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Rebuild & Restore - Chapter 13

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All Falls Down (Prequel)

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~ Friday Night ~

“I’m gonna take ’em upstairs,” Josh whispered to Kiyana just as the credit to COCO started rolling. Kiyana stretched and looked over to her left, where both of her boys were knocked out, leaning on Josh. Kairo thankfully went down at his usual bedtime. Kaiden and Kamari, on the other hand, put up the biggest fight to stay up later with their dad.

They had almost made it through both movies when their eyes started to droop. Kamari doesn’t play about his sleep. The second he feels Mr. Sandman knocking at his door, he welcomes him with open arms. Kaiden, on the other hand, didn’t want to miss a moment with his dad. He had fallen asleep 15 minutes into the first movie, but when Josh tried to carry him up the steps, Kaiden woke up, protesting that he wasn’t sleeping and he wanted to stay with his dad.

Kiyana let out a deep sigh when Josh disappeared up the steps with both of their sons—this whole day had been extremely awkward for her. It had only been about four weeks since they signed the papers, and here they were, about to go out on a date tomorrow night. She loved Josh, and nothing would ever change that, but Josh had hurt her badly, and she was terrified of letting him back into her heart.

Standing up, she started cleaning up the living room, gathering the trash from the snacks the boys and Josh had devoured and taking it into the kitchen. While she was in the kitchen, she decided to pour herself a glass of wine. She went to grab Josh a Diet Coke from the fridge, popped it open, got him a cup of ice, and brought it into the living room for him, placing it on a coaster on the coffee table.

She continued to tidy up, and by the time Josh came back downstairs, she was done lounging on the couch and catching up on the newest episode of Love Island. Josh plopped down next to Kiyana. He glanced at her, her features illuminated by the TV’s light. Just being this close to her again made him realize how badly he fucked up. She would always be his Key. But, before she was that, she was THEE Kiyana Jackson. Before she had become this powerhouse of a woman, the best mother to his kids, an excellent cook, and a bomb-ass nurse, she was the girl that scared the fuck outta him. He couldn’t even hold a full conversation with her back then because his brain would short circuit; knees weak, arms heavy, butterflies in an all-out war games match in his stomach. The girl that his classmates convinced him he’d never have a chance with because she was leaps and bounds above his league, and he had fucked it up being a dumbass, proving them right.

“You good?” Kiyana asked him with a slight laugh, and he nodded, feeling his cheeks heat up at being caught staring.

“Yeah,” he cleared his throat. Kiyana grabbed the remote, paused the TV, and turned her attention to him.

“Josh.”

“C’mere,” he whispered, opening his arms for her. “Please,” he added in a hushed tone when Kiyana didn’t move. She bit her lip and looked at him, contemplating whether she should move closer to him. Sighing, she nodded and scooted closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder as he closed his arms around her. The second she scooted into his arms, it was like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together.

Josh fully relaxed on the couch and closed his eyes. This is what he was missing. The arguing, fighting, and cheating were not what he and Kiyana were about. Their being at odds felt so foreign, and it was mostly his fault.

“What the hell is this show even about?” Josh asked after a couple of minutes had passed. Kiyana laughed and turned her head so she could look at him.

“It’s about finding love.” She whispered as her eyes dropped down to his lips. Josh leaned in slowly, his heart pounding as he closed the distance between them. Josh deepened the kiss, letting out a low moan as Kiyana shifted her position and was now straddling him, with her legs on either side of his hips. Josh’s hands roamed down Kiyana’s back before finally resting on her ass, firmly squeezing it while pulling her closer to him.

Josh’s phone started to go off, making the both of them groan in displeasure. “Fuck..” Josh groaned, throwing his back against the couch. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket, breathing heavily as he read the text message he just received. Kiyana arched her eyebrow as he ran his hand through his hair.

“What?”

Josh bit his lip as he looked at her. “Don’t be mad.” He whispered. “But I’ll be right back.” Josh saw the look of disappointment and doubt in her eyes, and he immediately cupped her face and tried to ease her worries. “Don’t do that. I promise it ain’t about no bitch. I’m forever about you. I just got something I gotta handle.” Kiyana rolled her eyes and removed herself from his lap, settling back on the couch and crossing her arms over her chest. “Key,” Josh called out softly, cupping her chin and turning her face so she could look at him. “Trust me, I’ll be right back.” Kiyana narrowed her eyes but eventually nodded her head.

“Fine. I guess I’ll see you when you come back.” Josh smiled and pecked her lips.

“30 minutes tops.”

“Mmhm,” Kiyana hummed, and Josh couldn’t blame her for her suspicion. He had been disloyal and ruined their relationship. But this was something he couldn’t tell her because she would definitely try to keep him in the house. Josh sighed and stood from the couch. He bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Be right back, Key.” She nodded and pressed play on the remote, continuing her show while he walked over to the key hook and grabbed his car keys. Kiyana let him keep his truck in the garage while he was on the road because someone broke into it the last time he left it at his apartment.

As Josh walked into the garage, he knew that no matter how much he reassured Kiyana, there was a lingering doubt in her mind—a scar from past betrayals. Settling into the driver’s seat, he pulled out his phone and re-read the text message he had received.

Ms Deb(key’s co-worker): Dr. Daniels gets off in 10 min. Do what you want with that information… oh and he drives a black infinity w/ blacked out windows. Plate: DRDAN. Ms Deb(key’s co-worker): delete this thread… and treat my girl right!

Josh smiled at the later message and started his car before backing out of the garage and driving towards the hospital.

Elijah smiled as he made his way out of the hospital. He had a pretty good day: three successful surgeries, and his wife came and surprised him with lunch with his children. That smile was quickly wiped off his face the closer he got to his car.

“What the fuck do you want?” Elijah seethed, eyeing Josh up and down.

Josh smirked and pushed himself off of Elijah’s car. “I told ya’ bitch ass I was gonna catch you again, didn’t I?” Josh sneered as he walked into Eli’s personal space. Elijah gulped as he looked around. Josh had a good 20 pounds of muscle on Eli, and to be completely honest, Eli didn’t want to walk around with another black eye.

Eli held his hand up and took a step back from Josh. “I don’t have time for this,” Elijah said, trying to steady his voice despite the nerves tightening in his chest. “You need to leave.”

“I ain’t going nowhere.”

“Look—” Tired of hearing Elijah’s voice, Josh lunged at him, landing a right hook on Eli’s jaw and knocking him to the ground.

“Yeahhh,” Josh cackled, clapping his hands together. “Getcho’ ass up. You wanna put your hands on women? Come put ya hands on me!” Elijah staggered to his feet, his fists clenched in anger as he lunged at Josh, who quickly ducked it and tackled him to the ground. There was nobody here to stop Josh this time. Josh threw punch after punch, getting all his anger out on this low life.

“Alright, Alright. Enough..” Josh felt someone grab the back of his shirt, trying to stop him from punching Elijah. “You got him, relax.”

Josh stopped swinging, his chest heaving with the adrenaline and fury, and looked down at Elijah, who looked like he was one punch away from a permanent coma. Elijah’s face was a swollen mess, eyes barely open, and he lay motionless, save for the shallow rise and fall of his chest.

Josh felt his shirt being tugged again, and he let the person move him off Elijah.

“Damn,” Josh looked, and it was the security guard who broke up their fight last time. “He’s lucky you beat his ass in front of the hospital.” The security guy joked, cracking a smile while holding his hand out for Josh to shake. “Main Event Jey Uso, nice to meet you man.”

Josh’s eyes widened. “Hey Uce-”

“I already paused the cameras; as soon as I get back to my desk, I’ll delete the footage. I hate women beaters. I lost my mom that way.” Josh’s expression softened, and he shook the guy’s hand. “I’m happy your ex has someone who sticks up for her. If only my mom had someone.”

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that—” Josh paused, as he didn’t know this guy’s name.

“Adrian, and hey, it’s cool. You did what you had to do. But uh. You might wanna get outta here. I gotta call this in.” Adrian finished off, holding the walkie-talkie up, and Josh nodded. He glanced down at Elijah, who was starting to move, before giving Adrian a nod, jogging back over to his truck, and leaving.

Kiyana sat up and looked towards the entryway to the living room when she heard the front door open and close. She knew it was way past thirty minutes because she had watched two more episodes of Love Island. She heard him set the house alarm before he started walking towards the living room.

“You said thirty minutes.” She muttered before her eyes widened as he walked closer to her and she saw how red and bruised his knuckles were. “Dude, what the fuck?! What did you do?”

“What I had to.”

“Josh -”

“He put his hand on you! He could not get away with that shit Key. I did what I had to do.” Kiyana sighed and gently grabbed his hand, leading him up the stairs and to her bedroom.

“Sit,” She said, pointing to the bed and Josh quickly obliged. Kiyana then walked into the ensuite bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit before walking back over to Josh and grabbing his hands.

“You mad huh?” Josh asked, biting the inside of his cheek as he watched Kiyana clean off his knuckles. Kiyana didn’t respond immediately, her gaze focused on cleaning his knuckles.

“I’m not mad. Just wish you would have told me. Would have loved to get a couple kicks in.” She looked up meeting Josh's eyes and chuckled at the shocked look on his face. “What? I was in shock when he actually grabbed me and he walked away before I could actually T off on his ass.” She said as she stood up and climbed into bed. Josh stood up as well. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Shoot, next time I’ll let you know then.” He said as he started walking towards the door.

“Woah! Where are you going?” She asked and he stopped.

“Was going to the guest room.” He said as more of a question and Kiyana started shaking her head and patted the spot next to her. “Fo’real?” Josh asked, a big ass smile coming onto his face as Kiyana nodded her head. He practically rips his shirt over his head before he throws himself onto the bed next to her, his heart swelling in his chest as he hears her giggle. It has been forever since he’s been the one to make her giggle.

~ Saturday Afternoon ~

“So you really thinking about giving him another chance?” Kiyana sighed and set down her make-up brush before meeting her mother's eyes in her vanity mirror.

“Yes,” Kiyana replied softly, her fingers absentmindedly adjusting the brushes in front of her. “Mom -” Kiyana started but Imani held her hand up, stopping her.

“No, You’re gonna listen to what I have to say, Kiyana Marie.” Kiyana shut her mouth and turned her body so her side was leaning against the back of the vanity chair. “That man” her mother continued, her voice dripping with disdain, “Has done so much damage to you. Cheating on you while you were carrying this little angel.” Kiyana rolled her eyes at her mom’s dramatics. “I was here Key, I seen what his infidelity did to your confidence. I saw the way you frowned at your body when you walked past the mirror and now he gets a second chance for what? To do it all over again.”

Kiyana felt her shoulders sag as he mother’s words sunk in. “So you think I’m being stupid?”

“No baby girl. I don’t think you’re being stupid. I just want you to not rush back into this with Josh. I know y’all still love each other and you had to stay in contact with the kids but still remember to put yourself first. Don’t just get back with him because you know Kaiden and Kamari are going to be happy.”

“I am putting myself first Mom. It’s not just about my sons being happy it’s about me being happy as well. Yes, Josh fu- messed up but everyone deserves a second chance. Isn’t that what you told me? After Dad cheated on you, you stayed. You told me that everyone deserves a second chance.” Imani’s eyes lowered to the floor as Kiyana continued. “Dad has two kids on you and you still stayed. Josh cheated and had no kids. And I tried to move on, but I love Josh and can’t change that.”

“I just want the best for you Kiyana. And you’re right, I did forgive your father but I don’t want you to be like me. But I understand that you are a grown woman and you need to make these decisions for yourself.”

“Why are you making it seem like I’m making a mistake?” Kiyana asked, getting irritated with her mother.

“I’m just saying. You need to learn for yourself. I’m not the only one who thinks this either. Kenyatta feels the same.” Kiyana snorted and turned back around so she could face her vanity again.

“You mean the serial cheater? He cheated on every girl he was ever with Mom - you know what.” Kiyana paused and took a deep breath. “I’m gonna get dressed now you can go.”

Imani scoffed “Kiyana” she called out, as Kiyana stood and walked into her walk-in closet. Kiyana rolled her eyes as she came back out with her dress in her hand, hanging off the hanger. “I just don’t want to see you hurt again,” Imani said, to which Kiyana ignored. Imani sighed, picked Kairo up off the bed, and left the room, shutting the door behind her.

As the door clicked shut, Kiyana took a deep breath and tried to steady her racing thoughts. The sound of her mother’s voice still echoed in her mind, a mix of concern and frustration. She slipped her dress on, trying to focus on the soft fabric against her skin rather than the knot in her stomach.

~ Saturday Night ~

“You can do this,” Kiyana whispered to herself. Her mom had just yelled up the steps, telling her Josh was there. Kiyana could hear her kids going crazy after not seeing him all day. “It’s just Josh. You been on plenty of dates with Josh before.” Taking a deep breath, Kiyana smoothed down her hair and checked her reflection in the mirror one last time before walking out of her bedroom and walking down the steps to meet Josh.

She felt herself blush as he let out a low “Damn.” before clearing his throat and walking over to meet her at the bottom of the stairs. “You look beautiful, Key. Doesn’t she look beautiful?” He then asked his sons and they nodded their heads.

“You look very pretty Mama,” Kaiden said and Kiyana smiled and him, bending down to press a kiss on his head,

“Thank you, Bean” She then turned to Josh. “You look nice too.” Josh’s cheeks heated up at her compliment.

“You ready to go?” He asked and she nodded.

“Be good for grandma.” She said to her kids, giving them a quick hug before stepping out the door with Josh. The short walk to his truck was silent. Josh opened the passenger door for her and grabbed her hand, helping her into the truck.

“You ready to go?” He asked and she nodded.

Kiyana stole glances at Josh as he drove, admiring the way the streetlights illuminated his profile, casting shadows across his chiseled features. At a red light, Josh reached across the console and gently grabbed her hand lacing their fingers together. Kiyana’s heart skipped a beat as Josh’s fingers intertwined with hers. The warmth of his touch sent a thrill up her arm. She glanced at him, catching a glimpse of the soft smile playing on his lips.

“I’m happy you agreed to this date,” Josh muttered, breaking the silence in the car. Kiyana bit the inside of her lip and she looked over at him.

"I'm glad too," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Josh smiled and started driving again as the light turned green, the butterflies in his belly intensifying as he felt her squeeze his hand.

“Thank you,” Kiyana smiled at Josh as he pulled out her chair for her. The restaurant he picked was nice and cozy. It was one that neither of them had been at before. He wanted to choose a new restaurant so they could make new memories and weren’t plagued by old ones.

As Josh settled in his seat across from her, he felt like the luckiest SOB in that restaurant. The second he and Kiyana had walked in, all eyes turned toward her. She had turned so many heads, he couldn’t stop himself from laughing at one couple, when the woman reached over and plucked her boyfriend or husband on his forehead when he wouldn’t stop staring at Key.

“Can I get you guys anything to drink?” The waiter came over and set the free bread down on their table. Kiyana ordered a white while while Josh decided to order a water with a lemon. He wanted to stay sober for the conversation he knew they were going to have.

As the waiter left, Kiyana took a deep breath and looked directly into Josh’s eyes. The dim candlelight cast a soft glow on her face. “I um- I know we agreed to try to move on, but I think we need to talk about everything first.” She said and Josh nodded. She closed her eyes and took another deep breath. “What happened? What made you.” She paused as if she couldn’t bear to say it. “What made you cheat on me?”

The waitress quickly set their drink down and left as she heard Kiyana’s question. The waitress figured they could wait to eat.

“Oh god,” Josh whispered, sitting up straighter in his chair. “I don’t know if she told you, but I talked to Samara about this already,” Josh stated to which Kiyana nodded.

“She told me a little. She also told me to just hear you out.”

“I- I honestly never meant for anything to go that far. Before this conversation continues, I need you to know that. I need you to know that I will forever beat myself up for doing that to you.” When Kiyana nodded he continued. “I just wanted to vent Key. I just wanted someone to talk to about what I was going through without being told to think about your feelings. And yes it was selfish of me but nobody cared about how I felt. God, it’s so fucking selfish but I just wanted someone to talk to and it went too far.” He finished, not breaking eye contact so she knew how serious he was being.

“But four months Joshua? You were going on the road fucking her then coming back and fucking me.”

Joshua looked down, his hands trembling slightly. He knew he had hurt Kiyana deeply, and the guilt weighed heavily on him. “I fucked up Key, I fucked up so damn bad.” He looked back up at her. “But I’m willing to do anything and everything to prove my love and loyalty to you again. I already talked to my boss and a couple of the higher-ups. She been harassing me n’shit and I filed some paperwork against her. She can’t come near me or she’ll be fired.”

Kiyana felt her face scrunch up at what he said. “So y’all were still messing around?”

Josh started shaking his head ‘no’ immediately. “Hell no. I stopped messing with her around the time I told you about the affair.”

Kiyana narrowed her eyes as she looked at him, trying to see how sincere he was being with his words. After knowing him for almost twenty-four years, she knew when he was lying and right now he wasn’t. He was telling her the truth.

“So what about you telling her that you were gonna divorce me for her.”

“I never said that.” He answered immediately. “I told you back then that I never said that. That was some dumbshit she said and Joe must’ve overheard her.”

Kiyana went to ask her next question but was interrupted by the waitress. “Sorry, but um- would y’all like to order now?” Josh and Kiyana broke eye contact to look at the waitress. Josh let out a deep sigh a nodded before ordering a steak meal for himself while Kiyana ordered a pasta dish. The waitress hurried up and scurried away. Kiyana looked back at Josh and asked her next question.

“Do you regret it?”

“Of course I do.” Josh's voice was filled with regret as he met Kiyana's gaze, his eyes reflecting the pain he had caused her. “Do you regret sleeping with Joe?” He asked, just as she took a sip of her wine. Kiyana’s eyes widened as she heard his question. Did she regret sleeping with Joe?

“I don’t regret it.” She finally said, swallowing a lump in her throat as Josh’s jaw clenched. “You hurt me badly Joshua. Like, I was hurt and confused and he was there. It wasn’t about getting back at you because he’s your cousin. It was,” She paused as she tried to find the right words. “It was you had your fun, so why couldn’t I.”

Taking a moment to compose himself, Josh locked eyes with Kiyana, his gaze intense yet vulnerable. “I understand” He whispered. He reached across the table grasping her hand in his. “I want us to move past all of this. Do you want there to be an us? Do you want to move past this?”

Kiyana squeezed Josh's hand tightly, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside her. After everything they had been through, the hurt and betrayal, she knew that a decision needed to be made. She took a deep breath and met Josh's gaze. “Yes, I want there to be an us again. I want us to be able to move on from this.”

