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@everwrote  /  ANA  :  SAID ❝ you remind me of myself when i was younger. ❞   TO OW VERSE LIAM

their head tilts up, they’re honored by the sentiment, how could they not be? ana amari is a legend, always have been, and the young vigilante can’t help but think back to the stories they grew up on about her. liam shifts, turning more towards the other. in herself she struggles to find anything that warrants the comparison, instead plainly asking, “how’s that?” 

[pink-sparkly-witch]

Just Like This

Summary: Working a second job in a bar to help pay for Sammy’s education, Dean finds a kindred spirit in bar manager Y/N. When a drunk Douchebag gets too handsy with her, Dean quickly jumps to her defence but faces harsh consequences.

Pairing: Bartender!Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Rating: Teen

Bingo Square: Getting Fired for @j3bingo

Warnings: tw: sexual assault (groping), fluff, angst, fighting, minor violence, Chuck is a complete and utter asshole in this, getting fired, quitting in solidarity, first kiss, friends to lovers

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Okay, it feels like an age since I’ve written anything that’s just pure floof. I hope you enjoy this fluffy, protective, besotted Dean fic. Please be kind. I’ve had my angst hat on for a long time, and though this was really refreshing, it’s also a little daunting!

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It wasn’t the best job in the world, but as part-time work went, Dean knew it could be a hell of a lot worse than this. He worked with his dad in the garage during the day and worked four nights a week and two shifts at the weekend in Shurley’s Sports Bar. His wages and tips went to his dad to help pay for Sammy’s education. Sure, the kid had a full ride to Stanford; however, he still needed to pay for accommodation after freshman year and the thousands of books he needed for his coursework. And at least this way, his dad didn’t put himself in an early grave by working all the hours God gave him. Lord knows he’d done enough of that when they were kids.

Shurley’s was a decent bar. It had a prime location between the University of Kansas campus and downtown, so it always has a steady stream of customers. It quietened during the summer when the students went home or on their travels, but the locals still made trade steady enough. The owner, Chuck, was a bit of a dick, but he barely showed his face around the place, and the other staff were decent, making it a great place to work.

“Hey, Dean,” Y/N said as she came out of the back office. Y/N was the bar manager and a great girl. They had a lot in common; both lost their mothers when they were young and looked after their younger siblings while their fathers worked three jobs to try and make ends meet. Y/N’d had to drop out of college when her father took unexpectedly sick, having to take care of him and her little sister. Now that her father had passed and her sister had a full ride to another prestigious college, Harvard, Y/N lived in the tiny apartment above the bakery where she worked four days a week and in the bar four nights a week and every Saturday night. The rest of the time, she studied part-time to finish her college education and sent every spare cent she had to her sister in Boston.

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiled at her. She was pretty, too, and Dean wasn’t afraid to admit that he had a massive crush on her. Not that anything would ever happen because she was her, and he was… well, he wasn’t good enough for a girl like that. “How are ya, sweetheart?”

“I’m good, Dean. How are you? Oh! Did you manage to get Sam’s apartment sorted?” Y/N asked, and he smiled that she’d remember such a thing.

“Yeah, it’s all good now. We managed to get the rest of the deposit together,” Dean said. “Thanks for the extra shifts, by the way.”

“Don’t mention it,” Y/N smiled. “I still can’t believe landlords can actually do that,” Y/N shook her head as she headed behind the bar and started filling the refrigerators with bottles of beer and wine to prepare for the busy Friday night shift.

“Yeah, us either. But it’s done, and he has somewhere to live,” Dean said as he put the last menus and condiment buckets on the tables. “What needs to be done next, boss?” he asked, smirking when Y/N chuckled. She hated being called that, but he seemed to be the only one she didn’t scold for it.

“I could use a hand changing over the barrels if you’ve got time?” she said, breaking up the cardboard that the bottles had been housed in.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” Dean headed into the storeroom and started shifting the beer barrels behind the bar as Y/N continued putting bottles in the fridges and replacing the almost empty spirit bottles with full ones to accommodate the busiest night of the year: Friday night football and Freshers Week.

The bar was packed with customers, the warm, sunny weather drawing even more of them in than usual, and of course, Chuck had decided tonight was a good night to show face and ‘help’, putting the staff on edge. Dean had gone with the head down and get on with it attitude, glad it was three deep at the bar so he had an excuse not to have to entertain Chuck for very long.

Y/N had been running around after Chuck all night, finding this paperwork and that invoice and the employee payroll for the past six weeks. Eventually, when he couldn’t possibly ask for anything more, she’d escaped the office, having brazenly told her boss that she was needed front of house to help serve customers.

“I swear,” she’d said as she tied her little black server’s apron around her waist, “It’s like he fucking knew tonight would be the busiest night but still came to check months old paperwork! God, that man is insufferable!”

It wasn’t often that Y/N showed her annoyance, and Dean couldn’t help but think it was cute. Though, admittedly, that could be his crush talking, her furrowed brow and tiny pout were adorable.

“What can I do to help?” he asked as she took her place behind the bar.

“I should be asking you that question!” she giggled. “What do you need me to do?”

“We could do with someone collecting and cleaning the empty glasses, if you wouldn’t mind?” he responded, smiling as she picked up a basket, cleaning spray, and a cloth before he’d finished his sentence.

“You got it,” she winked and headed onto the floor to clear and wipe the tables down. And that, Dean thought, is what makes a good boss. Someone who works with the team to achieve the same goal. Someone who isn’t afraid of stepping in to help by doing the most mundane tasks that are below their pay grade.

Y/N was a breath of fresh air for him in so many ways. She was bubbly and caring, and no matter what was thrown her way, she responded with an air of calmness and dignity that he admired.

“Hey, man. What can I get ya?” Dean asked the next patron, finally taking his eyes off the girl slowly taking over his every thought.

“Be careful,” Dean said as Y/N headed back onto the floor to clear more glasses and tables. “It’s getting rowdy out there. You know what those college boys can be like.”

“Thanks, Dean,” she smiled. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

He knew she would be. He’d seen her handling every kind of drunk customer. Still, he’d watch her closely because he was more worried than usual. The crowd tonight seemed even more enthused thanks to the local sports team playing. It still surprised him how often the female staff got touched inappropriately and had the most vulgar things said to them by too drunk and far too confident men. More than once Dean had had to step in and stop something from going too far, and he’d do it as many times as he needed to for Y/N or any of the other female staff.

Y/N managed to get around most of the bar unscathed, but there was a particularly boisterous table of men who only frequented the bar when the Chiefs played. Dean had been watching them all night because they seemed to have forgotten their age and tried to out-drink their much younger counterparts. They’d already run their mouths off to the bar staff, and now one of them in particular had their beady eye on Y/N as she moved from table to table, collecting empty glasses and bottles.

Swapping her tray out for an empty one, Y/N made her way over to their table, and the second she got close enough, the balding guy with the beady eye was quick to rear his hand back and smack her ass. Dean’s hackles rose, and he was on high alert as he watched her give the douchebag a piece of her mind. But he didn’t stop. Douchebag wrapped his arms around her waist and tried pulling her onto his lap. All the while, his douchebag little friends laughed and cheered him on like he’d won a fucking prize.

Dean saw red as he ran around the bar and strode purposely over to the group of middle-aged men amid a mid-life crisis and pulled Y/N from his hold, dragging her behind him to protect her.

“The lady told you to leave her alone. I suggest you do that,” Dean fumed, only getting angrier at Douchebag’s smirk.

“Oh, ladies and gentlemen, we have a jealous boyfriend trying to protect his girl! You know, if she were my girlfriend, I wouldn’t let her out the house wearing something so…” he paused as he leered up and down Y/N’s body, “revealing.”

“Listen, asshole, you don’t want to piss me off right now. Why don’t you and your buddies call it a night and go home? You’ve clearly had too much to drink, and we don’t take kindly to people assaulting our staff here,” Dean’s jaw was clenched, but he’d somehow managed to keep his voice steady.

“Sorry, man,” Douchebag smirked as he stood. “Just can’t help myself when I see a pretty girl showing off half her body like a Goddamn little tease. She’s asking for it, really.”

That was the last straw, and as Douchebag made one final (and unfortunately successful) attempt to get his hands on Y/N, Dean pulled his fist back and punched him square on the nose. The resounding crack as Dean broke the guy’s nose was satisfying, as were the synchronised grimacing ‘oohs’ that the audience this little corner of the bar had attracted.

“You broke my nose, asshole!” Douchebag spluttered. “I’m reporting you for assault!”

“You do that,” Y/N said, “and I’ll have you arrested, too. This whole bar and the CCTV saw you grope me twice and clearly saw me trying to get you off me! What he did,” she pointed at Dean, “was save me from being sexually assaulted!”

“Come on, man,” one of Douchebag’s friends said, patting him on the back. “Let’s get you to the hospital. It’s not worth it.”

“Damn straight it’s not!” Dean yelled. “Any way you spin this, he doesn’t win, so get the hell out and don’t come back!”

Tail between their legs, Douchebag and his friends left the bar. The second the door shut behind them, Dean was next to Y/N, checking her for injuries.

“I’m fine, Dean,” she insisted, but her eyes told a different story. The encounter had shaken her up, and Dean wanted to fix it, needed to fix it.

“No, sweetheart, you’re not. You’re–” Dean began but was interrupted by the shrill voice of Chuck.

“Winchester, my office, now! You too, Y/N.”

Seeing Y/N sitting beside him on the other side of the desk was strange. This was where she did all the paperwork, payroll, ordering, and invoicing, so to see Chuck on her chair was disconcerting. And not good.

“I don’t know what was going on out there–” Chuck began, and Dean scoffed in disbelief.

“You’re bar manager was sexually assaulted by a customer. That’s what happened!” Dean sat forward on his chair, raising his voice. He only calmed when Y/N placed her hand on his forearm.

Chuck pursed his lips at his outburst and continued speaking as if Dean hadn’t interrupted.

“I don’t know what happened, but whatever it was, sexual assault or not,” Chuck looked pointedly at Y/N before he continued. “It’s no excuse for my staff to behave violently.”

“You have got to be kidding me!” Dean fumed. “That… scumbag… touched her ass and her breasts and tried to force her into his lap! You see those bruises, right?” he asked as he pointed to the dark purple fingerprint marks on her arms.

“Inappropriate comments, slurs, even touching, is to be expected when you work in a bar–” Chuck was interrupted again, this time by Y/N.

“There are no touching policies in every strip club in the country for a reason, Chuck! You cannot expect it to be any different in a fratboy sports bar! No one should go to work expecting that being sexually assaulted is okay!”

“For God’s sake, Y/N! So what a guy touched your ass and tits! You should be flattered!”

“It was sexual assault, Chuck! That guy,” Y/N pointed behind her in the general direction of the bar, “touched me without permission, and I could have him charged! You too with how you’re behaving!”

“Oh, stop being so dramatic! I feel sorry for your boyfriend if this is how prudish you are!”

“Hey, that is–” Dean interjected, but Chuck kept talking.

“Dean, you’re fired. I cannot, and will not, allow a violent brute to work in my bar.”

“You can’t do that!” Y/N protested.

“Watch it, or you’ll be gone, too!” Chuck threatened, but Dean knew it was an empty one with her. He needed her too much. The bar would burn to the ground without her in charge.

“No need. I quit. Effective immediately. I cannot, and will not,” Y/N glared at Chuck as she repeated his words to him, “work in a place where I’m expected to be sexually harassed and assaulted and ignore it. I cannot, and will not, work for a man who fires a good person for helping someone in need.”

Standing, Y/N took off her apron and name tag and threw them on the desk. She unhooked the keys from her belt and pulled the cash box towards her, opening it and pulling out two brown envelopes, handing one to Dean and putting the other in her pocket. Once she’d locked the cash box, she tossed her keys down on the cheap metal desk with a satisfying clang.

“Really? You’re going to quit over him?” Chuck scoffed.

“Yes. Dean is worth a thousand shitty bar jobs like this one, and I’d choose him over any of them in a heartbeat,” Y/N said with her head held high. “I hope you know you’ve just lost your two best workers on the busiest night of the year. Come on, Dean. Let’s get out of this shithole.”

Dean didn’t protest. He stood up, smirked at Chuck because he just couldn’t help himself, and followed Y/N out of the bar and onto the street.

“Sweetheart, you didn’t need to do that. I’m a big boy, and I can look after myself,” Dean said after walking in silence for a few minutes.

“I know you can, and yes, I did. That was unfair and undeserved. Especially because it was my fault,” Y/N responded.

“Hey, don’t ever… it wasn’t your fault. Things like that are never the woman’s fault, you know that, right?” Dean couldn’t believe she’d ever think something like that would be her own doing.

“I know, but if I’d listened to you and let Marcus clear tables instead of me, none of this would’ve happened.”

“No. I won’t hear it. You didn’t ask to be groped by a balding douchebag going through a mid-life crisis, sweetheart. Don’t ever apologise for someone else’s wrongdoing,” he reassured her.

“So, what do we do now? We both kinda needed that job,” Y/N chuckled, but it held no humour.

“Well, I might know a guy who owns a wine bar downtown. A classy establishment, so the tips are better. And we’d be treated right,” Dean said, thinking of the bar Cas had tried to get him to work in for months.

“You have a buddy with a bar, and you chose to stay working in that shithole?” Y/N asked in disbelief. “Why? What would possess you to stay there? Willingly?”

“It wasn’t all bad,” Dean smirked. This wasn’t where he envisioned this conversation going–if it ever happened at all, that is–but the perfect opportunity had presented itself and he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t take it. “I got to see you almost every day.”

“Come on! You did not stay there for me!” Y/N scoffed, and Dean shrugged his shoulders, his lips tugging upwards in a shy smile.

“I did, actually. Can’t think of anyone better to spend so much time with.”

“Dean Winchester,” she grinned. “Are you flirting with me?” The teasing tone in her words was one he’d never heard before, and he liked it.

“Do you want me to be flirting with you?” he’d asked, needing to hear her say it before he did something stupid because he’d misread the signals.

“Yeah… I think I do,” Y/N giggled, stepping closer to him, bumping their arms together as they stepped in sync down the sidewalk.

“Yeah?” he asked, checking again because, quite frankly, she was her and he was him.

“Yeah.”

Dean stopped walking and gently grabbed her forearm to stop her from walking ahead. Feeling brave, Dean placed his hands on her cheeks and dipped his head, slowly lowering his lips to hers. Every inch closer he got, he switched his gaze between her lips and her eyes, making sure this was what she wanted.

When there was no hesitation and nowhere else to go, he closed his eyes and pressed his lips to hers. They were as soft as they always looked, softer even, and tasted as sweet as he’d imagined they would.

Y/N pressed herself closer to him with a low hum and slid her arms up his chest, resting one hand on his pec and the other curling around his neck. Dean licked her bottom lip, encouraging her to open her mouth and let him deepen their kiss.

He failed to hold back a groan when his tongue met hers, the feeling so much better than anything his mind could’ve conjured up. Dean couldn’t remember how long he’d wanted this, and now that it was happening, he knew he’d do whatever he could to keep her in his arms, just like this.

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PoliZ's WIP Update - 11 Sep 2024

Very slow writing week - had a lot going on IRL!  I touched three fics (3 new & 0 WIPs)  for a total  of  1385   words.   

On Ao3, I posted: 

  Chapter Seven (final chapter) of A Little Bit Carried Away - WinterIron No Powers omegaverse fic.     

Untangling Their Attraction -  WinterIron ficlet with a tiny touch of kink.  

On Tumblr I posted: 

Reconstruction - CA:CW Siberian Silo canon divergent ficlet (Bucky POV)

Finding Family Through the Years -  Bucky POV self-reflective drabble (passing WinterIron mention) 

I’m juggling  20+  active/semi-active WIPs with my current  deadline being the new WinterIron Gets It Done server bingo event  which runs til the end of September.  

See  below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc.  As always, feel free to send me   prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding  any of these projects  or any other WIPs I’ve got out there.   Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Tony Stark This or That  [TSTOT_24] (Ends 31 Aug 2024)

Still need to get my masterpost put together - got  four of the eight prompt choices done   

WinterIron Gets It Done Bingo [WIGID] (Ends 30 Sep 2024)

This new WinterIron Discord server event runs through the month of September and is a flash bingo where you choose one or more  five-square bingo strips to complete.  I’m targeting to get at least two strips done for a blackout - with a stretch goal of three - I’ve currently got 5 fills across two strips. 

* Classic_2 - Found Family -  Posted Finding Family Through the Years  to Tumblr on Sunday. It’s a  Bucky POV self-reflective drabble with a passing WinterIron mention.  

* Author_2 - 100 Word Drabble - see Classic 2 - Found Family above.  

Build-A-Bucky Bingo [BaBB_R1] (Ends 31 Oct 2024)

Another fun year-long  event from the folks at  @buckybarnesevents!  Each month there’s a list of prompts and you choose (at least) one  each month for your card!  At thirty-three  fills and two months to go, I seem to be going a bit overboard …. 😁

* May:  Bucky’s Trigger Words -  combined this with a previous  Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF251 Out There] for Just To Live One Day Out There - a Winter Soldier self-reflective ficlet. It came in at 312 words and will get posted to Ao3 Real Soon. 

* September: First Meeting - filling this with the upcoming Chapter Nine of  A Sugar-Coated Pill  where Bucky gets to meet Obadiah Stane.  Needless to say, he doesn’t get along with the older alpha.  I’ve got 307 words written and am targeting publishing by the end of the month.

* September: Feelings Denial - got inspired to work on a sequel to A Little Bit Carried Away -  looking at Bucky and Tony living together and where their relationship is starting to lead.  I have either a one-shot or first chapter of Carrying Things Forward drafted at 880 words; it crosses over with my  WIB  N4 - A/B/O: Mates and pJBB - C2_A1 - "There's nothing wrong with you."  squares.  Also targeting posting this by the end of the month.  

Flufftober 2024  [FlfT_24] (Runs 1-31 Oct)

This writing challenge hosted by @flufftober  runs for the month of October, but the prompt list has already been published, so you can get a jump start!  My goal is to write one fic a week that incorporates these prompts - here’s some possible crossovers - if there’s one that sounds really good - let me know! 

* 1. Lost Pet Meet Cute - crossover with  BBB C2 - Bonded animal?

* 5. Acorn, Chestnut, Pine Cone - crossover with TSB R2 - I love you 3000 or  R3 - AU: adventurers/explorers  for some Daddy & Morgan fluff? 

* 10. Bet, Game, Contest - crossover with BBB U5 - Secret Admirer?

* 11. Ingredients & Spells - crossover with TSB S3 - KINK: Aphrodisiacs? 

