#SHE BECAME AN ADRENALINE JUNKY OVER YOU

[m00ngbin]

Bella is actually y/n personified. Wasted two hours of my life for this

[saveyourblood]

Pretty Boy - Ch 1 (Evan Buckley x Reader) (Eventual Evan Buckley x Eddie Diaz x Reader)

Summary: You can feel Buck staring. When your eyes meet his, you realize he’s staring at your hand, which is still on Eddie’s knee. You slowly retreat, which makes Buck turn his attention to your face. You smile softly. He just looks out the window. The one where you're an advanced paramedic, Buck and Eddie are firefighters, and you think you might be in love with both of them. Originally posted to AO3

Chapter Summary: Your new(ish) co-worker has a special talent: getting on your nerves.

A/N: This is such a niche story and I am desperate for validation, please tell me if you enjoyed reading! Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: Swearing (if that even counts).

You’re ending the first half of your 24-hour shift the same way you always do—dinner with the team. Well, at least that’s how you try to end the first half of your shift. Of course, that’s also assuming that both the fire and medical teams are actually at the station and not on a call.

All things considered, this probably only happens once a week, if that.

When it works out, though, it’s a good time. You already spend a lot of time in the rig with Hen and Chim, being an advanced paramedic and all. When it comes to the firefighters, though, you aren’t as well-versed, so it’s nice to have a weekly ‘getting to know you’ session. It seems like these days, it’s a 50/50 shot if they’ll make it to next week's dinner.

The firefighting crew at the 118 is a revolving door of macho men. When you first started, it was Chim, Tommy, and Sal. Chim became a paramedic, so he didn’t exactly ‘leave.’ Sal got relieved of duty, so he didn’t really have a choice. Tommy left, but for something better. Maybe it isn’t so much the job that makes people leave; maybe being a firefighter at the 118 is a stepping stone for bigger and better things.

There is one firefighter that, if he left, you wouldn’t be heartbroken. In fact, it would probably make your shifts a whole lot better.

Evan Buckley, aka ‘Buck.’ God, even thinking his name makes you want to gag a little.

He’s a decent kid, but he’s just that: a kid. He’s a Probie; he’s only been on the job for about 4 months, and no one would assume otherwise. His heart is in the right place, but his brain hasn’t caught up yet. You’re starting to fear it never will.

“I know exactly what that polite, distant smile means: she’s bored,” Chim says as he leans over the counter, pulling you right out of your thoughts and back into reality. “This woman is so far out of my league, but she’s once-in-a-lifetime… I can’t let her go.”

“Lots of fish in the sea,” Bobby, your captain, chimes in. He leans over to pull something out of the oven.

“Not with the bait he’s using,” Hen remarks as she walks by. Her arms are full of dishes to set the table with.

“Amen, sister,” you agree, hot on her heels. She gives you a small smile and hands you the plates, which you accept with a smile of your own.

“Cruel, but true,” Chim sighs. “I met her on this new dating site, just for cops and firefighters, RomancingTheUniform.com. She’s an adrenaline junkie, so foreplay is me telling her stories about running into burning buildings and jumping into icy lakes and…”

“I’m sorry, wait,” Hen interrupts, “remind me: when was the last time you ran into or jumped over anything?”

“...I embellish a little.”

“Oh, noted.”

“So is she a cop or a firefighter?” You ask.

Chim gives you a look. “Why would she be?”

“Well, you said the website is for cops and firefighters,” you repeat. “Doesn’t that make her a cop or a firefighter?”

“Okay, it’s not just cops and firefighters,” Chim cedes, “it’s also for people that want to date cops and firefighters.”

“Ohhh,” you smile, “so cops, firefighters, and badge bunnies. What could possibly go wrong?”

“I’m telling you, the uniform is a major aphrodisiac,” Chim continues as he brings a salad to the table.

“Yeah, hence the term ‘badge bunny,’” you remark.

The conversation is interrupted by one of the engines backing into the station. You probably should have noticed it was gone, but frankly, as long as your rig is in the bay safe and sound, you don’t care what the meatheads are up to.

Speaking of meatheads…

“Oh good, PB is back,” you remark sarcastically.

‘PB’, aka ‘pretty boy,’ aka Buck. You started calling him Pretty Boy his first day, and over the months, you shortened it. He jogs his way up the stairs and dips a finger in the communal spaghetti bowl. You roll your eyes and take a sip of your coffee.

“Wash your hands!” Hen scolds as she pulls the bowl out of his reach.

“What if there’d been a call?” Bobby asks as he brings the last dishes to the table.

“I was in the neighborhood!” Buck defends himself. He takes one of the plates from Bobby’s grasp, but instead of passing it around like a normal person, he starts eating the food off the plate with his dirty hands. Sometimes, you wondered if he was raised by a pack of stray dogs.

Bobby starts lecturing Buck, and you smirk with a little satisfaction. Bobby’s going to write him up, and truthfully? It’s a long time coming.

“First infraction, two more, and you’re out,” Bobby says as he steals back the plate. “Wash your hands.”

“You know, you're not helping him by going easy on him,” Chim says once Buck is out of earshot.

“He just needs a little direction,” Bobby replies.

“I’ll remind you of that when he gets us killed,” you mumble.

The alarm bells start to sound through the station. Everyone groans, including yourself. So much for dinner.

Chim decided to catch a ride with the boys in the truck, so that leaves you and Hen in the rig.

“I’m sorry, dispatch,” you say into the radio, “118 RA responding: did you say the baby is in the wall?”

“10-4, 118,” the dispatcher responds. “Caller reports hearing a baby crying in his walls.”

“Copy that, 118 RA clear,” you say before hanging the radio back up. “Well, this will be fun.”

“You think you can play nice with Buck?” Hen asks, a smirk on her face.

“Hey, I’m always nice,” you reply.

“Not to him!” She laughs. “Don’t think I didn’t see you roll your eyes the second he got back to the station.”

“I can play nice and still think he’s a raging idiot,” you defend. “Besides, since when are you his biggest fan?”

“Trust me, I’m not,” Hen chuckles. “And I love you, but you don’t know how to play nice.”

“Why be the bigger person when you can be the bigger problem?”

That remark gets a full belly laugh out of Hen. “Yeah, that sounds like you.”

Hen parks the rig behind the engine in front. The boys come pouring out immediately, grabbing various tools and equipment. You make your way to the back of the ambulance, tossing Hen her med bag before picking up your own.

You follow the rest of the crew upstairs, and before you know it, the five of you are standing in some random guy’s apartment, listening for something that probably isn’t real.

“Look, I'm telling you, I heard a baby crying,” the man says. “Someone flushed a baby down the toilet.”

Hen picks up a bong off the counter and gives the man a look.

“I’m not high.”

You both raise your eyebrows.

“Okay, I’m pretty high, but it’s Sativa,” he says. “It makes you happy. It doesn’t make you hallucinate.”

“It could’ve been a rat,” Chim shrugs. “Sometimes rats get stuck in the walls.”

You frown. At the end of his sentence, you swore you heard a cooing sound.

“Shh,” you say to everyone, walking over to the bathroom. “Did you guys hear that?”

They're hot on your heels, watching as you take your stethoscope from around your neck and put it into your ears. You place the bell on the wall and wait. When you hear nothing, you begin rapping your knuckles on the tile until you do. Once again, it’s a faint cooing sound, not unlike a baby.

You then knock your knuckles on the wall until you hear a hollow sound. You take a marker from your pants pocket and mark an ‘x’ over it, knowing the space behind it is hollow. You take the stethoscope out from your ears.

“We need to open up this wall,” you say, pointing to the ‘x.’

“No, we’re being punked,” Chim disagrees. “It’s a tape recorder or something.”

“Maybe not,” Hen says, stepping forward. “Maybe a mother gives birth on the toilet and flushes it.”

“Okay, first of all, that's awful,” Chim says. “Second, do you know how pipes work?”

“If the baby is premature, its bones can bend and compress like sponges,” Bobby mentions. “We need to get in there.”

“Stand back, I got this!” Buck says, swinging his fire axe over his shoulder.

He runs up towards the wall with full intentions of swinging. Hen and Chim move out of the way and shout while Bobby tries to grab him. Ultimately, you’re the one to stop him, and you do it by placing both hands on the axe.

“Hey! Did you even stop to consider that you might hit a baby?!” You shout, adrenaline pumping through your bloodstream.

Buck just stares at you with wide eyes.

“Yeah, didn’t think so,” you spat, pushing the axe out of the way.

“Buck, go get the saw,” Bobby directs.

“Try to find some common sense while you’re down there,” you call after Buck as he walks out.

“Nice catch,” Bobby says, looking at you.

“How nice of me to save the baby from one of the LAFD’s finest first responders,” you reply bitterly.

You can’t help but look at Hen, who quickly looks away. Her avoidance gives you a small sense of victory because this? This shit right here? This is why you can’t play nice with Buck. His head is screwed on backward, and it can get people killed. Playing nice isn’t going to fix that.

Thankfully, Bobby takes the saw from Buck once he brings it up. He makes a few small cuts in the wall before he and the other boys are pulling at the drywall. They quickly expose a massive pipe running behind the toilet.

“That thing is huge,” you remark to Hen.

“It probably connects a bunch of the toilets in the units above this one,” Hen returned.

“So… even with the water turned off…” you start, a sense of dread filling your stomach.

“If someone above us flushes the toilet, it could drown the baby,” Hen finishes. Almost before she finishes the sentence, she’s running into the hall, yelling for people not to flush their toilets. The boys make a few cuts into the pipe, and in no time, they’re taking it to the floor.

“Guys, I can see the head,” you say, joining them on the floor.

They make a few more cuts until the pipe is one straight segment.

“Get the head out,” Chim instructs.

“Yeah, you gotta push from below,” Buck chimes in.

You try that, but the baby isn’t moving. You look to the corner, then at Buck.

“Bring me the defibrillator,” you instruct clearly.

Buck scrambles over, picking up the case.

“Just the lube, Buck,” you rephrase, but he’s already coming back with the whole thing.

“Take it, take it,” Buck says, passing it off to you.

You let out a frustrated sigh before grabbing the lube out and tossing the rest of it to the side. You pour some lube on the baby’s head, then down by its feet.

“Work that in,” you tell Chim.

You move your index finger around the circumference of the pipe, brushing the baby’s legs with lubricant as you do so. Then, you gently apply pressure to its feet, and slowly, you can feel it move forward.

“This is gonna be a scoop and run,” you mumble.

“Hen, get the ambulance ready,” Bobby tells her. You’re not sure when she got back, but when you look up again, she’s gone again.

Slowly, the baby’s head emerges from the pipe, and the rest of her body follows.

“She’s not breathing,” you quickly note, “starting CPR.”

You place your index and middle finger in the center of the baby’s chest and press down fast and hard. “Looks like her airway’s obstructed.”

“Buck, get the bulb syringe,” Chim demands. A few seconds pass. “Buck, come on!”

“I’m coming!” Buck barks back, clearly in a panic.

“Come on, pretty girl,” you say quietly as you continue compressions. “Come on, sweetheart.”

Buck returns with the bulb syringe and uses it, but it doesn’t help.