Josh's eyes softened, relief washing over his face as he heard Kiyana's words. “Deadass?”

Kiyana chuckled, nodding her head. “I’m being so deadass right now.”

“I swear on my life, you won’t regret this Key. Imma do everything I can to prove that I love you and I want you.”

As they sat there holding hands, a wave of relief washed over both Kiyana and Josh. The weight of their past mistakes and the pain they had caused each other seemed to lighten ever so slightly. They both knew that rebuilding their relationship would not be easy, but they were willing to try.

“Are you staying here tonight?” Kiyana whispered as she and Josh walked to the front door of her house.

“If you want me to,” Josh replied and Kiyana nodded, grabbing his hand and leading him into the house. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her ass. Loving the way it swayed as she walked. She kept a firm grasp on his hand as she set the house alarm and walked up the steps. Both of them peeked into their kids' rooms to make sure they were tucking in and sleeping.

Josh’s heart was beating extremely fast as Kiyana led him into her room. Kiyana turned to face Josh, her eyes almost black with lust. She closed the distance between them, her body pressing flush against his, and Without a word, she reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling his face down to hers and kissing him. Kiyana moaned softly into the kiss, her body trembling with need. She broke away, panting lightly, her eyes locked on Josh's.

“You sure?” He asked and instead of giving him an answer, Kiyana undid the back of her dress and let it fall down her body. Josh watched as the dress fell to her feet, leaving her in just her white lace thong.

“I’m sure” She whispered before capturing his lips again in a searing kiss.

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albertasunrise · 11 days ago

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Work Wife - Six

Masterlist

Summary: Working as a Secretary at Miller & Sons Construction, you fall hopelessly in love with the eldest son Joel. What you don’t realise is that Joel’s completely in love with you too. What will it take for the two of you to realise whats’s right in front of you?

Pairing: Young Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3, I choose not to give any so the plot isn’t spoiled. This fic is 18+ (sorry this took a while… had a poorly baby to deal with! Hope it was worth the wait ♥️)

Series Masterlist - One Two Three Four Five

She did not like Bananas in Pajamas or Elmo, finding them all rather alarming. Her face would crumple and she’d cry inconsolably until it was turned off and Barney was turned on.

“Not that damn dinosaur again baby girl.” Joel chuckled as he walked into the lounge “Haven’t you seen this episode before?”

“Probably.” You chuckled as you kissed the baby’s crown, humming at the feel of her settling against you.

“You okay, baby?” Joel asked and you smiled and nodded.

“Yeah… yeah I am.”

…

4 months earlier…

You hadn’t moved from your couch in days. Joel and his mum had been taking turns to take care of you, making sure you ate, bathed… breathed. You were a shell of your former self and Joel was losing his mind with worry.

He didn’t talk about Sarah with you. Didn’t bring her by despite your mum telling him it might help. He was just too terrified of losing you that he kept that side of his life away from you. Not knowing how you might react.

“Here.” He said softly as he placed some food on the table opposite you “Mum’s famous pumpkin soup and I got the sourdough bread you like. Drowned in butter just how you love it.”

“Thank you.” You whisper, allowing him to help you sit up and then gratefully accept the tray that he hands you. “You don’t have to keep coming here.” You say after taking a few bites of the delicious food he’d given you “Sarah needs you more than I do.”

“Mum’s with Sarah.” He says sweetly as he sits himself down beside you and digs into his portion of food.

“But she needs her dad.” You argued, “You should make the most of every moment with her.”

“Pip-“

“I don’t need your pity, Miller!”

“Pip, we’re worried about you!” He sighed “I’m not here because I pity you… I’m here because I love you and I swore to you that we’d get through this together.” He paused a while, scraping a hand over his face as turned to look at you.

“I’ll be okay, Joel.” You squeaked, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Yes, you will be." He agreed as he continued to eat his food "But in order for you to be okay... You need to eat." He finished, motioning at your bowl of food.

You didn't argue then. Returning to eating your food together in silence whilst the TV continued to play in the background. You truly, appreciated the help Joel and his mum were giving you. You knew that you weren't taking very good care of yourself. You didn't have the drive to do much more than wallow.

"How is Sarah?" You asked a little while later, your hands shaking a little as you placed your tray down.

"She's good." Joel answered with a smile "She's started to fake cough for attention which is hilarious. Keeps givin' mum a heart attack."

This brought a chuckle out of you and Joel tried not to look too excited about it. He hadn't heard you laugh in what felt like forever. You had a whistful smile on your face and it gave Joel hope.

"If you want to bring her here that would be okay." You said softly, and Joel gave you a sweet smile as he nodded.

"Thanks, Pip."

...

It was two weeks later that Joel finally brought Sarah around to see you. He had been anxious about how you would react to seeing her and so had decided to leave it a little longer before he did. You were sitting on the couch nursing a mug of coffee when he let himself in, Sarah's head whipping around as she took in her surroundings with her large brown eyes. Eyes she'd definitely inherited from her dad.

"Knock knock." Joel called out and you looked up and smiled at him, your eyes growing round and filling with tears as you saw Sarah in his arms.

Joel instantly started to panic when he noted the tears begin to trail down your cheeks but then you were at his side in an instant and pulling Sarah from his arms.

"Oh baby girl, I've missed you." You sobbed as you placed a long kiss on the crown of her head.

"I'll go make us more coffee." Joel said then, knowing you probably wanted some time alone with the baby.

You nodded, smiled at him then carried Sarah to the couch so you could sit. You rested her on your knee, grinning even harder when she gave you the sweetest little gummy smile.

"Look at you." You choked as you took her in "You've gotten so big."

Sarah screeched in delight and you let out a wet chuckle, knocking another few tears loose.

"God you're so beautiful." You uttered as you stroked Sarah's plump cheek with your thumb.

"Yeah, not quite sure how that happened." Joel chuckled and you rolled your eyes at him.

"Well her mum was gorgeous for a start." You grumbled, eliciting a smirk from Joel "But she looks so much like you."

"Poor kid."

"You're very handsome Joel." You stated so nonchalantly and Joel's cheeks heated at the compliment.

"Schucks." He chuckled, trying to wave off the compliment.

"What shall we do today?" You asked and Joel gave you a look of surprise before looking at Sarah who was happily snoozing on you.

"Well, what would you like to do?" He asked sweetly and you hummed as you thought about it for a moment.

"Did you take Sarah to the aquarium in the end?" You asked and Joel shook his head.

"No, I... I wanted to do that with you so it didn't feel right." His answer made your heart swell and you smiled sweetly at him.

"Okay. Then I say let's go to the aquarium today."

"Perfect!"

"You ready to see some fishies, Sarah Sue?"

Joel grinned at the silly nickname you had given his daughter.

"Do you want me to take her?" Joel asked and you shook your head.

"Nah I'm good. You stick to snapping the pictures, Daddy." You finished, winking at him.

Joel's length twitched in his jeans at your statement. He nodded, hoping the dim light of the aquarium hid his burning cheeks. He threw Sarah's baby bag into the pram and pulled out his camera.

Sarah was instantly taken with the fish. Giggling and smiling at the creatures as they flitted around their tanks. She would screech at the bubbles and grin at the sharks as they swam overhead when you walked through the glass tunnel and you smiled brighter than Joel had seen you in months. He took so many pictures of the two of you as you walked through the aquarium, grinning at how mystified Sarah looked as she watched a giant sea turtle swim overhead.

"Hey, want me to snap a picture of you and her together?"

"Oh, it's okay." Joel said nervously but you rolled your eyes and walked to his side.

"Here..." You said handing him the baby then taking the camera you took a few steps back and looked through the viewfinder to square up the shot "Say fishies." You grinned as you snapped a few photos.

"Thanks." Joel said as he handed Sarah back to you and grabbed the camera.

"You're welcome, Miller."

By the time you got to the end of the aquarium, Sarah was out for the count in her pram. Joel suggested lunch and you dragged him to an English pub you'd been wanting to try since Simon had mentioned it a few months ago.

"That burger looks incredible." You stated when Joel's food was placed in front of him and he nodded in agreement before eying up yours.

"Your chicken burger looks pretty damn good too."

You both took a bite of your food and hummed as the delicious flavours assaulted your senses.

"Good?" You both asked in unison before chuckling together.

"Wanna try some?" You asked and Joel nodded, leaning forward so he could take a bite.

You watched him as he did, thinking it was the most sensual thing you'd seen in months then chuckled when a little garlic mayo dribbled onto his chin. Quickly swiped it with your finger, you jumped when he grabbed your hand and wrapped his lips around the digit.

"That's good." He said and you came back to your senses, nodding in agreement "Wanna try some of mine?"

"Definitely."

You leaned towards him, biting into the juicy burger he held in front of you and hummed at the different flavours that hit you. Leaning back, Joel chuckles and you look at him with wide eyes as he leans toward you.

"Got a little something..." He trails off, cupping the back of your neck and pulling you towards him.

You get so caught up in his eyes that you don't see what's about to happen, but the moment his lips touch yours the trance is broken and you're pulling away.

"Don't." You say as you pull yourself out of his grasp and shuffle along the bench seat you're sitting on "Don't do that."

"I'm sorry I..." He's instantly panicking, his eyes wild as his eyes started to fill with tears "Shit... I completely misread this." He choked "Fuck..."

"Joel." You said but he continued to ramble and continued to panic. Sarah chose that moment to wake from her nap and scream bloody murder.

"Fuck." He growled as he pulled a premade bottle of formula from her cool bag.

"Let me sort it, Joel."

"It's fine." He said "Can you watch Sarah please." he pleaded before getting up and running to the bar.

His hands shook as he waited for the bartender to bring the hot water he requested. His heart felt like it was trying to pound its way out of his chest. Why had he thought kissing you was a good idea? He had got so caught up in the moment that he had just gone for it and now you probably hated him.

How the hell was he going to get himself out of this mess?

When he made it back to the table, you’d managed to calm Sarah down and you were singing to her sweetly as you rocked her from side to side. He watched you a moment with his daughter and his heart crumbled to dust. He couldn't lose you. If keeping you meant forcing himself to fall out of love with you then that's what he'd do.

It was for the best.

When he sat back down again you looked at him and opened your mouth to speak but his eyes morphed into those of a sad puppy and you stopped yourself.

"Can we just please forget it happened." Joel pleaded and your heart sank a little but you nodded.

"Sure."

You knew your reaction had hurt him but you just weren't ready yet. Your heart was still bleeding for the baby you had hoped to raise with him and the life you'd dreamed of sharing with him. You wanted to open yourself to him and today was the first time you'd felt at peace in what felt like a lifetime but you didn't want to skip any steps.

Joel handed you the bottle after checking the temperature on his wrist and you started to feed the ravenous Sarah, smiling sweetly at her as she watched you whilst she fed.

"Today's been wonderful." You said, breaking the tense silence "Thank you for this Joel." You finished as you looked at him and smiled.

"You're welcome Pip."

...

Joel smiled at you as he brought over your usual morning coffee. You had been back at work a week and each day you seemed to be a little brighter.

"How is my favourite secretary this morning?" He asked and you chuckled as you graciously took your coffee from him.

"She is good." You replied honestly and he grinned at you.

Not a word had been said about the incident at the pub and though it hurt you both not to discuss it, neither of you wanted to hurt the other. So the subject had been pushed to the side and forgotten. Or so each of you thought.

"I have a favour to ask you." Your eyebrow quirked at this but you said nothing as you waited for him to elaborate.

"Could you watch Sarah for a few hours this evening?"

Your interest was piqued.

"Hot date?" You asked, trying your best to sound unaffected by the idea.

"Yeah." He answered and your heart sank "With a 70-year-old woman and her son." He continued and you felt your lungs fill with air again "Guy's looking to do a huge refurb that includes a granny annexe extension. Dad was supposed to go but it's his and Ma's anniversary so he's asked me to go instead."

"That's huge Joel!" You gushed and he nodded as a smile crossed his lips.

"If I can win the contract it will be a really great payout."

"You will knock 'em dead." You said with a surety that made his heart skip a beat.

"So is that a yes?"

"You know I love an excuse to spend quality time with my girl."

"You're a life, saver." He said, leaning down to peck your cheek "Thank you."

You blushed, touching your cheek and remembering how his lips felt against it. You watched as he walked away, ducking into his office and grabbing the phone as it started to ring.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer."

Simon speaking beside you made you jump and you looked at him with an expression similar to a dear in headlights.

"I don't know what you mean." You replied, trying to brush his statement off.

"Oh come on hun..." He chuckled, leaning against your desk "I see the way you guys look at each other."

"We're friends."

"Friends who are in love with each other."

"Simon." You pleaded but he carried on.

"I know for a fact that he told you he loved you so what's the issue?"

"How?"

"How what?" He asked and you growled in frustration.

"How do you know that?"

Simon looked at his hands a moment before answering.

"He told me." He confessed and your brows drew together.

"When Sarah was sick, I went over to the hospital to see him and the baby." Simon's expression grew sad "His mum came and told him to get out for a bit. Clear his head so we went for a drink... six in his case."

You could see where this was going but you let Simon continue.

"He was heartbroken. Telling me how he'd confessed how he felt and you'd told him that you were no good for each other, which is bullshit by the way."

"We worked through that."

"Okay... so why aren't you guys together?"

"It's complicated." You answered.

No one knew why you'd been off work for a month and you weren't sure you wanted to share it around the office.

"How can it be?" He pushed "You love each other. So just be together... Something happen?"

"Simon please stop pushing this." You pleaded "It's between Joel and I."

"Look... I care about you both and I want you to be happy. And y'all are both happiest when you're together. So whatever it is that you or he did... fix it."

"I lost a baby." You said suddenly and Simon’s expression started to resemble that of a fish out of water "I got pregnant but I lost it."

"Was it...?"

"Joel's?" Simon nodded and you shook your head "No, the guy I had the arrangement with... was his."

"Shit, Pip I'm so sorry."

"I would appreciate it if you kept it to yourself." You asked and Simon nodded "Joel and Mr and Mrs Miller know but that's it."

"I won't tell anyone I swear."

"Thanks, Si." You sighed “But that’s why we aren’t together… I need some time”

Simon didn’t need to say anything. He understood and his heart broke for you. So instead he gave your hand a squeeze and left.

...

You always knew when Joel had arrived in the office. The air seemed to change and your heart always raced as you waited for him to give you your morning coffee.

"Morning, Pip." Joel said sweetly as he placed your coffee down in its usual spot.

"Morning Joel..." You trailed off when your eyes locked with the young woman beside him.

"Oh... How rude of me." Joel chuckled "Pip this is Anna. She's our new trainee accountant."

"Oh?"

"Did I not tell you she was starting?" He asked and you shook your head.

"Shit, sorry Pip it must have slipped my mind. Sarah's had a cold so a little sleep-deprived." He chuckled "Do you mind giving her the tour? I have a call with the cement supplier in five minutes."

"Sure." You replied, trying to smile sweetly at him.

"He seems nice." Anna said and you nodded your agreement as you watched him leave.

"Yeah, he's great." You replied as you got to your feet, grabbing your coffee and taking it with you.

You started the tour by showing her the two meeting rooms, then moving on to the bathrooms, and offices, introducing her to the few people that were in the office and not on one of the sites. You finished off with the kitchen area, showing her how the utilities worked and where to find the communal coffee and tea.

"Any questions?"

"Just one." Anna replied as she smiled at you

“Shoot.”

"Joel."

"What about him?"

"He single?" She asked and your stomach twisted.

"I think so... why?"

"Just curious." She gave you a sly grin "I wanna climb him like a tree."

"He has a baby." You stated but she just shrugged.

"Make's him hotter in my opinion." She replied, grinning like the cat that got the cream "You and him involved?"

"No... No, we're just friends." You replied and she seemed to smile even wider.

"So he's fair game?" She asked and you fought hard not to cry.

"I guess so."

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ can i, leon kennedy

you should have known something was going to happen when he showed up at your door at two in the morning.

♔ ˖ ✧ — general warnings: female reader, her/she pronouns, female anatomy described, written with black reader in mind, established relationship (they’re exes), mentions of scars, a lil angst, profanity, takes place after re4 events but i don’t spoil anything major, reader folds immediately but who wouldn’t fold for leon, mentions of reader being a nurse, mentions of reader talking to someone—not dating but talking, slight jealous!leon, listen to can i by kehlani to get the mood of this one shot // smut warnings: missionary position, a lil bit of just the tipness…you’ll understand what i mean when you read it, spit usage, implied oral (f.receiving), clit play, fully clothed leon kinda idk man i thought the sight of him being fully clothed was hot in my head just walk with me it okay, body worship, implied marking kink, // word count: 2.6k, minors dni

A YAWN ESCAPED BY YOUR LIPS AS YOU LET YOUR SLIPPERS SLIDE ACROSS THE LIGHT WOODEN FLOORS. The sound of knocking on your apartment’s door jolting you out of sleep caused you to grumble all types of profanity words under your breath. You had finished a twelve-hour shift at your job and had the next day off—gladly you were spending that time catching up on sleep until the person behind your front door interrupted. You leaned forward to peel through the peephole, and you thought your eyes were deceiving you. You stepped back to rub the sleep out of your eyes to confirm that you weren’t dreaming that the man behind your front door was there. That this wasn’t you dreaming of him. Your eyes glance over at the clock that was on the coffee table in your living room, 2 A.M.

You looked again, and his figure was still there. He looked different from the last time you saw him. Did he get bigger? Taller? Did his hair get longer? What was he doing here? Questions swirled around your mind until the knocking happened again. You inhaled sharply, reliving that when you opened the door, all the memories of him would slap you harshly. You’ll have to face him after the breakup that left you having dazed and confused sleepless nights. When you unlocked your door and opened it, the questions swirling around your head were answered.

Yes, he did get bigger, as if he’s been working out more. Yes, it did seem like he got taller. And his hair looked like it got longer to the point that it fell in his face just a little bit. But those eyes, those eyes weren’t the same from the last time you gazed upon them. They looked mature, yet could tell so many stories from what he’s been through the last time you saw them.

“Leon, what are you doing here?”

You haven’t seen him since he decided to break off the relationship. Quoting that it’ll only grow complicated due to what he does, as if you haven’t cleaned cuts and bruises on his body due to said job. You always wanted to tell him that you were all in and didn’t mind the possible dangers of dating him.

“Can I come in?” His voice knocks you out of your thoughts, and you're staring at him as if he’s gone mad.

