#spare requests? spare requests ma'am?

[itsyourstarboy]

These are still open btw, I love doing doodle requests

Especially the specifically random prompts

WHAT'S THIS????

DOODLE REQUESTS!?!?!?

Send them in >:3

[serendippertyy]

Please... please ma'am... could I bother you to spare some Abstragedy (Gangle x Zooble) for my collection... ple ase.... my family needs to eat... coughs with the plague....

drawing every tadc ship part 5

the highly requested abstragedy is HERE 🎭🔺

[quixotical-lymbo]

Helloooo! I've never requested before... so this is my first time. (Is this how I request? I'm still clueless with Tumblr)

If you can! Could you do TFO Sentinel Prime x Advisor Cybertronian Reader? 😽

Pairing: Sentinel Prime x gn!advisor!Reader Rating: SFW-ish Summary: Working to keep the city of Iacon running as efficiently as possible proves to be difficult when the bot in charge has a tendency to throw a wrench in your plans. Warnings/Tags: cybertronian reader, implied toxic dynamics, brief mention of vomiting, one-sided attraction, or is it?, and corruption. Word Count: 1400+ words 

Digits danced along the bright screen detailing the reports of data collected from the guards overseeing the mines. Your optics brightened as you processed the numbers and spotted a few increases. 

Shifting your weight from pede to pede, your lower derma was bitten as you narrowed in on the section of the report where the increase was evident. 

This meant another promotion was on the horizon, perhaps you should schedule a meeting with-

The datapad in your servos disappeared and when you snapped your gaze to glare at the thief, the heat of your glare was extinguished into an optic ridge lifting as your helm craned to look up at the face of your superior who came into view. 

"___." Hearing your destination roll off his glossa felt like a group of scraplets biting at your circuits. Eating away at you until you're nothing left but an empty husk of everything wrong with you. 

"...Sentinel," You greeted with a nod. Your optics locked onto the datapad before switching between the device and his face. Your arm lifted briefly as your digits curled slightly toward the pad. "May I…?" 

"Oh…this thing?" Sentinel rose the datapad above his helm, knowing your stature couldn't reach such heights. "You want this…why?" 

"It is mine." 

"And?" 

"I need it, sir." 

"Is that so?" Sentinel observed the way your dermas pursed and digits flexed stiffly. The mech felt a warm fuzzy feeling erupt in his chassis in seeing you squirm within his presence. The tip of his glossa swiped over his bottom derma, "Y'know, I've been meaning to ask you a few things and I think this is the perfect time to do so!" 

"But I-" 

"-what do you do in your spare time? Me, I like to…"

You squeezed your optics shut and blocked out the sound from your audials. Your fears grew as Sentinel turned on his heel and walked away with your datapad in servo. 

You really needed it back to be able to continue your work. Without the sensitive information on your personal datapad, you wouldn't be able to sit still for the rest of the chord unless you did something productive for the day.

"...___? You there?" 

You snapped out of your stupor and stared dumbly as Sentinel rose his own optic ridge. The corner of his intake curved upward as he shook the datapad in his servo, "Come on, I gotta show you something." 

Despite the alarm bells going off in your processor, you obeyed his silent order and followed him to his office. The large room made you visibly shrink into yourself as memories from long ago flashed in your helm.

This was the place that was a stark reminder of where you learned...that for the first time. 

 

"Where are we going, ma'am?" 

Airachnid didn't turn to look at you, not that she needed to, and simply said, "You'll see." 

You looked around the unfamiliar area. Weird, thin blade-like things sprouted from the ground and were abundant in the mountainous terrain the two of you were trekking on. 

You were halted by a servo placed in front of your chassis and when you glanced up to see Airachnid's digit pointing in a direction you followed it to see-

Your intake twisted in knots.

Sentinel, Quintessons, ships, so many ships. 

Your internal fans kicked in as your frame began heating up. You felt dizzy, nauseous even, and you somehow found the strength to lock your blurry optics to the larger femme.

The corners of her dermas stretched upward. 

You turned your helm and vomited. 

You flinched when a heavy servo landed on your shoulder pad.

"Ah!" You stumbled forward as Sentinel pushed you along toward the large windows overlooking the city. You stood straight when the servo on your shoulder lowered to the area just above your aft. 

A shudder dragged its cold digit up your back strut. The false Prime's laugh brought forth a second. 

"It's been sometime since you became my assistant, huh?" Sentinel began. "I remember the first time I met you! Heh, can't believe you couldn't look at me in the optic because of how nervous you were…but after you warmed up to me, you were quite the yapper." 

You acknowledged his words with a nod. The digits rubbing against your back paused as the expression on Sentinel's face plate darkened. 

"I missed that." 

You broke your neutral expression to look at him. 

"You, being chatty and all, now you're….boring," Sentinel patted your aft and snickered when you jumped. He turned away from you and walked over to his desk, plopping on the chair he threw the datapad on his desk and slightly shifted his legs to leave them comfortably spread. 

"What changed?" As if feigning ignorance, the mech had the nerve to appear sad. 

You stalled for a moment, optics shifting and digits digging into the palm of your servos, "I…um, got busy. It's no easy feat helping someone like you–"

Sentinel's optics narrowed and you quickly sputtered out, "-someone as famous, uh, fabulous, and..um…and well-loved run a city!" 

"Ok, ok, I get it, really." Sentinel Prime waved a servo. "You're…'busy.'" 

"Yes, sir." 

"Hm." Sentinel's optics racked over your frame. "You work a lot so you must be tired, c'mere and get off your pedes for a while." 

"Oh, I shouldn't." 

"I don't remember asking, ___." Sentinel moved one servo to rest on his lap. "Sit." 

You inched over to the desk and made your way around it, but your wrist was caught and before you knew it, you stumbled back and fell onto the mech's lap. You immediately moved to get off but an arm snaked around your midsection plating and caged you against a broad chassis. The heat radiating off of the mech behind you caused you to stiffen. 

"There you go, sweetspark." Sentinel cooed. "Let's continue where we left off, 'kay?"

"Now, what's so important it's managed to steal your attention away from me?" 

"...there's been an increase in miner productivity," You mumbled. 

"...that's what's got you in a tizzy?" Sentinel mulled over what you said before peeking over at the datapad disregarded at the corner of his desk. A noise left him as he nodded, "Oh, right…the method you mentioned in the last meeting we had…it worked?" 

"Yes," You slowly crept out of your shell. "Allowing the miners to work without tight restrictions, more breaks, and even adding more recreational areas for their enjoyment has yielded good results." 

You paused to check Sentinel's face plate. He was leaning back against the chair, the side of his helm resting against two digits as a soft smile etched onto his dermas. When you hesitated, Sentinel gestured for you to continue as his other servo rested on your hip. 

"...and I-" You continued after gaining the green-light and divulged into your plan. Sometimes, you would catch the blue and gold mech glancing between your animated servos and the lower half of your face plate. Despite this, you felt…safe. Safe enough to ramble on and on about your plans and future aspirations for the city. 

"...and I've been thinking, why not try to use some of my free time to look through our database to find information on where the matrix is-" 

The servo on your hip dug into your plating causing you to hiss. Sentinel heard and removed his servo from you, "Ah, sorry." 

He didn't sound like he meant it. 

"Matrix?" Sentinel inquired with a loop-sided grin. "You what to try and…find it?" 

"Well, maybe, I don't know the logistics, but if I can find a lead maybe you won't have to continue the deal with-" 

"-shh, shh, shh," Sentinel cupped the side of your face and leaned down. The distance between you two caused your optics to grow in size, you don't even know if you're breathing anymore. 

"Let's talk about something other than work…hey, what kind of drink do you like? Wait, wait,  better yet, let me get us some. I'll buy the whole bar out." 

You couldn't find the words to deny his request and watched as Sentinel pressed a digit to the side of his helm to comm some bot to bark his request. 

 

…this'll be a long evening. 

😼 - I do not give permission for anyone to translate, copy, republish, or plagiarize any of my written works. I provide no permission for any of my literary works to be used in artificial intelligence. banners by @kodaswrld !!

[m0chisenpai]

Hi, could you do a Louis x Fem!reader x Armand? Like something where they are both obsessed with her and maybe she a little oblivious even tho they give her what ever she wants. I love your others too by the way.🫶🏼

desires of the heart

˚｡⋆ louis de pointe du lac x black!fem!reader x armand

in which she has two immortals wrapped around her little finger

Author note: this sounds similarish to a loumand fic I got previously so I’m gonna build onto that one

Time in the penthouse seems to move slower. The days and nights felt blurred from adjusting your schedule to the ‘vampires’ Daniel interviews. And with each passing day, more and more do the vampires find themselves falling deeper into your heart. It is your own fault for falling for a pair of supernatural fanatics, though now they have proved their inhumane nature.

You had their own dead ones in the palm of your hand yet you remained so oblivious to it.

You find yourself spending your time less in your room and more in their company as they begin to reach the end. Daniel mentions during one of your dinners together that he finds them to be stalling. Louis speaks slower, finds himself struggling to remember certain parts.

It irritates him, but as you sit across him barely touching your own meal Daniel ends his rushing.

“Those books, are the older ones right?” You watch Armand hover above in the collection looking for more pictures of Claudia for your personal “research”. In your spare time you’ve begun compiling information from her journals and diaries, looking for pictures to put a face to the voice of the woman trapped in a child’s body.

“Yes, some of these are beyond your time,” he looks down at you slowly allowing himself to settle in front of you. You push your frames back up the bridge of your nose so you can properly look at the elder vampire.

“Can I see them?”

Louis watches amused from his seat as Armand holds you close to show you the books. Slowly he glides back up with you in his arms following your direction till you pick a small stack to sit with Louis and look through.

These are older photographs from his years in New Orleans. Family pictures, pictures from his childhood.

"Aw what happened to the fro? That's the cutest baby afro I have seen!" you pout as Louis pulls a family picture out. And he rolls his eyes as you pull your phone to take a picture.

"Times were different," Louis rolls his eyes and you scoff at his vague response. You page through the album carefully with gloved hands as you look at the dearly cared aged photos.

"Is that him?" your eyes settle on a duo picture, him and his brother side by side. Louis can only nod, his lips pressed in a line as you stare. In the picture his brother stands behind him, hand on his shoulder. He remembers that day fondly. They bickered on what to wear and settle on a pair of their old father's suits. "He was handsome. Definitely a sweetheart, I can tell by how he's looking at you here in this one."

When you look up at you him, you smile "I see you take after him." Before Louis can respond one of the workers has entered. Interrupting your bubble of peace. "Mr.Molloy has requested you in his room ma'am."

Armand's face immediately ices over into a glare, his response fiery. "Tell Mr.Molloy if he wishes for his help to return he can come and get them himself. She is not a dog."

"It's alright, the old fart does this all the time in the office." You go to stand stretching your arms overhead and quickly rubbing your forearms for friction. You're cold, Louis observes the goosebumps across your freckled shoulders from the slouch neck sweater you wear.

When you are are out of ear shot Louis speaks to the worker.

"Have the shoppers come in tomorrow morning for Mr.Molloy's intern. The girl needs proper clothing. My companion will be there to assist further."

Much to Daniel's distaste. you are like a child in a candy shop pointing to sweaters from Ralph Lauren's upcoming fall collection. But he hides his distaste giving you a smile when you happily show him the sweater that was 'giving Rory Gilmore but I wear it better.' Armand sits watching as you soar through racks and picking your items of choice.

You hesitate when a woman approaches holding a cases of lenses, "we offer these in prescription of course."

"Oh no these are fine."

"Pick one." Armand finally speaks up. When you look at him he is now sitting up, but the way he sits with his legs crossed, an arm draped across the back while the other rests atop his knee. His eyes a show of dominance, as if daring you to say no to him.

You settle on a thick marbled brown pair. But he stands to move in front of you, picking up a few for you to try. You try on several till you are pushing his hands away.

"The jade green ones as well as the golden wired ones for her," you grumble watching as he picks up the two for the woman to box. "We will have your prescription sent as soon as possible."

"Thank you but, this a bit much for a few days stay."

"We have no issue providing you your comforts whilst you work on the novel."

"Ok but-"

He raises a brow that silences any opposition. When you offer no more pushback, Armand places his hand on the small of your back, guiding you to the women who begin to drape you in abayas and scarves for your hair.

Daniel can only huff and look back to his laptop.

'CLEARLY three idiots in love with one another. Female is too incompetent to discern vampires obsession, affections.' He underlines idiots smirking to himself as he scribbles more notes about the three of you down.

You're nearing the end of the interviews. You can tell cause they spend any bit of time of the days glued to your side. You don't bring it up, you accidentally mentioned it in passing to Louis and his entire demeanor once so warm and gentle became...rigid.

He didn’t speak to you that night, but Armand was there to placate your worries.

Louis sits beside you on the couch now. Watching you listen and take notes. One earbud while your hand stops and moves to write at the most random of moments.

He’s eerily still with the only movement behind his eyes watching and hearing every single thing.

These days he's more brazen in his affections. Sitting closer, allowing his hand to linger when he passes your chai, playing with the baby curls at the nape of your neck. But there is something even more intimate as he sits beside you, watching you.

"Gonna keep staring me down like a creep?"

His lips perk up, "sorry cher. Just memorizing your face."

Your fingers stop typing, your train of thought halts for a second till they both return at the steady pace you had going. You’ll give him that one, your heart did feel fuzzy. But you’ll be damned to cry.

"Can a vampire love?"

Louis shifts a bit in his seat tilting his head upward, you wonder if he is avoiding your gaze or truly in thought. "I believe we feel immensely. Everything feels...deeper. Almost too much if I am quite honest. I think that’s why so many of us choose the sleep. These feelings are magnified."

Now it’s your turn to look up. "But if your entire being is dead, what is it that allows you to feel again? Your heart no longer works, your brain must not function, or maybe it does. But you are dead. How can the dead feel?"

Ah, that mind of yours. Louis loved it deeply. His eyes flicker to his joined palms till they return on you.

"I've heard stories, seen elder vampires that lived many lifetimes take their life because of the loneliness. At times, I myself felt it. It’s the silence, but as I said before you feel it double, he’ll even triple than the loneliness you may feel at times. Had our feelings died with us, then I do not think they would put an end to themselves."

You nod, pausing for a moment again. To feel that much it’s scary. It must be even scarier to love. Falling in love now, heartbreak even feels like it takes over your whole body. But to feel that even more, how can anyone survive through that?

"I feel it too," you pause for a moment, "it's the worst." When Louis doesn’t respond, you blank your lack of sleep or the stress of work that leaves you open and vulnerable. “I don’t think I could survive it. Loving at least. It hurts and it’s always taking. Leaving you high and dry in the end. I don’t….i couldn’t handle that again.”

Though Louis respects your boundaries, he feels the buzz in your bones. He hears the tremor in your voice, sees the mist of tears sitting in your eyes. A desire sitting on your lips. “What do you need?” It comes out as a whisper, yet it feels so loud.

And your response is just as quiet, “can you…can you just hold me. Please, Louis.”

The laptop shut and atop the table, and he is holding you close. Your eyes slowly fall shut as you wrap your arms back around him. He pulls you atop him and you squeeze him back hiding your face in the nook of his shoulder.

He must be shushing you or speaking but you can’t hear it, all you can do is soak this in.

You feel complete again, so whole.

[newobsessionweekly]

Under the radar

Main masterlist | 9-1-1 masterlist

Evan "Buck" Buckley x Bradford!reader

Crossover 911 x The Rookie

Fandom: 911; The Rookie

Summary: You and Buck are happily together in a relationship kept away from your big brother, Tim. Little did you know he's going to find out in a not so pleasant way.

A/N: Crossover! I looove this. Tim would surely be an overprotective brother, looking out for his sister every step. I loved the chemistry between Tim and Angela and how they have that brother-sister kind of relationship and couldn't help myself. I love Buck too. Hope you like it and can't wait for your feedback. Thank you for your support! Lots of love, bubs! I really appreciate all of you.

Fluff | A bit of angst

Requested: no

Words: 5.4k

Warnings: Description of a pileup, unconsciousness, hurt, fire

You wake up to the sound of your alarm blaring, groaning as you roll over and squint at the bright light filtering through the curtains. Another day, another shift. You stretch, feeling the knots in your muscles protest from the previous day's exertion and made your way to the kitchen.

Tim groaned as he poured himself a cup of coffee, his expression as sour as the burnt toast sitting on the kitchen counter. "Morning," he muttered, barely sparing a glance in your direction.

You were lost in your own little world, your phone held tightly in your hand as you typed away furiously. A dreamy smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you texted Buck, your heart skipping a beat with each message exchanged.

You: Morning, sunshine

Buck: Good morning, beautiful. Did you dream of me last night?

Your feelings for Buck had blossomed gradually, like a delicate flower unfolding under the warmth of the sun. It had started innocently enough, with casual conversations and shared laughter during your shifts. But as you worked side by side, facing danger and disaster together, your bond had deepened into something more profound.

"Thank you for not ignoring me," your brother remarks sarcastically, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

You: Maybe... or maybe I dreamt of murdering Tim. Anyways I did had a good sleep.

Buck: Ouch, right in the heart! But seriously, can't wait to see you today.

Finally emerging from your daydream, you blink blearily, trying to focus on Tim's figure looming over you."Sorry," you mumbled, finally tuning into the conversation. "What were you saying?"

Tim eyed you suspiciously, his grumpiness giving way to mild annoyance. "You sleep well?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

You: Sameee. Just don't forget to bring coffee, or else I'll have to reconsider this whole relationship.

Buck: Yes, ma'am.

You nodded absentmindedly, a dopey smile spreading across your face as you relived your daydream. "Uh-huh," you replied, barely suppressing a yawn.

"What's with the smile, huh?" he eyes you suspiciously, his gaze lingering on your phone "Who are you texting?" he asks, his tone tinged with curiosity.

