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Choi management

Pairing: idol boss San x fem reader

Genre: smut, fluff, angst

Word count: 9,7K

Warnings: coworkers to lovers, boss-employee relationship, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, name-calling, squirting, POV switches

Summary: Being his assistant was both a dream and a nightmare , and you are ready to take everything he can give.

Authors note: This fanfic is almost three years old, when I first wrote it was about Harry Styles, so forgive me if some parts sound a little cringe. But I tried my best to rewrite it, and now I am really proud of it. I hope you like it

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“Honestly speaking, what do you think love is?” that's what he asked the first time we went to dinner. I was shocked, to say the least, but also speechless. I used to think about what love is, but I never found an answer to that question. Yet his brown eyes were glued to my face, still waiting for the answer, patiently looking studying my facial expression. I needed to say something, I mean, it would be really rude to leave him without an answer. “I mean..... it's a very complex question, but I think it’s an utter feeling of you as a person being complete, you know” he nodded happily it was like he was utterly satisfied with what he heard. I always knew San was an old soul, romantic just every woman's dream, yet he was alone. I truly didn't know why, such a perfect man yet so lonely. You are probably wondering what are we doing for dinner together, well I just finished college, and I was applying for a lot of jobs, one of them being San’s assistant. I had no problem doing that, it sounds like a lot of fun, although no job is fun, at least you can try to make it as fun as possible. Now that you know what's all this about, let's go back to our conversation. I was still kind of confused why is that so important to him like he would never hire me if I answered that question wrong if that's even possible. Soon we finished, he paid, and we went out “I will call you in a week and inform you about your possible new job, but I would just like to say that it was my pleasure to spend these few hours with you,” he said with a smile on his face. That made me blush, and I was hoping he didn't notice that.  “Thank you so much, but the pleasure is all mine, truly” he hugged me, and we parted ways.

I was slowly walking to my apartment that was nearby. I was smiling, even if I don't get this job, this will be my best memory. I entered my apartment, and the smell of vanilla brushed over me. I showered and then sat on my bed checking my emails one more time before sleep. And I had something to see, it was an email from his management. It made me more nervous than surprised. I slowly clicked on it while it was loading, I was more nervous than ever before. Carefully reading it, I realized that I was nervous for no reason. It was just a thank-you email saying that San had a wonderful time and that it was truly a pleasure. He really needs his word to be last, but that's fine, he is the boss here. I turned off my laptop and went to sleep, happy about the whole day.

My alarm went off at 8 am and I stood up, finished all my morning business, and went out to get breakfast and go to the gym. Training isn't something I enjoy, but I only do it for my health. After I went home to finish some work. There was no use in just sitting around doing nothing and hoping someone will call me. While waiting for someone to hire me, I work something that you can't define as a job. I help Instagram influencers with their feed. I spent like five hours helping multiple people with everything, and now I am just listening to some music while making some lunch/dinner for myself. While the music was blasting, I danced around, having a lot of fun. I sat down and ate what I made and texted Soyeon, my best friend and gym buddy, for a little just talking about where will we go tonight. We both agreed to first go for a drink and then go for a short walk. She texted me when she finished her job to start getting ready. I put on some jeans and an oversized dress shirt and a pair of sneakers. Soon I heard a doorbell, it was Soyeon, so I opened the door and hugged her. “Hey, girl, how are you? How was your dinner date with Mister Choi?” she smiled, excited to hear what I have to say. “First of all it was a formal dinner not a date, and it went pretty well I mean who am I lying it was amazing, he is such a gentleman.” I said remembering that night and how amazing it was. She looked at me in awe at how big I was smiling. “ Okay, enough about that, let's go out and have some fun,” I pulled her out of the apartment. We went to the nearest bar, as we entered a strong smell of alcohol and perfume showered us, we made our way to the bar and ordered two margaritas. We drank them just enjoying the music, after that we slowly started walking out, both of us had better plans than to be hungover tomorrow morning.

As we were making our way out, I noticed a familiar body just standing there, he turned around and his brown eyes almost immediately made contact with mine. He smiled, and I smiled back, feeling my cheeks blushing. He motioned for me to come to him, I taped Soyeon on the shoulder just telling her that I will be back in a second I am just going to greet San. She smiled giving me thumbs up yelling that she will wait for me. I just laughed and went to San. “Well hello my possible future assistant, here for a night out,” he said smirking. “ No, just for one drink and then home, not really in the mood for a hangover tomorrow,” I smiled. “Well it's nice to know that there are people like you, I am here with a few friends you know relaxing a bit,” he said still smirking, I am barely able to continue this conversation he is making me feel things I never felt before. “Have a good night, I got to go” I said smiling, turning around and waving at him. He just smiled, waving, and turning to his friends. I practically ran to Soyeon, so we can go out to just talk about how hot he is. The moment we were out Soyeon turned to me just waiting for me to start talking. As I caught my breath, we started walking and I started telling her everything. You could tell that she was amazed by my admiration for San, even though I applied for a job that considers me talking and looking at him every day the whole year round. As we were in front of my apartment, we hugged and said our goodbyes, and she wished me to get a call from him as soon. I went in, did my routine, and went to bed.

The next morning, my alarm went off, as I look at my phone, there was a text from San and an email from his team. I opened the mail first, slowly reading it, realizing I got the job. At first, I didn't believe it, but I read it again and again making sure that it was true I am not dreaming. I silently screamed. After a short silent screaming session was over, I opened San's text, he said to come to his office at 1 pm, so he can tell me everything I need to know before I start working full-time tomorrow. I replied to his text that I will come. This will be an amazing day, I thought to myself. I went through my basic morning routine. As I was back from the gym I started preparing for my meeting with San, I went through every possible scenario that could happen. Around noon, I went out slowly walking to his office. I needed that walk just to relax before I meet him. I entered a tall glass building, going straight to the counter. “Hello, I am here to see Mr. Choi,” I said to the lady. “You are his new assistant, right,” she said with a small smile. “ Yes, I am,” I said also smiling, just trying to be nice and leave a good impression. “Okay he is on the 5th floor take the elevator, good luck,” she said smiling. I smiled back, thanking her. I went to the elevators, clicked the button, waiting for one of them to come down. Finally, one of them arrives, I enter it clicking on number five just standing there trying to stay calm.

As the elevator door open I go out searching for his office, didn't need much time since his name was written on one of the doors. I breathed out and slowly knocked. “Come in” I hear a deep husky voice. I slowly open the door, entering. “Hello Miss Y/L/N and welcome to Choi management,” he said with a huge smile across his face. “I am glad to be here, Mr. Choi,” I said. “Call me San I don't mind, and I will call you.....” he looked at me wanting to hear my name “Y/N,” I replied. “Okay, Y/N so let's start with some basic things for coffee, I like Americano. When it comes to food, I am not very picky, so you can surprise me with whatever. When I tell you the time of the meetings I will expect you to be on time always” he explained. “ Is there anything else important to remember, Mr. Choi?” I asked. “Yes never call me Mr. Choi again I don't like it, also every Sunday I would appreciate having my schedule sent to me. Be ready to go to many events with me as my plus one.” he said very seriously, looking like it was so important to him that I remember that. “Okay, I wrote everything down, hopefully, I will not let you down on any of these things,” I tried to be as polite as possible. “ I believe you will do this job the best, but tell me one thing you should never do,” he said, smirking. “ I should never call you Mr. Choi,”  I didn't want to look too much comfy, it's not good for the job. He smiled, this smile, there was nothing like his smile, this man will be the death of me, truly. “So now that we went through all the basic things you need to know we can go out have some lunch and walk around a bit, I would like to get to know you better,” he said excitedly as a little kid. I slowly nod and start walking towards the doors with him.

We went to the elevators, and he pressed the buttons, waiting for one of them to come as we entered the elevator. I went to press the button, but he had the same intention. Our hands touched, and we both looked at each other, smiling but also blushing. I know why I am blushing, but I don't understand why he is blushing, there is no way he likes me. We both brushed it off and just stood next to each other, pretending as if nothing happened. Thank god we were fast out of that elevator “See you after lunch Irene” he said to the lady that welcomed me at the counter, she waved at us and we waved back. But there was one thing I found very strange, she was smiling like she is so proud of him going out on lunch with me, but I am probably just overthinking it. “So what made you apply for such a job, I mean nothing wrong with just asking,” he asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence. “Well after college I didn't know what to do with life, so I just started applying for every job I can and yeah I am here,” I said trying to sound casual. “Well I guess I don't need to tell you my story, every person on this planet knows it,” he said laughing to himself.  “Everyone knows the public side of your story, but who is San Choi?” I asked looking at him, studying his face as it changes the moment he heard my question. “You know nobody ever asked me who is San Choi, I mean people don't care about who you are actually when everything that defines you is your career like I don't exist as a person.” he said, and you can hear a slight sadness in his voice. ���I mean you don't need to tell me I am just an employee, you can easily replace me any time you want,” I said, realizing how replaceable I am for him which made me kind of sad. “Don't you ever dare to say that again, I am not some type of angry self-centered boss who will just go around and command people. Of course, I am going to tell you everything, I want you to look at me as a friend from work.” he said, sounding kind of hurt by what I said. “I am so sorry, sometimes I say really stupid things.” I said, wanting to apologize for hurting him. “It's okay I made a big deal out of it. Oh, here we are, this is my favorite place in town.” he opened the doors for me to walk in. This place is so beautiful, it has such a nice aesthetic, everything is beige and brown it's so cozy. I can see why he likes it so much.

The waiter approached us, walking us to a free table. We sat down and ordered some coffee to start. “This place is so charming, reminds me of some modern apartment,” I commented, amazed by his choice of places like this. “I know that's why I like it so much, makes me feel like I am alone at home.” he said,  being so proud of himself for choosing such a place. “It takes little things to make me smile,” he said, trying to make me talk about myself. “Oh, I feel you on that one, yesterday one of my neighbor's kids brought me one singular flower because he thought I was pretty,” I remembered that moment and how happy it made me. “Well that boy is not far from the truth, you truly are pretty and amazing, you are pretty amazing,” he complimented, making me smile. It's nice to hear such a compliment from someone who is that pretty. “Thank you so much, you are pretty amazing too, I admire your work and your songs, you inspired me since high school.” I said, watching him blush as he hears everything I say. “Oh, don't make me blush this hard we are in public,” he said giggling. “Why not show the world who you are,” as I said that the waiter came to take our orders, and both of us ordered a salad. We were soon done with the lunch, walking back to his office. While we were walking, he took pictures with some fans and talked with them for a bit. I found it sweet how much love there is from both him and his fans, it's like they live together. Some of them asked who I am, and he immediately and very proudly told them that I am his new assistant. Soon we were back in front of a big glass building saying our goodbyes and talking about tomorrow. “You know I haven't forgotten your question about who is San Choi actually, and I hope you will help me figure that out till then see you at work,” he said, wanting to sound both romantic and mysterious. He succeeded in being very mysterious and kind of romantic. But I still don't understand why is he like that to me, I am not that special, maybe he sees something more in me.

We both slowly walked away, he went back to his office and I went back home, still thinking about everything he said today. Before I went to bed, I did some work and prepared everything for tomorrow. As I was about to go to sleep I got a message, it was from none other than San. “Good night friend from work,” it made me smile at how sweet he is, I wrote good night back and fell asleep. In the morning, I was exhausted since I needed to wake up early to get ready and pick up coffee for San. As I was dressed, I went out to find the nearest coffee shop, so I can buy coffee for the two of us. When I found one, I went in rushing even though I had plenty of time. I started ordering, but the guy that was taking my order said that their coffee machine is broken. At that point, I was scared that I will be late or come to work without his coffee, so I went home and made some coffee at home. I poured it into some big unicorn thermoses, hoping that San likes unicorns. I packed everything and went running out, calling a taxi, so I would get there faster. I told the taxi driver that I am in a rush, and he immediately started driving as fast as possible. Soon I was in front of the Choi management, luckily San wasn't there yet. After what felt like an hour but was five minutes, I felt a hand on my shoulder I turned around, and there he was with some tall guy that I have never seen before. “ Good morning Y/N this is Jihoon, my bodyguard, he will be with us often, so you might want to get to know each other,” I shook hands with Jihoon smiling, he smiled too, but he was still very intimidating. “Nice to know that someone will keep you safe, here is your coffee I am sorry about the thermos they didn't have the coffee you love, so I made it at home.” I explained since you don't get coffee in unicorn thermos that often. He just smiled. “It's no big deal, these unicorns made my day,” he said, letting me know it was fine and that he is not mad. I felt a thousand times lighter, I was so worried about him being mad. “Let's go, it's time to start some work today, right?” he said, opening the doors. We went in, Irene greeted us, and we went into the elevator. Soon we were in his office, he was finishing some work on his laptop while I was making a schedule for this and next week. After a few hours, I was done with everything I had to do, and it was time to go pick up lunch for us. “I am going to go pick up lunch, do you have any special thing you want?” I asked just in case he wanted something special. “Whatever you have I will too,” I just nodded my head going out of the office. I also asked Irene if she wanted anything, and she just said whatever you find. I went to the restaurant we ate yesterday and ordered three salads with a side of baby carrots and hummus.

After they were ready, I went back, gave Irene her lunch, and then went back to the office to eat lunch with San while both of us finished some more work. “Thank you so much for this lunch, I was really in the mood for some carrots and hummus.” he said, satisfied while closing his laptop. “You are welcome, I finished your schedule for this, and next week I just need to finish a few things and I will send them tonight,” I said being so proud of myself for finishing all the work for today. “I just want the schedule for this week, I like to get surprised on Sunday when I see what's for that week,” he said, packing his stuff. We stood up and went to the elevators going down, saying goodbye to Irene and leaving the building. “Well, see you tomorrow, first here then at the studio.” he hugged me, making me feel so small since he was taller. “Goodbye, San, have a nice night,” I said, slowly pulling away from the hug going away. I went on a long walk, just feeling so happy about this new job. As I was near the river, I got a call from Soyeon. She just asked how is the job, and we talked for like an hour. When I was in front of my apartment we finished the call, I went in and unpacked my things, and that's when I realized my thermos wasn't there. I guess I just left mine at the office. I drank some juice and then went to the bathroom to finish everything. While I was showering my shower playlist was playing but in the middle of my shower music got silent for a second which meant I got a text. I just assumed it wasn't that important, so I just continued my shower. When I was done I checked my phone and saw it was a message from San, at that moment I regretted not looking at my phone when I got the message. But as I entered the chat, I started laughing. It was a picture of my thermos filled with water with the caption “Guess I stole this from you, so now it's mine sorry not sorry” he likes making me laugh and smile. “It's all yours now to make you smile every day,” I wrote back. I got into my bed, checking his schedule once more and putting it in unicorn theme, trying to be as funny as him. I just sent it to him, and not long after that I got another text from him saying that from now on every schedule needs to be in some funny theme. I agreed with him and sent a good night text. After almost an hour of me just rolling around the bed, I turned my computer on and opened Netflix, trying to find something to watch before bed. After a very long search, I played some trashy show I never watched, and as soon as it was on I fell asleep. 

