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hahaifolded · 4 months ago

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The Siren, the Cook, and the Sister (2)

Sanji x PirateHunter!FemReader (Masterlist) Chapter 2: Remember Me (Previous) (Next) Summary: You reconnect with an old friend much to the dismay of a certain cook. Warnings: WCI Spoilers, Sanji being Sanji

“And your total is 30,500 berries,” said the tavern owner, handing the bill to a shocked Nami. “Let me take these plates real quick, and I’ll be right back.”

As the tavern owner went to the back, Nami harshly whispered, “What are we going to do? We don’t have enough money for this and the Sunny’s supplies.”

Usopp grabbed the bill from the navigator. “There’s only one thing we can do.” He ripped up the bill, jumped up, and yelled, “RUN!” Everyone else stood up, ready to book it out of the tavern.

However, before they could slip out, the doors swung open once more, revealing a dripping dark figure.

You had returned.

No way these guys were trying to dine and dash, you thought with amusement. Much to the Strawhats dismay, you and a white bag blocked the exit. You didn’t think you would see Robin and the Strawhats after cashing out on your most recent bounty. Maybe it was your lucky day after all.

Before anyone could say anything, the tavern owner returned, shocked to see unpaid customers near an exit. “Were you guys trying to leave without paying?” rightfully accused the woman. The crew turned red, gasping for an answer.

Realizing this was your chance to really talk to Robin, you decided to help the crew out. You activated your mask and replied, “No, of course not. They just came to greet me.” Your robotic voice caught the tavern owner’s attention. You gently placed your gloved hand over Usopp’s shoulder to hold him in place. He jolted, shivering under your grip.

“Besides, I got their bill.” All of the Strawhat’s eyes widened. You dug into your bag, grabbing the necessary bills plus more to cover the crew’s bill. Pleased by the payment, the tavern owner set off to clean, leaving you with the Strawhats.

“Thanks dude! Really appreciate it” beamed Luffy, patting you on the back, still unaffected by everything. It was evident that the captain was excited to see you again. The same couldn’t be said for the rest of the crew.

Aware of the tension, you smoothed out your cloak, thinking, okay, this is my chance. Play it cool. You cleared your throat and called out Robin’s name, trying to get her attention. She turned, but, before she could respond, a certain gentleman spoke up.

“Really, thank you… but if you don’t mind me asking, why exactly did you pay off our bill?” questioned Sanji. Your question earlier about Robin and now your random act of generosity made the cook uneasy. He couldn’t figure out what were your exact intentions. Any normal pirate hunter wouldn't go through all this effort to catch a bounty.

“It’s the least I can do for an old friend and her crew,” you said, quickly nodding at Robin. You knew that the cook didn’t trust you, a sentiment you completely reciprocated. However, you weren't going to let his uneasiness deter you from talking to Robin.

Wanting to ease the tension in the room, you shifted topics. “Besides, I think I have a couple of berries I can spare at the moment,” you joked, tapping the bag.

Nami’s eyes widened as she recognized the Marine logo on it. Dollar signs replaced her pupils. (Chopper jumped up to study the change.) “Are there really 300 million berries in that bag?” she uttered, reaching for the bag.

“More like 320 million berries, but yes,” you answered. You slowly moved the bag away from the girl, nervous that she was going to bite your hand off. You turned towards Robin once more, working up the nerve to talk to her. But, before you could act on your thoughts, Sanji cleared his throat. It just had to be him, didn't it?

Sanji continued, “again, why we appreciate your generosity, I think we all deserve a further explanation on this so-called 'friendship' between yourself and our dear Robin. So tell us, how do you know her?” You could feel the cook’s trepidation towards you. He looked at you with disdain. That absolutely enraged you. Although you understood his concern, he had absolutely no right in getting in your goal of talking to Robin and Robin only. It really is in their blood to make my life harder.

“Look, Vinsmoke, there’s no we here so why don’t you back—,”

“You referred to me by my…” interrupted Robin. She paused, trying to find the right words that wouldn’t send her to a spiral. “…alias in Baroque Works. Why?”

Your robotic voice answered. “That’s the name you used when we met.”

Zoro, familiar with the organization’s interest in pirate hunters, asked if you were a part of it. “Fuck no,” you growled, “Mr. 0 tried killing my sister.” Sanji and Zoro stepped in front of Robin at your response.

Realizing their assumption, you carefully continued, “No, it’s not like that. She’s not on my revenge list, trust me.” Fuck, I need to fix this, you thought.

You turned to face the archeologist and rushed out, “Robin, you... you saved my sister’s life and mine while you worked for Baroque Works. I don’t know if you remember that thief you helped escape from Alabasta?” You inched closer to her, and woefully continued, “since then, I’ve been hoping that I could see you again, and somehow re-pay the debt.” Your shoulders slumped down as you felt a weight lift off your shoulders.

Robin quietly stared at you as various thoughts raced through her mind. A thief and sister? I don’t remember helping anyone during my time in Baroque Works, she questioned, I was way too focused on saving myself. Besides Crocodile made sure I never left his side after the Marine —. The archeologist’s thoughts stopped as she remembered.

“The slot machine thief… is that you?” she quietly asked as she stepped towards you.

“Yeah,” you whispered. You couldn’t believe that she remembered you. Overwhelmed with emotion, you and Robin rushed to hug one another.

“I thought she didn’t have any friends before us,” mumbled Usopp. Nami swiftly scolded him with her fist.

Holding you close, the dark haired woman stroked your head. “I’m so glad you’re okay. I always wondered what happened to those kids I put in that ship all those years ago. I assumed the worst, but you’re okay… you’re okay." You snuggled further in her embrace, happy to see your savior again.

“Wait,” Robin gripped your shoulders and looked directly at your masked face, “where’s your sister?” Sensing her dread, you placed your hands over hers and confirmed, “She’s alive. But, I won’t lie, she’s…” You glanced at the Strawhats. You could tell that Robin trusted her crew, but you weren’t sure if you were comfortable with showing your true self in front of them. You looked back at Robin and continued, “come with me upstairs. I’m renting a room here at the tavern. There I can tell you more about my sister and everything over some wine.”

“NO! THAT IS NOT HAPPENING. NOT UNDER MY WATCH!” Sanji cried. While the cook was happy to see Robin reunite with an old friend, he felt uneasy towards you. He and the crew still didn’t know much about you and it didn't help that you used his family name. For all he knew, you were trying to use your past with Robin to your favor. I won’t let this man hurt Robin even if they’re old friends. She doesn’t need any more betrayal in her life, he thought, staring you down.

His watch? Anger bubbled within you. You couldn’t believe the audacity of this man in trying to dictate Robin’s actions.

“Last time I checked Robin is old enough to make her own decisions so why don’t you back off, Vinsmoke,” you growled.

Sanji opened his mouth to bite back, but stopped when he felt Robin’s hand gently sit on his shoulder. “I appreciate your concern Sanji, but you don’t need to worry, I trust the Siren.” Robin looked at the rest of the crew and continued, “you can all go back to the Sunny without me. I’ll make sure to be back before we leave tomorrow.”

“No,” interjected Luffy. Everyone stiffened. You even hesitated.

“Oi, Luffy, don’t be like that. Let Robin reconnect with her old friend. If she says she’ll be fine, I’m sure she will be fine,” said Franky. He turned towards you and gave you a thumbs up. I like this guy, you thought.

“I know she’ll be fine!” shared Luffy. He immediately slumped to the ground. “I just don’t want to walk in the rain!” he whined. Everyone eased up. Nami immediately scolded the boy for the confusion.

“Can’t we just rent some rooms here? Oi, tavern lady!” declared Luffy. Nami quickly shut the boy up, reminding him that their current finances didn’t allow for that. Luffy groaned in displeasure. Wanting to impress Robin, you stepped forward.

“If you all don’t mind, let me rent you some rooms for the night. I have more than enough to cover a couple more rooms. That way…” you nodded towards Sanji, “those of you who are concerned for your friend can stay close and also you all don’t have to walk in the storm.” Before anyone had a chance to refuse, Luffy happily accepted and yelled for the tavern lady.

Word Count: 1554

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Author's Note: Personally, one of my proudest chapters - really pat myself on the back on this one! I low key wished this was the first chapter but got attached to my previous one so oh well!

#black leg sanji x reader #one piece fanfiction #sanji x reader #strawhats x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #one piece x reader #vinsmoke sanji x you #black leg sanji x you #sanji x you

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hlficlibrary · 1 year ago

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✤ Coming Out Fics ✤

A series of posts with the top five fics of each category by kudos plus five more hidden gems from that category! Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find the library's other recs here.

- Top 5 H/L Fics -

1️⃣ And Then a Bit by @infinitelymint (E, 158k)

“We’d like to give the fans what they want.” Magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “We want to give them Larry Stylinson.”

Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.

(aka Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.)

2️⃣ led by your beating heart by @missandrogyny (E, 33k)

Nick leans over. "Oh," he says, his voice smug. "Who is that?"

Harry just blinks at his phone. "Um," he manages to stammer out.

"Who's that, Harry?" Nick asks again, but this time he raises his eyebrows and smirks. Harry knows Nick is just teasing, and that he's not really looking for new Harry Styles gossip, but, um. He might have found something. Accidentally.

Harry opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes out is another 'um'. He really needs to work on translating his thoughts into words. But then it probably wouldn't be any help right now, would it? His mind is as blank as a newly erased etch-a-sketch.

"Oh," Nick says again, this time gleefully, seemingly having picked up on Harry's distress. "Looks like we've got a story here! Are you going to call or delete her number?"

Her number. So Nick thinks it's a girl. Well, Harry can't blame him: 'Lou' is kind of an androgynous nickname. His stylist's name is Lou.

But this Lou, well, Louis, he's kind of, really, really not a girl. He's really pretty though, which, is something.

(Or: AU where Harry's in One Direction, Louis isn't, and they reconnect over a game of 'Call or Delete'.)

3️⃣ California Sold by @isthatyoularry (M, 123k)

Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever.

A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends.

4️⃣ Shake Me Down by @agreatperhaps12 (NR, 208k)

Harry's new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization.

5️⃣ Time Bomb by ThisSentimentalHeart (M, 291k)

“Why exactly are you here?” Louis asked, feigning annoyance and failing pathetically at it. “My publicist told me I can't go anywhere near you.” Harry said, eyes still smudged with last night's eye liner. “That makes you my favorite person in the world.”

Or the one where Louis has everything: a lead role in a giant Hollywood franchise, a glittering new house with an entertaining Irish neighbor, and a steady, normal boyfriend who he probably loves. Louis never expected to become a household name among young Hollywood overnight. He also never expected to find something endearing about the enigmatic rockstar who keeps showing up on his back porch.

HIDDEN GEMS:

💎 Caught In Your Gravity by @lululawrence (NR, 62k)

It felt like the blood froze in Harry’s veins even as he got a bit lightheaded. He hadn’t even made it two practices, only one of which he was remotely in charge of, without giving it all away and now he and Liam were both absolutely fucked.

“Shit,” Harry breathed out. “Who all have you told? Does everyone know? I thought I covered it better than that…”

“No, no,” Louis said quickly. "They’ll figure it out soon enough, though, because they’ll get used to you changing things up, but you’re only going to trip over your so called Americanisms for so long before they realize it’s because you don’t actually know fuck all about football.”

Harry sighed. “Yeah. I figured. I just need to bullshit for long enough to allow Liam to get the situation figured out from his end.”

“Right, which brings me to my entire point. I think we can find a mutually beneficial arrangement with all of this.” Louis leaned forward. “You need to learn the ins and outs of the sport incredibly fast. I can help you with that.”

“What do you want in exchange?”

Or, an AU inspired by a 30 second trailer of Ted Lasso that doesn't actually have much in common with the show at all.

💎 That Smile and That Midnight Laugh by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright (T, 50k)

Harry’s never noticed how lovely Louis really is. Maybe it’s just that she’s usually so guarded – a little tense, a little irritated, a little put out. At least when she’s at school, and also usually when she’s around Nick, which are the only times Harry has really seen her. Until tonight. Tonight Harry’s seen her with her guard completely down. Too busy laughing and enjoying herself to remember to be prickly, maybe. She seems different.

It feels different.

A Ferris Bueller's Day Off AU that picks up right where the movie leaves off, and imagines what might happen if Ferris' girlfriend and sister become friends. And maybe something more, too.

💎 some evening in springtime by delsicle / @eeveedel (M, 20k)

Fresh out of veterinary school, Louis moves to a sleepy small town in Texas to take over the local animal clinic. But his new life is quickly interrupted by a middle aged rancher with a bad leg and a mysterious past, who really needs Louis's yoga skills.

💎 still feel the same around you by momentofclarity / @gaycousinlarry (E, 13k)

Twenty-five years is a long time to fall in love with someone, to learn all the ways a person can fit into one's heart. It’s also an awful long time to lie to one of the most important people in your life.

The Act My Age Girl Direction AU.

💎 Glass Heart by @musketrois (G, 7k)

“26-year-old West Ham footballer Louis Tomlinson was seen getting acquainted with 24-year-old pop sensation Harry Styles and others. Although it is not unordinary for these two professions to be social, we can’t wait to see what this budding relationship will bring to London’s social scene.”

-Celebrity Blurb 25 March, 2017

#hljournal #hltracks #hlcreators #trackinghappily #1dficvillage #trackinghome #hlsource #musektrois #momentofclarity #delsicle #yeahalright #lululawrence #agreatperhaps12 #isthatyoularry #infinitelymint #missandrogyny #thissentimentalheart #comingout #ficrec

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miistymemorii · 2 years ago

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When the Morning Comes

josh kiszka x reader

summary: you and the GVF boys were the best of friends, until feelings between you and Josh came to fruition, and a series of messy hook-ups led to you leaving them behind. What will happen when, years later, you reconnect with your old flame? Will the flame rekindle, or burn out, leaving Josh to pick up the ashes?

Rating: E for Everyone

A/N and warnings: alcohol consumption, Angst (I am so sorry), non-happy ending.

You hadn't expected to go out tonight. You had made plans to stay home, open a bottle of wine, watch your favorite show, then pass out on your couch. Work had been keeping you busy all week, and tonight was YOUR night off. All of that changed, however, when your best friend had called, explaining that it was a necessity that you join the group for shots. You had rolled your eyes but peeled yourself off the couch, hastily getting into something nicer and heading to the location your friend had sent.

It was packed inside the bar, everyone excited for some Friday night fun. You squeezed past the throngs of already hammered people to the bar, where your already hammered group of friends were. They all cheered at your arrival, your best friend throwing herself at you and shoving a shot glass into your hand. `You shrugged and drank it, slamming the glass down on the bar counter and motioning for another, your friends cheering you on.

After a few shots, you felt at ease, despite the loud crowd of the bar, which, sober, would make you anxious or annoyed. You and your friends had moved to a secluded booth with a view of the rest of the bar. You were nursing some fruity mystery drink one of your friends had surprised you with when you heard a dramatic gasp come from one of the members of your group.

"Oh my fucking god, look at that guy!'

You didn't look up, scrolling through your phone instead. There were plenty of "hot" guys here, and you doubted any of them were noteworthy.

"Jesus, he is an absolute giant!"

"I wanna climb him like goddamn Mount Everest."

You were brought to attention by a swift elbow nudge to the side, looking up from your phone in annoyance. Your friend pointed across the crowd to the center of the group's horny attention. You scanned the people till you saw him, the supposed behemoth of a man that your friends were obsessing over. You felt our heart drop.

It was Danny Wagner, one of your childhood friends.

You sank a little lower in the booth, your cheeks heating up with embarrassment. Your drunken mind was suddenly flooded with memories that you had pushed deep, deep down. Your four closest friends in the whole world, and how one drunken sentence had ended everything.

You hoped he wouldn't see you, but, of course, he did. His eyes paused on you just for a moment, before he turned his attention back to the girl he was talking to. The look hadn't gone unnoticed by your friends, a throng of teasing "Oooo"s leaving them. Danny's eyes fell on you again; he something to the girl before he scratched his ear, one of his fingers oh-so-subtly darting out to point to another side of the bar. You knew it was for you, subtle hand gestured being the way you, Danny, and your little friend group had communicated in populated settings.

You muttered out some excuse about having to pee and scooted out of the booth, heading into to the direction Danny had disappeared in. He was waiting against the wall of the bar, near the bathrooms. A grin appeared on his face at the sight of you, his arms pulling you into a hug before you could even say anything.

"God, y/n... it's been so long..." he looked down at your, taking in how much you had changed since you had last seen him. "You look great! How have you been?"

"I... I've been good, Danny," you replied, a small smile on your face at his child-like enthusiasm. "How have you been?"

"I've been good too! Just still... doing the music stuff, you know?" He frowned a little, "You know... the boys miss you."

"Danny, please, don't-"

"Especially Josh."

You sighed, looking down. You hadn't heard his name since you had left him. You blinked away tears and looked up at him. Danny was watching your reaction, a frown on his face.

"Look... we're staying at a hotel across the street. Josh stayed in, Jake and Sam went out to some music store... you should really go talk to him."

You shook your head. "I... I can't, I'm sorry. I don't even know what I would say."