You feel a pang of guilt gnawing at your insides, knowing that if you tell Tim the truth, it could lead to a confrontation you're not ready for. But at the same time, you can't bring yourself to lie to him, not after everything you've been through together.

You found yourself drawn to Buck's magnetic charm, his unwavering dedication to his job, and his genuine kindness towards others. He had a way of making you feel safe and understood, of easing the burdens that weighed heavy on your shoulders. And as you spent more time together, you couldn't deny the growing affection that bloomed within your heart.

"Just picturing all the ways I'm gonna kill you some day," you quip, a mischievous glint in your eye.

All you can think about is Buck – his bright blue eyes that sparkled with mischief, his tousled blonde hair that fell effortlessly across his forehead, his strong, lean frame that radiated confidence and strength.

Tim rolls his eyes, but a hint of amusement flickers in his expression. "Very funny. You know, you're lucky I even let you live here rent-free."

"Yeah, yeah, remind me again why I agreed to be your roommate?" you retort, stretching lazily.

"Because you're too lazy to find your own place, that's why," Tim shoots back without missing a beat.

Your mind drifts back to Buck, his infectious laughter ringing in your ears. You can't help but smile at the thought of him, your heart fluttering at the mere mention of his name. But as Tim's voice pulls you back to reality, a pang of guilt washes over you. You know you should tell Tim about your relationship with Buck, but the fear of his disapproval holds you back.

"Lazy? Says the guy who leaves his dirty socks all over the living room," you tease, poking fun at his infamous habit.

"Hey, those socks are strategically placed as a warning to any potential intruders," Tim defends himself, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"Right, because nothing scares off burglars like the smell of your sweaty feet," you counter, unable to suppress a giggle.

"You're hilarious, you know that?" Tim chuckles, shaking his head.

"Just calling it like I see it, Timmy," you reply cheekily.

"Don't call me that," Tim grumbles, though there's a trace of fondness in his voice.

"Whatever you say, Timmy," you tease, unable to resist poking fun at him.

"Ugh, you're impossible," Tim declares with mock exasperation.

"You love me, though," you say with a grin, knowing full well how much your brother cares for you.

"Yeah, yeah, don't push it," Tim replies, though there's a softness to his tone. "Well, I was actually gonna ask if you wanted to grab breakfast before we head out. There's this new place that just opened up-" he continues, but you quickly interrupt.

"Sorry, Tim, I can't. Got to get to the station early today," you interject hastily, hoping he won't press further.

"Early? Since when do you voluntarily show up early?" Tim's brow furrows in confusion.

"Since today! Gotta, uh, organize some... stuff," you lie, willing him to drop the subject before he uncovers your secret.

Tim eyes you suspiciously, but eventually shrugs, deciding not to push further. "Alright, suit yourself. Just don't forget to lock up before you leave."

"Got it," you reply, already mentally preparing yourself for the day ahead.

As Tim heads out the door, you let out a sigh of relief, grateful for the brief reprieve. But as you gather your things and make your way to the station, the weight of your secret hangs heavy on your shoulders. You know you can't keep hiding forever, but the thought of confronting Tim fills you with dread.

For now, you push aside your fears and focus on the task at hand, burying yourself in your work and trying to ignore the nagging voice in the back of your mind. But deep down, you know that sooner or later, you'll have to face the truth and find the courage to tell Tim about the man who has stolen your heart.

As the morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room, you found yourself wrapped in Buck's arms, the two of you basking in the quiet intimacy of the moment. His touch was gentle against your skin, each caress igniting a spark of affection within you.

"Morning, sunshine," Buck murmured, his voice soft and filled with warmth.

You playfully nuzzled closer to him, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Hey, handsome," you replied, your heart fluttering at the sight of his endearing smile.

As Buck gazed at you, his heart swelled with a mixture of love and adoration. To him, you were a vision of beauty, your features illuminated by the soft morning light. Your eyes sparkled with warmth, reflecting the depth of your soul. He could lose himself in the depths of your gaze for hours, finding solace and comfort in the silent connection you shared.

He grinned as he handed you a steaming cup of coffee. "Here's your coffee, as promised," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Oh! You're my hero," you teased, taking a grateful sip of the warm brew.

"Speaking of heroes," Buck said, a playful glint in his eye, "How about I save you from Tim tonight? A little date at my place. I'll get some pizza, we can continue our show. How does that sound?"

Your smile was like sunshine, lighting up the room and chasing away the darkness. It was infectious, capable of lifting his spirits even on the darkest of days. And when you laughed, it was music to his ears, a melody that echoed in his heart and filled him with joy.

You raised an eyebrow, unable to suppress a teasing grin. "Sounds like you want to save Tim," you quipped, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. "But its perfect."

As you settled back into his embrace, enjoying the peaceful moment, Buck's fingers traced gentle patterns on your skin, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. His touch was a soothing balm, a tangible reminder of the love and affection you shared.

It was the way you moved with grace and confidence, a silent strength that drew him to you like a moth to a flame. Your touch was gentle yet powerful, capable of soothing his soul with a single caress.

In your presence, Buck felt a sense of peace and contentment that he had never known before. You were his anchor in the storm, his rock in times of uncertainty. He cherished every moment spent with you, treasuring the memories you shared like precious gems.

But above all else, it was your love that meant the most to Buck. It was a love that transcended words, a bond that defied logic and reason. With you by his side, he felt invincible, ready to face whatever challenges life threw his way.

As he looked at you now, snuggled close in his arms, Buck couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude. And as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, he silently vowed to cherish you, to love you with every fiber of his being, for you were the light of his life.

You cuddled together, enjoying each other's presence, while Buck took a sip of his coffee. "It's a quiet morning," he remarked, his voice laced with contentment.

"Hey there, big guy, don't jinx it," you teased, snuggling closer to him. "I won't survive another catastrophe today."

Buck chuckled, leaning in to steal another kiss. "Make me shut up, then," he murmured against your lips, his touch sending shivers of delight through your body.

Just then, Hen's voice broke through the tranquility of the moment. "Morning, love birds. You're here early."

You exchanged a sheepish glance with Buck before responding. "Just wanted some peace and quiet. Tim's been overly grumpy and asking a lot of questions lately."

Across the room, Hen busied herself with her morning routine, flashing you a knowing smile as she prepared for the day ahead. Eddie glanced up from his paperwork, curiosity evident in his expression as he listened to your conversation.

"You still didn't tell him yet?" Eddie asked, his tone gentle yet probing.

"It's none of his business," you replied firmly. "But ever since what happened to Lucy and the serial killer she met at the bar, he's been overly protective."

Hen nodded in understanding, her gaze filled with empathy. "Not surprised. That man has seen a lot of bad things. And people."

"You should tell him, it'll be easier for both of you," Eddie suggested gently, his eyes meeting yours with unwavering support.

Before you could respond, the shrill sound of the alarm shattered the silence, announcing multiple calls at once. Everyone turned their attention to Buck, who raised his arms playfully in surrender.

You leaned into Buck, stealing a quick kiss before jumping into action. "You're in trouble, and I don't think I can save you this time," you whispered teasingly, a playful glint in your eye as you prepared for the day ahead.

When you arrived at the scene, the full extent of the chaos became apparent. A pileup on the highway had caused a scene of utter devastation, with mangled cars strewn haphazardly across the road. Smoke billowed from the wreckage, obscuring the sky with a thick haze.

"My brother's here," you muttered, your voice tinged with resignation as you spotted Tim amidst the chaos.

Without hesitation, you and Hen rushed to assess the situation, your training kicking in as you surveyed the scene. Tim followed closely behind, his expression serious as he briefed you on the situation.

"Multiple vehicles involved, injuries reported," Tim explained, his voice tense with urgency. "We need to triage and assess the scene before you can begin extraction."

You couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration at the news. "What did you do until now?" you demanded, your tone gruff with irritation.

Tim sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping with weariness. "We tried to do some triage, but there are much more people trapped in cars than we thought," he admitted, his voice strained with exhaustion.

With a shared glance, you and Hen wasted no time in getting to work, your focus laser-sharp as you assessed the situation and began to formulate a plan of action. Despite the chaos surrounding you, you felt a sense of determination coursing through your veins, a fierce resolve to save as many lives as possible.

Eddie joined you, lending a helping hand as you worked together to triage the injured as Buck and Bobby prepared the necessary equipment, coordinating with the rest of the team.

Buck's eyes never strayed far from you, his gaze filled with concern and admiration as he watched you work. You spotted one victim in particular who needed immediate assistance. Their car showed signs of imminent danger, with smoke billowing from the engine and flames licking at the edges of the wreckage. The victim was unconscious, barely breathing, and time was of the essence.

"Buck! I need your help over here!" you called out urgently, your voice cutting through the chaos.

Without hesitation, Buck rushed to your side, his expression filled with determination as he assessed the situation. Tim couldn't help but notice the glances exchanged between you and Buck, couldn't deny the bond that existed between you and Buck, nor the unwavering support of Buck by your side.

"Bradford, take the conscious and slightly hurt victims out of the cars and away from this place," you instructed your brother, your voice firm with authority.

Tim nodded in acknowledgment, his gaze filled with pride as he followed your orders without question. With a shared glance, you and Buck continued to work tirelessly, your determination unwavering as you fought to save lives amidst the chaos of the scene.

The flames danced menacingly around the wrecked car as you and Buck exchanged a brief, determined glance before springing into action. With a sense of urgency, you assessed the situation, noting the victim's precarious position amidst the wreckage. Their breathing was shallow, and time was running out.

Working quickly but methodically, you and Buck coordinated your efforts, communicating silently as you devised a plan of action. Buck moved to one side of the car, while you positioned yourself on the other, your hearts pounding in unison as you prepared to extract the victim from the burning wreckage.

With practiced precision, you reached into the car, carefully maneuvering around the flames as you worked to stabilize the victim's condition. Buck mirrored your movements, his touch gentle yet firm as he assisted you in securing the victim's vital signs.

Tim's watchful gaze lingered on you and Buck as you worked together, his eyes narrowing slightly as he observed the subtle exchange between you. He couldn't help but notice the way your hands lingered on each other's, the way Buck never left your side in face of danger, guarding you from the fire.

You synchronized your movements, lifting the victim free from the wreckage with practiced precision. The flames licked at the edges of the car, threatening to engulf you in their fiery embrace, but you refused to be deterred, your determination unwavering as you fought to save the victim's life.

With a collective effort, you and Buck carried the victim to safety, laying them gently on the ground as you assessed their condition. Their breathing was shallow, their pulse weak, but there was hope yet. With swift yet careful movements, you administered emergency medical treatment, your hands moving with practiced precision as you fought to stabilize the victim's condition.

And as the flames finally engulfed the wrecked car, sending plumes of smoke billowing into the sky, your hearts racing with adrenaline as you watched the scene unfold before you.

When the last of the victims were safely extricated and the flames were extinguished, the chaos of the scene began to dissipate, replaced by an eerie calm. You gathered around the ambulance, watching as police officers worked to ease the flow of traffic, their lights flashing in the fading light of day.

Buck's arm was wrapped around your waist, a comforting presence amidst the chaos. He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his voice filled with admiration as he spoke.

"You were incredible out there, Y/N," Buck murmured, his eyes shining with pride. "And so beautiful in action."

You couldn't help but smile at his words, the warmth of his praise filling you with a sense of accomplishment. With Buck by your side, you felt invincible, ready to face whatever challenges came your way.

But as the scene began to return to normalcy, Tim approached with Lucy by his side. You and Buck subtly distanced yourselves, exchanging a quick glance of understanding. Tim's eyes flickered back and forth between you and Buck as he spoke, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern.

It was killing you to keep your love a secret, especially from your brother. Eddie's words painfully echoed through your mind, knowing that telling Tim might ease the awkward tension. But it might as well make it worse, considering Tim's opinion regarding Buck.

There was this general misconception of police officers about the other branch of first responders. In Tim's mind, Buck was this reckless guy, putting himself in danger without hesitation, without considering the risks. He is way out of your league, he thought. Fearing that one day, Buck's action will put you in danger as well.

Buck was this ball of happiness and joy, leaving the impression of childishness. But he was more than that. Buck was selfless, putting everyone's life upon his. He was this ray of sunshine, warming everyone's day.

"Damn, Y/N, you were seriously badass out there," Tim exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "You did a great job."

You couldn't help but grin at your brother's praise, his approval meaning more to you than words could express. Despite the occasional clashes and disagreements, Tim's support was unwavering, a constant source of strength and encouragement.

"Thanks, Tim," you replied, your tone sincere as you exchanged a brief hug with your brother. "I appreciate it."

Lucy chimed in, her eyes shining with admiration. "Seriously, you guys were like superheroes out there," she said, her voice filled with awe. "I don't know how you do it."

Buck chuckled, a playful twinkle in his eye. "Just another day at the office," he quipped.

Tim's gaze lingered on you and Buck for a moment longer, his brow furrowed in silent contemplation. Lucy nudged him gently, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Tim's expression softened, his gaze filled with concern,"Be safe out there, okay?"

You nodded in acknowledgment, the weight of Tim's words settling heavily on your shoulders. "I will, Tim," you assured him, your voice filled with determination. "You too."

Tim and Lucy patrolled the streets as the events of the chaotic scene replayed in his mind, his thoughts consumed by concern for his sister. He couldn't shake the image of you working alongside Buck, your undeniable chemistry and shared closeness impossible to ignore.

"Hey, Lucy," Tim began, his voice filled with uncertainty. "What do you think of Buck?"

Lucy glanced over at Tim, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips. She had sensed Tim's unease ever since you arrived at the scene, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive at the sight of you in danger, especially when Buck was the one who came to your rescue.

"Buck?" Lucy repeated, her tone thoughtful. "He seems like a good guy to me. Always ready to lend a helping hand, never backs down from a challenge."

Tim nodded, his brow furrowing in silent contemplation. "Yeah, but what about him and Y/N?" he pressed, his concern evident in his voice. "Do you think they're...you know..."

Lucy raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You mean, are they more than just friends?" she teased, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Tim's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but he pressed on, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Yeah, exactly," he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Lucy considered Tim's question for a moment before responding, her tone gentle but firm. "I don't know. Tim, you know your sister better than anyone," she began, her voice filled with sincerity. "If Y/N cares about Buck, then maybe he's not as bad as you think."

Tim sighed heavily, his shoulders sagging with resignation. "I just want what's best for her," he confessed, his voice tinged with frustration. "I don't think Buck would be the best fit, but..."

Lucy smiled sympathetically, her eyes filled with understanding. "Sometimes, we have to trust that our loved ones know what's best for them. And if Y/N believes that Buck is the right guy for her, then maybe we should give him a chance."

Tim sighed heavily, knowing that Lucy was right. "Yeah, maybe you're right," he conceded, his tone resigned. "I just... I don't know what to do."

Lucy squeezed Tim's hand once more, her gaze filled with warmth and understanding. "Just be there for her, Tim," she said softly. "Support her, no matter what. And if Buck makes her happy, then that's all that matters."

Tim nodded in agreement, a sense of determination settling over him. "Yeah, you're right," he said, his voice filled with resolve. "And if Buck hurts her, I'll kill him."

Lucy couldn't help but chuckle at Tim's earnestness, her laughter ringing out in the quiet of the shop. "Yeah, sure tough guy." she teased, a playful twinkle in her eye.

After the chaos of the call had subsided and the shift had come to an end, you and Buck retreated to the comfort of his apartment for a well-deserved date night. The soft glow of string lights cast a warm ambiance over the room, creating an atmosphere of intimacy and comfort.

Buck's place was a reflection of his personality – eclectic and inviting, with an array of knick-knacks and mementos adorning the shelves. The scent of pizza hung in the air, tantalizing your senses as you settled onto his bed, the soft comforter enveloping you in its warmth.

With the pizza box balanced precariously on your laps, you and Buck leaned back against the pillows, your laughter filling the room as you reminisced about the events of the day. The TV flickered to life, casting a soft glow across the room as you settled in to watch an episode of your favorite crime drama.

As the characters onscreen navigated the twists and turns of the case, you found yourselves drawn into the storyline, eagerly discussing each plot twist and revelation as it unfolded. Buck's arm was wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close as you leaned against him, your head resting on his chest.

"This episode is intense," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as the drama unfolded on screen.

Buck nodded in agreement, his gaze never leaving the television. "Yeah, but it's nothing compared to the real-life drama." he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of seriousness.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at his words, grateful for the sacrifices he made to keep others safe. "I know," you said softly, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair away from his face. "But I'm glad we can still find moments like this."

As the episode drew to a close, you and Buck found yourselves lost in conversation, discussing everything from your favorite moments in the show to your plans for the future. Despite the late hour, neither of you were ready to part ways, content to linger in each other's company for as long as possible.

"Do you think Tim would mind if you spent the night here?" Buck asked tentatively, his voice laced with concern.

You paused, considering his question carefully. "Maybe," you admitted, biting your lip nervously. "But what Tim doesn't know won't hurt him, right?"

Buck nodded in understanding, his fingers gently tracing circles on your back. "I just want to make sure you're comfortable," he said softly, his gaze filled with love and tenderness.

You leaned into his touch, feeling the weight of his words wash over you like a warm embrace. "I am," you replied, your voice filled with certainty. "With you, I always am."

You settled into Buck's embrace, the warmth of his body enveloping you, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. His arms around you felt like home, a safe haven in the midst of life's chaos.

"So, about that call," Buck began, his voice breaking the comfortable silence as he shifted slightly to get more comfortable. "Your brother was practically breathing down our necks the whole time."

You chuckled softly, remembering Tim's overprotective nature all too well. "Yeah, he does that," you replied with a playful smirk. "He thinks he's the big tough cop, watching over his little sister and all."

Buck's laughter filled the room, the sound warm and genuine. "Well, he certainly made his presence known," he replied, his tone filled with amusement. "I think he sent me enough death glares to fill a whole season of crime dramas."

