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billygoat26 · 3 months ago

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TIME TO WRITE A STORY ON THE SPOT!! WOOOOOOO

Basically, you missed Mr Puzzles’ birthday, and only found out a week later. ENJOY!!

You were panicking. How could you forget his birthday?! Well, he never said anything about it before but still, it was a friend’s responsibility to know birthdays!

So you’d run to the store, gotten a cake (you found one that was TV themed, shockingly enough) and got him a “world’s best friend” trophy and a new video camera for his filming. It was expensive, but hopefully it would be worth it…

You’d also decided that the first video on the camera would be his reaction to the surprise gifts, for memories sake.

So when you made it over to the abandoned warehouse where he frequently spent his time, you made sure that everything was ready and neatly packaged before knocking on the door. You started recording.

There was silence for a moment, and just before you could knock again the door opened to reveal the familiar TV head. He must have been in a pretty bad mood before hand, cause the first thing you were met with was an angry “What?!”

Though quickly realizing it was just you, he calmed down, the angry expression on his screen immediately switching to one of shock. “Oh, it’s just you.” He studied the video camera and the gift packaging for a moment, a wary yet almost amused look appearing on his screen. “What’s all this, [Y/N]?”

You had a big smile on your face once he calmed down a bit, and held out the trophy and the cake to Mr Puzzles. “Since I missed your actual birthday, figured I’d make it up to you?”

It was clear he hadn’t registered the situation entirely yet, but when he did the screen flickered to a sad expression, though in this context it was clear it was more of a happy-sad. “You… did this for me?” It was a rare emotional moment for the TV head, a stark contrast to his usual perfectionism and obsession with his shows. He looked directly to the video camera next, at the moment unaware of it recording. Well, probably. “What, next you’re gonna say that this is for me too?” He sounded almost disbelieving, like he didn’t want to get his hopes up, and yet hopeful all at once.

You chuckled softly, nodding in response. “Yep aaaand yep! It’s for you! By the way, it miiiiiight be recording?” You gave an almost sheepish smile while Mr Puzzles’s screen took on a look of shock, and you laughed while he scrambled to grab the video camera to check and see that it was, in fact, recording.

“Happy late birthday, Mr Puzzles.” You added on as a different variation of the sad expression took over his screen, this time more emotionally touched, like this was the best thing to have happened in god knows how long. Though of course, being the drama queen he is, he quickly recovered, that stupid grin on his face again.

“Ah! I know what we could do! You could help me with this new film idea that I’ve been working on!” You had to cut him off before he went on a rant about the idea though, pointing out the cake and the trophy you’d gotten him too.

“Hey, you’re missing out on more stuff, goof!” Mr Puzzles’s attention was snapped to the boxed cake and the trophy, which he noticed what the trophy was for upon closer inspection and his screen flickered between the overjoyed smile and the other alteration of sadness, like the mixed emotions visualized.

“World’s best friend…” Mr Puzzles read aloud, then the smile became a permanent resident on his screen. “I.. thank you.” He seemed genuinely at a loss for words, so much so that he wasn’t trying to cover this up as some dramatic scene in a movie. This was truly a rare experience.

After a brief moment of silence as Mr Puzzles soaked in the moment, he quickly invited you inside and kicked aside some scattered props. You were lead over to a small table, which had some leftover birthday decorations presumably from his own celebration. He set the cake box down on the table, and while he worked on cutting some slices for the two of you with a bright smile on his tv screen, you took the opportunity to ask a question.

“Did you… celebrate alone..?” The question made him pause, and his lack of a response was enough of an answer. You sighed softly and put a hand on his shoulder, dragging his attention back to you.

“Well, you don’t have to celebrate alone anymore… okay?” More silence from Mr Puzzles, though his screen betrayed his reaction… emotional. You pulled him into a hug, to which after a moment of buffering he eventually reciprocated, holding on like you were a fragile piece of art.

After the hug was eventually broken, he held up a plate with a slice of the cake for you, which you gratefully accepted. The two of you spent the rest of the time eating cake and talking about his new ideas.

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lovingpiastri · 5 months ago

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OSCAR ' HEART EYES ' PIASTRI (op81 x female! reader)

ꪆৎ die hard formula one fans always appear to take liking to certain interviewers but dislike others , oscar doesn't need anyones input: he's smitten for you.

warnings : none !

in all the years of desiring to excell successfully into formula one, oscar never expected chit chating with a tenderly lenient interviewer would be the best jigsaw in the puzzle in which was his career . the cherry on top , the final flourish or icing on the cake were a couple of idioms he would use to describe you.

and people weren't daft to notice it either !

the lingering stares into your glamorous eyes whilst you attempted to keep your composure , clutching onto your microphone for dear life as the words slipping out of your mouth begin to blend into a mess due to your anxious nerves bubbling . even oscar wondered if you were plummeting into a sudden stroke , also panicking .

however all was well when you backtracked , re-phrased your words as an endearing bond and inside joke blossomed between you like a flourishing stargazer lily .

the joke only thickens when to your next interview you have a tight knit of flashcards, immediately sending oscar into hysterics & leaving poor old you baffled .

"flashcards? do i make you that nervous?"

"kinda yeah..."

"you are something else.."

the chemistry you two behold is immaculate, enough to kill a small victorian child so if that doesn't describe the intensity what will? perhaps , mr lando norris sitting behind a computer screen causing havoc on the internet because he was a victim of it !

'victim' maybe a tad bit melodramatic but hey ! if the intensity grows any stronger you lot are destined to create your own gravitational pull sometime soon .

we all despise overdone clichés but whenever oscar's eyes remain stationary , targeting yours during the sweet silences everyone around you could swear on the mother of god they observed as fire works combusted around you .

©lovingpiastri

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callumsturn · 7 months ago

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At Last

Summary: John watches you at the bar, having fun without him, and trying his best to not get jealous. Your troubled past comes to the surface once he senses he might lose you to someone else.

Pairing: Major John "Bucky" Egan x female reader Content/Warnings: He gets jealous, you can guess where this is going. 18+ smut (minors don't interact), unprotected sex. Notes: If you have any requests you'd like me to write please let me know! Comments and reblogs are always appreciated. Thank you! Also, I'm working on a part II for "Sweet John", if anyone's interested in reading that just let me know!

You didn't notice John's gaze on you the entire night through the crowded pub, as another airman talked to you. You were trying to have fun for a variation of events. You felt you deserved it.

You looked over at him for a brief second, your eyes happened to rest in his direction. You heard him talk to his best mate Major Gale Cleven, which said something rushed before you saw Egan drain the rest of his beer, setting the glass on the bar and walk in your direction.

