#it does amuse me looking at these now that I've got two drinks in a row

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: June 14

“Whiskey Sour" by Kane Brown

[devilfruitwriter]

falls in love easily {Taz Skylar}

Summary: Life comes at you fast, and often in uncertain ways, at least that's what you find yourself thinking when it's almost five in the morning and you're waiting for the cast of the upcoming Live Action One Piece Netflix show in their makeup trailer, and you realise you might have finally found your people. (And the way you try not to think about how you might genuinely be falling for the actor who you've been joking about being in love with since day one.)

Need to Know: They/Them Reader. Makeup Artist!Reader. Fluff through vignettes. No use of Y/N.

A/N: 3424 words. Unedited and probably a mess but I love him your honor. Now idk if it's good, but I hope you enjoy it. There's mentions of drinking. Let me know what you think, or if you have any prompts for Taz or any of the rest of the cast! <3

Taglist is always open, please comment or message me to be added! xx

Taz has started bringing you coffee, and damn if you don't love him for it.

"Don't let it go to your head; they love everyone," Emily rolls her eyes but her expression is fond. You stick your tongue out at her, still cradling your steaming take away cup with both your hands, looking between them in the makeup trailer they share with you and Emily's makeup artist.

"Yeah but me the most," Taz sits a little higher in his chair, his smug little smile is levelled at his co-star, though you see his gaze flick to you and the grin you're trying to hide behind the rim of your cup, "that's the point of the coffee, isn't it?"

"You have a few other redeeming qualities," you chime in, struggling not to laugh at the whole situation, especially as Taz makes a show of practically preening at your decidedly backhanded praise.

"Told ya," he's outright beaming now, "loves me the most, as they should."

"As I should?" You hear the disbelief in your own voice rise as you lower your cup, crossing your free hand over your chest.

"Obviously," Taz, however, does not seem phased by your indignance, looking at you with wide, bright eyes, like it's the most simple thing in the world, "you're my makeup artist, if you loved one of them more I'd consider that a great betrayal of our bond."

Emily can no longer contain her laughter.

You take a moment to ponder and sip the coffee he'd brought you, mulling over his words.

"I've known Emily longer," you pointed out, though Taz shook his head, managing to keep his composure and keep up with the bit.

"And I've worked with other makeup artists in the past; what matters is the here and now," he says with an almost believable sincerity, "and here and now, I love you the most, and I buy you coffee, and I'm gonna be real sad if you don't say it back." Endeared by his antics, the words tumble from you -

"Of course I love you the mostest -"

"- the mostest! -" he echoes under his breath with a pleased kind of triumph.

"- the mostest? -" Emily, however, has her whole face scrunched up, muttering amid her laughter like she can't quite believe she'd heard you say that.

"Of course I love Taz the mostest -" you doubled down, now outright grinning, "not that it should have to be stated; this is a well established love affair we've got going on here, was that not clear?" Gesturing between yourself and Taz, who's once again looking particularly pleased with the bit, the two of you share an amused look before both turning to Emily in the makeup chair beside you both. She gives you both a thin, amused smile, her laughter having died down.

"Oh it's clear," she smirks at him, "considering that even Kiki won't swap trailers with me -" though there's no real malice behind it.

"You have not asked Kiki to swap with you," Taz rolled his eyes good-naturedly, "you love us."

"And we love you," you assured her, playing up the saccharine quality of your voice once more.

"But not as much as you love each other," she pointed out.

"Obviously," Taz nodded, right as you agreed;

"That goes without saying."

(Later, when you ask him how he takes his coffee, he cracks an eye open where he's relaxing as you're laying his wig for the day, slight smile on his lips, telling you that's not how this works.

Music fills the little trailer in the in-between moments, loud enough that Emily and her own makeup artist can't hear the specifics of your conversation. You give pause, waiting for the spirit gum to dry, echoing his words back to him as a question, amused at his apparent courteousness. He nods, now watching you, as if confused by your question.

"How am I meant to let you know I love you otherwise?" You snickered, playing off the earlier joke. It did the trick, however, as he huffed a quiet laugh of his own. Still, he tells you how he takes his coffee, and you, triumphant, turn to the counter for your next product.

"Or you could just say," he adds after a moment, and you can't help but freeze. You don't even need to be looking at him to hear him grinning - this moment is doing strange things to the affectionate feeling in your chest, but you do your best to ignore it. Turning back, his eyes are closed again, settled back in his seat, waiting as patient as ever.

"That's too easy," you hope he can tell you're smiling too.)

----

"I'm so sorry, love," Taz is leaning against the side of your trailer, cigarette in one hand, and blue, plastic lighter in the other, "my lighter's dead, you don't happen to have one?"

After being called in even earlier than usual to assist with Jeff's Buggy makeup for the shoot today, it takes you a moment to catch up. It takes you a moment, and a yawn, but you reach into one of the side pockets of your backpack.

"Yeah, gimme a sec," you mumble through your yawn.

"Fuckin' love you," Taz mutters gratefully, shoving his own, empty lighter into his back pocket, "I know it's a filthy habit but -"

"I don't judge," you shrug, finally handing over the lighter that had been buried in the bottom of the pocket. Instead of heading in, however, you joined him, leaning against the trailer, tipping your head back to look at the lilac sky as it began to turn gold.

The quiet spark, pop, sizzle of the cigarette isn't an unfamiliar sound given the industry you work in. Taz thanks you quietly as he hands back the lighter, and you give a tired smile in return; you had an energy drink and probably a coffee waiting in your trailer but you would rather take these few moments of peace where you could get them.

"I thought you vaped," you mused after a moment. Taz makes a noncommittal noise as he breathes out a lungful of smoke.

"Left it in the accommodation," he admitted. He offers the cigarette, but you shake your head, "probably smart, like its a bad habit, yeah, but also I don't exactly know where this came from, I found it in the bottom of my bag, it's..." he gives a thin, self deprecating smile, "questionable."

"Sounds like a you-problem, my guy," you tell him, shifting over to lean against his shoulder, closing your eyes for the moment. You hear him laugh and agree, and a comfortable silence stretches out between you.

"It definitely is," he agrees after a moment, "can I ask why you carry a lighter with you if you don't smoke? Not that I'm not grateful -"

"That's why."

"What?"

"In case someone needs a lighter."

"That's sweet, that's very lovely."

"I do try," you hum with a slight smile. After a moment, he wraps an arm around your shoulders, continuing to blow smoke into the wind, away from you.

"You doing alright, love?"

"Always," you sigh, leaning into him in the moment, "I'll be alright, I just need to get some caffeine into me."

"Coffee's waiting for you inside," he told you warmly, giving your shoulder a squeeze.

"Yeah," you mumbled, before admitting, "I like hanging out with you though."

You can't bring yourself to open your eyes and gauge his reaction, but he doesn't let you go.

(He keeps borrowing your lighter. Sometimes it's those early mornings, sometimes it's on set, during the few scenes where Sanji's smoking; before anyone else he'll come to you. You start carrying your lighter in your pocket just in case.

"So you've just given up on having a lighter of your own?" You teased, lighting the herbal cigarette they were using for filming.

"Why would I need one? I've got you," he smirks back, and damn he's just as charming in character as he is out of it. "Thanks, love," he wraps you up in a one-armed hug, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before the cast and crew is called to stand by for the shot.

Taz is the kind of affectionate you could really see yourself getting used to, and he's definitely taken notice.)

----

Between the wig, the makeup, and covering up his tattoos, Taz's spends just over an hour in your makeup chair, depending on how much of Sanji will be seen on any given day.

"Scenes like today might be my favourite," You're working diligently away, already a half hour into your routine and mind on autopilot as you take Taz's hand to keep it still while you added product to your brush. You hadn't even realised you'd said that out loud until he responded.

"Scenes like today?" His voice is gentle but amused; you can hear him smiling but can't bring yourself to meet his gaze, suddenly feeling flustered that you'd voiced that thought at all. "Come on, love, you can't just say that, what d' you mean by that?" And it takes you a moment of deliberation to decide if you want to answer honestly, applying concealer to his tattoos as you feel yourself grow flustered.

"I like all your scenes," you mutter dismissively, "I feel lucky that I get to see so much of the show being filmed." Which isn't a lie, you're on standby on set to touch up makeup throughout the days, and you love the production and what you've seen of the show thus far... but it's also not the whole truth, and you know Taz can tell.

He makes a noise in the back of his throat, and when you look up finally, you can see the way he's smiling, but he's thankfully not looking at you. For a moment, you're glad Emily's not filming until later in the day, her call time not for several hours, so it's just you and Taz, and his playlist to fill the silence. But you make the call to swallow your embarrassment and voice the compliment that had been idling in your mind.

"I like watching you cook on set the most," you say without a hint of hesitation, and he looks to you quickly, almost like he's surprised by your honesty, but you weren't finished, "I know you've really immersed yourself in the role and put in a lot of effort and training; it really shows, especially when you fight and when you cook." There's something in the way he's looking at you that starts to overwhelm you, and you have to break the moment, break eye contact, go back to covering his tattoos or your not sure what you might do. Even your tone shifts, a little flustered, a little awkward, a little jarring after how sure you'd just been, "I, you know, I appreciate you and stuff, but you knew that."

There was a warmth to the silence that followed. When you finally sat back to grab the colour correction pallet, you could see Taz still watching you with genuine affection in his gaze.

"You're very kind," he says softly.

"Nah, it's just true," you huffed an awkward laugh.

"Don't hit me with that 'nah, it's just true' shit," he snorted, shaking his head, "you're being very kind and I appreciate that," he told you with firm honesty, matching the tone you'd addressed him with just moments ago, "lemme cook you dinner some time, 'cos I have been practicing," he agrees with pride, "and I'd take any excuse to show off, 'specially to you."

"Thought we established that I already love you, you don't have to prove anything to me," you ducked your head as you loaded your brush with product, unable to keep the grin from your face.

"Yeah, but this love-bit is a two way street."

"Okay," you said after a pause, finally meeting his gaze once more, and your smile grows wider.

"Okay?" Matching your excited energy, Taz grins widely at you, and you nod.

"Yeah, dinner, eventually," you laughed, "whenever we both are up for it. I'd really like that."

Something is... different now. Something has changed. Taz can't help but mention, as you're securing his wig, that it's going to be hard for him to think of anything but your kind words during filming today. Sheepishly you apologise, but he waves you off quickly - nothing to apologise for, he assured you.

But something is different.

(The silly, little fantasies you've been having on occasion, or more accurately, have been trying to ignore on occasion, have only gotten worse.

And more domestic.

They leave you feeling that kind of giddy-sick and unprofessional, the kind of daydreams that remind you at two in the morning that you should be sleeping and really shouldn't have a crush on your coworker.

Except you can't stop picturing small moments, like a sunlit, mid-morning, music playing on your laptop, the two of you moving around each other to make breakfast together on your day off. Or sharing quiet conversations and laughter while making dinner and -

When you both finally have a night off, he mentions how he's invited some of the other cast members to join you both. You've never been so relieved and disappointed all at once.)

----

Lines and jokes get messy and blurry; late nights on set, Taz almost falling asleep in your makeup chair as you're removing his wig for the day, nights out that both he and Emily invite you to, and a burgeoning friendship with the rest of the cast, and quiet moments spent in the back of Ubers lamenting how early you all have to get up the next day.

Usually you're the first one to bail, considering you're usually getting calling in even earlier than the cast, but some of the more responsible ones, or the other members of crew who have been roped into these various shenanigans, will split the Uber bill with you. The others all seem to understand why you have to leave early, but still, they're sad to see you leave.

What you tell absolutely none of them is that your self restraint is wearing incredibly thin when it comes to Taz already, and you know you're so close to doing something you can't take back.

Because he gets somehow more tactile when you're all out together; his arm around you, kisses your temple, your cheek, elated to see you whenever you meet up again after any amount of time. The way he laughs, the way he just talks to you, making you feel like you're the most important person in the world in the moment he gives you his focus and attention, and your brain gets all giddy and foggy when he calls you 'my love'.

So you need to leave, before you do too much, or say too much... well, too much more.

("My love -" and there it is again, his voice above the music, cutting through the crowd where he's spotted you.

"Yes, my darling Taz," you greet him with a sunny smile and open arms as an invitation to join you. Beside you in the booth, Emily and Inaki are playing slaps, and somehow neither are doing well, but thankfully they're both enjoying themselves.

Taz slides seamlessly into the booth beside you, pressed up to your side. Immediately his focus is stolen by his castmates' various yells and shrieks and slaps, and he half drapes himself across you and the table in front of you to get closer to their game. You don't even really mind, simply enjoying the moment, his proximity, and trying to figure out how long before you should head home. These three have the day off tomorrow, but you've been called in to assist with the hair and makeup for Mihawk.

"You're thinking very hard," Taz muses, as if remembering on whom he was leaning. Giving him a nudge, you grin.

"Just got work tomorrow unfortunately -"

Emily pats you sympathetically on the shoulder, Inaki immediately shouts that she's cheating, his eyes bright and wide. You push Taz back so he's no longer half-leaning over you to instead offer your shoulder to Inaki; he gives a decisive pat and declares he and Emily even, while you lament that you should probably hit the hay.

Emily and Inaki put their game on hold to say goodbye, Emily hugging you tightly and telling you to message when you got back to your accommodation, before they returned their focus to each other, and trying to pick a new game. Taz slides from the booth, giving you room to get out, and walks with you to the door.

"Surely you're not leaving," you grinned, but he's already shaking his head, throwing an arm around your shoulders as you get out onto the street.

"Making sure you make it to your taxi, or Uber, or whatever, okay."

"My hero," you teased, but still pulled out your phone to order your ride back to the hotel. Taz is humming something to himself that you can't quite pick all the while, "should be here in three minutes," you say softly, turning your attention back to him for the moment. The sight of his affectionate, smiling face has something softening in your heart - "you don't need to stay out here, I'll be fine, the bouncer's -"

"I work hard to my top ranking with you," Taz tried to muster up as much seriousness as he could, but it only served to endear you further, "no way I'm letting something happen in these three minutes and you end up liking some fuckin' bouncer more than me."

What you want to say is 'that will never happen'.

What you actually do is kiss him.)

----

It's not nothing.

This thing between you both is something, but you're not quite sure what. Because at first neither of you talk about what happens on those nights out, or how it keeps happening, but it never feels strange when you see each other at work. Still you tease each other endlessly, and there's something about the way he tries not to laugh when you're doing some kind of nonsense bit while doing his makeup, and how you'd fallen asleep against each other when Inaki invited people over to hang out and watch movies together.

Somehow after the wrap party, you, the main cast, and a few other members of the crew all ended up back at your accommodation. Most had left in the wee hours of the morning, but Inaki's passed out on your sofa, and a few of the other makeup artists had decided to squeeze into your bed like sardines, while you and Taz haven't moved from the wicker armchair on your balcony for hours.

The sunrise paints him golden in this moment you never want to end.

He's halfway through telling a story that has you practically wheezing, and you want to tell him that you'll miss him, miss these moments, miss whatever it is the two of you are, that you might actually love him, but instead what comes out is -

"You bastard, you know you've ruined me for other actors," you're beaming from ear to ear, watching the sun rise, and you hear him practically giggling as he leans against you.

