#i just feel like i couldn't get this to look right no matter what

[cyberphuck]

Hey I love driving and have done it all over the Usamerica in every kind of weather including "under water" and "on fire" and I used to deliver pizzas in the ghetto let's go

Here are the laws!

Yes and they're there for a reason. Follow the laws while driving. If you're not sure what the law is, do what you feel is safest. If you do not feel safe to drive, PULL OVER. One time while I was on the freeway a huge storm came through and it started like BARFING hail, so fast and hard that I couldn't see where I was going. I put on my hazard lights, checked all my mirrors and blind spots as best I could, and got over to the shoulder and then beneath an overpass to wait it out. You know who came to join me? A semi truck. He didn't feel safe. He pulled over too.

You have to break the law or else people will be mad at you! You don't have to break the law. Like I said, they're there for a reason. Speed limit says 50 you go 50. Come up on a bend and it says 25 you fucking slow down to 25, it's not a suggestion. If you have some local yokel or a dude on a harley behind you, pull over and let them pass you if it's safe. Otherwise they can fucking wait. Will some people yell at you? Sure. Roll up your window and keep not breaking the law. Someone else is waving you forward when you don't have right of way. People sometimes do this at 4-way (or "all-way") stops because they don't know how 4-way stops work. As with everything on this list, you should generally do what is safe for you to do. When you stop at a stop sign, come to a complete stop. You don't have to put the car in park, but you want to feel that little bump of inertia as the brakes bite in. Then, even if you know you have the right of way, look ahead, left, right, then left again to see if it's safe. If possible, make eye contact with the other drivers at the intersection. A driver who isn't looking at you doesn't know you're there. Whoever arrived at the 4-way stop first has the right of way. If there are a bunch of cars lined up, whoever is to the right of you will go before you. Make sure that you're keeping your head up and looking around while waiting for your turn, and not looking down at your phone or messing with the radio or whatever. BONUS: an intersection with a blinking yellow light means that other cars will yield to you in the intersection, but that you've got to be aware they might be there. If the light is blinking red, or if power to the traffic lights is out and they're blinking or dark, treat that like a stop sign. BONUS 2: In places where you can turn right on red, you are treating that red light like a yield sign. Everyone in the universe has the right of way over you. Even if the car ahead of you has just turned right and it seems clear, come to a complete stop, feel the brakes bite in, check the intersection AND THE SIDEWALK ON YOUR RIGHT HAND SIDE and then go. If it says "NO TURN ON RED" then you no turn on red. It doesn't matter if it seems like you should turn on red or if other people are turning on red. You no do that. Sign there for a reason. The light is green but you're in the turning lane. First you're going to check to see if you have what's called a protected left, meaning a green left arrow signal. Sometimes there'll be a red arrow, and those times you can just wait. Other times the protected left is there in addition to the left-turn-yield time. Left-Turn-Yield: Oncoming traffic has the right of way, but you can turn when it's safe to do so between cars. Don't creep into the intersection waiting for your moment-- it's against the law, it contributes to traffic snarls, and it's also super unsafe. If an emergency vehicle needs to get through the intersection, you sitting in the middle of it is not going to help. Traffic lights are timed, and they're synchronized to other intersections to break up lines of cars and keep traffic moving. If you're at an intersection that sees a lot of traffic, you're more likely to see a protected left. If you're at a left-turn-yield, be patient.

The person behind you is honking at you.

Turn your music up louder. There's a weird noise coming from your engine. We're assuming here that the noise is worrying, not catastrophic, and that you're not currently on the highway or something. (If you are, refer to my "pull the fuck over" rule.) You should be familiar with the basics of what your car looks like under the hood, and know how to check your own oil levels. Turn the car off, pop the hood and see if anything is obviously weird in there. All kinds of stuff can get into an engine compartment and make noises. You don't have to lift anything or poke your fingers in anywhere, just take a gander. Next, get down and look underneath your car. Is there anything dangling loose? Go around to the back of your car and look at your license plate. A plate with one missing bolt can rattle so loudly you'd think you were being strafed by enemy aircraft. If everything looks good and your engine is still making the noise, write it down so you can show the mechanic later. What were you doing when you first noticed it (accelerating, turning, braking, rolling up the window)? What did the noise sound like (screeching, thumping, clicking)? Did anything else happen while the noise was going on (the lights on the dashboard dimmed, the steering wheel started to shake, pressing the gas didn't do anything for a minute)? This will help a ton if you do have to take your car in. Your check engine light is on. Did you know you can go to Autozone, O'Reilly, Firestone, Goodyear and other auto parts stores and they'll do a diagnostic check for free? Your car has a little computer inside of it, and they have the tool that can access the data. They plug the tool into your car, a number comes up, and that number corresponds to why your light is on. Then, you turn to the staff member and ask, "Is it safe for me to drive home?" The answer is usually yes, but sometimes (for example the time my car was a bomb for like a year and I didn't know it) it's "holy shit no." If your car isn't safe to drive, the store may have the business card of a local towing company you can use (or your car insurance sometimes has a company they want you to use). Am I going to get scammed? The short answer is no. A lot of you who don't drive an accidental bomb can take your car to the dealership where you bought it, where the in-house mechanic will take care of it. If you are going to a third party for repair, the price to fix your car will vary depending on what they are charging for labor and where they get their parts. But mechanics don't advertise by word of mouth anymore-- bad yelp reviews can shutter a shop, especially since Walmart does a lot of auto maintenance stuff now. Is fixing your car going to be cheap? Also no lol. But that's just because that shit's expensive, not because it's a scam. Many shops will warranty the repairs they do, and you get a piece of paper that you can bring back along with your car if the same problem happens again and it was their fault. But like if you go to get your car repaired by your cousin's friend's Uncle Bob who has a toothpick permanently attached to his bottom lip, yeah Bob might do a shit job, take your money and then not return your calls. Don't go to Uncle Bob.

Cars go so fast and are so dangerous and scary. This is objectively true. You can make your car experience slightly less dangerous by obeying traffic laws even if they seem stupid or tedious. And people get mad at you for obeying the law! Roll your window up.

i hate driving. here are the laws! if you break them there will be consequences! except youre also expected to break the law just a little bit. people will get mad at you if you dont. you dont have right of way but the person who does is waving you forward for some reason. here's the speed limit! it's not the speed limit, the actual speed limit is that plus ~5-10. the light is green but you're in the turning lane. can you go? should you have gone just then? the person behind you is honking at you. there's a weird noise coming from your engine; if you try to do the right thing and get it checked out, will you get scammed? you are driving a 1-2 ton metal machine rocketing at speeds unknown to humankind for most of history. around a million people die in car accidents every year; that's about one person every thirty seconds. if you take that seriously and try to drive safely then people get mad at you.

[loganficsonly]

Logan smut where reader and Logan are in an established relationship, shes a mutant too and right after him and Wade save the timelines, she gets mad because she thought they were both dead, then Logan spends the whole night with some “I’m sorry I scared you” sex

MMM THISSSS

this is hot but i've modified it so that the relationship between mutant!reader and logan happens afterwards? i just can't imagine the logan we see in dp&w having an established relationship 😭 sorry, though i don't think this little detail matters much in the writing below!

thank you for sending this in <3

"i thought i lost you" sex with worst!logan

gn!reader, 1.4k (it's poetic that each part is 701 words lmao) WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI please this is smut!!!, rough sex, slight angst, injuries/mentions of injuries and blood, established relationship, reader has mutant powers (sound manipulation), reader has hair, UNEDITEDDD we die like johnny storm being skinned by cassandra AUTHOR'S NOTE: i don't think i knew exactly what i was doing here... hope this doesn't disappoint

If he's the one who got seriously hurt:

He comes back home, blood on the suit. His, theirs, it doesn't matter anymore. It shouldn't have been that close of a fight, that much he knows.

You stare at him as he closes the door to your shared apartment, fingers numb from being curled into worried fists. He kicks off his boots and unzips his suit, not meeting your eyes.

You watch quietly. He doesn’t need heightened senses to detect the tension in the air.

He stands in front of you, naked save for his pants, as if trying to placate you with the sight of him unharmed. See, he’s fine. Nothing to worry about. He heals. He’s alive.

But when he finally looks at you and sees the mix of emotions burning in your eyes, he knows it’s not enough.

They’re red. Have you been crying?

 You finally speak. “It was supposed to be three days,” you say quietly.

His heart sinks, hears your bare feet close the distance between the two of you. Your words are spoken through gritted teeth. 

“You were gone for seven, Logan.” 

Before he can wrangle a word out of his dry throat, he feels your arms hug him tight, and quickly returns it, stroking your hair.

Then there’s wetness on his chest—tears. Your tears. He made you cry. 

“Sweetheart,” he rumbles, trying to put the words together in his head, but he’s not even sure what to say.

You lean up, kissing him. It’s soft and tentative, like he’ll disappear if you push further. His larger hands cup your face, holding you in place as he deepens the kiss, thumbs brushing the tears off your cheeks. 

“Tried to echo-locate you,” you whisper between kisses, “b-but couldn't—didn’t know if you were alive or dead—”

His hands wrap around you tighter. “Honey, I’ll only be dead when you are,” he shudders against your lips, “till then, I ain’t gonna leave you alone.”

It’s slow. He lets you set the pace. Allows your hands to trace the veins on his arms while he kisses you dizzy, like you don’t already have them memorized. Tips his head back to make room for your lips on his throat, chest heaving with need.

Delicate brushes of your lips gradually turn to open-mouthed kisses on his skin, as if making sure this is really your Logan. 

As the heat climbs, he rids you of your clothes, hands sinking into the familiar plush of your flesh after knowing only death for so long. God, you’re soft… His eyes zero in on the way his fingers grip your thighs.

When you sink yourself on top of him, his blood rushes with emotion, a strangled groan escaping him. Warm. Tight. He wants more. 

There is a familiar sensation then. The shrinking of space, or rather the space of sound. You’ve blocked it out, like you sometimes do when you’re intimate with him.

The silence is loud when it hits him—no more traffic, no more construction. Not even the buzz of electricity remains within the tangle of your bodies. Only the sounds of your labored breathing as you try to fit all of him, his broken grunt when he feels himself bottoms out.

Just you and him. The outside world no longer exists.

“Fuck, honey…” he purrs, feeling you clench around him. 

Hazel eyes are dazed and dilated, but you feel their intensity as they burn, taking in the sight of you perched on his thighs. There’s a sheen of sweat that makes you glow, hair sticking to your face, your hands on his chest. 

“Logan,” you whimper, a thousand emotions bundled into those two syllables. I was so scared. I thought I lost you. Please don’t leave me.

He shushes you gently, palms snaking up to your waist, urging you to grind on him.

It only takes you one taste of that sweet friction. There are no more tears now. No more fear or anxiety. You feel full—figuratively and literally.

Moans entangled when you do. The friction is salvation, proof that the two of you are here, together. He pulls you in, mouth on your jaw, fingers on your chest, and then he thrusts up into you.

“A-ah—”

“I’m home, sweetie, I’m home.”

If you’re the one who got seriously hurt:

He was there with you on that same mission. When your body dropped to the ground it felt like his life was over.

From there it was static. The noise is drowned out and he can’t even hear his own roar. A blur of checking your vitals, carrying you someplace safe, cleaning you up.

When you do, the first thing you notice is a sharp ringing in your ear. No doubt the aftereffect of the device they specifically put there to disable your powers.

And then a few things all at once. You’re in your apartment, on your bed. Your body seems fine, only minor cuts littering your arm. But the world still looks too bright, your bones too heavy, and your head groggy.

Logan is by your bedside, arms crossed while seated in a chair, head lolled forward. Asleep.

“Logan…?”

Just like that, he snaps awake, a guard dog triggered by a keyword. He scans you up and down, as if some new injuries might have manifested in you while he was out of it. You smile sheepishly. 

“I’m okay,” you groan, sitting up against the pillows. No pain. That’s good. “Geez, I should feel special. Who would’ve thought they’d prepare a sonic reverser just for me?”

“You shouldn’t have been there.” His voice cuts sternly.

“Wha—”

“Could’ve died,” he barks, rage knitted onto his face. You freeze.

His hand moves, placing it against your jaw, tilting your face to meet his as he rises from the chair. 