My alarm started blasting. I hate waking up this early, but as soon as I was out of bed, remembering that I have the best job on this earth, I was okay. Since San stole my thermos today, I decided to buy tea, not coffee. I went to the café that was two streets away from my apartment. I ordered some tea, soon as it was done I paid for it and headed to the office. Irene told me that San was already up in the office, I just thanked her and went up. “Morning San here is your tea since you stole my thermos, and I am not such a cruel person to buy coffee you don’t like,” I said slightly laughing the same as him. “I am sorry okay didn't mean to do it but since I did the crime is done and the unicorn thermos is now mine,” he said laughing taking his tea. We were both working on our laptops for two hours, and then it was time to go to the studio. I packed all my stuff, but he was still really focused on his laptop, “I will wait for you down in the lobby” he just nodded his head, eyes glued to whatever was on his screen. I went down, chatting with Irene, just killing time till he comes down.

San's POV

Damn, everything she says is so perfect. Even the most simple things from her mouth sound like honey dripping from her lips and going right into my ears. When we first met in that restaurant, I knew there was something about her that will make me fall in love with her. When I asked her what love is I thought she will just say an emotion but what she said surprised me. I knew she was a special one-of-a-kind one, but I never knew she was that perfect. She probably doesn't even know how perfect she is. I noticed when she started packing, I knew very well that it was time to go to the studio, but I was so focused on the screen because I was looking at her Instagram page and I had my word tab open just in case I get an inspiration. Well, little did I know she will inspire me to start writing something. Of course, I will show it to Hongjoong and the rest of the crew as soon as she leaves to get lunch for us. As I realized it was 30 minutes since she left, I packed everything and went down. There she was standing by the counter just talking with Irene, looking perfect without any effort. Irene noticed me, but I motioned her to not say anything, I wanted to admire Y/N's beauty. After a couple of minutes just standing there, I went to them. Y/N and I walked out of the building and entered my car. Jihoon was in the backseat, I know what a joke such a man sitting in the back like a toddler. But I wanted to be close to Y/N as much as possible. The radio was playing, and she was having a tiny dance party in her seat, but I decided to turn the volume up and join her. I mean, it must be a lot of fun, she looks like she is enjoying it. I started singing at the top of my lungs she just looked at me smiling so much, I can see that she enjoys this job as much as I enjoy her company.

Y/N's POV 

He is having the time of his life, singing and driving. I truly enjoy this as much as he does, sadly as we were having so much fun we were right in front of the studio. Jihoon opened his door first, then San opened the door for me. “What a gentleman, thank you, San,” I said, watching him smile like he just won a Grammy. “Everything for my assistant,” he said while giving me my stuff. We entered the studio, and everyone was already there, since we were about an hour late. He excused us, and everyone was fine with that. I sat on the couch while all of them were working on songs and new singles. I was working on my laptop for a while then I went to buy lunch for everyone, San insisted that I pay with his card. At first, I was stubborn and didn't want to take it, but he insisted, even Hongjoong told me that he won't give up. I went out walking around with Jihoon, chatting and trying to find someplace to buy food. “You know he likes you, right?” Jihoon said, looking down at me. “That is a nice joke you like to stand up.” I said laughing, obviously not believing what Jihoon said, I mean he is Choi San I am just his assistant, not the prettiest person that walked this earth. “Y/N, I am only joking when I am drunk, and I can tell you I don't have a single drop of alcohol in my blood. He never does things like this you know singing at the top of his lungs while driving, I mean he doesn't even like driving his car” Jihoon said trying to convince me that what he said it's true. “Jihoon, you know him better than I do, but people like to do some things sometimes maybe today was one of those days for San,” I said ignoring everything Jihoon said, I just simply can't believe that someone like San can like me. “Y/N, he texts you goodnight every night, yesterday he purposely stole your thermos he tells me everything. Remember when you two were at dinner just meeting each other he told me everything about you, every night while I am driving him home he just talks about you” he said, and now I don’t even know what to say, but luckily I found a place to buy food. I ordered everything they told me to. Then we started walking back to the studio, “You know Jihoon it's hard for me to believe you, just because he is San Choi, and I am me”  I told him admitting everything I was thinking about. “It is okay, just give him time, I believe he will tell you all of this very soon, I know,” he told me as we were entering the studio. I gave everyone their food, we ate, then worked some more. At about 8 pm, San thanked everyone, and we went out to his car. “I will drop you off just tell me your address,” San said, but I can't let him do that, I am not ashamed about where I live, but he is still my boss. “You don't need to, just drop me off at the office, I will walk home,” I said, trying to avoid eye contact with him. “It's pretty late and there are creeps everywhere I will drop you off just tell me your address,” he said sounding like he is my dad, not my boss. “Okay, I will put my address in GPS,” I said, writing my address in. Soon we were on the way to my apartment. I looked at Jihoon in the rearview mirror, and he was looking at me with I told you so look, and I truly hated that he was right about everything he told me today. Soon we were in front of my building, I took my stuff and said goodbye to them.

As I was trying to find my keys, I felt someone standing behind me. I turned around and of course, it was San, who would it be. “I….. I…..just wanted to say good night and see you tomorrow” he said nervously like I am the celebrity here and not him. “Good night to you too see you tomorrow.” I said, turning around and slowly entering my building. “I love you” he whispered as the doors were closing, probably thinking I didn't hear it. But was he wrong about that, I heard everything, and it made me feel butterflies in my tummy.  When I entered my apartment, I texted Jihoon telling him that he was right and for sure wasn't joking. Of course, he answered with I told you calling me dumb in seven different languages. After my shower, I just laid in bed thinking about everything, but soon I fell asleep trying not to think about it anymore. In the morning, I was awake an hour before my alarm rang, thinking about the dream I had last night. It was about San, it's been a long time since I had a dream like this one. To be exact, I stopped having dreams like this since my freshman year of college. We all know what kind of dream it was, the one dream you only tell your closest friend and nobody else. I can tell that today will be extremely hard since we have a whole day in the office, just two of us. But I needed to get ready and go there, like it or not. I again bought a tee for us and went to the office.

We didn't talk too much. I mean I know why I am not talking but what's up with him, he didn't even tell a single joke since I came. It's like he also has something he is ashamed of, like he had something to hide. I will not think about it that much. I strictly focused on the work as nothing else existed. For some reason, both of us stayed in for lunch break. I mean I packed fruit salad for me and him, I ate mine, but he was still untouched on his table. Maybe today he is not willing to eat fruit, I don't know. “Do you want anything else, you don't need to eat the fruit salad, I just thought to make it for both of us.” I said, trying to get him to tell me something, just anything. “No, no the salad is just fine, I am just not that hungry right now. I will eat it later I promise.” he said, giving me the simplest answer, he wasn't in the mood for talking. I understood that.

I worked some more, when all of a sudden he sat on the chair on the opposite side of mine. “I want to take you to dinner tonight you know, consider it a business dinner.” he said, looking me right in the eyes, trying to find his answer in them. “Okay fine, I will just need time to get ready,” I said all nervous, I mean more alone time with him would be just perfect but still, I am nervous about it. “Fine pack your things I will drive you to your place, so you can get ready,” he said already helping me to pack everything. He just closed his laptop, and we were on our way to his car. Jihoon was with us of course, I mean San is still famous. Soon I was in my apartment standing over a pile of clothes, not knowing what should I wear. When I get a text from Jihoon, he told me that he knows what was going on and that I should wear a black dress or something like that. Wow, San tells him everything. He helped me with this because I had just the dress for this. A silky, black, knee-length dress is truly a perfect thing for an event like this. I was ready waiting for a message or something from San, suddenly I heard a horn in front of my building it was him. He was standing there in a beautiful black suit, looking like a piece of art from a museum. I went down as I opened the door, he looked at me up and down, admiring me and my dress. He put his hand out for me “Shall we, my lady” he asked smiling so big. I nodded my head, entering his car. Soon we were in front of a fancy-looking restaurant. We went in he was holding my hand, I know a little strange for a business dinner but fine I don't have anything against it. The waiter took us to our table where we ordered first some wine, of course, he was choosing to call himself a wine expert. I just laughed at the name he gave himself.

“So, what do you think about your new job? I mean probably too soon to ask, but I would like to change the things you don't like.” he said looking interested in what will I say, he truly likes to take care of everything. “I like it, it's so fun, I mean a lot of people don't find their job fun, but I do have a lot of fun working with you. But there is something I would like to change if possible,” of course I hesitated, maybe he will be hurt, but I need my own office and I know for a fact that there is free space in the building for that. “What is it, something about me, was someone rude to you, I will fire that person whoever it is.” he was extremely worried about it, I knew this was coming, but I really require my own space, and probably he requires it too. “No, no everyone is so nice to me believe me you have the nicest employees ever, but I wanted to ask you for my own office, both of us need a little bit of privacy.” I said, but he was sad about it, like I said I don't want to work for him anymore.

As he was about to say something the waiter interrupted us, he needed to take our orders, but he was soon gone. “I understand that, but I just want to know is it because of me, did I make you uncomfortable?” he was so worried like he cared about me and my feelings. “San, you never made me uncomfortable, I just think that both of us need to have some sort of real boss-employee relationship, right now it is not really like that. I didn't say this to sound mean or ungrateful.” I said still worried about what he thinks about this. “No, you don't sound mean Miss Y/L/N I understand tomorrow I will make sure you have your office on the same floor is that fine with you Miss Y/L/N,” he said really cold but also very hurt, but he wasn't the only one that was hurt now. It's not about that he called me Miss Y/L/N, but he was cold and kind of rude for the first time since I met him. I was on the verge of tears, I am not this emotional, but this slapped me across the face. “Yes, it is fine with me Mr. Choi,” I said trying to sound as normal as possible since my eyes were full of tears by now. But he also looked so hurt when I said Mr. Choi he looks like he truly regrets being this cold to me. I just excused myself and I ran to the bathroom, my tears were running down my face, this truly and deeply hurt me. Soon I calmed myself and fixed my makeup and went back to the table. Our food was there, well, I took my time in the bathroom. “Everything alright Miss Y/L/N?” he asked professionally “Just fine Mr. Choi,” I said low, just trying to not cry again. I sat down, and we ate, I took only three bites since I really couldn't eat after everything, I mean I cried like five minutes ago. On the other side, he was having a feast, enjoying every bite of his pasta. We both paid, since he wants to have a boss-employee relationship. We were out of the restaurant and I slowly started walking just thinking about how to get home, I mean it was dark, and I am dressed like I was at some party. I don't want to end up with people saying that I asked for it. I was still in the same street walking slowly, I just wasn't in the mood to rush home. “Hey just because we have some different rules now doesn't mean I will not drop you off home, I am not a cruel animal to do that you know that Miss Y/L/N” he yelled from his car slowly driving next to me. I looked up at him, eyes full of pain, tears rolling down my cheeks, I was not able to get a single word out of my mouth. When he saw me he turned off his car, getting out of it as fast as possible, it took him only two steps to come to me. He hugged me holding me so tight, that was my breaking point, I hurt him and myself just because of a stupid thing I thought I needed. I was crying, and he was just holding me in his arms so strongly like he is about to lose me. We needed to go into his car since fans and paparazzi were yelling taking pictures of us. We were in the backseat, and Jihoon was driving. “Everything is ok Y/N I am so sorry for being so rude and cold, I never wanted to make you feel like this I am so sorry.” he whispered into the hair that was covering my ear. I just looked at him, trying to get some words out of my mouth, but nothing was coming out. He just told me to relax and that everything was alright. When we were in front of my building, he didn't let me go. He carried me to my apartment, not wanting to let me down for a second. When we were in my apartment he let me down on my bed “I am fine now Mr. Choi, you don't need to stay with me” I said assuring him that I was truly fine. “Foremost San I don't ever want you to call me that, second this was a really hard night for both of us I will stay with you, I will sleep on the sofa,” he said looking at me with his loving eyes. “Okay, San, I will find something for you to wear and some pillows and blankets,” I said, going out of the room to find everything. He went into the bathroom to shower, and while he was showering, I prepared everything.

Soon he was out of the shower with just his underwear on. It was pretty hard to not just stare at him. “Here is everything you need, I just don't have anything for you to wear except my shirts, but they probably do not fit you,” I said, trying to keep eye contact with him. “It's okay, I don't mind sleeping like this, thank you so much,” he said laying down on the sofa trying to get comfortable. I went to shower too, as I was done I went into my room laying on the bed having trouble falling asleep again for the millionth time. I decided to go to San and baldly ask him to come and sleep with me. At this point, I couldn't care less, he was already in my living room in underwear. “San can you come to sleep in my room I can't sleep,” I said low just looking at him, he was also fully awake, there was something in the air that was keeping us awake. “Yeah, sure, I also can't sleep,” he said getting up, taking the pillow and blanket. We both lay in the bed, at first on opposite sides, but soon he brought me to him, hugging me. I felt so safe and peaceful. Soon we were both asleep.

San's POV

She is finally in my arms, her hair is soft and smells like cherries and her body is so tiny. I can't believe this is what's happening right now. After I made her cry and let her feel guilty for hurting both of us, this is exactly what I needed to do. Hug her, fall asleep with her, and make her feel safe and loved. While I was on the sofa I was thinking about her wanting her own office and I mean she is right both of us need some private space, before her, I was always in my office alone, Irene would come from time to time, but that's it. I did everything in that office I was there happy, sad, drunk, sober, even horny, and at some point. I miss that, but also she makes me feel good when she is there with me, I feel less lonely. I always felt lonely even though there are a lot of people around, nobody made me feel less lonely like she did. She truly made me feel like I have somebody besides Jihoon. But also the other day it was truly awkward both of us were silent, I know why I was. That morning while I was just lying in my bed I thought about her in a way I never should have, but let's just say not long after that thought I needed new sheets for my bed. I still can't help but wonder what made her that silent, for sure it wasn’t even close to what made me silent. Anyway, I need to stop thinking and sleep I still have work tomorrow, or maybe we don’t need to go to work tomorrow we can stay in or have a day for ourselves. Enough San time to sleep, not to make things awkward because of your thoughts. That stupid alarm is still ringing, I thought as my head was buried in the pillow. I just hate mornings, they are the absolute worst part of the day. I want to get up and get stuff done, but my brain just wants to rest all day. Suddenly the alarm stopped, that's new who is in my apartment this early. And then it hit me I am in her bed, covered by her blanket still laying on her pillow. I slowly lifted my head, seeing her just sitting on the edge of the bed, probably trying to wake herself up.