He approached you and the other man, hands in his pockets, a smirk on his face. He stopped between the two of you, making sure to knock shoulders with the other guy in the process. "Hey." he spoke, his eyes never leaving you.

"Hi." You simply said, confused for a second.

Major Egan looked around the pub before leaning down. "Is he bothering you?" he asked lowly next to you.

"No Bucky, I'm alright." you told him.

"Good." He grumbled in response, before shooting the other man a look and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, tugging you slightly closer to him.

"Bucky, stop that." your voice trailed off, tired. The other airmen looked at you puzzled.

Bucky looked down at you, his smirk widening. "What? I can't spend time with my favourite girl?" He joked, pulling you against his side.

You heard the other airman speak suddenly. "Oh sorry, are you guys-."

"We're not." you assured him.

Egan wasn't your boyfriend, he had no right to act like he owned you, but he wanted the other airman to think you were off limits.

"Not yet." he said between his signature smirk. "But I'm working on it."

The other airmen stepped forward. "It seems like you're the one bothering the lady, Mr....?" he waited for Bucky to introduce himself, and hopefully leave you all to himself.

Bucky scoffed slightly. "Major John Egan.", removing his arm from your shoulders and offering out his hand for the other man to shake.

The other man did the same, introducing himself as a lower rank.

Bucky's grip on his hand was firm - maybe a little too firm for a typical greeting. "What unit you with?" he asked him, eyes sizing up the man's uniform. After getting his answer Bucky spoke plainly. "I see." He then turned his attention back to you, eyes somewhat unreadable.

His smirk returned as he looked at the man, his voice calm. "What're you doing talking to my girl?" His tone light and teasing, but with an undercurrent of possessiveness to it.

"Bucky, stop that." Your voice a bit higher now.

He raised his hands in mock surrender. "What? I'm just making conversation."

You felt the other airman's hand at the low of your back, before he spoke. "We're just getting to know each other."

You noticed Bucky's eyes tracing his movements, before complaining. "Can I help you mate?" Bucky's voice showing real bother for the first time. "You can keep your hands to yourself, yeah?" He responded in a half-threatening tone.

You stepped away from the man, as well as from Bucky. "You're being an asshole John." you told him.

He knew he was being an ass, but he couldn't help it; something inside him snapped everytime he saw you with someone else. "Yeah, well..." he trailed off, looking around before his gaze landed on you again. "Better than letting him paw all over you."

"I wasn't pawing all over her." the other airman raises his voice.

Bucky took a step forward, eyes narrowing as the man raised his tone. "Hey, pal" he said, irritation in his tone. "Back off."

Bucky pushed the man's chest with a firm push, and you saw Gale come to the rescue, reaching the air, placing a hand on Bucky's shoulder, attempting to pull him away. "Cut it out, Bucky. That's enough." he said firmly.

He shrughed his shoulders, hands in the air in defense, like he hadn't done a thing. You looked at him for a second, before backing away from the everyone, exiting the bar.

Watching you leave, part of him wanted to follow after you and apologize for his behavior, but the other part of him stubbornly insisting he took the right action - he'd be dammed before he let some other airmen make a move on you.

Gale shook his head as his eyes followed you, before looking back at Bucky. "You're a damn idiot." He shrugged Gale's hold on him, following you outside.

The cool night air hit the Major in the face as he pushed open the door, eyes darting around the street to find you. A flicker of guilt flared in his chest as he spotted you walking down the street, head down and arms crossed. He hesitated for a second, before making his way towards you.

You heard his steps behind you, just before his voice became clear. "Hey I'm sorry."

You stopped walking abruptly, turning around to face him. His hands were shoved in his pockets, the expression on his face a mixture of guilt and something else. "I'm sorry." he repeated, taking a few steps forward. "I shouldn't have acted like that in there."

"Yeah, but somehow, you always do." The look of disappointment on your face hitting him like a brick.

Bucky's heart constricted in his chest as he looked down at you, the look in your eyes almost physically painful for him to see. It always was, but he could never help himself.

"It's just... " he trailed off, looking around the street. "You and another guy... it pisses me off, alright?"

"I don't see why!" You kept your guard up. Your irritated tone contrasting with his.

Frustration and annoyance started to show on his face. "And I don't see how you can stand there and act like you don't know damn well why it pisses me off!" he replied, taking another step closer to you, his gaze boring directly into to yours.

"Because you don't like seeing men put their hands on women? I get that, but it was kind of my choice to accept that or not, not you."

"Damn it, that's not the point!" he exclaimed, resisting the urge to just grab you by the arms and shake some sense into you. "You shouldn't be letting other guy touch you like that, especially those british pricks."

"So now it's because he's British. You mess around with British girls all the time and that doesn't bother you."

Bucky tensed at your words. "That's... different."

"How is that fucking different John?" Your voice filled with disbelief.

"Because it just is, okay?" His voice growing louder as he struggled to control his emotions. "You can't just... you can't just let every aiman that comes along touch you, it's not-" he cut himself off abruptly, exhaling a sharp breath.

"Every airmen..." you exhaled an answer, chuckling. "So now I'm some kind of whore."

Bucky's eyes widened as his expression changed from anger to genuine hurt. "What?"" he exclaimed. "No, of course you're not, I don't-" he cut himself off, running a hand over his face with a frustrated low groan. "That's not what I meant." he mumbled. "Why are you twisting my words like that?"

"What do you mean then John?"

"You can't just let guys be all handsy with you when it's obvious-" he paused for a moment "when it's obvious they're trying to get with you."

"And why do you care?" your voice toning down, tired of aurguing.

Bucky froze for a second, stunned by your question. "Why do I care?" he echoed incredulously. "Why do I care?" he repeated. "Because... because I care about you, goddamnit."

You chuckled softly after a couple seconds of silence. "Sure... just not enough."

He looked at you like you'd just slapped him in the face. "Don't..." he began, taking another step closer to you. "Don't say that. You know that's not true."

You shrughed your shoulders. "Do I?" You looked at him, tears of age forming in your eyes. Bucky's expression changed completely. The sight of your tears immediately sending a pang through his chest.

"Hey..." he said softly, reaching out to gently brush the tears from your cheeks. "Hey, come on, don't do that." He cupped your face gently, looking at you with concern and regret.

"I'm not yours, but I can't be anyone else's." you simply told him.

His eyes flickered across your expression as he processed your words. "What's that supposed to mean?" His voice barely above a whisper, as though he was afraid of the answer.

