#me and my ex partner haven't talked in so long

[puppyypawsss]

I'm not ok 👍

[icanseethefuture333]

(18+) Pick a tattoo 💉: Receive a message from your next intimate partner 🤤🥵😈

Pile 1:

Shufflemancy -

Dead Wrong by FEMM

Bedroom by Mabel

Thank u, next by Ariana Grande

The Devil, King of Cups, Five of Pentacles, Justice, & Queen of Cups

For the next person you'll be sexually intimate with, it seems that this is going to be a person from your past. This could be an ex or fwb you've been on and off with. You're tired of them emotionally, but sexually, this person is familiar to you. You know you can be with someone else that makes you happier, but you don't wish to start over and explain the ways you want to be touched. I believe this person love bombs through sex 😅. They dote on you and kiss different parts of your body. They love to praise you - "You're doing so good for me right now, is this all for me?". They also enjoy aspects of BDSM (tying someone up, being degraded, etc). There is a inconsistency here when it comes to experiencing pleasure or orgasms. Do you disassociate, pile 1? What is going on? I feel like you have to just lay there and for your partner to use your body to get off. You deserve to feel pleasure, pile 1! Please don't feel afraid of speaking your mind or say what gives you pleasure or doesn't. If this person is not satisfying you in anyway you do not have to stay with them. I feel like you don't wish to give them anymore of your energy. It's as if you wish to say goodbye through sex. I don't see this connection lasting long with this person and the partnership will be short term. There seems to be a big issue with emotional intimacy. You and this person need to heal your trauma regarding romance. This relationship will be a karmic lesson for you both in order to grow.

Pile 2:

Shufflemancy -

Wine Pon You by Doja Cat (ft. Konshens)

Shady Lady by B.A.P

Moonlight Chemistry by Jeff Bernat

The Hanged Man, Nine of Cups (reversed), The Emperor, The World, & Two of Pentacles

Are you a virgin, pile 2? Or perhaps inexperienced? I feel some of you have never been able to have a orgasm before or haven't had someone give one to you. There is like trouble with you getting there. Your next sexually intimate partner wishes to change this! They are so focused on making you feel sexy and feel good. Your partner wishes to have slow and sensual sex with you 😳. "We can take it slow if you need to, I can go all night if that means you need to cum 🖤" phew 😮‍💨! I feel like if this is a man, they have a big dick or they have big dick energy. If they are a woman, then their pussy feels heavenly. Regardless of their sex (or gender), they know how to please you in the bedroom. Their preferred position is missionary, they want to look into your eyes as they fuck you 🙈. Your partner wants to give you the world, pile 2 or make you feel like you're the only person in the world that is special to them. As much as they are a giver, they love to receive also, I'm getting strong switch vibes. They could like for you to ride them or give them head 🥴.

Pile 3:

Shufflemancy -

Web by 070 Shake

Me & U by Cassie

Ur Best Friend by Kiana Ledé & Kehlani

Seven of Swords, Four of Cups, The Sun, Two of Cups, & Queen of Wands

MY QUEER PILEEEEE 👅🌈🖖🏽💦! I am heavily getting wlw vibes for this pile. Your next sexually intimate partner could be someone who is of the same sex~ 👀. If not, they are someone who is androgynous in appearance or is in touch with their feminine/masculine side. They want to eat you out/suck you off soooo bad 😩. I feel like when you meet this person you're gonna know that they're attracted to you. They have a strong sexual aura or they naturally ooze confidence. Your partner is gonna talk a lot of game. "You wanna come home with me? Nobody else here is gonna be as interesting as me." You could meet them at a club or at a bar. This person is talented with their fingers 🥴. You could have a fetish for their hands and they could have a fetish for your feet. They have long fingers or veiny hands. If you're into it - you desire for them to choke you and they want you to know they'll willingly do it 🤫. Pile 3, your partner fantasizes about fucking you with your legs up in the air or with your feet over their shoulders. They are very attentive to what your likes and dislikes are. They could get you flowers the first time you have sex? Or put flower petals on the bed. They are very cheeky but sweet 🥺🥰!

Pile 4:

Shufflemancy -

Fuqboi by Hey Violet

Caught in a Lie by Fatima

Novacane by Frank Ocean

The Hermit, Nine of Wands, Five of Swords, Six of Wands, & Three of Pentacles

I am channeling the lyrics "Do you love me baby? I know you love me baby, yeah I cheated on you but do you still trust me baby? Have two kids now you stuck with me baby"

This is toxic as hell 😭. I feel like your next person you have sex with is going to be someone that your partner knows. There is a lot of cheating involved here. You have given your partner many chances and will be fed up when they lie to you again. This person could be a a rival, nemesis, or enemy of your partner. Is it your ex?! A friend of theirs?! Whoever this third party is, You will decide to get your lick back from all the damage your partner has caused and decide to move onto the next best thing. You have been attracted to this person for a while, but avoiding them because of your loyalty. "When you are done with them, come see me, I'll take care of you." Your partner will feel so betrayed when they find out you and this person are having sex but you will feel the most free that you have ever had thanks to this third party. This person wants to pick you up when you fuck. They could be taller or stronger than you. There is a obvious size difference. Possible threesome as well? 🥵

Pile 5:

Shufflemancy -

I Wish You Loved Me by Tynisha Keli

Dope Lovers by DPR IAN

Beauty And A Beat by Justin Bieber (ft. Nicki Minaj)

Eight of Cups, Five of Cups, King of Pentacles, Ten of Pentacles, & The Moon

Oh wow your next sexual partner is down bad for you, pile 5 🥰! They are literally head over heels for you. They wish to tell you "I love you" but they are nervous about moving too fast in the relationship. Your partner overthinks too much. You and this person could just be fwb or in the talking stage, but they will want to take this relationship to the next level. They could stay up late at night thinking of you, they just get so soft at the thought of your name 🥺 d'awww so cute 🤧. When you both have sex, you and this person could cum a lot 😳? Squirting 💦? It's just very watery and emotional lol, maybe you or this person has water sign placements (Pisces ♓️, Scorpio ♏️, Cancer ♋️). They could be more submissive during sex, but overall they are a giver. They will do anything to fulfill your desire during sex. Omg I'm sorry but this person will cum a lot 😅. Please use protection if you don't want to get pregnant or have a child because you or this person are very fertile. They wish to have a family with you. This is honestly my baby maker pile 🤰🏽. They like your boobs/chest. They want to nuzzle their head into your chest as you fuck them or they fuck you. I am channeling the lyrics from the song "Forever My Lady" by Jodeci:

"We fell so far in love

Now our baby is born

Healthy and strong

Now our dreams are reality

Forever my lady

It's like a dream"

You and your partner could have dreams of each other. There is a telepathic connection here. Are you manifesting them? Or vice versa? This is so passionate lol. I have a strong feeling you will end up marrying your next intimate partner. Their energy is very shy but romantic 💕

Pile 6:

Shufflemancy -

Sweaty by SAAY (ft. Crush)

Good Kisser by Usher

La Luz (Fin) by Kali Uchis

Three of Cups, Temperance, Death, The Lovers, & Four of Pentacles

There is such an emphasis on lips, pile 6! They are obsessed with your lips! Oral fixation 👄? Your next sexual intimate partner fantasizes about making out with you. Smooches with a nice amount of tongue, nothing too invasive or aggressive lol. They could like when you have makeup on and your lips look more plump 💄💋. They think you're a fantastic kisser and whenever your lips press against theirs, it's like they are under your spell. You have the Poison Ivy effect on them! You could meet them through friends or while you are out with your friends. It is going to be some sort of celebration or party going on. Wedding, graduation, reunion, cookout, etc. You could be very artistic or creative and your partner finds this attractive about you. They like to watch you do your makeup, get dressed, or paint/make art. Your partner wants to have back to back orgasms. Overstimulation? Channeled lyrics: "Bumps in the night got me, got me over here overstimulated" - Overstimulated by Jhené Aiko. They enjoy deep penetration 😳. Your sexual partner is very intense lol. They want your bodies to be touching each other and feel every inch of you. "Say my name for me baby, matter fact - scream it." They get so possessive over you. This pile is making me my cheeks burn 🥵! They want to pin your wrists down. Backshots? Omg- pile 6, your partner is going to have you moaning so loud that your neighbors will know their name 😅. The next day will be giving coat and sunglasses like the Wendy Williams meme. You might feel embarrassed about it but your partner will feel proud and cocky 😋. "You weren't complaining about it last night 😏"

Pile 7:

Shufflemancy -

Blue Light by Kelela

Fucked My Way Up To The Top by Lana Del Rey

Girl With The Tattoo by Miguel

Ace of Wands, The Fool, Judgment, The Tower, & King of Cups

Channeled song: Hrs & Hrs by Muni Long. The lyrics to the whole song is very significant, so please go check that out. The part that's standing out to me specifically is:

"When I met you

I knew this was it

I've never been in love like this

A love like ours

I pray for it on my knees

Every night for some hours"

Your next sexual partner has literally been asking the universe for you, pile 7 🥺. They adore you! I feel like in this world, you and your partner have felt lost when it comes to love. As if they have been searching for someone that will fulfill their romantic and sexual desires. They are a hopeless romantic, you are as well, but your faith regarding to find a partner who makes you happy has been fading away. You could believe you will stay single forever because it just seems there isn't anyone who is compatible with you. Pile 7, your partner is going to change this! They want to make you feel bubbly and get butterflies in your stomach again. They love to see you blush 🥹!!! Your smile lights up their day. You could have a pretty smile or they think it is so adorable. Dimples? You could have dimples or only one dimple that they find attractive. They like when you give a sheepish smile and your eyes look at them with love, it makes their day (brb gonna go cry 🏃🏽‍♀️). Channeled lyrics: Girl With The Tattoo by Miguel: "Those innocent eyes, that smile on your face makes it easy to trust you" As for the sex, they enjoy when you initiate it or take action. They are a soft dom. They like to take orders from you but be the one in charge sexually. Submissive romantically, dominant sexually (this would be my dream man fr 😍). This is random but they like your boobs and butt :D! Or seeing you naked in general. They could have a fetish for your body ngl 😅. PLS 💀 Your partner isn't gonna understand personal space fr. You could be getting dressed in the bathroom and there they are 🧍‍♂️ peeping by the door with this expression on their face like ":3! uwu!". Consent is important to them ofc, so you will have to set boundaries on what's OK or not. If you will allow them to they will just walk in at anytime or ask to have sex with you when you shower lol. You could call them a perv jokingly and they'll be like "heh ¬‿¬". I am reminded of the scene from How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days when he pretended to get hurt so he could rub his head on his girlfriend's breasts and they both started laughing. You guys would be that couple that is cute but quirky in some ways lol. They could be big into shower sex? Champagne? They like to do it in hotels. Are they famous? There is something about wanting to get away from the public. Your partner could wish to (respectfully) cum in you or all over your body 💀. They are super messy lol. Your partner wants to fuck you reverse cowgirl style with your hair pulled back. You and your person could fuck like you'll never see each other again. The both of you are very loud. Your partner could enjoy shibari as well. They are a geek for sure. They could like cosplaying and costumes. Hentai 💀? I feel like they watch videos of E-girls or something. I don't feel like they are the most experienced though. So their fantasies could be pretty random 🤔? Like "Hey I learned about this today, would you want to try it?" The sex will be adventurous for sure. You and this person have a very youthful energy. They wish to orgasm with you at the same time. I feel like this will create a soul tie somehow 😗 Sex Magick? They could be manifesting you through their orgasms or you have been doing this as well. The relationship with your partner will be very dreamy. There is a sense of longing or wanting to connect. I feel like you and your partner will be in a long distance relationship. I'm seeing late night video calls or falling asleep on facetime. Cyber sex 💻? Things with your partner will feel pretty new. So it could take some time for things to be more serious on a romantic level, but it will create a new learning experience for you. I'm getting that aftercare is also important for them. They wish to cuddle afterwards or watch a movie/TV show together. "Food at my place ❤? I'll cook for you." Channeled song: Foldin Clothes by J.cole:

"I wanna fold clothes for you

I wanna make you feel good"

Pile 8:

Shufflemancy -

Super Bounce by Duckwrth (ft. EARTHGANG)

How Do You Want It by 2Pac

Rose by Jereena Montemayor

Eight of Wands, Five of Wands, Strength, King of Swords, & The High Priestess

LMAOOOO this is my pile that likes to have angry sex. You could act bratty on purpose so your intimate partner could dominate you. They get so irritated with your ass 🤣! There is gonna be a lot of spankings. Channeled song: Put My Hands on You by Dean & Anderson.Paak: "Face in the pillow, ass where the wind blows" they wanna fuck you this way. You are so noisy, pile 8! Your partner could like to feel, grab, and cup different parts of your flesh when you have sex. They make you feel so good. They like your butt and your thighs. They love when you act bad even when they say they don't 🤭😈. Brat tamer for sure. "You see what you do to me? Is this what you want? You like that don't baby? You're doing so good for me why don't you scream a little more" omggg if this a man they could sound like ghostface 🫣. Their voice is deep and raspy, ugh 😫. You love when their voice gets husky during sex and when they praise but also degrade you 😝. You could like for them to claim you or mark their territory. Hickies? Hand prints (Jack harlow: "I send her back to her boyfriend with my hand print on her ass cheek 🤚🍑") If this isn't a man, then they just have a really attractive voice and are very dominant during sex. Are you a dancer? This person loves to see you dance. They could want you to do a heels choreography, lap dance, or striptease for them. This person is going to be your partner for sure but it's a mess lol 💀

Channeled song: We Cry Together by Kendrick Lamar & Taylour Paige:

"Fuck me, nigga (I'ma fuck you, bitch)

Nah, fuck me, nigga, fuck me (I'ma fuck you, bitch)"

😭 I can't!

Pile 9:

Shufflemancy -

Kisses Down Low by Kelly Rowland

Water by Tyla

Impatient by Jeremih (ft. Ty Dolla $ign)

Ace of Cups, Nine of Cups, Six of Cups, Eight of Pentacles, & Ten of Cups

Channeled song: Shirt by SZA:

"In the dark right now

Feelin' lost, but I like it

Comfort in my sins and all about me

All I got right now

Feel the taste of resentment

Simmer in my skin, it's all about

Bloodstain on my shirt"

I am getting that you and your next sexual partner like to do it with the lights off, dim lighting, or sex in the dark. Very mysterious and seductive vibes here. It's like being pulled into a witch's lair. Your partner could believe you are a siren 🧜🏾‍♀️ or your aura embodies this energy. You are more dominant when it comes to sex. You like to take control. You enjoy fulfilling your senses. Candles? Something about scents or a musk here. Music could be played during sex as well. This person loves the way you take charge, pile 9. You know just what to do. You could like to throw it back or grind on them. Very slow and sensual. They are attracted to your waist, hips, and stomach. You could know how to whine your waistline or move your hips in a way that's enchanting. You could like to tease them lol. Orgasm denial? They hate when you tease. They get really impatient. They are so desperate for your touch 🥱! They want to beg for it, even if they deny it. "Please baby, I'll do anything just let me cum." This person is more vocal than you are. I'm hearing shudders and whimpers. They love when you give them head. It's like you're snatching their soul every time 👻! Your hands are really soft. Handjobs/fingering? 🤭 You are a very attentive lover. You will be more experienced than your partner, they could even be younger than you. They could want to call you mistress/mister or mommy/daddy. They view you as someone nurturing and protective. You heal a part of their inner child through sex. They enjoy when you caress their hair and give them back rubs. Baby oil? You could give great massages. You could make this person cry during sex because it is so emotionally fulfilling. You will find this adorable and want to make them orgasm again. Everything will be so wet and slippery 🌊! When you and this person have sex it's like the flood gates are opened lmao. I see this will most likely be a fling. This message is only for a few, but if you are a sex worker then this is a client.

[14buddy22]

Hey if you're looking for Hotch requests, what about Hotch dealing with a crush on a non-bau sunshine reader when he's still sad after the divorce/Foyet but he's so confused by his feelings because it's been so long that he doesn't know what's going on??

Like if it's case related, maybe he thinks reader is a suspect because why else would he be so on edge around her and it's just so painfully obvious to everyone else. Idk if that makes sense but I just think Hotch being so out of touch with his emotions despite being a profiler would be funny lol

Feel free to adapt and make it your own!! Thanks!!

Thanks for your request! I hope it lives up to your expectation!

You were the best damn bartender in Quantico, Virginia. At least, that's what you thought to yourself. You made work fun. You worked in a club environment so if you wore something scandalous, flirted with the customers a bit, you were sure to bring in a hefty tip at the end of the night.

But, you loved the hustle and bustle of it. You loved the interactions, loved singing along to the bands or the good music. You loved having conversations with the locals, loved celebrating parties for kids turning 21, people getting married, or hell, people getting divorced.

Then you met who you swore is your soulmate. Something in you stilled when you were bartending. You never froze up at your job. You were good at what you do. But seeing him walk through that door, looking all handsome in a suit, he took your breath away. You watched how he interracted with the bouncer.

You watched him show his badge to your best friend. FBI. An average Joe wouldn't just waltz into your bar, you knew he was a sophisticated man.

