her calming meds which are safe for the baby. Once she is breathing better we will switch her to a special oxygen mask that will help her breathe if her oxygen saturation goes below a safe level.

Castle: pov Kate is laying on me cuddling up on her right side, I don't want to freak her out by asking what the dream was about. We will talk about it tomorrow. The Dr says he would like to keep her on the oxygen for a bit then possibly tomorrow switch her to the other type of oxygen mask. She needs a bunch of tests in the morning, right now they just need her to calm down. I grab my phone and leave a text in the group chat letting them know what happened. Jim, Martha, Alexis and Dave are at the apartment. Lanie had to head home after dinner  tonight to cover for perlmutter since he had a bad migraine, I had no idea he got them.  To be continued . ……..

[scuderiamh]

IMPULSE CONTROL || c.leclerc x reader

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: none

loneliness caused stupid decisions. y/n had learned that much.

being away from her boyfriend never got easier, she'd learned that, too. throughout their entire dating history, she knew she'd have to get accustom to nights in a half-cold bed and eating dinner together through facetime. watching shows alone when she'd much rather watch them with him. watching the couples outside kiss, hold hands, do all the things she and charles had much less time together to do. she was okay with it. it took its toll, certainly. but she had to be okay with it for him. she'd love nothing more than to follow  him to every race, every country he visited, but flying was expensive as ever and she wouldn't let him pay for her. even when he insisted it was no trouble.

he wasn't her entire impulse control, but he sure did make up a lot of it. he was the voice of reason to poke holes in every bad idea she had, as was she with all his thoughts that weren't as bright as he felt in the moment. it worked. it worked well. they kept eachother from doing anything stupid unless they were in on it together. but, she hadn't consulted him on this beforehand, and now --

a puppy. 

a tiny shepherd-type breed staring back at her with watery eyes and the guiltiest look she's ever seen. oh, what a mess. the pillow cover, once whole and beautiful, now torn nearly in half. ripped open, the perpetrator a small, lanky, ever-growing dog. she wanted to be mad, but how could she? sure, it was charles' pillow and all, he wouldn't be too happy... but the way the yet-to-be-named puppy groveled made it excusable. besides, it was nothing a needle and thread couldn't fix, and suddenly youtube tutorials became her best friend. 

and only fifteen minutes later did she realize how much harder sewing was than she'd initially thought. the messy, jagged threads of her attempts to fix his pillowcase were shameful, and she'd nearly considered just buying a whole new pillowcase. but that would be admitting defeat, and there were a million things she'd rather do before doing that. besides, charles was scheduled to come sometime today and she was uncertain on whether or not she could have the replacement by his arrival. stuck with fixing it she was.

as she was knitting -- or, trying to -- unnamed puppy made every effort to be as irritating as possible. nipping at her socks, licking her face, just about everything to be as distracting as she could. if she weren't so cute, she might've been mad. she'd grown to ignore her, concentrating all too hard on the job in front of her. she'd lost track of time, forgetting how soon her boyfriend would come as the task at hand fully absorbed her energy and attention. but the puppy running to the door gave the indication, even before he came inside. he was here. the sound of the keys unlocking the door was only confirmation, and she let out a soft gasp and let the pillow fall to the ground, quick to stand up and plaster as innocent a grin as she could muster.

now for the explaining.

“chérie, i'm h-” charles started, but his words were cut short by the yapping of an overexcited puppy. he put down his suitcase, closing the door slowly, not quite processing the situation. “uhm, who are we puppy-babysitting for?”

“hi, darling.” y/n said, a sweet smile all but tattooed on her face as she made her way to him. she ignored the jumping puppy as she wrapped her arms around her boyfried, who was slow to reciprocate. 

“as happy as i am to see you...” he trailed off, pulling away. he crouched down, only to sit down on the ground to interact with the puppy face to face. he chuckled, but it seemed more so nervously than anything. “you did not answer my question?”

he glanced up, and y/n only gave a sheepish smile, then threw her hands up as if to declare her guilt. “i'm sorry! i'm sorry. i got lonely, and i saw the ad online, and...”

“oh, god.” he let out an exhale, head dipping. “it's ours?”

“she's ours. she's our daughter, now, leclerc. you always said you wanted a family, didn't you?”

“well... yes, bu-”

“see, it's perfect!” she exclaimed with a grin, clapping her hands together once.

