#behind me while also leaning against the x-ray machine

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So the x-ray went fucking terribly

[loliwrites]

Yard Work | The One You Need

pairing: neighbor!joel miller x f!reader  summary: drabble from the “The One You Need” universe warnings/tags: au, neighbor joel, age gap [reader is late 20s/early 30s, Joel is late 40s], hyper-independent reader, fluff, allusions to a blowjob, body worship [arms], terms of endearment [sweetheart], female reader, reader wears a bikini, no physical description, protective!joel, soft!joel, dare i say ei!joel, no use of y/n. word count: 1.5k series masterlist a/n: for @joelmillerisapunk’s ppcu body worship writing challenge. all about joel miller and them delicious arms

Summer in Austin wasn’t so bad when there was a chaise lounge chair to sprawl out on, on the deck with the sun beating its rays down upon you. It also wasn’t too bad when you had a hot neighbor who, on a fairly regular basis, gave you the best sex of your life, and who also coincidentally did all the manual labor around the house for you. Because while you were sprawled out in a bikini on a less than hotel style chaise, nursing a beer which was quickly losing its cool and condensating on the glass, Joel was out in your backyard, mowing the lawn.

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“Your fuckin’ grass is gettin’ so long, it’s bringing down the value of my house,” Joel pointed out while in bed that morning. All he had to do was look out your window and see the jungle being created by your lack of a gardener.

“Whoever should I get to tidy it up?” You only smirked, leaning over and straddling his body with yours. Surely, soft kisses down his chest would do the trick.

“A gardener,”

Your pouted, lips pressed to his sternum, and continued your way down to his stomach, adding your tongue to the mix for safe measure. If he was going to play hard to get, you could play a little harder. By the time you reached the waistband of his boxer-briefs, you could see the outline of his shaft, now half-hard. “What kind of payment would you like, Mr. Gardener?” You batted your eyelashes up at him while your fingertips coyly tucked beneath his waistband and pulled back just enough for his length to spring out and fall back against his waist.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He grinned and set his hand on the back of your head, adding just a hint of pressure, “get to work.”

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His old, gasoline push mower was capable enough for handling the size of your suburban backyard. A riding lawn mower might’ve been more efficient – or at least one of those new-fangled electric mowers that self-propelled. But this old Toro lawn mower, surely from the 90s, was reliable. Just like the man using it.

You paid for it first but now seeing him work, it definitely felt like you’d short changed him. He was putting on quite the show without even knowing it. Midway through your rather unkempt backyard, Joel let the gas lawn mower come to a stop. You’d paid him extra attention when the grumbling of the machine quieted, and found that he was reaching for the hem of his t-shirt. Hands tucked beneath it, he raised the lower half up and dragged it across his forehead, wiping away the sweat. The softness of his belly on partial display. And then as if realizing he was insane for keeping the shirt on in this heat in the first place, pulled the garment over his head. He tucked a corner of it into the back pocket of his jeans, letting the rest of it fly and whip behind him like a flag.

Then, nudging sunglasses down the bridge of your nose, you ogled at the way he bent over and hooked his fingers around the plastic grip of the pull cord. His long arm stretched fully, and then with a quick yank back, he tugged the cord upward. His bicep and tricep flexed simultaneously, the cuts of the muscles showing in his skin. That glorious machine. You could’ve kissed it on the spot. Old. Reliable. But temperamental. It didn’t roar to life with the first pull. His arm outstretched again. The sinewy tendons in his forearm became visible as he grabbed for the cord again. Then another pull back. Every muscle in his arm seemed to work in tandem, from his forearm right up to his shoulder. 

Now the mower roared to life. And the man behind it, ready to get the job done, put some force behind it and got the machine moving again. Cutting down the grass you weren’t sure you’d let get out of control just so you could have this very moment. You pushed your sunglasses up the bridge of your nose and laid back in your chaise, satisfied to revert to the mental image you had of him in your fantasies while the noise of the mower continued on. It wasn’t just that idea of being in the arms of a man. In your experience, there weren’t too many men worth being in the arms of. Though on the surface, the ogling of his arms – those beautiful, strong arms – was nothing but a bit of objectification, the truth dug so much deeper. 

Because it was the time you stopped at a job site after Joel had left his lunch at home. Surely he could’ve bought something, but he’d worked so hard on prepping a full lunch for it to go to waste in the insulated lunchbox forgotten on the kitchen counter. And at the job site, you spotted him with a long two by four propped on his shoulder, arm flexed to keep it steady as he walked it into the framed house. And the way you reached forward and set your free hand on his upper arm; fingers grazing along the cut of his bicep. How he pivoted his head and looked back at you. An instant smile spread across his face. The wrinkles by his eyes accentuated. 

It was also the time you’d had that terrible date. The one that ended on your front porch, hoping this guy would leave without incident despite him being a little more forward than you would’ve liked. How when he tried to push his way in, Joel materialized there. Only finding out later that night that he’d tucked his handgun into the back of his waistband. Just incase. But before that, when the boy, having grown disenchanted with the idea of bedding you walked off, how Joel used his frame to block you. His arms hung almost comfortably at his sides. Big. Muscular. Even later that night, when you followed behind him with your hand in his back pocket as he cleared your house of any potential burglars. How his arms felt like the ultimate protection. As if nothing would be able to touch you as long as you stayed behind them. Behind him. 

His arms were a great source of power. But they were also capable of such gentleness. More than you’d ever known. The same arms that were capable of carrying two by fours upon them were equally capable of wrapping around your waist and pulling you back into the cradle of his chest. The arms that had offered their formidable protection were the same ones that you often linked your hand around as you walked through the neighborhood in the evenings.

Then somewhere between the mental image of you curled up against him on the couch watching tv, and being caged beneath his arms in bed, you felt a weight settle over you and came to the awareness that the lawn mower had quieted down. You blinked a couple times to get your eyes used to the new brightness despite your sunglasses, and found Joel on top of you – hips nestled between your legs; his back pressed against your abdomen, and his head rested against your sternum. 

With a smile, you pressed your lips to the top of his head and trailed your hands down from his shoulders to his biceps. “I don’t pay hourly,” you smiled again and tucked your hands around his torso. 

“You’re a bad employer,” he smirked and took a deep breath. “Jus’ needed a break and you looked comfortable,”

You nodded, practically to yourself and gently dragged your fingernails over his skin. Then, because they just looked so tempting, you trailed your fingers back to his arms. Starting as far down as you could reach since his hands were curled around your legs and hooked over your shins, you settled with the crook of his elbow. The vein there protruded from beneath the thin skin, and you followed up back into his bicep, where the muscle flexed beneath your touch.

Joel tilted his head back with a deep inhale. On the exhale, he released a moan that made you think he might just leave your lawn half-completed. And while you definitely would want to see his muscles flexing as he jostled you around in bed, and then again when he’d surely curl his hand around your throat, you also wanted your backyard to look semi respectable – at least the HOA would want you to.

“That lawn’s not gonna mow itself,”

“Five minutes,” he mumbled. The sound of that made you think his eyes were long closed, “restin’ my eyelids.”

“We both know if you wait five minutes, you’re never gonna get back to it. And if you don’t get back to it, how are you gonna get your next blowjob for completion?”

He started to rile almost immediately. Enough that his arms now jostled you in trying to sit up and get away as quickly as possible. Then with speed you were sure his joints fought against, he ran across the grass, back to the mower, and bent forward for the pull cord again.

That wonderful, glorious, pull cord.

[yeonzzzn]

for astra: park sunghoon

part two of for astra | spotify playlist

pairing: sunghoon x afab!reader word count: 2.4k

synopsis: sunghoon finds himself waking up and repeating the same day over and over again until he finally breaks the cycle and finds himself on a space station called ‘astra 1’. he soon learns he is one of the few who are still alive and that they aren’t alone…

genre: space!au, survival!au, neurologist!sunghoon, neurologist!reader, strangers to lovers, angst, smut.

warnings: swearing, blood, m*rder, guns go pew pew, other life forms, some science talk, unprotected sex, biting, hair pulling, sunghoon fucks reader against the wall, adding more as the story progresses, MINORS DNI!!! (these tags will be on every part even if they do not consist of said tag)

intro | part one | part two

this is part TWO for the series, please read the INTRO and part ONE before this part!!💜

Sunghoon opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was his reflection with the infinite space staring back at him through the windows. Everything felt fuzzy as his eyes and brain adjusted. He blinked a few times and tried to move, eyes whipping down to his wrists and seeing them bound to the chair he was locked in. 

He tried to kick his legs, finding they too, were bound to this chair. 

Sunghoon’s heart raced as he thrashed around in the chair, trying hard to break free. His eyes wander around the…lab? He was in a lab. Neuromods sat on the counter to his left along with testing beakers of what looked like the Typhon’s blood. X-rays hung above the counter that he could only assume were his. He continued to thrash around in the chair, taking notice he had IVs also hooked in his right arm at the crease of his elbow and the sound of a machine buzzing as his left arm was squeezed, assuming for taking his blood pressure. 

“What the fuck…” he whispers, continuing to try and pull his arms free. 

“I wouldn’t continue that if I were you,” the voice startled him, his head whipping to his right and seeing another male, their back facing him and typing away at the computer in front of him, “You need to keep that IV in.” 

That voice…

It couldn’t be…

The male turned around, leaning against the desk and crossing his arms over his chest, that ring placed directly on his middle finger. 

Sunghoon was staring back at himself. 

“What the fuck!!!” he yelled, trying to force his wrists from the restraints, them digging into his skin and a mixture of red and black blood dripping from the top of his wrist. 

“I’m going to need you to calm down,” The other Sunghoon said with an eye roll, “You and I are the same person, there’s no need to be acting a fool.” 

Is this how it felt to be employed by him? 

“I died!” Sunghoon snapped, shaking his head, “Where the fuck am I?! Who the fuck are you?!” 

The male sighed, looking down at the floor. A white ball floated up to Sunghoon just then, tilted to its side. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt the sadness radiating off this small little ball. 

“Nov!” he cried, pulling once again at his restraints, “Get me out of here!” 

The ball turned and looked at the other him, another sigh leaving his lips. 

“That’s not November,” The male said, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth. 

Sunghoon glanced back and forth between himself(?) and the bot. He felt betrayed. 

“Been a while, hasn’t it?” the bot spoke. Sunghoon’s eyes widened.

“He-Heeseung?” his voice was barely above a whisper, tears swelling his eyes. 

Heeseung floated closer to him, “Everything is okay,” he said, a hint of hurt behind his voice, “We’ll explain everything.” 

“You’re dead,” Sunghoon shook his head, “I saw the videos! I saw how that phantom took over your body! I saw it in the trauma center!” 

“Just…” his best friend backed away, tilting himself to the side, “Just let us explain.” 

Sunghoon looked back at himself, “Fucking explain what the fuck is going on!!” 

The other male sighed again, giving a painful expression, “What you just experienced was a mixture of my past memories and a simulation.” 

Sunghoon furrowed his brows, “That’s not possible,” he shook his head, “That’s not possible!!” 

The other male tilted his head, “So were the neuromods,” his eyes glanced at the few sitting on the counter, “And we made it happen. You saw it firsthand in the simulation.” 

Sunghoon looked down at the floor, squeezing his hands into fists, “How are the two of us?” 

Heeseung sighs, “The same way I am in this bot, psyche transfer.” 

So his best friend was still dead. His mind was just backed up into a fucking neuromod and shoved into a fucking ball. Sunghoon could feel his heart ripping. 

But does that mean…?

Sunghoon quickly shot his head back up and looked at the man standing at his side, seeing the same pained expression looking back at him, “I’m a copy, aren’t I?” 

The real him nodded, “You are part of my psyche that I transferred into a phantom. Our psyche is so strong, you took over the phantom’s body,” The real him walked across the lab, fidgeting with the neuromods, “She was one hell of a neurologist, wasn’t she? Couldn’t have made any of this possible without her.” 

You. The way other Sunghoon spoke…you were truly gone. 

Sunghoon watched as the real him went back to the computer, typing a few things in, then turned back around to face him. Sunghoon studied his own features, seeing the real him hadn’t slept for who knew how long. 

Sunghoon looked back to the floor, “Why did you do this? How do I even look human?” 

Heeseung moved closer to him, “Since your psyche was so strong and took over the phantom, your body morphed into a human state, completely taking over in every aspect.” 

It made sense. Sunghoon always knew he was strong-willed, and he guessed this body was living proof of that. 

“Why are you doing this, Sunghoon?” he asked the real him, glaring up at him, “Why did you put me through hell?!” 

The real him swallowed, eyes swelling and clearly looked like he was fighting against his own demons deep within, “To save her.” 

He didn’t even need to ask who he meant. He shared a heart and mind with the man across from him anyway, “How?” it was all Sunghoon could ask.

“These simulations,” the male said, running his hand through his hair, “Of making you relive our memories in hopes of finding a way to save her. To gather more pieces of her psyche through us.” he pointed his finger between the copy and real him, “If I can gather enough of her psyche, I can upload it into a neuromod and bring her back.” 

Sunghoon scoffed, “Simulations. Plural. Mean’s you’ve put me through this multiple times?” 

The other Sunghoon nodded, “And each time you reach the end, I am a step closer to bringing her back.” 

Sunghoon couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Couldn’t comprehend what he was even being told. He’s a phantom? He’s relived watching you die over and over again? It’s no different than what those damned scientists put him through. 

He looked over at Heeseung then back at his real self, “Heeseung is dead, how did you get his psyche?” 

“He…he killed the phantom that took over me,” Heeseung quickly said, “And stripped out the neuromods I planted into myself.” Sunghoon didn’t need to hear the rest to understand what the real him did next. Probably separated the phantom and Heeseung’s psyches and then uploaded them into the bot. 

“One of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do…killing my best friend to free him from that creature.” the male mumbled, looking off into the infinite space, “The hardest thing for sure, is the fact I couldn’t save YN. I wasn’t strong enough to pull her back into the station.” 

He had a realization then, “After that panel closed you escaped to the shuttle bay, like she told us to.” 

He nodded, “Ran as quickly as I could. November followed behind me and reminded me about the ship that had a lab, which is where we are now. I knew then what I had to do.” 

And the rest is history, I guess. 

The real Sunghoon glanced back at him, releasing a sigh, “Heeseung, prepare for the next run.” 

The next run? 

Sunghoon shook his head, “What do you mean, the next run?!” 

“I will continue to put you through the simulations until I’ve gathered enough of her,” he turned back around and typed at the keyboard, “I will bring her back.” 

Sunghoon started thrashing around again in the chair trying to get free. He couldn’t do this. Not again. He knew exactly what had to be done for the simulation to even work. He can’t do it. Refused. 

Heeseung hovered over Sunghoon, a small mechanical arm extending out of his body that came to three prongs at the end. 

No. No. No. No. 

He closed his eyes and slammed his head into the headrest, squeezing them so tight and rocking his head side to side, “No!!”

“Sunghoon,” Heeseung said, “Look at me, please.” 

He didn’t understand why, but hearing his best friend's voice…he slowly reopened his eyes. He didn’t see Heeseung, but saw multiple paper butterflies hanging from the ceiling, “Butterflies…” 

The other male looked up as well, a weak smile curled at his lips, “YN loved them,” he let out a small laugh, “She used to make these paper ones and left them all over Astra 1 for me, Jake, and Hee to find. It was a silly game of hers and I’d give anything to play it again.” He then turned and looked at him, “That’s why every time you saw a butterfly in the simulation you’d black out. It was our psyche fighting back the trauma of losing her.” 

It made sense, all of it did. Seeing the inkblot butterflies, seeing your face for the first time…Sunghoon’s eyes teared up as he looked at each butterfly. Small pieces of you are still kept alive through them. 

The real Sunghoon clenched his fists at his side, “I miss her, so fucking much,” his voice cracked with pain, and his body started to shake, “I can’t…I can’t live without her,” he smiled weakly again, rubbing the back of his hands against his eyes, “I remember meeting her like it was yesterday. We hired her based on her background. It was so impressive,” he crossed his arms over his chest, staring at the floor, “Hired her immediately. It wasn’t even a question. I didn’t fully meet her until Astra 1 was put into space. Heeseung promoted her to being the head neurologist beside him and me, of course, to help run the neuromod division and transferring of the psyche. Jake was also so impressive, it was a no-brainer why YN and him were best friends, both were so smart.” he smiled again, “Jake was obsessed with slasher films. Even created a ghost face mask out of printer paper and stole a couple of black table clothes to make a ghost face suit. The man was a nerd, but I loved him too, nevertheless.” He took a deep breath in, “YN and I always just passed each other in the hallways and barely said a word to each other when I would visit their division to check up on the neuromod progression. Always made small smiles and stole glances at each other. The attraction was there and only a matter of time before something really sparked between us both.” 

Sunghoon could feel his heart really starting to break now, hearing the way his other self spoke about you and how shakey his voice was…

“I knew I loved her the minute I saw her really smile for the first time. It was the same day she and Jake perfected the neuromods, or well, proved that it could be done. They just had a first successful trial run. And good god the way she smiled…She owned my heart then and there. Heeseung had to convince me for days to ask her out, and when I did…I couldn’t let her go after that. She became my reason for everything,” Real Sunghoon changed his facial expression to soft and sad, to hard and eager, “So I will do whatever it takes to bring her back. I don’t care how many simulations you’ll need to go through. I will continue to wipe your memory of it and shove you back in over and over again.” 

Tears now filled and fell down his face, shaking his head back and forth and started fidgeting again in the chair, pulling and licking his legs to break the restraints, “No!” he shouted, “I can’t do it!! I can’t watch her die again!” The tears flooded out now, his vision going blurry, “I promised!” he screamed, “I told her I wouldn’t forget her ever again! I told her I wouldn’t forget! I promised!” 

The real Sunghoon knelt down in front of him, cupping the sides of his face between his hands, “Shhhh,” he whispered, his own eyes filling with tears, “This needs to happen, so she can live again.” 

Sunghoon shook his head the best he could between the hands, “I love her…I can’t do it again…not again.” 

The real him gave him a sad look and then said, “Heeseung, hand me the serum so I can inject him with some and knock his ass out.” Sunghoon shook his head, seeing out of the corner of his eye, another small arm extending out of the other side of Heeseung’s bot body and reaching on the counter to grab a syringe and hand it to the real him, “I truly am sorry,” he cleared his throat and stuck the needle into the IV connected to his arm, “But I will save YN. She will be with me again.” 

Sunghoon felt himself relax, his vision slowly starting to blur. He studied his face, seeing there was no way of talking himself out of this decision. That the real him has completely lost himself, all in the name of love. All for you. 

He blinked a couple of times, trying to fight back the drowsiness but knowing he was going to fail anyway. The last thing he saw was the real Sunghoon walking away, and looking at his reflection in the window, seeing dark purple eyes staring right back at him. 

Heeseung hovered back over him, the three prongs leveling to his right eye. His vision completely blurred, and his hearing faded in and out, he heard Sunghoon say, “Reupload project Astra.” 

Then everything went dark. 

[ 𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶… ]

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[ 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝙰𝚂𝚂𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 ]

[ ****** ] 

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[ 𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺, 𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙶𝙷𝙾𝙾𝙽 ]

[ 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙾? ]

[ 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙈𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙅𝙀𝘾𝙏 𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙍𝘼 ]

[ 𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶… ]

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[ 𝖴𝖯𝖫𝖮𝖠𝖣 𝖯𝖱𝖮𝖩𝖤𝖢𝖳 𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖠? ]

[ 𝙔𝙀𝙎 ]

[ //𝖴𝖯𝖫𝖮𝖠𝖣𝖨𝖭𝖦… ]

[ 𝖴𝖯𝖫𝖮𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖣 ] 

[ 𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖲𝖲 𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖳𝖮 𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖱𝖳 ]

[ 𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍 ]

Sunghoon’s eyes fluttered open, wandering them to the glass sliding door leading out to his balcony. The morning sun shone brightly into his studio apartment. With a sigh, he pulled himself out of bed, dragging his feet across the floor towards the bathroom. Stretching out his arms and letting a small yawn leave his lips. 

He really didn’t want to go to work today.

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thank you so much for everyone who has followed along with this series!! even tho it was short, I enjoyed every moment writing this and I hope everyone enjoyed reading it as well. thank you again for everyone’s undying support of my works!! much love!!!

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[mak3itr7ght]

Taehyung x fem!reader

Warnings: mention of death

Inspired by the new IU song's MV "Love wins all"

(maybe an alternative ending👀)

Words count: 924

(I didn't revise it so there will be SO MANY ERRORS)

The moon was shining over the city, well, over what remained about the city. The buildings were destroyed, ruins everywhere, still the satellite and the stars kept floating in the sky, imperturbable, not caring about what was happening beneath them.

I was laying down against the cold concrete, I was tired to escape. I realized it was useless run away, because there wasn't a safe place.

They were everywhere, ready to exterminate everything. Damn it. Those metallic demons, those machines that brought only fear, terror and death. They were soul less, they hadn't feelings. They just knew that humans must disappear, turning in piles of ash and clothes...

The flashbacks of what happened in that building still crushed against my sight. I was there. I could help them both, I could help that couple, but it took me so much to fight against my cowardice.