Y/N's POV

I was just sitting on the edge of the bed trying to wake up, I would like to just lay down again and spend my whole day laying and cuddling with him. Last night was one of the best nights ever. I fell asleep in his arms and woke up still in his arms. I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't realize that I am again laying in bed and not sitting. Just as I wanted to get up again and start getting ready I felt his arms around my body slowly bringing me closer to him. “Good morning sunshine” he whispered in my ear, his morning voice so deep and husky like music to my ears. “Good morning to you too San, thank you for staying last night, it made me feel better” As those words were out of my mouth he pressed me closer to him. The only things that were separating us now were his boxers and my pajamas. That's the moment I was so scared of, being so close to him made me remember every sinful dream I had about him. But it seemed like I wasn't the only one with sinful dreams and thoughts. His morning wood was getting harder every second. Even though I thought of him in this way, this was scary but also so good. “You know we can just spend this day together with no work just me and you wherever you want” he was still whispering, and for a second I thought about it but no I can't do this not now not today. “San we have work to do, and you have meetings today and I can't cancel them now” I tried my best to ignore his dick pressing on my ass it was almost impossible. Even though I tried my best to stay calm, someone was excited to be this close to him. I hate when my brain can't control the sudden wetness in my underwear. “You can't cancel them, but I will make sure to cancel them and make today all about you” he was stubborn about his decision to stay with me all day. “We need to go,” I said, escaping his arms and going to the bathroom. I heard him groan behind me, which made my legs weak, and I almost fell. I went into the shower, just letting the water relax all the tension in my body. I wasn't sure what to do, so many thoughts were running through my head. I mean he is my boss, and I am his assistant, but on the other hand, even though I wasn't working for him for so long we succeeded to make a really strong bond with each other. It was almost like I knew him and he knew me since day one.

My endless thoughts were interrupted by his gorgeous singing from the kitchen. I quickly finished my shower and put on my bathrobe with only panties underneath. As soon as I entered the kitchen, the smell of fresh coffee filled my nose, which woke me up. One thing that made me even more awake, was the sight of San in just his boxers, his back muscles were moving so slowly yet firmly. It wasn't just the way he looks that made him this attractive, there is something much more, every time he enters a room all the attention is drawn to him, no matter male or female. 

I slowly approached him from behind, trying to stay as far away, so I don't touch him, but as close, so I can smell his washed-off perfume. “So have you decided are we staying together and spend a day together, or you do want to work,” he asked mocking the way I told him we have to work. For a moment I got lost in his eyes, those two caramel browns were so mesmerizing and relaxing to look at. “Princess we don't have a whole day you need to decide faster, it's not so complicated do you want to sit in the office all day and look through thousands of boring papers or do you want to spend a day with me. If I were you I would choose the second option sounds more fun and entertaining” he said sounding a little arrogant, I mean he isn't wrong, but he doesn't need to flatter himself so much. “San you are very well aware of the fact that we can't just be friends we are coworkers, and it doesn't look professional for both of us to be this close” These words left my mouth, but my thoughts were very different, I wanted to spend a day with him, I wanted to be friends, even more, hell I wanted him fuck me till I forget who I am and where I live. It just felt safer to sound responsible and then see where he goes, than just jump in his arms and show him how much I want us together. “Oh sweet innocent Y/N doesn't act all squeaky clean, both of us know that you have thought of me in a very filthy way. I know exactly why I didn't give you your own office. Thought you would figure it out by now, but I guess that's not the case” he said slowly his voice so low, moving towards me and pushing me against the counter, my cheeks were burning at this point my panties soaked in my arousal, my nipples got hard in a matter of time. I barely contained myself from taking off my robe and his boxers and giving him and me what we both desired. “ I…… San this doesn't feel right, we work,” my sentence was interrupted by his soft plump lips kissing me. As soon as I felt his lips on mine, my brain went off, I couldn't think straight, the only thing on my mind was telling him everything I want him to do to me. He slowly pulled away, breaking the kiss and looking at me with soft eyes.  “Look at you, for someone who doesn't want this so bad, you are one needy baby. I like it, you are stubborn but greedy for the things you love and need.” he chuckled, making me even hornier, if that was even possible. His hands slowly separated my robe, ghosting over my inner thighs. He started rubbing me over my panties, just acknowledging how wet I am. “So wet but nothing happened yet, do I turn you on this much or is it some crazy fantasy about me that you created while in the shower.” I couldn't answer, my mind too foggy to create a thought. The only things that left my mouth were silent moans and whines. As he started rubbing faster, I couldn't contain myself, I started grinding on his fingers. “Ah, ah, sweetheart, you are not going to get everything you want easily, you ignored me this morning and put work in the first place now it's my time to get revenge. First, we will drink this coffee, and then we are going to order some food for my apartment, I will call Jihoon he will drive us there and then maybe just maybe you will get the pleasure you want or should I say need.” After those words left his mouth I took my cup of coffee as fast as possible, I drank it all in a few minutes not wanting to look too needy. He just smiled lightly at the effect he had on me, but he was powerful I can't deny it, if he told me to get on my knees right this second I would without any second thoughts.

On the way to his apartment, the car was silent. Only music and Jihoon’s hums were heard. Both of you in the backseat squished together like there wasn't enough room. His hand was on your thigh, inching closer every second. When he got too close to your pussy, you just glared up at him, trying to get him to stop. Having someone watch did sound arousing, but you didn't want that someone to be Jihoon. You appreciate the man too much to do something like that in front of him. Soon enough, you were in front of a tall building that looked very luxurious. As soon as the car stopped, you were running to the building's entrance, with San right behind you. “Slow down, doll. You don't even know where to go,” his reminder made you realize that you may seem too desperate. But that wasn't far from the truth, ever since his fingers left your pussy, you craved him even more. As soon as the doors of the elevator closed, his lips were on yours, one of his arms holding your leg up. He ground his dick on your pussy, making you even wetter.

When the elevator hit the floor of San's apartment, it opened with a little ding, signaling that you arrived. One thing you didn't know was that San lived in a penthouse, so the elevator is literally in his apartment. He pushed you inside the apartment as he continued to kiss you. The food he ordered was on the table, and it smelled delicious, but it wasn't your or his priority right now. He brought you to his room, pushing you on the bed. While he was taking off his clothes, you started taking off yours. And there you were, both naked, just admiring each other like you were pieces of art. “I knew you are hot, but damn princess. You naked, that is a piece of art right there,” he commented while kneeling in front of the bed. He pulled you by your legs to the edge of the bed, first, he licked your pussy, and then he started sucking on your clit. This action made you throw your head back with your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Taking the chance while you were distracted with the pleasure, he pushed two of his fingers inside your pussy. While his other hand squeezed your boob, pinching your nipple. This surprised you in the best way possible, you started moaning his name over and over again. “That's right doll. Show everyone who is fucking you this good,” his fingers fastened their pace while hitting your G-spot just right. When he felt your walls contracting around his fingers, he immediately pulled out. Stealing one precious orgasm from you. You pouted at him, but he didn't say anything, he just pushed his dick inside you. Continuing with the brutal pace that he set with his fingers. He was huge, to say the least, every time he pushed inside it felt like he was in your stomach. Shaking, you looked down, seeing a tiny bulge pop out every time he pushed inside. Moaning, you took his hand, putting it on your lower belly for him to feel the effect he had on you. Confused, he looked down, and then it was time for him to roll his eyes. “My precious little princess is so tiny. I can't even fit inside your pussy without it showing,” all this felt like too much. You felt your orgasm nearing, which also San felt. He started slamming inside of you even faster than before, trying to get you both to your orgasm. “Come on doll, cum with me, milk me dry.” and that's when you let go of that pressure in your lower belly. The orgasm was so strong that it made you black out for a minute. You couldn't see anything, only feeling San's heavy body falling on top of you and his kisses on your forehead. When you came back to your senses, that's when you felt the wetness beneath you, but you didn't question it too much. However, the embarrassment hit you when San stood up, his whole stomach was covered with some liquid. “You are full of surprises, princess. Never pegged you for a squirter, but I'm not complaining,” he commented, while slowly pulling out. He went away for a second, probably to the bathroom. You climbed up his bed, just laying there. And that's when the realization hit you. You just had sex with your boss, and slowly panic started to rise inside you. You wanted to run, but your body was frozen in place. That's when San came back into the room with a damp towel and a bottle of water. He cleaned you up carefully, then he sat down beside you, opening the bottle. He probably saw panic written all over your face. “Princess, I know what you are thinking right now. And I need you to stop. You will not get fired, as your boss can a hundred percent guarantee that. The only thing that will happen now is that you will be promoted to my girlfriend, if you agree of course.” he whispered softly while stroking your hair. His words gave you peace of mind, although I hope to do well in my new position,” you said, smiling, which made him smile and give you a soft kiss.

[schrijverr]

Wake Me Up Before You Go 3

Chapter 3 out of 6

5 times Buck falls asleep on someone + 1 time he wakes up by himself

On AO3.

Ships: Can be read as pre-slash Buddie, but Ana mentioned

Warnings: none

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3. Christopher

Buck is worried, Chris knows that. He can see how Buck doesn’t laugh like he usually does and he spaces out sometimes, always looking tired even though Chris can hear him snore. It’s weird and Chris doesn’t like it.

He wants to enjoy spending time with his Buck. Normally he’d be overjoyed that Buck is there permanently, but his dad isn’t here and Chris isn’t allowed to see him and Buck is worried about him, because he’s been hurt.

Chris worries about his dad, because his dad is the person he can always count on. Dad came back, dad stayed. He isn’t allowed to leave Chris now. Buck says that people leave, but they can come back, dad has to come back.

Buck says be believes dad will come back to them, Ana calls him about how dad is doing and he always looks a little bit like he ate something sour, but he keeps assuring Chris every day that dad is alive and getting better, just still asleep.

He is happy Buck is with him though, instead of Ana. He likes his dad’s girlfriend, his former teacher, he knows her and she spends time with him, but she isn’t Buck. Buck has been a constant since they got here and he has never once left Chris, not like Ana when the year was over. She came back, sure, but she still left. Carla left too when the lockdown first happened, but Buck never did, he only had a short time where they couldn’t talk.

So, Buck is still there and while he is worried, he is here with Chris and that makes Chris feels loads better, even if Buck is still worried.

They’re trying to keep it as normal as always, but movie night isn’t entirely the same without dad there too.

The popcorn they share is perfect since dad had no hand in it, but Chris wouldn't have minded burnt popcorn if that meant he could share it with his dad. However, Buck lets him pick the movie, so they’re watching Finding Dory and cuddling on the couch, maybe both holding on to the other a little tighter than they usually do.

Chris doesn’t know exactly when Buck falls asleep, but halfway through he starts snoring, disturbing the movie.

Usually Chris would be annoyed, but it’s not usual. Dad isn’t here and Buck can’t make it through the movie even though he usually argues with dad to let him stay up later while dad nods off. It’s all wrong and Chris misses how it usually is.

In his sleep Buck hugs him closer and Chris lets that be a comfort, burrowing closer to Buck as he watches the movie by himself. He hopes he’ll never have another movie night like this.

Before the end of the movie Buck startles himself awake, looking around with big frantic eyes, before they fall on Chris. Then they soften and he asks: “Hey, buddy, did I miss much?”

“Practically everything,” Chris informs him, resting his head back against Buck’s chest.

Buck squeezes him. “I’m sorry, Superman.”

“It’s okay, we’ll watch it again when dad gets home,” Chris answers.

Next to him Buck lets out a breath, before he clears his throat. “I’m sure he’d love that,” Buck agrees. He doesn’t let go for the entirety of the movie nor the next one.

Chris stays up way too late and the two sleep on the couch. Buck has a crick in the neck the next morning and Chris feels it during his PT exercises that they do together, but neither of them would change it. It’s nice to lean on each other until dad gets back so they can lean on him, divide the load more evenly.

[jungle-angel]

Fly to the Moon (Maverick and Penny)

Summary: Mav knows the only way to get the boys to sleep at night

Miramar CA

Maverick entered the house, kicking his shoes right off at the door and desperate to crawl into bed next to Penny. His train of thought was suddenly broken by the crying coming from the kitchen nearby, one that he knew a little too well. 

“Penny?” he asked. “Pen who’s up?” 

“Danny,” Penny replied. 

“What happened?” Mav asked, picking Danny up and placing him on his hip. 

“I had a bad dream,” the three year old sobbed, burying his face into Maverick’s neck. 

“Monsters under the bed?” Mav asked Penny. 

“Nope,” Penny answered. “Apparently some snide Ivy League Navy Wife kept telling him that Ice was gonna kick the bucket.” 

“You’ve gotta be fucking joking,” Mav sighed. “Let me guess, Lydia Atkinson?”

“None.....other.” 

Mav’s brain soon began to tick with all the possible ways he could get back at the wretched woman. “Grampa Ice isn’t gonna kick the bucket is he Daddy?” Danny asked tearfully. 

“No buddy, he’ll be fine,” Mav assured him. 

Thomas came running out of his room a minute later with his blanket and his bear, another one unable to sleep. Maverick still couldn’t believe that his own nephews were calling him “Dad” instead of his brother. Yet he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

“Alright,” Mav said. “I think I know the trick.” 

Penny picked up Thomas as she and Mav both loaded them up into the truck, buckling them right into their carseats before driving off to the airplane hangar. They carried both boys inside, switching on the lights until it was bright as day inside, the smell of rubber and different chemicals still evident in the air. 

“You boys wanna go up for a bit?” Mav asked them. 

Danny and Thomas’s faces lit right up as Penny and Mav both helped load them up in the P51 Mustang that sat in the hangar, strapping them both in the back seat with their little headsets on their heads. Maverick was the last one to get in, sticking the headset on his head before starting the engines and closing up. 

Penny waved to her boys as they pulled out of the hangar and taxied out onto the runway. The plane lifted higher and higher into the star flecked sky, the huge moon hanging high above Miramar and full as ever. 

“Talk to’em Goose,” Mav whispered under his breath. “Maybe you can get’em to go back to sleep this time, just like you used to do for Rooster.” 

He flew the plane right over most of the beach and across North Island, over their own home and the houses belonging to the rest of the Dagger Squad, wondering if they could see from below. Maverick flew on for what felt like hours, until he looked over his shoulder to find the two little boys sound asleep in the back. 