* 18. Bewitched - crossover with BBB B1 - Magic? 

* 22 - Heirloom - crossover with WIB G2 - Edwin Jarvis &  TSB T2 - Wedding -  A tie tack or cuff links that Tony gifts to Bucky as his ‘something old’? 

* 30. “Forever?” - this feels like a good match for WIB N4 - A/B/O: Mates  maybe the prequel to the wedding fic mentioned above? 

Whumptober 2024 [WmpT_24] (Runs 1-31 Oct)

This writing challenge hosted by @whumptpber  runs for the month of October, but the prompt list has already been published, so you can get a jump start!  My goal is to write two fics (whump isn’t normally my bag)   that incorporates these prompts - need to  explore more potential crossovers. 

* No. 2: TRUST ISSUES - Amusement Park | Role Reversal | “You got away with the crime while the knife’s in my back.”  – crossover with WIB  N5 - "I'm here for you."  and possibly pJBB - C2_B2 - Being there for someone after a traumatic event

WinterIron Bingo 2  [WIB_R2] (Ends 16 Dec 2024)

Signups are still open for pre-made cards for Round Two of this super-fun bingo event! I have eighteen  fills and zero WIPs at the moment - setting this aside for the moment, as I have other time-sensitive events going.  

* Iron Soldier (One Bingo, One Fill) - looking at combining my Column B prompts: Matchmaker, Bucky Riding Tony, Stark Gala, Inside Joke and Threesome.  Still working on a plot - if you have any suggestions/want-to-sees - let me know! 

* I3 - Car Sex -  Have a fun ficlet in mind for this - some of the dialogue & such already worked out in my head.  

* N1 - Hair Pulling Kink -  Finally posted Untangling Their Attraction  to Ao3 today. I combined this square with a fun prompt from @scottxlogan “Remembering the things their love interest often forgets, so they always have extra”. Tony’s thoughtfulness leads to mutual kink discovery (not as racy as it might sound).  It came in at 544 words.

* N2 - Mutual Pining - see HBS Week 13 above. 

* N4 - A/B/O: Mates -  see BaBB September:  Feelings Denial above. 

* N5 - "I'm here for you."  - Possibly the next chapter of  Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion ? ��

* O3 - Love Confession - Posted the final chapter of  A Little Bit Carried Away  last Friday. Pepper learns about the impulsive offer Tony made to Bucky after they spent the night together.   It came in at  1029 words and crossed over with TSB K3 - Pepper Potts, BBB C1 - Psychological torture   and my pJBB C1_A1 - "Promise me you won't get mad."  prompts.  

Bucky Barnes Bingo - Round Six [BBB - R6]  (Ends 31 Mar)

This amazing bingo event from the folks over at @buckybarnesbingo is back!  I have fifteen  fills with zero WIPs at the moment, but a couple  more crossovers planned. 

*  C1 - Psychological torture - see WIB O3 - Love Confession above. 

*  K2 - IMAGE: Bucky and Steve in Siberian silo hallway (CA:CW)  - Combined this with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt  [#FFF269 Living Weapon]  for  Reconstruction - a fix-it/canon divergent ficlet where Steve, Bucky and Tony team up instead of fighting.   It came in at 268 words and will get posted  to Ao3 before the event is over.   

* K4 - Last Times/Farewells - combined this with a previous  Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF257 Count The Days ] for  Short-Timing It - a pre-war (just barely) Bucky & Steve (Stucky if you squint) ficlet. It came in at 313 words and will get posted  to Ao3 before the event is over.   

Tony Stark Bingo - Mark VIII [TSB_R8]  (Ends 31 May)

This amazing bingo event from the folks over at @tonystarkbingo is back! Late signups will start next month if you want to join in on the fun!  I have  six  squares filled and two WIPs - I need to plan out more crossovers! 

* T1 - Watching Helplessly -  Posted Stranded Among the Stars  to Tumblr as a crossover with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF265 Galaxies Away]. It’s a Nebula & Tony ficlet set on the ship - it came in at 345 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event ends. 

* A5 - excessive - Used this towards the August Tony Stark Round Robin collaborative fic - Tony throws Bruce a birthday party and shenanigans ensure.  I’ll share the link once it gets posted. 

* R4 - Bartender - Got inspired by another song to start Some Other Beginning’s End - Tony’s a bartender dealing with an a-hole patron (Brock) and his just-broken-up-with boyfriend (Bucky).  It’s sitting at 1028  words and I plan to cross over with my  pJBB  C2_A2 - "You deserve someone who makes you happy."  square. I may try to squish a few other squares in before I’m done.  Targeting to post it on the 13th.  

* K3 - Pepper Potts -  see WIB O3 - Love Confession above

Hawkeyes Bingo [HB_R2] (Ends TBD) 

Working on this  Tumblr event - got a 3x3 card and am looking forward to creating more  Clint-centric content and trying my hand at a bit of  Kate Bishop fic as well!    

* A3 - Awkward Flirting – this might be a good entry into my first femslash fic with Kate/Yelena?    

* C1 - Magic -  Combined this with a previous Flash Fiction Friday prompt  [#FFF259 House of Cards]   for   Keep a Steady Hand.  Clint notices Bucky getting frustrated with a task and offers to help.  It came in at 632 words and will post to Ao3 possibly later this month.   

Post July Break Bingo 2024  [pJBB_24] (Ends 30 Jun 2025)

As I mentioned above, I requested two 2x3 cards for this  Discord-server only event from @julybreakbingo  – so if you want to join in the fun, let me know and I’ll try to get you an invite!  I have two fics posted & two WIPS  and need to figure out some more crossovers.

* C1_A1 - "Promise me you won't get mad." - see WIB O3 - Love Confessions above. 

* C2_A1 - "There's nothing wrong with you." - see BaBB: September: Feelings Denial above. 

* C2_A2 - "You deserve someone who makes you happy."  -  see TSB R4 - Bartender.  

* C2_B1 - Courting/courted in a different way than they're familiar with -  posted A Symbol of Devotion on Tumblr as a crossover with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF267 Gifted Violets] - a bit of Stony fluff with Tony  buying Steve little things for his apartment.   It came in at 374 words and will get posted to Ao3 before this event is over. 

Warm and Fluffy   Bingo  [WFB]   (no end date)

Eight fills on my card, courtesy of   @warmandfluffybingocards  - need to try for another crossover or two!

* I2 - Vulnerable Drunk - matched this up with a previous Flash Fiction Friday prompt of [#FFF258 Milky Way Dreams]  for Sweet Dreams and Flying Machines -  a MIT-era Tony & Rhodey ficlet, where a drunk Tony shares a childhood dream with his best friend.  It came in at 318 words and will get posted to Ao3 at some point.   

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[gctchell]

@damnedrainbows asked: 🤔🤔🤔 (and a sex canon for lucifer for his wifey)

FOR  EVERY   🤔  I’LL  POST  A  HEADCANON  ABOUT  OUR  MUSES.  ADD  A  +  FOR  A  SEXCANON. // 𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌

1) Listen, they have the ability to shapeshift. Lucifer's more masterful and has a much bigger variety of what he can become, but Lilith's selection is nothing to sneeze at, either. Combine this with the fact that they trigger silly moods in one another so easily and you got a goofy couple who both enjoy transforming into animals and running off on their own Creechure Adventures lmao. They can disappear for hours because they get so caught up in it, and if Charlie can't contact either of them, she can safely assume they're just off on one of their little Milo & Otis excursions.

Sweet Rings, have they been through some adventures. This ability in HELL of all places? Oh yeah, they've been in situations that get the heart racing and adrenaline pumping. Sometimes it's a nice day where they're literally re-enacting the damn Untitled Goose Game, sometimes it's a chaotic day where they are starring in their own Don Bluth feature film. Honestly, it's a great way for the Queen & King to keep connected to their domain. They see a lot of things when they're this tiny.

After Lilith came back home, it was Lucifer who got this ball rolling again after he shyly offered up the idea to his wife. Lilith was sick and she needed to get re-acquainted with the energies of Hell for her health, and what better way then skittering around together in creature form? They could not go as wild and far as they used to, but they still did it and they had fun, and it helped her a lot. Finally when she was better, they fell right back into this little hobby of theirs full-fledged.

It's good medicine for Lucifer, too. It gets him out and about, it's good for his head and helps ease the depression, and Lilith likes to keep that in check.

2) As the Hotel Parents(tm), they like to gather everyone together on Friday for a movie night every week. They insist upon it! They know it's a good bonding activity and that it's simply nice for everyone to coexist in the area for an hour or two in peace (for the most part).

On Tuesday, they take suggestions for movies and add it into a bingo cage to draw on Wednesday morning during breakfast. It's a fun little routine for the two of them, though they've had to deal with the process getting pranked or entirely thrown off course a time or two for someone who wanted to rig the results. Charlie loves the whole routine top to bottom - she is her parents kid.

3) Light sensitivity and overstimulation to it is something that Lilith is all hands-on-deck for taking care of, or at least providing relief for; the Queen of the Night hushes light sources - let them be electrical, magical, or flame-oriented, she extends her magic to snuff it out. If there is an instance where this is not ideal, or not possible, she creates dark barriers to shroud Lucifer for relief. They're cool and encapsulating, and he can walk anywhere with them. On the outside, it almost looks like a huge black egg with legs going for a walk.

It's not tangible, he can reach outside of it if he likes. It feels like pushing through a light stream of cold water.

🔞

Lilith is masterful in home crafts, and one of these skills branches into toiletries. They still shop for their favored brands, but she's made their own soap, lotions, shampoos, and conditioners for years to run alongside it. She had a lot of fun figuring out how to create bath bombs and went wild with it, and naturally, it did not take long for her to steep into the sensual side.

Lilih & Lucifer have their own private stock of these special bath bombs; there are combinations that heighten sensitivity, and then there are the really fun ones that they use quite often - the aphrodisiac bath bombs (encouraged to drop while in the bath for a better experience).

Pop them into the warm or hot water and they get to work; they fizz and spin with their lovely colors of red and magenta, black and white, all while gradually releasing more and more of the effect - it gets stronger the longer it goes on. Combine this with the steam, the heat, and the vapors of the water, and these two are going crazy with lust during bath time. They can get carried away. They might have broken a tub or four because of this lmao.

[cs-rylie]

My Fic List

A virtual bookshelf of my Captain Swan fics! Links are for ao3. You will find: Finished Works Unfinished Words Coming Soon

Some of these pics are.. bad. But I’ve grown in my art attempts, so I keep them to remind myself.. no matter where we start, we always have room to grow.

Finished Works:

Murphy’s Law - 28k words - 8 chapters Emma dreams about the first 6 seasons of OUAT, and then wakes up to the real world. Except now, weird shit keeps happening. 

Alternate Timeline - 143k words - 15 chapters AKA Captain Swan Kitchen Sink. Enchanted forest, no curse. This was basically a practice document. Test myself, see what I was capable of writing. There are some moments I am so very proud of.. and some that are cringe. 

Shipping Wars - 1620 words - OS Rewrite of Emma arriving in SB in a modern AU. No EF, no magick, no curse, yet canon events stay pretty similar. I meant to continue this, but I can’t bring myself to write Emma with anyone other than Killian, so it’s staying as is. (Belongs in Graveyard WIPS, last on the list.)

Time after Time - 1230 words - OS Another OS that I meant to turn into something bigger. This one is about 9/11 and nods to the real “man with the red bandana”. Never Forget.  (Belongs in Graveyard WIPS, last on the list.)

Regina’s Revenge - 32k words - 8 chapters (part one) A story about Regina dealing with Cora’s death, and what she could do to break Emma in revenge against Snow. Emma breaking is part two, and is in progress.

Collision - 367 words - OS Me attempting to write sad emotions, SF breakup. CS ideas on the back burner.  (extra chapters belong in Graveyard WIPS, last on the list.)

Pre-Wedding Scene - 569 words - OS Just a little snippet of Emma and Killian not meeting before their wedding. This led me to write Irish Betrothal.

Heat & Ice - 6k words - OS No curse AU, Emma finds herself in a frozen pickle, while Hook is struggling through the worst heatwave of his life. Opposites collide.

NYE One Shot - 1500 words - OS Just a little meet-cute. 

Unexpected Miracles - 558 words - OS Teeny-Tiny OS to help grieve a lost friend.

Unfinished Works: (less details until these are complete)

Irish Betrothal Emma realizes a few things about her life, and runs. Far, far away. It’s only by chance that the timing, and circumstances, lead her to a small town in Ireland, where Killian is figuring out his own life during a festival.. of love.. Where they still support strangers getting betrothed and married off like it’s 1825. Because.. why not?

Extras - Irish Betrothal Bonus content for IB.

Chaos (the unplanned pregnancy one) A one night stand. A coma. And two people who feel drawn to each other. What could possibly go wrong?

Connect the Prompts The CS story YOU, the reader, directs. Chapter one was a whim from a conversation, and the rest is reader guided. (And this is so. much. fun. to write!)

Virginity for Sale  At 17, Emma decides she’ll sell her virginity as soon as she’s legal..

Lost Memory Amnesia, witness protection, the fickle memory.. Emma doesn't even know her real name yet.

Smutcapades Um. The smutty one.. for practice purposes lol (prompts and criticism are welcome)

Graveyard WIPS I blame Muse for this. So, whenever I find a scrapped WIP, I'll post here.. because I have saves everywhere, and I can never bring myself to fully delete..

Coming soon to ao3:

Threads of Destiny - Coming  Aug. 3 Hurt/Comfort for Jrob64 So this starts with a bang and it just keeps going. Jrob64 gave me a bingo card of pain that I used to make a rough plot..

The Journal - Coming Aug. 10 My CSSNS ghost story fic for 2023! It all begins with a book lost to time A story unfinished, dying to be told

S1Cursed!Killian fic Now I have to decide if I’m going ahead with the chapter in Graveyard (that got a lot more love than I was expecting), or the story idea that put it in the Graveyard. Or both?

[pianostarinwonderland]

Character opinion bingo - Kalim and Grim

[From here!]

You know when I do ask games like these, I really should be better at actually answering them promptly .

Kalim

Omg look I got a bingo I can’t believe this 😳

Ok this will definitely raise a lot of questions 😂 Kalim? The sunshine boy of the fandom?? A horrible person????

Okay, Kalim is really precious. I would love to cherish him by carrying him in a handbag like a tiny dog. So why horrible person?

Well, truthfully my feelings regarding that is closer to “got done dirty by the fans” but when he’s praised as a sunshine boy, he never really got done dirty by the fans. 😂 It’s more like I think Kalim is more of an asshole than people may think.

Kalim tends to assume that something will make another person happy and will push them to do that something. A small example: him forcefeeding Grim with crackers because he thought that Grim would enjoy them. But Grim looks visibly sick of them. Then the biggest example is him with Jamil. He always thought that Jamil would be happier if he had less work to do, and he would try to lessen it (see: Kalim Lab SR and chapter 4 where Octavinelle does Jamil’s work for a day) but that’s not really it. It’s literally Jamil’s job to be his servant, and if he doesn’t do it, he’d be scolded by his parents and the Asim parents. Not to mention Kalim really doesn’t try to understand Jamil, he just assumes that what will make Jamil happier is to make his workload lighter.

Is it intentional of him to be mean? No, Kalim does have well meaning intentions. But is it an asshole move? Pretty much 🧍 it is inconsiderate to push someone to do something, especially when they don’t want to do it, just because you think it will make them happy. I think it gets even more frustrating because he’s such a smiley boy and people genuinely like the dude. If you get mad at him, chances are, his dorm mates get mad at you 💃 on that note, I think this also somehow answers the “they’re deeper than they seem” box

You know, I don’t know why, probably because Kalim is a dorm leader, but for a character whose chapter is concluded and the chapter after his is also concluded, I feel like he really hasn’t gotten enough screentime or lots of moments that really explores his character. Like, I know Twst’s story will continue after Diasomnia chapter of course, and we can expect more character development for the non OB boys from here on out. But right now, it really feels like Kalim is lacking in content, not in the way Trey and Cater don’t have much content because it feels right for them not to have much yet vs Kalim?? If that makes sense

Then lastly, the “nothing I like about them is technically canon” bit. I mean, I like Kalim’s character. He’s unique in the cast, he’s friendly, the boy means well. But the part I really like about him is his romance potential, which is technically not canon LMAO but I’ll be honest, I just shaded that box because I want a damn bingo hNGH

When I was writing these kiss hcs, I kinda mused on Kalim’s character a bit. And as I was writing, it was like . oh damn, he… wouldn’t really be the best lover. 💃

Oh don’t get me wrong, Kalim would be sweet. Gives you all the hugs and kisses, everything you want… well, maybe also things you don’t want that he thinks you want. But he’s actually pretty detached when you think about it. He’d give his treasures away, without thought or care. I mean, you could say rich people things. But this also reflects on his relationships with family. He doesn’t remember his siblings that much, we don’t know much about his parents (even from his bday story, which says something). So the interesting thing here is, maybe Kalim would be a sweet lover. But would he give you a happily ever after forever? Likely not 😎 and that’s what I really love to play with

Grim

What can I say? 😜 Grim is cute, Grim is a fluffy kibby, Grim can not do any wrong <3 he runs a gourmet club, best club ever. The best way to get to every person is through the stomach, Grim knows it so well 😩😩😩😩 Grim may be arrogant but with that floofy cute face, he’s just so so so cute 😭 he’s a baby, hold and protecc him, cherish the boi, love the kibby

… Okay in all seriousness 🤡 I think Grim is the one character that has made me cry, which is a feat considering barely anything makes me actually cry or shed a tear. Anything related to Grim, especially when it comes to the prologue boss?? Bruh it’s feels trip, I wanna fucking sob, I want Grim to be okay, I want my best kitty beside me again and go against the world together. No more Twst boys, only Grim

[khalixascorner]

A Debt Paid in Soul Pt 3

Summary: Tony fully intends to go to the Parker residence simply to claim his latest acquisition, one Peter Parker. When he finds out Peter is in fact his soul mate, things change in ways Tony couldn't have planned or expected. Not that he's complaining. Instead of just another worker for his clubs, he found a smart sexy omega that he's going to keep for the rest of their lives. This is an omegaverse hybrid mob au with a different bingo prompt per chapter.