Danny pulled you into another warm hug, patting your back. "It'll be okay, I promise. You'll know what to say." He gave you a knowing look before bidding you goodbye with one last crushing hug.

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You weren’t drunk enough to go to straight to the hotel. You knew that there would need to be alcohol, a copious amount of alcohol, for you to have the balls to march up to Josh and tell him your feelings. You had no idea what you were going to say even though you had not stopped thinking about him since you left him. You kept replaying the moments before disaster, the bitter words exchanged, and the utter devastation of the fallout. After talking to Danny, you returned to your friends, instantly picking up any spare shots at the table and throwing them back. After an hour or so, the night was nowhere near over for your friends, but you had Danny’s voice in the back of your head, telling you over and over that things needed to be fixed.

You bid your friends farewell and exited the bar, the hotel Danny had mentioned quite literally across the street. Several deep breaths and you were off, navigating the fancy building to the room that belong to Josh.

You were a few feet from his door, your footsteps as light as possible as you contemplated running away. A million thoughts raced through your head, all of them Josh. You let out a small scoff, because of course, per usual, Josh was all-consuming.

You knocked and the silence that followed almost made you turn and run. There was some quiet shuffling before the doorhandle turned and the door swung open. Your breath was held in your throat as your eyes landed on him. It hit you all at once, the fact that you had seen him over the years, sure, but it had only been secondhand. Pictures, videos, none of that compared to seeing him in person again. All this time, but he looked exactly like you remembered. His eyes were practically popping out of his head when he realized that it was you, his lips slightly parted in surprise. Neither of you spoke, but it didn’t matter, because the silent standoff was ended by Josh grabbing your arm and pulling you into a tight hug. Your arms found themselves around him, and for a second, you felt like you were home. His head dipped down, his forehead finding it’s place against the crook of your neck. He had an iron grip on you like he was afraid he’d lose you forever... again.

After what felt like hours, he was the first one to let go, which broke your heart a little. His hands stayed around your shoulder for a beat too long. It made your heart race. You gave him a small smile. “You... you look good, Josh.”

You couldn’t take the look in his eyes. It was like every other time he looked at you before, with so much love and adoration (something you didn’t pick up on until it was too late). However, something was gnawing at you, that it was all just a front. His eyes drifted over you, slowly taking in the sight of you. “You look good too.” He cleared his throat, his hand nervously moving through his hair. “Uh, come in, please.”

He moved to the side, revealing the almost untouched hotel room. If it hadn’t been for Josh’s jumpsuit lounging across the couch and the suitcase on the bed, it would have appeared like the room hadn’t been touched. “Nice to see you’re still the tidiest member of the band,” you quipped.

Josh returned with an amused hum. He had moved to the small table near the fridge, decked out with various glasses and fancy complementary drinks. He held up a flute, nodding towards the bottle of champagne. “Would you like a drink?”

You nodded and studied him as he poured you a drink. He was standing straight, back completely turned to you, as if he couldn’t look at you. He looked completely stiff. You could feel your heart breaking all over again, years of distance and healing melting away. You sniffled and he whipped around, drink still in hand. You crossed the room to Josh, gently taking the glass from him. You both sipped in silence, avoiding each other’s eyes. After a moment, he quietly said, “Why did you leave?”

You sighed, looking up at him. His eyes were fixed on the content of his glass. “Josh....”

“Do you remember that day? Because I sure do. You were just... gone. I mean, we had seen each other not even twelve hours before. Jake said you had been crying over the phone... 3 a.m., that math makes it 4 hours before I came to see you. you had three hours... three hours to just... disappear. Erase yourself, or at least try to erase yourself from everyone’s lives. 4 hours, that’s all it took, and I thought you were gone forever.” He took another swig of his drink, quickly moving to pour more. He let out a humorless chuckle. “You were quite clever about it too. Deleting your Instagram, blocking everyone on your new one. You were always the smartest out of all of us.” He downed his second drink, finishing with a sarcastic, dramatic smack of his lips. Your eyes were blurry, and you felt a few tears roll down your cheek.

“Josh-”

“No, no, nope. I ranted to anyone who would listen for a straight year. All of that practice for what I knew I needed to say to you if I got the chance. You practically handed me this opportunity on a silver platter.” His harsh tone was unlike anything you had ever heard before. It paled in comparison to the sugary sweet velveteen voice he had reserved just for you. He began to refill his glass a third time, but your unoccupied hand shot out and stopped him.

“Josh, you need to stop-”

He ripped his arm away from you, the dramatic movement causing both of you to spill your respective drinks on yourselves. “No, you need to stop!” His eyes were slightly droopy, and you frowned. He was still such a lightweight. He set his glass down and pointed a finger at you. “You need to stop acting like you can waltz in here like nothing happened. You need to stop pretending you didn’t leave me all alone. You need to stop acting like you didn’t throw away damn near entire lives spent together. You need to stop acting like you didn’t hurt just me, but my twin brother, my baby brother, and my best friend. Hell, even Ronnie, Josie, my parents-”

You felt pathetic as you practically begged, “Josh, please-”

He held up his finger again. His voice had now lowered to an emotional whisper. “You left me. You covered your tracks, you lied, you moved, and you moved on. Like it was nothing. Like I was nothing. I begged you to not walk out the door that night, I was literally on my goddamn hands and knees. You didn’t so much as shed a tear, I almost let mine drown me.”

You swallowed, the lump in your throat becoming too obnoxious to ignore. A small whimper left your throat, tears fully streaming down your face. You made one last desperate attempt to grasp at your dignity. “You put me in an impossible position. You told me you... loved me.”

He threw his hands up in disbelief. “That’s it? Really? I said, “I love you” and you turn and run? No, no you’re better than that, anyone who has ever met you would tell you that.” He let out a humorless laugh. “I bet you never told anyone everything I said. I bet you never even said it out loud to yourself. I think you found a way to block it out completely, I bet you never even thought about it.” He held eye contact as he reached for his glass, filling it again. You opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off with his hand. “Big speech, gotta make sure my throat can take it.”

You watched as he took his sweet time sipping the drink. He smacked his lips again, then cleared his throat. He drew in a deep breath, closing his eyes. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and they were full of emotion. “There’s something I need to tell you, bug.”

You let out a soft sob. There was a part of you that was furious. But you were speechless, so he continued. He set his glass down, then reached and gently took yours out of your hand, setting it beside his. He took both your hands in his, his lips managing to curl into a soft smile. “Have I ever told you how amazing you are?” He didn’t pause for an answer. Instead, one of his hands moved to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “Who am I kidding, there’s no doubt I kill at compliments. Well, you’re amazing. You’re my best friend, the sun in my universe, the center of everything that surrounds me. I always know, no matter what I do, no matter where I go, you’ll be my home. I...” his face fell a little, his hands moving to cup your face, holding you gently, like he was afraid you’d break. Like he couldn’t believe you were real. Like this wasn’t real. “When we met, we were kids. And I am so fucking lucky that I got to navigate so many years into maturity with you. That’s what we both are now: mature. And I’ve been having... mature feelings for you.” He took a shaky breath. “I am in love with you. It’s been... years, I’m sure. I fell slowly but very much completely. Ever since you came into my life, you’ve consumed me completely. Honestly, I wouldn’t want it any other way. The burning I feel for you, it comes from the fact that it’s your name branded into my heart. It’s too much, and the more I think about it, the more it fills me with more love for you. I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. So, I’m here now, with the only person I will ever love, in every lifetime. I stand before you and pray that you feel the way I feel, that we harbored a love together.”

His hands dropped from your face, and he took a step back. His voice changed, back to the unfamiliar cold tone of before. “And then what did you say?”

You opened your mouth, trying to find the right words. You strangled for a bit before defensively, albeit weakly, saying, “I said a lot of things...”

His eyes turned dark. He tilted his head towards you a little, then scoffed. “Oh, yeah, you sure did. Don’t worry, I’ll refresh your memory. You made excuses. Lots of excuses, which, in reflection, made me think you had thought about it before. Which makes it all oh-so much shittier. You started with a what. I told you again, ever unwavingly, that I loved you. Then you said it wasn’t a good idea, which stung, but all that courage and adrenaline had gotten me wired up; I wasn’t giving up on love that easily. So, I asked you why, and then you really got desperate. ‘You’re always traveling’ and I said I’d always come home to you. ‘The fans will be pissed’ and that one I actually laughed at, because when have we ever cared about fans? Besides, back then we weren’t even that big. Then you got dirty. ‘Won’t it ruin our friendship? Won’t it weird our friends and family out?’ Honestly, I thought you were going brother-zone me, which would’ve probably ended things sooner, but you thankfully didn’t. No, and no. First of all, don’t act like you didn’t notice the stolen, knowing glances between our moms, the constant passing jokes between the guys, the way we spend all of our time together, go on dates, sleepovers, the works? You know none of them would’ve batted an eye. You knew that... you knew all of the answers to all the questions you gave me that night. You knew... and you asked... and you knew that with every question, I’d begin to doubt myself. We know each other better than anyone else in our lives. I know how you get emotional; you know how I get emotional... I was too blind to see how much you were running away from me. You used it all against me, you humiliated me. But that’s not all. I let you go on, asking your questions. Then, I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed an answer. So, I asked you if you loved me too. I didn’t everything you were feeling, I just needed to know. I waited for an answer, and then you said no. Now, I’ll admit, I got a bit dramatic, but hey, love makes you do crazy things, right? Makes you run over to your best friend’s house to apologize, makes you put together a messy speech on the back of a napkin about how said friendship could be repaired. Makes you bust out the spare key that had been given to you, nearly breaking down the door after a bunch of missed calls and unopened texts. Makes you run around your love’s apartment, ransacking the place. Makes you fall to the floor when you see the house empty, the only thing being a necklace with a sun on it. I remember that necklace, I bought it for your 16th birthday. We took shots together for the first time, I threw up in your bathtub. You threw up over me throwing up. That night, you were wearing it. You wore that and a green sweater my mom had made for you when were 15.” He was crying at this point. He looked down at his feet, sniffling. “I can’t get it out of my head. I threw myself into any other passion I had left. Nothing could fill the hole. Nothing could make me forget that night.”

He looked back up at you. You studied each other in silence, the occasional sniffle being the only sound.

“Josh...” your voice was hoarse with emotion. “I’m... so, so sorry.”

He wiped the back of his hand across his cheeks, wiping his tears away. “I know. I know you are. I’ve known that ever since you left. Sure, I was angry at first, but I never hated you, because I know you. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you...” He reached out and gingerly wiped at your tear-stained cheeks. “I know you better than anyone else. I just need to know... why?”

You turned away from him, taking a deep breath. You took a seat at the foot of the bed and Josh moved to lean against the back of the couch. There was a distance between the two of you, and it took everything in you not to pull him next to you on the bed. You crossed your arms, your chest already too-tight to bother if it got any tighter. “You didn’t finish your story.”

He blinked, his face furrowing in confusion. You could see him taking a mental misstep. “What?”

“You left out what else we said that night. What else you said that night.”

He scoffed and looked away, focusing on some expensive painting on the wall. “I don’t know what you're talking abou-”

“You put me in an impossible position, Josh!” You knew you sounded unreasonable by the slight shrill in your voice, but you ignored it. “you told me you loved me, that’s fine. I would’ve probably told you that I loved you too. Then you went on and... you told me you wanted a life together. You said you wanted to marry me, you said you wanted to buy a house together, you said you would walk away from the band if it meant that you could spend every day with me, I mean... you have to understand that it threw me off guard!”

“I couldn’t hold it in anymore, I needed to tell you, I needed to be completely honest with you!”

“I know that, Joshua! But you didn’t even consider that all of that, all at once... it just scared me.” You threw your hands up in defeat, the tears welling up again. After a moment you finished, “I don’t know what you want me to do or say. Whatever will help... I’ll say it. I miss you, Josh. I miss everyone. I can’t keep being miserable and neither can you. We both know we deserve better.”

He looked back at you with a sad smile. “I can’t just stop loving you. I never did, and I never will.” He took a few small steps towards you, leaving only a few inches between you. “I can let it all go. I’m sure everyone else can too. But if you missed me like I missed you, if you’re tired of not being together... then what else is there? What else is there to lose at this point. I just need-”

“I love you too, Josh.”

You weren’t even shocked that you didn’t hesitate. He had poured out so much emotion that night, emotions you felt too, but you had bottled up instead. He was right. You couldn’t take it anymore. Just like always, you two knew how the other felt. You had hurt him and yourself. You had been lying to yourself. You told yourself he would hate you because you hated yourself, but you could see now that you were just fooling yourself. There was nothing left to hide, nowhere left to run. Your hands reached out to pull him into a hug, but you hesitated. Just one last time. One last time to see if he’d pull back.

He didn’t.

Josh leaned forward a little and you wrapped your arms around him, his own flying to hold your waist. Your bodies both trembled as you cried against each other. The moment was emotional but didn’t last long.

“You smell like booze.” Josh mumbled against your neck.

You giggled against his hair. “I’ve been drinking all night. Plus, we both spilled that champagne on each other.” He hummed in agreement but kept you close. After a moment, you quietly said, “That shower got good water pressure?”

You told him you could stay the night, which of course he agreed to. You let you use the shower first, giving you some of his clothes to wear as pajamas. When you came out, you found him waiting on the bed, hands anxiously rubbing up and down his thighs like a nervous schoolboy. His demeanor settled when he caught sight of you. You had exchanged another long hug before he disappeared into the bathroom. You opened the minifridge, picking out two bottles of water and opening one for yourself. His shower was shorter than yours and he emerged with a grin on his face, his curls laying softly against his forehead. He held out his hand and when you took it, he kissed it, giving you a small grin. A happy one. God... you had missed them.

You both decided it was late, you should go to bed. He moved his suitcase to the floor and settled into the right side, holding out his hand for you to join him. You bit your lip as you crawled in beside him. Neither of you hesitated to melt into each other, your arms wrapping around his waist, his back to your chest. You took in a deep breath, inhaling the scent of him. Everything came back, years of memories and feelings you had dulled flooding your scenes.

You smiled against his hair, and as he pressed gentle kisses to every pad of your finger, and then to your palm, you could feel him smiling too.

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*9:45 am*

Josh woke up the next morning, the sunlight peeking through the hotel’s curtains. He rubbed at his eyes, shivering as he drew the blankets up closer to himself. His hands curled to his chest... but it felt wrong. Sure, that’s how he had slept for most of his life, but he wasn’t supposed to wake up alone, because he hadn’t gone to bed alone. He sat up, eyes searching your side of the bed, which was empty. He froze, his mind racing. He took a deep breath then slowly got out of bed, making his way to the bathroom. The door was closed, which opened a window of hope for him, but that theory was invalid when he pressed his ear to the door and was met with silence. The room wasn’t big enough to have anywhere else for you to be. Josh’s chest tightened, his heart dropping. He collapsed to the floor as one thought consumed him.

You had left him again.

#josh x reader #josh kiszka #josh gvf #josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka angst #angst #gvf #gvf x reader

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messinwitheddie · 2 years ago

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Dipper "Thank you for your time, Nny and for not trying to brutally murder any of us. I'm sure it was tempting."

Nny "It took every last shred of willpower I have. Nothing personal. You're ok as...people go. I just hate people-- in general. I know I shouldn't and I'm a terrible person for it, but-."

Dipper "All good, I do too. I mean, I hate being around people. Er, well, not even so much that, I just...I'm just awkward around people."

Nny "Yeah."

Dipper "Speaking of which, sorry for... how horribly everything went tonight. And uh, I'm so sorry about Grunkle Stan too. We're used to him and all his... Stan-ness, but-."

Nny "You don't have to keep apologizing for him. As excruciating as this whole experience was for me, I'm glad I went along with it. It was nice reconnecting... sort of. Stan was--is the WORST and I hate him, but, he's also the best and I don't. Never tell him I said that."

Dipper "I won't. "

Nny "When he told me why he was taking off I thought he was just messing with me or making fun of me like he always did. Then when he actually disappeared for Oregon I was so angry and hurt, I completely blocked him out of my mind for YEARS. Oh well. I highly doubt things would have ended better for me had he stayed or had I left with him. Still.... Guess the good memories are the most painful sometimes."

Dipper "I really REALLY wish he hadn't crashed our seance, but I'm glad I got to talk to him again. We really miss that crotchety old sociopath."

Nny "I did too. Don't EVER tell him I said that either."

Dipper "I know your time in this plane is almost up, so again, thank you for agreeing to this interview."

Nny "To be very clear, I DID NOT agree to be interviewd. This was a favor for Squ-- Todd. I didn't appreciate being summoned especially in the middle of summer. I didn't appreciate stumbling into a half dozen strangers setting up two studios and a small lab's worth of equipment in my living room. I didn't appreciate Todd putting me on the spot. I DID NOT enjoy a single moment of this."

Dipper "I know; you mentioned this many times tonight."

Nny "Ok then, so you understand there will be no follow up interview for any reason whatsoever. Don't summon me again unless it is of DIRE importance. At least never here again. My old house depresses me. Do you understand?"

Dipper "Yes. I'm deeply sorry for any intrusion and I promise we will NEVER disturb you again."