But when he locked eyes with you, you felt like the bar had heated up 100 degrees. Making his way over to you, you were trying to calm down. What had you feeling like this?

"Hi, I'm Agent Hotchner with the Behavioral Analysis Unit for the FBI. It's my understanding from the gentleman at the front that you are the lead bartender?"

You finished making your drink for one of the locals and asked your partner to manage the bar. Luckily it was early evening and the college kids had about another hour before they started flooding in so you knew you'd be okay leaving her by herself.

"Yes, I'm Y/n Y/L/N. It's nice to meet you. How can I help you?"

You shook his hand, and you swore you both held it for longer than you both intended.

All I could think was that she was beautiful. No, no, I can't think like that. My wife, ex-wife was brutally murdered a little over a year ago. Something's different talking to her, to-Y/n. Something I haven't felt in a while but I don't know what it is.

She's a bartender. I hear she's a damn good one. Maybe that's why she's about to be the suspect in a string of murders. Men have been killed shortly after they leave this bar. Traces of posion have come back on the tox screen. Bartenders have access to the drinks and alcohol before they serve, y/n's the perfect suspect.

But she's beautiful, and I haven't seen her stop smiling at all. She has a gorgeous smile. She'd be the sunshine on the rainiest days for the men that have been murdered. Before I know it, my thoughts and feelings consumed me, I'm still holding her hand. I could feel Dave's eyes burning a hole into me.

"Have you heard about the three men murdered around town?"

"Yeah, I have. It's very unfortunate. They were great men. At least to me. They tipped well and always had friendly conversations. They also stood up for me if some men coming in here for the first time were getting a little handsy with me."

Oh how I wished I could be the one to make sure no one got handsy with her. Wait, what am I saying? She's a suspect, she doesn't know it, but she is.

"How were they killed?"

Agent Hotchner's partner spoke up to answer your question.

"They were poisoned."

Ugh, these poor men. Had to die a slow pain, they didn't deserve it. They deserved justice now.

"We just wanted to come in to see if anything unusual has happened lately."

"I've seen a lot of crime shows with my ex-boyfriends before. You're really trying to see if I did it. Which I didn't. I don't think I have the heart to kill anyone. I broke up with my last ex because he hunted and I couldn't bare the thought of killing animals."

Of course you broke up with your ex because of that. But I have a job to do and I have to investigate further. Plenty of killers have lied straight to my face before.

"We'll be in touch Ms. Y/l/n, thank you for your time."

You smiled and shook their hands one last time before you went back to working your shift. Something about Aaron caught my eye. Maybe it's the way he was blushing like a school boy. You're not sure, but he was handsome.

Just when Aaron walked into the bar, you smiled at him, offering him a drink.

"Agent Hotchner, it's good to see you again."

Your smile never waivered. Maybe you would shoot your shot with him.

I can't believe I have to do this. Arrest someone this pretty. Arrest this girl who Rossi thinks I have feelings for. What? Feelings? That's an intense word, but I have to arrest her.

"Unfortunately I'm here to place you under arrest."

I watched all the color drain from her face. I watched her smile fall so fast. But it had to be her. Rossi and the team wasn't so sure, but I have a gut feeling it's her. Of course with it being my team, they weren't going to stop me. I took her sunshine away.

"Agent Hotchner, I, I didn't do anything."

Your manager saw what was going on, he was like your work dad. He took care of you like his daughter, despite him having sons, he treated you like his princess. You heard him say say, "Y/n, I'm getting you a lawyer, do not speak. I know you didn't do this. But I'll meet you where they're taking you."

You smiled back at him, tears filling your eyes. You wanted to make everyone happy, you never wanted to hurt anyone. How are you being arrested? You didn't do anything wrong.

Your ride back in Aaron's SUV was silent. How could you think he was your soulmate? Your soulmate would never arrest you. But you were still feeling something, you couldn't explain it.

I keep looking in the rearview mirror at her. I had to trust my gut. She poisioned those men. But why do I feel so guilty arresting her. From the time we had met her, been surveillencing her, up until I placed the handcuffs on her, she had smiled. Everyone spoke highly of her. I took away her sunshine. I did that.

As you walked into an interrogation room, Aaron sat you down in the seat, then took off your hand cuffs, handcuffing one hand to the table instead.

"We'll wait for your lawyer, do you need anything?"

"No."

You couldn't even look at him. How could her. You told him you didn't do it.

As I walked out, I was greeted with Penelope. "Sir, she has nothing on her record, not even a speeding ticket. I've looked through her social media posts and everyone spoke so highly of her. Friends were making special post to thank her for being a great friend. She took care of everyone. Sir, I-I know I'm not an agent, but I just can't believe it's her."

Penelope was cut off by my phone ringing, picking it up after viewing the caller I.D.

Morgan said, "Hotch, we got the wrong girl. It's Y/n's bartending partner. I just watcher her slip something into this guy's drink. I'm bringing her in, we can cut Y/n loose. You can be happy now. Y/n's not a killer. What that gut feeling is, is your feelings that you like her Hotch. You haven't felt that since Haley. I know it's been 20 years, but trust me man. Y/n is something special, according to the track record she has. She's the opposite of a killer. She's just the type of sunshine that you and Jack need in your life."

Aaron walked in and said, "I'm sorry, there has been a huge mistake. You are free to go. It was the other bartender you worked with.

"What? There's no way. She's amazing at what she does."

Aaron shook her head and said, "One of my agents was in the bar watching the entire time, he was undercover. He watched her slip something in another man's drink."

"Oh. Well, I'm glad you got the right killer. If, if you don't mind, can one of your agents give me a ride home? I don't have my car, obviously."

You didn't know how to feel. You knew you didn't do anything, but was Agent Hotchner always going to have a doubt in his mind that you were a killer?

You got in his car, this time sitting in the front seat. A storm was coming in, you enjoyed the rain and thunder, it calmed you. You two rode in silence, when he dropped you of at your apartment, he walked you up.

When you opened your door, you turned around to thank him, instead that didn't come out.

"I told you I didn't do it, ya know?"

"I know. I know. I'm sorry. I. There's something about you, y/n. I thought you were a suspect, but you should've never been one."

As your eyes were red and filled with tears, you looked at the man who you thought was your soulmate, instead, he had ruined you. Yes, you two didn't date, yes, you didn't hook up, but there was something there.

"Well then why the hell did you do this, Aaron? Why arrest me?"

"My ex-wife passed away a year ago. I haven't had feelings for anyone in nearly 20 years. My feelings for you confused me. I didn't know what I was feeling. I didn't know what these feelings were because I've been so out of touch with them. And it took me a minute to realize that these feelings are because I didn't think you were a killer, I thought you were beautiful. I think you're beautiful. But that gut feeling was that I think. I think I've found my soulmate."

As she stepped closer to me, I watched the sunshine fill her eyes again, her smile creeping up her face. God, was she beautiful and amazing, and from her friend's testimonies who I interviewed, she was a down right amazing person. Just the absolute sunshine to be around.

You were going to kiss Aaron. You were glad he figured out his feelings. This was going to be the start of something new. You didn't know what happened to his ex, you'd find out someday. You took the chance. You placed your hands on Aaron's hips and leaned in to kiss him. You were so happy that Aaron felt the same way. How did you know this? He placed his hands on your face and kissed you back like you were the only sunshine he'd ever see again.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

chaggie vs alastor being a nosy gossip when it comes to potential past break up drama and possible current relationship drama (alastor loses)

Charlie: "Not that I MIND seeing you around, Alastor-"

Vaggie: "I do."

Charlie: "-the hotel is your home too after all-"

Vaggie: "A home. Not a radio exhibit."

Charlie: "-maaaaaybe there's something we can help you with though? Since you've kinda been, errrr, hanging around?"

Vaggie: "Leering."

Charlie: "I get the feeling you wanna ask us something, basically!"

Alastor: "Oh I DO indeed! But you know, you two were just being such a CHARMING little couple, just the PICTURE of young love, I couldn't BEAR to interrupt you~!"

Vaggie: "Great, so fuck off."

Charlie: "We could use some time sitting together without you- or anyone!- staring at us the whole time."

Vaggie: "You can donate that time for free or over your dead body."

Alastor: "Well WELL then! What a CHARMING little offer from a CHARMING little lady!

Vaggie: "You have until three. Two."

Alastor: "I'll just make my inquiries about THIS picture and be on my way!"

Charlie: "What picture- ohhhh THAT picture...."

Alastor: "Familiar, no~?"

Charlie: "Yyyyyyeesssss...."

Vaggie: "Who's the guy that looks like boyband fell in a vat of comic book chemicals? You two look. Close."

Charlie: "Thhhat'ssss my ex boyfriend."

Vaggie: "You're ex?"

Alastor: "Oh REALLY! Do tell~"

Vaggie: "She doesn't have to tell you SHIT, asshole."

Charlie: "No it's okay, it wasn't that bad!"

Charlie: "I mean."

Charlie: "The relationship wasn't great and I didn't even cry after it ended which might be a sign of something maybe although I DID cry about being alone again if that counts.... and, we haven't really talked since breaking up but-"

Vaggie: "I won't kill him, sweetie, but I can stab him for you."

Charlie: "He wouldn't deserve it."

Vaggie: "Ask me if I care."

Charlie: "Heh. It's fine, Vaggie, really. He was perfectly nice to me! We just, didn't make a good pair..."

Alastor: "Pray tell the reason for this apparently INCONSOLABLE mis-match?"

Vaggie: "Alastor I swear-"

Charlie: "I guess it really boils down to him wanting a girlfriend and me wanting a, well, a partner."

Vaggie: "Isn't that what a girlfriend is?"

Charlie: "Mmeh? Not always, I guess?"

Alastor: "Oh will you LOOK at THAT! I have a fresh box of tissues here, and popcorn, and HOURS until my next broadcast~!"

Vaggie: "If you giggle even once over this I'll broadcast my spear right up your-"

Charlie: (laughs) "No you won't, Vaggie."

Vaggie: (whispering) "We don't have to let HIM know that."

Charlie: "Pretty sure he already does? Everyone else in the hotel knows you'd never really shish kabab them or anything."

Vaggie: "Everyone knows?" (drooping) "Are you sure?"

Charlie: "Yep! Niffty was crying about it last week!"

Vaggie: "Well FINE but your ex doesn't live in the hotel, I could at least threaten him."

Charlie: "Empty threat... I think that's why..."

Alastor: (leaning in) "HMMM~?"

Vaggie: (shoving him back) "Why what, babe?"

Charlie: "Why it's different, with you."

Vaggie: "Different?"

Alastor: "SOMEHOW the LESBIANISM isn't different enough already?"

Charlie: "We're partners."

Vaggie: "Yeah?"

Charlie: "Vaggie, we're actually partners."

Vaggie: "I know??"

Charlie: "You listened to the 'Redeem Sinners!' rants and didn't laugh, or doze off, or start messing with your phone half way through my first two-hour long presentation-"

Vaggie: "How could I be messing with my phone when we were recording your practice run?"

Charlie: "-EXACTLY! It was, is, a serious thing for you!"

Vaggie: "Charlie you've seriously been working on this for decades."

Charlie: "And my friends were FINE with that! My friend? Friend singular if we don't count Razzle and Dazzle- my former friend. Whatever! It was okay if I had weird pipe dreams to nowhere, that was totally fine! And when I started dating her brother, he was fine with it to! I was quirky! Silly! Eccentric! Naïve! DUMB!"

Vaggie: "You are not d-"

Charlie: "I know I know! It was FINE!"

Vaggie: "You sound less than fine about it?"

Alastor: "Here it comes~!"

Charlie: "Because 'just fine' sucked ASS."

Vaggie: "Oh..."

Alastor: "OH HO HO!"

Charlie: "It was always just Charlie's dumb little daydream or Charlie wasting her time! Charlie with her dumb head in the heavenly clouds!"

Vaggie: "Oh sweetie, hey-"

Charlie: "It was a quirk he was OKAY WITH. It wasn't that bit a deal! It was a big deal to ME but that was FINE if I didn't waste too much of my time on it, or our time, or his time-

Charlie: "And sure he wasn't laughing in a mean way, I think, probably, but I still HATED when he'd do the amused little oh Charlie's being silly again chuckle!"

Vaggie: "Did you tell him? Did he stop?"

Charlie: "Tell him what? He wasn't doing anything wrong!"

Vaggie: "But Charlie, that's not the point-"

Charlie: "No the point is- HE didn't think he was doing anything wrong treating sinners like immortal chew toys! Everyone else does it! THEY do it to THEMSELVES! And they're damned anyway, Charlie, they're all gonna get killed horribly someday for the shit they did, so what the HELL does it matter!?"

Vaggie: "It matters. You've shown people how much it matters."

Charlie: "No I haven't."

Vaggie: "Yes you have, sweetie. People know better now-"

Charlie: "No they DON'T!"

Charlie: "But you do."

Charlie: "And we're... our hotel is starting to maybe help some people kinda take us a little seriously...."

Charlie: "It's..."

Alastor: "Quite a lot of WE and OUR and US in that last sentence, my dear!"

Vaggie: "No shit, dumbass. We run the damn hotel together."

Charlie: "Yeah. We do."

Alastor: "A fact made while staring at DEAR Vaggie in the most REVOLTINGLY lovesick way, I might add!!"

Charlie: (laughs) "Sorry Alastor- I can't help it."

Charlie: "She's my partner, after all."

Vaggie: (smiles) "It's on my resume."

Alastor: "SICKENING HA HA!"

Vaggie: "Right above girlfriend and hotel manager."

Charlie: (BEAMS)

Vaggie: "I have no idea how anyone could miss out on that chance, honestly."

Charlie: "I'VE no idea how anyone else could ever even come CLOSE to being you, Vaggie."

Vaggie: "Well... the guy in the picture is way too tall for starters."

Charlie: (snorts)

Alastor: "FACINATING. You'll both have to excuse me! My stomach is too DELICATE for this PUTRID display of emotional bliss~"

Vaggie: "You eat rotting deer carcasses, Alastor."

Charlie: "EW he WHAT-?"

Charlie: "Ah um! Oh that's....! ERRRRR interesting-?"

Vaggie: "It's gross."

Alastor: "Aue contraire my dears, YOU TWO are the ones who are GROSS~"

Alastor: (fades back into shadows)

Vaggie: "If I told him that trick was getting tacky, think he'd stop?"

Vaggie: "... babe?"

Charlie: "I think...he took the picture?"

Vaggie: "He what."

Charlie: "The picture of my ex, I think he kinda, borrowed it?"

Vaggie: (groans) "WHY is our friend such a creep."

Charlie: (sing-songs) "Be-cause you ha-ven't killed him yyyyet!!!!"

Vaggie: "Maybe tomorrow I will."

Charlie: (smirks)

Vaggie: "...."

Vaggie: "Look, I can't at least still daydream about it, alright?"

Charlie: "Sure you can." (hugs) "Softie."

Vaggie: "RRgh." (hugs back) "I'm literally only soft with you."

Charlie: "And with our friends."

Vaggie: "Am not."

Charlie: "You are! In your own, special Vaggie way~"

Vaggie: "...."

Charlie: "....which admittedly is mostly about not killing them all in frustration several times a day, but that's a pretty big thing in Hell!!!"

Vaggie: (groans again) (snuggles her)

[drurrito]

Uninvited

A/N: From the vault--an offering to mitigate the pain from the previous post...enjoy!

Pairings: Natasha x Reader

Warnings: guns, blood

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You're wiping down the bar when you hear hurried footsteps and someone busting through the door.

"We're closed," you don't look up, still scrubbing at a stubborn sticky puddle from someone's spilled vodka cranberry.

"Should have locked the door then," the sound of a gun cocking grabs your attention. A woman stands behind the barrel aimed at you. Fiery doesn't begin to describe the hue of the hair that falls off her shoulder. Her eyes are piercing even with the bus length between you both. Her lips are pursed with a determination that tells you you're not going to be able to talk your way out of this at all.

You carefully raise your hands, "easy," you say with an even tone, "money's already in the safe so just give me a min-"

"I don't want your money," she rolls her eyes. You feel your stomach sink, your luck might have finally run out. The woman sees your breathing pickup just a bit and she drops her gun.

"I don't want your life, either," she corrects, "I just need some cover. I'm being followed."

"So your first thought was to bring them here and put my life in danger?" You look at her incredulously.

"Again, lock your doors next time," the woman shrugs, "we're running out of time."

"We?" you lurch forward in disbelief but she shoots you a look that shuts down any further protest. You pause for a few moments, "fine, you can try any of the rooms in the back. None of the buildings on this street have a back door, so don't plan on making a quick exit."

The woman doesn't say anything more, she just checks her gun before slinking into the backrooms. You watch her go and with a heavy sigh, you go back to wiping down the bar. You thought life as an ex-pat in Amsterdam would be much quieter than this.

Not five minutes later do you hear even more footsteps barreling down the sidewalk and right through your door.

"We're closed," you try again.

"Shut up," you look up to see yet another gun pointed at your face. Two men in balaclavas with pistols are standing much closer than your last guest was. They have empty eyes and grimy hands, you wonder what kind of business one has to be in to invite this kind of company.

"We're looking for someone," the shorter of the two men say, "fit redhead in a bodysuit."