Back to the hangar they flew, landing on the little strip of tarmac and pulling into the garage space where Penny was still waiting. “They asleep?” she asked. 

“Fell right asleep before we could fly over the boat yard,” Mav explained. 

The two of them carefully lifted Danny and Thomas out of the plane and carried them to the truck once again, this time the two of them asleep. The drive home was as peaceful and quiet as could be, Mav’s arm around Penny as her eyes began to fall shut. 

“You should do this more often,” she hummed. 

“If I did it wouldn’t work the way it does,” Mav chuckled. “At least we can stick’em both in bed when we get home.” 

“That’s not the only thing we need to stick in bed tonight,” Penny laughed sleepily. 

Mav laughed as he playfully tapped her arm with his palm. Everybody would sleep well that night....and he was damn certain of that.

[crystalelemental]

You ever do something and then, like, immediately regret your choices?

Vs. Lucian "Oh hey, half time to first sync, I've got a great idea! Lodge Rosa needs to be injured for full sync power! This is a good idea that will not at all bite me." So yeah this took for fucking ever, because you have to get lucky with dodges, take out Alakazam at a minimum since it uses Swift and will guaranteed KO you, and never miss sync crit. Oh, and keeping in mind that Lucian's Psychic after first sync is a guaranteed OHKO on Caitlin, and that he has X Accuracy All that he can pop on a whim. Look, H!Caitlin is a fantastic answer to a lot of fights, and she's particularly good with Lodge Rosa. The shields just before sync put her in perfect range for Emergency Sync 5. But this was a really, really annoying time, because of how much the dodge rate matters. And they do not want to dodge.

Vs. Flint So then I opted for something a little less stressful. Anabel is hilariously tanky, taking "no weather/terrain/zone change" means taking off the Offense +5 condition so everyone is safe, Looker has something like an 80% poison rate so you get Buddy move active, and I counted from full, with gradual healing, to confirm that post-Anabel sync, without Zone, Emma's Buddy move is a 4HKO on Flint. Pre-sync clear real. She so bonkers.

Vs. Aaron I really like using the Ice team now. Irida is such a godsend. On a physical stage, Glacia tanks beautifully now, and even just one point of crit is enough to get Candice running. Blizzard spam does hilarious numbers with Hail and Zone, and the Mind Games debuffing just trucks stages like nobody's business. "Irida doesn't have good partners" yeah because she doesn't need them. Clean off-type clear with BP Candice and Glacia. Go back to last month and tell someone that soon, they'd be off-type clearing with them with minimal resistance and see how fast they smack you.

Vs. Bertha Sandstorm. So, I decided to play to Adaman, and brought Dawn along. I'm gonna be honest. Barring some gauge issues, this is...really good. Dawn's super physically tanky, Adaman just trucks stages, but this time SC Sonia got to contribute! Power Whip was nearly 10k damage per swing, at only +4 attack because I loaded the wrong grid. So pretty satisfied with that. Also, because of her, you can win without letting Adaman sync. Dawn takes it, and now you're dealing fantastic numbers with Sonia, with Adaman support.

Vs. Cynthia I wanted to do base Caitlin off-type, but then remembered what this stage was about. No thanks, bro. So instead, I brought Zinniquaza, who can just steal your bullshit and flinchlock, with Cyrus here to sleep you too. This team is legitimately hilarious. Like, I'm trying to think of a stage that beats them. I don't think it exists. NC Calem and SC Zinnia are just so fast to max offense, and having two forms of lockdown with Zone and physical moves up next AND rebuff is just too much. Nothing stands a chance.

[imagineabuttercream]

Distracting Josh (Josh Pieters x Reader)

Waking up to a ruffling noise in the middle of the night had you on edge. Granted, you were at a festival in the middle of nowhere, but the noise was really really close. Keeping still, you slowly turned your head to see Josh pacing back and forth in the tent.

"Oh my god, you scared the shit out of me." You said, sitting up in the bunk you were sharing with your friend Grant.

"I'm sorry." He said, sitting on his bunk. "I'm struggling to stay awake." He said, his face dropping into his hands.

Josh was determined to stay up for the whole festival. He did great the first night, but you could see it wearing on him. You had already gotten about 6 hours of sleep, so you carefully got out of the bunk so that you wouldn't wake Grant. Throwing on one of Josh's hoodies, you slipped your converse on, grabbed your bag, and grabbed Josh's hand to pull him out of the tent.

"Let's go for a walk." You said, still holding Josh's hand. The two of you had met a couple of times in the past and every time you ended up flirting.

"I don't want to ruin your night." Josh said, stopping and pulling you back to him.

"Who says you're ruining it?" You asked, pulling him down the path. "Have you been vlogging enough?"

"I have tons of footage. Last night I was totally alone so I vlogged the whole thing." He answered.

Walking off the path to a small open area between loads of trees, your mind started wandering. "You know, we should play a game." You said, sitting down at the bottom of one of the massive trees.

"What game?" Josh asked, sitting down next to you.

"I don't know. I'd say truth or dare, but I don't know how much we could dare each other in the middle of nowhere." You laughed.

"Truth works." He said, smiling over at you. "You first."

"Why did you want to do another no sleep challenge?" You asked.

"I don't know. I think it's funny, more than anything. I know I won't make it, but it's fun to try." He answered.

"Always the entertainer." You laughed. "Your turn."

"Are you and Grant a thing?" He asked.

"Nope. Never have been." You answered, laughing. "Have you ever read fanfiction about yourself?"

"Oh, fuck." He said, laughing. "I have. I have very kinky subscribers, apparently."

"I don't doubt that." You replied.

"Why are you out here instead of sleeping right now?" He asked.

"A few reasons. I'll answer with...I like your company." You said, smiling up at Josh.

"A few reasons?" He pried.

"Nuh-uh. I gave my answer." You laughed. "Have you tried, you know. Taking care of yourself to wake up?" You asked.

It was dark, but you could see Josh's eyes open wide. "I um. You know. Not much privacy. And uh, I didn't actually think about that until right now."

"How?" You laughed. "We've caught Caspar wanking twice already."

Josh threw his head back laughing. "That's Caspar for you." You both sat in silence for a few minutes before Josh cleared his throat.

"Something on your mind, Pieters?" You asked, watching him fidget.

"I would use being tired as an excuse as to why my mind is stuck on this thought, but if I'm being honest I've always wondered about it." Josh said.

"And what would that be?" You asked.

"Well, you. But currently, us." He said looking down at you. "I've always liked you, but we always just stayed buddies. And then you just asked me about jerking off and my mind is spiraling to certain places awfully quickly. You can go back to the tent if you want." he said, continuing to fidget.

Putting your hand on his thigh, you looked up at him until he looked back at you. "Josh. One, I wouldn't have brought it up if I was uncomfortable talking about it." You laughed. "And two, I've always wondered...you know. About that."

Dipping down to your height, Josh kissed you. "We're outside. And I don't have anything." He said between heated kisses, making sure to keep his hands to himself.

Placing your hands on either side of his neck, you deepened the kiss. "Josh, I'm a big girl. I'm allowed to carry condoms. Plus, we're in the soft grass hidden by trees."

Breaking the kiss, Josh pulled off one of his hoodies, spreading it out in the grass. "Here." He said, laying you back on the sweatshirt. "Is this okay?"

Pulling him back into a kiss, you felt him start to explore your body with his hands. "It's perfect."

In the times you had let yourself think about what would happen if the two of you ever hooked up, you always pictured it being "in the heat of the moment" and clumsy and rushed. Josh was proving that not to be true. He was gentle and sweet and took the time to tease you and make sure you had been taken care of before he even pulled the condom out of your bag. He told you how beautiful you were and made sure you were comfortable and warm the whole time.

When you finally redressed and cuddled together under the tree, the sun was starting to come up. The two of you stayed there until right before the breakfast pavilion was opening. When Caspar and Grant found you at one of the picnic tables, Josh definitely still looked tired, but he had a smile on his face and his arm around you.

"Hey, buddy." Caspar said, sitting down across from you. "Did you stay up last night?"

"He did." you answered.

"Your camera was on your bed so we didn't know if you had crashed somewhere." Grant added, sitting down at the table.

"Nope." Josh looked down at you. "This one kept me company."

"Did you vlog any of it?" Caspar asked.

"Caspar, I don't think you can put what they got up to last night on YouTube." Grant laughed. He saw the way you were cuddled into Josh's side and the smiles on both of your faces. Your friend knew you well.

[banannabethchase]

The Bucks request Kenny's help to make sure Adam leaves the building safely. He does so, grudgingly.

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Coming up with this title gave me a headache. I did a terrible job of getting this out before the next episode of Dynamite, but technically it's, like, thirty seconds before.

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Kenny yawns, curling up on the couch backstage. The Bucks can handle EVP duties. He’s tired, he hurts, and the whole week has been messy. San Antonio isn’t the most exciting place to visit in the winter, and waiting here after Dynamite for Rampage to be over feels like a mistake.

He dozes on and off. And then he hears his phone ring.

Pawing for it, eyes still closed, Kenny answers. “Lo?”

“Hangman showed up to attack Moxley at Rampage.”

Kenny blinks himself awake. “He what?”

Matt sighs, sounding annoyed. “He ran into the trios battle royale and went after him. We need you to escort him out of the building.”

“I’m sorry,” Kenny says, sitting up, mourning the sleep, “why is that my job instead of the security?”

“You understand where he’s coming from ,” Matt says. “You’ve had issues with Mox before and you might be able to keep Adam under control.” He pauses. “And, uh, you guys also have the thing.”

Kenny sighs. Yes. That time a few years back where Kenny thought they loved each other and it turned out Adam liked liquor more. When Kenny was willing to give up everything about himself to get back at him for it. When Kenny was the only one who was able to remind Adam who he was by tearing the hurt out of him. “Right.”

“So, we were thinking, you might be the best person to take care of it, since he won’t be expecting you.”

“Fine,” Kenny says, and he’s more exhausted than he’d been before the nap. “Where is he?”

“Brandon just texted to tell me he’s in the loading hallway with Dark Order,” Matt replies.

“Sounds like he’s already leaving,” Kenny mumbles, pulling on his shoes and jacket. “Maybe I’m not even needed.” He opens the door and walks out.

“Please?” Matt asks. “Come on, we let you rest tonight. We need you.”

“I got it,” Kenny says. He’s too old for this shit. “I’m on my way.”

He makes his way to the loading area, feeling more tired and weighed down with every step, until he reaches the parking lot. To his surprise, Adam is sitting there on a bench, talking to his Dark Order buddies. He watches for too long. He remembers when that smile was aimed at him. He wonders if he’ll ever feel that kind of warmth again.

Kenny’s about to turn and leave when John Silver, who’s never known how to read a moment even if it’s spelled out for him, goes, “Hey, it’s Kenny!”

They turn, the other three of them, almost in sync. He can’t read Uno’s expression, but Alex’s eyes are hard, unforgiving. Kenny wonders if anyone’s ever going to let them all move on.

“Hi Kenny!” says John. “Are you here to kill Adam? Because we’ll have to kill you first.” He shrugs. “You know how it is.”

Kenny blinks, then turns to Adam, who, thankfully, looks just as baffled as Kenny feels. “Uh, guys? I’ll catch up with you later.”

Alex looks between them, and Uno doesn’t move.

“Are you sure?” Alex asks. “I mean. You’ve had a long day.”

Adam nods, standing. He’s steady on his feet, no sign of alcohol or impulse. Or many he just burned it off with his Moxley slap fest. Kenny’s not willing to have faith in Adam yet. “I got it,” Adam says, and he smiles again. Like everything’s okay.

The Dark Order throws mildly menacing looks over their shoulders as they walk to the Uber, but they leave Kenny with Adam and, for that, he’s grateful.

“Hey,” Kenny says. He tries to make himself stop fidgeting. “Bucks wanted me to check on you. After the fight with Moxley, you know.”

Adam’s face falls, and Kenny, somehow, has already said the wrong thing. “Right. The Bucks.”

“I mean, I wanted to make sure you’re okay too,” Kenny says, too quickly. “Did Moxley get you?”

Adam laughs. “Please. I let him get in one good shot, and it’s the last he’ll get.”

Kenny tries to match Adam’s energy, but he doesn’t remember how to speak to him. All they’ve done for two years is fight and hate each other. There’s not a lot of room left. “You doing okay? With that, I mean.”

Adam shrugs, hand going to his hair almost absently, fidgeting with the bun. “Yeah, I mean,” he shrugs again. Kenny notices he’s still not met his eyes. “Still not cleared, not technically, but I’m okay.”

“Good enough to get hit by Moxley.”

“Worth it,” Adam says, and he raises his eyes. They’re sparkling. “Most fun I’ve had beating someone’s ass since y-” His eyes widen, and he freezes.

“Since me?” Kenny says.

Adam deflates a little bit. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be!” Kenny says. “It, uh, it’s our job, right? To wail on each other.”

Adam smiles. “Yeah. Though, sometimes, it feels a little, it gets kind of personal, right?” He wraps his arms around himself. “Like that match we had at All Out. We got a little…” He trails off. “Intense.”

Kenny kicks at a couple of the rocks on the ground. “Intense,” he repeats. “Yeah. Do you remember when we had to drag our tag partners out of the ring to make a tag?”

“Couldn’t forget it.” His grin widens. “I wanted to tear your head off.”

“I wanted to choke you with your own stupid hair,” Kenny replies.

The conversation grows comfortable, like it used to be, and the two of them sit on a bench by the Ride Share sign. Kenny ignores the phone buzzing in his pocket. It doesn’t feel as important as this conversation.

“Oh, shit,” Adam says, glancing at his watch. “Huh. It’s almost midnight.” His smile turns apologetic. “I’ve got to get back to my hotel.”

“I’ll drive you,” Kenny offers, automatically. “Let me just text people, let them know where I’ll be.”

The group chat is full of increasingly angry question marks from Matt, and “dude just tell us ur not dead” and variations of the sort from Nick. He messages them back, “Taking Hangman to his hotel. We’re good. Talk later.” And goes back to Adam. “Let me get my stuff.”

Adam nods. “Yeah, of course. I’ll, uh. I can wait here.”

“You can come with,” Kenny tells him. “I’m an EVP, right?”

Adam silently stands and walks with him, hanging back a little. The venue is nearly empty, just some crew and a handful of fellow wrestlers milling about. Kenny deliberately avoids the EVP office. He doesn’t think it’s necessary to run into Matt or Nick right now.

Kenny makes miserably boring small talk as he gathers his things, barely even talking about wrestling, when Adam interrupts.

“You guys won your match, right?”