However, it was two in the morning, and you didn’t want any complaints in the morning from neighbors. You stepped aside to let him in. When he stepped by you, his scent made your knees weak. Maybe it was because you hadn’t indulged in that scent in so long. There were days when you would smell just like him because you lounged in his spare RPD t-shirts or cuddled up next to him after a long shift at the hospital. Now it was like a temporary mist, just a mere memory of what you two had. You closed the door and locked it, your fingers tugging at the oversized t-shirt you wore—now feeling awkward that you haven’t slipped on sweats.

“I know we left on a rather-“

“You broke up with me, and I couldn’t contact you afterward.” You interrupted. “Why are you here, Leon? To talk? To argue? To makeup? I don’t have time for this, you know.” You’re stepping further to close the gap between you two.

“To make up.”

Those words shocked you, and now you were taking two steps back to glare at him in confusion. Your eyebrows furrowed together as you searched for the words to describe how you felt about that.

“You’re insane.” You said. “You can’t just show up and expect us to just make up.”

“I didn’t expect it to be easy, Y/N.” Leon’s taking the two steps forward that you backed out of. “I know that you’re so stubborn that you’ll make me work for it. I’m shocked that you didn’t slam the door in my face.”

“Stubborn?” You darkly chuckled and rolled your eyes at his words. “Leon, I’m talking to someone, and I think we will be serious soon.”

Selfishly, you said those words to hurt him. You and this person had only been on one or two dates, and you weren’t even sure that you two would be serious. You just worked in the same hospital, but your two schedules were very rigorous—you weren’t even sure if the two of you could even work. But you had to admit; you said those words to hurt Leon. You wanted him to have that same heartbroken feeling of when he just left you and went radio silent on you.

Leon’s jaw tightens at the sound of your words. Your words pierced his chest so harshly that it felt like it was tightening. His nails dig into the inside of his palms before he exhales sharply. The space between you two can’t get closed up, and you would take a step back until you felt the arm of your gray-colored sofa.

“So, whatever nonsense you have to tell me—I’m sure it no longer matters because I’m serious with this person.” You broke the silence.

Why did that sting your tongue so harshly? Was it because it was a lie? Maybe. He didn’t need to know that because you didn’t want him to hurt you again. He didn’t even deserve to be in your presence anymore. But foolishly, here he was because you let him. You let him in your presence for what? Some petty lies to make him seethe with jealousy.

Yes, Leon was jealous. You knew him so well that seeing the way his jaw locked showed that he was in deep thought about you and this person. You knew Leon was thinking of the thought of you smiling at this person with that same smitten smile you used to give him. You knew he’d think about how you’ll give this person the same lovesick stare you formally gave him. Gosh, the thought of you giving yourself to them sexually had the brown-haired man seeing red (but he wouldn’t admit that to you).

“Are you really serious with them?”

“Yes.”

Liar.

“Even if I do this?”

You never expected to feel Leon’s lips again. The last time you felt the warmth of his lips—he was placing a kiss on the top of the temple and leaving you alone in the diner your first date was swearing that it was him and not you. So you wouldn’t say the feeling of his lips was foreign to you—he had kissed, licked, and sucked upon your bare body all before. But this just felt salacious.

You only say that because of how quickly you grasp at the leather jacket he wore to bring him closer. Your body inching closer towards the sofa behind your body with each move of your lips on each other. During the brief moment of Leon breaking the kiss slowly, you could feel small pecks upon your kiss swollen kisses as if the brown-haired man didn’t want the kiss to end. From your toes that were covered in pastel pink colored fuzzy socks to the top of your head—your body felt hot. You were only covered in just a flimsy oversized t-shirt but felt like you were running a fever. And Leon took advantage of this and the overflowing tension that was closing in on the both of you as you were in the living room. His rugged hands that were stained with vices he committed while being away is tugging the shirt over your head without care. The piece of clothing decorating the floor was similar to the rug that was in the center of the living room.

Leon’s chestnut-colored eyes are watching as your bare skin encrusts with goosebumps due to the cool air that circulates the apartment. His mouth waters the way your nipples harden as soon as you’re just exposed for him to see. With a shaky breath, you’re pushing yourself further onto the sofa and Leon took place in between the space of your plush thighs. You poorly attempted to use the sound of his belt being unbuckled and pants being pushed off frantically to silence your thoughts. Oh, we’re your thoughts playing ping pong at the moment. A mixture of ‘oh, this is such a bad idea’ and ‘it wouldn’t hurt to give him some while he looks so desperate for you’. You wanted to tell your thoughts to shut up so you can process that moment, but that was a bit too late when your blue-colored panties were being dragged down your thighs. Your pussy lips were painted with your slick and it took Leon so much restraint to not bury his face in between your thighs.

He’s tugging himself out his bottoms, but not fully—just enough to tug his hardened cock out from his boxers and have it resting on your tummy. The weight of it causes you to swallow the nervous lump that formed in the back of your throat. But your pussy ached to feel it again. You wanted him to make you feel so good like he did before you broke up. He’s pushing your knees to your chest and one of your legs plops upon his shoulder as he’s making eye contact with you. You broke his eye contact to stare at the way your gold anklet dangled just a bit by his ear. You couldn’t dare look at Leon when you let him have you like this in a matter of minutes, completely folding to let him see you vulnerable like this when you swore to never let him back into the comfort of your life.

“Look at me,” Leon’s fingers hook under your chin to guide you to look at him. “Are you serious with them? Even though you’re letting me do this?” His voice oozes with a teasing tone that you wanted to comment on.

But instead, you’re watching as he’s brushing his pink-colored tip upon your wet folds. With the mixture of the precum encrusted on it and your slick—the wet sound of him massaging his tip between your folds made your stomach form knots. Not bad ones though, pleasurable ones that you had whimpering out for more as Leon’s brushed his tip upon your entrance teasingly. His free hand that wasn’t guiding his cock to tease you until you were soaked rubbed soothing curves on the leg that was prompted on his shoulder.

“Please, Leon. Stop the teasin’,” You whither upon his grasp attempting to feel some friction of his cock being inside you.

“Tell me what you want..” His voice trails off just like the fingertips that trailed down your chest. Tracing alongside your areola and down to your belly button. The tip of his cock rested just a bit inside of you and just that little motion was driving you insane.

With a smug grin on his face, Leon’s barely putting in the effort to push his hips further inside you. He just had his tip resting inside you until he could feel your thighs quivering against his body. Instead of granting you what you want, he’s just indulging in the feeling of your pussy pulsing around his tip.

With broken whimpers, you could only rasp out. “I want you.”

Leon clicks his tongue before he’s peppering the inside of your ankle with kisses. With each kiss, you’re left breathless. When you look at him, it sees memories of your relationship being dumped upon you. The way he looked at you was the way he would look at you when you were together. So lovestruck. So smitten for just you.

“Look at you,” Leon pulls his tip which was covered with slick out. He teasingly brushed it against your throbbing clit causing a chill to travel down your spine. “So beautiful.”

“Please, Leon.” You begged, your waist moving just a bit below his grasp to feel for him. “I’m not serious with anyone. I haven’t been since we broke up.”

And that’s what Leon wanted to hear. He brought his hand up to his mouth pooling a good amount of spit in his hand before letting it coat his cock with ease. You heard Leon let out a groan of desperation as he palmed himself right in front of you before sliding into you with ease.

You couldn’t quite describe how you felt when you and Leon became whole. The feeling of his cock felt like something that you yearned for months. Your chest heaved at the feeling—at how well Leon felt inside of you. His hips pivot forward in a motion that makes your brain fuzz up. Your fingers grasp at his forearm digging into it as something to help you hold on. Your thighs spread apart so provocatively that you knew Mother Mary herself was clutching her heart. Your eyes that were squeezed shut fluttered open to make eye contact with Leon just as the sound of your thighs slapping against his clothed lower half.

Without many words, he’s increasing his speed. With your leg hooked by his shoulder and your shiny golden anklet dangling carelessly with each thrust forward. Your whimpers were like music to Leon’s heated and red-shaded ears. His callous hands grasped at your waist to pin you in place even though you were already ever so trapped under his weight. You could feel the wetness below your bare bottom staining the sofa that many months ago—he helped pick out. With your mouth gasping apart, Leon leans down to place wet kisses on your gasping lips. Not exactly muffling your moans so you wouldn’t wake your neighbors but to just feel even closer to you.

“Shit.” Leon breathes out as he tugs himself out of you before shoving himself back in to feel the warmth and tightness of your pussy again.

It was one thing you adored when Leon and yourself had sex. When he was about to come, he always ensured you came first. Even if he was on his last ounce of energy, he wasn’t afraid to let his fingers dance upon your throbbing clit to intensify the toe-curling orgasm that erupted in the pit of your stomach. That’s exactly what he did, he’s lifting his body off of you and wetting his index and middle finger. Without reluctance, he thumbs at your clit in a circular motion.

“You’re so close, I can tell how you’re squirming and how much you soaked the sofa,” Leon says through breathy groans and subtle hushed profanity words.

Tears crystalized on your lash line as you whimpered out Leon’s name as if it was the only word you knew. The way he seemed to make your lower half body go through its own wave of fireworks—you were perfectly fine with only seeing him, only having him, and much more. His hips rock forward to fuck you through the orgasm that made your toes curl and your back arch off the softness of the plush sofa below your sweat-coated body.

This wasn’t how you imagined the conversation to go, but if you were given the chance to turn back time to change the way it went—you wouldn’t.

You were seeing spots in the way your orgasm tugged you off cloud nine. Your pussy pulses around Leon’s cock as you feel the weight of his clothed body falls upon your frame. Your chest heaves upward and downward as you’re trying to regain your breath, soul, and thoughts. You could feel Leon kissing your heated skin that now was engraved with the scent of him.

Oh, Leon Kennedy what you could do to a girl like you. He would always have your heart even if you tried your hardest to tug away.

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PLEEEAASEE WRITE A FULL THING ABOUT THIS OMGGGG 🙏

For reference, my ask box is no longer open for requests, but this is from before I closed it, so I will be writing for this ask.

related to this, that reads, "sorry i got a huge wet spot on my boxers and started whining and whimpering and rutting against you while we were play fighting. ignore it. uhhh yeah it will happen again. sorry"

HELL YEAH, I will write that and I will write the fuck out of it!!

Pre-war setting, getting together, grinding, almost underage vibes? like this is post-high-school, so they're of age, but there's also discussion about feeling young, y'know?

Time doesn't feel real for Steve or Bucky right now. It's purgatory in the sticky, hot, barely-breathable-heat-clinging-to-your-throat summer after miraculously lasting through all of high school. They're supposed to be real adults now--they graduated, they're done, move on and be a part of the real world, why don't'cha, boys? They're supposed to be adults with jobs, saving up for their brides and eventual babies as the breadwinners. Men of their houses. Respectively.

Bucky is... well... he has the job part, not so much the savings part (in this economy?) or the gal who he's supposed to be going steady with, dreaming about wedding then knocking her up with his babies, as many as they can have. He's got gals, that ain't the problem, the problem is that none of 'em that he brings around ever last that long to think about rings.

All that said, if Bucky is nearly there, then Steve certainly isn't there at all. He ain't an adult yet. Not really. He doesn't look like an adult, for one, he's still short and scrawny, far from the strapping family man he's supposed to grow up and be. But, also, he has no job, he has no savings, he has no gals mooning after him. All he has is this one last short season of responsibility-less summer before it all gets serious.

So, Steve plans to savor this one last summer as much as he can. Meaning, a'course, while his Ma is out for her evening shift at the hospital and before Bucky has to high tail it out of the matchbox-sized Rogers' apartment to make it to work bright and early in the morning, here they are. Alone. Just two pals, lounging around and melting into the sofa with the oppressive Brooklyn summer heat. Trying and failing to stay cool, even with sheets over the windows to keep the light out.

It's just the two of them and their sleeveless undershirts and boxers, sweating through the fabric. And, like always, when it's just the two of them, it's devolved into reckless stupidity--

Boys will be boys.

They start out with Bucky reading one of his sci-fi books and chuckling to himself, sprawled out to ward off excessive heat, while Steve sketches quietly next to him, more curled up since the warmth does him more good than bad. They're shoulder to shoulder. Nothing weird. They've always been close. They grew up in each other's pockets, spending as much time at the other's crowded home as their own. But. Then, they're closer than close as they're rolling off the bed and onto the floor with two matching "oof"s of air being punched from their chests.

Nearly immediately from the commotion of landing in a heap of sweaty boys in the floor, the scuffed, beat-up coffee table of Steve's Ma's--she got it for free from one of the other nurses at work--has gotten shoved out of the way. Also, the thin carpet underneath their writhing, squirming bodies gets thrown ascew, shoved over chaotically, rolling up under itself. Steve finds himself sweating even more, really coating every inch of his skin as he fights to have the upper hand in their play wrestling match.

Rolled over and rolled around, Steve is currently on top and winning because his bony fucking elbows and sharp knees are merciless weapons that give him the advantage every now and again (just when he can manage to hit Bucky in the right spots). Not unscathed, Bucky's shirt has rolled up, showing off the whole band of his underwear and a slice of his pale stomach. There's a light dusting of hair leading down towards his crotch that Steve's not seen before. That, and new muscle definition creeping in from a mix of his labor-heavy, adult job and how there's never enough food to go around these days. It's just more proof that Bucky is an adult these days. Damn.

Steve ignores those curious parts of his best pal, though, 'cause they're laughing and chuckling and upping the ante to make each other giggle, gasping for air, more until... slowly, slowly, slowly, the humor of it dies down, turning into grunts of effort and breathless shit-talk that's all bark and no bite.

Steve ends up pinned, wiggles out of it, Bucky gets pushed back onto his side, but not all the way over, then Steve's back on his back, ultimately, though--

Steve gets situated on both of Bucky's legs and victoriously grins down at him, his hair hanging over his forehead, blonde and damp. He's won. He's just waiting for Bucky to say it now.

C'mon. Say it! Say it! Steve chants in his own head, too out of breath to shit talk at this juncture.

But Bucky just doesn't know when to give up (something they both have in common as cursed by one Sarah Rogers and another Winnie Barnes). So, the coffee table ends up shuddering from the impact of Bucky's hip when he tries to roll unsuccessfully and get Steve off of him. Steve snickers at him, knowing he's not hurt. Steve clings to Bucky's larger, more muscular, more adult-feeling (and looking) body to stay put. He isn't going down.

In retaliation, on his back, smiling like a goof, Bucky sticks his tongue out. Of course, Steve just does it back. But, not before internally debating if he has the breath or not to blow a raspberry on his exposed skin--it's what he deserves for being a squirmy little shit (nevermind that Steve uses the same tactic when he's the one who's pinned). He doesn't have the breath, though. So, he'll settle for sticking out his tongue.

Even as he teases his friend, this wistfullness overtakes Steve--it's been a good summer. The heat is good for Steve's body, not for his asthma, but his joints and bones like it well enough it doesn't matter. He hasn't had a cold in ages. And, obviously, it has to have been a good season for him to be so enthusiastically wrangling Bucky like he is. Playfighting like this is peaceful. Fun. Super fun. Steve doesn't ever want to grow up if he has to give this up.

Crawling all over Bucky, gathering his wrists in both hands but then finding he can't do much else without his hands free, Steve gives them up and shoves at his shoulders instead, tickles his grossly sweaty armpits, exposed thanks to his tank-top, jabs his bared stomach, and gets all of his (light) weight centered on his hips to keep the other man down. He's got this. He's gonna keep him right here. He's stuck. Sucks to suck.

It's so fucking fun to wrestle like they are, but Steve can't help his competitive nature rising up inside him. He can't take shit unseriously. It's in his blood. He knows Bucky isn't using all his strength against him, but he knows that he's using enough. It's taking effort for them both to play fight like they are. Bucky's using a hell of a lot more force against Steve's bird-boned body than anyone else would ever dare. And Steve is relishing in it. He's fired the fuck up. He's gonna win. He's on top. He's gonna pin Bucky so good and jab him with bony knees and tickle him until he cries uncle.

Then, with the victory under his belt, he'll have ammo to hurl at Bucky for the rest of the summer, lording it over his head until he's frustrated enough that he challenges him to a second round. It'll be exactly as fun to wrestle that second time, too. So. There's nothing to lose. It's a perfect plan.

Steve is so focused. He's moving over top of Bucky, crawling everywhere, pushing, shoving, thinking about what he's gonna do next and where Bucky's weak spots are, how to exploit them, and sythesizing all this playful strategy when any and all of Steve's focus is shot to shit as--

A fractured whimper fills the heavy, hanging air between their barely-clad bodies. Loud and unable to be ignored.

Instantly, Steve stops in his tracks. Wiggling to stock still. At first, he's pretty sure he's hurt Bucky with a noise like that and so he fucking freezes. He didn't mean to do any actual damage! He doesn't want to actually hurt him! They were just rough housing and he got carried away. An apology is already spinning in his mind. But.

Oh.

Steve has stopped moving, leaving him with his thigh pushed up tight between Bucky's legs and, oh, that's Bucky's dick. Steve can feel it. It's hard as... as fuck.

It's harder than anything Steve's felt. Ever.

Still not moving, rooted in his place precarously on top of his best friend, Steve realizes that it's hot, too.

Hot and hard.

His dick.

And a new, completely different kind of heat wave washes stickily over Steve from the cheeks down. Dumbly, his mouth hangs open, he should apologize and skitter away, but he can't move; he's stuck, feeling his blood push through his veins, hotter and hotter with every rickety pump.

Bucky feels it, too. The new, fresh heat wave. It's plain to fucking see that he feels it too--with his hard, hot body and dick underneath him, close enough they're touching everywhere--he's sucked his pink, pink bottom lip between his white teeth, his eyes are squeezed shut, and his blush is a million times worse now than it was when he was just reading his book on the couch and suffering through the heat that way. He's painted in color and gloss, sweating through his undershirt now. Its thin, white fabric clings wetly to his heaving chest. Steve's throat makes a funny sound as he realizes that his friend's his nipples are hard and obvious through the fabric. Targets that beg to be hit. Beneath him, Bucky's so hot that he's nothing more than a melted puddle.

However, Bucky's frozen in time, too. It's like he's so, uh, aroused that he hasn't realized Steve's not still squirming on top of him, not still fighting, not still incidentally rubbing his leg up against his dick, making him get hard and harder, harder, making him whimper, making his sweat, making him--

Steve's brain stutters to even more of a hault--no thoughts whatsoever--as he follows the line of Bucky's body down with hungry eyes, shifting his weight enough to see, oh, there's wetness on Bucky's underwear, too.

It's not sweat.

Playfighting with Steve on top of him like this makes him leak.