Tags: Mafia AU, Mob Boss Tony Stark, Soul Bond, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Hybrid AU, Serval Peter, Black Tiger Tony, Dub-con first time, Soulbonds made them do it, Lots of spice and smut, Some fluff too, Dark Tony Stark, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Intersex Omegas, Tony is not a nice person, except to Peter, mention of sex work, Human Trafficking, In that tony makes people pay off debt while working for him, and some of those people work in sex clubs, Size Difference, Tiny Peter, Large Tony, Mild milk kink, Breeding Kink, Dom/sub Undertones, stuffing kink, Size Kink, Tony loves how huge his cock is and making Peter take it, Nipple Play, I don't know, theres lots of omegaverse typical sex tropes, eventual kidnapping and rescue,mild angst but always with a happy ending

Read on AO3 Here Part 1 Part 2 View Art Here And here And here

Special dedication to @shivanessa for her beautiful art. This chapter is posted early just for you.

Prompt fill G2- Sharing clothes

Peter wasn’t sure how much time had passed since he had learned that Tony Stark was his soul mate. Their bond had triggered a flash heat which had refused to be satiated with just a single time together. Instead, the need to consummate their bond had burned and itched for days, leaving them both exhausted in between knottings. Now, he just felt sticky and gross, covered in sweat and fluids he’d rather not think too hard about.

He moaned as everything ached. Peter knew he should get up, but his energy was far too drained.

“Hey there,” Sta- Tony said softly from besides him. The alpha had insisted he call him Tony and Peter was trying. “I have a nice warm bath ready if you think you can stay awake long enough.”

That got Peter to crack his eyes open, only to see his alpha smiling down at him with an amused look.

“Can’t walk,” Peter croaked, his throat drier than he expected.

“I’ll carry you and get you a drink while you soak,” Tony said, scooping him up without waiting for a response. Peter squeaked in surprise and clung tightly to the alpha as he was carried gently into a bathroom that was larger than his room back at May’s. “Here, just relax and let your body start to recover.”

Tony lowered him slowly into the water and Peter sighed in pleasure. The water was the perfect temperature, and the heat relaxed his sore body. His alpha brought him a glass of water and some snacks while he soaked, but otherwise, the other man left him alone.

Peter would have happily stayed in the warm water all day, but his soul mark started itching again. With a disgruntled huff, he drained the water and climbed out, grabbing a fluffy towel to dry with. He stepped back into the bedroom and began looking for clothes. Tony had left him some new stuff on the bed. The underwear were comfortable enough, but he balked at the shirts and fitted pants. Instead, he followed his instincts and dug through Tony’s clothes until he found a shirt that still smelled of the alpha. The shirt hung to his knees, hiding his tail, but it made the itching on his mark settle a little, so he didn’t care.

His musings were interrupted by his growling stomach, and Peter stretched one last time before wandering out of the bedroom. He hadn’t been very coherent the last time he came through, but it was easy to follow the smell of cooking bacon to the kitchen area.

*******

“Help yourself,” Tony called as he heard his mate come into the room, ears flicking briefly towards the sound before he refocused. He was carefully flipping pancakes while making more bacon and cooking eggs, so he didn’t actually look at his mate until he had pulled the last of it off the stove and plated it.

When he did turn, he froze as arousal coursed through him. His tiny mate was wearing one of his shirts that hadn’t been washed yet. It was huge on Peter, just emphasizing how tiny he really was and Tony’s mind immediately went to how that tiny body had looked taking his cock.

Peter whimpered, and Tony looked up to see his mate squirming in his seat, eyes wide and pupils blown with arousal in reaction to Tony’s. The alpha moved quickly, stepping around the island and caging Peter against it, his back pressed against Tony’s chest as the alpha ran his nose along Peter’s neck, nipping and licking at it. Peter moaned and tilted his head to give Tony better access.

Tony slid his hands under the shirt, running them up and down Peter’s chest, stopping to play with the omega’s nipples on each pass. He ground his cock against Peter, causing the omega to whine and arch into him while begging for more. Tony shoved the plates out of the way, uncaring of the mess, then lifted Peter onto the island, chest pressed flat against it and ass out with his tail flicking rapidly.

*******

Peter gasped as he was pushed chest first onto the island, the large shirt riding up even as Tony yanked his underwear down. He felt the alpha shift back, and then Peter moaned as Tony’s tongue was suddenly teasing him. The alpha’s beard was rough against his sensitive skin but his tongue more than made up for it, licking and nipping at his dangling cocklette and balls before sliding back to his wet cunt. One of the alpha’s hands played with the base of his tail, massaging the sensitive spot firmly while pulling the tail out of the way to give him clear access. Peter couldn’t stop the whine that slipped out even as he squirmed until Tony tightened his hold, finally causing his hips to still in anticipation. 

“Alpha, please, more,” Peter begged as Tony licked only around his entrance, leaving his inside aching and unfilled.

“Anything for you, ‘mega mine,” Tony said, giving Peter’s tail another firm pull even as he thrust his tongue straight into Peter’s wet cunt. Peter yelped then groaned, trying to push himself further onto Tony’s tongue.

Two fingers pressed in alongside his mate’s tongue, then three, his body already learning to take his alpha better with each time. The burning need consumed him again and Tony didn’t bother with a fourth finger. Peter felt his body lifted, and his hips positioned right at the edge of the island. Hands pulled stools over to prop his knees on, exposing his hole to Tony further as the alpha shoved his hard cock where his tongue had just been.

“Alphaaaaaa-” Peter groaned, one ache replacing another. “Alpha please, please.”

Tony pounded into him as Peter hands scrambled for purchase on the island, his nipples rubbing against the smooth cool marble in sharp contrast to the heat coming off of Tony behind him as the alpha took him again and again.

Abruptly, Tony pulled out and flipped Peter over, thrusting back in again before Peter could even complain about the interruption. He threw his head back and moaned at the new angle. The shirt fell back down, pooling around his cocklette and rubbing the sensitive area with each thrust.

“Hold the shirt up for me, baby,” Tony commanded.

Peter grabbed the edges and lifted it up, feeling suddenly shy like it was some sort of peep show. He had it just over his belly button when he stopped, not sure how far Tony wanted to see.

“While your cocklette is very cute baby, I want to see those rosy buds of yours too,” Tony said, one of his hands reaching down to gently fondle Peter’s cocklette. “Come on, baby, pull it up nice and high for me to see.”

Peter blushed but did as Tony asked, pulling the huge shirt up until his nipples were showing. Tony wasted no time in bending over to take one in his mouth while the hand on his cocklette slid up to tease the other. Peter whimpered as the alpha rolled one nipple between his fingers even as his mouth sucked and pulled.

“Can’t wait to see these things fill up when you’re heavy with our pups,” Tony practically growled. “Going to breed you like the good little omega you are. Watch you waddle into the lab or the board room knowing I fucked those pups into you. And when your tits start to leak, I’ll lick it up for you while sitting you on my cock.”

Peter whined, his cocklette harder than ever at the alpha’s words and his cunt clenching tight around the alpha’s cock.

“Oh, you like the sound of that? Knew my little omega would be such a good slut for me, taking my cock everywhere,” Tony said, biting down on one of Peter’s nipples. “I’m going to have the sexiest, smartest omega in the room, but you’ll still let me fuck you and suck you whenever I want, won’t you. Because our soul mark even says so. My collar on your neck always.”

Peter cried out as he came so hard his vision briefly whited out. When he came back to himself, it was to his and Tony’s harsh pants, the alpha’s fat knot locked inside pumping another load deep into him.

*****

“Fuck, kid, you’re gonna drive me into the ground if this keeps up,” Tony muttered, though it didn’t stop him from nibbling at Peter’s mating mark and nuzzling him. “I can’t run my businesses if I can’t keep my hands off of you. And if we ever have pups, I’m going to be screwed worse.”

“If?” Peter asked hesitantly as his ears fell flat against his head. Tony quickly pulled the omega in close at the smell of anxiety coming off of him.

“Hey, no, no worrying about that,” Tony said soothingly, gently petting the spot behind the ears. “It’s definitely if, as in if you want them and are willing to carry them. I would never force you to, Peter. Never.”

Peter sagged against him, ears perking back up and cheeks turning a delightful pink as the omega seemed to consider it.

“And the rest?” Peter finally asked.

“You mean sucking your tits at work after watching you be the amazing omega I know you will be?” Tony asked, and Peter nodded shyly.

“Baby, I don’t know if you noticed, but I literally can’t keep my hands off of you,” Tony said with a chuckle. “I’ll take you anywhere you’ll let me.”

“Insatiable alpha,” Peter scolded, though it didn’t have much weight given the pretty little blush on his cheeks and the way he squirmed on Tony’s knot.

“And you’re my cute little omega,” Tony teased back. “Now, breakfast. Pretty sure I didn’t knock all of it on the floor, and I don’t know about you but I’m starving. Keeping up with a young omega is harder than it looks.”

“You could just practice self restraint,” Peter pointed out, and Tony laughed. Neither of them seemed very good at it currently. Their bond mark still burned and itched despite their long heat together.

“Don’t worry, kitten, I’ll carry you everywhere if you still can’t walk,” Tony assured him even as he lifted Peter off the counter. The larger alpha carried them down the island to one of the seats where the plates had managed to survive and settled on one of the stools carefully. Then he grabbed a piece of bacon and offered it to Peter.

Peter nibbled at it gently before grabbing a piece of pancake and turning to offer it to the alpha in return. It was surprisingly intimate, and Peter blushed a little each time he had a new offering for Tony. The alpha was gently as well, though he’d occasionally lick or nibble at Peter’s fingers when taking a bite, making Peter groan and wiggle on the knot still buried deep inside him.

By the time they were both done, the knot had finally started to soften. Rather than let him off, Tony leaned in and captured Peter’s lips in a soft kiss. Warm lips pressed gently against his even as Tony rocked his cock into Peter slowly. When Peter gasped, the alpha deepened the kiss, but kept the slow pace, building the bonfire between them more slowly this time.

Peter rocked in time with Tony’s thrusts, clinging tightly to him as they kissed. It felt like they were baring their very souls to each other. There was no harsh fucking, just their arms around each other and a softness Tony hadn’t realized he still had inside of him. When they both finally came again, something felt like it finally clicked in place.

“I know it sounds crazy to say already, but I love you, Peter,” Tony whispered to him as he internally committed to being all in with his mate. “I’m not a good man and being around me will always be dangerous, but I love you and I will do everything in my power to keep you happy, healthy, and safe. You have my word.”

“I- I love you too,” Peter whispered back. “And sometimes, I might get scared and do the wrong thing but I just want to be at your side. You’re my soul mate and I dreamed of meeting you. You’re not who I expected but I don’t think the universe is wrong, so I won’t betray you or leave. I’m here to stay.”

Tony wasn’t sure what it said about them, that a blood stained mob boss was the soul mate of such a pure gentle soul. Maybe Peter had all of the good parts of their soul, while Tony carried the darkness. Maybe there was more to Peter than he was seeing, or maybe even more to himself, but one thing was certain. They both were all in, and Tony hadn’t realized until that moment what he was missing, not having the other half of his soul.

[henrys-little-princess]

Play With My Hair?

hi darlings!! here is my second fic for my 100 followers celebration bingo!! this one is for august walker and I'm sorry it took so long to get out but here it is!!

i actually ended up getting two of the same requests for this one lol! (ig we are all on the same page here) -xo poppet :)

august walker x female!anxious!reader, rated g!

warnings: anxiety and implications that someone is after the reader and august

word count: 1.1k

tag list: @thereisa8ella @myloveforhenrycavill @lharrietg @little-brattyangel

August paced around the tiny safe house again and again, each pass causing your stomach to churn a little more. He wouldn't tell you why you were both there. He hadn't said much of anything actually. Aside from storming into your shared room this morning and saying in a clipped tone that you needed to pack essentials as quickly as possible because a plane would be there in fifteen minutes to take you to a more secure location, you had no idea what was going on.

You knew that you probably didn't have clearance to know what was happening, or that August was just hiding it for your own safety, but you would have appreciated knowing what was happening.

Clearly whatever it was was distressing August greatly. You just wanted him to sit down and take a breath, this much stress could not be good for him. There had been a frown etched permanently in his usually smooth brow since this morning when he'd told you to start packing.

"August," you called.

He showed no sign of hearing you, too trapped in his own head. His hands were clasped behind his back, ever the smart looking gentlemen, even when he was stressed.

"Auggie," you called a little more loudly this time. But not even the nickname that he usually griped about to no end made him break his concentration.

You felt tears begin to cling to your Y/E/C eyes. What was going on? Why were the two of you there? Was someone looking for you? Were you going to die?

"August," you choked out around a half sob.

Hearing the emotion in your voice was finally what snapped him out of his concentration and his head whipped up to look at yours, the hard lines in his face softening when he saw how scared you looked.

"What is it, sweetness?" he asked, his voice low and concerned. You loved that you were the only person he dropped his hard exterior for. It made you feel special.

"What's happening?" you asked in a small voice.

"You know I can't tell you that," he sighed, placing one of his strong hands on your arm. You noticed for the first time that his tie was hanging loosely around his neck and the top button of his shirt was undone. That was completely unlike him. Usually he was immaculately put together, even in the most tense of situations. Your stomach did another flip.

"But-" your voice cracked and suddenly there were tears running down your face. August immediately squished next to you on the chair you were sitting on, his large body half hanging off of it awkwardly as he hugged you to his chest, placing his chin on top of your head as you sobbed into his shoulder.

"It's okay," he murmured. "The both of us are gonna be just fine, sweetness. It's only for a few days and then we can go home."

You nodded into his thick shoulder, clutching at his dress shirt. You were aware that you were wrinkling it and that he was going to probably be annoyed about that later, but that didn't matter right now.

"We're not- not gonna die?" you hiccuped against him.

"No, sweetness," he said calmly, his tone almost resigned. "And you know I'll protect you."

He pulled away from you, but still kept his hand on your arm. You knew that August wasn't the best at showing comfort or emotions, but he did try. And usually what he did offer was enough, but not today. Not when you were still terrified out of your mind and he had gone back to pacing across the terribly worn carpet.

Needing to do something with your hands, you walked over to your small suitcase and opened it, taking out everything that you had packed and refolding and reorganizing it as you tried desperately not to cry again. August was holding it together. You could too.

Although admittedly, he was trained for these situations. You were not.

You made your way through your own suitcase and went over to the small bed in the corner. You pulled off the bedding and put it back on, still looking for a way to release your nervous energy. As you put the blankets back on the bed you noticed that it was really a small bed, smaller than you had initially thought. You and August would definitely be cuddling tonight. Although given the circumstances you thought that that might be a good thing.

You heard August walk up behind you just as you finished. You heard him fidget for a moment before he spoke.

"Are you alright, Y/N?"

"Yeah," you lied, still not looking at him. "Why?"

"You only organize like this when you get nervous," he said, placing a strong hand on your arm.

You were silent as you fought down your tears again. August didn't need to be worrying about you when he was thinking about both of your safety. You didn't even know what threat you two were up against.

"What do you need?" He asked softly.

"I know you're a hard ass, but could you play with my hair?" the words tumbled out of your mouth unprompted and you slapped your hand over your mouth reflexively. You couldn't believe that you had actually just said that!

August laughed though. A wonderful, musical sound that you didn't hear often enough and one that felt wildly out of place in the tiny, outdated safe house. It calmed your nerves immediately. "Of course I can, sweetness," he said softly, his hand already coming up to tangle in the strands and he guided you over to the bed.

He pulled you against him, so that your head was huddled against his chest instead of resting on the lumpy mattress. His long fingers worked through your hair tentatively, still shy even after all the years you'd been together.

He kept running his hand through your hair in an almost repetitive motion, careful not to cause too many knots as the tips of his fingernails scratched at your scalp.

You had just begun to fully calm down, your breathing slowing to match his when he spoke up.

"Am I doing it right?" he asked sheepishly. You weren't looking at his face but you could imagine the cute way that his mustache was stretching as he smiled.

"Yeah, Auggie. You are," you giggled at his uncertainty. God, he was so cute sometimes.

"Don't laugh at me," he grumbled. "I've never done this before!"

"Well good thing we're working on that now, huh Auggie?" you giggled again.

"And don't call me that!" he groaned. "I'm too much of a hard ass for a nickname like that."

"A hard ass that plays with his girlfriend's hair," you mused. Your banter had made you forget the situation at hand. It was just you and August.

"I might be a hard ass," he laughed. "But I'm never too much of a hard ass to play with your hair."

[dump-o-whump]

Bug — 5.5: Countryside

this is gonna be fun<3 (also @augustwritingchallenge)

content: tiny/fairy whumpee, lady whump, defiant whumpee, fairy collector/hunter whumper, begging, failed escape attempt

•

The countryside is calm.

At least, that’s what most people think. They think of tranquil walks through forests, quaint little cottages tucked away from society, adorable free-range farms.

Aria doesn’t think of that. She thinks of freedom.

The next time Mr Adams unpinned her, she didn’t bolt. She neatly sat herself in the jar and smiled obediently up at him. She had a plan, a plan that relied on her having his complete trust. So she had to play the long game and be good.

He grinned, clearly none the wiser.

“Ah, so you’ve finally decided to start behaving yourself, have you?” He cooed as he brought her to his face, so close his breathing clouded the glass. Aria stood up and pressed her hands against the side of the jar, nodding gently and smiling radiantly.

Yes, she muttered. He didn’t react — he never reacted when she spoke, no matter what she said — but she didn’t mind. As long as he knew she agreed, she was happy.

“Maybe I should take you outside again.” He mused. Bingo. “I do want you to see the outside world, of course. Even bugs like you deserve it.”

Aria gritted her teeth at that. I’m not a goddamn bug, and if you call me that again I swear to god I’m actually gonna—

She took a deep breath in. Stay calm. It’ll all be worth it in the end.

Aria nodded quickly and sat down again, forcing herself to look surprised at the notion. Mr Adams looked her up and down with his giant eyes before nodding to himself.

“You seem enthusiastic,” He muttered, “Don’t get any escape ideas, though. It doesn’t take much for me to crush you, and it would be damn fun.”

She shook her head aggressively. No, you don’t have to do that, don’t worry! You won’t have to do that, I promise. She shouted it, but she didn’t mean a word. Her escape plans didn’t stop for a second. She wanted her freedom more than anything, and she was ready to do anything to get it.

It’d only been a few weeks with this nut job and she was already desperate to leave. She hated him. She hated his stupid voice, his stupid punishments, his stupid games. She hated more than anything that she was scared of him. He had hurt her, but he was a human. Her village was right — humans were the worst thing ever.

“Well then. Let’s go, shall we?”

She nodded and tried to conceal how pathetic she felt. Just like every time, he smiled and believed her false enthusiasm. It was kinda funny. That lifted her spirits slightly.

He carried her across the room, walking gently and slowly to make sure she wasn’t hurt. Despite it all, he was always considerate like that — when he wasn’t torturing her or threatening to rip her wings off, he was kind and thoughtful. Another thing she hated about him.