His partner bellows out a laugh and jams his elbow into his side.

"Bar's been closed for over an hour," you drawl.

"We're not asking how long you've been closed, we're asking if you've seen the lady or not," the taller man speaks this time, further encroaching into your space with his gun still drawn.

"No, I haven't seen the lady," you spit.

"Mind if we take a look around, then?" The small man asks in a way that doesn't give much of a chance to say no.

"Look man, I'm just trying to close up so I can go home-"

"We can make this quick if you just tell us where she is," the smaller man insists.

"No one is here," your voice is louder now, the smaller man smiles widely under his mask.

"Stay here, I'm gonna check it out," the taller man nods and keeps his gun trained on you while his partner disappears into the back. You wait with bated breath as you hear doors open and close. It's only a few minutes before he comes back into the room.

"Was that so hard?" He taunts before walking towards the door, "stay safe out there, lotta bad people in these streets this time of night."

You're too busy rolling your eyes to watch them go. By the time you remember your guest, she's already in the doorway, looking much paler than before. You don't get a word in before she collapses. You barely reach her in time to keep her head from bouncing off the bar floor.

"Shit, hey," you gently shake her shoulder and take inventory of the rest of her body until you see blood seeping out of her side. You wonder how she was able to conceal the injury for so long.

"You're bleeding," you breathe, already scrambling for your phone somewhere on your person.

"M'okay," she rasps, "just a scratch."

"Bullshit," you laugh exasperatedly. You tap away on your phone and put it to your ear, "Bruce, I need you at the bar, bring your kit."

That's all you say so you can turn your attention back to her. She's semi-conscious, her eyes half-lidded.

"Stay with me," you shrug off the flannel you're wearing and press it against the wound. She squirms and feebly tries to push herself upright.

"No, you gotta stay here. You lost too much blood," you say sternly with a gentle hand on her shoulder. You whisper assurances to her until help comes.

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The ten minutes that it took for Bruce to show up felt like an hour. You sigh with relief when you see him step through the doorway.

"Oh, what happened here?"

"I'm not even sure at this point," you shrug. Bruce notes the glint of concern in your eyes and takes it as a sign that he needs to work fast.

"Okay, let's get her on a table."

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She would have jumped off the table if it weren't for you catching her shoulders in time.

"Easy," you warn. It only takes a few seconds for her to meet you on the same page.

"You're lucky," Bruce starts, "that bullet missed your lung so you're gonna be able to walk out of here pretty soon."

"You called for help?" The woman tries to sound angry, you return her energy with a pointed look.

"You were bleeding out, gun to my face or not, I wasn't going to let you die."

She hesitantly nods with what you assume is gratitude. Her eyes meet yours and wow, she's stunning.

"Once this IV bag drains, I'll unhook you and you'll be free to go," Bruce says, cleaning his tools.

"Thanks, Bruce."

"Thank you," her voice sounds tired. Bruce gives you a look that you're not sure what it means until he leaves you alone with a wink.

"Where in the states are you from?" She wastes no time with the given opportunity. You try not to look so surprised that she was able to clock you as American.

"West coast," is all you give her and she snorts with amusement, "where are you from?"

"Ohio, sorta," she actually responds and you want to feel bad about being vague with your answer now.

"So, why Amsterdam?" She asks and you decide to give a little more.

"Saw it in a movie once," you drawl, "thought it was really pretty. So when the time came to leave, I knew where I was going, but no clue what I was gonna do."

"Why'd you leave the States then?"

"Uh," you tap against your thigh for a few seconds, "heartbreak, identity crisis, needing a change in scenery, you know, all the clichés," you genuinely smile for the first time and you swear you see her almost do the same.

"Any regrets?"

"None, never."

"Liar," you both share a laugh.

"Sorry for pointing my gun at you," she says, propping herself up on her elbows.

"S'alright," you assure her, "wasn't the first time and it certainly wasn't the last, your friends made sure of that."

She frowns, "did they hurt you?"

"No, no," you're quick to wave off her concerns and you think you see some tension leave her shoulders.

"They won't come back, I promise," she holds up her pinky and you pretend not to notice her arm shaking when you wrap your pinky around hers. You both linger in this moment for a few beats until Bruce comes back to take the IV out of her arm.

[sokkastyles]

Based on this post by @daily-zutara-prompts

“I just can't believe he'd do that to mom,” Katara huffed, as Zuko poured her a glass of wine. It was a vintage he'd been wanting to try, but he wasn't much of a drinker himself. He didn't like the way wine clouded his judgment and made it harder to stave off the dark thoughts that always hovered on the edges of his subconscious, threatening to drag him down into the depths. But when Katara had come asking for something strong, he'd obliged. He'd never been able to deny her anything.

Zuko poured himself a glass and sat down opposite her, holding the wine up to his nose to get a whiff of the warm Fire Nation spices mixed with the scent of fermented fruits from the isles. “Have you met her?” he asked calmly, with interest.

Katara wiped her eyes and sniffed. “Yes, once or twice,” she took a small sip of the wine, then a larger one. She cleared her throat “But, honestly, I guess I haven't been as…present in the past few weeks. You know, everything with Aang…I haven't been home enough.”

Katara swirled the wine in her glass, then took another long drink.

“It's like I've been afraid to go home.” She looked down, and Zuko could see the shame in her expression, the way she couldn't quite meet his eyes. He tried to will her to meet his gaze, wishing he could fix her sadness, wishing that she would look at him with only that joy and determination that were his favorite things about her. But she had come to him to talk, and he would do his best to listen, to be the support she clearly needed.

“No one blames you for what happened,” he said quietly but firmly, swirling his own glass and watching the dark red legs of the wine trickle down the sides.

Katara looked up, then, setting down her glass. “Oh, come on, Zuko,” she said, the fire that he remembered igniting behind her blue eyes. “The entire Earth Kingdom knows me as the Avatar's ex, the girl he left behind in pursuit of a younger, more ‘enlightened’ partner. The whole world worships the ground he walks on, just like she does. I'm ostrich-horse dung, as far as the world is concerned.”

There was no use in pretending he hadn't heard the rumors, just as she had. He regretted that he hadn't been there for her as much as he had wanted to be, but if he were being honest with himself, it wasn't just his duties as Fire Lord or his friendship with Aang that had kept him from getting involved, then. More like, he was afraid of what he would have done, had Katara chosen to confide in him about her relationship troubles. Of what he very much should not do, of the feelings he had harbored that had only grown over the years. He thought of how often he had imagined Katara coming to him to confess her feelings, to ask him if he felt the same way…

But that hadn't happened, and that wasn't what Katara needed now.

Zuko took another sip of spiced wine.

“I know you're right,” Katara said, her eyes still a bit misty. “And of course I want him to be happy, and of course I know he's been lonely, he's had to be. It's just…weird.”

“No one blames you,” he said again, even though what he really wanted to say was I don't blame you, and what he really meant was I love you. “Talk to your dad. If she makes him happy, then that's a good thing, right? I know it's hard, but it doesn't mean he's replacing your mom.”

“I know,” he said, his hand reaching out and stopping just short of touching hers.

Katara rubbed her forefinger along the rim of her glass. “How'd you deal with it?”

“Well,” Zuko said, “It's not the same, obviously. I don't care if my mom wants to forget about my dad. She'd be better off. Was better off.” Zuko took another long drink. “But I'd be lying if I said I never felt…resentful, when I found out that she had a new family and everything. A whole new life.”

Katara listened in fascination. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Zuko cradled his glass of wine.

“But you and Kiyi get along so well!”

“Yeah,” Zuko said, smiling at the thought of his half-sister. “That's what helped me a lot, at the beginning, knowing that I had this sister I didn't even know about who wouldn't have existed if mom hadn't remarried.”

“And now?”

“Now, I just…” Zuko thought for a minute. The dark shadows were clawing at the edges. Too much wine. But if he was going to drink, it would be with Katara, who he trusted more with himself than he trusted himself. “I think about how different things were back then. And I know they're never going to be the same, even the good parts.” Katara was watching him, taking in his every word. “And I think about how sad my mom was, even when things were good. I didn't know it back then, of course, because I was just a kid. But I'm not a kid anymore. And I'm happy for her happiness, you know?”

He smiled in a way that he hoped was reassuring, although he was a bit stupid from the wine. He didn't know if any of what he was saying made sense, although it did in his head when he had thought of saying it.

“Happy for her happiness,” Katara repeated, thoughtfully. “Yeah. Thanks, Zuko.”

She reached out, then, placing her warm hand over his, and her smile was warm and lovely, and he thought he could be happy for her, too. All he wanted was her happiness. That was all he had ever wanted, even if it was never going to be with him.

[captainsophiestark]

History

Jack Thompson x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Jack's ex-fiance left New York and moved to LA to start fresh after she realized he would never see her as an equal. Now, however, their paths might be crossing again, and Jack Thompson's managed to have a lot of growth since the last time they saw each other.

Word Count: 5,152

Category: Angst, Fluff

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I hummed to myself as I steeped my tea, soft music floating through the kitchen. I'd finished eating my favorite dinner before now preparing to settle in for my favorite radio program. A calm, perfect evening after a long day. All torn to shreds by the ringing of a phone in my living room.

I closed my eyes and sighed, but left my tea on its own and moved to answer the phone. Hopefully, whatever this was could be dealt with quickly, and I wouldn't miss any of my radio program.

"Hello?" I asked, resting the phone in the crook between my shoulder and neck and reaching for a pad and pencil, just in case. I froze mid-reach when I heard the voice on the other end of the line.

"Hey, uh, this is Agent Daniel Sousa. With the SSR. I don't know if you remember me-"

"Of course I remember you, Daniel," I broke in. "What do you want?"

He hesitated, and I couldn't help feeling just a little bad. My tone had turned from friendly to harsh in a split second, and Daniel and I had always been friendly. But if he was calling, it must've had something to do with my ex, and I certainly didn't want anything to do with that.

I'd met Daniel through the course of dating Jack Thomspon, who I later learned was actually Agent Jack Thompson. I'd met him when I was young and in love with the idea of being swept off my feet by a tall, handsome man, and Jack had more than fit the bill. It wasn't until much later, after he'd proposed and come home from the war, that I'd realized I wanted so much more.

I wanted a partner. Someone to have my back and build me up, to support me through life the same way I supported them. Jack wanted a maid that he could also sleep with, a picture perfect housewife with no external life or ambitions of her own. So I'd left him.

Before that, though, we'd gotten far enough that I'd found out about the SSR, and met Daniel in the process. We were friendly, and had even been on our way to being friends before everything between Jack and I had fallen apart. Since then, however, we hadn't spoken.

"...I'm sorry to do this to you, but I need your help."

Daniel's voice brought me back to the present. I sighed, sparing a longing glance for the tea in my kitchen before plopping down in the seat next to the phone.

"I assume this is about Jack? Is he... alright?" I almost choked on the word, surprised to find I actually still cared about the answer. I gripped the phone a little tighter as Daniel responded.

"Yeah, he's fine. Look, it's a long story, but we don't have a lot of time. There are some very bad people putting the fate of the world at risk, and I'm working with another agent to try to stop them. We have a plan we're in the process of enacting, but... we need your help to make sure it goes off without a hitch."

"Who's the other agent, Daniel?"

"Agent Peggy Carter. She's one of the best we have."

I paused. I'd been fairly confident he was about to say Jack, and to have him say a female agent's name instead was a nice surprise.

"Okay... but aren't you in New York? I don't know if you remember, but I moved pretty far away after things ended between Jack and I."

"And landed in LA, right?"

"...Yes... How did you-?"

"It's not important right now, just... how quickly can you get downtown? To the parking lot behind the hotel hosting Calvin Chadwick's campaign event?"

"Daniel, I haven't even said yes yet! I haven't talked to you in years, and I honestly don't think I want to get involved in this."

"I wouldn't be calling you if it weren't important. Meaning end of the world important. Please."

I paused, letting out a long, heavy sigh. I could practically hear Daniel waiting impatiently on the other end of the line, but I ignored the pressure. Unfortunatley for me, I believed that he really wouldn't be calling me if it weren't an emergency. And I didn't want to leave the world out to dry just because I didn't want to see Jack.

Which, also unfortunately for me, I knew this would involve. Daniel had very carefully danced around the subject of my ex-fiance, and I knew that dodginess was intentional. One way or another, Jack would be involved. But damn it all, I wasn't willing to blow off Daniel's cry for help on behalf of the world just to avoid Jack.

"...Fine. Dammit, fine. I can be there in fifteen minutes. I'm on my way."

"Thank you, serio-"

I hung up on him, giving myself one moment to relax back in the chair with a heavy sigh before launching into motion. I'd just have to make myself a new cup of tea when I got home, and ask someone at work tomorrow what I missed on my radio program.

Just under fifteen minutes later, I pulled into the back parking lot of the hotel hosting the campaign event. Carefully, I stepped out of my car, on high alert for a certain blond SSR agent. I whirled around at the sound of a door flying open only to find Daniel Sousa climbing out of an undercover van. He looked basically the same as the last time I'd seen him, although he'd apparently traded in his sweater vests for a Hawaiian shirt and a blazer.

"Thanks for coming," he said, crossing the parking lot to meet me. I nodded, my gaze going to the woman behind him. Daniel noticed my attention shift, and nodded to her. "This is Agent Peggy Carter."

"Pleasure, I'm sure."

I nodded and took Peggy's offered hand for a shake, but didn't say anything else as I quickly brought my attention back to Daniel.

"Alright, Daniel, why am I here? Specifically, not just 'to help'. And where's Jack? Don't try to tell me he's not here, you wouldn't have been so dodgy and nervous on the phone if he weren't."

"Dodgy and nervous?" Daniel asked, sounding more than a little offended. I just raised an eyebrow at him, so he sighed. "Fine. Here's the thing... we actually need you to go in there and distract Jack."

I didn't respond right away. I just stared at Daniel, waiting for him to say 'suprise' or 'gotchya' or some variation of the same thing. He just stared back, grimacing slightly. I finally came to the conclusion that he was being serious.

"I'll... pop back into the van and make sure Dottie and Mr. Jarvis are alright," Peggy said much too casually as she backed away from us. I never took my eyes off Daniel, my stare cooling considerably from when I'd first arrived.

"Daniel. Do you want to explain to me what's happening here, please? And why you need to distract a fellow agent, and especially why you think this is something you ought to be involving me in?"

Daniel sighed and ran a hand through his hair, then shifted slightly closer to me. He lowered his voice, then spoke again.

"Look, here's the thing. You should know Jack's had some growth since you left. He's changed enough that I can actually stand to work with him, and I might still say I want to kill him, but I probably wouldn't follow through if I got the chance anymore. But recently, he's got his head up his ass again."

I snorted. "I really hope this is not going to involve you asking me to talk to him or get him to come around or whatever."

"Not quite. Recently, he's decided to take the side of some pretty bad people, although I don't think he realizes just how bad. A few of those people are in that event tonight, and we have operatives inside who need to get something from one of them. But Jack's in there, too. And he'll recognize our operatives if he's aware enough to see them, and since he doesn't seem to know better, he'll stop them. We can't let that happen. Which is where you come in."

I stared at Daniel again, then after a moment, started shaking my head. I was frankly a little speechless, which gave Daniel an opportunity to keep talking before I could get a cohearant thought together.

"Look, I know this won't be easy for you. I know it's unfair of me to ask, to call you out of nowhere. And I know the only reason you showed up at all is because we used to be friends. But please, please do this. I promise it's important, and if it weren't this important, I never would've asked. I... I've been out in LA for a while now, and I thought about touching base, but I figured you'd want your space, since I'm probably tied up with Jack in memories for you. But we need your help with this one."

I shook my head, holding up a hand to stop Daniel's pitch.

"Alright. I came all the way down here, and because it's you asking and I know that means this thing you're involved in is actually, seriously important... I'll still help. But then you are not going to speak to me for at least a month, after dragging me into this mess to manipulate my ex-fiance, and then we're going to go to lunch. And you're paying, because it's ridiculous that you've been out here this long and haven't talked to me, noble intentions or not."

Daniel huffed a laugh, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a smile. "It's a deal. Promise."

"Great. So... where exactly am I going to do your dirty work?"

"Just in there," said Daniel, gesturing for a set of doors at the back of the hotel. I nodded and turned to face the doors in question, intending to head in. But for some reason, I couldn't make myself start moving. "Uh... you alright?"

I cleared my throat and nodded, although I knew I wasn't convincing either of us.

"Yes, yeah, I'm... I'm fine. Just gonna... go in there. And see Jack. For the first time in a few years."

"Hey." Daniel shifted closer to me, resting one hand on my shoulder and lowering his voice. I huffed and closed my eyes, but didn't pull away. "Look, I'm sorry to put you in this position... if you really don't think you can do it-"

"No. We're not going down that path. I know you wouldn't have asked me if it weren't a legitimate emergency, so I can't afford to think about an out. Just... maybe you could give me a push?"

I didn't turn to face Daniel, but even out of the corner of my eye I perfectly caught the judgey, raised-eyebrow look he gave me.

"Are you serious?"

"Daniel, I am about to go in there and distract my ex-fiance. I am dead serious."

"...Alright. You ready then?"