“But I didn’t—”

In a swift movement, he’s on top of you, the bed sinking with his weight. Arms cage the sides of your head as he sinks into the crook of your neck, all lips and teeth. You let out a surprised moan while he sucks on your throat with the intent of leaving a mark.

The look he gives you when he pulls away is wracked with guilt.

He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t need to. You understand.

So you let his body press against yours, drag his lips all over yours, snake his hand up your shirt. It’s overwhelming, but it’s him. The warmth of his palm, the scent of his shirt. Him. 

Fingers work on your clothing, desperate to feel more of you. You’re naked under him, and he leans in immediately, lips on your chest, hand on your waist and between your legs.

You mewl, feverish with pleasure as he uses a hand to pleasure you like it’s his right. He’s unforgiving, relentless, mouth pulling away from your chest to watch your face as you squirm and writhe under him.

He makes you cum with his fingers twice, only giving you a moment to breathe once you’re ruined. Cheeks flushed, voice hoarse, sweat misting your skin.

Then he flips you over, laying you on your stomach, a hand locking both your wrists above your head. Your breath hitches as he tugs at your hips with his other hand, lifting it high in the air before parting you and—

“Oh my god,” you cry out, voice muffled by the pillow when he sinks his inches in.

You feel his chest against your back, panting against your ear as he pulls back before snapping his hips into you. You moan again, feeling like it’s too much, but it’s not nearly enough.

He takes you just like that, body glued to yours, claiming you with each roll of his hips against yours. You’re left babbling unintelligible noises of pleasure beneath him, too far gone to mind your own voice.

At one point when he lets your wrists go to tug at your hair, making you arch, you let out a loud “ah!”—to which he’d have teased the shit out of you and told you to mute the room for the outside world, but not this time.  

This time, he doesn’t care if the two of you get evicted.

Logan doesn’t stop until you’re a mess, pumped full of his cum, devastated by desire. He grunts as he pulls himself out, dilated pupils examining the bite marks he’s left on your shoulders and upper back.

“Not gonna let anything happen to you again,” he murmurs, kissing the top of your head.

[megalony]

No One Helped- Part 3

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Bobby Nash Masterlist

Part 2

Summary: Following (Y/n)'s injuries, there are repercussions for the 189 station after how they treated her and failed to help. And Captain Harper isn't happy about it.

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Reaching out to her left, (Y/n) picked up the small paper cup that reminded her of something that was handed out in shops to give people taste samples of new food. She tipped the cup to her mouth and downed the two little tablets held inside.

Choking the tablets down made her grimace, and she knew that she had another three weeks left of taking these meds. They were to prevent any blood clots and aneurysms which she was prone to after the bleed on her brain. The last thing she needed was any complications that would bring her back here.

She was being discharged from the hospital in a matter of hours, after today she only wanted to be back here for the CT scan she would be due to have before she would be allowed back on shift.

(Y/n) couldn't be on shift while she was on this new medication. It worsened the dizziness she was still experiencing and it made her a liability. If she got knocked over or bumped into or had any other bump to the head she could land herself right back here. And she wasn't feeling well enough to be back to full duties yet anyway.

Once the medication had finished she would have her CT scan which was mandatory for work and if given the all clear, she would be back with her own team next month. Back where she belonged. Back to the team who looked out for her and actually cared for her and her wellbeing. Back with her family.

The team had been up to the hospital yesterday to check in on her and see how she was doing, and (Y/n) knew each of them would be dropping in on her when she was back home. They knew she would be bored not being with them at work, even if she was still feeling tired and disorientated.

(Y/n) tried her best to resist the urge to reach out for her phone and check the time. Knowing what time it was wouldn't help when she didn't have a specific time for when she could go home. All she knew was the nurse would get the discharge papers ready sometime this afternoon.

But (Y/n) was already dressed and her little bag of essentials was packed and waiting to go. She just had to stop by the pharmacy down near reception to get her three weeks worth supply of meds, and then she could be back home. Back to sleeping in her own bed in her own safe place with Bobby.

Bobby would be back soon. He had been at home last night and this morning but he'd messaged to say he wouldn't be long because he knew (Y/n) was desperate to go home. And when he arrived he might be able to sweet talk the nurse into getting the papers done quicker.

Relief bubbled up in (Y/n)'s chest when there was a rapid knock at the door. It wouldn't be Bobby as he wouldn't knock, but it might just be a nurse telling her she could go home now.

She sat up straighter on the bed and her fingers began to drum against her thighs but every inch of her body froze over when the door barged open and she watched who waltzed in.

Captain Harper.

Oh God, why was he here? What did he want? Why had he bothered to come all the way down to the hospital, couldn't he have waited until (Y/n) was discharged and back home or back at her own station? This couldn't be anything good.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed as her nails dug deep enough into her thighs that she started to scratch through her leggings and pierce the skin. Her back straightened up and her elbows imbedded in her waist as she stared at Harper with a mixture of displeasure and unease.

She didn't want to be talking to him. (Y/n) didn't want to be anywhere near Harper, let alone shut in an empty room with him where he might decide to do something rash and use more than just words to get his point across. (Y/n) wouldn't put anything past him.

Her eyes followed Harper as he walked round until he was stood one foot away from her. His arms were folded over his chest and there was a strange, quipped smile on his face as his narrowed eyes bore into (Y/n) like he was searching for something in her expression.

The look made (Y/n) lean back out of instinct and her hands moved to press down into the bed as she tried not to shudder or look too intimidated.

"How are you?"

His question was surprising, but Harper's tone showed he didn't truly care what the answer was. In his mind, she was clearly recovered as she was sat up and alert and talking. Much how he thought she had been after her fall from the truck. He assumed that since she had been talking and just about able to stand on her own two feet, that she was perfectly fine.

(Y/n) looked Harper up and down as her nerves got the better of her and made her shudder. "Recovering. Why are you here?"

There seemed no point beating about the bush and pretending to have a polite conversation. There was clearly a reason that he was here and (Y/n) knew it couldn't be a good one. She wanted to know what he wanted and then get him to leave. She didn't want him here, no matter what was running through his mind.

It was almost fitting that Harper was still in his work uniform when he came to visit her. He was wearing his usual black trousers and dark blue shirt with the station logo in the corner.

"Because I had a visit from the Chief, I'm sure you know why." His tone was sickly sweet and his smile morphed into something frightening as he leaned closer when (Y/n) shook her head.

Trying to feign confusion didn't seem like the right thing to do because Harper's smile faded and his lips curled in clear distaste and aggravation. He took another step until their feet were almost touching and he was close enough to hover over (Y/n) like some kind of angel of death.

"I'm suspended, pending investigation."

There was something dangerous in his sneering tone that made (Y/n) shiver and had her blood dwelling in her stomach rather than going down to her hands and feet. She barely felt like she had any blood going to her head that was filling up with air and becoming too heavy to hold up.

Oh dear.

(Y/n) knew this would happen. Once the Chief came back to speak to her and ran through everything, he explained what would happen next. He said they would do a formal investigation into Harper and his team, they couldn't take this lightly when (Y/n) had been seriously injured. And (Y/n) could file a complaint or a law suit, not that she would, but she had every right so the department had to look into this and do everything by the book.

They were more afraid of Bobby kicking up a stink and filing the complaint than (Y/n) and they knew Bobby would be watching and breathing down their necks. If they didn't do things thoroughly and get evidence of Harper's wrongdoing, Bobby would go and do it himself. And they didn't want that.

She could feel her stomach twisting in knots, threatening to throw up her lunch and her head started to pound and ache when she looked up at Harper. He was glaring at her like she was the Devil, like she was nothing more than an inconvenience that he wanted to get rid of.

"I got hurt on shift, they have to investigate-"

His crude laugh cut off the simple explanation (Y/n) tried to give and made her feel like a child lost in a world she didn't understand.

And the truth was that she didn't understand what this world was. (Y/n) didn't understand why Harper and his team had to be so cruel and petty with her. She didn't see why they had to tease her for who she was in a relationship with when it had no bearing on her work or her ability to do her job. She didn't know why Harper denied her medical attention or why no one in his team thought it fair to try and check her over and make sure she was alright.

There was nothing about that situation that (Y/n) could fathom or understand, and Harper's attitude just made her even more confused and frightened.

"They had to investigate, that's funny." The crooked smirk on his face made him look somewhat like the Grinch and he ran his hand along his jaw as he nodded mockingly. "Especially when some little pet starts telling lies about me and my team."

Lies? Was he being serious?

Clearly Harper didn't know how much trouble he was in and how much damage he had caused (Y/n). She hadn't lied about anything and she had evidence to back herself up. And she figured that Eddison would back her too because he had been the only one on Harper's team who tried to help her, and (Y/n) made that clear when she talked to the Chief.

Eddison was the type who would tell the truth and admit that his team had been wrong and that (Y/n) had been hurt and denied medical attention. He would back (Y/n) up and that would prove her point, along with her injuries and the call she'd made to Bobby saying she had to go home.

She hadn't lied about anything.

(Y/n)'s arms bound around her chest and her jaw dropped as she stared up at Harper, as if waiting for the punchline or for him to explain that he was joking. But he just stared at her like he wanted her to crumble into a million pieces.

"I'm in the hospital, I had surgery, do you still think I'm being dramatic or attention-seeking?"

Could he not see that she was in the hospital? Didn't he realise that if she was simply being dramatic or if nothing was wrong with her, the doctors wouldn't have kept her here. They would have discharged her the moment she was well enough, the fact that she was still here proved she hadn't been seeking attention and making things up.

"I think you got up just fine after your little tumble and you're looking for someone to blame. Or maybe you're trying to help your Captain climb the ladder and bringing me down is the way to do that."

Harper leaned forward until he was close enough that (Y/n) could feel his breaths on her skin and the darkness in his eyes was all that she could focus on. His right hand planted down on the bed beside her hip like he was caging her in and it caused (Y/n) to shuffle back on the bed.

She didn't want to be anywhere near him, she didn't want to be close to him or within his grasp in case he decided to reach out and grab at her. She had no idea what was running through his mind right now or what he might resort to.

She could feel tears welling up in her eyes and her breaths were starting to become fast and shallow.

Couldn't he just leave? Couldn't he give in and tell the truth to the Chief and accept whatever punishment he would be given? Trying to intimidate (Y/n) was only giving her more fuel against him and it wasn't going to make her back down. The damage had already been done and the blame was solely to be laid at Harper's feet, no one else's.

"I had a brain haemorrhage. If I stayed on shift with you I could have gotten permanent damage."

"Don't blame me-"

"You didn't let me get checked out!" Tears cascaded down (Y/n)'s face and trickled onto her jumper as she shuffled back until she could scramble to her feet on the other side of the bed. Keeping the bed in between them for some scrap of safety and security that was quickly beginning to fade.

Her hands planted down on the mattress but her eyes followed Harper as he rounded the end of the bed to try and get in front of her again.

"It's your fault, who else should I blame?" Tremors ran through (Y/n)'s system but her voice came out coarse and brittle.

Who else deserved the blame? Harper was in the wrong, why couldn't he see that? What did he expect her to do? He had denied her help, he would have kept her on shift and made her work until she collapsed or bled around her brain and sent herself into a coma or death. He would have pushed her and kept her on shift and ignored her when she told him she didn't feel okay. This was his doing. Who else was she supposed to blame for the troubles he had created?

Her words infuriated Harper and (Y/n) found more tears drenching her face because he just wouldn't give in. He wouldn't back down, he wouldn't accept the truth. He was still trying to fight her on this when he had no leg to stand on.

"My fault?" He echoed as if her words were complete ludacris and he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

(Y/n) tripped over her feet when Harper stormed towards her and she realised that she had backed herself against the wall. She would have to push past him to get away when the door was across the room, behind Harper.

Another rendition of 'my fault?' seethed past his lips before he was suddenly reaching out for (Y/n).

She raised her arms up in front of her but she gasped when he clutched her wrist and yanked her closer by her arm that twinged in shock and discomfort. Her eyes blew wide and her shoulders pulled in as she tried to hunker down and pull away from him but her body froze in shock when he shoved her back towards the wall and leaned in close.

"I'm not losing my job to some little slut who's clearly trying to sleep her way to the top."

Whatever Bobby assumed he would be walking into when he came to pick (Y/n) up today, it had nothing on the scene he saw when he headed into her room.