“Dammit,” you curse. “You’ll have to try a blind finger sweep.”

Buck looks at you, then Chimney, then the baby, then back at you. “Me?”

“You gotta learn somehow,” you remark. “It’s easy: just turn her head to the side, curl your pinkie, and see if you can scoop anything out.”

Buck is hesitant initially, but he eventually does as you tell him. It takes a few seconds, but he manages to clear the obstruction, and the baby begins crying. Everyone laughs with relief.

“Let’s get her wrapped up,” you say, reaching for a towel.

The four of you rush down the hall, you with the baby in your arms. The pit in your stomach returns.

“No one held the elevator?!” you yell.

“Dammit,” Chim curses.

“Give her to me,” Buck says, nodding to the stairs.

You stare at him.

“Come on, I’m twice as fast,” Buck pleads.

“Screw this up, and I’ll kill you,” you threaten before carefully handing her over.

Buck takes off down the stairs, but you follow after. There’s only so much that can happen in a few flights of stairs, but you aren’t willing to risk it.

“I got you,” Buck says to the baby, “you’ll be okay.”

A faint smile crosses your face. Maybe Buck isn’t so terrible after all.

“Come on, move it!” Buck shouts as you both make it out of the lobby and out to the rig.

You climb into the ambulance with him, but before either of you can even sit down, you hear someone yelling to wait. It’s not just anyone: it’s LAPD Sergeant Grant, or as you’ve heard Hen calls her, Athena.

“Wait, is that the mother?” Buck says, looking at the young woman with blood-stained pants in someone’s arms. “Yo, screw her! Look what she did!”

Never mind. Buck is still terrible.

“Sit down and shut up!” You yell at Buck. “This is not your call! She is a child, and she’s bleeding out!”

“Look what she did!” Buck repeated.

“Come on, let’s get her up here,” you say to Athena and the man carrying the young girl, disregarding Buck’s protests.

Bobby and Chim made it down, so they help haul the young girl up into the rig. Chim stays at the head while Bobby sits next to Buck, the spot you were about to sit in mere moments ago.

“If this baby dies, it’s on you,” Buck says, staring at Athena.

“Stop talking, Evan,” you snap as someone closes the ambulance doors.

Using his actual name seems to shut him up.

“What’s your name, honey?” You ask the baby’s mother as you cut away her shirt to place EKG leads.

“Marika,” she whispers. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“I know you’re scared, Marika, but you just have to keep breathing for me, okay?” you say. “My friend Howie is going to start an IV so we can give you fluids and medication. You’re bleeding a lot, so I have to do what’s called a fundal exam, okay? I have to press on your stomach to make sure your uterus is contracting back down normally.”

She stares at you, eyes filled with tears, before eventually nodding.

Using one hand to stabilize over the pubis, you begin pressing down the other into Marika’s stomach, a few fingerbreadths below her belly button. She lets out a few whimpers. You don’t feel the fundus, or the top of the uterus, like you should.

“Marika, you’re bleeding a lot because your uterus isn’t contracting. I have to make it contract by doing a fundal massage. It won’t feel that good, but it could save your life.”

Once again, Marika looks at you before nodding. This time, she closes her eyes.

Using firm and consistent pressure, you push one hand down where the fundus should be and make small circles. Marika lets out a few more cries of pain. You notice that, after a few minutes, the bleeding starts to slow, and her uterus firms up beneath your hands.

“Hospital ETA 5 minutes, hang in,” Hen chimes in from the ambulance's cab.

“Something’s wrong,” Buck says, staring at the baby in his arms.

You quickly move over to him. “Put her in your lap so I can see.”

Buck listens, moving away the towel so you can look at the baby. She’s cyanosed around the lips. You flip open a compartment and pull out the neonatal ambu bag. You hand it to Bobby, and you don’t even have to tell him to start bagging.

“I’m so sorry,” Marika says. “Is she gonna be okay?”

Bobby squeezes the bag every other second, delivering a breath to the baby. Her color is starting to look better, but she isn’t very responsive.

“Here, let me try something,” you say.

You gently pick up the baby and set it on Marika’s bare chest. After a few moments, the baby begins to move and cry out.

“Oh my god, why did that work?” Marika asks, wrapping her hands around her baby.

“Skin-to-skin can help babies regulate bodily functions, like temperature and breathing,” you reply as you place a towel over them.

You look over to the men sitting next to you. Bobby gives you a nod, and Buck avoids eye contact, but you can tell that he’s pissed. Fuck him, he doesn’t know his head from his ass anyways.

Once the rig pulls into the ambulance bay, you and Chim help the ER staff get the gurney out of the ambulance. Bobby and Buck follow suit, only Buck tries to follow them into the hospital. Bobby stops him before he does.

Bobby gives Buck some lecture about how we did our jobs, and now it’s their turn; it’s the speech every overly excited first responder gets at least once at the start of their career.

A cop car pulls up, and Athena comes out. She clearly found the person she was looking for, because she starts yelling at Buck.

“You do not get to choose who lives and who dies,” she lectures.

“Really? Because I was under the impression that kind of was my job,” Buck retorts.

You could seriously slap him.

“That mother was no less of a child than her baby,” Athena continues yelling, pointing a finger at the hospital. “You’re gonna get someone killed.”

“Well, maybe, but not today,” Buck says with a cocky head tilt.

You laugh humorlessly. “You know what, Pretty Boy?” you say, turning to Buck.

Fuck it. Bobby won’t put him in his place, and Athena isn’t allowed to, so you take matters into your own hands, literally.

Before you even fully comprehend what you’re doing, you’re wrapping a hand around Buck’s throat and pushing him against the ambulance. You aren’t choking him, but you don’t move your hand because keeping it there is your only leverage.

“I’m getting real tired of this tough guy bullshit,” you growl, your face only an inch from his. He’s quite a bit taller than you, but when you bounced him off the rig, his footing faltered, so he’s crouched at your eye level. “You wanna get real, Evan? You didn’t do a goddamn thing today except get in the way. While we were busy saving lives, you were shitting your pants and dropping the ball, not exactly what a tough guy is supposed to do.”

“Okay, enough,” Bobby says, trying to break it up. You’re far from finished, though.

You move your hand from his neck, but only so you can point it in his face. “You aren’t a god — you don’t decide who lives! You didn’t even save a life today: we did, because you kept fucking up. And if you keep fucking up like you did today, you definitely will kill someone, and your little jokes and midday booty calls and your shitty little grin won’t change that!”

Bobby ends up physically pulling you away while Athena makes some room between the two of you.

“Aren’t you going to arrest her or something?” Buck says, rubbing his neck. “She assaulted me!”

“She didn’t say anything that wasn’t true,” Athena counters. “I promise you, Buckley, the next time you screw up? It’ll be your last.”

Athena casts Bobby a glance before she walks away.

“You,” Bobby says, looking at Buck, “in the truck. Now.”

You start to walk over to the passenger’s side of the cab when Bobby calls after you.

“I want you in my office the second we get back,” He orders.

You clench your jaw. “Yes Captain.”

Ch 2

[blueberrypancakesworld]

What kinks/fetishes Saw character would have

Warning : minors don't interact/read, smut/kinks, they all have a female partner

Characters : Mark Hoffman, Lawrence Gordon, Adam Stanheight, Amanda Young, Peter Strahm, Eric Matthews

Info : Again something for Saw and what can I say exept. Have fun reading like I had my fun writting it ;)

masterlist

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Mark Hoffmann

Degradation = He would love to degrade his partner in a game for small mistakes or when she teases him at work. The way his knuckles turn white when he imagines what he would do. As soon as they are alone and he takes her, whispering in her ear in a harsh voice and reproaching her for what she has done wrong. Knowing that with every word she tightens around his cock and wants more

°,,Did I fuck you stupid? That's what happens when you want the attention of all men...a slut gets what she deserves"

Gun Play = He had tried it with prostitutes but they were all unwilling, unlike his partner who couldn't get enough of the adrenaline. The way the cold metal moved over her body and he drew in his breath sharply when he was sent a video of her fucking herself with his gun unlocked. He loved it when she let her tongue glide over the dark metal before he pressed her onto the knees in front of him.

°,,Show me how much you want my cock sweetie"

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Lawrence Gordon

Medical play = A relationship between a doctor and his nurse a fantasy and a game that Lawrence and his partner had realized. Whether directly in the hospital in storage rooms or in longer sessions at home or in hotels. He loved it when she whimpered, he performed a routine examination on her and loved to stand over her.

°,,Spread your legs wider for me sweetheart would you?

Oral = More of a position than anything else but since he had lost his foot and his movements were choppy, especially at the beginning, it was almost painful which made sex more complicated. Which is why oral satisfaction became almost a daily thing for him and his partner. He loved it when she knelt in front of him, they kissed beforehand and she let her hands wander over his sore flesh before she opened his pants. In return, he lifted her onto his desk and, like the doctor he was, took care of his patients.

°,,Let me comfort you since you spoil me like this let me pleasure you"

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Adam Stanheight

Photography = He would love to take photos and videos of you with or without her consent. He would snap and record intimate moments when she was changing her clothes, in the shower or when he was having sex with her. Watching her fall apart around him, her tear-stained face or her fingers wrapped around his cock and taking pictures of the blush on his cheeks. He loved looking at the photos of her developing at the end, praising her and running his fingers over her body. While she snuggled up to him and praised him before they both ended up in a mountain of photos and he took them.

°,,Fuck look at this next time I'll make a whole collage baby"

Teasing = Initially not wanting to admit how much he likes it, Adam gets all the more whiny and whimpering when his partner teases him. Be it during the day with pictures, her extra short skirt or her hand on his body. At the end of the day, he would press himself against her and ask her permission why she was teasing him like that before directing him to bed, but he would only become more of a babbling, whining, pleading wrag.

°,,Ah-please-please baby finally touch me I'll do anything just please"

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Amanda Young

°Pain Play = She is a recovering and former junkie. She had suffered a lot of pain in her life and with John's teachings something had changed in the way she felt. It seemed like the pain she could finally inflict on others was getting better and better. Which is why she was careful with her partner to a certain extent, of course, but when she drew the knife or the hoe across her loved one's skin and heard the sound of it was her favorite. When she could run her fingers over the wounds and spread the blood on her girlfriend's body or try it herself.

°,,Shhh I know you can do a little more my love"

Leather = The feeling of leather shackles, panties, tops, pants, etc. She likes how it feels even better to wear it herself and to see it on her partner. It always seemed to be a big part of her life and she wouldn't give that up now. Instead, she went on several shopping trips with her sweetheart to buy the perfect outfits. To try them on in front of each other and make a strip show out of it.

°,,Look at you my beautiful girlfriend"

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Peter Strahm

Handcuffs = One thing he does bring home from his job are handcuffs. He loves to tie you to the bed with them. to see how you try to get loose while he takes you and can't do it. Tying your hands behind your back while you ride him and he holds you by your hips. Then kisses your maltreated wrists lovingly and tells you how good you were.

°,,Only bad girls get tied to the bed...but you're my good girl aren't you?"

