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itsjustsemantics · 2 years ago

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Love, Javier - chpt: 4

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader/OFC (no y/n, no physical description, established backstory, no clear age gap mentioned)

Content and warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, flirty waitress, casablanca!talk, Vintage diner and banter baby!!

ps- i love diner music :p

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Chapter 4: The Diner

“Stay?” You exclaimed, taking your wide eyes off of the road for a second to give Javier a look of disbelief.

“Of course she wants to stay.” Javier retorted. “Wouldn't you rather end up with Humphery Bogart than the other guy?” He searched his mind for the name, none popped up. Further convincing him that he in fact, was right.

The sun had set and the sky had turned a purplish hue and after a couple shifts and cat naps, what started off as a harmless conversation about Casablanca (courtesy of one of David Letterman’s talk show episodes) had turned into a heated disagreement.

Javier watched you pull into a parking space between two beaten up cars in front of an old, 24 hour diner with a disgruntled huff. Javier exited the car a few seconds prior to you, letting you fix a couple of stray strands of hair in the visor.

The diner was located at a rather run down pit stop, the kind you would usually stay away from, especially at this ungodly hour. But since it was located at one of your silly red crosses, you had to make a stop. Even through the window javier could make out the torn leather seats; the deep cherry red colour not as bright as it should’ve been.

“I wouldn't want to spend the rest of my life, married to a man who runs a bar.” You exited, still riled up, making him tear his gaze away from the spotted window and onto you. “I know that sounds snobbish to you but-” You took a second to slap the car door shut.

“So you’d prefer a passionless marriage.” Javier calmly stated.

“-And I'd be the first lady of czechoslovakia.” You added.

“So you’d leave the man you’ve had the greatest sex of your life with simply because he owns a bar.”

“Yes.” You nodded after a second, bringing in your windbreaker towards your chest, shielding away the chill. “And so would any woman in her right mind. We’re all very practical- even Ingrid Bergman,” You turned towards him knowingly, “Which is why she gets on that plane.” You exhaled. “So there.”

“I get it,” Javier shrugged, thrusting his hands deep into his pockets and elongating his strides.

“You get What?” You retorted, scurrying after him.

“Nothing.” He shook his head, a hint of a smile on his face.

“What?” You droned, for the second time as the both of you reached the entrance to the greasy looking diner. The floor was chequered black and white, a thin layer of grime coating it and a jukebox in the far corner playing ‘Darlene’ by T. Graham Brown, the static getting in the way of most of the music.

“Obviously, you haven’t had great sex yet.” Javier stepped aside dramatically and held the door open for you. He watched you gape at him incredulously for a few seconds before un-creasing his brow and walking in first himself.

Javier had only been in the car with you for around twelve odd hours and he refused to believe that the woman who now stood scanning the shit pile diner for an acceptable booth, represented the wider population of women. Javier knew women. What you were, he had no idea.

You were far too meticulous and high strung to have had good sex. Too uptight. You had every hour of the eighteen hour drive planned out to a T and as he had seen earlier on your date and then more recently at lunch, you could take even the most simple orders and turn it into something complex and barely comprehensible. It was honestly quite shameless.

Even now, the minute you had arrived at the diner you forgot about your disagreement and previewed every single booth before choosing a ‘clean’ one to sit at. Even if you chose the other guy, (who Javier had figured out was Paul Henried) it wouldn't matter, there was no way he would last even a minute dealing with your uptight nonsense, forget Humphery Bogart.

He slumped into the leather seat of the booth, the material squeaking softly as he did so and watched you do the same, of course before inspecting the seat for unknown stains or residue.

“I've had brilliant sex, for your information.” Javier watched you pick up the menu and scan the contents. He leaned forwards in his seat, upper body resting on his forearms folded across the table.

“Tell me then.” he craned his neck over the line of the menu to get your attention. “Who did you have this brilliant sex with?” He watched you slam the menu down against the table and raise your eyebrows.

“I’m not going to tell you that.” you bit back. He leaned back into his seat, his tongue running along the bottom of his mouth while yours curled into an embarrassed frown.

“Fine, don’t tell me.” He swiped the menu from underneath your palms and lazily dragged his eyes across it. The Judds playing raspily in the background filled the silence.

The both of you turned towards an energetic ‘hi!’ and you smiled, ready to place your order. Your smile faltered when you saw the waitress drinking in Javier’s arms. She was very pretty with red lipstick that matched her checked apron and her luscious ebony hair falling down the length of her shoulder in fluffy curls.

“Hey there.” Javier said, bedazzling her with his charming smile. She caught her bottom lip between her straight teeth and changed her position, accentuating her chest.

“What can I get ya.” She smiled. Javier’s eyes left hers for a brief second and saw you rolling yours and busying yourself with another menu while he gave her his order; completely ignoring the events unfolding in front of you.

“I’ll have the number 3, and a black coffee, no sugar.” Javier turned back to the waitress and smiled. She then turned to you, not quite with the same smile. Javier adjusted his jeans and leaned back into his seat, extending his arms over the rim, waiting to hear what lengthy instructions you had in store this time.

And just like at the restaurant where he had first heard it, he couldn't help but be intrigued by the whole thing.

“I’d like the chef's salad please, but with the vinaigrette, not the honey mustard, on the side. And I'll also have your apple pie.”

“Okayy,” The waitress did a quick job of scribbling it down.

“Wait-” You said, putting down the menu and folding your arms across the table. The waitress half turned, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow. “I’d like the pie heated and I don’t want the ice cream on top, I want it on the side and I'd like a berry flavour if you have it, instead of the vanilla; if you don’t then no ice cream at all and whipped cream instead.” Just when the waitress thought you were finished, you started again, much to Javier’s amusement. “But, only if it's real, if it’s out of a can, then nothing.”

“Not even the pie?” The waitress

“No, just the pie, not heated.” You finished, as if she had asked the most stupid question.

“Uh huh.” The waitress ran her tongue against the roof of her mouth. She gave Javier one last longing look as she strutted away, hips and all.

Javier stared at you, trying to look for something he clearly couldn't find. His eyes broke away for a second, stealing a sneaky glance at your waitress behind the counter waving at him.

“What.” you asked and with the way you rolled your eyes, he guessed you got this look a lot at restaurants.

“Nothing, nothing.” He smiled as he leaned back into the leather. “It's just interesting that's all.”

“What’s interesting?” You arrowed your eyes in his direction.

“This is what I meant, in the car.” he leaned forwards suddenly. “This is why you’ve never had good sex.”

“My ordering?” You folded your arms across your chest and pursed your lips.

“Not just the ordering.” He said, “You’re far too meticulous to enjoy sex.”

“Shel Gordon.” You cleared your throat.

“Excuse me?”

“Shel Gordon is the great sex I've had.” You pronounced.

“Shel- Sheldon?” Javier snorted. “You did not have great sex with sheldon.”

“Did too.” You retorted.

“Sheldon is your income tax guy, not your sex guy.” Javier shook his head.

“Your salad.” The waitress slid a plate carelessly onto your side, “And the number 3.” she smiled, lowering the plate onto Javier’s. “Let me know if you need anything else.” The waitress drawled seductively, running her fingers across the table as she made her way to the next table.

“It’s the name,” Javier continued, “it just doesn't work.” He bit into his fries.

“That’s the most ridiculous thing I've heard.” You dug into your salad, looking for the bits of chicken and Javier shrugged taking a large bite out of his sandwich.

He chewed slowly and swallowed before taking a pause and looking towards you again. “Do it to me, sheldon. You’re an animal, sheldon.” He stressed on the name each time.

You paused and looked at him, mouth still full from the chicken you had found. Your eyebrows knit together creating tiny creases between them.

“Ride me big, sheldon.” He completed, clearly making his point. “It just doesn’t work.” He rested his jaw against his fist and leaned, while his other hand lazily swirled some fries in the puddle of ketchup on his plate. Watching you swallow your chicken, and some of your pride.

“You’re unbelievable.” You finally said, not being able to think of anything clever. You dug into your salad with more gusto, fork clattering against the bottom of the plate and mouth intentionally overfull to avoid conversation.

Javier watched you, cheek still resting on his fist. He had thought you were pretty even before meeting you. Javier had recognised you from family pictures Steve had shown him back in Columbia when they were killing time on a stakeout, surprising himself as to how well he remembered them. Those did no justice whatsoever to how you looked in person. One of them was outside what Steve had said was Connie’s parents place, you were in a denim halterneck, mini dress; all legs. Right in front of the large grill that was being tended to by Steve’s dad alongside Connie, Steve and another man. Javier’s thoughts drifted for a second. Sheldon perhaps.

Although a complete pain in his ass, Javier couldn’t ignore the fact that you were nothing short of incredibly attractive; He was a man after all. He knew the minute he saw you on the curb, those fucking shorts securing against your thighs were going torture him the entire drive.

“I really don't get it,” Javier said, “I’m not trying to come onto you. Rest assured. You’re-” He gestured to the top half of you, your mouth still bulging with food. “-An empirically attractive person. Despite your…quirky traits.” He paused to take a bite of his sandwich. “I don't get why you have to make life so difficult for yourself? Good sex should come easy to you.”

You stopped chewing altogether and Javier wondered if you were aware of the fact.

“Is good sex all you think about?” The question came after you had finished swallowing. The jukebox now played ‘our love is here to stay’ , the one by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong.

“You forget whiskey.” Javier brought the cup of coffee to his lips. “I thought Connie told you.” He raised his eyebrows teasing, and took a sip, sucking the coffee that had dripped down onto his thumb with a smooch.

After splitting the bill, the both of you flopped into the car, Javier taking the driver’s seat this time. He pushed open the console and stuck a cigarette between his lips, making a quick job of lighting it.

“Have you thought about what would have happened if Ilsa and Rick never actually slept together?” You fastened your seatbelt and Javier checked the rearview mirror. “Do you think they could’ve just been good friends?”

“No.” His answer was plain and simple.

“Why not?” You discarded your shoes and brought your feet up onto the seat, checking the map on the visor and then your watch.

“Men and women can never be friends.” he stated coolly as he reversed the car, eyes still focused on the mirror.

“That’s quite the claim.” You laughed. “Dare I ask why?”

He shrugged, switching the gears, “The sex always gets in the way.”

“That’s not true” You scoffed, shaking your head “I have a number of male friends and there is no sex involved.”

Javier shook his head. “No you don’t.” The words tumbled out of his mouth, each followed by a small cloud of smoke.

“Yes I do.” He shook his head again, as if his theory wasn’t up for debate which caused you to frantically turn to him nodding. “Yes I do!”

“You only think you do.”

You laughed incredulously. “So you’re saying I'm sleeping with these men without my knowledge?”

“No, what I'm saying is they all want to have sex with you.”

“How do you know?” You creased your eyebrows.

“Chica, we’ve been over this, I know how-”

“Men operate.” You mocked, rolling your eyes.

“Yes, exactly. A man cannot be friends with a woman he finds attractive.”

You laughed, “Ha! So you’re saying a man can be friends with a woman he doesn’t find attractive then.” Javier shook his head, for the third time.

“No, they pretty much want to sleep with them too.” You turned to him, appalled.

“I find it rather amusing that you think every man is cad.” You slapped your hands against the tops of your thighs. “You’d be surprised to find that, some of them actually do care about platonic relations with the opposite sex.”

“I know you think Colin or your male ‘friends’ are above it all,” His tone made quotes over ‘friends’ “but trust me, they’ve all thought about having sex with you at some point or the other and sooner or later they’re going to articulate it.” Javier could tell his words had sunk in a little bit more, with your prolonged silence.

“What if I don’t want to have sex with them?” You raised an eyebrow curiously.

“Doesn’t matter.” He shrugged. “The sex thing is already out there and hence the friendship has already gone to dog shit, end of story. Men and women can't be friends.” A truck honked beside you causing you to jump in your seat.

“So you don’t have any female friends?” You asked, tone bordering on pity, remnants of disbelief still hung on your words.

“Nope.” Javier said, smacking his lips on the ‘p’

“Let me guess, it got in the way.” You teased.

“Yes.” He turned to you. “It got in the way.”

“I’m still not convinced by the fact that you think all men are as perverse as you are.” You wrinkled your nose and Javier grinned.

“I don't think, chica, I know.”

You muttered something under your breath softly and Javier turned back to the road. You reached over and flicked the radio on to a random station and ‘everybody wants to rule the world’ came on. You smiled to yourself and leaned against the window on your side, your feet tapping softly to the beat.

The rest of the ride flew by with you asleep and Javier covering some of your last shifts entertained by your soft snoring and the monotonous chatter of a news broadcasting on the radio. By the time you reached your friend Amanda’s neighbourhood the sun was just peeking out from behind the clouds. Javier had made good time, despite your prior estimates.