"My grand plan has succeeded then."

"Grand plan?"

"Grand plan," he confirmed with a slight nod, "since I met you and you pointed at me," he points out to the horizon for emphasis, "and you said I was going to do great things with this role, even though you'd barely even met me; I've been gone for you ever since," he admitted with a snort of laughter, as if embarrassed by the recollection.

"You what?" You shifted back, eyes wide with surprise, only to be met with Taz's confused smile, like obviously.

"You've been nothing but a support this entire time, how is this a surprise?" He chuckled; seeing how obviously flustered you were becoming, his smile softened to something endeared, "you make yourself very easy to love, you know that, right?"

So much is running through your head at once, a million things you'd like to say, questions you have, what-ifs you could dwell on, but you don't.

"Oh thank god," you breathe, wrapping your arms around him, "I love you too," you're beaming until you're kissing him, this moment golden and absolutely perfect.

----

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[saturnville]

can I call you rose? major john "bucky" egan (masters of the air) x black fem oc (amelia egan)

content: a flashback to one of the first interactions of bucky and amelia. inspired by the song, "can I call you rose?" by thee sacred souls.

an: I've been on a writing kick lately. bask in it now before I go back into hibernation lololol. on a serious note, this was fun to write and I hope you enjoy it.

Local pubs were common safehouses for the men of the 100th. A place where they shed their military prowess at the door and cloak themselves in normalcy for a few hours.

Over 40 men crowded the dark pub; drinking, singing, and conversing joyously between themselves and the women scattered throughout. His eyes scanned around the room. Gale was whispering in the ear of a pretty blonde, who giggled like a school girl and Curt was dancing in the corner with a brunette with a gentle gaze. He chuckled to himself and knocked back the remainder of his drink.

John clenched his jaw and pushed himself off the rickety old couch. He whistled a soft tune as he trudged toward the bar. He's been disciplined (somewhat), having only drank two glasses. Gale would be so proud.

"What can I get for you?" asked the person behind the bar. Her back was turned to him, which made him scoff in amusement.

"Eyes in the back of your head?" John dropped his glass against the countertops. Her shoulders hook in amusement. She turned and pressed her forearms against the counter. John's eyebrow raised in interest.

"Something like that." Her dark eyes fell to the pins and badge against his chest. "What are you drinking, Major?"

"Whiskey." She plucked the glass from his lingering fingertips and refilled the glasses. His gaze was on her as she floated behind the bar with ease. It wasn't completely rare to see a woman bartending, but it was surely uncommon, nonetheless.

She looked damn good doing it, too. Her dark, pressed hair was tied back by a baby blue bandana, showcasing her beautiful features. She wore black tailored pants that complimented her figure and a black sweater. Her manicured nails clicked against the glass as she dropped it into his awaiting palm.

"Here ya go. Enjoy, Major."

He winced. That aspect of him was shed at the door. "John." His correction was gentle, but she heard the stern understones.

"Is that appropriate?" She questioned.

He shrugged and took a small sip of his drink. "It is because I said so. Now you," he leaned forward. "What's your name?"

He rose painted lips parted, but closed once she saw a smile creep on his lips, "What?"

John's tongue massaged the inside of his cheek. He asked, "Can I call you Rose?"

Her head jerked and he eyebrows furrowed. "Rose? Where'd that come from?"

John leaned back and tossed his arm over the neighboring chair. "Cause you're real pretty. You look sweet, especially with that dimple, and your perfume is...kinda strong. Smells like flowers."

She tried to fight the smile that pulled at the corners of her mouth Her brown eyes bore into his blue ones in awe.

"In that case, I will let you call me Rose. But, my name is Amelia."

John smiled. "Amelia Rose, see how pretty that sounds?" Amelia giggled and he swore it was the greatest sound on earth; an angelic song.

"Does everyone call you John?"

He shook his head. "Most people call me Bucky."

Amelia shook her head. "Then John is reserved just for me, yeah?" An indescribable emotion flashed through his blue eyes, but, she could tell he was satisfied, nonetheless.

John held her gaze as he brought his glass to his lips once more. "We've got a deal, Miss Amelia Rose."

-

"Rose, darlin'." Amelia turned at the sound of her name. She knew that voice all too well. It visited her during her dreams and soothed her to sleep in the evenings. A gleaming smile spread across her face. She dropped her rag and turned to face the door.

"Hi Johnny," she greeted softly. The seductive undertones in her voice, paired with the nickname had the eyebrows of Gale and Curt raise. John met her smile with a grin.

"I'll catch you boys in later. Rose, baby." John jogged toward the bar. Amelia met him halfway. He wrapped his uniform-glad arms around her waist and she sank into his embrace. His lips grazed the shell of ear. "How've you been, honey?"

It'd been months since their first meeting. They saw each other twice after that; another evening at the pub and a date. He took her on a date and surprised her with a bouquet of lowers; a dozen red roses.

For three months, their relationship progressed through a series of letters. She had more than she could count, all stashed safely in a box under her bed, handled with tender care.

"Good. Missed you. Glad you made it back in one piece." Amelia said, running her fingers across his pins and badge. "Do you want anything?"

John shook his head. "No. I'm here with the guys, but I'd prefer to talk to you without a drink. If that's alright with you."

Amelia laughed lightly and grabbed his hand. "Coffee it is."

-

"How long are you here?" Amelia asked, passing Johna ceramic coffee mug.

"Should be a month, but it's subject to change. But..." John's eyes lit up with hope. "I was hoping to spend some time with you if you'd like. Heard they've got a fun carnival going on tonight. You've yet to beat me in a game."

The young woman chuckled, remembering the intensely competitive game of cards they played every Friday up until he left. She smiled bashfully and nodded. "Of course."

John winked. "It's a date, Rosie."

[writingoddess1125]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do buggy x reader, where we are apart of his crew and does aerial hoop? And act like we hate him but actually we have a crush on him so it’s like angst to fluff! Sorry if it’s to much

I gotcha! This seems really fun! I ended up taking this way too far BTW Sorry!

Chef Kiss Enjoy~

Buggy X FemReader

Solo Act

"Two months- That asshole" you grumbled as you ate another bite of your breakfast. A few peers sighing at you and just shaking their head. "What did you even do? I never heard of Buggy benching someone for so long- Hell wont even let you do lights!" Suki one of the contortionist said with a humored voice, chuckling at your faux glare.

"No idea-" You lied, However knew exactly what brought on the change. Two months ago during a drunken party hosted by the Captian. The two of you having always been flirty to some degree but after some rum the flirting increased, ending up with you and Buggy laying in his bed. Giggling and kissing on each other, while it was foggy you remember Buggy and you stripping each other down to take that extra- Then he just stopped. Pulling away from your kisses and climbing out of the bed with you, Grabbing his clothes and just leaving the room and you behind. You laid there, half naked in his bed embarrassed by the having just been left like that-

The next day he acted like nothing happened, playing it off that he was so drunk he fell asleep in the hallway but you knew the truth. You felt both humilated and angry he had just ditched you- not even explaining himself... You truly did like him.. But also loathed him- Now feeling damn angry after being benched so long too!

"That's it! I'm gonna talk to him!" You proclaim, Standing up angrily and marching from the mess hall. Knowing he would be in his office most likely talking about the upcoming show. A few of the other pirates making 'Oooh' Noises and like jabs as you marched.

Walking to Buggy's office you see he had the door open, Drinking a pint (at 8 in the morning like a asshole) and talking to Cabaji. The plans got the show laid out on his desk.

You look at Buggy and swallow the lump in your throat. Stepping forward and clearing your throat, Buggy looking up from his work and raising a brow at you. His ocean eyes racking your form like he expected something in particular.

"Yes (Y/N)?- You can see that we are busy pre-"

"I want to do a show- A proper one Captain.. I have been practicing and I want to do the Aerial Loop again" You blurt out, Your nerves getting the best of you. Unsure why you felt so nervous about this.

Buggy set down his cup, his eyes staring practically through you, There was a few moments of silence before Buggy bursted into laughter, Slapping his hand on the table like this was some grand joke. You couldn't help but feel some genuine anger rising in your chest ready to risk it all in throwing your own little bitch fit at Buggy-

"Fine, Ill give you your very own Solo Act in tomorrows show" You cut you off. Cabaji jaw nearly in the floor at hearing this.. Buggy never gave ANYONE a solo act, daring to give anyone a chance at a lone light so this was beyond unusual. You felt both excited and a bit scared at the same time, especially with how his eyes seemed to gleam with mischief.

"I.. Thank you Captain" You manage to mumble out, Buggy standing to his full height and peering down at you. Heart blooming on your face as you could feel the warmth of his body with how close he was to you.

"Best not disappoint me (Y/N)" He said softly, patting your head like you were some pet and walked put of his office. Leaving Cabaji and you in his office, the green haired man looking at you.

"You must have a magic mouth or great in bed for him to let you get so many damn privileges-"

He said with a almost jealous glare. You shoot one right back, giving him am angry sneer.

"I've never slept with the Captian or done anything like that- He usually hates me" You protest. Cabaji an amused huff as he walled past you. "I've seen the Captian hate people- That's clearly not how he feels about you" He resorted and dismissed himself. You following suit shortly after.. Spending the rest of the day a bit confused and just trying to prep for your show.

That evening while setting out everything you'd need for the solo act you heard a knock and the door open. Whipping around to see Cabaji, a almost amused look on his face and holding a box.

"Ever heard of waiting till someone says 'Enter'?" You ask annoyed, crossing your arms as Cabaji holds the brightly colored box out to you.

"Doesnt matter- Captain sent me to bring you this. You have to wear this tomorrow for the show. No questions" You raise a brow and take the box from him gently opening it, pulling out what at first you thought must have been a scarf or something- till the realization git you this was a leotard- a sparkly leotard. Peering down at the costume you felt your cheeks warm. It was a pale blue color, with diamond and silver studs decorating the front while the back was completely white mesh. Lace decorated the neckline that dipped rather low on it as well- While it was pretty and far too flash for your taste, the revealing aspect is what caught your attention more.

"He also wants to add this-" Cabaji said as he held out a ankle bracelet. It was silver as well studded with diamonds and a silver bell attached to the side.

"Cabaji I can't wear something like this- It's too revealing!" You protested and blushed, holding the thin leodard tightly in your fist. "Listen you got to, If you don't then you don't perform" Cabaji said, Smirking at your delema and leaving your room. It taking everything in your body to keep from punching him in the nose-It seemed Buggy had you by the balls.

The next day everyone was on high alert- like everytime. The whole ship was buzzing in anticipation, both to raid the for the performance later on. You stood to the side and watched as the village that the crew had landed and the fires that stretched out- Truthfully you never liked the methods that Buggy used however you could never voice that.

In a few short hours the Audience was set and chained to their seats. Cabaji acting as a director or sorts began to call out different acts as Buggy walked through his group of freaks. Yelling at each of them in wanting to be punctual and ready to not mess up this show- However when he turned to you he froze. His eyes staying only on your face, which made you feel a bit worried.

"...You look good (Y/N)" He said almost awkwardly- not even giving a dirty joke or openly gawking at you. Instead he quickly walked past you- you could have sworn you saw the tips of his ears red.

"Alright everyone show time!" He yelled out

Standing there you watch as act after act went before you. The audience clapping on cue, the transitioning of acts. Anxiety building inside of you as you were prepared to be blown off and not get the spot you were promised- the humiliation starting to hit you as you felt the show start to come to an end.

"And for our final act! A aerial performance! By our very own (Y/N)~" Buggy announcer, Smiling at the audience.

Stepping forward you glanced at Buggy, seeing him taking a seat in his throne, Leaned back with a amused look as you. The bastard seemed to be taking pleasure in this it seemed- That was evident by the costume he had placed you in.

Taking a breath you heard the slow music start, dancing out onto the main performing area you twirled gracefully grabbing the hoop with one hand and lifted yourself up. The breeze from the leotard reminding you of its thinness and smallness over your form, that and the eyes of Buggy who seemed to be watching every move of yours.

The audience having genuine interest in your performance as you twisted your body to the rhythm of the music. Feeling the music course through your body as you twirled through the hoop, picking your body up and spreading your legs in a upside-down split as your body began to spin quickly. Truthfully your mind lost in the feeling of your art, the interest of the audience. Thinking back to the night you should have shared with your Captian- The kisses that he placed up your neck, The feeling of his firm hands up your form and the taste of rum on his lips.

It wasn't until the music came to its dramatic end did you snap from your thoughts, Doing a incredibly fast turn and spinning tk the end of the song. Once coming to a stand still there was a brief silence, But it was Buggy's face you saw all to clearly. How his eyes stared at you like he could see past your leotard, like he wanted to rip it apart then and there. But the audience applauds snapped you from his gaze, Buggy standing up from his throne as he smiled at the Audience. You bowing to the group before practically running away- you could hear people congratulating you for the performance and the sound of Buggy talking to his imprisoned audience but you couldnt make out any words. Rushing to the dressing room quarters, Slamming the door behind you and sighing. Trying to throw out the image that had burned in your brain, but no matter what you did you saw his face- anger rising in you.

"God Damn it!" You yelled, kicking over a random basket and sulking to a chair infront of the vanity. Looking at yourself as you started the long process of removing your makeup, Ignoring the sound of your crew going about most likely to drink. Sighing as you took off your earrings and heard a knock on the door.

"I'm in here-" You called, hearing the door then open and someone step inside. In the reflection you Saw Buggy, Staring at you with a hint if a smirk.

"I know.. Just wanted to stop by and say you did good tonight" He said a bit forcibly, tapping his boot on the wood flooring.

"Thanks.." You say softly, Your tone colder then you ment. Still conflicted over what you saw out there, How he stared at you- How his gaze longingly followed you from up there. Pulling you from your thoughts you felt Buggy angrily pull your seat out so you faced him.

"What the hell is your problem? I gave you the spotlight like you fucking wanted- Having your little moment. Why are you daring to speak to me this way?" He hissed, inches from your face. That liquid courage from before or just the final straw but you snapped, Standing up and locking eyes with him.

"I didn't want the spotlight I- I just want to know why youre doing this? Are you trying to hurt me? Does it make you happy or something?"

"(Y/N) I am many things- I will harass you, Embarrass you, Hell ill Fuck with you- But id never Never hurt you" He emphasized. His eyes staring hard at you, you could see it.. A flash of hurt that you would assume that of him. Biting your lip you stare at him. "Then why did you never mention that night?" You hissed, still feeling a bit of anger from him not mentioning that evening you two shared together. Buggy pulled back and gave you a annoyed look.

"Why bring that up-"

"Because you just kissed and left me! didn't even acknowledge what had happened! Left me fucking naked in your bed like something was wrong with me!" You stomped your foot, ignoring the chime of the ankle bracelet still on you.

"What do you want me to say (Y/N)! Congratulations we kissed!? That we were drunk!" He threw his hands up dramatically, You scoffing in anger and disgust. "That you cared! Instead of just messing with my feelings you bastard!" Buggy eyes locked onto you, Hard.