You snorted in amusement, burying your face in his chest to hide your grin. "You should count yourself lucky he didn't pull out his handcuffs," you teased, earning a playful swat on the arm from Buck.

Buck chuckled at your playful remark, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your back. "Oh, I don't know," he said, his voice tinged with mischief. "I wouldn't mind borrowing them for the night."

You lifted your head from his chest, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Oh, really now?" you replied, a teasing smile dancing on your lips. "And what exactly would you do with my brother's handcuffs, hmm?"

Buck grinned back at you, his gaze smoldering with desire. "Oh, I think you can use your imagination," he said, his voice low and husky.

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his suggestive tone, the air between you crackling with anticipation. Leaning in closer, you captured his lips in a heated kiss, your hands tangling in his hair.

Buck responded eagerly, his lips soft and sweet against yours as he deepened the kiss, his hands wandering teasingly over your body. The heat between you intensified, desire simmering just beneath the surface as you lost yourselves in each other's embrace.

And it was one of the most intense and beautiful nights you'd spent with Buck, wrapped in each other's arms, lost in a world of passion and desire. But the fairytale ended just as quickly as it began, the morning sun casting a soft glow across the room as the loud banging on the door shattered the peaceful atmosphere.

Groaning softly, you shifted in Buck's arms, the warmth of his embrace still lingering on your skin. Tangled in bed, naked and happier than usual, you didn't mind the sound at first. But when it grew louder with each passing second, you couldn't help but turn to Buck.

"Please make it stop," you pleaded, feigning a dramatic cry as you buried your face in his chest.

Buck chuckled at your reaction, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead before untangling himself from the sheets and reaching for his underwear. "I'll go check it out," he said with a smile, his voice filled with warmth and affection.

You watched Buck move gracefully across the room, his muscles flexing beneath his skin with every step. Despite the annoyance of the situation, you couldn't help but admire the sight of him, the way he exuded confidence and strength even in the most mundane of tasks.

As your boyfriend opened the door, his smile faltered at the sight of your brother standing on the other side. Tim's expression was a mix of concern and frustration, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for answers.

"Buckley," Tim greeted him, his voice tight with worry. "Have you seen my sister?"

Buck's mind raced as he tried to come up with a plausible explanation. "No," he lied, his heart sinking at the realization of the predicament you were both in. "Did something happened?"

Tim's brow furrowed in concern. "She didn't come home last night, and she's not answering her phone," he explained, his voice laced with worry.

Without waiting for permission, Tim urged his way into Buck's place, his eyes narrowing as he spotted you, covered only by the sheets, in Buck's bed.

"Thank you for letting me know you're not dead," Tim said sarcastically, disappointment evident in his voice as he addressed you.

You bristled at his tone, your patience wearing thin. "I don't need to report to you every hour, Tim," you snapped, your voice laced with frustration. "I'm an adult, and what I do is none of your business."

Tim snapped back, his voice sharp with anger. "I didn't asked you to do that, I just need to know you're safe," he insisted, his concern for your safety overriding any sense of courtesy. "I don't care what you're doing or who you're fucking."

You held your ground, meeting Tim's gaze with steely determination. "I'm safe with my boyfriend," you declared, your voice unwavering. "And you need to worry less about me and more about your own life."

Tim's expression softened slightly at your words, but he remained wary. "Your what?" he asked, his tone incredulous.

You sighed, knowing it was time to come clean. "Boy-friend. Lo-ver. Whatever you want to call him," you replied, spelling it out for him.

Tim's eyes widened in surprise, but he remained skeptical. "Does reckless child suit him?" he quipped, his attempt at humor falling flat in the tense atmosphere.

You bristled at his words, feeling a surge of protectiveness toward your boyfriend. "Buck is so much more than that," you began, your voice soft but firm. "He's selfless, caring, and always puts others before himself. He's seen things most people couldn't even imagine, and yet he still manages to find the good in every situation."

You paused, searching for the right words to convey the depth of your feelings for Buck. "He's my rock, Tim," you continued, your voice filled with emotion. "He's there for me when I need him, no matter what. And I love him."

Tim's expression softened as he listened to your words, the tension in the room easing slightly. "I just want you to be safe, Y/N," he said quietly.

Buck stepped in, his presence a comforting reassurance by your side. "I care about Y/N," he interjected, his voice filled with sincerity. "And I wouldn't allow anything to happen to her. I love Y/N."

Tim's gaze remained cautious. "If she gets even slightly hurt for whatever reason, you're the first I'll be hunting down," he warned, his tone serious.

Buck met Tim's gaze head-on, his own resolve unwavering. "Yes, sir," he replied, his voice filled with sarcasm and amusement.

As Tim shook his head in disbelief, still trying to come to terms with the idea of his little sister being in a relationship with a firefighter, he couldn't help but see both you and Buck as two reckless kids in his eyes.

"Kids these days," he muttered under his breath, a mix of exasperation and resignation in his tone.

You and Buck exchanged a knowing glance, unable to suppress a shared smile at Tim's reaction. Once he left Buck's place, the tension in the room dissipated, replaced by a sense of lightness and relief. You and Buck shared a laugh about the absurdity of the situation, finding humor in the unexpected turn of events.

"That's not exactly how I imagined you introducing me to your brother," Buck quipped, his laughter echoing through the room.

You chuckled softly, leaning into Buck's side. "Hey, at least he didn't pull out his handcuffs," you teased, a playful glint in your eye. "I think he likes you."

Buck grinned back at you, his playful air returning in full force. "It's not too late to ask him for the handcuffs," he joked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

You rolled your eyes, swatting playfully at his arm. "Oh, shut up," you laughed, the tension of earlier completely forgotten. "We're gonna be late for work."

[legomonkiefics]

*BOLTS TO YOUR INBOX*

hiya!! i really love your work and am glad that you are feeling better, even if its a little bit! welcome back :3

could i request red son with a S/O he’s known since he was a kid, but only as an adult did he confess to them?

❤️🔥 Flickers Left Unsaid — Red Son x GN Reader Drabble 🔥❤️

Genre: Fluff || He/she/they pronouns for Red Son, they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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Though he often refrained from admitting it, the flame prince was rather emotional. However, that's not to say that he was particularly good at managing said emotions. She felt very intensely, anger like a wildfire and joy like fireworks. But expressing these feelings, processing them, or reasonably resonating with them? Much less common for the princess.

You, somehow, had stuck by him when he was a particularly rambunctious and chaotic kid. His parents saw you as someone to keep their kid distracted while they planned his future, so you were allowed at the Demon Bull Kingdom whenever you pleased. Red Son delighted in your visits as a kid, always excitedly holding you by the wrist and dragging you everywhere. She wanted to show you every single scrap of metal they'd find, and displayed great enthusiasm n having you witness her majesty. But there was something a little more to it, something that stuck with the demon for many years to come.

She remembered a particular instance where you were playing his favorite game, Kingdom Battles. He'd set up obstacles, having designated areas for where each 'Kingdom' was, and you'd be his most trusted right hand, helping them take over the world. After a vicious fight with a mock dragon made of cleaning materials, Red Son had excitedly taken you to his 'castle' to announce to her loyal subjects of stolen home objects that you'd returned safe and sound. In the middle of narrating and acting out the joy of the monarchy, you'd said something that caught her attention. "You're such a great king, Red Boy! I can't wait to be part of all this for real someday!"

And though it had all been a game, just a young royal and his pal playing pretend, in that moment it felt very real. You were genuinely his closest and only friend, so having you in these big, important positions only felt right. And he'd always brag about how they'd be the king someday, so it made sense. He'd given you a bright smile that day, already mentally planning how he was gonna convince his mom and dad to let you rule beside him.

Things... didn't quite end up going as planned. Red Son was still merely a prince, and he'd had a few arguments with his parents over you for so long. But things were getting better. Red Son was flopped on his bed, one arm draped dramatically over his eyes. They'd never had the chance to tell you how she felt back then. When they were young, they had no idea what it was. She assumed the flutters in her chest and warm feelings were some demon biology thing or something. But he knew now, and he was all too aware of it. He ruminated over his feelings for what felt like the 50th time that hour. Sure, he was still abrasive, but he was much more controlled than he was a kid. This shouldn't be so hard, right?.... Gods this was going to kill her. But they were pulled out of their own thoughts at the sound of the door being knocked, making him shoot upright immediately.

"Darling, your friend is here" Princess Iron Fan announced, not even sparing a glance as she held open the door. You entered, giving her a polite "Thank you, ma'am" before the door was closed, leaving you and Red together. You walked in, flopping on the bed next to her "Whew. I thought their lectures were never gonna end". Red Son smiled, laying back with you "Did they try to convince you to leave again?". "Not quite, but they did go on a lot about how a prince 'should' associate himself with others" You answered. Red Son rolled his eyes "They can complain all they'd like, you're still welcome over anytime". "Thanks, Redsy" You smiled, making that extra soft warmth fill Red Son's chest once again. He was almost on pins and needles from the idea of actually doing this.

"So, why'd you call me in? Get bored of royal junk again?" You asked. This was it. That was her opening. Red Son took in a shaky breath, slowly sitting up once more. "No, I... I have something I need to discuss with you" they said softly. You sat up as well, a concerned frown on your face "Shit, did something happen? Are you okay?". "Yes, I'm alright, it's nothing like that" Red Son replied, waving their hand a bit. They felt a little heat to go their cheeks as they added, "But it is... rather personal". "Ohhh" You responded. You sat cross-legged, scooting in closer "Hey, you know I won't tell anyone, yeah? You can tell me anything". Red Son nodded, giving you a thankful smile. She was sure the pink hues to her face were growing noticeable, but he purposefully tried not to think about it.

He took in a deep breath, taking your hands in his. "Do you remember that game we used to play when you'd come over? With um-". "Flareblast Kingdom?" You responded, chuckling at the memory "Yeah, of course, why?". "Well... I've been thinking a lot recently. We've known each other for so long, and... I want to fulfill my promise that I made back then" Red Son said. He was speaking a little slowly due to some stammering, but you nodded a little as you followed along "Which is?". Red Son took a second to collect herself. They took a chance, moving one of their hands to gently cup your cheek in her palm. "I... want you to be a part of my kingdom. This one" they began, adding in, "Mother and father have said I can appoint my own staff now, but with very limited positions. I- I want you to be my advisor, in real life, and-" he nearly got choked up on his nerves, but he pushed through "If- If you'll have me... I want you to be mine. My- partner, for life"

Red Son had turned their face away from you, full of anxiety and worry. He knew this was probably a massive shot in the dark, and that there were many more appealing than a hotheaded royal. He felt like his heart was in his throat, and he was almost tempted to immediately apologize. But that's when he felt you plant a soft kiss to his cheek. Her hair sparked, a puff of smoke and flames coming up in surprise. They turned to look at you as you giggled from the reaction, gently cupping the hand Red still had on your cheek and leaning into it. "I'd be glad to. You'll need someone here to keep you sane. And besides..." you smiled warmly "I love you too"

Red Son blushed even more, nearly all of his face entirely pink. They were stunned for a moment before hugging you tightly, burying their face in your shoulder. "I- I love you too," he finally said, hugging you close. He felt elated as you returned the hug. "I love you more" You replied playfully, causing the princess to chuckle as she nuzzled into your neck "That's impossible". You huffed in amusement, patting her back "Is too. You're just too stubborn to accept it". Red Son let that one slide, too wrapped up in the feeling of being in your arms to mind. You stayed there with them, holding them close as you enjoyed his warmth. "You gonna tell your parents?" You asked. "I'll tell them you're my new advisor, yes. The rest..." Red Son trailed off with a smile "they'll figure it out. For now, I just want to be here with you"

[bunnyhoney111]

new song.

eddie munson x fem!best friend!reader

desc.: you guys are always a bit too honest when you’re high, and you whine about being horny, my casual sexuality kink

warnings: uhh lots of soup making on your end, eddie being a little too laid back, KINDA and i mean BARELY dub-con just for the very end; he doesn't do anything to her he just does something(?), kinda-ish friends with benefits situation.

request: no ma'am, no ham, no turkey- exTREMELY self-indulgent.

w/c: 968

a/n: i've been writing this for over the course of two-ish years now, just finished it as i want to get back to tumblr now 😭😭😔. i hope it's good enough to reinstate some of my audience. it's also a leetle short sorry folks

“eddie, ‘m horny,” you whined- drawling out his name, squirming in your place next to him on the bed. he was writing lyrics in his notebook to a song he’d been working on. he reached over pressed a hand into your stomach to stop you.

“i’m sorry sweetheart, but i’m not sure what you want me to do about that,” he didn’t spare you a glance, his hand returning to the notebook.

“it hurts,” you sighed, crossing your arms under your chest. you could feel the swelling of your clit as blood rushed to the area, you’d always felt this way when you got high.

“go to the bathroom, make soup,” he said, still running his eyes over the words and occasionally erasing to correct a line or a verse.

“ew.”

“im sorry, rub one out, flick the bean, choke your chicken-“ he continued throwing slang at you with a giggle as he finally looked over at your glistening face. your pupils were dilated almost to the point of hiding all the color in your irises, and your mouth opened to cut him off.

“it’s not that easy for girls, its not just one and done, and i certainly couldn’t cum in your dingy bathroom, freak.” you’d called him that out of endearment, it didn’t sting like usual when it came from you.

“well, do it there then,” he stated casually, flipping between pages. you whipped your head towards him, when he doesn’t look back towards you, you let out a scoff at his suggestion.

“what? i don’t mind, i’m not even paying attention.” he glanced at you as he spoke, before returning to his scrawled handwriting.

you still couldn’t tell if he was joking, but you couldn’t seem to care as your thighs started to rub together, trying to resist the urge to reach into your underwear and satisfy the ache.

eddie notices your hesitance, and your shifting thighs, and places his notebook down momentarily before moving to his knees in front of you. without a word, or so much as a glance he brings his hands to grasp at the waist of your shorts. he nodded to you slightly, his eyes still trained downwards, prompting you to lift your hips.

he slides them down with ease, pulling your underwear down with them. he pushes your thight apart, using two fingers to spread you out, you simply waiting for his next move; too high to question his motives. too needy. he splays his palm towards you, waiting for your hand.

you gave him your hand, but he grasped your wrist, and he guided your fingertips to rest against your throbbing clit, pressing them with his into your bud and assisting the slow circular motion. you gasp at the pressure, and soon enough eddies climbing away from you, removing his hand from yours.

you continue the movements he’d been guiding you with, as he nestles back into his spot and continues writing in his notebook, short glances strewn your way every time you whimpered.

“shit,” you cursed, your forefinger dipping down into your yet untouched hole. the squelching from between your legs was filthy, and it caught eddies attention- along with the borderline pornographic moan.

his eyes stray from the notebook, down to your soaked core. his lip is pulled between his teeth and he lets out a hiss at the sight- his dick hardening at an astounding pace in his pants.

with your eyes closed you don't seem to notice as he begins rubbing his hard-on through his pajama pants- one hand still holding the notebook open. he listens carefully to your blissful moans and whimpers of his name as if he were the one touching you.

it was only fate that the song he'd been writing was about some fucked up version of a one night stand with a friend- he glances back at the words and without hesitation he pushes himself off of the bed and walks to his dresser.

"mmm, what're ya doin' ed?" your eyes crack open to see him grabbing something. he walks back to you with one hand behind his back, his other clutching the now closed notebook at his side.

he tossed the book to his side of the bed, still watching your hands ministrations to your cunt.

"shhh, don't talk- just let me hear you."

you don't hesitate to let out another guttural moan, fingers deep inside yourself, staring directly at him.

his eyes go wild and his smiles so wide you can't imagine his cheeks aren't sore. "say my name, pretty please." you hear a soft click and before you can question it you're squirming and pulsing around your own fingers.

you revel in your release, letting out that same pornographic moan that had caught his attention before and let out a breathy scream of his name. "eddie, please!"

sweat beaded your forehead, you gasp to catch your breath as you slowly remove your fingers- a sick squelch coming from your pussy before you hear that click again.

eddie pulls his hand from behind his back, a tape-recorder cemented in his palm. he plays it back to you, and you shrivel with embarrassment as the moan of his name and the sounds of your own body play back to you.

"ugh, you ass!" you quickly lurch forward and grab it from his hand and flip him off threatening to erase the recorded sound.

"hey! don't you dare, i need that." he snatches it back from your grasp. you give him a questioning glance, your left eyebrow perched higher than the other and an almost-frown as you tilt your head slightly.

there go those wild eyes of his, once more, followed by a short- sharp smack to your ass, "for your feature on my soon-to-be latest, and greatest, banger."

[whynotshaveme]

Saturday Night At Bob's Barbershop

By whynotshaveme

Mary Greenwood and her wife Anna arrived at Bob's Barbershop around closing time. Mary is a stern woman in her early 50s with close-cropped black hair. Anna is much younger with long blonde hair flowing down her back. She flinched as her wife grabbed a number. She, however, sat down next her submissively as they waited to be called.

Bob, the owner of Bob's Barbershop, was the only barber present. Curious, once he finished up with what he'd thought was his last customer for the night, he called the two women over. Mary stood up first. Anna hesitated, but one stern glance from her wife got her to her feet and over to Bob's chair.

"Sit down," said Mary.

Then she told Bob that her wife needed a short haircut. Bob wrapped his hairs around Anna's blonde hair and held it away from her as he capped her. He rarely got to touch hair other than his own wife's, so he savored the feel of it in his hands. From how healthy it felt, Anna was clearly a natural blonde.

"Okay," said Bob, "how short? Like yours?"

"No, shave it all off. This is a punishment. She's been flaunting it around town," said Mary.

"Please Mary..." said Anna softly.