“i meant eventually, amour. a puppy, now?”

he rose back to his feet, prompting the puppy to yap again. he took y/n's hand, lightly squeezing it once, eyes on her. she'd almost decided to not say anything, but it was clear enough that he wanted an answer. 

“i just... you know, when you're off racing, it gets quiet, and-”

a ramble was coming on, he could tell. he interrupted her before that could happen, a soft smile present on his features. “i get it.”

not really. he didn't get it the same we she did and he likely never could. to an extent, he understood, but he'd never be the one sitting at home waiting for a loved one to come back from their work adventures. he was always the one on the work adventures. that was a different kind of struggle and he'd never wholly get how she felt when he was gone. 

“but... a puppy?”

a wide smile lit up her face and she knelt down, picking up the puppy. “our daughter.”

“right.”

the pair of them erupted in giggles when the puppy licked charles' face, and his doubts on the situation seemed to wash away right then and there.

“i really hope she's trained, at the least.” he said, sighing in contented exhaustion as he made his way past the hallway, y/n and the now-grounded puppy following.

“oh, yeah, yeah, of course! completely!” a lie. 

“good, because, little puppies can be destructive, and we really don't want tha-”

she didn't have time to catch up with him completely before he spotted it. the pillow.

“what is this?”

[russellsppttemplates]

While in vacation/reunited with Pierre's family, reader gets a bad case of food poison (like Lando in Brazil), feeling ill and not being able to eat or drink for a few days. Pierre takes such good care of her, with the help of Pascale, and the reader gets touched to see how worried the family got about her.

Tw: being ill/stomach bug

Vacation with Pierre's family had been going great until something you had to eat did not settle well with you, anything that you had to eat or drink ending up coming right back up, much like right now, your arms crossed on the toilet while you rested your forehead in your forearms, taking deep breaths in hopes that you wouldn't throw up the tea and Palin toast you had managed to keep down for a few hours, your discomfort increasing when you couldn't do it, "Mon coeur", you heard Pierre's voice before you felt his hand on your back, rubbing softly as you emptied your stomach, "you should be resting, you just finished the season", you tried to say as you grabbed the towell and wiped your mouth, your boyfriend helping you sit up so you could rest your body against his chest, "at this point I might just give up, anything I eat ends up out like that", you muttered as you felt his hands soothing your skin, "you're the one who should be resting too, your body needs some time to heal and get better", he said lovingly before he managed to get both of you up and into bed once you had freshened up.

You had spent all of the morning in bed wirh Pierre, the much needed cuddles taking you out of your slightly miserable state, when you heard a knock on the door of the room from the house you were staying in, making Pierre ask for who it was, "It's me, I have some tea", Pascale said as she entered the room after confirming she could, setting the tray on the bedside table by her son's side of the bed, "how is Y/N feeling?", she asked as she watched you sleep on her youngest's chest, "last night was not easy on her, but she seemed better this morning before she fell asleep", he said before he kissed youe forehead in an attempt to lull you back to sleep after you stirred, "call for me if you need anything, okay? I'm thinking of making some soup too", she smiled before she left the room.

Pascale's soup had made a good difference and you had been able to keep it all down, food actually comforting on your stomach for a change despite being the only thing you dared to eat for the time being. You had moved to the chair on the room by the window that led to the pool area, choosing to stay inside as the sun and heat still bothered your system, "Y/N, Bonjour, are you feeling better?", you heard Jean ask like he did everytime he passed through the window, "Bonjour, yes, I am. Hopefully tomorrow I feel good enough to head outside but for today I'm staying in the shade", you replied.

"The kids made you this", one of Pierre's sisters in law said when you sat down for dinner as she encouraged the kids to sit near you, the 'Get well soon' card signed by everyone in the best of their ability, "Merci, guys, this is very kind of you!", you said as you gave them a quick cuddle, the kids being careful to not squeeze you too much despite wanting to hug their favourite auntie, "thank you, all or you", you looked at the adults, "You've been incredible and even though I ruined some of the vacation, I promise I'll make you a good dinner to compensate", you said, since making food for other people was part of your love language, "when you can eat it though", Jean chuckled as Pascale squeezed your hand as she sat next to you at the table, "No need to thank us, dear, we just want to make you feel better", she admitted as you squeezed her hand back, "Well, that and also make Pierre stop running around like a headless chicken. I think at some point I saw him read a book online about what to do with how sick you were and seeing my brother read a book is quite concerning, I must say", one of his brother's said as Pascale playfully flicked his ear, shaking her head, "That's what happens when you love someone".

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