"Watch it- I Let you get away with a lot of things.. But i am still your Capitan!" He said pointedly, his hand snatching your face rather harshly as that same anger he showed others finally fell onto you- For only a second did you feel fear- That those knives of his would come out. But it quickly evaporated from your body as you yanked his hand from your face.

"Oh- SO You where just messing with my feelings Captain? Just rewarding me for kissing you? That's it!?" You scream, feeling hot tears well in your eyes as you stare at him enraged.

"What did you expect me to think! That you wouldnt regret sleeping with me! That you wouldnt have woken up the next morning disgusted and embarrassed you slept the night with me!? That You'd actually like me!?" He yelled, his fist balled in anger.

"Yes! I do like you! And I would have loved to have sex with you!" You screamed back, Both of you froze at this. Buggy face turning red as did yours. The anger seemed to sap away from the room, Both of you just standing there in shock and out of breath from yelling. Buggy being the first to move as he took off his hat and ran a shaky hand over the bandana like he was fixing some invisible imperfections.

"...Truly?" His voice all but whispered, a sort of desperate tone to him as well. You felt yourself deflate at his tone, your eyes feeling hot wit tears before looking to him again.

"Of course Buggy... I always have-" Not even able to finish the thought Buggy rushed to you and crashed his lips against yours, desperate needy lips meeting meeting your own which you gladly returned. His hands cupping your face as your own rushed through his hair tangling the blue locks between your fingers, the force of the brutal kiss leaving you breathless and just as desperate. Having longed for his touch, his taste just everything about him. Pulling away briefly to catch your breath as your lungs felt like they were on fire.

Buggy eyes locked onto you as you blushed deeply, your hands pulling the bandana from his head and letting his blue locks fall and frame his face. He leaned forward and bit your bottom lip gently, tugging a noise of pleasure from you.

"B-Buggy what does this make us?-" You start but Buggy kisses your lips once more. Pulling away for only a moment to wrap his hands around your waist and pick you up, Forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist.

"Simple- The place we should have been months ago.. Where you always belonged. By my side" You couldn't help but give a goofy smile at his words. That's exactly what you needed to hear.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Stardew valley bachelors (and krobus and the wizard) witnessing the farmer chug multiple jars of mayonnaise. Just really slinging it back.

Okay ngl I never did this till right now and I got everybody's reactions so this is based on the responses my farmer got after doing this

Spoilers: they've all known my farmer for about 7 years so it's nothing too shocking to them,,,but it's still highly questionable lmao

.....

Shane

"Umm..."

For years, him and Pam were beer addicts...and now comes along you, the new farmer who's a very...different kind of addict.

An addict to mayonnaise, that is.

For years, people have been judging him for his habit, so it seems fair that he should be allowed to judge you 100% for having the weirdest fucking habit in the valley.

He started opening up to you (in his 2 heart event) and you're just sitting next to him, drinking mayonnaise to wash out the beer he offered you.

Only after you two get closer does he decide "well shit, they're weird..but they're also one of the few who care about me,,,"

And he eventually lets go of it altogether.

But he'll still tease you about your mayo addiction from time to time.

"What're you gonna put in the potluck this year? Gold star mayo? Or did you already eat it on the way here?"

"Oh shut up."

"Heh heh."

Sam

"Gross!"

Considering it's one of his hated gifts, this shouldn't come as a surprise to you.

But the way you've absolutely freaked him out by drinking it in front of him (and subsequently making him miss his kickflip) was hilarious.

"That's what you get for skating on other people's property." You shook your head, smirking as you bring out another jar. "You think Jodi needs some for later? Or should I just drink it in front of her, too?"

"NO! Stop. Please don't do that." Sam hisses. "One, she might uninvite you from future family dinners. And two, she'll think it's one of those weird trends and blame me for it!"

"A trend..hm? Doesn't sound like a bad idea. This town could use one more tradition." You laugh, consuming the jar and not missing the look of horror on his face.

"A-And I thought Abigail eating rocks was nuts...you two would be great friends.."

Harvey

"Umm..."

While he's well aware of the many health benefits to mayonnaise, he wonders if you know that they're best as a condiment....not a beverage you can just sling back.

"But you told me to lay off the Joja Colas, doctor," you pointed out to him. "You're telling me those are a healthier alternative to this?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying at all." He huffs. "It's just..erm..I've never met someone who enjoyed mayonnaise by itself..it sounds-"

"Disgusting?"

"N-No! I didn't mean it like-"

"I'm kidding, Harvey." You laugh a little, amused by his nervousness. "You know any side effects to drinking large quantities of mayo?"

"..none in particular, but that doesn't mean you should-"

"Then if I start feeling anything different, I'll let you know. Thank you." With a wink, you pull out some dinosaur mayo and drink it on your way out of the clinic...with poor Harvey wondering wtf that was.

Regular mayo was fine, but that green icky-looking mayo...had him gravely concerned over what you were doing to your body.

Elliot

"Why?!"

You thought you were being subtle, drinking a little bit of mayo while hanging out at his beachside cabin.

But nope.

You've absolutely horrified this man. Traumatized, even.

It's almost as bad as the time you left a super cucumber on his doorstep, and the next day he sent you a letter demanding to know who made you play this "cruel prank" on him.

In reality, you thought it'd be a nice gift and he'd make something poetic out of a rare sea creature you fished up.

Apparently not and that's when you quickly learned it's a hated one.

"Oh don't be so dramatic," you shake your head. "It's easier to carry than some full course meal."

"But you could have any other food....why that?" Elliot asks, now genuinely curious about what goes on in your mind to think mayo is a suitable choice in food.

You have no explanation though other than "it's most convenient for me and I like the taste".

So he leaves it alone but....maybe it's better not to drink it around him without warning (or drink it when he's buzzed and he may not remember you doing that).

Sebastian

"Umm..."

And here he was, on Ginger Island, hoping to get a brief vacation away from the valley and all its weirdness.

Yet you came along to visit and check on your beach farmhouse--bringing tons of mayo jars with you.

You got thirsty while talking to Seb in the hot sun, and instinctively began chugging the first thing you opened out of your bag.

You don't even realize what you've done until he gives you the strangest look ever.

"Have you always liked drinking mayo...like that?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Um..not since moving into the valley and learning how to make it." You shrugged, smiling sheepishly as you brought out another jar. This time a green color.

"What's that one?"

"Oh! Dinosaur mayo. It's a lot thicker and kinda tastes like a kale drink-"

"I'm sorry, there's dinosaurs in the mines?"

Alex

"Umm..."

"What?" You shoot him a defensive look, cradling the half-empty jar like it's your baby. "You've eaten every raw egg I give you, and I never judge."

"But..that's a little different, isn't it?" He chuckles nervously. "Eggs are great for protein! Drinking straight mayo is...erm....are there any benefits..?"

"It's easy to make with all the eggs in my coop, and um..it keeps my energy up so I don't pass out."

It's an awkward explanation, considering you simply drink mayonnaise for the hell of it and didn't think too much about the "health benefits".

But Alex completely agrees with you, not making any further comments on it in the future.

Although how he's eaten dozen of raw eggs without getting some kind of salmonella poisoning is beyond both him and you.

Perhaps you're both a little bit strange, but he eventually came to accept that about himself.

Wizard

"Umm..."

From the moment you met him and obtained forest magic, Rasmodius knew there was something peculiar about you.

From gleefully retrieving ectoplasm and prismatic jelly for his studies to assisting him in getting the dark talisman back from his ex-wife's home, he's come to trust you as a potential apprentice.

So to drink mayonnaise while looking through his catalogue of expensive magical architecture had him....a bit confused.

"What?" You look at the man standing by the bubbling green pot, his eyebrow raised in question. "C'mon, surely this can't be the strangest thing you've seen."

"No, whatever keeps your spirit and energy nourished is fine and all. But..mayonnaise seems most unconventional. That's all I'm saying. Now I must focus.."

And that's all he says about the matter, not really caring too much.

You're grateful he didn't overreact.

Krobus

"........"

"You're not gonna say anything?"

"About what?"

"About..y'know..me drinking mayonnaise?"

"Why would I? You gift me void mayonnaise. I eat it and use it as a moisturizer all the time!"

Finally, somebody who finds your habit relatively normal---but the only downside is that somebody isn't human.

Makes you often question if you're really human yourself.

It never bothers Krobus whenever you need to sling back a jar of mayonnaise and pull out another one when you return from the mutant bug lair or hike through Cindersap Forest to reach the sewers.

He thinks it's just a normal thing humans do, but when you mention how it's very much not normal in your "culture"..he thinks THEY are weird for not accepting your tastes.

Welp, at least he supports your weird yet harmless habit.

You did try void mayo once and nearly keeled over, so you stick to regular/duck/dino mayo from thereon.

[sydsaint]

Summary: The reader is Jey's baby sister. She finds herself getting into some trouble with Damian Priest when Jey leaves her backstage while he's busy with a match against JD McDonagh.

"I told you, I ain't want you near any of these dudes YN." Jey scolds you for what seems like the umpteenth time.

"So you get to run around and flirt with half of the girl's roster? But I have to just what? Sit here and wither away from loneliness and boredom?" You scoff.

Jey grits his teeth, clearly annoyed by your antics. "Yes!" He huffs at you. "Come on, YN. It's bad enough I got all these guys after me here on Raw. I don't need to be worrying about who's hanging around you too."

You roll your eyes at Jey. He's always been the more protective sibling of your brothers. When things broke down with The Bloodline and Roman you chose to leave with Jey rather than stay on Smackdown with the rest of the family.

"I'm not a child anymore, Jey. I can take care of myself." You remind Jey of your age.

"Come on, YN." Jay lets out a frustrated sigh. "Just, don't go getting into trouble, alright? For me?" He asks you.

You study your brother's pleading eyes and sigh. "Okay okay." You groan to yourself. "I'll hang backstage tonight, alright?" You give up.

"Thank you." Jey relaxes a bit. "Now, I've got a match against JD McDonagh in a bit that I need to get to. Wait for me here, please?" He asks you.

"I won't move from this spot." You nod. "As long as you promise to kick JD's ass for me." You joke.

Jey nods and heads off for his match. You keep your promise and remain in place backstage while you wait for Jey to come back.

You are absently scrolling through your phone when a shadow is cast over you indicating that someone is standing in front of you. You look up from your phone and find Damian Priest looming over you with a sly smile.

"Damian." You put down your phone and lean back a bit to create some space between the two of you. "Hello." You greet him.

"YN, what's going on mamas?" He asks you in that velvet-smooth tone of his. You watch his eyes rake over you briefly and lick his lips subtly.

"Oh, just waiting for Jey to kick your man JD's ass." You challenge him with a sly smile.

Damian huffs, cracking an amused grin as he does. "Jey benched you for the night huh?" He asks you. "Now that's a damn shame. Pretty mami like you? You should be out there kicking it with the crowd." He taunts you.

"Well, I can't argue with that." You shrug. "How come you're not out there, Damian?" You ask him.

"Now why would I want to be out there with JD and your brother when all of the fun is happening back here?" He asks you.

An amused grin plays on your lips. "Fair enough."

Damian's eyes rake over you one more time. He takes in every detail of your face and body on display in front of him that he can before his gaze returns to meet yours.

"What do you say we get out of here?" He suggests. "Drinks are on me." He offers

"Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you?" You giggle and set a delicate hand on his chest.

Damian glances down at your hand on his chest before returning your gaze again. "More than you know, mami." He chuckles.

You and Damian continue your little game of light touches and lingering gazes for a while. That is until Jey comes back from his match against JD and spots the two of you.

"YN!" Jey's voice carries across the room.

You look over Damian's shoulder as Jey marches across the room with a sour look on his face.

"Oh-ho, looks like the parties are over big man." You sigh and pat Damian's chest.

Damian chuckles as you hop to your feet and slip past him with an innocent smile. "Yeah, Jey?" You meet your brother halfway across the room.

"I asked you to stay out of trouble!" Jey scolds you.

"You asked me to stay backstage and out of the way." You argue with him. "And that's what I did." You add. "I haven't moved since you left for your match with JD."

Jey narrows his eyes at you and huffs a breath through his nose. You step off to his side and Jey shoots a glare toward Damian.

"Stay away from my sister, Priest," Jey warns Damian with a scowl before grabbing your arm and dragging you off.

"Bye, Damian." You call over your shoulder as Jey drags you off.

Damian laughs as you're dragged off. "Have a good night, gorgeous!" He calls after you.

[bumblesimagines]

"Caught their attention, have you? Tell me all about it."

"I've seen that look before. What's cooking between you two?"

- Thomas Shelby

"Caught their attention, have you? Tell me all about it."

"I've seen that look before. What's cooking between you two?"

pronoun: gender neutral, they/them

You only had to take a glance at the face by the bar before you collected a glass and poured some whiskey in. Scud flashed a charming smile and curled his fingers around the glass, lifting it and tilting it in your direction.

"You know me well, don't you?" His smile, although teasing, still had genuineness to it. You chuckled and shrugged lightly, tossing the white rag over your shoulder. You tried to ignore the fact Tommy's head turned in your direction upon hearing your laugh.

"You come in nearly everyday, Scud. Harry would fire me if I didn't know your usual by now."

"Nah," Scud smacked his lips after taking a sip of his whiskey. "Tommy wouldn't allow that."

Your lips pressed together tightly, eyes flickering over to the Shelby as he stood up from the booth and strode across the pub to stand beside his cousin. He clapped Scud over the shoulder and Scud dipped his head, sending a wink in your direction before he stepped away from the bar.

"Caught his attention, have you? Tell me all about it." Tommy's lip curled up, bright blue eyes trained on his retreating cousin. You snorted quietly and poured him some whiskey as well, setting the bottle aside and leaning forward on the bar.

"Since when does Tommy Shelby care for gossip?"

"I oughta know when it concerns my family." Tommy looked back at you and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his words. He pinched his cigarette between two fingers and picked up his cup, maintaining eye contact as he drank.

"Uh huh."

The corners of his eyes crinkled and he quietly chuckled into his cup, setting it back down and bringing the cigarette back to his lips. Tommy had always been a hard to read individual. Always keeping a steely exterior with everyone, even those closest to him. But you'd seen it begin to crack over time throughout your interactions.

Poking his head into the pub, Arthur swept his gaze over everyone present before he finally spotted his brother. "Tommy!" He called and Tommy's amusement disappeared, glancing in the direction of his brother and humming. Drinking the rest of his whiskey and bumming out his cigarette, he slapped a coin on the bar and gave you a small grin.

"Keep it."

"What will I ever do without you, Tommy?" Your sarcastic words got another chuckle out of him and he adjusted his hat, attention lingering on you for a moment longer before he turned back to his brother. You watched him leave through the doors and picked up the coin from the table, digging your teeth into your bottom lip in hopes of biting back the pleased smile threatening to appear on your face.

"I've seen that look before. What's cookin' between you two?" Harry appeared at your side from seemingly thin air, amusement written all over his face. You clicked your tongue and stuffed the coin in your pocket.

"Nothin', Harry. Get back to work."

"I should be tellin' you that."

[prettypei]

“SOMETHING HAPPENS AND IM HEAD OVER HEELS.”

plot: things they do that make you fall for them even more; fluff!

reader: gn! Reader

pairings: zhongli, childe, kaeya, itto, kaveh

warnings: none

(a/n): inspired by the lyrics of Head Over Heels by Tears for Fears!!!!!