Nny "This is an extremely unlikely scenario because once we're "dead" again I plan to ditch him in a black hole or something at some point, but... if you ever summon Stan on Halloween or Summerween or whatever and I'm within range, could you extend the invite? I wouldn't mind a tour of the Mystery Shack."

Dipper "Really?"

Nny "Yeah, at least one visit to settle my curiosity. If it's half the fever dream nightmare-scape the Mystery Hut was, it will be worth all the painstaking social interaction. That, and it's a relief to see Todd surrounded by friends and family worth having. He always deserved better company than me."

Dipper "Oh DUDE, we're definitely dragging you through a tour on Halloween!"

Nny "Sshshshshshhh! Don't announce it to everyone. Come on."

Dipper "My bad. You're going to have a BLAST, Nny. We'll try to keep the guest list short for you."

Nny "Thank you."

Dipper "So um, do you have any questions for us or me before you go?"

Nny "... *sighs* OK. I'll bite. Why do they call you "Dipper", Dipper?"

Dipper *brushes back his hair, exposing birthmark*

Nny "Whu-? OHhhhh... Neat! I was expecting to hear some stupid frat boyish sex joke."

For context: Dialogue to an 18-years-later au flashback where a 21-year-old Squee supervises a 17-year-old Dib and Dipper's first ghost hunting team up.

Maybe if I spew out enough small scenes from my head I can make a coherent story out if this.

#jthm #gravity falls #the seance/ interview #nny #dipper pines #cringe fun :D

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casspurrjoybell-18 · 7 months ago

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The Vanilla Scented Rogue

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 24: Freed - Part 1

A S H T O N - B L A K E

He looked down at me when he started to speak before I could, surprising even me when I heard the words that left his lips.

"I'm going to let your friends go and all of the other rogues I've captured in my time as Alpha will be freed as well. I figured that if I'm going to mate with a rogue, I might as well stop holding other rogues captive in dirty old cells."

He looked as though he was ashamed of his past actions as he spoke, which made a pleasant feeling start to boil in my stomach. I was proud of the man that stood before me, proud that he could fix his mistakes and actually feel regret for what he did in the past. I enjoyed being able to see him change, to be able to see that he regretted capturing rogues and treating them like the scum of earth because if I hadn't been able to witness it myself. I wouldn't be able to realize just how much I cared for the Alpha standing in front of me.

I couldn't hold back the small smile forming on my lips as I digested his words, a smile slowly forming on his face as we looked and admired each other even more. I noticed how his eyes held a bit of uncertainty but still somehow managed to look determined at the same time. He looked at me with so many different expressions as he talked about letting the rogues go, the expressions showed regret, remorse, sorrow, disappointment, anger, uncertainness, determination and so many more.

"What?" I breathed out, hoping I didn't mishear him in the slightest.

"All the rogue wolves down in the dungeon will be freed. I'm going to let them all go, which means that all of the cells will be empty for the first time in years."

My smile immediately grew as I imagined how Aaliyah would look at the first time I saw her again. I imagined her running towards me before jumping into my arms, Adam standing behind her as he watched the two of us hug, smiling at me when Aaliyah and I parted. I imagined Benedict standing by my side, his arms crossed as he watched me reconnect with my friends. I imagined Aaliyah smiling at him, happy that I found my mate while Adam continued to be wry. I imagined the four of us living in the pack house contently, Beatrix still chasing after Clara. I imagined us all being happy, not having to worry about being killed every five seconds by a random attack.

"When are you letting them leave?" the question left my lips before I could even think about it, more questions only filling the rest of my mind once one escaped.

"What about Aaliyah and Adam?" I asked, taking a step back from my mate so I could focus clearly on the situation at hand without being distracted by his lovely scent.

"They can stay here with us right?" my voice was clear as I looked at him, the air thick as I waited for an answer I didn't even know if I wanted yet.

"Who?"

He raised an eyebrow as he looked at me, his eyes turning to a look of pure confusion and his smile slowly dying.

"The couple that was in the cell with me, they can stay here with us, right?"

"If they were able to stay, would you be happy?" he spoke slowly and quietly, looking at me with a look in his eye that I didn't quite understand.

"Yes," I answered immediately, my voice sounding desperate as we looked at one another.

"Okay then," he said with a nod, now needing to force the small smile playing on his lips.

"I'll let them and any other rogue that wishes to stay, stay here in the pack house. I'll also make sure everyone is okayy with former rogues joining the pack."

"Thank you for doing this for me."

My teeth were on full display as he talked to me, my body buzzing with excitement about being able to see and live with my friends again. I couldn't help but overhear a quiet set of words that escaped his lips, obviously being a sentence that I wasn't meant to overhear.

"I would do anything for you, even if it meant changing myself and my beliefs in the process."

"What?" I let out a breath of air, staring up at my mate with a smile that wouldn't be able to die for at least a few more hours.

"Nothing," he replied, smiling down at me, reaching forward and grabbing my hand.

He intertwined our fingers, our hands connected as he looked down at me.

"You ready to go?"

"Lead the way."

I grinned, enjoying the way he pulled me with him out of the hospital room that I've spent way too long in. The walk towards Aaliyah and Adam could only be described as dreadful to say the least. Pack members stared at Benedict and I the whole time we were walking through the halls, their stares sometimes hateful and other times curious. It was sort of how I imagine high-school to be like, people staring and whispering about someone or something they don't understand.

Benedict didn't seem to mind their stares or their whispers that we could hear clearly despite their whispering, he just continued to hold my hand as we walked down to the cells that held rogues that have done nothing wrong. The dungeon was colder than how I remembered when we stepped into the narrow long hallway holding all the cells. Cells were lined up in a row on the left and right of us, all of them being filled with sickly looking rogues that glared at the two of us. My eyes darted down to the dirty flooring when the glares just continued to get worse, most of their eyes turning a bright red color as we passed them.

They stared at Benedict and I with the same red eyes I still possess, their orbs filled with hatred as they glared at the way Benedict continued to touch me. I tore my hand away from Benedict's when we reached the end of the hallway, my eyes immediately darting to the two sleeping figures inside the locked cell. A wave of sadness rushed into me when I saw the two of them, their love as clear as day as they laid with each other on the dirt covered flooring, their bodies tangled together as they slept.

"Aaliyah? Adam?" my voice was quiet but was loud enough to wake my favorite girl.

She stirred before opening her pretty eyes, her thin body looking even thinner than how I remembered from the last time I saw her. I heard a hum leave her lips as she woke up from her slumber, still not seeing me standing outside of the cell as she untangled her limbs from Adam who was lying on the dirty floor. She sat up slowly, trying to run a hand through her tangled hair once she was sitting up beside her mate. She looked around the cell for a minute before her eyes caught mine, her lips immediately parting and her eyes narrowing as if she didn't believe it was really me.

I swear her eyes lit up as she jumped to her feet, practically running to the cell bars before wrapping her slender fingers around the bars. Adam let out an annoyed sigh when he noticed Aaliyah was no longer in his arms. His muscular body was tossing and turning before he finally opened his eyes, wanting to see where his mate went so he could make her come back and lay beside him. I continued to smile at Aaliyah when Adam finally noticed my figure standing beside Benedict's, his eyes narrowing slightly in confusion as he sat up.

"I can't believe you're here," Aaliyah whispered, smiling at me with watery eyes.

"We've missed you so so much, Asher."

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lunaxriax · 1 year ago

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Odd numbers for Happymeal.

distract me pls

1: Is there a boy/girl in your life?

*holds up a mirror to your face* Hi hello hey, look here please.

3: What do you think of when you hear the word “meow?”

Cat, naturally. Unless humans would start to meow all of a sudden.

5: Are you afraid of falling in love?

Maybe, a little. Not really the falling in love part but more getting hurt because of it.

7: Have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?

Yes.

9: Name the last four beds you were sat on?

Mine, yours and that's about it.

11: Honestly, are things going the way you planned?

So far, I think so yes.

13: Would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler?

Rottweiler? I mean a poodle is cute I guess, but I can't see myself walking around with a poodle.

15: Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?

Art museum definitely!

17: How long have you known your 1st phone contact?

For years!

19: Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes?

Oh god no.

21: If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?

Maybe? Marriage is something that needs to be thought about properly, not just dive in like that.

23: How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now?

Just one.

25: What’s on your mind?

Food, to be honest. I'm hungry.

27: What is your favorite color?

Green.

29: Who are you texting?

You!

31: Have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right?

More than once. It's not a pleasant feeling, let me tell you.

33: Do you think anyone has feelings for you?

Yeah, you do.

35: Say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you?

Yikes. That wouldn't sit well with me. And I'd be very petty about it.

37: Are you friends with the last person you kissed?

I might hope it's more than just friends >.>

39: Has anyone upset you in the last week?

Nope.

41: Where’s your last bruise located?

I think it was somewhere on my leg. From walking into something. Yes, I'm very graceful.

43: Last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad?

When I still lived with my parents.

45: Do you have a favourite pair of shoes?

Yeah, my sneakers. Very comfy. Doesn't everyone have a favourite pair of shoes though?

47: Would you ever go bald if it was the style?

I think I'd look ridiculous, to be honest.

49: Does your bedroom have a door?

Yes, every room in my place has a door but I never close them.

51: Do you know anyone who hates shopping?

I do. I love the spending money part but not the actual shopping part.

53: Are goodbyes hard for you?

It depends. Who it is and the reason for the goodbye.

55: How is your hair?

Pretty fabulous if you ask me.

57: Do you think two people can last forever?

I'd like to think they can. At least I have hope for that.

59: Green or purple grapes?

Green!

61: Do you wish you were somewhere else right now?

Yes, in your hot tub!

63: Where will you be 5 hours from now?

See answer above

65: This time last year, can you remember who you liked?

Erm, not really. I have a terrible memory.

67: Did you kiss or hug anyone today?

Come over here and we'll find out.

69: Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?

Yes. When I tried to reconnect with my mother.

71: How many fingers do you have?

Still have all ten of them!

73: How old will you be in 5 months?

75: Why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love?

Because things just didn't work out.

77: Are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago?

With some of them, yes.

79: Is there anyone you know with the name Mike?

Nope.

81: How many people have you liked in the past three months?

Just one.

83: Will you talk to the person you like tonight?

Yep!

85: If your BF/GF was into drugs would you care?

Of course I would.

87: Who was your last received call from?

You again, would you look at that.

89: What is something you wish you had more of?

Patience

91: Do you sleep with your window open?

When it's hot, yes.

93: Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?

I don't think so.

95: You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?

Now why would that be a problem. It'd be great.

97: Did you sleep alone this week?

Nope ;)

99: Do you believe in love at first sight?

I'm not entirely sure if I do or not. I guess it's possible? Though, I'm somewhat convinced you need to get to know someone a little at least before you can feel love for them.

#officerconners #( Jisung; replies )#// Thank you bb! ♡

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unsent-heartbroken-letters · 1 year ago

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in my dreams you love me back – june 14th 2023, 1:20 A.M.

i found myself daydreaming about a difficult phase of my life that will certainly happen at any moment probably without a warning, and in that nightmare i found myself seeking refuge in you. i imagined us reconnecting - it all started with you appearing out of nowhere, almost as if you knew i was going through a difficult time and needed your support. or maybe i was the one who went after you after such a long time, wondering if you hate me now, once again apologizing for everything, silently and desperately begging for your attention and affection, and you'd actually listen to me and give me what i need. then we'd talk again every afternoon and night, like we used to do in the old days. i would stay away from my other friends and not tell anyone, or at least almost no one (definitely not E because she would hate it, but maybe N or L), about you and me. if i had a girlfriend then (only in my dreams anyway), i would suddenly break up with her, making excuses out of my poor mental health. maybe she would beg for me me to stay but i wouldn't care, i wouldn't make the effort to leave or to continue in her life, because nothing about it would matter anymore. it's immature and silly, but you are enough. i wouldn't need anyone else as long as i had you by my side. i would give them all away if it meant i had the chance to stay with you forever. emotional dependency is perhaps the most dangerous drug i have ever known.and then, as i said, without realizing it, we went back to what we used to be. you'd be there for me every night, which is afternoon for you, and i'd be there for you every afternoon, which is night for you. or, since you're moving to Australia, maybe we'll have similar time zones and that will make this whole experience even more intimate. you, going through a hard time, away from all the people you love in a different country, and i, going through difficult times too. it's pretty much the same as it was before, only it's different. we are more mature, more hesitant, more aware of what is going on. we are afraid of getting hurt and hurting each other again. maybe i'll talk more openly about my romantic feelings for you, which i never did in the past. maybe i'm not that much of a coward anymore. maybe you're not that pure and naive anymore. everything has changed, but the magic is still there. i'm here for you and you're there for me, and that can never be different. the comfort and solace i find in you, and you hopefully find in me too, is the same.and now here comes the cruel part: i know this is just a dream. i know it most likely won't ever happen. you have a lot of other friends to worry about. maybe (hopefully) you think of me from time to time, but not enough to try to reconnect. my dream is not real... but that nightmare is. it's frightening to know that any day now i'm about to go through a terrible phase where my mental health is going to decline again, and unlike the past few years, you won't be there for me. i no longer have my safe place, my safe haven, my solace. i lost it and let it go. and this is still really hard to swallow - it hasn't fully sunk in yet. i know we probably won't ever reconnect. i know we'll never be friends (or more than that) again. and i know it's for the better. i *know* it, but i still haven't fully understood it... i don't know how to explain it. it's like i'm aware of that fact, yet a part of me still doesn't understand that this isn't fictional or just my anxiety acting up - it's real and it's my new reality.i don't know when my body and mind will be fully aware of this cruel, new reality, and i'm afraid of how it will turn out. for now, i allow myself to daydream a little longer. this is the only place we're happy together, and i'm not ready to say goodbye to this dream yet. along with the memories, it's the only part of you that's still alive in me, and i know i'll keep holding on to it for god knows how long.

#daydreaming #i miss u #💛

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bippot · 2 years ago

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Mini Me

Story Summary -> Of course Bob has a family. It was obvious. Phoenix knew that that and did everything in her power to ensure he got back to them. So, she had to meet his wife and son.

A trip to the Hard Deck gives his son a new fascination and his wife a chance to reconnect with an old college...friend? Boyfriend? Whatever, it doesn't annoy Bob at all.

Tags -> Family Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Parenthood, Established Relationship, Past Relationship(s), Hint of Jealousy, Spanking

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Phoenix knew Bob had a family. He hadn't said anything but she knew. His lockscreen was of a pretty girl with a little blond boy who had to be around six months old in her arms, the pair smiling at the cameraman in the way her mother and her would look at her father.

And up in the sky, he kept two photos in his station. That same pretty girl in a white dress resting her head on the suited shoulder of a very dapper looking Bob. Next to that was a sonogram.

It was clear. Clear as day. He didn't need to say anything.

Part of Nat wanted to somehow convince her backseater to go home, to not put his life on the line and ensure that he lived to see his son grow up. Especially after the bird strike. She wanted to grab him by the shoulders and yell, "Go back to your wife, you fucking idiot."

But she couldn't do that. One, that's overstepping boundaries. And two, it was Bob's choice. He could've walked away when he heard how dangerous it was. He didn't. Bob knew the risks so this must've been his decision.

Therefore, Lieutenant Trace made it her personal mission to get Lieutenant Floyd back to his family. And she did. After Nat sets her mind to something, she uses all of her focus on getting it done.

Once all was said and done, Bob found himself alive and dancing stupidly as Maverick and Rooster landed safely. In all the cheering and revelry, Bob pulled his friend into a huge bear hug, which was something she never expected, and thanked her profusely for taking such good care of him. Then they both just stood there like fools and laughed like loons until everyone eventually calmed down.

"Nat, uh, are you going to the Hard Deck later?" Bob asked as they waited to dock, nudging his shoulder into hers.

"Probably. Are you?"

"No. The second we get to land, I'm running - and I mean running - to see my wife. And Finley, my son." He got his phone out of his pocket and handed it to her so she could have a proper look at his lockscreen. "I understand if you'd rather spend tonight with everyone else, but do you want to meet them?"

Weirdly, outright admitting that he family was like a weight being lifted off his chest. It's not as if it was a secret in any way. He didn't try to hide the fact. Honestly, he doubted that his colleagues would care one way or another.

But now? After everything they'd been through together, he knew Phoenix cared. She wouldn't show it on the surface, but he could read between the lines. They were more than coworkers. They were friends now, and friends that ensured the other's survival. And while it was unlikely either of them ever talked about their feelings, they understood. They were there for each other, no matter what.

"You know I'm going to hit on your wife, right? She's hot," Nat teased him, laughing when he pretended to punch her.

Her voice got softer as she focused on little Finley. "He looks like you. Has the same eyes, same hair..." she murmured.

She saw Bob watching her, too, with a softness in his eyes. A longing to be back with them. To be holding his family again.

A tiny pair of hard plastic specs were placed on the boy's nose in the photo, causing Nat to tease, "Same eyesight, clearly."

"Finn sure looks like me, but he's chatty like Y/N, not that he can speak yet. He tries, and he tries an awful lot."

A chuckle escaped Bob's lips as he thought about the happy sounds of his son's babbling.

"And be warned, he will attempt to bite your nose. We don't know why. Every new person he meets, one second he's sitting quietly, the next, he's up on his feet and trying to take a nibble at their snout."