Knowing that his may be his only chance to have a beautiful woman in his chair, he decided to assist, even if he normally preferred a willing customer. Especially if he could get a lovely souvenir from the experience. He pulled Anna's hair into a ponytail with a spare rubber band that he happened to have lying around. With his best clippers, he sliced it off. Anna's hair fell loose in rough bob. She, however, didn't have that bob for long because he put one hand on her neck as he ran the clippers over her scalp. A former military barber, he decided to give her the full new recruit experience. Within ten minutes, she sported a perfect grade zero buzzcut. He took a moment to brush her off and then asked Mary if she was good with the finished product.

Mary rubbed her hand against Anna's shorn scalp as Anna shut her eyes, tears running down her face. "Can you make her smooth? She will be spending the rest of the night between my legs apologizing. I don't want to feel stubble."

Bob smiled. "Of course, ma'am."

He wrapped a hot towel around Anna's head. She watched nervously, towel around her head, as he sharpened his best straight razor on a leather strap. Once he got it to a good edge, he removed the towel and spread hot lather over her scalp. With an expert's stead head, he shaved her head smooth. He took two passes just for his own pleasure. When he finished the second, he rubbed her head clean and then used a bit of aftershave, which made her wince.

At Mary's request, she took a photo of his hand over Anna's bald head. Then she paid his fee. As they settled things at the cash register, Anna swept up her own fallen hair, looking distraught. Once the bill was settled, Mary left the shop, with her bald, submissive wife following suit.

Bob took a moment to shut his blinds and flip the sign to closed, and then, with Anna's ponytail in his hands, started to pleasure himself.

(To my Ko-Fi friends, this month's story should be sent out tomorrow or Friday. In honor of April 15th (American Tax Day), it's going to be entitled "Paying The Taxman". For everyone else, The Barber On Main Street is on my Amazon Kindle store: The Barber On Main Street - Kindle edition by From Tumblr, whynotshaveme. Literature & Fiction Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.)

[13as07]

Our #1

(Shikamaru Nara)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to Unknown]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 4,198

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Smoking/A bit of smoke-play

Slight choking

Word 'dumbass' is used

Temperature Play (aka Shika burning you with his cig butt)

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Anxious fingers crawl under my dress and quickly find themselves along my spinal cord. Shikamaru traces the ridges of my spine, running over the lower half before sliding back down.

Thump, thump, thump.

     I do my best to stay still, not letting the shiver building up escape. If it wasn't for the Nara cloak wrapped around my shoulders I'd be on display, but I don't think Shika cares much about that right now.

I spare him a glance, doing my best not to move much. The last thing he needs right now is to notice how anxious I am too. His jaw is screwed tightly shut, eyes strictly forward and as hard as his jaw. If this was a different situation I'd take the time to enjoy Shika's pissy face. He's always so pretty when he's angry.

"Shikamura," his mother says, tone light but words filled with fire. "Stop looking so mad. Today is a gracious day. A very honorable day. At least try and look happy."

A couple of blinks fill the space of his usual eye roll, but his face does soften a bit. "Yes Ma'am," Shika answers, but still gets a pointed look from his mom. The look soon flutters away, along with the inactive chieftess as she walks off to talk to the Nara Chief's advisor... Shikamura's advisor.

The thought tickles my brain. Quite a few thoughts recently have been messing with my head. It's always been a known fact that Shikamura was going to succeed his father; everyone just thought we'd have more time before that happened.

     It was something that came up in our relationship a few times, the event of him becoming chief and in turn me becoming chieftess if our relationship went further. Now that it's here, Shika has insisted I take the title too and that 'we'd figure out the marriage thing later'.

I know I shouldn't read so much into his statement but I do. Does he want me to be his chieftess or does he feel required to give me the title since we've been together for so long? Does he feel rushed to get married now too? What if he decides he doesn't want to be with me? Would he stay with me to avoid embarrassing the clan by stripping me of my title? Or would he just leave me without a second thought?

     "I need some fresh air. You're coming with, pretty girl," Shikamura whispers against my ear, his warm breath coating the side of my face. Tingles fill my chest at the pet name, tugging at the corners of my mouth.

     Despite the warmth in my chest, he does startle me a bit with his sudden closeness. Shika isn't big on being all 'love-struck teen' in public, which usually leaves room between us and a lot less touching when we're out and about. Today seems to be an acceptation though.

I hum a yes getting a rough hand pushing me forward in return. I do as prompted, walking forward and sliding out a side door with Shika in tow.

Once we're out the door, Shika takes the lead. His hand jumps from the small of my back to tangle with mine. The walk to the forest edge is rough, Shikamura's nerves getting the better of him now that we're out of the sight of the clan council.

When the shade of the trees engulfs us, his shoulders noticeably relax, as does his hold on me. His fingers are back to being feathery light as they slide against mine. As Shika relaxes, he lets himself prop up against a tree.

I do the same, the rough bark of the trunk scratching against my back and my knees accidentally knocking against my boyfriend from the close quarters. My eyes cast themselves upwards, taking in the natural fairy lights made by the sun and the leaf patterns.

A click of Shika's lighter fills the silent space, quickly followed by a stream of grey smoke. "Wear more dresses," he mumbles, smoke curling out with his words. It's weird to me how straightforward and yet confusing Shikamura can be.

"I can't exactly fight in a dress, Shika," I mumble, a bit distracted by the man next to me. He's dressed up for the ceremony today, which means he's out of his Shinobi vest for once. Instead, Shika - and myself - are dressed in the muddy forest color of his clan. His hair is up in a high ponytail, like always, and the ends are their usual spikes.

In honor of the ceremony, his face is covered in clan paint, the washed-out grey color of the Nara clan instead of their signature green color. The paint focuses his cheekbones more than usual, adding to his attractiveness.

"You look stupid," he says as his own eyes wander over the paint on my face. His mother insisted I have the traditional art on my face as well. Shikamaru isn't too happy about it and threw a bit of a fit when his mom was putting it on me. "Take it off."

The order is followed by movement. Shika rests his cigarette between his lips and moves closer to me. His hands reach up to my face and quickly start smudging the grey paint. I stay still, letting him rub away the artwork.

Once he's settled on the fact that maybe his hands aren't the best way to get it off, he reaches into his pockets. It doesn't take long for him to find something else to attack my face with. Shika is gentle as he runs the cloth over my face.

     "There's my pretty girl," he murmurs soft enough that I almost don't hear it.

     "Your mom is going to reapply it when we get inside."

     "And I'll wipe it off again," he snaps back, tone a bit pitched. The softness in his face is gone again, replaced by a look of disgust. "You don't need all that gunk on your face." The words are rough but they're meant with love. Shika appreciates when I do my makeup for him, even if he shows it in his own way. Though, at the end of the day he prefers me bare-faced.

     His hands drop from my face and slide back to my spine, this time over my dress. His fingers mess with the material as his eyes rake up and down me a couple of times. They end up settling on my collarbones. "Wear more dresses," he repeats before turning his attention back to his cigarette.

Shika is always like this, making his requests sound like demands. I don't think the man could ask a question to save his life. "Okay Shika," I answer back, leaning my head against the tree.

He nods to himself in approval, his hand dipping down to the hem of my dress. Shikamura's fingers wrap around it, the material balled in his fist and his knuckles grazing my thigh.

     "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" I ask, bending my knee so more of his skin comes into contact with my own.

The answer is put on hold by a couple more drags of his cigarette. "You look good in our clan colors," he finally answers.

     "Our?"

     "Our."

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     My eyes trail after my little storm cloud as he slowly makes his way back to me. Shikamura has been stopped for the fifth time on the small path from Choji back to me.

     Our friends arrived a few minutes ago and he was very eager to slip away to say hello. I wanted to go with but he insisted I stay put, so I did as ordered. I don't mind it though, I know today is a stressful day and if anyone can help him with the constant reminder that his father is gone, it would be Ino.

     Besides, our friends are slowly filtering towards me anyway. Most noticeably, Naruto who is trying his hardest to work his way through the crowd of people.

     It feels like the whole village is here to celebrate Shika's inauguration. Our inauguration. I guess a good part of the village is here; The whole of the Nara clan, fellow clan Chiefs and their families, the village council, our friends and coworkers, my family, and a good chuck of the Akimichi and Yamanaka clans.

     "Hello!" Naruto calls with a huge smile on his face.

     "Hello," I call back, watching him weave around a couple more people.

     "You must be so excited!" His voice bombs, his volume control being very obvious despite all the other noises in the banquet hall.

     "Naruto! Don't you dare!"

     "Shut up, Naruto!"

     My eyes snap away from the fox boy and towards the direction of the yelling. My eyes are met with a very pissed-off Sakura and a red-faced Ino. Both are quickly making their way towards us, with the rest of our Shinobi generation following closely behind.

     "Chieftess Nara," Ino says, tipping her head down before snapping it back up. "Not a word," she hisses at Naruto, daggers in her eyes.

     "Please don't call me that, Ino," I murmur, rolling my shoulders in an attempt to also roll the feeling off. I don't mind people I don't know calling me by my newly established title but it feels weird having my friends call me by it.

     "Just stick to my name, Chieftess Yamanaka," I tease a bit, poking fun at Ino's also soon-to-come inauguration.

     Ino makes a face, her nose scrunching up at the title. "Ya, okay, I get what you're saying now."

     We both laugh a bit, but it's cut off by a slap and Naruto's whine of pain. "Why'd you do that?" He whimpers, rubbing the back of his head and trying to tug off Sakura's hold on his ear.

     "Because you need to learn when to shut up!"

     "I didn't say anything!"

     "Say anything about what?" I ask, question marks going off in my head. The sudden feeling of being left clueless settles in my chest, making my anxiety flare up more than it already is.

     "Nothing!" Everyone yells, which doesn't help my anxiety. Maybe my thoughts from earlier are right. Maybe Shika does feel pressured about making me his chieftess and everyone knows it.

     "You guys are such a drag," Shika's voice filters into the crowd, smoothing out some of my worries but not all of them. Within seconds his hand finds my spine again, his fingers back to tracing the bumps of it, but this time it's over my dress and cloak. "Hello," he murmurs, dipping his head down closer to me.

     "Welcome back," I mumble, glancing at him before looking back at our friends. What is it that everyone but me seems to know?

     Thump, thump, thump.

     "Calm down," he whispers into my ear before lifting his head back up.

     I try my best to listen to his soft demands, taking the time to focus on my breathing and silencing my thoughts. I let my mind focus on the soft rubbing on my spine.

     Thump, thump, thump.

     Shika's hand ghosts over my lower back before working up the other side of my backbone.

     Thump, thump, thump.

     I focus on Shikamura's voice. Just the tone and the calmness of it, even though I should be working to focus on the words spilling from his throat.

     "Pretty girl?" He calls after a couple of minutes, gently tapping my back to pull my attention back to the surface. I hum a yes, focusing on his face. The face paint has started to crack from drying out throughout the day. "Are you ready?"

     "For what?" I ask, glancing around us. Our friends have spaced out in the room, mingling with the other partygoers, getting drinks, or just doing their own thing.

     A soft smile coats his face before he turns away from me, his eyes jumping around the room. "For the feast to be served," he murmurs, his fingers curving to work their way down my back again.

     "Ya, if you are."

     Shika's hand jumps down to the small of my back before he gently pushes me forward. Praises and our names fall from people as we walk through the room, working to get to the head table. Six of the twelve councilmen are there; none of which I recognize.

     Thump, thump, thump.

     Shikamura's hand coats over my back again as we round the table. "Sit," he orders, pulling my chair out for me. I obey again, sliding into my seat before Shika pushes me in. I listen to him greet the present councilmen, following his pleasantries with my own greetings.

     More pleasantries and greetings fall from him - and me - as the rest of the councilmen follow suit, sliding into their places at the table.

     Out of the councilmen, only two are women; the councilmen of education and veteran affairs. I only know one of them; Honoka who is the head of the clan's education department. I make a mental note to talk to Shikamura about private one-on-one meetings with the council so I can put names, departments, and faces together.

     "Chieftess Nara," Honoka says, tipping her head before she slides into her seat next to me.

     "Honoka," I call back, sending her a soft smile. "Thank you for coming."

     "I look forward to serving under you, and our Chief," she says, bowing her head for the second time.

     Again, I smile at her before turning my attention away. Maybe I'm not made for being the chieftess, especially if Shika fills his father's shoes and takes over being the Hokage's advisor. That'll leave me to fill in the holes of the clan chief when he's busy with the village.

     "Calm down," he repeats, hand snaking back into its previous spot.

     "Yes sir," I mumble, my eyes jumping around the room. The decorations are pretty; forest greens and greys with vines all over the place. Deer-themed decorations and bones are twisted around the walls as well. It looks like the Clan threw up from all the stereotyped decorations.

     Shika's hand works a couple of laps before settling on the center of my back. It only settles for a couple of seconds before running around my spine again. "Maybe you need to calm down too," I murmur, leaning closer to try and get any sense of privacy.

     "I'm fine. Today is just a drag," he answers, eyes flickering to me before looking forward again. "It won't be a drag for much longer though."

     "Ya?" I push, my focus shifting to Shika's mother. Her lips are pursed as she looks at me, disapproval of her son rubbing my clan paint off again very evident on her face. She's waving her hands around, trying to get her son to stand. "Your mom-"

     "I know." Shikamura's words are clipped but still soft. His mom has been getting on his nerves today. They've been butting heads all day long because Shika isn't doing everything how she wants him to.

     I let my attention skip away from her. Instead, I focus on the servers littered around the room, handing out plates of food and drinks to our guests.

     Once Shikamura is done eyeing the room again, his focus shifts to me. "Give me your hand," he orders, his hand falling from my back and resting in front of me. I lift my hand and slide it into his. Shika's face scrunches up a bit before he drops his hold on me. "No, your left one."

     "You could have been more specific," I tease, sliding my - left - hand into his hold.

     His eyes stay focused on it for a second before he digs around in his pocket. When his hand is pulled back out, a small black box is in Shika's hold. "What are you-"

     "Be quiet," he murmurs, setting the box on his lap before flipping the lid open. Inside the box are two beautiful rings. Shika tugs the thinner of the rings out before sliding it on my finger.

     "Sh-"

     "Be quiet," he repeats before sliding the other ring onto his left hand. "We'll talk about it later."

     My eyes drop down to my ring finger, taking the time to soak in the new jewelry. The edges of the ring are silver with the familiar antler print between the silver bands. Small stones are stamped into the print. I do a quick tally; eight diamonds are pressed into the band.

     Despite my focus being on my hand, my eyes catch on Shikamura's movements. He slides the box back into his pocket before pressing his hand into my spine again. The newly added ring adds extra pressure as he slides his fingers up and down my back.

     Thump, thump, thump.

     Shika's ring snags on my spine a bit, sending a new kind of relief through me.

     Thump, thump, thump.

     "Shika?"

     "We'll talk about it later."

     "Shikamura?"

     "You're being a drag right now, pretty girl," he murmurs, glancing at me, and then my hand, before going back to having a silent conversation with his mother across the room.

     "I'm being a drag right now?" I hiss quietly, tugging on his arm to try and get his attention.

     "Ya," the answer is short, but I get what I want; Shikamura's undivided attention.

     "You just... what? Proposed? Without actually proposing, in a room full of people, and I'm being a drag?"

     "Ya. I'll propose again later, with all that lovey-dovey stuff," he shrugs, eyes skirting around the room again. "I just knew if I didn't do it now Naruto would have ruined it."

     I hold my tongue for a second, only letting it loose to thank the server for placing down our plates. "Why'd you propose?"

     Shika's face snaps toward me, eyebrows knotted together and his lips pursed like his mother's were a few minutes ago. "What kind of question is that? I swear you're one of the smartest but dumbest people I know. It's a bit of a drag."

I blink at him a couple of times, rolling his words over in my head. That did not answer my question. Shikamura sighs before dipping his head backward, resting it behind my ear. "Stop stressing so much, pretty girl." The words are followed by a light kiss pressed behind my ear.

Before I can answer back Shika stands up, tugging me along with him. His arm is loose around my waist, but the weight of it is still present. I scan the room as Shika taps his glass a couple of times, pulling the room's attention to us. "Thank you all for coming," his voice rings out the start of his first official speech as Chief.

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For the millionth time tonight, Shika's fingers dance over my back, hand pushing me through the side door before we get stopped by someone again.

My nic-fein has been antsy for a cigarette the last hour. Every time we'd get close to escaping the party, someone else would stop us to congratulate us or to talk about Shika's plans to 'better the clan'.

A sigh of relief is let out of the new shadow king once the door clicks closed behind us.

"You know if you stopped smoking-"

"I know," he cuts me off, his hands already digging in his pockets for his pack and his lighter. "Tonight has just been-"

"A drag?" I tease, leaning against the wall.

Shikamura hums a yes, cigarette already pressed between his lips as he tries to light it. I watch his chest puff out from his inhale, my eyes trailing after the smoke that's released when he exhales. "It hasn't all been a drag."

"Ya?"

"Ya."

His eyes flicker down to my hand pressed against the brick building. When Shikamura doesn't see what he wants, he moves to the other side of me. He falls into place next to me, back to the wall, fingers lazily overlapping mine as he messed with my ring. My wedding ring.

"You never answered my question," I push the words out and into the dark. I let my focus shift to the stars stamped into the sky above us, letting them distract me.

"It's a stupid question."

"Shikamura!"

"What?" He groans the cackle of his cigarette following his words. Soon another cloud of smoke fills the sky, cutting off the clear view of the stars for a second. "Why does it matter?"

"You're a dumbass," I hiss, tearing my eyes from the sky to glare at him.

"Sometimes," he answers, his normal bored look on his face as he looks down at me. "I proposed because I wanted to, pretty girl. Stop letting your mind mess with you."

"Did you?"

His answer is pushed back by three deep puffs of his cigarette. Shika's eyes are still locked on me, the smoke from him wrapping around us when he exhales. "Did I what?"

"Want to propose?"