He thought she would be sat with her bag, desperately waiting for him to take her home. He assumed she would either be holding her discharge papers or that she would rush up to him when he arrived and beg him to talk to the nurse and take her home.

Not once had the thought of Harper crossed his mind. Bobby hadn't considered walking in to find Harper pinning (Y/n) to the wall and spitting insults at her. Bobby heard what he'd called her, even if he wished he hadn't. He heard, and it infuriated him.

Every muscle in Bobby's body tensed to the point they were threatening to snap in two and it felt like he had cramp all over his body, but it didn't stop him. His boots pounded against the floor as he stormed forward and latched his hands around Harper's shoulders so he could wrench him back.

The action caused (Y/n) to stumble forward and she quickly bound her arms around her waist as fright took over her features when she realised who had entered the room.

She didn't have chance to say anything or take one step before Bobby made his move.

His left hand stayed clenched around Harper's shoulder and as soon as he turned the slightly shorter Captain to face him, Bobby reeled his right arm back and punched him.

(Y/n) had never seen Bobby lash out at anybody before. Once on a call she had seen him raise his voice to someone, and another time she had seen him shout and give someone a shove, but he'd never resorted to violence before. It wasn't who he was. Even when Bobby had every right to be angry and infuriated and upset, he never lashed out like this. He was calm enough to use his words and persuasion, and sometimes a few threats if necessary. But never his fists.

Harper's lower back hit the bedframe when Bobby let go of him and the force of the punch knocked him back. His knees bent out and his elbows slammed into the bed, trying hard to steady himself and prevent from falling onto his backside on the floor.

The way he stared up at Bobby with a slacked jaw and wide eyes was a look that (Y/n) tried to commit to memory, because she had never seen Harper look so uncertain and dumbfounded before. And the little trickle of blood leaving his nose was an added bonus.

When Bobby reached down to try and grab at Harper again, (Y/n) surged forward. She bound her hands around his bicep and bumped into his side until she was almost knocking him onto the floor with how she pushed her weight onto him.

"Bobby don't." Her lips pressed against his shoulder and her hands tightened around his arm that was now pinned against her waist and abdomen.

He could feel her fingers twitching against his skin, moving out of nervous habit and complete panic and Bobby had to steady himself when (Y/n) leaned further on him like her legs were about to give out.

He turned his head to look down at her and a flash of anguish crossed his face when he saw her trembling. He didn't want to upset her, but he didn't want Harper to think he could get away with threatening and calling her like that.

(Y/n) wouldn't have Bobby risk his career for her. He wasn't on duty right now which went in his favour, but he was Captain. He couldn't be seen fighting a colleague, another Captain no less. He could get reprimanded for this and (Y/n) wouldn't have that happen on her behalf. Bobby was the good guy and they didn't need to give Harper any ammunition to use against them.

Harper's hand raised to his nose and he wiped the stream of blood on the back of his hand while his lips curled into a grimace and he huffed as he looked up at Bobby in shock.

"I- I could get you done for this, Nash."

"You look fine to me." (Y/n) couldn't help the snarky tone to her voice or the sneer written across her face. He would be fine, he wasn't injured and for all anyone else knew, they could say he'd had a nosebleed or a little fall.

His threat was hollow and they all knew it, especially Harper as he adverted his gaze down to the floor and continued to sniff and brush his sleeve against his nose.

"What do you think you're doing here?" Each of Bobby's words were punctuated and spat with venom as he stared down at Harper with anguish in his eyes.

Why was he here? Why did he think this was appropriate? He had been suspended, Bobby heard it through the grape vine. And with (Y/n) being the one to accuse him, Harper had no right to be here intimidating her because it only worked in her favour and went against him.

But to be here and actually threatening and trying to intimidate (Y/n) wasn't something Bobby thought Harper would stoop so low to do.

"I was trying to ask her the same thing."

The wind seemed to have disappeared from Harper's sails. His lips curled into a grimace and he looked Bobby up and down like he was trying to build himself up and remain calm and in charge, but he could see this was going to be much harder. He wasn't going to win any fight he picked against Bobby. The suspension was only the beginning of his downfall, he had a long way to go yet.

"Well you shouldn't be here intimidating her, should you?"

The feeling of (Y/n)'s hands tightening on his arm stopped Bobby from trying to wrench his arm back and throwing another fist at Harper. It took all of his effort to unclasp his hands from Harper's shoulders and take a step back.

He found his hands clenching into fists at his sides, fingers continuously flexing and curling to try and rid some of the nervous energy he felt and to regulate his system. Each breath Bobby took was harsh and deep and he could feel his shoulders rising and falling with each breath. If it weren't for (Y/n) still holding onto his arm, he would have lashed out again by now.

"I shouldn't be on suspension either. You think it's fair I lose my credibility over this? Over her?"

The way Harper raised his hand and flung in (Y/n)'s direction made her chest tighten and her teeth sank down into her lower lip to stop herself from making a crude remark in response. He didn't deserve a response or a rise out of (Y/n). She hadn't done anything wrong. Harper didn't deserve any credibility to begin with, he was losing it because of what he had done, not because of anything (Y/n) did.

This was a fallout of what he had caused, he had no one but himself to blame and intimidating (Y/n) wasn't going to make her change her mind. She had already made her complaint. Harper was suspended. This was out of their hands now, it was down to the Chief and the disciplinary team to decide what happens now.

(Y/n) couldn't take any of this back no matter how Harper tried to frighten her and turn her hand.

Something akin to a smile flashed across Bobby's face and his lips quirked as he shook his head and looked down at Harper.

Was he being serious?

Bobby shook his head and pushed down a laugh as his hands moved to clasp down on his hips and his head angled to one side. He couldn't believe the nerve of this man. Allowing someone to get hurt on his watch, on his shift, when he was supposed to be in charge was one thing. But to blame said person for everything and not take responsibility for their actions was something else entirely.

Being Captain meant being responsible for the safety of everyone under his watch. It meant looking out for them, it meant keeping them in line and making sure if they were hurt or suspectedly hurt, they got seen to. It meant assessing risks and minimising those risks for everyone involved.

Harper couldn't be Captain if he couldn't take care of his team, which included anyone working under him on any shift. And he couldn't be Captain if he couldn't take responsibility for what he had done and for the actions of his team.

"You have some nerve to deny (Y/n) medical treatment and then try and assault her when she tells the truth about you. Whatever credibility you think you had, you lost when you let her get hurt."

"You weren't there Nash, you didn't see anything-"

"I saw the aftermath, Harper. I had to carry her unconscious into the emergency room because of your lack of supervision. So you'd better believe me when I say I'm gonna make sure you don't get to govern any station after what you've done to my girl."

Bobby wouldn't stop. If Harper somehow managed to wrangle his way out of this, Bobby would go on the warpath. He would harrass the Chief, he would send emails and letters. He would make surprise appearances to the 189. He would warn any new recruits and he would have choice words with each of the 189 team so they all understood that they weren't getting away with this.

He wouldn't relent until Harper was taken off his role as Captain. He had no right to hold such a title and Bobby wouldn't allow him to continue. (Y/n) had been hurt, and someone was going to pay for it.

"Now get out before I have you done for harassment too." Bobby wouldn't be opposed to calling the Chief and making him add a complaint of harassment to Harper's growing list of wrong-doings.

He wasn't allowed to be here, he would have been told after his suspension that (Y/n) was the complainant. He would have been informed that having any contact with her wasn't an option and he would make his case worse if he spoke to her even just in passing. He wasn't allowed.

He was openly ignoring that and breaking those rules to be here to try and threaten her into backing down. And it wasn't going to work.

Harper's hands were curling into fists and he jerked his shoulder when Bobby tried to nudge him towards the door to give him the incentive to leave. But the look in his eyes when he turned to glare at (Y/n) over his shoulder was maddening, frightening even.

"You're making a big mistake-"

"And this is a hospital. If you carry on I'll give you a reason to be admitted."

Bobby gave Harper another rough shove until he was stumbling into the door and swinging it wide open to get out. He couldn't stand here and continue to try and belittle and threaten (Y/n). Bobby wasn't opposed to starting a fight or knocking Harper down a flight of stairs. At least he would get quicker medical attention than (Y/n) did when she had a legitimate need for help.

The moment Harper was gone, Bobby let out a deep breath he didn't know he had been holding in. And he felt himself starting to relax when he felt (Y/n)'s hands leave his arm in favour of binding around his torso. He felt her face pressing into his back and each shallow breath she took fanned through his shirt.

His hands moved down to hold onto her wrists against his lower chest and he squeezed tight while his head angled to the side.

"Are you okay?"

"Thank you." They both knew she was avoiding the question, but it didn't really matter. She was alright now that Bobby was here and they would both be leaving soon.

And a tender grin pulled at Bobby's lips when he heard what she mumbled into his shirt.

"Can we go home now?"

***

The further they walked, the tighter (Y/n)'s hands became around Bobby's arm until she was almost cutting off the blood supply to his hand. Not that he cared at all, but he was starting to feel more concerned the more (Y/n) clung to him.

It wasn't very often that (Y/n) had cause to come into the main office. This was for people kike Bobby, for Captains or heads of departments or for people doing work training or exams. This wasn't a place (Y/n) ever came to unless she had to do mandatory training. The office was somewhere she associated with complaints and concerns, not a good place on all accounts.

But she didn't have a choice. Chief Simpson asked her to come down, to discuss the investigation into Harper and the outcome, as the disciplinary team had clearly decided on something.

If Bobby wasn't here with her (Y/n) wouldn't have come down, but he was here for moral support and he could see that it was clearly necessary.

Bobby knew the way to Simpson's office, he had been here often enough so (Y/n) let him guide her up the stairs and down a few corridors.

But confusion and a mix of panic coursed through Bobby's chest when (Y/n) suddenly stopped walking. He turned to the right and looked down at her with narrowed eyes and his free hand moved to gently grip her wrist, silently asking what the problem was. He turned his head to see what (Y/n) was looking at, but he didn't recognise the man stood a few paces ahead down the hall.

"Thompson." His name passed (Y/n)'s lips in a breathless huff while she felt like her lungs were starting to seize up.

This couldn't be a coincidence. He had to be here because of the investigation. They must have brought him in a few times to get his statement and ask his views. And if he was here now then that had to mean they were reprimanding him as well, or in the least, they were cautioning him if he was here because of what had happened with (Y/n).

He wouldn't be happy if he saw her. (Y/n) had a sudden urge to turn and flee, to drag Bobby along with her and disappear into an adjoining corridor or venture into a vacant room so Thompson wouldn't see them.

"Who is he?" Bobby kept his voice hushed as he leant down and hovered his lips against (Y/n)'s hair, but his arm jostled when (Y/n) tried to pull him and get him to retreat.

"Bobby please-"

"(Y/n)?"

The moment Thompson's eyes set on her, (Y/n) felt like she had set alight. Her legs turned to steel and rooted her to the spot and her nails started to dig into Bobby's bare arm as she coiled it to her chest. As if she were seeking some sort of protection like he was a suit of armour.

"What have you done?" His voice was coarse and the way his eyebrows knitted together made him look infuriated.

She couldn't help the way she winced at the tone of his voice but she hated how Bobby tensed up and took a step forward. She didn't want Bobby to get dragged into this. (Y/n) didn't want Thompson to start a fight or be angry with her or for Bobby to have to argue with anyone else on her behalf.

Bobby's eyes assessed the man walking their way before he turned to look at (Y/n). "Is he from the 189?"

He didn't need her to answer, he could see the answer in her expression despite the way she nodded her head.

When Thompson got close enough, Bobby held out his free hand until he could give him a light push in the chest, preventing him from getting any closer. He wouldn't have another person try and intimidate (Y/n), especially not here in the office.

"What do you want?" There was a certain tone to Bobby's voice that gave away how tired he was or this mess. He didn't have the time or the patience to try and play nice. Thompson either stated what he wanted or he let them walk past without a fuss.

"Me? I want an explanation. I've got a bloody record of action on my file because of you, why would you do that? Those things stay there for life."

Thompson leaned around Bobby to talk to (Y/n) almost as if he wanted to pretend that Bobby was invisible and no longer part of this conversation. He had been called in about the investigation, he gave his account and answered their questions. And now he was brought back in to say that they were taking a record of action out against him.