✰You and ZHONGLI were at a small cafe in Liyue, both listening to a storyteller telling tales about “the two brothers who buried their pet dog” and “the girl who didn’t cry”. The audience mostly consisted of small children, but you and your boyfriend didn’t mind. He’s sipping on a cup of oolong tea as he listens intently to the story, smiling in a peaceful manner, and you’re amazed at how calm he can be when he’s drinking his tea. He raises an eyebrow at you, noticing you staring at him. “Is something wrong, love?” “No, nothing at all.”

✰CHILDE’s smiling at his mother while he scrubs the plates for her. “No, really ma, it’s fine I’ll do the dishes for you.” You had just finished a meal with childe’s family in Snezhnaya, and Childe was offering to clean the plates. His mother smiles and pats his head. “What did I ever do to deserve a son like you?” She jokes, chuckling while going up the stairs and into her bedroom. Soon, there’s only the two of you in the kitchen. “I can feel you staring.” Childe says, his back facing you. “What? Is your hot boyfriend too much to handle?” “Nah. I think it’s cute you’re a mama's boy.” You grin. His ears turn red at your words.

✰You were out admiring the view of Mondstadt from starsnatch cliff when you feel someone cover your eyes. You shriek and tumble in the grass, while your mysterious attacker laughed as you brought them down too. “KAEYA????” You exclaimed. “Who else?” KAEYA chuckles, uncovering your eyes. “B-but I thought you were on a mission?!” “Ah, fuck that. You’re more important to me.” “You snuck out to see me?! Jean is gonna be so mad.” “Worth it though. I’ve been too busy lately, haven’t even see your face today, cutie.” “Well… thanks, cheesy.” You sit up from the grass and smile at him. “That’s so Kaeya of you, babe.” “I know, I know.”

✰it was another day in Inazuma with ITTO battling younger kids for beetles, but this time, surprisingly, he won. "HAH! Take THAT you little-oh god you're crying." Itto immediately rushes over to comfort the kid who'd he'd won against, assuring that he would bring him lots and lots of candy and lots and lots of toys while you watched in the distance with amusement on your face. "Hey-hey look, don't cry! I-it's just a beetle fight, not worth crying over." The kid keeps on crying. "U-ugh fine! I'll give you my beetle...." The child's eyes lighten up by the mention of this. "R-really?!" "I guess..." You see an elderly lady watch on in the distance, smiling. Itto then jogs to you who's sitting under a tree. "Ready to go baby? I've already lost another beetle to the kids due to pity..." He groans. You chuckle and get up, wrapping your arm around his waist. "That was nice of you to do that though." "What do you mean?! I'm ALWAYS nice!"

✰You were walking in Sumeru, searching for your boyfriend, KAVEH, only to find him arguing with a client. You wanted to surprise him with some books about architecture that you got for his birthday, but he seemed a little...busy at the moment. "I'm TELLING you that the door is designed to be like this! It creates a perfect symmetry with the roof!" "But, well, don't you think it's a little too...flashy?" "FLASHY???!" Kaveh exclaims with an incredulous look on his face. "Y-Y-You hire ME and-" "W-wait, isn't that your lover, (name)?" The client then points at you who was about to go. And Kaveh...boy, Kaveh eyes light up, and his demeanor does a one-eighty. "(name)!" He shouts, rushing over to you and engulfing you in a hug. "Hup! Oh-uh-Kaveh!" "Did you want to see me? That's so sweet of you!" "Actually, I wanted to surprise you with these gifts I got for you-" "Y-you did?" He's over the moon now, scanning through the books you got him. "T-these were the ones I told you about! I-You-I-" Kaveh is blabbering now, smiling and grinning at you. "I like your smile." You say. "what?" "Your special smile! The one you save for me." He then goes on to smile that smile again. "Hello? Guys? Still building my house?" The client says in the distance.

[tobias-hankel]

❤️2023 Quan-Tea-Co Fics Recs🖤

The wonderful members of our discord server, Quan-Tea-Co, have written a lot of fanfics this year - this is the rec list!

🖤 SFW No Ship Fics

the friendship we have is a rare find by cherubcurls, Gen, In and out. “I've got this.” she affirmed to herself breathily, looking down at her hands that held two cups of coffee rather than one, still steaming, still fresh. Her heart swelled with affection. She grinned, “We've got this.” OR; Penelope and Spencer agree to meet up to have a study session before finals. A couple of things change and they end up not studying at all.

and i saw my life in photographs of faded memories by whateverislovely, Gen, Morgan reminds him just a little too much of the football players who bullied him relentlessly all through high school and even college. He’s big and imposing, with bulging muscles and a look on his face that says, Are you kidding me? when Hotch informs him that Spencer is the newest member of the BAU team. Five times Spencer misinterprets Morgan's intentions, and one time he's finally able to straighten things out.

where do we begin to get clean again by whateverislovely, Teen, Spencer often participates in toasts with the group using water or tea or potato chips instead of alcohol. This fic explores the events that may have led him to stop drinking.

silence like a cancer grows by whateverislovely, Teen, Diana doesn’t forgive Spencer for having her institutionalized… at least, not right away.

❤️Mature No Ship Fics

Surrender by @starzzyeyed, Mature, He doesn't want this, not really. He never wanted it. But he's in too deep now, and getting out seems less and less possible as the days trickle on, like sand through an hourglass. Or: An in depth look at Reid's addiction, and what it might have been like for him.

what’s this, the consequences of my actions? by cherubcurls, Mature, Because Spencer wasn’t used to safe. He needed adrenaline to pump through his veins and soften the blow for him to have a good day. His family never really liked how violent he was. OR; Spencer comes back home from a particularly horrible fight and his Dad is less than amused.

Solved Game by Boots17, Mature, Solved game: a game whose outcome can be correctly predicted from any position, assuming that the game is played perfectly. A season 12 canon divergence in which Mr. Scratch dies a little too early, Reid accepts the plea deal, and Cat Adams plays a very long game. Years later, the two finally get their rematch.

Ships are under the cut

🖤SFW Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid

A Gentle Touch Hurts So Much by ProfessorWorm, Gen, Spencer has unaddressed childhood fears dredged up by Aaron’s attempt to help him recover from his knee injury.

Day 4 - FFC - Second Love by a1_kitkat, Teen, Spencer never much cared for anniversaries, neither does Aaron… this time there’s an exception.

There Are Secrets That We Still Have Left To Find by @starzzyeyed, Not Rated, Spencer Reid is seven years old the first time he comes out to anyone. Three times Spencer comes out, across three different points in his life, all with three very different outcomes.

❤️NSFW/Mature Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid

Subscribed by AestheticTek and @goobzoop, Explicit, After stressful cases, Hotch finds that camming in lingerie helps him to decompress, while Reid happens to stumble upon the most attractive man that greatly resembles his biggest crush, his boss.

The Absence of Sound by BluePenguinLightning, Mature, The sudden onslaught of sounds startled Spencer Reid awake, not that he ever slept well anyway. He hadn’t slept well in two hundred and seventy-four days. In all honesty, he wasn’t even sure how he managed to make it that far. In which Reid somehow manages to survive a sadistic psychopath but that's only the beginning.

kill your indulgences by cherubcurls, Explicit, Hotch was his; his to keep, his to possess, his to feed on. “No,” he tried to mumble. As best as he could with his canines still firmly lodged onto his throat. “Mine.” OR; Hotch lets Spencer feed on him.

The Boy by house_of_lantis, Explicit, Lord Aaron Hotchner is one of the most ruthless rulers of the City. But despite his fearsome reputation, Lord Hotchner is respected by his people and beloved by those closest to him. He strives to bring order and justice to the City and to protect it from anyone who dared threaten it. Spencer is the newest addition to Aaron’s private harem, stolen from his previous master. Affectionately nicknamed the Boy, he is the exclusive body slave to Lord Hotchner and he learns to navigate the politics of the harem.

Hide and Seek by Highway58, Explicit, An Unsub fixates on the BAU Team, determined to make them his passion project. Spencer Reid is his ultimate target but in order to get to him, he has to go through the people he holds most dear in his life.

Heathen by Highway58, Explicit, The dreams would not stop. Ever since the unexpected case in Las Vegas when he forced himself to confront his painful past, Spencer Reid had not been able to sleep. The visions haunted him relentlessly... he couldn't resist the need to forget it all. Something was happening to him. Something he'd been suppressing for most of his life, ever since that one moment in his childhood he couldn't--wouldn't--face. Soon, very soon... he wouldn't be able to resist his own biology. Even though he had no idea it was even part of him. He was just a Beta... right? Spencer Reid approaches a crossroads he never imagined he could face.

Ain't Always Gold by Highway58, Explicit, Omega Spencer gets knocked up by his Mate Aaron Hotchner in the wake of Emily's death and he doesn't know it until it's about to kill him.

Call Me Daddy by goobzoop, Explicit, Aaron teaches Spencer how to date, but it’s not women he’s making him better for. It’s himself.

Let Me Be Your Only Choice by TobiasHankel, Explicit, After Spencer is kidnapped by Hankel, the team expects to find the omega scared and possibly beaten. They didn’t expect to find Spencer next to a dead Alpha and dying from bond rejection. With limited options and a dying Spencer, Hotch is forced to make a decision that Spencer can’t even consent to in order to save his life.

Every Version of You by goobzoop, Explicit, Hotch's whole world comes crashing down the moment he witnesses his husband get injured right in front of him. Spencer makes it through, but the road to recovery is more difficult than he could have ever imagined. Or, amnesia fic!

A Fool There Was by reasonablerodents, Explicit, Hotch is using Spencer to take out his frustrations regarding his failing marriage. Spencer is so desperately in love with him that he’ll put up with anything- just as long as he can be close to Hotch.

Touch The Leather by reasonablerodents, Explicit, “Well, the problem with shoes is- um, they’re dirty, there’s a staggering amount of bacteria even on the cleanest ones, I don’t want…” He trails off again, swallowing hard. Or: Hotch wants Spencer to prove how much he loves him.

Room on the Third Floor by Matthew1972, Explicit, One minute Aaron Hotchner is walking free, contemplating a forever with Spencer… the next he gets snatched away. Locked up in a cage to the whims of an unsub unlike any other he's ever faced. A hunter and wildcat shifter trafficker. But then, his inner panther and human self alike refuse to be tamed and collared to live out his days as the wildcat alone. To be another victim sold. Will his defiance become his downfall? Or does Aaron get to return home to Spencer and see through on his proposal?

🖤SFW Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid

Maybe Someday Soon by @justjasper, Teen, "Derek talks about you." The Morgan women know that he's in love with Reid. They also know that he is absolutely clueless about it.

Washed Away by TobiasHankel, Teen, It had been over a year since Spencer Reid went missing after he was kidnapped by Tobias Hankel. He was presumed to be dead, but Morgan refused to believe it and move on. After a case takes the team back to the same state Spencer went missing in, Morgan might just get the answers he has been looking for.

❤️ NSFW/Mature Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid

Spun Hearts by JustJasper, Explicit, After a harrowing case Morgan needs control, and Reid needs a fix, and they wind up in bed. Reid sees this as a potential evolution of their relationship, but Morgan is adament that he's not gay. The path towards what they both want isn't a simple one, and a recurring case brings some painful things to bare as they both try to navigate what they are to each other.

When We're Together, Our Bodies They Start Fires by JustJasper, Explicit, 2x06, "The Boogey Man", Reid sits in a police station practicing trying to lockpick a pair of handcuffs with a paperclip. Some short time later, he misses a hangout with Morgan, who goes to check on him.

🖤 Other Ships

Home by KatrioneSpecterRossi, Explicit, Emily Prentiss/David Rossi, Usually when there's a disturbance in the middle of the night, it involves Emily waking up from a PTSD-induced nightmare with her gun pointing at her bed partner's head. This time when she wakes up, it's for a very different reason...that turns out being a great deal more fun.

Level Pegging by Starzzy, Explicit, Elle Greenaway/Spencer Reid, “I don’t need, or frankly have the time to have sex,” he manages at last, somehow forcing his feet to move and take him forwards to the coffee maker. He almost forgoes the sugar entirely, wanting the bitter taste to wake him up from this walking nightmare he seems to be living in right now. “All I’m saying is, you wouldn’t be my first,” Elle says as she comes up to stand next to him.

❤️ Crossovers

I Used to Dread the Thought of Falling Quickly by Chaotic_Librarian, Explicit, Supernatural, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Spencer Reid/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Spencer Reid/Dean Winchester, Spencer Reid/Sam Winchester, Spencer Reid knows how to stumble into odd situations. But being kidnapped and then promptly flirted with? Seduced? by two of the FBI's Most Wanted? That has to take the cake. That, however, won't stop him from falling in love.

Entertained by Chaotic_Librarian, Explicit, Supernatural, Spencer Reid/Sam Winchester, Sam's sitting on his bar stool on the miniature stage again, his guitar in his lap.  Another stool serving as his table with a half-drunk glass of whiskey, he looks out across the mediocre crowd.  Typical Wednesday. That's his preferred crowd, anyway.  Joanne managing the bar, Pauline working the floor, and him on the stage as cheap entertainment.  Strumming his guitar and singing country songs he learned by heart years ago.  Sometimes he'll do requests.  But not often.  Not a lot of Kansans approach the stage when he's playing.  They just let him do his thing.

I Must Admit that I was Reeling by Chaotic_Librarian, Explicit, Supernatural, Spencer Reid/Sam Winchester, Aaron Hotchner/Dean Winchester, Spencer goes way too far to get closure on his fling with Sam Winchester. Because it was just a fling, right? It's not like they're meant to be, right?

To Love And To Be Loved In Return by reasonablerodents and Starzzy, Mature, Grease (1978), Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia/Derek Morgan, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau/Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner accepted a long time ago that he was never going to be able to be his true self. Not only was it illegal, it was highly unlikely that he’d ever find someone willing to be in hiding with him for the rest of their lives, unless America got a whole lot more open and accepting. That all changes when Spencer Reid transfers to Oakdale to finish his senior year.

Thank you everyone for making such great works this last year! The Quan-Tea-Co server is open to new members as long as you are over 18 years old. Invite Link.

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Take Off Your Colours (Alex Keller x F!Reader)

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TW for alcohol consumption and intoxication, oral sex (M receiving), it's been forever since I've written anything remotely smutty so be gentle

Leaning back into the cushions of the tattered couch, you listened to the mindless chatter amongst your friend and the guy she had started chatting with.

"You look bored" a familiar voice commented, the cushion beside you sinking as Alex sat beside you. "I thought the point of a party was to have fun"

Rolling your eyes, you took another sip of your drink. The alcohol warming your system as you hummed softly. Glancing at your friend from the corner of your eye, you gave him a half hearted shrug. Smirking when he mimicked the gesture.

"What does that even mean?" He chuckled, letting his head fall back against the couch. Your eyes tracing over the curves of his throat, alcohol blurring the boundaries as your eyes traced over the curves. Thoughts moving toward what it would feel like to press kisses against the skin.

No.

Focusing on the liquid in your cup, you swirled the liquid around. How good it would feel to lose some self-control..