Flashback

She was wearing a wedding dress, it was dirty but she still looked like a princess, and he was leaning against her chest, wearing a black suit. I heard their laughing before that moment, those voices made me and my curiosity looking for them. "I am not the only one left then.." i thought. But there they were, with one of those cubes in front of them, ready to reduce their existence in..nothing. i felt chills along my spine as soon as I met her eyes. She was crying, keeping her lover against her, trying to comfort him. One hand placed on his still-working eye, while the other one was already lost. I was hiding behind two huge pieces of wall, but she saw me. She bagged me to help them, at least one of them.

I thought about it for a few seconds, seconds that looked like hours, days, years in that moment. I felt my stomach backflipping, my head spinning, the adrenaline in my vains running so much that I feared they would explode. We exchanged a few looks and I stood up running across the cube.

It all happened in seconds, she made her lover standing up, pushed him against me while the cube started burning her...she wasn't even screaming. I was able to see what she was trying to mimick with her lips.

'내 사랑을 살려줘" ("save my love")

I hurried towards the guy who was still over me, and I covered both his eyes, I didn't want to take the risk to make him see what was happening.

She died in front of my eyes and I realized that we couldn't let her death be in vain.

I took his arm and pulled him away. He was too stunned to speak, he was surprised, unable to realize what was actually happening. We kept running. We ran for hours and hours, until we hid ourselves at a subway stop.

He stayed silent the whole time. I asked him a few questions, if he was hungry, thirsty, also if he needed to cry... he stayed still. I I put my arm around his shoulder and I let him lean his head agaisnt my chest. I didn't know him, but, he was the only one left, along with me.

"괜찮아" ("it's okay") I whispered, gently stroking his hair. I looked down at him. A warm tear was running down his left eye. That made me cry too. I cried in silence, looking up, meeting the dark atmosphere in that metro stop. I hated that place, it was so noisy, so full of people. I realized that i missed all that, that i actually never hated that, it was just me that never found a way to appreciate life.

We were alone, there was no way to escape, nothing could save us.

I prayed that night, while that boy was trying to sleep, still burying his head against my dirty white sweater. After praying i started coursing everything, the world, those machines, myself, humanity..God itself, and once i finished a small and weak ray of sun spreaded across a crack from the subway's ceiling. In that moment i promised myself that I would have found a way to save us. Nothing was lost. I would have fought until the end.

End of the Flashback

It happened weeks ago. Still it was so clear as soon as I closed my eyelids.

"Y/n씨, 가야 돼" ("Y/n, we must go") A voice made me snap back from my thoughts. I set up and looked behind me. There he was.His hair got longer, that made him even prettier.

"응" ("yeah") I smiled at him. Taehyung approached me and extended an hand. I took it and he pulled me towards him.

It was a relief that he started talking again, even if he was silent most of the time. We looked at each other for a few seconds when he grabbed his camera, and started recording me out of nowhere. He used to do that a lot. I didn't know that..through it..he was able to see her, not me.

I raised an hand and gently pressed on the camera, lowering it. I shook my head, moving some hair from his eyes, he looked beautiful under the moonlight. Leaning in, i pressed a soft kiss on his nose, while my thumb kept stroking his cheekbone. It was okay. I cared about him. I loved him. And i was sure he loved me back, in some way. I realized that when he smiled back at me and pressed his forehead against mine.

"살아남을 거야" ("we will survive"). He whispered softly. Yes, we will survive.

Hope you liked itㅠㅠ♡

[onwesterlywinds]

PROMPT #19: Taken

This is a special prompt: September 19, 2024 marks the tenth anniversary of Lights' Little Machines, an album that has been both formative to Ashelia Riot's character development (especially during 2.X) and also deeply influential to me at a difficult time in my life.

Up in the current and taken in whole I've been struggling, strangling, others in tow Have my eyes gone missing? Contains sexual themes.

Ashelia had just finished making Ludo a cup of tea in the way she knew he liked it - oversteeped by her standards, with only a dash of cream, never milk - when Ludo himself returned to the Sandsea in the coat he usually wore for his private ventures. Wherever he had gone, it was well beyond Thanalan: he was dripping wet with rain, but the drought in the Goblet continued unabated.

She had not even known he had left the manse after their argument the previous evening.

"Hey," he said, and sheepishly held up a bottle of Wineport red by its neck. "Got you a nightcap."

She stared at the label in a cursive script she still could not read, then at his eager face. "It's seven in the morning."

Ludo glanced to the clock on the wall, then winced. "In my defense, it seemed like a much better idea about… five bells ago."

He walked over to the bar, dripping all over the hardwoods, but she had none of the requisite energy to call him out for it. As he sank onto his preferred stool, she slid the cup of tea over to him - and the more he drank from it, the more his warmth slowly returned to his pale face.

"Where did you even get a Shamani Lohmani exclusive in the middle of the night?" she asked at length.

"Costa del Sol. Where else?"

"Dare I ask how much such a thing cost?"

"I'd rather you didn't raise your voice at me again, so, no."

"I wasn't-"

Whatever protest she'd been so certain of making abandoned her at the expression on his face.

"Fine," she conceded. "…Thank you for the wine."

"Thank you for the tea. And I'm sorry."

She leaned against the bar top, leaned in closer to him, but turned her head toward the eastern window to catch the first rays of dawn.

"When you first told me about Little Ala Mhigo, and the Corpse Brigade-"

"Stop."

To his credit, he did - but even she did not know what she meant to say instead. For a long while, longer even than she'd meant, she stared out the window, at the half-hearted little garden she'd begun on the lawn outside.

"I was fifteen years old," she said, "when Gundobald pulled me out of weapons training and ordered me to watch over a child sick with an infection in his lungs. There weren't enough hands or supplies to go around, and I was already a better fighter than most of his Resistance soldiers."

Ludo reacted to this claim without any trace of skepticism, or any overt emotion at all.

"At first I thought it a punishment, for… gods, I can't even remember what anymore. But he was so frail, and I…" She breathed in deep. "I'd go out into the desert to look for anything that could help him, even if it was only a cactus leaf. I even went north and stole from a potion merchant at swordpoint. Only he died all the same, and his ma blamed me for it, and I never-"

"Ashe-"

"Don't interrupt me, Ludo."

"Ashe," he said again, with enough gentleness to make her heart ache. "I understand."

She slammed her open palm onto the bar. "You don't! You don't understand!"

"I understand that you're a much better leader than you let on." The words stunned her into a silence heavy enough to grant Ludo his own opening. "And it's because you're grieved by the ones you couldn't save. Not in spite of it."

She had not come to the bar to fight; even so, the last bit of argument, of refusal, of denial fled from her. Ludo leaned over the counter, and the fingers that grazed her ear as he tucked back a bit of her hair were warm from holding his half-finished mug of tea.

"Can I say just one more thing?" he whispered. "Just one more, and then we put all this behind us."

It was, as ever, hard to refuse him with his mouth so close to hers. "Fine."

"I overstepped in inviting Wilred to the Riskbreakers. I get that. But I did it because I know you'd be a good influence for him. Despite what your people think about you, or what you think about yourself."

She sighed, and the exhalation became something far more intimate than she'd intended as he pressed his lips to hers. The sharp taste of tannins on his tongue served to invigorate her in turn.

Ludo broke apart from her solely to clamber over the bar and slide down at her side, to run his hand up her skirt as he planted open-mouthed kisses along her bared shoulders and neck. The rest of him, still wet from the rain, was not nearly as warm: he laid a hand along her upper back in what might have been a soothing gesture, only for him to lean her over the bar and hold her in place while he pulled her pantalettes down.

"Fuck," she breathed.

"What's that?" he murmured into her ear. His long, damp hair tickled as it fell against her skin. "You want me to fuck you? Right here, on the bar?"

Doubtless he'd been dreaming of this since well before their argument, if the press of his cock against her arse was any indication. She turned her head to the side, only barely enough for their faces to meet.

"…You'll never get me to say it," she declared, and kissed him with enough fervor to push all thoughts of apology - and of Little Ala Mhigo - from her mind.

[look-at-the-soul]

All we’d ever need (Part 15)

Tommy Shelby x reader

Series master list

The last part in the bathtub was one of the very first ideas I had 💕

⚠️ ⛔️ 🔞 Warning: Smut

✨A/N: Even though this is not the last part, I have a few thank you I don’t want to miss, first, to the genius behind this idea @lyarr24 all of this started with a “what if Tommy’s girl gets pregnant but she doesn’t feel secure of having a baby because of Tommy being Tommy, thank you for that Lee-Anne and for all the other ideas you shared along the way.

All Gifs by @thesoldiersminute ✨ (Thank you for your constant support through this series, seriously your gifs make a huge difference) 💛

Also big thanks to @theshelbyslimited for the poem!! I loved getting a chance to share this piece of art here, I think Tommy, the poet is a side of him we didn’t get to see on the show 💖

There’s also a line inspired by a @peakypoet quote 🙂

I’m sorry this got a bit longer, but there are so many things happening ☺️

You wanted Y/N to show off the Shelby bump? There you go 😉

Derby Day.

“Your. Body’s. So. Fucking. Hot.” Tommy praised between Y/N’s legs, his fingers moving at speed in and out from her center, over and over again, moving rhythmically just as her heavy breathing. His tongue joining seconds later.

The pleasure blinding her momentarily. “Tooo-oh-my.” Her hips bucked involuntary against him.

Withdrawing his fingers, Y/N lifted her upper body leaning on her elbows to look at Tommy, she puffed. He licked his lips and resumed his previous work.

“Let it go, love.”

Hooking his fingers upwards he smirked lustfully while Y/N couldn’t control it anymore and came hard against his hand and mouth.

“Ah, ah… oh.”

Y/N was still laying on her back, trying to catch her breath.

“You’re turning into a sex machine, I swear.” He chuckled. “Fucking horny all the time.”

“Do I hear someone complaining?” She let a loud sigh out. “I thought you said you’d be my slave?” She meant joking for one of his poems.

Tommy crawled on the bed to kiss her lips. “I am.” He admitted without hesitation.

Hopefully once the baby was born, they’d be able to go back to normal, they were still careful about the baby, even that it seemed lately the pregnancy seemed to be going well. But for now, he was pleased with his job, Y/N had already made him cum, she didn’t stop until he reached his release.

After the extasis they shared, silence overcame around them. Y/N was moving her finger over the sun rays tattoo on his chest. “Tommy?”

Worryingly, he looked down at her.

“I know you’re doing this for us, but please… be careful? We need you.” She couldn’t bear the idea of him getting hurt.

“And I need you to stop worrying about this.” His hands moved down her round stomach, his lips kissing all over. “For me? For this little peanut?” He made a playful attempt to bite her bump. “Cheer up, everything will be just fine, love.”

Hovering over her body, Tommy supported his weight on his arms and knees.

It was easier said than done, of course. She was emotional and couldn’t help the worry. “Just go already.”

He tried to stay positive and pass it on to her, but he couldn’t really blame Y/N, he could only imagine the uncertainty she was dealing with. Kissing her temple, Tommy got up from the bed to get ready for the day.

***

“May I ask what this was about?” James asked as they walked to the car. He only stayed outside for five minutes.

“No.” Tommy chuckled and started the engine. “But I’ll share a secret with you because my woman likes you, James.” He handled James the pin of the grenade. “Do you know what that is?”

“No.”

“That’s called bluffing, when you’re playing cards you bluff so the other opponents think what you want them to think.” James’ features were full of confusion. “I told ‘em you had a wire to blew us all.”

James went pale, while he was enjoying it.

“Why would you do that?”

Tommy couldn’t stop the smirk. “To have things the way I wanted to.”

“And what if it went wrong?”

“They would’ve shot us.” Tommy looked at James. “Don’t get sick in my car.”

***

After Tommy kissed her hair as goodbye, Y/N paced the room, she just wanted the day to be over to see him again. The bath didn’t help to calm her nerves, perhaps she should take her sketchbook outside and make a couple of new jewelry draws to keep her mind off the races.

Taking her tools, she found a note under the pencils case.

“Trust in me and I shall trust in you,

howbeit scattered is your view,

our love forever remains true,

In your hour of need,

On my shoulder you may lean,

When you fall to your knees,

You can always trust in me,

My hand you may hold,

Oh, the way we two mould,

Like two broken pieces from the same jigsaw puzzle,

Although we may struggle,

Through all the shovels and the tunnels,

In my arms shall you fall,

You and me against the world.

Yours, Tommy.

Feeling her eyes watering by Tommy’s words, she changed her mind, a relief sigh escaped her lips, at the memory of a dress that fitted her pregnant figure. Now she realized she made a terrible mistake by sending him to the races without a goodbye kiss. What if that morning was the last time she saw Tommy?

“Isaiah, can you help me and get the car ready?”

“Where are we going ma’am?”

Looking into the boy’s eyes, she answered: “To the races.”

***

“Look at her! Hello, hello, hello.” He walked towards his horse, gently caressing between the forehead and the muzzle, whispering Romani words of encouragement: “It’s okay… you will win another races Princess.”

“After the race I’ll change in the horse box and come and join you with the toffs. What do you say?” He could feel May’s eyes on him.

Looking around he nodded. “Hmm. Yeah.”

There it was again, no matter what she did. He kept rejecting her. “You don’t want me to join you.” It wasn’t a question. “It’s fine, I’ll sit here in the mud.”

Shaking his head, Tommy sighed, debating whether to tell her or not.

“I’m sorry, May… for involving you in this. I’m really sorry for the damage I’ll cause.”

“I asked John about her. The woman who hurt you, I will help you forget about her.”

“She’s in the past, now. That no longer hurts, I’ve other things on me mind.”

“I don’t understand then.”

Looking at his watch, he sighed. “You’ll probably hate me for this.”

“Tommy…”

“I’m with someone, we’ve been together for a while.” He finally let everything out, he couldn’t allow his lies to keep growing, making May think that she had a chance.

One of her hands came up to her mouth, she was in shock.

“That’s why you evaded me, every time I tried to get close to you…”

“Like I said, I’m sorry that was a low thing to do to you.”

“You should’ve told me.” She reproached in a low voice. “I would’ve never get involved with a married man.”

They weren’t married yet, but he decided to not correct May.

Hiding his hands in his pockets he admitted: “You wouldn’t have helped me then.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“You don’t have to keep helping me, I’ll understand.”

May seemed to think of it for a while. “You’re paying me to train your horse… and that’s what I’ll do.”

He knew he shouldn’t ask for anything else, but he couldn’t stop himself. “And the licenses?”

“We’ll see about that.” Without much thinking, she decided to accept his honesty, that was all she could get from him after all.

“You can join us up there later.” When he saw her nod, Tommy touched her arm. “Bye.”

After stalking Russell around the area where people placed their bets, Tommy followed him to the private are reserved for only a few people, there was a waiting list of over a year, but of course with his contacts, being at the top of that list wasn’t a real problem.

“I’ve to talk to you.”

The problem was that while waiting on the queue, Grace appeared out of the blue.

“Grace, what are you doing here?” His eyes moved around.

“I have to talk to you.” She repeated.

Looking up to keep an eye on Russell, he spoke again: “Grace. This is not a good time.” Taking a long puff of his cigarette, he walked down the stairs pulling her by the arm. “Let’s go this way. Excuse us.” Breaking through a group of people, he guided her around the stairs. What the hell was she doing there?

“Whatever it is, Grace, it’ll have to wait.”

“I can’t wait.” She demanded. “It wasn’t me who is at fault, I found my husband’s medical records, he can���t have children.”

He looked up again, he didn’t give a fuck about her husband. He needed this to be done at the right time and place.

“I can fill for divorce, we can finally get back together.”

“Grace, I seriously have things to do.”

“It’s not worth the toss of a coin this time?”

His patience running low. “Grace, I have things to do. When they are done, I will decide.” She just didn’t understand.

“When will that be?”

“After the race.” He snapped.

She couldn’t believe that. “After the race?” Was she less important than that? “After the fucking race, Tommy?”

Russell was being walked inside. “When the race is over, I will decide what to do. What to fucking do, all right?”

“But Tommy… tell me there’s a chance for us.” She pleaded. “Just tell me that I was right by coming here today.”

“Grace.” How far was she willing to take this?

“Because the thing is… I love you, not him.” She confessed.

He finally had her where he wanted her to be. Begging for something she wouldn’t have back. “That is a thing.” He let her touch his face, but this time, it did nothing to him, she finally didn’t hold any power over him, like she used to do.

He agreed to see her where they lay the bets, and that would be his last move on her.

He enjoyed a lot driving Campbell nuts with the thought of Grace and him together, the face the prick made after he rubbed Grace’s words in his face, it was a priceless moment he would never forget, this would be the last time they would see each other and he had so many reasons to hate him; for hurting Polly, Michael, sending a traitor into his life… Oh, but today, he would get revenge. He was so sure of his strategy that when he looked into his eyes, Tommy found fear in them. For a mere second, but it was there.

***

May walked out of the box she used to change her clothes to have one last look at the horse, she didn’t win. But as she walked closer, she found someone caressing the horse’s neck.

“Who’s she?” She asked the man who was taking care of Hope.

“She says she owns the horse.” He removed dust from his pants. “Said she’s with Mr. Shelby. Be careful on the way out, some gypsies are burning the licenses.”

May stared at her, as the woman walked to the front, her bump was evident. Tommy not only loved another woman, he was going to have a baby with her.

And now she understood everything, Tommy wasn’t interested in winning the race, he wanted everybody to lose their pitches. And he had been using her. She needed to clear her mind.

“Y/N!” Polly finally found her and grabbing her by the arm, she tried to take her out of the ring.

“Godmother, wait… I forgot to give you this.” Y/N took a small box from her father’s jewelry brand, a beautiful pair of earrings made with pearls and crystals were about to decorate her naked ears. “For good luck… even though we lost the race.”

“My girl, thank you so much, but you shouldn’t be alone here.” Things could go wrong at any time.

“I won’t stay, just wanted to see Tommy, I know he’s busy.”

“Goodness, and you couldn’t just tell one of the boys? Let’s find him and get you out of here.”

Tommy was still shaken by the events with Lizzie and Russell, he should’ve moved faster, he shouldn’t have wasted so much time, he genuinely felt sorry for her, but there was nothing he could do about it now. In the end Russell was dead and his part of the job was done.

Now, he needed to do one more thing and he would be done for real, piss off Darby Sabini, just for the pleasure of fucking him over. To prove him wrong, to make it clear that a gypsy with nothing in his pocket could take him over. And while he got that for dessert after a successful day at the races, his boys would be taking over the gaming licenses.

But as he was moving around to get into the suites area, Y/N’s voice made him stop on his track.

“Are you all right love? What happened?” He looked at her worryingly, Polly behind her with the same look of worry he had on his face, she shouldn’t be here today. “It’s alright Pol, just go.” She still had one thing to do.

“Nothing.” She followed him through the crowd. “I just found your poem.” He tried to walk her to another place.

*

Grace just had an unpleasant encounter with May Carleton, did she sleep with Tommy? She assured her being his horse’s trainer, were they close? She had so many questions, but she would wait for him.

She loved him.

Wandering around to find a place to sit, she had to stop by the sight in front of her; Tommy was holding a woman close to his body, and his hands were moving from her face, to her shoulders and then down… to her bump. She had to blink a couple of times.

*

“Where’s your tie? And what happened to your face?” He was bleeding.

“I didn’t see a branch, it was torn.” Just looking at her and he could feel the calmness.

Tommy couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Leaning her face against his palm, she knew it was ridiculous, but she couldn’t keep it from him.

“I love you, Tommy… and I trust you.” Looking into his eyes, they were so blue like the sky. Pulling him down by the neck, she owned his mouth, his soul and body.

Tommy gave in, because in that very moment, Y/N’s kiss was all he needed.

*

Grace felt as if a horse had kicked her in the stomach when she saw the way Tommy smiled at that woman after pulling apart. She wanted to scream and curse, he made her believe there was an open door for them, she said she loved him! How could he forget about her just like that?

*

“I love you too.” He couldn’t stop the smile spreading on his lips, she placed his peaked cap in place, her eyes shining. “And you came all the way here just for a kiss?”

“I needed to kiss you and I’m sorry Hope lost.” Tommy stole another one.

“Will you go back to the chalet?” She nodded. “I will see you later.”

*

Polly’s mind went blank as she walked out of the phone cabin. The look Campbell gave her the instant she fired her gun would forever be in the back of her mind. But he deserved for taking advantage of her and hurting her son. She felt disgusted by the memory of his hands on her, but it made her feel much better to know he wouldn’t be around anymore.

Y/N’s earrings definitely gave her the luck she needed in order to be brave and fearless and finish with that bastard.

She walked around the place with her perfect white and expensive suit stained with blood.

***

But later turned into dark and Tommy was nowhere to be seen, Esme tried to convince her to join everybody in the pub where they would be celebrating but Y/N refused the invitation. It took her a long time to accept Jeremiah’s advice to go with him and wait at the betting shop, that would be better than waiting for Tommy at the chalet alone.

He was nowhere to be seen and even though she should be used by now to constant worry, but being honest she would only feel calm when she could see him in one piece.

His mind was working at speed, still trying to process everything.

He wanted to go to the chalet to be with Y/N, but first, he needed a drink, to bring his heart rate back to normal.

Tommy couldn’t believe he was that close to be dead.

Finally all his dreams would take off.

“I’ve got some ideas, Michael… for the future of the company. And also…” Looking at the ceiling, there was one thing he couldn’t keep out of his mind.

“I’m planning on getting married.”

Storming into his office without knocking, she could only focus on Tommy. “You’re here, you’re alright.” She cried touching his face, the cut on his temple seemed bad. His arms were around her, pulling her as closer as the bump allowed.