"It means I don't wanna be stuck in this strange limbo."

Bucky was silent for a moment, heart clenching in his chest as he took in your words. He knew what you were talking about, he knew what this conversation was leading to, but he still wasn't quite ready to hear it. "What do you want me to say?", his words somewhat strangled. "Damn it, you know why I can't-" he trailed off, his hands dropping back down to his side.

Your eyes were pleading for an answer.

"You know why I can't." he repeated, swallowing hard. "You know I want you, I-" He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence, knowing that if he did, there was no going back. You saw Bucky trying to gather his best words, until they finally came out of his mouth. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

Bucky stared down at you, his expression a mixture of vulnerability and fear. He has thought those words but had never had the courage to actually say them out loud. He tried to say something, anything, to fill the silence, but he found he wasn't able to. So he just stood there, looking at you with an almost pleading look in his eyes.

"You'll hurt me either way." you whispered.

Bucky visibly winced at your words. He wanted to protest, to tell you that wasn't true, but he knew you were right. He would hurt you, no matter what decision he made. He exhaled a shaky breath, his eyes locked on yours as he tried to find something to say.

"I-" he cut himself off before he could finish his sentence - before he blurted out three very dangerous little words.

Instead, he took another step forward, reaching out to lightly brush some hair away from your face. His hand lingered against your skin for a moment, almost like he was trying to memorize the feeling of your touch beneath his fingertips.

"Damn it." he mumbled, almost solely to himself. "You make me so damn weak, y'know that?" He tried to keep his voice steady, but it was a losing battle as he stared down into your eyes. He could feel himself crumbling. "You wreck me." he admitted quietly, the words falling from his lips in a whispered confession.

He couldn't help himself from closing the remaining space between you both. He pulled you closer, his eyes flickering down to your lips before meeting your gaze again. You looked up at him with hopefull and tired eyes as he grabbed your face. You couldn't take it anymore, you had to try. Your eyes focused on his lips, then on his eyes and then his lips again. You noticed John's reaction to your gaze.

Bucky knew exactly what you were doing. He could see it in your eyes, and it took every ounce of self-control not to simply crash his lips against yours. He wanted to, desperately. He wanted to throw caution to the wind and give in to the overwhelming urge to kiss you.

You finally closed the gap between you both, half expecting John to back away. But he didn't.

He couldn't.

The moment your lips connected, all rationality left him. He didn't hesitate. His arms wrapped around you in a tight grip, as he returned the kiss with a bruising passion. You wrapped your hands around his neck hesintatly.

Bucky's hands moved to your lower back, fingers tangling in the fabric of your shirt, as he deepened the kiss. He was desperate, hungry, like a starving man given his first taste of food in weeks. The kiss was deeply passionate, filled with months of unspoken words and buried feelings.

He couldn't get enough of you. He wanted more, as much as possible, as much as you would give him. He nipped at your bottom lip, demanding more, his grip on you tightening as he pressed you closer, the length of his body molded against yours.

"John..." you mumbled his name near his mouth, in a faint whisper.

He let out a low groan at the sound of his name falling from your lips. The way you said it, breathless and desperate, sent a shiver down his spine. "Don't say my name like that." he mumbled back against your mouth, before capturing your lips in another bruising kiss.

"Why?" you lightly smiled against his lips.

"You know damn well why." he replied. "You say my name like that and I'm a goner."

You just smiled up at him, a look of innocence on your face. "Let's go home John."

His breath caught in his troat as you spoke. Home, with you. His grip on you tightened reflexively. He swallowed hard, staring down at you. His eyes a mixture of desire and hope. "Yeah, let's go home."

You grabbed his hand and practically ran to his car.

The drive back to his place was tense and filled with electric energy, stealing glances as he drove, fighting to keep his hands off you. After what felt like an eternity, you finally pulled up to this place. You looked at him for a few seconds, analyzing his expression.

"What?" you laughed slightly.

Bucky shook his head, running a hand through his hair, as he chuckled nervously. "Nothing." he said. "Just... trying to get my bearings, I guess." He paused for a moment, looking at you with a mixture of tenderdes and desire. "Come on." he said quietly. "Let's go inside."

You were amazed at his soft and kind manner. You always saw Bucky either partying, drunk or just overly enthusiastic about a successful mission. He was being sweet and assuring, and you were not used to it.

Bucky held your hand gently as he led you out of the car and towards his door. He let you inside, following closely behind, his eyes never leaving you as he closed the door behind him. He knew he was acting differently, but he couldn't help it. This was different. And it scared the hell out of him.

You took off your jacket and placed it on a nearby sofa at the entrance. You looked around at his apartment. Majors usually received good places to live.

Bucky watched you get comfortable, his eyes lingering on your body before averting them quickly. He hadn't been lying when he said you wrecked him, and it was taking all his self-control not to just grab and press you up against the wall right then and there.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked.

You shook your head no as you approached him.

One of his hands moved to your hip, gently resting there. "You sure?"

"I'm sure." You smiled up at him, resting your hands briefly in his chest.

He inhaled sharply, his hand tightening slightly on your hip. Slowly, he let out a shaky exhale. "God, you're beautiful." he murmured.

"What took you so long to say that?" you asked with your arms around his neck.

He chuckled softly at your question, his hand slowly moving over your back to pull you closer. He leaned down, his mouth hovering just above your car. "I thought I made that pretty clear." he murmured. "I'm not a subtle guy."

"Sure... you've always said it, some way or another."

"I think I've been pretty damn obvious" Bucky agreed. "But you just wouldn't listen."

You looked at him for a few seconds. "You mean it?"

“I’ve always meant it.” His words sincere and his hands grabbing the small of your waist.

He sent shivers down your body with each word, with each touch. He drove you wild.

You abruptly connected both your lips for the second time of the night. Your small figure clinging to his larger one. He immediately grabbed your face between his hands, returning the kiss, before moving his hands to your body. Your arms around his neck and back, holding him with eagerness.

You heard his chuckle between kisses. “Are you alright?”

“I’m done waiting John.” You whispered as you looked him in the eyes for a brief second.

You saw him nod his head, his expression serious. He guided you to his bedroom, never letting go of you. He closed the door behind him, just as you pushed him to his bed. You crawled your way up, your stomach up, looking up at him. Waiting for him.