"No, I'm not! That's the whole point of requiring a push!"

"Okay, okay! Geeze."

A moment later, I felt Daniel's hand on my shoulder, gently moving me in the direction of the ballroom. It had nowhere near the amount of force I'd been hoping for, but the thought at least was enough to get me moving.

I crossed the parking lot at a steady pace, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other. I pushed open the door to the ballroom without letting myself hesitate, striding through without looking back. I tried to ignore the sound of it slamming shut behind me as I strode confidently into the room, head held high despite the warring storm of emotions swirling in my gut. It took every ounce of strength I had to walk into that ballroom, but somehow I managed it.

And then I saw him.

I wasn't sure what I'd been expecting, but the moment I saw Jack, my heart stopped in my chest and my knees threatened to give out. So much history stood between us, and even though we'd ended on fairly bad terms and I knew I'd made the right decision, my heart still couldn't completely ignore everything we'd been through. Everything he'd meant to me.

I took a deep, shaky breath. Apparently, a lot of the world was counting on me keeping Jack from interfering in whatever Daniel had going on tonight. I'd agreed to come in here, and now I couldn't afford to fall apart.

I squared my shoulders, then strode across the ballroom, past dancing couples and schmoozing politicians. Everything faded away the closer I got to Jack, until I was standing next to him, just out of his peripheral vision, and we were the only two people in the world.

I reached out a hand to tap Jack on the shoulder, and time nearly stood still. He turned towards me in slow motion, and I watched his face go from one slightly raised eyebrow to wide-eyed, gut-punched shock. The moment our eyes met seemed to stretch for years, until Jack finally broke it, saying my name in a breathy voice that shouldn't have been audible over the sounds in the rest of the ballroom. Surprisingly, I didn't have to fake the slight smile pulling at the corner of my mouth.

"Hey, Jack," I breathed. He blinked at me a few times, maybe expecting me to disappear like some hallucination. When I didn't, he managed to find his voice again.

"Wh... what are you doing here?"

"I feel like I could ask you the same question," I said, voice soft. Speaking anywhere near normal force or volume felt like it would shatter something about the peace of the moment, or bring our problems back to the forefront of our minds. "I thought you were still in New York."

"I was. Am. Still in New York, that is. I, uh... they made me Chief."

My eyebrows shot up. Daniel hadn't bothered to mention that.

"Wow. Well... congratulations. When did that happen?"

"A little over a year ago," he said, shrugging his shoulders and glancing away like it was nothing. I knew him much too well for it to fool, me, though. He was beyond proud, and he wanted me to be impressed.

"That's great, Jack," I said, not entirely sure whether I meant it. "So is that what brings you out here?"

"Something like that," he huffed. He shook his head, staring off at the wall of the bar, apparently snapping out of the moment we'd found ourselves in with something else hovering over his head. It didn't bother me to be a part of that something, although maybe it should have.

"I take it this is more of that highly-classified, highly 'over my head' stuff you always refused to talk to me about?"

Jack's eyes slid back to mine, looking genuinely sad in a way I hadn't expected. Honestly, I'd been expecting to spark some anger. Instead, he looked like I'd just punched him in the stomach.

"I... wasn't great at communicating with you back then, was I?"

I snorted. "That's an understatement."

Jack sighed and took a sip of his drink, nodding slowly.

"Yeah. Yeah, it probably is. Look, I don't know why you're here right now, but..." He cut himself off abruptly, glancing away from me again with a shake of his head. I raised an eyebrow, just waiting for him to work up the courage to say what he wanted to say. The longer he took, the easier it was for me to help Daniel with whatever this was, anyway. Jack took a deep breath, shot the rest of his drink, and set the glass down on the bar before looking at me again. "I was gonna look you up, while I was out here. I've been putting it off, because, well, I wasn't sure you'd want to see me. But... since you're here now...?"

I started shaking my head. I couldn't help it. Jack, apparently undeterred, stepped forward and took my hands in his. I wished I could say helping Daniel was the only reason I let him.

"You hate me. I get it, alright? But I'm not the same man I was the last time I saw you."

"Oh really, Jack? Then what kind of man are you now?" I asked, unable to stop myself. "What are you doing here, schmoozing at some party with a bunch of shady guys in suits? How different is that to the last time I saw you?"

"Very different! Listen, I get it now. I understand what you wanted from me, and I understand why you left. You wanted respect, and I... I wasn't willing to give that to you."

I frowned, scanning Jack's face for any hint of inscenserity or rehearsed speech. All I found was an honest, open expression staring back at me, my ex-fiance looking more open and interested in talking about the hard stuff than he'd been once in the time we were together.

"But sweetheart," he continued, after a brief pause to let his words sink in. I met his gorgeous blue eyes that I'd fallen in love with so long ago, and a hand clenched around my heart. "I get it now. And... I want a shot at giving you that respect, knowing what I know now. Being who I am now."

I huffed a disbelieving laugh, shaking my head as I broke Jack's intense stare.

"Jack... are you kidding me right now?"

"Not even a little bit." He squeezed my hands lightly, stepping even closer to me. The hand around my heart dug its claws in. "I... I love you. I never stopped loving you. If you give me a second chance... I promise, I won't screw this one up."

A choked sob forced its way out of my mouth as the room started spinning under me. I pulled my hands away from Jack, shaking my head fervently as I did.

"I... You can't... I can't think about this right now. After everything you can't just..." I huffed, shaking my head again and moving out of the way as Jack reached for my hands again.

"Baby-"

I turned on my heel and ran before he got another word out. Hopefully, that was good enough for Daniel and his friends. One way or another it would have to be. I couldn't stay there for another second, and it was starting to feel like it'd been a mistake to come in the first place.

I'd been expecting some slightly charged conversation, maybe even some arguing. Breaking off an engagement wasn't usually amiable, and our situation had been no exception. I hadn't been expecting to see real pain on his face, or real regret, or real love still lingering there. And I definitely hadn't expected to feel the faintest hint of the same emotions in my own chest.

Whatever the hell that meant, I couldn't face it right now. Not when I was standing in that ballroom in the first place to trick and lie to the man giving me the apology I'd wanted for years before finally excepting I'd never get it. The guilt started creeping in like a knife to the heart, another thing I hadn't been expecting.

I didn't check to see if Jack was following me as I headed straight for the parking lot, back out the door I'd come in. A thousand different emotions and thoughts screamed through my head, and the only thing that seemed clear was that I needed to get as far away as possible from here, now.

"Hey!"

I don't know why I hadn't been expecting to run into Daniel, but I'd barely gotten a breath of the cool night air in before he called out to me, moving quickly from the back of their undercover van to where I'd parked my car.

"Hey! Are you okay? We didn't mic you up, but one of our agents inside said they saw you running out-"

"This was a bad idea, Daniel," I said, shaking my head and pausing to talk only because Daniel was in the way of the driver's door of my car. "I shouldn't have agreed to this. I didn't... I don't know what I expected. The same asshole I broke up with, I guess. An argument. Not... not what I got."

I moved to push past him, but he put a hand on my shoulder to stop me in my tracks. His eyebrows knit together as he scanned me up and down, concern radiating from him in waves.

"What happened in there? Are you okay?"

I shook my head. "It was a mistake to get in the middle of this, with you and him. He said some stuff... I don't know. I don't know, okay? This was stupid, I should've just stayed home. I need to go home, Daniel. So please, get out of my way."

Daniel hesitated again, looking me over, this time with a more critical eye. I huffed.

"I promise I'm not hurt, and that I'm fine to drive, alright? I just... I need to get out of here."

After another second, Daniel finally nodded and stepped out of my way. I didn't bother sparing him another glance as I got into my car and pulled away, putting as much distance as possible between me and Jack and everything to do with that ballroom.

When I got home, I replayed the conversation I'd had with Jack over and over again in my head, on an endless loop. I didn't hear another word from Daniel, or from Jack, which I tried to convince myself was for the best. When the radio silence stretched on for days, however, my arguments to myself became less and less convincing, and every additional day of silence was another day to overthink myself into a frenzy. Had something gone wrong with whatever world-ending threat they were dealing with? Did something bad happen to one or both of the SSR boys? Or was there some other reason the SSR agents continued to give me space?

By the end of the week, I'd just about decided to go track down Jack or Daniel or maybe Peggy, although I'd only met her in passing, myself. Finding a secret agency probably wouldn't be easy, but I'd been reeling and replaying everything in my mind for days, and I couldn't go back to pretending none of them had ever been part of my life again. I'd just started flipping through a phone book over my morning coffee, looking for any businesses that looked like feasible fronts for the SSR, when someone rang my doorbell.

I sighed, marking my spot in the phone book before standing and moving to the door, my cup of coffee in-hand. I almost dropped my favorite mug when I opened the door to find Jack standing on my doorstep in a nice suit, holding a bouquet of roses.

"Before you say anything, Sousa's the one who gave me your address. So if you didn't want to see me... blame him."

I couldn't hold back a laugh, at least half the weight on my chest lifting off with the knowledge that Jack and Daniel were both okay. I bit my lip, trying to keep control of myself, as I looked Jack over.

"I... I'm really glad you're okay," I finally sighed. "When I didn't hear from you for a while, I got a little worried..."

"We had... some stuff to deal with. But it's dealt with now. I'd love to come in and tell you about it... if you'd be willing to have some company for breakfast."

My eyes shot up to Jack's. He tried to look calm and collected, but I could see the way his hands fidgeted around the stems of the flowers, and the way his eyes searched my face for any sign of an answer in either direction. I sighed.

"Listen, Jack... I don't know..."

"Alright, look. I'm technically supposed to be leaving for the airport to catch a plane back to New York in about half an hour. But I also got Sousa to agree to let me stay with him for a while, if... if I need to stay in LA for a bit longer, for whatever reason. But if you don't want me here, if it's too little too late for you..." He clenched his jaw, swallowing hard and steeling himself before continuing. "Then I'll head to the airport and get out of your hair. And I won't bother you again."

I pinched the bridge of my nose, looking down and shaking my head to try to clear it. I'd sworn to myself when I moved out here that I wouldn't let Jack Thompson back into my life. I'd been confident it was for the best. But he really did seem different than he had the last time I'd seen him. And I couldn't ignore the way my heart still skipped a beat when I looked at him, or how badly I wanted to believe what he'd told me in the ballroom.

Finally, I looked back up at Jack. I met his ice blue eyes, the same ones I'd been staring into since we were basically kids, before he'd served in Japan and a thousand other things in our lives had changed. And I knew I couldn't send him away without at least hearing him out. I knew it might mean I got hurt again, badly, but I also knew the regret of never knowing for sure would eat me alive for the rest of my life.

"Jack... there's something you should know first."

"And that is?"

"It wasn't fate that brought me to the ballroom, or whatever else you thought it was. I... was actually there because Daniel called me to ask for my help."

Jack sighed. "I know. He and Carter told me. They seemed to have a guilty conscience about it. But I'll tell you what I told them: I don't care. It brought you back into my life, so... I'll take it."

The corner of my mouth tugged up again, and I tried not to let the excitement take over too much as Jack leaned a little forward.

"So... does that mean I can come in?"

I bit my lip again in a failed half-attempt to stop the smile rapidly spreading across my face. Finally, I let it win, and gave Jack a nod.

"Oh, thank god," he sighed, sagging and flopping over the doorframe, the flowers falling to his side for a moment until he looked back up at me. "You really had me thinking I was gonna have to race to make my plane for a minute there, sweetheart."

I laughed and shook my head, taking the flowers from Jack as I motioned for him to come inside. I shut the door behind him, then turned to lead him from the entryway into the kitchen.

"So... do you want some coffee?" I asked, moving to the pot before Jack answered. I knew he did.

"That'd be great." He paused, and I heard him sit at the table himself me as I added sugar and milk the way I knew he liked (although he'd never ask anybody else to add it in). "This place looks great."

"Thanks. It's been a labor of love, for sure. I learned how to fix just about everything in here that could break, since it started out that way."

I shot Jack a little smile as I sat down at the table across from him, sliding his coffee over. The statement was a test, and whether or not he knew it, he smiled back.

"If only you'd known all that stuff when we were in our old place. Maybe you could've saved me from breaking the sink beyond repair."

"If I remember right, I did try to help with that. And you told me to let you handle it while I made something nice for dinner."

Jack grimaced, taking a sip of his coffee. "Yeah. I do remember that. And... I'm sorry. I was an idiot back then. I wish I'd known then what I do now."

I nodded thoughtfully. He seemed sincere, which truly might've been a miracle-level personal shift. I still tried to keep my hopes from running wild, but it was getting harder by the minute.

"Thanks for the coffee, by the way," he continued. "I haven't had anything this good since... well, in a long time."

I gave him a rueful smile as he bailed out of "since you left". I sighed, taking a sip of my own coffee before looking at Jack again.

"So... why don't you tell me about all this stuff that kept you from visiting earlier? When I talked to Daniel, he said it was end of the world-level."

Jack nodded, running his hand through his hair. "I mean, it sure wasn't good. Might've been one of the worse things we've had to deal with. You're gonna like this though, since we saved the day. One of my best agents who helped solve all this stuff is a woman. Peggy Carter, she said she met you?"

"Only briefly," I said, smiling into my coffee. "She seemed pretty cool."

"She's damn good at her job. And so were you, by the way. You covered for her and Sousa perfectly when you showed up at that fundraiser. It took one of the people you were covering for walking straight into my path for me to realize something was up, and even then I didn't suspect you. Masterclass."

I huffed a laugh, but my smile grew so big I couldn't hide it behind my coffee mug anymore. Jack smiled back.

"Alright, so, this is kind of a long story. Especially if I start from the beginning."

"I want to hear all of it," I decided. "If you're up for it... including the stuff that came before this mission. I want to know about what you've been up to since... since I left."

Jack nodded, a hopeful smile pulling its way onto his own face. I could see him wrestling with himself to keep his cool, and I was happy to see him losing.

"Deal. As long as you promise to tell me everything you've been up to once I'm done."

"Sounds like we have a wonderful plan for the morning," I replied. Jack absolutely beamed back at me.

"I've never been happier to miss a flight in my life."

I laughed, and for a moment, I got a glimmer of the parts of my life with Jack that had made me stay for so long. His humor, and all the good in him that he worked to hide, but now, without the layer of separation that came from him not seeing me as an equal.

It had barely been ten minutes total of time spent with this slightly older, slightly different Jack Thompson. By far too early to say anything difinitively. But that little seed of hope in my chest had bloomed into a full bouquet since I'd opened my door this morning, and I couldn't help feeling that this time, things actually were different. Jack was different. And this time, maybe things would work.

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｡ﾟ･ ¡ content. ex!hobie, you cheat on miguel, mentions of fighting, highkey toxic relationship, mentions of sex, hobie being a little shit trying to get you back. you made your decision, thought things were over between you and hobie brown for good. but was your decision really the right one?

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You shouldn't be here.

You know you shouldn't be here but you knew he loved this place in all its shitty, humid glory. You knew he'd be here. You couldn't help yourself. Something within the pit of your gut told you to get up and find your way here the moment you saw that post with a caption talking about him stopping by his old haunts before he left the country...leaving you and everything you both once held dear to find a new adventure. Something deep and carnal, something you thought had long died the moment you decided that he was becoming too much; too insatiable, too unpredictable. What you had once loved had become a burden you could no longer handle.

He texted you too. Just seconds after making the most.

'We should catch up.'

So why did you come here? Why did you seek him out?

Maybe you didn't. Maybe you simply wanted to take in this place one last time before he went, revive some long-buried memories you had stored away for your own sanity. Maybe you were seeking closure, the stitches to a wound left fresh and gaping so you could return to your adoring boyfriend at home with a heart that didn't belong to him. He'd play it off like he had it the whole time, place it under his pillow with another man's name carved into the flesh.

It hurt. The way Miguel gave you his all and you couldn't return such affections. He was everything you could ask for in a boyfriend. He was sweet, attentive to your needs, had generally the same core values as you. He was the safe bet, the type who wouldn't make plans last second without a hint of rational thought and just hope that they end well. Maybe you got with Miguel — his overplanning self — to compensate for your ex's utter disregard and borderline carelessness. He was impulsive, just looking for the next high to make him feel alive.

But you had been his partner in crime. He was ready to do it all with you. 

"___, long time no see. How have you been?" The bartender greets her like an old friend. He's an older man, seen all of your shenanigans with your ex. Had to kick the two of you out a couple of times but almost always welcomed the two of you back the next time you came around. It's been a little over a year now. He had seen you two argue more times than he could count on both hands but no fight seemed as permanent as the final one. You'd fight, stop talking for a few days until one of you came back to apologize and the routine act of make-up sex would commence.

You shrugged with a sigh, glancing vaguely around the dimmed bar as if trying to catch sight of something. Everything was just the same. Nothing changed. Your picture was still hanging up behind the bar along with a dozen others. You two were kissing. He held your waist, hands under your shirt as he held you close. Your fingers were splayed across his cheeks as you held his face, a hint of a smile against his lips as he kissed you. You two were drunk off your asses that night, nearly drunk the whole bar, passed out right where you're sitting. The picture of the two of you sleeping with your faces smushed against the bar was right next to the picture of you kissing.