Kenny processes the question more slowly than he’d like. “Oh. Uh. Yeah.”

Adam’s smile grows fond. “Of course you did.” He nods over to the corner. Ah. The broom.

“Oh, yeah,” Kenny says. “Um. The Cleaner came out for a little bit tonight. Just for a moment.”

“Keep it under control, big guy,” Adam says, clapping him on the shoulder. “You get kind of bitchy like that.”

“I don’t get bitchy,” Kenny argues. But Adam’s right. Bitchy’s kind of his whole thing when he lets his Cleaner side out. “Okay, fine. I get a little bitchy.”

The conversation falters from there, Adam fidgeting with his belt buckle and his phone as Kenny grabs his last things and throws his backpack over his shoulder.

“Okay,” Kenny says, clapping his hands together. “Should be ready to go.”

Adam pulls open the door, gesturing for Kenny to go through first, and he does. They make it out of the arena without any incident. There is one point where Kenny is pretty sure he sees Tony rounding a corner, but he grabs Adam’s shoulder and pulls him back before he can draw attention.

“What the fuck?” Adam asks, shrugging off Kenny’s hand.

“Look, man, I don’t want Tony to find you here and, like, write you up or something.”

Adam throws his head back, laughs.

“What?!”

“Sorry,” Adam wheezes, hand clapped over his chest. “Sorry. You sounded like my old students would when they thought I didn’t catch them smoking in the bathroom.”

With an eye roll he hopes Adam sees, he grabs Adam by the arm and drags him out of the arena, to the parking lot, and to his car.

“Jeez,” Adam grumbles, “you never used to be this…man-handle-y.”

“That’s not even a word,” Kenny retorts. “Get in the rental so I can take you home.”

They tease each other back and forth for the short drive, and Kenny thinks, maybe, they might be repairing all the damage they’ve done to each other.

They get to the hotel, and Kenny has the strangest memory of a first date, or picking somebody up for prom as they step into the elevator together.

“I’m on the sixth floor,” Kenny says.

“Me too,” Adam says, pressing the button. “Wonder if they put all of us on the same floor to keep an eye on us.”

Kenny lets out a little laugh. He’s nervous, for some reason. He doesn’t think he should be nervous. “Wrestlers can get up to so serious shenanigans. The Bucks are on the eighth floor, though.”

“That’s probably good.” Adam goes for his hair, pulling the tie out. “I mean, you probably wouldn’t want to be seen with me.”

“I don’t know. I think they’ve wanted to talk to you for a while.”

Adam’s gaze drops to the floor. “Yeah,” he says quietly. “I know.”

They step out of the elevator and Adam stops in front of a room a few down from Kenny’s. “This is me,” he says. Kenny’s lingering. He doesn’t know why. “I, uh.” He laughs. “God, why is this weird?”

“I know!” Kenny says, relief washing over him. “Oh, my god, it’s been weird this whole time.”

Adam aims that bright smile toward Kenny, and it nearly takes him out. “Maybe we can work on it, uh, not being weird?” He cringes. “Oh, Christ, that sounded awful.”

“No, it didn’t,” Kenny interrupts. “I get it.” He holds out a hand. “To working on it not being weird.”

Adam shakes it, that smile aimed at Kenny again, and it feels right. “To not being weird.”

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Poor Lad Is Very Sick

< Part 1 , < Part 2 , ~Part 3~

You guys have no idea how much I have to do for these gifs now... it's a pain in the ass, but I like this layout too much to change it. I started working on this at 10pm my time and it's almost 1am now.

Anyways, isn't Duke just the cutest?? 🥰😍

Warnings: hospital, mention of panic attacks

Written in 2018

Published (Wattpad) - Feb 14, 2018

Word Count: 1,382

Updates are every Tuesday and Thursday

Also Available on Wattpad and AO3!!!

Part 3:

Calum's POV:

      'What is that sound?' *beep, beep, beep, sniffle, beep* 'Is someone crying? Why? Why can't I open my eyes or move my body....? What's going on? Michael? Ashton? Luke? Guys help me... Why aren't you answering? Who's crying?' "Calum please wake up..." I heard what sounded like Michael talking. Was I asleep? "We miss you so much Cal-Pal. You need to fight this and come back to us." I heard sniffling as he was talking.

       "I love you Cal. Please don't leave us..." Ash. He was the one crying, his voice wavering every second. 'Don't cry Ash. Why would you think I would leave you guys?' I didn't even know if I was even producing the words. 'I have to find a way to tell them I'm ok!' I suddenly felt something on my hand...

Michael's POV:

      I had Cal's hand gripped tightly in my larger one. I wanted to make sure he knew I was here. I talked to him, held his hand, and brushed the fringe from his closed eyes every chance I got since we got here.

      Ash has been crying nonstop, while Luke cradles him. Luke has managed to stay so strong during all of this. He's only broken down once. too be honest with myself I've broken down more then I would care to admit aloud, more than the occasional tear here and there that I've let show. I hate showing my emotions... I'm trying not to, but I feel like I am getting ready to lose the internal battle, fighting the tears from falling. I break. I rush a hand to cover my mouth in a failed attempt to cover a sob. I lower my head to the bed and just start praying, tearfully praying to a God that I don't even know exists, never letting go of his hand.

      I felt a twitch... No. I must have imagined it.

      Another twitch.

      I shot my head up and locked my gaze on our interlocked hands. I stare for what feels like forever, although it is only a few seconds. I see it, his hand moved. "HIS HAND MOVED!" I jumped out of my seat as Ashton slowly climbed off Luke's lap.

      "Are- are you sure Michael?" Luke asked me, glancing over to the bed.

      "Is he... Waking up?" Ashton looked over at the shell that once our best friend with eyes filled with hope.

       "YES! I FELT IT LUKE! I don't know Ash, but I think he might be starting to." I looked over to Calum and we all watched in amazement and pure awe, as he scrunched up his face. He squeezed my hand tight and I took a step forward. "Calum? Can you hear me? Squeeze my hand twice if you can hear me." I instantly crashed to my knees in a fit of complete solace, as I felt two weakened pumps. "He-" I couldn't form the words.

       "Michael?" I looked to Luke and saw the tears that we're threatening to fall from his ever so hopeful gaze. I nodded.

        "He's awake... Calum's awake...." I bawled. I was beyond relieved knowing that our friend would be ok.

       "Oh, thank God!" Luke got up from the chair he had been sitting in for a little over a week, minus getting some nights sleep and to lazily bathe. "Calum, buddy, don't try to talk. I know you probably have loads of questions and I'm sorry, but you have a tube in your mouth right now." Luke speaking soft as he walked over to the head of the bed. A tear slowly streamed down Calum's ghostly face.

Ashton's POV:

       Though the blurriness of my eyes, I walked over and calmly pushed the button for the nurse. I could tell that upon walking in it looked as if nothing had changed. Calum still had his eyes shut, he's responded to everything one way or another.

       'Calum's going to be ok. He is ok!' I thought contently. The nurse walked in and saw us hovering over the bed for the millionth time since he has been here. "How may I help you boys?" She asked nicely.

       "He's awake." We all almost yelled through our tears and giddiness.

       "He is?" He, very slowly and very shakily, lifted his thumb up, as he slowly cracked his eyes open adjusting to the bright contrast of light. She must have seen it too, as her face lit up. "Huh! Well good morning Calum... I'm going to take a look at your eyes bud. Bright light." She explained walking over to Cal's bedside and pulling out a small flashlight. She shot it back and forth in front of one eye as he held it open and then repeated the action with the other. "Everything looks good." She exclaimed looking over his vitals. "I will be right back boys. I have to talk to Dr. Kilarjian." With that she swiftly walked out of the room and into the hallway.

        Soon enough the doctor and the nurse walked in with bright smiles on their faces. "I heard Calum is awake... I heard that his vitals are doing great... Guess what that means." We looked at each other dumbfounded and shook our heads, shrugging, clueless to what she was going to say. "It means I'm going to try to wean Mr. Hood off the ventilator." If we weren't crying happily before, we definitely were now. "I'm going to lower the ventilator about 5% and we will see if anything worrisome occurs, but if nothing done then I will lower it another 5% and so on." We nodded super anxious to get this tube out of his throat.

       She did just that, started slowly weaning him off the tube. The ventilator was originally only at 35% it didn't take too long.

      "Ok Calum, I'm going to take out that annoying tube now. You will need to cough to help me get it moving. This will hurt since this has been down your throat for quite some time. It's best with you being a singer that you don't talk for a day or two, or until you feel like it. We will supply you withe a pen and paper or you can use your phone. Either way, are you ready?" He nodded eagerly. She turned the ventilator of and watched him breathe for a minute. She unhooked the tube from the machine and undid the tape that was securing it. "Ok cough." He coughed and gagged slightly as she slid the tube from his throat. He started to feel suffocated, which sounds bad, but it was actually a really good sign. After it was out he looked around and Dr. Kilarjian rose his bed up.

       She handed him the promised pen and paper and he quickly put it to use. 

'How long was I out for?' 

      "About a week and a half bud." I responded. His face dropped. 

'And my chest hurts due to the tube right?'  He pointed the paper at the doctor.

       "That's right Calum. You will be sore for a while. It will also take a day or two for you to be able to walk or move around." He went to write something else. "If you are wondering what cashed all of this, it was pneumonia. Really bad at that." He nodded and showed her the half written sentence. That was what he was getting ready to ask. 

'How long will I have to be here now? I know I just woke up from a coma, so it will be a while, but I want to go home. It's all cleared up right?' 

      "It may be a while. I think you should stay for at least 3 days just to make sure everything clear and that there are no complications." Calum nodded and leaned his head back against the pillow, content that all of his questions were answered.

       Calum had to do some physical therapy for a while, but once he could walk again and was given the all clear he was released from the hospital with some medicine he had to take for 5 days. Now he is right back to singing and jumping/running around on stage, back to his happy self.

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#5

Hi!!! ❤️ Can I request number 1 from that relationship prompt list for Buddie please? 'physical touch to feel safe' If it sparks joy! 😊

aaaaa thank you for the prompt!! I was worried this would develop a mind of its own and we'd end up with a longer story, but I reined it in to write this sweet lil ficlet. it's an au where Buck and Eddie are together at the time of the shooting. I hope you like it, friend!! &lt;3

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The first word out of Eddie’s mouth when he wakes up is, “Buck?” It comes out shakily and scared, and he reaches blindly in front of him with his good arm, searching for the man he knows is there. He opens his eyes slowly against the bright lights and almost cries when he finds Buck in a chair next to his bed, fast asleep.

He’s tense, even while unconscious, his body rigid and no doubt uncomfortable in the hospital chair, and Eddie’s heart speeds up as he remembers the last time he saw him, covered in blood with a terrified look in his eyes that Eddie hadn’t been able to peel his gaze from. He’d been in so much pain he was almost numb, but all he can remember thinking about is Buck—if Buck was hurt, why Buck was covered in blood, why no one seemed to be doing anything. 

Eddie reaches his arm out again before getting too caught up in his head, repeating Buck’s name louder. He knows he should let him sleep—God knows when he last got any rest—but Eddie needs to hold him and be held in turn.

Buck wakes quickly once he hears his name, sitting straight up in the chair, his eyes finding Eddie’s frantically before he grabs his hand and squeezes, pulling his chair forward, close enough to lean his upper body against the bed. He presses his forehead against Eddie’s, breathing out his name like a prayer, and Eddie closes his eyes and inhales deeply before Buck’s lips are on his.

The kiss is quick and chaste but still conveys their desperation, the fear they’ve only just now let go of after the shooting. Eddie wraps his good arm around Buck’s shoulders when he makes a move to pull back, whimpering against him and burying his face in his neck. “Stay,” he begs. “Please.”

Buck nods, pressing a kiss to his hairline, and they settle together, safe in each other’s arms.

Relationship prompts &lt;3

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#4

Hiiiiii Nat 👋🏼🥰 can I request number 19. Trying to make them laugh for Buddie from that prompts list? If it sparks joy ❤️ love you xx

eeeee Meegs!! I took so long to come up with an idea for this, but i found a video on my phone of my friend with grapes up their nose, and then this fichappened 😅 ilysm!!! consider this a gift as congrats on doing your thesis presentation!! thanks for requesting something, I hope you like it!! ❤️

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Dad’s phone rings just as they’re finishing up breakfast, and Chris not-so-subtly leans over the table to try to glance at the caller ID—something he picked up from Buck, who is doing the same across the table—before his father picks it up. Chris is unsuccessful, but judging by the shadow that has fallen across his dad’s face, he’s pretty sure it won’t be a happy call.

Eddie answers cheerfully though, before pulling the phone away from his ear when the caller—Chris recognizes the tinny voice that he can hear even from his seat as his abuela’s—starts yelling through the phone. Eddie winces, and Chris sighs, hoping this doesn’t ruin their day as he begins to pick up their dishes from breakfast to take them into the kitchen and load the dishwasher.

Chris loves his grandparents, really, but he’s not dumb. He can see how they hurt his dad, how they say mean things. His dad tries keeping that stuff away from him, but kids know—they still pick up on it, and Abuela and Abuelo aren’t nearly as subtle as they think they are. Through the years, Chris has overheard more than enough conversations to understand that his grandparents never seem to think that his father is doing a good enough job. And Chris hates it.

He doesn’t hate them, but he hates what they do and say to Eddie. He loves his dad, and he loves living in LA, their 118 family, and his school. He couldn’t imagine ever going back to Texas, and he hates that his grandparents always try to take him from his dad and his Buck. Especially now that he’s a teenager, it seems far too late to uproot him from everything he’s ever known—they always say that they’re a “constant in his life” and that he “needs to be somewhere familiar,” but it’s been years since he and his dad left Texas, and Chris can barely remember that part of his life anymore.

His dads usually wipe down the table and tidy up the dining room in the morning, but they’re nowhere to be found when he returns. He can hear his father’s tense voice from his and Buck’s bedroom, and he tries not to eavesdrop—he doesn’t want to know what his grandparents are complaining about this time.

It doesn’t take long for the call to end���Eddie’s voice gets louder, and Chris hears Buck say something in a soothing manner, and then there’s a thump before they both emerge from the hallway. His dad’s eyes are glassy, like he’s about to cry, and Chris rushes to his side to hug him tightly. He might be a teenager now, but he still loves his dad’s hugs and knows that one will comfort them both.

He and Buck play video games for a bit—he usually isn’t allowed to play them on Saturday mornings, and while he’s excited to play his newest game with Buck, this means the phone call really shook up his dad, and Chris hates it.

“Hey, Dad?” he calls after a while.