"Weird," Nat hummed in amusement.

Just as Bob said, as soon as they docked and could see their families, he drove them to the apartment his family stayed in whilst he was in Fightertown. The second the front door was open, a very distinct batch of high pitched giggles and the clumsy pitter patter of two tiny feet coming towards the aviators could be heard.

Finley, armed with a tiny fistful of 'Welcome Home' balloons, bounced towards his father and launched himself at Bob's legs. Bob dropped his backpack and scooped the baby up and gave a big squeeze.

"Hey, big guy!" he greeted cheerfully, kissing the top of Finley's head. The small boy looked up at him through his glasses and bumped his nose against his father's. "These balloons for me? Or are they for Phoenix?"

"So this is Phoenix?" Y/N chirped as she leant against the kitchen doorframe, looking down into the foyer with a huge smile. She pushed off to join them and immediately offered Phoenix a hug, which was accepted without hesitation. "Lovely to meet you. I've heard so much about everything you do, he tells me over dinner how you keep him in check."

Sincerely, as sincerely as she could make it, Y/N took Nat's hand and gave it a squeeze. "Thank you for taking care of my Bo."

Natasha smiled fondly before nudging Bob and jeering, "Bo, huh?"

"Shut it."

"You wouldn't believe my surprise when I found out that this dork has a supermodel for a wife," Nat flirted with a knowing smirk. Bob chuckled and shook his head in disbelief as Y/N waved off the compliment with a loud snort, but there was no denying how her cheeks grew a little pinker.

"Do you two want me to give you some space? I'll just step into the other room so I don't have to get cucked right in front of my and my son's eyes," Bob joked as he looked between the pair, swaying his son in his arms in long soothing motions. He beamed at his wife and asked, "Am I going to get some lovin' or what?"

Dropping Nat's hand after a quick pat on her knuckle, Y/N stood on her tiptoes to give Bob a chaste kiss on his lips. "You're gonna get plenty of lovin'," she promised, grinning cheekily and mimicking his accent.

Every time his parents kissed, Finley felt the need to get in there and surged his head forward. And, like usual, he fully headbutted the pair. It had happened so many times, yet the couple were never ready for it and both let out groans of pain and annoyance as he made contact, only to laugh afterwards.

"Oh, I missed ya too, munchkin," Bob cooed before gently putting Finley back on the floor. The tyke quickly ran into the living room, his father's balloons still in his hand, and began climbing onto the couch where his toys were eagerly waiting for him.

"That happens way too often," Y/N told Nat, smiling as she placed a kiss on the point of injury on Bob's nose. "How do you take your coffee, Phoenix?"

There was an ease of domesticity to their interactions which Phoenix found utterly captivating and adorable. She wasn't used to it. She wasn't used to casual affection, intimacy, even. Not from anyone, really. Her upbringing had been rather strict with its rigid social expectations as a lot of military families happen to be. Her parents never did anything casually and it felt odd to feel so relaxed in a home she'd never stepped foot in before.

"Black. One sugar."

As Y/N disappeared into the kitchen, Natasha looked around the apartment, her gaze stopping on one of the many frames lining the walls. A prom picture of very young and nervous looking Bob had his cheeks being teasingly pinched by Y/N, his face scrunched up as she laughed at him, was the first she really noticed.

Next to that an image of the pair when they were even younger, six, maybe seven. A wide grin stretched across tiny Bob's face as he posed in a fighting stance, clad in his Halloween costume, which was the blue power ranger - next to an equally fierce Y/N as she posed as the pink ranger next to him.

"Childhood sweethearts, huh?"

Bob nodded as he watched his son playing with his toys in the corner of his eye. "Yeah, I've been in love with Y/N since I knew what love was, probably even before that," he confessed with a chuckle. His smile grew even softer as he added, "Took a while for me to tell her, and I mean a while. Two and a half decades, actually."

Natasha raised an eyebrow at him. "Two whole decades?!" she repeated in disbelief.

"I'm a nervous guy, okay?"

The aviators had a laugh at his expense, but had to cut it short as Bob quickly had to walk over to Finley to get him to stop trying to eat the corner of the coffee table. "What are you doing, you little freak?" Bob jeered at his boy, swooping him up in his arm and tickling him in retaliation until he let out a squeal of laughter. "Ahh, you're lucky I love you, little freak."

Finley reached his little hands out for his dad, trying to grab the fabric of his shirt as he wriggled desperately against Bob's grasp to escape the tickle attack. He was completely oblivious to Nat's amused expression as she observed the scene unfolding before her.

"I think he was born to be a dad," Y/N said as she appeared beside Nat with two cups of Joe in hand. She handed one to Natasha with a fond smile on her face, beaming as Bob began blowing raspberries on Finn's stomach. The little boy was practically hysterical as he kicked his legs frantically.

Y/N couldn't help but giggle as she watched Bob, and then turned to look at Nat, who was shaking her head in silent laughter at the scene. "Yeah, he seems to be pretty good at the whole thing," Nat agreed softly. She held the hot mug between her hands and brought the rim to her mouth to take a sip, sighing appreciatively as she felt warmth spread through her body.

After the day both Nat and Bob had, they needed any sort of comfort.

"Go, sit, sit," Y/N encouraged with a gesture of her hand and moved to place her coffee down on the coffee table. Then, almost like magic, she reached into her back pockets to retrieve two juice boxes, cooing as she held them both out to Bob, "One for Finley. And the other for dada."

Father and son looked identical as they slurped on their juice, side by side, and Phoenix almost thought Bob had been dolly the sheeped. It was spooky how similar the two looked, but it was definitely more on the cute side of things.

It was like Y/N knew that talking about the mission and everything it entailed would be distressing. The aviators needed some time to cool off before they had to deal with the fact that, yes, they could've died today. Watching a cute little baby was the best way to do that, it seemed.

Once he was finished with his juice, Finley finally noticed that Nat was there. He dramatically showed that he'd finished his drink to his mother and, in the process of looking at the other sofa, saw that there was another person there. A new person. A person he'd never seen before. A stranger.

Someone who was watching them with a warm smile. A friend, obviously. A gasp escaped Finley's lips as he put down his empty juice box on Bob's lap and scrambled down to the carpet so he could run at Phoenix, his excited squeals filling the room as he threw himself at her knees.

"You're definitely not as shy as your papa," she joked, lifting the boy so he could sit on the sofa next to her. He didn't stay seated for long and jumped up to stand on her thighs and rest his chin on her shoulders, gazing at the new girl with big curious eyes.

"Nose bite in 3...2...1," Y/N counted, and as both parents expected, Nat was promptly nipped on the tip of her nose by an eager child, giggling happily. Nat laughed as she rubbed the area.

"You little menace!" she whined playfully, giving Finn a playful tickle behind his neck and earning a delighted shriek, making him roll on the cushions as he laughed loudly.

Watching his new best friend interact with his son, Bob let out a happy sigh and placed his head against Y/N's shoulder. She gave him a loving peck on the temple and let her cheek fall to his hair. They sat quietly for a moment or two, enjoying the quiet atmosphere, each lost in their own thoughts.

Then, Natasha's phone made a noise. A ringtone that made it very clear who was calling her. The distinct sound of cockerel blared from her cell.

"Rooster?" Bob asked, raising his eyebrows questioningly.

"Yeah, mind if I take this?"

"Go for it."

Getting up and away from the boy seemed to be a task, but when Y/N cooed, "Finn...Finn, baby, what's mama got here? Is it chocolate?" Nat was free since, all of the sudden, the boy shot out of his seat and immediately rushed towards her. She lifted him onto her lap and reached for the mostly eaten packet of chocolate buttons they kept on the coffee table for moments like this, moments they needed something to bribe with.

"Does daddy get any?" Bob pouted in a fake pout, leaning forward slightly and resting his elbows on his thighs as he looked between his wife and son. Finn just grinned at him as he stuck his hand into the packet, offering one button to his father and intending to eat the rest for himself.

Bob took the treat and popped it into his mouth without hesitation as Y/N shook her head with a light blush. Finley looked up at her curiously, as if he was asking if she wanted a button too.

"Can mommy have a button?"

A chocolate button was soon being squished at her mouth, much to Finn's delight, as Y/N chuckled softly and accepted the offer. "Good boy, you're so good at sharing," she praised before she pressed a quick kiss to Finn's forehead and passed the packet back over to Finley who immediately started stuffing his face with the remaining sweets.

All too soon, the chocolate had run out and Finley was not happy about that at all. Y/N could tell just by his face that he was seconds away from crying, so she gently lifted him so he was resting his head against her shoulder and swayed them slowly together in a soothing rhythm.

Nothing in the world beat the sight of his family to Bob.

Before the baby came along, the couple would usually be already in bed and up to less innocent things. It always went that way. Bob would get home and immediately throw Y/N over his shoulder and carry her upstairs. Now that would have to wait until their son was firmly asleep.

Yet, Bob was completely fine with that. He'd hold out for a few hours if that ensured he got to see Finley's happy little smile.

"Rooster heard the words 'baby Bob' and demanded that I try to convince you guys to come with me to the Hard Deck," Phoenix explained as she returned, slipping her phone into her back pocket as she moved to sit back down.

Y/N glanced over at her husband as if to say 'up to you' and Bob nodded with a hearty, "Why not? Rooster gets whiny when he doesn't get his way."

"You should've seen him the other day when Maverick beat him at darts again," Natasha told him as she sipped from her coffee cup and glanced around. "He played a Wham! medley on the piano because he knows Pete is not their biggest fan."

And that was one of Brad's tamer days.

"Wanna go see Rooster, bud?"

Even though he had no idea what the hell a Rooster was, Finn nodded at his father.

After gathering a quick necessities bag and Bob ensuring that the car seat was in fact placed properly - which was something he did every car ride and found the same result every time - the squad was making their way to the bar. Nat had to be relegated to the backseats, a rare thing when it came to her and Bob, and she couldn't help but feel awkward when the child locks ensured that Y/N had to open her door for her.

Bradley was eagerly waiting for their arrival. He was good with children and he knew it. So was it any surprise that the moment Finley saw the Hawaiian shirt clad pilot, he was thoroughly starstruck? No, it wasn't.

"Who is this little dude?" Rooster chirped from his seat at the piano bench, waving his hand towards Finley as the kid approached him with his arms opened wide to give a tight hug. Once Rooster received him, he swooped Finn up into his arms. "Hi baby Bob."

Finley smiled brightly, babbling away with a smile as he clung onto Rooster's shirt, his small fists holding onto it tightly. The three other adults were waiting for the inevitable nose bite, but it never came. No, the young blond just stared up at Rooster with sparkling blue eyes, staring at him like he was a superhero.

"Finn, this is Rooster, you know like the -" Bob was interrupted.

"Wroo."

Honestly if it hadn't been so cute, Bob and Y/N would've been jealous. There had been no Mama. No Dada. But there had been a Roo. Finley's first word honour had been given to Bradley, a man he'd just met over his parents. Children are so ungrateful sometimes.

Rooster cheered and playfully waved Finn's arms about in celebration, while Finley giggled excitedly. "That's it kid, I'm Roo. Can you say it again?"

"Wroo!" the little boy cheered, causing a laugh to escape from the others.

"Well, he's clearly found his favourite person," Y/N joked, teasingly elbowing Bob in the ribs. He pretended to be hurt at first, but he couldn't stop smiling and brought his wife into his arms, giving her a kiss on the temple as they observed as Bradley placed the boy on his lap and his hands over Finn's so he could guide him to play the piano.

Just like that, every woman in the surrounding area let out a collective "Aw" as the pair started playing a soft tune.

"Bradley is definitely getting laid tonight," Nat teased as her eyes drifted from woman to woman, all of whom were drooling over the pilot who was clearly a big fan of kids.

And to rile her husband up, Y/N whispered in Bob's ear, "Robert is definitely getting laid tonight too," and felt as a sly hand made its way down to rest on her ass, giving her a small slap as he tried to keep his face as neutral as he possibly could.

One song turned into two, three. Finn just kept wanting more and more, so Y/N offered, "Want a beer, I'll drive home?" as she knew they could be there for a while.

"You sure, darlin?"

"Have fun, baby. You deserve it." Bob kissed her on the lips tenderly. "What does Phoenix and Rooster drink?"

With everyone's orders, she made her way to the bar and ordered, but she never would've guessed to see someone she recognised there. Y/N happened to glance over her shoulder as she waited for the drinks and saw one of her college buddies.

Buddies? Were they buddies? Is that what they were? Y/N honestly had no idea what they were. Fuck buddies who hung out a lot and did more than sex but refused to say that they were anything more than that.

"Hey Seresin!"

Jake had to do a double take. One second he was about to pocket a ball and the next he was being called at by Y/N L/N, someone he hadn't seen in years. "Well, well, well, Y/N, how are you still so fine after all these years?" he greeted with his signature grin, placing the bottle of been nursing down on the bar so he could give her a hug.

"Ah, still a charmer I see."

"No amount of time can stop me from being me, and you! And you, you're lucky to be the object of my affection. Come on, it will be old times!"

Clearly, he was still the same Jake. Y/N brushed him off with a laugh and changed the subject, "I'm guessing you're a pilot now. How was the big, very secret mission?"

Penny arrived with Y/N's drinks and was thanked before Y/N gestured to what Jake was drinking, "Want another?" and placed another bottle in front of him. As Y/N went to pay, Jake caught a glimpse at her left hand. Shit. She was married? Oh well, his celebration plans went out the window.

"How'd you know about the mission?" He glanced at her curiously, bringing his bottle to his lip and took a swig.

"My husband."

"What?"

"Yeah, my husband flew. Actually, he didn't do the flying bit. Phoenix did."

Weird. Cause Phoenix flew with Bob. And... and... and that would make Bob... the penny dropped for Hangman and he had a million questions.

"Baby on board? Baby on board is married to you? That's - that's so fucking weird. I've fucked someone Bob has?!? And he married you? And you married him?"

Snorting, Y/N added, "And we have a kid."

"And you have a KID?"

"Uh huh."

"When did that happen?"

"Finn will be a year old in a month."

Like he'd been summoned, Bob came to see what the commotion was all about. He'd seen Hangman come up to his wife and expected her to send him packing within two seconds, but they seemed to know each other.

"Everything alright?" Bob asked, glancing between his wife and Hangman, who was looking absolutely flabbergasted.

"You didn't tell me you knew Jake Seresin, Bo," Y/N replied as she gave Bob a light slap on the arm.

"Bo? Bo! He's Bo? Robert Floyd is Bo your best friend from back home? Wait! This is your husband?" Pieces of information that she told him so long ago clicked into place. This was Bo, the boy who had her heart.

"Yeah," Y/N grinned.

The look on Hangman's face was pure disbelief. "What is going on? You and him?!?"

Bob glanced over at Y/N in confusion, not understanding what was happening here. "Bagman, the fact you can't believe Y/N would ever go for me is kinda insulting, really."

Jake scoffed as he shook his head in amusement, leaning against the counter to prop himself up. "It's a small world, Bobby." A mischievous grin appeared as he inquired, "How's it feel knowing we have dated the same girl? You should feel honoured."

Horror flashed across Bob's face. He shifted his gaze to his wife, who just shrugged. "College," she muttered, more to herself than anyone else.

"College," Jake confirmed.

Now it was Bob's turn to ask, "You and him?!? Baby, I thought your standards were higher than that." He waved his hands in the general direction of Jake.

Y/N had to hold her laugh back. It was rare that Bob ever got jealous, but the fact that he was annoyed because he didn't think Jake was good enough for her was amusing.

"What? He was an older and more experienced handsome guy that, for some reason, took an interest in me, is that a crime?" she retorted, the humour evident in her voice.

"Yes!" he exclaimed.

"Now I'm feeling insulted," Jake added, pouting slightly as he rested his chin on top of his hands.

Chuckling, Y/N handed Bob some bottles from the counter and encouraged, "Come on, Phoenix is probably waiting on her drink," pushing him in the direction of the piano, only to look over her shoulder and offer, "Hey, wanna meet our son, Seresin?"

Hangman happily agreed, an attempt at being nonchalant attempting to pass his lips only to be replaced by an enthusiastic "Hell yeah."

Though it was tough to get Finley to notice anyone but Rooster, he did eventually meet Jake and was promptly lifted onto his shoulders to show off. "There we go, give me a lay of the land. See any babes that your uncle Jakey would be into?" Hangman cooed as he gently pushed Finley's chubby fingers away from his face and took them into his hands so he could hold onto them to move them rhythmically.

Wrapping her arms around Bob's neck, Y/N laughed at how he still had a slight pout, teasing, "Bo, my love, you're so cute when you're grumpy," and kissed his cheek, which prompted her husband to wrap his arm around her waist and hold her closer to him.

"Baby, I'm still caught up about the fact that you didn't tell me about you and Hangman," he whined.

"I did."

"No, you didn't. I think I would've remembered that, darlin'."

Smiling, she looked at the man she loved so much and rolled her eyes. "I've told you about Jake from college so many times," she explained and let her fingers tenderly brush through the hair at the nape of his neck.

She had. But hadn't put together that Jake from college was fucking Jake Seresin until that very moment.

"Hangman was the one who walked you to class every day?"