"Oh- I've been fine. Y'know just...living life." You sighed, tracing your finger in imaginary shapes across the splintered wood. "You remember my usual?" You offer a smile and he returns in. "Of course, darlin'. Just give me a moment." His smile was old and worn but warm. "I haven't seen Hobie yet…if you're here for him." He grabs a glass, places a single ice cube inside of it.

You find your shoulders tensing in defense but you don't deny anything. You know he'd see right through your farce. It's no coincidence you decided to take a stroll down memory lane the same night your ex happens to be in town in the very place you knew he was likely to be. But you don't confirm his suspicions. Plausible deniability and all that. Silence befalls you as you watch him mix your cocktail and slide it down the way toward you. All with a little cherry on top.

Hobie used to pluck the cherry by the stem from your drink. He'd hold it to your lips and have you eat the cherry whole. Then he'd kiss you. He'd take the stem from your tongue and tie it against yours. He was always so good with his tongue, tracing hearts across your skin as he made his way down your naval.

You reached into your bag to pull out your card — or rather — the card Miguel had lent you to use. He was sweet like that; gave you his card when you went out. Kissed you softly and told you to have fun when you claim you were going out with friends. He trusted you with unwavering solitude. His confidence in your loyalty and faithfulness was something you didn't deserve.

You know it when a hand comes to drop a bill on the counter before you can take the honors.

"When have I ever let’cha pay for a drink, doll?" His voice sends shivers down your spine. Over a year and it's like you were never separated. Every muscle, even molecule, every atom in your body still gravitated towards him like a magnet. He was the negative to your positive, the moon to your sun. Something just clicked into place and you aren't exactly sure what it is but it makes you feel complete once more. 

He takes a seat stool covered in cracking leather starting to reveal the beige foam padding underneath. He looks different yet exactly as you had left him. His hair was still full and wild and beautiful. The rest was just the same. Same soft, droopy eyes that disappear when he smiles. Lovely, broad nose, and his lips. Oh– his lips were something otherworldly. They looked just as soft as when they last met yours, when they last pulled back to reveal teeth that sank into your skin. Lips that once murmured "I love you" and whispered false promises of the future you've always dreamed of. You and him with a baby, a family of your own. He promised he'd give that to you but you knew better than to trust the sweetened lies that passed by his lips. Hobie wasn't the type so settle in one place, live somewhere quiet and quaint and start a family. 

Hobie stared at you as if you were simply a memory he had reconstructed before his own eyes. A gaze soft and tender yet the lopsided smile displayed across his lips told a different story. He was certainly happy to see you, that some part of you still belonged to him, still sought him out given the chance. "___." He saw the way you flinched, turned away from him so maybe he wouldn't catch the longing in your eyes. You missed him more than you should. You shouldn't be here. "Hobie."

"Oh...don' be so tense, sweetheart." Hobie scoffed with careless dismissal. He reached out, a hand on top of yours to soothe your nerves. "Yer a sight for sore eyes. I's amazing to see ya again." Better to simply let things be. He'd never have hard feelings for you, no matter the bad your fights had gotten. You had left him abruptly, cut your ties to him with brutal efficiency in the heat of the moment. Hobie figured that was the end of it, no use in trying to get a deaf person to hear reason.

"Stephen," Hobie spoke to the bartender. "Beer, please." He slid the bartender his 20 and in passing, caught a glimpse of the card you had tossed out. "Miguel...tha’cha new boyfriend?" You try to search for some semblance of jealousy somewhere in his misty eyes or across his sculpted features but there was none. He just awaited your answer, maybe to figure out what reaction he'd have to that. Funny...he was always the type to assume first and ask questions later.

"Yeah."

"Good for you, dove. Wha’s he like? Are ya happy wit’ ‘im?" There could have very well been jealousy somewhere in the heart of his, residual possessiveness he still hasn't gotten rid of. But maybe there was a part of him that just wanted to be assured that you were okay. As...terribly complicated and sometimes toxic as Hobie and your relationship with him was. Neither of you ever wished ill on each other no mater the circumstance. Even when you left, when you packed your bags and told him to go fuck himself. You never meant the things you said. You both knew it.

Are you happy with Miguel? You felt that you should be. He's everything you wanted on paper, everything that Hobie wasn't. But that's just it, isn't it? He isn't Hobie. He doesn't get that wild look in his eyes when he gets an idea. He doesn't make haphazard plans with no regard for consequences. Hobie lives in the moment. Miguel lives for a future that isn't guaranteed. 

Hobie knows you too well. He sees the way you hesitate with your answer and speaks again. "I just wanna make sure my baby is bein' well taken care of." You realize that he doesn't give any indication of being jealous because he knows you still belong to him. He's not threatened by Miguel because if you were truly as devoted and loyal to him as you were to Hobie, you wouldn't be here. Wouldn't have even thought of coming.

You sip softly on your drink before the ice can start to melt, snatching up the card from the counter to place it back in your bag. "Because you took such great care of me."

"I took amazin’ care of ya and ya know it." Hobie had his drink in his hand before he knew it. A quick nod to Stephen in appreciation before the man walked away to give them time alone. "I took care of you, dolli." He whispered softly, gripping the bottle neck with his long, slender fingers. "Don't lie."

"You didn't care about anyone but yourself, Hobie."

"Can we not, righ’ now?" He murmured, pressing the rim to his lips to take a sip. "I came back to catch up wit’ ya, not spark another argument. And tha's not true. I care ‘bout’cha more than anyone." You take note to how he says it in the present tense. He cares about you, not cared. 

You sigh, lips pursing against your crytaline glass. "Fine. How has traveling been?" You won't open that can of worms. Problems that went unsolved will remain as such. Maybe it was intentional. Neither of you would be able to find closure and move on if such wounds remained open and untreated. It was intentional on both ends. You weren't ready to let go, even if the pain still remained.

"Incredibly lonely, actually." He admitted, the whisper of a woeful smile crossing the lips you had once adored so much. "Not much fun when you have no one t’share it with." You two had always talked about traveling the world together. Paris, Rome, Tokyo, anywhere your fickle hearts desired.

Sometimes you'd lay awake at night, your head resting upon Miguel's chest, and wonder what life might have been like if you had left with Hobie. Where you might have been and who you might have been if you had simply gone off with him. He had tried to get you to go. Showed up on your doorstep with the keys to his boat and a plan to sail down the English Canal to France, professed his love to you and begged you to come with him. Leave your whole life behind and just start anew like it was just that easy.

Maybe it was that easy.

"Paris was nice but i’ would have been even better with you. So would Barcelona and Rome. 'm going to Berlin next. Leaving early tomorrow. ‘m sure tha’ll be lonely too." You know his bed has been kept quite warm no doubt with men and women and everyone in between alike. The thought makes you sick, green with jealousy. He was yours before he was anyone else's. You wanted to mark him, litter his throat with teeth marks and hickeys so that whoever had the honor of having him would know that he was already owned.

Yet, he claimed he was lonely. He wanted you. He only wanted you. Why else would he have come back? It wasn't just for the shits and giggles or trying to "catch up". Hobie wanted you to go with him though he wouldn't say that outright. 

There was a beat of silence between the two of you before Hobie spoke again. "It wasn't all that bad, was it? To you at least? We had our downs but we had way more ups." He nudged you softly with one of those smiles that made your heart flutter and skip vital beats. You thought you just might die if he moved any closer to you.

"If by downs you mean telling each other to go to hell and me nearly throwing a vase at your head then sure, we've had our downs." You aren't proud of some of the things you've done...of a lot of the things you've done. You aren't proud that you're here and not at home, reading Miguel's sweet message of goodnight accompanied by a picture of him in bed. "Please do tell me what our ups were."

"Oh, we've had plenty. ‘m so disappoin’ed you've forgotten so easily." Hobie places a hand on his chest with an exaggerated offense. "Am I really tha’ forgettable?"

No. You wanted to say with quick, biting passion. Hobie was the least forgettable person you've ever met in all aspects. But you don't give him the satisfaction of knowing that. "I don't know, Bee. Maybe I'm in need of a reminder." Now you've gone into flirting with him and you didn't feel bad about it in the slightest. How can you feel bad as Hobie downs the rest of his drink and stands up with the prettiest grin you've ever seen in your life? The same mischievous grin he got when a new idea was sparked in that brilliantly dangerous mind of his. He takes your hand and drags you off of your stool. You stumble along with him, his hand tightly secured around yours as he takes you to the middle of the bar.

You remember this. You remember him putting coins in the old jukebox to play your song, quickly returning to you to take you up into his arms. Your right hand in his left while his right came around to rest of the small of your back. He'd pull you close, smiling with wild joy and youth and the two of you would dance however you so chose.

You missed him. God, you missed him and you hated it. You hated how he touched you with such familiarity. Knew you better than anyone else in the world. You hated that he kissed the corner of your lips and you did nothing to stop him. You hated that you knew this was a ploy to get you back and how you hoped that feelings could override the logical part of your mind and you could convince yourself to go back.

"Is this reminder enough for ya?" He leaned in and whispered into your ear, swaying carefully with you in his hold. Your lips are pressed to his shoulder and you can smell the cologne he had put on just for you, your favorite. He's wearing the shirt and vest you said looks best on him and the jeans you said you liked the very most on him. And of course, the boots he never goes anywhere without. Pulling out all the stops.

It's more than enough, yet, you play coy. "Vaguely."

Hobie likes it when you play coy. You hear him sigh slowly into your ear. "Ya remember the time when I made you miss tha’ flight to go see your parents for the holidays?" He spent nearly an hour between your legs, ravishing your body with orgasm after orgasm until your thighs were trembling around his head. "Or when we got that bottle of champagne and you let me pour it on you." Then he proceeded to lick it up from your diaphragm and naval. "Open." He had muttered and, on command, your mouth had opened up and you let him pour champagne into your mouth. 

"Hobie." Your tone warns him but he's quick to bite. "What? Too many good memories?"

"I have a boyfriend."

"Then why are you here, ___?" He snaps maybe with a bit of unnecessary harshness. It's all too easy for the two of your to start arguments. "If ya love yer new boyfriend so fuckin’ much then why are ya here to see me?"

You look away in shame because you know he's right. Your heart hasn't beat this fast since the last time you saw Hobie. It almost feels like it hasn't even moved since then. He left a vacant hole in your chest, took your heart with him but it was an even exchange in his opinion because he left his with you to fill the space he left behind.

Two fingers are on your chin and your face is being brought back to his. It takes you by surprise, how quickly he kisses you. His lips are just as soft as you remembered and even softer than they look. They still taste like mint and a touch of beer. You can tell he's been dying to do this since the moment he saw you and you can't say that you didn't want to either. You melt into him, let him have his way because you want his way too.

"All mine." He whispers, lips hovering over yours before he dove back in. All his. His hand once in yours now comes around the back of your neck to draw you closer. It was home. This was all you've been waiting for for months upon months, maybe waiting for him to come back for you. Well- he has and you still don't have your answer. But Hobie's always been rather good at persuading you, his tongue gently stroking over yours to coax you to agree.

"Come back t’my boat." He attempts to get you to say a small yes now. A frog in a pot of water. He was just starting to crank up the heat. 

"You know I can't." You manage to say between muffled kisses. Hobie remains persistent. "Of course, ya can, dove. 'm not asking ya to do backflips all the way there, jus’ come with me." That's how it started. Come with me to the dock, get on the boat, sail away with me. Next thing you know you're in a whole nother country. His voice was so sweet though. It's always been his secret weapon, whispering in your ear with that slight airy tease in his tone.

"Come with me...just for tonight." The two of you still swayed together to the rhythm of the song as it slowly began to come to an end. Between gentle pecks from his pillow-y lips to yours, he kept staring at you, begging you to cave just this one time. But it's never just the one time with him. You know this. You know it won't just stop with this. It's why you left. He had too much power, could make you do anything short of killing someone with enough charm. Look how easily you feel back in.

"Okay...just for tonight.”

[scaryspears]

Liu Kang x Bimbo Reader

Reader and Shang Tsung banter (slight friendship). I don't think Chaosrealm exists in the new timeline, or is at least inaccessible, so reader is descended from a Seido outcast. Their ancestor was a bit like Darrius, so that's the closest to Chaos she's gonna go.

This prompt is for @valyrra, hope you enjoy. Sorry if there's not enough Liu Kang.

You watched Liu Kang stand next to keeper Kitana. They were talking, smiling at each other with the utmost care in their eyes. You could pull any man you wanted, but you couldn't help the worry and jealousy you felt as you stared at them. This was Liu Kang's Kitana, one where he came from.

Your titan self was almost identical to you, and when you spotted her she was standing next to her partner from her timeline, something you always did when your partner was around. And that was Liu Kang, but it wasn't the appropriate time to get his attention.

There were multiple versions of you, and yet only two were titans. There was one with Kung Lao, the other with Johnny Cage. You loved Johnny, but seeing the difference in your love life sent a punch to your gut.

You tried to distract yourself by applying makeup, keeping your attention to your mini mirror. But a certain sorcerer had to have your attention.

"Isn't it a shame. It's always the ones you hold dear."

"Shut up." you rolled your eyes at Shang Tsung. "Didn't you get your crown snatched?"

Shang frowned but waved his hand dismissively, "It wasn't a pageant crown, it wasn't as important as it was made out to be." he spoke sarcastically.

"You still lost a crown." you waved your lipstick at him.

"I'm sure he doesn't mean it like that." said a different Shang, a Light variant of him. He had a gold circlet crown that proved your point. "I'm sure he's just..." he stared hard at his other self, who returned the stare with a tiny sneer, "A bit concerned."

"Very concerned." Shang crooned, "You aren't your usual lively self."

Light Shang blinked at you, "You feel upset, why?"

You looked at them both, then at where your Liu Kang was talking with his Kitana.

"Look at them." you hissed and then pouted.

Light Shang glanced at where you were glaring and a small smile went on his face. "Princess Kitana and Lord Liu Kang. They are always good allies."

You huffed, "Sure."

Light Shang held interest in his eyes, "Is this timeline's Liu Kang courting you? He looks at you with a lot of affection."

"We are intimate."

"I doubt he gets squeamish." said your Shang, inspecting his nails.

Light Shang had a slight blush on his cheeks and avoided eye contact. "You both enjoy each other."

"We don't just enjoy each other, he takes me out to places and listens to me when I talk. And I just love the way he talks to me, you know." you playfully slapped his arm. "His voice all deep and smart sounding." you purred.

Shang rolled his eyes in disgust while his good counterpart accepted the information in stride.

"But now he's seeing his ex-girlfriend." you continued, "What if he leaves me for her? I've never been in anything long term but I don't want it to end so soon."

Light Shang was sympathetic, "I am confident Liu Kang's feelings for you haven't changed."

"It's not often for a person to find another that's fluent in yapping." your Shang supplied unhelpfully. Light Shang shot him a look of disapproval. Shang looked up and his glee returned, "I guess I spoke too soon."

You all looked up. Liu Kang was standing in front of you, his expression stern enough to match his mood.

"Comrades." he addressed both Shangs, and then his attention went solely on you. "My flower, may I speak with you?"

"Fine." you got up, walking with him to somewhere private, but you refused to touch him.

"You were speaking with Shang Tsung."

His eyes were angry looking, but two could play that game.

"I was. Weren't you speaking to Kitana?" you crossed your arms at him, "You seem close with her."

It was then Liu Kang realised where your mind was going, "That was eons ago."

"You didn't seem to be acting like it. It looks to me that eons have turned into a day." you fixed him a stern look of your own, "And Shang Tsung is my rival, there's nothing going on between us."

"Flower," he started, taking your hand, "There is nothing I'm starting with Kitana. We are simply allies now."

He was expression was soft, and the rosy parts of your heart went all gushy. "You really mean that?"

He started kissing your hand, and then his kisses went up your arm, to your shoulder and then your cheek. You giggled, and Liu Kang was pleased to have a positive response from you.

"I would never do this to Kitana."

This time his lips were on yours and you gave in. You were able to push him away before anything got serious, "Not here, Darling. We will need secure privacy."

He chuckled, "Of course, only I can see your delicate parts." he was possessive, which wasn't usual of him.

And then you realised something. "You were jealous of Shang Tsung." your heart skipped a beat, "Aww, darling." you grabbed his face, and he flushed as you delivered a bunch of kisses on it.

He has marks on his face now, but he didn't wipe them away. Not that he ever did unlike your ex boyfriends. That's another thing you loved about Liu Kang.

You hugged him eagerly, "There's nothing to be jealous of."

"I am very relieved to hear that." he admitted, returning the hug. He didn't let go.

"Are you two going to be having alone time all day?" Shang Tsung, asked. His hand was raised sass-ily in contempt.

"An hour should suffice." you answered.

Shang's face screwed up, "I'll pretend I didn't hear that and just tell everyone that you're both very busy."

He wasn't wrong. You both were about to be very busy.

[grapesplease]

i love you (i'm sorry)

astarion x half-drow!male!bard! tav

sum. altair has a panic attack in the underdark (being an ex-slave does that to you) and astarion is the one who keeps him together. he also has some conflicting feelings on his relationship with altair.

an. first altair piece i ever wrote, all of it will be posted here but if you want to find the rest of it its posted on ao3 under the user grapesplease. i love writing for my tav and will be writing much more :)

wc. 2.1k

The silence was deafening.