The frozen-overheated moment shatters in slow motion with Bucky cracking open one dazed eye, the horror dawning on his face, realizing what he's done--the sound he's just made and the line he's just crossed involuntarily with his best pal. His lips start to shape a mornful, mortified apology. But, fuck it.

Steve lets all of his repressed, denied, wished-away wanting pour forward, and he moves forward, too, surging up against Bucky to press their lips together hard. Almost as blindingly, desperately hard as Bucky is against his lean thigh.

It's hungry and urgent and hotter than the weather outside. It's everything Steve was aching for. Wanting.

Needing.

As it turns out, Bucky's whimpering tastes sweeter than it sounds. And whaddya know, his sweat and wetness feels better than it looks, too.

Fuck.

#asks #fandomfluffandfuck #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #dom/sub undertones #insinuated sub bucky #insinuated dom steve

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louloulemons-posts · 1 year ago

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Oil At The Coffee Shop VII

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Summary : Steve’s Halloween party takes place, and things escalate between you and Eddie.

Word Count : 1.8k

Warnings : not proofread, swearing, alcohol, drunk reader, talks of the upside down and vecna, flufffyyyyyyyyy, first kiss 👀

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Halloween was here. Kids were running up and down the streets dressed as various ghouls and ghosts. You’d closed up shop early, the day had been busy, people adoring all of the sweet treats you’d had on offer.

You quickly shooed Max and El, telling them you’d see them at the party later on. Cleaning up as fast as you could, you headed up to your apartment to get ready for Steve’s party.

You’d decided to dress up as Daphne Blake from Scooby-Doo, one of your favourite characters. Climbing into your purple costume, you fought with it to zip up the back.

Pink tights covered your legs, a green ascot around your neck, along with purple shoes and headband. It looked great for a last minute costume.

It was now nearly hitting 8, so you had to be quick. Luckily you and the girls had already wrapped up the cakes for the party, so you could lock up, get in your car and go.

The drive to Steve didn’t take long, early enough so you didn’t seem rude. Walking in you headed straight to the kitchen, food and drinks were lay out.

“Hey! You made it!” Steve smiled, giving you a sideways hug. To nobody’s surprise, the boy dressed as Danny from Grease, slicking his hair back, dark jeans, vest and a leather jacket.

“Look at you Grease Lightning!” you exclaimed, putting down the snacks in hand. “And you! You ready to solve a mystery?”

“If the offer comes about of course,” I laugh.

“Ah babe these look great!”

“Thanks, where’s Robin, I need to tell her which ones have peanuts in.” He pointed towards the lounge. Sat on the couch was Robin and Vickie, dressed as Andie and Duckie from Pretty in Pink.

“Hey guys! You look great!”

“Jeepers! So do you,” Robin laughed.

“I just came to tell you, some of the sweets have peanuts in, they’re the little frankenstein looking ones.” She smiled, thanking you for the heads up.

The younger kids were dressed up as the Goonies, a great group costume. Nancy and Jonathan were Baby and Johnny from dirty dancing. You heard a familiar voice in the kitchen, Eddie was here.

Walking to greet him, you were taken aback. Okay in all honesty he looked the same as he normally did, but the addition of eyeliner and the taming of his wild curls was something else. “Woah Van Halen, look at you!” you grinned.

“Hey Sweetheart, you look fantastic,” he smiled down at your purple dress. “So do you.”

“Really? Think I look the same.”

“You always look great Eddie,” you smiled at him.

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The party was in full swing, Steve slapping away the younger kids hands whenever they went for alcohol. Scolding them. You on the other hand, were nursing your fifth or sixth drink of the night.

Feeling buzzed and very happy, it was fun. It was nice to have fun and feel normal. You loved the shop, but it’d been stressful. This was the time for you to relax, have a great time with your friends.

“You alright Sweetheart?” a voice came from beside you. “Eddie!” You exclaimed, as if you hadn’t seen the boy in weeks - it’d been about an hour since you last spoke.

“Hiya,” he gave you a crooked smile.

“Hi,” you matched his expression.

“Watcha got there?”

“Drink, it’s yummy. Wanna try?” you asked offering him your cup.

Accepting it from you, he took a sip, coughing slightly. “Who’s mixing your drinks?”

“Robs.”

“Jesus Christ,” he spoke, “Let’s get you some water.”

He put her drink in the skin and filled up a new glass with water. “Sip it okay?” he said, bringing it to your lips, taking small sips. “Good job.” You may have only had 5 or 6 drinks, but Robins pours meant you’d had about 15 or 16.

Watching Eddie intently as drank your water, “You okay?” he asked. Moving the cup from your mouth you nodded, “You’re real pretty Eds.”

His face flushed, “God Robs how much did you put in this?” he asked, more to himself than to anyone in particular. “You should wear eyeliner more often,” you spoke.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm, looks real good on you.”

“I almost took my eye out.”

“I’ll do it for you next time, I’ll be real gentle,” you said, touching his cheek softly.

“Yeah okay, as long as I have two eyes by the end of it.”

“Promise,” your hands still touching him, sliding down to play with the curls at the base of his neck.

“What you doing there Sweetheart?”

“You’re just so pretty, curls are just so beautiful Eds.”

“You’re drunk Sweetheart.”

“It’s true though, so fucking beautiful.”

You looked at him in awe, eyes wide like a curious child. “We should get you home,” he said, taking your hand from his face. “But I wanna stay!” you whined.

“Sweetheart don’t you want to go and get comfy in bed?”

You hummed, “That does sound nice. Will you take me?”

“Course Sweetheart? Is your car here?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay then, let’s say goodbye to everyone.”

Wrapping your arms around his, you walked to say a drunken goodbye to your friends. “You gonna be okay driving her home?” Steve asked. “Oh yeah, doubt she’ll be any trouble.”

“Okay man, I’ll see later. See you later,” he smiled, kissing your cheek. “Bye Stevie.”

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Eddie helped you into your car, walking round to the other side. “Can you do your belt?” he asked. You attempted, but your fingers didn’t want to work. “I’ve got it Sweetheart,” he said.

Leaning over you and grabbing you belt, you watched Eddie intently. Clicking it into place, he looked at you, not expecting you to be looking at him like that.

“What?” he asked, voice barely a whisper. You heart thumped, he deep chocolate eyes meeting yours. “Eds,” you spoke, hands reaching out to touch his face. “Sweetheart.”

You leant forward, pressing your lips to his gently. You heart warmed, your stomach swarmed with butterflies, all your mind could think was - Eddie Eddie Eddie.

Your hand played with his hair as you kissed him deeper, his own lips moving now. His hand came to your face, his rings cold against your flushed cheeks. You hummed, smiling against his mouth.

He pulled back slightly, “Sweet,” you kissed him again, which made him laugh. He pulled away fully this time, making you whine. “Sweetheart you’re drunk, we can’t do this.”

“Y-you don’t want to kiss me?”

“No! I mean yes! Yes I want to kiss you, but not when you’re drunk. If you want to kiss me when you’re sober we can do that.”

“You promise?” you asked, wide eyed.

“I promise.”

You leaned back in your seat, resting your head against it. Eddie started up the car, taking you home.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“Hey, wake up,” Eddie shook your shoulders softly, making a groan come out of your mouth. “Come on Sweetheart, let’s get you into bed.”

Eddie had taken your keys when you were back at Steve’s, so he could drive and get you in. After parking in the side alley he helped you up the back staircase and into your apartment.

“Here we go,” Eddie as he pushed the door open. Although you and Eddie had become close, he hadn’t been in your apartment. Not many people had, only Max and El when you sent them up to grab things.

Eddie helped you through the door way, clicking the light on. The boxes full of your stuff was now gone, everything had its place - you still needed to paint some parts.

“Where do you keep your glasses and medication?” Eddie asked.

“Meds are in the bathroom cupboard and glasses are in there,” you motioned to a cupboard.

“Okay,” he filled up a glass and then went to find the bathroom. You sat on the couch, sighing in comfort, sliding your shoes off. You could fall asleep here, suddenly Eddie was in front of you, pills in one hand and water in the other.

“Here you go, you won’t have a headache in the morning.”

“Talking from experience?” you asked, teasingly, he squeezed at your nose lightly. “Take them.”

Without another word, you took the pills with the water, making Eddie smile. “Good job, let’s get you to bed now.” Holding out his hands to you, you took them, allowing him to lead you to the room.

Turning on your lamp, Eddie couldn’t help, but feel honoured to be in a space like yours. It was so you. Cosy, warm, inviting. Something Eddie could have lost if he hadn’t actually got to know you.

“Can you help me out of this?” you asked, you had fought with your zipper on the back of the dress earlier. Eddie walked up to you, carefully lifting your hair up. Taking the zipper into his hand and pulling it down.

Your bareback and bra was visible to him, making him gulp. His skin was rough on you, even-though he touched you as if you were made of glass. “There you go,” he spoke.

“Thank you.”

Holding your arm over your front, you walked to your cupboard to get a shirt and some shorts. “I’ll um … I’ll wait outside,” Eddie said, walking out of the room.

Swapping your clothes, you walk back to the door, to let Eddie in. “Hi,” you say softly.

“Hi Sweetheart.”

“Will you stay with me?” you asked him.

“I’ll stay on the couch, not the bed.”

You sigh, “Sweetheart, if you were sober, I would. I’ll stay on the couch. I’ll be here when you wake up, I promise.”

“Okay, let me get you a blanket and pillow.”

Opening the chest at the end of your bed, you pulled out a nice plus blanket and the took extra pillows from your bed. “Here you go,” you smiled.

“Thank you,” he spoke as he took them from your hands. Leaning down he pressed his lips against your forehead. “If you wake up and you want to kiss me, you’re more than welcome too.”

“I’ll hold you to that offer.”

“Goodnight Sweetheart.”

“Goodnight Eddie.”

Once the door had closed, you lay down on your bed. Quickly getting comfy, and closing your eyes, you’d kissed Eddie. It was amazing.

Soon enough you fell to sleep, dreaming of his lips on yours.

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We’d kissed. She kissed me. I kissed her back.

What if she regretted it? What if she was so drunk she’d just forget?

It might be for the best that she forgot, she deserved so much more than Hawkins’ freak. The man who apparently summoned Satan to the town.

The man who was mentally and physically scarred from the ‘earthquakes’. You didn’t know the truth. Would you still think he was beautiful? Still want to kiss him?

She didn’t know about Chrissy, or Vecna, or what really happened to him and Max. She deserved to know. Even if she hated him after. She needed to know.

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A/N : oh my goddddd 👀👀👀 also can you believe we’re half way through this fic????

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rom-e-o · 3 months ago

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How do we think the boys reacted the first time they got a boner around their girls after getting into a relationship? Obviously, they're not school boys, they know how the biology behind it works. But still, they're involved with undeniably gorgeous women, one who was a socialite and model and one who is in her young prime with a cult following as a glamorous lounge singer. And they've both been pursued and used only for their looks and sex appeal. Without a doubt, there is reason to suspect some fear of this happening again is in the back of the girls' minds. And, while the boys have had lusty dreams and thoughts of these lovely ladies, absolutely, that's only a considerably small factor behind why they want to be with these amazing women. So does it stand to reason that the boys might be just a bit apprehensive when their arousal makes itself obviously known the first time?

Like with Wolf, I imagine he and Bess are in the middle of a heated makeout sesh when he inevitably starts getting uncomfy down there. He internally panics, not wanting to offend Bess and hopes she doesn't notice, silently willing the bloody thing to cool down (😂). But, of course, his body doesn't listen, because does it ever? And the next thing he knows Bess is straddling him and pushing even closer, maybe instinctively grinding against him a bit, and there's no doubt she feels him.

"Mm, Wolfy. Is that a roll of change leftover in your pocket or a critique of my kissing skills?"

And he just squeaks out like a pubescent boy: "I'm sorry! I'm so bloody sorry, Bess! I'm not expecting... anything from you! Not anything at all, I swear! Darling, I love you so, so bloody damn much, and I just want to be with you. N-Not like that! At least, not until you're ready. And if you're never ready, I don't care--I just want to be by your side. I-I'm not with you just to get sex; I just... this... m-my... i-it-"

"Has a mind of its own. I'm an l&d nurse and an aspiring midwife, Ebenezar; I'm well aware how the male anatomy works."

"Ha. O-Of course you are. I-I just wanted-"

She stops him with a kiss. "Shhhh. I know. Thank you for your courtesy and consideration. But it's okay. I'm not offended or wondering if your intentions are anything but honorable."

Of course, she wouldn't; she's so brilliantly understanding. "You must think me a bloody stupid idiot."

"Not really. Not a stupid one anyway. A bloody sweet idiot, though. I can't name any man I've ever encountered apologizing for getting an erection around me but you. Stuttering and sputtering like a 15-year-old boy who just got caught watching porn, no less."

"Haha. Yes. Not my most suave or articulate moment, I must say."

"Heeheehee. No. But, if I'm being honest, it was actually really adorable. And your little speech was actually quite gallant. I've never felt more cherished or respected."

"Mmm. You most amazing woman. I do not deserve you."

"... Wwwweeeeeelllllllll, don't say that just yet. Because it was so cute, I absolutely intend on telling Connie about your boner freak out."

"... Elizabeth Felicity Sullivan, you wouldn't dare."

"Watch me, big boy." And Bess darts off, grabbing her phone off the coffee table as she sprints, squealing, for the bathroom with Wolf hot on her trail, roaring playfully.

Ah, yes. The first introduction of their ‘second mate’ to their lovely ladies. 😂

Them being nervous is very understandable. They’re gentlemen, so they’re a little shy about it under any circumstances, but ESPECIALLY knowing the trauma their girlfriends have been through? They don’t want to blow it. Their minds are very aware of the nuance of the situation … but their bodies are that of red-blooded men, so yeah, they’ve got a mind of their own, haha.

Bess handled it so well! And Wolf, what an absolute sweetie for reassuring him that he is perfectly content to wait until she’s ready, IF she’s ever ready. He just wants to be with her. 🥹💕

And bonus points for dishing the gossip to Con, haha. Sorry, Wolf, girls tell each other everything.

I feel like Adonis would be very similar to Wolf in terms of being worried about it. We know he gets very turned on by dreams of Con, but in person? I’m imagining he goes OUT of his way to make sure their kisses are posed in such a way that his hips are angled very specifically. 😂

Connie … she’s older herself and has her own intimacy issues, so I think she goes into it all thinking that he may be similar. Lots of older gentlemen can have erectile dysfunction, and that sincerely doesn’t bother her in the slightest.

Then, cut to them getting handsy and making out, and they lose balance in the sofa, and he falls forward. She feels him, and is like, “Oh!”

He SCRAMBLES UP quickly, looking at her with wide eyes. “I’m sorry! I-I don’t mean for you to … that is … I-I’m sorry. I have no secret expectations, I assure you, I guess I’m just … ugh.”

While he’s blushing and moves to get up, her hands quickly cup his face and pull him back down.

“Honey, wait,” she says, smiling softly as she pulls him close. “Have you…been doing that this whole time? Every time we kiss?”

“I-erm…yes, I suppose.”

“Why?”

“B-Because … I don’t want to make you feel like an object. I love when we’re together in any capacity, and in don’t just … there’s a time and place. I didn’t want to ambush you with any ultimatums.”

She smiles. “Is there an ultimatum?”

“Certainly not,” he says, turning more to putty as her fingers caress his cheekbones. “I’m content to move at any pace, and frankly, being in your company at all is a pleasure. F-For me. I hope for you too.”

He’s so sweet, she thinks.

“Darling, the sound I made, I was just surprised,” she assures. “And also … quite impressed.”

And he goes FUCHSIA. “You were … what?”

“Knowing that you treat me so kindly, think of my feelings, and I can do that to you? Mm. I dare say I’m ever more fond of you, my considerate, wonderful, amazing Adonis of a man.”

“O-Oh.”

“Not to mention … my nicely-endowed Adonis too. Those statues and classical artwork pieces are accurate, I see. I’ll have to tell Bess next time we stroll the museum.”

“C-Connie!” 🥴

#scroogeverse #I love how both boys blunder and get self-conscious here #and their wifeys pick them right back up and reassure them #returning the favor for all the confidence they’ve helped bolster in return 💕

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roxannarambles · 1 year ago

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Title: The Bloodmoon Graves (Part 7/7)

Summary: Nemona learns about the rumors of a fabled "Bloodmoon Beast" and decides they should all go for a camping trip out in the Timeless Woods to search for it. They end up finding a bit more than they bargained for.

(See Ch 1 for tags & other info)

Chapters: Ch 1 - Ch 2 - Ch 3 - Ch 4 - Ch 5 - Ch 6 - Epilogue

Fortunately for the exhausted group of travelers, their camp had not been disturbed since they left it. As tired as they all were, it was almost tempting to try to go back to sleep, but there was no telling if the Bloodmoon Beast would be able to take care of all the wolves– and whether it might decide to come after them once it was done. So after a short rest, they hastily packed up camp and left, hiking back into the Kitakami Wilds.

Once they were out of the woods, they pitched their tents again and tried to get some rest, Mabosstiff standing guard, just in case. The next morning, while eating breakfast (which was whatever was left of their food supplies), they debated whether they should go back into the woods to track down the rest of their missing supplies– their cell phones were the things they wanted most to find. Eventually they decided they would return later for them. For the time being, they hiked the rest of the way back to Mossui Town. The hike felt much, much longer on the return trip, and it was a relief when they finally rounded Apple Hills and spotted the buildings of the little town.

The first thing they did was hand their pokeballs off to the nurse. She was able to clean the awful mess off their pokeballs and get them back to normal, but the job did take her several hours and some helpers. In the meantime, the kids got a proper meal at the Community Center and then just crashed for most of the remainder of that day. They definitely needed the rest.

The following day, Juliana felt a hundred percent better, and it seemed Nemona did, too. After breakfast they took a walk to Loyalty Plaza and planned out their return trip to the Timeless Woods (they were going to fly on Juliana’s Corviknight, this time). When they returned to town they finally found Arven and Penny awake in the Community Center.

“Heyyyy, there they are!” Nemona said, dropping down on the bench beside them. Juliana sat down too, saying,

“We thought maybe you guys were gonna sleep all day.”

“I wasn’t asleep. Just didn’t feel like leaving my room,” Arven answered curtly, sipping some coffee and petting the dog lounging by his feet. Juliana teased,

“Wait, seriously? Arven staying in his room all morning? That doesn’t sound right. You okay, Arven? Did this trip turn you into Penny?”

Nemona laughed a little. Penny had her nose in a laptop and barely had the energy to send them both a withering glare. Arven replied,

“I’m fine. Jeez, I can’t take it easy for one morning? We’re on vacation, aren’t we?”