Tommy waved Michael goodbye with his hand.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, I just needed a fucking minute.”

Kissing her deeply, hard, devouring all of her.

“I was so worried, nobody knew where were you.”

Tommy stopped her worries by kissing her lips, his voice soft when he spoke. “Sorry… I went for a walk.”

“First the branch, now the walk… you’ve blood, Tommy. And I don’t believe you.” He chuckled.

“One of these days, I will tell you. But not today, my love, not today.” In her eyes, he found all the love he didn’t know he was looking for.

“Oh Tommy, sometimes I think I’m just giving you bad ideas.” He chuckled. “Jeremiah says when I found you… that woman saw us, together.” Tommy smile grew bigger.

“I made sure Campbell went straight to hell thinking we were back.” He kissed Y/N’s nose. “Your ideas are the greatest, keep them coming.”

Y/N was too tired to go back to the chalet, her back was killing her, the baby had been moving all day long inside of her.

Once Tommy closed the door and poured the last bucket of water into the bathtub in front of the fire, Y/N got up gloriously naked in front of him, the flames lighting her bump. With wet fingers, she started to undo Tommy’s buttons in silence. Helping her down again, he joined inside the bathtub, it was small for the two of them, well, three. But he enjoyed the closeness.

Using a clean cloth, she wiped away the blood from his temple gently to not hurt him. But Tommy had other ideas and as Y/N was focused on taking care of him, his wet hand moved around the back of her head to pull her for another kiss, she lost balance and the bump ended crashing against him, the water splashing to the floor. Y/N pulled away breathless, she could feel something different in him, something bigger than Tommy. She asked him to turn around to wash his back and shoulders, his body felt so tense, feeling his skin she moved the soap and sponge around his neck to remove the blood, then with a small bowl she let the water run from behind down his chest, her hands running up and down his back.

“You’re so quiet.”

Blinking a couple of times, he realized he would be able to see his child grow up, he would be there to hold the baby’s hand, he would get to show his boy or girl how to ride a horse, his last name would be passed from one generation to another, and his children would get the chance to enjoy the empire he was building.

“Just thinking.” He replied in a low voice.

For someone who was constantly facing death, this was a chance he wouldn’t let go.

“About?” Y/N passed her arms around his torso, Tommy covered her hands on his chest.

“Us. The future.”

Kissing his shoulder, Y/N smile at the thought of it. “Tommy?”

“Hmm?”

“I think you’ll be a great politician one day.”

Staring into some point on the wall, Tommy smiled.

“I will.”

***

I hope you like this part!! 🥰✨ thank you for joining me in this ride, remember your comments keep me going ♥️

epilogue

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[anystalker707]

Nature's stress balls

Pairing: Gerard x [afab] Reader Word count: ~ 3 500 Genre: Smut Summary: Gerard has a fixation for (y/n)'s tits... but not just them. Kind of content: Harsh / Oral fixation / Breasts fixation / Lactation kink

Requested by anon [(...) Because, I previously read your story where Gerard has a thigh kink and I loved it. I was thinking what if it was similar, but instead of thighs, it was boobs? (...)]

A/N: not proofread

People come and go in a rush to prepare everything for the concert, making it difficult to reach the vending machine by the end of the hallway, but I finally get to it. Water, 001; Pepsi, 002; Sprite...

“Excuse me,” a person says as they approach me, and if I’m not wrong, it’s the girl the band got to take care of the merch stand for today, “can you help me with the pricing of these ones, please? The paper wasn’t very clear about it.” She furrows her eyebrows as she looks between the two hoodies she has in hands, pretty much with the same style though one of them is open while the other isn’t.

I shake my head with a sigh as I press the buttons for a bottle of Sprite, Skittles, M&M’s and a pack of pretzel sticks and stick my hand in my pocket for the money. “Look, I have no idea, you’ll have to either find one of them or Brian, maybe Matt knows.” I stretch the bill before slipping it in the receiver.

“Aren’t you from the band’s staff, though?” She tilts her head a little, sighing heavily.

“Not really.” I shrug, watching the springs slowly roll, eventually letting the bottle then the pretzels and the candies hit the box. “I’m just with them, tagging along.”

A sharp hum comes in response as she eyes me up and down before rushing away again, in a way that only has a small smile tugging on my lips while I bend down to get my things and go off to the dressing room again.

It almost feels like it’s louder in the dressing room than in the outside, even if there are just around eight people here aside from me, those being the guys and the people to fix their makeup and outfits. Ray and Mikey are more acceptant of it, almost seeming bored while they fix them up—Mikey even has that game of his in hand and Ray tries to talk with the person helping him out—, but Gerard is coming up with something every five seconds, like usual, and I pity whoever is trying to get Frank to sit still this time.

“I’m back and I’m keeping the change as promised!” I say loud enough for everyone to hear, closing the door behind me, and go off dropping the pretzels for Mikey, M&M’s for Frank, Skittles for Ray, and Sprite for Gerard, lastly.

“You don’t get it,” Gerard sighs as he pulls away from the person, “I want it to look, like, dark red. Threatening. Not... I’ve-been-crying-for-hours.” He glares, eyebrows knitted together, and the makeup artist sighs, dipping the brush in more red eyeshadow, much to Gerard’s pleasure. “Also, thank you, (y/n),” he says despite closing his eyes for the person to apply the eyeshadow, and hum with a nod in response, leaning back against the table.

Gerard lets out a long exhale as soon as his makeup is done, nodding in approval, but not without first looking at himself in the mirror with an extreme critical look that probably only increases the artist’s annoyance. They don’t react much, though, only nodding while gathering their things to leave. Meanwhile, Gerard opens his Sprite and takes a few sips of it.

“The merch girl probably also thinks I’m useless,” I chuckle, watching a smile of entertainment tug on his lips.

“Let them think.” He puts the bottle away on the table again, chuckling as he pulls me closer and lets his head rest against my upper stomach for a moment just to pull away with a sigh and stand up. “C’mon.”

The constant need to look around and check if someone will see us walking into the restroom or a random room together turned into nothing through the time, hence we don’t even bother looking around before sneaking into the last, empty dressing room down the hallway. Gerard locks the door behind himself after pulling me into the room, and turns on the lights, not even wasting time to corner me against the closest table, humming as he buries his face in the crook of my neck, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

“I’ve been fucking craving you.” Gerard inhales deeply, leaving soft kisses along the skin until his lips meet mine in a firm and deep kiss. He hums softly against my lips and lets his hands close tightly around my waist, pulling me closer to him to soon have his hands slipping under my shirt. “People only think you’re useless because they don’t know how there wouldn’t be any concert if I didn’t have you with me,” he breathes, pulling away so he can help me get rid of my shirt.

My cheeks burn a little not just with Gerard’s words, but also with how hungrily his eyes flicker over me, taking in every detail. His fingers hook around the straps of my bra, slowly pulling them down, and I help him with it, letting it fall enough to expose my breasts.

A soft sound comes from Gerard before his lips are pressed to mine again. This time, his hands start from lingering over my hips, slowly going up my torso until they’re cupping my breasts to softly fondle them, enough to send small sparkles of pleasure running down my spine before he’s holding me firmly in place by my hips, but it doesn’t even compare to how it feels when his lips start trailing down my neck this time, lingering around my collarbones then trailing down my chest until his lips finally latch around my nipple.

Gerard’s tongue is warm and wet around it, the rough surface pressing flat against it a couple of times, already making my breath hitch in my throat, though a proper moan only escapes my lips when his teeth graze the skin and he starts sucking on it properly. It is messy as always, of course, his tongue running over the skin around while he continues sucking, slowly making that weak tickling feeling more intense until he finally lets out a moan against me.

“Gee,” I breathe, letting my fingers tangle with his dark strands of hair, tugging on it a little just as he likes, proudly snatching another moan from him at the same time I can feel the arousal slowly pool down in my lower stomach.

“You’re so hot,” Gerard breathes, letting his lips linger against my chest on his way to my other nipple, where he repeats the process. A quiet curse escapes my lips as I look down, observing the wet ring that circles my nipple as the couple of drops of the white liquid still come from it, and then there’s more milk dripping from the corner of Gerard’s mouth. He moans against the skin, making me hum softly at the nice feeling, barely able to tug onto his strands anymore, even more with how he presses closer and buries his nose into the skin, sucking harder—

“Gerard,” I gasp with a groan, actually tugging onto his hair, which at least has Gerard releasing some of the pressure on my nipple, slowly letting it get lighter and lighter until he’s just licking the last stray droplets, finally pulling away with a couple of kisses.

“So fucking good,” Gerard sighs and presses his lips to mine, letting his tongue slip into my mouth and press down against mine, giving me some of the taste of the milk. Holy fuck. His hands finally release my hips, having been holding onto them for so long and so strongly that my skin actually misses the touch.

.

A sigh escapes my lips as I look around, sometimes taking a glance at my phone, while I wait for Gerard to leave backstage for us to go back to the hotel, and I’m about to text him about going ahead when I spot him approaching, in a fast pace, his bag thrown over his shoulder.

“Took you long enough,” I tease as he hooks his arms with mine, tugging me along with him.

Gerard scoffs and raises an eyebrow at me, letting a playful smirk tug on his lips. “Yeah, keep talking like that and you’ll see what you’ll get.”

“You’re so bad!” I roll my eyes, chuckling at the glare he shoots at me.

“You’ll see how bad it can get...” A small smile tugs on his lips, and I don’t know whether I should feel excited or not, but anticipation still buzzes under my skin as he starts taking faster strides.

The hotel isn’t bad, it’s almost perfect compared to the ones we used to stay at during the Bullets tours—with locks and bathrooms that actually work, and soft mattresses. Relief takes over me as I throw myself on the bed after having taken my shoes off by the door. Gerard smiles at me, also getting rid of his shoes then proceeding to let our bag down next to the bed, where he takes a seat, near the edge.

“So,” Gerard sighs as he shrugs his jacket off then runs a hand through his hair, pulling his strands away from his face, “I don’t think I got enough of you earlier...” His fingers play lightly with the hem of my shirt and lift it a little, enough to expose a small slice of skin which his fingers play on, tracing soft patterns.

“Oh, you never do.” I grin, containing myself from demonstrating how much I appreciate the light touches that extend themselves to my other hip. “The proof of it is how you can’t even be away from me for too long. You’d be nothing without me.” I blink, observing him for a long moment. Knowing I have certain power over Gerard always stirs something in my stomach, even if I can’t bring myself into exerting it—the want of Gerard over me already is often stronger than the will to play with him, even if it’s fun to watch him crumble under the need. Gerard knows that, above all.

Gerard’s lips slowly stretch into a grin at the same time his eyes grow darker, pupils dilating almost instantly. “You need all of it as much as I do. Now, let’s not discuss such an irrelevant detail, shall we?” He leans in and locks his lips with mine before I can even think of a response, just allowing me to sigh and hum against his lips, resting a hand on his shoulder. A soft nudge on my legs is enough for me to spread them, allowing Gerard to take place between them and press himself against me; his kiss grows deeper and more urgent, with his hands around my hips to pin me to the mattress, most likely leaving behind the marks that he enjoys so much.

I gasp for air once Gerard finally breaks the kiss, instead letting his lips trail down my neck in needy kisses, leaving behind tingly hot spots that will probably turn purple later, but for now all I can focus on is holding onto his hair while moaning softly.

Clothing by clothing hits the floor with a soft muffled sound, removed quickly and swiftly, leaving us bare against each other as Gerard continues to let his hands wander over my torso. He isn’t as fast as he was when pulling me into that dressing room. This time his mouth works between my breasts once his hands fall to my thighs, pressing down onto the skin and squeezing it, and his fingers trail down my inner thighs, and he’s going to touch me... just that he doesn’t.

A groan escapes my lips in a frustration that seems to do nothing but amuse Gerard, who grins against my skin before he lets his lips linger over my breasts instead, trailing along one of them and eventually letting his tongue press against my nipple. The feeling is enough to snatch a gasp from me at the same time I arch my back, loving and hating how sensitive it feels already, even more when his teeth sink into the skin.

“Fuck— Gerard!” I gasp, tugging on his hair harshly, enough to make him let out a loud moan, soon cursing under his breath.

“‘Bet you’ve been wet and needy since I pulled you to the dressing room earlier today, hm?” He bites on his lip for a moment while looking at me and gives me a sweet kiss on the lips. “Thinking about what I would do to you today, since I treat you so well every hotel night, isn’t it?”

A hum comes from me as I don’t want to leave him without an answer, but just the thought of admitting it verbally already has my cheeks burning whilst my eyes drift down, away from his. 

Pride reflects in Gerard’s expression purely, having him chuckle then lean down again, burying his face between my breasts and inhaling deeply. His hands find their way to my breasts, pressing them together around his face at the same time he fondles them lightly, letting his fingers sink into the skin without really bothering to be careful. “I’m so fucking lucky to have you,” he groans, mouthing at the skin until his lips latch once again around one of my nipples, and all the stimulation has the milk flowing easier than earlier, making Gerard and I moan at the same time.

If Gerard told me he hasn’t drunk a drop of water in months, I would believe him given all the eagerness he drinks the milk with, sucking and almost nibbling on my nipple at times, and— Fuck, my back arches, and I just can’t keep myself from closing my hands around his hair whereas pulling him closer and pushing myself against him because I fucking need more and more of him no matter if his touch sometimes feels like hot white fire. When Gerard finally pulls away, the cold air that replaces his mouth is terribly agonizing, hence a few pathetic whimpers escape my throat, fucking pathetically. My fingers are almost numb already as I loosen my grip a little.

Gerard’s amusement only grows, though, almost as if he isn’t used to it. He runs his tongue over his lips and kisses me again, humming into it, making no effort to make the kiss messy—on the contrary, he adds tongue and nibbles my lips whenever he can. He’ll be the death of me.

“Do you need me to stretch you?” His nose brushes against mine softly as he observes me through half-lidded eyes. I would tease him about being so needy, so intoxicated by it if I were able to string so many words together at once.

“No,” I mumble after a long moment.

With a hum, Gerard nods and pecks my lips before he pulls back, hooking his hands under my knees to bring my legs up a little, just enough for him to shift, his cock pressing between my folds and sending pleasure ringing up my spine, but it’s still not enough.

“C’mon, more!” I wrap my arms around Gerard’s neck, bringing him closer; all he does is to chuckle.

“Shh, patience, baby.” Gerard nuzzles me, this time giving me no opportunity to complain, rolling his hips against mine and turning the complaints that once threatened to escape my throat into moans that only grow more constant as he keeps moving his hips. The way he moans next to my ear, deep and throaty, only makes it all so much more difficult, fuck. Gerard finally stops after what feels like forever, and the next thing I can feel after his hand leaves my leg is a pressure against my entrance—finally.

The soft burning of stretching around Gerard only adds up to the pleasure of having him finally slipping inside me, to a point the moans are caught in my throat until I finally get used to it, moaning at how Gerard reaches all the right spots. Gerard’s first few thrusts are awkward and experimental, searching for the right stroke, then he finally sets a proper rhythm, not too slow nor too fast.

Gerard presses a few kisses to my neck, nuzzling and humming against the already abused skin, though it’s probably more of a distraction to his lips as he continues to fuck me so good.

“God,” Gerard groans as he pauses to bring himself up, adjusting his position to bring my legs more upon myself and around him in a way he frees his hands, and it doesn’t even take much to know what he’s going to do with them. My breasts are damn sore by now, from all the groping, fondling and sucking, but his touches still feel like heaven when he squeezes and plays with them, this time having nothing—or no one—to catch the milk, slowly soaking the mattress around me, but I still find no strength to complain, not while he continues to move his hips against mine and play with me.

My pants and moans make Gerard’s name nearly unrecognizable when it spills from my lips, but it’s still there, still a soft cry for him as I let my hands find his and close around his wrists, my fingers sinking into his skin in an attempt to help myself not squirm so much from the overstimulation around my breasts. Fuck.

Gerard only doesn’t mind about how I grip onto him until my nails scratch along his wrists, making him hiss at first, but soon come to a pause. “(Y/n)!” He clicks his tongue, glaring at me from behind his messy strands, and takes a hold of my wrists instead, holding both over my head with a single hand given how the other continues on my breast. A cry comes from me as I try to free my hands, only to receive a look from Gerard that has a shiver running down my spine at the same time the arousal pools down faster at my stomach, and my momentary silence lasts until his lips latch with my nipple again.

“Gerard,” I gasp, curling my fingers around nothing, and fuck, it feels so good. His thrusts grow faster, somehow reaching deeper, sending this nice feeling sparkling up my spine in a steadier rhythm that feels so damn good.

Gerard hums around me, his tongue soothing over my nipple between his sucking at it, still letting some of the milk trail down my side and— fuck, the staff will kill us. All the stimulation, every single feeling at once seems to melt me from the inside, to a point I’m just at Gerard’s mercy, giving up to the feeling; it’s too intense and fast, but still far from bad.

“I— Fuck, Gee, ‘m close,” I gasp, feeling this distance feeling in my lower stomach that feels impossible to be reached my myself. “Please, touch me, Gerard, touch me,” I mumble with the hope he understands anything beyond messy moans and gasps.

“Just a moment.” Gerard groans, panting as he presses his forehead to my chest, and a louder moan escapes his lips with how his hips snap forward harsher a couple of times, sinking in deep and snatching a string of moans from my lips that only extends itself further once Gerard’s thumb comes in contact with my clit. His finger presses down against it, circling it and stroking it just the right way. “C’mon,” Gerard mumbles against my collarbones, eventually pressing his face to my neck, “come for me, (y/n),” he moans with a soft gasp, already letting his hips stutter.

It doesn’t take much longer before the tight knot in my lower stomach unravels itself, sending this familiar tingling up my thighs and leaving behind this throbbing feeling between my legs, everything so fast and in that way that always has my mind stopping for seconds. Gerard’s hips roll against mine a couple of times more before he pulls away and I can feel his come on the inside of my thigh, hot and sticky.

Only Gerard’s pants along with mine cut through the thick silence of the room, our chests heaving up and down as we slowly catch our breaths. Gerard’s grip around my wrists becomes loose at the same moment my thighs start to give up around him, our bodies now relaxing from all the tension they have been put through and seeking for comfort.

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[thatfanficstuff]

Late Night Libations - Chris Argent

Pairing: Chris Argent x Reader

Warnings: talk of injury, drinking

A/N: Celebration Summer #11. Prompt was Person A wearing Person B's clothes. Also, look at that man up there. Hot Damn.

WC: 1176

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You sat on the floor in Allison Argent’s bedroom and watched her sleep. You weren’t trying to be creepy, you were just in too much pain to sleep at the moment. The pack had fought with a group of rogues moving through the area. You’d been clawed and tossed into a tree. After Melissa stitched you up, she’d sent you off with the admonishment you couldn’t go home alone just in case of a concussion. Allison had immediately offered to bring you home with her.

Though you were a few years older than her, the two of you had become quick friends and often looked out for each other. So, she’d driven you to her house and helped you clean up when you kept pulling your stitches trying to do it yourself. As you were curvier than Ali, she’d raided her dad’s closet to get you a sweater and a pair of his sleep pants. You were warm and comfortable and in any other circumstances you would have curled up and been out like a light.

But you hurt. You ached deep in your bones. Plus, your head was buzzing in the way it only did after a fight. You always ran everything over and over again in your head thinking of all the different ways it could have played out. It was worse when you or someone else had been injured as you figured out how things could have gone differently. You’d hoped to just calm your brain enough you could go back to sleep but it didn’t appear as if that was going to happen anytime soon.

With a sigh, you eased yourself up off the floor. You knew where the pain killers and the alcohol were. Not the best combination but as long as you didn’t take anything stronger than Advil you figured you’d be fine. The whiskey would probably do you more good than the pills anyway. You made your way to the kitchen and popped three Ibuprofen with a glass of water. Then you padded out to the garage and grabbed the bottle of whiskey from the cabinet Chris kept it in.

He didn’t want it in the house where there were often unsupervised teenagers so he kept it in the garage which was under full video surveillance. You and Derek were legal however and had shared a drink with the hunter more than once. Not as often as you’d like if you were honest. You’d had some seriously naughty thoughts about that man.

You carried the bottle into the kitchen and poured some into the glass you’d used for water.

“Pour me one while you’re at it.” The deep voice coming from behind you made you jump and you clenched your teeth as the stitches pulled.

“Christ, Argent. You scared the shit out of me.”

He chuckled as he moved closer. “Sorry.”

You hummed and shot him a look. He wasn’t sorry in the least. You handed him his glass before twisting the lid back on the bottle. When you sipped at your drink, you closed your eyes as you savored the taste. Feeling his gaze, you turned to him with a lifted brow. “Yes?”

He swallowed and his tongue ran along his bottom lip as his eyes trailed over you. “Are those my clothes?”

Your face heated and you tugged on the hem of the sweater. “Yeah. Sorry.” His gaze darkened and you had a hard time reading his expression. “My clothes were torn up and bloody. Ali said you wouldn’t mind.”

His expression shifted instantly as he sat his glass on the counter. He stepped closer to you. “What happened?” His voice was heavy with worry.

“We finally caught up with those rogues. I got clawed and tossed into a tree. Not my finest hour.” You always hated admitting any failings to him, afraid he’d think you weren’t capable.

“Let me see.” It was a cross between a demand and a request. He closed the little remaining distance between the two of you. You moved to lift the sweater, hissing when your stitches pulled again. His eyes locked on yours. “May I?” he asked as he gestured to your side.