“I’m going to take you outside now. We’re in the countryside, so they’ll be lots of space for you to fly about. But, if f you try to escape, I will catch you, and I will make you regret it.”

Alright, I get it, don’t rub it in. She muttered.

The door opened, warm light cascaded in, and Aria grinned. She could see a forest. It wasn’t hers, sure, but it was an opportunity. Once she was out there, she was basically home. All she needed was a distraction.

“Now.” Mr Adams said, grinning, “Have fun.”

He unscrewed the lid of the jar and Aria immediately shot out. She flew around his head, stretching her wings and getting out all of her bottled-up excitement. He laughed quietly as he watched her.

Thank you! She smiled. The hatred for him that she pumped herself full of was starting to dissipate. Sure, he hurt her a lot, but now he was giving her a taste of freedom. That definitely isn’t the worst treatment.

“Oh, would you look at that. Time’s up.”

Before she could process what was happening, Aria saw Mr Adams’ hand reaching for her wings. She squealed in anticipation for the pain. Fight or flight kicked in, and she chose flight. It was now or never.

She bolted herself forward and as far away from him as she could get. He screamed something, running after her, but he was no match for her speed. She felt herself grinning wildly as she felt the wind rushing through her hair and saw herself getting closer to true freedom.

Then, it all stopped.

She felt herself falling, falling, falling towards the ground.

Something had hit her.

She fell hard. Her wings didn’t work, no matter how hard or desperately she beat them, so she didn’t stop until she hit the grass. In her peripheral vision, she saw Mr Adams rushing over to her. His face was red and his eyes were wide with rage. Terror coursed through her. She was paralysed, whether it was in fear or because of the projectile she couldn’t tell. She could feel everything and nothing.

No, no, no. I’m so close. Please, I got so close.

Mr Adams panted as he scooped her crumbled body up, sneering over her as she pleaded with broken lungs. “Got you.”

•

this is also very bad because i’m writing it at 12:57am :)

taglist: @whumpsday

[feelingofcontent]

DNP Rewatch: FIRST LONDON APARTMENT TOUR!!1!

Date video was published: 04/05/2013 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 175

Apartment tour! This was another of the videos people voted on at the end of  DAN IS ON FIRE. This is going to be a long one.

0:02 - Dan does not look so thrilled about this, haha. And sarcastic Dan is out in full force.

0:25 - “I like watching other YouTubers doing it.” Still true!

0:50 - “but lonelier, because no one’s helping me.” 🙁 Dan’s filming this while Phil is still in Florida with his family.

0:58 - SO MANY stairs

1:08 - why do they have multiple rubber ducks!? lol. Including the huge one they still have in PINOF10.

1:20 - I love that he’s shooting from the same angle that Phil did in  TOILET TAG (although that’s probably the only option in that tiny room)

1:27 - at least Dan offers a bit more explanation for the poster than Phil did!

1:46 - ahhhhh, so messy! I don’t deal well with mess like that.

2:04 - everyone needs a good place to just lay down on the floor. (Also, John Green book in the background!)

2:19 - Bryony painted them that fish painting when they first moved to London! (*1)

2:20 - future gaming room! The little chest of drawers was what was originally in Phil’s room before he got the new dresser, first in INNUENDO BINGO 2!

2:22 - lol at the giraffe sex image on the computer for some reason

2:24 - it’s Dan’s “paint me like a French girl” pose 😂

2:25 - that’s not sooo messy

2:31 - Little items in the lounge: Hulk & Iron Man pictures (now in a new home!); Japanese robot poster (this eventually ends up in Phil’s bedroom after they get the pixel mirror); Muse poster from the first concert they went to together in 2010. (I’m sure this is in the forever home somewhere and 😭.); True Blood drinks (Dan bought them these back in October 2011) and little robot figure; Colored string balls (*2), Pacman ghost, Mario cube; Tetris lamp; Pacman ghost lamp; Supernote trophy (for winning that contest)

2:46 - The start of the sofa crease!

2:56 - so many DVDs! I like that they’re alphabetized.

2:58 - the little Calcifer from Howl’s Moving Castle. (Also, foreshadowing of later gas leak...yikes.)

3:15 - that glass door really is a weird choice from whoever designed that apartment. What purpose could it possibly serve?

3:27 - Phil’s not the only one sneaking cereal, apparently 😊

3:38 - oh this bit; sure Dan, totally believable. (There’s that Lester family photo (*3) on the dresser though.)

3:47 - Dan piano playing is my favorite

3:51 - he’s rearranged and got a larger version of that one wirrow art since the last time he filmed his bedroom in Human Interaction.

3:52 - Some of Dan’s books - he must like The Edge Chronicles series (*4)

3:54 - Dan’s childhood bear (*5)! 🥺 And I kinda love that lightbulb lamp. But I hate the teddy bear lamp for some reason.

3:55 - that laser pod must have been the red lights I was confused about in List of reasons why I'm an awful Human Being

3:56 - the butt chair (*6)! Also, obsessed with him having the Tonberry, “hell demon,” and Pickachu plushies there together. 😭

3:57 - More bedroom items: love the amber lamp; more wirrow art (*7); seaweed tree; cologne (*8); the stylophone (from Phil); dice; Guild Wars concept art; the secret box! (*9)

4:13 - the parallel with the zoom-in on the butt chair to Why Dan had to call an Ambulance. Too much.

4:16 - that is a lot of Guild Wars stuff

4:26 - he’s also gotten new/nicer bedroom furniture that we hadn’t seen yet!

4:39 - “not much of that going on at the moment in here.” 👀👀 I am deceased. Phil is away in Florida, so...

4:53 - we really didn’t need to know, lol

5:30 - yeah, I can’t imagine trying to film in uni halls, but Phil did it a lot!

I am obsessed with how many of the things from this video we’ve already seen that they still have in the forever home. 🥺 I’ve numbered them above with (*#) and matched the numbers below.

[arachnidiots-a]

@everwrote  /  ALEX  :  SAID “ you know, i reckon our bond is definitely strong enough to endure whatever it is that you need to get off your chest. “  // TO PETER

sitting hunched over, he takes a couple more deep breaths, weighing the heavy choice before him— the truth of spider-man. the silence is thick between them. the gears are racing in thought. he can tell alex, he can tell anybody TECHNICALLY, but he’s been down that road before. it was miserable, and those around him suffered just as much. how could he put anyone else through that?

peter values how little he’s managed to collect. despite the rough adjustment to total independence, he’s managed to scrape by and find a select few who he can feel he doesn’t have to keep at complete bay. alex included. he shook off the impulse. leaning backwards to rest on his elbows, “just work, y’know?”

[wiypt-writes]

Riding On

Ch22: Driftwood

Summary: It’s Mary’s birthday and for the first time ever she requests a party. Meanwhile, Evelyn makes a decision and Frank isn’t entirely sure how he feels about it.

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

Pairing: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

A/N: I have to a huge thanks to @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ for her input here! Have a biscuit, Ambi...

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

Riding On Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 21

 May 2020

“So this,” Frank held up the item in his hand, showing it to Alex, “is a fuel pipe. Without this the engine gets no food. Something you should be able to relate to.”

Alex’s response was another loud gabble as he looked at his dad from his vantage point, sat in his little bouncer which placed on the deck of the boat to Frank’s left. 

“Exactly, no food, no go.” Frank nodded, as he reached into the space, ducking down to get a closer look. He clamped the line into place before he shuffled out and stood up, grabbing a rag to wipe his hands on as Alex peered up at him, his arms and legs waggling as he gave another shriek. “Yup, I reckon you’re right, Son. Time to give it a try.”

Checking that his hands and arms were clean enough, he unclipped Alex’s straps and gently placed him on his hip as he strode to the front of the boat, jangling the keys in his spare hand. Alex reached for them, making a cooing noise of interest and for a moment Frank let the baby curl his hand round the metal before hastily moving them away as Alex went to shove them in his mouth. As the baby let out a noise of protest, Frank jiggled him a little before successfully distracting him by holding him up above his head, bringing him down quickly to blow a raspberry on his cheek.  With his son held safely against him with one arm, he stuck the keys in the ignition with his other and gave them a turn, letting out a triumphant noise as the engine fired up.

“I am a genius.” Frank looked down at Alex who beamed back, shrieking and Frank chuckled, kissing the tiny boy’s rosy cheek before he turned the key to cut the engine.

“You got it working, I see!”

Frank turned to see Fliss’ head appear over the side of the boat as she climbed the small set of ladders by the side and he grinned as she hopped onto the deck.

“Yup. Fuel line was blocked. Replaced it and bingo.” He dropped a kiss to her cheek as she gently brushed her hand over Alex’s head as he was now fisting his little hands into Frank’s rather grubby t-shirt. “He helped.”

“That right? You been helping your Daddy, Bean?” She beamed and Alex let out another string of nonsensical babble and she grinned, before she looked at Frank. “You’re filthy.”

Frank looked at his T-shirt before he bit his lip. “Shit, I didn’t realise. Here.” He made to pass Alex over but Fliss shook her head, frowning.

“Frank, it’s a bit of dirt, not like he’s eating it is he?” She looked at him, before she smirked. “Besides, that’s not why I mentioned it.”

Frank arched his eyebrow as she bit her lip, scanning him up and down, her eyes lingering on his tatty jeans for a second before she shook her head and looked back at his face.

“Down girl.” He quipped and she laughed.

“I’m just gonna sort his dinner, want me to take him?”

“Yeah, I’m done out here for the night.” Frank looked at her, passing Alex over. “I’ll just lock the garage up and be right in. You riding tonight?”

“No, I snuck in a quick one at lunchtime on Cap. Alex was down for his nap so I took advantage, parked him in the office and left him to it. Slept right through.”

“Yeah, we kinda lucked out a little with him there didn’t we?” Frank smiled. “He’s nothing like Mary, she was a pain in the ass to get to sleep. Still is.”

“Well, with a bit of luck he’ll go down easy tonight.” Fliss smiled, before she looked at Frank, a dirty little grin on her face. “Then so can you.”

“Oooh, Miss Gallagher you filthy, little minx.” Frank’s mouth curled up at one side as she laughed before she stood on her toes to give him a quick kiss.

“Glad to see you’re no longer cranky, Frankie.”

“I was not cranky.”

“Sailor, you exploded at Mary when she knocked a glass of water over.” Fliss looked at him, her face soft. “I’ve never seen you blow like that, Baby. Not over something so trivial.”

“In my defense, I had told her three times to stop messing around.”

“I know.” Fliss cocked her head to one side. “Just isn’t like you, that’s all.”

Frank dropped his head, letting out a heavy sigh, he knew shew as right. Work had really been stressing him out recently and unfortunately he’d taken it out on the very people he didn’t want to.

“I’m sorry.” He wrinkled his nose and Fliss shook her head.

“It’s fine, no lasting harm done.” With that she kissed him again and Frank’s hand giving her ass a quick squeeze as she turned to leave.

“Hey, can you manage?” He asked as he watched her grip the side of the steps in one hand, Alex held in her other arm.

“Yeah, I got it.” She made her way slowly down, before hitting the floor of the garage. “Don’t be too long, Sailor.”

“Like I said, locking up and be right in.” He smiled, watching her make her way out, chatting away to Alex as she went, Thor trotting at her heels.

Frank climbed down himself and then checked around the garage and workshop area, making sure his power tools were locked away before his eyes fell over the little shelf he’d made out of a piece of driftwood as a surprise for Fliss. She’d picked up Heidi’s ashes a week ago, which had been another tearful morning as she’d broken down again when she’d picked up the sleek, mahogany box with her beloved mare’s name engraved on the lid. The box was currently sat on her desk in the office at the stables, Fliss saying she didn’t really want it in the house as the yard had been Heidi’s home so she needed to be there. Later that evening, Frank and Mary had taken Thor down to the beach to collect some driftwood for their fire pit and they’d stumbled upon a particularly large, gnarled piece. Frank had instantly been struck with the idea to craft it into a shelf for Fliss, thinking it would make a nice feature upon which she could lay Heidi to rest for good, and the finished article was quite nice, even if he did say so himself. He’d managed to keep the character of it nicely, the edges remained rustic and the entire thing had come up beautifully when he’d applied the final coat of varnish the previous evening.

The builders had been there all afternoon, marking out the areas where the expansion to the yard was due to start on Monday, so he supposed tonight was as good a time as any to give it to her, to apologise for being so bad tempered over the last few weeks, and celebrate the launch of a new opportunity for her business in one go. He could put it up for her tomorrow when she decided where she wanted it to go. Tucking it under one arm, he stepped out of the garage, pulled the up and over door down before locking it and heading into the house.

Fliss was currently warming something up for Alex to eat and she turned to face him, frowning as she saw the shelf under his arm.

“What’s that?” She asked.

“It’s a shelf.” He smiled, setting it down on the kitchen island.

“Frank, it’s gorgeous!” Fliss smiled, her fingers trailing over the surface of it. “Did you make it?”

“I did.” He nodded. “Out of a piece of driftwood. I thought it would look nice in your office, somewhere for you to put Heidi.”

At his words she stilled, her head shooting up to look at him and she blinked as her eyes welled with tears. She glanced back down, before she looked up at him, and gave him a huge smile. “Oh, Frankie. I love it. Thank you so much.”

Frank smiled and opened his arms, and she moved round to fall into them, resting her cheek on his shirt. His large hands gently rubbed at her back as she sniffed and he dropped a kiss to her head. “You’re welcome, Sweetheart.”

“You’re so thoughtful.” She let out a little choked sob and Frank chuckled.

“I try.” He looked down, his hands cupping her face as he wiped away her tears, dropping a kiss to her lips. “If you decide where you want it I’ll put it up for you tomorrow.”

“I already know exactly where it’s going.” She smiled. “Could you move the one above my desk to the back wall and put that in its place? I want her right up there where she’s in prime position.”

“Sure, not a problem.” He assured her, giving her another kiss. “Was Mary okay when you dropped her at Roberta’s? She wasn’t upset or-“

“Upset, no. Raging about you being a, and I quote, ‘miserable, bad-tempered douchebag’, yes.”

Frank snorted and took a deep breath. “I’ll apologise tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry about it, I told her to cut you some slack. She gets it. I said you’d pick her up on the way back from the airport tomorrow morning. Everyone will be arriving for her party at one so she needs to be back here by at least midday. Roberta said she’d come too, give us a hand setting up.”

“Is there much to set up?” Frank asked. “I mean there’s only five of them coming.”

“Seven if you count the twins.” Fliss corrected. “But no, not really. Food is simple, just need to throw it on the grill. Mum’s got the cake done, snacks are sorted…just a case of setting the table outside and the music and stuff.”

“You know I think she’s more excited for the party than she was for her actual birthday.” Frank mused as Fliss pulled Alex’s dinner out of the microwave.

“Well, it’s her first party.” Fliss smiled, giving the cauliflower and haddock puree a stir.

“Yeah, I never thought I’d see the day she asked for one.” Frank continued to ponder, taking the dish that Fliss handed him, before he pulled a face looking at it. “This looks disgusting.”

“Well I’m not asking you to eat it.” Fliss narrowed her eyes at him and Frank raised his eyebrows.

“Good job.”

“Keep talking, Sailor and you’ll be wearing it.”

He gave a laugh, before he moved and sat down on the stool next to Alex’s high chair as the baby made grabby hands for the dish, noises of approval escaping his mouth as Frank held out the first spoonful to him. Fliss watched them for a moment before she smiled, and moved behind Frank, dropping a kiss to his cheek.

“I’ll ring our order through for dinner, you fancy Thai or Italian tonight?”

“You choose.” Frank replied, his concentration fully on feeding his son and Fliss squeezed his shoulders, before she picked up her phone and rang the Thai place, knowing full well Frank would prefer that, even though she was in the mood for Italian.

*****

For the first time in weeks, Frank felt fully relaxed that evening. He wasn’t going into the shop that weekend, having put his foot down and said not a chance given it was Mary’s party. They’d eaten a fabulous take-out, drank a few beers and now they were sat together in his favourite place, outside in their garden around the fire pit, under the stars whilst their son was sleeping soundly upstairs.

“You know, I do love how it sometimes burns blue.” Fliss smiled as she snuggled further into him.  

“Yeah, it’s to do with the salt, I think.” Frank shrugged, his fingers tracing shapes on her upper arm. ”Sure Mary would be able to tell you if you asked her.”

“Sure she would.” Fliss chuckled. “Along with a detailed explanation of exactly what chemical compounds are involved, or the fact that the moon being in a certain position to Venus means it glows a different shade of blue or some other random shit like that…” Frank burst out laughing, pulling her closer. “I don’t know how she remembers half the shit she does.”

“Diane was the same.” Frank mused. “A goldmine for trivia. She was great for Quiz Nights.”

“You do it too.” Fliss sat up and looked at him.

“I don’t.”

“You so do.” She scoffed.

“Not as bad as Mary.”

“Hmm, hey, maybe that’s what we need to do next time they have a Quiz at Ferg’s. Smuggle Mary in and hide her under the table.”

“I doubt she’d stay there.” Frank pulled a face and Fliss shoved him in his chest, causing him to snigger again.

“Dick!”

“Don’t pretend you don’t love it, Sweetheart.” He winked as he dropped a kiss to her lips.

“I love you.” She muttered against his mouth.

“Yeah?”

“Yup.”

“How much?”

Biting her lip she arched her eyebrow and snatched his beer off him, placing it on the table along with her glass of wine before she moved, straddling him, her bare thighs falling either side of his. Bending down she kissed him deeply, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her in closer. He let his lips dance across hers before she pulled back a little, looking at him.

“That much.”

“Yeah, not sure I got it…” He chuckled, pulling her back to him as he kissed her again, this time only parting when her hands wrapped in the bottom of his t-shirt, tugging at it until he moved to allow her to drag it off. He took advantage of the moment, dragging her cami over her top, letting out a soft groan as the sight of her bare in front of him. He dropped his head, kissing and nuzzling at her breasts, Fliss’ fingers digging into his hair to hold him close.

“Got it now?” She grinned as she pushed down, rubbing her sleep short clad core into his groin, making him hiss at the feeling, his dick growing hard through the constraints of the sweats he was wearing.

“Not quite…”  He teased, nipping at her neck. Fliss giggled as he went back to her breasts, hands cupping them, squeezing gently before his mouth gently covered a nipple. As he gently flicked the hardening nub with his tongue she gave a little squeak of delight.

“I mean… If you really don’t get it, Adler…” she panted out slightly, “then maybe you’re not as smart as I thought.”