Humping = He would love to have you on his lap after a long day's work and watch you whimpering against him. Giving you gentle kisses and playing with the strands of your hair - his big rough hands on your hips, directing you sweetly and painfully. Before he turns to you in praise after you have almost come crying and he takes care of you completely.

°,,That's it just a little bit more so it's good darling"

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Eric Matthews

Daddy kink = He didn't have a son for nothing, didn't become so bossy for nothing and didn't become a cop for nothing. It gives him a sense of power and excitement to hear his darling call him that. At first it's just fun flirting, but as soon as the door to the bedroom closes, it's just the two of them.

°,,You'll be good for daddy, won't you? You will, sugar, I know it"

Praise kink = He wants to hear how good he is and he needs to hear how good he is. Whether it's small gestures, the moans of his loved ones or whole sentences. Eric loves it when he knows that he is good for his sweetie, that he is doing everything right and it only makes him even more energized and proud when she praises him.

°,,How good am I? One more and I'm all yours"

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@slut4hoffman , @thatonebeetchthatisirrelevant , @lola-max-sugar @megustadilf , @capan-deveraux2 , @horrorxgorewhore

[ashsfandomcorner]

Face to my face by EtoileGarden

Fandom: 9-1-1

Ship: Buck/Eddie

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Status: Complete

Words: 46,523

Site: AO3

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Summary:

“Is your birthmark genetic?” Bobby asked, raising his eyebrow at Buck over the salami he was slicing. “Does it match one of your parents?” Buck spoke through the slice of salami he’d snuck into his mouth. “Nah,” he said. “I’m the first.” “Maybe your kids will have it,” Hen suggested. “If you end up having kids.” “Poor kids,” Chim said, patted Buck on the back. “I can not imagine that was a kind birthmark to wear during school. Kids are mean.” Buck tried to laugh it off. Was filled with the cold memory of his classmates teasing him. He’d managed to bluster his way into popularity as a teenager - once he’d shot up and became broad in all the right places. But before that? “Maddie - my sister - she always said I looked cool,” he said in an attempt at bravado. “I think - I think - I was fine.”

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Sneak Peak:

Cassandra sighed again. “I thought she was Mikey’s,” she said again. “Mikey didn’t really want a kid, but he was willing to raise his own. Not someone else’s.”  Buck lifted his eyes back to Cassandra. Confused. “So I’m giving her up,” Cassandra said. “I haven’t named her. I just wanted to - like I said, make it clear in the paperwork. So she can have access to things like family medical history.” Buck’s brain wasn’t computing.  “And,” Cassandra continued. “I guess also - I know this is a long shot, considering that you’re kind of a - an adrenaline junkie frat boy - but if she’s yours, you could have full custody. Rather than putting her into the system.” Buck considered, for half a moment, explaining to Cassandra how he was not in fact an adrenaline junkie frat boy anymore, as much as he enjoyed his adrenaline filled job, and drinking, he had evolved - but it wasn’t worth it. Too long a story. Too obvious what he had to do.  “Okay,” he said again. “Uh - let’s go do the test, and then, I - yeah - let’s do the full custody. I’ll take her.” 

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Link:

Face to my face by EtoileGarden

[amputeewomen]

Magical amputee

In the heart of a bustling metropolis, where the hum of the city blended with the whispers of the unseen, lived two friends bound by a secret—the existence of magic. Ashley, a spirited urban explorer with an unquenchable thirst for adrenaline, had always been fascinated by the covert world of spells and enchantments her friend Mia, a modern-day mage, navigated with ease.

Mia, with her cool demeanor and an apartment cluttered with arcane books and technological gadgets, had long promised to introduce Ashley to the art of magic, a promise that had been postponed by the chaos of city life. It wasn't until one seemingly ordinary afternoon, in Mia's high-rise sanctuary, that the promise would be demanded in an unexpected way.

Eager to showcase a newly mastered spell, Mia inadvertently altered the course of their lives. With a few whispered incantations and a misplaced flick of her wrist, she cast a transmutation spell that, to their shock, left Ashley with only one leg. The other had vanished, spirited away by forces they could barely comprehend. The sophisticated aluminum forearm crutches that Ashley now had to rely on felt cold and unyielding—a far cry from the freedom she was accustomed to.

Anger bubbled within Ashley, a fiery contrast to the cool, steel touch of her new supports. "Mia," she said, her voice sharp as a blade, "you better make this right. Teach me magic, for real this time. I want to be able to fix this myself."

Mia, her confidence shaken, knew the weight of her responsibility. The spell wouldn't reverse for four weeks, a period that felt like a lifetime to Ashley. Mia agreed, her guilt fueling a newfound determination to fulfill her overdue promise.

And so, amidst the glow of neon lights and the endless thrum of city life, Ashley began her journey into the world of magic. It was no easy task; the arcane books were dense, filled with esoteric knowledge that twisted the tongue and boggled the mind. Mia guided her through ancient spells, teaching her the delicate balance between the mystical and the mundane.

With each passing day, Ashley's frustration turned to fascination. She learned to harness her inner energy, to manipulate the elements, and to understand the language of the universe. The crutches, once a symbol of her limitation, became a part of her learning, as she used them in her magical exercises, balancing and moving with a grace she hadn't known before.

Ashley's anger faded, replaced by a sense of empowerment and an appreciation for Mia's world. The accident had been a catalyst for growth, pushing her into realms she had only dreamed of. By the time the four weeks had passed and her leg returned as if by magic—because, of course, it was—Ashley had transformed. She was no longer just an adrenaline junkie urban explorer; she was a mage in her own right, a master of her own story.

As for Mia, she had learned the gravest lesson of all—the consequences of her actions in the tapestry of fate. But she had also gained a true equal, a partner in magic, and their bond had grown unbreakable.

Together, Ashley and Mia stepped into the future, a future where magic and the metropolitan were intertwined, and their adventures were just beginning.

As the moon crested over the skyline of the city, Ashley and Mia, now comrades in the mystical arts, ventured beyond the concrete jungle to a place where modern GPS maps faltered and the ley lines of the old world held sway. There, cloaked by the lush embrace of the wild, lay the ruins of an ancient magical civilization, whispered about in obscure tomes and hushed tones in the backrooms of esoteric bookshops.

The ruins, remnants of a bygone era where magic flowed as freely as water, were said to contain a pool—a sanctum of pure mana, unspoiled by time. With the night sky as their canopy, the pair navigated the underbrush until the ruins rose before them, bathed in the silver light of the moon. Vines clung to weathered stone, and the air was thick with the power that pulsed through the remnants of archaic spells.

The pool, nestled at the heart of the ruins, glimmered like a jewel in the night. It was said that the waters were infused with the essence of the earth's veins, capable of rejuvenating the magic within any who bathed in its depths.

With a shared glance, Ashley and Mia shed the trappings of the city and entered the waters. The pool embraced Ashley, its magic compensating for her temporary loss, allowing her to swim with a freedom that defied her condition. The water was not just a physical balm but a wellspring of arcane energy that soaked into their very beings, replenishing the mana that flowed through their veins.

As they swam, the boundaries between them, once defined by mentor and pupil, blurred into something more profound. Laughter echoed off the ancient stones, a sound as timeless as the magic that surrounded them. In the water, under the gaze of the constellations that had witnessed millennia pass, they found themselves drawn to each other by a force as natural and powerful as the ley lines beneath their feet.

The water seemed to recognize the burgeoning bond, glowing with a soft luminescence that reflected the light of their souls. And in that moment, Ashley considered the possibility of prolonging her magical ailment. The thought of remaining an amputee, if it meant continuing to explore the depths of this newfound connection with Mia, wasn't as daunting as it once might have been. The transformation had, after all, led her here—to magic, to Mia, to a love she hadn't anticipated.

Their time in the pool was both an eternity and a fleeting instant, a paradox befitting the mystique of the ruins. When they finally emerged, it was with a sense of renewal, both in magic and in heart. The crutches, which lay beside the pool, seemed less like a shackle and more like a bridge—a bridge that had carried Ashley to this point in her journey.

The ruins, once silent and waiting, now played host to the whispers of a new story, one that intertwined Ashley and Mia's destinies. As they left the sanctity of the pool and the embrace of the ancient stones, they carried with them the warmth of shared affection and the quiet promise of tomorrow's magic.

The city awaited their return, a canvas for their adventures, both arcane and intimate. But the ruins and the pool remained, a testament to their journey, ready to welcome them back whenever they sought the tranquility and power found in its waters. The magic of the place had woven itself into their tale, a thread of the old world in the tapestry of the new, binding them together in ways they were only just beginning to understand.

[arthur-side]

@lee1504 don't pretend you didn't just make a masterpiece and didn't think a certain someone would make another one as well using the same prompt you used because they saw you/aff

@primalmagic hi Isa I went insane

A Surprise

A Benlor Coffee Shop AU where the Clark cousins are in the middle of making the new building

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Hopping down the stone steps was Taylor, happily humming to herself as she held a piece of paper tightly, grinning ear to ear. Her eyes brightened further when she spotted Ashlyn and Logan, speeding up to get to them before they got to the other side of the street and the traffic light separated them. It happened before, and she will not let it happen again.

“Lo! Ash!” She called, jogging at the siblings. Logan jumped and almost lost balance while Ashlyn casually turned to her, giving her a small smile.

Logan’s grandparents had been struggling with their health lately and were now resting in a hospital, so during that, the Banners technically adopted Logan as their own, legally even if his grandparents finally let them gain full custody over him. Taylor was sympathizing at the fact that Logan’s relatives were going to leave him for good again, but she was glad Ashlyn and her parents were kind enough to accept him as their own.

“Taylor!” Logan huffed, hitting Ashlyn’s leg with his own as she snickered. Ashlyn reciprocated. Logan's pouting wasn’t what Taylor expected, but at least he was more likely to express himself proudly.

“Taylor.” Ashlyn echoed, raising an eyebrow at her, “You look happier than usual, what happened?”

Oh, she can’t wait to tell them what happened.

“Well, I got accepted to collaborate with a company that I’ve always idolized! Can’t you believe that?!” She twisted and hopped around, beaming so brightly she might have just been the sun.

“Oh~?” Logan tilted his head, hair flinging as a few cars passed by, almost getting smacked in the face by Ashlyn’s braid. “Damn it-” Taylor snorted.

“Anyways,” Ashlyn looked between Taylor and Logan, “Care to tell the story at the coffee shop the Clark cousin started?”

Taylor blinked, huh.

She hadn’t heard much from the two cousins these past few days, their hangout week got canceled a lot in between those, so realizing they’d been using their time to build a coffee shop together really caught her off guard. Also, why wasn’t she informed of this?

“Why wasn’t I…?” Taylor’s smile slightly falter, pointed at herself as she gripped on the paper tighter. Logan and Ashlyn looked at each other, smirked, and chuckled. Taylor’s gaze went back and forth between the two, confused.

“Because Ben wanted to surprise you,” Logan explained, “You lovebirds really need to do your own thing and not drag the entire gang with it, girl.” Taylor blushed at the comment.

“Well okay now-” “I’m going.” Ashlyn turns a full 160 degrees and started walking at the pavement. Logan and Taylor stopped bickering as they quickly followed suit.