At your nod, he lifted the sweater slowly. Only when the wound was fully exposed did his gaze move from your face to your side. “Damn it, sweetheart. I thought I told you to be more careful.”

You gave a little shrug. “It could have been worse. Glue fixed most of it. Only the deepest parts got the stitches.”

He shot you a glare before quickly returning his attention to your wound. “Let me see where you hit the tree.” You turned so he could see your back. You hadn’t seen it so you had no idea what it looked like. Fingers ran over your skin. “Fuck,” he breathed out and let the sweater drop.

You turned to face him to find he’d taken a step back. His jaw was set and his arms were crossed over his chest. “What did the doctor say?”

You bit your lip and glanced away.

His arms dropped and he stepped back into your space. He said your name but it was more than just your name; it was a warning.

Your eyes found his again. “It would just be so much to try to explain. Melissa fixed me up.”

“Well, that’s just lovely, sweetheart, but since when does Melissa have an x-ray machine to look at your back when it bounces off a tree?” You’d heard Chris angry before, but it had never been directed at you.

You looked at him with wide eyes. “I’m sorry?”

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. After a moment, he pulled you into his arms. Tension flowed from you and you wrapped your arms around his waist. “No, I’m sorry,” he finally said. “I worry about you almost more than Allison. At least she has the crossbow and can stay the hell out of the line of fire.”

He should probably tell her that. He’d have a coronary if he saw how up close and personal she used that thing sometimes. “You don’t have to worry about me, Chris. I can take care of myself.”

A sound of agreement left his lips and he placed a hand on the side of your face as he leaned back. “And what if I want to worry about you, sweetheart?”

You simply gazed at him without responding until he bent down to capture your lips with his. The kiss was short, sweet and long overdue. When he pulled away, you fisted your hands in his flannel to pull him back to you. He laughed against your lips but gave you what you wanted.

When Allison woke in the morning and couldn’t find you, she headed downstairs. Frowning at the quiet, she searched the lower level of the house. She found you and her father curled up together on the couch sound asleep. Smiling, she crept back up to her room texting Lydia as she went.

[luckysevenwrites]

Who’s your bias?

Haechan finds himself in the hospital waiting to get an x-ray after hurting himself during a warm up. While his mind is filled with worries about his leg, he’s able to find some distraction in you, the x-ray tech who is an intern. Haechan didn’t think he would find anything to smile about while getting an x-ray but you prove him wrong.

Part of the long term couples series

Sitting in the waiting room waiting to be taken back to get his x-ray Haechan couldn’t believe that he was here. Who would have thought warming up to perform would lead to him twisting his leg wrong and not being able to walk. Glaring down at his traitorous leg he hoped that nothing was broken. He didn’t want to miss any more performances than the one he is already missing. He feels like he is letting the group down. Even though all of them assured him that it was fine and that they were more concerned with him being okay.

           Still, he couldn’t stop the guilt from forming. Leaning his head back he closes his eyes and lets out a sigh. His manager next to him glances over at him and assures him that it won’t be long now. That they’ll know the results soon and he’ll be back with the rest of his members. He wants that to be, his gut though is telling him that its more serious than what everyone is hoping for. Eventually a nurse comes in and wheels him into a room to get his x-ray done.

           “Hi there Haechan, I’m Dr. Kim and this is my intern Y/n, Y/l/n do you mind if they join us today,” Haechan shakes his head no. He could care less who is performing the x-ray he just wants to know how bad it is and how long he isn’t going to be able to perform.

           “Okay let’s get you onto the table.” Dr. Kim nods for the nurse to push him towards the table. You follow behind her and together you help Haechan onto the table and get him in the correct position. It’s as you’re placing a pillow under his head that you first talk to him.

           “Try not to stress too much about it. Even if something is broken, you’re young and you’ll heal fast.” Haechan gives you a weak smile. He appreciates that you are trying to make him feel better.

           “For my line of work, it would be better if I didn’t have a broken bone.” He admits to you as you continue to adjust him until he is just right.

           You pause by his hip and lean against the table. Studying him Haechan wonders what you are thinking and why you are looking at him like that. Like you want to scold him but also comfort him. He’s not sure how he feels about you looking at him like that.

           “If your fans are true fans, they’ll still be there after you heal and the ones who aren’t then they weren’t real fans at all. And from what I’ve heard your members will be there to support you through all of this.”

           “You know who I am?” Haechan sits up a little causing you to huff at him because you now have to readjust him. You gently push him back down.

           “Of course, I do. They told us who was coming in and we had to sign a bunch of paperwork saying that we wouldn’t say anything to anyone about you being here. Also, I’m a fan of all of you,” Haechan notices how you won’t meet his eye while you admit that part and he wants to tease you but you disappear behind the door, and he hears Dr. Kim over the intercom telling him what they are going to for x-rays.

           Closing his eyes Haechan tries to think positive. He can hear clicking every once and a while from the machine and before he knows it you are walking back out and having him sit up so you can help him back into the wheelchair. Placing your one arm around his waist, the other holding onto his bicep Haechan cannot stop his mischievous mind and he turns towards you bringing your faces within an inch of one another.

           “Tell me Dr. Y/l/n who is your bias,” Haechan almost loses it with how wide your eyes get. He somehow manages to keep a straight face while he waits for your answer.

           “Let’s get you into your wheelchair so you can find out your results,” you tell him instead and start to pull on him. Reluctantly he lets you move him into the chair but before you can get behind him to push him back to his exam room he grabs onto your hand and looks up at you with what he hopes is his best puppy dog eyes.

           “Please tell me. It would make me happy to know,” he whines hoping that you’ll give into him and for a moment he thinks your about when you start to lean in towards him.

           “My bias,” you whisper, and he nods his head encouraging you on, “is someone in NCT 127.”

           With that you straighten up and move behind him to start pushing him back to his exam room. Haechan throws his head back and whines.  Calling you unfair and that it’s wrong to torture patients that are already in pain. You just ignore him but he’s almost positive that you laugh at one point during his rambling.

           Rolling him into the exam room you turn him around in his chair, so he is facing the door. You lock his wheels in place and give a nod to his manager who has been sitting in one of the chairs waiting for Haechan to return. Haechan continues to pout, and his manager raises an eyebrow at him, but he just ignores him. He really doesn’t care who you bias but now that you won’t tell him he has to know. It’s like those do not touch signs, once he sees them, he just has to touch the thing he’s not supposed to. Now he needs to know who you bias.

           “Is it Johnny Hyung?” Haechan says before you have a chance to leave. You look over your shoulder at him and laugh.

           “I’m not telling you,” With that you turn around and walk out of the room. Haechan crosses his arms over his chest and starts to make a mental list in his head of who you could bias. You give off more of a vocal vibe than a rapper vibe when it comes to having a bias. Then again maybe you are more of a visual person. Haechan isn’t sure how long he has been analyzing who you could possibly bias, but you and Dr. Kim are walking in with his results.

           “I have good news and bad news,” Dr. Kim announces. Haechan looks over at you and you give him a reassuring smile.

           “The good news is that it is only a fracture. The bad news is, you have to stay off your leg and give yourself time to heal. That means no performance,” Haechan really wasn’t sure how it only being a fracture was good news, but he wasn’t about to argue with the doctor.

           He let Dr. Kim continue to go on and on about how long he would be out when he should come back for a checkup, and a bunch of other things that Haechan was not paying attention to. All he could think about was that he was out for now, he couldn’t perform and would basically have to lay around all day. And he wasn’t sure if he could do that. If he could just sit around for hours on end, he was going to go insane, especially since everyone else would be off doing things and he would be stuck at the dorm.

           Dr. Kim had his manager follow him out so they could get some paperwork taken care of and talk about in more detail what the fracture could mean for his future. You had stayed behind and once the two men had left the room your eyes turn to him, and you walked over, squatted down in front of him and placed your hand on his knee.

           “It’ll be okay,” you tell him, “Like I said you are young and healthy. Your bone will heal quickly, and you’ll be back performing before you know it.”

           Haechan looks down at the hand you have placed on his knee then back up at you. You quickly remove your hand from his knee and stand up. You look away from him and clear your throat before you look back at him. Haechan can’t stop the smirk that spread across his face. He likes you and he likes seeing you flustered.

           “Anyway, you’ll get a cast any special request on colors?” You ask and Haechan considers teasing you, just to see how much he get you riled up. But he figures that you probably are embarrassed enough as it is and instead answers your question.

           “I’m thinking red,” he tells you then can’t help himself with his next question, “will you be the first to sign my cast?”

           Your eyes widen for a second and again you can’t make eye contact with him. Then your eyes take on a mischievous look and Haechan is rethinking his question. Before he has the chance to take it back a nurse has come in and is wheeling him out to get his cast on. He looks back at you and you give him a wave of your fingers and Haechan has a feeling you are up to no good.

           When he returns to his exam room, he has a red cast on his leg, and he finds you sitting in a chair waiting for him with a sharpie in hand. He didn’t think that you would stick around and sign his cast he was only teasing.

           “Don’t you have work to do?” Haechan questions.

           “I’m off the clock,” you tell him as you stand and make your way over to his cast, “Still want me to sign it?”

           “Sure,” Haechan watches as you look over the cast before you settle for a spot on the side of his cast. You lean in and start to write, and he wonders what exactly you are writing because it should take that long to write your name.

           When you stand you recap the marker and give Haechan a triumphant smile, “You are all set. We’ll see you in a few weeks. Rest up well Haechan. I’m looking forward to your return.”

           With those parting words you walk out as his manager walks in. He gives you a nod as the two of you pass one another. Haechan’s manager then looks at the cast and then burst out into laughter. Haechan furrow his brow wondering what could possibly be so funny.

           “Why are you laughing?” Haechan demands as he tries to see what you wrote on his cast, but you put it in a spot that he can’t easily see.

           “She wrote ‘my bias is Doyoung’,” his manager chokes out and Haechan groans. He’s going to get you back and now he has something to think about while he’s on bed rest. He’s not going to let you have the last laugh that’s for sure.

[angelwheat]

Call of Duty Zombies

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2.0; Edward Richtofen X Reader (One-Shot)

From Wattpad

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Location: Zetsubou No Shima

The withered tress stood dormant. A breeze not dared to blow across the element-ridden land. Wild flowers and vines climbed and ate away at every structure still remaining, though most lied in a crumbled heap. A dark shadow cast over the island, the sun was setting. The stickiness in the air grew each passing day, making zombie slaughtering a chore.

A lone Doctor traipsed across the muddy plains aimlessly. Much like his very own plan, the German remained a mystery to all. Typically, his demeanour was rather collected and reserved, however, upon recent confrontation with the man, his manners changed drastically. Specifically, when his female counterpart were present.

“Edward!” A female voice bellowed in the distance.

Frightening the man, Richtofen spun on his heel swiftly, frantically trying to locate the girl. He squinted, seeing her skipping towards him with a bright smile adorning her face. An item she gripped in one hand, though Edward was unable to decipher what it was.

The girl stopped before him and in a cheery voice she spoke.

“Hey.” She giggled.

Edward felt his breath hitch and nervously wiped his hands on his shirt. Seemingly charmed by her bold grin, he became unable to return a small greeting. Instead, he smiled.

(Y/n) hid her hands and said item behind her back, rocking on her heels, baring a cheeky grin all the while.

“I have something for you.” The girl declared, averting her gaze almost sheepishly.

Edward felt intrigued to know what she held behind her. He cocked a brow, staring at the girl intently. “What is it?” He quizzed.

With words unspoken, (Y/n) revealed a rare piece of weaponry. It glowed under the beams of the basking sun. The dials on the gun reflected streaks of light onto the tattered flowers surrounding them. Lying the gun on both her hands, she urged the man to take it by shoving it towards him.

Edward lead a hesitant hand, reaching out the take the weapon, though quickly he retreated on the idea.

“(Y/n), my dear, you worked extremely hard for this weaponry. I can’t accept this.” He protested.

In the blink of an eye, (Y/n)’s expression had changed. Her brows furrowed as her eyes became saddened.

With a frown on her face the girl spoke. “You haven’t been yourself lately. I thought this might cheer you up.”

“I’m quite alright, (Y/n).” He perked up, speaking quickly.

“I still want you to have this gun. I’m telling you to take it.” Her tone sounded commanding, as her gaze sharpened. “I won’t take no for an answer.” She added.

Edward sighed, giving in to her persuasive attitude. After finally taking the weapon into his very hands, he twirled it, watching the scarlet-red metal shimmer and glisten under the rays of the ever-darkening ombre sunset.

With a smile present on his face, Edward said, “Thank you, (Y/n).”

Returning a grin, the girl replied. “You’re very welcome.”

With a spring in her step, (Y/n) sauntered away from the man, teasingly swinging her hips as she stepped.

Edward turned, eyeing the girl as she gradually sauntered out of sight. His gaze fell onto her swaying hips. Little effort was made to tear his eyes from her being. Soon enough his face flourished in a bold cherry-red fluster. To clear his thoughts, he shook his head, and carried on traipsing across the land.

--X--

Hordes or the undead flooded across the island. Gunfire rang through the air, never ceasing. Shrieking screams pierced the ears of anyone nearby as another zombie fell lifeless to the floor.

(Y/n) fought side-by-side with her fellow German friend. Bullets from the girl’s heavy machine gun sprayed at every undead creature in sight. Edward popped off multiple zombie heads with his ray gun, smirking as he watched their bodies sink onto the mud.

Unbeknownst to Edward himself, (Y/n) happened to be sneaking glances at him. Never would she let a zombie close to him, and if such a thing were to occur, she took it upon herself to slaughter the being right where it stood.

A pained yelp caused the girl to whip around in a panic. Seeing a large gash on Edward’s forearm made (Y/n) fill with rage. She lunged at the zombie, slicing her blade across its throat, and throwing the corpse to the ground. Thankfully, that was the last of them.

The pair panted heavily. (Y/n) wiped away beads of sweat that collected on her forehead, eyeing the man in front of her. She observed as he grabbed his forearm with a force, hissing in pain, and trying to contain as much blood as possible. Edward scurried away fast, leaving (Y/n) to watch him in worry.

--X--

The skies turned to black long ago. Stars littered the blank space; clouds dared not to cover them. After traipsing the island for some time, the crew had found a perfect spot to make a fire. Now, they sit before the roaring flames, perched atop some scattered logs they managed to gather.

With some bandage he had salvaged, Edward wrapped his wound. Though, in (Y/n)’s eyes, it seemed like he was fumbling with the material, trying to make the procedure longer than needed. She watched as he would slowly wrap the material around his arm, sometimes even restarting with patching the gash.

“Edward.” (Y/n) called out, seemingly causing the man to jump back to reality.

His face blossomed in red as he stared at the girl, now also ceasing his task. Edward knew that her voice had caught the attention of his friends. He glanced at each of them, feeling their gaze upon him. Seeing Dempsey smirking at him made his gaze sharpen.

“Need some help there?” She giggled.

Utterly speechless, Edward shook his head in response. However, (Y/n) ignored that and stood from the log, soon coming to sit by Edward’s side.

With a soft hand, she grasped his own, making Edward stare with wide eyes. (Y/n) took the bandage and proceeded to finish what he started. The man observed her actions intently, though he felt himself in a daze.

After (Y/n) had finished wrapping his wound, Edward felt as though her touch lingered. Truth be told, the girl enjoyed the closeness they shared in the moment. The girl glanced at Dempsey, having a knowing feeling that the man would be smirking at the pair.

Startling Edward, (Y/n) leaned against his shoulder, feeling tiredness sweep her up. Hesitantly, he wrapped his bandaged arm around her, letting his hand rest gently on her waist.

Little conversation was passed around the fire for some time, until eventually, the flames had dulled to a smokey orange glow upon scattered ashes.

One-by-one, Nikolai, Takeo, and Dempsey had wandered off to their makeshift beds, in desperate need of sleep. Now, (Y/n) and Edward sit comfortably in a gentle embrace, keeping a single hand intertwined with one another. They exchanged jokes about anything, making the other giggle. Tomorrow’s plans were spoken of, though neither of them took much notice. It seemed their only focus was the person next to them.

“I wish you would smile more, Edward.” The girl spoke softly.

The Doctor sighed. “I know, my dear.”

Wriggling out of his arms, (Y/n) faced Edward. She noticed that his smile had fallen, and now setting a look of concern upon her face.

An idea soon came to mind, and in one quick motion, (Y/n) had planted a sweet kiss to Edward’s cheek. Immediate heat rose to his face once more, earning a giggle from the girl, and a smile from the German, despite how flustered he was.

“You’re blushing!” (Y/n) teased, poking at his face playfully.

Quickly, Edward concealed his face with both hands, however the girl refused to let him hide. She pulled his arms down, catching Edward of guard, and smashed her lips onto his. Once they pulled apart, Edward merely stared at the girl in bewilderment.

“New, I assume?” (Y/n) smirked upon seeing Edward nod meekly.

The girl had swung her legs across Edward’s lap, sitting contently by his side. Both her hands clutched his body, drawing herself closer to the warmth he radiated. The German held her tightly, wanting to savour the moment as much as he could.

Breaking the silence, in a luscious and seductive whisper, (Y/n) spoke, “Is there any way I may be able to tempt you into telling me about your plan?”

The girl moved to sit on the dampened soil, taking Edward by the hand and urging him to do the same. Hastily, he followed her.

(Y/n) sat straddling him in an instant. Upon seeing an awestruck expression on Edward’s face, it only encouraged her wicked smile to grow more. She bit her lip, as her eyes fell half-lidded and brimmed with lust. Her hands crawled over his chest, occasionally toying with the buttons on his shirt. (Y/n) let a single hand run through his jet black hair, all the while placing wet, open-mouthed kisses along his neck and collarbones.

Unbeknownst to Edward himself, his hands were ghosting over (Y/n)’s curves. Edward watched as he tightened his hold on the girl, it would only fuel her actions more.

Upon feeling Edward shudder beneath her after nibbling a certain spot on his neck, she drew away from him playfully, a smirk adorning her face.

“You’re such a tease.” Edward whispered with a grin.

(Y/n) giggled and soon came to whisper in his ear. “Well then, if you don’t want me to tease you, find me somewhere a little more secluded.”

With those words spoken, Edward stood before scooping the girl up into his arms. “If you wish.”

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Of potions and myths - Chapter 8

William “Ironhead” Miller x f!reader

Word count 2,8k

Warnings: Some angst, but it’s mostly sappy and fluffy. 

A/N: This is it, the final chapter. I’m getting a little emotional over this, this is my baby and I can’t believe it’s finished. It’s done, complete, and OMG. I can’t believe I did it! Wow. 

Thank you so much for sticking with me on this ride, I can’t thank you enough ❤️ I hope you enjoy this morning with our bonded couple. 

Chapter 7 - Story masterlist

The morning light sweeps across Will’s bedroom and you stir from your slumber as the rays tickle your eyes and nose. It takes a moment to orient yourself, but as you wake up a little more, you feel Will’s strong arm around your middle, keeping you tight against him, the other hand under your pillow and last night comes back in a rush. You burrow into his arms a little more with a smile, feeling his hot breath on your neck and relishing in his warm embrace around you. You feel well-rested and the thought alone makes you giddy. 

When the call with his uncle was finished, he’d swept you up from the couch, kissed you soundly and told you about the pull he felt, how it had changed in between you. There hadn’t really been a discussion on what it meant as you’d taken the celebration back to the bedroom and he’d made you cum hard twice until he’d rendered you boneless once again. After a short cleanup, you had settled under the blankets and into his arms, falling asleep tangled up together. 

Now, as you lay in his arms, you turn the words from last night in your mind. The pull was still there? But how come you didn’t feel it, only he did? It’s a little concerning, though it might only be because he is a wolf and you are not, but you don’t like it. Worry gnaws in your stomach as you keep wondering how and why it’s different for you now when it wasn’t before. Were you not enough? Was your mundane status not what the bond wanted after all? 

“Mmmm, y’think too hard, I can hear you from here,” Will mumbles, kissing your neck. “I thought I’d worn you out last night.” He trails a series of kisses to where he reaches, basking in the combined scents of you both and the heavy aroma of sex still lingering in the air. One of his hand trails down to your naked thigh and he squeezes the flesh gently. He nips gently at your shoulder, a low purr in his chest as his wolf rejoices in the connection you now share. 

“You did, I don’t think I’ve slept this good in a long while,” you reply, trying to keep your voice light and airy, but failing miserably. He props himself up quickly, all alert now, and holds your shoulder to push you under him. His eyes flash somewhere between red and blue, almost purple as they sweep your face and his nostrils flare as Will takes in the shift in your posture.  

“Hey. Talk to me sweetheart. What’s on your mind?”

You turn your head sideways, not wanting to look at him and his inquisitive eyes. You don’t want to tell him, to ruin the mood, but also at the same time you want to share, want to hear him tell you again that all is going to be fine. 

The emotional turmoil of the past week and now takes its toll and you can feel hot tears gathering in your eyes and you close them in effort to make them not drop. This is a happy moment, don’t ruin it, you remind yourself over and over again. It’s not a big deal, the elders surely have an explanation for this. And you do feel him, the touch is there! It’s nothing big, just tell him all is well. 

“Baby, please. Look at me,” Will pleads with you, watching as you shake your head minutely, mouth in a thin line and eyes scrunched shut. He’s getting more worried by the second and gathers you as close as he can, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck. 