“Well, you always tell my brains are in my dick.” He growled a bit, giving her chest a gentle bite, and Fliss arched herself into his mouth, hissing at the way the slight pain and pleasure mixed. His arm tightening around her, Frank lifted them both up off the cushion to lay her down on her back on the outside couch and took a chance to look over her, his eyes traveling down her bare torso, before his mouth followed suit, his beard scratching her skin slightly, mouth cooling the delectable burn as he went.

Fliss rolled herself up into him, enjoying the feel of his relatively firm torso against the softness of hers, allowing herself to get lost in the feeling as she bit her lip and tipped her head back against the arm of the wicker sofa, enjoying being in her man’s care. Frank’s gently gripped at the sleep shorts she was wearing, before he slipped them down her toned legs before he pushed his sweats down, kicking them to the floor.

He moved to a kneel, one hand gently hooking Fliss’ left leg up to rest against the back of the couch, her other leg falling automatically to the floor, toes pressing onto the smooth sandstone flags, leg bent at the knee. Frank took another moment to look at her as his hands rubbed against her inner thighs, taking her in from her toned shoulders and arms, right down to the gently curve of her hips. There wasn’t a single bit of this woman that he wasn’t achingly in love with.

Sliding his hands up and around, he gripped at those hips and shifted her slightly making sure she was where he wanted her.

“You know, Frank…” Fliss, looked up at him, and her deep brown eyes flashed in amusement, as she watched her fiance appreciate her body, and she could feel a flush rising pink up her neck, into her cheeks. The way he looked at her, like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen still made her a little bashful at times. “If brains were dynamite, then, you wouldn’t have enough to blow your pants off.”

“Oh, really?” Frank leaned forward, kissing her lips, and down her neck as she laughed, his fingers drifting along her curves till they dipped between her spread thighs and slipped along her folds, causing her got gasp. “Never heard you complain before.” He braced a hand next to her head, as she starting to wriggle from where expert fingers teased her slick. “Quite the opposite, in fact.”

“Shut up…” She groaned as she arched up into him, pushing against his hand.

“You started this, Sweetheart.” His fingers picked up their pace and he watched as she writhed beneath him, her breath coming in ragged pants, her fingers digging into his biceps, soft whimpers of his name leaving her mouth in a staccato chant.  “You wanna think about what you just said?”

“You’re not using your…fuck!” She cried, as his fingers stretched her open, gliding and rubbing against her walls which clenched with need around his digits. “-dick, you…oh, God!”

“Nope, not yet.” He agreed, dropping his head so he could reach her breasts, a pull of his teeth on a nipple drew out another cry from her. “But I’m not sure I’m gonna need to.”

His fingers moved even faster, Fliss quivering, her whole body rubbing against his, panting as she glanced down at him, his blue eyes peeking up at her, twinkling with desire and mischief. “Frankie, please, I gotta…”

His lips wrapped around the other nipple, sucking and working his teeth around it before he pulled away, the muscles in his back and shoulders shifting as he arched up once more watching her. “Let go, Lissy.”

The heat in her stomach flooded her and she arched up off the cushions, a loud moan rolling from her throat as Frank felt her clamping down round his fingers, as her eyes flickered shut, her legs twitching. Frank leaned over to kiss her, deeply, as he slotted himself between her thighs, grinding down into her. Kisses flowed into soft bites of skin while Frank arched his hips up enough to slide his cock between her folds, and once he found her entrance, he pressed into her heat, burying into exactly where he wanted to be the most, forehead pressed against her own, breath mingling as both panted through the initial hit of sensations that coursed through their veins.

“You okay, Baby?” Frank looked down at her and Fliss nodded, tipping up to press her lips against his, tugging on his full bottom lip, nudging her nose against his.

“Better than okay” She rolled her hips once more against his, the shift in angle making her tighter, driving Frank crazy to feel her fluttering around him. Pulling his hips back he thrust deeply into her, causing her shudder.

“I can tell.” He grunted as he started to move himself, the thrust of his hips moving her slightly with each drive forward. Shifting to his elbows on either side of her head, Fliss immediately wrapped her leg from around the couch over his hip, rocking up to meet him.

“Oh, fuck, Frank!” The change in angle hit her deep and just right as he reached down and grabbed under her other knee, bringing that leg around his hips too before he fisted a hand in her hair, tipping her head back and dragging a swipe of his tongue up her neck. He kissed that sweet spot just behind her ear, once more dragging his name out of her in a chant, as he slowed his movements down, his hips now driving slow and deep. But her hands dragged down to his back, nails digging into the bunched muscles he was using to monitor his speed and she grabbed at him.

“No Sailor… I want you to fuck me.”

Frank gave a little groan as he moved to look at her and found her eyes challenging him. Fuck, he loved it when she got all fucking horny and needy.

“Oh, Cowgirl…” He smirked, shifting his chest across hers and pulling away, propping himself up above her as both his hands fisted in her hair to hold her down. “. “You better hold on to something.”

Her eyes flashed and then without warning he began snapping his hips forward and back with a brutal pace as he dragged himself back and forth from her fluttering channel.

It was so quick that Fliss screamed out, a vague thankful feeling crossing her addled brain about how she was suddenly glad they had no near neighbours, but all thoughts disappeared as soon as they flashed into her mind as she felt her eyelids flutter shut as she could feel nothing but how thick he was inside her, the constant pounding left her trying to keep up with his furious fucking, and she was failing, big time.

Her eyes opened and her entire gaze was filled with nothing but Frank, a wide chest with its spattering of dark hair drove her crazy, to the straining shoulders that gave him the leverage to shift his body in every way to claim her. And then his face, that handsome face she knew from memory, his sharp, bearded jaw was tight, those baby blue eyes burning into hers as his face hovered inches from hers, all his focus on her and only her.

It was driving her crazy.

Frank was just as swamped with the sensations. He enjoyed making love to his girl but he also enjoyed the faster, carnal fucking too. There was a darker side to him that enjoyed being able to use his size to claim her how he wanted and give her what she needed and since their weekend in Vermont, he knew he could do exactly that without fear anymore.

"Fuck…“ he growled out as he rutted into her, feeling her clench as he hit a particularly toe-curling spot deep inside her and her mouth dropped wide in a loud gasp. He was angled just right, and she dragged her nails down his back, urging him to keep hitting it, which he did, rotating his hips, making her groan and her whole body arch into him.

Frank kept going, relentless, hard, demanding, claiming. Fliss tightened her legs around him, her, hands scrambling along his back, and her head fell back against the arm of the couch again, and Frank heard her signature cry, a whispered, garbled tangle of words falling from her lips as, her whole body locked around him before with a loud, guttural cry of his name she came, hard.

Frank dropping himself enough to press his forehead against hers as she cried underneath him, his lips pressing to hers, swallowing her cries. He slowed his thrusting, helping her ride out her orgasm, but he wasn’t that far from his, it was simmering and he was teetering on that edge that he knew he was going to fall over soon. There was a slight stutter to his hips as he grained speed again, grinding into her until her clenching body was too much and with a gasp of a name and a dirty grunt he spilled into her, jolting to a stop after several erratic thrusts, sinking down over her as Fliss pressed her face into his neck, breathing in deeply.

After a moment, she eased her limbs from around him, her foot sliding down the back of his thigh and calf, humming softly post-orgasm, she leaned up, nibbling on Frank’s neck, and he gave a soft hum of delight as she nipped at his jaw.

“Maybe you could blow your boxers off. At a push.” She mumbled cheekily, and Frank laughed, his mouth claiming hers, if for no other reason other than to shut her up.

*****

Even if they’d had chance to lie in the next morning, which thanks to their son was not an option, they couldn’t have. Fliss was up early, the excitement in the house at the fact they were hosting Mary’s first birthday party was infectious, and Frank found himself getting swept up in it too. This was all he’d ever wanted for Mary, and the fact she’d actually requested a party in the first place had almost reduced him to tears.

By the time nine in the morning rolled by, the balloons were blown up and scattered about the place, banners had been hung and the music system was ready to go outside. With a quick kiss goodbye, Frank headed off to go and pick his mother up from the airport, before driving back down to their old estate to pick up a very hyper active Mary, and a slightly less bouncy Roberta.

Mary was overjoyed with the decorations, hugging Fliss and thanking her over and over again, and then the time seemed to fly by with her best friend Rosie arriving first, along with her parents who once more asked Fliss and Frank if they were sure the little girl was okay to stay the evening too. Fliss waved away their concern and asked if they’d like to stay for a while, an offer which they rather hastily declined and Frank snorted a little as Rosie’s dad gave him a wink when he told Frank they had ‘plans’.

By two, the pool party was in full swing, Steve, Frank and Bill overseeing seven kids as they dived in and out of the pool, jumping on and off inflatables as the music played in the background. Frank glanced around, watching as Fliss bustled about the garden, Alex perched on her hip as she laughed at something Roberta had said before she nodded and passed Alex over to the woman who beamed at him as he grabbed at her large beaded necklace.

“Frank?”

He spun to face his mother who smiled at him, her large sun hat shading her face. She held up the empty bottle in her hand. “Me and Verity appear to have finished this Sancerre. Do you mind if-“

“You’ve sunk a bottle by two in the afternoon, shame on you.” He gave a lout tut and his mother simply arched an eyebrow.

“Yes, well having children turned me into a raging alcoholic.” She stated matter of factly and Frank snorted.

“Touche, well, help yourself, you know where it all is.” He jerked his head towards the kitchen. “You don’t need to keep asking for things whilst you’re here, you know.”

“No, I know. But I was kind of hoping to talk to you actually.” Evelyn looked at him. “Come with me.”

“Oh?” He frowned, tossing a glance back at Fliss before he followed Evelyn into the house. He reached into the fridge, pulled out another chilled bottle of wine before he set it on the counter. “What’s up?”

“Nothing much, I just…well, I’ve come to a decision about something, and I wanted to run it past you first.”

“Okay.” He watched her as she cleared her throat.

“I’ve decided to sell the house.” She stated and Frank watched her, having a feeling he knew exactly what was coming next. “And I’m going to buy and apartment. Here.”

“Right.” Frank looked at her, his face passive.

“And one in Boston.”

“Two apartments?”

“One plus one was two last time I checked, yes.” Evelyn’s mouth twitched at the corner and Frank rolled his eyes. “I thought I could spend the winters here and the summers in Boston. That way, it would only be for six months a year. Sure even we could survive being in the same state as one another for that long.”

“Sounds like you got it all planned out.”

"I want my grandchildren to know me, Frank. I already missed out on so much with Mary, and yes, before you say anything, that was my own fault, but I don’t want to miss out on any more.”

 “And you won’t, I’ve told you-“

“Well, clearly I am because I missed the fact that Mary was now calling Fliss mom.”

Frank took a deep breath and folded his arms across his chest, “I thought we’d been through this. You said it wouldn’t be a problem.”

“It isn’t, I just…well, I wasn’t prepared for it, that’s all.”

“Well, that’s on me.” Frank looked at her, his expression softening slightly. He hadn’t really considered what effect it would have on his mother, hearing Mary call someone other than Diane her mom, but then again, why would he? Evelyn had never seen Diane with Mary after all, it never even crossed his mind that it would upset her. “I should have warned you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Evelyn shook her head. “Like I said, I wasn’t expecting it that’s all.”

There was a pause and Frank took a deep breath. “Look, I’ve told you before. I want you to have a relationship with the kids, and, well, if you feel moving nearer to us is gonna help that then…” He trailed off giving a little shrug.

“So you wouldn’t object to me moving closer?”

 “What would be the point of that?” He asked, passing her the bottle of wine. “You’d do it regardless.”

“Yes, I would.” Evelyn stated simply before she took the bottle from him. Frank gave her a small smile which she returned before she moved to leave, greeting Fliss who had just walked into the kitchen.

“Did I just interrupt something?” She frowned.

“No.” Frank shook his head, watching his mother leave. As soon as she was out of earshot he gave a groan and pulled a beer from the fridge. “She just told me she wants to sell the house and buy two apartments. One in Boston and one here.”

“Oh.” Fliss frowned, cocking her head to the side. “But, that’s…fine. I mean, you and your mom get on okay now, so-”

“Yeah, we do.” Frank nodded, taking a huge pull from his bottle, swallowing his beer. “Because she’s in Boston and I’m not.”

Fliss gave a chuckle and slipped her arms round his waist. “Stop being a little shit, Frank. I hate to point it out but it makes sense. She’s not getting any younger and if anything happens she’s a three hour flight away, as we saw when Mary was taken ill.”

“Why do you always have to be so fucking sensible?” Frank narrowed his eyes at her and she grinned, shrugging.

“I’m not, I can just see it from her point of view. But hey, look on the bright side. If she’s told you, it gives you a perfect excuse to help her look for somewhere. Tampa’s not a bad area, and it’s a forty or so minute drive away…”

“Oh, now who’s being a little shit?” He laughed as he dropped a kiss to Fliss’ lips.

She chuckled and pulled back, looking at him. “Anyway, parking that for now, the kids are getting hungry. Can you we fire up the grill and I’ll get the sides and stuff out?”

“Sure.” Frank smiled, before he kissed her again and headed outside, grabbing Steve’s collar as he went, roping him into helping.

Half an hour later kids and adults alike were sat around munching burgers, hot dogs and various other items Fliss had dotted out on the tables at the side of the garden. Frank was stood drinking a beer as he watched Steve flop down next to Sian on the seat round the table the adults had settled at, gently rubbing his hand over her little bump, giving her a quick kiss. Frank smiled, thinking back to how it didn’t seem like five minutes since he’d been doing the same to Fliss.

“Not sending you broody is it, Son?”

Frank turned to look at Bill who nodded to Steve and Frank scoffed. “Nope. Two is quite enough for us, thanks.”

Bill laughed. “Exactly what Fliss said, well, not exactly. Her phrase included the words ‘fuck off, Dad’ but the sentiment was the same.”

Frank laughed and shook his head. “Yeah, we’re both agreed, thankfully.” He smiled, his eyes flicking to Alex who was perched on his mother’s knee, as she sat chatting to Verity.

“I had a nosey up at the yard before.” Bill took a swig from his bottle. “Looks like they’re all ready to start. Must be a relief that they’re finally getting going.”

“To be honest, Bill, I’ve not been as involved with it all as I’d like.” Frank bit his lip. “I mean I’ve been over the plans and keep checking the costs and stuff but as far as actively being involved in organising anything.” He let out a deep sigh. “I know I should have stepped up a little more.”

“Hey don’t worry!” Bill smiled. “We got it covered.”

“I know and I’m grateful but I just, well this is our future you know? Her business, our property and land and I kinda feel a little...”

“Left out?”

Frank wrinkled his nose. “Not left out as such. Not in control is the best way to describe it, I suppose.”

“We talking about the building work now or life in general?”

Frank snorted, it unnerved him how easily his future father in law could read him. “That obvious, huh?”

“A little, plus Fliss says you’ve been mad busy at the shop.”

“I thought it would have died down by now.” Frank shrugged. “But we seem to be getting bigger and bigger and, it’s just not what I had in mind when I went to work there. And I know, I’m grateful but I kinda miss when things were simpler, you know?” He shook his head. “Doesn’t really sound like I’m very ambitious does it? Most people would kill to be in my position.”

“Look, management and running a business isn’t for everyone. If it was, the world would hardly tick over the way it does, would it?” Bill said wisely. “Have you talked to James?” 

Frank shook his head. “I honestly don’t know what I’d say.”

“Well, what do you want to happen?”

“I miss the repairs.” Frank said, honestly. “I enjoyed it when I was running the workshop. It was a good mix between management and still being able to get my hands dirty when I wanted to.”

“Tell him that then.”

“Not that simple, we got a new guy running that side of things now. Plus it would be a drop in wages.”

“Do you need the money?”

“Not especially, Fliss brings in a fair packet and it wouldn’t be a bad income at all. But I like the security.”

“Well in that case don’t let that be a factor in your decision. Trading off a higher standard of living versus job satisfaction is a mistake I’ve seen a lot of people make in the past, Frank. It doesn’t end well as they become miserable and resent their choices.” Bill paused. “Have you not thought about going back into repairs full time, like working for yourself again?”

Frank shook his head. “No. The security which comes with this job is too big a pull to give up. Especially now there’s four of us to consider.”

 “You could make it secure if you did it properly.” Bill looked at him. “Set yourself up as an independent business but get a unit on one of the Marinas. Yeah, they’ll take a cut, but you’re pretty much guaranteed work and it comes with most of the perks but you’ll manage your own time.” Frank looked at him as Bill smiled. “Might be a bit of work at first to get yourself back in the game so to speak but I can help with the practicalities of setting out on your own. Fliss has an excellent accountant plus I hear you know a pretty good lawyer.”

Frank smiled. “Yeah, maybe.”

“Just think it over. If you need the money to set up you know me and V will help out. Plus, the beauty of it is Frank, you have a job to keep you going whilst you make your decision. It ain’t a bad place to be when you think about it.”

“Thanks Bill, I’ll give it some thought.”

***** The party filtered out at about five, and their family stayed around for a little while until they too left a couple of hours later. Mary hugged Fliss and then Frank tightly, thanking them both for ‘the best birthday party ever’, Frank not bothering to point out that the sum total she had held or attended didn’t give her much to go on. He was simply happy she’d enjoyed herself.

They managed to get the two girls to bed in Mary’s room at a ridiculously late hour, so when Frank woke the next morning he wasn’t surprised to find them both fast asleep still when he poked his head into the room. He was surprised, however, to find his bed empty. Sundays were normally their lazy mornings, none of them really bothering to get up until they had to, Alex often coming into their room for a few hours. But today, it was barely gone nine and Fliss was up and fully dressed in denim shorts and a baggy fitting t-shirt.

“Morning, Honey.” He greeted her with a soft kiss. “You’re up early?”

“Yeah, I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep.” She shrugged, before her face wrinkled up and she swallowed, rubbing at her stomach.

“You okay?” Frank frowned, his hands gently running up and down her arms. “You sick?”

“No.” Fliss shook her head. “I came on a few days early and it’s fucking excruciating for some reason. Hasn’t been this bad since I had Alex.”

“Oh, Baby!” Frank pouted and with an exaggerated fake chuckle-slash-sob she pressed her forehead to his chest and he smiled, wrapping his arms round her, kissing her head.

“My ovaries are trying to kill me.” She whined and Frank chuckled, his hands rubbing up and down her back.

“Can I do anything to help?”

“Not really, other than give me lots of sympathy and pretend you know what I’m going through.”

“Think I can manage that.”

Together they made breakfast, Evelyn joining them and Fliss took care to leave enough batter to feed the girls with when they finally surfaced at half past ten. Frank then let them head back out to the pool for another hour or so before he dropped Rosie off home and swung by the store for some snacks which he knew would keep Fliss satisfied for the afternoon and hopefully help keep her killer womb at bay.