He needed to undergo more mandatory training, he would be reviewed every month for six months almost as if he was back on probation. And a record wouldn't come off his file, it would stay there until he retired or transitioned to a new job. And any new job would find out about this, it was like a black mark against his name.

"I only told them what happened, I didn't choose their course of action." (Y/n) shrugged as she spoke, and she slid one hand down to interlace her fingers with Bobby's.

She had complained about Harper and his team in general, that included Thompson. But she never asked them to file a complaint against him in particular, and she didn't decide what, if any, punishment anyone would get. (Y/n) had no say in that matter, they could just have easily let Thompson off without so much as a warning and (Y/n) wouldn't be able to do anything about it or change that.

"You started this mess, why'd you have to bring us all into it?" The genuine hurt etched into Thompson's face made (Y/n)'s heart thunder in her chest.

He was looking at her like she had cursed him, like she had done some great wrong to him when that wasn't her intention or even what she had done. If he helped her, if he did his job instead of following Harper's bullying tactics then none of this would have gotten so out of hand. He had played a part in this too.

"Thompson?" Bobby uttered his name with an air of confusion before it seemed to click in his mind, and he straightened up. "You dragged (Y/n) up after the fall… are you a medic?"

Thompson's breath caught in his throat as he glared at Bobby, looking him up and down with an upturned nose. "Yeah?"

"A medic who didn't assess a concussed person and forced them back on shift? That's why you've got a record against you, it'll be for negligence. You're lucky they haven't pulled you or given you suspension, so take that attitude down before I have to do something about it."

He had dragged (Y/n) to her feet after the fall, he didn't check her over and he said she was fine and helped Harper force her back on shift. He had been negligent in his duty as a medic, they couldn't let him get away with that and as far as Bobby was concerned, he had gotten off lightly. He was lucky, and he needed to realise that and back down before he got himself into deeper trouble.

"I- I didn't… Harper told you to get back on duty, he said you were fine-"

"And you didn't disagree or do anything to help me. What do you want me say? Eddison's the only one who tried to be kind." (Y/n) knew for a fact that Eddison was the only one out of them all who wouldn't be getting reprimanded.

Maybe he didn't stick his neck out on the line and demand (Y/n) get help, maybe he didn't assess her either. But he tried. He tried to stay with her, to ask if she was alright. He hadn't joined in with the jokes and the teasing, he hadn't done anything to (Y/n).

Thompson began to lock his hands together in front of him while he sighed, shifting his weight from foot to foot. He was clearly trying to calm himself down and stop from causing an argument, and (Y/n) wondered if maybe, he knew deep down that he had been in the wrong. He might think his punishment unjust, but he might also understand why he had to get reprimanded.

When he lifted his head, there was something burning within his eyes that made (Y/n) curious yet fearful.

She didn't like the smile that pulled at Thompson's lips. It was sorrowful, broken, hollow. And all of those emotions looked to be aimed at (Y/n) when he lifted his gaze to meet hers.

"Well I hope you know what you're doing, because Harper's a vindictive guy and you've helped end his career."

"What?" (Y/n)'s hand moved until she was scratching the back of her neck and her stomach twisted and churned like a cement mixer.

What was that supposed to mean? (Y/n) didn't have any choice in this, why did none of them see that? Why were they blaming her when she was the one who had been landed in hospital and mistreated? Why did they think she could control any part of this mess?

"He was here earlier, nearly bust a window on his way out. They've pulled him as Captain, he can't govern any station and he's still on suspension. If he wants to come back, he has to be one of us with a gross negligence mark on his file. He quit."

Pins and needles broke out through (Y/n)'s skin and she took a step back, and another, and then another until she managed to turn herself around. Her head began to shake and both hands clutched at her neck, scratching deep indents into the skin as she felt herself becoming lightheaded.

He'd quit. Harper didn't seem like the kind of guy who would do that, who would back down and accept his losses. He had threatened (Y/n) in the hospital to try and salvage what was left of his job. Throwing it all away defeated everything he tried to do.

But he wouldn't want to stay when he would have very little left. He couldn't Captain any team, they wouldn't let him rise through the ranks anymore. If he wanted to stay on the job, he would of had to become a simple fireman. He couldn't be shift lead, Captain, Chief, he couldn't rise up and be a head of department or head of communications or anyone of significance here in the office.

And that mark on his file wasn't going to disappear even if he quit. When he got a new job and they asked for references, that incident report would be stuck to his file. Every job opportunity would see that he had been charged with gross negligence after the investigation. He couldn't run away from that.

(Y/n) wasn't sure where she was going or which way she was trying to aim for, all she knew was that she wanted to get out of here.

This was why the Chief had asked her to come in, he wanted to tell her the results of the investigation. He wanted to say that they knew Harper had done wrong and they were holding him accountable for it. They wanted Bobby to be reassured that this had been dealt with through the proper channels and that he didn't have to go on a crusade for justice.

Bobby looked between (Y/n)'s retreating frame and the man stood in front of him who was starting to resemble a kicked puppy, feeling sorry for himself.

And he found himself sighing. "You got off lightly and you still have your job. Do yourself a favour and move on, if you resent it you'll end up like Harper and if you hold this against (Y/n), then I pray that you never get hurt on the job and need help. Because you won't deserve it."

Bobby didn't wait for a response. He didn't hang around to see whether Thompson had listened to him or if he agreed. He turned and walked away, speeding up to try and find out where (Y/n) had got to.

The rest of the 189 had gotten off lightly with records of conversation or actions against them. That was like a slap on the wrist compared to Harper's comeuppance. Thompson could still do his job, no one was going to treat him differently or hold it against him and he hadn't lost anything out of all of this. Stewing and being angry was only going to make him a monster like his former Captain.

And Bobby would hate for him to continue blaming (Y/n), because then he truly didn't deserve or fit in this job. If he could start blaming someone who was a victim then he couldn't be objective anymore and he couldn't help people. And he wouldn't deserve any help if he got hurt one day on a call and no one treated him fairly.

"Sweetheart, slow down."

(Y/n) was almost at the stairwell when she felt Bobby's hands on her waist, reeling her back towards him. She broke out in trembles when he kissed the back of her head and she turned to sludge when he carefully reeled her back towards him and took a few steps to the left.

She let him ease her down onto a small sofa in the hall and once he sat down next to her, (Y/n) dropped her head onto his chest. Her arm shakily slung around his middle and she leaned into him like she thought she was going to pass out.

"It's okay." He murmured into her hair while his arm looped around the back of her shoulders and his hand started to feather up and down her arm. "This is good news."

"Then why do I feel guilty?"

"Because you're a good person. If this was anyone else who got hurt, you'd of told them to report it and do the same thing. You don't have to feel bad sweetheart, you haven't done anything wrong."

Tears welled up in (Y/n)'s eyes that she tried hard to push away, but she couldn't. She couldn't stop them from cascading down her features and soaking into Bobby's shirt. And she couldn't stop her breaths from becoming shallow and making her head feel lighter than air.

She was the reason Harper was now out of a job. She had set the ball rolling. She had messed up that station and they were all going to blame her. If they ever came on a scene with the 118 they were going to be hostile, they might try and put in complaints against (Y/n) to get even. Everyone was going to be furious with her and see her as a traitor.

Would her own team feel like that? Did they think she had done the wrong thing by complaining? Should she have just let it go and move on?

"I've fucked up that whole station," A sarcastic laugh tumbled from her lips as she burrowed deeper into Bobby's chest.

"And what would of happened if you didn't? If they learned you were in hospital and you didn't complain, Simpson would still have looked into it because you were hurt on duty. And Harper could have spun it and said you were negligent on the job. He could victimise someone else. You got hurt, he was responsible and he got his comeuppance."

Bobby didn't care what anyone in that station said, or anyone in this office. He only cared that the people responsible for letting (Y/n) get hurt were now paying the price. He cared that Harper couldn't do this to anyone else, he made Bobby and all the other station Captains look bad, he set a bad example and he let his people get hurt. That wasn't acceptable.

If (Y/n) didn't complain or if Bobby didn't push the Chief to look into this, Harper could have spun a lie. He could of said that (Y/n) wasn't doing her job properly, that she fell because she was negligent or doing something wrong or not aware in the situation. He could have blamed her and gotten (Y/n) into unjust trouble.

If she didn't say anything, this could of happened again to someone else. Another transfer, another new recruit who didn't fit in. Anyone could have gotten hurt or bullied or pushed out and Harper would get away with it. This had to be done. It was the right thing.

The feeling of Bobby's lips pressing to her temple made (Y/n) relax slightly in his arms and she tightened her hold around him, wishing they were back home and that none of this ever happened.

She felt Bobby murmuring "You did the right thing," against her skin, and she wanted to smile. But she couldn't.

No matter what anyone said, (Y/n) could still feel that guilt dwelling in the pit of her stomach.

[sweetcalebb]

Zayne finding the hickeys he left ❄️

-

The room was quiet, a little too quiet given the fact that a colleague was currently reviewing a post-op complication that spiraled.

Zayne sighed, adjusting the cuffs of his coat. He was listening—or he was trying to, anyway.

But it was hard to focus when just hours earlier you were curled up against his chest, skin-to-skin. You were so tired, barely even half-awake when he accidentally woke you up while getting ready for work and you murmured a soft "good luck."

He shifted in his seat, quickly blinking, as if that might help him concentrate.

Then his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was barely noticeable. Probably because Zayne tended to ignore any personal texts at work. So he left it at that.

But then it buzzed again.

He let out a small breath through his nose before discreetly slipping his phone out of his pocket. It was just to silence his notifications, but when he saw your name, he paused.

Two new notifications.

Zayne's gaze drifted up, then back down. He shouldn't be checking his messages right now, but it was you. With a hesitant tap, he opened your messages.

You: Found your love bites

You: [1 image attached]

His breath hitched.

Hickeys.

Four, to be exact.

His eyes roved over the image, his chest suddenly too tight. Zayne was never one for carelessness. He didn't do things like this, especially when those things seemed so juvenile.

But he'd meant those.

Really meant them.

They weren't there for the sake of being there. No, they were deliberate, something he left behind because he wanted you to remember and that was unnerving.

It wasn't him. It wasn't the composed, rational doctor he'd worked so hard to make of himself. But in that moment, he couldn't help himself to the feeling of your skin between his teeth.

You were sweet. A little salty, too. The kind of combination that made it impossible not to go back for more.

He didn't regret it, he was sorry though.

You'd have to cover up your neck for a week. And God help him, something about that thought made his lips curl up with a smile.

It was barely there—just a soft, subtle smile, there nonetheless.

"Zayne."

He blinked, looking up and smoothly sliding his phone back into his pocket. "Yes?" The quiet smile he'd worn just seconds ago had slipped away, almost like it was never there in the first place.

"You're up."

Zayne cleared his throat. "Sorry,” he uttered, standing up and making his way to the front of the conference table, notes in hand.

You should've been long gone by now. Erased from his mind. He had a presentation for God's sake. But you were still there. Making his cheeks warm and his stomach turn.

<3

It'd been a long day.

Zayne stood outside your door now, one hand inches away from your door—debating whether to knock or not—and a small plastic bag with medical supplies in the other hand.

It was late. The smell of hospital still clung to his skin—clean, but not laundry clean. Sterile clean. Like gloves, soap, and a hint of antiseptic.

Zayne took a small breath, finally knocking against your door. He waited, his hand falling to his side. He didn't even tell you he was coming, just texted that he'd get back to you later.

Now he was here, uncharacteristically... nervous? It was hard to tell for what though. To see you maybe? Or maybe, to see the evidence of what you did to him?

Who knew.

His thoughts quickly melted away when you finally opened the door, looking just as soft as you did this morning. You were wearing a loose shirt you'd stolen from him a little bit ago, pj pants, and some fuzzy socks.

How were you always so... what was the word?—endearing?

Your eyes widened a fraction, raking over his form. "Zayne? What are you doing here? You didn't tell me you were coming."

"I know," Zayne answered, his gaze shifting to the bruises on your neck.

He inhaled sharply.

A quiet warmth bloomed in his chest. It was unbidden, unwelcome. But it was there, no matter how hard he tried to will it away.

He liked them too much.

Way too much.

Zayne cleared his throat quietly before holding the bag out. "I brought this for you."