“Please sweetheart, don’t push this away. Whatever it is, we’ll deal with it together.” Please don’t push us away, he thinks as he kisses your scar, hoping it will soothe you but it only makes your head shake harder. 

“Are you in pain? You’re worrying me right now.” He takes an alarmed look at you, shuffling back a little with eyes running across your body to see if something has happened during the night. A worrisome thought comes to his mind that maybe he hurt you last night, not enough prep or care taken in the frenzy. He itches to run his hands all over your body to make sure nothing is there.

“No, no… I’m okay, just. I think a lot is catching up with me now.” Your voice is raspy as you finally speak. You don’t look at him, opting to keep your eyes closed, a point that is not missed by the man in bed with you. Will lowers his voice a little, something hesitant creeping into his tone as he speaks. 

“Do you - ummmm - do you regret... what happened last night?”

He doesn’t want to ask it, he doesn’t want to hear the words if this is what has you upset. But he’s trying, he wants to make this work and this bond flourish and if asking things that make him uncomfortable to voice is it, it’s a price he’s willing to pay. You shoot him a look with wide, panicked eyes and you place your hand on his cheek, stroking the stubble gently. 

“Will, no, of course not! Last night was amazing, beyond anything I’d ever hoped for. I’m just… I guess I took the loss of the connection harder than I thought I would.” 

He breathes deep from his nose, his shoulders sagging in relief. For a moment he thought the worst, the old wounds and fears rearing their ugly heads and Will gathers you back into his arms, squeezing tight. 

Taking a moment to ground himself on you, he closes his eyes and draws in your scent, blissfully mixed with his. The scent of home. He reminds himself that he’ll need to open up about his own scars eventually too, but this is far too important to dismiss. He wants to help you in any way he can and if he can help it, he’ll take all of your worry and pain away.   

“Do you want to go back to the elders? Or maybe Frankie’s abuela could help, she’s not in the council but she used to be. She knows a lot and has a good sense of the spirit world. I could invite her over and you could talk. Or perhaps you would like to consult your colleagues?” 

He’s spouting off ideas, feeling somewhat helpless. He keeps the more ludicrous ideas to himself now, his agitated mind sprouting off ideas that range from turning you into a wolf (something Will has never done in his life) to running away to live in Norway, far away from any of this but if you want them, he’ll give them to you. 

“Will, I’m not…”

“Just say the word sweetheart, whatever you want to do.” 

You are about to answer him, when a loud knock on the front door interrupts and Will lets out a low growl. The knock is soon followed by another and another and then Benny’s voice booms from the door. 

“Come open the door, brother! And you better be decent, I’m not watching your bare ass this early in the morning William!”  He growls again, this time louder. You cover your mouth with your hand, trying not to make a sound. 

“I can hear you growling in there! Come open the door. The boys and I, we brought breakfast and we need to brainstorm how you are going to ask your lovely mate to MOVE IN WITH YOU AFTER THE BONDING!” That little shit. Will leaps out of bed, huffing and forgoing his shirt as he stomps towards the front door. 

He wretches it open, eyes flashing in anger as he glares at the three men on his doorstep, shit-eating grins on their faces. Benny winks and shoulders his way in, followed by Frankie and Santi, the latter clapping Will in the back as he squeezes past. The blond drags a hand across his face before closing the door with a sigh and follows his brothers to the kitchen, where Benny has commandeered the space. 

He moves around the space like he owns it, picking up items to use for breakfast while Frankie sweeps up the glass shards and Santi gets the coffee running. It’s a well-oiled machine, each of them anticipating the others move but this time Will opts to stay out of it, flicking his eyes between the closed bedroom door and his brothers. He longs to join you back in bed, ease up your worries over the connection and he needs to figure out something fast so he can get the boys out of the house.

But all his plans go out the window as you open the bedroom door and step out, bare feet padding on his floor and his flannel tucked around your body. You’ve dug out some college pants and a tank top to fit under the flannel and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen you look more beautiful. All three heads pop up as they register the footsteps and Will smirks a little as he thinks of what goes on in their heads as you reach him and lean up for a kiss.

He tastes his toothpaste on your mouth and a little possessive but happy sound leaves his lips as he accepts the offered lips on his own. 

“So, no planning needed then, huh?” Santi quips, picking up a fifth cup from the cupboard. He doesn’t sound surprised, more like that he was expecting this. “I saw you last night as you hurried past, not exactly subtle behavior,” He winks at Benny, who has stopped peeling the avocados. 

“And you didn’t tell us?” Benny gestures at himself and Frankie with the peeling knife. The older man snorts. “He didn’t tell you, but I got a text full of emoji peaches and eggplants with the words Will and mate sprinkled in.” The dry tone of Frankie’s voice makes Will snort and he watches amused at his little brother pointing an accusing finger at the third man. 

“The fuck Pope?!” 

“Hey, you would’ve run your mouth and brought the whole council here had I told you. These two needed a night alone, without anyone hovering over them with research or myths or potions or pressure.” He looks at Benny, who has to shrug, agreeing with the statement.

“But you could’ve told me this morning…”

“Where’s the fun in that? And besides, this had the added bonus of embarrassing Ironhead when you yelled that comment, so I’m going to take my win!” Santi cackles and tries to hide behind Frankie as Benny suddenly gets the urge to throw something in his direction.

Will grips your side softly, steering you to the side, out of view. 

“Please excuse those assholes…” He murmurs, turning you so you are face to face and tips your face up from your chin so he can look into your eyes.” Are you okay?” He wants to ask more, but mindful of the men currently wreaking havoc in his kitchen, he keeps his words brief. “Do you want to talk in private?”

“I’m fine Will, really. It just hit me hard, but we’ll figure it out. I’m alright, I promise. We’ll consult the elders later, okay?” Your words feel like a balm on his heart.

“As long as you’re sure, sweetheart.” He rubs your arm before honing in on your bare shoulder peeking from under his flannel and this time he follows his instincts and wraps his arms around you and noses the flesh. It works well for him to hide his face as he speaks the next words, feeling both calm and timid at the same time. This was definitely not the way he thought about doing this but his brothers forced his hand. 

“I know you heard them yelling, so I guess there’s no point in hiding this.”

“Yes.” You answer him before he can even get the question out. He’s right, you did hear Benny yelling earlier (the whole street heard) and while it still feels crazy and too soon and out of this world, you know it’s what you want. What you desire. “I’ll move in with you, if that was your question.” 

Elated, Will sweeps down to claim your lips into a longer, heavier, more passionate kiss. He grips your hips as he draws you in and slips his tongue into your eager mouth. “Let me, umhmm, get rid of, mmmmm, these idiots and, uhnmmh…” He tries to whisper between kisses, but not a lot comes out. You finally regain your senses and end the kiss, small pants leaving your lips. 

You go to speak but Will shakes his head and kisses you hard again. “Just a moment, I want a second to kiss my mate good morning. My beautiful, gorgeous mate who is all mine,” He grins against your lips, relishing in the idea that you are his, he is yours and the bond is strong between you. All mine and I’m all yours, he thinks as he forgets the world and loses himself within your warm lips. 

Before he can turn it into a full-blown make-out session, you distance your lips from his, echoing your movements from before. You press your foreheads together briefly before straightening your spine. “Behave, mate,” you tease him and watch surprised at his unconsciously preening form over the word, tucking the information for later use. 

Will nearly whines at the loss of you, but your finger on his lips stops any of that and he nibbles on the digit, hoping you’ll entertain his idea of breakfast in bed, for two only, but you have other plans. “They are your brothers and considering our newly-bonded status, I would love to get to know your pack, your family, a little better.” 

“Our pack, our family.” 

Your eyes might be a little misty and your smile is splitting your face at his words, but sappy as they might be, it feels so right to hear the words from his mouth. You reach up to cup his face between your hands and you press a hard kiss into his plush lips. 

“Then let's go and tell them the good news.”  

You take his hand into yours and you return to the kitchen, snorting as something green hangs from Santi’s cheek. Frankie is washing his ballcap under the spray and his curls wild around his head as he glares at Benny, who looks mighty proud of his ability to swing guacamole ammo around the room. 

Will shakes his head in that exparated love in his eyes one can only have for family and you know that despite what the elders might have to say about the missing connection, or your bond or whatever, this is now your home. Even if the pull never comes back for you, this feels right and that’s all that matters. Despite the worries you had in the morning, they seem to evaporate as you work it out in your mind. You love this man and he loves you, he accepts you into his family. That’s all there really is to it, your mind whispers to you as calmness settles on your heart. 

You all sit down around the table and only slightly burnt toast is passed around. Once the plates are full and overflowing, Will tells them the good news. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and kisses your forehead and whoops of joy fill the air.

“So it really worked, huh? You are bonded now?” Santi asks, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Yeah, we are. We’re mates now.” Will nods and steals another small kiss from you, Benny groaning that it looks gross when it’s his big brother. This makes Frankie smack the younger man and grin in your direction. The tiny nod of approval from him goes unnoticed by all but you and you wink back at him.  

The boys gently rib at their brother while congratulating you and asking all the questions you don’t know all the answers to but it’s okay. Easy conversation fills the air as the men begin to plan moving all your things into this house later that afternoon and you lean into your mate’s embrace and smile. 

Whatever might come next, potion or myth, you know you have this and it makes your heart soar. 

It might be the first time a love potion actually led to love.

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Love’s Worth Running To. Chapter 3: The Accident

Pairing: Barry Allen x Stephanie Williams (OC)

Fandom: Justice League / DCEU

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A/N: This is when things start to get serious! I hope you enjoy chapter 3! As always, remember to give this some love, please reblog and leave feedback! It would make my week! 🙏💜

The next day the lab feels the same as ever, though it appears even brighter than the other day as Stephanie walks inside, coffee in hand. She beams and smiles at Ben as she approaches him. He stares at her, cutting her off before she can greet him with a cheerful ‘good morning’.

“Good morning to you too, Stephanie” He gladly takes the coffee that she offers him.

“It’s rude to interrupt people, you know?” She playfully wrinkles her nose at him.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t be any nicer and more of a ray of sunshine” Ben jokes. “Does this have to do with your mysterious childhood friend?”

“Kind of” She purses her lips to suppress her big smile. “It suddenly feels like a missing part of me has returned”

“Oh, no…” He playfully dreads. “You’re not going to get sappy, are you?”

Stephanie rolls her eyes a little and softly slaps him in the arm. He laughs.

For a moment she questions whether to tell him about yesterday. The conversation with Barry, the awkwardness turned to warmth as they reconnected again, and even the near death experience that was the strange culmination to an otherwise lovely soiree. However, while she stares at Ben tangling with the computer, she decides against it.

As close as she is with Ben, it feels slightly out of place to talk about it. Too personal. Ben would surely intently listen to her, smiling politely as he always does. Nonetheless, even if a part of her wants to share that euphoria with the only person she’s close to, the other part prefers to keep it to herself. Silently treasure it.

“Is the computer behaving?” Stephanie asks instead, sliding on her white lab coat.

“For now” Ben absently replies, focused on entering commands on it. “Let’s hope it doesn’t glitch today”

“I’m feeling lucky” She happily replies, earning a curious look from him.

Like every other day, Stephanie automatically puts her hair behind her ear to get it away from her eyes. Then she leans down on the microscope, looking through it and analyzing the samples after Ben has done the small adjustments to the force field they had been exposed to.

The usual dullness overcomes her once again as a force of habit, but one thing’s different. After so many hours of hard work and perseverance, there’s finally something. Understanding what the change can mean, Stephanie gasps.

“Ben!” She shrieks with such urgency that he jolts up in startle.

“What is it?” He rushes to her side, planting a comforting hand on her back.

“T-The samples!” She announces, wildly gesticulating. “It’s starting to work!”

On an instinct, Ben goes to look at the samples through the microscope just like Stephanie was doing a moment ago. With a light chuckle, he backs away.

“You’re the biology expert, I... don’t know what’s happening”

“The molecules are being altered, but the reaction is positive” Stephanie’s heart races with intensity at the thought of what it could imply. “And if we arrange the force field in just the right way and the molecules have a flawless positive reaction…”

She feels out of breath with excitement. Finally, her long awaited goal would come to fruition. Finally, they will have a force for good on their hands, a technology that could help and protect countless of people.

“We need to keep working” His ever undisturbed polite facade breaks slightly as he fidgets in the spot, patting her and glancing around as though he doesn’t know what to do. “But we’re making progress?”

“We’re making progress!” To celebrate the success that has taken them months to achieve, they hold on to each other’s hands. Their restless energy surges through them, only spreading further to each other.

“There you are!” An outside voice cuts through the moment as someone walks inside the lab. “It took me forever to find-”

When the two turn, they find themselves with the unexpected presence of a tall thin boy with dark hair. He’s very familiar to her, but a complete stranger for Ben.

“Barry...” Stephanie mutters, suddenly very aware of the rare touch of Ben’s hands.

“You must be the friend” The latter says, breaking away from her.

“The friend?” Barry’s previous gawk changes into a grin. “Have you been talking about me, Steph?”

“Oh, um… sorry...” Stephanie chuckles to hide her embarrassment. “Ben, that’s Barry… you know, my friend. Barry this is Ben, he’s kind of… my boss. Well, not exactly…”

“I’m just in charge of the project” Ben corrects her, witnessing her struggling. “But we work together as equals”

“Yeah…” The young woman suddenly feels overwhelmed as her present and her past collide in the form of the two men.

“Nice to meet you, Barry” Ben holds his hand out for him to shake.

“You too, Ben” The boy smiles, tapping his hand before letting go of the handshake.

“Not that I’m not happy to see you, but…” Stephanie tugs on Barry’s sleeve. Ben stares at the two, and his gaze flusters her. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I just came by to say hi” Barry simply says, shrugging a little. “I just… I just missed you, okay?”

Stephanie must have given him a look of utter endearment, because he bashfully averts his gaze and begins to walk around the lab.

“Can I… hang around for a bit?” He asks Stephanie, but she looks at Ben.

“I guess” He kindly replies, politely smiling. “It’s not top secret or anything”

“Cool!” Barry continues to carelessly wander around the lab. “The tech looks fancy”

“Thank you” Ben takes the compliment upon himself, as he is the one in charge of that.

“What are you working on?” To Barry’s question, Stephanie glances at Ben once again. He only nods his head for confirmation. Only then does she talk about the project.

“A force field” She motions over to the small machine that projects the energy towards the molecules vibrating in the air. “We’re currently making sure that the molecules react correctly in order to-”

“Ensure the force field could be projected on people?” He ventures, and Stephanie quickly nods her head, smiling. “That would be awesome! It could be used in such amazing ways!”

“I’m the techno-scientist in charge of the force field” Ben explains, even though Barry and Stephanie are peering at each other and barely paying attention. “Stephanie is the biology expert we hired to control how the molecules react when they’re exposed to it”

“What?” She chuckles, flustered under Barry’s smitten stare.

“You’re still trying to save the world, huh?” He nudges her a little.

“So she’s always been like this” Ben meddles in, looking from one to the other.

“You have no idea, buddy” Barry glances at him, even if his permanent smile is directed at the girl.

“I…” Ben clears his throat, taking a step back. “I better leave you two for a bit. I’ll get ourselves a snack”

“Thank you” Stephanie tells him as he moves further away. Her gratitude isn’t only in response to his kind offer to grab something to eat, but also for allowing them a moment alone. He understands how important Barry is to her.

After Ben leaves, the two are alone in the room. It fills with silence. Barry continues to wander, pretending to look at the equipment littered around the lab. In reality, a question bubbles in his chest, growing bigger by the second and threatening to become unbearable until he finally lets it out.

“So…” He begins, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on a table. “Steph”

“Yeah?”

“Are you free today?”

“Yeah, after work. Why?”

Barry casually shrugs, pouting his bottom lip in a carefree gesture. He picks up an unused flask and fiddles with it, even if his eyes are fixed on her face.

“I dunno… I thought we could go out again. I mean... if you want” He gulps, looking away before she can even react to his suggestion. Barry hurriedly continues speaking, not letting her say anything yet. “We could go take a walk or go to the cinema or…”

“So soon?” Stephanie’s tone is playful. “You should take me to dinner first, Allen”

“Huh?” Barry gawks at her, completely oblivious to her teasing and panicking in fear of her response.

“I’m joking, silly” She giggles, closing the distance that separates them to rub his arm. “I would love to meet with you again later”

Barry grins, heaving a breath of relief. He nods to himself, putting the flaskback on its place. He pushes himself off the table and opens his mouth to say something. However, something interrupts him. Stephanie might have not noticed the noise, being so used to it, but Barry freezes at the sirens outside the window.

“Okay, so what time do you get out?” He begins, slowly walking back to the door.

“At… three” Stephanie half-questions, watching him in confusion.

“Okay, cool” He carelessly says, staring at the street. “I’ll pick you up then”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I gotta run”

“Barry...”

“See you later!”

Before she can even say goodbye to him, he has already run off. The glass door closes with a soft sound that still echoes in her ears. She sighs. With that, Stephanie resigns herself to go back to work. Her thoughts wander nonetheless.

She has to get used to being around him again, is all. They haven’t seen each other in so long, and things have changed. It’s strange to think that they’re both adults now, with jobs and responsibilities, but it’s the reality. One she must accept.

Just as she finds herself staring at the display of the experiment yet not seeing it, it happens. The force field crackles and vanishes, undoing hours of progress. For a moment, she freezes, not knowing how to react.

“No…” Stephanie whines, sulkily walking over to the computer.

She still doesn’t really understand how such an advanced model works, but she takes a look nonetheless. The screen is glitching like it has been for days, so she waits for several seconds. Nothing happens. Stephanie taps the screen, and it seems to return to normal. It asks to press any letter to restart the projection of the force field.

Breathing in relief, Stephanie does as asked. She makes a mental note to tell Ben about it anyway. The machine comes to life with the press of a button. She waits. A crackling sound begins to her right. She looks with the corner of her eye and turns slowly. The force field, once small and contained, is now growing at an alarming rate with a static sound. If it weren’t impossible, she would think it has developed a mind of its own.

“Oh, no…” She gasps, realizing what is about to happen. Her gut knows it before her brain does. A sinking feeling grows in her stomach. Her mind can only focus on one thought. One emotion. Fear.

Time stops. She makes to move out of the way, but it’s too late. She can almost feel the invisible electricity in the air before it hits her. Stephanie closes her eyes tight and puts her arms before her, trying to protect herself from the inevitable. In vain.

Her entire life seems to flash before her eyes as the whimsical time slowly speeds up again. She sees Barry in her mind. Despite her discontent, despite her nostalgia and despite everything, there isn’t a single thing she regrets. Not anymore. As she resigns herself to her doom, she feels satisfied with her life. If he’s to be her last thought, it will be a beautiful one.

An immense blast of energy then shoots her way, being so powerful that it throws her across the room. She screams. The wind is knocked out of her when her back violently hits the furthest wall, claiming a guttural grunt from within her. She falls on the ground like rag doll, barely capable of remaining conscious. Pain is the only thing her brain can conceive. Her lungs have seemed to stop working. Stephanie struggles to catch her breath again, but her attempts are futile. Before she can breathe again, she has succumbed to a pitch black darkness.

_

Barry comes to a halt once he returns to S.T.A.R. Labs. He takes a deep breath, recovering from the unplanned rescue mission, and heads to Stephanie’s lab once more. The remnant of the ashes from the fire still linger on his clothes. He can’t linger on the people he saved for long, however. Something else claims his attention.

He walks slowly, overcome with a strange feeling of dread. It forcefully settles in his stomach. Everything is quiet in that floor. Too quiet... He just left her not that long ago. Barry checks his watch, seeing that only twenty minutes have gone by. There are no voices, but even if Ben hadn’t returned… Something feels wrong.

“Steph?” The boy calls as he approaches her lab, still anguished by the silence. A strange atmosphere lives in the air. “Stephanie?”

Just as he arrives, he places the hand on the doorknob. An unexpected noise makes him freeze. A buzzing light. He sees it flash through the glass door. Still no signs of her.

“Stephanie...?” He tries again, tentatively opening the door. The sight he is received with makes his heart skip a beat. Time has never moved so slowly for him.

The entire lab has been destroyed, like a bomb or a hurricane passed through. An explosion definitely seems to have blasted through the entire room. There is broken glass and papers scattered around the floor, crunching under his sneakers. Every piece of technology that he had admired before, including the computer, are broken to pieces.

The buzzing light blinks on and off, projecting its yellowish light in small intervals to illuminate the darkness that otherwise drowns everything. There is another thing, far more alarming than the others. A figure lying on the ground. Completely still.

“STEPH!” Barry speeds through the room, instantly moving to that corner. “Oh god...”

Stephanie lies face down. The wall behind her is dented, and a nasty feeling assures Barry that her body caused that. What happened there?!

Swallowing hard, he reaches out to touch her. She isn’t moving. Is she breathing? Is she hurt? Is she... alive? Please, let her be alive...

“S-Steph?” He sobs, gingerly gathering her form in his arms and leaning her against his chest. A tuft of hair limply glides off her forehead to reveal her eyes. They are closed. He shakes her slightly, but she limply lies against him. “No, no… I just found you… d-don’t leave me again…”

Stephanie still doesn’t move. Shaking from head to toe, Barry leans closer to her. He can’t hear a heartbeat when he presses his ear against her chest. Moving up slightly, he can’t hear her breath from her parted lips either.