Shikamura rolls his eyes at me, glancing to the forest edge before settling on me again. "Pretty girl?"

"Shika?"

"Why don't you believe that I want to marry you? Do you not believe I love you?"

"I know you love me."

"Do you?" He asks, inching closer to me. Smoke coats my face when he exhales, promising to leave the smell of it in my hair.

"Yes."

His eyes jump around my face for a second, followed by another puff of smoke before he pulls back. "Isn't it good enough that I proposed because I love you? Because I wanted to? What do I need to do to make you say yes, pretty girl?"

My cheeks heat a bit at his question. I'm well aware that Shikamura comes off as self-centered. I'm well aware he comes off as bored or even egotistical because of his lack of motivation. I'm also well aware all I have to do is ask for something and it'll happen, even if he does it in his normal moody way. Shika coats his love with attitude, even in moments like this.

"Ask."

"Ask?"

"Yes. You didn't ask me to marry you. Ask me," I answer, a smug smile growing on my face.

Shika's eyes stretch out before falling back to their normal narrowness. I watch as his eyes settle back on mine, his head inching forward. Before he gets closer he stops, inhales his smoke again, and then leans his forehead against mine.

"Shika?"

His free hand snakes up and gently wraps around my throat, squeezing it once, twice, before he dips his head. "Open your mouth," Shikamaru orders, his voice chipped as he inhales again to keep the smoke in his lungs.

I let my lips part a bit, which seems to be good enough for him. Shika tips his head to the side, pressing our lips together as he exhales into my mouth. The smoke he was holding burns my lungs, a cough forming from the action.

"Marry me, pretty girl?" He asks, barely pulling away so that his lips still brush against mine.

"Yes," I answer, his smoke seeping out with the word.

Shikamaru hums in approval before pulling away slightly. The small fire at the end of his cancer stick brightens the space between us as he takes another drag. Once again, he holds the smoke in his lungs and squeezes my throat. I let my mouth fall open a second time and get rewarded with a kiss and another smoke-packed exhale.

When I exhale, the smoke coats Shika's face, a small smirk covering it as his eyes skip around my body.

His head dips down again but before I can get a kiss the door slams open. "Shikamaru?!" Naruto yells, pulling an eye roll and a sigh from my boyfriend - fiancé.

"What do you want, Naruto?" Shika groans, his hand tightening and relaxing against my skin a few times.

"Lord Sixth has arrived and is asking for you two!"

"We'll be there in a minute, Naruto. Now go away." Naruto does as told, the door slamming shut as he leaves.

Shikamaru's eyes widen again before settling back to their normal shape. "Pretty girl," he murmurs, pressing a small kiss to my lips before pulling away.

"Shika?"

His hand slides further up my throat, pushing my head up to stretch out my neck. Shikamaru hums to himself, the hand not around my neck coming up to trace my collarbone. "You are beautiful," he murmurs, running his cigarette against the wall next to us. Once he's sure it's out, - running it against his hand first - he gently pressing the dead butt against the bone he was previously tracing.

The still-warm cigarette makes my skin tingle slightly; a promise to leave pink and irritated skin behind for the next few days. Shika takes his time, pressing more marks along my collarbone before throwing out the now cold butt.

"Pretty girl?" He calls again, covering my now sensitive skin in kisses.

"Shika?" I call in return, trying to bite back the whines sizzling up from the pain shooting across my skin.

"I can't wait for our wedding."

"Our?" I murmur, the pain and growing pleasure fogging the events of the day.

"Our."

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[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Random Mantle Girl: Oh my gosh! You're both so cool!

Jaune: It's just a part of the job - but thank you anyway.

Penny: It is what I was made to do!

Random Mantle Girl: *Places hand on Jaune's bicep* No, seriously, if there's anyway I could repay you, just let me know~

Jaune: Well, I'm tired of casserole, so if you've got something to spare, I wouldn't mind a bite.

Penny: Unfortunately I have very little off time and do not require sustenance, though your appreciation is ... Appreciated!

Random Mantle Girl: Well, I work at a Pizza place down the road - Here, it's my scroll number, just show it to whoever is at the register and they'll get you a discount. Swing by some time! Catch you later heroes~

Jaune: Cool! I'll be sure to do that!

(Beep Beep!)

Penny: Jaune! Weiss is requesting us Northward! We should be off!

Jaune: Alrighty! Bye! Thank you ... Random Girl!

Random Mantle Girl: IT'S CHERRY! BYE~

*Jaune and Penny Head out*

Weiss: Hey! You!

Cherry: Hmm? Oh. A Schnee.

Weiss: Look, Jaune is far too dense to pick up on flirting, and Penny doesn't have the social expertise to pick up on it.

Weiss: But more than that.

Weiss: They. Are. Mine.

Weiss: I have put the effort and time into getting to know them, understand them, be their friend. If you think you can waltz up to them and get any attention beyond friendliness, you are sorely Mistaken.

Weiss: So back. Off.

Cherry: *Shaking* Y-yes ma'am!

Weiss: *Cheerfully* Great! It's wonderful that we could reach an understanding! Please have a nice day!

[adalwolfgang]

Hands

Bo Sinclair x Fem!Reader

Requested By: @charliedawn

Warnings: Pet names like (darlin',sweetheart, sweetness,sugar,pretty girl), Bo Sinclair is a little ooc.

Bo was working on a recent victim's car. Scrapping it for parts to give to Lester, to sell in the town a few miles away. That was one of the many ways they used to make money to keep Ambrose up and running, and to provide food on the table.

"Mornin'!" You chime as you walk into the garage, holding a case of beer.

Bo smiles to himself when he hears your voice. He slides out from under the car, wiping his hands on his mechanic suit as he gets to his feet. "What is ya doin' darlin'?" He asks as he walks over to you, taking the case of beer from you.

Your face flushes a little when you feel his coarse hands graze yours. Bo didn't seem to notice yet. He sets the case inside the mini fridge resting on a workbench. Not before swiping a can and cracking it open, taking a quick swig.

"I..." You clear your throat, "I saw you were running out of beer, so I picked some more up for you from the town over."

"Well' thank ya' sweetheart, I preshate' it a lot." He says with a toothy grin. Placing the can on a stool nearby before resting a hand on his hip. "Ya can take a seat over' on thet' bench if ya want, or if ya wanna do sumthin’ ya can separate this here box of bolts by size. Can ya handle that?" He offers, pointing to a box full of diffrent sized bolts and nuts.

"Uh yeah sure! Thanks." You say sheepishly, taking a seat on a stool near Bo. He grabs the box, setting it in your lap. "Tell me if ya need anythin' okay darlin'?" He says with a small smirk before going back to the car, pulling the hood up and fiddling with the engine.

You start separating different bolts and nuts by their sizes. Occasionally sparing a glance to Bo who has his back to you. Your eyes staying glued to his hands every so often. You don't notice the small smirk appear on Bos face as he sees you staring out of the corner of his eye.

"Ya alright sweetheart? Yer mind mind seems t’ be somewhere else?" Bos voice breaks the silence, causing you to drop the box of bolts from your lap, them scattering all over the place. "I-...Sorry!" You scramble to the ground quickly, trying to collect the many bolts and nuts rolling around on the floor. You reach for one that rolls towards Bo, who squats down a grabs it just as you do. Your face flushes as you go to pull your hand away but Bo quickly stops you. He softly but firmly grabs your wrist with his coarse hand, yanking you up with him as he stands to his full height.

Pulling your body flush against his he speaks, his voice gruff. "Sumthin’ ya’d like t’ tell me, sugar?" A cocky smirk plastered on his face as he leans close to yours. His breath hitting your face. "Sumthin’ ya’d like to’ see?" he asks as his eyes trace all over your face.

"Uhm...." You try looking anywhere but his face, feeling like a child caught stealing candy. Your situation gets worse when his free hand grabs your chin firmly, forcing you to look at him. "Ya like my hands? Don'tcha purdy girl?" He says it more as a fact then a question.

At that point, your brain stops functioning completely. Your words becoming gibberish as you try and think of what to say. Before you can though, he collides his lips with yours. Both of yours's teeth clashing together. He lets out a noise of satisfaction at the taste of your lips. The kiss is long and passionate as he doesn't pull away for anything until you do, in need of air. Even when you do, his lips chase yours as he gives a small pout thats quickly replaced with a toothy grin. "Ahv' been wantin' t' do that for so long Purdy' girl'"

Your eyes grow wide as your face turns warm. "You have..?"

He keeps ahold of your chin as he kisses the top of your head. "Yes' ma'am...Didnt know how or when t’ tell ya but...Ah couldnt' ‘xactly hold myself back when' I noticed yer googly eyes on me. Speshuly' my hands." He murmurs into your hair with a teasing tone.

A/n: edit made 10/10/23. Made changes to Bo’s dialogue because I honestly cringed at how I written it originally.

[wellgoslowly]

Hello! I love reading your stories and I was wondering if I could get a request please. It’s for Lockwood and Co. One day, Lockwood stumbled into a small bookstore because it was raining and there he finds the reader (and her dog, a boxer please) who owns the bookstore and they start talking and the reader doesn’t think anything about it (because she talks to all her customers the same way) but Lockwood starts showing up more often at the bookstore to just to talk to her and slowly but surely they start falling for each other. Thank you so much!!!

Bookstore Girl

a/n: this is by far the longest request I've written to date! I'm very proud of it and I'd defo be interested in writing a part two. I also just love me a good bookstore romance so this was super fun to write! i listened to the song bookstore girl by charlie burg a lot while writing this!! also there's quite a bit of tea related discussions and I have never made tea so pls don't scream at me I am simply american and unexperienced.

pairing: lockwood × fem!reader

word count: 3.3k

warnings: none

notices: a character in this oneshot uses neopronouns [ey/em]!! if you don’t know what they are, please check this out- and if you don’t support people who use neopronouns, do not interact. If you comment hate, you will be blocked. neopronoun users are valid and loved on my blog, and I won’t tolerate hate of any kind. if you use neoprouns- know that I love you and you will always have a place in my writing (as a person who goes by they/she/ey)

tags: @ikeasupremacy @oblivious-idiot @givemea-dam-break @tangledinlove @neewtmas @losticaruss @waitingforthesunrise [if yall want to be tagged when I post requests, lmk in the comments! also sorry if I forgot anyone!!]

It was a slow, rainier-than-normal London afternoon when you first met Anthony Lockwood.

“Hi there… Would you happen to have anywhere I could sit and… dry off?” You had been shelving what was left of a new shipment of classics you had just received when you’d heard a distressed patron behind you. “Oh yes, of course.” You said as you turned to face the customer, suppressing a laugh at the sight before you. A handsome figure stood behind you, their dark long coat absolutely dripping as they wrapped it around themselves, trying to salvage some sense of warmth. “We have a cafe in the back, follow me… and try not to drip too much.” You joked, and goddamn, of course the pretty customer had a pretty laugh.

“Apologies, uh… ma'am.” He said, noticing the pronoun pin on the strap of your apron. “I was just walking home and the storm came out of nowhere and one of my roommates broke my umbrella last week… long story.” They explained as you led them to the small cafe situated in the rear of the store. “Would you like anything? Cocoa, Tea?” You offered as they sat down at a small table near the entryway. “Oh, tea would be perfect, thank you.” They spoke, and you couldn’t help but notice the rapier attached to their hip as the sheath scraped gently across the hardwood floor.

“How do you take it?” Nellie, your best friend, business partner, and head barista, asked from behind the counter. “Hm- surprise me. However you take it is fine.” The customer said with a smile. You slipped behind the counter, brushing past Nellie as ey flitted about looking for the secret stash of eir favorite tea that ey always keep hidden, only taking from it on “special occasions”. Nellie winked at you as you slipped into the backroom, looking for the spare blanket you always keep back there for cold winter days. You rolled your eyes and shooed Nellie away, causing em to laugh. Finding the soft reserve blanket, you turned to take it to the sopping wet customer, only to find Nellie blocking your way.

“What are you doing?” Nellie asked, a slightly mischievous glint in eir eyes. “Getting our dripping wet customer a blanket. Why?” You asked, suspicious of Nellie’s train of thought. “He’s nice. Asked me my pronouns and told me he goes by he/him. He’s pretty cute too.” You scoffed. “What does that have to do with anything?” You laughed, causing Nellie to roll eir eyes at you. “You never let anyone use your blanket, not even me.” You laughed again. “Yeah, Nellie, well, you’re never sopping wet when you ask. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must attend to our customer.” You say, brushing past Nellie and ignoring eir laughter as you walked out of the backroom.

When you returned to the main floor, you noticed that the customer was no longer alone. “Bruce, leave the poor guy alone.” You laughed, watching as your dog, a Boxer, jumped up, front paws landing on the customer’s lap as the customer laughed. “It’s not a problem, honestly. He’s quite cute.” You smiled, handing the blanket to the customer, who took it with a soft “thank you” and an appreciative smile.

“I'm glad you think so. Some of our older patrons don't like that we have a dog around, but I could care less.” You say, bending down slightly to pet Bruce on the head as he jumped down from the customer's lap. “Is he yours?” The customer asked as he wrapped the blanket around his body. You nodded, sitting down at a chair opposite the patron.

“Yep. This place, too.” You said with a cheerful smile as Bruce jumped into your lap. “Oh! I had no clue I was in the presence of the owner.” You laughed, scratching behind Bruce's ears. “No, I'm serious, that's really cool. I run my own business too, but it's not… quite like this.” He chuckled, almost to himself, glancing down at the rapier on his hip.

“Wait- you run your own agency?” You asked, intrigued. You had vaguely heard of agents running their own agencies, but you hadn't necessarily believed that someone your age was capable of running something like that. And yet it kind of made sense, taking in his appearance- the long coat, white button down, black tie, and slightly too-tight pants gave the desired effect of making him look slightly older and a bit more authoritative.

He smiled and stuck out his hand. “Anthony Lockwood, of Lockwood & Co, at your service. Most people just call me Lockwood.” You smiled, shaking his hand in turn as Bruce grumpily whined at the loss of your hand. “[Name], of Read Rose Books. Pleasure to meet you, Lockwood. You know, I think I've heard of you. You did the Annabelle Ward Case a while back, right?” He nodded, a sparkle appearing in his eye at your mentioning of hearing of his agency. “Yes, that was us. It's a pleasure to meet you as well, [name].”

“And I'm Nellie.” Nellie had a knack for sneaking up on you at the worst times, and that day was no exception as Nellie had somehow crept up behind you without a sound. ~~The customer~~ Lockwood himself didn't seem to notice Nellie's presence, jumping about 3 feet in the air at eir arrival. Nellie set down Lockwood's tea, and he thanked em before taking a sip.

“Oh my god, this is amazing.” He said, turning to Nellie. “How did you do that? I've never tasted anything like it before.” You could see Nellie beam at Lockwood's praise, and you couldn't help but smile. “Secret recipe” was all Nellie said before ey flounced back behind the counter.

Lockwood chuckled, taking another sip. “George- one of my housemates, would love em. He's really into cooking too- makes all sorts of elaborate meals that always taste amazing.” You chuckled, looking back at Nellie. “Even I don't know what Nellie puts in there- ey've never told me.”

“If there's anyone who could get the recipe out of Nellie, it's George. He's an insanely good cook, and he loves tea more than the average person.” You both laughed softly before Lockwood spoke up again.

“Speaking of George, do you have a phone I could use to call home? Just to tell my housemates where I am.” “Oh, of course! Follow me.” With a distressed whine from Bruce, who had to depart from your lap, you got up off you chair and led a blanket-clad Lockwood over to the front desk, where your store phone was located. “Thank you so much, I should be quick.” He said, picking the phone up. “Don't worry about it, take as much time as you need.” You assured him. “I'll be right over there stocking some classics if you need me.” He nodded, and you walked back to where you had been dutifully stocking the beautiful new editions of Pride and Prejudice, making a mental note to leave one aside to purchase later for your own personal collection.

You were still within earshot, so you could hear most of the conversation that Lockwood was having (not that you were purposefully eavesdropping, of course- it was very quiet in the store so it was very hard to try and not hear his conversation. You did try, though.) Lockwood's conversation started with a “Hi George, I wanted to let you know that I'm ok-” before Lockwood was promptly cut off by a loud voice shouting at him, causing Lockwood to jump and have to hold the phone away from his ear for a moment.

“Hello to you too, Luce. Look, I'm fine- I got caught in the storm and *someone* broke my umbrella on that case last week so I had to seek shelter before it got too bad. Don't worry- I'm at that bookstore in town… The one George has been wanting to check out? Read Rose? The staff has been very nice and helped me to warm back up but I'm not sure when I'll be able to come home with how the storm is going.” A moment of silence followed as someone- Lucy, you assumed- spoke to Lockwood. The quiet was broken only by the sound of books being pushed into their respective slots on the shelves.

“No, no, Lucy, you are not coming to get me. I don't care if you broke my umbrella, I won't allow you to walk over here in the rain- Lucy? Lucy?!” And then Lockwood let out a frustrated sigh and put the phone back down on the receiver. You looked back up at him, stifling a laugh at his exasperated expression. “I guess one of my housemates is coming to retrieve me.” He laughed, running a hand through his still-wet hair as he looked outside at the still raging storm. “From what I could hear, they sound very stubborn.” He chuckled. “Oh, she is. Lucy is insanely stubborn, believe me.” You laughed, liking the picture you were putting together in your head of this Lucy already. “To be fair, something tells me you're fairly stubborn yourself.” You chuckled. Lockwood gasped, putting a hand to his heart. “You wound me.” He said, and you both fell in to laughter.

Your laughs subsided after a moment, and you fell into a comfortable silence as you stocked and Lockwood walked around, perusing the aisles of books. You two stayed like that for a couple of minutes, and you had never been more content to just be quiet with someone before. “Now I understand why George has been bugging me to visit here for so long. We haven't had much time- cases have been piling up so George is either at home or at the Archives most of the time these days.” You nodded in understanding as he took a book off a shelf near you and examined the cover.