It became a tradition, really. Ashlyn usually walks away in a conversation if she realizes they were wasting time affectionately, and the others just follow her, even Tyler! She really is the leader, after all.

Well, now that she thought about it, does Tyler know-?

“Oh, and Tyler knows about the coffee shop, by the way.” Ashlyn interrupted her train of thoughts. The girl’s not only a badass leader, she’s also a mind reader! Ah!

“So am I the only one who doesn’t know of this?” Taylor asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

The siblings said in sync. Taylor deflated.

“Buuuuuut,” Logan started again, “It’s because we were doing a little special thing for you!” He turned around to face them as he threw his left hand out towards the sign behind him, reading “Adrenaline Junkie”. That sounds so Aiden.

“C’mon,” Logan grabbed Taylor’s wrist, re balanced the boxes he’s holding with one hand, and dragged her into the work-in-progress building. “Something’s waiting for ya!”

“Logan-!” Taylor almost fell out of balance as the abruptly stopped. She hits over someone, making her yelp.

She quickly backed away, embarrassed. “I’m sorry sir-”

“Hi Taylor!” She perks up from the familiar voice of her brother, turning her head to him who’s currently holding a hammer his free hand on his hips. “You bumped into Ben, by the way.”

Taylor snapped her head back in front of her, now recognizing the familiar gray shirt. “Oh-!”

“[Congrats?]” An AI, monotone voice suddenly erupted, Taylor looked at his phone, blinking a few times, then got swallowed in confusion.

Why is everyone here? What is this place? Why did they all not tell her?

“I’ve told them about your proposal of volunteering to collaborate with that company, they only wanted to support you, Taylor.”

Oh.

Well…That was quite unexpected, Taylor’s questions have been mostly answered, but the question regarding why they’re making a coffee shop is still lingering to her.

Tyler placed a hand on her shoulder, “So, were you accepted?” He asked softly. Taylor stiffled a laugh and a sob.

“Yes. Yes I did.”

The room erupted with cheers, all from her friends, her family. Aiden handed out coffees to everyone then held his own high. “Cheers to Taylor!” He announced, and Taylor laughed.

It’s…So comforting, so warm, this really made her entire week. She then held her own coffee high, and the rest followed.

Her eye captured a glimpse of a certain karaoke machine at one of the counters.

The karaoke machine she fixed for Ben even when he couldn’t use it.

[trash-tzar]

27, 29 and 30 for both your Rooks!

Oh man you have given me a great set of questions to simply Never Shut Up about so prep for some paragraphs

27: What was their life like before the events of Veilguard?

Shayne Mercar was a slave in Ventus, and spent a lot of her childhood getting trained in like Classical Magical Technique and higher level magic theory so she could be the Best Magical Weapon Ever. She really only had her sister Camilia who escaped out to the east (and became my Ingelvar!) When she was 7, and Shayne escaped out west and changed her name from Servilia to Shayne when she was like 15. I like to pretend Dorian scooped her up and helped her to Minrathous on his way back from Skyhold and helped the SD's find her a family (the Mercars) and a cover story (the backstory a Mercar very quickly and over complicatedly explains to Tarquin) Then she busted heads for the Shadow Dragons until Veilguard :)

Lucille de Riva is a Real Genuine De Riva. Her mom was some Orlesian courtier who rolled up to Antiva when Lucy was like? 3ish? And said "hey I don't want this its your problem now" and the king was like "ugh I don't want to pay for another Bastard In Exile and she can't exactly make a choice so. Actually it's Viago's problem now! Off to the Crows!" So Viago raised her for awhile (he was Bad At It godbless) until she started Crow training and she doesn't really. Remember that much from before training. So Viago has decided she's safer thinking she's an Honorary de Riva and she was holding a grudge cause he wouldn't train her but it's just cause he's a softie :)

29: If you could choose a different faction for your Rook, which one would they have joined and why?

Shayne's is interesting because. My first instinct is Mourn Watch. Cause I got really into Nevarra while reading Tevinter Nights and thought about tweaking her backstory so she escaped out there, but I ended up making her a sister to do that since I was so attached to Shayne's og backstory. She probably almost got sold off to the Crows a few times since we know magisters will dump talented but worthless to them slaves on the Crows for Lots Of Money, so I guess the Crows because she's talented but almost completely unmanageable. Made the altus' life as difficult as possible.

Lucille......... Lucy what would u be up to........... maybe the Lords of Fortune? Shes an adrenaline junkie so that might have been her thing if her mom didn't dump her in Antiva. I could also see her getting a little too cocky and ending up getting Blighted and Viago goes "absolutely not you are getting Warden-ed no dying on me" and she conscripts and has to get it together a little. Yeah I think definitely the Warden one she would HATE it but it would be narratively fulfilling.

30: What's your favorite thing about your Rook?

Shayne is an extremely talented and classically well educated mage. She simply chooses to use unrefined raw magic with an orb and dagger stance for fun. She defaults to physical violence and must be coerced into using the fancy shit. If She Went To Hogwarts She Would Use Physical Violence. Also after Dorian helped her get to Minrathous and they got found family-ed their favorite gag is Dorian bringing Shayne important places (both as a magister and the archon) and introducing this scrappy elf woman as his niece. They never offer any explanation the other important people's reaction is too funny.

Lucy is VERY much Viago's sister. They have the same dry humor and judgemental tsk tsk attitude and some crazy emotional constipation. Teia makes fun of them cause when they stand next to each other they have the same stance. The main difference is that Lucille loves causing problems on purpose. Sets fires just cause it'll piss Viago off etc. It's incredibly fortuitous that the demon sharing her boyfriend's body is Spite they get along so well. That's her boyfriend AND her best friend.

[zagreuses-toast]

I've been noticing that, in like fic and analysis and stuff, sometimes people paint yaz as an adrenaline junkie who loves travelling with the doctor for the thrill and danger of it, and that she will throw caution to the wind or take risky gambles for the rush of it paying off. I don't 100% agree with that interpretation of her, but I think I know why it happens.

Number one: she's very much a mirror to the doctor, and the doctor is often painted as an adrenaline junkie who can't stand boringness and is sorta hooked to the danger of her lifestyle (which, yeah, she is, especially 13 with her tendency to taunt villains)

And number two: the other big doctor mirror, Clara, was 100% painted as an adrenaline junkie who gambled with her own life (and lost). And it's easy to portray yaz similarly, because they go through similar (but very different) arcs of becoming more doctor like.

Imo Yaz is much more into the travelling and saving the day for the responsibility of it all, for feeling useful and capable and good. Her complaining about not having more interesting jobs as a cop wasn't her wanting more danger, it was her wanting more responsibility, she wanted to be important and helpful (that's the entire reason she became a cop, to help people like she was helped). And that's reflected in her arc, what she wants out of travelling with the doctor and what she gets out of becoming The Doctor. She learns to fly the TARDIS, she becomes capable and confident, able to hold her own in the past and lead her own companions. and in the end she rescues the Doctor herself with a plan SHE came up with, and she can help bystanders too (I love the blink and you'll miss it moment in potd where she's helping injured people on the space train).

To bring back the Clara parallel, because I like looking at our two big "become the doctor" arcs next to each other. Clara also got what she wanted/idolized in The Doctor out of her arc, she got the bravery and the boldness, and the ability to bluff and cheat and gamble. And the rush of the freedom of time travel. But I don't think she ever learned how to fly the doctors tardis, because that wasn't what she needed.

Tbh I think their different approaches to being/travelling with The Doctor can be summarized with Clara's "I do have a hobby, it's you by the way" vs yaz introducing herself via her title to dan and vinder (former pc with hallamshire police)

To Clara it's a game, a hobby, a thrilling way to live. To yaz its a calling, a profession, a life's mission. (Although, she definitely has issues with losing herself in that job at her mental/physical expense. Ex: her self neglect over that ten months trying to learn how to use the TARDIS and save the doctor )

[backtothefanfiction]

Circus!Peter Parker x Reader Imagine

Okay, so I just saw a video on tiktok of these two circus kids practicing a new routine together and it got my brain thinking. But I don’t have the time or capacity to fully write it as a whole story. However if I don’t at least get the idea roughly out of my head, it’s just gonna keep growing and distracting me from the writing I should be doing. So here’s a quick little bullet point headcanon type story. Enjoy

It wasn’t unusual for those in the circus to fall in love. After all, when you spent most of your time travelling from one town and city to the next, it’s difficult to meet new people.

His Mother was an acrobat. His Father was a strong man. From an early age he showed a strength like his Father, but had a nimbleness and skill similar to his Mother, making him perfect for the trapeze. A real adrenaline junky he was swinging around and hanging off of the many ropes and strings attached to the roof of the big top from the age of 4.

You however, were not born of the circus. An orphan, left abandoned as a babe in a basket around the back of one of the tents, swaddled in bright fabrics from the clowns act, to be found by the costume designer and raised as her own. She had been a middle aged woman who had not found love but always longed for a child.

You loved to pop into the towns and cities with her, scouting through fabric shop after fabric shop for pretty, colourful fabrics for the performers costumes.

You loved to watch from the curtains every night as they donned your Mother’s creations and put on a show for the crowds to oooh and ahhh.

You can still remember the first time they let him perform. There were small gasps from the audience as they saw him emerge from the curtains to stand in the middle of the ring. He was only a year or so older than you. You watched carefully, stomach in your mouth, as he swung from one trapeze to the next, without a net, until he was on a tiny platform, way up high in the big top. You could only stare, as he fastened his wrist to a looped bit of fabric before he took a small hop and leap off of the platform. It was like he was flying as he swung around the room, twisting and turning his body until he was slowly lowered back to the ground. The crowd erupted in a way you had never heard before and you knew it had changed you.

From that day on, you would sneak off to watch his rehearsals as he practiced under his Mothers experience gaze. Neither of them seemed to realise you were there at first, watching from the edge of the tent. But as the days went on and the weather changed you found yourself growing bolder and bolder as you stepped further and further into the tent.

It didn’t take long until they noticed you then. His Mother growing frustrated as he became distracted by you. She watched you closely too. Kept an eye on how your eyes watched him swing back and forth in the big top.

“Would you like to have a go?” His Mother came over and asked you. You weren’t quite sure. Making an excuse to leave, telling her you’d have to check with your Mother.

You avoided that tent for a few days after that. But things quickly changed when his Mother came and found you instead. She knocked on your Mother’s trailer door late one night when you should have been sleeping. Your ear listing at the curtain that divided the small bedroom you had, only big enough for a single bed, and the main living area of the trailer. It didn’t take much convincing for Peter’s Mother to talk your Mother around into letting you have a go. After all, your Mother wasn’t stupid; she’d seen the drawings you’d been doing lately, knew exactly where you had been going.

The following afternoon, your Mother asked you to walk with her into town for some new fabric. She instead walked you to that big top where Peter was already doing stretches.

From then on, his Mother taught you both all that she could do. She began choreographing routines for you. He to be dressed as Peter Pan, you to be dressed as Wendy. When the two of you performed, you had the audience eating out of the palm of your hands.