“Thanks for the ride.” You yawned, dragging the last of your suitcases onto the curb in front of Amanda’s building. “It was…enlightening.” You said, your hands finding your hips to rest on.

“It was.” Javier said, bordering on a yawn- courtesy of the extra hours he had to drive. He dropped your bag next to your small suitcase. You muttered a small sorry in response which he waved off, covering the yawn with his knuckles.

“Have a safe drive.” You said, finally as he made his way back to the driver’s seat, almost begrudgingly, his legs stiff from the last couple of hours.

“I’ll see you then.” he chopped the air in a small wave with his car keys and ducked into the vehicle.

You watched his car slowly merge with the other ones on the road, “See you.”

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A/N: heya, sorry for missing yesterday's update. Although I have an exam tomorrow, I was too excited about this chapter and had to post an update. (all those taking your as/a level examinations I feel you T-T)

Speaking of missing updates, I'm travelling 9th and 10th, so I'll only post when I reach or a few days after. Do stick around, I assure you, I'm not going ANYWHERE. As usual, don't forget to leave a note and check out the other chapters :)) They're on my profile <3

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the-fiction-witch · 1 year ago

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Blood Pumping P2

Media Nowhere Boy

Character Paul

Couple Paul X Reader

Rating Flirty AF

Requested

I didn't know which was worse my fear or my excitement, it was like having two over excited puppies in my mind jumping over each other attempting to be seen. The door opened and immediately I gulped her shoes gone, her little white socks pulled high, her skirt tugged up high, her button down shirt unbuttoned enough to reveal the start of her cream bra, her tie long gone, her hair let loose from the usual braids and ponytails allowed to hang naturally with only her alice band to push it back.

"Oh hi Paul"

For a moment no words arrived at my mouth honestly I was doing my best not to loose my balance as I felt like I could have fainted as my heart was beating out my chest, my blood pumping around me every drop of blood flooding to my stiff erection ".........uhhhh hi y/n" I blushed

"Don't you look handsome"

"Uuuuuuuughhhhhhhh thank you, you uhhhh you umm" I stuttered "You look beautiful"

"You're cute. Come on we can sit up in my room" she smiled grabbing my hand and dragging me inside with her

She lead me into her bedroom which was actually in the loft having to climb a steep stairwell to get up there but it wa sa very large room with anything a teenage girl could want a huge double bed, desk, a huge record collection that rivaled my own and John's out together next to a pretty high end player, and her own one suite. Everything in it was impressive and clearly expensive many of the perfume, make up and such I recognized from magazines and such I didn't know what her family did but clearly they had money.

"Whoa this uhh this is nice" I told her as she jumped on her bed hugging a stuffed bear I had to avert my eyes given I now stood over her bed and could pretty much see up her skirt and honestly seeing her in this half undone school uniform in her bed hugging her teddy bear was… unlocking things in my mind it really shouldn't have been, uuummmm believe me babydoll I wanna jump in that bed with you

"Thanks, took a lot of work" she says

"I can imagine, so uhh algebra?" I asked putting my stuff down trying not to look at her

"Ehh do we have to? I've just done so much work at school" she whined rolling on her bed a little

"Well we uhh we can chill out for a little better it that would help?" I suggested

"Awww your so sweet" she smiled getting up and stroking across my shoulders as she past me "none of my other tutors let us do that" she smiled giving my cheek a kiss

"Well I uhh I uh I'm not like other tutors"

"I can see that" she smiled flicking through her records finally picking one and adding it to the player setting some music on and I recognized the song

"Hu… you uhh you like this?"

"Ummm very much"

"I uhh I do too, I don't have it myself but John plays it alot. How'd you get it? I thought it hadn't been released over here yet?"

"I have my ways" she smiled

"Do uhh you mind me asking what your parents do?"

"My mum works in the seamstress shop in town turning hems and such" she explained moving around her room doing various things "you can sit on the bed Paul it's okay" she smiled

So I did take a seat there even if I had to force some darker thoughts away "and your dad?"

"He runs the record shop on East gate"

"Really! That explains the collection I'm guessing"

"He likes to give me promos to listen too, he says he uses me for customer resource"

"How do?"

"He gives me all the promos the shop gets and I tell him what to order and what not to order track the trends he says"

"I uhh I go there all the time"

"Umm he tells me"

"He does?"

"He likes to keep me posted on…cute boys who sniff around the right musical sections" she Cooes

"That uhh that's how you knew my name?"

"No, I found that out after a nice evening in the dance hall." She explained

"The dancehall? So you uhh you uhhh"

"Yes Paul I've seen you play" she giggled coming and sitting in the bed with me "you boys are really good, but your my favorite"

"Thanks, that's really sweet of you. I'll have to get you backstage some day"

"That would be nice, so long as you promise to keep me safe"

"Of course I would,"

"You'll have to let me know the first time you boys record some stuff I'll have to had it to my collection, I'd pay of course"

"Absolutely, but I couldn't charge you y/n"

"That's sweet Paul, but really it's no trouble I'd love to not fair to get stuff for free" she says and a wicked smile went across her face she stroked across my hand and I glanced down nervously but excited and when I glanced back up to her she captured my lips in an intense hot kiss I happily kissed back feeling my blood pumping around my body in excitement as we kissed till she pulled away and kissed my nose "that can be a little deposit"

"Uuuuuuuhhh yeah uhh okay" I nodded trying desperately to think straight

"That okay or do you need some more?" She asks wrapping her arms around my shoulders

"Uhh more. Yeah more.. please"

"Your so cute, it's fine Paul you can kiss and cuddle as much as you like even a little more of you… did my algebra for me?"

"Deal!" I told her happily pulling her back for another kiss

#tbs smut #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagines #tbs imagine #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster #tbs #thomas brodie sangster imagine #paul smut #paul #nowhereboy #nowhere boy

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newhavenrp · 2 years ago

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Is that NOAH CENTINEO? No, that's BENJAMIN "BENJI" HOBBS. The 27 year old BLOOD MOON WERETIGER OMEGA DUAL NATURED MALE is a COOK & CO-OWNER OF THE RIGHT SPOT. If you ask their friends, they're known to be PLAYFUL & FLIRTY, but they urge you to be cautious, because they're also known to be RECKLESS & FLIPPANT. Their friends also say that they're into KNOTTING, BREEDING, & SEMI/PUBLIC SEX but don't even think about trying GORE, WATERSPORTS OR SCAT with them.

Born outside of New Haven, Benji had never known true peace. Born from a witch and a weretiger, his family has been subject of severe ridicule. When it wasn't because of his mixed family, it was due to him having two dads. When it wasn't the awkward stares and glances, it was fowl words and bricks being thrown through their windows. And so they moved and moved and moved. Benji has always felt unwelcomed wherever he went, this became especially true after his parents' death. They were killed by a group of drunkards. It started as the usual harassment that went too far. In an attempt to defend themselves, one of Benji's father shifted into his beastly form.

Unfortunately, they had been carrying silver. Since then, Benji had been on his own, hitching a ride wherever he went. He managed to be taken in as a cook. It managed to be something he took to quite well. If he fed others, he'd manage to feed himself. There seemed to be an odd peace in being useful. It didn't really matter from then on if he got run out of the joint the next day, Benji would have be to survive with his cooking. From town to town to town, Benji traveled throughout the country using only what he developed from every truck stop dinner and middle of nowhere stackhouse.

Though, as time went on, he found leaving these places started to lessen in recurrence and the thought of remaining in one of these places for too long triggered Benji's instinct of flight once more. Luckily for the weretiger, he wouldn't have to travel alone. He had met Matthew during a summer at a Mex-Tex place. The AC was broken and while Benji would normally complain about the heat, getting to seat the shirtless witch was more than enough compensation. Benji would become distracted throughout service.

The staring gave way to the ease dropping, listening in on Matthew's conversations about his travels with his friends. The sights they've seen, the people they've met, the people they've screwed. Benji wasn't surprised at the direction of the group's turn in conversation, unexpected details in conversations comes with eavesdropping. Apparently Benji make for a bad spy, seeing as he was found out by Matthew just a couple seconds after. He managed to speak with the witch later that night, offering what he had been saving up to travel along with Matthew and his friends. Benji himself wasn't particularly optimistic about his chances, having been the one to see exactly how cramped they all were in the witch's van.

However, a bit of luck seemed to gather in the moment as a few of Matthew's traveling friends had decided on this stop to be their last, offering the space in the van to Benji. From then on, Benji was finally truly free. He would travel the road with Matthew and the ever changing crew in the van. While traveling, Benji met many different people. He met Peters, Pauls, and Georges, though he was always a Ringo or Brian short of traveling with the Beatles. Whenever it was time for one of their trope members to leave, it was a bittersweet occasion. Benji would ask them why this place. They would always answer with something vague like, "Something about this place wants me here." A difficult feeling to understand for Benji until they came across New Haven.

It was here Benji found himself thinking he could build a new life here with other supernatural creatures just like him. It wasn't perfect, but it beats the years of running he had done before. With the help of his good friend Matthew, they would open up a sex toy shop. Benji was just happy the town had accepted their initial paperwork, otherwise the only alternative Benji would be able to come up would be "Hard Times". Just as any goal takes hard work to achieve, so would operating the Right Spot, allowing Benji to occasionally work as a cook for different businesses across New Haven.

#character status: taken #character name: benjamin hobbs #second gender: omega #species: werecreature #species: weretiger

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prettywhenibleed · 2 years ago

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𝕶𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕱𝖔𝖗 𝖄𝖔𝖚 (Kill For You)

Pt 3

Fem!Reader x Paul

TW: Mentions of abuse, some kissy kissy but nothing NSFW

Paul and I walked in comfortable silence as we made our way to the others. He had assured me that they weren't that far away, so we got to them pretty quickly. I was immediately greeted by Marko pulling me into a hug, lifting me up off of the ground for a moment, before placing me back onto my feet. "Hey y/n!" He said with a wide grin. Clearly pretty happy to see me. "Hey back at you Marko." I gave him a look of surprise. "You're pretty strong, you know that." I pointed out. I mean... I wasn't particularly heavy, but Marko was a good few inches shorter than me. I don’t know. I just wasn't expecting that I guess. Marko shared a look with the others, like my words had some sort of hidden meaning to them that I wasn't aware of, and they found it hilarious. "Yeah. I guess you could say that babe." He said in a nonchalant kind of way and started to, no so subtly, flex. It was pretty funny to see him to those bodybuilder flexing poses. After a minute or so of this, Paul decided to butt in and I guess show off his muscles too? "Nah my muscles are way bigger than his sugar!! I’m way stronger too! Check it out!" Paul announced and proceeded to pose like Marko was. They both had me dying from laughter. Tears in eyes, stomach hurting kind of laughter. "Okay okay! Please, stop.. I'm in pain." I begged through my laughter and tears while still holding my sides. Marko and Paul just laughed and grinned at each other.

Paul grabbed me, wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. "Want me to kiss it better?" He asked with a smirk and a wink, referring to my stomach. I just rolled my eyes and lightly slapped his chest with a small laugh. Looking up at him with a smile. God, his eyes are so beautiful. HE is so beautiful. The way he was looking at me right now. The sweet, flirty smile. His eyes, that looked like they held so much love right now. We just stood there, staring at and holding each other. It's like we were trapped like that. The boardwalk and everything, everyone on it, just melting away. Slowly, our faces started to move closer and closer to each other, closing the gap between our wanting lips. It's like we both felt this pull to each other that we couldn't resist. As soon as his lips met mine it was like nothing else in the world mattered. Paul's lips were cold and soft. The kiss was slow and sweet but it was also passionate and needy. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my hands found their way into his messy blonde hair. Paul using this to pull me even closer into him, one of his hands traveling down to eventually find it's place on my hip. "Get a damn room you two!" Marko cackled, making fake gagging sounds, pulling Paul and I out of our little daze and back into reality. We pulled away slightly, I slid my hands down to rest on his chest as we rested our foreheads together. Paul let out a chuckle. "Shut up Marko. You're just mad you don't have a babe of your own to make out with." He teased his brother, still looking into my eyes. "Alright, both of you idiots shut up." David interjected, rolling his eyes. Dwayne was just looking between the group with an amused look on his face. Paul pulled away and grabbed my hand. "Come on sugar, lets go ride the roller-coaster then play some games. I wanna win you something." He suggested, already starting to pull me along with him. "Okay, sounds like fun." I said with a smile. "See you guys later." I told the others with a wave. I heard Marko shout before we got too far away. “He sucks at winning those games y/n!”