"Yeah, until he dropped out halfway through his last year because his mother was sick and he needed to take care of her." Y/N chuckled softly. "I don't know what he's done to make you think otherwise, but the Jake I knew, he was sweet and kind underneath all that frat boy shit."

Bob observed Jake and how he interacted with Finn. The little boy was tugging on Hangman's hair like Remmy with Linguini, each time he pulled the left strand, Jake would veer to the left and vice versa. It was rather cute to watch, and it made Bob realise that, as much as he hated to admit it, maybe Hangman wasn't so bad.

"Why'd you always have to be right?" Bob sighed, but let a small smile take over his face as he peppered her cheek with kisses, each longer than the last, until he finally pulled back and said, "Don't use that against me next time I'm all pouty."

Y/N hummed as she leant in close to him and gave him a soft peck on the lips. "Oh yeah? But I am always right," she murmured playfully, pulling back slowly until he was met with her stare.

"Course you are, honey," he whispered, running his finger along her chin and making sure their faces weren't too far apart, before leaning forward and capturing her lips once again in a kiss that was a little too passionate to happen in public.

They both pulled away when they heard Finn start babbling for attention. "What'd he say?" Hangman grinned.

"Wroo!" Finney shrieked excitedly, pointing at Rooster, who was in the process of talking to a beautiful lady but turned as soon as he was called and politely excused himself to take the boy from Jake's arms.

"That's going to become a problem," Bob joked, but there was truth to his words.

Just like his pa, Finley had a habit of fixating on things. Lego. Paw Patrol. Chocolate buttons. And now, Bradley Bradshaw.

Eventually, it became clear that his evening of meeting so many people began to tire Finley out as his eyes started to droop and his head dropped to rest against Rooster's chest. "I think you better get my BFF to bed," Brad whispered to Bob, earning a nod of agreement from him.

"Okay, bud, you tired?" Bob asked as he hoisted Finley up onto his hip. Finley nodded sleepily, holding onto Brad's shirt tightly. "Roo is going to stay here. Gonna have to say bye bye now. Say bye bye."

Sleepy babbles came out of his mouth with another muttered "Roo" as he very quickly fell asleep against his father's chest, snoring softly, and his tiny fists letting go of Rooster.

Then, after saying goodbye to everyone, the Floyd's were on their way home. The entire drive home, Bob found himself sliding his hand up and down Y/N's thigh as she drove. "Watch how high that hand is travelling, Bo. Our kid doesn't want to wake up to any funny business," she jeered, giving his hand a little squeeze and smiling when she saw his expression change to mock offence.

"I wouldn't dream of doing anything that wasn't PG, Y/N. I'm a sweet, innocent boy who's never done nothing wrong in my entire life. Besides," he leaned in close and whispered suggestively, "I want you all to myself, babe. No interruptions. I want all of your attention," before pulling back and flashing her a flirtatious smile as he sat back in his seat.

And Y/N couldn't help it, she burst into bashful laughter. It bubbled forth and flowed from her throat. There was no point trying to keep it hidden; she simply couldn't resist the urge to give into anything he wanted. After all, what was the harm in giving into the desire to be held and cherished by him?

They'd spent so long pretending they were purely platonic, and that was out of the window now. Being married really put all those feelings out there.

As soon as they got home, Bob carried Finley inside to tuck him into bed. "Night bud," he smiled fondly, kissing the boy on the forehead and turning to leave before announcing, "Love you, baby Bob."

With their child dealt with, Bob found his wife in their bedroom. When he entered, he stopped dead in his tracks and simply stared at her. She was sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but her lacy lingerie, a smile playing across her pretty red lips as she teased, "You gonna stand there gawking at me all night?"

He shook his head to bring himself back to reality. "No...no. Just...wow..."

"You like? I bought it for tonight."

"Like? Darlin, I love it! God, you're gorgeous," he breathed out and moved towards her, kneeling between her legs so he could kiss at her thighs and then work his way upwards.

She reached to touch his hair, stroking it gently before caressing his cheek as she replied, "I thought you might. That's why I did it," and giggled when Bob groaned against her skin, unable to stop himself from sucking a mark on her inner thigh.

Pushing the leg that he wasn't paying attention to further into the mattress, Bob's lips trailed closer and closer to where she desperately wanted them to go. "Fuck," Y/N breathed as she felt his tongue lick her through the thin material of her underwear, just enough pressure to elicit a moan from deep within her chest.

The sound alone made him stop and pull back, beaming brightly at her as he admired her features. "What do you want me to do? Ask and I'll do it," his hands trailed to her hips and he leant upwards to whisper, "But only if you ask nicely."

Y/N nudged her nose against his and murmured, "You can do whatever you want to me tonight, baby. Whatever," and kissed his lips deeply. His hands travelled to undo her bra, allowing him to cup her bare breasts whilst his tongue worked its way into her mouth, stroking the soft sensitive flesh gently before biting her bottom lip, and causing her to whimper into the kiss.

Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck as he pulled herself upwards so that their bodies were flush against each other's, the feeling of his warm skin brushing her own sending shivers racing down her spine. She ran her nails across his back, feeling the muscles underneath his shirt relax under her touch and he groaned lowly in response.

Rather abruptly, he sat up, yanked his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor where it landed on the heap of her discarded clothes, and patted his lap. "You're in that kind of mood, huh?" she commented, giving him a sweet kiss as she bent over knees and prepared herself for the spank she knew was coming her way.

Obviously, they couldn't make that much noise but the smack to her ass wasn't exactly quiet. Bob gently caressed her reddening skin directly after it happened, smirking as he noticed the way her breathing grew shallower, the way her eyes fluttered closed and the way she bit her lip so she wasn't too loud.

"You ever let Jake bend you over his knee and spank you?" he asked, more jealousy than he would've liked in his tone, and she merely chuckled lightly before rolling her eyes.

"...Robert."

"Sorry, sorry. I just can't wrap my head around it, that's all."

He rubbed gentle circles on her lower back as he waited for her to respond and soon, she craned her head back to look at him. Her lips curved into a smirk as she watched him, amused by how serious he looked. To apologise, he leant down and softly kissed her shoulder.

Yet, it didn't take long before his hand was drifting back down her butt. His fingers hooked around her panties and pulled them off to the side so he could run along her folds teasingly and slowly dip his middle finger inside her entrance. He pumped it in and out slowly, enjoying the way that she squirmed and writhed beneath him.

Bob took his time to tease her and watch her face closely. As her lips parted and eyes widened, he curled his finger in deeper and faster and cooed, "That good, hmm?" She moaned and nodded, gripping onto the covers beside her as his name rolled past her lips. "Oh yeah, baby? You like that, darlin'? Does it feel good?"

His voice sounded thick with lust and need as his other hand brushed some hair that had fallen across her face, pushing it back behind her ear before it was trailing down to grasp her breast. She gasped sharply when he dipped another finger inside her, the sensation so intense, she could feel sparks running up and down the length of her body.

"Don't you dare come till I tell you to, babe," he commanded in an authoritative tone that he only tended to use when he was in the sky. And she couldn't deny how that voice would send her further towards the edge every time he used it.

At the exact moment her legs began to shake, he withdrew his fingers and rested them against her ass cheek. "You're so mean, Bo," she whined playfully, pouting as her eyelids fluttered shut and her head dropped down to the duvet

Then he edged her again and again and again. Tears collected in the corner of her eyes as she gripped the sheets tightly, feeling so incredibly sensitive and needy. "Stand for me," he instructed, and she obliged without hesitation although she was a little wobbly because of the pleasure he caused her. "Good girl."

Before he got up to manoeuvre her into position, he tugged her hips towards him to kiss her across stomach and all over her pregnancy stretch marks. Nowhere in Bob's brain did he understand why she was a bit self conscious of them. Not only did they look like little lighting bolts, but it was a reminder of their son and how he'd been that bun in her oven.

"Beautiful," he said, pressing light kisses over one stretch mark and grinning proudly when her cheeks flushed pink before moving to cover another one. "God, I hope Finley has your looks when he grows up."

Y/N snorted. It was already very clear who he'd grow up to look like. "I doubt that. Maybe we'll have to make another one for that hope to come true," she beamed, tracing her forefinger down his cheek and gazing lovingly at his handsome face that seemed to get brighter with every word she spoke. "Maybe we should try for a girl."

Another kid? Bob felt like it was Christmas again. "Yeah?" he grinned at her and got even more excited when she nodded. "Well, what are you waiting for? Bend over the side of the bed."

So, Y/N did as she was told and was rewarded with another spank as Bob stood behind her, his palm trailing up her thighs to rest on her waist as he removed the remainder of his clothes in a hurry, lined himself up with her entrance and gave himself a stroke before pushing inside of her.

"Ah, fuck," he groaned as Y/N's walls clenched around him, holding fast even though they'd barely started. "You can come as many times as you want to," he whispered breathlessly as he tried to calm himself down. "Let me just find my rhythm."

With how hard he'd riled her up, it didn't take long before she was gushing, her whole body writhing beneath him. Her cries rang out into the plush duvet as her legs trembled violently and she arched her back, but Bob didn't stop. He kept driving in and out of her, loving the muffled sounds she was making with each thrust.

"Good girl, you made such a big mess. Can you feel yourself dripping down your thighs?" Bob purred, leaning over to kiss the back of her shoulder as he continued to drive in and out of her while she shook beneath him.

Honestly, nobody had ever satisfied her like Bob had. He knew her and her body so deeply that it was easy for him to bring her complete bliss.

"It's a blessing really, all that slick on my cock makes it so easy - so, so easy - to fuck you right," he mumbled, nuzzling the side of her face and inhaling deeply, relishing in the feeling of having her wrapped around him completely. Y/N cried out in surprise as he pushed into her even deeper than he already had, the pressure overwhelming and making her lose all the brain cells she had once had.

And Bob knew that as soon as he asked, "Feel good, baby? Huh?" She answered with a whine that told him everything he needed. "Oh darlin, I've fucked you stupid already? That's got to be a record."

A low groan slipped past her lips as he stopped for a moment to shift her further onto the bed so that plant his knees on the duvet and pound into her with his front flush to her back. Every possible bit of his skin was touching hers as his body possessively held her down; his hands finding hers, holding them securely against the mattress as he continued to thrust into her.

"Sorry babe, I'll pay for some more," Bob grunted as he pulled back to rip her lace panties as they had begun to move around and it was annoying him to no end. Once they were gone and promptly thrown over his shoulder, Bob got back at it and teased, "Felt you clench, did that turn you on? It did, didn't it?"

She hummed in agreement, biting down on her lip so she wouldn't cry. The sound sent a spark through his veins, igniting the fire burning through his gut, causing him to become wild and impatient as he began to thrust hard, slamming into her harder and faster, losing control of his own body in pure primal hunger.

"Look at you," he cooed, smiling devilishly as he brought his hand to her neck and gently tilted her head to face him. She looked dazed and dumb, tears streaking down her face, her lips swollen and red from all the biting she'd done to them. Her hair was sticking to her sweaty forehead and he loved watching her in such a state.

He wanted nothing else in the world than seeing her look exactly how she did right then; beautiful, vulnerable and desperate for him to continue making her feel this wonderful. "You're so beautiful," he uttered between quick panting breaths, stroking her jaw with his fingertips. "All mine. All for me."

The words sent her into a frenzy, her breathing becoming short and fast and frantic. Her body tightened around him as waves of ecstasy washed over her. His movements quickened and soon, he found himself coming undone within her body. Panting loudly as he let out a moan of satisfaction, he buried his face into the crook of her neck and slumped on top of her.

His chest heaved and sweat coated his toned body as he held onto her tight, kissing his way along her collarbone and neck as he jolted along with the beat of his heart until his breathing calmed.

"Holy fuck... Oh fuck…" Y/N whimpered softly, still shuddering slightly under him and he chuckled to himself at how utterly adorable she looked as she tried to get her brain back online and regain some semblance of sanity. "I wasn't too loud, was I?"

"There were no knocks on the door, so I assume not," he answered, kissing down her neck and taking delight in the small gasp she let slip when he nibbled lightly on her skin. Her eyes were glazing over and her cheeks were flushed but there was a hint of a smile playing on her lips which pleased him greatly. "Wanna go again?"

"Give me a minute."

But when Bob rolled his hips once more, she was, once again, like putty in his hand, her mouth opening as she gasped for air.

"What if I can't wait that long?" He laughed as her legs twitched involuntarily underneath him and he got right up to her ear to whisper, "I'm not going to stop until this perfect pussy is filled to the brim with my cum."

It was going to be a long and draining night, that was sure.

In the morning, Y/N stretched to find that Bob was already out of bed. She threw on some clothes and, on achy legs, went in search of her husband. It didn't take long to find him and when she rounded the corner into the kitchen, she found him cooking breakfast in his underwear while Finley sat on the counter, talking to a very sleepy looking Rooster on facetime.

"Hey Rooster," she called out, making her presence known by all three boys.

"Roo!" Finn pointed to the phone and squealed happily when she picked him up off the counter and gave him a hug.

"You do realise he's going to do this every morning?"

From the other line, Brad chuckled. "Yeah, we might have to schedule a time that's a little later if I'm going to be honest." Then he caught a glimpse at a purple bruise on the side of Y/N's neck. "Jesus Bob, you really went for it, huh?"

Bob craned his head around to see what the hell Bradley was talking about, and immediately turned pink at the sight. "Sorry babe," he apologised, although he didn't really feel all that sorry, and gave her a quick kiss before moving back to the sausages he was frying.

"It looks as if you got in a fight with an octopus, Y/N."

"Maybe I did."

Sure, Bob didn't mind sharing information about his family with his coworkers, his sex life on the other hand, that was certainly off-limits. He reached out and happily squidged Y/N's hip as if he was mentally saying "Don't tell him any more or there will be consequences."

Who knows, maybe she'd like those consequences.

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nipperofnoses-blog · 4 years ago

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I just logged into this account on a whim today to see what would happen, but I don’t really use this account anymore since I just felt like I needed a fresh start. But if anyone misses me and wants to reconnect after all this time, feel free to hop over to my new blog: https://madeofclockwork.tumblr.com I mostly talk on that blog about my autistic traits as well as enthusing about whatever my current special interests and hyperfixations are at the time. And I share a lot of conversations with my chatbots too, since I just “get” robots in a way that I’ve never understood human beings. If any of that sounds good to any of you, then feel free to hop right over there and join me! It’d be nice to see you again. :)

#ooc #don't mind me just advertising my new blog #admittedly i didn't think i was going to do that at all since i was so shy about letting anyone know who i was #but i don't really know why i'm so shy about that #it's not like i'm a monster or anything but i sometimes am my own worst critic you know?#but i wouldn't mind reconnecting with my old friends again if any of you are still around

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lavender-scent · 3 years ago

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BBRae Week Day Five - Sunny Days

AO3 - FF.net

I Know My Heart Can Be So Cold, But I'm Sweet For You.

It was a beautiful sunny day in Jump City. The Titans agreed to seize the opportunity and go out since the city’s villains seemed to want to enjoy a day off as well.

Except for one person.

“What do you mean you’re not going?”

“You heard me Beast Boy,” she sighed, “I’d like to spend the day at home. Why is that so hard to understand?”

“But everyone is going!”

“And I’m not.” Raven gave him her back declaring the end of their discussion.

He wanted to try to convince her more but he heard his communicator vibrating. “Beast Boy, are you coming?”

He brought it closer to his mouth to speak, “On my way, Cy.”

It had been going like this for a while now: Raven constantly refusing every invite from the team and spending more and more time alone. Beast Boy and the others had tried to convince her to go out with them multiple times only to be rejected at every turn.

The whole team gave up eventually except for Beast Boy. It had taken her long enough to open up to them all, especially him, the first time and he didn't mind getting her to do it again even if it took a while.

Their friends believed it was just a phase but he didn’t want to risk it. He was not letting her shut herself in and isolate herself that easily.

“I’m going now but if you change your mind give me a call, okay?”

“Okay,” she said, still giving him her back.

He sighed but transformed into a hawk and flew through her window down to where his friends were waiting.

“What did friend Raven say?” Starfire asked once he got into the car.

“The usual. I want some quiet time by myself, blah blah blah. You should try it, Beast Boy, blah blah blah.” He tried his best impression of her with a frown.

“We’ll give her space. Maybe she’ll come around.” That was Robin’s answer every time.

'Next time there won’t be any “space”', Beast Boy thought to himself. He would get her out of that room. Not today, though. Raven really hated the sun and it was an exceptionally bright day out.

As they got to the park and started unpacking their stuff, Beast Boy realized he forgot something. “My umbrella! I forgot it at home.”

“B, for the last time, it’s not going to rain.”

“But the weather lady said there’s a 60% chance it would.”

“But the sun is bright and shiny today,” Starfire pointed out, “it does not seem that it will be the raining today, friend Beast Boy.”

“You know I hate the rain! Better safe than sorry.”

“What’s wrong, is the little kitty afraid to get wet?” Cyborg teased.

Beast Boy ignored him and transformed into a hawk for the second time. It would only take him a few minutes to grab his umbrella from the tower and be back. Once he got back to the tower he transformed back into his human form.