That all changed though one stormy night as the whole troop packed up the tents and began to make their way to the next town. However, Peter and his family never arrived. The storm had made leaf covered autumn roads slippy and they crashed their car into a tree. His parents died on impact and Peter, the lone survivor of the crash, protected by the head on collision in the backseat, was sent by the police to live with his next of kin; an Aunt and Uncle who belonged to a different touring circus, the other side of the country.

16 YEARS LATER…

Both of you had continued to perform, cherishing the memories of your youth and the start you had in the business. Childhood friends torn apart, forever wishing the best for the other, despite knowing they’d never likely see each other again.

You barely thought about him these days as you decided to head to a circus convention in Las Vegas where you met a fire eater named Harry. He had been instantly mesmerised by you as you performed in a beautiful bedazzled costume made of scraps of red, orange and gold. He thought you looked like literal fire as you twisted around the set up performance space and he knew he had to have you.

The two of you talked for hours that week. He was passionate and handsome and although you wouldn’t say it was love at first sight, you’d definitely say it was lust.

When the week came to an end he managed to convince you to go back to his troop with him. They had space for a female acrobatics performer, their last one having to step down due to being pregnant. It was one of the reasons Harry had been sent to the convention in the first place. To find a replacement.

You figured you could do with a change of crowd, a different kind of scenery and so you packed up your camper van and the two of you drove back east to meet up with his troop.

You almost didn’t recognise him at first. He was older, taller, his body leaner. His hair that had been a mousey brown as a kid had grown darker, but as you entered that tent that first day to introduce yourself and practice, you quickly realised who he was.

Peter hadn’t needed a moment to recognise you. He’d realised who you were the second you’d driven into camp and gotten out of your van. He hadn’t dared approach you though, especially when he saw how you draped yourself over Harry- and why wouldn’t you. Tall, dark and handsome in his leather jacket. Daring and enticing with his skills. Peter had seen Harry’s act multiple times, seen the way he played with fire like it was nothing. It was like honey to the bees. All of the girls screaming and crying over him like he was the member of some boyband.

“Hey, I’m-“ you froze, one hand still held out as he walked towards you.

“Hello Y/N.” He smiled back at you.

“Peter?!” You practically squealed as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His breath chuffed against your neck in delight as he folded his arms around you, accepting the hug.

It was like no time at all had passed between you. Even as you both recounted your own separate stories to one another about the events of the last 16 years. Both of you now in your early 20s and still doing the thing you loved most- swinging around the big top.

You had an intense week in the tent, creating a new routine that would shock audiences. Becoming reacquainted with each others bodies in a far different way than the way you were still acquainting your body with Harry’s at the end of a long day.

You created the story of a superhero and his damsel in distress. One of the clowns stepping in to play a comedic over the top villain for Peter to rescue you from.

It was an instant hit. The two of you garnering much attention across the different states you visited. Your childhood bond growing stronger every day that you worked together.

But as time went on, feelings grew. Peter had always been besotted with you, even when you were kids. And now you were fully grown, those feelings only became worse. But you were Harry’s girl. No matter how awfully Harry treated you.

At first, Harry was amazed by the act you and Peter performed. Found the positions you twisted your body into mesmerising and sexy. But as the weeks grew. As the applause for the act grew louder. Harry grew jealous.

There was a reason Harry played with fire. He was a hot head, with a wicked temper to boot. Everyone could hear your arguing across the camp at night. But you seemed to hold your own, kicking him out of the trailer when he was too drunk, growing too violent, encouraging him to take a walk and calm down. Harry would take a walk alright. Straight into town in search of more drink and a pretty girl to fuck his frustration out with.

It didn’t take you long to find out he’d been cheating. The argument that had ensued was nasty. All anyone could do was stop and watch on as you threw out his clothes into the mud, telling him things were over and that he should find somewhere else to sleep. In his rage he accused you with having been sleeping with Peter this whole time anyway. Peter listening to that had decided it had been enough.

Peter had raced to step between the two of you. He punched Harry in the face before taking the last of Harry’s stuff you held in your arms and chucking it at him. “Go find somewhere else to work.” Peter had spat at him, “You’re not wanted here anymore.”

Harry had packed up his things into his old beat up car and driven off that afternoon.

The whole ordeal had you feeling like you were stuck in a spin, rapidly spiralling out of control. But he was there. Peter was there. He watched as you threw yourself further into your work to get over it. Held your hand through it all, until one day the tears stopped and you could see clearly again. See him stood there in front of you, heart laid bare.

“I’ve always loved you.” He said when you showed up for dinner at his cabin post show ready for a debrief. You had been met with candles and music. At first you wanted to run, but then you saw him, stood there, that hand still outstretched to you. As it always had been, even as children. That promise that he’d hold on tight. That he’d never drop you. That he’d always be there. So you took it and you never let go.

You grew old. Performed many more shows. Had a family and created performances all four of you could perform. From children to adults, your love story laid out in the big top for all the world to see. Forevermore.

[thewritingstar]

Pls do a story of bc and butch with kinda nsfw🙏💕

Merry Christmas! I hope all of you had a wonderful holidays and hope the new year treats you all well. This might be the only fic I posted this year (ik ik) but for some reason when I saw this ask, my fingers danced across the keyboard and I didn't think twice about things. It felt freeing and fresh and I haven't written like this in such a long time, I had almost forgotten that I could.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this. I will say it is very slight nsfw, I may not even consider it that either. But this is where my mind took me. I was looking at a more fluffy approach to their relationship so I do hope you like it. (if its not what you had in mind, send in another request)

I hope everyone enjoys reading this and I hope I can continue to post more next year because I do love writing. Requests are always open :)

Rating: T (some sexual themes implied)

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Hummingbird Heartbeat

Adrenaline, it makes you do crazy things.

It was one of her favorite things. Doing crazy things to get that sensation that ices over your body and your heart pounding. It was rare that her hands would get sweaty from anticipation or that her heart beat a little too fast. However, she tried anything to get that feeling.

Maybe she was a junkie for it. Maybe it wasn't that healthy to want to feel that way. It wasn't like she wanted it constantly, but when you can fly and shoot lasers and see the world in a different way, your standards become a little higher.

Rollercoasters were one that most people did. So Buttercup and her friends would fill up in Mitch's shitty van and go to the nearest theme parks to get that adrenaline coursing through their bodies. It was satisfying for a moment but she needed more.

Once Butch became part of their pack in high school, thats when it got good. They would race each other in the sky and throw chunks of buildings at each other. Sometimes they would fly up to the top of a skyscraper and free fall until they were an inch from the ground and see who would fly first.

They were always getting into dangerous situations but never involving their other friends because Buttercup might be fearless, but she wasn't stupid. Sometimes these things were just for the two of them.

But even when she would close her eyes and gravity would take hold of her, that anticipation still wouldn't get the smallest itch out of her system. She was afraid that she never would get that feeling.

She had told him of this stupid idea in her head about not getting to feel a rush beyond the usual. Perhaps it wasn't possible. He would listen and then suggest deep diving into the ocean or running though a fire. She said no to the latter.

Then one night in the summer after they had graduated, they went to the forest. They came here often enough that she had memorized a few of the trees wood patterns.

It was just the two of them. It was normal for them to hang out but lately she's been wanting it more. She loves her friends but there was something about being around someone who knew your mind before you've even spoken a word.

She thought it was gonna be one of those nights where they float above the trees and gossip about everything and nothing at all. It could be a serious talk night where they share their troubles and let them soar until they reach the stars.

When they got to their spot, Butch took out a bandana that had a dark green swirly pattern on it. Buttercup raised her eyebrows.

"What am I suppose to do with this?" She questioned.

He only laughed and approached her. He spun her around so she faced the trees and covered her eyes. His chest was against her back much closer than they had been before. His fingertips brushed some of her hair and he was gentle as he tied it.

"Fly." He whispered in her ear.

They say that your other senses get heightened once one is removed. Right now all she could focus on was the smell of his cologne. Pine and campfire, a slight smoke to him that she desperately tried not to take a deep breath to smell him better.

Her heart pounded when he told her to fly.

"I can't see." She whispered.

Why was she whispering? Why did she feel small when they were the only ones here?

She could feel his laugh on her neck.

"No shit. I'm gonna tell you where to go so you don't smack into a tree."

"Promise?"

She had never heard him so serious.

"I promise." He whispered to her.

Slowly her feet came off the ground. She wasn't as scared as she was worried. She didn't want to crash but the trees were so close to each other that she wasn't sure if flying through them with her sight would have her not have a scrape or two.

But instead of coming back down, she bolted into the trees. She could feel the wind in her hair and Butch calling behind her.

"Right! Left" Left! Right"

Even though she couldn't see, she didn't feel anything but the rush. Sometimes she would turn over or do a corkscrew and hear Butch laugh behind her. If a tree branch did hit her, she didn't feel it. She only felt alive.

"You're doing great, Doll!" She could hear his voice.

Doll. That was the nickname he had for her. It didn't suite her. Not like the other ones. Sugar for Bubbles was common for most people to use. It lost any sliver of endearment and Butch liked to called that usually when he was being sarcastic with her.

She once asked him why he called her doll but he only shrugged. He said something about not even realizing that he did it. She dropped it after but she noticed every time. She also would call him doll in spite of him, but he never seemed to mind.

Her heart picked up and she wasn't sure if it was the thought of connecting with a tree in a millisecond. So she kept going for a few more minutes until Butch told her to ease up and they came across a small clearing.

Her feet connected to the ground and she took off the blindfold with a smile.

"That was crazy!" She jumped up. It was definitely a rush she had craved. "I've never felt more alive!" She shouted to the open sky.

"See told you I wouldn't let you crash." He smiled as he join her on the earth.

Maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through her and maybe it was a mix of emotions. Maybe it was the way the moonlight captured his face. Maybe it was the way her heart always seemed to beat around him. Maybe, just maybe, she craved something more.

And maybe she grabbed the front of his black shirt and yanked him until their lips smashed together. Maybe it was the way that he didn't hesitate for a single second and pulled her closer. Or maybe it was the way that when they pulled a part for a single second he whispered,

Finally, against her lips.

Somehow her back was against a tree and she didn't mind the slight roughness. Her hand found his hair and her legs found their way around his waist.

Sometimes she would lay in her bed and stare at the ceiling while her sisters were asleep and think about his eyes. How they were a dark velvety green but the light could capture them in a way that would make her lips part slightly. She would think about what would happened if she admitted something she didn't believe herself. She would mostly think about how it would be to kiss him.

She didn't wonder anymore.

It was warm and felt perfect. One of his hands stabilized him with the tree and the other held was holding her up at her ass. Ever so often his lips would turn up into a smirk when he gave a small squeeze and a noise she would never let anyone else hear except him would escape her.

They made out for a while and her hand slipped under his shirt and traced against his abs. She wanted more. She wanted this to not be some flimsy make out session in the woods where they would never speak about it again. She didn't want to go to college in the fall without her hand in his. She didn't want anything but him.

Because kissing him sent an electric pulse through her in a way it never has before. No amount of rollercoasters, free falling or daring each other to do dumb shit could give her this rush. Maybe her hormones were going ballistic and maybe it was the moment itself, but she could feel the world shift and the stars started to align. Perhaps thats too much but thats what it felt like. Perfection.