He can’t breathe. It feels like a train has run him over. Only that it would hurt less than this.

“No, no, no, no, no…” He gulps, his vision growing blurry when tears inundate his eyes. “Please, Steph...”

He observes her, heartbroken by the pained expression in her face. It is stuck like that. If only he could do something, if he could save her… A crazy idea suddenly reaches him. Lifting one shaking hand, Barry snaps his fingers. The electricity curses through, crackling in his hands and illuminating her pale skin. He hesitates, but the thought that he’s running out of time convinces him to try it. He has to.

“Please work…. Please, please… please work…” Closing his eyes tight and mentally praying to any and all deities he can think of, he puts his hand over her heart. The electricity passes over to her, and Stephanie lightly spasms with it.

He holds. His heart continues to race as he watches her expectantly.

Boom, boom. Boom, boom.

Although she remains still, Barry can hear a faint strangled inhale coming from her.

“Stephanie?” He quickly asks, so much so that he runs over the syllables.

Her eyelashes flutter. Barry holds his breath. She frowns, letting out a pained yet weak groan. Still, he almost starts crying in relief.

“S-Steph...” He calls her again, gingerly cradling her face in his palm.

Stephanie opens her eyes. A blinking light stabs them. A person is very close to her as his face comes into focus. All she can see is a pair of gentle dark eyes she is very familiar with. Her fuzzy brain is having trouble recognizing them. Now they’re also flooded in fear and concern. He’s moving his lips, but she can’t hear the sounds he’s uttering. A loud whistling in her ears makes it impossible to focus.

Stephanie tiredly stares at him. She wants to move, to speak, to do something, but she can’t. Everything hurts. Her brain burns with a fog that quickly eats up her thoughts. She needs to lift her arm and touch him, make sure he’s really there and not just a dream.

Barry...

She can’t.

Her sore body and mind take over her. Stephanie’s eyes roll into her skull. Despite it all, she smiles. Because he’s here with her. She can feel his warmth. As long as he’s there, she groggily thinks, everything will be alright.

Stephanie gives in to exhaustion and forsakes herself to darkness once again. He hears him screaming her name, so loud that it overpowers the loud whistling in her ears.

“Steph!!” Barry’s heart skips a beat. The tears that had frozen in his eyelashes freely travel down his cheeks when he notices she has grown completely still again. “S-Steph?”

He continues to sob, desperately clinging her body against his chest as a harrowing void fills his chest.

_

An unexpected knock makes little Stephanie freeze. She leaves her homework and waits, fearing who might be at the door. The knock comes again, this time accompanied by a kind voice.

“Tephie!” Barry insists. “Open up!”

Hurrying to her feet, Stephanie runs to the door in astonishment and opens it to let him in. With a mildly mischievous smile, Barry rushes in as soon as he is able to. She follows him with her gaze as he goes to the table and puts the homework away.

“Barry!” She whispers at first, but then she realizes she doesn’t have to. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to cheer you up” He drags something out of his pocket. “I know you argued with your mom and dad again. They aren’t home, right?”

“No, they’re still working” Stephanie goes after him as Barry goes to the TV. He introduces the mysterious object he carried and hid in his hands into the VHS player. “Barry, what…?”

“I found this really cool movie” He looks at her with a grin. “I know you’re gonna love it, we can do a sleepover!”

“Those never end well” She smiles a little in spite of herself. “Remember that time you chased me around the house and knocked down my mom’s favorite vase?”

“I only wanted to tickle you…” He defended himself as he set the movie up.

Stephanie laughs, shaking her head at him. Barry only shows him an innocent grin.

“What movie is this?” She asks as they both sit in the ground as they always do.

“The Breakfast Club”

“Haven’t heard of it”

“Shame on you!”

“What’s it about?”

“Just watch the movie!”

She giggles, trying to hold the laughter in and focus on the movie. Still, she looks at Barry. His presence has cheered her up already, and the arguments with her parents don’t seem as important anymore.

The boy turns to her as well, sweetly smiling in return. It is an expression that has etched in her memory. Even after all this time.

As her senses return, reality and dream mix as the latter slowly dissolves. A boy is sitting close to her. The same one from her dream.

Barry stares at her with those warm dark brown eyes. A happy twinkle shines in them.

There are dark circles under his eyes, seeming gloom and inundated in tears. She can tell even as he averts his gaze, absently staring at the window. But not seeing it.

His smile is wide and bright, glad that the plan works and she finds the movie entertaining.

There is no sight of that smile, only a preoccupied gesture that has his lips tightly pursed. When they’re not, they shake with the meek sobs that wreck his torso.

What’s wrong? Why is Barry crying?

Disoriented, she glances around. A bright white hospital bed surrounds her. The walls are made of tiles and make the whole room cold. She is resting in a soft bed, with a thin sheet covering her body. When she looks to the side she focuses on him.

“B… B…” She tries to call out, but speech has left her. Nonetheless, his sobbing halts.

“Steph?” He gasps, hurriedly wiping his tears and leaning forward in the chair he’s sitting in. “Are you awake?”

“Ba… Barry…” She opens her mouth, trying to reply.

“No, no, no, don’t speak. Save… save your energies!”

Stephanie only groans, overwhelmed with discomfort and pain as the veil of sleep completely fades. It had been safe and comfortable, but consciousness feels like a torture. All the unpleasant sensations that plague her multiply when a sudden pressure engulfs her as Barry throws himself to hug her.

“Oh, Steph...” He dissolves in feeble sobs as he gingerly squeezes her in his arms. “You’re okay… For a moment there, I… I thought I lost you...”

“B-Barry…” The word gets stuck in her raspy throat and dry mouth. The effort causes a violent coughing fit that shakes her entire body.

“I’m so sorry!” Barry immediately pulls away, giving her some room to breathe.

Stephanie continues to cough, wincing as the strain only brings more pain that layers on top of the existing one. Barry dissolves in apologies as he hurries to pick up the water bottle that he kept ready in the table beside him and hands it to her.

The coughing fit lessens enough to let her drink, but she can’t reach out to take the bottle from him. Stephanie’s arms feel heavy as though they’re made out of lead. Every single muscle hurts and she can only manage a pathetic attempt at reaching out. The arm heavily falls down onto the bed again. She huffs in resigned frustration.

“Hey, it’s okay, I got you” Barry opens the bottle for her and brings it up to her lips.

As much as she appreciates the help, Stephanie can’t help but to scowl a little. She feels completely useless, being unable to even hold up a plastic water bottle.

“I’m sorry about that…” Barry tells her. “You’re still weak, I need to… you need to…”

Not really listening to him, Stephanie lightly nods her head. Understanding the gesture, he puts the water away and returns the bottle to its place on the table. She hadn’t realized how dry her throat was until she drank.

“What…?” Stephanie finally manages to croak out, her voice still hoarse and raspy.

“What happened?” He completes for her, earning a nod so mild that he barely sees it. “You had an accident at the lab… I… the… the force field exploded”

Stephanie closes her eyes as the memories come to her. On top of all the unwell, a nasty feeling grows in the pit of her stomach. She vividly remembers it now. The iron claw of fear returns to her, even if as a shadow of its former self. The force field went out of control. That explains why every fiber of her body hurts in a way it never had before. It’s like the aftermath of a thousand workouts put together, only that even worse.

“You’re okay, though” Barry tries to reassure her. “You broke a few bones, but you’ll heal and… you’ll recover in no time, right?”

Unable to participate in Barry’s optimism, she continues frowning. Having the haunting suspicion that she broke some ribs, Stephanie cautiously breathes in. Indeed, a sharp pang reaches her side when she does. Watching her grimace, Barry can only wince in empathy, wishing there was something he could do to help.

“Do you... need anything?” He kindly offers, fighting the urge to fidget. “Water, food? Are you cold?”

Stephanie whines, reaching out her hand. He doesn’t hesitate to take it.

“Me?” He questions, earning a soft nod from her. “I’m here, Steph, not going anywhere”

To further demonstrate, Barry plops back down on the chair, squeezing her hand. She seems to at least be a little more at ease now. He breathes out in relief as well, trying not to make it too obvious.

Just when everything was starting to settle down, the door to the room urgently swings open. They both turn their heads in startle. A blond mop of hair sticks out, and familiar blue eyes sweep the room.

“Stephanie…” Ben utters, barely glancing at Barry before he settles on her.

“Hey, man…” Barry warns him, getting back up. “Take it easy with her, okay?”

“Of course” The other gravely nods. “Thanks for looking after her, I got here as fast as I could”

“Ben…” She croaks, letting go of Barry’s hand and reaching out for him.

“Hello” The aforesaid does his best to smile, even if wrinkles of concern form on his face. “How are you feeling?”

Stephanie only moves around in the bed, feeble. She wishes she could just get up and give him a hug. Give them both a hug. But her body is screaming for her to lie still and rest. Defeated, she only sighs and tiredly leans her head on the pillow.

“Is she okay?” Ben asks, bearing the physical manifestation of utter heartbreak in his voice.

“Yeah, she’s just…” Barry sighs in exhaustion. “A little weak right now”

The two share a preoccupied glance. They murmur as Barry puts him up to date on what the doctors told him. She should be okay. The accident was bad, but the important thing is she survived it. She’s out of danger now. All she needs is rest.

“Don’t… mutter…” Stephanie weakly begs them, only feeling worse about it.

“Sorry” Ben turns to her once more, forcing out another smile and holding up something that he had been clinging in his hands. “I brought you these”

Stephanie manages to genuinely smile for the first time as she watches Ben. The beautiful bouquet of flowers is gingerly put over the table. Roses. They brighten up the room with a touch of color. From there, Stephanie can also smell their pleasant scent.

“I… actually wanted to apologize, Stephanie” Ben admits then. He uses his professional voice, the one Stephanie has heard many times when they talk about work. “It was my fault that such a horrible thing happened”

“What?” Barry pipes up, watching the scene develop. “How could it be your fault?”

“I was in charge of the technology” The other tells him, then turning back to her. “I should have avoided it, I should have kept the computer from glitching like that”

Barry averts his gaze. For the first time, he sees the situation from a very different perspective. Glitch… His gut twists in a nasty manner when realization hits. The technology glitched. It isn’t the first he hears of it, even if they don’t know . Something tells him it wasn’t an accident. One thing is for certain, though, it wasn’t Ben’s doing.

“I-I’m sure it wasn’t your fault, man” Barry pats his shoulder, but Ben shakes his head.

“It was my responsibility” He insists. “I still can’t understand what happened but… I should have known… I should know”

“Stop…” Stephanie pleads, hating that the situation only worsens.

“I should at least have been there with you, to...” Ben’s bright blue eyes become watery with tears. “To protect you when it happened”

“That’s true” Barry agrees, but corrects himself when he realizes how it sounds. “I mean me! I shouldn’t have left you alone, Steph, I feel terrible”

The two of them softly talk over each other, taking the blame as they reassure the other.

“Guys…” She breathes in slowly, successfully catching their attention. And, relieved that it doesn’t develop in another coughing fit or a wave of pain. “If you were there… you would have… just… gotten hurt too…”

That small effort has rid her from any of her remaining energies, but it was hopefully worth it. The silence heavily falls on them. It reigns. The boys look down to their feet, filled with remorse and anguish. Both of them care deeply about Stephanie, they realize as they look up at each other, it’s the one thing they have in common.

“Well, I…” Ben gulps, giving a third attempt at a smile. “I should get back to work, there’s a lot to do right now”

“Don’t... worry” Is all Stephanie manages to tell him to assuage his fear. “I’ll be... okay”

“Hey, Barry?” When the boy peers at him, surprised, Ben continues. “Look after her?”

“I will” They shake hands, like they did less than a day ago. “I promise”

Showing his best effort yet, Ben smiles once again. Then, as he waves goodbye at Stephanie, he quietly leaves the room. After closing the door behind him, Ben exchanges a glance with Barry. The boy nods his head, assuring him he will keep his promise. He doesn’t need to tell him twice.

“He’s so… sweet…” Stephanie languidly says, although her ability to speak is returning little by little.

“Yeah…” Barry bites his lip, watching the spot Ben used to be in. “Ben’s a nice guy”

He feels stupid for being jealous of him at that very moment. Of course, he wishes he could have spent all those years with Stephanie like he has. Years that she spent with Ben instead of with him. Perhaps it’s because Barry was so close to losing her that every single second away from her, past or future, suddenly feels unbearable.

Gathering himself, he takes a deep breath. There is still the present. He can be with Steph now. So he will be there, because she needs him. Because he wants to be there.

“Anyway” Barry grins at her, hoping the gesture is uplifting. “What do you need, Steph?”

Once again, she holds her hand out. He laughs a little as he delicately wraps his fingers around hers. Suddenly, the pang of jealousy in his chest dissipates.

“That’s right” A bright and more genuine grin grows on his lips. “That’s where we left of”

Just when he’s about to sit, however, Stephanie tugs at his hand. He looks up at her, frozen mid—movement. Their eyes meet. An unspoken need glows in hers while his are a reflection of the softness he currently feels. Because of her.

“Closer” She just asks him, and he doesn’t have the heart to complain. A part of him is afraid that he will hurt her in that fragile state, but his need to comfort her overcomes it.

“Okay” Barry sweetly smiles, pausing for a moment as he stands up straight again.

Stephanie makes an effort to scoot while he glances around. His hoodie rests over the back of the chair, so he takes it and gingerly places it over her. Stephanie smiles and gladly shrinks under the warm garment. Barry looks around again, making sure there’s nothing else she might need before he lies down with her and settles there.

“Barry?”

“Stop talking, Steph!” He nervously hisses, but when he hears how hard that sounded even in his worry, he corrects his tone to a more playful one. “Gosh, I’m the one that rambles around here, okay? You have no right taking my place like that”

She smiles, and the beautiful sight warms Barry’s heart. It replaces the lonely coldness that had harbored inside his chest for so many hours. Of uncertainty and fear.

“What if I…?” She still says, even if she obliges and quiets nonetheless.

“Need something?” He completes for her again. “Let me think…”

Barry carefully goes to lie down in the bed with her. He moves slowly, slower than he ever has. As he lightly sinks down into the bed, Stephanie immediately accommodates. She snuggles closer to him, sighing in content when their sides are pressed together.

“Okay, here’s what we’ll do” Barry can’t help but to smile as she comfortably leans her head on his shoulder. “You can squeeze my hand”

“Mm-hm” Is all she says as she closes her eyes, finally feeling at ease.

He exudes a soothing warmth that envelops her and makes her feel at home. Although he is fidgety and restless, he tries to stay still. Not move an inch. As small as the gesture is, Stephanie treasures it fondly. While she is wondering in the cozy state he helped her achieve, Barry is being true to his word by rambling on.

“One squeeze if you need comfort, two if you need water or food...”

“Mm-hm…”

“Oh, and three if you need me to get the doctor or something”

“Mm-hm”

“Did I miss anything? What else?”

Barry waits, assuming Stephanie is thinking about it too. After a few seconds of silence, and a very telling sound, he glances down at her. She is softly breathing. Barry feels a fluttering in his stomach while he watches her sleep in his shoulder.

“Sleep well, Tephie…” He whispers to himself, smiling fondly.

The overwhelming worry that had haunted him for so many hours grows smaller. It still shimmers in the surface, but leaves room for something different. Like the wave of affection that reaches him.

Barry takes a breath, gently wrapping his hand around hers. He holds it. If she wakes and needs something, he’ll be ready for when she squeezes it. For now, he will rest with her.

Not moving from that position, Barry closes his eyes. He feels the inviting and well-deserved slumber catch up to him. He falls asleep delicately squeezing her hand and hoping to infuse her with all his energy for a speedy recovery.

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[djarinvibe]

Shooting Stars (Din Djarin x F!Reader) Pt. 1

A/N: Okay it’s finally here! I’m so excited for this fic, I’m also excited for y’all to read this fic.

Warnings: MODERN!AU, none

Words: 2.2K

Summary: A new professor has been hired at your work seemingly out of the blue.

Master List

September

Dust-filled rays of golden hues shone brightly throughout the large teachers lounge as you sat there, sipping your morning coffee. The room was empty, save for your sitting figure. You typically got to work early, liking the quietness of the space before the other professors and staff would arrive. It gave you time to wake up, as well as prep for the upcoming day. You would do it in your classroom, however, you shared it with the night school teacher and she doesn't leave until it’s time for your first class of the day.

The school you teach at is a community college, but only a two year institution. It’s quite small, one of the smallest in the state, due to how lowly populated the surrounding cities are. You enjoy it, it gives you a chance to form personal relationships easier. Plus the simpleness of a small town has always intrigued you. 

You moved to the low-populated city shortly after graduating and getting your bachelors degree just seven years ago. You got your job as the Film and Literature professor for both grades shortly after and wouldn’t change it for the world, having taught here for six years now. You love your students, and the curriculum, and you’ve also made friends with the other long-time staff. 

The school year just started, actually. You're only two weeks into the semester. The beginning of the year always had a bit of magic to it. Students actually want to be here and teachers aren't so crabby. There's a collective togetherness felt across the whole campus for the first month or so, it's the highlight of the year.

“Here again early?” The voice of your colleague startled you, prompting you to spill some coffee over the papers you’d been grading.

“Shit,” You muttered, quickly trying to dab away the liquid, “Uh, yeah, I always do.” You chuckled, shrugging away the situation. You looked up to see who’d entered the room and smiled, noting it was one of your close work friends, Omera. The woman has worked here for almost as long as you, having started two years after. She isn't a teacher, instead she works in the office as a secretary. Omera also has a ten year old daughter, and is an amazing single mother. You've met her child, Winta, a few times in the past. You two became friends quickly, finding out you had many things in common.

“I prefer the extra twenty-five minutes of sleep.” She chuckled lightly, padding over to the old coffee machine. You always made sure to brew a full pot, as you were usually the first person to make any. You nodded towards her with a quieted snort, rolling your eyes, before looking back down at the work in front of you.

“Oh, did you hear? Dean Karga hired a new Astronomy teacher.” She smirked, pouring the coffee into a cup as she leaned against the cabinets. “I got a peek of him after his interview,” She paused to throw away the stir stick and trot over, sitting at the small table to join you, “And he’s cute.”

“I didn’t hear,” You raised your brow, “We’re two weeks into the year, why hire him late? Is he new in town?” Your curiosity peaked as you gawked at the woman for answers. 

“I don’t know.” Omera shrugged, taking a sip of the hot liquid, “Could be. But anyways, the Dean is going to introduce him during the morning meeting.” 

“Oh maker, I remember when he did that with me.” You chuckled, shaking your head. Every new member of staff got introduced to the others by the Dean. Greef tries to be a comedian during, but it always ends up being an awkward stand up set with no laughter and scoffs of pity. 

“I guess we’ll see what happens.” Omera smirked, “Oh, and I heard he’s single.” She added with a tap to your arm. The woman knows that you haven't dated in a while; you just haven't been trying. 

“Oh, I don't know…” You trailed off, shaking your head. You didn't have time to think about that. You had more pressing things to worry about like your job, and...

“Just see how it plays out.” The secretary pleaded softly, prompting you to finally cave. She gave a small cheer of delight, her excitement rolling off her thin figure in waves.

-

It took another half an hour before most of the staff finally arrived, just in time. The morning meetings always took place twenty minutes before the starting bell, leaving enough room to cover current topics and get to your classroom.

With the teachers lounge packed as tightly as could be, the Dean finally stepped into the space. Following behind him was, who you could only assume, the new Professor. You didn’t catch a great glimpse, as someone partially blocked your vision, but from what you saw you were intrigued.

“Alright, alright everyone.” Dean Karga’s voice dispelled the murmurs of the room, making it deafeningly quiet. The only sound you could hear was the chattering of students walking the halls outside. You glanced at Omera beside you, her eyes fixated on the new teacher next to the Dean. Scooting slightly until your view wasn't blocked, the mysterious man finally came into view.

You couldn't stop the butterflies from fluttering in your belly, the man in your vision causing them. The Dean’s words melted away, your head becoming fuzzy as you looked at the new teacher. He was handsome, to say the least. He donned a brunette mop of loose, curly hair, and stubble to match. He was broad, the light gray suit he donned only making him look more so. He stood with his hands on his hips, gaze scanning the room when he unsuspectedly locked sight with your own.

Time froze for a moment as his dark eyes peered, your heart gaining speed and your breath catching in unison. Though looking at each other in a crowded room, you felt as though you were the only two. You could've sworn he gave you a gentle nod and a grin, but it felt hazy.

When you finally blinked and looked down, you noted how warm your cheeks had gotten. You felt flustered, the hot rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins and warming up your cold hands. You kept your gaze on the floor ahead of you, trying to steady your racing heart. It was silly to be so flustered over a look, but you haven't experienced that in years.

“And this is our new Astronomy Professor, Din Djarin,” Karga’s words floated back in and you furrowed your brow, trying desperately to ignore the man beside him. The crowd murmured greetings towards the man in the light gray suit, and you felt Omera’s elbow poke your side. Looking towards her, she held a smug expression only fueling the heat in your cheeks. 

“Okay, first period is about to start. Better get you all to class.” The Dean’s voice echoed, and the room erupted with chatter as the herds began to clear out. You, flustered, grabbed your stack of papers and bag, ducking your head to exit silently. Getting to the safety of your classroom was all you cared about. 