Astarion knew that something was wrong with Altair, he’d be a horrible partner(?) otherwise. Gods, he’d be an idiot to not notice, whatever was going on with him was obvious to the whole party.

Shadowheart sends him a glare, “Say something to him!” She mouths.

He glares back, mouthing, “What?”

She groans, and Astarion huffs out an exasperated sigh. What would he even say to him? There wasn’t any doubt that he was close to Altair, that was made clear after their first rendezvous at the tiefling’s party, and with how the party expressed their annoyance at them, he knew that they knew too. He still wasn’t even sure that their relationship was anything more than the flirty banter and the occasional late-night tryst.

“I think we should set up camp.” Lae’zel, surprisingly, was the first to speak, breaking what felt like hours-long silence, “I think everyone can agree that a night’s rest is needed.”

Altair’s eyes scanned the area, and he acquiesced, only giving a nod and a quiet, “Alright then..” to the rest of the group.

The elf can’t help but worry, as much as he hates to admit it. Everyone is, as he’d wormed (no pun intended) his way into everyone’s hearts. Astarion doesn’t know if he should go and talk to him, and he doesn’t have the opportunity to. As Lae’zel is, again, the first to speak up.

“Altair.” She stands in front of his tent, Altair flinching as he turns to face her, “What is wrong with you? You’ve been awfully alert, is there something wrong with this place? Or is there something wrong with you?”

Astarion cringes at the face Altair makes when Lae’zel asks if there’s something wrong with him.

“It’s nothing. Lae’zel, I’m just feeling a little off being here."

Astarion scoffs, a little off? As if he wasn’t making the “I’m going to murder someone” face for like three hours straight.

“Underdark doesn’t exactly bring back fond memories, you know, with the whole forced servitude thing..”

She only sighs, grumbling but taking that as a satisfactory answer. “Just don’t let it endanger us, istik.”

Altair lets out a sigh of relief as she walks off, and his gaze flits over to Astarion, realizing he was watching the whole thing. He lets out an exasperated groan, and motions for Astarion to come over. He shuts his book, plastering a flirty smirk on his face and sauntering over.

“So, is there ‘something wrong with you’, dear?” He jokes, mimicking the cadence of Lae’zel’s voice, “You have been awfully on edge, darling.”

“That obvious?”

“Very.”

He groans, sinking down to the ground, his face buried in his hands. “Fuuuck. Gods, I’m stressed.”

“That much is clear.” Astarion retorts, moving to sit down next to him. “Good to know that it’s stress, I couldn't tell if you were wanting to kill me or needed a drink.”

“I go for either right now, to be honest.” He jokes, looking up at Astarion, “I found something here, Astarion.”

He doesn't like the tone that Altair takes, it sends an uncomfortable jolt up his spine. He follows him into his tent, spotting an journal atop Altair’s makeshift desk. The journal's a pretty little thing, its gold embroidery shimmering against the light of Altair's lamp.

“Oh, is it cursed? Is this one for Gale or for me?” He asks, running his fingers over the embroidery. He would've appreciated the work more, if not for how grave Altair sounded.

“It might as well be.” He grabs the journal, flipping through its pages. “I haven't been all too honest with my background, Astarion. I don't think I can hide it anymore, either.”

The vampire raises an eyebrow, “So you're telling me that you aren't just a bard from Baldur’s Gate? What a surprise!”

“I’m being serious, Astarion!” He snaps, flipping to the most recent page of the journal. Astarion tenses up, frowning at him.

“The writer of this journal, she's out to fucking kill me! She found me back then, when I was in Baldur’s Gate, she- she found where I lived, and she's found me here too! Gods-”

His hands grip tightly at the edges of the journal, his breathing getting ragged and uneven. Astarion softly places his hands on his shoulders, trying to ground him.

“Breathe, darling.” He hasn't had much experience calming people, but he hopes that this is working. This is a new side to Altair, one that he’d hid well up until this point. “She's not here, we're safe, and even if she finds us, we can take her, I’m sure of it.”

“No! No, that's how she gets you!” Altair chokes out, looking up at him with fearful eyes. “She pretends, she acts all nice, getting you to trust her- then she tears it all away! Everything! She's already done it once to me, and now she's going to do it again! She’s going to torture you- and everyone here, and she's going to make me watch.”

A sob falls from his throat, his tears leave dark splotches on his pants, “And she's going to do it because she owns me- and- fuck, she’s going to find out I care about you! She’s going to make me fucking miserable, going to make me beg and grovel under the heel of her boot for forgiveness, and then she’s going to kill me.”

What?

..He cares for him?

What a mistake, he thinks, a stupid mistake, putting faith into someone like him.

But this is exactly what he wanted, right? To have Altair, the poor sod, the easiest target, his victim, care for him enough to protect him. To be willing to fight and inevitably die to Cazador or the Absolute for him.

It was the same stupid charade, one he’d done for 200 hundred years.

He forces those thoughts back down, looking Altair in the eye. This- This he could deal with later, his newfound guilt wasn't what was important here. The sobbing mess in front of him was, the sobbing mess that foolishly cares about him was what was important right now.

“Listen, she isn't here. I’m not going to die, I promise. She would've been here ages ago if she wanted to kill me.” He forces back the bile that threatens to rise up his throat as he comforts him, feeling like the biggest hypocrite in the world, “We’re safe, dear.”

Altair only sharply inhales, shaking his head, his long hair falling over his face.

“No- no, she's here, I can feel it, I know. She's fucking hiding in the shadows, waiting to strike!”

“Look at me.” Astarion brushes away the hair from his face, his voice lowering to a whisper. “We're okay, I’m safe, everyone’s safe, I’m not dying today. No one is going to die. I’m still here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“I- I..” Altair tries to steady his breathing, despite how his heart thumps wildly in his chest. “You promise?”

Astarion tries to hide his guilt.

“Yes love, I’m not going anywhere.”

Altair heaves out a heavy sigh, wiping his tears. Gods above, this was all too much for him, too many of his feelings laid bare for a man who he wasn't even sure really loved him. His true feelings had been unceremoniously spilled, his heart exposed for Astarion to see.

He wasn't a bard who told beautiful tales of romance or adventure, nor a gladiator who fought valiantly for his own freedom. He wasn't any of those fucking things. But gods! He wishes he was! He wishes he had the strength he pretends to have in front of everyone, but now Astarion knows.

He knows that he’s just a scared man, constantly running and hiding from everything that scared him. He knows that he cries like a child, forever terrified of his past.

Altair isn’t someone who confronts his past, he hides like a coward, running away to the far corners of the world thinking that he can hide. He wants to love Astarion, wants to care, he wants to do all of that without the looming fear that it’d be taken from him.

That his past would eventually catch up to him and it’d all disappear.

“Astarion, I..” His face is flush with embarrassment, head hanging in shame, he feels like he could die on the spot, “I’m sorry, for all of this.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” He calmly replies, “I think we’ve all been stressed, and it's not like you haven't seen me panic every once and a while.”

Altair snorts, letting out a dry chuckle, “Yeah, last time you did, you ended up killing a man.”

“He deserved it!” Astarion retorts, gasping dramatically.

“Sure, sure..” He wipes at his eyes, but realizes that Astarion is already moving to exit his tent. Was he just going to leave, now that Altair had calmed down? No, he couldn't be alone yet.

He tugs at Astarion’s sleeve, stopping him in his tracks.

The man turns and tilts his head, giving Altair a sultry smirk, “What? You just got your breath back, and now you want me to take it away again? Darling, if you wanted to sleep with me, this is a cute way to ask~”

“No! No, I just want-” He groans, refusing to meet Astarion’s amused gaze, “I wanted you to stay.”

“That’s what I’m offering?”

“Not like that!” His head snaps up to look at him, seeing a brief flash of surprise from the elf, “I don't want to be alone, not yet.”

“Not yet” Astarion feels a pang of familiarity, Altair sounded like he was resigned to being lonely forever, like Astarion himself would be temporary and he’d never talk to him again after this night.

He hates how he can relate so much to that feeling. It only worsens the pit of guilt in his stomach. He wishes he could just leave, but he knows he can’t.

He can scarcely believe that Altair just wanted him to just- be there? To what, cuddle in his bedroll and fall asleep together? He hasn’t done that in centuries, nevertheless with someone else.

“So you just want me to…” he makes a vague hand motion, “to just be here?”

“If you want.” Altair sputters out, a nervous panic seeping into his voice, “I just- I don't want to be alone, I still feel like she's there, and I'm- I’m scared, Astarion.”

It takes a great deal of effort to admit this to him, and Altair feels so vulnerable. Fuck, he's so, so scared, scared of Astarion saying no, scared that the moment he takes his eyes off of him that he's going to disappear, and that the next time he sees him, all that's left is a mangled corpse.

He’s scared that the man he’s starting to love is going to disappear, and leave him all alone with his feelings for him.

“I’ll.. of course I’ll stay, if you're scared. I did promise, after all.”

Altair shakily laughs, glad that Astarion didn't reject him. Moving to his bedroll, he motions for Astarion to join him, and he obliges, laying down beside him.

“Can we cuddle?”

“You don't have to ask, darling.”

“I know.” The drow turns on his side, burying his face in Astarion’s neck.

“Sappy.”

Astarion’s fingers thread through his white locks, messing with the long strands. It really was sweet of him, and he comes to the dreadful realization that Altair is slowly becoming more to him than just protection.

He wants to ask more about Altair’s past, who was this woman he was so afraid of? Was she really so strong that she’d kill the whole party in one fell swoop? Is she someone who’d torture him, for the sole fact that Altair cares about him?

Shit, he’d almost forgotten about that.

He's still a bit in denial about it, the fact that Altair cares for him, and that he might also care for him back. But he knows that he would never do this much for anyone else, gods, cuddling in the night? Sharing gentle touches while patching each other up and longing glances between battles? He knows that Altair is so much more than just protection.

He knows that he has to reveal his true intentions to him, but whatever confession he has dies on his tongue. The half-drow is sound asleep in his arms, softly snoring into his chest. His heartbeat calm as he buries himself further into the fabric of his shirt.

Astarion knows that he has to confess his real intentions to Altair eventually, but it could wait a little longer. He could wait a little longer to reveal how horrible of a person he was, how he was no different from Altair’s tormentor.

“Good night, love.”

It could wait.

[ador3him]

-🦝 making an appearance to request a Sapnap x Fem!Reader headcanon

To be honest, feel like Sapnap would be the kind of guy who makes jokes about sex all the time, but has never actually had his first time. So, what would happen when it does happen, and he realizes he wants more to the point of thinking he could be hypersexual

By the way, I love your writing and how you give all of your stories a satisfying ending ✨

pairing: virgin!sapnap x fem!reader

requested? yes by beautiful 🦝 anon!!

authors note: I decided to make it a full fic hope that's okay. also I was so giddy when you said my fics have a satisfying ending, that is so fucking sweet like stop, words of affirmation<333

WARNING, SMUT BELOW!

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Sapnap always joked about how good he was in bed, how long he could last, how much he left girls wanting more. So when yn and him were in the stage of their relationship where it was custom to begin thinking of having sex, yn got excited. Obviously she knew not to have majorly high standards, but how could she not? Sapnap was sexy and their sexual tension was on the rise.

It had been around 4 months since they started officially dating and all they've done is some good old high school groping. Yn had tried to hint at going further but sapnap either didn't realise, or didn't want to.

"wanna maybe lose some more clothes," yn suggested against sapnap's lips. He paused, his hands halted on her hips and he pulled back slightly. "What?" He whispered. "Well we haven't had sex yet, unless your waiting for marriage?" Yn joked, knowing that he's talked about having sex before. "Um no, I just," sapnaps eyes softened and brows furrowed. "Are you okay, baby?" She asked stroking his cheek with her thumb. "I need to tell you something," he paused and looked at his girl, waiting for an acknowledgement. She nodded for him to continue. He took a deep breath.

"I haven't had sex before, I'm a virgin." He rushed out, his face reddened and eyes squeezed shut. "But you have talked about you know, other girls before," yn spoke gently. "Because I was embarrassed, you told me about your ex partners and I wanted to seem normal," sapnap sounded regretful, maybe he shouldn't have said that. "Baby, thank you for telling me. We don't have to do anything, but I would never shame you or make you feel embarrassed, everyone loses it at their own time," yn pressed a sloppy kiss on his cheek. "I want to do it," "are you sure?" He let out a nod. "Sap, you need to tell me," "please let me fuck you, peach," he let out with a breath.

Yn lifted up his shirt and he pulled it off the rest of the way. She did the same to make it even. Sapnap's eyes kept on her tits, flabbergasted at the sight. She began to kiss down his chest to his stomach and stopping at the waistband of his pants. Through her eyelashes she looks up at him, he gives her a shaky nod of approval and she swiftly yanks down his pants. Through his underwear yn could tell he's big. The tent was large and thick. She placed a kiss on top and rubbed her hand over the bulge and Sapnap almost cummed right there. He let out a jagged sigh and clutched the sheets in anticipation.

Yn pulled down his briefs to reveal his throbbing cock, it hit his stomach leaving some precum there. Her delicate fingers wrapped around the middle of him and she swiped her thumb over the head of his dick and stuck the precum thumb into her mouth. Sapnap groaned, completely immersed in the feeling.

She dipped her head down and took his cock into her mouth, the girth alone made her struggle. One hand was at the base and the other resting under his balls. "Fuck," Sapnap's groans intensified as she began to bob her head up and down taking as much as she could and then stroking the rest with her hand.

He was going to cum, quickly and hard, so he grabbed a fistful of her hair and attempted to slow her down. Alas it didn't work so he pulled her up, a whimper left her mouth and he flipped them over. A dark twinge sparked in his eye and he grabbed one of yns boobs in his hand. His fingers toyed with her hard and sensitive nipple, he squeezed it making her let out a moan so delicious he almost came just for it.

"take off your panties, peach," sapnap's voice was ragged, raw, dark. She did as she was told, taking off her panties and now she was left in just her pleated skirt. Sapnap hitched up her skirt and admired her glistening pussy, her slick was dripping down her thighs. He used his thumb and hesitantly swiped her clit with ease. At least he knew where it was. He did it again, applying more pressure this time, his eyes fixated on yn as she stared back down, biting her lip.

"lemme hear you, please," his voice was softer but firm. He picked a pace and began to rub her clit in a figure eight motion. Yns moans bounced off the walls of the room fulling it. "Good girl," he murmured before replacing his thumb with his tongue. It was sloppy but still good, and he moved one of his fingers into her soaking pussy, curling it upwards. Yns hips buckled forward, desperate for more. She reached for his hair and began to grind against his face. His beard burning the sides of her thighs painfully erotic making her whimper. "More," she whispered trying to push his head further into her clit. But sapnap pulled back, his lips pump and covered in her slick.

He reached for his bedside drawer and pulled out an unopened pack of condoms and rolled one on. "Get on your hands and knees, peach," yn scrambled to flip herself around, pushing her ass in the air ready for his fat cock to destroy her insides. Sapnap took in the moment, he lined himself up and pushed his hips forward. He let out a low groan at the hot, wet, tightness of yns pussy. He stayed there, balls deep in her for a minute. Thinking of anything to keep him from cumming. And finally he moves. Slow at first and then he picks up the pace when he is sure he wouldnt cum straight away.

The sounds of desperate moans and slapping skin is all that can be heard. Along with a pain filled whimper from yn when sapnap spanks her ass. "Oh fuck, baby, I'm going to cum," yn yells out during a moan. "god, me too, peach," sapnap had a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead as he speeds up. His hand reaches around to yns clit and begins to rub which set her over the edge. Her pussy tightens around sapnap's cock as he feels her slick running down his dick as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm, chasing his.

"oh fuck, yeah, stay right where you are, gorgeous," he moans out as his cum spills into the condom. His cock softens inside her pussy but not for long as when he pulls out her slick drips from her. "Baby, if you didn't tell me you were a virgin, I wouldn't have known," yn laughs coming down from her high. "Are you hard again?" She queries at the obvious erection. "Round 2?" He laughs pulling off the condom and stroking his throbbing, sensitive cock. "Only if I can ride you." She pushes him down onto his back and retrieves another condom.

[sinsmockingbird]

NOTE: Okay, I'm here to show off/talk about my Genshin Impact persona/oc. If you aren't interested, you can ignore this, but otherwise, enjoy my baby girl.

NAME: Honestly, I haven't thought of one yet, so I'm just using Bri as a placeholder.

QUALITY: 4 Stars

WEAPON: Polearm

VISION: Cryo

BACKSTORY/VISION: Bri was born in Mondstadt before her family (including her) moved to Inazuma. She comes from a long line of kitsunes, but currently, in the line, she isn't a full blooded one. She has the ears and a single tail but can't shift into a fox form. She's partially/almost fully blind in her left eye, which had begun to fog as the blindness becomes more apparent the older she gets.

Bri earned her vision in a similar way to how Kaeya earned his. Betrayal. When she was 18 years old, she was in a one-sided relationship (not that she knew that as her 'partner' always acted like they loved her), when a huge altercation happened between them both. She learned her partner was seeing someone else and actually never loved her. Bri's anger quickly became apparent as she felt hurt by this new information.