He unbuttoned his uniform, taking his underneath T-shirt in a swift move over his head. He then started undoing his belt, and dropped his pants on the floor before climbing on the bed. He started undressing you. Ever so carefully, not rushing the moment. First your shirt, then your skirt, and lastly your shoes and stockings. He kept your foot on his hand, bringing it up and kissing it slowly, looking at you and then your core. His hand running over your leg. You positioned your ankle on top of his shoulder and pushed him towards you, on top of you. His body fell on top of yours carefully, supporting part of his weight on his arms, as he kissed you once again. He then moved to your neck, from your jaw to the base of your neck, hearing your soft moans every now and then.

You could tell it had an immense effect on him. Of course it did. He had waited all this time for you. You looked up at him, your faces only a mere inch from each other. You pleaded him with your eyes. You didn’t have to say anything, he knew.

You felt him move, positioning himself. He looked down at you once again, checking on you. You nodded your head once again. And suddenly felt him enter your core, slowly. Your mouth opened slightly almost instinctively, and John invaded it with his own. Your moans muffled by his lips, only escaping once he pulled away briefly to breathe.

“You alright?” His breathy tone escaping his mouth.

You nodded your head rapidly, and he continued his pace. You lifted your hips in desperation. You wanted to fill him whole. You bent your legs, wrapping them around his torso.

John exhaled as he noticed your new position, fastening his pace.

You moaned louder, pulling him into you with more force. You were driving him wild, and he made sure to let you know.

��Fuck…” his voice trailed off next to your ear. “You feel so fucking good.”

He was sending you over the edge. You tried to warn him but you couldn’t even form a single word, only senseless exhales.

“Cmon.” You hear his soft voice. “You can let go.”

His words set the tone for your explosion of nerves. You came underneath him, eyes fixed on his as he did the same like he was waiting for you.

As you both exhaled repeatedly, your breathing became one. You both moaned as he removed himself from you, both still very overstimulated. John looked into your eyes, brushing the hair that stubbornly kept clinging to your wet forehead.

He shot you that dumb, dashing smirk you knew so well, as he tamed your hair. You did the same to him. "What the matter?" you asked.

He laughed again. "You're something else." he finally said.

You flashed him an embarrassed smile. "Alright now." You got up, dragging a sheet with you, wrapped around your body. "Shower."

John flashed you a cheesy smile, getting up in an instant, pulling the sheet from your body, and following you down to the bathroom.

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evilminji · 2 months ago

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OKAY, FIRST? Like the Picture Says...

So!

Here I was, sittin', thinkin', pondering my thoughts. Thing to myself? "How could one? Presumably female, much like myself, Jedi repopul-" and THAT is when my brain, worn and weary, from years of The Internet? SLAMMED its fucking pint down on the bar counter, turned to me with an ugly scowl and sneered?

"You KNOW fucking how. Don't be coy."

( O.O) w-well alright then, brain. Little aggressive. Kinda wondering where you got the knife. I... I'ma just... go... *pint glass is thrown after me, shattering on the door as it just barely misses*

So! Yeah. Birth, probably. But STILL! That's like? Still ONE(1) fuckin Jedi right? And even IF Mr. "I am literally half midi-chlorians by blood" sired two Force Sensitives on his first go? That's no guarantee EVERYONE does?

Unless..... >.> we are taking into account a Force Sensitive RACE. THEN? Oh, THEN? It's not a matter of IF, but HOW MUCH. Enough to hit that arbitrary cut off point? What if you don't care? What if you say "everybody can be a Jedi"? Want to TRUELY spread the Light. Not just to those who are STRONG enough... but to EVERYONE.

There are a few races like that! But! That STILL? Doesn't solve the Puzzle! The Problem! Of how could One(1) VERY determined Jedi lady, who? Presumably is pretty cool with motherhood. Rebuild The Jedi Order, by NOPING™ out before Order 66.

Again, presumably AFTER taking on the role of Creche Master. And AFTER taking all the youngling on a Super Fun Unplanned Don't Tell The Other Grown Ups Suprise Feild Trip~☆ (yaaaaay!)(who wants snacks! Everybody got their travel bags and buddies? Let's gooooo~☆!)

Cause like? Still need a stable population. And enough Jedi to *obscene gestures multiculturally* at the Sith.

My? Proposal? We turn to the Wisdom of the Monster Fuckers. (Wait wait WAIT! Don't leave! HEAR ME OUT!) I KNOW this sounds like a sex thing! Not a sex thing! It's a "Who said Humanoid Meant Live Birth? Were fucking Aliens, Bro" thing! Just because? Our SI-OC? Was reborn AS a vaguely human shaped sentient?

DOESNT MEAN SHE'S A MAMMAL.

That weird hair color could mark her as some WEIRD, man! Fuck, for all we know she could be a fungus! It's vaguely body horror! You get over it! Adapt to new biology!

Learn?? You lay CLUTCHS. Fuckin EGGS. All baby making is external after the first bit. Something, something, easier to defend against predators. SI-OC doesn't remember that part. There was this high pitched ringing in her head then a thump. She was on the floor. May have fainted. What're you, a cop?

They offer her weird alien birth control.

She takes the birth control.

Learns she is a Rare and Near Extinct Species, a la Master Mundi. Learns it's VERY detrimental to her health to lay clutches. Takes a lot of resources, she can't LEAVE it, so with out a partner or community (or sufficient hoard of food) she WILL starve to death. It HAS happened.

No, seriously, look Mafame Che in the eyes. It HAS happened. And no you CAN'T "push your impulses into the Force". It's a biological imperative. Your body physically won't LET you.

Exactly three options. Babies born, they die, or YOU DIE.

......little intense. Got it. Yes she would like that birth control. She will continue to be both average and forgettable. Pay no attention to the Jedi Creche Master In Training! Oh look! It's kenobi! *yeets fellow jedi under the speeder*

Take some.... research trips >.> <.< >.> which is of course totally not scouting out new Temple locations! To the Wild Zone. Mmmmm, no one for WEEKS by hyperdrive! It's so calm out here!

Only took, like, 278 different planets scouted! To find the right one.

*starts building dwellings.* *starts directing "too old" Force Sensitives or Families that want to stay together and are willing to move, towards the location.*

New secret Jedi planet? Whaaaaat? Nooooooo. That would be illegal. Jedi can't break RULES! Don't be silly. Oh? Is that Skywalker? *same Speeder, new jedi. YEET!*

But WAIT! The War Approachth! D:> upsetting. Better get ready to give that "we totally need to Hide The Babies For War Reasons" presentation she has prepared. But FIRST?

A clutch. Got a transport pod ready to go. Got food stockpiled. Got the birth control out. Now? Just need a male! Too uh... contribute.