You glanced down, taking the bag and pulling away from the door to let him in. "What is it?"

"Look inside."

You slowly closed the door behind him, then peeked into the small plastic bag. There was some sort of cream, a few instant cold packs, and a thin cloth.

You glanced back up. "Is this...?"

"For the hickeys." Zayne nodded, his voice quieter now.

You let out an airy laugh. "Zayne.. You didn't have to."

"No, but I wanted to." He gently brought his hand to the underside of your arm. "I'm the one who left them." His eyes drifted back to the purple marks, his chest tightening again.

He looked at you again. Waiting.

You smiled. "It's not a big deal. I can do it."

Zayne's grip on your arm tightened just slightly, almost like a silent plea. "Let me help you."

You hesitated for a second. You didn't mind the hickeys, so why was Zayne making such a big deal about it?

Still, it was hard to even think about rejecting his offer when he looked at you like that—with that odd mix of pleading and guilt and something else you couldn't place.

Eventually, you gave in with a sigh. "Fine."

"Thank you." Zayne guided you back to your couch, taking the cold pack and cloth out.

"It's not a magic fix," he murmured, squeezing the bag and shaking it lightly as he sat down beside you. "But it'll help." He wrapped the pack in the small cloth, then gently pressed it to your neck.

You hummed. "Thank you, Zayne."

He shook his head. "Don't thank me. I gave you these.."

He paused, the word just on the tip of his tongue. Why was this so hard to say? He was a doctor, not some boy who just learned how to leave a mark.

"Hickeys," he finished, his voice quiet.

For a moment, you said nothing. Just watched him, taking in the little furrow of his brows and the hard line of his lips.

Was he always so cute when he was guilty?

"You're cute," you blurted.

Zayne paused, his eyes snapping to yours briefly before going back to your neck. "I'm applying first aid."

"Mm. Cute." You smiled.

Zayne paused again, his lips twitching with a gentle smile. You made it impossible not to mirror the small gesture. How could he when you looked at him like that?

So sweet and soft.

For a brief—very brief—moment, he almost wished he wasn't trying to get rid of your hickeys right now. Wished he'd let them last a little longer.

Just almost.

-

a/n: sorry this one was longer 😔

[sdmnpact]

Wrong Bag.

George Clarke x Reader

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I ran to catch the tube as fast as I could. I had a meeting to get to and I just can't be late since I'm presenting my ideas to the head of directors. I finally made it to the underground and found a seat. I was huffing like crazy and probably looked a mess but I really don't care. I'm so nervous, I feel like I'm going to throw up.

"Are you okay?" I heard a voice say. I was staring at my phone, not on my phone, just staring at the black screen. I looked over and saw a tall man holding onto the metal bar. He had a brown curly mullet and nicely groomed facial hair. He was quite handsome and I would certainly have been swooning over him if I wasn't a nervous wreck.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine." I lied. The more time that passed, the more panicked I got. "Are you sure? You look pale." He responded. I quickly turned my phone on and put on the camera. My skin was paler than normal.

"It's alright. Thanks for asking though." I said hoping he would leave me alone. As much as I enjoyed a cute guy talking to me, I wasn't in the mood for this right now. "Here." He handed me a water bottle. I was reluctant to take it but he gave me a cheesy grin and I couldn't resist.

I took the bottle and chugged basically the entire thing. "Feel better?" He asked. I nodded, wiping my mouth. "Thank you." I said again. He looked at me as if waiting for a reason as to why I was feeling like this. I gave in and explained the situation to him.

"Oh. Well, I don't know you but from first impression, I think you're gonna kill it." He encouraged. I gave him a crooked smile not believing a single word. "Thanks but it doesn't help my nerves." I told him, drinking the last bit of water. It actually helped a lot. Speaking to him so casually actually settled my nerves a bit as well.

"Okay so I've talked to Arthur- oh? Who's this?" A guy with a curly black mullet and mustache began. His grooming style almost resembled that of the guy I've been speaking to. The guy, who I've just realized I never asked the name of, began 'introducing me'.

"Oh, well you're definitely going to smash it." The black haired guy said in an energetic tone making me chuckle. I thanked him and checked the time on my phone. The guys began speaking to each other about something, I didn't manage to catch much of it but it was something along the lines of a platform roulette and beer drinking.

"Are you still nervous?" The brown haired man began speaking to me again. I looked up at him, just now noticing the beautiful shade of blue in his eyes. "A little. Meeting you has somehow done wonders for my nerves." I chuckled awkwardly. Why did I say that?

"I seem to have that effect on people." He said with arrogance. I cocked an eyebrow at him. "I'm joking! You see, I am actually very socially awkward and try to find humor in things to lessen the tension." He explained in a matter of fact tone. I nodded, chuckling at how nervous he became. I like this guy, he's funny.

"Anyway, what's your name?" I finally asked. "George, George Clarke." He responded. "Well, nice to actually meet you George, I'm Y/n, Y/n Y/L/N." I said copying his previous response earning a hearty laugh from him. "Are you mocking me?" He faked a hurt expression. "Not mocking, just appreciating." I said back with a smug smile.

We continued talking for quite some time. I got very comfortable with him very fast. This was so strange for me because usually it takes a while to get used to someone but he made it so easy to talk to. I told him about my job and some facts about my life while he explained his. Apparently he's a famous youtuber or as he described, a guy who got lucky being awkwardly funny on the internet. Seems about right for him.

My stop was announced as the next stop and I got up, ready to leave. I completely forgot about how nervous I was until I heard the name of the stop. I didn't want to leave George so soon but I had to rush in order to prepare some more before the big presentation. "Here!" he exclaimed as I made my way towards the doors after saying my goodbyes to him.

"Take my number, just in case you need a good laugh." He smiled widely. My heart fluttered a bit but I shook it off. No time for that right now. I smiled at him and thanked him one last time before I stepped out onto the platform. I held my bag tightly as I made my way up the stairs to the streets of London.

I didn't arrive to the building right away, it was about two blocks over still. I checked my phone, making sure I would have enough time to get there, prepare, and make myself look somewhat presentable. I feel like my clothes are drenched in sweat and my hair is probably a mess since I had to run towards the tube to begin with.

Once I got to the building, I went into the meeting room to prepare. I grabbed my bag and opened it. What the hell? None of my stuff is in here! There was a ton of camera equipment, microphones, and other things I don't know the name of. This isn't my bag!

Crap! What am I gonna do? I don't know whos bag this is! All my papers and my laptop were in that bag. I slumped into one of the many chairs of the meeting room feeling a bit defeated. I sat like that for a minute trying to think. Maybe there's some information on who's bag it is inside.

I looked through every inch of that bag until I found a tag with the name, George Clarke. Of course! I remember he briefly mentioned that he said our bags looked almost identical! I must have grabbed his by mistake. I quickly reached into my pocket for the sticky note he gave me with his number. I dialed it praying that he answers.

"Hello?" His familiar voice said. "George! It's Y/n!" I said enthusiastically, absolutely thrilled that he actually answered. "Couldn't get enough of me, eh?" He said, his voice sounding smug. I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Not that- It's just that I grabbed your bag by mistake and you must have mine! It has all my work in it! Where are you?" I said, worry evident in my voice. "Oh shit!" He exclaimed. I heard rustling over the phone.

"Crap, yeah this is all like business stuff." He said unsure if that's what to call it. "Listen, do you think you could bring me my stuff? I'm already here at the building and I can't go running around London trying to track you down. I'll pay you whatever you want!" I said hoping he would say yes.

"Of course! This is like a real job and it seems really important. Can you text me the location and I'll be there in a few." He responded. I was almost in shambles at how stressful this was but I felt a huge wave of relief come over me as he agreed.

"Thank you. Thank you so much! I'll send it right now!" I replied as we hung up. I sent the message with the address and went to the toilet to make myself look presentable.

A few minutes had passed before I received a phone call from George. "Hey! I'm outside!" He said sounding a bit out of breath. I felt bad that he had to rush over. I'll definitely have to pay him a lot for this inconvenience. "I'll be right out." I said back, rushing towards the doors.

I found him sitting by the huge water fountain in the outside plaza of the building. He had a lime bike and the black haired guy from earlier, I think Bach, was with him.

"Oh my days! You are a life savior! I am so sorry but thank you, you don't know how much this means to me!" I exclaimed basically about ready to attack this guy with hugs and apologies.

"No worries at all! We were pretty close and like I said, this seemed very important." He chuckled extending the bag as I handed him his. I opened it quickly to check if everything was there. He did a good deed but I can't 100% trust him yet. Everything was there and I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding in.

"Okay, so how much do you think is fair?" I said pulling out my wallet. "Oh! No! Please, I don't need money. It was an accident. I'm just glad we were able to sort this out quickly." He said refusing my payment.

"No seriously! I took time out of whatever you were doing for this and this is only fair." I said. "Do you prefer physical money or maybe online?" I asked wondering what his preference was.

"Seriously, it's okay." He chuckled. "Are you sure? I feel really bad about this." I said hoping he would just take the payment.

"Well, if you feel really bad then how about you let me take you out for dinner?" He said. I was a bit taken aback by this. I didn't expect this from him at all. "What!?" I asked again, unsure if I heard him correctly.

"As a form of payment, how about you let me take you out for dinner when you're free? Or you can take me out if you prefer." He said. My jaw must have been on the floor and he must have noticed.

"Unless you don't want to- I didn't mean to be so forward." He said, his confidence dropping and his shyness creeping in. I smiled widely at him. "I'd love to." I told him. "Great! Just text me, or call me, whenever you're free!" He said enthusiastically. "Okay!" I said matching his tone.

We all said our goodbyes and he left with his friend. My stomach was doing somersaults. Now I was nervous for two reasons.

>>>

He was right. I smashed my presentation, I got approval for my projects and everything went surprisingly well. I just got home and slipped into some shorts and an oversized shirt. I did my nightly routine and got into my comfy bed, just about ready to pass out.

My phone buzzed as my head hit the pillow. I lazily flipped over and grabbed my phone from the nightstand. My eyes struggled to adjust to the bright light but once it did, I saw it was a text message. George had texted me. My heart immediately started to flutter.

Blue = George, Pink = Y/n

Did it go well?

Yes. Thanks to my knight in shining armor.

Oh please, you can't give me all the credit but if you must.

Seriously, if you hadn't given me your number, I was screwed lol

Well luckily I knew something like this would happen.

Really?

No... I just thought you were cute...

That's sweet. I think you're cute too.

Now that's sweet, because I know I'm not

Whatever you say

Well I'll leave you to sleep, I suppose you're exhausted.

I am. But I wouldn't mind talking with someone for a while...

Oh? Am I that someone?

No actually, I was hoping you could give me the number of that guy, Bach, was it?

Ha Ha, very funny. Unfortunately he's taken so you're stuck with me.

:(

Oh calm down, I'm not that bad.

Of course you're not. What guy would race across London to hand some random girl her bag that she clumsily left by mistake.

You're right. I'm amazing. 😎

Okay get off your high horse

Oh! That reminds me, we could ride that high horse on our date!

Date? What date?

Oh please, I saw how excited you were.

Maybe.

So?

So what?

So you were excited!

You can't prove that!

Okay, we don't have to go on a date...

Wait!

I knew it!

Oh whatever! You know what, now I'll go to sleep!

Okay goodnight, sleep tight, dream about our date :)

You're annoying

Yeah but you'll get used to it.

[sevsevteen]

Being the only girl in an all-male group wasn’t just physically exhausting - it was emotionally taxing too.

There were moments you felt like you had to work twice as hard just to be seen, moments when ypu quietly stepped aside when the boys shared laughter about things you couldn’t quite relate to, and moments swallowed by your own tears just so no one else would feel burdened.

But you was observant.

If not talking, you were watching. Listening. Learning.

Over the years, you picked up on things that no one else noticed.

You knew Seungcheol hated the silence after an argument - it reminded him of his own pressure as a leader. So you’d hum quietly while folding towels or play a silly video loud enough for him to hear when things got too still.

You knew Wonwoo comforted himself with routine. So when he was upset, you'd nudge his favorite mug into his hands and sit beside him without a word, letting him talk only if he wanted to.

Hoshi needed to move when he was overwhelmed, so you’d tug him into the practice room and dance with him, no matter how tired you were. Even if it was just ridiculous jumping around until both of you were breathless with laughter.