"Stop thinking so loud," Alex groaned from beside you, lolling his head to look over at you with a raised brow. "It's a party, let loose."

"Might need you to show me how" you teased, finishing off your drink in one large sip. Elbow now resting on the back of the couch, your body turned toward where he sat. A lazy smile pulling at his lips as he gave you the same shrug from earlier.

Eyes scanning over his face, and down to where he held his own drink on his thigh. You bit the inside of your lip and pulled yourself off the couch. Excusing yourself for another drink.

A couple drinks later, you found yourself back in the same position on the couch. Face warm as you leaned in close to your friend, the two of you whispering back and forth.

"I doubt you've ever done anything impulsive" Alex teased with a snort, taking a long sip of his beer. "When's the last time you got laid?"

You open and closed your mouth a couple times, desperately trying to come up with a retort. Your mind already buzzing with alcohol, now screaming under his amused gaze.

"I can't remember the last time I got laid either. If that helps." Another shrug and sip of his drink as you looked him up and down.

No.

"Sounds like we both have a problem with an easy solution."

Head falling back against the door with a quiet thump, a soft moan escaping his lips. Eyes rolling back, as he placed a hand delicately in your hair. Not applying any pressure, just making sure you don't stop.

The soft sounds coming from his throat, the feeling of his large palm resting on the back of your head, and the subtle soreness of your jaw had your head spinning.

This couldn't be reality.

Flattening your tounge, you slowly pushed forward. Eyes cast up toward his as you took more of him. Pulling back slowly, humming as his fingers threaded into your hair. Urging you back. A silent plea to keep going.

Letting a long breath out through your nose, you bobbed your head. Slowly picking up the pace as you heard him utter a soft oh fuck under his breath.

Hips jerking forward involuntarily, he moaned a soft apology. Eyes meeting yours before he breathlessly asked, "Can I?"

When you shifted your weight back onto your legs, hands bracing onto his legs; he swore he died and ended up in somewhere resembling his own personal heaven. Cautiously, he pressed forward, moaning your name softly.

"If you ever want to stop, or need a break let me know. I'll stop, no questions asked." Pulling away, you nodded quickly with a small smile. Pupils dilated, eyes filled with lust.

"You're too damn good to me" he whispered, caressing your cheek softly before slipping into your open mouth. Hand moving to find purchase on the back of your head, as his hips rocked forward.

He soon found a steady rhythm, remaining careful not to push you too far. Moans and gasps escaping shamelessly as he worked himself to climax.

"Fuck" he hissed, pace picking up as his core tightened. Your eyes watered, as your thighs pressed together. The sounds he was making, and the feeling of him on your tounge.

This couldn't be reality.

"Gonna cum" he warned, eyes meeting yours once again. A silent confirmation that you were okay with this.

A few more quick thrusts, followed by a soft moan from the both of you he pulled away. Quickly slipping his pants back up before crouching to your level.

Panting slightly, he reached forward and pressed a warm kiss to your forehead. Thumbs wiping at the stray tears on your cheeks, head tilting in curiosity when he was met by your amused expression.

"Friendships over I take it?" You laughed, biting your lip as he rolled his eyes. A pink hue taking over his cheeks.

"Stop talking." He laughed softly, pressing a soft kiss to your mouth as he pulled you up off the floor. Eyes darting between you and the rest of the room, his hands sliding under the hem of your shirt.

Biting your lip gently, tugging at the front of his shirt and pulling him back with you. Softly whispering:

"My turn"

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Inside Man: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~3.1k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: The gang is split into two. Sam and Cas continue to look for the cure for the Mark with the help of someone who will do anything to bring you back. You and Dean face off with Rowena but this time, you're going to show her that you're the most powerful witch there is, and damn her if she thinks she can beat you.

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Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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You and Dean walk into a nearby bar since Sam took the Impala to Wichita. You fix your bra when you walk in and smooth down the ends of your hair. Fucking makes you thirsty. You turn around and walk backward toward the bar counter, your eyes on Dean.

"Can you get pregnant while being soulless?"

"God, I hope not."

"You should have pulled out."

You smirk and turn back toward the bar. The place is busy with people who are playing pool, throwing darts, eating good food, and enjoying each other's company. You order a double for yourself while Dean orders a plate of nachos. It's amusing how hard he's trying to stay away from alcohol as if he doesn't already have anger issues. You down the drink in one gulp when you hear the obnoxious boys over at the pool table shout in victory over their win.

"Boom! Money. Now. Loser!" one of them shouts. "Give me your cash. Now. Right now."

"What's up with the Abercrombie rejects?" Dean asks the bartender when he passes.

"College kids 'slumming it'. His name is Ty. He always comes in here and does this shit."

"Slumming? What are you talking about? This is a nice joint, huh? You got those custom urinal pucks."

"Come on, bitches. Who's next? twenty bucks a game. Twenty bucks," the same man announces to the entire bar.

You and Dean look at each other and you smirk.

"I'd love nothing more than to show those dicks who's really boss."

"You know, for once, I agree with you."

Dean messes his hair to look spiker than it is while you pull down your shirt slightly to make your breasts stand out more. The bartender shakes his head but doesn't do anything to stop you from going over there.

"Yo! We'll play," Dean says in his douchebag voice.

Ty looks at you up and down before looking at Dean.

"Seriously?"

"What, I've seen enough to know how to play. I'm real good at holding the stick thingy," you say as if you're a dumb bitch who doesn't know shit.

"Dude, he's blitzed," Ty's friend says.

"No, no, no, I'm good. Let me play," Dean says.

"He's fine. Grab a stick," Ty says.

Dean is the one who plays a few rounds with Ty and his friends, bad you might add. He wants them to let their guard down. You play the dumb bitch who cheers for her husband while Ty and his friends rack in the money you're so willing to give them. After Dean loses the game, he looks at you and you smirk knowing he is about to hand them their asses.

"Okay, alright. Again?" Dean says.

"Sure. Make it a hundred this time."

Dean nods and you reach into his back pocket for his wallet. He doesn't stop you when you place three one hundred dollar bills onto the side of the table.

"Make it three hundred." Both men look at each other with wide eyes. "What do you say?"

"Give me your cash," Ty says to his friend.

He puts the cash down on top of yours and Dean tsks as he shakes his head.

"I think you're a little short there. Why don't you toss in the watch?"

"My dad gave me this watch," Ty says.

"I'm sure it's a very touching story. Got a little tear in my eye," you say with a fake pout. "Come on. Are we gonna play or not?"

"Fine," Ty takes off his watch and adds it to the pile, "but don't come crying to me when you've lost all your drug money." Ty smirks and leans in a bit toward you. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll make your time worthwhile."

It takes everything in you not to slap him. You want to see his face when Dean beats them.

"You're gonna regret saying that my friend," Dean chuckles and picks up the triangle to rack the balls.

This time, Dean doesn't let them get a shot in. He immediately "sobers up" and sinks in every single striped ball until all that's left is every single solid and the eight ball. If Ty was in a cartoon, smoke would be coming out of his ears.

"That one," Dean indicates to a corner pocket before shooting the eight ball into it.

"You hustled me," Ty says angrily.

"Well, you're pretty quick for a guy who's all hair gel and body spray." Dean picks up all the cash and Ty's father's watch. "Thanks, fellas." He looks at you. "I'll be right back."

Ty is about to go over to Dean to hurt him but his friend holds him back from doing so.

"Forget it, dude. He's an ass."

"Yeah, but my ass," you smirk and trail a finger across Ty's collarbone. "Don't beat yourself up too much, Ty. Now I don't have to cry about losing my drug money." Ty glares down at you. "Awh, don't worry, sweetheart, you definitely made my time worthwhile."

You walk away from the duo and head back to the bar. You're about to order another double when the front doors open. You look to see a very small redhead walk in. Rowena. She is definitely up to no good. The last time you saw her, you didn't have any magic. Oh yes, this will be so much fun. You side off the bar stool and hide behind one of the big wooden pillars by the bar. She doesn't seem to notice you as she walks over to the two men you just hustled. She clears everyone out of the bar but Ty and his friend. Dean comes out of the bathroom but you stop him when you see Rowena whisper something to the two men.

"Witch is here. Should you take this or shall I?"

"You already know the answer to that," he whispers back.

"I won't go easy."

"No one is saying you should."

Once Rowena is done doing her thing on the two men, she sits down at the bar and grabs someone's leftover glass of wine. You two walk into the main room and she smirks at you.

"Dean. Y/N."

"Rowena. What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" You smirk. "I'm sorry. Did I say 'nice girl'? I meant 'evil skank'."

"You say that like it's an insult," she smiles, "but nice girls, they're pathetic. Here's to evil skanks."

Ty and his friend come out of the shadows with blood streaking out of their eyes. They look like the girl Rowena spelled when you first encountered her. No matter. They won't have a chance to hurt you. Dean steps away to let you handle witch business, and you turn to Rowena with an amused smile.

"Is this meant to scare me?"

"It should considering you don't have any magic."

You look at your hands and red magic pours from your palms.

"Wanna rethink that?"

Rowena sets the glass of wine on the bar counter and stands up in fear. Ty runs at Dean but you thrust your outstretched hand at him without looking away from Rowena. Ty stops in his tracks and looks confused as to why he can't move. His friend charges at you but you thrust your other hand at him, causing him to stop in his tracks. Your magic shoots at them and encases their bodies. You pull your magic back, pulling the spell from their bodies. You move your hands toward Rowena, use the spell along with your magic, and blast her back. She topples over a table and some chairs, falling on her ass on the floor.

"Come here, boys," you say. Ty and his friend are compelled to listen to you. You stand in between them and place your hands on both of their shoulders. Your eyes shine red as do theirs so you know they're under your command. "Listen here, pets, she's your target now. Go fetch."

Both men run at Rowena quickly but she has tricks up her sleeves that prevent them from hurting her. She chants something in Latin and blasts them back into the bar counter. Both men hit their heads so hard that it severs your connection to them, and they pass out immediately. Dean takes another step back, fearful of what might happen between two powerful witches. Rowena takes off her coat to reveal symbols she has painted red on her skin. She rolls up her sleeves to reveal more symbols.

"You're no match for me," you laugh.

"We'll see about that."

She yells something in Irish this time and the symbols on her body start to glow purple. Purple magic shoots out of her body and into yours but it doesn't hurt. No, it sends you on a high like never before. You gasp and tilt your head abc as you absorb her power. When she's done, she looks confused as to why you're either not dead or on the floor crying.

"Not possible," she whispers.

"That," you moan. "I want more of that."

You blast her with her magic but instead of hurting her, you pull your magic back like what you did with Ty and his friend. Rowena's magic starts being pulled from her body and she gasps in pain. She can't stop it even if she wants to. You're too powerful for anyone to stop. She doubles over in pain the more you stay high. She chants something in Latin which forms a protective bubble around her, severing the connection. You stumble back into another wooden pillar and look at Dean with hooded eyes.

"Better do something now."

He marches over to her and pins her to the bar counter with a knife to her throat. She knows if she tries anything, he will kill her. The high you're on is already fading but the Mark on your collarbone burns with intensity. It's satisfied... for now.

"If you try anything, I will unleash all of Y/N onto you." Rowena looks at you and you wave with a smirk. "Do you understand me?"

"Fine. You win this one," she glares.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Saving my son."

"Your son?"

"Crowley," she rolls her eyes.

"You've got to be kidding me," you laugh.

"My son is a king, a God, or he would be if you didn't snap your fingers, and he comes running like a wee lapdog."

"Lady, your son is a coward at best," you roll your eyes.

"You two are a good influence on him. That's why you two need to die."

"How's that working out for you? You're no match for Y/N," Dean whispers lowly.

"Oh, I'll try again," she smirks.

"What, you think I'm just gonna let you walk out of here now?"

"I think you two are heroes." She looks at you. "You could have killed those men, but you didn't because they're innocent. Because you're the good girl and you want them to live."

"Really? That's what you think?" you smirk. Before Dean can stop you, you raise your hand and twist your wrist, causing both men's necks to snap. Rowena's eyes widen at their dead bodies. "They mean nothing to me, Rowena. You mean nothing to me." You walk closer to her and Dean and shove Dean to the side. You grip her neck and squeeze tightly, and she claws at your hand fearfully. "If you don't want to leave here in a body bag, I suggest you stay the hell away from me. I have no problem ending your sad and pathetic little life." You drop your words to a whisper and lean in closer. "You are nothing compared to me. Understand?"

You let go of her neck and she coughs violently. She does the smart thing and leaves while she still can. You look at Dean to see him looking at the two men you just killed. You roll your eyes and walk past him to get to the bar.

"Save me the waterworks, Dean. They were collateral damage."

Dean doesn't say a word as he picks up one of the men. He needs to get rid of them before the public comes back. When Dean comes back from burying two bodies, you're behind the bar fixing him a drink. You slide it on the counter and he takes it without a single word to you. He takes a sip and looks at you knowing that Mam snitched to the King. You look behind him to see Crowley standing there with an angry look on his face.

"Been waiting on you."

Dean turns to face Crowley.

"Squirrel. Witch."

"Bitch," you say. "Where's Mommy Dearest?"

"Would it make a difference?"

"Not really," you shrug. "So, are you two going to do this or are you just going to stare at each other like star-crossed lovers?"

Crowley wants to kill you and Dean for what you did to Rowena but after hearing what you had to say, that all changed. Turns out when Rowena went back to Hell to snitch, she banged herself up pretty good so it looks like you beat her ass. She wanted Crowley to kill you and Dean because she failed herself. By the end of this, you're behind the bar making drinks while Crowley and Dean sit on the other side drinking what you serve them.

"She wishes I did more to her," you laugh. "All I did was steal a little magic."

"So, she's a liar."

"What did you expect? She's the mother of a demon. She's not exactly sprouting white wings and a halo."

Crowley looks over and sees the Mark peeking out from your shirt.

"Mother says that Mark is just a curse and can be removed. Of course, she doesn't know how."

You slam the glass in your hand so hard onto the bar counter that it shatters. Blood trickles down your hand but you ignore it. Both men jump from shock and stare at you with wide eyes, Dean more so than Crowley.

"If you so much as search for a cure, I'm going to punish him," you point to Dean while looking at Crowley, "and he knows exactly what I'll do."

Dean and Crowley look at each other, and there is fear in Dean's eyes.

"Don't look for it."

Crowley takes a sip of his alcohol and decides to change the subject before someone dies.

"Mother says I've gone soft."

Dean relaxes knowing he's on safe ground now.

"You have. Yeah, maybe it's all the human blood that Sammy pumped into you, but the old Crowley would have come in here with hellhounds and demons, and he would have blown the roof off the joint. Now? You didn't want to fight. You wanted to talk. Maybe I've changed, too. Here I am playing Dr. Phil to the King of Hell. Never saw that coming," Dean scoffs.

"Maybe we're getting old."

"Never saw that coming, either. What is it, huh? Why are you letting Mommy Dearest tie you into knots?"

"Because we're family. Blood."

"That's not the same thing. A wise man once told me, 'Family don't end in blood.'," you chuckle at the memory of your father, "but doesn't start there, either. Family cares about you, not what you can do for them. Family's there through the good and bad. They got your back," Dean looks at you, "even when it hurts. That's family. Does that sound like your mother?"