.......look, she wants her legion of tiny jedi babies okay? They glow like STARS. Everything is BETTER with them around. And she's kinda come around to this whole... disgusting slime... goo... Thing™. Cause I mean? At LEAST it's not pushing one OUT! ( o7 Padme, you have her respect. But also you are a madwoman.)

The Healers, are of course, FROTHING at the mouth.

YOU DUMB MOTHER FUCKER. They hiss, like healing and very concerned paragons of needle weilding fury. Where the FUCK are you going to just? GET?? A male of you INCREDIBLY RARE AS FUCK Species? You damn near dead and no longer existent species??!? You have DELIBERATELY put yourself in EXTREME medical distress! For WHAT?! Did you HAVE a plan!?

Yeah. :3 I call it Pulling a Yoda's Linage *Yoda ears move from Concern, to Intrigued*

*click*

..........what was that. Jedi SI-OC, What Was That?? *comms start blowing up* What did you just DO?

Oh :3c simple. She asked. It's the only polite thing to DO after all. She DOES need assistance. Surely someone would be willing to offer. If they can. How? You may ask?? Why look so CONCERNED Councilors! She simply assumed, that? Since there is no way of KNOWING where in the Galaxy surviving members of her Race are? And time IS of the essence? She SHOULD reach as wide an audience as she can, as FAST as she can... RIGHT?

>:3c so, of course, she posted her request to the Holonet.

Video and all.

"Grettings, I am Jedi SI-OC. I am an [race] and currently a Creche Master here at the Jedi Temple of Coruscant. I require the assistance of a healthy, willing Male of my species, as I have laid a clutch. And wish to have it fertilized. I would like to have children. We would, of course, discuss co parenting the children before beginning. I have, attached, further details. Thank you for your time. May the Force be with you"

Sexiest shit a LOT of people for egg laying races have seen in years. Well... those with Very Specific Jedi Kinks. Of course, no one ADMITS to jedi kinks. But like... you've thought about it. Don't lie. Everyone's thought about it. It's them and the Mandalorians.*commiserating noises*

But like? The NEWS CYCLE.

Holy SHIT.

Yeah, yeah, tensions and possible succession from the Republic. Sith plots in the background. But? *new casters violently clear their planned segments for THIS* JEDI? Horny on main!? Is THIS ALLOWED? IS this horny? What race is that? C-can other people volunteer? And if so, who? We take to the streets! Sir, what's your opinion on-?

OUTTA MY WAY, I'MMA BANG A JEDI! *frenzied mob like behavior*

*temple guards, unnamused.* back! BACK! Horny jail! For ALL OF YOU!

Just?? It's? So, SO? Important to me? That their are Mandalorian [race] that show up. Because the need to repopulate their people is more important then *scrunch nose* Jedi(ew). That it becomes the Galaxy's hottest Bachelorette show. WHO? Amongst these Fine And Acomplished Men? Will the Jedi CHOOSE? To have babies with! They ask.

And, presumably, marry and learn the power of family and friendship and emotions and be HEALED by LOVE etc etc.

There are shipping charts. It's horrifying. The talk shows LOVE it.

Council? Day drinking. Except for Mundi. He's just like "....but did you HAVE to you they Holonet? It's so MESSY >:/ everyone's in our BUSINESS now." Cause he's not a hypocrite. Grumpy asshole? Absolutely. But not a hypocrite.

Just? The single most "....who?" Jedi ever. Causing the BIGGEST fuss. Right at the worst possible moment, for Sidious. Causing an explosion of glee and hope and laughter etc, all across the Galaxy. Good feeling towards the Jedi. EVERYBODY talking about them. There's gonna be HUNDREDS more!

If she does this AGAIN (in a decade. Madame Che was NOT joking on the stress it puts on the body) there could be thousands new Jedi over the coming years! (Probably why the Sith fuckin wiped them OUT, not that she thinks about it. Fuckers. Who's laughing NOW?! Huh? WHO LAUGHING NOW?!)

Again! Very, unspeakably Ace. Not a sex thing. I just think I'd be funny? That the Forces answer to The Evil Sith plan was... Babies™.

What are we? Fuckin YODA?

@babbling-babull @hdgnj @legitimatesatanspawn @spidori @hypewinter @mayfay

#minji's writing #star wars #tw pregnancy #alien biology #baby jedi #and presumably a the jedi mom whos just?#REMARKABLY cool with setting loose swarmps of infants #lady wtf #who is WATCHING ALL THESE KIDS?!#the vode #obviously #army? no no #we CLEARLY ordered these fine men as BABYSITTERS #says local Negotiator lying through his teeth #theyll be GREAT at it #long post

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 1 year ago

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The Look of Love.

Synopsis - You, Buck and Eddie are absolutely, undeniably, head over heels in love with each other. It seems like everyone can see it except for the three of you.

Pairing - Evan Buckley x Female Reader x Eddie Diaz

Warnings - none!! just idiots in love.

Word Count - 1k

Author's Note - oh my buddie heart was bursting while writing this. whenever I watch 911, I always think about how easy it'd be to be friends (or more than) with eddie and buck. and then this was born!! hope you enjoy reading this sweetness as much as I enjoyed writing it <3

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

Masterlist. Inbox.

Buck twirls you around, strong arms circling your waist. Your feet don't touch the ground as he spins you, the skirt of your dress billowing in the breeze. You lean back in his hold, and catch sight of Eddie throwing Christopher up in the air, both of them laughing.

Buck puts you down and grins at you, Cheshire cat smile bright and blinding. You smooth your hands across his chest, flattening out his crisp white dress shirt where you've crinkled it. You tug at his bow tie, straightening it gently. Your gaze meets his, and you beam at him.

"Have I told you how handsome you look tonight, Evan Buckley?" you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck to sway with him. There's a smooth, jazzy melody echoing through the huge backyard, illuminated by golden, twinkling lights.

He quirks a brow at you cheekily before answering.

"I wouldn't mind hearing it again."

"I'm sure you wouldn't," you laugh, shrieking as he dips you backwards quickly.

"Well, you look very handsome. I like you in a tux."

You swear you see him blush slightly, heat creeping across his cheeks. He finds his confidence again, sliding his hands across the exposed skin of your back slowly.

"You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen," he tells you sincerely, eyes never leaving yours. "I should tell you that more often."

"Yes, you should," you tease, grinning at him.

You take notice of his smile, his relaxed shoulders, the way he's swaying with you effortlessly.

"You love weddings, don't you?"

"Hell yeah I do!" he replies delightedly. "Everyone I love all in one place, dancing, music... what more could you want?"