They all settled down for the afternoon on the sun-loungers outside, the lazy Sunday bleeding into the evening, as they dipped in an out of the pool before it was time to sort dinner, which consisted mainly of left over party food, Frank grilling the remaining burgers and sausages that hadn’t been eaten at the party. Once that was over, Evelyn asked if she could take Alex’s bath time. Fliss handed him over with a smile, whilst Frank headed upstairs to make sure his mother knew where everything was. Once he was bathed and put down for the evening, Evelyn retired back to the guest house and Mary retreated to her den to watch one of her new DVDs, leaving Frank and Fliss to curl up on their sofa, settling in for another binge watching session, this time making their way through The Witcher.

As Fliss shifted again, trying to ease a particularly nasty cramp in her stomach, Frank glanced at her, frowning a little.

“Have you taken some more painkillers?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, stretching her legs out. “Just haven’t kicked in yet.”

“What hasn’t?” Mary asked as she walked past the sofa from her den, heading to the fridge.

“Nothing that concerns you.” Frank replied, not even looking at her.

“Are you on your period?” Mary asked bluntly and Fliss glanced at Frank who looked at her, blinking, before they both turned their heads to look at her over the back of the sofa as he closed the fridge, juice box in her hand.

“How the hell do you know about that stuff? You’re ten!” Frank stared at her and she shrugged, moving back towards them.

“I read about it when I looked up where babies came from.”

“You looked up where babies come from?” Fliss repeated, her voice controlled as she was trying to supress the laughter bubbling in her throat.

“I was curious, Mom. Wanted to know how you made Alex.”

“Jesus Christ.” Frank groaned, as Fliss let out a snort. “I clearly need to increase the level of Parental Control on your laptop and tablet.”

“No you don’t because it didn’t let me google it, so I had to find it in a book in the library.” She said matter of factly as she paused by the back of the sofa, fixing them both with a look. “And, for the record, I think it’s totally disgusting what you did. But, now you have him, you don’t need to do it again. That is unless you decide you want another and-“

“No, you’re absolutely right.” Frank cut her off, his face serious. “It’s totally gross. I’m so relived I will never have to go through that torture ever again.”

Fliss couldn’t look at him, she had to turn away, the expression on his face was utterly dead-pan. She pressed her lips together, scrunching her face up as she tried desperately to stop the laughter exploding from her mouth.

“God knows what Uncle Steve and Sian think they’re doing, having another one.” Mary grumbled.

“Well, your Grandmother had two.” Frank pointed out, and Fliss slapped his thigh, in a desperate attempt to make him stop. His lips quirked at the sides ever so slightly before he straightened his face once more as Mary looked back at him.

“I suppose, but you were the eldest so she clearly thought she needed to try again after having you, you know, make it right.”

At that the laughter Fliss had been supressing burst from her mouth as her shoulders shook and she tipped her head back, roars of laughter filling the room.

“Well,” Frank looked at Mary, “you’re technically our eldest so…”

“Yeah but you adopted me, therefore you chose me.”

“Well, not really as you were kinda already here.” Frank teased.

“Yeah but you chose to be my parents, not just my uncle and his wife.”

“That’s true.” Frank nodded.

“So, that clearly makes me special.”

“Oh, you’re special alright.” Frank agreed, his face serious.

Mary grinned as she flounced back off to her den, shutting the door behind her. As soon as it clicked shut, Frank look at Fliss, who was now bright red from the force of her laughter, tears pouring down her face and he too began to laugh.

“Fucking hell.” He shook his head as Fliss wiped her eyes. “I can’t with that kid!”

“She’s hilarious, I love her.” Fliss chuckled. ”And you- I’m so relieved I will never have to go through that torture ever again, liar, much?”

Frink grinned, his arm curling round her shoulders, pulling her to him as she snuggled into his side. “Well, sex is dirty. But only when it’s done right.”

Fliss snorted. “And of course we do it right, Sailor.”

“Damned straight we do.” He leaned back against the sofa, pressing a kiss to her head.

“So, are you gonna tell Alex sex is dirty and gross?”

Frank hesitated, before he rolled his eyes, knowing exactly what Fliss was getting at. “You know, of course we will properly talk to Mary when she’s older and starts to get interested in dating, Fliss.”

“Careful there, Sailor. You’ll give yourself whiplash backtracking that fast.”

“I’m not backtracking."

“Course not.” Fliss wrinkled her nose sarcastically and Frank groaned.

“Look, can we stop talking about when she’s...” He waved his hand and gave a shudder. “I don’t wanna think about it.”

“Face it Frankie, it’s probably gonna happen sooner than later. You got to be prepared.” Fliss looked at him, her lips twitching at the corners. “I mean, you wanted her to have a normal life. Dating is part of that."

“Are you gonna shut up, or am I gonna have to make you?” Frank turned to Fliss, dropping his head a little so his nose was mere inches from hers,

“Thought that was like gross.” She teased. “And besides I’m on.”

“You know, I have heard that orgasms are supposed to help with cramps.” Frank shifted a little, his lips gently brushing her neck. “Could always do it in the shower,” he nipped at her skin. “No mess, no fuss.”

“I showered before and besides,” Fliss pushed on his shoulders, forcing him to stop his teasing bites to her neck, “it’s a known fact that a woman’s entire sexual reproductive system grows teeth in shark week.” Frank blinked before he gave a snort of laughter as Fliss shrugged. “Well, it feels like my womb is trying to eat its way out so…”

“There’s somewhere else I could shove it to keep you quiet.” Frank grinned and Fliss scoffed.

“Yeah that’s got teeth too, Sailor, and I ain’t afraid to use ‘em.” She laughed and gave him a gentle kiss. “But only when you ask nicely.”

Frank gave a groan against her mouth. “You’re killing me, Lissy!”

“Aww, I got you all worked up Sailor?”

“Yes.” He answered bluntly.

“Shame Mary’s in the den, I could have fixed that for you.”

Frank looked at her, before his head whipped round over his shoulder. “Mary! Go to bed!”

Fliss slapped his arm, laughing as Mary pulled open the door to her den and glared at him. “It isn’t even nine yet!”

“He’s joking.” Fliss looked at her.

“No I’m not.” Frank deadpanned and Mary rolled her eyes.

“Whatever, Dad.” And with that she disappeared again, the door shutting behind her.

Frank groaned as he lay his head back, shifting slightly, trying to relieve the strain at the front of his jeans. Watching him out of the corner of her eye, Fliss smirked to herself. She loved how she could get him worked up simply by using her words, it was a fucking huge turn on.

“You know, I’m sure I just heard Alex upstairs.”

“What?” Frank turned his attention to her.

“Yeah, I best go check on him,” she looked at Frank, “you know, upstairs,” she bit her lip, “and it might take me five minutes or so.”

With a puzzled expression Frank watched her go before he turned his attention to the baby monitor. On the small screen he saw Alex was sleeping soundly. He frowned, Fliss had no reason to be-

Oh. Oh

With a grin he stood up. “Mary just gotta nip upstairs for a moment. If you need us just, well, just wait.”

And with that he shot after Fliss, taking the stairs two at a time.

****

Chapter 23

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PoliZ's WIP Update - 3 July 2024

Another satisfying  writing week - made my unofficial goal plus a good chunk, and got a bit ahead of the game on a couple of July events.  I touched six fics (3 new & 2 WIPs) - for a total of 2506 words.   I’m sitting at 55,802 words so far for the year, which puts me nicely on target for 110k.  

On Ao3, I posted: 

 Chapter Two of The Business of Pleasure - tiny Alpha Dom!Steve/omega sub!Bucky. 

Judging a Book By Its Cover - Howard Stark POV on Project Rebirth 

On Tumblr I posted: 

  Keep a Steady Hand -  Clint & Bucky Tower fic (pining!Clint if you squint) 

(Not a) Perfect Soldier -  CA:TWS-compliant Steve self-reflection drabble  & moodboard. 

I’m juggling  20  active/semi-active WIPs with my current  deadline being the  Steve Rogers Bingo which ends on July 15th and the July Break Bingo, which runs for the month of July.  

See  below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc.  As always, feel free to send me   prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding  any of these projects  or any other WIPs I’ve got out there.   Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

    

Steve Rogers Bingo - Round 3 [SRB_R3] (ends  15 Jul 2024)

Twenty-four  fills, nine bingos and one WIPs at the moment  - gonna try to  squeeze in one or two  more fills! 

* B1 - Project Rebirth -   Posted  Judging a Book By Its Cover  this morning. It’s 400 words of Howard Stark’s perspective on the moments before shrimpy!Steve is transformed into Captain America.        

* C5 - Exes to Lovers -   Working on a fic that will also fill the  BaBB May prompt: Wrong Number.   It’s sitting at 225 words - we’ll see if I can get it done in time.  

* D4 - Steve and the Stealth Suit -  combined this square with the @fluffystevefest  JULY 3: ERAS - Soldier & Icon prompt for a combo drabble & moodboard.   I posted (Not a) Perfect Soldier to Tumblr this morning and will add to Ao3 by the end of the week.

July Break Bingo [JBB_24] (runs 1-31 Jul) 

@julybreakbingo is a fantastic any-fandom bingo event designed to spark creativity during the month of July!  After filling out a detailed request form, you get a customized bingo card where you can combine prompts and squish them any way you please!   The main restriction is to post fills within the month of July - so I brainstormed and came up with some good potentials - combining with Hot Bucky Summer prompts and my Bucky Barnes Bingo card - check those two sections below for details!   If all goes well,  I’ll have at least 17 squares filled and (with the help of the Alt prompts) a bingo or two! 

Hot Bucky Summer 2024 [HBS_R2] (Ends 31 Aug)

More fun from the @buckybarnesevents folks - this time weekly challenges to create (usually NSFW) Bucky-centric fanworks!   Thanks to the July Break Bingo (see above)  and Bucky Barrnes Bingo - I now have ideas/mini-outlines for each week of July.  

* Week 4 June 22nd - June 28th   FREE WEEK - Acarophilia [Scratch Kink]. Posted Chapter two of  The Business of Pleasure last Friday,  I combined it with  BBB:  U2 - This won't hurt a bit  square to have tiny Alpha Dom Steve beginning a scene with omega sub Bucky that’s going to scratch an itch.  It came in at 882 words.  

* Week 5 June 29th - July 5th:  “We’re...”  +  Friends with Benefits   Adding a second chapter to  Coming Clean -  my WinterIron PWP with Steve joining in the fun.  This chapter is from his POV and combines a bunch of prompts: BaBB June:  Bratting , BBB Y5 - Polyamory or open relationship and JBB  - B1 - "I made a mistake."  + N2 - "Don't let this one go." + O1 - Emotional.  It’s coming in at  a hefty 1017 words and will post  on July 5th.  

* Week 6 July 6th - July 12th  - “I won’t be able to stop myself.”  + Gone Feral  Shifting ships here with a WinterHawk fic -  Alpha!Bucky is worried about going into rut after what Hydra did to him; omega! Clint comes up with a satisfying solution. (FYI-  the smut is fade to black)   Riding Out His Rut is coming in at  1544 words and  crosses over  with  BBB: Y4 - Cursed! &  JBB:  B2 - "I'm what's wrong." +  G1 - Aggressive + G3 +  Alt4 - Love as being present. It will post on the 12th. 

* Week 7 July 13th - July 19th -  “Put this on for me.” + Blindfolds  + Collars 

Going back to WinterIron for this - Tony trying to hide the results of a scene; Bucky steps in to help.   Potential Crossovers:  BBB C1 - Psychological torture, JBB:  O5 - "Where did you get this?" + I1 - "You can't do anything."  + Alt1 - None of us want to be fully revealed. All our faults and weaknesses laid bare for the world. + Alt5 - Love as patience.  Currently sitting at 483 words & planned to post on the 19th.  

* Week 8 July 20th - July 26th -   “Maybe this'll help you relax”  + Cockwarming  Wartime -  Steve dealing with planning Howlies’ next mission  - doesn't have time to fool around. Bucky comes up with a way to let him do both. Crossover with  BaBB June; Cockwarming, BBB: U1 - KINK: "Please let me come." & JBB:   O4 - I'm gonna remember this." + I4 - "Don't let me stop you." + N4 - Priorities

* Week 9 July 27th - August 2nd - FREE WEEK | Optional Prompts: WAM (Wet & Messy),

Steve post Rebirth  - copious amount of semen when he comes -  Bucky is 100% here for it.  Crossover with BBB: B4 - Showoff  JBB: I2 - "I feel disgusting." + N1- "Are you done?" + Alt2 - Love as passion 

* Week 11 August 10th - August 16th -  “You look good like this.” + Kneeling  + Tied Down  +  Ruined.  

Possibly Chapter 3   of  The Business of Pleasure -  backtrack with Steve POV?   

See if any BBB prompts fit.  

Hawkeyes Bingo [HB_R2] (Ends TBD) 

Working on this  Tumblr event - got a 3x3 card and and am looking forward to creating more  Clint-centric content and trying my hand at a bit of  Kate Bishop fic as well!    

* A3 - Awkward Flirting – this might be a good entry into my first femslash fic with Kate/Yelena?    

* B2 - FREE - using this toward  HBS Week 6 above.   

* C1 - Magic -  Combined this with last week’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt  [#FFF259 House of Cards]   for   Keep a Steady Hand.  Clint notices Bucky getting frustrated with a task and offers to help.  It came in at 632 words and will post to Ao3 possibly later this month.  

Build-A-Bucky Bingo [BaBB_R1] (Ends 1 Sep 2024)

Another fun year-long  event from the folks at  @buckybarnesevents!  Each month there’s a list of prompts and you choose (at least) one  each month for your card!  At seventeen fills and two WIPs with five months to go, I seem to be going a bit overboard …. 😁

* May:  Bucky’s Trigger Words -  combined this with last week’s  Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF251 Out There] for Just To Live One Day Out There - a Winter Soldier self-reflective ficlet. It came in at 312 words and will get posted to Ao3 Real Soon. 

* May:  Praise Kink - planning to fill this with Chapter Six of A Little Bit Carried Away where Alpha!Bucky and omega!Tony get to live out their fantasies.  It’s sitting at 754 words and will get posted later this month.  

* May: Wrong Number.  See SRB Exes to Lovers above 

* June:  Bratting - see HBS Week 5 above.  

* June: Cockwarming -  see HBS Week 8 above.   

* June: Touch Starved - see HB Magic prompt above

WinterIron Bingo Round 2  [WIB_R2] (Ends 16 Dec 2024)

Signups are still open for pre-made cards for Round Two of this super-fun bingo event! I have fifteen  fills and zero WIPs at the moment - setting this aside for the moment, as I have other time-sensitive events going.  

* Iron Soldier (One Bingo, One Fill) - looking at combining my Column B prompts: Matchmaker, Bucky Riding Tony, Stark Gala, Inside Joke and Threesome.  Still working on a plot - if you have any suggestions/want-to-sees - let me know! 

* I3 - Car Sex -  Have a fun ficlet in mind for this - some of the dialogue & such already worked out in my head.   Possibly combine with JBB B3 - "You're in denial." or  B5 - "Wanna practice?"

*I4 - SHIELD HQ - combined this with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF245 You Never Cared] and wrote Fathers Don’t Know Best  -  No Power AU with Bucky working as an analyst at SHIELD who stumbles across a late night visitor to the lobby.  It came in at 407 words and will get posted to Ao3 before the event ends.  

* N1 - Hair Pulling Kink -  thanks to a fun prompt from @scottxlogan  - I filled this square with Untangling Their Attraction - where Tony’s offer of assistance leads to mutual kink discovery (not as racy as it might sound).  It’s coming in at 544 words and will post to Ao3 before this event is over. 

* N5 - "I'm here for you."  - Possibly the next chapter of  Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion ?  

Bucky Barnes Bingo - Round Six [BBB - R6]  (Ends 31 Mar)

This amazing bingo event is back!   Got my card last week and am combining several prompts with HBS & JBB -   I have five  fills, and three WIPs.  

* B4 - Showoff - see HBS Week 9 above.

* U1 - KINK: "Please let me come."  - see HBS Week 8 above

* U2 - This won't hurt a bit - see HBS Week 4 above. 

* C1 - Psychological torture - see HBS Week 7 above

* K4 - Last Times/Farewells - combined this with last week’s  Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF257 Count The Days ] for  Short-Timing It - a pre-war (just barely) Bucky & Steve (Stucky if you squint) ficlet. It came in at 313 words and will post to Ao3 before the event is over.   

* Y4 - Cursed!  - see HBS Week 6 above 

* Y5 - Polyamory or open relationship - see  HBS Week 5 above 

Warm and Fluffy   Bingo  [WFB]   (no end date)

Eight fills on my card, courtesy of   @warmandfluffybingocards  - need to try for another crossover or two!

* I2 - Vulnerable Drunk - matched this up with last week’s  Flash Fiction Friday prompt of [#FFF258 Milky Way Dreams]  for Sweet Dreams and Flying Machines -  a MIT-era Tony & Rhodey ficlet, where a drunk Tony shares a childhood dream with his best friend.  It came in at 318 words and will get posted to Ao3 at some point.   

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On  other creative fronts:  I am working on an Audrey II and a Vincent Price  for a con next month.     

If  you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations, check  out Stuffed With Character    over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 150!).   These soft stuffed figures are  mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC   and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design   requests  for any fandom!

[whumpwriterforlife]

Ooh I saw the Bad Things Bingo and was wondering if you could do Impaled Palm for Prompto? Please and thank you!

Here you go!! I wasn't sure where to go with this exactly but the muse took me on an adventure and this is what came out! I hope you like this! This is the first time I'm actually posting my Prompto whump... This one comes with soft ending!

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Characters: Prompto Argentum, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Ignis Scientia & Gladiolus Amicitia

Whumpee: Prompto Argentum

Word Count: 1235

Warnings: ...impaled hand? No descriptive injuries though

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“Noct!” Prompto moved on instinct. He saw the arm pull back, the glint of a blade in the late afternoon sun before it soared through the air. Noctis had his back to them, deep in a conversation about a close-by fishing spot with Ignis. He wouldn’t see it coming. Prompto’s feet, his whole body really, moved on its own accord as his training kicked in. There was no time for fear, no time to panic as he threw himself in front of the dagger.

A scream ripped out of Prompto’s throat as the dagger hit him, his hand. His vision went white, the pain taking over his whole being for the moment, making everything else muted and far away. Prompto thought he might have heard Gladio roar — an angry, protective sound that was reserved only for when one of them was hurt. A wet gasp left Prompto’s lips as he shifted and pain sparked through his hand, sharp and vicious. He curled protectively around his hand, belatedly realizing he wasn’t standing anymore, but lying on the ground. The gravel was rough against his temple but he barely noticed it as he opened his eyes to slits. A terrified noise, one between a gasp and a sob, left his lips as his gaze landed on his hand — and the dagger that had impaled it.