"Take it from Dean to talk about family," you say. "He's sticking with me even after all I've done to try and prove him otherwise."

"I'm not giving up on you no matter what you say or do."

"You see?" You smirk. "Blind loyalty. Would your mother do that for you?"

Crowley leaves the bar soon after, and you and Dean leave the bar after him. It's time to go home anyway. You don't want to stay in your room for the rest of the night so you drop Dean off at home and take the car to be anywhere but here. Dean doesn't mind since Sam is back. He wants to talk to him without the fear of you overhearing them.

"What happened? Where's Cas?"

"Where's Y/N?"

"Out. I don't know when she'll be back so talk."

"Metatron knows more than what he was letting on. He has to know about the cure. Cas and I broke him out of Heaven."

"Broke him out? How?"

"Bobby. We needed someone on the inside and he's just as good as any to do it."

Dean nods in agreement. He wishes he could have been there to talk to Bobby but in a way, he's glad he wasn't.

"He's not going to talk," Dean sighs.

"He will now. He's human. Cas stole his Grace."

"Wow, a human Metatron. I would have loved to see that. Don't tell Y/N that or she will kill him."

"I know. We were going to kill him but he knows where Cas' grace is. He said he'd take him to it. What about you? What did you two do?"

"Went to a bar. Played some pool. Got ambushed by Crowley's mother. Rowena."

"Are you kidding me?" Sam gasps.

"I wish. Y/N killed two innocent people and almost killed Rowena. Crowley came, we talked, and now we're all best friends," Dean says sarcastically. "To be honest, I don't know if there is anything left of her to save."

"We're not giving up, Dean. We'll find this cure. You'll get her back." Dean nods but doesn't say anything about it. "I have something for you. I already read ours." Sam takes out the two envelopes from his jacket pocket One sealed. One opened. "Bobby wrote one for us and one for Y/N."

Dean takes the letters and stares at your name written in Bobby's scrawly handwriting.

"Don't give this to her."

"I know. Cas told me not to."

"No, I mean it, Sam. She'll burn it."

"I know," Sam says softly. "Put it away until she's ready to read it. I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."

Sam leaves Dean alone in the war room. He opens his letter with shaky hands and begins reading it.

Sam and Dean, So... this is weird, huh? Look, I just wanted to say that I know what you two are trying to do for each other. Cas told me everything. I'm not asking you to stop because it breaks my heart to know my daughter is a shell of who she used to be. I know about my grandbabies and I want you two to do whatever it takes to protect them. My daughter loves them with all her heart and I don't want to see them in Heaven a moment before they're supposed to be here. I'm not there to tell you what to do or to guide you, but I know you two will make the right choice. Sam, you're a good man. One of the best. I'm damn proud of you, son. I was content up here but getting the call from you has made me the happiest I've been in forever, no matter what it costs. Dean, I can't imagine what you're going through right now. I'm damn proud of you, too. I wish I could have heard your voice but I know you've got your hands full at the moment. When you feel like giving up, just remember that it won't last forever. You'll get Y/N back and your children. Anyway, I can't wait to hear what you three have done in your life when you finally do get to Heaven. Make it a long one. Stay safe, keep fighting, and kick it in the ass. Bobby

Dean lets the letter flutter to the table as tears stream down his face.

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[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

Jade with a reader who gets force fed mushrooms and he tries to tie you down and successfully does it

You ask for help from Azul and Floyd who are also scared shitless

Hehe

Warning(s): drugging, restraints used, force feeding, mushrooms (yuck!!)

Jade always trials his dishes on people before serving them to a wider audience of people.

Most of them involved mushrooms, which you (his primary tester) did not like.

You've tried protesting before, but that didn't exactly help you. Now he just doesn't tell you what he puts in the dishes.

You started refusing to eat whatever he gives you. He solved that issue by simply forcing you to eat. The claw marks all over your face remind you to never do that again.

But Jade could tell you were beginning to become unhappy with him. He needs to fix that.

"(Y/N), I'm sorry about everything that's been happening." Jade told you, holding some food on a plate. You looked at his left hand, covered in bandages. "Ah, I accidentally cut myself while making this."

...yeah, that makes sense.

"Well, thanks for apologizing, I guess..." You said.

"Can you please test this dish for me? There are no mushrooms, I promise you."

Would he lie to you?

Well, yes, but when there's nothing to gain from it? No, he wouldn't.

You took the plate of food from him.

You began to eat the food. He didn't lie, there were definitely no mushrooms, but... something was wrong.

"Oh dear, are you ok, (Y/N)?"

"M-my heart-!" You said, a hand on your chest. There was a terrible pain in your chest.

"Oh no, perhaps I accidentally mixed some of my blood into the food after I had cut myself!" Jade said, worried. "As a moray, my blood is highly poisonous, it causes muscles to cramp- including the heart." Jade explained. "But don't worry! I've created a cure just for this scenario, here, drink it!"

Jade handed you a cup of colourful liquid. Worried about your fucking heart stopping, you drank it without any second thoughts.

You immediately started feeling lightheaded.

You fell backwards and collided with the floor with a painful slam.

It only felt like a second.

When your eyes opened, you found yourself in a dark room.

"Ah, you're awake." You'd failed to notice Jade standing above you. "I assume you're hungry. My potion was a bit too effective, and you were asleep for two whole days."

"Come to think of it, y-yeah..." You mentioned, realizing just how hungry you were. You tried to get out of the bed, and started to freak out when you realized you couldn't move, at all.

"Shh, there's no reason to panic... I've simply done this to get the best results for us, (Y/N)..." Jade smiled. "You always try some amusing way of refusing... silly excuses that I see right through. So, if you have no way to refuse... efficiency will rise exponentially!"

"E-efficiency?" You asked. "What the hell are you talking about, Jade?!"

"I'm giving you a... 'promotion', let's call it. My personal trial customer." Jade said to you. "Aha... I'm sure you wonder how you got into this position, right?"

"No, you poisoned me with your blood and made me faint." You pouted.

"I actually didn't!" Jade happily told you. "I simply created a potion that would temporarily give the you the same symptoms as being poisoned by a moray! And then I gave you that fake 'cure' which was, in reality, a sleeping poison."

"What-?"

"Now, I have a dish I want you to try~"

This went on for weeks.

Weeks of having your jaws pried open so Jade could get you to eat his food. Weeks of Jade holding your mouth shut to prevent you from spitting the food out.

Weeks of successful sales at the Lounge.

"Say 'ahh', (Y/N), don't make me force feed you again."

He loved that he was in complete control of you. In fact, he would have shown his more sadistic side had it not been for his goal of wanting you to be his personal 'test subject' for lack of a better term.

One day, you woke up to see a note on the side table. Since you're tied to the bed you can't exactly pick it up to read it, but you could at least make out the words.

Kitchen is out of ingredients. Gone foraging, be back soon. - Jade Leech

He's gone?

He's gone!

Alright, time to enact your great escape!

The... great escape that... you haven't planned at all.

But just at that moment, there was a knock at the door.

"Jade? Are you in there? We need you at the Lounge!"

Was that Azul?

"Jade! Open this door! We need you back at the Lounge, we are severely understaffed!"

"He's not gonna answer, Azul."

"Fine. Floyd, please break the door down."

"What am I? Your mafia lackey?"

"Just break down the door please..."

"Fine. But you gotta let me say silly mafia lackey lines after you speak, got it?"

Then, the door was broken down.

"Jade, get back to the Lounge now! We need you!"

"Yeah, listen to the bawss or your gonna be sleeping with the fishes tonight! Eh?! Wait a minute... Shrimpy?! Is that you?"

"Wha- (Y/N)?! This is where you've been?!"

The pair immediately ran towards you, and Azul began untying you.

"You've been missing for weeks and you were right under our noses the whole time?" Azul asked, shocked. "What happened, why are you here?!"

"Jade. I tried to stop taste testing his dishes, he literally faked poisoning me with his blood, then gave me a potion that put me to sleep and when I woke up I was here." You explained.

Azul and Floyd both had a look you can only describe as disgust mixed with shock & horror.

"Poor soul, I can't even begin to imagine how horrible that must have been!" The way he worded it sounded like he was making fun of you, but the way he said it, the expression on his face... you could tell it was genuine.

"I knew he was kinda sadistic, but this? Way too far." Floyd added.

As you were fully untied, a certain someone entered the room.

"(Y/N), I got the ingredients! I can begin cooking for you again-" Then, Jade realized Azul and Floyd standing in his room with you, unrestrained. He was so shocked he dropped the mushrooms he was holding. "...I can explain, I swear."

That was useless.

All four of you knew he couldn't explain why you were tied to his bed.

"Jade, we talked about this." Azul sighed.

What does he mean by that. Has Jade done this before.

The answer is yes, but you don't need to know that.

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Strongest Menace (DrunkGojo x GN!Reader)

All of the comments on my Nanami post were expressing deep concern for Gojo, it's pretty much a unanimous agreement that the man's a lightweight, so I figured I'd put everyone's minds at ease.

Be aware, I wrote this up pretty quick so it's not really detailed, I've been bored all day :P Got everything done on my morning energy surge haha.

'Something better be on fire if you're calling me at two in the morning, Nanami.' You grunted sleepily into the phone, hardly able to construct syllables due to being woken up after only falling asleep two hours ago. 'You're where with...excuse me? You took Gojo, drinking? Gojo took you drinking. Fuck.'

You were throwing off blankets and sliding on shoes while Nanami blearily told you where he'd last seen the strongest sorcerer, your boyfriend, who just so happens to be an absolute lightweight.

A chipmunk could outdrink Satoru, normally he knows not to push it, especially around Nanami, who has a fairly high tolerance and tends to go walkabout when he gets drunk.

Sometimes though, he forgets. Which puts you in a very awkward position, using your curse to track down your snowy menace of a partner.

Tonight, you were lucky, he had all his clothes on and lay passed out on a bar top, being drooled over by some girls.

You rolled your eyes, strutting up to the bartender and holding out your credit card. 'Hey, this idiot's my boyfriend, mind if I clear his tab?'

'Got any proof?'

You pulled out your phone, showing a picture of you and Satoru on the day of your graduation, he's got you sat on his shoulder, holding up a peace sign with a stupid grin on his face.

The bartender nodded, muttering under his breath as he takes your card and pays off whatever bill Satoru had racked up.

Now came the hard part. Pushing past the people drooling over your boyfriend, you poked his cheek gently. 'Hey, idiot! Rise and shine.'

'Mmm, angel? 'm I dead?'

'You will be if you keep me up much longer.' You mutter grumpily, grabbing his arm and slinging it over your shoulders. 'It's (Y/N), so don't you dare start wailing about me kidnapping you again, snowflake.'

'Oooh, hey there doll. You're lookin' hot as fire tonight!' He's not slurring nearly as much as he does when he's half asleep, if you didn't know him any better you'd think he was more sober than he is. Experience tells you that Gojo can sound as sober as the day he was born, while being pissed out of his mind.

'Come dance with me?'

'You can't even walk straight, dipshit.' Normally, you wouldn't have dreamed of fighting him, but in this state? He's putty in your hands and lets you half carry him to your car. 'Don't you dare puke on my seats, Satoru.'

'Oooh, you said my name all sexy like.' He sings flirtatiously. 'Car sex?'

'Whiskey dick?' You snorted in mild amusement, slamming the driver's side door shut and rolling the windows down. 'You good?'

'Mmm, am now with you here, gorgeous. Have I ever told you how perfect you look even when you're sleep deprived?'

'Good, because I'm always sleep deprived.'

'Weeell you're always pretty sooo...' He puckers his lips expectantly at you, only earning rolled eyes and your palm to his face. 'Ow! Baby, don't you wanna kiss your man?'

'When he stinks of bar floor? Not really. Besides, I'm driving. Now behave.'

Satoru doesn't know the meaning of the word, it takes practise to ignore the way his hands wander, the way he whines in your ear. You won't lay a hand on him (in that sense) when he's this fucked up. He'll pay for it tomorrow, and the night after that.

He flirts and whines and moans all the way to your apartment and into your bed, where he promptly passes out, wrapped around you like a damn koala.

His face is buried against your neck, placing kisses in his sleep, muttering sweet nothings, and despite the alcohol on his breath and the knowledge that he'll whine your ear off tomorrow about the hangover, you can't help but relish in the knowledge that you're the only one who gets to see him like this.

World's strongest he may be, he's also a lightweight, a terrible flirt, an absolute menace to society when inebriated, and above all that, he's yours.

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Anyway, have this cut scene

(It takes away from the actual story in the CleganMarge I'm writing, so just enjoy it as a slice of life).

Marge doesn't bother giving names. The only other person Clarie might be interested in is Jack Kidd, and while he's coming alone, he has a room done up at Chick's house like he sleeps in it when he very much does not. Marge had clocked it on her and Gale's first visit and made sure to mention it vaguely over dinner. 

*

"Jack, I know you and John don't always see eye to eye, but it's funny to see how similar your rooms are. Well, your room and our guest room. Although, honestly, I think we're the closest thing John has to off-base housing."

Jack meets placid smile with a bland expression. "I hate to say it, Mrs. Cleven, but I'm sure that's not the only thing we have in common."

"Please, call me Marge, both of you," she says, glancing from Jack to Chick, who is sitting very still and seemingly unsure of what to do.

Next to Marge, Gale clears his throat, then folds his napkin. "Honey, I think--"

"Goddamnit, Jack, I guess I do owe you two dollars," Chick says before Gale can finish his sentence.

And the quiet tension in the room disappears, replaced with four people all giving each other amused, knowing looks around a lovely dinner.

"How do you put up with both of them at the same time?" Jack asks. "I wanted to knock their heads together. Hell, I still do."

"Oh, that's easy," Marge says. "I just knock their heads together."

Jack chuckles and nods. "Makes sense."

Gale clears his throat again. "If I might ask," he says, "How did you two, um, figure it out?"

"Whiskey," Jack says at the same time Chick says, "Drunkenly."

Marge giggles, cutting Gale a look. "Oh, so we're not the only ones."

"Buck doesn't drink," Jack says.

"I dabble a bit now," Gale replies, and Marge isn't surprised to see Jack look shocked. She was rather shocked the first time she saw him take a drink herself, though she's glad he finally let go of his fear of it after everything he's been through.

"I've always enjoyed a drink or two," Marge says. "One night, John and I each had three, and at the end of the night, as we were all walking to the car, my mouth got ahead of my good sense, and I blurted out how much I cared about them both."

"We'd talked about it before," Gale says. "How we both felt about him, but we hadn't planned on telling him."

"Wait, was this before you shipped over?" Jack asks.

"The night before Bucky flew out," Gale says.

Jack looks stunned, then he laughs so hard he has to lean on the table for support. "Wait. Wait."

"Yes," Gale says before Jack can catch his breath, "I'm pretty sure that's why he broke that narwhal tusk and nearly lost an eye winning me a bike."

"As you know, John is terribly dramatic," Marge adds just to see if she can make Jack laugh harder. He does.

"Wait. Narwhal tusk? What's this?" Chick asks. "I heard about the dart game. Thank goodness Tommy really is that good a shot."