Jeonghan needed reassurance - not in words, but in effort. So you’d help him brush out his hair, straighten his jacket or fix his mic, quietly showing him that you always had his back.

No one really asked you to do any of this. You just… learned. Because while it wasn’t easy being the only girl, these boys were your family.

But knowing them inside and out could also have it's own disadvantages - especially when the others couldn't see what you saw daily. There was a sense of responsibility you held to keep the members grounded, and sometimes things just won't work out.

Just like today,

The practice room was louder than usual. Laughter echoed off the mirrored walls as the members collapsed over one another, teasing Minghao about a behind-the-scenes clip that had gone viral.

“Come on, you were kind of stiff,” You watched Seungkwan chuckle, nudging Minghao with his shoulder.

“Stiff?” Soonyoung snorted. “Let’s just replay it, shall we? For educational purposes.”

The video played again - Minghao in rehearsals, looking a bit off-beat and dazed, clearly tired. The laughter grew louder, piling on, but you sat at the edge, smile fading.

Minghao laughed too, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

He kept his head slightly down, jaw tight, and though the corners of his lips were curled, you could see his fingers twisting the hem of his hoodie—an old habit you knew well.

“Okay, that’s enough,” you said softly.

“Relax, it’s just a joke,” Vernon waved off, still grinning.

“No, really. It’s enough.” Your voice was firmer this time.

You stood, looking directly at them. “He’s tired. He’s been practicing just as hard as everyone else.”

The room went a little quieter, tension flickering in the air. But before anyone could say more, Minghao stood abruptly, grabbing his water bottle.

“I’m gonna get some air,” he said, still smiling, but his voice was rough—like he was holding something back.

The door clicked shut behind him.

No one moved.

You let out a quiet breath, staring at the door.

“You didn’t have to snap,” someone mumbled.

“I didn’t. But he did.”

And that silence? It said everything. Because they all knew she was right.

Behind a joke, sometimes there’s a line—and tonight, they crossed his.

-

[thats-the-biz-babe]

this is just kinda an amalgamation of thoughts with no point to it but. i've been thinking about how the show would explain it if they had buck move on to another love interest next season. and idk how to word this correctly but the thought i'm having is like... if the only given explanation for bucktommy being over and the relationship not being the right one for buck is that tommy was his first boyfriend, for me what that's doing is legitimising the "i'm not your last, i'm your first" which was a statement born out of insecurity! to me the point of that should be tommy was wrong. i need him to be proved wrong.

otherwise... so the moral of the story here is that tommy was right and that buck doesn't understand his own feeings? that he mistook the excitement of the "novelty" of having a boyfriend for having real feelings for someone? that tommy was just a starter boyfriend and buck needs to "try out" other people (because his relationships with women don't count, obviously). biphobia? on the show that won't even let buck say the word bisexual? surprise! but not just that, i'm kinda sick of the whole treating buck like he's not an almost 34 year old man and is instead an impulsive teenage boy who we can't possibly take seriously when he says something about how he's feeling.

ALSO we know that abby was buck's most transformative relationship up until tommy. that i don't disagree with, buck said it himself. but i don't think we should look at it as tommy is only his most transformative relationship because he's a man and he made buck realise he liked men. is that part of it? definitely. but i don't think this was comparable to his other relationships in so many ways. Buck was, as he said, just so comfortable with him. he let tommy look after him and was never made to feel guilty about it. he wanted to move in with him, and while perhaps it was impulsive it wasn't like with taylor where he asked her to avoid telling her something else. he even brought up marriage unprompted! whereas the whole idea of getting engaged to taylor weirded him out. i don't want this relationship to be reduced to the fact that tommy was a man or that he helped buck "figure himself out".

personally i would like it to be made clear that tommy said what he said purely because he was scared of getting his heart broken, not because there was any truth to it. i can't have this end with buck going "yeah, guess he was right". the important points are, 1, he's not his first, and 2, it doesn't fucking matter if he was. I'm not even saying he HAS to end up with tommy. do i think he should? yes. do i think it would be a massively wasted opportunity and a stupid decision if not? yes. but the point is that if he decides to move on all of a sudden after holding on to these feelings for so long, i want to be given a better reason it couldn't work out 🤷‍♂️

(oh, and just adding that as a tommy enjoyer, i don't like leaving him believing that he isn't good enough, and then having that confirmed when buck moves on with someone "better". but whatever.)

[fluff-lover]

Four times | Logan x fem!Reader

Four times Logan tried to propose to you. And the one he finally did it.

This is a little story inside the “Healing touch” universe. It can be read as chapter 7 or by itself.

Logan couldn't remember the last time he was this stressed, this nervous. He had been terrified of the idea of marriage, yet there was no doubt in his mind you were the one for him. 

The first time he tried to propose, he decided to do it the classic way: at a restaurant, after a fancy dinner. Getting down on one knee and going the whole nine yards. Not really his thing, but he wanted it to be perfect for you.

So the whole thing was nerve-wracking: taking the next step, getting you a ring, planning the date, getting reservations, all that without getting you to suspect anything. 

That was harder than any mission he’s ever been on…

That night you looked stunning. You put on a dress and got all dolled up just for him. In all honesty he felt like he fell short next to you. Even in his best clothes, he didn’t come anywhere close to being as elegant as you. What did he ever do to deserve you? His little angel on earth… 

That didn’t keep him from showing you proudly as he walked into the restaurant with you by his arm. He held out the chair for you, the waiter took your order, and you had a lovely dinner together.

It wasn’t until dessert that Logan started getting really nervous. His palms were sweating, his heartbeat skyrocketed, his mouth went dry. Just as you were enjoying your chocolate he decided it was the right time. 

His hand reached the box in his pocket and went to get up when…

The fire alarm went off.

The sprinklers in the ceiling activated and water started coming down like a summer rain.

Some kid had set a napkin on fire with the candle in a centerpiece. 

And that’s how you and Logan ended up outside the restaurant, Logan looking like a grumpy, wet cat, while you tried to squeeze the water off your dress.

“What a way to end the night, huh?” You asked, trying to keep things light.

Logan sighed, defeated.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, this is not what I had planned for us.”

You took his hand and kissed his cheek.

“Hey, it’s okay. Tonight was perfect, actually. You really planned a beautiful date.” You said and smiled.

To Logan you never looked more beautiful before: hair wet, mascara running down your cheeks… He could propose right there and then, but he wanted it to be perfect. 

You deserved a perfect proposal.

So Logan took you back home with no ring on your finger.

-

The second time he tried to propose was during the 4th of July. The Professor had the staff plan an amazing party in the backyard at the mansion. Food, drinks (a few beers for the grown-ups) and fireworks. In fact there would be a firework show at the end of the night, and while Logan hated loud sounds, the idea of him going down one knee while the sky lit in a dozens of colors was too tempting to pass.

He just needed to act normal until midnight, which was starting to feel impossible.

Logan was helping the other guys with the BBQ when suddenly you appeared with a scowl on your face.

“James Logan Howlett!” you called out, and the group of men went silent.

“Oh-uh…” Scott whispered.

“You asked the Professor to leave me out of the Alaska mission?!”

For months the X-Men had been tracking a group of anti-mutant terrorists until they found them hiding in Alaska. It was the right time to hit so they boarded the jet and left to catch them. You were supposed to go with them but the Professor held you back, telling you there were other matters you needed to take care of, which was a complete lie.

In reality Logan had begged Xavier to leave you out of the mission, too worried that you could get caught in the crossfire. This group was known for being extremists and they never left survivors. Logan wouldn't let his Angel come anywhere near them.

You weren't supposed to find out.

Logan sighed and gently pushed you away from the group, as this should be a private conversation.

“Who told you?” 

“Oh, so you’re not denying it!” you said.

“No, I'm not.” Logan pinched the bridge of his nose. “It was too dangerous, I couldn’t risk it.”

You huffed and crossed your arms.

“You're unbelievable! How long will it take for you to realize I can take care of myself?”

“I know you can take care of yourself, but this was different, alright?”

When the mission was announced Logan told you you weren't coming with them, saying it was too dangerous. That led to one of the worst fights you ever had, and now it felt like it was repeating all over again. You had been so adamant that you could help the team that Logan felt like he had no other choice but to ask the Professor to pull you out of the mission.

And by “asking,” he meant threatening. Logan told Xavier that he would leave the mansion and take you with him, dropping the X-Men entirely just for your safety. Xavier knew better but decided to indulge him. 

Sadly for Logan things don't usually remain a secret for long at the mansion. Xavier told Jean the truth when she questioned his order, then she told Scott, who told his brother Alex. And of course Alex went straight to you with this information.

That little shit...

And that's why you marched to Logan at the party and started a scene.

“Different how?”

“It was too much of a risk! I can't lose you!” Logan insisted.

“You're SO unfair!” You stomped your foot like a kid.

“Why? Because I don't let you play hero with the rest of them?” Logan scoffed, knowing damn well you wanted to be a useful team member to the X-Men.

“You asshole! Don't you get it? You say you can't lose me, but I'm supposed to be okay with you going? I'm scared of losing you too, you dumbass!” You were yelling at this point. “You don’t think I worry when you leave for a mission? I want to be there too, to make sure you're okay.”

“I can heal.” Logan said.

“So do I! Why is it different for me?!” You insisted. 

“Because I love you!” Logan replied.

“I love you too, you idiot!”

“I'm confused…” Scott said while watching from afar. “Are they fighting or what?”

“But I never loved anyone like this before!” Logan said. “If something were to happen to you, I don't know what I would do! I wouldn't want to live anymore, and it's a fucking joke that I can't die!”

Your lip trembled at the weight of his confession.

“I get what you're saying Lo, I really do. But you can't keep me here locked up. You need to trust that I'm capable of doing my part. I'm an X-Man too and my place is next to my team.” You watched as Logan hung his head low. “Talking to the Professor behind my back was wrong. You went too far.” You shook your head.

“Sweetheart…” Logan reached out for you, but you stepped back.

“No, Lo, I need some space tonight.” You said sadly before walking away.

Proposing to you that night was out of the question.

You watched the fireworks from your bedroom window and cried as you held the stuffed panda Logan won for you at the fair.

Logan didn't stay to watch.

It's safe to say that Logan worked hard for your forgiveness. The proposal was placed on hold until he was sure things between the two of you were okay again.

-

The third time happened a while after. Logan waited to make sure your relationship was strong and steady before trying again.

It didn’t take you too long to patch things up with Logan: he apologized, you had mind blowing sex, and everything was right in the world. But Logan needed to win your trust again and he worked hard for it. He supported you during missions but didn’t meddle in your work—and even let you lead your own team when necessary.

Still, he waited a few months until your next anniversary to pop the question. For the occasion Logan planned a little picnic in the garden, close to your usual bench.

Everything was going well: candles were lit, food was served, and you sat on the blanket looking pretty and all dolled up for him, Logan could die right there and he would die a happy man. He just needed to ask you a question first.

But just as he was about to prop himself up on his knee and pull out the ring, Ororo and Scott showed up in a hurry.

“We have to go! There’s an emergency!” Scott said.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, quickly getting up.

“Mutants under attack, we’ll tell you more in the jet, let’s go!” Ororo said. You quickly followed them, leaving Logan looking confused and annoyed.

“You coming?” You asked, seeing he wasn’t getting up.

“Do we have to?” He groaned.

“Since when are you one to pass on a mission?” you asked, both teasingly and confused.

You had a good point.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming.” Logan said while getting up.

Just as he stood up you walked to him and kissed him hard.

“What was that for?” Logan asked breathlessly. You smiled and played with his dog tags.

“To thank you for this lovely date.” You shrugged. 

“Which we didn’t get to finish…” He said.

“That’s fine. All I see is the effort you put into it, and I’m so thankful.” You pecked his lips. “I love you, Lo.”

“I love you too, angel.” He smiled softly.

The proposal would have to wait.

Again.

-

By the fourth time Logan had learned his lesson: no interruptions allowed.

So as soon as you came back from the mission he whisked you away to a secluded cabin in the woods by a lake. It was always a dream of his to take you to a place like this.

Quiet mornings, fire burning in the fireplace, hot cocoa and marshmallows… It was like a Christmas card. It reminded him a little of the bed and breakfast you two stayed at in Alberta. And the best part? you were completely alone. It was perfect!