Paul and I walked hand in hand to the roller-coaster. As we got in line, he moved to stand behind me, wrapping his arms around me and rested his chin on my head. I leaned into him, enjoying the closeness. "You excited y/n?" He asked, giving my waist a quick squeeze. I bit my lip nervously. I have never been on a roller-coaster before... Any ride really. So I was pretty nervous to go on it. "I've uhh. I’ve never actually been on a roller-coaster before." I confessed in a shy and slightly embarrassed voice. Paul moved his head from it's place on top of mine, and looked at me. An obvious shocked expression took over his face but was quickly replaced by teasing grin. "You afraid of heights or something y/n?" He teased. I laughed and shook my head. "No. I just never went on one. Never really had friends to go anywhere with and well, going anywhere with my parents is totally out of the question." I informed him. Paul shrugged and gave me a kiss on the cheek before his head returned to it's place on top of mine. "Good to know I'll be your first then sugar." I snorted at the double meaning of his words. "Funny." I told him as I heard him laugh to himself. "I didn't say anything." He said, acting innocent. Before long, we had made it to the front of the line and were getting onto the ride. As we were being secured into our seats, I grabbed Pauls hand. He brought my hand to his lips, giving it a quick kiss before bringing it back down. "Don't worry babe, I got you." He said, trying to calm my racing heart. Paul thought it was adorable they way you grabbed his hand for comfort. It made him feel good knowing that he could be the one that you turn to for comfort when you needed it. Even if it was just because you were nervous about riding a rollercoaster.

To say I screamed my head off, first out of fear but then fun, would be an understatement. By the time the coaster had come to a stop and we were getting off, Paul was laughing his head off. "Hey! Don't laugh you ass." I said through the smile that was plastered on my face. "I'm sorry sugar pie. It's just, you're face and the way you were screaming. I can't help it. "He said, his own smile plastered on his face. "You had fun though, right babe?" He asked, wrapping his arm around my waist. I leaned into his side and nodded. "Yeah, I had a lot of fun." I said looking up at him. God. The smile you had on your face and the way you were looking at him, was almost enough to make Paul's heart start beating again. Suddenly, he felt nervous, worried. No, he was terrified. He would, at some point, have to tell you about him. About the others and what they were. He was terrified that, once you found out, you would run away screaming. If that happened, Paul's heart would be absolutely shattered. He shuddered at the thought of losing you. "Hey. You okay Paul? You went kinda silent on me there." You asked him worriedly. "Yeah, I'm good. Just wondering what game to play. Gotta win you that prize, remember." He said with a smile, pulling you closer to him. You looked at him for a moment. You could tell that there was something actually bothering him, but you didn't want to force him to talk about something that he didn't want to. So, you just returned his smile and suggested a game to him.

You two walked back to the group, you with your prize Paul had won you in hand and a big grin on your face. It was a cute lion plushie that reminded you of Paul, with it's messy mane of hair. "I thought you sucked at those games." David said with a smirk as soon as he saw the toy I was holding. "Shut up man. I don't suck." Paul said trying to defend himself. Truthfully, it had actually taken Paul quite a few go's to win it. I tried to help Paul out by lying and telling David and the others that Paul had won it on his first try. "I'll have you know, Paul won it first go." I said, before turning my head to look at Paul with a grin. He grinned back and turned back to David. "See! I rock, you suck!" Marko snorted and Dwayne laughed along too. David just rolled his eyes before pulling a cigarette from behind his ear and lit it. We all just hung out around the bikes for a couple more hours before I decided that I should probably go home. I didn't want a repeat of what happened earlier today. I turned to Paul, who was talking to Marko about something. "Uh Paul.. Do you think you could take me home? It's getting late and my parents will be upset if I'm out too much longer." I asked. "Aw but it's not even midnight babe!" Paul whined. I laughed at Paul and pet his head as he grabbed me, burying his face into the crook of my neck. "It's okay Paul. I'll see you tomorrow." I reassured him. "You're such a baby, dude." Marko teased Paul. "AM NOT!" Paul retorted. His voice muffled in my neck. "You literally sound like a child right now, Paul." Dwayne told him with a chuckle. I just laughed at that.. I mean, he's not wrong. It's not the most adult way to respond to being called a baby. "Hey! You're supposed to be on my side babe." Paul said, offended that I would laugh at him being called a baby. "I'm sorry Paul, it's just.. That's exactly how a baby would respond." I teased him. I guess that was a bad idea, because I was promptly swept off of my feet and thrown over Paul's shoulder as he walked off with me... "Paul! Put me down!" I shout through laughter. "Not until you say you're sorry!" He demanded, laughing at me trying to squirm out of his arms. "Okay, okay! I'm sorry!" I conceded. He puts me back down and grins at me.

Eventually, I get him to take me home. He parks a few houses down from mine, much like he did last night. We get off of his bike and he wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a hug, which I immediately accept, resting my head on his chest. We stay like that for a few minutes before pulling away. "Gonna miss me sugar?" Paul asks with a teasing smirk. I brought my arms up and wrapped them around his neck. “Maybe.” I say before pulling him in for a kiss. Our lips met, and again, the world melts away. Paul's hands find their way to my hips and he gives them a gentle squeeze. He starts to trail the kisses from my mouth, along my jaw and down to my neck. It felt so good I didn't want to stop him, but unfortunately I had to. "Paul. As much as I'm enjoying this, We have to stop." I told him in a whisper, my eyes still closed and my fingers tangled in his hair. I felt him smile against my skin before he slowly pulled away. "We could always take this up to your room sugar." He suggested in a flirty tone. Seeing the way he was looking at me right now, made me shiver in the best way possible. I wanted, more than anything, to bring him up to my room. Let him make me feel things I've never felt before, positive that he could and would. The feeling of his hands roaming my body, touching parts of me that nobody had ever touched before. But I couldn't. my parents would probably kill him, and then kill me. Sadly, I'm not exaggerating. I laid my hand on Paul's chest and smiled up at him. "Sorry Romeo, no can do. My parents are home and if they catch me with a boy in my room... Well, it wont be pretty." I told him. "All good sugar pie. There's always next time." He said with a smile and a wink, mounting his bike. I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him. He handed me my plushie take he had somehow managed to stuff into one of his pockets in his coat. “Thanks.” I said as I took it from him with a giggle. "Goodnight Paul." I said as I looked back up to him from the toy and used it’s little arm to wave to Paul. He laughed and imitated the wave. "Night y/n. I'll pick you up tomorrow night, okay. Same time." He informed me. I just nodded in response and turned around and started making my way back to my house. I heard Paul's bike start up and drive away. I turned my head just in time to see bike disappear down the street.

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terastalungrad · 1 year ago

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BB20: Sunday 22 October

I'm done sulking about the second eviction. Let's watch more Big Brother.

Matty's eviction night outfit is so wonderful.

Jordan's surprised by the "get Kerry out" chant. Only Olivia heard "get Olivia out" (though I have no doubt she's right).

Jordan reckons he should be wary of Kerry. If they public don't like her, he suspects he's missed something.

I bet he expected the chanting to be about Hallie or Olivia - they were the focus of drama in the house this week. Kerry's been under the radar.

Real antagonism between Trish and Dylan. Step by step:

Dylan starts cooking for the whole house - measuring a portion of chicken per person.

Trish starts cooking a sausage sandwich for herself.

Dylan is surprised by this, and comments on him. If she's going to eat now, he won't make her any chicken in that case.

Trish becomes defensive and annoyed. She doesn't like receiving commentary on her behaviour.

(Trish regularly cooks expensive food for herself whenever she feels like it - this has been an occasional issue in the house.)

Dylan is annoyed by Trish's bad mood. He's sad that he's lost a friend to eviction, and feels like he has more of a right to be annoyed.

Trish is annoyed by this too - she was also friends with Zak!

Dylan claims he's just trying to maintain the normal banter they have.

Trish didn't take this as banter.

Now. At the start of this argument, I'm on Dylan's side. But by the end, he raises his voice and talks over Trish. He may have had a point at the start, but he didn't manage his anger well.

Jenkin and Tom speculate about the anti-Kerry chanting. Tom reckons Kerry exaggerates her reactions because she's a Big Brother superfan. He also thinks she's too protective of Hallie.

I doubt these things matter much. Kerry's relationship with Hallie is my favourite thing about her. Kerry's exaggerated reactions can sometimes cross over from funny to annoying, but I suspect it's her negativity in tasks that's got people's goats.

Dylan apologises nicely to Trish. They hug, all friends again.

Matty jokingly tells Jordan he's the "Paul to my Olivia", a fun reference to the two flirty relationships in the house.

A superstition has formed around the screen that displays the 16 housemates - that they will be evicted from the bottom row up. Zak and Farida were both in the bottom row. This means the winner will be in the top row - a row that includes Jordan and Yinrun, so this is plausible.

Yinrun and Matty bond - both lost a grandfather who'd develop Parkinson's. This friendship is important to me.

I think Henry had definitely decided he'd be going. He's not entirely emotionally prepared to have stayed.

The queer men of the house explain cottaging to Tom.

"Oh, like dogging in a lavatory?" says Tom. "Mint."

Interesting task. Big Brother provides a tea party for a house meeting, to discuss issues in the house.

Certain issues - chores, food, and maybe gossiping - have formed cracks in the house. Enforcing a house meeting actually seems very useful. I wonder if this is a conscious attempt to keep the house a relatively happy space?

Kerry suggests giving everyone in the house £5 each from the budget to spend on themselves - that way, people can have a bar of chocolate to keep in their own bedroom drawer. Trish shoots this down. Too complicated.

Trish also states that they should not be doing any food monitoring. Everyone has a different relationship to food.

On the one hand, she's spot-on here - at least one housemate has suggested a history of disordered eating. But also, Trish cooks a lot of meat just for herself, which doesn't seem especially social. But nobody calls her on this.

There are three items on the agenda, chosen by Trish. After food, it's True Authentic Selves.

Jordan takes the time to express that he doesn't smile, so when people tell him to smile, they're asking him to be inauthentic. The group takes this in good humour.

Cute moment in the tea party where Hallie and Henry enjoy drinking their tea with a little finger extended - a bit of private silliness they do without verbal communication.

Third topic: consideration. At bedtime, Trish wants no silly running around.

Paul feels attacked by this, because he likes a bit of silly running around at bedtime. He's happy to change his behaviour if asked politely, but doesn't enjoy someone laying down the law like this.

Hallie raises toilet etiquette - why are people not flushing the toilet? Olivia concurs. She didn't mind cleaning the toilet, but, "The poo touching my hand was a harrowing experience."

Later, Tom, Chanelle and Jenkin complain about others hogging food and booze.

Jenkin: I've said it from day one, I'm starving in a house full of food. I am wasting away. It's getting beyond a joke, I can nearly see my willy like.

Yinrun gets in the hot tub - her first time ever in a jacuzzi!

Jordan and Trish discuss the groups into which the house is split. They reckon Noky and Dylan float between these groups.

Although the correct choice was to evict Henry rather than Zak, I can't pretend it isn't fun forcing Henry to live in a house watching his crush fall for another man.

Earlier, Noky teared up while discussing Zak. This seems to have surprised the house as much as it surprised me.

Jordan doubts her sincerity. He reckons this was a performance, using the skills she developed to win Miss Universe 2022.

Matty's picked up on the complexity of Jordan's emotions. He tells Jordan that the option is always there for a serious conversation.

#bbuk

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y0ur-val3ntine · 10 months ago

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waving . 💙 , 💜 , and i cant see what the emoji for it is but the 'do they act different once they realize they're falling?' one for scout !!

HAIIIIIIII ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )!!!

🩵 do they both act different once they realize they’re falling for the other? maybe stuttering or fidgeting or daydreaming more often?

Vale didn't act much differently after realizing their feelings for Scout. They were the first one to fall for him tho. Maybe a bit more awkward approaches but still kept their flirty personality, increasing the jokes and flirts when the right time came.

Scout, on the other hand, became WAY more awkward, he started to limit some of his interactions with Vale, not joking anymore and keeping up some sort of "work formality" in his own words (most of his jokes and snarky comments came out in the heat of the battle, but outside of that nothing more than a friendly pat on the back and a "good job.... buddy"). His daydreams going from Miss Pauling to Vale made him confused at first, but after a while, he got used to it and started to do it even between matches<3

💙 do they pine and yearn for each other quietly, or can they not stop talking about the other to their friends/family?