"John sent a package to Gale to give to the bartender in Greenland," Marge says.

"It was a unicorn figurine," Gale says. "It's his favorite extinct animal."

Jack's still laughing.

[atinyjules]

Hi!

It's my first time sending a request so sorry for being akward 😅. I hope I don't manage to somehow mess this up.

Could I please request reader being Rang's samjoko!gf (The samjoko is the three-legged crow, and was considered a symbol of power during the Goguryeo Dynasty - superior to even the dragon and the bonghwang) that goes back with Yeon to 1938 and when Rang sees her he flirts with her and imidiately falls in love with her all over again?

Sorry for any grammar mistakes english is not my first language. Also reader doesn't have to be samjoko, I just thought it would be an interesting idea. Also if you decide to do it I want to thank you. So: THANK YOU!:)♥

ONLY - LEE RANG

Dww! Omg like this request is just😭😭!

Like I apologize if my interpretation of the samjoko isn't perfect. But damn the idea is so good!💖👌

So I wasn't sure whether you wanted Rang to be alive or dead in her timeline so I kept it like the original story where he sacrificed himself for Yeon.

Genre: Fluff,a tinge of angst, romance, fantasy au.

Pairings: Lee Rang x samjoko!reader (named)

Warnings: Swearing, violence, mentions of death etc.

Everything happened so fast. One moment you were relaxing at your favorite café drinking coffee and the next moment you were being asked to go inside a portal of some sort but it wasn't like you had any other choice but to go in.

"Go and assist Lee Yeon, Shinjoo already left. You must hurry!" Taluipa exclaimed as you nodded.

"Yes, ma'am!" you exclaimed and went inside the door which led to your current situation.

Noeul's

"W-Where am...I?" I looked around as I fixed my hair and stood up. As I scanned my surroundings realisation hit me like a truck as I finally found out where I was.

"No....no, no, no, noo! It can't be...nooo way!" I exclaimed as I picked up a newspaper from the street and gasped as I read the date.

1938

"Why am I-wait...if I was sent here to assist Yeon, he must be somewhere around here." I mumbled to myself as I adjusted my bow and dusted the dirt from my dress. I then proceeded to create a little ball of fire on my palm which I turned to a raven.

"Take me to Yeon." I said and threw it to the sky and it immediately got a lead making me smile as I started running.

"Go ahead, I'll catch up!" I ordered it as it flew north. After what felt like forever my raven lead me to a noodle shop making me groan as it landed on my shoulder.

"I told you to find Yeon, not food...it's already dark now." I said and sighed as the raven turned into fire and disappeared.

"Hm...I've seen this car before-" I was cut off by the door of the restaurant opening.

"Yeon?" I said catching his attention as well as soneone I never expected to see again.

It was Rang...in the flesh. Alive and well making me widen my eyes as I looked at Yeon who looked at me in surprise.

"Noeul? What are you doing here?" he said as I took him to the corner of the restaurant.

"How is Rang alive?!" I whisper shouted as his eyes softened.

"He's not your Rang...he's the Rang of this timeline...even I was surprised at first but what are you doing here?" he asked as I looked up to see Rang who was staring at me with an amused smirk.

"Taluipa sent me here to assist you and Shinjoo...but where is he?" I asked as he furrowed his brows.

"I have no idea."

Rang's

Damn...

Who is she?

What is she?

How does she know Yeon?

I looked at the unknown girl who had just made an appearance, immediately taking Yeon to a corner and talked to him. As they talked I just stared at her who was like an angel. She wore a short white two piece dress that stopped to her thighs and a golden heart pendant paired with another pearl necklace along with pearl earrings and crazy looking shoes that made her taller. She had beautiful curls that was tied up with a white and shiny bow that held her hair in place.

She was just gorgeous.

I stared at her with an amused smirk when she suddenly looked up at me and fuck was she ethereal. But her eyes were so beautiful.

Were they made of glass? Cause it seemed like it.

I felt my heart skip a beat as the way she looked at me with those eyes that seemed to hold a universe inside them had been imprinted in my mind.

I chuckled at how stupid I felt.

Don't tell me I fell for someone I just met. I don't even know her name for fucksake.

"Rang-ah, sorry we took so long." I looked up to see Yeon with her standing next to him. Were my eyes playing tricks on me? Cause I swear I saw her eyes glistening. Did she cry?

"Meet Noeul, she's my friend. Noeul, meet my little brother Rang." Yeon said as she looked at me for a brief moment with a soft smile and bowed.

"I'm Kang Noeul...pleasure to meet you." she said and brought her hand forward for me to shake as I took it as my chance to woo her.

"Noeul...a beautiful name for a beautiful woman." I said with a smirk as I brought her hand to my lips and placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand.

"Aishh! Rang-ah!" Yeon pulled me to a corner leaving a flustered and shocked Noeul.

"She's the sensitive type so don't just do things like that." Yeon told me as I jerked out of his grasp.

"Don't touch me like that, geez." I said as I walked towards her with a smile.

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful your eyes are? Cause I think your eyes hold a big universe where I wouldn't mind getting lost in." I said as she looked at me with those eyes as it glistened. She looked down and chuckled.

"Is it so?" she said and looked at me again, this time with tear filled eyes.

"Omo, I'm so sorry...are you cryin-" she cut me off with a sweet giggle.

"You are the only person to ever compliment my eyes." she said as I puffed up my chest.

"Well, I see a lot of things in you that are just amazing...so if you give me a chance to woo you, I promise you won't regret it." I said and looked at her with a hopeful smile as she broke into a smile and wiped her eyes.

"Woo me then...show me what you got." Noeul said and stood straight with her hands on her hips as I brought my hand forward.

"For that, my Princess...you'd have to hold my hand to get the maximum effect." I said as she chuckled and joined her small hand with my larger hand.

"It definitely makes a difference." she said and looked at me with a beautiful smile adorning her glowing face.

She's definitely the one for me.

"My only one, when I see you

I want to lean on you, I want to have you

A love like this would make

Even the most immature dream come true"

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Okay so this didn't turn out as good as I hoped to be so I apologize but I hope you guys enjoyed reading it!🌼

I can definitely see myself writing more parts for this fic.🤧

So to get an idea of Noeul's outfit click here.

©All rights reserved @atinyjules

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A heart full of pity (part 4 (final))

Masterlist Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut

Summary: Cruelty leads to cruelty. This circle is difficult to break apart, sometimes it ends up breeding monsters, chimeras. But if one participant finds the strength to show compassion: there is hope for everyone.

TW: Mention of scars left by an injury (burns). Swearing. Smut part under cut. Thanks: @homicidal-slvt opened this portal for me and helped me share something very personal. I can never thank her enough. Check out her absolutely beautiful Nik drabble. @sofasoap created Lastochka series and got me absolutely enamored by a character I, could barely stand before. This is the real power of writing. And my dear @gamergirlbones who woke up one morning and decided to be the best, most supporting and encouraging person out there.

Authors note: Im sorry for Nik literally not shutting up for a single minute in smut-part. In his defence: he behaved for a good two parts. This is the final part. I may return to these characters one day, but this story arc is over.

Their final destination appears to be a secluded sea bay, which would look like a tourist heaven if it was located in a more popular country. For the first time, Nikolai doesn't take her on a meeting, and she is on her own till the evening, when they were supposed to go have a much-needed drink. She couldn't wrap her head around the fact, that Nik not only had a full military organization at his disposal, but also was trying to hire her even in her present ‘useless’ state. “I need you.” These were the exact words, he used that morning, leaving her alone at their table. The words stuck in her head, as she was aimlessly roaming around a seashore, cooling her barefoot in water. Here, away from prying eyes, she could finally take off a warm thick shirt and expose her back to sun rays. In the evening, Nik meets her at the hotel entrance, and she immediately regrets agreeing to go out for a drink with him. Of course, she hoped to take her mind off his "Project C" for at least an hour. But she hadn't planned on being distracted by the top buttons of his shirt, which were, quite ‘by accident’, left unbuttoned. And by no means did she plan to stare at the rolled-up sleeves hugging tightly his forearms. She felt, she was desperately losing the ‘look anywhere but at him’ contest every time she caught his smug grin. He was clearly amused by her attempts to find any topic to speak on, just to avoid long pauses in which he just tilted his head lightly while looking at her. “I've just remembered that time Gaz asked me if there were any specifically Russian drinking games. I had to think for 5 minutes straight and still didn't manage to come up with anything.” She takes a sip out of her glass, not raising her gaze. “How does ‘survive the morning after drinking with a Russian’ sounds?” Nikolai lets out a dark chuckle. “Oh no, even I suck at it. A thousand years ago, when I was still young and naive, I once drank rum with a guy, claiming, that I was immune to alcohol due to my origins… I believe my lips were all over him just a few hours later. And on the next morning, my head was killing me.” By the end of the story her face goes red, but she shares it anyway, since the memory is more funny than embarrassing after all these years. “Poor little one.” Nik reaches out and pats her head. “But you also make me question myself, why the hell aren't we drinking rum.” “Because I now can't stand even a smell of it. And because you don't need it.” She looks beyond his back at slowly crowding bar. A few pairs of pretty eyes are glued to Nikolai, and she envies them for being able to sneak a peak, while he doesn't notice. The more people gather in the bar, the more stuffy and warm it becomes. At some point, she understands, that all the layers of cloth, she is hiding her skin under, are going to suffocate her. So she excuses herself and goes to the ladies room. There, she closes her eyes and splashes some water on her face. “Excuse me?” An unfamiliar voice is calling. She brushes the drops from her eyes and turns towards the sound. Two women: mesmerizing eyes, caramel tan, light sundresses dancing around soft curves, smiles making the whole room seeming more illuminated. “Yes?” She straightens her back. “Excuse us if we misread, we've noticed you and your partner sitting there, and… do you guys date? Because if yes, then sorry again.” One of them speaks, while the other is standing back, trying to mask her interest. She stares blankly at them for a couple of seconds, processing, what she just heard. “Ehm, no! No, we are just colleagues…” “Oh in that case don't you mind if we talk to your colleague? You see, she back there has a thing for accents, and I am here more for show… and to help her.” “Yes, of course!” It seems, her brain turns off and her mouth keeps forming words automatically. “In fact, I was just going to call it a night anyway, so he'll be free in a 5. He's a great guy, yes. Nik. Very nice one…” She mumbles some more nonsense and storms out of the room.

She manages to sneak behind Nikolai and leave the bar. On the way back to the hotel, she takes out her smartphone and types a message. "Sorry, just remembered something urgent. Don't worry, I'm fine. Please have fun.” As soon as the display blinks, showing a new notification - she turns the smartphone off.

Back in her room, she finally drags her clothes off. Her head is full of questions, she is angry, disappointed and despondent, her eyes burn with tears. “This is the right thing, the right, very right thing to do,” she mutters, stepping in the shower. Yes, of course it was only right to help a good friend to find a pleasing company. Well, maybe, it wasn't so gracious of her to run away, but she let him know, she was ok. Tomorrow, he himself will thank her for being such a nice wingman. What obviously isn't the right thing to do is to picture their fingers undoing his belt and shirt, playing with his hair… She growls and turns on freezing water. She hates cold showers, even in summer. But now anything will do just to shush those images away from her mind. Ice-cold water cramps her wrists, pains her legs. She closes her eyes and leans against the wall. Drops of water mix with tears, flow down and disappear into the drain. "You did the right thing," she whispers as shivers run through her body. She is interrupted by a knock on the door. "Great, let's have someone else mix up their room with mine and break in here," she mutters, wrapping herself in a towel. The knock repeats and she opens the door just a bit so that she could assess the extent of her problem and decide if she can handle it on her own. Nikolai is standing outside the door and his appearance alone does not bode well. Never before has she seen such a deep worry on his face. “You ok?” he reaches out his hand to her, but she backs up. “Can we at least talk? Please.” She lets him in and frantically dresses up in a bathroom, while he is waiting outside. “Sure, we can talk. Anything wrong?” She tries her best to sound calm and happy. When she walks in back in the room, he hands her his smartphone. “You tell me. If I did anything wrong, if I scared you with that rum-joke or crossed any line - you tell me, please. But don't sneak behind my back, setting some random girls on me. Don't disappear like that, because it is scary. And you know, I'm not the one to get frightened easily.” She looks down on his phone. He texted and called her. A lot. Guilt squeezes her throat, stings her chest so hard that she struggles to breathe in. She sits on her bed and gives him his phone back. “I'm sorry, Nik, I didn't mean to ruin your night. It's just… They asked me and I thought, it would be nice for you to look at someone other than me for one evening. Someone jolly and fun.” “Why do you make it all about me, little one? What about our night, why give up on it? For a sake of some ladies, you see for the first and the last time in your life?” He lifts her face by the chin, and she notices that his hair was disheveled. Perhaps he was really in a hurry to find her and ran. “For your sake. I wanted you to have a good time. You deserve to be surrounded by beautiful people, to have a little joy here and there.” Despite guilt burning inside, she made herself look him in the eyes. “And that beauty and joy exclude you? Who said you that, dear? Who was that idiot? Give me the name.” His tone is still warm and friendly, but his words make her nervous.

“No, Nikolai, this is not a situation, where you need to prove me wrong about my appearance. I'm ok with that, I promise. How I look, how I make others feel, is not my entire personality. I'm fine with being the way I am now.” Her voice trembles treacherously. “You are so fine with that, you hide yourself under a ton of sweaters, jackets, long pants, hoodies throughout the whole summer. And if I don't comment on that - it doesn't mean I don't notice. Now stop ignoring my question and give the name.” He smiles as if he doesn't plan on having ‘the talk’ with anyone, who planted this idea in her head. “It hurts even to glance at me.” The familiar words that escape her lips felt like they doused him with boiling water. It was him, all this time it was his words, that brought her pain, made her hate her own body. Nik slowly sinks on the bed beside her. “Grebanniy pridurok*” He quietly curses at himself, looking right before him. “Now, how about you end this charity evening and leave my room? Because I know, a heart full of pity can gather me an army, get me any weapon, set half a city on fire… but let us stop right there, because I don't want your attention or affection when it's all a ruth.” Her voice becomes again colorless and plain, just like the day he made her look at her reflection. “I was out of my pity for you on the very next morning after they hurt you.” Nik goes to the bathroom and returns with a towel. He sits beside her, carefully takes her wet hair, that soak her shirt and dries them with a towel. “The moment you woke up after that night, when you barely slept because of pain. At that exact moment I saw, you are not done fighting. At that exact second, there was no more pity for you. Maybe it was too soon, too hard on you. But if I had a pity - I wouldn't say that nonsense only to push you forward.” His touch is gentle and light. After drying her hair, he softly pulls her unbuttoned shirt down as it was so wet, he could see another layer of cloth under it. She doesn't protest, she just stares silently at the wall, letting him do whatever he wants. What difference does it make if she doesn't feel anything anyway? So she thought until his fingers brush against her shoulder. “You know, when you climb above the cloud level in an airplane, you can look down and not recognize clouds. There is this ‘altostratus’ type, that looks like frozen sea waves from above. Just like this place right here.” He traces a semi-circle on the back of her shoulder covered with marks and seams and covers it with an open warm palm. Her pulse quicken with panic: she hasn't felt anything in months, she could even accidentally cut her scorched skin and not notice, and now she clearly felt Niks` touch. “And when you climb up a bit more - you may find cirrostratus clouds. They float like bird feathers underwater and look just like this.” His fingers move the strap of her tank top a little and draw a pattern over one of her scars. “But my favourite one is cumulonimbus, a feisty one. Heart of thunder and plane hunter, it can produce tornado, lightnings, severe weathers of almost any kind. But it is gorgeous: it towers above others and changes constantly. Like this deep line, going down your spine.” “Nikolai, you really believe, fetishizing my scars will help?” She hides her face, feeling her cheeks burning and her heart racing. Whatever he was doing - it was working, as he made her feel something long forgotten. “Apparently you believe, hiding behind a sarcasm will help. So why don't I go on and be honest with you and repeat, that what I said a few months ago is an absolute bullshit and I regret every word of it. And I see beauty in those battle scars. Not some ‘funny face’ type of attractiveness, but a true beauty I used to see only up in the air.” Nikolai slips down the bed and ends up on his knees just to meet her face. “What do I have left apart from a sarcasm? I don't know what should I do.” She smiles bitterly.