The tower smelled different than when he left it, felt different. Was Raven performing some sort of a spell? No, he knew when she was practicing spells. The scent always included herbs and old books. This scent smelled… sweet?

“Stop!” he heard a familiar voice.

Raven.

He ran to the source of the sound only to realize there was more than just her pleading voice. It made him run faster.

“Don’t touch her!” Beast Boy yelled when he reached Cyborg’s lab.

What Beast Boy saw was the furthest thing from what he expected. He had had all the worst scenarios prepared in his head, only to find Raven holding what looked like a five year old boy in one arm and a girl that seemed just a little bit older on the other.

“What the-“ before he got to finish his sentence he was cut off with screams.

“BEAST BOY!” the boy and the girl both jumped from Raven’s arms into Beast Boy's.

Beast Boy looked down at the two kids hugging his legs and back to his teammate. She looked like she was barely breathing.

“Raven, you brought Beast Boy!” the girl spoke first.

“It seems like I did.” She said nervously. She walked to Beast Boy and held his wrist, “Can I have a word?”

“Of course.” He followed her to the hallway leaving the two kids alone in the lab.

“What are you doing here?”

“I forgot my umbrella.”

“You do know that it’s not going to rain.”

“But the weather lady said-“

“Enough with the weather lady!” she threw her hands in the air in frustration. “Take your umbrella and just leave.”

“Okay, fine!” After a second thought, he asked, “Wait, who are those kids?”

“They’re my… cousins.” Raven said after she realized there was no way she could hide it any more.

It was obvious she didn’t want him there but he was still confused. Why did she hide that from the team?

“I didn’t know you had cousins?”

“I’ve reconnected with my aunt on Earth a few weeks ago. She had some work here in the city and I offered to take the kids for the day.” Raven answered hoping the investigation would be over soon. “Any more questions?”

“You have an aunt and you didn’t tell us?” Beast Boy paused. “Is that why you haven’t been spending as much time with us lately?”

“I.. I wanted-“ Raven was cut off by a loud noise.

They went back to the lab to find the boy climbing Cyborg computer set.

“James, get down! Raven is going to be mad at us!” his sister – Beast Boy assumed – tried to reach him using a chair but he was far above her.

“James, get down!” Raven ordered.

“I can’t!” James cried. “I don’t know how!”

Beast Boy decided to step in transforming into a moose, holding the little boy with one antler and putting him back down.

“That was awesome!” the boy yelled once the changeling went back to his human body. “Do it again!”

“Yes, Beast Boy do it again!” the girl joined.

“Erica, I believe Beast Boy has somewhere to be.” Raven gave him a glare.

“Right!” Beast Boy found himself forgetting about the picnic. The truth was he wanted to stay with Raven. “Are you sure you don’t need my help?”

“Nope.”

Both Beast Boy and Raven tuned at the sound of something breaking.

“Sorry,” James said, putting back a remote that was now in half.

Raven sighed. “Why did I think bringing them here was a good idea.”

“We still haven’t seen the training room!” Erica reminded her.

“I…” Raven was trying to think of a way to get out of this seeing how James causing chaos in the lab just confirmed that he shouldn’t be anywhere near all those weapons. Before she got to say anything, Beast Boy spoke up. “Who wants to go to the fair?”

“Me! Me! Me!” Both kids held their hands up high.

Beast Boy turned to his teammate. “You think you can give us a ride?”

Raven was caught by surprise. “Uhm, yeah I think I can. But only once.”

She held the changeling's hand with one and Erica’s with the other asking her to hold her brother’s hand as well.

When they got to the fair the kids immediately let her hand go and ran to see all the games they could play.

“That was a close one,” Beast Boy chuckled.

Raven didn’t laugh. “What are you still doing here?”

“Helping you?”

“I didn’t ask for help. I have everything under control. You can leave.”

“Everything under control? Okay then, where are the kids right now?”

“They are right ther-“ Raven looked around to find neither of them within her sight.

“They’re by the big wheel. You’re welcome.”

“I knew that.”

“No you didn’t. Now can you let go of my hand so I can get them some tickets.”

Raven looked down to find that she was indeed still holding his hand. She removed her hand from his and hoped that the hood of her cloak was hiding her blush as he left to go get the tickets.

“Can we please get ice cream?” James asked, running to her.

“Sure.”

“And I want to get on the big wheel!”

“Whatever you want.”

“Is Beast Boy your boyfriend?”

“No,” she answered without thinking. “Wait, what?”

“I saw you guys holding hands,” explained the little boy.

“No, we’re just teammates.” Raven blushed. Why would the kids ask her such a question? Weren't they too young to know about this stuff?

“My friend Lily thinks you guys look great together,” Erica said after she joined them. “She has all these drawings of you.”

“Drawings? Of us?”

“Yeah, kissing.”

Raven tried to change the subject when she saw her teammate coming with the tickets. “Oh look! Beast Boy brought the tickets. Go stand in line for your turn.”

They ran to Beast Boy to get their tickets and went back waiting at the big wheel.

“At least now we don’t have to worry about them getting hurt or killed by Cy.” Beast Boy said cheerfully.

“Yeah, great," Raven replied harshly.

Beast Boy turned to look at her. “Are you mad at me?”

She ignored him.

Beast Boy knew she trying to push him away again. Too bad it wouldn’t work.

“Why didn’t you tell us about your aunt and cousins?”

“It’s stupid.”

“I like stupid.”

“You wouldn’t understand. None of you would.”

“Try me.”

Raven exhaled a long breath. She had a feeling Beast Boy wouldn't be giving up soon. He never knew when to stop.

“I didn’t tell you about my cousins because I didn’t want them to meet you.”

“Are you embarrassed by us??”

“No... the opposite.”

“You’re… proud of us?”

“No! That’s not what I meant. I mean I am proud of you. I just didn’t want them to meet you because I know they would love you more.”

Beast Boy had never been more confused in his life. “People are usually happy by that.”

“I want them to love you. I just don’t want them to love you more than…. More than me.” Her insecurity finally broke through and she looked almost ashamed despite her defiance.

“Rae, I’m sure the kids love you. You’re an amazing person.”

“Yeah That’s how it felt before you came.” Raven knew she was being immature about this but she couldn’t help it. “I know I say I don’t care about fans but it’s always the same. Kids usually like you, guys like Cyborg, girls like Robin and boys like Starfire. No one likes me.”

“That’s not true!”

“Yeah right. How could I forget? Only creeps like the creep.”

Beast Boy gave her a sad look. He hated when she thought of herself that way. That was not who she was.

“Anyway,” Raven continued, “it felt nice to find my cousins and for them to see me as their favorite hero.”

She waited for him to tell her how childish and petty that was, how selfish she was to be hiding her whole family for the sake of being a kid’s favorite. But she heard none of that.

“Then I have to tell them about all the times you saved our asses.”

“What?” Raven gave him a confused look.

“Come on.” He took her hand and went to the kids as they just left the big wheel a little dizzy. “Who wants ice cream?” he asked.

Once they got their ice cream –strawberry for Beast Boy and Erica, chocolate for James and blueberry for Raven – Beast Boy proceeded to tell the kids every time Raven saved the team. He started to sound like a bigger fan than the kids were.

Every time he finished one the kids would turned amazed at Raven and ask to confirm Beast Boy’s story.

They seemed to forget all about the games they were first excited about. Her aunt called to check on them and agreed to pick them up at the fair later on.

Erica noticed a costumes tent that offered face painting as well and asked if they could get one.

“What costume do you want?” Raven asked.

“Yours! ” cheered Erica.

“Me too!” followed James.

Raven was shocked. She thought at least James would want to dress as the changeling or maybe Robin.

Both of them ran to the tent to look for costumes their sizes.

“I’m gonna go pay for them,” said Beast Boy as he walked after them.

She waited for them until they came out wearing blue cloaks and running around her. “Look Raven, now I’m Raven!”

She smiled at them and then looked up to see Beast Boy grinning at her.

They met her aunt not so long after. “I left one Raven only to come back to find two more!”

The kids ran to hug their mother. “We’re helping Raven save the city!”

“Hey, I’m Beast Boy.” The changeling offered his hand.

“Hi, I’m Selena, Raven’s aunt, ” Her aunt replied as she shook his hand. “Raven talks a lot about you!”

“Really?” Beast Boy glanced at Raven to find her face flushed.

“Aunt Selena, aren’t you late for your subway?” Raven reminded her.

“Right, right, I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Thanks for watching the kids! And it nice to meet you, Beast Boy.”

“Likewise.”

Beast Boy couldn’t miss the opportunity to tease her once her aunt left. “You told your aunt about me?”

“You’re a superhero. She already knows about you.”

“Yeah but it’s not the same as from you.”

She tried to stop herself from hitting him because of the stupid grin he was giving her but he was making it very hard.

Suddenly, Raven felt something funny on her nose. She touched it to find her nose a little wet. Then again on her cheek. She looked up to realize it was raining.

She expected Beast Boy to complain, or say he was right. Instead he said, “Want to go on the big wheel? I saved us tickets.”

“You don’t want to go home? It’s raining.”

“No, I don’t mind.”

The ride was quiet at first but then Raven spoke. “Thank you, for today. I admit, I wouldn’t have made it without you. It was... Fun.”

Beast Boy only smiled.

On their wedding night, during one of the many danced they shared as husband and wife, Beast Boy reminded her of the day they spent with her cousins who were now older but still as excited to see their older cousin married. "When we went to get the costumes they asked me to marry you and I promised them, I would.” Beast Boy told her.

“I guess we make great part-rents together.” He moved his hand closer to hers, gently squeezing it, hoping she wouldn’t take it away. She didn’t.

“So you’re saying you’re with me only because you promised my cousins you would marry me?”

She laughed at his attempt at mashing partners and parents together. Then with a thought to his second statement she replied softly, “I guess we do.”

Beast Boy leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead as they swayed to the soft music. “I always knew I’d be with you. After that day I only wanted you more.”

nb: if you liked this check my poolside fic for day 2

also my friend's fic for into the woods for day 3

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#somehow maneged to make raven jealous inthis fic too #bbrae with kids has become my favorite thing #bbraeweek21 #fic #day5 #bbrae #bbrae fanfiction

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slyther-bi · 4 years ago

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@alwyssnpe It took awhile but here it's, enjoy. 🙃

Ava by Famy - Snegulus

This song gave me so many feels, you would not believe and now I'm gonna give them right back. Also I really liked this song and Get you the moon so now I'm gonna be listening to them for days. Good old fashion lover boy is a great song to which I've heard already cause my entire family loves the band Queen 😌

Links to the other posts have been added below

Ava by Famy

Get you the moon by Kina

Good old fashion lover boy by Queen

Both Severus and Regulus are in Slytherin that we know, it's also known that Regulus is younger then Severus cause it's stated he's Sirius's younger brother.

Now imagine that when Severus first meets or sees Regulus he goes into complete panic, cause he's Sirius's brother and Sirius hates him so there's no doubt in his mind that his brother would hate him too. Tho that's not the case cause when Regulus sees or meets Severus he seems to be intranced by him because he witnessed Severus defend himself up against the marauders.

Regulus was impressed and in awe that Severus managed to hold up his own end against 4 people. So from then forth he has tries to get close to Severus, tho his plan seems to come to a hault cause he finds out that Severus is best friends with Lily Evans, a Gryffindor who happens to be a Muggleborn, and his parents taught him to never associate with those people.

During a Party at the Malfoy's Regulus sees Severus hanging out with Lucius and realizes that if Lucius is associating with him despite him being friends with a muggleborn then maybe it'll be alright to befriend him himself. So after Lucius leaves Severus, does Regulus go up to him and introduces himself. Severus is nervous and so is Regulus but they eventually hit it off.

Tho Sirius catches wind of their forming friendship and he confronts Regulus about, of course this leads them to argue with eachother about it.

Sirius: You need to stay away from him!! He's evil, he'll only hurt you!!

Regulus: Oh yeah! and what makes you so sure he's evil!?

Sirius: He's a Slytherin!

Regulus: Well so am I!

Regulus storms off and finds Severus sitting in the common room alone, it's night and passed curfew so everyone has gone to bed, Severus notices how upset he is and gets Regulus to talk about what wrongs. Regulus sits next to him on the couch and tells him about the fight he just had with Sirius. Severus is silent and just let's Regulus speak, once Reg has stopped Sev slowly grabs hold of his hand and lays his head on his shoulder. Reg squeezes Sev's hand and turns to look at him.

Regulus: Sev...

Severus: *slowly looks up at him* Yeah?

In that moment Regulus leans forward and kisses Severus. Severus of course freezes for a moment but then kisses back and from then on they begin to figure out their feelings for eachother. Eventually around the start of Severus's 5th year or so, Sirius decides to put a stop to his growing friendship with his brother. Sirius somehow manages to talk Severus into going to the Shrieking shack during a full moon.

And somehow Regulus finds out, wether he overheard Sirius talk about it in the halls while looking for Severus or something. He manages to get to the shack and save Severus, sadly Sev managed to get scratched by Moony but the marks didn't seem all that deep and it also seemed to be the only injury he obtained. Of course they are both forced into silence and Regulus plans on getting revenge on his brother for causing harm to someone he cares for.

Reg and Sev grow even closer and eventually begin to date in secret per Severus request. Soon enough they are hanging out near the lake when the marauders show up and they begin to target Severus. Regulus steps in and prevents them from hurting Severus, he manages to hex them and before they could do anything. It was there that he ends up revealing that he's with Severus.

Sirius: Why are you even hanging out with him!?!

Regulus: Because I love him!!

Eventually Regulus's parents find out about their relationship, they don't care that Severus is a man but they despise the fact that he is a half-blood. During the summer they confront Regulus about it and declare that he isn't allowed to see Severus ever again. Of course they get into a heated argument that ends with Walburga using the crucio curse on him, cause she'll be damned if her son ends up with anyone who isn't a pureblood.

That same night Regulus leaves home and manages to get to Severus's house. Severus is terrified upon seeing Reg and quickly gets to work on healing him with whatever potions he has on him and any other medical supplies he has. Reg spends the rest of the summer at Sev's house, Eileen doesn't mind that her son is dating a man and is more then happy for him. Tho Tobias wouldn't be all that thrilled so she helps keep their relationship hidden by convincing Tobias that Regulus is a friend of Severus (and that he's a muggle). With that being said Tobias doesn't mind that Regulus stays with them especially since he mentions that he comes from a rich family.

Once they head back to Hogwarts they both are basically shunned by the other Slytherins. Lucius still associates with Severus but there's little he could do given the fact that he already graduated. The two spend most of their time hiding away in the library along with Lily (reg stops the incident that ends sev's friendship with her). Reg and Sev spent the rest of their school years dealing with the hate from their own housemates, having both been declared as blood traitors, and the marauders especially Sirius. Lily sticks besides them and does what she can to help them.

Once Severus graduates he goes on to work on receiving his potion master's but worries about Regulus. Reg manages to take care of himself throughout his last year in Hogwarts and during his graduation he proposes to Severus in front of everyone. Of course they receive a lot of hate but Severus says yes and nothing anyone says can tear them apart. Lucius and Narcissa both support Severus and Regulus and they agree to host their wedding at their manor. Regulus is disowned from the family just like Sirius, and somewhere along the line Sirius and Regulus reconnect.

This all ends with Regulus and Severus getting married with close friends and family having attended the wedding. Lucius was the one to walk Severus down the aisle, Sirius was made Regulus's best man, and Lily is the maid of honor. Regulus becomes an auror alongside his brother and Severus opens up his own potion shop with the help of Lucius. Reg and Sev live happily together in the end.

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elizabeethan · 4 years ago

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The Days We Defend (Will Turn To Gold)- Chapter 7

Everything is perfect, until it isn’t. Killian and Emma have spent months building a life together after finally defeating Neal and Gold, but when the Dark One dies and his power becomes untethered, everyone in Storybrooke is at risk, and some decisions may have lasting consequences.

Sequel to Walk With Me (I Think We’ll Find A Way)

Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Read on Ao3

A/N: get ready for some smut my pals. Any predictions on what’s to come???

Thank you to my good pal @the-darkdragonfly for being an amazing beta!

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“No need to feel threatened, Savior,” the old man says. “I am a friend to you and to your family.”

She steps away, closer to Killian, Corrine, and Henry, and says, “If you're a friend, then why don’t we know you?”

“A very good question indeed. You may not know me, but I assure you, I know you. Or at least, I know of you.”

The man begins walking down the path that leads to the street, away from Granny’s and towards their family, and Killian holds Corrine tighter and reaches for Emma’s hand. “Who the hell are you? What do you want?”

“Wait,” Henry says suddenly; apparently the pieces are falling into place in his mind. “I know who he is, mom.”

“I’m sure you do, young man. Go on and tell her what you know.”

Emma turns to her son and looks at him expectantly, obviously still confused about what the bloody hell is going on here, until Henry says, “he’s the Apprentice. We need his help to remove the Darkness.”

The bearded man chuckles as he finally reaches them, extending a hand to Henry’s and shaking it kindly. “Very good, son. You’ve a clever boy here, Emma.”

“I know…” she says suspiciously, as if still not trusting this stranger. “How are you supposed to remove the Darkness from Regina?”