Vale keeps their feelings quiet most of the time, not trusting Soldier enough with them. Only Engie, Pyro and Demo have had the chance to hear Vale talk about how Scout loves Pauling so much and how they're a fool for being in love with him (Pyro in a playdate in their room, Demo one night out at a bar and Engie one time they were helping him out (Vale Pybro))

The moment Vale left the room, it was time for Scout to talk, everyone (except Soldier) heard him talk and ramble about them at least one time. Either also whining about Vale liking Pauling more than him or just the fact that he questions his sexuality with the way Vale presents themselves, most of the deep and emotional stuff being kept to more close people (Engie and Medic (after some anesthesia post surgery) and later Heavy (Medic it's a gossipy bitch))

💜 how do they confess? is it a grand gesture or in a more mundane moment?

A mundane moment!!

It was after a fight, both coming back all dirty and tired. Vale proposed to hang out to drink some sodas on the roof of the base, and in the middle of the stargaze and the jokes, an "I love you" slips from Vale, wich then goes to Scout. They left the roof and after they both calmed down, talked it out on Scout's room<3

(Hope it's not wrong to say, but like- they were fuck buddies sooo some "I love you"s were said from time to time, but both of them only heard it as some empty declaration, they were both yearning for each other but were too dumb to say anything)

#asks #vale-ntimes #❤️sc0ut!!⚾️#self ship #self shipping #self ship ask game #⚾ Rapidin3s❤️‍🔥#tf2 #tf2 self ship

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shandidellamorte · 6 years ago

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~KISS AU writings 3~

Hope you all enjoy a cute, flustered Foxy!

~Shandi

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~COFFEE SHOP AU Part 2~

Featured Pairing: Ace Frehley/Eric Carr

Special Guest: Paul Stanley

Summary: Eric goes to Ace’s first performance..and meets his beautiful stage partner. Misunderstandings ensue~ (told from Eric’s POV)

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I get a call from Ace while I’m cleaning up the shop.

His excitement is so cute that I can’t help but smile. “I’m gettin’ up on stage tonight, Curly!” I can practically hear him jumping up and down. “You’ll come won’tcha? If I see you in the audience maybe I won’t choke!” I laugh. “Of course I will! Give me about an hour? I’m almost done cleaning up then I have to go back to my place to change. I’ll make sure I sit up front~” I blushed as I hear Ace kissing the receiver. “Thanks a lot, babe~ Gotta go! I’ll seeya at 9!” I hang up and sigh. I’m definitely not as nervous as he is right now but I’m pretty close. Why am I sitting down?! I have to finish up here so I can go home and get ready! Once I get home I take a quick shower and go through my dresser. The club Ace is playing at is a lounge as well so..somewhat fancy dress is required. I take out one of my trusty black button up shirts, pull on some black jeans and finish off with an orange vest. I’ve always loved the way orange and black look on me. They just seem to be my colors~ I look at my watch. 8:25. Thankfully I’ve got enough time to get there.

My stomach sinks once I see the club entrance. There is a line wrapped around the block. Great. I’ll never get inside in time! I go up to ask the guys at the door what the wait is like and one of them looks at me as if he knows me from somewhere. I look back at him confused. I would remember if somebody as big as him came into my shop. “Your name Eric?” he asks gruffly, startling me. “Um..yes..?” He places a huge hand on my back and guides me through the doors. “Ace said he’s expectin’ you so c’mon. Show’s startin’ soon.” I can’t believe my luck! Ace just starting working here and he’s already charming the staff. I shouldn’t be surprised. The guy could charm a rock~

I find a seat near the stage and settle in. The lights started to dim as soon as I sit down. Looks like I got in just under the wire! A purple spotlight swept the stage then settled on the microphone stand. I see someone walk out but..that doesn’t look like Ace. Once he comes into the light the audience is dazzled by his appearance..and I don’t blame them. He’s perfect..with long, thick curly hair that went slightly past his shoulders, elegantly curved eyebrows and..dare I say it..the prettiest fullest lips I’ve ever seen on a man. Is he..wearing lipstick? I can’t really tell because of the color of the light but if he is it suits him. He’s wearing a rhinestone studded collar, a black and silver sequined vest and suit jacket with tails, its sleeves and lapels also covered in rhinestones. There are rhinestone decorated stars lining his pants and a white lace garter around his left thigh, all leading down to black platform heeled boots decorated with silver chains. Even in the dim light he’s glittering. He’s only come out and everyone is already applauding. That’s…some stage presence..

The singer smiles and blows kisses to the audience. “Thank you, all you wonderful people~” he says, taking the microphone from its stand. “It means so much that you all came out to see me tonight..as well as the newest member of my band~ Let’s welcome our new lead guitarist, Ace Frehley!!” I clap as loudly as I can when Ace comes out, waving to the crowd with a big grin on his face. He sees me and winks at me, mouthing ‘thanks, Curly’ before picking up his guitar. I think he’s going to be okay~ The band starts to play a soft melody as the singer holds the microphone close. They all sound as if they’d been playing together for years.

Though I know that you are sleepin’..girl, there’s somethin’ I must say Though the road may wind my love will find the way Many the miles have come between us..and the days, they come and go Still with all we feel it never really shows

Hold me, touch me, and think of me when we’re apart Hold me, baby won’t you touch me And think of me here in the night And you know it’ll be alright

I don’t have words to describe how amazing they are. And what a voice that singer has! Clearly it was made to sing ballads. He sways to the melody with his eyes closed, and I can see various people in the audience swaying right along with him. There are even some women crying!

Though the time apart seems endless all my thoughts remain with you I believe one day we’ll make our dreams come true

Our goodbyes go on forever..and with all that we may say Till tomorrow comes we’ll dream of yesterday

Hold me, baby won’t you touch me, and think of me when we’re apart Hold me, baby won’t you touch me And think of me here in the night And you know it’ll be alright

I didn’t expect the bridge to be so late but it worked perfectly for this song. A blue spotlight fell onto Ace as he stepped forward beside the singer. The way he played that guitar..it just made my heart absolutely melt. He’s poetry in motion..a work of art. I can’t help but cry myself. When the song ended we all stood up to applaud and cheer. A standing ovation. After a performance like that it was well deserved. The lights brighten again as the band gathers at the front of the stage and take their bows. The singer goes to Ace and presents him to the crowd. “Isn’t he wonderful?! Ace Frehley, everyone!!” My heart just about sinks down into the pit of my stomach when he gives Ace a big, long kiss. Right on his lips. In front of everyone.

Ace asked me to wait backstage for him. I don’t know why I still decide to do it after what I saw. I’m nervous about even facing him..but I want an explanation! I hear voices..then I see Ace turn the corner with that singer practically glued to his side, just laughing and joking away. Are you kidding me? I’m upset. I’m angry. I just want to turn away and leave..but Ace has already seen me. “Hey Curly!” he shouts, waving at me. I wave half heartedly in return. The need to not be here is pretty overwhelming right now. Ace comes closer in an attempt to kiss me but I turn my head and his lips kiss my cheek instead. The singer sees the look on my face and quirks an eyebrow. “Is this the guy you told me about Acey~?” he asks.

Acey? They’re already using cute nicknames?

“Yeah!” Ace says, ruffling my hair. “This’s Eric but I like to call ‘im Curly. You can see why~ Curly, this’s is the club’s number one songbird Paul Stanley~ Ain’t he beautiful~?” I resist the urge to roll my eyes. “Yes..I..enjoyed your performance. That song was lovely.” Paul beamed. “Why thank you..how kind of you to say~ I wrote it myself~” Ace let out a cackling laugh and smacked Paul on the shoulder. “The king of modesty aren’tcha Paulie~?”

PAULIE?

My eyes are darting around looking for the closest exit so I can make a quick getaway. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. They’re bantering back and forth, pretty much forgetting I exist. Ace is laughing. Paul can’t keep his damn hands to himself. That’s the last straw.

“I have to go..” And I bolt, not even caring if they heard me or not.

To Be Continued!!

#Shandi's drabbles #KISS AU writings #Ace x Eric C #Paul's too flirty for his own good #Eric is intimidated #Ace is oblivious #song lyric heavy!#Barrista Fox~

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1shirt2shirtredshirtdeadshirt · 3 years ago

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Early Jim Kirk: Why So Serious?

To the people who said that Paul Wesley's Captain Kirk was "too serious" or that it "wasn't our Jim Kirk":

Let's have a kiki, shall we? :)

A lot of folks seem to forget who Jim used to be before meeting him in TOS.

In an interview, Paul Wesley discussed how different Jim's early character and life was from TOS Kirk. Wesley's study of Jim and his early characterisation was in fact based on TOS descriptions and relevant lore surrounding it. I was not at all phased by the Jim we saw, as early Jim is described as quite a departure from our flirty, confident TOS Jim. Wesley did his homework.

From the chat that Kirk has with Gary Mitchell in TOS (Where No Man Has Gone Before 01x03) and Bones in Shore Leave (01x15) re: Finnegan, we learned in Jim's younger years, Kirk didn't always have that swagger. In fact, Jim used to be a rather serious nerd.

Kirk in the academy was described as "a stack of books with legs", "positively grim", and "watch out for Lieutenant Kirk. In his class, you either think or sink".

He also adhered to Starfleet rules far more in his early years a la Boimler. For example, he reported an error that older officer and very good friend of his Benjamin Finney made on the USS Republic, leading to Finney's demotion and later the events of Court Martial (01x20). He reported one of his own besties to HQ and got him demoted. Quite a departure from how often Kirk violates Starfleet orders and directives for Spock on TOS. Again, he is not the same Jim. Character growth.

I think folks get so wrapped up in Spock being the thinking guy and Kirk being the action guy that they forget: You kind of have to be a brilliant genius and thinker to even get a starship command, let alone the flagship. Jim is not dumb and never was; he is exceptionally smart. Spock is just a freaking GIGA GENIUS and anyone standing next to that might look less bright in contrast. But make no mistake, Jim is also brilliant as a military man and diplomat.

Jim is often stereotyped as a swaggering meathead when he is actually an intelligent and capable diplomat even from his earliest years with Starfleet. As a cadet, he was decorated by Starfleet with the Palm Leaf for his peace mission work on Axanar (Court Martial 01x20). As a Captain, Jim helped to complete just as many successful federation member recruitments as he did take names and kick ass.

Jim loves chess. He loves his dad's old books and classic literature. He memorizes quotes from those texts and references them constantly in TOS. How many jocks do you know out here memorizing classic literature to reference even now in our time? One of Jim's most precious, prized possessions is an old text copy of "A Tale of Two Cities" he got as a gift for his birthday from Spock.

There are still those glimpses of old Jim planted throughout TOS and the movies.

As you examine him and his past, every description of him as a young man in the original series was that he was a nerd. Kirk, as a character, shows how much we change as people from high school/uni to adulthood.

The early Jim Kirk is not the Kirk we knew and loved, and he often comes as a surprise to folks accustomed to the Jim he later becomes. He grows into his own over time and finds himself, like many of us. But Wesley's portrayal seemed surprisingly apt to me, considering early descriptions of James T. Kirk's character.

TLDR: Jim Kirk was described in his early years as "serious", "positively grim", "a stack of books with legs", top of his class, and would report you to HQ for a crumb. This is not the Captain Kirk you knew who took command of the Enterprise in 2265. Jim Kirk used to be a serious, passionate Starfleet nerd.

All in all, I thought Paul Wesley's character study with all this considered was

Anyway, thanks for coming to my Ted X Talk about baby James Tiberius Kirk.

I'd love to hear from you folks, feel free to chip in, add to this or correct any errors. :) LLAP.🖖

EDIT: See Part 2 of this Jim Kirk SNW AU Analysis where I respond to an ask from @letteredlettered; we get into the importance of the Triumvirate for Kirk Prime, as well as the relevance of why Jim Kirk being assigned the Farragut would be a poor choice of command commission for him. It further solidifies that this is not “our Kirk”, but an AU where we see what would come of our Kirk if he did not get the flagship commission or meet his boays to form the Trek Trinity.

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misslavenderlady · 2 years ago

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The Lost Boys x Chubby Fem!Reader Headcanons 💕

Big thank you to @wowisksksj for this request! As a chubby lady myself, I was very happy to do this and I hope I made it truly special!

Enjoy~!

Now it’s no surprise that being immortal vampires, the boys have seen quite the variety of body types and shapes. Humans change their minds on what they think is “attractive” so fast, and they find that to be silly. There’s beauty in every kind of body.

The flings and crushes they have all look incredibly different from one another. It’s all a matter of who they’re drawn to at the moment, and what kind of personality they have to keep them wanting more.

So yes, they find bigger women to be quite stunning. They'll stare in awe without any shame, totally entranced by the beauty walking down the boardwalk. If they see something they want, they'll get it~

When they say “bigger”, they don’t just mean hourglass figures with small waists, large breasts, and an ass (though they do like that too). You could be apple-shaped, pear-shaped, have a small cup size, not much in the back, or quite a bit of belly in the front. They’re well aware that everyone isn’t going to look the same, and they’re totally fine with it.