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The day surprisingly flew by, despite the whole meeting fiasco earlier that morning. Getting into the groove of class always caused the days to drift by without a blink. Plus, you tried to make the curriculum as engaging as possible to keep both you and your students interested.

After dismissing your last period of the day, you remained in the room working on the papers from the morning. The afternoon sunlight barred against the windows and lit the room brilliantly. That's one reason you loved your classroom; no matter the season, you always got sun. Plus, you’d hung several plants by the windows three years ago much to Dean Karga’s dismay. But it made the space feel less like a prison cell with its painted white brick walls and cold, tile floors.

A knock on the door filled the silence of the space, startling you slightly. After letting out a chuckle at your scare, you yelled for whomever to enter, knowing sometimes students will leave something behind. However, when the door clicked open and you looked up, your breath caught. 

“Hi,” The new professor's low voice echoed in the silence as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind. You cleared your throat, standing up from your desk and subconsciously straightening the fabric of your clothes. 

“H-Hi, you must be…?” You stuttered out the sentence, walking to the edge of your desk and leaning against the surface for support. Of course you know him, but you’d feel impolite not asking. The man trotted into your room til he stood only a few feet in front of you.

“Oh, uh Din, Din Djarin.” He spoke, sticking out a hand for you to shake. Complying, your much smaller hand became engulfed by his own as the two of you greeted the other. You were quick to introduce yourself, managing not to stutter as you spoke this time. The man repeated your name, the sound of it rolling off his lips like velvet. 

“Is there a reason you stopped by?” You questioned, nervously playing with the hem of your shirt. His head tilted in question before he realized what you'd asked.

“Oh, Yes, I was just making a point to introduce myself to the staff personally. The Dean put on quite a show.” Din commented, shaking his head. You don't remember a thing about what Dean Karga had said during the whole meeting, only the vivid eye contact between you and the man in front of you, but you chuckled at his claim nonetheless. 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you.” You smiled softly, studying the man's face. You couldn't help but notice a few minor scars across his warm skin, one tainting the bridge of his curved nose and another along his cheekbone. There was even a small one hiding on his chin, just showing from behind his stubble. 

It made you curious as to how an Astronomy Professor could get such things. Then again, people get scars in all types of weird ways. For example, you have a scar along your thigh that you got from a bike accident involving a hill and your chain catching. You were thirteen at the time.

“What do you teach?” The man questioned, his eyes looking around the room, no doubt trying to guess. The night teacher you shared the space with had put up some decor, but for the most part, the walls were bare of any guidance; aside from the several plants hanging by the window.

“Film and Literature. Have been for...” You paused to do the mental math, “Six years.”

“That’s a long time.” Din observed, nodding his head. You agreed with a slight chuckle, looking away and biting your lip. The man's eyes studied your face as you gazed elsewhere, enamored by your delicate features. Seeing you from across the teachers lounge had been burning in his mind all day. In fact, he had started going room to room for ‘introductions’ just to find you; It only took him seven classrooms.

“Well, I love it,” You shrugged, a smile taking over your face, “And what do you teach?” You finally looked back up at the man, your eyes greeting once again. The intimate contact caused such an anxious stir in your belly, but a welcomed stir. 

“Astronomy.” He responded with a nod, putting his hands onto his hips.

“A spaceman huh?” You questioned with a laugh, “I suck at science… hence why I am an Film and Literature teacher.” You gestured to the empty desked room. The man just chuckled along before you two fell into silence again. It didn't feel nearly as uncomfortable as before, your tension slowly melting away.

You haven't felt this way around someone for a long time. At least not since your college boyfriend over seven years ago, you dated for two years before you graduated and moved. You haven't really made an effort to since, not for any reason in particular, mostly just because you haven't found someone who made you feel special. Plus, it’s a small area and most of the men weren't available

“Well, I should let you get back to work.” Din spoke after a moment of wordless stares. His sentence was slow and hesitant, almost like he didn't want to leave.

“Oh yeah, I nearly forgot.” You stood up from leaning against your desk and chuckled, looking to the stack of papers on the surface.

The two of you began a slow pace towards the door, heads cast to the floor in shyness. Your sets of footsteps sounded against the tiled floor, filling the empty silence with an echoed click. When you reached the door, the man turned on his heels, nearly bumping into you.

“I'm in room 302 If you'd ever like to stop by?” The man’s statement was more spoken like a hopeful question.

“Okay, I’ll be sure to.” You bit your lip before giving him a gleeful smile, nodding your head. The man perked up at your response, giving you one last goodbye before stepping out of the room.

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Ferris Wheel [ N x Reader ]

Word count: 1,638

     “Ah, I figured you would return here.” Y/N’s head turned to lock gazes with the green haired man, the wind blowing his thick ponytail off to the side. His cap casted a shadow over his face, but Y/N could tell by his smile that his eyes were also welcoming. She returned the smile as she moved to face him.

     “You told me we would meet here one more time,” she spoke, trying to keep her voice even through all the swirling emotions she was feeling. Sadness? Embarrassment? She wasn’t sure. N moved to stand beside her, looking up at the massive metal contraption in front of them. The Nimbasa city Ferris Wheel was the pride and joy of Unova. At the top, you could see for miles on end, the treetops lying flat over the region like a blanket. At night it was especially beautiful. When at the top, the lights of the city scattered across the landscape made the view seem like they were so far away. Far away with N.

      “That I did. I’m truly glad you remembered.” N took notice of the sun just starting to set, thinking now would be the perfect time to board the ferris wheel. He looked to Y/N, who was looking up with just as much wonder in her eyes as he held. She had always seemed a little strange to him. Not that he was really one to judge, but she just didn’t seem to have many cares in the world. She wasn’t interested in being a Pokémon trainer, she had no Pokémon of her own, simply bonding with the wild ones she came across, and she always seemed like she had somewhere to be, but she didn’t seem like she knew where that was. Y/N was just... different. N didn’t really know how to feel about that.  

     “Well then, shall we?” he asked, offering her his hand which she gladly accepted. Boarding on the ferris wheel, the bored teenager running the machine closed the door for them and returned to his seat. The ferris wheel began its ascension slowly, time almost slowing down for the two of them. The muffled sounds of chatter from the ground began to grow more and more distant as Y/N was now aware of her own heart thumping loudly against her ribcage. N gazed out the window for a while, comfortable with the silence they shared as the trees began to shrink beneath them. Y/N decided to be the first to speak.

     “So... Now that Team Plasma is gone, what will you do, N?” she asked softly, turning her gaze to look out the window. N hummed to himself before closing his eyes.

     “I think... I want to learn more about the bonds between Pokémon and their trainers. It seems like... such a complex relationship that I don’t fully understand. But... after this journey, I’ve realized that being a Pokémon trainer means more than just keeping Pokémon locked away in Pokéballs and forcing them to fight. It’s...” he trailed off for a moment, searching for the right thing to say. “It’s a partnership. Both trainer and Pokémon working together in harmony. That is what I wish to understand. With Zekrom now by my side, I believe... I can begin to understand these feelings.” Y/N nodding knowingly, looking back at N to see that he had now turned his head to gaze at her. The sun's rays beaming onto his features almost angelically, framing the look of innocence in his eyes. Inside and out, he was a beautiful human being.

     “I sincerely hope you find it, N. I think... once you find what you’re looking for, you’ll find a whole new strength inside you. I have... a lot of faith in what you can do.” N’s eyes widened for a moment, surprised at Y/N’s honest words, before letting a smile fall onto his face.

     “You’re too kind, Y/N. I thank you.” She offered him a nod and a small smile, a tint of red rising to her cheeks. Usually, she would make up some excuse to run to the washroom or hide her face away from him, but right now, as they sat at the top of Nimbasa city, she didn’t feel the need to hide anymore. Y/N was ready to let all her feelings lay bare before him.

     “I also... feel like I need to be honest with you...” She spoke softly, bunching the hem of her skirt up in her fists. N gave her a puzzled look but remained quiet to allow her to speak.

     “I... I think the way you care about Pokémon is extraordinary, how you’re always willing to do whatever you can to help them. It’s one of the things I admire about you. I know that... you may have regrets, but mistakes make us better people. I think that’s the biggest difference between you and me. You’re good at reading Pokémon, and I’m good at reading people. That’s why I know you’re going to do really well on your own...” Y/N exhaled softly before looking down at her lap. “But... would it be selfish of me to... ask you to take me with you?” N rose an eyebrow as he scooted forward on his seat, leaning a bit closer towards her.

     “You want to... come with me? How come?” Y/N looked back up to the former king, tears picking at the corners of her eyes. A saddened smile painted her lips and N’s heart seemed to stop. He never realized how much it pained him to see her upset.

     “Because I... Because I’ve fallen in love with you, I think...”

     For a brief moment, it felt as if time itself had stopped around them. As if Dialga itself had frozen the whole universe to give them this moment atop Nimbasa and all of Unova. Y/N gently began to nervously play with the lace adorning her skirt as the two sat in silence, neither knowing what to say. She decided she should at least say something, considering she knew N wouldn’t know how to respond, nor was it likely he reciprocated her feelings.

     “All this time, I’ve watched you grow as a person, grow into this amazing man who wants nothing more than to help Pokémon. Even though, this whole time I haven’t really done anything to help you, for the first time in my life, I feel alive. I feel adventurous, free... truly happy.” Y/N raised her eyes to look at him once again. The fact that he had gotten significantly closer did not go unnoticed, nor did the redness tinting his face. She swore she could feel her heart beating in her throat.

     “And it’s all because of you N. You’ve changed my life. Whenever I’m around you, I feel light, my heart races and all I can do is smile. I-I'm not expecting you to feel the same but-”

     “I love you as well.” N abruptly spoke as his hand reached out to nimbly take one of hers. It was Y/N’s turn to turn red as her eyes widened slightly. This made N chuckle as he moved in the cabin to sit in the spot next to her, both turning to face one another.

     “I of course don’t fully understand the concept of love or romance. It’s a feeling that’s hard to describe, but I feel the same way about you, and I have for a long time.” N smiled gently and tucked some of Y/N’s dusty pink hair behind her ear, his hand moving to cup her cheek. “I enjoy seeing you smile, and laugh,” he chuckled a bit. “and the way you pout when things don’t go your way. I enjoy spending time with you, walking through the forest, meeting Pokémon... I just enjoy everything about you.”

     Y/N took notice of the distance between them becoming smaller and smaller. Soon, she could feel the ghost of his breath against her lips, their eyes never once leaving each other.

     “I’m not sure if I’m doing this right, so forgive me if this doesn’t live up to your expectations,” he said with his voice barely above a whisper. Y/N smiled and gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

     “Everything you do is perfect to me, N.” She could feel him smile as he tilted his head and brushed his lips against hers. Her eyes fluttered shut as she moved to close the distance, the two locked together in a kiss. There was nothing in the world other than them, the ferris wheel and the sun melting across the horizon.

     Y/N couldn’t help but feel disappointed when she felt his warmth leave her lips, foreheads resting against each other as the world seemed to quickly catch up with them. With their cabin now descending, she knew they would be getting off soon.

    “Y/N... Thank you for letting me experience this with you,” N spoke as his thumb brushed over her cheek. “I would love nothing more than to take you with me... But this is a journey I must take on my own.” Y/N knew this would be his answer. It hurt just the same, but she understood. N was free for the first time in his life, and there were things he needed to discover alone before he could truly begin to live.

     “But,” he began, pulling back to look at her, his blue eyes holding a passion she had never seen before. “I will come back. As long as you are willing to wait, I will return for you. That I promise you.” Y/N knew it was true. He hadn’t lied to her yet, and after the kiss they just shared, she trusted him.

     “Come back safely, okay?” She said to him softly, leaning into him once more. He smiled and nodded.

     “Of course, my love.”

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watch your six - part two

pairing: eventual bucky x reader

warnings: some violence, trigger warning of sedation (it isn’t in there for a long time and the description of it isn’t super good BUT it’s still there), mentions of kidnapping, i think that’s it. 

word count: just a bit over 3k 

a/n: okay! here’s part two, i’m experimenting with the longer parts, so let me know what y’all think of it. bucky does make an appearance soon, i swear y’all :) just be patience with me babes. also, i know this isn’t like the typical fan fic because it isn’t in the second person but we’re powering through together. i hope y’all enjoy babes <3

p.s.: if y’all want to be added to a tag list for this series, shoot me a message and we’ll get it worked out 

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I shot up from my bed, eyes wild and frantic searching for anything to ground me to my current surroundings. It was just a dream, just a dream. It was just a dream. Except it didn’t feel like a dream. Everything was too detailed, too crisp for it to have really been just a dream. I swung my legs off my bed and grabbed a hold of the fluffy white comforter. Groaning, I pushed my feet to touch the cold hardwood of my apartment. I made my way towards my kitchen and my coffee maker. I popped a breakfast blend K-cup into the slot and dumped a mug full of water into the side of the machine. Pressing the button, I turned while listening to the coffee machine force the water through the coffee grounds and filter and into my cup.

Looking out into my living room, I eyed my couch. It was intact with no bullet holes riddling the cushions. It was still the pristine white that I’ve spent many nights curled on watching movies. The dark stained wood coffee table in front of it brought memories of long study sessions with books and loose papers strewn across it. A faint smile graced my lips as I was reminiscing. The black coffee maker spit the last of the dark substance into my mug, so I reached into my cabinets and pulled out the essentials. I’ve never been one for pure black coffee, tastes like tar in my opinion. The aftertaste isn’t something that I want to deal with for as long as it’ll last.

I dumped two spoonfuls of sugar into the cup and then poured a dash of liquid creamer in along with it. Stirring the now light brown liquid, I raised the mug to my mouth and took a much needed sip. Sighing as I swallowed, I walked around to the couch in the living. Plopping down, I kicked my feet to rest on top of the coffee table. Leaning back against the cushions, I tried to process what my dream was about.

It was just too real to be a dream, right? It was awfully specific to be a dream. Squinting my eyes, I nodded my head and set my mug on the table. Reaching for my laptop and opening the first browser I could, I searched ‘dream analysis.’ Maybe they’ll have something that can give me an answer as to why it was so clear. Scrolling down the first website, my eyes scanning the bolded letters. Nine Common Dreams and What They Could Mean, oh perfect. Flying, being naked in public, teeth falling out, cheating, none of these are like my dream. I shook my head and swiped out of the website and back to the search engine.

It was late in the morning and the sun was rising to its peak when I finally gave up. It’s obvious what happened though, I’ve gone mental. Absolutely insane, just plain certifiable. No, no, that’s not what it is. My coffee now gone cold, I placed my closed laptop on the coffee table next to the discarded coffee mug. I stood and my head started throbbing. Deciding I would have a better outlook on things without a pounding head, I took a shower. The water was a pleasant, scalding temperature. Leaving the bathroom with my hair in a towel and another wrapped around my body, I changed into a simple pair of ripped mom jeans and an oversized t-shirt. Hanging my towels on the rack in the bathroom, I brushed my teeth and then turned out the light as I left.

Today was my one day off of work this week and I was going to savor it. Slipping on a pair of ratty sneakers and grabbing my purse from the hook next to the door, I left my cozy apartment. I locked the door and shoved my keys all the way to the bottom of my purse. I left my building with the intention of trying to shake off the nightmare that I had. To do so, I went into the coffee shop at the end of the block. I pushed the doors open and was greeted with a warm and inviting atmosphere. Dark floors gave way to twinkling lights illuminating the charcoal gray walls. Behind the counter, I make eye contact with the barista and receive a tight-lipped smile from him. “Hi, welcome to Beniot’s Beans. What can I get started for you today?”

I glanced at the chalkboard menu and ran my eyes over it quickly. I already knew what I wanted, but I needed to prepare myself to say it out loud. “Hello, can I get a medium caramel iced coffee to go, please?” I rocked back and forth on the balls of my feet as he scribbled my order onto the clear plastic cup. He told me my total as I looted in my wallet for my bills. After placing the money in the register, he explained that they would call my order when it was ready. I nodded and walked off to find somewhere to sit that was out of the way. After situating myself on one of the comfortable armchairs, I pulled my phone out in an effort to discourage human interaction. After retrieving my order from the counter, I sat back down in the armchair, trying to decide what to do next. The hour was just rolling over to being almost lunchtime, which made me realize that I hadn’t eaten anything yet. Shrugging my purse back onto my shoulder and shoving my phone into it, I left the store throwing a small wave to the barista behind the counter.

Sighing contentedly, I made the trek back to my apartment while steadily drinking the iced coffee. Some people say coffee shouldn’t be cold, and then there’s people who have sense. Giggling to myself, I took in my surroundings. Brick buildings lined the small two-way road. The donut shop on the opposite side of the street had two cop cruisers sitting in front of it. The contrasting black and white paint with black lettering outlined in yellow was intimidating. There was no reason for it to be, but there was just an aura of discomfort encapsulating the cars. By this time, I had stopped, slurping on my almost empty iced coffee. Breaking out of my trance with a ring of a bell, four officers exited the donut shop. Two of the officers held off-white cardboard boxes, they were all laughing at something. I tilted my head and scrunched my brows, guess the stereotype about cops is true, they love their donuts. Sensing a stare, one of the officers looked around for the source. Eventually, our gazes locked and he winked. Uh, ew. Making a face, I shook my head and went about my way back to my apartment.

Despite that experience, it was nice to be able to have no specific agenda, just relaxing and going with the flow. My inner monologue stopped when I got to my kitchen and started deciding what to prepare for lunch. Finally landing on a box of macaroni and cheese to satisfy my hunger, I set to work. The pot of water now on the stove, I tossed my empty plastic cup from the coffee shop into the garbage bin. I went around to my living room and grabbed my coffee mug from earlier and placed it in the sink, after rinsing it out. I’ll wash that and the stuff I use for lunch after I finish eating. I dumped the box of uncooked noodles into the now boiling water. Soon, the macaroni was ready to be eaten, so I poured the cheesy noodles into a bowl. Hoisting myself onto the granite countertop, I began to inhale the food. Wow, okay I was hungrier than I thought. It didn’t take long to finish off the noodles. As I was washing the dirty dishes, the intercom system of the apartment went off. Weird, I wasn’t expecting anyone. “Who is it?” I inquired into the speaker box. “Hi, I’m looking for the inhabitant of this flat.”

My brows furrowing, I asked again, “Who is this?”

“Ma’am, please don’t waste my time or yours. Is this the woman who lives in this apartment, yes or no?” They sounded exhausted. “I need to speak with the woman who lives here.” I was shocked, this didn’t seem right. Alright, I’m a woman living alone in an apartment building. Some stranger comes to my building, asking to speak to me, so what do I do?

“Uh, yeah they’re not here. You’ll have to come back later.” The lie was easy. Safety first and all, right? There was no reply after waiting a few minutes, so I went back to doing my dishes. After drying and putting them away, I kicked my shoes off and settled into my couch with a fluffy blue throw. Flicking the TV on, I picked the home improvement channel. I stretched out on the couch while wondering how realtor Bessie May was going to find this couple the perfect home. Snuggling further into the pillows, I was able to drift off into a dreamless slumber.

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It was loud banging that eventually roused me. Untangling myself from the fluff that wrapped around my legs, I toppled onto the floor. “I’m coming, hold your horses!” I shouted at the door. Who the hell? I swear if it’s my crazy neighbor again. “Marge! If this is you, we are going to have a problem!” I huffed my way to the door and yanked it open to reveal a group of men in what looked like dark tactical gear. Confusion overtook my facial features. I took a step back and tightened my grip on my door knob.

“Um… hi? Can I help you?” I questioned the group at large.

“Ma’am, we’re looking for the permanent resident of this apartment.” The man to my left said. He was short and stocky, he was also the only man wearing a dark gray suit. “Are you the permanent resident of this unit?” He continued while trying to see over my shoulders and into the living room.

“No, they’re not here right now.” I repeated the lie from earlier. I had an inkling this had to do with that, what else could it be?

“Well, do you know when she’ll be back?” He pressed, still stealing glances into my abode.

“No, she didn’t say. You’ll have to come back later. Goodbye.” I stated while closing the door. I was almost home free until a combat boot clad foot was stuck into the door frame.

“You see ma’am, this really isn’t the time to be lying to me.” The suited man explained. I took a deep breath and continued trying to close the door.

“Well, I’ve already told you all I know. The person who owns this place isn’t here right now.” The door was stopped yet again by the same foot.

“Ma’am, you need to invite us inside. We have things to discuss.” Suits ordered.

My brows raised, “Or what?” I scoffed, “Look you need to leave before I call the police. Good day to you gentlemen.” Another attempt to close the door was once again defeated, but this time the door swung in. Allowing entrance into my apartment. My eyes widened and I rushed away from the door, putting as much distance between the group of men and myself.

“What the hell are you doing! I’m calling the police.” I reached for my phone that was laying on the coffee table. It was snatched away from me by a man in tactical gear. His hair was cropped and dark, he slipped my phone into one of the many pockets of his vest. I raised my eyebrows at the man, and began demanding my phone from him.

“Listen ma’am, we’re going to need you to come with us.” Suits insisted. My gaze darted to him, if looks could kill man. “We’re allowing you the privilege of getting a bag of your necessities.” I took a deep breath, trying to calm my ever rising nerves. I brought the heels of my palms to my eyes, trying to clear the fogginess of sleep to process what Suits was saying. “We don’t have all day. Get your stuff now.” I shook my head and started refusing.

“Yeah, that won’t be happening. I’m asking you one last time to leave my apartment before I start screaming.” I crossed my arms over my chest in a protective stance. They’ve got five seconds before I raise hell. Suits made a face that looked like he was disappointed.