She liked the way his body molded to hers. A perfect fit like a puzzle piece. Yes it was clique but to think that someone was made especially for her but if she was honest, it was true. Who else got to say that some genius monkey decided to create your own personal destruction? Little did that monkey realize, he created all her desires.

Butch shifted until there was no space between them. Until the bulge in his pants was felt by her and grinding to a shaky rhythm. She wanted to ignore that feeling and focus on his lips, not because she didn't want to feel him, but because she could feel just how much there was of him. She was certain if they started anything else against this tree, they wouldn't stop till morning.

"Butch." She moaned into his mouth.

"Yeah?" He grunted and suddenly his hand was under her shirt and she shivered as she remembered she didn't wear a bra.

His lips found her neck and she's trying her best to remember what she was gonna say. The rush is too much in the best way possible. While he's busy making her blush and pant, her brain decides to remember it all.

"This isn't it, right?" She say between breaths.

He stops and looks at her. His pupils are blown wide and a sloppy smirk is on his face that he can't remove.

"Whats it?"

His fingers are still tracing her skin under her shirt.

"This." She points between each other and now she feels like an idiot for ruining the moment.

Of course he surprise her when he places a quick kiss against her lips. Its much softer and tended then before and its more gentle than anything.

"I hope not." He says. "Its okay if it is, if that what you want, but I'm not very good at lying to you so there's no point."

It was true. Butch could put on a performance for the cops or his dads, even his brothers to get out of trouble. But no matter how hard he tried, he could never keep anything from her. Not even when they were younger and hated each others guts. Blossom would grill the boys and they wouldn't budge but then they would locked eyes and his mouth would open.

She smiled. "Good, yeah thats good. I don't want this to be it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Her feet came back to the ground and she smooth her shirt as he fixed her hair.

"Its a shame you didn't bring your car." She said as they walked.

"Why would I bring my car if we can fly?" He questioned.

She decided that he looked cute, very cute, when he didn't pick up on things.

"Oh, no reason." She shrugged.

Oh.

Oh.

She saw his eyes widened and she could have sworn he blushed. Never thought she would see the day that Butch would get shy.

His hand rubbed the back of his neck.

"I just wasn't thinking about that."

"I know." She smiled. "Still, it would of been fun."

He shrugged. "I don't know. I mean yes it would because who wouldn't want that, but I'd like to have more room than the back of my car."

"Why you don't want me pressed up against the window? Or better, me on top of you until not even the air can get between us?" She teased and their fingers touched.

Butch held in a groan. No doubt the image was running through his mind. "Well when you put it like that."

Buttercup laughed and hit his arm. She then wrapped her arm around his bicep and tried to keep it together when she felt him flex. She felt giddy and light. It was weird. Usually she was tough and content with everything around her but the smile would not come off her face. Maybe this is what being Bubbles was like. Maybe she understood her sister more. Or maybe she was just in a haze from him.

They arrived at the entrance of the forest where they had started. It was well into the night and she held down a yawn. She didn't want to leave yet, she just wanted to stay and be held by him.

"I don't want to leave." Butch said. She liked that they were on the same page.

"Me either."

He turned and tilted her chin up so he could see her eyes.

"How about tomorrow I pick you up in my car and we go and get breakfast and see a shitty movie at the drive in at night?"

"Butch Jojo are you asking me out on a date?" Again with her teasing. They always teased each other and she hoped it was still okay if they were together.

"I guess so. But you will be paying if you want any of this and I'm not a cheap date." He gestured to his body.

She rolled her eyes and stood on her toes and flung her arms around his shoulders. She probably could have floated up to be at his eye level, but it felt more romantic this way.

"I'd pay anything for you." She said and kissed him again.

He pulled away and brushed her bangs from her eyes.

"I'll see you tomorrow gorgeous." He said. "I'd fly you home but I'm scared of your sisters if they see me."

He was not joking.

She understood and she didn't want him to either. She didn't want anyone to know right now just because she just figured it out too. It was hers for a moment and she want to bask in it for a little.

He pressed one more quick kiss to her lips before letting her fly off into the night.

She arrived home to Bubbles passed out on her bed and Blossom sitting with a book with a small light on.

Buttercup said nothing as she kicked off her shoes and changed into her pajamas. She tried not to notice Blossoms stare on her but it was nearly impossible as she slid into her bed.

"Have a nice night?" Blossom asked as her book was set on her nightstand.

"Yep." Buttercup said she stared at her nails.

Buttercup made the mistake of looking up at her sister who stared at her with a knowing expression. Blossoms lips curled up into a smile.

"What?" Buttercup asked and she felt her heart pick up.

"Nothing, I'm just glad you had a good night."

"Oh, yeah. It was fun. Well good night."

"Night."

The sound of the lamp flicking off didn't have Buttercup close her eyes. Instead she stared at her ceiling where dim plastic stars glowed. Her smile still didn't leave as she replayed her night in her head and the possibilities of tomorrow.

She began to close her eyes and drift to sleep before she heard her older sister whisper,

"Your lipstick was smudged."

"Blossom not now-"

"Lipstick?" Bubbles voice cracked in the dark.

"All over her mouth like an animal with rabies." Blossom added.

"Oooo" Bubbles giggled.

"No, shut up." Buttercup threatened.

"You owe me five bucks Blossy."

"Five bucks!" Buttercup whined.

"Could of been ten if we got to Christmas." Blossom laughed.

"I hate both of you."

Bubbles giggled again. "Well we love you."

"So what time is he picking you up tomorrow?" Blossom asked smugly.

Now she wanted to throw her pillows at them. Buttercup flipped over on her side, back to her sisters to hide her blush even though they couldn't see her to begin with.

"Ten."

"Oooooooo." They both cooed at the same time.

"Go to bed!"

Her sisters laughter died down eventually just in time for Buttercup's phone to light up.

Sweet dreams, Doll

She had felt the rush of adrenaline thousands of times, yet right now, seeing that message, scratched the itch that she had craved for years.

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Thank you so much for reading!!! I appreciate you taking the time to read/ leave comments.

-Star

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[acetv]

You know as much as Maya's goal was to climb the ranks and quickly. I honestly think that was mostly her sticking to her dad's eyes forward and his desires not what she truly wants.

Maya is too much of an adrenaline junkie and active to enjoy a desk job. Don't get me wrong she wants to achieve things but she never got to enjoy things as a kid and her dad's training may have masked just how high her energy levels might be. Anyway Maya was completely happy as a firefighter. She loved the work and excitement. She was happy helping Andy achieve her goals while not even thinking about moving up herself. Yet once she became a lieutenant things changed as she predicted, it was like something unleashed in her or maybe it was the first hint of her fathers hold was over her. I mean she was always Andy's biggest supporter so something had to change for her to suddenly be going for captain so quickly.

I think aside from the loss of her friends which hurt I also think Maya struggled because the job was less physically demanding and she didn't find her groove until she found a balance between the right mental and physical outlets to counter the much more demanding desk work.

I think Maya's mental health journey allowed her to realize that climbing the ranks wasn't necessary what she needed or right for her. Yes she wanted her captaincy back but I honestly don't think going higher is something that would have worked for her. She is just too active physically for a desk job.

This is why I think Maya was still Captain while Andy was a fire chief. If Maya was truly at her core only looking to move up achieve that next bar/rank/medal she never would have lasted with Carina nor would she have wanted to.

I think we saw the real Maya as a firefighter where the pressure was low about achieving that next rank. I'm not saying Maya changed at her core or something. I'm just saying I think once she started climbing the ranks Maya was battling being herself and being what her father wanted or what was drilled into her. Carina helped her find that balance until Maya started losing or failing and spiraled.

[estellardreams]

Lore Bits for Starlight City (Niko Prime AU)

Acrux has a very strict dress code that's often enforced. All clothing must appear tidy and no color is allowed. All you get are varying shades of black, white, and grey.

As a way to rebel from this, the resistance resorted to dying their clothes using confiscated colors hidden in trash dumps or packages.

Acrux majorly takes the role of Mr. Dr. Eggman, except he's a lot more cold, calculated, and manipulative.

If you were to put Elektra and Cove into placements since it's a trio for a council and not a squad of five, Elektra is similar to Babble and Deep with an increased edge to her while Cove is more like Don't and Done-It, being a lot more analytical, tech savvy, and has a natural common sense/intuition.

1221 was sold to the Council by some shifty people in the past. He was basically a child slave the majority of his life and has some branding on his right arm to signal that he is "1221". He never knew his real name at any point... Not like it mattered.

All organizations under the Council are naturally corrupt. And many small businesses, despite not being monitored as much, pose friendlier environments than what goes on outside.

In an attempt to maintain control, Acrux resorted to siphoning out the population's natural magic. He put it to use as a back-up power for the city if something happens to the energy crystal.

Now for Character Centric Tidbits:

Ophelia's nickname is Opal.

Raven sometimes makes gliders, however they all crash.

Raven usually paints graffiti on the walls with anti-Council Propoganda.

Raven gets into trouble the most. But she's also the resistance's best member for stealth missions and discuises. Unfortunately some of the hair dye never washed out but she's not too bothered by it.

Ophelia used to own a Bakery, but eventually handed it over to her closest friend as she became more prominent in the resistance.

Ophelia despises Acrux with a passion. If word of anyone who's wronged by him reaches her, she'd make him pay for it.

Nox is a very prominent author within the black market. He often sells his books to buyers to pay for food and a place to stay at. He's not fond of the Council for authorizing such horrible treatment to him while in a Mental Hospital.

Nox prefers writing Fantasy, Mystery, and Thriller novels. He has about 30 published works of varying lengths. The longest book he's written has a total of 565 pages.

1221 never had much socialization. But while under the Council's control, he was treated... Decently. Not great, but passable. Got food, got work, was treated like a child but it's fine. The one thing he somewhat lacks is sleep.

Elektra is an adrenaline junky. She's also leaps into fights very often and loves going into the front lines.

By complete opposite, Cove is a natural strategist who would rather stay on the sidelines and direct coordinated attacks then just wing everything.

Elektra has lightning powers. Cove has water powers.

Niko still has Tachophobia. Which makes it even worse when he's forced to run and keeps closing his eyes to stop himself from panicking.

Acrux often uses hypnosis to interrogate anyone suspicious. But Niko is the first ever person to prove immune to his special glove.

[msbigredmachine]

TARGETS - 22 - Fight or Flight

Roman Reigns is an agent in the secret organisation The Authority and one of the world’s deadliest assassins. When he crosses paths with a mysterious woman during an assignment, he makes a life-changing decision that switches his role from the hunter to the hunted.  (AU Espionage Story)

TARGETS MASTERLIST

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Jasmine's eyes narrowed. There was more to this, much more. And only Woods knew about it. "Who do you work for?" she demanded.

"Sweetheart, I am a television personality, that’s it," Xavier smirked. "Everyone knows that."

"That’s what you want everyone to know. What do you really do? Who do you really work for?" Jasmine pressed. "You only have access to that level of intel if you're an informant, which we all know you’re great at. So which one is it, Xavier? Who else did you sell your soul to other than the FBI? F.L.O.R.A.? The Authority?" Jasmine stared him down. "Both?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," Xavier sneered.