“I get it. Not the agency work- I don't have any Talents. The stress, I mean. My grandmother owned this place and passed it down to me when she passed. Every day there's something new to take care of or a new problem that comes up.” You laughed as you put the last book on the shelf. Lockwood laughed as well. “I know exactly what you mean. You love it though, don't you?” He asked, turning to you. He smiled as your eyes met his, and you gave him a smile in return. “Yeah,” You said softly. “I really do.”

He grinned, and was opening his mouth to say something when there was a sudden noise at the door, and then there was a borderline soaked girl holding an umbrella standing breathless in the doorway. This must be Lucy, you thought to yourself. She was obviously righteously pissed, her hair dripping as she tried desperately to control the bangs that were matted to her forehead. “Lockwood, you idiot.” She said, shoving the umbrella at Lockwood and turning to face you. She sent a look Lockwood's way, which you translated to say something like “who is this?”. Lockwood smiled.

“Lucy, this is [name], owner of Read Rose Books. She and her friend Nellie have been very welcoming and helped me to get warm. [Name], this is my associate, Lucy Carlyle.” Lucy rolled her eyes, elbowing Lockwood in the ribs and whispering something like “you can just introduce me as your friend, you dickhead” before she turned her attention to you, smiled, and stuck out her hand for you to shake. You did, softly saying “nice to meet you”, as did Lucy. “Thank you for taking care of this one.” Lucy said after your handshake had ended, pointing to Lockwood. You laughed. “It was no problem at all, really.”

Lockwood moved to return the blanket you you, but you refused. “You need it more than I do. Just make sure to return it whenever you can, ok?” He smiled appreciatively, nodding in understanding before Lucy grabbed him by the arm ans hauled him to the door. “Thank you again!” Lockwood yelled at the same time Lucy said “Have a nice night!”, and then they were out the door and the shop was silent again.

Nellie was there within seconds, pressing a warm cup of cocoa into your hand. “I'm never getting that blanket back, am I?” You asked em softly. “Probably not, no.” Ey agreed.

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It was a week until you saw Anthony Lockwood again.

It was sunny outside this time, and you had a pretty nice crowd going inside the small Read Rose venue. You were just finishing up a customer's transaction, barely had the words “have a good one” out of your mouth, when you saw him enter the store. He had on the same outfit, but his hair was more styled, in a totally not attractive way. He was entering the shop with someone who you didn't recognize. They were slightly shorter, with brown skin and curly dark hair and glasses.

You noticed the second that Lockwood found you, watching his eyes light up and a smile form on his face as he waved. You waved back and returned the smile when you saw what Lockwood was carrying in his left hand.

“I was thinking I'd never see that blanket again.” You joked as Lockwood and his companion walked up to the front counter. Lockwood chuckled. “I see how little faith you have in me.” He spoke as he passed the blanket over to you. “Well, she's not exactly unfounded. Remember that time I leant you a sweatshirt and I didn't get it back for a month?” You laughed as you placed the folded blanket on a shelf beneath the counter, not seeing Lockwood sharply elbow his companion in the ribs.

“Anyways, [Name], this is my best friend and business associate, George Karim. He's the one I told you about that's really good at cooking. ” You reached out your hand for George to shake, but he ignored it and turned to examine your store. Within seconds, he was walking away to an aisle that had caught his eye, leaving you behind with Lockwood as you yelled out a rushed, “it was nice to meet you!”

Lockwood smiled apologetically. “Don't mind him. He's au- he can be a bit brash, but he's a good guy, once you get to know him.” You smiled back as you waved your hand in a dismissing manner. “Don't worry about it. I hope I do. Get to know him, that is. Lockwood & Co. seems like a very fun bunch.”

All Lockwood could do was smile before George returned, informing you that they would be back soon but they had a case that night that they had to prepare for. You nodded in understanding. “I'll look forward to your next visit. Be safe out there.” One last dazzling smile from Lockwood and he was gone, being borderline pushed outside by George as you laughed.

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It went on like that for weeks- at least once a week, Anthony Lockwood would wander into your shop, only once or twice actually buying a book. You got to know each other fairly well- you learned that he hated sugar in his tea, that he always wore pink socks, that he didn't always wear suits, and that he started wearing [favorite color] ties whenever he came to visit after you told him it was your favorite color.

You learned that his favorite genres were classics and mystery (and that he had a bit of an obsession with gossip magazines). Often times, he would come in right before closing a couple times a week and sit and read with you to pass the time before you closed and walked you to your flat a block away.

Every time this happened, Nellie would leave work a half an hour before you and give you a set of totally non-subtle winks before flitting off into the sunset. Lockwood never seemed to notice eir suggestive winks, and if he did, he never appeared too flustered.

Nellie would corner you every morning after, grilling you for every detail. “Why do you even care?” You would say, laughing as you unlocked the storefront. “Because a super hot guy is obviously falling for my best friend!” Ey would exclaim, and you would roll your eyes and laugh it away, making sure to change the subject while you tried not to dwell on the possibility that Nellie was right.

---

“Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite bookseller. Do you ever take a day off?” You laughed from your perch on one of the bookshelf ladders, looking down to see Lockwood standing below you, a smile on his face and his hands on his hips. You laughed. “Hi, Lockwood. To what do I owe the pleasure?” You bent over, grabbing a book to put up on the top shelf.

“I was sent by George to search for a book he was looking for.” Came the reply, not an uncommon excuse. You turned to reach for another book to stock, but you realized that Lockwood was holding out a book for you. “Thank you.” You said softly, and he looked up from the synopsis of a book in his hand to smile at you. “Of course. It seems you're a bit of a workaholic- I'd love to help in any way I can.” You laughed as you shelved the book.

“You're one to talk. Pretty much every time you come in here you've got that getup on and intense bags under your eyes.” You joked as you descended the ladder, taking the empty box from Lockwood's hands.

“Well, one needs to be a little bit obsessed to lead a top agency, don't they?” He asked, following you to the cafe. Nellie brightened as ey saw Lockwood trailing after you, calling out and asking if Lockwood wanted anything. “Yes, please, Nellie. Could you by any chance make your secret recipe tea to go? I really need to get going, but I was in the area and I just wanted to stop by.” Nellie smiled. “Aye aye, captain.” Ey said before they started the tea making process.

“I thought you came in to look for a book for George.” You said, turning to him with an eyebrow raised and a smile on your face. You giggled as you watched Lockwood flush. “Ah, yes, well, you see-” He was so caught up in his mumbling that he didn't realize that Nellie had appeared next to him, a bag in eir hand. “Jesus, Nellie.” Lockwood jumped, and Nellie chuckled. “Not Jesus- people do often get us confused.” Nellie joked before pushing the bag in front of him.

“What's this?” Lockwood asked, cocking a brow. "A gift for you, George and Lucy. For being such great patrons.” Lockwood smiled. “You really don't have to-” Lockwood started to speak, but Nellie interrupted him. “I insist.” Ey said before turning and running away before Lockwood could fight anymore.

Lockwood turned to you and scoffed. You chuckled. “Ey really like making baked goods for people.” You explained. Lockwood smiled, and the two of you lapsed into a comforting silence, taking in the slow crowd that filled in and out of Read Rose Books.

After a moment, Lockwood broke the silence. “Are you- would you be amenable to visiting Portland Row tonight?” His question caught you off guard, but you smiled nonetheless. “I could be convinced. Why? What's in Portland Row?” You asked, turning to look at him. He smiled softly, a soft flush dusting his cheeks. “Lockwood & Co. We just finished a pretty big successful case so we're throwing a small get together at the house, if you wanted to come?” He asked, and you could sense the nerves radiating off of him. You smiled, nudging his shoulder as you turned to face away from him, trying to draw attention away from the blush that was slowly spreading across your face.

“I'd love to.”

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[ortegatargaryen]

My Bodyguard

Summary: You’re hired as a bodyguard for the one and only Olivia Rodrigo. Her rise to fame becoming more and more dangerous she’s in need of protection, hence why you’re called. Neither of you expected that you’d be falling for one another.

Warnings: Threats, violence, bombs

This is one of the short stories I have on my Wattpad page along with many others about Olivia Rodrigo, if you want more go to @Ortega_Rodrighoe

Requests are open so please make them! I’ll try my best to update!

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Olivia's POV:

"It was one time!" I say to my parents in an effort to reason with them,

"It doesn't matter, your life was at risk Olivia, we won't let that happen again" Mum says, I sigh and lean back against my couch.

"So now I have to be followed around all the time?" I ask, dad sighs and sits next to me,

"Not all the time...just when you're out" he explains, "She'll be here soon..." he says.

I look at them,

"She?" I ask, they nod,

"Yeah her names Y/n L/n" mum says, I nod. There's a knock at the door, dad gets up and goes to the door, he opens it and someone walks in, I look at her, she's tall, very tall, she has long brunette that rested on her shoulders falling down to her ribs. She wore black sunglasses and had an ear piece, I looked at her arms, the suit she wore was slightly tight fitting making the outline of her biceps very clear.

She spoke to my dad then walked to me, I stood up and looked at her, smiling politely,

"Hey, I'm Olivia" I introduce myself, she simply nods, "uhh cool..."

I look at my parents,

"Right I'm going home" I say, Y/n gets my bag and coat, she puts my coat on me, "okay I could get used to this..." I joke as I take my bag, Y/n opens the door for me and we walk out.

"We'll take my car, I'll get your car brought back to your house" Y/n says, I look at her, she has a nice voice,

"Yeah sure" I say, she takes me to her car, "damn a Porsche, nice" I say, she opens the door to the backseats for me and I get in, she shuts the door.

She gets into the drivers side,

"Do you know where I live?" I ask her, she nods, puts the location into her gps and starts driving,

"So...can you tell me about yourself?" I ask her, she looks at me through the rear view mirror then back at the road,

"What would you like to know?" She asks me,

"Ummm, favourite colour?" I ask, she chuckles a bit making me smile.

"Navy blue" she says, I nod,

"Good choice" I say,

"You?" She asks me,

"Purple!" I answer, almost instantly, I see a small smile sneak onto her face but it disappears almost as quickly as it appeared, she nods.

"Good choice" she says,

"Thanks...so got any family here?" I ask her, she shakes her head,

"They're dead" she answers, I lean back,

"Oh...right I'm so sorry" I say, she shakes her head,

"It's fine don't worry, they died a while ago, that's why I became a bodyguard" she says. I nod and decide to stop asking questions as to not push it.

Y/n pulls up at my house, gets out and goes to my side, she opens the door for me, I thank her and get out. We walk to the front door, I open it with my key,

"Wait there ma'am" she tells me, she presses a button on her glasses and walks inside.

"Ma'am..." I repeat, "fancy"

After a few minutes she comes back,

"All clear" she says,

"Wait so where are you gonna stay?" I ask her, she points to the house opposite me,

"I bought that house there ma'am, so message me before you leave and I'll be here quickly" she says.

"You could just stay with me" I offer, "saves you money and then it's less of a hassle", she looks at me,

"If you'd be okay with that ma'am" she says, I nod,

"Yeah I have a spare room, and please don't call me ma'am it makes me sound old" I giggle, I notice another smile creep up on Y/n's face as she looks down, holding in a laugh.

"What should I call you then?" She asks,

"Olivia will be fine" I say, she looks at me and nods,

"Alright Olivia" she says, I don't know why but the way she says my name makes my heart race, it's not like she says it differently to anyone else, but it's just her voice, it's so...hot.

"Come on then" I say, I lead her inside and take her to the guest room, "Will this be good?" I ask her, she nods,

"This is really nice...thank you Olivia" she says, I smile and nod, she said it again, and just like last time my heart jumped.

"No problem, seriously make yourself at home and help yourself to food...wait actually I need to go shopping for more" I say, Y/n nods.

Y/n's POV:

We walk out to the car together, I go to open the door for Olivia but she got in the front passenger seat instead. I get into the drivers side and look at her, she puts her seat belt on, I face back to the road and start driving.

"When you were checking my house, you clicked something on your glasses, what was it?" She asks me,

"My glasses are full of tech, so certain buttons do different things, the one I clicked scanned for heat signatures and another one has an X-ray" I explain, pointing to the buttons while still looking at the road.

Olivia leans over and points to one of the buttons,

"What does that do?" She asks,

"That's confidential" I joke, she chuckled and leans back, I can't tell why but whenever I see her smile or hear her laugh it makes me want to smile, she has such a cute smile and laugh.

"Wow okay Y/n..." she says, "come on just tell meee" she pleads,

"If I tell you I'd have to kill you" I say, smiling a bit,

"Wow! You're meant to be protecting me" she giggles.

"If you press that one it's a different type of X-ray, it's basically so that I can see if people are storing things in their clothing, or attached to their bodies" I explain, she looks at me,

"So you can see through people's clothes?" She asks, trying not to laugh, I chuckle and nod.

"Pretty much" I say, she laughs,

"Damn Y/n"

I pull up at the grocery store, I get out the car and a man rushes over with the camera, I open the car door for Olivia, she gets out and the man starts shoving the camera in her face, I grab the lens, taking the camera from him, I take out the memory card then chuck it on the floor and stamp on, breaking it.

"What the hell!" He yells, "I'll sue you!"

"You could sue me if I broke your camera but I didn't, I broke the memory card. In fact, I could sue you" I say to him, he looks at me confused,

"How?" He asks,

"Shoving the camera in her face could've resulted in a serious injury, my glasses record everything that I see, I could have you for intended assault, with evidence and witnesses, take me to court for breaking your memory card and I'll say it was out of self defence and citizen protection" I say.

"I- uh..." he loses his words, I put my hand around the back of Olivia's waist and carefully start to guide her inside.

"You handled that like really well" she says, smiling at me, I get a shopping cart,

"Well I've been trained for situations like that" I say,

"Could he actually sue you though?" She asks, I nod,

"He can try but it won't go well for him" I explain.

"So what kinda stuff should we get for breakfasts?" Olivia asks,

"Avocado, toast, cereal and pancake stuff?" I ask, she nods,

"And oatmeal!" She exclaims, picking some up.

"Oatmeal?" I question,

"Oatmeal" Olivia repeats as she nods,

"Grandma..." I joke, she gasps and playfully slaps my arm, leaving her hand there for a second.

Olivia's POV:

Muscles...hot.

Y/n's POV:

She pulls her hand away,

"So do you know how to make pancakes?" She asks, I nod and we walk about,

"Okay great because I don't, so you can make me blueberry pancakes!" She says, smiling as we walk.

"Sure..." I say, she looks at me, her smile growing wider.

Olivia's POV:

After putting things in the cart we go over to pay, I rummage to get my card out my bag but hear a ding, I look up and see Y/n move her hand away from the card machine, I look at her confused.

She points to her Apple watch, showing her card on it,

"That's so cool..." I say, "wait but I was gonna pay"

"Well tough, I did" she says, with a small smile, she picks up the bags of shopping and starts carrying them out, I go after her,

"Let me carry some!" I say, trying to grab a bag from her, she smiles and lifts them up so I can't reach.

"Nope!" She exclaims,

"That's unfair!" I whine,

"Okay fine but don't complain" she chuckles and hands me a bag, the lightest one, we walk a bit outside, I groan, "Y/n..."

"Let me guess, your arm hurts?" She asks, I grin and nod.

She chuckles, takes the bag from me and starts walking to the car, bright lights start flashing and questions are shouted at us, Y/n loads the bags into the car, she then puts her arms around me and guides me to the back seat with the tinted windows, someone tries to grab my arm.

Y/n quickly turns around and hits the guy in the neck, he instantly collapses,

"Pressure point" Y/n says to me as she helps me into the back seat, she shuts the door and gets in.

She starts to drive out the car park,

"That was actually pretty cool..." I say,

"Yeah?" She asks, I smile and nod,

"Well If that happens more expect to see it again" she says.

"You should teach me to fight" I say to Y/n as we walk inside my house, most of the way back I've been thinking about how dangerous it can actually be to be famous,

"Why?" She asks me as she places the bags down on the counter,

"So I can protect myself when you're not there..." i say.

She looks at me,

"I'll always be there Olivia, my job is to protect you, and I always put work first, you're my job, you come first" she says, I look at her, I feel my cheeks heat up and my heart race.

"That's actually the sweetest thing anyones ever said to me..." I admit, Y/n smiles,

"Just the truth..." she says, I help her unpack our food.

"What if you teach me anyway? Just for fun" I ask, she looks at me,

"If you really want to then sure...when?" She asks me, my face lights up,

"Now!" I exclaim, I grab her hand and run to my gym room.

Y/n's POV:

My cheeks glow red, I stare at me and Olivia's interlocked hands as she drags me along.

"Here we are!" She opens the door, and walks in, I pull my hand away to close the door behind her, I look at her, she looks slightly disappointed, I take her hand again and the look of disappointment is replaced with a smile, I go over to the punching bag with her.

"Wait should we change first?" She asks,

"Oh probably...wait" I say, I take my blazer off then my shirt, revealing a sports bra.

Olivia's POV:

I watch Y/n as she takes off her clothes, my eyes widen slightly at the sight of her abs, I feel my cheeks heat up again, I look away to hide it.

She takes her trousers off and underneath she's wearing short shorts,

"You just gonna wear that?" She asks me, I look at her and nod, unable to get any words out.

She chuckles and nods,

"Alright...so do you know how to punch?" She asks,

"Uh yeah I think so" I reply,

"Okay punch the punching bag" she tells me.

I nod and punch it but it barely does anything,

"Okay try a different stance..." she says, she comes up behind me, placing her hands on my hips, she carefully repositions me. Her foot goes in between my legs as she gently moves one of my feet.

"There..." she says, her hot breath against my ear, giving me chills, "Now try again..." she lets go of my waist and back away a bit, I punch again, it was much better this time than last.