Juliana shrugged,

“It’s more of a field trip, but sure.”

She leaned down and pet Mabosstiff for a few moments and then looked back to him. In a softer tone, she said,

“But . . . um, are you actually okay? I just wanted to make sure, after . . . well, everything.”

Nemona watched quietly, also looking concerned. Arven sipped his coffee and sighed. After a while, he said,

“Yeah. I won’t claim that was my favorite trip, but I’ll be fine. Mabosstiff and I have faced worse. And it’s gonna take a lot more than some pesky ghost types to turn us off from camping.”

He patted Mabosstiff’s head and the dog’s tail thumped the ground.

“Good,” Juliana said, smiling. He gave her a smile in return, small but genuine.

“What about you, Penny?” Nemona asked, turning to her.

“Yeah, no, I’m never stepping foot outside again,” Penny replied blandly. Arven snorted.

“Aw, Penny! Don’t say that . . . I know you didn’t have much fun, but it wasn’t all bad, right?”

Penny didn’t even hesitate to reply,

“Yeah it was. You trying to tell me there were parts of that you enjoyed?”

Nemona exchanged a look with Juliana, then answered confidently,

“Well, yeah! I mean, not the almost dying parts obviously, but, think about it. We got to see a brand-new pokemon nobody’s ever heard of before, and all those weird tar pits, and that’s pretty cool, right? It’s like we’re on the cutting-edge of discovery and stuff!”

“I think I’ll stay away from the cutting-edges, they’re a little too cutting.”

With an excited gleam in her eyes, Nemona added,

“Plus, we saw the Bloodmoon Beast! And it was every bit as awesome as we thought it’d be!!”

Juliana chimed in,

“Yeah, I think it finished off that entire hoard all by itself, it was unreal! I can’t believe we got to see that.”

Penny shook her head, returning her focus to her laptop.

“I’m not saying I’m unhappy it saved our butts out there, but you two are still crazy. That is not something I want to get near again, not by choice.”

“Honestly, I’m surprised you’re both not already back there trying to catch it,” Arven chuckled dryly. Nemona hesitated, looking thoughtful.

“Well . . . I dunno.”

They looked to her, waiting for her to continue. Eventually Nemona ventured,

“I kinda got the sense maybe the Beast was sorta . . . the guardian of the forest, in a way? He came in and saved us right when we needed it most. I don’t think he wants to hurt anyone, not really. Maybe he’s happy where he lives, and just wants to be left alone. Maybe . . .”

She smiled self-consciously,

“Maybe not every super strong pokemon needs to be caught?”

Arven’s phone made a little bleep and he checked it. Juliana could see the screen display:

carminesandiego: what the heck is this crap

Arven typed,

its the ursaluna we saw when we were camping in the timeless woods

carminesandiego: sure arven whatever you say

what? its true

carminesandiego: what did you do, strap a flashlight to your head and take a pic of yourself in the bathroom with the lights off

carminesandiego: cant see shit

“That’s actually a nice outlook, Nemona,” Penny said with a smile,

“So I take it once you guys find the cell phones you’ll be leaving right away then?”

“Oh no, we’re still gonna try to find one of those ghost wolves to catch.”

Dismayed, Penny stared at them.

“What happened to letting sleeping dogs lie?”

Nemona shrugged, “I dunno. Those things were freaky, I gotta learn more about them.”

When Juliana and Nemona later returned to the Timeless Woods, they were able to recover their phones and a few other odds and ins that had been missing. They combed the forest thoroughly, searching for the strange tar pools they had seen a few nights ago. They also went back to the cave where Ogerpon had discovered the original tar pool.

However, all signs of the tar pools and the ghostly wolves had vanished . . . without a trace.

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Bonus Content: Official Stats Sheet

Name: Oozing Bones - Ghost/Ground (Past Paradox Houndstone)

Abilities: Liquid Ooze/Sticky Hold/Prankster (Hidden)

Appearance:

(Dire Form) - A ghostly wolf (based on a Dire Wolf, Aenocyon dirus), around the size of a Mabosstiff. Its fur is pitch black, oily, and drips in some places. In a few spots, there are bare patches that expose bone beneath, including on the tail, by the ribs, and a leg. Its eyes are open eye sockets that are empty, but a flickering, ghostly purple light is inside them to act as pupils. It has very large fangs.

(Desiccated Form) - Mostly a bare skeleton of a wolf, dripping in dark, sticky tar in many places. Its eyes still have the purple light.

Shiny Colors: Dark purple fur with orange lights for eyes

Stats:

Dire Form: HP (72), Attack (111), Defense (95), Spec Attack (55), Spec Defense (122), Speed (45), 500 total

Desiccated Form: HP (72), Attack (130), Defense (37), Spec Attack (120), Spec Defense (122), Speed (19), 500 total

Learnset:

Start Moves: Lick, Tail Whip, Smog, Sand Attack, Destiny Bond

Lvl 1: Tackle, Growl, Tar Shot

Lvl 4: Mud Slap

Lvl 8: Bite

Lvl 13: Howl

Lvl 16: Curse

Lvl 20: Dig

Lvl 25: Sand Tomb

Lvl 28: Crunch

Lvl 32: Echoed Voice

Lvl 37: Shadow Bone

Lvl 40: Shadow Sneak

Lvl 44: Toxic

Lvl 49: Phantom Force

Lvl 52: Spikes

Lvl 56: Bonemerang

Evolution: Tar Ooze (Signature Move, changes forms between Dire and Desiccated, also drops foe’s speed 1 stage, Basepower 10/Ground move)

TM Movepool:

Mud Slap, Scary Face, Protect, Mud Shot, Confuse Ray, Bulldoze, Hex, Snarl, Night Shade, Endure, Sandstorm, Sand Tomb, Dig, Sleep Talk, Rest, Stomping Tantrum, Sludge Bomb, Shadow Ball, Substitute, Crunch, Phantom Force, Earth Power, Will-o-Wisp, Sand Tomb, Toxic, Spikes, Roar, Poltergeist, Toxic Spikes, Venoshock, Acid Spray, Fling, Rock Blast, Taunt, Imprison, Leech Life, Stealth Rock, Fire Spin, Fire Fang, Tera Blast

#pokemon #pokemon s/v #pokemon scarlet/violet #the teal mask #kitakami #julinemo #terajules #nemona #juliana #arven #penny #julinemo fanfic

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seeinghcsts · 6 months ago

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closed starter: @paradislost !! location: thomas's place

it felt so . . . odd. almost foreign, to have eliza sitting on his couch. so foreign that he almost feared if he joined her on the worn fabric, she'd disappear up with the puff of dust that'd likely rise from the cushions. the place was worn down, well-lived in, but . . . it was entirely thomas. photography prints hung from clotheslines across the living room, old records neatly organized on a shelf with a vintage record player sat open atop it, lacrosse equipment stationed by the front door with flannels, jean jackets, and hoodies tossed like throw blankets on just about every surface there was. he moved into the kitchen nursing a bottle of whiskey and two glasses, the ice balls he had placed in them clinking on the walls as he cleared his throat, tamed curls visible over the sofa she was lounged upon. clearing his throat, he opted to sit on the arm chair, setting down the vice and the glassware on the coffee table. ❛ not sure if you still drink it but uh, got the bottle for us a while back for whenever you decided to grace this shithole town with your presence again, ❜ thomas laughed, brushing a hand through his hair whilst the other gestured vaguely to what he had brought over from the kitchen.

#& 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 : T. ORTESKY #𝐭. 𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐲 : ELIZA

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she-karev · 3 months ago

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First Day Back (Japril Imagine)

Previous Part Here

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: Four of Five

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Ship: Jackson Avery x April Kepner

Trigger Warning: Elements of human trafficking

Human Trafficking Resources: https://humantraffickinghotline.org/en, https://www.dhs.gov/blue-campaign/what-human-trafficking,

Canon Episode: Season 17 Episode 6

Summary: After getting Jada’s mom out of jail Jackson talks to Alex in the lounge about April, seeking his advice on his conflicting feelings toward April.

Words: 1070

April 29th, 2020

“So, both girls are responding well to the oxygen.” Alex explains to Shanice and Jada who are being comforted by Sharon, “As long as the next X-rays are looking good, you can all be discharged tomorrow.”

Jackson enters the room with Jada’s mom, Joyce. Jada gasps at the surprise and hugs her mom in tears who immediately runs to her in joy. Jackson and Alex look on in triumph over this night ending better than how it started. They walk out of the room to give the families a moment to themselves.

“You did this?” Alex asks Jackson as they walk out, “You got her out?”

“Money did this.” Jackson explains while they walk down the hall, “It's the only language this country understands. I need a break, you?”

“Yeah.” Alex responds in exhaustion, and they enter a doctor’s lounge sanitizing their hands before Alex takes his mask off and slumps on the couch rubbing his eyes, “This case man.”

“Yeah, you’re telling me.” Jackson makes them both a cup of coffee, “Did you see that video on the news of 19? The cops arrested them when they tried to stop them from arresting Joyce. I guess we’re not the only ones who suffered because of that soul depraved abomination and the rest of his disgusting cohorts.”

Alex groans at that, “I hope that cop gets his badge taken away from him. I mean who the hell arrests a mother after her kidnapped daughter was rescued? And they say we should feel safe around them.”

“It’s a cruel irony.” Jackson hands Alex a cup that he takes before sipping his dark roast, “I just hope those girls are gonna be okay.”

“Me too.” Alex sips his cup, “How’s Kepner holding up? I gotta say I didn’t think she could ever scare me but tonight she did.”

“Yeah, she scared me too.” Jackson sits in a chair six feet away from his friend, “She’s in the pit right now, Hunt is busy with Satan so she’s helping out.”

“I couldn’t help but notice you hovering over her like you used to when you were together.” Jackson narrows at that observation causing Alex to chuckle lightly, “Dude we all have eyes and frankly you two don’t hide it well or at all. Also, I saw you staring at her while she was walking away, if it was anyone else I would report them for stalking.”

“Okay thanks for that buddy.” Jackson retorts with a sarcastic grin.

“So what’s going on there? I could use a distraction even if it’s your messy love life, spill it.”

Jackson sighs before standing up and closing the door to avoid being a nurse’s topic tomorrow.

He sits back in his chair rubbing his chin, “We kissed two weeks ago.”

Alex chuckles to himself, “I knew it, it was only a matter of time before you guys cave. You live together, you’re raising a kid and dating is not an option now. I called it before Amber did, I don’t care what she says.”

“Yeah, but the things is…” Jackson tries to find the words to explain, “My best friend was in quarantine along with a good friend of ours who is in the ICU.”

Alex nods solemnly at the reminder of Meredith, “April has been great during that time, she has. She let me cry on her shoulder, she told me everything was gonna be okay and I was grateful for that. If it wasn’t for her, I would have been a mess…and when she hugged me, I felt this need to kiss her. It was like I was back to when we were first married before everything fell apart. It was like we were together again.”

“But? I can see a but coming here.” Alex says knowing the up and down circuit of his friend’s relationship.

“But then she pulled back, and I remembered that we weren’t together. I remembered the pact we made when I asked April to move in and I was embarrassed. I was embarrassed that I would risk ruining the dynamic me and April were just starting to form again, and I apologized.”

Jackson sighs rubbing his head in turmoil, “I apologized, and she accepted and said she knew it was a reaction to everything that is going on right now and I tried to convince myself she was right. I tried to convince myself that I would feel differently once Amber and Meredith were better and I wouldn’t feel so sad and desperate for a distraction.”

Alex can see where this is headed before Jackson can elaborate further, “But you don’t feel different do you?”

“No, I don’t.” Jackson confirms with contention, “I still feel that pull that I did that night, and I don’t think it’s going away.”

“So don’t let it.” Alex states bluntly, “You love her, and she loves you just get back together and get it over with for all of our sakes.”

“I wish it was that simple.” Alex scoffs at that causing Jackson to explain, “Me and April it didn’t work before. We tried but we could never…we could never get our timing right, what makes this so different than five years ago?”

Alex sighs before leaning forward on his knees, “Look you and April were young when you got hitched. You two were never serious before then so of course the timing wasn’t right because you never really followed a normal path. But now you two are older, you’ve been with other people and went out in the world on your own paths until those paths crossed and you two started living together again.”

Jackson looks at his friend in thought as his advice starts to seep through, “I know there’s other stuff that got in the way of you two but maybe this time you two can do things differently and actually talk to each other instead of letting your problems ruin you. It took a long time for me and Jo to get to that stage and now we’re happy. I love her and she loves me and nothing in this world can tear us apart. The timing wasn’t right for you and April before but maybe this time it can be. The only question is, do you two want it to be?” Jackson looks on in thought at the question that he already knows the answer to.

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#greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #greysanatomy #greysanatomyedit #greysedit #greys anatomy imagine #jackson avery #april kepner #jesse williams #sarah drew #jackson x april #jackson and april #japril #stop human trafficking #headcanon #mine

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bbywhitefox123 · 23 days ago

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description: Essex in an ER nurse and Richard Madden needs his wound stitched.

warnings: cheating

Essex leaned against the marble bar, the hard, smooth surface cold against her bare arms, and let the thumping bass of the nightclub drown out the roar of her thoughts. All around her, bodies moved to the pulse of the music, but she couldn't shake the gnawing memory clawing its way to the surface.

She'd dragged her tired ass home that morning, practically dragging her feet, dead on her feet from a double shift that left her hollow inside. That little girl...fuck, she hadn't even been five years old. Essex had stood there, helpless as the flatline echoed through the sterile room. And now she just wanted one thing - Andrew. She needed him to hold her, to tell her everything would be okay, to breathe some goddamn life back into her.

But when she walked into their bedroom, the bed was empty. Sheets twisted in a mess of sweaty fabric, undone, like he'd just rolled out of it. The fuck? It was seven in the goddamn morning - Andrew never got up this early unless he was dragged by the hair.

She heard the shower running from their en suite. A bitter smile tugged at her lips. "You, showering this early? Fuck me, maybe the world is ending," she called out as she leaned against the doorframe.

But there was no answer. And then, she heard it-Andrew's voice.

From behind her.

Essex had spun around so fast she nearly tripped over her own feet. There he was, standing in the doorway of the bedroom, holding a tray with breakfast. A smug grin plastered on his face like he hadn't just ripped the fucking floor from under her.

Her breath hitched as she whipped back to the bathroom. And that's when she saw her - a woman, dripping wet, stepping out of the shower like she fucking belonged there. Her face flushed, her dark hair stuck to her shoulders like some goddamn soft-core porno star. Her hair smelling of Essex’s new vanilla shampoo, and Essex’s soft towel wrapped around her lean body.

"You sick fuck," Essex hissed. The fury ripped through her, white hot. She barely remembered crossing the room, barely felt the sting of hot coffee splashing over her hand as she hurled the tray of breakfast straight at Andrew's chest.

Andrew had stammered out something, trying to backtrack, to gaslight her, as if there wasn't a naked woman right behind her, scrambling to cover herself with the towel. "Babe, it's not what it looks like—"

"Shut the fuck up!" Essex screamed. Her voice had been raw, brutal. She'd snapped. Chasing him around the house like a goddamn lunatic, plates smashing, her anger tearing through every fucking inch of her. The woman had tried to sneak out - god, the nerve of her. Essex had grabbed her by the hair and dragged her sorry ass out the front door, naked as the day she was born. She didn't give a shit who saw.

She caught her reflection in the mirrored walls of the nightclub now, her eyes hard, lips pulled tight in a sneer. No wonder Liam had told her not to come tonight. She'd debated it herself. Staying away would've been smarter - less messy. She wasn't sure what the fuck she was doing here anyway.

But she was here now, and there was no turning back.

She caught the eye of the bouncer guarding the entrance to the VIP section. The guy looked her up and down like she was another drunk chick trying to sneak her way in. Her lips twitched.

"I'm with Liam Keller," she said, her voice biting and sharp, daring him to challenge her. The bouncer's demeanor changed immediately, stepping aside with a nod.

As Essex walked past, she forced herself to think about anything other than that night. But it didn't work. She could still feel the rage simmering under her skin. Still taste the satisfaction of that door slamming shut behind the naked woman she'd thrown out like yesterday's trash.

She shook off the memory as she entered the dimly lit VIP lounge. Screw Andrew. Screw everything that had led her here. Tonight was for Liam. Maybe not the smartest choice, but fuck it. She wasn't here to make good decisions anymore.

Essex squared her shoulders as she entered the VIP section, the lights softer here but still pulsing with that nightclub energy that made everything feel charged. She spotted Liam near the back, surrounded by a cluster of people, his face bright with that easy, carefree grin he always wore. He looked good — better than good, actually, and for a second, she wondered why she'd even considered skipping this night.

She strutted over, her heels clicking on the floor, and as soon as Liam spotted her, his face lit up even more.

"Look who finally decided to show up," he said, opening his arms wide.

Essex smirked and rolled her eyes as she closed the distance between them. "Couldn't miss the chance to see you freak out about turning ancient," she teased, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "How's it feel, old man?"

"Ancient? I'm in my prime, baby." Liam laughed, his arm sliding around her waist for a half-second before he released her. "Thanks for coming, Essex. Thought you might ghost."

She shrugged, her eyes scanning the crowd around him. "I thought about it."

He smirked, but before he could respond, a familiar face caught her attention. Her old friends—people she'd left behind when she'd cut Andrew out of her life. They saw her too, a moment of surprise flashing across their faces before warm smiles replaced it.

"Essex! Oh my god, is that you?" one of them squealed, rushing toward her. It was Zara—God, she hadn't seen her in ages. They'd been close once, but after things went to shit with Andrew, Essex had disappeared without a word.

"Hey, Zara," Essex said, forcing a grin as she hugged her. The others followed, all chattering and throwing arms around her like nothing had changed.

"You've been a ghost!" Zara accused, half-laughing, half-pouting. "We missed you. You just...vanished."

Essex gave a noncommittal shrug, her lips twitching into a forced smile. "Yeah, well...life's a bitch." She gave them a pointed look. "You know how it goes."

They nodded, sympathy in their eyes, but the small talk buzzed on, and Essex let herself fall into it for a few moments. It was easier to pretend, to act like everything was fine, than to face the mess of emotions brewing beneath her skin.

But then, from the corner of her eye, she saw him—Andrew. That familiar swagger in his step, that smarmy fucking grin on his face as he approached. He opened his arms wide as if expecting a hug, his eyes gleaming like he still had some kind of hold on her. Like she would just fall back into him, forget everything that had happened.