Roman was done playing Mr. Nice Guy. Stepping forward, he seized the hem of Xavier's shirt and stuffed it into the surprised hostage's mouth. Then he pulled out his gun from behind his back, jammed it into Xavier's left knee and fired.

The bullet shattered Xavier's left kneecap, which disintegrated in an explosion of tissue and bone. A shrill, unearthly scream emanated from the man's throat, and he thrashed around wildly in the confines of his chair, nearly falling over in the process. But Roman grabbed the chair before it could tip over, holding it steady as the hostage writhed in agony, his brown eyes wide and glassy with pain.

Roman bent close to his ear. "Not so mouthy now, are ya, motherfucker?" he hissed, yanking the cotton material out of Xavier's mouth. "Fucking arrogant piece of shit. Who the fuck you think you talkin’ to?” Roman pressed the barrel to the other knee. “You better answer the lady's question, or the other leg's going too.”

Xavier gasped and shook violently from the pain surging through him. "Fuck!"

"You got three seconds, Woods. One, two..." His finger began to squeeze the trigger.

"Okay, okay! I'll t-t-talk." Xavier swallowed hard in an attempt to moisten his dry throat. "You’re right…I-I…I'm not exactly who the world thinks I am," he stammered, looking back and forth between the two assassins. "I'm a liaison, a middleman if you will. I assist independent contractors like your companies with assignments. I g-give them info on potential targets and sometimes if they need me to, I act as bait. I get a whole lot of money for it, and let's just say it feeds the adrenaline junkie in me.

"Both your bosses found out that you became involved with each other, and they weren't happy. Two competing agents in a relationship? It's bad for business, and it never looks good, going against your precious Code and all. So they teamed up and then sent you to the same contract, which was me, knowing more than likely that you would meet. It was a win-win situation for both companies, really. They gave me the details and I went with it, no questions asked. I was bait. That's all I've ever been."

Roman and Jasmine stared at each other, stunned.

"Remember Daisy, Jasmine? Your protégé?" Xavier went on, and cringed at the look in Jasmine's eyes as they snapped back to him. "F.L.O.R.A. sent her after Reigns on purpose. They knew she wasn't ready to be out in the field yet. They knew Reigns would kill her without batting an eyelash. Her murder was planned so you would find out about it and it would be an added incentive to take out your boyfriend."

Jasmine stood frozen. Floored. Her mind screamed. This had to be a lie. Daisy, brutally murdered, stuffed into a fucking washing machine, for nothing other than Jasmine's destruction. Why? What had Daisy ever done to deserve being used and disposed of like she was nothing?

Xavier looked like he was about to say more when he stopped. His narrowed eyes cut to the side, staring far away as though he was listening to something. Then he smiled for the first time since losing his left leg. "They know you're here," he announced.

Roman's brown eyes darkened dangerously. "How?" he demanded. When Xavier didn't respond immediately, the Samoan grabbed him by the shirt again, patted him down roughly. "I checked you for trackers and didn’t find any. So what did you do? Answer me!" he barked

Reluctantly, Xavier opened his mouth wide. "Look at my tooth. Left molar."

Crouching lower, Roman squeezed the sides of Wood’s jawline with his fingers, forcing his mouth to painfully open wider. Ensconced inside one of his teeth was a silver dental filling. Jasmine peered more closely at it. "Biological tracking device," she analyzed. "F.L.O.R.A. uses stuff like this all the time. They look like any ordinary part of your body, so it's virtually untraceable. We've been followed, that's for sure."

Xavier continued speaking. "Yeah, and they're coming after you now. It's only a matter of when they kill you, because they won't stop until you're dead. You're a threat now. They know you're the best in your fields and they're going to use every means possible to eliminate you."

"And you were one of those means, right?" Jasmine questioned. "You're just another pawn in their chess set, and now that you've hand-delivered us, you're worthless to them now. You do know that, right?" she asked, a touch of satisfaction swelling within her when his expression fell. Evidently, he didn't. “Aw, Mr Austin Creed. You of all people should know that in this fucked up world we’re all a part of, loose ends are always cut out. And you are the walking embodiment of a loose end.”

A sharp sound echoed across the room, and Xavier tore his eyes away from Jasmine to find a Swiss Army knife in Roman's grasp. He took in the two people standing in front of him with murderous expressions on their faces, and swallowed hard. "Come on, you're not going to kill me now, are you?" he squeaked. “You do realize that if you do, you’ll be doing the bidding of the very people that want you dead.”

Roman seemed to be thinking it over, almost like he was having second thoughts. "You right," he replied, moving behind Xavier's chair. "But like she said…no loose ends."

Xavier shrieked as pain seared through his throat, blood instantly poured from his mouth. Jasmine gave the chair a swift, brutal kick, sending it toppling over with Woods still bound to it. He gasped as he crashed face-first to the ground, lying awkwardly on his side. He managed to glance up to see Roman's blade was now stained with blood. His blood.

"What...what the fuck did you do to me?" Xavier croaked. Roman peeled off his gloves, not bothering to make eye contact as he explained. "I just cut you open. You're going to lose a lot of blood in a short amount of time. You'll feel lightheaded in about ninety seconds, then you'll be dead within twenty minutes." Roman stared angrily at the fallen man. "If we do die, then at least you'll go down with us.”

Gasping for air, Woods tried to plead for his life. “Please…please don’t leave me here,” he sputtered, blood spraying outwards with every word he spoke. “I can help you, I can get you out of this. You need me!” He stared pleadingly at Jasmine. “Come on Tatiana…Jasmine. Help me.”

Jasmine had her hands clenched into fists at her sides, eyeing the fallen man with anger and disdain. “Get yourself outta this mess first, then we’ll talk,” she replied coldly, then turned to her current partner in crime. “Come on. We need to get out of here before they arrive." 

Together, they disappeared through the back door and rushed into their SUV. Roman ripped the vehicle into gear, backing out of the parking lot and speeding off.

"They're a step ahead," Roman murmured, his brain whirring, searching for a solution. "They've been a step ahead of us ever since we met each other. He was right. They won't stop until we're both dead."

Jasmine made no response. She was unable to, still spooked by everything she'd just heard. Poor Daisy.

"We've gotta take them out," Roman continued.

His words sent a jolt coursing through her, with the same force as a bolt of lightning. “What did you just say?" she turned to him. Surely she hadn't heard him right.

"Our companies. We have to take them all out if we're going to survive this," Roman repeated, making a sharp turn to the right.

Jasmine gaped at him. "You want to take out an army of assassins? No, not one. Two," she added. "This ain’t fuckin’ John Wick. We have to run."

"If we don’t stand our ground, we are going to be running for the rest of our lives! Do you want that? I don't!"

“Have you even stopped to think about what you’re suggesting?" Jasmine said, "There's only two of us!"

"It’s not a suggestion, Jasmine. We fight back. It’s our only way out and we’re gonna do it. That's final."

"So what, I don't have a say in this?" she glowered. "Your word is law now?"

Roman started to respond when he looked through his rearview mirror to see a sleek silver Mercedes charging towards them. "We got company."

Jasmine grabbed a sniper rifle from the bag of weapons they retrieved at the Courthouse. They may not be able to take them all out, but they could at least start with these. She crawled into the back and popped down the reclining seats to give her room. Sliding open the side door of the SUV just a crack, she stuck her arm out, aimed at the Mercedes and fired. The driver was hit right between the eyes and it swerved into a ditch. But right afterwards, a black Ford Explorer swung into a lane, joining in the hunt. Two men were in the front seats, and they opened fire. Another car, a black Subaru, had joined them on the left side, where heavy machine-gunfire exploded. Jasmine threw herself back inside. "Shit!"

"Give me a gun!" Roman yelled.

"What?"

"I said give me a gun!"

"You're driving!"

"This ain't my first gig, sweetheart," said Roman, "now do as I say."

For a brief moment, Jasmine was tempted to give him an earful, but decided against it and reached into the bag, thrusting a handgun at him. That very moment, the Subaru raced up to the driver's side, and Roman sprayed bullets into the side of the car, which swerved erratically and disappeared from sight.

Jasmine fired at the Ford Explorer. In one fluid motion the driver swung round the back of Roman's SUV and veered up along Roman's side, hoping to catch the Samoan while distracted with his driving. But the other side of Roman's SUV also had a sliding door, where Jasmine was waiting with two guns in hand. She got the windows but missed the tires.

A fourth vehicle, a Range Rover, pulled up next to Roman when he wasn't looking, and Jasmine saw the passenger aim at him. "Get down!" she screamed, throwing herself forwards. Without waiting she drove Roman's head down with one hand and drilled bullets into the Range Rover with the other.

"Ow! My head!" Roman shrieked from underneath Jasmine's powerful grip.

"Sorry," she quickly released him, and nearly fell out of the moving vehicle when the Ford Explorer slammed into the back of their SUV. Roman hit the accelerator, moving it hard. "Incoming!" he shouted, looking to his right. "Your side!"

Jasmine aimed and pulled the trigger, dismayed to hear the dull, hollow click from the chamber. Shit, she was out of ammo. She tried to get another weapon, but she knew it would be too late.

"Duck, Jasmine!"

Her instincts prompted her to obey, and she heard Roman's bullets flying above her, followed by a resounding crash. She looked behind her and saw nothing but road and debris. "Hostiles eliminated," she reported. "We're clear."

"The train station's up ahead," said Roman. "We ditch the ride and hop on the train to Vermont."

Racing into the station, they slowed to a brisk walk, trying to blend in. They had enough money to quickly purchase two tickets at the counter, then searched for the train to Vermont. They slipped into the back of the coach cabin just seconds before the door shut.

The couple sat slumped in their compartment, exhausted and wired at the same time. The coach had a few passengers, so it was relatively quiet. As the adrenaline wore down, they both realized that they hadn't slept in two days was starting to affect them. But they didn't know if they could sleep when they knew the next attack could come from anywhere. Roman already  didn’t like the fact that they were right next to the windows which meant they could be spotted more easily. He looked across at Jasmine, and it was only then he realized she was sitting opposite him instead of next to him. Her lips pressed into a thin, hard line, her arms were crossed tightly as she glared out the window. Even with the table separating them, he could feel the fury emanating from her. "Jasmine..." He hesitated at first, but then fucked the consequences. "Babe, what’s wrong? Why do you look so mad?"

"Take a guess, genius," she spat, still not looking at him, stiffening when he came round to her side of the compartment and sat next to her. "Look at me." His voice was soft, pleading as he tried to sweet-talk her. His heart sank when she didn't budge. "Baby girl, please. Let me see those beautiful eyes." He cupped her face in both hands and turned her to him. “Talk to me,” he persuaded her.

"What are you thinking, Reigns? Did you see what happened back there?” she scolded him, “That was just a handful of them, and you want us to take on all of F.L.O.R.A. and the Authority by ourselves? We can't. And it's not like we can trust anyone else to help us because they have to look out for themselves." She paused to reel herself in before she exploded on him. Then, taking a deep breath, she continued. "Look...we have to get out while we can. Have to. It's not cowardice, it's self-preservation. I don't care how long we run for as long as I'm with you, okay? All I want to do is protect you, and I would rather die than let anything happen to you. Roman, I love you-"

The Samoan’s heart skipped a beat. Jasmine loved him. His expression softened at her words, his eyes reflecting the love she just declared to him for the very first time. Jasmine's gaze was impassioned as she met his chocolate irises. "I love you," she repeated. Softly. Boldly. Meaning every syllable she uttered. "I love you so much...You're all I have left and I don't want to lose you. I can't lose you."