“You have a great deal of grief, you have anger, you don't let out. Why not share it all with someone, who is here for you?” And if that wasn't enough, Nik squeezes her hand, making her finally look at his face. “You want anger? I am angry, Nikolai. I am pissed.” She starts talking quietly. “I hate myself for getting into this mess, for letting my Captain down. I hate it, that everyone around me are always right. Like Price was right about you being a good guy, you were right about me being able to pull the mission through. I'm surrounded by so many wise men, and I hate being the one you all get to teach. I hate it that my life consists of hospital screenings and that you are laying yourself out just to change that. ‘Here is new job’, ‘here is new contract’, just because I can't go on with 141… And I swear to god, you call me ‘little one’ one more time and i'm gonna break your face. I'm not that much younger than you, Nik! But the worst part in this situation…” She cradles his face and for one short moment digs her fingers in his temples. “The worst part is that even with all this frustration, I'm still sorry, that circumstances did not turn out differently, and I can't let myself even try to… nevermind, this all doesn't make any sense, when I say it out loud…” Her hands fall limply on her knees. “I have so much to say.” He straightens his back, takes her hands and returns them to his face. “But I'll start with the last part. Ti mozhesh. Moya khoroshaya, ti mozhesh pozvolit sebe podpustit` kogo-to blizhe. Ya skoree sam sebe ruku otgrizu, chem sdelau tebe bol`no, moe nebo. Odno slovo, odno slovo i ya ostavly tebya v pokoe. Nikogda ne potrevozhu. No mne nuzhno eto slovo*.” She listens to him and slowly shakes her head. “I can't let you closer and pretend my body causes me anything apart disgust and fear. I know, there are many things beyond physicality, but I don't want to be a constant reminder, you'll never feel a warmth of simple touch.”

His lips cover hers so swiftly, she doesn't even manage to get scared or worried. His touch, his moves - everything is full of care. He wasn't ‘testing the waters’ or teasing. She could only describe what he did as ‘kissing all the worries away’. He covers her hands on his cheeks with his palms, leaning closer, letting her cling to him, hiding her behind his figure. It's only when he feels, she is no that tense anymore, he pauses and speaks without even leaning back. “Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think, this was that exact warmth of touch, you were talking about. And I love it. And crave more if you have any to share and feel like it.” For a few long moments she doesn't move, as if weighing all the pros and cons. Nik lets her take time and closes eyes, silently enjoying the moment, her proximity, her hands, her scent. “If you feel anything, you'd rather not feel - tell me right away.” Her lips brushing against his cheek, as she says it, send shivers down his body. “There is nothing, not a single thing, I'd rather miss, when it comes to you.” He melts under her reserved touch, catches her hands just to press a kiss on a knuckle, leans closer, cups her cheeks to pepper her face with kisses. It's when his lips meet hers once again, he makes her frown, gradually going for a deeper kiss. A wave of his deep earthly scent fills her nostrils, carries her mind away. The outlines of the room blur before her eyes. She doesn't want to think, how much grace of his touch is left there for her, so she loses herself in his hands, letting him wrap her in a tight embrace, gently lower her onto the bed. Hovering over her, he does not allow their bodies to touch, reducing contact to his fingers, tracing lines over her jawline and neck. He stays close enough to share his warmth, but he keeps the minimum distance even when she sinks her fingers in his hair, guiding him closer. He clenches his jaw, keeping his own desires in control. “Patience is such an underrated virtue. I was never the one to practice it bona fide. But I've waited so long for you, I may restrain myself for a few hours more, until there is absolutely no doubts left on your mind.” “...you've waited? Nik, I don't want to disappoint, but there is not much to look forward to.” She leans back against the pillow, letting him go, but he catches her hand. “You never felt lingering gazes, touches, that could definitely last shorter?” He chuckles darkly. “Never assumed, I might have thoughts about you, about what would you feel like? Dear, I dreamt about it, I fantasized, I came to it.” He leans closer for another kiss, and she stops hearing any distant noises, coming from behind her door. There is only his breath, becoming heavy, his deep velvety voice, his heartbeat.

“You will help me stay patient, won't you, dear?” Nikolai dips his head, licks his lips. His pupils are blown wide and dark. He needs her help, if she wants to go slow. There is only one problem: she doesn't. Not when he is that close and his fingers brush against her neck, lightly clasp around her throat for a brief moment and then go on tracing a long line down her collarbone. Not when his breath is hot on her earlobe. Not when he frowns and softly growls every time she squeezes her thighs around his waist.

It is only when there is no more clothes on her, she understands why Nik is so careful and slow: he eases her into the feel of him. But he does it so smoothly, she can't even remember, how he started undressing her. Maybe it's his ‘fixer’ nature, making him insensibly lead his target to any action, any consequence, Nikolai needs. Or maybe he really doesn't want to scare her, to lose her right after he finally got her all to himself. Either way, in the end it is her fluttering her eyes shut, panting and mewling ‘Please, I need you’ clinging to his shirt, that he still doesn't let her unbutton. “In a good time, moe nebo, in a good time, I promise,” he murmurs, caressing her inner thighs, running his fingers over her slick and covering her lips with his to drink on her moans. Her arousal covers his fingers as he presses inside her, thumb tucked against her clit. She tries desperately to be still, to accept anything he might give and not grind against his hand, asking for more friction. “Posmotri na menya, milaya. Mne nuzhni tvoi glaza*.” His pulse is throbbing in his wrist, pushed against her core, making it almost impossible for her to concentrate. Yet she manages to open her eyes, dark with desire. “There's my girl.” He grins, as her whole body tenses, tightens, when he pushes the first digit deeper in. As his deep long thrusts are not enough, he leaves a wet trail of open mouth kisses from her ear to her chest and hovers just adobe her nipples. "You must already hate me for taking so long, poor thing. Just look at you - dripping wet. But there are so many things, I want to do to you, so much time I want to spend on you, so many things, I want to taste on you. I'm enjoying every moment of it and so will you, because I'm going to make sure you come for me, my girl." His hot breath rolls against her skin, while his fingers quicken. She arches her back, barely containing waves of pleasure, taking over her fogged mind. “Sh–h-h, my dear, there is more. So much more out there. I haven't even started, haven't even tased this heaven beneath me.” his gaze roams around her breasts. “You know, there is a certain technique to do that? First you circle it with your tongue,” and his hot wet tongue traces a circle around her nipple, barely touching its edges. “And then, you run the flat of your tongue over it.” Nik doesn't limit it to one touch: his tongue caresses her hardening nipple over and over again, all while his thrusts get bolder. “And only after that you can squeeze it, put it in your mouth…” He does just as he has said, thriving on her tender skin. 

Her toes curl in ecstasy, when he whispers with a tad ragged breath ‘let me check, how my precious girl is doing down there’ and pulls his fingers out of her burning hot sleek. Her breath catches in her throat as he savors on her juices, sucking on his fingers. She presses her lips together, but her plaintive sob still reaches his ears. “I'm sorry, my dear, but this tastes so good, I just need more,” Nikolai is cooing, brushing away a lone tear, rolling down her cheek. He keeps covering her body in kisses, slowly moving down. “Wait! You don't need to, this is not necessary, really!” She manages to cover herself just before his lips press against her sex. The kiss is pressed nevertheless. And then another and another one, till his tongue brushes between her fingers, trying to reach out for what Nik is aiming for. He wouldn't stop talking, when he could easily avoid any words at all, but now, when he could really ask - he decided to convince her without words. With a few strokes he slips through her fingers and grunts. “See? No need to hide yourself from me.” He takes her hand and guides it to the back of his head. “Here is something for you to hold on to, dear.” Her mouth falls open as her vision whites out completely, when his tongue drags along her slick and flickers over her clit. He purrs praises, chuckles at her fruitless attempts to control herself, hisses, when she tries to pull him away, but never stops, not for a single moment. His tongue dances on her flesh, as his fingers accompany every movement. Every touch, every single stroke feels absolutely intoxicating. His tight grip on her waist, his warmth, his soft yet persistent touch doesn't help her to stay quiet and reserved. “Don't hold back, my girl, don't even think of holding back with me.” His deep rumbling voice has such a power over her, that she feels her mind spiraling in a dark void of pleasure the next moment, he says that. She doesn't feel other parts of her body, doesn't care for her scars, for callused skin, marked with severe burns. All she feels is her heartbeat throbbing in her pussy, as he is feasting. Her release, irresistible and powerful, washes like a wave down her body. She tries to cover her mouth to not scream, but Nikolai catches her hand in a mid-flight. “Those moans belong to me! No one may steal them from me, not even you, my dear!” He groans, when he finally returns to her lips, as she is still trembling. “I`m sorry, I… I was trying to keep this just between us and not wake up people next door.” She is breathless, so it's a miracle, she manages to answer him.

“Such a greedy girl. Not letting others enjoy her moans. You are afraid that these sounds will get stuck in their heads, provoking them to try to picture you, to fantasize, to get hard or wet with a mere memory of your voice?” Nikolai grins, noticing that he can make her blush even after she came all over his lips and fingers. She looks at him pleadingly, tucking under his shirt, and he finally lets her unbutton it with a nod. “Go on, dear, but don't forget, I have opposite plans. I want them all to hear, how I make you feel. And I'm not turning down on my intentions today, no matter how nicely you ask.”

He gives her complete freedom, lets her do whatever she pleases: be it grazing her teeth along his neck or unbuckling his belt. He doesn't interrupt her and only hisses and clutches the cool fabric of the sheet in his hand to channel a tension, she awakes deep inside him. Her fingers slide down his abdomen and her lips start following down his chest, when Nik catches her, presses closer to his body to let her feel, how desperate he's already for her. “Wait, wait, my dear, not now. I need to be inside you. I need to fuck you. Moe nebo, proshu tebya*.” And she feels him: hot, painfully hard and pulsing under her fingertips. In the back of her head, she understands, this might hurt as now their size difference is more obvious than ever, but at this point, she doesn't care. So when he hovers over her, slowly angling himself, she arches her back, pulling herself closer, not caring for a burning pain accompanying him stretching her. “No, not like that. I said, I'd rather bite my own hand off than hurt you, my girl, and I meant it. Let me guide you.” He brings his lips to hers and goes in for a long kiss. Nik eases into her with gradual thrusts: each next going just a bit deeper. His lips don't leave hers, even when a throaty rumbling sound escapes his mouth. It is one part desperate, one part growl, all encompassing as he finally sinks into her, making her eyes roll back as he gathers her up to him. “I thought I knew, how good would it feel to be inside you… Oh what a fool, what a desperate fool I was. You feel hundred times better than my wildest dreams, dear.” Nikolai whispers, picking up his pace.

If she had any doubts left - there are no more, as her brain seems to short-circuit after he finds a new angle with which she feels every his vein. She gathers all her strength to last as long as she can, to stay focused, to not lose herself, but he doesn't let her. His movements become relentless as he squeezes her hips and presses her closer. “You are stubborn. I like it.” He grins despite a slight tremor in his voice. He freezes for a second, brushes hair out of her face, and leans a little closer to her ear. “You are stubborn, but so. am. I.” Every word is accompanied by a hard push, she mewls, tries to catch his lips, but he leans back. “Tvoi golos, moe nebo, mne nuzhen tvoi volshebnui golos*.” Everything in her body tightens, winding tighter at the request, his body slamming against hers, making her break with a scream. It covers up shameless sloppy sounds, with which he fucks her. She loses sense of time as his throbbing cock doesn't let her climb down to sweet aftershocks after her peak. “Stubborn, but so generous to me, letting me ravish in your moans and clenching around me that tight.” All she knows - her entire body burns with a sensation, she never felt before, when he catches her shoulder in an open mouth kiss growing into a bite as he comes. He doesn't stop, as if dragging her to her peak twice was not enough - even when his body is shaking with a wave of pleasure - he makes his point. He is not backing up until she is fully, completely at his mercy. “Moe. Moe nebo. Tolko moe.*” Her hips tremble with overstimulation and he softens his pace gradually until he barely moves. Nik carefully cups her face and touches her forehead with his lips. No kiss - just a gentle touch, quiet cooing, his voice helping her mind find a way back. He holds her close while she comes to her senses, whispering praises, and doesn't pull out until she lets him. Its only later, when he brings her in shower and runs warm water, cleaning her up, she remembers, why she was afraid of letting him close in the first place. She takes a step back, pressing her back against the wall, but Nikolai immediately shakes his head and pulls her back in his embrace. “No-no-no, don`t. It is my sky, my heaven. Never hide it from me, please.”

***

“Please, promise me one thing.” She whispers in his embrace, as he is holding her close to him, the same way, he held her on the first night after the operation. “Promise me, this wasn't an act of pity. I'll hate myself if you forced yourself to do… all this just of pity.”

“No pity in my heart left for you. Compassion maybe, but no pity.” Nikolai kisses her knuckles and forehead, pulling her closer.

As she slowly drifts to sleep, he looks at the dawn, dimly illuminating the night sky in the window behind her.

“There is no pity left in this heart - only you.”

*Grebanniy pridurok - bloody idiot.

*Ti mozhesh. Moya khoroshaya, ti mozhesh pozvolit sebe podpustit` kogo-to blizhe. Ya skoree sam sebe ruku otgrizu, chem sdelau tebe bolno, moe nebo. Odno slovo, odno slovo i ya ostavly tebya v pokoe. Nikogda ne potrevozhu. No mne nuzhno eto slovo - You can. My dear, you can let yourself let someone closer. I would rather bite off my own hand, than hurt you, my sky/my heaven. One word, one word and I'll leave you alone. Ill never disturb you. But I need your word.

*Posmotri na menya, milaya. Mne nuzhni tvoi glaza - Look at me, dear. I need your eyes.

*Moe nebo, proshu tebya - My heaven, please.

*Tvoi golos, moe nebo, mne nuzhen tvoi volshebnui golos. - Your voice, my heaven, I need to hear it.

*Moe. Moe nebo. Tolko moe. - Mine. My heaven. Only mine.