But the very first night Logan almost had a meltdown. He placed the ring in his toiletry bag, thinking it was the safest place to keep it, since you never went through it. But somehow in the hurry to get you out of the mansion he seemed to forget the bag at home.

“What? No…no no nononono…” Logan panicked as he went through his bag without success.

“Everything okay?” You asked as you stepped into the bedroom, having heard him panicking.

Logan sighed and rubbed his face.

“Yeah, everything’s fine…” He replied tiredly, hands on his hips.

You frowned and stepped closer.

“Talk to me.” You said wrapping your arms around his waist.

“S’nothing, I forgot something at home.”

“Maybe we can drive to town and get you a new one? Whatever it is…”

“Nah, it’s fine. It can wait.” Logan said. He waited this long, he could wait a bit more. He was just disappointed in himself.

-

Despite the failed attempt, the cabin didn’t go to waste. You and Logan had a very romantic week ahead. Long walks around the lake, looking at the stars at night, roasting marshmallows by the fire. Logan pulled all the stops to make sure you had a wonderful time together.

As a result you felt like the luckiest person in the world. 

One sunny morning you woke up before Logan, which didn’t happen often, so you took your chance to watch him for a moment. He was breathtaking, painfully beautiful, and you couldn’t believe this god of a man was laying next to you, one arm wrapped around your waist. You just couldn’t stop yourself, after a moment you reached up and kissed him on the lips, slowly waking him up.

“Mmmorning.” He whispered sleepily.

“Good morning, handsome.” you smiled and pecked his lips again. “Slept good?”

“Very good.” He hummed. “After so many years plagued by nightmares, you’re just what I needed.” He said pulling you closer for another kiss. “How about you?”

“I slept very well.” You sighed happily. “Mostly because you tired me out last night.” you added in a cheeky tone.

Logan smirked and gave your ass a playful pinch.

“I didn’t hear you complain last night.” He said.

“Never.” you smiled and nipped at his chin playfully. “Oh! Your beard is getting out of control.” You added while caressing his jawline.

Logan sighed and rubbed his face.

“I know. I was planning on shaving here but I forgot my bag with my shaver at home.” He said annoyed to himself, leaving out the part about having your ring in said bag.

“Oh! No, I forgot to mention it, I brought it, it’s in my suitcase.”

Alarms went off in Logan’s head.

“What?” He said sitting up on the bed in a panic.

You blinked, confused by his sudden mood change.

“I saw you left it on the bed, so I just put it in my suitcase. I totally forgot to tell you, I’m sorry.”

“Did you look inside?” Logan asked as he kicked the covers off his legs and rushed to your suitcase.

“No… why?” you sat up as well. 

Logan found his bag and quickly went through his things. At the very bottom of it was the little velvet box and Logan felt like it was mocking him.

“Is something wrong?” You asked with a frown.

Logan pulled out the ring box, but you didn’t see it, since he had his back facing you. He opened the bag and stared at the ring.

After so many failed attempts Logan didn’t know if he could go another day without asking you. He wanted you to be his wife, and if he kept waiting for the right moment, that moment may never come.

He looked at you over his shoulder and fell in love with you all over again.

There you were, sitting on the bed, hair all messy and sleep still covering your eyes. Your skin glowed with the warm morning light. Your lips were red and bruised after last night's activities.

You looked perfect. The moment was perfect.

“Fuck it.” Logan said before walking to you and sitting on the edge of the bed. You gasped when you saw the ring box in his hand. “Sweetheart, my angel…” He took your hand. “I tried so many times to tell you how I feel about you and ask you a very important question, but I don’t think I can wait any longer. I wanted to make sure I did it right, that it was a proposal you’d never forget.”

By then, your eyes were filled with tears, and your lips trembled in anticipation.

“I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you… however long that is.” He said and you giggled. As far as you knew, Logan could reach the 500 years mark. It remained to be seen. “Darling, would you marry me?”

“YES!” You said before pulling him for a kiss. You wanted to say yes the second you saw the ring, but you also wanted to give him time to ask properly.

Once you broke the kiss, Logan rested his forehead against yours and sighed happily.

“I’m sorry it wasn’t a romantic proposal after a fancy dinner…”

“It was perfect.” You reassured him. “It was… you. So very you. A bit impulsive.” You giggled. “Very romantic, even if you don’t agree.” You caressed his face and he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I guess.”

Logan pulled the ring out of the box and placed it on your finger. You looked at it lovingly and smiled.

“I can’t wait to be your wife.”

Logan got on the bed and pulled you down with him.

“And I can’t wait to be your husband. I think I waited way too long.”

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[jillsandwhichs]

Our Future Days

Joel Miller x Reader series, Chapter 15, Announcements

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Pairing: F!Reader x Joel Miller

Summary: It seems that everyone in Jackson knows about yours and Joel's newly found romantic relationship.

WC: 1.1k

Type: SFW

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you

It doesn't feel real - the fact that you and Joel are together now. If anything, you don't even believe it. It seriously took over two decades for it to happen and within those two that you guys were apart, you thought that you'd never even see him again. The universe has a funny way of making fate work.

You and Joel have taken these last few days to just digest everything. It's a big deal, honestly. Neither of you have been in relationships for a long time and now you're both fully committing to one. You're praying you won't mess it up like you have before with other men. Joel truly means so much to you and it'd hurt you deeply if anything went wrong between you both.

Back to the subject matter though, it doesn't feel real. Like, it isn't reality. Well, that's how you felt, until you realized something:

Literally all of those who reside in Jackson are talking about it.

Admittedly, it is annoying. You didn't think the word would spread so fast and let alone that anyone would give a fuck. Of course, you were wrong. Joel had told Ellie about it who, of course, made it a big deal and began to tease Joel about it non-stop. She must've yapped about it to her little friends such as Jessie and Dina. As for yourself, you let Tommy & Maria know - which they definitely couldn't contain their excitement for you two.

While it isn't a bad thing, it's a bit of an irritation that word is going out so quickly. You had hoped it would just pass by and be forgotten. However, you literally can't leave your guy's house without someone questioning you. "What's he like as a boyfriend?" "How long have you two been dating for?" "Is he a good boyfriend?" And so on, and so on.

You wish you two had the right to privacy. Jackson is no different from that of a suburb though; Everyone will be nosey and in your business. At the same time, it's sort of... Nostalgic? Reminds you of being back home. Everyone knew everything about everyone. It sort of just brings back that sleezy vibe, that is all.

Anyhow, you're at the floral shop right now. It's been opened in Jackson long before you even got here and you've made a mutual status of friendship with the owner, Loretta, since you began coming here weekly. You pick up fresh sets of flowers to have in your and Joel's home. It adds a comforting feeling to the house, at least you feel it does.

Your fingers stopped tapping on the front counter as Loretta entered the spot behind it once again with the few flowers she got for you with a temporary paper vase. You think these look lovely, better than last week's even. "Loretta, you've outdone yourself again." You complimented her artistry and gazed at the flowers. "Oh dear, thank you." The older woman blushed at your words.

Of course, in these times, money isn't a currency anymore. Now, you pay with whatever Loretta requests. Last week, all she asked for was a sweater - hers became too dirty to continue wearing. You obliged - you traded a blanket for it with a fellow towns member. "Alrighty." You mumbeld before pulling up the sweater and placing it on the counter. "How's that?" You asked, wanting her honest review of it.

It's a plain baby blue but has a knitted flower on it. Very much her style. You're surprised you didn't have to trade more for it. "Oh it is spectacular!" Loretta nodded and folded it back up, sticking it beneath the counter. "Thank you darling, I adore it. These flowers will go great in yours and Joel's home, I just know it." "They sure will." You nodded and picked them up.

You went to speak up before Loretta did first, her face going soft as she talked. "So, is it true?" "Hmm?" "You and Joel? Are you two really together?" You giggled and nodded. "We sure are." You didn't mind Loretta asking one bit. She's a sweetheart. "Oh, that's just wonderful. That's what we need more of around here - love." Damn, she isn't wrong. "You don't gotta tell me twice." You smiled with joy and nodded.

"I'll see you next week Loretta, take care!" You said as you left her shop. She waved goodbye and said, "You two! Tell Joel I said hello!" Of course, you'll let him know.

-

Traversing into the inside of your guy's house, you closed the door behind you and walked into the kitchen. You saw Joel standing in front of the kitchen window, sipping his coffee. He must've woken up only a little bit ago. To be fair, it's early. You're an early bird. You smirked when you seen him and smiled even more when he looked back at you with a soft look; A look of love.

"Wondered where you was." He said in a deep, gruffly voice. Yep, definitely just woke up. You set the flowers down on the counter and ambled over to him, rubbing your hands all over his tense shoulders as you also kissed them. "Went to Loretta's shop - our flowers were dying out." "Mm." Joel murmured as you smooched along his upper back. For him, it felt like pure heaven.

Joel set his cup of coffee down and turned to face you, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you close. You tittered and swathed your arms around his neck. "I missed you." You whispered, leaning up and kissing his cheek. He smirked but tried to hide it. He still hasn't gotten used to the amount of affection you give him. "Missed you two baby." Joel replied, kissing the top of your head and holding you close.

"Guess what." "Hmm?" "You know how everyone can't seem to shut up about us? Yeah well, even Loretta asked. Of course I told her about it because well, she isn't a bother but it just made me laugh." You spoke gently. Joel smiled and nodded, using his thumbs to caress your waist. "Goodness," He bellowed, "Whole damn world goin' hear about us then, huh?" He chuckled and let you go.

He glanced down at the flowers. "Pretty. What'd you trade for them?" "A sweater. Loretta really wanted a new one." "Good. You're a sweet girl." Joel praised you and smirked. You smiled and blew him a kiss, causing him to chortle. "You're killin' me." He laughed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Oh haha." You joked before pouring yourself a cup of coffee now.

You could truly get used to this.

Truly.

[nakidoriii]

HII Nakidoriii! Love your fics! I’m not sure if you’re taking any requests right now, but I do have an idea! Feel free to ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable or if you’re not open to requests, no worries at all!

So I was thinking of another drabble (hehe), but if you’re still working on the first one, feel free to skip this for now! It’s a BLLK idea! I was wondering—how would the BLLK boys react if they walked in on the reader trying on lingerie? Like, the reader’s just doing it for fun, not expecting anyone to see, and boom, they walk in mid-change! You can pick whichever characters you want and however many you like! ❣️ Hope you like the idea! 💋❤️🩷

I seriously LOVE your fics! I’m always excited to see more of your work. Please don’t ever stop writing—your fics give me butterflies every time! 😩 Your writing is so special. Love you and your fics so much!! Also, please don’t forget to take care of yourself, okay? You matter so much, so treat yourself with love and rest up too! 💓😘 Wishing you all the happiness in the world! 🩷❤️💋

omg hiiii <3 this is my first bllk request and I am so thankful for it to be from an angel like you!!! so sorry it took me forever! I kept it pretty fluff-ish because I wasn't sure if you wanted smut! Before I begin I just want to thank you for the sweetness in your message ugh a real life earth angel :) thank you for reading and I hope you like this one!

All characters are aged up 18+

Isagi

Isagi would get so red in the face and immediately cover his eyes.

"I'm s-so sorry, Y/N. I should have knocked."

Fears that you hate him for barging in.

Once you both calm down, you invite him in the room to get his opinion on it.

"You look incredible... Are you sure you only invited me in here to look?"

He doesn't even try hiding his boner as he asks that question.

His demeanor changes reeeaalll quick once you say he can touch.

Shidou

Shidou is staring unapologetically and feels as if he has the right to look.

"This is all for me, right? It's thoughtful but you can skip the lingerie. I'd prefer what's underneath."

After you throw pillows at him (that he catches while his eyes stay glued to you), you tell the egoist that you were just trying it on with no intention of wearing it or him seeing it.

Shidou is not buying that excuse and pries deeper into the situation.

"So why'd you buy it?" He touches the tags hanging off the back of your lace panties. "Pretty expensive thing to wear for no one to see?"

He eventually gets the truth out of you.

"Like I said, I prefer what's underneath." (You know where this is going lmaooo)

Bachira

Bachira doesn't register that you're wearing less clothes than usual.