"And you won't," Roman vowed, "I promise." Slowly, he reached up to rest his palm against her cheek, gazing into her eyes. "You are so beautiful." Dipping his head, he covered her lips with his, kissing her with all the love he possessed inside him. Jasmine returned his kiss ardently, holding him tightly and never wanting to let go of him. When they finally broke apart, Roman put his arms around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, while Jasmine rested her head on his shoulder. "So...what now?" she asked, letting her fingers trace his forearm.

"We're going to lay low for a while, try to regroup." His eyes narrowed as he stared out the window. "There's only one place left that we can do that without being found."

"Where?"

"At a friend of mine's," Roman smiled at Jasmine. "I've been meaning to introduce you two. I think she could make do with some female company."

“Speaking of company…” she gestured towards the window. Some of the surviving assailants had made it to the train station and were actually peeking through the windows in search of the trains. Thinking quickly, Jasmine turned to her boyfriend

“Kiss me again,” she told Roman.

“What?”

“Kiss me. PDAs embarrass people.”

Shrugging at the strange request, he obliged her anyway. Any danger they felt quickly faded away from the moment their mouths came in contact with each other. He sucked on her bottom lip, then he used his tongue to tease her lips to let him in. Roman and Jasmine took it slow, the soft smacking of their lips ramping up the sensual tension. Jasmine had to stop kissing to breathe a little better, her eyes on her man as her teeth grazed her lower lip. Roman had a huge smile on his face.

“Ya know, this is the first time you’ve ever told me you love me,” he informed her, his gaze soft and his voice husky.

Jasmine giggled. “Well, better late than never.” When she went back in and finally allowed her tongue to glide with his, it was a wrap. Roman’s tongue darted in and out, practically fucking her mouth with his tongue and making both of them moan with need for the other. Kissing Roman was in all honesty, one of her most favorite things to do. Every single time his lips molded with hers she was reminded about how soft and tasty they were. 

Soon enough, the train began to pull out of the station. The couple was still engrossed in their makeout session. Jasmine’s suggestion was working a treat, as passengers and passers-by avoided them for fear of looking like creeps. Jasmine’s eyes were glassy and a giddy smile lit up her features as Roman broke the kiss temporarily. She was warm all over. It was definitely one of the sexiest kisses they’d ever shared.

“The train’s moving. I think we gave them the slip,” Roman mumbled, raising his head to check.

Jasmine promptly pulled his face back down. “Who cares? Don’t stop,” she breathed.

“So needy,” Roman laughed, more than happy to give her what she wanted.

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Who are they off to see? The clue is in the fic, lol.

Credit to the owners of the pics and gifs.

Please leave comments, I still love comments! ❤

[random-little-gal]

Mercs relationship with Airman

Scout

At first, Scout would think that Airman is a bit of an idiot. Mostly due to the fact that she likes to crash her plane into things just for the hell of it. Scout would say that she's crazy, half-witted, and suicidal because of her tendency to crash her plane into places. But he finds Airman a mother figure, due to the fact she acts like his mother but also make some dad jokes which annoys Scout.

Soldier

Soldier is trying to be somewhat of an older brother figure towards Airman however due to his childish behaviour and nature. Airman is annoyed by him as he acts like an overgrown child but she also can’t help but like his positive attitude. Soldier friendship with Airman is almost like with Demoman, cause he thinks Ireland and Scotland is the same country. So I guess they just kinda have a platonic sibling relationship where they don’t always agree on things but she appreciates the support he gives her and she supports him despite him being a complete dumbass.

Pyro

Pyro and Airman might get along well, due to Airman's daredevil nature. Since Pyro has an affinity for other mercs who enjoy putting their lives on the line to take on opponents, so they would likely respect Airman for her courageous personality and determination. She would probably find Pyro's childlike, playful attitude a little amusing, even if he is a tad bit creepy..

Demoman

He’ll be surprised that someone who is Irish and almost the same accent as him so they both love a blast, she’s probably the only crazy person that he can respect, because if you are like him, he would love to do crazy stuff with you, they probably wouldn’t talk much, they even go drink together and end up drunk as hell, but he admires her courage, and ability to do the right thing in the end.

Engineer

Engineer feels like he should just give up on fixing Airman’s helicopter, but doesn’t have it in him to do so. He’s very annoyed with Airman cause her damaging her flying vehicles and her corny jokes. He’s got a big soft spot for her, and it is really cute. When she isn’t crashing her helicopter he takes her to have some tea, and listens to her rambling. All that aside, he doesn’t really know what to do about her constant, insane crashes.

Heavy

Heavy and Airman would have been friends. Even though sometimes she can be a little annoying or insane for a grown woman, Heavy still has a soft spot for Airman. They have bonded over the time they have worked together, and Heavy sees Airman as a little sister. Although Heavy has never been rude or aggressive to Airman, he does speak his mind to her.

Medic

As teammates, Medic will be pretty excited to work with the Airman as he sees potential in Airman and her recklessness. But they both are good friends, they would have conversations about their families and their old jobs they got fired from. Medic wants to help Airman, but also satisfy his experimental needs so he experiments on her and the others.

Sniper

At first Airman and Sniper were suspicious of each other. One being half-witted, adrenaline junkie and the other being a reserved man who was afraid of getting close to people. But after a while they learned to appreciate each other's work, as working together was a lot more effective than working separately. So to say, they eventually became close friends.

Spy

Spy would always feel nervous whenever Airman was in the field with him. Although they were on the same team, he was always worried that Airman would crash her helicopter into him. Despite their trust issues, Spy always admired Airman's courage and loyalty to the team, along with her charm and friendliness. They could be seen together as friends, or just two mercenaries working the same side.

[malorisaurus]

Watching the Jude Law & Robert Downey Jr. Sherlock Holmes films again, and honestly...they are so much better than any other adaptation. It is a bit more over the top than what I think Doyle was portraying (but let's face it, Doyle couldn't be bothered to really care about continuity in his writing anyway, so what's a bit more fighting and explosions?), but it also is the truest to these two mad lads. Holmes, a stimulant-addicted Autistic wack-a-doodle, and Watson, his gambling-addicted adrenaline junkie bestie, along with Mary, their wife (Watson's romantic wife and Holmes' platonic one). So many of the details included for these two (even lines that are direct quotes) are directly lifted from the stories. It truly speaks to the talents of Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce that the cultural understanding of Sherlock Holmes and Watson is so cemented in their portrayal! However, they are quite divergent from the stories themselves. I was also taken in by this for a while! I was not immune! The important bit is that I came around in the end to the Correct Conclusion (lol).

And regarding characterization, why do people always portray Mycroft as super ambitious? He is basically defined by the fact that he is perhaps more capable at deduction than Sherlock but "is not energetic or ambitious." He made himself essential in government simply by being a genius and enjoying retaining superhuman levels of facts and being able to put them all together. He detested fieldwork and somehow became possibly the most essential man in government because of who he is. He is the cloaked driver and conspirator with Sherlock in "The Final Problem." When Sherlock Holmes faked his death, his only confidante was Mycroft. Mycroft even kept Baker Street exactly as Sherlock had left it, awaiting his brother's return. So why do people show these boys as being constantly at odds? Really, aside from the fact that, in these films, they portray Mycroft as being more sociable than in the books, I far prefer his portrayal as a man who cannot fathom why people would get married, who is socially awkward, who cannot be bothered with convention, and who genuinely seems to be without ambition aside from getting caught up in things occasionally. Naked Stephen Fry Mycroft is the superior Mycroft!

And you know? Sherlock is the guy who truly cares about people but is awkward about showing it, so he tends to lecture them. "My good buddies who are quite dumb about all the things, but go us!" He doesn't want to be alone. If anything, he is a clingy motherfucker. I will risk my life on this here website and say that I hated Sherlock's portrayal of Holmes and Watson and Mary and Mycroft (Irene is the only one I loved). I am not fond of Steven Moffat's affinity for writing narrative gods that exclude the viewer from participating in any meaningful way in the mystery/story (here is a video that distills my feelings about Sherlock and Steven Moffat's stints as showrunner: https://youtu.be/LkoGBOs5ecM).

And listen, I don't begrudge anyone for loving that adaptation. I am genuinely so happy for you all. Please go forth and be within your fandom and I wish you all of the best things in this life. I also don't believe that every adaptation has to adhere to the source material. Though, I am saying that I think this adaptation is the ONE that adheres MOST in a sea of adaptations that do not adhere closely at all. Additionally, I simply would rather have the fun romp because my experience of the books growing up was a fun romp in which I saw parts of myself that I didn't understand.

Also, they are adorable, and I want them to kiss. Mary would understand (she knows they're in love).

[corvidcrybaby]

Zemi seems like a bit of an adrenaline junkie. If you don't mind an ask: what are some of the wildest thing's she's done for fun? Pre- or post- hellsing hiring.

rogjwrgiernge A BIT??? A BIT??? oh honey that bitch lives and breathes the shit so much so that Killing On Adrenaline is probably her favorite Dying Fetus record just for the name alone ahahahaha

some of the highlights of this include but are not limited to the follow:

train-hopping, though she probably had to nix that once joining Hellsing - ain't like she needed to get anywhere by traveling in such a way by that point anyhow

Zemira has definitely popped across the pond to go attend the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally among the, yanno, several hundred thousand others and has proooobably picked her fair share of rather illegal high-speed races on the interstate with rather scary Hell's Angels-looking type dudes lmfao (she's won a good few of them to boot)

You know Wacken Open Air? the largest metal festival in the entire world? she's been to that several times and one time came back to work at Hellsing with a split lip, black eye and a GNARLY bruise that covered half her thigh. Lost a tooth that had to get a crown put on. She moshed too hard. Way too hard. You know the scene where Seras berserks on the Ghouls during the Valentine attack? picture that, but like, everyone having fun. Until it became too much fun. Aftermath included an old German dude metalhead fussing over her with an ice pack to her face. She understood nothing, but it was still pretty fun. Integra... Was unamused. Mostly.

Remember Pip's deputy? Dude in the red beret? Guy that gets his guts blown out shortly before Pip bites the dust as well?

Yeah lol Zemi challenged him to a """friendly""" drunken fistfight one time she was out drinking with the Geese and it very rapidly became a pretty serious brawl. Zemira took it as a hazing ritual and she was NOT about to look like a softie in front of the boys if they were going to test her mettle. While she did lose the fight - as tough as she is, no shot for her against a career mercenary with a ton of experience on her, especially at that stage in her career - she got back up after being knocked flat on her ass like FIVE TIMES before she passed out. She put up a real bitch of a fight, though, and it won her a lot of respect from the mercs. It's one of Pip's favorite memories of her.

thank you so much for the ask omg!!!! i love answering questions like these so my inbox is always open