"Essex," he said, all too cheerfully, stepping closer. "You look—"

She didn't even let him finish. Without missing a beat, Essex brushed right past him, her shoulder deliberately bumping into his chest as she made a beeline for the bar. She heard his footsteps falter behind her, could feel his confusion lingering in the air, but she didn't care. Fuck him. He wasn't worth the breath it would take to acknowledge him.

The bartender gave her a knowing look as she leaned against the counter. "Vodka. Double," she snapped. She needed to drown everything in her head—the memories, the regret, the anger. She couldn't do this sober. Not with him here, not with everything inside her screaming to explode again.

The glass appeared in front of her, and she didn't waste a second before throwing back the first shot, the burn sliding down her throat like an old, familiar friend. It wasn't enough, though. She needed more.

Another drink appeared, and this time she sipped slower, letting the alcohol seep into her bloodstream, trying to take the edge off. She could feel her old friends watching her from a distance, whispering among themselves, probably trying to figure out what the hell had happened between her and Andrew. She could feel Andrew, too, lurking nearby like some fucking vulture, just waiting for his chance to pounce.

She didn't give a shit. She was here for Liam, for a night of drowning out everything in her mind, not to play nice with her ex.

She downed the second drink, ignoring the voice in the back of her head telling her she had work tomorrow. She didn't give a fuck about that either.

Essex could feel the vodka hitting her bloodstream, dulling her edges, and pulling her deeper into the swirling madness of the nightclub. After downing two more drinks, she found herself pulled onto the dance floor, bodies grinding, the music pounding too loud to think straight. She wasn't even sure how it had happened - one second she was at the bar, the next she was pressed up against Liam's chest, his hands roaming a little too freely down her back, tugging her closer than she wanted to be.

Her arms were loose around his neck, and her body moved on autopilot. But her mind...her mind was fucking screaming. The longer she stayed here, the more the haze in her brain cleared, the more she saw just how screwed up this entire scene really was.

Zara, with that plastic smile plastered across her face, had waved her over earlier, all bubbly and fake as fuck. But Essex had caught the way Zara leaned into another friend's ear when she thought Essex wasn't looking, whispering something that had them both giggling like fucking teenagers. Something about how Essex had "disappeared" because she couldn't handle Andrew's wandering dick.

Essex clenched her teeth as she pushed harder against Liam, using the rhythm of the music to drown out her fury. Zara wasn't worth it. Not tonight.

But it got worse. Every time she glanced over at Andrew, there he was, laughing with some girl who was giggling way too fucking much at whatever dumb shit he was saying. His hand was on her thigh now, edging higher, and Essex felt a surge of bile rise in her throat. She had once been that girl. She had once been the one laughing at his shitty jokes, thinking she was special. She was sick of it, sick of all of them.

Liam's hands slid lower, brushing the curve of her ass, and she shoved him back instinctively, just enough to send the message.

He gave her a cocky grin. "What's the matter, babe? Thought you liked a bit of fun." His fingers brushed the waistband of her skirt again, trying to reel her back in.

She narrowed her eyes, her voice sharp. "Keep your hands where they fucking belong, Liam."

He laughed, but his hands didn't move for a second. "Relax, Essex. You're just wound up. Come on...we can pick up where we left off." He leaned in close, his breath hot against her neck. "You know you missed me."

Essex shoved him harder this time, breaking free of his grasp. "I didn't miss shit," she snapped. "Keep dreaming, though."

She turned away from him, her eyes scanning the crowd. She felt trapped - by the sweat, the bodies, the bullshit games everyone was playing. It was like she'd fallen back into a cesspool of all the reasons she'd walked away. Zara, gossiping behind her back. Andrew, still a snake, flirting with anything that had legs. And Liam, always thinking he could fuck his way into her life like nothing had changed.

The realization slammed into her like a punch to the gut - this was why she'd cut all these people off. This was why she'd distanced herself. They were toxic, selfish, and nothing had changed. If anything, they were worse now.

She needed out. Fast.

Essex made a beeline for the edge of the dance floor, weaving through the grinding bodies and flashing lights, barely muttering apologies when she bumped into someone. She needed air. Space. Fuck, she needed a fucking cigarette or a stiff drink - or both.

As she reached the exit to the VIP section, she heard Andrew's voice behind her. "Essex, wait—"

She didn't wait. She didn't even slow down. She didn't have the energy for his bullshit tonight, not when everything inside her was screaming for an escape.

But Andrew, stubborn as ever, caught up with her. "Hey, I'm talking to you," he said, grabbing her arm, a sliver of anger in his voice now. "What the hell's going on? You've been weird all night."

Essex yanked her arm free, spinning to face him. Her blood was boiling, and she was done holding back. "What's going on?" she spat. "Are you fucking serious? Look around, Andrew. You're still the same goddamn asshole you were when I left. Flirting with anything that moves. Acting like you're the king of this fucked-up little group."

Andrew's smirk faded, his brow furrowing. "Come on, don't be like that. You know how it is. It's just-"

"No, Andrew. I know exactly how it is,"

Essex cut him off. "That's the problem. I fucking know you. I know all of you. And I'm not playing this game again." She took a step back, her eyes blazing with anger. "So fuck you. Fuck Liam. Fuck Zara. I'm done."

Andrew opened his mouth to say something, but Essex didn't care. She turned on her heel and stormed toward the bar again. She needed to get drunk. Like, really fucking drunk. More than she already was. Because if she stayed sober, she knew she'd end up making some fucked-up decisions - decisions she might not be able to take back.

And right now? She didn't give a single fuck.

And she drank for that. She drank for not giving a single fuck. She drank so much that her throat was still burning even when she went outside the ridiculously priced nightclub. The cold London air did nothing to sober Essex up. She sat on the grimy pavement, legs sprawled out in front of her, a bottle in hand, laughing bitterly at the mess of her life. Her throat burned from all the vodka, and tears stung her eyes as memories surged—Andrew, that cheating prick, Liam, the disloyal bastard. All of it hit her like a punch to the gut, and the absurdity of it all made her laugh again, wild and broken.

Her laughter abruptly stopped when she heard a rich, familiar voice cut through the night.

"If it isn't Essex from London," Richard Madden drawled, his voice teasing but holding that touch of curiosity she remembered all too well.

Essex blinked and looked up, and there he was, standing over her with that cocky grin on his stupidly handsome face. She smirked through the haze of her drunkenness. "If it isn't Richard Madden from the ER," she shot back, her words slurring just a little.

Richard let out a low laugh, his eyes running over her with that irritating charm that always seemed to disarm people. His brows furrowed as he noticed her smudged makeup, her red, swollen upper lip like she'd been biting it raw to stop herself from crying. She didn't say anything about it. Why the hell should she? She didn't owe him an explanation.

"What's this, then?" Richard tilted his head, his smile fading as concern crept into his eyes. "Are you following me around, Essex?"

Essex barked a laugh, shaking her head at the ridiculousness of it. "That's the cops' job," she fired back, waving her bottle lazily in the air. "I believe you still haven't given them a statement."

Richard grinned wider, stepping closer. "Or maybe you're just a fangirl," he teased, his voice dropping lower as he looked at her, eyes gleaming with amusement. "You can admit it. Don't be ashamed."

Essex snorted, rolling her eyes. "Oh, please," she groaned, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Sign my tit! Have my babies!" She made a dramatic gesture of grabbing her chest, shoving it forward with a drunken grin. "Is that enough for you to leave me alone?"

Richard's laughter was deep and real this time, his shoulders shaking. He crouched down in front of her, his face inches away, eyes glinting with mischief. "You're absolutely mental," he said, shaking his head. But his gaze lingered on her lips, noticing how red they were. Essex could feel his eyes on her like a heatwave, and despite the night's cold air, her skin tingled.

"Don't flatter yourself," she shot back, but her voice wavered slightly. She swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of how close he was. His presence was overwhelming, the scent of his cologne filling her senses, mixing with the alcohol already buzzing through her veins.

Richard's eyes flicked down to her lips again, and she bit her swollen lip harder, trying to control herself. It was like he could see right through her, through the bravado and the sarcasm, and that pissed her off, made her want to push him away and pull him closer all at the same time.

"Sign your tit, huh?" Richard said, smirking as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her cheek. "Don't tempt me, love."

Essex scoffed, trying to laugh it off, but her heart hammered in her chest, her body betraying her. She shoved him back lightly, forcing some distance between them, trying to regain her composure. "Don't get any ideas," she said, her voice steadier this time. "You're not that special."

But the heat between them was undeniable, and as she stared into his eyes, she could feel the pull. Richard wasn't moving away either, his gaze fixed on hers, and for a split second, everything else fell away—the shitty night, the memories of Andrew, Liam, all the bullshit.

It was just him. And her. And the charged air between them.

"Come on, Essex," Richard murmured, his voice low and teasing, but with an edge of something darker, something real. "You've had a rough night. Maybe what you need is a distraction."

Essex arched a brow, her lips quirking up into a smirk. "And you think you're that distraction, do you?"

Richard's eyes sparkled with a challenge, his lips curling into a confident grin. "I'm a damn good one."

Essex laughed at that, loud and genuine, pushing him back again with a bit more force this time. "You wish, Madden," she said, her voice a little steadier now, though her heart was still racing. She stood up on wobbly legs, brushing herself off, and gave him a pointed look. "Not tonight."

Richard stood up beside her, watching her carefully, but there was no disappointment in his eyes—just that same amusement, like he was enjoying the game they were playing. "Suit yourself," he said with a shrug, though his grin told her this wasn't the end of it. Not by a long shot.

As Essex turned to walk away, she could still feel his eyes on her, burning into her back. The night wasn't over yet, and something told her that this encounter with Richard wasn't either.

But right now, all she needed was to put one foot in front of the other and get the hell out of here before she did something stupid. Something she couldn't take back.

Not tonight.

Essex staggered back into the club, the loud thrum of the music immediately hitting her like a wall. She should've called a cab, gone home, curled up in bed, and tried to get at least a few hours of sleep before her morning shift. But the idea of facing her empty apartment right now felt worse than staying in this chaotic mess of a night.

She wobbled up to the bar and dropped the half-empty bottle of vodka onto the counter with a clink. The bartender—an attractive guy with an easy smile—raised an eyebrow at her.

"I'm returning this," she said, voice slightly slurred. "You know, like in Lidl or Aldi with the beer bottles? Do I get a discount?"

The bartender chuckled, shaking his head. "I wasn't supposed to give you that bottle in the first place," he said, his tone playful.

"Well, you did," Essex said, smiling back at him. "So, now I want my refund."

He leaned in a little, still grinning. "I can't give you a refund, but how about another drink on the house?"

Essex laughed, her mood lifting just slightly. "Fine," she said, shrugging. "But make it strong."

The bartender winked and slid a cocktail her way, something fruity with a lot of alcohol. She grabbed the glass and took a long sip, savoring the burn as it went down.

"You come here often?" the bartender asked, his tone flirty now.

"Only when I'm not busy saving lives," Essex replied, deadpan. She didn't have the energy for anything more tonight, not even banter.

Still, the drink did its job. Essex slid off the barstool, tossing a quick "Thanks" over her shoulder, and made her way back to the dancefloor.

The pulsing lights and the beat of the music felt like a reprieve from her thoughts. The drink in her hand, she let herself melt into the crowd, the bodies pressing in on all sides, the bass thudding through her chest. Dancing seemed easier than thinking, easier than feeling. She closed her eyes and let the rhythm take over, losing herself in the noise, in the haze of alcohol and sweat and bodies moving around her.

She didn't care that she had work tomorrow. She didn't care about the shitty night she'd had or the hangover she'd regret in the morning. Right now, all that mattered was the music, the heat, and the oblivion she was chasing one drink at a time.

Essex's head was swimming, but the club was pulling her deeper into its wild, intoxicating embrace. The guy she had been dancing with - some tall, well-dressed bloke with a sharp jawline and a grin that promised trouble - had leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "Come with me."

She didn't hesitate, not in the state she was in. One drink had turned into five, and her judgment was more than a little clouded. She let him guide her through the crowd, their bodies brushing as they moved, and she found herself stumbling into a VIP lounge she hadn't noticed earlier. This place was far more upscale than the area Liam had rented for his birthday. Velvet ropes, leather seats, a few private booths tucked into the back. It screamed luxury. And money. A lot of it.

Essex leaned in closer to the guy, smirking. "So, what do you do again?" she asked, her voice a little playful, a little slurred.

He laughed, a deep, throaty sound that vibrated through her bones. "I'm a director," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"A director, huh?" Essex repeated, half mocking, half intrigued. "Of what? Porn?"

He chuckled again, clearly enjoying her cheekiness. "Nah, love. Movies. But who knows, maybe one day."

Essex rolled her eyes, though she smiled back at him. He led her to a booth in the far back, the plush seats sinking under them as they sat down.

<- Chapter 2 Chapter 4->

#richard madden fanfic #richard madden x nurse #richard madden #richard madden smut #wattpad #fanfiction

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There were only a few hours left in the day and until Luis Kōkyū's birthday was over. Speaking of, the said birthday man was lounging in his living room nursing a glass of wine, relaxing in for what felt like forever. He had to admit, even through he would've wanted to work at his restaurant, it did feel nice to take a load off once in a while.

The sound of the doorbell knocked him out of his relaxed stupor and the tall man sighed, it was no doubt another present from someone from the other Divisions. It was a bit surprising that so many people were that considerate of him, either that or they were just trying to get on his good side which made him roll his eyes but he still got up from his seat and walked over to the door.

Sitting pretty outside were a group of presents, all wrapped in Pink wrapping paper and of course, addressed to him. Shrugging, Luis took all three gifts and brought them back inside, closing the door and set them on the coffee table. Grabbing one of them, he unwrapped the paper which revealed...

A beautifully made painting of a location in the Mexican Countryside, it was so expertly detailed that Luis could almost feel himself in the place the painting was depicting. He blinked a few times to snap himself out of it before noticing that a letter was attached to it. Plucking it off, he read the letter.

'Happy Birthday, Kōkyū-san.

I hope you enjoyed the painting, it took me a while to finish but it was worth it. It was nice learning about Mexican culture and locations, I hope I did it justice. Also thank you for the delicious cakes you gave me through the years.

- Kureha Koizumi'

The second gift revealed to be an intricately made and beautiful lighter and a pack of cigarettes. Like the painting, this one also came with a letter.

'Happy Birthday to my favorite chef!

Seriously though, a very happy birthday to you, my dear Luis! Hope you're enjoying yourself because you deserved to be celebrated! Anyways, I figured you already got a bunch of extravagant gifts so I'll keep mine short and sweet. Knowing you, I'm sure you'll make good use of it.

Until next time! <3

- Lola Takahashi'

The last gift revealed to be a pack of colorful fiesta decorated cupcakes and much like the other two gifts, this one as well had a letter attached to it.

'A most joyous birthday to you, Kōkyū-san!

I hope your birthday is filled with nothing but love and happiness! Speaking of, I hope you enjoy these cupcakes I made, Kureha helped me with the design! I know they're nothing compared to a talented chef like you but I do hope they made your day brighter.

Best wishes!

- Sayaka Miyuki'

Happy Birthday Luis! ❤

Looking at the cigarettes the model had sent him, Luis took one out of the pack and popped it in his mouth. Walking out to the backyard of his house, he picked up his new lighter and lit the nicotine stick, inhaling it into his mouth. He took a moment to sample the flavor, and soon gave a slight nod.

"Not the best I've ever had, but far from being the worst," he said as he took another puff. "Lola's got good taste."

Finishing the cigarette, he placed the rest in his back pocket, along with his lighter, and looked at picture Kureha had painted for him. It truly captured the spirit of Mexican culture. He knew that, like him, his abuela was going to enjoy seeing this around the house.

"One of these days, I'm going to plan a vacation for the two of us to head back to Mexico." he thought, as he finally found a good spot to place the painting. After a few minutes of making sure it was hanging straight and perpendicular on the wall, he took a few more minutes to stare at it.

"Maybe I should get Tomi to introduce Kureha to some clients." he thought. "I know more than a few people in this city who would pay to have some art like hers in their houses."

Thinking on it, the chef then headed to the kitchen and picked up one of the cupcakes that Sayaka had prepared for him. Heading back to his spot on the couch in the living room, he picked up the wine he was enjoying before. Taking a sip, he then bit into the cupcake, and gave a satisfied hum. He wasn't surprised that Sayaka's food was delicious. She was one of the few people in Japan, along with Kanra from Edogawa, that actually had any real talent at cooking. As he finished the sweet pastry treat, only one thought was in his mind.

"If only days like these could last forever..."

#hypmic #hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #luis kōkyū #happy birthday luis 2023 #saitama division #sayaka miyuki #lola takahashi #kureha koizumi #femme fatale

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tranquil-turbulence · 1 year ago

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SS Month ‘23 - Day 10

Day 9 | Day 10 | Day 11

Prompt: University

WARNING(S): N/A

Sakura heaved a weary sigh as she flopped into her office chair, the ratty old thing squeaking in protest at her sudden weight. A pile of papers hit the desk with a hearty smack, and she wheeled herself closer so that she could get a head start before the holidays started.

“Isn’t this the pits,” she groused to herself as she reached for her reading glasses. “I should be making rounds at the hospital and checking on my nursing students, not grading useless essays that they’ll never use. Damn education committee.”

Grabbing the first stapled bundle from the stack, she leaned back and peered at it through her lenses to begin reading.

As she went through, making notes here and giving feedback there, she mused to herself. With the first part of the year over, her students were no doubt eager to get back to their families and get their holidays started. That’s how it had been when she’d gotten into med school, at least; she was no starry-eyed first-year anymore, instead a thirty-five-year-old that somehow got herself roped into teaching for a year while her mentor ironed out some kinks in the hospital she primarily worked at.

“Just for a year,” Tsunade had said. “I’ll even pull some strings to give you a raise and three weeks’ worth of PTO if you can do this for me.”

And, well, who was she to refuse? Workaholic she may be, but even she wasn’t immune to unfortunate incidents and circumstances. Hell, she’d been schmoozing for a raise for three years now - there was no chance that she wasn’t going to take it when it was practically offered on a golden platter.

So here she sat, grumpily going through immaculate essays that would have no doubt earned them some praise if she knew it was going to mean something in their field. Something about extra credit work from the education committee - as if they all didn’t have enough on their plates yet.

Deep down, she did feel bad; several times some of her students had come to her office begging for some leniency as laptops broke, or printers jammed (that one she shared their frustrations with; it wasn’t just the lab printer that had been out of service that afternoon, but the staff one as well), or they had to miss days of class due to illness. It was right smack dab in the middle of flu season, for heaven’s sake. There was no way she was going to tell them to suck it up and risk the quality of their classwork. If there was one thing she prided herself on, it was being a little more lenient than her mentor, yet no less expectant of excellence.