The boys are all incredibly handsome men with amazing bodies. They know they have pretty privilege and use it well to woo whatever lady they have their eye on.

If you're more shy and worried they're just trying to tease or play a mean prank by asking you out (cough totally not speaking from experience cough), they'll subtly use their powers to ease your mind and enjoy the attention they give you.

If you're more confident, then they boost your ego as high as it'll go. Compliments and flirty touches galore. You live for the attention, and they're more than happy to give it.

They're a pack so if one of them finds you beautiful, they're all drawn to you. Even if you prefer one boy over the others, you might as well accept the fact that you're pretty much gonna date them all. That's not a problem though. More love to go around.

Your own personal hype squad! They thrive on making you feel good about yourself. Your joy is their joy, so they will shower you with compliments without even having to be asked.

They're supportive whether you're more prone to covering up or flaunting some skin. David with his two coats totally understands the former while Dwayne, Paul, and Marko are more for the latter. Either way, they'll be sure to tell you how stunning you look in your outfit (and how it would look even better on your bedroom floor~)

The boys are already very touchy-feely with one another, but they'd be even more handsy with you. An arm around your waist here, a subtle grab at your ass there, they just can't keep their hands off their beautiful lady.

Each boy has their own unique way of appreciating you and your body.

David likes putting you in front of mirrors. Even if his own reflection isn't there he'll stand behind you and whisper sweet nothings about the goddess he sees before him. He'll trace his gloved fingers over every curve and make it clear he finds you ravishing.

Paul loves taking pictures of you. You're his muse and he loves setting you up in stunning poses so he can capture your best angles. He'll praise and cheer you on the whole time, getting you to smile widely. "That's it, sugar! Show off for the camera! You're so hot". He also has a few telescope keychain pictures of you in your birthday suit for his eyes only~

Marko is just as upset as you that plus-size fashion is such a joke. If you're tired of cold shoulder tops and endless floral prints, he offers to be your personal stylist. He knows how to sew, so all it takes is a few measurements from you to make exactly what you want. He knows just how to make the wardrobe of your dreams and help you feel like a fashion icon.

Dwayne will sweep you off your feet-LITERALLY. If you worry about your weight and size, he'll immediately silence those thoughts by picking you up in his arms. No matter what you're doing or where you are, he'll take the opportunity to lift you up. Sometimes he'll even do it with one hand or lift you onto his shoulders. It always surprises you. If you start worrying about hurting him, he'll shush you and say "you feel like a kitten to me"

They proudly show you off in public. Usually, you're right in the middle of all of them, giggling while holding onto them. Sometimes other girls will give you a thumbs up and an encouraging smile as if to say "you go, girl!"

If anyone is rude to you in any way, they are on the boys' hit list. Anyone is fair game. Rude catcallers on the sidewalk, stuck-up workers at department stores, restaurant-goers who comment on what you order, ANYONE. Even if you don't hear the mean things, they do. And they'll make sure nobody bothers their lady.

They make a show of loving every single part of your body. Stretch marks are caressed, curves are worshiped and rolls are kissed. They have all the time in the world and will take as long as they please to map out your beautiful body.

If you like having sex, then be prepared to get your goddamn world rocked. They can lift you into their arms with no issue and have plenty of energy to fuck all night long. They each have their own style of love-making, but all equally ravish you (Paul and Marko especially love the saying "more cushion for the pushin'")

Each boy has their own favorite body part.

David loves to take your face in his hands and stroke your soft cheeks while making you gaze into his eyes. It lets him appreciate what he’s claimed as his own.

Dwayne adores your thighs and hips. He’ll either rest his head on your lap while spending time with you or grab onto your sides to pull you in close for a kiss.

Paul is a sucker for your breasts. No matter what they look like, he’s drawn to them like a moth to a flame. He cannot and will not keep his hands off of them. He may even offer to get you a mesh shirt of your own to show off your goods more.

Marko is an ass man. He has no shame. He’ll smack your behind at any goddamn chance he gets. If you’re bending over to pick something up, he’s going in for the kill. If you’re ever on a date with him, his hand is always in your back pocket, giving you a squeeze.

Since you’re not the same size as the boys, you feel sad about not being able to wear their jackets like other girls with their boyfriends. So to make it up to you, the boys each pitch in to help make your own custom jacket. They all add their own flair to it to show you’re their girl. They’ll even add patches with their initials or have the words “Lost Girl” written on the back.

They’ll also indulge you in wearing those cheesy couples t-shirts from the shops on the boardwalk. The ones that say “If found, return to Y/N” and “I am Y/N”.

If there’s ever a day you’re feeling self-conscious about your body, they’re by your side to help cheer you up. No matter what it is that made you feel such a way, the boys will do anything to put a smile on your face again. They would never make you feel ugly or unwanted. They may be vampires, but they’re not monsters.

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aesopsharpmybeloved · 2 years ago

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Headcanons

List of headcanons I have for Father Paul Hill and being in a relationship with him. Some of these are discarded stories, oops. If anything doesn't make sense and/or the grammar's wonky, I'm sorry, I started writing it last night after I came home from a friend's house, where I was served, uh, spicy beverages.

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Headcanons

✞ Paul is touch starved - while his parents loved him deeply, they never really showed it through hugs or other physical affection other than an embrace on his birthday or when he came home after being gone for some time. Therefore physical contact really gets to him. His friends in seminary used to tease him about it a little every time he got overwhelmed just because they all hugged him shortly each time they saw each other. Always in a good fun though.

His mood though still improves considerably every time someone touches him in a fond kind of manner. Wade's soft slap upon his shoulder, Annie petting his arm in a motherly kind of way, Ed's firm handshake every time they meet and Riley sometimes nudging him with his elbow - it all just brings a wide smile to his face, because he feels loved and accepted.

Most of all though, it's the touches he receives from you - when you put your warm hands on his cheeks to get him to look up at you after he's had a bad day, when you card your fingers through his hair to calm him down, when you hold his hand enthusiastically to lead him somewhere, or nearly shyly, when it's you who requires his comfort. And then later, when you touch him everywhere you can, depending on the situation and company you're in. The comfort of your arms when you hold him close, his head upon your chest, stomach or lap, is overwhelming, even after weeks or months. The first time you held his head close to your own heart, enfolding him in your heavenly presence just to comfort him nearly brought tears to his eyes and he still feels so utterly at peace when you hold him like that.

✞ He's not a total newbie when it comes to cooking. Mind you, he's not winning some telly competition anytime soon, but he can cook some basic meals and is brilliant at following orders. His pancakes and his sandwiches are absolutely to die for.

He likes cooking with you, as it always means flirty banter and a lot of teasing. He gets very playful and as much as you try to chase him off with a spatula because you 'really need to stir the bechamel sauce' , he still always comes back to tease you again. One time you actually managed to nearly ruin a very simple meal and, while still good, you knew you could have done better. "I hope you're happy," you said to him, no hard feelings in your tone. He had the audacity to wink at you, grin and shovel a very big bite into his mouth. "Worth it," he said.

✞ Father Paul could get very mischievous and cheeky, and that was always a lot of fun, but he got very shy too. Everything sexual was a big unknown to him, so you had to guide him quite a bit at first. He had a very healthy appetite, good stamina and was a quick learner but even after a few weeks of the two of you regularly engaging in sexual acts, he still didn't quite know how to go about it when he got in the mood. And did he get in the mood. It really was a little awkward at first, especially when he'd grind his hips into your own and then just sort of stand there with red cheeks and his eyes turned down, as if waiting for his verdict. But then, gradually, it got better.

After some time, he'd get way more daring, making his intention known through sweet talk right against your ear, and really, how could you ever say no? Because once the two of you set your boundaries for things you are willing to try and things you absolutely wouldn't, he was getting better and better each time in bringing you pleasure and making you feel adored. Worshipped even. One does not simply pass up on that.

✞ Ever since he came to Crockett Island, Paul acquired many friends, among his parishioners and outside of them. He's able to share a part of himself with everyone on the island, but it's only you with whom he shares his complete self. Little by little, he'd uncover his life story to you and you'd do the same, keeping no secrets. You'd tell him about your previous boyfriends and why you were no longer with them. And while he was utterly without bodily experience before you came into his life, he never once judged you. The only thing he, selfishly, wished for was that he was your last lover. The final one. That despite all of the circumstances going against you two, you'd be able to spend your lives together. He'd never openly say so, though.

✞ Paul's scalp is sensitive. You'd find out accidentally. Carding your fingers through his soft hair was nothing new to you, but one time you accidentally tugged, as you were in heaps of pleasure. You wouldn't ever forget that; the way his head fell back, even though you only pulled at his hair a little bit. His high pitched moan was forever written in your memory.

✞ Paul adores your voice. It can make him feel all sorts of emotions. When you know he needs comfort and gentleness above everything else, you read to him. Anything really. Be it Lord of the Rings, The Princess Bride or even The Bible itself, as long as you read it to him gently and quietly, he will fall into restful sleep. When a song you know and like starts playing on the radio (or record player), you sing. And he wants to dance. And he sings too. He doesn't really dance that well, and sometimes his tones are vastly different from the music, but you still love to hear him sing and dance with him. And he utterly adores hearing you sing - even if your tones are sometimes even more different than his own. And when you talk about your interests and your knowledge on them, he just listens, awed with the entirety of you. His idea of heaven now is with his head in your lap, your fingers combing through his hair, while you talk to him softly, burning love accompanying your every word.

✞ He’s got a bit of a problem with the secrecy of your relationship. While he's perfectly aware that he's risking his entire career by being 'too close' to you, he simply cannot help himself. During the summer and, more importantly, the "Great Crockpot Barbecue Party" he was absolutely seen holding your hand more often than not. He wouldn't openly tell anyone, but sometimes he simply cannot pretend you're just one of his parishioners.

However, later in the evening, when everyone's had a few drinks and they're no longer "reliable witnesses", he'd dance with you. In front of everyone still there. Then he's able to whisper into your ear and kiss you soundly without anyone else left really noticing him doing so. You'd always remember your first slow dance; Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby, by Cigarettes After Sex

Back then, the two of you were attending Erin's party, only a few short weeks before she was to give birth to her daughter. The window was open and you could hear her conversation with Riley Flynn.

"So you found them? What are they doing?... Wait, I don't actually wanna know."

"They're just slow dancing," Erin replied. "Kissing a little bit maybe…. They're doing out there what everyone else does here." If Erin said anything else after that was unknown to you, as you were way too preoccupied by engaging the priest's tongue in a battle for dominance outside.

✞ He's got a taste for hot cider on cold, stormy nights. Combine that, lots and lots of candles and a good book and you've got a happy priest. Best enjoyed in a pillow fort you built in your living room, just for the fun of it.

✞ Paul has the opposite of a green thumb. He cannot keep a plant alive, not even the 'unkillable' plants. He'd either water it too little, or too much, or he'd forget about it and then attempt to fix the damage by pouring an entire pitcher of water into the pot. Everytime he actually bought a house plant with the intention to 'do it right this time', he ended up bitterly throwing the yellowed remains with rotten roots into the trash.

✞ He's not that much of a morning person. Of course, his day starts early as he's got mass to serve, but on the rare occasions he's got a free day there's no getting him out of bed before 11. And now that he's got a deliciously warm soft body next to him in bed, it's even harder to leave.

✞ The priest is ticklish, particularly on his sides and feet. You noticed once that he shied away from you when you stroked down the sides of his torso with just your fingers. When you asked him if he was ticklish, and he (naively) not only said that he was and even told you where, you gained a new hobby - tickling the poor man until he was tearing up from laughter. The best things in life really are free.

Hi, i hope that wasn’t too terrible. If you wanna, you can check this thing and the entire series out on AO3 I live and breathe and write for reviews <333

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wiypt-writes · 4 years ago

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Rock ‘N’ Roll People In A Disco World

Part 3- Crying At The Disco

Intro: You keep vigil at Paul’s bedside, but there’s nothing to do but wait and hope he makes his way back to you.

Pairing: Paul Diskant x Reader

Warnings: Bad language, Smut (NSFW, 18+)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

A/N: Not being a medical expert, I’ve tried to make this as accurate as possible (thank you google and various other people whose brains I picked) but if there are any inaccuracies please take them as creative license! As always, I’ve tried to make this reader as inclusive as always. Images etc in the moodboard are merely used for aesthetic purposes.

Rock ‘n’ Roll People Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Part 2

It was like he was in a blacked out fog. Nothing felt the same, nothing could move, he couldn't open his eyes, nor could he speak. It was silent, bar the faint sound of the sweetest voice, but it was so very far away, almost like it weren't real.