You can't wipe the smile off your face. He's right. The entire 118 is here, together as a family. Everyone is happy, excited to be celebrating Bobby and Athena's vow renewal. It's not often you all get to leave work at work and enjoy yourselves completely. You plan to make the most of every single second.

You feel two warm hands find your hips from behind, instantly leaning back into the broad chest behind you, knowing who it is immediately.

"Hola, Mr Diaz."

"Hola, hermosa."

"You gonna keep her all to yourself all night, Buckley?" he asks, wrapping his arms around you, over the top of where Bucks are already resting. You're sandwiched between the two of them, completely content.

"We were avoiding you and your terrible dance moves," Buck jokes, the three of you swaying together now.

"Are you hearing this?" Eddie asks incredulously, chuckling into your ear. "My terrible dance moves?"

"Don't listen to him, Eds. His ego lies to him."

"It's called confidence! Sorry if I have faith in my dance moves!"

The three of you laugh, bodies and souls tangled and intertwined on the dance floor.

Across the backyard, Chimney and Hen are sat at their table, watching you, Buck and Eddie move to the music, arms wrapped around one another.

"They really love each other, don't they?"

"Oh, yeah," Hen laughs. "Wish they'd all just admit it."

Chimney looks at his best friend in confusion, brows quirked and face crumpled.

"... What?"

"Oh, come on, Chim," Hen chuckles. "It's twenty twenty three. Get with the program."

"You mean, like, love love," Chim confirms, still puzzled.

"Yes, Howie. Love love. In love. The three of them are completely in love."

Chimney processes for a moment, before a light bulb goes off in his head.

"Oh, shit!" he laughs. "They totally are!"

"Damn, men are oblivious. How am I the only one that's noticed?"

"You aren't," Bobby and Athena say in unison, pulling out chairs to sit at the table.

"But we can't rush them. Good things like this take time," Athena offers.

Bobby glances over at the dance floor. You're holding Buck and Eddie's hands, and Chris is too, the four of you dancing and laughing. He smiles for moment, before speaking.

"You know they basically live together?"

When he's met with confused faces, he continues.

"They all crash at Eddie's place with Christopher so often, they've practically moved in. Buck hasn't slept in his own apartment in months."

"I mean, how do you even... navigate something like that? The three of them? It's so complicated," Chimney asks genuinely.

"They'll figure it out," Bobby assures. "They always do."

With that, he rises from his chair and across the yard. He scoops Christopher up into his arms, promising him cake and soda, much to Eddie's dismay. He winks at Buck before carrying Chris away, leaving the three of you alone.

Eddie surprises you by grabbing your hand and then Bucks, pulling you both away from the crowd.

"Come on. I wanna show you something."

He leads you up and into the guest bathroom of the house, rolling his eyes at you and Bucks suggestive comments. He's first to climb out the window and onto the roof, making sure you get through safely in your dress.

The three of you sit and watch your friends in the yard below, quietly reflecting. You're suddenly aware of the way you're sandwiched in between them again, thighs pressed together. You lean left and rest your head on Eddie's shoulder, interlinking your right hand with Bucks.

"How lucky am I?" you breathe. "To be surrounded by so much love."

Eddie rests his head atop of yours, smiling as he watches Buck lean in to rest his on your shoulder. The three of you exhale.

"We're the lucky ones," Buck murmurs. "I never thought I'd have this."

"Well you do," Eddie reassures. "And we're not going anywhere, Buckley."

"He's right, Buck. We're not going anywhere. Ever."

Evan sits up to kiss you on the cheek, before leaning over you and doing the same to Eddie.

The three of you sit on the roof, bodies and souls intertwined, illuminated by the moonlight. How lucky you are, to be surrounded by so much love.

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the-lion-guard-88 · 13 days ago

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Hear me out guys

My Ms. Puzzles voice sorta reminds me of Galinda from the Wicked Movie

And the voice would fit her very well-

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cheynovak · 16 days ago

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Fevered Confessions part 2

Characters: Soldier boy x Y/N Female character

Summary: Y/N got hurt during a mission with Soldier boy, Ben feels guilty and tries to take care of her. But the fever makes her believe she is imagining it.

Warnings: Mentioning of fever/wounds/ Memory loss/... -> 18+ later on in the series.

English isn't my first language.

*Please do not copy my work, reblog/comments/likes are appreciated*

**Y/N’s POV**

Pain lanced through my side when I shifted, drawing a groan from my lips. The light above was too bright, forcing my eyes closed again as I tried to adjust. Slowly, the faintest beeping became clearer—a heart monitor, steady and reassuring in the otherwise sterile silence.

Opening my eyes again, I turned my head, wincing at the stiffness in my neck. My arm was connected to an IV line, a bag of fluid dripping slowly beside me.

A hospital.

My stomach sank as I tried to remember how I got here, but the details were hazy—like pieces of a puzzle scattered too far apart to assemble. The ache in my head made focusing impossible.

And then I saw him.

Crammed awkwardly into a chair that looked about two sizes too small for his broad frame. His head was slumped forward, his arms crossed over his chest like he’d just given up fighting the uncomfortable position. The exhaustion on his face was evident, even as he slept—dark circles under his eyes, a faint furrow in his brow.

I noticed how gorgeous he was. Sharp jaw, scruffy beard, hair slightly mussed as though he’d been running his hand through it endlessly.

Why was he even here? Who was he?

Before I could ask—or even get my own thoughts straight—a bubbly voice interrupted my daze.

“Well, look who’s awake!”

I blinked as an overly cheerful nurse entered the room, practically bouncing. She adjusted the machines near the bed, glancing at me with a wide smile.

“Mrs Jacobs, how are you feeling?”

Jacobs? My brow furrowed. That wasn’t my name, was it? I turned my confused gaze to the man, who was already stirring, woken by the nurse’s voice.

She caught the shift between us and smiled knowingly. “Your husband here hasn’t left your side. Slept for days in that chair, even though we told him he could go home for a bit. We’ve got you covered, honey.” She winked. “He’s a keeper.”

Husband? Home?

I stared at the man, my mind reeling. The nurse noticed my confusion, her cheerful expression softening.

“Oh, you don’t remember yet?” she asked gently. I shook my head slowly, too overwhelmed to say anything else.

He stood up then, rubbing the back of his neck before crossing the room to stand beside me. His hand brushed against mine on the bed, his touch warm and surprisingly gentle.

“Hey,” he whispered, his voice low and rough.

Despite the questions piling up in my mind, despite every ounce of confusion I felt, his touch sent a wave of warmth through me. My cheeks flushed instantly, the traitorous blush rising as I met his tired gaze.

“Hi,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, offering a shy smile.