Panic ignited inside Prompto’s chest and stole his breath away. He jolted into a sitting position, a scream on his lips but then Ignis was there, instructing him to breathe, hands gentle, one on his face, one on his arm. Just follow my lead. In...out. That’s good, you’re doing great, Prompto.

Prompto tried, he really did. Breathe in, hold, then slowly release and repeat. Ignis’ eyes were kind and patient. There was no disappointment, no annoyance on his face at all. A sob burst from Prompto’s lips and then there was another figure by his side, hugging him gently. Noctis. Prompto leaned against him and breathed in the familiar, comforting smell of his friend. Noctis wasn’t hurt. If Noctis was hurt, Ignis would be with him, not with Prompto. Prompto hiccuped. He needed to be sure. “You’re— you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, all thanks to you,” Noctis assured him. He sounded slightly out of breath. “Iggy, how is he?”

“The dagger impaled his hand. I’m afraid we will have to remove it ourselves which won’t be a pleasant task,” Ignis said. He was as calm as ever but there was an undertone of worry in his voice. “We cannot use a curative before the dagger is out of the way.”

Prompto’s lip trembled and he drew in a shuddering breath. He brought the injured hand closer to his chest. “That— that’ll hurt? Like, a lot?” It was a stupid question, he knew. Of course it would hurt, they would be pulling a dagger out of his hand! Prompto wiped tears from his eyes with his good hand. It was already hurting so much. “I— I can’t— “

“Prompto, it will be alright.” Ignis squeezed Prompto’s knee softly. “As soon as it’s out, we can use a curative on it and it’ll be as good as new. Time is of essence, however, and we need to do this as soon as possible.”

Ignis turned to look at Gladio, who had at some point appeared on Noctis’ other side. “I will need you to hold him down, make sure he doesn’t move and injure himself further. You too, Noct. It won’t be easy but it is the only way. We’re far from a hospital.”

Prompto whined at the words and Noctis pulled him closer in response. He could feel the tension radiating from Noctis and realized none of the guys were any happier about the situation. The only difference was that he was the one that could feel the pain. Could feel the blade in his hand, the blood dripping down his hand. The pain was already excruciating. How was he going to survive having the dagger pulled out? It wouldn’t be as fast, Ignis would have to be careful to keep the blade as stable as possible to keep it from causing more harm.

“Blondie, look at me,” Gladio said, now from next to Ignis. Prompto swallowed hard and did as told. There was an unreadable expression on Gladio’s face, a mix of worry and something akin to...pride? Prompto whimpered. Gladio dropped to his knees and offered a strip of leather to him. “Bite down on that. We’ll do this as fast as we can, okay?”

Prompto nodded shakily and reached for the leather strap. He blinked the tears from his eyes as he looked at each of the guys. They were so good to him. “I— I trust you.”

As the guys had promised, they worked fast. Prompto still screamed, the sound barely muffled by the leather strap between his teeth. It hurt, white-hot and excruciating. The world spun in his eyes. A sickening feeling was building in his stomach and he was sure he was going to throw up but then the blade shifted again and he blacked out.

He came back to, when a curative was broken over his hand and a calm and cool sensation spread through his hand and up his arm, replacing the burning pain. The world was still spinning, Prompto realized he was trembling and overall feeling as weak as a kitten. He pulled the leather strap out of his mouth with his good hand.

“You back with us?” Gladio asked. His voice was rougher than usual, and when Prompto shifted his head to look at him, he could see an oddly shaken expression on the Shield’s face.

“Y—Yeah,” Prompto replied weakly. He brought his newly healed hand up with some difficulty — he really was absolutely drained — and looked at the thin pink line that remained of the wound. There was still a tiny ache in his palm but it was way more manageable than what it had been. “I’m sorry.”

“What?” Noctis exclaimed. He grabbed Prompto from under the armpits and pulled him so he was sitting up and leaning against his chest. “What are you sorry for? You saved me. Us. There’s nothing to apologize for!”

“Noct is correct,” Ignis said, putting his hand on Prompto’s knee. He was smiling softly. “You did really well. If you hadn’t been as observant today, things could have gone a lot worse.”

“You should listen to them,” Gladio told him and squeezed Prompto’s shoulder. “You did good.”

“Aww, you guys!” Prompto couldn’t help but blush under the praise. He dropped his gaze down to his lap, pondering on his next words. “I’m just happy Noct is okay. I just acted. I couldn’t let him get hurt.”

They talked for a while longer and Prompto’s blush only deepened as the guys praised his actions. Soon, though, it was time for them to leave as the night was starting to fall. Despite Prompto’s protests, he found himself in Gladio’s arms as the Shield carried him towards the Regalia. There was no way he would have made the walk on his own, not when he was still feeling shaky from the whole ordeal, and the guys had known it. There was a bit of good natured ribbing and everyone was in a good mood. In the end, Prompto fell asleep before they even reached the car.

[dokidokey]

through the dark

summary: after an incident during hanta’s internship leaves him blind, you and class 3-a are supposed to keep his spirits up,  but what happens seems to be the opposite.

pairings: hanta sero x reader

bingo slot: loss of sight

prompts: “that’s not very funny.” “well, i think it’s hilarious.” & “close your eyes.” & “do you think you could give me a kiss?”

genre: fluff, light angst

warning/s: swearing

word count: 1,690

notes: happy late birthday sero! this is for @bnhabookclub’s celebrating sero and hero camp bingo! my event masterlist can be found HERE.

According to you, it has been 17 hours since Hanta’s operation. He wouldn’t have asked you and just looked at the clock on the wall, because if he isn’t mistaken, every hospital has a clock on the wall. Also, he wouldn’t have asked you if he really didn’t need to, but the thick bandages wrapped carefully around his head that covers his eyes makes it impossible.

“Do you－ Do you want water? Or anything? I can call the doctor or－ Or nurses, or do you－?”

“Y/N,” he interrupts softly, blindly feeling the empty space beside him on the hospital bed for your hands. You lace yours with him immediately, thumbs stroking the base of his palm. “You’re so tense, please, calm down,” he chuckles as he squeezes your hands. “Come sit here with me.”

Sero smiles as he feels the bed shift from your added weight. He leans back on the pile of pillows you frantically propped up for him when he woke up. “Ah, so when are they coming?” He inquires, remembering you mentioned earlier that the rest of 3-A will be here in an hour or so.

“They left 30 minutes ago so it won’t be long,” you reply, and the sad undertone in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed by Sero.

“Hey,” he shakes the hand tightly gripping his. “What’s wrong, hm?”

“I－” There’s a choked sob from you and Sero is panicking. He doesn’t really mind being blind but if you’re going to cry like this and he can’t see you, he might as well cry too.

“No, no, no, no,” he sits upright and feels his hands up your arms to your cheeks and his panic intensifies when he feels your tears. “No, why are you crying? Don’t cry, please, I don’t know how I’ll make you feel better.”

It seems like that made you cry harder, which in turn makes Sero more frightened because did he say something wrong? His chest tightens hearing you cry, and it’s a real pain in the ass that he can’t comfort you the way he used to because, well, he can’t really do much now that he’s blind.

It dawns on him that he will never be able to, and the realization sits heavy in his chest. It doesn’t go well with the sound of your sobs dancing in his ears. Sero tries to console you as much as he can with his touches, but it doesn’t feel right without seeing you.

“Talk to me,” he says softly as his thumb grazes your chin, moving idly to your cheek and brushing the wet patches of your tears.

“How can you smile like there’s nothing wrong,” you sniffle, “Sero, you’re blind. You’re never going to see anything again except pitch black darkness and how－ how can you act like that is okay?”

Hanta sighs, carefully wrapping his arms around you to lean your body against his. “That is the point, Y/N. I am blind. It’s sad, yes, but at least I’m alive. If I sulk about my condition, it wouldn’t help me anyway.”

His words calmed you down, thankfully. Gingerly brushing your tears away, you stare at the grinning face of Sero before you, the tips of his hair slightly puffed up from the bandages on his eyes.

“Besides,” he quips, the curve on his lips turning into a mischievous smirk, “these bandages go really well with my Quirk, don’t you think?” There are chuckles bubbling up his throat, and before long, it turns into giant peels of laughter, his shoulders shaking on his own mirth.

“That’s not very funny,” you slap his shoulder in disbelief which only added to his amusement.

“Well,” he giggles some more, “I think it’s hilarious.”

“It’s not,” you huff, rolling your eyes. Then, your voice turns soft as you card a hand through his dark hair, gently pushing the tendrils back to place a warm kiss on his forehead. Sero visibly melts from your kiss, intertwining his hands behind your back to pull your closer.

He hums against your chin. “Close your eyes.”

“What?” You ask, confused.

He taps a finger on the base of your back with pressure, telling you to just do it. With a sigh, you do, sitting yourself comfortably. “What do you see?”

Your eyes fly open. “Sero, I swear, if this is a joke, I’ll－”

He pinches your back, and you retaliate, pinching his arm. “Just do it,” he practically whines, a pout forming on his face. Not wanting to reduce him into a giant, whining baby, you huff out an “okay,” and close your eyes again.

“Now, what do you see?”

“Nothing.”

He chuckles, breath fanning against your temple. “But you can see me if you want to, right?”

Can you, though? Behind the nothingness on your eyelids, you try to see Hanta, and soon there’s a smiling Sero in front of you despite your closed eyes. It’s soon followed by the rest of 3-A, and that one summer trip you all went to together is vividly splayed behind what used to be pitch black nothingness.

Sero nudges your shoulder with his arm, waiting for your answer. You accidentally open your eyes in surprise. “Y-yeah, I do. See you. Yeah.”

His smile is wide, as if he isn’t in a hospital, as if he doesn’t have a bandage over his eyes, as if everything is okay. “I can always see you if I want to,” he whispers. “I know your face, Y/N. I know how your eyes light up whenever you’re happy, or how cute that little crease between your eyebrows look when you’re irritated. When we watch those sappy movies Mina and Ochako always puts on, I can still see how tears build up on the corners of your eyes.” There’s a hoarse laugh from Sero, and you’re crying, because how can the world be so cruel to such a precious boy like him? He doesn’t deserve this.

“I remember everything,” he assures you. “This－” he motions to layers of gauze wrapped around his head, “this doesn’t stop me from still seeing the world the way I used to. Everything is still here. They’re never going away.”

There’s a hurricane of emotions inside of you, and you can’t pinpoint exactly what those are, but the most prominent one is your profound love for this man in front of you.

Sero meekly clears his throat. “So, uh, can you maybe like, I don’t know. Do you think you could give me a kiss?”

There’s an airy and teary laugh from you, and you didn’t bother wiping the overflowing tears on your face before gently placing your lips against his. The kiss lasted exactly two seconds though, because suddenly Sero’s hospital door was flinging open.

“Ahh!” Midoriya and Ochako simultaneously screams, frantically trying to cover their eyes with the handful of fruits and flowers in their hands. The rest of 3-A are behind them, and you don’t miss the way Kaminari is raining his eyebrows up down suggestively.

“A-are－ are we interrupting something?” Midoriya stutters, red in the face. You try not to laugh at the absolute horror on his face, but even if you will, your own embarrassment of being caught in such a situation with Sero is preventing you. “We can just come back another time! Maybe－ maybe－”

Midoriya is pushed aside by an irritated Bakugou, and as soon as he’s in, Kirishima and Kaminari quickly follow, and soon all of 3-A is cramped in Sero’s hospital room. Ochako is arranging the flowers on the table. Kaminari is playing with a red apple he managed to snitch from Midoriya’s hold. The room is bustling with laughter and voices, so unlike the sorrowful ambience when it was only you and Sero.

He’s busy chatting with Mina and Iida as you help Yaoyoruzu place the things they all brought for him, and Momo notices your frequent looks toward Sero.

“You’re so worried,” she points out, arranging the boxes Kaminari had haphazardly placed on the table. “He seems fine. Happy, even. You shouldn’t beat yourself about it.”

You heave a dejected sigh. “I know. I just. . . can’t help it, you know? It’s a big difference. I don’t know how he’s not fazed even a little.”

Yaomomo smiles at you reassuringly, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “He’s fine. You will be, too.” Then she’s off to Hagakure’s side, helping her put the three bouquets of flowers they all brought to four, tiny vases.

The loud laughter from your boyfriend and his two two closest friends who replaced Iida and Mina on their places catches your attention, and you find yourself walking over to them.

“Y/N!” Kaminari greets loudly, smirk widening when Sero clumsily grasps your hands in his. You scowl at the smug look on his face. Little did you know, Bakugou’s been looking at you the whole time you were with Yaomomo, and he watched you look back at Hanta eleven times with a worried crease between your eyebrows.

“Tell your girlfriend to stop worrying about you like you’re a fucking baby,” the blonde scoffs on the chair he’s perched on behind Kirishima. The scowl on your face worsens as the dark-haired boy beside you laughs.

“Yeah, I’ve been telling her that,” he muses, and you can’t help the fluttery feeling inside you from his smile. “And I don’t want you all treating me any less than I was before when I can see,” he grumbles, shoulders slacking. Midoriya sticks his head out behind the tuft of Ochako’s hair to yell a lively, “of course not!” which results in Bakugou rolling his eyes.

There is a chorus of agreement from the rest of the class, quickly followed by a startled yet gleeful scream when the door opens to reveal your adviser, Present Mic, holding two bouquets of flowers in his arms, way larger than the first three ones your classmates brought.

You can’t help the small laugh that bubbled up your throat, and Sero squeezes your hand. Maybe you should give Yaomomo and Hagakure a hand at arranging all these flowers.

more notes: i seem to write a lot faster when the setting is in a hospital room hhsjdkdkd why am i like this. i hope you enjoyed!

[alolowrites]

On The Run

Summary: Staying in one place was never a good idea. It was risky and only caused more problems for you. However, an exception was made for Minato—a city under Shinsou’s watch.  

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! I’m happy to share my sixth story for @bnhabookclub​‘s Hero Camp Bingo event. This story is by far the longest fic I’ve ever wrote. The bingo prompt I used was “Pro Hero AU”. This story is also part of the club’s Weekly SFW Prompt and the prompt used was: “I think I’m in love with you, and that terrifies me.” 

This story wiped me out. I think it’s because of the sheer length and the action scenes. However, I am very happy with this story. Hopefully you all enjoy it as well! 

Please note that the reader is a villain and there is an itty-bit of angst...

Word Count: 4.6K+

“Well, well, well…”

You were slammed against the brick wall, letting out a painful groan. Unfortunately, it was drowned out by the rowdy bar filled with boisterous drunk men. A large shadow loomed over your hunched figure, the raggedy boots stomping closer to you. One hand seized your jaw and forcibly made you look up.

“If it ain’t Vanisher herself,” he sneered, his mouth reeking of low-quality vodka. You almost hurled when his nasty breath hit your nose. The wretched stench of someone’s vomit flowing from the dumpster smelled better. Two of his buddies stayed behind him, their snickers echoing down the dirty alleyway. “You’re a pain in the ass to find, y’know that?”

“What the hell do you want, Takeshi?”

“Don’t play dumb with me!” His grip tightened, and you yelped; that’s going to leave a bruise. Takeshi’s face inched closer as you glared at the disgusting henchman. “Our boss wants all the money you stole from him. Down to the very last yen.”

“Aw! Is the old fella still holding a grudge on me?” You clicked your tongue like a disapproving parent. A playful glint flashed across your eyes. “I won that money fair and square. Not my fault he’s a sore loser.”

“You swindled him with those rigged poker cards!”

“A gal’s gotta survive in this world, my friend,” your voice was sickly sweet, but also dangerously cold. Takeshi growled as you cackled at his annoyed expression. “If that means playing a little dirty with suckers like him, then so be it. Now, if we’re done here—”

The air escaped from Takeshi’s lungs when your right knee landed a harsh blow in his groin. Without stopping, you snatched the arm holding you and twisted it with brute force; he howled, not seeing the swift kick that knocked him off balance. You needed to flee quick. As you dodged the other goons’ attacks, you immediately had a place in mind and extended your palm.

A golden circle started opening in the distance. Your legs were on fire like Ingenium, and your lips nearly tasted sweet freedom when a long, slimy tongue smacked your neck. You collapsed on the pavement, the bright circle fizzling away. An unsettling feeling brewed inside your head when you couldn’t move at all. Every muscle was numb despite your brain sending SOS signals to get up.

Fuck! I forgot about his paralyzing quirk.

Heavy footsteps shook the ground. You were rolled onto your back and panicked when Takeshi’s wild eyes shamelessly raked along your body. He dared to plop himself down, his sandbag like weight crushing you with no remorse. His chapped mouth stopped near your ear and snarled, “You ain’t goin’ nowhere. I know the boss wants ya’, but he’s just gonna have to wait until I have my way with you first.”

“Aye yo, Takeshi, guess what!”

“What?” He snapped his neck over his shoulder, annoyed at being interrupted. A dazed sensation overcame him, and he stayed motionless. You cursed to yourself when you realized who was responsible for this—Shinsou Hitoshi, aka Persona Hero: Mindjack.

“Get off her and walk toward me.”

Yup, it was definitely him. You tried wiggling your fingers or toes, but to no avail; you were deadweight and glared at the dark sky. If there was anything you hated more in the world, it was being a hopeless damsel in distress. A few minutes passed until you hear Shinsou’s light footsteps approach your pitiful state.

“Well, isn’t this a sight,” he snorted at your heated face.

“If I could flip you off, I would.”

“This is the thanks I get for saving your ass?” You averted your eyes, begrudgingly waving the imaginary white flag. Shinsou bit back a grin as he kneeled beside you, checking for any injuries. “But seriously, are you okay?”

“Why do you care?”

“I'm a hero. I make sure people are not hurt,” Shinsou answered sincerely. His hand lingered above your shoulder as violet eyes stared at you. The corner of his lips curved ever so slightly when he said, “Even if the person happens to be a villain like yourself, Vanisher.”

“Well, I’m fine. Just paralyzed.” Your muscles were still frozen. Shinsou hummed as he glanced at the three men sitting obediently by the dumpster. Their hands and feet were tied, Takeshi being the only one still in a daze. The other two guys were knocked out thanks to Shinsou’s precise attacks. You let out a relenting sigh, “Thanks for…saving me. Damn pig hit a new low for pulling that shit on me.”

“He’s a coward.” You were taken aback by the venom in Shinsou’s voice. Coincidently, your fingers and toes twitched, a small sign that you were regaining control again. “It seems that he’s done it before. I’ll make sure assholes like him are off the streets permanently.”