“What’s up, bud?” Eddie’s voice carries from the kitchen, and Chris has to force himself not to roll his eyes at the moniker and remind Eddie of his age.

“Do you think we could go for a picnic today?” It’s something they’ve done a lot the past years, since he and Buck started dating five years ago, back when his dad had an accident on a call that they still won’t tell him about—all he knows is that it was storming, and he’s not allowed to Google anything related to firefighters and wells.

“Sure!” Buck answers for him. “I’ll go make us some sandwiches and maybe a potato salad?” He pauses their game before stretching and heading towards the kitchen.

Chris works on homework for a bit before settling onto the couch again with a book—one of the Percy Jackson novels that he’s rereading—for a few hours, and then it’s time for their picnic. 

Like usual, they walk to the park closest to their house, and Chris picks the spot to lay their blanket down. He lays the quilt down half underneath the shade of a tree, half sun-filled so his dad can soak up the vitamin D and hopefully feel better after the morning’s phone call.

Chris leans up against the tree, giggling when his dads lie down next to each other, Buck pointing out some clouds and telling them wild stories about whatever he thinks they look like. Chris keeps an eye on his dad, whose smile hasn’t reached his eyes since breakfast, even when Chris tosses his tightly plastic-wrapped sandwich his way, hitting him in the face and eliciting an indignant grunt that causes Buck to burst out laughing.

Chris pulls the bowl of potato salad out of the picnic basket, Buck grabbing the fruit salad he’d made the day before, and they dig in while talking about random things. Chris tells them about his latest science project—despite already having done so earlier in the week—since he knows it’ll be a good distraction, and Buck rambles about all the different facts he knows about quasars and pulsars.

The conversation lulls after that but in a peaceful way, and Chris sighs contentedly while serving himself more potato salad. He takes a couple bites before the silence is broken by his dad’s loud laughter, which echoes across the hills of the park and causes a few families to look their way. Chris blushes at the attention, and looks towards his parents to scold them.

Eddie can’t keep his eyes off Buck, continuing to chuckle while Chris says, “You guys are so embarrassing.”

“Who, me?” Buck says, but his voice comes out nasally, and Chris furrows his brows in confusion before Buck turns towards him, his eyes crossed and grapes sticking out of his nostrils. Chris bursts out laughing at the sight, realizing that Buck must’ve shoved them up his nose in the hopes of cheering up his dad, and it seems to have worked.

“Buck!!” he wheezes, while his dad continues laughing at Buck’s antics.

“What?” Buck asks. “Is there something on my face?”

“You sound like Spongebob,” Chris laughs, setting his plate aside. He crawls towards his dads and settles in between them, lying down and wrapping an arm around Eddie’s side. “I love you, Dad.”

Eddie makes a sound, and Chris can’t quite tell what it means, but his dad looks at him with so much love in his eyes and a wide smile. Chris grins back before turning to Buck and repeating the sentiment.

“I love you, too, Chris,” Buck says, and then they all erupt into laughter once more at the sound of his voice. “Okay, I better take these out, huh?”

Chris shakes his head, but Eddie mutters, “Please, you goof,” and Buck reaches up to pluck the grapes from his nose. He laughs the first time he fails to grasp either of the fruits, but when he blows through his nose forcefully to try to dislodge them and they don’t budge, he becomes serious, turning towards Eddie with a questioning, almost worried look.

“I don’t think I can get them out, Eds,” he says dejectedly, eliciting another uproar from the older man, and Chris laughs along too—though he hopes Buck won’t be stuck with grapes up his nose permanently (that’d be gross).

“Idiot,” his dad says after another minute passes and Buck still has the grapes up his nose. He shakes his head before sitting up and sliding closer to him. Eddie presses gently on Buck’s nose, unsuccessfully attempting to dislodge the grapes, so Chris begins packing up their picnic, understanding from the stories they bring home from work that they need to head to the ER.  His dad stands, holding a hand out to Buck and smiling at him when he takes it. 

Chris beams at them while they walk home, laughing quietly to himself whenever Buck speaks in that nasally voice. He can’t believe that of all the things Buck could have done to help his dad out of a slump, he chose to shove grapes up his nose. Sometimes, Chris really is the most mature Buckley-Diaz, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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#3

Quest

Carson is trying to read. Greta has other plans.

Sapphic September day 2: quest

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#2

I Told You So

5 times the others don't believe Ravi when he says Buck and Eddie are dating + the 1 time he's proven right.

9-1-1 Week 2022 day 1: crack + team shenanigans

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My #1 post of 2022

Glass

Jess comes to a realization when Esti accidentally cuts herself and she finds Lupe taking care of her.

Sapphic September day 3: glass

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[dracoblaze40]

Roommates and assholes

After all the craziness that happened during my arrival I had a nice night of sleep in Carlos’ bed. Had so many wet dreams because of his lingering sexual energy. Also had to blow one load the moment I woke up. Goddamn, how sexually frustrated is this guy!? At least I know that I will not be at risk of running out of power here.

While in his room I noticed some interesting facts about him:

Apparently, he was on the swimming team in his high school days. No wonder why he has enough strength to carry me by himself. Not like I’m a huge weight to carry tho.

He doesn’t have any pics of his family. I wonder what's up with that…

He really, really, REALLY loves to masturbate. There are a lot of used tissues in his trash bin. No wonder why I was losing it yesterday.

For a socially awkward nerdy gamer guy, he is hygienic. He always smells nice, outside of the pheromone cocktail that lingers in his room.

After doing all those observations I got up and took a quick shower to clean myself after my morning fun.

Once I was done, I got ready, and an incredibly good smell hit my nose the moment I opened the door.

“Good morning, Draco!” -Carlos said with that charming smile and with a pan at hand. It seemed that he was making pancakes, and were the source of the delicious smell. “Hope you are hungry because I’ve prepared a big breakfast to celebrate your first day living here”.

“Aww, you shouldn’t have.” -I answered, completely flattered that he did it. “You are already doing a lot for me”.

“There’s no such thing as too much here. Now open up and let me give you a taste of what’s expecting you on the table.” -He said and then, with a swift motion, put a bit of a pancake in my mouth.

“…”

“Draco?”

“…” -A single tear came out of my eye.

“D-Draco, buddy, are you ok? You’re scaring me…” -He said, his voice filled with concern.

I’ve met wizards with powers that could bend the laws of nature, demons with enough power to destroy nations, eldritch abominations that could shatter the psyche of every living being with their mere presence… and this puny human just made me his bitch with a bite of this heavenly made pancake. Am I really sure that Carlos is a normal human being at this point?

“This is so goddamn good!” -I said, and his face lightened up.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s sit on the table and make a toast to celebrate!”

I nodded and then we sat on the table, enjoying the most mouthwatering food I’ve ever tried.

__________________________________________

After the fantastic breakfast, Carlos asked me what I ‘m gonna do today. I told him that I wanted to explore the city, because I had no idea what was out there other than the front yard of the apartment building. He said he could go with me because he had the day for himself. He would show me the most important places, and also get me a phone so I can keep in touch with him if anything bad happens to me.

“Do you really think I will be in trouble? Ha! I have my ways of solving my problems” -I said.

“Draco, you can’t just fuck your way out of things.” -He replied, looking at me like I was dumb.

“Oh yeah? Then enlighten me: what is one thing I can’t fuck my way out?”

“For starters, policewomen. Well… Women in general. And I’m pretty sure animals are also something that your people do not do.”

“Ok, you win. Let’s get a phone.” -I said, defeated by my own cockiness.

And just like that we started our tour through the city with a visit to a technology shop. Carlos did all the talking, while I wandered around the shop, checking on the people and taking mental notes:

There were some weird kids with puffy hair doing weird dances outside. I found it funny when someone said “Oh, not the broccoli hair guys again. God fucking dammit!” and then made them leave. They don’t look that threatening to me, but the guy said something about them doing pranks or something like that.

A lady and a guy carrying lots of bags. The guy looked like he was regretting his life decisions but hearing her tell him “I know you hate doing this, but we’re almost done baby, and when we go back home, I’ll reward you very generously,” made him cheer up. Feeling his sexual energy rise up gave me up an idea of what the “reward” was gonna be.

Two guys that kinda reminded me of Carlos in one of his high school pics I saw earlier, talking what I thought it was gibberish at first, but then find out it was the specifications of the phones. Also, one of them was carrying… a wolf mask? A fluffy helmet? I don’t know what that was to be honest.

I was so absorbed watching all of that, when I crashed against someone.

“Watch it, you idiot!” -The guy screamed at me.

“Oh, sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” -I replied, and then looked at him.

There he was, a tall guy, wearing what looked like a varsity jacket, with the logo of the local university. By looking at him, you could tell he is also an athlete. The guy was buff as fuck! Sadly, his expression made me realize that he wasn’t the kind of guy I was expecting to fit such description.

“You made me lose sight of Jenna! I was so sure that she was gonna say yes to me this time, and you ruined it, you little shit!” -he kept screaming, and the people in the shop turned their heads to where we were.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but if you are looking for someone maybe I can help you find h-“

I couldn’t finish my sentence before the big guy grabbed me from my shirt and raised me, so my face was right in front of his. He was furious.

“And why should I get help from a little fucker like you? Buddy, I know your type, trying to befriend me and 'help me' just to try and get favors with women.”

“B-but I don’t like women…” -I said, trying to appease him. But those words had the opposite effect on him and enraged him more.

“NO FUCKING WAY YOU SAID THAT! Of course, I had to have one of “those guys” ruining my day! You fucking f-“.

“Let him go Ricky! He’s not doing anything to you!” -Carlos said as he walked to where we were with one of the clerks.

“You are lucky that your boyfriend came with help, but listen to me you little worm, I don’t wanna see you near me, or else I’m gonna make sure no one will recognize that stupid face of yours ever again!” -Ricky said and then threw me to Carlos. He then stormed out of the shop.

The clerk helped us get on our feet and asked what happened and if I was ok. I told him how everything went and then, he told us he was gonna give us a smart watch for all the problems Ricky caused to us, but Carlos assured me it was more of a “please don’t sue us for not calling security” kind of gift once we left.

__________________________________________

We continued the tour through the city, with less optimism than when we started it, and then we stopped in a café so we could rest and talk.

“Hey big D, what are you thinking of?” -He said when he noticed me more silent than usual.

“That guy from the tech shop, do you know him?” -I asked.

“Oh, Ricky? Yeah, I’ve known him for years, he goes to the same university as me. He is a huge asshole, and he is well known for being a completely creep with women, trying to get into their pants. He has been trying to get Jenna, the new cheerleader member, to sleep with him, but she is not interested in him.”

“Can’t say I’m surprised.” -I said and took a sip of my coffee. -If I was a girl and was in his sight, I probably would feel so uncomfortable.”

“And with him being a rich guy that’s built like a bull, he gets away with it. No man can stand up to him, and if you are queer, well…” -Carlos said and his expression became serious out of nowhere, then he fell silent.

“Don’t tell me… He did something to you?” -I said, scared of what the answer was.

“He did… But not something life threatening. He just…” -He stopped, took a deep breath and the continued. “My dad works for his dad, so that’s why I said I’ve known him for a while, and he was the first person that discovered that I was gay. And then he told my dad, adding his touch to the story, and things got really, really rough with my parents because of that. I got kicked out of my home for being gay around the time I started high school, and he used every single chance to make fun of me and has made my life so miserable to this day. That is why I don’t have too many friends…”

 I was dumbstruck. I couldn’t believe there were humans that could be this evil. That caused me to get irrationally angry. But just when I was about to spout the most horrible things I’ve ever said, a woman around the age of Carlos came close to us.

“Guys, sorry for the interruption. I am being stalked by a guy; may I sit with you while I wait for him to leave me alone?” -The woman said all nervous and shaking.

Carlos and I look at each other and nodded. We offered her to buy her something to drink so she could calm down and she accepted it, wholeheartedly.

We talked for a while, sharing laughs and stories. Apparently, she is into occult and magic stuff and talking about that stuff with us made her feel better. She then mentioned that she attended the local university and that made Carlos realize who she was.

“Hey, umm… Is your name… Jenna?” -He said.

She looked at Carlos, completely surprised, and then nodded. “Yes. How do you know my name?”

“We go to the same university. I think we are in the same classes, and also, we might have an idea of who is stalking you, mostly because my friend here had a rundown with him.”

“Oh no… You’re that poor guy. I’m so, so sorry!” -She said. “If it wasn’t for me running away the moment you crashed onto him-”

“Don’t be sorry.” -I stopped her. “You are safe and that’s what matters, so cheer up. I am more resilient than I look.” -And then I flashed her an awkward smile that made her chuckle a little.

“Oh, how I wish someone could scramble his brains or something to put him in his place!” -Jenna said, and that made Carlos look at me, with a sly smile.

“Oh yeah, if only there was someone that could do that. Someone capable of exploiting his weaknesses and make him regret all that he has done” -He said that, discreetly winking at me.

“Yeah! Fuck that guy! Hope he gets possessed, haunted, or fucked in the ass by an incubus!” -Jenna said and I almost choked on my coffee, when I heard the last part. Carlos and Jenna just laughed.

We left the café, and thought it was a better idea if she came back to our place, at least for tonight. Carlos and she can go to university together tomorrow. She agreed and thanked us. We let her take Carlos’ room (but not before making Carlos get rid of the trash in his room) and we slept together in the sofa.

Once he made sure she was asleep, Carlos said “Guess you have your first target, buddy!”.

I just gave him the most ominous smile I’ve ever done and replied “Damn right. And I’m gonna make sure he will regret everything he has done to you two. You have my word.

And believe me, I’m a man of my word.

[bewitchingbooktours]

Marked Under the Midnight Sun by Susanna Strom #PNR #Shifter #FatedMates

Marked Under the Midnight Sun

Black Rock Guardians 

Book Three

Susanna Strom

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Cougar Creek Publishing, LLC

Date of Publication: May 21, 2024

ISBN: 9781960382092

ASIN: B0CKKXFYFC

Cover Artist: Lori Jackson 

Tagline: He was loaded for bear. And he still wasn’t ready for her… 

Book Description:

Viggo

I do jobs no one else in my pack can do. Dirty jobs.

Like kidnapping Liv Hagen.

I didn’t want to do it. I was just following my alpha’s orders.

I never thought my bear would think she’s ours.

But there’s no way I can keep her. The consequences are too dire.

So, when the time comes, I’ll have no choice but to surrender her to fate.

Even if it kills me…

Liv

Kidnapped, held captive, and used as a bargaining chip against the Black Rock Guardians.

Yeah. Seems about right for my luck.

But if the big, bad bear shifter thinks I’m going to submit to his—or anyone’s—will, he’s got another thing coming.