The nurse watched us for a moment, grinning like she’d just witnessed something out of a romance novel. “I’ll give you two some time,” she said, before bustling out of the room and closing the door behind her.

Silence lingered as his thumb brushed faintly against the back of my hand. My heart thudded harder than it should have, and I didn’t know what to say. I was in a hospital, my body was in shambles, but all I could focus on was him.

**Ben’s POV**

"Who are you?"

Her soft scared voice lingered in my mind, didn't she remember anything?

"I'm... Ben."

Her gaze locked on to mine, she had no memory of me... Fuck.

"Maybe I should let you be for a while." I turned towards the door.

The way she grabbed my hand stopped me in my tracks. Her fingers, weak but insistent, curled around mine, and my heart hammered so hard it was almost embarrassing.

“Thank you,” she said softly, smiling that damn smile again—the one that sent my brain into a tailspin every time. “For being here...”

If she only knew. Knew how much I had done, how much guilt was clawing at me every second, and how I hated myself for almost getting her killed in the first place.

She shifted, trying to push herself upright. I was at her side in an instant, helping her sit even before she could ask for it.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my usual sharp tone cutting through. Irritation had always been my safety net around her; it was practically second nature now.

She looked at me her eyes wide, clearly a little upset of my tone, but her voice was light when she replied. “I want to clean myself up. I feel like I’ve been in this bed for a week.”

“Well…” I started, my lips tugging into a faint smirk I didn’t mean, “actually, it’s been a month.”

Her eyes went wide. “A month?”

I nodded. “A month here in the hospital, almost two if you count the motel.”

She was quiet as I helped her stand, her movements slow and careful. I grabbed the IV stand and kept it steady as we made our way toward the bathroom. She didn’t say anything, but I caught the subtle way her hand brushed against mine as she walked, and I tried not to let it drive me crazy.

When she reached the sink, she fumbled for the toothbrush, but I was already handing it to her. She started brushing her teeth, her focus on the task as I stood behind her, unable to keep myself from reaching for her hair.

I didn’t even think about it—it was a habit now. I brushed her hair every day while she was out, gently undoing the tangles, keeping it soft and smooth. It had relaxed me more times than I cared to admit, grounding me in a way I hadn’t expected.

She didn’t pull away, just kept brushing her teeth as though it were the most normal thing in the world. And when she was finished, spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing, I put the brush aside.

That’s when it happened.

At first, I thought she stumbled. I reached out to catch her, steadying her against me. But she wasn’t falling. She leaned back, her body soft against my chest.

I froze.

Her eyes met mine in the mirror, searching, soft and unguarded in a way I’d never seen before. She was looking at me.

And then, her free hand—the one not tied up with the IV—lifted slowly, her fingers brushing against my neck as if testing the moment, her touch as light as a whisper.

**Y/N’s POV**

When 'Ben' started brushing my hair, I thought I must still be dreaming. The sensation was too gentle, too soothing, and too intimate for a stranger.

But it wasn’t a dream.

I couldn’t help myself—it felt too good, too real, and the warmth of his presence behind me only made it harder to think straight. My mind was still foggy.

The rush of heat spreading through me when I looked at him. Must mean we are connected in a way. What did that nurse say... Your husband. Was I married? I didn't see a ring on his or my finger.

Maybe he was my boyfriend? That would explain the sudden need for him. Or was it t just because of how devastatingly handsome he was?

My ovaries had made their decision the moment I saw him cramped up in that stupid hospital chair. And now, with his hand steady in my hair, I had no chance of resisting him.

Before I knew what I was doing, my fingers moved almost on their own. They slid into the hair at the base of his neck, tangling slightly as my palm rested on the side of his neck. His skin was warm under my touch, and I could feel the subtle twitch of tension there.

I turned my head slightly, just enough to catch his reaction, to see his expression. My heart thudded harder when I saw him already looking down at me—right at my lips.

There was hesitation in his eyes, like he was fighting something. And maybe I should’ve given him time, maybe I should’ve let him sort through whatever mess was going on in his head. But I didn’t.

I tugged him closer, guiding him toward me as my lips met his. Soft, warm, and completely addictive.

For a moment, he didn’t move, frozen as if he couldn’t believe it was happening. Panic shot through me. Had I just ruined everything? But then he groaned, low and deep in his chest, the sound sending shivers down my spine.

He closed his eyes, his hesitation melting as he kissed me back. Firm, slow, and thorough, his lips answered mine like they’d been waiting for this.

**Ben’s POV**

Her lips brushed against mine, and for a second, I swore this was a dream. Everything about her overwhelmed my senses—her warmth, her intoxicating scent, the softness of her lips that tasted sweeter than I ever imagined.

Heaven.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I spun her around so I could properly touch her, hold her as she kissed me again. The second I did, she hissed softly, her face twisting in pain.

“Shit,” I muttered, realizing I’d pressed against her injured side. My hands froze, hovering near her, afraid I’d hurt her even more. “You okay?”

She nodded faintly, her expression forgiving, but we still stood too close—her face inches from mine, her breaths brushing against my skin—when the sound of the door creaking open yanked us both back to reality.

“Mrs. Jacobs?”

The overly cheerful nurse from earlier. She stopped in her tracks, her cheeks pink as she noticed us standing in the small bathroom, and immediately backed away. “Oh, I’m so sorry, but I need to take her for some tests.”

Y/N turned her gaze back to me, and it hit me harder than I expected. Her eyes were softer than I’d ever seen, a quiet smile playing on her lips as she nodded to the nurse.

“Okay,” she murmured. Her voice was still weak, but there was something steady in it, something different.

As she turned away, I couldn’t help but follow her with my eyes, watching as the nurse led her carefully toward the hallway. My chest felt tight, and not in the way it usually did when I was angry or irritated.

No, this was something else entirely, something far more dangerous.

**Y/N’s POV**

I couldn’t believe I’d kissed him. I had just woken up out of what seemed a coma.

But then, I hadn’t really been in control—my body had acted on its own, and the heat still simmering through my veins was proof enough of that.

The way he kissed me back, though… the way his hands had grasped me so carefully, as though I might break, while still pulling me impossibly close? That wasn’t a mistake, not some spur-of-the-moment impulse. That kiss meant something, didn’t it?

But there was so much I still didn’t know.

Were we really married? I couldn’t remember. Where did we live? What did we do? How did I get here? Every detail of my life felt like a blur, just out of reach, and the hole it left was unbearable.