As she got halfway through her fifth essay, there was a gentle rapping at her doorframe. She turned, an irritable look on her face, before she recognized the man standing there and her expression softened.

“Dr. Uchiha, hello,” she greeted as the dark-haired man strode into the office. Something smelled delicious - two to-go cups of coffee. “What brings you to my neck of the woods this afternoon?”

Uchiha Sasuke, the biochemistry professor, was only 8 months older and yet seemed years ahead. He was quiet, intense in the way he perceived and spoke. He rarely smiled, rarely permitted excuses, and yet here he was holding out a cup of coffee with two creams, one sugar, and a pump of caramel - exactly the way she liked it, with the barest of smiles threatening to spread across his lips.

“I figured you’d need the boost,” his deep voice intoned as she took the cup and set it down on the desk next to her textbooks. There was a twinge of something, something she couldn’t quite pinpoint. Maybe amusement?

“Well anything that has to do with caffeine is winning you brownie points right now.” Hesitantly, she took a sip of the hot liquid and hummed in delight. “This is from the staff lounge, right?”

“No, from Cuppa Joe’s.”

She stared at the taller man in astonishment as he took a seat across from her. “You serious? That’s off-campus. You didn’t have to…--”

One knowing look from him made her words die on her tongue, and she ducked her head in gratitude.

“It’s the end of the semester. Why not splurge a little?” He shrugged his shoulders loosely, taking a careful sip of his own. It was probably strong as hell; the one time she accidentally drank his order she nearly spat it back out on his brand new white button-up.

She let out a tired chortle and nodded. “I suppose so. Why the hell not.”

The two sat in silence as she returned to her grading. Despite the unfamiliarity that still hung between them, there was something comforting about his presence. It was ironic; one of the strictest teachers on campus was a comfort during one of the most stressful weeks of the year. Had things been slightly more calm, she might have laughed at the thought.

Sasuke sipped at his cup, head tilted down to look at his phone screen through his bangs. Soft taps and scribbling noises filled the little office.

Time seemed to slip by; by the time she had gone through her last one and placed them all in a pile for her TA to sort through later, her coffee cup was empty and Sasuke has resorted to reading one of the books in her personal collection. Her eyes crinkled into an amused smile as she caught the spine before he put it away - Jane Austen. She’d never pegged him for a fan of Pride and Prejudice.

“Are you heading out?” He inquired, smoothly rising from the chair as she did.

She hummed a reply, nodding her head as she picked up her jacket from the back of the office chair. “Yes. Are you finished for the day, Dr. Uchiha?”

“I suppose.” His dark eye studied her weary face for a moment before he fell in step behind her, following her out of the room.

She made sure to flick off the lights, bathing the room in the orange early-evening glow from outside. As soon as the door was locked she turned to him with a polite smile. “Thank you for accompanying me. You didn’t have to, but I’m glad you did.”

“It was nothing.” He dismissed it with a little wave of his hand. “Well, I have to get going. I trust you’ll get home safely?”

Sakura smiled, a pretty pink flush clouding her face. “Thank you for your concern. Yes, I’ll be safe.”

With another nod, he bid her a quiet goodbye and walked off down the hall. His shoulder-length dark hair swayed slightly behind him, and the last that she saw of her sullen colleague was a peculiarly-soft expression before he turned and disappeared around the corner.

#sasusaku month 2023 #university au #university professor au #eventual sasusaku

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dearamleo · 1 year ago

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New Fic! The Sinner’s Feast

Yes, I’m ignoring the fact that I have two other WIP that I have lost all passion for writing. Maybe writing something new will help with that. Who knows! Certainly not me!

Anyways- Sirius is in a criminal biker gang, Remus is the new surgeon in town, James is Sirius’s righthand man and Regulus is porn star! Also Teddy is there and they’re all wrapped around his tiny finger.

Chapter 1: Riding the Edge

Dropping the last file onto the stack, Remus groaned and peered down into his empty coffee cup. It was the last leg of his latest twelve hour shift and the caffeine was no longer keeping his eyes open like it had been six hours ago. Feeling a touch dramatic in his exhaustion, he leaned his head as far back against his chair as he could, limbs splayed out around his desk like some type of pathetic roadkill.

“Well, a good morning to you too, Doctor Lupin.”

Remus didn’t bother looking up. He knew the exact sarcastic look Lily was giving him, down to the arched auburn brow. “Is it?

“How much longer have you got left,” she asked, settling herself onto the corner of his desk.

“45 minutes. Just have to make it through this paperwork and then I can gorge myself on mac n cheese and fall blissfully asleep on my couch.”

Lily laughed at him. “Damn, that does sound good right about now.”

Finally Remus pulled himself together enough to look at her. “Did you not just get in, Evans?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t miss my own couch already. The Pediatric lounges just don't quite cut it.”

“Which is why you’re down here slumming it in my office?”

“Exactly,” she grinned. “Plus the Trauma nurses always make the best coffee. You shouldn’t even bother with defibrillators, just pour a bit of this down the patients’ throats and it would wake the dead.”

Remus snorted, looking mournfully at his empty cup again to find it had been replaced with a full and steaming one. He grinned at her, swiping it up and drinking deeply. “Hopefully it’ll get me through this last bit here then. I had to perform two appendicectomies today. I am praying that the rest of Godric’s Hollow’s appendixes hold themselves together for the remainder of the afternoon.”

Lily shrugged. “Seems like it’s going to be a quiet day-”

“ Nooooo ,” Remus groaned out at the same time that the hallway doors burst open. Several of the nurses were rushing by with a gurney already saturated in an alarming amount of blood and the man on top of it cursing loudly in pain. Remus gulped down the remainder of the coffee and glared at Lily as he stood. “Damn you, Lily Evans. You just had to say that!”

“Sorry,” she called after him.

He swung on his lab coat as he jogged after the nurses who were heading straight for the surgery.

“James Potter, male, 29 years old,” one of the nurses informed him. “Stab wound to the lower abdomen, several abrasions to the face, and a broken nose.”

“Hate to see the other guy,” Remus said offhandedly, leaning over the man to try and assess the situation.

“Don’t worry, I won him over with my charm,” the man grumbled before promptly passing out.

“Let’s get him straight into the OR,” Remus barked, all thoughts of couches and cheesy noodles pushed from his mind in the face of emergency.

The surgery had been relatively easy considering the commotion that had preceded it. The man, Potter, was lucky the stab wound had been a few centimeters too shallow to cause any significant damage and Remus had been able to repair it in decent time. He was definitely going to be late for mac and cheese night, though.

Checking that the charts were all accurate for Mr. Potter’s dosages and recovery instructions, Remus was practically swaying on his feet. He knew that he oftentimes pushed himself too far, straddling that line between a healthy work life and being a raging workaholic. But medicine was important to him, ensuring his patients were properly cared for was important to him. As he settled the charts back onto the end of the bed, the man in it finally seemed to be stirring out of the anesthesia. Remus waited patiently for him to open his eyes, which he eventually did but only just. It took Remus a moment to realize that the blurry, confused look on Mr. Potter’s face was less a result of the anesthesia and more because he seemed to be nearly blind without his glasses.

Remus quickly moved to his bedside, plucking the pair of square frames that had been left there and placing them on Mr. Potter’s face for him. Hazel eyes blinked a few more times, now aided by the lenses and seemed to finally take in his surroundings.

“Good morning, Mr. Potter. My name is Doctor Remus Lupin. Do you know where you are?”

Mr. Potter smiled, still a bit dopey. “‘Course I do, Doc. Been here enough times to know what a hospital room looks like.”

Remus furrowed his brow in concern. “Do you make a habit of encountering life threatening injuries, Mr. Potter?”

“Ew. Please stop. Call me James, or Prongs- that’s what my friends call me. And we should be friends seeing as how you’ve been all up in my insides and whatnot.”

“Alright,” Remus answered, stifling a chuckle. It was not proper bedside manner to laugh at highly medicated patients. “James, do you know what has led you to be in the hospital today?”

“Sure,” he said, his hand running through unbelievably messy hair. “Didn’t quite see eye to eye with a colleague.”

Remus couldn’t help the aghast look on his face now. “You were stabbed .”

“Oh, you know,” James said, brushing off the statement. “Just a simple misunderstanding.”

Remus folded his arms and looked down at James. “I also happened to notice that most of the blood you were soaked in likely wasn’t from just yourself.”

“What’s a bit of blood between friends, eh?”

Remus opened his mouth to try and make his point- honestly, who acted so casually about being stabbed in the stomach, when the door of the room snapped open.

“Potter!”

Remus nearly jumped out of his skin at the sharp tone, turning to see a startlingly attractive man standing in the doorway. Or, he would likely notice how attractive he was if Remus didn’t feel immediately like cowering under the harsh, authoritative glare the man gave off. He wasn’t particularly tall and could be described as almost waifish. His black hair was short with soft waves that were in stark contrast to his pale skin. He was also wearing a barely there cropped shirt that said ‘Nepo Baby’ on it and jeans so low that the thin straps of his underwear were exposed and hitched up over his sharp hip bones.

Despite all that, Remus immediately understood that this man was not someone to be fucked with judging by his forbodding presence that felt as deadly as the stab wound he’d just fixed.

Seemingly still unaware of Remus’s presence, the man stalked into the room, his sight set on James. Remus almost felt like he should perhaps step in, based on the volatile atmosphere the newcomer brought. “What the fuck did you do now, you absolute jackass?!”

Surprisingly, James seemed to melt at the other man’s words, his dopey grin only lighting up further as he reached out with grabby hands like a toddler. “Baby! There you are! The only medicine I need!”

The man sighed deeply, his fingers moving to pinch at the bridge of his nose. “James Fleamont Potter, I swear to god-”

“Excuse me,” Remus said, clearing his throat a bit.

The man looked up at him, dark blue eyes outlined in exaggerated white eyeliner. “What are we looking at this time, doctor?”

Tucking his hands into his coat pockets, Remus looked between the two. “Sorry, are you family of the patient?”

The man rolled his eyes as James reached forward again, his movements still slightly wobbly, and grabbed the other’s hand. “Yes, I’m Regulus Black. James is my husband.”

“Ah, right, apologies. Well, Mr. Black, Mr. Potter here- sorry, James ,” he corrected at James’s squawk of protest. “ James sustained a wound to his lower right abdominal area. It was shallow enough that the instrument used didn’t perforate or puncture anything vital. We were able to go in and repair the damage. He’ll need to stay for a few nights for observation, but then he will be able to return home. He’ll need to limit most activity to avoid tearing the stitches- no heavy lifting, no exercise and no sexual activity for at least a couple weeks. You’ll also need to keep an-”

“An eye out for infection,” Regulus interrupted. “Yes, I know.”

In his sleep deprived state, Remus couldn’t help the curiosity that slipped through. “You both seem to be quite accustomed to trauma care and hospital visits.”

Regulus peered at him from the corner of his eye, his face giving nothing away. “Perhaps so. If you are new to Godric’s Hollow, I’m sure you will become fairly acquainted with a good portion of us in no time.”

“Baby, you should’ve seen me,” James babbled, pulling Regulus’ attention again. “I was all wa-bam-bam and then Wormtail was all ‘ ahhhhh ’ and then the cops-”

“Yes, yes, Jamie,” Regulus cut in quickly, eyes darting to Remus. “You can tell me all about it later, but now- sleep . Right, Doc?”

Remus shook himself out of his drowsy stupor, barely hearing anything the two men were saying to truly care one way or another. “Yes, plenty of rest, James. I will be back in the morning to check in on you. If you have any questions or need assistance, just let one of our nurses know.”

“You’re aces, doc,” James grumbled, apparently already halfway asleep, still clinging to his husband.

Regulus nodded to Remus as he took a seat on the bed, which Remus returned as he finished the last of his checks and the evening nurses came in to take over.

Around thirty minutes later, Remus finally forced himself to gather the last of his things and start for a hasty retreat out of the hospital. Molly Weasley was sitting at the main desk in the nurses station, her bright orange hair poofy and teased in a style straight from the 80s.

“Doctor Lupin,” she chirped. “Thought you would be gone by now!”

“Sh,” Remus said, holding a finger to his lips. “Please, I don’t want anyone else to know that I’m still here. I am on my way out now- my couch eagerly demands my return home.”

“Remus, you need yourself a woman to go home to, not an empty house and couch! Now, I’ve been talking you up with that cute new nurse in-”

Sighing heavily, Remus rubbed his eyes. “Molly, I’m sure she’s lovely but as I’ve said, I’m not in the market right now. I’m still trying to settle into a new town and job. That’s enough for now. Will you make sure to keep an eye on the patient in room 13? Page me if anything urgent arises?”

“Yes, I’m sure that patient will be giving us all sorts of trouble.”

Remus only replied with a raise of his brow in question as he picked up his stack of folders from the desk.

“That Hallow ,” she stage-whispered like the word was dirty.

“What the hell is a Hallow?”

“You have a lot to learn about this town, Doctor Lupin. The Potter boy, he’s part of that degenerate biker gang. Call themselves the Deathly Hallows. A bunch of violent criminals on death contraptions,” she finished with a haughty sniff.

“Motorcycle gang,” Remus repeated, bemused. “Godric’s Hollow doesn’t seem particularly rife with crime, it’s part of the reason I chose this town.”

“Yes, yes, the town likes to believe them to be some sort of vigilante bodyguards protecting us from a ‘greater’ evil. They keep all of their illicit behaviors outside of the town borders and keep the other criminal types from coming in and then they think they deserve some sort of medal for it.”

Remus refrained from rolling his eyes. “And we’re talking about James? James Potter? The one who just spent about fifteen minutes waxing poetic about the wide variety of oranges there are in the world? Only stopping so he could show each of the nurses how pretty his husband is?”

“Husband,” she huffed. “Don’t even get me started on that husband of his-“

“Nurse Weasley, will you please keep me up to date on any medical reports for Mr. Potter I may need to be informed of?”

Molly crossed her arms disapprovingly. “The nurses will page you for any emergencies. Have a good evening, Dr. Lupin.”

“Thank you,” he said, tapping the files against the desk and heading to the main doors.

Despite being far past dead on his feet, Remus jogged up the front path to his neighbors’ house eagerly. When he had first moved in, he had only been in Godric’s Hollow for a few hours before he had befriended the lovely older couple next door. The two women brought over enough food to feed him for a week. Minerva and Poppy had heard they would be living next door to the new town surgeon and bachelor, only to be surprised when Remus had answered the front door with a bubbly, enthusiastic four year old at his heels.

The two women had taken to Teddy instantly, just as most people who encountered his little boy did. He was every bit of good in Remus’s world and he brought a little bit of that light to everyone he met. Since meeting the pair, they had been Remus’s lifesavers when it came to offering to watch Teddy during his long and sometimes last minute shifts at the hospital. Not having to send Teddy to a daycare had been a massive relief to Remus, who’s overprotective anxieties preferred to keep his son’s existence quiet in the new town.

He knocked twice on the door before letting himself in, Poppy always admonishing him for not treating the home as an extension of his own. The little cottage style house was warm and bright, filled with plants and books and the smell of something savory in the air. Hearing chatter coming from the kitchen, Remus made his way through the living room to where Teddy was standing on one of the dining room chairs, his curly hair dusted with flour.

“Daddy!” The little boy flung himself off the chair, nearly tumbling to the ground in his haste to get to Remus.

Holding out his arms wide, Remus crouched down to catch him and squeeze him tightly. “Ooh, I missed you, Teddy Bear.”

“We learned about pasta today, Daddy! I made rabbit-oly.”

“ Ravioli , Edward, ravioli,” Poppy said with a smile. She held out a reheatable tin that was likely brimming with whatever delicious dinner she had prepared. Yet another life saver for Remus, who for the last several years had been sustaining himself and his son on takeaways. “He was a darling all day, as always.”

Standing back up with Teddy perched on his hip, Remus accepted the dish sheepishly. “Thank you for keeping him longer, Poppy. Truly. An emergency came in-”

“Ah,” she waved off. “It was no trouble at all. Our nest could always use a bit of this little sunshine.”

“Minerva still at the school?”

“Yes, I don’t think she’s relinquishing her reins on the queer alliance club quite as well as she had thought.”

Remus chuckled. “You know, most people are excited to retire.”

”Alas, she’s never been most people. No matter how much she grumbles and huffs about those kids, she loves them dearly. She’s having a hard time letting them go. But if that isn’t what I just love about her.”

“She’s a formidable woman, that’s for certain,” Remus said. Teddy began to wiggle a bit in his arms, clearly growing impatient with the adult conversation. “Alright, Teddy, are you ready to go home?”

”Can we watch Narnia?”

”Sure we can, buddy, but first I think my little flour monster could use a bath, huh,” he said, nuzzling his nose into Teddy’s messy hair, making the boy giggle. “Say bye-bye to Poppy.”

Teddy reached out his arms towards the woman, who hugged him back with a quick kiss to his temple. “You be good for your daddy, Edward. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye, Miss Poppy!”

”Thanks again and tell Minerva I said hello,” Remus said with another smile to the woman. “We’ll see you in the morning.”

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That One Time I Got Kidnapped By An Evil Vampire Lord Ch. 5

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57838303/chapters/148038817#workskin

Summary:

Rob pops by and has a heart to heart with Mackenzie as he's leaving. Rion connects with friend back home, speeding up his exit plans.

Pairings: past Ascended Astarion x Evil male!Tav, Ascended Astarion x Original Female Character

Trigger warnings/Tags: cheating, mention of abusive relationships, mention of intimate partner violence

Downtown Seattle, Washington

The Fairmont Olympic Hotel

Thursday, August 24th

8:30 PM

“So,” Mackenzie’s darling friend ‘Nurse Rob’ challenges. Now that Astarion’s thinking about it, Rob looks a terrible lot like a lankier, younger version of Gale. He crosses his arms and narrows his eyes as he sits across from who he knows as ‘Rion’, rightfully suspicious of the stranger before him.

“So,” Rion echoes back, responding boldly to the other man’s challenge with a single word. He crosses his ankle over his knee as he lounges comfortably on the microfiber sofa in wait for Mackenzie. He gives Rob a once-over with his crimson eyes, cataloging the differences between this young human and the wizard whom he knows so well.

Rob clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably under Rion’s critical gaze. He adjusts his royal blue scrub trousers and takes a sip of the cocktail that tastes like paint thinner mixed with a sweet yellow fruit juice (Soju with the juice of a fruit called Pineapple per Mackenzie), looking anywhere other than directly in front of him. Is that a blush he detects coloring Rob’s cheeks? And the sound of his pulse quickening?