A screaming match started between the both of them before something happened, and Bri was struck with a weapon. Lying on the ground with blood pouring down her face, her now ex-partner fled the scene, leaving her distraught. She was overcome with a wave of betrayal that morphed itself into elemental energy. In a large explosion, ice seemed to be unleashed from inside her chest.

Overcome with shock at the sudden ice surrounding her, it was then that Bri noticed a shining vision lying in the grass right in front of her. The altercation left her with a vision and a grisly scar covering her left eye, which is slowly leaving her more and more blind in that eye.

NOTES:

1.) Bri's current best friend is Heizou, as the two of them bonded over Heizou's detective work. She's a huge lover of stuff like that.

2.) Bri is literally just the puppy and lover of all the Inazuma women, including Beidou whenever she comes to visit. Though she does have the closest relationship with Ei (or Raiden Shogun) plus Mavuika (who has recently taken an interest in the Electro Archon's lover).

3.) Bri loves to be petted and cuddled. She really is just a puppy dog who craves closeness and intimacy due to the numerous betrayals she's had in her life. Basically, she's touch starved.

4.) Girl kinda has daddy issues.... like me.

[witchersmistress]

Pizza and orgasms

i do not give permisson for my work to be copied or used in any other form.

You've been friends with Henry for years, taking the mickey out of one another, been through all the boyfriends, girlfriends, the regrettable one night stands but there was always something that pulled you guys together. You guys got together for you weekly dinner nights when he was working or on a super busy schedule. It was a warm evening and you decided on pizza and of course Henry just had to use his big green egg grill.

Lounging outside as he cooked you talked about anything and everything, but your mind just couldn't let go of the fight you had with your ex, a few weeks ago. “Penny for your thoughts?” Henry quipped. Giving him a tight smile “Nothing just something stupid my ex said '' he rolled his eyes, he truly didn't like that man, but he was polite and respectful towards him, but that was about it, but no one was ever good enough for you and vice versa.

 “Come on love, out with it” your stomach did flips every time he called you love, even after all these years. “It's..just.. Ugh'' you blew out a frustrated breath. It was just awkward to admit to this and you were ashamed of your secret. Henry reached out and squeezed your hand, nodding slightly and he encouraged you to continue. “He accused me of faking the ugh big O when I was with him. '' I felt the apples of my cheeks turning red. He chuckled softly, “That man probably wouldn't know the difference anyway, whether it was true or not.”

But that wasn't the secret you were hiding. You laughed trying to hide behind it then openly admit the truth. Taking a sip of his white wine “So what did you say” I shook my head “I told him I didn't but that wasn't the truth” he let out a hearty laugh “So you did fake it, you rascal” you gave him a sad smile. This is Henry you're talking to, your best friend in the entire world, if you couldn't tell him you couldn't tell anyone, you  spoke as he took another sip of wine “ It's easy to fake when you haven't experienced it before” Henry was shocked. His eyes widened, as he set down his wine glass.”Come again?” straightening your shoulders `` Well, I've experienced orgasms by myself but not with a partner. "I looked at Henry to try and read his face but it was blank. After several long pauses he said “Baby girl” , our pizza long forgotten on the table, he got up and pulled you up with him “Come” walking into his house. 

He led you to the stairs and pointed up them. Your lip quivered “Henry what are you doing?” he gave you a stern look “Up the stairs” you walked passed him up the stairs, your heart pounding in your ears. Taking a left down the hall to his bedroom he pushed open the door. Turning to face him, he backed you into the bedroom slowly, shutting and locking the door behind him.He takes your hand and leads you  to the bed, pulling back the blankets and pushing you gently onto the cool, white sheets. You don’t protest. you feel numb, and your limbs are shaking as he pushes you back on the bed and lifts your legs onto it. He pulls off your jeans, dropping them to the floor. your legs shake harder, but he doesn’t give you a blanket. He kneels and spreads your knees, he moves forward and reaches for your shirt. “Do you ever cum?” “No,” you admit, letting him pull off your shirt. “I mean, yeah, but not during.” He nods, reaching behind you and unhooking your bra with no more effort than I’d put in. “From oral?” I swallow hard, dropping my gaze to the front of his pants.

 He’s got you naked on the bed, and he’s hard.  you weren't  wrong about having the same effect on him. Your own heart is racing in your chest, and pressure builds between your legs in anticipation and fear while his eyes move down your body. Your  nipples harden under his gaze, and hunger builds as he continues to drink you in with his cerulean blue  eyes, lingering on the tattoos on your thigh.

 “I haven’t… I’ve only given it,” you say. I don’t want to tell him the truth, that having someone so close to your center makes you more vulnerable than you  want to be. So you deflect. “I take care of myself.” “Tonight, I’m going to take care of you,” he says, sliding down the bed in one smooth motion. “Henry, wait,” you protest, but he’s between your legs, pushing them wider. you don’t want him down there, seeing you, smelling you. and even though you showered earlier, you're still self-conscious. No one’s ever been down there, looking at your cunt spread open like a sacrifice. you squirm, but he slides his arms under your legs, wrapping them around your thighs from below. He grabs you right in the crease of your hips, spreading your thighs at the very top. He lifts his gaze to mine, and there’s nothing empty in his eyes now. They’re brimming with heat, with desire. “ I thought you didn’t eat pussy,” you whisper, your thighs shaking in his hands. “This isn’t pussy,” he says. “It’s you.” 

He drops lower, and you grab his shoulders, suddenly more terrified of this vulnerability than of an angry Henry. you’d rather him laugh at you , no matter how much it hurts, than have him make you vulnerable like this. “You don’t have to—” My voice catches, breaking off as a shock of pure, erotic bliss rocks through you when his mouth touches you. His warm, wet tongue slowly strokes your clit, and all reason leaves you. All that’s left is the painfully exquisite sensation of his skilled, hungry mouth against your bare flesh. My fingers tangle in his hair, and with whatever bit of brainpower that remains to you, you try to pull him away because it’s too intimate, too much, and this is Henry Fucking Cavill, your best friend. “Just relax,” he murmurs, kissing you gently. “Let you make you as crazy as you make you.” Without waiting for an answer, he dips lower again, letting out a sound that’s half sigh, half moan as his tongue slips between your lips, toward your entrance. 

“Don’t,” you breathe, but you barely hear the sound because you are melting, weakening, as his lips and tongue and breath combine forces, overwhelming you. you drop your head back on the pillows, gripping his hair as if it can anchor you to this world even as his mouth moves against you like magic. He explores you slowly at first, tasting and sucking, his teeth nibbling gently at you, his tongue stroking you until you can’t breathe, and your hips start jerking involuntarily against his mouth.

He grips your thighs harder, his fingers cutting into your flesh, holding you still while his tongue moves faster. you let out a soft cry when his rough tongue breaches your opening, rasping against the raw, broken skin. But his mouth is wet, and you’m wet, and soon the burning sensation is too entwined with the swirling pleasure to tell where one ends and the other begins. “Henry,” you gasp. “Stop, it’s too much, you can’t—” He lets out a rough groan and squeezes your thighs harder, opening them wider, his whole body writhing in the bed sheets as he pushes deeper, thrusting his tongue into you until you're dizzy with it. you buck under him, grabbing at the pillows, at anything, because you're going to explode if he doesn’t stop. But he doesn’t stop.

He goes on and on, moaning into you, eating you, until you can’t hold back the soft, breathy cries that have been building inside you with pleasure. He fucks you relentlessly with his mouth, his tongue, until he pushes you over the edge.It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt, not even when I’ve given yourself a good one. This one is different, unwilling almost, as he drags it from your helpless body.

 A rush of wet heat flows from you in a way you’ve never felt, and you cry out, humiliation burning through you even as the orgasm clenches you in its grip. He moans deep in his throat, pushing his tongue deeper even as you cry out wordlessly, not sure if you’m telling him to stop or continue, not sure of anything except the waves of bone deep pleasure and release bearing you away on a current that you know will take you over the edge of the world into the abyss of Henry’s darkness, to be swallowed by his world.

When it ebbs, his mouth is still on you but moving slowly, his tongue lazily answering each pulse of your flesh with one of its own. you want him out, in case he didn’t notice how you came, so much it almost felt like you pissed yourself, so much it’s unladylike and humiliating and like everything about you, too fucking much. you made a mess no girl should make, and the shame aches behind your eyes as you wait for the gloating, the degrading taunts. This is Henry. There will be triumphant smirks and bragging that he proved he knows a thing or two about your body after all. He lifts his face at last, his lips shiny, his eyes wild and unfocused. “God, you taste so fucking good,” he groans.

 “I want to bite the fuck out of your pussy.” “No,” you cry, shoving at his forehead. He unclamps his hands from your aching things, which will surely be bruised to hell tomorrow. Instead of climbing on top of you as I expect, he braces his hands on your inner thighs and spreads them wide, staring down at you with that hazy, transfixed expression. There’s no way he can miss what you did now. When he leans down, you tense, trying to twist away. “I’m not going to bite you,” he snaps, forcing your legs wide. “Let me lick the cream out of your cunt.”

His tongue is gentle this time, slowly winding a spiral of pleasure deeper and deeper into your core as he laps up the mess of cum from your wrecked pussy until you swear even your heart is quivering for him. When you think you can’t take it another second, he slides a long finger into you. “Cum in my hand this time, baby girl,” he murmurs. “I want to feel you gush again.” Then his mouth descends, stroking you toward an edge you know you can’t come back from. This time, you didn't even try. you let him carry you over.

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Taste of you . | Gunner Jensen x fem!reader

Title : Taste of you

Pairing : Gunner Jensen x fem!short!shy!reader

Summary : This time you left him and his place for good . It was difficult to locate your older brother's location . As long as you can remember , Barney always had you in arms length . Always . But this time you needed someone who could protect you and save you . And that person was your older brother Barney . You wanted to feel free , but instead you found him . Cold , brutal but helpless . In desperate need for somebody to love him .

Tw : abusive ex partner , mentions of rape , substance abuse , psychological problems , drug use , Gunner is unstable , crying (a lot), big age gap , wet dreams , extreme sexual tension between Gunner and the reader , some touching , dry hamping , big size difference , manhandling , Gunner takes the reader for a ride on his motorcycle , love at first sight , fluff .

Note : I still haven't proofread this , so there are going to be some mistakes ( so sorry about that ) , also remember that English isn't my first language so just bare with me ( so sorry for that too ) . I'm going to write for the character of Ivan Drago from Rocky IV so don't worry about that , because new content is coming .

Songs : Ari Abdul - Taste & You

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" Fuck America . Fuck the American dream . Bunch a load of bullshit." You screamed while driving .

Tears stained your face .

Beaten up face .

You were trying to drive from Philadelphia to New Orleans. 18 hour drive .

You were exhausted .

" Damn you Barney Ross . " You said quietly thinking about your brother .

" Why New Orleans ? Why don't go and live someplace else ? " At this point you were going crazy . Talking to yourself . He made you crazy .

You were travelling for nearly 3 days now , making stops in Alabama , Nashville , Kentucky and Tennessee .

You were more than exhausted .

You haven't seen you brother in ages . Although he always kept you in arms length he was protective of you . But right know , you needed help and protection .

You had to be somewhere where he couldn't find you .

" Barney's gonna freak out when he sees me and the bruises . " You thought to yourself .

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" Another one huh ? Again ? You practically have no skin left there Barney . " Tool said to him with a smile .

' Get to work Toll . " Barney answered him laughing to his friend .

After a couple of hours the place was packed with the rest of the team .

Toll and Lee were arguing about knives again .

Caesar was watching Tv and Yin was watching Ross getting another tattoo .

Gunner was on the couch drinking a bear with no alcohol just watching them all .

He was nearly half a year sober . He hasn't touched drugs in over a year now . He was getting better everyday or so he thought .

Everything seemed normal . It was just a normal day for all of them . Just peace and quiet .

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You had difficulty parking your Land Cruiser . So many motorcycles .

" This is for sure Barney's place . " You said while exiting your car locking it and making your way over the open place . It looked like a huge garage that had floors . More like a hangar .

You didn't have enough time to cover your bruises after getting out of the bathroom .

Your sweatpants covered the ones you had on your legs , but your shirt wasn't so much of a help .

Barney had just finished with his tattoo and was putting on his shirt when a quiet voice called out for him .

" Barney ? "

The whole crew has gone quiet over your sudden appearance . A woman with dark brown hair and light blue eyes was calling over to their boss .

Barney turned around seeing his little sister's face .

Her neck and collarbone beaten up . Bruises could be seen in all over her face too .

Your hands shacking . And not from happiness for seeing your brother after so many years . Barney new that look .

Fear .

Fear for your life .

" Y/N ? "

You burst into tears while Barney made his way over to you embracing you in a big hug .

Barney's heart broke in a million little pieces from the way you grabbed him . Your now fresh tears staining his shirt .

" Your okay . Your safe now . Come on Y/N , come on honey , please . What happened ? Tell me honey . I'm here . " Barney said to you while gently holding your head .

He wiped your tears trying to sooth all your fears away .

He placed your face in his hands closely observing your bruises .

" Who ? Tell me who did this . Who did this to you honey ? Who was it hm ? "

" James . " You said in a whisper after you had finally calmed down .

James . Your ever first boyfriend and now apparently ex . Barney was furious . Scared that he may followed you all the way here he ordered the rest of the team .

" Search the area . " Barney said to the rest of them . " I want this place to be monitored and safe 24/7 from now on . Be back in 5' we have work to do . " And with that the 5 men stood up ready to follow Barney's order's .

" Gunner , grab your stuff . If anything happens ... I want him dead . "

And for only a moment you locked your eyes with him .

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You could feel his gaze watching you closely this whole time . After the team made sure that your ex isn't nowhere near you , they closed the hangar for the first time in broad daylight .

"Here you go sweetheart, hope you're doing a little bit better. " Toll the tattoo artist said to you while passing over to you a hot cup of tea.

" Thank you so much , I feel a lot better . " You answered to him .

You could see that he was a genuine man that loves you already as much as he loves your brother .

Barney had been asking you questions all this time about your ex .

Lee was searching him up and Yin was making small talk with you trying to get you to smile .

' So do you have a degree or anything like that ? " Yin asked you .

" I have a Bachelors in Psychology and a Masters in Criminal Psychology and now I want to get a PhD in Forensic . " You answered him and Barney chucked proudly .

" Oh . I thought that you worded as a model or something . " Caesar said to you with a chuckle .

Gunner was beyond mad .

" Oh shut up you big idiot . " Lee said to him obviously tensing your awkwardness and standing up for you .

" She has the beauty and the brains . " Barney said .

You smiled .

And Gunner fucking lost it .

He was head over heals for you already .

He would burn this world for you .

He would tear it apart just to get to you .

You caught him looking at you .

You were finally experiencing what love at first sight meant .

What true love is like .

" Christmas is there anything else that we need to know about ? Y/N?" Barney asked , but before you could even answer Lee said "No". And with that Barney stood up from the couch.

" I'm so sorry Y/N " . Lee Christmas said to you while closing his laptop .

He had read your police file report , all of it .

He said quietly for no one to here . Except he heard .

Gunner watched you as your eyes filled with tears .

Then he finally understood .

You were raped .

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Gunner was beyond mad with himself . He was furious . Everytime you were in the same room he you get hard as a rock . Every.Single.Time.

And it was fucking cruel .

Every day he found himself extremely eager to return back to his house .

Sitting on the couch , with his hand on his croch and then his dick fucking his fist .

On the bathroom, on his bedroom , hell even in the hangars bathroom .

He couldn't even get a good night's sleep in these paste few months. Every single night he would experience a couple of wet dreams were he would eat you out for hours . Orgasm upon orgasm . Images of your sweat moans when he licked at you puffy clit .

And everyday it was getting even worse .

He was cumming his pants everytime you would caught him looking at you . How easily you got flustered, your face becoming light pink .

But this time was the worst one .

You were all at the hangar . Toll was fixing Barney's tattoo , Caesar was cleaning some of his knives while watching TV and Lee and Ying were chatting about something .

Gunnar was sitting in his usual spot on the couch drinking his 0% bear , manspreading .

Looking at you .

You were trying to read your book , but you were stuck for what seemed like endless minutes on the same paragraph .

He could see your nipples getting as hard as his dick .

And then he did the impossible .

He placed on of his enormous palms on top of his crotch . Veins popping . Your clit was begging to be touched .

Unfortunately Lee and Yin had caught upon this and told Ceasar .

" Hey Y/N were done , want to see ? " Toll asked you .

" Thank God . " You said and got off the couch while the boys made their way over to Gunner .

" We knew that you were crazy , but are you out of your god damn mind ? " Lee said .

" Yes , he's right , she'e Barney's little sister and plus your way older than her." Caesar added .

" And Barney want's to make you her bodyguard . " Yin said and with that a smirk formed on Gunner's face .

" You are torturing the pure girl . " Lee said .

" Fuck tell that to my dick . Do you think that she wants me back ? " He asked them .

" Dude are you freaking serious right now ? Go for it . " Yin said to him.

" So who's coming to the bar ? " Barney asked the rest of the team .