"Hey, Stud."

The sound, soft and familiar, a blessing to his ears, brought his mind to a memory, now a dream, he relived.

The alarm was buzzing annoyingly and he felt the warm body that had been pressed up against his all night rustle and slam a heavy something over the badgering clock. Then he felt two soft lips ghost over his jaw, where the joint came together, before softly kissing near his chin, up to his cheek and over his lips.

"Day shift awaits, Officer Disco."

A sleepy smile pulled at his lips as he felt the weight of the bed shift and he peeked an eye open long enough to see her arms slip into his shirt, the material covering her naked frame. He watched her sway out of the room and soon heard sounds from down the stairs. He stretched in bed, his body happily sore from the night spent with his girl. It had been one incredibly glorious night. First the anticipation of the whole upcoming week had him giddy and happy during his shift and when he'd arrived to pick up Y/N, he knew he was a gonner. From their little flirty game before dinner to the sweet glances and soft touches at the restaurant over their rich meal to the lightning speed return trip home to truly loving on her for the first time, Paul Diskant was in heaven. And, dare he say it, in love, hypothetically.

He chuckled at himself for the way he was feeling but he wouldn't trade it for anything, bar a repeat of the night before and for nights to come. As he kicked his legs over the side of the bed to go freshen up, he plucked his glasses from his overnight bag that he'd collected from the bottom of the stairs sometime in the middle of the night and headed for the en suite. A smirk playing at his lips as he remembered the tilted and scratched lamp in the hall from the night before. He didn't hold back the grin that had splayed over his face when he'd passed it gathering his bag. He'd fix it later.

The black frames formed a stark outline over his baby blues and he slipped them off briefly to rinse his face. He brushed his teeth and headed back for bed, checking his phone for texts or missed calls. As he sat back against the headboard, the sheet up to his naked waist, he took in the room around him for the first time, it was simply decorated, grey walls with dark furniture; the bed frame, the dresser with the television on top and two night stands. Various pictures set about depicting pieces and moments of Y/N's life. Of course this wasn't the first time he'd been in here, but it was the first morning after and he saw things in a new light. He tilted the corner of his mouth upward as he looked at the bedside table where she'd slept, finding a set of photobooth pictures, five to the strip, taken the night of their first date. His reverie was interrupted when the woman on his mind walked into the bedroom, still wearing only his shirt, her hair messed about from sex and sleep, in her hand two cups of coffee and slid under her arm what looked to be the morning newspaper.

"I remembered you'd said that you'd read the paper... Wow," she stopped mid-sentence.

"Wow what?" He asked, cocking his head a bit to the side.

"I've just never seen you in your glasses, yet," she smirked.

"Okay... so is it a good wow or a 'get the fuck outta my bed' wow?" He waited on baited breath, already knowing the answer.

"Oh it's good." She replied and sauntered over to him, setting their mugs and the paper down on the nightstand. "Like...very good," she seductively added as she straddled his hips, holding herself over him on her knees.

She was gorgeous, eyes that always smiled around him, her pouty lips swollen from his kisses, her hair tousled and wild, a reminder of their night.

"You know what else is 'wow'," he asked softly, his lips so close to hers, as her brow quirked up, "you in my shirt, looking like you do now," he stretched his body upward, close to her lips.

"Oh, yeah?" She whispered, as he could feel her breath on his skin, the faint smell of minty toothpaste there, where she must have brushed her teeth downstairs.

"Oh yeah," he sealed their lips in a sultry kiss.

He used his brute strength to toss Y/N on her back, his naked hips between her legs, his hands on her back against the bed. His lips lazily kissed at her neck. She reached up and plucked the glasses from his face.

"Let's see how blind you really are," she grinned.

“Well, you know, when one of your senses is impaired they say the others become more enhanced to compensate. I happen to have a very good sense of touch and taste.”

"Prove it."

"Oh, are you challenging me, Miss Y/L/N?"

"Yes," she deadpanned.

His lips started again at her neck whilst a hand pulled from around her back and deftly began unbuttoning the few buttons done up on his shirt, exposing her tummy and breasts, the material falling away.

Her skin turned to goose flesh as his fingers gently splayed over her tummy and then down her hip to her thigh, his fingertips ghosting her skin, tickling her so.

She squirmed at his touch before she gave a soft snort of a giggle as his fingers trailed down the outside of her thigh and he paused, pulling his head up from where he’d been peppering soft kisses against her neck and he looked at her.

“Am I amusing you?”

“You know I’m ticklish there!” She grinned and Diskant gave a huff of a laugh, his mouth dropping back to her neck.

“I do but that’s not quite what I’m going for...”

“Well maybe my senses are heightened too, Disco.” She teased, her eye lashes fluttering against her cheeks as his affection moved to her collar bone.

Her giggles soon turned to soft, gentle sighs as his lips and mouth trailed a path down her sternum, strong hands sliding up her sides and coming to rest on her rib cage, thumbs brushing the underneath of her breasts. Her fingers scratched at the short buzzed cut hair behind his ears before scratching down to the nape of his neck. At the soft bite of her nails against his skin he gave a low groan of satisfaction, before he shifted slightly, his mouth finding hers again as his hands cupped her breasts, thumbs skating over the nipples.

She preened at his touch, his calloused thumb rubbing over that hardened spot and she arched her back, pushing up into his hands, a silent question for more. He obliged, gently tweaking her nipples between his thumb and finger, swallowing the filthy noises of delight she was making.

His attention to her flesh grew as he moved his affections to her other nipple in the same way, then slowly dragging his mouth, hot and open across her sternum and down her tummy, his tongue dipping into her naval. Two strong, yet gentle hands reached down to the back of her knees, parting her legs wider as he slid down the bed, his body sliding against hers as he moved downwards.

His lips pressed against her skin, just before her small patch of curls began. A nip to the inside of her thigh and then the other. A flat, long tongue slid across her wet folds.

"Jesus, fuck," Y/N cried out.

“No, just me.”

"You smug li..." she couldn't finish her sentence as he dove in for all of her, causing her to quite literally cry out at sweet combination of a gasp and an 'oh'.

With each lap and lick of his tongue against her, she tasted sweeter and sweeter. He loved the sounds she made, the way her body was so quick to respond to his every touch. Just like the night before, his pride and ego grew, his chest swelling with it all. And as his tongue dipped deep inside her, he felt her walls begin to flutter against him.

Her hands found the back of his head, fingers running along his scalp again, reaching for that spot that would make him growl. He felt her scratch at him and as he hummed in delight against her, she came with a force, trying with all she could to get him deeper.

He relished in the way she cried out, the way his name sounded across her lips as she exploded within. As she rode that high, he continued to lick and suck at her, the right amount of pressure against her clit to make her shake. His strokes were slow and delicate, lazy, but none the less still highly pleasurable.

Her palm pressed against his forehead as she pushed him away, clearly having become too sensitive and he moved, placing a kiss to her tummy as he crawled back over her, taking a moment to look at her face as she lay boneless beneath him, her features soft with bliss.

His lips brushed hers again and her hand curled round his neck, pulling her in for a deeper kiss and the fact he knew she’d be able to taste herself turned him on even more. He was rock hard, and as he pressed against her, she smirked against his mouth.

“Something got you worked up, Officer?”

“Somethings gonna work up you in a minute.” He quipped back and she gave a snort, shaking her head.

With a strong arm he propped himself up and twisted towards the nightstand, grasping for the foil packet he’d tossed on there earlier after retrieving his glasses.

“Nice to see you were so confident how this morning was gonna go.” Y/N looked at him as he sat back on his heels, tearing at the packet with his teeth.

“Don’t kid yourself, babe. We both know this was nailed on.”

"I'm inclined to agree, Stud," Y/N reached out towards him as she sat up, gently touching his tip, collecting the precum on her finger and dipping it into her mouth, before she took him in her hand again.

"Fucking hell, baby," his voice was a growl as her hand began to pump up and down his dick and she leaned forward slightly, grabbing the half open foil packet from him.

“Fucking heaven more like.” She grinned before she tore open the packet and rolled the condom down his shaft, drawing a groan from his throat before she lay back down, her legs bent at the knee.

“Come at me, Disco.” She teased and she didn’t need to ask twice.

As much as he was tempted to fuck her into the mattress he kept his movements slow and deep, rocking as opposed to thrusting. One hand curled around her knee, hooking her leg round his waist, the other held onto her hip as he leaned down, slanting his mouth over hers once again. Her hands slid round his back, fingers tracing the muscles of his shoulders as they flexed with each rut he made, his skin tingling to the touch.

She felt so good, so damn good wrapped around him. He desperately fought the urge to just let go, instead building up toward that crash they both chased.

He pushed upwards, grinding his hips against her and she groaned into his mouth, nails digging into his back as his name slipped from her lips in a breathy pant.

"I'm so close, Y/N. I just need to...lo...more."

He felt her flutter around him, his name now flowing freely in a staccato chant, and her back arched, a loud cry bubbled from her throat as she trembled around him, her hands grabbing at his back as she clung to him, riding out her bliss.

His body caged her in, his forearms pressed into the mattress at her shoulders, his lips kissing whatever skin he could on her neck and face as his hips rolled and rolled into her, feeling the way she held him deep inside her and as her body shook, his own insides started to coil, knocking at the door of his own bliss.

"Oh, baby," he moaned in a guttural tone, his orgasm hitting him hard. He nuzzled at her neck as his hips steadied out, giving her soft kisses along the column of her neck and across her jaw.

“Hypothetically, I love you.” He muttered against her skin and she laughed, nudging at his forehead with her nose, causing him to look at her and she smiled.

“Hypothetically, I love you too.”

You sat there holding his hand, just talking to him, reminding him you were there for him and that you loved him. But little were you aware of the readout happening in the corner of the room, where brain activity had spiked, causing an array of markers on the printout for the doctors to read.

****

Four days, four days of endless commotion in and out of his room, from hospital staff to a changing of the guard between you and his parents, to Jimmy, Sam, and Steve, all taking turns in the room, waiting in the ICU lobby. By the fifth day, your parents had come down, Dotty calling them to come quickly as they'd been away and you had barely eaten let alone left his side. There was nothing you could do but sit there as he was in a deep sleep, medically sedated, so he could heal.

"Y/N, you need to let your father and I get you home for a bit. You're not doing yourself any good sitting here when you could be refreshed for when they do start waking him up."

You sighed at your mother; Maria, your father; Nick, in turn sighing at you. Dotty was upstairs with Paul and Big Jim was sitting around waiting to go up for a bit. You didn't want to leave.

"Angel," your father spoke softly, your nickname causing a rush of emotion to wash over you as you turned to face him. "The doctors said they won't be waking up for at least another day or two, not until they’re certain he’s strong enough. Please, let me take you home so you can get a proper shower and a good, hot meal."

Big Jim stood now near your father, his eyes staring back at you, "Please, Y/N, if not for yourself, for him. You'll want to be here when he wakes up and you can't be run down for that. Your dad's right, Paul's not coming to any time soon, and it'll be at least a day or two after they turn him around before the sedatives wear off." He looked at your parents and then back to you, "besides, if I don't look after his girl, he's gonna be pissed at me and none of us want that. So, please... Go."

You weighed it out. Damn it, you knew they were right but you wanted... no, needed to stay. What if something happened and you weren't there what if....

"Come on, Y/N," Big Jim placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, pulling you in for a hug.

Tearfully you sighed, "Please don't leave him alone."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Big Jim gave you a soft wink as you looked up at him. You nodded as you pulled away, and your father walked you out to their car and took you home.

The ride was silent, the air heavy, your father knowing you needed the peace. The ride home took forever but nowhere near as long as the ride Weiss gave you the other night. With shaky hands, you unlocked the front door to your single bedroom apartment and your father instructed you to shower while he looked for something to make you.

You moved silently down the hall your fingers ghosting along the pictures against the wall. Ones from each of your personal lives and others of your life together. You stepped into your room and realized it was the way you'd left it. Haphazard piles of clothes on the floor and in the bins, the sheets still a mess from when you'd made love that night.

Numbly, you sat on the edge of the bed on Paul's side and you laid against his pillow, inhaling the deepest breath you've probably ever taken. His scent was all around you, inside you, infiltrating every sense and nerve in your body and you finally let go of the saddest, most heart-breaking scream you could manage.

You didn't even register your dad entering the room but you felt the weight of the bed shift as he sat at the edge, near your curled up legs. You sat up and fell into his embrace, allowing him to cradle you like the little girl you used to be, rocking you back and forth, stroking your hair as your head rested against his chest. Your sobs soaked his shirt while he tried to whisper soft comforts to you, no doubt his own chin wobbling as he felt his little girl's heart break, her pain.