"Damn! That was good! Oh are you okay? You're bright red Olivia" Y/n says, I look at myself in the mirror, oh my god I'm blushing like an idiot, I quickly nod and walk out before I embarrass myself further.

"Oh..." I hear Y/n say.

I go to my room and collapse on my bed, letting out a loud groan,

"What the hell Olivia" I mumble to myself, I sit up and look in the mirror, seeing the blush starting to fade.

"I don't even like girls..." I say to myself before going into the bathroom, I turn the shower on and get in.

The next day:

I wake up to the smell of pancakes, I sit up and get changed into my outfit for the day, I look at the time, 20 minutes until Conan, Iris, Madison and Jenna come round.

I go downstairs and see Y/n in the kitchen,

"Blueberry pancakes?" She asks me,

"Oh my god yes!" I exclaim, I sit down on the counter and watch her, she looks at me then back at the pancakes.

"Listen...I'm sorry about yesterday" she says, I look at her confused, "I pushed the boundaries...and I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable...so I apologise" she says.

"Oh no you didn't make me uncomfortable at all" I say to her, she looks at me,

"Are you sure? Cause like you ran off" she says,

"Yeah...that wasn't because I was uncomfortable" I say.

"Oh...then why?" She asks, maybe I should just tell her, obviously not that I think she's insanely attractive and that I was about to combust, I mean tell her that I was embarrassed because I blushed.

"I was embarrassed" I admit, "because of how much I was blushing" she smiles at me,

"Ah right" she says, thankfully she doesn't ask anymore questions.

She hands me a plate of blueberry pancakes,

"Thank you! Oh also my friends are coming round in a few minutes and then we're gonna go out" I say, she nods,

"Alright...I'll get in my suit" she says,

"No just dress casual" I say to her, "it'll just be like you're hanging out with friends" I say, she nods and smiles a bit,

"Alright"

There's a knock at the door, Y/n gets up and goes to it, she opens it,

Y/n's POV:

"Damn..." a brunette girl says, looking at me, I look at her then at Olivia who walks over,

"Hi guys!" Olivia exclaims, "oh this is my bodyguard Y/n"

"Your bodyguard is hot" says the brunette girl,

"Jenna! Shush..." Olivia chuckles, I move out the way and the friends come inside.

They sit on the couch, I stand by Olivia,

"Okay Y/n, that's Conan, that's Jenna, that's Iris and that's Madison!" Olivia introduces me to them all, I nod at them, putting my sunglasses on.

I put my hand on Olivia's shoulder,

"I'm gonna go get dressed" I say, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze as I walk off.

Olivia's POV:

I blush as Y/n squeezes my shoulder. I look back at the others as she walks off, they all stare at me,

"What?" I ask,

"I smell gay..." Conan says, making the others laugh,

"Oh shut up...No it's not like that, we're...friends" I say,

"With benefits" Conan adds,

"No! Ew! Stop!" I yell, burying my face into a cushion.

"Okay okay...but she's quite hot" Iris says,

"Well yeah duh..." I say, leaning back,

"I take it she's gonna come out with us?" Jenna asks, I nod, "then...you can use it as a moment to get closer to her" she says, nudging my arm.

I groan and lean against her,

"I don't knowww...cause like I don't even know if I'm into girls like that...and what if she's not into girls like that?" I question,

"Well today's your day to find out" Iris says, Jenna plays with my hair,

"Exactly" she says.

After talking for a bit Y/n comes downstairs, "You look nice..." I tell Y/n, she smiles and sits next to me,

"Thanks..." she says, we all talk for a bit, I can't take my eyes off of Y/n, I want that jacket, not just because it's a cool jacket, but because it's Y/n's jacket.

"Okay picnic time!" Conan exclaims, he grabs the picnic basket he has beside him and gets up, we all get up and get into Y/n's car, she holds the door open for me,

"Thank you..." I say,

"No problem" she shuts the door behind me and gets in.

She drives towards the park,

"Soo Y/n...which way do you go?" Conan asks, leaning forward, Y/n pulls a confused face,

"What do you mean?" She asks,

"Like do you date girls or boys?" He asks,

"Ohh! I like girls" she says, keeping her eyes on the road, a huge smile grows on my face, "What about you guys?" She asks us.

"Just guys for me" Iris says, Madison agrees,

"Oh I go both ways" Jenna says, all eyes are on me now, waiting for my answer.

"Uh...both I think..." I finally spit out, I look at Y/n noticing her smile, she tries to cover it up but it's very clear.

She parks the car and we get out, Y/n opens the rot for me of course. We go over to the park, Jenna places a blanket down on the grass, we all sit down except Y/n who stays standing by me, looking around with her glasses.

"Y/n..." I say, she looks at me, "sit down" I ask,

"I can't..." she says, continuing to look around, I gently grab her hand, she looks back at me,

"Please?" I ask, she smiles and sits down,

"Alright..." she says.

Conan gets out the food and we all eat, Y/n examines every piece of food I grab, I grab a toffee yum yum and Y/n takes it to check it's safe,

"Y/n you're hot and all but I will punch you if you don't give me back my toffee yum yum" I say to her, I didn't even mean to call her hot, it just came out. She chuckles and hands it back,

"Yes ma'am, just doing my job" she says.

"No! You know I hate it when you call me ma'am!" I say, she sighs and nods,

"Yes ma'am sorry ma'am" she teases, I playfully hit her on the arm,

"Shut up!" I giggle.

She smiles at me, I look at her, my eyes going from her lips to her eyes, I can't tell if she does the same from her sunglasses, but I hope she is too.

She moves away,

"Uh...you've got something..." she says, she reaches up and wipes some sugar from my lip with her thumb, she wipes her thumb on a tissue then continues eating.

"THERES A FUCKING WASP" Jenna screams as she jumps up, the others all jump up too, including me, except Y/n.

"Y/n kill it!" Madison yells, hiding behind Conan, Y/n chuckles and stands up, the wasp flies at her but without even flinching and with minimal effort she catches the wasp in between two fingers,

"What the hell...that's so fucking cool" iris says,

"Y/n don't hurt it" I say, I walk over, Y/n looks at me then at the wasp,

"It's just a wasp though" she says, I nod and put my hand on her arm,

"But it's still a living animal" I say to her,

"Not for long! Crush it or something!" Conan squeals, I look at Y/n, she nods and lets it go,

"Thank you..." I say to her, gently pecking her on the cheek, I sit back down with the others.

I look over at Y/n who's standing there frozen in place, her cheeks bright red, I giggle,

"Come sit down tomato" I say to her, she sits back down next to me.

Y/n's POV:

I look at Olivia as she has a huge grin on her face,

"Did I make you blush?" She asks me,

"Shut up..." I chuckle,

We all talk and eat for a bit longer, Jenna grabs a ball from her bag,

"Y/n, you play soccer?" She asks, I nod and get up,

"Yeah I play..." I say, she passes me the ball.

The others turn to face me and Jenna,

"How many kick ups can you do?" Olivia asks me, I sigh and look at the ball as I think,

"Dunno...let's see" i say.

I chip the ball up and start doing kick ups, the others start counting,

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7" they continue counting.

"It's been 2 minutes..." Conan groans, I'm still going,

"100!" Liv exclaims, I drop the ball,

"Damn..." Jenna chuckles, "I can only do like...10" she admits.

"Well that's still good! More than what Liv can do I bet" I say, I look at Olivia as she gasps dramatically,

"Rude...but also very true" she admits.

We end up playing a mini match,

"Goallll!" Conan yells, "people say that in football right?" He asks Iris, Iris just shrugs.

I tackle Olivia making her fall over, I fall on top of her, I chuckle,

"Sorry about that" I say, she smiles at me,

"No problem, it's football, it's bound to happen" she chuckles, i look at her lips, then her eyes, I realise she did the same, I start to lean in she leans in too.

I feel a tug and Conan pulls me up to my feet,

"You good?" He asks me, I nod,

"Yeah yeah" I say, I hold my hand out for Olivia, she takes it and I pull her up.

I hear yells and see flashing lights. Paparazzi.

I put my arm around Olivia's waist, she leans into me, hiding her head against my chest as I guide her towards the car, the others follow, someone barges into Jenna making her fall over,

"Conan" I nod towards Jenna and he helps her up, I help Olivia into the car, the others not in yet,

"Why didn't you help her up?" She asks me,

"Because you needed protecting, you're the one I protect, not Jenna" I say to her, she nods.

Olivia's POV:

I'm the one she protects...

Y/n's POV:

The others get into the car, I look at Jenna,

"Are you okay?" I ask her she nods,

"I'm fine, I should get myself a bodyguard" she chuckles.

I drive back to Olivia's house, I pull up and get out the car, I go to Olivia's side and open the door for her, she gets out,

"Thank you" she says. We go inside I do a quick check of the house with my glasses, I stop in my tracks when I see a heat signature coming from the top of the stairs, I turn to Olivia.

"Stand by the door don't walk out and don't move" I say to her,

"Why?" She asks me,

"Just do it Liv..." I say, she nods and they all stand by the door.

I get my gun out my holster and head to the stairs, suddenly I feel a cold sharp pain in my side, I turn around and punch the guy across the face, he throws a punch back but I grab him by the throat with my arm, keeping him in a head lock.

He manages to break free, I grab him by the back of the head slamming his face into a wall, his body goes limp and he falls to the floor unconscious.

"Y/n!" Liv yells, I turn back to the stairs to see Olivia held by a guy, he holds a gun to his head, my heart drops.

"Put the gun down..." he says, I nod and slowly put the gun down,

I stand back up straight and hold my hands above my head,

"This is a highly populated area...lots of buildings close and nearby, including a police station, they can be here in 5 minutes tops..." I say to him.

He shakes his head and lifts his jacket up, my eyes widen and my throat goes dry,

"You're a suicide bomber" I say, looking at the bomb attached to him, he nods,

"Why here?" I ask him, trying to stay calm,

"This is where a bunch of celebrities live...living their lavish lives, not a worry, well what about the people who work for hours a day just for the bare minimum? You don't deserve the money" he says.

"Okay so you're mad...we can sit down and talk about this" I say,

"I don't want to talk!" He yells, holding the gun harder against Liv's head.

"You're scared" I tell him, he looks at me,

"N-No I'm not..." he says, I nod,

"Yes you are...that tape around the switch tells me you were put into this...so does the bruise and cut on the top of your head and your eye" I say to him, he stutters.

"Who's forcing you to do this?" I ask him,

"I-I can't say..." he says, I nod,

"Can you put her down for me please?" I ask him, he shakes his head,

"You'll just get the police...this insures you won't" he says,

"No...that insures I won't" I say, ponying to the bomb vest, he looks at it then at me.

"What's your name?" I ask him,

"Kyle..." he says, I nod,

"Alright...Kyle I'm Y/n, that's Olivia you've got there, now Olivia means a lot to me, I haven't know her long but she means a lot...can you let her go for me?" I ask him, he hesitates for a second then nods and he lets her go.

She rushes to me, I hug her tight, not taking my eyes off of Kyle,

"Liv sit down..." I tell her, handing her my phone with 999 up on the emergency call, making sure Kyle can't see it.

She nods and walks out the room,

"So Kyle, do you have a family?" I ask him, he nods,

"Two kids..." he says, "do you?" He asks, I shake my head,

"Nah...I've got no one" I say,

"You've got her" he says, talking about Olivia, I smile a bit and nod,

"Yeah...but I won't if you let go of that switch Kyle" I say.

"I'm scared.." he says, I nod,

"I know..." sirens start to sound outside, he looks at me,

"YOU CALLED THE POLICE!" He yells, he runs out to the back garden,

"Shit!" i yell,

"Olivia go outside with your friends" I say,

"Come out with us!" She says,

"I can't, I have to protect you, and to do that I need to stop him, now go" I say, she nods and rushes out the door.

I go outside,

"Kyle...they're just here to help you..." I say to him, he shakes his head,

"They're gonna arrest me" he says,

"Not if you tell them what happened, the truth. Kyle they're gonna get that vest off of you, you just have to trust me" I say.

He looks at me,

"Do you trust me?" He asks me, I nod,

"I trust that you're a good man, I trust that this isn't your fault, and I trust you'll make the right choice" I say, he nods,

"I trust you too" he says.

Soldiers start to walk in the house, they go to the garden,

"Thank you L/n" a soldier says, I nod and step back,

"No no where are you going?" He asks me,

"I have to make sure Olivia is safe Kyle, but you trust me right?" I ask, he nods, "well I trust these men, I trust that they will help you, okay?" I ask.

He takes a deep breath and nods,

"Thank you Kyle...just do as they say!" I call out as I run out.

I run out the front door, finally letting tears leave my eyes that I didn't even realise I was holding back, Olivia rushes to me. She wraps her arms around my neck, jumps up and puts her legs around my waist, I spin her around and hold her close.

"You're okay..." I say, I rub her back and kiss her on the head, she rests her head on my shoulder, tears streaming out her eyes, I go over to a bench by her house, I sit down, she stays on my lap, keeping her face buried into my neck,

"You're okay..." i say again.

"I can't even be safe in my own home..." she says, I nod,

"You're not going back for a bit...you okay with staying at my house?" I ask her, she nods.

Olivia pulls away and looks at me,

"Thank you..." she says,

"What for?" I ask her,

"For keeping me safe...you could've run off and hid but you didn't..." she says,

"I already told you Liv, you're my job, you come first" I say to her, she looks at me then at my lips, I take my glasses off, putting them beside me, I look at her lips too, we both start to lean in.

Our lips connect as we kiss, her hands rest on my shoulders and I keep mine on her waist.

She pulls away to catch her breath,

"Woah..." she chuckles, I smile at her,

"Did I do that right?" I ask her, she nods,

"Wait was that your first kiss?" She asks me.

"Yeah...and I wouldn't trade it for the world" I say, she smiles and pulls me back in for another kiss, but I pull away and wince.

"Shit..." I Mutter,

"What's wrong?" She asks me, I lift my hand from my waist, showing blood.

My vision starts to go blurry and before I know it I see black.

Y/n's POV:

My eyes flicker open, a white light shines above my head, am I in heaven?

I look to my side and see Olivia, smiling at me,

"Definitely heaven" I say, smiling weakly at her, she giggles,

"Oh shush..." she says,

"What happened?" I ask,

"Uh so we checked security cameras, turns out when that first guy jumped on you he stabbed you, maybe because of the adrenaline you didn't realise..." she says, I nod,

"Yeah...are you okay?" I ask her, she smiles and nods,

"I'm okay Y/n..."

2 days later:

A doctor walks into the room,

"Alright Y/n you're good to go" he says, I nod,

"Thank you..." I say, he nods and walks out.

"Alright need help?" Olivia asks me, I shake my head and pull myself up to my feet,

"I feel fine" I say to her,

"Alright good..."

We go out to the car, I open the door for Olivia,

"Thank you..." she says as she gets in,

"No problem olive" I say, I get into the drivers side.

"Did you just call me Olive?" She asks me, I chuckle and nod,

"It just kinda came out" I say,

"I like it!" She giggles, I smile at her.

"You're so cute..." I say, she blushes and looks down, smiling a lot. I start driving back to my own house instead of hers.

"Do you live far from here?" She asks, I shake my head,

"I live quite close" I say, she nods and reclines her seat a bit,

"I haven't had a good sleep in a couple of days" she says.

"Well when we get back to mine you can sleep...I don't have a guest room though" I say, she looks at me,

"So I'll have to sleep in your bed?" She asks, I nod,

"If you're okay with that" I say,

"Im very okay with that" she grins at me, I chuckle and nod,

"Alright Olive"

I pull up at my house, I got to open my door but Olivia rushes over and opens it for me,

"Boom! I did it for once" she says, smiling widely. I chuckle and nod,

"Thanks Liv..." I get out the car and start to walk inside with her.

I open the front door, she walks in,

"Holy shit...you're like rich rich" she says, looking around,

"I guess..." I say,

"But no guest room?" She asks,

"Uh...okay well I do have one but like I'd rather you sleep in my bed" I grin, she smiles, goes to me and gives me a peck on the lips,

"Well so would I...now sit down I'm gonna make you lunch" she says, I chuckle and sit down.

"Oh are you?" I ask, she nods,

"Yeah I am..." she says, she looks through cupboards, taking a few things out,

"No oatmeal please grandma" I say, she turns around and shoots me a glare.

I chuckle and look down,

"I'm gonna make you spaghetti" she says,

"Don't burn my kitchen down..." I joke,

"Oi! I'm actually an amazing cook!" She exclaims.

"sure keep telling yourself that love" I say, she looks at me, her cheeks bright red,

"What did you say?" She asks,

"Hm?" I smirk slightly.

"What did you just say" she asks, smiling widely, she goes closer to me,

"I said sure 'keep telling yourself that'" I repeat, she groans and grabs my arm, tugging on it,

"Nooo! What did you call me!" She asks,

"I think you know..." I say, grinning at her, she shakes her head,

"Nope! Totally not! You're gonna have to say it again!" She says, tugging on my arm still.

I sigh dramatically,

"I don't think I want to" I say, she frowns and let's go of my arm, "no don't pout..." I say, she gives me sad puppy-dog eyes, pouting more, "Olivia..."

I sigh,

"Okay okay...I called you love" I finally give in, her frown quickly switches to a wide smile, she giggles and wraps her arms around my neck,

"I know! I just wanted to hear it again" she says, I chuckle and out my arms around her,

"I know you did, you're adorable" I say.

She smiles at me and gently cups my face, she pulls me in and smashes her lips against mine, I place my hands on her waist and pull her onto my lap.

She pulls away and smiles at me,

"You're like the best bodyguard ever..." Olivia says, pressing her forehead against mine, I smile,

"I try my best" I say,

"Mhm...I'm glad my parents hired you and not anyone else...cause if I didn't meet you I wouldn't have been able to fall for you" she says.