Which is why I’ll just have to ignore my attraction to the sexy jerk. It’s probably Stockholm syndrome, anyway.

I mean, it’s not like he’s my fated mate or anything… right?

Marked Under the Midnight Sun, Book 3 in the Black Rock Guardians Series, is a lightly angsty, enemies to lovers paranormal romance with plenty of spice and tense moments, and just the right amount of suspense, action, and adventure. Download today and get ready for the supernatural romance you didn’t know you needed.

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Excerpt:

Liv huddled next to the campfire, a flimsy Mylar sleeping bag wrapped around her shoulders. Soaking wet, her cheeks flushed scarlet from the frigid air, the human was in trouble. The sun had dipped below the horizon and the temperature was plummeting.

I glanced at my shivering captive. “Gimme your coat, dress, and boots.”

“What?” she sputtered. “Dude, I’m not stripping in front of you.”

My lip quirked. Nobody but this feisty, gotta-be-freezing-her-ass-off woman would dare call me dude. Most pack mates cringed in my presence, and referred to me as Mr. Creed, or sir. Not Liv.

“You’ll never warm up if you spend the night in wet clothes.” I pointed at the sticks wedged into the ground next to the campfire. “I’ll put your things close to the flames to dry out.”

“Forget it.” She yanked the emergency sleeping bag up to her ears.

I bit the inside of my cheek. I never got a good look at her body underneath the sodden down parka, but her legs were shapely and I bet her figure matched.

What the hell am I doing?

Was there any thing more pointless, more self-destructive than being attracted to the woman I’m turning over to my heartless alpha?

Time to shut this shit down.

I stepped toward her and deliberately shaped my features into an intimidating scowl.

“You telling me you’d rather freeze to death than take off your wet clothes?”

She didn’t answer, probably realizing how foolish she’d sound if she said yes.

“My orders are to bring you safe and sound to Medved. I can’t let you get hypothermia.”

“And a flunky like you doesn’t dare disappoint his alpha, right?” Scorn dripped from her voice.

“That’s right.” No point in taking offense when she spoke the truth. I lowered my chin and put command into my voice. “So either you strip or I’ll do it for you.”

Color returned to her cheeks in an angry flush. “Try it, buddy, and you’ll lose a hand.” I could easily overpower the mouthy woman and peel her clothes off. Grizzly shifter versus human? Hell, no contest. Liv wasn’t stupid. She had to realize how powerless and vulnerable she was. Still, she jutted out her chin, and her pretty brown eyes shot sparks.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I debated how to handle the insolent human. I’d ripped her away from everybody and everything she knew. Her next few days were bound to be rough, especially if she shot off her mouth in front of Medved. Why not cut her some slack? If she saw me as a reasonable man, she might be more willing to listen when I warned her to mind her manners in front of my alpha.

“How about I turn around and look the other way while you undress?” I proposed.

The fingers clutching the top of the sleeping bag had turned bone white, and she trembled from the cold. “Fine,” she said reluctantly. “Do it.”

I put my back to her. “Just don’t get any crazy ideas about picking up a branch and clobbering me.”

She snorted. “We’re in the middle of godforsaken nowhere.” I heard rustling as she dropped the sleeping bag and shed her wet clothes. My imagination filled in the details as I imagined her naked behind me. “Even if I managed to knock you out, where would I go?”

About the Author:

Susanna loves to read―and write―stories full of complex characters who find love, hope, and connection while navigating through an exciting and dangerous world. Susanna lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her husband and two very spoiled cats.

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[tastefuldepravity]

My phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number. This picture was all that popped up until a minute later

"I was fucking your boyfriend last night, and was talking about how sweet his ass is and how kinky and sadistic I can be but I can never find a slut thats into it. Don't worry, your boyfriend didn't tell me you would. But, I saw your name on a text notification while he was busy getting spit roasted, so I saved it to my phone just in case. Answer my call."

Sure enough, my phone vibrated and the same number that texted me was calling. As soon as I answered, his voice washed over me.

"I've been fucking him for a few months now, and he's good, but I bet you're a better whore for real men. I bet you crave what a man like me would be able to do to you. Or maybe not, I'm not totally sure.

Here's what I want. I've seen pics of you through the gallery and I've stalked your social media. You don't seem to have family, and you don't seem to have many friends. You work a dead end job, drive a shitty car, and are in an exclusive relationship with a man who may not be a bottom but has taken more cock and cum than he ever has before. You don't seem to have a lot going for you right now.

I'll offer this to you, a life that's rewarding and fulfilling. All you have to do is agree to come over for the whole weekend, and then agree to be my property. Here's the deal, if you show up on my front door, I'm assuming you aren't going to want to leave, so if you choose to come over just know that you've sealed your future, there's no going back.

Once I open my front door and find you there, waiting with excitement and fear, I'm going to expect you to hand me your keys, your wallet, and your phone. I expect you to message me the code for your phone and all log-in information for all of your accounts: Social media, porn sites, your bank. All of it.

Once I have all of the objects and info, I'm going to lock them up in a safe that only I have access to. From there, I'll be leading you into the place that you'll call home for the rest of your life, or at least as long as I own you.

You will have a small room to call your own, it will have a small sleep setup on the floor, a trunk, and you are allowed to use it if you need. However, I expect most of your time to be with me.

Once I take you to the dungeon, your limits no longer matter, not like do anyway. I'm going to get you comfortable with drinking my piss, with eating my dirty sweaty ass, with swallowing my spit and snot, and doing things you'd never dreamed of.

What I'm most excited about is getting a load in you and then seeing how far my fist can work it into your guts. I'll also probably permanently mark you with a brand or a tattoo, or multiple. I'll decide your wardrobe, your diet, everything.

Now, I'm hoping for at least a few years out of you. However, if it doesn't work out, you don't get to return to a normal life. I'll sell you to a stranger, I'll whore you out to my buddies, I'll do everything in the world but let you return to a life where you aren't an object for the pleasure of real men.

All you have to do is show up on my front porch and know what you're getting into. You can come give your life to me tonight, while my biker buddies have your boyfriend for a "camping trip ," he told you he was going on. They'll have him back to me tomorrow night, and from there, I was going to use him until he had to leave to return to you or to work. If you show up tonight, I'll let you decide if I sell your boyfriend or if I should just let my biker buddies keep him. We can even have them show pics and videos of me using you, so that he knows he's not going to get his life or his love back. I'll text you an address, you have until midnight tonight. If you show up tomorrow before he's here, you can still help me decide his fate. If you show up after midnight tomorrow, I'll still use you, but it won't be with the same offer of keeping you and providing for you.

I'm going to hang up now, expect a few texts."

As he hung up, I was in disbelief.

My phone vibrated once and it was an address. I Googled it, and it looks like a legit home, it's just surrounded by nothing but empty land.

Another vibration. This time, it was a pic the dungeon that was mentioned and the small room he told me I'd have. I could see my boyfriend's clothes folded up on the trunk, could see my boyfriend's ball cap in the dungeon on a shelf.

***

I looked at my watch. 11:57pm. I knocked and waited until 11:58. I knocked some more... 11:59. As soon as I was worried I was too late, the door opened, and I instantly handed over what was requested. I knew my life was about to change, and if it meant that I could get revenge on my boyfriend and taking as much cock and cum as I was told, it'd be worth every single day of my life.

[legends-of-time]

The Strength of a High and Noble Hill (Outlander)

Chapter 29: Waiting

Masterlist

Days are turning into weeks without the appearance of Roger. The youngest member of the family still has no name, not a first one or a last. Brian is really starting to worry for his nephew. Ellen won't name him, waiting for a man he can't decide if he hopes will come or will not. She also, to Da's frustration, won't marry unless that same man comes to the Ridge.

Da restarts his work on a larger house as it had been delayed by several months because of his leaving to rescue Roger from the Iroquois.

——

"Why are you on the floor?" Ellen asks with a smile, leaning over the bed where she sleeps to Brian who lies on the floor next to it. It is dawn.

"Can you not see?" Brian smiles back, speaking softly. "This little terror has got me pinned to the floor." He looks down at the sleeping form on his chest.

"How did he manage to wrestle you into submission?" Ellen tries to hold in her laughter but a little chuckle escapes. "You're a smidge taller than he is."

"He's stronger than he looks, and he doesn't fight fair." Her brother valiantly holds in his laughter so he won't jostle, and wake said little terror. "Go back to sleep."

"Here." She kneels by them. "Let me take him."

Brian shakes his head. When Ellen starts to move him, the baby starts to move and sound like he does just before he wakes up and screams his head off. His mother lets go gingerly. She curls up on the floor beside them and rubs her son's back instead.

"How did you get trapped under a baby?" Ellen laughs silently, facing him.

"He woke up a couple of hours ago." Brian rolls his head to the side so they are looking at each other. They are speaking in hushed tones that are always employed near a barely sleeping baby. "You'd just fed him and even he doesn't get hungry that fast, so I thought I'd take care of him and let you sleep. I walked up and down with him for a bit. He calmed. I was tired so I sat down next to the crib for a bit, except when I tried to stand up, he'd fuss. I thought it might be easier if he fell asleep. So, I laid down. I thought he'd fall asleep faster, being horizontal. I think he's decided I make a comfy bed and he'll not let me move."

"To be fair," his sister chuckles, "he had you the moment you sat down."

"He'll make a fine general." Brian chuckles, trying to limit the movement of his torso.

——

Brian has taken great enjoyment in bonding with both of his nephews. Along with spending time with the unnamed baby, Brian has also been spending time with Germain. He feels it's only right to offer to help with babysitting duties as Marsali is about halfway through her second pregnancy and already has loads on her plate.

♪ Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques, dormez-vous? Dormez-vous? ♪

Brian grins at the grisly almost 17-month-old who sits on his lap, being supported by Brian's arms. Brian bounces his knees slightly and begins singing in an attempt to calm the toddler.

♪ Sonnez les matines! Sonnez les matines! ♪

"I taught you that." Brian is startled and turns to find its Fergus standing at the door.

♪ Ding, dang, dong. Ding, dang, dong. ♪

Brian grins. "You did?"

"You were small, it was when we were all at Lallybroch." Fergus answers. "How do you know it?"

"Oh, Mama would sing it to me."

Brian hears a grunt and turns from Fergus to Germain to see the toddler looking displeased.

"Oh dear, I think I've disappointed my audience." Brian chuckles. Fergus grins.

"Sorry buddy, your papa's here and I've got to go." Brian tells his nephew. He turns to Fergus and explains, "Da's asked if I could join him on the construction of the big house."

Fergus' face pinches, giving Brian a tight smile as he extracts his son from Brian. "Oh, yes. Of course."

Brian frowns in confusion but nods.

——

Brian sits on the stairs leading to the cabin on the Ridge. Everything has been going really well recently. The only kink is Ellen's despondency over the lack of Roger, who still has not appeared. Brian is wondering if he's gone back to the future.

June 1770

Brian's thoughts are broken by a small squeak emitting from the carefully swaddled bundle in his arms. But he makes no other objections when Brian adjusts his hold. His nephew's features have eased from the squashed features he had when he was first born but his brow is still quite furrowed giving him the appearance of concentrating intently on his slumber.

Brian startles when he sees a figure approaching.

——

A/N: Please comment on how you enjoy this story and what you think.

[theliterateape]

An Open Letter About Ethics from Brett Kavanaugh

by Joe Janes

Hey, America!

It’s Supreme Court Justice and Catholic middle school girls basketball team coach Brett Kavanaugh. Go, Blessed Sacrament! Win one for old Coach K. And God. And for all the fetuses who hope to some day be able to grow up and play Christian basketball.

There’s been a lot of news dribbling out of the left lately about my good friend Clarence Thomas and his so-called ethics violations. First of all, let me say that Clarence is one of the best men I have ever worked side-by-side with. Or side-by-side-by-side if you consider his patriotic wife Ginny, which I do. They are the John and Yoko of the Supreme Court.

My colleague is being persecuted just because he happens to have a rich friend. Well, if that’s a crime, lock me up! I have lots of rich friends. People can’t help it if they are wealthy. Many of them are born that way. Should I judge them based on the size of their wallet? If I did that, all my friends would be poor and that’s no fun.

The liberal media has also had their panties in a bunch over Harlan Crow, Clarence’s billionaire buddy, being a history buff. I love history. If I fall asleep on the couch watching a History Channel documentary about the Third Reich, does that make me a Nazi lover? To be clear, that answer is nein. My hand was in my pants because that’s comfortable. There was nothing funny going on. It’s how I sleep.

Look, I’ve met Harlan. He’s a good guy. True American. I went with Clarence once to one of his weekend visits to Harlan’s Texas bunker. Yes, we flew down on Crow’s private jet, but you have to understand that’s just how billionaires are. It’s no different than if your aunt picked you up in her VW to take you to lunch. To us, it was nice to conveniently fly in comfort, but to Crow that was nothing but a little thing someone who likes you does. His private jet and luxury yacht are his versions of an aunt’s VW. We shouldn’t oppress him for being loaded. He’s just a regular guy. We had a fun weekend. We sat in his jacuzzi and drank PBR out of Hitler’s boot. We were just a couple of good old boys enjoying a beer naked and wet. If you hate that, you hate America. Simple as that.

Just because Harlan’s opinions often line up with Clarence’s judgements doesn’t mean he’s influencing the court. If just means Clarence knows how to pick like-minded rich friends. Like we all do. So, please stop these senseless attacks on us justices. We’re just trying to do our jobs while also trying to have a debt-free social life.

God Bless America!

Justice Brett “Coach K.” Kavanaugh

[badjokesbyjeff]

John decided to go skiing with his buddy, Keith, so they loaded up John's minivan and headed north. After driving for a few hours, they got caught in a terrible blizzard, so they pulled into a nearby farm...

...and asked the attractive lady who answered the door, if they could spend the night.

"I realize it's terrible weather out there and I have this huge house all to myself, but I'm recently widowed." she explained. "And I'm afraid the neighbors will talk if I let you stay in my house."

"Don't worry." John said. "We'll be happy to sleep in the barn and if the weather breaks, we'll be gone at first light."

The lady agreed, and the two men found their way to the barn and settled in for the night.

Come morning, the weather had cleared, and they got on their way and enjoyed a great weekend of skiing.

But about nine months later, John got an unexpected letter from an attorney.

It took him a few minutes to figure it out, but he finally determined that it was from the attorney of that attractive widow he had met on the skiing weekend.

He dropped in on his friend Keith and asked, "Keith, do you remember that good-looking widow from the farm we stayed at on our skiing holiday about 9 months ago?"

"Yes, I do." said Keith.

"Did you, er, happen to get up in the middle of the night, go up to the house and pay her a visit?"