"I've never seen you in that color before. It looks cool." He says taking a seat on your bed and looking at his phone.

You ask if he even feels a little uncomfortable that his friend is practically naked in front of him.

"I'm naked in front of my friends all the time."

He later realized what you meant when he talked it over with Isagi. He was so flustered he couldn't look you directly in the eyes for 3 days.

Kunigami

Kunigami is profusely apologizing for barging in as he closes his eyes.

"That was completely an accident."

He fears you think he's not a gentleman and he only is friends with you for the wrong reason.

Once you calm down, you ask if he would be okay to give an opinion on it.

"If you want me to.... I can."

He actually gives good feedback but is stuttering and messing up his words.

Please don't alter or steal my writings ©️

[maboroshi-no]

Hamefura Manga Vol 5 Animate Bonus SS

Series: My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom! Author: Satoru Yamaguchi Source: Manga Vol 5 Bonus (Animate) Synopsis: Katarina tries on Keith's clothes for cosplay. Translation: maboroshi-no

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I, Katarina Claes, was staring at the table in my room, thinking with my arms folded. 

Katarina: No matter how I look at it, they are Keith's clothes.

That's right. Those clothes were the everyday clothes of my little brother Keith.

A new servant probably brought them here by mistake after doing laundry. Once they realized their mistake, they would probably bring them to Keith's room, but… Wasn't that my chance? Now I wanted to try them on.

Ah, no, it wasn't for some weird reason; it was simply for cosplay…Hmm, that might sound plenty weird too, actually? Anyway, this was the world of the otome game I played in my past life, and Keith was a capture target in it. In other words, those clothes were, so to speak, the costume of a capture target. When I thought about this, the desire to try it on for cosplay bubbled up.

In my past life, cosplay was out of reach for me because, being a student, I didn't have money. So I had yearned for it just a little bit. In this life, I had indeed worn cosplay-like costumes like dresses and others, but the clothes of a capture target were a completely different matter. Alright, I'll just try on his jacket for a bit.

And so, I put on Keith's jacket.

Katarina: Oooh! It is unexpectedly big!

The jacket was unexpectedly big, so it looked oversized on me, and I couldn't get my hands out. Even though we weren't so different when we were little, it seemed like my little brother had grown up so much before I knew it.

Katarina: Hmmm, if it's so oversized, it won't feel like cosplaying.

For now, I struck up a pose in front of the mirror, but it felt off. This kind of thing was probably fun when making clothes that matched our sizes, not when wearing the clothes of the person. As I felt a little dejected, I heard a knock on my door.

Keith: Are you here, Big Sister? Can I come in?

Keith seemed to have come to see me. As always, I told him, "Sure, come in". Then Keith came in, saw me wearing his jacket, and froze up.

Keith: …Big Sister, you're wearing…

Katarina: Ah!

That's right! I was wearing Keith's jacket and pretending to cosplay him. I completely forgot about it.

Katarina: Ah, umm, I just tried it out of curiosity… But as you see, it looks oversized on me. You have grown so big, Keith.

I flusteredly said this, but for some reason, Keith hung his head down and started trembling.

"He'll get mad at me again!" I resigned myself to this, but… for some reason, Keith just turned on his heels and left my room.

Katarina: …Huh? What's with him? Oh, well, I'm glad he didn't get mad at me.

After that, I took off his jacket, carefully folded it, and put it back on my table.

[imcuriousokay]

Well it has been a few days since i posted the first half..? of my dream and now that i feel much better (after i got a high fever going through the rain to get home faster! seriously don't do that i was a miserable little bitch.)

It is time for me to hopefully finish it!

So as Tommy was holding a sleeping Buck, Buck had this Andy Herrera dream-ish kinda thing going on after her dad died. And he saw Bobby.

"Bobby? You're here" He said as he ran to Bobby's arms.

"hey there kid, i'm here" he said with a fond smile while holding Buck tightly.

The two of them were suddenly sitting infront of a camp fire.

"You left... you just left"

"I'm sorry Buck... it was either Chimney or me or both of us. And as captain its my responsibility to keep my firefighters to come home safe. and i choose to do the right thing"

"I-i know... but we could've done something for you Cap..." Buck was already tearing up.

"You did your best, you always do Buck. And know that i am so proud of you" Buck couldn't say anything but just let the tears fall down his face. "I am so sorry it had to end this way, but i want you to know to matter where you are i'm always here for you. Just in a bit different way this time." Buck just stared at Bobbby with tears in his eyes

"I never said it back..." he finally said, voice trembling.

"You don't have to kiddo i already know"

"Well i'm still gonna say it now anyway.. Love you too Pops" they had a little laugh together.

They were suddenly in Buck's old loft for some reason in my dream idk why. They had cups filled with warm tea as they continued to talk. "Can i say something?"

"I'm all ears kiddo"

"I think you're wrong"

"In what way?"

"That i'll be okay... and that they would need me" Bobby smiled sadly at him. "You will be okay Buck, and they will need you. Maybe not right now, but they will. Right now... i just need you to mourn... it's okay to be sad heck.. i'm dead and i'm sad that i have to die... Don't think that your pain or sadness doesn't matter, because it does"

"Eddie doesn't seem to think that"

"Well he's wrong, and i get that he is hurt too... but that's just not it. I might have to visit him to share a piece of my mind" the both chuckled and Bobby looks at the cup of tea infront of him.

"But i was making it all about me wasn't i?"

"Buck you are mourning, and other than Athena i was the last person to talk to you... I think you deserve to have it about you"

"Okay i guess..."

"I know you don't believe it right now, but you will... So mourn" Bobby had a face like it was weird that he had to give 'permission' for Buck to mourn, but he figures if he doesn't Buck might not ever let himself mourn. Because he just knows Buck like that.

They moved again to Bobby and Athena's new house.

"It's beautiful isn't it?"

"Yeah, it's very Bobby and Athena" They were both silent again, before Buck speaks up. "You don't need to worry Cap, i'll look after Athena and the kids for you"

"I know... and i am eternally grateful for that, but talking about worry" Buck looks at him with a raised eyebrow. And then they were suddenly back at Tommy's house more specifically Tommy's bedroom where he could see himself fast asleep in Tommy's arms, and his heart breaks when he sees Tommy staring at his sleeping form with tears in his eyes. "He seems to worry about you a lot huh?"

"Yeah... yeah he does"

"I'm glad you guys are back together, it's like i said before. Tommy is good people, he's good for you" Buck could only nod as he stares at the man that was holding him like he was the most precious thing in his life. "When you are the mall... before you bought your present for him, i know you were looking at that ring. I think it looks beautiful"

"We're taking it slow Bobby"

"I know... but you know what else that i know of? that you can't see anybody else to spend the rest of your life with" Bobby puts his hand around Buck and gave him a half hug. "Yeah... he's it Bobby"

"Then what are you waiting for kid?"

"I don't know... maybe for the mall to get rebuild first? So i could go there and buy it" Bobby chuckles. "Trust me when i say you will get it faster than that?"

"And how do you even know?"

"I have my ways" Buck starts hugging Bobby back. His face smushed to Bobby's neck while tears start forming again.

"I'm sad that your gone, but for you i'll do my best to keep on moving. I know that you know, well that we both know that you're not my real dad. But i love you like you are my real dad" He felt the stutter in breath while Bobby hugs him tighter. "I love you like your my real kid too kiddo" Bobby says before he started laughing a bit.

Buck pulls away looking at him like he's weird. "What?"

"You know... when you were fighting for your life after the lightning strike. May and i had a conversation and she said Athena brought two kids into the marriage, and i brought one. You" the two starts laughing together,

"She wasn't wrong... such a smart kid..."

"I mean Athena's her mom so..." he shrugged before the laughed together again.

Buck looks at Bobby and he realizes he's starting to fade.

"Is this really goodbye?" More tears start falling down his face.

"Only for now kiddo, always know i'm here with you. Not physically but in here" Bobby puts his hand over Buck's heart, while he starts to fade even more.

"You're gonna be okay kid, love you" And then he vanished.

AAAAAAAAAAA

Tommy wiped away sleeping Buck's tears the best he could while gently stroking his hair.

He went still when Buck starts to murmur in his sleep. Thinking maybe he was about to wake up. But when he heard Buck murmur in his sleep.

"Love you too Bobby... i'll mourn you, but i'll be okay...you don't need to worry. I'll take care of Athena and the kids" he watches as a few more tears fall from Buck's eyes before he seem to settle back into a deep sleep, with a little smile on his face.

For some reason Tommy feels like something was lifted from Buck and now he sees the love of his life falling into a deep peaceful sleep for the first time in a very very long time.

He didn't know what happened, he looked up to his ceiling and whispered. "I'll take care of him... you don't need to worry" Before he adjusts himself into a more comfortable position to sleep. As he was drifting off. he thought he heard a familiar voice saying. "Thank you"

AAAAAAA

A YEAR LATER

(Honestly idk how long it was after this but for some reason i think it was a year later. So yeah it's a year later)

"Are you ready Buckaroo?" Athena asks him as she helps him straightened up his suit one last time. Buck took a deep breath to calm down his nerves, and as they stand next to each other Athena offers her hand for Buck to looping his hand in the crook of her elbow. "There is nothing in this world that i have ever been more than ready than this, Thena" She gave him a smile that said. "I'm so happy and proud of you kid"

"Uhm.. Thena? Thank you for doing this for me" he said his voice getting tight with the tears that are threatening to escape his eyes.

"Baby, i'm honoured that you pick me. And i know if Bobby were here he would be honoured that you picked me to stand in his stead" If Athena's eyes were a bit shiny, Buck will not point that out.

They both perked up when they heard the music starting. Buck took a deep breath before looking at Athena with a warm smile. "Let's get you married okay baby?" Buck laughs and says okay before the doors open revealing the aisle Athena was going to walk him.

"Yeah, let's get married!"

AAAAAAAAAAAAA

My dream skips again and they were having the couples first dance. Buck had his head in the crook of Tommy's neck and shoulder and his husband's (God his husband's!!!)head leaning on to his while they slow danced through their song hearts full of love and happiness.

When the dance floor was flooded with other people, his eyes for some reason went to Athena who was sitting with May and Harry and he swore he saw Bobby standing right behind her with a big proud smile on his face and his eyes full of proud tears. But he blinked then he was no longer there. "Sweetheart?" he heard his husband call him.

"Uh yeah?"

"are you okay?"

"Uh... uhm... i thought i saw Bobby..." he said, his eyes were glassy again. And Tommy just smiles in understanding. "I guess he couldn't stay away for his eldest kid wedding huh?"

"Y-yeah..." Buck looks at his husband with a grateful smile. How did he get such an amazing man again?

"Well... i'm gonna say this. Hopefully he will hear it from far away. Bobby thank you coming to our wedding, it's the biggest gift that we could ever ask for. And thank you for loving my husband like he is your own. I'm proud to be Evan Buckley-Kinard's husband, and i promise you i will always love him and take care of him. You don't need to worry, he'll be well taken care of!" Goddamit! he really is an amazing husband. Buck leans in to kiss his husband and they share a sweet kiss.

When they broke apart he leans againts Tommy and whispered. "Thanks for telling me to marry him Bobby, he's the best thing that has ever happened to me" before they start slow dancing again.

Right behind his beloved wife Athena, with both his hands on her shoulders he whispers back.

"You're welcome kiddo!" with teary eyes.

THE END.

I woke up sobbing like a baby, and i couldn't function that day. Haven't done that since my dog came to my dreams after he died. so yeah.... i feel empty now

Part [1] of my dream btw

[franky-y]

bath time 🛁

[coquelicoq]

i fucking love prereading. getting documents about what's going to be discussed in a meeting and reading them and then going to the meeting and having context for all the things that are happening. if i could do this in all areas of life i would. send me a list of the words i'm going to need the definition of in order to understand what you will be talking about. give me a rundown of what topics might come up during this social encounter. provide detailed documentation of what to expect in a new setting. i will read the fuck out of that shit.

[balkanballad]

had a day that made me think oh that was a bit heavy on the symbolism, wasn't it

[the-casbah-way]

sometimes being so overly sensitive makes it hard to function like how do people do it. today we drove past three dead pheasants and i'm expected to be fine about the fact that they died alone and in pain and everyone keeps driving as if they never mattered. as if they didn't live and breathe and think. ok