The corner of Rion’s lips tug up in a smirk. He isn’t terribly surprised the young man finds him attractive…most young men do, after all.

“What do you do for work?” Rob leans over and tents his fingers in front of him, forcing himself to meet Rion’s gaze.

“I’m a lawyer,” Rion smiles confidently, hoping that Rob will end his prodding there.

“What flavor?” Rob asks, his steel-grey eyes searching Rion for any clue that would lead him to the discovery of his deception. “You know, like how there’s different flavors of nurses. Amanda’s this weird combination of nurse-leader-slash-clinic-nurse, and I’m in surgical services.”

“And what flavor would Mackenzie be?” Rion wonders aloud to redirect the conversation, holding back the ‘other than delicious’ he wants to add to the end of his question.

Rob falls for it. “Cheesy’s working as a MA right now, but she’s crazy smart. They were going to put her in the Neuro ICU for her capstone on the recommendation of one of the docs she met during her med-surg rotation. The whole floor is full of Trekkies and geriatric weebs, she’d have fit right in,” Rob says, a deep hurt washing over his face. “The Neuro team loved her. You should’ve seen her trying to convince one of the Fellows who only watches isekai anime to watch Haikyuu when they were both standing in line at the coffee cart downstairs. Hilarious.”

Rion doesn’t know what a ‘Trekkie’, ‘weeb’, or a ‘Haikyuu’ is, but he does know he’s very nearly reached his goal of distracting Rob. He’s opened his mouth to speak, ready to move them away from the subject when Rob interrupts him.

“But, I digress. What flavor of lawyer are you? I don’t think I caught what exactly it is that you said you did,” Rob presses, flashing Rion a smile that appears to be more of a territorial display of his teeth.

Hmm. Shit.

Rion looks away and takes a sip of the unique cocktail in his hands, pretending to stare at something uninteresting while he surveys the hotel room for ideas. He spots a brochure advertising for utilizing the hotel facilities for corporate meetings and events - that seems legitimate enough.

“Corporate law. You must forgive me if I’m not terribly forthcoming about my day to day, I’m under a NDA. Besides. There’s not much to tell, it’s all rather dull,” Rion lies, hoping that either Mackenzie returns soon or Rob backs off.

Rob hums as he studies Rion, considering his words. He’s about ready to go for another round when Mackenzie emerges, an absolute vision in her impeccably sewn handmade sleeping garments.

“Did you make those?” Rion asks hastily, his ruby eyes alight with keen interest. Mackenzie self-consciously tugs at the hem of the baggy top that hides the globes of her full breasts that Rion's hands ache to squeeze.

“Is it that obvious?” She replies with a half-smile, shrinking into herself.

Rion bites the tip of his tongue. He’s going to have to break her of that insecurity at some point. If he doesn’t, she’ll be positively eaten alive.

“On the contrary, darling. The craftsmanship of your garments displays they were made by a skilled hand,” He declares, reaching out to her. Deft and manicured fingers swipe across the hem to inspect it, tugging her closer to him so he can ‘have a better look’.

Rob clears his throat.

Oh, right. Rob’s still here.

Mackenzie reaches across the coffee table to punch at Rob’s shoulder, almost losing her balance in the process.

“Hey, thanks for grabbing the stuff outta my car. So uh…you gonna go home? Do a little warcraft of the worlds? Do your wizard chores?” Mackenzie teases Rob with her voice rising to a squeak, placing her hands on her luscious hips.

Ah, so the young man is a wizard?

“You wanna do a round before I go?” Rob looks up at Mackenzie eagerly, bouncing his knees in anticipation.

Rion blinks in curiosity. A round? A round of what? He had thought Mackenzie to be fairly straight-laced, what manner of delicious debauchery does she have in store for them?

“Oh boy, DO I!?” Mackenzie replies enthusiastically, disappearing for a moment before returning with a purple sack. She pulls out two boxes of cards banded together with different colors of hair ties and sets them in piles.

Rion observes her with ambivalence as she sorts through them, placing a handful of different colored, many-sided die in front of them. He smiles politely, motioning before him with his glass encircled in his hand.

“A card game?” he prompts, his eyebrows raised.

Instead of strip poker or anything that involves winning a large amount of gold, Mackenzie answers, “A stupider version of Magic the Gathering. I was thinking about calling it ‘Wizards of the Roast’ or ‘The Cards of Dankshire’, but the latter is too close to the game in Parks and Rec.”

Rion’s polite smile stays plastered on his face, unable to parse half of what she said. “And how does this game work?”

“Well. First thing’s first, you pick a character at random. That character has a special ability, like drawing extra cards or stealing life. At the beginning of the game, everyone draws seven cards from the pile of wizard spells. At the beginning of your turn, you draw a card and play a wizard spell,” She points over to the pile of dice in the middle. “Everyone starts with 20 life, but the last person left with life points wins.”

Rion surveys the pile of glittering geometric trinkets, plucking a glittering black and crimson one for himself inlaid with gold numbers.

Rob and Mackenzie appear to be in some sort of standoff over an iridescent purple die until she looks to the side and yelps, “Ah! Spider!” Rob jumps, distracted successfully as Mackenzie cackles evilly, taking it for herself.

“Cheater,” Rob complains as he snatches up a green and silver die, divvying out the character cards. Rion picks it up to inspect his without viewing what’s underneath, turning it over in his hand. These are clever little things. They aren’t solid cardstock and clearly glued together in some places, but this is better forgery work than he’s seen in some of the gambling houses he’s frequented over the years.

Mackenzie deals out the wizard spells while Rob overturns his character card with a huff of laughter as it reveals “Gale of Waterdeep”, Rion echoing the sentiment.

Rion overturns his own to reveal “Elminster Aumar, Chosen of Mystra”. He chuckles in second-hand embarrassment, shaking his head. He’d almost forgotten that this realm considers what he knows as fact to be fiction.

“Oh? You know of the dragons and dungeons?” Rob motions with his deck at Rion. Mackenzie ignores them as she reveals her hideous fish-headed wizard with a peal of her delightful laughter, sitting next to Rion with a comfortable distance between them.

“You could say I’m familiar with Gale’s kindly old ‘grandfather’,” Rion winks, watching the flush from earlier re-appear on Rob’s cheeks. “We do have our love of ‘cheese’ in common,” he purrs, sliding uncomfortably close to Mackenzie, hooking his ankle underneath hers.

“Ah…uhm…okay…so I’m gonna go first and then Rob so you know how to play,” she stammers, her pulse hammering at his proximity. “So I am Unga, ‘Disgraced Mage of the Wizard Council’. The first time I lose a life point, I can take the spell from the player who attacked me, turn it over, and make a clone that I can use for an extra attack each round-”

“But only once! Only once!” Rob points accusingly. “None of this ‘making another clone because of the unga virus’! Just because you made up the game doesn’t mean you can change the rules whenever you want!”

Rion is so, so very lost, but so very intrigued. He looks over at Mackenzie, giggling with malicious glee at Rob’s calling out. “You made this up? The cards too?” he raises his eyebrows at the question, watching her flush prettily for him again.

“Yup, sure did. It started out as an inside joke between us and turned into a thing after a rainy afternoon at Amanda’s during a Lord of the Rings marathon gettin’ crazy with her Cricut,” She nudges him gently with her elbow, momentarily proud of herself before a wave of self-doubt crashes over her. “Oh, shit, I’m sorry. I just assumed…I’m sorry if I just dragged you into it-”

Rion places his hand on the soft skin of her bare knee to still her, gazing warmly into her eyes. “Nonsense, darling. I find this charming, and think you to be rather clever for it.”

It isn’t a lie. It’s heartening to see a sliver of her true personality through the pain she endures. Her creativity, mischievousness, and joy on display for him makes a warmth spread through him that feels like the first taste of sunshine he’d felt five very long years ago.

“Oh…uhm…well in that case,” She looks up at him coquettishly, tucking a strand of her hair behind the flushed shell of her ears. “I cast testicular torsion! You lose one life.”

She cast…what? That’s certainly not a real spell. Rion sputters a laugh in disbelief as Mac turns the counter for his die to 19.

“My turn! My power of ‘Gale of Waterdeep’ is Detonate the Orb- which means that on my turn I can choose to explode, ending the game for everyone, declaring no one the winner. And I choose to caaaaast…chastity belt of carnage on you, Rion,” He snickers, slapping the cast spell face down onto the coffee table between them.

Rion snorts a laugh. The least likely persons to have a chastity belt certainly are himself and much to his disgust, that old cheesemonger Elminster.

“Well then. I’m Elminster and my power is simulacrum, which means that if I die, I come back with a hit point. But, apparently if I die again, I cannot be resurrected. How quaint,” He places the card down, spreading the cards in his hand like a fan to survey them.

He almost loses his composure at the names of the spells, choosing the one that amuses him the most. “I’m going to play… Gods, give me a moment,” He looks up at the ceiling trying not to burst out into laughter. “Mystra’s mommy milkers…which restores a life point to the target of my choosing, and I choose you, Mackenzie darling.”

“Awww…how sweet,” Mackenzie coos, fluttering her eyelids.

She slaps a card down in the middle, her keen eyes trained on Rion. “I cast ‘I didn’t ask how big the room was, I cast Fireball’ on you,” Mackenzie grins in false innocence at him.

Rion licks his lips as he holds her gaze. Mac’s competitive nature, sense of humor, and playfulness are very desirable qualities when put into the context of his nefarious intentions for her. And, if he’s being honest with himself, he finds it stirs his loins as well as his heart. He’s glad Rob is only sticking around for one round, otherwise he and his darling might find themselves with an audience.

But all this talk of wizards, especially one in particular, has jogged his memory to a very important “call” he needs to make.

Rion leans in to press a bold kiss to Mackenzie’s cheek and stands, looking down upon her in smug delight when he sees her almost drop the cards in her hands.

“If you’ll excuse me, I need to step away for a moment-” he places a hand on his stomach, pointing to the restroom.

Rion closes the bathroom door behind him and turns on the fan for the additional noise, though it takes accidentally being left in darkness for a moment to find the right switch. He takes the round, smooth stone out of his pocket and wraps his fingers around it, feeling for the connection to its sibling before he speaks.

“Situation worse than I feared, very dire, need passage for two as soon as possible. Reply immediately with time, place, and other important details,” he snaps, just shy of the 25 word limit for the spell.

A moment goes by, and another, waiting for a reply while listening to the impassioned banter back and forth between Rob and Mackenzie.

Finally, a familiar voice answers, bringing a wicked smile to Rion's pale face.

“You! I knew it, I was wondering where this stone’s other half went!” The bewildered man rants on the other end of the connection. “If you’re in as much trouble as you say, I’ll contact a-“ the voice is cut off as the spell’s word limit is exceeded. Rion tsks and shakes his head. How typical.

“Blast these stones! How fortuitous you’ve reached me while I’m at the academy. I have a colleague that has ties to the Acquisitions Incorporated office-“ the voice cuts off again, to Rion’s utter lack of surprise.

Rion eyes the rather large bathtub while he waits for another message, licking his lips as he considers using it as a tool of seduction. His pants are uncomfortably tight thinking of the perfect position in which to defile Mackenzie when the exasperated voice returns.

“Midnight tomorrow, Wizards of the Coast office in Renton. 51534 Star will disarm security for 10 minutes. Portal in last office at end of hall,” the voice clips, a bit relieved it had made the world limit this time.

“Is that the soonest time? Gods below us, Gale. I suppose it’ll have to do,” Rion complains harshly, rolling his eyes.

“It wouldn’t kill you to say thank you, would it?” Gale snaps in reply, the familiar words twisting a knife in Rion’s guts. “You’re on another world. Enjoy it! Seattle has two incredible libraries, one downtown and-“

Rion doesn’t dignify Gale with a reply, nor does Gale reach back out to continue on with his special interest prattling.

He flushes the toilet, turns the sink on for a few seconds, and opens the door, his act of appearing refreshed interrupted by the intensity of which Mackenzie hovers above the game she’s playing with Rob.

Rion has to see this. He is careful to not make a single sound while he sneaks up on them, leaning over the back of the couch where Mackenzie sits on a single extended arm.

Mac looks completely ridiculous. She’s got one foot up on the coffee table, holding a single card aloft between her index and middle fingers. She chuckles darkly down at Rob, malice sparkling in her eyes.

“It’s all come down to this, Rizzard of Waterdank! It’s time for me to reveal my trap card...Greater Colonoscopy!” She throws it down on the table, her arms and head held high in victory.

Rob chuckles as he turns the life counter to one, an eerie, low laughter before it erupts into an ugly villainous guffaw. “You’re a third rate wizard with a fourth rate book of spells. I detonate the orb! Go back to the bunga in whence ye spawned, Unga!”

Mackenzie collapses onto the couch in laughter as they both lose the game. Rion watches her with soft eyes and a tightness in his chest as she giggles and snorts until her sides ache. Her eyes widen in panic when she sees him gazing down upon her like she hung the stars in his sky, sitting up out of a sense of propriety. She hastily gathers the cards and organizes them, clearing her throat.

Rob slaps the tops of his thighs. “Weeeelp. It’s about that time. Hey nice to meet you Rion- and thanks for inviting me over and helping me eat some of that food. It would have gone bad, and you know how I am about good food going to waste,” Rob says as if everyone there knows how he feels about the subject.

“Please, send my compliments to the chef. A great pity we won’t have the opportunity to see her for another bite,” Rion says politely, putting emphasis on the last word of his sentence.

Mackenzie’s eyebrows knit together. “How long are you in town for? When do you have to be at Sea-Tac to fly back to the Bay Area?”

“I must be present at midnight tomorrow. I had planned on being here much longer, but an urgent matter has arisen, and I must depart swiftly,” He not-quite-lies, pretending as if he knows exactly what she's talking about.

“Cali, huh? Well, if you end up moving out this way like everyone else from your state does, believe me when I say it’s not nice like this for the entire year. Again, nice to meet you,” Rob clarifies as he stands up, holding his hand out stiffly to give Rion a firm handshake.

Rion gracefully takes it in his as if he is about to press a kiss to it, stopping just short of raising it up to his lips. He listens to the pounding of Rob’s heartbeat, the hot red flush creep up his neck and over his face, watches as his steel grey eyes become eclipsed by their irises.

“A pleasure,” Rion drawls out sensually, slinking a step closer to Rob.

Rob isn’t the only one turned on by this. He can smell the sweetness of Mackenzie’s arousal pooling in her undergarments from here.

How interesting.

“Well, uh, great to meet you, yep!” Rob nervously withdraws, backing away with false cheer. “I’ll..just uhm. I’ll be going, uh hey Cheezy, can you help me with the door?” Rob requests, gathering the takeout containers on the dining table with trembling hands. Mackenzie stands up on shaky legs, tripping over nothing as she assists him, lingering as they converse at the hotel door.

Rion sits down on the sofa, pretending to be occupied with the state of his nails while he eavesdrops on them.

“So?” Mackenzie whispers.

“Remember when we went to Vegas and crashed Defcon and the Star Trek convention at the same time? And there was that one dude in the elevator at the Rio with the hot chick who was asking when he was gonna get the money? Yeah, he’s got the same vibe as that dude,” Rob whispers, peering over at Rion.

Rion looks at his fingers, unimpressed, examining the edges for any snags or sharp points.

“He’s either a serial killer, a black hat corporate espionage operative, or he’s Vampire Lord Astarion from that Baldur's Gate video game that just came out,” Rob hisses. “I’ve been watching the BG3 speed runs on the tubes to see if I want to buy the game. He’s got the voice, the face, the mannerisms...it’s freaky. ”

“Huh…” Mackenzie ponders, side-eyeing where Rion sits.

Rion’s un-dead heart picks up its beating at the mention of Rob’s suspicions, his hand splayed out as he admires his cuticles.

“Anyways. Have fun, don’t do anything that isn’t safe, sane, or consentual-” Rob’s hushed advice is cut off by Mackenzie’s groaning.

“I’m not going to have sex with him! I’m married , Rob!”

“Hasn’t stopped Ari. You know how I feel about cheating after what Lucas did to me and honestly? If I was in your situation where a super hot guy invited me to his hotel room, put up with me inviting my friend over, and looked at me like he’s completely smitten with me while I was on my 'chunni bullshit like he did to you tonight? I’d let him fuck me nasty until I was-” Rob says maybe a little too loudly as he’s shushed by Mackenzie.

Rion stands up from where he sits and he can hear both of their hearts palpitating in alarm until he walks away and turns the corner. They’re still in earshot thanks to his vampiric hearing…but that’s something that only he knows.

Rob continues, emboldened by Rion’s disappearance. “Mackenzie, your relationship with Ari has been over for a long time now- no, don’t argue with me, it has. Can you look at me and tell me you love him? Don’t be honest with me, be honest with yourself .”

There’s a deafening silence between them before Mackenzie speaks, her voice thick with raw emotion. “I…shit, Robert. I don’t know if I can. I don’t think I can… I don’t actually think I do. Jesus fucking Christ. Not anymore,” she sniffles.

Rion makes a mental note to smooch Rob clean on the lips if he sees him ever again for being such an unwitting, excellent wingman.

“Hey- it’s okay Cheezy. Gimme a hug. Just remember…whatever happens tonight, happens. Go get some strange,” he says over Mackenzie’s words of protest, the hotel door shutting.

Rion hears Mackenzie sob softly to herself after Rob leaves. She sniffles sharply, exhaling shakily in what he assumes is her attempting to pull herself together.

Poor dear shouldn’t be out there all alone and upset now, should she?

He emerges from around the corner and sits next to her where she wipes her tears with her hands on the sofa, startling her when the cushion dips next to her.

“Oh geez Rion! You're so quiet when you move, you scared me for a second. I’m sorry about all this, I…” Her hands bunch in her lap, clutching at the hem of her linen shorts that strain at the seams around her delicious thighs.

“Don’t apologize, my sweet. My only expectation is that you stay with me here tonight, which...it seems like you intend to,” he murmurs gently. He grasps her face with his thumb and forefinger, pressing soft lips to the trail of tears that track down her cheek.

He kisses another and another, listening to her sigh for him, feeling her shift towards him as he comes closer to her lips. He pauses right before he captures them in his own, listening to her breath hitch, watch her tremble with desire out of the corner of his eyes.

“Do you want this? Do you want me to kiss you and make it all better?” he whispers inches away from her face, swearing that he feels a jolt of electricity travel between them as he speaks.

Rion watches Mackenzie’s eyes as a dark fire he hadn’t seen before consumes her.

“Yes,” she exhales with a shudder, surging forward to crash her lips into his.

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