"You fell for me?" I ask, she nods,

"The minute I saw you I thought you were really attractive...then I got to know you for you...and I just fell head over heels, and I still am" she says, giggling slightly.

"Well I fell for you the minute I saw you...I couldn't even get my words out" I say, chuckling,

"You're adorable...and you're all mine!" She exclaims.

"Oh am I?" I ask, she nods and rests her on my shoulder,

"All mine...just mine, forever mine…my bodyguard"

The end!

[driftward]

Title: FFXIV Write 2024 - 5. Stamp Characters: Reinhardt Sauvetarre, Zoissette Vauban Rating: Teen Summary: Paid for delivery and boy is Reinhardt paying for it Notes: Weird Wild West AU this is a Desertwalkers story

Reinhardt was having a difficult day.

He wasn't having a bad day, not exactly. It wasn't good, either, but it wasn't bad. Just a difficult sort of day. A very difficult sort of day, the sort of day that tested his patience and made him wonder if there were some unseen spirits whose job it was to make his life more difficult.

The mission description was certainly simple enough. Intercept a package, inspect its contents, and bring that knowledge back to the garrison, where someone else could determine if it contained actionable intelligence or evidence of certain activities out in the wilds. It was difficult, maintaining a military presence on the frontier. The very, very large frontier they could not hope to possibly patrol in full, and it behooved them to take what advantages they could.

The details where were things got sticky. The package would be going through the Saltlick's courier network, and that meant going through Klynt's sphere of influence, which was not great for Reinhardt. He did not like that his work life was risking having him act at cross purposes to his personal life. What was worse was that Zoissette, apparently, was the courier.

He had hoped to keep an eye out, and to see if he could spot the exact dead drop location, and perhaps be able to get away with just reporting that to his superiors. That was actionable intelligence, which they would hopefully be satisfied with, and more importantly that would keep him from coming into any sort of direct confrontation with the courier, the package, or Klynt's attention. Somebody else could pull the mission to handle any follow-up on the dead drop, and he would be free to continue to pretend that his job was compatible with his love life.

But no, Zoissette was canny, and unfortunately had a tendency of being exactingly good at the jobs she picked up. He was not sure when she had done it or how, but the package she was now carrying towards her chocobo matched the description of what he was keeping an eye out for exactly.

Which meant now he had to try to convince her to let him have a peek at it.

She was off and away, and that meant he had to be soon after her, or else lose any opportunity for pulling this stupid mission off. Which he was tempted to do. But not tempted enough to risk pissing off Estinien, who would be first in line to chew him out and work him over should he screw this up badly enough. So he hurried, and soon enough, his chocobo was running after the gently receding form of Zoissette as she headed out on her duty.

It was easy to catch up to her, fortunately. She had a massive black chocobo, a bird that was almost military like in its demeanor, stamina, and speed. He'd seen it in action before, and he did not relish the thought of trying to outpace it. But she was keeping, not an easy pace, but not exactly a race, either. A conservatively hurried pace that would mean she would make good time but not tire out herself or her bird. Which meant Reinhardt could catch up to her quickly with a nice short sprint.

She spared him a glance as he got close, but did not seem inclined to pay him any further mind, even as he pulled back on the reins of his chocobo and slowed to match her speed.

"Hullo, Miss Vauban," he said, deciding to try the pleasant route.

"Good afternoon, Ser... Sauvetarre, I believe?" she responded.

"Yes ma'am," he said. "I was wondering if I might ask to take a quick glance at one of the parcels you're transporting today? Garrison business, you understand."

She gave him a longer sidelong glance as her gaze swept him up and down, inspecting him. "Do you perhaps have a warrant to go along with that request, Ser Sauvetarre?" she asked primly.

"Godsdammit you know I don't, we only just heard about this shipment this morning."

Also he wasn't at all sure Kemakka would share the garrison's opinion on the value of this package, but that was an argument that was above his paygrade.

"Then I am afraid I can speak no further as to what I may or may not be carrying, nor entertain discussion about the contents of my cargo, such as it is."

"Come on, Zoissette," said Reinhardt, trying for another tack. "This is for the safety and security of all of us out here, you know that."

And also the safety and security of his current and future relationship with Klynt and with the garrison commander and gods damn it he hated this.

"I am certain. However, my responsibilities are currently to my contract and my chosen duties. I have the appropriate stamps that certify for me for postal activities. As such, if you truly wish to know more, you may come to me with an appropriate warrant."

"You know that by the time I get that warrant that whatever's in there will be out and we'll have missed our window to do anything about this," he tried, starting to feel a little desperate.

Zoissette side eyed him again.

"Your initial request was honest enough, and I do not mind it," she said. "After all, you can hardly know what the proper limits are if you do not actually ask the question. The second attempt was endearing, showing a certain level of, shall we say, earnestness. However, a third attempt begins to border on the rude, which I begin to feel I might take exception to."

Reinhardt was about to open his mouth to try to push his argument, but he stopped himself, as he considered several things at once. One, Zoissette seemed to, at some point, have increased her personal close quarters armament. Previously she had just had a short field knife, but now she had two rather longer and very impressive blades on her back. Two, she had not really been paying close attention to him up until now, keeping a closer eye on the terrain and her bird, but now she and her bird both had a definite focus to them that was centered on him. Three, Zoissette was an elf, a tall one at that, and he was almost certainly within her swinging range.

He quickly pulled on the reins of his own bird, nudged a heel into its side, and leaned hard to the side, and the bird responded immediately, making a large hop to the side, bringing him out of what he estimated to be Zoissette's reach. And then he tugged on the reins some more, and steered the bird to give her another fulm or two extra, just for politeness.

He knew Zoissette had a thing about politeness.

Zoissette's bird returned its attention to the path, and after a moment of giving Reinhardt a look fit to freeze him to his saddle, she too turned her attention forward, and he let out a breath. He could take Zoissette in a fight, but he really did not want to.

He was having a difficult enough of a day already.

The two riders and their birds continued to keep pace with one another. The two chocobos were politely ignoring one another, keeping their peace. Zoissette was ignoring Reinhardt in a somewhat more pointed fashion, and Reinhardt kept sneaking glances over at her, trying to gauge her temperament.

At last, he spoke up. "Begging your pardon, ma'am," he said. "But you are right. I was out of line. I promise to not ask further after your cargo."

He held on, jaw tight, and waited. Zoissette regarded him once more. This time, from a polite distance.

"Apology accepted, Ser Sauvetarre," she said at last. "I am choosing to recognize that you were only doing what you felt was your due duty, and I cannot fully fault that. Keep your word on the matter, and I shall consider it closed."

"You've got my word," he said.

Zoissette nodded, and her rancor seemed to evaporate, and Reinhardt felt himself relax. This was good. This was better.

"If you don't mind, though," he said. "I think we're heading the same way. Perhaps we can convoy over together? Safer that way."

She glanced him over.

"I will have your word that you will stay out of my things as well."

"Of course."

"Then I find your proposal agreeable. It is a day and a half travel, and I was planning on taking both days to do it. Stop at midday for lunch and to take care of our mounts, overnight at duskfall."

"Sounds good to me."

"Then we have an accord."

Reinhardt nodded, and settled in for the day's ride. Alright. Fine. Cracking Zoissette was out of the question, especially if he wanted to stay on Klynt's good side. Corking one of her favourite couriers would not keep him in her good graces, and for that matter, his garrison commander would have opinions on that as well. Bad ones. And that was not part of the mission, anyroad, the package itself was. But perhaps he could catch the dead drop when they got to where they were going, or try to pick up the trail of the package again once it was no longer in Zoissette's possession and try to intercept it then.

He had options.

Shit ones.

Alright, so maybe he was having a bad day.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Love Kai, but Hari needs some love too…

Sooo, Kai’s always busy so he sends Hari to take care and be with Angel. But what if arrowhead falls in love with her? And she also starts liking him back… since you know, her actual partner barely spends time with her. It’s kinda angsty but a fluffy end would be nice.

This has been on my head lately and since you’re one of my favorite authors in here, I gathered the courage to finally send in the ask. Feel free to ignore this request. Love your writing and take care! 💕

"I want you to be responsible for her safety Chronostasis." The dark haired male muttered while reading a few papers that were spread on his desk while the other one furrowed his eyebrows beneath his mask.

"Of course, but why exactly?" Aren't you her partner? He wanted to imply, but decided against it due to his better judgment.

"Being someone close to a yakuza member puts a lot of targets on their back, you should know that by now." He replied without any emotion on his face.

"I do understand that sir. Although as a friend speaking I think you should-"

"Just do what I say Chronostasis." He growled without sparing him a eye, leaving the white haired man to sigh in hopeless and leave the room with a yes sir.

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Chrono has been keeping an eye on Overhaul's partner for about two months... and he swore he never saw a woman with so much loneliness and sadness on her eyes... yet, she carried such a beautiful smile when it came to the normal citizens and children or people she seemed to care about.

He was surprised that Kai was in a relationship with her to be honest... she seemed so out of his league.

One day, he accidentally eavesdrop that Overhayl had canceled one of their dates once again.. it was honestly heartbreaking to hear her sad sigh but soon recover with a fake small skile saying it was okay....

For some reason, he couldn't take this any longer... so he asked his boss to make her company asides from just protecting her from afar like a shadow.

Overhaul had allowed. Without much care.

"Excuse me? Ma'am?" He reunited forces to aproach her on the halls, observing how she flinched but soon looked at his masked face with wonder on why one of the subordinates was talking to her... without getting killed.

"Y-Yeah?"

"I'm sorry overhaul canceled plans with you. But I was wondering, if you want, I could take you to this place you were talking about." He scratched a bit the back of his head at seeing your shocked expression "I swear I'm not a stalker, I'm just a... close worker of your partner. So I happened to over hear it. I apologize if it perstubs you."

"Oh.. not at all!" You smiled, and he had to ignore how it made him smile too "I was hoping I could go there with anyone to be honest... but I don't have much friends and... he seems kinda busy these days" You laughed it off your sadness as usual.

"I'm going to take you there. Don't worry about the money as well. I'm sure it won't make us go more bankrupt as always anyway."

The laugh that left your lips almost felt surreal. He never heard you laugh like that before on those last few months.

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"Can I ask something Chrono?"

"Well, you already did." He mumbled while sitting in front of you on the small outdoor café you had chosen this time. He had been taking you out for a while now.

You snorted at his comment before stirring up your drink with a straw with a feature of wonder.

"Were you the one watching me for these last few months?"

He choked on his own spit. Almost coughing before he reluctantly asked why you were asking this.

" I know I sound stupid sometimes, but I am not." You giggled with sadness "I noticed eyes on me... I was starting to think I was crazy for a second until I notice you with this weird mask watching from a corner some day.. immediately I knew it was one of the hassaikai. You guys seem to like these plague masks a lot."

"Actually no." He laughed it off his embarrassment "we actually hate it. But is Overhaul's choice so we mostly shut up and be quiet about it."

"Ah, it had to be him." You spoke with a smile "But you aren't exactly working right now so... can't you just.. take it off? Is like super hot today." You gesture with your hand at your own face while he scoffed.

"Kai would have my head if he knew this."

"I won't tell. Besides," You leaned on the table "I'm actually curious."

"Nothing fancy about my face but oh well-" He spoke before taking off his mask with a relieved sigh "It is hot, God damn..."

"Hmm..." You tilted your head a bit to the side before smirking "not bad."

"Oh shut up you." He chuckled, his red cheeks totally exposed now.

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After months, you two had become close. Closer than what a bodyguard should be.. but he just can't help it. You had this personality that didn't fail it once to make him smile or worry when you would wear that sad expression.

He would feel guilty about his upcoming crush on you often... very often.

But sometimes... he swore he wanted to beat the shit out of chisaki every single time he found you crying after just a simply conversation with thr male in question that surely didn't even last 15 minutes.

"Am I that clingy? Just as he says?" You spoke between sniffles, watching with a sad expression the outside as he scoffed.

"No. You just want what anyone wants on a relationship... he is just..." he hissed a bit at daring to put more wood into the fire "A bit difficult."

"Just a bit..?" You muttered and he swore he felt his heart completely shatter.

In one second he was at your side and wiping away your tears as you yelped at how close he was so suddenly.

"You're not clingy... In fact, if it means something, I do enjoy your company the most. I actually l..-" he swallowed the words before he made something he possibly would regret "I think you're great. Don't let a minor fight affect your self estem that easily.."

You nodded in awe... never your own boyfriend did that. Made you feel better about some insecurity of yours..

In fact... now thinking about it, Kai never made you feel so at home like... Kurono did.

Oh no.

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Months have passed and one day he catched you and Overhaul talking. For a very long time to be exactly.

You left with a more at ease expression quickly greeting him before leaving the house. He arched an eyebrow before he noticed how Chisaki was frozen in place but had still his usual neutral expression on.

Something had happened...

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The break up was, by surprise of many, very calm and with no tantrums come from both parts of you nor Chisaki. Although you did visited the hassaikai still due to how Pops actually liked you... and Kurono.

It didn't take long for Chrono to finally open up about the issue. He was actually afraid of the out come... but he had to be honest with his friend.

"I don't care. She is single now, isn't she?" He muttered after a very tense talk about if he could or not invite you to dinner.

"You're sure about that? It won't bring-"

"Just get out." The dark male hissed, and for the first time Chrono just ignored the threat on his voice and went after you with hope you could accept his offer.

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"We could go to the theme park!" You yelped in joy as he chuckled while shaking his head.

"The last time we went on one of those you were complaining about how your feet hurt. You sure about that?"

You nodded with pout while walking alongside him. His girlfriend of now five months.

"The last time it was because of my stupid decision of wearing those heels... seriously what went through my head to do that?" You whined out loud as he laughed.

It was good until you both bumped into someone...

"Hey Kai." Chrono spoke a bit in worry as you looked up to see the face of your ex.

"Hello Chisaki. How have you been?" You asked politely while the man in question just looked at you both with irritation before sighing.

"Good." He spoke before storming out of the hall, leaving you both to just shrug your shoulders and go on about your day as usual.

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He closed the door before finally sitting down on the bed with the heaviest sigh he could muster. His hands rubbed his face continuously to get rid of the burning sensation he was feeling behind his eyes as he exhaled and inhaled in hopes to calm his beating heart.

After a few minutes he took a deep breath once again before taking a small red velvet box from the cabinet before laying down on the bed... staring at the ring on it with disgust... even though the small tear that left his right eye said otherwise.

"Now what the hell am I suppose to do with this?" Kai muttered in the loneliness of his room.. knowing damn well how you were much happier with the man that treated you better than he did.

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Warnings: No one dies, Female Reader, Mentions of blood, wounds, crying, after battle comfort.

Request: Yes.

Words: 721

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She thought he was going to die.

(Y/n) could still see the blood in the arena from the spot Hades fell, an ugly red blotching up the arena. Right before he fell, Qin saw the heart wrenching, horrified look on your face- and he stopped himself from killing him. Everyone was surprised, suffice to say the least.

"You seem to have someone very important to protect." Qin had said, "While I would normally kill you- I can't take you from her." In the end, Qin won, but you got to keep your lover, and Zeus and Adamantine got to keep their brother.

Your heels clicked against the flooring as you ran down to the infirmary, tears dripping down your pretty cheeks, which where slightly red and patchy in color. You hadn't meant to run straight into Qin, but you did. You, Sasaki, and Qin stared at eachother for a moment the two men shared an awkward look as you bursted into tears for a third time that day.

"A-Aha… Ma'am.." Sasaki started to say, but didn't finish not knowing what to say exactly. Qin was thrown off when your small arms wrapped around him, hugging him tightly- well, as tightly as a girl could.

He gently patted your back, albeit awkwardly at first as you thanked him for sparing your husband's life. His life was precious to you. The little fragments of memories you both shared filled your head, in broken pieces.

"For a Goddess, you're rather nice." Qin admitted, catching your attention. You offered him a smile, wiping your tears with your delicate fingers.

"Not all Gods voted for humankind to be wiped out."

Was all you said, continuing down the hall to see your husband's condition. He was in his bed, all bandaged up and resting. Hades head was propped up on some pillows, and you could already see the blotches and dots of red dirtying the white bandages wrapped around his body.

You hated the color red.

"Darling." Hades snapped you out of your trance, and you looked up, into the soft eyes of your lover, whom had sat up.

"You've been crying."

He notes, looking over at you. (Y/n) gave a small nod, laughing and collecting a tear on her finger. "Yeah." She admitted, "Yeah, I have been."

Her face was cradled in Hades soft hands, his thumbs rubbing against your cheeks gently. Your eyes closed, melting into his touch like the night he had you eating the pomegranate seeds. Hades moved, careful of his wounds and pulled you down into his lap, body's flush together.

"I'm sorry to have been the source of your tears. It was never my intent to make you cry." Hades said, calmly. He let you hide your face in his shoulder, hands smoothing over the soft warm skin of your hips and sides.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't be this weak-"

"Nonsense. Emotions are what makes you strong." Hades said, "Without them you would be a shell of yourself, and I wouldn't like that one bit. Emotional or not, you being you is the reason I love you."

His words were warm against your ear as you held him, the waterworks starting up again in soft, pitiful cries. 

"I thought I was going to loose you."

"But you didn't."

He said, fingers brushing through your hair, letting it fall through his fingers like grains of dust. He repeated his words again, as if registering himself that he didn't parish in the battle he fought just minutes ago. The adrenaline still pumping through his veins began to wear down as he held you steady.

He fell back on the bed, pulling you down with him, the blanket being dragged up over the two of you, silence filling the room aside from soft breathing.

He was breathing.

Your reminder for yourself was one that had you calming, shoulders drooping. Enveloped in his arms, his scent filled your nose intoxicatingly, urging your eyes to shut.

"Rest," He told you, hand moving down to curve of your back. "I'll be here when you wake up."

"You promise?"

Hades laughed, a dry laugh that had him winning from his wounds. "Of course. My promises aren't broken easily."