Eventually your sobs evened out and your dad pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. “I haven’t comforted you like this since your first boyfriend broke your heart.” There was a pause as you sniffed and pulled back to look at your dad. “God, he was an asshole.”

You gave a watery splutter as you tucked your head back under your dad's chin, his hand rubbing your back. “Paul isn’t.” You whispered and your dad shook his head.

“No... no, he’s not. He’s a good kid, treats you right. I’d never have agreed to let him ask you to marry him otherwise.”

"I'm so scared, Daddy," you cried.

“Hey, Y/N," your father pulled away from you, "if there’s one thing I do know about Paul, he’s probably the only person on the planet that can rival you and your mother for stubbornness. He's not going anywhere, honey, he’s a fighter.”

You nod and give off a big yawn, exhaustion closing in on you.

"Sleep, Angel," he said softly. "I'll be right on the couch. Then after some rest you're going to take a hot shower and I'm going to get you a hot meal. So help me, or your mother is coming to do it and I don't think we want that."

“I dunno.” You sniff. “Mom's mac and cheese sounds pretty dammed good right now.”

"But it doesn't beat my grilled cheese."

“Nothing beats your grilled cheese, Pops.”

****

A hot shower and a real meal, outside what the vending machine near the elevator could provide, was what you needed. However, you didn't stay away long. You were there, bright and early the next morning, on the sixth day, highly anxious to get back to Paul. When you arrived, your own car taking you there this time, you noticed a familiar face talking to Steve and Sam.

Your blood boiled and bile threatened to escape your throat as you took note of Detective Tom Ludlow of Vice Special talking candidly with your captain and Paul's. In quick, long strides, you closed in on the trip and caught Ludlow with a nasty right hook. "Officer down with no suspects to pursue and you fucking book it. Look at where we are. Have you seen him? He is fighting for his life, and that's on you!"

Steve quickly pulled you back after the punch to Ludlow's jaw, "Hey, calm down."

"I am fucking calm!"

Rogers growled as he held you back, "take a breath or talk a walk, Y/N."

But you were too angry to pay him any attention. Instead you ignored him, your glare remaining fixated on Ludlow. “How about I shoot you, and leave you for dead; find out how much your family like it, huh?”

"Y/N," he began, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? You're sorry? He trusted you! You were supposed to have his back!"

“Excuse me.” A stern voice cut over your rant and you blinked and turned away from the doctor who had just walked into the small family waiting area. “I appreciate that feelings and emotions are running high but if you keep this up, I'll have to call security. You’re not the only people with family here.”

"If he dies, you're next." You ran your hand down your face and turned to Steve, your voice painfully measured, “get rid of him, before I do.”

Sam escorted you to the elevator, and you went on up. And you didn't miss the hushed words of your captain to Ludlow as the elevator doors started to close.

"I've never seen her like this, unnerving how broken she is. She's ace and one of my best," Steve sighed. "If he doesn't..."

"The kid has heart," you heard Ludlow reply before the doors closed completely.

You huffed out a stressed breath, your right hand in a bit of a throb as you shook out the pain. But it was nothing compared to what your heart felt. Realistically, you knew the risks of both your job and Paul's, they were one in the same. And things like shootings and even albeit deaths occur with officers all the time, a sad consequence to wearing the badge. And, things could be even more scary if and when undercover, such as Paul had been. And while you didn't want to know details, you knew players, you knew this case, figuring out who exactly murdered Vice Special Washington had been in Paul's lap for a good week or two. But, right now you couldn't see through the red hot anger burning inside you at Ludlow for pulling Paul in so deep so fast. You couldn't see past the pain and anguish, the fear that was controlling you as he still lay motionless in bed.

****

Time seemed to creep by. There was no real sense of anything for you to set your watch by so to speak, day and night didn’t exist anymore, yet you knew exactly how long he’d been unconscious down to the last second.

As he was in the ICU, visitors were strictly monitored and limited to close family only, but your friends were never far away and whilst they may not be allowed in to see him, there was a steady string of colleagues and people you knew arriving to show you their support.

By the eighth day you had fallen into a routine. You and his parents took it in shifts to sit with him ensuring that the three of you all got time to head home for a shower, food and an attempted few hours of rest. You were loathe to leave his side, but whilst he was out of it there really was nothing you could do.

As you sat in the room by his bed, idly flicking through your text messages on your phone, stealing glances at him every so often just in case something had changed, there was a knock on the door to the room and you turned to see Dotty poking her head through the frame.

“Hi, Sweetheart.” She gave you a tired smile as she stepped into the room and you sighed knowing that it was your time to leave.

“Hi,” you stood up, and stretched out your limbs. “He’s been the same so...”

You trailed off, what else was there to say?

Leaning over you placed a gentle kiss to his temple and ran your hand over his short hair. “I’ll be back soon,” you promised, blinking back more tears as you straightened up.

You made to the door where Dotty gave you a hug before she stepped inside and you paused, watching as she dropped a kiss to his forehead.

"Hi, honey,” She sniffed, her hand stroking his hair. “Oh, my baby boy....you have to wake up. I already lost one son, I can't lose you too.”

**** “My baby boy…”

He knew that voice. His mom. His comfort blanket, the woman who’d patched up his various bumps and scrapes

“I can’t lose you too.”

But as his mom’s face swam in the fog of his brain, he saw another, not unlike his, but older….

James. James Junior.

He'd had a spectacular day at school, practice had gone well and now he was walking home with his best friends, listening to the razzing they were giving him about Ashley Calvin, the cheerleader sweet on him who couldn't stop making eyes at Paul during practice.

As the group of boys rounded the corner, a black and white was parked in front of his house. He hadn't thought much of it, his father having taken time sometimes on patrol to swoop in on his wife for a bit, but then it slightly registered that it was his dad's day off and this particular squad car wasn't familiar.

A frown pressed his brow and Paul broke off from his friends, "hey, uh, I'll see you guys later."

The group waved him off and as Paul entered the front door, he knew something wasn't right as he heard his mother's heartbroken cries and his father's loud sobs coming from the kitchen. He practically dropped his backpack where he stood and pounded into the kitchen, seeing what he'd heard, his parents in grief.

"Mom... Dad..." he croaked, fearing the worst.

The officer in the room, Paul didn't recognize, but he welcomed him in and asked him to take a seat.

"What's going on?" Paul asked.

"It's Junior," his dad sniffed, a typically straight faced stoic man. "He's gone, son."

"No, I... I don't understand," Paul shook his head in disbelief.

"I'm afraid so, we received a call earlier this morning of a young man unresponsive at a well-known address. When we arrived, that's when I was able to ID him," the officer explained. Then he sighed and turned his attention to the family themselves, "I’m sorry to ask, Jim but, you know the script. I need to know if any of you saw him at all recently, if there’s anything you know that can help us piece together what happened.”

Jim and Dotty both shook their heads.

“I’ve not seen him for months, we errr, I kicked him out a few months back..” Jim stammered, shaking his head. “I didn’t want that stuff in the house. I mean he’d been arrested, had no option-“ His guilty stammers continued and Paul swallowed as he looked down at the table.

“I saw him yesterday afternoon.” He all but whispered, blinking back the tears from his eyes.

Both of his parents looked at him as he stared at the table. He’d hidden it from them, their standing weekly meet ups. "I used to see him every Wednesday, we’d get a hotdog on the pier and catch up."

He heard his mom give a little cry as his dad groaned, his voice full of sorrow as he spoke.

"Why didn't you tell us, son?”

"Because I thought you’d be angry. Suppose it doesn’t really matter now.” Paul held back the emotions he had bubbling inside as he raised his head to look at his father who took a shaky breath as he wiped a hand over his face.

"No," Dotty whispered. "It doesn't."

Big Jim stood and embraced his youngest and now only son. And as his arms wrapped around him, Paul allowed his emotions to escape, a loud cry and screwed up eyes giving way.

Paul knew Junior had his fair share of problems. He'd idolized his brother all his life, their five year difference never an issue. But just as Paul was about to enter high school, and Junior was getting ready to leave, he'd fallen into the wrong crowd, continuously causing tension between himself and his parents. Paul could only watch from the side-lines as his parents tried and tried to right Junior's wrongs. After an arrest, and no bail out from his father, Junior was in something far deeper than hot water. But when Big Jim found the drugs in Junior's room, it was the last straw.

The notifying officer's voice broke through his thoughts and Paul focused on the conversation.

"Unfortunately, you're going to have to come down and make a positive ID."

Big Jim nodded, "I'll do it."

"No, Jim," Dotty reached for his hand. "I want to see him."

"So do I." Paul added.

"Paul, I don't think..." Jim started to object but his wife of twenty five years interjected.

"Let him," she said. "We'll all go."

The drive to the coroner was silent, the longest drive of Paul's life. The morgue wasn't far per say but the drive took forever. At least it felt like it did. Big Jim checked them in and they waited nearly ten minutes before the coroner collected them and took them to a cold, sterile room.

They gathered around a sheet covered body and waited. The coroner pulled the sheet back to reveal a face and Dotty quickly turned her head into Big Jim's chest. With a wobbling lip, a sob being held back, Big Jim looked at the coroner and nodded, confirming it was Junior.

Paul stood there, staring at his older brother's lifeless form. The first dead body he'd ever seen and it was his own brother's. He swallowed back the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He thought of all the fun he'd had with him, the times he'd come to him about crushes on girls and he thought about their standing Wednesdays at the pier.

As his parents finished paperwork with the coroner, he waited in the lobby and thought some more. At nearly sixteen, Paul Diskant had, in that moment of devastation and despair, decided his future. He would follow in his father's footsteps and carry the badge. He would work hard to prevent families like his own in experiencing this very tragedy. If he could help just one family, then it would all be worth it.

****

The floor of the ICU was quickly bustling, stirring you uncomfortably from your seat next to Big Jim, who'd dozed off for the last twenty minutes or so. The flurry of activity had you keening your head around the corner for a moment and you realized the flurry was coming to and from Paul's room.

"Oh my God," your heart jumped to your throat and your words startled Jim awake. The two of you quickly ran to Paul's room just as Dotty was being ushered out.

"Dot?" Big Jim said worried.

"I... I don't know, I was just there, talking to him, holding his hand and the nurse called for the doctor.”

"Is something wrong?" You asked a nurse coming out of the room, the doctor behind her.

"Not at all, in fact," the doctor began, "his heart rate has increased and his EEG is showing signs of a significant increase of brainwave activity."

Your hand flew to your mouth in shock and hope, your heart racing. "What..."

"That means that you keep talking to him, you keep telling him you're there. His brain is functioning, he's showing signs of emotions and clearly responding to stimuli."

You let out a small noise that was halfway between a sob and a gasp as behind you Dotty began to sob, and you felt Jim’s hand on your shoulder.

"We'll start gradually weaning off the sedation tonight, after we run some more tests and watch his results. But this is all very, very good news." The doctor smiled.

It was the best news you could have ever heard. There was hope, he was going to make it.

When the dust had settled and the nurses and staff cleared the room, you went back in, giving Dotty a break to sit with Big Jim in the ICU lobby. You pulled up your trusty chair and took a seat, facing Paul. You sat forward and took his hand in yours, your other hand cradling a book in your lap. Your lips pressed into the top of his hand and you smiled.

"Come back to me," you willed. "Nap time is over, it's time to wake up."

****

It had been one of the best weeks of his life. He and Y/N tested their new relationship with a week of playing house and man did they play house! From their first night to their last, they were wrapped up in one another's arms, having at least one meal together or morning coffee before shifts. Despite the newness of it all, he was deep in love. And therefore ruined. But tonight that all would end, he'd have to go back to his parents and she'd be in her bed, alone, until... He could even think about it. Y/N was due home any minute, having picked up her parents at the airport when her shift ended. He was busy making sure he wasn't burning dinner, the chicken cordon bleu baking away in the oven whilst, mashed potatoes and sautéed green beans were hitting the stove top. In the last week he had fast established that whilst Y/N might be good at a lot of things, cooking was not one of them. She was a disaster in the kitchen unless she was baking, and as such, given it was something he was good at, he’d taken over the meal making. The tell-tale sound of a car pulling into the long drive alerted his ears and he smirked to himself. He tossed the tea towel he had been holding onto the side counter and made his way out of the door, heading to the car where Y/N and her parents, Nick and Maria were climbing out. "Hey, guys, welcome home," he smiled, hugging Maria, shaking Nick's hand and grabbing a couple of the bags to help. He pressed a sweet kiss to Y/N cheek. “Good day?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yeah, couple of minor call outs but nothing heavy for once.”