“Grab her.” The man who took my phone advanced at me. His whole hand covered my upper arm, lifting it and beginning to drag me to the door. I started kicking out, clawing, trying to make contact with anything that I could hurt. Damage, don’t stop fighting. Don’t give in. Whipping my upper body around, I managed to scratch the man's cheek. He cried out in pain and his grip loosened for just a moment. Long enough for me to wrench my arm away from him and run towards the front door. My path was interrupted by a wall of a man. Towering over me, he wrapped both of his arms around my torso. Effectively stopping all of my movement while he turned me in his grasp to face Suits once again.

“Help! Someone help me! Help me!” This was a quiet enough building, shouts like that would surely gain someone’s attention, right? “Help! Someone help me, please!” I was screaming my throat sore. Not stopping until there was a large hand placed over my mouth. Even then, there were muffled cries that could be heard throughout my otherwise silent apartment unit. Stifled sobs were leaving my lungs in heaves. Suits approached me and shook his head,

“It really didn’t have to be like this but, of course.” He turned to one of his goons and nodded his head towards me. I began screaming again as the final goon stepped forward. His hair was slicked back and I could smell the hair gel that he must have just dipped his head into. Hair Gel reached into his pocket and brought out a small white case.

He unzipped the case and gestured to the mass of a man behind me. My head was moved to expose my neck, I struggled against Mass while Hair Gel approached. Screaming and thrashing trying to disrupt what I thought was about to happen. Hair Gel assembled a syringe, outfitting it with a blue capped needle. Hair Gel extracted a clear liquid into the syringe, he got closer to my jolting body, glaring at Mass.

“Hold her still, you buffoon.” He grunted at Mass. The grip around me began cutting off my circulation to the lower half of my body. Not deterring me in any way, I still made it as hard as I could for Hair Gel. There was a pinch on the side of my neck, and then a warm feeling passed through my body. Mass’s hand was still covering my mouth and his arms around my torso, if it weren’t for that I probably would’ve fallen straight to the ground. Oh hell man, what am I going to do now?

My body went limp in Mass’s hold, and my mind was starting to become fuzzy. Looking around at the three men in front of me, I worried what was going to happen. I’ve seen Taken. I know what happens to girls who travel alone. That kind of stuff doesn’t happen to people like me. Suits sighed yet again, looking disinterested in the whole affair. Suits looked to the man who I scratched and shook his head at him.

“You seriously let her get her hands on you?” Suits mocked, “That’s pathetic, Gomez.”

“Pathetic? She was clawing me, man!” The man, Gomez, defended.

“It doesn’t matter, you idiot. You still aren’t supposed to let it happen.” Suits berated Gomez and then waved him off, “Go get the stuff. And don’t mess it up this time, ya got that?” Gomez rolled his eyes at Suits, but nodded anyway. He left the room towards my bedroom. My eyelids started drooping, I willed them to stay open a bit longer.

“How long’s it gonna take that stuff to kick in?” Suits asked Hair Gel.

“Oh, it starts working immediately.” Hair Gel finished replacing everything in his white case, turning to me, he continued, “The body reacts to the compound right away, inducing temporary paralysis. It’s really quite remarkable to watch it in action.”

Suits glanced at Hair Gel, “You mean to tell me it doesn’t make them unconscious? What the hell did I bring you along for?”

“Of course it makes the victim unconscious, what do you think I’m stupid or something? It just takes a couple of minutes for the enzyme to break down for the brain.” Hair Gel tilted his head while looking at me. He gave me a once over and if I had any kind of control over my body, there would’ve been an unmistakable shiver that passed through my body. Gomez emerged with a duffle in tow and dumped the closed bag on the couch.

“Don’t forget the laptop, Gomez.” Suits reminded him while his attention was on the kitchen of my apartment. “Alright, let’s go.” With the effort it takes to lift a feather, Mass carried me bridal style out of my unit. My eyelids were becoming even more heavy and I screamed and shouted in my head, but my mouth just wouldn’t move. The four men made their way out, passing my crazy neighbor Marge.

“Can I help you boys with something?” Marge’s door was open, and she leaned up against the frame, watching this scene go down.

“Nothing to be worried about ma’am. This is official government business.” Suits reported, simply shrugging off Marge.

“Government business?” Marge shrieked, and a glimmer of hope flashed in my head. Marge won’t fall for your bullshit Suits. She’s going to save me. “I always knew there was something off about that one.” What the hell, Marge?

“Like I said ma’am, nothing to worry about. Now if you would, just go back inside. We’re done here.” Suits advised. Marge, who was none the wiser, bounced her shoulders and turned back into her own unit. She could be heard through the door explaining to her guests that her next door neighbor was always strange and never really sat right with her.

“Doesn’t surprise me they’re taking her away. I always knew something was off about that girl. I told you so.” Marge howled with laughter after her statement. My last hope dashed by my crazy neighbor’s complete ignorance and lack of acknowledgement for her surroundings. Mass began his descent of the stairs with a steady pace. The constant rocking back and forth of his body weight served to lull my eyelids the rest of the way closed.

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III; BLUE BAYOU SERIES

Oh that boy of mine, by my side. The silver moon and the evening tide.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: TFAWS!Sam Wilson x fem!Reader

Summary: Sam and y/n don’t want their first date to end.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY; oral (female receiving), passionate sex, a BIT fo dirty talk (we love to see it Sam)

Word Count: 3529

Author’s Notes: And we finally get a bit of smut! I am thinking of doing a few more parts to this series, flashing forward weeks and months to different aspects of their new relationship.

“Well then, I’ll lead the way.” Sam is still holding onto their hand, stepping onto the sidewalk and walking silently next to each other. It isn’t AWKWARD at all, the silence between them, it feels comfortable just to be next to each other. The night is quiet, a few cars passing here and there, an occasional jogger or couple walking past, but for the most part they were alone.

They walked a few blocks down from the restaurant and Sam tugged y/n to the other side of the street, stopping outside the small family-owned corner store. He turns his attention to y/n’s face, noticing the light splattering of freckles on her cheeks. “What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?”

She scrunches her nose, cocking her head to the side. “Chocolate chip cookie dough, DEFINITELY.” Sam slips his hand out of hers, opening the door of the store, soliciting a ring from the bell overhead. “Perfect, I’ll be right back.”

Once inside the small store he heads straight for the freezers against the wall, eyes scanning until he finds a pint of Ben & Jerry’s in the flavor of her choice, grabbing it along with two plastic spoons by the slurpee machine. He walks to the front, greeting the young man behind the counter with a smile and purchasing the ice cream.

Walking back outside, Sam holds the bag with the items up to show y/n, moving to grab her hand again INSTINCTIVELY. “Now that we’ve got dessert, I know a great spot to sit.” 

They continue to walk down the sidewalk, street lamps illuminating the walkway by the dock ahead. Sam used to come down here with his high school buddies after a night out downtown. They’d always stop at the same corner store he had to grab their late night MUNCHIES before sitting on the docks for hours, talking about anything and everything. He felt his most free on the docks by the water.

The dock CREAKS slightly under their feet as they walk, heading to the familiar wooden benches near the end. Sam motions for y/n to sit, moving beside her and opening the plastic bag, pulling out the pint and spoons and tucking the bag into his jacket pocket to keep it from blowing away. He opens the pint and sets the lid next him, holding out the spoons.

“You really know the way to my HEART.” Y/N takes one of the spoons from his hand, swirling her spoon into the container until she pulls up a spoonful of the creamy delight. She opens her mouth, letting the flavors melt onto her taste buds, smiling at the comforting flavor. Ben and Jerry’s had gotten her through a LOT of trauma and heartbreak in her life. The wind picks up once more, sending shivers down y/n’s spine, Sam taking notice and immediately peeling off his jacket.

“Here, take this.” Before she can protest he’s draping it over her shoulders, the size of his jacket making her look even more PETITE. “I usually run pretty hot, and I’m used to the nights here.”

She silently thanks him, watching him indulge in the ice cream as well. “Well, I guess I should know better since I lived in Colorado, but I don’t go out much at NIGHT.” Her eyes move back to the ice cream, twisting her spoon into the pint again. “You know, Sarah said she’s so happy to have you back in town, and I can tell the boys are too. You’re really good with them.”

Sam nods, taking another spoonful of ice cream. “Yeah, I’m happy too. It’s IMPORTANT that the boys have a man around. Sarah has been handling this all unbelievably since her husband passed, but I know there are things that the boys need to know that Sarah shouldn’t have to teach them. For instance, how to fix things around the house so Sarah doesn’t have to do EVERYTHING, and of course the whole ‘birds and the bees’ scenario.” That was one really awkward night for the three of them. All of it is a blessing though, he LOVES being back with his family, although he misses his mom and dad a lot more now that he’s home permanently. He hopes they’re proud of him and everything he and Sarah have accomplished, they were before but now things were DIFFERENT.

Speaking of accomplishments, not once has he mentioned the whole Captain America thing, and he figures now’s as good a time as any. He clears his throat, eyes looking up to meet y/n’s again. “Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you…” She laughs softly, reaching a hand out to touch his leg comfortingly.

“Sam, I KNOW you’re Captain America.”

His face contorts with multiple emotions, finally settling on confusion. “Wait, you do?”

Her hand squeezes his thigh, not taking her eyes off of him. “Of course, I mean you’re all over the news and everyone in town talks about you being here. Also, Sarah literally has a picture of you in the suit in her living room.” As if she HADN’T known, it was literally everything anyone was talking about the past few months, even back in Colorado. Now that she lives in the same town as him, her students mention it all the time in her class, talking about run-ins with Sam at the grocery store or visiting the family business just to meet him.

“And you’re not...weirded out?” She’s the only person he’s met since becoming Captain America that didn’t treat him like he was a superhero, like he was UNTOUCHABLE. She was here, sitting on a bench, treating him as Sam Wilson. “Why didn’t you mention that you knew I was Captain America sooner?”

“I can’t say I’ve had my fair share of dates with superheroes, but no, I’m not weirded out. If you ever need someone to talk to, I’ve been told I’m great at listening. And also at keeping secrets.” She had no reason to tell things that others confided in her in private, her father had always taught her the importance of others' secrets staying SECRET. “Why would I mention it? You’re not JUST Captain America, you’re much more than that. You’re Sam Wilson, and that’s the guy who asked me out yesterday, and the guy I’ve been talking to all night. He’s the guy I wanted to get to know. Not that I don’t want to know Captain America but that’s just not ALL of you.”

Sam grins from ear to ear, a deep chuckle escaping at her words. He liked that he could trust her, of course he wasn’t allowed to tell her CLASSIFIED information, but he could tell her some of his life, the parts he had only shared with Sarah up until now. And even then, some of the darker parts he didn’t want to burden his sister with. 

His eyes are hyperfocusing on her now, the light of one of the street lamps giving him an even closer look at her features. Her eyes, he notices, have flecks of GOLD within the irises that are more apparent now. Her perfume is wafting from her soft skin again, and he watches as she takes another bit of ice cream, plump lips parting and tongue swirling over the spoon. She looks INTOXICATING, like the personification of the first flowers in spring, or the feeling when your skin first soaks in the rays of sunshine on a summer day.

Before he can even think Sam’s hand moves out to cup her chin, tilting her head and leaning in, lips pressing against hers. Y/N is surprised, but doesn’t break the kiss, instead moving her hand to the back of his neck. She can TASTE the ice cream on his lips, and can feel how perfectly they mold against her own. They hold the kiss for a moment before y/n moves back, a wispy breath leaving her lips.

“Sorry if that was...well, uh, that was my first kiss in….well a LONG time.” Sam states, but y/n tries to reassure him by placing her hand back in his. “No, it was fine. That was my first kiss in a while too but...I liked it.”

She’s been so caught up that she hadn’t realized how dark it had gotten, her free hand running through her tousled curls. “It’s getting darker and this dress is not best for the cold.” She also realized how stupid it had been to not drive her car, but she wasn’t sure how late she’d be out and she only lived a few stop lights down from the restaurant. “My apartment is close, I actually walked to the restaurant since it was such a nice night, would you mind driving me back to my place?”

Sam nods, standing up to throw the ice cream and spoons in a nearby trash can, moving back to her to re-grip her hand. “Of course, let’s get back before the wind flowing off the water starts to drop in temperature again.”

Y/N’s heart is beating loudly in her chest when they pull up to the apartment complex. It really was only a five minute drive from the restaurant, double that on foot. They had made small talk along the walk back to his truck and the ride, learning little interests the other had, y/n sharing her favorite things to bake and Sam listing off a few of his favorite Marvin Gaye songs.

“Let me walk you up.” Sam insists, opening the door to the truck for her and helping her hop down. He really was different from any man she’d been out with before. Most of the time they just offered to call her an UBER rather than driving her anywhere.

Y/N and Sam walk up the two flights of stairs to her apartment door, and y/n finally finds the keys in her purse and opens the front door. “Do you want to come in?” Her voice is innocent, turning back around to face him.

“Uh-yeah, sure.” It’s not like he had anything else planned that night. He steps inside as y/n flicks on a few lights on the wall, taking in the look of her apartment. It’s small, a one bedroom with a balcony overlooking the parking lot below. She has a large navy blue couch with a coffee table in the living room, along with a TV on a stand across from it. Upon further inspection there is no kitchen table, instead three cream-colored stools sitting along an extended countertop. There’s a few house plants on a shelf above the kitchen sink, and everything is very NEATLY in its place.

“You keep it clean like this all the time?” He asks, watching as y/n moves to brew them each a cup of coffee in her Keurig. 

“Oh, I obsessively clean. I can’t stand it when things aren’t in their place.” She had ALSO gotten that from her father, but she doesn’t mention it aloud. After the cups of coffee are brewed, she puts an average amount of sugar and cream in before y/n hands Sam one of the mugs of coffee. She grabs her own mug and takes a sip, leaning against the counter.

“You know, I really had a great time. I know it’s probably not normal to say this but I feel like I’m just…” He trails off, not wanting to sound corny. Screw it. “I’m DRAWN to you, y/n. I haven’t felt this way about someone in a long time.” He sets his mug down on the counter, staring at us as the liquid swirls around. 

Y/N chews softly on her bottom lip, fingers gripping the edge of her mug, taking another large gulp. She’s trying to figure out the right words to respond without looking like a total FOOL. The liquid from the coffee is warming her from the inside out, and she’s thankful to be out of the wind and having this discussion in the comforts of her apartment. A bit of a home-court advantage.

“No, that’s not weird. I agree, I mean...I LIKE you too, if that’s what you meant.” He’s finished about half of his coffee when she finally relays her feelings about him, a smile spreading on his lips. How did someone like her find HIM?

He looks at the clock on the stove, realizing it was already one in the morning. Had they really been out for that long? It didn’t FEEL like it. Sam clears his throat, moving to set his cup in the sink beside her. “I should probably go.” He’s about to grab his jacket that y/n had set on one of the stools but he stops and turns when he feels y/n’s hand grab the back of his arm.

“Sam…” She’s looking between his lips and his eyes before she leans up on her TIPPY toes to kiss him again. Sam doesn’t hesitate, wrapping one arm around her waist, letting his other hand move up so he can cup her face.

The kiss is more passionate this time than their first one on the dock, and she moves her hands to wrap around the back of his neck. Their bodies mold against each other, and she can FEEL the heat radiating from him.

They hold this position for a moment before she pulls away from the kiss, breathless, fingers rubbing the back of his neck. “Sam...stay.” 

He doesn’t answer, instead crashing his lips back against hers more fervently this time. His fingers move down the small of her back, caressing her ass, eliciting a moan from her lips. Not only has it been so long since he’d even KISSED a woman, but it’s been even longer since he’s done anything else like this. But it felt so good.

Sam doesn’t waste any time, the hands on her ass pulling her up off her feet as she instinctively wraps her legs around his waist. He’s so much larger than her, and she is probably clinging to him like a koala to a tree, but she honestly doesn’t CARE.

Her lips part to let his tongue inside, and he can now taste the rich coffee flavor on his taste buds. He moves them slowly down the hallway, breaking the kiss so he can find the door to her room without tripping and falling. As he pushes the door open y/n’s lips move from his cheek to just below his ear, peppering wet kisses down along his neck and OCCASIONALLY sucking at the supple skin. The action on his skin elicits a groan from his lips, dropping her carefully onto her bed before moving over top of her.

Sam places another rushed kiss to her lips, moving his lips to her neck and across her collarbone, his hands running up and down the sides of her silky dress.

“Sam please…” Her breathing is shaky, feeling her core becoming wet from his actions. She can feel his cock through his jeans that are pressed against her, and she moves her hand down to the outline, rubbing her hand along it. He feels THICK, and she wonders what he’ll look like with his clothes off.

Another moan falls from his mouth when she touches him, instinctively bucking his hips into hers. “Please what?” He teases, nibbling gently at the skin on her shoulder. He wants her so bad, but the dominant side of him is screaming to be set free after YEARS of being locked up.

She rubs her hand harder against him, fingers working at pulling his belt open. “Please, I need your touch, your lips. I need YOU.”

He’s happy to hear her response, moving his weight off of her so that he can pull at the straps of her slip dress, y/n rolling her body up to help him pull it completely down. She’s left in a nude strapless bra and a matching seamless thong, Sam taking in the sight below him. Her body is absolutely as BREATHTAKING as her face was under the street lights.

“You’re gorgeous.” Hands roam along her soft skin, moving behind her back to unhook her bra, pulling it off and tossing it aside to reveal two perky breasts beneath. He leans forward to take a pink nipple into his mouth, a slew of curse words leaving y/n’s mouth. It feels so GOOD.

He keeps his attention on her breasts for a few minutes before he lifts off of her, pulling his shirt off and tossing it to the hardwood floor. Y/N sits up on her elbows, licking her lips as she takes in his extremely chiseled form.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” Her hands roam along his chest, moving up to his muscular arms. He was DEFINITELY Captain America fit. Sam chuckles darkly, slinking his body down further, hands tugging off her panties. He can smell her wetness against the fabric, eyes filled with lust as he meets her gaze.

“I’ve GOT to taste you.” Eyes turn back to her pussy, noticing how clean kept it was. He moves forward, tongue gently lapping at her outer folds, soliciting a moan from her lips. Her thighs jerk and try to close around his head but he takes his hands and pushes her legs back down. “Don’t move, let me make you feel good.” He turns his attention back to her core, licking more passionately against her. He lets his tongue pass in and out of her pussy, holding her legs still so y/n cannot buck down for more. And she doesn’t NEED to, he’s already providing a good speed.

Y/n’s hands are staying busy by tugging the comforter beside her head, arching her back. Her moans are encouraging Sam to pick up speed, adding two fingers in gradually. He’s fucking her with his fingers, tongue licking at that perfect bundle of nerves and scratching every ITCH in her body.

“Sam I’m gonna…” She’s cut off by her orgasm ripping through her body, Sam holding her steady and fingers fucking her through it. She’s shaking by the time he pulls his fingers out, moving them up to her lips. “You’ve gotta taste yourself, that pussy is so sweet.”

She opens her mouth and sucks on his fingers before he pulls them out with a wet POP. “Sam, get those pants off, please. Want you inside me…now.” She’s honestly surprised herself by how much she wants him, but it just felt RIGHT. 

Sam wastes no time, moving up off the bed to kick off his shoes, socks, and jeans. His fingers move under the band of his grey boxers before he tugs them to the floor, standing at the edge of her bed completely naked.

He’s like Zeus, a God amongst a world of mortals. Her eyes trailed down to take in his cock now that it was free from its clothed prison, and she gasps. It’s definitely long but also THICK. Her pussy tightens at the thought of having him inside her.

Sam can see the way she looks a bit nervous at his size, moving over her once again and caressing her face with one hand, the other holding onto his cock. “Y/N it’s okay…gonna make you feel so good…you’re gonna make ME feel so good too…” His cock pressed against her folds, eyes meeting hers. “Relax, baby.”

The pet name makes her heart melt, she wanted to be his and only his. He moves slowly, cock aligning between her folds, opening her up and pushing in inch by inch until he bottoms out inside her, holding himself in place to let her adjust. Sam’s lips are on hers, kissing her through his motions before he pulls off her mouth.

“Sam, move please.” He does as she asks, moving in and out of her slowly at first before her moans are sparking a HUNGER inside of him, increasing his speed before he’s slamming into her over and over. 

Her pussy feels like what he assumes heaven would be like, her legs imitating the pearly gates that open up for him when he arrives. “Fuck, y/n, I need to pull out.” She pulls Sam in for a rough kiss, breathing heavily. “I’m on the pill, it’s fine, want you to cum in my pussy, want to be leaking you all day.”

Once she’s said that he can’t hold on, cutting her off with another kiss as he moans, hot spurts of cum filling up her pussy. Her walls tighten and she hits her second orgasm, her soft cries mixed against his lips on hers. 

Sam finally moves off of her once he’s not too sensitive, laying down on his back next to her, instinctively pulling her into his chest. They lie there in SILENCE, the only sounds in the room are their breathing.

“That was…” She trails off, fingers running absentmindedly up and down his chest. “Incredible.” He finishes, his own fingers moving to rub her back. His eyes close, letting the room fall silent again. “Does this mean there’ll be a second date?” 

She lets out a breathy laugh, closing her own eyes. “This means you’re mine and I’m yours, but we can definitely go on another date.”