The doctor tried to reassure me, claiming my memory would return over time. “It’s not uncommon, you had blood poisoning, and your fever started to cook you from the inside out, ” she said with an easy smile, as though forgetting your life wasn’t the worst thing imaginable. “It had been a while but just take it easy, one step at a time. You’re clear to go home.”

Home.

The word echoed in my mind as they wheeled me out toward discharge. Where was home? What did it even look like? My gut said it was with Ben—but why? Because of the kiss? Or was it something more?

All I knew for sure was that my life before waking up in this hospital felt like a blank page.

And somehow, the only thing I felt certain about was Ben.

Ben’s arm steadied me as he helped me out of the car, his grip strong yet careful. My stomach churned with anxiety as we drove through the countryside, the house we arrived at looking weathered and abandoned, like no one had lived here in years.

“Is this… home?” I asked hesitantly, still unsure what to expect.

Before Ben could answer, the door to the house flew open, and four people rushed out, their faces filled with relief, concern, or something in between. I froze, still seated in the car, eyeing them with caution.

“Who… who are they?” I asked, my voice shaking slightly.

Ben sighed, clearly anticipating this moment. “That’s Annie and Hughie, M.M. and Kimiko,” he said.

I nodded, trying to commit their names to memory, but it was clear from their faces I should’ve already known them. Something about their familiarity hurt, like a puzzle piece I couldn’t quite fit. Ben had told me I’d lost my memories, but seeing their expressions brought the weight of that reality crashing down.

***Ben’s POV**

She nodded like she understood, but I could see the confusion behind her eyes. She didn’t know who they were, couldn’t place the faces that should’ve meant something.

I’d warned them. I told the group that she’d lost her memories. Frankly, it was a relief Y/N didn’t remember. She didn’t need to remember the blood, the chaos, or the constant fear. She thought she was just an ordinary girl—and for now, I’d let her believe that.

When I helped her out of the car, she clung to me instinctively, one hand wrapped tightly around mine and the other on my biceps for support. I kept her close, letting her lean on me as I guided her toward the makeshift living room.

The others noticed. I could see it on their faces—the way they exchanged glances at how closely she stuck to me.

“M.M. here will come everyday to take care of your wound,” I told her once inside. “He’ll help with anything while it’s still healing.”

She nodded quietly, trusting me in a way that made my chest ache. It was a fragile kind of trust, like I was her anchor in a sea of uncertainty.

M.M. stepped forward, his usual calm demeanor softening even further as he spoke to her gently. “Let’s get you cleaned up. We’ll keep it private, alright?”

She looked up at me, searching for reassurance, and I gave her a small nod. “It’s okay,” I murmured. “He’s good at this.”

Reluctantly, she released my arm and allowed M.M. to guide her to the bathroom.

The second she was out of sight, Annie’s voice pierced through the air.

“What did you do to her?” she snapped, her tone sharp with accusation. I turned toward her, frowning. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“She’s clinging to you, Ben!” Annie fired back, her brows furrowed with suspicion. “What did you do?”

I rolled my eyes, my patience wearing thin. Annie always thought she was in charge, the righteous little hero in every scenario. She made it really hard to ignore her.

**Y/N’s POV**

M.M. was kind, handling me with the sort of care you’d give a glass figurine. He spoke a little as he tended to my wound, his voice calm and measured, like he was trying not to scare me.

“This must be weird for you,” I said, breaking the silence. “Acting like you don’t know me, but… we were friends, right?”

His hands stilled for a second, and he let out a deep breath. “Yeah,” he said eventually. “Yeah, we were.”

The heaviness in his voice told me there was a lot more to it than that, but he kept his eyes on my wound, his careful movements never faltering.

I tilted my head, curiosity tugging at me. “You said you were a medic in the army?” He nodded. “For years. I’ve seen a lot of trauma, memory loss… things like this. But I’m not here to push you, okay? We’ll take it slow.”

The way he said it reassured me, though it didn’t quell the gnawing ache of not remembering who I used to be. My brow furrowed as I thought about it. “Was I in the army? Is that how we met?”

That made him laugh, a genuine, short chuckle that somehow put me at ease. “Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “We met through Butcher. He, uh… let’s just say he recruited you for his private security gig.”

“Oh.” I bit my lip, turning his words over in my mind. “That’s also how I met Ben?”

“Yeah,” M.M. said, his tone guarded now. I nodded slowly. “Ben…” I echoed, the sound of his name rolling off my tongue feeling natural, instinctive.

“He’s… a nice guy?” The words came out like a tentative declaration, the image of Ben brushing my hair flashing in my mind.

M.M. didn’t agree. His expression didn’t shift much, but I saw the flicker of doubt in his eyes. If he disagreed, though, he didn’t voice it. Instead, he worked quietly for another moment before straightening up, giving me a small, reassuring smile.

“Alright,” he said, his voice kind. “That should hold you for a bit. Let me know if it feels off, yeah?”

“Thank you,” I said sincerely, even as my mind wandered back to Ben. Something about him felt so important, like he was the missing piece in all of this. But if even M.M. had reservations… who was Ben really? And why did my body trust him so instinctively when my mind couldn’t remember?

“There she is,” Hughie said with a cheerful smile as I walked out of the kitchen.

My steps were tentative, still unsure how I fit into this puzzle of strangers who supposedly knew me so well. Before I could respond, Ben was there, standing quickly and rushing to my side, his presence steadying me without a word.

“Do you need anything?” Annie asked, her tone warm but laced with something I couldn’t quite place.

“Food, a drink?”

“Uh, no, thanks,” I said quietly. I wasn’t hungry; everything still felt too strange. I glanced at Ben, my hand instinctively resting on his arm as if that connection grounded me somehow.

“I’d like to sleep a little,” I murmured, suddenly feeling the weight of exhaustion settle back over me.

Ben nodded immediately. “Of course,” he said, his voice lower, softer. Guiding me gently toward one of the bedrooms, he moved with surprising care for someone as rough around the edges as he appeared.

“Take your time,” he added when we reached the room. There was a slight pause, and his expression shifted as if he were deciding something important.

“I’ll get the others out of the house. If you need me tonight…” He hesitated, his voice faltering before he finished. “My room is down the hall.”

I frowned at that, the subtle emphasis in his words sparking a thought I hadn’t dared explore until now.

As he turned to leave, I stared after him, my hand lingering on the doorway. “So… we’re not married,” I whispered under my breath, the realization hitting me like a jolt.

Everything—the nurse’s earlier assumption, the kiss in the bathroom, the way Ben looked at me like I was the most fragile thing in the world—had me questioning everything I thought I knew.

If we weren’t married, then what were we?

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