He smiled before he turned to her parents. “How was New York?” He'd caught Y/N's eye as he listened to Maria talk about their trip. She cocked her head towards her shoulder and mouthed 'kiss ass' at him. He tried his best to stop the grin spreading across his face at the fact she had hit the nail on the head. He was turning on the charm, big time. It was important to him her parents liked him as much as his liked her. "Where do you want these?" He'd gestured to the bags in his hands.

"Just leave them at the foot of the stairs," Nick replied. "I'll take them up later."

"Sure, no problem." “Something smells good!” Maria gave an appreciative sniff as the four of them made their way into the kitchen. Nick snorted. “Makes a change from when Y/N cooks.” "Hey!" She snorted playfully.

"She's not wrong, Y/N/N," Nick laughed. "I could use a beer. Paul?"

"Sure, yeah, thank you. Let me just peek in on dinner." “How nice to have a man that can cook.” Maria sighed dramatically and Nick groaned.

“Cheers Paul, way to show me up.” "I'm going to go up and change, I'll be right back." Maria smiled at the people around her.

"I'll grab a few beers from the garage," Nick offered. "Y/N, beer or wine?"

"Uh...surprise me."

"You are your mother's daughter." When both of her parents were out of hearing range, Y/N turned to Paul with wide eyes. "Did you manage to fix the lamp bulb and hide the scratch?" “Lightbulb, yes. Scratch no. I didn’t want to make it worse.”

“And the rail for the shower curtain?”

“Back up.”

“Photo frame in the lounge?”

“Couldn't find the exact one. Had to buy another, but don’t worry I’ll take the flack. It was technically me that kicked it over after all.” "The ice cream stain on the couch?"

“I did as much as I could.” He scratched his neck. “And rearranged the scatter cushions.” "You're a life saver, I can't imagine what they'd think if they knew we fuc..." She couldn't finish her sentence as Maria had come back into the kitchen.

"Y/N, what happened to the lamp on the landing?" “Oh I errr, knocked it with the laundry basket. We changed the bulb but I couldn’t do anything about the scratch. I’m sorry, I’ll replace it.” “Yeah and erm before you spot the frame in the living room, that was my fault.” Paul spoke up. “I knocked it accidentally when I was running the vacuum round before. I replaced the frame and kept the old one just in case you wanted to see if it was repairable.” Maria shook her head. “Don’t worry about it, it wasn’t valuable. The photo is the most important thing.”

“Yeah it’s a good shot.” Paul grinned before he turned to Y/N. “You sure suited those little dungarees and pigtails, babe.” “Fuck off.” She shot back and Paul laughed as Nick walked back into the kitchen.

“Language, young lady.” He admonished, placing two beers down on the island counter along with two sparkling wines. "What broke?"

"Apparently, a frame in the living room, no big deal, we appreciate the effort to keep the place clean." Maria smiled.

"Ah, good, good.” Nick nodded, handing Paul his beer which he took with a thanks. “Did you notice the dent in the dryer, Y/N?"

The second he asked, both Paul and Y/N spit their drinks forward, making a mess of themselves and the island. "Was it something I said?" Nick asked as he eyed his daughter and her boyfriend. “No, just...” Y/N shook her head, “I just, well, you know you go away and come back and there’s stuff broken, I honestly don’t know what happened to the dryer.” She finished lamely. “Oh I wouldn’t worry about it.” Maria shook her head. “You probably dropped something on it a little too forcefully.” Paul stifled a groan and as if it were a blessing, the oven timer dinged. "Right, so if you guys want to head into the dining room, I'll dish this up in a second." "I'll help," Y/N offered.

Nick and Maria headed out with their drinks in hand and took up their seats in the dining room. Paul careened his neck around the corner of the wall and looked back at Y/N. "You’re gonna get me murdered, baby." "I'm sorry, they put me on the spot," she whispered. "How'd you forget the dryer?!" “What the fuck do you expect me to do with a dent?” He scoffed. “Buy a new dryer?” "No, of course..."

"And in my defense, it was YOU who accosted me in the garage this morning, so that one, that's on you, sweetheart." “Whatever, Disco, just dish up the food.” Dinner carried on with simple chatter, Y/N's parents chattering away about their trip in detail. Mid way through, Maria made a simple remark, "You two sure did a lot of cleaning while we were gone." “Well, I wanted to keep the place tidy.” Y/N shrugged. “No more than I usually do when you’re away.”

“Like my mom always says, tidy house, tidy mind.” Paul grinned and Y/N turned to look at him.

“Shut up.” She mouthed and he smirked as he reached for his beer, Nick mimicking him.

“Well...” the corner of Nick’s mouth curled upwards slightly as he took a pull before setting the bottle down, his eyebrow arched as he glanced at Y/N then to Paul, “if this is the type of thing we get to eat when we come home, maybe we should go away and let you come over and ‘clean up’ more often?"

They'd been outed. Their cover simply not good enough. Some cops they were.

Paul's sip of his drink was caught between that ridiculous little flap in his throat that tells your brain to swallow verses breath and instead of swallowing, he inhaled and began choking, a fit of coughs exiting him.

***** Your head shot up from the book you had been reading as loud beeps starting ringing our around the room. To your utter horror, you saw Paul convulsing on the bed and you slapped your hand on the red call button before running out into the corridors and yelling for help. Almost immediately a nurse came sprinting round the corner and hurried into your room, as you hovered by the back, your arms wrapping around your chest as Dotty and Jim appeared in the doorway. “What’s going on?” Jim spoke as you struggled for words as a doctor pushed past you into the room. There was a second silence as the doctor moved over to the bed and the nurse stepped back, and strode towards you. But she was smiling. “its fine, he’s started to breath for himself that’s all.” She explained, “so the tube in his throat is irritating him. Don’t worry, it’s a natural reaction and to be expected as he comes round from the sedation.” “You mean he’s waking up?” You stuttered as Dotty reached up to grab your hand. “Looks that way.” The nurse smiled. “And it’s not even been a full twenty four hours since we started to withdraw the sedation.” You let out a sob as the nurse gently ushered you out of the room so they could sort Paul out and after a few more minutes of agonising waiting the doctor came out and headed towards you. “He’s responding very well. I’m extremely pleased with his progress. He’s breathing for himself, his vitals are strong so I’m happy to completely withdraw the sedation provided we carefully monitor him.” "How long before he actually wakes?" Dotty asked. “That I can’t say.” The doctor smiled. “That’s up to him and how quickly his body and system reboots so to speak. It could be hours, a day or so but I wouldn’t expect more than another twenty for hours given his current state.” It was news you'd waited to hear for a week. And suddenly, you found yourself anxious, thinking of the road ahead. But he was alive and for that you were thankful.

"Thank you," Big Jim smiled and shook the doctor's hand.

Dotty turned to you with a smile, "Jim and I are going to head home and take care of some things. Do you want me to bring you something to eat?" The last thing you were thinking of was your stomach, but knowing Dotty as you did, you fully understood this was her way of helping so to speak, making sure you were looked after. Because she also knew you well enough to know that now there was a chance he could come round in a matter of hours, there was no way you were going to leave the ward.

“Sure that sounds great.” You smiled. "We'll see you soon. You call if anything happens, we'll rush right back." Big Jim winked at you.

"Okay. I'm going to call my parents. Let Barnes know." After hugging his parents goodbye, you stepped off the ward and made your calls, your chest feeling lighter than it had in days. Once you’d explained and listened to everyone else sighing, or in your mom’s case crying, with relief you made your way back into his room and allowed yourself a little smile as now you could see his face fully, no longer obscured by the breathing apparatus. You leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, your hand running over his hair.

“See you soon, baby.” You whispered, a tear sliding down your cheek. “Real soon.”

*****

His mouth felt dry, his body weak, he felt sore and tired. He could hear the sound of her voice, but his ears couldn't process the clarity of it all. His heavy eyelids slowly became slits and he blinked, opening them up a little more with each blink. Then, his eyes, blue and clear as ever saw her.

She looked tired and weary, her eyes puffy and the tip of her nose swollen and iritated from crying. But despite all that, she was still absolutely the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. His weak fingers flinched in her hand and her eyes shot to his and he squeezed again.

The relief at seeing those beautiful blue eyes once more looking at you crashed over you like a wave. You opened your mouth to speak, but your voice choked in your throat and instead you simply squeezed your fingers around his as a fresh stream of tears spilled from your eyes.

You quickly pressed the call button on Paul's bed, to alert the nurse something had changed. And while you waited, you pressed your lips to his hand and the tears poured over his fingers as his heavy, weak hand cupped your cheek.

“Welcome back, Stud.” You managed to whisper, eventually finding your voice. “You had me worried for a while.”

He tried to move his lips, wanting to say so much to her but he couldn't for his dry mouth and throat stung and he started to look nervous, agitated.

"It's okay, you're okay." You spoke quickly, but assuringly. "You... You had to be intubated, so just relax. I'm right here. Sit still, just take it easy," you coax, all the while thinking where the hell was the nurse.

Almost as if by magic the door to his room opened and your head turned to see her breeze in.

“He’s awake.” You smiled as you said the words for the first time, hearing them out loud made it all the more real. “He’s awake.”

"Well, hello Mr. Diskant. Let's get you better settled." She turned to you and asked you to wait outside just so she could work to settle him more comfortably. As you nodded to go, he squeezed your hand tightly, his eyes piercing yours.

“I’m gonna be right outside, baby. I promise.”

You left the room and glanced back through the window to see Paul’s eyes following you and you gave him another encouraging smile as you waited in sight so he could see you, pulling out your phone to fire a quick, generic, simple text off to everyone you could think of telling them he was awake. As the various replies flooded back in, you read a few, smiling, before the nurse exited and you stuffed your phone back in your pocket and turned to her.

"Now that he's awake, we'll be moving him up to critical care. It's best he still tries to remain still and rest as best he can. You can expect some continued drowsiness and disorienting behavior." She gently took your hand in hers, "speaking is going to be hard at first, because he’s going to have tight and sore muscles and tendons in the neck. PT and Speech Therapy will probably come in once he's upstairs for an evaluation. But, personally speaking, I think he's a damn fighter and he's going to be just fine. I’ll go notify the doctors so they can come and speak to both him and you.”

"Thank you," you nodded. Your body suddenly felt so tired, your mind exhausted. A ding from the elevators brought his parents and yours forward, not giving a care that they were four over the one visitor rule in ICU.

“I didn’t see you.” The nurse tapped her nose before she bustled off up the corridor.

Paul’s parents turned to you and you gave them an exhausted but happy smile. “She said he should be fine. He’s really groggy and drowsy but he’s back with us.”

"Oh my boy," Dotty clutched her hand to her chest. Big Jim and your parents nodding in understanding as you all stepped inside.

For the next thirty minutes, the five of you sat in his room, just assuring him you were there for him, encouraging him to just rest. He'd nodded off a time or two, the grip of his hand in yours never ceasing. Then, as he was coming to, his attending doctor strolled in to check on his patient.

“Erm...” he looked around, no doubt to point out the blatant disregard for the rule of one but one look from both your dad and Jim stopped him in his tracks and he merely shook his head. “If anyone asks I never saw you.”

A smirk slipped passed your lips and you nodded. You gave Paul's hand a squeeze and stepped aside so the doctor could have a look at him.

The assessment took no more than ten or fifteen minutes, as he'd checked over vitals, sutures, bandages and behaviors and made sure Paul understood him through what they’d done in the operating theatre, Paul’s eyes growing wide as he realised the gravity of his condition. The doctor then reiterated what the nurse had said about PT and Speech Therapy as well as Vocational Therapy will be by to see him if not tonight once he was moved but in the morning for sure. He bid everyone goodbye and left you all with him again.

With the doctor gone and just you and the family around him, Paul's head rolled back on the pillow and his eyes screwed shut as he blinked back tears.

“Hey,” You gave his hand a squeeze with one of your own the other reaching up to gently touch his face, your thumb wiping away a tear. The bristle of his sudden beard, or the start of one tickling your palm. “You’re gonna be fine.” It was lame, but at that moment it was the only thing you could think of to say. There were no words to express what you were feeling, the sheer relief and hope that now consumed you felt almost alien in comparison to the sheer dark despair you’d felt over the last seven days and fourteen hours.

There was a long way to go, and you knew from everything the doctors had told you that it wouldn’t be easy but now he was awake you knew he’d make it.

Because Paul Diskant was a fighter, the most stubborn asshole you knew. The man you loved with everything you had.

With a smile, you wiped your own face and leaned over, placing the gentlest of kisses to his lips and when you moved back you saw his eyes were now bright, creased in the corner as his mouth raised in a soft smile.

**** Part 4

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