"Well, um, yes!" Keith said, a little embarrassed about being found out, "I have to admit that I did."

"And did you happen to give her my name instead of telling her your name?"

Keith's face turned beet red and he said, "Yeah, look, I'm sorry, buddy. I'm afraid I did. Why do you ask?"

"Well, she just died and left me everything."

[iambilliejeanok]

I’ve never seen someone request this, but how do you think konoha 11 guys would react if the reader said their safe word when being intimate together? Btwww I love your writing sm <3

I love this one 🥺🥺🙊 and thank you💗🫶🏾

Warnings: 18+, smut, ddlg, short scenarios, loads of fluff, also a lot of smut, bdsm, brat taming, punishments

Gaara

“G-Ga…ra”, you whimper, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as another orgasm ripples through you, his hips still thrusting into you, deep and hard, never ceasing even as you cum hard around him. Feeling a ball forming in your tummy, you begin to grow nauseous. Maybe you’re too dehydrated to be engaging in such vigorous and intense behavior, but you are starting to feel sick, your head spinning as Gaara continues to fuck you.

“Yea babe?”, Gaara pants against your face, enjoying himself far too much to give you a break now. “B-bub…bles”, you barely manage to whimper, too weak to try and push him off of you. If the two of you were not so close, he might’ve missed it, but he swears he heard you say it, immediately pulling out of you just in case he’s right. “Bubbles babe?”, he softly asked, his voice horse from the stimulation. All you can manage is to nod your head, tears running down your eyes and you don’t know why just yet.

Gaara’s heart skips a beat and he immediately sobers up, “Baby, are you hurt?”, he asks, holding his breath as he nervously waits for your answer. You just weren’t feeling so well. You skipped breakfast and lunch today because of work, and you forgot all about that when you got home to Gaara. You desperately needed him to make love to you after such a long day, but now you regret it, feeling bad for stopping something you started. “No..”, you say barely above a whisper, Gaara leaning in closer, until his face was directly above yours. “What’s the matter love?”, he gently asks feeling your buddy still twitching beneath him. “Come here baby”, he says, scooping you up and carefully sitting up with you cradled in his arms.

“Answer me please dear”, he pleads, wiping the sweat off your forehead with his hand, placing kisses all over your face, your eyes closed to embrace all the attention you were receiving. “I, I d-don’t know, just f-feel sick”, you whimper, still recovering from the intense orgasm, hiccuping as you spoke. “It’s alright baby, let’s breathe”, he says, laying down on his back, a few pillows behind him, adjusting you so you lay right on top of him, your face snuggling his neck, your breasts squished against his chest.

“Breathe with me okay babe?”, he says, his arms wrapped around you, soothing you already. As he breathed in, you followed the notion of his chest, breathing in too, and as he breathed out you breathed out too, until you were calm enough that you stopped hiccuping. “I’ll go grab you some juice okay?”, he says, and for the rest of the night, you get babied until it’s time to sleep.

Sasuke

He himself is not sure if he’s a hard or soft dom, but today, he isn’t letting you get away with your embarrassing behavior at todays Hokage conference. Nagging him for all the things you wanted in between the meeting breaks, giving him attitude and rolling your eyes whenever he pulled you closer to him to warn you to get yourself together. Then getting all upset about it and nagging him to pick you up in front of everyone. Naruto, Kakashi, Gaara and Shikamaru so witnessing your needy behavior.

He was very mad y/n. That’s why you were tied up on the bed, closer to the headboard, you arms and legs spread wide apart, your hands handcuffed right above your head, your ankles handcuffed to the headboard, a vibrator inside your warms walls and another nestled right on your clit, Sasuke’s fingers spreading your lips apart pushing the hood of your clit bag for the ultimate torture. He knew you wouldn’t be able to take this from the jump. But fuck it, tonight he wanted to be ruthless. You needed to learn some kind of lesson.

You on the other end couldn’t stop crying and screaming to save your life, your body fully restricted, you could barely move, having cum multiple times in the few minutes Sasuke pinned you down for. Your orgasm was cruel and long, you thought you’d suffocate to death, barely able to breathe as you came, pushing the vibrator inside of you out as you squirted all over Sasuke for the millionth time. “Tch, you dirty brat”, he mumbled to himself, catching the vibrator in his hand to quickly stuff it back inside of you.

“D-daddy!!! I’m s-so s-sorry!!”, you screamed, crying hard when he put it back inside of you. “Tch”, he said, massaging your anus, knowing damn well you weren’t sorry at all. Putting the vibrator he held to your clit down, he smacked your pussy, making you scream. “I- I’m ssorryyy!”, you cried, only earning yourself another smack to your puss. “No you’re not”, Sasuke spoke, his voice calm and low, a smirk in his face as he watched you cry and scream. If you would not listen to him he was going to torture you like this. He loved making you suffer like this. “Y-yes yes I am!! I’m so s-sorry d-daddy”, you begged, your blindfold drenched in your tears. He smacked your puss again. You didn’t deserve this. You were a princess and deserved to be pampered with gentle orgasms, not this. “You don’t listen to me sweetheart, you have to be such little brat don’t you? Keep crying brat, we’re not done anytime soon” , he teases you, his harsh words only making you cry ontop of the vibrator he just place right back on your clit.

You cannot take this any longer and even though Sasuke made it crystal clear to you what the safe word was for, you needed it to save yourself right now. Yes the word was only for emergencies, like if he was hurting you, or if you were feeling sick, but you are a brat after all. “Yellow!! Yellow!!”, you screamed, Sasuke immediately put the vibrator in his hand down, pulling the one inside of you out, quickly removing the cuffs around your ankles and wrists. You couldn’t stop crying, you weren’t hurt, you didn’t feel sick, you were just as usual, being a brat, refusing to take your punishment. Sasuke already knew that, he did not in fact believe you actually needed to use it, but the safe word is the safe word. He wasn’t upset with you anymore though, even though you lasted a pathetic amount of time, scooping you up, your hands and legs wrapping around him like a sloth.

He knew you wouldn’t stop crying until he comforted you, saving himself the stress by rubbing your back and walking around the room with you. “Baby, I swear you drive me crazy. Are you okay?”, he asked, planting kisses on your neck and shoulder. You kept yourself hidden by snuggling into his neck. “No”, you answered, Sasuke rolling his eyes, still kissing you and rubbing your back. “What’s wrong?”, he asked, “You’re so mean”, you said, pinching his neck with your teeth, intending to hurt him but that didn’t even make him react. Sitting down on the bed, he grabbed a fistful of your braids, pulling your head back so you could talk to him like that to his face, your eyes avoiding his in embarrassment. You knew he knew this was all an act. And you also knew he would entertain it. You were going for the oscar’s tonight.

Shikamaru

The hardest of them all. You didn’t even intend to get yourself in this situation, you were just really upset with Shikamaru, your arms crossed and a pretty pout on your face the entire car ride home. Reason being that after a long day of shopping, eating delicious food and treats and hanging with your beloved, Shikamaru spanked and edged you in the bathroom because you couldn’t be grateful for everything he did for you today, nagging him to piggy back ride you back to the car. He told you no, you kept on complaining, he took you to the bathroom to help you understand better. Simple.

He let you have an attitude on the way back home, telling himself that he would deal with you when y’all arrive. And that’s why you were crying and begging him for a break, your legs shivering, barely able to keep you standing as he fucked you from the back, bending you over the kitchen counter as soon as the two of you stepped in the house. “Shikaaaaa!!!”, you cried, his dick so deep inside of you, constantly hitting a spot that made you see stars over and over again, giving you relentless orgasms. “Yes baby, you feel so fucking good, I need more”, he groaned, reaching for your neck to pull you upright, slightly crouching to get a better angle, the new change even worse than the previous position, making you gush like a tap, creating a puddle at your feet. You couldn’t take the orgasm, your legs giving out on you, but Shikamaru simply turned you around and lifted you up, turning around to press you against the wall, carefully placing your legs over his shoulders, lining himself with your vagina again. This was torture. You couldn’t do anything but take his fast thrusts as he continued to fuck you against the wall.

“Unicor—uuuuhhhhhhh!!!!!”, you screamed, unable to talk as Shika brought you to another mind shattering orgasm, and you lost all your senses for a hot minute, your body only focusing on enduring the incredible orgasm. By the time you opened your eyes, you were resting against Shikamaru’s chest, the room completely dark, only faintly lit by the full big, bright moon outside. You could smell the faint scent of your bath products on you and Shikamaru, and you began to remember little snippets of what happened. You remembered Shika hugging your limp body as he prepared the shower, you remembered him asking you so many questions, pampering you with kisses and cuddles. He carried you the entire time. You remembered not being able to fully say the safe word.

But Shikamaru knew what you were trying to say and he slowed down before he pulled out, your limp body pressed against his chest, your head resting on his shoulder and your arms and legs dangling on either side of him as you whimpered and moaned in his neck. He loved it when you got all soft like this, especially when you were giving him a hard time. Problem solved. Your attitude was dealt with. After giving you a nice shower, he got some snacks from the kitchen and bottles of water, carrying you everywhere he went. Setting all the stuff on the nightstand beside the bed, he lay in it with you still in his arms, kissing your forehead goodnight before he dozed off too.

Naruto

Naruto loves bullying you while he’s fucking you, teasing you everytime you tell him it’s too much for you, or tying up up when you start running from him. So the safe word is really there for you to stop him since he definitely won’t stop no matter how much you kick and push him away.

He’s been toying with your body for the past hour now, having made you cum too many times for either one of you to keep track. Giving you a much needed break from his mouth, he lined himself up with you again, and you couldn’t help but wonder how long this go for. He was getting carried away again, scooping you up to sit with you in the lotus flower position, his big hand on your ass to help you ride him, the other on your hip, easily lifting you up and pushing you back down, forcing you take all of him in your least favorite position. This one was always intense for some reason, your finger nails digging into his muscly bicep, your other hand scratching his shoulder as you tried to contain yourself, feeling like you were going to lose your mind if you had to endure another orgasm (Not that you hadn’t already lost it)

“R-ram…ramen”, you whimpered, Naruto summoning all his willpower and Kurama’s to pull out of you, laying you down with your head on a pillow, immediately placing kisses on your face. “Baby, that was amazing, are you okay?”, he asked, hoping to his mom and dad he didn’t hurt you. You couldn’t speak properly in this state, you just needed him to hold you, summoning the strength to weakly hug him, Naruto understood the cue, scooping you and letting you lay ontop of him, rubbing your body until you were breathing normally.

Hearing soft snores from you, he knew you were okay, smiling to thoughts about you.

Shino

You were seriously not feeling good. All day long you had horrible period cramps even though you weren’t even on your period. All you could think about was your bed and Shino. You needed a hot bath and some cuddles or else you’d die, calling him to whine and complain about everything, hanging up and feeling better about things, knowing that he’d be waiting for you to come home.

A warm bubble bath awaited you, Shino standing in the kitchen with a robe and a pair of slippers on. “Hello sweetheart”, he softly spoke, quickly approaching you. Opening his arms to give you a big hug, you decided to jump on him, catching him by surprise, but he quickly placed his hands on your bottom so you didn’t fall. “Baby, you told me you were not feeling well; has that changed?”, he asked in between kisses on your neck. “Noooo!”, you whined, and he wasn’t going say another word, he preferred not to talk to you when you were all moody and sick like this, just actions no words, or else you’d start whining and he wasn’t trying to get into that. He just wanted peace tonight.

Walking over to the bathroom, he sat you on the counter, getting your clothes off for you because you usually asked him to do that, then he took his own robe off, and to your surprise, seeing his well sculpted bare body made you feel things, his dick semi hard from stripping you, but he had such good self control and wasn’t going to ask you for anything since you weren’t feeling well.

Finally, you were both resting inside the tub, the hot water instantly relaxing your muscles as Shino rubbed your tummy. This was heaven, laying here in the tub with your lover. You knew he was all you needed to feel better, sinking further into him, arching your back as you stretched, relaxing again, a now noticeable ache between your legs. You were already feeling better anyhow, taking Shino’s hand and guiding it down to your clit, softly gasping when Shino took the hint, slowly massaging your clit in circles, bringing his other hand in up to separate your folds so he could have more access.

Shino knew your body so well, and he was absolutely amazing at taking you to different heights of pleasure with just his fingers, your fourth orgasm slowly approaching as he buried his fingers inside of you, slowly pumping the digits in and out, your hand gripping his forearm tight, your body slightly turned sideways so you could look at him like he told you too. Your other hand gripped his hair, yanking on it hard enough that he grunted, fingering your faster and harder, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you lost yourself for a minute or two, still trying to recover from the intensity of it when he repositioned you to sit on your hands and knees, kneeling on one knee behind you, lining himself with your pussy.

Even if his hips moved at a slow and controlled pace, it didn’t take away from how mind numbing his dick was, the 7inch fat cock kissing every spot inside of you, especially the back, as he dove in deep before pulling all the way back, repeating the actions until you were shivering and crying, begging him to get off of you since it was way to much for you to handle. Maybe it was your cycle that affected the intensity of it all, but Shino was not ready to stop. He didn’t get to come and neither did you…at least from his dick that is, only wrapping his arm around you and placing his hand on your neck when you tried to get up, now you really couldn’t run, Shino leaning back a bit to get a better angle, slowly thrusting in and out of you, his other hand reaching around your hips to start massaging your clit, your whole body trembling as your orgasm approached, Shino having to hold you still so you didn’t hurt yourself as you thrashed in his arms, screaming through gritted teeth in attempt to take the overwhelming pleasure.

You finally came for him and that was all he was waiting for, for this orgasm right here, starting to move his hips again, but this time, he moved a little faster, thrusting into you harder, deeper, holding you tight so you wouldn’t run. This is what you asked for.

“S-strawberries!!”, you cried out, Shino’s hips slowing down but he didn’t pull out of you, only wrapping his arms around you and hugging you tightly. “Is everything okay sweetheart?”, he asked, his voice husky in your ear. “Is t-too muuuch!!!”, you whimpered, barely able to get the words out. “Shhh, okay baby, I’m sorry, relax with me”, he said, now pulling out of you, relaxing back down you against his chest. All he wanted to do was hold you like this, showering your teary cheeks with kisses.

Later on at night, around 11pm, you woke up, Shino spooning you from behind, both of you under the covers of your shared bed. You smiled, knowing that Shino took care of you after you fell asleep in the bathtub. Biting your lips to the memories, you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together, accidentally grinding back into him, gasping since his dick was still very hard, poking your ass. This would’ve been better inside of you, but you didn’t want to disturb Shino, snuggling back into him to close your eyes and drift off