" Why do I ever bother asking ? " He said to himself knowing fully well that since Y/N was coming they had to be there .

But as everyone was getting ready to leave " Y/N your gonna ride with Gunner . He's your bodyguard from now on . Keep you safe . You know what I mean ? Gunner take the safest road . " Barney said .

" Huh ? What bodyguard ? Barney ! "

This is bad . This is really bad .

Gunner stood up walking towards you . Your face on his chest .

Good Lord.

He was 6'5 nothing compared to your 5'2 frame . He was huge .

He is huge .

He is a large man .

" Come on sugar . " He said leaving you speechless .

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The one and only reason why you were coming with them at bar , was because you would finally meet Lee's girlfriend , Lacy . She was just a couple of years older than you and she had been into an abusive relationship in the past . But Lee was there for her .

" I'm so glad that you're here . I can finally come to the bar with the boys and chat with you and actually have fun . " Lacy said to you , passing you a cold bear . Upon the first sip you immediately realised that it had alcohol in it .

You had a wonderful night with all of them , but you got to say that you and Lacy were a little bit wasted . Laughing uncontrollably when she smacked Lee's bald head and when you made Barney think you were going to smoke pot .

Gunner's eyes haven't left your body in the entire night. He just couldn't stop thinking about your first ride on his motorcycle .

" If you don't wrap your arms around me , you'll fall. " Gunnar had explained to you , hoping to feel your arms around him . " Fine , we'll have it done your way." You spat back doing exactly what he said .

Good God .

You couldn't even reach your hands from how big Gunnar was . But you could feel his abs and his toned chest .

The ride was amazing , even though it was a slightly cold night , the lights of the city were perfect . You were cold and you hadn't realized that you were now glued to Gunner so you could get some of his warmth . Chin rested on top of his right shoulder , your hair dancing with the wind .

Gunner was in absolute bliss from your beauty . Your blue eyes changing colors with the lights of the city , your hair all messy from the wind , your face so close to his nech that he could feel yout wark breath , your hands darted across his torso .

He was glad that he took the bog road to the bar .

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The ride back at the hangar was nice for everyone except for Gunner .

You and Lacy were a little bit drunk , so when it was time to head back home Barney took you with him on his motorcycle , even though Gunner said to him that he would be more then happy to give you a ride back home .

While the boys hang out on the couch , you and Lacy where resting on your bet at the top floor.The place did not have the best soundproof. So when Lacy open up a special conversation with you , everything could be heard from the boys downstairs .

" You know I too had an abusive past relationship , so I know what you've been through . " Lacy said to you , " Yeah , but you had Lee with you . He helped you get out and away from it . You were not alone and afraid . " Lee and the rest of the time sighed happily but their smiled vanishe away right after .

" Y/N what happened ? What did he do to you ? " Lacy asked you with concern to her eyes .

You took a deep and loud breath and with that prepared for hearing the worst .

" He was my first boyfriend since the start of University . There was this fake love at first but then he made his true self known . That's when the abuse started . He yould come back to our shared studio apartment , drunk every single day , with syringe's on his hand , indicating that he had start using cocaine . The beatings came soon after that , he would hit me just because I would try to help him . But that is not even the worst part . " You said and with that you started crying . The whole team was listening carefully .

" That night he came back drunk and high on some drugs . He came in the kitchen with two syringes on his hand . I tried to fight back Lacy , I really did , but he was stronger than me . The next thing I know ? I wake up with the worst possible migraine , my eyes red and my nose bleeding uncontrollably . My lips basted , my whole entire body in pain , scratches on my arms and legs like someone tried holding them down , blood between my legs and two syringes in my left arm . " You told her while crying non stop .

" I am so so sorry honey , What happened next ? " Lacy said while giving you a hug .

" I called an ambulance and I went to the General . I was hospitalised for 3 whole weaks . That bastard had raped me and then tried to kill me . He injected me with both cocaine and meth . " You said and with that Gunner felt the ground shake . His eyes closed in fear , remembering of his dark past but ther her chuckle made him instantly forget about it . He got a couple worried glances from the rest of the team but said nothing . He was okay .

" But I'm trying to leave this in the past . I'm here with you and the guys and I fell more than just safe . I feel loved . I had missed my brother so much . " You said smiling , Lacy agreeing with you .

" So let's just change the subject . " You said in hope of letting go the other thing . " So how is everything with Lee ? You guys love each other so much , you make me happy . " You said to her smiling once again .

" Everything is great . I love him so much . But something is going on with you and someone huh ? " Lacy said to you and in an instant Barney and Gunner were all ears while the others waited for the bomb to drop .

" No , nothings going on with me . Everything is fine . " You said trying to get done with this conversation as well . " Oh come on now I've seen the way Gunner is looking at you . " Lacy said and Hell broke loose .

" What ? " Barney whispered at Gunner and instantly the whole team stood up ready for everything .

" I have feelings for him too , but I'm to afraid you know ? Besides Barney he's gonna have a heart attach at this age . " You said and both laughed not knowing the silent war downstairs .

" I am 100 % absolutely sure that Gunner has the same feelings that you have for him , just wait for the right moment . I'm gonna go now , we both need a bath and a good night's sleep . " And immediately the boys were down at their seats acting like they hadn't been listening their conversation .

" Hey Lacy - leaving so early - ? ? " Different voices could be heard trying to break the akward silence .

" Good night to you too boys , Lee we're leaving . " Lacy said . " See ' ya ! " Lee said leaving quickly .

And then all you could hear was instant shouting between the rest of the team . You grabbed your things and headed downstairs to take a shower and to see what was this all about . The moment you were into their sight , everything stoped .

" I'll just take a shower and then head to bed , so goodnight y'all . I'll see you tomorrow . Had fun today . " You said to them making your way into shower .

" I will give you my permission to date my sister , only because I know that she deserves the best treatment after everything she went through " Barney said to Gunner " But if anything happens to her , I will kill you in an instant . " This could be your last chance Gunner , don't let it leave . " Barney said to his old friend and then slowly rose up from the couch . " That doesn't mean that your free . You still are her bodyguard so from tomorrow on I want you in here 24/7 "

" Of course Boss . And Barney ? Thank you ! " Gunner said to his best friend , now both smiling .

After Barney left Gunner was left to face Ceasar and Ying .

" See that is why I told you to go for it . You are her boyfriend and her bodyguard . " Yin said happily .

" What the Hell was that ? " Ceasar asked confused from the whole thing making Gunner and Yin laugh while the left the hangar .

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To say that you were frustrated with Gunner was an understatement .

It had been a couple of months since you had this conversation with Lacy and nearly half a year with the team . You grew to love them all , but Gunner ...

The sexual tension was becoming increasingly difficult and on top of it ? He was your bodyguard . Meaning ? He was behind you , observing and closesly watching your every step . Your every move .

Plus you had this new problem . Wet dreams . You would see him in your sleep doing unspeakable things . " Taking a shower sugar ? " He asked you in a flirty tone while sitting in the couch drinking a bear and watching TV . " Do you have a problem Gunner , again ? " You spat back , his flirtatious tone driving you mad .

His chuckles made it even worse so you made your way upstairs , sat on your bed reading your new book , leaving him to his own little funny world , doing nothing about this thing ( if you could even call it a thing ) that obviously exists between you .

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" What are you doing ? " You asked Gunner while he started to make his way towards your brothers bed . " Barney is gonna be out of town for a couple of days , so we'll be stuck together for a while . " He answered you . Stuck together ? That did not sound so good . Did he not want to spend 2 days alone with you ?

You thought that you both knew that you had the same feelings for each other but you were waiting for one of you to make the first move?

You gathered all of your courage and asked him . " What do you mean by stuck together ? Have I said or did anything to make you uncomfortable ? I mean I know I can be a little harsh sometimes , but I - i ... really did not meant it that way . I'm so so sorry , I talk to much . I just wanted you to know that I really like you and that - " You rambled but he suddenly cut you off . " You really like me huh ? Do you ? In what way ? " He asked you cutting you off guard .

" Well if you like me in what way do you like me ? " You asked him , trying to sound of pretty cool about this whole interaction .

" In the same way that you do actually . " Gunner answers to you smiling . Oh he was enjoying this . You saw him quietly laughing to himself and a felling of rage washed upon you . You spread out of your bed making your way over his , without noticing that you were in just a shirt and your panties .

" How do you know in what way I like you ? You never even came to me so we could talk about it , only sitting in the couch looking at me with your hands on your pockets and drinking bears . How can you possibly know - " Gunner was so out of this , looking at your breasts and not listening to what you have to say .

Once you stopped talking and realized that he was more intrigued in your nipples , you hide them with your crossed arms . He then looked at you with dark eyes and his hands found their way on yout right hip and at the back of your head . Gunner have had enough . He slammed his lips on top of yours .

After a few seconds you kissed him back . Wanting to taste more of you his hands both slide and grabbed your ass making your mouth to open just a little bit so he could slide in his tongue . You grabbed the back of his neck jumping , him holding you up like you weighted nothing .

The size difference made it even more cruel .

He sat down with you on top of him , placed both of his palms on your hips and started to guiding you on how to move . You slowly started to move back and forth . The clothed riding . You could feel his dick being hard as a rock , and you were sure that you were so wet that you left a pach on top of his groin .

Still kissing you started to ride him a little more fast trying to reach your high. He grabbed your ass rutting against you , the need to cum was just so strong , trying to get more friction . He tried to get you as close as possible , grabbing you so hard , manhandling you , trying to make you reach your high .

Your sweet moans driving him crazy , how much he wanted to feel you , but he knew that was something that you should both talk over first .

Sliding your hands on his hair , his mouth sucked on your neck and collarbones leaving a trail of kisses .

Suddenly your breath hiched and without a second he kept grinding until he felt you cum . The feeling made him cum in his pants not long after , leaving both a mess .

" I want to experience more than just this with you . " You said to quietly to him between the after kisses .

" You're mine . I want you . No I need you . From the moment that I first saw you I knew that you were the one for me . " Gunner said to you looking deep into your eyes and then kissing you .

" I'm gonna be here next to you , waiting for you to get back from missions " - Gunner kissed you again .

But this time it felt caring , it was jentle , indicating love .

But then Gunner felt your body freeze .

" What happened baby ? " He asked you with a worry .

" I can't believe that I just humped my brother's oldest friend on top of his bed ! Oh my God Gunner we almost had sex on top of my brother's bed . " You said to him while laughing .

" That's nothing . We have to catch up for all these months . " Gunnar said as he flipped you over , in need for more .

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PROMPTS FOR EX LOVERS *  assorted awkward dialogue, adjust as necessary

i didn't think you came to this place anymore!

well, this just got awkward.

is that your new girlfriend?

fancy running into you here.

i was never good enough for you.

been a long time since i last saw you.

you left this at my place. thought i'd bring it over.

so... can we talk?

i've moved on from you.

you haven't changed a bit.

you're still the asshole i once knew.

can we not do this here?

life's been hard without you.

i think we can work it out.

i'm still in love with you.

we were never meant to be.

i can't believe i used to date you.

do you have a second to talk?

seriously? out of all the things to talk about?

at least we tried to make it work.

you never gave me back my things.

is that your new boyfriend?

i really don't need this right now.

we didn't part ways on very good terms.

i'd like to apologize for how i acted.

it was good to have some time apart.

you should probably go.

somehow i'm managing.

i'm not sticking around to find out.

you look... good.

can we not do this in front of them?

i still think about you all the time.

you changed your hair.

don't you dare try and blame me for that.

is that your new partner?

i deserve an apology.

this is a little awkward, i have to admit.

i was hoping i'd see you again.

you two make a cute couple.

i don't love you anymore.

i never gave up on us.

you were never there for me.

when i needed you most, you were gone.

i'll never forgive you for what you did.

we're never getting back together.

let's sit at our old table.

of course i still know your order.

i never want to see you again.

how've you been since we last spoke?

a lot of things have happened since we broke up.

do you ever think about what happened between us?

there are a lot of things i wish i could take back.

i never should have said those things.

i missed that smile of yours.

you deserved better than that, you know.

i was never good for you.

we never would have worked out, anyway.

we make better friends.

was the sex was good, at least?

you look really good. i'm happy for you.

i never like how it ended between us.

i'll regret saying this, but i still have love for you.

i'm leaving. don't follow me.

you're wearing the perfume i bought you.

no hard feelings, i swear.

you look happy with them.

we just couldn't make it. that's okay.

can i buy you a drink? for old times' sake?

what are you doing later?

are you seeing someone new?

i knew you'd be dating them.

this reminds me of the night we met.

you shouldn't talk like that.

don't flirt with me.

it's been a while since we broke up.

i wish you'd just go.

if i stay, it'll just make things awkward.

you needed me, and i failed you.

how long did it take you to find someone new?

i was a lousy partner.

i was so focused on myself that i didn't realize you were suffering.

breaking up with you was the worst decision i ever made.

i'd like to start seeing you again.

let's try again. see what happens.

will you give me another chance?

try to see it my way.

can we take this outside?

before you ask, no, i'm not sleeping with anyone.

i actually enjoy being single.

i need some time to work on myself before i start dating again.

[samoankpoper21]

She's the One - Semi Eita

Summary: Semi writes a song as a means to confess to you

Tags: semi canon + modern au

As the crowd quieted down the main singer Keeho of your partner Semi Eita's band flashed his million dollar smile. "Ah man you guys are amazing! Before we end the show we're debuting a song that our guitarist Semi Eita wrote." cheers erupted, Keeho waiting patiently for the cheers to subside. "Now please don't be heartbroken after hearing this song," A chorus of awws filled the stadium. "Our dear guitarist wrote this with the girl he wanted to confess to in mind." Another set of awws filled the stadium. Slowly the chant of storytime! filled the air you clapping and chanting along with the fans.

You were assigned as Semi's partner serving alongside him as a civil servant and once you laid your eyes upon him you were instantly attracted to him, not hiding the fact either. You were confident in your body and you made sure to let your partner know how good looking you found him relishing in how red his face got every time you complimented or praised him. "Good job today Semi-san." "That shirt looks really good on you." "In case you haven't heard it today you look amazing in that suit." You were pretty sure your "flirting" was bordering on harassment but thankfully (1) Semi hasn't reported you or complained and (2) he bashfully accepted each compliment with a blush hiding his smile. When he began to extend the invites to his gigs you happily accepted. Perks? Being front row without having to pay front row prices.

Semi was relieved when you outright told him upon your first meeting, "Oh wow you're hot." Taken aback at your outburst he blushed mumbling a thanks to you, unknown to you that he too was drawn to your wide melanated frame and confidence. The long nights you stayed late in the office to work on a tedious project he found himself daydreaming about how heavenly it would be to just rest with you, him picturing your pillowy body underneath him as he laid his head on your chest, tummy, thighs his hands roaming and squeezing each fat and roll with delight as you ran your fingers through his silver locks. He loved the red tint that painted your cheeks when you were drunk, smiling and even more bold with your affirmations towards him. What really sealed the deal for him was how, despite how heartbroken you have been - you had caught your ex cheating and hid in a corner during lunch to cry - you made it a point to take care of him. That day he wanted to run towards you and engulf you in a hug whispering nothing but sweet affirmations to you, reaffirming that you are enough for him. He fell for how big your heart was and how you accepted him and all his flaws.

Semi sheepishly smiled stepping towards his mic. "Um...this person means a lot to me. We met 3 years ago at my other job. She has gone to bars with me listening to all my stories until 2 in the morning, has stayed with me late into the night when we were forced to take on this heavy project, always looks out for me by bringing me food, making sure I'm getting enough sleep. She has been my main source of strength, comfort, and reliability but she doesn't realize that she means all these things to me so hopefully by tonight she'll understand." The stadium filled with awws as the wheels in your brain started turning: 3 years ago? His other job? I met him 3 years ago and I'm pretty sure he's talking about the sector job Is it...me? I'm pretty sure I'm the only one he's worked on projects with...right? Could it be? No way...there's no way...right???

The lights dimmed, cheers erupted, and the minor keys of a piano soared throughout the stadium.

She's the one, got me all messed up I could write a million songs but I know it's not enough

You watched as Semi's beautiful hands began delicately plucking at the strings of his guitar as the lead singer and bassist Minoru started singing.

She's so beautiful and I know she knows it She know how to think, yeah she always owns it But I just haven't told her yet No I just haven't told her

Keeho took over again, the lyrics wrapping themselves around you like a blanket.

She makes, my knees feel weak She makes my drink feel stronger, ayy Can't eat, can't sleep, can't dream Can't wait any longer, any longer now

Semi locked eyes with you, his stare intentional, making sure to hold your gaze, his fingers never faltering as he directed the lyrics to you.

She's the one, got me all messed up I could write a million songs but I know it's not enough 'Cause she's the one I get feelings from I could write a million songs but I know it's not enough 'Cause she probably doesn't even know this song's about her

Your breath caught in your throat as the realization hit you, tears slowly forming in your eyes, Semi smiling sweetly at you upon the realization that you received his confession. With your hands clasped you nodded mouthing "I love you too."

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A/N: Y'all listen to Monsta X ^^ but on a serious note right when I heard this song I was like what if Semi penned this? ^^ Enjoy~!!

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