“For once, I actually support your heroic actions,” you grinned, your entire body waking up from the not-so-peaceful slumber. Pushing yourself off the floor, you rubbed the back of your neck and felt the tiny lump where Takeshi hit you. Shinsou offered his hand, and you suspiciously glanced at him. The underground hero gave you an exasperated look. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed it and Shinsou helped you stand up.

He turned away and reached for his phone. “I’m calling the police. You should get out of here.”

“Wait,” you stepped forward, a bit confused, “You’re not turning me in?”

“You were being attacked and used self-defense,” Shinsou shrugged as he made the call. A minute later, he hung up and went to tighten the knots on the ropes. You were skeptical, wondering if this was all a trap. When you didn’t leave, Shinsou sighed and peeked over his scarf. “Look, you had a rough night. Just this once, I’m giving you a pass. Don’t be an idiot by staying here until the cops come.”

“Hmph, fine.” You opened a portal behind you. The golden sparks lit up the dreary alleyway, and one leg stepped on the other side. You paused, staring at Shinsou and murmured, “I owe you one.”

Shinsou nodded.

You disappeared just as the police sirens rang down the streets.

༛༛ ༛ ༛༺༻༛ ༛ ༛༛

Staying in one place was never a good idea. It was risky and only caused more problems for you based on past experiences. From a young age, you’ve learned to fend for yourself while on the streets. Sure it was exhausting looking over your shoulders, feet ready to bounce if the scene got too chaotic. But you sucked it up if it meant avoiding jail or facing Mr. Death himself.

Neither of them was in your deck of cards called life. And your life was undoubtedly precious, so why waste it away in a rotten jail cell or cramped coffin?

You arrived at Minato City roughly eight months ago, and it was the longest time you ever stayed in one spot. Usually, you dipped by the second month, but that wasn’t the case for Minato—a city under Shinsou’s watch.

The first time you crossed paths with him, it was ironically in a back alley nestled in between two rundown buildings. You preyed on a rich salaryman with an unmistakable narcissistic attitude; he was an easy target, and it didn’t take long to get him stumbling over his feet. After knocking him out cold, you rummaged through his belongings until you sensed a shadow lurking in the darkness.  

Your eyes landed on the stranger’s bizarre getup. An air of mystery surrounded him thanks to his unruly scarf and metal mouth-mask. Stranger danger indeed, you mused while taking a step back; your survival instincts urged you to leave. The man quirked an eyebrow when he asked a question, and you foolishly answered it.

You walked forward despite your inner protests; it was as if you were under some weird spell—his quirk perhaps?—and you couldn’t break free. The stranger placed handcuffs on you and checked on the unconscious man. All your escape plans were useless until a miracle happened: an ashtray fell on your head. The glass shattered on the floor, and you let out an annoyed groan; you realized the mysterious spell was broken. Not wasting another second, you summoned a portal behind you.

“Neat trick, but I’m not a big fan of being someone else’s puppet!”

You disappeared before his scarf could capture you. The next day, you did some research on the guy and learned he was a pro hero named Mindjack, his actual name Shinsou Hitoshi. You blamed yourself for not brushing up on this information before arriving at Minato City, a rookie mistake indeed. He was trouble, and you barely escaped his grasp last night, yet you were intrigued by him. His quirk was unique, almost villain-like if he wasn’t such a goodie-two-shoes.  

Since then, you had some run-ins with said hero, whether intentional or not.    

At first, you kept your guard up around him. Shinsou taunted you to speak, but you hilariously whipped out a mini dry erase board in return; it amused him. He heard about you, an infamous thief named Vanisher who frequents the underground scene.

After two months of playing the cat-and-mouse game, you settled on befriending him; he grew on you with his deadpanned statements. One night you found Shinsou crouched on the roof’s edge, yawning as if he hadn’t slept in days. You smacked an energy bar on his head and shoved a black coffee in his hand with a perky smile. Shinsou was thrown off by your gesture, but threw a curt “thanks” your way.

It was an odd dynamic brewing between you both. Some nights Shinsou shared a quick bite with you, and other nights he tried, for the billionth time, to rein you in. For Shinsou, you weren’t a huge threat in his city, just an annoying thorn. He disapproved of your nightly shenanigans with a dry, “Stop stealing stuff from unconscious men.”

“Oh please, he’ll survive without his precious Rolex watch!”

You enjoyed the friendly banter, and you knew he did to by the mischievous glint in his eyes. Even his tone sounded playful, betraying the serious facade during his patrols. Of course, you trod the tightrope carefully with the lone hero. A small slip and you’ll fall. However, it was a risk you took every night for the last eight months. Besides, Shinsou was extraordinarily handsome, and the whole dark aura vibe suited him well.

He was the first reason why you decided to prolong your short stay in Minato City. The second reason was well—

“Hmmm,” you savored the gin cocktail, soaking in all the information with deep thought. The room was cramped and had poor ventilation. Your nose inhaled the musty odor lingering in the air, the stench making you silently groan. A single lightbulb hung above the round table and barely illuminated the man’s wrinkled face, partially hiding in the shadows.

“So…what do you say?” Mamba’s guttural voice broke the silence. Two grimy nails tapped the table as he watched your throat bob. You caught his tongue hungrily licking his lips. “Think you’re up for it?”

“A heist, huh?” You lowered your drink, and casually swung your arm behind the chair. “You sure your guys scoped out the place?”

“Down to the smallest detail.”

“Hmm…I want forty-five percent of the cut.”

He smirked, “As you wish. After all, you are valuable to us.”

“Well, don’t you know how to charm a lady,” you teased, crossing a leg over the other. “I’m in. I’ve been meaning to spruce up my dull routine. Conning rich suckers might be fun and all, but this heist sounds ten times better.”  

Mamba signaled for his drink. Your glass cups clinked as the deal was officially closed. He shifted in his seat and drawled, “A pleasure having you on board, Vanisher. You’ll be in good hands with my men. I give you my word.”

“I’m sure I will.”

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“Ready to go?” Voltage gruffed from behind you. He was an enormous man who stood as tall as an electric tower. Tiny sparks bounced in his yellow eyes. The stoic man was the driver, and he lead you to the back of the van parked outside.

The plan was simple. Voltage will drive the van to an alley that was close enough to the bank. Someone from squad B would shut off the entire security system to avoid alerting the police. You will then summon a portal that connects to the vault. From there, two men will slip through and break the metal door. They’ll pack approximately 100 million yen in large duffle bags, throwing them back through the portal.

It sounded easy enough…after all, that was the plan for today.

“Really?” You huffed, annoyed at the henchman man-spreading on your right. His twin sat across from both of you with an unreadable expression. Voltage and his partner, Benzo, ignored your complaints. Casting a glare at your ‘teammate,’ you snapped your head to focus on the road. That’s when you noticed something strange.

Benzo discreetly pushed aside his coat to take out his gun. It was common knowledge for criminals like Mamba’s soldiers to arm themselves despite having quirks. However, why did Benzo have a tight grip on his weapon now? You narrowed your eyes when Voltage took a left turn instead of right, fueling your suspicions even more.

“The GPS broken, Voltage?”

Silence.

And then…an attack.

You dodged a crystal dagger that came from your right. Only his hand was crystallized and you twisted his arm, the henchman howling like an injured wolf. His twin lunged forward with the speed of a bullet train. Your back slammed against the van at the guy’s sheer force. With wide eyes, you felt his vice-like grip crush your throat. The air was being sucked right our your lungs, and your fingers frantically scratched his skin.

Not giving up, you delivered three harsh blows to his groin. He stumbled back, but refused to let go of you. A growl escaped your lips when you kicked his ribs; with his grip gone, you charged at him, striking a pressure point by his neck—he was out like a light.

Out of the blue, Man-spreader caught you in a chokehold. He was noticeably weaker due to the injured right arm, and you took advantage of this. Benzo, however, shifted his body in his seat while snarling, “Keep her still! I’m gonna knock her out with this sleeping bullet! Viper wants her alive!”

Viper?! Damn it!

You elbowed man-spreader’s chest without stopping; an intense head-butt was your final move. Hearing the gun click, you swiftly used the unconscious stone block as your human shield to avoid the bullet. Tossing the guy toward the front, you activated your portal and rolled down the street. There was no time to think of a safe place, just that you needed to get out that hellish van.

A few scratches marked your cheek. The sound of wheels screeching against the concrete forced you to leap on your feet and run. You didn’t have enough energy to summon another portal, the fight draining almost everything in your system. But you still had some power left, and you’ll use it as your last resort.

For now, you settled on running the hell out of the van’s sight. Voltage and Benzo were hunters who wouldn’t rest until you’re captured. But there was no way in hell you were facing Viper again. Damn old geezer was still holding onto a deep grudge with that poker game. You gritted your teeth, the metallic taste of blood overwhelming your mouth. This might be a problem you couldn’t easily vanish away from…but it didn’t hurt to try.

All the buildings blurred as your feet pounded against the pavement. You skidded around the corner, the van right on your tail. A shot rang from a distance and you hissed; the bullet grazed your thigh. When you glanced up, your mouth dropped as a blue truck pulled out into the street.

Your only warning was: “Get out of the way!”

The driver, plus his companions, scurried like frighten mice when they noticed the white van dashing down the road. You slipped underneath the vehicle, but wasted no time staying on the floor. A loud crash roared from behind. You never looked back and arrived at a busy pedestrian street, bulldozing through the crowd.

Where’s a good place to hide?!

A piercing shriek ruined the city’s peaceful scenery. You peeked over your shoulder and screamed when an electric whip hit the lamp-post. The sudden attack made you lose your footing. More people yelled and rushed away from the danger, ignoring you in the process.

“I had it with this stupid chase, Vanisher!” Another whip crushed the window from a residential building. Voltage charged up his arm, the electric sparks spazzing out of control. He had you in his sight. “You’re coming with me, dead or alive!”

“Oh yeah? How are you gonna do that?” That wasn’t me…

“Why you little—”

Shinsou grunted as he lashed out his binding cloth to ensnare his target. Voltage’s power weakened once in a trance state, and the pro hero tugged the villain to the broken road. Shinsou kept the man tied up with his scarf, realizing it was the only thing strong enough to keep him immobile. You struggled to sit up. Shinsou demanded someone to call the police as he rushed toward your injured body.

“Hey, don’t move,” Shinsou gently held you in place. There was a purple bruise forming around your neck and a little bit of blood trickling down your chin. Shinsou frowned at what he saw. “What the hell happened?”

“Just got some bad blood with a sore loser,” you flashed him a crooked grin, the pain finally settling in. A cry for help interrupted your conversation, and Shinsou’s head snapped up. The building was on fire; Shinsou let out a curse. He couldn’t wait for other pro heroes or the fire department to show up. With no choice, he carried you away from the danger zone. “H-hey, what are you doing?”

“Stay here!”

Shinsou ran into the flaming pits of hell. You slowly rose to your feet, swaying back and forth on the sidewalk. Right now was the perfect opportunity to flee the scene. There were no cops or other pro heroes around, and Voltage was brainwashed. Yet, the deadly flames bursting through the shattered window paralyzed you. The only thing on your mind was Shinosu risking his life to save those people without any backup.

Damnit! Ugh…just this once!

You summoned a portal and stepped inside. The black smoke clogged the apartment, making everything harder to see or breathe. You covered your lower face and searched for anyone in this furnace. You stepped into another room, and your eyes spotted four figures huddled in the corner. Shinsou stood in front and tried thinking of a way out.

“Hey!”

“I told you to stay put!”

“Not gonna happen,” you shouted, opening a weak portal by the family. “Run toward it now! I can’t hold it for too long!”

The family escaped unscathed. However, Shinsou refused to leave without you. Always the hero, you huffed at his stupidity. Through your blurred vision, you watched as he trudged forward. Unlike you, Shinsou had his mask, which acted as an impromptu breathing apparatus. But it hardly kept the thick smoke from invading his lungs. You extended your hand, and Shinsou’s fingers stretched as if his life depended on it.

A cracking noise skittered across the ceiling with a piece falling on Shinsou. You screamed, jumping over a line of fire to rescue him. Your throbbing arms lifted the broken piece off the hero’s back. His pulse was dangerously low, and you slung his limping arm over your shoulders. The flames kept growing, consuming everything that stood in its path. If you didn’t act quick, it would eat you and Shinsou too.

Your hand created a portal close enough to where you both stood. The distorted golden ring fizzled, a sign that your body was at its limit. But you wouldn’t give up. Fives steps were all you need to get the heck out of here. The fire roared in the background, furious at your disobedience for trying to escape the madness. Except when did you ever listen?

You dragged Shinsou through the portal and collapsed on the sturdy sidewalk. The ring closed in seconds. Your lungs inhaled the delicious air with immense gratitude. You ripped off Shinsou’s mask and repeatedly slapped his stubble cheek. “C’mon, c’mon! Wake up!”

A cough made you relax. Shinsou’s eyelids were barely opened when he croaked, “W-why?”

“I owe you one, remember?”

The corner of Shinsou’s mouth curled, a gurgled chuckle greeting your ears. You stifled a laugh and rolled on your back, staying put until the emergency response team arrived.

You remained in Minato City for eight months. Another couple of days wouldn’t hurt.

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Minato City’s nightlife was buzzing with excitement, and there were no signs of stopping. People flocked to their favorite bars, hoping to let loose after a stressful week at work. Salarymen drowned themselves in alcohol and cigarettes without a care in the world. It was the perfect recipe for you to con another unfortunate victim, but you decided to sit this night out.

You gazed at the city’s beautiful skyline. The lights twinkled like precious diamonds on display at a high-end jewelry store. However, you admired the sight from afar since tonight was the last time you’ll see it. By tomorrow, you’ll be in another city to lay low for a while. Keeping yourself off the grid was the best option to throw off your scent from Viper’s nose.

A pebble rolled beside your boot.

“Surprised you’re not down at the bars preying on your next money target.”

“Not really feeling it tonight,” you yawned, sparing a glance at Shinsou. He was wearing his usual hero attire, the mask resting underneath his chin. It gave you a perfect view of his chiseled jawline. You returned your sights on the bright streets and ignored the fluttering feeling in your heart. You coolly remarked, “I see you’re looking well.”

“Injuries weren’t so bad; I experienced worse ones before.”

“I don’t know about you, but it sounds like you’re trying to impress me.”

A deep chuckle was his only response. You raised an eyebrow when Shinsou stood beside you, almost too close than the previous encounters. Your hand clenched inside your coat pocket. Tonight’s weather forecast called for temperatures hovering just above the freezing point. Yet, your skin was feeling hot, and it wasn’t because of the black wool keeping you warm.

“The police interrogated the guy who attacked you,” Shinsou shared, making you still for a second before relaxing. “Heard his name is Voltage with connections to the underground crime lord called Mamba. So far, he’s not giving anything up.”

“And he won’t,” you sighed, watching a drunk guy whistle at a woman who passed by. “Viper and Mamba: they’re brothers who control the drug trade in their respective territories. I guess someone tipped Mamba off that I was in Minato City, and he lured me in with a false heist scheme.”

You leaned against the roof’s edge. “If I didn’t think so quick on my feet, I probably would have been in Viper’s clutches by now.”

“You should speak with the police,” Shinsou ignored your loud snort and pressed forward, “If you cooperate with the investigation, they’ll help you. Maybe place you in a witness protection program—”

“Don’t be so stupid, Shinsou. This is a highly organized crime ring we’re talking about!”

“The police can protect you!”

“No, they can’t.” You raised a finger at the hero, wagging it as you predicted his next response. “And neither can you. Besides, I don’t need someone protecting me. I’ve lived my entire life fending for myself, and I know what I’m doing.”

“And how has that worked out for you, huh?”

“Pretty fine until I made the stupid mistake of staying here!” You jabbed his chest before growling away. Two hands raked through your hair as you paced back and forth. You stopped, shooting daggers at Shinsou. “Like I said, I got bad blood with a few people. I’ve done shit I’m not too proud of, but that’s just life on the streets. You do whatever it takes to survive, even if it means constantly being on the run.”  

You spun away from Shinsou, your back straight as a rule and body visibly closed off. Puffs of white smoke slipped through your lips. The wind chill was not very merciful tonight as it froze your poor ears. You closed your eyes and heard Shinsou shuffle closer, his presence growing stronger by the second. His hand was gentle on your shoulder, almost as if he didn’t want to frighten you with the sudden touch.

Your mouth clamped shut when he whispered your name into the brisk night. You clenched your hand tighter when he pleaded, “You don’t have to keep running.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Then why did you stay here?” You bristled at the question, and Shinsou noticed. “Why didn’t you run away like before?”

“Because of you.” Shinsou’s hand twitched at the answer. Releasing a shaky breath, you turned around with conflicted eyes. For the first time in your life, your walls were crumbling down—the same ones that shielded you from the cruel world since childhood. It was too late to take back what you said, so you choked out, “I didn’t leave because I think I’m in love with you…and that terrifies me.”

A feathery thumb brushed your cheek. You gazed into his violet eyes; they were striking, yet carried a sense of fondness you’ve never seen before. He never said a word, but you were under his spell. Shinsou’s warm breath caused your entire face to flush once you realized how dangerously close he was in your bubble.

He admitted, with a raspy voice, “I feel the same way about you, except I’m not scared.”

“You’re stupid to think that way.”

“So be it.”

Time slowed as Shinsou lowered his lips and pressed them against yours. The kiss was sweet. Gentle. Innocent. You forgot about everything that was stressing your mind out. All your focus was on his lips—they were incredibly warm and soft and moved in a tender pace. You reciprocated the kiss with a tiny smile, your left hand clinging on his scarf. Shinsou grinned at your impatient tug; you were always so demanding.

However, after months of inhaling his rich scent, you were eager to taste him. You weren’t disappointed when you caught the sweet blend of dark cherry and black raspberry sprinkled along his mouth. A fresh jolt of excitement traveled down your spine. Shinsou’s arm wrapped around your waist, securing you in place. For a moment, you did not want him to let go—you didn’t want to run away from this safe haven.

If only the circumstances were different.

“You know I can’t stay…”

Shinsou didn’t say anything. His eyes, however, spoke volumes of how he felt about your decision. As much as it pained him to do so, he loosen his grasp on you. A portal opened not too far from where you both stood. You squeezed Shinsou’s hand and gave him a sad smile, the corners of your lips barely reaching your eyes.

The golden sparks lit up the dark rooftop, and one leg stepped on the other side. You paused, staring at Shinsou one last time, whispering, “Goodbye.”

Shinsou nodded mutely.

You disappeared into the portal, going on the run once again.

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