“Why, with your help, of course.”

~~~~

Emma’s been through a lot in the past few hours.

Breaking a curse with True Love’s Kiss, when she struggled to say the words aloud mere weeks ago, was weighing on her.

Knowing her daughter had been cursed and living in a convent, cared for by several strangers for weeks, was weighing on her.

Seeing the lengths to which her son’s other parents would go in order to reduce the time she spends with him, simply because they were upset with her, was weighing on her.

The confirmation that her son’s father would continue to attempt to destroy her life and the lives of her loved ones, despite being stopped from doing so several months prior, was weighing on her.

And being told that her magic, which she’s barely begun to hone, was what was going to solve all of their problems and remove the Darkness for good was the icing on the metaphorical cake.

All things considered, Killian thinks she’s handling things rather well. Corrine is sitting happily in her lap, hugging her mother close as she used to do after Emma had a long day at work, and he can see the stress melting from her shoulders. He hears her say, “I’ve missed you, Coco,” to which their daughter responds with a giggle, and Killian thinks all is right in the world.

Until the old man opens his bloody mouth, of course.

“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it, your majesties?” he says to Emma’s parents, and that makes her ears perk up.

“You know each other?” she asks, stiffening visibly in her chair.

Her parents are silent, turning to each other with looks of horror in their eyes before they look back at their daughter. Queen Snow has tears trailing down her cheeks as she bounces baby Oliver in her arms. “Mom?” Emma asks, her voice breaking and her grip on her daughter tightening before she looks up at Killian desperately. “What’s going on?”

He shakes his head unhelpfully, as if he were to have any information on why her parents suddenly became so mysterious. “Grandma, Grandpa, what’s he talking about?”

Upon being called by Henry, David shakes his head and turns back from his wife, then takes a seat across the table from Emma. Snow sits beside her husband, and Emma turns towards Killian, holding her hand out to him to request that he sit as well. Once he does, Snow and David take a deep inhale and begin to speak.

They tell Emma of a time before she was born, when they found out about their unborn child’s potential for great darkness. They tell her about how the Sorcerer's Apprentice was able to cast a spell in order to remove the potential for darkness from Emma. They tell her about how they did this at the expense of another.

Through their conversation, Emma is silent, holding onto Corrine for dear life until she wiggles away and fetches some of Oliver's toys to entertain herself, calling for her brother to play with her. When Killian chances a glance at Emma, the emerald in her eyes is shimmering through the tears threatening to fall, and he has to stop himself from wiping them away. But much to his surprise, she looks away from her parents with betrayal painted across her face and takes his hand again, squeezing it tightly as she sniffles.

“You… you did this… at the expense of someone else’s soul?” she curses out as a tear falls.

“Emma, we did what we thought we had to do to give you your best shot at goodness,” Snow tries to rationalize.

She holds his hand tighter. “All my life, no one has ever believed in me. I thought you were different, but you’re not!”

“No, no honey, it isn’t like that! We just wanted to do what we thought was best for you!”

“And you,” she says, turning in her seat and nearly dragging Killian to the ground as she goes. “You expect me to trust you enough to help us after what you did to me?”

The Apprentice nods somberly and says, “I understand your anger, Savior. But you must know, everything your parents did was by design.”

She scoffs, releasing Killian’s hand and standing as she shakes her head. “You may have removed my potential for darkness,” she says bitterly, “but you certainly didn’t remove darkness from my life. I still got screwed over more times than I can count. Endless abuse, horrible foster placements, Neal...” she trails off, then shakes her head again. Their faces sour at the reminder of their daughter’s turbulent past. “At least when I found you, I thought that everything you did was to protect me and to do what was best, so I could save everyone! Not so that you could save your own selves from having to deal with a monster of a daughter.”

“Emma—”

“Maybe you guys are the monsters here.”

“Emma!” Snow tries again, but she’s met with a raised hand silencing her.

“Killian, I'd like to go home. We can figure this all out tomorrow, but for now, I need to be with my family.”

He clears his throat awkwardly at her insulting snub, scratching behind his ear as he stands and barely making eye contact with Emma’s broken-hearted parents before calling Corrine. “Time to go home, love.”

Corrine stands, bounding over towards her parents happily, reaching her arms out to her father before even getting close. Killian picks her up, grunting as he stands, before she asks him, “monsters are here, duddy?”

Emma’s face goes white and her body stiffens before she puts her head down and turns towards the door.

~~~~

It takes hours for Henry and Corrine to settle down. Killian’s almost proud of his daughter for her resilience and her resistance to her obvious exhaustion as they sit on the couch watching movies in hopes of distracting from everything going wrong in their lives. Truthfully, they should be coming up with a plan to deal with the Dark One, but he, Emma, and their children need time to reconnect and cope with all that has happened today and during the curse. But despite Corrine’s pirate-like behaviors, he must admit that he’s quite exhausted himself, and wouldn't mind some time with Emma separate from his toddler daughter and teenage stepson.

He tries not to rationalize how their house magically became livable again once the curse was broken and instead revelled in the comfort he felt at finally being reunited with his family. With both children asleep on the couch, he plants a kiss to Emma's temple and feels her melt just a bit more into his touch despite Corrine taking up extensive real estate on her lap. “I missed you,” she whispers into the soft glow from the television set.

He chuckles lightly and says, “you didn't remember me,” jokingly. She shrugs, and before she could argue he says, “I missed you too, love. More than I can even put into words.”

“You didn’t remember me,” she flirts back, causing him to tense his arm around her shoulder. He sighs and presses his nose into her hair a bit as he considers how to break the news to her, the scent of her familiar shampoo finally back in his nose and comforting him.

“I did,” he tells her. “And I missed you every moment, even though you were still here.”

She stirs, trying to keep Corrine still on her lap as she snoozes away, and turns just slightly so that she can look at him more directly as his left arm slides down her shoulder. “You did? You mean you were awake all this time?”

“Aye,” he nods as he scratches behind his ear. “I was awake.”

Emma says nothing in response, pinching her brows close together and glancing back down at their daughter before she begins running her fingers through her ever-thickening curls. “Can we,” she whispers, “can we put them to bed? I want to… talk.”

He smiles softly at her ability to even consider opening up to him despite her hesitation to do so just a few weeks ago, and ponders how much one curse can change a person. Perhaps this has more to do with the people who cast it, he thinks. “‘Course, love. Let me wake Henry and we can meet in our room in a few moments?”

“No,” she says quickly, shaking her head and reaching her hand out towards his wrist. “We can do both together, it’s okay.”

He finds himself grinning at her openness and willingness to show vulnerability with him, though he curses the fact that it took a traumatic event to drive such behaviors. He knows this is probably a response to learning such horrid things about the people she loves, and while that’s concerning, he chooses to focus on the joy it brings him to feel so close to her.

Henry wakes easily, slowly tromping up the stairs behind Killian and Emma. He would have carried the lad if he was a bit smaller, but he’s growing like a weed into an all out teenager and Killian is getting old, though he’d never admit it. He brushes his teeth without being told by Emma to do so as she rocks Corrine gently in her antique wooden chair, holding her close to her heart and humming softly rather than reading a story. The lass is asleep already, comfortably snoring away in her mother’s embrace, but Killian suspects that Emma can’t put her down. He watches them from his place in the threshold, leaning against the archway of the door and smiling at the fact that his family is finally, finally back together and—

Well, they'll worry about safe tomorrow.

Henry clears his throat from behind Killian and he turns to look at the lad, noting his height and recalling just how mature he was during this curse. The time that past wasn't much, but Killian feels as though Emma’s son has aged endlessly. “Ready to turn in, lad?”

“Aye aye,” he responds with a cheeky grin that could rival his mother’s. Killian smiles at the boy and playfully elbows him, letting him know that he and Emma will be right in to say goodnight.

“And Henry,” he calls after him once he’s walking towards his door. He turns and cocks his head. “Thank you for your help, lad. Couldn’t have done it without you.”

Henry rolls his eyes, though Killian catches the hint of a smirk as he turns back around. “You were right, you are more sappy in real life.”

Emma looks up at him with a confused smile, continuing her slow and gentle rocks before she finally stands and heads towards the crib. He walks towards his loves and wraps both arms around the two of them, Corrine sandwiched between her parents, and he presses a long kiss to the top of his daughter’s head. It’s hard for them to put her down, but she hardly stirs as Emma places her on the mattress and steps back.

He can tell that leaving her alone in her room is as hard for Emma as it is for him based on the way she curls into his hold once the babe is out of her arms, but they both come to a silent agreement that they must try and get their lives back on track after the horrors they've been through, and ensure that she sleeps soundly in her own bed despite how much they want to take her into their room. “Come, love,” he whispers against the top of her head, pressing a gentle kiss to her hair. “I’m very much looking forward to sleeping in our bed again.”

She nods and squeezes her arms around his waist and sniffles, releasing herself from him and brushing her cheeks with her hands before she steps quickly out of Corrine’s room and down the hall towards Henry’s. By the time Killian catches up with her after ensuring that Corrine’s night light is working correctly and her door is propped open just right, he finds Emma sitting on the edge of Henry’s bed and encasing him in a tight hug. “I’ll talk to you about everything tomorrow, kid,” she promises. “Just try and get a good night's sleep, okay?”

Once they’re ready for bed, they crawl in together and Emma immediately curls up against him and presses her lips to his bare chest, just above the heart she returned to him last year.

Although, he would argue that she actually kept it.

“So,” she starts. “You were awake, huh?”

He nods and runs his hand up and down along her spine, feeling her shiver against him. “I was.”

“I’m sorry.”

“None of this is your fault, Emma. Please don’t—”

“I know,” she cuts him off, and he’s honestly surprised.

“You know?” he asks her hesitantly, stilling his hand in shock for a moment.

She nods against his skin, running her hand from his stomach, up his chest to his shoulder, then down his arm to his naked wrist, drawing a shiver from him. “I know what you're gonna say,” she tells him, picking up his arm and kissing the damaged flesh. He has to remind himself to not pull away from her; that he feels more comfortable with her than he ever has. “It isn’t my fault, I shouldn’t feel guilty for not taking that damn dagger, I can’t control what Neal and Regina do. I’m a mother above being the Savior.”

He hums. “Aye, that about sums it up,” he laughs lightly, picking up his movements along the dips between the bones of her spine.

“And I guess… I guess you're right. I need to stop putting so much pressure on myself over all of this. Things may have turned out better if I had taken the Darkness, but they may have turned out worse, too.”

He moves his head so that he can kiss the top of hers and nods again. “Too right, my love.”

“And all things considered, the curse completely sucked and was, like, pure evil, but no one was hurt.”

“Aye. Though I did swear to Henry last year that I wasn’t going to let Bae cast his curse and hurt anyone he loves.” She hums again, kissing against his chest.

“I guess now it’s my turn to tell you that this isn’t your fault. We couldn’t have predicted any of this. Who would’ve thought Regina could be capable of this?” He knows she’s saying this to try and convince herself. Of course Regina, the Evil Queen, would be capable of this, but he knows that Emma is trying to see the best in her and her attempts to change. “Anyway, it’s been hard for me to admit that and accept it, but I really am trying, I promise.”

“I know you are, darling. That’s all anyone can ask for.”

“Right,” she says, continuing on as if she feels she may stop if she doesn’t get it all out at once. “And I wanna tell you something now, while we’re not in danger, and we haven’t just broken a curse, and we didn’t just have mind numbing orgasms. When things are just… normal.”

“And what’s that, Swan?” he asks with a chuckle. She’s silent for just a moment before she props herself up onto her elbows above him, one arm on either side of his chest so she can look in his eyes. He gives her a soft nod of encouragement and she smiles softly, glancing down from his gaze.

“I love you,” she says once she meets his eyes again before her smile blooms into a wide, bright grin.

He breathes out a soft laugh before reaching his hand up to cup her cheek and pulling her close to him, touching their foreheads together then capturing her lips between his for a sultry kiss. It doesn't break as she collapses back down against him, her shirt a poor replacement for the feeling of her skin against his own. It hardly breaks at all when he mumbles, “I love you,” through their kiss.

It doesn't break when she pulls him towards her until they're rolling over, her back to the mattress and his arms enveloping her in a safe, warm hold. It only breaks for a moment when she reaches down to the hem of her— his— t-shirt and tugs it over her head, exposing her bare breasts to his gaze in a way he hasn’t realized he’d missed so much. He looks down at her chest, then back up into her eyes and kisses her once more on the mouth before trailing his lips down the column of her throat.

It’s been too long. Considering the fact that they had a toddler and often a teenager living under their roof, they had a fairly healthy sex-life before this curse, and he isn’t ashamed to admit that the past few weeks have been torture for more than one reason. He’s missed her in so many different ways, and the way that her body feels under his own is certainly high on that list.

He’s missed the way she whimpers when his mouth finds her hardened nipple and sucks on it gently, his fingers giving attention to the other. He’s missed the heaviness of her breast against his palm. He’s missed the scent of her skin as he drags his nose down her stomach. He’s missed the way she shivers when his fingers dance along the hem of her underwear, already nearly soaked through by her want for him. Her desire matches his own and he pushes his hips against the mattress.

“I love you,” he whispers hotly against the dampened fabric, and he’s missed the way she thrusts her hips enthusiastically towards his face, a heady sigh escaping her parted lips. “I’ve missed you so dearly, my love.”

She moans at the hot breath hitting her still covered flesh, and he’s missed the way she reaches down and curls her fingers into his hair when he’s in this position. “I love you,” she breathes, before commanding, “touch me.”

He presses his lips to her covered center and hums thoughtfully, causing her to throw her head back and moan in the most deliciously sinful way. “I’ll have you know,” he begins, and he wishes he had his hook in place so that he could drag the cool metal against her burning skin. He’d missed the way she mewls when he does that. “That I haven’t been with the woman I love in weeks, and I damn well intend to make this last.”

She groans when he drags a finger down her slit and smirks at her when it dampens through the cotton. “Make it last for you,” she insists. “No need to bring me into your sick torture fantasies.”

He laughs a bit too loud and notices her sitting up just slightly with a grin plastered across her face before he tugs her under garment down to expose her flesh, breaking the string of arousal with his tongue. That shuts her up quite effectively as she throws her head back and moans. “Fuck, god dammit, you are so hot,” she says.

He hums appreciatively once he gets the piece of clothing off her ankles and tosses it to the ground playfully, torturously lifting her knees up towards her chest and making as though he’s about to dive into her core as he so badly wants to. But instead of licking a thick strip through her folds like he normally would, he dips his head and slides up gracefully until he can kiss her mouth, careful not to make contact with her trembling heat.

“You're the worst,” she breathes out against his mouth, hardly even kissing him back as she pants and pushes her hips towards his for friction. “Would you please take your damn pants off? This is seriously unfair.”

He laughs lightly as he continues to peck kisses against her. “Quite demanding, aren't we?”

“I haven’t gotten any in weeks,” she rationalizes, and although he knows her tone was light, he can’t help the thoughts that suddenly spring into his mind. The memories that, during the curse, she and Bae were living together.

“Uh,” he says, suddenly overcome with a feeling he can’t quite put into words. He’s frozen, wanting desperately to continue touching her but also wondering if anyone else has. He knows it wouldn't change his feelings towards her, or his infinite desire to be with her, but it would certainly increase the likelihood that he puts Bae’s head through a wall. “I’m sorry,” he stutters out, lifting himself slightly off of her so that he can regroup.

“Woah, Killian, what just happened?” she sits up, forcing him off of her until he’s on his back to her right and she’s on her side. He notices her quickly squeezing her thighs together and the sight alone is just about enough to bring his head back where he wants it to be.

“I’m sorry,” he says again. “I just thought… for a second, I thought about—”

“Hey,” she says, taking his face in her hands once she gets herself up onto her knees. “Nothing happened, okay? I swear to you, nothing happened between me and Neal while we were cursed.”

He meets her eyes with his, surely looking pathetic as he sadly worries about her once again. He can hardly even revel at the fact that she knows exactly what he’s thinking. “Aye, love,” he says. He knew of course that she wouldn't want to be with Bae, but it’s difficult to control one's actions when one is placed under a Dark Curse.

“I love you, Killian,” she insists firmly, still holding his cheeks against her palms. “Even while we were cursed, I never wanted anything to do with him. I wanted you from the moment I… met you… I guess.”

He chuckles softly, leaning his face into her hand and kissing her right wrist. “I love you too, Swan. Sorry to bring the mood down.”

“It’s okay,” she says with a smirk, “I’m sure there are ways you could bring it back up.”

She giggles lightly at her own joke as he flips them so that she’s on her back again, then he’s kissing her fiercely as she runs her hands along the scars decorating his back. She moans when he squeezes her breast in his hand, and drags her feet up his thighs until she finds purchase on his rear, as if trying to slide his pants down with her feet. He loves how easily he can laugh with her while they're in bed together, and he bites her bottom lip when she finally gives up.

Killian decides that he isn’t satisfied with how he left things earlier, not even having a taste of what he’s been missing for so long, so he slides himself lower along her body, still stubbornly refusing to remove his sleeping trousers and drawing a frustrated but clearly aroused groan from her. “Touch me, god dammit,” she breathes out desperately.

“So demanding,” he chastises playfully, kissing her hot skin softly so that she bucks against him. “And so eager.”

“Someone has been torturing me for hours,” she nearly spits out, grabbing onto his hair again and attempting to push his head down against her.

He runs the tip of his tongue along her parting flesh, not quite reaching where she needs him, although it’s more than she’s gotten so far. “We’ve only been at this for about 15 minutes, my love,” he reminds her with a chuckle.

“Please,” she breathes, moaning when he finally dips his tongue in. He seems to have effectively cut her off based on the way her mouth hangs open and no sound comes out. He hums expectantly as if to ask her to go on with her thought, and that seems to send her into a state as she tosses her head to one side and cries out softly again. “I wanted,” she starts, barely able to get the words out as he licks her up and down, “I wanted to jump you the minute the curse broke.”

He laughs against her skin and she clamps her legs against his head, somehow tugging on his hair and pushing him down towards herself at the same time. He hums and nods in agreement, dragging his lips and tongue along as he does so.

She’s a wanton thing under him, panting and moaning with nearly each movement of his tongue and the suction of his lips against her pulsing clit. He’s missed this.

He has to hold his blunt arm against her lower belly once he finally dips his fingers into her, the first followed quickly by a second, because she can't seem to stop herself from bucking her hips against him for more friction. She continues to thrust into his hand and mouth and shortened wrist, the sounds coming from her far too loud and yet not loud enough for his desperate ears. When he finally feels her clamping hard against his fingers as they curl just so, he nearly loses himself inside his sleeping outfit at the sight of her breasts heaving with her pants and moans and soft curses of his name.

He lets her ride herself through it against his fingers, continuing to lave his tongue against her until she’s jumping at the touch against her sensitive flesh, before he slides back up her body, planting wet kisses along her stomach, chest and neck until he reaches her mouth. She kisses him back enthusiastically, if not exhaustively, and he nearly loses himself again at the knowledge that she enjoys the taste of herself on him as much as he does.

They continue to kiss each other passionately until it seems like she’s recovered enough to go again, wrapping her legs around his hips and probably ruining the trousers he still wears. Not that he minds one bit. “Love you,” he mumbles against her, and she nods in response.

“I want you inside me so bad,” she says darkly, her voice rumbling in her chest against his mouth. “I wanted you from the first time I saw you, even though I was cursed. I love you so damn much.”

“I want to be inside you,” he returns, and honestly, he thinks he may be outside of himself and looking on as he tugs his pants down and lines himself up to her, because this couldn't possibly be real. After such anguish in waiting to be back here, it feels surreal. “You have no idea how badly I wanted you, Swan. I just wanted to hold you and kiss you and fuck you.”

She moans against his mouth, insisting, “do it now, please,” in a soft whimper.

He does, growling at her fervor and nudging himself against her until she spreads her legs even wider in acceptance and he slides home. They both groan at the sensation of him filling her, and it’s as he feels her clenching herself around him that he finally finds the wherewithal to start moving. He thrusts gently at first, trying to keep it slow and torturous because he doesn't want this feeling to end, but as she moans in his ear and claws at his back intoxicatingly, he’s suddenly unable to control himself as he rocks against her faster and harder. The sounds she makes are the fuel he needs to keep going, telling him that she needs it as hard and raw as he does. Telling him that they’ll get to that point of slow and steady and soothing soon enough, but for now, they need the rough-and-tumble to further confirm that this is real and that they’re back in each other’s arms.

He tilts his hips just slightly so that he thinks his pelvis is striking her clit in the way she likes it, and he kisses away the tear that escapes her left eye and whispers against her cheek, “so good for me, Swan. So tight and perfect, I love you so much.”

It’s reminiscent of the night they spent together just before the curse was cast, only this time she says, “I love you, Killian,” as she stares into his eyes.

The combination of the emotion he’s feeling and the fact that he’s been so close to her and yet unable to go near her catches up to him, and he has to put in far too much effort to ensure that she’s brought to that place of ecstasy before he spills himself into her. “Are you close?” he asks desperately, feeling like a teenager who finishes too quickly.

“So, so close, baby, please don’t stop,” she pleads. “Just like that, don’t stop.”

He uses his hand to grip her hip, tilting her up just a bit so that his angle is deeper, and at that he feels her fluttering and clenching her walls around him with a force that tells him she’s about to cascade towards the rapture that they've been chasing. The soft, high pitched cries barely escaping her throat give him the permission he needs to let go, and she’s falling with him as he wraps his arms around her and holds her as close to him as he can as they fade together into a blissful state of euphoria.

She’s wrapped her arms around him too, squeezing him as her orgasm ripples through her but letting go once her body goes limp, letting her elbows drop to the mattress and keeping her hands weakly on his sides. “Fuck,” she breathes out. “My god.”

He chuckles and kisses her cheek. “Killian will do,” he says with a smirk that he knows she can hear in his voice.

She smacks his rear playfully, eliciting a yelp from him in response to the sting, and then kisses his cheek tenderly.

“Can I get you some water, my dear?” she hums in response, nodding against his face and giving him one last squeeze before letting go.

“That would be very nice, thank you.”

When he returns, she’s cleaned herself up and curled under the blankets, but he’s pleased to see that she hasn’t bothered with getting dressed. He smirks at her as he hands over the glass after taking another swig from it, then removes his own boxers and crawls in next to her, placing a soft kiss on her temple once she lies back down. “That was pretty good,” she says playfully.

“The water or the sex?”

“Both, I guess,” she shrugs.

He hums out a laugh, equal parts entertained and exhausted, and wraps his arms around her so that her back is planted firmly against his front. “Should we talk about your parents?”

She snorts. “We’re both naked.”

“A fact that I very much appreciate,” he quips. “I just meant what happened earlier. It’s been quite a trying day for you and you learned something new about them.”

“Trying for all of us.” He hums. “I don't know, it sucked. I wish it never happened, but then I wonder what my life would be like if it hadn’t. Probably could've been a lot worse, I guess.”

“Aye, I suppose that’s possible.” She nods. “I’m sorry.”

Emma shakes her head, taking his forearms and pulling them tighter around herself. “It’s something I'll just have to deal with.”

“Right.”

“But you’ll be here, right? You’ll… I won’t bear it alone?”

In response to her repeating his own words back to him, he chuckles. Then, he nods against the back of her neck, placing a kiss there and grinning as he says, “precisely. Always.”

She pulls away a bit and he instantly misses the warmth of her skin against his and fears that she’s closing herself off, but instead she rolls over to hug him close and hitches one leg between his two, kissing his throat. “‘M tired.”

“Aye, love,” Killian agrees, running his hand along her back. “We’ll sort everything in the morning.”

She nods. “We've got to come up with a plan for dealing with Regina and Neal. They can’t get away with this.”

“We will,” he assures her in a whisper. “We won't let them.”

Just as he’s sure she’s faded under the blanket of sleep, she whispers, “love you,” into his skin, and he sleeps soundly.

#the days we defend #walk with me #sequel #days we defend ff #captain swan #captain swan fanfic #cs ff #once upon a time fanfic #ouat ff #cs au #emma swan #killian jones #cs smut

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Pre Shippuden — Shippuden Era

Ages 16 - 22. This is a continuation of the events in Hokkaido's life.

Age 16

I left off on her six month mission in Konohagakure. Backtracking a few months before she turned sixteen, she worked directly under Tsunade Senju amd had slowly reconnected with her old friends, including Neji Hyūga, Kiba Inuzuka, Ino Yamanaka, Sakura Haruno, Shikamaru Nara, and Choji Akamichi.

That being said, her sixteenth birthday was spent in the Hidden Leaf. The party was small and planned by Ino, complete with a few cupcakes and dango. This was the first birthday she enjoyed after Emi passed away.

Speaking of Emi, Hokkaido constantly worried over Ichika and often wrote letters to the younger one. After all, next year Ichika would start the Amegakure Academy.

Aside from her mission, nothing too big happened this year. Though she found out Sasuke was missing. He had become a Rogue Ninja. Okay that's pretty big but still.

Age 17

Upon her journey towards Amegakure after the six months had passed, the Kunoichi had taken it into her own hands to search for Sasuke. She strayed off the path she should have been taking to go to the Hidden Rain Village.

From here, she runs into some nasty company.

This was the first time she met Pein and Konan. And they looked like they were ready to end her.

Upon activating her sharingan, interest was sparked in her by Pein. She was spared on one condition. Well a few, but one big one.

She was to join the Akatsuki, accept the Rogue life and abandon her old life. This would mean abandoning the Hidden Rain and Ichika.

But on the other hand, maybe she could find Sasuke. She had no clue just how wrong she was. But she agreed nonetheless.

So she was taken back to the base, fron there, she met the other members.

Okay don't kill me but here's what happens when she first meets the Akatsuki: [her opinion and relationships will change over time]

Pein: Of course when they first met, she was intimidated and activated her sharingan, but being spared and hopefully brought closer to her brother, she would do anything he asked, for now at least.

Konan: Seeing her special skills, Hokkaido was intimidated but wouldn't admit so. She seems to be the only female here.

Deidara: I'm sorry Dei, but my little angel thought you were a very beautiful lady until you spoke the first time. Needless to say, she was rather shocked but admired his hair and explosives anyway.

Kakuzu: one word. Fear. This man is huge and crazy tall, also his personality reminds her of what its like to bite into a crabapple.

Hidan: she admired his dedication, but didn't like how he greeted her with “Fuck, there's another one? At least this one has a decent rack”. She punched him. And threatened his life only to find out he's immortal.

Tobi: well, he's very hyper and welcoming at least, but she wondered why he wore that mask.

Kisame: is he a man? Shark? Man-Shark? Either way, she kept a distance and admired his strength from afar.

Sasori: puppets are completely and utterly horrifying and she wanted nothing to do with this weird puppet man. Until she saw how red his hair was and her cheeks dusted a pale pink. It reminded her of someone she met a few years ago.

Itachi: . . . Her brother. Her brother, who had killed the clan was in the Akatsuki. Upon seeing him, she wondered if it was too late to leave the Akatsuki. She rurned her nose away and sighed.

Zetsu: “are you a. . . Big, adorable plant man?” i think it's safe to say Zetsu stared at her and quite possibly closed his trap around himself to save himself the embarrassment or black Zetsu threatening to eat her.

Back to Age 17

Sasuke wasn't with them, and she felt like shutting down completely. She was now at square one again. She had hoped this was her ticket to helping her brother, but ahe didnt know he didn't want help.

And honestly, you can't help someone who doesn't want any help.

Aside from her mind overworking, she now had to face Itachi as he was staring her down.

“hey, Itachi... ”

From there, the two walked around as he explained what really happened that day. She was torn. The Leaf had ordered this massacre?

Maybe she wasn't ready to go home after all.

Age 18

On her eighteenth birthday, she had spent her very first one with Itachi in nine years, and she oncr again, was crying those sappy happy little tears.

She never really expected a group of terrorists to the villages to get her gifts, yet they had.

Konan had gotten her a pair of fingerless gloves; Hokkaido appreciated the gesture because her hands were usually cold and Konan usually got things she needed or wanted anyway as the two had become closer.

Kisame had given her her very first katana, which, she undeniably adored the gesture; and she was extremely pink cheeked, she wasn't in love with him but she really liked his caring and understanding attitude.

Tobi had gotten her a mask to match his, which she never would wear; instead, she retaliated with offering to share dango with him instead. Which results in him squealing.

Sasori had claimed he didn't give a damn about things she wanted but still placed a small wooden figure of well, GAARA, in front of her; which led to the idea he had read her diary and had fully embarrassed her. But this little figure was different. Gaara was dressed as the Kazekage.

Deidara had picked her up some paint; remembering she hsd spent endless nights she couldn't sleep to paint her ceilinv and walls, and was out of it.

Zetsu uh, well, gave her a few seeds for flowers. It was for a joke since he figured she would never use them, but she held o to them. Just wait. These gifts will be brought up later.

Kakuzu, and i can't stress this enough, didn't do shit.

Hidan, on the other hand, tried offering immortality if she converted to jashinism.

Itachi had saved his for last. He had gotten her a journal and pens, as well as her stuffed panda from Amegakure.

A part of being an official member of the Akatsuki meant missions. And she had completed several, but what made her panic would be the one where the hunt for Jinchuuriki began.

It was a silent battle with herself. She had already dedicated herself to the Akatsuki but she knew two Jinchuuriki. Gaara and Naruto.

The day Gaara's One Tail was extracted, she covered her mouth upon hearing those certain words.

“He's dead”.

As if she had been hoping her life wouldn't get worse, she had already made up her mind. She really, really despised Deidara now. And she knew she would be killed if she straight up abandoned post.

However, on her next solo mission, she managed to leave a scroll for the Hokage and wanted word passed silently between the Five Kage's. She was playing both sides as of now, but desperately wanted out.

Would they believe her?

No. Not yet at least.

Age 19

Silence. She had succumbed herself with silence, almost like a vow she had taken. Deidara, Sasori, they were dead and war was coming.

She promised herself she would hate Deidara for what he did to Gaara, but she couldn't help but feel pity. Deidara was only a teenager when he died. [I think he was nineteen?]

With the Fourth Shinobi War coming, she was scared. Having no idea what to even do, Hokkaido assumed she would die.

Because I'm a lil bitch, I'm making you wait until she turns 20 for more details.

Age 20

The Akatsuki was no more. Almost all had died, and Hokkaido felt a slight empty feeling in her heart as she sat in front of the Five Kage's.

This was judgement. Would she be allowed to repent and become a better person or be banished forever, or die? Her mind was going wild.

Though, she couldn't help the feeling of ease as she saw Gaara, the Kazekage and boy she used to know, standing and perfectly fine.

“During the time of my extraction, I could see she wanted nothing to do with the Akatsuki organization. She looked almost forced to be there”.

The words Gaara spoke made her face turn pink and look away. Why was he trying to help her when she had fallen into the wrong group of people?

As if she hadn't already felt like she had succumbed herself in a repetitive cycle of falling for Gaara each day she thought about it, him helping her only dragged her deeper into the pit.

And Kami, he was so beautiful.

“and I'd like to offer that if you don't trust her, that's fine. She can return to Suna with me and Kankurō. She can build herself from there”.

So she moves to Suna and begins working on herself as a person, much of the things she had thought about was the very questions Gaara had asked along the way.

“why help me?” she had asked, the gaze he gave her was hard but he responded with: “you aren't the only one who was in the wrong. It would be wrong of anyone to not let you change yourself. I was given a chance and was once feared and hated, so can you answer this for me, do you wamt to live? Do you want to start a new beginning? If so, keep walking with us”.

And so she walked.

Age 21

Life in Suna was much different than the Hidden Rain or Leaf. Not many people would contact her or look her way for the first few days. After all she was an outsider and reformed terrorist.

Hokkaido had grown close to Temari once more, as well as Kankurō. These two, when free, helped her with the adjustment.

Hokkaido had left Amegakure behind, the ache in her heart subsiding as she realized Ichika had grown into a decent young child and chose to not become a shinobi, considering shinobi had too many hardships and heartaches to deal with.

As for Gaara, the two often spent time gardening and cultivating cacti.

Something from the past had finally been planted. The flower seeds Zetsu had given her way back on her birthday spent with the Akatsuki.

The katana that Kisame had given her was placed on a display.

Her Traditional Japanese Sword Display

The katana which is the most recognized full sized samurai sword and is often the first piece in any collection. It sits at the bottom and has a beautiful violet ito handle wrap.

The second would be the wakizashi which is a mid-sized sword that resembles the katana and the ito handle wrap was midnight blue.

Then the third which is a tanto. The tanto is the shortest of the swords or in many examples can be as short as today's standard survival styled knife. The ito wrap is black.

This is an example of how the stand is:

Age 21

The mask Tobi had given her had brought up bitter memories and had long sense been tossed into a storage box.

Her fingerless gloves had been destroyed during the war, but since she used them for swordplay, Temari had gotten her a new pair as a gift.

The wooden figure Sasori had given her of Gaara was more or less embarassing since she lived with the sand siblings and had hidden it away in the storage box.

Her panda sat on her bed, displayed and untouched except for during the night.

Age 22

Upon the next year, Hokkaido watched as relationships blossomed between many people, marriages and children coming into the world, she began wondering if she would ever have something like this in her own life. She highly doubted it.

Having been back and forth from Konohagakure, she grew closer to Shikamaru once more from childhood as she often joined the male and Temari on days they'd spend time together.

Other times, Hokkaido would stick to Kankurō and help with making puppets, she rather enjoyed painting them.

And occasionally, when Gaara was free, the two would still garden together and had began talking more, sometimes the two would even go out to the village and walk around together.

Her feelings for Gaara seemed to only hrow stronger as she had grown older, and she imagined herself having a future with him. It always made her heart hammer and her face turn blood red.

This year, she had cut most of her hair off to her shoulders as it had grown too long. She soon admits her feelings to Gaara, unsurprisingly, he was silent.

She most definitely assumed she blew it, but nearly a week later, Gaara had shyly asked if she would allow him to court her.

This was most definitely the beginning of a new and beautiful relationship.

I'll pick up with pre boruto - boruto era soon. Though im not sure if these are even good. @temarihime @thefifthkazekage @how-troublesome @houndninja

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